David
*"So you don't know anything about this house?"
"No."
 "Anyone seen entering or leaving? Any strange lights or unusual noises?"
 "It's abandoned and it's always been abandoned."*

*The Jarl walked down, with a personal guard clad in Dwemer Armor.*

"What in oblivion is happening?"

*"Jarl, i have reason to believe there is... Otherworldly... Interference in this house."*

*The Jarl paused for a moment.*

"Continue... But keep it down! You have permission to enter if you wish... But you're bothering every damn person who passes you!"
Blanca
He had heard about this certain haunted house a while ago, watching from the shadows as he heard the Jarl speak of the place that called for him, something ancient dwelled in the old stone walls of those walls, something that he now had the free time to check on.

He came out of the darkness and made his presence clear,"If i may my Jarl, i have experience with such places, i ask for your permission to solve whatever issue the place has." He stated, he had been keeping an eye on the subject for a while.
David
*He immediately knew that he was a Vampire. The Vigilant, not so much. The Jarl said nothing about that. The Vigilant spoke.

"I was actually just about to head on inside. Be good to have someone watch my back. Follow me, and keep your eyes open. Daedra are powerful creatures and tricksters. Never know what you'll find."*

"Yes thats... His business. It was never a problem until he arrived. Nobody has seen anything... The only Daedra worship here would be New Temple Dunmer, who are protected under my Law."
Blanca
"Very well then." Said the vampire as he nodded, "I shall join you in this quest, lead the way." He said, giving the Jarl a glance before looking back at the vigilant.
David
"Been needing to put that house on the Market again... Tell me what you find, I'll see how honest i need to be in the listing!"

*He let out a hearty chuckle. He would leave, the Vigilant now entering the building.

"Fresh food. No wood rot on the furniture. Someone's been here. Recently. But the people I asked say no one enters or leaves..."

Something made a noise in another room. An object falling, maybe.

"Wait. Did you hear that? I think it came this way."*
Blanca
He followed the vigilant in, hand by the handle of his sword just in case there were any unpleasant surprises in this house, he felt extremely uneasy, every fiber of his being told him that he should not be here, that there was something dangerous here, far more dangerous than he could expect.

He heard the noise in the other room, looking at the vigilant briefly before he walked towards the room from where the noise came, the feeling of fear only grew more and more as time went on.

"Best to stick close to me." Said the vampire, the temptation to unsheathe his sword grew too.
David
*Next Room. Another noise further... Down the stairs

"That's it. Something's inside the house. Come on, we're getting to the bottom of this."

Zeolotry overtook him, he rushed down the stairs into the next room. All seemed normal, until things began floating.

"Stendarr's Mercy! This isn't an ordinary Daedra. We have to get help."

Then Alaric would hear a distant, yet familiar voice. In his own mind.*

**"Weak. He's weak. You're strong. Crush him."**
Blanca
His eyes widened in terror as he heard the voice, his heart would be beating to the point of almost exploding if he was still alive, he knew what this was...


And he knew better than to try and go against his wishes.

He grabbed the handle of his sword, unsheathed it and turned towards the vigilantes back, closing the distance in the blink of an eye as he put a hand on his shoulder and drove his steel sword into his back, the other end coming out from his chest.
David
*Tyranus was stood there. The life leaving his body. He couldn't speak, but he was beginning to lose his strength. He fell, off of the Blade, to the ground, pooling in his own blood. Booming laughter filled the halls.*

**"Yes. Your reward is waiting for you, Vampire. Further down."**
Blanca
He sheathed his blade and stared at the corpse for a moment, before he walked further into the haunted house, now he understood why his instincts warned him, he meddled with forces far beyond his understanding.

And yet, he continued to move further.
David
*In front of him at the bottom was the mace he had been looking for. On a pedestal, but it looked rusty, tarnished. No turning back now though. There wasn't any as soon as he entered the building.*
Blanca
He recognized the altar on which the mace stood, he approached slowly and carefully, he then started to reach out for the old looking mace, was this his reward?
David
*The spikes in the floor entrapped him. Sharp, hostile spikes. The voice returned, louder.*

**"Fool! Did you think Molag Bal, the Lord of Domination, would so easily reward you? What do you see from that little cage? Speak."**
Blanca
He pulled his hand back as the spikes came and imprisoned him, he didn't know if he should bow down before his creator of his his creator would see that as weakness and end him right there and then, so he decided to do as told.

"I have heard stories, this is the cursed mace of the prince of dominance." He spoke, brief and to the point.
David
**"Rusted. Dry. There was a time when this mace dripped with the blood of the feeble and the worthless. But a Daedric Lord has his enemies, and my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate it. Left it here to decay. Until you came."**
Blanca
"...What is it that you ask of me?" Asked the vampire lord, he was already a product of his creation, perhaps there was something to be gained if he helped the daedric prince in his endeavors, his fear subsided ever so slightly.
David
**"I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knee and give me his soul. He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot. Save him, at Hag Rock Redoubt. Let him perform his rite one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him."**

*The spikes retracted into the floor. Now he had a task.*
Blanca
He stood there for a moment, before he turned around and walked out as quickly as possible, now he had a mission from the creator of his species and something told him that failure would lead to a fate worse than death.

He made his way out of the house and to his destination.
David
*Logrulf entered the house, and made it down the stairs. He was devoted, certainly. He made it to the altar room.

"Molag Bal. You think you can best Boethiah's faithful? I have won this contest before!"*

**"Ah. But I have my own champion this time, Logrolf."**

*The spikes of the cage would encase him.*

*"What? You!"*

**"Vampire. I give you my mace, in all its rusted spitefulness. Crush the spirit from Logrolf's bones. Make him bend to me."**
Blanca
Indeed he walked in once the priest was imprisoned, walking over to the mace as he picked it up from the altar, the vampire positioned himself behind the priest, raising the mace and bringing it down onto his back over and over again, bones cracking and snapping as the vampire sought to break his spirit.
David
**Again!**

*The process of him dying and being revived went through about 5 cycles. Almost every bone in his body was broken.*

*"No more... I yield!"*

**"You bend to me?"**

*"Yes!"*

**"You pledge your soul to me?"**

*"Yes!"*

**"You forsake the weak and pitiful Boethiah?"**

*"Yes!"*

**"You're mine now, Logrolf."**

*He would directly adress Alaric now.*

**"Kill. Him."**
Blanca
The vampire raised the mace once more and this time, he brought it down onto his skull, one blow was all it took for his body to fall limp in his cage.


"It is done." Said the vampire.
David
*There was a silence that fell over the room. The mace in his hand... The rust was coming off, it was beginning to feel... Alive.*

**"The Mace of Molag Bal! I give you its true power, Vampire. When your enemies lie broken and bloody before you, know that I will be watching. Now, I have a soul in Oblivion that needs claiming. Take care of the house while I'm gone."**

*With a villainous laugh at the end... He was gone. And the Mace was Alaric's.*
Blanca
The vampire stared down at the mace as the rust came off, revealing the mace that put fear in the hearts of so many people, then he simply felt Molag Bal's presence disappear from the house, he started to make his way out of the house with one thought in mind.

**Who's the first dawnguard member that he was going to use this on?**
David
*That would have to wait. The same Dwemer-Clad personal guard of the Jarl was outside.*

*"Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood wishes to see you. In Understone Keep."*
Blanca
He looked at the guard, he couldn't do much to hide the cursed mace he carried with him, but he supposed that waiting a bit longer wouldn't hurt,"Very well, will you be coming with me?" He asked.
David
*"Yes yes... He had a keen interest in you as soon as you came through the gates. I know, by the way."*

*But he didn't seem to care. He had a seemingly lax policy on Vampires.*
Blanca
He raised an eyebrow, usually Jarls would react to a vampire with torches and swords, but he did not question his luck and simply made his way to the Understone keep.