Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-10197675-20140605115320

Meanwhile within the blight streets upon where Nerandur lay in soaked and dirty ragged robes…

The Dunmer had fallen once again into the thoughts of his corrupt and crooked mind, whilst he rested his head in the muddy puddle on the side of a street within a town he did not know the name of. He heard a familiar voice. But it sounded darker, and evil ran through it.

Voice: Nerandur?

Nerandur: Who… is that… Yargon?, is it you I can hear.

Voice with a stern tone: No.

Nerandur: What is this voice that repels through my mind, who speaks to me?

Voice: Someone from the past… someone who was… consumed by “goodness” long ago. I have been following you Nerandur, since the day you came upon to this rock.

Nerandur: Why do you follow me?

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: You were the one I saw first, maybe it is your fate and Yargon failed to shadow you from it, HE ATTEMPTED TO RIP YOU AWAY FROM WHAT YOU WERE BORN TO ACHIEVE! But you defeated him… and he failed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: But Yargon wanted me to defeat him, he wanted to die and anyway that never happened for it was a dream.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: That was not a dream Nerandur that was the only part of your life that was reality, the rest of your life was just a minute allusion. Yargon knew that he truly wanted death and then again he knew he needed to vanquish you… but he failed, he was too old and decrepit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: But I heard his voice in my head he..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: But that was just another allusion Nerandur, I am afraid your mind is full of them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: How do I know this is not an allusion then?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: If this was an allusion do you think you would mention that this is an allusion.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: I am not sure…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: Why do you lie powerless and weak Nerandur?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: No one shows… to aid me, I lie dying here, in this town I do not even know of, I do not even know how I got here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: Awake yourself Nerandur, use my power and start to accomplish your goal, KILL all of those who surround you, if they show no help to you, you show no mercy to them.

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: What I am no murderer… who are you?

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">There was then silence within Nerandur’s mind. Thus he started to open his eyes, the Dunmer still found himself in the puddle he had fallen a deep into. He looked around, Men and Mer walked by still ignoring the Dark Elf on the filthy ground. Nerandurs breathing started to unease, as he felt an eternal rage building within him, the unhelpful citizen, guard and noble walked past the occasional glance down at the lower Dark Elf on the ground, only showing disgust and repulsion as they neglected Nerandurs very being. The Dunmers breathing was now abhorrent, as he started to slowly push himself up from the ground, Nerandur felt more rage and anger than he had ever experienced, it was almost as if something foul was hosting his body and controlling his actions. His face screwed up as he stood up on the ground, looking and demising at every one who walked past… Nerandur heard the voice in his head once more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: Kill them all… use my might and skills, for now I GIFT THEM TO YOU…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur then held his hand up and to his surprise a sudden blast of magna blasted out from his hand and into a Noble, the blast ripped through his chest incinerating his heart and propelling him back into the wall, the noble then lay on the ground lifeless with a big gaping hole in the middle of his chest. Nerandur stared at the body and so did the crowd that had gathered around him and for a brief moment there was silence, shock and fear, Nerandurs hand was violently shaking, his veins were lit up orange and bulging out towards his hand in which he had fired the blast. Nerandur looked at the crowd of people staring at him in terror, they then manically started to push and shove through the narrow street, children and smaller Mer/Men fell to the ground being trampled from the fleeing crowd. Nerandur started to then furiously blast magna bolts at the fleeing innocent crowd killing tens upon tens of Mer and Men. Nerandur let out a loud shout as he did so.

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur: RRAAGHHHH!

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The Dunmer felt his adrenalin rushing as his desire for death grew. Corpses upon corpses fell to the ground incinerated and burnt, Nerandur slowly moved forwards treading upon the dead that lay on the ground, as he blasted at the struggling and trapped crowd falling to the ground shouts and screams were erupting out of the old town as the massacre continued. The pavement started to disappear as blood and singed corpses covered it. Nerandur speeded up the process blasting more and more, he entered every house killing every soul within, he ridded every barrack from guards that revolted against his wrath, the Dark Elf butchered every soul he came into contact with, not showing any mercy…

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The death ridden streets rang lifeless as Nerandur blasted the remaining civilians and guards. And as the final corpse fell to the ground the scent of death spread up into the air, the smell of genocide singed every corner of the old town Nerandur found himself in. The Dunmer then briskly made his way out of the town, he lifted his hood up and over his head and his eyes glowed orange as he walked out of the towns gate. As Nerandur walked away from the town he heard a screech, he turned and saw a small girl come out from a house, she must of hid from the horrors. She ran towards Nerandur hoping he could help, but that was the opposite of what the Dark Elf had for offer, the girl tried to grab Nerandurs hand, but Nerandur coldly rejected the small girl’s plea, he knocked her to the ground with one firm push. The girl stared up at Nerandur silently shocked and stunned. Nerandur formally held up his hand aiming it towards the girl, no emotion appeared upon his face only evil twinkled in his eyes, as he then blasted a magna bolt from his hand. Nerandur then turned around and started to walk away into a near forest. He heard the voice in his head once more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: No mercy my apprentice…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur heard voices around him, guards and soldiers were approaching from near camps..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Voice: Disperse into the shadows boy… THEY WILL BE AHUNTIN YOU!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nerandur then swiftly disappeared into the nearby forest, his face still motionless… his thoughts still corrupted…