[barbara belmonte]

Theseus, Behind Chapel of Mara, Morning

After cleansing himself to the best of his abilities, the young Redguard stepped out of the chilly stream and shook off the first layer of water. He then used his armor as a makeshift towel and when
satisfied with his current level of dryness, slipped on his simple gray clothing. He then buckled on his sword and set his armor to dry in the morning sun.

Theseus decided that the best course of action was to find a way to pay off his debt, and what better place than the Jarl's dwelling? He made his way towards the biggest building in town and was a
little surprised at the sight before him. The people standing outside the Hall seemed like they had come from a ridiculous farfetched little fairytale Andrell told him once. The most notable of the lot
was a short little Orc. An aged Dark Elf with a cynical smile was patting the Orc on the back. Another Dark Elf stood inspecting the older dunmer, and two guards were staring in disbelief.

Not wanting to cause anymore unnecessary commotion, Theseus made his way over to the group and stood patiently with his arms crossed waiting to be addresed.

[Dalton Greynolds]

Roymund Inventius, Valton Farm. Morning.

Roymund pushed the barn doors slightly ajar, Peeking out he could see Alguidars visitors still stood around the farm. He looked down at his hand, it's feeling had improved significantly enough for him to twiddle an arrow between his fingers. Their strength didnt feel right though, his still felt weakened by the effects of the disease. "Dont want them seeing if you're not upto the task." he thought to himself "Wont do you any good if the locals saw a huntsman missing his target from a couple dozen feet."

He took up his bow and an arrow, standing with his back against the door. He nocked the arrow in the bow, he felt the arrow's feathered fletchings as he pulled back the bowstring. He was only stood barely 10 foot from his target, but atleast he'd know if he arm could put up with the stress of his archery. He let fly his arrow, grimacing as the flight flew from his fingers, and watched it as it struck home into his target. He glared down at his hand, watching as his fingers returned slowly to a relaxed position. "Hmmph.. Reaction times slow, but steady enough.." he mumbled, walking over to his target and retrieving the arrow. It ripped at the hay block as he pulled it out, clearly the makeshift target would not last more than a dozen arrows but it'd serve it's purpose as a reminder for his arms muscle memory.

Roymund proceeded to line up a couple more shots with his bow, each time his arm acted as it would normally though it took longer for his hand to return to a relaxed position and soon after he began to feel a strain running down his arm. He winced at the pain, but felt pride that he'd be back to normal shortly. He collected his arrows from the target once more and exited the barnhouse. Alguidar was still discussing business with Gorbad and his new Nordic friend. Not wishing to interupt the farmers sale, the Imperial headed straight for the house to return his belongings. "Wonder if Alguidar has some of that milk going spare?" he thought, petting his stomach as he took as seat by the dinner table.

[Lucie H]

Itan-Ru, Outside Hela's folly, Morning

Itan-Ru laughed as he said, "Don't worry about that. people say strange things in times of stress. And besides, growing up in Riften, I've been called worse." He thought to himself as he stood up from his kneeling position next to the horse. "As for stables, I came in on foot and didn't see them when I arrived. I would recommend asking a guard for that. And don't worry about repaying me, just stay safe." he said with a smile. "Is there anything else you need of me?"

OOC:argh short post

[Catharine Krupinski]

Urgoc, Outside the Keep, Morning.

The orc looked to up to this dunmer and laughed. He was amused by the fact that this dunmer who looked to be running this corner of Oblivion was
busy with a cripple, as well an old man trying to get into the keep while he should be sorting out the wild horses or wolves of this damnable hellhole.
"Look you little pissant buttercup, I'll give you two options. One, you can watch a giant's dike get a close shave from the old guillotine."
"Or you can take that hole between your legs and go do your marigold dance somewhere else, before it's your turn for a prostate exam."

With this distraction in tow, it gave a chance for Urgoc's pet and everlasting companion, Skarc, to make for a creeping holdout behind the dunmer captain.
"Oh what a good boy! Skarc. Now, my dear dusting troll, be a good little gal and hopscotch over to those wild wolves that just ravaged my caravan." His eyes glinted slowly at the young dunmer before directing them over to a lad who had just joined the crowd, he smiled happily at this new useable tool.

"Me boy over ere'! ohh, would you kindly help out us poor travellin' old men. These guards ere' don't like the men of High Hrothgar much."
"Yer see, boy. We just wanted to see an old friend, the lord father of this town. So would you kindly notify our good old companion of our arrival." His stick was put aside as he reached for his pack and out came a coinpurse which was presently rustled. The lowlanders were always swine to gold.

With a ruse set in motion, one hostage, as well as a potential ally, this could well turn out good. If he can obtain what he needs before leaving the wretched place.

~~~~~~

Jormaw, Valton Road, Morning.

The argonian thought about what the locals might do to this woman if they found her dwemeri contraption within sight and with conscience worry, he followed her.

"Lucky for you, my little frisky Tinkerwatch, I shall be fishing in the evening. So you can have my tail following your rump area in motion all day." Jormaw thought to perhaps torment or make the woman paranoid about last night's events by leaving a trail of lying hints to give her some annoyance.
"Hmph, I wonder where a woman of your caliber learned to do that under the moon's cover. I mean I've never really seen anything quite like that."He was amused and happy that he had the chance to bother a nibenese woman all day. If anything, the argonians in old leyawiin deserve this vengeance.

With a twirling pace, he made way with the mercenary to valton town. Thoughts leant him to buy some supplies at the general store before going to the river later. He might even see how the old orc is doing on this boggy day. 'Maybe I should tell him the story of Gorbad at the Fall of Orsinium, for that was quite interesting.'

[Jaylene Brower]

Nellis Nelsh, Valton Farm, Morning.

Alguidar confirmed what Jack said. The two of them were just workers. However, the farmer seemed to go dreamy eyed for a second or two. Perhaps thinking about what it would be like to have a family. Making a proud remark on the how useful it is to have a talented worker, before changing the topic to Windhelm.

Nellis listened, but in the back of his mind, fear was building up. The Nord with puffy sideburns left Windhelm after a Horker attack. Damn beasts were everywhere, tearing apart the other miners. Those seemingly innocent fat, flubber carrying sea animals were worse than Daedra. Planning, waiting to feast on the flesh of all of Skyrim's men and women, then leaving only a few left to repopulate, until the Horkers came again. That horror caused the Nord to flee to Windhelm. And what did he find there? More Horkers! He barely escaped with his life, but ended the life of the demons for those lost in Dawnstar! However, all the thoughts of Horkers were dispelled as the farmer gave Nellis an apple. A free sample! How lucky and kind of him!

"Why thank you Alguidar!" said Nellis.

Taking a bite, the simple miner smiled as flavor rushed through his mouth. Tasted almost as if Kyne herself planted it! Nellis was suprised to see that Gorbad walked out the farm house, greeting the miner and farmer. Nellis gave a wave, and watched as the Orc and Nord did business. Then Gorbad turned to Nellis, asking him about going deeper into the mine, hopefully to find some Moonstone and Orchalium. These words almost caused Nellis to spit out the chunk of apple present in his mouth, as his eyes went wide with shock. Swallowing the apple chunk, he spoke.

"You want me to go back into the deeper sections of Shimmermist? Gorbad, that's a large request. Last time we were down there, we nearly got killed by that.....thing. Cute as may have been, it nearly killed you! I just ran during that fight, remember?"

Nellis sighed, putting his hand on his chin, trying to focus.

"I suppose I could do so. But I'll need a guard with me. Or two. Or three! Can never have to much protection, am I right?"

Looking back towards the farmer, Nellis shrugged.

"Would you mind talking business later? I'm going to need some time to think about this. Besides, I was hoping I could get to know Alguidar a bit better. Seem's a like a rather agreeable fellow. What say we meet at the inn after breakfast?"

[Rachel Cafferty]

Erutáron Valton Streets, outside the Inn. Morning.

"Thank you, again. Please, go rest, you have done enough." Erutáron could tell the Argonian was a little weak after the healing of his horse, "If you ever need anything, please do not hesitate to ask. My name is Erutáron, from Valenwood. And your name is? Don't want to call you lizard again." And Erutáron chuckled.

Erutáron, looked around the streets. There seemed to be some type of scene going on by what appeared to be the town keep. "I should make my way over there. that is where I can most likely find the Jarl and inquire about the stables." Erutáron thought.

Erutáron left the horse asleep where he lay. She was not hindering anybody's passage, and since he could not move this beast alone, he saw no harm in the mattter. He approached the steps of the keep and there seemed to be quite a motley crew of an audience milling about outside, Something anout castrtaion, eunichs and a gulliotine , made Erutáron a little uncomfortable. The odd looking Dunmer sitting on the trunk did not help the situation either. Erutáron wasted no time in asking for the Jarl.

"Excuse me fine citizens, I have had a trying day thus far and I urgently need to speak to the Jarl. Is he available?" Erutáron so boldly interupted the circus show. He wasn't trying to be rude but rather just wanted to get to the task at hand. He hoped the others would understand. "My name in Erutáron and I have come here from Valenwood. Excuse me for being so abrupt and interupting you so rudely. I have travelled a great distance and lost one horse to a pack of ravenous wolves and almost lost another one, if not for your healer's help. So please, forgive me for my intrusion. I do, seek the Jarl's assistance immediately."

[Daramis McGee]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Valton farm --> His forge --> The general store, morning

As he'd expected, Nellis wasn't too fond of the idea of digging deeper in the mine. Gorbad could understand that, for he didn't want to go there himself either. However, Nellis asked for more time to think about it, which was completely fine by Gorbad.

"I'll meet you later at the inn, then." He said and waved a small good-bye to both Nellis and Alguidar. "Now you have yourselves a fine day!" Then he began the walk back to the city center and his forge. He saw a bunch of newcomers arrive to Valton on a boat, but they ignored him so he ignored them. Outside the inn and his forge was a ridiculous amount of activity. Half a dozen horses standing about, the priest and a bosmer looking at them, a guard sitting with a wounded orc... "Orc?" Gorbad thought. "Well ain't that a surprise."
Furthermore, the captain of the guard and two guards were blocking the entrance to the keep, while a redguard, a dunmer and... "Yet another Orc? What's this, a visit from one of the strongholds?"
From this distance, Gorbad couldn't see the huge length difference between the individuals and thus failed to notice that the orc suffered from dwarfism. Either way, he didn't want to be involved in this huge discussion; so he simply walked up to his forge and opened the door to his house, careful not to drop the crate. It felt quite heavy after the walk back here.

Now that he'd gotten rid of the crate of food, he was going to check if the store had any soul gems. He made his way to the general store, knocked twice and opened the door. A young woman stood idly behind the counter, possibly bored because she didn't have any customers. Gorbad couldn't quite see if she was a nord or an imperial.
"Good morning miss. I'm looking for a couple of soul-gems, do you happen to have any?" He hoped for the best, but was prepared for the worst.


Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Morning

Ra-Tara handed over small bag of coin, easy to count to 1000 septims.
"Now if you'll just..." The Jarl was about to say when he saw what one the the guards was doing at the door. He was waving with a somewhat urgent look on his face, almost as if he was panicking. The writer had seen this as well and quickly finished the writing of the river-house ownership paper. He placed it at the table and rushed, pen and paper in his hands, to outside of the keep.
"As I was saying, just sign the ownership papers..." He pointed at the paper on the table. "And the house is yours."

He gave Sarya quick nod before he looked back to what was happening outside the keep, curious and worried at the same time.



The Jarl's Writer, outside the keep, morning.

When he arrived outside, he didn't know what to think. A dunmer, a short orc, two bosmers (one of which was standing idly at the side, minding his own business), and a redguard seemed to be having a rather heated discussion with the two guards positioned here and the captain of the guards. The bosmer who wasn't idly standing about said he had urgent things to discuss with the Jarl. The writer didn't care who went first of these, so he practically pushed the Bosmer into the hold.

The writer himself stayed outside and tried to stand as tall as his young years allowed. He took up his paper and pen, ready to write down exactly what the citizens wanted to discuss with the jarl.
"We are sorry about the inconveniance, but the Jarl is already having tow visitors in addition to that wood elf. However, please voice your concern and I'll write them down. Perhaps I can help as well?" He said with his young-boy voice. It must've sounded ridiculous, but his face was serious and he was ready to write anything that the odd crowd would say.

[hannah sillery]

Itan-Ru, Outside Hela's Folly, morning

Itan-Ru said to Erutáron just before he left, "My name is Itan-Ru, And if I need help, you'll be the first one I ask." He said with a smile, which fell quickly as he noticed a guard dragging a large wounded orc towards him. He ran to the guard and helped set the orc gently on the ground. His trained eyes located several bite wounds around the orc's body, some of which were still flowing, while others had clotted thanks to how quickly Orcs could heal sometimes. Still, it was best not to take chances and try to at least seal his wounds. He sighed, and prepared himself for a healing once more.

Because he was so drained from his earlier training and the healing, as well as the remaining after-effects of his sleeping potion, he decided that if he couldn't heal him completely, then he'd at least try to lessen the severity of him wounds as much as he could. He did a quick magical scan of her body, locating the worst areas of damage and fixing those first, leaving large pale scars in their places. with the most severe damage dealt with, he spent most of his remaining energy sealing up the lesser wounds around the orc's body, barely managing to heal him completely before running out of magicka entirely.

He looked up at the guard with a weak smile, "There we... go.... all healed -" he trailed off as his vision began to blur and fade to black. he'd never had to expend this much energy before, and it was showing. While he still had some magicka left, his body wasn't used to using up so much of it in such a short amount of time. He swayed back and forth, his hearing fading now as well. He could have sworn he heard someone speaking in his last few seconds of consciousness before he passed out, his head landing squarely on the orc's chest. He would probably awaken in a few minutes, once his body had a chance to regain more of his energy.

[Horse gal smithe]

Annika, Valton General Store, Morning
Annika looked up and saw the orc come into the store, asking about soul gems. She stood up straighter as she pondered the question, "Well, I do beileve we have lesser soul gems, not filled though, and we do only have a couple of them." As she spoke she walked over to a cabnit and opened it, pulled out 2 lesser soul gems and brought them out to the counter. She set them down gently and let the orc look at them. "These are all we have in stock," she said, because there weren't anymore in the back of the store.

[Lauren Dale]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Valton's General Store, morning

The young woman was a Nord, judging by the way she talked. Lucky for Gorbad, she had two lesser soul gems stored away. Not filled, as he'd expected. The filled ones weren’t' only much more expensive than empty ones; it was much harder to come by as well. To fill one, you'd need to slay an animal and trap its soul, something which only mages and enchanted bows could do. The nord lass put down the gems on the counter, handling them very carefully and let Gorbad have a look at them. He picked them up and inspected them in the early morning sunlight making its way through the half-open window. "No cracks, which means they aren't broken." He thought to himself and put them back on the wooden counter. Now they would talk business. He didn't want to spend more than necessary on these, since they might just end up useless if Roymund wouldn't find a way to trap the soul of the wolves. Gorbad thought back and forth about the price of these and took the circumstance in account as well... These might bloody well be the only empty soul gems on a few hours walk, which meant the shop-keeper might try to haggle the price up.

"They aren't exactly what I was hoping for, but they'll have to do." Gorbad said with a very matter-of-fact voice and look on his face. It was, of course, a lie, but Gorbad had been in the trading business for a long time and knew all the small tricks you could use to haggle down the price of a product. A neutral price of a gem was around 25 septims, which meant that a shopkeeper who looked for a profit and a way to pay for the transport of the gem would put the price around 35 septims per lesser soul gem. This meant the realistic price of these two gems were, without looking at the fact that these might be the only gems around Valton, 50 to 70 septims. Gorbad's first offer would be ridiculously low, putting more weight to his earlier statement that they weren't quite what he'd been looking for.

"Thirty septims sounds like a fair price to me. What do you think?" He looked at the young shopkeeper behind the counter. He didn't know how experienced she was in the art of mercantile and speech, but he guessed it couldn't be much given her age. Either way, even a beggar without money would realize how low the offer Gorbad had made was. Not that a beggar would say no to such an offer. But the shop-keeper was no beggar. Gorbad awaited a reply, keeping a slightly disappointed and matter-of-fact look on his face the entire time.

[Horse gal smithe]

Roymund Inventius, Valton Farm. Morning

Roymund look around the farmhouse with a blank expression, He'd spent three nights here but hadn't noticed which of the crates held Alguidars supplies. With current feelings as they are, He felt it better not to go rooting round the farmers belongings. He dropped off his bow by the door, and stored the half dozen arrows back in his quiver. next he took up his satchel and collected his coinpurse, tossing the satchel back down beside his bedroll. He adjusted the hunting knife on his belt, then stepped outside. The two Nords still talked, but Gorbad had returned to town.

Roymund approached the two, and spoke to Alguidar "I'm heading into town for awhile, need anything picking up while i'm there?" before swapping his glance to the miner "Not bad are they" he said with a smile, hinting at the apple.

[Lavender Brown]

Daikanos, outside the keep, morning.

He listened to the Dunmer give his opinion on the outlander born Dunmer and the jarl. When he mentioned his name being Lord Uvirith it rang a bell in his head. He had heard about an Uvirith once but he was supposed to be about a thousand years old. He couldn’t believe the Telvanni would have left his tower to ‘grow’ his house in Valton, whatever that means.

He turned to the old Dunmer, “I don’t care who or what you are. If you wish to speak the jarl you shall do so when he summons you. It’s as simple as that.”

He believed everyone would have calmed down. No he hoped it, although he knew better. He took a step back and wanted to enter the keep and leave the group to the two guards outside. The orc made him turn around though.

The little mer threatened him now instead of the two guards and it was slowly starting to irritate him. He stepped forwards again, not caring about the strange thing behind him that apparently went by the name Skarc. You can just chop of the head. the alltoo familiar voices tempted him in his mind. No I can’t, he stands to low to the ground. He replied them.

“Listen up, goblin. I’ll give you two options if you wish to speak with the jarl.” The treath was hardly conceiled his voice. “Either you wait here until the jarl wishes to speak with you or I can let the guards accompany to nice little cell where you can wait until the jarl wishes to speak with you.” He said. “I might even put you with the three bandits we imprisoned yesterday. I’m sure they’d like to beat up little goblins.”

Just then the Jarl’s personal writer came outside to check on the all commotion. He looked around for a few seconds trying to understand what was happening before literally pushing a Bosmer inside. Not much later he came back outside with pen and paper and spoke, "We are sorry about the inconveniance, but the Jarl is already having tow visitors in addition to that wood elf. However, please voice your concern and I'll write them down. Perhaps I can help as well?" He said with his young-boy voice.

Daikanos nodded in agreement. I hope this will solve the problems.

[Rachael Williams]

Erutáron, Inside the Keep with the Jarl.

Amongst the bickering and banter of the circus in front of the Keep doors, a young boy emerged and franticly shoved Erutáron into the Keep without any concern of who or what he was ther efor. Not a concern to Erutáron since he felt his matter was of the grandest importance. He strolled past the boy and heade towards the Jarl who looked like he was finishing up with a Khajiit. Clearly Erutáron had more pressingissues than this dirty cat. He wondered how the cat was even allowed inthe city since no other hold allowed this in Skyrim. "Hmmmm, must be a fairly liberal hold then." he mused in his head.

"Good Morning, My name is Erutáron and I come form Valenwood. I am here to settle down and bring a source of commerce to this hold, none that I have witnessed you to have currently." Erutáron was trying adifferent approach since all the other holds shut him down before he could finish his first sentence. He stood as tall as his Bosmer stature would allow him to, and used a little help from his front toes and continued. "I have brought 6 horses with me, remnants of my family stable in Valenwood before the Daedra seige took the lives of my village. I brought them here seeking to start a stable and carriage service for this new hold. I will provide carriage rides to any place of your choosing, house and tend to the town's horses and also obtain horses for sale for those interested. All for the right septim, of course. All I need is a stable or a plot of land to start to build one. Does this hold have a stable?" Erutáron knew he may have been too excited in his speech and perhaps was rambling too much in his attempt to seem couragous in his request. He decided to pause here and let the Jarl respond.

He kinew this would be his last attempt. If the answer resulted in the same as the other 9 holds, he would then return to Valenwood and face is guilt and shame.

[Manuel rivera]

Ulfgar Holdin
Valton

Before leaving the Skjar, and Rahd and Luther with it, Ulfgar reminded them to keep an eye out. The boat was empty, but one never knew exactly how valuable something they took for granted, could be to someone else. It was something Ulfgar had been instilled with, since working the mines of Markarth. And something he reminded everyone in the crew, every time he left the boat for awhile in an unsure place.

The three started off and made their way towards Valton. None of them were sure exactly what it was, they’d find for work there, the place wasn’t like the other Holds in Skyrim, where jobs were either assured or not.

“Think we’ll find anything worthy in Valton?” Gert asked as they walked.

Ulfgar just shrugged, Durn didn’t say a word on it.

As they came up to Valton itself, they got an actual look on exactly what was going in the town, which didn’t seem like much at all. In fact the place seemed rather void of much of anything. Their hope for work seemed to be a bit lowered as they investigated further.

Passing the general store, figuring the work they’d find was elsewhere by the looks of the store, they suddenly came upon a horse. It was quietly laying in the road, completely unattended. Ulfgar and the others all looked at each other with a raised brow, curious as to why such a place would let a horse just lay in the road.

“What do you think?” Gert asked.

“Oblivion if I know?” Durn muttered.

“Looks lame to me?” Ulfgar said, only stating the obvious. “Maybe they’re making a spectacle of it? Maybe they plan on slaughtering it right here in the streets?”

The Orc and Dunmer both looked at their Captain as if he was crazy, knowing he was only joking. He shrugged at them, but was still curious as to what it was all about.

“It’s a soft horse,” Durn said as he knelt beside it, feeling it’s mane and neck.

“Damn shame they’re going to slaughter it,” Ulfgar said sly.

The three didn’t know what to think, so stuck around to see what might happen, and if indeed the town of Valton was making an example of it to slaughter.

[Johnny]

A guard of Valton, outside Hela's folly, morning.

The lizard priest began healing the wounded orc. He worked rapirdly and sealed the wounds, creating white scars or no scars at all. The guard was just about to walk away when the priest fainted upon the orc, exhaused by the mental fatigue required to do magic. The guard on the other hand knew nothing about magic. He had no idea why the priest went unconcious. For a moment he panicked. Was the orc cursed? Had he been cursed? With the priest dead he wouldn't be able to seek a cure!

He heard raised voices a dozen feet away. Three newcomers he hadn't seen before inspected the wounded horse. The guard didn't know what to do. Luckily, the priest took a deeper breath with relaxed the guard. "At least he's not dead." He thought. He took a firm grip around the priests waist and hauled him to a nearby bench on the side of Hela's Folly. He made sure the lizard wouldn't fall head first down from it before he did the same with the wounded orc. Luckily, the priest was coming back alive at this point.

[MR.BIGG]

Amphodil, Outside Valton but, heading towards it. Morning Time
Amphodil slowly walked through the wooded path, he wore his navy blue hood tightly around his neck. The sounds
of birds could be heard though the bright blue sky. Amphodil bent down to observe the tracks of what appeared to be a fox. Wyatt, the trusty old dog crept up next to Amphodil. Amphodil smiled and patted him on the head. Amphodil ran his hands through the dirt then stood up. "It's time for our destiny Wyatt." The dumner then strode into the hold.

[Tamara Primo]

Itan-Ru, Outside Hela's Folly, Morning

Itan-Ru was vaguely aware of being moved, and slowly began to register his surroundings. He had changed position, at least he assumed he had. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. In front of him was the guard who had brought the orc, presumably it was he who had moved the Argonian after he lost consciousness. Next to him on the bench was the orc who he had just healed. "Did I really black out? I really should watch how much energy I consume..." He looked back up at the guard, smiling, and said, "That's what I get for trying to help everyone!" he chuckled briefly before continuing,

"I should be alright now. I just overexerted myself. All I need is some time to rest and regain some of my energy. Thank you for helping me, and for bringing this one to me. Otherwise I wouldn't have known about him. I think I'll stay here and wait for our friend to wake up so I can be sure he's okay. Feel free to continue with your duties, guardsman." He smiled weakly at the guard, feeling the strain of the morning's events. In an hour or two I should be alright, but I need to be careful about how much magicka I consume. That could have been much worse... he thought to himself as the guard walked away, eager to return to his normal duties where, Itan-Ru was certain, things were a lot more normal.

[Fanny Rouyé]

Alguidar, Valton's Farm, Morning

Gorbad and Nellis talked briefly about the mine. Apparently, dangerous creatures lurked inside. Having worked under the sun his whole life, the thought of being trapped under the surface with no light but the flickering flames of a torch, brought shivers all over his body. Wouldn't go down there for any price. He thought as both his guests scheduled a meeting in the inn and Gorbad took his leave.

"So, where were we? " Said Alguidar as Nellis looked back at him. "Ah, the apples! Right."

Alguidar started picking a few more apples and putting them on the small basket when Roymund approached the two. He was leaving to town and he wanted to know if Alguidar needed anything, and indeed, there was something he was missing. He intended to go to a store himself but maybe Roymund could save him the trip.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Fig sap!" Said Alguidar to the hunter as he took a few coins from a bag. "Maybe the lady in the store has some."

He finally extended his hand with 20 gold coins that he separated from Gorbad's payment.

"Ten should be enough but since it's a rare item up here, take this!"

[saharen beauty]

Annika, Valton General Store, Morning
Annika thought about the propisition (sp) for a momment. "Well, I was thinking more around 47 setiems for them," she said slowly, continuing to think as she spoke. She had found the soul gems herself, so she wouldn't have to really worry about making a profit over what she had "bought them for", it was just point blank profit for the store, and though she wasn't very skilled yet she could relize a low offer when givin.

[Michelle davies]

Nellis Nelsh, Valton Farm, Morning.

Gorbad left the group, heading back to Valton. Nellis watched as the old orc left for his forge. A man looking like a Hunter approached, offering to head into town to buy supplies. Must have been a friend of Alguidar. The farmer got together a few apples for Nellis, and set the hunter up with all he needed to buy from the shop.

"He's a good man, er...mer. Gorbad, I mean. Pays me rather well for digging up the ore in that mine. Not a bad way to make a living. Normally hard to find a mine to work at. Only one near Windhelm was in Kyne's Grove....you said you lived in Windhelm, right? How long had you been there?" Nellis said to Alguidar.

In his mind, Nellis was recalling that city. Horrid old place. The Nord's were glory hounding fools who praised Jarl Ulfric as if he was the second coming of Talos. The Dunmer there were bitter over the fact that Ulfric gave them a run down section of the ancient city to call "Home" implying that it could actually be lived in! And the poor Argonians were locked out of the town. Then again, violence between them and Dunmer would rise if they came into the walls. Unlike many Nord's, Nellis had no love for the Stormcloaks. After all, what could be expected from a Nord raised in Cyrodili?

[Ludivine Dupuy]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Valton General Store --> Outside Hela's Folly, morning.

He expected the young shopkeeper to try something bold by putting the price up at eighty septims. Instead, she said forty-seven septims. "Forty-Seven?" He had another look at them gems, double-checking if they were broken or not. "This lass isn’t going to become rich by selling goods below the market price.." He thought and shrugged. It was a much better deal than he'd expected, so he wouldn't try to haggle it down from there. In his mind he'd played this conversation over and over again, always ending up at around sixty-five septims. But forty-seven?

"Forty-seven is barely enough for me to afford, but I'll take them." He said. He counted out the septims and handed them over. Now that he was in the shop, he might as well have a look around. He saw the iron shipment he'd brought in. None had been sold. He felt lucky to have gotten rid of those and get paid for them, while the shopkeeper would now have to sell them to someone else if she wanted profit. Good deal for the smith, bad deal for the shop. But that's what business was all about. He took the two gems, nodded a good-bye to the young lady behind the counter and left the store, still amazed by the low price of the gems.

What should he do now? He didn't have enough material to work with, so he couldn't do any forge work. He had no customers who needed anything. Gorbad found himself strolling around in Valton, the big scene at the keep was still there. A wounded horse lay on the ground outside his forge. A group of three men stood idly chatting by the horse, while an orc and the priest were on a nearby bench. A very crowded area indeed. But since none of that was any of his business, he ignored it all and opened the door to the house instead. He hid the gems in a small drawer, underneath a tankard that was upside down. He thought about going to the hot springs. But that meant he'd have to walk straight through all that what was going on outside. "Might as well have a chat with those newcomer's, see what's brought them to Valton." He thought.

Out of the door and on to the street he went. "Good morning to you younglings. May I ask what has brought you to Valton?" He said as he walked up to the three of them. They looked like a tough bunch, but held themselves in a way Gorbad couldn't quite place his finger on. Probably the sailor position being used to the waters instead of solid land.



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Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Morning

While the khajiit was signing the paper, Alfhed the scribe pushed inside a wood elf. Alfhed then closed the door to the keep and occupied the rest of the crowd while the Jalr spoke with the elf. He introduced himself as Erutaron from Vvalenwood, here to open up a stable. The hold did indeed have an empty stable for this purpose.

"Aah yes, I was wondering when someone like you arrived to the hold. There's an empty stables in the north-west part of Valton, can't miss it. However, it isn't free as you very well can imagine. A house here in Valton is very cheap, merely a thousand septims. The stables on the other hand are both a house and a stables. The price is going to be 1400 septims." He looked at the bosmer, trying to figure out if the man had any money to pay for the stables.

[мistrєss]

Gawain, NorthWest of Valton, Morning

The smoldering remains of a small fire and some disturbed soil was the only evidence of the previous night's camping place for one Cocius Gavanicus Jannus. The Nibenese Imperial much preferred Gawain though, and unless he was in the presence of other Nibenese, he would introduce himself as such. He had been a prince, of sorts, and used to the adventures that came from that. Had been. That was before he had gone out one night to find one of his precious dogs and he had returned to find his town burning and most of the inhabitants killed including his family. He had packed up his dogs and several things he would need to survive for a while in a wagon and had set off to find a new way of life somewhere else.

So he had headed for High Rock, the place of his mother's birth, but had heard rumors along the way of a new hold being made in Skyrim and the need for settlers was great. The choice was easy for Gawain and he changed course for this new hold, Valton, hoping he could find a place to settle down and possibly breed and sell dogs, as well as raise the snow wolf pup that he had rescued maybe a week ago. It had looked only a few weeks old and was attempting to svckle the teat of what Gawain assumed was it's dead mother when he had happened upon it. The mother had what looked like massive gashes along it's side and several extremely large punctures in it's neck, the calling card of a Sabre cat. Stretching out his senses, which were enhanced with magicka, he could not detect any Sabre cats in the area, and nothing else of a dangerous sort, so he took the pup with him and had been taking care of it since.

This particular morning, he had figured that he was maybe only half a day's travel from the hold, but that was only a rough estimate, since he really had no idea where it was in relation to his current position. With a sharp whistle, his eight dogs had come running, not having strayed too far from the camp, and after loading up his five breeding dogs, he helped Forsta, his old wolfhound that was nigh on ancient up onto the bench at the front of the wagon and the other two dogs waited silently by the horse pulling the wagon. After a quick check that his two axes, coinpurse, sack of jerky bits, and long knife were placed appropriately, along with his cape, he jumped up on the bench beside the old hound and let out another whistle, this one differing in pitch, and the horse set off down the road with a jerk, the two dogs plodding along next to it silently.

(OOC: I plan on getting him there in the afternoon, so when I'll post again then.)

[JAY]

Arriving at Valton, morning
Leandra

Glancing over her shoulder, the Nibenese spared only the usual solitary elevated eyebrow to display her surprise. As far as her expression was concerned, at least; there were few forces in the universe that could stop her from running off at the mouth. That Daedric Princes fell short of the list was rather telling.

"I guess it was too much to expect that you sedentary village folk actually do have these things called 'lives'. Suppose the old adage that everyone in Tamriel is just standing around by the wayside waiting for a sufficiently armed wanderer to come by and solve their problems is true after all..." Then again why wouldn't it be. Whatever goes on in these 'shacks' and 'farmsteads' of theirs can be neither healthy nor interesting, if I had to sit around in a cabbage patch all day I'd jump at the chance to follow someone new around too... Ordinary everyday life was something that fell far outside her area of expertise, which didn't bother her much.

Despite the fact waking up to the smell of incense had swung her mood towards prefering solitude, as a rule Leandra never swung far enough to consider actively shooing someone away; given the disparity between her appearance and her actual nature, that was probably for the best. Nastiness might ensue otherwise, you never know what kind of bright people populate the world. "Just keep your tail to yourself and away frum my 'rump area'."

Moths know it's weird enough without getting in the way. The irony of her considering Argonian and Khajiit tails odd was, of course, lost on the mercenary.

Thinly veiled lies poked through the cloud of steam and thought surrounding her head for a moment, prompting only a slight shrug. "You pick skills up on the road sometimes. I'm told I make a very good blood-sacrifice to the Lord of Destruction and a pretty decent midnight dancer with the eels." While in the chaotic mess of her waking thoughts she may've considered the 'threat' seriously, by now that was as far behind as the incense that had perturbed her so. It didn't take much for the mercenary to arrive at the conclusion that no amount of alcohol could've resulted in a romance of the scaly sort.

Maybe if Scales was a fellow Niben. And if the wine was much, much better. And a dinner and some corny heroics together wouldn't have hurt either... There was a brief tug somewhere down there; Leandra thumbed the locket hanging from her neck. Even sellswords could get homesick after a while, disconcertingly often lately where she was concerned. It's been ages since I've had the chance to chat with someone from the Heartland, hasn't it.

Thus it was that she arrived to Valton, trying to sort through the clutter of disjointed thoughts and musings that took the cue to leap upon her with the slightest thought of home. Rather conveniently, however, they were all swept away soon enough by the fact that entering Valton from another direction seemed to turn it upside down somewhat.

Crowded the street wasn't, not compared to some of the cities Leandra had visited throughout her wanderings; but compared to what she'd seen yesterday, it was positively overflowing with people. Between a wounded horse surrounded by four figures, an unconscious shape that she recognized as an Orc and what seemed to be the priest Jormaw had mentioned, if she'd recognized the robe correctly, this morning handily outdid the past one when all she'd met was one single maybe-farmer. Quite convenient. Her shoulder-pipe spat out a merry puff of steam as if concurring that such a cluster was rather more likely to yield information quickly than poking around the entire town.

"Excuse me," The trail of steam Leandra left in her wake stopped with her, accumulating in a faint cloud just over her head, like an odd halo. She had chosen the group standing by the horse to pester first. "I'm looking for a Gorbad the blacksmith." There was a split second pause before she decided that the Jarl probably wouldn't mind if she used working for him to maybe speed things up a little. "On the Jarl's behalf."

[ladyflames]

Alguidar, Valton's Farm, Morning

Alguidar's attention returned to Nellis as the miner inquired about Alguidar's past in Windhelm.

"How long? More than I can remember!" Said Alguidar with pride. "Never spent much time in the city, though. Went there every week with supplies. The Jarl himself fed on my products! Kept him strong for the fight, you see?"

The glow in Alguidar's eyes was obvious. His adoration of Ulfric was unmistakable. For the farmer, Windhelm and its leader, represented Skyrim's purest essence. Everywhere else, it felt diluted as the will of outsiders kept forcing itself on Skyrim's ancient traditions. He missed the safe and predictable life of the Eastmarch. Life in Valton was slowly making him more tolerant but he didn't feel at home in here. Not yet anyway.

"I remember folks from the Grove. Those hungry miners needed the inn supplied. Never payed well though, always looking for more mead than food." Said Alguidar as he looked for some of the best looking apples in the tree.

"This was before it all changed." The pride in his voice started fading as he remembered the failure of his old farm. "Constant blizzards. Cheap Riften garbage that passed as food. My brothers leaving for the war..." It wasn't his character to complain and bring down his guests so he quickly searched for a silver lining in the story.

"... and it all led me here! Where the sun is warm and the land is brimming with life!" Said Alguidar with a smile as he picked one last apple from the tree. Alguidar had 10 apples in the small basked by this point. He thought that should be enough so he started looking for the lid.

"What about you, Nellis? I don't remember seeing you you up there. I think I'd recognize the hat! Ha! Ha!" Said Alguidar, wanting to know more about his guest. The hat seemed out of place in the miner's apparel but he didn't know if he realized that, so he began to worry he'd take offense to the remark.

[Love iz not]

Roymund Inventius, Valton farm. Morning

With a nod, Roymund accepted the twenty coins from Alguidar "Sig [censored], Sure." he replied, spinning round on his heels. He strode off towards the farm gate, his hands tucked deep in his pockets. "What the bloody hell's fig sap?" he though with a slightly shrug "Annika'll know."
Passing the farms gate, he let out a brief chucking as he thought back to his first arrival on the farm several days back. How things have changed. He continued on down towards Valton centre, whistling the an old tune.

As the hunter arrived in town, he was alittle taken back by the scenes infront of him. Valton seemed alot busier today "Must be new settlers" he decided. He spotted Itan-Ru, the Argonian priest who had tended to his wounds a day back, who looked to be worn out as he was slouched back against the walls of the Inn. "Either that, or he had a rough night drinking.." he grinned slightly, alittle paranoid the priest would misjudge Roymunds expressions for laughing at his situation, he thought it best to head across and speak to him. Perhaps he could return the favour for the priests services on his arm. "Greetings, Priest." he said, offering a smile. "You look alittle uncomfortable down there, might i offer a hand?"