Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150906191937/@comment-29559990-20150906225720

Vordel sat alone in his slice of the inn, contemplating the events that had happened in that damnable crypt.

Denon was gone. His last friend had gone down helpless, by an ice spike to his heart. He couldn't even bury his friend, now. He was just ashes in the breeze. Gone forever. Nothing to remember him by. And worst yet, he was forced to watch his one last friend meet his end, unable to do anything about it. Not a damn thing.

Now, once again, he was alone. Alone in the darkness of some rundown inn. Alone with his tortured thoughts. Alone with the scars that cut deep into his flesh. Alone, with only a dinged up set of armor and stupid axe.

Vordel looked up to the door, only to come face to face with the image he had seen in Rivenspire; the twisted face of a green-eyed breton decked in lavish red robes with cult-like insignias on it. Only this time, there was not a waterfall of blood coming from his jaw, and Vordel didn’t swing. He was startled, but he didn’t swing.

“Greetings, Vordel,” The Breton spoke, glancing over at the empty bunk that would usually be held by his bosmer companion. “Lose something, did we?”

This forced Vordel to swing his balled-up fist at the mirage, only to have him disappear and reappear at the door.

“Must you respond to everything with violence?” He grinned, echoing Denon’s words.

“Fuck off,” Vordel boomed. “I’m not in the mood for your games.”

“Obviously. But, really Vordel, has your mood ever affected whether I toy with you or not?” The Breton said, pacing the floors of the inn room.

“What the fuck do you want?” Vordel snarled.

“I wanted to have a simple chat, Vordel,” The man insisted.

“There’s nothin’ to discuss,” Vordel growled. “I hate you. You’re bent on making me go crazy. You fail to do that. You run off. There. Time saved. Now get the fuck outta here.”

The old man shook his head and began to pace the floors of the inn. “Vordel, I’ve never been trying to drive you to the brink of insanity! I simply want to help.”

“You can help by going the fuck away.”

“No no, Vordel! You see, I understand your feelings of loneliness. Trust me, I know the feeling of being an outcast within the group. But, I can help you with this.”

Vordel curled his lips, knowing exactly where he was taking this. “I’m not doing it,”

“Oh, but come now, Vordel! Your rejections are only hurting you! Think about what you would receive! You would be accepted into a society that would understand you! A society that would help you! A society that would love you!” The Breton pleaded.

“You’re society is a buncha fuckin creeps,” Vordel snarled at the spectre. “And besides, if you haven’t fucking noticed, Denon’s gone! So even if I did follow you, we couldn’t get anywhere!”

“On the contrary, Vordel! Denon was but one morsel! There are more to redeem yourself with!” The Breton pointed at the door. “There’s a whole gourmet out there…”

“Go the fuck away!” Vordel hollered.

“Fine, fine!” The spectre said, disappearing. “Remember my offer, Vordel,” he grinned. Before he fully disappeared, he sent a shiver down his spine with his last words.

“Namira’s waiting…”