Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20141011161607

Kyrylla said "well, I'll leave you to practice, make sure you can do it in real life!"

"If you can't, well, you'll be the dead one, not me..."

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Felrion saw himself standing on a level plain, perhaps somewhere in High Rock. He saw Sorin, with his skull mask on, wielding the daedric longsword.

His loved ones were all dead, strewn before him, grotesquely cut into bloody, gory ribbons of flesh. Red mists seemed to rise from the battlefield.

Felrion conjured his Shehai and fought the vampire. Taking advantage of an opening, he went straight for Sorin's heart, his black Shehai ready to kill. He never reached it, for he felt his legs seperate from his body, as the unholy black sword tore through him.

A moment later, everyone he loved, he saw them again, tortured by Molag Bal. Those whom he killed came back, as his torturers. He was burning in Coldharbor!

Felrion awoke from his dream, sweating all over. Trembling slightly, he left for the kitchen to get some water to calm his nerves.