Life In Tamriel: Part I

Post » Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:38 pm

Jean le Vulpe

The Imperial Legion man muttered something under his breath, before raising his voice, “Now who the hell are you?!? You know what, it doesn’t matter. Just close the door, sit down and don’t talk, please.”
Jean didn't have time to answer as the Imperial stated 'it doesn't matter'. Thanks man, I appreciate that. No, no, it's better with my name unknown.. Jean slumped down on the chair, legs outstreched. Vedaa introduced her self and asked the Imperial if he were Head of Guild.
The Imperial made a sarcastic comment, “Yes, because ALL Mage’s Guild masters are Captains and wear heavy plate armor and wield a sword.”
A soft smile was painted on Jean's face, Ah, good old sarcasm, you never cease to amaze me. Maximus Phillida, “Thank you, Miss Vedaa, Mr. Lowe and Mr. Ancois for complying. Everyone else, please take a seat for the moment. Demicus, make sure none of them try to leave the Guild, okay? And, Mr. Gold-Heart, please follow me.”
[censored]. Jean noticed his Dark Brotherhood blacks and grays were still hidden under his clothing. He tugged his collar up, concealing the dark clothing. Jean drummed his fingers on the table up front, thinking, The Countess lives? I thought Assassins never miss their Targets, I should know. This must be a warning. Jean felt like his heart was leaping, trying to get free. What the [censored] was I thinking? They don't know my true identity, and now I'm getting myself coiled up in this. I sure hope as hell these bastards don't find out.
Jean arched his brows to the elderly Breton and extended his hand, "I'm Philli-. Sorry, my name is Jean le Vulpe." Jean passed a friendly smile.

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Name: Jean le Vulpe (formerly Philipe Porthos)

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Age: 19

Appearance: Jean is 6"7 with an average build. He has short, straight brown hair and hazel eyes and clean cut. He has "perfect" teeth. Jean is innocent-looking and smooth-skinned. Jean has a slight tan.

Class: Mage (Mages Guild)

Lifestyle: A musician, artist and a mage apprentice. He likes adventuring and wandering, but being a mage apprentice keeps him from doing so. Sometimes, Philipe goes out to gather "ingredients" for alchemy. Lives in Bruma alone. To get money, Jean plays his music in the City, but always arrives home with 10 or so septims.

Equipment: A white shirt with a brown vest over and dark brown trousers with old, worn, black leather boots. He carries a silver short sword and sleeps with an iron dagger. 200 septims in his money bag. A small, blank book in which he draws and a pencil.

Starting location: Outside Bruma, going into the Mages Guild

Background: Orphaned at a young age and left in the streets, he became a pickpocket and theif, often stealing bread and other foods from inns. He killed a beggar to put him out of his "misery" and took the dead man's bedroll and the little food he had. He was recruited by the Dark Brotherhood, and finding this as an opportunity to live under a roof, have food in his belly and finally have a "family", he took the offer. At 16, Jean decided to drop his "way of Sithis" and change his ways after and ran away from the Brotherhood. He changed his name from "Philipe Pothos" to Jean le Vulpe. He now lives in a different town (Bruma) under a false name.

Personality: Jean is extremely paranoid, and thinks the Brotherhood is coming after him, which is why he sleeps with a dagger. He is cautious about everything and doesnt like taking risk. Jean makes snide and sarcastic jokes and comments often that can sometimes be considered rude. Can be annoiying sometimes. He is immature for his age. Jean doesen't give up on his job at hand. He prefers to stay away from combat, but he can defend himself. Jean is very secrective, even to his friends. It takes a while to earn the trust of Jean.

EDIT: it seems that I've a tid bit of a mistake. Jean left the Brotherhood at 18, not 16 xD.

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A rather rude newcomer, a fellow Breton barged into the warm, newly built Guild Hall. Saying he would help with the assasination attempt. It sounded odd, and the way Thilbault interpreted it made him think Assasination attempt... Wrong place, you're looking for the Dark Brotherhood
This Breton seemed rather distressed, tucking in his shirt all over the place. He reminded Thilbault of a teenager taking a girl on their first trip to the countryside. The Breton man sat down and introduced himself , seemingly getting it wrong at first.
"I'm Philli-. Sorry, my name is Jean le Vulpe."
Thilbault brushed the mistake off and took Jean's hand.
"I'm Philli too! Hehehe" Thilbault laughed gruffly, "Thilbault Ancois. From where do you hail, brother? You don't look like you're originally from the Rock?"

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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.

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~Vedaa Addammassar, Bruma Mages Guild~


Vedaa could see that Maximus Philida was irritable. For some reason, she got a kick out of that, and tried to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out of her mouth. Her lips tightened and her tongued swivled around in her mouth.

"Oh, sorry." The smile was still on her face but no laughter came out. She knew it would only make the captain more irate. Make sure we don't leave? I wonder what his plans are for us. She thought to herself. Maybe the captain is the one who assassinated her. Hmm, I wonder if he works for the Brotherhood. In fact, any one of these mer could be a Brotherhood affiliate... except for the lizard, of course. He'd only be good for planting grains in the fields.

Vedaa looked at Thilbault who was sitting next to her and leaned towards him from her chair, speaking softly to ask him a serious question. "Psst, Thilbault? I hafta ask you something...." she glanced her eyes around to see if anyone was watching, "...does this outfit make me look fat?"



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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 stunning to look at; her 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, mesmerizing at times; 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, six 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, Valenwood 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 enchanting being the least studied. She studies all, though, including Necromancy. 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. She was banned a couple times before and has had to regain her way up the ranks.


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 fulfilled, 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 strong enough to naturally lift daedric armor or weapons. She can hardly pick up adamantium and orcish weapons & armor. She is more akin to High Elves than Dark Elves despite the fact she is a Dark Elf herself.

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Jean le Vulpe

The old Breton took Jean's hand and shook it. "I'm Philli too! Hehehe" Thilbault laughed gruffly, "Thilbault Ancois. From where do you hail, brother? You don't look like you're originally from the Rock?"
O, what shall I say? Yeah, I come from this hidden sactum somewhere in Anvil. We were damned cold-blooded murderers for hire. Uh-Huh. Yep I a flippin' Assassin, dude. Ah, but before all that, I was a lowly rat of the slums. Good day.
"I'm hail from Cyrodiil, good man. Grew up round Anvil, I did." Remember to smile le Vulpe, you want this guy to trust and like you, "Father was a sailor, Mother was a herbalist." Geez, why did I say that? He didn't ask for your life story. O crap, I just used past tense for my parents. Even people his age will probably have parents still.
Jean asked Thilbault where he came from before noticing Vedaa was doing something quite...Strange. Her lips were tight and all white as if she were trying to contain some creature from jumping out. She then apologised beofre wearing what seemed to be a mask of plot.

Jean decided to ignore the odd woman. "Maximus, old boy", Jean got comfortable in his chair, "I apologise if this question may seem somewhat rude, but may I ask..." The youth didn't wait for the Imperial to answer, "How the Countess was attacked and with what weapon? I, I may be albe to help, if you let me have a look at her, if you will."
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Jean replied, saying that he grew up around Anvil, had a herbalist mother and a sailor father... none of that could Thilbault relate with. Should go to Anvil sometime... Maybe when I'm not working.
Jean repeated Thilbaults question, but the old Breton didn't get time to respond, as Vedaa was being her strange self again, doing some strange mouth movements. She then proceeded to ask Thilbault something in a very serious tone
"...does this outfit make me look fat?" This question struck Thilbault as peculiar, but he didn't mind, as it gave him the chance to look over the attractive Dunmer woman
"Umm..." Thilbault said, confused but still looking "Why of course not!" The elderly man slowly and reluctantly peeled his eyes of young Vedaa, and turned back to Jean, ready to answer his question
"I hail from a farm near Farrun. My mother was a housewife, and Papa was a miner. I followed him in that career path" Thilbault explained, and slipped in casually "Albeit with a 28 year break, working as a chief advisor for King Alphonse of Farrun" After pausing for a second, Thilbault asked "What about yourself? What is your career path?"

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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.

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OOC: Bump. The RP is dying!
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OOC: Hmh, any chance I can return? I got internet this week at my house, but i'm moving on friday back to another country(Already have internet there in my house), will take me a day at most without posting.
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OOC: Of course! I did the same thing :)

Jean le Vulpe

Thilbault returned the answer, "I hail from a farm near Farrun. My mother was a housewife, and Papa was a miner. I followed him in that career path" Thilbault explained, and slipped in casually "Albeit with a 28 year break, working as a chief advisor for King Alphonse of Farrun" The elderly Breton paused, then asked "What about yourself? What is your career path?"

"Career path?" Jean drummed his fingers on the table, "I've always wanted to spy for the empire, but like a sailor's son could be that. So, here I am as a musician and artist in Bruma!" He stretched his arms out like a fisherman lying about his catch, "May I ask why you became Cheif Advisor?"
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Raven awoke with a loud bone-chilling scream that could be heard from the halls. She looked around frantically, studying her surroundings with an open mind. It was a dream...another dream, Raven sighed, getting up from bed. How long was she asleep for? Couldn't of been long though, she felt somewhat refreshed and a bit stronger. She no longer felt the exsaustion that she felt before. As she washed her face with the cold water that lay on a bowl beside her bed, she heard footsteps rushing down the stairs from outside the room, approaching closer to where her chamber's were. The door suddenly flew open, revealing three strong nords on the other side. They stared at Raven, with fists up and ready as if ready for combat. But as the seconds passed and they found no enemy to be fought, they calmed themselves, with a look of confusion in their faces.

"We heard a scream, madam. Is everything alright?" one of them asked.

Raven sighed, drying her wet face with the cloth and grabbing the bottle that lay beside her on the table. "Yes, I am well. It was just a nightmare"

"Oh, forgive us for the disturbance," The third nord apologized.

Raven nodded slightly "It is of no problem, I was just on my departure anyways," She said, taking the bottle to her mouth and gulping down the drink.

They looked at each other before closing the door and exiting the room while Raven prepared her belongings. She pushed herself from bed and got into a more fitting black and burgundy outfit. Her brother's katana was safely sheathed away and everything was in place. She straightened her hair with her smooth hands and went out. Upon arriving at the tavern's interior entrance, she noticed the people she communicated earlier were gone. The first through that ran through her mind was the Mages Guild. Seems everyone was speaking about trouble brewing in the arcane faction. What are my new friends up to now? she asked herself.

Raven wandered from the Jerall View Inn to the outside cold that was Bruma. The breezy frigid air swept across her face, making her already cold skin, even colder. She took a left and went straight for the Guild of Mages. Passing some stores in the process, it was no surprise that Bruma lacked a book store, Nords were never fond of reading and were rather ignorant on the matter. A pity, they could of use some extra septims from Raven's pocket. She found it humorous that some insisted that the poverty was due to the Empire's lack of progress, idiots.

******

She entered the Guild of Mages and found that the atmosphere here breathed hostility. She could hear a few voices, some of which she recognized, like the breton hybrid and the Dunmer she met back at the Inn. But there was more voices which she definitely heard before, but not in a long time: Captain Maximus Phillida. She heard his voice before in the Imperial City on the subject of the Dark Brotherhood. She wasn't too surprise to hear of him here, after all her was rather popular in the Empire, with his rather amazing feats against the secret guild of assassins and cut-throat Sithis worshipers. A pity his father had been murdered, their hatred against the Dark Brotherhood could of been useful years ago. Raven composed herself and walked forth to where the group of individuals were.

"Good evening, everyone," Raven bowed slightly "How does this day find you?" Asked Raven with an old personal quarry used back in the older days. She was always fond of antiques and archaic languages, the very sophistication if it spoke loudly of her.
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Post » Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:39 am

You should put the Spoilers in a spoiler.
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Post » Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:09 am

You should put the Spoilers in a spoiler.


You should gtfo unless you're going to explain what you're talking about. (jkjk but not really)

Alright guys, we seem to have hit a wall with the RP, but I have a preposition to keep it going. We can either wait for Swift to come back and reply to Captain Phillida to get the plot moving again, maybe someone sends him a PM or an email if anyone is that close with him. A second, defiantly less desirable option is that we simply move on without him. Captain Phillida pretends like he never brought Gold Heart out of the room for a private conversation (or something like that) and we just go on without him.

It svcks to even consider leaving an RP creator behind in his own RP, but seeing as how this is a freeform RP, it is plausible to continue without him, especially since it was someone else's plotline we are following right now.

Once again, it svcks to consider it but people have expressed they would like to get this going and Werewolf even joined back up again, so the option I explained above could be done if everyone was morally ok with leaving Swift out until he returns to the forums.

Or we wait it out until that time :shrug:

What does everyone think?

PS: I posted here because I felt more people would check this thread then the OOC one.

EDIT: Further investigation of his profile shows he hasn't been on since the 21st but that he has made posts in other threads. However he may just not have the time to make significant RP posts at the moment, so the above suggestion still stands I suppose.
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