Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-3293219-20140620235739

Jaryl’s eyes slowly opened as everything blurred back into focus, unlike the previous two times he was alone, he knew this, because there were voices coming from outside, from where Azarik and Theis were sat around the fireplace.

“Just... I can’t forget it, every time I go to sleep and wake up? I remember it…” Azarik whispered, prompting Jaryl to discretely roll over, to get a better view of the two of them. The bed head was in the way and he had to sit up to see them, he groaned and strained as he felt incredibly weak, he listened out to the conversation, hoping to get some juicy gossip about his new ‘comrades.’

“Look, kid, you can’t beat yourself up over this forever…”

“I know, I-I try not to but…”

“Look son, you think that you had a choice, when you look back on it but… Look, I used to get privates comin’ to me all the time, sayin’ how they fucked up, when they should’ve been strong. I know that this is different but… Sometimes, when you’re dropped in the deep end? You’ll do anything that’ll get you out of it.

Now I know, it’s not the same thing but…”

The Nord reached over and patted Azarik on the shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze and a shake, which prompted his whole body to move in response.

“Just try to let it go…”

Azarik sighed and hung his head, nodding a little, glumly as he sighed, bringing his hand to his eyes. Theis went back to peeling some sort of vegetable or alchemical ingredient.

Jaryl slowly got up to his feet and began to shamble towards the camp fire, he was a little wobbly on his legs but he managed to keep himself upright as he shambled across the room, resisting the urge to use the tables and chairs as support.

He had almost stepped out into the open air, when he heard someone hiss at him, causing him to jump out of his skin.

“Psst!” The voice could be heard from behind, to his right, prompting him to look over his shoulder, seeing Silvia sat at the table, her finger to her lips.

“I see you’re awake…”

“Well, ain’t you observant...” Jaryl grumbled, taking a seat opposite her and getting a slight giggle.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, feel fine now…” Jaryl whispered, leaning forward and looking at her, with a frown, fixing his eyes on the Bosmer girl.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sil was obviously uncomfortable with his expression, the anger had returned to his face, which was a disappointment for her as she wished that he was just grouchy when he got tired.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So erm… Do you remember anything about… before?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl paused and thought for a second before shaking his head but he still thought about it as it slowly came back to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I was… Hung?” He asked, based on his new nickname.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yeah, that’s right… You must’ve really pissed Irvine off, if he had a makeshift gallows built for you, that’s only happened three times before and no one was as lucky as you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl sighed and looked away, breathing heavily out of his nose as he did so, leaning on the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I wouldn’t exactly call myself ‘lucky.”

<p class="MsoNormal">It was obvious that this made Silvia sad; she looked to him with sad eyes and shrank back in her chair, glancing outside and seeing that the other two were sat in silence.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We all have our burdens Hangy…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hangy?” Jaryl asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he leant back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, you never told us your name, so we all called you ‘The Hanged Man,’ except for me, I call you ‘Hangy’ ‘cause it’s cute.” She mocked, leaning back in her chair.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t like it? Tell us your real name and we’ll call you that…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl grumbled and sat back in his chair, draping his arm over the back and looking off to the left, grumbling to himself. There was no chance of that happening, mainly, because it sort of amused him, them not knowing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hangy it is then…” Sil sighed, folding her arms and resting her head on them, with a sigh.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hangy’ it is…” Jaryl sighed, hunching over the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So, what were you doing out there anyway?” Silvia asked, she’d been itching to ask that question for days now.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Lookin’ for someone…” Jaryl grumbled, sitting back and resting his foot on his knee.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m trying to find and kill Aratius Morgan…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wh-Why?” Silvia asked, looking a bit nervous as she leant forward, seeming incredibly unnerved. Jaryl responded by looking her in the eye, he didn’t want to break down in front of this woman as he didn’t trust her, he didn’t trust anyone.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He has to die…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Silvia looked to him, somewhat uncomfortably as she glanced away, sighing as she looked back at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-So… Do you have any family?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, an Orc sat down in a ditch one day and shat me out…” Jaryl corrected her, somewhat scornful towards her attempts at making small talk.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hehe… Well you did look like shit when we brought you in here, so that hardly surprises me.” Silvia grinned, laughing out loud for the first time in a while.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, the orc wrapped me up in a sheet of toilet paper and cradled me for hours…” Jaryl reminisced, getting Silvia to laugh even harder.

<p class="MsoNormal">“T-Toilet paper? Ain’t you fancy, knowin’ all the terms…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve never used toilet paper! Just read about it, apparently, some people are so rich, that they buy thin paper, just to wipe their ass on it. I ain’t makin’ it up either!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sorry to interrupt this elegant conversation…” Theis’ voice intruded as he wandered into Jaryl’s tent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But I couldn’t help but notice that you were up, Hanged Man.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Nothin’ gets past you…” Jaryl replied, wistfully as he began to reflect on things.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Jeez, never seen a guy so depressed about not gettin’ killed before…” The Nord grumbled, sipping some ale.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jaryl glanced up at the old man, looking a little hurt for a moment before resuming his frown.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, now you’ve seen everythin’…”