Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141208220620/@comment-3293219-20141215002129

(Yeah, I while ago.)

The Dunmer sighed, knowing that it would eventually have come to this, he wrapped his fingers around her head, gently placing his thumbs against her forehead as he closed his eyes.

Maybe... Maybe it'll be better when I wake up... He then paused, to laugh a little as a tear built up in his eye.

If I wake up...



The Dunmer gasped as he felt the spell fall over him and his head was forced back, his brain was slowly invaded by the spell, thoughts feelings, ideas, memories and the fiery rage that fiercely burned in his soul. His whole body was slowly taken by it as it washed through him and he began to find himself at peace...

It was like he had imagined Death to be, everything being taken away and replaced with something wonderful. The apparition's blessing seemed to have saved Nadira from death but the failed scroll had kept her mind locked away, by a seal that could only be broken by a powerful mage or withered away over time.

The Dunmer's eyes drooped as Azarath completely lost consciousness, leaving the world behind as Jorthar continued to absorb the spell, inflicting it on Azarath's psyche. The Dunmer shifted and spasmed before eventually keeling over, leaving Nadira in a regular sleep, just waiting to be woken up.

