Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141012164308

"Shit..." Azarath whispered, seeing that it was unlikely that he'd make it in time, he needed to cause a distraction. He began his descent, down the hill, hoping to crash the party the old fashioned way but his head started to tingle, prompting him to reach up and hold it.

It was a strange sensation but he felt... different... and not necessarily 'bad' different, his mind felt a little more open. As he stopped to register this, he found that he had a nagging feeling, inside his subconscious, it was telling him to extend his arm. It was incredibly persuasive and he ended up doing it, pointing at one of the guards on the tower. As his arm straightened and his finger was in line with the Dunmeri archer, a white light obscured his vision and within a flash, he found that he had teleported, onto the guard tower.

This was obviously very confusing and disorienting for him, Azarath had never teleported before and it felt so... strange, he didn't even feel like he was really there, just watching, from afar. Sitting back, in his own head and watching someone else do everything for him. It was then that he noticed that he was reaching up, though he didn't feel anything in his arms and on a second glance, he saw that they were clearly someone else's arms.

They were wearing the unmistakable armour of the Guards of House Redoran and they seemed to be reaching for their bow. Azarath watched as he soon realised that he was watching through the eyes of another, had he... posessed the guard? He didn't feel like it, the guard's will hadn't been bent to his own and yet he was doing things, that he quite clearly wasn't supposed to be doing. He drew his bow and readied an arrow, training it on his partner, who was just a few feet along the wall, he pulled the string back and fired an arrow at the other guard's back.

Azarath immediately snapped out of it, the speed of which was twice as disoriantating for him and it made him stumble with the diziness of being snapped in an out of reality, in the space of a minute. He felt a tingle, inside his body, urging him to hurry and get inside as the guards came to investigate the 'traitor' on the wall.