» Thu Jun 14, 2012 9:21 pm You un-mount your horse and draw your mace, people scream at the sight of there destroyer and run away your brothers jump out of there hiding places and commence their ascension to a lord of darkness, and avatar of Molag Bal! They kill the lucky ones while the survivers are [censored] and enslaved. A nearby guard runs at you and you allow your change to come, your mortal skin and flesh is ripped of you skeleton and wings sprout from your back, your teeth merge and become massive fangs and your fingers are torn open as talons erect from your finger tips.
You cast a spell at the running guard and he is lifted up and slowly squashed and juiced of his blood, you open your fanged maw as a stream of blood feeds your eternal hunger.
On of your sisters is killed as 3 bolts strike her fore-head and brain matter is sprayed across two slaves. Candlelights shoot into the sky as the ancient enemy come, the Dawnguard!
A shower of arrows rain from the eternally black sky as you swoop into battle and lash out at two hunters killing them. You scream an ear-piercing scream and charge into the crowd of hunters. You draw your mace -still screaming- and fight there leader, a man wearing a blood red cape with a crossbow and greatsword at his disposal. He blocks a strong swing, staggering you, and jabs you in the hip with his greatsword. You throw your mace in the face of a young hunter and jump on the leader swiping with your talons, he shouts a cry of sadness as you realise the young hunter was his son. By now all the men were killed and you ride away with a slew of slaves behind you.
You dismount your horse in markarth and go into the abanded house, you jog into the basemant and kneel at the altar of Molag Bal.
"I have done your bidding my lord." you say. "Excellent, bring me their sooooouuuuls!" saids a deep voice. "Yes my lord." you answer.
