Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-10197675-20140411190507

(The Wind RETURNS…, but really I may be returning a bit more now, I may even be on every night once more like it once was.)

(Previously… (If you forgot…))…)…Nerandur moved onwards, but no drauger he saw and no fate he witnessed and as he was beginning to lose hope a voice whirled and rebounded throughout the cave, it was virtually a deep and almost silent whisper and as it sounded Nerandur’s torch flicked and died, embers gradually swooped onto the ground, and the Dunmer was abandoned in the pitch black darkness. Nerandur’s heart started to pound, as sweat swiftly rolled down from his forehead, silence drew, as the tension mounted, but then right in front of him a set of red eyes appeared, followed by another after another. Nerandur slowly breathed inwards, before gradually breathing out again, unexpectedly he then started to sprint into the darkness towards the eyes, fearing and pondering at what they could be Nerandur aimlessly ran on wafting and shaking his sword in front of him blindly, he felt himself run into a hard object in front and he fell to ground, the groans became louder and the eyes got closer…)

Meanwhile…

Nerandur quickly swiveled his head looking around at the red glowing eyes that stared upon him, he still lay on the ground, defenseless as his sword had disappeared into the shrouding darkness. The Dunmer hopelessly crawled backwards aiming to find an escape, but an escape he could not find, as the groans became louder. He then felt a dead and decaying hand grab onto his shoulder from behind, and as Nerandur started to struggle and attempt to escape the grip of the hand tightened, its fingers shriveled and bent as the Dunmer felt sharp and jagged nails rip open his skin, Nerandur let out a large shout and scream.

Nerandur: AHHHHHHHHGGGHHH!!

But this only made it worse as the hand constricted around the Dunmer’s shoulder with even more force. Nerandur now was frantically trying to get up or scramble out the way, but he felt himself being pinned back down, as more and more rotting hands pushed him down…

Just as Nerandur started losing hope in escaping these hands a dim light entered his vision, and it grew and grew getting brighter and brighter, he then heard a wise voice sound and in the corner of his eye Nerandur saw a robed man charging towards him.

Robed figure: BE GONE FOUL FILTH!

The figure then castered a Repel Undead spell ridding of the dead that stood over Nerandur and as they fled the figure then blasted fireballs at the fleeing undead knocking them to the ground and silent they fell. The Figure then pulled Nerandur up of the ground.

Robed Figure: Quickly we must run, follow me!

The figure then started to run down a corridor lit by the torch he was holding and Nerandur swiftly followed picking up his sword as he did so…