Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-24123288-20131127123601

(Now this is the perfect chance to execute an idea I got last night! I think uber had this in mind anyways so yea! Here we go!)

Eilonwyn could feel Tyranils gaze on her. She tried to ignore it but it only caused the voices in her head to grow louder.

'Look at him! Do it! Look! And we'll go away! 'The voices lied.

She couldn't take it anymore and looked above her, directly into Tyranils glowing read eyes. He was casting a spell and whispered it down on her. Suddenly, as the tendrils of the spell enveloped her,  the voices in her head clamoured inside her growing louder and louder. Even louder than a dragons roar!

'We told you you'd regret this! 'They screamed in glee. 'Take control! For Tyranil!'

No...don't...Eilonwyns' own thoughts were nothing but a whisper right now.

'Make her fight the Breton! It will weaken them both! Move! Laugh! '

Nish...she muttered in her head.

Eilonwyn couldn't control it. It is a strange experience, having your body controlled by someone else. She found herself walking towards Nish, who was punching Larius.

"You almost got her killed!" He shouted.

'Yes good! Now pull out the bow and say "Put the..."'

"...Thalmor down" She threatened, aiming her bow at Nish. Her voice was not her own. It was twisted.

''No! Why can't I stop this! ''

(Just in case it wasn't clear, when something is typed like THIS it's the voices of the manipulation spell :P Regular italics like THIS are my own thoughts! :3)