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> Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen
saqin
post Oct 29 2010, 07:05 PM
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I could do nothing but stare when Cyldreen charged towards the necromancer. By that time, his behaviour scared me almost as much as the undead of the tomb, but I managed to hide my fright.

Seeing the necromancer collect his powers, I suddenly felt my body leave it's paralyzed state, but there wasn't any time to react before a lightning spell hit Cyldreen in the back. What I did next I still don't understand. I should have ran, when faced with a choice between possible death or leaving someone else to die, I always chose the second option. But now, I didn't.

As the necromancer readied a dagger to finish Cyldreen of, I put a silver arrow to my bow, and shot. In the cramped space the arrow hit him hard in the left shoulder, causing the man to stagger. Then he turned towards me, preparing a spell. I put another arrow to my bow, and he interupted his spell to charge against me again. But I had already pulled the string back, and it hit him right in the chest.

I stood still for a moment, not daring to approach the altmer though I did not know how he could have survived it. When the necromancer didn't move, I turned my attention towards Cyldreen.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, kneeling beside him, unsure of how bad the damage was.


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post Oct 30 2010, 12:47 PM
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Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

Pain in my chest. Ripples of agony swimming across my whole body. Legs doesn't feel like it is there anymore. My eyes tried to open, but blinding light stopped the movement. Pain. I opened them and resisted the pain. Remember training. But... the darkness. The darkness looms over the sides of my eyes, and it doesn't go away. Go away. Make it go away! Its making its blasted way to fully blanket my sight! Somebody, help! No! No, no no!

A gasp made its exit from Cyldreen's mouth as he rose up into a fetal position. He hugged his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his ankles. Quivering rosy lips made whimpering noises as shameful tears rollled down from his eyes to his sharp cheek.

Star-shining eyes because of tears looked up to see.. Nothing. Bleakless, colorless lands, devoid of anything. Of life. Again, fear rose up to his throat that escalated into a wail. In this situation he felt completely hopeless and desperate for help. For anything. He felt like he was a child again, afraid of the dark. The only thing that gave him courage was his foster-father's encouraging words.

"Never be afraid of the dark, my child. Always know that Light follows."

"..Light...Follows."

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Pain in my chest. Rotten smell of something dead. Ripples of agony swimming across my whole body. Sounds of someone saying some incoherent words.. Where am I? Am I dead?

Finally, the breton's eyes truly opened and the first thing his eyes laid upon was golden slits of orbs staring back at him. His first reaction was this was the eyes of a demon that needed to be slain. Until he finally realized that this was the Khajiit, Sa'Qin. He tried to sit up and examine his wounds, but a nerve-wracking pain that erupted in his neck made lay still, groaning in agony. His training kicked in and pain in him became pleasure and Cyldreen thrived upon the unpleasant feeling.

I love thi- wait. I'm supposed to be dead, supposed to not feel pain. Well, if the afterlife is doing what you should've done in real life, then I'll play along.

"Damn it, I'm supposed to be dead! I even heard my father's voice, and he's supposed to be dead! Oh, well."
he morbidly joked to the Khajiit infront of him. "If you tell me I'm actually alive and breathing, I swear, I'm going to the Nine's realm and complain that this isn't funny."

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Random dude: SUPA POWAZ!
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Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord?
Old guy: .. Youth and charisma.
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Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord.
Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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post Nov 15 2010, 05:52 PM
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I raised my hand to touch the breton just as he gasped, and instead I waited. Tears came from his eyes, and they both surprised and disturbed me. How should I, whom have never done a caring act in my whole life, and have shied away from those who wanted to care for me, react in such a situation? I did not know, and so I simply waited.

When his eyes finally opened, he did not seem to know me, but then a look of recognition came into them. When he spoke a bad joke came out, and I almost laughed.

"Could you wait with that until after we've found the roots? Or at least until the others have seen that you're alive? I don't think they'll trust me if I return without you and tell them that you're meeting the nine." I said smiling, but then continued more seriously. "You need a healing potion or something, do you have any with you?"


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post Nov 30 2010, 12:09 PM
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Cyldreen Mon'Cheri


So I am alive. Damnit.

The breton, still near Death's door, looked at the khajiit beisde him. In all honesty, he can't believe that she managed to kill the necromancer who took this cave as his infernal lair. He, who managed to knock a breton's consciousness away from him with a spell, was felled by a roguish khajiit.

I've seen stranger things, I guess.

Shaking away such irrelevant thoughts, he brought his hand to his neck, grasped it with a firm grip and muttered the words of healing. Instantly, he felt as if cold water was thrown at him followed by a sensation of aetherial massaging. His injuries healed before him.

"Not that I would waste such valuable potions after a fight, but I'm not exactly invincible like a dunmer demigod. Could you please help me stand up? After that, though, I could do the rest myself." courage shined his words, and it will take perceptiveeyes to see through Cyldreen's facade. In truth, he said this to regain some of his dignity.


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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master?
Random dude: SUPA POWAZ!
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Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord?
Old guy: .. Youth and charisma.
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Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord.
Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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