Narkiorrou was shocked at the Dunmer's quick retreat, i expected at least a punch in the face yet the man before him was apologizing repeatedly and putting himself down. "Geez... don't take it to heart Flopsy i was just beefing you." He said in a most uncommon and possibly made up lingo. "And don't sweat it..." then he leant in and whispered "... but steal my limelight again and it'll be more than a nickname ye'll be getting" he then stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and backed off and went to walk into the fort again with everyone else, raising his hands behind his head and reclining as he walked and yawned.

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As everyone began to enter the lights within began to flicker and almost gestured to turn left even though the iron gate to the right was up and not blocking off the second stone door.


OOC: let the games begin hopefully you will get what i am doing but if not you will soon enough.


and although i wish for everyone to have fun let's try not to get too carried away with posting alot each day, i know we're at the beginning and there is likely to be alot of intro posts and introductions but as not everyone can check countless times every day like i can we should try to be fair to all.

also, if anyone wants to pull out (not that im suggesting it as i dont really want people to exit my RP) you are free to make your character turn back at any point within this dungeon and either never return or return at a later date. and dont worry this "dungeon" will not take forever, i want to use it as a test of your characters and your writing/thinking im cruel like that mwhahaha

The Khajit replied to Dandel suprisingly well, but the Dunmer found it odd as to why the Khajit was so obsessed about being the centre of attention. Aah well at least he's nice, Dandel thought to himself, letting out a faint smile. Even though he was nuts, the Khajit seemed to be the only one who was nice. However Dandel did just have an arrow up to a person's head, so it would be understandable if people were not being friendly and offering tea and buiscuits.

Suddenly, lights started to flicker quickly, it shot a small fright wave up Dandel's body causing him to jump slightly. The lights seemed to be motioning for the group to go left. He thought it may be a good idea to just go off left without waiting for the others, just incase there was food or something laying about, that he could have first pickings for. Although Dandel wouldn't do this for two main reasons; He thought that maybe if everyone were together they could try and make a good morale, but secretly Dandel was not a huge fan of dark, damp and creepy places. He would be much to frightend to go down there alone, pathetic as it sounds.

The Khajit started to walk further into the fort, Dandel decided he would tag along with him. He walked past the Dunmer who he had just had an argument with and looked at him as if saying sorry, even though truthfully he didn't fully mean it.

''Hey, wait there will 'ya?'' Dandel ran fowards to the Khajit. He felt that maybe he should try and get to know him a bit better, even if they weren't going to be best friends. ''Soo, whats your name?''

Narkiorrou stopped sharply when he was asked to wait, he didnt even care if he was standing in the way of anyone but he did turn back to meet the gaze of the dunmer now chasing for him.

"My name?" he asked "Hmm.... well what do you think it should be?" he asked with an almost too serious face and crossed arms. Looking at him the others probably thought that Narkiorrou's mind didnt fit within his body as the two were very different. Despite his unusual combination of Khajiit and Imperial features, his body was quite stocky and well built for someone that seemed to take life as a game, i doubt anyone could picture him when he's doing his morning excercises.

After a moment or two of torturing the dunmer with his challenge of trying to come up with a nickname, Narkiorrou grinned madly.

"Heh, well i guess you can call me Korro... wanna know why? i like the sound of it and its not bad seeing as i just thought it up right here" he continued to grin as he quite possibly befuddled the Dunmer and any listening.

"My friends, I don't know if I favor the situation," Acerbus stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. He began to turn left and moved towards the way the light was flickering. "Be on your ready."

The conflict closer to the back of the group was simply a Dunmer with a foul mouth and short fuse. He is going to get himself killed if he doesn't calm down. Nobody can be trusted at this point. He stopped immediately and turned to face the elf.

"With all due respect, friend, speaking without filtering your words isn't making this situation any better. I would suggest you keep to the back and keep your mouth closed or you may find yourself at the end of a blade."

EDIT: Sorry, Korroded, I didn't see your edit or I would have waited.

Tucharon watched the dunmer who had threatened to kill him practically break down, in contrast to his own calm that he maintained the time he was being threatened. As I thought, he was bluffing. Sometimes, calmly playing along can yield more than impulsive killing. And frankly, he didn't particularly like killing other sentients. Not to mention that he couldn't see what weapon the bandit was using, especially given that he couldn't exactly see much of what was going on behind or even beside him from beneath his helmet.

"I do not even know what the situation is, but I will not be caught off-guard again," he spoke to Acerbus. Tucharon cast a Detect Life spell and looked towards light to see if there was anything living- or undead- there.

It was early in the evening when the Blackcrab cargo ship arrived in Leyawiin at the southern docks, quickly the crew had moved out to unload most of their cargo for the traders of Leyawiin they supplied. barrels, chests, crates were all quickly unloaded with great care and out of sight from the City watch, Skooma from bravil, stolen goods from the Imperial city and many other goods from locations unknown even to the captain of the ship. it was actually not long ago since the captain had decided to move more lucrative goods down the Niben and up, like many he seized the opportunity when he saw it and for that his entire crew had to work carefully to avoid suspicion of the city guard.
In preparation for the next part of the voyage to Summerset Isles the men were quick to unload the goods while the captain and his first mate were dealing with other business.

At the end of the pier stood a lone lantern illuminating the docks furthest away from the city, under it the first mate of the Blackcrab and his captain dealt with the unusual cargo. Normally the captain would not take passenger, however with enough septims he was convinced to make an exception this time. Under the lantern the men were discussing the conclusion of this business arrangement and the related responsibilities, but when they arrived at the subject of payment something briefly illuminated the pier in a faint flash of green, and the passenger walked away, in his pocket the advanced payment as well as the final fee for the voyage. The Empire was rotten, corruption was spreading and crime was rising without a proper leadership. After leaving the docks and crossing the street Jack Vedeos noticed a bosmer jumping from a window into someone's backyard with a small bag, surprisingly it did not bother him. Jack had other business and doubted if anyone else but the victim cared about that theft these days. The thief was quick to disappeared in the shadows and Jack also continued his own way.

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"Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right?"
Blackwood was either swampland or wet forest and although a sometines beautiful landscape it often became a nightmare for travelers, sometimes getting stuck in the swaps near Topal Bay
"Left right, left, right, left? right"
However Jack was quick at crossing the woods the wet ground often ground sometines made him slip or trip over sudden rocks in the ground. With mud stuck to his boots, water seeped through his socks and the waterwalking scroll's effect fading Jack noticed himself sinking half an inch with each step even on the rocky ground still soaked with water. With each step Jack began to loath Blackwood more and more as the bugs, water and terrain kept slowly but steadily agitated him.
"Left, right... Right, C'mon let me out, Out!" the muddy pool made a disgusting sound before it released Jack's right foot and Jack continued again.

After hours of striding through the forest the sight of the structure lifted up Jack Vedeos' spirits again and he increased the pase again to reach the solidstructure of the stone fortress?

arriving at the fort where the rumours had led him Jack found his way down into the tunnels below the fort and heard people talking, he found a small group of people of all sorts and a bit confused he stood at the back of the group, observing the scene to find out what was going on exactly, his his shovel resting on his shoulder he looked much like a nord who had entered a new pub in bruma: unfamiliar, but always prepared to show he was not to be messed with.

OOC: well unless theres anyone in the process of posting as i type this, i reckon we shoudl put a hold on it progressing for today/tonight, as im about to go to bed. i dont say this so i dont miss anything, i say it because i need to be here when we go further into the fort to lay out what i have in store for you, but feel free to interact with each other, i doubt i'll be away long... just enough time for sleep then ill be straight back because i have no life g'night all and hope your all having fun

although i'll wait to read aula's post

Varar simply sat back quietly as everyone bickered. Azura, this group is worse then a room full of Hlaalu Noble's, thought the Dunmer. One of the Dunmer was an awfully hotheaded young s'wit. But it didn't matter to Varar, he was here to find the damned Khajiit. But Varar didn't know if the Khajiit in the group was the one they were out to find.

No matter, thought Varar, when the time comes I'll be ready to break some heads, I was an Ordinator after all, that was my job.


OOC: Short post, I know, but I have a hell of a migraine.

Gurn stayed in the shadows as the group began to take on a lively dynamic. The interactions people partook in when they were around each other had always been a mystery to him. All seemed to be going well for the group, well enough for Gurn to consider coming out of hiding and introducing himself to them, until an eccentric khajiit came out of the woods and started speaking nonsense. Frightened by this, Gurn decided to stay hidden until something else happened, these people might not be trustworthy. Things seemed to stagnate again until the fort's huge stone door suddenly opened with a loud noise; the light that followed stunned Gurn, who had never been accustomed to magic. Slowly, one by one the group started to file into the ruin until there was only an altmer remained outside. As Gurn started to leave his hiding place a dunmer walked up to the altmer and aimed a bow at his head. This action was followed by a lot of commotion, which eventually died down as the light began to take the focus once again. The group continued to funnel into the ruin until eventually only their shadows remained outside. Gurn was finally comfortable enough to leave the shadows and follow the group into the ruins, keeping a safe distance.

Edit: OOC: I agree with Korroded, this fast pace is a little too much for me, I just had to read nearly forty posts in one go, it's a little much in my book.

The Khajit once again started to act strange and abberant. Although it is fair enough if he acts different and unusual seeing as he is different. Being mixed raced must confuse the way someone is and take some sort of effect on their personality. But truthfully Dandel didn't know why, some people are just the way they are, it's natural. Just like Dandel is aggressive, niave and a confused young man.

"My name? Hmm.... well what do you think it should be?" The Khajit seemed to be testing Dandel, but the Dunmer was confused as to why. F*** sake can't they guy answer a simple question? he thought, perplexed and confused.
''Err well I wouldn't know...'' Dandel made a false laugh and chuckled at the end of his reply, but in honesty he was just frustrated that a straight answer was not possible from the crazy cat.

After a few seconds of cold and awkward silence, the Khajit gave off a large, and even manical, grin. Dandel was starting to get seriously fed up. Nonethless he was determined to keep it within himself, it looked like the Khajit may take offence if he was personally insulted.


"Heh, well I guess you can call me Korro... wanna know why? I like the sound of it and its not bad seeing as I just thought it up right here." The cat, after what would seem an age, finally responded. You like the sound of it aye? In the same way you love the sound of your own voice? Dandel thought sarcastically, chuckiling marginally in the process.
''Ah well Korro, interesting name I must say, you can call me Dandel, thats err my name...obviously. Not like it really matters but.....'' Half way through Dandel's sentance an old and odd looking Imperial interuppted him.

"With all due respect, friend, speaking without filtering your words isn't making this situation any better. I would suggest you keep to the back and keep your mouth closed or you may find yourself at the end of a blade." The Imperial said, Dandel was suprised at how politely he put his words.
''Well in case you haven't noticed I did apologize, and you think I'm some stupid pathetic thug who doesn't think right? Your partially right but like I said, you can't trust anyone in this world, well I can't. I may have been a little foward but got over it okay? Sh*t happens, it's over. No-one wants to give a f*** now.'' The Dunmer was going to get very agitated if people kept having a go at him, he knew he made a bad move but he also explained, but people didn't seem to care. But in a way he sort of understood, people like to take things out on each other when possible, it's natural.

As time moved on the fort seemed to be getting much colder, Dandel regretted not taking warmer and thicker clothes for the journey, in fact he did a lot of things that he regretted. His entire life for one thing. Looking back, Dandel started to notice that there wasn't a good move or action he took throughout his life. In fact his biggest mistake was stealing that dagger seventy two years ago. This started to make him feel emotional, he only had just arrived at the fort looking for hope but as always he makes a ridiculous and stupid move. This is followed by rantings and insults, something that no-one needs, especially himself. He actually felt acute tears starting to form, Dandel went out of his to make them unnoticed, he may of looked like a fool with his senseless rantings but didn't want to come across as a complete wimp.

Dandel was about to get up onto his feet, that was until he heard footsteps by the entrance, the Dunmer sharply turned his head in its direction and caught sight of a tall man with a shovel. At first glance he seemed normal so there was no bother in making a scene about it. Although it did confuse Dandel as to why he was carrying a shovel, it probably would deal damage if you were to pummel someone on the head with it but a sword would be more effective. It was best if the Dunmer just ignored the it, he didn't want his mind all worked up. It was then when the sound of a spell being cast was heard. It was the Altmer who Dandel had threatened earlier. He thought that maybe an apology was in order, just to attempt to clear things up even if he wasn't really bothered and didn't care greatly.

''Look I'm sorry about earlier, I just have a hard time trusting people, don't take it personally.'' Dandel wasn't used to saying sorry to people so it probably sounded completely fake, and to say to someone you just pointed an arrow at right on their head, well they're going to have a hard time not to take it personally.

The apology probably didn't mean anything to the Altmer, so Dandel just sat back down where he was a minute ago. His mind was confused, he was having an emotional moment for unexplainable reasons. He just sat, staring at the floor spitting out all the phlegm in his mouth.

OOC: I believe that this should be enough posts for now. At least until Korroded comes back and he continues on with the RP.

OOC: ^ Sorry dude. But my guy's been silent for like two pages. I'll squeeze in something short, k? Again sorry.


John smiled. Who says being a bandit is a bad thing? I for one would take it as a compliment.
he then pulled out a bottle of extremely expensive looking ale. He chugged most of it down like it was nothing.
He then turned to Dandel, ''Pfffbbbt!!! Apologizing??? Just when I started to like you!!'

(Edited for irrelevant dialog. Should have read the last posts more carefully... oops...)

OOC: Hang on Lord Veneficus, I've got to update my character! At the moment he's milling about outside.

Arnand Erelue

Arnand decided to take a different path throughout the ruins to the others. For one, they were squabbling to no end like a bunch of Imps. And two, Arnand had been to these ruins before - He had to traverse them in one of his Mages Guild reccomendations. He was sure that, as long as no cave-ins had been going on in his absence, he would get to the end of the ruins first - That was where he and seemingly everyone else assumed the mystery Khajiit would be awaiting them.

After a short walk, Arnand started hearing voices. Either the paths were beginning to merge again, or there were still marauders... but Arnand hoped this wasn't the case. At the end of the passageway there was a large gate, the sort that you need to use a lever to open. As the gate clattered open, Arnand saw the people nearby - A Dunmer walking with a Khajiit as well as an Altmer a little way behind him.

Arnand was still a way ahead of the trio but, nontheless, he decided to practice a bit of his Chronomancy. He managed to slow time just so a second was double it's length to Arnand. The Breton Mage hurried on forward as the trio behind him slow-motioned on, and ten seconds later the spell wore off and the group behind was much further back.

Arnand kept up a steady pace, drinking a small sip of his Strong Potion of Sorcery to conserve his Magicka. Chronomancy was powerful, for sure, but it left Arnand feeling very tired. The potion would replenish some Magicka, allowing him to magically restore his fatigue a notch.

Arnand put the Potion back into his satchel and walked on through the dark, ruined halls of Fort Blueblood.

As Arnand rushed on ahead from the rest of the group there was a strange growling that hummed about the first interior room, perhaps only those at the very front such asn Arnand would be able to hear but the origin of the sounds seemed to bounce of the walls in the room and it was unclear as to where an attack might come from if there was one, or whether it was just a trick of the mind. The room was quite dark other than a singular candelabra in the centre, leaving the walls of the large fort room entirely in shadows and unseen.


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A raised eyebrow appeared on Narkiorrou's face, slightly confused at Dandel, if there perhaps was an opposite to himself in the group it was likely Dandel. From the little he'd seen of him, he could switch his agression on and off at the drop of a hat but the only problem is when his agressions gone all that remains was self pity and sorrow. This may not have been true but this sure was how Korro saw it in his mind.

"Hmm.... Switch..... yes that'll work." he muttered as he mulled over a final nickname concept before smiling a little.

"Well, i'd best go see whats going on up ahead, dont wanna miss nothing" and with that he stuck his tongue out again and swerved past those ahead of him like a snake. It wasn't a maneuver to escape from Dandel, he was just impatient to find out what lay ahead, he only came out of curiousity so it was in his best interest to see things before anyone else. He began to approach Arnand from behind as he entered the next room.

As Dandel almost crumbled before her eyes, Elissandre felt in tinge of incredulity. I didn't know dunmers were prone to that sort of whipsawing moods. But unless I'm mistaken I know what's going on in him. He's probably used to be high on something, feeling all primed and ready to take on the whole world, but now that he' running dry, there's nothing left to sustain him once bluster fails... Her eyes drifted to scruffy, ale swilling imperial that had trailed along she held down a disgusted grimace A junkie, a drunkard, a pirate... I didn't expect knights in shiny armors, but these three don't bode well of what's to come. The khajit might be somewhat acquainted with Sheoggorath, but at least he's funny.

Seeing said khajit rushing ahead, Elissandre followed at some distance, watching her steps as she entered the room. Keeping her eyes away from the single lit candelabra in the middle, she moved on her right as soon as she had passed the door. Keeping herself in the shadows, with a wall to her back and a hand on her sword's pommel ? on the side where an attack was most likely to come.

Tucharon slowly followed behind the Breton, taking one last look around before his spell wore off. He considered casting it again, but given that his magicka could not regenerate naturally, he decided to save it, as vast as his reserves were. He paid particular attention to the walls and floor, as he did not want to be walking into a booby trap.

What could we be getting into? He hadn't seen anything with his spell, but didn't want to drop his guard. It was somewhat comforting to know that he was in a group with at least a few seemingly decent individuals, instead of all alone in this dark ruin. I hope I get some answers soon.

As more people began to enter the first room, the darkness began to fall back laying way to a beautiful orange glow, eminating from large welkynd-like stones that lay embedded within the stone walls. The new light allowed all to see the treasures within this room, all around this once simple looking room sat display cases full of gems and jewellery, weapon racks adorned with glass and ebony and shelving containing fine robes. Along side these there were also bookcases with one of the rarest collections on lore and magick, a cabinet containing potions of all varieties and strengths, a rack of the finest wines and alchoholic beverages from around Tamriel and lastly a few seemingly ancient yet useless bits and peices such as Dwemer cogs and tubes, Aylied statuettes and Daedric stones with emblazoned runes.

All around the room were sentances that seemed like quotes form a book written along the walls



"He who takes all is neither selfish in ones own cause nor doth he prepare for hard times ahead"

"He who reserves himself but one treasure is not polite as he may appear yet he values fairness among friends"

"He who obstains from taking what is not his merely values something above physical manifestation, that does not make him humble"


Whoever set this up did so as a test, but the meaning behind it could be a great many things, even the most anolitical mind may decifer what the test may mean but what the results mean would still only be known by the creator.

"Azura." said Varar in amazement at the display of the fine Ayleid-like room. The light of the welkynd stones reflected off every thing, truly it was a beautiful sight. As for the three questions, in his mind Varar could decipher them, after all he was the apprentice of a Telvanni Archmage, the greatest of all schemers and the like. Varar took off his helmet, exposing the Tribunal Hand and Ashlander tattoos that adorned his face.

The Dunmer looked at the others in the room, and then at the Khajiit, "What is this place?"

Acerbus turned to look at the group. "Do not touch anything until we can decipher the meaning behind these words," he pointed at the walls. "Take control of your greed." Acerbus did not notice before how large and diverse the group was. It had at least sixteen people, ranging from Altmer to Orcs. From what Acerbus could see, he was the only Imperial of the group and the only vampire. By Molag. He thought.

"Decifer? Meaning?!" Narkiorrou screeched "What ARE you on about, all i see is we've been layed out a range of freebies hehe... perhaps a taster" He chuckled with giddyness as he almost skipped about the room looking at all the marvels before him. He skipped about with joy as he chose his favorites from each selection in his head, withholding actually pocketing anything just yet.

Heinrich

Upon seeing what lay in the room, Heinrich was impressed. Heaps of expensive armors and weapons; stacks of tomes of great wisdom; artifacts he couldn't even imagine. To be honest, he didn't found the last two all that interesting - he couldn't read anyway, and the artifacts didn't look like anything safe to sell. He knew enough about the value of various armor and weapons, though, to realize that even a single item from this room could fetch him enough coin to buy a new farm and then more. If he managed to sell something from this room, he would be free from the title of outlaw; he could buy himself passage to High Rock and then have enough money left to buy a similar amount of land and still have enough left to outbribe any nobles that may have designs on his new land. In the yeoman's head already formed images of a house identical to his old, a field, farming tools and men, himself amongst them, working in the field...

Somthing seemed fishy about this, though. If whoever guided them here wanted to fix the Empire, the person could just sell the whole of this and do enough things to get rid of or fix the officials, at least fix them into acting how he or she wanted; why, then, did this Khajiit need to gather a group of people? The lure of treasure was great, but the voice of reason was strong as well. Shouldn't touch any of 'em items yet, 'least until the big heads figure out what those things on walls say. Hope 't says we can take this for ourselves. Frowning, Heinrich leaned against his staff, gripping it with both hands. Whoe'er wrote all of 'em things don't seem to be very smart, though. Didn't think that some of his 'recruits' couldn't read.

Can't say I'm sad I can't tell what's written, though. Hate 'em riddles to no end.

As the content of the room was revealed, Elissandre whistled in appreciation. "Wow, whoever organized our merry little jaunt isn't a penny-pincher. There's enough money spread around the room to buy at least a barony." As she started reading the inscriptions and heard the questions flowing she commented. "As far as the meaning of this is concerned, it seems pretty obvious ? as in plenty of stories, it's probably some sort of morality test. Probably some measure of a teaser too." Before concluding with a shrug "But when it comes to what would be 'right' for whoever set this, you guess is as good as mine."

Despite her casual attitude, Elissandre couldn't help but feel a surge of greed, for even a small fraction of those riches could get her out of the poverty-ridden life she had been forced into. But another corner of her mind kept reminding her this looked too good to be true. Which meant it probably was not true. I'm not expert enough to tell what in all this is genuine or not except the potions and some of the magic.

Tucharon was amazed at the treasure that lay in this crumbling fort. But what caught his attention particularly was the Dwemer artifacts. He was filled with the desire to tinker with the artifacts, to see what he can do with them. But the writings made it perfectly clear that this was a trap. What the writings said was a bit obscure, but he was convinced that nothing this good could be true. The spellsword couldn't see any traps, but that worried him further.

He was more worried, however, that the Khajiit would set off a trap, as Tucharon had no way of knowing if the traps only killed those who tried to take the treasure, if they killed everything in the area, or if there weren't any traps.

"Don't touch anything, Narkiorru! This is most likely a trap!"

ooc| Okay, so I've read all 73 posts and have finally regained access to a computer. Sorry for not posting earlier, the fan on my laptop died just before my trip, which means I can't use it without it overheating after maybe five minutes. It's getting fixed now and I'm back home, so I'll start up my post now! I'm going to post this ooc message now and then edit it to add my post. So please don't post a LOT of stuff!

IC| The rustling of the wind through the branches of the Blackwood was enough sound to cover that made by Alkhil, as he quietly approached the ruins of the Imperial Fort Blueblood. In it's hey-day, the Fort had been a marvel of the Imperial race and a monument to it's engineering skills, that seemed to be unsurpassed, even by the Ayleids. Well, in the opinion of Imperial's, anyway, who were much in favor of strong, purpose-built buildings, such as forts, castles, and the like, as opposed to the magickal, flowing buildings of the Ayleids and the Mer. However, this perception was slightly distorted to this Imperial, as Alkhil was of mixed-race in everything but blood. He was born Imperial, and had lived as one for nineteen years, until being captured by Bosmer, and virtually becoming one of them five years ago. But that was in the past. He had since developed an image of himself that seemed to be a mix of Bosmer and Imperial and carried himself and acted as such.

Swinging to another branch on a tree that was closer to the Fort, Alkhil caught sight of it and the clearing in front of the door where the meeting was supposed to be held. Even from here, he could tell he was late. The clearing was heavily disturbed, and the door was open. Finding purchase on the branch with his moccasined feet, he leapt far out into the air and landed with a roll onto the soft, marshy surface of the forest floor below him. Coming up in a crouching position, one of the numerous fine steel daggers placed upon his person seemed to magically have appeared in his hand. In truth, he had drawn it during his roll, a skill he had mastered during his time with his Mentor in the Valenwood. Using his superior sneakiness, he crept up to the door, having judged the clearing and estimated approximately six or seven, give or take one or two, people had responded to the call. Hearing the voices within, he knew he was in the right place and silently crept forward, keeping close to the wall and keeping his eyes peeled for traps, even though the group would have either set most of them off, or have gone around them by now.

Finally turning the corner and heading to his left, having followed the noises of people moving, he appeared in the well-lit room of treasures and quickly read the messages on the walls. Rechecking his illusion enchantment to cover his eyes and making sure the dark red cowl was up, Alkhil hid the dagger within the sleeve of his matching robe, and stood to his full height, which was still shorter than most. "It suggests to me that we each take maybe two, no more than three, items that we think could help us achieve what needs to be achieved." Okay, so if they drew weapons on him, as some no doubt would at the sudden appearence, he would simply cast a strong chameleon spell and move farther into the ruins, which would trick most, if not all of them, and give him time to reformulate a plan. Getting the words on his lips, he was ready to cast it as he waited for their response.

Sitting by himself in the cold, damp conditions of the fort was not going to cure Dandel of being absolouty freezing. He was shaking and shivering. Everybody else seemed to be moving fowards into the next room. May as well follow 'em, Dandel thought, starting to think the whole story of the Khajit could be just one big hoax and lie. There were no candles or lighting and certainly didn't look fit for a home, no-one would want to live here. Nonetheless Dandel wasn't going to give up all hope now and leave, he had to persevere with the situation, something he didn't often do. He had just hiked across a enormous, dirty and marshy forest, going back was not his plan.

Dandel kept behind Korro, the two Breton and the Altmer. As the Dunmer stepped into the large room, the darkness started to vanish away, being replaced by a vibrant yet beautiful orange light. The room was large, beautifully decorated, blue stones shined and made light and to top it all off, there was all sorts of treasures everywhere in sight. Dandel didn't bother looking for traps, the four infront of him were doing a perfectly good job of surveying the area. The Dunmer's spirits were lifted slightly and he took back what he thought about the trip being a waste, even if there was no Khajit to be found, a whole lot of food and drink was and in Dandel's opinion that was almost as good. ''Woow, just f***ing wow.'' Dandel muttered to himself, standing gobsmacked at the room. He didn't know anything about the Aylieds or their decor designs, but this room was truely special and even magical, a first time expierience for Dandel.

"Do not touch anything until we can decipher the meaning behind these words, take control of your greed." The old Imperial addressed to everyone in the group. Dandel didn't even notice the words on the wall, he started to read them but just seened like a load of nonsense to him. He understood that there could be traps but that was not going to stop him from taking any food and drink he possibly could.
''My friend, you can f*** that idea, there is booze here and I want it. I 'aven't had good drink since well...ever actually so I ain't gonna leave it here to age.'' Dandel scooped up two bottles of fine wine, both had nice decorated labels and just looked amazing. He turned back to the Imperial and smiled. ''See no traps went off, now to drown my sorrows away.'' Although Dandel did obey the Imperial by not touching the really expensive items, they probably would set off traps, besides Dandel likely couldn't handle all those elegant and high class weapons anyway. Even though Dandel spoke and acted if he was happy at the moment, he was still marginally upset, he just tried to hide it by drinking his problems away. But he still was probably in the happiest mood he had been in a very long time, which was odd seeing as just a minute ago he was completely broken down. He had a strange tendancy to switch moods, from happy to aggressive in seconds, which was proven just a few minutes ago.

''Damn I need that f***ing skooma.'' Dandel murmered. ''Hey Korro!! You see any skooma you bring that over here okay?'' The shout echod very loudly across the room, a little louder then Dandel actually wanted to speak. It was then that as Dandel was about to sit down on a magnificant throne, he knocked a large golden item, a Dwemer cog, onto the stone, granite floor. It caused a thunderous and clamorous noise, as if an earthquake was occuring in the room. But nothing happened after this event. ''F***, whoops sorry boys and girls.'' Dandel said to everyone in the room, as he took a swig from the bottle.

Dandel was starting to get bored sitting by himself, he wanted some company.

''Korro! If you want any of this stuff just perk your ass right here, theres enough to go between us!'' Dandel couldn't help the tone of his voice, it just seemed to happen naturally. He waited patiently on his throne, feeling like royalty, he didn't really expect an answer from Korro, but the drink would subsitute. The Dunmer sat, chugging down his drink.