Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-5583506-20150928000232

He dreamed... As he shut his eyelids he saw a flicker of light. He saw entire worlds colliding within his mind and he saw wondrous things shifting and twisting; adapting and evolving into new shapes and forms; the foundation of an entire realm beyond physical existence and comprehension. But his powers meant nothing to him. Not while he was alone. And he was completely alone. Alone in the creation of a new entire universe within his own mind, and only for as long as he kept that dream inside his head it would not die, but thrive and eventually grow out of proportions of his original construct. But what meaning did his world have if he alone was there to rule as the broken king of fragments? A ruler of a desolate realm... A fool king... A mad king...

He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to share his creation. Ever since the day he was spawned, ever since he came into existence from that dark womb of Vaermina, he had been having dreams about her. He couldn't tell whether or not they had been visions of things to come, or whether it had just been fabrications of his own fragile mind; but there he had seen her. She had black hair just like him, skin pale as quartz, and a pair of eyes shimmering like ominous crystals. Ever since the first time he had been having that dream about her, he knew that he needed her. He wanted her. He would make her his queen. The mother of his descendants. The queen of his created realm. The queen of them all...

The woman in his dream hadn't existed all those years ago when he first had the dream. Thus he had to make her inside his own mind. Countless of times, over and over. But it was never enough. The body was there... but it was bereft of her soul, her essence... Her very persona... The thing that he had loved about her the first time he had seen her. His beloved half-sister. The daughter of Vaermina. It was the acknowledgement of the fact that she did not exist, that had been the final blow to his already broken state of mind.

But suddenly... on a fateful day several years ago, he had felt his heart skip a beat. He had felt it rupture within his chest... and he knew... He knew that she had finally come into existence... for real this time... but not by his making. No... By his mother's making. Vaermina had given birth to yet another child in the mortal realm. By that moment he knew that she was real. She hadn't just been a hopeless dream he had had so many years ago. She was for real! He had prayed to his mother day and night ever since. Thanking her for finally blessing him with the existence of a little sister. His future queen... and the future queen of the world...

By mere chance whilst he had been dreaming in Windhelm he had gazed over the city and catched a glimpse of someone within his own visions. And there she had been. Her powers were just as strong as his own, thus they allowed her to break through the walls that separated reality and dreams, and enter his mind. Even though it had probably happened by pure luck, he couldn't shake the feeling that it had indeed been fate. Vaermina was slowly but surely guiding her into his waiting embrace.

''My beloved queen... Beautiful sister...''

He slowly opened his eyes. He had dreamt enough for the day. He already knew where she was located. He had observed her from afar for several days and decided not to make such a hasty encounter as he had back in Windhelm. She didn't know him, but she was soon about to know him.

He glanced over at the corpse of the half-eaten Redguard at the back of the abandoned storage. He really did need to eat something before he would finally set off to meet up with his awaiting bride face-to-face. Dreaming made him hungry after all... He let his teeth sink into the belly of the man, grinding them through the ropy tissue of his skin and flesh, eventually rupturing it. Blood and entrails gushed forth and spilled over his hands. It was still warm and tickled. Scab, the lowlife Imperial had once again done a fine job by abducting people that wouldn't be missed. But he got the feeling that Imperial was getting far too suspicious with his activities. Far too many times had he asked: "What do you do to them?" Whereupon he simply had to answer the Imperial with: "You aren't paid enough to know that answer." Their beneficial relationship seemed to suit Scab just perfectly. The lowlife had after all plenty of gold to spend on wine, whores and whatever pleasures such a sleazy little man could possibly be interested in. He would probably have to dispose of Scab in the same orderly fashion as he had done with his previous meals.

Gnaw on their flesh, spit out the bones...

Blood poured down from his lips as he started to grind the man's pancreas between his teeth. Juices and various body fluids squirted out over his chin as he gulped down the fleshy contents, before feasting upon the next bite.

As soon as he had found his bride, his queen, he would begin his great work... The creation of an entire realm would open up before the people of Tamriel. A realm that would spread from minds of the king and the queen of dreams and nightmares, and in which all were invited.

There could be no arguments...