Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140610003338

(I hope you don't get too bored, because I want them to all show up again in the next one.  However I do have a totally different RP planned for much later that won't involve any of this.)

Eogan flattered, dropping his fishing rod into the water.

"Well now look what you did." Said his elder brother.

"Where is ma?  And Berezay?" Asked Eogan.

"They're here, Uen..  Back at the house I mean."

Eogan looked hard at his brother, his eyes critical. "That's impossible.  You're all dead.  I watched you die.  I saw their bodies, mother, father, and Berezay.  And I am Eogan now.  Not Uen."

"Don't be ridiculous.  You just had a crazy dream.  And when did you start calling yourself Eogan?"

"No.  This is the dream.  I've got to get out.  Good-bye, Pich." Eogan turned his back on his brother.

"You're not going anywhere." Said his brother, whose voice now sounded exactly like the Dremora that had knocked Eogan out. He tackled Eogan from behind. Eogan rolled over, but his brother stradled Eogan's chest and began to strangle the later.

"Go to sleep." Hissed the monster. Eogan made a gagging sound and reached at his throat. He wasn't the thin, short, weak boy he'd been before the hags had put the Briarheart in his chest. He may have been less than human, but he was more than mortal.

"Get out of my head." Eogan reach out and grabbed his brother's head at the forehead and behind neck. He twisted sharply and with a sickening crunch, the body fell down beside him. Eogan stood up and looked over to examine it, but the body had simply vanished.

"The shit?" A few feet off in front of him there was a bright red glow and a Sigil stone appeared. Eogan approached the stone and touched it. The next thing he knew he was standing right in front of Volarano.