Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-5735114-20140625122625

Garvut tried to swing at something out of blind animal fear and rage when he was struck by some green spell, but suddenly found he couldn’t move. He tried it again, and again, and again. I’m gonna move, Garvut told himself, ''this time! This time! This time!''

The only indications the mages had of his plight were a few quiet throaty groans and grunts.

Alright, so maybe I can’t move… Garvut decided to test this theory, by trying to move again. Finding that he couldn’t, the Nord decided that he indeed couldn’t move, and felt rather proud for figuring that out.

Talsakr and some of the other mages who were dragging Garvut were beginning to regret the decision of bringing him back, as he was likely heavier than three of them combined. Even with all of their Telekinesis spells combined, the mages could hardly get him off of the ground and they were quickly drained of magicka. They were making awfully poor time, the moon already descending from the sky only on their halfway point.

Garvut was asleep by that time. After the initial pride and excitement of finding out he wasn’t able to move wore off he got rather bored. Looking up at the sky as he was dragged along did entertain him for around 20 more minutes, but soon even that lost its luster.

Garvut was having much more fun in his dream anyways. Out of a white expanse of nothingness, the Nord had been capable of summoning trees out of nowhere, and punching them until they burned down. He felt a rush of satisfaction with each one, and the mages dragging him were rather disturbed by the almost savage chuckles he emitted in his sleep.

As the sun was peeking over the mountains, taking its time in greeting the world, the mages had finally managed to move Garvut to the base of the mountain. The problem of getting the man up to their camp had been one that had occurred to them before, so they thought about ways to do it on their long journey back. Nobody had thought of anything, and it was decided he’d just be tied to a stray boulder in case he woke up.

After all that was accomplished, the mages shambled up the mountain and to their camp, most ready to fall into their animal skins and never get up. After some mumbled ‘good nights’, the sun shone through and all of the mages ignored it as they went to sleep.