Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-3293219-20140602192914

3 Months Prior
Sigard…

The Skaal murmured as the voice echoed inside his head, calling him away from the first dreamless sleep he’d had in months.

Sigard…

Every night was the same scene, just from different perspectives, usually the perspective of a Nord. The scene was a battle, which had taken place here long ago but he had no idea when or why. Being a Skaal, he was pretty sheltered from the Vidron crisis and the industrialisation that followed it. He knew nothing of Vidron and his armies and Tyranil. He would assume that they were just dreams, his imagination running wild but the Altmer’s black robes still lingered inside Red Mountain, wrapped around his skeleton.

The Nord’s dreams were hounded with the memories of this battle, not his memories but memories of those who witnessed it. He dreamt about nothing else and his mind had been obsessed with it for the last three months…

Courtney had stuck by him but she was never supportive of his pursuit as he grew more and more obsessed with Red Mountain and the battle that transpired there. The Dunmer threatened to leave him, several times and every time he gave a disinterested ‘uh hu…’ as a response.

Courtney believed that getting him away from this cursed place was the only way to free him; it was like he was under some sort of spell. He woke up at 3AM, every day and then he’d obsess over it some more for the rest of the day, pacing around as he began to examine more and more of the ruins of the Red Mountain base. Refusing to say what he was looking for.

However, tonight, he got up an hour later than normal, like the demon that had hold of him granted him a small mercy of an hour’s lie in. He got up and shuffled around, wandering through the narrow hallways of Red Mountain, clumsily bumping into columns as he found himself grumbling about the stupidity of the base’s architecture…

He finally shambled into the great hall, where Corelas fought Vidron, the final resting place of Tyranil…

The Nord wandered over to the center of the room, following the voice…

Sigard… That’s it, just a little closer…

The voice was deep and menacing and it echoed throughout his head, he didn’t recognise it from his dreams as it was the only voice that was absent…

The Nord was like some sort of a zombie at this point, he lacked any of his own thoughts or feelings as they had been oppressed. The entity had spent the last three months building up a powerful psychic link with him and now, he was little more than a pawn.

The Nord reached up and wrapped his hands around a torch, which still burned after all these years. He pulled it down, ignoring the sizzling sound of the hot metal burning the skin off of his hand as he made no effort to break his grip. Whether it was Sigard’s determination or his ‘Master’s’ lack of care for his wellbeing, the Nord seemed far more interested in activating the mechanism, than he was in his own well being.

Finally the switch locked in place, it clicked, then it clunked and then the cogs turned behind it as the ancient mechanism got to work. It immediately caused the entire mountain to shift in recognition, almost knocking Sigard off of his feet. To Sigard’s surprise, the mechanism caused a ring, the stage, where Vidron made his last stand at the center of the Great Hall to open, revealing a stairway down to the bottom.

Sigard swallowed, hard as he paced around it, looking down into the dark depths of the Mountain, gasping in awe. He grabbed one of the torches and began to step down, deeper and deeper into the bowels of the Mountain…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-36.0pt">That’s it… You are so close…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord stopped at the front door, which was a large stone door, with a skull painted on it. There were two slits, in the eyes, where a red light shone through, surrounded by mist…

<p class="MsoNormal">Reach out…

<p class="MsoNormal">Sigard raised his trembling hand; only just noticing how badly burned it was, from when it had made contact with the torch. The Skaal hovered it over the door, nervously pulling back as every nerve in his body urged him to, begging him to reconsider touching this door. It resembled that of a Dark Brotherhood sanctuary, it was dark and sinister and it whispered in his head…

<p class="MsoNormal">Sigard finally broke through the shackles of his fear and fell against the door; his hand caused the door to resonate as it responded to his touch.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yes…

<p class="MsoNormal">He watched as the door opened before him, letting a large cloud of smoke came pouring out, hitting the Nord and causing him to cough and splutter, forcing him to bring his arm to his mouth as the smoke faded, revealing the foul creature that dwelled behind the large door.

<p class="MsoNormal">The being was a Dunmer, his eyes were shut and he was slumped over, seemingly dead. He sat on a throne, heavily strapped to it by chains that held him bound to it making him a prisoner, even in death.

<p class="MsoNormal">Come closer…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Skaal looked around; he was so tired, so exhausted and crazy from what this thing had done to him, he just wanted it to end. He knew that no matter what was in store for him, there was no going back…

<p class="MsoNormal">He shuffled forward, as he approached the being, his thin legs wobbled as he put pressure on them as he was barely eating enough to keep himself alive. His eyelids were heavy; his hair was thin and wispy…

<p class="MsoNormal">Good…

<p class="MsoNormal">Before Sigard could react, the chains flew up and wrapped around his arms, he looked from side to side, with a panicked gasp as the Dunmer in front of him still lay, lifeless.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wh-What’s going on!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer didn’t dignify him with a response. It sent another chain, which wrapped around his forehead, pulling back on his head and forcing him to jerk it back and gaze up at the ceiling, finally seeing where the red mist had come from.

<p class="MsoNormal">Above him hovered a large cloud, which engulfed the upper half of the chamber with a red mist, which slowly circled above his head as it slowly began to descend, its descent grew more and more rapid as it homed in on its target.

<p class="MsoNormal">“N-No, p-p-p-lease!” Sigard called out as the smoke forced its way into his nose and mouth, entering his body through his nasal cavity and throat. The Skaal screamed in both fear and shock as the mist entered his system, his throat was burning, like he was sipping a refreshing glass of lava and his nose throbbed, like it was going to burst open.

<p class="MsoNormal">C-Courtney… Sigard thought, with his last bit of sentience before this too was claimed by the red mist.

<p class="MsoNormal">His iris’ began to change, from their usual colour to a dark red and immediately began to glow as the Nord’s mind was overridden and the fallen vampire lord took control.

<p class="MsoNormal">The last of the mist entered Sigard’s body, extinguishing the last few flickers of his sole and replacing his terrified look with a dark grin as the demon within began to chuckle…