Life In Tamriel: Part I : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:54 am

Nathaniel Leinhart - Mid Morning

The man refused Nathaniel's offer saying he had lost most of his goods. "This one is definitely not trusting and maybe a bit paranoid.", Nathaniel gathered. The man however offered an alternative go to Bruma and bring him back a potion. Whatever gold was left would belong to Nathaniel and while the offer was tempting he was not going for it. "Odd he wouldn't try to going to Bruma himself, running from some trouble perhaps.", Nathaniel thought.

"I simply don't have time to fetch you a potion and I really don't need the drakes.", Nathaniel replied bluntly. "However I'll make a healing potion for you out of aloe vera leaves and cairn bolete caps as both have restorative properties." Climbing down from Snowfire, Nathaniel reached into his potion bag producing the needed ingredients along with his mortar & pestle. He then walked close to where the man stood so he could watch he process. Nathaniel then set to work grinding the ingredients together into a fine paste. Several minutes passed before the process was completed.

Reaching back into his bag Nathaniel collects an empty potion vial and began shoveling the mixture into the phial. Nathaniel then took out his water jug to finish the medicinal concoction. Taking a quick swig to ease the obviously paranoid individual. "See just fresh water nothing dangerous."

Nathaniel then took the jug and poured water until the vial was nearly full. Finally he corked the vial and shook up the yellowish-green mixture before walkin over to the man placing the potion at his feet. Carefully, Nathaniel packed away his tools before remounting his steed preparing to ride off. "Keep your drakes, stranger just do try to be more careful next time."

Not giving the man a chance to try anything Nathaniel spurred Snowfire who galloped off leaving the injured man alone on the road. "I certainly hope there are no more distractions before I reach Bruma."

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:07 am

Raven Meridius Vladmir, the Jerall View Inn
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Raven could only manage to laugh out a small chuckle at the woman's reaction. She wasn't expecting her voice to be so squeaky and high-pitched. Dunmer's voices were usually dark and gloomy, even the women. How charming, She thought.

"You made a mistake then," Raven concluded. "But your voice trembles so. Makes me wonder..." she paused, her eyes briefly scanning the floor before looking up straight back at the young woman.

Raven's upper lip was definitely twitching. Was this worry? Anger? Or simply an act of irritation? She stood there simply with her hands at her side, offering no threat nor agressiveness toward the Dunmer woman. There was a silence in the room as the candle lights flickered about the dimply lit area. It was rather awkward.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Raven asked. "I sense that you're troubled about something. I am rather fresh to this town and would like to meet some prospering new citizens. If it would not be so much trouble, you can perhaps introduce me to your friend. And we can all go over for a drink. My treat." Raven smiled innocently, awaiting a response.

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Name:http://i55.tinypic.com/auk3k2.jpg

Gender: Female

Race: Imperial

http://img826.imageshack.us/f/raven0.jpg/ Raven is a slim, angular girl with a well muscled body. Her features were severe and somewhat pointed, with hypnotic and "alive" golden eyes, having a feline quality to them. Drawing the gaze of men and women into her stare and captivating alure. Her face was clean, her body well built for battle. Fair skinned with jet black hair, Raven seems to fit the mold of some females in her outward appearance. Raven known to most as a beautiful woman. Her charms and seductive attitude gives her an advantage in almost situation. Her body was always in shape throughout her years, this can be explained from her brutal lifestyle of war and battle. Her smoothe almost pale face gives her an easy advantage in diplomatic missions and mercantile. Her lips are lively red and very much alive as her stare.

Birthsign: Warrior

Lifestyle: Raven lives alone with her brother Draken in Skingrad for quite some time. For many years, they were inseperable. Being born into nobility and wealth, Raven was often a pampered brat when a child, but as she grew older, she matured and was given a great deal of wisdom about her "calling" in life. Ever since those days, she used her gold and resources to make a name for herself and her own agendas. It wouldn't be wise to say her entire existance was of politics and trade. Raven had learned from a young age by private teachers and instructors in the ways of of battle. Raven understands Martial Arts, the ways of using the blade and marksmanship. She also has much knowledge in the arts of Destruction magic, being able to summon lightning to kill her enemies whenever she is in a troublesome situations and predicaments that she cannot get out with the help of others.

Equipment: Raven garbs herself in the trappings of wealth and influence, walking around in a mixture of reds and blacks. Often at times she wears a black & Bergundy outfit with gold trimmed shoes, or a Red Velvet outfit. At home, free from the prying eyes of the public view, Raven wanders about her home in privacy with Black robes. Raven has an interest in collecting weapons of value, but the ones she uses are two scimitars(Won't be used in RP). Raven can rely other martial skills and destruction power alone, not including her other subtle powers of persuasion and...other abilities within her grasp, so she avoids walking around with a sword in hand unless dealing with an enemy that requires to be responded with aggressive negotiations. Among these things, Raven carries around with her at all times, "special" apples and berries. For her studies, she carries two special books, one she sees as a personal bible. For nutrition and food, she carries a bottle with red nectar inside.

Background: Not much is known of Raven's childhood. No one knows of her past with the exception her parents and brother. This fact alone can create many speculations on what might of happened in her life. Many people who know Raven in the Imperial City or in Skingrad can assume that her childhood was one filled wit the joys of loving parents, a good home and a tight-knit family of religious nd virtuous nobles. Few people are aware of Raven's capabilities of fighting, as her charming personality speaks otherwise. But in truth, Raven is an accomplished philosopher, politician and warrior. While often assuming a genteel and civilized manner, Raven has no trouble with exercising nescessary force and action when the occasions calls for. Which makes her a respectable person, but a dangerous individual nonetheless. Raven's parents often were strict about outside influence in her daily life and taught her the ways of nobility and politics at a young age. Ever since then, Raven learned a few things about diplomacy and trade, a direct contrast to her brother who pursues a more outstanding life of battle and war as an accomplished Knight and warrior. All in all, Raven is never far from battle even when things seem to be more peaceful, this to her, however, is not problem.

Personality: Raven is patient, intelligent, and an incredible actress, able to keep up the facade of a good and honest politician for a good time. As both a former politician and noble and some other things, she appeared as an unassuming, child-hugging woman, almost motherly, with elegant robes. With her cheery demeanor, trademark smile, and a reputation for being a kind and modest girl in the Imperial City, she had won the hearts of many people around Cyrodiil. At times, she can be seen as snotty and arrogant, but when some people get to understand her for what she often displays, they will not be dissapointed until the coming hour.

Other: "Behold the beautiful flower, beware the serpent beneath it"

» Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:17 pm

Vedaa, The Jerall View inn

Tremble in my voice? I'm not trembling. But she was. Standing there with her hands fidgeting, Vedaa found herself unable to speak for the first few seconds. She swalled a small lump in her throat. She began to feel shy and nervous, like how a girl feels when she first meets someone to whom she is attracted. However, she held her baring and spoke.

"Oh no, I'm not troubled, just new to this area. I came all the way from Shimmerene to carry out my mission in aiding the guild." Truth be told, there was no friend she was meeting. Being the rank of Magician, Vedaa was sent on this task alone, confident she could handle any situations which may arise. "A drink sounds pleasant, yes thank you very much." She quit fidgeting with her fingers and held out her welcoming palm. How nice, she's offering to buy me a drink. I don't know what I'm gonna do about finding my 'friend', though. Probably shouldn't have said that in the first place. But she seems harmless any ways. I hope she buys me a wine or something to warm me up. "I'm Vedaa, by the way. And by what name are you known, Imperial?" It was unusual for Vedaa to speak in such a formal manner, but given the circumstances of the situation, she aimed to keep the atmosphere civil.

Spoiler

Name: Vedaa Addammassar, adopted daughter of Ashlandic Dunmer, Ahti & Zebnannamu-Ilu Addammassar.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 24

Class: Sorceress

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Vedaa is a little short for her age; about 4'10". Her soft skin is a light blue with lips dark like ashes. Her build is healthy but slim. She is physically weak and one would not think she did much adventuring by looking at her. Her preferred hair style is a short pixie cut. Her eyes are big and beautiful; their color being a dark shade of burgundy. Being an Ashlander native to Summerset Isle, she has an accent that still lingers in her high-pitched, child-like, girly voice.

Equipment: Her grimoire and a Nordic white wolf fur ensemble and boots. No armor, no weapons, no scrolls, no soul gems, no lockpicks, no probes. Only a backpack with supplies, money and a change of clothes.

Starting Location: Olav's Tap and Tack inn, Bruma.

Lifestyle: The things she yearns for most in life are playing with magic, music, parties and hallucinogenic drugs such as the native mushrooms of Morrowind or the psychadelic roots, vines and plants that grow in the dense forests of Summerset and Elsweyr. One of her pleasures is being under the influence and creating new spells in her grimoires. She considers herself very similar to a composer of music. Her greatest and most studied colleges of magic are Mysticism, Alteration and Illusion with destruction being the least studied. She prefers to use her magic for practical uses and to create mind-altering visuals. She has performed spectacular shows with large musical ensembles. She has made good commissions from her magical performances and has sold the written drafts of her incantations to the Empire for their own use. Some spells she has tried to make were illegal, like the conjuration of gold coins (septims). At parties, she likes to meet new people and dance. If musicians are present, she'll attempt to win their favor by talking musical jargon or playing her violin. Her 2nd adopted parents were both exceptional musicians, her father being a violinist and her mother being an operatic singer. (Her first adopted parents were Ashlanders living in the wilderness of Summerset). She's mediocre at the violin but definitely not a virtuoso.
As far as guilds, she has been in the Thieves, Fighters, Mages, prosttutes and probably some other faction in Summerset. She eventually made it to the 2nd highest rank in the Mages Guild, but only after years of having to prove herself. While her magical abilities weren't in question, it was her choices of action and her decision making that held her back. Not to mention her spiteful and childish attitude.

Background: She procreated out of the interplay of the Aedra and Daedra. A girl named Juliana was created (for the 3rd time) by Julianos who was beseeched by Dowager Queen Barenziah, in an attempt to fulfill the Nerevarine prophecies. After Juliana's creation, the Daedra felt threatened and jealous. Being rivals of their Aedric counterparts, they felt the need to dip their finger in the pot as well. Not wanting to physically give any of their strength or powers to create a mortal, they enticed and seduced Mara and Dibella into creating this champion with them, without the other aedra knowing. Pouring into this concoction tiny portions of their properties was very unbalancing. As a safeguard for the daedra, they bound Vedaa's life force with Juliana's. If one died, so did the other. When Akatosh learned of this creation, he threatened to destroy it. Mara & Dibella beckoned to let their creation live, as they felt this creation was superior to the one Julianos made. However, there cannot be 2 Nerevarines in the Mundus. Akatosh grumbled and knew what he had to do; break the dragon. Time being a convoluted mess as it is, was not something with which to be tampered. In order to keep both creations yet have there only be one Nerevarine, Akatosh mustered his powers to split the mortal realm into two separate dimensions within each other, much like how two points on an axis can be at two different spots on the adjacent axis. Both mortals were transferred to Nirn; Juliana, the Aedric offspring representing Stasis, and Vedaa, the Daedric offspring representing Chaos. Both girls eventually defeated Dagoth Ur, though at different times. However, with time being contorted and broken, Azura was able to visit both Neravarines in their separate dimensions at the same time from her realm, yet it was two completely different moments of time in the mortal realm (think of a string wrapped around a ball and merging the two points together over the same spot). After the Nerevarine prophecies were fulfillied, they went about their lives. Juliana, being born from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, was ever so avaricious for learning her history and reason for coming into being. She eventually learned of the existence of her counterpart and somehow made it across to the "other side", into Vedaa's dimension. Once that happened, Akatosh was able to bring the split realm of Mundus together, letting Juliana's old dimension dissipate with Vedaa's being the true one. In this dimension, Juliana was no longer the Nerevarine and the people she once knew now had now never seen her before. Neither of them became the Champion of Cyrodiil for neither of them were imprisoned in the Imperial City dungeons and sent on the task to find the heir of the Emperor. Both girls were in completely different locations during these times, going about their normal lives.

Personality: Vedaa thinks very highly of herself. She knows she is gorgeous and she knows she is the best magician the planet has ever had. She can be feisty when things do not go her way. Her temper in the past has interfered with her casting abilities. She's quick to think and often doesn't reason out things. She is extremely emotion and takes things very personally. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Her heart is very fragile. She's been with hundreds of men and women but has only been in love a few times. Her biggest love was with Juliana. She'll do anything for people she loves or looks highly upon or has high respect for. She has been deceitful and lied many a times to those upon whom she frowned or had been hurt and embarrassed by. In many ways, she is a typical teenage girl; frivolous, careless, focused on herself and what she wants. However, she does possess many mature grown-up qualities that appeal to patriarchs in guilds and other such high ranking officials. She is intelligent enough to hold an intellectual conversation with people. She likes to joke and has a raunchy sense of humor, though at times it can be very childish and even nonsensical. When meeting new people, depending on their race, she'll either be quiet & reserved or loquacious & outwards.

Other: She has a critically low tolerance to magic-based spells. She contracts diseases very easily and becomes sick frequently. Being a divine creation, she is able to naturally absorb magicka that emanates from Aetherius. Unfortunately, it makes her profusely weak to offensive spells that are cast upon her. She is not naturally strong enough to physically lift daedric armor or weapons, aside from a tanto, dagger or bow (she needs two hands for a daedric shortsword and can hardly swing it in the air). She is more akin to High Elves than Dark Elves despite the fact she is a Dark Elf herself.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:01 pm

Octavius, Bruma

Though the wind pierced his cloak quite easily, Octavius couldn't ignore the growl that was coming from his stomach for much longer. He patted his mid-section and took a quick look around, seeing his destination not too far away, but also seeing a nice looking inn to his left. THe place looked much nicer than the last bar he had just come from and for the extra money, he was sure eating at this place would be worth it over Olav's or whatever it was.

He turned left and decided to save his shopping for after he had a bite to eat. He kept his head low against the wind, so he did not take notice of the people running past him with feared and excited looks in their eyes, or the fact they were all seemingly running to the same spot in the city. He remained blissfully ignorant to the commotion as he got closer to the new inn and as the wood base of the building came into his sight, he looked up to see what it was called.

Jerall View Inn. he thought to himself. He looked around, barely taking notice of a throng of people rushing off somewhere and opened the door. He was greeted with warmth as he stepped through the open door and he removed his hood as he closed the wooden portal behind him. His first impression of the place was good as he saw a roaring fire in a nice stone chimney, fancy wooden furniture and a long, oak bar behind which a Nord man stood as he wiped down some dinner-ware. Octavius walked over to a bar stool and sat down on it, noting with appreciation the slight padding that had been fixed onto it, as he removed his pack, cloak and began unstrapping the holster from his chest.

"Set me up with...." he started as the Nord approached him, "... a shepherd's pie if you have them."

The Nord barkeep nodded with a small smile, glancing at the small crossbow that Octavius placed down on his cloak which lay upon his pack. "That all?" he asked.

"Yes. No! Wait. I'll have a glass of Tamika's... mid-price range if you don't mind. Thanks." he said with a smile, before turning around to see if anyone else was in the room. There were a few people sitting alone or with a friend, finishing up their breakfast and discussing whatever interested them in low voices.

Much better than Olav's. he thought with a silent chuckle to himself. He rolled up his sleeves as his food was brought to him in good time, and he smiled as he saw the thick looking shepherds pie in front of him and his smile only grew as the first glass of wine he'd seen in weeks was placed before him as well. He dropped the coins onto the counter as the food was put in front of him and as the Nord picked them up, Octavius dropped two more down before him with a playful wink which the man returned with a small bow and a smile before leaving Octavius to eat in peace.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:00 am

--Rave Jaunx - Mid-morning. Southeast of Bruma, Cyrodiil.

The man and his horse galloped off, leaving Rave standing in confusion. He had said nothing the whole time while watching the stranger create his potion, only staring with misunderstanding. Didn't even want the money? Doesn't make sense... Why didn't he offer to make me the potion in the first place? Why didn't he take the gold? Rave was unsure why the man would help him, especially for free. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he grew. Unfortunately, the longer he waited, the worse the pain got. He didn't have long now, his skin was turning pale, the color in his eyes faded. Forget it.. Focus. He walked over and picked the vial up off of the ground. Eying it carefully, he opened the top and dipped his finger into the liquid. Only chance... only chance. His finger now covered in the substance, he lifted his helmet and touched the liquid against his lips. Waiting for a full minute, he felt no irritation. Raising the vial up to drink, he let a small amount enter his mouth. Leaving it rest for another minute, he spit the liquid out onto the ground. Tastes bad.. no ill side effects. He pondered on it for a few seconds more, but another sharp pain made his decision for him. "Bottom's up..". He gulped the liquid down his throat. It soothed as it went down, and rested easily into his stomach. Within moments, he felt the pain start to recede, felt the color come back to him. He threw the empty vial to the side of the road where it sunk into the snow, shattering slightly into several pieces.
Walking back to the brush, he retrieved his axe and shield. He still felt slightly out of it, but at least now he could walk and see straight. He looked through his bag. Rations, tinder, wrap, canteen. All the basics. Finally he found his coin purse and pulled it out. Dumping a few drakes into his hand, he suddenly felt guilty. First about the man who had so kindly helped him, possibly.. probably saving his life. Then came the guards. Killed them all, slaughtered them... Left them lay. Their wives, children?... Could have been husbands... fathers?... What am I becoming? No... forget it, gotta do whatever it takes... He violently threw his shield to the ground and brought his axe up to his throat, just below his helmet. Do it! End this coward! Can't stop it... Can't make the noise stop... No.. Wait.. Not like this. Isn't right. Slowly and hesitantly, he lowered the axe down to his side. I'm losing it. Won't make it like this. Rave looked around. He needed to get out of the wilderness, back into civilization for his own sake. He turned and looked back in Bruma's direction. I owe a debt... can't pay it now. Grabbing his shield, he started walking south down the road.
Need a plan. Can't go to Bruma like this. Rave had made up his mind. He was going to pay his debt. He figured the man would have to stable his horse. Perhaps he could sneak into the stables and slip some gold to the stable hand, that they might deliver it to the man when he returned from his business. However, he knew he couldn't go back in his condition. Everyone in town would recognize him in a heart beat. Unsure of what to do, he continued walking south towards the Imperial City, thinking of a plan. He figured he could resupply in the city, and it would give him plenty of time to figure out a way back north.
Cover of night won't work. Torches. Besides, how will I make a deal with the stable hand. Shouldn't do this.. Should leave. Should just keep going south. Head south and don't look back.. No.. won't be a charity case. Gotta pay this debt off... how? How can I do this? Rave stopped walking. A gust of wind hit him from the side and obscured his view. Raising his hand up to his eyes, he squinted down the road, spotting a large object strangely laying in the middle of the path. Taking a few more steps, he drew close enough that he could make out the shape. It was a dead Legionnaire. Rave's head whipped around wildly as he drew his axe, readying for an attack. Ambush, watch for it. He began to breathe heavily. He was still sore from his injury, and wasn't ready for a fight.
A few moments passed and nothing happened. Cautiously, he took a few steps closer. The blood was frozen. It was likely the soldier had been here for at least a little while. He hadn't been looted yet, which Rave found surprising. Examining the body closer, he noticed several stab wounds in the guard's neck. Shaking his head, he nudged the body, let out a "huh" and continued walking. Wait.. Rave stop and turned back at the dead Legionnaire. A smile crept across his face. "Sorry pal."
Dragging the soldier's body back to the brush, he let out a sigh of relief. The man was quite heavy, and dragging him had allowed the pain in Rave's side to return. Stopping for a few seconds to catch his breath, Rave looked around making sure there was no one coming. Kneeling down, Rave began to take off his armor. First the bracers, then the boots, the pauldrons, the greaves. Rave shivered violently. Out in the cold with his armor off, his thin shirt and pants did little to stop the wind. Next came the helmet. Very slowly, Rave lifted his helmet up, revealing his face. He had loose, dark brown hair that ran over halfway down his neck, almost black in color, with eyes to match. His lower face was covered in a short, rough stubble beard, untrimmed as if he hadn't shaved in days. He opened his mouth to take a breath, revealing sharp, pointed teeth, still slightly covered in his own blood. Scars were scattered in a sporadic fashion around his chin, cheeks, brow and forehead.
Removing his cuirass last, and still shivering, he began to undress the dead soldier. "Just wasn't your lucky day," he said to the body. Upon finishing he remarked, "Let's see if it's mine." Dressing himself in the guard's armor, he couldn't help but find some irony in the situation. He smirked as he finished dressing himself with the Legionnaire's attire. Neatly piling all his bonemold armor up under the brush, he covered it in snow, adding branches and stones to make the lump in the ground look natural. Don't forget this spot, Talos don't forget it. Finally, he tied the soldier's weapon, a silver longsword, around his belt. Though he was no swordsman, having only ever used his axe, and wasn't about to leave without it. Where can I put you? Rave looked around himself. The armor provided no place to conceal his preferred weapon. Almost ready to give up, he looked over at his shield. Taking the axe in his left hand, he put his arm through the shield's strap, concealing the weapon perfectly behind the round piece of metal. Not bad... Good fit. He looked back down at the dead soldier who now laid in only his underclothing. "Well.. ya saved me a trip to the Imperial City anyway.."
Rave started back north to Bruma, confident that his new disguise would work perfectly. As he walked, he noted the weight of his new armor. It was much heavier than his Bonemold, much more uncomfortable as it constricted his movement. Damn, how do they get around in this stuff? Weighs more than an Ogre. Spitting some saliva onto the road, he readjusted his travel pack and quickened his pace. "Bruma.. let's try this again."

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:30 am

Gold-Heart, Middle of Bruma

Gold-Heart sighed and looked around. He hated the situation he was it, and he had been in his fair share of sticky situations. But having the possibility of being broke and with nowhere to sleep wasn't something he had to face since he first started adventuring. So what did he do then? He picked up odd jobs, of course. But He needed money now, the cold was bitter and Gold-Heart had no intention of sleeping in a cold chapel like a vagabond.

Well, I guess there's one option left... ask someone for money. Gold-Heart sighed, but it was neccesary. He looked around to see anyone who may look like they had money. He found one, a man in a green-ish cloak walking out of Olav's it appeared. He didn't get a good look at the man, but the cloak was nice enough to show money, but it was somewhat dirty, showing this guy may not be extremly wealthy. Which Gold-Heart didn't want to beg from the wealthy, they would spit on him and send him to that cold chapel pew faster than he could say "Please".

Gold-Heart cried out to the man, but the commotion of the city drowned him out. He began to follow, at a distance, and cried again. Once again, with no effect. Gold-Heart groaned and followed the man in silence now. On his way, though, he didn't notice a particularly burly nord walking right in his path, drunk to extreme intoxication. Gold-Heart bumped into th nord, and the it sent him off balance a little bit, but the nord just stood there unamused.

"Who da hell are you" The drunk nord replied. "I'm Lief Hunder, and I'm gonna make you cry."

"Well, I'm Gold-Heart and I don't want trou..." Gold-Heart was promptly punched in the face before he could finish his sentence, his nose began to bleed and he was knocked to the ground. Gold-Heart quickly got back up.

"I don't want to fight, so, I'm just gonna walk away. Alright? Nice to meet you." He continued to follow the man he was following, into the Jerall view inn. He was enjoying a slice of cheese and some wine. Aw, that sound wonderful right now...

Then, Gold-Heart heard the doors to the inn fly open, and the nord stood there, tall and wanting to fight. "NOBODY WALKS AWAY FROM ME!!!" The Nord drukenly Charged Gold-Heart, but Gold-Heart in a flash elbowed the nord, the bonemold armor making an imprint on his face and sending the nord out cold. Gold-Heart turned to the bartender and waved "I'll tip you later. Names Gold-Heart"

And he looked to the imperial in the green cloak at the table, "And could you do me a favor?" He asked.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:52 am

"Seriously guys, we got to make some money, if we wait real bloody nice outside the Jerall View Inn and ask the snotty richies up there for any jobs as they enter, and leave then we may get something! Its a whole piece of crap better than sitting here!" Brandr exclaimed to his companions, picked up his shield, fastened it on his back and took the axe and sheated it. He then stayed and looked backwards later impatiently at his friends:
"Y′ar coming?" He asked and left.

Rodrik and Olfrun quickly followed his example and left the inn in a hurry. Outside crowds of people were moving around in the wailing wind, most of them Nords as the mostly Imperials kept inside if they didnt have to. Priests in fine white robes moved together in crowds as they mumbled blessings to those asking for them, mostly crazy temple-going Imperials, but still. Nobles walked around in gold-weaved clothes and warm robes to keep the cold from them while having their bodyguards around to look menacing at anything which seemed to get ideas. Then there were the drunkards, people running around the cold, mostly Nords, who had got pissed at the weather and got drunk.
Then here and there were the normal people, people who either were working, should be working or would be working.

Rodrik and Olfrun caught up with Brandr after a short while and together they stayed outside the Inn, looking as dangerous mercenaries for hire.
"Remember guys, let me do the talking!" Brandr said to his friends as they leaned back on the wall.
"Sorry boss, but I believe it would be better if I would do the talking, you have a way of talking quite... bossy and a bit... rough, I believe," Rodrik asked respectfully.
"Yeah, whatever, its not like I want to talk to the snotty highborns," Brandr said after a second of thought.

As the day went on they waiting in the cold, warming their hands when it was needed and waiting for anyone to leave or enter...

OOC: So please, dont just walk right past them as you leave/enter Jerall View...

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:04 am

"Splendid, I would of imagine you would repugn my offer" Raven clasped her fingers together with a loud clap. "Oh, do excuse my anacreontic behavior, I am not normally like this" she smiled widely.

Of course, not that many people displayed such glee in the daily minutia or in the unfortunate circumstances of penury in the Empire. But even in the mawk-like state this woman named Vedaa was in, she still displayed the manners of many upstanding citizens of the Empire. Raven could speculate if this was a ruse or simply an attempt to impress her. Perhaps she mocks my vocabulary, Raven thought. But she did not pay much heed to whether the woman had a friend or not. Raven did suspect that she was lying due to the initial restless behavior she showed. She made it seem that she did not care much.

Raven walked to the candles, leaning toward the flames, but being standing carefully away from the small light, she gently blew them all out, placing the room into an eerie darkness. She turned around to gaze at Vedaa, showing an enigmatic smile. The only light came from the outside hall, which clearly brought out the light in the mysterious mood of the current situation. Raven bowed slightly to Vedaa in a respectful manner.

"My name is Raven Meridius Vladmir." Raven's smile broadened toward a soft chuckle "I am pleased to make your acquaintance", she said, walking towards Vedaa. Surprisingly though, Raven did not lean in to give her a hand shake, which is a gesture normally acted by two individuals. Instead, she moved over to the door, past the Dark Elf, and into the hall. Her eyes stared at the lock in confusion, she made a strange sound in her throat as she inspected the door.

"Peculiar," Raven mused "I recall locking this door moments after I entered the room. Must be the faulty security placement. I would of trust an establishment such as this would of taken care of such small matter." Raven said, mostly to herself, but loud enough for Vedaa to hear.

Raven placed her arms behind her back and waited Vedaa's response and exit of the room. As she did, she added another comment to the no so mysterious unlocked door.

"I will have to speak to the Inn-keeper about the subject at hand. But first, let us go for a drink, shall we? Tell me, Vedaa, what palate do you bear for wines. There must be a particular type" She asked.

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Name:http://i55.tinypic.com/auk3k2.jpg

Gender: Female

Race: Imperial

http://img826.imageshack.us/f/raven0.jpg/ Raven is a slim, angular girl with a well muscled body. Her features were severe and somewhat pointed, with hypnotic and "alive" golden eyes, having a feline quality to them. Drawing the gaze of men and women into her stare and captivating alure. Her face was clean, her body well built for battle. Fair skinned with jet black hair, Raven seems to fit the mold of some females in her outward appearance. Raven known to most as a beautiful woman. Her charms and seductive attitude gives her an advantage in almost situation. Her body was always in shape throughout her years, this can be explained from her brutal lifestyle of war and battle. Her smoothe almost pale face gives her an easy advantage in diplomatic missions and mercantile. Her lips are lively red and very much alive as her stare.

Birthsign: Warrior

Lifestyle: Raven lives alone with her brother Draken in Skingrad for quite some time. For many years, they were inseperable. Being born into nobility and wealth, Raven was often a pampered brat when a child, but as she grew older, she matured and was given a great deal of wisdom about her "calling" in life. Ever since those days, she used her gold and resources to make a name for herself and her own agendas. It wouldn't be wise to say her entire existance was of politics and trade. Raven had learned from a young age by private teachers and instructors in the ways of of battle. Raven understands Martial Arts, the ways of using the blade and marksmanship. She also has much knowledge in the arts of Destruction magic, being able to summon lightning to kill her enemies whenever she is in a troublesome situations and predicaments that she cannot get out with the help of others.

Equipment: Raven garbs herself in the trappings of wealth and influence, walking around in a mixture of reds and blacks. Often at times she wears a black & Bergundy outfit with gold trimmed shoes, or a Red Velvet outfit. At home, free from the prying eyes of the public view, Raven wanders about her home in privacy with Black robes. Raven has an interest in collecting weapons of value, but the ones she uses are two scimitars(Won't be used in RP). Raven can rely other martial skills and destruction power alone, not including her other subtle powers of persuasion and...other abilities within her grasp, so she avoids walking around with a sword in hand unless dealing with an enemy that requires to be responded with aggressive negotiations. Among these things, Raven carries around with her at all times, "special" apples and berries. For her studies, she carries two special books, one she sees as a personal bible. For nutrition and food, she carries a bottle with red nectar inside.

Background: Not much is known of Raven's childhood. No one knows of her past with the exception her parents and brother. This fact alone can create many speculations on what might of happened in her life. Many people who know Raven in the Imperial City or in Skingrad can assume that her childhood was one filled wit the joys of loving parents, a good home and a tight-knit family of religious nd virtuous nobles. Few people are aware of Raven's capabilities of fighting, as her charming personality speaks otherwise. But in truth, Raven is an accomplished philosopher, politician and warrior. While often assuming a genteel and civilized manner, Raven has no trouble with exercising nescessary force and action when the occasions calls for. Which makes her a respectable person, but a dangerous individual nonetheless. Raven's parents often were strict about outside influence in her daily life and taught her the ways of nobility and politics at a young age. Ever since then, Raven learned a few things about diplomacy and trade, a direct contrast to her brother who pursues a more outstanding life of battle and war as an accomplished Knight and warrior. All in all, Raven is never far from battle even when things seem to be more peaceful, this to her, however, is not problem.

Personality: Raven is patient, intelligent, and an incredible actress, able to keep up the facade of a good and honest politician for a good time. As both a former politician and noble and some other things, she appeared as an unassuming, child-hugging woman, almost motherly, with elegant robes. With her cheery demeanor, trademark smile, and a reputation for being a kind and modest girl in the Imperial City, she had won the hearts of many people around Cyrodiil. At times, she can be seen as snotty and arrogant, but when some people get to understand her for what she often displays, they will not be dissapointed until the coming hour.

Other: "Behold the beautiful flower, beware the serpent beneath it"

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:04 am

Marcus Lowe, Somewhere in Bruma

On his way to Olav's Marcus saw the local fighter's guildhall on his right. I should probably check that out, he thought. See if there's any jobs open. Olav's can wait until nightfall. Marcus changed course, heading off the main road and into the guildhall. Upon entering, he was greeted by a large Nord, who was sitting in the corner sharpening a very large sword. "What'cha lookin' for?" the man said in his gruff voice.

"The guild steward?" Marcus asked the Nord. "You know where he is?"

"He's upstairs. He's the Imperial with the big desk."

"Thanks." Marcus headed upstairs, and across the hall he spotted a large oak desk, with a dark-haired Imperial sitting behind it, looking very intently at the stack of papers in front of him. "Excuse me," he said politely as he approached the steward. "My name is Marcus Lowe, Protector rank. I was in the area and thought I might pick up a job. Any contracts available?"

The imperial looked up at Marcus. "Protector rank, eh? Hold on," the imperial shuffled through some papers, and after some time he shook his head and sighed. "Not much in the way of easy work, but I got a fugitive in the area if you're up to it." The man looked at Marcus, who nodded to indicate his interest. "Some bosmer named Caenlin killed two people in the chapel last week. Normally the city guard takes care of things like this, but they've been outsourcing this kind of thing a lot lately. Short guy, about five-foot six, but pretty dangerous with a blade. He's hiding out somewhere in the city. If you manage to catch him, he's fifteen-hundred drakes, dead or alive." He eyed Marcus very closely. "You up for it?"

"Yeah," said Marcus after some thought. It was a bit dangerous, but the money would last him the rest of the year. "Yeah, I'll do it. Any known friends or acquaintances in the area?"

"He's been seen around with the bartender at the Jerall View. Pretty little thing, her. Try and be gentle," the man said. "Or don't. Doesn't really matter." The steward pushed a paper across the desk at Marcus, who picked it up and examined it. On it was the fugitive's name and picture; a little bosmer guy, with long reddish hair. He looked like a pampered little thing; it was hard to imagine the guy committing a double murder.

"All right," said Marcus as he folded up the paper and put it in his back pocket. "I'll be back if I find him." With that, bade the steward goodbye, left the guildhall, and headed to the Jerall View Inn.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:32 pm

Octavius, Jerall View Inn

'Tavius nearly choked on his food as the door burst open and a rush of cold air flooded into the room, along with the shouts of an angry sounding man who spoke with a tell-tale drunken slur. Octavius turned in his padded stool and watched the scene with some disbelief and some humor as well as a clearly drunken Nord had seemingly smashed his way into the inn. His target appeared to be an Argonian in some sort of outlandish armor that Octavius would hazard a guess to be some sort of bonemold from Morrwind. He had heard about it before but had never seen anyone in Cyrodiil wearing it until now and his naturally inquisitive nature distracted him as he studied the unique armor.

He snapped out of it a second later as the Argonians elbow smashed into the loud intruders face and sent him on his merry way back into the cold day of Bruma. 'Tavius chuckled to himself, as did a few others in the inn, and he turned back around to take a sip of wine to wash down the most excellent shepherds pie he was eating. He heard the Argonian speak in his raspy lizard-man voice but didn't register what he had said as he thought of what his next move should be.

He didn't get far into his thoughts when the new-comer Argonian come up to him and asked him for a favor.

For the second time in a short span of time, Octavius nearly choked on his food and he raised a finger respectfully as he pounded his chest with his fist to move the food through his airway. He looked more closely at the Argonian who had made such a strange request, and tried to remember if he knew the lizard-man from somewhere. His memory could not place a face or a name, but this only led to more questions for the surprised Imperial.

"Sorry about that, but you took me by surprise." he said first, taking a sip of wine to soothe his throat. "Now please excuse me if I sound rude, but... This is quite a request to make a stranger, don't you think?" he said with a chuckle.

He wasn't mad or offended by the Argonians question but he was more intrigued as to what kind of person came up to a stranger and so blatantly asked for a favor.

"What did you need stranger?"

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:46 am

Demicus Magnus

"Actually yes there is something you could help me with."

Demicus paused and thought for a minute. Should he really ask a Legionary for a contract instead of them coming to him?
It's your break...Kat will not like this...
"Yes, this time of year is very slow and I'm running a bit low on funds so do you have any contracts that are close to Bruma that I could do? There are no strings attached and any contract near Bruma will do."

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:45 am

Gold-Heart was slightly relieed that the man didn't immediatly tell him to go away, which meant that he had a slight chance. Slight, but still there. Gold-Heart checked if his nose wasstill bleeding from the nords punch out in the cold, and it appeared it had stopped. Sadly, the blood stains were still there somewhat, and Gold-Heart thought that he probably looked ridiculous to the stranger. But he had hopefull impressed the man.

Guess my bad luck may turn into good luck?

"Alright, its a long story, so bear with me. My names Gold-Heart, adventurer extrodinare." Gold-Heart said vainly, slightly bowing his head in the vein of the grandiose of his staement, "And I am in a predicament. You see, on my way to Bruma, I was attacked by bandits. I fought the three them off, and the guards are off to colelct my ransom. But in the fight, I hit the leader with a bag of gold, my bag of gold, and the gold burst and I did not know it. So, I am now broke and have no way I can get any sort of money."

Gold-Heart leaned forward and grinned, "So, lend me enough money to at least get a nights inn at Olav's and I'll do you any favor in return. Pretty god deal, eh? How great would it be to solve your problems with one of Morrowind's most famous freelance adventurers to help? I would not like to sleep on a chapel pew, they are too cold for my tastes."

Gold-Heart, on the outside, was trying to make his deal seem attractive, but he also realized this could very easily go wrong, but Gold-Heart had very little choice. Who knows, maybe he'll start something that would make the bardssing his name in the streets all by asking for money like a beggar.

» Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:28 pm

Nathaniel Leinhart - Mid Morning, Bruma

After a fairly eventful morning for the young relic hunter he was thankful the rest of his jaunt to Bruma was undisturbed. Guiding Snowfire over toward the stables Nathaniel whistled to get the attention of the stable-hand who was moving a large bundle of hay. The hand immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?", the man inquired.

"What's your name? Hand.", Nathaniel retorted.

"So sorry, sir. My name is Humilis Nonius and I take care of all the horses here."

"Excellent, I will be staying in Bruma for a while and would like you to take care of Snowfire here.", Nathaniel said as he rubbed the beast affectionately. "However I expect Snowfire to get special attention and be well cared for in my absence." Opening his gold pouch Nathaniel produced twenty-two drakes which he handed to Humilis. "I believe this is compensation enough for your troubles but be warned if even one hair on his mane is harmed you'll regret it. Do we have an understanding?", Nathaniel asked.

"Ye-Yes, sir. I understand.", Humilis stammered as he was taken aback by Nathaniel's threatening tone.

"Good. I'm glad.", Nathaniel replied as he slowly climbed from Snowfire's saddle. Nathaniel then stood and watched as Snowfire was led into the stables with the other horses.

With that bit of business concluded Nathaniel preceded to walk up to the gate guard. "Good morning citizen, heading in to Bruma."

"Yes.", Nathaniel replied flatly.

"Well I'd be extremely careful as a rash of murders have occurred today. To tell you the truth I'm pretty scared."

Why is this spineless coward wasting his breath chatting with me, Nathaniel wondered. "So are you going to allow me in I've business to attend to."

"Oh, yes. Sorry for delaying you citizen. Have a nice day.", were the troubled guard's last words as the city gates opened permitting Nathaniel's entry.

Stepping into the city Nathaniel was surprised to see so many people outside in the frigid weather. Several crowds of people stood around talking in hushed whispers. A group of guards were questioning residents while one wrote down what was said with quill, parchment, and ink in hand. Several beggars walked through the crowds asking for donations of gold, shoes, and food. The brazier near the gate was surrounded as people tried to warm themselves from the freezing cold. Several dead bodies lay on the ground their blood staining the snow with red. Finally a chapel priest took in the morbid scene before him with a sullen look on his face.

Pushing his way through the crowds Nathaniel spotted a lone beggar who he walked over to.

"You, beggar. What's all this fuss about."

"Well if yous wants ta here wats I got ta say I'll be needin an incentive." The man grinned a toothy smile as he said this.

Collecting ten drakes from his pouch Nathaniel showed them to the beggar who reached out for them. Nathaniel quickly closed his fist. "You get these after you tell me what I want to hear."

Well I'll tells ya wat I seen. Early in the mornin I was going through Olav's garbage lookin for scraps at the time. Found me half a loaf of stale bread and some rotten venison.

"Get to the point I don't care what filth you rooted out of the trash."

"Alright. Alright. I'm gettin to it. So anyhow I'm happy bout my find when I hear a ruckus out front. Sneaking from the back I spot this fella in real spiffy lookin armor gettin into it wit an imperial guard. The guard drew his sword first but the spiffy guy makes mincemeat outta that guard and goes on his way."

"What about the other murders?", Nathaniel asked.

The man rubbed his thinning grey hair for a moment. "Now I member. It was about an hour after that first guard got offed. I had just eaten when I see these guards harassing dis youngin' Bosmer girl. This guy wearin this real weird armor walked up to 'em.

"What did the armor look like?" Could he be talking about that stranger I helped on the road.

The man thought about this for a while before responding. Well it was was kinda yellow and brown with lots of weird markings. Also the helmet kinda looked like a bug. Anyway da fella comes up and ain't happy with how the Bosmer is bein treated so he attacks em."

"Does he get wounded in the battle?"

"As a matter of fact he does take wounds to his shoulder and gut in the fight but he kills all of them. He then flees the city though I hafta say those bastards [censored] deserved it beatin on a young girl like that. Well that's all I know. Can I have da gold now?" The man flashed his rotten toothy smile again.

Nathaniel opened his clenched fist he then dropped the coins into the waiting man's outstretched palms. The beggar cheerful for his score rushed off around the bend to Olav's Tap & Tack. Humph so I helped a murderer earlier, oh well. Staring up the road Nathaniel saw that the guard had brought out the heavy hitters as Captain Burd with two guards flanking him made their way down toward the gates.

Not wanting to watch the situation unfold Nathaniel left heading toward the Jerall View Inn for lunch before going to the mages guild. Upon reaching his destination he noticed a group of men standing in the way of the door.

"Gentlemen, I need to get past if you don't mind I'd like to get some lunch.", Nathaniel said testily.

OOC: Need a response Haresus.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 3:33 am

Vedaa, The Jerall View inn

Feeling only slightly insulted by not accepting her handshake, Vedaa was even more confused by the body language of this woman and her darkening of the room. I wonder if she has something up her sleeve. The way she talks kinda makes me suspicious.

Playing along with Raven's remark, Vedaa chuckled modestly, not letting on to the fact she opened it herself, although she had a feeling Raven already knew. "Well you're lucky enough to even have a lock. My room over at Tap & Hack doesn't have one. And it smells like a wet dog was on my bed." Hang on, that didn't come out right. She probably thinks I'm the one that smelled like wet dog.

With Raven's arms behind her back waiting for a response, Vedaa wondered whether to make a serious reply or a comical one. "I suppose whatever they have here that's available. 'Raven's Tear' I guess. Oh wait, that's only in Shimmerene." Vedaa looked up as she thought for a second and then back at Raven and smiled as she realized the similarity, "Hey, that's your name." She returned back to the topic as her joke wasn't very amusing. "Uhm, well let's go see what they have. I think Fox Tail is pretty common everywhere. I just need somethin' to warm me up. But after wards I'll need to stop by the guild for a minute. What brings you to the tavern, if you don't mind me asking?"

Spoiler

Name: Vedaa Addammassar, adopted daughter of Ashlandic Dunmer, Ahti & Zebnannamu-Ilu Addammassar.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 24

Class: Sorceress

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Vedaa is a little short for her age; about 4'10". Her soft skin is a light blue with lips dark like ashes. Her build is healthy but slim. She is physically weak and one would not think she did much adventuring by looking at her. Her preferred hair style is a short pixie cut. Her eyes are big and beautiful; their color being a dark shade of burgundy. Being an Ashlander native to Summerset Isle, she has an accent that still lingers in her high-pitched, child-like, girly voice.

Equipment: Her grimoire and a Nordic white wolf fur ensemble and boots. No armor, no weapons, no scrolls, no soul gems, no lockpicks, no probes. Only a backpack with supplies, money and a change of clothes.

Starting Location: Olav's Tap and Tack inn, Bruma.

Lifestyle: The things she yearns for most in life are playing with magic, music, parties and hallucinogenic drugs such as the native mushrooms of Morrowind or the psychadelic roots, vines and plants that grow in the dense forests of Summerset and Elsweyr. One of her pleasures is being under the influence and creating new spells in her grimoires. She considers herself very similar to a composer of music. Her greatest and most studied colleges of magic are Mysticism, Alteration and Illusion with destruction being the least studied. She prefers to use her magic for practical uses and to create mind-altering visuals. She has performed spectacular shows with large musical ensembles. She has made good commissions from her magical performances and has sold the written drafts of her incantations to the Empire for their own use. Some spells she has tried to make were illegal, like the conjuration of gold coins (septims). At parties, she likes to meet new people and dance. If musicians are present, she'll attempt to win their favor by talking musical jargon or playing her violin. Her 2nd adopted parents were both exceptional musicians, her father being a violinist and her mother being an operatic singer. (Her first adopted parents were Ashlanders living in the wilderness of Summerset). She's mediocre at the violin but definitely not a virtuoso.
As far as guilds, she has been in the Thieves, Fighters, Mages, prosttutes and probably some other faction in Summerset. She eventually made it to the 2nd highest rank in the Mages Guild, but only after years of having to prove herself. While her magical abilities weren't in question, it was her choices of action and her decision making that held her back. Not to mention her spiteful and childish attitude.

Background: She procreated out of the interplay of the Aedra and Daedra. A girl named Juliana was created (for the 3rd time) by Julianos who was beseeched by Dowager Queen Barenziah, in an attempt to fulfill the Nerevarine prophecies. After Juliana's creation, the Daedra felt threatened and jealous. Being rivals of their Aedric counterparts, they felt the need to dip their finger in the pot as well. Not wanting to physically give any of their strength or powers to create a mortal, they enticed and seduced Mara and Dibella into creating this champion with them, without the other aedra knowing. Pouring into this concoction tiny portions of their properties was very unbalancing. As a safeguard for the daedra, they bound Vedaa's life force with Juliana's. If one died, so did the other. When Akatosh learned of this creation, he threatened to destroy it. Mara & Dibella beckoned to let their creation live, as they felt this creation was superior to the one Julianos made. However, there cannot be 2 Nerevarines in the Mundus. Akatosh grumbled and knew what he had to do; break the dragon. Time being a convoluted mess as it is, was not something with which to be tampered. In order to keep both creations yet have there only be one Nerevarine, Akatosh mustered his powers to split the mortal realm into two separate dimensions within each other, much like how two points on an axis can be at two different spots on the adjacent axis. Both mortals were transferred to Nirn; Juliana, the Aedric offspring representing Stasis, and Vedaa, the Daedric offspring representing Chaos. Both girls eventually defeated Dagoth Ur, though at different times. However, with time being contorted and broken, Azura was able to visit both Neravarines in their separate dimensions at the same time from her realm, yet it was two completely different moments of time in the mortal realm (think of a string wrapped around a ball and merging the two points together over the same spot). After the Nerevarine prophecies were fulfillied, they went about their lives. Juliana, being born from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, was ever so avaricious for learning her history and reason for coming into being. She eventually learned of the existence of her counterpart and somehow made it across to the "other side", into Vedaa's dimension. Once that happened, Akatosh was able to bring the split realm of Mundus together, letting Juliana's old dimension dissipate with Vedaa's being the true one. In this dimension, Juliana was no longer the Nerevarine and the people she once knew now had now never seen her before. Neither of them became the Champion of Cyrodiil for neither of them were imprisoned in the Imperial City dungeons and sent on the task to find the heir of the Emperor. Both girls were in completely different locations during these times, going about their normal lives.

Personality: Vedaa thinks very highly of herself. She knows she is gorgeous and she knows she is the best magician the planet has ever had. She can be feisty when things do not go her way. Her temper in the past has interfered with her casting abilities. She's quick to think and often doesn't reason out things. She is extremely emotion and takes things very personally. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Her heart is very fragile. She's been with hundreds of men and women but has only been in love a few times. Her biggest love was with Juliana. She'll do anything for people she loves or looks highly upon or has high respect for. She has been deceitful and lied many a times to those upon whom she frowned or had been hurt and embarrassed by. In many ways, she is a typical teenage girl; frivolous, careless, focused on herself and what she wants. However, she does possess many mature grown-up qualities that appeal to patriarchs in guilds and other such high ranking officials. She is intelligent enough to hold an intellectual conversation with people. She likes to joke and has a raunchy sense of humor, though at times it can be very childish and even nonsensical. When meeting new people, depending on their race, she'll either be quiet & reserved or loquacious & outwards.

Other: She has a critically low tolerance to magic-based spells. She contracts diseases very easily and becomes sick frequently. Being a divine creation, she is able to naturally absorb magicka that emanates from Aetherius. Unfortunately, it makes her profusely weak to offensive spells that are cast upon her. She is not naturally strong enough to physically lift daedric armor or weapons, aside from a tanto, dagger or bow (she needs two hands for a daedric shortsword and can hardly swing it in the air). She is more akin to High Elves than Dark Elves despite the fact she is a Dark Elf herself.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:57 am

Octavius, Jerall View Inn

Octavius listened with interest at first as the Argonian told of his hardships on the way to the city and because 'Tavius was generally polite, he kept a passive face as he listened to the somewhat vain lizard tell his heroic tale. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as this strange Argonian finally brought his story to an end and asked 'Tavius for some money in return for his services.

Octavius thought about how much gold he had in his satchel and then looked the Argonian, Gold-Heart, over once more. He seemed honest enough, but so did every other con-artist he had met in his travels. He wanted to help him out, especially since he genuinely seemed like he had been through some tough times on his way to the city and he certainly didn't feel like it was fair for anyone to sleep out in the deadly cold of a Bruma night.

But Octavius hadn't survived as a drifter these many years by giving gold out to people he didn't know. Especially ones wearing armor who had just elbowed a possibly innocent Nord in the teeth. So he decided to stick to his morals, but did so in a hopefully non-offensive way.

"Sorry but I've barely got enough gold to last a few days here, even if I went off to Olav's to sleep the nights. I've been out of work for a while now so gold is sparse." he told Gold-Heart with a grim smile. He looked over the Argonian once more and a thought occurred to him.

"How bout you and me go a find some work together? Odd, I know, but times are tough and I came to Skyrim expecting there to be a wide range of jobs here. Perhaps we could go find one of those jobs together, seeing as how you're a famous adventurer and all." he explained, keeping his face straight and his voice clear of sarcasm at the last part of his proposition, so he didn't offend the Argonian.

Gold-Heart seemed legit enough with his armor and weapon that perhaps they could find some mercenary work to do, even if it wasn't his specialty.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:25 am

Gold-Heart leaned back for a moment. His first attempt, it seemed, to attempt to save himself embarasment had failed, but now another idea had come up. As it turned out, he may have stumbled upon something more interesting. For a moment, his inner sense of adventure stirred and he raised his scaled brow. Sure, the imperial seemed to be taken the Argonian at arms length, which didn't bother Gold-Heart. He came in rather abrutly hitting Nords, had blood on his face, and was asking for money. The Imperial (of whom he did not know the name of) was right in his caution. Gold-Heart wondered if he actually believed that he was a famous adventurer, which seemed far fetched, but thankfully he was't totally lying. He was an adventurer, and he had eearned a certain degree of prestige, but he certainly wasn't world famous. Then again, he liked it that way.

"Hm, you don't seem much of the adventuring type, albiet. You've got no armor, Your weapon thinly concealed under the cloak. You may be skilled in magic, but most mages are pretty cocky, and you don't seem very cocky or you would've been more smug in talking to me. But you do seem like the kinda guy who can get people behind him for something, and seem like big things might follow you. Me, on the other hand, am a warrior, and know how to handle myself in pretty bad fights. I think if we can find something to do 'round these parts, we can work together for a while. At least till one of us ends up six feet under or when I get back on my feet again."

Gold-Heart extended his hand in a friendly manner, putting his elbow on the table and grinning, showing his pointed reptilian teeth. "So I guess I'll take you up on your offer. So whats your name, and can I have some of that cheese? I'm starved."

Cocky? Yes. Could end up in bad things? Of course. Banking almost totally on luck of the draw? Always. Gold-Heart would like it no other way.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:50 am

OOC: It's shepherds pie, not cheese! :laugh:

Octavius, Jerall View Inn

Octavius just let out a laugh as Gold-Heart asked for some of his shepherds pie. "It's shepherds pie actually, but here," he said, taking one last bite before sliding the last quarter down the bar to his new partner to finish, "it's quite good."

"I know I'm not much to look at as an adventurer but I can assure you I didn't survive the last fifteen years living city by city with merely my skill with words and people." he said with a wink, as he took a modest sip of wine. "I pride myself in my knowledge of the arcane but I have my ways of defense as well." he said slyly as he reached down and patted the small but deadly crossbow.

He regarded his new partner and finally decided that he at the very least didn't mind his new accomplice. He could hardly call him a friend, and Gold-Heart had not even begun to earn his trust but for now, he was a partner in business and that was all that mattered at the moment. He examined Gold-Heart's nose, but sighed slightly as he couldn't tell what kind of damage was done with his inexperience of reptilian features.

"I can't tell for sure, but if your nose is still smarting from whatever I assume that Nord did to you, I have some moderate skill in healing magicks if you'd like me to at least ease the pain?"

» Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:12 pm

"Actually yes there is something you could help me with."

Snowe paused for a moment, apparently thinking about what he was going to say, but then added to his previous statement, "Yes, this time of year is very slow and I'm running a bit low on funds so do you have any contracts that are close to Bruma that I could do? There are no strings attached and any contract near Bruma will do."

I raised my eyebrow. Not too many mercs go straight to a source and ask for a job. Most simply wait to be approached. But this Demicus Snowe was a different sort, and I kind of liked that. I looked around the room again. Still no one, I thought, worry beginning to seep into my mind. Its been almost 15 minutes. I should've seen someone by now. I shook my head slightly, dispelling the notion.

"Well, I've only been in Bruma myself for not even a hour yet, so I wouldn't know of any contracts in the area. But after I meet with the Countess, we can discuss . . ."

I was cut off by a loud scream, and the Breton women I had met before stumbled into the room. I stared in horror as she fell down. Her dress was torn and covered with blood, and cuts filled every visible part of her body. Blood was flowing out profusely, and was quickly pooling around her on the floor. "Captain . . . Phillida . .." she groaned weakly.

I rand over to her and knelt down beside her, putting my hand on her cheek. "What happened to you?" I asked, trying to be kind, but also firm enough to get an answer immediatly.

"Nords . . . the Countess . . . so much blood . ." She managed to say, but then collasped. I checked her pulse and felt nothing. Dead, I thought angrily. Dammit!

I stood up and called over my shoulder to Demicus, "You wanted work? Here's something you can help out with!" Without looking to see if he followed, I drew my sword and ran up the stairs on the side of the enterence room towards the Countess's room. On the way up the stairs, I noticed the body of several guards laying slumped on the stairs, clearly dead. Their wounds were obviously delivered by axes of some kind, and the positioning of the wounds indicated sneak attacks, as did the fact that none of the guards had their swords drawn.

Finally reaching the door, I positioned myself in front of the door. I still didn't notice whether or not Demicus had followed me, but at this point that was the farthest thing from my mind. I said, both to myself and Demicus if he had followed me, "Ready yourself," and kicked open the door.

A horrifying sight greeted me. The Countess's bodyguards lay decapitated, dismembered, or both across the room. In the middle of the room was the Countess, who was hanging from her wrists from the cieling, half naked and bleeding. 4 large Nords surrounded her, taking turns punching her and kicking her. The largest, who was obviously the leader, was yelling, "You crazy [self-censored]! You think you can steal our Ebony!"

Hearing me kicking open the door, one of the smaller Nords turned and saw me. His eyes widened, and he said with a shaky voice, "Uhh, Boss? We gotta a probem..."

The leader spun around and saw me. His lip curled up in a look of disguest and he laughedas he said, "So, little Phillida comes in to be a hero. Just like your daddy, huh, boy?" Seeing the look on my face, he laughed even louder and took a step foward. "Yeah, your dad was a hero, wasn't he? But he still squealed like a pig anyway. Just like you'll do when I'm done with you,"

He drew a massive battle-axe, and his compainions drew waraxes. He added, "You know, you weren't supposed to get involved in this, boy. You were supposed to just keep waiting down in the enterence hall. But people like you just can't leave well enough alone. So you have to die,"

I started breathing heavily, rage filling me up, straining my muscles, making me stronger. With a quiet voice that could've melted Ebony, I said, "The only one dying here will be you."

The Nord laughed again. "You think so? Good, it'll make this fight more interesting . . ." With that, The Nords charged.

OOC: I hope this is okay to do, mixing things up like this. I can change it if it isn't. Just tell me.
OOC: DarkZerker, respond quickly, please. But don't start combat if you do decide that Demicus is going to come along with Maximus.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:30 am

Demicus Magnus

The screams of a Breton woman cut off the Captain and both of us rushed to the scene to see a Breton woman. Captain Phillida questioned the woman in a kind but very productive way, something I had never seen. The woman said something about a Nord and the Countess. That seemed to be enough for Captain Phillida to rush towards the Countess' room.

I followed and it seemed that even in my somewhat heavy armor, the Captain was completely focused on reaching the Countess. He positioned himself in a breaching position near the door. "Ready yourself," He said and kicked open the door. There, a band of Nords seemed to be torturing the Countess, saying something about the Ebony.

The largest Nord, who seemed to be the leader, spun around. "So, little Phillida comes in to be a hero. Just like your daddy, huh, boy?" He stepped closer, as if the Nord wasn't afraid that the Legion Captain's father worked directly with the famed V-A & Legion Company. The Nord continued to taunt the Legion Captain. "Yeah, your dad was a hero, wasn't he? But he still squealed like a pig anyway. Just like you'll do when I'm done with you."

He drew a massive battle-axe, and his companions drew war axes. He added, "You know, you weren't supposed to get involved in this, boy. You were supposed to just keep waiting down in the entrance hall. But people like you just can't leave well enough alone. So you have to die."

While Phillida seemed to get angrier as the time passed, I studied the Nords. Very good combat experience, very large heavy weapons. One shot with that and I'll be dead...oh if Kat were here. But of course there was always a way to win. This time, it was surprise.

Then the stupidest move of all time, the Nords charged. I grabbed my platinum blade and stabbed the first Nord as he was about to swing with the axe.

Katriana Inar
OOC: Takes place while Demicus and Phillida are heading to the Countess' room.

"Dem? Where are you?"

Kat walked around the shack looking for her friend until she found a hastily written note. "Kat, I'm at Castle Bruma. Feel free to stop by. Ciao, Dem."

She grumbled and donned her fur clothes and bow, taking 40 silver arrows for good measure. Kat quickly cooled off however as she usually never stays mad at Demicus for longer than a minute. That and the freezing cold of Bruma took her off guard. She made her way to the Castle Bruma and looked around for Demicus before the sound of battle caught her attention.

"Dem is that you?!" She half yelled and ran towards the sound of battle.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:23 am

-- Rave Jaunx - Near Noon, Outside Bruma, Cyrodiil.

Greetings Imperial.. no.. Hail citizen! no, no.. Rave wanted to make sure he got this right. It was his first time impersonating an Imperial Officer, and he wanted to make damn well sure that he didn't get caught. After a tedious walk in the overbearing armor, Rave came upon the city's stables. Looking over the horses, he found the white colored steed that he had seen earlier that day. Approaching the stable hand, he signaled for his attention.
" Is.. is there a problem officer," the man nervously asked. He was rubbing his hands together as his eyes darted back and forth.
Show time. " No," Rave started, " no problem. No reason to be alarmed. This horse here, the white one. Do you know who owns it?"
"Yes sir, I surely do," the man replied somewhat confidently. " Payed me extra to take special care of this one." He rubbed the horses head, and looked back at Rave.
Reaching into his bag, he pulled out 100 septims. Make it sound good. Rave cleared his throat. " Under penalty of.. uh.. Imperial law, you are hereby ordered to hold onto these gold coins and give them to the owner of this horse at his return to these stables... Okay? Err.. do you understand these legal terms citizen?"
The man nodded nervously and eagerly took the gold from Rave's hand. "The Empire can count on me sir, thank you sir."
Rave nodded and headed up to the city gate. Easy enough. Now for the hard part... gate guards. Rave's stomach began to churn. He knew this was his best chance of getting caught in his act, and he was very worried about what he should say. He repeated phrases over and over in his head, rearranging them and trying to remember anything he had overheard guards saying before. One of the gate guards had started walking towards him. Stay calm.. This won't be easy.. ok.. here we go.. I can do this.. Rave began to speak, " Greetings Imperial broth.."
The guard aggressively took his hand to shake it, with a large and friendly smile on his face. " Good to see you sir! Here to rest from your patrol eh? Glad to have you. Just some things you should know sir..".
Rave was completely thrown off. He let out an " Err, uh ok." His face drew a confused look, as his eyes widened and his head turned back. The guard basically dragged him into the city. It was apparent he had a lot of respect for the Legionnaires. So that was easy.
"Yes sir, we've had quite the morning. Demicus Snowe, you know him right? Oh.. I hope you're not here for him. A Legionnaire like yourself was just here earlier to arrest him, and he died trying to do so."
Rave shook his head, " No uh.. not my department..".
The man continued, " Ah and a good thing sir. You're on a northern patrol right? I wish I got to do that, I hate being cooped up here in the city all day, you have no idea..".
Rave just nodded again, figuring he couldn't get a word in anyhow.
" Also sir, we uh.." the man paused for a second and drew a deep breath. " We lost four of our men today. Some loon in full Bonemold armor.. that stuff from Morrowind, if you can believe that, attacked and killed them and then took off. We almost had him sir. I chased him right out the gate myself. Lost him in the woods though."
Oh great now he.... no.. wait... perfect. "Did this man by any chance carry an Ebony axe," Rave asked.
The man stopped walking and turned back at him. "Yes.. yes he did sir. How did you know that?"
Rave's eyes looked up as he thought for a moment. " You see uh, on my way here, out on patrol. My partner and I ran into a man matching that very description. He had an Ebony axe. He looked wounded and tired. My partner ordered him to stop for questioning and he attacked us. He hurt my partner but I was able to put him down. So.. looks like I solved your problem for you. Don't have to worry about him anymore, no."
The man's eyes seemed to light up. " This is great news, great news sir! Come quickly, we must go get the captain and inform him at once. At least that's one less thing we'll have to worry about. This day has been crazy already. Alright then, let's go."
Rave stuttered a bit. " Oh uh, well... wait, I mean. Uh.. I could really use a bite to eat first, I've been walking all day, and that fight didn't help out much.."
His words were cut short by a loud scream and the ringing of bells. Guards started shouting and people scattered all across the roads in panic. The guard turned his attention from Rave and up near the castle.
A group of guards running out of the courtyard screamed, "All men to the castle at once, the countess has been attacked! The castle is under siege! All guards to the castle immediately!"
Rave slowly started to back up, but was grabbed around the wrist by the guard who didn't even look back at him.
" Come on sir, we need your help! To the castle at once," the man shouted.
You've gotta be kidding me. I can't do this. I can't go up there. No.. damn, no I have to. Realizing he had no other choice if he wanted to keep his cover protected, Rave took off towards the castle.

» Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:50 pm

Gold-Heart felt rather embarrased at calling the shepards pie cheese. "Oh, it looked like cheese when I was clocking that nord."

Gold-Heart saw the imperial go for his crossbow in explanations of his skills. He reached his hand for his ebony spear almost out of habit, but it was in a slow, open, unthreating manner, as though just to just show he actually just had the spear. "And Don't worry, I've got enough skill with a spear and speed on my foot-claws to get me through a fight. The lucky pants help too." Gold-Heart laughed out load, almost awkwardly loud, and took a peice of the shepards pie after saying a polite thank you to the Imperial comrade. He had many partners through his years of adventuring, but none of them really stuck in his mind anymore. Except the cold loyalty of Galvon, or the wise swordsman Swift-Blade.

Or her, the one woman he ever loved...

He snapped out of his breif trance at the mentioning of his nose. He waved his newfound friend's comment off caually. "Don't worry, I have moderate understanding of Restoration and Illusion Magicks, I'll just heal this up..." He put his finger on his snout and put a small healing spell upon it, he could feel his injuries heal themselves, and the dull pain in his nose cleared like fog at the suns rays. He took a deep breath and smiled.

"Ah, Much better. So, whats your name, friend? And Any Idea where we will start with our little adventuring endeavors?" Gold-Heart asked

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 1:10 pm

Marcus Lowe, Jerall View Inn

The Inn was very nice, as far as Inns go, much higher-class than the Tap and Tack. But none of that really concerned Marcus. What did concern him was the redhead bosmer girl tending the bar; Marcus navigated around several tables, sat down at the bar, and ordered some mead; he used to find it disgusting, but acquired a taste for the drink after spending some Skyrim. Upon bringing the drink, the girl smiled brightly and said, "You from around here? Most travelers don't order mead."

Marcus smiled back. "No, I'm not," he said as he examined the tankard; it was well-polished, and he could see the table behind him reflected in it. "But I drop in from time to time. Anything interesting happening in Bruma lately?"

The girl paused for a bit after hearing the question, but then smiled as she poured a drink for another patron. "No, I'm afraid it's been very quiet lately. Not much going on."

"Really? I've actually hear a few interesting stories. You hear about Caenlin?"

"No," the girl said very quickly; she seemed to have caught herself, though, and continued speaking calmly. "No, I haven't. What happened?"

"Guy went crazy," Marcus said, though she didn't seem to be paying attention; her eyes were focused very intently somewhere behind Marcus. "Killed two people in the chapel the other day. City guard's been looking all over for him. They even hired the fighter's guild to help out." The girl nodded idly, but she was still looking at some spot behind Marcus. He looked at the reflection in his tankard, and sure enough, there was a short, slender figure standing almost directly behind Marcus. The bartender gave a tiny jerk of her head, and the reflection moved off to the left, into some hallway.

"You know," said Marcus calmly. "I heard he hung around here alot. I'd look out if I were you." He took a big gulp of mead. "Your bathroom, it's over there, right?" he turned around and gestured at the hallway to the bedrooms, the same hallway the reflection had gone into. Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Thanks." He got up and walked, much faster than usual, to the hallway.

There was a very short Dark Elf girl sticking out of a door further down, but the figure was nowhere to be seen. "Excuse me," he called politely to the dunmer across the hall. "You haven't seen a Bosmer guy come through here, have you?"

OOC: Heads up to Tes96

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:00 pm

The Jerrall View Inn

Thilbault had finished his mutton, and was at the bar drinking a large glass of warm milk. While eating his sheep leg, he had been thinking about working I can't just mope about all day, gotta find some work, whatever it may be. The Fighters Guild? Could join... Maybe I could see the smith as well. He had been here for nearly a month now, and was running out of Septims... or whatever the were called now... Ocato's? Even though the inn was 30 gold, the food was becoming dear also, about 5 drakes for a piece of pie now. Inflation was high, but work was short.
But while waiting for his milk, an Argonian man had been pushed through the door, fighting with a drunk Nord, which was not rare in a Bruma winter, the Argonian had been hit in the nose, and retaliated by knocking out the Nord.
After Logvaar dragged the nord to the city guard, the Argonian man approached the man who was sitting next to Thilbault at the bar. They seemed to be looking for work, and wanted to look at some adventuring caves to make some dosh - like Thilbault. He saw it as a great opportunity to make some cash, and get out of the city, as a side bonus, he might make some friends. Suggest something... damn you! All you need to say is: 'Sorry for butting in, but on my way to Bruma, I took notice of a bandit cave near the city, it looked well populated, and with population, comes possesions. You see, I also would like to make some money, but would not be willing to venture out on my lonesome. Would you be as kind as to accept me on your adventure?
Thilbault was about to mention it, but his confidence dropped, and instead of greeting the two men, he gave out a strange grunting noise, similar to that of a cows. To save himself any further embarrasment, he quickly spilled 3 coins on the counter and rushed out of the inn.
He saw the man from the tap and Tack blocking the path for a pale Imperial man, and managed to slip past them.
Work...hmmm Thilbault made his way to the Fighters Guild and talked to the man nearest him, clad in steel armour. Well the man finally talked to Thilbault, as Thilbault had made some cracking noises when he tried to speak.
"What do you want, Breton?" the man inquired, with a snarl on the word 'Breton'.
"Yes. I was looking for work and wanted to join the err... Fighters guild here."
"Well you can't" The warrior man said rather bluntly, "You'll need to speak to an old Redguard called Azzan in Anvil, a Nord in Cheydinhal... Keld, yes, his name is Keld of the Isles or Modryn Oreyn in Chorrol. But you don't look like you want to travel, so you're of no good here."
"Oh... well. Farewell." Thilbault said, rather put off from the mans blunt disregard of him. He left the building to see all of the guards in the city heading to the Castle. Somethings wrong...

OOC: Sorry for ignoring your character, Haresus, I just wanted to get this done.

Spoiler

Name: Thilbault Ancois

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 68

Appearance:
Hair: Bushy and unkempt, an ugly rat-like grey, that might once of been a thick brown. A bald spot is appearing around the crown, and a few silver hairs appearing here and there.
Face: Has a flat and bent nose that has been broken on many occasions. He has large murky blue eyes that dominate his face, and has bushy eyebrows and dark under eyes that contrast them. He has tight lips, and a thick goatee. Wrinkles plague his face.
Build: Surprisingly stocky, and for his age, has well developed muscles, and is intimidating. Looks like a mountain man.
Height: 1.84m/6foot (I think)
Class: Doesn’t really have a ‘class’, sort of a battlemage
Skilled in the arts of Axe – Educated from a young age, was taught the art from his father, who always dreamed of having a warrior son, Speechcraft - As a politician, he needs to speak well, Athletics – Thilbault has always been a great runner and swimmer, and is naturally talented, Illusion, Destruction and Conjuration – Bretons are always skilled at magic, and Thilbault specialises in the above skills.

Lifestyle: A hard worker, Thilbault does whatever possible to get his money - as long as its inside the law. Even though he was poor as a child, his parents taught him morals, and he sticks by those. But when relaxing, he knows how to relax - barely lifting a finger.

Equipment: An Ebony war axe, which he was given for his services at Castle Farrun, 8 years ago. Otherwise, he dresses like a noble man, in a Green Brocade Doublet, with an Ebony Cuirass underneath, to protect him from attacks when he is out in the wild. Wears fine silk pants, and leather boots. He has a fine Jewelled Amulet enchanted with Fire Shield, Frost Shield and Shock Shield. He also carries a worn, grey jacket, to keep him warm when he is in the north, and a fur hat, to keep his ears from freezing off. Carries a coin purse around.

Starting Location: Olav’s Tap and Tack, Bruma.

Background: Born into a mining family, it was always Thilbault’s dream to enter the mine. His childhood was fine, he lived in lower-class family, on the outskirts of Farrun, the youngest of seven children, 4 boys, 3 girls, he was always left with scraps at a young age. But he taught himself to manipulate and persuade people, tricking his siblings into giving him their supper, and pressuring the other children at the school into giving him their Sweetrolls. Despite being in a poor family – his father in the mines for 8 months of the year, and only getting paid 100 septims each year, his mother had to make the money in the mean time, she took up farming, and sold her wares at the market, often coming back with less than 5 drakes – they still led a happy life, and the Ancois’ always believed in education, so they made sure that the children went to school to learn.
Despite being extremely intelligent, Thilbault wanted nothing more then to work in the mine, with his brothers and fathers, and when he was 12, Thilbault desperately begged his father to teach him how to use an Axe. And so each day when he got home from school and his father was home, they practiced using an axe, all night. By the age 15, Thilbault was a master, and could most likely kill anyone with a couple of hacks from his iron war axe.
At 18, Thilbault entered the local Silver Mine – Storig mine – and fell in love with the profession, despite the horrible conditions and poor pay. Whilst making his way to his home after a year in the mine, he wandered past an Ebony mine, and saw the beautiful material, and instantly knew he wanted to work in the mine. The next year, he left Storig Mine, to work in the Ebony mine, but was still angry at the poor pay and conditions. So after years of frustration, Thilbault led an army of miners to Castle Farrun, demanding better pay, and the King listened, raising the pay for all miners in County Farrun by 250 gold per year. But Thilbault was never to return to the mine. During the negotiations for the miners pay, King Alphonse was impressed with Thilbault’s speaking skills, and for 28 years, Thilbault was the chief advisor and negotiation in County Farrun, helping to resolve conflicts, and was strategical advisor to King Alphonse Encis during his war against the King of Solitude in 3E 425. Five years later, Thilbault retired, and was given an Ebony War Axe, as a parting gift. But before retiring completely, Thilbault wanted to work in the mines again, but also see the world. So after 4 years of working in an Ebony mine near Taneth, he decided to go to Cyrodiil, and was working as a Mine manager for Derelict mine near Cheydinhal for 3 years, heard there was a recent influx of Ebony found in Skyrim, and made his way to Bruma, where he is now.

Personality: A friendly, intelligent man, but doesn’t have much friends, a result of working in mines, and his imposing stature. So most of the day, Thilbault just drinks in taverns, trying to make small talk, however people tend to shy away from him, thinking that he may hurt them. As a result, Thilbault isn’t very confident around people, and struggles at making friends.

» Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:21 am

Two of the Nords charged straight past me and towards Demicus, One of them got stabbed almost immediatly and went down. The third Nord charged towards me, swinging his axe with both hands towards my head. I blocked it with my shield, causing him to stagger, then bashed him with my shield. He hit the floor, and I stabbed him in the chest. I turned around and was barely able to dodge the axe of the Lead Nord.

I bobbed back up a foot away, and swung my blad towards his hip, but he was surprisingly quick for a Nord, and jumped back out of the way. Again, he swung at me, this time with an overhead swing, which I blocked with my shield. However, the force of the blow drove me to my knee, and he was setting up for another swing, I dove out of the way of this one, losing my shield winding up behind the Nord in the process. I stabbed him throught the arm, but he barely seemed to care, and elbowed me in the face.

He walked calmly towards me, his axe hanging loosely in his hand, facing the ground. He swung it quickly back up into both hands, and slammed it down on my blade. It took all of my strength to aviod being knocked to the floor and disarmed, but even then, I was driven to a knee. The Nord grinned cockily as he whispered, "I'm going to enjoy killing you, boy!"

His face filled me with rage, enough rage to gain the strength to push back. I pushed, and pushed, until he was the one on a knee. I brought my knee up as hard as I could into his face, knocking him onto his back,. I dropped my sword, and punched him in the face three times before dragging him over to the window of the Countess's room. I turned my face away, and punched through the window, shattering the glass. I then hoisted the Nord up over the window, my holding of him by his legs the only thing keeping him from plummeting several stories to his death. The Nord looked down, and screamed, obviously terrrified by the prospect of plummetting to his demise.

"Now, considering that you're being held several stories over the ground, and my arms are feeling kinda shaky, you really should be asking yourself if you're feeling lucky. Well, are you?" I asked rhetorically, as I slightly loosened my grip on him for a moment, and he screamed. He shook his head in response to my question. "Aww, that's too bad. You know what might make your luck improve? Telling me who you work for. Now,"

The Nord yelled, "All right, All right!"

"Good. Now excuse me for a moment," Raisng my voice to address Demicus, who I was confident had taken care of the last guy, I said, "Demicus, go find the the Captain of the guard, and tell him to scour the castle, then please find the Court Mage and tell him to meet me at the Mage's Guild. Thank you,"

Returning my attention to my captive, I dragged him slightly back inside and asked, "Who are you? Who sent you?"

The Nord, still gasping for air, replied, "My name . . . my name is Gerad Bear-Kin. I work for a ... private employer."

I grabbed his collar and growled, "Who? Names, now."

"I . . . I can't say."

I raised my voice and said, "You will, or I swear to the Nine, you're dead."

The Nord laughed shakily and said, "You say I'm dead if I don't tell you, but the thing is, I'm dead even if I do."

I growled and whispered, "Then die," and ran him through with my blade. I quickly searched his body and found about 400 Septims, a map of the castle, and a note detailing the shifts of guards throughout the castle, as well as patrol routes for the entire city. I wasn't surprised by any of these. The money must've been part of the payment, and the maps were typical for assassins to possess. Leaving the corpse there, and storing those items in my pocket, I turned and walked towards the Countess. She had obviously been deflied by the Nords, who must've had a sick sense of humor. She wasn't moving much, so I quickly checked her pulse, thinking, Please don't be dead, by the Nine, don't be dead. Luckily, I felt a faint pulse. Happy, but concerned, I quickly cut down the unconcious noble and covered her with one of the blankets from her bed.

Before I left however, I noticed a slip of paper laying on the floor next to where the Countess was hanging. I picked it up but I couldn't read the language. It was strange, not any of the currently used languages across Tamriel, or at least not any of the ones I had read about. Curious, I thought. This might be worth getting translated.

Holding this paper in my left hand, I gathered my sword and shield and picked up the Countess in my arms, and headed out of the castle, making sure to grab my cloak and lay it over the Countess on the way. Hoping I would be quick enough to get the Countess to a healer, I started my cold trek through the snow towards the Mage's Guild.

» Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:50 pm

Demicus Magnus

I watched as the Nords charged. After my near immediate first kill, Phillida showed a remarkable ability in combat, just like his father. I easily held my own and saw Phillida grab a Nord and dangle him from out of the Countess' window. The last Nord was young and stupid. He kept swinging around the axe, making it so that I couldn't get close. When it seemed that it would end in a stalemate, the last guy was shot by an arrow.

I glanced back to see the Nord still dangling from the window and behind the young Nord was Kat.
She gave a cocky smile at me. "So how did I do?"
I smiled back. "10 Points even."
Kat looked at the dangling Nord and suddenly Phillida commented while still gripping the poor Nord. "Demicus, go find the the Captain of the guard, and tell him to scour the castle, then please find the Court Mage and tell him to meet me at the Mage's Guild. Thank you,"

The two of us left and at the entrance of the castle, I gestured towards the guard barracks. "You go to the barracks and I'll find the Court Mage."
"Just like old times eh?"
"Yeah..."

Both of us split up and went to find the people Phillida asked for.

I quickly found the Court Mage roaming outside the Castle in the Courtyard. She eyed me, probably the bloodstains. "How may I help you?"
"Report to the Mage's Guild. It's Captain Phillida's orders."
She nodded and without a fuss, the Court Mage headed to the Mage's Guild.
Wonder if Kat has the same luck...

Katriana Inar
"Please sir! The Countess is hurt and Captain Phillida wants you to help!"

The very muscular and imposing Captain stared down at the small archer before him. "...Fine...If you're lying, it's a 500 gold fine."
Katriana thanked the Captain and headed to the Mage's Guild.