Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-29559990-20160310002316

Little changes were to be seen in both Mongo and Athorian. Both were still the fight-loving soldiers they had been for a while, only now they had new weapons to their arsenal, and their facial hair had grown a bit. Ja'Keil, however, was a completely different story.

Ja'Keil had become much more skilled in the Trapper profession, under the tutilage of Has-Many-Teeth. He had learned many potent concoctions to create, and many devious traps to construct. He was now prepared, and his fear of the beast had waivered a bit. Not that much, but still.

Oddly enough, Ja'Keil had also bulked up during the last two months. He add added quite a bit of muscle mass to his body, all in thanks to something that had happened two months ago.



Ja’Keil sat with Mongo and Athorian at the table for lunch, and was enjoying the food served that day. Athorian had to excuse himself for what he called personal reasons, and left.

Across the mess hall, the Khajiit spotted Evelyn, and his eyes lingered on her for a while. There was something about her that he found extraordinary, and it wasn’t just in the looks. That entire story of her just, making it past everything and still going strong. She was something else to Ja’Keil. Not to mention she was also one of the nicest people he’s ever met and, by the moons, she was extremely beautiful, and…

“If Ja’Keil could stop making googly eyes with Evelyn,” Mongo said, “Mongo wants him to pass the potatoes.”

The sudden address snapped Ja’Keil back to reality, and did as he was asked. For a while, the two ate their separate meals.

“Ja’Keil wasn’t making googly eyes,” The Khajiit broke the silence.

“Yes you were.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Is Mongo blind?” He suddenly asked.

“Well, No, I don’t-“

“Do you think Mongo is stupid?” He followed.

“No, but-“

“Then, do not tell Mongo what he did and did not see,” The Orc stated, with a commanding voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ja’Keil didn’t respond, intimidated by the angered Orc. He resided to eating the rest of his meal and silence, trying to wolf it down quickly and leave before he could make the situation worse. He sped through the potatoes, then the meat, downed his drink, and then began to move out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Stop,” Mongo ordered.

<p class="MsoNormal">‘’Shit…’’

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sit down.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ja’Keil did as he was asked, bracing for whatever was next.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mongo doesn’t understand you,” He began, glaring down into his cup to see if anything was left. “Someone gets angry with Ja’Keil, and he’s suddenly rolling over and pouting.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ja’Keil remained silent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You have no balls,” Mongo said sourly. “And yet, you want to be a Beast Slayer. But everytime something the least bit intimidating comes your way, you tuck your tail in between your legs and run. Or fall over. Or cry.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… sorry…” Ja’Keil sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mongo growled. “Mongo hates that word. ‘Sorry’. Ja’Keil has said it so many times, that it’s basically become your way of saying ‘I give up’.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ja’Keil does not give up!” The Khajiit protested.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mongo turned to face him. “Ja’Keil insults my intelligence.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay, so maybe This One quits a few things-“

<p class="MsoNormal">“A lot of things,” Mongo corrected.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay, so a lot of things. And This One might be a bit of a coward, but it’s not like Ja’Keil can just wave some magical wand and make himself not scared of things…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mongo looked up from his cup, thinking over something with intense thought. “Alright, lets go,” He said, hopping to his feet.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Where are we going?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">“The Courtyard,” Mongo said. “Ja’Keils training begins now.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">“But I’m already training with Teeth!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">“Not for Slayer business. You train with Mongo now,”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">“But I don’t want to-“

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">“Ja’Keil is not going to quit or say he doesn’t want to!” Mongo bellowed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">"But-"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">"No!" Mongo snapped. "You will train until you come to hate the word 'quit'. Understand?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt"> “Mongo is… Understood…” Ja’Keil sighed.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">“Good. Now, Move!”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:350.6pt;text-indent:-350.6pt;tab-stops: 350.6pt">It's safe to say it has worked well so far. As physically demanding as it was, Ja'Keil had grown in a short time."