Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen Options

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen woke up early in the morning in his hammock. Yawning and stretching, he jumped to his feet and glanced at his surroundings. In front of his 'bed' was the door that lead into halls, and to his right was a simple drawer.

He went to the latter, and scooped up a brown pants and a gray sleeveless tunic. He wore them on and slipped on his flip-flops, then went to the exit.

I wonder how many miles we are from Seyda Neen? Better ask the Captain on that one, I guess. And my gear, too. That smith should repair it like it was brand new, or I'm gonna use my flippy-floppies as brass knuckles!

As he passed and glanced at many rooms that held snoring prisoners, he failed to see an old, but muscled, man in his way.
They bumped on each other, and the force of it knocked Cyldreen down.

"I'm sorry good, sir, I wasn't paying attention." the Breton apologised, while at the same time hauling himself up.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Jul 30 2010, 06:48 PM

[DarkZerker]

OOC: Alright, you sweet talked a Dumner who probably was binge drinking at one point in his life
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Riden's POV

"Ugh...Where's Tess?" I groaned. I was losing blood fast and the high amounts of action caused the blood to spill even faster.

I felt myself being picked up and carried, while a familiar voice was yelling out orders.

The Breton, never thought he was going to be my saving grace...

Then I passed out from shock and blood loss.
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Tess' POV(Main POV for this post)

When the Dumner released me, I felt like a massive burden was lifted off my shoulders. Even so, I found myself hating all the other passengers. When the Breton was starting to bark out orders, I felt myself wanting to scream at him for all the trouble he caused.

Instead, I gave him a sharp glare as I gently picked up Riden and gave his unconscious body a weak smile.

After walking for what seemed like the path of death, I reached the armory. I laid down Riden on a small bed and gently kissed him, "Please get better." Then I found the potions the Breton was talking about.

I hated him very much but there wasn't much of a choice. Silently, I picked up a potion and gave him half like the Breton ordered. Then, the I found the wound. It was pretty deep and the blood just started to stop. I poured the potion on the wound and surprisingly, it started to stop bleeding immediately.

I started to pace around the armory, worried about Riden and how good this trip might be for the baby. Riden grunted and I ran over to his side.

He looked over to me and smiled, "Tess?" He asked.

I was ecstatic, "Riden! You're awake!" I squeaked.

He started to get up from the bed and winced in pain. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"It still hurts when I walk." He replied back. After giving him a goodbye kiss, I headed around the inside the boat to come back. I gave up and headed back to the armory.

I yelled in frustration.

Then I heard a clunk and saw Riden with some makeshift wooden crutches. "You know, some people are trying to sleep." he said to me teasingly.

"Well sorry Mr. Sleepy."

He smiled at the joke and limped over to a small bench near a large cupboard. I went over to his side and leaned on him, "So do you think we can finance a second baby?"

"Big time, we already went through the whole 'baby' process with Soren. We know what to expect." He said. I started thinking about Soren, our...child. He's sixteen now and was taken to a small cabin for assassin training.

Riden seemed agitated for some reason. He scooted over to the cupboards and opened it curiously. I put a gentle hand on his back, "Don't exert yourself dear." I said sweetly. He nodded before opening the cupboard. My mouth dropped at what I saw.

A rack of five guns was neatly arranged. I looked at Riden and he looked like he was a child in a playroom, "Oh yeah...haven't used guns in a while."

I heard clanking outside, "The fight's still going on..." I commented. Riden nodded and limped over to the door, "Listen, these guns are VERY rare. I'm taking one since between the two of us, I've used these things quite a bit during my assassinations on a couple diplomats."

"But...you're hurt."

He smiled reassuringly at me, "Don't worry about it Tess. I'll just stay back and fire some potshots with it. It's not the most accurate and I'm not the best shot but it's pretty darn strong."

I reluctantly nodded and threw him a pistol. "Take the rest with you Tess. The others will need them."

This post has been edited by DarkZerker: Jan 24 2011, 06:18 AM