OCC: My internet got disconnected throughout the whole day :/ now i have to catch up.

ICC:

A man Adam knew only as Azreal Wolf came up to him.
"“I can't believe it's you Adam...I heard what you did, your...Your just as much a hero as Karstine, it's a pleasure to meet you, really.” He said.
"No I am not, a hero? pahh. I only did what I had too, I did what I love, I protected my mages and those legion soldiers and healed them, saved them... the ones I could. At the induction ceremony I turned down the titles of Hero of the Imperial City Aboretum. Arena and Elven Gardens districts, and Champion of the Legion. Turned them down but I accepted these weapons. I would like to tell you about the story some day, but please, do not call me a hero, I just did what I had to do during this crisis.." Adam spoke, shaking the hand of Azreal. He could see in his eyes he despised Adam but would not care, no one really knew that Adam could svck or absorb the life out of anyone with his hands when he casts his spells.

Even Restoration has a darkside he thought to himsel. Next, the Nord introduced himself as Iver and shook Adam's hand.
"Greetings Adam, my name is Iver and I think I'll let the others introduce themselves," Iver then reached out his own hand to shake Adam's, thinking nothing of it. Though he did find his part about the Oblivion Crisis mention to be rather intriguing, and figured he reiterate that topic sometime along the road, wanting to know the whole story. After shaking hands with Adam, a strange looking Imperial came up and offered his own hand, though, he did so with a rather strange remark. Adam shook his hand, telling the same thing to Iver, though he knew he heard his speech to Azreal.

Adam looked at Karst as she jumped up onto a table and begain to speak.

"Hey, everyone who's here about the posters, shut up an' listen!" she yelled, thankful she had a powerful voice for her size. "Anyone who thinks we're here on some kind of epic quest summons, you're horridly wrong. Truth is, I have no idea where in hell I'm taking you lot," she began, just speaking as something came to her. She jerked a thumb in the direction of the bay nearby. "There's an island out there in the Niben with a gate on it, and Gods only know what's beyond it. All I know is I need you guys to get past it and figure out what's behind it. My reasons are my own, but unless you've got a reason of yours, I'd honestly suggest leaving. I have no doubt it'll probably be dangerous there. No one will think less of you if you cut and run now. If you're still interested, meet me at the docks in a few minutes."

Adam looked at her, he thought he'd surprise her on the island. He put up his hood, shook the hands of the small group and excused himself. Adam walked outside the tavern and through the gates. Past the bridge he seen a dock, with workers and more then a few boats. He seen someone else already en route to the island, so Adam decided to go ahead too.

"You, take me to that island!" He requested, the dockworker was an argonian. The worker started to paddle and Adam sat down and would paddle too to get there faster.

The pahmar smiled in return at Karst’s words, politely rebuffing his apology stating she was unused to non-upright Khajiit; well he didn’t want to start off on the wrong paw, under any normal circumstance this would be the last on his mind but, since he reckoned he’d be stuck with the majority of these people for quite a while it would be to his detriment to have enemies. Most of his kind had little love for two-legs, at least that was their reputation outside of Elsweyr’s borders; fierce, intelligent predators, who’d sooner rip your face off as talking to you. Ren’ didn’t mind them as long as they didn’t denounce him as some insentient animal he’d remain cordial, of course he knew ignorance when he saw it. His slipping into his own thoughts was quickly thwarted as Karst returned entering the tavern with another Khajiit, all decked out in Akaviri armor, or at least that was what it was marketed as; Ren’ doubted most things claimed to be of Akaviri origin. His attention was on the leader of this group as she stated the reason for their summons.

The pahmar had noticed the island of which Karst spoke, or rather the hazy silhouette of it somewhere in the middle of the bay. The speech was commendable, to the point and proper; no nonsensical word flinging, politicians should take heed of this. His attention was snapped from Karst and towards a Khajiit that crouched before him. Ren had taken the liberty to sit down, on the floor but even so he’d reach most people to abdomen as far as height went. This was the one that had criticized the Imperial’s out-of-place courting behavior that had earned a small +1 in the pahmar’s book, the other feline then asked a question which Ren’ at first almost thought was rhetorical.

“Yes.” He answered plainly pale blue-grey eyes fixing on the other.

“True, most of us don’t see much of a future outside the borders.” He stated through a half-smile, taking a whiff of the other’s hand as he had with Karst earlier.

This was of course true, his kind lacked hands and in a world catered to bipedal creatures those like him had limited futures beyond the society where they were more or less treated equally. After a short pause the pahmar decided perhaps heading to the docks might be a good idea Karst deserved some breathing room after all she had been swamped by people the entire morning, rising to his feet his forepaws gently kneading the wood beneath him.

“I’m heading for the docks, if we’re going the same way.” He left the sentence open; it was an invitation to follow if the other, Jodhan preferred, if not it wasn’t much of a loss. “Name’s Renrij’Va, just call me Ren’.” His name didn’t have the most cordial meaning if one spoke Ta’agra; it was as much a title as a name, but such it was with the majority of Khajiiti names.

Clengo breathed a sigh of relief at Karst's acknowledgement and Karst sighed similarly, glad she'd not angered him. She didn't want to fight someone in a bar that cut themselves and smeared it on people.

"Then my oath is sincere," he said, pulling his arm slowly away, letting her hand slip from his wrist. "My Chief, my life is yours," he continued, placing his bleeding hand at his heart. "May this bond bring us great victory in the trials to come."

He seemed, in the moment that followed, to become suddenly embarrassed, as though only just realizing this was abnormal in these parts. When he spoke more, he sounded almost apologetic to her.

"I...this is our tradition. I am from Valenwood. I do not know the many-ways of the world yet. In oath-taking, it is important that I show no fear, for fear betrays dishonesty and insincerity,"

He paused and looked at his hand, dripping blood onto the floor, then back to her eyes.

"This was the greatest gift I could offer you, I hope you accept. If so, I should be off to the island to await you."

Karst nodded, suppressing the urge to wipe the blood off herself.

"I accept it gratefully, Clengo. Thank you," she said kindly, reaching up gently to pat his arm, "I know how it feels to be in a strange land with strange customs. I'm from Elsweyr. Just let me know if anyone gives you crap about your ways and I'll thump some sense into them." She smiled, indicating this was mostly a joke. With that, she shouldered her pack and stood, pushed in her chair and fished a moderate handful of gold from her pocket. Tapping the innkeeper on the shoulder with her other hand, she deposited the coins on the bar and smiled.

"Thanks for letting me take over your place for a couple hours. Sorry for any inconvenience," she offered by way of thanks, "Take care."

Trotting to the door, the small feline smacked her brother in the chestplate and opened the door.

"Ladies first," she offered with a sly grin. The bigger cat pulled a smile and effortlessly lifted her up, slinging her over his shoulder as she yelled Ta'agran and Cyrodiilic obscenities at him for his actions. He set her down in the middle of the street with a plop of mud splashing up about her boots and laughed when she scowled at him.

"You don't gotta show off just 'cause you're bigger, you know," she hissed playfully. Zan'Tarre shrugged nonchalantly.

"You stop being a [censored] for five minutes and I'll consider it," he shot back casually, garnering a satisfying offended huff from the green eyed cat. Karst spat a few more curses at him and punched him in his unarmored arm as hard as she could. Reflexively, he rubbed it. For someone so small, she could hit pretty hard.

"Bastard," she muttered.

"harlet," he replied, and got his tail pulled. He laughed again, "Love you, sis.."

"The hell you do, you ass," she accused, but smiled and giggled. They made their way towards the docks jabbing at each other and chatting like this for a good few minutes. Once there, Karst looked about and tilted her head.

"Thought there'd be more here. People didn't take off already, did they?" she thought aloud, noticing the Nordic man from earlier. She waved and made her way over to him to wait for the others.

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[ooc] Now, everybody, meet your new Madgod. Do be patient with him, he's going through a lot. If you were in the first one, you recognize this post, but it was too epic for me to leave alone. [/ooc]

- New Sheoth, Palace of Sheogorath -

Garbed in his usual black-and-red outfit, Haskill fiddled with the chain about his neck as he casually watched the grown man before him cry. This was the third outburst like this within the month. He sighed. Sitting on the floor against the throne of his title, his face in his hands and his long white hair hiding his expression, Dunken sobbed hysterically.

"It's not fair, Haskill!" The Madgod roared, his voice quickly dropping to a somber squeak, "He took my cheese.."

Ever calm, the chamberlain approached and knelt by his Lord, placing a hand on the mer's armored shoulder.

"I know, my Lord, and you have my greatest condolences at your loss." Haskill began, pondering how to calm him down, "Perhaps a new vault could be built here, in the city? We could have it filled within the month."

Quickly, Haskill took a step back as Dunken stood up without warning, grabbing him under the shoulders and lifting him to eye level, a foot and a half off the ground. As he stared into the Madgod's red eyes, he could see rage and sorrow within them. Dunken's face was contorted into a shape that fit these emotions well.

"You don't understand, Haskill.. He. Took. My. CHEESE!" Releasing his loyal servant, Dunken paced about the room, the fires from the yellow and purple torches lining the edges of the throne room casting strange reflections off the faces on his Madness armor as he turned this way and that. Haskill himself landed with feline grace when he was dropped, straightening his suit and listening patiently.

"What's the point in living if I can't have my cheese? I.. I might as well just give up. Tell him he's won," Dunken said hopelessly, stroking his white goatee until hairs started coming off in his hands. Green mist began drifting off his body in wisps, slowly curling into emerald fire. As he continued to pace, the flames became a firestorm around him, swirling angrily about his frame. He threw his arms into the air in the middle of the room, illuminating the chamber with green.

"I know what must be done!" Dunken's voice boomed from the flames, "I'll burn the realm, leave him nothing! His ducks can face apocalypse, along with everyone else! Give the order and send the clowns, Haskill, my will must be done!"

"Or we could just kill the ducks and get it back, Father," a voice like silk interjected. The ball of fire around the Madgod dissipated into butterflies, which quickly fled the room. Dunken looked up and smiled at the newcomer, who was leaning casually on the stone ledge of the Mania-side entryway. Haskill breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, Prince Xelinar. As usual, your timing is impeccable," the balding man stated, "I assume you have a plan as well?"

Leaping the wall into the light of the room, an unusual creature approached Dunken; smooth, jet black skin covered his body, the purity of it broken by dark red veins and glowing runes that appeared to have been burned into his flesh. The creature was a scant five and a half feet tall, clad in a black, sleeveless robe, a starkly contrasting thing of masculinity and feminine grace in one body. He flashed a smile and a mouth full of jagged teeth.

"According to Greldar, the 'kitty lady' as you called her has almost gotten her party together. I suspect they will arrive in the realm before noon," the half-Dremora spoke coolly, black eyes sparkling, "Let's hope they don't die as hilariously the other three groups did, shall we?"

"See, Haskill? These things work themselves out on their own, like I said. No need to get so worked up," Dunken chastised his chamberlain and turned to face his son, "See to it that they get my cheese back."

He smiled to the Pahmer "Great to meet you Ren." Jodhan spoke in excellent Ta'agra. Just to make it easier for them to communicate. "I am Jo'Dhanar. You can call me Jodhan." he moved his hand back to his side and stood upright, he was trying to show respect towards the Pahmer, something he doubted the male would have received from many people. "As for a future, well it is how you make it and those whom you hang around with." he started toward the door and held it open for the Pahmer. "So what part of Elsweyr do you come from?" He was not trying to be nosy but there was a good deal of curiosity in his voice.



ooc: Bold is Ta'agra

Ic: The Cathay-raht was cordial he had give the warrior feline that, honestly Ren’ was unused to pleasantries, he rarely sought civilized company and so social graces was not exactly his forte even if it was going well. As the other spoke and in Ta’agra at that the pahmar was glad at least one spoke a language he could express himself in without too much thinking. Cyrodillic with Ta’agra grammar doesn’t really sound right but then neither would the opposite.

“Pleasures all mine, Jodhan.” replied the hunter with a brief smile then the two headed for the door, “Truer words were never spoken.” Ren added to the other’s snippet of wisdom.

Nodding a silent ‘thank you’ as the door was held opened for him. Stepping into the street and towards the docks he heard yet another question flung his way, he found it a little bit intrusive but noted that Jodhan was probably just gripped with kitten-like curiosity.

“I hail from the forests around Torval.” The pahmar replied gaze shifting up at his travelling companion.

“Yourself?” he added after a short pause as they got closer to the docks. It was sort of relaxing speaking his own language then he didn’t have to think so much about adjusting grammar, syntax and other linguistic differences when translating his thoughts into Cyrodillic.

Ooc: Bold is Ta'agra.

He followed Ren down to the dock, the Pahmer had surprising intellect which was an excellent thing! He paused a moment when he was asked where he came from, unsure if the Pahmer had heard of where he had lived or the nasty business that had once been happening and out of all honesty still happened. "Well, erm..I come from Morrowind. I wasn't born in Elsweyr unfortunately. Born at a place called Tel Vos, where I trained as a Spellsword. No slaves or anything there, everyone works for their pay and can quit whenever they want. Independence is a must though as if you cannot survive on your own you won't do well there." He hoped this wouldn't taint the Pahmer's view of him, but then he was being straight up and honest. "So what was it like being born in Elsweyr and living in there?" He asked, swaying his tail about gently.

He looked down toward his companion, language was not much of an issue while the ta'agra was difficult at first for him to learn he was getting the hang of speaking it. Much like he did with cyrodillic. A nasty smell greeted his nose as well as the joyful sounds of two khajiit seemingly fighting one another. Looking over to where it was, it was Karst and the male before whom seemed to have some playful intones with their fighting. Well, then he realized with something that was said that they were related! Well, awkward thought mistaking brother and sister for partners. Luckily he didn't actually say anything about it.

The pahmar had an intelligence level comparable to their two legged cousins so he wasn’t exactly dumb. The hunter listened as the other explained his origins; coming from Morrowind. That he knew Ta’agra this well slightly surprised the pahmar most Khajiit he met outside of Elsweyr either couldn’t speak it or it was very broken pidgin form of the tongue that Ren’ had difficulties understanding. Jodhan explained how he was trained as a spellsword, this surprised the pahmar he didn’t take the Cathay-raht as being one acquainted with magic. When Jodhan had stated he came from Morrowind the pahmar naturally assumed he was of former slave descent, slavery had been abolished for several years now so many likely weren’t slaves themselves but descended from former slaves, he made no distinction of a person’s worth based upon background.

“You’re accepted as part of society, even if you don’t look like you belong in it.” He smiled glancing at Jodhan, “As for being born there; your position in the pride or tribe if you will, which is decided by family status both close and extended marks you.” He paused briefly gaze turning to the path ahead, “Pride is a more serious matter amongst the northern nomads, but that doesn’t mean us of the southern forest are any lenient about it.” The pahmar explained it felt a little awkward, a bit like telling a foreign-born kitten about its heritage; forgotten far away in a land it has never seen and likely never will see. The sounds of playful joy also reached Ren’s ears diverting his attention to Karst and the male, the hunter just uttered a small chuckle at the siblings playful bickering it reminded the pahmar about how he and his little sister always were at each other’s tails; the large pahmar, and the small alfiq, quite a sight.

OOC: I kinda don't like the Idea of people swimming over to the Island, frankly. I know it could be done in Oblivion, but I always hold to the idea that Oblivion was held back by game mechanics and the world is bigger than that. Also, Sarah is wearing armor, and swimming even in leather armor is not a simple, easy feat for one to perform. Let alone swimming into the middle of a large trade river. Just my take on the matter.

Either way, expect no reply from me until later today. I'll either edit this post, or make a new one, depending on if this is the last.

He had spent time in Elsweyr and learned the language while getting a rather heavy handed whack on the paws every time he got the language wrong. He wasn't of slave descent, at least that was what he thought...and hoped. He felt like a child who was having his own culture explained to him, though he had seen parts of it. Hmm, that wasn't something I had seen when I had traveled there previously, but then I was wary with going into the tribal areas incase I made mistakes or offended the wrong people and wound up on a spike." he said. Quietly he looked around "It seems like a rather strongly bound culture there, wouldn't mind going back some day and experiencing it. So what is your clan like, If..its alright to ask."

ooc: I agree with FC4 on that. it would take an hour or more to get there.

Approaching the dock he could find that a few people had already arrived there along with Karst and her brother. “The further south you go, the north and west really seem like a different world in its own.” Said the feline as he rounded a post and headed down the stairs towards the actual dock. “The southern coast is agrarian farmlands and settled cities, especially Senchal are huge; a place most humans and elves would regard as civilized.” he exhaled, "I reckoned that was where you spent the majority of your time.” He paused then as he made his way down wards careful not to trip over his own feet; going head first down a flight of stairs was not easy. “For the record; I don’t think you would’ve offended anyone.” The pahmar reassured the spellsword with a complementing smile; however that smile soon dimmed as another question shot his way but this one a little more personal.

“They’re dead.” He began although he spoke quietly, yet his voice was plain not betraying what felt about the subject. Actually the matter was infinitely more complicated than that, it was just his standard reply to a question concerning ‘them’ a topic he’d rather not and had not discussed with anyone. Firstly though they weren’t dead at all; more over it was the opposite that the pahmar was the one that was dead in the eyes of his tribe, in the eyes of all of them with the exception of his sister.

As Iver sat there on the docks, engulfing the beautiful view the gate had created in the mist, such strange colors, even from afar. The docks had grown ever quieter, with only a few other dock hands actually working now. The aroma of merchant ships was somewhat better, though the awful smell that was Bravil was still lingering in the midst.

After awhile, the Kahjiit he had been talking to earlier showed up, minded him no attention and simply dove into the water and swam the way to the island.

I thought cats hated water? He thought with a slight grin.

Not as soon as he had gotten rid of his grin, had that strange Imperial came up the docks, ripped a board from the little pier and used some eye popping magic to float his way over to the island, again though, not minding any attention to Iver.

Well fine, you weren’t invited into my boat anyway.

Later, he sat there on the edge of the dock, admiring the view once more, savoring that last bit of mead for the very last moment. And just like that, his last moment came, surprisingly faster then he had expected, or wanted. But it was Karst, and another Kahjiit, though they acted much friendly to each other then normal adventurers who just met do.

Non the less, she waved at Iver and he acknowledged it, chugging the last bit of mead before placing the mug on the dock. He started his way over to her to finally introduce himself.

“Evening Karst,” Iver started, with a friendly smile, “And friend, I’m Iver Letholdus the Defender. I had wanted to introduce myself sooner, though you were quite busy.”

Jodhan cringed when the Pahmer said they were dead. It was a flat tone to the answer that seemed to come off slightly blunt. Hopefully I haven't intruded to close. he thought and looked out to the docks as they approached them. He felt that that the response was something more to it but he wouldn't push on it. Such things were definitely not something you pushed on, but it was reassuring that he might not offend anyone if he took a trip into Elsweyr's jungles and tribes. "I didn't mean to bring up any negative memories with that. Didn't mean to get to personal, bad habit of curiosity." he responded and looked around. He tried to put on a reassuring smile to the Pahmer "So what do you do? Are you a Hunter or adventurer?"

OOC: Okay, I will certainly not mind Shadow's method. And I will give Ytt credit, that was a damn fine, creative way to get to the island. Telekinetic board surfing. Now to try and respond to it all.

IC: A series of splashes snapped Richard and Alex out of their bored minds, Richard knocking an arrow but not pulling it taunt. Alex gripped the hilt of his sword and whirled towards the sound, shield slightly raised. The splash did not sound like a fish...

A woman, of Imperial descent based on her complexion and too-yellow-to-be-Nordic hair, approached along the trodden rocky path of the island, about the only part of it NOT covered in moss and strange fungi-like plants. She wore a golden armor that Alex had never seen before, but doubted it was befitting of the warrior her weapons indicated. Her midriff, collar, and lower thighs were terribly exposed. It honestly got him more aroused than intimidated; looked more like it belonged in a brothel than on a battlefield.

“Hello guys nice day for a swim huh” The woman said as she wrung the water out of her hair. Richard and Alex both raised eyebrows into their helms, perplexed. But just as they were about to say something, there was more splashing. A red-haired woman in a white shirt and plain skirt appeared from behind some of the larger, bushier plants, but she mustn't have been the source of the splashing as it continued on behind her. Is this a perverse dream brought on by drink? With two pretty women appearing on the island out of nowhere, Alex felt it a valid thought. How in Oblivion did they get here?

And then the ginger changed. In a flash of dull emerald light, she became a dark-haired Breton. Not a moment later a Khajiit came from the water, sopping wet. The splashing had stopped. He was bare -and hairy- chested, with gauntlets of a make Alex had never seen. He just walked on up the path, ignoring the two Bravilian guardsmen who were by now both gapping at the people, and sat on a rocky outcropping. "So, miss," the called out to one of the women, "what brings you to this gate?" This brought on a series of statements from the woman that made little sense, and when she held her head at its conclusion as if pained, neither guard reacted. They got to know one another well during their time on this rock, and neither of them trusted mages. Particularly female ones.

"What brings all of you to this gate?" Richard commanded, his arrow still knocked but loose and pointing at the ground. "We were not told of the Count sending another search party."

"And how in the name of the Divines did you two manage to swim out here... particularly in that armor?" Alex was looking over the golden clad woman as he said this, hand still on the hilt of his sword and a mixture of admiration, suspicion, and disapproval on his face. But before any of them could answer another man came, clad in a brown travelers cloak and dry as could be. At least the face-changing Breton had damp shoes. Alex did not like any of this. The man spoke of her little 'trick', probably referencing her changing. Both guards narrowed their eyes. How long has he been out of sight?

And then the mention of Karst clicked in Alex's mind. The captain had been sent into the gate after Karst had set out posters for her adventure. In was the first time the Count and his men had heard of the gate, those posters. The Count and Captain had never given orders pertaining to Karst, though. They were supposed to watch the gate and await the Captain's return with information.

"Are all of you with this Karst? Who is she, and what does she seek to do in Bravilian waters?" Alex inquired, removing his hand from the hilt of his sword.

OOC: Best I could do.

OOC: Now, I'm really NEVER one to complain, but its pretty damn hard for me to make a worthy post when nobody responds to my own posts. I'm not saying, "Well I'm important so you HAVE to respond." But, please, for the sake of continuity and good flow, could everyone PLEASE at least skim all posts beforehand. That is all.

IC: Big-Tree decided it best to not interfere with Karst, she had clearly stated that her reasons were her own, as were the reasons for the others. Big-Tree got up from his seat and proceeded out of the inn, and into the muddy streets of Bravil. The sun was out now, the mist had perished, a sort of unhappy feeling came over Big-Tree. He always loved gloomy days, Maybe it'll be gloomy on the other side of the door! He thought, once again he was cheerful.

Soon enough he was at the docks, many of the others had gathered there. Karst was speaking to another Khajiit, he was clad in fantastic armor. It looked Akaviri, Big-Tree had always wanted a piece of Akaviri armor. "Que hede alam eedam ala gala", Big-Tree spoke in Glosslalia. It was an utterance of a sort of spell taught to him by the Pilgrims of New Sheoth. He was looking at the back-plate of the Khajiit that Karst was talking to.

Clang

A perfect back-plate fell not but two feet in front of Big-Tree, the same kind worn by the Khajiit, "Thank you, Pilgrim Patrick." The Redguard man who helped Big-Tree receive "the gift" of Glosslalia. Big-Tree picked up the piece of armor and fumbled with it, finally getting it attached to his back.

Walking to the edge of the dock, Big-Tree was next to... a Pahmer. One of the less seen Khajiit "breeds". "Good evening, my friend. It is rare to see one your kind this far from Elsweyr. It is good to see even the strangest of things in such a normal land as Cyrodiil." Big-Tree spoke, trying his best not to sound offending. He also looked over to Karst, "Karstine Zeterra. I am Big-Tree, I fought in the Oblivion Crisis on the borders of Morrowind. It was the deeds of you and your fellow champions that allowed my crew and I too fight." He did respect the half-bred Khajiiti very much. After all, were it not for the deeds of the Champions... there would be no Tamriel.

Clengo found himself at the docks, standing along with four Khajiit, a Redguard, an Argonian, and a tall man that he knew to be a Nord. Two of the Khajiit, including the ferocious lion-looking one, were speaking to one another in a tongue Clengo had never heard before. He opened his mouth to say something, but seeing that he only stood a few inches above the lion-Khajiit's own shoulder, and that the feline was probably---easily---four times his own weight, he closed it again and approached the Nord instead. He waited politely for the Nord to finish speaking with the Chief before he introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Clengo," he said cheerfully, holding his small hand out for the Nord to shake, which he was sure would feel like shaking hands with a giant. "Is this your boat? May we travel with you to the island?"

Ren noted the other’s cringe at his answer, perhaps he in hindsight had been a bit blunt but the slight hint of animosity was not directed towards Jodhan at all. An awkward silence followed as usually did when casual conversation came to a grinding halt, “No.” the cat began speaking through a half-sigh, “You didn’t.” he replied to the others apology about bringing up any negative memories. “Curiosity killed the cat.” He put on a half-smile to try and lighten the mood slightly; he genuinely accepted that the other had meant no ill-will by his questions.

Stopping as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he noticed a few people had already started swimming towards the island! No way, was Ren diving into the bay without a very good reason, an ear flickered towards Johan as he spoke up diverting the topic away from the previous moment of awkward silence. “I could say I am both, but hunter is more a lifestyle than a livelihood for me.” Replied the tiger/leopard-like cat, “You’re a spellsword, what does that entail exactly?” the pahmar asked quite curious, he knew it had something to do with magic but what did spellswords do? Were they advisors like Battlemages? Or maybe spies like the Nightblades? Ren had never had any affinity for magic, he couldn’t even conjure a hint of magicka, but he held great respect for those that could. Another voice then caught the cat slightly by surprise he turned around facing an Argonian, or rather an Argonians abdomen gaze tailing up to the others face, what followed was a greeting.

“I suppose strange is good, sometimes.” Ren replied in Cyrodiilic catching his wits, a little perplexed by the lizard’s sudden appearance, as an apex predator he disliked being taken by surprise. Ren' also noticed that the bosmer, which was the only one in the group that the pahmar didn't have to bend his neck to get eye contact with was staring at him, as if the mer wanted to say something but no word came and the elf left, leaving the cat mentally shrugging. The reptile moved on to address Karst and so the pahmar’s attention returned to Jodhan, as well as the waters and the question on how to get to the island; preferably without swimming!

After talking to Karst and finally letting her know he will be accompanying her to the gate, he turned to see the Bosmer who had sliced his own hand not so long ago. The scent of his blood still lingered in the air.

"Hi, I'm Clengo, is this your boat? May we travel with you to the island?"

From such a close angle, Iver managed to get a good look at just how small Bosmer were, standing nearly two feet taller then Clengo.

"Hi Clengo," Iver started, with his ever so custom smile, reaching out to shake his hand, "I'm Iver Letholdus the Defender, nice to meet you." With that, Iver looked around and noticed more people coming from the tavern.

Good, we're about to get started.

"Of course you can travel with me! It's why I got the boat." Iver let out a happy sigh, for his just spotted the tiger looking creature he had seen while entering the tavern.

I wonder if I can pet him?

OOC: its 10:15 AM right now where I am, while its busy Im most likely sleeping. so its hard to keep up right now. I skimmed the posts because I woke up two hours early, someone give me a brief run down on what happened? everyone at the island? and I need to go to work in a few hours and might be on later tonight around 6PM my (Saskatchewan) time.

That was an interesting question! It was thankful it broke the awkward silence that had come from before, but in some ways he could understand how the Pahmer felt, hell he was a bastard child after all! He had to think, what did being a spellsword exactly entail? "Well, we sit between Mages and battle mages. We are not full spell slinging mages that have our faces buried in books but we aren't front line heavily armoured warriors either. We strike a better balance in what we use, not walking tanks with our hands lit on fire or throwing out something sinister. I however had a natural talent and deeper pools of magic to draw from so I was trained more along the lines of magic, with more physical things added in as to not limit myself on my Birthsigns curse. I use swords and armour and play with alchemy, which mind you I can create some nice potions and elixirs. Heck, given time I could scribe some runes into your bracers and give them an enchantment at some point if you desired and we had a soul gem suited for it, if you desired." the larger feline said, turning his head to face another whom had come up behind only to go towards the nord. "I do not mean to ramble, but yeah.. it can be full on. I admire hunters, especially hunters like you, I imagine you don't hunt without need rather than just kill for the fun of it."

He crouched down for a moment, waiting it seemed. "So! Are we all taking the boat at the same time?" he asked Iver.

OOC: Me, Venix, Thief, FC4, and Shadow are on the island at the moment. Everyone else is getting in a boat to travel to the island. So nothing much missed. That's really all that's happened.

OCC: Sweet, so I didn't miss much, whilst trying to read and get ready for work xD will be back on later

The explanation given made sense, somewhat of a multi-purpose support unit in an army, not the heavy hitter but neither the weak healer. Sounded quite sensible and well suited if you found yourself in very different situations; like what often happened to adventurers. “I know alchemy too, but only the properties of the herbs, fungi, minerals and other essences. As is obvious I’d have trouble brewing potions.” The pahmar chuckled. “If I should come across a soul gem of suited caliber I might take you up on the offer.” Replied the feline, glancing towards the Nord by the edge of the dock before his attention returned to Jodhan, saying he admired hunters, but Ren' got slightly confused what he mean with ‘hunters like him’. But then as the other Khajiit continued the meaning of his words became apparent.

“Yes, I don’t hunt if I am not hungry. It would be detrimental for me if prey became hard to get would it not?” he smiled weakly, “I am not religious, but I don’t want to test the boundaries of Hircine’s patience should I somehow offend him.” Ren’ added quietly, despite not adhering to any faith he knew better than to test the limits of vengeful spirits who could be quite dangerous if crossed. Attention shifting to the Nord who was in charge of the boat which would carry then across the water without having touch it, Ren's aversion for water was not because he couldn't swim, he just disliked being submerged in the transparent and often quite cold liquid.

Getting to know Clengo better, Iver soon came to like the rather small creature, and didn't think him odd for cutting his hand or screaming in the tavern. After a good chunk of time, Iver soon noticed that both the Kahjiit and his tiger-like friend were starring at him. He had never seen such a being, but it was obvious it was some type of Kahjiit, just one he wouldn't raffle with. None the less, that didn't stop him. He also noticed a Redguard who spawned a chest plate made from the same material as Karst's brother. It was rather strange of him, but he turned his attention back to the Kahjiit's, who we're no inquiring about going to the island.

"So! Are we all taking the boat at the same time?"

"Only on one condition," Iver said, nearly bursting out in smiles, "You're friend promises to let me ride him through the gate." And with that, Iver knew he would get what was coming to him, but it was worth a try. He tried to signal to the Kahjiit that he was merely kidding by laughing a bit, though his offer was still serious.

"I guess if no one else is coming, then we should be on our way though." He turned to everyone gathered, to see if someone didn't like the idea of setting off just yet. The sun was in full swing though, beating overhead, so he knew paddling this boat would be difficult to do, yet it still had to be done. Unless someone got that Imperial to come over and do that trick he did with the plank, but one the boat, which was unlikely.

OOC: Oh I don't blame anyone, I know timezones can be a [censored]. I guess I was just a bit frustrated, but anyways. On with the story!


IC: Big-Tree was simply sitting at the docks' edge, his feet hanging in the water. He had heard that three members of the party had swam to the island! "They must be part Argonian to go that distance." He chuckled out loud. He sipped his brandy, feeling the warmth of the alcohol flood his core. The water was absolutely freezing, how Sarah had managed to get that far was beyond him. However, the armor of the Auriel was told to be of the lightest of metals, and hard as a dragon's hide. Only enchanted weapons could truly harm it.

Big-Tree picked up a few flat rocks from the shallow water. He took one in his right hand, and flung it straight as an arrow on the surface of the calm water. It must have skipped a few good yards before sinking. He did this with each rock, he even managed to hit a duck resting on the water, scaring the living hell out of it. All in good fun my feathered friend! Once more he chuckled to himself.


Then, an idea popped into his head as he heard some of the others talking about how they would get to the island. As an Argonian, Big-Tree was not only an incredible swimmer, but he could also breath beneath the icy water. His unnatural strength was also a benefit, he once pulled a Sloop full of Imperial guards into a reef so his own crew could hold them ransom. Not the best example, but they DID deserve damn it!


He jumped up onto the dock and proceeded to tie a well-worked knot around his waist and chest. Then tied the other end to the tip of the boat, jumped in the water, and addressed the group, "If you wish to get to the island, and not have to use your strength, I will take you. I could use the work out, and the peace beneath the water anyways. So, climb in the boat if you wish." With those words said, Big-Tree simply waited for an answer.

"Also, it would make me look quite insane to pull an empty boat across the water. And no doubt the townsfolk would question their own sanity!" Big-Tree added, laughing hard at the last comment.

OOC: looking back on it swimming probably wasn't the most sensible idea but its done now,, also I would like to apologise my posts have been rather dull and very un- descriptive I'm gonna try and change that. Anyway I'm at work right right now but first thing I'm doing when I get home is making an IC