Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-24449631-20140911094931

It wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten here but it didn’t matter.

Something was after him and he needed to run, run like he had never done.

Rowan felt despair while he ran as fast as his lungs would let him.

Even though he suffered a twinge he couldn’t stop. Not even to look back.

Talos’ what did I do to deserve this The Nord thought desperately trying to find his way through the woods and waters.

A horrifying scream chased through the trees, going through each part of his body without any means of escaping it. Rowan hated to think about getting face to face with whatever owned the screaming voice.

He took a sharp turn hoping that it would catch his pursuer off-guard.

He went deeper into the dark and misty forests, which turned more into marches and swamps. Causing Rowan to make wet squidgy sounds with each step he took.

It sounded all so loud to him. He hoped though that the steps weren’t as audible from a distance.

''Where do I go? Where do I go?” ''The Nord’s thoughts raised through his head as he unsuccessfully looked for familiar sights in the unfamiliar woods.

He grabbed at his spleen, feeling sorry for the hell he put it through.

He started to wheeze, getting dizzy even.

“I… Can’t… I just Can’t…” He said to himself, ultimately giving up his running.

The abrupt deceleration made him practically sick.

Almost as if he was going to cough up his heart, lungs and all that’s in-between.

He gasped for air as he looked back. Afraid of doing so, but he had little choice.

<p class="MsoNormal">He slowly turned as he felt his chest pound up and down again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No more… No more…” He wheezed at the darkness behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal">But it was just that: Darkness, nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal">There was nothing there behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal">At first he didn’t get it, but ultimately he started to laugh. Feeling like such an idiot. He had been running from nothing. It was all in his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">When his own breathing calmed down somewhat he was able to hear the sounds of ambient nature.

<p class="MsoNormal">A dark moonless night in the middle of Hjaalmarch.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ok… Now I need to figure out how I”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan’s train of thought was interrupted by a small realisation.

<p class="MsoNormal">Where were his feet?

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked down and saw that his feet were gone. Stuck in the watery sand mount he seemed to have stand on.

<p class="MsoNormal">A shiver went down his spine as he realised he stood in quicksand.

<p class="MsoNormal">He quickly tried to pull his feet out but it only made things worse. The quicksand worked like a vacuum almost, once he tried to stretch his feet out he felt they sunk deeper in.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Ok… Think! Rowan! Quickly ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He had heard of these quicksands before in Riften which took down a lot of unwary travellers.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked down as he slowly saw himself descent.

<p class="MsoNormal">Looking around, praying there was any help.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked back from the corner of his eye, but there was no one there.

<p class="MsoNormal">But when he turned back he saw Myling standing in front of him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Myling!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Help me!” He shouted. Thankful to the gods they sent help.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get me a rope or something!” The Nord yelled at the other Nord while he sunk even more.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan was now down to the waist, so he had to keep his hands up in order for them not to get sucked in.

<p class="MsoNormal">Horrified by the sight he looked down feeling the bottom of the ground underneath him go deeper and deeper.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Myling! Quickly!” He yelled once more as he looked around himself. Doing a bit of searching himself to find something that might help him get out.

<p class="MsoNormal">Until suddenly he realised that Myling wasn’t moving.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Myling?” He asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Seeing as she just watched him. Not saying a word.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Myling, come on! I’m sinking here!” He looked at her with despair in his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yet she didn’t move.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan started to feel tears well up in his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come on! Wake up damnit! I’m SINKING here!” He shouted at her.

<p class="MsoNormal">No response.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Myling!” He shouted again. Feeling the sand pull at his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan now tried to crawl, swim, push himself out with his hands and arms.

<p class="MsoNormal">Swaying away the thing layer of muddy water on top of the quick sand with every swipe.

<p class="MsoNormal">It didn’t help.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked up, and Myling who stood there, towering over him.

<p class="MsoNormal">With that scary expressionless face covered by a scarf. It’s not like it was a mirage or illusion or anything. She quite clearly breathed. She just… looked on as Rowan sunk to his death.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan felt his chin being scratched by the muddy ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Myling, help me…” He held up his arms hoping she’s fish him out eventually.

<p class="MsoNormal">It didn’t happen. Rowan felt his head sink below the sands. Leaving only two arms and eventually hands sticking out of the sands.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan slowly opened his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt a cold shiver go down his wet spine as he looked at the wooden panelling of the walls.

<p class="MsoNormal">He lay in bed, at the Vilemyr Inn.

<p class="MsoNormal">Slowly he got up to see around him.

<p class="MsoNormal">The faint sound of the river behind the Inn could be heard through the boards. Along with some frogs and birds.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was early morning and still dark.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan sighed loudly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“T’was just a bad dream.”

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