"… I warned them about the vampires…"
Fulmine stands in the wrecked remains of the Hall of the Vigilant. Around her lay countless bodies, many of which were fully drained of blood.
She sighs; “Can’t say they didn’t have it coming to them considering the current state of affairs… I don’t understand why they could have thought my message was in jest… Well, its a bit too late for that, isn’t it Meridia?”
The Daedric prince of life speaks solemnly. She knew of the outcome long before it came to pass.
"Well, what are you waiting for? There are those who need my cleansing light. You shall provide it, correct?
Fulmine simply replies, “As you will. Though, I request the allowance of burial rights. And then I’ll need to stop in with Arcadia for supplies…”
The voice returns; “If you must, but make it quick. We must show these undead the wrath of the living they feast upon.”
Fulmine’s eyes light up into a fierce red, a sign that her latest mission has begun…
"…As you will…"
