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[Isil Narmolanya]

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It was driving her mad. Her hands pulsed with entropic energy at every moment she was awake, and asleep. She would awake in the middle of the night, coughing up her own blood

What is happening to me? I feel as if I am being killed from the inside out. This burning, why does it feel so-

An intense feeling of pain overwhelmed her body. It felt as if her own skull were being crushed, but at the same time inflated with fire.

Agh! I cannot take this much longer! How can I survive in constant fear and pain?!?!

She gripped at her hair, and pulled violently. Clumps of hair came down with every tug. She pulled and clawed until there was nothing left, only her scalp.

These... these skulls! These are doing this to me! If I remove them, then I can finally be at peace!

She clawed at her own palms until they bled. Chunks of flesh, skin, and muscle were torn from her palms, and replaced with bones, still coated with blood. However, the skulls remained. They were burned into her bones.
She wept at the sight of this, and cradled her now deformed, mangled hands close to her chest. She wept for hours, until finally falling asleep.

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Come forward, my child...

Isil woke atop a mountain, or so she first thought. Standing up, she noticed her surroundings. Surrounding her were five pillars of black stone. In front of her, a pedestal. Atop the pedestal was a black skull.

Why have I been brought here again?

Against her will, Isil began to step closer to the skull. She slowly reached for the skull, and noticed that her were only bone, with a now glowing black scar on each palm. She would have screamed, but when she opened her mouth, no words came forth.

What is happening to me? Why can't I speak?!?

Isil grasped the skull gently, and began to lift it from the pedestal. Bolts of black lightning struck the pillars around her as she lifted it higher towards the heavens. The skull began to speak to her, and each word pierced her mind like fire.

Morulath lak za, za'gan dulgor. De kalath soluk jorulath lak jeshklath pei zakar Dazarieng'gan korzuth!

Staring directly into the skulls eye sockets, Isil slowly responded, in an almost monotone voice.

I surrender to you, my Lord, my life and soul. I need not a voice with which to speak with, for you are my voice. Eyes are no longer necessary, for you allow me to see all that is true and pure!

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She awoke what seemed like a millenia later, and slowly sat up. She could feel something warm sliding down each cheek. She wiped away what she thought were tears, but when she gazed upon her hands, they were crimson with blood.

I cry tears of blood?!?

Suddenly, she remembered what she had said in what must have been a dream. She remembered the dreadly words which spewed forth from her lips. She could not bare the thought of speaking them again. Quickly, she fetched a needle and thick, black thread from a pocket sewn into the inside of her cloak. She pierced the skin around her lips, drawing the strong twine through her very flesh. She winced at every puncture, causing more tears of blood to rain from her eyes. Minutes passed, the pain becoming even more unbearable, but in her mind, it would be worth it. She would not be able to speak the dark words in the dream.

No longer shall I be cursed with the voice of evil. But my eyes! I wish not to see what Oblivion wishes me to! I must solve it... but, there is only one way. I must do it...

Reaching into a pouch on her belt, Isil slowly revealed a longer slender dagger. raising it towards her face, she gazed at it, almost awestruck by the reflection it cast.

Oh happy dagger, mine eyes are thine sheath, there I shall thrust you, and let my eyesight die.

With those final thoughts, Isil slowly pushed the dagger towards her left eye, and dug deep into her socket. She wanted to scream, but she could not. She wanted to stop, but she knew what the consequences would be. Cutting and slicing through her own eye, bits and pieces of it began to fall to the floor in front of her. She smiled for a moment at the sight of her own demise, but quickly stopped. Placing the dagger on the ground in front of her, she stuck a finger within her now open socket. Feeling around to make sure she had gotten everything, she once again took the dagger in her hand, and did the same to her right eye.

There, the deed is done. No longer shall Oblivion haunt me-

She was cut short from a small tingling in what were left of her hands. Looking down, she could see a deep glow. She couldn't believe it. After all the effort she put in, still oblivion haunted her. She would have cried, if not for her missing tear ducts, but instead, she smirked.

So this is how it must be. Very well, perhaps my life shall change even more than I have changed it today. I will find this black skull which haunts my dreams, and destroy it if I must.
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Stopped by January 2022, technically on the discord server.