Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24123288-20140218120426

(You guys are weird...)

Veneficus had finally spotted it. Upturned earth just outside of the Sanctuary. He hobbled over as fast as he could and scrambled away at it. Digging with his hands, it took the old man several minutes to clear away all of the dirt around a small box. Sweating now and praying to Arkay the Argonian was being truthful, Veneficus pulled the box out of the ground and placed it before him. He slowly opened the lid and sighed with relief. Plentiful amounts of antidote and a mask to protect him from the poison.

Thank the Nine...

The old man wearily pulled himself to his feet and headed down the hill, back to the abandoned home. For thats what it had become once again.

Petra, Mikasa...I know he's lying about the both of you!

He reached the house and placed the mask on his face, regret growing deep in his soul.

''I can't use the antidote inside that Oblivion Hole! I'm going to have to pull them out. ''The Imperial sighed and made his way directly to the basement, ignoring the rotting bodies.

All of them...

Veneficcus groaned, breathing heavily as he walked through the empty sanctuary to the holding cells, where Petra used to be a mere couple of weeks ago. He spotted several bodies almost instantly. Their collapsed forms sillouheted by the orange gas.

Don't...fail me now...Arkay give me strength...

Faram.

Veneficus entered a sort of trance like state as he calmly walked to the rear of the pile of bodies, the bottles of Antidote clinking against each other in his pocket as he moved. When he reached the back, he turned round and raised his arms up in front of him, moving his hands down and then up again several times, looking incredibly stupid.

''C'mon. Concentrate!''

Finally, Veneficus felt the welcome feeling of magicka sparking into action and smiled under the mask as the bodies lifted ever so slightly off the floor. With tremendous effort, he carried them out of the holding cells and into the great hall. His body was screaming at him to stop, but he ignored his instincts and carried on, manipulating the bodies until they were all in a single file. He carried them out the door of the sanctuary, up out into the basement of the abandoned house and up again outside, into the city.

It was there that his body gave out and the old man fell to his knees, panting heavily as he tore the mask off his face. Refusing to give up, he crawled over to Tabith and gave her the antidote first, opening her mouth slightly and pouring a little bit in. Slowly, he did the same to the rest of the bodies before he fell forwards and lay on the ground under the tree still panting heavily. He could barely muster up the energy to breathe, but he had to. He had to know that he saved them.