[naomi]

Welcome to 'Valton: The New Hold', RP Thread #8


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/
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1360105-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread-4/
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1364736-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread-5/
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1368594-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread-6/
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1375973-valton-the-new-hold-rp-thread-7/


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.


Events before RP Thread #7 began:

Spoiler

- Daedric princes have their eyes on the town of Valton.
- Julius the mason is building fortifications at the Shimmermist Mine.
- The bandit leader Wolfgar and two other bandits are still waiting for a trial, rotting in the Valton Jail.
- The court-mage Fiona is still missing. Leandra and Jormaw are asking around citizens of Valton about it.
- Valton's priest, Itan-Ru has proven to be quite a handy healer, on more than one occation. He's gone through some hallusination (or something similar) thanks to the (poison?) Jormaw scratched on his hand.
- Jacqueline is working on a mannequin for the blacksmith, which is soon ready.
- Jormaw is trying to come up with a way to fix the hatred both Alguidar and Jacqueline feel towards him.
- Sarya has now taken over Hela's Folly.
- The blacksmith, Gorbad, is trying to sell the black chitin-leather armor, letting Jacqualine and Alguidar spread word around Valton of it. He's also trying to get some soul gems filled, and dig up some of the better ore found in Shimmermist mine.
- Roland is up and about, in an unknown location at the time being.
- Theseus has healed well from his wounds and has a crush on Jacqueline.
- Both Roland and Theseus have Nuramon to thank for saving their lives, neither of whom seem about to pay up.
- Nuramon almost turned into a werewolf inside Helas' Folly when he realized Jal had stolen a everything he'd invested in the store. He's ón his way to Riften....
- The extremely old dunmer, Varyn, lost his temper and almost put one of his workers on fire. He spent the night sitting on his trunk with his head leaned against a table in the inn.
- Danus Maximus continues his attempts to convince Jarl Radwulf to side with the empire, or at least let the empire within Valtons borders.
- Titus is trying to become a guard.
- Itan-Ru's brother, Sae-Kas, a highly skilled smuggler, is soon to arrive to Valton.
- The thieves guild has finally found courage to send a few men to Valton, the Khajiit brothers Ra-Tara and J'shar. Neither of whom have been very active lately...
- A new stable might be opened in Valton soon, if Erutáron, the bosmer, finds his way to Valton. Owner isn't active...
- Two stormcloak spies, Lokir and Allessandra, have arrived to Valton and set up a jewelry-shop. Neither of them are very active...
- Garrett is... Not very active. He's most likely in Riften.
- Annika the shop-keeper has gone away again... Visiting the store will require some character-control.
- An orc who's suffering from dwarfism, Urgoc, has found himself by accident in Valton. He wanted a visit with the Jarl, but almost got into a major fight with the down guards. He's currently in the Valton jail.
- Nellis Nelsh, the miner, has made a come-back. Thanks to Jormaw's harsh way to question him, the weak miner fainted inside Shimmermist mine. He's currently in Hela's Folly, angry as a bull who's seeing red at Jormaw.
- The Jarl is not pleased with Daikanos actions. A conversation between the two of them is to be expect, with an unknown outcome...
- A sailor and river trader, Ulfgar, is in Riften, have arrived to Valton. Standing about idly in the middle of town must be fun!
- It's raining heavily in Valton. It's dark and cloudy. Thunders can be heard in the distance.
- Roymund is determined to deal with the wolf situation.
- Alfhed melkedrikk is trying to sell a house to a dogbreeder, but both of them have been standing about for hours now without talking...
- Alguidar's apple trees have turned out to be real treasures.
- Trannigan is trying to become a guard. He's in the captains (daikanos) private quarters right now, waiting for the man to voice his opinion.
- Skelen, a shady argonian has arrived to Valton. Currently sitting inside Hela's Folly chatting with the owner Sarya.

Current events (tbc, maybe):
- There's a fire in Valton.


Head over to the http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1392943-valton-the-new-hold-ooc-sign-up-thread-xx/ for further information and questions.

[Veronica Flores]

Bjorn the carriage driver. On the way to Riften

He had just made his horse continue on their way after he, together with the help of the Bosmer, had set up a canvas roof over the carriage which would keep them dry along the way. It was a concept he had figured out and one of his best friends, a carpenter actually realized it. As soon as afternoon had come the clouds had been gathering until the sky had completely blackened way too early for the time of the year. Soon the first raindrops had started to fall. Bjorn had hoped it would end with a few drops but his hopes didn’t become reality. What started as a small drizzle escalated into a storm. A heavy downpour accompanied by heavy thunder and lightning.

The bosmer had stayed in the back of the cart where he remained dry. Bjorn on the other hand had felt some of the rain, although the design of the carriage made him stay dry enough. He had covered himself in a warm bear skin cloak and it sure helped to keep the water away from his body. They had continued like that for the whole afternoon and the early evening until it became clear to him that the roads were becoming too muddy to continue. It was too big a strain to the horse and it was no use if the ground was so wet that the wheels just slit through it instead of turning around. He turned his head to the back of the carriage and called out to the bosmer. “What would you say if we find a dry place for the night? I know of a little cave large enough to fit the us all in.” The cave was not so far anymore and was big enough to actually drive the carriage in and keep it and the horse dry as well.

All he could hear were some soft unarticulated grunts coming from behind him. He blamed it on the howling wind that the words just got lost in. Bjorn simply assumed the Bosmer agreed with him and made way towards the shelter. It wasn’t far and Bjorn couldn’t wait to get out of the rain and create a small fire. It would keep the eyes he had been seeing every so many minutes away, give them the opportunity to dry their clothes and eat some warm meat. When he turned his cart onto a smaller path, just big enough to fit the horse and wagon the Bosmer climbed up front. “What are you doing?” He asked with a deep and hoarse voice

“Finding shelter like I told you five minutes ago.” He answered while he looked at the bosmer’s sweating face. It was odd that the Bosmer, dressed as he was, was actually sweating. Now that he took a closer look to the mer’s face he also saw it was pale and his eyes stood like he was enduring pain. “You’re not sick, are you?” He asked.

“You can’t stop! We need to hurry! There is not enough time for this.” The bosmer said with a stern voice.

“Yeah well, we can’t continue in this weather. Betty here can’t keep on dragging this carriage all the way to Riften through the mud. I’m sure your business can wait a day. What is it again you needed to do?”

The bosmer snarled at him. “Nothing of your concern. Private business.”

The sound of the Bosmer’s voice had surprised him. Bjorn though it was a very reasonable question to ask, especially when the business seemed to be more important than Betty’s health. “Whoa, apparently not only women can have their time of the month.” He said jokingly. The Bosmer stayed silent and climbed back. Stupid elf thinking he can boss me around. If I say we are stopping for the night to hide from the rain, then the gods be damned were stopping for the night to hide from the rain.


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He could see the entrance from where he was at the moment and he knew it wasn’t far anymore. From the left and right from the path he could hear howls of wolves through the wind. He shivered and the hair on his arms stood up. He hated wolves because he knew they’d love his horse as a meal. When he took another quick glance at the back he could see the bosmer sitting in a somewhat upright position with the expensive looking bow in his hand an arrow loosely nocked. The mer was shaking over his whole body and breathing heavily. “What’s happening?” He called out. The bosmer quickly turned his head and placed a finger on his lips. A strange feeling rose up in him and he wondered if the Bosmer was using some sort of magic and that might be the reason for him being so pale, sweaty and shaky. Bjorn vowed to himself never to accept any mer on his carriage again. They were to alien for his likes.

He hurried Betty up to reach the cave before whatever the Bosmer was expecting to happen would happen. He noticed the howls of the wolves had gotten closer, much closer. He was focused on the way forward and his heart was beating heavily in his chest. From the corner of his eyes he could see two wolves running alongside the carriage. A yelp made him turn his head and he saw that the Bosmer had released the arrow which had created a tear in the fabric of the canvas. A heavy crash on the side of the carriage destroyed the wheel. It tilted and when a second wolf jumped on top of it the carriage flipped over sending him and the Bosmer flying through the air. He turned around in the air, his vision changing from dark ground to the beautiful full moon that peeped out from behind a small hole in the dark cover of clouds. Then he smacked on the ground.

He was disorientated from the fall and it took him a few moments to realize what was happening. He could see one of the wolves on top of Betty. It tore her throat out with one strong bite. His eyes watered as a fury came over him. He looked around in search for something that he could use as a weapon and saw the Bosmer lying on his back struggling to keep the jaws of a second wolf away from his face. He could see his axe, a simple tool used for woodchopping, lying next to the Bosmer just out of the man’s reach. He ran over to it and quickly grabbed it from the ground. He glanced over at Betty’s body and then back to the Bosmer. Betty was dead. He could still help the Bosmer although there was definitely something of about him.

He felt stronger and braver with the axe in his hands. He carefully walked up to the wolf on top of the Bosmer, while also keeping an eye on the second one, but that one was too busy with Betty. It was an enormous beast, although his fear might have made it look bigger than it actually was. It had a thick dark grey coat with some black mixed with it, fiery yellow eyes and big, sharp teeth with which he was trying to chew on the Bosmer’s head. Saliva dripped out of the beast’s mouth and flew around its head as it gnarled and shook his head from left to right. At the time he didn’t wonder how the Bosmer, who hadn’t appeared overly muscular, could hold of a beast with such power.

He needed only a few more steps until he would be close enough to split the beast’s head in two when he froze. He heard a soft growling from behind him, closer than it had been before. [censored], I must’ve lost the other wolf out of sight. He tried to turn around without making the wolf attack him. When he saw the menacing beast he took a step back and he felt his pants, which were already wet from the rain, becoming warm. In a sudden burst of energy the wolf leaped. Bjorn reacted he blindly swung his sword from left to right. The attack connected and he felt blood and pieces of bone fly around and on his face. He had closed his eyes during the attack and thus failed to see the beast falling up on him. He crashed on the ground for a second time, now with the heavy wolf on top of him.


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The wolf was dead, of that he was sure. He pushed the beast of off his body and he stumbled back on his feet. He still clenched the axe in his hands as he turned to see how the Bosmer was doing. His mouth fell open as he saw the Bosmer sitting on his hands and knees, mouth open and panting heavily while his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. When he looked around he could see the wolf lying on top of carriage impaled on some piece of wood that was sticking out. The struggle between the Bosmer and the wolf hadn’t happened that far from the carriage but he couldn’t comprehend how the mer had managed to throw the beast away that far. He carefully approached the Bosmer with his axe raised. “What are you?!” he asked the mer, his voice pitched by fear. He remembered he hadn’t even asked the mer’s name earlier, so he quickly added, “Who are you?”

The Bosmer didn’t respond instead he roared into the night as he bended backwards. He was in pain by something, Bjorn could clearly see that. He could hear the pain in his voice, see it in the eyes of the mer and by the way he twisted his body. Could this be a curse lain upon this man? If so what a terrible person would let someone go through such pain? His compassion took over and it forced his legs to move over to the Bosmer. “hey, where are you wounded?” He asked before putting the Bosmer’s arm around his shoulder and picking up from the ground. “Come on, shelter isn’t that far.”

The Bosmer resisted his help and pushed him away before falling back on the ground. His hands grasped his stomach as he let out another roar of pain. Bjorn wanted to help again but was surprised as he looked at the Bosmer’s eyes. The colors had changed. His eyes were a radiating gold with slit pupils, when his eyes dropped down he could see the teeth of the man getting longer, especially the canines. He stumbled backwards amazed and scared by what he saw. He took no notion of the ground and tripped over the axe he had dropped. He continued crawling away from the bosmer while he grabbed the axe in the process.

For some reason his legs did not obey his mind. He remained a good distance away from the Bosmer, but instead of running away and increasing the gap between them he remained and watched. Apart from fear and anguish he also felt intrigued by what was happening. He couldn’t pull his eyes from the Bosmer who was rolling around in a ball, while crying and roaring in pain. A new louder roar escaped the Bosmer’s lips when his arms shot up in the air and dislocated itself, followed by a loud snap as the Bosmer’s arm broke. Bjorn turned to the side and vomited at the sight. Finally his mind had the control over his body again. He slowly got back up in his feet while he watched how more bones broke while the cries became louder and more bestial. To Bjorn it seemed like the body was completely reforming itself. It was then that he realized what was happening. His suspicion got confirmed when he noticed an excessive hair growth. “a werewolf!” he gasped.


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Bjorn turned around on his feet, dropped the axe and dashed into the opposite direction of the beast. He ran through bushes, not caring about the cuts and scratches he received on his arms and legs while he kept on going. He noticed that the cries had stopped after five minutes of running. He hoped the beast had been stopped by something or that a wolf had jumped the transforming Bosmer before it could complete the transformation, but his mind told him not to count on it. He slowed down his pace to a steady running instead of sprinting to preserve his energy and increase the distant between him and the beast. The scenario kept on going round and round his head. The attack of the wolves, the changing of the Bosmer. How he got away. He had a great story to tell when he’d be home again. Not many could say they survived an encounter with a werewolf. Then his thoughts ventured back to Betty. Tears weld up in his eyes again. She had been his only friend for the past three years he had been offering his services as a carriage driver. He constantly changed from location and company and she was the only that had remained constant. The connection he had with her went deep and her loss was a terrible one to him.

Tears blinded his sight and he had to stop running. He leaned against a tree and gasped for air while he dried his tears with the back of his hand. He forced his mind to push his feelings away until he’d be between the safe walls of Riften. He’d even prefer the burglars and pickpockets from Riften over the monster he had travelled with. When he looked around he noticed he had no idea where he was. Everything looked the same around him at night and he hadn’t noticed in what direction he had taken of earlier. He was lost on his own without a weapon, nor food. The only good thing about it was that it seemed like he hadn’t been followed.

[Benjamin Holz]

OOC: I'm going to post this already as well.

The Beast. Woods between Riften and Valton, Night.

It held up his nose and inhaled the air. There it was again. A faint smell of a scent it loved so well. It rolled the taste on his tongue as it tried to determine what it was. Human male or female? Silently and very swift it moved away from the destroyed cart, dead horse and wolves into the woods. His nose followed the scent. Apart from that faint human smell it was following, it smelled nothing that posed a possible treat. A few wolves, a scared rabid that quickly took off, a startled deer, the wet grass and leaves of the trees above him. it filtered all of the different scents in the back of his mind while it focused on a more promising smell. It was male. He knew it.

It continued on. its feet touched the ground and his body moved through the overgrowth of the woods but everything remained silent, apart from the few startled animals that had stirred when he took off, everything remained motionless since then, apart for the swaying leaves. It moved at a constant pace. Neither slow, nor fast. He didn’t need to hurry, the human, Nord, wouldn’t get far. It had been a long time since it had tasted Nordic flesh, but he recalled the taste of it all too easy. It had a distinct taste from other human or mer flesh. To its extremely sensitive senses every human or mer race had their own distinctive taste and smell. It was the only way it could keep them apart.

It sensed it was getting closer and the sound of boots hitting the ground confirmed it. The Nord wasn’t that big. But they still sunk deep into the wet forest ground. Now it could discern a slight pinch of horse mixed with the Nordic scent as well. It had to think about the dead horse next to the destroyed cart. For a second it regretted going after this human instead of feasting on the horse. He wasn’t to fond of Nordic meat. His only grips with the horse was that it didn’t run away. There was no chase that would predate the feast.

It quickened its pace and quickly started catching up with the Nord. Keeping a dozen meters away from the man it passed at the man’s right and ran passed him. It enlarged the gap between them. Its nose told him the man was still coming in its direction. It ran straight for a tall, wide tree and used its claws to climb it. Now it had to wait. Only for a few minutes though. It gave the beast enough time to prepare for its leap. Saliva dripped from its mouth as it thought about the flesh it would soon sink its teeth in.

After a few minuts it saw the man crawl out some bushes and lean against a tree. The man was breathing heavily and he cried. He could taste the salt from the man’s tears in the air. The distance between them wasn’t big and it stood at an elevated position. It could easily make it and end it with one bit. One snap of its powerful jaws. it leaned forward on the large branche and collected its strength. With one majestic jump, it pushed itself of off the branche and leaped in the air, hissing loudly, maw open and teeth extracted.


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He still had trouble catching his breath and the tears wouldn’t run dry. When he tried to rub them away he only rubbed mud and sand in his eyes which only caused him to cry more. He cursed loudly and kicked against the tree on which he was leaning. He cried out as he broke his toe. It took Bjorn a few moments to bring his toughts to his current situation again. Part of him wanted to lay down and just forget about it all, while another part of him wanted him to continue on until he’d reach the safe walls of a city, Riften if he was lucky.

Eventually the part of him that just wanted to lay down and forget about it all won from his survival instincts. He figured it wasn’t worth it anyway. Not with the loss of Betty. She was all he had in this world. He had no real friends, travelling around all the time made that hard. His family, warrior and Stormcloak sympathizers didn’t want him anymore. Not since he decided to become a carriage driver and he had no other house or woman to return to. Betty was all he had and she was gone. Food for the wolves.

He slowly helped himself on the ground, cursing when he leaned on his broken toe when he heard the rustle of leaves. He realized it was the first sound he heard, except for his heavy breathing, after he had started leaning against the tree. He crawled on his feet again, just in time to hear a loud, devellish hiss. He turned around ignoring the pain in his toe as adrenaline rushed through his veins.

He saw two golden eyes fly towards him from the dark of a tree. The contours of huge, catlike body followed this demon eyes. Fear overtook him and pinned him down, as he brought his hands to his head to protect his face from the menacing claws and teeth. To late. The sharp teeth sunk into the soft, sweet flesh of his neck and ended his life with one powerful snap.


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Nuramon cursed as he saw the man turn around, startled by the hiss. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t control himself. The beast inside had taken over the controle of his body and all he could do was watch from the cell in his head. He pulled and rattled the cage he was imprisoned in, but to no avail. When its teeth sunk into Bjorn’s flesh, Nuramon screamed in unison with the Nord. A soundless cry that could only be heard by the beast. He tried everything in his might to stop it from killing the Nord, but no promise or oath could persuade the beast. There was nothing he could do. He felt tears welling up from his eyes and the beast laughed.

[Alexandra Louise Taylor]

Greorn, Hela’s Folly à Valton, Night.

Smoke filled the evening sky when he walked out of the Dancing Bear, the local tavern. The loud screams of ‘fire’ had led him out, together with all other patrons. When his eyes followed the smoke down to the ground he saw it was coming from his father’s mill. “No!” he shouted before running of through town towards the lumbermill. He couldn’t grasp it. He couldn’t understand what could have possibly created the fire. People carrying buckets followed him but his long legs and large steps quickly left them behind. “Father!” he shouted before bursting in the door. He was greeted by hot flames and smoke that made him cough. When he opened his eyes again he noticed that he was sitting up in his room in the inn. What was the damn name again? His still sleeping mind had trouble coming up with the name again, not that it mattered.

What mattered was the smoke he could smell through the open window and the cries of fire he could clearly hear. He cursed and, still dizzy from his sleep, put on his pants and walked out of his room. A lot of people where still sitting in the inn as if nothing was happening, but he did see an Altmer run outside. Why is no one reacting? Am I still dreamin? He made his way towards the door as he turned to random patrons, without paying any attention to who. “There’s a fire! We need buckets! You’ve got to help put it down!”

Just as he set food outside the inn the whole building that was on fire exploded. He had to take a step back and rub his eyes. After a few minutes he felt the blindness wear off, although it looked like the deafness would need a little longer to take off. He ran outside again, fully awake now and ran towards the Orc he saw falling on the ground. He picked him of the ground and dragged him away from the building, which wasn’t easy due to the Orc’s weight, closer to what seemed to be a smithy. He slapped him in the face to get him back to consciousness. “Where’s the Altmer?”