Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140126160553/@comment-3293219-20140129091126

As Nish and Eilonwyn 'courted' in the next room, Corelas sat at the table, writing on a piece of parchment. He didn't want to start planning until they were close to cut off time, so he began to write a list of names...

Adal, Elsinlock, Joror, Thromorin, Elsinthar... Silinal, Spellaire, Jorus, Grayor, Highius... Caemor, Highian, Joraire, Gaeal, Elsinwatch... Adlock, Yamora, Herela, Junil... Zevar... Kori-

"Nice handwritting..." A gruff voice mumbled, his words were slightly muffled as he had his head burried in his arms.

"Y-yeah... they taught us all to write like this." Corelas muttered, feeling out of place. He didn't know that compliments were achievable for Bologra, they certainly weren't his fortay.

"How do you do it? How come it doesn't come out all spidery for you."

"It's how you hold the pen, your posture and shape of the lettering..."

"By going to some college, you mean..." Bologra snorted, he found it difficult to read anyway, so he didn't stand a chance.

Corelas went back to his page and began to write again, -na

"If I knew that the battle would be this boring, I would have stayed at home..." The orc grumbled, causing Corelas to look up. He was unable to hide his annoyance...

"You're free to leave, just don't come back if you lose your other hand..." The altmer sighed, lowering the quill against the parchment. The quill must have been quite old, as most of the feathers were misshapen and the point was rather brittle. "Did you see the army, on the beach?"

"I got a good glimpse..." The orc shrugged, he didn't want to admit that it was impossible odds for a lone orc. "I'd need a good flank, if I were to take them on."

"You could help us, you know. Get us to the top of Red Mountain..." Corelas suggested, he was slightly annoyed that the orc hadn't offered.

"Heh... I can only hold one of your hands 'Corelas." Bologra sneered, "Who's will it be? The pretty breton? The six? That crazy one with the walking stick?"

"Staff..." Corelas corrected him.

"Whatever, it's a stick for crying out loud!"

Corelas sighed and stood up, he wanted to go, before he got a headache.

"I'm going to check up on those on watch..." The altmer left the orc alone with the parchment, he couldn't read any of it, anyway.