Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5543592-20150405123033

(I'm flying out later, in like 4-5 hours. It's a 3 hour flight, with like an extra hour for travel and boarding in all, so, I may be gone for a bit later today.)

(So, I wrote this sort of abstractly.   Dacian isn’t actually saying the italics, he’s just remembering what happened.   He’d be actually saying them in his own words, but for some reason I felt artsy.)

Dacian nodded and took a deep breath.

“It was a little after I achieved, well, lichdom. I was running on a power high, as you’ll find most lichs do, and was amassing my own little Draugr army. However, I forgot to bind one properly. Upon being resurrected, he took me by surprise and nearly killed me. Knocked me clear off the mountain. The amulet was damaged and I was wasting away, when this family found me. The Llothbrook’s, they were called. You heard Tiberius mention them.”

Oh my gods, what’s happened to him?

He must’ve fallen down the mountain.

Mother, father, aren’t we going to the lake, what’s-

Don’t look, Clarice.

But we can-

Listen to your father, dear.

“They certainly thought I was dead. So I made a noise. I tried to talk to them, call out, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a groan.”

By Shor, he’s still alive!

''What in Oblivion… Clarice, get the wheelbarrow. Largatha, help me lift him.''

Oh gods, Rolo, oh gods…

Largatha, come on!

“The movement made me woozy. I lost most cognitive function and I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going, once they’d started to move me. I just remember the fear.”

We’re almost there.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Father, there’s so much blood. He doesn’t look good. Is he going to die?''

<p class="MsoNormal">''He’ll be fine. He just needs potions and rest.''

<p class="MsoNormal">“No blood or air went to my brain for a long time, so, I don’t remember what happened next. What I do remember is waking up terrified. And furious.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Father, father, he’s alive!

<p class="MsoNormal">Let me see.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The new faces, the noise, their voices… it was too much for me.”   Dacian started to breathe more rapidly, like he was reliving the moment. “I didn’t know what I was doing…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Why does he look so angry?

<p class="MsoNormal">Clarice get back- oh my gods!

<p class="MsoNormal">''Clarice, oh, Shor, no! My daughter! My beautiful daughter!''

<p class="MsoNormal">He sobbed, and a lone tear started to trail down his face. “It was an accident! I didn’t mean to.”   He wiped his cheek. “But then, the man went for his axe…”

<p class="MsoNormal">''You son of a bitch! You killed her!''

<p class="MsoNormal">''No, Rolo don’t! No more!''

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian started to hyper-ventilate. “He came at me! I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.”

<p class="MsoNormal">''Oh, by Shor, Rolo no! Please, don’t hurt me! Oh gods, my family…''

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to rid himself of the vision, “I couldn’t stop myself. She wasn’t even threatening me and I…”   His voice took on a dull, detached tone, the intense emotion fading. “I killed her, too.”

<p class="MsoNormal">''No, please! Let me live! Stop, please, gods! No!   N-''

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian opened his eyes and he looked away, dejectedly, like he couldn’t bear to look at Kay after explaining what he’d done.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It was an accident...”   He murmured again.