Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140708165409/@comment-3293219-20140714155614

Agatha continued to pace through the wilderness, returning to the cave to regroup with her allies. She could still be of use to them, providing healing spells, use her destruction and conjuration to keep any enemies at bay. She wandered through the trees, enjoying the mountain air as a breeze hit her and she slowly strolled through the wilderness, trying to block out what was troubling her.

The Witch eventually reached a clearing, stopping to get her bearings, slowly looking around at the environment as she tried to remember which direction the Silver Road was on. She could, of course, transform into a bird and get a bird’s eye view but the idea of finding it on her own didn’t seem that unpleasant.

Suddenly Agatha began to feel unsettled, the air around her was beginning to feel… cold… It wasn’t the weather either, the animals had sensed it to and the birds had stopped singing and had since vacated the area. Something was amiss; the Breton could feel it, slowly creeping up on her…

The air felt cold and clammy, kind of like she was perceived or like those husks that she could create, she could feel it, getting stronger and stronger. It was a major strain on her psyche, making her feel uneasy, most would run and hide, like there was a fear effect in the air and yet, there was nothing to be seen…

As she scanned her surroundings, with her eyes, she began to notice that the sky ahead was turning grey and it could be her imagination but the trees were turning… darker… like they there dying.

“Ag…tha…” The voice was gruff, yet had a hint of softness behind it, though it was mostly dominated by the malfestation which was the most noticeable aspect. The Witch spun around and found that she was face to face with a milky eyed dead man, whose other eye seemed to radiate a small but intense red light. After taking a step back, Agatha saw that the man was Set and he had returned, either voluntarily or involuntarily to Namira’s embrace.

“S-Set… What’s happened? Has Namira claimed you again…?”

“I think that we both know what’s claimed me…” The Bosmer seethed, drawing his Sword of Pestilence and hovering it by his side.

“Madness?” The Witch asked, folding her arms and gesturing to the corrupted sword, which hung by the Bosmer’s waist, dripping its acidic tar onto the vegetation beneath it, causing it to sizzle, corrupt, turn black and die off…

Set glanced back to her and narrowed his eye, who was she to speak of madness? A woman so power hungry that humanity was a distant memory and what did she want this power for? Surely it wasn’t for her loved ones as she had none and he found it hard to care that she would care about them if she did. It wasn’t for knowledge or the greater good, so… what?

“Whatever motivates you now, this must end! You’re destroying everything!” Agatha snapped, taking a step forward in defiance as Set’s glare narrowed, raising his sword.

“I’m protecting something… Two things, my lover and my… her child. I don’t give a fuck what happens to this shithole or you or anything or anyone else! I’ll destroy everythin’ I have to, to make sure that they’re safe!” The Bosmer snapped, slowly raising his sword and pointing it at Agatha, with a murderous glint in his dead eye.

“Startin’ with you…”

The Breton swallowed clenching her hands into fists, getting ready to attack the undead abomination before her, if he tried anything.

“Set… Let me help you…”

Set’s eyes widened, somewhat taken by surprise at the fact that she was still offering to help him, even after all he’d done, all he’d destroyed and corrupted. Agatha stood, hopeful that he would reconsider and see sense.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sure…” Set sighed, slowly lowering his sword and letting the acid dribble off the tip and sizzle on the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like you helped us before!” He snapped, lunging forward and swinging his sword across, finding it blocked by a ward, which held the blade back but still, the acid sprayed off, passing through and splashing all over the Witch’s robes. She seethed as she felt the black tar burn through her robes and irritate her skin, seething and shaking her head as it did so.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-Set, this won’t help Eilonwyn or her child, you know that… I implore you; listen to me before it’s too late! I can help you, I can help you both, ensure your safety but you have to stop this!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Blighted Knight just paused, glaring at her for a brief moment as if he was actually considering her proposition before he reached up and closed his faceplate, slamming the mouthpiece shut.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Liar…” He seethed, before hacking at the ward again and again; the daedric artefact weakened it with every strike. Agatha stumbled back a bit with each strike, trying to dodge the rain of acid, which fell on her robes and armour. As Set went for another power swing, she dropped the ward and swapped it for a powerful force spell, which knocked the Bosmer off of his feet, knocking him onto his back. She used this as her chance, not wanting to take any chances as she blasted him with her powerful destruction spell, which had been known to cause weak people to explode upon it hitting them, reducing them to ash and cinders.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set rolled out of the way, growling as he did so before he scrambled back up to his feet and charged in, drawing his second sword and doing a horizontal slash with it, which Agatha jumped back and managed to avoid before he thrusted his blade of Pestilence forward. The Breton didn’t see it coming as she had only just hopped back and the tip of the blade ran into her stomach, leaving a two inch deep stab wound in her stomach, which was festering with the black, corrupt acid, which practically coated the blade.

<p class="MsoNormal">Agatha gasped in pain as she stumbled back, clutching the stomach wound, which was now bleeding, somewhat heavily. She gave the Breton a slight snarl before blasting him with a lightning spell to knock it back, which shot through his whole body before she knocked the Sword of Pestilence out of his hand, with a telekinesis spell, knocking it spinning through the air and knocking it to the ground, where it began to bubble and fester as it corrupted the grass beneath it.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Breton had him now, blasting him with a fire spell, which he skilfully dodged, by twirling to the side and slashing at her. Agatha was not at all flexible as she was over two hundred years old and so the sword hit her, just beneath her ribs. If it was the Sword of Pestilence that hit her, the effect might have been fatal, so she had that to be thankful for but now she hand a half an inch deep scratch across her ribs. Which caused her to cry out in pain as she went wobbly on her feet, clutching the wound in agony as knees trembled and she fell on her knees, barely supporting herself with her hand, her arm trembling under he own weight. As she doubled over, panting heavily, the Bosmer ran up to her and kneed the Old Breton in the face, causing her to cry out and fall onto her stomach, clawing at the grass as she made her way to the nearest tree, where she rolled over, sitting up and propping herself up as she saw that Set was slowly approaching her, holding his normal Katana in his hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Witch’s breath had been reduced to a faint wheeze as she looked up to him, looking up to him with her frail, shimmering eyes, looking like a frail old woman for the first time ever, a pitiable object. The Blighted Knight wasn’t capable of pity, never mind sympathy for a woman who once tried to help him, in fact, she’d left him to die, the first time they met, so this was practically returning the favour.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-Set… You… Have… To…Stop this…” The Breton panted, gasping a little in between each word as she lowered her hands to her sides. The Bosmer just ignored her, turning around and walking away; to retrieve his sword of pestilence, hoping to do something that The Master, Vulon, Vidron, Dufont, Telemachus, Aratius, Mefalu and Tyranil had all failed to do at some point or another, eradicate Agatha Tira.

<p class="MsoNormal">Though, like the aforementioned, he underestimated her, assuming that she’d go down, without a fight. The Witch, using her last ounce of magicka, conjured something in her hand, a small orb, like that seen in the Soul Cairn, which she fired across the clearing. The orb exploded and turned into a shimmering, purple flame-like ball, which revealed a humanoid figure, whose features were slowly revealed as he materialised. His mad cackling could be heard long before, however and he was incredibly eager to get to work.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the…?” Set seethed, picking up his sword and turning to see an incredibly pale, sickly looking Breton, with red eyes and fangs. He giggled and cackled jumping up at the Bosmer and knocking him to the floor, sniggering and cackling as he clawed at his face, pinning his hands to the ground. The Blighted Knight growled in frustration as he looked up at the cretin, seeing the dark bags beneath his eyes and his black, greasy hair, which was stuck to his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Let me go, f-fuckin’ cur!” Set snapped, some of his old anger emerged, mixing with that of the demon within him…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Breton just cackled before spewing a black tar-like substance, much like the one in the Sword of Pestilence, except it was sticky, rather than acidic. The Bosmer growled in disgust and frustration at his vile being, throwing his head forward and smashing his faceplate into the Breton’s nose. The creature cart wheeled back and jumped several feet into the air, hiding in the trees, to escape Set’s wrath as he scrambled to his feet and swiftly looked around.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come out and face… me…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set stopped as he saw the purpose of this, that mad Breton was just a distraction, so that Agatha could slip away, a fact that caused him to writhe with frustration as he slowly began to look around for either of them, hoping to take his frustrations out on whoever was closest at hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come out, madman!” He demanded, raising his sword, ready to plunge it into the creature’s heart.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the trees above and the Breton hopped down, brandishing its fangs and flying straight into the sword of pestilence, which Set held up, chopping the Demented Daedra in half, separating him from his joy department. The two halves flew off in different directions and landed with a thud on either side of him before dissolving to nothing and returning to the soul cairn…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer didn’t waste time watching the vile fiend disappear, he turned around and looked back at the trees, seeing the blood trail, which seemed to vanish as soon as she left the clearing.

<p class="MsoNormal">He tightened his grip on his sword, seething at his misfortune as he drove it into the ground and huffed in anger at his own stupidity.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Agatha materialised into a crow again, stumbling and staggering through the wilderness, clinging to every tree she passed as she fought her way through, clinging onto life as she felt her body get weaker and weaker. She was running on fumes, no, she’d been running on fumes for hours now and the fumes had completely depleted, along with her will and drive to preserve herself.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Witch fell to her knees, slowly gasping and exhaling a drawn out wheeze, which ended on a groan as she felt herself slipping away as the world around her turned to black.

<p class="MsoNormal">As Agatha passed out, she noticed that some footsteps were approaching, though she was too exhausted to even register them as footsteps at this point.

<p class="MsoNormal">Two robed figures stopped at her broken body, staring down with some interest at her sudden appearance. The looked down at her, with their purple eyes before looking to eachother, wondering if she was…

<p class="MsoNormal">Her.

<p class="MsoNormal">The two of them parted company, splitting up as one of them headed back to Underland, to inform their Queen and the true ruler…