Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131109210838/@comment-3293219-20131110132757

(I had to get in the mood to write this, so I looped Mogwai's "what are they doing in heaven today" whilst writing it.

It's like cutting onions!)

meanwhile
Nish and Lilly sat opposite each other at the front entrance of the Dwemer ruin; they had a camp fire between them they had at embers to avoid a smoke trail that gave their position away.

The wood elf had fallen asleep, hours ago; he was somewhat exhausted from his hibernation.

Nish and Lilly sat in silence, distracting themselves with books, coins and knife tricks.

Nish had been trying the pinfinger game; he'd failed three times and had several cuts on his fingers.

"Shite!" He cursed, sucking the blood from his finger.

"You'd be better at it, if you weren't as tired..." Lilly said, turning a page in her book.

She was right of course but Nish hadn't slept well for three years... every night it was the same thing.

That gruesome image...

Lilly looked up and noticed that even talking about sleep was bothering him.

"Do you still have those dreams?"

Nish sighed and ran his hand down his face.

"Every... bloody... night."

Lilly sighed and closed her book and moved closer to the camp fire.

"Maybe you should talk about it."

"I don't need to..."

"It's been three years Nish!"

Nish scowled and looked away.

"It's not important..."

''Not important? How could'' it be not important when it was stopping him from sleeping...

"I... was in a group."

Lilly tilted her head to the side as she often does. "In Whiterun?"

"Yeah, that group... We had been travelling together for some time; we woke up every morning and something..." He laughed to himself and looked up as a tear ran down his face. "Really weird would happen..."

He sighed and looked at the camp fire.

"Were they your friends?" She asked, sympathetically.

"I... don't know to be honest." Nish muttered.

Lilly sat back and put her book on the floor.

"I know what that's like..."

"You do?"

"Yep... it was a long time ago but I had... well 'friends." She said, reminiscing.

"Like a group?"

"Yeah something like that... it started off with me and a dark elf. She was scary...

Then there were two nords, a man and a woman." Lilly noticed what he was trying to do and put the focus back onto Nish.

"So... what was your group like?"

Nish sighed and sat forward "Started off, I was on the run. I'd been running for three days, my feet and wrists were cut to ribbons.

Then I met a Tseaci... poor bastard..."

"In what way?" Lilly asked curiously.

"We found him dead... I had to bury him."

Lilly gasped and sat forward "I'm sorry..."

"Started off with me, a tseaci, an argonian, a nord who was built like a brick shit house and breton who had an odd addiction to sweet rolls."

Lilly giggled at the thought of a sweet roll addicted Breton.

"Over three days the group completely changed around me... Daniel moved on, Kilea-Ves... well...

But that place was like... I don't even know, I mean the group changed around me. Next thing I knew, I was fighting alongside an Argonian named Ukawi, an escaped slave with 'crazy' in his eyes.

There was this battle mage, C'laro. I've never seen a man so driven to do anything before... I mean, he set out on a quest to do what's good; he was made of stuff that makes heroes. Shame he was stupid some times and if he'd just fessed up and..."

Nish let it go, what was the point on focussing on the mistakes of the past?

Nish sighed and carried on

"Z'shal, master alchemist. If you could think of something... like invisibility, teleportation, strength or courage. He could create a bottle full of it. He often got overlooked but I knew... the group would be screwed without him.

Keerava, she was skilled with anything. She had an impressive aim with a bow and a great will to lea-"

"Who's Eilonwyn?" Lilly interrupted.

"When did I mention her?"

"In your sleep... every night you say it in the same way."

"You never mentioned this before..."

Lilly sighed "I didn't think that you would want me to."

Nish sat back.

"She gave me this bow..."

"The one my mother fixed?"

"Yeah... she-"

Nish stopped as the wood elf began to murmur in his sleep.