They were rumours going round the city. Tales of gleaming red eyes in the dark that were following you in the street at night. Whispers of smoke coming out from a fully cloaked figure. Reports talking about a woman with no shadows following her steps. Accounts of a grin composed with sharp teeth. Rumours of a vampire who left frost on the pillow of its victims.
The guards said that it was the thing that lived in the abandoned house that did this. That there was no vampire. But they were fresh bite marks adorning their arms and necks when they said that.
“Those guards are no longer guards of Markarth.” said one. “If there are any guards in our city, it’s those of that beast’s den!” And those who heard him agreed. And so did the whole city not long after. Guards will be no help to track the monster. So they asked jarl Igmund for assistance. For protection. But he didn’t believe them. There were neither vampires nor Forsworns in his city. And the ones who contradicted him were send to Cidhna mine, accused of conspiracy, of plot. As soon as some people were sent down the silver hole, Markarth became quiet again. But whispers could still be heard in the Silverblood-Inn accusing a person or another. But most of these accusations led to nothing, as they were the result of an amount of fear, hate and of an exacerbated paranoia. Nonetheless there was one that rumours seemed to pursue. And those suspicions soon gangrened the city.
“Look!” one said at the marketplace, whispering to his neighboor. “She’s here!”
“Her eyes, Divines, have you seen her eyes?”
“And her skin! Gods, she’s so pale!”
“Shh... She’s looking at us!”
They stopped as her gaze fell upon them. Did she hear them? A bulky Nord came to her side, whispering something to her pointy ears. She frowned her brows as she heard his words and left the market soon after. Every eyes were fixed on her back.
“Did you see? Did you see?”
“What did he tell her?”
“Look, she’s wearing so many clothes! We can barely see her skin!”
“Isn’t that smoke coming out from her?”
And it continued in every houses, stores and buildings of the stone city. Regardless of the hour of the day or the place, the words “Thane” and “vampire” were in every mouth.
Re: Humana inspired to nightmare (Until the light takes us) [1/?]
The guards said that it was the thing that lived in the abandoned house that did this. That there was no vampire. But they were fresh bite marks adorning their arms and necks when they said that.
“Those guards are no longer guards of Markarth.” said one. “If there are any guards in our city, it’s those of that beast’s den!”
And those who heard him agreed. And so did the whole city not long after. Guards will be no help to track the monster. So they asked jarl Igmund for assistance. For protection. But he didn’t believe them. There were neither vampires nor Forsworns in his city. And the ones who contradicted him were send to Cidhna mine, accused of conspiracy, of plot. As soon as some people were sent down the silver hole, Markarth became quiet again. But whispers could still be heard in the Silverblood-Inn accusing a person or another. But most of these accusations led to nothing, as they were the result of an amount of fear, hate and of an exacerbated paranoia. Nonetheless there was one that rumours seemed to pursue. And those suspicions soon gangrened the city.
“Look!” one said at the marketplace, whispering to his neighboor. “She’s here!”
“Her eyes, Divines, have you seen her eyes?”
“And her skin! Gods, she’s so pale!”
“Shh... She’s looking at us!”
They stopped as her gaze fell upon them. Did she hear them? A bulky Nord came to her side, whispering something to her pointy ears. She frowned her brows as she heard his words and left the market soon after. Every eyes were fixed on her back.
“Did you see? Did you see?”
“What did he tell her?”
“Look, she’s wearing so many clothes! We can barely see her skin!”
“Isn’t that smoke coming out from her?”
And it continued in every houses, stores and buildings of the stone city. Regardless of the hour of the day or the place, the words “Thane” and “vampire” were in every mouth.