Callum heard a loud thump come from behind. The prince jerked to look at the source, and very briefly he saw a very naked Theodore. He immediately felt the heat rush to his face and guessed it was likely just as red. Averting his yes quickly he stared at his own feet, not daring to move his gaze. "Uh, I.. ahm, I should've knocked," He cleared his throat awkwardly, "S..sorry." Callums voice was very weak and only grew quieter as he spoke, almost as if something suddenly lodged itself in his airway. If this could get anymore uncomfortable, Callum had no idea how. Of course the pirate insisted on showing him just that. His eyes stayed firmly glued to the floor as he listened to the pirate scuttle his way across the floor. Nothing but a sheet between his indecency and the world.
The prince had every intention of never moving his head from its position. Again however, the pirate he insisted he do just the opposite. He slowly moved his gaze, stopping briefly on the mans waist before going farther. His eyes stayed a little longer on his chest. Catching himself in his actions Callum snatched the book and shoved his face in it. The now beet-red of his cheeks grew even darker, if that were even possible. With a great deal of control he kept his eyes on the book, opening it slowly. His fingers caressed the pages, reading each line. Flipping to the end, he read the various sentences Theodore had written, "Impressive, only a few weeks and you've completed the book. I wish I had been that quick." Callum faced the man, intending to congratulate him. Very quickly he remembered the reason he looked away in the first place.
Callum dove to the floor, grasping the pile of discarded clothes in his hands. Without turning his head he throw them in the direction of the pirate with a great deal of force. "Clothes, please!" He cried out, much like a young woman being exposed to her first man might.
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Ha, they sure are. I'm just sitting here now imagining furry orc children. Harder than it sounds, probably sillier looker than you'd think.
I have to admit, didn't even know the Khajiit had different species. Now I've wikied them all, so I should be good. That's pretty dang cool honestly. Take as long as you need with your post!
Khajiit? Haha, that's just my guess from our convo. I think I'll manage, haha.
Callum had gladly given the man his name. "It's Callum, and nevermind all that 'Prince' stuff. It's not necessary." Although he knew, technically, it was. Anyone with a lower status was to call him Prince Callum, or in some cases just Prince. His lone name was reserved only for his family and other nobility. It was the custom of the Kingdoms of the Arch. For some reason though, formalities felt odd between him and the pirate--Theodore--He reminded himself. Infact he doubted it could get any less informal between the man and him. "Of course it did, that event became the stuff of story-books." Callum smiled at Theodores second-hand description of the King, "That all sounds about right. King Berians wife passed away a few years ago.His court claims she choked in her sleep, saliva or something equally disgusting. Though speculation has it that the King and his wife were bedding and he was too heavy for her to take," He remember when his father first mentioned the alternative to her 'official' death, the whole family had erupted in laughter. Callum thought it was hilarious to this day, but at the time he had barely understood what bedding meant. Just laughed to match his brothers, it had been a little while later that he figured it out. Callum and Theodore sat there chuckling at the princes little story, when a knock came to the door. "Forgive the intrusion m'Lord, but tis feed time for the prisoners," A frail, old voice rang through the small slot in the door. Callum waved a quick goodbye and left the man to his food.
The next four weeks had been tiresome for the boy. There was enormous surge of men being sentenced, which meant just as many extra reports. He felt like he was drowning in them some days. And, when he wasn't trapped under mountains of paper he was on a cart-ride to the Northern Province to visit the real Prince William. In less than a month they probably visited the couple more times than they did in the 6 years since he left home. It wasn't so terrible, except for the part when Callum was left to himself for most of the time. His mother was off with his 'sister' oohing and ahing over growing belly. While his father was taking William on several one-on-one hunts since he wouldn't be able to when the baby arrived. Resulting in Callum wandering around the courtyard, chatting with a few a guards here and there but nothing beyond that. He wasn't allowed in the market without an escort, so he was stuck within the walls. One of the side effects of being the youngest child was your parents insisted on forever treating you like a baby. He did manage to get out to the stalls once during the many trips. There were more doubloons which immediately snatched up, he had 10 now, he had no idea if that was worth anything to a real pirate though. He also bought a large stack of writing paper as well as a quill and inkwell.
Towards the end of the month the visit became less frequent. It was to be expected, winter was fast approaching and the horses had a difficult in Junia's typically deep snows. The incessant traveling had result in Callum a huge amount of catch-up work to do. He stayed up into the early hours of the morning each day trying to complete them. By the end of the week he was worn quite thin. On the last Saturday of the month Callum had woken in a particularly foul mood. Walking through the dining hall, he passed his parents as they ate their morning meals. "Callum. Why do you skip meals so often as of late? Come eat with us dear." The boy just shrugged and headed for the door on the otherside of the hall. Suddenly, his father stood up "Young man, abide your mother! That forsaken prison can wait!" The King roared, face red. Callum turned around with a scowl on his face, "And do what? Eat food I don't want? Listen to you two yap about 'the baby'? Unlike some people, I have work to do!" His faced stayed relatively quiet, but clearly was laced with anger.
Callum stormed out of the castle not even glancing towards his study and the pile of reports left undone. Without so much as nod or 'good morning' to any of the guards, he breezed through the courtyard to the dungeons. He practically ran up the stairs and threw open the pirates door. Not even a care if he woke him or walked in at inappropriate time, Callum slammed the door behind. "Ugh, the nerve of him. I don't care about Will! I don't care about his obnoxious wife! And I certainly don't care about their damned brat!" He slammed down onto the bench, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. "What if I don't want to gallavant back and forth to do nothing? What if I'd rather stay home while they left to visit? I'm damn-near 20 years old and they treat me like I'm still at my mothers breast!" Callum stopped and took a deep breath, counting to ten in an attempt to calm himself. "Sorry about that.. I just.. ugh," He let a long, baited sigh. The poor prince was clearly at his wits end.
The next four weeks had been tiresome for the boy. There was enormous surge of men being sentenced, which meant just as many extra reports. He felt like he was drowning in them some days. And, when he wasn't trapped under mountains of paper he was on a cart-ride to the Northern Province to visit the real Prince William. In less than a month they probably visited the couple more times than they did in the 6 years since he left home. It wasn't so terrible, except for the part when Callum was left to himself for most of the time. His mother was off with his 'sister' oohing and ahing over growing belly. While his father was taking William on several one-on-one hunts since he wouldn't be able to when the baby arrived. Resulting in Callum wandering around the courtyard, chatting with a few a guards here and there but nothing beyond that. He wasn't allowed in the market without an escort, so he was stuck within the walls. One of the side effects of being the youngest child was your parents insisted on forever treating you like a baby. He did manage to get out to the stalls once during the many trips. There were more doubloons which immediately snatched up, he had 10 now, he had no idea if that was worth anything to a real pirate though. He also bought a large stack of writing paper as well as a quill and inkwell.
Towards the end of the month the visit became less frequent. It was to be expected, winter was fast approaching and the horses had a difficult in Junia's typically deep snows. The incessant traveling had result in Callum a huge amount of catch-up work to do. He stayed up into the early hours of the morning each day trying to complete them. By the end of the week he was worn quite thin. On the last Saturday of the month Callum had woken in a particularly foul mood. Walking through the dining hall, he passed his parents as they ate their morning meals. "Callum. Why do you skip meals so often as of late? Come eat with us dear." The boy just shrugged and headed for the door on the otherside of the hall. Suddenly, his father stood up "Young man, abide your mother! That forsaken prison can wait!" The King roared, face red. Callum turned around with a scowl on his face, "And do what? Eat food I don't want? Listen to you two yap about 'the baby'? Unlike some people, I have work to do!" His faced stayed relatively quiet, but clearly was laced with anger.
Callum stormed out of the castle not even glancing towards his study and the pile of reports left undone. Without so much as nod or 'good morning' to any of the guards, he breezed through the courtyard to the dungeons. He practically ran up the stairs and threw open the pirates door. Not even a care if he woke him or walked in at inappropriate time, Callum slammed the door behind. "Ugh, the nerve of him. I don't care about Will! I don't care about his obnoxious wife! And I certainly don't care about their damned brat!" He slammed down onto the bench, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. "What if I don't want to gallavant back and forth to do nothing? What if I'd rather stay home while they left to visit? I'm damn-near 20 years old and they treat me like I'm still at my mothers breast!" Callum stopped and took a deep breath, counting to ten in an attempt to calm himself. "Sorry about that.. I just.. ugh," He let a long, baited sigh. The poor prince was clearly at his wits end.
Reece resisted the young girls assistance at first, but quickly gave in. He really didn't want to be near the others, they were being loud and some of them stank. It couldn't be helped much though. Safety in numbers or something, Reece thought. Although he doubted how much each of them contributed. Most were injured, incapable of moving. With the very minimal amounts of first aid and food available to them, they likely wouldn't last long. It was depressing really. As he sat on the blanket the girl left his side for a brief second, returning with a bottle of water. Cracking it open Reece took several long swigs. About half of it remained when he stopped and screw the cap back on. He held it out the girl who sat next to him, but was smarter enough to not invade is blanket. He was a professional man, plane crash or no plane crash, and had certain standards. Having some teenage girl sitting close enough that he could smell her day old perfume went against nearly all of them.
"I've been better," He answered her somewhat annoying question. The answer should of been beyond obvious, he doubted a single person came out of the wreckage feel any better than awful. "I've got a bit of a headache but it's manageable." He shifted slightly, getting into a more comfortable position. "My hips on the other hand hurt like hell," As if on cue the a breeze went through the area, blowing the remnants of Reece's suit. As the warm wind blew, a small piece of skin on Reeces waist could be seen. Although one might not immediately guess it was skin, seeing as it was several different shades of blue, purple and yellow. He quickly pulled his suit back down, hiding the disfigured flesh. "You must of been in coach," He glanced the girl up and down, "I mean, to come out with so little injury.." Reece stopped himself before he said anything too offensive. If he was going to get out of this place alive, he was going to need allies, "Names Reece. You?"
"I've been better," He answered her somewhat annoying question. The answer should of been beyond obvious, he doubted a single person came out of the wreckage feel any better than awful. "I've got a bit of a headache but it's manageable." He shifted slightly, getting into a more comfortable position. "My hips on the other hand hurt like hell," As if on cue the a breeze went through the area, blowing the remnants of Reece's suit. As the warm wind blew, a small piece of skin on Reeces waist could be seen. Although one might not immediately guess it was skin, seeing as it was several different shades of blue, purple and yellow. He quickly pulled his suit back down, hiding the disfigured flesh. "You must of been in coach," He glanced the girl up and down, "I mean, to come out with so little injury.." Reece stopped himself before he said anything too offensive. If he was going to get out of this place alive, he was going to need allies, "Names Reece. You?"
Callum clapped quietly had the mans display, clearly impressed. "Even the crown, eh?" Callum reached up pulling his own off his head, looking into the jewels. Using the edge of his slightly tattered sleeve he rubbed at the large red one in the center. He could almost see his reflection in it, "I guess if you can carry the weight, they're a fine thing to own." The tone of his voice lead way to believe he wasn't being literal. He stood up, getting into an almost-fighting position with an invisible rapier. One arm tucked behind his back the other completely outstretched. Then he started fencing with his imaginary opponent, "I'd love to experience such daring swordfights." He stopped and look at Theodore. "The most I can hope for is a melee tournament here and there, hardly the same." He sauntered around the room, occasionally swinging his arm as if still in battle. "I've heard about that battle, y'know. The Kingdom of Evan is where you were, made international news." Callum stopped and smiled at the pirate, "I never much cared for King Berian. He's cruel, fat and stupid. I think he deserved to have his crown stolen." The Prince finally stopped and sat next to the man on his bed, caring little of their proximity. "So, your names Theodore? MInd if I use it, or must I forever pretend you share my brothers name?"
It had been a long day of nothing in the camp. To be expected, really. They were just south-east of Solitude, as if those Stormcloak rebels could advance this far. General Tullius had said "You are most prized soldiers. If those rebels were to get through all our other camps, you'll be our last hope. Isn't that a great honour?" While near everyone would just nod and go with it, Rogdul knew better. The majority of them were here because they couldn't be trusted on the frontlines. For many of that majority, rightly so. However Rogdul was back here for different reasons. While he would be put to good use on a battlefield, his talents were with the forge. He made a large amount of armor and weapons for The Legion. And it was a lot easier to craft and send them out if he could do so without interruptions.
Most days, the other men of the camp stayed clear of him. Only coming with business-matters, which was fine by Rogdul. It would be a hot day in Skyrim when someone dared call him a people-person. He was running a blade along the grindstone sharpening it for one of the men. How he managed to degrade so fiercely was beyond him.
Suddenly a shadow loomed over him causing him to stop. Glancing up to see who interrupted his work he was greeted with the face of Legate Taurinus. Rogdul immediately stood up and saluted the man. "At ease, orc. Your strength has been requested at Castle Dour in Solitude immediately." Rogdul nodded, placing the sword he held onto a rack. By nightfall he was mounted on a horse, all packed and ready to go to the capital. With a kick and a "Hup." He was off.
He came riding up to the gates early the next morning with minor hiccups. A few wolves, skeevers and a bear or two was nothing of issue for him. Going through the gates he walked briskly to Castle Dour, nodding a morning to a few people along the way. Coming into the training grounds it was no surprise men were already awake and at practice. There was no time to waste in times like these. He was about to go inside when General Tullius and Legate Rikke came out to greet him. One of two things were happening, he was being sent on an extremely important mission or being discharged. He prayed to Malacath for the former. "Morning soldier," The General spoke in his usual sternness. Rogdul saluted briefly, "Forgive my rudeness General, what is this about?" General Tullius nodded to Rikke, indicating for her to tell. "As I'm sure you know, the Forsworn have returned to Skyrim." Rogdul nodded, anyone this side of Whiterun knew that. The Reach was nearly all but overrun. "Well with our efforts focused on those Stormcloack scum. They've come to the idea that they could take Solitude." She paused letting Rogdul soak in the information. "We will be sending a troop to patrol the Reach-Haafingar border. We have hired someone who has a better knowledge of the terrain and people. You will be taking command." Rogdul bowed, "A great honour, Rikke, General." After telling him to wait for his 'assistant' so-to-speak, the two went back inside. Not wanting to stand around doing nothing, Rogdul went over to the targets and caught up on his archery.
Most days, the other men of the camp stayed clear of him. Only coming with business-matters, which was fine by Rogdul. It would be a hot day in Skyrim when someone dared call him a people-person. He was running a blade along the grindstone sharpening it for one of the men. How he managed to degrade so fiercely was beyond him.
Suddenly a shadow loomed over him causing him to stop. Glancing up to see who interrupted his work he was greeted with the face of Legate Taurinus. Rogdul immediately stood up and saluted the man. "At ease, orc. Your strength has been requested at Castle Dour in Solitude immediately." Rogdul nodded, placing the sword he held onto a rack. By nightfall he was mounted on a horse, all packed and ready to go to the capital. With a kick and a "Hup." He was off.
He came riding up to the gates early the next morning with minor hiccups. A few wolves, skeevers and a bear or two was nothing of issue for him. Going through the gates he walked briskly to Castle Dour, nodding a morning to a few people along the way. Coming into the training grounds it was no surprise men were already awake and at practice. There was no time to waste in times like these. He was about to go inside when General Tullius and Legate Rikke came out to greet him. One of two things were happening, he was being sent on an extremely important mission or being discharged. He prayed to Malacath for the former. "Morning soldier," The General spoke in his usual sternness. Rogdul saluted briefly, "Forgive my rudeness General, what is this about?" General Tullius nodded to Rikke, indicating for her to tell. "As I'm sure you know, the Forsworn have returned to Skyrim." Rogdul nodded, anyone this side of Whiterun knew that. The Reach was nearly all but overrun. "Well with our efforts focused on those Stormcloack scum. They've come to the idea that they could take Solitude." She paused letting Rogdul soak in the information. "We will be sending a troop to patrol the Reach-Haafingar border. We have hired someone who has a better knowledge of the terrain and people. You will be taking command." Rogdul bowed, "A great honour, Rikke, General." After telling him to wait for his 'assistant' so-to-speak, the two went back inside. Not wanting to stand around doing nothing, Rogdul went over to the targets and caught up on his archery.
Why do they always make us start in OOC, maybe I don't want OOC. Did ever think of that? :<
^Thought I'd put this here, make things a tad easier^
^Thought I'd put this here, make things a tad easier^
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