Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140830223540

As night descended upon Skyrim. Myling slowly opened her eyes as she heard the noise. It wasn't a fluke. She knew what was out there. She got up quickly and peered out in the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of the evil which stirred within. The voice from the Void seemed to be stalking her every footstep and slowly, but surely encircled her, following her every movement.

All the animals had gone eerily quiet and all that could be heard was the creaking of the trees and the howling of the wind. Myling drew Gastbane from her back and readied herself for the worst to come.

And she had been right. Without further respite a wraith revealed itself from within the shadows and lunged at her with claws as sharp as a dragon's teeth and with eyes glowing red with dread. It's face was concealed by dark shades as bottomless as the very Void itself. Myling parried its attack and drove the wooden sword straight through the evil spirit, banishing it from Mundus forever in a flash of white light.

More wraiths followed however and pretty soon she was surrounded by them. They swarmed at her and tried to grab her with their claws in an attempt to drag her into the whatever unknown they emerged from. She resisted them as furiously as she could, as she banished them one by one, hacking at their shrouds with Gastbane.

One of them swept over her, taking all her body heat with it and leaving her as cold as death itself. She fell to the ground on her knees, shivering and freezing. Incapacitated to move and to defend herself against another attack. From the darkness of the night hands freed themselves from the shadows and grasped her ankles, dragging her along the ground towards the shadows from which they had come from.

"You escaped my clutches once, little Myling", said the disembodied voice. "But now you are mine. Your soul belongs to the Void!"

''I escaped its clutches once? ''she thought. ''I belong to it? ''

Myling did not know what the voice was talking about. But she had no wish to spend one more second thinking about what would happen if the hands managed to drag her all the way to the Void. She struggled and eventually managed to free her ankle from the hands. She grasped the hilt of Gastbane and fought of the remaining wraiths.

When they were all banished a chilling shriek could be heard from within the darkness. The anger of a fearsome beast which hadn't been fed. The shadows seemed to slowly crawl back and fade away, and the forest night returned to its normal state. Soon crickets were playing the symphony of the evening in the tall grass and somewhere an owl hooed.

She returned Gastbane to its place on her back. She had survived yet another night.