All posts by Rowan Autumn-Arrow
(You can control Rowan, Freja and Fridrik if you want to Lazarus (or anyone else for that matter), if you want to really finish this story. I've gotten kind of estranged with all of this. I just can't find the investment in these like I used to have. Perhaps it's because I'm kind of bored of Rowan as a character. Either way, I don't take the time to read up anymore. Which kind of defeats the purpose. Better just hand over the characters than pretend.)
(I don't think I'm gone for good though but... Just for now.)
(Have fun you guys, I certainly had.)
(yeah, what is up with that thing? T'would be nice if you could at least customise the colour or size...)
(Also, I'm kind of busy with a lot of projects, both leisure and business, wich doesn't give me all that much time to come on regularly. I therefor kind of fear that I'm not going to be able to actually do a lot of Roleplaying. Again, terribly sorry about this.)
(Holy balls. I don't come on for like two days and now look at this huge searchbar!)
Rowan wanted to go after the fiend, but his wife managed to keep him at her side.
"He's not worth it." Freja told him, looking into his eyes.
They sort of calmed him down. Though he was still clearly angry. Feeling like he should be the one to be blamed for all this.
If I just hadn't been so strict...
"Are we ready to head out?" asked Myling.
(Got to bed at around 8 yesterday!)
"Ja... We are." Rowan nodded and subsequently walked out.
He felt uneasy.
"Gargh, fuck!" The Bosmer cried out, falling to the floor before running off into the wilderness, muttering about his hopes that Rowan only finds a corpse as he rubbed his face.
Rowan wanted to go after the fiend, but his wife managed to keep him at her side.
"He's not worth it." Freja told him, looking into his eyes.
They sort of calmed him down. Though he was still clearly angry. Feeling like he should be the one to be blamed for all this.
If I just hadn't been so strict...
(Same actually. Uni's gonna start)
"That's sweet."
Rowan then punched the man across the face. Fracturing the jaw.
"Well, were would you go?" Rowan asked menacingly.
"The rift's a big place, where were they headed?" Rowan pressed on the bosmer's foot.
Rowan started to lose his temper.
"You shut your mouth about my son you hear!"
He clenched his fist.
"Now... if you want to leave this place and still be able to walk, you best start talking. Tell me everything you know. And If I detect but a hint of a lie or that you're not telling me everything. I'll break your foot."
(There will be a time when all that self-loathing of yours will result into serial murders, George. Then The Sun'll probably going to come up with a name for you, as you haunt the dimly lit streets of Manchester, praying on unsuspecting victims.)
"Yesterday you said a man, named Damasus, came and took away my son."
He got back up, now towering over the already smaller man.
"I want to know where to."
The bandit rolled over and looked Rowan in the face before looking across the field and seeing that most of his comrades had been slain...
"Oh, shit..." He muttered, as if it suddenly dawned on him.
"I'm back..." The Nord said softly, obviously holding a lid on his anger.
If the look of his eyes was somthing to go off, it seemed like he could beat this little elf to a pulp.
(I cannot unsee Hugo Weaving in that Vorwith Forlen character on the mainpage. Also, Humble, if there's anything George can write really well, it's dicks you want to kill very badly.)
"I've got the feeling these are the last bandits in the building. Keep at least one alive..."
"The bosmer archer." Rowan pointed as he recognised him as the bastard that taunted him yestarday.
"Will leave him to you then", she said and then charged.
The bandits had barely the time to react before the young Nord woman came crashing into their center and swung the wooden sword wildly around her, breaking jaws and noses as two bandits collapsed around her.
She pounced on the Bosmer and then restrained him with the tip of Gastbane against the bulge of his throat.
Aldoran stood speechless. It was clear to him now that Riamide and Myling had indeed been lying to him and Starkad during these past two years. What kind of herbalist could fight like that? And not even using a real weapon?
Rowan felt uncomfortable about the fact she was winning his battles for him. But then again, this was about his son, not his ego.
Him and Freja walked up towards Myling, who didn't even seem a tiny bit exhausted from the whole ordeal.
The other two bandits somewhat rolled in moaning pain on the floor. Not quite sure what had befallen them.
The Nord lowered himself squatting down next to the bosmer.
"Hello, again." Rowan said quite menacingly.
(psycho? Care to play the part? otherwise I'll do it myself)
"I've got the feeling these are the last bandits in the building. Keep at least one alive..."
"The bosmer archer." Rowan pointed as he recognised him as the bastard that taunted him yestarday.
In the next room there were 3 bandits, sitting at a table, playing a game of cards.
Or well, tried to anyways. Since they didn't even own a full deck.
Still they didn't seem to be aware of Myling, Rowan, Freja and Aldoran's presence.