[Jason White]

Julius Scipion, Valton, Evening

Julius staggered back as he was hit before using all his weight he threw himself forward tackling the nord before head butting him blood dripped down Julius face he then threw three punches from his left fist into Rogvir or so the nord called himself then with all his weight swung his right connecting with the nords eye socket Julius retreated before again shouting “GUARDS”.

[Bellismydesi]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Evening.

As Danus was going back to Guddslot hall he heard someone shouting guards. The Imperial rushed to see a door kicked down. He entered to find Julius the altmer and Rogvir the Nord in a fight. By remembering his voice Danus knew it was the altmer that called for help

"Restrain the Nord!" shouted Danus, I know you were expecting the town guards but I heard someone shouting for help. What happened here?

[Emma]

Julius Scipion, Valton, Evening

Julius quickly punched the nord while he was distracted before turning to Danus his nightclothes stained with his own blood “Well as you can see by the state of my house and our bodies plus my current attire this nord” He turned to Knee the nord in the groin before carrying on “assaulted me in an attempt probably to kill me” he looked round for a stool to sit on he found one picked it up and prepared to beat the nord senseless.

[Eileen Müller]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Evening.

The Imperial told the bodyguards."One of you, get a guardsman in here to have him arrested. Well I don't think you need to beat him any more. We don't want him dead before the guard gets here right?" Said the Imperial laughing.

[megan gleeson]

Julius Scipion, Valton, evening

Julius smiled before attempting to cast a restoration spell this however proved too much for his weak magicka which drained him enough to fall over and clutch the table for support he looked up at the imperial as he sat on the stool/weapon he replied “Damn haven’t been in a fight since well I can’t remember Thank you for coming when you did as for my current state well my magic is extremely weak for one of my kind” he smiled before continuing “I guess I’m indebted to you for now”.

[James Wilson]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Evening.

Danus seems to have atleast gained a supporter.

Well that is no problem. Though you probably would have fend him of. Well I have been in skyrim for two years and not all Nords are as Xemophobic as him. And even most of the Xenophobic ones would not have done that. Still you probably should of went to Solitude. The people there aren't as racist as the Nords in Eastmarch or in the Rural areas."

[Lew.p]

Julius Scipion, Valton, evening

Julius listened to the reply before in turn replying “I am a mason at the moment I am attempting to get enough jobs and reputation to allow a fort to be built on the border, my employers told me to contact you with the details and something about troop allowances” he looked at the imperial Questioningly.

[Mari martnez Martinez]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Evening.

Danus was suprised about this.

"Is this fort going to be for the legion or the town guard? If it's the legion then you are in bad luck. As your employers may have told you I am an Imperial Diplomat. And I am in this town to try to convince Valton to side with the empire against the Stormcloaks. Now The Jarl is quite stubborn and refuses everytime I even offer a small amount. If it's for the local guards I'm sure you won't have complications. As for troop allowances again I cannot do even that until I can convince Radwulf to allow a small amount of Imperial soldiers to be deployed within the hold."

[Chris Guerin]

Daikanos, Road to Valton, Evening

Night was already getting closer as the town of Valton slowly came closer. Apart from the horses, the cart and the guard’s armor everything was quite. No birds sang anymore and all animals already went to sleep. The group of six guard and Daikanos came closer to the farm they had passed earlier today, to see that now there was light shining through.

“We’ll make one last stop to question the farmer if he saw anything today.” Daikanos ordered his man.

They directed their horses to the front door of the farm, through the broken gate. When they were at the door Daikanos got of his horse and walked towards it. He loudly knocked three times while shouting, “Open the door for the Captain of the guards!”

Two Guards, Valton, Evening

One of the guards casually leaned against the wall of a house as he watched his companion get back with two bottles of Nordic mead. He saw the Nord was limping a little bit. When his friend handed him over his bottle he asked, “What’s wrong with y’ah leg? You’ve beenn limping all day now.”

The other guard sighed. “I’ve got m’self wounded ‘bout a week ago. Darn arrow. My knee’s still not properly healed.” He replied to the blond nord.

The blond nord shook his head. “Y’ah kno, Haleth? I knew a guy, who knew a guy, who was once an adventurer, …-”

Haleth finished the man’s sentence quickly. “Until he got hit by an arrow in the knee, now he’s a guard. The joke’s getting old, Ulfdor.” He said with a large smile on his face. “But I’m alright. I can use it so there’s no problem.”

Ulfdor nodded and wanted to say something else when they were cut short by a cry for guards. They quickly rushed in the direction of the sound and were greeted by a man that ran towards them. “I’ve been send by Danus to get a guard to arrest an assaulter. Please, follow me.” The man said.

The guards nodded and followed the man to one of the newly sold houses. A lot of the interior was broken and they saw a man laying on the ground unable to run away, while to others, an Imperial and Altmer were sitting at a table casually talking like nothing happened.

“Uhum,” Haleth coughed to get their attention. “In the name of the law, you are all under arrest for breaking the peace in this town.” He said to all the men inside, the imperial and his bodyguards, the altmer and the restraint nord on the ground. “I ask you to come willingly to the dungeons until you have all been questioned by our captain so the true guilty one can be found.”

[Sweets Sweets]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Evening,

Danus was shocled that he is being arrested for a crime he did not commit but rather helped stop. This could mess up relations with the Jarl even more.

"Actually It was not me, my men, nor this altmer here that did it. It was this restrained person on that ground that did it. Well you see this house were in? This is where the high elf live. Even Rogvir here can admit to that. And he was defending himself. Now why I am here. I merely heard the house's owner cry for the guards. So even though I'm not a guard I knew that there was a problem. So that explains why I'm here. Now If me and my friends have to go with the Nord then I will surrender peacefully. However I'm telling you that me and my new friend here is innocent." Said Danus calmly

[i grind hard]

Haleth and Ulfdor, Julius’ house, Evening.

They listened to the Imperial speak and when he was done Ulfdor answered. “The only thing we can see is this nord beaten and restraint on the ground and for all we know it could have been him screaming for help.” The guards looked at eachother.

“We’ll do it this way:” Haleth started. “The nord we will arrest but I’ll need you to atleast come with us to the barracks so the captain can write down your sides of the story and you’ll be able to fill all the necessary papers. He is bound to be back in town any minute.”

[JR Cash]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Evening,

Danus was willing to accept that.

"Well I understand why your doing this though. I will accept it. Men, give them your weapons. Well get them back when were released from the barracks." Danus and his bodyguards then give them their weapons.

[Ella Loapaga]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Shimmermist Mine, Evening

...The strike Gorbad delivered at the spider threw him out of balance. He fell on the spider and crushed it thanks to the weight of his iron armor he had on. The cave became blurry around him as he hit his head. On his right side two of the guards circled around a spider, hacked and slashed at it. Elarian had managed to throw down the spider on the room. Nellis was swinging his torch and axe left and right, not actually hitting anything. But the movement stopped the now slightly burned roof-spider from attacking, which gave a good opportunity for the third guard to strike it down from behind.

Gorbad shook his head and stood up. He looked around, confused that the battle was over so quickly. None of them was serious hurt, Gorbad probably the most of them all and that was merely a grand head-ache. They dragged the bodies out of the way and threw them next to the passage they'd come from. One of the guards shouted from the other side of the room and pointed at an object in the webs. It was unmistakably a dead human, who hadn't been dead for more than a day or two at most. The body was covered in spider web, one feet had been gnawed off and the ground shone red in the light of the torches.
It was most likely one of the mercenaries. His empty eyes looked dead ahead, an expression of disbelief was painted on his face. Nellis turned around and held his hand in front of his mouth. Gorbad wondered if they should continue or not. It was possible that the mercenary had died here in this room, attacked by the spiders they'd just killed, but it was also possible he'd been killed by an unknown danger in the next room. Suddenly the exploration of the mine didn't seem like such a good idea in Gorbad’s head, but he was very curious of what they'd find deeper.

Everything had gone smooth so far. They hadn't met anything really dangerous yet and had been a large enough group not to be out-numbered by the amount of spiders here. With that encouraging thought, they continued further. Their torches had a hard time staying lit as the oxygen in the narrow passages became lower and lower. Gorbad didn't know how long they walked down this endlessly long, straight, narrow, dark passage, but when they came closer to the end the air became easier to breathe and their torches woke up from the sudden richness of oxygen. They must have been over a hundred, probably closer to two hundred, feet under the mountain. Even then, sunlight somehow found its way here. It was so bright they didn't even need their torches. Sunlight? No that couldn't be. Gorbad looked again, this time he saw the light was coming from some kind of glowing mushrooms on the walls. Gorbad had never seen something like this before.


They explored this new area and found a few drained orchalium and moonstone veins. This place would've been quite valuable if the veins still had ore, but they didn't. The unnatural, blue-green glow from the mushrooms gave this place an unworldly beauty. Gorbad looked around him. He saw Nellis and Elarian. One of the guards was poking a glowing mushroom. Another was looking around him just like Gorbad was, with a worried expression on his face. Where was the third guard? A blood-chilling scream suddenly broke the silence. Everyone jumped and looked towards the source of the sound, the outer area that lead to another great unknown. A violent stream of blood followed the scream, Gorbad couldn't believe his eyes. The blood exploded all the way to the other side of the cave, around 40 feet. Crushed brain and hundreds of pieces of entrails also smashed against the walls. Gorbad’s heart stopped and his dark green Orcish skin went pale as a snowflake as he watched the terrifying scene. What in oblivion had just happened? It wouldn't take long before they found an answer to that question...

A dark, blue-black creature entered the cave. It was bloody and filled with gore, bits of human and clothing was stuck all over it. Its eyes glowed ice-blue and it let out a horrible sound, like a thousand dying cockroaches. The creature stood three feet tall when it crawled into sight. It then stood up in its full height, standing on its four back-legs that looked like thick, dark curved swords. It was easily 6 feet tall and stood as high as any of the five horrified explorers. It had claws around its mouth, razor sharp teeth and two equally sharp fore-legs, which luckily weren't longer than a feet and a half. The creature opened its mouth. Gorbad’s eyes couldn't become any wider at this point, for if they had they'd have popped out of his head, but you could fit a whole watermelon in the things mouth and have room to spare. Nellis took a few steps away from the creature, towards the narrow exit they'd come from. Not a bad idea, so they all did that and hoped the creature wouldn't attack them.

Gorbad realized his mace was probably one of the best weapons against this beast, since it had a pretty thick natural armor. Nevertheless, Gorbad backed away as well. Elarian might be able to come up with some crazy plan how to deal with this creature, but escaping was the best option without a doubt... Nellis reached the passage, crouched and began climbing back the way they'd come from, heart-beating like a million drums of doom. When the Chaurus realized this it charged towards the passage and blocked the path for the two remaining guards, Gorbad and Elarian. There was only one option left to do.. Stand and fight. Running into the great unknown darkness further in the cave where the bloody Chaurus had come from was not an option.

Gorbad smiled at the situation. If he'd die here, he'd die an honorable death in combat against a spawn of evil. He readied himself and saw the Chaurus charging into one of the guards who barely managed to dodge the razor-sharp claws, which threw the Chaurus out of balance for just a second. Gorbad managed to land a clumsy hit on the back of the creature that cracked a small amount of the thick armor. Gorbad then quickly backed away from the creature...

[Rachell Katherine]

Jormaw, Entrance to Valton, Evening.

Jormaw found in his sight a new hold that would soon be on his foot's path. He looked to the sky and found the stars patterns coming out to greet him.
He relinquished with a long sigh "maybe it would be time to settle down" he looked over to see distant lights and sound, a town perhaps.
He shrugged "The waters of this cold province look like home, of the ruined city of Lilmoth and it's still rotting banks," longingly he treaded his feet forwards;
pacing the footpath to carry his cumbersome form on over to the tall castle in the distance. He pondered while walking, remembering things he
had seen on his travels throughout Morrowind, Cyrodiil, Hammerfell, High Rock, "I hope they aren't as shrewd in their business as those Stros M'Kai merchants."

[Juanita Hernandez]

Haleth & Ulfdor, Evening

"Well I understand why your doing this though. I will accept it. Men, give them your weapons. Well get them back when were released from the barracks." The men gave them their weapons which Haleth took in his hands.

“Thanks for your understanding.” He said with a quick nod and then motioned Ulfdor to grab the Nord that was laying on the ground. Ulfdor grabbed the man and pulled him on his feet. He was slightly moaning and swayed a bit from left to right. They then waited for the Altmer to respond.

[Danel]

Julius Scipion, Valton, Evening

Julius looked up, he hadn’t really been following the conversation he sighed rolling his shoulder he replied “Well earlier at the inn I was chatting to some of the locals when these two In a drunken state Rogvir or so he calls himself more drunk than Danus here started arguing I intervened and calmed down the two or so I thought until after I arrived home and had fell asleep this drunken Idiot”.

He gestured towards Rogvir “Then breaks down my door and starts destroying my property I of course merely lost my temper and well gave him the current state he is in” he stared into the guards eyes “me and Danus here had nothing to do with any type of assault or destruction of property” Julius Hoped that would be enough to convince the Guard of his innocence.

[Justin Hankins]

Sargon Hlaalu, Nuramon's Home


As Nuramon drank the last of the matze and sujamma Sargon had poured, he smiled and laughed as his old friends showered him with praises. He continued speaking, saying that he would be delighted into building up the business of a brewery, in spite of having no knowledge of running one. "Forget running the place my friend, we will simply be purveyors, I will handle brewing and income as well as the other Hold laws that will come into play. For now, we must find able bodied men and women, ones who would like to work for us"

Sargon grinned, taking a drag from his pipe and releasing a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke. "The God's only know how many young ones would be willing to work in the finest brewery this side of Skyrim! Hah!" Soon though, Sargon grew serious, "The job, I'd like for you to undertake, Nuramon, is of security. The Black-Briars will be consumed by jealousy at our success, no? A ruthless and cunning sort, so we must think like them."


The fine-robed old Dunmer continued after taking a drink. "What I'd like for you to do, is gather a good staff for the brewery, perhaps eight in all. Along with this... " Sargon paused, looking into Nuramon's eyes. almost with a hint of guilt, "What I need for you to do, is be my eyes and ears for the other meaderies, and see if they wish to make trouble. Perhaps, using your 'gift' will help? I will be far too busy managing the brewery itself, trade and such. I need someone I can trust to keep me well informed."

Sargon poured another goblet-full of his matze, and passed it to Nuramon. "So old friend... do we have an accord?"

OOC: Not a very good post, but I've been sicker than a dog the past 3 days and can't focus. But, I hope this helps things out with our own progression Gavril.

[Laura Simmonds]

Graymane, Shimmermist mine


While looking back Elarian could see the other dispatching the other spiders, which let him deal with the two he had crippled. It didn't take more than two forceful downward strikes to part each spider from it's head. The fight had been quick, decisive and without a single injury for their side.

As they resumed the exploration, they could find a corpse, carefully wrapped in webs and stashed as provisions by the spiders. From his garb, Elarian identified him as one of the band of mercenaries he had seen in the tavern. Which begged the question of his two buddies. 'I wonder where are the two others. I don't see their gear around. Either they backed out to their buddies, or the spiders blocked the exit and they've ran deepper down. Unfortunately, the ground here is straight rock, there's no way to tell which way they went.'

As they resumed the exploration, going even deeper, they finally reached an area where the tarce of ancient exploitation resumed. This time it had been Orichalcum and moonstone, materials far more valuable than the common iron and corundum found closer to the surface. Unfortunately those veins were depleted. Elarian's experience with mine had been only from guarding them or clearing them of the odd infestation of human or animal vermin, but he knew it meant digging exploration galleries to search for new ore veins. Something that could be done only by either sinking a lot of money up front or waiting for the common ore to bring in the same sum.

The area was also fairly brightly lit by the blue-green mushrooms growing on the walls. A good thing as it would save on torches cut he need for ventilation, but he didn't like the light, something in that place had him on the edge. A feeling grown from his years of soldiering that he had grown to trust. Even if his conscious mind didn't know it, something there made his instinct scream 'danger'. Which meant he kept his blade t the ready and his back to the wall.

The danger manifested itself soon, when a blood-curling scream emerged from deeper in the cavern. Soon followed by a disgusting spray of blood and other bits of what had been and human being. But had been ground int sausage filling and spat back. The cause of both the scream and spray soon barged in, some big and heavily armored insect. Elarian cursed and started backing toward the way they came, following a frantic Nellis, but the critter didn't feel like letting his meal out and rushed at a gallop to block the way out.

At least it makes things clear, the only way out is through. But the damn thing is as heavily armored as an imperial knight. I'll have to be fancier than I like, but it should work...

Wit hthe insect's attention fixed on Gorbad, who just dented it's back, Elarian was free to act. He spoke a quick incantation and walked to the creature, sword loosely held in one and, he other glowing with magic. He waited a fraction of seconds as the creature opened it's mouth wide again to bite at the orc and slapped it's back, releasing his spell. The strands of the magic ran all over it , sheathing it's form and running through it's nerves, holding the creature still. The spell wouldn't last long, but Elarian didn't need much time. A forceful world released a second spell, wrapping his sword's blade in crackling electricity. Elarian moved quickly to face the creature, then pushed the sword down for a point strike aimed straight at the mouth, angling the blow do shove down about two feet of blade and lighting down it's throat., killing it on the spot.

Elarian quickly scanned the area, making sure the creature was lone, the pulled his sword out. It took planting a feet on it and grasping the guard with two hands to manage to get out, but it finally went out. He looked back at Gorbad and the two surviving guard, looking confident, as if that sort of fight was routine for him. It wasn't and he felt some worry about what other horrors might come out, but his long experience in the field let him keep it out. 'Now that this thing is out of the way, I suggest we follow Nellis. And maybe he can range a cave in or something on the way, to make sure that whatever is living down there doesn't come up to pay a visit. I don't think the two last mercenaries are in a condition to object about it.'

[Albert Wesker]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Shimmermist Mine, Evening

Gorbad was sure he'd die. The Chaurus turned to face him and was ready to lunge at him, mouth wide open. He raised his shield and hoped it'd block the impact. When no attack happened, he looked up and saw that the Chaurus was dead. Elarian had calmly pierced it and was trying to pull his sword back out again. It was a surreal situation. Elarian said:
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'Now that this thing is out of the way, I suggest we follow Nellis. And maybe he can range a cave in or something on the way, to make sure that whatever is living down there doesn't come up to pay a visit. I don't think the two last mercenaries are in a condition to object about it.'
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Just then Nellis came back and congratulated on the great kill. The two guards looked uneasy and glared at the darkness from which the Chaurus had come from. Gorbad inspected the Chaurus. The skin of this creature would make for some nice armor. He tried to lift the creature and was surprised how light it was. They all thought on what Elarian had said, so Gorbad opened his food-pack and gave everyone a small piece of fruit and bread to eat while they were thinking. Nellis was the one to break the silence.
"I suggest we look just a little further."
That was precisely what the two guards were doing at this time and when they came back they looked confused and said,
"It's a dead-end."
"What… That can't be right." Gorbad thought. "How would such a big creature survive down here?" A bizarre idea entered Gorbad's mind. What if the Chaurus was like a boss over the spiders? "Yeah right, drink more mead Gorbad." He thought and laughed silently. Elarian had a good point about the other two mercenaries that were supposed to have visited the mine. Or were they? Gorbad recalled hearing that only one of the mercenaries was supposed to enter and clear the mine. If that was the case, they'd already found his body. It wasn't surprising that he was dead either; it's not easy to take on five or more spiders at the same time.

A little further exploration showed that this place was indeed, a dead-end. There were no holes in the roof or ground, nor any passaged on the walls. The only way out was the small tunnel they've come from. Nellis jumped up and down from joy when he found an orchalium ore vein that wasn't depleted. Gorbad found a moonstone vein as well. This mine turned out to be quite a good idea after all. Now they'd just have to decide what to do with it. Nellis couldn't work here alone; it would be far too dangerous. They'd have to talk to the Jarl about this.
"I suggest we speak with the Jarl and have him arrange a guard-barrack at the entrance. It looked easy enough do defend and would be worth the investment." Gorbad said. He walked over to the Chaurus and began collecting the creature’s chitin in the now empty food-bag. The small bag didn't fit more than a third of all the chitin on it. Nellis grabbed an equally large amount of it. "Let's leave this place for now." He said and walked out. The others followed. They stopped by the wolves and took their pelts before continuing back to Valton. Gorbad was surprised to see it was already evening. They must've been down there for at least four or five hour.

Once they reached Valton, the two guards went straight to the Jarl. Gorbad and Nellis dropped by Gorbad's forge. There he quickly changed to his blacksmiths clothing, thankful that the weight of the iron armor was gone. Then they followed the guards to the Jarl. Elarian followed them as well. What would happen now? Gorbad was unsure.

[Danel]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Evening

A peculiar fellowship entered the mine. Two dusty and dirty guards, an equally dusty nord and dunmer, and a blacksmith orc entered Gudslott Hall. Oh yes, now the Jarl remembered. This was the mine searching group. He welcomed them and asked what news they had. It took a while for the two guards to explain what had happened, precisely what they had found and that they'd lost one of their friends down there. Gorbad and Nellis filled in the story at some points, but the guards told most of it.

The Jarl understood the situation. Four guards should be enough to defend the mine and protect the mine, Nellis, while he was working there. He'd need to hire a mason to build the place up. He summoned his writer and told him to write and announcement and put it in and outside of the inn. It said, "Mason required. Meet the Jarl at any point from morning to evening." The writer hastily wrote that down and was on his way.

Now was the matter of rewarding these brave souls for clearing the mine. The Jarl summoned the treasurer and handed each of them one hundred and fifty gold, except for the miner, whom he gave only fifty gold and the right to mine any ore he found in there. The party split up as the Jarl returned to his duties and the two guards went back to the guard barracks. Gorbad went back to his forge; he's have to deliver the iron shipment to the shop-keeper. Nellis returned to his room on the inn for now.

[Crystal Birch]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, His forge and the general store, Evening.

The iron armor, mace and shield were in a good shape, even after the mine incidents. Nevertheless, Gorbad took some time polishing and repairing the armor. He gave a curious look at the chitin he'd brought with him from the mine, cogs were turning in his head when he thought of what the material could be used to. Most likely not the one-time use armor Elarian had ordered. He'd need to wait for Nellis to dig up moonstone for that armor. Gorbad shrugged, grabbed everything in the iron shipment and walked slowly to the general store. Someone else than the man who he'd made the deal with opened the door. It was a young nord woman who introduced herself as Annika. Gorbad greeted politely and explained the situation. He'd made a deal with the former owner of this place, Theadas, to forge an iron shipment for the payment of 600 gold. Annika nodded and took out a paper from under the desk. It showed the deal, signed with Theadas signature. The young nordic woman grabbed a bag of gold, exactly 550 gold, and gave them to Gorbad. He wasn't going to complain. Gorbad dropped the gear at good storage-point-of-view places in the shop and accepted the bag of gold with a warm smile on his face and walked back to his forge.

[noa zarfati]

Roymund Inventius, Valton farm. Evening.

“Open the door for the Captain of the guards!” a voice bellowed, following three loud knocks at the door.

Roymund woke up suddenly, pulling himself up with the aid of the crates he looked around the room. He saw the young Breton sleeping by the fire but Alguidar was nowhere to be seen "Hope he hasnt gone looking for his friend alone.." he thought, arranging his knife upon his belt. He slid it behind his back, He had not yet met the city guard and felt wary of such aggression when knocking.

He looked across to the sleeping girl "Shame to wake her over nothing.." he wondered. Then walked to the door, Peering through the keyhole he could make out a cluster of atleast a couple guards, clearly difined by their uniforms.

Opening the door, he took in the mens faces. Mostly Nords, but amongst them was a Dunmer. Roymund took him as the captain, but addressed the man infront of him
"Can i help you, friend?" he spoke in a friendly manner.

[GabiiE Liiziiouz]

Haleth and Ulfdor, Julius’ house, Evening

“Still you’ll have to join us at the barracks where the captain shall formely write down your own view on the events. We are sorry for the nuisance but we are ordered to do this by the new captain.” Haleth explained. “We won’t keep you long. And the sooner this is done, the sooner the guilty one can pay to fix the damages.”

“I’ll bring this one to th dungeons, alright. He might need some healing before he can speak.” Ulfdor said,while he walked towards the door carrying the nord with him. Haleth nodded and motioned the others to follow him. “let’s go, the sooner this is done, the sooner we can grab some sleep.”

Daikanos, Alguidar’s Farm, evening.

Just as Daikanos was about to simply kick the door in, a man, Imperial opened the it. "Can i help you, friend?" he spoke in a friendly manner.

Daikanos didn’t wait to be asked inside but simply sidestepped past the man, with an elegance you wouldn’t grant him at first side, and entered the farm. It was somewhat empty and he saw a female sleeping next to the fire. He turned his attention towards the man that had opened the door.

“Yes, you can. Are you the owner of the farm? Have you seen strange things this midday on the road? A large group of people? A wounded horse? Strange behaviour? Anything that could point towards bandits?”

Nuramon, At Home.

Sargon explained that he needed him to take care of security, something Nuramon did not need any extensive knowledge of brewery for. When Sargon mentioned Nuramon could use his gift to ensure it, Nuramon immediately looked around to make sure no one was looking in through the windows and he concentrated to make sure no one was eavesdropping at the door or some place else. When he was sure they were alone he nodded.

Sargon poured another drink and asked if they had an accord. Nuramon accepted the goblet and placed it at his lips. After taking a sip, he grinned. “Ofcourse, The Black-briars won’t know what hit them when they’ll see their numbers plummet to the depths.” He said. “Don’t worry about security. I’ll have it covered.”

He started cleaning the table and while he washed the dishes and placed everything away he tried to calculate the cost. “How much would it cost to set up this bussines anyway?”

OOC: Sorry for the time at Nuramon's post, there it's still morning but after their bussines talk is done I'll skip him to evening Glad, to get this thing rolling, Jonas.

[Kirsty Collins]

Jormaw, Gudslott Hall, Evening.

After a tiresome walk on the hold's road he finally reached his destination- Gudslott Keep, though he wouldn't know this name yet.
He crept into a brightly lit room, hoping that the nords here would be a little friendlier than ones encountered in other holds of Skyrim.
From his position he saw a few figures enter into the hall, he waited untill they left to make his appearence known to the man of interest.

He wondered his thoughts in his native language of Jell, like a creeping song his thoughts connected to one another in a symphony
of grafting intelligence. To each note gave but a whisper of the mind's conversation: a need for gold? or will this be enough? maybe not.
Jormaw hissed, thinking to himself "These men and their currency, times, acts. All such careless, untrue, thoughts." He went to face the Jarl.

"Milord Jarl, my name is Jormaw, humble son of the kingdom of Argonia," he spied the room for any onlookers, whilst continuing:
"I wish to make residence in your hold. Hopefully to your benefit, if you'll have me." He adjusted his arms to his waist before slyly calming his mood,
"If you have need for staple supplies of fish, alchemical ingredients or any jobs of the aquatic kind; I can definitely provide."

He slapped his tail against the ground carefully, impatiently awaiting a response from the large man.

[Jessie Rae Brouillette]

Jacqueline, Valton Farm, Evening.

Jacqueline was woken by an unfamiliar voice. She sat up in bed, still half asleep.

"Oy, who's this giant Ash Elf 'ere*?" She asked with a groggy voice. "What's goin' on?"


* In High Rock Ash Elf is their term for Dark elf. She isn't trying to be rude when she says that.