Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-5735114-20140627022035

Garvut slowly awoke with the rising sun, smacking his lips and trying to stretch. However, he was incapable and looked around frantically, seeing that his arms and legs were all bound to a nearby boulder by rope. He thought for a moment.

“Nish!?”

The inhabitants of the mage camp were all suddenly awoken by the Nord bandit’s bellows. Eldoril groaned, getting up slowly and shambling out of his tent, to see that it was hardly dawn. He was exhausted, even if his part in carrying the Nord was small; it still took its toll along with the lack of sleep. He’d only gotten about a half hour of sleep.

Garvut continued yelling random names of the band of people he’d traveled with briefly, and then the names of the bandits of his original clan back in that moon fort, and then the names of those in the clan while he was the Inferno in Riften. While he was yelling all this, his burning hands burned the rope on his wrists, and he then grabbed at the ropes tying his legs. He was suddenly hit by another green spell, and Eldoril went back to his tent with a yawn.

After the camp had gotten their fair share of sleep, they gradually woke up and were suddenly eager to check up on the bandit, if only to see the fruits of their labor and what he was like awake. Assuming their flimsy ropes had held him, of course.

After they’d all had a small breakfast of assorted pieces of rabbit, the mages and Talsakr began to descend the mountain when thy saw the bandit trying to climb up, and doing miserably. He quickly gave it up, and with a roar of frustration, punched the rocky mountain.

A very small crack appeared, and suddenly the mages weren’t as eager to climb down. Eldoril sighed and cast a teal spell on the bandit, and he suddenly became much calmer. The mages descended the mountain, careful in case the spell wore off, and they were all feeling better once on the ground.

However, they all kept their distance as Eldoril approached the bandit.

“What’s your name…?” he asked cautiously.

“Garvut,” grunted back the Nord.

Some of the mages looked at each other with smirks and chuckles, until Talsakr turned around to give them a short glare.

“I see… and those are fire spells you have there, huh?”

“Yeh. I read a magic symbol book and then my hands got on fire.”

Garvut struck Eldoril as the most unintelligent person in the history of creation, but he persisted.

“And you know what the Empire does to magic users like you?”

Garvut chuckled a little. “They tried to kill me once, but then I hit them a few times.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, we could use your help so that they don’t kill the rest of the mages.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Garvut considered this for a second. “Why would I care about rest of mages?”

<p class="MsoNormal">''Why am I talking to this thing? ''pondered Eldoril. “Because the other mages could… give you gold and food if you save them.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Garvut chuckled again. The sound made everyone uneasy. “I like food and gold. I help you, I get food and gold? And no rabbit?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Eldoril nodded immediately and vigorously.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay then. I help you. I stay down here and hit Empirials.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And bandits?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why I hit bandits…? I hit myself!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“If you hit other bandits, you can get more food and gold.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh. Then I hit Empiricals and other bandits.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You do that, Garvut. We really appreciate it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Once all of the mages and Talsakr were safely in their camp and were not concerned about fists the size of their faces, Eldoril gave a short announcement.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Anyone else we find who has descended to that level will be swiftly eliminated.”