Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161129145539/@comment-24280666-20161211003246

Elric, who had been unconscious this whole time, re-awoke. Thankfully, one of his captors had healed him. He was being carried in a stretcher, and awoke just as the name "Fontaine." rang out of the Bitch-Queen's mouth. Elric waited for the men to put him down. They carried him to a tent that had been set up in the city and dumped him on the floor. He ragdolled to the ground, pretending to be just another body they were dumping. It was obvious they had thought their healing had failed. Elric waited until they left before opening his eyes and looking for his weapons and armor.

"Fuckers..." Elric whispered, his gear nowhere to be found. He rolled to his feet, looking for anything amongst the bodies he could use as a weapon. He found his mark in a splintered bone, that belonged to a detached arm. The bone was relatively sharp where it had split, and Elric was no stranger to uncommon means of murder. He grabbed the arm and snuck out of the tent. There were no guards protecting the tent, as all bodies inside were assumed dead. Elric needed to find his armor, and he needed to rejoin his group. He knew the guards would be back soon, and they would notice him. He was desperate. Elric cursed to himself quietly before shaking his head and whispering a prayer he had not said in a long time.

"Nocturnal, hide me, for I am your Shadowcloak, your blade in the dark." Elric muttered, holding his breath.

''Ahhh... So the pup returns... how are those daggers treating you?''

"I know it has been a long time m'lady, but please, this is not petty thievery." Elric whispered, remaining in the shadow of the tent.

''You have not prayed to me in 10 long years Elric... you were but a boy when you offered your eternal soul, just to steal some daggers... then, you went silent. You never prayed again.''

"M'lady, I had not the need for it. I did not mean to waste your time for my simple robberies, when I was capable myself." Elric whispered, hearing footsteps approaching. "Please, I haven't much time."

''Very well, but do not forsake your powers, Elric. They will grant you much.''

With a crackle, Elric felt his body becoming invisible as the world around him snapped into focus. He let out a quiet sigh He hated using this power, and had only used it once before, when he was a boy. His teacher, Melnibone, had told him that a prayer to Nocturnal in the "light of the night" would find his fortune improved. After being removed from the Guild, after the leader found him no longer useful as an urchin, Elric's act of revenge was to steal his prized daggers. He prayed to Nocturnal for aid, and found himself pledging his eternal soul as a boy, just for a better chance at revenge. The memory left Elric with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Elric snuck over to nearby chest, using his heightened instincts to find his Bone Daggers. He opened the chest, and amongst many suits of armor and rags, found his twin daggers, Bone Daggers and leather armor, along with his pack. He donned his armor, quickly shedding the rags he had been dressed in before removing the length of rope from his pack and attaching it to his belt. As he did so, he realized the Daedric Daggers were gone. Obviously one of the Guards had plundered them, to be sold to some half-septim fence. Elric cursed, just as a loud blast of energy was heard. Elric leapt into action, sneaking and rolling at a quick pace to where the action was.

His Nocturnal's Blessing wore off just as he rolled into the battle.

"What in the God's name is happening!" he yelled, looking for Stauntax. The Breton was seething with rage as the Bitch-Queen swung some magical ethereal type swords at them. Elric didn't understand the magic, but he knew he could help.

"Stauntax! What should I do?" he yelled, unsure whether or not a direct assault would hinder or help.