Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-3293219-20140210160252

Nepht was sat in her cell; it was less detailed than she remembered as the only things that were visible were the floor, the faint shadow of the iron bars in the background and the broken body of Daniel Howe. The only visible part of Daniel was his head and some of his shoulder. He had been impaled, recently and he spent most of his time in a sleeping bag. He was pale and he constantly groaned, when he moved. Sometimes he groaned for no reason…

It was almost as if a spotlight was shining on them, making her and her idol the center of attention to an audience that wasn't present. Her grandfather, mother, aunt and the unimportant details of her cell were pushed to the back and blanked out of her mind...

She was always brought back to this moment, that night that she was bold enough to ask Daniel about his life. She had assumed that he was a soldier as he had been impaled. Perhaps an Imperial did it in retaliation for Daniel's efforts to free the oppressed people of the empire. Sadly, the real reason was not as romantic; he went out looking for his friend and fell for one of Edgar's traps. She showed a keen interest in his adventurous lifestyle but she had to be careful about what questions she should ask as some of her questions made him sad.

"So, I was captured by this guy... I think I mentioned him." Daniel muttered, trying to remember. He had been talking for hours now and his mouth was pretty dry.

"Yeah, the shadowy, hooded guy, with the huge scythe!" Nepht stretched her arms as wide as she could, trying to show the scale of the hulking blade. Naturally, her small arms couldn't justify it...

She had seen a scythe before, the farmers used them in the fields to harvest crops. Though the ones that she pictured were nothing like the ones that clashed, atop the Red Mountain.

"Well, his lair was inside that big volcano in Morrowind..."

"You mean Red Mountain?"

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Yeah, it belongs to this other bloke... Vidron."

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nepht had heard the name ‘Vidron’ before, they say that he burned her village down, back in Morrowind or at least he planned to. She and her family had gotten away, ages before the armies of Vidron had descended upon the land.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Was it scary?” She finally asked, swallowing hard at the thought of it.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“You have no idea…” Daniel closed his eyes, remembering the experience as the screams of the damned, rattled through his head. The odor of the rotting inmates, the overall feeling of despair…

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nepht looked away, wondering if it was worse than this place… She didn’t bother to ask as this would likely upset him.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“So… you escaped?” Nepht asked, trying to shift the topic of conversation to adventure and glory.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“What? No, I’m still there…” Daniel smirked, causing her to giggle. Sarcasm often made her laugh as a child; it was one of the things that made her aunt so much fun.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“How did you escape?” Nepht probed, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Would you believe me, if I said that I made a lockpick out of my own hair?” The breton asked, hoping to not have to admit that his girlfriend fought her way through the mountain to save him.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">A fact that he was always proud of but without her, the story was kind of embarrassing…

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Especially when told to a little girl.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“No.” Nepht answered, shaking her head and pulling her legs back down again. He didn’t expect her to believe him…

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Well, I get thrown into a cell with this orc. He’s like… eight feet tall.”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Woah! Was he a giant?!”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Daniel laughed to himself, he often wondered this himself.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Nah, I don’t think so… giants are their own race. He was just a very big orc…”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Oh…” Nepht whispered, glancing at the floor. She felt a bit put out but she quickly shrugged the feeling off. She liked to appear worldly, even though she never went out or read any books, a desire that would stick to her for many years to come.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Anyway, his height and strength? That was all kind of normal but the best thing was his hand…”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“His hand?”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Yeah, he had a knife, instead of his left hand.” Daniel muttered, he seemed mesmorised at the thought of the contraption.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Cool!”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“So, I was trapped in this cell with this orc, with a knife for a hand…” Daniel carried on, realising that he had her at ‘knife for a hand.’ “I was stuck in a room with him for… I think it was…” He thought about it, time must have been incredibly slow in there… just like Edgar’s ‘paradise.’ “Anyway, were there for a good few hours, possibly a day.”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Ooh, did you use his knife as a lockpick?” Nepht guessed, trying to use her own initiative.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Heh, he didn’t have it on him. The guards took it…” Daniel informed her, she seemed disappointed.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“So… how did you get out?”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“My friend found us. She’d broken into the Mountain, looking for me.” Daniel sounded a bit more wistful as he went on as if this was, slowly, becoming a painful memory, from long ago.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“She must have been a good friend…” Nepht muttered, lying on her side. “I’d be too scared; I probably would have left you…”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Daniel couldn’t help but laugh, the laugh was incredibly painful as it shot through his wound. Still, he forced it out anyway.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Gee, that’s nice! Glad I can count on you…” He managed to splutter, before he laughed again. Nepht, slowly, began to giggle as well. She was mostly amused at the fact that Daniel’s face had gone red.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">They laughed for several minutes, until there was a sigh at the end of the laugh as the reality of their current situation sunk in, they glanced to each other with a smile, each of them felt something different.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nepht saw a hero in Daniel, a role model, someone who taught her to never give up and to play it smart. She never knew what he saw, when he smiled back at her but it made him happy.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Have you always had friends?”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Daniel paused; he had to think about his answer…

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“No but I’ve had them and… I’ll always remember them. I had friends, a sister…” He couldn’t say the last thing but it was the most important of them all.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nepht smiled as she closed her eyes, curling into a ball.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I wish I had friends…”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Daniel looked at her, sympathetically. Nepht could tell that she had hurt him with that last statement.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“You’ve got me…” He smiled at her, in an effort to make her feel better.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nepht smiled back and closed her eyes, tiredness getting the better of her as she drifted off the sleep.

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Yeah…”

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;">''<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yeah… ''

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