The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[ShadowFolk]

She jolted awake, sore from falling asleep on the stone floor. There was every intention of crawling to her bed that night, but she never made it. A few of the pratice dummies were in disrepair, but most of the room remained as it should. What sleep she had was disturbing at best. The elf groaned, dragging her feet to head to the mess hall.

Arriving late, she saw her fellow new recruits but made no effort to greet them. Instead she sat slumped over the dish she filled with food. Was it too much to hope Wardens had a day of rest? She needed at least a two do clear her mind.

 

[FortyThree]

Early to bed, early to rise. Komnenos found himself awake in the middle of the night. His bed was a bit cold with companionship, but perhaps it was his own fault for not wearing any bedclothes. Still steaming mad, he knew he would get no rest. Eschewing his uniform and armor, Diocles threw on some civilian trousers and a ratty tunic. Perhaps he'd find Ghil and give her that fight she wanted. Better to check the mess hall before sneaking into the women's barracks.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin watched the female elf enter the mess hall and begrudgingly slump into her chair. He glanced up at Ghil and then back to the other frowning. "...You do not appear to be int he best of health, Sulahn'nehn... Perhaps, after you eat, you should return to your bunk and rest."

The rogue watched her, trying to determine what Thaedrin could have done to her to exhaust her so. No he could imagine quite a few things he could have done, but he was sure anything he thought was tame compared to the horror of having to be in the company of such a man all night.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil's brows knit together in an emotion approaching concern. She pushed her own bowl of porridge out of the way and leaned near to her to speak with a lowered voice. "Soola?" The barbarian woman glanced at the plate a moment before shoveling more meat onto it. "Eat now, you will feel better."

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles strode into the hall with an uncharacteristic frown, and he seemed somehow unsurprised to find the new recruits there. He walked closer to them, giving a small wave.

"You're all up late. Not accustomed to the nightmares yet?"

 

[ShadowFolk]

"As if these Wardens would let me have a peaceful rest." perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but bitterness still rang in her words. Suddenly there was more food on her plate, and then more, and more. She looked to the woman. Awfully nice of her. A reminder that all humans were not complete blighters. Just the one shining example of all that was rotten, Thaedrin.

Sulahn'nehn mumbled a thank you, slowly eating her meal. Maybe she could rest after breakfast.

She only gave Diocles a look. He had no idea about the nightmares she had.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin turned from her to Diocles. The human insisted upon befriending them, than he should at least be of some use to them. "Diocles, Sulahn'nehn is not well. Is there not someplace she can rest and be allowed to recover herself in peace?"

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil shifted to look at Diocles past Sul's shoulders.

"The blood mage took her away last night. She did not come to bed." She turned her attention back to the elf girl, expression softening, "I had wanted to teach you to polish my armor... This is not acceptable to happen again, you should have used the punches I taught you on his idiot face."

 

[FortyThree]

"..Mm. There are some fairly comfortable, and always empty, storerooms more than big enough for one to sleep. Smell of burlap and potatoes though. Only other option is to bivouac in the field."

At Ghil's words, his frown turned into a glare.

"Ughh. Thaedrin. That bloody son of a *****. I was unfortunate enough to spend the evening with him, I.. Actually. I probably riled him up some. ... I apologize if he took that out on you, Sul.. You should have heard him, though, he, he.. I mean.."

Growing increasingly irrational, he pointed accusingly at Sul, giving her no context for his next exclamation.

"We are just friends! Just.. Comrades, that's it."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin looked up questioningly at the human for his last outburst. He seemed to have suddenly shifted to a different conversation, however his idea of the store rooms did seem like a decent one. "Sulahn'nehn, please eat up. We will find you a store room to rest in before the commanding officers come around." The rouge nodded to her.

 

[ShadowFolk]

The quizzical look was shared. She did not know what he was on about friendship and camaraderie for. "Yes. Well, whatever you decided to say to him did not help his sour mood. This may be rude, but I'd like to say that if you find yourself wanting to press him, please think about exactly who will be punished for it."

She cut into the meat, mumbling about Thaedrin. "I am eating. Please stop telling me to do what I am already doing. Sorry. I am...cranky."

 

[FortyThree]

".. Yes, I understand."

Diocles took a slow breath, forcing himself calm again.

"I understand. In the future, I will ignore his barbs entirely. Or failing that, I will slit his throat."

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil snorted. It might not be a bad idea. "...What are we to do this day? Will there be more darkspawn, more repairs?"

 

[ShadowFolk]

Diocles would do the world a service if he were truly capable of doing such. She was being a bit of a hypocrite, taking things out on those who only showed concern. If and when she felt better, she'd do something about that. Once she'd finished eating she got up from the table. "I think I will go find a place to sleep. Excuse me."

 

[Rosen2012]

"Or perhaps official combat training?" Ulrin returned to eating his own food.

 

[FortyThree]

"I do not know, Ghil, it depends on how the investigation went."

Diocles gave Sul a guilty look.

"Of course. Do you need assistance?"

 

[ShadowFolk]

She cast her eyes downward. Diocles had always been nice to her and here she was being nasty towards him. Even if her mood was still sour, she could try to be civil. "Yes. If you have the time." She gestured for him to lead the way.

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles started the walk silently, but soon found himself singing one of the bawdy's bards songs under his breath. Coming to a locked door, he took only a brief glance to either side before picking the lock. It took him less than a minute, as if he'd had practice on that particular lock. Hearing the familiar click of success, he stood and gestured for her to step inside, a currently abandoned bedroom intended for visiting dignitaries and magisters.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Silence was about what she expected, so the singing was...interesting. She was unsure if that was his way of lightening the mood as per usual. She was also unsure if it qualified as singing. But the man at least had other talents to fall back on.

All Sulahn'nehn could think about now was curling up and remaining asleep for the rest of the day if she could get away with it. Everyone else could have their combat training if they wanted, hers had already been done. And not exactly willingly. She prepared herself for the smells Diocles mentioned, so the look on her face was no surprise. The room was an actual room and a nice on at that. She looked to the archer, confused.

"Did you take a wrong turn? Are you sure I am allowed to sleep here?"

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles chuckled.

"Of course you aren't, which is why you should get in quickly before someone walks by, and lock the door behind you. It's fine, I've used this bed a dozen times atleast."