Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-3293219-20140622113429

Irvine struggled against the Dunmer as Silvia darted, running over to the Bandit’s desk and snatching a letter opener as she approached the two struggling Dunmer, she tightened her grip on it, hovering it above them. She quickly whipped it behind her back as the door burst open and Colm quickly kicked Julie across the face, allowing Irvine to throw her off. She was a lot stronger than she looked but she was weakened by the boot to the face.

Irvine pulled himself up and dusted himself off, stamping on Julie’s ribs out of spite as Silvia ran over and shielded the young Dunmer with her back, still shaking slightly.

“She’s had enough!”

Irvine just glared at her but eventually nodded, turning back to Colm as he rarely came anywhere near his office, unless he had something to say.

“What is it?”

Colm looked saddened for a brief moment, the first time that he had ever looked serious about anything as he glanced away before meeting Irvine’s eye.

“Merril lost her baby…”

The older Dunmer exhaled and gently brushed his forehead, with his fingers in despair as he stepped back, seeming normal for the first time since Julie first met him at the camp. He shook his head and stepped out of the room, looking back to Colm.

“Watch them!” He ordered as he stepped downstairs.

-

Irvine left the main office and cellblock behind him as he stepped out into the courtyard, which had since been rebuilt. The slave coups were still there but they had been hollowed out and turned into houses or shops and the foundation beams for new houses had been set around them. A few displaced families lived in several tents outside, leaving their tents and coming together to cook tonight’s rations over a metal drum, with a flames flickering inside.

Irvine passed as an Orsimer hovered a piece of rabbit meat over the fire, on a spit, looking up and seeing that it was Irvine. He smiled and nodded to him in response…

“G-Good evening Mister Irvine.”

“Good evenin’ Jok.” The Dunmer replied, sounding a lot more friendly than he did before, without any sinister hints at all. He didn’t have time to chat as he wandered across the courtyard, finding his way to a large tent at the far end of the camp and seeing an Altmer in white robes, tending to a young Breton woman, who looked heartbroken.

“And I…” She whispered, shakily before looking back to Irvine.

The Dunmer stood in the doorway, looking quite sympathetic towards her, slowly approaching them and taking a seat beside the grieving mother.

“Hey… Merril…” Irvine whispered, taking a seat on a stool beside her and taking hold of her hand, his eyes softened as they met hers.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Imperial nodded, resenting the pity behind his eyes but appreciating that people cared enough to pity her. She sat up and gently reached over for his hand, somehow glad that it was there…

<p class="MsoNormal">“T-This was my only chance to keep him alive…” She whispered, hanging her head and letting the tears roll out of her stinging eyes and roll down her face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“M-My only chance t-to… H-Have Jullian’s baby… T-To…” She began to cry again, too exhausted to suppress her emotions.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Merril…” Irvine whispered, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder as she nodded, openly sobbing at this point.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Jullian would have been immensely proud of you, for caring and nurturing his child and bringing it into the world. You brought him into this world and did everything you could, none of this is your fault, I know that Jullian would agree with me, if he was here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Merril sighed and nodded, looking back to him with tear stained eyes before she got up to embrace him, her child had been born weak and they were amazed that it wasn’t stillborn, their medical personnel did everything they could but…

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s not though… N-Now I’m all alone…” Merril sighed, shivering a little at the thought of it but immediately stopping as Irvine put his hand on her shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No… You’re one of us, your place is here and we’ll be here for you.” This got the Breton’s attention as she didn’t expect this, she wasn’t much in terms of… well anything and half expected to be thrown out with her child. Without it, she thought that she’d be even more worthless…

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’ll… Have a funeral for the boy; bury him with the others, okay?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Breton nodded with a faint smile as she threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her teary eyelids against his neck.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thank you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Silvia helped Julie up, which was difficult as she was almost twice her size and carried her over to the bed, gently dropping her on it. Her feet were already black from the ash and soot on the floor as were her knees and hands but she had more important things to worry about.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you… hurt?” She asked, sounding a little more confident at this point as Colm’s people brought in the bucket of water that she had requested as he continued to watch them…