Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-29559990-20150820232502

Vordel had drifted back off too sleep... or possibly a coma. The headache he had made that a possibilty...

That thar is a dream sequence!

Vordel found himself in a pitch black room, not even able to see his own two hands. His headache had subsided, however. Though, he'd prefer to see...

"Hello?!" He called out, his own voice echoing back to him from the walls that didn't exist. "Denon? Argonian Lady? Vampires, even?"

"Hello, Vordel," A different voice rang out. A raspy yet ear-peircing voice. One Vordel knew all two well. "Welcome home," The voice finished.

"No... No, not this shit!" Vordel hollered back, trying to wake himself up. "We're not doin this shit! Not a-fucking-gain!"

Vordel began to walk away, trying to shake off his emotions. He had no clue to where he was walking, nor did he know if it would do anything. But he had to something.

When he looked back, he saw a single light shining down onto a pedestal. On top of said pedestal was a small basket, large enough to hold...

"How many times are we gonna do this, huh?" He grunted, walking towards the basket. He knew this routine by heart.

"Until I convince you," The voice hissed.

Vordel came up to the basket and peered inside, expecting to see the usual image. But this wasn't like the other times. This time, there was only a small slip of paper in it.

"What the hell is this.." He mumbled, picking up the paper. He unfolded the slip agressively, and saw what appeared to be a drawing of a dead corpse. The corpse appeared to be that of an old, scrawny man with unkept hair and dirty clothes.

The slip of paper burned up in his hands, and the same corpse was now in front of him. He examined it closer, and saw on the neck and arms and legs and stomach...

Teeth Marks.

He stumbled backways, repulsed and horrified. The voice, on the other hand, erupted into a dry cackle. "Dark times are ahead for you, Vordel. And when those times break you, I'll be there to feast upon your shattered mind..."

The last thing he felt was a sword peircing his heart from behind.

Wellup, that thar dream sequence isa leavin

Vordel awoke with a scream, drenched in cold sweat and frantically reaching for his axe. He clutched his chest, feeling the area of sword penetration.

"Fuck..." He squeaked.