Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-3293219-20150331001558

(Fuck it, I'm pretty sure that the storm outside could drown out a Metalica concert...)

"Kay!" Arrietty called out as she stumbled through the wilderness, stopping and shivering on the spot as she looked around. She was thankful that she had her own clothes and the robes on top of them or else she would have frozen to death.

"Kaaaaaay!!!" She cried out, into the darkness, her voice echoing on, like it was being carried by a parade of lost souls.

The Breton began to pant, panicked by the thought that she was nowhere near either of them and it wasn't like they'd come looking for her. She should have left, when she had the chance, when Cato had healed her.

Gods knew where he was now...

Dammit Arrie, keep it together! She though as she winced once more as an icy blast hit her cheeks, like a hail of glass.

The Breton proceeded to wrap himself up in her cloak as she ran on ahead, though she was definitely slowing up as she wasn't very fast on her feet to begin with. She wrapped herself up, tightly, to protect herself from the next blast as she shambled on, hoping to find a place to rest as her injuries flared up.

Arrietty had to force her legs to move forward, one at a time, like she was walking through snow. This was incredibly exhausting and the fact that she was already tired, scared and hungry did not help the situation. She began to wonder if she'd ever find a road, at least then she'd know that it lead somewhere...

"Hey, you there!" A voice called out, prompting Arrietty to fear that she'd gone mad but quickly realised that it was coming vaguely from her left.

"To your left!"

The Breton slowly turned and saw a light in the distance, a small lantern from the looks of it, unless she was having some sort experience...

She seriously wasn't in the mood for such a thing right now...

The lantern began to flicker and move around as the one holding approached her, eventually stepping in front of her and illuminating his face. He was an elderly Redguard man, with quite a long, knotted beard and several stress lines on his forehead. He appeared to be wrapped up in robes, like she was, except his were brown and made of sack cloth.

Arrie leered away from him, slowly lowering her hands to her belt, so that she could draw her sickle if she needed it.

"Wh-What do you want?" She asked, timidly as she brought it up, unsure of this strange man's intentions. She was too tired to fight right now, even if her opponent was an old man.

"From you? Nothing..." The Man assured her, slowly proceeding to fold his arms and straighten his back.

"You just appeared to be lost..."

Arrietty paused and eyed him, wondering what his stake was in all of this...

"Appearances can be deceiving..." She replied, defensively as she still didn't trust this Redguard. Him appearing out of the blue was too... convenient...

"Sure, they can be deceiving but I'm pretty sure that you really are as close to keeling over as you look." The Elder replied, getting a stern glare from the girl as she frowned, something about his tone made her uneasy.

"Look, I have a cabin, it's not far from here, I can take you there, if you're looking for a place to rest for the night."

"Yeah, sure. So that you can drug my tea and have your way with me... I know how this shit goes." The Breton replied, in a defensive manor, she knew the rule about creepy old dudes and tea...

The Redguard didn't even flinch at the suggestion, he simply shrugged.

"Well, now that you mention it, I was going to rape you, plunge a dagger into your heart and drink your blood, for the glory of Molag Bal." The Redguard 'confessed,' simply shrugging it off.

"But I was going to make you dinner first."

"Oh, how thoughtful..." Arrie muttered, rolling her eyes, though it was sounding like a pretty good deal. Maybe she could negotiate and just be stabbed?

Well, if she went back with this guy, she might die. She wasn't blind to this but out here, she most certainly would die...

Either way, if this guy kept his word, it was die in the warm, with a full stomach or freeze to death hungry. Somehow the former seemed far more appealing...

"Alright... Just don't try anything, I've killed people four times your size, without a weapon." She informed him as it was technically true, since she killed Woody with his weapon.

"Very well." The Redguard concluded, slowly turning around and waiting for Arrietty to join him at his side.

"If you'll follow me Miss...?"

"Muldoon... Arrietty Muldoon..." The Breton replied, introducing herself but still keeping up the same, hostile and suspicious tone.

"Well, I'm Isaiah... Father Isaiah Kolgrim."

"Wait... So you're a priest?"

"Technically, it depends who you ask."

This left Arrietty puzzled and a little curious, deciding that out here wasn't the best place to discuss such things.

"Alright... Lead on 'Father'..." She decreed, waiting for him to lead her to her 'doom.'

(And now the storm has passed. :))