[Charlotte Lloyd-Jones]

Roymund Inventius, Valton Chapel. Evening.

Roymund let himself be lead across the chapel by the priests guiding hands, once he'd sat down the priest held out Roymunds arm at an odd angle. Though it felt wierd to Roymund to not be in control of his actions, he knew it was for his own good and so grudgingly did as the priest wished. Itan-Ru explained what he planned to do with the liquid and banage, and then explained that it'd be painful to say the least. "Hmmph.. perhaps to the usual townsfolk" he thought.

With a final shake of his cup, the priest poured the liquid straight onto Roymunds exposed injury. Within that split second, he knew the priest had spoken the truth. The pain almost brought tears to the Imperials eyes, though they instantly had swolen up. He let out an angered grunt, both of his arms tensed as his grip ripped into the wooden arms of the chair. The Argonian rushed to wrap the injury with his bandage while Roymund heard to distinctly worrying hissing come from his arm. He said nothing, maintaining his clawing posture against the poor chair.

"There we go. that just cleansed the infection site, and the potion you drank should take care of any residual sickness left inside your joints. That wasn't so bad was it?" Sighed the priest

"Very well, appreciated" replied the Imperial with a grim tone "How long should it take to return to it's real condition?" he asked, rising carefully from his seat.

[Verity Hurding]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, his forge, evening.

He finished yet another nail before Jack replied with a satisfied voice, "Looks perfect."
While he was shaping a third she asked how long he'd been in Valton. Gorbad wasn't sure , but it was definitely more than two weeks. Longer than most citizens in Valton actually. When he finished the third nail he answered:
"About two weeks, probably a little more. Been here longer than most citizens, not counting the guards and the jarl of course." He began hammering on a fourth nail when Alguidar came back.

The iron was easy to shape for Gorbad and he was sure it also looked easy to anyone who didn't know what metal working truly required. If you hammer too hard at the iron, it's going to make for a weak, in this case, nail. It would crack much more easily than normally. If you hammer too cautiously, without force and determination, the iron would in the long run bend and become softer than was ideal. Gorbad’s trained arms delivered the perfect amount of strength. In addition, the faster you worked the metal, the better. That was another thing Gorbad was a master at. He'd finished all eight wide-headed nails in no time. Alguidar asked about the knife, but Gorbad figured he'd let Jack explain the situation while he finished the nails. it was already getting late, the sun would soon be but a memory of the day. He tried to recall the size of the bigger nails before he began hammering on the iron again.

[Jade Barnes-Mackey]

Jacqueline

"Heh, try next year" she answered. "If I'm lucky." She got up from where she was sitting and stretched her legs. It was already getting kinda dark and the sun had begun to set. "Do ya think Roymund's back at tha farm now?" she asked Alguidar. "I'm guessin' we're goin' back soon?"

[Marcus Jordan]

Titus Aetius, Hela's Foly, Evening

Titus laughed as Danus ordered a variety of beverages, and offered to buy drinks and dinner for the whole inn.
"I had you figured for an diplomat, not an alcoholic. You're generous too. I'll take you up on your offer of a free dinner as well."
Titus patted Danus on the back, smiled again. Not only was the man paying him generously, he was offering free food. If this was one of the perks of working for the Empire, Titus was eager to take on his next assignment.

[мistrєss]

Julius Scipion, Valton, evening

Julius wandered lazily through the streets up to Helas folly, he stood outside listening to the friendly banter he sighed, due to the stigma against his race he was never included in any friendly conversations, he kicked a stone glumly he looked up at the evening sky, before returning to Tamriel and wandering onwards through Valton he walked to the end of the town and gazed down the road, a farm was visible Julius turned to wander back through the streets.

he looked inside an open building inside was what looked like a chapel, he walked in oblivious of any happenings sat down then kneeled to pray to his chosen deity Julianos, he muttered his prayers then changed to each one individually, before standing up and leaving his conscience admittedly felt better, he laughed before carrying on another round of Valton.

[Rhi Edwards]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Evening.

Titus accepted my offer for a free dinner.

"Why thank you. I will admit the stress of Imperial politics and beuacracy made me an alcoholic. However I hope you don't expect me to give you a free meal everytime you complete an assignment. I don't have enough gold to do so. Still atleast the money I pay you will give you enough to afford it. Now Arius. Tell the innkeeper I want some spiced Venison, horker meat, and some mudcrab legs. What do the rest of you want?"

"Rabbit meat" Said sixtus,

"Horker meat" Said Aventius.

(Aventius, sixtus, and Arius are the name of the body guards.)

[Alina loves Alexandra]

Theseus, Valton, Evening

Theseus slowly limped onto the road. The Redguard had learned on his short time on Nirn that the best way to speed up the healing process is through activity, or at least thats what he
thought who could no for sure, save the gods of course.

Theseus had always preferred nighttime over all the other times of day and this night looked to be a beautiful one. The torchbugs were out and the cool breeze sent shivers down the young
man's spine.

The glow of what looked to be a blacksmiths forge caught the Redguards eye and he saw two figures leaving the building- a man and a woman. Theseus decided to make his way over there
and say hello. Living in anonymity had its advantages but Theseus knew that he'd be stuck in this small hold for some time and he needed some friends.

He hoped his nerves wouldn't fail him. He had never been smooth around the ladies. His childhood had been girl free so the Redguard had had to learn the hard way how to deal with the opposite
six.

He hobbled over and said, "Hello." as friendly as he could muster.

[Shirley BEltran]

Alguidar, Blacksmith, Evening

While Alguidar was still trying to figure out how serious Jacqueline was about the knife, she asked about the return to the farm.

"Yes, we should go as soon as you're done here." He said as he looked at the nails. This reminded him of something. Embarrassed, he continued. "Um... maybe I should have said earlier but... I have some nails that I brought from Windhelm. You can use them around the farm."

From the corner of his eye, Alguidar noticed a man walking in their direction. It was dark already but he could tell the man was limping. A Redguard emerged from the darkness as he stepped into the forge's light. He stopped in front of Alguidar and Jacqueline, and finally, he let out a simple "Hello."

It was only when he spoke that Alguidar could recognize some Nord features.

"Hello there. What happened to you? Are you alright?"

[D IV]

Theseus, Valton, Evening

"I had a run in with some bandits and a thief but I'll be fine." Theseus returned with a good hearted smile. The man who had inquired about his well being was a typical Nord- broad shoulders, full beard and, a calm smile
that betrays the ferocity in which they can fight.

Theseus was swept from his thoughts when he laid eyes on the woman. She was a beautiful Breton lass with the most marvelous blue eyes and a delicate face free from the grip of old age. Her hair was cut a bit uneven,
but the young Redguard cared not for the girl had already stolen away his heart.

Amazement and awe soon turned to worry and anxiety. He began to sweat profusely as he tried to think of something to say. Thousands of thoughts swarmed in his brain like an upturned hornets nest. Don't just stand there
gawking like an idiot! Say something!

"Ugh um H-hello my names Theseus." was what came out in a sheepish ill constructed sentence.

His cheeks flushed with blood and he was already scolding himself for his stupid choice of words. There was a sort of awkward silence that made the quiet night seem even more desolate. Not knowing what to say or do Theseus
thrust out his arm in a handshaking motion to two strangers.

[u gone see]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, his forge, evening.

As he continued his work, a new face walked up to his forge. He looked like a redguard, although there were definitely something nordic about him. With a cloud of steam and the sound of briefly boiling water, he finished the second one of the biggest nails. The newcomer mumbled an introduction, Theseaus was his name. With a quick look Gorbad figured he was probably a mercenary or hunter. A possible customer for his newly crafted black chitin light-armor, if Theseus could afford it... Since Gorbad wasn't going to sell it cheap. He could sell it for minimal profit, 300 septims, but it was far too unique and useful for that. So a fair price of 600 septims would be the selling price.

His thoughts returned to the nail and the fact that it was getting late. He'd been up and about since early morning today and he was getting tired. He finished the third nail and began hammering on the last one.

[xemmybx]

Itan-Ru, Valton Chapel, Evening

"It should be two or three days at most. There was a bit of a healing agent in that potion I gave you, so that will speed up the process a bit. Still, I'd advise you not to take off the bandages for at least two days." He started corking up the bottles and stowing his supplies in their original place in his pack, which seemed as good a place as any considering he hadn't had time to find a better one yet. he looked back up at Roymund, flashing a warm smile,

"And if you or anyone else gets injured I'll be sure to do what I can to help." He reached into the main section of his pack, pulling out a small yet hefty Statue of Mara, which he placed on the table next to where he'd patched up Roymund. "Now I need to find a place to put all this stuff!" he said with a small laugh as an Altmer walked in. Itan-Ru gave him a quick once over, He seems uninjured, if a bit moody. He doesn't seem to want to talk, so I'll just let him go about his business, he thought to himself as he continued rooting through his pack.

[hannaH]

Jacqueline, the forge, evening.

"That's good cuz e's only makin' tha ones I need fer tha new gate" she replied. The nail in her hand had cooled down now and she laid it down on the workbench. She just renembered that she should probably pick up the milk tins before they went back to the farm. Or they could pick them up tomorrow when they sold off that day's milk. There were plenty of tins left in the milkroom in the barn so it wasn't really an issue.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the man that approached them until he spoke up."Hello."

She looked at him while he conversed with Alguidar. He seemed to be about her own age. He was dark skinned like a Redguard but then he didn't really look like any Redguard Jacqueline had ever met. Maybe he had mixed race parents or something. He looked like yet another mercenary with his armour and weapons. He had some weird looking spears strapped to his back. She heard him say that he had been in a fight with some bandits. It honestly wouldn't surprise her if the entire hold was filled to the brim with lawless men skulking about in the forests.

She noticed that he was staring at her. "Ugh um H-hello my names Theseus." he blurted out and then kept staring, creating an awkward pause in conversation. Jacqueline began to wonder if he was feeling ill. Theseus then thrust out his arm, probably for a handshake.

She shook his hand. "Name's Jacqueline" she introduced herself. "Uh, are ya feelin alright?"

[Robert]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Evening.

While Titus was what i'm assuming thinking of what to eat; I started to notice that an old dunmer, the same one that levitated in the air shouting like a madman, was yelling at the inn, hitting what I am assuming the people taking his crap out of his carriage. The whole damn inn was watching him. I did noticed one of the Nords mentioned Talos as he is being hit with a stick. However I am against the damn concordat and being a Talos worshiper myself, I ignored that. However what really made me go up there and confront the mad elf was that he used some kind of spell that caused some smoke in the room, and in my eyes, could of killed one of his Nords Judging by the burnt closes.

"Excuse me." I said to Titus as I got up and went to the mad elf.

"You really should not be treating the people, the same ones that wasted their time getting your damn property into what ever the oblivion you moved in, like a bunch of slaves. Also do you have any idea that you could of killed someone with your damn spell?! No wonder why the Nords hate magic."

I know I shouldn't have get involved in situations like this. Or anything that's not my business. But Something about what the old elf did pissed me of.

[Shiarra Curtis]

Fiona's Tower, late afternoon to evening
Leandra

The young Nibenese chuckled softly as she looked at where she felt her finger was, only now noticing that the smudge on the book had turned her invisible. Jormaw's assessment of the substance seemed accurate enough, and it fit with her memories of the taste of vampire dust. Why precisely she knew what vampire dust tasted like was one of those facts best left unexplored.

Glancing around the room, Leandra shrugged, her shoulders becoming visible again just as they dropped back down. "That clannfear? Eh, I doubt it has anything to do with any..."

Even as she spoke, her mind conjured haphazard images from her mental repository of Daedric knowledge. Being a Daedra hunter called for remembering a lot of things that may've meant the difference between life and death, and Leandra found it easier to remember when she imagined storing her knowledge somewhere, anywhere would have worked in theory - even a cramped round room whose walls were lined with tall bookcases, as it was in her case.

Conveniently conjured to her hand, a dusty tome was thrown open as the mercenary's mouth stopped moving and hung open for a moment, eyes glazed over.

A young girl yelped, clutching the folds of her light blue dress and recoiling. A short bearded man of middle age, clad in a plain, flowing blue robe with the barest of golden trimmings, smiled slightly as, with a light flick of his wrist and a half-muttered incantation, the arcane energies in the room stirred. He felt only the slightest pang of resistance and angry screeching as he pulled a soul from the distant planes, quickly binding it to his will completely with the expertise of a seasoned conjurer.

"You need fear it not." An encouraging note grazed over his smile as the mage commanded the reptilian daedroth to lie down on the ground over the mental link that bound them. "Clannfear such as this one are weak-willed spirits, easy to conjure and possible even for a novice conjurer to bind to our realm for a time even without a constant mind-link."

The girl tilted her head slightly, observing the Clannfear with cautious curiosity. "..Which realm do they come from?"

"None in particular, it would seem. Maybe you'll hear some idiot from the College claim they're servants of Mehrunes Dagon, but they are more the rats of Oblivion; present everywhere in great number, and even more unpleasant."

"...thing."

Leandra's mouth shut after but a second of her voice trailing off as it had. She shook her head. "No, right about anyone could've slapped down a Clannfear to guard, from the Jarl's precious court-mage down to Winterhold's expert on Conjuration. No way to tell really. Except maybe that if this was the doing of some stark-raving mad cult of Molag, they might've gone for a nasty old Daedroth instead. More symbollic, and Daedric worshippers usually aren't stealthy when it comes to symbolism."

'We're being persecuted violently, what's the best course of action? I know, let's build a giant statue of our deity in the middle of some woods! No way anyone will find that.'

"And as for the mess..." Looking around, she shrugged again, stepping over a scroll as she headed for the door again. A passing glance out the window revealed that the sun was beginning to set; Leandra was starting to get really hungry all of a sudden (possibly some yet-undiscovered effect of vampire dust combined with suddenly remembering she hadn't eaten for the whole day); and her arm was starting to steam rather more profusely than usual, perhaps in relation with her hunger. "Weeell, let's not write off wizardly messiness just yet, I've seen towers that were inhabbited and unassaulted indeed that looked worse than this." Like my own room.

"The vampire dust does give me something to think about." Hitting her steaming shoulder, she glanced at it impatiently. The response was a louder clang than usual and a slight twitch of her arm, which made the Nibenese roll her eyes. "Which I intend to do right now, comfortably, in the tavern, seeing as Magnus stopped being cooperative and I'd rather not bumble around scaring peasants at night."

Stopping just before the rammed-down remains of the door, Leandra rubbed her eyes. In one of her characteristic mood swings, perhaps triggered to some extent by the lateness of the hour that had caught her rather off-guard and the fact there didn't seem to be anything else worthwhile in the tower for the time being, she suddenly felt a need for a bit of time to herself to collect her thoughts. Maybe that was what gave her expression a slightly more down-to-earth quality than usual.

"If you're determined to tag along, I'm gonna pester the locals tomorrow. Maybe someone'll know something about this court-mage of theirs..."

[Lyd]

Julius Scipion, Valton, evening

Julius was passing by Helas folly when a plume of smoke blew out from the doorway, Julius paused midway through his step leg hoisted in midair, he turned and walked into Helas folly, inside Danus was shouting at a mad looking Dunmer, Julius sighed Dunmer were always mad about something.

He walked in and watched as Danus finished his rant, Julius nodded before speaking up “aye you could have killed the lad” Julius walked over to the smoking nord male, picked up the unsteady man and lead him to the bar where he ordered a beer for the nord, before turning back to the Dunmer.

Julius walked over to Danus and folded his arms looked into the Dunmer’s eyes coldness emanating from Julius who carried on before the Mad elf could continue “Besides I believe that classes as assault round here so tone it down Or I myself will deal with you” he finished threateningly.

[Cassie Boyle]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Evening.

As I was ranting at the mad elf Julius suddenly showed up. Have't seen him all day. Bastard mysteriously left the inn midday and reappeared suddenly, no doubt because of the Dark Elf, at the inn.

"Unless the guards are as dumb as bricks there probably on their way to the inn. If I was you I'd get out of Valton."

[Joie Perez]

Julius Scipion, Helas folly, evening

Julius saw Danus give an enquiring look at Him before talking to the Dunmer, he realized explanations were in order “Sorry about disappearing earlier Danus I Saw a notice on the board that the jarl required a mason to build fortifications down at shimmermist mine naturally I Left in a hurry to respond” he gave Danus a quick smile before turning back to the Dunmer “As for you, you stupid bastard I suggest you do as Danus says and either leave or get in line with how Men work” He waited for the Dark elf to respond.

[CSar L]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Evening.

Julius explained to me why he suddenly left the inn. "I have no problem with that. Though I wanted to talk more about the fort. I guess we could do that tomorrow morning anyways. Also do you know I saw him earlier today? The bastard was in the air levitating, screaming like a madman. There must be something wrong with him."

I also noticed that he was staying silent. As if he was waiting for me and Julius to finish ranting or is just ignoring us.

[James Potter]

Julius Scipion, Helas folly, evening

Julius listened to Danus nodding he faced the Dunmer “You Can speak cant you, you mad son of a [censored]” Julius spoke with venom hoping to get a response from the Dunmer, the dumer looked unfazed by everything he had said so far he suddenly thought of another idea he smirked as he said it "Besides a worshipper of sheogorath might have unfortunate accidents with the local poulation at your unholy beliefs" He smiled at the dunmer I havent done this in years he thought.

[Killer McCracken]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. evening.

?I was wondering at the time what Julius meant. Although the Dunmer committed assault, I do hope that he's not thinking of doing anything drastic to the mad elf.

"I'm going to take a seat anyways. This is not worth it." I then head back to the chair where Titus was sitting.

OOC: Asap How about make a post at Danus as he is walking back to the seat.

[Jamie Moysey]

Roymund Inventius, Chapel. Evening

"Your services are greatly appreciated, Friend." said Roymund, offering a friendly nod as he spoke "Lets hope nobody needs it, but i shall spread word of your talents. I shall offer donation to Mara from my next earnings as gratitude."

Roymund swtiched his gaze onto the statue of Mara which the Argonian placed upon the table, Roymund bent to a slight bow out of respect. He then stepped back, and headed by the door to Valtons streets. Looking over his shoulders, he spoke his goodbye "Safe travels, Priest" before stepping out into the streets.

In the short period which Roymund was inside the chapel, the weather had taken a turning into the cold of skyrims evenings. He gently touched his wrapped arm, wincing slightly as the mead had left it feeling tender, however he could already feel it's movement returning "Soon i'll be back in the hunt" he told himself. Roymund walked down the streets, heading towards the Inn. "Wonder if that fellow from the farms around yet" he thought. The confirmation of his healing process had improved Roymunds grim mood, though his exterior still kept up his usual appearance.

As he reached the doors to Helas' Folly, he could hear raised voices from inside. He opened the door and stepped inside to be confronted with an Imperial and an Altmer, Judging by there dress both of which were of the upper classes, addressing an aged Dumner with their raised tones. They seemed to be the centre of the Inns attention, though only a few patrons seemed taken aback by the situation. Across the room, a table of three Imperial soldiers and one mercenary-looking fellow came across more amused then anything.

Unable to read the barmans expression, Roymund headed towards him and took a place against the bar. "A mug of mead, Friend." he asked, keeping to his friendly tone "And an update on the situation, if you please." he offered a brief chuckle with his last remark. He kept a watch on the situation, the argument seemed to be breaking up as the 'Attackers' backed off.

[Crystal Clear]

Titus Aetius, Valton

Titus watched, amused, as Danus and an elf shouted at the Dunmer. He kept his hand on his Sword, though. If the Dark Elf used a fireball spell on a man for not handling his luggage properly, he was likely to react in a similar way to Danus. As Danus walked back towards him, Titus smiled and said, "Bravo, Danus. Not only a generous diplomat who likes to drink, but a defender of the common servant. But next time, don't turn your back towards an elf who almost killed his servant for a minor mistake."

[Marine x]

Danus Maximus. Helas Folly. Evening.

"Well Titus I normally stay out of other people's business but that was an exception. Not only that but that elf didn't have the guts to actually say something back at me. He probably knows I am right. As for him could of killing me. That's true. I'm surprised the guards haven't showed up yet."


It seems to me that every day there is something happening in this town. It kind of reminds me of that frontier colony, except without a mad elf mage.

[Kanaoka]

Jormaw, Fiona's Tower, Evening.

The man of the root wasn't exactly pleased about the nibenese's assertions or corrections to his speculation, but he did not heed to respond.
Instead he respected her opinion. This was her profession after all and such matters would be of her expertise. Not to what he had gathered.

'A warrior's sword was a warrior's weapon, not the battlechief's, not the high priest's, any other who uses it would be inefficient. They are not the warrior.'

Jormaw sighed in response to these thoughts. His tribe came to his mind too much. Not to the liking of such an overcomplicated organ of instinct.
"You wish to go to the tavern to meditate, Tinkerwatch? what convenience." A thought came to him that he had yet to meet the farmer there.

His eyes flickered into slight relaxation, blinking in a cat like motion. "I shall be heading there myself, Seth chit tuk, may I join you?"
The argonian had stepped over the smelted debris of the old door, the response was to be awaited in the hallway- for now he was moving onwards.

A spear and a skull lay in both his hands or he would consider as claws. 'Time to gather a drink down the hatch or make friends of the locals, sssh.'

[Umpyre Records]

Varyn, Hela's Folly, Evening


Varyn simply smiled as the Imperial and Altmer confronted him. He was on the brink of laughing at the duo of "white knights" when he decided that a quick chat would be better. His smile widened as the Imperial began to walk away.

"So the pale skin cannot finish what he started then? As usual," Varyn chuckled lightly, "Took your kind 80 years to conquer my homeland, and that was when half of us were killing ourselves. I don't blame them, who would want to suffer the rule of some imbecile on a throne hundreds of miles away. All your kind was ever good for was pissing on people, and bending the knee to your overlords. Looks like the Nord's have finally had enough as well. That Stormcloak fellow is the first of you damn pale skins to learn not to bend over and let the Cyrodiils [censored] him. When will your so called Emperor learn that he shouldn't stick his [censored] where it's not wanted?" The old Dunmer grinned, "Of course he probably won't learn, because he's too busy letting the Thalmor take him from behind and ride him around the Imperial City."

The aging Dunmer then turned his eyes towards the Altmer, "And you, son of the pompous gold skinned pricks. How many cycles have you seen child? By the looks of you, and how you apparently lack the ability to recognize those superior to yourself, not many. And by the way you blindingly berated me you wont see many more. You would be wise not to insult me again gold-skin. In the Telvannis Isles insulting a Mage-Lord usually results in you being used as target practice for the apprentices then picked apart by the cliff racers while you're kept alive. Learn to mind your tongue or you'll lose it."

Varyn's voice was very calm and casual. He spoke in a "Matter-of-fact" tone with an almost humorous ring to it. The Dunmer then turned his gaze back to the Imperial as he leaned up against a nearby table.

"If I had wanted to kill the man I would have killed him. A dead servant is no use to me. I simply wanted to show him the error of his ways," Varyn turned to look at the door as the Nords began to enter with his items, placing them in one of the room's corners. He smiled, "See? The dumb brutes are doing their job now instead of sitting in here getting drunk."

"Now I suggest that both of you sit down and have a few drinks. From the sound of it you both have some rather large sticks up your asses and could use a reprieve," Varyn chuckled again. He stood there smiling for a moment, and then the grin slipped off his face, "I also suggest not crossing me again. Next time I wont be so congenial," there was a power in the Dunmer's voice that had been lacking before. Every word sliced through the air like the sharpest of blades, and boomed with a vigor one would think impossible from a man over a thousand years old. Varyn no longer stood slouched over, but instead stood straight and at his full height. His crimson eye's burned like the fires of Red Mountain as he glared at the two in front of him.