Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141126032139/@comment-29458028-20141127064433

(Now, back to Siris and Annalyse.)

Siris could hardly sleep. He hated the dark dreams which he had been having. A shadowy man wielding a scythe seemed to chase him endlessly in his dream world. Thanks to that, his sleep cycles were highly irregular. He had decided enough was enough. Defiant, Siris used illusion to force himself to sleep.

"Who are you, damnit!" Shouted Siris as the shadowy figure chased him. He didn't run, but he stood his ground.

The figure did not answer, but attacked. Siris fought against it and was surprised it used very similar attack patterns to both him and his father. The figure spoke in a growling, echoing voice "You fight well, Siris. Too well for someone your age."

Siris shattered the figure with his powers. It reformed and seemed to hold Siris in a vampiric grip, as shadows were formed into armor around Siris. The shadow seemed satisfied as Siris own will overpowered his, shaping the armor.

"My reforged Reaper of Souls, for you, my grandson. It is time" said the figure, the shadows around him dissipating to reveal Sorin Steelfang, who held out a black sword (this sword here, except with a black blade ).

Siris took the sword and the weapon burned with blue flame, before it dissipated into shadows which flew into his palm.

"Also, I leave you my scythe (the scythe in this image! ). I have no use for it. No longer will I haunt your dreams"

Siris awoke. The scythe was indeed lying on the floor beside him. He picked it up and gave it a few swings.