Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617212149/@comment-3293219-20140618225531

“We need more poti-

-arely breathing! Get mor-

Up there for hours…”

Jaryl’s eyes opened and closed as he faded in and out of consciousness, his vision blurred as his head rolled from side to side, being pulled back and forth by a hand, which gripped hold of his temples. Eventually he was left alone to recover, not having a clue where he was or how he got there, he didn’t even have enough sentience to even care.

The Bosmer’s senses slowly came back to him as he pressed his hand against his head, clutching it as he groaned and slowly sat up, his head still swimming from the potions, stitches and medicine he’d received, while he was out.

“Take it easy there!” A voice insisted, it was a feminine voice, a soft whisper, full of concern and care.

It was an annoyance…

“You won’t be able to get up just yet… You’re still recovering!” His carer insisted, pushing him back, onto the bed and resting his head on the pillow. Stroking his forehead, with her hand, dragging her cool fingers across his forehead, thin and slender, like…

Isis?

“Ice…” Jaryl wheezed, coughing heavily as he felt like he had swallowed a lit match and then washed it down with some dwarven oil. He looked up at the blurred woman, his eyes shimmering, pleading for her to grant his request.

“Ice? I’m sorry, we don’t have any…”

“Ici…”

“We haven’t got any…” The woman stopped, growing breathless as he brought his hand to her face. She reached up and took hold of it, gently lowering it to his side.

“We don’t have any ice, I’m sorry… None of us are mages.” She whispered, slowly blurring into focus.

“Isis…” He wheezed, seemingly ignoring her attempts to reason with him as his attention turned back to the ceiling. It hurt to breathe as he felt like he was being lightly strangled…

By an orc.

<p class="MsoNormal">He groaned as he reached up for his neck, feeling the flaky skin around his neck, which was heavily blistered from the rope. He ran his hand across the indentations in his neck, which were red raw…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t touch that, it’ll hurt…” His carer snapped, whipping his hand away and getting his attention. The girl wasn’t Isis, she was a Bosmer, with green eyes and short blonde hair, she was a lot younger than him, probably just older than Aerin.

<p class="MsoNormal">He stared at her, longingly, like he’d been reunited with another sister, it obviously made her uncomfortable as she backed away.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Could you tell us your na…” The girl was cut off as the tent flap opened and some boots could be heard, stomping over to the bed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How’s the Hanged Man doing?” A Person from Porlock asked, appearing behind the Bosmer. Jaryl could tell that he was an old man, from his voice, his voice was slightly gruff but not as much as Set’s, he almost sounded like somebody’s Grandfather.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s doing fine Theis, he just woke up actually.” The Bosmer said as the Nord looked over her shoulder. He head thinning comb-over hair, with a rather bushy beard. He looked quite old but something told Jaryl that he was even older than he looked. Despite his age, he still looked tough and strong.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, how’re you feelin’?” Theis asked, smiling and placing his hands in his pocket.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like shit…” Jaryl managed to whisper, resting his arm over his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re lucky to be alive.” A third voice said, a posh, elven voice, which prompted Jaryl to look up and see the Dunmer at the far end of the room, who was sat on a stool, the Bosmer obscured his view.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Another minute up there? And you’d be a damn corpse.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“He ain’t that far off…” Theis pointed out, folding his arms and shaking his head at the Bosmer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t listen to them, you’re doing great. You have a lot of colour in your face and your neck’s nowhere near as swollen as it was when we found you…” The Bosmer dunked a cloth into a bucket of water and dragged it across his chest, it felt amazing…

<p class="MsoNormal">“How’d you… Find me?” He asked, noticing that the Bosmer was just wearing clothing, similar to that of the old man. The Dunmer wore a brown outfit with checks on the shirt, a young Dunmer, with short brown hair and well shaven face. They weren’t soldiers or anything organised, that was for sure…

<p class="MsoNormal">“We were just travelling and we happened across you, thought you were dead but you… Started to moan.” The girl stopped talking as she dampened the cloth some more and proceeded to ring it out, over the bucket before dabbing his throat some more.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Azarik thought that you were a zombie and flipped, me and Theis cut you down.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And you are?” Jaryl asked, barely paying attention to the story.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Me? I’m Sil, Silvia if you’re fancy.” She smiled, dunking the cloth in the bucket again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So… What about you, ‘Hanged Man?’ Do you have a name?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl smiled a bit before frowning, glancing over to Theis, who just stood over him, with his arms folded. His smile faded as his troubles caught up to him, Isis, Aerin, Set…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m… Gonna get some sleep…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He sighed and rolled over, turning his back to them and facing the wall…