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]

Hey thanks for the compliment... anyways here is another update that I have been working on for a while now. Enjoy .

The Harvester


Why? Why wont you let me go? Do I really mean that much to you that you would stop me from dying?

Your worth exceeds far beyond what you could imagine mortal for reasons still unknown to you. I would not mind indulging you with the reasons why but there is still much left to do.

Why wont you tell me now?

Because your tasks are not yet completed… you are not completed. I will break you and assemble you. You shall learn to see the world for what it truly is and then you will be whole… and once you are complete there will be no more clouds hazing your view… no more secrets lurking in the darkness. But until then you shall live and you shall die over and over again. Now rise and accept your fate.

“My fate… my fate is too serve you? To follow you’re every command? That cant… that wont be so.”

You are right. You’re fate is not to serve me… but your defiance has more than wronged me and now you will pay the price.

“The price… what else can you do to me that you have not already done?”

Not to you Milo but to those around you.

The mad god’s voice echoed in the darkness… and then Milo’s small grasp of tranquility was torned apart. A strange feeling of devastation and panic started to slowly pierced and spread through him. Little by little they’re affects became more and more fierce. The darkness started to vanish and a blurred vision of blood began to arise. Soon a sound of distanced voices began to crawl within Milo’s ears and then within a flash Milo let out a deep gasp of air.

His vision still blurred and the scent of blood intoxicating his brain Milo tried to rise from the cold floor he was laying on. As soon as he made a movement throbbing pain took hold of him. Milo tried to ignore it but the pain was to consuming. Heat started to build up in his body… he could feel gaps within himself slowly shut close but not without they’re affects. Wave after wave of horrific pain washed over Milo as if he was drowning in sea of lava. The only means to find relief was to scream… to let out what was bottled up inside.

The attackers tumbled over one another within the bar. The man they had just slaughtered and saw die started to spasm and twitch violently. A horrific sight… the man was covered in his own blood and that of the ex mistress of the in. His eye’s opened wide and he took a deep gasp of air. His body started to spasm more violently than before and the man tried with all his strength to rise from the floor but it was beyond him and his body caved in.

Some of the attackers had backed all the way against the bar’s walls. There eyes observing an atrocity beyond words as smoke began to mysteriously appear around the horrific figure before them. His wounds started to grow shut but the man… the creature began to scream in complete and outer anguish. His screams echoed within the horrified attackers mind over and over again. Screams that would send chills even to the fiercest and heartless of all Dremora.

Thanksss for reading.

This post has been edited by Mazelure: Jul 27 2006, 11:18 PM