Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620212625/@comment-5735114-20140621145801

(This is probably one of my worse pieces of writing, buuuuut, what the hell? May as well...)

Garvut’s charge was suddenly brought to a halt by a sharp pain in his back. He considered what it could be for a moment. The pain was too fierce to be a bee sting, but not quite enough to be his mother. Dedicating his whole attention to finding out what the pain could be, he deduced that it would be much easier to just turn around and find out what it was.

As the mammoth of a Nord turned around, the much smaller one who had stabbed him in the back could barely hold onto his sword, and was thrown off of it mid-turn, flying into Anearil, who was suddenly snapped out of her trance, and they both rolled out of the tent and into the snow outside.

The sword in Garvut’s back, hardly embedded due to the contrast between the amount of girth of Garvut and Talsakr, was thrown out as well by the force of the turn, flying blade-first into one of the fabric walls of the tent. Garvut heard the ripping noise and quickly turned to face it, seeing a hole in his tent next to a sword with a bloody tip.

Eldoril and his other two mages ran outside their designated tent, having killed all the bandits, to see Talsakr and Anearil in a heap on the ground.

“Are you okay!?” he asked rather worriedly and loudly.

Talsakr, who was on top, replied with a grunt. Not waiting to hear more, Eldoril readied two healing spells and began casting them, instructing the other mages to protect him.

“Fine! Just stabbed by a bee!” came a voice from inside the large tent.

It thoroughly frightened all of the mages.

“If we get away now… we won’t be blinded,” said Anearil quietly.

Wondering what on Nirn she meant, one of the mages bravely took a peek inside the tent. Instantly regretting it, he quickly backed away, but Garvut had seen the intrusion. His hands in flame, as usual, the Nord walked slowly towards the tent flap, ripping it off and looking outside to see eight mages and no bandits.

“Wait!” warned Eldoril quietly, “He’s a mage…

Maybe I could reason with him?”

Abandoning his healing briefly, seeing the large, naked, flaming Nord as the more imminent threat to their health, the Altmer cautiously walked up to the bandit. Before he could say anything, Garvut asked a question.

“Do you have… any rabbit?”

Eldoril nodded quickly, pulling a leg of rabbit from under his robes as if it were a sword of legend, and offering it to the large bandit.

“Ahh… Rabbit… I hate rabbit!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Seeing the sudden hostile intent of the Nord, Eldoril used the first spell he could think of, which would just so happen to be Paralysis. Stuffing the leg of rabbit back where it came from, Eldoril examined the Nord, who was on the ground now.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Think we could use him? He is a mage, after all,” came Talsakr’s voice, along with the loud tinkling of healing spells from the other mages.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Worth a try, I think,” Talsakr quickly added.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, if we run into any more like him, I suppose he would be of aid,” said Eldoril with much hesitation. “We could always… kill him, I suppose…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Some of the other mages, inwardly sighed, knowing they’d have to be part of the tremendous effort to carry the Nord back to camp.

<p class="MsoNormal">“And would someone cover him up, please?” half-pleaded Anearil, standing up slowly once Talsakr got off of her.