Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-5735114-20140101034701

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Tyranil smirked as the spear returned to his hand. As soon as the presence started healing itself, Tyranil knew he could go on the offensive.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…”, Tyranil taunted, as he smacked the Presence’s hand away from its eye with the very tip of the spear. It immediately reacted with a blast of light from its other eye.

Recoiling from the blinding light, Tyranil was now facing a barrage of small fire blasts from the Presence’s hands. His robes catching fire, Tyranil teleported outside the room.

As if by magic, the Presence knew exactly where Tyranil was and slowly walked to him, considering him weak and broken.

As soon as it walked out the door, the Presence got sliced across the face. It quickly ran back into the room.

Smirking, Tyranil dissipated his scythe. He had just enough time to hurriedly put out the fires on his robe and summon his scythe by the time the Presence showed itself.

Now wielding the spear, Tyranil taunted the presence by walking towards it slowly as it had done to him, only to glance around the room and find it empty. Quickly turning around, Tyranil was staring straight into the eyes of the Presence, one lit up brightly and the other dim, a long gash cutting diagonally across its face.

Almost instantly, Tyranil’s body went limp as the Presence’s influence took over him. Waking up in his hometown in the Summerset Isles, Tyranil looked about to find a note by his feet.

“The Thalmor’s axes were sharper than your wit, Tyranil.”

Tyranil slowly backed away from the note, to terrified to wonder how he got here in the first place. Eventually backing up so far that he was on the edge of the street, Tyranil tripped on a loose rock and fell backwards, into the open door of a house. Standing up and turning around to look at the interior of the house, Tyranil saw a message written on the far wall.

Walking closer for a better look, Tyranil stopped nearby it, and stared at it for a moment, anger now bubbling within him.

''“Tyranil,  so eager to find what he has no hope of grasping… ''

-A”

Running back outside the building, Tyranil summoned the spear. “Is that so!? Face me like a man, you coward!!” The presence materialized before him in a burst of lava. You’re more the fool than you seem…

As soon as it sent that thought, the Presence felt itself being stabbed in the stomach by the spear. Pulling it out, Tyranil walked closer to the Presence, which was now lying on the ground, grasping its stomach in pain. “You’d better watch who you call foolish…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil suddenly found himself lying on the ground of the room he was in, the Presence looming over him. He didn’t let onto his consciousness for now, and the Presence appeared to think it was still in his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tyranil suddenly broke the stillness in the room with a quick stab from the spear that punctured straight through the Presence’s heart. Grasping its chest, the Presence began casting its fire beams again, but Tyranil was ready for it this time. Summoning a Shadow Soldier to block it momentarily, Tyranil readied his shadow hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just as his soldier was destroyed, Tyranil threw the spear at the Presence. Hitting its mark straight between the eyes, the spear obediently returned to Tyranil. Smirking, he walked over to the Presence, lying on the ground just as its mental aspect had.

<p class="MsoNormal">Holding up the spear, ready to stab the Presence for the final time, Tyranil decided a taunt was in order. “Calling me foolish is the last think you’ll ever do”, was the last thing the Presence heard before the spear impaled its head, and touched the ground on the other side.

<p class="MsoNormal">As the adrenaline began to wear off, Tyranil’s exhaustion began to show. Grabbing the spear, he flopped down on one of the beds, holding the spear tightly in his sleep.