Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin frowned when the Khajiit hybrid didn't move from his spot. He had a terribly low patience with people especially when he was ordering them around and now, this freak of nature was disobeying him? Sure the man had a lot of muscle and strength on his side but he had no idea just how bad this Bosmer's temper really was. The casual tone that he spoke in, that utter look of disinterest. Oh how it got under his skin and crawled around like worms in his blood trying to escape through every pore in his body. He began trembling as he struggled to control himself, face growing darker as he grew more furious. How dare he be compared to the Altmer! This hybrid didn't even have a right to claim Altmer blood as if he was a full elf! He was a mix of the three worst! High and mighty Altmer the descendent of a member of the Thalmor, the loud and drunk brainless Nords and those traveling flee infested skooma dealing Khajiit! He always saw himself as doing a favour to the rest of the Empire since the majority of the Khajiit and Argonians he killed were dealers. Cleaning up the roads between boarders, Mr. Fucking Nice Necromancer harvesting the souls of those who would be imprisoned anyways! And now this asshole that barged into his sanctuary has the nerve to lecture him! Gwinduin doesn't even know how he managed to remain quiet for as long as he did but it felt like hours, days even. Each word bore into him and tore him apart from the inside firing up flames that could challenge even those of a fire atronach. Hell, even those in Oblivion couldn't top the fiery anger that was about to burst through him. He hated being bunched in with Altmers or even being compared to them, he on occasion could have a mutual dislike but functional relationship if you could call it that with one but they were always short lived. But the implications that he would even want to remotely have any sexual relations with that horrid creature before him admitedly would have been attractive if he hadn't pissed him off was the worst. Even making him seem as if he has some form of phobia with the living. He was fine with them but what had they really offered him? Nothing! The most he learned was from his dealings with Hermaeus Mora and the occasional other follower or passing necromage. He spent his time dealing with the dead simply for the fact that they didn't bitch him out like this, put him down or even attempt to suggest something as vulgar as what the hybrid did. He had no fear of the living but to make him seem like a coward. Gwinduin, a child who turned away from the priesthood of Arkay, burned his only family connections in a dark pursuit of knowledge, was anything but a coward. You have no idea who you're TALKING TO!! Gwinduin shouted, his voice growing louder with each syllable. He let out a near feral scream as he flipped over the table causing one of the severed halves of the body to bump against the other man's body. I am not a coward and I'm nothing like that those damn elves!! You pompous, over grown, bald flee bag! He stomped his way over to the man kicking every thing out of his way. The few soul gems that littered the floor from the lycanthrope's rampage flew past his head. Mysticism may have been a nearly forgotten and removed school of magic, at least as far as the Mage's College was concerned but in his travels he picked up numerous old tomes that had spells. Developing spells on telekinesis was simply his way of minimalising effort and practicing his magicka control. That and he had something to hold over other mage's heads for the simple fact that he is one of the few practitioners of such spells. You talk down to me like I'm the animal! Like I'M the one that came barging into a locked room and destroyed someone's life time research! Do you have any idea just how difficult it is to come across a body that isn't so badly damaged to reanimate with conscious thought??? No?? I didn't think so! Do you know how fucking long it has been since I finally had enough QUIET to even concentrate?! You barged in here, and I presume you slaughtered my apprentices and their acquaintances and you have the audacity to accuse me of being snooty and treating you like a dog? Gwinduin had marched his way to the hybrid and managed to kick his feet out from under him and pushing him back with a sudden burst of frost against his chest. The moment the man was of the floor he placed a mud covered boot on his chest and bent down, tearing the dagger from his belt free and pushing it against the man's neck. I'm fucking sorry, dog , but I wasn't the one that was literally a fucking wolf five minutes ago! Or should I call you a feline? And no, I'm not scared to touch the living. See? I'm touching you aren't I? The Bosmer jabbed him in the chest several times before grabbing him by the hair and holding his head still, pulling the rest of his weigh on top of him so that he was squatting on his chest and abdomen. Before you pull your high and mighty descendent of a fucking high elf bullshit on me, you better watch yourself. When I said I would steal your soul I fucking meant it. He pulled a black soul gem into his hand and held it before him. I don't piss to mark my territory but to show my contempt and loathing and I'd rather have nothing more than to cut you down and apart to see what makes you tick.