OOC: Enough of the OOC guys. I you're going to do it, follow up with a post. And FC4, I too know what its like getting little sleep. I can be terrible when I go without sleep. On a side note, Altmer are High Elves, and Aldmeris is either a place or language.

Big-Tree wandered around the tiny island, listening and observing the beauty and splendor of the Niben. They all awaited Karstine, in the meantime, they were getting to know each other better. Which was not always a good thing, as Cordus the Bard shouted that all should leave the dramatics to him. What a strange man indeed, he thought. Then, Cordus was told-off by a very rude guard. Big-Tree decided to confront the man, "Do you really believe a few meager words from a guard could sway this man? I like the music he plays, and as far as the showiness, it only tells me that he is not afraid of ridicule... from a Bravil guard."

This comment was not made as an insult, rather it was Big-Tree's way of saying that each one of these adventurers had their own ways about them. Putting a hand on Cordus's shoulder, Big-Tree asked, "Now my friend, as we wait, shall we divulge in a bit of merriment!? I would like to see how well you may play your lute, and I will jig."

Big-Tree unstrapped his cutlass, laying it gently on a flat rock, also taking the sword it itself out of the scabbard. When he laid it upon the stone, the ebony filigree, bright silver, and all of the blade shown in its splendor. He laid his bow and quiver next to it. "Now then, how about that ditty?"

[occ] I've been using Ayleid primarily, to emphasize the isolated nature of Clengo's tribe. And, your last post was a little confusing, Adam. I had to reread to make sure you weren't mistaking Alyssa for a Bosmer! Oh, and for future reference, lets let any text that falls within these brackets { } be understood as Ayleid-Bosmeri. [/ooc]

As Clengo drew closer to the crowd, he was hit by the stench of flesh decay and plant rot, which was almost overwhelming enough to stop him in his tracks. Although the smell could have technically come from any of the adventurers, or even the gate for that matter, Clengo was absolutely sure that it came from the small dark-haired woman with an impossibly large box on her back; for it fit his initial fears that she was somehow linked to dark gods.

The situation seemed quite tense. Several adventurers had drawn their weapons at the witch's arrival, and everyone seemed to be waiting for her to explain what she was there for and why she had come. As Clengo saw it, Cordus had tried some humor to diffuse the situation, but he was merely quipped at by one of the guards. Wondering for a moment if he should draw his weapon too, he was suddenly surprised when the Bosmer he had seen earlier at Silverhome approached the newcomer and welcomed her politely. He then apparently noticed Clengo for the first time, approaching him and speaking in a mix of languages, most of which Clengo understood.

"May An Aldmeris suna sou sepredia agea" he said, shaking Clengos hand. Clengo was so surprised that he couldn't respond with anything more than a nod. No one had spoken to him in (mostly) his native tongue since he had been with his family in Valenwood, over five years ago. He was perhaps just as surprised that one of the Mathmeldi would have even bothered to remember the language of his forebears, given how they [the Mathmeldi] rejected anything of real value that Y'ffre had taught.

To his further surprise, the Bosmer motioned for him to follow, before walking away from the group. Watching the Bosmer's retreating back, Clengo remembered his father's warning about those Bosmer who had left Valenwood of their own free will. They were not to be trusted. And yet, the Bosmer who had looked after him in the Imperial City were nice enough, despite the fact that they had done much to keep him imprisoned the past five years. Still, Clengo decided that it was best to do as asked, and so he cautiously followed.

The taller Bosmer stopped a short distance away from the group, looking a little perplexed, if not worried. He examined some of the feathers in an off-hand fashion, but it was clear to Clengo that he wasn't really interested in them. Picking up some of the feathers himself, which he could use later to fletch some arrows, he took point and examined an feather a little too thoroughly.

{How do you know still our tongue?} Clengo asked quietly, without looking away from the feather. His tone was slightly accusative, which he didn't intend but nevertheless reflected his inner distrust for the Mathmeldi.

Alex was really not sure how to take the large Argonian's words, his eyes narrowing at the insinuation of an insult on the lizard's lips. If it wasn't meant to be an insult, the lizard-man failed that. Alex finally just rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I wasn't the only one thinking it. I'm just the only one who bothered to say it." He grumbled, going over to the gate and leaning on the stone pillar that encompassed one side of the gate. He was considering going with this lot; it would beat the dead-beat dull job he had now. A little adventure, and little thrill. Maybe a little too much danger though. But could it be more dangerous than the Imperial Legion during the Oblivion Crisis? He set his shield down and crossed his arms, contemplating. What if he didn't come out, just like the guard captain?

"Now my friend, as we wait, shall we divulge in a bit of merriment!? I would like to see how well you may play your lute, and I will jig." The Argonian suggested, and Richard broke into a grin.

"I like this Argonian already. My kind of um... lizard-man." The archer grinned. "A little music would break up these island blues Alex suffers from." Alyssa seemed to be all but forgotten by most now, and didn't seem to be a threat much longer. Putting away the arrow, Richard grabbed a bottle of ale from his pack, "For you, bard, to wet thy lips for song!" He announced before tossing the bottle over to Cordus.

OOC: You know, I think Richard is running away with me here... Character affair. Oh dear Lord what are characters coming to these days?

{How do you know still our tongue?} Clengo asked quietly. Adam looking at him, they both examined the feathers.

{My mother was from Valenwood, we left on our own free-will. I was taught the language of our people and our values.} Adam said, walking back in forth, he dropped the feathers and looked at Clengo. {My mother told me that we were Mathmeldi. We were not welcome among the tribes anymore, she told me. I still know our tongue because I wish it to be so, my mother taught me, and I will teach my first born son, if I make it out here alive, and If I am to find a beautiful woman, worthy enough to carry a son.} He said again. {Tell me, Clengo. How do you still know our tongue? Are you among the tribes of the Valenwood? Are you here under Auri-El's word? Do you listen to Y'ffre still and before you came? - My mother believed Auri-El and Y'ffre sent her to Cyrodiil, she still not knows why, but only to save me, so that I may save another. So I became a healer.} Adam said, he stopped and looked at Clengo and walked up to his face. - "What about you? What are you? Who are you? Why are you here?" Adam asked in the imperial language, the question he would ask and would soon recieve answers from.

He sat down on a rock near the two and examined Alyssa. All of a sudden he took fancied the woman. He didn't know if it was her prowess in the arcane arts, or the fact she's out of the ordinary. This he would never know unless they became friends. He looked back at Clengo and awaited an answer.

Well, this was certainly news for Clengo. He had never heard of Y'ffre commanding Wood Elves to leave Valenwood before. Studying Adam's face, he couldn't detect any dishonesty, although he looked very hard for it. Clengo was continually impressed by the Mathmeldi's grasp of the language and interest in his native land. By the words of his father and other elders in the village, they made it seem that the Mathmeldi cast off Y'ffre and Auri-El with distain. This clearly wasn't the case with Adam, unless of course, he was lying about all these things. Clengo's black eyes gauged Adam for a few more moments, as if he was expecting the Bosmer to let out a cruel laugh, chastising him for following the Teachings, and swearing vulgarities upon Y'ffre's name. With nothing happened, he spoke up.

"I am Clengo, from central Valenwood, brought here by no will of my own but by the will of my father and tribe, and by the will of the Imperials," he said "I was to be a diplomatic hostage, to make good-faith with the Imperials. But I hated it. I was supposed to be a warrior and shaman of my tribe. But instead I lived in the Imperial City, forced to follow Imperial customs and live a tame life."

Clengo played with the feather a bit more, running it between his fingers, which gave a pleasant, tickling feeling. Looking back at Adam, he said "This was a humiliating experience for me, but it has not changed me. I still know the language well, and I still follow the Green Pact of Y'ffre, whom I strive to serve every day. ...I am proud of this."

Clengo placed the feather into his satchel with the others. He didn't feel it was wise to tell Adam about his escape from the Imperial City, and he didn't want any questions to come up regarding this that might place him on the spot of having to answer them. So instead he changed the subject.

"You like that one?" he said, gesturing towards the dark-haired, foul-smelling woman. "Be warned, I think she follows dark gods," he said, trying to sound knowledgeable about this sort of thing. "But you are a healer, a noble and ancient profession. Surely you know this?"

Adam listened to Clengo, hearing his words of his story made him curious about him even more, until he changed the subject his mind lost on what it was on.

"You like that one?" he said, gesturing towards the dark-haired, foul-smelling woman. "Be warned, I think she follows dark gods," he said, trying to sound knowledgeable about this sort of thing. "But you are a healer, a noble and ancient profession. Surely you know this?" He asked. - Adam looked at her and looked at him, he thought about it for a moment then turned to Clengo. "I guess you can say I like that one. - Dark gods or no... I think we all tried practicing dark magic... when we were young, at least..." Adam said, he looked down. Wishing he hadn't said that or wondering if anyone else heard him say it. He looked back at Clengo. "I do know this, and being a Healer has a lot to do with it. Noble and Ancient as it is. It has helped me save the lives, and save Karst's life as well." Adam looked, he didn't see Karst anywhere yet. - {Forgive me, for I must leave for a bit. Farewell.} he spoke in the tongue and walked off to another spot of the island. A secluded spot to think and check himself.

"I guess you can say I like that one. - Dark gods or no... I think we all tried practicing dark magic... when we were young, at least..." said Adam the Bosmer, though looking as if he regretted it. ""I do know this," he said, this time more strongly "and being a Healer has a lot to do with it. Noble and Ancient as it is. It has helped me save the lives, and save Karst's life as well."

After that the self-admitted Mathmeldi dismissed himself, moving away from Clengo to be alone. Clengo stared after him. He wasn't sure he understood the older Bosmer when he spoke of practicing dark magic when he was younger. Clengo certainly hadn't. He had been educated by the shaman of his clan, and those suspected of worshiping dark gods were turned away.

But Clengo had even greater difficulty in trying to reconcile this with the next statement the Bosmer had made. He had saved Karst's life. Clengo felt a prideful purpose rise in side of him, as he imagined what it must be like to lay down one's life for his Chieftain. This is what he wanted to do. To fulfill his sacred Malaburo to Karst, and reclaim for himself true honor. For a moment, he found himself dreaming of saving Karst and the others from some cloudy, undefined dark monster by burying a well placed arrow into its heart. He saw himself, victorious, clutching the monster's heart and standing upon its dead body and screaming to the heavens "I AM CLENGO, THE HONORABLE, THE LOYAL, THE MIGHTY!..." and then the daydream faded away. Blinking in the morning light, Clengo returned to his senses.

He looked back towards the group, and he could see them begin to mingle about. It looked as though the bard was going to begin playing again, and Clengo could see the Argonian Big-Tree begin to dance. The others didn't look as if they were in such a mood, but more anxious for the journey to get underway. He observed the pair of Khajiit he had been with on the boat, still a little nervous about approaching the Lion. He rummaged through his satchel, trying to find something that might please the big cat. Once he had found what he was looking for, he walked over to the two gingerly, his hands making a friendly gesture.

"Hi. I'm Clengo," he said to the two Khajiit. He pulled some jerky from his bag and offered it to both of them. "Surely such strong warriors like yourselves are hungry? Please, thank Y'ffre and take these as a gift and consume them,"

[ooc: Clengo has power trips every now and then. haha. [/ooc]

Flickering an ear to see off a fly Ren’ exhaled a sigh more one of boredom than anything, even if the pestering flies took his mind off the waiting. Indeed the flies seemed to swarming this place; the leopard-like feline attributed their appearance to the woman who smelled like a rotting corpse. Jodhan seemed to like his humor judging by the comment, “You’re the first person I’ve known to call ‘twisted’ a positive attribute!” The feline snorted a half-laugh at the bipedal cat, “I still look the-odd-one out.” commented the pahmar, he was physically different anyone else in the party, hence he would still stand out no matter how odd the rest of troupe were.

Placing his behind flat onto the cold stone, just to rest his legs from all standing his attention was soon turned to an approaching bosmer, one ear perked and the other folded back gave Ren’ a sort of confused look, indeed he was actually wondering what mer wanted. “Pleasure.” The pahmar answered the mer’s greeting with a nod of acknowledgement, but then the bosmer procured what looked like strips of dried meat from his pack, offering it as a token… of friendship perhaps? “I was actually planning to catch something, once we got a move on.” The feline paused gripping the strip of jerky in his teeth and placing it on the ground before him. “But seems that excursion can be delayed for a few hours.” Smiled the leopard-like pahmar, grateful for the bosmer’s offer, he’d bear in mind this sign of friendship, as the next time he’d catch something he’d remember to share it with the bosmer, with that said the leopard-like feline slowly consumed the strip of meat offered him.

Ren' was trying his best to remain cordial with everyone in the group, even if he appriciate the bosmer's offer actually getting to know a person who was not a khajiit was something the pahmar rarely did. Despite the bosmer also being predominantly carnivores a trait Ren' knew to respect he had been raised under the beliefe that any of the human and elven races were prey, and throughout his youth the pahmar had never questioned it. Only in advlthood did he learn about his father's rumored affliction as a werelion; a revelation that caused the pahmar to adopt compromises were there at one time were none, and naturally in the world outside the forest wildlands he called home such a view would garner too much hostility and be potentially detrimental to his own well-being.

Almost immediately, Alyssa found herself besieged by a barrage of questions, weapons, and threats. Also, a strange man who claimed that, while it was quite pretty, she had made an over-flashy entrance, and that it was best to leave such drama to him in the future. In response to the varied questioning, and the strange stares from one of the men talking in a funny language, raised up both of her hands in a placating, non-threatening gesture of peace. Thinking for a moment, she quickly darted a hand within her satchel, returning with a black rose. Flourishing, she gave the rose to the guard who first threatened her. She very quietly took the coffin from her own back, placing it upon the ground and standing on it to make herself seen by all present. She giggled, folding her hands behind her back and whistling before all of the noise died down. Satisfied with the quiet, she ventured forth a quiet, although audible, sentence.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Alyssa Stormfield! The Mad! And I come bearing gifts...", she managed to get out through a fit of hysterical giggling, "Gifts of lightning and fire, for your enemies!"

She snickered, relieved to deliver the punchline. She searched around for a Khajiit woman matching the description that she'd bribed out of a local beggar, making an exaggerated sun-shield above her head as she scanned the crowd. With a dissatisfied sigh, she hopped down off the Nord sized coffin, and placed her hands on her hips. She stopped a moment, tapping her foot impatiently, humming a funerary dirge. Bending over, she snatched a hunk of bird-meat with her bandaged hand, swiftly placing it upon her tongue and chewing thoughtfully. An approving nod later, and her voice spoke up again.

"Where's your leader, heroes? The poster clearly spoke of a leader. A Khajiit, I believe. Tell me now, before I kill you with my arm-crushing hugs...of death!", she snarled, emphasizing the threat with a pantomimed hug that seems intended to threaten...although looking quiet soft. "Well...regardless. I'm here about the posters." She pulled out a sodden help-wanted ad, perhaps barely identifiable as the one that Karst had been posting up. The ink had gone runny long before, holes missing from the pages, and a strand of seaweed weighed down a corner. "Clyde and I have taken a very long walk to get here, and you should be polite to your guests. I would really, really like if I could stay, and I'm good with..." She paused, gasping when she caught sight of the large Argonian man.

Rushing over, and ignoring all questions about birds, dramatic entrances, and otherwise, Alyssa soared through the air with a shout of glee, giggling and entrapping the bulky lizard in a warm, yet slightly soggy, bear hug. Hood flipped up, she nuzzled his neck, completely adoring the strangeness of the beastman and how he smelled just like the water she exploded from.

OOC: Sorry Aula, I'm going to go ahead and post, as I literally have to leave in thiry minutes. I hope you don't mind if I do a teensy bit of controlling, and my apologies to anyone else who is stuck at the beach, I lack the time to catalogue where everyone is. I'll be back Sunday, so until then please try not to go through the door. Thanks

IC: Jason Durant - The Drunken Priest
Docks, Bravil; 18th Rain's Hand

Jason stumbled towards the sounds of the docks: the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, the creaking of old moorings, and- of course- the constant babble of the adventurers. 'Better not talk like that the whole time,' the priest thought to himself as he staggered down the dirt road leading to the bay, 'No wine is worth that.'

The Breton stopped to catch his breath- years of steady drinking seemed to have sapped Jason's stamina- and shielded his eyes against the sun. The blueness of the bay stretched out before him, a sapphire hidden amongst the emerald forests, and Jason could just make out a small ship, speeding away towards the misty center of the water. 'Don't tell me they've left already. I just got here, for Mara's sake.'

The priest was ready to turn back, to find some other tavern within the city, when he noticed a white figure on the beach below. He blinked, making sure the sight wasn't a trick of the wine, and sure enough the white shape was still there. 'Someone left behind? Someone in all white?'

Jason started towards the figure, wishing he hadn't left his walking stick in the tavern, and once he was within earshot called out, "'Ello there! You here 'bout that door business?" The priest looked closer at the figure, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. 'A white Khajiit... With red hair. And I thought I'd seen everything.'

The priest approached the Khajiit, one wrinkled hand outstretched, trying to keep his breath from smelling too much like wine. Cat-woman or no, the lass was still rather fair.


OOC: Bleh, awful post, sorry for scarring your RP with it Aula I wanted to do a bit more, but I really do have to leave, I apologize. Feel free to control Jason to your heart's desire in order to get us to the island, I just didn't want to respond for you. As long as he remains sarcastic, jovial, and still somewhat drunk, I don't really mind you speaking for him. I'm sorry I can't post tomorrow, I'll make a reply as soon as I can Sunday. Cheers!

OOC: Darkom, Karst is already on the island, and we already did(I didn't but someone did) a bit of character control and said your priest was already on the boat and therefore on the island. Also, when is Aula going to actually post and get us through the gate? It's kind of boring just sitting on a rock, watching everything transpire.

[ooc] That would be me. Sorry about that Darkom! Here's the post: http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1182383-diary-of-a-madgod/page__view__findpost__p__17557165 . I remembered what you said earlier about being gone awhile, and I didn't want to leave you to go completely unnoticed.

Also, and this is more directed at Aula, but anyone familiar with her role plays may answer: Is it alright to bring in secondary characters, relative to the story of your main character, and role play them? Do they need character sheets, in case they accidentally get more involved in the main story than originally intended? I have a character who has been hired to look for Clengo, whose character I am becoming interested in, and I was wondering where the boundaries were for these types? Mind, this char will largely stay separate from the group and isn't going to posted about too much. [/ooc]

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IC:

Satisfied, Clengo smiled nervously at the two Khajiit. Standing so close to the two huge muscular warriors made his own small frame feel quite vulnerable. He fiddled with his left ear, thinking of something to say. He had known a Khajiit in the Imperial City, and had seen many others there, but none had seemed so intimidating as those before him. Kiseen, especially, seemed to have nothing in common with them. She was like Clengo, brought from Elsweyr to the Imperial City for education. They used to see each other in school, and although they didn't talk much, they understood each others condition well enough. Clengo used to laugh at Kiseen's antics, as she pantomimed the professor hilariously from across the room. She was often caught and beaten, but that never stopped her.

"I knew a Khajiit from the Imperial City," he said "She was kind to me." He didn't know where he was going with this. "I never used to see Khajiit in Valenwood. Maybe the occasional trader. I was too young to remember the Five Year War. Though the elders would tell stories of your bravery." The elders also used to tell stories of their treacherous and devious natures, but Clengo decided to leave that part out.

"I have never seen a Khajiit like you before, though," Clengo said to four-legged Khajiit. "What is your name, and why do you not walk like your friend here?" he asked, gesturing to the other Khajiit.

Cordus Leon

Cordus stood, satisfied with his announcement to the assembled adventurers. He was confident that they would respect his calling of dibs on the dramatics, and thus he wouldn’t be upstaged again. But then he was brought down by the two guards standing near the gates. "Obviously this group is not in their right mind." One of the guards remarked, lowering the bow he had previously been holding at the ready. "Even I don't say stuff like that."

"And that's saying something." The other replied, nodding in agreement "Listen, bard..." Cordus saw the guy eyeing his lute, which was a dead giveaway to his profession. "I get the feeling there are few here that give a crap, and fewer that would listen anyways. So just get out of the way of the gate so Lady Karst can open it."

Cordus looked at the second guard and opened his mouth to reply with some funny comment that he hadn’t quite thought of yet when Big-Tree put his hand on Cordus’s shoulder and spoke up in his defense. "Do you really believe a few meager words from a guard could sway this man? I like the music he plays, and as far as the showiness, it only tells me that he is not afraid of ridicule... from a Bravil guard."

Cordus laughed out loud as the guard replied, "I wasn't the only one thinking it. I'm just the only one who bothered to say it." He leaned against a pillar and seemed slightly pouty, making Cordus chuckle quietly even more. He wasn’t sure if Big-Tree’s was meant to be a threat, a joke, or a simple observation, but for some reason Cordus found it very funny, and the guard seemed to take it as an insult.

Big-Tree then added, “Now my friend, as we wait, shall we divulge in a bit of merriment!? I would like to see how well you may play your lute, and I will jig.” Big-Tree quickly removed his weapons in preparation for his dance, and Cordus did the same, tossing his weapons about a foot away from where he was standing, next to Big-Tree’s.

The second guard, the one with the bow, grinned and said, "I like this Argonian already. My kind of um... lizard-man. A little music would break up these island blues Alex suffers from." The guard put away his arrow and grabbed a bottle of ale from his pack. He tossed it over to Cordus. "For you, bard, to wet thy lips for song!"

Cordus laughed and replied, “Thank you, dude. You, sir, are a gentleman and a scholar.” He laughed again at his surprisingly sophesticated-sounding words and raised the bottle of ale in a toast to the archer. He drank about half of it before he tossed it over his shoulder, really hoping that nobody was standing behind him, because anybody who was he was sure had just received a face full of ale. Preparing his lute, he started strumming a catchy tune. Addressing anyone one around, he said, “All right, feel free to join in if you know this one!”

But when he opened his mouth to start to sing, he was interrupted by the lightning girl, who giggled in a quite insane way. She gave a black rose to one of the guards, and then proceeded to stand on her coffin – What kind of a freak just carries around a coffin? thought Cordus, looking at the woman with raised eyebrows and concerned eyes – and say, "Hello, everyone. I'm Alyssa Stormfield! The Mad! And I come bearing gifts..." she said through a fit of hysterical giggling, "Gifts of lightning and fire, for your enemies!"

Cordus looked at her with an increasingly confused face. He was really wondering what was wrong with this chick. And, of course, her bending down, picking up a chunk of the bird she killed earlier, and eating it didn’t help Cordus’s increasingly horrified view of the girl. He looked around the other people and whispered in a stage whisper, “Who is this freak? Does she need to be, like, put down?”

After chewing the murdered bird for a second, she nodded and continued, "Where's your leader, heroes? The poster clearly spoke of a leader. A Khajiit, I believe. Tell me now, before I kill you with my arm-crushing hugs...of death!", she snarled, pantomiming a hug. "Well...regardless. I'm here about the posters." She pulled out a soaked piece of paper. "Clyde and I have taken a very long walk to get here, and you should be polite to your guests. I would really, really like if I could stay, and I'm good with..."

And with that, she saw Big-Tree and rushed over to him. She hugged him and started nuzzling his neck. Cordus, looked on for a moment, horrified for Big-Tree’s sake. But then he snapped out of his horrification and stepped forward, holding his lute like a weapon just in case Alyssa rushed him next. Staying about two feet away, he said to the girl, “Hey, lady, did you not hear a thing I said earlier? I clearly claimed all rights to random dramatics . . . such as what you’re doing right now! So, uh, back off, all right?”

There was a guard who carried a bow, Richard was his name, from the talk Big-Tree had heard amongst the others. With the proposal Big-Tree made, the man gave a compliment, "I like this Argonian already. My kind of um... lizard-man." Big-Tree smiled, awaiting for Cordus' lute to begin its lively and lovely strum. Richard then tossed Cordus a bottle of ale, "To wet thy lips!"

Just as Big-Tree was getting ready for a good jigging, a strange woman sprang onto her coffin-like box, "Hello, everyone. I'm Alyssa Stormfield! The Mad! And I come bearing gifts..." Big-Tree thought this was love at first sight, especially when she threatened the group with... hugs! Sheogorath! This had better not be a trick! Big-Tree thought. Many times had the Madgod himself played cruel jokes on Big-Tree, once involving a Dunmer "woman" and far too much brandy.

Just as he escaped his own thoughts, Allyssa leaped through the air, giggling like a school girl. She was headed straight for the Argonian. He looked to his cutlass! But... the woman barreled into him with a great hug and nuzzled his scaly neck.

Cordus interrupted, saying that the dramatics were his devices only, and to back off. "Now now my good bard, we mustn't be rude." He gave Codrus a glance, Play your lute! he gestured. "Why... my dear, do you fancy me?" He asked the strange woman, "If you do, would you kindly join me in a jig?" He offered her his hand, breaking the very strong hug slightly.

OOC: Oh this is PERFECT!

His ears flattened at the Bosmer approaching, they were almost always thieves of some kind where he came from and here in Cyrodiil that was reaffirmed when one tried stealing his potion pouch. When the Bosmer offered jerk he kindly refused "No thank you Clengo. I have eaten recently." His tail swayed slightly, feeling some pang of mistrust with the smaller and sneakier elf that was before him and the Pahmer. He chuckled as ren was fed and shook his head "Ren is a Pahmer, khajiit who is as they say..quadruped. Walk on all fours, it is how they grow. Like a Senche but smaller and well.. not to be ridden." he kept a hand on his satchel, before taking a seat next to Ren.

Besides! With the offer of normal meat jerky, Jodhan had something else in his bag that was just as good. Sweet meat jerky! Not something he was going to flaunt mind you, it was painful enough to have it with him and not get sent stupid from the moon sugar used.

Even if he had his attention on chewing down the tough strips of meat offered him, his ears was still trained on the bosmer. Idle pvssyr was not really Ren’s forte yet he was cordial enough to listen to the short-heighted mer, but then the mer mentioned the five year war. Ren’ wasn’t even born when that war erupted although he heard the story from his father, of how his grandfather had served in that war; after surviving the Torval massacre. “I have never been told much from the war.” The pahmar spoke, most of his family made up civilians during the war apart from his grandfather, and war is not kind of civilians; but Ren’ reckoned that what prevented them speaking about it was fear, from who or what he couldn’t tell but it had been enough to keep them silent.

The pahmar finished the meat just as the bosmer asked a more direct question, although before he could answer Jodhan effectively explained it all. “I can talk you know.” The pahmar teased shoving his side lightly into the Cathay-raht’s side. “But, yes, he’s right.” The feline spoke attention returning to the small mer, “I dunno why Azurah had the Lunar Lattice make me like this, but I thank them for it every night.” Stated the feline, despite being predominantly atheist the only piece of near religion in Ren’s life was the acknowledgement of Azurah and the Lunar Lattice; and how these forces shaped Khajiiti life.

“I have never been told much from the war,” said the lion-Khajiit after Clengo mentioned it. He thought this odd, and he waited for the Khajiit to say more, perhaps to provide an explanation. But the Khajiit did not speak up, and Clengo continued.

"I have never seen a Khajiit like you before, though," Clengo said to four-legged Khajiit. "What is your name, and why do you not walk like your friend here?" he asked, gesturing to the other.

"Ren is a Pahmer, khajiit who is as they say..quadruped. Walk on all fours, it is how they grow. Like a Senche but smaller and well.. not to be ridden," said the tall one as "Ren" finished off the jerky. The Khajiit then sat down, bringing him much closer to Clengo's eye level than before, and allowing him to get a better view of the Khajiit's face. The Khajiit had bright eyes that reminded Clengo of a pair of orange-hot coals that glowered as a campfire died. This metaphor was enhanced even further by the Khajiit's scrawny mane, which licked the the soft morning breeze like flames. Clengo also noticed a intricate and detailed tattoo that the Khajiit wore on his right arm, which depicted a suspicious-looking Khajiit clutching what might have been a dagger.

"I can talk you know," the Pahmer teased his friend before turning back to Clengo, "But, yes, he's right. I dunno why Azurah had the Lunar Lattice make me like this, but I thank them for it every night."

"And so you should, for you are both strong and sure-footed!" said Clengo. "Y'ffre is my patron, and his guidance has led me here, and I am most grateful for it. I will be most proud to fight along such warriors as yourselves."

While he was still curious about the tall-Khajiit's tattoo, he felt that this was as good a place as any to end the conversation, and he bowed to them both before turning away. Besides, the tall-Khajiit didn't seem to be at all pleased by his appearance, so Clengo decided that he'd have to ask the question at another time. Moving off, he was still wary to approach the crowd around the small raven-haired woman, though he waved at the hooded Imperial he had seen at the tavern. He thought the man noble for his humble gift to Chief Karst earlier, and wished to befriend him. But when he didn't immediately approach, Clengo thought himself unnoticed and climbed upon a rock to better see around the island.

Sitting there, a thought came into his head, perhaps inspired by his talk with the Khajiit. Since he was a real warrior now, he would have to look like one! Clengo remembered that the warriors and hunters of his village would sharpen their teeth to mimic and honor the predators of the forest. Rustling around in his bag to find the proper tools, he realized that he didn't have any that he needed, and resolved to get some at the next possible moment. So instead he pulled out his trusty pipe, stuffing a yellowish powder and several crisp insect carcasses into the end, and lighting it with a small spark from his hand. The smoke was quite flavorful and the sun, warm against his back, was quite relaxing. This was all quite nice, but Clengo was still curious about what lay beyond this gate that Chief Karst was so obsessed with, and he was eager to prove himself as a warrior.

I hate to be such a stickler, and I always hate to OOC, but I'm afraid I would much rather plan my own entrance. I really like this character, and was looking forward to working out all his dialogue quirks and character, and something essential to that is how he is introduced to the group. As such, I'm afraid I can't stand by such character control. I understand why you did it Fiore, and I appreciate the help in getting me on the boat, but I'd really rather introduce myself. Aula and I both decided we would rather come in on a separate boat, to ease confusion in catching up with the pages of posting you all have already done (Bravo, by the way, I haven't seen an RP move this fast since I first joined), and to allow us to chat without all the side conversations. So, if Aula agrees, and I apologize for doing this, but I'd appreciate it if you retracted your introduction of my priest; we'll be at the island shortly, and the RP won't die in the meantime, so it would be really helpful if everyone could wait a little bit.

Now then, Aula, if you would care to reply to my horrid post, I would be more than happy to start moving towards this door, and our merry adventure

OOC: Hi guys sorry been gone past couple of days, and sorry for an OOC with no IC. I will make an IC a bit later, again apolagies

ooc: Just for movement's sake it would be better to kick the plot moving some more rather than spending most of the first thread just getting to the gate.

ic: Jodhan nudged Ren back "Yes but you were eating and it is rude to speak with your mouth full!" he teased in return, sitting down on the ground cross legged and waiting for everyone else to turn up. Jodhan removed from his bag a leather bound book with a small lock on it, waving his hand over the lock it unlocked. He flipped through several pages in large wads before getting to a blank page in his sketching section. Digging out a small stick of charcoal he started sketching out the people present. It wasn't to terribly detailed, just basic stuff that he might remove later.

OOC: sorry its not much best i can do at the moment

IC:As Sarah stood there leaning on her sword the new, strange girl completley ignored her and her questions, she also seemed completley un bothered by the amount of redied weapons around her. In all honesty Sarah was quite annoyed about her questions being ignored and her face showed it. Stabbing the sword into the soft earth she placed her fingers together, outstreched and clicked them she then flexed them before picking up the Sword again. Walking up to the gate to... wherever it led she grabbed a hold of it and shook it. It was firmly locked, it was a dull and boring metal gate.

If she was honest she was getting impatiant and was wandering what was taking Karst so long. It looked like Big-Tree had made a new friend in the strange girl Alyssa. Sarah sighed out of boredom and walked over to a part of the island that looked out over the water. She was stood amongst some flowers and various fauna. She figured she would get some sword practice in. She began to swipe and stab in various ways incorporating spins and other types of acrobatic moves into the sword play.

OCC: best that I can do as well.

Adam looked at the direction Sarah was in. He seen her sword play and walked up to her, he noticed some strange new fauna and what she was doing. He was disappointed by the dead plants and possible edible plants.
"Uhm.. Sarah, excuse me. I believe I would like to study these strange plants." He looked at her, he noticed how her golden armor shined and how she moved in it. He place his hands to his sides and to where the hilt of his sword was. "Or... how about a bit of sparing, sword play? I think we could teach other some things about it?" He said. He unsheathed his sword, he looked at the golden sparkle it had on the hilt, how straight the blade is and how sharp it could be. He placed it in the ground by his feet and smiled at her and readied his sword. If she turned down the offer then he would put his sword away.

He admired her weapons. Golden arrows, a golden bow and a quiver, along with a beautiful sword. He admired it, but wondered if she took admiration to the sword he received from the legion.

[ooc] Forgive the contentless post. Been a bit.. distracted lately. It happens from time to time, but I always come back. Darkom's right about the control, and, in that respect, I'm asking that nobody post until our final arrival, DarkNova50, posts up tomorrow. Always bad when your own RP gets away from you a bit, eh? He, Darkom's guy and Karst will all be on the second boat, it that's okay with everyone. And possibly if it isn't! Hehe.. Anyway, I'm back. Expect activity again tomorrow morning.. er.. later today.. or whatever. [/ooc]

OOC: Well Aula, you certainly know how to put on the pressure. Nobody post until DarkNova does indeed...now I've probably got a dozen angry little eyes all burrowing into the back of my skull. Anyway, here's the introduction post for my character. Sure, it's a bit long, but...who cares?

IC: Felicity stumbled awkwardly through the streets of Bravil, wide eyed and nearly in shock with what she was seeing all around her. True, she’d been in Cyrodiil for nearly a week now, but most of that had been spent travelling through forests to the east – a pleasure in itself, when compared to the desolate wastes of Morrowind – but this city...it was something else.

It was filled with people, Humans just like her. They were just walking around, chatting, completely free, and without so much as a damned knife-ear in sight. Who knew a place like this even existed? It made her want to travel further west, deeper into Cyrodiil, maybe even see the Imperial City...if those other places were anything like Bravil, she wanted to see them all.

But it was a luxury she couldn’t afford. For all she knew, those motherless elves could already know she was in Bravil, and just be waiting to drag her back to Vvardenfell, out of the sunlight and back into the mines...

Felicity bowed her head as she drew up the large hood of her cloak. The people she’d talked to said that whoever was leading this ‘adventure’ should be waiting near the Bravil docks, and that’s exactly where she started towards. She’d spent a painful amount of time over the last two months in the holds of ships, being sealed away, cramped with the rest of the cargo. But if it helped her get away from those Dunmer, then she was willing to go through it all again, one more time.

As she neared the docks, she could make out a small handful of figures, with the faint silhouette of a ship further off in the water. There was a very peculiar looking, white Khajiit amongst those present, along with what looked like an elderly old man. Were these the people she was looking for? How should she go about addressing them?

“Uh, excuse me, ma’am?” she asked, addressing the woman rather than the man. She’d always been more comfortable around Khajiit and Argonians, but right now her heart was racing, and she could barely keep her voice steady. “Are...are you the one looking for adventurers, ma’am?” She did her best to keep her bruises hidden from sight, pulling her hands into the oversized sleeves of her cloak, hiding her face behind hood and hair – though not particularly well. If they saw the kind of state she was in, they might think something was wrong, and decide not to take her. Then what the hell would she do?

“I can handle myself alright in a fight, if that’s what you’re looking for, ma’am. And I promise, I won’t be any trouble for you or yours!” For the first time, Felicity looked up and met the Khajiit’s eyes with her own.

“Please...just, let me come with you.”

[ooc] 'Insania' entry on Xelinar's up in the OP. Keep checking back for more updates. I'll try to do one for the important sidepeople and various other things of interest like new plants/creatures or materials as they come up in posts. If you have no clue what I'm on about, chances are there's an entry for it! If I forget, PM me until I do it! Also, put a couple meaningless ticks in the quest log just to have something there. That'll change a lot, too. Playing with the formatting at the moment. That blue squiggle's the current 'In Progress' marker. Checkmark should be obvious. If not, shame on you four and a half times.

Also, for your patience, you guys rule. [/ooc]

Karst couldn't help but be enchanted by the overall mood of her party at the dock. The Argonian in the water, the bard up on the bow making epic proclamations, Iver and Ren poking fun at one another. She turned back to her brother, standing dutifully like the soldier he was, waiting for her to say goodbye. She hugged him as tight as she could with both of them all armored up, and he returned the gesture fondly, resting his hand on the back of her head briefly as they embraced..

"I love you, brother," she muttered quietly, embarrassed to say such a thing in earshot of her new party. He smiled and scruffed her hair.

"Love you, too, sis. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Karst pulled away and nodded. Part of her didn't want to leave. She wanted him to come with her and be by her side as she ventured into wherever it was she was going. Something about leaving him again made her feel weird and uneasy.

"Better, go, sis. Ride's leavin' without ya," Zant added, and she spun on her heel to see the boat beginning to move. She sprinted down the dock, but arrived too late to vault into the boat. Her hands fell to her sides and she huffed indignantly, then crossed her arms and jutted her hip out to her right, annoyed.

"Mother-[censored]in' hell!" she spurted, snarling. Her hands went out straight at her sides, hands balled to fists, and she turned to stomp back down the docks. Reaching her brother, the peeved Khajiit jerked a thumb over her shoulder, "You see that crap? I'm gonna whack someone good for this when I get there!"

"'Ello there! You here 'bout that door business?" a voice spoke up nearby. Karst and Zant's heads both turned to the hooded male figure standing nearby. The woman extended her hand and grasped the wrinkled one of the human elder. In shaking his hand, she nodded in confirmation and laughed barkingly.

"Heh, yeah, you could say that," she smiled at the old man and nodded at the boat getting smaller on the horizon, "My merry little band up and left me behind. Good thing I lined up my own boat ahead of time. Didn't expect I'd need two, but," she shrugged, "Seems that's the case. Climb in."

Within a mere few moments, as she was giving another farewell to Zan'Tarre, another person came up to her, frail looking as the first, but differently so. This was a woman, young and, from her voice, she guessed human. Her voice faltered when she spoke.

“Uh, excuse me, ma’am?” she piped up, and Karst gave the girl her full attention, “Are...are you the one looking for adventurers, ma’am?”

The female.. whatever she was.. kept tugging at her hood and sleeves, as if trying to hide herself from view, as though ashamed of something on her body.

“I can handle myself alright in a fight, if that’s what you’re looking for, ma’am. And I promise, I won’t be any trouble for you or yours!” the woman pledged. Looking up, Karst got the first look at her eyes, and a chill went up and down her spine from skull to tail. Her eyes were dark green, haunted, scarred and scared. At the same time, however, the Champion could see strength and desperate determination behind those green eyes as well. Her ears went back a notch and her tail fell still behind her. She swallowed hard.

“Please...just, let me come with you.” the human pleaded. Karst almost burst out crying right then and there. Striding the short distance to her, Karst put her hand firmly on the girl's cloaked shoulder and looked her in the eyes briefly, then hugged her tightly.

"I don't know what you've been though, honey, but you're safe now," the cat whispered in her ear, then let go and tugged on her sleeve, "C'mon. Let's be off."