Based on ingame rp.
World of make Believe, Part II
The woman Meroz had called Mistress stood in the cave behind a larger table mixing several fluids together in a small elegant beaker. Beside her in a heap laid the remnants of a human. Its limbs were discolored and pale.
“No she is not, now. Be silent and don't dare looking at me.” She gestured to the rotting limbs. “Move them to her, make sure she inhales it.”
Meroz bowed obedient. “Of course, Mistress... Sorry...” He took a pair of thick gloves from his pocket and pulled them carefully on his hands before he took a few rotting limbs from the ground, frowning.
The woman patted the rat that she held in one hand, glancing from Meroz to the pile of severed arms and legs. She quirked a brow. “Why do you wear that?”
“Wear what, Mistress...?” He kept his look down, holding two limbs in his hands.
“The gloves, you don't think Set protects you? He gives you great power, and you don't trust him.” The woman shook her head slowly, moving over; she grasped a tuft of Elyssas hair, yanking the Cimmerian's head back. “Wake up!”
The nightmare would not end…she only relived it over and over again. She tried to breath, but the pressure over her chest tightened and she panicked. For one moment she was free and she felt his touch lingering over her, soothing her. In the next moment she was back, kneeling on the shore of the little lake in Poitan. She felt the hard rock under bare feet, warm from the early morning sun. The breeze in her face caressed her like a lover’s gentle hand. She heard a cough behind her and she looked up at the man standing some 5 meters behind her.
“Yes?”
“Excuse me, lass... Ye don’t happen to be Lady Elyssa? I'm carrying important message for her.”
Elyssa eyed the man with suspicion. He was large, but he looked and behaved like a boy. Something in her told her he something was off. “I have never heard about the lady in question.” She rose slowly to her feet.
The boy lowered his head a bit, shaking it slightly. “Ah, my fault then, lass... I'm bringing news about her- Never mind.”
She eyes him still suspicious. No one knows I’m here. She desperately tried to remember if she had seen any familiar face on the streets the last few days. She came up blank. “I’m sorry that I can’t help you.”
The boy nodded at her.” Aye, sorry for the trouble then lass.” He began to walk away from her.
Elyssa looked up on the ridge to the left of her, seeing a woman standing there with her undead as a wall around her. She only needed one look before she hastily began to walk back towards the house.
The boy stood in front of the woman and shook his head slightly. “She said she isn’t the woman you seek, Mistress... The woman dismissed the boy and walked down the ridge following Elyssa, shouting after her. “Halt.”
“Pardon me?” Elyssa stopped in her tracks. “What is this??”
The woman eyed Elyssa calmly, the two unnatural beings at her side fidgeting slightly, reanimated bones with slabs of flesh, their organs dangling from where their stomach would have been. “Tell me, you are Ferron's lover-- And do not lie to me.”
Elyssa looked between the boy and the woman in front of her. The boy coughed and looked at his mistress nervously.
“What??? Who are you?”
One of the unnatural beings licks the place where its lips used to, the other attempted to mimic this, but its jaw is lacking, its tongue rotten away. “Kemoserit, a dear friend of Ferron.”
Elyssa looked really perplexed. “I am not the one you are seeking...” Time to get away from this abomination quickly.
The boy nodded at Kemoserit like she had given him a secret message. He stepped behind Elyssa and took a firm hold of her both arms. “Easy now, lass.”
Elyssa shouted angrily and surprised. “Hey!!!”
Kemoserit reached up with an absent hand, scratching the scar at her face, it runs from one cheek to the other, crossing the bridge of her nose. “My crows watched you with him, do not lie.” One of the dead men slithered up to Elyssa, laying an ice cold hand on her forearm.
Elyssa began to struggle to get free, kicking the boy’s knee with her foot. He grunted, but kept the hold of her arms easily. “Calmly lass...”
“I don’t even know what you are talking about!!!!
Kemoserit extended an arm, attempting to grab a hold of Elyssas neck with her hand, clenching roughly. “Your name is Elyssa; you are his previously-cursed lady love.”
Elyssa jumped up and kicked Kemoserit while her weight was supported by the boy. Kemoserit let out a sharp hiss as she got kicked and stumbled a bit back. Both dead men unsheathed their rusty weapons, eyeless sockets glaring to her. “If you are not her, then there is no reason for you to live, is there?”
Elyssa felt her your skin getting warmer and warmer under the boy's hands, it almost started to burn. Some sweat started to form on the boy's forehead while he turned his gaze over Elyssa shoulder to Kemoserit, looking nervous and slightly panicked. “I- I can't control it much longer... It burns.”
“ahhhhhh.... take it away....it burns.” Elyssa screams when the burnt sensation gets unbearable, white glowing pain under her skin.
“Let go of her Boy.” Kemoserit exclaimed sharply. The dead men moved to Elyssa, attempting to seize her with their cold hands, their grip surprisingly strong.
He let go of her, pushing her to the ground and turned around and let out deep groan of relief. Fire pillars shoot from his palms and he aimed them towards the small house, making the dry wood burst on flames.
Kemoserit glanced to the side, watching the house, as if it was the most natural of things.
The boy looked over his shoulder at Kemoserit, slightly nervously, but with some sort of happiness in his eyes.
Elyssa turned her head when she heard the noise of flames licking up the walls. “NOOOOOO......” She screamed, crawled, trying to get to her feet towards the house. “He is inside. I have to get him out.”
“That was good Meroz, very powerful; at least you did not burn the bitch.” Kemoserits gaze turned back to Elyssa, whom she approached again, attempting to take a rough grip of her red hair, the claws of Kemoserit's gloves scraping across the woman's scalp.
Meroz eyed around a bit nervously. “Ma- maybe we should go? The villagers might get upset...”
Elyssas head snapped up when Kemoserit gripped her hair and she gets stopped in her attempts to get to the house. “He is in there... I have to get him out...” She cried when she saw the flames grow high above the rooftop, licking a nearby house.
“Meroz, the villagers fear us-- Go get our horses and find some rope.” She tugged back at the hair roughly, moving her hand up to line with Elyssa's eyes, two fingers moved up close to each eyeball, the pointed claws inches from them. “Tell me your name.”