The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]
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"Aye, hold on." Jarrik finally spoke up.
"I've been sittin' here, tryin' to make any sense of all this talk of demons, resurrection and the Fade." Mumbling under his breath. 'Blighted wardens wouldn't bat an eyelash if Razikale dropped by for a drink' "But someone want to tell me why any of you all are taking orders from a corpse? It even admitted it's wearing the bloody thing like a pair of Thaedrin trousers."
"I've been sittin' here, tryin' to make any sense of all this talk of demons, resurrection and the Fade." Mumbling under his breath. 'Blighted wardens wouldn't bat an eyelash if Razikale dropped by for a drink' "But someone want to tell me why any of you all are taking orders from a corpse? It even admitted it's wearing the bloody thing like a pair of Thaedrin trousers."
Alrik actually laughed. "Is... complicated situation. Like said, though: if Thaedrin in there somewhere, then still officer. Diocles, ship not have brig. Lock demon girl in spare bedroom next to mine. Search her and room for weapons first. Once lock her in, bring me key."
He looked at Ulrin now. "Go to deck. Watch for marauders."
He looked at Ulrin now. "Go to deck. Watch for marauders."
"Spirit." Sulahn'nehn corrected Jarrik. "Taking orders from a spirit." She kept her eyes on it, wary that any moment it would lunge at her to finish the job it started.
"I do not have much choice in the matter." She looked to Alrik momentarily and then back to Thaedrin's body. It was a gruesome sight that demanded attention.
"I do not have much choice in the matter." She looked to Alrik momentarily and then back to Thaedrin's body. It was a gruesome sight that demanded attention.
Diocles wheeled on Jarrik.
"Shut the hell up, recruit. He's not dead."
He gave the prospective warden a momentary glare before nodding to Alrik.
"Of course. After that, if I may.. We should head back to Weisshaupt. We need the Commander's judgement here."
He went to Sul, offering her his arm. He wasn't without pity or concern, but he was also quite upset with her. His face showed the strain clearly.
"Shut the hell up, recruit. He's not dead."
He gave the prospective warden a momentary glare before nodding to Alrik.
"Of course. After that, if I may.. We should head back to Weisshaupt. We need the Commander's judgement here."
He went to Sul, offering her his arm. He wasn't without pity or concern, but he was also quite upset with her. His face showed the strain clearly.
Sulahn'nehn gave a a confused look to Diocles, hesitating only once before taking hold of the arm. It was a strange position to be in and she could only imagine it getting worse once she'd been delivered to her room of confinement. She remained silent on the walk there, anxious that she would soon be question. Once the door was in sight she quietly said "I'm sorry."
Ulrin scowled at Alrik. Taking orders from the barbarian was not what he wanted. He wanted to stay bu Sulahn'nehn. However the female elf seemed willing to listen, so he did as well. He watched her take the archers arm and allow him to lead her away. Ulrin turned without another word to the two remaining humans and the walking corpse before heading up above deck to look out for more raiders.
"I should hope so."
He opened the door for Sul, escorting her in before beginning to pat her down. He took her staff, and any knives she had hidden on her person. He wasn't too respectful of her personal space, but hopefully their past intimacy helped keep her from feeling too uncomfortable about that.
He opened the door for Sul, escorting her in before beginning to pat her down. He took her staff, and any knives she had hidden on her person. He wasn't too respectful of her personal space, but hopefully their past intimacy helped keep her from feeling too uncomfortable about that.
She stood, complying with him to strip her of her weapons. Personal space was not her issue, it was of the space that had wedged itself between the two. It was also the general silence while he worked. He wasn't exactly a quiet man, but she did understand the situation. There may have been little exchange between the archer and the elf but her demon would not shut it's mouth which resulted in a bit of a one sided conversation.
They hold us in such a puny room. We can be free of this easily.
"I choose to be kept here."
Crush the tiny man who keeps us here.
"I will not."
They cannot defeat us.
"Will you please be quiet?" she glanced to Diocles, "...Sorry." Sulahn'nehn let a few seconds pass while she thought. The quiet prickling at her. "I very strongly disliked the man. Please do not misunderstand that and this may mean nothing to you, but I do not think I would not have done it. I thought about it. But to do so is something else entirely."
They hold us in such a puny room. We can be free of this easily.
"I choose to be kept here."
Crush the tiny man who keeps us here.
"I will not."
They cannot defeat us.
"Will you please be quiet?" she glanced to Diocles, "...Sorry." Sulahn'nehn let a few seconds pass while she thought. The quiet prickling at her. "I very strongly disliked the man. Please do not misunderstand that and this may mean nothing to you, but I do not think I would not have done it. I thought about it. But to do so is something else entirely."
Diocles began to work on clearing the room. His eyes were keen and he was attentive, using the task to avoid eye contact.
"Yeah, I.. I understand. He was a jerk. Is. He's a good warden, though. And he saved my life. And we.. We're.. Friends. Kind of."
"Yeah, I.. I understand. He was a jerk. Is. He's a good warden, though. And he saved my life. And we.. We're.. Friends. Kind of."
She sat herself down, watching him take the more 'dangerous' items a way. It all seemed a little pointless. She could still do damage without pointed edges or her staff. It must have just been the principle. If she were to open her mouth then, it would have been to repeat being a good Warden did not make him a good man. "I wasn't under the impression that he had friends."
Diocles smirked at that as he picked up someone's lost dinner knife from under the bunk.
"Not sure I'd use the plural. ... I'm sure you understand why I lashed out. I was in grief. I still haven't.. Adjusted, I guess. I hope we'll be okay. And I hope you can come to piece with-With what's left of Thaedrin."
"Not sure I'd use the plural. ... I'm sure you understand why I lashed out. I was in grief. I still haven't.. Adjusted, I guess. I hope we'll be okay. And I hope you can come to piece with-With what's left of Thaedrin."
She nodded slowly and pulled her knees to her chest. "I understand."
Sulahn'nehn chose not to touch on the Thaedrin issue, to her it seemed more of problem is what was left of the Constable came to peace with her. She didn't want to imagine what would happen if he or the spirit was set off. There was one more matter that she wanted addressed that happen just minutes before.
"...You called me 'lath' again."
Sulahn'nehn chose not to touch on the Thaedrin issue, to her it seemed more of problem is what was left of the Constable came to peace with her. She didn't want to imagine what would happen if he or the spirit was set off. There was one more matter that she wanted addressed that happen just minutes before.
"...You called me 'lath' again."
"..Yeah, I did."
Having finished searching the room and the elf, Diocles rose to his feet, ready to lock up and leave. He turned to her inquisitively. His pain was plain, but he was doing a fair job of staying calm.
"Anything else before I go, lath?"
Having finished searching the room and the elf, Diocles rose to his feet, ready to lock up and leave. He turned to her inquisitively. His pain was plain, but he was doing a fair job of staying calm.
"Anything else before I go, lath?"
It was good enough for her. Perhaps given time it could be patched. She could say a lot before he left, 'sorry', 'take care', 'forgive me'. Instead, she only shook her head and told him no.
Sulahn'nehn sat in silence and focused on keeping herself the dominant mind in her body.
Sulahn'nehn sat in silence and focused on keeping herself the dominant mind in her body.
Diocles nodded, but hesitated. He had no idea how difficult what came next would be for her. The archer stepped over to Sulahn'nehn wordlessly, bent down, and gave her a brief kiss on the forehead for luck. It would have to do. With his job finished he left, locked the door, and went to deliver the key to Alrik.
And then it was just Jarrik sitting there, what felt like alone, with Alrik and a dead man. Some of the wardens might not mind it, but it creeped him right out. He grabbed a bottle of wine as he got up, doing his best not to drunkenly stumble.
"I'm going above deck." As he edged pass, trying not to make eye contact with a moving corpse.
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"Drink?" Jarrik offered the open bottle to Ulrin a little shaken, either a little wary of the man that only just recently drew steel on all them or somewhat drunk, perhaps both.
"I'm going above deck." As he edged pass, trying not to make eye contact with a moving corpse.
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"Drink?" Jarrik offered the open bottle to Ulrin a little shaken, either a little wary of the man that only just recently drew steel on all them or somewhat drunk, perhaps both.
Ulrin eyed the bottle for a moment and then considered Jarrik. The Rivaini had done nothing to wrong him, not like the others. He reached out and took the bottle, almost snatching it in agrivation, and raised it to his lips to take a long drink. It tasted terrible to him, he closed his eyes and snorted, trying to force himself to swallow before handing the bottle back.
"I-I told you, you should have never of come." Ulrin leaned forward and looked out over the waters. "Theadrin was a monster before... Now he's a possessed corpse. Is this really what you want to put up with?"
"I-I told you, you should have never of come." Ulrin leaned forward and looked out over the waters. "Theadrin was a monster before... Now he's a possessed corpse. Is this really what you want to put up with?"
Seeing as he elf had calmed down, Jarrik set his back against the side of the ship, making himself more comfortable. He accepted the bottle back and took another long drink before responding.
"Aye, I talked as much on it with Ghil before..." He let the sentence linger off, punctuating it instead with another swig and offering it back to Ulrin. "I've got no death wish mind you, but I'd rather be puttin' glory to my name fightin' them than runnin'. Her and I came to eye on that. And not like the 'spawn are leavin' any where to retreat."
"Aye, I talked as much on it with Ghil before..." He let the sentence linger off, punctuating it instead with another swig and offering it back to Ulrin. "I've got no death wish mind you, but I'd rather be puttin' glory to my name fightin' them than runnin'. Her and I came to eye on that. And not like the 'spawn are leavin' any where to retreat."