Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-7262318-20191015005028

Shrava stared down at the fire in her hands, tuning out of the groups nauseating banter. She couldn’t stand how at ease everyone was. What was there to be at ease about? They had barely escaped from the first trial of nine, nearly died along the way, and very nearly let an entire cult of Sanguine-worshipping animals escape to spread their influence across the world. And, there were still 15 other princes to contend with and eight other artifacts to collect

And yet, they were all laughing and joking and having a grand old time. As if the fate of the world was not resting entirely in their incapable heads.

She shook her head. She knew the most likely outcome was that they would all die horribly thanks to their gross inability to accurately estimate the danger in front of them. A plan would have to be devised when, and not if, that moment came to pass. She’d have to grab the information that Lysilde had, and then find the rest of them on her own.

Her rather pessimistic train of thought was interrupted, however, when Garran approached her, his arms folded. “You gonna sit over here all day and stew?”

“This One was planning on it, yes,” Shrava growled lowly, the fire dissipating out of her hands. “What do you want, fool?”

“Don’t go calling me a fool,” Garran responded. “I’m not the one who tried to make an entire room full’a people, some of which were us… What is your problem?”

“Anyone with a brain, and worthy of surviving the ordeal, would have known the trouble they were getting into the moment they were presented with the wine. Had This One completed her job, no substantial life would have been lost.”

“You were going to kill me, Helian, and Nyasia…”

“… no substantial life would have been lost,” She repeated.

“You are one cruel son of a bitch,” Garran spat.

“Cruel? Cruel would have been leaving those people to their fate,” Shrava shrugged. “A mercy killing is much less cruel, than leaving you to the servitude of the Daedra.”

“And how, exactly, would you know that?”

“Because This One has been there,” Shrava hissed at him. “Do you think it’s pleasant being puppeted around by a Daedric overlord? It’s not pleasant, Orc.”

Garran’s scowl softened a bit at that revelation. “… How’d you get out of it then?”

“What?”

“You got out of it, right? You’re not still under some demon’s thumb, yeah?”

“Correct.”

“Then you got out of it. How’d you do it?”

Shrava scoffed. “This One was betrayed by him. She was told that she was of vital importance to his plans and his experiments… and she believed it for many years. Then he up and decided to leave her in the dust when she was on the verge of death,” She said.

“… So you were a fool, then,” Garran said.

Shrava frowned and her eyes narrowed at the orc. “What did you say?”

“You got tricked and fooled into following… same as us,” Garran spat. “You’re just as dumb as we are, then.”

Shrava cocked her head, bewildered by this Orc speaking to her in such a manner. Slowly, she rose up, a puzzled look on her face. “… I could burn you from the inside out, creature.”

“That gonna make you feel better?”

“No, but it’ll be a start,” Shrava hissed, her hands beginning to glow.

“... I’m sorry, you know.”

“For what?!” She growled.

“… For whatever the Daedra did for you turn out like this,” Garran murmured.

“Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not,” Garran said. “Seems they treated you like hell.”

“Oh, you think? This One was subject to many…. Many, things. Things that she would not wish upon her worst enemies…” Shrava said. “Be thankful that you have experienced nothing of the sort.”

Despite her rough demeanor, Garran couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Khajiit. She obviously was not all there, and it was also quite obvious that her time around the Daedra had taken a very heavy toll on her. She had attempted to murder many people yesterday, and yet he still felt sorry for her.

“This One does not need your pity,” She said, telling by the look in his eyes what he was feeling. She slowly retook her position sitting in the dirt. “This One would like to be left alone, if it’s all the same to you.”

“… Alright,” Garran shrugged, understanding the desire to be left alone. He started heading back to the gathering to see what they were talking about. “… You want a bowl?”

“What?”

“Do you want a bowl?” Garran repeated. “You know… eat? Not starve out here…”

Shrava narrowed her eyes again, skeptical of the Orc now. “No... thank you, but… no.”

The Orc shrugged. “Suit yourself,” He said, turning around and leaving her to her own thoughts.

"Cloudrest huh?" Alvoran rubbed his chin. "That'll be a trip... definitely need to stock up if we're going to head that far out on boat."