[Adam]

Taela broke her concentration and jumped back, startled by Erenor's Elderin's sudden outburst. A massive ward so thick that it was literally a wall seperated the two mages. The khajiit held the ward in place as she caught her breath. Elderin had snapped for a brief moment. His face, contorted, unnearved Taela as she peered around the ward.

Fixed

[leigh stewart]

Taela let down her ward and approached Elderin slowly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her eyes locked onto his and the Altimer then became the confused one.

Taela: "This one can see great pain in your eyes. The shifting sand buries many secrets. But all they do is conceal the mysteries of the past who yearn to be uncovered sooner or later. But Taela does not see this as the time of unearthing the secrets of Alanin and you know this. You pine to tell Taela about this "Alanin", but perhaps you are not ready to reveal it yet. However, if you feel you are ready to reveal something that appears to have a choking hold on your heart, then she will ask. Who is Alanin?"

Spoiler

OOC: Where is everyone?

[Cathrine Jack]

OOC: No idea where everyone is. Seen Uglius reading some of the Valton RP I joined up in.

IC: Elderin looked at Taela. She put her hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. She spoke of sands covering up the pasts, only for the past to come back to haunt all later on. She was not sure if Elderin was ready to reveal his troubled past just yet. In truth, he was not. The high elf felt a need to explain some of who this "Alanin" was, if not the whole story. Sighing, he spoke.

"Alanin was.....no.....is a Thalmor mage. A rather mad one at that. He hunts down Talos worshippers just like any other Justicar. But he treats it all like a game. He is the hunter, and everyone is the prey. He find's a Talos worshipper? He might give them a chance to excape. A head start, something like that. But he makes the hunt the most painful thing his prey will ever experience. Days on end of them running, forced to flle for life and limb. No food or water, and no rest. And he treats it all like a noble man treats his hunting. Something made only to amuse him. He mostly refuses to kill "Hertics" though. Instead, he keeps them in chains, around only so he torture them later on. He's a sick, twisted boy. He's so young in Atlmer years, he may as well have just reached manhood. I still remember that laugh.....his haunting laugh."

Elderin felt a rush of memories come out with every word. He could see Alanin setting everything a flame, laughing all the while, as if held by Sheogorath. Anger had turned to tears, which Elderin was barely holding in. Few tears slipped out of his eyes, both the blind one and the blue one with sight. Ignoring the tears, he turned toward the Khajiit.

"I'm....sory. I can't explain further. It's just......to painful for me."

[Dan Scott]

Taela: "Khajiit suspects you two knew each other. He sounds like a terrible individual. But just as you said, we shall go no further."

She took her hand off the Altimers shoulders and sat down and folded her legs. Taela tried to practice what she had learned from Elderin and bind the gauntlets to Mundus, though nothing came out of it. The farthest Taela progressed was forming the outline of the gauntlets, immediately losing concentration. The cause was an empty stomach.

Taela: "Perhaps this lesson could wait. We should return to the shed."

[Laura Ellaby]

ooc: I'm still here, just waiting on everyone else to reply.

[Naomi Ward]

OOC: I see then Uglius. Sleeper is busy with a lot of RP's, but I have no idea where Ant went. Which svcks, cause I was about to really go in deep with the Thalmor involment.

Taela suggested that they should go and eat. Elderin forgot all about the Steak. Shifting his focus to that, he stood up.

"Yes, I have forgotten about the steak. Hopefully it has not been long enough for the steak to be burnt. Let us go then."

As the elf and the cat walked back to the shack, Elderin saw that the bosmer, nord, and reguard were all around the fire. Checking the steak, he let out of a sigh of relief.

"Alright then. Who wants salmon?"

[Louise Andrew]

OOC: Sorry I havent done anything recently, been busy here on the homefront. I can usually keep up, but i dunno about now. Will post soon, and will use this my place to post unless i get ninjaed

[Flash]

OOC: Yeah, it was my birthday the past Friday and it was celebrated throughout the weekend, so I didn't have time or energy to post here. Sorry. Post either tonight or tomorrow though.

[Richus Dude]

OOC: No problem with being gone guys. Everybody's got a life out of da Forums. Without further ado, let's get this show back on the road.

IC: Elderin broke the stick in many parts, each with some salmon, the fire already dying down. He gave a stick to each of his guests.

"Eat up. It's on me" the elf said.

[Angela]

Sakii had finished skinning the sabre cat and was now in a slight sweat. She was glad she could now smell the salmon steak ready to be feasted upon, for her timing couldn't have been better.

[GPMG]

Hyaril was a little frustrated that no one had answered his question. I surely am amongst dull company. he thought, noticing how no one had either commented nor asked about his songs. This certainly wasn't the Skyrim he'd heard about, silly mages and awkward warriors. Almost enough to make one a murderer.

Luckily, the others returned, Elderin deciding he was hungry and offered him a large portion of the steak. Willingly and with baited breath, Hyaril munched on the salmon, finding it delicious in every sense of the word. "You know, I think I'll make a song about this steak. I think this evening would make a fine song."

[jesse villaneda]

Taela inched her way inconspicuously towards the lute strumming bosmer as the group enjoyed their dinner. Hyaril seemed to take no notice and continued playing away. The melody was calming and pleasant to the ear. Taela grabbed a piece of the fish and took a big drooling bite out of it. The succulant flavors were enough to make the Khajiit forget about the incedent near the river. The silence in the small crowd was however awkward and Taela felt the need to break the ice.

Taela: What is everyone's plans for the future? This one hopes to return home to Elsweyr; but in the short term, Hammerfall needs Taela.

[Jessica Nash]

( Hey, was sup? Where should I jump into the story?)

[Claire Mclaughlin]

OOC: Well Trixy, you can come in now. Just don't try that "OH IMMA GONNA KILL YOU" stuff. Know your character is with the dark brotherhood, but it's not the time and place for them to killing folks eating steak. Also, I'm going to bring everyone to Northwatch keep soon. If you don't want to be caputred, just send a PM to me.

IC: The old atlmer looked at everyone around him. He felt a warm happiness when they all enjoyed the steak. Besides summoning up Daedra, burning foes, and and slashing monsters, he was quite skilled with cooking. The Khajiit had asked where everyone was planning on heading. He smiled, and looked at her.

"Well Taela, I plan to head to Whiterun to find work there. Being the trade hub of Skyrim, I feel as if a spellsword will be able to find some work there. That is, if not everyone is able to enlist the help of the companions. I have a feeling they won't, and I will be able to find much work."

[Karl harris]

(OOC: ha ha. Nooo, I'm gonna try a compeletly differnt kinda charater. Assassins are dumb.)
Abreal drew her sword and stabbed the wolf that had been chasing her. The wolf growled, but then fell over, dead. Abreal flipped her long, flat brown hair back out of her face. That was one of the first creatures she had ever encountered. She was fresh from her family's comfert into the world. At twenty-one years of age she left her home in Falkwreth with a sword and a bow, unlike any of her other siblings. She made her own hide armor, which was the only thing she could make on her own. Abreal was a wood-elf; so she was strong, quick, smart, and pretty. Her hazel eyes spoke of a gentle spirit, but then her short height (5') and slim body told of the other side to her personality; not afraid of anything, bold, and spunky.
She began to walk down the road, when a big towerning building blocked her way. Abreal felt the cold breeze and saw light eminating from the building. When she approached the embessy, she knocked on the big door, wondering if it was a good idea or not.

[~Amy~]

OOC: Um..we're not at Northwatch keep yet. And your post makes it seem like you are at the Thalmor embassy

[Jessie]

OOC: yeah, I know we aren't at the nw keep. Where is everybody then? I thought they were inside eating then they all go back outside to sleep. Sorry I'm really slow, BUT when I understand I will RP much better.

[N Only WhiTe girl]

OOC: yeah, I know we aren't at the nw keep. Where is everybody then? I thought they were inside eating then they all go back outside to sleep. Sorry I'm really slow, BUT when I understand I will RP much better.

Everyone is at the Riverside shack

[Del Arte]

Sakii was finally finished with the hideous (and now completely revolting) hulk of meat. He folded the skin over itself, then stood up with it and walked it to the river side. She looked behind her and noticed that everyone was now inside, so made quick work of the thick hide before washing her hands and walking in. She placed thee wet dripping fur on a nearby table and found herself a seat on the bed, as there were no more open seats. Everyone was having a jolly good time. The salmon steak had been served, the high elf and the cat were chatting it up about magicka while the Bosmer male was playing his lute, and just as she looked at the circumstanced "knight in shining armor", he flashed her a smile. She returned it, not in bashfulness but out of entertainment. Its every once in a while she gets approached by a man, and usually her coy sarcasm wards them off. Its not like she doesn't enjoy the company, or the act of being chased. But at the same time she never gives the guys much of a chance . . .

"Oi, your hide is done Elderin." She said as she grabbed her a nice hunk of steak.

[Jose ordaz]

Taela looked at Elderin with eyebrows raised, but with a toothy smile planted on her face.

Taela: A spellsword, huh? Are you sure you wish to flaunt your magic in this hostle climate? It is a noble goal and this one wishes you well in your search for employment. Sorry for sounding so crass, but you being a High Elf does not sit well with the locals either. So is the life of not being a Nord here. But Taela helps them anyway, whether they like it or not. Healers get some respect in Skyrim. This is advice. Show them who you are. Ignore the racial epithets and continue doing good for them.

Taela inches her way closer to the lute strumming Bosmer. Her eyes glaze over Hyaril who seems to not take notice.

[sw1ss]

ooc: Glad to see this thing being revived.

ic:

Hyaril thought about the Khajiit's question, what were his plans? "My plans?" He asked, a little curious as to whether he would spill the beans or not. "My plans are simple, I am going to go to Solitude and demand the undying respect of the bards guild." he smiled, hoping that the statement would've sufficed. He wasn't about to go into great detail about it because of course, he'd come off as a raging lunatic.

He started a new melody, trying to find something that would fit with the song he was about to create. He hummed to himself while watching the fire, hoping to gain some inspiration.

[Erika Ellsworth]

Taela: A noble quest to you to. A shame no one wishes to go beyond these mountainous borders. To touch the weather hardened buldings on the Iliac Bay and soak up it's rich history. Or to partake in Redguard cuisine next to one of its many palaces. This one is sorry. The wanderer in Taela seems to have come out. If you don't mind, Taela will be resting her head until the morning. Dreaming of sugars washing up along the coast.

The khajiit gets up from the log and sits down in front of it, resting her back along the soft timber. Her head brushes up against Hyaril's leg as she nods off to sleep.

[x_JeNnY_x]

Elderin sat by the fire, feeling quite happy with himself that he acted as the host for this merry group. He felt calm, content, and happy.

Sakii came up to him, saying that she finished the job of skinning the saber cat. The elf smiled, and walked towards the redguard.

"Oh thank you Sakii! Now I will be able to rest easy tonight." he spoke with his old voice full of glee. Taela then spoke, asking if he truly wanted to work in such a hostile climate. Most Nord's are distrustful of magic, and hate Atlmer even more than other Mer. She gave him simple advice, to contuine helping others. The Elf nodded his head to this. As Hyaril began to speak, he let loose a loud yawn.

"I suppose I should rest these old bones. Goodnight everyone." he said with a smile. He had his fill of steak, and was happy to have both a warm blanket of fur, and the companionship of friendly folk.

As he slept, he saw a fellow Atlmer. But this was not a friend. It was a vision of a monster in Atlmer form.

It was Alanin, the Thalmor mage he felt so much malice towards. The two were in a prision, and Elderin was shackled up againsit the wall. Alanin walked up towards the old elf, and smiled.

"Oh, isn't this just sweet? I have you captured, at my very mercy! The hunter has finally trapped the prey! And tell me, does the prey have anything to say.?" said Alanin. His tone was full of glee, his mouth having a large smile to fit his childish personality. In the flashback, Elderin breathed heavily. Before hand, he was beaten by fellow Atlmer, and thrown into simple prison clothes.

"Damn....you...boy...."

Alanin laughed at the old man. It was his personal gulity pleasure to hunt down anyone he pleased. The young Atlmer hardly ever took his postion as a Justicar seriously. All he enjoyed was the hunt of those he deems prey. Walking towards the older atlmer, he slapped him, and shined that demonic smile.

"Oh old man, why do you do this? Why not give in, and just lie down and die? And remember, I am no boy. To a lesser race, such as the Nords, I would be middle aged." Alanin said. His tone was almost sing-song, like that of a bards.

Elderin coughed many times, each full of pain. He spoke, but each between each word was heavy breathing.

"A... boy... such as you, could never.....understand. My curse.....Is one that I must change into a blessing. I will suffer for my actions in the past, and I will pay for them. At the least, I could help the weak in order to pay for my youthful arrogance. But....you.....a mere booy in elven years.....you work for the downfall of Mer. The old ways will fail. They have before. They will again."

Alanin titled his head, and looked at his elder.

"I do not fight for the rightful Elven rule. Instead, I make a example of the worshippers of the mere man Tiber Septim. I am justicar, not a solider. I simply use postion to pursue those below me like the beats they are. But a hunter can not always keep his prey, can he?"

Elderin looked up at the Thalmor mage, confusion over his face. Alanin took a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the shackles. Elderin fell to the ground, and looked up at Alanin.

"I see no point in killing off a worthy prey as of yet. You are....amusing to chase after. Yes, it is quite fun to chase you! Most are caught within hours of the start of the hunt. But you? You evade me for days and weeks! You provide me with much joy, and I see no point in killing you....yet. Go and be free. Regain your strength. When I do find the chance, I shall hunt you again. I will find you. And if you bore me? You will die." the Mage said.

He pat Elderin on the head, and then left.

OOC: By the way guys, could all your characters get to sleep soon? No rush, but it would be great if you could.

[Ells]

Ooc: happy valantines day folks!

Ic:
hyaril hadn't expected the khajiit to fall asleep on him. And while cute, it was a little uncomfortable. It brought him memories of his escape from Black Marsh. Where him and his cell mates would stay warm by sleeping ontop of each other. Those were memories he wasn't comfortable reliving. He fidgeted in his seat, not showing his discomfort. Now how am I going to get that bag? he wondered, his eyes searching the womans body for clues.

He'd never truly been attracted to the beast races, and while he held no bad feelings towards them, he just wasn't interested. He continued to play his lute, the melodies were now the only sound you could hear save for the dying fire. "Friends found, tomorrow lost. Like snow flakes in the summer months." he sang quietly, wondering what their fates would be come the morning.

As if on cue, he yawned and decided to pack his lute away. He then checked to see if there were any more slices of salmon left. Slowly, he lifted the khajiits head and placed it on the soft ground before covering the salmon and stuffing it into his bag. He the unrolled his tent mat and placed it underneath him before falling asleep. Tomorrow, he would walk out of here with her scrolls, his salmon and probably a sabre cat tooth.

[Adam Porter]

Things were winding down, and as Sakii noticed more people tiring and preparing for rest, she realized that her own eyes were heavy. Of course she'd been tired since she got there, but once Hyaril put his lute away, she found sleep quite quickly. There was a spot on the edge of the bed that Sakii could stay in to lean on the wall and catch some sleep.