Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151125220742/@comment-5543592-20151129015043

Eilonwyn wrote: As the other two attacked the Lich, Nissa aimed again for his head, tossing her sword at him like an arrow shot from a bow.

If only they had an archer with them! (They had an archer but his internet wasn't working :

Scire was tending to his bow, off to the side, severly disturbed with what had taken place. Vordel dead, Kaz gone bonkers, Talin gone even more bonkers, everything coming apart at the seams. It wasn't looking good.

Ragnar, however, was surveying the group with narrowed eyes and folded arms. They needed to get whipped into shape. Seriously. They were losing all kinds of focus. Everyone was caught up in their own petty squabbles, and not focusing on the greater things at play. This was not a drama, where these 'warriors' treated the quest as a side show. This was a mission of epic proportions, determined to stop a maniac from destroying the word. He needed to make them understand that.

"Are we all going to die, Ragnar?" The Dunmer suddenly asked from behind the Nord in a quiet voice.

Ragnar turned slightly, to look at Scire. "Why do you say that?"

"Vordel just kicked the bucket.  If things work out like how it looks at the moment Talin, Kaz, and Caius aren't far away themselves."

Ragnar snorted, turning back to his observation of the camp. "I'm not one for making votes of confidence." The Nord stated.

They were both quiet for a while, before Scire spoke again.

"But you've done this before."

Ragnar sighed and looked back at Scire. "What are you talking about?"

"Rebellions.  Fighting authority.  You planned to liberate Skyrim.  You've led quests before, to do things just like this- hunting down dangerous artifacts in dangerous places.  You know how all this works.  You weren't even surprised when you'd wandered into the Labrythian, I saw it.  If anything, you were bored." He paused, before adding, "You've done all this before."

Ragnar didn't look like he was catching on. "Your point?"

"Why haven't you taken charge yet?  I know the stories about you.  Nord are anything but quiet.  When I was at your Hall I heard all the stories.  You abandoned your family, stole secrets from the college itself, became one of the most powerful men in Skyrim.  I don't doubt you planned to install yourself as High King if your rebellion had succeeded.  You had the support after all.  You were a legend to those people, Ragnar.  Hell, you still are.  Your story is comparable to Tiber Septim's himself- you even admit to making it look that way on purpose."

Ragnar looked away, not responding. He knew the quest Scire wanted to ask, but didn't dare.

Why haven't you gotten Talin killed yet?

"Did I tell you why I failed building my rebellion?"

Scire shrugged. "I just assumed they caught you."

Ragnar shook his head. "I was betrayed."

Scire blinked, surprised.

"That is enough to make me question my own leadership- when one of my closest allies betrays me.  And I do not want to lead again.  No... I have had my fill of leading men.  Let the others do it.  They will need to fend for themselves soon enough."

Scire furrowed his brow. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Ragnar didn't respond, instead heading down into the camp.