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The Pompous Altmer

WITYM

Fisheye98

TheLexicon

Dark Tides
"Dark Tides brought us here, hopefully they'll bring us back...."

This RP will take place one year after the events of The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. In Skyrim the Stormcloak rebellion was put down by the Empire with minimum casualties. The Empire, however, did suffer one major casualty, Titus Mede II. With their Emperor gone the Empire has retreated back from all other affairs to lick their wounds and work out their political dilemma.

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A ship departing from Falinesti, Valenwood, carrying 70 very different people is due to dock in Stros M'kai before continuing on too Dagerfall. The ship however, does not make it. Though tails of a massive storm are running rampant through Falinesti the captain of "The Tide Blade" refuses to stay. Against all common sense the captain continues on his voyage with all of his passengers.

This captain, a Bosmer called Fernatil, is not by any means normal. Many rumors surround the crazed Bosmer and his ship, but he still offers some of the lowest charge of any sailors on the West Coast.

The ship, however, never reaches Daggerfall, in fact, it does not even make it to Stros M'kai. Instead nature decides to show it's strength in one, great wave, destroying the ship. All is not lost though. Of the 70 passengers on-board 35 managed to make it to the shore of a nearby, uninhabited island.

At first glance the island appears to be ordinary. Before long, however, the new residents notice something isn't quite right. Darkness seems to hang thick in the air and odd creatures prowl the jungle. On this island the group must try to work together to survive the dark dangers of this hell hole and, hopefully, make it off in one piece.

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The story so far...

Near the docks, Falinesti

It was a beautiful day in Falinesti, and at first Dar'Rakha didn't even notice some of the rude looks he was getting as he was staring at the sun. Khajiit weren't exactly welcomed with open arms in Valenwood, which made sense because it was the same way for Bosmer in Elsewyr. Though he was boarding the ship himself, to protect his cargo during transportation to Falinesti and help load it he had brought four companions along. A lot of money was riding on this trip and he would not be robbed of his goods before he even made it on the ship. Though this time it was different, along with a large quantity of moon sugar he would also be transporting a strange ebony box that practically hummed if you put your ear close enough to it. Obviously the box was enchanted and made of a rare material, but the price he was getting to bring it to Stros M'kai was rather exorbant. The second he got the offer Dar'Rakha wanted to keep whatever valuables were inside for himself, or at least open the box for curiousity, but after several days and many broken lockpicks he gave up and sent word back that he would indeed undertake the job. The amount still worried him though, why would anyone pay twenty thousand septims for a small box? He was almost positive there was no way there could even be enough inside to be worth that much, but some people, especially rich people, would pay alot simply for something of sentimental value. Though everything about the box was questionable, there was no way he would, or even could turn down coin. Greed drove everything he had ever done since adolesence. Money was all he had in this world, and all he cared about aside from being top cat in the black market. This is why he now sat on a wagon with two large crates of moon sugar, one with the strange box nestled in the middle.

"Sir, it's the Tide Blade, that's the ship we're looking for isn't it?" A young khajiit with dark grey fur and scattered white stripes to his left spoke. His name was Ro'Dargo and he had eagerly volunteered to be part of the detail heading to Falinesti. A promising young thug he was, though he didn't know his limits and often went to far when tasked with sending a message, eager to prove himself.

The young Khajiit's words broke Dar'Rakha from his thoughts, and upon further inspection it was indeed the boat they were looking for. Rumor was the captain was crazy, but he charged a cheap fare and didn't care what you brought on board, so he was perfect. He had sent a few other small shipments through this port, on this ship, and they had all reached their destinations successfully so he had no fear of boarding the ship. Rumors often turned out to be just that, rumors. Fairytales made up by superstitious people to scare other superstitious people. Dar'Rakha looked around him impatiently as if the four bestfolk with him should already be in motion. "Well, are you going to load it or not?"

Synrus, Falinesti Docks

Synrus pulled his hood down to further conceal his face. He wasn't sure how much hostility he would encounter if he walked with his golden face uncovered. This was Falinesti, after all, and the Bosmer weren't too fond of High Elves such as himself. Synrus needed to get to Daggerfall, for his cousin's funeral. She made a living in High Rock for most of her life, but her frail body couldn't resist the disease she had contracted a few months back. Synrus was rather fond of his cousin, and so he wished to pay his respects, despite his disagreements with some of her choices.

Synrus looked around, the black cloak whipping through the wind. He hadn't any idea where the Tide Blade was docked, but he needed to find out fast; it should be leaving very soon. The sound of labouring men loading and unloading cargo, the voices of many people conversing with one another and the sound of boots walking on the wooden harbour filled the air. Eventually, Synrus found the boat, the figurehead distinguishing it from the rest of the ships. As if the builder thought the beautiful figure on the front was enough, the rest of the galleon was fairly bland, with only a couple of portholes with glass shielding the inside from the sea. The sails were just white and worn with use. There was a crowd of Khajiiti standing around the ship, waiting to board.

Synrus sighed in disgust. Great, we have the uncivilized cats onboard. I'm not cleaning their hairballs when they start to get seasick. Synrus strode over to the docking area, with an arrogant gait. He took his place behind the beastfolk and waited to board, albeit impatiently.

Falinesti Docks, boarding the Tide Blade

The four Khajit scurried to obey Dar'Rakha's command, going round the back of the wagon and carrying the crates up the planks leading to the deck before disappearing down a set of steps into the hull. Stepping down off the front of the wagon it was rather hard not to notice the black cloaked figure standing impatiently behind him. He tried to see who it was, but with the way the figure had it's hood pulled down there was no way of even telling if it was Man or Mer. In fact the only way he even knew it wasn't an argonian or khajiit was the lack off a tail protuding out the back of the cloak. The Khajit could have stood there pondering the race of the cloaked man for hours if not for the return of the four others. "It's all loaded and secured sir." These words were spoken by Raksada, the strongest cat of the group besides Dar'Rakha himself.
"Alright, you can get going now. Our contacts in Stros M'kai will help me unload when i get there, and the ship should be leaving within the next couple hours if i'm correct. Raksada, you're in charge of our businesses in Elswyr until i return."

The muscular golden furred feline nodded before issuing his retort. "Are you sure you don't want any of us to stay, at least until the boat leaves the port? Don't want some meddling Bosmer ending your trip before it even begins." Dar'Rakha laughed as if he had just heard one of the funniest jokes of his life, putting his hand on his companions shoulder as he spoke. "Raksada old friend, you know me well. Correct?" This was answered merely with a confident nod. "Then you should know, unless the guard of this city decides i am trouble and descends upon me, no common mer is going to be any trouble to me. Now take the wagon and head back to Elsewyr. This time though you should cross into Cyrodiil, there's a few items i need you to pick up on the way for some customers back home." After stuffing a piece of parchment into Raksada's pocket he looked back once again at the black cloaked figure behind him, his curiousity still heightened.

As the wagon turned to leave, horses neighing and the wagon wheels creaking slightly, the Khajiit turned on his heel and walked up onto the deck before seating himself on a barrel. I'll be glad when we leave this port. However much i'm not particularily fond of the open sea, i'm even less fond of this damned province and it's tree dwelling midgets.