Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140129214229/@comment-24123288-20140129215055

(Get ya towlettes boys. This is gonna be big! :P)

Eilonwyn had run into the depths of the mountain. She cared not for fighting Vidron. He was Corelas’ duty to kill. Tyranil was hers.

She dragged her scythe along the ground as she ran. It screeched loudly as sparks flew off the weapon lighting the way behind her. After some time she noticed a bright orange glow coming from one of the rooms.

''You’re in here aren’t you? I can feel it in my stomach…''

I have no reason to hide.

Eilonwyn burst into the room as Tyranil replied. The first thing that caught her gaze was this large construct made of lava. The heat bothered even her, which was something she wasn’t used to, being a Dunmer and all. Tyranil stood with his back to the entrance of the room. He looked at the floor as he heard the screeching of Eilonwyns weapon get closer and closer. He felt her thoughts enquiring his whereabouts in the recesses of his mind.

''You’re in here aren’t you? I can feel it in my stomach…''

I have no reason to hide.

Tyranil looked up to the wall as the Dunmer burst in. He could sense the apprehension in her. Eilonwyn stood there, shielding her eyes from the glow of the construct in the middle of the room. It was so bright; she didn’t understand how the Shadow Mage stood with his back to her could stand it. Tyranil smirked as he felt Eilonwyns gaze upon his back. He held his arm out and summoned his scythe so the blade swum in the lava.

“So, this is it then.” He said. It wasn’t a question. “Yeah…” Eilonwyn muttered sadly, looking away and holding her own scythe on the ground.

“I’m sorry.” She added. “I still couldn’t find a way to save you.” Tyranil almost smiled as he continued holding the blade of his scythe out, under the lava flow.

“I’ve already said. The Shadows never let anybody leave. Your Breton is right. I’m too far gone.” <p class="MsoNormal">“There is still good in you…” Eilonwyn insisted as she eyed his weapon being infused. The blade was glowing orange. She would bet her life savings that getting hit by that would hurt a lot. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil ignored the comment, noticing his scythe was almost done. He only had to stall a little longer. “Speaking of Nish.” Tyranil paused to add extra weight to his question. “Where is he? What happened to doing everything together?” <p class="MsoNormal">“Tch.” Eilonwyn looked away from the Altmer again.

<p class="MsoNormal">She finally raised her scythe and pointed it at Tyranil. “I didn’t need him to risk his life for me as I get to kill you!” <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil smiled from beneath his shadowy hood now. ''Just a few more seconds…Done! ''

<p class="MsoNormal"> Suddenly and unexpectedly, the villainous Altmer swung his arm behind him, releasing his scythe from the lava. His swing was so forceful that lava trailed out from behind the weapon and was flying towards Eilonwyn at an incredibly fast pace. <p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer gazed in amazement at the lava before she ran out the room and took cover on the wall next to the doorframe. ''Gods…that was unexpected! Okay maybe if I rush in and leap over the lava, I’ll be fine. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn nodded to herself and peeked into the room again. There was a small pool of lava on the floor, blocking the entrance. Tyranil still had his back to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Alright, the pool isn’t that big. Should be easy enough…''

<p class="MsoNormal">With a deep breath, Eilonwyn stood in front of the doorframe. She moved backwards until she reached the wall. Suddenly, she broke into a sprint. She ran as fast as she could and jumped at the last second. Eilonwyn sailed over the lava pool and was now careening towards Tyranil, her scythe outstretched. She swung downwards as she reached the Altmer but, to her surprise and slight dismay he whipped round and blocked her strike with his own scythe.

<p class="MsoNormal">The two weapons clashed and sparks flew from them as Eilonwyn gazed into Tyranils glowing red eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You shouldn’t think so loud.” He stated, sounding bored.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn pulled her scythe away and spun it before planting it on the ground, her hand wrapped tightly around it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hasn’t stopped me before. Why should I start now?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“This is the final fight remember. At least try to be better.” Tyranil remarked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn bristled at the Altmers comment. She didn’t bother to dignify him with a response as she swung at him again. She was swiftly countered however and received a jab to the ribs from the base of Tyranils Scythe for her outburst. <p class="MsoNormal">“Heh…You’ve improved.” He said to her. “However, so have I.”

<p class="MsoNormal">And with that, to Eilonwyn’s great surprise, Tyranil’s scythe melted into a pool of lava, but before it could lose much of its shape, changed into a bright orange bow. Tyranil quickly shot a volley of three arrows from it, seeming unimpressed by Eilonwyn’s swift dodge, and changed his ‘bow’ back to its original form. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn stood a fair distance away from Tyranil; she looked down at the stab wound by her ribcage. Luckily, since Tyranil had a flair for the dramatic, the wound was not that deep and was only bleeding slightly. Eilonwyn breathed a sigh of relief and looked back up at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Impressive.” The Dunmer admitted. <p class="MsoNormal">“And that’s not even the full extent.” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Tyranil swung his scythe vigorously. Two or three drops of lava fell from it, moving slightly for a moment before expanding into Magmamen. All three were armed with lava bows, ready to fire upon Tyranil’s command. <p class="MsoNormal">The lava coming from the Magmamen was intense. Eilonwyn had to shield her eyes for a second to protect herself from the powerful orange glow they emitted. Once her eyes were used to the light, she lowered her hand and ran at the first Magmaman swinging her scythe horizontally. Wishing that Tyranil had enchanted this thing with Ice. <p class="MsoNormal">The Magmaman turned into a pool of lava as Eilonwyn cut it in half. While it didn’t bother the scythe much, it would have scalded Eilonwyn’s feet had it crept mere millimetres further. After a few moments of lying still, the pool of lava flowed back into Tyranil’s scythe, as if it were silently commanded. The other two Magmamen advanced, trying to corner her. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn moved back into the wall as the Magmamen approached her. She looked at both the Magmamen quickly in fear and panic. Recklessly, the Dunmer spun around and swung her scythe at the both of them. <p class="MsoNormal">The two Magmamen fell with the slash, falling into pools of lava like their comrade. However, as these had managed to get closer, the lava did reach Eilonwyn’s foot this time. Tyranil smirked. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn yelled in pain as the lava reached her foot. The material around her boot was instantly seared away and some of the skin on her foot blistered instantly. “Shit!” The Dunmer planted her scythe on the ground and used it as a makeshift walking stick. <p class="MsoNormal">The lava returned into Tyranil’s scythe, ready to be reused. “Something wrong?” was Tyranil’s only response to Eilonwyn’s injury. <p class="MsoNormal">“No…Just fine…” Eilonwyn replied, testing her foot on the ground before quickly pulling it up in pain again. “Crippling me so soon? How fair…” <p class="MsoNormal">“When am I ever?” Tyranil replied. However, he did not strike her down; he simply stood where he was, waiting to see if she would be able to do any more. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn shakily took a step forward and winced as her burned foot touched the ground. Luckily, despite the construct in the middle, the floor was quite cool. The Dunmer breathed a sigh of relief as the stone floor soothed her burn. Slowly she approached the Altmer. She swung her scythe at him in a pathetic attempt at doing him some injury. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil, flashy as ever, blocked the near-harmless swing, causing lava to seep into Eilonwyn’s scythe for a second before retreating back into his. “We both know this will get you nowhere…” Tyranil taunted calmly. <p class="MsoNormal">“I know. But I have to try.” Eilonwyn said defiantly, swinging again, with all her strength. <p class="MsoNormal">Seeing that this swing was more powerful, Tyranil ducked under it, swinging his feet out to sweep Eilonwyn in the process. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyns momentum from the swing sent her right into Tyranils leg and she was knocked off her feet. She slid to a stop when her scythe hit the wall. She stood up, using her scythe as support again and turned around, glaring at the Altmer. “At least give me a chance. Friend!” <p class="MsoNormal">"I had. You could have backed out of this for a couple of weeks now. If I don't kill you, you'll go back into your favourite room again anyways." <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn was visibly disturbed by the thought of going back there. “I’m never going back to that hellhole!” She cried, ignoring the pain in her foot as she ran and swung vertically at Tyranils chest. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil gripped his scythe and held it horizontally as Eilonwyn prepared her swing. Just as she tried to hit him, Tyranil stepped back, just dodging her scythe, and used his own to slam hers towards the floor. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyns arms shook as her scythe hit the floor. She had to hold tightly onto it in order to stop it from falling out her hands. She quickly recovered and flicked her scythe up, spinning round as she did so.

<p class="MsoNormal">He really is going all out!

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil, predicting the attack, stepped back again, this time sending her scythe upwards. <p class="MsoNormal">The momentum tore at Eilonwyns arm sockets as her scythe went upwards. Not wasting anytime, she followed through and spun 360 degrees, stepping forward to reach Tyranil as she did so. <p class="MsoNormal">The second swing from Eilonwyn caught Tyranil by surprise; but she was weakened and the wound across his stomach was much less severe than it could be. Once again creating three Magmamen between himself and Eilonwyn, Tyranil stepped back to heal himself. <p class="MsoNormal">No! Eilonwyn closed her eyes and breathed deep before opening them again. Swiftly she approached the middle Magmaman and slashed through him before stepping back to avoid the lava. She then charged past the other two and swung at Tyranil once more. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil had heard Eilonwyn's mental cry, and took it as a word of warning. In the down time that he'd had recently, Tyranil had taken to learning some more powerful healing spells. By the time Eilonwyn came charging at him, Tyranil's wound was already feeling much better, good enough that he could quickly leap to the side as Eilonwyn's momentum carried her past him. The Magmamen approached Eilonwyn once more, as Tyranil started healing himself again. <p class="MsoNormal">“Oh for…” Eilonwyn threw her arms out as she headed for another meeting with the wall. The Dunmers arms flared up in pain as she collided with it. She quickly shrugged off the pain and pushed herself off the wall, turning round and dodging past the Magmamen. Barely. She dashed towards Tyranil and swung at his right hand side. <p class="MsoNormal">The Magmamen tried to swing their swords at Eilonwyn, but they were a moment too late, and one ended up hitting the other. Tyranil's wound was already almost fully healed, so he quickly picked up his scythe, which he had propped up against the wall, and blocked Eilonwyn's strike, countering it with one of his own. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn jumped back, just narrowly missing getting slashed in the stomach. She couldn’t afford to get beat up as badly as last time. Feeling the Magmamen approach her, Eilonwyn quickly whipped round a few times, slashing with her scythe as she did so. Praying she would hit both Tyranil and the Magmamen. <p class="MsoNormal">The two Magmamen fell quickly to Eilonwyn's flurry of scythe slashes, but she only managed to nick Tyranil's left pinkie finger. He'd always found that the most useless part of his body, anyways. Faking a charge, Tyranil instead hopped to the left, changing his scythe into a set of throwing knives and quickly tossing them all at Eilonwyn, before the lava seeped back into his hands and became his scythe again. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn was surprised by the throwing knives. She had never seen such weapons before…Pushing her curiosity out of her mind, Eilonwyn leaped out of the way, diving and rolling forward only narrowly avoiding having her shoulder tore off. She scrambled to her feet and charged at Tyranil, faking a swing to the right; she swung her scythe to the left at the very last second. <p class="MsoNormal">The lava materialized into Tyranil's scythe just as Eilonwyn swung at him. Despite the fake, Tyranil blocked her swing, as all he had to do was move his blocking scythe a short distance. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyns scythe collided with Tyranils and they entered a stand-off. It was clear that she was frustrated with this situation. She threw all her weight into her weapon in an attempt to push Tyranil into the construct. “Give this up!” She pleaded. “Let me kill you so that you can be free from these shadows!” <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil shoved Eilonwyn off with his scythe. She was weakened, so it caused him no trouble. "If I am within the shadows in life, why would I be free in death?" <p class="MsoNormal">“Because there is still some good in you!” Eilonwyn insisted again as she recovered from being shoved off. <p class="MsoNormal">"Good, bad, it's all just labelling. The Shadows take who they will." Tyranil sounded oddly calm. After he was finished with his half-philosophical statement, half-taunt, he charged at the recovering Eilonwyn with a diagonal slash. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn fell back and landed hard on the floor. She scrambled away from the scythe wielding Altmer and held her own across her body in a defensive stance. “Then, you were weak for letting them!” <p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, so they gave me strength." Tyranil again summoned three Magmamen, but this time they were meant as more then cannon fodder. They spread apart and closed on Eilonwyn from three sides. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn quickly sprang to her feet and slashed at the three Magmamen in turn. She was forced to back into a corner as they perished to avoid the pools of lava. “But you don’t need the shadows for strength! Look at us! We’ve stopped you at every turn!” <p class="MsoNormal">"There is always more to be gained." Tyranil morphed his scythe into a staff this time, shooting a beam of lava, similar to Vidron's staff. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn was taken by surprise by the beam of lava rushing towards her. She rapidly dived out the way again, leaping over one of the lava pools. She winced as her blistered foot cracked on her landing. “Not everything is about strength!” <p class="MsoNormal">"Perhaps not, but it's one of the only things I have..." The staff morphed back into a scythe, absorbing the lava on the ground in the process. "... so might as well use it." <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn ignored the Altmer. The time for playing around was over. It was time for him to die. Taking a deep breath, the Dunmer again charged forward and rammed her shoulder into Tyranils waiting block. She was trying to push him into the construct again. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil pushed back against Eilonwyn's charge. His block faltered slightly, but he quickly steadied it. The scythe handle itself wasn't very hot; only the blade was bestowed with searing heat. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn sweltered under the heat of Tyranils blade. With a yell of determination, she pushed with all her strength. But alas, the Altmer seemed nigh on immoveable. She could feel herself slipping as her stance continued to weaken the longer she struggled with the heat. <p class="MsoNormal">With some effort and a good shove with his scythe, Tyranil managed to push Eilonwyn off, and while she was still stumbling slightly, quickly followed up with a horizontal slice. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn stumbled back as she was shoved away, the blade of his scythe scratching her lightly across the stomach. However, the skin around the wound melted and burned instantly upon contact with the blade. She fell to her knees, crying out in pain, one hand held there, hovering over her new wound, the other on the floor, keeping a tight hold of her weapon. <p class="MsoNormal">Upon inflicting the wound on Eilonwyn, Tyranil should have felt victorious. However, he was torn, somewhat. On one hand, he did manage to turn the battle greatly in his favour. On the other, he'd hurt his friend. The latter won out, but not by much. "Are you ok?” he asked, still somewhat cautious in case this was a trick. <p class="MsoNormal">“N-not especially…” Eilonwyn wheezed, wary and on edge herself.  Her knuckles were white she was gripping her scythe that tightly. <p class="MsoNormal">"Here, need some help?" Tyranil let go of his scythe in one hand, which he quickly filled with the glow of a healing spell. "I'm no healer, but I know a little..." he said, casting the healing spell on Eilonwyn. It was a rather weak spell, but it would fend off some of the pain and the risk of death for a little. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn moved her hand away from her stomach as the spell enveloped her. She watched as the cut magically vanished. The burns were still there, but the pain had eased down for now. She clambered to her feet, planting her scythe on the ground again. “Y’see, this is why I don’t understand you! This is why I think there is hope for you in death!” <p class="MsoNormal">"Because, where you and I see a friendship, the shadows only see an alliance waiting to be broken..." <p class="MsoNormal">“Then ignore them!” Eilonwyn pleaded, moving her scythe into a more defensive position, ever watchful. Ever wary of the power of shadows. “You don’t have to do this!” <p class="MsoNormal">"Every favour must be returned, and the shadows haven't ignored me in the past." Tyranil kept his scythe down for now. "Killing you would bring me great pain... So please don't make me." <p class="MsoNormal">“I can’t very well do that can I?” Eilonwyn said with a hint of sadness. “You need to be stopped.” She hung her head, sighing. “And stopping you is what I have to do…” <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil sighed heavily, and slowly lifted his scythe, though it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. If he were any other person, he'd have shed a tear. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn once again tightened her grip and prepared herself for combat. It was clear to see that she was regretful, but this had to be done. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, holding her scythe out towards the Altmer, ready to strike or block at a moment’s notice. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil again summoned a set of Magmamen, but this time 5 instead of three. Two ran straight at Eilonwyn, one went from the left, one went from the right, and one actually created a bow and shot an arrow that looked like a bolt of lava at her. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn quickly deflected the lava bolt with the blade of her scythe. She looked to either side of her and backed away until she was almost at the wall again. Dreading this next move, she slashed at the Magmaman advancing on her right, cutting off its arm and causing it to drop its sword before she took a step behind her, to avoid the lava its arm left behind, and whirled round, striking the Magmaman on her left. <p class="MsoNormal">The Magmaman whose arm was cut off didn't even seem to care, and the pool of lava shortly became another arm on the unholy creature. Using its new arm, it slashed horizontally at Eilonwyn, while the archer shot another bolt of lava, this time at her head. The Magmaman who Eilonwyn had just killed dissolved into a pool of lava, and now the two in front of her tried to pressure her into it. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn foolishly used her scythe to stop the more dangerous threat on her life. That being the lava bolt. Then, even more stupidly, she moved her elbow to protect her side from being slashed by the Magmamans sword. She groaned and cried out again as she was cut in the arm, gaining another burn. Angrily, she bashed the Magmaman who had attacked her arm in the face with the blade of her scythe before turning it and slashing across his head. Then, she backed up to avoid the lava pools as best she could, still facing pressure from the three remaining lackeys. <p class="MsoNormal">The archer readied his bow, aiming again at Eilonwyn's head. The other two Magmamen split up, pressuring Eilonwyn against the wall, allowing the archer a clear shot. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn held her scythe up to her face again, preparing to block the shot. She was ready and willing to block as many as it took. Her back was pressed against the wall of the room and her gaze never left the Magmaman preparing to shoot her. <p class="MsoNormal">The archer kept his aim trained at Eilonwyn's face. At the last second, however, he jerked the bow down, and the bolt of lava went flying at Eilonwyn's stomach. <p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer smirked. Her little fakeout plan had worked and she easily knocked the bolt away with her blade, sending it flying into the Magmaman pressuring her on her right. <p class="MsoNormal">The Magmaman would have died if the bolt that hit him wasn't made of the same liquid he was. The soldier merely absorbed the bolt, and his sword grew an inch or two longer. He now used his reach advantage to swipe high with little risk, while the archer shot low again. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn focused as much as she was able, blocking the bolt with the blade of her scythe once again, she also used the pommel of her weapon to pin the Magmamans sword to the wall. This pinned her for a few seconds as well. She used those seconds to look at Tyranil, determination lighting up her eyes. <p class="MsoNormal">As the Magmaman desperately tried to pull his weapon from the wall, the archer aimed at her foot, and the other Magmaman, whom she had seemed to forget about, also tried his luck at a swipe. Tyranil met Eilonwyn's gaze with a heavy heart, but kept watching. He appeared to be calm, despite his actual feelings. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn flicked the base of her scythe outwards, disarming the Magmaman and striking it in his side, staggering it for the moment. She ducked down to avoid the strike from the other Magmaman and swung the blade into its back. She dodged forwards, coming off the wall at last, to avoid the pool of lava left behind. Since she now had room to move, the Dunmer didn’t stop. Being an archer herself, she knew a constantly moving target was harder to hit. <p class="MsoNormal">The Magmaman's remains were once again absorbed into Tyranil's scythe, the lava flowing through the air narrowly missing Eilonwyn. The disarmed Magmaman morphed his left hand into a sword, as he had no need for it anyways, and held the newly-made weapon in his right hand. The archer tried killing Eilonwyn with its arrows, but she moved too fast. Even in the past 5 or 10 minutes, the mediocre Magmaman had become a decent archer. Tyranil, seeing that his archer needed a little help, morphed his scythe into a pair of chains, and started swinging them one by one nearby Eilonwyn; the searing heat combined with the strength of the makeshift whips would certainly cause a good amount of pain. <p class="MsoNormal">“Bastard...” Eilonwyn muttered to herself, quickly running directly towards the sword wielding Magmaman. It slashed at her but the Dunmer quickly avoided it and gave a slash of her own across its chest. The creature melted and the lava stayed there in its little pool for the moment. Now, only faced with two foes, Eilonwyn turned and darted towards the archer. She was quickly stopped however as one of the chains managed to wrap itself around her arm, causing quite an intense amount of pain. <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil, with a surprising amount of strength, lifted Eilonwyn off the ground using the chain and slammed her back down. The archer moved towards her grounded body, ready to shoot her in the back of the head. Now was Tyranil's moment to shed his tear. <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn cried out as she hit the floor. Her wrist was now badly burned as well. Even Dunmers can’t resist lava forever it seems. She groaned and rolled onto her back as the archer approached her, bow aimed directly at her face. She tried scrambling her hand along the floor to grab her scythe, but her arm was just yanked back by Tyranil. She tilted her head back and looked at his upside down frame. She never saw him shed a tear. “At least end it yourself…” <p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil sighed heavily, and motioned for the Magmaman to hold his fire for the moment. He was almost on the verge of crying, but he hoped his voice wouldn't give it away. "To kill you myself would be the last thing I would ever want to do..." <p class="MsoNormal">Eilonwyn rolled her eyes. “C’mon, it’ll be better saying I died to the greatest of foes I’ve ever fought, than dying to some poxy Magmaman…” She ended with a pained chuckle and was silently praying this plan would work. <p class="MsoNormal">"You're dying to an aspect of Vidron. I'd say that's close enough..." <p class="MsoNormal">“Please…” Eilonwyn begged, letting tears well up in her eyes. “At least grant your friend a death worthy of being sung in Sovngarde.” She gave another pain filled laugh. “Well, I’d care about Sovngarde if I was a Nord...” <p class="MsoNormal">"I do not wish to grant my friend any death... Besides, death by me is the worst way to go in terms of Sovngarde..." Tyranil let out a forced chuckle. <p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, I don’t know…” Eilonwyn mused, moving her head forwards so she was looking at the ceiling of the room. She winced occasionally as the chain bit into the flesh around her wrist. “Death by Mudcrab might be slightly worse…” <p class="MsoNormal">"And here we go, chatting away... I really do wish it could stay like this." Tyranil let out a slightly wobbly sigh. "But... if you give me no choice, I suppose I must comply..." Keeping the chain that was currently grasping Eilonwyn, Tyranil summoned a blade on the end of the other chain. <p class="MsoNormal"> “Damn…” Eilonwyn whispered, slightly saddened that her plan hadn’t worked out. She did notice the wobble in the villains sigh however and she turned her head to look at him once again. “It’s okay to cry y’know?” She said her own voice wobbling. She was too tired to hide it. Thoughts flew loudly through her mind of her Breton, of the future she will never have. “Th-there is no shame in it…” <p class="MsoNormal">''Sorry Nish. My love.''

<p class="MsoNormal">…Promises are made to be broken…

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil heaved another heavy sigh, before starting to sob quietly. Trying to stop, he hardly managed. Deciding that he might as well kill Eilonwyn in his traditional fashion, Tyranil started spinning his bladed chain above his head. Eilonwyn just looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and Tyranil looked back likewise. Pulling down his hood for the first time in about 20 years, Tyranil's face was revealed to be ghostly white, now greatly contrasting his rather long and messy flock of jet-black hair.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I'm sorry...” he whispered, before swinging his bladed chain down towards Eilonwyn.

<p class="MsoNormal">In the last second, Tyranil changed the chain into a large scythe, and its momentum carried it into Eilonwyn's stomach. They were both sobbing uncontrollably by now. Unfortunately for the both of them, the stab didn't kill Eilonwyn. Tyranil thus pulled the scythe out, and stabbed her again, this time aiming for her head. His scythe hit its mark this time, and Eilonwyn died immediately, her last thoughts being of Nish. Crying even harder, Tyranil managed to collect himself enough to summon a set of Shadow Soldiers and order them to carry the two lifeless bodies to wherever Nish was. The group of Soldiers were confused until Tyranil morphed his large scythe into a sword. He spun it around, before stabbing himself straight in the heart. He gasped for a few moments, only capable of shallow breaths, before he fell to the ground, dead. The sword and chain dissipated into the air. The Soldiers now understood their task, realizing it would be their last, and picked up the two lifeless bodies, beginning to carry them outside.