[Shannon Lockwood]

Nellis Nelsh, Hela's Folly

The scamp replied to Nellis's girlish shriek with a rather offensive set of Daedra related insults, and a then a high pitched laugh. Confusion become mixed with Anger when the scamp transformed a petty soul gem into a grand one, and flicked it over to Jal. The little Daedra offered to purchase drinks for the entire inn with the payment of the soul gem. Mustering up what little courage he had, Nelsh took a seat next the scamp.

"I am sorry for my...shriek. It is just that, I am not used to seeing such odd sights. Back in Cyrodili, scamps were common summons. But here? You are lucky if you even hear the mention of one! My Pa and Ma always told me tales of Daedra, who they walked with mortals when the jaws of Oblivion were ripped open. Awful times, they said. Either way, I have a question for you. Where is your master? Who has summoned you? It seems that you have been bound to this plane for a much longer time than other of your kind. You must be permantley bound here, until your physical form is destroyed, yes? Then your soul is to return to the Prince of Destruction." he said in a oddly calm tone.

This increased knowledge of Daedra was not his own. It blended with the tales and myths of the Not-Ancestors he knew. The information was start to twist though, and he did his best to hold back any mad talk.
He could not.

"You mention Molag Bal? The king of [censored]? He who cursed your kind? When he lay with Vivec for eighty days, a duke of your kind came and interupted. And what did Molag Bal do? He cursed the scamps! With the words 'You are the songs of liars, dogs, and wolf-headed women.' all the scamps became usless to summon! And you compare to a Grummite? One of the guppy's in Sheogorath's Isles that always Shiver? I am no guppy, scamp! If I hear even the mention of that again, I shall tear out someone's bones, use them as drum sticks, and then pluck out their intestines, and prooced to jump over them like.."

The realzation that he lost control hit Nellis hard. Quickly taking out the ring of slince, he slipped it over his finger. As the words of madness could not be spoken, the thoughts that tainted his mind began to die down. Sighing, he looked at the scamp.

"I am sorry for that little...uh...'speech'. Name's Nellis Nelsh. You have a name, Daedra?

[Nick Swan]

Danus Maximus. Late morning.

While Danus was sitting at his bed thinking about that dream; he decided to take a walk around the hold. As he is leaving gudlsott hall he noticed someone was talking to the jarl. (Probably someone trying to buy a house)
thought Danus. As he is strolling with 3 of his bodyguards he noticed a drunk nord passed out in front of the tavern. As he is walking an imperial courier came to him with pidgins, and a letter.

"What is this?" said Danus."It is a letter from general Tullius general Tullius himself sir." Said the young messenger, the poor lad is barely an advlt yet he had already enlisted in the legion for life. "Thank you. I suggest you head to the tavern and relax before you head back to solitude. After all, you look very tired." As Danus head back to the keep to read the orders he is surprised that it took tullius that quick to send a response.

Later in the hall Danus had read the letter.

(Danus I have heard that you have not made any progress in having Valton side with the empire. However I will not give up yet. I think we should rather slowly turn Valton into an imperial supported hold rather to just blindly convince Radwulf to side with us. You are to first do two things. First, you are to convince the jarl to allow a limited amount of imperial soldiers within the hold's borders; As well as allow the soldiers to build a fort on the border of the Rift and Valton. And second you are to in any means possible to have public opinion in Valton to support the empire. If both objectives are a success then we can slowly turn the hold into imperial territory.

However the thalmor in Skyrim know that you are in Valton and as a result you are to help their agent station in Valton to spread thalmor influence in Valton. Also imperial intelligence while cannot confirm it but has heard a rumor spreading in Windhelm that Ulfric is planning to attack Whiterun. However do not tell Radwulf this unless you deem it necessary in having him side with the empire

Also I have brought you these pidgins so you won't have to send your own body guards back to Solitude. And good luck with your objectives.

General Tulius)?

Danus could not believe it (Now I have to help these golden ear bastards in spreading their "eleven supremacy?) Thought Danus. Danus then continued his stroll. He will have to find Nellis before continuing his mission.

[Brian Newman]

Annika, Autummal Forest, late morning/early noon
Annika stood to leave, but there was a rusling behind her. She ducked quickly as a ball of goop flew past her face and smacked a distant tree. The rusling grew closer, and at the split second Annika turned a larger frostbite spider was leaping at her. She panicked and screamed, a scream that probably could be heard across Tamrial, but grabbing her dagger from her side. The spider shreiked as she plunged it into its skull. Annika felt faint as her hand brushed its tough, bumpy and slight harry head. She retreated the dagger, and leaving the spider dazed for a second with its wound, made a run for it. She ran faster than she had even done before. Only hearing tales of horrer of the creatures that lurked Skyrim's wilderness at night, but not knowing that they also loved the day. The haunting rusling was back, more of the thumping because the spider was moving quickly now. The squealching of its limbs was horrible.

Annika could see the road just ahead. She leapt the small ditch and saw Valton, but she stopped running, facing the forest. She pulled out her bow, and placed an arrow in the bow, ready to fire the momment that creature showed its ugly head. The spider emerged from the forest, firing another ball of poision at her. Dodging threw her aim off. The spider leapt again, and she dodged away from that, but she felt a sharp sting of pain as one of the spider's talons ripped the shoulder of her dress and also ripping her skin. She clenched her teeth as she ran a few more yards away from the spider and closer to Valton. Again she readied her arrow and aimed at the spider. She released the arrow, and it flew through the air, peircing one of the spider's black beady eyes. She tageted him again, letting the arrow fly, this time hitting his abodmin.

The spider was close now, getting ready for another pounce. As it vaulted into the air, Annika shot a final arrow, hitting the underside of the abodmin. Then she backed up quickly so that the dead spider would not land on her. She backed away slowly and the pain came back from her right shoulder. She reached her hand back, and withdrew her hand with blood on it. Thanking the guard keeping watch at the gate, who congradulated her on her first real kill, she rushed back to the shop.

Valton Shop
As she locked the store door behind her, she felt faint throwing her bow and arrows down. She slightly unbuttoned her dress enough to see her wound. It was a large gash reaching from the top of her shoulder to the bottom of her shoulder blade. It had lots of dirt and other debree in it, which would make it really hard to deal with. She tried to clean it with a clean cloth, getting most of the dirt out, and then taking another towel she pressed it against the wound. Then looking in the mirror she saw her dress was ruined. The base was ripped all up, which she could easily fix, but then the shoulder was nearly falling off, and the back was ripped as well and was blood stoked.

She closed the windows and throwing a few coins on the counter to take one of the dresses that was for sale. First she took a peice of long cloth and made almost a bandage for her wound, wrapping it around the top of her wounded shoulder, covering the wound. She tied another cloth around her waist, and let the cloth protecting the wound tie off to that. She pulled a dress from the rack of dresses for sale and put on a nice elegent green dress, discarding of the ruined dress. She looked in the mirror once more, and accedently moving her shoulder she felt the stinging pain of moving the shoulder. Sighing, she cleaned the place back up wtih her good shoulder, and opened the windows again and unlocked the door, opening the door window as well.

[Lily Something]

Roymund Inventius, Helas' Folly Inn. Morning.

Roymund propped himself up at alongside the bar, alittle further down from the Scamp and Nellis. He listened through Nellis' speech, flicking his eyes between him and the Daedra. One hand rested in his swords hilt, the other upon his tankard. "Hmmph.. would be wiser to spend time looking for a bed.." he thought as he gazed around the patrons.


"I am sorry for that little...uh...'speech'. Name's Nellis Nelsh. You have a name, Daedra?" asked Nellis.

Roymund held a curious interest for the conversation, and even more the if these Daedra-folk have names alike to his own. Never the less, he pushed himself to his feet, rested his empty tankard against the bar and made for the exit of the Inn. Throwing his hood over his head once more, he adjusted the straps of his pack before heading out onto Valtons streets.

Roymund Inventius, Outside Helas' Folly. Late Morning.

Keeping his left hand rested on his swords hilt, Roymund peered about the streets. "Not bad weather" he thought "May keep up well for a hunt tonight". He spotted a group of Imperials further down the road, three of which appeared to be bodyguards and another who wore clothes of a higher stature "Didnt take long for the Empire to come to town" he thought, casting thought back to his time of service within the legion.

Stepping away from the Inn's doorway, Roymund headed down towards the holds general store.

[Dean]

Elarian, his house, then Helas's Foly

Before going to the inn, Elarian went inside to pick a few things and store back the training weapons and padded tunic used in the training. Amongst what he picked was one of his spare tunic – short sleeved, made of simple linen one without dye, to be used during training or work. Since he was taller than Tsavani, she could wear it as a short dress. 'You won't get too warm with that, and it will spare trouble with the easily offended, or those who would mistake the lack of clothing for an invitation.'

He thought for a while about what he should pick, before settling for his greatsword. With the limited room available in most mines, I'll probably use mostly magic and my dagger. But if we bump into something nasty enough to go through my armor, odds are it will be large enough that there will be room for swordplay. After a quick inspection of the five feet of razor-sharp dwemer blade he fitted the sheath on his back, stretching and walking to make sure it was properly fitted.

He completed his equipment with his usual dagger, also making sure it was in good condition and adding a few belt pouches with some supplies – needles and thread, bandages and the like. He put the finishing touch with a length of rope wrapped over his shoulder. Woven from the strands of giant spider's web, it was both light and strong, about the best rope money could buy. Having taken what he was likely to need, Elarian headed for the tavern, to wait for Gorbad and whoever would come along.

Once inside, he spotted one very odd newcomer. From what little he could see, it was a scamp. Made even more unusual by the clothes it was wearing. Most denizens of Oblivion had very little use for mundane concerns like clothes, money or even food and drinks, which made the creature's presence yet another intriguing mystery. It feels like Valton is becoming a magnet for weirdness. Either someone is dabbling into things he'd better leave alone, or Sheoggorath has taken an interest in the place. I don't think the other Princes would indulge in that sort of things. Hircine might keep an eye on his spear, but what is happening doesn't suit his style.

Elarian picked a stool near a wall, sitting down and taking a good look at the inn. Neither the smith nor the guard that were supposed to join were inside, which meant he would have to wait.

[Philip Rua]

Sargon Hlaalu, Nuramon's House, Valton Hold, Midday


Sargon had clearly peaked the interest of his old friend, but noticed the distant look in Nuramon's eyes. Something was clearly on his mind as well, but this new matter of business was very important to Sargon as well as Nuramon, although he didn't know it yet. The elder Dunmer folded his arms into his robes, and cleared his throat, but not before reaching into his satchel and grabbing yet another flask. This one was different, being split into two separate compartments, one side containing matze, the other containing sujamma.

Sargon put forth two small goblets, and poured the homemade brew separately into both. "Nuramon," he began, "I've had an idea for quite a while. Ever since the Red Year... " Sargon's eyes grew misty, but he quickly recovered after a short moment. "Well, I'd like to open a brewery. I'd also like you to be my partner, old friend. Here. take a sip of the drinks, my own recipe, brought all the way from Morrowind since my Fathers' time."

As he allowed Nuramon to sip and contemplate, Sargon continued speaking, "My carriage is being guarded, and all of my wealth and possessions will be put into making this business. These Northmen, they love strong drink, what a surprise it will be for them to taste a Mer's brew, hahahaha!"

OOC: Not the best, but I've been AWOL because of a hell of a cold along with other RL things. Nevertheless, I'm still here

[Lewis Morel]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Midday

The old Jarl shifted in his uncomfortable, ill-designed throne, and stared into the mid-distance. The excitement of the morning's work had vanished from him, and that familiar melancholy that followed the Jarl like a cloud had dropped again. He thought back to the first time he had visited Skyrim, nearly thirty years ago now. After the dust had settled at Red Ring and a treaty between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion had been concluded, the young Radwulf had been released from duty. His superiors petitioned him to stay, and offered him a permanent position with the rank of Tribune. Such had been the promise the young Radwulf had shown during that bloody campaign. But Radwulf turned down the offers, the promise of promotion to Legate within five years. All these invitations and more the young Radwulf refused, for one reason, and one reason alone. He had met a woman.

A Nordic Shield-Maiden by the name Allendra. A fearsome warrior, indomitable in spirit and the keenest mind Radwulf had ever encountered. He had known her for one week, during the march through Colovia. When the war ended, and Allendra was forced to return to Skyrim, Radwulf had promised her they would meet again, and marry. She had laughed and told him her family were minor nobles in Skyrim, that she was the heiress of a land named "Valton", in the Rift, and he could find her there. Months later, when Radwulf was discharged, and made that lonely journey north, to Skyrim, he soon discovered Valton was a fiction, Allendra's joke. Dejected, and lost in the land of his ancestors, Radwulf found himself in The Ragged Flaggon, in Riften. With little hope in his heart, and mead in his belly, he asked a patron if they had heard of a fair-haired maiden named Allendra. Of course they had, was the reply. Everyone knew Allendra in Riften, she was a waitress in that very tavern. When Allendra saw him, she laughed coldly, and he kissed her. They were married in the Temple of Mara the next day.

Up through the mists of memory, Jarl Radwulf looked, and saw the farmer before him, dimly, petitioning for land. Jarl Spurvhauke heard each of the words the young Nord said, and caught their meaning, vaguely, through the nostalgia that clouding his every thought. A farmer wished to buy land in his new city, for 1000 gold. Half the price the Jarl had asked for a farm-able plot of land.

"2000 gold" said the old Jarl, bitterly, watching those words hang in the air. "is the price for a plot of land in Valton" he finished, gripping his grizzled, huge hand on the arm of his throne.

[Rozlyn Robinson]

Three guards, walking around Valton, then the inn, midday.


"So, what do you think of the new captain of the guard?" Said the one on the left, "With him being a Dunmer and all.." he continued.
"Nothing wrong with being a Dunmer, I say." The one walking in the middle said. "He knows what he's doing, that's the most important part."
The guard on the right grunted something quietly for himself and kicked a rock. It flew high and landed in the woods that surrounded Valton.
"No trouble to be seen here." said the one in the middle. "Let's go check out the inn while we wait for that orc."
The other two nodded in agreement. The other guards around Valton had started to hear about their little adventure-to-be, with mixed feelings. But that didn't bother these three, because they would finally get to see some real action, or so they hoped.
And there it was. Valton's only inn, Hela's Folly. On the opposite end of the yard they could see the forge. They couldn't, however, see the orc. So they decided to wait inside the inn. They opened the door and entered.

***

Everything seemed normal inside the inn. Some customers were sitting near the walls, equipped in traveling gear, while others were sitting at the bar talking to the innkeeper. It took the guards a puzzled moment to figure out what was sitting on one of the chairs. A scamp! They grabbed their swords hilts, looking back and forth in the room for any signs of attack. The scamp just sat there, apparently engaged in a conversation with some of the other customers in the inn. None of them looked too worried, so the guards calmed down and took a seat at the nearest available table and waited. Their hands were still at their swords hilts.

[Your Mum]

Danus Maximus. Guddslot hall. Midday.

Danus was about to have a talk with the Jarl about allowing minimal troops within the boundaries of Valton. However Radwulf is having a talk with a potential citizen. Out of respect he decided to wait till the Jarl is done. To pass time he decided to take another stroll in the town. As he was leaving he came across his body guard whom he sent to find Nellis.

"What took you so long?" Asked Danus. "Sorry I could not find Nellis sir". Said the body guard. "Well I have no choice but to find him myself. The inn will be a good start." As Danus and his men walked to the inn it seem more crowded then normal. As he enter he noticed a scamp. However this deadric monster seems to be passive, and since everyone around him is calm it must not be a threat. Danus took a seat at the bar stool and is talking to the innkeeper.

"Hello. I am Danus Maximus, Do you by any chance know a person who is called Nellis?"

[Siobhan Wallis-McRobert]

Alguidar, Gudslott Hall, Midday

"2000 gold" said the old Jarl, bitterly, watching those words hang in the air. "is the price for a plot of land in Valton" he finished, gripping his grizzled, huge hand on the arm of his throne."

Alguidar's whole body froze for a moment, not knowing how to react, in light of the Jarl's intimidating presence. His instincts immediately told him to haggle but he couldn't bring himself to say a word. The tall Nord, sitting in the elaborately carved throne, wasn't speaking his language. Those weren't words of a negotiation setting. Those were words of power, spoken in a hall of Jarls, so unfamiliar and unnatural for the farmer.

"Still, 2000 is a pretty good price", he thought. He gradually became more and more aware of his luck. One moment he doesn't have a home and he's heading to what could very well be a myth, the next moment he found good, fertile land that he can actually afford. The shock of the new price tag then gave rise to a feeling of relief.

"Oh, 2000 eh?", said Alguidar, trying to look undecided. He didn't want to look too eager to buy something that he just realized costs double what he expected. Alguidar was desperate, but he didn't want to look that way. He wanted to look like an established farmer and earn the respect of the tall Nord.

"That's more than I thought but... let me see... I think I should still invest and..." He dragged his words and paused often, looking down, as if he were doing the maths in his head.

"I'll take the land, my Jarl. Honored to work under your rule. You're a true Nord, sir. I can see it in your eyes. If only we had more like you. There are others, but they're not...", Alguidar stopped abruptly realizing he was talking too much. He had become lively, excited. He was talking but his mind was far away, he couldn't wait to see the land with his own eyes.

His tone changed back to one appropriate in a business negotiation.

"Where's the land we speak of, my Jarl?"

For the first time in a long time, he felt there could still be a bright future ahead.

[Laurenn Doylee]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Midday

The Farmer seemed to hesitate on Radwulf's offer. 2000 gold was very cheap for a plot of land, even for a new hold, but Radwulf had decided to keep things cheap in order to attract settlers.
"Oh, 2000 eh? That's more than I thought but... let me see... I think I should still invest and..." after a brief moment, the farmer continued:
"I'll take the land, my Jarl. Honored to work under your rule. You're a true Nord, sir. I can see it in your eyes. If only we had more like you. There are others, but they're not... Where's the land we speak of, my Jarl?"

Radwulf did his best to ignore the flattery, his hold was still taking bady-steps, anyone could see it. He called in a writer and said to the farmer, "Excellent! The farm is just down south-east from the town, you should be able to see it from the city gate." He turned to face the writer, who was now wielding his paper, ink and quill with the pride of a knight. "Alguidar, the farmer, is hence the owner and caretaker of the farm south-east from here. You know what to write." The writer nodded eagerly and began working and soon handed over a very officially looking piece of paper to the Jarl. Radwulf added his signature on it. "Now all we need is the payment and the farm is yours", said the Jarl with a tired smile.

[Claudia Cook]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Midday
"Now all we need is the payment and the farm is yours"

Alguidar, Gudslott Hall, Midday

Alguidar promptly reached into his backpack and took a bag of gold out. It had 1000 gold already prepared before he left Windhelm. He opened it and another bag with more gold, he then began to slowly go through another 1000 to add to the first bag. That went on forever, the complete silence of the great hall being broken rhythmically by the echoing noise of gold coins, clashing into each another. He wasn't aware of how awkward that moment must have felt for those around him, his imagination was running wild, he could see his farm flourishing, the caravans coming in and going out, a wife, children.

Finally he had 2000 gold in the bag, which he delivered to the writer, thinking the Jarl wouldn't want to do such a petty task like counting gold.

"Here's the payment, my Jarl. If you don't mind, I'd like to see the farm with my own two eyes now", said Alguidar, just barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

[Karen anwyn Green]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Midday

The farmer started counting out coins, which gave Radwulf a moment to rest his eyes for a while. It was a soothing sound, the clashing of gold against gold. Soon enough, the farmer was done counting and handed the large bag of gold to the writer. The poor man almost fell backwards by the weight of the thing.
"Here's the payment, my Jarl. If you don't mind, I'd like to see the farm with my own two eyes now".

Radwulf reached for the written paper again and gave it to Alguidar, "Show this to the guards at the farm."Then, with a sincere and warm smile he added, "Welcome to Valton, you may show yourself out."

OOC: EDIT: sounded edited to sound.

[Avril Louise]

Graymane, Helas's Foly


Elarian didn't have to wait for long for some animation to happen – at first a trio of guards, likely to be those supposed to reinforce the mine's party. He didn't feel much enthusiasm at the sight. Enough to quiet an unruly drunk or deal with some chicken stealer, but they'd be swamped by anything serious. And their gear isn't anything to write home about. If it drops in the pot, it's a safe bet to assume me and the smith will end up holding the line. And if that wasn't bad enough, doing it for free. Maybe I can snatch a share from that mine ? Ideally as a reward, but I've still some cash that I may invest in it.

He was still pondering his options when a new face showed up. Judging by his garb and the bodyguard he had in tow an Imperial noble or official of one stripe or another. Not what Elarian would call a welcome sight, the bureaucracy and corruption that had gorged on the Septim Empire's trough was still alive and hungry two centuries later. Even the Thalmor couldn't wipe them out when they took the Imperial City.

Whatever the man's official position was, he made himself even less welcome in Elarian's mind by asking for one Nellis, the miner Gorbad had mentioned. But he made no effort at hiding his reactions – the bodyguard would probably react to someone in armor and with five feet of dwemer blade on his back making a deliberate effort to appear incurious about his charge.

[Rebecca Dosch]

Roymund Inventius, Valton General Store.

With a creak from the front door, Roymund stepped inside. Peering around the room and took in the view of all the assorted goods, from travelling essentials to odds and ends for around a home. He eyes stopped on the Nordic woman standing behind the rooms checkout, offering a polite nod and a smile, he kept to browsing the stores wares.

After several moments of searching, Roymund came across a suitable bow-string hung amongst the goods "May need a spare for Rana" he thought as he slung his Imperial Longbow from his shoulders, holding up the string against the bows curvature he confirmed the fit, he then replaced her over his shoulder.

Approaching the lady by the paydesk, Roymund chanced himself a few polite words "Greetings, Daughter of Skyrim" he said, the words passes uneasily from his tounge "I'd take this, and a loaf of your waybread if you keep some within your stores". Breaking eye-contact, he thought he noted a patch of dark on the shoulder of the ladies dress. "Is she injured?" though Roymund, his mind going off at a wonder "Surely she'd be aware if she was, and it'd be rude to ask.."

He brought his gaze back upto her face, "I'd also ask of you if you've interest in fresh game meats, I'm a huntsman you see and we're always on the look out for new trade".

[roxanna matoorah]

Danus Maximus, Helas foly.

Danus could tell that the barkeep had some kind of hatred to him.

"Listen I know you may have something against me because I'm with the empire but I need to find Nellis. I'm doing this for my own reasons but it has nothing to do with imperial business. Here is 200 drakes if you tell me anything about Nellis."

[Ricky Rayner]

Annika, Valton General Store
Annika gave a small wave to the man who had just entered the store. "Hello," she spoke gently, "Just let me know if you need help with anything."
As the man browsed the asle, she took interset to a chipped nail on her left hand. Then she heard the footsteps coming towards her, and she looked back up at the man approaching the counter. "Greetings, Daughter of Skyrim" he said to her, "I'd take this, and a loaf of your waybread if you keep some within your stores"
She noted the Imperial Bow in the man's hand, nodded. "Ok, sounds good," she looked down, taking note of the items he was purchesing.
"I'd also ask of you if you've interest in fresh game meats, I'm a huntsman you see and we're always on the look out for new trade".
Annika smiled at the man polietly,looking him directly in the eye. "Well," she began to speak with the hint of a nordish flare in her voice, "I am always looking for good fresh meat for the store inventory," She turned and bent at the knees to open a basket of bread, taking out a loaf. She cringed as she unawaringly moved her hurt shoulder to get a loaf of bread. Trying to relax again as she stood back up, wrapping the bread in a clean cloth. "Your total will be..." she paused a second, doing the math in her head, "about 92 septems." As she waited a few seconds, then spoke again. "But yes, I am interseted in your propsition. What is your name, may I ask?"

[Michael Korkia]

Graymane, Helas's Foly

Elarian was surprised when the man offered two hundred septims for any information about Nellis. Even if Cyrodill had a long an thriving history of buying friendship, this was a lot of money for what might turn out to be useless scraps. Which meant that whatever reason might spark the man's interest in Nellis was important. And that whoever the Imperial might be, he had a deep purse and was willing to dig in it. I'm a mercenary and I can use two hundred golds. But he'd better no try cheating me... Odds are there's more money to be made if I can figure what he's after.

He stretched a bit, commenting loud enough for the man to hear him 'I'm willing to take that offer. I happen to know a few things about that Nellis character you're asking about and I certainly can figure out a things or three to do with two hundred drakes.'

[R.I.p MOmmy]

Roymund Inventius, Valton General Store

Roymunds kept his sight fixed upon the Nordic lady, "I am always looking for good fresh meat for the store inventory," She turned and bent at the knees to open a basket of bread, taking out a loaf. Roymund noted a painfull expression shadow over her face "Guess i was right about that shoulder.." he thought. "Your total will be..." she paused a second "about 92 septems." to which Roymund nodded "Alittle steep for mere bread and a strand of horsehair, is it not? Perhaps you'd lower it to 50? Since we are soon to be in business with one another". He offered a smile as he spoke, still feeling the uneasyness of polite conversation "As for my name, I am Roymund. Son of famed Anvil huntsman Pinarus Inventius" He slung down his hood, revealing his lesser noticed facial features. He gave off the appearance of a grim man, too many long nights spent amongst the woods had weather-worn what could have been handsom features. "And as for meats, I've seen a few flock of Deer along my travels to this hold. Would that be suitable, or would have me hunt another quarry to bring to your table?"

[renee Duhamel]

A Scamp, Helas' Folly Inn, Midday


The Daedra snorted and called for another drink, raising one ear to listen to Nellis' long diatribe. The scamp clasped the fresh tankard in his clawed hand and brought the cup to his lips, sending Nellis Nelsh a wry look with those cruel eyes.

"Dunno whose feeding you yer intel, kid, but that's a funny sounding story bout 'Bal. Never heard that one before. Heh. If I were useless to summon I guess I wouldn't have a sack full of junk worth more than this place put together, huh? But them's the breaks. A name? Heh" the scamp shrugged and twisted his face in thought, as if the question of his name were a particularly tricky one. "Uh, Dicer. Yeah, that's my name." Dicer grinned, displaying two rows of vicious fangs, and took a chug of his drink.

"Now, here's the thing, heh." Dicer continued at length, wiping the foam from his leathery lips, "This trip ain't for pleasure, not so much, heh. Lovely town and all though. Heh. But today's business. I'm on a business venture, me. Entrepreneur, yeah. See, my boss.." at which the scamp stopped and frowned, licking those dagger-like teeth in discomfort. "-hey, lemme put it this way. You guys know about gambling right? Heh. Sure you do." the demon looked about with a grin on his lips, "Now, say there's this guy, a gambler, wiseguy, sharp customer who plays the odds and doesn't like to lose. Heh. Say he opens up a bet, gets all his friends to wager in on something. Little bit of fun, heh. Monies even and he gets a few bites. Nothing big, nobody rocks the boat. And then this customer steps up, uh, let's just say he's smart. Heh, this guy is a genius. When he makes a tip, it's a sure thing. Game over. Hell, we don't normally let him play. Anyway, he chalks up the side that was losing, and suddenly it's a different game. There goes the market, now the genius' pick is odds-on-favourite, hell even the chumps that picked the other wager are hedging. Heh. And then." Dicer laughs, shaking his head, and takes a heavy swig of his drink, pausing to belch into his cup. "Up steps the other biggest player in the house, and breaks the bank with the opposite bet. Guy goes in, and I mean all in. Heheheh. You ain't never seen a bet like this and he's wagering against the genius. Yeah. Now this guy's a wild customer, but he's no chump. Heh. The rest of the big players fall in, and the odds are split even again. But everyone's still waiting on who the bookie's gonna tip. Got the genius on the one hand, and the wild customer who knows something we don't on the other. What's a scamp to do? Heheheh." Dicer clapped his hands and looked about devilishly, leaning back on his stool. "He's gots to do some market research, right? Heheh." Dicer leant back on his chair and watched the Guards sitting at a table on the far side of the inn with one eye.

"..but all this talkin's kinda got me in the mood, yeah. So fellas, whose up for a little bet?" the Scamp clasped his hands together, and grinned, looking to his audience.

[Sebrina Johnstone]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Midday
"Show this to the guards at the farm."Then, with a sincere and warm smile he added, "Welcome to Valton, you may show yourself out."

Alguidar, Gudslott Hall / Streets of Valton, Midday

"Thank you, my Jarl", said Alguidar, quickly turning his back and moving towards the door without wasting any time.

He opened the door of the keep and stepped outside to the bright and warm sunlight of midday. He just remembered that he left Aguaar, the man in the carriage, holding his belongings at the entrance. He rushed through the empty street, the forge was still unattended, yet, it looked like it was used recently. He peeked through the inn's window again and now there were even more people in there. "By Talos! Is this what these people do all day? Don't they have things to do? Lazy bastards", he thought, as he moved quickly towards the entrance.

He passed by the guard at the entrance and saw the carriage. "Aguaar! I see you didn't run off with my possessions! Ha! Ha!", said Alguidar, waking him up. Aguaar looked like he had just collapsed to the side, as if he was sitting straight but his torso bended sideways, lying on the seat.

"Back already, huh? That was quick." Said Aguaar with a cranky voice as he pulled himself up to the seat.

"Ah! There's the farm!", said Alguidar to himself after scanning the outer edges of the town. "How did I miss it coming in?"

"I need one last thing from you", he said as he turned to Aguaar. "I need you to take my things down the road to that farm over there. Here's 2 Septims."

Aguaar would do it for free. After the gold he got for such a long trip, the least he could do was travel a few more meters. He wouldn't say no to the gold though. "Sure thing! Hop on in."

As they got closer, a most curious sight got Aguaar's attention. A dead frostbite spider, with lodged arrows all over its body, was being dragged by the guard back to the tree line. Apparently, dead spiders on the road are bad for business. Alguidar didn't even notice though, his eyes were firmly locked on the farm. It looked neglected, but not abandoned.

Valton's Farm

Alguidar jumped out of the carriage when it got close enough to the farm. He jumped over the fence and started examining every detail. There were some crops, trees and animals, but he was appalled by the lack of care. He had a lot of work ahead of him.

"Hey! Stop right there! What do you think you're doing?" Said the guard as he ran from the other side of the road, after dumping the lifeless spider out of sight.

"You're trespassing the property of Radwulf Spurvhauke! Jarl of Valton! State your business, outsider!", he said when he got closer, firmly gripping the hilt of his sword.

Alguidar reached for his backpack, taking out what now was a torn piece of paper.

"The Jarl told me you should have this, this is my property now and I'm not an outsider." said Alguidar, taking his time savoring each of those words.

The guard recognized the signature on the paper. He was glad he could now be deployed somewhere else. That smell... for Alguidar though, it felt like home.

"I see. Well, I hope you have more luck than the other guy before you."

"The other guy? What do you mean? What happened to him?"

"No one knows, he just disappeared one day. Probably dead by now. Well, I have to report back to the barracks, here's the key."

"Oh, umm... thank you. There will be guards around here right?"

"There's a patrol each hour, if I'm not mistaken", said the guard as he was walking away.

It took Alguidar a while to focus back on the farm.

"What could have happened? Spiders don't usually venture into settlements."

"Sir?", Alguidar heard deep in the background of his thoughts.

"Maybe he wondered too far, into that forest, maybe he was preyed by some beast of the night."

"Sir?"

"Maybe someone in town knows something more about it."

"Sir? Where should I put this?"

Alguidar looked and saw Aguaar with one of his crates on his shoulders.

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something. Just leave it right there, I'll sort it all out later", said Alguidar as he approached to help unload the crates off the carriage. Tools, supplies and other belongings from the farm he sold, it would take a while before he had everything in place.

"Aguaar, is it? I don't know if I could have got here without you. I'll have to get everything in order but anytime you're close and you need a meal or a bed, just knock friend." said Alguidar to the helpful Nord.

"I sure will, I got to return to Riften now, you take care."

Alguidar was left to this hard job of settling in his new farm as he saw Aguaar go.

[Dan Wright]

Annika, Valton General Store, Midday
"Alittle steep for mere bread and a strand of horsehair, is it not? Perhaps you'd lower it to 50? Since we are soon to be in business with one another".
Annika gave a small giggle as she finished tieing off the bread with a string. "I don't see why not, I'm not too picky about prices these days. Unless it's something of great value, of course." She looked back up at him, handing him the well packaged bread.
The man then put back his hood, revealing his weather-beaten face, which did have the traces of a once very attractive man. "As for my name, I am Roymund. Son of famed Anvil huntsman Pinarus Inventius"
Annika nodded,"Nice to meet you, Roymund. I'm Annika, originally from Windhelm. And as for the meats, whatever is easiest for you. If there are deer around here, have at it. What shall I pay you for the meats?"

[MR.BIGG]

Wolfgar Cut-throat.

The past few days has been a disaster. Wolfgar who until recently was a feared and despised person. wanted across Riften for killing many people as well as multiple accounts of robbery. For days He and his few survivors from the raid at the fort has been travelling west; avoiding the roads to avoid any Riften guard patrols. "Are we close to Valton?" Said Ulag-Gro-lack, Wolfgar's right hand man. "Were almost out of the riften boundary" Said Wolfgar. After a few hours They are now in Valton's boundaries. They eventually see the town from atop a hill in the distance. "Alright, this is where we will restart. I know the rift well so there is a cave nearby. It is Northwest of this town. Ulag, go into this town and get some supplies. The rest of you follow me into the cave. I will mark the cave's location on the map Ulag"

(later at the cave)
The bandits had set up camp. Waiting for Ulag to return "Well so what are we doing? We should be raiding caravans right now." Said one of the bandits "That is where you are wrong Rolaf, if we just go out there and pillaging as if that incident at the Rift never happened the Jarl of this hold himself will be hunting us. We need to be patient. When Ulag comes here we then have to learn of the common trade routes. Then we need to get more recruits. After that we can be ready." Argues Wolfar. The cave is quite. The bandits not knowing what will happened next. Most of them are worried that they will go through the Riften incident again.. And they may bot be so lucky next time...

[Lew.p]

Roymund Inventius, Valton General Store.


Roymund reached into his pack for his coinpurse, taking out the 50 coins and replacing the purse within the pack. He exchanged the coins with Annika for the neatly packaged loaf, offering a polite nod as he did "Nice to meet a merchant whom isnt just out for the money, you have my thanks Annika" he said as he stuffed the loaf into his pack, along with the bowstring. "As for prices, I say we sort that once i've brought down my quarry. I'm unsure of the size of deer in these parts, though i'd guess at 80 septims a head, that'd include the full venison, and the skins which you may be able to work into leather." his head seemed to be lost in thought as calculations were never his strong suit. "Now, I'd best be off before the weather changes. Farewell Annika" he bowed his head slightly, returned his hood aloft his head and stepped out of the shop.

"Lets hope the weather holds, dont want the wind blowing my scent at the deers.." he thought, glaring up at the sky. He made his way across the hold towards Autumnal Forest, he stopped as he reached the borders of the hold. A couple of the towns guards caught his eye, talking amongst themselves about a newcomer buying up an old farm of the hold "Greetings, Guard. Any news from the roads?" asked Roymund, his gaze focusing on the front guardsman. "We've sighted a couple of Frostbites up the tracks, be wary if you're travelling that way, stranger." the guards glum voice told tale of a dull place amongst his ranks, he did not stop to chat with Roymund, nor did any of his kinsmen. With a shrug, Roymund returned to his travels "Wonder if this farmer knows of the Frostbites" he thought.

[Jeffrey Lawson]

Wolfgar Cut-throat. Midday

Ulag comes back with not only enough supplies to last a few weeks but with a few recruits. "Exactly who are these people?" Asked Wolfgar. "Well these people could barely afford any gold after buying property in the hold. So they agree to work for you so they can feed their families" Said Ulag. "Well we do need the men. All right, to you new folk. If you stay with me I will promise you you will have enough fortune to feed your families. However at this point you cannot leave this group unless I say so. If you try to leave you will be punished. Now Ulag do you know any major routes we can ambush?" "Well the road to Rifton and the road to Falkrweath are the best choices." "Since were closer to Rifton well use the road to there for now. Since we now have enough to raid a small group of Caravans were going to start now. I want one of the recruits to stay here and keep watch. The rest of us will set up an ambush point. We should be back in a few hours."

After traveling on the road they found what looks like a suitable place for an ambush. "The plan is simple." Wolfar says. "Rolaf will stay on the road pretending he is injured and when a traveler comes by he will distract him or her. It will give us enough time to kill the horse and the traveler. We then take any valuables and food and head back to the cave. It is important that this traveler must die so he won't warn anyone about us. When we were done looting we will pull the wagon if there is one to the wilderness and head back to the cave"

Aguaar is riding his carraige back to Riften As he is entering the Rifton/Valton Border he noticed a Nord is on the road injured. "What is wrong Kinsmen" Asked Aguaar. "Damn bandits attacked me and left me for dead." Said the Nord. "Can you take me back to Valton so I can get a healer." "Of course Let me help you on the carriage. As Aguaar is picking the Nord up he got shot in the leg by an arrow. As soon as he felt the pain more people came out from both side of the road. Another arrow hit the horse in the side but it ran away from the scene back west to valton.

"It's heading west! Shoot it!" Cried Wolfgar. If that horse gets to Valton it might raise suspicion of bandits in the area. However the next few shots missed. And the horse got away. "Damnit!" As Wolfgar approached the victim. "Well it seems that today will be your final. Ulag. end it." ?The orc then used his orcish mace and brutally beat the nord to death. By the time he was done. The victim was mutilated. The bandits looted the carriage and quickly went back to the cave.