Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140604150022/@comment-3293219-20140605172631

"I'm sorry Set..." Marcia whispered, folding her arms from a distance as she began to look intimidated, fearing his wrath.

"I... really, really am!" The Nord's eyes whelled up with tears and began to shimmer as she placed her hand on his cheek before looking away and drawing a small potion bottle from her back pocket.

"Marcia?" Set whispered, in confusion as he saw the bottle.

"Wh-What is that?"

"It's... A special salve..." Marcia replied, rather vaguely as she looked inside.

Set looked at her, somewhat horrified at the sight of it.

"What's it do?"

The Nord shook her head, a tear built up in her eye and ran down her cheek and onto her chin.

"I... Don't know..." She whispered, lowering it as she felt that he deserved an explanation.

"It does different things to different people... It's up to Namira to decide."

The Bosmer's eye widenned at the mention of the name, Namira, the daedric prince, those cultists tried to sacrifice him to. His stomach began to burn up in recognition, like it was telling his brain to do anything to avoid being stabbed.

"S-So... You're one of... them?"

Marcia nodded, obviously ashamed of her affiliation to the cult as she hung her head, failing to look him in the eye.

"I was one of them..." She corrected him, her voice was a slight whisper as she failed to look him in the eye. She looked down, into the bottle and swished it around a little.

"When the city was taken, I... didn't know what to do, I was scared, alone and I had no friends or family to support me. I stumbled uppon their ritual site, by accident and they... welcomed me. N-Nobody had ever asked me to join them before, but they welcomed me and accepted me for who I was. I thought that they were just a cult, I just wanted some shelter and food but when they were going to sacrifice you..."

Her hand trembled in recognition, realising what a fool she'd been for not believing that they were such a cult. They weren't... cultist material. They were mostly rich, noblemen, who were bored and like to frolick in the hills. The sacrifices? It was all so sudden... That Altmer was so afraid of the end of the world, which he turned to those dark rituals to appears the daedric prince, hoping to be saved from Telemachus' wrath.

Marcia couldn't handle it, she left the cult that afternoon and returned to save Set and that Redguard...

She was too late for the latter...

"You left 'em... You don't need to do this! Marcia, please, let's just go back to the group..."

"I do need to do this!" Marcia cried out in despair.

"I must or Namira..." The Nord found herself choking on her own words, swallowing hard.

"Or Namira will kill me and take my soul..."

She shook her head and brought the potion to Set's lips, he thrashed, violently to get away from it.

"Please, I... I gotta get back to Julie! P-Please, w-we're gonna get married." The Bosmer panted, giving Marcia a slight smile as he made this even harder for her.

"Look... I don't give a shit, what happens to me but Julie needs me to come home. She deserves to be happy, after everythin' we've been through? Please... Just... Let me go..."

Marcia's eyes glanced at his chest; she stared at it for a few moments before sighing.

"I'm... Sorry... Set..."

Before the Bosmer could protest, Marcia forced the potion down his throat, he drank it and immediately started having convulsions as the potion mixed with his bloodstream, killing his cells.

His teeth began to chatter as he felt his arms ache, his chest going numb as everything faded to black...

