Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629105040/@comment-3293219-20140701223744

Set lay, motionless, on the floor as he heard the sound of heavy paw prints of a bear as approached him. The creature slowly trundled towards him, seemingly shocked by its own luck as it had happened upon a Bosmer, who didn’t seem to be putting up a fight. It tilted its head, to look Set in the face, wondering if this was some sort of trick or something but all that Set did in response was slowly look it in the eye and lay motionless before it, like a platter or a buffet.

The bear stood up on his hind legs, raising its paw as it got ready to finish its pray off and enjoy its first meal in days. Set just watched its sharp claws, longingly, like it was a long lost lover or relative, returning to him. As it sort of was in a way…

Maybe Miri had forgiven him, if he’d even got to that plane of Aetherius at this point as his soul was fused to Julie’s. He’d probably go back to her, get to be with her forever…

All of these thoughts about Julie brought teats to his eye and the bear blurred into a brown mirage. This made it impossible to see what had hit it and caused it to stumbled back… The creature looked to its chest, most likely looking at whatever was fired at it, which was probably a crossbow bolt, judging from the sound of the bolt flying through the air and the snap of the mechanism as it was released.

The bear continued to stumble backwards, completely forgetting about Set as it fell on its back and expired, the bolt buried deep in its chest. Set’s saviour stepped out from behind him, the sound of the crisp leaves being crushed beneath his boots gave him away but he wasn’t exactly trying to be stealthy. The crossbow man approached the bear, not even bothering to see if Set was alive as he had assumed that he was dead.

“Keep an eye out…” He whispered, pointing to the neck of the woods as he went to retrieve his crossbow bolt, pulling it out of the bear’s heart and flicking any blood off of it as he loaded it back into his crossbow.

“Man… Bear did a number on this guy… He mustn’t have seen it comin’…” The man revealed himself to be a Breton in a leather hunting armour. He stepped over to Set and place the toe of his boot under the Bosmer’s shoulder before rolling him onto his back and watching his ‘corpse’ roll over, revealing his face.

Set groaned slightly, exhaling heavily and deeply as he moved his hand and twitched his fingers slightly in reaction, staring up at the Breton.

“H-Holly shit! Pol, he’s alive! We got a live one!” He ushered his partner over as he looked down on Set, frowning and tilting his head as ‘Pol’ approached. Pol was a tall Nord man, with a beard and a balding haircut, if he wasn’t a Nord, one would assume that he was the Breton’s father as they both had black hair and the same weathered look.

“Shit ,Tyler w-what do we do? We’ve never found anyone alive before and he looks…” Pol cleared his throat before looking away, not wanting to say it.

“Well… We can’t just leave him here, because of how he looks, okay? Sure, he looks dangerous but… this guy could’ve been anything. Soldier or even a doctor for all we know!”

“A Doctor?” Pol asked, grinning and placing his hands on his hips.

“Y-You know… I’m just sayin,’ we can’t just… let him die, because of an assumption. We need to take him back to the group.”

Pol nodded and sighed, glancing away as he began to scratch his head, wondering what the best course of action was.

“Well… Are we…?”

“Yeah, we are taking him back! We’re going to take him back and let the group decide what to do with him...” He looked over to Set, regretfully, with a sigh.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m not going to let someone die, knowing that I could’ve been the difference between them becoming bearfood and them surviving! Now help me!” Tyler snapped, stepping over to Set’s feet and picking him up as Pol took the arms, disturbingly Set’s eye was open, he blinked every few seconds, like he was experiencing some sort of locked-in syndrome. The two hunter/gatherers took no notice of this as they carried him back to camp…