Mirkrilaar
MirkrilaarMul klo riik*Anger swelling in his veins, he raises the staff once more, taking carefull aim with both arms, he get's ready to fire again.* "This is for my family, my wife, my very children!" "THIS IS FOR EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE I EVER CARED ABOUT! I DO THIS FOR ALL THOSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED WITHOUT JUST CAUSE! THIS IS FOR MY GRANDFATHER! WHO DIED TRYING TO FIND A POWER TO SAVE PEOPLE FROM DEATH! WHO DIED BY THE HANDS OF THOSE DEAD LONG BEFORE! HIS DEATH BE NOT IN VAIN!" The draugr gets closer, seemingly oblivious. "I know what my grandfather wanted. HE WANTED TO RESURRECT THE DRAGON WHO'S DEATH HE WITNESSED! WHOSE ONLY CRIME WAS TO BE IMPRISONED AT THE WRONG TIME BY THE WRONG PEOPLE! Dragon souls are eternal, the dwemer automations live indefinately, he beleived that using the dwemer and the dov, one could achieve immortality. He believed he could live forever, but most importantly, he believed he could bring back the dead." The draugr is dangerously close now, as the adrenaline feeds his emotions, magicka feeds his staff. "AND I BELIEVE HE WAS RIGHT! IN FACT I BELIEVE I CAN SAVE THE FAMILY, DEAD OR ALIVE, THAT I LOST TO THE THALMOR, WHO WERE ABDUCTED SIMPLY FOR BEING MY KIN!" Elrond raises the staff once more, now glowing a blinding, impossible color. "I have no regrets. I am now a dragon priest. Like my grandather before me. I will achieve immortality. I will raise the worthy, who will live forever under me, and shun the unworthy from my new, universal empire. Mirkrilaar, will allow me to do so. Mir Kril Aar, who I will find. MIR KRIL AAR WHO'S SPIRIT IS THE MOST POWERFULL ON THE FACE OF NIRN! Whome will return by my hand, and mine alone. Goodbye, slave. Thank you for your time." He fires, power immesurable. The gyro pulsing mad. *The bolts recoil blasts you backwards, knocking you off of your feet. The boom from the bolt is deafening, and you lose hearing for a few seconds. When you finally see what happened, you see just a pile of ash where the draugr used to be.* *You walk up to the coffin but step on a pressure plate. You hear an arrow shoot and it hits you in the neck. You fall down, paralyzed. You feel tired and numb. After a few minutes, the poison kicks in and you fall into a sleep-like state.*
Mirkrilaar
October 28, 2014 |
MirkrilaarMul klo riik*Anger swelling in his veins, he raises the staff once more, taking carefull aim with both arms, he get's ready to fire again.* "This is for my family, my wife, my very children!" "THIS IS FOR EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE I EVER CARED ABOUT! I DO THIS FOR ALL THOSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED WITHOUT JUST CAUSE! THIS IS FOR MY GRANDFATHER! WHO DIED TRYING TO FIND A POWER TO SAVE PEOPLE FROM DEATH! WHO DIED BY THE HANDS OF THOSE DEAD LONG BEFORE! HIS DEATH BE NOT IN VAIN!" The draugr gets closer, seemingly oblivious. "I know what my grandfather wanted. HE WANTED TO RESURRECT THE DRAGON WHO'S DEATH HE WITNESSED! WHOSE ONLY CRIME WAS TO BE IMPRISONED AT THE WRONG TIME BY THE WRONG PEOPLE! Dragon souls are eternal, the dwemer automations live indefinately, he beleived that using the dwemer and the dov, one could achieve immortality. He believed he could live forever, but most importantly, he believed he could bring back the dead." The draugr is dangerously close now, as the adrenaline feeds his emotions, magicka feeds his staff. "AND I BELIEVE HE WAS RIGHT! IN FACT I BELIEVE I CAN SAVE THE FAMILY, DEAD OR ALIVE, THAT I LOST TO THE THALMOR, WHO WERE ABDUCTED SIMPLY FOR BEING MY KIN!" Elrond raises the staff once more, now glowing a blinding, impossible color. "I have no regrets. I am now a dragon priest. Like my grandather before me. I will achieve immortality. I will raise the worthy, who will live forever under me, and shun the unworthy from my new, universal empire. Mirkrilaar, will allow me to do so. Mir Kril Aar, who I will find. MIR KRIL AAR WHO'S SPIRIT IS THE MOST POWERFULL ON THE FACE OF NIRN! Whome will return by my hand, and mine alone. Goodbye, slave. Thank you for your time." He fires, power immesurable. The gyro pulsing mad. *The bolts recoil blasts you backwards, knocking you off of your feet. The boom from the bolt is deafening, and you lose hearing for a few seconds. When you finally see what happened, you see just a pile of ash where the draugr used to be.* *You walk up to the coffin but step on a pressure plate. You hear an arrow shoot and it hits you in the neck. You fall down, paralyzed. You feel tired and numb. After a few minutes, the poison kicks in and you fall into a sleep-like state.* |