Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24280666-20140601132650

(DREAMTIME)

Nish... Eilonwyn... He saw them before his eyes, laughing at some bar stool. (boy when did eilo ever laugh) He walked up to them and pulled up a chair. "You have no place here. We do not want you Ferrin, we do not need you and we do not thank you! Nothing you do means anything to us!" They laughed as their faces changed into Corelas and his brother. "It's your fault Ferrin... If you had taken the spear like you were meant to, I would be fine!" Corelas mocked. "Maybe if you hadn't enslaved the Altmer, then maybe I wouldn't of had to take control of them with the Kraalniik!" yelled his brother. Their faces onnce again changed into Tyranil and Eldris(his vampire guy). "Damn you Tyranil! You could have carried the damn spear! You could have saved Corelas!" Tyranil's face warped back into Corelas. "No! Only you could have saved me! But you failed!" accused Corelas. Eldris looked at Ferrin with anger and hate. "You foolish elf... We could have wielded the spear! It could have been us! It was your fault! You split us apart!" Eldris yelled as he morphed into Ferrin. The room filled with Ferrins. They all looked at him and shouted taunts and mockery. "No! No! I can still save them all I can sti-" Ferrin was cut off by a booming voice. "Ferrin... Ease into my mind..." said a thick slow voice that could only have been Hermaeus Mora. "Don't you think that you've lived long enough? Add your knowledge to Apocrypha..." He boomed. Ferrin looked all around him. The bar slowly turned into the Mijae court. Hundreds of dead Altmer, all by his hand. He needed to run, he knew that. But to where? Where on this damned continent could he run that his past wouldn't follow? He knew. Nowhere. He would have to face it. He would find Eilonwyn and Nish... (I KNOW THEY ARE DEAD HE WILL LOOK AND FIND THEIR GRAVE). Ferrin woke up. He looked down to see the woods on fire and a giant crater. He remembered the Kraalniik had exploded. The cage had been broken. He had broken the stone. The damned entity could go back to Oblivion for all he cared. He stood up, dusted himself off, and snapped his fingers.