Tsinga was now close enough to catch every word of the conversation that was going on below her. She had heard the phrase 'Cloud Ruler temple' and she was intruiged. Her brown eyes could pick up every movement even in the dim lighting and she was watching the old man who had uttered the phrase 'Coud Ruler temple'.
An argonian seemed to be behaving with much hostility to the old man, he seemed to be accusing the man of being a spy. After some mroe conversation he pointed to where Cloud Ruler Temple was. Tsinga followed his finger with her eyes, and quickly flutered into the air making her way to a snowy covered hill with a stone building on top.

She let out a schreech so that Rain would be able to follow the sound and landed right on the top of the left lookout tower. It made sense for 'Cloud Ruler temple' to be here, in the mountians... near the clouds. It suddenly seemed so obvious she didn't know why she's thought of it before, coming to the Jerall mountains to check.... Oh well, I'm here now she thought to herself. She looked down the hill and caught glimpses of Rain stalking up the snowy mountains towards the temple but nowhere near the path.

Francois looked up towards the fortress, taking in the sights, and back at Viuven. "I see. So..." He paused, trying to understand exactly what the Argonian was even trying to say. He looked around hopefully at the others, eyes wide, shrugging his shoulders. He regarded Viuven again "I guess what I want to know is where do I go to sign up or whatever it is people do when they join this organization? I would help you on your quests but it would hardly be proper if I'm not even officially a member of this group. Besides, I'm old and useless in a combat or scouting situation." This was a lie. With the proper spells and potions he could be as spry and powerful as any younger person in short spurts, but he enjoyed the crippled old man act. "So if it's alright with you I suppose I'll head up towards that Temple and unpack my belongings? Or did you mean you guys were moving or something? I'll be blunt. I really can't understand your dialect very well, young one."

He waved his arms and said "Float" under his breath and his body easily levitated into the air and floated casually over to his Donkey, sitting down atop it. "Oh that? A little spell they don't teach much here in Cyrodill, I guess. Probably illegal" He sat petting his Donkey, awaiting a response, hopefully from someone more verbose than the Argonian.

With the power of his whole body behind his hand, William smashed it into the face of the already pretty toothless Nord. He then grabbed the man by his shirt and slammed him into the wall, and as his legs failed him, William let go of the nord and stepped back. The tall balding nord had figured him an easy target for burglary, which William wasn't all too fond of. Besides, he needed his money. Beer was expensive, and he had much too little of it already. A glace down at the man's purse told him he'd done well today. He'd got more than enough for himself.

What the hell... William thought, and relieved the man of his gold. He'd have better use for the gold himself than the currently unconscious man. Yep.

Trailing out from inbetween the two houses, he believed the inn would be serving him beer now. Atleast he had gold enough to get beyond wasted now. Maybe he'd be lucky and didn't wake up tomorrow.

Elinhiir sat calmly by the hearth in the inn called the Tap and Tack, in the city of Bruma. The elf was fascinated by Cyrodiil's take on Nordic culture, having been exposed to it for eighteen years previous to fleeing south. He wrapped his cloak around his tighter and moved closer to the fire, seeking it warmth. It wasn't as cold as a Skyrim winter, but it was still a deathly chill when compared to his homeland of Sumurset.

Looking back down, Elinhiir ran his smooth hands over the gnarled surface of the tome that sat in his lap. It was an ugly brown color, splotched with crimson marks. A slow smile spread across his mouth, and he found himself continuing to caress the cover of that foul book. Finally seeming to come out of a cloud, Elinhiir frowned and stopped moving his hand over the book. His eyes had narrowed, and he licked his lips slightly. Grabbing his cup of ale from the table next to him, his gulped the disgusting liquid, the ale burning it's way down his throat. After a coughing fit, the Altmer turned his attention back to the book. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the cover and went to the first page.

Elinhiir sighed when he saw what lay on that page. Gibberish, written in the old language of Aldmeris. Tamrielic was closely related to Aldmeris, which served as the common tongues base language, and the elf was able to decifer some of the words that sat on the parchment, but most remained incomprehensible. Shutting the book with a resounding *thud*, Elinhiir went back to staring into the fire.

Xerxes' eyebrow rose in minor surprise as the little man burst into flames.What the fu... Xerxes thought to himself as a faint buzzing noise began to whine in his ear. He then looked around the room. Mel and the others were speaking, about what he couldn't tell,he was straining his ears to hear something else, was it a slight buzzing? Probably from boredom...He focused back in as Mel left the room. The Argonian gripped the blade that was just inside him. Xerxes watched as the man looked at it in awe,His eyes picked up on what the Argonian was doing,he was flicking off his own crusted blood. The Breton piped up about arcane study and Xerxes zoned out again...magic isnt exactly my forteThere it is again, that faint buzzing.Xerxes frowned and gripped his Glaive tighter as The Breton finished off about being attacked. Xerxes nodded.


The Breton turned to leave as Xerxes spoke. "...Teegus how would you feel if I hung around to make sure the next ones aren't lucky either?" Xerxes waited calmly for the Argonian's reply.

Viuven shrugged slightly and pointed up at the mountains again, supressing the urge to hiss at Francois. You think I do not know my Cyrodiilic is bad, softskin?
The ruby scaled Argonian shook his head, "The fortress go to join Blades if desired." He replied aloud after a moment. Viuven had seen levitation spells before, and was not too impressed by them. Let's see if you can levitate while in your sleep, hmm? The Argonian smirked as the memory of a young Altmer woman waking up in midair with surprise etched on her face momentarily filled his vision.

Viuven glanced back at Adeth and Paulus and Iris, hoping they would be finished preparing the prisoner for transport soon. He was starting to get quite a chill standing in the night air without the adrenaline of combat or the energy of motion to keep him warm. "Should go sooning of then before the sun rises." Viuven said to them, "Once rising of the sun comes, awoken spies other of the Mythic Dawn and leaving into town. Easier finding of spies inside homes of theirs rather than on streets threading in Bruma."

Adeth trusted Viuven's reaction and thus took a less offencive stance. 'You could talk to a man named Jauffre about that.' He told the man a bit reluctantly almost at the same time as Viuven. He sensed no danger from the man but that didn't mean he trusted. Adeth turned to Iris with a questioning look. Her judgement would determine wether the man could be trusted. Spies know spied after all. Adeth though.

'I agree. Shall we escort him to the Cloud Ruler as well?' Adeth asked, referring to Francois.



(crap post, school numbs my brains...I promise my next post will be of quality. )

editing

Tsinga sat on top of the tower for a short while taking in the surroundings before she decided that since she had found cloud ruler temple she ought to do what she came here to do.
As she took off the cool breeze carried her gentley down to the ground where she transformed back into her Bosmer form. A rather attractive looking woman of average height stood where a falcon had previously been standing. As a falcon her feathers had kept her warm from the chilly air up in the mountains but back as an elf she could feel the cold biting at her skin.

Just then a beautiful snowy white tiger came padding from between the trees.
"Look's like this is the place." Tsinga spoke, while gazing up at the rather majestic looking building. Rain gave a nod of the head as a reply.

The small old Breton man regarded Iris sleepily, as he adjusted some items in his pack, sifting through his alchemy equipment and repair hammers and soul gems. He knew the lizard man despised him. That's okay. He didn't care for him much either. Francois had met one or two individual beast men in his life whom he had held mutual respect with, but found most to be arrogant beyond all belief. Francois was a worldly man and certainly no racist by any stretch, but he knew well enough of the typical Argonian disrespect for civilized life and literacy.He looked up from his silver repair hammer again, making eye contact with Iris, sending her a pleading look that was meant to say "I'm a tired old man..please, escort me to the Temple so I can get some rest." Not an altogether dishonest thought. He did require a short nap before summoning his Dremora assistant end beginning work on the no doubt fascinating weapons and armor to be found at the Blades headquarters. He had heard they used Akaviri Katanas and was very excited at the prospect of being able to study and improve upon these weapons.

ooc: It's been awhile since I had some Tee , EDIT: Also, welcome back Havok :foodndrink:

Why are these guys after me? Out of all people... Teegus asked himself mentally, as he continued to scraqe his encrusted blood off the Deadric shortsword. He paused and studied the blade again. I think I'll hang onto this...

He sighed loudly as he set the sword back on the dresser. This has been a very strange day..., people he had never heard until several hours ago, wanted him dead for some reason that remained unknown to Teegus. And to make that worse, it sounded like he pissed off their god, or Deadric prince, or whatever the hell it was. It ain't safe for me here...well, probably wont be safe anywhere. Especially the roads...

The mercenary sat back down in the seat, and rubbed the side of his snout. What am I going to do?, he seemed to forget about his roommates, but was reminded when the giant Khajiit in the corner asked him a question.

''...Teegus how would you feel if I hung around to make sure the next ones aren't lucky either?''

At his name, Teegus looked up at the muscled-feline man, with a surprised look. Hang around? Like what, a bodyguard? He mentally grumbled at the thought of having someone watching out for him. He didn't really like that, given that he had been alone a good portion of his life. Ah, what the hell... If I encounter these 'Mythic Dawn' freaks again, having someone with would even the odds. Especially if he's a giant mass of muscle, and armed with a mean-looking weapon...besides...I could probably use the company too...

He merely nodded to Xerxes, then looked around the room, seeing that Mel and Gregory had left. Mel, the Elf women, seemed incredibly suspicious to Teegus. All that Armor, and a Deadric weapon seemed to raise a few questions.
And Gregory, the Breton Mage. Where did that fellow run off to? Something about researching something, Teegus wasn't paying attention to what he said.

Teegus looked back at Xerxes, with an unsure look. ''Sooo...'' He began. ''What now?''

ooc: Edited due to a mistake I made...heehee

Gregory let the door to the Mage's Guild shut behind him as he entered. Everything was abnormally quiet. Usually, Volanaro and J'skar were around causing lots of noise and chaos, but now everything was silent. He was almost worried for a moment until he realized that it was the middle of the night and that they were all probably sleeping. Once he remembered this, his mood lifted. If everyone was sleeping, then he could finally do some research in peace. His good mood continued until he got to his room, when he remembered that he really knew very little about the Daedra and that he would need Volanaro's help.

Greg cursed under his breath, then entered his room to collect what few books he had on Daedra. As he shuffled through his papers and books, he heard movement behind him. He turned around and looked down the hallway, but no one was there. When he turned back around to go back to work, a dremora was standing right in front of him. Gregory screamed and turned to run, but tripped and fell on his back as the Dremora advanced on him. Then, just as he was certain that he was about to die, the Dremora disappeared, and the sound of laughter filled the room. In the far corner, Volanaro and J'skar appeared; they had been cloaked by invisibility spells.

Gregory cursed at them quite fluently until they eventually stopped laughing. Greg got to his feet and dusted himself off, then glared at them with as much anger as he could muster. Unfortunately, this just made him look comical, and the pair burst out in laughter again. As Gregory clenched and unclenched his hands, several very painful ways of punishing the two went through his mind. Unfortunately, before he could act on these thoughts, Selena appeared in the hallway in her night clothes.

"What in Oblivion is going on in here? I heard screaming."

"Oh Selena, you missed a wonderful prank. This is the first time we've gotten old Greg here in as long as I can remember!"

"You two are so immature."

"And you're just a stick in the mud."

As the two continued arguing, Gregory took the time to regain his composure. When he was finished with that, he interrupted them. "All right, all right, that's enough. Thank you for intervening on my behalf Selena, but I don't have the time for such petty arguments. I require your help Volanaro, and probably yours too Selena."

Volanaro looked at him curiously and asked, "Oh? And what would you need my help with, Mr. I know everything there is to know about magic."

Gregory just continued to glare at him and said, "I encountered an Argonian today who was attacked by Mythic Dawn cultists. They're the worshippers of Mehrunes Dagon. There wasn't any apparent reason for the attack, but a giant Khajiit that saved him captured one of the cultists. When the Argonian interrogated him, the Mythic Dawn agent made several cryptic comments and then performed a self inflicted fire spell, ending his own life. I'd like your help in determining why they attacked this Argonian, and perhaps what the Mythic Dawn cultist was talking about. Will you two help me?"

At this point J'skar cut in. "Hey, what about me? Don't you want my help as well?"

Selena provided the answer for him. "No offense J'skar, but you know less than Gregory about the Daedra. You probably couldn't help us even if you wanted to."

J'skar looked offended for a moment, then left the room, probably to go to sleep. Volanaro and Selena then both agreed to help him. Selena because she was genuinely interested, and Volanaro because he had nothing better to do. Before they could even begin to do anything though, Jeanne appeared in the doorway, and she had a rather angry expression on her face.

"That is quite enough out of all of you. It's extremely late, I'm tired, and we have guests here today that need their sleep."

Greg looked at her with a mildly interested expression. "Guests? What kind of guests?"

"They're here from the University to guard something on it's way to the Imperial City."

"What are they guarding?"

"Oh, how should I know! It could be a crate of apples for all I care. The point is, they're here from the University, and if they find their stay here particularly enjoyable, they'll put in a good word for me."

She then stormed back upstairs to get the rest of her sleep. Though Gregory was curious as to what the mages were guarding, it had nothing to do with him, and he already had a task to focus on. So, without further interruptions, he began to discuss some possibilities with his fellow Guild members.

OOC: Whew, been awhile since I've made a post of this length.

OOC: At what point did Viuven suddenly start not liking Francois....? He was merely a bit suspicious at first, and dissuaded of that pretty quickly. I dunno where y'all are thinking Viuven's being hostile

IC:

Viuven-Ru
Runestones near Bruma


"We should." Viuven replied to Adeth when it became apparent Iris was not going to reply right away. She seemed lost in thought or dazed for whatever reason, but Viuven passed it off. Perhaps she is merely upset by the death of the Mythic Dawn spy. I never thought her for the weak gutted type, but one never knows.
"Woods of danger and fillingly so," Viuven said, "At night. Mountain lions and Nordic tigers and black bears." Oh my! Viuven thought as the prospect of Nordic creatures coming down from the mountains in the north at night occurred to him. Although Viuven was not too fearful of the appearance of bears or mountain lions, the potential prospect of werewolves was greatly disconcerting.

Although Viuven had known a werewolf, he still did not trust them -especially in their beastly form- and ones he did not know he still treated as ravenous animals rather than cursed people. Viuven shook off the thought of werewolves before his thoughts had the chance to return to the werecrocodiles of his homeland; who's claws and fangs dripped with the blood of his marshbrothers.

"The finding of the other spies in the city should a priority lay as well." Viuven continued after gathering his thoughts back to the task at hand, "Getting to actions of sorting like that should be goal next ours."

OOC: Francois is slightly prejudiced against Khajiits and Argonians, despite his best efforts not to be. His entire life he's perceived hostility from them that's usually not there. It's nothing personal against Viuven.

Paulus regarded the old Breton, his thoughts that this man could be a much more powerful foe where correct when he said he was a battlemage. As he listened to Francois speak about who sent him here, he saw Vivuen apprear behind him.

"Hi there. I thought I sensed another humanoid around here. Why would I be of use to Cloud Ruler? I hadn't intended to brag on myself, sir, but it just so happens that my many years of experience have gifted me with the opportunities to learn Smithing techniques unknown to the average person, or even most masters. There are secrets that were nearly lost with the Battlespire, you see, but a few men yet live who trained there. One of them stands before you. I was blessed, or lucky, to be absent from that place when Dagon seized it some years back. My weapons, armor and potions are of a potent quality, and I can enchant any weapons or armor you already have. And I do it for free, because it's my art and I love it. An old man needs a hobby, doesn't he? I suppose the Blades operative figured I had some special amount of skill that was needed here. Crusaders from Morrowind swear by my stuff. Even the Ordinators and Bouyant Armigers who helped the Nerevarine assault the Ash Citadels used some of my equipment. That, my friend, was my proudest moment. Now may I assume you gentlemen and lady are Blades?"

Paulus stiffened at the mention that the man could enchant armour and weapons, and was from the Battlespire as well! His ideas for a even more versatile suit of armour than the one he wore now
could actually be put into place if the and Francois would work together. His idea involved that of getting rid off the netting over it that was used to attach folliage and clothes, and instead enchant the armor to change naturally to the color of his surrounding environment, which would cut off the several hours it took to prepare his armour before heading out on patrol. But that could wait

He sat wearily on a rock and crossed rested his elbows on his knees. He looked from each face to the other. "I do hope you didn't do that to this young man. What a cruel way to die."

"No, he did it willingly, something he had on him caused him to burn, or it could have been a word he spoke."

Now he added his opinion on heading to Cloudruler.

"I feel like we should head back to the temple, we have a captive with us, and I wouldnt feel right leaving Francois alone to head up to the temple. The damn pompous 'warriors' might skewer him on sight."

Francois' eyes darted up from the silver repair hammer he was playfully levitating a few feet in the air in front of him. He pulled it into his hand with a weak telekinesis spell and closed his satchel. He regarded Paulus with eyes somewhat relieved. "I am so very glad to hear it wasn't you fine young knights who maimed that young man with a fire spell. And I'm sure it was a spell, from the lingering magicka signature around his body. If it was caused by an enchanted item I can't detect it right now. Might be wrong of course. I'm old and not what I once was, and I'm very tired. You young Blades will be escorting me to the Temple now?"

He regarded Paulus' kit, seeing what types of weapons and armor he had on his body. It was one of the first things he always did when meeting someone new. He smiled, running through a long list of possible modifications mentally. He repeated this process with all of the people in his midst who were armed and armored. He could usually make slight improvements wherever he went, even if they didn't seem huge or noticeable at first. For instance, he had tempered all of the Imperial Broadswords at the barracks he worked at in Vvardenfell with a small amount of Ebony and Silver, so that every soldier's weapon could harm undead and daedra. While not a drastic change, he had heard that if not for this small alteration lives may have been lost. He snapped back into the here and now, looking up towards the Temple again, imagining those Akaviri blades and armor pieces.

OOC: Sorry schooling has had me very busy lately, so I am going to try and make a post now.

IC: Iris had her arms folded the entire time as the man talked with Viuven and Paulus, watching his motions, his actions, his words, his expressions. She saw a tinge of arrogance, a tinge of pride, wisdom and fatigue of age. She saw knowledge, experience, and a trace of sincerity. Her opinion of him was he was the general old mage, full of his own achievements and willing to use those skills to help others, occasionally. A braggart. But at least he wasn't an Altmer.

Her opinion of him dipped a little though, when she noticed him looking her over. True, she was very likely to draw a few eyes with her side-slit silk skirt, bare navel, and leather bodice, but he seemed to be... anolyzing her. Iris could easily shrug off lustful looks; she did it often. But anolytical... that was another story altogether, as it left her wondering just what it was he was looking for, and why he looked for it.

"The finding of the other spies in the city should a priority lay as well." Viuven's voice cut in her thoughts, and Iris nodded, looking at the man.

"It was an enchanted ring. We have already destroyed the other ring, but if you wish to examine them with your profound enchanting knowledge, we'll save one for you if we find it." Iris sounded subtly venomous when she spoke of his enchanting knowledge, but it was laced like golden thread in her voice. She turned to Paulus, then looked at the man's donkey, and then at the man. "But perhaps you can help. Paulus, place the spy on Francois'... whatever that is... and bring both of them to Cloud Ruler. Have Jauffre meet Francois and explain to him what occurred here."

"Adeth, Viuven, if you are ready and willing, I think we should take advantage of this and find those other spies. Captain Steffan suggested talking with Burd, so we should seek him out first." Iris told them, and began to walk towards Bruma slowly, waiting for the input of the others.

When Iris turned her eyes momentarily from Francois, he smirked for a split second. Now THIS woman he liked. Bold, direct, in command. He smiled inwardly at the "profound knowledge" comment, and wondered if she'd ever flown a dragon through the fires of Oblivion. Probably not. No matter. Apparently he was to get the opportunity to study a magical ring, which was always a fun thing to do over a cup of tea on a rainy Sundas evening, and now his donkey got the honor of hauling a worthless spy up a steep mountain trail. Was this to be the life of a Blade? Exciting. He barely suppressed a snicker.

He composed himself quickly enough, like a gentleman. He suspected nobody noticed the little eccentric faces he had just made, and if they did they would shrug it off as typical Breton snobbery. Bretons were well known as eccentric and flamboyant after all. Francois obediently led his Donkey over to Paulus, and the old man even dismounted and helped lift the bound spy, displaying slightly more strength and flexibility than his outward appearance suggests. If he'd felt like being even more outwardly arrogant, he could have caused the tied man to levitate, or used telekinesis to lift him, but he didn't feel like showing off. He was tired of the little social game for now anyway. He was eager to meet this Breton named Jauffre - no doubt the only fully civilized person among the lot - and learn what was to be expected of him.

ooc: Quick post, going to bed - tired. And yes, Battlemages did ride dragons at one point, according to the lore. And it was awesome. : P

edit : Corrected the mistakes.

ooc: If no one else is going to do it:

ic:

A mud crab, not far from the group spied a rather unsual sight, it had been grazing in the early morning and had decided to head towards it's nest as the cold breeze that made Bruma so infamous began to pickup. Trees shook, animals curled up together and people began to shiver and curse loudly, but that's a different story.

The mud crab was heading home; it's small legs getting buried in what felt like an endless amount of cold, it cursed itself for travelling so far north, it still had a fairly large journey ahead of itself before it could enter Vvardenfell. Nonetheless, it came to a small clearing where there was a small pool, it was iced over; but it was soothing and he began to enjoy himself as he tried to make it past the pool; skidding and sliding as it went.

It was then, in this moment of mild joy, that something sturred, a man, no older then 19 rushed out of a bush right next to the Mud Crab, his body was tattered and torn and his face was a mix of blood and sweat. For some reason, the Mud Crab became tense, he'd never enjoyed the company of humans, he found them somewhat violant towards his people. And therefore, he hid, he rushed into the bush and stayed silent while the scene unfolded.

The 19 year old human tried to jump the pool but missed and slipped, he clumsily fell to the ground which would be the last mistake he was to ever make...

ooc: Moose says I need to post here, so.. I figured maybe I ought to now that I've got some decent time on my hands!

And Uglius.. What.. the hell? O_o

ic: Melanarde smiled gently at Tim as he awoke with a start and stared up at her. He seemed like he'd had a nightmare, but she wasn't at all surprised since he'd gone to bed drunk. She reached one long-fingered hand up to touch his cheek in a motherly manner.

"Whatever it was, it was just a dream." Mel assured him, her red eyes holding a kind of care rarely seen in her, "You're in the tavern, you're fine." She smiled in amusemant, "And sweating like a pig. Anything I can get for you, Tim?"
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"Me, get drunk?" Veyar asked, surprised. Karst just grinned and nodded. "I don't think so. Not after all that's happened this evening and what will probably come on the morrow."

The Khajiit frowned and narrowed her eyes a little. "Aw, c'mon. S'fun an' who cares what happens t'morra?" She began to rant, then, seeing that Veyar was not budging in his decision, growled. "Oh, fine. Be tha' way. Yer no fun.. All serious an' [censored] all the time.. I'mma.. I'm.. goin' ta lay down fer a moment.. M'head feels weird."

Turning, she grabbed her whiskey bottle, got up shakily and walked unsteadily towards the door, though how she would manage the stairs up to the bedrooms in her condition was anyone's guess. She stumbled a little and thumped into the door instead of opening it like she'd intended, but it seemed to open for her anyway and.. then she was falling. In that moment, time slowed for her and she wondered how on Nirn she was going to get out of this uninjured. Her body twisted a little in midair and then suddenly there was something soft and clothy in her face. Seeing it as an opportunity to escape falling flat on her face, her hands grasped onto the object and Karst then pulled herself up to see what she'd grabbed. Her eyes wandered the semi-cool form and she eventually realized it wasn't an object, but a person. A person in a robe.

Eventually, she reached the top of the figure and saw two purple eyes, her hands on the shoulders of the robed figure. Another moment and she recognized the person.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, then giggled. "Hiya, Odeen!" Karst lifted the half-empty bottle up and grinned. "Ya want a drink? I got plenny."

OOC: OH GOD MY ANUS IS BLEEDING FROM BEING GONE FOR SO LONG.

IC: Odeen glanced over at the bottle Karst had offered him, and shook his head without much hesitation. "No thank you, Karst. I'll...uh...pass on that offer." The cool scaled Argonian replied, staggering a little from having the little Khajiit pull herself up on him. She was indeed a short little thing, but that didn't mean she couldn't cause the timid beast to lose his footing. Odeen didn't even have to look Karst over to realize that she was fully inebriated, and that very fact bothered him. "So, are you on your way to bed? I-I mean, I think you should get some sleep or at least lay down. W-well, if you're tired, that is. I mean, it's not like you have to sleep or lay down, but I-I..." He struggled with his words as if the situation was the most awkward thing in the world for him. Then again, Odeen was no stranger to shyness or awkward, strained conversation in general.

"H-hey," Odeen started again, taking a moment to clear his throat. "...It's late anyway, right?" The lizard said, continuing to stress his belief that the Khajiit should take a bit of a rest before she hurts herself walking everywhere. Whatever would keep Karst from injury or him from collapsing Plus, he felt his bag getting heavier each second Karst was touching his shoulders, as if she was draining what little strength his arms had left. He had been mixing and mixing, crushing and crushing, and even shaking things for hours, making a few more potions for his stock. Of course, a few turned out to be failures due to his unprecedented lack of observation; it was all too uncommon, but Odeen had made a few potions that didn't even turn out to be a drinkable fluid. Therefore, he felt a bit guilty that he had wasted some of his dwindling supplies of herb and samples of liquid.

Of course, he'd rather not think about that right now. Instead, he'd rather lay down and rest after making sure Karst goes to do the same soon. Then he could try and rest easy.

ooc: Hey zelric!

ic:

Tim rubbed his eyes, sanity began to kick in and he quickly realised he'd made a fool of himself. He quickly remembered his throat was parched, "I could do with some water." He stated as he moved to sit down by the side of his bed, but the movement was quite possible the most painful experience he'd had in quite sometime, he gripped his head in pain and shoved it deep into the pillow, "Ooooh, it hurts!" He moaned as he began to feel the hangover, "What in oblivion?!" He added as he soon began to feel as if his head was about to split open.

OOC: I will most likely be unable to post in the next 7 days, so anyone who feels like doing some extra RP--ing may RP Paulus for the duration when I am unable to post.

ooc: Yay, Zelly! I've got the popcorn, now I just need the lizards and the fanfare will be complete!

ic: Karst listened to Odeen stutter nervously and giggled in way only a drunken person could. She draqed her arms around his neck and set her forehead against his collar, still giggling.

"Yer funny." She commented simply, finding her eyes beginning to flutter as she approached unconsciousness. "But.. I was.. Was gonna go ta bed an'way so.. Ya c'n take me to be if ya want to."

Then, for a moment, she fell asleep, her eyes shutting and breathing slowing before her mind kicked her awake again. A small snort escaped her nose and she stood up as straight as she could, blinking. "Sorry.. Dozed off." Karst apologized and grinned, resting her head against Odeen's shoulder now. "You make a good pillow, y'know.." She commented quietly in his ear. The intoxicated feline had almost entirely forgotten that Veyar had made an offer to take her to bed less than five minutes ago.
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A soft laugh escaped her golden lips as she watched Tim groan and curse. Melanarde couldn't recall her first hangover, but she certainly recalled her last and sympathized. A hand was set against his chest and she pushed him back down gently into his bed.

"Close your eyes and relax. I'll go get you some water." She assured him with a gently tousle of his hair, then stood and walked off. Downstairs, Olav looked up at her and sighed.

"Whatcha want now?" He asked in a bored tone.

"You should respect your elders more, you know." She quipped back with a wry smile. Olav snorted and took a swig of mead from a bottle on the table before him.

"Yeah. Sure. What can I get for ya?"

"Just a pitcher of water."

The Nord arced an eyebrow but complied, going to the back room and fetching a pitcher and glass, then filling the former from a hand pump. Bringing it up, he held out his hand and Mel dropped ten gold into it and left. Upon reaching Tim's side again, she knelt by him and poured him a glass of water.

"Here." The Altmer said quietly so as not to upset his hangover more, "Drink all of it. You'll feel better."

OOC: Customer Appreciation Sale event at JC Penney is over! I have more time to make posts with now

IC: Viuven's eyes narrowed slightly as he followed along behind Iris and Paulus and Francois. The appearance of the old man was unusual, to say the least, and it disturbed Viuven that he could not place why the old fellow was striking him as a familiar face, now that he looked at him more. The ruby Argonian slid his hood up over his head, masking his face in the shadows of night as he used his halberd as a walking staff. The weapon clacked softly on the cobblestone road as they walked.

What Viuven recognized about Francois he could not put his finger on. It was on the tip of his tongue, but no matter how he might try, there was nothing he could do to recall why the Breton was seeming more familiar. Viuven's eye quickly glanced over the man from behind, summoning up a judging examination of him. There is more to this one than there looks. Viuven decided, I did not recognize half of what he said earlier; his experiences have probably brought him through things I could not imagine. This man is... dangerous? No, not dangerous. Dangerous only to his enemies, I think, not to his allies. Viuven nodded to himself. Yes, he will be a good ally, I think. I have not known Bretons to be turncoats.



Veyar Nydelvu
Cloud Ruler Temple

Veyar smirked as he watched Karst head off to her chambers. He knew she could probably find the way back to her bed herself, and she was competent enough to avoid anything that might be harmful on the way. She had made it clear enough that she did not want his help or assistance, and Veyar could understand that. She wants to be independent and prove she can look after herself. He decided, Also probably doesn't want me to try anything - though far be it from me to even think of taking advantage of a drunk woman.

The Armiger sighed and stood, stretching as he looked around the near silence of Cloud Ruler. It was late in the evening, and he suspected that most were in bed or out on assignment. Veyar was not entirely too tired, though. He had just eaten a light dinner, and the hubbub of that evening left him still quite alert. He drew one of his ebony katanas and held it in a classical two-handed ready stance as he steadied his breathing. The obsidian and gold paint on the blade glistened in the firelight as Veyar's body fell still, coming quickly under perfect poise and control.

Without so much as a blink, he exploded into motion. The blade whistled in the air as he paced forwards and back through the empty hall, his sword striking blades and shields and Daedra alike in the sudden clarity of his thoughts. It was moments like these that brought Veyar to his greatest perceptive ability. His body and mind working together in a practiced discipline devoid of extraneous thought or emotion where every action and thought had a purpose - this was what Veyar did as a form of meditation. In the focused clarity of battle meditation, Veyar's mind sought out the presence of his god, Vivec. Although since shortly after the Oblivion Crisis began, Veyar had not been able to psychically touch his god's presence to draw strength and focus, he still managed to do this a few times a week, if only to keep in practice. In the past, Veyar, like every other Armiger, had been able to psychically commune with Vivec, even if only with the merest fraction of Vehk's aweful power and presence. It was enough to overwhelm his own will and keep his goals and morals in perfect harmony with Vivec's grand design.

The katana swept through a final flourishing sequence as Veyar finished his practices, and suddenly the room came back into focus. The rush of blood through his veins pounded in his ears like a mighty pulsing windstorm, and Veyar felt the stinging burn in his muscles after the sequence of drills drove his body to its physical limits. The sweat on his brow beaded in the firelight as Veyar sheathed his blade. Again, Vivec was nowhere to be found. Veyar had heard the rumours of Vivec's fall and capture by the Daedric hordes. Although he thought there was some type of truth to them, he did not believe it was done against Vivec's own mighty Will. It was not the first time Vehk had consorted with Daedra if he was, as Veyar believed, allowing himself to be captured to gain a strategic advantage by striking at Dagon from within his own realm, and after the Oblivion Crisis ended, Veyar was sure it would not be the last time Vehk did battle or clashed wits with a Daedra.

Sorry for my absence and sorry for my upcoming absence too. None of you need not probably know this but Im going to have my wisdom teeth pulled today and wont be able to concentrate on anything because of it, as I havent been able to concentrate these past few days.

Also, I think Im going to die too. No Coke for a week or less.