Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-3293219-20150327094153

It wasn't long until the song had returned to Asgarne, awakening him from his dark slumber. This time, he awoke under a mass of rubble, covered in dust and smaller stones, bricks and mortar...

The stone beneath him was shattered and broken, like Asgarne himself, small shards of the tower dug into the giant's back, though he did not feel them... He felt nothing since his resurrection...

He tries to move his legs but there appears to be too many obstructions. Driven only by instinct, Asgarne begins to panic and thrashes as much as possible to rid himself of them. He must have done this, just blindly moving his arms and legs for hours, maybe even days, time was of no concern to Asgarne as he had slept for centuries, though he was aware of every minute of it and an hour was but the blink of an eye for him.

The flies buzz around him, come to feed off of his corpse and soon the larger, less bold scavengers will join the fray. The titan prioritises breaking free before he was eaten alive by wolves, rats or something even more demeaning.

After destroying all obstructions, he slowly turned around and saw that the ruin behind him had been completely destroyed. He cared nothing for the ruin as it was just a remnant of a dead world. Most of the things from his world weren't even dust now, a comforting thought to those who do not have to live it...

Asgarne carried his entire time period on his shoulders, the wooden mask of a clan long since dead and reduced to dust and ashes. He didn't feel that their name deserved to be uttered, if they were forgotten, then they weren't meant to be saved.

The Nord, if he could even be called that anymore, watched the tower for a few moments, as if he had some form of connection to it. However, he had little to no sentiment and decided to simply move on...

-

What did the Imperial call the Breton? 'Kid?' A word given the offspring of goats, most likely adopted by humans... So she sees her as a child, a being of innocence and weakness. The Breton was far from this, she was ignorant, in all of the worst ways. She resurrected the Nord, so that he may fulfil her shallow desires. She tore him away from his love, so that he may reunite her with her own, through impossible means, trapping him in this place and then fleeing with the only means that he had of getting back.

No child could or would do that, no one void of responsibility or any degree of innocence could do that. When he tried to ask her for it, she refused and when he attacked her, she destroyed his vocal chords as she tried to slit his throat with her curved chain blade. He hoped to return the favour, though, in truth, he'd be content with just the amulet...

The others didn't matter, they were flies, dancing around a corpse. The knew not what they did...

From the looks of Asgarne's left sleeve, one of them had tried to cremate him. Most likely out of fear, rather than respect, perhaps levelling the tower was their idea of containing him to? He knew not, nor cared...

The great sin that was committed out of grief, must be rectified, it will be, once the Breton dies and Asgarne has the amulet.

-

The Nord continued to wander the mountain pass, until he came to a cross road. According to an old, wooden sign, the nearest city was Whiterun. He recalled the Breton mention it... That must be where they were headed...

The shambolic figure slowly looked up and began to march on, his eyes examined the path ahead, slowly moving around inside his blistered, rotten eyelids as he moved on. He wondered if these roads were patrolled, not that he cared of course as he could easily dispatch those who patrolled it.

As he continued across the road, he began to examine the local wildlife, seeing that some things hadn't changed. On the horizon, he saw giants, herding a mass of grazing mammoths. His people always revered giants as the true masters of tranquillity. No care for earthly possessions, love, wealth, land or politics... They simply did as they have always done, roamed the land, in isolation.

This is one of many reasons that his people are now extinct, crippled by their fear of their own humanity and desperate to live out their 'pure' lives until one of the 'impure' comes along and kills them for what little they had.

Asgarne himself was brainwashed, like them but time numbs all love and loyalty except for that which is true...

As the Nord turned his attention back to the road, he saw that several Nords, in cheap clothing, had stepped out and outstretched their hands, in the hopes of stopping him. They could hope all that they wanted, Asgarne had a mission and had no time for these fools.

"Woah, hold up there..." The lead Nord called, a filthy looking man, with scruffy brown hair. He quickly fell silent as he saw the giant hulk stop, just short of him, intense eyes bearing down on him.

"You need to pay to use this road!" The Nord informed him as soon as he'd located his spine and ensured that his bladder wouldn't spontaneously decide that this was a trip that he must make alone.

"Yeah!" Another Nord called out, stepping out from behind him, this one was female, red hair, carried a strange looking curved sword.

"Fifty gold or we'll turn you into a human knife block!"

That would be a concern to Asgarne, considering that he hasn't been human for centuries. Being a human knife block would be a step closer to that, if he desired it but he didn't crave his humanity, he wanted death, he wanted the amulet.

He just stared at the lead Nord, not even dignifying him with a response and for once, it wasn't because of his wrecked vocal chords...

"So... Will you pay up?" He asked, almost sounding as if he was hoping that the Nord would say 'yes.'

Asgarne just stared, this Nord's fear amused him somewhat... He looked up at him, hopefully, like a puppy wanting a treat. The fool was pitiable, not remotely intimidating or competent in his role as a bandit.

The third one, the man in the robes, began to grow hesitant, he tried to speak up but lost his newfound courage and had to stop so that he could find it.

"Guys... I don't think that we should be messing with this one...

He's..."

"Shut it Ross! Do you want to go back to that shit heap of a college!?" The female Nord snapped, getting 'Ross' to step down.

"N-No... Sorry, Marlene..."

"So..." The Leader began, seeing the rotten, decaying flesh around Asgarne's neck and suddenly looking concerned.

"What... Is your answer?"

Asgarne had, had enough of this, he rolled his arm around and drove his blade down, slamming it into the unsuspecting fool's head and practically cleaving the thing in two. His blade was lodged inside the large divide, created in the Nord's skull, who blustered and spluttered as he was slowly brought down to his knees, gasping and spasming as the blood trickled down his face.

Asgarne waited, until he was on his knees before resting his boot on the Nord's chest and retrieving his sword, letting the broken mess of the man collapse at his feet.

"You Bastard!" Marline snapped, charging in and clumsily swinging her sword at him. Asgarne quickly snatched her hair and looked up as 'Ross' blasted them, with an ice spell. He quickly lifted the Captive Nord, by her hair, and used her as a human shield, so that she bore the brunt of the frost spell.

Due to the intensity of the spell, it turned Marline's face to ice, possibly killing her in the process, though Asgarne never left it to 'chance.' He turned around and slammed her face against a nearby stone wall, shattering it, like a glass sculpture and watching as the blood pooled around his feet.

He tried to drop the body but found that her head was frozen to it and he couldn't let go of it. He knew that 'Ross' was likely mounting a counter attack and, thinking quickly, he swung his sword and decapitated Marline, so that he only had to carry what was left of her mangled head.

Asgarne's gaze quickly snapped back to the Mage, who was now seeing how futile his struggle was. He looked from side to side, seeing that there was no chance of victory here and decided to cut his losses and make a run for it.

He watched as the Nord bolted, glaring at him as he ran for his life, like many of his more intelligent rivals. Asgarne would have smiled, if it weren't for the fact that his lips were fused to his mask...

It was time to move on...

Asgarne slowly turned back to the road that he had previously travelled and began to wander it once more, heading straight for Whiterun, just hoping that he wasn't too late...

-

The Nord had wandered the frozen, barren lands of Skyrim for hours but he had finally made it to the city of Steel. He could see it, just over the horizon, smoke coming out of chimneys and forges and the sounds of livestock and loud conversation, all of which intertwined into each other and became one big mass of noise...

As Asgarne watched the town, from afar, he began to sense the amulet. He wasn't sure if he really could or if it was just insanity from wanting it so desperately. Either way, he felt it... Either way... He wouldn’t stop until it was his once more...

The ice that bound Marline's head to his hand had finally managed to fade and the Nord's horrifically shattered cranium fell by his feet. Asgarne didn't notice or care and immediately proceeded to wander, like a lost soul, towards the city of Whiterun...