Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140812154057/@comment-3293219-20140814103223

It didn't take Mona and Cyrus long to devour their breakfast and when they did, they looked around and noticed the lack of people in the inn. Due to the gradual growth in vacancies, they hadn't noticed until now but... They were almost completely alone...

Both Mona and Cryus knew what they wanted to do next but their goals were somewhat conflicting as Mona wanted to go and find Diana, whereas Cyrus just wanted to get out of there. After, what felt like an eternity, Cyrus gave in and agreed to accompany Diana as they followed her trail...

Cyrus was no tracker but the heavy rain over the last few days had made the ground so muddy, that you could see the footsteps of anyone who had been through this area since and Diana and Alex were human beings, so they obviously left a more perminant trail, due to their weight and walking habbits.

The two of them continued to tail them, hoping that they hadn't gotten far...

-

Niall slowly awoke, groaning a little as he did so and the room slowly blurred into shape. He knew where he was, the creaking of the wood, the smell of the damp, the hint of rotting flesh, which still clung inside his nose, even after he'd left this hell hole...

He was back on the Tempest, only this time he wasn't in his cell, he was in a chair, strapped in. The Dunmer tried to reach up and rub his eyes but his arm didn't even budge. His restraints rattled as he resisted them, getting his attention and causing a sharp sting in his abdomen, from where he was panicking.

''Shit! ''He thought, yanking away at the restraints and making the whole chair rattle.

Shit, shit, shit!

Where was he? Some kind of torture chamber? Or... Worse?

It was as if on cue that the door opened and someone stepped inside, he looked up and saw that it was the pale woman from earlier, looking sheepish and guilty as she slowly and rather elegantly stepped over towards him. The Nord stopped, just short of him and looked him in the face, not saying anything as she just stared, he slightly golden eyes that the Risen have were now fixed on Nial and she gazed at him with a look of longing and regret, as if she was just desperate to cut him free and make it all right.

But that wasn't going to happen, they both knew that...

"Wh-Who are you? Where am I?"

"It's alright..." The woman coed, slowly stepping closer and placing her icy, dead hand on his.

"No one's going to hurt you Niall... Least of all me..."

"You didn't hurt me last time but I didn't like what you did..." Niall pointed out, trying his restraints again as he was desperate to get away from this mad woman. His wrists were starting to hurt from the fiction of his binds, the metal of the chair was sticking in his back, causing him to growl and wince, shaking his head.

"I know... And I'm sorry..." She whispered, leaning over and placing her other hand on his shoulder to hold him still, hoping that it might relax him a little. Though touching him was the last thing you should do, if you want to relax Niall as he isn't the biggest fan of people invading his personal space, especially when it's a half crazed walking corpse who's commencing that invasion.

"D-Did Landyt send you?"

The Nord woman nodded again, seeming even more regretful, her thin, dead black hair had to be brushed aside as she went back to gazing at him.

"Niall... I'm... Going to have to put you to sleep..."

"What? N-No, d-don't kill me, I don't know why I'm here, I don't know what's going on... I don't even know who I am, just please, whoever my family were, I had nothing to do with it! I don't even know them, please!"

He was cut off as the Nord placed her hand on his cheek, the coldness of her sking made his spine stiffen as all seven of his fingers curled. In truth, to say that Niall was uncomfortable around corpses was an understatement and the idea of them getting up, walking around and... doing things to him was just too much to handle.

"I'm not going to kill you... I'm... Just going to put you into a deep sleep, like a coma." She explained, softly, almost sounding like somebody's mother.

"You won't feel a thing... It'll be just like falling asleep."

This obviously didn't make him feel better, a coma was possibly even worse than being dead, what did they need him comatose for? Did they plan to eat him alive, like that other prisoner?

"N-No... I have to get back to Mona, p-p-please... I want to see her again, she's my... She's my friend and I want to know if she's alright... That... Man has her and he's going to... Please! Let me go, I have to stop this, it isn't right! I'll come back and everything, just please let me-" Niall was cut off as the palm of the Nord's hand was pressed against his forehead and his mind was swiftly invaded, he gasped as she touched it and the process began and his rethoric ended with a moan as he slowly lost his senses and lays his head back, closing his eyes as he slipped into the deepest sleep he'd ever had.

Mona...

-

Landyt knew that it had been done, when he asks for something to be done on his ship, it's always done...

Now he was just looking out on the horizon, the air served the same purpose that it always had, pushing his ship forward but the water beneath was now a thick cloud of mist, which his slowly sailed through. HIs milky eyes were now fixed on the horizon as he continued to look out, his large hands placed in the pockets of his coat as he awaited the expected results.

The door to the cell block was opened and his Nord mage slowly slipped out, he turned around and glared at her, waiting for her confirmation.

He got it, a shy, shamefull nod, from his little puppet. That nod caused his face to light up, like a torch as he grinned, bearing his black rotten teeth back at her, to show how pleased he was before he looked back out to 'sea.'

"Lady Empress will be pleased..." He commented, his cold voice was carried, reluctantly by the winds that also carried his vessel.

"Finally, we can dump the little bastard on her and get back to Solthstiem..."

The Mage stepped forward, nodding and sighing heavily as she looked over to him, seeming quite saddened by this, though she knew that it was going to happen, it must happen.

"How will we explain the missing finger?" She asked, nervously to a Captain, who barely looked like he was paying attention as he fixed his gaze ahead.

"Tell her the truth, that mad bastard broke his finger... We had to cut it off..." He replied, sounding as if it was a normal, every day thing but in a crew of rotting corpses, it probably was.

"Two pieces is better than none..." He concluded, slowly looking over to her.

"You've done well, you might make a fine replacement for Mervik, actually..." He replied, half joking as she actually would but in truth, everyone knew that Mevrik was possibly the most powerful mage in Skyrim and back when he was living, he could have been a contender for the most powerful mage in the world.

The Nord glanced away, she didn't like the sound of that at all as the college was the place for her, the idea of being Landyt's henchman sickened her and the worst part is that she'd have to do it.

For his sake...

"I'll set a corse for Winterhold, it's not far out of our reach, so I should be able to drop you off, back at the college."

"Thank you, sir..."

"One more thing..."

"Yeah?"

"That girl... At the inn? Are sure she's the one, not that... other girl, the one that we had prisoner."

The Nord nodded, not exactly looking confident but nobody would dare come to Landyt with a half-truth.

"I'm... P-Positive, she looks so much like her father and has her mother's eye. She's... Definitely their daughter."

"I'll send the Tempest to Daggerfall, next thing..."

The Nord nodded, not really caring what he planned to do with the poor girl once he got his hands on her, there was a number of reasons that he could want her and none of them could be good, especially not for that poor girl. She would normally care most about betraying her former commrades, her friends but in truth, she'd betrayed everyone... He country, her family...

Everyone...

She turned away, this fact echoing inside her head as she slowly shambled towards her quarters, hoping to get a wink of sleep and escape for a few hours before being deployed, back into her miserable, hellish reality.

"Marcia?"

The Nord sighed, eventually she'll get away from this man...

"Yes?"

"Good work... I won't forget this."

Marcia nodded and then turned away, hanging her head and sighing painfully as she slowly shuffled away, hugging herself as she did so...

Neither will I...