OCC: Sorry, my keyboard or computer is acting up, it will not let me use contractions and question marks, and such. will make an edit, but the dialogue of Adam is in italic and bold letters. sorry for the inconvience

Edit:OCC2: Me too Venix, but I made a short IC

Edit: 2 OCC3: Got my keyboard to work

ICC

Adam got to the island in over an Hour. He fell asleep in his boat and awoke, stepping on the island, it felt different. He seen a strange plant and pick up what looked to be a blue fruit. He put it in his satchel and walked up the path to a Gate, it was just a gate with a door and a lock. He seen Azreal, Sarah, Juhanor the Khajiit, Alexander the Imperial and a young Breton girl.

"Why hello again?" he said, "Nice to see you again Azreal, and Sarah. Iver did not show yet, neither did Karst and the others." He looked at the young breton girl and knelt down, hand on hip and kept his head down. "My fair maiden, I am Adam, I am glad to see someone is with us, someone beautiful and young, full or curiosity. Fear not, I will protect you, maybe teach you a thing about alchemy if your interested, or some healing, but none the less, I am Adam, at your sevice"

He walked to the gate and started to wonder why an Island is here, of all the years he has been in Cyrodiil and passed through this area by ship he never came across the island.

[ooc] Sorry I ignored your Argonian. I recall him speaking to me now, but it slipped my mind in the chaos. Wasn't on purpose, I promise. Also, as a note, when Karst speaks Ta'agra it'll be in [ ] brackets. and if it ever comes up, Dremora language in { }.

Also, what's everyone think of Dunken? I'd expected more of a reaction, honestly. [/ooc]

Karst smiled at the Nord as he waved back.

“Evening Karst,” the Nord approached her, smiling, “And friend, I’m Iver Letholdus the Defender. I had wanted to introduce myself sooner, though you were quite busy.”

She nodded. "Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't expect this much of a turnout for this little adventure of mine. Glad to meet you Iver,"

An Argonian, and a big one at that, came to her shortly after and introduced himself.

"Karstine Zeterra," he addressed her by her full name, "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 to fight."

The Khajiit blushed a bit at this, to which her brother beside her laughed a bit.

"I dunno, we helped, but.." she began, but was cut off by Zant.

"Just say thank you," he advised. She nodded and looked back at Big-Tree.

"Thank you, Big-Tree. I'm.. glad I could help. I look forward to working with another veteran of the Crisis," she said humbly, intentionally referring to him as an equal. Karst watched him quizzically, though, as he attached himself to the bow of the boat and jumped in the water, offering to.. swim them to the island of all things. She couldn't help but giggle a little.

"You don't have to do that. That water must be freezing.." she said, "I'm sure we can manage rowing it."

believe me I know what you mean about time zones, I work when everyone is most active on here, so I’m up early just to get a decent post in before I head off. And because of that ill reply to everything being said to make it all easier for the others to post. sorry it’s taken this long ytt but I didn’t want to post so many in a short time, and fill it up with alot of my posts, just didn’t expect so many to introduce themselves >.> you may have to reply after this post as well venix, just to save posting again with all this going on.

Before the Khajitt could reply to Mia more had arrived, the strange Nord had been there for sometime apparently noticing her spell, and the Bosmer had arrived a little later. What was even stranger was that they all began to speak to her and one of the guards had a bow drawn demanding why they were all at the island. With so many questions all coming in, she couldn't figure out what to do. And all the while this was going; she felt something brush against her mind. For someone who didn’t seem to be recognised, Mia was certainly getting alot of attention.

She covered her face with her palm as she tried to figure out what to do. "And I thought Karst had it bad...” Mia muttered as she tried to clear her mind, and ignore Demona as she would most certainly enjoy pestering her as well. The Nord was standing close and next to her in an odd way, meaning that the man may have been the source of the sensation she felt. When he asked if she could teach him that trick she shook her head.

"I apologise but I can't explain how I do it... I just can, you can say it’s a gift I have had when I was born." she said and then blinked a couple of times when he asked if she was at the meeting, even though he saw her change forms. He must not have seen me in there... she thought and shrugged. "I was there, but no one notices someone plain and not important, which was what I went for so I had already met all of you in a way already as I was there when you all arrived." She replied, before turning to the guard who had asked what they were doing there and if they were with Karst.

"We are all with my friend Karst, and the reason we are here is because we will be heading inside the gate behind you" Mia said to the man and again someone wanted to talk to her. Turning around her eyes narrowed. "You...” she said as the Bosmer went onto one knee. The man who had claimed much, and even had the nerve to not even know about her the one he systematically replaced when she was targeted. Her fist trembled in anger again for a moment before she realised what she was doing... By the Nine... I’m acting just like Demona would... that thought suddenly made her stop and look down at the kneeled Bosmer.

"You are the one Karst took along after the crisis? I would definitely say after because if you were with the champions in the battles leading to being given a chance at a title, I would know you and you would know me because I was one of them." Mia said to him, trying to refrain from snapping at him... that was after all one of Demona's traits not hers. She may be wrong and he was there, but the way he put it, made her wantto put him down a few notches.

"But... I do want to thank you for healing Karst when I was not able to be there. After all if she died none of us would be here at this spot even having this conversation" With everything said to everyone she sighed and looked around to see if anyone else had said anything.

Please be the last for now..

Looks like you made some new friends... that’s cute

Just... shut up for a moment please Demona... I need to think

"You are the one Karst took along after the crisis? I would definitely say after because if you were with the champions in the battles leading to being given a chance at a title, I would know you and you would know me because I was one of them." Mia said to him, trying to refrain from snapping at him... that was after all one of Demona's traits not hers. "But... I do want to thank you for healing Karst when I was not able to be there. After all if she died none of us would be here at this spot even having this conversation" With everything said to everyone she sighed and looked around to see if anyone else had said anything.

"Yes, I was one of the chosen she took along, We fought along side each other for a battle or two during the crisis, then after that she took me on with her mercenary group. I was with her for a few years then told her I would be leaving." He kept his head down, looking at her feet. "But, Maiden, no need to thank me, I did what I did to protect Karst, the mercenary group and those soldiers and people. You have a point, I have no idea where I would be if I haven't met Karst, Milady, thank you. - Your name is?" Adam spoke, he kept his head down and knelt to the young woman. He wondered if she knew what he was doing, if she would say Rise and As you were just to let Adam off his knees. He was being a gentleman after all.

OOC: Jeez, I miss two days and we're at page four? Well, so much for my plan of introducing myself in the tavern, guess I'll have to play catch up :glare: Anyone mind if my guy shows up drunk? Makes missing the majority of the conversations much easier to explain

Will post later, just got done figuring out who is who and what they're doing, now I must spend at least a little bit of time studying, after which I shall make my post here. Thanks, it's good to be back in an RP.

[ooc] Sure, go ahead, Darkom. And Adam, unless he's just bluffing, Karst wouldn't have been with him during the Crisis, just in the merc group. She didn't found that group, merely took it over at some point. [/ooc]

OCC: okay, makes sense, Shadows post confused me, gonna make a third edit

Sarah could certainly see perplexsion on the two Bravilian guards, she couldn’t help but smile. She could see one of the guards, an Imperial roughly about the same age as her if not the same eyeing her up, but not in the sense of her body, more so of what she was wearing and how it would actually benefit anyone in combat. The other guard? She was just sure he was eyeing her up. The island itself was covered in carious moss and fauna, in fact the only part that didn’t seem covered was the rocky path she had walked up and the immediate are they were standing in. Sarah was quite in awe of the strange plants that varied in color from reds to bright pinks and dark greens to light blue’s, it truly was a sight.

From behind her a red haired girl appeared who in a flash changed into a dark haired Breton girl, Sarah fought to shoe no emotion or shock on her face, instead she decided to just nod at the girl, but she decided she would keep an eye on her, she was interested in what this girl’s story was.

"And how in the name of the Divines did you two manage to swim out here... particularly in that armor?" Said the guard who she thought questioned her choice of armor

“Well I swam, this armor isn’t as heavy as it looks, but its damn durable. You know I saw you looking and calculating it, how useful this suit would be in combat. I’m sure you picked the weak ponts? Exposed mid-section, thighs and neck? Well while some like you’re self may question it, it works for my combat style I’m much less restricted in movement which helps me fight as I fight in a very agile and quick way, some may disagree but it works for me. That’s how they taught me to fight after all they…” Sarah stopped there, she nearly said too much, even though she left the legion she was sworn to secrecy about what she had done and what she had been trained to do.

“I’m sorry, I can’t say any more than that, I’m Sarah, part of Karst’s group, we are just waiting for her to arrive. So who might you be?” She inquired to the Imperial man, it was only now she htook a moment to step back and look over him more, he looked strong and quite stocky. Maybe he had lived on a farm when he was younger. While she waited for a reply Sarah stooped down and picked up a pink flower, it was like a rose but it wasn’t. She placed the flower on her right ear, it sat perfectly.

Alex and Richard both took in the answers given to them, by the women no less. Guess they're the dominating type... wait, stop that, already determined this was not a perverse drink-induced illusion. Alex thought to himself, before seeming to relax a little and take a straighter, less coiled-spring poise. Richard, however, kept arrow to the string, point at the dirt. It was easier for Alex to draw his weapon suddenly, and he still didn't trust these people.

"If you are with Karst to explore whatever is beyond that rusted metal, very well then." Richard stated back at Sarah, knowing she was aware of his glances. He'd never been good at hiding his admiration for a woman. Alex was better. However, both of them had a slight issue with women who spoke to much, and Sarah was one such case. Simply saying "Well it suits my battle style" would have sufficed for Richard, Alex was only slightly less perturbed by her lack of pauses for breath. (OOC: if that isn't your intended portrayal, that is how it comes across to me with so few periods and so many run-ons. ) Richard was further displeased when Sarah eyed Alex up, and not him.

"I am Richard Leonatar, Archer of the Bravilian Guard, hailing from Northern Anvil." Richard announced when Sarah asked who they were. "And this is my comrade-"

"Who is quite capable of introducing himself." Alex interjected sharply, at which a mockingly jarred look crossed over Richard's face. "Alexander Darius Herasin." He didn't bother with the rest. It was quite obvious from his garb he was a Bravilian Guard, and who on this rock gave a Scamp's ass where he came from?

"Just to warn you, the Count is aware of Karst's venture, and has no intentions of providing aid after you pass through the gate." Alex spoke not just to Sarah, but to everyone present. "Essentially, it's your choice, your own grave your digging, if that is what becomes of you."

"Sad though that would be, m'lady Sarah." Richard added.

"Our own Captain of the Guard went in not but a week ago, and hasn't returned." Alex mentioned after Richard's flattery, a bit of worry in his voice.

[ooc] I really enjoyed the post with Duncan. I'm also interested in that half-dremora. Was he involved in some prior role plays? [/ooc]

Clengo nodded at the Nord and hoped onto the boat, which rocked under his feet. He scrambled to the prow of the ship, looking across the distance of water, trying to spot the island they were to travel to. He thought he could see it, a small unassuming bumb in the water, a good distance out. He felt a grin slowly come to his face. The nervousness that he had felt earlier had vanished almost completely, and he was anxious to begin the adventure. Staring out at the island, he found himself wondering what may lay ahead of them, but was brought out of the trance when the large Argonian suddenly jumped into the water immediately ahead of the boat, splashing a mist of cold water on him. Clengo looked down at the Argonian, who emerged, bearing all of his needle-like teeth in a reptilian smile.

"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," said the Argonian, before breaking into a wider grin and laughing; "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!"

Clengo laughed. He had felt more fearful of his fellow travelers at the inn, where they all towered over him, dark shadows flickering across their faces. But here, in the bright sunlight, looking down at the Argonian laughing in the water, it was hard to feel fear. And it seemed that the others felt the same.

"You don't have to do that. That water must be freezing.." the Chief said, giggling all the same "I'm sure we can manage rowing it."

"Of course we can," Clengo chimed in "but we must not treat his offer trivially! He is both strong of body and generous at heart, and it would be dishonorable not to offer this duty to him!"

He turned back to the Argonian in the water, putting his foot up upon the edge of the boat. "Many thanks, my great fellow!" he said, smiling widely, "What is your name?"

Cordus Leon

Cordus paced back and forth on the dock. He was pondering a way to get to the island in Niben Bay, but couldn't think of one. He briefly thought about swimming there, like apparently some other brave souls had, but he took one look at how far away the island was, and another look at the water that separated him from the island, and he decided that it probably wasn't the best idea to swim. So it was particularly fortuitous when an Argonian hopped in the water, tied a small boat to his waist and said, "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."

Cordus pumped his fist and said, "Sweeeet!" Man, that is really convenient that he just heppened to offer a way to the island. Even I'm not stupid enough to want to swim there! Cordus thought as he half-listened to the Argonian add, "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!" With those words, Cordus readied his pack and hurried to the boat. He dropped his pack in it, hurried to the front of the boat, then put his left hand on his waist and pointed to the island with the other.

"Thanks for the ride, dude!" Cordus said, smiling at the Argonian before saying loudly in a dramatic voice,"Come! Let us be off to the mysterious island in the BAY!!" Cordus then relaxed and laughed at his own display of dramatics.

OOC: AH i faceplam myself :facepalm: for such terrible dialouge writing! apolagies FC4, great, now i feel like a tit <_< haha


IC: The guard with the sword released his grip on it but the other held an arrow at string. She didn’t blame them for not trusting them, after all Sarah herself trusted no one here. Sarah thought briefly about how hard it is for her to trust people, there must have been a look of thought on her face maybe it’s because I won’t let people get close, she shook the thought off quickly and concentrated back on the two guards

"If you are with Karst to explore whatever is beyond that rusted metal, very well then." the guard with the bow stated back to her. The two seemed a little disturbed about her full on approach, In all honesty she was a little shocked herself, it was more in her nature to be a little more held back.

The guard with the bow announced himself as Richard and the other announced himself as Alex. Richard almost seemed a little jealous that she had paid more attention to Alex, She couldn’t help the small smile creep across her face. The two mentioned about the gate and the count’s awareness of Karst’s venture, Richard even managed to slip in a little flattery

"Our own Captain of the Guard went in not but a week ago, and hasn't returned." Alex sounded worried at this

“If you like we could look for him while we are in there, find out what’s happened?” Sarah lowered herself to the ground and sat propping her back up on a nearby rock still talking to the two

“Also, I do apologize I came on a little strong a minute ago. You’re not the first person to question the armor. So Alexander Darius Herasin, or is just Alex ok? Where do you hail from?” Sarah tried to be witty with the remark about what to call Alex, however she was quite sure herself that she wasn’t her wit almost seemed non existent as much as she tried.

Jason Durant - The Drunken Priest
Silverhome on the Water, Bravil; 18th Rain's Hand

Noise. First a steady buzz, then a clamor ringing in his ears. Incessant pvssyr worming its way into his wine-soaked brain. 'Damn them...' Jason thought, trying to ignore the tavern's fresh crowd. 'Why the talk? Just drink, fools. No more talk...' The man felt across the damp wooden table for his cup, his balding head still resting in the crook of his arm, his eyes firmly shut. His hand felt something cold. He tried to grab it, but only succeeded in knocking the cup over, spilling its contents on the table. He felt lukewarm wine seep into his sleeve. 'Blast it all...'

Jason gathered his strength, then sat back in his chair, wiping wine from his rough-spun robe. Cracks of light managed to pierce his stubbornly shut lids, sending more spikes of pain into his skull. 'And the fools are still talking...' Jason was caught between an urge to open his eyes- to figure out who was making all the damned noise- and fear of further pain. 'What time is it?' He wondered aimlessly, 'When did I pass out?'

The man chanced one eye, slowly, then the other. After the initial spike of pain, he began to see shapes moving within the blur of his vision. One shape- something white- seemed to stand, and the noise died down for a moment. Only to be replaced by a single, shouting voice, like an axe blow to his skull. 'Ow...' he thought weakly, debating whether he could simply lay back down.

The voice- still unbearably loud- began to separate into words. "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."

'What in Oblivion happened while I was out?' Jason thought, struggling to make sense of what he had heard. 'Niben... That's the bay outside of- of Bravil. So the door... The door people were talking about? The one that people have been disappearing into?' Jason ignored the renewal of the other voices, all clamoring in response to the one's speech. 'What in the name of Arkay do they want with it?'

The blurry shapes began shaping themselves into people, but Jason had no idea which one had just made the speech. While he was sleeping off his most recent round of drinks- 'My last Septims,' he thought gloomily- the tavern had filled with no less than three Khajiit, two Bosmer, a hulking Nord, and an Argonian sharpening a sword. One of the Khajiit had pure white fur, topped with a mess of red hair, and another walked on all fours like a housecat. 'What is Bravil coming to these days?'

The wine soaked tabletop called to Jason invitingly, and with one last look around at the strange crowd gathered within the tavern, the old Breton was more than happy to oblige. After a few more minutes of mind-grating pvssyr, the tavern fell blessedly silent. "Finally," Jason murmered into his sleeve. The blackness of wine-addled sleep surrounded him once more, and a drunken smile spread across his wrinkled face.

"Oi, bum, wake up! I won't have you sleepin' in me tav'rn another night!" Another voice... 'Damn it all.'

"Priest or no, ye best git out, 'fore I call 'te guard again!" People just didn't respect their elders these days.

"Shut'r mouth, stingy bastard!" Jason slurred, stumbling to his feet.

The innkeeper, a burly man whose beard ran well over his mountain of a belly, shoved Jason roughly backwards, "Watch ye mouth, wretch! Git out me tav'rn!"

Jason fell against the table, reached for his chair, missed, and tumbled to the floor. Dull pain shot up from his arm and hip, piercing even his drunken brain. "This 'ow y'treat priests in Bravil?" he roared, his words falling sluggishly from his lips.

"No," the towering barkeep shouted back, grabbing Jason by the collar, "It be how'ee treat drunks!"

Jason was thrown roughly from the inn, like so much garbage, and landed face down in the muddy streets of Bravil's harbor. "To Dagon wit' you then!" the priest called to the closed door.

For a moment the Breton stared up at the starry sky, the pain in his hip fading, his mind clearing in the night air. Masser and Secunda glared back at him, like two eyes, willing him to stand. Jason sighed before bringing himself shakily to his feet. In the distance he heard more voices, breaking through the sound of waves on the Niben. 'Those fools, going out to that door. Nothing there but death, so they say. Travelling together, facing untold dangers in whatever land lies beyond. Who would want to go on an adventure like that?'

Jason felt briskly for his flask, rummaging through his muddy robes until his hand met leather. With a hopeful gleam in his eye, the former priest popped off the top and raised the skin to his lips. Nothing. The flask was bone dry. As was his purse. With a spiteful glance at the tavern, he turned towards the source of the voices, near the harbor. 'Maybe they'll be bringing some wine on their adventure...'


OOC: To note, Jason is headed towards the boat, so please save him a seat. I can post myself onto a boat, so don't wait on me or anything; I just had a lot to catch up on as is, and it's getting rather late. Hopefully my ex-priest isn't too boring I'm not actually certain what being drunk is entirely like, still being a minor myself, so if anyone could give me some pointers I'd appreciate it. I don't think this will be the last time Jason ends up intoxicated.

Oh, and I apologize for the dialogue. Jason is drunk, and the tavern keeper I made up has a thick accent. He will speak normally as soon as he sobers up. By the way, if anyone wants to make friends with the priest, grab a bottle of wine before we shove off. Cheers! :foodndrink:

"The most I think he'd do to you is simply send a hunter of a different sort after you. See if you survive that, otherwise I doubt anything else could happen." spoke Jodhan when he noticed the massive argonian tie a knot around himself and offer to tow everyone there. "Would be easier to just row the boat, as kind as that offer is. " he didn't trust such offers much, on top of that he didn't want his grimoire getting wet. It was an expensive item and something he didn't want to lose at all, considering it held quite a few enchanting secrets within its pages among other things it also served as a personal diary where he'd write in it or draw something or make notes on something new he found. "Plenty more to alchemy than just brewing potions, if you know what the materials you're using do then its all the better. Aside from that some herbs are more potent when used as is or partly ground up than put into a liquid form." The khajiit said and flicked an ear gently, wondering what else this Pahmer could do.

He looked at Iver whom made the joking comment, it was one of bad taste but then he was a Nord. He politely ignored the human's comments but flattened his ears at the joke.

He looked back at the Pahmer Something on your mind? Or..do you just not like water?"

(OOC: Where are we right now? I have a feeling its not in the bar and I'm too out of it to go back through and read every post right now. If its on the island...well, explosive entrance time. I'll update the post with my entrance once I've been informed, aye?)

What this awesome guy said. Half of us are on the island.

"But my noble lady," Big-Tree made a bow, "I would be only happy, even honored to escort these brave warriors into this gate. As well, the Champion who gave me strength." He said to Karstine in a respectful manner, "Besides, Karstine, these scales are far thicker than you think. The brandy helps as well!" With this he drained his flask, feeling only slightly tipsy as Argonians were immune to "poison". Aside from Karstine's politeness, the others eagerly hopped into the boat.


The Bosmer was the first to speak, "Of course we can, but we must not treat his offer trivially! He is both strong of body and generous at heart, and it would be dishonorable not to offer this duty to him!" Big-Tree chuckled, he liked this Bosmer, friendly and eager to take advantage of an offer from a fellow adventurer.

He then asked his name, "I am Big-Tree, 'Gam-Kur' in my native language. You must be... Clengo, yes? I have heard rumors of the Bosmeri skill of marksmanship, that blowgun of yours must be quite deadly? But anyways! Hop aboard my good friend, soon you will see why we Marsh-folk were born with tails!" Soon, Big-Tree was surprised with a resounding, "Sweeeeet!" It came from the bard, Big-Tree's immediate thought was, Sweet, where! A sweetroll would be divine right about now!

The man jumped into the boat and to the prow, and with a voice laced with dramatic effect said, "Come! Let us be off to the mysterious island in the BAY!!" The man then chuckled, and Big-Tree began to wonder if he too was a worshiper of the Madgod. He certainly acted like many of those he'd met. "Are you... " Big-Tree stopped himself as he saw the man had a fine lute on his back. With elation, he said, "A Bard!! I play the lute as well! I have even been told I am a gifted jigger! Perhaps past the gate, eh?"

Big-Tree then looked to Karstine, "Please, you need all of your strength, I can get mine back quickly. Not to say you couldn't, but I wish to take you, Karstine."

Then he spoke to all the others, "All aboard if you wish! I promise, it will be a smoother ride than you think."

Man that woman just kept finding something to chat about. Apparently, she did have a Scamp's ass to give.

"County Chorrol, Ma'am." Alex replied to the woman's inquiry of where he grew up, and he gave no further ground. She didn't need his life story, and he wasn't inclined to give it even if she asked. Which it seemed she likely would. "And you can call me anything, frankly; so long as it ain't offensive, it ain't gonna bother me." Alex added, giving a nod to Richard to go to the edge of the island and check the horizon. Richard had already been thinking the same thing. Is there any more of them? Where's this 'Karst' woman?

"As to finding out about the Captain, you have to get through the gate first, and so far that lock's only opened for the Captain." Alex motioned at the barred gate, the iron clasp lock holding the thing in place. It gleamed that rustic iron color in the sun, unyielding and unwavering in its duty to keep that gate shut.

OOC: The Lock will open for Karst, I am told.

And Random Fact of the Day! Apparently the Count of Bravil is the only Count not tagged as essential in the game. If Bethesda made him as the only killable count, what does that say of their opinion of their character?

And Venix, don't hate yourself over it. Such times could be used as great character expression opportunities, and she does seem to be quite the pvssyrer, even if it don't go very deep. I just like to take things I see and transfer them into narrative. You will not be my singular victim. :toughninja:

After much commotion and having an Argonian jump into the water, offering to pull everyone there, Iver assumed the time was now or never. He turned to Karst, who at first disapproved of the move made by Big-Tree, but he firmly added in, "If he wants to, who's to stop him? Besides, it's not that far of a journey."

And with that, Iver made a slight nod toward the Argonian as to thank him for such an offer, as he glided his way over the pier and onto the small, but just bug enough boat. It had many many creaks here and there, and it did have markings to signify that this boat had a past, but non the less, such a vessel was perfect with taking travelers who had a death wish a bit off shore and to an unknown island. Once in, Iver suited himself to the back of the boat, and grabbed a paddle to help share the load with the Argonian. Once seated, he looked to the others, waiting for them to hop on board.

OOC: I see what you did there Ytt

Adam looked up and listened to Alexander. still kneeling down he looked at Alexander.
"Sir Alexander, I grew up in County Chorrol as well. Battlehorn Castle and Castle Chorrol." he said, looking down again he starts to examine the ground of moss and fauna. It was weird and so surreal to see this kind, along with strange fruits, herbs and even the bad ones. Adam got it and bowed to the young girl and kissed her hand. Then left to wander the small island. He sat on a rock near the gate and pulled out the fruit, he took a bite and it was delicious, it was new and delicious. He wanted to know the properties it held, Oh the mysteries that came into his mind about the apothecary of the strange land he was on.

Clengo had just finished an introduction with Big-Tree, feeling proud at the Argonian's mention of Bosmeri marksmanship, when the boat suddenly gave a great lurch as one of the Imperials Clengo had recognized from the tavern jumped into the boat with his large pack. The Bosmer was almost thrown off the side of the boat, but he quickly fell to a knee, grabbing the sides of the boat to steady himself.

"Thanks for the ride, dude!" said the Imperial, before striding to the front of the boat where Clengo stood and, raising his voice in a dramatic fashion, said "Come! Let us be off to the mysterious island in the BAY!!" before falling back onto a seat and laughing heartily.

Clengo very much agreed, and moved quickly to sit down beside the Imperial. The man was quite handsome, for his race, and Clengo thought that, out of all those he had met, he was least imposing to behold. His chin was strong, but his features were soft and kind, and Clengo took a liking to him almost immediately. With his black eyes he glanced up at the Imperial once or twice before pulling a flute from his satchel and showing it to the Imperial beside him.

"I heard your music at the Silverhome," he said "I play too."

He put the flute to his lips and began to play an upbeat tune that sounded like something between a military march and a dance, before cutting of abruptly.

"I am sorry. You must be a great man amongst your kind, since you draw so many beautiful wives. How proud must I be to not introduce myself properly to such a chief amongst his people? I am Clengo, a warrior of my people and follower of the Lessons. What is your name?

The pahmar shrugged at Jodhan’s words explaining the likelihood of what Hircine would do. “I rather be safe than sorry.” The felid hunter replied, he was about add something when the sound of a massive splash caught his attention, only to see the Argonian offering to pull the boat towards the island. Ren’ knew these lizards liked water but apparently this Big-Head was fonder of water than the typical Argonian. “Of course, laymen often associate alchemy with potion making, thusly people believe that’s all there is to it.” The Khajiit explained attention then shifted to the Nord that had a condition for riding his boat, that he’d get a ride on Ren’s back through the gate. Honestly the pahmar hoped for the Nord’s sake he was jesting, despite the laugh you could never know with Nords.

“Why don’t I ride you?” Ren’ retorted a smile curving at the corner of his muzzle; despite light hearted tone of his words he was actually serious the khajiit was trying to make the human realize how idiotic his request was. 'Though you'd make for a better prey than mount' Ren' thought to himself gaze diverting from the Nord. Making his way towards the boats but an ear flickered back as he heard Jodhan’s question. “I don’t mind rain, or any kind of water. I just don’t like the idea of swimming in it.” The pahmar explained, not that he couldn’t swim or anything, he eased his way past Karst and her brother, nodding acknowledging to the feline decked out in Akaviri armor, a silent and brief greeting.

"I doubt the Nord actually wants to ride you...He is to big. He seems to be joking and if he wasn't I could easily water-walk you across. Or you could roll him off." he grinned at the last part, trying to make a joke from it. He looked at the others "If it is to cramped I can easily utilize water walk and just walk along side the boat. I have no problems with that at all." he said to the group and stepped down onto the dock, gently brushing past Zant and Karstine. He reached into his satchel and dug out his rather thick book to check it was still there before slipping it back into the satchel. "Or did you want to be carried?" he teased Ren.

Stepping into the creaking boat he kept an ear in direction of Jodhan, “Let’s hope he is.” The pahmar replied to Jodhan’s words explaining that the Nord was likely joking, his tail flickered idly. Making himself as comfortable as he could given the circumstance choosing a corner near the boat’s stern were he laid down proceeding to groom his paws. Partly listening to the pvssyr going in the boat, he stopped his grooming as Jodhan spoke though it was more a tease asking if he wanted to be carried. “If I find myself half-dead sure, until then I reserve what little dignity I have left.” The hunter answered the spellsword, trying to end the slightly demeaning discussion. He had always wondered how the Senche and the Senche-raht in particular tolerated being treated as mounts, even if they carried fellow Khajiit being treated as a beast of burden was more demeaning than being confused for a wild animal; at least far as the pahmar was concerned.

Ouch. Wasn't exactly how he planned for the joke to go, the khajiit stepped into the boat and sat down infront of the Pahmer Didn't mean to be demeaning. Was just messing around. I Apologize" The Cathay said honestly. The boat felt awkward and he figured that if there was no room for another to get in that he'd easily hop out. Nothing seemed wrong at the moment, the male figured that he had made a dent in what appeared to be a good first meeting. Hopefully the Pahmer understood humor or the basis for it, rather than the demeaning side to it. Hell could of been worse! He looked back over to the argonian who seemed to be enjoying the water which was natural for them, but pulling a boat filled with people seemed somewhat,,excessive.