Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-7262318-20170129225418

Psychomantis108 wrote: "That's a word for it, aye." Eldamil admitted, sitting back.

"Equal parts troubled and confused these days..." "Troubled by what?" Hafnir asked. "Are you regretting your decision to come along?"

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Unknown Location 

“Mr. Tinkles…” Goriyn said, placing his hand on his wall. “I really loved that bear…”

Standing across from him was a rebellion soldier, shaking as he addressed his Dark Elf commander, with his two favorite mercenaries on either side of him. The Breton, Blade, on one side, and the archer, Arrowhead, on the other.

“I’m sorry, sir…” The rebel said. “Thunder didn’t make it either.”

“Sorry, he says…” Goriyn shook his head. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything, did you? Tinkles dying didn’t have anything to do with you did it?”

“N-No, sir…”

“Well, don’t apologize,” Goriyn turned to face the rebel. “Look at you, shakin’ like a leaf! C’mon, kid, I’m not that scary, am I?...”

The rebel straightened himself out. “No, sir…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“There you go! You’re not scared of me anymore now, are ya?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“No, sir…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">And with that response, Goriyn launched a carefully thrown dagger directly into the poor boy’s head. He stood for a moment, in shock and agony, before falling back onto the ground and letting his blood ooze out onto the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“You should have been,” Goriyn said, retrieving his knife.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Was that necessary?” Blade sighed, rubbing his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Absolutely,” Goriyn clasped his hands together. “Arrowhead, make sure this body gets hung up at the front of the place tomorrow. Gotta keep the boys in line, am I right?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">The Bosmer nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Alright… so we’ve got a dead bear, a dead orc, and a brain-dead Ice mage running around with some information that he really shouldn’t be running around with…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“The guards down in Leyawiin seem to think he’s dead,” Arrowhead said

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Oh, do they now? Do they?” Goriyn cocked his head. “Well, then call off the hunt! Bring the bloodhounds home, because the Leyawiin guards think that a missing mage is a dead mage!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn laughed. “Oh, Arrow. If you weren’t so good with that bow…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Blade stepped up. “We’ll find him,”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Of course you will, because I’m now giving you two bozos the job of finding him!” Goriyn announced. “You’re going to take a band of troops with you and you’re gonna tear up every floorboard of the Ice-Fist estate until you find that little piggy! And I mean it! Every wall and every chest and every cow must be overturned!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“And when we do find him?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn smirked. He sat down on the corpse of the rebel he just murdered. “We keep that little piggy from squealing, of course. Chop his head off, put an arrow in it, scorch him, rip his arms off and beat him over the head with it and ask him why he’s hitting himself! I’d prefer you do the last one, that’d make for a good laugh…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Then let’s not waste time…” Blade said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Oh, and Blade,” Goriyn said before he went to rally the rebels. “Take Jag with you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Blade groaned. “I am not taking one of your freaks with me.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn slowly turned his head towards him, before laughing. “I… I’m sorry… It’s just funny how you think you have a say in the matter!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">The dark elf hopped up onto his desk, laughing as he did so. “Jag is just a little insurance policy. I have a hunch that you’re going to encounter that little ragtag bunch’a mercs while you’re down there. And if that happens, you’ll need that little tiger to tear their shit up.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“We can handle them,” Blade retorted. “I’ve fought much worse and killed much worse.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Oh, my sweet little naïve Breton…” Goriyn smirked. “You know, that’s what a lot of my boy thought when it was just the Nord. ‘D’oh, I’m gonna get the Nord and be a hero to Goriyn because he’s just a big dumb Nord!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn motioned around the room. “Now, I ask you, how many heads of Hafnir Lion-Eye do you see mounted on the wall?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Blade didn’t answer.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“Good! Now, how many dead rebels do you see in this room?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">“One…” Arrowhead answered.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn laughed. “See, he’s starting to get it! And that numbers gonna bump up to 3 if you run up to this group thinking they’re just some random bunch of sissies! You know how I’m still alive today?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn rose and put his face in Blades. “Because I never, never underestimate! And I always have a plan for every possible contingency. You’d be wise to keep that in mind.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">Goriyn backed off and took a seat. “Now, go on, you crazy kids. Take Jag and find that mage! I want his bloody head! Literally, his bloody head!” Goriyn laughed at his own witty humor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif">The two turned to leave. “And if you fail, I’ll still take someones head! Don’t be surprised if it’s yours!” He called out, before looking down at the dead rebel. “Although, I kinda like the pattern that knife left in your skull, I might take yours… tempting, tempting…”