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85 | 2023-09-14 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "\"I think you'll like Ma. Hard-working woman who doesn't take anything from anyone. But as long as you respect her and her family and her farm, a total sweetheart. The kind that'll invite you in for dinner and a night's rest.\"\n\nHe spoke very fondly of his mother, if it wasn't obvious before than the fact that they had a good, healthy relationship should be clear now. \n\n\"Alright... You're gonna wanna take a right here...\" He'd start, looking around at the natural landmarks and starting to help Damien find his family farm, Ashroot Farm"
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He has the horses turn to the right, \"My parents are fine, I suppose. They're both retired back in Camlorn, While on my little adventures I have to wrangle any and all logistical issues with the mining business. I doubt my father would be happy with the changes I made to that,\" He says with a chuckle, \"But it's not like he can do anything about it.\""
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "\"Mining business? I heard that there's good money in the mines if you can handle the work. Though I don't know if I could ever do that.\" He'd absently chuckle and shake his head, gesturing to a left up the road. \n\n\"Turn here, then just keep straight. Should see it coming up\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I work logistics.\" He says, \"Mine placement, mostly, as well as some of the managing.\" The horse take the turn, \"Most of the managing I leave to the locals, though, since the mines are all the way in Elsweyr. I only take some of the profits, most of it goes back to the communities.\""
}
] | 76.5 | 340 |
60.25 | 2023-09-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "\"That's mighty nice of you. I'm sure plenty if other people would have done it the other way around, even if they didn't need the money. Greedy bastards\" Hell, even he gave to those less fortunate when he could afford it. \n\nIn the distance the farm could be seen, just a simple house with a few plots of land like the other surrounding farms. It wasn't anything too special, but it was home"
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Is that it up ahead?\" He asks, pointing to the farm, \"I hope there's feed troughs there, my horses likely need fed.\" He says, \"And perhaps some water.\""
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "\"Yup, that's it. Ashroot farm. And as for the horses, don't worry about them. I'll make sure they're well taken care of. Besides, Ma will probably want to talk to you when we get there\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I'm sure it will be a nice conversation.\" He says, slowing the horses down as they approach the farm. The fancy carriage looks very out of place in the environment, it'd look out of place anywhere in Skyrim, but in the farmlands of Eastmarch it sticks out like a sore thumb"
}
] | 56 | 241 |
71.333333 | 2023-10-13 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "She would give a small smile and chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. **\"I still can't believe that this is happening. My boy, taken under by an outlander noble. His father would be so proud. I am as well.\"**\n\nTilting her head, she'd nod, and in would walk in Darthan with some snow on his shoulders and head, chuckling"
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "\"Some mighty fine companions you have there, Damien. Do you want something to eat? Drink? I think we have some milk still somewhere...\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I'm quite alright.\" He says, \"You have been quite hospitable, my lady, but I wish not to intrude further. Once young Darthan is ready we shall take our leave.\" He says standing up, \"Excuse me, but I must retrieve something from my carriage.\" He says giving a polite bow. He exits the house and returns with a small pouch, \"A gift, consider it your first payment.\" He says, handing the pouch to Darthan. Inside it are several gems, containing few flaws"
}
] | 80 | 214 |
75.625 | 2024-01-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Darthan would shimmy through the gem bag, muttering a few things like \"Fresh tools, farmhands, reshoeing Cinder\" And the likes. Before turning and hearing 300 or more septims a month.\n\n\"Thank you sir, you want regret hiring me. I promise you\"\n\nDarthans mother would give a small smile, before taking the man's hand in thanks, bowing her head \"Azura's Grace be upon you, we cannot thank you enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"May Kynareth grant you a bountiful crop, and may Y'ffre tell your story.\" He says to the mother, \"We should be off, don't want to travel for too long at night, lest we get caught unaware. It's a long journey to Solitude, we'll need to stay at an inn on our way.\""
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Darthan would nod, embracing his mother and muttering reassurances that he'd be okay, that he'd be sure to bathe and eat enough, promising to write when he can, etc. Wiping a few loose tears from her face before kissing her forehead and walking over to Damien.\n\n\"Lead the way, Sir.\" Darthan beamed, his eyes sparkling in excitement."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Your mother seems like a wonderful woman.\" He says. An hour or so has passed since they first arrived, he takes one of the horse's lead and fastens it to the carriage, \"Get the other horse, please.\" He says politely"
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Darthan would run to get the other horse, giving it one last quick brush down before leading it to the carriage, going to assist in fastening it\n\n\"She really is, taught me almost everything I knew. Loved Pa to death and back, and still does\"\n\nHe gave a fond chuckle, petting the horse's nose softly \"Thank you for taking me on. I know I've been saying it a lot, but I just, I don't know how to express just how much this means to the both of us.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"It's better you join a group that can take care of you than go independent and die alone in one of the many barrows.\" He says, very grim but nonetheless true. He climbs aboard the carriage"
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Darthan climbed aboard the carriage, settling his blade across his lap. \"Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't think I ever asked you, why did you start this group up? Surely someone of your talent could have been hired by someone of high status, like a noble or something, and have everything covered.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I'm a cartographer by trade, wanted to see all of Tamriel and map it out. Couldn't do it without a ship so I got one, realized it was much too big to sail alone so I got 4 more. With all this space and all the travelling I do I figured I should hire some sailors, and it turns out that the people most interested in travelling in a ship, other than sailors, are adventurers.\""
}
] | 75.5 | 605 |
125.666667 | 2024-05-14 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis walks up behind Mirihil, trying to hold back a snicker. Her beloved steed came galloping to them the moment he heard Katrellis' voice, like a dog happy to see its owner.* \"Yes. This is my best friend and most trusted mount.\"\n\n*She strokes his snout.* \"Hi buddy! Did you miss me?\" *He whinnies is response and nibbles the top of her head. She pushes him back, tugs on his main softly, and runs off. Windstream chases her. Using his nose, he nudges her shoulder and turns tail. The two play a short game of tag, then Katrellis takes an apple and tosses it in the air. Immediately, the horse changes course and catches the apple!*\n\n\"Sometimes he acts more like a dog than a horse!\" *She bellows out in laughter.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil watched the whole exchange with a mix of amused bewilderment and pure astonishment. She chuckled a bit at the comment before going and greeting her own horse. He seemed much more calm and tranquil to Katrellis', but he still let out a gentle whinny and nuzzled into Mirihil's shoulder as soon as she was close enough.\n\n\"Good boy! It's good to see you too,\" She said softly, simultaneously scritching his chin and petting his head.\n\n\"Canvaroth's always been a bit reserved,\" Mirihil called back. \"I'd bet that if he could read, he'd always have his snout in a book.\""
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis chuckles at her comment. Windstream trots up behind her and tugs at her braid before stomping the ground happily.* \"I know you win.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Once both their horses were all ready to head out, Mirihil saddled up and got going. She let out a small breath of wonder at the view as they followed the road south. The mountains pierced a crystal-clear sky as a fog rolled down and swallowed the pines at their base. \n\n\"Can never quite get over how beautiful all of Tamriel is.\" Her words were almost breathless, bordering on an awestruck whisper."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Riding through the mountains of Eastmarch, Katrellis let her mind and spirit fly free. Tamriel has been nothing but kind to the maiden on adventures!* \"Aye! There is never a day that Kyne doesn't bless us with beauty in her nature.\"\n\n*The two casually make their way to Stony Creek Cave. Not exactly in a rush to cut down the bandits. They enjoy the scenic mountainous cliffs, the rocky mountain slopes, towering pines wafting their fragrance across the forest floor.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I don't hold lots of reverence for many gods, but she's definitely one of the few,\" She said with a small nod.\n\nTheir path eventually lead to a small pond, a dilapidated pier stretching a bit over it. On the small forested hill across the pond, they'd be able to make out a couple tents and a flag waving in the wind. A flag emblazoned with the Imperial Dragon.\n\n\"Hmph. Bandits causing chaos right under the Imperials' noses. Convenient.\" She dismounted and landed on the ground with a thud, walking up to the edge of the pond. She then extended her hand, frost shooting from her palm and moving in a line from the water just before them straight to the cave, causing the water to freeze into a somewhat stable path.\n\nShe then looked to Katrellis and said, \"I've got water-walking spells for myself, but figured you could use something more... Material.\""
}
] | 123.5 | 754 |
90.333333 | 2024-05-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"I'm not one for magic, most I use are healing spells.\" *She opens her hands and the glow and sparkle with a golden hue, the color that resembles restoration school.* \"Thank you for the bridge!\"\n\n*Carefully and cautiously, she begins to cross the bridge. She can hear the small crackling of the ice under her weight. She may not weigh much but her armor and weapons do add a good bit of weight. Reaching the entrance of the cave, she hears one loud pop and jumps! Thankfully, she lands at the opening, right as the ice breaks.* \"By Talos! That was almost wet!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Yeah, close one,\" She replied with a small chuckle. She then aimed her hand down towards her feet and made a gesture, a faint white shimmer appearing for a moment as the spell took hold. She walked across the water like it was solid ground. Once she reached the entrance, she looked to Katrellis and asked, \"You ready?\""
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis draws her swords. Her face lights up with mischief. Her posture takes a slight crouch; back arched, shoulders lowered, knees with a bend. She was ready to spring into action!* \"With the divines as our witness, watching and protecting our hides, let's do this!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil gave a single, quick nod before making her way into the cave."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Entering the cave led down a short tunnel, opening into a somewhat larger chamber. Before the two was a quiet pond, disturbed a bit by the movements of salmon beneath the surface. Just ahead on a wooden beam over the water, placed in front of a small waterfall, was the corpse of a traveler. An Imperial, perhaps a Breton, in unremarkable clothes. Limp, maybe a bit stiff with time. To the left, an outcrop holding a wooden crate and a couple sacks. To the right, a wooden ramp that led further into the cave. The chamber was faintly illuminated by a lantern hanging on a beam, and the flow of the water was the most audible thing here. However, a keen ear might also pick up on the faint sound of movement, echoing off the rocks from somewhere deeper within.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil once again used a concentrated beam of frost to form a bridge that she and Katrellis could cross. She hoped the running water would mask the sound, but if not... Oh well, she thought to herself. The spells would just fly sooner rather than later.\n\nShe made her way up the ramshackle wooden bridge, peeking down the subsequent path and making her way down, being careful and precise with her footing to make sure she didn't slip."
}
] | 83.5 | 542 |
87.333333 | 2024-05-20 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis follows Mirihil, swords drawn, waiting for any sign of danger. Faintly, she could hear the sounds of a pickaxe striking an ore vain. It was coming from way back in the depths of the cave. Her fingers wiggled and twitched as she held the hilts, she was ready.\n\nThe two silently crept further into the cave. Katrellis noticed a smell surrounding them. She could also see distortion in the rocks in front of them. She knew instantly what it was, gas!*\n\n\"Don't take another step!\" *She calls out to Mirihil.* \"Stand back and cast a fire spell, gas ahead!\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Indeed, there was. Flammable gas permeated the corridor along the stream, like hot air above a smoldering flame. The air distorted the way forward slightly, and there was a silhouette moving down the hallway. A humanoid, clad in fur, seemingly patrolling the area. At hearing the call of Katrellis, the figure drew forth an axe and began advancing a bit more cautiously.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil noticed the gas just as Katrellis started pointing it out, stopping in her tracks and taking a few steps back. She narrowed her eyes once she saw the bandit approaching. Rather than cast a spell straight away, she drew her sword and yelled out with a booming voice, \"Hey, fucknuts!\"\n\nHoping that would be enough to draw a more significant number of the bandits into the gas, she assumed a simple ox guard, not yet revealing her magic at all."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis bangs her swords together, making even more commotion. Her noise brings 3 more into view.* \"That's it! Come on you milk drinkers!\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Come on then, lass! Don't be shy!\"\n\n*One of the bandits rushed with axe and shield to fight, sprinting down the corridor to meet Katrellis in melee, but the others seemed hesitant. They held back, one moving for the cover of an adjacent chamber and nocking an arrow, waiting to fire at Katrellis. The others raised shields and looked warily down the corridor.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Seeing a few more trickle in, Mirihil suddenly dropped the guard and reached back. A raging sphere of searing red flame appeared in her palm before flying forward, igniting the gas as it flew through it and eventually landing with an explosio at the end of the corridor. To be safe, Mirihil also summoned a Dremora at the end of the corridor once the explosions were done with."
}
] | 85 | 524 |
112 | 2024-05-27 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The other bandits kept their distance while the one in melee fought against Katrellis with his axe, bashing her in the face with his shield and taking a swing at her neck with the axe. One of the bandits in back, still intimidated by the magic in Katrellis' voice, held tightly onto the end of an arrow, ready to shoot but too scared to act immediately. The sight of the dremora made them back off further, and underneath the sounds of battle, the footsteps of another began to echo from down the side chamber.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "As Katrellis challenged the bandit in the middle of the corridor, the Dremora charged down to the archers with a demonic war cry. Mirihil spotted the one hesitating thanks to Katrellis' shout, disappearing in a puff of crimson and black before reappearing just in front of him and going for a stab to his gut."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis dodges and blocks that attacks with her swords. She ignores the pain in her face from the shield, her body flooded with adrenaline. This causing her movements to become even faster, turning the young maiden into a whirlwind of metal!\n\nKatrellis lets out another battle cry, this one louder than the last, as she brings her swords together. As the blades meet and slide against each other, they form an 'x' around the bandits head. With a 'shing' and the quick movement of her wrist, the blades sever the bandits head from his body! The corpse drops, a lifeless bloody fountain.\n\n She then charges down the chamber, blinded by the heat of battle.*"
}
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110.333333 | 2024-05-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The bandit was caught by surprise, taking the stab to his stomach. As a reflex as he began to fell, he drew his dagger and attempted to slash one last time at Mirihil.*\n\n*From the side chamber, a bolt of crackling lightning shot at the dremora, as another bandit appeared. A mage. The archer beside him, standing on a raised platform, fired an arrow at Mirihil from above.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil saw the bandit drawing his dagger, raising her leg and kicking him off her blade and out of the range of his dagger in turn. She heard the crackle of lightning and turned, seeing the archer loosing an arrow. She used Telekinesis on the arrow, taking control of it as it flew and planting it into the throat of the bandit she'd stabbed, just to be sure.\n\nMeanwhile, the Dremora barely stumbled from the lightning bolt. He looked at the mage with a wicked grin borne of bloodlust and roared, **\"I will rend the flesh from your meat, mortal!\"** With that, he barreled towards the mage and went for a massive horizontal slash to his midsection, seeking to cleave him in two at the waist."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*The crackle of lightning brought Katrellis out of her trance. She dive-rolls behind a bunch of rocks for shelter.* \"MAGE! For the love of Talos! Why a mage?!\"\n\n*She digs through her bag for a resist magika potion. Downing it in one gulp, she stands and pulls out her bow, notching an arrow and firing at the mage.*"
}
] | 89 | 331 |
89.666667 | 2024-05-31 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*It was a dark and cloudy day in the hot springs and cold of Eastmarch. Falling rain had turned to snow, carried to the earth by the winds. Within the forests, ascending a hill, was a stranger. A very large stranger that at first seemed like a new and unseen beast, but in truth, it was an Argonian- of a sort, at least. Tall in stature with a very broad and heavy build, dressed in a very long robe or coat made of assorted furs. In one hand, they carried a huge implement of battle- the engraved tooth of some massive creature mounted on a heavy shaft, secured with metal. It seemed to softly glow like hot coals. The stranger, donning a fur hood for the frost, made his way up the hill through the trees, almost impulsively rather than an intentional journey.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Near the shore of the pond was a large tent made of woven roots coming out of the ground. Snoring can be heard coming from it, and a hooved leg sticks out of the entrance"
},
{
"author": "Vos-Kujei",
"message": "*Vos-Kujei smiled at the sight of the woven root tent, looking at it with a strange sense of familiarity. He was in no mood to disturb the stranger's sleep, but he was curious, and he walked calmly around the shore of the pond towards the tent.*"
}
] | 57 | 269 |
68.25 | 2024-06-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Mumbling can be heard from the tent, a huff as well, like the sound of a bull rearing to charge. As Vos-Kujei gets closer vines rise from the ground and grasp his legs"
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Not wise to sneak up on a Warden while he sleeps.\" He says, his voice deep and bellowing, \"Especially one of my stature.\" He steps out of the tent, revealing that he is a large minotuar, horns adorned with vines"
},
{
"author": "Vos-Kujei",
"message": "*Vos-Kujei let out a hearty reptilian laugh, unbothered by the vines tied against his legs.*\n\n\"I could not sneak if I tried, friend!\"\n\n*With a simple gesture, Vos-Kujei shifted form, and where once stood a heavy Xal-Krona, a slightly large hawk appeared, flying into the sky and landing elsewhere along the shore, shifting back into Vos-Kujei.*\n\n\"Please, there is no need for a fight, descendant of Morihaus. Quite the contrary, actually!\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "The vines slither back into the soil, \"A druid? No... I can sense it, you're a Warden, then?\" He says, \"An Argonian with knowledge of Morihaus? You are an odd sight indeed. Few are interested enough in learning about the Empire's history, let alone of my people.\""
}
] | 60 | 273 |
47 | 2024-06-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"The sight. I do not envy you.\" He says, \"Many forces seem to be centring their attentions onto Skyrim, something major is happening, and I doubt it's just the Empire and Stormcloak's squabbles.\""
},
{
"author": "Vos-Kujei",
"message": "\"I have suspected Thalmor involvement, but beyond that, I am afraid I don't know much. It is a great fortune that I have learned of the existence of the unknown danger. Perhaps there is a reason we have met one another?\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"It's a possibility. The Green works in strange ways, I'm sure you know.\" He says, \"If the war reaches a head I'm sure the Earthbones wish us here to protect nature the best we can.\""
}
] | 47 | 141 |
165.2 | 2023-04-12 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "Hjera didn't often leave the wilds around Riften. Lake Honrich was safe, close enough to the Riften Fishery that roe and overflow made it out and into the lake proper, meaning she could hunt for fish there, and the game in elk and wolf were plentiful. That being said, on occasion, reports of the she-bear of the Rift would reach an enterprising hunter, and she'd end up having to change locations.\n\nThus far, she'd avoided being outed as the... *Freak* She'd become. She would simply see the hunters, who would question her, assuming she was after the same quarry, and move on. She would use these opportunities to slip away into the wilds of Eastmarch, away from most of the major holds and instead nestling comfortably into the forest, hill, and marsh of the east. \n\nCurrently, she was hungry. Very hungry. She'd been eating, of course, but she hadn't properly *Fed* In a while, and the only way to really stop herself from going insane during these periods of abstinence was eating a DAMN big game. A pretty hefty elk, not too dissimilar from the one that had gotten her into this predicament in the first place, had caught her eye, and she chased the damn thing to what felt like the ends of Skyrim.\n\nInto... This place.\n\nSomething about this place made her think she probably shouldn't be firing arrows around willy-nilly. A great tree, greater than any she had ever seen in her life, sit perched at the far end of this cavern, a sanctuary from the harsh winters of Skyrim, lush and verdant and vibrant. It hardly looked like the same land. \n\nStill, she really wanted that elk... And he was starting to get some ground on her..."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The elk begins moving with great speed, jumping onto a ledge by one of the Nords who live there, it stands proudly, turning toward the hunter then... Speaking \"Would you please stop chasing, it is quite rude.\" The elk speaks in a low, calm voice, \"You seem quite desperate for my meat, but you will be quite disappointed by it.\" It states. Then, before your eyes the elk disappears, and in its place stands a large being, a Minotaur, despite the odds of the area."
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Get the huntress some food, please, I believe I brough back a elk, recently.\" He says to the nord near him, \"Thank you, sister, I appreciate your help.\""
},
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "Hjera would have... Mixed thoughts on what was occuring in front of her. \n\nInitially, she was absolutely *Pissing* Herself at the thought of having run into The Hunter again, but then her good sense got the better of her. This beast spoke in a gentler tone, not the almost mocking tones of Hircine. No, this wasn't for sure a friend, but he wasn't the Enemy. \n\nShe was about to swear off Elk for the rest of time until she then proceeded to see said elk vanish, and in its place... A damned *Bull-man*. \n\nRare would it be for any man or woman or mer to go from abject horror to abject confusion with such great haste, but Hjera managed it. \n\n\"... I don't mean to impose...\" She muttered weakly, barely audible over the low hum of nature around her. Suddenly, the ground became the most interesting thing in the world to her, so she decided to regard it thusly."
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "He laughs, it's a very deep laugh, echoiging off the walls of the cave, \"You are not imposing, it is a gift, a show of good will.\" He says, \"So long as you keep a handle on your affliction.\" He says, flatly, \"I mean no offense, but I wouldn't wish to endanger my friends. This is a peaceful place, The Eldergleam holds significance to us, and we wish to keep violence away from here.\""
}
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126.5 | 2023-04-13 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "Hard to say that she wasn't imposing when clearly, her very presence was a dire threat to this bull-man's happiness and way of life. Somehow, the woman managed to make herself look even smaller.\n\n\"...How do you... Know?\"\n\nRealizing she still had her bow in hand, she went about fastening it over her shoulder, just to make it clear that she had no intention of hurting anyone... Even if she apparently wasn't quite trusted, regardless."
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "He chuckles, \"You saw me turn from an elk into this, you think I can't go smaller?\" He asks, then casting a spell and turning into a large bird, flying in a circle before landing and changing back into a minotaur, \"I've seen you, thankfully you seem to steer clear of our area, of course, not that I'd let you come close.\" He says, a veiled threat, but not meaning to actually threaten the woman. You start to notice the peg-leg, as well as it sinking in that forms you saw both were missing a left leg"
},
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "If Crag had intended to put Hjera at ease, he'd failed miserably. The poor girl looked fit to burst into tears, but, to her credit, she didn't flee or even put up a fuss. She simply nodded silently, before looking up at the great tree at the far end of the trail. \n\n\"I don't come this way often... What is this place?\" She asked, finally, for the first time in their interaction, actually meeting Crag's gaze. Her previous trepidation was instead replaced by youthful curiosity, for a brief moment before she turned away from him once again and refocused her gaze on the great tree."
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "He smiles, \"You are in Eldergleam Sanctuary,\" He says, stepping out of the way and gesturing to the large thicket of large roots, sprawling down and making contact with the stream flowing through, the Eldergleam sitting atop a large hill, purple leaves and blossoms shining in the sunlight shining through the openings in the cave. Trees and other plants seem to grow in the cave, as if it were outdoors, and a hotspring sits atop a smaller hill, \"Kynareth's blessing is upon this place, that is why we are here.\" The nord lass he was speaking to earlier returns, on a fairly large handmade wooden plate sits an elk leg, roasted over a fire and well seasoned with herbs, she brings it to the huntress"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The cave is a beautiful sight, sunlight pours into the chamber from holes in the cave roof, a stream of fresh clean water flows through, water flows in through roof, pine trees sprout from the ground as if they were outdoors in the forest. The ground is lush and green butterflies and bees fly around pollinating colorful flowers. On the far end of the cavern the wall is bursting with roots, at the top of it is a massive tree with pink leaves and silver-white bark. There are plenty of pilgrims around, mostly Nords, but a few Bretons and Imperials"
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "He stands proud, and mumbles a prayer under his breath. \"Here we are, the Sanctuary of the Eldergleam. Tread carefully, and be mindful of other pilgrims.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric, for a moment, was struck dumb with amazement. He picked up the smell of people, the faint aroma of nectar, the smell of pollen and wildflowers. He heard the rush of water and the rustling of a breeze through the flora. His senses almost slowed down as he looked around, gazing on at everything he saw. And yet, somehow it wasn't overpowering. The capstone of the journey was the tree, the colossal tree that towered over the rest of the Sanctuary's inhabiting plants. Something like that could only be the Eldergleam that Crag had mentioned.*\n\n\"It's... Beautiful, brother. I'm not that knowledgeable of pilgrimages, but I'll try not to bother them. Hopefully it won't be my size.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"You won't be able to go the Eldergleam itself, but it's not necessary to, it's better to observe it from a distance. Just sit, and take it all in.\" He says, walking toward one of the ledges by the stream and taking a seat"
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"That won't be a problem, brother. This place, the air just feels different somehow. The right kind of air... I suppose? It sounds foolish to me, but that's the best way I can put it into words.\"\n\n*Sitting beside Crag on the ledge, he took a deep breath and felt relaxed. Back home he was surrounded by nature, but not like this. This was nothing more than nature's beauty given form. In the wilds, it was both beautiful and dangerous, and he often had to focus more on survival with not much time to take in its wonders. Here however, he could put it aside for a bit. Years of pent-up stress seemed to fade away and subdue with every moment he spent here. If any place in all of Tamriel belonged to Kynareth, then this would trump all others.*\n\n\"Care to hear my story, Crag? If we are kin, we may as well get to know each other.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Of course, brother. It is only right.\" He says, calmly. \n\nOver on the ridge by the Eldergleam some Spriggans can be seen, they walk along the ridge, it is clear they have no intent to do anything, they just walk, sometimes disappearing among the roots"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Very well, where to begin... Ah, right. It all begins forty or so years ago. The wilderness of Cyrodiil, not far from Bruma. Whoever my birth parents were, I do not know, for they left me there alone to die. I would have, if it weren't for my father's kind soul. A humble farmer headed to visit some relatives in Bruma when he happened upon me, a lone calf in the woods. Instead of running or attacking me, he took me back here to Skyrim, treated me like his own flesh and blood. I owe him my life.\"\n\n*Looking on at the passive Spriggans, the memories steadily became clearer to Rodric, and soon they left his mouth as his story.*"
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Hmm, something must have happened to them, I assume. Us minotaurs tend to be protective of our young.\" He says, \"I'd like to meet this man someday, he sounds like a good man.\" He says with a smile"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, he is a good man, but not one for visitors last I checked. Continuing on, I grew up on his farm. A simple life some distance from town out in the hills of the Reach, tilling the fields and working the land. Takes a lot of work, but I had the good fortune of my strength and stamina, so it wasn't too draining. I could lift my father with one hand when I was a young lad, and that same strength came into good use many times. Plenty of ruffians and madmen out in the Reach, pretty dangerous place. Long as I was around though, the farm wasn't getting attacked anytime soon. Hell, eventually I grew so big I had to start sleeping outside, couldn't fit into the house. So I slept in an adjacent shed instead, wearing cow pelts for warmth. Nothing fancy, but we were comfortable. Food, shelter, family- what more could someone ask for?\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Sounds like luxury,\" He says with a laugh, \"I'm almost jealous of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Well, around my twentieth year, that changed pretty fast. You see...\"\n\n*Rodric paused, as if he was choosing his words carefully.*\n\n\"...There was a fight one night. A very bad one. It was rough, and both me and my old man were put through a lot. And then, then I lost control. What happened next is fuzzy... I remember shouting and the sound of something collapsing. By the time I came to my senses, I was on the verge of hurting my father and part of the house was rubble. I left that night and never returned. So I lived by myself, still keeping an eye on him, but I don't get close anymore. I'm not going to put myself in a situation where he'd get hurt again.\"\n\n*Rodric sighed mournfully, looking aimlessly at the stream below his hooves. Bad memories, lots of bad memories. He was relatively happy, but he had no shortage of regrets.*"
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"That sounds bad.\" He says, \"A rampage like that... Almost killing your father, it sounds... Bestial.\" He says, \"I mean no offense, you've gone through a lot.\" He sighs"
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Indeed. They're the sort I don't feel sorrow for killing, quite the opposite. The less Forsworn around, the better. Crazed men dressing in bones and wielding weapons made from antlers and tearing their own freakin' hearts out to get stronger. Can't forget who knows how many lives they take each day, killing travelers or using them as sacrifices or some crap. Good riddance to those bastards, and same to those damned Silver Hand guys too, like they're any different to your average group of murderers and thieves hiding out in caves or rotten wood houses.\"\n\n*Rodric seemed to be getting a bit amped up as well, talking with fervor. It was pretty easy to tell he hated these kinds of people also. Understandable, given he'd lived with them. Even if they weren't a threat, that didn't make them any less problematic to other people, and he wasn't one to sit back and watch a bunch of savage madmen killing undeserving folks.*"
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"The Silver-Hand?\" He asks, \"I don't think I've heard of them, what sets them apart from other bandits?\"\n\nHe really doesn't know who they are, they aren't mentioned often by travellers, and Crag doesn't often travel far from the Sanctuary"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric paused for a moment with a slightly surprised look on his face. Maybe he said something he didn't plan, or he was just surprised that Crag wasn't aware of what he was talking about.*\n\n\"They're about the same as any other- killers living in the woods away from towns and robbing merchants and travelers. What sets them apart is their use of silvered weaponry, and their profound hatred for werewolves. They display the severed heads of the werewolves they kill on spikes at their forts. More widespread than other bandits, but in the end, they're just brigands with shiny swords and deep hate driving them.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Ah,\" He says, \"I pity Werewolves and other Lycans, it truly is a curse, no matter the benefits.\" He says. \n\nHe's had his fair share of run-ins with werewolves, living in the wilderness and all. They're one of the few foes who can actually give him a run for his money. He still pities them, though. To him they got the bad end of the deal. Deals with Daedra are not something he'd try to do, and some Lycans don't even get a choice."
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric smiled. Many of the terms Crag used were strange and unrecognizable to him- talk of spinners and earthbones and wardens- but he still listened.*\n\n\"A curious life you've had, I have to say. If you're ever interested in visiting my home, feel free. Just head to the Reach, I know it like the back of my hand. It won't be hard to find someone. It's sort of a camp, not much more than a cave with a fire, some pelts for sleeping, and a few other tools I've crafted, but it's comfortable as can be.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"I try to avoid the Reach when I can. The air... The Green... It feels wrong, tainted.\" He says, his voice with a mix of fear and disgust, \"The working of the so-called Forsworn. Their magic is unnatural...\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye... Those madmen tear their own hearts out and make deals with hagravens. They're horrible people to live near, and most don't live near 'em for as long as I have. Wager there's not a single man or woman in the hold that doesn't despise the Forsworn. Never been one for magic though, so I wouldn't know just how far their madness goes.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Those brambles that surround their camps aren't natural, they're caused by the twisted magics they perform. A horrid facsimile of druid magic.\" He says, \"They take wicked satisfaction out of mocking the Green.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"What is it you plan to do then, kinsman? I'll always end up in a petty fight with them, no matter how much I keep to myself or mind my own. But I imagine you had something else in mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"For now? I'm staying where I am. Eldergleam Sanctuary is too valuable to me. I would hate to be gone and to have something happen to it because I was busy facing a vendetta.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"A fair answer, it's not hard to see why this place means a lot to you. Very peaceful, a nice respite from the usual day-to-day routine I'm used to, and probably the same for the pilgrims here. I've never been very religious, but still, it is a sacred place. I think I've spent enough time here, don't want to overstay my welcome, so I will make my way back home.\"\n\n*Rodric pushed up onto his hooves and stretched his arms a bit, visibly satisfied and still calmed by the magic of the sanctuary. He looked around one last time, pausing to stare at the Eldergleam, watching over the entire cave. He didn't think he would forget it, not for a long while, and then as he stepped away he turned back to Crag.*\n\n\"Thank you kinsman, I won't soon forget your hospitality and wisdom. But I must go, the life I live at home is a demanding one. Perhaps we will meet again.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Safe travels to you, brother. I pray you have fair weather along your journey.\" He says, bowing his head, \"Oh, I have a gift for you,\" He says, reaching into his bag, \"It should prove to be a useful boon,\" He takes out a scroll, \"It's a scroll of Call Lurcher.\" He says, \"It will call a Lurcher to your aid, large beings of wood. And it would be quite ironic if you used it against the Forsworn, as some clans are known to use them, but do not be mistaken, the Bosmer of Valenwood used long before them.\""
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"A scroll...?\"\n\n*Rodric took the gift, but he looked at it in his hand a bit confused. He wasn't magically trained, so he wasn't really sure how scrolls worked. He knew they held spells, but not the specifics.*\n\n\"Well thank you kinsman, but I'm not sure how I would use this. Like I said, I'm no mage.\""
},
{
"author": "Crag",
"message": "\"Just hold the scroll, and think about casting it, and it will work.\" He says, \"Don't use it now, though, wait till you need it.\" He smiles, \"Now I shouldn't keep you. Farewell, brother.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Until next we meet, Crag. Thank you again for your kindness.\"\n\n*With that, Rodric continued on, putting the scroll away into one of the rawhide bags he wore around his waist and walking towards the tunnel out. The sound of his footsteps echoed long after he disappeared, until they faded into silence.*"
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{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*The complex is walled, and separated into two primary buildings. The Manor, and the Winery itself, connected together into a \"U\" Shape. The architecture is a mix of a nord-gothic, with flourishes resembling those in mournhold. Lining the walls are smaller residences for the families who work on the estate, along with a small temple, and outside are the Jazbay plants, which are usually under heavy guard. \n\nWithin the Manor, there is a Foyer, a dining room between the stairs, and a kitchen on the right. To the left is a living room with the entrance to the basement. Upstairs lies the master bedroom, and multiple guest and house servant rooms. From the Master bedroom, the balcony and bathing area is accessible.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "Speaks-in-Tongues, Hunter Captain of the Dawnguard, was on patrol, or really, on the hunt. He'd heard about a winery in Eastmarch, rumor says it was run by a Vampire. Speaks was fairly noticeable, as the necklace he was wearing glowed like the morning sun, and he was wrapped in an aura of light. He approaches the main gate, \"Helloooo? Any vampires home? I'm here to show you the eternal mercy of my Lady!\""
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*There were two guards. Both clad in steel armor resembling those of the Ordinators. One muttered \n\n\"By the three what will we do with this one?\"\n\nThe majority of workers were staring at them.*\n\n\"I request that you leave at once. Boethiah shows very little mercy.\"\n\n*They had the raspy, ashy voice of Vvardenfell dunmer. A closer look revealed the crest of Moon-And Star on their shields.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Actually my Lady is Meridia.\" He says with a cackle, \"And she wishes for me to slay the vampire within these walls.\" He smiles wide, his teeth are plated in silver, \"Let me through and perhaps you be allowed to live.\""
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*They looked at each other, then back at the argonian. The one on the left bashed him with his shield, and the other cast Ash Shell and incapacitated him. They were laughing to themselves. They had intentionally left his mouth open to hear what he had to say.*\n\n\"Hrm. If she didn't oppose it now, I'd have this one chained...\"\n\n\"Too much trouble.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Now that just ain't fair.\" He protests, \"Damn bastards. You're interrupting Dawnguard business.\" He is, most definitely, pissed off right now"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*They laughed. One of them lifted their helmet and spat on him.* \n\n\"We'll see what Lady Indoril thinks.\"\n\n*They both picked him up and carried him to a side door by the Manor. They threw him in a cell, and he would be immediately knocked out with a piece of wooden plank.*\n\n\n*When he awoke, he would find himself chained to a chair in an admittedly rather lavish cell. Almost like the ones in riften. There was a meal on the table (which is embedded in the floor), pork and greens, and a cup of water. He would find himself unable to use any spells, the leg chain had some sort of enchantment on it, draining his magicka.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*It was not on his person. The Ordinator's figured it was important. It could be seen across the dungeon along with the rest of his things. The sound of heels against stone could be heard coming down the hall. This was likely what he had came for.*\n\n\"It was foolish to be so brazen with your attack. Alone? Hmph.\"\n\n*Her shadow could be made out. She had a dress and a large sun hat.*\n\n\"But I admire it in a way. The dedication.\"\n\n*She was getting closer. Her glowing eyes were more visible. She was tall, quite tall.*\n\n\"Of all of the little vampire dens you could've attacked, why this place?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "The chain is in his mouth, he's biting on it, he spits it out as she walks in. \"Why don't you come over here and find out how dedicated I truly am?\" He says with bared teeth. \"Most vampires are content living in caves like the beasts they are. But you decided to live like this. Like you deserve any of this. It makes me sick. Spits in the face of my Lady.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Why? Because of my very nature, because of this curse placed on me by a bastard clan vampire.\"\n\n*She came closer.*\n\n\"Look at you. Tearing those chains. Many think your kind as beasts. I'm starting to think they were right.\"\n\n*She laughed. It was like a \"Ho-ho.\" Sort of laugh.*\n\n\"Just because we do or do not fit our nature, the stereotypes created for us, we deserve certain fates?\"\n\n*She approached the bars. Just out of his reach.*\n\n\"You wasted your time coming here. Maybe try that Redwater den next time.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"You would know a lot about treating my kind as beasts, wouldn't you.\" He says, venom practically dripping from his mouth, \"You sit there in your fancy house keeping us as slaves, thinking us no better than beasts of burden. Served the Dunmer right what the An-Xileel did. Look at you, even now you hide behind the other side of a cage like a coward, what's stopping you from coming in and looking me in the eyes?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Hm. Now you have some bite in your voice. Maybe I will come in there. Not yet.\"\n\n*She pulled over a chair. A fancy sort of chair.*\n\n\"All vampires are murderers, all dunmer slave owners. A very feeble minded way to look at it.\"\n\n*She looked at him directly in the eyes. You could see in her eyes that curse.*\n\n\"Tell me, why must you hate me so much?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Oh I don't know. Maybe perhaps because you're a blood sucking parasite that preys upon normal, uncursed people?\" He says, \"Maybe because immortality is unnatural, and no mortal should bear it?\" He laughs, \"Or maybe because my Lady wills it so. Undeath spits in the face of life, and if she tells me to destroy any form of undeath I will do it.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"What right does a wannabe divine have to exert her will over Mundus? It's no different from Molag Bal willing a vampire to hunt mortals.\"\n\n*She looked down and to the right.*\n\n\"Do you believe I wished for this? To be forced to drink blood simply to persist? To kill myself would condemn my soul to Coldharbor for an action I never wished to happen.\"\n\n*She looked back at him.*\n\n\"My sustenance comes from those workers who die here on this property, their blood is drained before embalming and bottled for myself to consume. They understand this.\"\n\n*She looked directly in his eyes.*\n\n\"I would ask what is wrong about this, but I only expect to hear fanatical nonsense.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"As if Vampires don't exert their will over mortals.\" He says, \"The blind loyalty of thralls, creeping into houses in the middle of the night, creating more foul beasts. Even raising the dead.\" He spits on the ground, it's thick and dark, like poison, \"Does the rabid beast wish to go rabid?\" He retorts, \"Even still it must be put out of its misery to stop infection.\" He chuckles, \"And I suppose they live on the property then? What other aspects of their lives do you control, I wonder. A landlord and a vampire, a leech of two senses.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"You're missing my point. I expected as much...\"\n\n*She looked down.*\n\n\"I had done such things only when i had to, when i was on the verge of death in Vvardenfell. To believe killing Vampires is mercy... A childish doctrine, by a childish prince.\"\n\n*She approached. Directly at the bars now.*\n\n\"You are a little creature in a cage. I would like to see your goddesses mercy.\"\n\n*She snapped her fingers. The two Ordinators from earlier were behind her.*\n\n\"Restrain him.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I don't see you trying to get cured. Clearly you enjoy this power you gained. And for that you must be put down like a sick dog.\" He says, \"Come on strong boys, I want to see her up close. Lady Merid's divine love will protect me from harm.\" He says, the aura around him still glistens, like stars in the night sky"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She approached. The ordinators encased his legs and arms in ash. She put her arm out, but that aura burned her.*\n\n\"How interesting. Bring the syringe.\"\n\n*She had used it before to transfuse blood from willing participants. It would have a new purpose.\"\n\n*One of them left and returned with a bloody syringe.*\n\n\"I'm genuinely curious what will happen. Introducing vampiric blood into something so \"Holy\".\"\n\n*She took it and filled it with her own blood and handed it to one of the ordinators. He was smiling under that mask. He forced his hand under the argonians chin, fully expecting him to bite him. He plunged the syringe into his neck.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "The ordinator assumed right, but wasn't expecting one thing. As the syringe pierced Speaks' neck a bright flash surrounded him, blinding the ordinators in the room, and although his arms and legs were bound, his mouth wasn't and the one with the syringe was close enough to him that all he needed to do was lunge a bit forward, and bite his face, the Argonian's teeth pierced through the metal like the syringe did his flesh, and venom seeped in, not the most powerful of poisons, but it did get everywhere inside the helmet. The ordinator would fall to the ground, every orifice of his face burning in agony. Idroso would feel somewhat weakened by the light now emanating from Speaks"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She pulled her hat down, averting her eyes from him.*\n\n\"Well... I'm rather impressed. I suppose such power may warrant your brazen behavior.\"\n\n*The ordinator on the ground crawled away.*\n\n\"Hmph. We're at an impasse, arent we? What should I do with you?\"\n\n*She walked back towards him.*\n\n\"What do *You* Think I should do with you?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"All my choices end with you in my pouch.\" He says, coughing and spitting out bits of metal and globs of poison, \"You should see what I can do with the amulet.\" He says with a cackle, \"Let me go, maybe I'll return with a squad of the Dawnguard's finest.\" He smiles, \"Maybe I'll forget about all this. As long as we leave amicably.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"And when you return, every innocent worker here will be caught in the crossfire. Your already fringe organization which nobody *Truly* Believes in will be demonized regardless of what the goal of the attack was.\"\n\n*She turned around.*\n\n\"Deal with real threats. Volkihar, Redwater, et cetera. You only make a fool of yourself targeting me for your own personal values. You don't want to help people. You just want to kill.\"\n\n*She looked back.*\n\n\"So, if I were to let you leave, concious, would you truly return? Would you risk everything over *One* Vampire? Would you destroy this community?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"We don't kill civilians. If your foolish guards truly think you're worth dying for then so be it. But you have a stranglehold on these people, and that hand needs to be severed if Tamriel is to ever be safe.\" He laughs, \"You're right, for once. I do just want to kill. I want to kill scum, undead fools who think they can abuse the gift of life granted to them by the divines. Scum who hide away in dark houses and caves to keep themselves safe from Lady Merid's light. Those who venerate despicable things like Molag Bal and that so called God of Worms. But I won't kill innocent civilians.\" A wicked smile appears on his face, \"I would come back. I would destroy you, and then I would help the civilians here recover. Because if there's one thing I love more than destroying the undead it is showing people the light. Oblivion what do you even do for these people? They can work the fields without you. They can protect this place without you. What is the point of you even being here? Just to be guady and profit off their labor?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"These families have been here since the Red Year. I took them when they could not find work elsewhere. They can leave whenever they wish. Some have, and I have never held them accountable. They don't want to leave. Whether it is their own veneration of me, or merely clinging to their own tradition.\"\n\n*She smiled.*\n\n\"And when you come back, well, I'd just go to Skingrad.\"\n\n*She looked at him.*\n\n\"You may call this circumstance slavery, or indentured servitude. It isn't. A worker who is free to leave is not a slave. This is perhaps the one place in Skyrim where dunmer people are free to openly worship our gods, Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala. Individuals from outside this complex come here to worship. To every Traditional dunmer in this province, it will look like a targeted attack on their faith, regardless of which way you spin the tale.\"\n\n*She got just out of reach again.*\n\n\"So unless you feel as though a trip to Skingrad is in order, I suggest you grow a pair and do something about the Volkihar. They're the real threat plaguing this province and you know it.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"And prithee, where would they go?\" He asks, \"You made this place a haven for them, yes, but that also means there's nowhere else for them. All so you can desecrate their corpses when they die to feed your disgusting hunger.\" He chuckles, \"And you still didn't answer the question. You made this place, yes. But is it any different without you? You even said you could leave for safety, nothing changes when you aren't here. Just that you won't be reaping any benefits. In fact I doubt you bring anything of substance into the world.\" He laughs, \"I guarantee there's more vampire hunters in Skingrad. That and would you really risk being hunted by the Legion.\" He laughs at the 'grow a pair' comment, \"We're already going after Clan Volkihar, but members are allowed to go on smaller hunts, to take out other vampires, because wouldn't you know it, every vampire is a threat to the safety of Tamriel. Any vampire left unchecked can produce more. Because vampirism is a disease, one that needs to be purged from Tamriel by *Force*.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I merely do what someone else would be if i were not here. Management. Necessary for such a wide business.\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"A pity, I thought you may see some degree of reason. I suppose you believe whitestrake was justified to slaughter 10s of Thousands of elves because of a few bad ones? Granted with vampires, the Majority are bad. I suppose all dunmer should be killed because of house dres? And i suppose all altmer should be killed because of the Thalmor? I digress.\"\n\n*She looked back at him.*\n\n\"If I show you mercy, and you return to kill me, put aside vampiric notions and look at this objectively. What does that make you? An ungrateful child.\"\n\n*She laughs.*\n\n\"You cannot win in the fight against the undead. It is the balance of the world. Vampire hunters and crusaders come and go, and the wheel keeps turning. I commend the effort in cleansing the bad. But it is entirely futile. You are fighting a god which cannot die and will only create more. Clan Volkihar is a threat to the entirety of Tamriel. I make wine.\"\n\n*She looked back at him.*\n\n\"Is there anything else I may grace my ears with before I let you go?\"\n\n*If Speaks had any sort of sense, he wouldn't follow up on his threat. The 15 or so Ordinators and lesser guards would make quick work of a dragon, the Dawnguard would be trivial.*\n\n\"Zainzabi! Gather his things, and prepare the good stick. Have him transported to Winterhold, theres a nice spot for him there.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Whitestrake was an insane fool. Collective punishment is an affront to justice.\" He says, \"Comparing the destruction of undeath to genocide is a wanton misrepresentation, but what do I expect from one who lives off the work and lives of others.\" He laughs, \"You act as if letting me live is some grand gesture, and not an act of foolish cowardice.\" He smirks, \"If undeath is a cycle like you stupidly think it is, then it's a wonderful cycle, it lets me show my Lady my appreciation for her gift all the more.\" He smiles, \"Yes of course, I hope you realise that working with the Black-Briars is a foolish choice. Maybe I'll have a word with her, let her know that if she supports the Dawnguard she can take full control over your business. Be more aware of your surroundings, crows are not always crows.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Maven... She's shrewd but I've had a plan since I first met her. Nothing I'd like to tell you, of course.\"\n\n*She looked him dead in the eye as the ordinator approached.*\n\n\"To deny the cycle is to deny reality. The Three teach us to break this cycle. When you deal with Daedra, nothing is finite. Undead will return, hunters will kill them, over and over again. I've escaped the cycle of life and death.\"\n\n*The ordinator was waiting for a signal.*\n\n\"If you are so brazen as to set foot here again with your little dawnguard squadron, you will be slaughtered like dogs. The might of My Ordinators, the Might of the Three, will overwhelm you. Spare the lives of your men.\"\n\n*The ordinator then very violently smacked him on the head with The Good Stick. It knocked him out.*\n\n\"Theres a small shrine to Molag Bal to the north, dump him there. Don't let him die.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Your ordinators are foolish cultists dedicated to an even more foolish *Bitch*.\" He says with a smile. Before the ordinator could hit him with the 'good stick' he bit the ordinator's arm, the ordinator would fall, \"How about a deal, Lady Indoril.\" He says, quickly wrapping the chain binding him to the neck of the Ordinator, holding him hostage, \"Give me my equipment and unbind me, if I can hold my own against the false ordinators you so claim can destroy the Dawnguard, I go free. If I can't, then you can hold me for another day, mock me, drain my blood, and even take some of my venom, and then you can leave me wherever you want and never hear from me again.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I'll entertain this. If you believe your own abilities, I'll send for another two.\"\n\n*She whistled. All of them entered the room. There were 15 or so. She thought. There were two that stood out that were wearing something resembling Her Hand armor. She did not pick these. Two of the normal ones seemed excited.*\n\n\"Velyn and Akami. Come. Grab the captive his things.\"\n\n*They went over retrieving them, doing well to keep the necklace away from her.*\n\n\"Is this sufficient? Would you like more?\"\n\n*There was something intimidating about the ones in the different armor. They weren't undead, they simply just had an aura of power around them.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He raises the chain up, \"Unlock this please, my good ordinator.\" He asks one of the guards, \"I'd full range of movement, and muse of magic, it's one of my big things, y'know? Yeah you get me!\" He smiles, \"And I promise, not dirty tricks. Specifically I won't try to kill you. Perhaps raise up a ward around the cell, maybe a wall or something.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She smiled, she was almost taking a liking to him. One of the high ordinators had the actual key. He approached, unlocking it, and creating a ward in a circular area. The two he was meant to fight entered.*\n\n\"Begin.\"\n\n*The two in the warded area didn't attack.\n\n\"You are the challenger, to you goes the first blow.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He takes a magicka potion from his bag and downs it, \"A quick question before we start. Do you have any *Other* Magic protections around this place. Anything stopping teleportation, portals, so on?\" He asks in a shockingly genuine tone, \"I want to know what I'm fully capable of.\" Idroso wouldn't be able to look directly him, the amulet made it like staring directly at the sun, \"And will this be a no-holds-barred type of fight, everything on the table?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"No paralysis or ash shelling or anything of the sort. And you can use whatever you want, within the confines of the arena of course.\"\n\n*She was being rather fair. The arena would be around 30x60 feet. Not massive but reasonable.*\n\n\"If I were to allow paralysis, or similar spells, this would end *Very* Quickly.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"No immobilising, gotcha.\" He says, \"I suppose that's enough stalling.\" He smiles, casts a spell, and out from his mouth comes a wave of poisonous air, he hops away from the two channeling the Opal Charm and lining the ground with briar made of light, then tosses down a handful of silver caltrops. He raises his shield and readies his spear for the incoming attacks"
}
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{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The two ordinators remained on guards\n\n\"If i hadn't known otherwise, I'd think he worshipped peryite...\"\n\nOne of them said, rather loudly. He cast a frost rune behind Speaks. The other advanced. He was also using spear and shield. He froze the floor with a frost spell to cross the poison. The caltrops wouldn't do much to him because he's not a vampire and he has on rather sturdy boots. He was across now, waiting for speaks to strike.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He conjures an Auroran, he binds the Auroran to his amulet, making it so the Auroran cannot be killed so long as Speaks is alive, with his guard still raised he moves toward the other spearman. The Auroran follows, firing blasts of lightning at the ordinator"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*He was trying to draw all of Speaks attention. The lightning hurt but he was able to resist it well. The other one (Ordinator 2 for ease of reading) summoned a Hunger, which promptly went invisible. Ordinator 1 feinted an upwards thrust and swept Speaks leg with the tip of the spear.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He hops backwards, narrowly dodging the leg sweep, \"I heard someone conjure something... But I don't see it...\" He says to himself, casting Revealing Magelight, \"Ah, there you are!\" He says, casting Command Daedra on the Hunger. He then dispels the rough terrain made by the amulet, and turns it into a cage, locking the spearman in it."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*That hop would land him directly on the frost rune created at the beginning of the fight.\n\n\"Arrogant fool...\"\n\nHe would still be trapped in the cage. Ordinator 2 dispeled his hijacked daedra, and promptly removed a Heartstone from his pouch, holding it in his shield hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Am not!\" He says with a laugh, he uses Remote Manipulation to pull the heartstone away, \"Hmm, gonna have to wait a little...\" He says to himself. The Auroran continues bombarding Ordinator 1 with lightning. He starts moving toward Ordinator 2 with his shield raised"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*Ordinator 1 was in the process of dying. He reached for a Magicka potion, grabbed it, and downed it, and warded himself just enough to recover a little. Ordinator 2 had just enough to summon another Daedra. A Xivkyn. It would stall the Auroran. To control it would be an affront to his lady. When ordinator 1 recovered, he placed a 2 more frost runes nearer to them.\n\n\"Watch your step!\"*\n\n*Ordinator 2 was planted. Their training encouraged them to take advantage of the Opponents mistakes. It was also an Honor thing, even in the face of total enemies. Outside the arena, Idroso was treating it like a play in a theatre. She was seated at a table with the two high ordinators, indulging in Kwama eggs and wine. Their helmets were off. One was blind in his right eye, the other seemingly had tattoos emulating Almalexia on his face, that had been forcibly seared or cut off. They were still somewhat visible.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Hmmm, what a conundrum.\" He says to himself, downing a magicka regen potion. He continues moving forward, dispelling the frost runes with his shield hand, using the last bit of his current magicka he Expels the Xivkyn, \"Yeah none of that, please.\" He was face to face with Ordinator 2. The Auroran returned to blasting Ordinator 1, \"That's a bit slow, I think.\" He says, the door to the cage he locked Ordinator 1 in opened, allowing the Auroran to wail on him with its axes"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*He was on his last legs. The caged one died quickly. He died standing, at least. The remaining one spoke.\n\n\"Dispel it. I'd like to die with honor. No traps or Daedra. Just our weapons.\"\n\n*He stood no chance. He knew he would die, but he wanted a decent fight before he went.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He scoffs, \"But where's the fun in that?\" He sighs, \"Fiiine.\" He expels the Auroran and cage, the silver caltrops were still around but they've long been pushed to the sides of the cell, \"So, what weapon will you be using?\" He asks with a smile, he's sorta bouncing, hopping from one foot to another like an MMA fighter doing fancy footwork, the sounds his bonemold armor makes as he does this is... Not great"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*He raised his mace. It rippled with electricity, and the dim light made it glow in a way. It was ebony, and the same that The ordinators of old used. It would speak for itself.\n\n\"Fun for you maybe, but I'd like to die enjoying myself.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Oooh, fancy.\" He says with a smile, \"That's quite the weapon, almost makes me feel bad for what's about to happen.\" He raises his shield, \"I'll let you take the first blow.\" His spear was raised, primed for stabbing, the it has a flame enchantment, the spearhead glowing a deep orange"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*He reeled like he was going for a right, but he swung it around over his head and came down on the left side, smacking Speaks spear hand pretty well. Not the most effective blow but it would hurt, maybe enough for him to drop the spear. He kept his guard up. His shield was rather large.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "His hand hurt like hell but he kept his grasp, he moved his shield, letting the sling keep it on his shoulder so he could 2 hand the spear. \"That fucking HURT.\" He says angrily as he stabs at the ordinator's shoulder"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*It would hit, piercing through a bit of mail. He couldn't take another like that. But speaks was at a disadvantage here. He would need well placed hits to get through the heavy armor covering most of his opponents, where the sheer force of the mace would hurt him regardless of armor. The ordinator sprinted forward, attempting a shield bash. If it landed he would hit the argonians knee with the mace.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He dodged, letting the Ordinator move past him, he'd spin his spear to face behind and stab, hard, hoping to pierce the Ordinator's side, \"Almost got me with that one!\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*It hit where the armor was essentially welded together. It pierced, but didn't go deep, but it was stuck in him for just a moment. He hit the spear with his mace, hoping to snap it or bend it. With his left hand, he was futile in his attempt to stop the bleeding. It was bad. He wouldn't be able to go for much longer.*"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Ok go i apologize for my actions it was a severe lapse in judgement"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He approaches, slowly, \"I think I might've nicked an artery, there.\" He says, \"I can heal it, but only if you surrender. What do you say, maintain your honor or maintain your life.\" His voice is calm, and almost soothing, his face shows no easy to tell emotion"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*\"No. I swore an oath. To Lady Indoril and to the Three which she serves.\"\n\nHe was seemingly getting a sort of last wind, so much adrenaline in his system that he was powering through it. Swift as a cliff racer, he struck straight for Speaks center mass, directly at the smaller plates in the abdominals. This would knock the wind right out of him. He would strike again in the right shoulder, likely doing some major damage. But that was the last of it. He followed through on that final strike and collapsed to the ground. He was still breathing, but blood was pooling around him.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He falls to the ground, wheezing for air, he crawls over to the wall, and leans his back on it, he was hurt really bad, but still alive. He's felt worse, and lived through worse. After getting his breath back he took the mace from the Ordinator and executed him, caving in his head. He'd stumble over to his spear, picking it back up. \"How was... The show.. Lady.\" He coughs, some blood comes up, he takes a healing potion from his bag and downs it, \"If it pleases you, I would like to take my leave. My way, no guard escort or anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Well done. Yes, yes you did rather well.\"\n\n*She whispered to the one with the intact helmet. The other, the half blind one was staring at him. Even in that blind eye, there was a degrwe of admiration in it.*\n\n\"You may leave. Freely, though I ask that you keep things civil.\"\n\n*She took a sip of wine. It didn't actually look like it had blood in it.*\n\n\"Overall, I commend you. Taking one of mine in combat like that, and winning, is an honor.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Yeah, I guess in a way I did only take out one of them.\" He says with a laugh, \"Before I go, could I have a bottle of your wine? I've heard good things.\" His voice sounded genuine, as if not a few moments before he was berating her on morals and wishing her dead, there was definitely something off about him"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She whispered to a lesser ordinator. He left and returned. She wasn't going to trick him with anything.*\n\n\"4E 05... A good year. For the wine anyway. Not all of the... Well, you know.\"\n\n*She had an ordinator hand it off. She wasnt going near that necklace. But the blind one was still staring at speaks. As soon as he looked at him, he looked away.*"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "I meant 005 I'm just stupid"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Thank you, ma'am.\" He says, stashing the bottle in his bag, \"And with that, I shall take my leave.\" He smiles, then casts a spell, vanishing. He could have done this once the chain was off, but decided not to"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"You're dismissed. Have someone come and... Handle this.\"\n\n*She stood and walked up the stairs. Today was... Exciting? Something different at least. Monotony becomes standard with immortality.*"
}
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{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "*Despite caring little of the near frivolous displays the rich loved to put on with their property, he couldn't help but be somewhat... Intimidated by it's grandeur. It was certainly on a whole other level compared to his little shack in the forest.*\n*He stopped a few meters away from the entrance to the estate, clenching his fists- why was he doing this? Places like this... He'd never felt comfortable in such spaces... But he'd already committed to it, so he damn well was going to see it through.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He would be at a gate. In front were two guards, dressed in Traditional Dunmer Ordinator armor, with the Mohawks, and the mask of Nerevar. He would have already walked through rows of grapes, being tended to by exclusively Dunmer. Odd. One of the Ordinators came up to him.*\n\n\"Halt. If you have business inside, we need to hold your weapons. We don't recognize you.\"\n\n*His voice was deep and ashy. Intimidating.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Don't worry bud, I left mine back at my inn\" *He raised his hands in a non-threatening manner, giving him permission to verify if he so wished.*\n\n*Why should he carry weapons if he was not going to use them? It seemed almost... Like bragging? Trying to prove one is stronger then they truly are? But then again, perhaps he was simply overthinking things yet again...*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Hmph. Alright... Lady Indoril is in the big building. Anyone else is in the Fields or the houses.\"\n\n*The other Ordinator opened the gate. It had a large moon and star on it, and as it opened, the two separated from each other. Walking in, it was snowing lightly, and rather quiet. There were still some decorations up for Saturalia and New life, and there were some workers talking amongst themselves at covered tables, eating food.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Thank you, have a nice day, both of you!\" *Murulakh smiled broadly, waving at them as he entered the estate.*\n*He found himself somewhat surprised by the decor, truthfully the occasion had completely slipped his mind- strange how such things seemed common the older you got.*\n\n*He approached the main building, somewhat tense with worry. Did he knock? Would someone let him in? Did he just... Open the door? The customs of 'civilized' folk were much too complex. He preferred the close knit brotherhood of a small band in the backwoods over such things any day.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Someone else had entered while he was standing there. If he did go in, he would be greeted by a Foyer. In the center between the two sets of stairs were three statues. The Three Good Daedra. The floor was some sort of green tile, the kind they use in Mournhold, and atop them, rugs, with traditional Ashlander designs. The walls were a bare, but lacquered wood. There were two doors to the left and right. The left led to a Dining hall, the right a long hallway.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "*Seeing as nobody beat up that other guy the moment he entered the building- Murulakh assumed he'd be fine..? He practically sprinting inside, as if a second of delay would result in his demise.*\n\n\"Oh I... Wow...\" *He whispered, glancing around with obvious awe- the colours... The shape... Damn, in some strange way it almost reminded him of the forest, with its magnificent earthy hues.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The sound of heels against wood would approach. It was intimidating, like the ticking of a clock. A tall dunmer woman turned down the stairs. She had short hair, and wore a gray fur coat over a gray dress... She wore a lot of gray. She spotted the orc. You could see it in her piercing vampiric eyes.*\n\n\"Oh, I wasnt expecting anyone, what brings you here, dear?\""
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Oh, apologies if this is a bad time. My name's Murulakh, I own an inn not too far off- just a small hike that'a way\" *He gestured over in its general direction, before continuing* \"Well, I was hoping to see if perhaps I could purchase a couple of barrels from your vineyard?\"\n\n*He felt awkward, and completely inept. With every passing moment he was becoming more doubtful- damn, why did he suspect that he'd know how to go about such a thing? He'd usually just buy a few bottles from riften, or whatever merchant happened to pass by! He didn't even know what he was saying-*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She smirked. He was... Unprofessional... But there was something endearing about it. It took confidence to dare stand before her. She walked down the stairs and into the Dining Room.*\n\n\"Come, we can negotiate something here.\"\n\n*She sat down on one side of the table. It was empty apart from a placemat and a few Moon-And-Star candleholders. She opened a chest next to a window. In it was a bottle of wine she used for this occasion. She took two glasses and poured them.*\n\n\"This is from one of the first years of this vineyards operation. It's... I dare say, the finest in Tamriel.\"\n\n*It was a type of Alto wine, made with jazbay grapes, which could only grow in Eastmarch. It was relatively pricey. She handed him a glass of it. It was a deep, reddish purple.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Oh well- thank you!\" *Murulakh stared at it for a few moments before picking up his glass, he would have simply told her not to waste it on him- but it was too late now* \"How long has your vineyard been running- or would *Growing* Be the proper term? Please ignore my lack of knowledge, I'm not exactly originally from around these parts...-\"\n\n*He gently swirled his wine, seemingly suddenly quite focused on the whirlpool-like motion.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Well... It's been better. The war messes with out supply lines... And the dominion destroyed my Vineyard in Hammerfell. But our grapes have grown well, and we've been able to get a few routes... The one into the Reach is the most important one... It's quite popular in high rock.\"\n\n*She began to sip it. A bit cold. Her wyes would be the most striking thing about her. Deep, vampiric red, glowing.*"
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{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"I don't understand... Why would they destroy a *Vineyard* Of all things? That just... I'm not sure, but it seems rather odd- but who am I to assume to understand the minds of others...\" *Murulakh gritted his teeth, stifling a sigh. People were strange, at times it seemed like Sheogorath had quite the strong influence over Men and Mer... Why else would they behave so... Illogically..?*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"The Dominion don't like me. I had another in Southern Cyrodiil during the war. I did some... Unsavory things to Thalmor agents.\"\n\n*She said this rather blankly.*\n\n\"Regarding your request... We sell by Case, not barrel. A case of 24 bottles is 700... That's wholesale. Those 24 individually would add up to 1200, 50 a bottle.\"\n\n*This was expensive, 50 a bottle? But most inns and taverns that did sell her wine sold it for 25 a glass... And you could get about 6 glasses per bottle. It would ultimately be profitable.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"... Oh well-\" *Murulakh decided it'd be best to ignore the whole war comment... War brought out the worst in people, but generally from what he'd noticed, during wartime people were never truly themselves* \"I only have a thousand septims with me at the moment, can't take too much money with me with all those bandits roaming about, it only seems to make them more aggressive... But I could give you that now, and return with the rest of the gold as soon as I can?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She raised an eyebrow.*\n\n\"Dear, I told you it was *700* For a case. I was just saying that you would be saving money.\"\n\n*She wasnt mad, just... Confused.*\n\n\"It should last you quite a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"I'm so sorry- all these numbers and words have my brain in a bit of a loop\" *He chuckled, somewhat embarrassed* \"Well uh, in that case, here-\"\n\n*He dug through his satchel, pulling out an orange-ish bag. He slide it over to her, grimacing.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She picked it up and smiled. She had the ability to estimate the amount of gold in a coinpurse without even looking at it. She placed it in her pocket and stood.*\n\n\"Well, thats settled.\"\n\n*She stood up.*\n\n\"Follow me, I'll acquaint you with the one who does our Deliveries.\"\n\n*She began walking. She assumed he would follow. At the door, she grabbed a large sunhat hanging next to it and put it on. Walking outside, they would go left until they reached a small area filled with Guar and Bantam Guar and a few Nix Hounds. There was a Dunmer loading and securing cases on a guar.*\n\n\"Llothis, dear! This is one of our new customers... Um, what was your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Oh yes- I'm Murulakh... Nice to meet you?\" *He responded with a nod, crouching down to let the nix hounds sniff him. It had been what... A decade or two since he'd last seen one of those? Oh how the time flies.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The Dunmer loading the Guar came over. He had what seemed like a straw hat with a large fur coat. He extended his hand.*\n\n\"Llothis Hlaalu. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.\"\n\n*He had that cockney sort of accent some dunmer had. One of the Bantam Guar was sniffing Murulakh's shoe. And another off in the distance fell facefirst into a pile of snow.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "*Murulakh snorted, resisting the urge to run over and help it up, instead, he redirected said urge towards giving the guar beside him soft scratches on the top of it's head.*\n*After a few moments he realized what Llothis' extended hand meant, accepted the hand shake with a strong, yet gentle grip.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*He shook the hand before moving back to what he was doing. The Bantam Guar in the snow was a young chick, and it's mother got it out.*\n\n\"Well, if thats settled, then would you like to see the actual winery and aging Cellar?\"\n\n*She seemed excited to actually show a new customer how it all worked. New Outside eyes hadn't seen it in a while...*"
}
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{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Ooh yes, I'd love to! I've never actually been inside one before, so it'd certainly be educational!\" *He smiled broadly, trying to hide his excitement.*\n\n*Was magic involved? He'd always assumed there was some sort of frost magic involved in it's creation, but he wasn't exactly sure why that'd be the case.*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Well, some parts must remain secret, but i can show you most of it.\"\n\n*She began walking. She moved her arms a bit too much and a hand ended up out of her shadow and in the sunlight. She very quickly brought it back under the shadows. They would go to a separate, barn sort of building. Inside were presses, where grapes were being placed. Inside was a mesh that would catch chunks, and then it would drain into a container which would then be poured into barrels below. There seemed to be a corridor in this lower area.*\n\n\"Crushed and sent down to the Cellar under the manor.\"\n\n*She would then walk down the stairs. One dunmer would roll the barrels on a track down the corridor. They would go down the corridor. Here was the Cellar, containing both crates of bottles and barrels. Though strangely, there was a jail cell in here as well. A lavish one, but still a Cell. And near that cell was a very secure looking metal door.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "*He was quiet throughout the tour, yet obviously interested. It was all so... Meticulous, exact, purposeful...! Yet how could one assure quality, when it was made in such large quantities, instead of by the hands of a small group of people crafting each bottle with care?*\n\n\"... What's that for...? Do you often have thieves trying to steal your product?\" *He asked softly as the reached the cellar, gesturing towards the- in his opinion- rather out of place cell. After all, why else would a winery need one? It simply seemed odd...*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"This entire estate is functionally a small village... There needs to be a cell, just as there are guards. Theres a community council, separate businesses running inside here, but i do get the final say on everything.*"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"Oh? Well that makes a lot more sense then! It must be nice, in a way, to be surrounded by, and working with, only those you know well. Since you'd all be quite aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses, I'd presume.\" *Well that was certainly one way to run a business, it was certainly not something Murulakh would be able to pull off, but who was he to judge?*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I have... Detractors... That accuse me of \"Slavery\". All of the families here are Refugees, and anyone can leave at any time. Most choose not to... Theyve all grown up here. And I get accused of keeping them here because of that...\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"It's better than the Gray Quarter.\""
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"I've never been there but... I've heard it's bad... Is it true that the Nords in Windhelm have been, er, *Treating the Dunmer there like they're somehow lesser?* I've heard rumours in my tavern, but I've been hoping that they were just that...\""
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{
"author": "of_ash_and_dust",
"message": "Aaa I thought I replied, my utmost apologies 😅"
},
{
"author": "Murulakh",
"message": "\"True true... But no group of people hasn't committed atrocities...\" *He shook his head, smiling sadly* \"Thanks for the offer, but I really should be getting back. There's always quite a bit to do to prepare my inn for customers... It surprises me sometimes what can occur when someone drinks a tad bit *Too much*.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Well, you can be on your way then.\"\n\n*She turned, walking up the stairs. Slightly disappointed. She enjoyed outside company quite a lot. Especially common folk. No matter now though...*"
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{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "As Jo'Del brought up the scent of sulfur, Arel wiped the tears from his eyes and briefly sniffed the humid air of Kynesgrove. It appealed to him, but before he had the chance to enjoy it, he realized that he was in the center of a village and began to panic, peering around to get a solid layout of the land and ensure that nobody could see him. However, they just stepped out from a massive glowing portal in the center of town. How could they not be noticed by at least the guards as they did their nightly patrols? The first person to enter his line of sight was a Nord who stepped out from the inn with a hastily tied knot in his beard. \n\n\"Eep!\" Arel yelped, dashing with a vigor that shocked even himself to hide - poorly - behind his Khajiit companion's figure. While moving so quickly, by his standards, caused him a moderate amount of pain, that did not matter at the moment."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He chuckles, giving the man a wave, \"Greetings, Roggi. How are you? Oh, don't mind the boy, he's a bit skiddish, that's all.\" He takes a step forward and turns to the boy, \"Is there anything I can do to help you feel safer?\" He asks, \"I might be able to make you appear different, it won't last long, but it could help.\" He says, \"We should also see about getting you some new clothes, you can keep the cloak, of course, but it does make you stick out a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "\"Hello there, Jo'Del. It is great to see you again, friend. I wish I could stay and talk, but I have some business that needs attending to. Perhaps later.\" Roggi said, waving him goodbye, but not without doing the same for Arel first, blissfully unaware of just how much stress his mere presence was putting him under.\n\nAs the mage turned around, he could see Arel concealing his face yet again, clutching his cane closely and trembling in fear. \n\n\"I... I naturally stick out...\" He said, glancing down at his dead tree branches for arms before clenching his hands into weak fists. How it was that his brother could be so attractive, yet he turned out... This way was beyond him."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He chuckles, he snaps a finger with a bright flash of green light, and he's gone, it seems, but as Arel would look down he'd see Jo'Del in his Alfiq form, \"Well what if we both stick out?\" He says with a chuckle, \"Or, as I offerred earlier, I could make you look different, a simply chameleon spell with a bit of tweaking, and I make you look however you want.\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "Arel was entirely unamused by Jo'Del's attempt at comedy but forced the most minuscule and obviously forced grin across his face. This was quickly replaced by his typical, unflinching frown. \"What do you... S-suggest?\" He asked, tilting his head to the side, all the while continuing to observe the surrounding environment."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"I should have something in here...\" He says, digging around in his bag, he sticks his head in and in his teeth is a ring, \"Haha!\" He exclaims, \"Just give me one moment...\" He says, as he performs a short ritual, \"Alright! Put this on!\" He says, using telekinesis to levitate the ring to Arel"
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "The boy cupped the ring with his offhand and stared at it for a few moments, hesitating to put it on. He did not know what sort of horror this could turn him into, but reluctantly slid it onto his right hand and shut his eyes, bracing for impact."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He smiles, \"Perfection!\" He exclaims happily, \" He levitates a mirror up, \"I hope it's to your liking, tried to make you look as unassuming as I could, your clothing was also included in the enchantment, so if it seems like your clothing is different from what it should be, that's why.\" In the reflection Arel would see what looked to be an average Nord, in plain green farmer's clothes, \"It only works when you're wearing it, so if you're somewhere you feel safe and comfortable feel free to take it off. And of course this is only a temporary solution, of course, at some point you will hopefully feel more comfortable in your body, and likely your body will change some in the near future.\""
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{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "Arel couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Did he look... Normal? The idea of such a thing spun his head. He could almost reach down and embrace the Alfiq, but he quickly recomposed himself, remembering that what he saw was nothing more than an illusion. Of course, it was. He then stared down at the ring, and his frown deepened even further before returning his gaze to Jo'Del.\n\n\"T-Thank you, sir...\" He said, kneeling ever so slightly, refusing to acknowledge his remarks concerning being comfortable in his own skin."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Now, shall we enter the tavern? You look like you need some good food, and a drink. I know I'll be having some nice Alto Wine, always enjoyed how they make it here in Skyrim. While we sit and eat we should discuss where you will stay, going from inn to inn isn't very viable, perhaps you could stay at the College?\" He thinks for a moment, \"Or I could speak to a friend, they might be able to get you a place to stay, I can name two different ones who could help you. Well, there *Might* Be a 3rd, but that's more of an... Emergency option.\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "The boy nodded in reluctant agreement with his suggestion before following him to the inn at the center of town.\n\n\"I... I'm unsure. I apologize, but this is... It's all so sudden, I-\" He cut himself off before he could open himself up any further."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Hey, it's alright, take your time, if you want we can move to the College instead, more privacy, if that's what you need.\" He says, sitting down"
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "Arel nodded once again, much preferring a private environment where he did not feel as if he was constantly in danger. \"Please... I don't feel... Safe here.\""
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He nods, \"Alright then! I can take you to my quarters, or we can go to the Arcanaeum, up to you. The Arcanaeum is a bit more public, though at this time only Urag will be there, and he only cares about the books, so he won't be any bother.\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "\"H-How about the latter?\" While Arel did not like the idea of being in a public space, he would feel as if he was an intruder if he chose the former."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Alright then, Arcanaeum it is. We won't be able to eat because of the books, but it'll be a nice place to unwind, I believe.\" He says, opening a new portal, this time the air coming through is a bit stale, and smells very much like books, in the back of the room you can see a slightly disgruntled orc standing behind a counter"
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "He locked eyes with the malcontented Orc for a moment before putting his head down and walking through the portal, hopeful that he would not be too displeased with the pair's sudden entrance into his own plane of oblivion. For a stone building, it was far warmer than he ever thought it would be. As he stepped through, his cane accidentally slid from his grasp, prompting Arel to subtly cast Remote Manipulation and catch it before it could fall to the floor, followed not too far behind by himself."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He enters the portal behind Arel, \"Hello, Urag, I know you don't like when I portal in, but hey, at least it wasn't during a snowstorm!\" He says with a laugh, \"Oh and here's this,\" He says, placing a dusty old tome on the counter, \"I hope it's a good addition to your collection.\" He goes back to Arel and uses Telekinesis to pull out a chair at one of the tables, \"Go ahead and take a seat.\" He says"
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"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"Hmm... I'll take them, might go and gather more myself though. Couldn't hurt to get some first hand experience. As for the wildlife, I think I'll be alright. One moment... Ah, my name is Ronan. Ronan Peryne.\"\n\n*Ronan opened up the coin purse in his hand, grabbing a sizable handful of coins and handing them to the miller.*"
},
{
"author": "Audens Varo",
"message": "He nodded and took the pouch and would feel the weight of the purse, giving a nod and he would shoot a look at the Khajiit who stood afar, watching them from a distance.\n\n\"Tai'Keem, go get the pouches. In the shed, left side. Second shelf.\" He told her, using his hands to call out to her."
},
{
"author": "Tai'Keem",
"message": "The Khajiit's ears perked up and she gave a nod before walking away to gather the pouches of the Creep Clusters that the man wanted."
},
{
"author": "Audens Varo",
"message": "He nodded.\n\n\"Hope the roads have been fair to you, with the war and all Skyrim hasn't gotten any safer. Not with the brigands and wild necromancers running about...\" He asked.\n\n\"Oh, Audens Varo. Apologies for my lack of manners, you've already know the Khajiit's name is Tai'Keem.\" He introduced himself to the man, offering a firm handshake for the man.\n\nIf he were to shake his hand, he could feel how hardened his fingers and palms were, callus on the tips of his fingers and he had some scars from accidental miscuts or splinters."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*He took his hand and shook it, as another jostle would gain Audens' attention- the finely crafted rapier on Ronan's hip.*\n\n\"Indeed, Skyrim has its dangers. Fortunately I've been able to avoid conflict with a little craftiness and of course, what I know of magic. Has it been fair to you lately? I can't imagine it is easy working a mill, especially this far from town.\""
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"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "It would make more sense unless you want me to"
},
{
"author": "breadinspection",
"message": "No, no I was just making sure. I'd be fine with starting"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Right go ahead then\n\nI am realizing i probably should have beeb the one to start\n\nIts far more depressing"
},
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"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The orc would approach a walled bit of farmland. The gate was open, they were taking visitors presumably.\n\nPast the gate was the fields of grapes, with the workers filling their baskets. They didn't even take notice of her walking through. They were all dunmer. All of them. Her objective was clear though, there was a manor in the center of the rear of the property. Doors closed but unlocked.\n\nWhen she entered, she would see three shrines, to the three good daedra. Everything inside was far too well kept, and dead silent apart from the faint sound of a fire upstairs. She was in a dimly lit foyer, how anyone could see in this lighting was a mystery. Was there even anyone here?*"
},
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"author": "breadinspection",
"message": "It was late — many a traveler would have been in bed by now, but Vanea was among the few who rejoiced in the night. The night was when tavern goers would thrive; when they would get together to drink, make song, and tell stories like none have ever heard before! As a bard herself, this was what she needed. It was in her blood, the art of song and parties. Playing for others; making them smile, laugh or cry. It was what moved her forward; compelled her to keep looking forward. Tonight was bound to be another one of those nights. First, though, came the planning phase!\n\n The gate to the winery creaked open slowly, sending its deafening screech over the winery fields like the song of constant twittering birds. The sound did not rouse the dunmer workers, though. Strange. They didn't even look up to see who had entered. Vanea continued briskly down the path, her jet black, silken hair trailing behind like a banner of sorts. She had come such a long way to see the place, and yet there was not a soul who seemed to care that she was even here! She expected a welcoming of sorts, seeing as she made such a long trek. But no.. Nothing. Perhaps that would come inside? She traipsed, still somewhat eagerly to the manor ahead.\n\n \"..Hello? *Hello?!*\" The orc called out, her voice booming, and yet smooth and calming all at the same time. It was uncommon for an orc to sport a voice so sultry, and yet here one was. The astute may have picked up a wavering in her tone, though. She was uneasy, to say the least. The workers outside had been quite the first impression, but the dimly lit and seemingly empty manor was even more strange. If this place really was open to public like she thought, then they didn't take too partially to newcomers, clearly.\n\n \"I've come with a proposition! *Hello..?*\" The woman furrowed her brow with a twinge of annoyance. She wasn't going to leave without at least a word or two said to her!"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"You've come rather late.\"\n\n*A tall dunmer woman seemed to have materialized at the top of the Foyer. She was wearing a gray dress, which exposed her shoulders, and a large hat which concealed her eyes when she looked down. Her arms were crossed with a glass of wine in one hand.*\n\n\"I anticipated visitors tonight, though not one's so jolly.\"\n\n*She descended the stairs, each step echoing through the room, an affirmative click of each heel down the stairs.*\n\n\"Why have you come here at such an hour?\"\n\n*She was three inches taller than the orc, the heels only accentuated such a height difference. From there, she could see under the hat, and stare right into her eyes. Glowing eyes, filled with a terrible energy. The touch of Molag Bal.*"
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "The sudden call of her voice gripped her attention like a vice. She shot her head upwards to eye the source - had this woman always been there? Normally she might be a bit frightened, but it was so dim that she passed it off as the light playing tricks on her eyes. No matter now, though. This was the woman she was after, no doubt. Vanea managed a wide smile, though the average person may have totally missed it in the dark. Vanea herself wore a nice top that exposed her strong, broad shoulders, and had a bag slung over said shoulder. Inside was her instrument, no doubt, seeing as how big it was.\n\n \"Ah? Did you not receive my letter, perhaps? I tried to capture my jovial nature as best I could! I suppose it's only truly recognizable in person, though!\"\n\nShe watched as she descended the staircase, each step sending a jolt through her body, stronger and more potent than the last. The high spirited orc was beginning to lose that glamor now — the closer drew, the more dreadful she felt. The air was cold, thin. Heavy.\n\n \"My trip was stunted, you see. I had taken a carriage, but my driver wasn't too keen on arriving in a timely manner. But, better late than never, no?\" She sounded less chipper now. Her hazel eyes narrowed into slits. Her face was no longer as relaxed as it had been. \"Did I.. Come at a bad time?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She looked her up and down, before stepping back.*\n\n\"No. No you're fine, I tend to stay up late. It's nice to stare at the stars.\"\n\n*Her voice was deep, yet smooth. She didn't have the dunmer rasp, or the accent they tend to have in skyrim.*\n\n\"I didn't receive a letter, no. Though it's no matter. I do appreciate a visitor from time to time, I apologize if it wasn't very... Welcoming at first.\"\n\n*She turned around and walked up the stairs. She passed a candle, her skin was pale, very pale. She was rather... Curvaceous, at least in the lighting. She seemed rather eccentric.*\n\n\"Come along, if you have something to discuss, we'll talk on the balcony, with drink, of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "\"Oh, certainly!~ The stars hold many different tales within them, accessible only to those with the aptitude to unearth them!\" She beamed brightly - it smiles could make light, then hers would have lit the whole manor! \"That's what my father would say anyway. Ah, but I digress — you've naught to apologize over. Those people seemed very steeped within their work.\" She spoke her last bit with... Was that venom? Vanea found it quite strange how they were up working so late. Surely they weren't.. Slaves, were they? \n\n \"Mmh- Right, I do indeed.\" And she was off, cluttering up the steps, much more noisily than the dunmer woman. Her eyes had been fixated on her for the whole short walk. Her eyes were like miniature suns; her skin like ashy soot... And her voice.. Smooth; soft like snow. She wanted to be skeptical, but she found it difficult to be over this Dunmer's captivating aura.\n\n \"I admire your hospitality, you know. Most, I feel, would have sent me on my way ages ago.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She remained rather quiet for a moment. Up until she talked about the workers.*\n\n\"I know what you're thinking, slavery is Illegal in Skyrim. They don't speak with outsiders when they're working, and i find its best to harvest Jazbay grapes at night, tomorrow during the day they'll work the presses. They're all families who fled Morrowind when Red Mountain erupted. Azura led them here. They may leave if they desire, but i provide everything they would possibly ever need.\"\n\n*She led her to the Balcony, it was a garden, overlooking a small hot spring within the walls of the property. There was a bathtub sitting out here, strangely, and there were posts, so that the entire area could be shielded from sunlight. She sat at a table, in a plush chair with red cushions, another chair was on the other side. The table was a dark colored wood, with daedric text inscribed on the edge of the table, with a floral arrangement in the center.*\n\n\"Vanus, dear! Bring a few glasses... And the Skingrad 283.\"\n\n*She crossed her legs and finished off her own glass of wine. It was a very deep, rich red.*"
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "Either she trusted people easily or she was just naive - she didn't seem to question the woman's answer and even gave her a small, relieving smile. Providing those poor people with a joke was more than kind, she thought, and it seemed to raise her opinion on her as a whole. \"That is very kind of you. It is most refreshing to see the wealthy assisting those in need, rather than just themselves.\"\n\nVanea kept close, as she feared she may lose the woman in the dark, should she stay too far behind. The initial sight of the garden figuratively swept the rug out from beneath her feet! She knew the rich were quite creative with their homes, but this was a sight she wouldn't have ever expected. The orc waded about the balcony, taking careful glances at the tub in particular. She had run her fingers atop it, as if checking to see if it weren't some sort of illusion. Eventually, though, she settled down in the seat across from her.\n\n \"Gods above.. You must pardon my surprise, but.. I've just never seen a place so intricate before. I can already see myself spending my days up here.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*A servant had brought the bottle of wine and set it on the table. She exchanged words with the servant, though it wasn't clear what she had said. The servant left through the main door.*\n\n\"I had a place in Skingrad as well... Before the war anyway. This place isn't very extravagant by the standards of most of the wealthy. Alinor is so extravagant its almost a joke... Too bad the people are dreadful...\"\n\n*She poured the wine into two glasses. It was almost purple, not the crimson red the wine she was drinking earlier was.*\n\n\"So what did you wish to discuss?\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "\"I beg to disagree! But, then again, what merit would my words hold? I'm naught but a traveler who spends most of her days between inns.\" A little self deprecating joke to lighten the mood! She forced a smile she wished was genuine.\n\n Then the subject changed. That's right - business. Glad to have shifted track, Vanea gives her throat a thorough clearing before taking ahold of the strap on her bag. She tugged on it, jostling it and everything inside. \"I have a deal in mind!~ I'm a bard, see? I do gigs for pay, and I thought I'd offer one to you as well! I recon a place like this could use a little warming festivities here and there! I don't ask for me. Simply playing and bringing joy to any observers is greater pay than any coin.\" She smiled meekly.\n\n*\"But alas, I will not deny that I'll get nowhere without making some coin...\"*"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She pondered for a moment before standing with her glass. She walked towards the edge of the balcony, every step clacking against the stone with an almost authoritative, abrasive noise.*\n\n\"Yes, yes that would be lovely. Sometimes I feel things can be, far too gloomy here. I used to live on Stros M'kai... Festivities almost every night. I long for such times again.\"\n\n*She walked back swiftly and sat. She thought a list in her head of nobility from Riften and Windhelm.*\n\n\"Perhaps Fredas, a fine night of festivities. How does... Oh, 750 gold sound?\"\n\n*She was dead serious on the amount. It was pocket change to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "\"Truly? Oh, I must thank you a thousand times!\" The woman leaned forwards and adopted a jovial grin, before taking a quick and careful sip from her drink. Her whole posture seemed to relax now. With all of that said and out of the way, a burdening weight has been swiftly lifted from her shoulders. \"It is always grand to find others who appreciate this sort of art too! I am so ecstatic knowing we share this sentiment.~\"\n\n Then came the offer, nearly sending her drink out through her nose. Having sputtered on the drink, Vanea takes a second or two to catch her breath before speaking. \"O-Oh, my! My dearest you are *Far* Too kind! I... *Yes,* I accept! You will not regret this decision, for I'll be adding in an extra song~ Your hospitality deserves to be awarded, and I see no way better than through the joys of music.\"\n\n Much more interested now, the woman had shifted to lean forward, her elbow anchored on the table and her chin in hand. Her lavish, hazel eyes couldn't seem to look away from the woman, ever so grateful for her generosity. If actions like these could kill, she'd have been long dead by now.\n\n \"Oh, and please feel inclined to request more of me, should it interest you. In fact, it is encouraged. I fear I won't be working my money's worth otherwise.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"You sought me out on your own initiative, for that I feel you deserve some degree of reward.\"\n\n*She smiled, seemingly involuntary. The fangs came out. The fangs. Fangs to make an orc warlord blush. No question about what she was now.*\n\n\"Truthfully, I'm rather touched to have a visitor... I don't get many... Much less ones so... Happy. It's refreshing.\"\n\n*She looked back at her, just with a smirk now. She had realized how off putting her fangs may be.*\n\n\"Play what you wish. However, I will not have **Any music written for the False Gods played** I expect that you may play dunmer songs, I wish to hear not of that heretical... Rubbish...\"\n\n*Her voice when she mentioned the tribunal felt as though it had shifted into something otherworldly. She cleared her throat and had a sip of her drink.*\n\n\"Am I clear?\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "She could not keep herself from blushing at this comment. She never thought she was really deserving of anything, let alone something extra from a wealthy woman like Idroso. Then, there came the glimpse she was unprepared for. Those teeth.. They were unlike the teeth even an orc might boast. No natural cause could allude to such a thing. Was she...?-\n\n \"*O-Oh!* Well.. That's most definitely dreadful. I.. I know only too well the effects isolation may have on a person.\" She couldn't stop staring. It was not only her eyes that were seriously off putting, but her teeth now too. She had to inquire. \"Are you.. Feeling well? Mayhaps I failed to notice earlier, but.. Your *Eyes.* They are a sickly color. And your teeth, they're...\" She trailed off, her heart beating against her chest like a hammer. Gods above...\n\nShe began to sink back in her seat, almost as if she was attempting to get away from her without actually moving. She appeared smaller; much smaller now. She was almost certain of what she was now. She had heard many a song from her father telling of creatures who roamed about in the night. Her features.. They fit his descriptions *Perfectly.*\n\n \"By the *Gods..!- You're... *Y-you're a..*\" Need she even say it? Her fearful expression told more than words ever could."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She didn't look amused by the display put forth before her.*\n\n\"A Vampire? Yes, Boo, I'm sure I scared you.\"\n\n*She frowned after speaking monotonously. Truthfully, she was dreading the moment from the start of the conversation, she knew she'd slip up.*\n\n\"It wasn't by choice I'll tell you, but was bit in the night 300 or so years ago. I'm sure in the stories now would be my cue to eat you or something of the like.\"\n\n*She didn't seem bothered by her apprehension much. She was rather calm.*\n\n\"Not all Orcs live in Strongholds anywho... Not all vampires sleep in coffins.\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "She wanted to get up and run. Scream. Of every tale she had heard containing a vampire, it had ended most gruesomely. Since she was but a girl, vampires were among the beasts of her nightmares, and so too were lycanthropes and the like. And now, here one was sat just before her!\n\n \"But.. I.. I take it you won't be doing that?\" She asked, her voice now tiny and listless. She was scared, yes, but.. Something about this woman made her feel calm. She could have bitten her ages ago. She could have put her under her compulsion by now, but.. She hadn't.\n\n \"I.. Suppose you *Are* Right. The two of us stand as proof and a half of that very claim. Pardon my surprise.. You must understand my apprehension, though. It's not every day you run into a vampire in Skyrim, no?\"\n\nShe seemed to ease herself again. Now with this news revealed to her, she was starting to see sense in the obvious signs. The dim lighting; the draped parapet to shield the balcony. Her pale skin, and those piercing eyes. So mysterious and equally alluring. Terrifying."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"No, I won't be doing that. Most vampires would... Most are something to be afraid of, but some are a little more... Cosmopolitan, like myself. I do have to feed, but there's no shortage of bandits or highwaymen in Skyrim, is there? Drain every last drop into my own... Special blend of wine. Though that's not what you've been drinking, i don't just hand it out as a joke, that's a rather poor joke...\"\n\n*She set down the glass and smiled, at ease that she wouldn't have to kill this one. She wasn't going to tell her that though.*\n\n\"Skyrim has been one of the more accepting places... My first vineyard in Morrowind was burned because of me being a bit pale. And a heretic. Among other things.*"
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "\"I must say.. I like the way you go about things. I feel more at ease, at least with you.\" Her lips formed into a smile, at the sentiment and the little joke. She couldn't help but flick her eyes toward her glass, just to be sure though. \n\n \"Goodness.. That must have been awful. Are you on the run often? It must be harsh, having to pack up and run every moment of your life.\" The woman held a somber frown now, her delicate eyes scanning her for any display of emotion. \"Three hundred years, you said? I can't even begin to imagine a lifetime that long. I don't know if I'm envious or not.. It's a bit strange to ponder.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"We Dunmer... We live quite long lives... I have seen so many things in the span of an average dunmer, I've seen more in those hundred years extra. I've seen \"Gods\" Die, a dynasty fall, a Daedric invasion, a great war, every facet of civilization. It was a hard life at first... But eventually I had control of things.\"\n\n*She smiled, even with her pale skin, her skin was free from any unsightly blemishes. She was almost unsettlingly perfect.*\n\n\"People are right to fear Vampires. We can feel the presence of each other... More than you think hiding amongst the populace. Whether or not you think they're up to no good... Thats up to you.\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "She listened as she regaled her with with these tales. The orc's surprise could be noted by the growing grin she sported across her supple features. She was a piece of history, this woman! The things she has seen, and the things she is yet to see may never grace the eyes of people from this generation. It was so surreal imagining such a thing!\n\n \"So you say. You wouldn't consider it a curse, then? I suppose not, given you pursued such a lifestyle. Personally.. It may have interested me once upon a time, but I know I would be forsaking my father if I were to delve into this way of 'living.' At least you've tarnished the doubts I once held about you. That's mutually beneficial, I think; the gig is still very much on..~\"\n\n A thought came to her. Had she unknowingly met another vampire before, she wondered? Such a thing felt so strange, to be honest. That they could have been among any one of the people she'd met, played for. Of all of these people, though, Idroso was the first to come forward about it. That told her a lot about this woman - she was a diamond in the rough."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"It's as much a curse as what happened to the followers of Trinimac. It's a fact of my reality which I reap the advantages of.\"\n\n*She stood and clapped her hands. The same servant from earlier came. Vanus, his name was.*\n\n\"Cancel work on everyones schedule Fredas. And have Dralyn leave invitations in Riften and windhelm.\"\n\n*She looked back at the Orc.*\n\n\"You may stay here until then, the guest room is on the left, 4 doors down.\"\n\n*They were all guest rooms. She was just directing her to the nicest one.*"
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "\"I.. Gods, I'm just.. Overwhelmed by your generosity.~ Thank you, Miss Indoril. I hope you don't mind if I practice while I stay.\"\n\n She stood, finished the last few drops of her drink, and gave the woman a solemn bow. She was left to ponder what she had heard as she did this, but only for a moment. She was off to where she'd been instructed in no time at all, eager to finish up the last few kinks in her pieces she was planning to play. \n\n Vanea was silently humming to herself as she made her way to the guest room. Sleeping was going to be a challenge now that she was this stoked - perhaps an all-nighter might be unavoidable? She took out her well adorned lute and gave it a strum; she was motivated enough to try."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The room would've passed for a master bedroom elsewhere. The bed was elevated in the middle of the left side of the room, and there was a desk in the corner. Off to the side was a bathroom, next to a divider for changing, and in the center of the floor was a circular rug with the daedric letters for A,M,B repeating in a pattern in concentric rings.\n\nHeeled footsteps could be heard outside the door, before they went down the stairs at the end of the hall. She was entering the basement. But more footsteps came outside the guest door. Sounded just like normal shoes. Whoever this was knocked.*\n\n\"Lady Indoril requested I made sure you weren't in need of anything. Like... Well food. That would be important, wouldn't it?\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "One quick glance at the room told the orc that this place was way out of her league. She stared, gaping with awe at the sheer size of this room! At an inn, this bedroom may as well have taken up three or four rooms! She had tried to convince herself that this was a dream, but what she was seeing was far too vivid. Gods bless..!\n\n The orc listened carefully to Idroso's distinct footsteps. She wondered for a moment if she meant to enter her room, but that was answered shortly after by the second set of feet. Vanea turned around and greeted them with a sound of acknowledgment.\n\n \"I'd hate to ask, but I am feeling quite peckish. If that's of no detriment to you of course, love!\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The man entered immediately with a platter. It looked to be made of brass. It was a shorter man, different from the one who seemingly had control over the schedules. He was wearing an apron over a nice, yet rugged shirt. The platter had some sort of croissant-esque bread on it, along with a few slices of sweet looking bread and a bowl of mutton soup judging by the scent. With it, of course, a glass of wine.*\n\n\"Lady Indoril seems pleased with your company, we rarely have visitors.\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "Vanea accepted the platter, unable to hide her face of surprise. So much food! This was sure to be the biggest haul she's had in quite a while. Especially all at once like this. She couldn't stop shoving 'Thank you's' at the man. She takes a seat and begins to set up a table for herself.\n\n\"As am I! It's not often I meet people who show such kindness. Usually, I get in touch and request a gig and that's that. Miss Indoril has been the first in a while who's actually spoken to me like a guest. It's been very nice..~\" She couldn't help herself from digging in. Vanea quickly stuffs her mouth with a few slices of bread before continuing on like nothing had happened. \"*Mm~* What I'd do for a life as lavish as this..~\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"It becomes normal after a time. Our rooms are a bit smaller, and the homes for those who work the Vineyard are as close to those in Morrowind as she could Emulate.\"\n\n*He looked out the window. Out at the foothills of the Velothi mountains.*\n\n\"Though we have little else to look forward to. It's monotonous, though we could leave whenever.\"\n\n*He realized he was speaking aloud.*\n\n\"Oh, my apologies... Just voicing my... Frustrations. If you don't mind me asking... Where are you from?\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "She listened idly as she ate, this time with a bit more control over herself. Still, the pangs of hunger threatened to take over once more; threatened to compel her into a mindless, food eating frenzy. Hearing so much about Idroso though was interesting. She was seemingly just woman on the surface, but the more she learned about her, the more selfless and admirable she turned out to be. She'd be lying if she didn't already feel enthralled!\n\n \"Oh, apologize not. I'm sure it's a lot to mull over, being away from your rightful home and all. It sounds like Miss Indoril is doing all she can to make up for things, though.\"\n\n She seemed a bit taken aback by the question. It was one she hadn't really had the pleasure of asking before. \"Nowhere, really. My father and I? We were once inseparable. The two of us traveled the roads of Skyrim, digging for anything he could use to stay afloat. To say I come from one single place just wouldn't be correct.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Yes... Yes I suppose she does, doesn't she?\"\n\n*He seemed to be hiding something. He was. The night before he had seen his cousin, a thief, get caught. He was taken to the cellar and never seen again. There was nothing wrong with thieving, getting caught was the problem.*\n\n\"My family left Vivec early after Baar Dau began to fall... We had heard of the issues regarding the stasis device. I somewhat envy that traveling life, but from what I have heard it can be... Rough.\"\n\n*The sound of clacking heels passed the door. He seemed almost scared. He had been stealing wine and selling it in Riften on the days he was off. He just hadn't been caught.*\n\n\"I don't hear of many orcs being nomadic, is such a thing common? I thought most orcs came from the strongholds in the Wrothgarian mountains.\""
},
{
"author": "Vanea | The Virtuoso",
"message": "\"Rough indeed. Rough indeed.\" Her expression seemed to grow somber for a moment. \"It's rough, but you learn to live with it. You begin to envy the rich - to want what they have. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever truly be happy if I do settle down into a place like.. Say, this manor.\" It was her turn to think out loud now. She apologized silently by going silent.\n\n The sound of clacking heels seemed to rouse her back too. She snapped out of her little episode before answering. \"It isn't common, not at all. Most of us *Do* Come from strongholds, yes. It's just.. My father and I were castaways. Exiled, you could say.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*When he was sure she was gone he began to speak again.*\n\n\"Your arrival here has been a bit of a big deal. Any deviation from the norm usually is. We haven't had visitors in... Well a few years.\"\n\n*He stood, leaving the platter. He didn't seem as confident in his movement as the other servant, Vanus.*\n\n\"Since there is still a bit of time until the party, you may come and go as you please.\"\n\n*He quietly opened the door and left.*"
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{
"author": "Argo",
"message": "*There is a large bearded dragon staring at a shiny flagon. The flag being shiny shows the bearded dragons reflection... She looks at her own reflection her beard puffed to show she is the alpha here.*"
},
{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": ". . . \"That's your own reflection... Why? That's your own reflection argo.\""
},
{
"author": "Argo",
"message": "*She opens her mouth and lets out a hiss*"
},
{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": "\"Should I do something???Should I leave her be?\""
},
{
"author": "Argo",
"message": "*She backs up crawling onto erh*"
},
{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": "\"I'm so deeply confused...\" *She stands and walks to the alchemist table\""
}
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{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"A beggar, a miller, and a miner. Sounds simple enough. Any information that Sha'dar should know about them that might help?\"\n\n*He looked at Nazir expectantly. It wasn't going to be difficult, hell his last target had died almost instantly. He was confident- perhaps too confident- that these contracts would go off perfectly, but he still liked to know what he was walking into.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Narfi is a hapless beggar living in some ruins just outside the village of Ivarstead. Should be easy. Ennodius lives just outside Anga's Mill, in the wood. He's a paranoid recluse who thinks someone is out to get him, which is right. Beitild seperated from her husband several months ago. The the two run competing mining operations, she's angry and desperate. A fighter.\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He continues listening, finishing up with his bullets, packing them into his pouch"
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Good, thank you Nazir. Now then, I just need to do a quick check of my equipment and I'll be getting going.\"\n\n*With that, Sha'dar began to walk away down one of the tunnels, intending to make use of the smith's equipment not too far from the entrance to make sure his gear was in working order. A dull sword or a flimsy arrow wouldn't work very well, after all.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Good hunting\" Nazir says"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He follows, tying his bullet pouch and sling to his belt, \"Want backup?\" He asks, hustling to keep pace with Sha'dar"
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{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Khajiit wouldn't be opposed to it, though have you've practiced with that sling since your last contract? Wouldn't be a bad idea to make sure your aim is right before we go.\"\n\n*Sha'dar continued to walk alongside Adrian as he unsheathed his longsword, running a hand along the length of the blade and studying it for any nicks or signs of rust. It was pretty well made for just a steel weapon and obviously sharp, but not perfect by any means.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Oh come one it was *One time*\" He says, throwing his hands in the air feigning anger, while also grinning, \"I've been meaning to try out some new bullets I got, filled em with Salts, should prove interesting.\" He remarks, \"So where we headin first?\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Sounds like they'll pack a bit of a punch. Just need to sharpen this sword and we'll be off to, hmm... Ivarstead, to pay a visit to this 'Narfi' fellow.\"\n\n*Now arriving in the central area, Sha'dar walked towards the waiting grindstone and sat down to sharpen his sword. After a few seconds of grinding the steel edge, he held it up to look at it, smiled, stood up from the grindstone, and gestured for Adrian to follow him as he began to leave the Sanctuary.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"I think I heard about Narfi before, a sad fellow from what I hear, not fully right in the head, it's quite sad. A lass used to take care of him but she vanished, nobody knows where she went.\""
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{
"author": "Hecaron - The Professor",
"message": "Falkreath. What a dismal little hold it was... Or at least, that's how it would seem to the uneducated. \n\nAtmosphere, or lack thereof, was of no concern to Hecaron. He didn't come to Falkreath because it was the most hospitable hold in all of Skyrim, indeed, creature comforts mattered little to him, despite what his state of dress might inform. In fact, it was the rich history of these lands that intrigued him so, and in particular, the graveyard that took up the majority of the township proper's real estate. It was such a fascinating little place, from what he'd heard and read, with connections reaching as far and as deep as to the tales of Hjalti Early-Beard, who would later become the famed Tiber Septim, and according to the Nords these days, Talos.\n\nIt was a place rich in history, and Hecaron found it all so exciting!\n\nIt helped that the place was quiet, and also that there weren't any damned Thalmor. That encounter when he came in off the boat scared him damn near out of his breeches, but thankfully, it was the only such encounter he'd had since coming to Skyrim.\n\nFor now, he would attempt to relax his inquisitive mind with a mug of one of the local flavors. *Black-Briar Mead*, from Riften. He'd had it before, of course, Etienne had sworn by the stuff as unlike anything you could get outside of Skyrim, but in all honesty, something about it just tasted off. Not enough to make him waste the gold he paid for it, but enough that he was more nursing it than properly drinking, preferring instead to keep his attention on his newest acquisition- a copy of *Song of the Askelde Men*. Fascinating stuff, truly..."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "Soon enough, the quiet mood would be broke. The doors would swing wipe open and a Nord with fiery red hair would step in. A wide smile on his face.\n\n\"I have slain the mighty Horgaar the Merciless. Your roads are a bit safer now friends!\" He boasted.\n\nSome men had a confused face, perhaps they were not aware or were too drunk to care. But there were a few cheers and claps from some of the patrons or the workers of the bar.\n\n\n\"I do not wish to celebrate this alone, the next two rounds are on me! Hurah!!!\" Frogar would shout, slamming a bag of gold onto the bar counter. \n\nSoon enough... Cheers and happiness would fill the bar. Drinks were being served and people began to chatter and be more positive. I mean, who wouldn't?\n\nFrogar would make his way up to the bar.\n\n\"I'll have a Honey-brew Mead... Extra foamy with shavings on top please.\" He would order. Soon enough, a mug of Mead would be given to him and he made his way to his own table, raising a glass.\n\n\"To a better tomorrow!\" He cheered."
},
{
"author": "Hecaron - The Professor",
"message": "Well, damnation!\n\nHecaron practically jumped out of his boots at the sudden intrusion, though not out of irritation. Indeed, it was very difficult to irritate the elf, with his sunny disposition. Instead, he simply turned to regard the man in question, the very specimen of the men of Atmora he was currently reading of. \n\nOf course, when the wench made her rounds and offered him another round of Black-Briar, he internally winced. He was not going to be able to drink all of this in anything resembling a reasonable time... Perhaps something else? Colovian Brandy would hit the spot about now, but he didn't want to look too out of place...\n\n\"Instead, dear, might I have what our local hero is having?\" He asked, looking towards the stranger. \"And match his boast, if you please. Another round for the gentleman, off the top shelf.\"\n\nWith a handful of coin, his wish was granted, and closing the *Song* Before him, he would place it in his rucksack, along with the stack of other book's he'd acquired before leaving Solitude, and stood up to his full height with a mild groan of exertion. If he'd stayed sitting like that any longer, he'd have splinters in his arse. With the slightest adjustment to his pack, he would stride purposefully over to the conquering hero of the day, and placing his mead at an open place next to him on the table with a loud *Clank*. \n\n\"Room for one more, friend? I'm in need of entertainment, and it sounds as if you have quite the story to tell!\" \n\nHe was quite the chipper elf, that much would be sure to this stranger. Awfully chipper, even, to say that some among Nords might not be so happy to see one of his kind. For his part, Hecaron wasn't sure if this Nord was one of those 'damned elves begone from my land' types, or one of the much more common 'minding my own damn business' types. He supposed there was no harm in finding out one way or another."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Did I ask...?\" Frogar soon had a frown... And squinted his eyes...\n\nHe stared at him for a solid second... Before a smile grew and he laughed.\n\"I'm just messing with you! Join me friend! I'll tell you how I managed to slay that foul Orc and his band of brigands!\" He would cheers and clank his mug, taking a chug.\n\n\"I hope I didn't offend you. I know you Altmer get some stink eyes from us Nords. Just know that I only look at the heart... Not the eyes, hair or skin... Unless your a Falmer then maybe I'll have to get a nose plug! Haha!\" He would laugh.\n\nFrogar was one for jokes. He had hoped his first impression was seen as a joke... To throw the Altmer off."
},
{
"author": "Hecaron - The Professor",
"message": "Well, good to know this one had a sense of humor about him! \n\nHecaron laughed, perhaps a bit harder than most would have, but in truth, he found this gentleman's good humor refreshing. Too often people thought him the stereotype of the haughty elf, too stuck up his own arse to let loose and have a bit of fun. \n\n\"I would hope you don't look at my hair, friend, it's rather a mess these days!\" He replied jovially, \"But oh, I understand your trepidation. Truly, I'm far from the most dashing of elves, but Falmer? Friend, there are nicer ways to tell me I need a bath!\"\n\nHe was clearly having fun with the Nord at this point. It had been a while since he'd had a truly friendly conversation with... Well, anyone! This was a perfectly wonderful change of pace.\n\n\"Well, now, don't delay! Let's hear about your triumph, son of Skyrim!\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Hahahaha!\" He laughed.\n\n\"Well... Where do I begin?\" He tapped his chin and took a drink.\n\n\"I came to this town, saw that folks around here were a bit tense... Turns out there was a hostile group of brigands... Harassing the local roads and attacking trade routes. The jarl had a bounty as his guard were either too lazy or scared to take them on.\" He paused.\n\n\"Not me.\" He added with dramatic effect.\n\n\"I tracked them down... With a bit of planning. I waited for them to get their bellies filled with their mead and their minds clouded. I came at them from the trees, throwing my Axe at one before he could react I finished him off...\n\nOne reached for her sword until I kicked her into the campfire, that made her run into the forest. The other two... Too slow before I cut them down. The other began to shake in fear, I had them where I wanted them. But along came Horgaar... He challenged me to a duel... And I gladly accepted. His men cheered and had all hopes on their leader.\" He would then finally take a breath and a drink."
}
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{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "His head hits the side of the inn with a heavy thunk. This was the third time he'd been kicked out of the Dead Man's Drink that week, and he's tired of it. Can't a man drink in peace? It's not his fault people keep bothering him. It's not his fault he's trying to slow his mind down, and the whole world insists on being a whirlwind. He slides down the wall to sit on the patio floor with a sigh. He'll have to try harder not to get in trouble; he can't keep getting kicked out."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**It was only a few moments later that a shadow of a woman loomed over J'kir. She wore furs and a hood bearing the resemblance of a cave bear, with leather gloves where the knuckles curled down into claw-like points. The upper portion of her face was painted red, as were what was visible of her arm under the gloves, and tattoos littered her limbs. Needless to say, she was practically a mini-giant.**\n\n\"J'kir, I take it?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He froze as the woman loomed over him. He's a very small man in relatively simple clothing. Being barely over five feet and chubby, he doesn't cut a particularly intimidating figure. He looks up at the woman as his fur stands on end.\n\nHis vision blurs and his voice slurs slightly as he speaks, \"Y-yes. What can this one do for you?\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She had her arms crossed, staring right down at him.**\n\n\"Seems you've got some issues with the owners at this fine establishment. Multiple... I've come to resolve them.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He slowly stands up, using the wall to support himself. He avoids eye contact with the woman.\n\n\"It is not J'kir's fault people keep bothering him as he tries to drink. He is not a troublemaker,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Right. Customers get thrown out into the street for not being trouble makers.\"\n\n**Somehow, she looked even larger standing up... Several heads taller than J'kir, as a hulking six foot eight of a woman.**\n\n\"I'm not here to debate. I'm here to resolve this... Either through tongue or fist.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He swallowed thickly, looking up at the giant of a woman. He thought of what to do, but his slowed mind couldn't think of something in time.\n\nHe babbled, trying to explain himself, \"This one only gets kicked out for drinking too much. They do not like khajiit, talk about him behind his back. They laugh at J'kir, call him mad. Like this one does not know he is kissed by Sheggorath.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She raises a brow. **\n\n\"Why do they call you mad, then?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"This one hears the Spirits! Sometimes they are just his mind playing tricks, but others are real, J'kir knows it. He drinks to slow his mind and make the noise quiet down. It makes him feel better. But they do not like when J'kir feels better,\" He gestures wildly and animatedly as he speaks, ending with stomping his foot, \"J'kir should be used to it; even mother and father did not like him.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**Felbjorn shakes her head.**\n\n\"Look, I traveled by carriage for hours to get here. And I was paid to resolve a dispute. I intend to resolve the dispute. Now stop your pity party and tell me how you're going to make up for it, or else I'll have to bruise you.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"Do you not hear? This one did nothing wrong! He simply drinks too much, and the yelling is only because they talk about J'kir first! They laugh laugh laugh and snipe and jeer at this one for doing nothing,\" He's starting to get flustered, of course this woman doesn't believe him, but at least she could listen."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**The giant woman sighs, looking at J'kir. She didn't really want to cause a scene, yet here they were.**\n\n\"Lets just get you home and talk there. You have a home nearby?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He shakes his head, \"J'kir is a traveler. He will most likely spend the night in the woods. He would have spent the night at Dead Man's Drink, but they have kicked him out for the night.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She sighs harshly from her nostrils, flaring. Of course this stranger had to make things difficult. She'd prefer a straight up brawl to this... She quietly curses her clients. Way to make her kick a man while they're down.**\n\n\"Listen, I'm not here to take sides. I'm here to do what I'm paid to do. So that means you make up for what you did, or I beat you. Or, skip town and ride back to Whiterun with me where you can figure it out from there. Either way, I need you out of their hair here.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He tilts his head, questioning. She's probably thinking lowly of him, like a beggar begging for coin on the street.\n\n\"You are offering a ride to Whiterun? What is the catch here? What do you want from J'kir?\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"There is no catch. I'm not offering you a ride out of the goodness of my heart; I was hired to get you out of the owner's hair for a bit, and well, that'd do it.\"\n\n**Felbjorn was lying a bit... It was an option she hoped the stranger chose. The alternative of beating him or making him humiliate himself didn't sound quite as appealing to her.**"
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He was surprised. Most people expected something of him when they provided him a service, and he knew people didn't like him.\n\nHe mulled it over for a moment before he said, \"This one will accept a ride to Whiterun. He has been meaning to leave Falkreath for a while; he just... Has not had the energy to get going.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She gives a brief nod.**\n\n\"Then we'll head out to where you keep your things and take a carriage. I was already paid in advance so no need to stick around.\"\n\n**The towering woman places a hand behind J'kir's back. Whether he would change his mind or not didn't matter; she's determined that this was what they were doing now.**"
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He jumped at the towering woman's touch and quickly moved out of her grasp. He picked up a satchel that was laying next to where he was sitting and slung it over his shoulder.\n\nHe gestured at the pack as he said, \"This is all this one has. No need to go anywhere else.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"You travel light. Fine.\"\n\n**The two proceeded to the front of town, where the carriage was still waiting for Felbjorn to finish her business. The rider was paid for the extra passenger back and the two were hoisting themselves onto the back of the vehicle**"
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "J'kir scrambled his way up into the cart, his short stature making it a bit more difficult for him than most. He promptly opened his satchel and pulled out a book.\n\nHe looked at the woman and asked, \"Do you read?\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She gives the wood a couple knocks to let the driver know they were ready. The horses huff and begin to trot, pulling them along.**\n\n\"Sometimes. Why?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"This one has a few extra tomes if you would like to read during the trip. He finds that they help quiet the mind,\" He said.\n\nHe crossed his ankle over his knee and pulled a few more books out of his pack."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She kicks a boot up to her knee as they drove off, prying the thing off, letting the boot fall down into the cart. She pulls the gloves off next and begins to massage her foot.**\n\n\"Have at it. I'll keep an ear and eye listening for dangers in the woods.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"This one thought he should offer,\" He said. \n\nHe put the books back into his bag and opens his current reading material."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**There was silence for a bit of time. Finally, Felbjorn spoke up.**\n\n\"You said you talk to spirits. You mean things like, Spriggans? Woodland creatures?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "J'kir looked up from his book and marked his page before closing it. He shook his head.\n\n\"No, no. *The* Spirits. This one thinks your people call them Aedra and Daedra, yes? Azurah and Sheggorath and Khenarthi.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"I... See...\"\n\n**She pauses rubbing a moment before continuing, trying to grasp what the khajiit is implying.**\n\n\"So... The Divines speak to you? As in, in dreams? Like that Jarl in Morthal?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He shook his head once again.\n\n\"Not in dreams, no. They speak to this one in his head, make it too loud and fast. That is why J'kir drinks to slow them.\""
}
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{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**Felbjorn just blinks once, before grabbing her boot to shove it back onto her foot.**\n\n\"I don't mean to be... Y'know... But maybe that's a long-term effect of some... Skooma? I've known some whose haven't touched a bottle, but their parents did. Makes them have all sorts of issues.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He shakes his head vigorously. Of course she didn't understand; nobody does.\n\nHe animatedly explains, \"J'kir never knew his parents to do skooma. He knows some of the voices are just his mind playing tricks on him, but there are real ones, he assures you. They tell this one things he shouldn't know and gives him signs. Like you, you are one of many signs that it was time for J'kir to leave Falkreath.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Well, yeah, considering I'm literally here to drag you out of the town by your ears, I'd say I was a pretty clear sign of your time to leave.\"\n\n**She manages to struggle the boot back on and stomps it on the carriage, which shutters the wood beneath.** \n\n\"Look I'm not saying what you're experiencing isn't... Real. I'm not in that head of yours. But there's probably different explainations than dozens of Daedra and Aedra duking it out in your brain.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"They do not fight. They guide J'kir through life. Sometimes the Adversarial Spirits and Dark Spirits tell him to stray from his Path, but he is very good at ignoring them. He is also good at ignoring Sangiin and Alkhan,\" He continues."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**Felbjorn opens her mouth to argue further. It wasn't really clicking for her. But instead, she shuts it and sighs. After a moment she just nods and speaks,**\n\n\"Alright. I won't pretend to understand what you're experiencing but, the Divines speak to us in a myriad of ways, and I'm sure... There's something behind what you're experiencing.\"\n\n**She shrugs.**\n\n\"As a priestess I should keep myself attuned to peoples spirituality, regardless of how it manifests.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "J'kir grinned widely. Finally, someone may not understand, but they're willing to believe him. It's been a long time since he was given that level of courtesy.\n\n\"You are a priestess? Of who?\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Kynareth. But I think you cat-folk call them something different.\"\n\n**Felbjorn nods.**\n\n**She continues,** \"I'm... More of a lay-priest. Its a side-duty. I assist the other priests and priestesses. The Companions of Jorrvaskr have captured my full heart. Full respect to Kynareth, but priestess duties does not contain the same thrill as punching someone's lights out.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"This one believes you speak of Khenarthi, Goddess of the Winds. She is usually quiet, very busy moving the moons along and escorting true cats to Llesw'er,\" He says.\n\nHe nods as she speaks.\n\n\"J'kir has never been the fighting type. He only knows how to use a dagger. But it is good that you have found a place for yourself.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"I've had many families over the course of my life. Got my biological parents... Probably old by now. Maybe dead. Never got to figure that one out.\"\n\n**She shrugs.**\n\n\"The Forsworn that took me in. The Wilds. The Priesthood. But the Companions are the first family that feels truly like a family I've been missing. When I came to Jorrvaskr, proved my worth, it was like they were already my kin, waiting for me to come home.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"Biological family is... Not always the best. Mother, father, and siblings sent J'kir away because they could not hide him.\"\n\nHe looks downcast for a moment before perking back up slightly.\n\n\"The Forsworn... Those are the wild men out by Markarth, yes? It is good you got away from them. It is even better that you found a place you feel accepted. J'kir is still looking for that, himself.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Well... Despite what I'm told now, I was raised to admire the Forsworn. And there's still a part of my heart that yearns for them. But that's the past, and the Reachmen are stuck in it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"This one supposes they live a freer life than most. Maybe that is what you are missing? A life away from cities and jobs?\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Maybe. There's a purity in life within the wilds. You do your part to sustain the tribe. There's no... Greater system that exists beyond what you have. You care for you and your own, and for others as they come.\"\n\n**She nods.**\n\n\"They also demand strength. Competency. Weakness is understood but not accepted. Its sought after and widdled down until even the most pathetic whelp can stand for their own. I suppose that's what gravitated me to the Companions so.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"This one can see how someone could come to miss that life. Although, J'kir would not survive it,\" He jokes with a chuckle.\n\n\"How did you come to join the Companions? There must be a story there. The little he has heard of them, they are a prestigious band of warriors.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She smirks and leans back, hands behind her head. Her legs kick out; with not enough room to spread them in the cart, she kicks them up onto the seat across from her, boots crossed just beside J'kir.**\n\n\"Well... If you want to get very simple and technical... We're mercenaries, basically.\"\n\n**She glances to J'kir.**\n\n\"We're fighters and warriors who get paid coin to resolve fighter and warrior problems. But its rooted in deep traditions of the Nords...\"\n\n**She glances forward and closes her eyes, chuckling.**\n\n\"The Nords... Heh. Sorry, that's my Reachman heart seeping through. But its a family, I think. Not just to me. Its the closest thing to comradery you can get next to Sovngarde.\"\n\n**She sighs, happily,** \"As though Ysgramor himself left a little piece of it when he left. That's what the Companions is.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He nods and listens closely as she speaks. At the end, he smiles.\n\n\"That sounds very lovely. This one understands a family is a wonderful thing to find. But how did *You* Join? With all of that, you must have a story.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She snorts.**\n\n\"Sorry. Got carried away. I rattle sometimes.\"\n\n**She sits up.**\n\n\"Wasn't the plan originally. Don't think I ever even heard of the Companions until I came to Whiterun.\"\n\n**Despite sounding callous about it, she was beaming as she recalled the story.**\n\n\"When I got there I was serving at the temple. Cleaning, assisting in healing, small duties... Well, being right across the way from Jorrvaskr, and being a practical giant of a woman, it didn't take long for one of the Companions to approach me. Farkas was his name.\"\n\n**She pauses for effect, letting J'kir chime in if he wanted.**"
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He listens intently, elbows on knees and leaning his head on his hands. His eyes are wide as he stares at her while listening.\n\n\"No offense, but you *Are* As big as a Cathay-raht.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"I 'unno what a Cathie Rat is, but regardless, Farkas challenged me to a drunken challenge of might. Wanted to prove his strength... Pushups in the Bannered Mare. Customers cheering and placing bets on who would do more... After that was an arm wrestling challenge, then a brawl.\"\n\n**She holds a finger up, as if trying to recall.**\n\n\"I won the pushups, lost the arm wrestle... And we split even on the brawl.\"\n\n**She smirks, staring up at the sky with one hand behind her head.**\n\n\"So he asked if I'd have the guts to join the Companions. And the rest is history.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"A Cathay is the type of khajiit most commonly seen outside of Elsweyr. Cathay-raht are bigger, stronger, and more agile.\"\n\nHe hums as he listens, tapping his fingers along his jaw.\n\n\"That is quite the tale. Is Farkas as large as you? If so, this one may be more out of place in Whiterun than Falkreath,\" He chuckles."
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She shakes her head.**\n\n\"He's big, but I'm... What's the smart word for it... Anomalous.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"Maybe you are giant-kin,\" He snickers.\n\n\"You know, J'kir glad to have met you. He might have never made it out of Falkreath if you had not come. Of course, your kindness is the real thing to applaud.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"I was just doing my job. But... Thanks.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"You did not have to give J'kir a ride out of Falkreath. This one saw how you paid for his passage.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She tsks.**\n\n\"I still made a profit on this trip.\"\n\n**She was insisting that she was simply doing her job... But she knew better.**"
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He shrugs.\n\n\"It is still a nice gesture. I appreciate it.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She finally concedes, nodding in silent acceptance of the appreciation. She goes to a sachel that she had left on the cart earlier. It wasn't particularly large, but she digs out a bottle of Black-Briar Mead, popping the cork.**\n\n\"I have a bottle after every successful job. Sorta a ritual, I guess. Want some?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "He perks up and nods.\n\n\"This one would very much like some.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "**She had used her teeth to pull the cork off. The ale inside was only slightly bubbly, the gorgeous black, syrupy substance inside getting downed as Felbjorn lifted the bottom toward the sky, funneling the liquid down her throat. After a good amount was drank, she wipes her lips with the sleeve of her arm, and offers the bottle over.**\n\n\"Y'know, khajiit are not usually allowed in cities... Least not in a trading capacity. Though since you're a different kind of Rat, you're probably less likely to draw attention.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "J'kir takes the bottle and takes a good, long swig before handing it back. He leans back on his hands and taps his fingers along his jawline.\n\n\"That usually only applies to the caravans. This one does not have any skooma or moon sugar on him, so he should be fine.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"I'm not sure the caravans do either. But eh.\"\n\n**She shrugs, taking another swig. She offers the bottle to the carriage driver, who takes the bottle and swigs up himself before handing it back empty.**"
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"Oh, the caravans usually do. Moon sugar is a key part of khajiit culture and many dishes, while skooma is used by moon priests for their visions. Though, most caravans are just smugglers.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Thought skooma was made by dark elves?\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"It was initially, but some khajiit have fallen to its influences as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Felbjorn",
"message": "\"Skyrim has had a skooma problem since before Ri'saad came by. Trust me, this whole business is just a scapegoat.\"\n\n**She makes a gesture with her head toward the foresting areas, eastward.**\n\n\"Out by Riften there's a nasty skooma den. I know cause I've had to deal with a fair amount of skooma addicts.\""
},
{
"author": "Sugar-Tooth J'kir",
"message": "\"Ri'saad is a good man. This one traveled with him for a time before J'kir left the caravans. It is true, khajiit are blamed for many things we did not do, and cultures do not transfer well. In Elsweyr, quick and nimble fingers are considered highly prized. Here, they get you labelled a thief.\""
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina's wagon pulled in with a handful of guards in the back. They were Stormcloak sympathizers. Not that Calina had any problem with them, with the war and how Whiterun for now has remained neutral; even her men argued on whose side Balgruuf should pick. Calina had simple orders to give some men up in exchange for some of the men who wanted out. She had hoped this wasn't a stormcloak ploy to stick a dagger into Balgruuf's throat otherwise she is heading to Windhelm herself to kill Ufflric with her bare hands, not that she would make it far but to have a chance to kill the man would make her feel better.\n\nThe wagon pulled into the town as she would do a head count and start to finish up the paperwork on a clipboard. Falkreath was a beautiful place to visit. Much better than the stinky piss smell Riften that her men complained about after their recent transfer."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*A number of guards began to approach the wagon, now dressed in more common clothes having left their armor elsewhere. A mix of men and women, mostly Nords but with a couple others as well, including a Bosmer. The serene sounds of Falkreath were once again broken up by footsteps behind them, and they stood aside as someone else arrived. Krowviir would likely recognize him immediately.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*A fairly tall Nord, dressed in a rugged noble robe adorned with a wolfskin cloak and carrying a carved wooden staff that clinked against the stone path beneath him. The head of the staff was made of blackened metal, etched and shaped to resemble a dragon's visage, and an ornate longsword hung from his hip. As for the man himself, he wore a golden circlet on his head, his hair a shade of light blonde that was tied back into a ponytail, and his face adorned likewise with a long braided beard. This was Kolgarth, Jarl of Falkreath, and he spoke with a strong, learned voice.*\n\n\"I see you and the guard have arrived in good health, Captain Krowviir. It is good to see you in person. My guard have already made their preparations for the transfer prior to your arrival.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina looked over at the young and balled fist before pounding it once against her chest and giving a slight bow.\n\n\"Roads were safe for the most part, whether held up too. Lucky, heard it's pretty rainy around this time\" She gave a small laugh.\n\nShe turned to the guards who were gathering their belongings and items as they were preparing to depart from the wagon.\n\n\"How have you fared my Jarl, I don't keep up with other holds with Whiterun on my mind and all.\" She asked as she waited for the transfers to gather their things."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Your commitment to your home and kin is only understandable. In spite of the troubles of war, Falkreath and I have fared well. I suppose the lack of action in my lands has driven these fine soldiers to boredom, and now they seek excitement on the front lines of the war. Whatever it is they seek in Whiterun, whether honor or glory or thrills, may Orkey watch over them.\"\n\n*He rose his staff a bit as a symbolic gesture, and the guards returned in kind with nods and raised fists. And with that, the Jarl smiled.*\n\n\"How has Whiterun fared with the war? I understand that Jarl Balgruuf is still hesitant to pledge his sword to Tullius or to Ulfric.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She sighed.\n\n\"The people want Balgruuf to pick a side, but he knows it's gonna split the people. People want us to be true Nords and side with the Stormcloaks, others want to keep the strong trade with the Imperials. Some say we owe our safety to the Empire, others say Balgruuf is a Thalmor boot lover, some call him a traitor to the Empire. It's all just... I don't care for the war. All it has done is tore people apart, turn brothers and sisters against each other. I guess what I can say, is I hope he makes the right choice in the end. My allegiance is not with the Stormcloaks nor the Empire. It's with Whiterun.\"She told him, giving her honest view on the war and Balgruuf in general."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"In truth, I don't want the war either. Nobody who fights benefits from war. It only causes damage, tremendous damage to everyone involved and not involved. Between you and I, it was not for Talos that I swore to Ulfric's cause. It was to ensure that our traditions aren't forgotten, and that we need not answer to unfit rulers, such as Titus Mede II. I was not in the Great War, but I know of the Emperor's concession, and of the efforts he wasted. I know a few in Falkreath who feel betrayed by their kin, and I've heard much of the feuds between Clan Battle-Born and Clan Gray-Mane. Sworn brothers turned to bitter enemies. And I believe that only by becoming independent of the Empire can the violence be stopped, so our kinsmen need not throw away what they cherish anymore. Not even Ulfric's cause is a perfect one.\"\n\n*With the voice he used, it was clear that Jarl Kolgarth was also sincere in his beliefs.*\n\n\"Ah, but I have gotten far ahead of myself. I am glad that for the time being, Falkreath has been able to live with some degree of peace, and that Whiterun fares well for now. This town's history can speak of today's troubles more than one may realize. I'm sure you know of the vast graveyard that Falkreath is famed for.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Aye. You're people have gave a lot for Skyrim, spilled plenty of blood to keep these lands safe. \" She nodded, her head turned towards the direction of the graveyard.\n\n\"Whiterun has been going better ever since I took over. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the last captain of a joke. His patrol routes were flawed, his guards were lazy and did not keep in shape, and I been doing some deep digging... Apparently he took plenty of bribes. I had to rework everything, while at first the men hated it. Overtime the streets are clean, a lot less homeless, and crime has dropped pretty low. Our jail is mostly empty which is good. Criminals think twice before trying to pull something crazy, only thing that we have to deal with is drunken brawls or the Battleborns or Graymanes start trouble.\" She explained how Whiterun was going, not trying to sound boastful but more of how proud she had changed it for the better."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Perhaps my guard will not find it so exciting after all. Ah, but regardless, I'm sure a change of pace and scenery shall do them well. I trust you will treat them with great respect, and they in turn to you. It was actually Akkar who suggested the transfer, a rather sensible and understanding man he is. Quite well versed in the affairs of the people, and a view different to my own. I am very fortunate to have him as a friend.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"I'll go a bit easy on them, they always hate it at first but will grow to like being held with more to do. Guards seem to adjust rather quickly on how I run things.\" She smiled.\n\nShe then listened explained to his friend whom he had great respect for, but did not know who he was.\n\n\"Who?\" She asked, tilting her head."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Akkar Noxilius. A Redguard whose family I've known for some now. He's young, but quick to learn, and he carries much of his grandfather's wisdom. Unfortunately, they have been in mourning for a while, and I sympathize for Akkar. His grandfather and the family patriarch, Andral Noxilius, perished to disease. Perhaps you know him, perhaps not. He was a Legionnaire for many, many years, fought in the Great War as well. His loss struck us all here, regardless of his allegiances long ago. I do not blame him for what he couldn't control- in truth he resented his Emperor.\""
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Ah, I am sorry for your loss. He sounded like a very good man.\" The Nord had her head down for a short while.\n\nCalina also chimed in her opinion of the Great War.\n\"I feel bad that the actions of one man have ruined the Great Empire. You can tell a lot of soldiers wished they fought a bit longer, now we have the Thalmor sticking their fingers in everyone's pie. But all we can do now is prepare for the next one, you and I know the Dominion won't let a tie hold them down for long, I just hope we can finish the job.\"\n\nAfter a long pause, Calina sighed.\n\"But, we're alive and here today. I'll stick around for a short while, never get out of Whiterun often so this is a treat for sure. Do you recommend anything I should check out? This is my first visit here.\" She crossed her arms, asking."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Aye, if you need a good drink, a hot meal or a warm bed, the Dead Man's Drink will welcome you with open arms. Let's see... Down the road, Zaria runs Grave Concoctions, a skilled alchemist from Hammerfell specializing in poisons. Don't let that worry you, mostly they're used for pests or dangerous wildlife around here. Solaf is the proprietor of Gray Pine Goods, and Lod is the local blacksmith. Of course, you already know of the graveyard, and the adjacent Hall of the Dead. Kust tends to the graves and the newly deceased, while Runil cares for the temple. Falkreath may not be as bustling as Whiterun, but we are well off enough for now. Ah, I nearly forgot. If you fancy yourself a huntress, the surrounding woods have plenty of game- deer, elk, wolf, bear, game birds, and so on. Myself, I occasionally go for a hunt alongside my guard. It's good for keeping in shape, and they rarely say no to a hot game stew.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina nodded.\n\n\"I used too, my pa used to drag me out ot the plains for some hunting trips. I liked it, but I couldn't shoot rabbits because they were too cute. Pa said it was alright for me to have a heart but said that when it came down to it, I had to push aside my heart if it meant to feed my family.\" She told a bit about her hunting life she had while she was young.\n\n\"But I never have the time... Too busy with making sure Balgruuf is not dealing with the stress of the dumbasses and keeping the city clean. But I'll be sure to spend some of my gold here, I might get a few trinkets here and there.\" She added."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Well there's certainly a few trinkets, I'm sure Solaf would give you a reasonable... Kust?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*A Nord had approached the two, a man wearing armor of iron and carrying a shovel, and he looked immediately to Kolgarth and spoke.*\n\n\"My Jarl, I've discovered something concerning that you need to see. I think the cemetery may have been robbed.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*Kolgarth's look changed drastically. His face became stern, almost hollow.*\n\n\"...What.\"\n\n*He began following as Kust gestured to him, moving in the direction of the graveyard. For a moment, he turned back to Krowviir.*\n\n\"Whatever has happened, there will be consequences. The dead are not to be disturbed.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina had a show of concern on her face as she saw the Jarl's concern. What has brought so much anger and fear to him? Then it hit her, somebody had messed with the graves.\n\n\"Damned grave robbers. Worse than actual robbers, having to rely on taking from the dead.\" She gritted her teeth, feeling his anger as well.\n\nCalina would never know how to react if somebody robbed her mother's grave. Her father put a priceless family heirloom with her, something that was very special to him when he was young.\n\nCalina would follow the Jarl, seeing who or what did this.\n\n\"You might not be in my jurisdiction, but if you need my help. I'm willing to aid you find the son of a bitch that did this.\" She told him."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Your concern is appreciated, and I have no quarrel if you wish to aid me. Now, let's see who saw fit to disturb the dead.\"\n\n*The two had been led to the graveyard, where Kust and Runil were now standing beside one of the graves. Nearby, a couple residents were standing watching what was happening, while one or two guards kept them back for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Look here, my Jarl. There is a depression here, and the soil is not fully intact. Someone moved it, and didn't cover it up fully.\"\n\n*Moving around, there was a name engraved into the headstone over the disturbed soil. It read:*\n\n**'Here rests Andral Noxilius**\n**Leader, veteran, and grandfather**\n**May he find rest under Orkey's watch**\n**4E 129 - 4E 201**"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Andral... Words cannot describe the anger I feel. To see the resting place of a veteran desecrated... Abhorrent. It brings me no joy to unearth his coffin, but we must see if the effects he was buried with were stolen. Kust, please begin digging.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Kust nodded to the Jarl and, with his shovel, began to dig. With the soil already loose and not well packed, uncovering the grave would not take much longer than a couple minutes.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"By the Nine...\" She gasped.\n\nCalina looked around for a shovel and quickly got one into he hands and began to help the man dig so they could see what they took. Savages, to take from the dead? It angered Calina to the bone."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With Calina's aid, Kust was able to dig a couple feet much faster, until there was a sudden thud. Metal on wood, as the shovel struck the coffin. Moving around more soil, the surface of the coffin was uncovered. Kust's face turned white.*\n\n\"My Jarl... This is something else.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*Kolgarth made his way over to the edge of the grave and peered in. He too looked shocked. There was a wide hole in the coffin into which soil had fallen. There was no body interred within. Kolgarth was silent.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina had a shocked expression, not only did they rob his grave but they took his body too? What kind of people would...? Calina had already a good idea who took, well the group of people that would take a body. She looked towards the Jarl.\n\n\"I might not have plenty of evidence to back up a claim, but my gut tells me necromancers may have taken the body, they're the only ones that would have any real use for a body... Unless there are parties involved.\" She made a suggestion upon seeing the body of the legendary soldier now stolen. This was beyond disgraceful, this was something that would even make the Dark Brotherhood blush."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"No... It couldn't have been. Look at the edges of the hole.\"\n\n*Looking around the rim of the hole, it painted a clearer picture- the coffin appeared broken outward, not inward. Something inside might broken out, rather than someone or something breaking inside.*\n\n\"This wasn't a theft. This was an escape. Something may have escaped from the coffin and clawed its way to the surface. But the dirt was somewhat packed- an attempt to hide the escape, perhaps. Hmm... I have a strong suspicion on what happened, but to think that Andral could be such a thing...\""
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina was puzzled, so many questions yet she could not come up with an answer.\n\n\"So I thought he was dead? Did you guys think he died and buried him alive? Even then, he would have ran out of air...\" She was so confused on the set of circumstances that would even allow for this to even happen.\n\nGuess in a weird way he was alive and not dead, nobody robbed his grave or took his body. Now came to what happened to him, how or why did he come crawling out like some sort of zombie? Falkreath already had an eventful day, this was the first time anything like this happened. Even then, she was surprised nobody during the burial process saw him breathing or anything in the matter. Did they just slap in a coffin and call it good before putting him in the ground? Was he a vampire? He would have died either way, Vampire's to her knowledge needed air too, but would go crazy from a lack of blood."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"I have my suspicions, but at the moment I only see one way to find the truth: to speak with Andral's family about the circumstances before his death. Depending on what kind of illness killed him, he may very well walk the earth at this moment... To my knowledge, his brother and eldest son buried him. I will need to investigate more. Should I require your aid, or discover new information, I shall relay it to you by way of courier.\"\n\n*By now, the crowd of locals had gathered. Murmurs and questions and conversations. The guards were still holding them off, trying to keep the peace. And then, Kolgarth looked to one of them, standing close by, and spoke.*\n\n\"Langeir, I need you to inform the rest of the guard. For the time being, until the events that transpired here are fully understood, the temple is to be under watch during the night.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Langeir nodded and ran off in the direction of the barracks, leaving the Jarl, Captain Krowviir, Runil, and Kust beside the empty grave.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Hoof beats in the distance slowly get louder, stopping initially at the Longhouse but then moved to the graveyard. A courier, bearing the symbol of Whiterun. \"Captain Krowviir, I have urgent news. Jarl Balgruuf has been replaced, you must come to Whiterun immediately.\" The courier says in a hurried tone"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina froze, taking time to process the words just spoken to her.\n\n\"What...?\" She asked, her tone dropping low.\n\n\"W-what... I-... Who-...\" She was at a lost for words.\n\nNever in her life would she ever think to hear that Jarl Balgruuf would be replaced, never like this. She was always hesitant to take long trips out of Whiterun, fearing that the whole city would burn if she was never there. But the one time Balgruuf had finally managed to convince her to take some time away from Whiterun, this happened? He loses the throne and someone now takes the title?\n\nThis had to be a trick, foul play, perhaps some sort of uprising. No... It was betrayal... Somebody had replaced him? But who?\n\nCalina began to sweat, her heart began to beat, but she took a deep breath and calmed her nerves for now.\n\n\"Very well, I will return at once.\" She nodded.\n\nShe then turned the Jarl.\n\"I would wish to spend time here, but apparently some sort of sick joke is being played out in Whiterun. I'll let you know how things go until then, good luck with... Whatever happened here.\" She nodded.\n\nShe would quickly storm off, her fist balled with anger and her heart felt like a thousand needles were all piercing it at once. She however had to keep on a face, not now. It wasn't true. This was either some sort of joke played by the Jarl, but he would never do a joke like that. She knew that he knew that news like that would drive her insane. Perhaps she was already insane just thinking of the multitude of ways of how this came to be. So many questions, but she would have to see it to believe it. It would be a long ride back home, but she had hoped that whatever happened was not true. Not Balgruuf, the man she respected and had a sort of fatherly love for. She loved her real father but Balgruuf had that feeling when he talked to you."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*Kolgarth stood in silent contemplation of what had just transpired. He said nothing at first, only thinking of the day's events. A respected veteran's body was disinterred, perhaps on its own, and now claims that Whiterun was under a different Jarl. Part of him wanted to see for himself, to follow alongside Captain Krowviir. But for now, he had more urgent matters to tend to.*\n\n\"Kust. For now, dig up what's left of the coffin. I must have someone speak with the Noxilius family immediately. I fear their patriarch is back from the dead.\""
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{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani was walking back from the local trader, she had recently traded some meat and pelts for some extra coin. Skyrim was a land of strange frozen beauty, and it had plenty of game to hunt in the bitter cold forests that lied near Falkreath. Kani hasn't explored much of the land of the Nords, but she often got weird eyes as nobody had ever seen a Bosmer with her Khajiit like features, more off the ears and a slow waving tail. Some Nords made comments that some Bosmer managed to get a Khajiit knocked up, but others argued that it wasn't possible. \n\nKani was used to such comments, most were just questions, others were insults. But again, it was her choice and it was to honor her dear friend. Besides, it did give her some advantage. The heightened hearing and the tail gave her an edge when it came to hunting. She could take the rude comments any other day. Still, it would be nice if people didn't see her as a freak or some kind of failed experiment. It was a cool morning, most of the townsfolk were getting up to do some early morning shopping or get ready for work."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "*On the road was a large group coming in. Wasn't soldiers. A few orcs, a few khajiit, a few argonians. Some riding horses. There was one atop an Echatere, a mammalian creature from Wrothgar. He appeared to be the leader. He spoke to a guard and then they entered, stopping the Caravan by the general store. The leader was an old orc, with a giant longbow on the Echatere. He got off and ordered some of the ones with Packs to enter the store. Making deliveries. He went to the Echatere and began petting its head.*"
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani saw the caravan pulled in, the variety of races of workers and guards were a sight to see. She then saw the bulking old Orc who seemed to be the leader of the caravan begin to pet a creature she had rarely seen. Her tail raised a bit and her ears perked up as she walked over. She had plenty of gold to spend, and if anything she could just go back to hunting and sleeping out in the wilds. \n\nKani cautiously approached the caravan, and spoke slightly towards the Orc.\n\n\"You do plenty of trade in Skyrim? Or are you all over Tamriel?\" She asked as she crossed her arms across her chest\n\nShe was cautious, she was ready to have this Orc be either disgusted or perhaps too mean on her appearance but she had hope none of those have happened."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "*He didnt look away from the Echatere. It was old... Injured, but still going. He seemed to have a strong bond with it.*\n\n\"We've got resources from everywhere... Mostly morrowind... But things come from Summerset, High Rock, Black marsh. We get it from a Ship... The ship travels everywhere, but we only travel Skyrim right now... We used to travel from Elsweyr to Hammerfell... Getting too old for that now though...\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She paused for a moment. She had to choose her words carefully, not because she thought that Orcs were dumb and couldn't understand basic words, more of she knew that saying the wrong thing to an Orc could easily piss them off or rub them in the wrong way.\n\n\"So... Do you have a successor for this caravan or are you going to hand it off to someone else. From what I can tell, you have been doing this for a long time my friend.\" She asked, and a part of her wanted to also pet the animal. But she would have to wait to ask permission to pet such a creature."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"Crosses-The-Snow will take it when I go. Of course... I don't necessarily own it. I operate it... Venasu Telvanni owns the Trading Company which owns it. She'll probably never die... Telvanni and all that.\"\n\n*He finally turned. He seemed blind in one eye, with a great deal of scars... But his good eye was a very distinct yellow.*\n\n\"Once the Delivery is done, you're free to buy from us... We have some good Glass equipment from Vvardenfell right now. I prefer it for my arrows.\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She took notice of the Orcs scars, he must've been in a lot of battle to get that roughed up and it looked like he had some close calls in his long life.\n\nHer ears perked up when he mentioned glass arrows, and her tail began to raise and softly wag.\n\n\"Glass? Not many in Skyrim can craft them, I think they are all imports as well.\" She tilted her head.\n\nKani knew she could use some glass arrows, or any kind of special arrows. She worked fine with normal steel tipped arrows but having even a bundle or two of glass arrows would be well worth the money. They were light, sharp, and she believed they could harm Daedra, ghosts, and perhaps even Werewolves. But she might have been misinformed.\n\n\"Sure I know the Dunmer are very talented smiths when it comes to Glass. I too have been to Morrowind, such an alien province but it has its beauty.\" She commented."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"I prefer it... They can be a bit heavy, compared to moonstone or elven arrows... But with my Bow... Better to use heavier ones.\"\n\n*He didn't use a little hunting bow... It was a gigantic longbow, the kind that would punch straight through armor. Two Dagi came from the general store with Empty crates... He could begin selling now. He moved to a pack on the side of the Echatere, inside was likely around 150 glass arrows.*\n\n\"How many?\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "\"How many per arrow?\" She asked and tilted her head, she then looked at the animal that he had petted before, walking over it she looked back at him.\n\n\"Can I?\" She asked, hoping he gave her permission to pet the creature. She never really seen many of them and this one looked well taken care of."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"7 each... But I'd do 80 for every 15.\"\n\n*He looked over to the Echatere.*\n\n\"Oh, Akan. Just be gentle with him... I've had him my whole career... I've tried letting him retire but he just wants to keep going.\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani nodded and got close to the animal, taking her time to pet it. She as a Bosmer could have a faint feeling with it, it felt strong yet... Old. It was a loyal beast, a kind one at that. She felt a warm love from it, a strong love.\n\n\"What a beautiful animal... You treat it well.\" She nodded.\n\nShe then stepped away from the animal and gave a nod, doing some math in her head, 30 arrows would be enough to last her a while and she would only use them when she had to.\n\n\"I'll take 30. That's 160 septims... Do we even call them septims anymore? Well in any case, I'll take two bundles. You got anything else?\" She asked as she placed her hands on her hip."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"It's imperial currency... It'd be septims, they have their own currency in Dominion land... Still the same gold.\"\n\n*He bundled the arrows up, two bundled of fifteen.*\n\n\"Alinor Honey-Wine... A few Bosmeri instruments... More weapons... Some bespoke Khajiiti clothing. Are you a Bosmer or Khajiit? I can't tell... Forgive me. You looks like an ohmes but... Different. I know the bosmer can alter themselves with the horns but... Never seen that.\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She again nodded at the other listed items he mentioned, but none of them seemed worth purchasing. Not that they were bad items, more of that she had no interest in them.\n\nWhen asked about her additional features she sighed.\n\n\"I'm Bosmer, but it's a long story that would need a few drinks before I would even tell the full tale. Long story short, I chose to get these instead of antler or horns... In honor of a friend.\" She told the Orc of the reasoning behind her ears and tail.\n\nShe then reached into her gold pouch that was heavy, and started quickly counting a few more before adding it into a smaller bag. She then gave that smaller pouch to the Orc. \n\n\"I shall use the arrows well, thank you.\" She nodded as she waited to be handed the arrows."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"Well don't sigh about it if it means that much to you! It's nothing to be ashamed of... Keeping that memory.\"\n\n*He pointed to his eye. The yellow, working one.*\n\n\"I have an amulet that makes it so... Distinct. It's a reminder of those in my family... Lost to madness.\"\n\n*He handed off the arrows and took the gold, placing it in a chest on the back of the echatere saddle.*\n\n\"We're off to Markarth next... Delivering Heartstones to the Telvanni wizard there... But we'll stay a bit longer.\"\n\n*He hadn't been made aware of the name change yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani nodded.\n\n\"I haven't been to Markarth. So I wouldn't know the politics as much. Heard it's a sight to behold, a Dwemer City! Sounds like a sight to see. I did hear that the Forsworn are on a rise, whoever they are. They don't seem like nice people.\" She told the Orc what she had heard of Markarth.\n\nKani looked around at the wagon that had all of the items out on display.\n\n\"How do you guys fare against bandit attacks, I'm sure with the state that Skyrim is in. You guys have to fend off the amount of Brigands that have been forming their larger groups as of late. They're just as bad as in Cyrodiil.\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"We handle ourselves. When we started it was more difficult... But we've got almost a reputation as the \"Telvanni\" Caravan... Any bandit who dares point a weapon at us doesn't fare well in the future. Those that do try... We're skilled enough to take... I'm good enough with a bow to take 7 of the average scumbag.\"\n\n*He smiled. He was quite articulate, but still gruff, and he couldn't help but revel in his own skill.*\n\n\"But... When you get old... The muscles you work to pull back the string... Ache more and more as you work them.\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani smiled.\n\n\"Heh, that's just how my father described it. He was once an eager hunter in Valenwood but as he grew older he stuck to more simple work. He said that I had enough work already.\" She mentioned her father, but more of it seemed that her dad was saying he was old when he wasn't really.\n\n\"So, do you plan to retire? Settle down somewhere?\" She asked, tilting her head."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"Most orcs want to die in battle... Think of it like that. I'll work until i just cant anymore... This is what i love... Traveling, and i wouldn't drop it for anything.\"\n\n*He frowned.*\n\n\"Most orcs see me as some disgrace... We dont do business with the strongholds because of that. I'm... Not very traditional in my upbringing.\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "\"I think Orcs get treated too harshly sometimes. But one thing is for certain, they are too stubborn with their traditions. Strongholds would benefit from trade like this, yet their Chiefs cross their arms and pout. It's that stubbornness I wish my people had, however... We...\" She paused.\n\n\"Bent over too easily to the Thalmor. Now we can't fight back... They are willing to burn all of Valenwood to keep my people in control. This wouldn't have happened if we stood our ground.\" She whispered. It was clear she did not like the Thalmor and she had hoped an Orc like him had the same disdain for them as well."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"I've never personally been to Summerset... That's Venasu's thing... But ugh... They've made trade into their territory hell... Not to mention the treatment of those in those territories. My firsthand experience is... Limited... But I've been called greenskin... Tuskmouth... All sorts of things at their border checkpoints...\"\n\n*One of the Dagi working for him brought him a small box of sweetrolls. His weakness was sweets... He set them on the back of the Echatere before the Dagi went into the tavern with the majority of the caravan.*\n\n\"Of course even here they can be rude... They don't usually let in the caravan until they see me and i can confirm we aren't carrying moon sugar or skooma. I find communion with the Khajiit and Saxhleel... We're all outcasts in a way.\""
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He tied the horse out in front of the tavern and dismounted. He removed his helmet, and spoke to one of the townsfolk. The Vampire den was to the south.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*Wrenn got down from the horse and looked around Falkreath, taking in the sights of a new town*\n\n\"This place is nice, smaller than I was expecting but very nice\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I've never been either... Something eerie about it. They said the Den was near a waterfall to the south. Told us to be careful though... I have a potion if you get bit... That armor wont stop a determined feral...\"\n\n*He began walking, to the south and past the Graveyard.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He looked at the signs of the buildings as they walked past them*\n\n\"Well I'll certainly try my best to avoid being bitten by a feral, don't want to waste a potion\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It can get overwhelming... Have you ever fought one before? In true combat?\"\n\n*He put his helmet back on.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"No, they've never let me come out on any hunts until today\"\n\n*He kept one hand on the handle of his elven knife as they walked*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Well... This one might hit you like a brick.\"\n\n*They were approaching the den. A cave. The odor of stale blood wafted from it.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh are they a particularly strong Vampire then?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"No... But probably a bit strong for someones first hunt.\"\n\n*He was at the mouth of the cave now.*\n\n\"In we go.\"\n\n*His soft voice turned abrasive, and ashy. The cave wasn't that deep, but it was dark. There was a thrall just ahead that hadn't seen them yet.*\n\n\"Throw a knife.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He nodded and pulled the iron knife from the sheathe on his hip, spinning it so he held the blade between his fingers before he tossed it towards the thrall's back*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*It hit something vital, because he dropped like a brick. It alerted the whole cave though. 3 vampires, and a Master vampire. Zasana immediately drew his sword. Now there were 2 Zasanas. One of them charged them, while the other stayed back, fighting one of the lesser vampires. But ones was coming from deep in the cave for Wrenn. A weak one. It was a feral bloodfiend... Looked almost zombified. It lunged at him trying to bite him.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He looked incredibly confused by the sudden appearance of another Zasana before he drew his second knife, noticing the feral as it lunged at him and knocked him off his feet, he shoved one arm into its mouth before trying to stab the blade into the vampire's heart*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*It would bite him. He could feel the fangs in his arm. Zasana had handled the two normal vampires, and was now fighting the Master with the other Zasana.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He bit down on his lip before attempting to thrust the elven blade he wielded into the throat of the vampire attached to his arm*\n\n\"Time for you to meet your divine\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*It would eventually fall limp, dead. The two Zasanas had killed the Master, and now there was only one Zasana. He rushed over to Wrenn with the curr disease potion.*\n\n\"Drink it. Now!\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He took the potion and drank it before shoving the dead vampire off him and sitting up*\n\n \"Did you see where that thrall fell?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He pointed towards a limp corpse on the ground. The knife was on the floor next to him.*\n\n\"They make specific throwing knives. Instead of just using your daggers. Something to look into. Give me your arm.\"\n\n*He took his arm, cleaned the bite wound with water, and bandaged it. Why were there two of him earlier, though?*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He nodded slightly and let Zasana bandage his arm before he went to retrieve his knife*\n\n\"I will make a mental note of that.. Why was there multiple of you earlier?\""
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It's the sword. Duplici Gladio. It's an artifact of my Mistress... Boethiah. It creates duplicates of myself, who solely serve Boethiah. If I go against her wishes, they will try to kill me.\"\n\n*He explained it rather nonchalantly, as he finished the bandage. It was tight, but it would prevent an infection. Hopefully.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh that's pretty interesting\"\n\n*He looked at the bandages and clenched his fist before nodding*\n\n\"Seems like a pretty powerful sword to have\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Combined with Speaks' Opal Charm, it could create an undying vampire killing army. I worry that power will get out of hand. Come on... Works done. Or you can root around to see what they had. One of them had i believe an Orcish dagger if you want to take it.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"A new dagger could be good, which one do you believe was carrying it?\"\n\n*He looked at the corpses that littered the cave around them*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He pointed to a dead vampire.*\n\n\"Him.\"\n\n*He took his sword, and cleaned it with a special cloth before returning it to its sheath.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He wandered over to the corpse Zasana had pointed out and began to rummage around to find the dagger*\n\n\"Having 3 to throw isn't too bad\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It isnt, but you need proper throwing daggers. Those arent properly balanced and wont hold in the air long.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Not sure where'd I'd get proper throwing knives\"\n\n*He put the orcish dagger into a pocket before standing back up*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The Quartermaster at the fort. Who would make them for you. Or most smiths...\"\n\n*He turned to the entrance of the cave.*\n\n\"Well, how was your first hunt?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I killed a thrall and a feral, so I'd say it went very well for my first hunt\"\n\n*Wrenn smiled and followed behind Zasana again*\n\n\"Thank you for bringing me\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Keep it quiet for a bit... But you have proved yourself. I'll let isran know that you're capable. I think they were just worried about you dying on your own.\"\n\n*As he stepped out of the cave, it was darker now.*\n\n\"We can try and make it back to the Fort, but it's going to get dark.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A relatively calm day, the roads have woods on either side, a less than ideal road, but that's why the mage hired the merc in the first place, people say he notices sounds nobody else does"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"You sure picked an odd path, huh boss.\" The orc says in a snide tone, he's looking around constantly, tracking the treeline at all times, he looks paranoid, but his face remains calm, \"At least we don't have to deal with Forsworn. Unless they got ballsier and really want to push their luck.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The colossal figure of Rodric moved a fair distance away from the roads, embracing the thick trees and watching from as far as possible without breaking line of sight, or getting too close. Ordinarily he would have simply been out here hunting game, having been on the trail of a rather enticing deer, but he was stopped quite literally in his tracks. The scent of a deer had been replaced by another scent, one he recognized immediately- the scent of fresh blood, likely still warm and a sure sign of recent injury. But it was almost intertwined with another smell, a sort of floral scent that might be ordinary to most people, but he subconsciously sensed its unsavory use.*\n\n*It was the smell of a briar heart, the seed of a type of tree that grew in the Reach. Taken with the stench of fresh blood, it was the telltale smell of a Forsworn briarheart, those warriors who had their hearts replaced with it. He knew little of how it was performed, only recognizing that the change bestowed great strength, at the cost of the grisly process needed to do so- he'd seen the outcome, the seed lodged into gaping holes in their chests, and even after prolonged exposure to the disturbing practice, it struck him with nausea and unease. In any case, he was confused. Why was a briarheart so far away from his allies, all the way in Falkreath? He picked up the scent of another person, but it did not seem like the smell of another Forsworn, only serving to astound him even further, for he knew the Forsworn to be violent towards anyone they saw. Rodric was curious, and so he had come to investigate.*"
}
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{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "\"If they desire to move against us, we are capable of... Dealing with them in the appropriate manner.\" The female Orc said, staring down at her map of the hold which landmarks and areas of importance, including those to avoid. A useful tool for her to have as one who was mostly unfamiliar with Skyrim. Truthfully, Morzza did not hold the Forsworn in high regard, viewing them as brigands and marauders who, admittedly, used rather intriguing magic, but were nothing more than that. However, she still did not wish to tempt them to attack them, so the pair kept mostly to thickly brushed areas where they could hide if the need arose."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He puts his arm out, stopping Morzza, \"Something big is coming our way, be ready.\" He says, he readies his weapons and moves toward the woods, \"Come out come out big guy!\" He shouts, \"I only wanna talk!\" He climbs up a tree to get a vantage point, oddly enough he's really good at climbing, \"Never heard anything like this in all my years in Skyrim.\" He says, \"Sounds like... Hooves? But only 2 of em. Weird.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The sound of hooves moved closer towards the road, growing louder as the trees began to shudder. A shape slowly appeared through the woods, some sort of horned giant that revealed itself from around a tree. The act of simply standing next to the tree emphasized Rodric's immense size- nine feet of pure muscle encased in a shaggy-furred body. In lieu of feet, he possessed two enormous cloven hooves, and in place of a man's head was that of a bull, bearing sharp curved horns. From the waist down he wore a crude skirt made of assorted animal pelts, and held firmly in his right hand was an equally crude and sturdy-looking greataxe. It was little more than a sharp stone blade mounted on a thick wooden pole, but it was just as long as Rodric was tall. The minotaur looked up towards Odvan and, with a bewildered look, spoke.*\n\n\"I got to say, I'm confused. Since when have you lot started hiding in trees or talking to people?\" \n\n*It was a serious question, for Rodric did not know briarhearts to be marksmen, nor did he know them to be diplomatic, or really talkative at all. The Forsworn were an isolated and violent people, and especially the briarhearts weren't the type to shy away from close combat. And so, once again his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he wanted to get some answers. If what the strange Orc said was true, and he did indeed wish to talk, then he was ready when they were. If he was lying or planning something, well, at least he had the sense to bring his axe.*"
}
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{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "Opposed to Odvan's far warier approach, Morzza exhibited an unbridled curiosity, having never seen a Minotaur in person before. Fear did not even cross her mind, though she was aware of the damage such a being was able to cause, so she tempered her inquisitiveness and stood back, allowing the pair to speak. However, it was obvious to Rodric that his form was being scanned and picked apart from head to toe by the female."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Oh you're confused? I'm confused, too, what in Oblivion is a Minotaur doin' Falkreath!\" He says, \"And what do you mean by 'you lot', you know somethin' I don't?\" He says, placing his hand on the pommel of his sword, \"Cause if you're talkin' about Orcs the angry violent thing is a stereotype, and wood orcs are very... Woodsy.\" He looks at Morzza, \"Would you stop lookin' at him like that, we've got no idea what this guy wants.\""
},
{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "\"Precisely, we do not know what he wants, so I refrain from the unwarranted hostility you are displaying. Perhaps you could withhold judgment until he gives you a reason to act this way?\" Morzza said, turning her attention towards her bodyguard. Despite her clearly criticizing him for his behavior, she did not appear to be frustrated with him; quite the opposite. \n\n\"Not to mention, I have never seen one of his kind in person. Forgive my gazing, but you are simply fascinating.\" She turned back to the Minotaur."
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"It's fine, I guess. Look on if you want. But that's not what I'm here for.\"\n\n*Rodric turned to Morzza and spoke for a moment, before once again turning to look at Odvan again with a very wary look in his eyes. As far as he knew, he was waiting to kill her on the road, and even if it wasn't his business to do such a thing, he had no intention to let some traveler get murdered. Now that he was closer, the odor of fresh blood and the briar heart seed was far stronger. He didn't need to see the wound to know it was there, and his previous thought that maybe, just maybe it was an injured alchemist carrying briar heart seeds, was disproven and gone. Rodric wondered how the Orc woman hadn't smelled the fresh blood, even if it was under a layer of clothes, and even if the difference between his sense of smell and hers was likely staggering.*\n\n\"Do I need to spell it out? I wasn't talking about the blood in your veins, I was talking about the damn hole in your chest.\""
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric looked unimpressed with the briarheart's threats, and he responded by picking up a rock off the ground roughly the size of a person's head. Locking eyes with Odvan and holding the rock with his thumb and index finger, he started to apply a bit of pressure. Well, a bit relative to his strength. The rock was suddenly crushed to pieces, scattering along the ground while Rodric dropped the chunk still in his fingers.*\n\n\"You're either very brave, or reckless to the point of being suicidal. It's not like I wouldn't expect recklessness from a briarheart. If you just wanted to talk, that wasn't the right move to make.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I haven't been called a Briarheart in a *Long* Time. And I intend to keep it that way, beast.\" He says looking the minotaur head on, \"I haven't run with that crew in a long time. I don't even associate with them, in fact I hunt them, often. Got that?\" He says sternly, he turns and punches a deadwood tree, the tree shattering into a cloud of splinters"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"It wasn't hard to say that earlier, whoever you are.\"\n\n*A little ticked off by the 'beast' comment, Rodric just sighed and put a hand on his face, still using one to grasp his axe. He'd anticipated a fight, but he didn't anticipate the guy to be so damn irritating about his condition, at least so he felt. Might as well give a little explanation if he'd gotten this far.*\n\n\"You've got that thing in your chest, as far as I knew you were waiting to kill that lady there. If you're not with the Forsworn, then what's your story?\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I'm a merc.\" He says plainly, \"I guard people for a living. Left the Forsworn after the Markarth Incident. And that's all I'll tell you, that's all you need to know.\" He sighs, brushing the splinters off his gloved hand, \"It hurts at all times, you know. I live my life in *Pure unadulterated agony*, no matter what I do it hurts.\""
}
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{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "\"Morzza.\" The Orc chimed in, seemingly unoffended at her name being forgotten by Odvan. She then placed her arms behind her back and let them resume their conversation."
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Pleasure to meet you both. To be fair Odvan, 'Rodric' probably isn't what you'd expect someone like me to be named, but that's cause I was raised by a Nord.\"\n\n*Rodric crossed his arms and looked around the surrounding woods aimlessly, taking in the countless smells and sounds of the forest in case he still had something to check out.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Yes, yes, Morzza, sorry boss.\" He says, \"Gettin on in years,\" He says with a chuckle, he looks back at Rodric, \"So we've got that in common then, odd names for what we are.\" He chuckles again, he starts coughing, clearly in pain, clutching his chest"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, and similarly interesting situations we've found ourselves in, though I think you've got it worse than I do.\"\n\n*He started to chuckle along with Odvan, but he quickly stopped once he saw the pained coughing set in. Pausing his words for a second, he scratched his chin as he looked at the briarheart with a sympathetic expression. Even if they got off to a pretty rocky start and had only just met, he felt bad for the Orc, and he soon after spoke his mind.*\n\n\"I mean at least I can deal with it most of the time, except for those odd nights when it gets rough, but you? You've said it yourself: constant agony. If I had to deal with that kind of pain, I probably would've gone down an unwanted path a long time ago.\""
}
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{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"You get used to it after a while, and hey, being in pain at all times makes you notice new pain less.\" He says, \"It's a bitter sweet silver lining. Though I suppose the strength and enhhanced hearing might make it a good tradeoff.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"At the cost of having your chest constantly bleeding? Maybe not for me. But, in my case, I'm far stronger than I was before I got this. Faster, too. Tougher. My strength and nose especially have gotten better, and by the Divines it feels satisfying.\"\n\n*With a confident smile, Rodric glanced over his hulking arms, clenching his fists and taking a few practice swings at the air. There was a bit of a whistling sound made as he threw his mock punches- evidently strong and quick- and he seemed to have a good understanding of how to do it: with each swing he turned with his whole body, leaving his fists slightly loose before clenching as he made his strike, and sticking out a single knuckle instead of just a flat fist. Once he'd finished reigniting his pride in his strength, he turned back to Odvan, still with a smile on his face.*\n\n\"It does have its caveats, but for the most part I got pretty damn lucky with this stuff. Guess it's more sweet than bitter, then.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Funny you say 'By the Divines' as if they haven't forsaken us.\" He says, \"My chest isn't *Constantly* Bleeding, it's completely open, that's why I keep my chest bandaged at all times, plus it keeps the bugs out, that was a huge issue when I was with the Forsworn.\" He grins, \"Yeah, I hear silver hurts pretty bad, I don't have any real weaknesses other than blunt force. Gotta keep my cage from rattling, otherwise pain shoots through my whole body and I end up blacking out. Would it have killed them to close it up!\" He sighs, \"Gotta talk to a healer type about maybe figuring a way of closing this gaping wound. Cause it sure as shit doesn't do it itself.\""
}
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{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "There was a certain nip in the air, that if Jhi'ro wasn't covered in fur, he would find it unbearably cold. Decked out in leather armor, with a wooden bow wrapped in bandages, the young Khajiit was sent on a solo hunt. This time of year, rabbits had started to burrow, deer began to retreat to warmth, but one animal was still behind on preparations- the bear. If he brought home a bear, Jhi'ro would be able to feed everyone for a while. \"Alright...\" Jhi'ro muttered, scanning the forest floor. \"They should be around here. Hmm... Maybe if I rub the meat with some elves ear I can give it a more earthy flavor.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "Larios is seen walking on the road, his steel mace attached to a loop on his belt, his shield hanging on his shoulder from a strap, his cloak hood pulled over his head. He can be heard murmuring a prayer to himself, then sighs. \"Another cold day in Skyrim.\" He says to himself, taking a seat on a nearby rock"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "Movement could be seen out of the corner of Jhi'ro's eye, and when he turned his head, he noticed a bear walking along a nearby stream. Crouching, Jhi'ro moved behind a tree trunk all while keeping an eye on his prey. He took his bow off his back, and readied one of the steel arrows he brought in his quiver. As soon as he moved to take the shot, the bear stood on its back legs and roared loudly. It knew someone was here."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He stands up, alert, readying his mace and shield and moving cautiously toward the sound, \"It's always something isn't it.\" He says, readying a firebolt in his shield hand, continuing forward toward the noise"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The bear roared once more, its nose to the air as it sniffed for the location of its prey. Jhi'ro froze the moment the bear began running in his direction. He tried to think back to all that his mom taught him about hunting. His mind raced with those memories and the faces of his pack going hungry because he failed. Hesitating, he let loose an arrow."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The arrow flies past the bear, embedding into a tree behind, the bear slashes at Jhi'ro with his claws"
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He charges in getting in front of Jhi'ro and taking the brunt of the bear's attack with his shield, \"Are you alright, Khajiit?\" He asks, straining against the weight of the bear's claw, \"Stendarr's Mercy-\" He mumbles"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"Stendarr?\" Jhi'ro cocks his head to the side- he's never heard that name! \"Ah, disregard that.\" He dashed to the right of the bear and readied his bow again. \"With both of us, we could take this beast out.\" Being careful not to hit the stranger with a stray arrow, Jhi'ro fired another."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The arrow lands in the bear's side, it lets out a pained huff, the bear charged them, rearing up and going to slam down"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He didn't falter, keeping his shield raised, bracing himself, \"Get back you beast!\" He says, pushing forward, attempting to knock that bear off balance"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "As the bear began to charge him, Jhi'ro dropped the hunting bow he carried. Instinct took over, whether it was his impulsivity or werewolf blood, and he lunged forward with a low growl and his claws bared. He slashes across the bear's snout."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Larios succeeds in knocking the bear down, at the cost of making Jhi'ro miss his slash"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Stendarr's Mercy!\" He shouts as the khajiit lunges at the bear, \"Are you mad?!\" He readies a firebolt and prepares to fire at the bear"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"It seemed like a good idea at the moment.\" Jhi'ro admits. Still, where did that come from? Were they starting to transform? These have always been unpredictable. Jhi'ro slinks back, and picks up his bow. Might be best to stay out of the way- this man seems to be good with magic."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He fires the bolt, narrowly missing the bear, \"Damn!\" He shouts as he switches to using Flames, spraying fire at the bear"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The bear rolls back onto its feet and begins charging at Larios, dodging the flames he was spraying at it"
}
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{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"The tips are steel, the body wood, and hawk feathers make the fletching.\" Jhi'ro replies. He didn't know what this stranger was planning, but for the sake of not being a bear's lunch, he decided to go with it."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Well, 2 things could happen from this, either the bear runs away due to the pain, or it gets really mad, let's find out!\" He says, using Flame Touch he heats up the tip of the arrow, waiting for it to start glowing, \"Aaand FIRE!\""
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The arrow flies from Jhi'ro's simple bow. As the flames dance in the air, the khajiit watches with satisfaction. Soon, the bear will have been taken care of."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The arrow strikes the bear, sizzling as it embeds itself into the body of the bear, the bear roars, and instead of retreating or falling over dead it roars, *Loudly* And charges Jhi'ro"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"NOT GOOD!\" He shouts shield charging the bear, slamming into its side"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "First came the fear, and Jhi'ro was frozen. Then, adrenaline kicked in. In the back of Jhi'ro's mind the wolfish instincts began to kick in. A transformation was imminent, but Jhi'ro forced himself to hold it back for the safety of Larios. \"You want a fight?\" The khajiit yelled. \"I'll give you one.\" In a surge of strength, he charged the bear back, claws unsheathed and fangs bared."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The bear slams onto it's back, the arrow in its side sinking further into its body as it's pressed against the ground, it roars, snapping it's jaws at Jhi'ro"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Woah there!\" He says, \"Beastly...\" He mumbles to himself, moving closer to the bear with his mace readied"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "As the bear roars, Jhi'ro roars back. \"I won't let you hurt him!\" He cries. Despite not knowing Larios for long, he feels protective of the man. Nothing will happen to him, not on his watch. He raises his claws and brings them down, slashing across the bear's eyes."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The bear, no having lost a lot of blood as well as energy, dies"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"What got into you, lad, attacking it like that, a dumb move. Anyway come here, and I'll restore us.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The cat stood over the bear, panting, before exhaling in relief and shaking the blood off his claws. \"It seemed to work, no?\" Jhi'ro replies, stepping closer to Larios. \"I can heal myself, no worries.\" He placed his bow along his back, and placed his hands forward, palm up. Sparks of magic began to crackle, and for a few seconds, a golden aura surrounded him. Soon enough though, the magic faded. \"Worth a shot. It... It works sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Sir, with all due respect, I am literally a Priest.\" He says with both of his hands ready to perform a ritual"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"Priest?\" Jhi'ro compared the man to the priest of his pack. They also happened to be the pack's alchemist, and his father. If this man was anything like his father, then no harm will come to him. Very well, maybe this man could help. \"Okay. I trust you.\" Jhi'ro closed his eyes and took a deep breath."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "The ritual is quite fast, and after a moment a yellow flash happens, there's no immediate feeling, but you do feel that you are gradually being restored, \"There, you should feel much better soon.\" He says, returning his mace to his loosening his grip on his shield, letting it fall to his side, not hitting the ground because of the sling"
}
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{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "Jhi'ro clasps his hands together and raises them above his head, arching back and cracking his back ever so slightly. He sighs and smiles at Larios. \"Thanks for that.\" Suddenly, he has an idea. \"Hey! My dad is the village alchemist and priest, and he uh... Tried to teach me healing spells. Maybe you could give me a lesson? In return I can make something super yummy with this bear!\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I can teach you a thing or two, but I don't know much. For that you'd want to seek out the College, a temple, or a court wizard.\" He says, \"What do you need help learning, then?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"Well, pa was trying to show me how to heal others.\" Jhi'ro extends his hands in Larios' direction. \"He said if you concentrate your Magicka and your good intentions and whatnot you can heal the wounds of another.\" The khajiit closed his eyes and tried to focus, despite the sounds of the wilds and the promise of cooking the bear meat. His hands would glow and fade with energy, before ultimately dissipating."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"A good starting point, I tend to focus on the Divines when using my magics, Stendarr and Arkay being the primary ones. Have you perhaps tried focusing on a divine figure when attempting Restoration?\""
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"Who are Stendarr and Arkay?\" Jhi'ro never heard of these beings, having been sheltered in the forest for his whole life. All he knew was Hircine. \"Are they like Hircine?\" He asks, trying to form a connection."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He raises an eyebrow of concern, \"Stendarr an Arkay are two of the Eight Divines. Stendarr being the Divine of Mercy, Charity, Well-Earned Luck, and Justice. Arkay is the Lord of the Wheel of Life and the God of the Cycle of Life and Death. They are the two Divines I represent along my journeys.\" He says, \"Stendarr is most often seen in relation to the Vigilants. Arkay is seen in relation to the Nord's Halls of the Dead, which each hold has.\""
}
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{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "*If Stendarr is the god of mercy, wouldn't all his followers and Vigilants be merciful?* Jhi'ro thought. He approached the bear and began to lift it and carry it over his shoulders. \"What are your exceptions?\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I leave cultural worshippers of Daedra alone, mainly the Khajiit, Dark Elves, and Orcs. I'm cautious around Vampires, but if they make it known they wish to be cured of their ailment I will help them if I can. Lycanthropes... Are a tough one, if I catch them out of their beast form and they want to be cured I help them if I can, but if I see them in their beast form it is a matter of safety for people around that they be slain. The only group I do not try to be merciful with are those who would dare desecrate the bodies of the dead.\""
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "\"Well, um... W-werewolves aren't all bad!\" Jhi'ro's tail began to twitch anxiously. He thought of the people in his pack, all of whom treated him with kindness. Maybe this is why he was told not to stray too far away. Do people really fear him? \"I'm sure if you met the right one you would be friends!\""
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"From the research I've done that's only older werewolves, a very small minority, and even so, I'm not going to up to a massive beast to *Ask*.\" He says, \"And Hircine doesn't really care *What* You slay, so long as it's a Hunt.\""
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "*Maybe if you met my family, you would think differently, Priest.* Jhi'ro thinks, narrowing his eyes. \"Look, where are you headed? It's getting late.\" He paused, lifting the bear to get a better grip. \"And you need a good meal before continuing on.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I simply follow the roads, going where I am needed,\" He says, \"On patrol at all times, healing the weak and slaying the wicked,\" He says with a laugh, \"Not really, I do heal the weak, but rarely do any slaying.\" He smirks, \"Food is always appreciated.\" He says with nod"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The khajiit thinks for a bit, trying to find a neutral place for them to stop at that won't endanger his people. \"Ah, there's an abandoned shack just west of here. Not too long a walk.\" Despite carrying the bear on his back, Jhi'ro seems unaffected by the weight. \"We should make it before dark.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Why move away from the roads? They're safer then the middle of the woods.\" He says, \"We have a whole bear, so we can share with passers-by\""
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir walked through the forest taking in the beautiful scenery of the Falkareath woods. He was out there n a minor job searching for some bandit den and decided to take his time on the trip, specifically to enjoy the forest.*\n\n*As he comes to a fork in the road he comes to a stop and pulls out a flask filled with water and takes a couple drink to somewhat quench his thirst from his journey so far*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "You can feel a presence, as if something is watching you from the treetops, and as you look around you can see a glinting, as if there was something glowing in one of the trees"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir pulls out his broadsword and looks around as he prepares a ice spike spell to be ready for an attack*\"Whos their?\"*Latkir asks as he looks at the glowing object in the tree curiously thinking that it is some sort of being*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"An observer.\" The voice responds, he has a *Strange* Accent, somewhat like an Altmer, but somehow sounds *More* Pompous"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir rolls his eyes and shoots an ice spike at the bottom of the tree splintering it and causing it to begin to fall*\"Well I don't have time for an observer"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "As the tree falls the figure is visible, performing quite the elegant 3-point landing, with his staff in hand, striking the ground releasing a wave of heat, \"You can always count on hostile natives.\" He says, \"Is this what the Aldmer devolved into?\" He remarks, flourishing his staff and pointing it the elf, \"Shameful.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Says the one that was hiding in tree, to speak of shameful.\"*Latkir says as he sheaths his sword looking at the man*\"Observer's are much to risky to have when you can't see them.\"\n\n\"Anyways who are you to be hiding in trees watching passerby's, your not even a bosmer why are you in a tree in the first place, and you don't have a reason to speak on the altmer when you ar...\"*He stops for a second thinking, he's speaking of aldmer devolving and sounds more condescending that a High Elf, Latkir begun to think if he was a aldmer in disguise*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I was here before you.\" He says, \"I can tell you what I'm not. I'm *Not* An Altmer. It seems they've grown weak as a people, much too concerned with subjugation. They should keep their own in check.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I highly doubt that. From your tone you sound like a child, but I do agree, those damn fancy orange elf's. Every elf that even looks even similair acts so condescending. The Dunm-My race the Dunmer act condescending half the time.\"*Latkir says catching himself on his words a bit as he tries to make it appear as if he was a normal Dunmer*"
}
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I talk like a *Child*, you say?\" He laughs, \"I was up in that tree for about half an hour before you came and knocked it down.\" He says, after a moment you can tell that the glinting came from a blue glowing gem in his helmet, the same gem on his staff \"Ah yes, the race that once was the Chimer. The Tribunal came to such a disastrous end, didn't they?\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir smirks a bit as the elf speaks of the tribunal*\"Hmmm yes very much so. It was very sad times.\"*The Falmer says as he looks to the matching gems*\"What are those crystals, they look kinda of familiar.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Yes I suppose that art is somewhat lost.\" He says, \"They are Welkynd stones. I believe adventurers plundered all the ones left in Cyrodiil.\" He reaches into his bag and take a small Welkynd stone out and tosses it to Latkir, \"For the road.\""
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir smiles as he hears the elf and asks*\"So you are an Alyied? I thought your kind was extinct.\"*The Snow elf says as he examines the Welkynd stone*\"Im sorry if that's not the case I don't know to much about these stones.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Perhaps,\" He says smugly, \"Or maybe I'm just a highly talented Direnni.\" He chuckles, \"I'm not at liberty to say.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Hmm perhaps, I guess I'll never know.\"*Latkir says with a slight curious tone to his voice. He was interested in the fact that this man knows how to make these stones.*\"What all can you do with these?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Welkynd stones are made for storing magicka, to use at a later date.\" He says, \"Much like soul gems.\""
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Hmm, how many of these do you have I might buy a few of them off of you if you are okay with it.\"*Latkir says as he places his hand on his chin thinking of the possibilities of what he can do with Welkynd stones*\"How are they used?\"*The falmer asks as he looks back up to Umanym tilting his head slightly with curiosity*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I only have a few,\" He says, \"They're 50 of your currency... I believe they are called 'Septims'.\" He says, \"You simply focus on the stone and draw the magicka out of it, there's a specific trick to allow it to prevent it from being turned to dust.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Since you only have a few, could I just buy two more and I'll pay you for the one you already gave me?\"*Latkir asks as he puts the stone out and pulls his coin purse out and gets 150 septum's to give to the man.*\"Fair?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Fine by me, the one I gave you was free, but I'll take extra money,\" He says, handing the man 2 more Welkynd Stones, and taking the septims"
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Is their a way for you to show me the technique to save the stone after using it?\"*Latkir asks as he slips his coin purse back on his satchel*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I don't trust you enough to teach that, just yet. I'm afraid my higher ups wouldn't be very happy if I did.\" He says, alluding to a higher order of a group that he hasn't told you about, although you could assume he speaks of the Direnni, \"Perhaps there's another time for that.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir nods as the man explains he can't teach him that.*\"That's understandable, don't want it going to untrustworthy people could use it for the wrong things*\"Perhaps. So do you live nearby or are you just, observing, people in your travels.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"You could say I live in the area, but I'm also on an exploratory mission of sorts. Can't tell you the details of it, though, we wish to keep our presence under wraps.\" He says, vaguely yet again, there's a bigger picture that you aren't quite seeing"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkor nods as he thinks to himself about what group this man is with as he says we*\"Hmm, who are you with that has all this secrecy, which is understandable in this place, or is that meant to be kept hidden as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "His stance changes, he feels more cocky for some reason, then taps where his nose would be if it weren't covered, \"Not at liberty to say.\" He says, with a bit of a chuckle, \"Where we came from, why we're here, where we camped, and what our intentions are are all secret.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"So your entire order and everything about it is secret, got it\"*Latkir asks his curiosity peaked on the man's group and who he is.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" He says plainly"
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I hope so.\"*Latkir says with a slight smile as he thinks of what he could possible learn if he got on good terms with the group this man is with.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"This dialogue has been. . . Fruitful, but I suppose I must be going,\" He says, begginning to move back into the woods"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I was thinking the same thing, perhaps we will see each other again.\"*Latkir says as he turns and begins to continue his walk along the road*"
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir draws his sword and points it to the bush while preparing an ice spike spell in his other hand*\"Reveal yourself!\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "From the bushes 7 bandits come out, weapons drawn\n\n\"Well, well, seems you happened upon our toll road.\" One of them says, in a gruff nord voice, he looks at Umanym, eyeing the jewels he wears, he whistles, \"We'll be well payed tonight, boys. Get em!\" He shouts\n\nThe 6 moved forward, 3 moving to Latkir, the other 3 to Umanym"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"It's always something, isn't it.\" He says, readying a conjuration spell in his offhand"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*As he had already prepared his spell he launches an ice spike directly into one of the eyes of the bandits closest to him causing him to drop. Latkir then moves foward slashing towards the neck in an attempt to decapitate the next closest bandit to him*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The bandit blocks the attack, using their shield to bash Latkir away, while the other bandit moves in to counter attack with a slash to the leg\n\nOn Umanym's side the 3 are moving foward, one of them charges at him but wasn't prepared for him to dodge, fumbling and tripping onto the ground, one manages to get him in the side with a dagger, while the other begins a heavy swing"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He casts his spell, summoning a Tomb Guardian, which swiftly dispatches the bandit who fell to the ground, raising a Shade from his corpse, it moves in attacking another bandit, Umanym slashes at another one of bandits, while quickly readying his staff, sheathing his sword and using the staff to beat the bandit, scorching the bandit with every hit"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir stumbles back slightly due to the bash and starts to pull his leg back and is only halfway successful getting a small slash on his leg before punching the bandit that slashed his leg in the jaw and cuts off the hand holding his blade, he turns his attention to the last bandit with the shield as the other is disarmed. Latkir takes a few steps back as he sprays a frostbite spell at the bandits legs to slow him down*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"COME ON BOYS, YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!\" The leader barks.\n\nThe bandit who lost his hand grabs his arm, screaming, he runs off, and is no longer an issue. The bandit with the shield still moves toward Latkir, albiet slowly because of the frostbite, up until a ghostly greataxe embeds itself into his shoulder, killing him, a shade rises from his body.\n\nThe bandit that Umanym was beating falls to the ground."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He stops attacking the bandit, who is currently on fire. The Tomb Guardian and 2 shades move to his side"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Oh wait were you the milk drinkers robbing the farmers here that I was supposed to kill. Come out and face me you weakling!\"*Latkir calls out to the leader as he begins to charge an ice spike spell*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Hah! So you're after the bounty then? Well I'll give you no such satisfaction!\" He says, before using a staff to summon a frost atronach, then tossing down a smoke bomb and disappearing"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He sighs, \"Damn coward.\" He mutters, \"Kill that thing.\" He says to the Tomb Guardian, \"Don't bother with the ice spell, it'll only make the Frost Atronach angry.\" He states matter-of-factly, taking out his crossbow and firing a bolt at the Atronach, it wedges itself in the ice\n\nThe Tomb Guardian and shades move forward, surrounding the Atronach on 3 sides"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir disperses the spell and watches the shades and looks at the tomb guardian with great interest having the chance to now that things have calmed down slightly*\"Don't worry their little hideout was my next destination, shouldn't be to many left with this bunch no longer a problem.\"*Latkir uses a simple flame spell to attempt to help against the Atronach*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The shades start swinging at the atronach with their swords, the Tomb Guardian using its greataxe, they're doing decent damage. The atronach slams one of its arms into the ground, releasing a frost nova, the Tomb Guardian survives, but the shades are dispelled. Latkirs gout of fire begin hitting it, weakening it further. It falls to the ground, exploding into one final frost nova, dispelling it and the Tomb Guardian."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Hmph.\" He grunts, casting Fast Healing, \"I take it you aren't gravely injured?\" He inquires, casting Greater Life Detection, and scanning the area, \"It seems he's long gone. I'd go after him, but frankly he doesn't concern me that much. That is exactly why I'm sworn to secrecy.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Just a little cut nothing major.\"*Latkir says casting a normal healing spell on the leg*\"He's just another no one, soon to be dead bandit. Only reason he's on my list is good profit, but anyways I suppose now that they know I'm after them I better get going and go have my fun. The man isn't a mage I would say he found a scroll somewhere for that astronach in an attempt to scare me off his trail.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"He used a staff, I saw it before he ran like the coward he is.\" He climbs up a nearby now, \"I best be going, as well, I've got work to do.\" He says, jumping between trees as he leaves"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "On rock near where he left is a slip of paper"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir walks to the rock and picks up the slip of paper and reads it*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "On the paper is a quite good drawing of a tower standing in an alcove in a mountain, along with some writing that says 'Get a refund on that enchantment.'"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir chuckles softly to himself as he reads the note thinking to himself*'I need to find more out about that him, anyways back to making the money'*Latkir heads off in the direction of the bandit hideout*"
}
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{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*The Skaafin had set herself up for the night. The wilds here were dangerous, if the commentary of residents of lakeview manor was to be believed. She had set her large pack down against a log, bedroll and tent near a fallen tree leaning precariously on a standing tree. She had gotten some food from a khajiit caravan that she wanted to try putting in a recipe. Of all the peoples of tamriel she interacted with, the Khajiit were the most accepting. She was trying to light a fire, but her magical ineptitude was making it a struggle...*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A jackdaw daedrat scurries up to the campsite, it sniffs around while murmurring, as daedrats do"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "A voice can be heard, dark and eerie, easily identified as the voice of a Dremora, \"Gerem! Gerem get back here! It's not safe to wander off!\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She didn't take notice until she heard the voice. She stood, turning around to the direction of the voice, her horns rubbing against the fallen tree. She didn't speak, but she had her hands on one of her swords.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "The dremora walks through the bushes, the daedrat scurries toward it, crawling up the dremora's leg and onto his shoulder, \"There you are Gerem, I've told you to stop trying to torment the mortals.\" He looks up at the person who owns the camp, then grimaces, \"Oh... A Skaafin.\" He says, his voice sounds tired, \"What does the Master of Insidious Wishes want with Mundus now. Was that disaster involving Umbra not enough?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Fancy seein' one of you here too.\"\n*She had that sort of cockney accent one would expect from a Skaafin.*\n\"I haven't *Worked* For him since the Triad. I'm stuck here, ever since some little mages tried to practice their summoning...\"\n*She loosened up, she had no intention of hurting him. It was almost soothing seeing another Daedra. She continued to try and light her fire.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He laughs, \"I'm here because some mages decided to 'do me a favor' and summon me unbound.\" He says, mocking the mages, \"It just so happens that being here is helpful to Peryite. I get to spread around all the disease and famine as he wishes.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Then I 'spose we aren't too different...\"\n*She finally got a spark out of the flint she was using, and a small flame emerged from the kindling.*\n\"Lord Vile hasn't cared much for my plight... But I had ran away from him after the whole Clockwork City mess he tried...\"\n*She removed something from her bag. It was a little container of Moon Sugar, that she thought was normal sugar. She wanted to make some sort of sweet milk stew. She realized she hadn't even made the stand for the pot to hang from.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Yes that was a disaster. For all 3 of them involved. But I suppose the succeeded in the end. Vivec City went down in a blaze of glory, the Mad One's meteor finally crashed down on it, from what I've heard.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She grabbed the stand from her bag. And the pot, and set it to simmer the milk, and she threw in some honey, tree nuts, and moon sugar for good measure. Could daedra get zooted on moon sugar? Who knows.*\n\"Did it? I hadn't been there when Barbas took Sunna'rah... I had wanted to see it though. It seemed so interesting from what i heard. And despite my task there, The Clockwork City was marvelous. I didnt understand any of it, or the metal man that banished me, but it all had a sort of beauty to it...\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I know nothing of that.\" He says, \"All I know is that it was a project of one of the Tribunal's. I just do what Peryite tells me.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"How dedicated you seem... Forgive me, but... Peryite has never seemed to be the most active... Or rewarding. It is a refreshing perspective, your's I mean. I spent quite some time in Fargrave, a place of Princeless Daedra.\"\n*She removed some sort of notepad from her bag. Affixed to the bag was a staff with the visage of Clavicus Vile on the tip. For a rather short Skaafin, she was well spoken. The shorter they are, the less intelligent they tend to be.*\n\"I still worship Lord Vile... He's just a bit Lazy as of late...\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Prince Peryite is very... Unappreciated.\" He says, \"On Mundus he is the creator of all diseases, blights, plagues, and famines. And in Oblivion he is responsible for all Daedra who do not work for another Prince, and they work tirelessly making sure everything works. I'd say the other Princes would be nothing without our glorious Taskmaster.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"An important job i suppose. I had been to his realm for a bit... It was a bit grim for my tastes.\"\n*She smiled.*\n\"Though it says a lot that he was never even considered for the Coldharbour Compact. Such an invasion isn't in his nature, I presume? He seems quite hands off, not like Molag Bal, or Dagon. I can't imagine choosing to serve either.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"He isn't militant. Combat isn't in his nature. Neither is invading Mundus. He fairs quite well where he is. He commands the largest force in Oblivion, after all. And all he has us do is menial work. And I'm not complaining, I'd much rather be crafting plagues than in a front line force in the army of Dagon. Many a dremora die under the wing of Dagon or Bal.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Do you... Relish... In the pestilence?\"\n*She sat under her tent, bonking her horns on the log again. She grunted, more annoyed than anything. She had a mortar and pestle set up, she was grinding alchemical ingredients.*\n\"I was a sort of Emissary for vile for quite a time... I would finish the deals, usually at a crossroads for dramatic effect. Making a beneficial deal isn't hard, it's all about the wording. You have to specify, or else he'll find a loophole and exploit it for fun. I don't really like toying with mortal's lives though...\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I do, pestilence is how natural order is kept. It's not as though the plagues are incurable, and mortal's lives are fragile already, if illness doesn't kill them something else will. Some will die, others will not, and the natural balance is kept even.\""
}
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{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I- Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the... Natural... Part?\"\n*She had a look of genuine confusion on her face. She didn't understand how that would keep order.*\n\"Forget I said anything.\"\n*She tasted her simmering stew. It seemed good, from her facial expression, but it wasn't done. Far from it.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"There is nothing unnatural about disease.\" He says, \"They are an equalizer, unlike other killers they do not care who they kill, that is what makes them the perfect tool for natural order.\" He says, he clearly takes pride in his work"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I mean creating them... Yes they cull the weak... But should they not come naturally without interference.\"\n*She continued with her mortar and pestle. She had quite a few potions hanging from her bag.*\n\"I'm surprised you hadn't sat down yet... I invite you to.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Where do you think the diseases come from? Peryite created them, they are his masterpieces. I merely help in that regard.\" He says, and shakes his head, \"No, I'd rather stand.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Peryite and Namira do the same thing?\"\n*She clearly misunderstood both of their spheres. Even as a Daedra, she wasn't very familiar with the... Lesser princes.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Peryite is the prince of disease, Namira is of rot and decay. Similar but separate.\" He says, somewhat offended by the comparison, \"Comparing Peryite's creation of disease to Namira's use of it is like comparing Sheogorath to Clavicus because they're both immature and pull pranks.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh! It's like Peryite is the chef and Namira is the server. Or a blacksmith and a swordfighter. Namira is Lessened without Peryite.\"\n*She said that as if she had just discovered some wild secret.*\n\"How do you travel safely? I still struggle with it. The... Vigil of Stendarr i think they're called. One group of them attacked me on sight!\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" He says, \"I just stick to the woods, try not to go on the roads to often, learn their patrol patterns, as well as having a wonderful assistant who can spot them for you.\" He says, scritching Gerem's chin, \"It helps to know people, and thankfully Peryite isn't without followers. I try to stay around Kesh, one of Peryite's dedicated priests.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I tried to visit the Shrine of Clavicus Vile... It was infested with Vampires, they probably wanted a cure. They didn't like me though...\"\n*She looked out to the woods towards the west, towards the city of falkreath.*\n\"I thought i heard something. You seem to have it worse... Blending in I mean. Most people think I'm a very unfortunately sized Altmer.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He nods, \"One of the few diseases my Prince *Didn't* Make.\" He says, \"I don't really care, to be honest. Like I'd want to be near those insufferable mortals. Bah! Their cities are the perfect centers for a plague, if not for those annoying priests.\" He says, before turning toward the woods, hearing a sound"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A dog can be seen in the woods, and Majorah would recognize it immediately, as Barbas, Clavicus Vile's faithful hound"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "**\"BARBAS!!!\"**\n*She sprinted towards him before coming up short after her horns hit a low branch and knocked her to the ground. She loved Barbas, but him being separate from Vile couldn't be good.*"
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"You know this mongrel?\" He looks the dog over, \"Doesn't look like it has a single flea on it. Not even any worms.\" He says, suspicious of the dog"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dog moves toward the Skaafin, \"You're exactly what I was looking for!\" The dog says, \"Yes, I think you'll be just what I need.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh Barbas... What are you doing out here... In the middle of... Nowhere.\"\n*She looked at Zethizz and began to explain.*\n\"This is... Well this is Clavicus Vile... Or an aspect of his power. Did he kick you out again?\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Oh, great.\" He says, \"This ought to be good.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Barbas speaks, \"My master and I had a bit of a falling out. We got into an argumant and it got rather . . . Heated. He's kicked me out unil I can find someone who can settle our disagreement. That's where you come in.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"So we haveto get in the middle of an argument between a Daedric Prince and his dog. That's suicide, even for a daedra.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"It's... Hard to explain. It's like trying to put a Daedric Prince back together after he was a vase and fell onto the ground and shattered.\"\n*She explained what she knew, or at least how she viewed it.*\n\"If he's separate from Barbas... Then he hasn't much power, we have to reunite them!\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He places his hand on his forehead and shakes his head, \"Of course. The Umbriel disaster wasn't enough. How has he not lost all of his power already?\" He says, \"Fine, I suppose that I'll lend a hand, why not.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Barbas speaks again, \"Thank you. Now, since he banished me, Vile's been rather weak. He can't manifest very far from one of his shrines. I know there's a cult that worships him at Heamar's Shame. We should be able to talk to him there. If this works out, I'll make sure you're rewarded. Just don't trust any offer he makes you... Okay?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh why do I even bother explaining when he'll just do it better.\"\n*She looked at her camp. She'd leave it. But she was taking the bag. Too much in there to leave.*\n\"Lead the way, Barbas! Though the last time I followed him i didn't fare very well...\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He sighs, \"Lead the way, dog.\" He says in a disgruntled tone"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Barbas starts leading them toward Heamar's Shame"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She followed at the rear, behind the dremora. She had left her staff at the camp, which was likely a poor decision in retrospect.*\n\"Do you not worry that Peryite looks down on this?\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"The only Princes who harbor disdain for Peryite are Boethiah, Vaermina, and Mephala. To my knowledge Clavicus has no real enemies when it comes to the Princes, so as long as I continue spreading plague and disease, and aid the Inflicted in their endeavors, Peryite should be fine with this.\" He says"
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He laughs, his voice dark and cruel, \"Why not both?\" He asks, rhetorically, \"The Afflicted all have a wasting disease, they come from High Rock, on a Pilgrimage, to see Kesh the Clean. I think they were all hearded to Bthardamz, for some reason. Though their leader is no longer on good terms with Peryite, I'll have to see to his punishment at some point. Perhaps get help from a mortal.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Clavicus never had any Cults that i know of. Notable ones anyway. Lord Vile is a very... Personal... Prince.\"\n*She was having a bit of trouble keeping up with barbas. She wasn't the most fit, and she was carrying the gigantic backpack.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Peryite has had a few. There's one full of wealthy nobles, the Natural Order is what they call themselves. Funny name. Fairly contradictory to the other cults.\" He says with a laugh. Zethizz is keeping decent pace, using his staff as a hiking stick"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I don't get their reasoning for following him... He's so hands off. He doesn't offer any boon of Power, or much other benefit, unless you revel in disease.\"\n*She seemed to be pushing the envelope of disrespect.*\n\"Lord Vile offers fair deals and hard bargains, with loose contracts, obviously.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I wouldn't consider any of Vile's deals 'fair'.\" He says, \"Many of the followers either do revel in disease, or believe disease is a tool they can use to get more power. Some, like the Afflicted, are given disease, but are resistant to any deadly effects.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She raised an eyebrow.*\n\"That doesn't sound like natural order to me...\"\n*She hadn't been in Falkreath before. In all the green, it had felt so... Off. Mysterious, somewhat threatening.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"He has to give his followers some sort of boon, no? And even so they act as a nexus point of disease. Not only that but is disease not everywhere, already? It kills some but not others, balance. If you are too weak to resist the disease you will die, if you are a strong you live: That, is Natural Order, the law of the wild.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I guess that makes sense... In a backwards sort of way. What do you think drives people to Peryite? I understand a reason for mortals to worship most of the princes... Peryite ain't one of them.\"\n*She worried slightly about what Lord Vile would do if he found one of his Skaafin living free. Best to ignore it.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Aristocrats wish use Peryite as a tool to keep the poor and downtrodden underfoot, while the Outcasted believe him to be the Prince to deliver them to their salvation. And in a way Peryite is both of those.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"The Rich could call upon the Lord of Domination, the outcasts could call upon Malacath.\"\n*She looked forward, thinking.*\n\"Maybe I just shouldn't ask questions. Some things just are the way they are... I'm sorry if I offended you.\"\n*A daedra with such politeness was rare, and rather offputting.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"They could, but they don't, quite peculiar, isn't it?\" He says, \"The Ashlanders consider Peryite the 'Figuring Father', as the do Mephala as the 'Black-Handed Mother'. Isn't that interesting.\" He says, \"And I take no offense. If I did you wouldn't still be standing.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"It is interesting... How the mortals view us. How incomprehensible we seem to them. They're so interesting to me, their mortality itself. How some resent it, yet some seem to cherish it. I just wish they weren't so cautious of me...\"\n*She sighed, looking up the mountain they were ascending to Haemar's Shame.*\n\"Oh! This is the shrine I tried to visit... With the grumpy vampires.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Vampires. Great. I'm not gonna be much help, then. Most of my magic is in disease and poison, things they're immune to. Well I've still got a blade, And I've got a few other tricks up my sleeve. Suppose their thralls will be nothing against me, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I've... Only... Got blades.\"\n*She doesn't know magic. At all.*\n\"You can rely on a good blade. That's what all those nords say.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I suppose, but magic is such a useful tool.\" He says, I suppose we should get in there, now.\" He says, \"We've got killing to do.\""
}
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{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "'Venturing out of the Rift, Katrellis rides into Falkreath on her steed, Windstream. Running through the woods, fast enough you might think the horse wasn't touching the ground! She calls out to him, yelling at the top of her lungs,' \"Windstream! Slow down! I need to figure out where we are!\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*A sigh escaped the large nord man, the weighty sounds of his footsteps against the path, not long ago having finished his trick through the mountain paths that separated Skyrim from Cryodill.\n\nHe knew he was in Falkreath, he couldn't really figure out how it just... Smelled right? Most lifelong inhabitants of the Skyrim could pick out an area by scent but for some reason it was much stronger now.\n\nOn his way down the path just before he stepped out only to be nearly run over by a woman on a a horse*\n\"Hm? H-hey! Watch out!\"\n\n*His deep and slightly rough voice called out in surprise as he jumped back in time to not be run over*"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The horse's movements flashed from the corner of Jhi'ro's eye. For a moment, he felt the wolfish instincts gnaw at him to give chase, but he suppressed it once he saw the person on the horse. As the Khajiit stood up, he noticed another nord approaching, this one calling out to the horse and rider. \"Oh no!\" Jhi'ro leapt into action, and pushed the man out of the way, just barely avoiding getting hit by the horse himself."
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "Katrellis yanks on Windstream's mane, making him stop instantly and rear up, throwing Katrellis off his back. She quickly picks up the Kahjiit.'\n\n\"By Talos! Are you alright? Here let me help you!\"\n\n\"Damn you! How many times do I have to tell you to stop running so fast!\" 'She pulls his snout down looking him in the eye. After a whinny from the horse she continues yelling at him, both understanding what each other is saying. When she's done, she brushes herself off and starts walking towards the other nord.'\n\n\"I'm so sorry about that kinsmen! Sometimes he gets carried away when we adventure.\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*The Khajiit man when attempting to move the male nord would find he as solid a wall of stone, though thankfully he would of moved out of the way himself already.\nReady to respond to all of what just happened but pausing as his nose caught something, staring down at the feline man, his eyes narrowing, something was... Off.\n\nJhi'ro also more than likely able to smell something similar from Reian, though the smell was more akin to something native to Elswyr*\n\n*Turning his attention to the nord woman, he found he looked down in them both, not and uncommon thing for him*\n\"Oh- uh... It's alright, not the first time I've been almost run over by a horse... Been actually hit by few now that I think about it...\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"Well I apologize. Name's Katrellis Avaron, from Riften.\" 'She bows and holds out her hand.'"
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The Khajiit paused as he was helped up. Something seemed strange about the male nord. Strange, yet familiar. Were they... The same? \"You should try and be more careful.\" Jhi'ro dusts himself off. \"Both of you are welcome at my campfire, I have a lavender rabbit stew going.\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He would glance back at the cat, before turning to lightly shake Katrellis' hand he didn't have the same sense, nor did she have the same scent coming from her.\n\nThough he still wasn't sure what that smell was that he was picking up.\n\nLooking back to Jhi'ro*\n\n\"Oh uh... S-sure, I just got back from a long trek, I could used to rest...\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Katrellis smiles nervously and rubs the back of her neck.* \"Again, sorry for Windstream.\" *She turns and looks at her horse.* \"You big ol' jackass!\"\n\n*Windstream neighs and flicks his tail, smacking Katrellis in the face. She threatens to take away his apples and he whinnies in response. Turning her attention back to the others, she accepts the Kahjiit's offer,* \"I'm okay with that, I can grab my lute and add some fireside music.\""
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The Khajiit made a purring sound, as he waved the two nords to follow him. The camp wasn't very far, just a quick trek through the trees. There were moments that might have been hard for the horse to fit through, but he noticed that she seemed to manage. Animals adapt. The path was straightforward, with no twists and turns, and soon enough the camp was in sight. \"The stew should be ready right about...\" He gave it a stir and raised the spoon to his nose to give it a smell. \"Now!\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*Following between the woman and the Khajiit, this was certainly an interesting welcome back home.\nStepping through brush and over felled branches and eventually into the camp.\n\nThe smell was nice but at the same time very strong to him, it was so strange.\nHe could hear the sound of brush moving from a rabbit a ways off, to even the sound of the heartbeats of those around him.\n\nKinda getting a bit lost in his own head, a thousand yard stare, into the flames of the vampfire*"
}
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{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Katrellis sits on a fallen log near the fire, Windstream standing behind her.* \"Thank you my friend! You are quite the generous soul, but I have food for him in my knapsack.\"\n\n*She turns and digs through the bag, pulling out 2 large bundles of carrots and a sack of apples. She opens the sack and throws a few apple and carrots on the ground in front of the horse, who happily begin munching them.* \"There you go boy. Oh, by the way,\" *She turns back and addresses the others,* \"If y'all are ever in the Rift or Riften and are in need of fresh produce, feel free to stop by my stand in the marketplace! My father and I own Mistveil Farms, right outside the southwest entrance. It's between the city and GoldenGlow Estate.\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He would blow on it for a moment, the lavender was... Interesting, the smell of it very potent. Giving a short sigh and a shrug before he began eating it, regardless of wether it was good or not he would finish the bowl, his appetite surpassing his pallet*\n\"I appreciate the the food and the camp, but I'm gonna be leaving by daybreak, need to get to Markarth, have a bounty to turn in\"\n\n*Gesturing to the burlap sack hanging off of his hip, which was very obviously the size of a head*"
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Katrellis spoons the stew into her mouth. Never has she had a meal so flavorful! The floral aroma from the lavender, the tenderness and juice from the rabbit, all mixing together in a delicious dance over her tastebuds.* \"By Talos! Where did you learn to cook? Is this dish native to Elswyer or a Khajiit's version of a Nordic recipe?\"\n\n*She slurps down the rest of her bowlful and wipes her mouth. Once finished, she turns to the Nord.* \"Would you like some accompaniment? Or an extra pair of eyes to spot enemies and dangers?\""
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{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He'd of finished off his bowl completely, the flavor was, interesting to say the least, though he was drawn from his thoughts by the voice of the woman near him*\n\n\"Hm? Oh. I'm more than capable of making it on my own. Though the company wouldn't be pushed aside\"\n*He gave her a small shrug, moving to hus backpack, taking he rolled up pelt ontop and setting it under his neck, laying against the log as he stared up into the night sky*\n\n\"Although I do intent to rest as soon as possible, for I have no way of properly preserving my... Proof of completion\""
},
{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "Jhi'ro chuckles, amused and happy that his soup is good. \"Well, the first time I made this, I accidentally knocked some lavender in it. Then it turned out so good I kept it in!\" He then noticed the head shaped trophy carried by Reian. \"Are you a hunter? We have lots of hunters back in my little village.\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Katrellis stands and starts walking to the back of her horse. Windstream steps aside, moving whatever she was going for away from her. She lunges towards the horse but falls flat on her face, her horse neighing in laughter.* \"Do you want to be left at the stables again? You better knock it off and behave you beast!\"\n\n*Dusting herself off, she climbs backwards onto her horse and begins untying something rolled up. Carefully, she climbs off the horse with one hand, the other hand carrying the bundle.*\n\n*Walking back to the fire, she drops the bundle against the log she was sitting on and approaches the Kahjiit.* \"Mind if I play a bit? Thought some lute music would make great after dinner entertainment.\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He would only glance at the actions of his current company, a slight smirk at the antics of the beast and its master.*\n\n\"In a sense, more of a Mercenary though. Had quite a few many experiences up to this point... I just returned from Elswyr, on a bounty for the Jarl of Markart\"\n*Slightly sitting back up against the log, any trained eye would of made out the pelt around his waist, the paws that held it secured on either side of his hips showed it was Sabre cat, it was white but had dark striped like those of the plains*"
}
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{
"author": "Jhi'ro",
"message": "The cat was envious of the Nord's abilities to travel. He badly wanted to explore the world, to see beyond the forest of Falkreath. As he listened in, he felt he couldn't contribute, knowing he had only been as far as his family let him. His ears perked up at the mention of Elsweyr- a place he had only read about. He knew that his family likely came from there, but was so far removed from it, having grown up in Skyrim. \n\n\"What's it like?\" He blurted out. Jhi'ro recoiled a bit, before settling down mere seconds later. \"Elsweyr, I mean.\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Katrellis unwraps her lute from the cloth and begins playing soft, slow music, listening to the men.*"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He'd turn and look at the feline man*\n\n\"It's pretty nice, tropical, warm but not too hot... Most days, I didn't actually end up going all the way through, just crossed the border and got my guy then came back\"\n\n*He gave a light shrug, not really having much to say on the matter*"
}
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{
"author": "_unexplainable_",
"message": "Next around of post wanna notice the smoke from Helgen?"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Somewhat, but not much from... Hmm.\"\n\n*Rodric began sniffing at the air with his snout. Fauna, flora, the smell of burning wood and smoke. A fire different to the one in front of him. He looked back to Sköll with a bit of concern visible in his eyes.*\n\n\"Something's burning, maybe a couple miles from here? Smoke from wood. Might be a forest fire.\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Sköll eyes squinted at the bovine creature, sniffing the air more. Pacing around to see at the direction he could smell. A small clearing able to see from afar, smoke clouds forming about the direction of Helgen.*\n\n**\"It could be... But my friend look. You happen to know of a small town of Helgen yes? It's hard to deny my conviction to investigate, only if my own people are in need that's what I am built on. If you would like to join me, help me as I will help you in return..\"**\n\n*Turning to face the bovine, his face more serious. Bowing softly, giving a low grunt. His mind flooded with assumptions, what if the they're all dead? Or is it just a random fire... He has to know for sure*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I know of Helgen, though I've never had need to go so close to... Towns. But, if the town is in danger...\"\n\n*Rodric stopped for a moment, falling silent in thought. The cogs turned in his head, asking himself questions and thinking of something. He inhaled deeply, letting out a reluctant sigh, and responded.*\n\n\"Very well. How do you intend to 'help me', exactly?\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "**\"Whatever you need, as I bond myself to help anyone In need. You are also a fellow Lycanthrope...\"**\n\n*His mind giving more thoughts and thinking, maybe this'll help him learn more of Hircine. As he's been curious of the source of his gift*\n\n**\"Id suggest we get going, what do you say my friend aye?\"**"
}
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{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "Elroy looked over his shoulder, he felt like something was watching him. Yet his eyes did not see anything... Perhaps he was just being paranoid.\n\nHe would then start gathering some sticks and stones. Making a fire as he would use some flint and steel to light up the tinder and start a fire.\n\nThe warm light would shine on Elroy as he sat down and sighed.\n\nHis stomached growled, demanding substance to keep him energized. Nothing a ration could fix, but for now he had to get settle down for camp. He reached into his travel bag and unrolled a thin sheet of cloth before rolling out a bedroll and getting out a cooking set."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The sound of heavy thudding echoed through the forest as a horse and its rider moved along a faded dirt path. On its back was a stranger in dark armor, the sunlight absorbed by the material and reflecting off of their faceplate. A horned helm hid his features, and on his back was a large sword of the same black material with a golden hilt. Though he wasn't entirely a stranger to one. He seemed to notice the other stranger on the rock, and he averted his course to ride towards him. But not with urgency, merely a moderate pace. From under the helm came a deep voice.*\n\n\"Hail, stranger!\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*The forest lay cloaked in shadows, its ancient trees standing sentinel against the night. Ervana, a shy wanderer with secrets etched into her skin, watched from her hidden perch. Her cloak blended seamlessly with the foliage, and her eyes remained fixed on the flickering fire below.\n\nErvana's heart beat like a trapped bird's wings. She had followed Elroy's trail, drawn by fate or perhaps by the ancient magic that pulsed within her. Her purpose was clear: to find those responsible for her parents' demise, to unravel the threads of betrayal that had torn her family apart.\n\nThe fire crackled, its warmth reaching out to the night. Ervana wondered if he sensed her presence, if either of the men noticed her. Ervana's breath caught. She had noticed Nothwulf looking in her direction! There is no way he sees me!\n\nAs the night deepened, Ervana made her decision. She would step from the shadows, reveal herself. Ervana descended, her footsteps silent on the forest floor. The fire's glow painted her face, revealing her features. She approached the circle of stones, stopping right behind Nothful,* \"Hello old friend.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The armored figure spun around quickly, almost reflexively reaching a hand over his shoulder and gripping his greatsword. But when the helm turned towards Ervana, the hand relaxed and lowered. He seemed to stand still for a split second, unmoving, until he spoke again. The faceplate partially muffled his voice.*\n\n\"Ervana? What are you doing here?\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "Elroy looked at the man who had approached him. It wasn't too uncommon to find a wandering Nord. After all, this was the homeland of Nords. Being surprised by a wandering explorer or adventurer was not too crazy.\n\nStill, Elroy was on guard. While he was after the family, they were after him as well. Occasionally a group of assassins or mercenaries would be sent after him. Ones that wanted him dead, most times they were pretty forefront on what their goals were. Bring his head to the family to prove a job done. Other times, they were more careful and crafty. Getting his guard down then finding the right moment to strike. \n\nHe was going to greet, but then a woman who seemed to appear from the shadows it felt like. He heard the heavy steps from the man, why couldn't he hear the footsteps of hers? Strange. \n\nHe had a straight stature, it had seemed like the two knew each other.\n\n\"Am I interrupting something? Apologies if I am in the way of your... Social gathering. I was not aware that this spot was your meeting spot.\" He presumed they were close."
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana looks past Nothwulf to Elroy.* \"This is honestly just coincidence.\"\n\n*She perches herself at the top of the rock, the glowing light of the fire bathing her in a soft, yet slightly ominous light. Ervana then explains the current events that just took place. The two listens as she shares the tale of her first meeting with Nothwulf. How dangerous, but exhilarating their dive in the depths of a dwarven ruins was. With every word, one could see the emotions in her face, as if she was reliving everything from recalling the memories.\n\nHere and there, she would cast glances at Nothwulf. He was just as intimidating now as he was then. Occasionally, he would nod in agreement throughout the tale. But, a question burned in the back of her mind.*\n\n\"But yeah, after finishing off the horde of the blind bastards, the three of us parted ways.\" *She wraps up the tale. Intentionally leaving out part of what happened before they departed. She glanced once more over at Nothwulf, the question burning even more.\n\nSince he also remembers that day, just as well as her. Does he remember what happened before the three departed? Ervana's been more cautious about where she rests, or lays her head, ever since. Her slip up, in fear of death, that day was engraved into her memory.*"
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Didn't expect to meet her here. To put it simply, we had an argument towards the end that almost went somewhere nobody wanted. Thankfully, it was settled then, but I wouldn't blame you for holding it against me, Ervana. But anyways, I don't believe you said your name, stranger?\"\n\n*The knight looked towards Elroy, his helmed head tilting.*"
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "\" I am Elroy Fayrin. I am here on behalf of the noble families of High Rock after they were betrayed and murdered by the Caels. A family who had earned their way of riches and power through bodies and blood. I am here to make sure they do not add another family name to their long list of names... Any information will get me closer to finding out where they reside.\" Elroy told the man, a bit hesitant and he felt like he was caught in the middle of their reunion, it was awkward for the fellow knight."
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana kept her perch upon the rock, feeling that she was a safe distance from Nothwulf. With her new knowledge of the stranger, her posture became more erect, all attention now focused on him.* \"You lost your family!\"\n\n*The small nord woman knew his pain all too well. Every day she felt the pain and grief of loss. Memories of her family flashed across her vision; the haply faces, the house full of love, all burning away to horror, screams, and darkness.* \"You poor elf! I know your pain. My heart is heavy with grief as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "He was a bit puzzled by her words. He did not mention that he himself had lost his family, how did she know? Wild and a lucky guess he presumed. But no matter, he did not need to burden her or others with his loss. It was his duty, and his quest alone. He had no need for the others to put themselves in the same danger as him.\n\n\"I never lost my family, they are fine in High Rock for now. Unless I do not stop them, they are in danger, as well as many other families should I fail them. This is my duty alone... But I do thank you for your compassion.\" He nodded, but he did hate lying to her. He did not like lying but for this moment, he had too.\n\nHe was a bit confused when she mentioned Elf... Well in technical terms. He was an elf... A human with mer blood that is. But if that's what she called Bretons... It did not matter to him."
}
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{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She entered first, she had been here before. Her bag would be cumbersome in combat, she left it at the entrance. She brought a few potions, and volatile flammables with her. She couldn't throw fireballs from her hands, but she could emulate it. Useful against vampires.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He unsheathes his sword, and fastens his staff to his back, and follows the Skaafin"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Barbas follows as well.\n\nAs they enter there's already some Vampires, a Thrall stands leaning against wooden railing on a platform above, looks like the element of suprise won't be in their favor. At the bottom of the ramp leading up to the scaffold is a Blooded Vampire, with an elven sword at their side"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She realized she wouldn't be sneaking up on them. She removed one of her bottles of flammable liquid and threw it at a torch. Firey liquid served as enough of a distraction for her to charge the blooded vampire with her blades drawn.*"
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He casts a spell, small portals appear around him, dark purple crystal float out, firing at the vampire, the crystals explode as they hit the ground, blasting shards of crystal all around, most shards miss, but the fragments hit the vampire, dealing light damage. He moves forward, firing a cloud of plague at the thrall"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The vampire ducks to the ground, rolling away from the flame and shards flying at them. Dusting themself off they start draining Majorah, cursing out loud.\n\nThe Thrall starts coughing, the wave of disease hitting them, they move to intercept Majorah, before collapsing to the ground in a coughing fit"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She felt her energy being drained, but only slightly. That Three Septim spell couldn't substantially harm anything. She advanced, overly telegraphing a right swing before thrusting in the middle of that swing with the other blade, slashing the neck for good measure.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He moves toward the ramp, to help Majorah. Giving the thrall a sharp kick in the throat, ending the Thrall's suffering. As he moves toward the ramp he stops, and instead moves to watch the tunnel they'll need to enter, with a bit of quick thinking he casts a spell, a stack of 3 Deadric Mines appear in his hands, He places them, one on each wall and one on the floor, then ducks to hide"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Thrall dies.\n\nBarbas charges the vampire, biting their leg, distracting them, they raise their axe to block the right swing, then a blade enters their neck, they fall to the ground dead.\n\nFootsteps can be heard in the tunnel, more are coming"
}
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{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She threw one of her bottles in front of the tunnel and lit a match from the matchbox on her belt. She tossed it on the ground and looked at Zethizz. She would keep the vampires locked in the tunnel while he used some sort of spell on them in the confined space.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He stays back, \"Well if the fire doesn't get them, my mines will.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "3 Thralls and 2 Vampires (One Vampire, one Mistwalker) The Thralls stand at the line of fire, the vampires use frostbite to quell the flames, the fire rages, spreading further into the tunnel, before wearing it self out and dies off. The thralls move forward, triggering the mines, which explode, one Thrall dies right away, the other two are thrown back, stunned and unmoving. The vampires move forward"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She was yelling at them in some sort of Skaafin language. Likely horrible obscenities. She was near the wall just next to the entrance of the tunnel. She planned to rush the Vampires when they emerged.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He casts 2 spells, one on each vampire. The first one is encased in a buble of dark magic, the other is trapped by dark crystals. He then sends another cloud of disease from his staff, it doesn't affect the vampires, but it does affect the 2 living Thralls"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Thralls start to get up, but then the poison gets them, they start choking and gagging\n\nThe vampires reach the exit to the tunnel, which leads to where the 3 daedra are, but are immobilized. The one in the bubble tries escaping by swinging their blade at the bubble, their movement is slowed. The other's legs are grabbed by crystal, they start chipping at the crystal with their axe to no avail."
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She tackled the one in the bubble, her horns cutting his neck slightly. She finished him, putting the blade in his eye. She quickly got up, albeit not the most gracefully, and stabbed the other one in the chest, through the heart, because she believed that was the only way to kill them. That's what she'd been told, anyway.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Woah! Aren't you the savage warrior!\" He says, shocked at the display. He moves forward toward the tunnel"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Vampires die, quite brutally. The Thralls continue dying, slowly, due to the poison."
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She was breathing a bit heavily.*\n\"Flattering... When you don't have a magical bone in your body, you have to get either creative, or violent. Or both. I am serving my Lord at the moment, I will make no compromises. I would kill my enemy and eat them raw for Lord Vile.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I respect your dedication.\" He says, \"Now we best keep moving, if you want to return the hound to your Prince.\" He starts walking through the tunnel"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She walked through the tunnel with him. She was wary, but almost comforted after the combat. She still had it.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As they exit the tunnel they enter a small opening, nothing much going on, though. A wooden walkway leads downward toward a tunnel opposite the way they entered. Something may be hidden in the snow. The sound of chatter can be heard from the other tunnel, but it's too quiet to worry about\n\nBarbas is sniffing around in the snow by the ramp"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I've been told they aren't all bad. Vampires I mean. Don't believe it from what I've seen.\"\n*She walked towards Barbas, trying to see what he was up to.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I'd be careful, there could be traps.\" He warns, moving toward the ramp"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Barbas digs around in the snow, something gets triggered, a loud CTHUNK can be heard. And a spike starts moving, directly in the path of Majorah and Barbas"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She grabbed Precious little barbas and fell backwards, holding him upright. He probably wasn't pleased about it, nor did it matter since he likely would've been fine, but she liked him too much to risk it. She narrowly avoided the spike.*\n\"You couldn't have said that just a bit sooner?\"\n*She said, with that shaky, half joking tone"
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Barbas *Was* Literally pawing at it,\" He says, moving down the ramp, \"Come on.\" He says, pointing to the next tunnel, \"Hopefully we're not too far.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Barbas yips as she grabs him, \"Paws off!\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She got up and brushed the Snow off herself, staring towards the tunnel.*\n\"Why do I wear dresses?\"\n*She was thinking out loud but it was a fair observation. Why did she wear dresses when she did all of this dungeon crawling so often. She stepped forwards towards the tunnel, leading.*"
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Don't look at me, I'm not responsible for your wardrobe.\" He says sarcastically, he follows her through the tunnel"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Through the tunnel was a large ravine, dividing the cave in two, with a single ramshackle brdige connecting them. There's quite a few vampires, about 5, in the area, with 4 thralls acompanying them"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She saw them, and hid behind the wall. Whispering under her breath, she said.*\n\"Why are there so many?! They're like a swarm of little bats...\"\n*She didn't realize the... Intelligent statement she had just made. She was out of her little fire bombs. Just swords and potions now...*"
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He laughs darkly, \"This shall be quite fun.\" He says, stepping into the doorway, summoning the Dremnaken, \"Would you like to ride him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Vampires and Thralls take notice of the daedric beast now standing in the cavern and begin moving in, 2 of the vampires and 2 of the Thralls are armed with bows, one vampire wields a crossbow, the other 2 vampires and 2 thralls are armed with melee weapons. A Mace and shield, a sword, 2 daggers, and a battleaxe"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*While they were distracted, she advanced towards one of the thralls. She was crouched, sneaking towards them as they were distracted by the Dremnaken, and she placed her blade in its stomach from behind.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I guess she doesn't.\" He says to himself, \"Go get em, boy.\" He says, as the Dremnaken charges into combat. Zethizz stays back, firing a flurry of viper bolts toward the archers"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dremnaken charges one of the vampires goring them with its horns, then biting down on the body\n\nThe thrall grips his side as the blade enters he stumbles, wounded but still alive, swinging his sword back toward Majorah\n\nThe archers start firing, arrows and bolts, they mostly bounce off the Dremnaken's armor, though some whizz by Majorah. A viperbolt hits one of the thrall archers who goes down for a second"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She narrowly blocked the strike, and removed the blade from the thralls stomach, and they bled out rather quickly. She slid behind a crate, and guzzled a stamina potion. She was ready for what was to come now. She sprinted, sliding on her knees through the Dremnakens legs and going for the Dual Wielding thrall.*"
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He casts a spell, placing a rune on one of the vampire archers, after an amount of time the rune explodes twice, he grumbles to himself"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The rune explodes, the two waves of destructive magic send the surrounding thralls and vampires flying, hitting the ground. The thralls die, one of the vampires falls into the chasm, and the targeted vampire dies.\n\nThe two thralls Majorah faced die quickly.\n\nOne vampire remains standing, he looks around, at the carnage, a green haze still filling the cavern. He places his weapon on the ground, \"I surrender.\" He says, kneeling to the ground with his hands in the air"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She approached the final vampire, crossing her blades like scissors on its neck.\n\n\"Zethizz! What will we do with this one?\"\n\n*She drew the blades closer, enough to make the vampire very, very uncomfortable.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"It's been a while since I could eat a mortal.\" He says, stroking his chin, \"Vampires aren't mortal though. And their meat is dry.\" He says, \"It could be of use to us, might be able to get any others who stand in our way to leave us alone.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She raised her blades upwards.*\n\"Stand.\"\n*She thought for a moment on something to say.*\n\"Your... Impatience! We have been sent by lord Vile, you disturb his rest!\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The vampire winces, standing up, the haze clears a bit, and the vampire is able to see Majorah's face, and realizes he's dealing with a Skaafin, \"Oblivion!\" He spouts, bowing in reverence, \"We did not know! Lord Vile has said little to us, if we knew one of his own would be coming we would have not attacked!\" He says, a nervous tone in his voice"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "Zethizz does nothing but laugh to himself"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She took a guess based on the situation, she assumed he wasn't communicating because he didn't have Barbas.*\n\n\"He grows tired of you. What did you seek... A cure... Power? What?\"\n\n*She closed up the blades even more, digging into the skin of the Vampire, but not enough to draw blood.*\n\n\"Take us to the sanctum where he resides.\"\n*She loosened up slightly, allowing the vampire enough wiggle room to lead them to the room where the statue was.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The vampire nods, \"Yes, right away.\" He says, he begins leading the way, passing by a few straggler vampires and thralls, who all back off.\n\n\"I didn't even need to say anything!\" Barbas says"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He follows them, \"I would've removed one of his limbs, at the very least.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"That's for later... Can't have dessert before the main course.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "After some time they come upon a ramshackle door, a section of the cave is very clearly sectioned off.\n\nThe vampire speaks, \"The shrine is through here.\" He says, gesturing to the door"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Well open the door then! We're guests!\"\n*She was toying with him now.*\n\"In all my years... I have never seen such terrible manners!\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Oh! Yes, yes, of course! What was I thinking!\" He says, apologetically, opening the door and gesturing them forth grandly."
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He struggles to stifle his laughter, \"Mortals...\" He says to himself"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Are there any more of your little... Buddies residing inside?\"\n*This question was genuine... If there was any sort of leadership, they'd be within here.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Our Lord led us here, I believe he stays within that chamber.\" He says, \"The only other person would be his partner, and maybe their thralls.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He grumbles, \"Hope they don't put up a fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She entered, keeping the vampire in front of her.*\n\"Speak.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I.. Yes, of course.\" He says, he enters the doorway, \"Um, sir, there is someone here who wishes to commune with Lord Vile.\"\n\nThe Vampire Lord was kneeling at the statue of Vile, he stands, \"What is the meaning of this interrup-\" He stops, \"A Skaafin? Our prayers have been answered, then.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"This should be good.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Your mutts haven't been rather welcoming.\"\n\n*She loosened her grip on the blades. The vampire could make a move, but he likely is to scared to.*\n\n\"Lord Vile has heard you, but he cannot offer what you seek.\"\n\n*She thought of something to say to get them to leave, and remembered a rumour she heard in passing.*\n\n\"Seek Bal Ur in Vvardenfell, there, your answers will be found! There is nothing left in this snowy wasteland for you.\""
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"That, or they figured it'd be safer *Not* To mess with a Skaafin and Dremora, a critical mistake that they'll find some of the other vampires made.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Well, we're here.\" Barbas says, sitting in front of the statue of Clavicus Vile, with an empty spot on his right. The statue is silent, just as the chamber they are in"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I expected a rather quick reunion... They're separated for a reason I'm guessing.\"\n\n*She knelt before the statue, next to barbas, awaiting the voice of Lord Vile to grace her.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He stands back, not wishing to join in the conversation with the Prince"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The shrine says nothing, it feels as though it is waiting to be spoken to, first"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Lord Vile? While not my directive on Mundus, I have returned here with Barbas. You... Aren't whole without him.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Ugh. That insufferable pup? Forget it. I'm glad to be rid of him. Even if it does mean I'm stuck in this pitiful shrine, in the back end of... Nowhere. Well... Perhaps there is a way he could earn his place back at my side. Maybe. But no promises.\" The statue responds"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"What has happened since the Triad to make you hate him? I remember... Your full power, you and Barbas...\"\n\n*She was trying to appeal to him with memories of power. When he almost had it all.*\n\n\"You're... Stuck here, arent you?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"No! I can leave when I want to... I just need to... Regather some of my power.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"It's right here, My Lord! Barbas is part of you, I saw his Power in the Clockwork city, if it weren't for that meddling little Shriven runt we would've had the Tribunal's power...\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Eugh, no.\" The statue responds, it sighs, \"Perhaps we can work out a deal, since you're so adamant on reuiniting us.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh, Deals. Of course! Yes, what do you need, my lord?\"\n\n*She kind of forgot about that whole part... She could be a bit empty headed at times...*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"There's an axe. An incredibly powerful axe. An axe powerful enough for me to have quite a bit of fun, indeed. No messy surprises. At least, not for you. As I recall, it's resting in Rimerock Burrow. Barbas can lead you right to it. The little mutt might even earn his place back at my side.\""
}
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"An Axe?\" He inquires, \"That's it?\" He's fairly confused"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"The Rueful Axe. One of Clavicus's little jests. A wizard named Sebastian Lort had a daughter who worshipped Hircine. When the daughter became a werewolf it drove Sebastian over the edge. He couldn't stand to see his little girl take on such a bestial form. The wizard wished for the ability to end his daughter's curse. Clavicus gave him an axe.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"How morbid. I love it.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Yes... Thats how these sort of things go. Always a clause in the language. I once tuned the lute of a Bard, he wanted to be the best in Leyawiin. He and another bard wanted the love of a Khajiit woman. Only it was in Bravil instead. He lost, his lute made a wretched noise. He beat the man he was quarreling with to death... Both of them were dead by the end of the night.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*It was a bright, sunny day in Helgen, with sunlight streaming down into the center of the town, and birds singing cheerily. A direct contrast to the foreboding procession currently making its way towards the keep. There were several wagons of prisoners, heavily guarded by Imperial soldiers, and led by General Tullius himself. The commotion had brought the inhabitants of the town out of their dwellings, all watching solemnly as Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Windhelm, was led to his execution.*"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Katian Rosevale stepped out of the inn, holding a cup of spiced wine in her hand as she gazed out at the procession. There was a conflicted expression on her face, unsure of whether or not she should be supporting the proceedings or protesting them. But she didn't say a word, only watching them solemnly. She'd been in town to pick up some supplies and a few bottles of Vilod's juniper mead, and was taken aback by the procession. Wrapping her shawl a bit tighter around her shoulders, she sipped from the cup of wine, still deep in thought.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral Noxilius walked along the path westward to Helgen, observing from far behind the great procession of carriages and soldiers. He had been on the road for a few days now, traveling from village to village, and his destination was now so close. The glaring sunlight hurt his eyes and made his skin ache, but he did what he could to mitigate it by wearing his cloak, the hood over his head to shield himself to whatever degree possible from the sun's ire. As for his reasoning, he had no success in seeing his friend in Riften- time's cruelty had claimed his life in his old age- and now he meant to see those in Helgen, veterans not too unlike himself and, of course, understand what the commotion was all about with the procession. He had no knowledge of its cause, but he could only assume that it was related to the Stormcloak rebels.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Looks like they got your boys.\" He says grimly, hopping from tree to tree, following the cart line at a fast pace, almost at the wall of Helgen"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "Following Aelan, flying next to him, \"Bastards.\" He spots Ulfric among the prisoners, \"They got him. I can't believe it, they got Ulfric! Think we should attack?\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"No. I don't want to draw too much attention. We'll lie low, keep watch.\" He says, \"And to think it'd just be a simple trading stop.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*One by one, the prisoners were loaded off the wagons, brought to soldiers with scrolls bearing a list of names. And as each of them were processed, they were lined up in front of the execution block. Although one of them tried to make a break for it, but he was shot down by the archers before he made it twenty five feet away from the others. And once they were all off the wagons, a priest began giving the last rites.*"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Tia's face twisted with shock and horror as she recognized the attempted escapee.* \"Lokir...\" *She whispered, her face growing pale as she stared, watching as someone she'd known her entire life bled out onto the road. But there wasn't anything she could do. Even if she ran to him, he was already dead. And there wasn't anything she could have done to save him. Yet another failure to add to her tally. Another reason why she couldn't show her face in Rorikstead. Gripping her cup tightly, she turned away, making her way inside the inn, unable to keep watching the proceedings.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*As he drew closer to the gates of Helgen and watched as the carriages enter the small town, Andral heard the sounds of the arrow over the other noises of the day, and entering Helgen he saw the corpse of the prisoner. Uncharacteristic of a Stormcloak rebel, to flee from death, but then again he wasn't one to talk. That's when he spotted the most noteworthy figure among the prisoners- Ulfric Stormcloak. They got him. They managed to finally catch him after all. Had he seen this in his youth, he might have cheered at the occasion, popped open a bottle of Firebrand Wine to celebrate, but here he felt... Well, he didn't know exactly how he felt about it, perhaps intrigued or wary. Either the Legion had been planning for a while, or they got a stroke of luck and happened upon the rebellious Jarl and his men. Andral observed the situation quietly from the sides, listening intently to their last rites. Perhaps Skyrim would settle down with Ulfric gone, some uneasy state of peace so it could mend its wounds, what with the High King gone and half the province up in arms. He muttered something quietly to himself:*\n\n\"Jarl Ulfric... Rebellious, but strong. Should Sovngarde be real, perhaps you will be welcome there.\" *Though at one point he might have been sworn enemies with Ulfric, he respected his strength and willpower, as a fellow warrior- old age had done much to change him.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "He perched himselft onf the downward slope of one of the rooves, then moved across the gatehouse onto the snow covered cliffside, watching the prisoners line up, and Lokir get shot down, \"Legion and their showmanship, it's like they want Ulfric to die a martyr.\" He says with disdain, he fiddles with his bow as he watches, \"Can't imagine killing him would do much good.\" He continues moving along the cliffside, soon finding a good perch, on the roof of a building somewhat near the main fort"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"Behind enemy lines, eh old pal,\" He says with a chuckle, \"I'm about to watch my old boss get his head lopped off, and here we are hiding.\" He says, jokingly but also with a serious tone, sounding disappointed with the situation, \"The 2 of us versus the General Tullius and the might of the Imperial Army, I like our odds,\" He says with a laugh, \"We'd really be getting into Sovngarde then, huh. Well, at least you, they'd probably have to break that amulet to send me there.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*Before the priestess could finish giving the rites, a stormcloak soldier interrupted her, already heading to the headsman's block.* \"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?\" *He cried out, his voice echoing out across the square. And then, he knelt before the block, and laid his head down upon it. The masked executioner's blade fell, and a spray of blood gushed through the air as the head fell into a basket, and the body was kicked out of the way. With bated breath, everyone watched as Ulfric was led to the block, before a loud, echoing sound that seemed almost like a thousand screams echoed through the air.*"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Tia froze as she began to turn away, the blood draining from her face as she recognized the sound from a dream she'd had years ago. A dream that had emblazoned itself in her mind. A lump rose in her throat and she turned back, praying that everyone had been right, that it was nothing more than her overactive imagination.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral, watching intently as Ulfric was on his way to meet the headsman's axe, suddenly tensed up at the sound. It was a feeling that set him on edge, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, because he felt that, somehow, he recognized the sound. There was just one complication: he had never heard this sound before in his life, or anything like it. It was foreign to him, and yet familiar. Almost instinctively, he moved his hand to his sword and started looking frantically looking around Helgen, looking warily at the surrounding mountains and the sky. Something was not right with that sound, but he couldn't tell what. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he still felt more comfortable with sword in hand than he did without.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Whatever that is, it's big, flying too, like a massive bird.\" He says, scanning the sky to see what it is, readying his bow"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"Talos...\" He says, worried, \"Whatever it is it's powerful, can feel it's magicka from here, it's potent.\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Here's hoping it's friendly.\""
},
{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*As Ulfric knelt at the block, a figure appeared out of the clouds. Black as night, and a creature appearing out of children's storybooks and old legends. A creature that was long believed extinct. A massive dragon, of unimaginable size, soared down into Helgen and landed atop the tower. Tilting its head back, it let out another cry and fire and stone began raining down upon Helgen. Chaos began to rage, with people frantically running around, trying to find safety as flames raged through the town.*"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Tia froze, shock spreading across her face as she watched the dragon. Her dream really had come true... She was right. She'd been right and they'd refused to listen. But the sounds of screams and cries snapped her out of her thoughts. Gazing out at the devastation, she knew one thing for sure. She had to get as many people out of here as possible. Turning back, she stormed into the inn and called out to the inhabitants.* \"Follow me, and stay calm! If we lose our heads, we're all going to die! But follow me and we may have a chance to survive!\" \n\n*She waited a moment for the people to assemble, glancing out at the dragon and the blood and gore filling the streets. When there was some sort of order among the inn's inhabitants, she began to lead them out, trying to head through as safe a path as possible. Even though she knew that her wards would likely do nothing against the stone and fire, she prayed that they could do at least something as she poured her magic into the biggest ward she could, around herself and the small group following her.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Shock. The first thing Andral was able to process was complete and utter shock, but it would take a moment before his mind made its move- his body would act first, as he moved away from the impacting stones and carefully danced around the flames, trying as he could to avoid the carnage. When he spotted the group of fleeing civilians, he ran to meet up with them, drawing his sword with the hopes of helping them escape... But this wasn't some ordinary threat. Frankly, it was something that shouldn't exist, a dragon. But he wasn't sure what was more unsettling- the fact that there was a dragon, a real dragon destroying Helgen; or the fact that it seemed to be speaking and, somehow, he understood it. Andral looked over to Tia, mustering whatever composure he had. He may have been human no longer, but by the Nine he wasn't going to allow these people to die.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Not friendly!\" He shouts as he slides down the roof of a building, rolling as he hit the ground and running to meet the others, he notices Andral, the vampire he previously met at a tavern, \"Well fancy meeting you here!\" He says, loosing an arrow at the dragon"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "Bjorn decides to make himself visible, he's not the weirdest thing in this situation, plus he might as well do some good, \"Well, dragons are back it seems, wonder what this means for the war.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*The dragon cried again, and even more fire and stone rained down from the sky. Wreaking even more havoc in the town. Striking down people left and right, and leaving death and devastation in every direction. The soldiers tried desperately to fight back against the dragon, but there was nothing that they could do. They were but ants, swelling against the foot of a giant, and their efforts were just as successful. Which didn't bode well for the future.*"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Tia glanced over at the pair of men moving towards her, rather confused by their sudden appearance. And admittedly startled by the sight of the spirit, but it wasn't as if he was odder than the dragon pouring flames down at the helpless citizens of Helgen. Even though her magicka reserves were quickly draining, she fought to keep up the ward. And pulling a magicka potion from her belt, she quickly poured the liquid down her throat, shuddering as magic poured back into her body.* \"We have to get to the keep!\" *She yelled, hoping that the men would help her get the people behind her to safety.* \"It should be strong enough to keep the dragon out! And I heard that there are tunnels leading out!\" *Not waiting for an answer, she continued heading towards the keep, leading the panicking civilians behind her to shelter. Stray civilians began to join the group, until the protected people behind her numbered a little over a dozen. A mere percentage of the population of the town that was dying around them.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Good seeing you again Bosmer, but now we haven't the luxury to talk!\"\n\n*Andral turned and ushered on the fleeing townsfolk, doing what he could to get them moving towards the keep. He had his spells, and he has his bow, but he doubted he could do anything to stave off the dragon with weapons. So instead, he mustered some of his spirit to aid the people around him, speaking with a voice befitting the Emperor of Tamriel:*\n\n\"Do not falter, everyone! We will make it out of this with our lives, and I will be damned if I allow anyone else to lose theirs today!\" *It was the voice of a brave soldier, inspiring and emboldening to the ears, an unexpected shout of courage from a stranger. Andral put his heart and soul into his words- a fit of irony, given his lack of a soul.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Aye, listen to them, we've got to get in there! If you're too weak to run have someone carry you!\" He shout"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "Bjorn flies around, extinguishing fires that would block off any paths using his innate frost magic, phasing through the walls of crumbling buildings and helping whoever he can, \"Who knew disaster relief would be easier when you're dead!\" He quips, trying to make light of the dark situation"
}
] | 97 | 586 |
43 | 2022-10-22 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Though he was indifferent to the war, Andral was more inclined to follow along with a soldier of the Legion than a rebel. He made sure to speak up about his opinion, and looked to the group of civilians.*\n\n\"I say we follow with the soldier. Don't have much reason to trust the Stormcloak with my life, and I don't believe you do, either.\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Don't look at me, I've got history with both.\" He says shrugging, \"Unless you can work some magic and get them to work together.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"That'd be interesting. It'd be nice to fight alongside the Stormcloaks again, though.\""
}
] | 32 | 129 |
35.333333 | 2022-10-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Aye, everyone with us into the keep!\"\n\n*Andral took initiative and moved ahead of the group behind Hadvar, holding open the door and gesturing for everyone to get inside.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "He follows towards the back of the group, \"Damn forts, not enough room for me to move comfortably.\" He says, \"Bjorn, scout ahead, let me know if you spot anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"On it, boss,\" He salutes, flying off further into the keep, ahead of the everyone, looking for any signs of trouble"
}
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{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*In the keep, they found themselves in what looked to be a storage room, with plenty of chests that didn't seem to be locked.* \"Those of you who don't have gear, there should be equipment in those chests.\" *Hadvar said, giving Ralof the side-eye. Ralof pointedly ignored the look, and went to grab some gear, making a face at the thought of using Imperial weapons.* \n\n*Flying deeper into the keep, Bjorn would find a gate, past which were two grumbling Stormcloaks, searching the room for anything useful.*"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Tia helped Andral close the door once everyone was inside, and picked up the bar meant to hold it closed. Once the door was barred, she looked around, checking if any of them were injured, and tending to any injuries there were.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*With the civilians inside and safe, Andral began to take a look around the keep, searching for a path that might lead out of Helgen. He still held his trusted sword in hand, and he anticipated that the dragon could still damage the keep while they were inside. He couldn't be too careful, especially not when something out of stories was, all of a sudden, reality. There still lingered a feeling from when he saw it appear, and it all had to do with what he heard.* \n\n*It wasn't just a monstrous roar that the dragon had let out. It had been... Talking. Andral had been able to make out words and, without explanation, the words and their meaning were clear to him. But why? That was a question that would have to wait for an answer, for they still had to escape before the fort was leveled. Until the group was ready to move, Andral stood near the passage ahead with his sword drawn.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"Hey boys!\" He says to the 2 stormcloaks, going through the gate, \"We've got civilians coming through, as well as a few imperials, good news is, we got Ralof, as well. So when you see a crowd of civilians being led by some imperials and a bosmer, do not engage. If you do, I'll haunt you.\" He says with a laugh"
}
] | 102 | 452 |
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{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*One of the stormcloaks turned and let out a shrill shriek of terror as he caught sight of the ghost. Stumbling back, he pulled out of his axe, clutching it tightly.* \"Back foul apparition! We don't need ghosts on top of the dragon out there!\" \n\n*The other squinted at Bjorn, taking in the sight of him.* \"Bjorn... Is that you? I thought you were dead, mate. Aren't you supposed to be in Sovngarde?\""
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Once she'd finished tending to injuries, Tia moved over to Andral and looked him up and down.* \"Pardon me sir, but are you alright? Did you get any injuries out there?\" *She was almost terrifyingly calm, considering the situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral looked at Tia for a moment, still a bit taken aback by his strange experiences but similarly calm. He rose a single finger and began to pat himself down, clenching his fists and stretching his limbs. For the most part he appeared fine until he pulled back one of his sleeves, revealing a bruise on his forearm. Already his alabaster skin was starting to turn black and blue from the impact, but he didn't seem too bothered by it, just calmly looking at it and rubbing it with his hand.*\n\n\"Seems so. Think I bumped into something on the way, or I got hit by one of those rocks. No need to use your supplies on this, I've got something for it. Let's see...\" \n\n*Andral took the backpack off his shoulders and opened it up, digging through it while muttering curses under his breath. He began to look more and more irritated, a little anger brewing in his unusually-shaded eyes, before at last it was replaced with relief. With one hand he slung the pack over his shoulders again, and with the other held what he'd been searching for- a corked glass bottle filled with some sort of red liquid, akin to a healing potion but not quite the same look. Not hesitating for a moment, he yanked the cork out of the bottle and downed the contents in one go, leaving a little red tinge on his lips. He once more pulled his sleeve down over the bruise, which had already begun to shrink in size.*\n\n\"Aside from that, I should be fine, thank you. But I am intrigued by something, regarding that dragon. Could've just been a trick of the mind, what with all the commotion and noises, but it sounded like it was... Talking.\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "He stands watch, waiting for Bjorn to return, also shockingly calm considering, but he's also not making any effort to talk to anyone"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"Put that axe away, soldier, unless you've got silver or something it won't do anything to me.\" He says with a laugh, \"I am dead,\" He says with a chuckle, \"I'm literally a ghost, aren't I. Damn Thalmor cursed me, bound me to an Amulet of Talos, prevented me from going to Sovngarde.\""
}
] | 78 | 636 |
99.6 | 2022-11-10 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "The Narrator",
"message": "*The stormcloak who'd recognized Bjorn sighed and pushed down the axe of the other.* \"It's... Good to see you, Bjorn. Even under these circumstances. But what exactly are you doing here? Surely a ghost has nothing to fear from a dragon.\""
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Her brow furrowed as she eyed the bottle. She'd never seen a potion like that before, and it admittedly intrigued her.* \"What kind of potion is that, sir? I don't think I've ever seen one like that before. I'm an alchemist by trade, you see. And new potions always catch my interest. But if you don't wish to share, I understand.\" *Clearing her throat, she looked around and crossed her arms.* \"But, uh, we should keep moving. I don't want to be here if that dragon manages to bring the door down.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*For a moment, there was a strange look on Andral's face, almost uncanny but otherwise hard to describe. The question seemed to make something 'tick' in him, but the expression disappeared as soon as it came, and once more the old man had his usual stern, focused look as he responded.*\n\n\"Hm? Ah, it's a sort of regenerative brew, a fellow I know made me a couple. Weird taste and smell, and it only seems to work on me, but it does the job just fine.\"\n\n*He wiped the residual liquid off on his sleeve and put away the empty glass bottle in his pack. Nodding in agreement to Tia's wish to escape, he clutched his sword grip as he made his way down the only other path in the fort, walking down the hallway as his travel cloak fluttered a bit with his movement.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "He chuckles, knowing that Andral is a vampire he can glean what he's actually drinking, but he doesn't say anything. \"Bjorn's up ahead, judging by how long it's taking him he's likely chatting with some Stormcloak buddies, so it should be safe.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "He looks serious, \"We've got a group of civvies back there and we need to come through, we've got fellow Sons as well as some Imperials. We're just trying to get out of here alive, spread the word to our boys, let them know if they see me that they should not attack. Oh and if you see Ulfric give him my regards.\""
}
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78.666667 | 2022-11-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Hmm... You would have to speak to my friend about it. I don't know the exact recipe myself, but anyways, we should be moving now.\"\n\n*Andral turned to look at Tia as he responded, looking briefly towards Aelan before turning back towards the path. He continued walking down the hall, still gripping his sword as a precaution while looking around warily at the walls, seeing as they could likely collapse at any moment. Even inside the heavily-defended fort, they were not safe. For an elderly man, he didn't seem too bothered by movement. Actually he seemed quite lively for an old man who looked sickly, owing to the pale skin.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "He followed, rolling an arrow between his fingers, he seemed calm, but still alert, looking around constantly, as if the walls themselves would move and attack"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"I expect that, hold nothing back if they don't hold up their end. And if you see any Thalmor kill em for me, would ya? Make it seem *Personal*\" He says with a chuckle, looking back to the oncoming group, \"Sorry for the wait, got caught up talking to some old buddies.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He didn't spend a while looking, as on the left wall ironically right next to the rubble pile was a gate, although the pull chain to open was on the other side, just out of reach"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Well isn't that great.\" He says, \"I'll hang back and watch our rear.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "He thinks fore a moment, \"I was talkin with some of my boys over here, I think the door release should be on the other side...\" He says, phasing through the gate and looking for the chain"
}
] | 40 | 103 |
34.333333 | 2023-02-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The survivors will all still alive, though a mighty bit shaken, which isn't surprising all things considered."
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "He finds the chain after a moment, \"A-ha!\" He says, pulling the chain. A series of clicks and clacks can be heard as the gate is pulled up, \"After you.\" He says, gesturing through"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Through all the cave rumblings and sounds of devastation you can hear the sounds of combat, the sounds echo across the cold stone walls, the sound's origin seems to be below"
}
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76.25 | 2023-02-06 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"This ought to be interesting,\" Aelan remarks, \"Let's hope we can talk them down, divines know there's been enough death.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"If they're Stormcloaks I can give it a shot.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I'll stay here with the civilians\" Hadvar says, \"As will I.\" Ralof responds. As they move down the steps they can see the fighting, the Imperial Torturer and his assistant fighting off a group of Stormcloak soldiers, from the cieling hang small cages, one contains a skeleton, with an arm hanging out, there's 2 large cages on the ground, one is empty and the other holds a deceased mage. A blast of electricity flies out of the Torturer's hand, the assistant wields an iron mace, swinging it at one of the Stormcloaks. The Stormcloak soldiers are armed with iron axes and swords. It's uncertain who is besting who"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*The Bosmer's eyes flicked between the two sides for a moment, clearly taking a moment to debate whether it was even possible to try to stop it, or if she should leap into the fray. But once she'd made her decision, she stepped closer to them, moving her hands away from her blades.* \"Excuse me!\" *She called out, hoping they'd hear her over the sound of battle.* \"Maybe there are more important things to worry about right now? Like the dragon? You're more than welcome to go back to killing each other later, but right now, there are civilians who need to get out of here. And we're going to need help with that.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Aye, all of you need to hold off on the battle, this isn't the time to go for each others throats! Isn't the dragon killing enough of your brothers-in-arms? Stormcloaks, you're no use to Skyrim if you die here, and you two interrogators can continue your work elsewhere, but for now unless you all shape up and get a move on, this keep will be your burial ground! Are you soldiers or are you suicidal!?\"\n\n*And so Andral let out some of his old military spirit, even in old age he sounded commanding and inspiring, still a harsh natural leader so many years later. He'd seen enough death here, and he would be damned if more lives were thrown away like waste when Skyrim had bigger problems to deal with. Dragons... He failed to see the logic- if it was even present- in going for your fellow man when you're in mutual danger.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "One of the Stormcloaks speak up, \"And let that bastard live to brutalize more of our people? Ha!\"\n\n\"It's just torture, the Legion wants their information, I just make them more forthcoming.\" The Torturer responds\n\n\"You sick, sadistic-\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"Both of you shut up.\" He demands"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"Now is not the time for this arguing, we can settle this when there *Isn't* A giant man eating dragon currently making sweet love to the fort, yeah?\""
}
] | 44 | 610 |
77.5 | 2023-03-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Stormcloaks nod, yielding as they've heard stories of Bjorn, as well as Katian and Andral's arguments, \"Aye, we'll go with you, but when all this is over I expect that torturer to be out of a job, or maybe dead.\" One of the Stormcloaks states\n\nThe Torturer laughs, \"You all can go topside if you want, seems that's the worst place to be, right about now.\" He says, almost mockingly.\n\nThe torturer's assistant, a large burly Imperial, speaks up, \"I'll go, too.\" He says, succinctly\n\nFrom a cage, the seemingly dead mage speaks, groaning at first, \"Divines... My head... What's going on?\" He asks."
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"They aren't dead, it seems.\", Bjorn says with a chuckle, \"You alright?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I think so-\" They says, stopping suddenly, before shouting, \"DIVINES!\" They shout, noticing the *Ghost* Talking to them"
},
{
"author": "Katian Rosevale",
"message": "*Turning her head, Tia's eyes widened as she realized the new voice was coming from the mage in the cage.* \"Oh my goodness, I thought you were dead!\" *She quickly pulled a lockpick from a pouch at her belt and slipped it into the lock, carefully trying to pick the lock as fast and as delicately she could.* \"Don't worry, I'll have you out of there in just a moment. How are you feeling? Do you need any kind of healing?\""
}
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98.25 | 2023-04-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Now then, I will inform the others that the way is clear. Ah, you chose a horrible time to wake up, mage. You've woken up in the middle of a dragon attacking Helgen. I would get moving the moment that lock's off, Divines know this keep will collapse over us lest we get out soon.\"\n\n*Andral began walking back the way they had come to inform the civilians that the way was safe for them to pass, sheathing his sword for the time being, as a potential fight had been avoided thanks to his and Katian's efforts. Strange, he'd been drawing and sheathing his sword a lot today. He'd definitely need to sharpen it later.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"He's got a point, best stay with us, we're likely your best bet out of here.\" He says, nodding to Andral."
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"You act like you've never seen a ghost before. What kind of mage are you?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The lock is quite simple, taking mere moments to get open. The mage stands, up, \"Not the kind that would ever see a ghost, that's for sure.\" He says, \"My name is Samuel, thank you for getting this open, ma'am.\" He says, \"I was arrested for using a Levitation spell. How was I supposed to know it was illegal? Then the bastards had me put in here, thought I was some sort of Stormcloak spy!\" He says\n\nAs Andral enters the hall he can hear, oddly enough given the circumstances, laughter. Ralof and Hadvar are talking about their home, Riverwood, and recounting their childhood, the air of this area is shockingly light, it seems their conversation and nostalgia is affecting the morale of the others, as well. A few of the caravan are drinking mead, Vilod had a satchel with her that had a few bottles of her own mead, made special with juniper berries"
}
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74.8 | 2023-04-11 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral was, understandably, a little intrigued that the survivors were doing well despite the dire situation. It reassured him a bit, knowing that these folks would be alright once they were out. Nonetheless, they still had to make their way through the tunnels before they were free.*\n\n\"Glad to see all of you are doing well, but I'm afraid we must delay the conversation for a few moments. The way ahead is clear, whenever you are ready to keep moving.\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"I guess levitating targets are harder to hit, but why not invest in more battlemages in the guard, then? Suppose cutting out the middleman works but... How do you enforce that? A big hook?\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"Lots of arrows, I guess.\" Bjorn says with a chuckle, \"Think you could hit me?\" He says, floating into the air, doing a spin, \"I'm breaking Imperial law *And* The laws of nature, look at me!\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"You're Stormcloak, through and through, aren't you.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Ralof and Hadvar cough awkwardly, then nod, Ralof speaks\n\n\"Aye, let's not wait then.\" He says, Hadvar speaks up, as well, \"I agree, let's get a move on, people!\"\n\nThe crowd moves together, spirits up, as they trust they can get out alive, Divines willing, it may stay that way, so long as they don't notice the fact the path leads through a Torture chamber, as well as a small prison. Back in the aforementioned torture chamber, the Assistant speaks up\n\n\"Quickest way through is that way.\" He says, pointing his mace toward the hallway bearing cells, \"There's cave they found when excavating out this area. I think there's a cave that might have a way out.\""
}
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46.5 | 2023-04-21 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral returned to the torture chambers with the crowd of civilians in tow, neglecting to mention where they were headed in his haste to get out. He looked towards Tia- er, Teya- and then to Aelan.*\n\n\"It would be practical to get moving now, assuming that the next corridor isn't just for show. Anything occur while I was off with the others?\""
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "\"The mage is alive.\" He says, moving toward the corridor, \"We're going through here, should lead to a cave, if the our new companion is right.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "\"I should be able to scout ahead easily. Stay out of sight of anyone there.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"There might be people down there, I know a squad of Legionairres came through a bit ago. If I'm remembering right they stopped excavation once they hit the cave, something about finding remains and maybe a bear? It's a bit fuzzy.\" The assistant says, scratching his head"
}
] | 45.5 | 186 |
70.25 | 2023-04-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Right, now then, if the rest of you could hold back a bit while we move ahead, that would be best for everyone. Let's see what creatures await.\"\n\n*The old man drew his longsword and began walking towards the corridor leading to the caverns, keeping his eyes on the path ahead as his nerves tensed. He was preparing himself for something to jump out, or someone to take a swing, and it was just a matter of time before something set his reflexes off.*"
},
{
"author": "Aelan Blackwood",
"message": "He hangs back, toward the end of the caravan, bow in hand with an arrow nocked, but not pulled."
},
{
"author": "Bjorn",
"message": "He hangs near Andral, floating in the air"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The assistant and mage follow the group. There's some chatter in the ranks, mostly about the skeletons that lie in the cells they walk past, there's an aura of uneasiness, that increases as the entire structure shakes, the roar of the dragon being slightly heard. \"What in Oblivion was that?\" The mage asks, \"A dragon.\" One of the civilians respond, \"Everyone quiet, we don't know what's ahead.\" Hadvar says.\n\nAs the group makes their way forward, the corridor leading into a cavern, the halls tighten, and webbing can be seen along the walls. At the end of the hall is a large room, with egg sacs and cocoons strewn about."
}
] | 63 | 281 |
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