Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-3293219-20140119143609

(Finally done... I hope this was worth the wait.)

[] Nish’s eyes began to burn as his vision slowly turned red; he slowly lowered Eilonwyn’s hand on her stomach and stood up, heading towards the front door. He pushed the door open, swinging it back with such force that it smashed against the wall behind it and slammed shut again. He watched as several group members and the town guard fought J’dharjo at the centre of the town, where the ruin that, only a few hours ago, was the chapel, stood.

He drew his blade of woe and his orcish dagger, Nish was the only walking towards the fight as everyone else was running away, hoping to preserve themselves and their livelihoods. He watched as several guards acted as reinforcements but J’dharjo just cut through them like a hot knife through butter. Despite seeing the chaos, Nish was in no hurry, almost as if he was savouring this rage inside him as if it made him stronger by the second. He knelt down and took a dead guard’s bow and his arrows, before approaching the battlezone.

Corelas had fired a lightning bolt at the creature but it didn’t seem to do anything, the werelion just shook it off and knocked him out of the way, knocking the altmer to the floor. Corelas was starting to consider using the spear, it seemed that hope was becoming more scarce by the second… he needed reinforcements.

He looked up and saw Nish walking towards the battlefield. Even from a distance, Corelas could see that something was wrong… his stance, his manner just overflowed with confidence or eagerness.

The werelion looked up and saw Nish as he approached, the werelion’s eyes seemed a lot more human upon seeing the Breton, it had been waiting for this chance for so long…

Nish stopped and stared into the creature’s eyes… it was like a challenge on it’s own. The beast inside J’dharjo’s soul clawed to lunge out, almost like Nish’s rage but J’dharjo held it back, the longer he held it back, the stronger it got.

They circled around each other as Corelas crawled away, no longer knowing which one he feared more… The two of them let their eyes do the talking, to blink or look away was to give in and lose the fight already.

After a few moments, Nish redrew his daggers as J’dharjo readied his claws. The two of them lunged at each other but Nish knew that an attack from J’dharjo’s lion-form would likely kill him, especially in his current state. The Breton dived out of the way, grazing his elbow along the floor on impact and sliding on several paving stones. Not the most elegant of moves but it served its purpose… The lion’s hulk-like body was incredibly difficult to turn and it was open to an attack. Nish used this to his advantage, jumping up and plunging his daggers into the creature’s back, pulling them down to inflict as much pain as possible on the creature.

The werelion roared in fury as felt the pain in its back, it reach over its shoulder and grabbed Nish’s arm, slamming him into the floor. The creature rested its foot on the breton’s chest, digging the claws on its feet into his, stomach, wound and causing him to scream out in pain. The pain was so intense that it was almost like being impaled again, he quickly relived every moment that he spent in that cave.

The werelion, suddenly, roared out in pain as Corelas shot it in the back with a lightning bolt, causing it to stumble forward. Nish, now free, crawled over to the nearest building he could find and propped himself up in the doorway.

Need… potions… He crawled inside, hoping to find anything that could heal his wounds…

Corelas paced around, impressively twirling the spear around and eventually getting into an appropriate stance. The elegance that the altmer used when wielding the weapon, implied that he had, had training in using it before. The werelion turned to him, hearing the spear cutting through the air…

[]“The spear of Bitter Mercy…” The werelion said, identifying it. “How I’ve longed to own it again…”

Corelas didn’t pay any mind to the mad beast’s ramblings… “Enough! Die already!”

He threw his full body weight into his first strike, this was a mistake, as the werelion slammed both of its fists onto his back, knocking the altmer to the floor. The werelion wasted no time, it leaned forward to devour its prey, aiming for Corelas’ throat for an instant kill. However, the beast underestimated Corelas, the former-thalmor was better trained than those foolish guardsman that the werelion cut through, so easily. Corelas placed a hand over it’s nose, having to drop the spear in the process…

The werelion didn’t notice, or if it did… it didn’t care…

<p class="MsoNormal">Corelas’ left arm was free but his dagger had been sheathed on the right side of his waste, he couldn’t reach it, without giving way. The altmer, thinking quickly, pressed his thumb into J’dharjo’s eye socket, putting pressure on it. Though the eye had been lost, long ago, J’dharjo still cried out in pain and his grip on Corelas weakened as he pushed, harder and harder into the khajit’s eye. It made the mistake of removing one of it’s hands (paws?) and shielding it, allowing Corelas to grab for his dagger and jam it into the creature’s other arm. Corelas grabbed the spear and roll away from the beast.

<p class="MsoNormal">He stood up, twirling it in a different fashion, before taking a different stance. The beast had spent the entire time tending to its wounds, pulling the elven dagger from it’s arm and throwing it to one side. Corelas swore that he heard it laugh as is stood up to face him, clenching it’s fist and roaring at the top of its lungs. Corelas stood, like a rock as spit and bits of food, most likely human flesh was sprayed all over his face and robes. After receiving the insult, Corelas calmly raised the spear and began to yell in a form of battlecry, he ran forward and thrust the spear forward. Corelas’ aim was off and the spear arched over the creature’s shoulder. J’dharjo used this to his advantage, driving his claws into the altmer’s stomach and causing him to cry out in pain. The creature wasn’t satisfied with the single blow and it dug it’s claws in deeper and deeper, hoping to hit a vital. Corelas stamped down onto the werelion’s knife wound, it took a few stomps but it finally gave way and retracted it’s claws to tend to the wound.

<p class="MsoNormal">Corelas could feel his body failing as he fell to the floor, landing hard on his elbow and sending a shockwave up his arm. He crawled away, leaving an easy to follow blood trail as the blood flowed out of his stomach and leaked onto the floor. The front of his robes had turned red as the blood soaked in and a long trail was made, going down to his knees. Corelas continued to crawl, hoping to reach a house that he could use as shelter but someone must have moved it since he last looked… it was now a million miles away. It seemed to get further away, the more he glanced up at it. The door, which was now his focus got smaller and smaller, almost as if the werelion was pulling it away from him to crush his spirits.

<p class="MsoNormal">[]He rolled over onto his back, spitting some of the blood in his mouth to one side as the werelion stood over him. It didn’t look much better than he did. It slowly prepared to feast, savouring the moment…

<p class="MsoNormal">Korina… I fai- I fa-

<p class="MsoNormal">Before Corelas could finish that thought, it lunged forward but it never reached him, instead it whimpered in pain as it was shot in the neck with an arrow. It staggered around, wrapping its hand/paw around the arrow, trying to pull it out, it eventually managed to but another was fired into its back, not long after. It quickly deduced that it was under attack.

<p class="MsoNormal">J’dharjo spun around to see Nish running towards him, he leapt into the air, taking the creature by surprise. The Breton sunk his daggers into the creature’s chest, twisting the blade of woe until it got deeper into the beat’s chest, hopefully damaging a lung. The werelion flailed its arms as it fell down, Nish still clinging onto its chest by the daggers that had been forced into the creature’s flesh. Nish pulled the daggers out and stabbed it again, causing the creature to roar in pain and scratch out at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">He stabbed down again, almost like a praying mantis, repeatedly driving the daggers down into the beast’s chest. Causing more pain every time… the creature got weaker and weaker and eventually it began to transform into J’dharjo, his form frail and weak under the immense pain that Nish had inflicted on him.

<p class="MsoNormal">J’dharjo, out of fear lashed out at the Breton, clawing down his face and leaving a large cut. Nish grabbed at it, believing that he had lost his eye as the whole area was incredibly painful. Nish no longer wanted J’dharjo to die… he wanted him to suffer, he turned around, snatched the khajit’s throat and slammed his fist into his face, repeatedly.

<p class="MsoNormal">I

<p class="MsoNormal">/slam

<p class="MsoNormal">Hate

<p class="MsoNormal">/slam

<p class="MsoNormal">You!

<p class="MsoNormal">Nish continued to beat on the khajit’s face, his punches were strengthened by his rage, the beast inside him lingered for blood… no, for lives.

<p class="MsoNormal">In many ways… they were the same.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nish could feel J’dharjo’s cheek bones and nose break under his punches but he continued to strike, slowly losing the joy of revenge… the thrill of the kill… hitting this khajit, beating him to death had almost become systematic.

<p class="MsoNormal">[]Several of Nish’s friends, comrades, even his wife, who was using Lilly as support had gathered around as he continued to beat on his victim. Most of them looked disturbed…

<p class="MsoNormal">Snap…

<p class="MsoNormal">/slam

<p class="MsoNormal">Out…

<p class="MsoNormal">/slam

<p class="MsoNormal">Of…

<p class="MsoNormal">/slam

<p class="MsoNormal">It!

<p class="MsoNormal">NISH! He stopped, noticing who’s voice it was, he looked around to see Manja looking over him. It was at this moment that Nish noticed the pain in his hand… he looked down to notice that it was badly swollen, he tried to move his fingers but it hurt to do so. The Breton must have broken every bone in his hand on the Khajit’s face.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked over at J’dharjo… his enemy, no his friend was almost dead, Nish began to choke on his own tears as he backed away. Looking around.

<p class="MsoNormal">I… I have to get out of here…

<p class="MsoNormal">He ran off into the abandoned house, the seal himself off from the rest of the world.

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