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    Skyrimosity

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    The drink that Circe had given Edwyn helped ease the pain a little. But his head still hurt and he was still tired. And now Valthor was going to force him to walk to the Nightgate Inn.

    Crow approached Edwyn. From the worried look visible in Crow's eyes, Edwyn knew he did not look good. He asked Edwyn if he would be strong enough to make the journey. Edwyn could only stare at the ground for a moment, coming up with an answer.

    "If I'm not, will it matter?" Edwyn knew the answer; it wouldn't really matter. The mission mattered.

    Edwyn was slow to pack-up. He didn't want to pack-up. But he knew that he had to. The pain was still wrecking his body. As Valthor announced it was time to move out, the group set off for the Nightgate Inn.

    Edwyn struggled with every step.
     

    Geel-Kajin

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    Geel didn't see who it was that brought him back through the window- His eyes were still swimming in the visions of the past. When he had gazed at it, the monster, falling, Geel imagined he'd feel some form of satisfaction from vanquishing great evil. Yet all he saw was a friend he'd failed, and all he felt was grief.

    When at last he struggled through, his scales coated in a thin film of frost and his movements sluggish, he saw the man who helped him back into the tower. It was a heavily armored man, almost like Gemini. Almost strange in appearance, at such a remote place in the world. He would be worth worrying about on most days, but today worries were plentiful enough. Geel nodded his head at the man in recognition of his aid, and walked numbly towards the rest of the group.

    How could this have happened? It was only minutes ago that Alistar had fought with blade alone, only minutes ago that he was leader, fighter, protector. Geel could still imagine him emerging from shadows of the pillars, as if there had not been those last few cruel moments. The smell of the smoke would fill the air, and Geel would be relieved to see it coming from his pipe. Yet this was not meant to be.

    "Who knew of this beforehand?" This question had nagged at him for a while now, and it came from his lips before he could stop it. Looking at the rest of the group present in the room, he could not help but harbor suspicions. Melee, Gemini, Einarr, the Sellsword. How many of them knew of this? How many had hidden this from the rest of them?

    As Geel watched them, questioningly, accusingly , another presence entered the room. It came as ceaseless waves of nauseating stench, as frigid chills and shrieking squeaks. Geel's stood still, impaled by the horror of the scene before him. A horde of rats raced across the floor, carrying with them all manner of disease and parasites. They brushed against the group as they scampered past, all moving in unison towards...

    The window

    Geel spun around, back towards that horrid window. The rats blanketed the floor around the window, and the moonlight was blotted out by some terrifying force. As Geel began to wonder what could block out Hircine's influence at the strongest, a figure formed at the window, and in it contained eras of rot, rank, and all things horrifying to men.

    "Poor Alistar...Run through by a blade, left to plummet to his death in the cold dark.... If only there were some way to save him."

    The figure spoke not through words, but through a chorus of a thousand other ghastly noises. It's vowels were the howling wind, it's pronounciation the clicks of roaches. Each word contained the hissing of snakes, and the voice of a woman was a shell of humanity.

    The voice was chilling to the bone, but the words pierced Geel's core. It was as if it knew the truth behind Alistar's death, and blamed them for it. If some terrifying evil wished rescue Alistar from his previous killers...Geel could only wonder what sort of monster they were, that even evil itself wished to save Alistar from.

    No longer was it just fear that clutched him. Remorse, anger, despair. They clutched onto him like rats on corpses, and gnawed at all good and upright. All his beliefs, all his morals. They tumbled into the pit of doubt, and Geel could no longer care.

    The group recoiled in shock and confusion as the air around the window shivered and warped. Then the figure formed. It was human, but not mortal. It was feminine, but not woman. It watched them with the eyes of a predator, and Geel knew it at once.

    "... I am Namira, Lady of Decay."







     

    Skyrimosity

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    Edwyn had one arm around Crow's shoulder, using Crow to support his own weight. His head was still hurting and he felt incredibly weak. "Crow... why'd you let that happen? You knew how risky it was, I'm sure." It had taken a lot of effort for Edwyn to say just that.

    "Edwyn... you could've died. We didn't know how deadly the poison was. But you were unconscious and still had poison in you. We let the vampire do what it did to save your life." Edwyn simply hung his head down a bit, continuing to walk along.

    Thunder cracked the peacefulness of the night. Well, as peaceful as the night could be when Falmer could come around a corner and kill you at any moment. Edwyn looked over at Circe. He was no longer angry at her; he understood. When she looked into his eyes, he was sure that she felt his anger was dead.

    Rain began to pour down on the heads of the group. But no one reacted to it. It was like the rain had been there all along; it was as if the weather hadn't changed. No one looked up, no one seemed to care if the cold rain fell on their heads. It didn't matter to anyone in the group. Everyone had bigger things to worry about.

    "How much longer to the Nightgate?" Crow shouted out to the Dragonborn.

    "Just down the road a ways. Just need to keep moving." was his response.

    Is this what it's come too? A heroic group, sent to stop the Falmer invasion of Nirn was limping along to the Nightgate Inn? By the Nine, I hope Alistar and his group have fared better. Surely they have.

    The group walked nearly fifteen minutes more. For Edwyn, it felt like hours. His head was still hurting from blood loss. Or Vampire bites. Whichever. A small light could be seen in the distance. It was the Nightgate Inn.

    They reached the doors of the Inn and barged in, to the shock of the innkeeper. "What's wrong?" the innkeeper said. The Dragonborn answered "Blood-loss. You have anything to help?" They cleared out a table for Edwyn and laid him on it.

    "Actually, my father taught me this special stew. Don't taste so great, but its supposed to do wonders for healing. Gimme a few minutes."

    Crow and Circe stood at Edwyn's side. Edwyn had tried to tough it out, so-to-say, by walking to the Nightgate Inn. But every step wore him out more and by now he was exhausted. He lay on the table, pain coursing through his veins.

    "Hurry up with that stew!" was all he said.
     

    Melee

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    She hadn't even been hanging from the window's slim stone ledge for half a minute before the cold bit painfully at her fingers and threatened to release her into the same plummet that Alistar had taken just seconds ago. Melee could still hear the beast's pained howl ringing in her ears, and she clenched her teeth both from the cold and the guilt that was now washing over her. There should have been something they could have been able to do in order to help Alistar. There must have been. But try as she might, Melee couldn't think of anything they could have done to subdue Alistar without inflicting more injuries on him. She was still reeling from what had just occurred.

    She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even feel a large, strong hand wrap around her wrist and heave her shivering body through the broken window. Tumbling onto the floor next to Geel, Melee allowed herself to simply lay there for a minute, staring at the wooden beams crossing the ceiling above her. Although the cold from the floor seeped through her leather armor, it was nowhere near as frigid as the temperatures she had experienced outside.

    Soon her body began to warm up, and she flexed her hands as little needles of pain bristled in her fingers. She could only imagine how the Argonian next to her felt as she sighed heavily and sat up, rubbing her side where she had slammed into the wall. That will definitely bruise, Melee thought, although at the moment bruising was the least of her concerns. She stared up at the man who had pulled her in, and was utterly surprised when it was nobody that she recognized.
    His mouth moved, and there was a fuzzy noise that she assumed was the man speaking, but the ringing in Melee's ears subsided just as the man finished talking.

    "...your choice."

    She frowned in confusion, pushing herself off the floor with wobbly arms and onto legs that felt much sturdier, preparing to ask who he was and just how he had arrived at the tower. Geel rose beside her as well, and when she looked over she did not like what she saw. The Argonian's eyes were narrowed in suspicion as he looked around to everyone in the room, and he coldly asked, "Who knew of this beforehand?"

    Melee's green eyes fixed on Geel in confusion as he spat out the question, glaring at everyone gathered in the room around him. Did he not remember? Had their previous encounter with the Falmer cause him to forget what else had happened? "Geel," she began, "Alistar told us before, when we first fought the Fal-"

    A series of loud noises and bangs echoing throughout the tower, suddenly cutting Melee off as she stopped to glance around for the source of the noise. The room that had been clear and quiet before was now awash with all manner of ghastly smells, threatening to empty their stomachs. Darkness seemed to seep out of the cracks between the stones in the wall, looming so thickly around them that it was almost tangible. To Melee, whatever was happening was practically suffocating her. The noxious odors and the pressing darkness were almost too much to take, and judging from the reactions of the others in the room, now all pressed back to back, they weren't feeling much better.

    A horde of rats came coursing through the door, more than what should have been possible given the size of the tower. They swept in waves around the adventurers' feet, paying no mind to them as they continued further into the room. "Poor Alistar... Run through by a blade, left to plummet to his death in the cold dark.... If only there were some way to save him."

    The voice was eerie and cold, and although it sounded feminine, it didn't sound quite like it was human. At that moment the torches spaced around the room burst into flame, casting a wavering yellow light over the figure sitting on the window ledge. It appeared to be a woman, covered in clothing made of what Melee hoped was not skin and muscle, and sitting calmly as rats, spiders, and other unsavory creatures crawled over her.

    Perhaps the most unsettling aspect of this woman was her eyes, gold and sharp as steel as they bore into the adventurers standing before her. "... I am Namira, Lady of Decay."

    The group was silent for a moment as they attempted to understand what exactly was going on. What was one of the Daedric Princes doing here right now? What were her ties to Alistar? Glancing around at her friends, lost deep in thought and probably also confusion, Melee took a slight step forward and peered up at Namira's eyes. "And to what do we owe this pleasure?" She flashed a small smile at the woman before continuing. "Are you saying there's a way to help Alistar?"
     

    Geel-Kajin

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    "Geel, Alistar told us before, when we first fought the Fal-"

    Geel was stunned when the words struck him. Had Alistair told them before? Had he really revealed his true colors- The damned, tyrannical, monstrous blackness within? Racking his brain, he searched through the Labyrinthian passages of knowledge and word, into the vaults of memory. Yet while he remembered everything from the Brotherhood to Farengar, from the darkness that once blanketed his eyes to the sights of this brightly painted world, he could not find that sole memory anywhere.

    A fear came over him, a fear that nagged at the back of his mind, taunting him, jeering, even as the hordes of rats scuttled across the room, gathering as a black mass. Melee sounded so surprised at his question. Could he really have been there, present, when the news broke? Why hadn't he recalled? It was then that his mind came up with a conclusion he didn't want to hear- Unable to accept the truth, he had thrown the memory into a locked room far inside his head. Where only the figments of dreams lurked, and whimsical fantasies and lost hopes roamed.


    If so, how much had his mind simply rejected to put to memory? How much of daylight lay forgotten? Perhaps...It wasn't Alistair who was at fault here. If he had spoken before, he was not responsible for the failure of the quest, the peril they were in, the bitterness building within the Argonian's racing heart. No, it was himself. He had failed to take precaution simply because of one reason: I'm loosing my mind.

    For in the time he spent in the quest, the horrors he saw, the grief of those around him, was too much for even the stoic. It had eaten at him, degraded his mind and twisted his view of reality. Everything he had done on the quest- The battles with Falmer, losing his friends to vampirism, letting the boy turn to chaos magic... They had all driven him one step closer to insanity.

    And Geel knew that he had to leave this nightmare.
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    The daedric prince rose before them, a ghastly spectre of unfathomable terror. Her eyes glowed like the gateways to Oblivion and hellish black flames licked across her skin. To Geel's utter shock, Melee greeted the daedra with contempt, no doubt to incur her wrath. But then she latched on to the words the Daedra had said, and asked "Are you saying there's a way to help Alistar?"

    Geel turned back to the abomination. Despite knowing that her flesh was but the merger of lesser beasts, rats and vermin, she was in all a greater being. She was smart and cunning, and would no doubt have a reason for approaching them. What would this Daedric prince want with one taken by Hircine? Surely she did not truly mean to help one claimed by another prince.

    Then the daedric prince flashed a gruesome smile, and Geel knew they would soon find out.
     

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