Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-24280666-20150201165029

Deron slunked in his chair, dissapointed in himself. He had failed again.

For hours, he sat there, drinking and eating, before he heard a voice in his head.

You are but an instrument of my will...

"What? Who's that?" Deron said out loud, attracting looks.

No-one, and everyone...

"Alright! Who's the mage? I'll put a damn bullet through your head myself!" Deron shouted, prompting giggles and stares from the other patrons.

"Sir, I think you've had enough for today. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now." the barkeeper said, with a stern look on his face.

"Hey! I'm not crazy, ok? I heard this voice. I'm not leaving. I'm not drunk." Deron replied, obviously frustrated by the fact that no one else had heard the voice.

"Alright then. Guards!" the barkeeper shouted, prompting two men to enter the building and grab Deron.

"Let me go!" Deron shouted, struggling in the arms of the burly guards.

''Ugh... Bosmer. Why did it have to be a Bosmer...''

"You're coming to the brig now, Elf!" one of the guards shouted, driving the butt-end of his rifle into Deron's back.

"Agh!" Deron cried out in pain.

''Fine... apparently you need me...''

Suddenly, Deron felt very hot. The guards had let go of him, and were screaming. Deron turned to face them and saw they were on fire.

"What?" Deron asked, to no-one in particular. People around him were screaming and shouting, and fleeing the inn.

''Ha... good to see I still maintain some power... flee, they are sending men after you. They believe you to be a mage. Run into the woods and head North until you see a shrine I will speak with you again then.''

Deron didn't stop to ask questions. He grabbed a rifle off of the guards and ran out the front door, running for the town gate. Off to his left, he saw five town guards running after him, off to his right ran a dozen or more. Shouting and shooting, he couldn't let them cacth him, he had to make it to the wilderness. He slid underneath a passing cart, and resumed running. To his dismay, he saw the gate was closed.

Adjusting his plan, he slung the rifle over his shoulders and sprang onto the wall, and pulled himself up to the guard tower with his daggers. A guard attempted to stab him, but Deron pushed him over the wall. After hearing a satisfying thud, he quickly grabbed the rope used for pulling up the gate and jumped off the wall with it, descending quickly, but safely, to the ground beneath him. He let go of the rope, shutting the gate and preventing anyone from persuing him. He ran to the wilderness, heading north and not stopping until the city disappeared from view and he felt safe.

Stopping to regain his wind, he looked to his left, and saw a white marbled shrine. There was a hand in the middle, which looked like it was about to snap, surrounded by tall white pillars.

''Yes... you have arrived. Sleep now. I will speak with you on the morrow...''

Deron immediately felt drowsy, and slunk to his knees, before falling asleep near one of the pillars.