The Beast Festers...

[Snowfrost]

((Every one who roleplays HAS writers block, up to my knowledge, cause i certainly don't know of any writer who hasn't experienced that

Snowfrost out))

[Bastian Farix]

((Yeah, writer's block sucks. XD))

[Snowfrost]

IT grinned, "He mourning...He never get out!!" he yelled in broken speech, Quol and Mokkie looked shocked at IT. "Yes, tell host that...every kill he do, I get tiny part of the killed's life, just like host do too...I evolving" he said still with that sadistic grin, Quol shook his stupor, "Why tell him this?" he asked. "I have reasons" he said before trying to grasp at Mokkie who had gotten nearer the cell, she immediately step back, then looked at IT. "Fear me..." It said before Quol and Mokkie left the cell block, "FEAR ME!!!!!!!!!" he yelled as neighboring prisoners within their cells, shivered at IT's yell...

[Snowfrost]

A week has passed, and everytime Quol kept his word, and tried everyday to bring back Mathelar. Unbeknownst to him and IT, Mathelar's other self, the onyx Werewolf, was visiting Mathelar through their mind link, to which Mathelar has no knowledge of. And everytime he didn't speak, he just stared at Mathelar mourning in his unconsciously made graveyard.

He then sighed, "I know you can pull through, Mathelar...I am you, just like IT is a part of you...I pity you, Mathelar...Thrust into something bigger than the past wars that had ravaged the land*, something you can't control" the werewolf muttered to himself as he dissapeared from his creator's mindscape.

*((note this is HIS opinion, I know it's blatantly obvious that i cant affect the whole WORLD, so its just his opinion, so dont worry :-) ))

[Bastian Farix]

((I will destroy IT. Actually, if we have time, we could help each other out. I need someone to help get freaky-demon out, and you need to get back in control.....we'll see. ;D))

[Snowfrost]

((We shall see...Ah...Sure, I'm kinda blank on to what to do with Mathelar...for example i have gone sooo far in my head, the story 'The Journey' and seriously I have contemplated with myself...In writing a tragic day, a day that MAY live in infamy...*Insert Sad music, tragic, etc.* The death of Mathelar...But i then argue with myself, thinking of the readers...Anyways sure, but let me finish something first, though))

[Snowfrost]

Mathelar's Mindscape

Mathelar still lay mourning in front of the girl's mausoleum/altar, never-changing his position. Thin Ice slowly creeped inwards to Mathelar, as a shadowed figure approached where Mathelar lay.

As the figure approached, its features were visible...Silvery blue hair, a creamy complexion, blue eyes, blueish lips; the figure was wearing a elegant silver robe, walking barefooted. She was Mathelar's Ice magicka given form...Shiva

[Snowfrost]

Shiva looked at her surroundings before staring at Mathelar, she sighed. "Daedric Being" she said as Mathelar heard it. Mathelar slowly opened his eyes, tears being frozen the moment they got away from Mathelar's body heat. Shiva sighed and a ice pillar raised Mathelar's body to her head level, smiling somewhat to Mathelar, Shiva started to speak.

"You really are a wreck, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" Mathelar asked, his voice hoarse from crying. "I am your Ice magicka given form, I am a part of you, not a personality of YOU, My name is Shiva" she introduced herself.

[Snowfrost]

Meanwhile

IT smirked to itself, as a priest guarded with three escorts was chanting a prayer, in a language long, long forgotten, only those of the church and historians practiced it.

Pater und Moter noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie;
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris;
et ne nos inducas in tentationem;
sed libera nos a Malo

Was what the priest had chanted one time, before one of the guards, walked to Mathelar's cell. two of the guards were behind him, today was the execution day of the beast in front of them. These two guards were heavily armed, even IT would have a problem facing one of them, less two.

For they were the elite of the elite of the prison guards, having faced even perilous danger, more so than the supposed Mathelar, who they had recognized as 'Snowfrost'. The Khajiit who demolished an entire army except its general, word had spreaded to all of Cyrodiil, and eventually all of Tamriel

[Snowfrost]

((Note people: This is just a test RP post, Seeing as I havent seen any mention of the Nerevarine in this site. I'm asking for permission to make him a khajiit and to be able to use temporarily in my RP, If not ill delete this, Note that if this is approved anyone can use him after im done only if its approved of course))

In Vvardenfell, Dunmer Island province of Morrowind

The Nerevarine had gotten the information from his loyal subject Ahnassi; the first Khajiit and friend he had encountered in his path to destiny, along with Sugar-Lips Habasi; his former boss in the thieves guild, and She-Who-Orders-And-Loves, a female Argonian ex-slave now healer, nickamed 'Swoal'.

He smiled, a visit to Cyrodiil would be in order, but first he had to take care of some rebel Dunmer who renounced him as the Nerevarine due to being a Khajiit. He shook his head, a good portion of Dunmer believed him due to being witness's and seeing him pass the trials, "Some Dunmer can be really arrogant, when they want to, especially the nobel dunmer" he said to himself. This would take a while...

[Snowfrost]

In Elsweyr, the Khajiit Homeland

The Mane sighed, the information about the Snowfrost criminal had reached his ears, this would prove to be devastating to the Khajiit race now. Therefore to pacify peaces between races, he would travel to Cyrodiil, criminals like this always left a bitter taste in mouth of each of the involved races. "Mo'ru! clear my schedule, were goin to Cyrodiil!" he yelled to his assisstant who nodded as he stood up, it would take a while to prepare and depart for Cyrodiil...

[anasa]

((Ooh! You're good!))

[Bastian Farix]

((You know, Snowfrost, I won't join until you say it's okay. So please tell me when it would be alright with you. ))

[Snowfrost]

((thanks guys, gives me confidence in my writing skills, which will be used for writing books as a hobby))

[Snowfrost]

In Black Marsh, Unknown location

Various Argonian's were meeting, ranging from male to female, to teens, adults, and elders, there was a notable Argonian in the bunch. The Argonian had normal reptilian scales, typical Argonian scale coloring; that being somewhat between brown and red. He had more of a reptile look than amphibian, a scar went down from the top of his left eye to his cheek. He wore moderate medium armor, and a dangerous looking spear stood besides him, at full height a considerable feet considering the Argonian stood a massive 7 1/2 feet.

"Bretheren" he called, "We have recieved word that the Imperial City in Cyrodiil is in an uproar due to the capture of the infamous Snowfrost" he said. "This permits a excellent chance of striking the Imperial City, without much casualties" he explained, "Prepare, for today we must reach the Imperial City within a few hours, but do not worry about not making it in time...I have a few Argonian contacts in the local mage guilds that will teleport us to the City" he said as the meeting ended.

The Empire would pay....