Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-24280666-20150204013121

(heres a little opening for y'all)

Deron slunked in his chair, dissapointed in himself. He had failed again.

For hours, he sat there, drinking and eating, before he heard a voice in his head.

''You are but an instrument of my will... ''

"What? Who's that?" Deron said out loud, attracting looks.

''No-one, and everyone... ''

"Alright! Who's the mage? I'll put a damn bullet through your head myself!" Deron shouted, prompting giggles and stares from the other patrons.

"Sir, I think you've had enough for today. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now." the barkeeper said, with a stern look on his face.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Hey! I'm not crazy, ok? I heard this voice. I'm not leaving. I'm not drunk." Deron replied, obviously frustrated by the fact that no one else had heard the voice.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Alright then.  Guards! " the barkeeper shouted, prompting two men to enter the building and grab Deron.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Let me go!" Deron shouted, struggling in the arms of the burly guards.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Ugh... Bosmer. Why did it have to be a Bosmer... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You're coming to the brig now, Elf!" one of the guards shouted, driving the butt-end of his rifle into Deron's back.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Agh!" Deron cried out in pain.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Fine... apparently you need me... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Suddenly, Deron felt very hot. The guards had let go of him, and were screaming. Deron turned to face them and saw they were on fire.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"What?" Deron asked, to no-one in particular. People around him were screaming and shouting, and fleeing the inn.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Ha... good to see I still maintain some power... flee, they are sending men after you. They believe you to be a mage. Run into the woods and head North until you see a shrine I will speak with you again then. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron didn't stop to ask questions. He grabbed a rifle off of the guards and ran out the front door, running for the town gate. Off to his left, he saw five town guards running after him, off to his right ran a dozen or more. Shouting and shooting, he couldn't let them cacth him, he had to make it to the wilderness. He slid underneath a passing cart, and resumed running. To his dismay, he saw the gate was closed.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Adjusting his plan, he slung the rifle over his shoulders and sprang onto the wall, and pulled himself up to the guard tower with his daggers. A guard attempted to stab him, but Deron pushed him over the wall. After hearing a satisfying thud, he quickly grabbed the rope used for pulling up the gate and jumped off the wall with it, descending quickly, but safely, to the ground beneath him. He let go of the rope, shutting the gate and preventing anyone from persuing him. He ran to the wilderness, heading north and not stopping until the city disappeared from view and he felt safe.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Stopping to regain his wind, he looked to his left, and saw a white marbled shrine. There was a hand in the middle, which looked like it was about to snap, surrounded by tall white pillars.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Yes... you have arrived. Sleep now. I will speak with you on the morrow... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron immediately felt drowsy, and slunk to his knees, before falling asleep near one of the pillars.

<p class="MsoNormal">(time skip)

<p style="margin:4.8pt0cm6pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron awoke to the sound of fingers snapping. He rose slowly to his feet, stumbling as he remembered how to rise. He looked around, his head still groggy from the sleep, and noticed the marbled hand was now in an open palm position. Odder still, the pillars around the statue seemed to have transformed into a moat-like basin, with a slightly glowing blue water flowing in it.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">You awoke on my command... Good... Just like you walk, breathe, talk and live on my command. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I've had enough of you!" Deron shouted, his voice ringing through the night sky.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">I care little for your emotions. The water you see before you, it is my blooc water. You will put the rock to your left in these waters, and wait. That is all... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Fine." Deron reluctantly picked up the rock and walked over to the waters. He looked at the glowing waters carefully, before dipping his hand which held the rock into the water. Pain shot straight up his left arm, searing it to the bone.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">" Aghhhhhhhhhh  ! " Deron screamed, pulling his hand out immediately, dropping the rock in the waters. The hand that had been submerged glowed blue, and he involuntarily began shooting lightning out of the tips of his fingers.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Did I mention the water is pure Magicka? No? Oops, must've forgotten that bit. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">" Gaaaaaah! " Deron collapsed to the ground, curling his hand and internalizing the lightning blasts. Searing jolts of pain shot through his body, and Deron passed out.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">When he awoke, his entire right hand was charred black, and he felt completely defeated. He was too weak to rise.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Oh come on! Never used a spell before? ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"N-no." Deron said, too weak to make a comeback.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Such a shame. The rock is ready. Get it. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"D-do you r-really th-think I-I'm in, in any st-state t-to do tha-  Gaaaah! " Deron writhed in agony as he felt the lightning running through him again, making him rise.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">As I said, I care little for your emotions. Rise. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Gods! Ok! I will, damnit." Deron attempted to ignore the pain in his legs as he grabbed hold of the exterior of the basin,  using it to pull himself up.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Good. Now, think of the rock. Call it to you. Bend the air to your will. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron obeyed. He shut his eyes as he thought of the rock rising out of the basin, thought of the curved edges and the colour, thought of how smooth it felt in his hands.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Very good! Open your eyes... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron opened his eyes, and hovering in front of him was the stone. Except, the stone was slightly different this time around. On the surface of the rock, two letters of the Daedric alphabet were imprinted, and the rock glowed blue.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Now, ask the stone to heal you. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron imagined his body being healed, his charred black hand slowly turning back to normal, his pained muscles relaxing and healing. He heard buzzes and clicks, and when he opened his eyes, the stone was swirling around him, and what he had imagined had become reality. His hand had returned to normal, and he felt able to rise.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"This... This is amazing!" Deron said, astounded and stupefied.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">This is just a fraction of my power... You will sleep now, and awake when the time is ripe for my plans to come to fruition... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron felt completely worn out, sinking to his knees, and falling asleep, his head resting on the edge of the moat-like basin.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:4.8pt0cm6pt;line-height:16.5pt;">(Time skip numero 2)

<p style="margin:4.8pt0cm6pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron awoke, his head sore from the awkward resting position he had rested in.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">That stone, it has existed before... In another time, to another mer. Thanks to you, my power grows, and I find myself able to exert my will over stronger men and mer. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Great?" Deron replied, wiping drool off of his tunic.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Indeed it is... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I still don't get why you picked me. I mean, it's not like I'm some great General or Mage like you, so why pick me? I'm just a poor Bosmer, drinking and whoring what's left of my coin away. I'm a nothing." Deron said, looking at the shrine, as if to see the being there.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">In that lies the beauty of my plan. You, as you say, are a nothing. Yet, you managed to evade a town full of guards, and bring a banished being back to some aspect of power, at least enough to bring an image of me to this world. Go to the basin, and stare into the waters... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron obeyed, walking over to the fountain. As he peered into the basin-like moat, he saw an Altmer face looking back at him, shimmering in the water.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">You see, I am no more Daedric than you. I reside in Apocrypha, but I am of Nirn. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"So, you're mortal?" Deron asked, his eyes full of wonder.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Yes and no. I was mortal, once, but I learned how to make myself immortal by dabbling with vampirism. Here, there is something I must give you. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Inside the basin, the figure turned, his back to Deron. Deron waited for a minute before the figure sharply turned again, and faced Deron once more.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">You have served me well. I wish for you to have this. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Suddenly, out of the water, rose the arm of the figure. As the arm rose, thunderous lightning began to crack and shriek across the sky above.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">I was not meant to ever return. You have given me enough power to enter Nirn on some physical level. ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The hand continued to rise, and Deron was pretty sure it was shaking in pain. The thunder crackled restlessly above.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Gahh..." the figure groaned, speaking outiside of Deron's head.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The hand grasped the edge of the basin, pulling himself up, grunting in pain and anguish as he did. Both of the figure's arms were on the edge of the basin by now, as Deron stepped back in fear.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Gods!" Deron shrieked, as the sky above turned into a red haze, and the wind picked up, staggering Deron.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Suddenly, Deron heard someone shouting from behind him. He barely had time to turn before the shouting man collided with him, knocking him and the emerging figure into the water.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">" GAAAHHH! " Deron shouted as he sank into the waters, his entire body searing in pain and anguish.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Back again. Please tell me you have the stone on you? ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deron was silent, his body shaking violently in pain, knocking him unconscious.

<p style="margin:0cm0cm0.0001pt;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border:1ptnonewindowtext;padding:0cm;">Oh well. Let's hope that stone arrives here in one piece... ''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">

<p class="MsoNormal">(feel free to add yourselves in anywhere, even as the man who charged)