A Mystery Unleashed - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: sorry i forgot to post this yesterday

Sel looked around the drab tavern in the great city Cyrodiil, noting the many broken chairs and tables, not to mention the rank smell of giant imperials who had not bathed in months. He motioned to the bartender.
"Flin, please." he said.
Sel sat down at the bar, the aged stool creaking as he did so.
The bartender handed him the drink. "Not many dark elves living in Cyrodiil. What's your story?"
"A long one." Sel answered, hinting to the barkeep that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Enjoy your drink." the bartender said before turning to talk to another customer.
Sel finished his drink and walked out of the tavern to get some fresh air. He sensed a movement above him and looked up into the night sky, but saw nothing. A moment later, he felt a blow to the back of his head and fell unconscious.

[Channler]

Falx was sent on a patrol into the lands that have recently been controlled by the corrupted men. The area smelled of death and decay, putrid horrors that only the sickest could conjure up. Atop his horse, Akatosh, finely clad in mail, he made his way across the bog.

"Si'ir? Shh-oould we be g-oing this fa-r away fro-m camp?" A recruit by the name of Manious questioned in a rather scared voice. Manious was an orphan and constantly harrassed and abused by the other children as a child. Every day he knew the exact time that the "mean" kids would come and beat him up. Still he did nothing about it. One day he lost it and the gang leader of the thugs was found strung up naked, outside the imperial palace, slashed and burned. Everyone knew that Manious didn't do it yet the blame fell on him. He was sentenced to 70 years in the imperial prison, with no chance of getting out a day earlier. If it weren't for the actions of Knight Errant Darius, who knew the boy's parents before they died, Manious would be rotting in some imperial jail cell.

"Don't worry, just a little longer out here and we will go back" Darius said in a strongly accented voice, and if you didn't know him you would think that he was drunk because of his constant slurr. The slurr was actually the cause of fight with an assassin while defending the last emperor. The assassin lunged for the emperor but Darius put his body in the way, taking the wound for his majesty. The tip of the needle was dipped in a poison from the far reaches of the Black Marsh, and said to cause immidiate paralylist(SP) and death if injected into the blood stream.

After many months of intense healing treatments by the best apothocary's in the land he slowly recovered, but the slurr never went away. He veiwed it as a wound worthy of a hero though, for he was injured by risking his life honorably for the Emperor.

A wolf howled in the background, and then everything was eerily quiet, save for the occasional gust of wind that would wisp the fog away. The patrol held still, even to the point of holding their own breath. Then the horses started to get jittery, as if something horrid were approaching.

Falx saw a face, bony with flesh hanging loosely off the elastic skin. It seemed to call to him, he trodded a few steps towards it. His horse clearly was trying to stear his master in another direction but it dared not turn on its own. The face's mouth started to mumble something, something that cause the hairs on the back of falx's neck to stand prickly.

Darius looked around and noticed Falx moving towards a heavy pillow of fog, "Falx! Come back here, now is no the time to get seperated!" No responce came, just a few more steps into the fog. Darius was screaming this time, "Knight! If you wish to come back alive turn around now!" Darius yelled as his face was bright red.

Something moved inside Falx's head, he heard something but it eluded his ears. Then he heard it again..."Falx!" it was faint, but someone was calling. He felt a hand on his shoulder and slowly he started to come back into reality. The face let out a gut wrenching scream!