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“Dude… You’re beautifull Uh!?”

What are you trying to say? *Growls. Shakes his head*Excuse me, I don't get that often. And who is this white-haired with good taste basking in my presence?

askmolagbal started following you

Wait, aren’t you the DAEDRIC Prince of Domination?

Why yes, I am. And what is a skeever like you doing in MY presence?

askmolagbal started following kendall-logan

“Hi there. Kendall. And you are…?”

A very, very, powerful lord.

Into the nightmare: [AskMolagBal, Ask-vaermina Closed RP]

Like I’m foolish enough to be alone with you again.

MEN! Bring me my sister’s head.

*The Dremora scream for blood and through themselves at the barrier. Attack after attack the dremora start dropping like flies. One of the bigger dremora throws a downward split with his war-axe. A beam of light shoots out of the barrier.*

Enough of this.

*Molag walks to the barrier and delivers the final blow. The “delusion” shatters like glass*

HERE’S MOLAG

Vaermina stumbled back. She’d put much of her strength into the barrier - too much strength. Here, in Molag Bal’s realm, at the heart of his power, she was outmatched by far. She hadn’t been this way in a long time. 

“Oh, brother?” she shot back, pulling on deep reserves of strength to baffle the dremora into self-contained illusions. “Only my head?”

Bal was unaffected, and she parried his strikes as best she could while the dremora blundered around and into them, fighting imaginary enemies. She backed away from them as they stumbled around and covered her position with a deep, dreaming fog. The dremora slowly stopped fighting; Vaermina pushed more power into her spell, and they dropped where they stood, fast asleep. 

This was bad; she had overextended herself with that last maneuver. Bal was between herself and the portal back to her own realm, where she would have the upper hand, and she was unsure whether he saw her or not. 

"Not this shit again"

* Coldharbour, same Bosmer. Molag makes a run for a lake of sulfur and hurls himself into it*

*Gasps for air, The Lord was truly exhausted, he needed more sleep. He looked around dreary eyed. The lesser-dremora were on the floor. It was empty. All he could see was Himself, the once aptly bodied enforcers, and his sibling. She seamed to be shrouded in a dense fog*

HuuuuuuuuuuUUAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

*Now he was rushing toward her, leaping over his fallen comrades. He raised the razor edged axe and hurled it at the fog. It evaporated*

Damn it all.

VAERMINA!

I WANT TO SEE YOUR EYES WHEN I RIP EM OUT.

WAKE

UP

NOW

*Spittle flew from his mouth dissolving into the fog.)) 

Well then, if your not doing anything… how about we play a game?

What sort of ‘game’?

I send several of my followers after you and I get to watch how long it takes them to tear you limb from limb. 

I am a doctor. I will not kill your followers for some game, it’s a waste. If you want someone else to murder them then I can point you to another.

So that's an agreement? *He lets out a deep laugh.* How's an arena? Yes that's quite fine, yes, yes. * A purple vortex appears around the Doctor's feet* Have fun. *Assuming that the Doctor dosn't have any anti-gravitational or anti-magical powers, he begins to fall... to Coldharbour*

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