"Much more civil... the armor looks more advanced then Blades equipment, from the notes and sketches. Perhaps we should meet this Tsaesci?"

Makor jumps startled, slightly shaking the floor "Are you crazy?!"

"Well i'm sure its nothing you guys can't handle" said Emily looking at all of them

Ahkrinfeynvokun

Falin breathed heavily, trembling slightly from pain. The past few months had taken their toll; scars marred her now sickly thin body, her horns had long since been snapped off and her remaining eye had grown dull. Had it not been for her quickened healing, she would have long been dead.

"Why . . . " her voice had grown quiet, hoarse, "do you still persist, when you can't succeed?"

His pale, cracked face frowns slightly, before he courses more of his darkness into her wounds, making sure to up the 'dosage' so as to cause more, excruciating pain.

"All men and mer break. Even your eldest broke, albeit physically. As for those closest to you, you had best hope they do not come for you, for they will die."

'Well, yes.' Sauriil nodded. 'But we'll be fine as long as we stay away from them. They don't really have amazing eyesight. Although their sense of smell . . .'

YolGoraagSingh

Makor jumps startled, slightly shaking the floor "Are you crazy?!"

"I mean, why not? If they have not outright attacked, then this could be the chance for a very powerful ally if, or rather when, Tiberius finds us. We all know that we cannot hide forever..." He then looks down to a few more sheets, frowning as he reads them over.

"It would be a thrill to kill one...and taste their blood maybe" Emily's eyes turned a bit red but then turned back too normal and all of a sudden the mark on her forhead burned and she started to feel the darkness flowing through her body as she screamed in pain

Makor mutters an insult in Orcish.

"Emily? Emily!" He then stands up, shouting in Altmeris at the door. Within moments, his personal guard have entered, quickly casting several healing spells in an attempt to relieve her of her ailment.

"Nerevarine, what is happening?!"

'Emily! What in Oblivion?' Sauriil runs over and grabs her shoulder. It burns his hands. 'Agh! Darkness!'

Lokonikah

His pale, cracked face frowns slightly, before he courses more of his darkness into her wounds, making sure to up the 'dosage' so as to cause more, excruciating pain.

"All men and mer break. Even your eldest broke, albeit physically. As for those closest to you, you had best hope they do not come for you, for they will die."

Falin gasped and coughed, spattering more blood onto the cold floor.

Emily's eyes shone a pale black before she stopped scremaing and went unconscious

Makor tries to do something but everyone is rushing, he just sits down.

Ahkrinfeynvokun

Falin gasped and coughed, spattering more blood onto the cold floor.

His face does not change in the slightest. He does not show glee, or anger, or anything. Just, an emotionless, if not soulless, demon. He continues to pour more magic into her, before he suddenly drops her, turning around and slamming the cell door closed as he summons a ball, shifting the orb of Darkness in his hands as he silently breathes our words in an ancient, unknown language. Possibly Daedric... What he is doing, will not bode well for Emily...

'I have never felt this in a long time. It is old. Very old.' Sauriil looked at his palm, the symbol of Oblivion glistened across it.