Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140426152128/@comment-3293219-20140428164231

A lone Bosmer walked the Blue road, hanging a bundle over his shoulder, which contained his few worldly posetions. The sky behind him was bright orange as the last of the summer sun's light lingered in the sky as the sun was nearly gone, making room for the moon that would soon replace it.

The Wood Elf was merely a boy of eighteen, his mind was preoccupied and so he hadn't noticed the sun and the moon was the least of his concerns. He had to reach the Imperial City by nightfall...

The Bosmer had black hair, like a mop and he moved somewhat awkardly, like he was afraid of falling, he was small and weedy, even by Bosmer standards he was puny and yet here he was, wandering the road on his own. He heard the snap of a twig and rustling in the bushes, he gasped as the rustling grew more frantic and whatever was in it began to resurface.

The boy tried to speculate what it could be as he reached down, for his steel dagger, slowly sliding it out of its sheethe and taking a tight grip on it. He wasn't afraid of killing, he'd done it before, he'd killed a number of beasts with his brothers and he'd be damned if he was caught shivering like a school girl, who had just seen a spider in the lavatory. He wasn't, by any means, an aggressive or even an effective fighter but he knew that giving into fear was a sure fire way to get yourself killed.

The Bosmer stood his ground, tightening his grip on the palm of his dagger, resisting the urge to scratch himself as his sack cloth clothing began to itch him. The first thing he'd do, once he reached the imperial city? Get some new clothes, by any means necessary...

The rustling stopped as a Bosmer emerged, this one was the exact opposite to him, he had a shaved head and there wasn't the same sort of intelligence in his eyes, just experience and a longing for brutality.

"A bit late for a stroll Telim..." His brother reminded him, giving him a dark grin as he stepped out of the bushes and paced onto the road, blocking his path.

"D-D-D-Dammit Set! You scared the... The crap out of me!" Telim whispered, lowering the knife but noticabely refusing to sheethe it.

"Alright Telim, you've had your fun...

Now let's get back before one of us ends up with a broken nose."

Telim took a tighter grip of his knife, his spine stiffened as he saw the only obsticle between his life at the camp and his dream life, in the city. Set knew this or at least he appeared to know it as he just stood, a smug grin plastered to his face as his eyes were obscured by his squinting eyelids, narrowing his vision and focussing on his 'target.'

"N-No!" Telim stammered, raising the knife again.

"I'm going to the Imperial Ci-Ci-City a-a-and you can't st-st-st-stop me!" The Bosmer ended by marching forward, pointing the dagger at his older brother, to show that he was serious. His hands trembled, his lip quivered, his knees shook and his mouth went dry. Set lost his 'friendly' attitude but he didn't reach for aggression just yet as he seemed to have a bit more patience with Telim as he was the 'smart one.'

"The Imperial City? What do you want to go to that shit hole for?"

Telim glanced away, looking somewhat saddened at the fact that he had to tell him this.

"I... want to l-live there."

There was a stunned silence, nothing was said, thought or done during that brief moment as the wind picked up and scattered some fallen leaves along the path. Set eventually shook his head, pretending to laugh but truthfully, there was nothing amusing about this piece of news. He scratched his head as he tried to figure out his next move...

"Set..." Telim pleaded, stepping forward, in an effort to appease him, prompting the older of the two Bosmer to raise his hand.

"You want to go and live... In that shit hole?" Set mocked, returning to his previous stance, though he was nowhere near as confident.

"Y-Yeah... And it's n-n-not a shit hole!" Telim protested, though his stammer didn't exactly give him much credit.

"Th-That's just what D-D-Dad said to k-k-keep me from g-g-going there!"

Set chuckled, slightly. That was true, their father did have a habbit of trashing everything that he didn't like the sound of and the tax man was their boogie man, growing up. The older brother looked up at the puny, mop headed fool, stood before him, placing his hands on his hips and smiling.

"Look, I get it, you’re smarter than the rest of us but…”

“N-No! It’s not ab-b-bout that!” Telim snapped, swinging his dagger down and causing Set to step back as he grew uneasy.

“J-J-J-J”

Set shook his head and approached his younger brother, though his smirk had been replaced with a look of sympathy.

“Okay, Telim, let’s get you back home before it gets dark and the wolves come out…”

“J-Just, because you don’t give a shit about anything, doesn’t mean…”

“Woah!” Set snapped at him, taking his accusation somewhat personally, though he was also quite shocked that Telim was using such language as he always had the cleanest tongue.

“Is that what you think? That I don’t give a shit about anything?”

“N-None of you do… Every day is about getting up, g-g-going hunting… T-Talking s-shit and g-going to bed drunk!”

“Its better than starvin’ on the god damn streets!” Set snapped at him, stepping forward and leaning closer as if he was ready to headbutt him.

“Is it? I-I-I actually w-w-w-want t-to do something with my l-l-l-life! W-Why can’t I?”

Set paused, finding himself breathless as Telim was… Right.

Who was Set to tell him what he could do? Especially when he knew that Telim hated life in the wilderness, his ambitions were smothered and for what? The sake of an old fool’s pride, who had no shame to begin with.

Set sighed, looking as defeated as he felt as he stepped out of his brother’s way, he was somewhat fearful of the consequences of his decision but then again, it wasn’t his decision as it was Telim’s dream.

“Go on…” He muttered, gesturing towards the Imperial city before looking away as if gave his plea of innocence any more credit.

“Go on, get! Before I change my mind!”

A smile grew on Telim’s face as he nervously stepped forward; he dragged his feet along the dirt road and stopped in front of Set.

“I… I d-don’t know what to say…”

Set paused and smiled at him, giving off a faint laugh.

“Just don’t make me regret this…” He said, keeping his smile.

“I-I won’t! I’ll write to you, once I have an ad-d-dress!”

“You’d better…”

Telim smiled and nodded before setting off, prompting Set to take a few steps towards the center of the road and watch him walk away. His younger brother looked over his shoulder several times, though Set could never tell why, did he expect the rest of his family to be there, with nets and sticks to beat him down with and drag him back or did he long to return to his family or…

What little of it understood him…

Set grabbed his head as his dream began corrupt and fragment, distorting his senses and creating a slight buzz in his ears, giving him a bit of a migraine. He stumbled about, glancing up to see that his brother had gone and that he was alone, on the Blue Road.

Maria materialised before him, though she didn’t seem like she was fully there…

"Set... is this thing working?” She asked, prompting a confused look.

“Maria?” He asked, suddenly remembering her as he was suddenly brought to the present day.

“It is... Okay, Set, I don't have much time...” Set nodded and stood in silence, folding his arms and hearing what she had to say.

“I don't know where you are, but...

Don't come after me.

Leave me.

Move on with Julie.”

“No, no fuckin’ way, we’re coming for you, we have a plan and Xerv…” He stopped himself, suddenly remembering that Xervish had lost his powers…

“J-Just don’t give up yet, we’re all working on it, we’re coming to…”

“It's a trap! He's going to make me kill you!”

“He’s gonna make you try, either way I’m…”

“I can't be with you anymore." Maria's voice broke.

"It's over.

I'm dead anyways.

Move on."

“I can’t, not until you’re sa…”

"I want you to know-"

She was cut off as hands appeared, grabbing her forehead.

   “Maria!”

Set woke up with a start, he gasped for breath as he came back up for air and saw Julie looking down on him, worried.

He fell back and ran his hands along his face, still panting from the shock of the night terror…

<p class="MsoNormal">Was that… real?