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Somewhere in Morrowind
Her red iris was revealed behind her eyelids, which slowly opened and let the light, or lack thereof, into her retina. The woman was a young Dunmer adventurer, who had been combing the ashlands of Morrowind for lost treasures; due to the recency of the eruption the lands were uninhabitable. However, there was an interest among adventurers, who sought out treasure, left behind by the former residents of Vvardenfell, in various cities and locations across the land.

One such scavenger, a young Dunmer girl, had been trekking the land for forgotten treasures. She was a young, rosy cheeked young girl, who looked like she'd never held a blade in her life and she had seemingly been lucky that most of the Morrowind wildlife had been driven underground or wiped out by the eruption. She had spent the last three weeks, exploring the wastelands of Morrowind, stopping in hollowed out ruins and caves, whenever she could. Normally they were empty, save the odd creature, which even she had little difficult dispatching. However, last night she chose poorly, though it wasn't her fault, she couldn't have possibly known that this threat lurked inside the cave. She was hit by a powerful spell as soon as she stuck her head in the door and rendered unconscious and now she had woken up, inside the cave, it was obvious due to the fact that she was surrounded by stone, tied down to a wooden table.

She was surrounded by several torches, a bookshelf, a small table and some chairs, which just made her even more nervous as she looked around and found herself disturbed by how... homely it all was. From the looks of this place, it had obviously been around long before the erruption as there was no sign of ash on any of the furniture. It was incredibly cheap furniture, most likely salvaged, from ssomeone who had simply thrown it out as refuse.

The Girl suddenly stiffened as a wooden door slowly opened, creaking as it did so and revealing the owner of this cave. Before her stood a bald headed Dunmer man, with a full on beard, wearing black robes and he seemed awfully happy to see her in this precarious position...

"Wh-Who are you!?" She immediately stammered, yanking at her restraints, which just rattled but didn't budge as she desperately pulled at them, in an effort to escape.

The Mage just smiled, he enjoyed watching them struggle, somehow it made the experience all the more satisfying but still, this wasn't just for fun, there was a scientific purpose to all of this, obviously. Though, he couldn't help enjoying his work...

"I think that you'll find that you are well bound to that table...

There's no getting out..."

"Who are you!?" She whined again, throwing her head up, to get a better look at him.

"I am Xeran, former Wizard of House Telvanni and the soul resident of this cave... You were a tresspasser, in my home and I have turned the tables..."

"T-Tresspasser!? N-No... I didn't know that you lived here! I'm sorry, just... l-let me go!"

Xeran revelled in this, the pleading, the whiny voice, the tears building up in her demonic, red eyes... The last time that someone just invited themselves into his home, he ended up getting a greatsword to the stomach and almost bleeding to death, he had to play dead for some time before his bumbling idiot Argonian friend went to sniff his own farts, so that he could make a break for the exit. In truth, that was nobody else's fault but Xeran's, he overestimated the Dunmer warrior, didn't expect him to fight so... ferociously, with such skill and strength.

"Well, you're in luck as we might be able to strike a deal... I've been looking for a test subject, for my new potion, if you'd be willing to sample it and let me record the results, I'd be glad to let you go..."

The Dunmer gulped, not liking the sound of this...

'Test subject,' not only that but the test subject of some mad old hermit, who brewed his potions in a cave. That didn't sound safe at all...

"I-Is it safe?"

"Relitevely... I am a former Wizard of House Telvanni, so I know what I'm doing, if that's what's worrying you..." Xeran informed her, drawing the small, pink phial from his pocket as he approached her.

"Come on, I bet that we could get the whole thing done in ten minutes..."

The Girl thought about it, what choice did she have? If he was a former Wizard of House Telvanni, then he must be smart enough to have some idea of what he's doing.

"Just... Get it over with." She panted, staring fearfully at the bottle as she noticed the grin sweep across Xeran's lips as he pulled the cork out and poured it onto a tea spoon.

"Clever girl... Now, say 'ah'..." The Wizard mocked, bringing the tea spoon closer to her face as she reluctantly opened her mouth, ready to recieve it. The Young Adventurer let the potion sit on her tongue, immediately pulling a face as it tasted rancid but still, she swallowed it, gasping for breath as she did so as it had a real kick, which burned the back of her throat, like a shot of whiskey.

Xeran smirked and put the cork back in the bottle, observing the effects of the potion as the Adventurer lay back, resting her head against the table and sighing with relief as she felt the potion get to work. It was... Really painful, her stomach felt like it had been recently punched, she felt incredibly cold and it was getting hard to breathe.

She couldn't see but her skin was going incredibly pale, her veins had gone black and as a result, a number of black veins pressed against her skin. Her irises were diluting in colour, going more and more glazed by the second as they went from an intense red, to a light more pinky colour to grey, like she was turning into a zombie.

"Wh-What's... ha-happen-ng..." She gasped, breathlessly as she felt like she was going to throw up blood at this point.

"Don't worry, it's working perfectly, my dear..."

"W-Wor-k-k-king? Wh-What kind of potion is this!?" The Adventurer wheezed, her voice becoming nothing more than a faint whisper as she slowly felt all energy leave her body and she couldn't even keep her head up anymore, letting it roll over to the side.

"Potion? Oh, did I say 'potion?' I'm sorry; I seem to always get potions and poisons mixed up..." The Wizard informed her before chuckling to himself, wrapping his arm around his stomach as he did so.

By this point, his young Dunmer prisoner was too weak to say or do anything, she let out a very faint breath, with the slightest hint of a groan as tears welled up in her eyes, from the pain but also the fear of possibly dying or worse...

She didn't suffer for much longer, the girl's body finally gave way as her eyes became completely grey and her sin turned light green, with hundreds of little black lines covering her face. With one final groan, as if out of defiance, she expired...

Much to Xeran's amusement...

(Sorry for errors, I didn't have time to proof read...

Going out for the rest of the day.)