Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-5583506-20141119231449

Rowan Autumn-Arrow wrote: "Rowan... I do hope you're not putting your pride before our very own son." Freja persisted.

This made Rowan even more uncomfortable.

"These people can help." She reiterated.

"Fine!" Rowan snapped.

"Tomorrow at dawn we set out for Fort Greenwall."

"Those bandits over there said they didn't have him, but they know who does... And I intend to find out."

"Now if you excuse me I'm tired and I'm going to bed!" He eventually added with a pessimistic tone before walking off towards home.

"We're not done yet, mister!" Freja shouted at him.

"I am!" Rowan cried back. "Okay, you have to tell me now, Myling", said Aldoran as the pair headed to the Bee and Barb. "What is your story with that guy? Because, if you ask me it seems a little strange that you are in love with someone who clearly shares nothing but contempt for you?"

She glared at him. "How nice of you to point that out for me", she said in a tone so cold it was likely to freeze the Imperial's ears off. "But what happened between Rowan and me stays between me and him, you understand? You wouldn't believe me if I told you my story anyway, and secondly you wouldn't be able to comprehend the complexity of the feelings I have for him... since you are NOT me!"

"Alright, alright!" he said. "By the Divines, just relax. You are so tense. I have during those years in Ekendal never seen you this worked up before. But then again I hardly saw anything of you. You were always hiding in the background or shying behind Riamide." He wrinkled his eyebrows. "Just who are you, really?"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "I want to get drunk so badly right now..."

"What? Right now? But... if we are going to meet up with him tomorrow and you show up drunk, how are we then supposed to?"

"I don't care!" she exclaimed angrily. "It's a fucking miracle that I care anything at all nowadays!"

"I have never heard you curse before", said Aldoran worryingly. "But what do I know? You could be swearing constantly under that thick scarf of yours. I can barely make out what you are saying sometimes either way."

"I just want to get really wasted and forget about that moment back there", growled Myling through her scarf as she entered the Bee and Barb.

It was impossible for Keerava to forget about embarassing customers such as the young blonde woman with the scarf. She was literally stunned when she recognised that the same customer from a few years back had once again entered her doors, even though she had deeply wished never to see her again.

Myling went up to the counter. "Give me 10 bottles of Nord mead!"

Aldoran was getting more anxious for every passing second. "Myling, this is a really bad idea..."

When the drinks were served and payed there was little left to say. Myling did mostly all of the talking. Aldoran couldn't quite make out what she was going on about, but nodded from time to time, pretending to understand her drunken rabble as he had seated her by a table.

"And... and then you see", giggled Myling. "I found out that Riamide was actually a Daedric prince in disguise! Meridia actually! You know... Riamide is an anagram of Meridia. Or is it the other way around?"

"No, really?!" laughed Aldoran.

I just want to get home to Ekendal so badly...

"No, I promise you!" said Myling and was almost crying from her own laughter. "She said something... something about me being 'haunted'", she quoted the word rather clumsily with her fingers before she broke down laughing again. "Haunted by some evil spirit called an Umbramancer or some crazy talk like that..."

"You don't say?" replied Aldoran with little interest, looking more concerned than entertained. The guests and the innkeepers were starting to have enough about the drunken girl's ramblings. "Can you perhaps hurry this story up so that we can tuck you in and let you sleep it off?"

She nodded in agreement before bumping him hard into the chest with an empty bottle. "You are right there, Vilgot. You have always been right! I am sorry that I printed all my memories of you onto Rowan. I didn't mean to. The Umbramancer stole all the memories I had of you when it devoured half of my soul and my mind simply had to 'have' Vilgot within its memories to function correctly. Therefore it let me fall in love with Rowan, so that I would remain stable..." She began to laugh again.

Aldoran leaned a little bit closer. There was no mistake to it. Even though she was drunk there was always a grain of truth hidden deep with the drunkard's rantings. "Really?" he said with an increased interest.

"Yep!" chirped Myling and made a grimace before she burped contently. "You are correct, sir Vilgot!" Then she began to turn sad. "I still miss you, Vilgot. Even though I can't remember your face, because it has been replaced by Rowan, I still love you... I just wish that father hadn't done what he did to me... That way we could have been together. We could have been married, had children, grown old together and then..."

She shed a tear. "Died..."

Aldoran put a hand on her cheek and gently stroke it. He didn't know what to make of her stories, but he knew that at least some of them were true. "What did your... uhm, father do to you exactly, Myling?"

She shook her head. "No. No, don't make me tell you. It's not a pleasant story... I am not in the mood..."

"What happened?"

She emptied the last drops in her bottle before she fell over the table. "He drowned me", she said vaguely. "That old drunken bastard drowned me... His only child. His only daughter, can you imagine?"

Aldoran took his hand back. It was clear to him that something really bad must have happened to her back in her life to make her say stuff like this. He felt bad just by listening to it. It made him feel uncomfortable.

"Now carry your princess to bed, sir Vilgot", said Myling and rolled her torso on the table so that she was facing him. "For she is tired and demands your royal escort..."

He nodded. "Then up we go!" he said and took her in his arms. Her fragile little body was lighter than he had expected. Judging by her weight it was a miracle that she was still able to speak after consuming ten entire bottles of mead.

He started to carry her up the stairs to the room he had pre-ordered before she had started to stuff herself with drinks, knowing what that amount of alcohol would do to the human body. He had seen it happen to Starkad. It hadn't been a pretty sight...

He laid her down in bed and tucked her down underneath the sheets.

"Please", cooed Myling in his ear and kissed him on the cheek. "Be gentle with me?" she then began to giggle hysterically.

Her breath reached his nostrils and made him turn his face away from her. While she was laughing he pulled her scarf up all the way over her mouth to make her shut up and to keep the stench of her breath to a minimum.

She then continued to laugh herself to sleep before it was replaced by the pleasant sound of her light snoring.

"Finally", he muttered and pulled out a bucket from underneath the bed.

He then laid down in the bed on the opposite side of the room and pondered over everything she had been telling him in her drunken state. Had it all been the fragments of a whole truth or was it simply just tales of nonsense spoken by a girl who clearly drank alot more than she knew she was capable to handle?