[willow]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Night time.

The Imperial listened to the altmer words the two began walking to the keep.

"Well obviously we can only do that if the Jarl allows imperial soldiers in the hold. The problem is that Radwulf is stubborn he dosen't understand that eventually Ulfric will attack this hold. So you need to hold tight until I can get the Jarl to allow enough Imperial forces into the hold. However at this point it's gonna take a little while." Said the Imperial tired and exhausted.

[Laura Simmonds]

Julius Scipion, Valton, night

Julius walked with Danus nodding his head in agreement “yes I can easily sit tight, besides I think I can open the offer to build a wall around the town In the meantime that should gain some favour and provide me with some money" he looked up at the night sky pausing to stare in awe at the beauty that was the night sky of nirn He spoke with a catch in his voice "Strange when you pause to look around, the squabbles of us mere mortals seems unimportant" he closed his eyes as he remembered a Imperial maid whose name he had forgotten but for a time had loved with he opened his eyes to speak again "It is even better if you can share it with those you have loved or love." he resumed the pace all the while sorrow etched on his face.

[Tamara Dost]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Night time.

Danus listened about what Jullius said.

"I agree. When I was a child I used to look up in the sky at night. Of course in a farmland away from cities the sky at this time is peaceful. And it is better to share with someone you love. Though I haven't seen anyone I loved for a long time.

[Jordan Moreno]

Julius Scipion, Valton, night

Julius nodded in agreement before replying “yes, I hate to do this but I need to return to my house to make sure nothing has been robbed” he stood to attention as he used to do during his old life and nodded before walking to the direction of his home.

[Anthony Santillan]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Night time.

"Allright. We will talk about the fort tomorrow As the Imperial returns to the keep he wrote down in his journal about what happened today.

He then went to sleep. In this dream. He's in a prison cell. Naked, chained to the wall. A shadow approaches, and cell door opens. The shadow enters and transformed into what looks live Varlamo in the blink of an eye.

"Danus, Danus. It's so nice to see you again.." Said the elf in the demonic voice. "Leave me alone! What do you want!?"cried the Imperial. "You are becoming more weak now aren't you? Now I want you to do one thing for me. I want you to bring an end of a life. use your blade and kill someone If you refused to, you will suffer." "I will not do it." Yes you will mortal. or else do you prefer torture ever time you laid rest? Bring and end to a life Danus, and I will stop tormenting you." "Why! "Because I want it that way"

The next thing he knows Danus is awake.

[Lou]

Xerces Redoran

Morrowind

"Ahh, time to leave" hope the captain of the guard didn't miss me "alright laborers, you are going to build a shelter for House Redoran within the end of the week, I understand that you use magic to increase your work input and that there are many of you, I will pay you at the time of the place's completion, the man who puts in the most effort will be inducted into House Redoran, are we clear!" "Yes" the laborers replied. Good, I hope you finish soon, as I will work to restore Morrowind to it's former glory. Now we march!

((OOC: Hope this was decent ))

[Bek Rideout]

(OOC: I just thought I would get my morning-post up before leaving for work just so that I won't be left far behind : ) )
Jacqueline, Valton Farm, Morning.

Jacqueline woke up to the sound of birds chirping cheerily outside the small farmhouse. She got up quietly from where she had fallen asleep leaned up against the wall next to the fireplace. She did not want to wake the two men so early.

As quietly as she could manage she snuck out the door into the fresh and cold air of the new day. It was still a few minutes until the sun would rise. For as long as she could remember she had always been waking up this early. As a child it was to help out with the breakfast for her big family, and later it was to go with her Uncle to get the first workload done before they could sit down and eat breakfast.

As she stretched her limbs she could see the morning sun burning lightly on the horizon. Hopefully the sun wouldn’t take too long with warming up the ground once it rose high enough. She walked over to the broken gate and examined it more in depth than she had the day before. The hinges and lock were all intact, a sign of good smithing, but the woodwork was all rotten through. It was a complete do over. She could reuse the hinges and the lock but she would have to find new planks and some nails. Hopefully she could find some lying around if she went looking. But first she had to tend to the animals.

She left the gate and went to get some things from her cart. She pulled out the bag of oats and the small milk tin she owned. It would have to be rinsed before she could use it so she carried it over to the stone well behind the house. She began pulling at the rope hanging over the metal bar. When the bucket full of water was high enough she fastened the rope and leaned in to grab the bucket.

Suddenly the rock wall gave in and Jacqueline lost her balance. She gave out a short yelp and reached her hands out above her. She barely managed to grab a hold of the metal bar and ended up standing leaned over the dark and seemingly bottomless well. She felt like a small prey looking into the gaping mouth of a monster as the falling rocks hit the water and made a loud splash. She bent her arms and quickly pushed away from the rod, giving her enough momentum to get back into a standing position.

“Blimey, that sure woke me up” she mumbled. When she had calmed down a bit she stepped to the side of the well and used the metal rod as support instead of the stone wall while retrieving the bucket. She rinsed the tin thoroughly and put the bucket down beside the well. She went back to her cart, grabbed the bag of oats and opened the barn door slightly.
“Alright Apricot, you awake?” She called out to the goat and rattled the bag. The small animal came trotting out the door followed by the two chickens. The donkey tried to follow suit but Jacqueline closed the door on him. He let out an insulted snort.

Jacqueline made a small pile of oats on the ground for the goat and spread the last few pieces across the ground for the chickens to pick at. She knelt down beside the happy goat and began milking her as the sun hit the farm with the first rays of light.

[matt oneil]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, his forge, early morning.

When Gorbad woke up early the next morning he could feel his old body aching from yesterdays physical activity. While he was used to hard work many hours in a row for many years now, his body wasn't used to wearing armor and definitely not running around with it in narrow tunnels with little air to power his limbs with. He managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. He slowly waved his hands around and warmed his stiffened muscles. It didn't take long before he felt relaxed again and stood up. He took on his blacksmiths apron and pulled on his orcish boots and gauntlets. His eyes fell on the chaurus chitin again. He'd have the armor ready before midday. He sat down and ate a quick breakfast of half a loaf of bread with honey and an apple, washed down with fresh water. He went outside to his forge and started heating it up for todays work.

The fire soon roared with a mighty flame, giving away a pleasant warmth for the used blacksmith, but could easy be too warm for someone less used to it. He didn't actually need the fire of the forge for this, but it'd make it faster. The slightly heated chitin bent in wonderous ways and Gorbad soon managed to give it the rough shape of a pair of boots, leg guards and chest-armor. Now he'd need to combine the rough shape of chitin with leather and reinforce it in a way that kept the thing together even under extreme pressure and strikes. He was excited to work with such a rare and strange material and felt many years younger than he was. He turned his attention back to the armor...

[Chenae Butler]

Jormaw, Jormaw's Shack, Morning.

The argonian breathed in the crisp air and proceeded to snort out ash collected into his nostrils from the night before.
He hazily stretched both his arms out before sitting up on his bed, his eyes flicked with calm intelligence; taking in only
the local surroundings. From his throat and mouth came an odd yawning sound, which heralded his dressing and departure.

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Jormaw, Valton, Morning.

Something caught the lizard's eye when he left his door- a hare. Must have been an advlt male in his prime.
The jackrabbit didn't take care to notice the burly fisherman, he was no doubt too prideful of his little heath patch.

Before the animal had even twitched his head, Jormaw was in a position to pounce. The hare then became alert.
Too late. A shadow had loomed overhead and with a twist, crack, the little lordling was in the light of Aetherius.

Jormaw took his prize with glee. It lay in his right hand, limp, hanging from a twist of claw. With humble approach though;
he thought to offer it to the old orc smith he had heard about in the inn, who supposedly recently did battle against his years.

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Jormaw, Gorbad's Smithy, Morning.

Jormaw leapt onto the loose floorboards with unsteadiness. He knew his build was especially unsuited for civilised structures.
But he worked into a pattern of lumbering to get to his destination, the orc. From his tongue did spill a silent slur of conversation,
"Gorbad? I presume. You've become the talk of the inn, it seems." he followed "I'm here to purchase a fishing polearm. A spear, preferably."

The argonian lumped his afore prey upon the adjacent counter. The mangled body had look to grew disjointed from the wind on the road.

[Margarita Diaz]

Roland, The Road to Valton, Early Morning.


The steady dull sound of his horse's hooves faded in and out as Roland swayed in his saddle. The cool morning air bit at his already cold skin. He had ridden all night, down from the north west. He was on his way to Riften. He had heard rumors of survey work, scouting the woods and mountains near the town. Roland had just begun to set up camp the night before when they attacked. At first he had dismissed the rustling as small game scrambling about in the night, searching for a few morsels before the wolves started their hunt, but after a moment he became suspicious. He had just unsheathed his sword when the first twang rang throughout the still night air. The iron tipped shaft had embedded itself in Roland's left shoulder. Three more bolts whistled through the trees, one bouncing off of Roland's thigh, before the first of the marauders burst into the campsite.

The clang of steel on steel shattered the silent symphony of the night as Roland parried his attackers blows. The man was garbed in furs and wielded a rusty iron sword. His hair was matted and tangled and his teeth yellow and broken. With a quick spin he brought his blade down into the neck of the bandit, a dull crunch resounded through the camp as the man fell limply to the ground. Two more burst into the small clearing as Roland rushed for his mount, the pain in his shoulder and leg now grabbing his attention. He swung himself onto the brown courser and spurred it into a gallop. As he rode the all too familiar whistling of arrows returned. There was another thud and a jolt of pain shot through his right arm, but he kept on. He rode through the night, hoping to reach some small settlement before he bled out from his wounds.

It was now morning and the ranger barely clung to horse as it trotted lightly down the road. Every bump and jolt of his mount sent a stream of pain through his body. His right hand was pressed against his shoulder where the snapped end of an arrow protruded through the damp blood-soaked wool of his tabard. His eyelids fluttered as he tried to remain conscious. He managed to glimpse a small building not far off before he faded into blackness once again.

His horse walked steadily along with Roland barely clinging to its back. As they neared the edge of the town Roland finally lost his consciousness and slipped from the leather saddle. His body slammed into the ground limply as his left hand remained entangled in the reigns of his horse. The mare neighed loudly as its head was jerked sideways by the dead weight of Roland's body. He lay there, unconscious, on the edge of the small town of Valton.

[Add Me]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, his forge, morning.

Gorbad soon realized that the armor would look quite astounding. But he'd need to make the leather black for that to happen, otherwise the armor would look weird. Even though he didn't have enough of the chitin to make gauntlets and a helmet as well, he wasn't bothered. He had enough leather to make a pair of black leather gauntlets and he realized a black hood combined with this armor would be perfect. He was in the middle of forging the chitin chest-plate armor piece and the leather together when an argonian walked up to his forge. Gorbad didn't look up, but instead had his full attention on the chest-plate. The argonian spoke and Gorbad could merely hear his words over the roar of the forge.
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"Gorbad? I presume. You've become the talk of the inn, it seems." he followed "I'm here to purchase a fishing pole arm. A spear, preferably."
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The chest-piece was finished and Gorbad opened it a few times to make sure it worked properly. He deliberately showed the beautifully crafted armor to the argonian, not that he thought he'd buy it, but so that he might spread the word. He didn't show it too obviously though, it looked like he was just observing it for himself and the argonian was merely lucky enough to see it. He put back the armor on his work-table and looked up at the argonian.
"I've love to help, I really would, but I don't have any wood nor any iron that I can make a spear from."

He paused and thought for a while. The man was a fisher-man, but that didn't mean he couldn't find a strong piece of wood and also visit the newly cleared Shimmermist mine to mine some ore.
"Tell you what. You bring me a solid piece of wood and mine me a bag of iron and corundum ore from the mine, and I'll forge you a strong steel spear that won't rust."
He nodded at the empty food-bag he'd had taken with him to the mine yesterday. It wasn't big, but it could easily fit 4 iron ore chunks and 4 corundum ore chunks.
"You already seem to know my name, what would yours be?" He took off his orcish gauntlet and offered his hand in a friendly hand-shake to the argonian.

Edit: the word "wood" has been changed to "hood".. Typo that spell-check couldn't catch

[Nikki Hype]

Julius Scipion, Valton, Morning

Julius was walking to the inn when he noticed a man out of the corner of his eye fall of his horse careful to not strain his right leg he ran towards the man, the man had two arrows embedded in his right arm and shoulder he sighed then firstly untangled the man from the horses reins then set about repairing the damage as best he could he looked around before shouting “Help!”.

[Darlene DIllow]

Roymund Inventius, Valton Farm. Morning.

Whilst he had tried to stay awake throughout the night, for fear of those who killed Aguaar attacking the farm, Roymund had eventually dozed off. He was still sat up against the table, he left hand rested on the tip of his bow whilst his injured right hand was propped upon the table. He snored lightly to himself, lost in his dreams he didnt notice as the Breton slipped out of the farmhouse.

The sunlight bellowed in through the farms dirt-glazed windows, flecks of the warm rays rested on his face. His nose twitched angrily, and he flung up his right hand to scrub off whatever hassled him. He awoke with a gut-wrenching pain caused by the swift movement of his injured hand "Argh.. Bugger it!" he cried as he flew up from his resting post.

Regaining himself from the pain in across his elbow, He took in the sights within the room. Almost instantly, he noticed the young Breton had gone. Her bed hadnt been touched since before the Dunmer arrived. The hammer she'd drawn last night was still placed beside the fireplace. "Now where's she wondered off to at this hour?" he thought, placing his bow gently down on the table. He looked across for the farmer, he was still asleep in his bed.

Roymund headed to the door, once open the sunlight took him by surprise. The uncomfortable night had left it's mark on his mind, though he'd suffered many a worse night back during his time amongst the wilds he had rarely had to worry about anothers safety but his own. Across in the farms barn he could hear the noises of the Bretons odd-assortment of animals chatting amongst each other, mixed within this pvssyrs he made out the muddled accent of the Breton herself.

With a sigh, he turned back into the farmhouse. He left the door open as the fresh air would likely make him feel more at home. He took up his satchel and prepared his wares to return to Annika at the general store. "Three solid slabs of venison" He told himself "not to mention the beasts horns and skins, should bring a pretty penny."

[Claire Lynham]

Julius Scipion, Valton, Morning

Julius patted the unconscious man on the side of the face the two arrows lay beside him he spoke at him “Hello if you are awake please respond” he checked the man was still breathing, julius's jumper was tied around the man’s arm he carefully turned the man and using what little magicka he had to knit the flesh, muscle and bone back together, he staggered backwards his eyes growing extremely heavy but he shook it over and crawled back to the man Asking again “hello please respond”.

[Nick Jase Mason]

Roland, Valton, Morning


The air smelled of smoke and carried a clamor so familiar to Roland that it comforted him to some degree. The sharp metallic sound of steel on steel rang like deadly chimes in the wind as Roland raced down the rear line on his brown courser. Blood and grime were smeared across his face. The brisk wind rushed through his hair as his horse navigated the lines of the 4th Legion, leaping over the bodies of the fallen. Roland looked to his right, the ranks of the Imperial Legion were pressed tightly against the stone and wood walls of the holdfast as they scrambled to raise the makeshift ladders. Roland watched as another wave of arrows soared over the top of the wall. Officers shouted orders from atop their war-horses, and the soldiers who heard them threw their shields above their heads. The dull sound of arrows striking wood mixed with the shrieks of those who were too slow to guard themselves. Roland turned his face as he swore. He had seen too much carnage today, too much blood, too many young lives extinguished before their prime. He spurred his horse on into a full gallop, racing towards the red dragon banner that flapped violently in the cold wind. I must inform the Legate...


Pain, roaring pain, woke Roland from his dream, his nightmare. He slowly reached his hand up to his shoulder, his eyes still closed. The shafts were gone, but the wool was still soaked through with blood. He felt a hand on his face. Another jolt of pain rang through his body. This time a muffled voice cut through the foggy haze that filled his mind.

"Hello? Please respond."

Roland tried to mouth a reply, but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. A short muffled grunt was all that came out.

Then the pain roared through his body like water bursting through a dam. His senses faded to darkness once again and he was back on the field of battle.

[Eve(G)]

Julius Scipion, Valton, morning

Julius noticed the man’s mouth open then close he sighed before lifting up the man’s head and carefully tipping some water into the man’s mouth he then carefully propped up the man’s head, then he patted the man on the side of the face again before asking “Please wake up or respond” he sighed before reaching fointo a pond and and splashing water on man’s head Used to work with legionnaires after a victory he thought to himself.

[Kanaoka]

Danus Maximus. Guddslott hall. Morning.

(Not that dream again.) the Imperial thought waking up. now he must kill a person? Danus may have killed people back when he was a soldier but he will never kill people out of cold blood for any reason. Even if he must go through the same nightmare for the rest of his life. The wrote a letter to Tullius about his progress.

(Tullius I'm afraid that Radwulf is a stubborn fellow. Every time I tried to convince him to allow Imperial Soldiers in the hold it ends with him being simply mad. I'm afraid I may have to stay in Valton for a while. However I have a small amount of good news. There is an altmer by the name of Julius Scipion that will built a fort for the legion to allow a occupation of Riften and a march to Eastmarsh. However that can only happened if the Jarl listens to me. I'm afraid that is all I have.)

He give the note to a pidgin and it flew to Solitude. shortly after Danus was taking a stroll again and noticed his friend julius and another person who appears to suffer a wound.

"By the gods what happened?"

[Kat Ives]

Jormaw, Gorbad's Smithy, Morning.

The argonian twisted his head slightly in confusion at the human gesture, but he reached out and grasped the orc's wrist in symbolic greeting.
"This one's name is Jormaw, son of Argonia." He peered at the chitin armour curiously, inspecting it's every corner- "A fine piece of work, orc,
but you seem to be lacking of it's completion." Jormaw planted his dewclaw across his chin, tickling a mysterious itch on the tip of the scale.

He relented into speech "I'll tell you what- you need some customary leather to match that chitin, usual leather won't fit without causing discomfort."
"I'll provide the boiled netch variety if you can get someone to fetch those materials you need to make the spear." He finished with an explanation,
"I myself do not have the time for such errands. I'm new to the town you see and I've yet to set up a fishing spot by the river, so I'll be quite busy."

Jormaw gripped his waist with both of his claws, he examined the armour again. He hadn't seen such apparel since the days as a tribesman of the
Ukoa-Sieen, in their travels to northern Argonia, where the dunmer had roamed hundreds of years ago. The fertile ash and the clouding darkness made
the land into a fungal paradise among the newly invading trees of Black Marsh. Life was subtle, simple back then. He had missed those days greatly.

[IsAiah AkA figgy]

Julius Scipion, Valton, morning

Julius noticed Danus speak to him he replied quickly “I don’t know I was just walking to the inn when I notice this poor fellow fall of his horse” he gestured towards the arrows “those however are iron slightly rusted so judging by that fact probably bandits” he looked back down at the man patting his face again and again repeating “hello please wake up” he turned around to face Danus “someone needs to deal with those bandits because if no one does then by the eight I will go and do it” his voice had taken on an edge he had not heard himself since his last battle one of hardness and anger.

[sarah simon-rogaume]

.Danus Maximus. Valton streets. Morning,

Danus Listened to what the High Elf said

"The bastard is lucky to even be alive. I heard that these bandits bashed their first victims, Aguaar If I remember, was nothing but a mutilated corpse when the Guards found him. I do agree it has to stop."He looked at the passed out man and looked at him."The wounds looks serious. We need to take him to a healer now."

[Joanne]

Julius Scipion, Valton, morning

Julius nodded in agreement before sliding his arm under the injured man and hefting him up into a standing position walked with the man dragging his feet to the inn he booted the door open The regulars in the inn turned to stare at him he shouted at the “someone fetch me a bloody healer” before clearing a table and resting the man on it.

[Mrs. Patton]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Morning.

"Allright. We have to stop the bleeding until the healer get's here." Said the Imperial. He ordered his men to put a stick over the fire and place it on the wounds. " Legionary soldiers are trained to do this should there is no healer to treat the wounds." He said to Julius."Ok it should stop the bleeding. thought the healer may have to do the rest"

[Kira! :)))]

Julius Scipion, Helas Folly, morning

Julius Nodded and held the man in case he woke up partway through the treatment, he looked down “poor guy” he muttered “First day in the hold and already he’s been attacked, kind of reminds me of something else” he chuckled at his own joke before returning to the treatment at hand.

[Brandi Norton]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Morning.

After a few minutes the Imperial soldiers were done with the treatment. "The bleeding is stopped sir." Said a bodyguard. "Good again, he's not completely healed but this would have to do until a healer get's here." The Imperial said to one of his men. "Alert the Jarl and Captain of the guard about this."

[Vivien]

Julius Scipion, Valton, morning

Julius was wandering around the inn when he noticed a notice saying “Mason Wanted For more details contact The Jarl” Julius Smirked Sounds like a job for me, but right now I need to stay and find out what happened to this man. He turned around to check on the man.