Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5583506-20140902223505

(From the ashes...)

Myling...

Someone called out to her in the void. She would have known if it was the 'Great Shadow', as Riamide had called the thing chasing after her. But it wasn't.

Myling...

She slowly opened her eyes. She stared down in the darkness of the lake. She was floating face-down. It took her a while to realise that before she began immediately began to move and turned around, gasping for air.

She was looking up at a clear sky. Strangely her eyes weren't hurting anymore, as if the bruises had mysteriously disappeared. If anything, she felt it as though she had just been taking an ordinary both in the extremely cold waters.

She swam to the shoreline and crawled up to a couple of rocks. She would have started to cry again if she had any tears left. There wasn't however and she was still in chock and tried to put things together piece by piece as to what had just happened to her.

The bandit chieftain she had robbed before had returned to pursue a personal grudge. He had punched her and literally messed her up beyond any recognition. She crawled on all four to the blank waters to catch a reflection of herself. She pulled down her scarf to witness the monstrosity behind it.

But when she stared down in the waters she was suprised to see her old self there, looking back at her with the same puzzled expression. Her skin was as fair as it had ever been, her blonde hair was still cut short, although the water had made a mess of it. Her eyes weren't swollen and there wasn't any single trace of bruises or wounds on her. Even her jaw was intact.

She sat down and reflected over everything she could remember. He had been holding her down under water long enough to make her drown, but yet she couldn't feel any water in her lungs.

''What is this? Just what is going on?''

She looked around the enviroment. At the shore there were marks of their struggle, so there was no denying that it had indeed happened. Gastbane was still attached to her back. The bandits had left it alone, but the gold pouches she had stolen from them earlier was gone. Maybe the water had taken them or maybe they had taken them back.

She brushed her knees from the sands of the shoreline and rose up. She didn't feel any pain or anything. In fact, she felt fine. She felt as though she had been taking a long and well-deserved rest and was ready to do almost anything now.

Then she heard some men argue. Further up in the woods there was a faint light shining, probably that of a campfire. She carefully approached and made sure to stay hidden in the fauna.

"You crazy bastard!" said the Dunmer bandit to his chieftain. "You fucking killed her! Now we will have every guard in the hold on our asses! Good job!"

The Imperial raised his shoulders in ignorance. "Calm down, you fuckin' elf! The slaughterfish will have their dinner tonight, then there will be nothin' left of her to investigate, I assure you!"

"You better be right", hissed the Khajiit. "Or else you might want to be sleeping with a dagger under your pillow tonight, hmm?"

Myling couldn't contain her anger towards these men anymore and slowly approached them from the bushes.

The Imperial chieftain grinned at first when he saw some new prey arrive, but his evil grin faded slowly away when he saw the looks on the newcomer.

The Khajiit and the Dunmer seemed to have stopped their bickering and stared terrified at the apparition in front of them.

"I... I... No!" exclaimed the Imperial and shook his head before swallowing hard. "You... you were dead! You both saw me, boys! I swear! I swear that fuckin' girl was dead! How the hell can she be standing here?!"

The Khajiit backed away slowly in dread, only to stumble over a pile of firewood and fall flat on his back, still crawling away from her. "S'rendarr's mercy!"

The Dunmer's grayish skin turned pale. "By Nerevar, this is not happening! I must be dreaming!"

The Imperial drew his sword and pointed it her with a trembling and unsteady hand. "By all the Gods! Go away! Unholy spirit! You will not haunt me! You are dead, you hear me! DEAD! Go back to wherever you came from!"

Myling didn't know what they were going on about for kind of superstition. She wasn't dead. In fact, she felt more alive than ever. But this time however she wouldn't reply with the kind of mercy she was used to show, even to scum like these men. She drew Gastbane, made an impressive move against the Imperial's shaking sword, and quickly disarmed him before burying the blunt tip of the wooden sword straight through his chest.

His eyes flickered in fear. He still couldn't comprehend the situation that a ghost had pierced his heart. "You... were... dead..."

He fell headlong to the ground with a dampened thud. In the same moment as he drew his last breath, the Dunmer and the Khajiit took off in different directions through the woods, screaming nonsense about vengeful spirits and banshees.

Myling wiped the tip of Gastbane off against the chieftain's clothing. Her lost pouches were strapped to his belt. She took herself the liberty to remove that burden of greed from him.

The dead had no use for gold...