Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191009222229/@comment-7262318-20191010213001

“This One told you to leave!” Shrava barked, whipping back around with her claws extended. She stopped herself, however, when she saw that it was not Lysilde.

“Oh… you,” Shrava said, straightening herself out. “This One hardly recognizes you without that tree-whore hanging off of your neck.”

“Funny,” Alvoran grunted. “What’s happened to you?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“This… you know, when we were off stopping Morgus, you were always a little nuts… but what’s this all about?” The Nord demanded, stepping closer to Shrava. He had to glare down to look at her, as his Nordic blood gave him a height advantage. “You never intentionally tried to murder the group like that.”

“This One was not intentionally trying to murder those two… no, she was going after a bigger prize. The cultists and daedra that you idiots were going to let walk around free while you were busy chasing a flower.”

“It sounded to me like they were just drunk…”

“It’s Sanguine, you petulant child, do you not understand how Sanguine works?!” Shrava snapped at him. “First it’s a taste, then a sip, then a bottle, then many, then it’s forever bound to him… enslaved, an object of sex for his amusement.”

“And you were going to help them by-“

“By killing them, yes!” Shrava cut him off. “It would be a preferable alternative to enslavement, would it not? Would you rather that little Helian and the woman out of his class be turned into mindless puppets to be whipped around on strings, for all of eternity, continuing to spread the influence of the Daedra?” She shrieked.

Despite the split flying into his face, Alvoran remained calm and took a breath. Listening to her words, he was beginning to understand where this was coming from.

“You didn’t want them to be slaves.”

“This One wanted to kill off the beast at it’s source,” Shrava declared. “And she would have done it, too. She would have spared whoever these cultists will go on to infect next… but no, now they’re going to, run off and start this whole thing all over again. All because Lysilde thinks that a stupid flower and useless scroll was more important.”

“Shrava-“

“Shut up, holy boy! You know, this one ought to burn you alive too!” She stamped her foot. “Possessed by Meridia as you were, you are a liability…”

Alvoran was unphased by her threat.

“Leave. Now…”

“Shra-“

“NOW!” She screamed.

Alvoran flinched a little at her volume, but merely nodded and made for the door. “Can I at least say something before I go?”

Shrava was not facing him now, but she did not stop him from speaking.

“I get it,” He said. “What happened to you was wrong. What’s been done to you was wrong. I get it, Shrava.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“Maybe… but I do know that whatever happened in that mine, and whatever happened in the Isles… you’re not going to fix it by just killing all of your problems.”

“That remains to be seen.”

Alvoran sighed, and exited the dorm.