OOC:

The bandits, were part of his Job, if you read. And I never actually said that these 'new' guys were bandits, They are Mythic Dawn. They're attacking him out of revenge for destroying their spy post, and a reason that I will reveal in the future.

Now that I think of it, they did strike out revenge a little too fast...

And Havok, *Sigh*, not to tear away your 'hero' moment... I kinda expected someone else's character to interfere (Hint hint), so my char could get more involved in the actual RP Story. Don't take it offensively, it just didn't turn out the way I expected it to.

Thats why i kept the Imperial alive. so you could be saved, and still move the story along. :/ i needed to get my guy submersed but if you prefer i could edit my posts to just getting drunk with the high elf

cut the ooc

Probably the most probable option



Yea, we probably should stop And, Adeth, if you feel my secret plot may screw up the storyline, I'll change it up if you wish. Or, I could just PM you the details and you could decide if it's good or not.

OOC:

Bleck! I dissapear for a few days and totally lose track of everything! How's a guy suposed to join a fun-llloking RP if he can only see from the middle of it? well, enough of me being a carbon copy of my crotchty gramps. Here's my charsheet, if it's not too late:

Name: Rys
Age: Thirty
Race: Breton
six: Male

Class: Rogue
Class Focus: Combat
Primary Attributes: Personality, Speed
Major Skills:
Alchemy
Athletics
Blade
Block
Illusion
Light Armor
Mercantile
Birthsign: The Thief

General Appearance: Suave and smooth all the way. A big chin and defined cheekbones, with a straight nose. Slicked-back dark reddish-brown hair. Middling tall, but not remarkably so for his race, dark brown eyes.
Tattoos/Scars: white scar across the palm of his hand, no tattoos
Apparel Worn Most Often: Blue & Green Outfit, russet felt shoes
Apparel worn least often: Prisoner outfit
Weapons: Steel longsword

Spells: Pacification, Alluring Gaze, Command Humanoid, Starlight, Eyes of Eventide

Mental Description: Sarcastic and decietful, the definition of rogue. However, he occasionally does make fast friends. When he does, he is mind-bogglingly loyal. However, for the average observer he is simply a charming ne'er-do-well who falls afoul of the guards a little too often for comfort.

Brief History:
He became a rogue out of neccessity. He truly does wish to be a legitimate businessman, but the conniving Imperial monoplies like the EEC were and are too ruthless for his taste. So, he did odd jobs, mostly legal, moving gradually farther and farther south until he settled in Cyrodiil. However, as time passed less and less of his work was legal as more and more of the legitimate businesses were disturbingly cutthroat. Be that as it may, as far as rogues go he is not the best, and has spent several stints in prisons. Oftentimes in places that know him the guards don't even bother arresting him anymore, they just rough him up a little. As it stands he is living and learning, journeying around Cyrodiil to see where he can go.

Well, I gess I'll try and make a coherent intro. Damn I'm not used to joining RPs midrun. If it winds up that it's too late, just tell me and I'll bow out.


IC:

Bruma Streets

Rys didn't want any more to drink.

He already was tipsy, and if he got in any more trouble then the guards would be very upset. Be that as it may, he didn't hurt quite as bad. Such paradoxes as these always fill my thoughts when I impair them. He thought. That was usually because he drank after being beaten up, and rarely otherwise.

As often happened when he entered a town, despite his totally legal status, the guards had brought him to a back alley, informed him that they knew of his reputation, then proceded to beat him up with the warning that he stay out of trouble or the cnsequences would be dire. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but he was getting pretty well sick of it. That was why he was there.

He was doing various gainful jobs that were perfectly within the sphere of legality. Despite this, he hadn't done quite enough to convince people that his infamy was no longer deserved. Ah, well, he sighed to himself, such is the plight of such honest men as myself, I suppose.

As he had no desire to further hamper his ability to walk, he didn't head towards the taphouses. He instead decided to head up further towards the castle, missed a step, and landed face-first in the snow.

"This is not a good day!" He muttered to himself as he pulled himself up.

OOC: a couple of small details, 1: i just noticed i forgot to add my birthsign, im the tower.... lol.... and 2: just for rp sake, as i was lay and posted real pics of me in my char sheet, you'll have to imagine them de-modernized to fit ob standards. oh and 3: i totally forgot when rping that my char has a staff so u'll have to reimagine that scene with him taking it with him. ah crap and 4: im adding a small fire spell to my magic list because forgot lighters dont exist.... ahem

IC:

Jet stood there still, tapping his feet and humming behind his bandana. Fumbling with his staff by his side he decided to make good on the opertunity and reached into his deep pockets for his smoking pipe and tobacco. He lent the staff into the crook of his arm before patting some of the dry leaves into the pipe with the arm of his glasses and replaced the pouch of tobacco back in his pocket. He paused for a moment as something popped into realization shortly followed by a rummaging in his back pocket before pulling out a small bronze colored vial which he popped the cork off from. Gently he tapped out some of the white powder into his pipe before re-corking it and shoving it back into his pocket. Placing his palm over the end of his pipe he concentrated until the embers ignited from pipes contents.

He stood upright again and took the pipe to his mouth before taking a deep inhale of thick smoke then slowly released it into the cold evening air.

"Ahhhh... skooma..."

Just then he looked up and noticed that the white Khajiiti woman and a Dunmer man had stepped out of the tavern.

Hmm... interesting people about tonight.

OOC: ahhh.... crap post.... but fair enough it is 7 mins past midnight for me....

and aww crap re-edit due to my lack of noticing people exit tavern.....

ooc: I think it'll work out fine, Jarod.

ic: Melanarde looked at the human over the giant cat's shoulder, then at Teegus. His chest looked.. dented. I also concerned her a little that there was a blade sticking out of him, but that was a typical wound. Imploded ribcages were slightly less common a sight. She made a face at seeing this and followed Xerxes to the vacant room, ignoring the yells from Olav demanding what was going on. The Nord was having a strange day..

Upon seeing the human's condition, the broken arm, she decided that the Argonian needed help more. Removing both her gauntlets and setting them on the table by the bed, she yanked the sword out, felt the ribs and grit her teeth, then put her palms on his chest and went to work. Her hands glowed to a fiery orange hue as she forced repurposed fire magicka into his body. Melanarde felt the reptilian man's bones shift as she directed them back into place and fused them back together. When finished, she felt a bit tired; there'd been a lot of internal bleeding that needed fixing as well. On the upside, the way she healed left the body heated, so the Argonian would likely wake to internal warmth like he'd never known before.

After she was sure that Teegus was going to be fine, Mel looked over at the Imperial, cracked his arm a little to reset the bones and went to mending. When finished, she looked at Xerxes a moment, then realized something she'd missed when Xerxes came back in. That Khajiit left with the Dunmer! [censored]!

"Xerxes.. you take care of them a moment.. I gotta run and do something." She said hurriedly and rushed from the room after the Khajiit.
ooc: She'll catch up to them next post.
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ic: Zant smirked at Do'Rhadi's comment about elves. "Yeah, some of them can be obnoxious, but I found myself a good one. I'm not sure her brother is too happy, but.." Zant shrugged dismissively.

As the other Khajiit suddenly swung at his legs, he flicked the sword down and stepped back, catching the blade on the tip of his own. "Whoa, damn. Take me by surprise will ya? Heh. Good one." He laughed. He laughed again as a thought came to him for something to do; Zant stepped left around Do'Rhadi and brought his sword up towards the other Khajiit's head, aiming to gently thwack him upside the head with the flat side of his sword. If it worked, it'd be funny.

ooc: My god, I am crap today..

OOC:I was thinknig about it. and wouldnt warmth give an Argonian natural boosts to his own regeneration?(not by tes standards) but i read somewhere that warmness made lizards more active as well as regenerate faster.


IC:The Altmer did healing magic but not on the Imperial. Xerxes frowned when she blurted out a quick sentence then left thr room. Xerxes frowned even deeper when she didnt even notice the blade sticking out of his shoulder. Somehow the blade got in right between the plates of the pauldrons. Xerxes flincehd as he tore the blade from his shoulder. Reaching below he unsnaped the leather gips of the pauldron and slided it off. Xerxes then picked the dagger back up and cut a strip of cloth from the sheet and wrapped it about his shoulder."Hope that helps." he mumbled to himself. Xerxes walked over to where the Imperial was and looked down on the man. Xerxes made sure he was still unconcious before returning to a chair. "Now what?" He asked himself

Gregory continued reading his book, though he could vaguely hear the woman and the Khajit talking. He payed them no mind though, and welcomed the silence once the Khajit had left. It wasn't until the Khajit stormed back in carrying two bodies that he finally looked up. Upon seeing his cargo, he stood up, wondering if he should help, but the woman rushed up after him, so he supposed his aid wasn't necessary. Still, curiosity eventually got the better of him, and he moved to go up the stairs to see what had happened. Unfortunately, in his attempts to grab his book, he spilled the ale, drenching the poor thing that he had just bought. He cursed loudly at that, and looked at it for a moment, hoping that maybe he could salvage it, but no, it was ruined.

"There always has to be something. I can't ever just have a nice, quiet day reading. It's always Volanaro and his pranks, or some emergency that calls me away from my reading, or some giant Khajit walking through the door carrying two bodies... Okay, maybe that doesn't happen too often," he mumbled to himself as he walked towards where Olav was standing, still yelling. He handed the innkeeper ten gold coins, five for the room the Khajit had apparently just occupied, and another five for any mess that might have been caused.

He then went over towards the stairs, but before he could even reach them, the woman rushed down them and out the building. He ignored her and walked up the stairs, searching for the room the Khajit had gone into. It didn't take him long. He entered, ignoring the giant Khajit and looking over the two unconscious forms. "Impressive work. I doubt I could have healed them quite as well. Oh well, restoration was never my strong suit anyway," he said to himself.

He then looked towards the only conscious occupant of the room and said, "Ah, hello there Khajit. You seem to have run into some trouble. Looks like that woman already healed your friends though. Very interesting day it's been so far. I'm Gregory Rolston, Mage's Guild. I don't know if you need any more help or not, but if you do, then I'll gladly help. Didn't really have anything better to do anyway. Well, I did, but it's soaked in ale now so... I'm rambling aren't I? Must be the ale."

He walked over towards the unconscious Argonian and looked at him, then at the unconscious Imperial, and finally back at the Khajit. "So, what exactly happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

Xerxes was gripping the glaive as the little man stepped in.

"Impressive work. I doubt I could have healed them quite as well. Oh well, restoration was never my strong suit anyway," he said to himself.


The man was a fool to surprise him,but this land was strange and maybe it is fine for people to barge in on you. Xerxes was about to reply but the man walked over to the two body's.

He then looked towards the only conscious occupant of the room and said, "Ah, hello there Khajit. You seem to have run into some trouble. Looks like that woman already healed your friends though. Very interesting day it's been so far. I'm Gregory Rolston, Mage's Guild. I don't know if you need any more help or not, but if you do, then I'll gladly help. Didn't really have anything better to do anyway. Well, I did, but it's soaked in ale now so... I'm rambling aren't I? Must be the ale."


Again Xerxes was beginning to answer when the man spoke yet again.

He walked over towards the unconscious Argonian and looked at him, then at the unconscious Imperial, and finally back at the Khajit. "So, what exactly happened, if you don't mind my asking?"


Xerxes growled deeply to cut off any further questions. "Well, this kinda hurts." he said pointing to the reddening bandage on his shoulder. Xerxes grinned at his won sly joke. Then answering his second question. "I was out walking when i heard a yell and stumbled upon two men attacking the argoninan. One of the men i killed i knocked out the imperial and dragged the argonian and the imperial back to here for questioning." Xerxes looked to the small man. "Can you heal me?"

I suppose your right, We shall make it work!

Gregory looked at the Khajit strangely when he asked him to heal him. "What? Oh yes. Yes, of course. You'll have to forgive me, Khajit. I don't drink very often, you see, and when I do I tend to go on and on and on..."

He walked over to the big guy and removed the bandage. He then took a moment to examine the wound and determine how much magicka he should expend on it. It didn't appear to be that bad, at least in comparison with the wounds the other two people had had. He put a single hand over the wound and began the slow process of healing the wound. He had been completely honest when he had said that Restoration wasn't his strong suit. Out of all the schools he practiced, Restoration was the one he was the least skilled in, and it took him a bit longer than most people to heal even the smallest wounds. Nevertheless, the wound was closed after a few moments, and the blue glow from his spell faded away.

"There. No more bleeding. I also healed most of the internal damage, but I left a little bit that will heal on it's own quite easily. You should have no problems. Shoudn't you restrain the Imperial or something if he was one of the people that attacked the Argonian?"

Xerxes felt a wave of light rush through his body as the muscles and flesh nitted themselves togther thanks to the magic. The man stated a question about restraining the Imperial. Xerxes noded and grabed the mans leg. Beginning to twist it,he changed his mind and took the bloody badage and bundled the mans feet together. "Thank you for the healing." Xerxes smiled at the man.

Teegus's world was a mixture of Black, red, and much much confusion. The last thing he remembered was having his heart nearly cut out by some deranged lunatic. Right before the madman plunged the dagger into Teegus's chest, a large dark figure leaped in, and there was a scuffle. Teegus blacked out right after that, but awoke several times before drifting back into unconsciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, and felt a rocking motion. He was being carried, but by who or what, he didnt know. ''Mel, can you help him?'' said a voice, then all the sudden....blackness.

He awoke to the sound of voices, but they were to muffled to make out. He let out a small whimper. He expected the pain to overflow him like a dam, but he felt nothing. Infact, he felt fine. Except for his burning throat that cried for water, he attempted to move his arms, but to no avail. It felt as if he was drinking fire, He began to sweat. Teegus tried to say something, but didn't have the strength.

As the argonian began to move about he frowned. "Be right back,and dont go anywhere." Xerxes said to the little man. Xerxes left the room and rushed down to the main room where mel was looking about.Xerxes came up behind her and lifted her up and bundled back up the stairs. "The argonian is awake,only you may be able to heal him." he said quetly. Xerxes set her down in the room then stepped back.

Melanarde let out a cry of surprise as something lifted her off her feet like she was nothing but a child and slung her over its shoulder. "Agh! The bloody hell?!" She yelled indignantly as she was lifted, then realized who was carrying her. "Xerxes? You know, when most people want someone to come with them, they ask them." She narrowed her eyes a moment before laughing. "I dunno what it's like in Elsweyr, but here, we call this 'kidnapping.'"

"The argonian is awake, only you may be able to heal him." The Khajiit said, then set her down a moment later. Mel adjusted her blouse, pulling a few wrinkles straight and smoothing her skirt before walking up to the reptile.

"I healed him already.." She muttered, confused. Looking him over for a second, she forced his mouth open gently and looked down his throat. Suddenly, she felt dumb. "Of course.. He lost blood and he needs water." She sighed and ran downstairs to grab a large glass and fill it with water. Olav had given up trying to control the strange woman and just let her do it. Coming back up, she carefully sat him up and lifted the water to his mouth. "Drink. But not too fast or you'll choke."

Veyar Nydelvu
Streets of Bruma

The snow crunched softly beneath his boots as Veyar and Karst walked slowly through the city streets of Bruma. They were heading north, towards the North Gate that would eventually lead back to Cloud Ruler Temple. Although the evening was chilly and the wind was, as usual, very bitter, Veyar could have taken all the time in the world to get back to Cloud Ruler Temple, just so long as Karst was there with him.

"- and because the candles were enchanted to never light, when he hopped in bed he didn't even see the scrib jelly we coated his bedsheets with until he had already slipped under the covers!" Veyar chuckled as he concluded the story. He had spent the past several minutes recounting stories from his past in Molag Mar in the attempts to try and help Karst lighten her spirit.

The Dunmer grinned at her, arm in arm with the Khajiit as they strolled casually down the street. Despite his warm smiles and energetic stories, Veyar's senses were still on high alert. He didn't trust that somewhere in this city there wasn't a Nord man walking around naked. It seemed that down almost every road in Morrowind Veyar had encountered a naked Nord who was enchanted by some witch or tricked by a witch, or complaining that it was "too damned hot!". He briefly considered telling a few of his funnier encounters with Nords in the wilderness of Morrowind, but thought against it. It would be better if he could find one here in Bruma!




Viuven-Ru
Cloud Ruler Temple kitchens

Viuven looked up from his meal as a new fellow entered. The way he spoke, it seemed that he was bringing a report to Adeth, and he spoke about how things were ready. Ready for what, I wonder. The Argonian's fangs ripped into the soft cooked flesh with subdued carnivorous delight as his crimson eyes watched the man and Adeth.

He swallowed the mouthful of flesh and turned a questioning gaze to the two of them. "Of journey what speak do you?" Viuven asked.

OOC: Doesn't any else find it funny how its Elsweyr is like Elsewhere?


IC: Teegus was thankful for the water. The cold goodness flooded through his mouth and put out the burning in his throat. "Drink. But not too fast or you'll choke," Came a voice. Teegus tried his best to comply, forcing his body to take small amounts of the water at a time, coughing a few times. He still didn't have enough strength to speak, instead he made a thankful moan. His tail began swaying in a circular-motion, it seemed to be the only part of him that was unaffected by the attack.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was being held up by a female High Elf, or Altmer, he couldn't decide, something about the women seemed somewhat familiar to him. His legs suddenly felt incredibly unconformable, he be being born with a rare Digitigrade leg gene, made it so his legs needed to be in a certain position when resting, or it would cause irritation and damage. Teegus, sluggishly, flopped them over on their sides. He sighed as the irritation ceased to exist.

OOC: For those who don't know what Digitigrade is - http://www.lunixmonster.org/hosted/coil/tuts/tutorials/poses-6.jpg

ooc: "A perfect society is always found elsewhere."

ic: Karst laughed at Veyar's stories, unsure as to how they'd come up but enjoying them nonetheless. As they crunched through the snow, she looked down at it. When she'd first come to Bruma, she'd only heard of snow in tales. She'd always thought it would be beautiful to see a snow covered mountain, and now that she'd seen it, she knew that it was. The rays of sun hitting the snow made it almost glow, the way her breath came out as fog in the cold and the quiet hum of the city in motion combining with it to make the whole place seem very serene.

As they walked and she listened to Veyar's stories, Karst gazed around at the snow on the roofs, the icicles at their edges and the powder that fell from the heaven and sighed. If it wasn't so damn cold, I could live here.. She thought, smiling. She looked over at Veyar, who she hadn't noticed before had taken her by the arm, and it made her smile wider, making her remember the euphoria she'd felt when they'd first started dating. This is what I fell in love with..

When he finished, Karst rewarded him with a little girlish giggle. "I bet he was pissed as all hell." She laughed, then leaned her head over on him. "You know.. I'd almost forgotten why I fell for you in the first place. I don't need fancy presents or nothin'. I just need a little attention every now and then, something like this." Karst looked up at him whilst still leaning on his pauldron. "For me, it's the small stuff that counts."
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Teegus opened his eyes and looked up at Mel. She gave a soft smile in return and let him lay back down when he'd finished drinking. I seem to be helping a lot of people today, don't I?

"How're you feeling?" She inquired, softly in case he had a headache or something of the sort. "When you're feeling a little better, I'd like to know what happened."

Mel sat there another second before recalling that she hadn't given her name; she'd given so many introductions today that she'd lost track of who she'd told it to and who she hadn't. "My name's Melanarde, by the way. Any unusual warmth you're feeling is my doing; I use a somewhat.. unconventional method of mending wounds."

"How're you feeling?" The Elf asked, Teegus made a grunting sound and placed his hand on his forehead. "When you're feeling a little better, I'd like to know what happened" She asked with a soft, gentle smile and allowed him to lay back down. He nodded slowly as he rested his head upon the pillow. "My name's Melanarde, by the way. Any unusual warmth you're feeling is my doing; I use a somewhat.. unconventional method of mending wounds" She said as she stood back up. Teegus was now just feeling the strange warmth wash over his body. It made him feel conformable in a odd way.

He didnt try to sleep though, after going through all this pain, and broken limbs. He couldn't, and wouldn't go through that nightmare. He turned his head to get a better view of the room, seeing the other three people in the room with him. A tall, muscular Khajiit sat in a chair, He seemed to be engaged in a conversation with a Nord, or Breton. His back was turned so Teegus could not get a good view of his face. He looked around and spotted someone slumped, and tied up in the corner. It was an Imperial, dressed in a Black clad armor. His eyes shot open as he realized it was the man, who wanted so much, to gut Teegus like a fish.

He seemed to have suffered a blow to the head, since there was a large bruise on his forehead. He would be out for a while.

Gregory nodded at the Khajit's thank you, but before he could respond, the Argonian began to wake up. He watched curiously as the Khajit ran out of the room and came back with the woman that had just left. He came back and set her down, then she looked at the Argonian again and ran back out. She then ran back up and gave the Argonian some water, who seemed to enjoy it immensely. He wondered briefly why these people couldn't decide whether they were coming or going.

He walked over to the still unconscious Imperial and kneeled down next to him, examining him while he was still down. "So much chaos today," he said with a sigh. He then turned around to face the woman, who had just introduced herself. "Ah, hello then. As I said to the Khajit, I'm Gregory Rolston, Mage's Guild. I'd love to know what spell you used to mend his wounds, but knowing my Restoration skills, I probably couldn't use it anyway."

After looking at her for a bit longer, he commented, "You look vaguely familiar. Name sounds familiar too. Blasted ale. Never again am I going to drink, and if Volanaro offers it to me, I'll set him on fire. Ah, but now I'm rambling again. My apologies. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay until the Argonian tells his story. I just love mysteries. Well, that and I already paid for this room."

Xerxes felt cramed in the small room. Butthen again he liked beeing a part of something. he checked the imperial's bonds the nwhen he caught mel'd eye he winked to her. Sine there was no killing going on he wasnt needed much. So he reached down and fastened the pauldron back onto his shoulder and waited.

Do'rhadi stumbled forward as he got smacked upside the head "OW!" he growled and gave zant an evil look "Oh thats mean." he said rubbing the back of his head. Turning around to face the other male khajiit he gripped the blade and ran at him, Bluffing a straight stab at the male, Do'Rhadi had only made a half stab, wanting to bluff his way, to make Zant counter him, and in turn counter-counter Zant's counter attack or block.

Veyar Nydelvu
Bruma North Gates

Veyar grinned down at Karst. He enjoyed times like this, where he could get away from the stress of a soldier's life. Not that his life was particularly stressful when it came to soldiering; Veyar enjoyed his work, for the most part. People said that the life of a solider was hours of boredom punctuated by seconds of terror. In his personal experience, this turned out to be true. It was moments like these, however, that he lived for. "And that sounds more like the woman I fell in love with," He said, thinking about her angelic laughter, "I haven't ever met a woman quite like you, Karstine. I have to say that I'm frequently impressed by your strength and resolve. Enough to send a chill down a Daedroth's spine, if you ask me. Those teeth are fierce!"

The gate attendants opened the city gates for them as they passed through the wall, and immediately the wind picked up as they stepped outside the protective walls of the city. "Remind me," Veyar said, "To bring a cloak next time."

OOC: oo-er i should have posted earlier... and i have no idea what to do now.... as i was going to confront karst alone... oh well.

IC:

Jet casually followed the Dunmer and Khajiiti woman though Bruma, making sure to walk slowly and stay far enough behind them as to not be suspicious. Every few steps he puffed on his pipe which he held between his pursed lips, one hand in his coat pocket while the other held his staff upright; using it as a walking stick in the snow. Calmly he walked foward never changing pace or pausing even if his targets did, although he was quite shocked when they went to exit the northern gate.

Huh? Why on Nirn would anyone exit that way at this time of night? There's nowt up there but a path into the mountains, and the stables are out the other gate... he questioned himself as he curiously tried to think of any reason for their direction. Hmm... i'll follow them anyway, they sure stand out so they must be involved in something interesting.

As he followed up and approached the city gate he politley nodded at the guards as he approached, confident that even if they thought he looked suspicious he was uniquely dressed and wouldnt be hard to find if anything happened; therefore nulifying any suspected secrecy they might have on him. (ooc i hope that makes sense....)

As the wind picked up outside the walls he stopped in his tracks, placing the staff in the crook of his arm again he readjusted his hat to a more secure position and raised his bandana up to cover his chin and lower lip, still holding the pipe in his mouth.

Ahh... breezy... he mused as he began following at a distance again.