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Meanwhile…

“Alvarindn… Alvarindn” spoke a loud ominous voice.

“Awake!”

Five or so minutes before the voice spoke…

Alvarindn lay upon a low standing stone table, its legs were small and stubby and its surface was wide and long, the dunmer’s back was rather cold, due to the temperature of the stone, however this didn’t really affect him for his eyes were closed and his state unconscious. Two Forsworn were in the room with the Dunmer, one held a rusted scalpel and the other withdrew a small chisel, to which it was stained with much blood. The two Forsworn talked to one another, whilst looking at the Dunmer who was upon the stone surface.

“Let’s gut it already, can’t wait to see the blood oozin’ from his flesh!” One of the Forsworn said in a hurry as he wiped his scalpel with a cloth.

“Patience, the boss won’t want us skewerin’ him when he’s not ‘ere. He said he wanted to witness this dissection!” The other Forsworn responded.

“But I have to start now, I’m cravin’ that elven blood…” the forsworn then turned to his companion and quietly spat”… just one slice, won’t do any harm and the boss wouldn’t even know!’

The forsworn then turned preparing his scalpel with a lick of his lips, but before he could move towards his prey, he was grabbed.

“NO, yer dam cretin, stay away, the boss will want a fresh dissection and a subject who hasn’t been slashed at, I won’t have you slicing at it!”

The forsworn with the chisel yelled.

“Gat of me!” The forsworn replied as he shoved the other back. “You don’t tell me what to do!” He then proceeded towards Alvarindn holding his scalpel up high, ready to stab into the elf’s flesh, but he was stopped as he felt a sudden smash around his head as a chisel smashed against his ear knocking the forsworn to the ground. He immediately got back to his feet rubbing his ear as he grabbed his companions arm forcing it up, he then thrust his scalpel upwards into the other forsworn’s neck and with a grit of the teeth he sliced across the neck sending blood onto the floor below.

Chucking the bleeding forsworn to the ground the maddened Breton/nord, breord, stood over him triumphantly. “I’ll just get your blood then!” The forsworn then lunged his scalpel into his chum’s chest as he started to stab and repeat…

Alvarindn gently rolled and turned as he heard the voice within his head. He awoke to a foul smell of death and a sight of blood as he turned to see one Forsworn covered in blood and the remains of another on the floor. Alvarindn’s eye’s glittered as the blooded forsworn turned to see the awakening elf.

“YOU, your blood is mine!”

As the Forsworn stood up, blood still dripping from his face as he scavenged the last few pieces of flesh from his once brethren, he raced towards Alvarindn prepping his scalpel, however he was blasted back to once he came as Alvarindn released a powerful blast of light into the forsworns chest creating a hole within him.

Alvarindn then lifted his hood up, putting it over his head before then heading into the place he had been held. Light radiated from the elves hood as darkness shrouded him, his hands were lit and he was ready. It appeared to be late evening, for forsworn were in the cave asleep and as the mer made his way through the cave he killed every forsworn he saw. Screams and blasts echoed throughout the cave, flashes of light appeared at its entrance as the mer massacred the forsworn tribe within. And not before too long Alvarindn submerged from the caves entrance, his hands were glowing, outstretched and open. His face was singed and his eyes bright, his hood still remained up. The Mer wandered away from the cave, now full of rage and light.