Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140521200039/@comment-3293219-20140522205227

The Altmer continued to drag the knife across Set’s stomach, until he was interrupted by the sound of howling, which sounded incredibly close. He turned around and heard rustling in the bushes, prompting him to look back to the male Breton, with blonde hair.

“See what’s going on!” He demanded, getting a nod, from the Breton, in response as he walked over to the bushes, drawing his knife. The Altmer waited a few moments before losing his patience, he tutted and rolled his eyes, driving the ceremonial knife into the table, next to Set. He turned around and followed the Breton, drawing his staff as he went to see what was going on, it was most likely wolves that had stumbled upon their ceremony. The rest of the cultists removed their hands from Set’s arms, looking to each other as they anxiously awaited their leader’s return.

Set’s eye slowly opened, seeing that the cultists were distracted and that he had a chance to escape… The Bosmer knew what he had to do but he dreaded doing it. He slowly began to move his hand, wincing as his wound touched the head of the nail. The pain of the contact with the nail sent shooting pains up Set’s arm, he grit his teeth and barely resisted the urge to scream or change his breathing pattern.

I can’t!

You have to!

Huh?

Set paused, that voice…

It was like Dufont’s… it wasn’t his voice but it was in Set’s head, like it was one of his own and it sounded familiar. This time, it was a soft woman’s voice, which calmed him as it he felt some form of familiarity and comfort as it echoed inside his head.

You can do it Set; j-just move your hand!

Miri?

Their conversation was interrupted as the sound of a blade, slashing against flesh, could be heard and the whimpers of a dying dog as the cultists dealt with the problem.

''Hurry, he’s coming back! I know that it will hurt but you need to push past the pain, you heed to pull your hand up, until the nail has gone through!''

Are you… alive?

There was a long pause, possibly hinting that she was lying to him but why would she be so hesitant if she wasn’t alive?

Yes, we can be together again, you just have to do this one thing!

Set tried to move his hand but the pain was excruciating, he groaned and suppressed a scream, quickly muffling it as he went limp again, thankful that he hadn’t drawn the attention of the cultists.

<p class="MsoNormal">Miri… I can’t… it hurts too much!

<p class="MsoNormal">There was another pause as Set heard rustling in the bushes; he was running out of time. Suddenly, he felt something strange happen…

<p class="MsoNormal">His whole body felt… amazing.

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt a warm feeling of bliss surge through his body as the pain began to numb away, the pain was suppressed by Miri’s magic and she possessed Set’s hand and slowly moved it upwards, until the nail had slid through and Set’s right hand was free.

<p class="MsoNormal">She placed it by his side before releasing her control over him.

<p class="MsoNormal">''H-Hurry Set, you don’t have much time! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Set nodded in response, looking to his right to see the ceremonial dagger, which was still stuck in the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s now or never… He thought, reaching up and grabbing hold of the dagger, gritting his teeth as the hilt made contact with the wound, which was sensitive to the touch. He wrapped his hand around the hilt, hurting his hand even more as he managed to pull the blade out, ready to stab the nearest cultist.

<p class="MsoNormal">He sat up, getting the attention of the Breton girl, who looked to him, puzzled by his sudden recovery. She only got a quick glance before Set stabbed her, plunging the dagger into her eye, deep into the socket.

<p class="MsoNormal">She began to scream, waving her arms around, instantly getting the attention of the others. They turned, seeing her screaming, with the dagger sticking out of her eye, their sacrifice was right in front of her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set frowned at them, trying to get as angry as possible…   Anger was his friend, his only friend now. It gave him strength and it was there, when he needed it.

<p class="MsoNormal">He grabbed hold of the Breton girl’s hair and slammed her head against the table, forcing the knife deeper into the eye socket as the tip pierced stuck out of the back of her skull. The other cultists took note of this and began to approach, getting ready to grab the Bosmer and pin him down before he hurt anyone else. He kept the dead Breton’s head pinned to the table as he began to shift his left arm, it still hurt like hell but his anger and Miri’s magic smothered the pain. He eventually freed his left hand, screaming in agony as it was released, and spraying blood all over the Breton’s hair.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set dragged her up, by the hair and retrieved his knife, pulling it out and turning back to the other cultists, who backed away as soon as they saw the psychotic rage in Set’s eye. He began to eye each of them, looking for the next contestant, tightening his grip on his dagger as the leader reappeared.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the… How can you still be alive!?” He asked, gesturing to Set’s wounds, meeting his eye and showing some signs of intimidation.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Breton appeared from behind him, shuffling along as he saw the Breton girl on the ground, next to the table, lying face down in a pool of her own blood. He looked shocked, hurt as he began to gasp and the bottom half of his jaw began to chatter as he went into a form of shock.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alis…” He whispered, the Breton’s voice was breaking as he pushed the Altmer to one side.

<p class="MsoNormal">“A-Alis! You piece of shit!” He screamed to Set, grabbing hold of the cultist leader’s hammer and charging at him. Set focussed on the patter of his footsteps as the Breton sprinted towards his former victim, his hammer held high above his head, ready to strike through the skull of the monster that killed his sister.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set didn’t seem remotely sympathetic towards this mutant and his inhuman family… He grabbed the Breton by the shirt, with his left hand, bringing his face closer as he drove the knife, under his chin and pushing upwards, until it entered his brain. Set grabbed the hammer as the Breton fell to the floor, holding a weapon in each hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">The cultists were starting to get cold feet, none of them looked like trained killers, they weren’t like the Rising Sun. Some of them immediately broke away, turning around and fleeing for their lives and before Set knew it, the leader had been abandoned, looking around and blustering, threatening his former minions as they fled into the woods.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set ignored the threats and promises of his demise as he sat up, groaning heavily as he began to work on his feet. He placed the nail in the claw as he began to pry it out of the table, straining heavily as Miri’s pain killing spell was already failing him and he was starting to feel pain, which was getting worse by the second. He managed to pull the nail out, freeing his right foot. He tapped his toes against the table, to test if he could still move them and he noticed that he could but the pain made it difficult to do so.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Almost… D-done… Miri… Eilo… Maria… I’m o-on my way…” He panted, as he pulled the last nail out, freeing himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’ll see about that!” A familiar voice snapped at him, firing a fireball and knocking Set off of the table. He rolled over and came crashing down to the ground, landing in a heap on the floor and groaning as pain tore through his body. He began to crawl along, thankful that he didn’t land on his knife or the hammer as he continued to claw at the grass, pulling himself along and making a large blood trail. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale, he was half way to being a corpse at this point and his desire to see those he loved kept him going, even the anger had given up on him at this stage. Set cried out as a lightning bolt hit the ground next to him, prompting him to roll over, onto his back. He lay there; panting heavily as he thought about his next move, the sound of the Altmer’s footsteps getting closer unnerved him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Just give it up Bosmer!” The Altmer called out as he began to approach, charging a lightning spell in his hand as he closed in on Set, ready to finish him off.

<p class="MsoNormal">“N-No…” Set wheezed, defying the Altmer, as if he was another voice in his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They need me…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“They?” The altmer asked, tilting his head and pressing his cheek against his staff.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, at least I’m doing someone a favour…” The Cultist leader fired his second lightning bolt at Set; it hit the ground beside him and caused him to squirm, to avoid it as he felt the sparks fly up and land on his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“F-Fuck… You!” Set growled, rolling onto his stomach and shakily pulling himself up, onto his feet. He turned to face the Altmer, noticing that he was violently shaking his hand, in an effort to get his magic to rejuvenate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shit… Shit… Shit!” He spluttered as Set shambled towards him, the burned face, the eyepatch, the cold psychotic look in his bloodshot eye…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer lunged at him before he had a chance to use his staff, throwing his whole body weight onto the Altmer and pushing forwards, bringing them both to the floor. Set landed on top of the Altmer, they landed with a hard thud, which sent an agonising sensation through both of their bodies as their stab wounds caught up with them. However, Set was used to pain, whereas this cultist wasn’t…

<p class="MsoNormal">He knelt up, over the cultist, holding the hammer in the air and staring into the Altmer’s eyes as he stammered, desperately.

<p class="MsoNormal">“N-No! P-P-Please, d-doarugh!” He screamed and flinched as Set struck down with the hammer, driving it down into his forehead, where it got stuck. Set had to tug at it, several times, in order to pull the neck of the hammer into out of the altmer’s skull.

<p class="MsoNormal">He held it up, seeing that it was dripping with blood, he looked down to see that the Altmer was still alive, waving his hand in the air as he still had some degree of sentience. This was a sign that Set needed to hit him again, driving the hammer deeper into his brain and destroying more of his senses. This did the trick as the Altmer’s movements completely stopped, his hand fell to his side and his eyes rolled over as he exhaled for the last time. Though the Bosmer knew that he was incapacitated, he struck him a third time, for good measure. He missed the first spot and ended up hitting the area of forehead above it, just above the original incision.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set sat back and panted, looking to the pile of blood, brains and skull fragments that used to be his enemy. His heart began to beat rapidly as he looked around, thankful that the rest of the cultists had fled…

<p class="MsoNormal">Okay… G-Get back to Eilo…

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked around again, feeling everything go all tinny as the agonising pains came back to his torso and he began to bleed again.

<p class="MsoNormal">O-Or Maria…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer keeled over, landing on the floor, with a thud. He slowly rolled onto his back, breathing heavily as he looked up to the sky, seeing that the sun had returned. He looked confused by this fact, squinting as it shone in his eye and he slowly began to bleed out.

<p class="MsoNormal">C-C’mon… M-Move!

<p class="MsoNormal">Set tried to move his arm, but it was no use, the pain from the nails shot through his arm, preventing him from moving it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“N-No! S-So… C-C-Close!” Set whispered as a tear ran down his face and he slowly closed his fingers, trying to put himself on that ship, with Maria lay on one side and Julie lay on the other. The sound of seagulls and the waves, beating against the side of the boat…

<p class="MsoNormal">The warm feeling of their breath, hitting his neck…

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, a dark figure appeared before him, they were wrapped up in a green cloak, with red embroidery on the rim of the hood and the tip of the cape. The figure was obviously a woman, looking at her height and the shape of her body but her face was obscured by the sun’s light, which shone over her shoulder and into Set’s eye.

<p class="MsoNormal">The girl removed her hood and took a step closer, now the sun was obstructing the sun’s light, like she was a holy figure at the center of a portrait. She revealed herself to be a Bosmer, with short, neck length, black hair and two beautiful, emerald like eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-Set…” She muttered, looking incredibly concerned. Set was barely conscious and he wasn’t able to register her, the light around her began to dim and every bird call and the rest of the wilderness’ ambience echoed in his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can you hear m…”