Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140702211836/@comment-24449631-20140706140145

Rowan stretched his arms.

It had been too long since he had ever slept so good and so deep. It almost seemed like he was gone for a whole year.

At first he had little incentive to leave this divinely soft place, but as he was completely rested and restored it only took a few seconds for him to realise where he was.

He opened his eyes and saw how morning sunlight entered his room from the skylight unto his large round shaped silk sheets bed.

He quickly got up from his lying position and saw himself sitting in the beautiful elven room he dosed off in, last night.

Rowan didn’t exactly know what to make of it. It sure was nice and all… But even this early on, he felt like something was… missing. Everything seemed too prefect for his liking.

The tall doors right in front of him opened, as if someone was waiting for him to wake up.

An elven maid walked in with a pair of clothes which she carefully placed on a small table in front of the bed.

Rowan wanted to say something to the beautiful creature but he just couldn’t.

He also felt a bit embarrassed as he realised he was completely naked under the sheets.

''Wa?! I could’ve sworn I wore something when I fell asleep ''The Nord worried as he tried to recall last night.

The elven maid simply looked at him for a few seconds without any expression on her face, and left. Without saying a word.

Rowan scratched his head as the doors closed again.

“Odd…” He said to himself.

Rowan was a bit hesitant of getting out of bed. Somehow he felt like he was being watched, despite there being no evidence that was actually the case.

The Nord quickly got out of bed and hurried to the careful stack of clothes.

<p class="MsoNormal">They were linen and silk almost robe like cloth. Something Rowan had never worn before.

<p class="MsoNormal">He was amazed by just how light the clothes were.

<p class="MsoNormal">Preferring some coverage over nudity he rapidly put a them on.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wearing them felt even more odd. Because they were so light it almost felt like he was still nude, moreover it felt like the folds would fall off like a wet towel. Even worse was he probably wouldn’t even notice if that happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wrestling a bit with the elven garments he looked one more time to the balcony and saw the azure blue sea in the distance. It seemed not a single cloud was in the skies. Kind of odd, knowing there was a war going on…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord took a deep breath as he opened the doors from his room that led to the hall.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he peered through to check, he saw not a single guard or mer.

<p class="MsoNormal">It just added to the uncomfortable mystique of the place.

<p class="MsoNormal">He could go two ways in the large hallway: Left or Right.

<p class="MsoNormal">Unsure of what to do, and with no one to tell him what to do, he ventured left.

<p class="MsoNormal">He could remember coming from there from last night. Although now that he was walking, he wasn’t entirely sure.

<p class="MsoNormal">A few seconds later he arrived at a large room twice as tall at the hallways and also much broader.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, our guest awakes” magistrate Londril sounded from the other side of a long table.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked up and saw the mer sit at the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Did you sleep well?” Londril asked with a little smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Eum… Yes… Yes I did.” Rowan said as he saw himself invited to sit at the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm, that’s good to hear. You seemed so exhausted yesterday” The elf went on.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I really was…” But before Rowan could go on, some servants prepared his place at the table for breakfast. placing shining cutlery and ivory white plates in front of him as he talked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… Eh thank you.” He said to the elves placing the things in tip top order in front of him.

<p class="MsoNormal">They didn’t seem to acknowledge his thanks and just went on with their job.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan found it odd the way almost every servant ignored him.

<p class="MsoNormal">And Londril seemed to notice.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh don’t mind them. It is custom with us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan turned back to the magistrate who seemed to be drinking some sort of milk from a goblet.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh eh, I see…”

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">After a very satisfying breakfast it seemed that the magistrate was about to leave.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan quickly wanted to ask some more questions.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Eum, Magistrate?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The elf turned gracefully back to the Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes? Autumn-Arrow”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I am really grateful for your hospitality and all…” Rowan sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal">He covered his goblet as a servant was just about to pour him another cup of milk.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But I really want to go back home… To Skyrim. This… This is too much for me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The magistrate looked at the Nord for a bit and lightly shook his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“my dear man. Given the political climate, I can’t just let you go…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Perhaps, once this war is over you may…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But that could take ages.” Rowan sounded a bit desperate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Remember. I’m not an elf. I do not live forever…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you in a hurry then?” Londril asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… I need to speak someone… Someone who saved my life. Twice in fact…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“… Go on…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“She’s also a Nord, name of Manja. And I left her, when she sort of needed me. I need to know if she’s ok. If I can’t tell her that I’m sorry… I would never be able to forgive myself.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Londril seemed to be in deep thought. It took only a few seconds, but it seemed like much longer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry. You cannot leave this island. It is too much of a risk.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But… Why?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Enough!” Rowan was shut up by the Altmer, who clearly had no intention to change his mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan simply sighed disappointed and sunk into his chair. It seemed like this was going to be a waiting game. Even though he was probably in the most luxurious accommodation he had ever stayed. It wasn’t by choice, which made even the most beautiful riches, feel dull.

<p class="MsoNormal">Londril simply looked at the saddened Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sigh… Although… I think someone could help you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You cannot leave this Island. That remains. No doubt. But your mind can, under close surveillance that is.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You want to know how and where your friend is? Right?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan simply nodded. Not sure where this was going.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well there is only one place where you can find out. A place where you can find out everything there is to find out. The forbidden and the trivial, the sublime and the ridiculous…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Londril showed a devious smile

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you know of what I speak, Nord?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan had some notion. But he was afraid to think of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Apocrypha.”

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