Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150305043346/@comment-5543592-20150309023835

"We'll decide in the morning." Said Oh'Droga. "If we don't make camp now, the cold will take us."

Ejlar nodded. "I want you two-"  He pointed to Vordel and Theodric. "On first watch."

He then went to help Oh'Droga make camp. In a matter of minutes they had what Oh'Droga called "Base Camp" (there aren't enough tents in the image, probably, so adjust accordingly) set up.

Ejlar reviewed the manifest he had found in the inn. The names and portraits were meaningless, except for two.

One, was Berngerus Galin, the navigator and second in command, like Ejlar himself. Not for the name, but for the machete that rested on his shoulder in the portrait- the same machete Daylon had found. The second was the boy, named Xiar, someone's son. Meaning that Xiar had been on Atmora for over a year. Ejlar left the manifest sitting out. He crawled into his tent, wrote in his journal for a bit, and then went to sleep.

In his sleep, or in some semi-conscious state, Ejlar was back at the ancient inn that he had found in the first expedition colony. Except now, the inn was bustling with occupants for some kind of occasion they were drinking and being merry, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like they weren’t on an abandoned continent. Ejlar himself was back at the bar. Lowe the bartender was back behind the bar.

 “Good evening, Mr. Ejlar.”

“ Hi Lowe. Been away, but now I'm back.

“ Good evening, Mr. Ejlar. It's good to see you.”

“ It's good to be back, Lowe.”

“ What'll it be, sir?”

“ Hair of the dog that bit me.”

“Some mead, yeah?”

 “That'll do her.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Lowe went about making Ejlar’s drink. “ No charge to you, Mr. Ejlar.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ No charge?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Your money is no good here. Orders from the house.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Orders from the house?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Drink up, Mr. Ejlar.”

<span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ I'm the kind of man who likes to know who's buying their drinks, Lowe.” <span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ It's not a matter that concerns you, Mr. Ejlar. At least not at this point.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Anything you say, Lowe. Anything you say.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> Ejlar finished his drink and backed away from the bar. As he perused the party goers he collided with a well-dressed server, who accidently spilled his drinks all over Ejlar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> “My apologies.”   Said the server.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> Ejlar glanced down at his drink splattered Stalhrim armor. “No, that’s alright, I was planning on changing my outfit anyway.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> “Let me help you out.”   The server led Ejlar to a wash room and got a dry rag, and proceeded to help Ejlar wipe off his armor. Ejlar looked at the server’s face. He recognized him from somewhere.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> “What do they call you around here, Steward?”   Asked Ejlar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> The server looked up at Ejlar. “Galin, sir.   Berngerus Galin”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Galin?”   Ejlar furrowed his brow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> “Yes, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“Berngerus Galin.”   Repeated Ejlar, wanting further affirmation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Galin looked slightly exasperated, but still patient. “ That's right, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Eh, Mr. Galin... haven't I seen you somewhere before?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Why no, sir. I don't believe so.” He continued cleaning Ejlar’s armor. “ Ah ha, it's coming off now, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Ejlar pulled away from Galin and went to the wash basin and proceeded to scrub his hands. “ Eh... Mr. Galin... weren't you once the navigator of an expedition to Atmora?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Why no, sir. I don't believe so.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ You work for the Conglomerate, don’t you, Galin?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Yes, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“And how is that going ?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Right as rain, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Mr. Galin, you were the navigator here. I recognize you- I saw your portrait in the expedition manifest. You, uh … chopped your comrades into bits. And… then you blew your brains out.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Mr. Galin, you were the navigator here.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Galin shook his head, and said with conviction, “ I'm sorry to differ with you, sir, but you are the navigator. You've always been the navigator. I should know, sir. I've always been here.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-style:italic">Ejlar just chuckled. The situation was all just too funny, for some reason.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Did you know, Mr. Ejlar, that your associates are attempting to bring an outside party into this situation? Did you know that?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ No.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ They are, Mr. Ejlar.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Who? Who are they bringing in?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> “Anyone… people.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Ejlar looked confused. Who? How? “People?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“Yes.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ How?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Xiar has a very great talent. I don't think you are aware how great it is, but he is attempting to use that very talent against your will.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Ejlar laughed and shot Galin a knowing smile. He shrugged his shoulders. “ He is a very willful boy.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Indeed he is, Mr. Ejlar. A very willful boy. A rather … naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ It's the others. They, uh … interfere.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">“ Perhaps … they need a good talking to, if you don't mind my saying so. Perhaps … a bit more. My subordinates, sir, they didn't care for this place at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches and tried to burn this place down. But I… corrected ,” He enunciated the word. It clearly meant more than just that, “them, sir. And when my commanding officer tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I … corrected him too .”