Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191029114843/@comment-25828117-20191030134243

Helian wandered out onto a large round tower with battlements the size of barns surrounding it. It was a wide space that made him feel as if he had shrunk in size.

A mer seemed to be waiting for him there. He had square face for an Altmer. neatly boxed in by mid-length hair combed back out of his visage. It revealed plainly to Helian that one of his eyes was milky white with a large scratch wound to match. In pretty much encompassed the entire right half of his face.

Another thing to note was that he looked about as cheery as a man who had just been told his house had sunk into an avalanche of sewage.

"You are Helian?" He asked, nay demanded in a stern and hoarse voice. The part of his neck where his adam's apple moved up and down had also been scratched.

"I-I am, yes."

"Listen up, manchild..."

Helian frowned slightly. He was not a manchild.

"... I don't want to do this. And I take it you don't either. But sadly for the both of us, we don't have a choice, so I expect you to give it your best. We will train until you attain the skills needed. You will not leave, sleep, eat or even shit until I am pleased with the results. Got it?"

Helian nodded.

"Are you mute? Answer me!"

"Y-yes sir!"

"Melinore wants me to make a gryphon rider out of you in eight days, and I don't want to let her down. Will you let me down?"

Helian shook his head and then quickly added:

"No sir."

"Good. Then we shall begin. Follow me."

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"We theorise you have to somehow adapt to your environment. Like noticing what is wrong and focusing on it. Easier said than done of course." Heldil said.

"Yes. In the realm of possibility as we've called it, you become a blank slate of sorts. You do not remember where exactly the entrance point was or that you are even in it. It feels like real life, as if your have been there the whole time. Only upon leaving it you realise it was not real and by then it is too late." Saulas added.