Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150206093315/@comment-29458028-20150208093554

Raphael made it back to Helgen, then he slumped against a wall and fell asleep. He didn't bother going in and sleeping with the others on proper beds. His line of work generally required him to sleep wild anyway, if he actually needed to sleep. Raphael's eyes closed.

Raphael was now standing in a dreamscape. In fact, Raphael knew he was dreaming. He always did. Monsters attacked him from everywere, but he used Crimson Vision to kill all of them, precision stabs to their hearts. Everything else he couldn't kill with his sword, he used plasmakinesis, shattering them with deadly magical power. When he eventually faced a massive, armored daedra, Raphael created the Liminal Necrosis with his lucid dreaming and destroyed it with a single slash

Raphael knew he was simply experiencing his dreams, to rationalize the day's events. Until, that was, every monster he killed seemed to dissolve, like illusions, revealing that they were all copies of his lover, torn up in the most savage of fashions by deadly swordplay. The armored daedra died the exact same way his lover did, as a copy of his lover.

Raphael awoke, screaming "nooooooooooo!" so loud, it echoed around the camp. He was drenched in sweat. Whether it was from his earlier training, or his dreams, he couldn't tell.