Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-24685738-20150211125137

Anna’s head seemed to pound as she lay… wherever she was. She didn’t care, and it hurt too much for her to open her eyes… Let alone move.

She wondered if she was dead.

Did Sovngarde hurt this much?

Did ‘’’dying’’’ hurt this much?

Would she even make it to Sovngarde? For that matter, was she even human? No one else seemed to have her little… problem.

No one else was as smart as her…

But, no one else was dying.

Would she do a trade-off? Anna wondered if she would really rather be as slow as everyone around her instead of just dying in her twenties.

She was shocked out of her thoughts by a series of clicks and strange, raspy words from somewhere above her.

Her eyes snapped open… Only to see a small goblin-thing staring down at her. It clicked. She simply stared.

Then, she screamed and shot up… Only to notice all the other goblin-things around her. Surrounding her. So many little spears…

Anna searched for a word for them in her mind. She remembered back to her studies in the College, all the cultures and creatures of Tamriel…

Riekling.

They were Rieklings.

What did they want with her, though? Were they going to eat Anna? No, of course not. The Rieklings weren’t like that…

Were they?

Another one muttered something in their strange language, and suddenly Anna was moving. She was being carried. Somewhere…

Where was she?

She looked around, expecting to see open sky, or something, but she only saw cave walls. How did she get down there?

The Barrow.

Claire.

Valkyrie.

Arthur.

Caius.

Jack.

Were they looking for her? Were they worried? Were they captured, too? Anna knew the answer to none of these questions. She hoped that, if they were free, they would be looking for her… But… The only one that Anna actually thought would care would be Valkyrie.

Caius, Claire, Arthur, and Jack were all too… driven.

They didn’t really care if any of the others were taken out of the race.

Though, wouldn’t they need her, eventually? She had a mask…

Right?

She reached down and patted her pockets, to see if she even still had it. Terrified of what was to come, Anna realized that… it wasn’t there.

Had one of them knocked her out and stolen her mask? She wouldn’t put it past Claire or Jack, to be honest.

Just then, she was hoisted up… Into a large hall.

She nearly screamed at the old, wizened Riekling on the throne as it palmed her mask. It seemed to be calling to her… She wanted it back!

She lunged forward, ripping the mask from the old creature. Anna cradled it, anxiously, as the Rieklings shifted, uncomfortably.

Then, the Riekling spoke. “She does have it.”

Anna frowned, but waited for him to continue.

“She has the disease.”

“Obviously.” Anna said, dryly. She wondered how the Riekling knew Common, but the more pressing matter was how he knew what was going on with her.

The Rielling watched her, for a moment. He yelled something, in Riekling, and the other members of his race grabbed her. She was dragged away.

“I’ve seen all I need to see.” The Old Riekling said, coldly. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Anna just stared at him, tears building up in her eyes…

Within a few hours, Anna was back in Raven Rock, looking for her friends.

‘Friends.’

She then saw that their boat was gone… She curled up and began to sob, once more.