Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-24685738-20150327160008

(Well, here you go! Have a mediocre filler-pie! :D)

Tyra…

Tyra…

Tyra, wake up…

Tyra shot up and rubbed her eyes, before beginning to look around the interior of the… where was she? It was wooden, and it curved, slightly, around her…

A boat?

Why was she on a boat?

Shhh… Quiet, now… Don’t want them to see you…

“See me?” Tyra asked, confused, as she looked around for the voice. It sounded… familiar. She knew the voice. It had spoken in her dreams before.. But, seriously, where was she?

The voice usually spoke during her dreams of a shrine, a nightmare about a massive statue of some creature staring down at her. It always whispered hushed warnings in the darkness, letting her see what was going on with the hooded figures the always swarmed around it.

Ugh. She hated that dream.

This one seemed at least a little nicer.

Tyra!

Tyra, get down!

Tyra immediately threw herself behind a barrel, listening to the hushed voices that began to come through.

“The Master wishes for us to find it…”

“You know how much I hate doing this.”

“Ours is not to question him. You know what he did to-”

“Yes, yes, I know. That idiot girl should’ve just brought him the sword back from Solstheim.”

Tyra could finally see the two men as they walked into the room. One was an Altmer wearing a black hood and carrying a blue staff. The other was much shorter, looking like a… Tyra couldn’t really tell. Maybe a Bosmer?

Did this have to do with the Aldmeri Dominion?

And what were they doing in Solstheim? A sword? What was going on?

“I know, I know. But, can you honestly blame her? I mean, come on. It was a big sword.” That was the short one.

“Oh, shut up. This isn’t funny. He’s been on the warpath ever since then!”

“And because of that, what’s been happening?”

“We’ve gotten even closer to it.” The Altmer grumbled.

“And?”

“And…?”

“We’re going to finish this. That girl up in Skyrim has been slightly annoying, but we always win, don’t we?”

“Besides that little business with the Emperor, two-hundred years ago.”

“We’re still on about this? You, honestly, could’ve done better. It was your fault, not mine.”

“Oh, yeah, because I’m an Altmer, I’m supposed to make sure every single Altmer is perfect!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not going to get into this argument again. We just have to take out all three of these little ‘gangs.’”

“The crazy girl, the cult, and the other crazy girl?”

“Yes.”

“His granddaughter’s with them, right?”

“Yup…”

The awkward silence grew, until the Altmer said. “So… Are our troops mobilized?” Tyra’s eyes widened. ''Troops? Where are they going?''

Be patient. The voice said again. ''This is but a memory. You will hear.''

“Yes, sir. They’re heading to Whiterun.”

''Whiterun?! B-but… That’s where Kay and Dacian and Arrietty are! That’s where I am!''

I know, my dear, but you must-

The image flickered, and the voice whispered. What is happ- The voice faded out, to be replaced by a high-pitched, whining noise.

Dream-Tyra covered her ears with her hands, screaming.

Death…

Death, Tyra.

''Death comes for you, my dear. Come… Come to me… Come to be a sacrifice…''

Sacrifice…

The black room exploded with light as a man in a black robe stepped through, appearing to only be seen by his eyes.

His bright… His bright green eyes.

DEATH!

Tyra shot up, shuddering in fear. She stood up, instantly, and ran outside. Her friends wouldn’t want to hear it… They hated it… They hated her…

She stepped outside to watch out for… whatever.

What would be coming?

She… She didn’t really want to know.

She absentmindedly rubbed the tattoo on her cheek, wondering about the voice that had spoken to her.

Ugh…

She didn’t really feel like being a sacrifice, like the man had said.

But, then again…

Did anyone?