Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140717145533/@comment-3293219-20140717152007

Set's body lay at the center of the room, his mouth slightly open, allowing the last trails of vapour to leave his lungs and disperse in the atmosphere. The door slowly opened, revealing a younger Bosmer, in a long, dark coat, with a very thin, shaved hair line. Jaryl immediately felt the deathly aura that his brother’s body emitted. In both shock and a sense of urgency, he dropped the armful of potions to the floor, letting them shatter on impact as tiny shards of glass and liquids of every colour flew up into the air and fell back to the ground, slowly spreading along the tiled surface.

The Bosmer ran over to his brother, looking down on his pale, lifeless face and seeing his Wife, losing it by his side, his own heart sank in recognition as he felt his legs and arms go weak at the sight of it. As the hopelessness got to him, he fell to his knees and grabbed hold of his wife, slowly pulling her in, her face buried in his chest as he gently whispered false assurances in her ears as he looked back at his brother's corpse, through a shimmering filter, due to the tears, that were building up in his eyes.

He gently clawed at Isis' hair as he felt his arms tremble, crossing his face and choking on his tears as he buried his face into the mound of red hair on top of her head, finding himself unable to look at the body any longer.

The two of them missed the small blue/purple, wavy energy, which began to emerge from Set's mouth. It slowly ascended up to the ceiling and passed through it.

Both halves of the lover’s souls intertwined, slowly dancing in the sky. Due to the fact that it was day time few people could see it as it passed overhead as it was heavily camouflaged by the blue sky above. The energies of the the scarred Bosmer and his tortured Dunmer flew across the province of Cyrodiil, passing over the cave, which was now a hollowed out, abandoned ruin, Crovenhoft Inn, which was little more than a smouldered remain of the ‘glorious’ inn that it once was and Camp Alessia, which had never looked so bleak and barren in its short existence.

The Souls continued to glide through the air, crossing the Skyrim boarder and slowly descending on the city of Falkreath. They found their source, using their homing instinct to return to their host so that they could become tangible again.

They dropped from the air, flying over the many Fallen and Underland soldier corpses as they scoured the battle field, looking for the Dunmer that would house them. The two souls hit Julie, like a tidal wave, causing her to stumble as she slowly felt the part of her soul that had been taken from her during Agatha’s ritual circulate throughout her body and regain its place.

Due to the fact that they were still bound together, Set's soul remained inside her, stored away, with her own soul... She could feel the Bosmer’s presence, locked away, deep inside her own heart, where slumbered.

Set Oakvale was finally at peace and free of Namira's control...

