[Jordan Fletcher]

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The New Hold: As settlers we will begin to build a new hold in Skyrim in the Rift between Ivarstead and Riften. Some may choose to go to start a new life, others looking to earn coin by building, setting up a shop or becoming town guards. Others still may just find themselves there and end up deciding to stay. This RP will be very balanced between socialization and combat. Town RPs usually focus on character interaction, and that will be true with this one, but a new settlement far out in the woods may look like a ripe target to bandit clans, and wild life may come because of the scent of food (leading to hunting to lower the population of dangerous animals as well as for meat.

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An ambitious project began in the Rift several months ago: a new settlement sprung up alongside a river, between Ivarstead and Riften. Enough land was purchased for the new settlement, Valton, to be recognized as a new, separate hold, and the man who had purchased the land, Radwulf Spurvhauke, was given the title of Jarl. Valton is still growing, with the castle, Gudslott Keep, being erected first, and then several smaller buildings were built around it, though most of them are currently empty. In an attempt to attract as many citizens as possible to the new hold, Jarl Spurvhauke has set an extremely low price on these homes: a mere 1,000 golden septims, and settlers have been coming in from all over in a hope of a better life or a chance at making some coin, and as a new settlement, there is plenty of opportunity to do so.

In this RP you will enter the Hold as a settler, or looking for work, and you can be an alchemist, barkeep, blacksmith, carpenter, court wizard, farmer, fisherman, guard (as well as Captain of the Guard), hunter, mason, mercenary, miner, shopkeeper, woodcutter, etc. Note that there are NPCs in the Hold as well, including the Jarl, random guards, farmers, and shopkeepers.

Remember to visit the sign-up thread if you haven't joined us yet: http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1334968-valton-the-new-hold-sign-up-thread/

Alright everyone, I believe we've all waited long enough, so without further ado, let the RPing begin!

[Donatus Uwasomba]

Lliro Spurvhauke – Outside the guard barracks, early morning.

Lliro took a deep breath to steady his aim, and then let his arrow fly, missing the bulls-eye by the width of a finger, “Damn,” he muttered, drawing another arrow. ’This one won’t miss,’ he thought, as he began to draw his bow back, then once more let it fly. This arrow wasn’t aimed at the target however, but at a rabbit that he noticed next to it. Lliro smirked slightly, and went off to collect his prey.

The guard barracks were right at the edge of the hold, so after picking up the rabbit by its ears, he sat down on a log and began to skin the creature using a small knife. In front of the log was a rotisserie spit above the embers of a mostly dead fire, and after he finished preparing the rabbit he placed it onto the spit then signaled to another guard to bring him some wood. Once the wood was placed, the guard sat beside him and made a passing comment, “Been a while since anyone’s entered the hold, eh?”

Lliro looked formed a stream of fire from his left hand to get the fire blazing, then he answered the guard, “Saying that invites just as much trouble as good. We can’t just assume everyone that will come to Valton will be civil.”

The guard gave the spit a turn then pulled at his orange tunic, trying to cool off, “I suppose you’re right. That fire you made is damn hot by the way, I’m going to get a drink of water,” and he walked towards the main part of town where the main well is, leaving Lliro alone by the fire. Lliro gave the rabbit a quick cut to see what color the meat was, but it was still pink so he gave the rotisserie another turn and started fiddling around with a small stone. ’He’s right though, it sure has been boring around here.’

[Jennifer May]

Fiona Barrow-Heart, Gudslott Keep, early morning

Fiona Barrow-Heart cursed to herself under her breath, running her fingers along the freshly-hewn stones that made up Gudslott Keep's interior. In her left hand she dragged along the floor a leather satchel large enough to hold a child. The stuffed-full bag made an unpleasant noise as it hit each step on her accent to the tower. Everywhere the extraordinary woman went, knocking things over with her huge sack and swearing in an impressive array of languages, the labourers stoped their work to watch. With a groan she lugged her sack up the final step, and dragged it along the hallway, kicking open the door to her new study.

Bag thrown in the corner, Fiona Barrow-Heart stopped for a moment to catch her breath and to scowl at the room she had been given.

Clean. She thought, brushing an auburn tangle from her face. There's no... Her hazel-green eyes flickered to the corners of the turret, and she knew what was wrong. Without a second thought she reached into a pouch at her side and produced what appeared to be a dead spider, black and hairy. She brought the creature to her lips, whispered something, and threw it into the air, its legs coming alive in an ectasy of fumbling. The spider caught itself in a hastily shot web, dropping to bounce mid-air, quickly getting to web-building work. With a satisfied smile on her grey lips the Witch dragged her eyes from her dangling, busy spider and set about constructing her Arcane Enchanter. The Court Mage had a lot of work to do before the hoi polloi arrived in their droves, with naivity in their eyes and querries regarding the occult on their tongues. Valton needed a respectable Mage tower.

[Riky Carrasco]

Jal Wolfsbane, outside his new inn. Morning.

Jal smiled as he studied the building he had spent his life-savings on. For the gold he had payed, he'd expected it to be smaller. It was an impressive three stories high, made from solid stone and oak. A blank sign above the door swung gently in the breeze. He'd have to think of a name late. This will work, I have to make this work.

Jal took out a heavy iron key and unlocked the door which swung open. The smell of freshly cut wood greeted him as he went inside. Sawdust littered the floor. A cold hearth was buried in the center of the room. To either side of the hearth were two long oak tables. At the bank was a long bar, a little dusty, but also made from sturdy oak.This wood must have been all imported, thought Jal, There are no oaks near here. To the right, Jal saw stairs leading up to the second and third floors. On the second floor were three rooms, as well as a balcony that overlooked the bar. The rooms were sparsely decorated, filled only with rough straw beds. The stairs leading up to the third floor were blocked by another locked door, which Jal unlocked with the same key. At the top of those stairs was a large room, in the middle of which stood an impressive looking bed. The roof was slanted here, but was high enough for Jal to stand up in. Built into the wall was another hearth. On the other side of the room was another door. Jal went through and found himself on a much small balcony, situated above the second floor balcony and overlooking the whole inn. His own private room, balcony ... an inn! Jal shook his head and allowed himself another rare smile.

Jal hobbled downstairs, relying on his walking stick for support. He quickly found a small kitchen/larder, which was located in a small room behind the bar, and a cellar, full of large (albeit empty) kegs.

Back in the main bar, Jal took another look around. It needed some work sure, a bit of a sweep, a roaring fire, some mead and food ... this place would be perfect. Exactly what he needed. Could company, laughter, mead.

For now though, he thought probably make an effort to meet his new neighbors. Cold mornings like this made his knee and face ache, but he could live with that for now. Besides, he had done for the last few years. He went back outside wrapping his thick, wolfhide cloak around him and stood, with the best smile he could muster on his broken face, outside his inn. My inn.

[Alister Scott]

Tilcedo Fulbar-His House-Early Morning

Tilcedo woke to nothing but the sound of silence. He kept his face down in his pillow and reached for the mead he had placed on his dresser the night before. He grabbed it and rolled over, he brought the mead to his mouth and drank it. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair, Til's head was hurting and his body was aching. Til stood up and walked over to his closet. He opened it to find his guard armor waiting for him. He pulled it out with ease and put it on. His shleid and sword layed by his door. He walked over in his armor, and picked them up. He gave his sword a few swings. Tilcedo walked out of his house and into the coldness of Skyrim.

"Hey Til! Crazy night huh?" A guard said

Til responed "Yeah, yeah, crazy night." Til couldn't remember last night's drinking. Or anything after that. He walked into the Guard barracks to see Lilero sitting by a fire. Tilcedo sat nearby and said "Nice fire you created here, Lilero. I'm starving, kill anything lately?"

[Jesus Duran]

Elena Wickhart, Entrance to Valton

Elena slowly stepped into the Hold, smiling broadly. It had been a long, aching journey, but she had finally in Valton. The town had air of newness about it; people were still arriving, and the all of the buildings were barely finished. She was exhausted from her journey, and wanted nothing more then to find the inn and sleep. Her was tangled and matted and she hadn't had bathed in days, but she barely noticed; sleep was much, much more important.
She walked down the street until she noticed a large, three story building with a blank sign outside of it. An aging Nord limped out of the building, and she trotted up to him, yawning quietly.
"Excuse me," she said, "this doesn't happen to be the inn, does it?"

[Sabrina Schwarz]

Jal gave the pretty young Breton a rather crooked smile. His first customer.

"Sure is young'n. I'm Jal, by the way. What can I get you? Afraid we aint got much right now. A bed's just about the only thing I can offer."

[mimi_lys]

Geddon, In a Wagon, Morning

Geddon looked around at the new city, taking in the stunning view of his surroundings. As the wagon stopped, he stepped off & looked up at the new Temple that would be his home & job for the forseeable future. Easily the largest building in the immediate vicinity, Its walls were made of thick stone bricks. It had two massive wooden doors & flanked on either side, running down the length of the Temple, stained glass windows, each one displaying an image of The Divines. As he unloaded his luggage & said his farewells to the Imperial coach, he turned & pushed the large doors open.

Inside the Temple it was just as he expected, a long red carpet ran down the centre, with large benches on either side. At the front of the massive chamber, there were 9 plinths situated in a semi circular fashion, with 8 statues of the Divines atop each, only one missing, Talos, banned by the White-Gold Concordant. Off to the side was a door, leading down into the bedchambers. Entering & begining to unpack his belongings, Geddon decides to take a short nap before heading out to tour the town...

[Antony Holdsworth]

Elena, outside the Inn

The innkeeper gave her a crooked, slightly unsettling smile.
"Sure is young'n. I'm Jal, by the way. What can I get you? Afraid we aint got much right now. A bed's just about the only thing I can offer."
She nodded, satisfied. Food would, as usual, have to wait until later. Still, she was confident that she could succeed in wooing a crowd; perhaps she could even try to get a job at the Jarl's Court. Unless the competition was tough enough, it shouldn't be too hard for her. She checked her coin purse, hoping that she had enough reserves left to rent a room. She quickly counted out her gold, dismayed she only had six coins.
"I only have six gold, but I'm a skilled bard; I'll make sure to play at the inn tonight, if you give me the room for that much."

[Klaire]

"I only have six gold, but I'm a skilled bard; I'll make sure to play at the inn tonight, if you give me the room for that much."

"Sounds like a good enough deal to me". Jal said, counting up the coins the Breton had given him. "Rooms are on the second floor. Take the first on one the right, wait ..." Jal pulled a bunch of keys and loosed one, "here's the key. Make yourself comfortable, if you can. It's ... uh, a bit sparse at the moment. Only just got here myself."

Jal gave the girl the key before and held open the door for her. "See it's erm ... not quite done yet. But we'll have it up and running in no time. Your music will help no doubt. Right, I'll leave you to it. Remember, second floor, first on the right.

Jal looked around, wondering what to do first. A fire. That's what was needed. Something to warm the blood. In the basemant he found plenty of scrap wood - leftovers from the chairs and tables. He dragged it upstairs, piece by piece. He could only use one had to carry the wood, the other to balance himself as he went up the stairs. Once done, Jal placed it on the hearth and brought out a small tinderbox. Before long, he had a roaring fire going, warming the grey morning air, throwing shadows across the room.

Jal sighed as he started cleaning the bar. He'd turned into a housewife. Polishing, sweeping, dusting - Jal went about making the inn look hospitable. But it lacked something ... he needed decorations - pelts, horns, tusks, that kind of thing. But that would have to wait.

[Myles]

The Jarl's concerns were well founded. As a gentle breeze came in from the west, it carried with it the foul stench of carrior, urine, dried blood, and other unpleasant odors. The source of the scent was small for its strength... but once she was in sight, the scent was her least remarkable aspect.

Tsavani staggered under the weight of her burden, the corpse of a snow-furred sabre cat. Even in death and frozen solid, the creature was imposing. Its size alone was the stuff of legends; easily the size of one of the Senche of Elsweyr, it dwarfed its carrier... a wonder she could move it at all. Despite reeking of a urinal, the beast's snow-white fur retained a glossy, luxurious texture of the highest quality, and its massive head glared around, contorted in a fierce snarl and eyes seemingly unfased by its own death.

The carrier of the body was almost just as eye-catching, a young, but evidently strong khajiit. She was clothed in naught but her own thick fur coat, notably absent in just two symmetrical places on her body where pale, pink flesh showed through, and matted with filth and ice from her months of desperate life in the mountains. Her figure was gaunt and haggard, muscles straining beneath her fur to support the massive beast, and her eyes sported a feral glint against a hard scowl.

And yet, even more disturbing about the newcomer was what she carried in her left paw, held out as a counterbalance against the weight of the frozen tiger. A glossy black-shafted spear, sporting four flanges under a tri-faced spearhead. The craftmanship of the weapon was otherworldly, energies pulsing from it indicating it as one of the Artifacts from Oblivion - the Spear of Bitter mercy.

Tsavani's hard gaze scanned the town, looking around before settling on the longhouse, and inn just across the road and further down the street. Re-adjusting her heavy load, she headed toward the Jarl's home, keeping her prize and trying to keep her stench toward the outskirts of the town. The body she carried should be worth a sizable fortune. A shame the hotsprings were on the other side...

[David John Hunter]

Elena, the Inn

"Sounds like a good enough deal to me," Jal said, taking her coins. "Rooms are on the second floor. Take the first on one the right, wait ..." Jal pulled a bunch of keys and loosed one, "here's the key. Make yourself comfortable, if you can. It's ... uh, a bit sparse at the moment. Only just got here myself."
She nodded, taking the key. "Thank you so much." She said, grinning. She immediately began thinking about what to play as she walked up to her room; 'The 30th of Frostfall' is always a crowd pleaser, except when someone mentions that we lost. Then I usually get run out. Maybe 'The Ballad of Saint Jiub'? That one never fails, especially if there are any Dunmer around.
She reached her room and discovered that Jal certainly hadn't been exaggerating about the rooms being sparse. Not that she cared much; she'd been sleeping on a torn and ragged old bedroll for days, and was happy to just have a real bed. She plopped down, fully clothed, and set off to sleep. She didn't wake for about an hour, at which point she forced herself to crawl out of bed; she couldn't sleep all day, and it was probably a good idea to try and gain favor with the locals; friends always gave better tips then strangers.
She got up and walked downstairs, exiting the inn. As soon as she exited the inn, she noticed a dirty, ragged Khajiit walking along the edge of the town, heading towards the Jarl's Longhouse. She immediately noticed two things out of place about the Khajiit.
First, she was carrying a huge, partially frozen sabre tooth tiger, larger then any Elena had ever seen before.
Second, she was naked.
Stopping herself from chuckling, she started walking towards the Longhouse; she did not want to miss this...

[Facebook me]

Giovu Lepidus - In a carriage on the outskirts of Valton. Morning.

An errant pothole and a careless coachman conspired to jolt Giovu rather unceremoniously from his slumber. He opened his eyes and quickly thought better of it, pulling his cowl tightly over his head. Morning had broken with all its customary annoyances. The sun stabbed at his eyes, obnoxiously cheerful birds sang loudly to spite him and the frost nipped and gnawed at his extremities. He instinctively and surreptitiously reached down to ensure his bag was still strapped around his ankle. One could never be too careful travelling with money and valuables, but it would be terribly embarrassing if his fellow passengers noticed his inherent distrust. Satisfied that all was present and correct Giovu had another go at opening his eyes, faring slightly better this time, but squinting like his milk had turned.

All too soon the wagon ground to a halt and people began gathering their belongings. Giovu waited whilst a cheerful Dunmer unloaded his bags and then disembarked with a nod to the coachman and headed towards what appeared to be the town centre. After two laps of the fledgling settlement Giovu made some enquiries and found that the unmarked building he's passed was, in fact, the inn. The door was open and, Talos be damned! A fire! Giovu had never really appreciated the qualities of a good fire until he'd entered Skyrim, but now he was an adoring fan. A large Nord was hobbling awkwardly around the bar with a sweeping brush in one hand and a walking aid in the other. If he didn't look quite so frightening Giovu would've laughed.

"Morining barkeep." piped up Giovu. "Have you any rooms spare?"

[SEXY QUEEN]

OOC: Guessing from the OP, I assumed the Jarl lives in the castle, as it is the building the town is made around, not a "longhouse" I guess they are likely one and the same? If not, then Fiona's mage tower would be a connected to the "longhouse" not the fort anyway. So really she's in either.

Fiona Barrow-Heart, Somewhere, morning

"Madam, there's a-" the Reachwoman waved her hand dismisvely at the guard, her head remaining inside the giant oaken chest that dominated her starkly decorated, circular room. It had taken three guards to get that huge chest up there, and the unpacking was likely to take all day.
"But, I really think you s-"
"Not interested" intoned the Court Mage, tossing a bowl fashioned from a troll's skull onto the floor.
"It-it's this woman, she's got a-"
"Not-"
"giant-"
"inter-"
"dead-"
"rest-"
"cat"
Fiona Barrow-Heart stood up and stared at the guard with more than interested eyes. She held his bemused gaze for a few seconds before speaking.
"How big?" she ventured, eyes narrowing. The exasperated guard shrugged, shook his head and stretched his arms out wide open
"Bigger than any sabre cat I've ever seen. It's unnatural". She was out the door at 'unnatural'. The Court Mage stopped in the doorway, remembering herself.
"Where is this again?" she asked, half turned.
"J-Just outside, madam.." stuttered the confused guard. And she was off.

"Oh my!" Fiona Barrow-Heart exclaimed in delight, decending down the last steps out from Gudslott Keep, eyes on the two cats by the door. The stench had met her before she had even opened the great doors, but she held her tongue. The tall Reachwoman approached Tsavani quickly, brushing a twig from her tangled auburn hair.
"Aren't we delightful?" she said, leaning over the deposited carcass, and laying a delicate hand on it's coat. The Court Mage spent more than a minute examining the corpse, face beaming a sort of childlike delight, before she turned to face it's owner. She batted her eyelids and beamed at Tsavani, having to svck her tongue a tad in order not to retch. "This thing is just marvelous, where did you find it?" she asked happily, keeping the Khajiit's nakedness politely out of the conversation for now, even as her eyes did wander.

[Ridhwan Hemsome]

Tsavani glared at the witch as she approached, trying to size her intentions up. "This... has been hunting me for months," she growled unevenly, taking on a singsong quality - it had been years since she'd ever had a conversation with anyone, and only her singing had kept her voice "in shape" enough to speak readily enough now.

"It stalked me in the mountains... I'll let you examine it closer for a bar of soap and directions to the nearest hot-spring... as long as you don't damage it," she offered, taking a step away from the frozen carcass. While she may have been a hermit for the past few years, she was by no means unaware of how offensive her scent was at this point.

OOC: I just skimmed the opening post, honestly, and thought that this Hold would be a small one like Morthal, Falcreath, or Dawnstar. Castles are WAY too expensive and time-consuming to make - it takes generations to create something like Dragonsreach, the Blue Palace, or Palace of Kings. I also assumed we were going for the tight-knit community idea.

[Symone Velez]

Lliro Spurvhauke – Outside the guard barracks, early morning.

Lliro noticed another man walking over towards him, and this one also wore a guard uniform, and he looked awfully familiar. Tilcedo sat near him and said "Nice fire you created here, Lliro. I'm starving, kill anything lately?"

’That’s right, his name’s Tilcedo.’ Lliro pointed at the rabbit on the rotisserie and then cut it to check the color of the meat, finding it was white now, “It would seem you’re just in time, Tilcedo,” Lliro began, “The rabbit is finally finished cooking if you’d…” Lliro’s voice trailed off, as in the distance he spotted a khajiit, a naked khajiit at that, carrying a gargantuan beast. Stunned for a moment, Lliro looked at Tilcedo politely puzzled, querying, “Do you think we should check that out?”

Without waiting for an answer Lliro sliced off a sizable chunk of rabbit and stuffed it into his mouth, then rose off of the log, heading for the strange sight. He kept his bow at the ready with an arrow nocked, a necessary precaution considering the feral look of this khajiit. By the time he reached her though, she was speaking with Fiona the new court mage, and so he placed his arrow back in it’s quiver, and addressed the khajiit, “Please tell me there aren’t any cats that big around here, because if there are it’s going to make life a whole hell of a lot harder.”

OOC: I was thinking it was the same size and style as the one in Morthal, but made of stone instead of wood, which isn’t unrealistic as that’s relatively small.

[Ron]

Tsavani shook her head at the Jarl's question. "No, this one's chased me from County Chorrol, and there shouldn't be another like it for generations," she answered, turning to face the man. She chose to introduce herself. "I'm Tsavani, Innkeeper-turned-adventurer. Do you have any soap? I need a bath."

[Euan]

OOC: So would that be Gudslott Keep then, or are the Jarl's home and the Keep separate structures? Fiona's study would be a part of whatever building the Jarl lives in, naturally.

Fiona Barrow-Heart smiled pleasantly at the odious-smelling khajiit. As strong-smelling as the cat was, something about her scent reminded Fiona of her childhood, of the Covern, and put the witch somehow more at ease. In her mind the feline carcass was already being cut open, disembowled, examined, put back together and reanimated in a variety of ghastly manners. 'Damage' seemed a funny word to her right then. She took a step away from the body and started to circle the living cat, her eyes falling on Tsavani eerily like they had on the carcass.

"Are you saying you...killed this beast?" Fiona asked, flashing a deadly grin, ignoring the poor Khajiit's plea for soap for a moment, before something made the Court Witch stop in her tracks. Her face became momentarily blank, skin turning even paler than usual, mouth left slightly gaping. Her eyes where fixed on the spear the khajiit was carrying. At length Fiona breathed out, and began to pace around Tsavani again, twice as fast now. She could not contain her grin, nor hide the urgency now on her voice,

"But I am being rude, of course, you are a guest-" Fiona said with a flourish, her tone shifting dramatically. The Court Mage's eyes moved to a guard standing in attendence, keeping the furthest distance from the source of the stench as he could. She gestured at him with one hand.

"If you could please escort this charming young kitten to the hot-springs - the western springs, not the ones by the Barracks!" she told the Guard, whose bemused expression was thankfully hidden under his helmet. Fiona threw a furtive look in Lliro's direction while Tsavani wasn't looking, the sort of look that said "there is more going on here than you realise.". She turned back to face the Khajiit, barely able to contain her glee, and gestured towards the attending guard.

[Brooks Hardison]

Elena, watching Tsavani and friends

After she'd finished laughing hysterically, she immediately trotted down to where the naked Khajiit as being lead to the hot springs by the guards. She absolutely had to find out what was going on; perhaps she could be the one to write the 'Ballad of the Lude Cat.' Now that would make her a pretty penny from the townsfolk.
She walked up and smiled at her, trying hard to beat down a chuckle. "Evening, my good woman. What brings you to Valton?" She asked.

[Chloe Lou]

Theadas, in his shop.

After Theadas had heard of Valton he made a trip to meet up with his old care taker. After explaining what he intended to do and getting a few drinks in the old Elf he finally Theadas finally convinced him to lend him enough money to buy land and open shop in Valton.
He had just finished putting up his last bit of fur on the wall. Finally, now that all of the fur and pelt is up on the wall and tusks on the counter and shelves this place looks like a shop. Theadas then went up stairs to retrieve his cloak. He decided now he was done around the shop he would go out and see if anybody had anything interesting he could get his hands on. As he intended to sell things other than pelts. He got to the top of the stairs, turned right down the hallway and right again into his room. He walked over to where his cloak was hanging beside his bed and put it on. He headed back down stairs, put his hood up and proceeded out the door. Right across form his shop was a big building. He whistled; mighty big, must hold a lot of people. Will make for a good time. Then smiled to him self. He looked up and down the street, stopping at the sight of a large sabre cat, a naked Khajiit, a guard, and two women. He looked back and forth and then settled upon the short girl. She doesn’t look half bad hopefully I'll see that lass around town. And with that thought he walked across the street and into the big building. By the gods I do hope there is some mead in here. When he walked in he saw a person, he had some kind of fur cuirass and linen trousers on. Behind the bar was a large powerful Nord, with a fur cloak. He couldn’t see because of the bar but he was struggling to get around. He looked at the Nords face and grimaced, that face has taken a lot of beating. Theadas smiled and walked to the bar and sat down, “How are yuhs, names Theadas” he said half turned so the question was directed towards the other from what he could now tell, man.

[Lexy Corpsey]

Nellis Nelsh, at the entrance of Valton

Nellis Nelsh had finally reached the hold of Valton. He walked all the away from Windhelm in order to get to Riften to get his amulet of mara examined. He found in a tent near Dawnstar, and he was over joyed to find out that it meant you were looking for marriage. The hapless nord was mainly focused on obtaining a house to lay his head and rest his bones. He would buy one in the city, but must housing is reserved for Thanes. There's simply to many people in the towns, and not enough housing for all of them. Clearing his head of these thoughts, he looked ahead at this newborn town.

The buildings were not finished yet, and a stone temple looked over the town from it's height. A three story wooden building with a old man out front was the most apparent structure the nord noticed. Likely a Inn. I hope so. Seems like it could be a nice place to stay.... thought Nelsh. He heard a ruckus coming from town's castle. Not a castle per say, more of a stone long house.

Nellis walked over to Keep, while taking a Potato out his bag. He took a bite of it, the fresh taste blasting through his mouth. He didn't care though.

"Sick of these things! It's all I've been able to have. Potato's and Carrots, Potato's and Carrots." the Nord said

Food on his mind, the fish faced man didn't even notice that he tripped over something. Until the pain hit him.

He dropped his Potato, and fell on his chest. "Ohhhh, not again!" he moaned. His fine hat had fallen, and his brown-red ponytail landed in his face. Putting his hat back on, Standing back up, he looks behind himself to see what he tripped over.

A large sabre cat, much larger than any he ever encountred, was laid over the ground. It's fur was white, in a unnatural way. Nellis's jaw dropped when he saw the beast. Then he moved his view forward.

A woman was eyeing the cat with eerie delight. She was pretty, but she looked wild. Her facial features were round, like a breton. Another woman, who also looked to be a Breton was looking at him with confusion, likely because of his literal crashing into the scene. But what shocked Nellis the most was the cat.

A live cat, a standing one at that. The woman was Khajiit, and she had no clothing at all. Shocked at her, Nelsh had feelings of disgust, but also a slight feeling of excitement. She had a absolute feral feel to her, one that called to the ancient ways of hunting and gathering to Nelsh.

Then he caught a wiff of her.

"By Ysmir's Beard, what is that smell!" he yelled out.

[Lisa]

Lliro Spurvhauke – Outside of Gudslott Keep, early morning.

"No, this one's chased me from County Chorrol, and there shouldn't be another like it for generations," the nvde khajiit replied to his question, turning to face him. Lliro let out a light sigh, relieved that Valton was in no danger, and was about to ask her name when she beat him to it, introducing herself, "I'm Tsavani, Innkeeper-turned-adventurer. Do you have any soap? I need a bath."

Lliro did his best to keep from gagging from the overwhelming stench enveloping Tsavani. It was difficult, but he managed to introduce himself, “Hello, Tsavani, my name’s Lliro Spurvhauke, and I’m a member of the Valton Guard.” Fiona then threw a furtive look in Lliro's direction while Tsavani wasn't looking, the sort of look that said "there is more going on here than you realize." Lliro caught the look and as soon as Tsavani was escorted towards the hot springs by the guard he asked her, “That beast isn't natural is it?"

[jessica robson]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, (orc, male, age 74, blacksmith) at his forge. Morning and forward.

Gorbad had gone up early this morning, as he always did. His old age kept him awake and he usually started heating his forge 7 in the morning, after a walk around the city. This morning was no different than the others before, until strangers started arriving into the town, much like he had just a couple of days ago. His forge was now roaring with an impressive flame and he continued working on the iron cuirass at the same time as he watched what was happening in the town.

A lass with a strangely large bag entered. A few guards walked around the place. A few other strangers walked around, mostly to the Inn. He made a mental note to visit that place later that day. Always nice to meet new people. The hot iron was shaping into an iron cuirass before his eyes. His blacksmtihs hammers worked relentlessly on its surface. Finally, he threw the piece of metal into cold water, chilling it. Now he'd need to tan some leather and....

A khajiit had just arrived into the town, carrying a saber cat at least twice its size and was wearing nothing but the khajiitian fur. That was, however, not what had caughts Gorbads attention. It was that black spear she held. A glossy black-shafted spear, sporting four flanges under a tri-faced spearhead. The craftmanship of the weapon was otherworldly, energies pulsing from it indicating it as one of the Artifacts from Oblivion - the Spear of Bitter mercy. He couldn't believe his eyes. A wielder of such a magnificent weapon, no less than a daedric artifact, was a powerful being. Yet everyone in the town was greeting her with open arms and interested looks, as if she was a curiosity and not a dangerous and unpredictable predator.
He was struggling between the urge to inspect the weapon and his fear of the weapon. His old age made the decision for him. Even if he'd die because he asked a wielder of a daedric artifact to let him have a close look at the weapon, it would be worth it.

The khajiit had asked for soap and to be pointed towards the nearest hot-springs and was now being shown the way there. The rest of the town was now looking at the giant saber cat with wide-eyes, both in fear and awe of such a creature existing.. But Gorbad could only think about that spear. The Khajiit, Tsavani, was still carrying it. He reached the beast-woman, who stank nearly as horrible as Gorbad's Orcish grand-mother back in her days, just at the hot springs.
"That's one mighty spear you have there! My name is Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu and I've been a blacksmith all my life. Even though I've studied the arts of master smithing and arcane enchanting, I've never stumbled upon such a weapon as you are carrying in all my life! I was wondering if you might let me have a closer look at it? I may never see such an artifact again in my entire life. You'd be doing an old smith a huge kindness!"

Edit: Fix'd a few typos, such as thw that's supposed to be the etc.

[c.o.s.m.o]

- Erik Steelsheen... Crimson Sons New Headquarters in Valton -

Clayton stood beside him as the boys added the last touches to their new establishment; a two storey building that also contained a small muster yard on the side, almost like a blacksmith's smithy, where the boys could practice. It also had a very generous basemant. The Crimson Sons had moved most of their inventory into the building - the stuff that was legal anyhow - and two of them were hanging the Crimson Sons sigil up above the door; depicting a twisted sword dripping in blood. Above and below the sigil were the words "Crimson Sons Mercenary Company". Erik had been apprehensive about the idea at first; trying to move all of their gear was risky, especially without attracting attention. Still, they hadn't been caught so far, and no one could prove anything anyway. He supposed that a growing town would be easy pickings for bandits, and with a new garrison, most of the grunt work of hunting them down would fall to the Sons. On another note, it could mean more opportunities to cut deals on weapons smuggling, skooma trafficking and perhaps prostitution, the last of which being the Crimson Sons most recent addition to their secret, and illegal, services. To everyone else however, they were just a group of mercenaries who liked their grog. So far, the gang hadn't caused any trouble in the new hold yet, but Erik guessed that would change within the next few days.

"I will admit." Erik said, turning to Clayton "It's not too bad."

"It'll do." Clayton replied, not taking his eyes off the building. "I wasn't going to argue for this price."

They continued to stand together, like an alpha wolf and his second in command, as the boys neared moving all of their gear. The second storey was divided into small rooms, housing two men each. Clayton got his own room. The lower level looked like your average store, just with few wares on display, with the addition of a long table that the boys could eat from.

"You done yet?" Clayton shouted at a mohawked Bosmer.

"Yeah, just about. Only got to move a few chairs in." he replied.

"Forget about that." Clayton dismissed "We're going to pay a visit to the Jarl and introduce ourselves."

"Got it sir." he nodded, and he went into the building while two others emerged from the muster yard; a breton and another Nord. The breton was short and stocky with a mane of hair, whereas his Nord companion was tall and slender, with a slight moustache. Soon the others joined them; the Bosmer, a Dunmer and three other Nords emerged from the house.

"Alright boys, let's go say hello." Clayton said with an easy smile. They walked behind him, staggered out in a broad formation. Erik thought it must have been an intimidating sight to see this group of hard men, armed with swords and axes, walking down the street, all wearing a Crimson Sons vest over their simple garb. As they approached the stone structure that could only be the Jarl's residence, they saw a bit of a gathering around a large sabrecat carcass and a naked Kahjiit.

"Whoa." Clayton said "Now that's what I call cat on cat action."

Erik didn't join in with the laughter, concentrating instead on the various exchanges between the different parties.

"I'll see what's going on." Erik announced, and Clayton nodded in approval. Erik strode over towards the commotion, hand resting easy on the handle of his sword."

"Oi!" he shouted "Who's in charge here?"

[jason worrell]

Jal Wolfsbane, the inn.

Jal looked up as a thin Imperial entered the inn.

"Morining barkeep." piped up Giovu. "Have you any rooms spare?"

"Sure do. Wouldn't be much of an inn without rooms, would it?" Jal chuckled. "They're not much to look at right now but they're clean and they've got a bed. 10 septim. If you don't have the coin, I'll happy to trade - goods or services."

At that point another Imperial walked in. By the nine, am I in Skyrim or what? ?He immediately felt the new Imperial's gaze fall onto his face. It was always the same. Still, he couldn't blame him.

“How are yuhs, names Theadas”

"Greetings Theadas, I'm Jal, the innkeeper. Heh, feels funny saying that. Innkeeper. Gotta nice ring to it. Anyway, like I said, I've got nothing for sale at the moment. Well, 'cept a bed and a warm fire."