Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150524182740/@comment-24123288-20150524201102

Nissa choked and gasped, taking her last breath with wet eyes and a thankful smile on her face. Her vision darkened instantly, and her last thoughts were of the two people most important to her.

Her best friend Arrietty, the Breton thief who had brought her so much fun and a lot of laughing and advice.

Then there was Aratius. The man who showed her that it was okay to fall in love again. The man who she was glad to spend the rest of her life with, no matter how pitifully short it was...

Nissas body lay still for mere moments before black smoke began pouring out of her open mouth. It flowed and condensed in the form of a hooded man, with no legs. He floated there, in front of Isaiah, his glowing blue eyes narrowing as the Tyrant extended his hand.

The blade still stuck in Nissas chest trembled heavily, with Isaiah still clung onto it until it eventually raised up, out of Isaiahs grip, leaving deep gashes on his palms in the process. The red blade flew to the Tyrants side and it hovered there, floating beside him.

"I'm still not complete..." He whispered to himself, looking directly below him. In a flash, he vanished, the katana making its way back downstairs until he reappeared in front of Karin and Dacian.

"One last part of my soul to reclaim... 

Behold, Thormodr is my name!

I intone to you this vow.

As I take it all from you now.

''Ser Karin of Wayrest. ''

Open yourself to me.

Accept me.

And I will know freedom!"

Kay stiffened in Dacians embrace, a small part of her feeling different, and Thormodr entered fully into her mind.

"One last vessel to destroy..." Kay whispered, the voice coming out of her, clearly not her own. She pushed Dacian away and raised her hand, smirking as Dawnbreaker flew out the room and hovered at her side, Nissas katana on the opposite.

Kay turned and strode upstairs, her eyes widening in terror at the sky, and a triumphant grin on her face.