Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-24449631-20140709155613

"Horrible. He was a monster in appearance."

"A ball of darkness with tentacles the size of long boats."

"And That gaping eye... That yellow gaping eye..." Rowan shuddered.

"He looked quite menacing, but not at all acted barbaric... The whole time it felt like I was being toyed with, and he was the puppetmaster, pulling the strings."

Rowan remembered how the deadric prince turned into Manja, to mock him most likely.

"He was friendly enough to tell me what was going on in the empire, and even promised he could take me there. IF I did something for him..."

Rowan sighed.

"He then told about how very few Nords came to visit him, because Nords aren't that thirsty for knowledge as other races I guess. But he said he quite liked us... Well.. you lot" Rowan nodded at Manja.

"He said he would let me go if I accepted a gift he had long since wanted to give any Nord, ever since Atmoran days... he mentioned that he once wanted to give Ysgramor of all people 'this gift'."

"I accepted, since I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible."

"And before I realised, the gift appeared to be "elven blood" and I was turned into... well... this." he gestured to his face.

"After that, everything went black and I found myself lying on the beach of lake Rumare..."