Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-5735114-20140218194540

Talsakr, despite his inability to control his body, still slept and dreamt.

This time around, he found himself in an unfamiliar location. Without understanding why, he felt great joy. Taking a glance around, he saw he was in a heavily forested region. By his guess, it could be Falkreath Hold, but he'd never been to it, nor any other forests. Looking down, Talsakr saw he was standing on a small pile of bodies with one foot in a triumphant pose.

Surprised and disgusted, Talsak fell back, and tried deperately to slide away from the mangled remains of four or five bodies and the blood and detached limbs that surrounded them. However, he was shortly stopped by a tree, and couldn't take his eyes off the dead people. He didn't want to pay much attention, so he didn't even bother trying to determine the races of them.

About to stand up and try to run off, Talsakr heard a familiar voice.

"More this time, hmm?"

The man in the odd garb returned. The multicolored robes he wore looked like they could have been decorated by a three year old, as it just appeared to be one splotch of paint above another. However, the three year old that could have decorated his robes would have had to have a great affinity for the color red.

"I... I didn't do this!", Talsakr said after a pause, hoping it was true.

"Now, we both know you did. The weapon's still in your hands, for Nirn's sake!"

Now looking at his hands, Talsakr found that they were suddenly covered in blood, and in his right hand, was a bright-red shiv, still dripping with blood. He should have wanted to drop the shiv right then and there, but Talaskr liked the weight of it in his hand. Despite his presumed recent actions, the fleeting feeling of joy came back to him as he slowly stood up.

The odd man smirked.

"See? It was you!"

The joy receded again, and Talsakr once again found himself disgusted at the dead bodies a few feet away. However, he still pocketed the shiv, in what he suddenly realized were tattered and bloodstained rags. The rags slowly became red around the pocket, as they absorbed the blood, and the odd man's robes gained a new red spot that mimicked the spreading one on Talsakr's rags.

After another silence, Talsakr once again began to speak.

"What... are you...?"

"Why, that's simple! I'm my grandfather's grandson! But, also...", he said, his voice becoming hushed and very cheerful, "...your bloodlust."

Talsakr refused to believe the last part of the statement. "Crazy old hermit...", he said, walking away.

After a short walk through the forest, lasting only about five minutes, what appeared to be a theif came up to Talsakr and asked him to hold a particular piece of stolen gear. He was shortly stabbed in the throat, as was the hunter that followed him, and Talsakr sat down, leaning against a tree, with shaking hands.

"You see...?", the voice drifted out again, seemingly from nowhere, yet everywhere at once. "You can't resist a good kill..."

Talsakr continued to deny it.

The odd man walked out from behind another tree, and this time, Talsakr's denial made him angry at the odd man for accusing him of being a killer. As soon as he stopped walking, the old man found himself with a shiv in his neck, thrown moments ago by Talsakr.

"You see...?", the voice now whispered in Talsakr's mind. "There is no escape!"

Talsakr awoke with a start, causing the voices to grumble all at once, apart from one, who was chuckling softly.