[Da Missz]

Elderin sat down on the ground. He was looking out to the river ahead of him. It flowed easily, with out care. He turned his head to his side, adjusting his view to the corpse of the Saber Cat. He dispatched it hours ago, when he first found the riverside shack. It was along the shore of white River, somewhere in Eastmarch. When Elderin arrived, the animal was chewing of the half eaten remains of the shack's owner. Using both his steel sword and his fire spells, Elderin the elf was able to send the beast's soul to Aethierius. Out of respect for the deceased owner, who ever it was, the Old Atlmer moved the mauled bones into the river to be set adrift in the river. The high elf thought to himself. Not truly sure if that is what he, or she, would have wanted. He shurgged. At least it cleans up the mess here. Well, Minus the blood.

Elderin looked down at the water. While the water showed a distorited view of his face, it was close enough. His skin was typical of a Atlmer, a slight golden-yellow hue, but showed much age upon it. It appeared rugged, like leather, and looked to fit a man of age, perhaps in his early sixties. His hair was pure white, and the style of the hair was what known as a "Mane" among elves. It was Long, covered his head, and went behind his ears, ending in two separate joints of hair, on either side of his neck. One of his eyes was pure white now, losing it's sight ages ago from experiments in the destruction school. A scar, made from a iron dagger used by a bandit, and a dagger that has likely faded to dust by now, went through the skin around his blind eye. The other eye, which still had sight, was a deep blue color, with a black pupil, so small it was almost hidden in the center. No war paint adorned Elderin's face, the wrinkles of age, and scars of battle all told the tale instead of some pointless paint. His tall form wore fine clothes and fine boots, orange in color, similar to clothes one may wear to a Thalmor Party, or the attire of steward for a jarl. A amulet, made of gold and sapphire, was around his neck. He was rather fit, despite his age, and was built lean.

The Old elf sighed. He was thinking of his past. 200 years ago, he was only thirty. He had a wonderful home in Cheydinhal, friends around most coners. Magical assitance in the form of the local mages guild in that area provided him with knowledge. But when he was younger, he was argongant. He despised beggars, and had high distaste for the Orc's, and a haughty nobleness to him. But there was something odd about him. He aged much more slowly than other elves, and looked young for many years.His unnatrual aging brought him much attention in Cheydinal. Despite this, he was still a accepted member of the community. An easy life was ahead of him. All of that changed during the great war. The Thalmor raids and sacks forced him to abadon his cushy life, and he ran to the northern part of Cyrodii in order to avoid slaughter. He lived in the mountains for years, with little interaction with other civilized life. The only company were animals he tamed with llusion, and books.

Years after the war, he returned to his home of Cheydinhal, to find it wrecked. Distraught, he wandred for years, before heading to Skyrim. Now serving as a Spellsword, he just tries to survive, while helping any needy he finds. Often times like this, he is alone in the cold wilderness of Skyrim. Standing up, Elderin heads to the bed in the shack. Perhaps some rest will get these sad memories of the war out of my head. Laying down on the bed, he stirs, unable to sleep

OOC: Anyone is free to join. Perhaps have a chat with old Grandpa Elderin. Maybe even a nice meal of Salmon Steak?

[Jonathan Montero]

Hyaril

"Damnit!" the elf exclaimed, biting hard against his quill. He stopped and leant against a rock, rubbing his knee which was bleeding slightly, making the rough blue trousers become black in the night light. He began to hum to himself before bursting into song,

"Kicked, knocked down.
Forever in chains.
Blackrose was a home for me."

"Yes! Aha! That's it!" He jumped up from his purch and winced, limping forward while cradling his knee. He quickly reached into his overcoat and brought out a small well used book. Eyes a glow he filtered through the pages before coming to a halt, finding one with a scribbled title named, "Blackrose." Without much thought nor care he quickly began to write, he had to perfect it!

He closed it as suddenly as he'd brought it out and smiled, "Yes, fitting indeed." and continued his walk. He imagined himself standing in the great hall of bards, his voice filling the very cellars that the great house was built upon. He imagined himself wearing white and gold clothes, not the patchwork of mismatched items he had now. His black scuffed shoes replaced with sturdy, polished leather boots. His blue shirt, and orange overcoat replaced instead with the finest cotton money could buy and his cape, yellow and dirty would instead be made by wolf fur and draqe behind him. The only thing he wouldn't change, the only item of clothing he'd keep would be his hat, wide rimmed, black and plumed with the brightest Dragon Tongue flower you'd ever see. He touched it fondly at the thought and began to hum again.

"Kicked, knocked down.
Forever in chains.
Blackrose was a home for me.

Beaten, and thrown.
Ever in darkness.
Blackrose was a prison for me.

But a light did shine.
A great flash of thunder.
Brilliance some will call it!
It set us free, in the early hours.
Blackrose is a memory for me."

He could hear the running of water and couldn't stand it, he needed a drink and there had been no inn or person for miles. He dropped his backpack, the pots and pans ringing out into the quiet night. He withdrew a torch and with an open palm lit it, the magic fire licked the torch and suddenly the area around Hyaril became bright, his multitude of colours seemed exaggerated in the light but he continued, changing his course into the trees, once again humming to himself. Hyaril cared little for secrecy, his shoes cracking against every twig they found and his humming, while controlled travelled far.

OOC: Just to let you know, Hyaril is walking towards Elderin, and is making quite the ruckus.

[Sami Blackburn]

OOC: Gasp! A reply! I would have never gussed. I thought this thread was just going to fade to dust.

IC: Elderin heard a large amount of noise outside. He climbed out the bed, and hesitantly drew his sword. Along with this, he slowly readied a fireball in his hand. Taking, slow steps out of the riverside shack, he looked towards the table. By the gods, why did I leave my armor on that there? Looking towards his handmade leather armor, sitting where he left it. He washed it earlier, to give Sabre Cat blood off of it. He muttred something to himself. Should have left it on in this territory. What if some bandit attacked? Shaking his head, he poked out the shack to see the form of another. It was a elf of some sort, clad in ratty clothing and wide black rimmed hat with a Dragon Tongue flower tucked into it. This elf was carrying a torch, and was walking towards the shack, creating a clamor where he stepped.

Relieved, Elderin let out a sigh. Sheating both spell and sword, the old Atlmer looked at the fellow walking towards him. Stroking his beard, he thought about this starnger. Can't tell what race he is. Might be a Atlmer like myself. A Dunmer seems unlikely, but not of the question. Perhaps a Bosmer? Putting his hands to his side, Elderin steeped out the shack.
"Greetings to you, traveler. What brings you to this part of Skyrim?"

[Valerie Marie]

The young Redguard had been giving chase for some time now, and was quite winded at this point. Her prey had been barely escaping her elven arrows for at least the past two hundred yards, and it had been frustrating to say the least. She had finally closed the gap between her and it to try her accuracy. She briskly notched her arrow as she pin-pointed the creature scurrying along the ground, and took aim in between the trees. The creature was heading for the water in an attempt to use the current as a quick means of escape, but she was already prepared for this, and fired her arrow at the shoreline. As she has theorized, the arrow and the creature met at the point where grass met gravel, and the beast collapsed into the water, its head just barely jutting into the river and ebbing the flow of the current. A well placed arrow to the midsection was protruding from its gut.

Sakii quickly sheathed her quiver and ran to the fox, dragging its head out of the water. She then began to work quickly, removing her arrow from the beast's belly. It had struck just behind the left arm, piercing the heart just as she'd planned. She spent little time admiring the kill though, as her elven dagger was making short work of the fox's hide, starting from the belly and working her way up to the chest and head.

After some time she rose up, wiping the sweat of her brow and hands. The skinning was fairly clean, and since it was a small animal, not much blood was spilt. She walked too the river-side and washed her hands, the blade, then the actual hide clean. Then she put the rinsed pelt in her sack before standing up. It wasn't until she turned around that she noticed she'd made her kill just behind a small shack the lay silently in an outcropping just a few meters in front of her. She was so preoccupied with the chase she hadn't even noticed te structure. Now, as she looked closer, she also noticed another, much larger corpse then the one she'd just slain.

It was in fact a saber cat, a very powerful and scarily fast beast that had no business in a forest this far down from the mountains. Nonetheless however, it was just her luck, for a Saber-cat tooth was jut what he needed. She would just make quick work with the tooth and be on her way, saving her the long trek up the mountains in search for one, and a great deal of strenuous effort.

But alas, who was the one to slay this beast, and were they still around? Were they in the house, or had they taken it out on their way traveling. It was even more peculiar that she could hear a voice from in front of the shed, a ways away. Give or take thirty meters. She crept back into the cover of the trees and headed in a arc around the tree-line towards the voice. It could very easily belong to the killer, but then again from what she was hearing, the killer he was an odd one indeed. It sounded like he was singing.

I've seen even wilder things in Skyrim, she thought to herself. Finally, she could make out the source of the voice, and a killer he was not. For one, she could see no weapon on him, and very highly doubted he felled the cat with a mere dagger, and didn't sport at least a few scars. And she also saw that he was an elf, and that he was headed towards the shed. Maybe he was the owner? She decided to sit tight and wait to see what he would do.

[saharen beauty]

OOC: Oh man this is getting good. Alas, I'll have to contuine my writing a bit later. Perhaps tomorrow night If I get the chance.

[Lizbeth Ruiz]

"Greetings to you, traveler. What brings you to this part of Skyrim?"

The words caused Hyaril to jump. He stepped back, eyes wide and slipped on a wet rock. He fell backwards and fired his fireball spell but instead of hitting the stranger he set light to the tree. He cried out in help as he hit the ground hard, finding himself gasping for air. It was then that he realised his opponent had not advanced, he was not armed nor armoured and he certainly didn't appear dangerous. Still struggling to breath, Hyaril blushed. He looked himself over and was relieved to see he was still a bosmer and was still in one piece. After all, he'd heard rumours about the cruelty of altmer.

Hyaril leant back and let out a sigh of relief, suddenly remembering about the tree he'd just set alight and covered it in a meakly ice spell. He examined the elf infront of him, his keen bosmer eyes noticing the scars, the old age and the amulet that hung from his neck. He tried to remember what the altmer had said to him before but couldn't. "Ah shoot," He winced as he stood up, "I think I may have broken something." he reached behind him and took out a pan which had been severly damaged by the fall. "Well, that's certainly embarassing." He added, his wood elf skinned cheeks becoming a dark crimson.

Hyaril picked up the torch which had fallen beside him, the flame still burning. He inspected the Altmer again, making sure he wasn't dangerous and there was no one around him before extending his right hand, "My name is Hyaril, you wouldn't have something to soothe a bad back would you?"

OOC: I don't know why, but I'm finding it quite enjoyable, (While also extremely hard) to RP someone spontaniously created.

[Trevor Bostwick]

"My name is Hyaril, you wouldn't have something to soothe a bad back would you?"

Elderin was holding back the laughter that he wanted to let out. This Bosmer seemed to be a bit of a scatter-brain, and a certain feel of inocence to him. Letting a small, warm chuckle out, Elderin responded to the clusmy wood elf

"Nothing more than some Blisterwort and Wheat. Perhaps a night's rest would do you well. If I was still in Cyrodliil, I would be able to give you some Aloe Vera leaves. But alas, I am here, in this cold land". After a moment of silence, Elderin spoke.

"Never mind my rambling. Why don't you come inside, talk for a bit? You seem like you could use a rest".
Elderin then pointed towards Hyaril's knee, covered in blood.
"And perhaps you could explain what happend there?"

OOC: You made a charcter out of nowhere? I made Elderin in Oblivion, and decided to contuine him in Skyrim. Then again, in Oblivion, I didn't play him much. Hope to change that with Skyrim. Granted, this is my first time RP'ing here.

[Kieren Thomson]

OOC: You can read my character sheet in my "About Me". This seems really fun. The link goes to my last post in my own fan-fic thread that puts my character at the perfect spot to enter this one.

Taela had just http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1203710-a-friendless-friend/page__view__findpost__p__20021869 the College of Winterhold to begin her missionary work for Mara in Hammerfell. The wind had grown particularly frigid, causing the khajiit to bundle up in her Elsweyr Robes as tight as she could. It took her a days worth travel to breach the mountain range and take in the scenery. "Just one more week and Taela should reach the sands of Hammerfell." Saying that over and over in her head was enough to encourage her trek. She missed the ancient desert of Anequina and the tropical weather of her hometown of Torval. However, the Thalmor presence had made it impossible to return to her home province. Taela sighed deeply and continued her decent until she came across a river. "No bridge...how hilarious.", she said sarcastically. Off in the distance were stepping stones that could be used as a bridge if one had great balance. By luck, she was a khajiit. So without hesitation, Taela crossed the river and made it to the other side dry.

She followed the bank west until she walked upon a fox carcass. The presence of death brought a sense of fear and sickness inside her. While most adventurers became accustomed to these sights, it was never the case for Taela; which is one of the reasons why she became a healer of Mara. Side stepping the skinless fox, Taela quickened her pace to get further away from the body. Then away in the background, black smoke plumed in the sky and the sound of someone in distress could also be heard in the distance. "Is someone hurt?" Without thinking, Taela broke into a sprint in the direction of the fire. The bushes grew thicker and vaulting over them grew harder. Suddenly, Taela tripped over something. Looking behind her to see the obstruction; a loud scream broke the serene ambiance. Taela had tripped over a dead sabre cat.

[Miragel Ginza]

OOC: By the eight, the Tamriel Terror has come to join? Oh, I would have never thought I would have gotten someone like you (With your experience in my both Lore and RP, which so far, are my favorite sections of this website) to join in my first RP! I am humbled! However, I am not sure if I can continue the story just yet. I would enjoy a response from Uglius before anything else, to continue Hyaril's and Elderin's discussion. And then we have Ant1's redguard, Sakii, to figure into this as well..... Oh this is turning out well for my first RP!

[Amber Hubbard]

OOC: I'm flattered, really. But I've been wanting to join a group RP for a long time. And this is my first group one actually. The only problem with the others was that they took place in the past or too far away from where I am in my fic. Also, they were not relatively new, so a new character jumping in would seem weird. I can wait.

[Holli Dillon]

OOC: Perhaps I can contuine it just a bit. I sure hope people wouldn't mind this post.

Before Hyaril had the chance to speak, Elderin put a hand forward to show that he requested silence. Elderin turned his head back to see that a young Khajit girl had tripped over the body of the Saber Cat he slayed earlier. Along with this, he could barely make the shape a redguard woman by the river. Confused, Elderin put his hand the hilt of his steel sword, ready to draw it at a momments notice.
"By the Nine, what is going on here?"

[Jaylene Brower]

Sakii watched as the Bosmer elf strode ast her, only to stop yet again a meter or two in front of her, being called at my another man. He spoke to the Bosmer invitingly, but in the singing elf's fear and naivety, he managed to trip backwards over a wet rock. Sakii couldn't help but giggle at this, which probably gave away at her cover. Thankfully however, the elf must not have heard, because he responded to the other man without so much as a glance in her direction. They exchanged words for some time until Sakii found a long enough pause to interject herself. Just as she managed to rise up however, she heard a scream come from just down the smal slope that was a hill. It was a Khajiit, that seemed to have tripped over another, larger cat; the saber tooth.

Although neither situations were at all very funny (well at least the Bosmer incident was novelty slapstick comedy), she found her smile stifling het another laugh as she watched while the now obvious High Elf helped the other woman up.

"Some slippery stuff underfoot we have here," She said to introduce herself and lighten the mood.

[courtnay]

"This one saw a fire and came as soon as she could. Is anyone alright?", Taela said trying to forget what had just happened to her.

[Ysabelle]

OOC: Please don't go too ahead! I'm out all day today with my gf. :]

[Queen of Spades]

ooc: Thanks for waiting! : D

IC:

Hyaril was dumbstruck, here he was, moments earlier in the belief that there wasn't a soul in sight and yet quite suddenly, three appear uninvited and with no bad intentions. He laughed but kept his distance from the others, deciding caution was better than a sliced stomach. He eyed the two newcomers suspiciously, both female, a Khajiit and a redguard were apparently not together. The redguard, her weapons the only real visible parts of her attire shone brightly and were made of some fancy material Hyaril had probably never heard of. The Khajiit however, was dressed in nothing more than a robe.

At the mention of fire, Hyaril's blush deepened and decided to not mention anything about it. "I think we're fine, a sore back and a damaged ego but uhh, yeah. Just fine." He forced a smile before dropping his bags on the ground. He shuffled from foot to foot before deciding to speak again, "So uhh, what brings you to this sabre cat carcass this evening?"

[Dan Wright]

Elderin put his hand over his chin, and over the white beard that stuck to his chin and the area surrounding it, surverying the situation. His old mind ran quickly, and confused. Keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword, he thought to himself. This is some sort of ambush, isn't? Why else would the Bosmer come out of nowhere, only to be followed shortly by a Redguard and Khajiit? This was the only logical explanation he could think of. Perhaps he was thinking to quickly, assuming that some travelers could be bandits. But years of wandering and hiding from Thalmor patrols sharpened his sense of danger, almost to well in fact. Normally he was not paranoid. But on days where Saber Cats jumped out shacks to attack him? He was a more than tense.

Acting rashly, he drew his sword, and readied a spell. The purple glow revealed it to from the school of conjuration.
"You think you can rob me, do you? Take everything I have? Because I'm just a poor old man? Well let me tell you, you picked the wrong old man to attack? Feel the wrath of a seasoned spellsword!"

Launching to the spell from his hand, it hit the ground, creating a explosion of a void. A form started to appear in the purple ball that was expanding. Come on, where's the Dremora? Finally, as the introduction of the spell faded, the summon appeared.
Eledrin's smile faded. "Are you kidding me?", he said
Instead of the proud Dremora he was hoping for, the blue transparent form of a Familiar, taking the form of a wolf, entered the world. It let loose a howl, as Elderin grit his teeth, before stopping. His anger failing, Elderin laughed at himself.
"Hah! Lost my focus, I did, heh. Not that good a sign when your trying to summon a warrior of Oblivion, and instead you call upon a a wolf, heh."
Perhaps foolishly, Elderin lost his misgivings about the trio of wanderers that stood before him.
It could be a coincidence, all of them just happening upon here, right?

OOC: No problem Uglius.

[Lavender Brown]

Taela jumped back and readied a massive ward in anticipation of an attack. She realized she still had no way of putting up a fight yet so opted to talk it out. "Don't be to hasty friend. Taela is here for positve reasons. This one can't say the same for that Redguard over there." Taela eyed the woman trying to hold in her laughter. "The last thing Taela wants is a fight." The Altimer gave her a strange look.

OOC: I notice my posts are small, but hopefully they are helpful.

[Dominic Vaughan]

OOC: It's fine with the short responses.

IC: Feeling guilty for inducing fright in Taela, and likely the others, Elderin put his hand into his face, before looking up.
"I'm sorry to scare you like that. I'm rather tense today." Unsheating his sword, he pointed it towards the corpse of the Saber cat. "That's my handiwork right there." he added.
Taking a seat on a rock, using his the grip sword like a cane he continued.
"This beast jumped out the shack when I approached. It seems like he was feasting on the previous owner of this little abode. Sadly, I had to put it down."
He looked towards the young Khajiit. "I've been around the world more than enough to have many reason to be paranoid. Most days I'm fine, but when my nerves are wracked on days like this? It's a suprise I didn't stab you. Perhaps you would understand if you've lived as long as I have."
The Fammiliar moved towards the old elf, seeming as if it was waiting orders. Elderin pointed towards the ground, and it sat.
"Name's Elderin. You said yours is Taela, right?"

[neen]

"What? Taela never said her name! This one's name is Taela. Pleased to meet you." The Altimer stared at the khajiit with an odd look. "So tell me Elderin, what brings you to this shed?"

[Michelle Smith]

Hyaril jumped out of his skin again as the old Altmer jumped into life, wielding a sword and summoning a wolf. He was meant to be on my side! Luckily, before the old man did any harm, he began to laugh. How queer... The khajiit had also spoken up, apparently proving that the redguard and Khajiit were strangers to each other. Taela, sounds elvish. He quickly realised he was thinking too much and followed the others to the carcass. Seeing the embers of a camp fire, Hyaril set it alight with magic, illuminating the area around them. "Yes, I too am quite intrigued to hear as to why someone so old is travelling alone, killing sabre cats."

[Eddie Howe]

"I was wandering. More so lost. You see, I was in Windhelm, looking for work. I guess you could say I'm a Spellsword Sellsword. I go help people with problems, deal with bandit leaders, that sort of thing" said Elderin. Leaning in on the handle of the sword, acting even more like it was a cane, he continued his explanation.
"Nords up there don't really accept my kind, and I was unable to find any work. I decided to try to head over to Whiterun, see if any work would be there. Long trip, and when I saw this shack, I decided to investigate."
"And as of how I know your name, you said it yourself. In the third person. Typical speech pattern of a Khajiit."
Thinking for a moment, he spoke outward with fret.
"Not that's there anything wrong with that! It's just that...."
Fumbling with his words, he sighed.
"I don't mean to impose. I've met many Khajiit, years ago, but few here in Skyrim. Had a good friend who was Khajiit back in Bruma.
Thinking to himself, he stroked his beard.
I wonder how Tunsia's descendent is doing.....

[^_^]

Looking towards the Bosmer, Elderin tried to make a smile, hoping it wouldn't seem nervous. He had been leaving the poor fellow confused, ending their conversation as he jumped out of his wits when he noticed the Khajiit and Redguard.

"Let me apologize for acting out of instinct. I hope I didn't give you to much of a scare, Hyaril. And I also apologize for ending our discussion so soon."
At least people here aren't always talking about Mudcrabs or Goblins....

OOC: Also, sorry for rushing ahead a bit ahead with the Tamriel Terror, Uglius

[City Swagga]

OOC: In a group RP, the more active members will chat with each other. It's only natural.

"Taela knows much of the shabby treatment Nords treat us foreigners. This one also has been traveling Tamriel for much time and has been treated poorly in the lands of men. Still, Mara guides Taela to distant lands to heal the sick and injured. The Khajiit Mara mind you." Taela finished wiping the sabre cat blood from her robe and looked at the Redguard. "Taela was on her way to Hemmerfell. There is much word of wounded and hurt there. Not a good time to be nice." Taela looked past Elderin and noticed the wood elf. "You look hurt. Lucky you that this one arrived when she did."

[Chloe :)]

Sakii hid once again behind a tree as the old elf gasped and pulled out his weapon. She really knew she should be more on guard, but at this point she was high with light-hearted humor. As she hid behind a tree, she heard the workings of a conjuring spell in conjunction with a sword being pulled from its sheath, but there was no mistaking the nervousness in the Altmer's old voice. He peeked her head out behind her to se what he'd summoned, hoping it wasn't a daedra. She didn't want things to get messy, she still needed the saber cat's tooth after all. Fortunately, it was but a measly wolf, which he didn't even order to attack. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he sat down by a rock and explained his reason for the dead cat and his own arrival. He and the living cat pvssyd a bit, none of which was of relevance to Sakii at this point.

Then, the elf rose and began to walk to the other elf, the clumsy one. While he did this, Sakii took out her Elven blade.

"I'm here for the cat, if you don't mind."

Then, after thinking about her statement, and then acknowledging how badly it could have been misinterpreted, quickly added. "The saber cat." Then, as she knelt down and began to saw at the tooth of the beast, said mostly to herself "These fetch a good price in Riverwood."

[Nany Smith]

OOC: I think I'll let everyone else get a post in. I feel like it would be rude to just butt in

Edit: Nevermind