Beginning of a nightmare (part 4-5)

  • (Part 4)
    He climbs from the den of horror
    Sits down, glances at the aurora
    Suddenly he hears a whistle
    Followed by an arcane missile
    He casts a ward, fully awake
    The missile hits, the ward does break
    The man is onto his back
    His assailants continue the attack
    He rushes up, a crack is heard
    Lightning explodes, his vision is blurred
    Drinking a potion he runs
    His legs are heavy, like they weigh tonnes
    A club from behind, a nasty whack
    As he slowly faints the world black.

    (Part 5)
    He stirs awake, his head is sore
    Just moving is a chore
    Bleary eyed he looks around
    He seems to be underground
    Looking again he notices it
    And altar, on it pieces of meat
    Nothing makes sense, till he sees the shrine
    Not just any shrine, one to Hircine.