Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-24280666-20150201220521

Deron awoke to the sound of fingers snapping. He rose slowly to his feet, stumbling as he remembered how to rise. He looked around, his head still groggy from the sleep, and noticed the marbled hand was now in an open palm position. Odder still, the pillars around the statue seemed to have transformed into a moat-like basin, with a slightly glowing blue water flowing in it.

''You awoke on my command... Good... Just like you walk, breathe, talk and live on my command.''

"I've had enough of you!" Nesros shouted, his voice ringing through the night sky.

''I care little for your emotions. The water you see before you, it is my blooc water. You will put the rock to your left in these waters, and wait. That is all...''

"Fine." Nesros reluctantly picked up the rock and walked over to the waters. He looked at the glowing waters carefully, before dipping his hand which held the rock into the water. Pain shot straight up his left arm, searing it to the bone.

"Aghhhhhhhhhh!" Nesros screamed, pulling his hand out immediately, dropping the rock in the waters. The hand that had been submerged glowed blue, and he involuntarily began shooting lightning out of the tips of his fingers.

''Did I mention the water is pure Magicka? No? Oops, must've forgotten that bit.''

"Gaaaaaah!" Nesros collapsed to the ground, curling his hand and internalizing the lightning blasts. Searing jolts of pain shot through his body, and Nesros passed out.

When he awoke, his entire right hand was charred black, and he felt completely defeated. He was too weak to rise.

''Oh come on! Never used a spell before?''

"N-no." Nesros said, too weak to make a comeback.

''Such a shame. The rock is ready. Get it.''

"D-do you r-really th-think I-I'm in, in any st-state t-to do tha- Gaaaah!" Nesros writhed in agony as he felt the lightning running through him again, making him rise.

''As I said, I care little for your emotions. Rise.''

"Gods! Ok! I will, damnit." Nesros attempted to ignore the pain in his legs as he grabbed hold of the exterior of the basin,  using it to pull himself up.

''Good. Now, think of the rock. Call it to you. Bend the air to your will.''

Nesros obeyed. He shut his eyes as he thought of the rock rising out of the basin, thought of the curved edges and the colour, thought of how smooth it felt in his hands.

''Very good! Open your eyes...''

Nesros opened his eyes, and hovering in front of him was the stone. Except, the stone was slightly different this time around. On the surface of the rock, two letters of the Daedric alphabet were imprinted, and the rock glowed blue.

Now, ask the stone to heal you.

Nesros imagined his body being healed, his charred black hand slowly turning back to normal, his pained muscles relaxing and healing. He heard buzzes and clicks, and when he opened his eyes, the stone was swirling around him, and what he had imagined had become reality. His hand had returned to normal, and he felt able to rise.

"This... This is amazing!" Nesros said, astounded and stupefied.

''This is just a fraction of my power... You will sleep now, and awake when the time is ripe for my plans to come to fruition...''

Nesros felt completely worn out, sinking to his knees, and falling asleep, his head resting on the edge of the moat-like basin.