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Welcome to 'Valton: The New Hold', RP Thread #4


Previous RP Threads:
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1335789-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread/page__fromsearch__1
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1338764-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread-2/
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1356024-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread-3/

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


Current events:
Daedric princes have their eyes on the town of Valton. Shimmermist mine has been successfully cleared and currently waiting for the mason to go there and build some fortifications there. Bandits have set a camp in a cave near Valton and soon something big might happen with the bandits situation...
Plenty of new faces in Valton as well.

Head over to the http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1362757-valton-the-new-hold-ooc-sign-up-thread-ix/ for further information and questions.

[Charlotte X]

Jormaw, Valton Farm, Late Morning.

The argonian limped back into a hunched position, he followed suit with his scaled brow forming into what could be described as a look of surprise. As he
was now convinced of their intent and thus backed away. "Ah, well, I heard from the inn about a civilian's death on the road recently." "I'm deeply
sorry about this, uh, little clover, for as you can see.." "Well, I thought you two were the very bandits that I had heard about.. in the inn."

He stumbled for speech, a flash of memories came into his mind..
' "Stop! stop! don't hurt him! don't hurt my father!" "the spear is headless; but is it rusted or lost?" "are you alright? Clover? where is your papa?" '
The argonian dainted for a moment or two, day dreaming hazily thoughts from the Hist's whisper. But, suddenly he regained consciousness and shrugged.

"I am.. huhmmm.. sorry.. Alguidar, is it? didn't mean that. Well.. not for you, you." He searched his satchel and placed ten gold on the table.
Jormaw brokered into conversation once more "This is for the trouble that I didn't mean to make." He backed away, allowing his offer to simmer tensions.


OOC: This is a repost from RP Thread #3 if anyone didn't catch it. Smig, read through that last thread's events.

[Ana Torrecilla Cabeza]

Tippen Lucius, 5 days ago, at night, Black Skull Bandit Solitude HQ

Tippen entered the meeting area for what would be the last time in his life. Whether he would leave on his own two legs, or his corpse carried out by others was still to be seen. An older man with silver hair with black highlights here and there sat at the head of the table. His father, Octavius, was the man, and he was the chapter president. The room was remarkable by thief standards. The Bandits had been able to buy the building and furnish it with their front business, Black Skull Imports. The smuggling ring that now enveloped Tamriel had grown tremendously during the Great War, as both sides needed weapons, hostages, people killed, and the upper brass had an affinity for skooma. They had been able to set up a legitimate business since then, but continued in the ludicrous smuggling business that they had become famous for.

The room had a cherry wood finish on the walls, portraits of some of the greatest moments the Black Skull Bandits took part in, and wanted posters of local chapter members from one point or another, all framed. In the center of it was an enormous wooden table with a skeleton wielding a sword in his right hand and a staff in his left hand carved into it. Each member of the chapter had their own chair, and sitting in someone else’s chair was grounds for a duel. It signified that someone believed you didn’t belong in the gang. Only full members of the gang were allowed into the meeting room unless it was initiation or of the utmost importance.

Today, there were three initiates waiting to hear the verdict. First, though, Tippen’s business overruled the initiation. He stood as his father asked if any of the members had business to attend to. Octavius Lucius said, “We knew this day would come sometime soon, son. So what is it you bring to the table?”

Tippen replied, “I have grown uncomfortable living within the Black Skull Bandits. Rather than leave Skyrim, I would request to leave the organization. I feel as if I cannot contribute myself fully in my current mental state, and I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me brothers. With that said, I am formally requesting to end my membership of the Black Skull Bandits.”

Octavius thought long and hard before he responded. He finally said, “My son, this hurts me more than you could know. However, you are my flesh and blood, and if the members agree to let you leave you may. So we shall take it to a vote. Who agrees to let Tippen leave the organization without grievance, and let him forge a new way into this world?”

All ten members raised their hands, and Octavius said, “Tippen Lucius, you are hereby relieved of your title of member of the Black Skull Bandits. You will no longer have access to Bandit treasuries, armories, or facilities unless you wish to utilize our services. However, you will not turn in your buckle, and we will not cover your brand. I want you to be reminded every day of who and what made you into the man you are. Should we need your services in the future, we will contact you. Finally, I say this as a father. I love you my son, and I hope one day you will rethink this grave mistake. You are dismissed and banned from this and all Black Skull Bandits and Imports facilities until further notice. You are also reminded of your vow of silence. You may leave now.”

With that Tippen left and gathered his gear from his room within the facility. He made sure to take his coin purse as well. The 3000 gold he had would be necessary to get him to the new hold, Valton. He imagined he would be a lumberjack and live in the peace and serenity of a new city.

Tippen Lucius, On the road, near Valton Farm, Late Morning


Tippen had taken the better part of a week getting to his location. Walking from Solitude and dodging highwaymen and wildlife didn’t exactly help. Tippen needed a rest though, as he had been walking for about 4 hours straight at this point. As he walked on the path, he came upon what appeared to be a farm. Maybe they could spare something to drink and eat. Plus, it would give me a chance to greet my soon to be neighbors, he thought.

He checked his map to make sure he was close to Valton, and it appeared so. He approached the small farmhouse and knocked on the door. Only after this did he think about how he was dressed. He still had on his black leather armor and the cloak. He was also suddenly aware that he had been wearing the hood on his cloak, and in a small effort to appear friendlier, he let the hood drop behind his head. There was no hiding his bow, sword, quiver, and dagger though. He would just hope that the kind people of his new home would understand that he had been travelling for five days now.

[Francesca]

Alguidar, Valton Farm, Late Morning

Blinded, Alguidar could hear the Argonian footsteps approaching. He started to swing the axe but, before he could finish the motion, the Argonian stopped the axe in its tracks. The farmer clumsily stepped around the house, without being able to see where he was stepping, until the axe was finally taken away from him. He stepped back, with one hand trying to clear his eyes and the other frantically trying to catch anything that could be used as a weapon. He could hear the Argonian and Jack exchanging words. "I must strike him while he's distracted!" he thought. He eventually got his hands on a small metal cooking pot. He kept trying to clear his sight, he could barely see the Argonian's back.

Still unaware of what he was holding, Alguidar lifted the pot in the air and as he prepared to charge, the Argonian turned into him. His stance, neutral. Untroubled by Alguidar's impending attack. He was apologizing, saying he misunderstood the farmer for a bandit. Alguidar was inflamed with rage, ready to make the trespasser leave, but the noise of a coin purse, hitting the table, got his attention. The Argonian could clearly overpower both residents, still, he was willing to give 10 gold for the troubles. His apology had to be honest. Plus, 10 gold is a lot of gold after the farmer dropped everything to buy the farm.

Still holding on to the pot, the farmer slowly approached the bag of gold. He grabbed it, couldn't quite make out the coins but its weight seemed appropriate. He looked around the room, he could see the shape of the small Breton behind the door.

"Jacqueline? Are you hurt?"

[John Moore]

Jacqueline, Valton Farm, Late Morning.

"No" she replied. "No, I ain't hurt."

It seemed like the Argonian had lost his will to fight and realised the mistake he had made. She was slightly surprised by the man's wish to pay for the trouble he caused, but she guessed she would never understand the ways of the lizard folk. She assumed the man would not be causing any more trouble so she stepped to the side to get to the kitchen counter where she found a clean rag and soaked it in water before offering it to Alguidar, holding it close to his hands. "Try usin' this," she said.

Turning her eyes back to the stranger, she asked "who are ya anyway?"

Before the Argonian could answer, another knock sounded at the door. "What now?" she muttered, slightly annoyed at all these disturbances mucking up an otherwise fine morning.

[saxon]

Jormaw, Valton Farm, Late Morning.

Jormaw hesitated into speech, "Oh you would not want to do that, little clover. Water will only make it worse, try this."
The saxhleel walked up to Alguidar's general direction and handed him a small black bottle of ointment.
He wavered his arms and hands in an explaining tone "Two drops in each eye should do the trick. They'll water but it'll clear the bonemeal."

The answer he would give to Jacqueline's question was redirected to Alguidar, as the little human became busy with a new guest.
"Name's Jormaw. A fisherman by trade." He paused, "I'm here on business, in actuality. If you just so happened to be wondering. "
He gave out a comforting smile after saying this. "I've recently bought a small lodging up the road, near the town" he said as he swayed his tail.

"Technically speaking, I'm your new neighbour. Heh, sorry for all the trouble." He tried to mimic the orc smith's handshake gesture in offer to Alguidar.

[Kay O'Hara]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, his forge, midday.

The roar of the forge and heat were a calming sound to Gorbad. Now that he had no visitors anymore he could focus on his smithing fully. When he inspected the steel he'd created from Shimmermist Mine's ores, he was surprised by how strong it was. Sometimes an abandoned mine's ore veins can be damaged by natural forces, but Nellis had skillfully taken only the best ore with him. For the time being he let the two newly created steel ingots lay on his workbench and turned his attention to the wood piece. It was birch and would be good for a spear. But first he'd need to make it the right size. Judging from the handshake with Jormaw, he began working on the wood to make it fit the argonian hand perfectly. It didn't take long before he was satisfied by the result, the spear would be 6 feet long, not counting the steel tip.

But in order to make the wooden part last long, he needed to reinforce it with a number of different hot liquids. They created a glue-like, very thin surface on the wood. Ones it dried, it'd become a water-proof, hard surface that would at the same time protect the wood from damage. You'd be able to hit the shaft of the spear with an axe without it going all the way through. Sure, the impact would still destroy the spear, but any smaller impacts than that wouldn't hurt the spear.

Gorbad let the shaft dry and began working on the spear-head. The argonian wanted it for fishing, so an extremely narrow edge with a hook-like for at the end would be perfect. This way, it'd pierce the fish easily and catch it when he pulled the spear back to him. The steel quickly formed into a light steel tip for the spear. Gorbad decided to create an additional piece of this to the spear, something of a complex attachment. He smiled while he worked, surely the argonian would be glad of this little extra piece. What Gorbad created was something that looked like two very narrow spear-heads, similar to the original spear-head, but attached to each other with a steel-bar. In the middle of the steel-bar was a hole, slightly wider than the wooden spear-shaft. With the shaft now dry, Gorbad had attached the regular spear head on the shaft and reinforced the steel-end of the spear with an inch or two of extra steel, with a spiral-like pattern.

With a smile on his face, Gorbad put on the two-headed spear-tip on the spear and locked it in place with a steel-ring with the same spiral shape as the steel. What he now held in his hand was a three-edged spear, all three edges narrow but perfect for fishing. The beauty was that the extra two could be taken away at any time. Yes, Jormaw should indeed be very pleased at this spear.

Humming an orcish artist’s weird tune, "Dawn Patroller", he began working on the arrow heads.

[James Potter]

Alguidar, Valton Farm, Midday

"I'm not putting your oils in my eyes, lizard!" Said Alguidar, still holding a grudge. He accepted the moist towel from Jacqueline and rubbed his eyes for little improvement. He could see better but the fine grains of bone meal in his eyes were still quite painful.

Another door knock, this time easily recognizable. He looked at his axe, broken, on the floor. There was also a knife on the ground. If there was trouble he could catch it in time to defend himself, he thought. The Argonian was introducing himself in the meantime.

"A fisherman, he says!" Alguidar smiled at the thought of his supposed occupation. The aggression. The skill. The strength. He was obviously more than a mere fisherman.

"Right. Right. I know the house you speak of. Abandoned." Between all the blinking and the rubbing of his eyes, he could see the Argonian's arm extended, expecting a handshake. He reluctantly shook the Argonian's hand while he continued with distrust stamped on his face. "Jormaw, is it? Your kind is scarce around here. You just came here to fish, heh?"

[Quick Draw III]

Jormaw, Valton Farm, Midday.

The argonian followed the weakened eyes of the nord to eventually peer at the knife he had knocked out of Jacqueline's hand.
He thought the nord was still distrustful of him, so he concluded "better to keep the claw away from the bear." So from his left claw's position,
Jormaw slowly attempted to pick up the knife, not trying to startle the nord into action. He then dismantled the blade from the hilt, placing them on the table.

Now that the threat was removed, he decidely added himself back into the conversation; responding to Alguidar's slightly abrasive attitude:
"My kind is ashamedly absent here. You'd think some argonians from Riften and Windhelm docks would turn up to try a new life."
"Oh and yes, I came here to fish.. yes. Would you happen to know anything about the local river?" "Anything I should watch out for?"

[jodie]

Rolaf. Morning to midday

To the Nord's surprise, he was released from prison. Despite losing all of his equipment he had to leave Valton. He quickly left and head Northwest. As he was travelling on a road he suddenly dashed right and headed to the forrest. He is sprinting to the cave After making to the entrance Valborn, who was about to go look out for some guards, asked "Where were you?" "I have no time to explain elf." He replied. He wished he could get rid of Ulag, Valborn, and any of the foreign races from the group. But Wolfgar would never listen to him.

He entered wolfgar's quarters and told him the story. "I have gotten arrested, but it had nothing to do with the gang." he said to his leader. "Then what you were interrogated about?" Said Wolfgar. "It was yester evening. I was hitting on a woman, an Imperial interfered, we got in a bar fight. One of those elves came. I was mad, so I followed the elf to his home and attacked him only to be arrested later." "I told you to keep a low profile, and you got in a brawl? You're not going to like this. I'm busy right now but in an hour, you'll get punished for this, get out of my face"

[Katie Louise Ingram]

Jacqueline

"Oy, what in blazes are ya doin with ma tools?" she yelled at the Argonian. "How'd ya like it if I snapped clear yer fishin' pole?" She grabbed the two pieces and glared at him. Putting it back together would be impossible without the help of a smith that knew how to make andd repair masonry tools.
She decided it would be better if she got away from the stranger before he broke anything else she owned. Or she broke him. She was very tempted to snap his claws off one by one.

She pushed her way out the door and past the man who had knocked on the door. "Outta my way," she sneered at him as she walked off towards the barn.

[Angela Woods]

Alguidar, Valton Farm, Midday

As Alguidar waited for a reply, the Argonian deliberately and methodically dismantled Jacqueline's knife before asking a casual question about the river. The question barely registered with Alguidar. He was stunned at the Argonian's behavior as he stared at him. Jaqueline had enough. She took the knife and left.

"You're standing on my farm, lizard. Are you done trashing things in my house?" He said, furious with his guest. "You have spent my hospitality. Leave."

[Danger Mouse]

Valton, late morning-midday
Leandra

Thumbing her chin with her Dwemer metal-clad finger, Leandra watched as the presumed farmer excused himself and hurried away, realizing perhaps a bit too late that she'd neglected to thank him. Oh well, he seemed way too distracted by Dwemer-ness to care anyway... A lack of irritation that only came with experience that was extensive indeed in the field of odd looks by strangers was notable in her thoughts. It used to be she felt quite irritated by the way most people could only ever stare at her arm; by now, however, she'd gotten used to it happening so often that feeling bothered every time was just unhealthy.

Strangers' fixation on her equipment slipped from her mind almost immediately as the Nibenese focused on going over the options now laid out before her instead. Apart from the obvious candidate for employment, the keep, the supposed farmer had also made mention - very vague mention, but mention nonetheless - of the guards' barracks and an inn.

Barracks sounds like a no go. I'm not guard material, the uniform would make me itchy anyway... Plus, I'd rather not deal with some small town would-be 'first and last defense of the law' or whatever. Leandra smirked to herself, not really considering the fact standing still in the middle of the street with a wry smile on her face wasn't helping her case as a 'normal person'. They might cramp my style. Can't have that happening, now can we.

As for the inn... Her gaze wandered over to the larger building that had been pointed out to her. 'Helas' Folly', the sign read; what the Nords found wrong with an old-fashioned 'Tiber's Rest' or 'The Dining Septim', she'd never know. Well, it might be home to some or other townsperson who has some convenient goblin problems to take care of or whatever; it's like the only thing they can think of when something like that happens is to sit in an inn and mope... But a town this size, I wouldn't bet on it. And even if they have a bounty for some bandit there, it's probably come from Riften and leads me to the other side of the bloody Hold.

All things considered, it seemed she had the same old option left. The small cloud of steam that had gathered above her while she stood still dispersed, the pipe finding itself on the move again. The Jarl it is.

Picking up the pace a bit, it didn't take the oddball mercenary long to find her way to Valton's keep, sitting rather obviously as it was at the southern edge of the town. Hastily, she called on some of her knowledge of proper ettiquette and posture (as much as any of it was applicable when there was a steaming tube sticking out of her shoulder and her entire right arm seemed to suffer from a severe case of inflation), stopping before the guards with what she figured for a friendly smile.

"Sooo... guarding, huh?" Leandra gestured somewhere in the general direction of the keep with her left hand. "If you folks don't much mind, I'd like to be brought before your illustrious Jarl for a cha- I mean, polite discussion over employment possibilities. Unless I need to make an appointment beforehand or something."

[joseluis perez]

Two guards, outside the keep, midday

The guards had heard of the bandit-chase and placed their bets on how the out-come of the job would look. The two guards standing outside the keep were both qualified as too clumsy for this mission and so they'd generously betted for the mission to fail horribly. At least something amusing for those guards who didn't get to see any action.

The two guards were hardly paying attention to what was going on around them, but that changed as an extremely weird looking figure approached the keep with determined steps. One of the guards felt uneasy by the clunk of bronze colored steel on the young females arm and put his hand closer to his sword without thinking. The guard on the right side calmed him down and remained rational at the odd sight. The woman spoke to them, something most visitors didn't bother with.

"Sooo... guarding, huh?" She said with a normal conversational tone.
"yeah obviously, what does it look like.. weirdo.." The guard on the left thought to himself, hand still slightly closer to his sword than necessary. She continued:
"If you folks don't much mind, I'd like to be brought before your illustrious Jarl for a cha- I mean, polite discussion over employment possibilities. Unless I need to make an appointment beforehand or something."

The guard on the left was just about to say something venomous and tell her the Jarl was off-limits, but an angry looked from the guard on the right made him rethink. Instead, the guard on the right answered, trying to sound as authoritarian as he could.
"I'm sure the Jarl has time to talk with you, but I'm afraid we can't let you enter him carrying... that." He nodded at the now heavily steaming chunk of dwemer machinery. For all the guard knew, it could be a lethal weapon from legends he'd heard. Dwemers were supposed to have explosive bolts and powerful magical artifacts, so he wouldn't take any chances.
"Don't worry, it'll be kept safe until you return from the visit."

The guard on the left grunted in agreement and they both awaited the woman's reply, hoping they hadn't made the biggest mistakes of their lives...

[Harry Leon]

Roymund Inventius, Arriving at Valton Farm. Late Morning.

Roymund had trudged along the vague paths along to Alguidars farmstead, his mind was set on his thoughts and had cast of the humming idea as a bad job. "Wonder how long this Alguidar fellow will allow me lodgings?" he thought, his subconcious guided his feet as he stepped around loose rockfalls scattered by the road. "A day or two, perhaps 'til the end of the week.. What day is it anyway?.." His mind wandered off topic, and his thoughts collapsed back to reality.

As he arrived by the farm, he spotted a cloaked man standing by the farmdoor who appeared the be alittle taken back by something. The stranger was quite heavily armed, and showed the signs of a traveller, he seemed to watching something towards the barn. "Bugger me sides ways" he mumbled, his free hand instinctively swung back for one of his arrows, He notched in in his already drawn bow "Looks like he could be a bandit, likely of the gang who killed Alguidar's friend." he thought, crouching down slightly and making for the surrounding bushes by the road.

Keeping the arrow notched in his bow, he dashed through the foliage surrounding the farms fence. Once behind the barn, he leveled one foot on the bottom rung of the fence, and propelled himself over. He dropped quietly on the the ground, maintaining his lowered stance. He shifted silent towards the barn, as he moved he spotted Jacquline inside the barn fiddling with her belongings. A moment of panic spread through his mind "Surely she'd have noticed him.." he thought, edging evermore along the barn.

He reached the edge behind the barn, The stranger was clear in his sight, standing out in the open he'd be an easy shot with Roymunds Marksmanship. He stepped out suddenly, and announced his presence with a loud bellow "State your busienss here, Stranger!" He straightend his back, pulling the arrow tight within the bows string. "If you're just a traveller you've nothing to fear, now your business?!" He did his best to appear threatening, though the fact he had the drop on this traveller may be enough of an intimidation factor for the traveller, At least thats what Roymund hoped.

[Samantha Mitchell]

Valton, midday
Leandra

Tilting her head slightly, the young mercenary observed the guards closely as one talked and both gave off plenty of signals for her to pick up on beneath the talking. It was quite clear that one was rather uncomfortable with her, in the hostile way; the other, on the other hand, seemed more promising, even chastising his comrade with a quick glance at one point from what she could tell.

But then, of course, he had to ruin everything with the concern.

"Uh-uh... Yeeeaaah..." Leandra's voice trailed off with a slight note of uncertainty to it as she glanced from the more hostile guard back to the vocal one. Here's your chance, break it to them gently. And a reasonable explanation in three, two, one...

Unceremoniously, the Nibenese pulled the wider right sleeve of her coat up to the elbow. Well, crap, nice going. There goes that plan.

The sight revealed to the guards was unusual, if one were to be kind; or downright disturbing, if one were to be frank. From the slightly clunky Dwemer gauntlet on her arm extended four pistons, surrounding the limb front, back, left and right. That was far from it, however - small, sleek tubes came down from further up in her sleeve, connected to her flesh in a way that seemed rather intrusive and painful; the pistons themselves stayed on her by nearly cutting into her flesh with metal clamps of a sort, while the gauntlet too seemed to be holding onto her rather tightly by similar means.

"So it doesn't exactly come off easily, y'know?" With a cheerful smile that seemed inappropriate given the amount of metal clinging onto her arm, Leandra let her sleeve fall back over the rather unsightly apparatus, thusly also covering the scars that dotted her arm, old and fresh alike. As if to further affirm her point, a silent clang could be heard from somewhere around her elbow, followed by a slightly larger puff of steam.

Scratching a cheek with her left hand (and hoping the guards weren't also predisposed to faintly glowing Daedric runes as were etched into the leather of her fingerless glove), the young Imperial shrugged. "Look, how's a compromise sound, I can leave Veronica," She indicated with her thumb the Dwemer crossbow on her back. "And my sidearm here with one of you - so long as you take good care of them! - and the other can accompany me inside to keep an eye so I don't make a mad dash for the Jarl or whatever."

Though, if I was here to kill the bugger, A more cynical part of her mind pitched in. I'd just have given you a punch and a bolt to the face the old Dwemer way and went on my merry way.

[Daddy Cool!]

Tippen, Valton Farm, Midday

Tippen was about to turn to leave as the door opened. A woman walked out and brushed him aside saying, "Outta my way." He was stunned for a second, and then an Imperial in an olive tunic stepped out of the brush with a bow drawn. He yelled, "State your business here, Stranger!" and then told Tippen if he was a traveler he had nothing to fear.

Tippen knew when someone had the drop on him, and this was one of those times. He couldn't retrieve his bow from his back and ready an arrow, nor could he close the distance between him and the man and attack him with his sword or fists. Besides, this man seemed to be attempting to keep some form of order. He was probably just doing his job. Tippen replied, "I'm looking for work in Valton. I traveled to Riften from Solitude, and to here from Riften. I was hoping to introduce myself, and maybe get some fresh food. My weapons are for my protection and that reason alone. I always felt that one should know how to defend themselves with bow and sword."

He hoped this would be enough to calm the man. Most of it was true. What little bread Tippen had was stale, and he had wanted to introduce himself to someone in the town. He just hadn't planned on it being on the other end of an arrow.

[Silencio]

Roymund Inventius, Valton Farm. Late Morning

Roymund kept his bow arm strong whilst watching the stranger, he took in the details of the mans face as he offered his reasons for being there. The man was clearly imperial, and of similar age to Roymund. The Imperials face didnt show the lived in qualities of his own, but instead it offered many scars which could each tell a story, the man had obviously learnt to fight through practical methods. Clearly able to defend himself, the mans explaination for his weaponry made sense, Roymund lowered his bow slightly, though kept his arrow half-pulled through his bow.

"Very well, stranger. Hold your ground, or i'll have no choice but to drop you upon it." he said, his tone quite a suspicious one. "Jacqueline, Come out here!" he shouted "What do you think of this traveller, and where is Alguidar?" He took a couple steps forward, still keeping enough distance between himself and the traveller so he could have chance to loose an arrow at his target should he make him.

[Add Meeh]

Jacqueline, Valton Farm


Jacqueline stood by the fence to the pasture, fuming with anger and gripping the broken tool so hard that her knuckles were completely white.

"Jacqueline, come out here!" she heard Roymund shout.

"Piss off!" she shouted back. She really did not feel like talking to anyone right now, but then she sighed. None of this was Roymund's fault. There was no need to be mad at him. She turned around and went back to the house, poking her head around the corner.

"What?"

"What do you think of this traveller, and where is Alguidar?"

"Alguidar's in tha house with that slimy creep. I ain't seein' anythin' wrong with 'im," she looked at the stranger at the door in his black armour, "other than tha fact that it looks like he fell down a chimney." With a hrmph she turned and stomped off back out of sight.

[CSar L]

Jormaw, Valton Farm, Midday.

Jacqueline walked past him, appearing mad about the weapon he dismantled. He didn't realise it was a personal belonging and shrugged.
The burly nord became furious yet again before asking the saxhleel to leave. Jormaw murmered out in response "Ssh, if you wish, Alguidar."
Walking out the door, he attempted to shut it.. but yet again he must have misjudged something, because it slammed near through.

He passed the strange looking scene unfolding with impossible ignorance. He wasn't interested in their affairs at all and carried on.

A chicken approached him when he was making his way out of the front entrance to the farm, he paused to look at it for a second. His kindness
was all but spent now that he hadn't attained the prior knowledge needed to be afore wise of the river front. So with all of his strength he could
muster, his left leg lifted up, went backwards and with enough tension gathered, forced the chicken to go flying into a nearby field. Jormaw chuckled.

~~~~

Jormaw, Jormaw's River, Midday.

After walking hastily out of the farm and onto the main road, he managed to reach the river Valton in the near half hour.
On the horizon of his view was a beautiful river extending in ominous directions. It swirled in a rapid like form, around rocks,
through tiny marshes filled with frogs, torchbugs, dartwings, down high falls and into bubbling streams that extended into muddy shores.

He breathed in the crisp air of skyrim with delight. The lands were finally quiet, peaceful, unlike the nords that inhabitated them.
The saxhleel looked around for a spot that would be flowing with fish of the lands. He noticed after some exploring, a rapid waterfall
with what looked to be red fish jumping up and down it. He sat down to ponder, study their movements as they leaped through.

An idea came to him after some reluctance. From his sack he took out the two pieces of wood he had bought from the general store.
It never had occured to Jormaw that he could of offered these to Gorbad earlier, but no matter. He continued by retrieving some tools.
From his sling satchel he drew out his carving knife. He grasped the first log in his claw and began to shape it to his desired specifications.
Left strike, right strike, chop, chop, blow. Edging the knife on it's side, he scraqed the bark away to clear the wood of any impurities.

By now two trident-like poles made out of strengthened wood lay in front of him. He left the sack behind while he approached (with materials in hand)
the first rock face to the waterfall's rapid. He made his way to climb around and then on top of it. Once setting forth upon the top of the boulder
like foundation, he stabbed the first pole into dirt that made it's home within the rock. It stuck with some twisting. From here he placed a few stones
around the pole to stop it from faltering. Jormaw was pretty pleased with how it held and now the opposite rockface took up his attention.

Deciding that the spider-silk net should be cut in two, Jormaw withdrew his much sharper sea-drake dagger from the side of his garb.
He pierced the net in an upthrust pattern, stabbing quickly through the length of it. The right claw worked to move the net forwards while he did this.
It took some time to rip through most of it in accurate fashion, however the quality was better than good at the very least. The saxhleel wrapped
some of the net fold around the top left, as well as right pole points. He looked to jump the length of the small waterfall with the net and wood in hand.
Hesistating at first, due to the possible outcome that if he slipped on the middle stone seperating the two rockfaces, he could very well come out dead.

Jormaw lumped his body in a lifting motion, landing quaintly on the middle stone with ease. But it appeared to not be stable, for a segment of it came off.
Rushing now to get over to the other rockface, he throwed himself at it in a grasping spring. He missed, in only a drop from death did he now cling;
for he was now hanging from the second rockface's front side. Upwind water spat at him as if in fury of him being an intruder to the river.
The argonian was vigilant though, as he throwed the materials onto the rock and swinged his body leftward, putting him face down on top of the boulder.

Jormaw stalwartly dragged himself into a standing position to give himself balance on the jagged base. He gave a detailed look around before getting
back to his work. The last particular pole was balanced within a measured straightness from the other pole, using the newly wet silk net's position for
correcting any inaccuracies. Once this was done and the stones were put in place to hold it, he then decided to tie the net to this end as well.

The saxhleel finished by collecting a number of large stones that he digged into this river's bed- so as to use it as a stepping stone bridge to later
collect the spider-silk net's quarry. When he was completed with his task, he simply took off his upper garb to allow the sun's waves to hit him in all
their height. Comforted with how he made the day's work look easy, he went to have a little nap by an apple tree on the original embankment.

[Steeeph]

Roymund Inventius, Valton Farm. Late morning

Roymund looked blankly at the traveller, he felt embarrased having suspected the poor fellow for a bandit. He lowered his bow, and took a few steps further towards the newcomer. "You'll have to excuse my actions, we've had trouble with bandits round the hold lately." he said, adopting a more friendly tone. He kept his bow and arrow in his hands, afterall this traveller was still armed and now the gap between them had shrunk, he might try an attack.

Peering round the corner of the barn, she stood by her cart sulking. She was clearly angered by something, likely what she discribed as a "Slimey Creep". "Who could that be?" he wondered, turning back to the newcomer. "Names Roymund, local huntsman. And you are?" he asked, "I'm sure Alguidar would welcome you, though things appear to be alittle grim here at the moment. Might be wise to head into town first and come back this afternoon, I'm sure you've heard about the prices of housing here so you may want to long for a nice house." He shrugged, watching the Argonian walk past them. "The slimey creep, i presume" he thought. He looked at the Imperial, awaiting his next move.

[BRIANNA]

Tippen, Valton Farm, Midday

Tippen relaxed somewhat as the angry woman, apparently named Jacqueline, vouched for him. Though, he was a bit insulted at the bit about his armor. It was customary for a member of the gang he didn't belong to anymore to have black armor. Anyway, he replied to Roymund and said "My name is Tippen, Tippen Lucius. I've had a rough history and was hoping to become a lumberjack here in Valton. Is anyone even running the sawmill? And you're right. Things here seem to be tense, but I wouldn't mind the company of that little lady." He gave a slight head motion to Jacqueline. He wouldn't mind having few drinks with her.

He quickly noticed he was staring in the direction she had left, and said,"But yeah, I figure a new town could use a lumberjack or two, and that's what I'm here for. I suppose I will head into town for a bite to eat and maybe an ale or two. Would you be interested in joining me?"

Tippen was hoping to quickly make a friend in town, and he really could go for some food and a good stiff drink. He had been drinking nothing but water, which was fine, but he needed something with a bit of flavor.

[Alan Whiston]

Jacqueline, Valton Farm, Late Morning.

She put the tool away in a small box inside her cart. There was nothing she could do about it right now so she should just keep the razor sharp blade out of harm's way. After putting the box back in place she stood there aimlessly fiddling with the rope holding the tarp in place. After a few seconds she sneered and tossed the loose end of the rope on top of the tarp, no longer bothering with it, and walked off towards the patch of grass where Henry and Apricot were eating in the sunlight. She sat down by one of the trees and leaned her back onto it. Picking up a dandelion, she began mercilessly plucking the yellow petals off one by one.

If she ever got her hands on that giant rat she would give him a piece of her mind. Without functioning tools she wouldn't be able to get any jobs, and without jobs she would not be able to earn any money. And without money she wouldn't be able to afford food and shelter for the winter. She wasn't able to leave either, because apparently it was a miracle that she wasn't lying dead in a ditch somewhere out on the roads.
She felt her eyes began to water, but was quick to blink away the tears. There was no way that she would go back to her father in High Rock and let him mock her for being a useless kid.

Suddenly she felt something warm and slimy trail over her right ear.

"Ew, Henry! Yer gross!" she told him and used the edge of her shirt to wipe the donkey spit out of her ear. Henry replied by curling his lips and showing his teeth in a goofy-looking grin.

[Catharine Krupinski]

Xerces Redoran

Valton Entrance, Mid-Morning.

"Did you miss me Valton...?!"

"Men lets get to work!"

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Let this go down in history as the shortest post for an RP EVER! I really just wanted my character to be back, I'll start getting back in to this RP soon.

[Krista Belle Davis]

Alguidar, Valton Farm, Midday

"Bloody lizards..." Said Alguidar after he heard the door closing. He continued to moisten the towel and rubbing his eyes. He was seeing better but the feeling of sand in his eyes was still there. He looked around to the mess the Argonian caused. "Need to fix that axe" he thought. He was also puzzled by the sight of a cooking pot on the floor.

As he continued to scan the floor, he was reminded of what he was doing before this unexpected visit as he saw the crate with the apples. That also reminded him that he had not eaten breakfast yet and it seemed to be around midday already. He picked one of his apples and took a bite. "Good apple. Good land." he thought as he looked around some more. There was a tin with milk and eggs on the table. He figured Jacqueline was preparing breakfast. The milk didn't smell right, he knew cow milk, that was different. It was also too little for so many cows. "Could they be that sick? Wait. She has a goat! Must be it." he thought as he held the tin close to his nose.

Alguidar started to boil the milk and the eggs in two cooking pots.

"Bloody lizards..." he muttered once more as the pots heated up.