Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-27783182-20150325173145

Eilonwyn wrote: (Blood? Dunmer? Games!? Bat Wings!? Oh I smell a very familiar vampire... :o) (Indeed you do... *French accent* Ohohoho~...)

Amira stepped back, shivering.

"W-who are you?" He asked.

The Dunmer teleported to Amira, smiling with sharp accent.

"I... am... the Devil..." He laughed. "Soon... When the Blazing sun and the Bloodmon appear together, high up in the sky..."

"I will come back..."

He pointed upwards, where a giant burning version of the sun and a bloody version of the moon were collapsing.

"I always do..."

He disappeared, creating a tornado in the proccess, which swallowed Amira.

Amira woke up. He was in the middle of the woods, conveniently, next to a town.

Also conveniently, the same town Arrietty was heading to. He held a note on his hand. It was written in blood.

ertnAgnafdoolB

What could this mean?

Amira walked towards the town. He looked at his own body. His armor was ragged and his skin had bite marks and scratches all over it. Bat ones.

He crawled from the bushes and into the town, falling of weakness.

"Arr...iet...ty..." He moaned. "Help... me..."

The townsfolk gathered around him. Some tried to help him, while others screamed for Arrietty.

(This was a bit longer than it was meant to be. Wow.)