"for my part, my name is Theailan, as i said last night, and i owe you a debt of thanks for the healing work you did for me, so i'd be happy to travel with you for a while and return the favor. as to what i do, i'm a hunter, i can bring in game, and other foodstuffs, find and follow a trail, give you a good idea on if the weather is going to turn and how much. not anything grand like a knight or mage i know, but very useful skills for a small group traveling on there own."

"Gold Hearth already introduced me, but here's some extra. As you might have figured out from tonight's work, I'm a healer, both with magic and mundane methods. I'm also skilled with illusion and alteration magic. Which means I'm able to watch over my own neck while the experts deals with a problem.

As far as what to do, going to Chorrol seems fine for me. I'd simply suggest taking the time to pause on the lakeshore - upstream from the city and it's sewers - to get ourselves cleaner. I don't feel like spending one week caked in dried blood.

And don't sell yourself short Theailan - every time I had to travel on my own I really longed for just the sort of skills you have. Eating stale and soaked bread while cowering under a downpour because you lost your track isn't exactly high on my list of how to have a good time."

With a pounding migrane, Ojenjii's eyes cracked open. A sudden stab of pain forced him to cringe, the fur on his neck stood.
Son of a...
As the Khajiit tried to gather himself and figure out where he was, a bright ray of light struck him. A shaft door slid open and Gaban's face greeted him. "Hello there Ojenjii. Have a good nap?" the Bosmer smiled. "You're probably wondering where we're at..." he said, turning back to the woods and taking a deep breath. "We're in Cyrodiil my friend. I payed the Hlaalu good money for this. Trust me, I've waited patiently for your return." Gaban grabbed Ojenjii by his ankle and drug him off the wagon. He groaned as he drop hard to the ground, cracking one his ribs.

"You fetcher!" the Bosmer suddenly screamed. "You thought I'd forget what happened to my cousin?"
Gaban stopped to take a swig from a bottle and then immediately grabbed Ojenjii by his neck, dragging him down a grassy hill. "Fargoth would've wanted this. I want this." he muttered to himself. Ojenjii was paralyzed with fear, completely oblivious as to what had caused his friend to lose his mind. He realized, catching the scent from the bottle Gaban had drained, that it was skooma. The poor Bosmer was an addict.

"Well then, i beleive it is decided. If we are to depart to Chorroll, i beleive some of you may wish to gather what you can. I will go ahead and ready some horses, Meet at the gates of the city in an hour. Alright? good." And with that Gold-heart waved to his new comrades and headed for the city gates, where he and his friends would go and rest in chorroll, and als evaluate their next plan of action. and, a nice stay at swift-Blades mansion would be nice, also.

"One hour, at the western gate - that's fine with me. I haven't anything of my own to pick up, but there's a few things I'd like to do on my way."

Elissandre left, headign straight for Talos Plazza, noticing on her way that the merchant district seemed to be the most damaged section of the city. More loot to be had in riot, that make sense. Not much arounfd the Arena, and the Temple district's close to the Mage's academy. It helps with keeping things quiet.

Once arrived to the Talos Plazza, she had the satisfaction on seeing a know face - Darga, the orc seargeant who had helped her to get clean after the incident with the noble. Her armor somewhat dented and bandages adorning every body part not under armor, but grinning fiercely while sorting out the corpses littering the streets. Most of them gangers apparently.

"Hey that's my fav healer. Looks like you've had quite a night don't you ?

I sure did, how did things turn around there ?

Well, a tad on the messy side, but it's sorted out. T'was neatly packed, we've had no les than a general running the show. Retired, but he just took charge when the officers were still stcratching their heads. Got the whole district locked up, then rounded up what legions types were around and dragged out most of the noble's guard. Used them prettyboys to hold the gates and flanks, and the Legions for clearing the street with the good old shieldwall.
Mean thugs those Ebony blades, and no slouch with a blade, but they don't know crap on real battle. Hard to do fancy bladework with a legion shield slammed in your face. Lets them thughs right placed for a shorsword jammed up their tighs - where you can't put much armor and there's a nice big blood vessel ready to be ripped open. We're still sorting the mess in the outer city, but at least in here they've been trounced neat and square.
But I'l there chatting like an old crone warming her bones by the fire and I let you stand there all caked in blood and stuff. Wana use that tub again ?

thanks, but I've something made up for it, though I'm short on soap.

No sweat, just go the the tower and take what you need. you've certainly patched mroe than enough peoples - civilians and wtachmens - to deserve it."

Soon equiped with some extras - incuding a few blankets - offered by thankful guards for the night's work, Elissandre finally came out through the western gates, just in time for the scheduled exit from the Imperial City.

Theailan didn't wast time trying to go to the merchant district to look for what he needed, the riot last night was so great he didn't thinkg he could find what he was looking for, so he left the city throught the west gate going across the bridge to Weye. it took him little time to find a clothing shop where he bought a new pair of pants well taned leather pants, and a shirt of good flax linnen dyed a blue so deep it was all most black, he had hoped to find somthing in green, brown, or grey, but it was the only thing in his size. then he had to go to a travial outfitter to find what was next on his list. he paid a good deal of the gold he had, but he figured it money well spent as he looked at the five cloak's, there outside was strong canvas, dyed in dappled brown, with oil and wax to water proof them, the inside lined with a warm dear pelt, and they came with threading slits, and staves so that they could be linked together ot make a tent. that with the five backpacks left him with only eighteen gold coins. on his way back he spent ten more on a weel of cheese, three summer sausage, a pound of apples, and travial bread, all of which he split up between the packs.

dawning his own pack, and stuffing a cloak into each of the other packs, Theailan then bound the other four pack into his cloak, took the five walking staves in his off hand and walked back across the bridge to meet the others. he knew the hour time was well over, but as he go the gate he saw that he wasn't the only one running behind, in fact Elissandre was the only one there. Theailan smiled and dug out at a pack, "a bounty of gifts at the start of a new jurney, good lady" he said tossing it to Elissandre, then handing her a walking staff.

Salith went on a walk around the city to take some time. On the way around he bought a some clothes and some food for way there.He then went down to the lake and took a nice refreshing swim and swam out to the lake and dove down killed a few slaughter fish.

When he got out he soon relised he was running late. he dried off put his armor and went to the gate.

When he arrived Theailan and Elissandre were already there. "sorry for being late"he said.

As Theialan handed her the pack and wlaking staff, Elissandre thanked him, before having a vloser look, whistling in pprobation "Way better stuff than my own. It must have cost you some gold - I've some and can probably repay you.". Weighting the staff, she made a few moves with it, checking it's balance. Without being and expert in staves, she knew enough to tell this one was sturdy enough to come handy in case of impromptu troubles.

"Nice good staff too. Reminds me of a healer I learned with. Fine healer, even if being an orc made him short on magical reserves. He once ran into a dispute with a mage who told him an uncouth beast such as him shouldn't dare pretend itself worthy of a mage's staff. To prove his point he challenged him to a mage's duel - the idiot had himself blanketed in reflection spells and felt safe. But his spells couldn't reflect seven feets of stout brass-bound oak wielded with an orc's strength. He ended up beaten black and blue and had to concede a loss."

as Salith approached Theailan pulled out another pack and handing it to him along with a staff of his own, "Aye, never a good idea ire an Ork when there carying a blunt object, it's a good way to loose some teath" he said with a smile. "don't mind the expense, the coin came form some of last nights trouble makers who thought to pin me in a corner on the back streats. for the staff it's self, it's a good length of oak, no rotten spots, or knots, black steel endcaps so they'll last for a long hike, and if we lash them all together with the cloaks in the pack we can make a tent. we'll be huddled in close, but we'll stay dry and warm through anything less than a heavy snow. even then we should still be dry, and if not exactly warm then at least live though the night".

"now where are our other two troop members?" Theailan wondered allowed.

Gold-Heart trotted up on his horse to the front gate, where Elissandre, Thelian, and Salith where waiting. elissandre was examining a staff, and Gold-Heart approched the group.

"well, I got some horses ready at the stables. This one is my own. Her name is madame. nice, pretty name for a nice, pretty horse, i do say." Gold-heart said to the group.

Madame was a brown horse, a few white spots on her, and Gold-heart loved her. She was a gift from his comrade, Swift-Blade, in chorroll, to whom they were going to. Sadly, Gold-Heart was usually forced to leave her behind and go ithout her, doue to the fact he did not want madame to be killed by some thug.

Gold-Heart dismounted ad looked around at the group. "Huh, I don't know if this is everybody, actually. I think we sould give anyone else who wishes to come maybe another half an hour. Bread, anyone?" Gold-Heart said as he pulled out a nice, hot loaf of bread from his pack. Gold-Heart took a peice off and ate some. "If anyone complains about not getting bread, then it's there fault for not getting here." Gold-Heart chuckled and then put the bread in his mouth.

Salith grabed the staff and griped it titley examining it. He looked over the fine staff feeling around it, he held it up in the sun gettiing to see it better. Then put on the ground feeling the sturdyness ."A fine staff, thanks. It always helps to have a nice staff for trips." he said. Salith took the food he bought and stuffed it into his bag." I bought some food for the trip, but just a small amount, it should last though."He then picked his bag up and coverd up the food and other supplies.

Imperial Reserve, Cyrodiil

A few extremely uncomfortable hours had passed, and Gaban still hissed and sputtered at Ojenjii for no apparent reason. "How often do you stop and smell the roses?" the pudgy Bosmer asked while stirring a skillet of mudcrab meat and crushed wheat grains.
"What in Ahnisis's name are you talking about?" the Khajiit growled angrily. His patience had not only reached it's fullest capacity, but was further fueled by the still raging migraine. "Don't play stupid- you've been stealing from Fargoth!"
Ojenjii nearly choked on his words, but managed a reply. "Gaban! You imbecile! I've never done anything to Fargoth! I would never, even as two-faced as I've been named, do anything to harm my guild brothers.
"Save your lies! I'm going to make you pay Ojenjii." Gaban whispered raspily.
Ojenjii rolled over on his stomach and swung his legs. After gaining enough momentum, he hopped up with all his force, into a sitting position. He gave the Bosmer a solemn look and said: "It's that skooma Gaban. I've never done anything to you, the Guild, Fargoth, or the Hlaalu."
Gaban simply rolled his eyes, feeling a bit of guilt for the overreaction.


OOC:

I have to take my GED test, so I'll be back on in a few minutes to finish this post.


Edit:
Ok, I'm back.

"Let's wait a bit then."

Elissandre took a piece of the bread too, washing it down with water, enjoying the freshly baked taste Way better than the stale, sawdust-tasting crap I'm used to. Maybe this fool's crusades I've embarked in is going to get me killed, but it still feels way better than scraping by in the waterfront..... And smiling apolegticaly as her stmach growled it's relief after a long night...

Once done with her quick meal, she pulled off her dress, quickly rolling in in her old oled linen travel cloak, before checking the damage to the wlothes she wore under it. Fortunately the dress soaked the worst of it, and the leather cuirass kept most of the rest away from my tunic. The skirt didn't fare as well, but at lest I can wait until we find a secluded place to clean myself. I really should invest in some sort of apron or the like before taking care of a pile of woundeds...

OOC: Im sorry, but I must drop out. I might not be as active, as I have an RP to run and im already in one so...

"friend Gold-Heart, did you say something about horses? perhaps we should have a look at them." theailan said, wondering about the mount he was expected to ride.

OOC: sorry to short post, trying to get things back on track