Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-24123288-20140101091115

(G'mornin again! xD I dreamt about Psycho last night! Was weird :P Anyway I have to leave for work in an hour and wont be back til like 5. Gonna be another quiet day in limbo I'm afraid. Sorry!)

Eilonwyns body was refusing to move. No matter how much she wanted to, the muscles in her legs would not respond to her minds begging.

''C'mon damnit! Move! ''

The Dunmer found herself wobbling and the next thing she saw was the ceiling. She lay there, panting, the last of her energy gone, her arms aching from the fight with Xeran, body sore from battling J'dharjo.

She sighed and turned her head to Xeran, knowing she would most likely die or be tortured again.

''Or worse. Be tortured, die, turned into a zombie slave then get tortured again...''

Using the last of her energy, the young Dunmer smiled out of fear at the Old, who was watching her.

"I-I hate figh-fighting m-mages.." Eilonwyn stammered before her world grew dark as her mind gave up and joined her body in refusing to work. She quickly fell unconcious.

Blood fell from the wound in her face. It trickled along the grooves in the stone floors of Fort Farragut.