Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-5735114-20140212023112

(Welp, my hand is just about dead due to homework. What better way to celebrate than kill it again by writing a pie?)

The mages who had studied the Nord before still drew no conclusions relating to the odd magical aura. Reluctantly, the Arch-Mage had allowed the conjurer his turn all by himself. This had lightened the mood of the mage significantly. Now he would get to exercise his own methods...

Talsakr was slowly drifting into consciousness when he heard the door opening. "D-don't... knock... me...", was all he managed to say. He'd been lying on the stone examination table for the better part of three days now, hardly moving due to his bindings, and nearly constant unconsciousness. The few times he'd been brought back to reality was when he was fed, and then he was quickly sent to float around in the emptiness of his mind again. Fortunately for him, the voices had not been around, so he had not dreamed of anything.

This, however, was quite unfortunate for the mages who had studied the poor Nord earlier. The conjurer scanned the Nord up and down. He was allowed to keep his clothes, but it was still clear that, while not the strongest being on Nirn, the Nord could throw a decent punch if he had to. The conjurer closed the door and walked up to the prisoner quietly, staring deep into his hazy eyes, almost as if he was trying to find something there. He apparently failed, as he broke the eye contact a few moment later.

"Can you tell me your name?" Talsakr was surprised by the mage's question, he had expected to be sent into his mind again as he was studied for his 'magical aura'. "Tal... sakr...", was all he managed to mutter out. He had been stabbed a large amount of times in the past few days, losing a fair deal of blood.

The conjurer nodded slowly. "I", he began slowly, making sure Talsakr was listening, "am Eldoril, High Conjurer of this College. Do you know why you're here?"

"Magical... aura...?" Eldoril was surprised to see Talsakr had remembered his brief meeting with the Arch-Mage, what with the constant, almost torturous conditions he'd been through. "And do you know what it is they're talking about?"

"No..." Talsakr was beginning to awaken more thoroughly now, but it would be some time before he would fully recover from his physical condition, and longer still from his mental one.

"Any long-term spells placed on you in the past, perhaps, some hex or curse?"

Talsakr weighed his options to the best of his ability. On one hand, he could tell the mage, but then he might be killed because of his loss of usefulness. On the other hand, he could lie and be studied further. "Cursed... Sheogorath..."

This was just what Eldoril had been waiting for. In a few minutes of questioning, he'd achieved more that his colleagues had in two days of magical study. "What kind of curse? Tell me about it..."

"Madness... voices... spell..."

No! Shut up, you big wheel of cheese!

Eldoril had felt a slight spike in the magical activity in the room, just for a moment. "Did you just feel something odd?"

"Voice... ju--" He was cut off by something before he could finish the sentence.

'Now, when I let you speak again, you'll stop talking about us. Talk about your uncle.'

"Voice just what?"

"S-spoke... told me... not to tell..."

You fu-- Before the first voice could finish his offensive statement, another butted in. Talsakr recognized it as the one from when he'd just been kicked out of Markarth.

'Now, now, let's just calm down... we must find the inner peace, and laugh at clowns and clouds.'

'Take a hike, would you? And get me some tea while you're at it... No... wait... Agh, what was I going to say!? Something about cheese...? Wait, I remember now! This idiotic child is blathering about our existance! Help me stop him!'