Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-5735114-20140217195917

'Talsakr' awoke to the sound of the conjurer walking into the room. Talsakr himself was trying to claw his way back to reality, to regain control, but his efforts were futile.

"Back for more stories?"

Eldoril was still unamused from last time. He sighed slowly, making it seem as though he was tired. He tried not to show his happiness when Talsakr stood up, it only made his job easier. Suddenly, he lunged at the unsuspecting Nord, grabbing him by the shirt and pinning him to the floor. He was tired of talking to the curse.

Raising his free hand and forming a fist, Eldoril glared at Talsakr, who seemed unusally calm and willing for someone who had just been pinned to the floor.

"What... are you...?", Eldoril seethed, hoping that anger would intimidate the seemingly possesed Nord. Like most mages, he was incapable of throwing a good punch.

"Why, I'm my grandfather's grandson! Isn't that obvious?"

Eldoril had had it with the Nord. He was preparing to summon a Bound Sword, when the Arch-Mage walked into the room. Eldoril quickly stood up and turned around, in time to meet the Arch-Mage's brief and confused glance.

"Come here, Nord.", the Arch-Mage said, in his warm voice.

Suddenly, Talsakr had regained control for a second and flailed his arms around uncontrollably and stumbled about, falling to the floor, before the voices again took ownership of the body and stood slowly. However, they didn't comandeer their vessel towards the Arch-Mage; he might discover them as well. Thus, Talsakr merely stood still after the Arch-Mage's request.

Thus, the old wizard walked to the still Nord. Glancing over him quickly, the Arch-Mage readied a spell. To his surprise, the Nord grabbed his hand and dragged it down.

'What if he knows...? We'll all be smelling like cheese and gems for weeks!'

'Nah, there's no way he knows. Look at him, with that wispy gray beard. Since when do grey beards know anything?'

A new voice spoke, much to the relief of Talsakr. He was getting thoroughly annoyed by what appeared to be the dominant voice.

The Arch-Mage readied a spell in his other hand. However, to the voices' great relief, the spell was a blood-red color, and they released his hand. The red spell left the Arch-Mage's hand, and reached Talsakr, attempting to infuriate him. One of the voices in his head did indeed lash out at the others suddenly, but most of them stayed as stable as they usually were.

Frowning, the Arch-Mage left Eldoril and the Nord to their own machinations as he left the room.