Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-3293219-20140621170844

Jaryl was given a rude awakening, when a boot dug into his ribs, his eyes shot open to see Theis, looking down on him with a frown as he dug the boot deeper into the Bosmer’s ribs, shaking his head, with his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, rise and shine son, we’re movin’!” The Nord mocked as he walked away, prompting Jaryl to roll over onto his side and bury his head into his hands as he clutched his temples, sighing heavily. Azarik and Sil were stood outside waiting, arms folded with their knapsacks on; it was then that it became obvious that this wasn’t originally their camp as they had no intention of carrying the tent along with them.

The Bosmer slowly rose to his feet, getting one last look at his ‘home’ as he made his way over to the front flap, seeing the three refugees, who stood ahead of him. Even though they looked confident and happy, they still looked rather displaced, nowhere near as experienced as his group was. Theis was the only one among them, who looked like he could really handle himself.

“Ready to go?” Theis asked, expecting a ‘yes’ as he didn’t have any stuff to pack and he had been ready to move for some time now. Jaryl looked back over his shoulder, one last time before giving them a nod, getting a small smile from Sil.

“Sure, let’s go break somethin’…” He muttered, setting off ahead of them, stepping out in front and taking the lead but he didn’t stay there for long…

-

Jaryl just watched the scenery as he wandered along, Theis was too busy thinking to himself and Silvia was talking to Azarik, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to Jaryl and giggling. Jaryl didn’t care, as soon as they get close to the Citadel? He’d be out of here…

The Bosmer slowly approached them, not even realising that he was now stood beside Silvia, who was staring at him, in the hopes that he’d realise.

“Hey, Hanged Man?”

This got his attention but he didn’t dignify her with a verbal response, instead he just raised an eyebrow.

“We were trying to guess your name, the one who guesses first wins 50 gold.” The Bosmer explained, giggling as she did so.

“Will you tell us? If either of us get it right?”

Jaryl just sighed and shook his head, glancing away for a brief moment before they began…

“Rosentia?” Silvia asked, with a grin.

“Erm… Alice?” Azarik suggested, finding that his grin was getting wider.

“Louisa?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Jess?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Cindy?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl just began to grumble, looking away, he wasn’t in the mood to have the piss taken out of him but he remained silent as they overheated their brains, trying to guess what his name was.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Gladys?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Joane?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Maria?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl’s scowl was replaced with a look of shock as he thought for a brief moment, he wasn’t in control of his own facial expressions for a brief two seconds and it was obvious that the last name distressed him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Drop it…” He hissed, shifting his head to the left.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hangy…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now!”

<p class="MsoNormal">With that, the Bosmer stormed on ahead, passing Theis as he wandered deeper into the wilderness, prompting the old Nord to look back at the two that he was travelling with and shrug.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">The group gave Jaryl an hour or two to cool off before Silvia approached him again. Until then, Theis was the only one brave enough to speak to him, telling him when he was going the wrong way…

<p class="MsoNormal">Silvia broke ranks and ran over to him, wandering by his side and giving him a warm smile, which he didn’t return… She sighed and glanced down to her feet, shaking her head a little as she went.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look… I’m sorry.” This got Jaryl’s attention as he turned to face her, suddenly feeling kind of bad.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We just… don’t know anything about you, y’know?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl nodded, still too stubborn to speak, though he wasn’t mad at them, they didn’t know Maria or anything that had happened before. Mainly, because he didn’t tell them…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Maria… Was my mother in law…” Jaryl whispered, his throat still badly damaged from his execution, only a few days ago.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh…” Silvia whispered picking up on his tone that she had died or something bad had happened to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry… We didn’t…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Aratius killed her… Along with my wife…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Silvia gasped at the shock of it; he didn’t sound emotional as most of his emotions had been suppressed at this point, every emotion but rage. The Bosmer continued on anyway, ignoring the fact that she’d stopped dead in her tracks a few moments ago. Silvia shook her head and chased after Jaryl, looking to him with her sad eyes as she was overwhelmed with sympathy for him. It made sense, his attitude and the fact that he wanted to die.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hangy…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl just glanced to her before fixing his eyes on the road, picking up the pace as he tried to burn the anger off. Silvia followed from behind, not even trying to keep up anymore as she slinked back too shocked to inform Azarik of what she had just learned.