Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151103182611/@comment-29559990-20151105233026

Kazrris stirred in his bed, but he awoke to the sight of a fire burning in his fireplace and a wide assortment of weapons strung from the top of the wall. This was his bedroom from the mansion.

He sat up quickly, carefully glancing around the room and trying to figure out how he got back here. His bedroom door was swung open, and a trail of blood led out of it...

"N-Niss?" He called out. He grabbed a knife off the nightstand and carefully shuffled out of the doorway. He poked his head around the corner, but his eyes only found a darkness that seemingly led to nowhere. However, the blood continued down that way.

''N-Niss!" He called out once more. "Vordel? Tal? Someone?"

His reply came in the form of a long and drawn out scream that made every inch of hair on his body stand up. After that, came the maniacle and cold-blooded laugh that lashed out against his eardrums. The scream, he recognized as Nissa. And the laugh....

"No.... No no no!" He spat, stumbling down into the darkness with no form of vision what so ever. Behind him, the mansion hallway faded into obscurity.

For what felt like an eternity, he kept running. His boots made loud thuds against the unseen wood panneling as he did, but it soon swiched over to the ominous sound of leather footwear colliding with moist rock floor. Still, he pressed on, and he would continue to do so until he saw the literal light at the end of the tunnel.

Through the opening, he sprung, where he was greeted by the most horrid of sites. For there, was all of his comrades, strung up against a massive cave wall by rusted chains that dug into their limbs. The torch scronches were able to highlight their fate; blood seeped down the front of their armors, with two arcing lines carved into each sides of their jaw. Their eyes had rolled into the back of their heads, and they were motionless....

Kaz cupped his hands over his mouth to stifle a shriek of terror, and he attempted to run back to fetch some form of help. However, he instead came face to face with the sharp end of a dagger. Wrapped around it's hilt were wrinkled digits that belonged to an aging dark elf with a wicked glint in his eyes and an unnerving smile spead across his face.

"Miss me?" Goriyn cackled, before the old Dark Elf plunged the cold ebony into Kaz's neck.

In reality, Kaz's eyes had fluttered open. He could not even scream or sit up, for the terror had paralyzed him. His spot on the bed was drenched in sweat, and the Khajiit was shaking.

Nissa was still curled up next to him, so that was a good sign. He sat up slowly, and looked around. This was still the inn in Winterhold. A good sign, too.

And no homicidal maniac Dark Elf anywhere near me...

He looked down to Nissa.

No male homicidal maniac Dark Elf anywhere near me...

With that, Kaz curled back up and attempted to fall back to sleep, but that was a hard task. He was kept awake by that laugh echoing throughout his head.