Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-29559990-20151203214816

As Vordel sat and meditated, he found himself digging through memories. Hunting trips with Denon and Kaz. Bandits raids with Kazrris. And times when he... when he lost control.

Oddly, he felt nothing as he saw those images. Seeing himself as a bloodthirsty monster, trucking through the snow after a family as they screamed in terror, brought no emotion. No grief or sorrow. The Dunmer knew they were images of the past. And this wasn't his work. This was Dalacon's work.

He looked though the monsters eyes, through all the times he was staring down Denon or Kaz or Zaydate. Again, there wasn't a hint of fear to be felt. He harmed none of them. He went out of that form before he did anything. He wasn't afraid.

The Dunmer was then in a dark place. Unfamiliar to him. It was, just a dark room. No light, No sounds. Just an empty Darkness. It illuminated soon enough, however. And there was another figure. The other inhabitant of the body.

The Lotnekov took monsterous steps foward, it's breath echoing around like the roars of a dragon. Vordel did not waiver as the thing came closer. He stood stone-faced. Ready for it.

The creature stopped in front of him. The 4 eyed demon stared intensely at the two eyed demon, their faces now but inches apart. Vordel could smell the putrid breath of the being, but he didn't move. He stared back into the monsters eyes with his own rage.

"I'm not afraid of you," He said, and the creature growled in response, and raised it's hand to strike, but Vordel was too quick on the draw. An axe ripped through the creatures arm and sent it to the ground with a nast thud.

The creature stumbled back and shrieked in pain, kneeling down and reaching for the arm that was no long there. Vordel, meanwhile, had put his axe on the creatures cranium. One move, and the monster was dead.

"You don't control me," Vordel growled. The creature's response was just the sound of it's breath.

"I'm in control..." Vordel said. "I'm in control...."

The room faded, and Vordel found himself back in the snow. However, he was staring through the eyes of the monster. He counted 1, 2, 3, 4 eyes on his head, and looked down at his arms. Now the shape of claws. He ran his tounge over the edges of his teeth, which had sharpened into jagged structures.

He stood, taking a few steps. He stumbled as he was not use to the weight, but he found his balance. He took a solid step. Then another. Then another...

"I'm in control."