Derath, this was the original post you prepared for the story. I dug it up after looking through 30 pages of OOC posts. I did some major alteration, to suit the situation better. You gonna just copy paste, or can you add on and describe better? I just laid down the points which have to be there, in order for it to make sense. I'm sure you want to make it romantic and whatnot. Sadly, that's not in my area of expertise.
I'm afraid you may have to post twice in a row.
Einarr looks into the darkness and his heart sinks, Her voice sound beaten and broken, tired beyond belief. He took a step forward subconsciously , only focused on the voice of Jessica.
"Oh, so you know this one, eh? It seems that you too have a connection." Einarr froze for a moment, dumbfounded. He recognized that voice. It was from long ago, but it still jolted the memory of the man whom owned it. He found himself stunned when he realized who it was, he himself hardly daring to believe it. "Guys, that voice...it's the Thane's"
"Oh figured out who I am? Well, I'm afraid it's too late." The man's rich voice was laced with triumph. The Thane grins a sick smile, replacing his handsome features with that of a lunatic. He drags Jessica in front of him, staring back at Einarr he holds his daedric dagger up to her neck, daring the party to come any closer.
Einarr wanted to scream out, to rip the man apart. However, he couldn't bring him self to moving an inch, for fear that it would bring harm to her. Tension was thick in the air, the silence unbroken.
"Let her go," He reasons with the man before him. Once, he and Jesicca had looked up to the man, found him as a source of inspiration in a town so plagued by greed and evil. Now, Einarr found himself looking at the man with loathing, hating him for everything he had done. Despite all this, he had no choice, swallowing his thirst for revenge. He was forced to plead with the man, hardly in the position to threaten the fiend."Why..why do you do this?"
"No matter what you say or do, she's going to die. You see, I just need her as a meat shield whilst I speak. It gets so boring being a genius, and having nobody to boast about it to," The man took a step forward, eyes locked onto Einarr's own.
"You see, I always had a passion. Something which many idiots would never support. Necromancy, of the special sort.
Now I ask myself: What's wrong with my version of Necromancy? After all, the only difference is that I need live subjects for my work. Most of the nearby bandit caves had been long since cleared out by me, so I was desperately short of subjects. It was also deemed illegal to simply snatch commoners from their beds for my tests.
I had heard of a Falmer cave nearby, so I decided to travel down one day and strike a deal with them. Prisoners for weapons. A fine deal. Wave a couple of swords in front of those brutes, and they gawk like it's a meteor or something."
" I must admit, a good plan. We didn't guess it until you told us, despite the countless clues you lay. Pray tell though, how did you get the whole town to pronounce you dead?" Geel spoke up now, his voice laden with both dread and curiosity. As the Argonian spoke, Einarr gazed at Jesicca. She looked thinner than he had known her to be, but her eyes still blazed wild.
"Ah...It was simply really. Get a few weapons from my 'friends' here, and use them to bash up my house. It hardly took a moment for me to bribe those lazy guards too. Told them to call me dead and make a big fuss about it. The more who know the better.
Now, I have all the time to do as I please. However, I tire of speaking to you lot. Say your prayers." The Thane's deft hands moved fast, his arm a blur.
"No!!" Einarr's own reaction was beyond fast, his legs racing even before his brain gave the order. Adrenaline surged through him like a great tide, but nothing prepared him for what came next. A great blow knocked him to the floor, sending him sprawling in the dust. From his position, Einarr saw Jesicca fall to the floor with a soft splash, blood spreading across the icy water. It stained it the color of hell, the water seeming to bubble and boil in anger.
First, he felt nothing but a dull ache within him. Then, his blood churned, steaming. No longer did he care what happened to this damned world, not a care given for the blood which trickled from his forehead . The only thing which really mattered in his life was gone, never to return. The bitter sadness had left him now, but in it's place was a fury unlike any other.
The Alpha wolf hurtled past the others before they had a chance to strike. Swords slashed and arrows flew, but all they met was thin air. Despite how bulky the beast was, it was gifted with an incredible speed. To others, it would have seemed a savage, bloodthirsty wolf. To Einarr, he saw nothing but a pup in his anger.
As the wolf charged back again, the heels of it's rider spurring it on, Einarr struck. His rage turned to power, fueling him, burning within his body. With a bloodcurdling roar, he grabbed the beast's front paw as it came for him. Dark energies screamed in unison, the chaotic magic giving him unholy strength. Willpower drove him on, and he hurled both rider and beast into the shadow beyond.
"You...Will pay for that." Einarr's voice was no longer his own. It seemed to rage of it's own accord, whateven demon within him free. He cared not about Geel's warnings anymore. He was willing to pay any price for his revenge.
(Derath, I stop here, if not your post will be too long. THe second part of yopur post can go in a diff post once others write. If ou want to know where u placed the original, i think it's page 99)