Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-5583506-20141115014757

(Alright, to quote the Joker: "And here... we... GO!)

Two years had gone by since the old woman and her young apprentice had arrived in Ekendal. Not a day had gone by without Aldoran thinking about whether or not the old woman had actually told the truth about her being a herbologist.

That young woman... Myling... seemed a little bit off as well. There was something about her he simply couldn't put his finger that just didn't seem... normal... Just about a year ago there had been an accident in which some of the local children had had an archery contest. One of the arrows had ended up piercing right through the chest of Riamide's assistant, but not a single wound could be found on her. Riamide had said that thanks to her alchemical skills she had been able to quickly conjure up a healing potion, but Aldoran was no fool. He knew they were hiding something...

"Do you trust them, Starkad?" he asked the burly Nord.

"Trust whom?" grumbled the smith and started to swing away at the anvil again.

"Riamide and Myling?"

Starkad shrugged. "What's all this then, boy? They have been respected members of this little community for two years now. They have never cause us any fuss whatsoever. What makes you think that they are up to something all of a sudden."

"I just... think."

"Well, stop think and get back to work, lad", muttered the smith. "You are my full-fledged partner now. Better start acting like it. Besides, no girl would want to hang out with a man who can't even swing hammer two times in a row before taking a break."

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"Two years!" exclaimed Myling and started to walk around in circles. "We have been here for two years! What exactly have we achieved, Riamide? Nothing!"

"Calm down, child", sighed the Daedric Prince. "Are you worried that you will grow old? Because you won't, so stop lamenting about time. It won't have any effect on us. However, I must admit that I never figured that we would stay here for so long as we have."

"Then why are we?! The Umbramancer is still out there! And we are here! We haven't moved from our spot for over two years! It wouldn't surprise me the least if the Umbramancer suddenly were to pop out from thin air and suck the life out of me already."

Riamides gaze darkened. "Patience. I still have our protective wards set up all around the village. The Umbramancer won't come in here without me noticing. As to the progress about our little work I dare to say that I may have found out where there is a book about the nature of the ghost oak."

Myling rubbed her forehead. "Where?"

"In Riften. It is in private posssession, however. This must sound risky, but you need to go there and fetch that book. I can't risk leaving all our work here. Not while we are so close to saving your life... uhm, unlife..."

Myling lowered her eyebrows. "Riften. I... I don't want to go there..."

"Why not?" When Riamide noticed Myling's anxious expression she nodded in understanding. "It's because of Rowan, isn't it?"

Myling nodded. "Yes... Yes, it is...."

"Poor child", said the Daedric Prince. "Such is your way of life, though. But remember though that your love for Rowan only comes from the loss of memories about Vilgot. It isn't really love, just the illusion of it."

"I know", sighed the spirit. "But I can't help it. I guess that the only way for me to let go of Rowan is to regain my life and my memories. To be complete again."

Riamide smiled. "And that's why you need to go to Riften. Only there lies the answer of how we can defeat this demonic being once and for all..."