Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-24449631-20140501221341

The Fight for Riften: I
Rowan looked outside for a brief moment. clouds had gathered and the booming sounds of thunder started to form in the distance. But there was no rain as of yet.

“Son, be a dear would you… And get the meat from the salting rack.” Sigur, his mother, asked him.

He turned away from the open window and looked at her.

He nodded and walked outside to the backyard where he’d get the salty boar meat from a rack.

''Perhaps I should speak with Arní… He might feel bad over what happened earlier. ''He thought.

The boar meat had a very intrusive smell, enough to make Rowan pull a face. Since he had to carry it in his open arms, meaning it lay there, straight under his nose.

He looked away from it, in order to escape the smell until he got inside and dropped on the stone slap next to his mother was brewing a stew.

“Thanks, dear.” She smiled.

Rowan cleaned his hands and brushed off any salt from his tunic. “Don’t mention it.”

Before Rowan forgot.

“Oh, I’m going to check on Arní for a bit. I need to ask him something.”

His mother frowned but he had just helped her out, so she was mild.

“Well alright, but be back within the hour, we’re having dinner soon.”

“Will do.” Rowan said as he walked to the door.

As he opened the front door he looked back at his mother one more time, and closed the door.

The moment he did so, a the sound of thunder loomed overhead. The storm was close now…

<p class="MsoNormal">As Rowan walked the late evening streets of Riften where most market stalls were closing shop, due to the bad weather that seemed to be approaching. The orange leaves formed mini tornadoes on the practically deserted streets, as the wind got stronger and stronger.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eventually Rowan reached Arní’s house. Well, It was his parents’ home, but he stayed here temporarily.

<p class="MsoNormal">He knocked on the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">A few seconds later a woman opened the door. It was Arní’s mother, Helgi.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh… Hello Helgi.” Rowan was a bit surprised.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can I speak to Arní?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So he’s not with you?” Helgi replied.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Huh?” Rowan didn’t seem to understand.

<p class="MsoNormal">A man joined her on the doorstep. Arní’s father. Kristian.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Arní hasn’t come home yet… We thought he was with you.” Kristian said as he held his wife’s hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, he was…” Rowan tried to explain.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We were at the lake, swimming… But he didn’t want to so… He left us. Probably to look for ingredients.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“When was this?” Kristian asked

<p class="MsoNormal">“Euh… About five hours ago.” Rowan realised

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kris… I’m worried.” Helgi looked at her man.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry… He’s capable enough. He’ll be here soon enough.” Kristian said soothingly to calm his wife.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked back, to where his house was. He should go home soon if he’d want to be in time for dinner.

<p class="MsoNormal">Screw it…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I could go look for him…” Rowan suggested.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You could? Thank the divines. That would be so kind of you…” Helgi smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know the spots where he always looks for ingredients. Down by the south road. I’ll go have a look.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Talos bless you…” Kristian added as he escorted his wife back inside and closed the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Right… Now I’ve got this… “quest” to deal with…” Rowan said to himself as he quickstepped his way to the south gate.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only a few moments before he got outside of the city, he felt little drops, falling on his face. It had started to rain, soon it would probably get really bad. So he had to be quick.

<p class="MsoNormal">maybe he got deep into his studies, whenever he was… He’d have no idea of what goes on in his surroundings or of the passing of time… Rowan thought as he walked the south road.

<p class="MsoNormal">… maybe he got stuck somewhere, or worse… Maybe he got attacked by an animal… Rowan realised that him thinking about ‘stuff’ right now wasn’t going to help.

<p class="MsoNormal">The rain only got worse with every second.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan finally reached the offbeat track that Arní sometimes used.

<p class="MsoNormal">After few short minutes of walking on said path he heard voices. Quite voices. Instinctively he crouched down, and tried to locate where it came from.

<p class="MsoNormal">''maybe he’d been taken by bandits… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Seemed that the voices came from behind those bushes…

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan quietly snuck up on them.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he got closer the voices started to sound clearer. Despite the rain which had started to pour down with buckets at this moment he was perfectly able to hear what they were saying. They spoke in odd accents. Something you’d hear from Cyrodiil. They were Imperials, no doubt.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… How much longer.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t know. But we have our orders.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tch, yea… And it’s raining like mad over here… But no, we can’t have any tents or supplies. Telemachus is one hardcore son of a bitch…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan’s eyes widened.

<p class="MsoNormal">Telemachus! The war mongering Imperial, that crazy woman warned him about

<p class="MsoNormal">“…Yeah, stealth and covert-op seemed the best way to attack head on-fight loving Skyrim.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Though it brings some issues as well…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like what?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like that nosey fellow from earlier?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh the Nord?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah… He nearly spotted us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Not sure about that.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah well… Didn’t want to take any chances.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Son of a bitch nearly hit me with his hunting knife.”

<p class="MsoNormal">After he mentioned the hunting knife Rowan realised.

<p class="MsoNormal">As it dawned to him he went and sit on the ground next to the bush.

<p class="MsoNormal">His friend… Was probably dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan felt something built up inside him. A feeling sorrow, mixed with anger.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No…” he sounded in whispers.

<p class="MsoNormal">His fists balled up. And he took a deep breath.

<p class="MsoNormal">He wasn’t going to let those two walk. Not without avenging his fallen friend’s death.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They don’t like head on fighting… I’ll show them head on fighting…” Rowan said as he took out an arrow from his quiver.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">(To be continued)

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