The Blades - The Rescue : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Fri Oct 01, 2010 12:58 am

Barrett, Blades Caravan

Barrett leaned back in his seat as the caravan started moving. He sighed as he felt the warmth of the caravan, and rested his fingers in the warm furs that adorned the wagon he and the other prisoners had been ushered in. Finally, something other than cold prison stone! he thought, allowing himself a small smile. He closed his eyes, and started to drift into a light sleep, but the voice of Captain Cussler awoke him.

He sat forward in his seat as the Captain said, “Food is being prepared, but it won’t be for some hours. We can't stop now because they're probably still on our tail. There is some bread and water in the back of the wagon though. Be sensible. You're probably going to throw up if you eat too quickly. I'll leave you to it. I'll be back in a few minutes to check up on you." The Captain then rode off, and Barrett quickly got himself a loaf of bread and a cup of water.

He ate and drank, before leaning back contentedly and closing his eyes. He muttered to whoever was sitting next to him, “Wake me up if anything important happens.” With that, he drifted off into a light sleep.

» Fri Oct 01, 2010 2:15 am

Vanas

Vanas was breathing heavily. Once he cast his invisibility spell, everything was a blur. There was a mad scramble to the escape caravan, but he had made it. Almost everyone had made it. Almost.

He collected his energy and procured himself a quaint meal of bread and a skin of water. He ate the massive (or at least massive compared to the rations in prison) slowly, savoring every bite, and was careful not to over feed himself. Vanas finished the meal, and allowed the remnants of the coma to pull him back into a light, dreamless sleep.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:19 pm

Finally she managed to dash to one of the Blade’s wagons, and pulled herself in. Some of the others were already there, and a few minutes later, the rest joined them. As they set off the Khajiit allowed herself to fall asleep.

From the angle of the sun she guessed she had slept for at least a few hours. The captain that had lead the rescue attempt told them there was food, but the Nords were still chasing them. After grabbing a bread roll, the kind Bosmer who had cast the shield on her earlier asked how her leg was doing.

“Never better,” she joked. Looking around she realised that she should probably introduce herself.
“My name is Ma’Kahdar, but you can call me Moon,” she said, addressing the whole caravan before taking a bite of the bread roll. “I figure we should know each other’s names, before we find out that the Blades didn’t just rescue us because they’re bored now that the last Emperor is dead.”

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:06 pm

Dar'Ko

The "khajiit" almost collapsed upon entering the caravan. He'd only been running for a short while in the courtyard and yet was so exhausted. Shortly after entering the caravan, Captain Gravius checked up on the group. This one doesn't feel like food, he thought. He was on the verge of starvation, yet he couldn't will himself to eat. The mere thought of putting food into his mouth almost made him sick. Nevertheless, he grabbed a pinch of bread and began eating. It's taste was overly sweet, on the account of the terrible food he'd been given in prison. It seemed foreign to him, he'd almost forgotten what bread taste like. Dar'Ko looked around at the others, some decided it would be best to sleep and he didn't blame them. An uninterrupted sleep on soft furs? He couldn't resist. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift into a quiet slumber - or so he thought.

Gro'Miran

Grumbling his complaint of, "Lazy, good-for-nothing khajiit. Forcing me to drag him all the way to the caravan," the "orc" refused to sleep. Instead, he flexed his muscles a few times and looked at his wrists. Seems I've atrophied a lot. Damn Nords. These marks on my wrists from the shackles ain't too pretty either, but I don't guess anyone ever said orcs were pretty.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:09 pm

ooc: I'm so sorry guys! I will have a post up tomorrow! D: Busy university makes Uglius a bad GM. :C

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:41 pm

“Never better,” the female khajiit joked. “My name is Ma’Kahdar, but you can call me Moon,” she said, addressing the whole caravan before taking a bite of the bread roll. “I figure we should know each other’s names, before we find out that the Blades didn’t just rescue us because they’re bored now that the last Emperor is dead."

Arwayn gave off another tired smile and replied. "Pleasure to meet you moon, I am Arwayn Duskmere, call me whatever you like... the same goes for the rest of you." She finished with a yawn. She grabbed one of the furs from the floor and wrapped it around herself. Wrapping herself up tightly, she lifted her cup of water from her legs and brought it to her lips to finish the drink off. Arwayn then rested her head back against the seat. Listening to the cart wheels rattle around outside, she closed her eyes again and let herself fall back to sleep.

OOC: Sorry this turn is so short, i just dont have much to say until the next GM post.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:17 pm

DoNashi

We made it.. he thought while climbing in the wagons. He sat next to the bosmer female. He already forgot her name again, but until now names weren’t of great importance. He gladly accepted the bread she passed to him. He tried to eat it, but his shield was in the way. Forgetting the arrow that went through it in his arm he tried to drop it. immediately the pain he pushed away came back.

He first tried to pull out the arrow with his broken arm. He had no luck. The pain on itself made it almost imossible, but he also missed the power in his arm to pull it out.

“can someone help me out, please?!” he growled.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:49 pm

ooc: Inside the tent, there is a healer, I'll RP him.

ic: Hyaril looked up from the call, a Khajiit, injured from the fighting was asking for help. "Ofcourse friend." he answered, his elven accent rang of the northern summerset isles. He rushed over, taking care not to step onto any of the other bodies. He knelt down next to the man and wiped his bloodied hands against his robe; he'd just finished healing another man.

"This will sting.. Alot." He stated, the arrow was barbed and thus stuck into the arm. "I'm going to have to disintegrate the weapon." He told him, "It's going to be the only way without cutting into your arm." With that said, he clasped both hands around the arrow and began the spell. An orange glow spread from his fingertips to the arrow and then slowly, the arrow began to turn into a hot dust. As soon as the weapon had vanished, Hyaril began to heal the wound, closing up the skin and healing the entire body.

After the spell, Hyaril patted his patient on the back and smiled, "Get some rest friend, we'll be in Cyrodiil soon." The Altmer stood up and walked around the rest of the Caravan, healing wounds and attending to other peoples needs.

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Gravious

"Hold!" He called, deciding it was time to rest. "Set up camp!" He ordered, his order was joined by squad leaders shouting out the same command. Gravious looked to the horses that pulled the caravans, in the moonlight, their legs looked wobbly, their muscles tense and sweat poured down their bodies. "Release the horses. Tie them up nearby." he added, riding next to one of the Caravan drivers. "Set up a torch ring around the horses and a guard shift."

His orders complete, the Captain began to make his way towards the prisoner caravan. He pulled open the fur door, "Gravious here, we're stopping for the night." He ordered, taking a moment to get used to the heat. "We'll continue at dawn and we'll look to be in Cyrodiil by about midday. Once there, we'll sort you all out." He took a bite into an apple. "Dinner will be cooked outside, it'll be deer meat with some fruit. I'll send a runner out to let you know when. If any of you want a walk to stretch your legs, I'll be doing a foot patrol around our camp." He said, hoping some of htem would join him. He'd like to get to know the people he just saved after all.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:12 pm

DoNashi

Immediately after his cry for help an altmer walked towards him. He grabbed the arrow with both his hands, “this will sting.. a lot.” He spoke. I'm going to have to disintegrate the weapon." He told him, "It's going to be the only way without cutting into your arm." With that said he began the spell and an orange glow spread from his hands all the way into the arrow. Seconds later it turned into hot dust. He then began healing the wounds on his boddy, while DoNashi threw down the shield. When the healer was done his broken arm was fixed too.

“thank you.” DoNashi then took some of the food the bosmer gave him and drank the water they gave him in one swing. God, I would love me some skooma right now.

"Gravious here, we're stopping for the night. We'll continue at dawn and we'll look to be in Cyrodiil by about midday. Once there, we'll sort you all out." He took a bite into an apple. "Dinner will be cooked outside, it'll be deer meat with some fruit. I'll send a runner out to let you know when. If any of you want a walk to stretch your legs, I'll be doing a foot patrol around our camp."

I guess it won’t hurt to take little walk and maybe talk a bit. I guess it’s not a bad idea to get to know our rescuers better.

“The name’s DoNashi, and I’ll gladly accompany you on your foot patrol if you give me a few minutes to rest. DoNashi said.

“..and.. I’m sorry..about your friend.”

» Fri Oct 01, 2010 1:21 am

Nina had fallen into a deep sleep as the caravan started moving, and hadn't noticed when it stopped for the night. It had been so long since any of them had been in a comfortable place to sleep, and nothing at all would be able to wake her up for the first time in a long time. However dreams were another matter altogether.

The thrill of the chase ran through her veins as the imperial woman ran under the moonlight, the wind running through her hair as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop, the one below obviously frightened for her life. "you will always be mine.. you can never run away from the brotherhood." A voice said, slmost sounding like it came from her, but it was not her own..

The girl below stumbled for a moment as the ice-covered floor made her slip before getting back up continuing her escape from the dark figure above. But that slight mistake would be her last as the one chasing made her move. As the woman turned Nina grinned but that was not her reaction as her blades sank into her target. The one who she killed was.. herself.

Waking up suddenly with a gasp, Nina realised her blade was pressed against one of the other prisoners throat's but her blurry vison from only just waking up could not tell who it was. "I'm sorry.. I had a bad dream" She muttered as she climbed out of the warm caravan, and was greeted by the biting cold wind of the outside. Screaming in frustration, nina flung her dagger at a nearby tree her voice starlting a couple of the horses.

"Why did i have that dream.." she said quietly to herself as she fell to her knees trying to figure out why it was like that. Seeing her own face as the blades sunk in made her shudder as to think why she would dream of her own asassination. "Must be the fatigue.." she muttered deciding that it must be her exhaustion combined with being stuck in that prison for so long. All she knew was that Nina would have to try and return to a sanctuary and tell of her survival.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:07 pm

Gravious

Gravious simply nodded to the Khajiit. "Thankyou, but death is like a best friend to us Blades." He tried to be lighthearted but was too tired from the fighting and the riding, for Gravious it had been a long day that wasn't about to end. "You take your quick rest and I'll be back, the rest of you are more than welcome to join me." He added, winking at Hyaril who was attending to one of the wounded prisoners. Gravious stepped down from his horse and stretched his legs, looking around him - He could see the entire area was busy, blade soldiers ran left and right trying to set up camp.

It was then that Gravious saw Nina, kneeling down in the snow, she seemed upset and normally, Gravious wouldn't have cared. But he was feeling apathetic and trudged on over to her. "You alright there?" He asked, kneeling down infront of her, his eyes glancing across her body for signs of damage. "You prisoners have had a bad run." He stated, trying to make conversation. "How are you coping with it?" He reached into his pouch and took out two apples, slowly; he reached out and offered one to her. "They're not poisoned, don't worry."

» Fri Oct 01, 2010 2:06 am

Nina sat there quietly with her hands scrunching the side of her leggings as the man who had been so quick to leave her in a cell, tried to talk to her as if nothing had happened between the two of them. Asking how she was holding up and offering an apple after saying it wasn't poisoned just continued to get on her nerves. "Save your sympathy, If i hadn't killed that mage to get a free ride we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?" the imperial woman spoke, lifting her head to look at the Blade captain kneeling there in front of her. Her stare was cold under the mess of hair covering the side which her tatoo was hidden, all emotion gone once more.. after all it was a weakness to give her enemy anything that can be used against her.

With that all being said she went to stand, but immediately fell back on her knee wincing in pain from the cold wind biting into her wounds and joints. So much for not showing weakness to a possible enemy.. she could only think, angered by her own weakness causing the asassin to punch the snow covered ground.

After kneeling again with her face looking at the groung, she laughed pathetically "You must be laughing in your mind right now seeing me in such a weak state after how my words had affected you back at the prison.." She muttered as she tried to regain her emotionless look while still feeling the pain of the cold wind. "That is why i do not know the reason you would bother to come and speak to me in the first place Blade captain, especially if you knew who i was"

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:29 pm

"You seem to think I'm only used to seeing fluffy animals and colourful rainbows." Gravious replied, he had expected this sort of reaction. "You can hide in yourself as much as you want. But me and my men all see the same thing. A scared little woman who's too afraid of her own shadow." He stood up and dropped the apple by her feet. "Your actions against that mage never bought you a ticket on this ride. You were lucky one of my archers didn't get there first." With that he turned around to walk back to the wagon. Children.. he thought to himself, he really disliked when people began to pity themselves. Especially after the sorts of things he'd seen people do to each other.

"Gavril, you still up for that walk?" He asked, remembering the Khajiits name as he jumped atop the wagon.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:54 pm

OOC: it is DoNashi, not Gavril :-p

DoNashi

He drifted away into the dream world for some time when he had eaten some of the bread. He dreamed of places he knew from when he was young. Especially his peaceful home far away in the desserts of Elsweyr.

The person next to him startled him when he grasped for air. Looking at the man, DoNashi could see the blade on his throat. The other side of the dagger laid in the hand of the woman, who called herself Nina. When he wanted to act she already apologized: “I'm sorry.. I had a bad dream.” I must remember to sleep at the other side of the room, as far away as possible from her. maybe even in another room, should that be possible. She then went out of the wagon. He could hear her scream in anger.

He turned away from the entrance. Took another loaf of bread and with a feeling of joy he ate it. I wonder what her dream was about, when it could wake her up with a dagger on someone throat. She must have done some very wrong stuff in the past.

"DoNashi, you still up for that walk?" Gravious asked, while hopping on the wagon. With a quick smile DoNashi rose to his feet. “wait a minute. Maybe someone else is interested in a walk too.” he looked around at the others And then at the sleeping imperial with the scar over his right eye and a strange looking tattoo on his neck.

Maybe I should wake him up and see if he’s interested. He walked over to the imperial and gave him a little push. “hey, you interested for a walk?”

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:11 pm

The caravan made it's stop at the campground and captain Gravious came up to the prisoner caravan again, pulling the curtain open. "Gravious here, we're stopping for the night." He ordered, taking a moment to get used to the heat. "We'll continue at dawn and we'll look to be in Cyrodiil by about midday. Once there, we'll sort you all out." He took a bite into an apple. "Dinner will be cooked outside, it'll be deer meat with some fruit. I'll send a runner out to let you know when. If any of you want a walk to stretch your legs, I'll be doing a foot patrol around our camp."

Arwayn truthfully did not feel like walking around. Her body was very sore and weakened from weeks of being starved. The bastard nords would often wait until she was almost starved to death, then feed her only enough to keep her alive. It would probably do me some good to move around a little though. I've toughed out the pain this long, I can take a little more... She thought to herself then answered Gravious. "Sure, I will go with you." She said with a polite smile. Arwayn waited for the others to climb out of the caravan, then she crawled out last. Taking a deep breath of the cold air, she felt a shiver go down her spine, and pulled the fur that she had on tighter around herself. While Gravious spoke briefly to Nina, then Donashi, Arwayn was busy watching the piles of deer meat get cooked. She felt herself drool a little bit as she stared at the meat and she quickly wiped her mouth. Of all the meat in the world to eat deer was one of her favorites, and she had not been given very much meat in that prison. Another way for those scumbags to torture me by taunting my beliefs. They are lucky I did not consume their corpses... I gladly would have, had we not been in such a rush to evacuate... Arwayn brushed those thoughts aside and silently watched Gravious and Donashi communicate.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:16 pm

Barrett, Blades Rest Stop

Barrett wasn't sleeping peacefully. He dreamt of his former bandit companions attacking his farm, burning it to the ground. He dreamt of how he had tried to get his beloved wife to run, practically begging her to come with him and escape from the farm. But she didn't. She was frozen in terror, seeing the life they had built for themselves torn down in a single moment. And then an arrow hit her, straight trough the stomach. He heard the small gasp and watched as she slowly fellto the ground as the rain started. He dreamt of how he had picked up his sword again and charged his former brothers-in-arms. He remembered being outnumbered, but not caring, carving a bloody path through the bandits, trying to get totheir leader, his former best friend. And he dreamt of being attacked from behind, left for the guardsmen in the mud, crying in anger and in pain as the rain poured down.

And then he felt a small push. His eyes snapped open, and his hand immediately shot out for the throat of the of whoever had woken him up, holding it in a grip of steel. He glared at the person who had woken him, fury in his eyes left over from his reliving of the worst day of his life. But his fury dissipated as he saw that it was just one of the Khajiit. His grip loosened and he pulled his hand from the Khajiit's neck and put his face in it.

He looked at his knees and thought about what the Khajiit had asked him. Something about a walk, he thought. He sighed and used his knees to push himself to his feet. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck before saying, "Sure. Where to?"

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:43 pm

Nina didn't respond as the captain dropped the apple in front of her and walked off, but she did wish that she had the blade handy.. teach the man a lesson. Still hearing the words ringing through her ears, the woman was not going to allow herself to be insulted by men who do not know what it was like to be her. He thinks he can come and show sympathy and then insult me when i do not want any.. I do not fear my shadow, because i am the shadow.. its cold dark embrace is what keeps me going, not what stops me. She thought to herself as she struggled to get up. I'll show him just what im capable of, then he can eat his words Nina decided in her mind as she reached down and picked the apple from the floor.

It wasn't the best there was, but food was food. And she needed her strength if she wasnted to retrain her body to be as it was before her capture. Walking up to the tree she searched for the blade she had flung at it when she had woken up. Finding it embedded off the mark she had hoped to hit, she cursed and ripped it out from the trunk, and spun the blade in her hand to test its weight. "So thats why it didn't hit.. damn Nordic craftsmanship.. always made to be heavier" she said to herself but realised it might be better training to start with something heavier so the lighter weapons will be easier to use in time.

With that in mind Nina decided to start her training again by moving around the tree and dodging around as if she was being attacked. The soft snow would make it easier for her dodges to not hurt her, but the cold air and ground would hinder her movements still if her training was too long. But this didn;t bother her.. The captain would begin to realise what a mistake it was to insult her in such a manner. Until someone came to interrupt her or until dinner was made, she intened to continue attacking the tree, to regain some agility and to improve her cuts and slashes.. However it would take much longer before she could become as she once was.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:05 pm

DoNashi

After he’d given the push, the man woke up with a shock and took his throat in a grip of steel. He could see the fury in the mans eyes. If he doesn’t let go in a second, I’ll make him regr.. the man already let go of his throat. Pushing himself to his knees he asked: “sure, where too?”

“just a foot patrol around the camp together with the captain, to stretch our legs.” DoNashi replied. “”The name is DoNashi.”

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:15 pm

Barrett, Blades Rest Stop

“Just a foot patrol around the camp together with the captain, to stretch our legs.” The Khajiit replied. “”The name is DoNashi.” Barrett nodded at the Khajiit, introducing himself with, “Nice to meet you.” He hesitated to add anything more, pondering whether or not he should introduce himself. Never know who some of these people have talked to, he thought. He decided that giving his name would produce less distrust, though, and put out his hand to the Khajiit.

“Name’s Barrett,” he said gruffly. He paused for a moment before adding, while rubbing the back of his neck, “Hey, didn’t mean to grab your neck earlier. Bad dream.” Leaving it at that, he turned and hopped out of the caravan, and waited for DoNashi to join him.

» Fri Oct 01, 2010 12:47 am

DoNashi

“Name’s Barrett,” he said gruffly. He paused for a moment before adding, while rubbing the back of his neck, “Hey, didn’t mean to grab your neck earlier. Bad dream.” Leaving it at that, he turned and hopped out of the caravan. DoNashi followed him out of the wagon.

“no problem, you aren’t the only one with a bad dream.” DoNashi said. Pointing at the woman jumping around a tree with a blade in her hand, he added: “she had a dagger on another ones throat when she woke up. Pausing for a minute DoNashi studied the scars on the face of the man next to him.

“care to tell me what that dream was about?”

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:13 pm

ooc: I will have a post up tomorrow. I'm sorry folks but I've been busy as all hell. Wanted to make a post yesterday but we had no electricity! Watch this space! (I've got alot more free time next week so posting will get back to being regular again. : D )

» Fri Oct 01, 2010 3:31 am

Vanas

OOC: im so sorry i havnt posted in a while guys, ive been having some issues

Vanas sat close to a small fire inside the camp. The caravan had stopped, and the blades had set up a makeshift encampment so they could rest and recover from their hellish experiences in the prison. The dark elf was now fully recovered from his coma and near starvation, and was now wasting away his time at the fire, wishing he had a book to read.

He saw two figures having a conversation, both ex-prisoners. One was a Khajit, the other an Imperial. I really need something to do before I go stir crazy, thought Vanas as he approached them. “Greetings” his calloused voice hailed.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:31 pm

Barrett, Rest Stop

Barrett’s face darkened as DoNashi asked, “Care to tell me what that dream was about?” Barrett shook his head as he replied shortly, “No.” He hoped the Khajiit wouldn’t attempt to probe deeper; at least, not yet. Maybe after more time, Barrett thought contemplatively. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts when a Dunmer walked towards him and DoNashi.

“Greetings!” the Dunmer said to the pair as he approached. Barrett nodded in response, but didn’t speak.

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:08 pm

ooc: Finally! A post! : D /Cheer!

Also, decided to make Gorun sound more orcish.

ic:

Gravious looked to a soldier that was walking past, "Trooper," he called out to imperials attention, "Grab us half a dozen torches, with one lit." The soldier nodded, saluted and rushed off. It was nice being in charge. Gravious looked back to the caravan and waited for everyone to get out, he was glad there was more of a reception. He was beginning to take a liking to Do'Nashi (I did it!) the Khajiit seemed to have a level head. A warm light began to bath Gravious and he looked towards the source and saw Gorun carrying a travel lantern infront of him.

"Wot do ya fink she's doin'?" He asked curiously, nodding towards Nina. "I been watchin' 'er attack dat tree lyke a mad woman."
"Maybe she's not a floral person." Gravious joked, but he tightened his grip on his sword. "She does seem a little strange though, not sure she's all right in the head."
"Makes sense I 'spose, can't picture dat place bein' pretty fur da brain." Gorun shrugged and looked towards the caravan. "I'll keep bofe my eyes on 'er, if she does anyfin' odd, i'll rush down 'n tell ya, aight?"
"Thanks Gorun, much appreciated." Gravious stated, patting the man on the shoulder. He watched as the soldier he had asked to collect the torches came back, a sack full of torches in one hand and a lit one in the other. The soldier placed the sack at Gravious' heels and handed him the lit one. "Anything else sa'?" The imperial asked.
"Not at the moment thanks, dismissed." The Captain ordered, turning towards the caravan and smiling. "Alright folks, grab yourself a torch and let me light it. Stick close, I'm not sure what to expect but this area should be safe. Bring something to eat with you if you want. But we'll only be out for maybe ten or fifteen minutes."

» Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:56 pm

Spoiler

Name: Jareth
Nickname: Fenrir
Race: Khajiit (Cathay-raht, looks similar to a Suthay-raht but bigger)
six: Male
Age: 29
Birthsign: The Antronach

What your character is good at: Alchemy, Alteration, Enchant, Destruction, Restoration, Mysticism, Blade, Medium Armour, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Block (With blades)

Appearance: Jareth is a well built khajiit, having some bulk built on it from living wild in the past few years of his life. His fur is a light tan with even lighter stripes running through it, in relatively good condition and is much thicker than most Khajiit.
Hair: His mane as it is, is short and rough cut.
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Eyes: Dark orange
Scars/Tattoo's: Several scars litter his body from fights and injuries, most not very prominent.

Weapons: For the moment: Claws and spells.
Armour: For the moment: None
Clothing: Torn black Long pants and a Partly torn long sleeve off white shirt.
Inventory: N/A

Personality: Jareth is for the most part a cheery kind of khajiit with a real serious streak at times. He will push himself beyond his own limits as much as possible rather than stagnate and stay comfortable within his own boundaries; this also means he will try anything at least once.
Misc: Former Member of House Telvanni. (May not be the most Upstanding of former members either

)

Background Information:
Jareth was born to a young seamstress in the employ of Mistress Dalrissa, a Telvanni Magister whom occupied an old Imperial Fort rather than the traditional Telvanni tower. His father was unknown at the time and to this day still is, potentially he could be one of the Servants that worked for the Mistress of the tower or one of the sell-swords that were used as guard. At a young age Jareth seemed to show some magical talent by accidentally setting one of the Apprentice’s robes on fire. At the time Mistress Dalrissa had made a joke with one of the other Magisters that if anyone of a beast race showed magical talent she personally would train them. (This is linked to how some do not believe that the beast races such as khajiit are not capable of natural magical talent.)
When he was brought before her for this transgression of setting the apprentice’ robe alight she had to eat her words, after having the child prove what he did. It was fright that had triggered the outburst before and this time he was given a simple spell to try, a frost spell in which he froze a candle stick. So at age seven Jareth was taken as her apprentice and began to be taught in the ways of sorcery, believing men to be more adept as battle mages and spell swords rather than full on Mages (Believing men to be more brutish and not as…intelligent) he was also trained in some of the more physical arts. Jareth took on much of what he was trained, picking up on what he was taught quickly and as a bonus to the training with magic he was forced to learn how to read, write, do math and all kinds of other things. He picked up alchemy and the study of enchantments as hobbies from the Hall as they were the more common things that were exported away from there and sold to make coin.
At the age of Sixteen, young Jareth had started to do some traveling outside of the fort he started to explore everything that was offered, sampling moon sugar, women and pretty much everything that he got his paws on. This also landed him in trouble with the law, he was arrested by one of the guard from a nearby Redoran town while trying to sneak out of the daughter’s bedroom of the Redoran Lord. Fortunately an imperial Agent happened to want information on the ins and outs of several Telvanni Lords and their holdings, for reasons most probably of the seedy kind. The agent took advantage of the young incarcerated khajiit and the two Brokered a deal. Mostly this deal favoured the young female agent who was getting good information and the teen was getting his freedom and guards whom would not tell his Mistress of the…incident. Three years after the Oblivion crisis, Jareth chose to start travelling abroad, looking to apply his trade and skills elsewhere and even visit the land in which his kind originate from. Utilizing his alchemical and enchanting skills to help make ends meet and pay for any other spells or magical training he encountered along the way.

ooc: Character approved there

The escape from the prison and the subsequent travel had left Jareth feel drained and tired. The smell of food is what woke the khajiit up, stirring from beneath a ragged blanket found inside the caravan. He had for the most part stayed quiet during the travel, for the most part keeping his magical talents are secret. Being in prison for only a few months had taken it's toll on him, the lack of feeding, the frustration of having to deal with superstitious nords whom were afraid of him due to his talents and...threats of putting a curse on them. Crawling out of the Caravan Jareth stretched out, feeling all his joints crack from being cramped up so much, inside that space. First place he went for was the fire, where he sat down by it and began to warm his hands and body. Not wanting to waste a spell on warming himself up. He looked around at those that were present, some seemed to be going on a walk or a patrol. A female seemed to be quite aggravated at a tree and was attacking it quite aggressively.