Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-3293219-20131201191025

(Dammit... I just spent this whole time, establishing something that had already been established! D: So I've pretty much had to rewrite this...)

Lilly sighed as the night had dragged on, without anyone saying a word. She usually liked silence but only because the talking of others bought comfort to her. She tried grinding some ingredients using her pestle and mortar but the grinding noise was the only noise in the room, realising the futility of trying to make this less awkward, she sighed and went to bed.

Meanwhile in the Neland's lodge
(Funny fact, the placeholder (while I tried to remember the newland lodge's name) was "meanwhile in the other shithole.")

As Haren's crew trashed the place in a drunken state, Haren himself was too busy trying to win the favour of the 'fiesty nord temptress' who he had rescued from the jaws of the 'evil, carniverous Thalmor agent.'

Well... at least that's how he'll tell this story after he 'vanquishes the evil of Tyranil's tyranny with the awesome power of the Th'uum.'

"So... You're probably dying to know what adventures me and my men have been on since we left Chorrol..."

''You mean the five hours it took him to walk from Chorrol to Cheydinhal? This should be good... maybe he had to save a settlement from goblins or kill a monster with a fork.''

"-ut I told it, stern as a rock! NO! You shall not harm them! I do not care how ferocious or powerful you are, you will not harm my friends!" He finished by slamming his mug of ale on the table and causing the froth to overflow. "Back you foul skeever! Back you go to the depths of Molag Bal!"

Manja glared at him, not sure if he was joking or not, she had more impressive stories than that from her 20 years or so in Riften.

"But... I'm getting ahead of myself, what have you seen?"

Where to begin...

"Over the last 3 years? I've fought feral cannibals, ridden a dragon, lost my friend to vampires and had him resurrected by a powerful witch, rescued my friends from Red Mountain and seen my friends C'laro and J'dharjo die and come back to life more times than I can count."

Poor J'dharjo...

Heran paused, unsure as to how he could top that, or even if she was joking.

"You've met C'laro?!"

"Erm... yeah."

"The hero of Tamriel? Vanqui-"

Manja raised her hand to cut him off, "Yeah, yeah, I know which C'laro we're talking about! I've heard that same speech from him a million times." She lowered her hand again and looked around.

I miss my friends...