Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180321151727/@comment-7262318-20180402141535

Goriyn sawed away at the foot, essentially having to crack the creature open due to the hardened exterior of the bird. Inside, the tissue and muscles had been burnt up as well, meaning there would be very little for the Dark Elf to learn from this one.

“Dammit…” Goriyn sighed. “Are you going to say something or are you going to skulk in the shadows?”

He was referring to Hafnir, who was still standing by the door after everyone had left.

“What? You didn’t I think saw you?” Goriyn asked of him, beginning to care into the skull. “Thought you were, going to be all dramatic and limelight-hogging and announce yourself afterwards? Still predictable as ever.”

“I was waiting for the right moment, Goriyn,” Hafnir defended himself, folding his arms.

“Only the millionth time I’ve heard you say that!” Goriyn spat. “You waste a lot of time and a lot of people while you wait for that ‘right moment’, you know that?”

Hafnir grunted. “How’d you get here?”

“Well, lets see, I was born to a shithole in Morrowind, grew up and went to the Impe-“

“I’m not playing this game. How’d you get to the island. Skip ahead a little bit.”

“Oh, well lets see… Got a few Stormcloaks together, went off to slaughter a few worthless noblemen that had some very questionable business practices, the Dominion caught me and here I am!” Goriyn clapped his hands together. “So what are you doing here?”

“We were chasing bandits to this island, with hostages. Didn’t know this island was here, and didn’t know the Dominion was here until we got close?”

“So once again, all your friends are backed into a corner,” Goriyn laughed. “Does that ever get tiring to you? Watching all your friends die horribly on the battlefield or in a torture chamber because you can’t ever say ‘no’ to the Imperial orders?”

“It certainly beats brazenly slaughtering innocent people out in the open.”

“Well our definitions of innocent don’t seem to be the same,” Goriyn shrugged. “That weakness that runs amok in the Imperial City, it’s rubbing off on you, Haffy. I seem to recall a little Nordic fellow who would have agreed that those noblemen, for all the crimes they’ve committed, absolutely should have been put to the sword. Oh, but not now. Because that would be silly, someone of such high status paying for what they’ve done, correct?”

Hafnir remained silent.

“Is that Battlemage with you?” Goriyn asked. “A wonder he hasn’t burned the island down yet?”

“What are you planning?”

“A boatload of Chaos and anarchy, to give us enough time to escape…”

“And that’s why you’re pulling that animal apart?” Hafnir asked.

“I wanna know how these things work. Know your enemy better and all that…” Goriyn said. At this point, the crown of the head was off and Goriyn was slowly working on removing the most vital of organs in the body. “It’s a question I would like answered.”

“Now, the way I see things, you are as much a prisoner on this island as I am,” Goriyn continued. “So I suppose, that your options of also leaving this island are numbered. Unless you and Dally have an option that I am not aware of.”

“We had a boat that’s sunken. One of yours suggested rebuilding it, which could work. We have survivors in the basement, that could work on it.”

“A fair idea,” Goriyn nodded. “But, the chaos will still need to ring. The boat will not get far if the Dominion has time to see it moving.”

Hafnir sighed, and turned to leave. “We’ll think on it.”

“Think quickly, now. I know how long it takes you to decide on these things,” Goriyn grinned.

(Is EVERYONE ready for a timeskip?)