Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617212149/@comment-3293219-20140619182655

Jaryl awoke, feeling a lot better than he did a few hours ago, he didn’t feel as weird and he was able to sit up, almost immediately. Silvia, Azarik and Theis had gone or at least weren’t in the room with him, he looked up to see that it was night outside.

“Great…” He muttered, his voice still incredibly gruff, from where his throat was crushed by the rope.

“I’ve lost hours…” He grumbled, pulling himself up and stumbling across the room, reaching up for his neck, which still hurt like hell. He shambled along, dragging his fingers across the smooth surface, which was like the centre of the little bumps in his neck, which were like craters across the surface of his neck.

“H-Hey! Where are you going!?” Azarik spluttered, growing worried that Jaryl was wandering off.

“I’m gonna… kill… Aratius Morgan…” Jaryl replied, impatiently as he took another step closer to the door on shaky legs, he stumbled to the side and grabbed hold of the support beam of the tent to keep himself upright.

“You can’t even stand, unless this ‘Aratius Morgan’ is an old cripple, you aren’t going to stand a chance against him.” Azarik pointed out, standing up and approaching Jaryl, folding his arms.

“Maybe… I’ll kill him before he… kills me…”

Azarik shook his head before stepping in front of Jaryl, blocking his path.

“I’m sorry but do you want to die? You aren’t going back out there, just to get yourself killed?”

Jaryl just glared up at him, hoping that he could intimidate him enough to make him move out of his way, Set used to be able to do that, just by looking at people. Azarik backed down a little but still defiantly and annoyingly in the Bosmer’s way…

Jaryl sighed and glanced up to him, his bloodshot, wet, teary eye met the Dunmer’s…

“So what if I do?” This got Azarik to sigh as he approached the Bosmer again, despite his gut feeling.

“Look… What’syername? We both know that you aren’t going to last ten minutes out there; you’re just going to die, for nothing! This… Morgan guy? He can wait, while you recover…” Jaryl just grimaced as he brushed Azarik out of the way, snarling at him as he stumbled past, he still had his hidden blade and the knives on his belt, he could take Aratius down.

“Morgan… Must… Die!” Jaryl groaned, tears rolling down his face as his legs and stomach began to hurt like crazy, he was considering that Azarik may be right at this point, he wouldn’t even be able to make it out of his tent.

“Okay crazy guy…” Azarik muttered, rushing in front of Jaryl and taking hold of him, getting nothing but a disgusted stare in return. The Dunmer could see that he was getting worked up and he was violently angry, prompting him to put his hands in the Dunmer’s shoulders to calm him down.

“Look… Don’t you think it’s a bit of a dick move, getting yourself killed, just after we’ve saved you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why the fuck… D-Do you care?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Truth is? I don’t, not really but Sil does…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sil?” The Bosmer asked, wondering why she’d give a damn about him, when he’d only said two words to her. Was it… Her idea to save him?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look… If you can’t do this for yourself or me, then at least do it for the one person who does care, okay? I know that it’d destroy her, if I let you walk out of here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl looked back at his bed and sighed, hanging his head…

<p class="MsoNormal">At least this way he wouldn’t look like an asshole and he could admit defeat, graciously.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright…” He sighed, shuffling back to bed, whipping his arm away as Azarik tried to take it.