Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140702211641/@comment-3293219-20140706165211

Set continued to lead his group through the wilderness, until they reached the dirt road, everyone was in stunned silence as they turned left and headed north, up the Silver Road. Pol and his Imperial companion just looked away, unable to look at him, not so much out of disgust but out of fear, they hoped that by pretending that nothing was going on, it would make it a reality.

Tyler saw things differently…

“So… You plan to do that to Lilith one day?”

“Fuck off…” Set just grumbled in response, not even wanting to look the ‘fuck up’ in the face as he stormed down the road, the others ran along behind him, like a bunch of children or a spouse, who was trying to keep up with someone when they were severely angry.

“Look, maybe we should turn back…”

“Maybe you should shut the fuck up before you end up losing every last one of your teeth…” The Bosmer seethed, not even looking over his shoulder as he continued to storm along the road, coming past the charred remains of Crovenhoft inn.

Good riddance…

Tyler just scowled and shook his head as they continued to tread along the road, Pol looked over his shoulder to see the black, smouldering ruins of Crovenhoft Inn. He heard stories about the raid there and he remembered seeing a huge cloud of black smoke rise to the sky from the distance but apart from that, he knew little of it.

Set wasn’t paying attention to anything but what was on his mind and that was obviously Julie, still angry at what she did to him. He risked everything to save her from Aratius as she pretty much gave herself to him, probably fucked him a few times, whilst they were waiting to arrive or perhaps she was rehearsing her lines for her big stage performance.

Could she be lying about the pregnancy? Just an effort to get him to come back and give her another chance or feel obliged to help her? He wouldn’t put it past her at this point, that whole dramatic fit that she threw pretty much smacked of her usual attention seeking attitude. The Bosmer just sighed and looked up, noticing that he had long since passed the cave, where his brother, sister –in-law and Maria.

Maybe Julie was right, maybe he should have gone back to Maria, she loved him, she told him herself, she tried to kill herself, because of that and yet… She was guilty of the exact same thing, running off and getting herself hurt or worse, all in an effort to hurt him make him ill, depressed, heartbroken. Most likely for attention…

“Set…”

The Bosmer’s spine straightened and he looked up, prompting everyone to stop, just short of him.

“Wh-What’s up?” Pol asked as he was confused by the fact that he stopped so suddenly.

“Did you hear that?”

“Go to your right…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I didn’t hear anything…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What did it sound like?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is it close?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shut up!” Set snapped, putting a stop to the voices.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The answer to all of your worries lies to your right…” The voice whispered, it was a woman’s voice, which sounded familiar but he couldn’t place it. He looked over to the right and set off, prompting everyone to chase after him as he stormed through the wilderness, trying to find the source. The voice kept on coaxing him as he wandered through.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s it Set…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer continued to storm through, wondering what on earth could be calling him, he was about to find out. Be burst through the bushes, stopping just short of the giant statue of Namira, which sent a shiver down his spine as he recalled the first night he spent in this place.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Namira?” Tyler asked, looking over to Set.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why’d you bring us...”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set raised his hand, cutting him off as he stepped closer to the statue, stopping in front of her and looking up, looking the Daedra in the face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why’d you call me here?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I have been watching you for some time… Watching everything you’ve tried to hold on to decay and fall apart in your hands…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, glad that the shittiness of my life can help someone get off!” Set snapped, making everyone feel uneasy as he was the only one who seemed to be hearing her.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Daedric prince of decay merely chuckled, it didn’t sound natural, a forced laugh to make him uneasy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I can feel your hunger… Your desire to protect those around you, your hatred towards yourself for failing to do so…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer just frowned, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes as he didn’t even want to dignify her with a response, even if she was being a bitch about it, she had a point.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Set… Your blood runs dark and diseased… You didn’t ‘escape’ my blessing, you just kept it dormant within you and I can unlock it again, giving you the strength and power to protect your town and lay waste to the threat which is soon to oppose it!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What threat!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">''“You don’t know? There is a man, who proclaims to be the King of Morrowind and soon he shall set his sites on you and your people… Especially the one you call ‘Lilith’…”''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah? Well if he tries it, he’s a fuckin’ dead man!” Set snapped, unfolding his arms and seething at the statue as Tyler, Pol and the Imperial stepped back, drawing their weapons.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s gone mad… He’s gone mad he has!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I knew it, we couldn’t trust him! Namira or not…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set turned around, to see Tyler’s crossbow aimed at his face, Pol’s mace drawn, and the Imperial’s sword as well. They were going to slay him on the spot…

<p class="MsoNormal">“They are but a burden… Here to slow you down… I can help you, make you strong… Make your people strong…”

<p class="MsoNormal">As Namira finished speaking a familiar presence could be felt in his hand, he looked down to see that he was holding the sword of Pestilence, only this time it had morphed into the shape of a katana… The black acid, which ran down the blade dripped on the grass, slowly turning it black, the Bosmer raised the sword to his face, admiring its hideousness for a brief moment before lowering it back to his side.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he grew more and more infuriated by Tyler’s betrayal, the grass began to die around his feet, a small black circle of dead vegetation amassed beneath the souls of his boots, slowly spreading, blighting the land around him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyler fired his bolt, he didn’t even mean to, his finger slipped out of fear and released it; sending it straight into Set’s shoulder and making him stagger with his eye shut. He didn’t make a noise or even flinch, he just gazed at the bolt as he slowly opened his eye, bring his hand up to pull it out before turning back to his scav team. His eye was white again and his eyepatch began to glow red as the intense laser in his eye built up behind it and he began to grin.

<p class="MsoNormal">The scav team’s shrieks could be heard as Set slaughtered the lot of them, one by one, their bodies heavily scarred and burned by the acid on his blade, which cut deep as he butchered them and devoured their flesh…