Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24449631-20140220183428

Rowan still wandered aimlessly through Tamriel. Half awake and half there. At least that’s how ‘he’ felt. It was all so weird, his mind felt so hollow and empty, without a care in the world. But he had enough of that. He knew he once felt more than he felt now.

Now, it felt like… he was wrapped in warm blankets. Cosy and safe. And his body had absolutely no intention of moving out of said position.

But like every morning. Eventually you’ll have to wake up. Wake up and face reality. And this is what Rowan has been trying to do. But every time he gets out, just a bit, he gets pulled back by the blankets and wrapped around again in that soothing cosy state.

He had no grip on reality anymore. He had an inkling, but that was it. He didn’t know where he was, although… sometimes he knew. Sometimes he saw where he was walking. But he forgot most places. As if he was sort of sleep walking through life.

And every time he thought or talked to himself he could hear ‘him’ reply. Him that was me. He felt so familiar. Yet also, such a stranger. It was scary, however Rowan was only half there… he felt so hollow and could never really debate the voice in his head. He made sense, in a way. But he almost always forgot what they were talking about.

Except this time.

Rowan was walking around. looking through his mind for information that surely was still there. Why couldn’t he access it as easily as he once could. How long has he been here? He didn’t know. The passing of time wasn’t here. It felt like it was only yesterday when he was in….

Riften? No? Yes! Riften… And there was a… agh

He couldn’t remember.

His mind was a mess. He saw different words fly overhead and stuck in the ground. Wherever, ‘here’ was.

Words like: Power. Rest. Rowan. Those kept reappearing. Some words were half buried, as if they were hastily put there to be forgotten.

Rowan went to sit on his knees next to the buried word and dug it up. It read

Deadric.

Huh…

He looked around. but when he looked back at the word it read ‘Danlic’.

Was it his Imagination? No it can’t be… It most defiantly read ‘Deadric’. But why?

<p class="MsoNormal">The place, his mind became dark and growled at him. As if he wasn’t allowed to ask those questions. However ever since… eh since… It didn’t matter.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan tried to move his leg. But there was none. Suddenly the warm cosy feeling again.

<p class="MsoNormal">Why, what was he thinking about again?

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt his eyes close as if he was going to fall asleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before he suddenly shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal">No! I cannot. I must!

<p class="MsoNormal">Why did he say that? He had no idea.

<p class="MsoNormal">You have no idea?

<p class="MsoNormal">No I don’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">Me have no idea?

<p class="MsoNormal">Ugh… Just shut up.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked at his mind again. ‘Boethiah’

<p class="MsoNormal">Hmmm

<p class="MsoNormal">‘Booth ha!’

<p class="MsoNormal">Huh?

<p class="MsoNormal">No! It most defiantly read Boethiah! Deadric. Deadric prince of deceit, conspiracy, treachery and sedition.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan felt like he was making progress all of a sudden.

<p class="MsoNormal">Progress of what?

<p class="MsoNormal">He forgot.

<p class="MsoNormal">Again his eyelids felt heavy and he fell almost asleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">He tried to resist. But eventually It got bigger than him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ah no matter… I’ll find the solution… Tomorrow.