Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20150524231736/@comment-18750685-20150721232339

The fall left Saren unconscious. While magical, the ward was seldom comfortable; everyone could testify in favour of that. Hammers pounded upon his skull, sight fading, darkness consuming...

''Saren inhaled deeply. There was a nib in the air, along with the all-too familiar stench of horse shit. He rendered unto whomever the young courier may have been and stroke his hands with one another, exhaling loudly.''

''Skyrim. Cold as an old woman's kiss, but ripe for adventure... and corpses.''

''Valrin Sero. Two stolen names made one. He knew no one could recognise either. Perhaps Rikke or Tullius would, but the latter had been sent north to quell an uprising and the former, his memory could not say.''

''"THIEF OF HEARTS !" Belowed an oddly familiar, deep and menacing voice. The aging Dunmer spun and saw naught but darkness. For a moment, the warrior thought he had entered the Void of Sithis. His armour had been stripped from him, leaving him naked as the day he was born. "What... is happening ?" The elf wondered as an indomitable cold twisted his spine, running chills and worries into his spirit. Souls began appearing, standing and cursing him betrayer and deceiver. ''

''"Who... who's there ?" He asked. One specter struck him sharply with a passionate back hand. The grizzled Redoran Guard was befallen, gasping for air and confused. "YOU ABANDONNED US !" Growled another haunting husk. Name-Thief, they labeled him with a thousand curses. He arose, legs numbing and heart racing.''

''"I... tried to save you...." He whelped, apologetic and deplorable. "YOU CAN'T SAVE ANYONE !" Was the sole response. One ghost, grinning red into the night, shuffled towards him. One arm was missing and its face, one comely, had been burnt into an abominable souvenir of the horrors of war. "YOU MADE MURDERERS OF US ALL !" The specter accused as it dissolved into blood-covered snow before his eyes.''

''"You left no choice...." He protested, helpess. Rain watered his eyes, descending upon his eyes, burning like drops of laval. "THERE WAS ALWAYS A CHOICE !" Roared a presumably male wraith, riddled with arrows. He wore Thalmor robes, but bonemold for armour. An eye with two irises shaped itself on its head, which exploded into many tentacles shaped into maimed corpses and whailing, dying children.''

''"This... isn't my fault...." The elf sobbed, the darkness slowly consuming him. He felt himself falling down an empty chasm, running naked. None of the ghosts seemed to notice. "DO YOU FEEL LIKE A HERO, YET ?!"''.