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Beneath the Silence, there is Thunder.


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At some point in time during the Second Era, Nehemia confronted his teacher of illusion magic at a farmhouse in Cyrodil.


"What made you succumb to such madness!" Elderly man walked in circles around the room shaking his head, muttering words Nehemia did not hear. The elderly man shouted again "I said what made you succumb to such madness, Fool!"

Nehemia kept ripping tiny pieces of skin from his lips with his teeth. He appeared frustrated, as if he was wanting to say something, but couldn't produce a voice.

"A cure for aging, vampirism? Immortality? Naive idiot. That's all I can figure out from it. Immortality isn't achieved by some damnation. You should know better! You should know! By the Eight what will we do with you?"

The elderly man snaps his fingers and Nehemia gasps for breath. With small drops of blood already dripping from his frustrated lips, Nehemia replies. "A man runs until he can run no more, and when he cannot run, he must hide and keep himself hidden. Or stop running. I chose the option where man has no need to run or hide!"

"Silence!" The elderly man shouted, and the whole cabin seemed to shake in Nehemia's vision from the anger of his shouting. The elderly man took his stave, which was standing next to the fireplace, it seemed nothing out of ordinary, just a walking cane. He waved it towards Nehemia. Nehemia attempted to dodge, but he couldn't move. He felt a blunt staff made of iron striking to his left side. He couldn't even utter a sound.

"Now, you stand still, and I shall produce you an potion that shall rid you of the disease before it takes root. And from now on, no more tricks! Illusion magic may alter ones perception so that in one's minds eyes it becomes the truth. But the truth is, and will be, that none may escape death. Not even you."

The elderly man walked to his layman's alchemy lab in the opposite corner of the farmhouse. A simple desk with mortar and pestle, alembic, retort and calcinator. He opened an bag of herbs, mixing them together, added powdered clannfear claws and began to mix the potion. Meanwhile, Nehemia could move again, he fell to the floor holding his left side, swearing and muttering all kinds of incomprehensible sentences.

The elderly man turns around with a potion in his hand. With a calming voice he speaks "Now, consume this.." Nehemia's face twitches, he folds his hands into fists and replies "No." Whilst Nehemia stands up, he weaves a spell behind his back. The elderly man begins to gag. The overwhelming feeling when something massive is struck on your throat. He feels like he's choking, yet itching tremendously simultaneously. The feeling reaches his mouth. Somethings pecking at his teeth. He opens his mouth wide open and falls on his knees. A crow is struggling to get out of the elderly man's mouth, squirming and screeching. When finally the crow managed to escape his mouth. The elderly man begins to throw up on the floorboards and between. Nehemia stands there in front of him with a wicked smile on his face.

Suddenly, Nehemia's eyesight becomes blurry, then completely black. He attempts to look around, but sees nothing but pitch black darkness. An echoing, haunting sound questions him "Do you fear death, Nehemia?" All the light in the cabin is replaced by an red light. Nehemia's vision returns, only to see the floor crawling with insects, maggots, rotten organs and severed heads that move. They seem to be in pain. Every corner he attempts to focus on is filled with ghastly, nightmarish creatures. A shiver is sent down Nehemias spine. During that moment, he decided to cast invisibility, and made his run towards the door, which was open. The second he steps outside, he trips from the old mans staff.

"Drink the potion!" The old man yells out with a voice that would make anyone doubt their true self. Nehemia, gasping for breath on the ground he shakes his head. "The art of illusion is to affect ones mind, but the difficulty is in actually making them believe what they see or hear. We cannot alter the world, we cannot force things to happen. We can only dream, and your dream is soon to turn into a nightmare!" Nehemia rolls to the side, still cloaked in invisibility, he unsheathes his dagger and charges towards the Elderly man. He attempts to sink the dagger into the man's flesh, but the dagger sinks into blurred reality. "Sanctuary?" Nehemia's jaw drops, the old man strikes him with his staff to the back. Nehemia feels sharp pain in his kidneys and screams out.

The old man smiles. "The beautiful art of the Tenth eye." He speaks as he grabs his staff with both hands. "I do not know about you, Nehemia. But I had an lovely time. Intrigue, mystery. I am saddened to say soon there won't be much left of you for the rats"

Maggots begun to crawl underneath Nehemia. He felt sick just watching them pop from the ground, not few, but hundreds of them. he quickly lifted himself up on his feet, and turned around to face the elderly man. The elderly man was smiling when Nehemia spoke to him. "There is nothing more satisfying than death throes of a friend." The elderly man's smile withered. Three agonizing voices screamed at him, their screams felt so real, and the elderly man felt deadly sharp pain inside his head.

"Applying your memories to create illusions, using human lives to empower your magic. You have truly gone mad!" The elderly man yells as Nehemia fast approaches him with a dagger in his right hand. He stabs the elderly man into his chest. The image of the old man blurs again. Yet Nehemias face turns into a wicked grin. "I've won." His dagger becomes blurred as well, as he brings his left hand from behind his back, only to circle around the old mans body, stabbing him in the back. Nehemia feels as the flesh, bones and sinew attempt to resist the daggers force from sinking deeper. The blurry image of the old man becomes sharp again. Nehemia's dagger had sunk into his spine.

Nehemia pulls the dagger out, and the elderly man falls on his back like a cut down tree. Nehemia walked over and sat on the man's stomach. "Now, give me those eyes that see what others cannot." Nehemia says with utterly disgusting voice as he brings his dagger between the old mans nose and eye, and sinks the daggers point into the man's head.
This post was last modified: February 6th 2013, 02:13 AM by Nehemia


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Amazing story :)
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I like this, thanks for the good story, Nehemia. Thumbs_up

Is there gonna be a continued story?
This post was last modified: February 6th 2013, 02:19 AM by BlackHorde


Please be Careful who you drink with, they could be holding a Slave Collar behind them..
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(February 6th 2013, 02:18 AM)BlackHorde Wrote: I like this, thanks for the good story, Nehemia. Thumbs_up

Is there gonna be a continued story?

Directly related to this one? Not sure.

But there's one written by me, Baldar & Beor on the works, that's definitely something to check out once it releases!


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Eerie. I enjoyed it. You are great at descriptive events as they relate to how something feels, sounds, tastes, and what it looks like, etc., and you don't shy away from visceral images. Quite enjoyable.

Some feedback, if you're interested:

You jump between perspectives and tenses throughout the story; from one POV to the other, and from past tense to present tense and back again. I think you do it by accident because you enjoy description, which as I said, you're very good at. But those things should be avoided because they're confusing and distracting in the case of tense-jumping, and less immersive in the case of head-jumping. Also, there are a few typos, not that it matters much. Great creativity, a great descriptive narrative, creepy as hell, just somewhat undisciplined.

I look forward to reading more of your work!


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