Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-10197675-20140709220552

Meanwhile within the depths of his own imagination…

Nerandur found himself sitting on what appeared to be nothing, still encaged within his own mind unable to escape, he now knew that he had been fooled by some evil sorcery into giving up his own body which he had no control of anymore. The Dunmer stared at the white and enshrouding ground, it seemed to represent nothing, and he sighed and tilted his head upwards as he then heard that familiar and never silent voice. “Do you miss the bright sky and the swaying winds Nerandur… do you miss the rough terrain of Tamreil, as well as the roaming seas that surround it?”

Nerandur produced a quick and sharp reply, “You’re pathetic” Nerandur replied with a miserable and quite fed up tone.

The voice replied with in a more horrid and wicked manner “I will feed on your anguish and revel from your petty thoughts… hahahaa, you will never breathe the air of Nirn again boy!”

Nerandur replied with silence, as he knew that anger would only amuse the presence… and so forth there was then no reply only silence; it was as if the voice had exited the door that didn’t exist, but still none of this changed the Dunmers actions or movement, he still just sat there hopelessly counting the seconds, as they quickly passed…