Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140404170938/@comment-3293219-20140406154549

(For those of you who don't like reading, as always there is a summary bellow...)

Set found himself at home, his true home, back before he received the burns on his face and burden in his heart. His hair was longer, like it was before he was baptised by flamed and Miri was lay on top of his sleeping bag, writing something one a piece of paper, using his chest as something sturdy, to lean her paper on.

“Okay… Now it’s your turn.” She informed him, folding over the top half of the page and handing it to him.

“Right… And what do I write?”

“You have to think up of a person for my person to meet.”

The Bosmer glared at her but then shrugged and played along, rolling onto his stomach and scrawling at the page.

“They met with…”

“Don’t tell me! Fold it over, once you’re done!”

Set wrote his character down and folded the piece of paper again before handing it back to the Bosmer girl. She took it and began scrawling again, this time using his back to prevent her quill from poking through the page and ruining the paper. After a few moments, she folded it and handed it back to him.

“Done!”

Set chuckled slightly, wonder where this was going, he took the folded piece of paper again and looked down on it.

“Okay, what now?”

“You write what your character says…” “Okay, what did your character say?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you, that’s the fun of it!”

“Okay…” The bosmer began to scrawl on the sheet of paper and eventually wrote his character’s line before handing it back, still clueless as to where this was going.

“Okay, now I have to write my character’s line.” Miri informed him, reaching over his head and snatching the piece of paper from his hand and scrawling on it once more.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay, now you write the consequence!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The what?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The ending.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But, we don’t know…”

<p class="MsoNormal">She rolled her eyes and huffed, growing tired of reminding him of the rules of this parlour game. Set grumbled and went back to writing his consequence.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay…” The Muttered as he finished jotting it down.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Done!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer handed it back to her and lay on his back as she unfolded it and began to read. She cleared her throat before starting.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Emperor Soir Aube meets…” She squinted as she tried to make out Set’s stencilled, spidery hand writing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“J-Jaryl?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“My brother…” Set informed her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay… They met at the White Gold Tower, in the Imperial City.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl said…” She struggled to read it but eventually managed to make it out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shut it…. I only came for the skooma…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sounds like Jaryl alright…” Set chuckled, much to her annoyance.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Emperor said: ‘Tis a fine day for tea, with friends.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright, so…

<p class="MsoNormal">They woke up the next morning, naked, with a hangover from hell.” As soon as she finished, Set burst out laughing, much to her disappointment. She sighed and dropped the piece of paper to one side, curling up on his sleeping bag as Set lay there, giggling like an idiot.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve always wanted to do that…” She muttered, more to herself than anything.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set stopped, confused by what she meant. “What, wake up, with a hangover, next to the Emperor…

<p class="MsoNormal">Or Jaryl?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“N-No… I meant; go to the White Gold Tower and see it. See all of the Imperial City really…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set sat up, intrigued as she had never mentioned this before…

<p class="MsoNormal">“You mean, travel?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Maybe… You used to do it before you got here right?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set paused, he’d never thought of it like that before, as it wasn’t as glamorous as most people described travelling to be. He moved from place to play and narrowly avoided death or serious injury, every day.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sort of… Mostly around Cheydinhal, Bravil and Skingrad…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Did you ever go to the Imperial City?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I passed it, several times but we never went in…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Miri was disappointed to hear that but she was still intrigued, Skingraad was the second biggest city in Cyrodiil, Bravil was often described as ‘ugly’ but then again, so was their camp. She closed her eyes and imagined being stood at the base of the old, Ayleid tower that she saw on the horizon, every time she walked along the blue road.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m going to see it one day…” The Bosmer mumbled into Set’s sleeping bag.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ll see the White Gold Tower, the Elven gardens, the Talos Plaza and maybe the rest of Cyrodiil.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set smiled as he placed his hand on her shoulder, lay back and closed his eyes, this sounded like a long way off and perhaps he could talk some sense into her before she embarked on her ‘epic adventure.’

<p class="MsoNormal">“Guess I’ll have to find some new friends then…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Huh?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, with you gone, I’ve just got those assholes in the hunting party and they ain’t fun.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Gone? Pfft… You’re coming with me! I can’t go there on my own! Remember when I tried to get water from the lake and I was attacked by a bear?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I remember it taking half of the camp to bring it down…

<p class="MsoNormal">Though, I was asleep…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, you were…” She ended on a chuckle as she curled up beside him, closing her eyes and smiling. “I can’t wait to get out of here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set wasn’t sure, he loved it at the camp, he was protected by good people and he was able to contribute a good deal as he was a pretty decent tracker but Miri really made this place. He just smiled, lay back and enjoyed the moment, knowing that one day; they could travel together and see the world.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only, that day never came…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Set’s hand fell on his stomach as Miri vanished and he awoke in the dark. The familiar flicker of the oil lamp, in the corner, had gone and the burns on his face had returned, bringing with them a pain in the back of his neck.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Fuck! Isis? Cyrus!?''

<p class="MsoNormal">He sat up and rolled out of bed, this was a terrible move as it brought the attention of the nearby guards, who turned around and grabbed him by the arms. His resistance was but a pathetic nudge as he was somewhat weak from a lack of food or proper sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer was dragged out of the tent, eventually giving up what little fight he was putting up as they took him to their leader.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Their leader sat in his ‘throne room,’ King of his own little world and a god like figure over anyone who was weaker than him. An orsimer of high stature, an impressive amount of muscle tone and a god like voice, that brought order to any situation of chaos in its wake. In his society, he needed it. Chaos was but a sneeze away as his people only refrained from complete anarchy, out of fear of their ‘king.’

<p class="MsoNormal">“Remog!”

<p class="MsoNormal">One of his bandits approached him, the nord who beat Set over the head, and he was accompanied by two of his comrades, who were carrying the two infants in their arms. This intrigued the king as he specifically ordered his guards to slaughter anyone who crossed them, unless they were a person of intrigue. Blades made good hostages but brought a lot of attention to Remog’s part of the island; they often just killed them in the woods, stripped them of their gear and threw them into the sea or buried them in the wilderness. The two infants could possibly be classed as a ‘curiosity’ as women and children often fetch the best prices but these were far too young to be of any use as slaves.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Julias, this had better be good…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“We have gained an Akaviri katana and two infants, as well as a Bosmer prisoner, however, we lost Peris.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm and how did you ‘lose’ Peris?” Remog asked, though he didn’t truly care, any soldier that was too weak to fight would fall and it would only strengthen his numbers if the weak inevitably fell to his stronger enemies. His army would grow stronger as the weak were trimmed, like fat in a diet. Only the best and brightest would be left standing and these were the soldiers he wanted, like the beta males of the pack, forever under the wing of the alpha male.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Bosmer, the one we captured, surrendered but then killed Peris, when he tried to take his weapon away.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good… Mercy is for the weak, anyone who foolishly trusts their enemy deserves to have them stab them in the back. Now what are these… things?!” He snapped, growing impatient as Peris could have died much later and his death could have been a little more worthwhile, than over the apprehension of one Bosmer, who they eventually captured anyway.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Th-The Bosmer was carrying children… Breton/Imperial children, by the looks of them.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“We figured that you’d want to sell them?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why? They’re weak…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But… Couldn’t you sell them to be… like… grown slaves?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“They are small and useless. Were I a lion, a boar, a wolf or a bear, I would not give a rat’s ass about their ‘disability.’

<p class="MsoNormal">Go and drown them in the river, they’ll get no pity from me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“My King, I hate to question your judgement but…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re going to anyway…” Remog grumbled as he sat back in his throne.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… One of them is a girl and…

<p class="MsoNormal">Well, we don’t have many in the camp…

<p class="MsoNormal">The few women we have are too old for our boys and they’re growing a bit…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Remog sat forward, as if this idea had reached out and grabbed him, he seemed intrigued but this was all an act, to mock the Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Julias?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you fucking stupid? Look at it; it can’t even lift its own head!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“T-True but… We could raise her and in a few years…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Julias… I appreciate your loyalty. I’d appreciate you, if you weren’t so fucking stupid but seriously? Who the fuck’ll raise her? Do I look like a fucking nanny to you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“N-No but… I was thinking, the spinster, Harlis, she used to have a little brat of her own didn’t she?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Aye, she did…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Before I beat him to death…

<p class="MsoNormal">“So, she’s going to be eating our food, taking up valuable man power and for what? Just so that she can be a nice bit of ass around camp? As if we’re all going to watch her grow up and think ‘yeah, I’m totally gonna hit that one day…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Remog ended with a groan, falling back into his chair and running his hand, through his receding hairline. Julias was right about one thing, the men of the camp were growing a little more impatient but that could easily be fixed, by importing some more slaves.

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc was about to order her execution but then he thought of something…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait… Bring her to me.” He gestured with his finger, as if he was drawing Julias in, with a spell or a curse of some kind. He took the baby and approached the orc, holding the child in his arms.

<p class="MsoNormal">Remog took Isis and held her up, looking at the infant as he tried to hide his disgust. Children disgusted him, they were weak and only the strongest of them survived and became men or slaves… But this one… The way it looked at him, like it knew him, like it was reading him, it almost humbled the barbarian king. He lowered her and gave her back to Julias, she was different, smarter and with his help, she could one day be a brutal bandit queen, worthy of being his successor.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Very well, drown the boy but keep her, I have use for her…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yes, my king…” Julias muttered, taking the child off of the king and turning to the others to ask them to carry out his orders.

<p class="MsoNormal">The King slouched back in his throne, sighing to release the stress which came with ruling over a legion of idiots. Still, he at least profited from this, with the sword and the heir…

<p class="MsoNormal">“K-King? What about the Bosmer?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc snapped out of it, suddenly remembering that they had him as a prisoner.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Stop!” He called, causing everyone in the tent to freeze and turn to face him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Bring the Bosmer to me… That boy might be more important than we thought…”

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 * Set has a dream about his life with Miri


 * Remog, the bandit king, was introduced.


 * Isis and Cyrus were brought to him, he decided to have Cyrus drowned in the river and adopts Isis as his 'daughter.' Cyrus has been spared for now as the orsimer wants to question Set and revalue the child before drowning him.


 * There was no hot prison sex... :(

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