Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140213161020

Veneficus had been asleep for hours. He occasionally groaned and mumbled as Corelas kept a close vigil over the old man.

He must be dreaming…The Altmer thought, gazing at the ring forced upon his finger. He had thought about removing it, but…he didn’t want to. He remembered most of his friends when it was on.

''Eilo, Nish…I wonder how you two are doing? Maybe I’ll go see your house by the lake. She never did shut up about that. ''

He smiled to himself as Veneficus mumbled in his sleep again…



--30 Years Ago--



A much younger Veneficus stepped off the boat that had just arrived at the docks in Anvil. He looked around and smiled.

“Finally…” He said to himself. “Home.”

The Imperial walked along the docks and hurried through to his home, already imagining the joy on his wife’s face that he had come home from his journeys earlier than expected.

He had arrived at his house and gazed upon the building. “Hard to believe the rumours that this place used to be haunted…”

Veneficus said that to himself every time he returned from his adventures. It was also rumoured that the Hero of Kvatch used to own this property as well.

''Just old fairytales. ''Veneficus dismissed with a wave of his hand as he placed it on the door handle, pulling it open with a grin on his fairly handsome face.

“Sweetie! I’m home!” He announced cheerily, his bag laden with coin and treasure from far off lands.

“Sweetie?” Veneficus asked, noting that she hadn’t responded. “Where are you?”

The Imperial Battlemage placed his bag of goodies down on the chair by the dining table and looked around the ground floor of his home.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Cerasus?” He asked, highly worried now.

<p class="MsoNormal">His head snapped up when a thud and a lot of scurrying came from the upper floor of the home Veneficus shared with Cerasus, his wife.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wasting no time, Veneficus drew his Imperial Sword and charged up the stairs, he burst into his room, expecting to see bandits trying to take away the wife of an Imperial Battlemage to use as ransom.

<p class="MsoNormal">His face fell as he gazed upon the scene before him. Time seemed to slow down as he began to wish that it was bandits.

<p class="MsoNormal">Cerasus lay there in bed, dozing quite the thing. She was completely unaware of her husband standing there witnessing her deceit.

<p class="MsoNormal">As was the Argonian she was curled up next to.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C-cerasus…” Veneficus whispered, not really sure what to do. He had never, in all his 34 years of living, ever thought that this would happen to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">He quietly backed out of the room and made his way back downstairs, scrambling for a parchment and quill.

<p class="MsoNormal">His whole body was shaking as he began to blink away the tears and write:

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<p class="MsoNormal">My dearest wife Cerasus,

<p class="MsoNormal">''Imagine my surprise, when I arrived home early from my latest adventures with my other fellow Battlemages, to see that you have been enjoying time alone in your own way! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">I hope that spineless Argonian gives you the foulest of diseases from the very depths of Black Marsh itself!

<p class="MsoNormal">''You have broken my heart Cerasus. I lived my life to provide for you. Give you anything you desired. Sure, the months I was away were difficult, but I always remained faithful on those long lonely nights.''

<p class="MsoNormal">Unlike you.

<p class="MsoNormal">''So here. Take this bag. My final gift to you. It is full of Drakes, Jewels and other treasures from the Dwarven Ruins of Skyrim. May it provide you with men for a long time to come, because you won’t ever be seeing me again.''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Although, I will always love you. Just like our wedding vows said.''

<p class="MsoNormal">Now and Forever.

<p class="MsoNormal">Goodbye Cerasus.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Yours always, ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Veneficus. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''

''

<p class="MsoNormal">And with that, Veneficus picked up his sword and walked out of his home. Out of Anvil.

<p class="MsoNormal">Never to return.

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<p class="MsoNormal">For the next 10 years, Veneficus wandered the continent of Tamriel. Through that, he became quite knowledgeable and had many adventures. He met many people, made many friends. However, he never loved anyone quite like he loved Cerasus. Eventually, Veneficus grew quite tired of travelling and chose to return to his homeland of Cyrodiil. He decided to reside in the city of Cheydinhal. One of the cities farthest away from the Gold Coast.

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<p class="MsoNormal">His life was simple. He resided in the Chapel undercroft and joined the priesthood not long after, quickly rising through the ranks. He never once had a day where his mind didn’t wander to Cerasus. His constant thinking of her made him quite grumpy until a young Breton appeared in his life. Mikasa provided a great distraction for his mind.

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<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Veneficus stirred in his sleep again, turning his head to the Altmer sat next to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You still need more rest.” Corelas mumbled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know…but…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hm? Try not to exhaust yourself Veneficus.” Corelas said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you…okay Corelas?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Better than I’ve ever been old friend.” The Altmer replied. “Now, get back to sleep.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">Veneficus nodded and closed his eyes. His mind once again becoming cast back to the day he wished he had never returned home.

<p class="MsoNormal">Cerasus…