Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140604150022/@comment-3293219-20140605200126

"Now... Listen carefully, Champion. I am willing to let you and your repulsive nord go, for a small favour..."

Why do I get the feelin' that this 'favour' ain't gonna be that 'small'...

Namira chuckled slightly as he began to see an image, projected before his very eyes, like it was all he could see. It wasn't like watching a projection, it was like being a projector.

"You see this?" She asked, showing Set a sword, that he instantly recognised as Maria's sword.

"This... Thing has been a thorn in my side for so long now and Meridia has chosen a champion capable of wielding it. Her champion will not undo everything that I have worked for, I must reclaim my hold over this world and its people! The sword and the one that wield's it, must be destroyed!"

Set gasped, knowing what that meant... He longed to feel his body, so that he could emote.

''N-No... I won't kill Rie! F-Fuck you!''

"I'm not giving you a choice 'Set'... You can either kill 'Rie' willingly or I'll just take control of your body and do it for you! The difference is that a willing servant will be rewarded..."

''Again... Fuck you...''

"I'll give you some time to think about it, perhaps you'll like the gift that I have bestowed uppon you..."

Which is?

"You'll soon find out..."

Namira's presence faded away, he was alone in the dark as he slowly felt a strange feeling enter his body. Not life... But something like it...