Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-24280666-20150207200358

Ferrin ran down the main street of the city, destroying Man and Mer alike. Suddenly, Ferrin was tackled to the street by a large Nordic man.

"Fucking Mer!" the tackler shouted, bringing down a large axe into Ferrin's arm. Ferrin shrieked in pain as the axe tore into his flesh, spraying glowing blue blood out of his body and onto the tackler. The blood fizzled and sparked on the man's face, burning the areas where the blood had landed. The Nord raised his axe again, but this time, Ferrin shot electricity to the end of his arm and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. Ferrin then discharged the electrical blast into the man, pulling back his hand at the last moment. The man flew back from the immense power of the blast, howling in pain. With his injured arm, Ferrin began to heal himself as the man collided with a house. Ferrin rose to his feet, laughing wildly as his arm twisted and turned, flowing with a warm yellow energy that knit his wounds.

"You dare fight me?" Ferrin screamed, readying a blast of fire in his free hand. Surprisingly, the Nord rose to his feet before Ferrin had a chance to fire, and began to snarl. Ferrin watched in horror as the man's body warped and shimmered, slowly turning into a glimmering mass of tentacles. The mass spoke with a slow booming voice.

"Ferrin... You are not meant to be here." the voice boomed, as tentacles reached out to Ferrin.

" Neither are you Hermaeus..." Ferrin replied coldly, shooting electricity at the tentacles.

The tentacles harmlessly absorbed the electricity, redirecting it back at Ferrin. Ferrin threw up a ward to block the electricity. The ward did it's job rather well, protecting Ferrin from the electricity.

Hermaeus replied by reforming his aspect into a Breton. "Remember me?" mocked the voice. Ferrin's face fell immediatel as he saw who Hermaeus had become. It was Nish. 'Nish' then began to cast Lightning Storm, directing it straight at Ferrin.

Ferrin quickly brought up his own Lightning Storm, directing it at Hermaeus. The two lightning spells hit each other, reversing the electrical charge onto the casters. Ferrin, who had anticipated this, directed his current spell into his right hand, and, using his left hand, siphoned the reversing energy to his right hand. Hermaeus simply sprouted a tentacle from his chest and formed a ball of electrity to sap the returning power and feed it to the ball.

"We appear to be at a stand still Hermaeus!" Ferrin shouted, struggling to keep his spell up, as the reversing electricty required a very strong ward.

"I'm thinking of quite the opposite Ferrin..." Hermaeus replied. Ferrin's attention was suddenly drawn to the ball that Hermaeus had fed the electricity into. It was big. Size of a block big. Ferrin eyes shot wide open at the sight of it, and anyone who would have looked into them would've seen deep rooted fear.

"Hermaeus. You kill me, and you'll miss your chance at killing the Nightmare God." Ferrin said, throwing up a multihanded ward and forsaking the attack.

"Oh Ferrin... all that time in Apocrypha must've nullified your senses. Since when could Hermaeus take on the form of other creatures? You know of only one Daedra that can..." 'Nish' cackled.

"You died with the Kraalniik!" Ferrin shouted, channeling all his power into his ward.

"No! I escaped from enslavement!" The Nightmare God replied, releasing the electrical ball before vanishing.

Ferrin knew that staying here would not be wise, as he had mostly powered the incoming ball. Still, he had no time to think of a suitable location for teleportation. In a last ditch effort to save himself, Ferrin fortified his ward with blood Magicka, which caused the ward to engulf him, providing him with what he hoped was suitable protection. The lightning ball hit the ward head on, devastating the city and throwing Ferrin backward. Ferrin's last visions before passing out where of the city, as it was devastated by the large burst of energy.