Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-32663439-20141114085014

Vorwith looked at Illyana. "Hmph. It doesn't matter anyway. You won't remember any of this anyway." The neck chain tightened again. Vorwith stepped forward and put her soul necklace on her. "We want to purge any unwanted memories from this, too." He stepped off of the sign and went behind a pedestal. On the pedestal was a black book (not a Black Book of Herma-Mora, just a book that is black). He flipped through it a bit. He came to near the end of the book. He looked at Illyana and said,

"Bedt-Yahkem Tayem-Hekem-Ekem Peyem-Oht-Web-Ekem-Roht Oht-Hefhed Tayem-Hekem-Ekem Doht-Ayem-Ekem-Doht-Roht-Iya-Cess Peyem-Roht-Iya-Cess-Ekem-Seht, Iya Bedt-Ayem-Neht-Iya-Seht-Hekem Tayem-Hekem-Ekem-Seht-Ekem Meht-Ekem-Meht-Oht-Roht-Iya-Ekem-Seht Tayem-Oht Tayem-Hekem-Ekem Oht-Yoodt-Tayem-Ekem-Roht Roht-Ekem-Ayem-Lyr-Meht-Seht!"

Tendrils of dark magic swarmed into Illyana's mind, tearing it apart, grsping for those memories locked away. The pain must have been excruciating for Illyana, but Vorwith didn't care. He tore days and weeks worth of memories. Here was where the fun began. He fabricated new, false memories. He made Illyana think that she had been caught by a strong Imperial battlemage in Cyrodiil, but she escaped. Vorwith made her think that he had the amulet, and had caught her. He made her believe she had killed him in a duel. And had crawled back to the Falkreath area. He then made her pass out, and had her transported near Falkreath. She would wake up soon with the new memories, and a splitting headache.