Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140702211836/@comment-24449631-20140706210925

Rowan couldn’t believe it.

It was all so surreal. So impossible.

The floor was hard and uncomfortable, so rowan quickly scrambled back up and looked around. Careful, as to not alert nearby lesser deadra.

“Mara preserve me… Where have I gotten myself into now.” Rowan whispered to himself.

He hurried over to the black book and picked it back up, and held it close to him. It was after all his only way out of here.

“Ok… Ok… Now… How do I find what I need to know.” Rowan said to himself as he looked around, the only thing he could here were his footsteps and an eerie wind.

The nord reached a stack of books, also black and with nothing on the cover.

Do I read them one by one? He wondered as he reached out for one of them.

But soon he retracted his hand again.

No… That’s not how you do it… He looked away, but felt his eyes roll back to the stack.

''But… What could be inside… Just a peek couldn’t hurt, could it. ''

“No!” He snapped.

“Focus… Focus on the goal.”

“On Manja…” He sighed. Feeling he had just stopped himself from stepping off a precipice.

He backed off and walked the other way. Whole archways filled to the brim with books. But no way to find what he was looking for.

Rowan quickly turned back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who’s there!”

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">No response.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just the eerie wind.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan felt his heart starting to pound in his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">It felt as if he was being watched, or was he just getting paranoid?

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">“How long have I been searching? An hour? Ah.. Maybe two?” Rowan seemed to have no recollection of the passing of time.

<p class="MsoNormal">It frightened him. And he felt his courage drop. And the temptation to pick up any random book becoming greater by the second.

<p class="MsoNormal">But he couldn’t give in. He just couldn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, I just… I just need to sit down for a minute…” Rowan decided as he went and sit back on the uncomfortable black stone ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">His silk cloth felt like it was going to fall off again until he suddenly heard a little chuckle.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before he could do anything else, he quickly stood up and readied himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello!? Someone there?” He yelled.

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">No response.

<p class="MsoNormal">Am I going crazy? Rowan scratched his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">I need to get out of here… Sorry I just… I can’t stay here another minute!

<p class="MsoNormal">A cold shiver went down his spine.

<p class="MsoNormal">''The book… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He realised he didn’t have the black book with him anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Where is it! I could’ve sworn that I had it. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan started to panic.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ok… Did I drop it?” He pondered as he bit his nail.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I need to go back. Find it! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He quickly ran the way he came. Or at least… he thought he came this way.

<p class="MsoNormal">All those black books and archways. They all looked the same.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait… I haven’t been here before. Have I?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan felt himself getting severely frightened.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Come on! I had it with me… where is it! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He frantically started to rummage through his pockets, even though they were too small to keep the book, he had just become that desperate.

<p class="MsoNormal">To no avail.

<p class="MsoNormal">He was lost in Apocrypha.

<p class="MsoNormal">But just before he would tumble himself to the ground, and start to cry. Rowan heard the chuckle again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">It echoed through the halls in front of him.

<p class="MsoNormal">He listened carefully.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello, Is someone there?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Solmavril?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Anyone?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">He followed the voice through the rows of books.

<p class="MsoNormal">For all he knew it could’ve been a trap by some monster, but he didn’t care. It was the only thing that kept him going for now.

<p class="MsoNormal">He kept following the voice through the maze of books and forbidden knowledge, still tempted to stop and check out the nearest book. As with every book he passed he could see the words: Manja, Skyrim Or Nirn materialise on the cover from the corner of his eye.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Focus… Rowan… Focus…” The weary Nord whispered to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">Until finally the voice ceased. Somewhere on a junction, near a pool of acid-like ink.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello?!” Rowan started to get desperate again, perhaps it ‘was’ all his mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">He slightly shook his head and bit his lip as he started to think of the possibility of never leaving this place.

<p class="MsoNormal">Until suddenly he felt the most horrifying gaze he would ever know pierce right through him.

<p class="MsoNormal">From the acid pool behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal">‘It’ arose.

<p class="MsoNormal">A huge black mass with giant tentacles and a large golden eye with impossible iris hovered right behind his back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan slowly turned and came face to face with Hermaeus Mora, Deadric Prince of Knowledge.

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