Juhanor - Following Aravi

A few members of the group carried Nee-Wom off to the herbalist, to get his leg tended. He'll be alright. Probably didn't eat that much sugar... still, I should talk to that Suthay about it. Juhanor looked in the alleyway, only to see a flash of the woman's tail as she leaped up onto the closest rooftop. By Baan-Dar, is she trying to run away? Juhanor ran into the alleyway and jumped up the wall, reaching out an arm to pull himself up as he arrived at the top of the wall. Vaulting over the side of the rooftop, Juhanor chased after the Suthay, who had the advantage of distance on the Cathay-raht. She soon came to a halt; from where he stood, Juhanor could see that she was looking towards the herbalist's shop. The Suthay appeared to make up her mind on something, and started to head towards the building.

Probably going to apologize. Before the Suthay could get any further, Juhanor caught up to her and tapped her on the arm. "Hey, Aravi, right?" Juhanor said, "You gave the sugar to Nee-Wom, huh? I'll assume that was a mistake; you aren't a dealer, thats for sure. Just trying to help him, eh?" Juhanor was about to continue on when he noticed a sweetroll still clutched in his other hand. "Ah, right," Juhanor mumbled as he shoved the food into his mouth, devouring it whole, "next time just be more careful, alright? Sugar is powerful stuff for non-Khajiiti." Juhanor threw an arm about Aravi. "Lets go see if Nee-Wom has woken up, alright?"

Aravi: Heimthor, rooftops near Dar'Kharu's shop

Turning to see who it was, Aravi feigned a smile. "Yes...he was in pain. Injured leg, I think. I thought it might take his mind of things, help him relax. Everyone here needs to relax a little more I think." She replied, somewhat sheepishly. A giggle escaped her lips as she watched the larger Cathay-Raht stuff a sweetroll into his mouth like it was his last meal. "It seems we both have a sweet tooth, eh?"

The Cathay-Raht threw an arm around Aravi and pulled her towards Dar'Kharu's shop. "I hope he has, truly. What brings you into this fight, anyway?" ventured Aravi, she'd caused enough trouble this evening that she thought building bridges to be a good idea.

Mere steps from the shop, Aravi stopped and turned to her companion. "Before...what did the others say? About me, I mean." She hoped there wouldn't be too many lingering problems.

Juhanor - Outside the Herbalist's

Juhanor kept walking with the Suthay, but when she asked him about why he was fighting, a dark look passed across his face. "I was in Torval, enjoying a sweetroll... a group of Bosmer bumped into me, and-" Juhanor paused for a moment as he composed himself, "- my sweetroll fell into a puddle of mud. Those bastards just murdered him, right in front of my eyes." Somehow, Juhanor's face became even more dark. "I killed them, right there, in the middle of the street. A few weeks later, the war began, so I decided to head out and kill me some elven scum."

The two Khajiiti arrived just outside of the shop; before going inside, Aravi stopped and began to speak. "Before... what did the others say? About me, I mean." Juhanor looked at her for a second before responding. She obviously feels remorse for what she has done. And I don't think that she wanted to hurt him; she was really just trying to help. "I don't think they even knew what happened, so you should be in the clear. They were probably just angry that you weren't helping Nee-Wom get to the healer." Juhanor clapped his paw onto the relatively smaller Suthay. "I wouldn't worry about it. Lets go see Nee-Wom."

Kerris Vinchis:Heimthor, Tavern

He walked into the Tavern a few minute after the Breton who had reassured him earlier. But truth was, he was no friend to Nee-wom, but he was afraid of the possible reduction in the War-band's numbers. He saw Arnard talking to a Slender Khajiit at a table. Kerris strode to catch up with her and tipped her 5 septims. She thanked him but explained.

"Sir, I am sorry, you never know what intimacy may turn into, and I cannot afford another child,." She obviously took his gesture as a flirtatious one.

"Wait! WHAT?!" Kerris cried, then collected his thoughts and replied, "No I did not mean it like that, My mother was a Barmaid who had to raise children as well, I just thought that you could use the extra money."

But the Khajiits words had given him alot to think about, " you never know what intimacy may turn into," did that mean that he was the child of a lowly Alcoholic? His mother always told him that his father was a great man, who fought in many of the Cyrodiilic wars, but really he had been one of the drunks that Kerris had grown up around and despised? How could his mother lie like that to him? He was an Illegitimate, accidental child. Between a stupid, flirtatious drunkard, and his open, sixual mother. He didn't have the great pedigree he thought he had...

He walked to Arnard's table, and asked.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Nee-Wom, Heimthor, Elsweyr

Nee-Wom slowly opened his eyes, the few light on the room hurting them a bit. His head ached, and his leg was even worse. He strived to sit up, since the bed he had seemingly been lying in was making his back hurt, for it was mighty uncomfortable.

He looked around a bit, examining the place. There were inumerous shelves on the walls, filled with different kinds of plants and flasks which contained some weird looking anatomical parts. The room was illuminated by a single candle, standing in top of a wood counter, that spread a dim light all around. It was a sullen atmosphere allright.

How the... How the hell did I get here?, he thought to himself, finding it hard to remember what had happened. Slowly, the memories came back. Oh... the Khajiit lady... and the sugar... was it even sugar to begin with? I remember bumping into someone and... was there an Imperial guard involved?!

Nee blinked confused, and cocked his head to the side a little, since he seemed to recall someone saying the words he had grown used to hearing from the guards, from his times at the City. He couldn't really remember anything more.

He then spotted a Khajiit at the end of the room, mashing herbs furiously with a mortar and pestle. He wore but a grey robe and a pair of worn-out slippers. He realized then, that someone must have brought him to the herbalist's home.

"Hey, you there sssir...", he called, "Are you Dar'Kharu, the town'sss herbalissst?"

The Khajiit turned around, startled.

"Oh, already woken up?", he said, "This one is surprised... Argonians must be sturdier than this one thought. Lay down again please, I don't want all the effort I put in curing you wasted".

He prepared to head in the direction of Nee to change his bandages, but stopped along the way as he heard voices from the outside. Khajiits seemed to be approaching.

I wonder if they are the ones who brought me here... I certainly need some explanations...


[OOC] Sorry for the time I took, but Nee isn't really used to Moonsugar

Grob the Goblin Smasher, Heimthor

Grob called out to the bartender.

"Give me a drink of your strongest alcohol" said Grob.

The bartender came over with a bottle.

"Sorry sir, since we've had so many visitors tonight all I have left is a couple of bottles of Brandy and Wine" said the bartender.

"Typical, I'll take the Brandy" said Grob taking the bottle.

Weldarion

“well if that day comes, be sure to send me a letter so I can come by.” He answered to aiden. He has a dream that he wants to realize. I wish I could say the same.

"Anyways, I don't really have a specific town I was born in. We had a farm out in the wilderness. And I have no real reason to fight the Khajiit, I just wanna make my dad proud." Aiden then answered his second question.

“Your father should be proud of you no matter what.” He stated, thinking back on how his father treated him when he was younger. He has a hard man, but he was also righteous. That’s the reason I’m still alive today. I should really visit again someday.

"So, what about you, Weldarion? What's your story?" Raven asked after being silent for a while. I guess she’s tired. It is already late.

“in short, I grew up on a remote farm, away from major cities. My parents were never,… euhm.. really accepted. They were .. euhm .. a bit different from others. I left home two years ago in search for adventure and money. I travelled around some of the provinces doing every job I could find that paid good enough. He told them, thinking back about those days. “I later signed up with the fighters guild, but left when I decided I’d join the army. … And now I’m sitting here.”

Varon Athren, Valenwood

By Azura! Varon thought, when Meldor warned him about his treatment of the Khajiit. I know I was wrong, but I think they are overreacting a little bit. It was just meant to be fun…

Nevertheless, Varon intended to take Meldor’s warning seriously. After all, the last thing he needed was to get into a fight with a member of his own regiment. They were supposed to be working together, not breaking into quarrels of their own. The war was against Elseweyr, after all….

He looked down at his new meal – the fish Daenalin had given him – and it looked delicious. Before taking a bite, he glanced over at the tapir genitals with a grimace and glanced at Kraven. He wasn’t sure what to think of the man, other than that he was sure Kraven hated him. He didn’t understand what made the Imperial so disgusted with him – surely it wasn’t just what happened with the Khajiit. Kraven had borne him such hatred even before that, though Varon could never understand why. As far as he knew, he’d never met the man, and they knew each other only as fellow soldiers in the army. They had never even spoken up until that night, but it had been clear to Varon that Kraven was certainly not his biggest fan right from the start.

Right when he was about to take his second bite of the fish, Kraven happened to look up and saw Varon with the fish. He became furious, taking offence because Varon had discarded the tapir testacles that Kraven apparently thought was a peace offering. Varon sat there as Kraven chewed into him, and he was entirely shocked. When he heard Daenalin giggle from nearby and start heading back to the camp with Meldor, Varon felt his anger flare. They had mocked and embarrassed him!

Climbing to his feet, Varon glared at Kraven with fire in his red eyes. He stood with his fists out, saying, “Look here, you s’wit! What right have you to speak to me in such a manner? I’ve never done anything to you, and you’ve been hateful to me since the very first day we came into this army together! Now, we’re going to settle this once and for all! Right here, right now! Come here, you coward!”

With his fists swinging, Varon drunkenly stumbled forward, right toward the not-so-drunk Kraven.

OOC: Okay, Kraven, take him down!

Raven, Valenwood

Raven could tell that Weldarion was somewhat uncomfortable talking about his parents. It made her wonder, but she understood because it was much like her reluctance to speak about her own past. Though she was curious, she wasn't about to pry. She suspected by the look on his face, and the way he cast his gaze to the ground, that he felt a sense of shame for whatever it was that caused his parents to be outcasts...

She felt some sympathy for him, because she knew what it was like to be looked down upon among your own kind. Was not her own family shunned by most of the Bosmeri society because of their decision not to follow the Green Code and worship the deity Y'ffre? They had chosen to follow the Nine, and the goddess Mara was the one they paid homage to. It is for that reason her parents had given her the name Marawen, though she hadn't really used her given name since she ran away from home....

So, because she understood the discomfort Weldarion felt at their discussion, she decided to change the subject. "Can you believe how well we did in the battle today? It was quite the fight, to be sure. I saw you both during the fight. You're good. Valenwood will benefit from both of you - we are lucky to have you on our side. We need all the help we can get."

Kraven Desselius & Daenalin, Valenwood.

Kraven watched as the Varon jumped up to his feet to confront Kraven. First, he insulted Kraven with a swear followed by a threat. Kraven wasn't sure how skilled this man was with the blade or magic, but he knew he had the advantage simply because he was not under the influence of any alcohol. And clearly Varon was still imbibed after drinking back at the camp.

Daenalin planned on interfering with the rising trouble, but he didn't want to end up being verbally accused of aiding the perceived enemy. He understood that Kraven would not take a life nor grant an extreme brutal punishment out of mere hatred. His fury would be directed to proper contest, there was no way he would beat a sober individual over and over. He had that sense of self control. He looked at Meldor and shook his head in case the bosmer would interfere as well. Varon may have been hurting the commander for the amusemant of it, but he did not look like such a bad fellow. If Daenalin got to know him any better, he would be sure to find that there was more beneath the "jerk". He stood by and watched the scene happen before his very eyes. I hope Kraven does not kill the man, Daenalin thought, And I hope Varon does not plan revenge against us if he survives.

"Stand down pup, before your blood wets the forest floor." Kraven warned. But Varon approached with his right fist aiming at Kraven. The Imperial naturally prepared for a counter-attack. He stumbled forward, attempting to strike Kraven. But the Imperial, being experienced with Hand To Hand and the sword in his early years, held out his hand quickly to grab the incoming fist. And with his other hand, Kraven went into the offensive. His fist flew straight into the Dunmer's chest, pushing him away a few feet to better get space between them. Following right after, the Imperial attacked with a fearsome rhythm of strikes: left-right-left-right. Punches thrown to Varon's eyes and nose. After the three rapid punches hit the drunk Varon, the human warrior used the butt of his spear to unbalance the near unconscious Varon off of his feet. The Dunmer quickly fell upon the floor. As Kraven twirled the spear about to keep the man down, but Varon lay on the floor unconscious from the three strikes. He sighed and shook his head. He began to walk off toward the camping site, but stopped as he passed Meldor and Daenalin. He turned around, glancing back at the beaten Varon. Blood tickled down from his nose and his eye was an ever darker shade of black. He knew night was even more perilous in Valenwood than during the day. The dead tapir would attract wolves and other dangerous scavengers to the location and would also potentially lead to the discovery of Varon. He would be devoured by wild animals unless someone did something about it. Kraven thought about leaving him behind, the odds were not totally against him. But he didn't want his hands to be stained by the blood of someone who was in the same side as him. At least Varon is fighting for Valenwood, Kraven drifted into thought, he is not like the other Dark Elves.

The Imperial looked at Meldor and Daenalin and clenched his teeth, as if he was going to say something painful. "We must bring him back to the camp. If we leave him here in the wilderness, chances are that he will not wake up again in this life."

Daenalin nodded to Kraven and went to help carry Varon back at the camp. He was surprised at the quickness of Kraven's attacks. But he knew Varon would go down easily, he was very drunk. When he wakes up, he will surely feel a headache from both Kraven's blows and the mead. Tomorrow would hold a new day, maybe they would glimpse a new and refined Varon....or perhaps an angered vengeful one. Only time can tell.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long, but I needed to get my bearings! This RP is going WAAAAAAY too fast!

Jax, Heimthor

Jax let the others take the Argonian to the herbalist. By now, the sun had set and night had fallen over Heimthor. Jax was exhausted, and the smith's door was closed, so he really had no choice but to go back to the inn and get some sleep.

Jax didn't want to take the long way back to the inn, so he went through an alleyway in between a couple of buildings. The puddles drenched his boots in mud, and Jax's foot got stuck in a hole. As he was bending down to pull it out, he heard the sound of a rope stretching. "Don't...move," came a gravelly voice.

Jax sighed. The last thing he needed was trouble, but he never had a problem finding it. "Damn," he muttered. "Alright, all my Septims are still over at the smith's. Take it up with him if--"

"I don't want money," interrupted the stranger.

"Well, then, I'm sure I don't have anything you do wa--"

"Shut up, Jax."

Well, that's great. He knows my name, and I haven't even seen his face. That's real nice.

The stranger continued. "You're part of an Elsweyrian military company. Your commander was captured at Zelinin. You all stopped in this city to rest and restock. Your commander knew someone- a Breton in this city. He has some kind of weapon that could be used against the Bosmer. What is this man's name?"

Jax was totally taken aback. "What?"

"I said, what is his--"

"I know what you said. I don't know anything about this damn Breton."

"You're lying!"

Jax felt the man creeping up behind him, his bow pointed right at the Redguard's head. Great, Jax figured. Just damn great.

Meldor, Valenwood

Meldor sat and watched Varon stand up after being insulted by Kraven, challenging him to fight, whist wildly throwing punches. Meldor knew the fight would be over before Varon knew it, as Kraven clearly had the upper hand. He noticed Daenalin turn to his and shack his head, signally not to intrude onto the fight. Meldor hadn't planned on breaking it up, it's between them two, no right for me to break it up. Besides, grown men known when to stop. And in a flash, Kraven took Varon down with just a few punches. Once the fight was over, Meldor jumped to his feet and was going to help Kraven and Daenalin with the Dunmer, but decided it'd be best to douse the flames with some sand.

As he did so, the fumes of slightly cooked meat and the burning of tiny branches filled his nostrils. It reminded him of his home, his solitude home, out in the woods. His mind raced through all his previous memories of his family, his two younger sisters and his dad.

I wonder how they are now

He quickly changed his thoughts and put his mind to the current times.

No use in pondering the unknown

Looking at the meat that hadn't been at, he knew he couldn't take any for himself as it would go rotten out here, next to all the elements Valenwood has to throw at them. He figured some lucky creature would get to dine on it, sometime later in the night. He walked back over to Kraven and Daenalin and accompanied them back to camp.

"I'm surprised the Dunmer stuck up for himself. Good to see he isn't afraid to fight, but now we'll just need to make sure that anger stays with the Khajiits, not us." Meldor smiled at bit, as the three of them walked back into the camp.

"Thanks, I will do!" Aiden exclaimed to Weldarion. Aiden was excited that everyone liked his idea for the restaurant.

Soon after, Weldarion started talking about his past. Aiden could feel the air change when the subject was brought up. Something about how Weldarion spoke about it told him all he needed to know. This man had been through something similar to himself. This is when Aiden began to realize something: he wasn't the only one to have had a hard life.

Raven quickly changed the subject. She must have felt the same feeling. "Can you believe how well we did in the battle today? It was quite the fight, to be sure. I saw you both during the fight. You're good. Valenwood will benefit from both of you - we are lucky to have you on our side. We need all the help we can get."

"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness." Aiden replied with a smile, "I'm afraid I didn't see you during the fight. I'll definitely keep my eye out next time though."

He then turned to Weldarion, saying, "I did see you, however. You've got some skills there." he complimented.

Weldarion

He felt uncomfortable talking about his family and raven clearly noticed. She quickly changed subjects to the battle of today. "Can you believe how well we did in the battle today? It was quite the fight, to be sure. I saw you both during the fight. You're good. Valenwood will benefit from both of you - we are lucky to have you on our side. We need all the help we can get."

"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness." Aiden replied with a smile, "I'm afraid I didn't see you during the fight. I'll definitely keep my eye out next time though." He then turned to Weldarion, saying, "I did see you, however. You've got some skills there." he complimented.

“thank you for the kind words.” He said with a smile. “I’m sorry to say I didn’t see neither of you fight. To busy myself, though you wouldn’t both be here anymore if it wasn’t for your skills. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get some sleep.” The talk about his family made him really want to be alone for some time.

Not waiting on a response, he stood up and while turning around he grabbed the necklace he wore around his neck. The necklace his mother gave to him, made out of wood, resembling a mountain lion. He took it from underneath his shirt and looked at it while walking away. Making sure no one had noticed it, he placed it back again.

“good night both of you.”

Kraven Desselius & Daenalin, Valenwood.

Kraven held Varon's head and arms while Daenalin grabbed his feet. They headed back to camp after Meldor extinguished the flames. As he carried the Dunmer, Kraven began thinking if he had perhaps been harsh with his actions. He thought back to his earliest years when he still lived in a farm in Cyrodiil. His father angrily screaming upon him for playing with a field mouse. He remembered how he was smacked with the massive hand of his drunk father, a hand which split the fragile lips of a young eleven year old child. He also recalled how his mother jumped in between the aggressor and the victim. Claiming he was different. Then the father insulted her by her coddling him by allowing him play with the birds and animals day upon day. And the harsh words that followed. Kraven, you are no son of mine. Kraven held tightly onto Varon as they carried him back to the camp. He missed his father, that much was certain. He still regrets his decisions in the arena in Cyrodiil. He had no idea he would fight against his parent. And the last words his dad had spoken hung true in his ears and mind. His bloody smile still fresh in the Imperial's mind. Kraven....you are my son. He missed his father, despite everything that had accumulated over the years. But that is past now, Kraven thought, I will set mind to present affairs. He turned and listened to Meldor's comment at the Dunmer's bravery. He saw something in Varon that he couldn't explain. This man has been through some hardships. He recognized the same manner Varon walked as he did years ago.

"His ego is bruised deeper than the flesh," Kraven said deeply, mostly to himself. "Tomorrow, consciousness will make way through the thick skull of Varon."

Daenalin elbowed Meldorn as he did his closest friends. "If the khajiit doesn't kill him first, hehe. Never separate a khajiit from his mane. I am sure the commander will never forget it."

Kraven sighed deeply, as if frustrated by something. But he kept walking and said nothing more to Meldorn or Daenalin. They passed several trees and branches and finally, they saw the camp's light straight ahead. The laughter and the shouting dimmed down due to some of the drunks already slumbering. He also saw the same Dark elf from before speaking to the female wood elf. Kraven drew a small smile as he remembered the love of his life, which lives in the deeper parts of Valenwood. She is the reason he is fighring against the khajiit other than honor for the bosmeri tribes.

Daenalin laughed out loud, his obnoxious smirk could be seen a mile away as he held onto Varon's legs. "He still still speaks with the girl? Rather slow, this one is."

Kraven didn't betray any emotion as they carried Varon off to a secluded corner in the camp. There, the bosmer and the tall Imperial dropped the Dunmer inside a large tree bark where he would be safe until morning came. Kraven then wiped off sweat from his forehead from the heat of the jungle and brushed himself off. Daenalin placed his hands on his lips and then began hitting his hands against each other, clearing the dust and grime off. Kraven left Meldorn and Daenalin to go find water. He wasn't much for drinking any mind-altering liquids, especially at this time. He noticed a few stares from some of the other people in the camp as in regard to bringing in an unconscious and bruised Dunmer. But he announced nothing and minded his own business.

Daenalin clapped his hands loudly and sighed the breath from his lungs and then whispered to Meldorn. "Well, I am going to sleep. Wake me when the food is ready in the morning....or when ash-face over there finally gets to share a tree with the girl"

Meldor, Valenwood

As they were walking back to the camp, Daenalin joked about the Khajiit killing Varon first and Meldor let out a good laugh. It had been a while since he really had friends and laughed, not caring for the rest of the world. He knew soon enough though, that the laughing and horse play happening now would stop and the real threat will show itself. The war was far from over, and Meldor knew he was either going to die in this war, and help his people achieve total victory, in the the hopes of perhaps returning to his family.

Do I really want to return though? I've spent so much time in the wilds, I might just be better suited to stay here.

This night was sure the night for reminiscing the old, forgotten life he once held so dear. Upon walking into camp, Daenalin let out another joke about the poor Bosmer fellow who just didn't seem to know how to act around women, and Meldor chuckled once more, looking over to see the two still chatting about. Kraven went off on his own however, once they dropped Varon off to safety, and after having the glances of a few on lookers and so it was only him and Daenalin once more.

"Well, I am going to sleep. Wake me when the food is ready in the morning....or when our friend over there finally gets to share a tree with the girl." Daenalin whispered, and Meldor nodded at him.

It was soon time for everyone to go to bed, and thus, Meldor looked around a bit to find the camp mostly asleep, save for a few odd ends. He figured that since most of the camp had been drinking, they're senses weren't quite up to par, and thus, Meldor assumed the position of the night watch, knowing full well that if he were to fall asleep, these fools wouldn't hear the Khajiit make a run for it, if he could. It didn't mind Meldor, after all, living in the wilds for nearly your whole life teaches you to be weary of nights, and he knew his prowess with the bow would still be as sharp if he didn't sleep.

Man, reminds me of the time I spent a whole week awake, during that odd job with those crazy Imperials up in Cyrodiil. Ahh, good times. Too bad they all got themselves killed after I left. Meldor smiled, and walked over to a nearby tree and pulled out his quiver and started inspecting the arrows as his job was only just beginning.

Jo'Khart and Arnand, Inn, Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

The pair had already finished off their first bottle of wine when the same Imperial who had helped carry Nee-Wom walked in. They ignored him as he sat down, but mostly because as Arnand downed another glass of the cheap wine, he found himself forgetting the bad things about Khajiiti women and remembering the good.

When the man burst out suddenly, Arnand almost fell off his chair as he tried to turn around and Jo'Khart laughed his growl-like laugh at his intoxicated friend. His magickal enhancements to his blood flow and the wine in front of him ensured that he could likely drink another bottle before being as tipsy as his Breton friend.

Arnand poured himself a new glass as the man asked if he could sit down. The Breton nodded that it was alright but his eyes didn't leave the Khajiiti wench, as he watched her scrub a few dirty tables.

"Excuse my friend." Jo'Khart apologetically to the Imperial, giving Arnand a smack on the head which caused the man to yell in anger and swipe back. Even sober, the man would not have hit the agile Dagi and he fell forward. "We have not indulged since Skingrad, you see." he said, glancing at his friend who was now meandering over to the wench. "Have not indulged in several ways in fact."

Seeing his friend already making progress with the woman, he pushed the half bottle of wine towards the Imperial. "Please, partake. My friend will no longer need it this night I think." he explained, and sure enough, Arnand was walking up the stairs, pinching the buttocks of the Khajiiti woman all the way. "Wine and women, his only two weaknesses." remarked the Dagi with a sigh. "So, might I inquire who you are, warrior?"

Kerris Vinchis-Elsweyr group, Tavern
"Please excuse my friend" The very small Khajiit said, and smacked his comrade, which caused Kerris to raise his eyebrows in surprise, the small Khajiit continued, "We have not indulged since Skingrad, you see.", then the Breton stumbled over to the barmaid. The Khajiit continued, "Have not indulged in several ways, in fact."

Kerris knitted his eyebrows together, as the Breton made his way up the stairs with the Khajiit lady.

"Wine and women, his only two weaknesses." The Khajiit sighed and Kerri smiled and nodded, clearly amused. Then the small Khajiit asked, "So, might I inquire who you are, warrior?"

"I am Kerris Vinchis, an Imperial from Anvil." He replied then asked, "And who would you be? I must say, I have never seen anybody quite like you before, you are quite... Remarkable..." Kerris replied, deep in thought. Then continued, his eyes misting up, "Say, I hope that woman doesn't get pregnant, that is how I was born. That same situation..." He looked away from the Khajiit and bit his lip as a tear slid down his cheek.

He wiped it away and turned back around to face the Bretons interesting Companion, and said, "So back to you."

OOC: I lied. One more.

Jo'Khart, Inn, Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

Jo'Khart scoffed at the notion of the woman getting pregnant and almost said that he didn't really care, until he saw the man mist up in the eye and tell him of his own past. Jo'Khart stopped himself from saying anything that might be hurtful and instead just patted the man on the knee.

"Don't worry, my friends record is quite impressive actually. Fifty two known women with no pregnancies yet!" he declared, as though his friends record was a great deed to be sung by the bards some day.

Seeing the man was still feeling down, he pushed the wine towards him. "Drink, please, yes yes, drink." he said absently, downing his glass again. "Not the greatest stuff but it gets the job done."

He avoided the eye of the bartender, who seemed to be searching for his missing barmaid, as he turned back to Kerris, almost forgetting to introduce himself. "I, am Jo'Khart of... well I was never told exactly where I was born you see, but it was somewhere here in Elsweyr. And yes, I have learned that you won't find many of my kind," he said, patting himself on the head, "outside of the wild jungles. Pleased to meet you, Kerris of Anvil and I must say, I hope our days won't be limited together."

Kerris Vinchis; Elsweyr group, Heimthor Tavern
The small Khajiit told Kerris of a rather impressive 'record' of infertile women. However that did nothing to reassure him.

The Khajiit pushed a tankard of wine towards him, and insisting he take a drink, he drank and stated his gratitude with a nod of the head. The Khajiit preceded to introduce himself, 'Jo'Khart of Elsweyr, it seems,' he thought.

"Pleased to meet you, Kerris of Anvil and I must say, I hope our days won't be limited together." Jo'khart said, patting himself on the head. Kerris smiled and agreed.

"You too, and indeed, by Mara's mercy, may this war help bond a friendship." He turned as his attention was caught by the Bartender who was approaching with his meal, the bartender placed the plate in front of Kerris, and explained the wait.

"Sorry about the wait, I was looking for one of my Barmaids, she seems to have disappeared," he frowned when he noticed their missing companion, "Say, where did that Breton go off to? He ordered a room a while ago, but he never ate his dinner..." The Bartender looked at the stairs suspiciously, when Kerris answered.

"He, er, had to go..." he fumbled with he thoughts thinking of a reason, "he was supposed to pick up his armor at the blacksmith just now, er, that Nord..."

"Right." said the Bartender, not fully convinced, but unwilling to press the matter, he simply left abruptly.

"Well that didn't work, did it... Jo'Khart..." Kerris tested the name, and deciding that he liked it, and continued, "What time do you expect us to leave tomorrow? I still need to pick up some provisions, although it would be likely that most shops around this area would be shut by this hour, and those that aren't probably are not very good value, except here, if we require an early leaving, I could possibly get some dried food here as you did earlier."

Grob the Goblin Smasher, Heimthor
Grob finished his bottle of Brandy, he then thought that he was getting a bit lonely. He looked around when he spotted a Imperial with what looked like a cat. Grob got up and walked over to them.

"Its Kerris right, I'm Grob may I join you and... your pet?" said Grob looking at the Imperial.

I'm getting soft thought Grob while he waited for an answer.

Aravi: About to enter Dar'Kharu's shop with Juhanor, Heimthor

"So it's about sweetrolls?" smirked Aravi, "An odd reason to fight, certainly, but I'm glad we have you on our side." She could see in his eyes that he really felt strongly about this. Perhaps he has been touched by Sheogorath? Thinking, for once, Aravi decided not to voice this thought and carried on walking.

They stopped outside the shop while Aravi asked Juhanor if the others said anything about her. Reassuringly, he smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it. Lets go see Nee-Wom". Came the reply from the Cathay-Raht, gesturing towards the door.

Aravi took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Feelings of guilt welling up inside her. She looked around, taking in everything she saw. Strange roots on shelves, even weirder plants and, sure enough, at the back of the room was a hefty stash of moonsugar.

"NEE! You're okay!" Screamed an elated Aravi, rushing over to him. The urge to throw her arms around him was strong, but she restrained herself. "See that?" she said, looking at Juhanor, "You were right! Thank you!"
Turning back to Nee-Wom, a solemn look washed over Aravi's face. "I'm sorry Nee. I didn't mean for any of this to happen...I was just trying to have a good time, and I wanted to help you out.I hope you can forgive me."

She hadn't even noticed Dar'Kharu in his grey robes, standing right in the centre of the room. Neither did she notice that she nearly knocked him over in her rush to see Nee-Wom.

Nee-Wom, Dar'Kharu's shop, Heimthor, Elsweyr

Nee tried to figure out to whom belonged the voices he was hearing. They sounded familiar to him, and Nee at last recognized Aravi, the Khajiit woman that had mixed in up in all this mess. He stared at the door, waiting for it to open and wondering what he would say. He had mixed feelings about the Khajiit. They were getting along well, but she gave him that sugar... However, Nee always allowed himself to think the best of people... except Dunmers, that is, and give them a second chance.

I will need to ask her why she did it. She must have had some motive... who knows, maybe she didn't mean to harm. I need to thank whoever carried me here... Argh, I can't reca---

His thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open. Aravi stormed in and ran towards Nee, bumping into Dar'Kharu along the way and almost making in fall on the ground. She was followed by another Khajiit, a bigger, bulkier one, that Nee was sure he had not seen before.

"NEE! You're okay!", she screamed happily, apparently reliefed. She turned back to the other Khajiit, and shouted "See that? You were right! Thank you!"

Turning back to Nee-Wom, she began to apologize, as a sincerely sorry look spreaded across her face:

"I'm sorry Nee. I didn't mean for any of this to happen...I was just trying to have a good time, and I wanted to help you out."

"By the Hissst....."

Nee was at first surprised by all the concern she expressed. Maybe she didn't really meant to hurt him at all. He looked at her grimly, and grimaced severely, but then, one of his crooked, ugly smiles started to appear on his face, and he chuckled a little.

"I hope you can forgive me." She ended.

Ah, what the hell...

"It'ss allright... I'll just have to make sure I don't ever let you lend me sugar again", he laughed. More seriously though, he added "I seem to be getting better now. I think I can walk a bit... if not today, maybe tomorrow.... What wasss that, after all? What happened to me? I remember I had a good time at firsst, but then the pain came...

Hiss... just remembering about it gives me creeps...

He proceeded, after a small pause:

"How did I get here... Wass it you that brought me? And..."

He stopped, undecided on wether to ask her or not about the Imperial guard. He then spotted the other Khajiit, who was still at the entry of the shop, leaning on the doorway.

"I don't think I ever met your friend..." He stared, confused, for his face was strangely familiar, "Oh, are you from the band too?"


[OOC] Jo'Khart got called a pet... yet again. I fear for the destiny of Grob... :violin:

Raven, Valenwood

After Weldarion left them to go to sleep, Raven herself was starting to feel tired. She looked over at Aiden, wondering if he, too was getting tired. There was an awkward silence to follow, as both of them wondered what the other was thinking. Raven suspected Aiden was still hoping to spend the night with her – it was her experience that that’s what men usually wanted.

The thought was not entirely unappealing to Raven, who hadn’t lain with a man in years. But she never wanted to be that intimate with a man she didn’t know well enough, no matter how attractive he was. And ever since that dreadful night four years ago…she never wanted to be that irresponsible again. If she hadn’t given into her hot-blooded desires that night, she would have been there when those men broke in. She would have been there for Ruslan, so that he wouldn’t have been left to defend their home completely alone. Two people would have been able to handle those thieves…. Raven could never forgive herself what happened to that good man, who had been like a second father to her…

Fighting back the tears that threatened to betray her guilt, Raven swallowed hard and rose from her seat. Clearing her throat a bit uncomfortably, she said, “Thank you again for the meal. But I am also getting a bit tired myself, and who knows when the next battle will be? Perhaps we can talk some more tomorrow… Good night.”

With that, she turned and walked away, heading inside the fortress to find a bed.

Jo'Khart, Inn, Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

Jo'Khart was about to answer when a large Orc approached them, asking if he could sit down. Jo'Khart didn't respond to the pet comment, and he even nodded for the Orc to take the seat Arnand had occupied before leaving. To accentuate his point, he politely pulled the chair out for the Orc to sit on. As he did so, he reached within his mind to draw on his magicka and within a second he was back to his normal pose, a warm smile on his small face.

What the Orc didn't know, was that he had weakened the chair with his destruction magicks. To the naked it, it appeared sturdy but Jo'Khart was sure the immense weight of the Orc would break the chair that was now no stronger then a twig.

"I don't expect to early of a departure seeing as how we don't even have a plan for what we want to do next worked out." he said, returning his attention to Kerris, but watching the Orc from the corner of his sharp eyes.

He was nobody's pet.