Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-10197675-20140417214100

After 10 or so minutes of constant running the figure stopped in a large and open room, Nerandur stopped behind him, hampering and hindering… the Dunmer out of breath looked at the figure in confusion.

Nerandur: Do I know you friend?

Figure: No… but I know you Nerandur.

Nerandur looked at the figure bewilderedly and discreetly. He held his sword tightly; he tried opening his mouth but was hesitant. He asked fearfully.

Nerandur: Who… are you?

The figure slowly turned around, he brought down his hood to reveal himself as a Redguard. Nerandur saw a bright glimpse of steel plate armor under the figures robes.

Figure: I am Yargon son of Zarnor, brother of Zarn… little elf. I have called you hear for an important measure. You must face me and conquer me, defeat me for my death is required for the fulfillment of your fate and your fate is an important one…

Nerandur looked to the side of him feeling anxious sweat rolled down his face onto his dusty leather armor, he slowly walked backwards from the figure. The robes then dropped to the ground as Yargon took them of, he wore a full set of steel plated armor (except helmet) and wielded a Glass Greatsword.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: Do not fear me, as fear will only lead you to death… show courage…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon then drew his Claymore and started to slowly walk towards the Dunmer. Nerandur stopped moving backwards instead he held his ground and readied himself, he felt strength flow through his blood he gritted his teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: That is more like it!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon then swung his sword down towards the Elf; Nerandur briskly rolled out of its path and watched the sword thud into the ground sending ripples through the dirt. His silver sword was dwarfed by Yargon’s claymore but the Dunmer still clashed, as he quickly pulled his sword up and against Yargons Greatsword, Yargon pushed the elf backwards onto the ground and into some barrels, Nerandur slowly got up of the ground a squished tomato fell from his armor he then swiftly lunged forwards towards the Redguard swiping and sweeping his sword.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur: YAAAAGGHHH!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon carefully and easily blocked each swing and as The Dunmer powered in a heavier swing Yargon quickly upper cutterd the Dunmer in the jaw with a quick punch. Nerandur felt his body lift of the ground as if it was weightless and he saw stars as his body flung up into the air and back onto the ground, Nerandur then heard his sword clatter onto the ground next to him. Stunned and dizzy the Dunmer slowly rolled over onto his front he then slowly pulled himself up and onto his feet, blood gushed out his mouth, he felt gaps in his mouth of where some of his teeth once were. The Elf then clumsily picked up his sword once more and got ready to attack again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: Do not let your guard down, if you are to become a hero among mer you will need to show more strength.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon then pounded his sword down against Nerandur, who feebly blocked with his Silver Sword, the shock of the blow rippled through the silver sword shattering it onto the ground, The Dunmer stumbled back in pain as the shock traveled through his risk crumbling the weak bone within, Nerandur then wheezed out In pain holding his wrist, the Elf then fell to the ground on his knees bursting out cries of agony. Yargon took a couple of steps back he stared at the Elf anger relished through his face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: FIGHT… FIGHT ME NOW, YOUR DESTINY INSISTS OF MY DEATH, FOR MY DEATH MUST COME TO COMPLETE MY FATE, YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO THIS!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur let out a silent scream within his mind, but he kept his mouth firmly closed. The Dunmer then stood up shaking and trembling, his face was as white as snow, a small gap in his mouth opened and air briskly rushed into the elves mouth. He then picked up the hilt of his sword with his frailer left hand, as his right flopped down in despair.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur: HOW LONG WILL THIS TORTURE GO ON FOR!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Both figures stared each other in the eyes; Yargon opened his mouth no expression was shown in his face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: Until you prove you are worthy enough to succeed within your fate and show that you can be the next hero… this torture will endure….

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Blood dripped down from Nerandur’s face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur: HOW CAN I FIND MY FATE WHEN I FIGHT WITH ONLY A HILT IN MY HAND… I AM NOT A MORTAL WHO CAN DEFEAT A GOD!... AGGHH! (the Dunmer wheezed with pain).

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: I am just as mortal as you are Nerandur and at some point all mortals need to die… I need to die, this planet has risen further than I can fly, I cannot keep up with the pace that life travels at anymore… Nirn has become to advanced, my time must come to an end, I will join those I failed to save in the past I will take the next step on from life a far greater step to be on… death… only you can end my life Nerandur that is why I called you, also you must do what I did, defeat any evil that arises within Nirn… but I will not go down without fighting… you will defeat me, weapon or no weapon… I need to reunite with those I loved.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur held the hilt tightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: Fight Nerandur… never give in to fear and weakness, never stop when evil hinders you, as that will only lead you down the path of betrayal… FIGHT ME NOW NERANDUR… FIND YOUR INNER STRENGTH!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur breathed in heavily he closed his eyes… he then opened them, breathing back out Nerandur then charged towards Yargon, Yargon swung his sword towards the oncoming Dunmer, who quickly slid down onto his knees traveling under the Claymore that had been swung towards him, Nerandur smashed the hilt’s end with all his might straight into Yargon’s knee knocking it out of place. Yargon tumbled onto the ground as his dislocated knee gave way under his weight, and as time slowed and Yargon thudded onto the ground a smile merged from his old face, the Claymore clanged onto the ground next to its master and lay there lifeless, until a new hand grabbed onto its hilt, one that had not been felt before, the Greatsword arose of the ground in the hands of its new owner… Yargon watched as the Dunmer feebly lifted his weapon up of the ground, and a slight glimmer of relief hit him as he hopelessly watched the tip of Glass Greatsword charge back down ripping through the air and splitting through his armor and into his chest. Nerandur held the Greatsword in the Redguards chest, still angered and raged he held it there for longer, until he started to realize what he had achieved. Just as the Dunmer started to pull the Greatsword back out The Redguard’s chest, the Redguard spoke..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: Stop Nerandur… *cough* leave the weapon where it is…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur let go of the hilt of the Greatsword and took a few steps back, immediately Nerandur held his wrist in pain as the adrenaline exited and the pain reentered. He looked down at the once powerful Redguard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: You’re destiny Nerandur can now be complete, as my death has finally… arrived. I thank you for releasing me from life… I am sure you will be as prosperous as I was one day… I thank you…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon then started to close his eyes and tilt his head to the side…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur: But what do I do now… why was I meant to defeat you… I am only a petty minor, not a legendary warrior…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon briefly opened his mouth and quietly said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Yargon: Follow… you’re instincts… go where your mind takes you… as you are the one who holds your future in your hands, not I… and someday Elf *cough*… the legend will shine within you… for it shines within… all…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur stared down at Yargon, as he spoke his final words, his lips then sealed shut.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">Nerandur: May you find peace with your family friend…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">The Dunmer then headed back up the path in which he came grabbing a torch on the way, he looked behind at the body of Yargon, small embers arose from his body, gradually more and more rising up and through the ceiling, the elf looked forward again and as he rounded the corner in the cave he hindered his eyes back down into the room where Yargon lay, he saw one last ember rise into the ceiling and the body was gone…