Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24123288-20140728204812

Lianne tossed and turned in her bed, having a fitful 'sleep'.

If you could call it that.

~The Mind of Loss...~

The Bosmer peered around, she was in the middle of the woods and it was incredibly foggy, making it extremely difficult to see her own hand in front of her face. Whispers swirled around her as she walked, growing louder the closer she got to a group of shadows in the distance...

What appeared to be small shadows grew in size the closer Lianne shuffled her way over to them. The Bosmer looked around fearfully, craning her neck to look at the giant shrine stood before a large table littered with dead bodies.

One body was moving however...

Lianne never noticed the person moving. Her gaze was transfixed on the statue before her. The whispers grew in volume. Spilling into a tidal wave of shouts, yells and cheers as they urged the young woman to kneel in prayer.

What choice did she have?

Lianne obeyed the voices, sighing in relief as they finally grew silent. That relief was short lived however, when a harsher, more female, yet crueller voice entered the young Elfs mind.

''"Lianne..." ''The voice whispered, surprising the half breed.

How do you know my name?

''"I am a Daedric Prince. I know everything..." ''The voice continued to whisper.

''Oh gods. Why are you talking to me?''

"Your family owe me a soul, Oakvale..."

''Wh-what? We do not! ''

''"Oh, yes. You do. I was promised your fathers soul Lianne..." ''Namira chuckled as the mist cleared away around the moving figure, revealing Set fulfilling himself on the corpse of a male Nord. "But your damned mother interfered and he was lost to me. Gone into Aetherius where he's enjoying his time with Miri..."

Lianne ignored the brash attempt at getting a rise out of her. She didn't know who Miri was anyways. She wasn't her mother...

Lianne took a few shaky steps forwards, reaching out her hand and swallowing back the vomit that stung the back of her throat.

"D-dad?" She whispered nervously, shrieking and stepping back when his head snapped forwards to look at his daughter. His eye was pure white and his skin was pale. Paler than hers.

"The Blighted Knight..."

"Yes. He was a good Knight...Such a shame he was taken from me."

''You're owed a soul right? Why not take my mothers?''

"She has another debt to pay, child. Besides the deal was for either Sets soul." Namira paused, relishing in the despair as Set launched himself at his daughter, pinning her down and snarling in her face, jaws snapping since he was eager for a more...fresh meal.

Lianne woke up with a loud scream, panting and sweating heavily as she found herself alone in her room, Namiras final two words still echoing in her mind. Rocking her very soul.

"Or yours..."