Ennodius Papius - Killer Paranoia

He sits on his rock while the snow falls gently around him. Flitting and jumping at every movement, anyone can see he's paranoid. Small quiet whispers escape his mouth as he continues to sit at his camp.

"They mock me but they don't understand, they don't know what's coming for me." his words are loud but hushed at the same time, his voice panicked and calm. A twig snaps and his head whips around only to see a rabbit making its way through the snow. Sighing, he turns back to the fire.

"Divines, I'm tired." he's quiet for a while before he hears a footstep behind him. His head whirls around once more to find someone towering over him. He stares at the armor and slowly makes his way up to their face to see a Dremora, its face morphing into a murderous smile. Beginning to tremble he can hear a woman's taunting voice in the distance, "you should run."

Slowly making his stand, the Dremora continues to watch him. His dark bloody eyes begin to smile and the second Ennodius can turn, he makes a break for it. All he can hear is the crunching of the snow under his feet, the wind whistling by his ears and the warbling voice of the Daedra chasing him.

This isn't what I thought would happen! This isn't at all what I was expecting! I thought the Dark Brotherhood would get me, not the damned Daedra!

Continuing to sprint through the woods, he can see a creek up ahead. He knows it's slippery territory and he wants to slow down but he knows the Daedra won't have the courtesy to do the same.

The creek gets closer and closer and Ennodius decides there's no time to be careful. Placing his first step into the water he can feel himself slipping on the rocks but he gains his balance before he falls. Continuing his escape, he looks behind him to see if the Dremora has gained on him. It seems to be lingering behind before it disappears.

Ennodius lets out a small laugh of relief and when he faces the direction of his running again he slams into something hard, knocking him to the ground. Looking up he can see it's the Dremora that disappeared. With a smile still on it's face, Ennodius watches as it raises an axe above him. He instinctively turns away from the sight, raising his arms up to block the attack and watches as the snow stains red.

"It is done." A garbled voice comes from her summoned Dremora. Ghel strolls up to the body and crouches down next to him.

"Good work." She waves her hand in the air and the Dremora disappears in a cloud of purple. She continues to stare at the cadaver while placing a nightshade flower in his torn hands. "I'm sorry your body was mangled, your death was supposed to be cleaner than this."

Standing back up she brushes the snow off her leather and saunters out of the woods.