Main RP Recap - 6th Sun's Dawn
We returned to the Ashen Eye camp to find it in chaos. It was amazing. This giant stone gargoyle was just stomping around, tearing people in half, just being an all-around monster. My first thought was, how were we supposed to beat this thing? It’s made of stone; arrows just bounce off of it, and I wasn’t about to dull my blade trying to chip away at it. My second thought was of how badly something like that could wreck me. That got me excited.
Then, I got an idea.
I ran out into the middle of the frozen lake and tried to get the thing’s attention. It didn’t work, and considering how much I like being the center of attention, that damaged my pride. Shining armor Tiberius had better luck when he missed it entirely with a bolt. The pretty ones get all the attention.
The others hadn’t caught on to my plan. Thirrin tried to burn it and Neretheim exploded a severed head against its back. I appreciate their moxy, but we weren’t going to get anywhere that way. I yelled my plan to Thirrin, hoping that tall, dark, and stony didn’t understand Tamrielic. I then made more noise and, well, I at least got him to look in my direction.
While Tiberius scampered away, Thirrin threw herself at the beast and toppled it onto the ice. I tried to keep its attention while the others worked on breaking the ice beneath it. Once it started to crack, however, it was time to get out of there. The whole lake was coming apart. Being light on my feet, I managed. Being a coward, Tiberius was able to get back. Thirrin got a wet foot, but that was the extent of it.
Despite the massiveness of the thing, we got off pretty light. We might not have killed it, unless gargoyles can drown, but I know for a fact that it can’t swim.
We spoke to the Ashen Eye chief and cinched the deal. He’d be relocating his camp to our safehouse, joining our ever growing collection of decimated clans.
The group then returned home for a well-deserved rest. Before turning in, however, Tiberius actually took the time to thank me. In private. But not how you’re thinking. Apparently he had concluded that I had distracted the gargoyle to prevent it from attacking him. That’s funny. I wasn’t about to tell him that I did it in hopes that I’d get myself ripped in half, so I just told him not to worry about it. In retrospect, I should have teased him by insisting we now had some sort of blood debt.
Probably would have been a good idea, because not a moment later he was suggesting I should kill myself. Oh, that Imperial.
Neretheim suddenly became paranoid, suggesting we sleep in pairs. “Not in the same bed,” he told us. Sure, doc, but I think you mean, “Not in the same bed, at first.” In any case, no one was willing to take the poor guy up on his offer. Honestly, I would have, because I care for the little guy, but someone else had already invited me into their bed, and, well, I’m not made of stone.