...But One Remains
RP origonally created by Tabasco
Cohosted by Vrek Vileclaw and Evil_pigeon

If you wish to join, PM me and we'll work something out.


The Third Era is coming to a close, thought none yet know it. In a few short years, war will be waged from across planes, and the Empire will change forever. But that is a different tale for a different time. For now, the world experiences peace for the most part, comfortable under the rule of the Septim Line. Life is quiet for the common man, though, unbeknownst to most, a crisis is brewing that could change the lives each and every person alive.


In the land of Resdayn, Morrowind, the Promised Land of the Dunmer people, to where the prophet Veloth had led the Dark Elves, discontent is raising its head. Morrowind had been a difficult conquest for the Empire, and had been dragged in kicking and screaming, and even now, its people are not really accustomed to Imperial rule. The Dunmer are a xenophobic people obsessed with death, and almost every stranger - "outlander" - is a despised creature. Now there have been numerous reports of assassinations, clashes of criminal groups, a sudden increase in smuggling, and attacks of mysterious deformed monsters. The Dunmer are on the brink of secession, and if they united, the few legions garrisoned there could do little to stop them. Fortunately for the Empire, the Dunmer are split up in two groups: the settled people of the Great Houses, noble families that war with each other, and the nomadic Ashlanders, the true natives of the nation. However, the Emperor wishes to know what's going on, and thus sends a group of agents to Morrowind. However, the men and women he sends are not normal spies, but people somehow connected with a strange Dunmer superstition. They are captured, and shipped to Morrowind in a prison ship, with no explanation.


This is where our story begins...

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This is an adventure RP created by Tabasco loosely connected with the TES III: Morrowind storyline. You play as one of the convicts, ignorant to everything in Morrowind.

Rules:
-First and foremost, PM your character sheets to myself or Evil_pigeon and await approval before posting.
-No ubering, this is very important, escpecially in the beginning.
-No OOC in IC, no netspeak, try to make your posts easy for others to read (no huge blocks of text, proper punctuation, etc)
-Cursing is allowed, but keep things respectable. Remember, this is a family friendly forum.
-Anything I or Evil_pigeon says goes.
-Update your character sheet whenever something happens, such as getting a new item, more gold, wounds, etc.


-If you wish to join after that RP has begun, pm a GM and we'll sort it out.

I wont have an actual character within the RP, but I will control all major NPCs, including plot characters and merchants, and will control rewards, random loot, etc. You will have free reign with lesser NPCs, such as getting directions or advice from NPCs, but if you abuse this privilege, (Such as a guard 'dropping' his magic sword next to you) or you will lose it.

Character Sheet: (Feel free to deviate from it a bit, but keep the essentials, and the number of skills.)

(Remember, your character svcks at the beginning)

Name:
Race:
six:
Age:
Birthsign:

Skills: (pick four. Morrowind skills.)

General Appearance:
Height:
Weight:
Hair:
Skin color:
Eyes:
Build: (muscular? skinny? lean?)
Scars/tattoos:

Inventory: (Remember, you only start out with nothing but prisoner clothing.)

Personality & Traits:

Bio:

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"In the waning years of the
Third Era of Tamriel,
a group of prisoners born on a certain day
to uncertain parents were sent
under guard, without explanation, to Morrowind,
ignorant of the role they were
to play in that nation's history..."

Name: Kraling the Keg
Race: Nord
six: Male
Age: 32
Birthsign: The Lady

Skills: Long Blade, Light Armor, hand to hand, speechcraft (really intimidation)

General Appearance: Strung-out and thin at the moment
Height: 5'11
Weight: too little
Hair: dark blond
Skin color: tanned
Eyes: blue
Build: emaciated
Scars/tattoos: Blue Nordic facial tattoos

Inventory: Prisoner Clothing, 37 gold, mysterious package, Elone's directions to Balmora, Iron Saber, Iron Sparksword

Personality & Traits: Bold and brave, occasionally snide and humorous. Though not an alchoholic, even among Nords he can drink. Hence his nickname. He is, however, a very very angry drunk, in stark contrast to his somewhat dark friendliness when sober. Though not the best, brightest, or strongest of men, he is very far from the worst, stupidest, and weakest.

Bio: A totally unremarkable childhood as a merchant's boy. When his father died he went to sea, saw some of the world before semi-settling in Anvil. He lived many years running mostly legal wares between Cyrodiil and the Illiac Bay before he slugged a guard at a drunken party one night. They locked him up for that, as well as for several very illegal Dwemer items he was running from Hammerfell to a black market dealer in Cyrodiil. After letting him rot in prison for a very long time (he avoided the treason death penalty of trading Dwemer artifacts through charm and all of his remaining money) he was sent off with no exlplanations to Morrowind.

Name: Angorion
Gender: Male
Age: appears to be 19
Race: High Elf (Altmer)
Birthsign: The Apprentice

Appearance:
Height: 6"6 (1.95cm)
Weight: slim
Hair colour: gold/blonde
Skin colour: gold
General appearance: Angorion is a young altmer by their standards. His body build is stronger than the average high elf because of his practice of the sword but is still quite weak due to his Altmer heritage
his hair is the classic altmer gold in a windswept style. his skin is a deeper gold than most Altmer's. He has used magic to subtly change his appearance (for the better). His face has a stern characteristic.

Weapons: iron longsword

Inventory: Prisoner clothes, package to Caius Cusaides,

gold: 80


Skills: destruction, illusion, restoration, short blade

Bio: Angorion was born in The summerset Isle. After he was born, his parents decided to move to cyrodiil for a change of scenery. They settled down in Greyland, a house west of Leyawiin. sadly, they were killed shortly after arriving by a group of bandits who used the house for a stop-off on their travels.
His mother was washing him in the river at the time and when she saw the bandits entering the house, she put him in a basket and hid him in some reeds. luckily for Angorion, he was rescued by and imperial Battlemage who stumbled on him by chance. He was taken to the arcane university where he was adopted into the mages guild.
during his childhood, Angorion showed great potential in magic and was given his apprentice status at the age of fourteen. at this time he expressed his interest in swordsmanship. The battlemages that resided at the Arcane University offered to train him and it was obvious that he was a natural. By the age of sixteen, he had risen to the rank of conjurer.
Angorion was offered a lot of money to help skooma dealers smuggle skooma due to his great talent in illusion. He agreed to help.
After a while, the wizards who mentored him became aware of his increasing absences. One of them followed him while invisible and witnessed the skooma smuggling. He alerted the guards and Angorion was thrown into prison and was expelled from the mages guild.

Personality/traits: Angorion is a kind and lighthearted high elf. He loves studying magic and its mechanics and was devastated when he was kicked out of the mages guild. He has an unusual lust for gold but hasn't forgiven himself for allowing it to get in the way of his magical studies. Angorion vowed to try to never give in to his problem again. Apart from that, Angorion is a law-abiding person with a generally optimistic look on life.

OOC: So quick question, when this gets going is it going to start with some sort of dream sequence, like the game, or something else completely?

OOC: Everyone will start off in Seyda Neen, having gotten off the boats, filled out your paperwork, and been released.
We'll start as soon as we have a few more people sign up.

Name: Kalthar
Race: Nord
six: Male
Age: 30
Birthsign: The Warrior

Skills: Long Sword, Light Armor, Block, Acrobatics

General Appearance: Tall and Powerful.
Height: 5"10
Weight: 110ibs
Hair: Black, long down to his shoulders
Skin color: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Muscular
Scars/tattoos: One long scar down his right eye.

Items: Carried in a rucksack on his back
Clothing: Prisoner Clothing,
Weapon: Rusty Iron Longsword
Inventory: Package for Caius Cosades, Chitin Shortsword, Moon Sugar, Skooma
Gold:52 Septims


Personality & Traits: Very brave and couragouse, he would fight a dragon naked with just his fists. He isn't the most stupidist persoon but he isn't the most brainiest either. He likes to drink, a lot and when he is drunk he doesn't mind a good fight. He can be kind when he wants to, such as when the situation require it but he is like a lion when pushed too far. He doesn't like to play by the rules and instead prefers to live a carefree life with no constraints.

Bio: Born in Skyrim he was trained from youth how to fight. In his home village children were encouraged to fight each other and the most strongest few were sent to fight for the Legion. Kalthar was one of these children but instead of signing up he left, far away. He prefered a life we no rules or constraints and became a mercenary fighting for money, drink and woman. He was payed by a nobleman in Cyrodiil to kill a man who wouldn't sell his estate to him. Naturally he agreed but a bit unhappy that it wasn't something more 'fun' but he was being payed well. Once the man was dead the Legion was already waiting with his former employer, he was set up and betrayed. He didn't go down without a fight however and charged the man, lobbing his head off right there. Charged with two murders, assualt, breaking and entering and resisting arrest he was sent away for life. He was waiting in the Imperial Prison to be sent to BlackRose Prison in Argonia until he was strangely released without reason....

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Name: Laurenne Bielle
Race: Breton
six: Female
Age: 18
Birthsign: The Mage

Skills: Restoration, Blunt Weapons, Mysticism, Alchemy

General Appearance: http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp230/evil_pigeon/Mats_Art_3_-_Colour.jpg (failed at the prisoner clothing though)
Bears a striking similarity to a Nord and, could pass for one at a distance. However as the viewer gets closer it becomes more obvious that Laurenne is about half a foot too short.
Height:5"4
Weight: Light
Hair: Blond, looks a lighter shade than it really is due to Laurenne's pale skin
Skin color: Quite a pale white
Eyes: Blue
Build: Laurenne has a build which can only really be described as slim.

Inventory: Prisoner clothing, Package for Caius, 75 Septims, Tarhiel's Journal, scrolls of Icarian flight

Personality & Traits: Laurenne has always been one of those people who simply get classified as 'nice' there is very little about her on the surface that suggests she isn't just the same as everyone else. She hates to let people down and feels strongly about any cause people can persuade her of. However, because of this as well as her weak will and a naive belief in others, Laurenne is easily coerced into doing the wrong thing, though she dislikes hurting people directly she can be persuaded (by the right person) to get involved in almost anything. So her actions depend largely on the company she keeps, though by herself she will be law abiding by default. Laura is having trouble coming to terms with her status as an ex-convict, or even admitting her crime, which was aiding in a murder. She still refuses to see herself as anything other than a law abiding citizen, something that makes her look down slightly on the rest of the group.

Bio: Laurenne grew up in Bruma, in northern Cyrodil. She was the daughter of the local priest and attended the mages guild in the town. Throughout most of her childhood she fitted in well with the Nords of the town, there wasn't much to distinguish herself from them. However as puberty struck she was quickly out grown by her friends and became quite conscious of the way she ended up talking to the chests of most of her old friends. In some ways it helped that she became slightly alienated from them because it is within the last 3 of her 18 years that she has begun to show more of her academic potential and intelligence. Laurenne began to spend more of her time in the mage's guild, training hard to become a competant spellcaster. Unfortunately, as with all the problems in her life, Laurenne's imprisonment was caused by the influence of her friends as they began to experiment with Daedra worship. Laurenne went along with the idea for awhile, though it was she who eventually pointed the finger at her friends, after the second beggar went missing. Laurenne doesn't know anything of the fate of her friends though she was sentenced to transportation. To Morrowind, an ashy hellhole in the far east of Tamriel. She finds this a strange punishment because, usually people in her situation, those convicted of aiding in a murder, were given life imprisonment. Her current theory is that her punishment was reduced because she confessed

Alright, about time we started, huh? You can start out anywhere within Seyda Neen.

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Seyda Neen, Bitter Coast Region, Vvardenfell District, Province of Morrowind - Year 427 of the Third Era


The Gateway to Vvardenfell, Seyda Neen, was hit by a rainstorm just before a ship entered the harbor, and dropped several outlanders from it's deck. The rain passed as quickly as it came, a common occurrence to the long time residents of the town. Dawn is beginning to break outside, as the city comes to life. Fog blankets the land, hiding the alien landscape after about thirty feet.

Within the Census Office the newcomers to the land had their legal paperwork filled out, and given to the local captain, Sellus Gravius. He opened a cabinet, and pulled out several envelopes, and handed one to each person.

"You have been given these directions and a package of documents. Do not show them to anyone. Do not attempt to read the documents in the package. The package has been sealed, and your tampering will be discovered and punished.

Follow these directions.

Proceed to the town of Balmora in Vvardenfell District. Report to a man named Caius Cosades. He will be your superior and patron; you will follow his orders. His residence is not known, but ask at the cornerclub called "South Wall". People there will know where to find Caius Cosades. When you report to Caius Cosades, deliver the package of documents to him, and wait for further orders.

Remember. You owe your life and freedom to the Emperor. Serve him well, and you will be rewarded. Betray him, and you will suffer the fate of all traitors."

He open another drawer, revealing several small purses. "You all shall also receive a release fee to support you until you gain steady footing here." He handed a single pouch to everyone. Within were 80 coins in each bag."

They were all then released into the city, to make their way forward from there.

--- Remember to edit the package and gold into your inventories. You can now head towards Balmora, or choose to explore. Just remember that your weak and unarmed, so it may be unwise to do so right now.

Also, note that distances will be more correct, lore-wise, then in the game.

Laurenne staggered out into broad daylight outside the Customs and Excise offices feeling dazed, her treatment inside had been... efficient, she and several other prisoners were bundled through the entry process in quick succession. She blinked a few times mostly out of tiredness, the Legionaires had woken them at the crack of dawn to be dropped off here, which didn't sit well with her, especially after spending cooped up in the eternally hull of an Imperial prison ship. Speaking of prisons... Laurenne surveyed the town in which she'd been dropped off, she remembered somebody mentioning that the place was known as Seyda Neen, probably one of the guards. The twon felt strange, the buildings looked similar to those found in Cyrodil and Laurenne felt a brief pang of homesickness as she was reminded of Bruma and her friends and family, none of which she would see again. It didn't her as much as it used to, she'd had a long time aboard the ship to mull things over and had overcome her grief at being shipped away.

To take her mind off it she concentrated on the town once more, its resemblance to home stopped at the buildings, Laurenne could see strange plants growing all over the town, with some inspection she felt confident that she'd be able to indentify a few, though most of her alchemy training had been of Cyrodyllic flora and fauna. Still looking, she could see the drably dressed population of the town, most of them were dark elves... something else she would have to get used to after the predominantly human Cyrodil, she'd heard they had a different accent out here as well...
Remember. You owe your life and freedom to the Emperor. Serve him well, and you will be rewarded. Betray him, and you will suffer the fate of all traitors
The words surfaced briefly, reminding her of the Guard Captain whom she'd just met she didn't like the man. Though that was normal she'd found most of her captors intolerable. The packages they had been given by him were suspicious however and Laurenne was wary as to whether to deliver the thing or not...
Its probably just some stupid, elaborate way for them to check that I haven't run off. I'd put money on this Caius Cosades being our warden during our stay here...

Angorion stepped out into the rain and was drenched almost instantly. He was beginning to hate himself for becoming involved in the smuggling business. He has been in prison for over three long years and then was hustled onto a prison ship and taken to Morrowind. Angorion was not happy with himself or the Imperial legion for that matter.

He looked around and saw four other prisoners. He studied them carefully. there were two male nords, a male redguard and a female breton. they all had the same, anguished looks on their faces. Angorion approached the female and greeted her.
"hello. I guess you've been sent here from the imperial prison as well. My names Angorion."

OOC wow the weather changes with every post...

IC
Laurenne moved quickly as the rain started, sheltering herself beneath the arch formed by the walkway connecting the two government buildings on the waters edge, she huddled close to the wall, trying to avoid the rain as the downpour became torrential.

"Hello. I guess you've been sent here from the imperial prison as well. My names Angorion."

The altmer was drenched and Laurenne couldn't help but smile at his predicament as she waited, safe from the rain. The amusemant registered in her voice as she replied;
"Hey, Ang... you don't mind if I shorten it do you? I'm Laurenne..."
She was tempted to lie, both through shame at her sentence and a desire to restart her life and so she faultered over her words slightly as she tried to come up with something believable;
"Ummm... no I'm er, not a prisoner.... no, I'm a traveller."
Her voice became more confident as she warmed to the lie, it was believable she felt. Laurenne knew she'd been the first person to go through the registration process and hoped that nobody here had noticed her aboard ship... she certainly didn't recognise any of them:
"I've been going all around Tamriel over the past year, this is one of my last destinations..."

Seyda Neen

Kalthar stepped out through the door and was greeted by a great blast of sunlight and freedom. He yawned and stretched out his arms into the air, he was free at last, free do go and do whatever he pleased. Well sort of; he still had to deliver this damn package to some Imperial guy called Caius Cosades. He thought that before doing this he would need to get his bearings and by that he meant a good strong sword in his hand to feel at home again.

He looked around and noticed some other people dressed very similar to him. He recognised some of them from the prison ship although he didn't get to know them very well. Don't need to make any friends just now. Want to just get this burden of a package delivered and start mercing again, must be a lot of golds worth here he thought to himself as he confidently walked past them and headed to a busy tall looking building nearby which looked like a tavern of sorts Perhaps he would find out where he could get a weapon here and maybe some better clothes for his 80 septims. The place did look very sheap after all.

Kraling staggered out of the dingy building into a dingier town. He figured that, even though he had his orders, it'd be stupid to go and run off into a land he didn't know as soon as he got off the boat. He figured that 80 gold would probably be enough to get some food and perhaps a little bit of equipment for the journey, but that was a rough guess.

He decided that first he would try and get some directions then work out how he'd go about getting to Balmora. He saw a building that looked like a tradehouse and walked towards it.

Whistling a jaunty tune, Peregrine strolled out of the Census and Excise office, the last of the prisoners to complete his release. He had the package tucked under his left arm, and was tossing the purse of coins with his right, throwing it up and snatching it out of the air, paying little heed to the sudden downpour. He relished the sensation of the cool droplets exploding on his bare skin, and he shivered delightedly as the thin rags of his prison clothing began to become soaked through.

It was good to be free.

Although no stranger to the life of a prisoner, Peregrine, like all Redguards, loved a life under the open sky. Whether confined in a dungeon or the bowels of a prison ship, living without the warmth of the sun or the radiant beauty of the moon was something Peregrine had no interest in. He gave the small port town of Seyda Neen a quick once-over, though he cared little for how it looked aesthetically. One town was about the same as any other, as far as he was concerned. So long as he walked freely through it's streets, he could be in the darkest reaches of Oblivion, and he would still be happy.

Noticing his fellow prisoners gathering under the overpass between the two government buildings near the docks, he made his way over, if for no other reason than to have someone to share his joy with. He assumed that once they all reported to this Caius Cosades in Balmora, that they would go their separate ways. Thus, he had no illusions of striking up a lasting friendship with any of them... nor did he have much desire to. Friendships always ended the same way for Peregrine: With broken hearts and bad blood.

He arrived just as the petite young Breton woman attempted to explain herself to the Altmer. He chuckled to himself at her lie, but refrained from calling her out. It was obvious, what with her prison garb and identical inventory of documents and money purse. But he was in a fine mood, and did not wish to spoil it with a confrontation. Instead he clapped the Altmer on the back and winked at the Breton.

"Ahoy there, fellow Outlanders! What a glorious day! The sky a beautiful gray! The ground a sloppy, muddy mess! And the smell of rot and decay in the air! Simply wonderful, wouldn't you say?"

OOC: Try to avoid switching the weather around like that. And to avoid confusion among posts, if you all could use the setting format made famous by Lycan. (At the top of each post, have your character's name, then specific location, then city name, as seen below.)


Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

The door to the small inn and store creaked open as the two Nords stepped inside. The owner of the store, an Altmer named Arrille, immediately straightened to attention, abruptly cutting off a chat he was holding with one of the locals. A wide smile grew on his face as the two outlanders entered. "Ahh, welcome, come, look around. Tell me if see anything you like? Food? Potions? Maybe a spell or two?" He stopped for a second, appraising their similar dirty clothing. No doubt they were from the ship that docked early in the morning. They were obvious outlanders, so he added with a businessman's smile, "Or perhaps you could just use some friendly advice?"

A table sat in the corner, holding a few pieces of equipment, including a chitin bow, arrows made of iron, a few iron blades. Along with those a finely crafted silver staff leaned against the wall, and a slightly dulled shortsword made of silver was hung on the wall. Sitting on a bookshelf were a few bottles, along with some noticeably wider bottles, containing regional alcohol. Lining the rest of the shelves were books. Upstairs pvssyring from a group of about four people flowed down, along with the inviting smell of good food and liquor.

Arilles Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

Kalthar looked around the small room and at the cheerful Altmer. He had met this kind before, always friendly to you but deep inside all they want is your gold. Greedy beggars was all they were, but some were very rich as Kalthar knew. "Good day Altmer" he spoke to him as he leaned on the counter and looked at the man then at his wares. He knew never to tell an Altmer the contents of your gold for they will always base their price off of that. Instead he simply asked how much each item was without giving nothing away. He had no use for the silver staff which was obviously the most impressive item there, probably found off the body of an unlucky traveller found in the swamps. However Kalthar had no use for this weapon and the only thing which he would be most handy with would be those dull iron longswords. He sighed inside at his misfortune and decided to begin purchase.

Putting on his most intimidating stare, Kalthar looked at the man "Tell you what Altmer, 20 Septims for your best iron longsword. Deal or not?" he asked while continuing to look at him without blinking.

OOC Felt I should add... prices given based on the http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Morrowind:Base_Weapons prices

IC
@ Emperor Jim

"Tell you what Altmer, 20 Septims for your best iron longsword. Deal or not?"

Arrille raised an eyebrow at the offer from the Nord, the man was staring at him,
Trying to intimidate me... He doesn't look rich, he is likely desperate.
The Altmer gave a small grin, as if accepting a challenge which he was confident he could win. As he did so he met the big man's gaze and said slowly, enunciating every word as if to make very clear to the Nord that there was no chance that he would even dream of letting go of a blade for that price;
"Sirr, here at the tradehouse we pride ourselves on the high quality of our weaponry, unfortunately this comes at a price and I'm afraid I couldn't part with one of these fine blades for less than 40 septims"
He folded his arms, in good condition 40 Septims was a fair price for a longsword... though a weapon in good condition wasn't what Arrille was offering...

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Outside the Census and Excise office, Seyda Neen
Early Morning

"Ahoy there, fellow Outlanders! What a glorious day! The sky a beautiful gray! The ground a sloppy, muddy mess! And the smell of rot and decay in the air! Simply wonderful, wouldn't you say?"

Laurenne was glad for the interruption, hindsight often reveals obvious flaws in any decision and her lie was very weak. More because of this rather than a genuine desire to meet her fellow prisoners she smiled warmly at the redguard,
"You're right, what a fine day to be alive and off that ship! I can't wait to stretch my legs wading through those puddles. I'm Laurenne by the way, who might you be?"
Though she hadn't really been thinking when she'd replied to the Redguard, happy to seize any distraction. She now looked more closely at the man, noting the scar on the tall Redguard's bearded face,
Wow he's been in the wars, all of us here are prisoners, I wonder if he's going to be violent...
She thought with some consternation, it didn't do to trust criminals... for the moment the irony of her thoughts escaped her as she looked warily at the two drably dressed men, both of whom towered over her.

OOC: Sorry, was just kind of going with the flow on the weather. Hopefully it'll clear up soon.

IC:

Outside the Census and Excise office, Seyda Neen
Early Morning

"The name's Peregrine. A pleasure to meet you, Laurenne."

Peregrine nodded to the Altmer standing with them.

"And what do they call you, friend?"

Hardly waiting for an answer, Peregrine opened up the coin purse and peered inside, jingling the coins within and made a face. Closing it back up, he tucked it into the waistband of his pants and took the package in both hands. Holding it up, he tapped it several times.

"What generous guests we have here. They kick us out on our backsides with little more than a pittance, and expect us to make our way across foreign lands to deliver some package? What, they don't have delivery services in Morrowind? Real philanthropists, these Imperial-types."

He placed the package back under his arm and wiped a few droplets of water from his nose. He was already becoming impatient with the situation. It had been so long since he had just felt grass between his toes, or tasted anything but bread and water. He was ready to get this menial task over with and get on with his life.

"Well, what do you suppose we do now? I assume you two were both given the same task, of making a delivery to Caius Cosades in Balmora? I for one am ready to put all this behind me and move on."

Outside the Census and Excise office, Seyda Neen

"My name is Angorion," Angorion responded to Peregrine. He studied the Redguard's face as he was talking to himself and Laurenne. He had a scar running down his left cheek. His dark skin was weathered and his bright green eyes showed many years of experience. It was obvious that this man was accustomed to fighting.
I better not cross him, lest he attack me. No doubt he could kill me swiftly. Angorion thought to himself.

"I say that we head over to the nearest supplies shop, purchase some weapons or armor and ask for directions to Balmora." He said out loud to the Breton and the Redguard.

Angorion looked around and spotted a Bosmer searching for something on the ground. "hello, my name is Angorion. Would you be able to give us directions to the nearest place to buy supplies?"

The wood elf looked up and said "Arrielle's tradehouse is just north of here, on your left. did you happen to see a ring while you came through the office outlander? It was a family heirloom."

"no I didn't. Thankyou for the directions though" Angorion turned back to Laurenne and Peregrine. "So, do you want to head over to the Tradehouse?"

Outside the Census and Excise Offices, Seyda Neen
Early Morning

"So, do you want to head over to the Tradehouse?"

Laurenne stared up at the dark sky, the rain was still jts as torrential as it had been when it had come and water had started to seep down the slight slope into their shelter.
I might as well go, I'll have to move eventually and getting inside is much more appealing than waiting out here whilst mud slowly seeps into these cheap excuses for footwear...
Laurenne shivered, she was starting to get wet and that was making her cold. She hugged the package to her chest, sheltering it from the water before she said, loudly enough to be heard over the rain;
"Ok lets go! but hurry"
Not waiting for a reply, she sprinted out from under cover, taking the most direct route possible, as she slipped and slid on the mud, towards the large, two story building that she assumed was the tradehouse.

She was soaked by the time she reached the first door, which lead directly onto the waterlogged street. She tried the handle. The door was locked. Laurenne cursed as she hurried up the slippery steps at the side of the building, looking for an entrance. Finally she found the entrance, which had been hidden by the bulk of the building,
What a stupid place for a main entrance
she thought as she squelched in, pushing her sodden hair out of her eyes.

Arilles Tradehouse

Kalthar looked at the man and listened to what he said "You pride yourself on the quality of your weapons sir?" he laughed and walked over to the longsword and picked it up "Tell me the quality of this weapon and then we shall see what pride you have". He held the poorly conditioned blade up to the Altmers face so he could study it more clearly. The main blade itself was rusted, most likely from the humid conditions of the nearby swamps. The hilt was in no better condition and the bland design was even worse than before.

He knew his blades well as he was well accustumed to them but selling a rusted blade at base price was a heavy insult. "You see for yourself Altmer, by buying this blade off you for half price would be a godsend as no one else would surely buy such a thing" What the Nord was planning to do was to repair it in the next town at a proper blacksmiths. The cost would be worth it as he would be basically buying a brand new iron longsword at a much cheaper price. As he stared again at the man, he did not notice a newcomer enter the room, a Breton woman soaked by the heavy rainfall.

Arrile's Tradehouse

Kraling waited for the other Nord to finish bargaining. He was certainly enjoying the show, and was a little surprised at the man's keen eye for blade quality, as he would probably have seen only superficial damage not worth noting. He gave a friendly nod and a smile to a Breton woman that he recognized from the trip over as she entered, and looked over the merchandise. A lot of the stuff he didn't recognize, and didn't want to assume it was food unless he had good reason to.

"Excuse me, miss," he said to the woman. "My name's Kraling. We're in pretty much the same situation, so I figured I'd check. Is any of this food?" He said, pointing to the items on a nearby table.

Arrille's Tradehouse, Seyda Neen

Arrille glanced momentarily at the door when the newest person entered. This could be his best day for business since the quarantine was set! With his businessman's smile, he returned his gaze back to the Nord he was dealing with. He gently put a finger on the sword, and lowered it down to the table between them. "Good sir. I will tell you who would buy such a blade at such a price: you." He pointed a finger at the large man for emphasis. "For if you try to travel this harsh land unarmed, you may as well sign your own death warrant my friend." He took the blade and looked it over, then set it back down on the table before him. "Perhaps you are willing to make a better offer?"

Hearing a bit of the conversation between the second Nord and the Breton, Arrille looked past Kalthar's shoulder and spoke, his voiced raised to draw their attention, "If it's a fresh meal you want, go upstairs and ask Elone. If you want some rations for the road, I'll handle it when I've finished here."

OOC thanks Nerev

IC
"Excuse me, miss, my name's Kraling. We're in pretty much the same situation, so I figured I'd check. Is any of this food?"

Laurenne's shoulders sagged, she was cold, dripping wet, trapped on a godforsaken little island filled volcanic ash and now a big Nord was asking her stupid questions, She was about to round on the man and give him a toungue lashing because, why should she have any more idea than he did as to whether any of the odd looking substances lining the tables of the tradehouse were edible?

"If it's a fresh meal you want, go upstairs and ask Elone. If you want some rations for the road, I'll handle it when I've finished here."

The interrupting line form the shopkeeper pulled Laurenne up short and, realising that it wasn't the best idea to take out her frustration on the poor Nord who was, most likely suffering from culture shock. She bit back her annoyance to reply briefly to the Altmeri merchant with a reasonable facade of civility
"Thankyou sir"
Following that she turned to the Nord, this time unable to stop some of her frustration from making its way into her voice;
"I don't know if any of this is edible but hopefully what we'll be offered upstairs will be."
with that she turned to go upstairs, slipping slightly in the puddle that had formed whilst she'd been standing still. She regained some balance and called back to Kraling;
"Aren't you coming then?"
before she continued upstairs, more carefully this time.