Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-3293219-20140501202514

Set cringed and dropped to his knees as the shocks began to eat away at his willpower, he tried to distract himself, by thinking about his sword. It reminded him of Fareed's sword, which had a beautifally carved handle...

The Bosmer could remember it well, the way it looked, every scratch and chip, the way that it effortlessly cut through anything... He could almost... feel it in his hand...

Set fell to his knees, groaning even more as he felt his knuckles get crushed, under something. He appeared to be holding something in his left hand... He opened his eye to find his sword, within his grip, he glanced back up to the wizard to see that he had nothing to do with it...

''Of course... We're in my head...''