Kerris Vinchis; Elsweyr group, Heimthor

Kerris allowed a loud groan of satisfaction as he lowered himself onto the soft Khajiiti bed, the battle had been hard on him, and his leather Morag Tong armor. He made a mental note to show it to the smithy once the commotion there died down. He had replaced his armor with some linen pants and a dirty overall shirt. he had his loafers by the door, but didn't bother to put them on. He didn't need them as of yet.

He drifted off, it must've been at least half an hour that he slept, when he woke, he stood and he peered intently out the second story window, hoping to get a glance of the smithy and see if the rest company were still waiting there, but he couldn't see it. He slipped on his loafers, grabbed his claymore and armor, and left the Inn.

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He arrived at the Smithy to see the Nord standing there, tending to his customers armour.

Kerris rapped his fingers on the bench and cleared his throat loudly to get the attention of the Nord.

With the Nord's attention, he spoke "I wish for a repair of my items"

He placed them on the stone bench where the Nord worked and gave him what seemed like sufficient funds. Kerris noted Orcish Plate Armour near the forge. Presumably Grob Goblin-Smasher's, he was aware of the Orc's affinity to plate metal.

Kerris impatiently waited for the Nord to reply and eyed the door of the smithy, as he was eager to get to the Tavern to be with his comrades.

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*EDIT fixed grammar, spelling and added and removed some things
*EDIT2 at Ni!'s advice, changed the Nord's dialogue to fit with Arathorns character

OOC: Sorry I took so long to post, Elsweyrians. This started at a rather awkward time for me, and coincided with a college deadline. Sadly college work had to take priority. But now we're in business.

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Aravi: Heimthor, Elsweyr group

Aravi split from the others as soon as they stepped through the settlement boundaries. Most of the group headed towards the tavern, or towards the smith, but Aravi dealt with her sorrows differently to them.

The battle had been fierce, the Bosmer fighting well. Aravi knew not how many Bosmer she had killed, it seemed like hundreds, but it was probably far, far less, she admitted to herself. Now, with no armour to repair, and no desire to be around people just yet, she slinked off towards a secluded corner.

Who knows what the group of adolescent male Cathay-Raht thought when Aravi sat less than twenty metres from them. If they thought anything of her fur matted with blood, or the undeniable stench of death that surrounded her, they said nothing.
A bit of sugar to pass the time...then I'll go clean up. Thought Aravi, reaching into the pouch dangling off her belt.

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"Some water, barkeep" said Aravi, receiving her pitcher and taking a seat at a table towards the back of the room. Coming down from the buzz of her earlier fix, she preferred to lose herself in her own thoughts than socialise. A few members of her group came into the tavern, she nodded her greeting at those who caught her eye, and contented herself that she had some alone time. Never before had she had such a setback while fighting. Such a crushing defeat, whilst fighting for her homeland. But she wouldn't stop, she told herself, not until those Bosmeri scum were strung up by their bowstrings.

Hand absent mindedly straying to the pouch on her belt, Aravi's thoughts strayed to more...material issues. I'm running out. Hopefully I'll be able to get some more before we next leave. Or talk to one of the other Khajiit. Perhaps the little Dagi might know something.

Nee-Wom, Heimthor, Elsweyer

Nee stared surprised as the little Khajiit talked, amazed how small a creature could speak in such a clean, defined manner. He is definitely inteligent, He thought to himself, I hope I did not offend him much by calling him a pet... He doesn't seem to have listened though

He was pleased to see that the Human did not seem to hold much resentment towards him though, since he replied to him and introduced them both.

"Arnand", he said, refering to himself, "And Jo'Khart".

Well, that is a start...

Nee nodded, and decided to follow his semi-invitation to go with them visit the blacksmith. Although he did not need any repairs, since armor or shield weren't part of his gear, he did need some directions. He stridded after Arnand when he started walking in the direction of the smith. On his way he noted an Orc, the one in their company, violently walking away from the local Inn. He seemed somewhat angry.

As Nee walked through the dusty road and entered the blacksmith workshop he noticed the place was crowded. Most of the people of the company were already inside, asking for repairs for their heavy plates and weapons. Nee walked through them. The smith was amidst them, already tending to one request, sweat dripping from his skin. He was a Nord, one of those originary from the northermost province, Skyrim. And a tall one indeed.

"Im sorry, Nord", Nee said, trying to make himself be heard above the shouts of all the other members of the company and the clang of metal on metal, while hoping not to disturb his work, "I do not require your ssservices, but could you perhapss tell me if there iss any kind of herbalist in town? Could you pleasse point me to him? An alchemist, maybe?"

Meldor, Valenwood

Meldor didn't like being called a domestic Bosmer, for he knew they were always weaker then their counter parts but it was sadly true. Though he only spent a short time of his life apart of that culture, he still was never sworn into a tribe or the likes, and so, had to deal with it. Then, while Kraven was talking about the plan of action, Meldor heard the crunching of leaves and turned away with much force, pulling an arrow from his quiver smoothly and placing it in place. He noticed it was only the Bosmer he saw earlier in camp, the one who had helped out the Khajiit. He decided not to let his arrow piece his leg for sneaking up on them, but if he tried such a foolish act again, he may find himself lying in a pool of his own blood.

When he turned back around, Kraven had vanished into the dark woods beyond. He noticed Daenalin said something about fish and then darted off as well. Meldor quickly ran pace with him, all the while his blackened leather armor boots were slightly turning brown, thanks to all the mud. It reminded him of the last battle, blood everywhere you looked, friends and foe alike, lying on the ground, breathless, or even worse, still breathing, crying for help, yet not was able to be given. He remembered the sorrows of the few damned souls that day, but his mind must be to hunting now, and so, he listened to Daenalin ask about how he got banished.

"Long story short, I made my dad feel I was not worthy to be his son," Meldor knew he could ask why, but he didn't mind answering it, but only if he actually wanted to know, "Oh, and I apparently got my dad's store robbed completely, so that didn't help either."

Raven, Valenwood

OOC: Hey, thanks!

IC: “Oh, um…yeah, sorry,” she said, realizing she had slipped away in the middle of a conversation. She was somewhat embarrassed, and she didn’t want him to further question her about it, so she answered, “Yeah, I heard you. Sounds very good—I mean, it is very good. You have excellent taste, Aiden.”

She suddenly felt somewhat awkward herself, and she laughed nervously. Aiden didn’t seem to mind, and she was glad he was being so patient with her. She certainly felt out of place at the moment, and she was trying her hardest to hide it. She felt her cheeks flushing slightly, and she looked down, hoping he wouldn't notice.

Raven took another bite of the venison, and it was then that she noticed Weldarion approaching them...

Daenalin & Kraven, Valenwood jungles.


Daenalin chuckled as they reached the river. He motioned for Meldor to follow him up a thick tree branch that extended a bit far over the lake river. He managed to whisper this time around, in hopes of not startling the fish. He pulled out a large squirting beetle larvae and held it out before him. He squeezed it a bit, causing the infant worm to gauge out it's yellow insides. Then he tossed it into the water and retrieved his bow.

"Boy, you're a tragic example of misfortune. I have been told I was belched from the lowest pits of Oblivion itself. But that is not as near as being forsaken as a son and banished." laughed Daenalin. To be any honest, he wasn't entirely positive that he was making his fellow bosmer feel any better. After he noticed a movement in the water, he pulled back his arrow and released it. The arrow flew quick and landed in the water. And to his happiness, the arrow seemed to float around. He knew he had shot and killed a fish.

"Aha!" Daenalin said, looking at Meldor while pointing in the water. And perhaps to soften the insult he unintentionally said to Meldor before. "I know some of our father's can be harsh to us. I had my fair share of scolding before. But all in good times."

The young bosmer handed a few grubs to Meldor. Some to eat while some were to be used as bait. He then leaped down to collect the single fish he killed. And climbed back up the tree. It was a large fish, but not the big ones he expected to find at this hour. He removed the arrow from the fish's head and dropped it on his lap. He popped a few more larvae into his mouth and watched the water. "You think the khajiit's will come look for us?"

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Kraven stalked the jungles with nothing but his lion pelt loincloth and quiver. He walked with a small statuette of Hircine carved from wood that he made. He kissed it for good fortune and tucked it away in his pocket. Ahead he saw a family of Tapir. The parent was seven hundred and nine pounds, judging by it's tracks. They offspring ran nearby the parent as the father grazed on the roots of the leaves. Kraven held out his spear and aimed toward the eldest prey. His hand was aiming while his spear was held back beside his head. He breathed a slow deep breath and aimed. But as he did, a bird above the trees chirped away at the intruder and flown off along with another small group. Overall, this was enough to startle the animals and warn them of the presence of a predator. Kraven cursed himself a fool and broke into an accelerated charge. The wild Tapir fled the area with fear of it's pursuer. It's sounds were as heavy as a galloping horse running through the forest. This gave Kraven's supernatural hearing an edge to the chase as he naturally chased the paternal guarding of the two baby tapirs, which at this point had fled to an unknown location. Damn the birds, Kraven thought bitterly.

The Imperial savage leaped over moss-encrusted logs and dodged overhanging branches that were strong enough to break his neck if he wasn't careful enough. He knew he had one chance of capturing the Tapir. If he failed with his only spear, the hunt would have to wait for another time. Kraven's powerful legs took him to the extreme of speed, he nearly caught up to the Tapir, but his fatigue was quickly fading as he began to tire. He saw the creature's speed overpower his in a matter of minutes. But Kraven pushed harder with all of his might. Leaves and thorns scratched Kraven's legs and arms as he sped past them in a blur. His body already drenched in perspiration. As he approached closer, he saw the Tapir dive into a river lake and sink under the muddy waters. Kraven did not waste time as in mid run he dropped his spear, leaping onto the air, he retreated his hunting dagger and dived into the water. Only briefly he saw Daenalin and Meldor on the other side of the river sitting on an overhead branch. He fell into the water and pursued again, disappearing into the murky depths of the Valenwood's river.

Nee-Wom, Heimthor, Elsweyr

This is definitely not working.

Nee was becoming pretty irritated now. He hadn't really managed to make the smith hear him, and all those loud noises were starting to give him an headache. After a little while he decided he should try his luck somewhere else.

"Hissss.... I will see you later", he said, as he nodded to all of his companions. He walked out of the blacksmith, and felt refreshed by being outside, away from the heat of the forge. The fresh air swooped upon him, and he figured he should try to ask for a sort of herbalist at the Inn. He headed inside, and rejoiced when he saw how much fun people were having there. The place was well lit, and Nee smiled when all kinds of smells, food and beer and much more, sweetly invaded his nostrils. He saw some drunks, gamblers, peasants resting after a day of work. Mostly cat-people though... He also noticed some members of the company had already settled down. Some of them were in small groups, but he spotted one that seemed alone, lost in thought: The only female of the group, a Khajiit.

Nee headed for the counter of the inn though, since he still needed to know if there was someone capable of providing him with certain... concoctions. Walking towards the innkeeper, he said:

"Hello, Human. Would you be sso kind as to provide me with ssome information?", Nee asked to the man, "I would like to know if there is any kind of herbalist or alchemist in town... I have wounds that need to be tended to with certain herbs..."

"Certainly", the owner answered,"We have no official alchemist, but you can try visiting Dar'Kharu... Turn right after you leave the inn and walk down the road until the last house. He is what you can call, hrr, a specialist on such business. He has quite a stash of herbs and... well, other things, if you know what I mean. Sweet, sweet things... "

The innkeeper followed this statement with a blink. Nee-Wom stared, confused.

I wonder what he is talking about, heh? Poisons maybe? That would do too... But those aren't sweet now, are they?

"Herbs will be fine. Give me some water pleasse... I am thirssthy!" He stated, as he threw a coin unto the counter.

He grabbed the clay mug and turned around, thinking of resting a bit on a chair. He again spotted the Khajiiti woman... He decided to approach her, for even if his previous attempt to socialize didn't quite work as intended, he wanted to try and get to know more about his companions. Halfway to working in teamwork is achieved by trust, and trust is something you only get by sharing...

He complimented her with a smile, as he knew most of the times a smile did wonders to be accepted. His Argonian face wasn't always useful for that though. Most of the times when he grinned his teeth, people were either terrified or disgusted by all the pointy ends.... He hoped this would not be the case.

"May I, misssss?", he asked her, and as she nodded, although he couldn't say if it was reluctanly or not, he started to pull a chair, "I don't thhink we've been introduced before... I am Nee-Wom, warrior of Argonia." He then noticed the water pitcher in front of her.

"Thirsssthy too heh? I myself can't stay away from water for much time... We Argonians are fond of it!"

He waited for a response, trying to look as friendly as possible...

[OOC] Here it is, took me some time, sorry Count! Hope it is good enough...

Meldor, Valenwood Jungles

Meldor laughed a bit, knowing full well that Daenalin didn't mean anything by it. He carefully watched as Daenalin crushed the larvae and pull his arrow back, watching the wish-washing of the river, so calm and elegant. Then, like a strike of lightening, he released his arrow and it clearly hit his target. The arrow bobbed as Daenalin reached down to pick it up, along with his freshly caught fish.

Meldor didn't mind the second comment, for he knew why he said it, but rather, he focused on the third. Of course the Khajiits will come after us, we have their commander! thought Meldor, knowing full well another battle will happen sooner or later, but this time, they're wont be anyone walking away and you can be sure no prisoners will be taken.

"It's not a question of if," Meldor started, crushing two larvae and placing two arrows into place, trying to have a friendly game with a fellow Bosmer, "But rather, when. We have their leader and only Jephre knows what people will do to regain such a person."

And just as he was about to shoot his two arrows off, out of nowhere, a Tapir jumped into the murky water, soon followed by Kraven who from the looks of it, wasn't having such a good hunt.

Meldor smiled and looked at Daenalin and said, "Should I put two arrows into it's head, or just make him tough it out?"

Aravi: Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

Her feline eyes missed little. Certainly not the various drunkards staggering back and forth between the bar and their seat. Humans and their drinking always amused Aravi, why lose control in that way?
I'll never understand...

Refilling her pitcher, she watched as an Argonian, a member of the warband, pushed open the door and strode confidently to the innkeeper. They exchanged words, although Aravi only caught "alchemist" above the roar of the tavern. Interesting, I could do with some poison for my darts...not to mention other, equally important things.

As if he read her mind, the lizard spun on his heel and scanned the room, his eyes catching hers. Surprisingly, he approached Aravi. Something none of the other members of the group had done, other than discussing tactics and barking field orders. Somewhat unnerved, she betrayed nothing and watched his approach with a silent, impassive stare. He greeted her with a smile, and introduced himself. Well, a smile for an Argonian was more of a snarl. But a beast race herself, Aravi understood its meaning, even if most humans would assume the worst if a lizard bared his teeth at them. Especially when you knew what that lizard could do with a spear.

"Well met, Nee-Wom, warrior of Argonia. I am Aravi. The desert dries all that lives. svcks the water right out. Especially you and your scaled brethren. Why else do you suppose you're the only lizard here?" replied Aravi. "It is good that you stay watered."
Why do you bother with small talk? Ask him about the alchemist!
In truth, she bothered with small talk, because Nee-Wom bothered with her. She'd never admit it, of course. But someone talking to her cheered her up a little. The trials of the past months pushed back a little in her mind.
"You spoke to the barkeep an awfully long time for a mere cup of water, what were you looking for?" Hardly the most tactful way of asking, but it gets the job done. She filled up her cup once more, taking a sip of the cooling liquid, the air in the inn stifling hot and humid.

Weldarion

The great smell of a very nicely cooked dinner was caught by his nose. The sent was easily traced back to Aiden and Raven who were having a nice little diner. I almost feel like an intruder intruding a date. He couldn’t help to think. Without paying much attention to it, his feet took him there. He saw Raven already noticed him coming right at them.

“can I join you?” he asked both of them. Thinking that maybe they’d rather have some privacy. “this smells great. I wish I was only half as good a cook as you are.” Giving Aiden a compliment. For the days alone in the wilds.” He gazed a few moments at the food, hoping he would at least get a little taste since he had already eaten.

Nee-Wom, Heimthor, Elsweyr

"Pleased to meet you, Aravi...", Nee said, happy to see that she was interested in some talking. Most people of the band were somewhat introvert, and it was nice to see a friendly enough person "Yesss, indeed the desert takes his toll from us, Saxhleel... I admit I did not think it would be so harshhh."

Nee shifted in his chair, accomodating his hurt leg better, with a grimace of pain. Aravi then asked him about his talk with the innkeeper, rather directly. He wasn't going to be unpolite though. He was glad to finally have someone to have a chat with. That fellow Arnand was kind of distant, and he still hadn't talked with anyone else of the warband.

I wonder why she is interested...

"Well, as a matter of fact, I was jussst asking him where I could find an herbalist. Or an alchemist, for that matter. I have use for one right now... My leg was hit by a stray arrow on the battle... Hissss!" Reminding the battle was still shameful and painful.

I was at the smith before, asking for the same thing. But I couldnt even make myself be heard! Honestly, those big warrior folkss are awfully noisy... They all crumped up on there, shouting demands to the smith..." Nee hissed, as if to emphasize his statement

"Some of them seem like they are nice people though, even if a little... dissstant...." He recalled his previous attempts at conversations, and took another sip of water, as if to calm himself. He still wasn't sure if that had ended well. "Anyway, the innkeeper told me, even if he was a little weird at it. Seemsss there iss some fella around here, Dar'Kharu, who deals in herbs and has some knowledge... I wonder what the barowner meant when he talked about other "sweet" stuff the guy has stashhhed..."

Nee Nee, you are talking an awful lot by yourself... And it is getting late isn't it...

He looked through the windows and noticed that he might not have so much time before dark came.

"Well, Aravi, I should probably try to visit Dar'Kharu before the sun setsss....", he said, getting up from his chair clumsily, and hitting the table with his hurt leg "Hissssss."

The pain that rose on his leg made him lose his balance, and he almost fell, but he managed to take support on the table behind him.

"I am sssorry, terribly sssorry", he apologized to Aravi, as he closed his eyes with exasparation, "Know what, why don't you come with me? You don't seem to be having much fun around here heh?"

He waited for her response, paciently....

Varon Athren, Valenwood

OOC: Please, somebody be his friend! I'm afraid I've made him an outcast. He's really not that bad a guy. He's an idiot sometimes, clearly; but he's actually pretty nice, once you get to know him!

IC:When Varon got back to the camp, he saw that two of the Bosmeri and that Imperial who always looked at him with vehement hatred were nowhere to be seen. Hm, he thought, at least that’s three less people here to hate me.

He saw Raven was still flirting with that other Dunmer, and another Bosmer—the one who had spoiled all his fun with the prisoner—was approaching them. At least she has some friends here. Of course, that’s only because she’s one of only two women here in our camp. Women never have trouble finding admirers among a band of men!

Wallowing in self-pity, Varon grabbed another bottle of…something—he wasn’t sure if it was beer, mead, or ale; and neither did he care, so long as it had alcohol in it—and he sat down with his back against a big boulder on the edge of the camp.

In truth, Varon hadn’t quite felt himself since he left Cheydinhal. Everyone he knew and loved was there, and it was the only place he could ever truly call home. But he couldn’t go back there—not now anyway. The Count hated him, probably for good reason; and with Elvasa gone and his father dead, what more was there for him in Cheydinhal? Sure, he felt bad about leaving his mother alone—but she had Elvasa’s mother, Llevana Nedaren, to keep her company. And the Othran’s lived right around the corner, so she was surrounded by love and friendship. But he did still miss his mother, though he would never likely admit to it. If he could go home without being slapped in irons and locked in the dungeon, he would return to Cheydinhal in a heart-beat. But Varon was sure that was never going to happen.

As he watched the other members of his group laugh and talk and eat in their little groups, he tossed back his alcohol—was it beer again?—and he felt himself slowly start to drift off to sleep. But then he heard something nearby startle him awake…

Kraven Desselius & Daenalin, Valenwood.

"Hmmm," Daenalin cocked his head, "We can only wait for the waves of khajiit. I will do whatever it takes to protect my lan--" Daenalin froze as the water on the other side splashed loudly. It was a swine-like animal jumping into the water to seek haven from a predator of sorts. A moment passed and it was quickly followed by Kraven himself who jumped into the blurry lake to pursue the prey in a submerged environment.

"He scared away the fish!" growled Daenalin, obviously upset. He looked over at Meldor and nodded. "Kraven does not like it when someone interferes with his hunt," teased the young wood elf. He stood above the branch and searched the murky water with his keen eyes to see if he could locate Kraven. He see the ripples of the water moving about. It wasn't too deep. Daenalin sighed and continued searching.

Kraven Desselius swam as fast as he could as the Tapir fled on all four under the water, causing sand to billow up and cloud Kraven's vision. Making the already murky water even worse. Kraven suddenly swam to the side to get a better view. His eyes burned with the intensity of the particles under the water, but Kraven endured and acted as fast as possible. He held his hunting knife tightly in his hand and swam toward the Tapir. As he got closer, he thrust his knife forward, impaling the Tapir over and over. He could hear the muffled screams of the creature's pain and acted quickly to try and speed up the animal's suffering so it would finally die. Blood floated to the surface, spreading out to all directions. Kraven underneath the blood located the dying animal's throat and finally sliced it open to end it's misery.

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"Blood is drawn!"

Daenalin jumped down from the tree as he saw gore rise up from the water. He also saw bubbles as well, although he could not discern to see if it was his or not. After a few moments, Kraven emerged from the water, a knife in his mouth with both hands underneath. From the struggle that was obvious, Daenalin saw that he had killed the large Tapir. His hair was dripping wet and he was soaked with muddy water. He panted heavily and managed to cough out a few words.

"Help me carry out the beast!" Kraven called out, holding the Tapir's head. He tried to drag the creature to shore, but he would need help if he is to bring it to land any quicker to he can begin to eat it.

The young wood elf ran toward the Imperial, calling out to Meldor to follow. "Come! Kraven is successful!"

Kerris Vinchis Elswetr Group, Heimthor
As he strode out of the smithy and headed to the Tavern, he saw a Nordic Barbarian leaving a shady looking shop the back of the street. The day was now getting long now, and the shadows were long, but he managed to make out a small pink bottle clutched tightly in the mans shaking grasp. He frowned and continued towards the tavern.

He entered the Tavern door and quickly scanned the room, seeing alot of Khajiiti but could not discern Qanar from all his Brethren. He walked purposely up to the counter and ordered a glass of Cyrodilic Wine...
He picked his glass off the table and couldn't find any of his company, so he sat down at a free table and sipped at his Brandy, thoughtfully.

He walked up to the Bartender and paid for his drinks, then asked, a slight slur in his voice,.

"Hey Barkeep! what ish that little shady shop down tha' road?" he slurred.

"My good sir, have you drunk too much? That is our herbalist!" he leaned over and whispered, "but you are correct, he does deal in some very sweet sugars."

Kerris was confused, had the Barkeep meant Skooma? If so, that would explain the Nordic addict.

"I'm shorry good shire, you shpeak in riddlesh, do you mean shkooma?" he enquired rather loudly.

The Bartender slapped his hand over Kerris' mouth, preventing further discussion, and said with much constraint, "Yes! of course, you numbskull! Do not talk so loudly!"

Kerris was rather offended, just because his voice slurred, didn't nessecarily mean he was drunk! Okay, he thought admittedly, I am a little drunk....

*EDIT at urrinors request, changed their characters to a Nord

Juhanor - Leaving the Smithy

Before the Cathay could answer, a large percentage of the group entered the smithy, all seeking a repair or some such thing. Well, at least the smith will make some money off of this. Given the close quarters of the shop, Juhanor decided that he could wait for the Cathay's response, and started to exit. One of the patrons, a Breton, directed a question to Juhanor. "Gotta have something to pierce those Bosmers armor right?" "Yeah, you know it. Little renrij." responded Juhanor as he left the shop.

The Cathay-raht figured that the group wouldn't be leaving tonight, so he might as well find a place to stay. Ah, no money. Maybe a chapel? Juhanor wandered off in search of the local clergy; perhaps they would be kind enough to let him spend the night.

Meldor, Valenwood

Surprised, Meldor watched with amazement as Kraven successfully managed to kill the beast, whilst underwater. Blood gushed up to the top and the currents quickly managed to dye that stretch of water a dark red. Kraven managed to speak a few words, though muffled, sounding exhausted, which under his circumstances, was most likely. Daenalin popped up and rushed over to his friend and started helping him, and it, out of the water.

Meldor quickly did the same and made his way to Kraven and Daenalin, with a huge smile on his face, he started to help them carry it, "Nice catch you got Kraven!"

OOC: This is a bit brief, I know, but I thought this would be a fun way to do it.

Aravi: Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

"Are you alright?" Asked Aravi. The Argonian was clearly in pain. Perhaps that's why he wishes to go see this so-called herbalist. "Do you seek something to numb the pain, Nee?"
Grabbing the Argonian under the shoulder she hauled him outside and drew Nee-Wom into a shadowy corner. Reaching into the little leather pouch on her belt, she posed a question to the Argonian. "I have something here that may help...then we must go see this Dar'Kharu." From the pouch she produced a small mound of powder from the pouch, cupping it into her hands.
"Just lick it into your mouth, like this." Her feline tongue leaving a mouth curled up at the edges into a smile scooped up exactly half the mound. Her smile widened into a grin as the sweet taste hit her tongue, and a massive rush filled her body.
"Have you tried the sugar before, he-of-many-scales?" She said, noticeably more bubbly and happy. Holding out the remaining moon-sugar towards Nee-Wom.

OOC: Possibly the hardest thing i've ever had to write. It probably reads more like a list, but I primarly just wanted to get things organised and neat so that I could get clear what has actually happened, and who is left in the store. I hope i've done an okay job. Also, i'm addressing Jax (Shadowd_Hunter) in the final speech.

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As Kain watched the last embers of the forge below die out, he noticed the door to the front of his store swing open. Kain looked up from his furnace, scanning the Khajiit, noticing the fangs protruding from his jaw and the sand-stained fur before focussing on the large axe he carried with him.

“Nord. You know how to fix Gah-Julan?” he asked unbuckling his cuirass and holding it out to Kain. Kain examined the armour, taking it from the Khajiit’s grasp, and placing it on the wooden counter that lay between them. It was Bonemold, the armour originating from the province of Morrowind.

Kain had rarely seen such a specimen, however the cracks were shallow and although the blow would probably have been a heavy one, he reckoned himself able to fix it pretty quickly. As he examined the armour, gliding his hands over the damage done another Khajiit entered the room, smaller than the first. Kain was inexperienced in distinguishing the different types of Khajiit and had resorted to merely referring to them by height. The smaller feline approached the counter, and addressed the other, he seemed to have little interest in Kain, who ignored his entrance and carried on examining the armour in front of him.

Not even a minute had passed before the small wooden door opened once more, a man this time, entered the room, eyeing up the cats that stood before Kain. Kain pointed to a chair by the wall offering him to wait until Kain had finished examining the Bonemold, and the Redguard followed his instruction.

Kain moved the Bonemold armour to one side of the counter, as he noticed another customer enter the room.

“I shan’t be able to repair it until tomorrow, but you can leave it with me and i’ll begin working on it first thing in the morning. It’s not a hard job and it won’t take me too long, however return at any time you like to collect it. It seems i’ll have plenty to get on with tomorrow by the looks of things.”

He gave a casual smile, turning his glance from the taller Khajiit that had handed him the cuirass to the man that had just entered the shop. An Orc, this time holding an axe out, demanding a repair from the now truly exhausted Nord. Kain held out his hand, taking the giant axe from the powerful looking Orc; he didn’t appear to be in the best of moods, and Kain remained polite with his answer.

“As I have just mentioned to this Khajiit here, I shan’t be able to do this tonight. Leave it with me and collect it at any point tomorrow, it’ll be as good as new.”

He smiled at the Orc, now turning to another man that had entered the room, and had approached the counter.

He was astounded by the flurry of business that had come so close to closing time. Kain was exhausted as it was, the grilling of the furnace and the pounding of the metal all day had made him sore. He assumed it could only be a passing military unit that had soon filled his shop; they looked tired and sweaty and as he examined the man in front of him.

“Just twenty of your simplest iron-tipped arrows please”.

Kain moved without response, he didn’t have many more types of arrow on offer, so he was pleased with the man’s request. He reached out for the shelf to his left, collecting a handful of arrows from a quiver. He counted twenty and placed the quiver back down onto the dusty shelf, turning back to the customer and handing him the arrows.

“That’ll be 20 septims please” he smiled as he requested his payment, as he did so a fifth customer entered the room, waiting impatiently for the Nords attention and collecting Kain’s attention, although by a means that was lacking in manners.

“I wish for a repair of my items.” He demanded, placing them on the counter and laying down beside them the septims he assumed would cover the costs. Kain was getting irritated by the surge of customers now, especially as this one had been rather impolite.

Too tired to address the man’s imminent rudeness, Kain simply nodded and moved the armour over next to the Bonemold plate and the Orc’s axe. The smaller Khajiit, after replying to the Breton’s comment also took to the door.

He turned to the only seemingly patient customer, the Redguard that waited on the chair for service.

“..and how may I be of service to you Redguard.” He called over, gesturing for him to come over to the counter.

Nee-Wom, Heimthor, Elsweyr


"Hiss!", Nee said, as the Khajiit lady helped him get up. She dragged him to an empty alley and then asked him if he was in pain and wanted something to ease it.

"Well", he replied, " I wass actually going to see the herbalisst for something more like... healing herbs, so that my wounds would close ." And something more, he thought. But he still didn't trust the Khajiit fully, to talk about such... dishonourable things. He didn't know if she was against the use of such in battle.

Nee noticed a dark spot was starting to appear on his shorts, above his knee.

Not that! I can't believe it opened up again!

He looked suspiciously as Aravi stretched her hands to him with some powder on them. He was confused, for he never heard that sugar helped with pain.

"Sssugar?I have tassted sugar before of course...", he frowned a little, but eventually accepted her offer, "Wel, if you say so... it will not hurt I guess, she-of-many... fur." He reached to the powder and licked a bit of it with his tongue.

He coughed a bit, surprised with the taste. It was not that different from all the sugar he had before, the one which was used on cakes and such. He felt a sudden rush, and strangely enough, the pain started to ease, gradually. He also felt randomly, randomly happier.

"Let'sss go find this herb kitty I saw! I mean, sssay!", he shouted, as he waved his closed fist on the air and with long strides, got out of the alley, almost bumping into a passing peasant. "Hello, citizen of the Empire!! Ssstate your businessss!" The Khajiit looked at him like if he was crazy, and quickly continued on his way.


[OOC] Is there any problem talking about using moonsugar here? It is, after all, established tes lore... EDIT: Good job Arathorn, i think you handled it well!

Kerris Vinchis - Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

As Kerris left the Tavern he heard hushed voices;

"Have you tried the sugar before, he-of-many-scales?" One of them asked.

Drunk and wanting to see Qanar, he passed the corner to see two of his company, an Argonian and a Khajiit, they were still speaking, then the Argonian seemed to get angry and storm off.

His achohol-altered mind searched for their names, Arivi? Mi-Worm?

Good enough, he thought, as he moved to the shadowed corner to speak with the Khajiit, he stopped next to her, making exaggerated gestures to go with his words and illustrate his point.

"My good shir," he paused for a moment, then continued, "I, er meant, madame," he pointed to her, then asked, "have you sheen Qanar, I wish to shpeak with him, do you know where he ish perhapsh?" He paused and swayed, straightened up and waited for her answer.

*EDIT It seems Ne-Wom was already talking, so I changed to fit the current events

OOC: Sorry guys, just woke up!

IC: Raven was thinking about something unpleasant, she had to have been Aiden thought, but maybe I'll try and talk about it at a later time, when we know each other better.... He then noticed Weldarion approaching. "Can I join you?" he asked, "This smells great. I wish I was only half as good a cook as you are. For the days in the wild." he finished with a compliment.

"Sure, you're always welcome to join." Aiden said with a smile, "And thank you, but you haven't tried any yet! I'll make you a plate as well."

With this, Aiden began preparing another slab of venison. He already had leftover carrots, so he put them on the left side of the plate. After a couple of minutes, the venison was cooked nearly to perfection. Aiden cut off a little of it and took a bite. "By the Nine, THAT is good." he exclaimed. He put the remainder onto the plate and gave it to Weldarion.

"Here. I hope you like it!" he said cheerfully.

Jax, Heimthor

“..and how may I be of service to you Redguard.”

Jax, lost in thought, turned when he heard the smith referring to him. The Redguard offered a quick smile before bringing his gear up to the counter. "Hello, kind sir. I have some high-quality ivory. A shield, a sword, and some plate armor. Do you mind? Price doesn't matter too much to me, but you should know that my father's court smith in High Rock- also a Nord- had trouble repairing the ivory. What do you want for it?"

Jax laid it all on the countertop and was working on getting out his coins when he heard something: a ruckus outside. He turned and looked through the open doorway to see an Argonian run into an Khajiit. The Argonian proceeded to cry something out. However, something was suspicious about the Argonian. Jax, though not knowing what it was, knew it had to be trouble. Jax sighed as he turned around and put all of his money on the counter. "Take what you need," he said to the Nord before striding quickly out the door.

He left the building and made his way over to the Argonian, who he now noticed was apparently drunk. Jax vaguely remembered the Argonian from the company of fighters, so he figured there would be some sort of camaraderie there. He went up to the Argonian and grabbed him firmly from the arm, saying, "Name's Jax. Is there a problem?"

OOC: This should be interesting...

Juhanor - Watching an Argonian, Heimthor

Juhanor was wandering about the township, looking for the chapel. He had noticed quite a few Ohmes, Suthay, and Suthay-raht Khajiit in the town; because he was a Cathay-raht, he towered over his comparatively smaller cousins. They're better built for the jungle, to be sure, thought Juhanor, unlike myself... more of a desert dweller.

The Cathay-raht had just started munching on a sweetroll when he spotted two of the members of his party, Aravi and Nee-Wom, standing about in an alleyway. The Suthay was handing something to the Argonian, who licked up whatever it was. Suddenly, he leaped out of the alleyway, and accidentally hit a passerby on his flight out. "Hello, citizen of the Empire!! Ssstate your businessss!" shrieked the Argonian. The passerby looked at the Argonian with a small amount of terror, and walked off before the Argonian could continue his discussion. As Juhanor watched the scene unfold, another member of the party, a Redguard, exited from the smith and began to speak with Nee-Wom.

By Baan-Dar, what is he up to? Oh, crap... did she give him sugar? Juhanor figured that he knew what was up, so he decided to intervene as well. "Hey, Scales," said Juhanor, "uh, what's happening? She didn't give you any sugar, did she?" Juhanor noticed a spot of blood on the Argonian's pants as he spoke with the lizard-man. "And while you're losing blood? By Baan Dar, you need to get to a healer."

OOC: Ok, that WAS unexpected So Nee now has someone grabbing his arm and anotehr one on his shoulder? Sweet god, how am I going to sort this out lol Also, is there a problem with sugar usage while bleeding? I did not know... And I am not entirely sure I understood Jax intentions, is he trying to get a fight with Nee or something, or genuinely asking if there is a problem?

Nee-Wom was startled as the Redguard grabbed his arm, and somewhat seemed to regain some consciousness. He looked around, surprised

"Problem? Not at all Jaxsss sssir, I was just going to see the herbalisst!", he semi-shoutted. A Khajiit approached, looking alarmed and concerned. Nee vaguely recognized him. He was also from the company, the one who used to site around the campfire and lick sweetrolls to no end.

"Juanhi, was it? Sssugar? Yesssh, some fine sssugar! Never tasted one like that before..." He looked back to the alley, to Aravi who was now aparently being engaged by a fella from the warband "Hey, Aravi miss! You should consider starting to ssell thiss sugar to the Imperial City bakersss! Their cupcakes would be oh sooo much better..."

He was starting to feel a little dizzy now...

The herbalist... my leg...

"I have to see the herbalist, kind sirs, I need some... something to put in my leg...", his voice slowly faded to a whisper, and Nee felt his legs losing their strenght. He tried to hold on unto Jax's grasp, to avoid falling into the floor.

[OOC] This is indeed becoming interesting...

Jax, Heimthor

"Whoa there, lizard," Jax said as he noticed the red stain on the lizard's pants. "Alright..." Jax grabbed the Argonian more firmly to keep him from falling flat on his face, and he looked at the Khajiit. "He's passing out. We need to find an herbalist. You said he had moon sugar? By the Gods, that's not good...where's the nearest healer?" The Argonian looked like he was fading fast. He needed help, and soon.

OOC: Sorry, know it was short, but it was still pretty important.