Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-24123288-20140107010223

(Done! :P)

The Tyranil she stabbed merely flinched for a moment, then disappeared in a puff of smoke, only to reappear behind her and take a slash at her before disappearing for good.

Eilonwyn had tried to block the slash from the Tyranil she had attacked, but her reactions were dulled due to her exhaustion.

Tyranils scythe caught her in her sword arm lightly. If his scythe were a normal weapon, it would have barely left a scratch. Yet Tyranil is a cruel Altmer. His Scythe was sharp.

Eilonwyn dropped her sword as the scythe brushed her arm. She screamed and screamed as the serrated tip dug into her flesh, creating a wound deeper and more painful than all the rest. The Dunmer fell as she clung to her arm, getting the makeshift glove covered in blood.

Eilonwyn winced as the echoes of eight Tyranils laughed at her, both inside her head and out loud. It was deafening to the poor girl. As well as highly embarrassing.

This is harder than I imagined it to be…

Yet…

I c-cannot fail.

''I must NOT fail! ''

''I h-have to ke-keep on going. Not for Agatha or Corelas, not for my friends…''

No…

I must survive so I can see him again!

Eilonwyn shakily stood up, picking the Daedric longsword up once more. She took a deep breath and stood still, sword hung at her side, held by her injured arm. Blood dripped onto the blade and ran down it, congealing into a small puddle on the floor as the Dunmer continued her thoughts.

The eight remaining Tyranils looked at her in unison.

“Oh? Still up for more are you?” They all asked her.

Eilonwyn ignored them as best she could, trying, despite her current predicament, to focus her mind onto her memories of him.

''"I was thinking... if you like Daggerfall, living by the sea..." ''

"Do you think that we should build a house, by the sea? 

''With a small pen to keep livestock and grow crops. Erm... not in the same pen, that clearly wouldn't work but you know... Enough to feed ourselves. ''

''Maybe build a little house on the side where Tobias can grow old? ''

You know... like in that dream that Dunlammus made?" 

''"Minus the curtains." He quickly added. ''

''Eilonwyn smiled and quickly kissed him. ''

''"I thought you'd never ask!" She laughed quietly. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">''<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"But definitely minus the curtains!" ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">''<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"And the beard..." He muttered, looking around. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">''<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Want to do something exciting?" He whispered ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Define exciting.." Eilonwyn muttered, intrigued. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">''<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Nish drew a lock pick and circled it in the air. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">''<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Like skipping the bill on our room?" ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">  

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">Tears welled up in Eilonwyns eyes as she remembered her Breton, only just now realising how much she actually missed him…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">The Tyranils continued looking at her. Oddly allowing her the time to have these memories. One last act of cruel mercy before her death at their hands Eilonwyn guessed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">They looked disgusted as he watched her thoughts about Nish. As if compassion was far beyond Tyranils capabilities now…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">“N-nish…” Eilonwyn whispered to herself, closing her eyes and letting the tears roll out onto her cheeks. “Everything I do is for you…”

Using her mind to her advantage, Eilonwyn ran at a Tyranil as he was distracted by her ‘disgusting’ memories. Quickly she stabbed him and watched as he vanished. It was just another copy.

“2 down, seven to go…” she muttered to herself.

Eilonwyn stood still again, panting as her focus became weaker by the minute as the taunts and laughing grew louder.

As swiftly as she could, Eilonwyn attempted to stab at another Tyranil, but her sword was swiftly blocked by its Scythe.

“Damnit!” She groaned, whipping around as he teleported behind her in a puff of smoke. She wasn’t about to get stabbed in the back again anytime soon.

The Tyranil she was facing smirked, it seemed pleased that she had finally stopped thinking about Nish.

Like before, he twirled his scythe before holding it with both his hands. Ready to cut her down, then he would finish her off. Slowly and painfully…

“Okay…we can do this Eilo. We have to do this!” She readied herself as the Tyranil advanced, scythe raised.

Shakily she dodged to the side as Tyranil swung down at her face. Before she could counterattack, she was forced to move back several times as he kept on swinging, spinning and slashing. It was as if the only purpose in this guy’s life was to kill her.

Panicking now, Eilonwyns legs refused to move as Tyranil advanced on her again, walking on purpose to intimidate her. He swung his scythe for a final time…

I’m never giving up!

Out of sheer instinct, Eilonwyn managed to block the scythe with her sword, just in time as well. As the two weapons clashed, an ear piecing shriek that can only be made by the sounds of metal on metal rang out, stunning the two in the middle of their clash.

The Dunmer recovered first, wasting no time in her small advantage. She threw herself at the Tyranil, knocking him to the ground where she stabbed him right in his shadowy hood.

“Three d-down…”

Blood was all over the floor of the torture chambers. It only belonged to one person.

Eilonwyns blood.

“S-six to g-go…”