Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170629/@comment-10197675-20140612115240

Meanwhile...

After a couple of days of complete entrapment, confusion and fear Nerandur started to slowly figure out what had happened and where he had been taken to. The Dunmer could only see what the evil presence saw in his overtaken and fraudulent body. He attempted to speak words but there was no sound, only silence. When Nerandur breathed inwards and then outwards nothing happened, only the slight action of his mouth slowly opening and then closing. Nerandur could not feel nor taste anything. He could only see what his taken body was doing, and where it was going, although at times the Dunmer would only see pure light and nothing more, he could hear the thoughts of that of the evil presence but he could not reply. Nerandur tried to shout as loud as he could, but only silence could be heard. Rage and anger rushed through the Dunmer’s dying conscience, but this only hauled panic into the Dunmer’s thoughts, Nerandur then started to well up and when the tears wound up to roll out of his eyes they slowly evaporated and disappeared, for where this Dunmer was liquid did not exist, whimpering was no option here. Nerandur thought of his mother and where she could be, because everything the voice had said to him about the illusions was now obviously false.

Frustrated and irritated Nerandur cautiously watched as the evil presence gradually headed north east towards Morrowind, with lack of emotion and urgency the evil presence ambled with no care, killing anyone he saw, as they only posed as an enemy within his mind. Not resting, eating nor drinking, the evil presence carried on, whilst Nerandur could not help but think where this thing was heading and what it had in plan.

The evil presence started to near the border of where Cyridiil meets Morrowind and with no hesitation he aimed to walk straight through murdering anyone he would see.