Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-5735114-20140531142706

Tyranil quickly realized the futility of his efforts; he kept at it if only to see the new Cyrodiil and have something new to be angry at. With every source of the tall black smoke columns, the more his sole emotion flared up. He'd been idly moving alongside roads for hours, and any particularly brave individuals who'd reported Tyranil to authorities in major towns were shrugged off. If he wasn't in their city or a very large threat, why bother? It was fairly late at night by the time Tyranil decided to abandon his 'stroll', and after considering for a second, teleported in a small puff of black smoke, darker than that of the new constuctions.

Reappearing in the Adamantine Tower, Tyranil felt stronger due to the strong presence of magic. Floating around the large structure, Tyranil eventualy found a room with a bed in it. Not really caring if someone had plans to sleep in it or not, he lied down and closed his eyes. He hadn't slept in ten years; his stay in death had not been a peaceful one.

Tyranil found himself in an expanse of pitch darkness, surrounding him completely. This was where he'd spent the past ten years and six months, and he'd come to loathe the place. Would it now haunt him in his dreams as well?

Only knowing that his scythe was in his hand due to the familiar weight of it, Tyranil began to slowly walk about, sighing at the monotony. He thought he'd finally escaped this place. But, seeing as he was still there, he may as well wait through it in the same time he had before; with memories. He cast his mind back ten years and an odd number of months.

However, for the first time in this dark monotonous expanse, a happy memory returned to Tyranil. He saw Eilonwyn and Nish, standing up at an altar of a chapel, from a shadowy corner near the door. He smiled for what seemed like the first time in ages. He felt... good. Desperately searching around in his mind, Tyranil tried to remember more such memories. However, none came, and Tyranil's memory of the wedding was fading quickly. Soon, it was gone, and Tyranil was back to his glum state, again gazing out into the dark expanse. For the first time, he wondered if there was a way out.

He didn't have time to think about it for long; sunlight awoke him. Tyranil slowly got up, his dream forgotten, though he felt an odd sensation. As if something within him was desperately trying to claw its way out of him, but he wasn't sure what. Trying not to let it bother him, Tyranil walked outside of the room and began searching about the tower for anything that might lead him to his targets.