Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25286356-20131030211733/@comment-25286356-20131127155953

You hastily make your way out of your cell, leaving the door open and exposing the bodies, and rush to another cell several meters west of your position. Both guards are kicking and mocking the Imperial. Your mind suddenly flows with memories of your childhood, specificaly, one of the countless times bullies would pick on you for being the only one capable of casting spells. Two of them, Redguards both, ambushed you one evening and beat you severely. After dislocating your jaw and breaking your nose, the young teenagers left you out in the rain, having stolen all your clothes and pocket money.

The next day, both bullies once again picked on you. Although, this time, it did not go the way they intended. Something deep, something monstrous emerged from your body and assumed absolute control of your body. You grabbed your backpack, threw it away and charged your opponents. Before the bag hit the wall and ground, both Redguards had been decapitated, to a point where no one could figure out wich limb went where. Understandebly, you never told anyone about this and ran away from Cyrodiil, wandering from place to place as a scholar, before eventually finding the Blades.

After returning to reality, you feel this deep and uncontrollable feeling once again. Upon letting out a loud roar, you unsheat your katana and cleave right through the first guard, cutting him in half. In the blink of an eye, you body twists and beheads the other guard. You then perform two successive lateral movements and seperate their legs from their body. On a moment's notice, a dark and blood-fueled rage unleashes this strange power under its most powerful form. A blast of energy emanates from your earthly vessel and catapults both corpses through the wall and into the ocean, taking half the cell with it.

The bloodied Imperial freezes into place and watches in horror as you pass away.

After spending time in the Land of Dreams, you wake up, drenched in sweat and your head spinning. The young Imperial with long, slick black hair and a thin beard leans over you and helps you sit. You eyes quickly survey the room and inform that you are currenlty located in a underground tunnel, most likely a cave of sorts.

´´''Are you alright? You've been uncounscious for almost six hours, now.''``

A) ´´What? Where am I?! Who are you?!``

B) ´´I'm fine, but... what happened?``

C) ´´Wait... I've seen you before... Tacitus?``