Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200209191941/@comment-25828117-20200210200439

Over a week had passed and Nemicus wondered whether he had made the right call. Nohaden’Cade had been ‘funny’ and ‘amusing’ at first. But it just would not stop. The man really was just a massive idiot, one who believed that there an infinite number of conversations to be had on the subject of justice. Initially quaint in his child-like reckoning of right and wrong, Cade could rapidly devolve a subject until it was unrecognizable from the original topic of conversation. A comment on the distant mountains would somehow lead to an insistence of the superiority of High Rock’s countryside. Mention of the ocean would lead Cade to boast he had been to the Ghost Sea, completely forgetting it was there he had originally met Nemicus (much to his vexation). Most of what came out of Cade’s most was a constant and ultimately insistence that they were on a “noble” and “just” journey that would ultimately end in success, despite them having made less than a mote of progress.

The captain had been slowly pulling one of the hoses off his feet, both were revealed to be covered in blisters.

Nemicus sucked air through his teeth as he felt the cold air on his delicate skin. He then placed the wet hose by the other one.

“Well, that little hike had been a bad idea. We should’ve stayed with the horses. My boots are made to look good and fancy on a ship, not for long nature walks that may or may not involve hopping across streams.”

He turned to see what Cade had to say for himself. How would he excuse himself this time?

Cade was rifling through his bag, having already strode far ahead to Justus, unwinded by their brief expeditation. “This may be so, Captain, but we now have many a supply of berries!” He presented two handfuls of bright red fruits. “It was well worth it.”

Nemicus scratched the back of his neck, he could’ve done with a warm bath right now. “Are you sure those are edible?”

“Of course, they are fruit.” Cade said knowingly. “Such delicacies are popular in Wayrest! I will demonstrate.” He lifted his visor and without hesitation popped one into his mouth.

The skin of the berry was tougher than expected and when he bit down, its contents exploded inside his mouth, pulpy and textured like moss. The flavour was incredibly foul. Despite this, he munched on it thoughtfully.

Nemicus didn’t look particularly bothered to try, despite all the effort they had gone through to get them. “Are they any good?”

Cade stuck his tongue out--it was stained a bright red--and spat the clump of half-chewed berry onto the ground at his feet. Justus turned back and lowered his head to sniff at it. Cade nudged him away.

“It is quite horrible,” he said. “I have a solution, however!”

“Please. Dare not keep me in such suspense,” Nemicus said with obvious sarcasm. Not that it particularly mattered with Cade, who was already turning around, going into his bag again. He came out with sugar cubes, piled high onto his already full hands.

“Look!” He presented them proudly to Nemicus, jumbling the berries and cubes together. “This will undoubtedly improve the flavour.”

“Cade, my friend. I genuinely think you shouldn’t-”

Before Nemicus could get the next word out Cade had shoved a cluster of the mixed cubes and berries into his mouth. His cheeks swelled up like a squirrel’s as he forced the whole handful into his mouth and began to chomp on it gleefully. He couldn’t get his lips closed all the way and trails of pinkish-brown mystery berry juice dripped out. Nemicus sighed; there was that bridge crossed he supposed.

Odvica, Nemicus’ blue roan, meanwhile seemed to meaningfully eye Justus, causing the captain to pull on her reins from an awkward position, seated on a rock beside her. That bloody stallion was the randiest thing he had ever laid eyes on, and he had sailed every corner of the globe. The only one oblivious to that scary steed’s sex drive was his owner. Who seemed to think sex was a fable told to scare children. That last part had never been confirmed but Nemicus would bet the Flashing Blade and all his earthly possessions for it to be true.

Cade had gotten into his saddle, smiling big as he chewed. His face was still bloated from the sheer mass of food in his mouth.

“Whet’s waste bhime no furbher, Cashtin!” Pieces of berry flew from his mouth. He lowered his visor, but that made it worse in a way as Nemicus could hear the chunks dink off the steel.

“Fine,” Nemicus, who might not have been eating sour berries but who was certainly in a mood as if he had, said. He winced when he put his hose back on. “But if you start vomiting we won’t have a break and we won’t stop. We’re in the middle of nowhere and I’d like to find a way back to civilization soon.”

“Ha! The Augur of Justice does not vomit. He only, if ever, retches.”

Nemicus wondered just how much of a torrent could pour forth from Cade, whose stomach must’ve roughly been around the size of a cow’s. He quickly dispelled the thought for it was not a very pleasant one.

With the both of them back in the saddle, and a westerly breeze on their faces, they went forth.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Cade was holding his stomach, moaning something about ‘too much sugar.’

Meanwhile Nemicus was panicking “Come on, just. Hold it together. I think I can see a light over there!”

“No, I cannot!” Cade cried, leaning back in his saddle. He pulled on the reins with all his weight and Justus neighed at the sudden yank, tossing his mane. “The Augur of Justice does not…” He lurched forwards, gagging.

Nemicus’ eyes went wide. “Oh no…”

Cade lifted his visor, revealing a pallid, clammy face. He leaned over the side of his destrier, towards Nemcius in an act of desperation. “Does not… The Augur does not…”

Nemicus looked for cover as Cade began to heave, “The Augur Ju-Ju-Just--” and spewed out a veritable cannon blast of undigested berries and sugar cubes, coated entirely in a creamy stomach fluid.

The sea captain looked on in horror like one would if the wind carried a ship up against the cliffs, making one unable to look away. Justus had a nonreaction and only let out a brief huff.

Cade heaved a few times more and then sat back, wiping his mouth. He took a deep breath, blinking, and then beamed at Nemicus, “Well! I am much better now!” He said pleasantly. “Shalt we carry on?”

Nemicus did not know where to look now, but he could tell this was going to be a long journey...

-

Meanwhile the night had fallen over the camp just outside Narsis. Out here among the tents at the back of the front line the soldiers were enjoying supper and a bit of music. It was played on a weird Dunmer instrument that produced the most peculiar sounds, like a breeze blowing through a tunnel of wind chimes.

Helian felt sleepy just listening to it while he leaned against a tent post. He wondered if they could not just leave tonight. Like Nemicus and Cade. He had Nyasia. Go west, rather than east...

Lysilde was preparing Morin for the proper journey to the east in the meantime.

Krem was about ready to call on them to get ready.