Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140316151420/@comment-3293219-20140321221842

(I couldn't resist, I love dream sequences! :D)

Set awoke at the base of a tree stump, he squinted and blinked, furiously, as he looked around and wondered how he got there as he didn’t remember falling asleep here…

In fact, he didn’t remember falling asleep full stop.

He felt terrible, so something bad must have happened… Was he hung over? Or did he just have the shit kicked out of him?

He looked around for clues as he appeared to be at the center of some sort of camp, it looked like it had been wrecked by bandits or the Legion or something…

There was no sign that any drinking had gone down as there were no bottles and nobody appeared to be manning the camp anymore. So something bad must have gone down here…

A battle?

War?

Set felt the temperature of the left side of his face increasing rapidly, he grunted as it soon grew incredibly painful, like really bad sunburn. He tried to reach up and touch it, it was a knee jerk reaction to try and stem the pain with his fingers, which apparently healed to the touch.

However, he quickly found that he was restrained, ropes were wrapped around his waist and his arms were pressed to his sides. The restriction caused his shirt to move and it dragged over his sore spot, even though his shirt was soft cotton, it felt like someone had just dragged their fingernails through it.

The Bosmer tried to recall what had happened, it took a lot of effort as his memory was still fuzzy and he glanced around for more clues.

Tents… Trashed…

Fire pit… doused…

Doused?

He winced and looked away as he remembered the scalding that he endured the night before. A shadow was suddenly cast over the wood elf; he looked up to see that one of the robed cultists was looking down on him.

They stared at each other for several seconds, the cultist read Set like a book but The Bosmer struggled to return the scan as his opponent was hooded and his face was obscured.

After tormenting his prisoner long enough, the cultist drew his hood back, revealing a familiar face, a Redguard face that Set knew well…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah… You’re awake…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why didn’t you just kill me?” The Bosmer rasped, remembering the mass slaughter, which had gone on at the camp, the night before.

<p class="MsoNormal">The cultists smirked and leaned forward, “Where’s the fun in that?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set groaned and looked away; it took a great deal of effort to do so.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I would have killed you…” He strained.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Awww, how sweet…” The cultist mocked, doubting that the Bosmer would even offer him that, given the chance.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Bring them forward!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set opened his eyes and looked up, wondering who he could be talking about…

<p class="MsoNormal">Unless he meant…

<p class="MsoNormal">Julie, Larrius, Soir, Telemachus, Xavier, Fang and Fia were all brought out in chains and forced to their knees, in front of him. He gasped and stammered at the sight of them as the cultist took his place by their side, drawing Larrius’ Imperial sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ladies, Gentlemen…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He glanced up with a look of disgust as he gestured to…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Set…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He paced back and too as if he was giving a speech to his troops.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You are here today, because of the unfortunate choices of one man, a man who has never cared for anything but himself, who has no desires but to fuel his own psychotic lust for violence and destruction.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set was too weak to respond in any meaningful way, he was too broken, physically and mentally…

<p class="MsoNormal">“And so, you all must pay the price for his actions…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He spun around and drove the sword through Soir’s neck, hacking away as it was eventually removed from his shoulders and rolled off onto the ground. Set winced and looked away as the blood splattered onto his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">B-Bastard…

<p class="MsoNormal">“When you die, know that you die as penance for the sins of somebody, who has no care for you, no care of the consequences of his actions, no matter who they hurt!”

<p class="MsoNormal">N-Not… True…

<p class="MsoNormal">He spun around again and chose Xavier as his next victim, again, hacking through his neck until his head had been severed and dropped to the floor, it rolled away and stopped in front of Julie, who grimaced and looked away.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t be made at me!” Their executioner ordered, sounding desperate to convince them in their made state. “Without him in your lives, you wouldn’t have ever met me…

<p class="MsoNormal">I would have been a stranger on the street, on the road, someone you wouldn’t even register…”

<p class="MsoNormal">L-Lies… Always… Bastard…

<p class="MsoNormal">His third victim was Telemachus, whose head was removed with a single swing. The blade cut through his neck, at lightning speed and sent it whirling to the ground. It rolled away, behind the group, as his body keeled over.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He has yet to learn to take responsibility and I am showing him the way!” He snapped, growing angrier as he grabbed Larrius and threw him forward, prompting the others to keel over as well as they were dragged along, by the chains on their wrists.

<p class="MsoNormal">He raised Larrius’ Legendary imperial sword and swung it, it cut through his neck but got stuck half way, the Imperial gargled and choked on his own blood, too shocked to react in any sentient way. He stared, straight at Set, a look of fear and confusion in his eyes as the shock stopped him from seeing things clearly and thinking, all he could do was stare and gargle blood and add more to Set’s guilt before the Redguard put him out of his misery, with a second swing.

<p class="MsoNormal">As Scinia’s head hit the floor, there were only three victims left…

<p class="MsoNormal">He took his place by Fang’s side as one of the other cultists put their back on his boot and pushed him onto the ground, with his boot. He was bent over, like he was at the chopping block as the Redguard raised his sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">Fang said nothing, he gave Set a look that he didn’t expect, it hurt far more than anything that the Bosmer could have expected.

<p class="MsoNormal">It wasn’t anger, hatred or even fear…

<p class="MsoNormal">It was a look of disappointment…

<p class="MsoNormal">Before Set could react, the sword was driven through the Khajit’s head, killing him instantly, keeping that look, fixed on his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“P-Please…

<p class="MsoNormal">N-No more…” Set begged, a tear rolled down his face as mixed with the burn on his face, causing it to hurt again as the salt mixed in with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">He could barely stomach watching the men that he knew die but…

<p class="MsoNormal">Not her…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Redguard looked at him, he showed pity but no sympathy and he huffed before pushing Julie onto her back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set watched as he raised the sword above his head and drove the point down, into her stomach, causing her to cry out in pain. He held it in for several seconds as she groaned, tears of pain and regret rolling down her face before withdrawing it again. He paced around her, watching her cough and groan as her body began to die; he grew more bitter as he watched her pathetic struggle. Was she still trying to cling to life? Even after a mortal wound like that?

<p class="MsoNormal">Pfft…

<p class="MsoNormal">He raised his sword and gave her a brief second to look up as the shadow hit her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp as he drove it through her forehead.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set pulled away, even though it hurt him greatly to do so, it would have hurt even more to watch. He closed his eyes and refrained from opening them, until he knew that it was finally over.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Last one…”

<p class="MsoNormal">N-No…

<p class="MsoNormal">“The seventh deadly sin…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“P-Please…

<p class="MsoNormal">K-Kill me instead!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Redguard turned to him with a dark smile, shrugging at his plea as his look of pity returned.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I plan to but you need to learn your lesson first.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“W-What’s the point in learning something, if you’re going to kill me anyway?” Set grew quiet as it took a lot of effort to speak; his voice grew raspier as he grew weaker.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Redguard ignored his sensible question as he didn’t seem to care; he just wanted Set to suffer.

<p class="MsoNormal">He decided that this one should be up close and personal, he grabbed Fia by the collar and dragged her over to him, so that they were almost face to face. He hung her in front of him, long enough for him to see the fear in her eyes before he let her go again, she kneeled in front of him, hanging her head and wept as she awaited the inevitable.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m Sorr…”

<p class="MsoNormal">She never heard Set’s final words to her as the sword cut through her neck and severed her head; it dropped off and fell onto his lap as her body keeled over.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer closed his eyes and shivered; now he’d get what he wanted…

<p class="MsoNormal">An end…

<p class="MsoNormal">He hung his head and got ready for said end to be put to him, having to live through this again was torturous…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well?” He asked, after several seconds of hanging his head. “Aren’t you going to kill me?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Redguard crouched down in front of him and smiled, giving off a faint laugh as Set looked up, tears still welling up in his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now… Where’s the fun in that?” He said, smacking Set across the burn mark on his face, the pain of which was excruciating. He then stood up and began to walk away, leaving Set to die at the tree stump.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C’mon, our work here’s done...”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Cultists approached Set, perhaps misinterpreting their commander’s will or maybe they were far more merciful than he was.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, don’t worry about him; he’s pretty much dead already…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set began to shiver as he looked down at Fia’s head, the colour had long left her face and her eyes began to glaze over.

<p class="MsoNormal">P-Please…

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked up at the sky, his long hair dropped down, onto his cheeks as he threw his head back, exposing his bare clean-shaven face to the sky.

<p class="MsoNormal">“D-Divines?

<p class="MsoNormal">K-Kill me…”

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Set awoke with a gasp, on the mountain side; he scrambled to his feet and looked around him, tears still in his eyes as his body reacted to his dream.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sh-Shit… I should get an early night once all of this is over… He mumbled, wiping the blood from his forehead, from where he had passed out on a rock.

<p class="MsoNormal">He carried on, shambling up the hillside to find his ‘friends.’