Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-24123288-20140107165031

(Moo ah hah ah ha hah HAH! No more limbo for me! >3)

''D-damn. How do I get out of this one?''

Eilonwyn rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Awaiting the inevitable.

-MERE MOMENTS EARLIER-

Tyranil, now angered that most of his copies had been disposed of, no longer bothered to hide his presence. He summoned the spear as the two remaining copies kept their scythes.

Slowly the two copies walked towards Eilonwyn, scythes raised, the real Tyranil walking slightly behind them, smirking and twirling the spear in his hands.

“Sh-shit!” Eilonwyn muttered, shakily pointing her sword at all three of the Altmer one after the other.

She began to panic as she backed away, limping. One at a time was fine. So was two at a push. But all three?

I’m boned…

“Oh now come on…” The real Tyranil mocked as he read her thoughts. “No need to be so vulgar in your final moments now, is there?”

“F-final momments?” Eilonwyn swayed as she heard that. Her mind racing, flashing memories of her life through her eyes.

“What say we sweeten the deal?”

“…Daggerfall…”

Arrius…

“I LUV ASH YAMS!” 

“Tobias…” 

“Capture her!” 

“I just need you!” 

"I need to stop courting with you!”

"Otherwise my emotions will just get us hurt again!"

C'mon...at least try to stop me...

''Giving up so soon? ''

''“Do you know hard it’s been!? To watch you. T-turn into this…”''

''“Knife ear! Knife ear!”''

“You’ve gained a lot of weight…”

“Shut up!”

As Eilonwyn backed up against the wall, two final memories rose up inside her head, causing tears to spring into her eyes.

''My dearest daughter. ''

''I am sorry, but I cannot continue to live without your Mother. I love her more than anything else in Nirn. I can no longer stand the feeling of being empty inside. You will understand one day. When you find someone special to you, you protect them okay? Never let them die. I'd hate to think of you going through the same pain I did. ''

''We both are proud of you my little Eilo. Remember. Stay strong and that strength will rub off on others. ''

''Time for me to say hello to your Mother now. ''

''Goodbye Eilo. ''

Make us proud.

“I hope I have, Mum…Dad…”

   "I'll love you, no matter what but... I'd rather take an arrow than let this happen to you. I don't want you to take me back to that night every time I look at you. You make me forget it... I've slept easier since you came back into my life but I..."

“Nish…I’m sorry. For everything. I never even said goodbye..”

"You don't owe me anything, I owe you a hell of a lot more... I was never mad at you, I wasn't abandoned I know that, I've always known that. But all I could think about whilst they tore me apart was 'they'll come back for me."

The two taunting Tyranils had reached Eilonwyn in the time she was watching her life. They grabbed her wrists, causing her to cry out in pain and fear as they touched the burns.

They picked her up and carried her to the wall, where they stood, silently, one on either side. Holding her wrists, immobilizing her.

The real Tyranil stood in front of Eilonwyn and chuckled to himself. Relishing his victory. “You were always so full of…spirit Eilonwyn..” The Altmer mocked as he raised the spear, taking aim.

''D-damn. How do I get out of this one?''

Eilonwyn panicked and tugged her right wrist, in a vain attempt to free it.

“Oh I’m going to miss you. I had fun breaking you though.” Tyranil continued to taunt her as she struggled.

As she panicked even more, Eilonwyn instinctively closed her eyes…

Wasting no more time, the Altmer threw the spear at the Dunmer…

















I…I’m still alive?

 

Eilonwyn slowly opened one eye. Tyranil stood there as before. Spear back in his hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re lucky Eilonwyn…” He whispered as he walked towards her. “I feel like being a little more…up close for a change…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil stood in front of her now, bringing his forever shrouded face close to hers as he dismissed his two copies, letting the Dunmer fall to the ground again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah. Ah. Ah.” He muttered, swiftly placing the spear under her chin. “Stand up.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn complied, for it was truly the only thing she could do. She stood there, spear at her neck and hands behind her back…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Any last words then Dark Elf?” Tyranil asked, smirking as he did so.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn remained silent, staring away from him, gazing past his shoulder, as her hallucination from before reappeared.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I love you Eilo.” Nish whispered with a comforting smile on his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">I love you too…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fine. I see how it is. I’ll watch you die slowly! Like you tried to do to me…” Tyranil said calmly as he pulled the spear back, aiming for her stomach now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn breathed deeply. Oddly accepting of her fate as she lowered her hands to her sides…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Time for your petty dreams about the beach to end Eilonwyn. Farewell!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil stabbed Eilonwyn in the stomach with the spear. Oddly they both cried out in pain. Loud enough to cover up the surprising “chink” noise that was made as the spear struck her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil stumbled back, clutching at his side, his eyes glowing as the makeshift blade Agatha gave Eilonwyn got lodged in the villains hip.

<p class="MsoNormal">With a sigh of relief, Eilonwyn picked up the spear from the ground with her right hand. It was slowly restoring to its former splendour. The Varla Stone, still resting by Eilonwyns stomach glowed happily for a second before it crumbled to dust.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was the Dunmers turn to smirk this time, as she stood there with the spear in hand, already mostly purified. Tyranil was no longer able to summon it to his side.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Looks like I won again eh?” She taunted, pulling out the invisibility potion from beneath her right pauldron.

<p class="MsoNormal">“See you around Tyranil!” Eilonwyn gloated with glee before pulling the cork off the potion and downing it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feeling strangely invigorated as she vanished from view for the next hour, Eilonwyn made her way out of Tyranils lair once more, carefully using the spear as support.

<p class="MsoNormal">This time she had no intention of ever returning.

<p class="MsoNormal">B-back t-to Cheydinhal!