Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140702211641/@comment-3293219-20140702231100

Set and Methral had been staring at each other for some time now, she hadn’t built up the nerve to speak and he didn’t have anything to say. She eventually shied away from his gaze, which grew more intense by the second, it seemed like he wasn’t really trying to do anything but intimidate her as there was nothing about his face that was inviting.

“I…” The Dunmer paused, clearing her throat before looking back to the Bosmer on the stretcher, who didn’t seem to react to the fact that she was speaking.

“I assume that you know who we are?” Methral asked, folding her arms as she began to get Set’s attention, looking like she was a teacher scolding her pupil.

Set took one look at her and narrowed his eye, building up the first seven words that morning, hell, the past three mornings.

“You’re the fuckers who raped my girlfriend…” He seethed, leaning forward as if he was going to get up as if he’d only just remembered and was about to punish her for it. But he eventually sat back, putting the two guards at ease as they lowered their hands away from their swords. Methral turned around to raise her own hand, in order to discourage them from trying to restrain Set as that would likely damage the negotiations.

“We’re with Irvine’s group, yes… I heard what Irvine did to your… your lover and…” The Dunmer glanced from side to side, finding it difficult to do this after seeing his group barbarically murder him.

“I’m sorry…”

Set let off a faint laugh before shaking his head in disgust, sighing and glancing away. Now they’ve come to apologise? It seemed incredibly late and insulting, coming from Irvine’s hired help, rather than the rapist bastard himself. Of course, thanks to Jaryl, he’d never get an apology from Irvine, not that he wanted it. He enjoyed the thought that Irvine died in the same agony that he experienced when Cray pulled his eye out. Of course, it didn’t matter now as Julie had pretty much run off, left him, presumably to go straight into the arms of the next rapist that she saw, like she was returning to her long lost lover.

“Don’t be…” Set whispered, seething with hate and despair as he looked up and caught Methral in his bloodshot green eye.

“She loved it…”

Methral looked a little disturbed by this response; she stepped back and began to think about it, feeling incredibly nervous about continuing this conversation. Set was seething with rage, on the battle field? That would make him an asset but what about in camp? He’d be a liability…

She needed something to control him, something to keep him happy or at least distracted, while he was off duty, she had just the thing. The camp had a number of working girls; she could quite easily assign one of them to Set to replace his lost Dunmer. Provided that he was interested of course…

“Are you going to let me out of here?” Set asked, out of nowhere, getting the Dunmer to abandon her trail of thought and frown, folding her arms.

“Where would you go if I did?” She quizzed, slouching a little and tilting her head to the right as she tried to figure him out. Set didn’t respond immediately as he gave it some thought before shrugging…

“East… Don’t know, don’t care…” He whispered, staring ahead into space. He’d just keep walking east until he collapsed again and/or died. There wasn’t anything else for him to do, he could get away from everything and everyone and die, do the right thing for once and just perish…

“Does it matter?” He added, looking up and staring into Methral’s eyes, his own shimmering due to the tears building up in them. He felt incredibly heavy at this point, like he couldn’t stand up on his own two feet, that he’d likely collapse if he tried. He felt hollow but incredibly burdened, his eyes stung from all of the crying, yet he felt like he could just burst into tears all over again.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was Miri’s death, all over again…

<p class="MsoNormal">“So, you don’t have a plan? No goal, no… life?” Methral asked, seeming intrigued as she aimed to be the person to fill that little hole for him, with a proposition. Set would normally see through her ruse but he was too tired, hungry and wrapped up in his own problems to notice right now…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I had a life, her name was Julie and she fucked off, takin’ my goals, hopes and dreams with her. Now I ain’t got shit but a brother, who has everythin’ that I don’t have and group who I just hurt, every time I come near ‘em…” He grumbled, forgetting that Methral was supposed to be his enemy. Somehow, the Dunmer seemed… Captivated by his problems. A little more interested than she should be…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t even have to ask if you miss her…” Methral sighed, noticing the pain in Set’s tone.

<p class="MsoNormal">“M-Maybe I can help you, I couldn’t get her back for you but… I can find you purpose and maybe a lover to ease the pain…” The Dunmer offered, stepping closer to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You can start again here and not just as a recruit, I saw what you did at the inn, you have great skill with a blade, that which could rival that of the Blades themselves.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fat lot of good all that ‘skill’ gave ‘em…” Set grumbled, spitefully as he looked to his left.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Their temple was burned to the ground…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Exactly… Even the strongest fighters don’t last in this world, if you want to survive, you need somewhere safe, to lay your head.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set snapped his head back, to catch her in his retina again, was she seriously offering him a job? Her? Of all people? The ones who raped his gir-…

<p class="MsoNormal">Ex-Girlfriend…

<p class="MsoNormal">Who burned his house down?

<p class="MsoNormal">Punched his pregnant niece in the stomach?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who says I wanna survive?” Set seethed, glaring at her, in disgust.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, I can give you a reason to live… A warm tent, wine, a lover and plenty of enemies to kill.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Believe it or not lady, there’s more to me than drinkin,’ fuckin’ and killin’…” Set grumbled, placing his hand on his knee and straightening his back, indignantly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh? Like what?” The Dunmer asked, genuinely curious, prompting Set to think on it for a moment…

<p class="MsoNormal">After a few moments, he came to his conclusion…

<p class="MsoNormal">“F-Fuck off… I ain’t workin’ for you rapist fucks; I won’t be a rapist fuck and I…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look… We’ve changed leaders, I am not Irvine! If you don’t like how things were, then stay and help me, make this place better! I didn’t like the attacks on women, it scared me but together we can stop it, we can make this place better.” The Dunmer sighed, turning around to the civilian area and lifting up the flap of her tent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You see that? Outside? Those are normal people! They have no idea the sacrifices that Irvine and I made to keep this place safe and now? They’re complaining that they get less food! Tyler does his best but he never comes back with enough, not like it used to be, when Colm was head of scaving…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Then, why don’t you make Colm head of scaving?” Set mumbled, bitterly as he continued to stare into space.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because Colm’s a bastard, he’s an arrogant pig and I loathe the flesh off of his bones…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Heh, look at that, somethin’ that we have in common…” Set muttered, slowly slouching as he placed one hand in the other.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Urgh, if it was up to me, I’d have Colm demoted to… Grave digger or something.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Maybe have him clean out the shit house?” Set asked, getting a faint chuckle from the Dunmer, despite her distaste for those kind of jokes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ha, he can use his head as a brush.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, the shit head…”

<p class="MsoNormal">This got another chuckle as she turned back to him, seeing that he was smiling for the first time since she bound him, he quickly snapped out of it though.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look… I can give you everything I’ve promised you, a home, purpose, a lover…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And I’ve told you that I don’t work for rapist fucks, at least not anymore…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, so you did work for a group of rapists…” Methral replied, smiling as she noticed that she’d caught him out, folding her arms as she got ready for the excuses.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, I ain’t like that…” Set snapped, looking away.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s just… There was this one time, I was barely a man back then but I was in this gang, we attacked a stage coach, which had   a young guard girl, she was… Julie’s age I think, young, pretty, fuckin’ clueless about what she was up against?

<p class="MsoNormal">The leader said that he liked the look of her, so he called her and pinned her to the floor, tearin’ her clothes off and… Right in front of me as well, those fuckin’ shrieks were all I remember and that moment where, she’s kickin’ and cryin’ and then…

<p class="MsoNormal">She stopped, like… like she was dead or something,’ ‘cause she knew then that… it’d already happened…” The Bosmer hung his head, looking to his feet and shaking his head in disgust at his old comrades.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s when he picked her up, told the rest of us to ‘have a taste’ before throwin’ her to us… And it happened all over again, nothin’ that I could do to stop it. I wasn’t stupid enough to try…” He sighed, hanging his head and shedding a tear.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They made her walk to the next town, naked, alone, afraid… And they laughed as she lost her fuckin’ mind.” The Bosmer raised his head, bringing his gaze back to Methral as he looked at her in disgust.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I ain’t doin’ that shit again, I ain’t goin’ through that, knowin’ that it’s wrong but I can’t do fuck all about it! That’s why I ran away from Rie!” He snapped, clenching his fist as he found the urge to punch something to be overwhelming but there were no solid objects in the room.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s why I ran away from all of ‘em…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer listened intently; she didn’t expect him to be so… moral…

<p class="MsoNormal">She took two steps towards him, bending over and placing her hand on his shoulder, prompting him to look at her, looking angry and confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Then join me… Help me make sure that, that doesn’t happen in my ranks...

<p class="MsoNormal">Help me make this a better place…” She whispered, stepping away before turning to one of her guards and snapping her fingers. The guard knelt down and picked up a sword, one that he hadn’t noticed before, he approached the Dunmer with it, revealing it to be a katana. The katana was almost… Blade quality…

<p class="MsoNormal">It was obviously a copy but it was nicely made, strong steel, possibly from Skyrim and a beautiful embroided sheathe. It was obvious that this blade was once custom made, for someone of great importance…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer held it out, outstretching it across Set’s chest and letting him get a better look at it. The embroided pattern revealed a golden dragon, breathing a golden fire towards the handle; it was magnificently crafted, even to someone who knows nothing about weapon craftsmanship.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I offer you Irvine’s sword, so that you may use it to carve your path through this trialling world and find justice…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set glanced to her, feeling that she was being a little over dramatic, still, as much as he knew that he was being used here, she had a point. Here he could do something with himself, keep himself… Stimulated…

<p class="MsoNormal">He could help this community, distract himself from Julie, maybe find a friend in this woman or he could wander Cyrodiil, until he keels over dead…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer reached out for the sword, gently taking it and unsheathing it, bringing the blade up to his eye as he gazed at his own reflection assured of what he would do…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m in…”