Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140504164011/@comment-3293219-20140506082745

Jaryl wandered into the wreckage of the inn, seeing a mass of broken furniture and claw marks in the floors and walls.

"Gods... And I thought that the brawls in the den were bad..." The Bosmer mumbled.

Name: Jaryl

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Male

Age: Late twenties to early thirties.

Appearance: Youngish looking Bosmer with straggly, black hair, dark rings under his eyes and wispy hairs around his chin, from where he rarely shaves.

Class: Skooma Junkie (Specialises in knives, alchemy and sneaking)

Spells(Max 8 and optional): None

Powers(Racial + 2 more max): None

Armor: Clothing. (Dirty white cotton shirt, black leather pants and beat up shoes.)

Weapon(s): None (Good with a knife, if you can find one for him...)

Faction: J'Kaar's Skooma den (formerly)

Companionship.

Role in Faction: Loud mouth (Also potion maker)

Backstory: Jaryl turned to skooma out of boredom and he's been hooked on the drug, ever since. He has little to no desire to quit, because he doesn't really have a reason to. Though he may appear that he doesn't care about anything, he actually longs to be useful to somebody and prove his own worth. The Bosmer has some experience in alchemy as he tried to make his own drugs one summer and accidentally made a variety of potions and poisons instead, quite a lot of them have useful effects.

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Set awoke, seeing Solaris' face blurred into focus, he groggily sat up and stared blankly at him.

"No... Master..."

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"How the fuck could they get away, you had them cornered for fuck's sake!" Cray snapped at the guard, who had previously drawn the short straw, making him the bearer of bad news.

"W-We cornered them in the attic b-but there was a werewolf and.."

"A werewolf?" Cray asked, he sat back in his chair, unable to hide his skepticism.

"Y-Yes... It transformed and killed a bunch of our guys and a few people inside the house..."

"Did you kill it?"

"N-No... It got away..."

Cray sat back in his chair and ran his hand down his face, wondering if this guy was mocking him. It wasn't impossible to see such creatures in cities, every now and then you hear stories of people transforming in the streets and tearing the heads off of a few nearby grannies before they're put down but...

This was awfully convenient...

"We'll have to try another approach..." Cray mumbled, grabbing his books.

"That girl, in the chair? Can she walk?"

The guard's eyes shifted around the room, they had spent the entire night prodding her legs and lower back, with the lightning enchanted prong.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">"N-No... We don't think so, we could make her if you like."

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">"No, that won't be necessary..." Cray muttered, closing his book and getting up.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">"That girl still in her cell? The one that we 'vaccinated?"

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">"Y-Yeah, last time I checked."

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">"Good, go and get her and bring her to my office..."

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">The guard left and went to retrieve Iril as Cray sat back in his chair, putting his feet on the desk.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0px !important;">"We have a lot to discuss..."