The Harvester, Yous're soul is mine... Options

[Mazelure]

This is a little idea that hit me while I was sitting around listening to music and I hope you guys like it. But I must warn you that it is like a play... the characters thoughts will be colored in red, the narrator will be normal white letters... and other people speaking will probaly be in green... anyways enjoy.

The Harvester


As I put my mouth on the skooma pipe and take one more puff I slowly start to feel the effects washing over me. Wave after wave of soothing ecstasy numbs the pain within my right arm, chest, abs, and my legs. To say that I triumphaly defeated the encounter with three storm astronachs would be a lie. I barely came out with my life and a broken body… and I have no doubt that my right arm will never return to it’s proper state.

The broken figure holding the skooma pipe leans against the rock it was sitting next to. He looks up to the sky and a raindrop falls on his face.

It seems that my bad luck never stops… oh well…

The broken figure slowly started to lose its conscience and slowly starts to slip away from this world and into the realm of dreams.

Ha ha ha ha… is this it Milo? Are you can going to just sit back and let the darkness slowly consume you?

Who the hell are you? And if I want to die it’s no business of yours.

That is where you are wrong mortal. I am the great Shegorath… the lord of madness. And you and your pitiful excuse of exsistance belongs to me. Now hush… and enjoy the peace and tranquility as long as you can… it will probably be the last time you can.


Yeah it's a small post but I am multy tasking so it's kinda hard to make it long. Anyways thanks for reading and Kudos.

This post has been edited by Mazelure: Jul 25 2006, 09:43 PM

[Mazelure]

Here is the next update... it's rather short as well... and the same rules apply here as well. The red is the character speaking, the green other characters speaking, and the white is the narrator.

The Harvester



The darkness… it petrified me… but it also gave me peace at mind like a dream. But was Sheogorath a dream as well… or did he really visit me?

Having trouble making out reality or fiction? Have you really sunk so low Milo? No matter… either way you will serve your purpose and you will learn to love it.

The mad god’s hypnotizing voice started to slowly sink in to the confused man’s brain.

Purpose? Whatever you have in store for me you can save it for another. I am no one’s puppet… especially not yours.

Now now… aren’t we being a little rash. You do not even know what is instore for you. How can you turn down a offer made by a god?

How can I turn down a offer from a god? Easily. I know of your followers… of your champions and I know that they all meet a fate worse than death. And I will be no different... I rather take my chances in oblivion!

Ahhh… but you are different mortal. You may not realize it but there is a dark seed growing inside of you. It’s slowly blossoming and it shows promise… either way you cannot deny me. Now hush human and embrace the shadows once again. When you truly awaken you will find yourself different… but do not despair or panic… just remember it’s a gift from me to you.

Truly awaken? Is this nothing more than a dream?

No… this is much more than a dream… but don’t concern yourself with this… now sleep… I grow weary of this discussion.

The confused mortal started to lose himself in the darkness again… and peace and tranquility washed over him once again.