Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24280666-20140603215309

Ferrin felt odd. His power seemed to have left him. He snapped his fingers, but nothing ocurred. He attempted to simply read Ella's mind, but that power eluded. "By Hircine's shit..." he swore as he attempted to create fireballs. Nothing. Absolutely no Magicka at all. It was all gone. Hard, isn't it? said the voice in his head. "No. It's some trick. I-I need the Magicka. A voice in my head can't take it. Nothing can." he whispered. Oh really? Nish responded. Ferrin attempted to create a flame in his finger, but to no avail. He could not use any magic. None. It was as if he had suddenly lost the ability to even think of it. "What in the seven hells?" he asked himself, quietly. ''No magic, no life... ''Eilonwyn mocked in his mind. Ferrin looked in his pocket and drew out 10 pieces of gold. "A room please." The barkeep took the gold and pointed to a room to his left. Ferrin stood up and waved to Ella. He walked over to her and pulled up a chair. "Somethings... wrong. I... I can't help. Anyone." Ferrin said slowly, as if he struggled for the words.