Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150208141651/@comment-5583506-20150209153315

Rikki couldn't sleep. The stench of putrifaction surronded her. At least they could have had the decency to put her somewhere where there weren't any rotting corpses? And when she well managed to fall asleep she couldn't get a good night's rest due to the strange dreams that had haunted her since childhood. The contents were so terrifying that she had lost all respect for anything involving fire, in fact she dreaded fire more than death itself. In the Bosmer woman's cave she had tried to stay as far away from the fire pit as possible, but close enough to get warm.

The dreams were usually the same with some various details changing or going missing altogether. Men in armor puts a wooden building to the torch. She is carried out by some robed and hooded figure through the window of the burning building. As the flaming inferno roars and grows, the hooded character holds her out in an attempt to save her from the flames. Then the fire engulfs the hooded figure. The hood comes off revealing a Khajiit female. Terror stirs in her eyes as she realises that she herself is beyond saving from the fiery death awaiting them. The flames licks her face. The Khajiit female screams in pain and agony as pieces of her face begins to melt and fall off, revealing a gaunt skull beneath. Her robed arms catches fire and she drops Rikki through the window and down into some dark and murky water. Unable to swim as an infant, she drops several fathoms below the waves. Above her the surface is coloured by blackness and fiery red. Bubbles starts to come out of her mouth. And she awakes...

The dream was horrifying. She had told the story to several other members of the Thieves' Guild and they had told her that it was probably fragments of some long lost memory when she was little. Yet she couldn't remember anything. She felt no relation whatsoever to the events of the dream. To her that was all it was. Just a nightmare. A neverending returning nightmare...

However it wasn't the nightmare that woke her up. A hand grabbed her by the shoulder and she exclaimed a muffled scream.

"The Listener is waiting", said the robed assassin and grasped her by the skin of her neck to pull her up.

She was sick of cat references. For all she knew the next thing he would do would be to pull her precious tail. She wished that Xad was with her. She didn't perhaps like his attitude, but she reckoned that if he were there he would make mincemeat out of the assassins in a matter of seconds.

If only... But she expected that he couldn't care less were she had ran off to. She had been a thief after all. Good riddance, in the eyes of a true Companion...