Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140725195827/@comment-3293219-20140725210559

Jaryl could feel himself slowly retaking his grip on reality, slightly stirring, groaning like a teenager, who sought the sanctuary of his duvet, hoping to escape responsibility and his family and education for a few minutes longer. His body ached all over but he didn’t honestly feel like he had been beaten. He slowly stirred, scrunching up his nose as a bit of straw tickled it as he slowly lifted his head, his eyelids were pried open by his willpower and everything slowly blurred into focus, revealing a tall, grey skinned figure in purple robes.

Like the others, his eyes lit up, like purple suns, two small, orange marbles that were embedded into his skull, which were practically glowing, illuminating through Jaryl’s dimmed vision. The detail of the figure was slowly added as he blurred into focus, revealing a slightly older but familiar face.

“X-Xervish?” Jaryl asked, shakily, slowly pulling himself to his feet as he looked up at him, seeing the Dunmer before him, looking quite frustrated. It wasn’t anything new, really but in this reality, Xervish hadn’t seen Jaryl in nearly two hundred years. Surely he’d more pleased to see him at this point…

“Jaryl…” He replied, bitterly, leading Jaryl to believe that he wasn’t exactly overjoyed to see him as he stood; his eyes were narrowed as he placed his hands in his pockets, glaring at the young Bosmer.

“Wait…” Jaryl panted, leaning against the bars of his cell and looking up to the vampire lord.

“Th-Those guys who beat me… They worked for you?”

The Wizard nodded, removing his hands from his pockets and folding his arms, with a frown.

“He sent you here, didn’t he?”

“Telemachus? Y-Yeah… That would make sense, now that I think about it… He sent us to this shit hole, fucked up Julie’s brain, stabbed Telim and got the fuck beaten out of me. Erm… Thanks for that, by the way.”

“My pleasure.” Xervish replied, casually, stepping forward and unlocking Jaryl’s cell, slowly opening it.

“Come on, Telemachus is trying to change the timeline, trying to rewrite everything and erase us from history.” The Wizard explained, shortly as he turned away and began to walk down the corridor, prompting Jaryl to follow him as several shrieks could be heard, from down the hall way. The Bosmer ignored it, shuddering slightly as he continued to march on, following his ‘friend’ up the stairs, to the top of the tower.

Jaryl looked up, somewhat amazed at the size of this tower; it was obvious that this was built for the study and practice of magic…

As he stood, gawking at the architecture, Xervish frantically rushed about, grabbing several bottles and grinning before turning back to Jaryl, who seemed to have only just noticed that he was in the room.

“That bastard wants to alter the timeline?” He asked, passing Jaryl a small, blue poison bottle.

“Let’s see how well that works out for him…” He grinned as Jaryl slowly took it, wondering what the hell he had given him. He slowly drew a dart from his pocket and dipped it in the pot, swabbing up some of the blue liquid before slotting the dart into his mini-crossbow, pulling the latch and locking it in.

“This should bring a little irony to Telemachus’ ‘tragic’ demise.” The Wizard mocked, turning towards some sort of gateway and approaching it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m going to send you back to your own time; I figure that you’d want to be in on the action… Yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Could you teleport me behind Telemachus, so that I can ram my sword up his ass?” Jaryl smirked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall as the vampire got to work on the portal.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Heh… If it were possible, I would but I don’t know where you’ll end up, it’s hard to get you in the room with him, never mind finding an exact pin-point location for you to simply appear in.” Xervish explained, continuing to work on the portal as Jaryl stood up, somewhat thankful that his injuries had been healed, whilst he was out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Xervish? Can I ask you somethin’?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Be quick, I’m almost done.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… Isis is carryin’ my kid right now…” Jaryl began to mutter, slowly scratching his arm.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Could you tell me… What it’ll be?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ha, you wish to know your child’s gender? Not many people have that luxury…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Even now? I mean, no one figured out a way?” Jaryl asked, suddenly intrigued.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, there was a potion, that was trialled but… it caused deformities, I hear that they’re still testing it on pregnant slaves.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuckin’ sick bastards…” Jaryl grumbled, seething as he looked away, wondering what hell they’ve put Julie through.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Still… I wanna know, is it a boy or a girl?”

<p class="MsoNormal">As Jaryl finished his question, the frame rattled as a purple portal was conjured at the centre, which slowly opened up and expanded across the entire frame. It shimmered and flickered, illuminating the room in a purple light, prompting Jaryl to step forward.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s time; your destiny awaits you, through that portal!” Xervish snapped, turning back to him, with a scowl.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Xervish… C-Can you tell me before I go? Is it a boy or a girl!?” Jaryl asked, desperately.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Vampire Lord paused as he thought about his answer, glancing across the room as he thought of the best response, one that would appease him, without giving too much away. He eventually paused, smirking as he thought up the perfect answer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes.” Was all he said before shoving the Bosmer through the portal.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl landed on the far side of the room, watching as Telemachus was brutally beaten to death by Julie, he remained in the shadows, during the aftermath before stepping forward and approaching the group, being careful, not to get accidentally zapped.

<p class="MsoNormal">He slowly approached the group, stepping out into the light as Dufont vanished…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m… Late?” He asked in disbelief, slowly looking at Telemachus’ mangled corpse.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nice goin’ Xervish…

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