Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20161123165713

Moonunitiv wrote:

(Is Jabari still lying on the floor? Seems like a long time to ponder...) He just had the revelation that he was insane, and that most of his activities for the past couple days at least were entirely due to insanity. I dunno, that sort of moment would probably have most people despondently cloudgazing, especially considering how beautiful Skyrim's landscapes could be (even more so considering Whiterun is only a short distance from the Throat of the World). Anyways, STORY TIME!

''God, he's hungry. Not eating anything for a day will do that to you. Perhaps he should forage for a snack?''

''Carrots. Dear god, yes! Carrots! The sweet flesh, a crisp snap with each bite... perhaps he'll even make a stew! Ahaha, lovely carrots! Where to find them, though?''

''Ruins. Dwemer ruins. They're about orange. They have to have carrots! But... where's a ruin? Anywhere? Ah, to hell with it.''

''...wait. Couldn't he just get some from ome of Whiterun's many produce salesfolk? Or the several surrounding farms? Ah. Yes. Farm-fresh carrots.''

''About an hour and a purse's worth of carrots in his gullet later, Jabari's stroll through the now moonlit Whiterun finds him wanting to reconnect with the wilderness. It's rather gorgeous, these days. So he hides behind a house, and begins trying to howl.''

...

''Olava is sitting in a comfortable chair with a bowl of warm, hearty stew when she hears somebody howling. Must be that fresh blood who joined the Companions recently. They seem to do that sort of thing a lot. She slams her fist against the wall to shut them up. It knocks over her goblet of wine. Oh, bother.''

...

''A small band of guards, about three in number, run up to him. "We're going to have to ask you to stop that... shouting. It's making peop--" The guard pauses, and relaxes his voice from the classic 'guard drawl'. "Oh, hello Jabari. How's life been?"''

''Oh, dear god! It's Arvid! He's alive! Could that mean--''

''"It must've been tough since Radburn died. I know how important he was to you." Oh. Well then. Damn. Jabari decides to continue talking, regardless. "Indeed, Arvid, though he's left me an inheritance of sorts. I thought you had died too, that night."''

"Oh, no, not at all. I was only knocked unconscious -- those healers at the Temple of Kynareth say I would have bled out if I hadn't been -- but I'm perfectly fine. The wounds still hurt, though."

"And Ulfric?"

"Ah, did anybody seriously care about him? All he did was trounce around and brag how he has the same name as that Stormcloak fellow. He's dead, and I'd think we'll all sleep better for it, albeit it was somewhat tragic. He didn't have any surviving family anyways."

"Anyways, I'm waiting on Eorlund to make me some horse armor. It'll be awhile."

"Oh, by the way, did you catch that commotion earlier today? The Jarl was poisoned by some crazy gamble of his!"

"Yeah, I thought I heard something about potions. I wasn't sure though, as I was lying outside for most of the day."

"Why?"

"An arrow to the knee."

''The three guards burst into laughter. Jabari iterates that the joke itself was his reason for expulsion. They laugh even harder.''

"Anyways, we need to get back to the rounds, as you know. Oh, and, by the way, do you have a spare piece of cloth? I cut myself on one of my daggers in the commotion earlier."

"Sorry, I can't say I do... here. Take a couple septims and get one from the Bannered Mare later. I'm sure they have a cleaning rag or something they'd be ok parting with. I'll probably be drinking around the hearth then. Farewell for now."

''Jabari does, indeed, see Arvid stop by later. They share some of the soup on the fire before he leaves, and Jabari turns in, content with the day. He rarely has so little to do anymore. It's relaxing.''

Three days remain until the horse armor is complete.