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43.918919 | 2023-09-11 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "After days of walking, they had finally made it to Helgen. Dar'zaddha couldn't be happier. The pair hadn't truly rested since Windhelm, and his feet and back were killing him.\nAs they approach the gates, he sighs and stretches, shaking out his leg in the stutters from the stretch. He turns to Haliochtus as they walk and says, \"Are you glad we are at another town again? I know I am, my feet are killing me.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed, as are mine.\" He says, he's in much nicer clothing now, and smells much better, \"I hope what the people in Windhelm were saying about the mead here is true.\" He says, \"Juniper Berry Mead... It has a nice ring to it.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I hope it has a nice taste to it, too,\" He says as he approaches the gates, \"I could go for a good drink after all that traveling.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"As could I. As much as I enjoy ale on the road it gets boring after a while.\" He says with a sigh, \"Sleeping in a bed was definitely the highlight of our journey, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He walks through the gate, giving the guards a nod as he does, \"Oh yes, cannot forget about that. It really was one of the better moments. Though, the night we spent with one of the caravans was quite nice as well. I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning singing and drinking with them.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I heard, it was quite boisterous.\" He says, \"They had some fine drink, I will say. I haven't had a bottle of Firebrand Wine in a long time.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I still think we should have bought a bottle. It would have been very nice on some of the colder trails. Anyways, where are we headed? You mentioned speaking to someone when we first met,\" He asks."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"He's with the Synod, down in Bruma. I'll have to head there, Divines willing the Empire lets me through the Pale Pass.\" He says, \"But first, we should rest some. We've been travelling for some time now.\" He says, walking to the tavern"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha nods and follows, \"Hopefully travel will go without a hitch, eh? I will not turn down a chance to rest, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Be careful with what you say, you may end up having us caught up in a catastrophe!\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Nothing bad ever happens to the khajiit, especially not the ohmes. Just ignore Pelinal Whitestrake,\" He jests with a chuckle of his own."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'd wager Pelinal was the greatest thing to happen to the Ayleids.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"To the Ayleids, yes, but there were plenty of others who were caught up in his fury. Why do you think you almost never see ohmes outside of Elsweyr? They're not particularly rare,\" He asks."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That is fair. I'm glad to have not lived through the First Era. Although aren't furstocks based on the phase of the moons they are born under? I'd wager the numbers would have recovered by now.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"We have, but it is still bad luck for an ohmes to leave Elsweyr. They are mistaken for elves, and it is just a big mess. I am lucky to have my tail and fur to set me apart.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That is fair. Ohmes do tend to look a lot like Bosmer, even in height.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"A little smaller, actually. Though, I'm sure it is not enough for anyone to really notice unless you are staring at an ohmes and a bosmer side by side. It is only noticeable for us because everyone towers over us,\" He throws his arms up in mock anger before laughing."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Nobody would notice that difference. Bosmer are already so short.\" He says with a laugh, \"Have you simply tried being taller? That's how I do it.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha playfully glares at Haliochtus, \"Very funny, Mr. Magical Tree. It is only because you altmer are built like giants without the muscle to back it up that you are so tall. Like a cathay-raht skeleton, you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He laughs, \"You're just mad that you aren't as inbred as I am.\" He says with a jokingly triumphant tone"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Oh how could I forget about your altmeri cousin-wives? Yes, it is truly something to be jealous of,\" He snickers, \"Every night, I mourn the fact my parents come from completely different bloodlines.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'm still not wholely certain if the aristocracy actually disposes of 'imperfect' children or not.\" He says, \"But alas, my biological perfection grants me such wonderful boons, such as vulnerability to all forms of magic, so NYEH\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha laughs loudly, \"Such wonderful boons, oh great wizard! If only I could be so perfect, all I have are normal resistances to magic and disease and an appropriate amount of muscle for a grown man.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He scoffs jokingly, \"You should be kissing my boots!\" He says, upturning his nose like a disrespectful nobleman, before breaking out in laughter"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He joins Haliochtus in his laughter before saying, \"That is enough, I would say. Let us go to the tavern, yes? We can continue this delightful banter over a hot meal that isn't boiled potatoes.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He catches his breath, \"I've missed laughter,\" He says, \"You are right,\" He opens the door to the tavern, there's only a few people in the tavern, since it's fairly early in the day"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha follows after him, looking around at the people inside. He makes note of the time of day, and the lack of people makes sense. He lowers his voice as he speaks to Haliochtus, \"How about you find us some seats, and I will get us some mead and a meal?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He nods, finding a table in the corner with a window looking out to the city. He sits down and places his journal on the table, flipping through it"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He steps carefully through the tavern, making sure not to bump into anyone or anything. Approaching the bar, he waits for the bartender's attention before asking, \"What do you have for food at this time? We just got off the road, so we are looking for something filling.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"We've got stew, fresh from the pot, as well as some bread. Not much else for now, though.\" The Innkeeper says, he's a Nord with decently long hair, wearing hide armor"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Stew and some bread would be just fine, thank you. How much for two servings and two bottles of juniper berry mead?\" He gets out his coin purse."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"30 septims.\" He reaches under the bar and grabs two bottles of juniper berry mead and two bowls to fill with stew"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He counts out 30 septims and slides them over the counter, \"There you are, my good man.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He nods, \"I'll be over at your table with the stew in a moment.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha nods in return, takes the bottles of mead, and heads back towards where Haliochtus has sat down. He sets a bottle down in front of him and sits on the other bench. He sets down his bottle and says, \"Let's hope this mead is any good. It and the stew cost me 30 septims.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, opening the bottle, \"The cost of convenience, I suppose.\" He leans his bottle over so they can clink bottles"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He leans his bottle over in turn, knocking it against Halioctus' with a soft clink. He pops open the bottle and takes a swig then hums, \"Not bad.\""
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He takes a swig from the bottle, he savors the taste, \"That was... The best mead I've ever had.\" He says, surprised"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"The sharpness of the fruit compliments the honey pretty well. It is no Moon-Sugar Rum, but it is good,\" He says, taking another drink."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed,\" He says, taking another sip, \"It gives a nice... Spice to the mead, as well as a slight pine taste.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Really? I have never been good at picking up flavors in alcohol. I tend to go for the sweetest option,\" He chuckles."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"It's the pretentious nobleman in me,\" He says with a chuckle, \"Perhaps I'll have to try Moon-Sugar Rum at some point.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"It is a delight, tastes like pure sugar and spices with a hint of leather. I only know that much since I have drank it so much,\" He gives an amused hum."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"A hint of... Leather, you say?\" He says with a chuckle, \"You make it sound so delicious.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I cannot tell if you are messing with me or not. The hint of leather just adds a refined palette to it, I think. It still tastes mostly like sugar and spice, however,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I just rarely hear 'leather' used to describe the taste.\" He says, \"It's usually used for bourbons.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I do not drink much, I will be honest. I know little of how to describe alcohol. I'm more of a tea man, myself,\" He explains."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That is fair.\" He says, \"I usually drink wine, but this mead my change my opinion.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He chuckles, \"That good, eh? I guess we have found something to come back for.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed, here I thought I would be staying in Cyrodiil.\" He says with a laugh, \"Perhaps Skyrim isn't all that bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Skyrim may be cold and brutal, and the Nords may be just like the land, but damn, they can make a good mead,\" He announces with a laugh, \"But the Dwemer ruins are something to come back for as well. Cyrodiil has the ayleids, but they are more magically advanced rather than technologically.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"The Altmer already have similar magics to the Ayleids.\" He says, \"But not even the Dunmer can mimic the complexity of the Dwemer machinations., despite their efforts.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"The Altmer have something similar to the Welkynd and Varla stones, then? No wonder they won the Great War on the backs of their battlemages,\" He sighs, \"The Dwemer are being deciphered, however. And we are part of that.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'm not familiar with the Great War, regretfully. I was trapped in a cave, as you know. I'm still surprised the Empire lost, it just seems unlikely.\" He says, \"And indeed we are, perhaps we'll be written about.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Some say they only lost because of the Emperor's cowardice. I was barely born when it ended in 175, so I do not know much about the intricacies of it,\" He shrugs, \"Oh, how I would love to be written about. I would like to leave an impact like that immensely.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Whoever that Emperor is he's bringing shame to the Empire.\" He says, \"To leave an impact worthy enough to be written about is something all scholars strive for.\" He says, taking a leaf of paper from his journal, \"I just found this schematic, you might be interested in it.\" He slides the paper over to Dar'zaddha, it looks to be a normal Centurion, except it meant to be piloted in some form"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha picks up the paper with wide, curious eyes. He rakes over the schematic with intense curiosity before setting it back down, \"Now *That* Would be fun to play with. If you could mass produce them, I would think they would be able to withstand a good few Aldmeri battlemages.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*The sound of muffled footsteps came through the walls of the tavern, and the door creaked open to reveal a weary figure. An older man with streaks of gray in his brown hair and braided beard, an ice-crusted ornate staff in one of his hands, and he was adorned in clothes reminiscent of both nobles and magicians- cooled shades of blue and white and lavender in a diamond pattern with a fur lining around the neck. However, he was marred by time, and his face bore both a leather patch over the left eye and a multitude of old cut and burn scars. He looked around the tavern with a stoic, blank expression before walking towards the tavernkeeper. Then, he spoke in a grizzled, worn-out sounding voice that one might expect from an elderly soldier, or a wise hermit.*\n\n\"Well met, kinsman. I'd like to purchase a room for the night, and a bottle of that famous juniper mead.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Vilod nods, \"That'll be 15 septims.\" He says, placing a bottle of the juniper berry mead on the bar"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Perhaps, although I doubt the effectiveness will outweigh the cost of production.\" He says, \"Although I love to get a prototype working. I'm uncertain if I'm a talented enough mage to get the fine parts working, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He waves a hand dismissively, \"You do not need a mage to get the delicate parts working. You need the hands of an engineer, and I have those.\""
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Of course, just a moment... Damn pockets, where did I- ah, there we go. Thanks.\"\n\n*The old man pulled out a coin purse from his coat and produced a handful of golden septims, counting out fifteen with his fingers and setting them on the counter. Putting away the purse, he picked up the bottle of mead and began looking around the room. He looked first towards the Altmer, then to what looked like a Bosmer at first glance. Then he seemed to eye the tail, and his look became one of curiosity. With the mead in hand he walked over to the two.*\n\n\"Ah, excuse me for a moment. Do you mind if I sit here?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"The hands of an engineer can't counteract the inherent vulnerability against lightning magic.\" He says, then turns to the new visitor, \"I don't mind,\" He says, \"What say you, Dar'zaddha?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"True, true, perhaps there is some way to insulate against that,\" He says. He turns his head towards the visitor, tail twitching. He eyes him up and down briefly before shrugging, \"I do not mind either.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Thank you. Now, I could not help but overhear a bit of your conversation. Your mention of insulating against lightning magic caught my ear, mind if I ask you more about that, er... Oh, pardon an old man his errors. I am Bromfing Drakenwyrd. And you two are?\"\n\n*Bromfing smiled a bit, and he didn't look like the type to smile often given his at first serious demeanor. Perhaps it was the prospect of meeting other intellectuals?*"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'm Haliochtus,\" He says, \"And you heard correctly, it's a part of a project I've been toying with. Are you a mage?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Dar'zaddha, although I also go by Nimblepaw,\" He replies, \"It is nice to meet you, sir. And indeed, you heard correctly. Are you a mage like my friend here? I am not one, personally, but I am a skilled engineer.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Indeed. I am a scholar of the College of Winterhold, there I teach the students of ancient cultures. Primarily I give lectures on the history and lives of the Dwemer, and at times I am also asked to give lessons on the Falmer. Not the sort that blindly stalk the ruins of the long-gone Dwarves, but those from long before that. At any rate, well met. Could you please tell me more of this project?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I wager, given the right modifications, one can turn the hulking Centurion animunculi into a suit capable of dominating battlefields, as well as some maritime applications, like construction. But there are some flaws that need to be worked around.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha nods, \"It would probably require quite the power source. You might even have to dabble in black souls to power something of that magnitude.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Curious, very curious... It would likely take a lot of energy to get something as big as a Centurion to work like a suit of armor for one person. That also brings in the issue of supplying energy; a source of energy only found deep within Dwemer workshops or removed from the interior of a Centurion is impractical in the long term, and the dynamo cores are otherwise an enigma. It would likely take several soul gems to power it on the other hand, but I doubt it would be as simple as enchanting a staff.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I doubt we'd need to tap into black soul gems, the suit isn't autonomous, so there'd be input to move it. The Dynamo Core may work as a power source, while soul gems act as supplemental power. Perhaps we can draw power from the Dynamo Cores, or grand soul gems as an alternative... Or perhaps varla or welkynd stones. I don't suppose you know where there may be Ayleid ruins?\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*The inn door creaked loudly as it opened, letting the shining sun of the daylight into the candlelit space of the inn. And two figures made their way inside. A tall young boy of about eight, with sunkissed tanned skin, and a splash of freckles across his nose, and a short young woman of around twenty years. She was just as tanned as her companion, her face covered in freckles, and long silvery white-blonde locks pulled into a complex series of braids that tumbled down her back, glinting in the sunlight and contrasting against the coarse, dark fabric of her cloak.* \n\n*The pair was clearly dressed for travel, both of them in rough clothes beneath rough cloaks that were covered in dust from the road. Although they looked nothing alike, their body language indicated mother and son, with the woman's arm wrapped tightly around the boy's shoulders. She leaned in to whisper something quietly to him. He gave a nod, then pulled away and scanned around the filled tavern room, looking for a table that he could claim for him and his mother to sit.*"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He shakes his head, \"I have only been in Cyrodiil briefly. I barely know the districts of the Imperial City, let alone where any Ayleid ruins may be.\" He hums, \"I wish I knew more of enchanting and soul gems, but alas, I do not. Perhaps there could be a way to use multiple dynamo cores?\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Perhaps, though that would also require a larger and more steady supply of cores. There are only so many Dwemer ruins and not all of them house Centurions. I don't suppose any artisan lives who knows how to create dynamo cores. However, I do know of a couple Ayleid ruins, one a bit far north of Anvil, and another in the forests east of Bruma. And while I am only a passable enchanter, I have had a few decades to practice the art of Mysticism, including the use of soul magic. A dangerous thing to some, but undeniably useful. And in my years I've acquired a few Welkynd Stones, but I only have one or perhaps two at the moment, for I used the others to fuel my spells in times of need.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Perhaps Malondo stones could be used. They store magicka like a Welkynd stone but are not destroyed after being depleted, thus they can be reused.\" He says, stroking his chin, \"Yes, yes... We use a single dynamo core with multiple Malondo stones as a backup.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*After a bit of looking, he couldn't find anywhere else, and approached the group , eying the two open spaces at the end of their table.* \"Um, excuse me,\" *He said, his voice quiet and rather meek. Clearly a bit intimidated by the prospect of approaching these strangers.* \"Do you mind if my mother and I sit here? It's just that there's nowhere else, and we've been traveling all day.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"But where would we find these Malondo stones?\" He asks. His attention turns to the boy, and his usually stern gaze softens. He tries to give a reassuring smile, \"I see no issue with you and your mother sitting with us, kiddo.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"An Altmer invention, most would be found in the Summerset Isles, but as the High Elven cities are off-limits to non-Altmer... There may be a few that have trickled into the repertoires of other magicians and engineers in Tamriel. If there are any in Skyrim, I'm afraid I don't know of- oh, it's alright if you and your mother sit at this table. Feel free.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Well thankfully I'm here. I'm not familiar with how they are made, but I believe I may have a stash somewhere in Skyrim. I remember hiding some belongings... In Windhelm I believe. I forgot to grab them when we were there.\" He says, \"And hopefully any surviving family of mine back home may be able to help.\" He notices the child, \"Ah, yes child you may sit here. Apologies if our conversing gets a bit... Complex.\" He says with a smile"
}
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{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*The boy took a seat and shifted, getting comfortable at the edge of the seat.* \"It's okay. My mother talks about a lot of complicated things with her friends, so I'm used to it.\" *He looked around at the three of them.* \"My name's Tristyn. Tristyn Gray-Mane. My mother and I are going home to Whiterun, because she graduated from the Bard's College, so now we're going back to live with my Gran and my Gramps.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He looks between the other men at the table and the boy before continuing the conversation, \"Perhaps one of the khajiit caravans would be able to get their paws on some? They have their ways to get many exotic and rare items from far away places, and the khajiit are technically part of the Dominion.\" Realizing he should introduce himself to the kid, he pauses, \"It is nice to meet you, Tristyn. I am Dar'zaddha, I am heading towards Cyrodiil with my friend here.\" He motions towards Haliochtus."
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Ah, well met Tristyn. You may simply call me Bromfing. Hopefully your mother will be here shortly.\"\n\n*Looking back over to Dar'zaddha and Haliochtus, he chimed in and responded to the former.*\n\n\"Not a bad idea, Dar'zaddha... I know of a caravan that frequents the grounds outside Whiterun's gates, and those of Morthal- or was it Markarth? My memories are a bit foggy these days, but anyways, I believe the merchant's name is Ri'saad. On a few occasions I've purchased some peculiar ingredients from him for my alchemical work, so it's not too far fetched to suggest he might have one in stock, or at least know of them.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I am Haliochtus. I'd say my full name but I doubt anyone here could pronounce it.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Perhaps they would have some, but I know of a way to get them without paying... If you're interested is a bit of mischief.\" He says with a sly smirk, \"I doubt the Thalmor's mages would leave those useful stone back on Summerset.\" It's clear what he's suggesting, at least to those who can look into the subtext of it all, he's suggesting ambushing a Thalmor patrol"
}
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{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*The boy seemed interested at the mention of the Khajiit caravans and sat up a bit straighter in his seat.* \"You know the caravans? I'm friends with the leader of one! His name is Jo'rris, and he looks like the mouser that Katla has in her barn, but he can talk, and do magic!\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha's eyes widened at what Haliochtus was implying, \"Surely you can't mean what I think you mean, friend.\"\n\nHe turns to the boy once again, \"Those khajiit are called Alfiq. They look like house cats, but they're as intelligent as you and I.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"And if I recall, the Alfiq generally dislike being compared to housecats, so you commonly see them wearing clothes or otherwise distinguishing themselves. In fact, the Archmage is an Alfiq himself sometimes.\"\n\n*First he spoke up to Dar'zaddha of the Alfiq, and then he turned his gaze to Haliochtus. He knew well enough what he implied, and he seemed at once stoic and perhaps a bit disappointed. Bromfing spoke again, this time a bit quieter.*\n\n\"Friend, it would be wise to not have such a conversation here. Perhaps somewhere else. Do remember that Helgen's allegiances are with the Empire.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I should've assumed,\" He said, \"Being so close to Cyrodiil, and all.\" Thankfully no strangers really noticed what he was saying. He chuckles at Tristan's description of the Khajiit"
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*The silver haired woman who'd come in with the boy, who he'd described as his mother, made her way to the table, carrying a tray with two bowls of soup, and a loaf of bread. She placed the tray down in the seat across from Tristyn and looked over the other inhabitants of the table curiously.* \"Did you make some new friends while I was getting us some lunch, Tris?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha grins at the woman and pats the boy on the shoulder. \"Of course he did! He seems like a lovely young lad, miss.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Aye, the boy has a good heart. Pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Your son was telling us a bit about your travels as well a friend of yours, I believe. An Alfiq named Jo'rris. Oh, but my manners... I am Bromfing Drakenwyrd, I teach Dwemer culture at the College of Winterhold.\"\n\n*The old wizard reaffirmed his posture in the chair, holding his staff tightly and lowering his head in a slight bow.*"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I assume you're the boy's mother, then? Though you look like you could be his sister.\" He says with a chuckle"
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*She bowed her head politely, setting one of the bowls of stew in front of Tristyn, who immediately began devouring it. \"Yes, Tristyn is my son. I'm Tia Gray-Mane, a pleasure to meet all of you.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"A pleasure to meet you both. I am Dar'zaddha Nimblepaw. I am a researcher into the Dwemer and their technology,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Well met, Tia. I am intrigued to see a member of Clan Gray-Mane here, but it is far from the most surprising thing I've seen. You must excuse us, myself and these two fellow scholars were having a frankly complicated discussion regarding the repurposing of Dwemer machinery. I'm not certain you would understand it, but I wouldn't mind explaining it if you care about this field of knowledge.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"If I knew I was going to be introducing myself so much in such a short amount of time I might have preferred to be trapped in that cave, still.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I am Haliochtus.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*She just shook her head, focusing on the stew in front of her.* \"No, it's quite alright. I have a dinner to eat before it's cold. As I said, I'm quite content to simply eat and listen.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The sound of horse drawn carriages grows louder, soldiers march along with them, and Legion Captains barking orders can be heard. Something is happening, Helgen is an Imperial fort, yes, but there's usually not this much going on.\n\nPeering out the window would show a procession making its way through the city, carts of Stormcloak prisoners, toward the center of town a headsman can be seen sharpening his axe. Seems the Empire is planning a public execution. Two figures on one of the carts immediately pop out, mostly because they're both *Gagged*. One of them is very clearly Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Windhelm. The other would catch Liltja's eye, a younger man with platinum blonde hair.\n\nThose with keen ears can *Swear* They hear something in the distant skies"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Imperials and their executions.\" He says with a disgusted tone, \"You can even see the Thalmor is there watching over it. Despicable.\" He looks at Tristan, \"Avert your eyes, child, this isn't something for you to see.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*The old wizard looked on at the procession, turning to Liltja with an expression of concern.*\n\n\"I am sorry, lass. A terrible time for a child to come here it seems. But... Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm. To be honest, I am almost surprised that they aren't taking him all the way to Solitude to make a show of it. Perhaps they didn't want to risk losing him in the long journey, just want to get it over with... Hmm.\"\n\n*Bromfing's gaze turned to the mountains and the forests, subconsciously picking up on something he didn't recognize. He put up a finger to the air for a moment, bringing it back down after a few seconds.*\n\n\"Strange... Why is the wind howling without a breeze?\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*The blood drained from Tia's face at the sight of Ulfric Stormcloak and she looked almost woozy, her hand flying to her neck and clutching something that laid beneath her shirt. She seemed oblivious to what the others were saying, wrapping an arm tightly around Tristan's shoulders.*"
},
{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*The boy's brow furrowed and he pointed to the blonde man, fascination gleaming in his bright eyes.* \"Ma, that man looks like Uncle Thorald!\" *He said loudly.*"
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*His words seemed to snap Tia out of her trance, but she went even paler, rising to her feet. Stepping from the table, she clutched her son tighter.* \"We need to go, Tris. Now. We should get back on the road.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The carts stop, the soldiers start unloading the prisoners, going through the process of getting all their names. Ralof, Ulfric Stormcloak, Lokir, and then a name... A very familiar name... Kolgruf Gray-Mane."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He fights the urge to headbut the Imperial in front of him. With his mouth bound there's not much he can do. As Lokir starts trying to run he sticks his leg out and trips him, glaring daggers into him. There's nothing more sad then facing your death and retreating."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Gray-Mane... Say. You're a Gray-Mane, yes?\" He asks without looking at her, but when he does he realizes the mistake he made, \"Oh... Gods, I'm sorry, miss.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The sounds gets closer... It's like something is angry, and approaching *Fast*"
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*Bromfing didn't take his eyes off the sky and the hills. He slowly gripped his staff tightly, the ice crusting the end glowing slightly as magicka began to pulse through it. His gaze focused, his hands gripping the staff harder. And without skipping a beat he called out in a commanding voice, slamming the pommel of his staff into the ground to garner attention.*\n\n\"Something terrible is coming! Everyone, open your senses and watch the skies!\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia squeezed Tristan tightly to her side, hand going for one of the daggers sheathed at her hips.* \"We need to go. Now.\" She quickly looked to the bartender, pointing to them.* \"Does this inn have a basement?\" *She demanded.* \"If that thing is coming from the skies, we need to get low. As low as we possibly can.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"We have a cellar.\" Vilod says, \"It's where we brew our mead.\" \n\nAxe meets flesh, severing a head, it thumps as it falls into the basket, second in line was Kolgruf, he kneels at the block, the captain pushes his back further with her foot, and as the headsman raises his axe something flies by, an otherworldly roar, a dark shadow streaking across the ground... Is that a dragon?\n\n\"Looks like we should make our way down now.\" He says, axe in hand, \"I don't want to be on the wrong end of whatever that is.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Gods above... Was that a dragon? I thought they were extinct, or at the very least in hiding. Astonishing.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Shor's beard... We need to warn them. The rest of Helgen needs to get moving now.\"\n\n*Bromfing's tone couldn't have been rougher or harsher if he tried. He was dead serious with each and every word, reinforced by the grip on his staff as he began to leave the inn, shouting out to anyone outside.*\n\n\"People! A great danger is coming to Helgen! Run for cover and don't look away from the sky!\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia looked terrified, a shiver running down her spine. But she took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. Looking down to Tristan, she forced a smile and cupped his cheek in her hand.* \"Tris, go down into the cellar with the others here. Get to Whiterun and Grandpa and Grandma, okay? I'll join you as soon as I can.\""
},
{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*Tristan was clearly terrified, but he nodded. He wrapped his arms tightly around Tia and whispered something to her before heading down to the cellar.*"
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia took a deep breath, before following Bromfing, pulling her bow from her back and nocking an arrow to the string.* \"If you have cellars, get to them!\" *She called out.* \"Get as low as you can and leave this beast to those who can fight it!\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Hellfire and brimstone rain from the skies, the roars of the dragon filling the skies with fire and hearts with dread. It lands on a tower, overlooking the execution it seems to glare directly at Liltja before shouting once more, breathing fire across the area. The Imperial Legion tries to fight back but is overtly powerless against this foe, a dragon covered in spikes and ink-black scales."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "Thankfully during all the commotion he managed to not get his head chopped off. He makes a run for it, jumping through the window of the inn and taking cover behind a wall before the dragon could incinerate him, his heart racing, he manages to take a breather. His hands are tied behind his back and his mouth is gagged"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "He conjures a bound dagger and removes Kolgruf's bindings, \"There you go lad, should be a lot better. Wonder why they gagged you.\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"It's cause I trained with the Greybeards. I can use The Voice.\" He says, taking a hidden dagger from his boot, \"Praise Talos, they didn't find it.\" He looks at Liltja, \"You, girl. You a Gray-Mane? Not many people have hair like ours.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*Bromfing ran forward from the inn, his staff pointed to the skies and channeling magicka through its end. From its frozen head sprung a wave of magic, forming a transparent bubble around him, Kolgruf, Liltja, and Haliochtus. The dragon's breath vanished the moment it contacted the sphere, dissipating and skirting around it. Not an inch of ground or skin or wood within the bubble had been ignited, and those magically gifted would find themselves cut off from their spells.*\n\n\"Strong flames, very strong flames... Warding against the dragon's breath will be treacherous, but I shall do my best to hold it back. Regardless, we must move. Soon.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia drew back the string of her bow, launching her arrow towards the dragon before looking at Kolgruf, her brow furrowed.* \"Aye... I'm Liltja Gray-Mane. Tia.\" *Taking a step towards him, she studied his features closely, distracted from the destruction raging around them.* \"But you... I don't know you, and I thought I knew every Gray-Mane in Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Now matter how much they throw at the beast it's no good, nothing seems to do anything to it. Another approach is needed"
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"I was with the Greybeards for most my life, didn't have any contact with my family back in Whiterun.\" He says, \"We should get somewhere sturdier. Somewhere without a thatch roof.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Only place that could work is the fort. But it's crawling with Imperials, not sure that's a wise idea. Not unless we can convince them to not try to execute you again. Maybe if we bring more people with us they can be swayed.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Her brow furrowed, and she looked like she was about to respond to Kolgruf, but she was quickly drawn back by Hal and Brom.* \"We can get everyone from the tavern,\" *She said quickly, lowering her bow.* \"All of us who can cast a ward will need to make one big enough to cover them and us until we can get to the fort.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dragon lands on the ground some ways away, facing away from the group, a lucky coincidence, but one that could be easily exploited. Some people can be seen running to the keep for shelter."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Well, no time like the present.\" He says, opening the cellar hatch, \"Let's go people!\" He barks, \"We're heading for the keep, we should be safe there.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Well he sure knows how to take charge.\" He says with a chuckle, \"So long as the dragon doesn't turn around we won't need wards.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Liltja took off running towards the tavern and shoving her way inside, yanked open the door to the cellar.* \"Come on!\" *She yelled down into the cellar.* \"The beast has its back turned, and we need to get all of you into the keep! It'll be safer than here with all the fire.\" *Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Tristan and picked him up, resting him on her hip as she started making sure everyone was able to get out.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Come on, people. They'll lead us to safety.\" Vilod says, axe in hand. The people filed out of the cellar, only about 10 people total, the Imperials have the dragon distracted, but it won't last. The sound of wards shattering rings through the air. The survivors from the inn start making their way to the Keep"
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He waits by the door, eagerly gesturing people through, \"Cute kid, doesn't look like a Gray-Mane, though.\" He says, \"Adopted?\" He asks bluntly, following the group out of the inn toward the Keep. Picking up a dead Imperial's sword as he moves."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Well then. No such thing as decorum in a battlefield, I wager.\" He says with a sly tone. He follows slightly toward the back of the crowd, watching behind them in case the dragon decides to turn around"
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia frowned, shifting her hold on Tristan as she moved back out of the inn.* \"Yes. But that doesn't mean he's any less of a Gray-Mane than you or I,\" *She said, her voice carrying a silent warning not to say anything against her son. But she quickly returned her focus to the group. Lifting a hand, she threw up a ward of her own, bolstering Bronfing's and providing extra protection against the dragon's fire.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric had picked up the pace and moved more urgently with the growing towers of smoke, stomping through the hills and trees towards Helgen.*\n\n\"That odd smell is getting much stronger through the smoke. There's something like metal in the air, definitely blood. Something isn't normal about this, Sköll.\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll running to keep up with Rodric, the smell grew strong in his nostrils. The Gray-Mane worry only grew worse the closer the city came into view*\n\n**\"You maybe right... I don't like this the more I think about it..!\"**\n\n*Skoll spoke with a hint of fear in the back of his throat... A companion scared?*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Indeed, the situation was not normal. A roar that shook the very skies itself, more meteors fell from the sky, leaving trails of fire and smoke in the air as they struck ground, leaving craters in and around the city, one of the keep's towers collapse, nearly falling on the dragon as it ascends to the skies, revealing itself to the newcomers.\n\nThe civilians file into the fort, alongside a few who were not a part of the original few, there was panic among them."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He approaches a dead body, removing a slightly scorched cloak, draping it over himself, \"This should make it easier for me to blend in, in case we find trouble.\" He says with a sigh, \"Hard to breathe with all the smoke.\" He mumbles as he enters the fort"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"We should check for wounded before moving further, though only for a short time, we need to get further down, this building could collapse if it keeps getting battered.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"I might be of some assistance, while Restoration was never my focus I know how to mend wounds well enough. If any of you bear injuries, speak now. We don't have much time.\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia hurried into the keep, sliding Tristan off her hip and allowing him to get onto his feet. But she didn't remove her hand from him, keeping it firmly on his shoulder.* \"I can heal any wounds as well,\" *She called out.* \"I trained at the temple of Kynareth.\""
},
{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*Tristan was silent, his face covered in soot and ash as he clutched at Tia's tunic. Clearly just as reluctant to be separated from his mother as she was from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Shor's beard...\"\n\n*Rodric looked on with shock at the flying creature. A dragon. Alive. Here and alive. It was real, it was alive, it was here and it was burning everything down. He looked around, standing agape as he saw burning rocks plummet to the ground. But then he shook himself, and ran towards the wall, turning to Skoll and lowering an open hand.*\n\n\"Come Skoll, I shall lift you over!\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*He didn't have a single thing to say, too horrified at what was being hell to Helgen. Almost paralyzed by such sight of the dragon, only being brought back by Rodric yelling to him. Nodding as he dashed to him, hoisting his great sword against his shoulder as he stepped on Rodrics hand*\n\n**\"Now, I got to get in there!\"**"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It'd be a pretty clear shot, Rodric could easily put his arm up and allow Skoll to climb over, from the height Skoll was already at he could see the group ushering people into the keep, one of the refugees would spot him, and lock eyes for a moment, \"Someone's climbing over the wall!\" They'd shout to the others, the fear momentarily being quelled by sheer confusion as to why someone would *Want* To go into the village currently being destroyed by a dragon.\n\nThe dragon, speaking of, would land again, directly in front of the entrance to the keep, the refugees closing the door before it spewed fire at them, the reinforced door easily resisting the battering. The issue, therein lies, would be how Skoll would get *In*, seeing as there's a dragon in the way, one who has not yet notice him\n\nA few of the civilians approach Liltja and Bromfing, no major injuries, mostly scrapes. Burns, and minor lacerations"
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He helps keep the door shut, resisting the force of the flames slamming against it, \"Talos protect us.\" He says, \"Get some furniture over here, we need to keep this door shut or we're all cooked!\" He shouts"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "He pushes a table over in front of the door, \"That's the most I can do, a cabinet or bookshelf would work better, though.\" He says, putting his weight against the table"
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*Bromfing began waving his hand and staff, rushing along with a healing spell to mend the injured. Scrapes covered up, lacerations knit themselves shut, and burned skin smoothed out as the pain faded. All the while, Bromfing was muttering to himself.*\n\n\"Come on, come on, almost done...\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia started to help heal the injuries that were brought to her. But as the door was blocked, she reared around, her eyes growing wide.* \"Wait! What are you doing? People are still out there! We can't just abandon them to the beast!\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*With Sköll climbing over, Rodric spoke to him again.*\n\n\"Get in and see who you can help. Not once did I ever think I would say this, but I'm going to face the dragon. I don't expect to kill it, but I can get its attention.\"\n\n*Once Sköll had climbed over, Rodric ran to another part of the wall away from the keep and leaped up, effortlessly scaling the wall and standing atop it, looking over at the dragon. He roared out in a booming voice as he tore a loose brick from the wall.*\n\n\"How's this feel, you scaly son of a bitch!\"\n\n*Summoning his strength, Rodric hurled the brick with great force, aimed at one of the dragon's leathery wings.*"
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll didn't say anything back but understood what this Minotaur was trying to do, hopping down of the wall. Scaling down as he hid behind debris, gritting his teeth not wanting his new friend to be all for not to be killed by the beast of legends*\n\n**\"May the divine call in your favor..\"**\n\n*Whispering to himself, resting his great sword against his shoulder to carry. Skoll looking for a way inside the keep, or even anyone hiding still to help get back into the keep. Able to hide from debris to debris, getting ever so closer to the hold... What a shitty day to be in Helgen*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Some flames entered the keep through cracks around the door, and then they ceased. The sound didn't stop, merely moved away from the door. As Skoll climbed the walls of the keep he'd find a window, he'd see the group of refugees waiting in the entrance, debating if they should move forward. 2 people would catch his eye, a man and a woman, both with white hair like his.\n\nThe dragon turned as the brick crumbled upon the dragon's scales, a rush of flames bellowing out at Rodric singeing some of his fur."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"The keep has multiple entrances, and it just so happens there's a fucking *DRAGON* In front of this one. Not sure if you noticed it try to *KILL US*.\" He says in an annoyed tone, \"If we don't get this door shut and weighed down its flames will fill this room and kill us all.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"He's got a point, lass. I'm not one to abandon people, but we should worry about the ones who are here rather than the hypothetical ones who aren't.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Aye, unfortunately we can't do anything for those outside without endangering everyone in here... But if the flames get through, I might be able to dispel them. That, and I hear that thing shifting its weight out there... What is it doing?\"\n\n*Bromfing took in a deep breath as he channeled magicka through his body, casting a Detect Life spell and seemingly peering towards the door and walls. Except he wasn't looking at them, he was looking through them.*\n\n\"...Curious. Something got the dragon's attention. I can't quite make out a silhouette from this distance, but thank the Divines for that. It will give us time to get through the keep.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia didn't look completely convinced, but she took a deep breath and nodded.* \"Okay... Fine. Let's go ahead then.\" *Crouching down, she positioned herself at Tristan's eye level.* \"Tris... I want you to stay at the back of the group, okay? Away from any fighting that might happen if there's anyone who might attack us. Do you understand?\""
},
{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*Tristan frowned, but he nodded.* \"Okay... I understand.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric grunted with pain as the flames singed his hide, but he seemed able to withstand them a bit. He leapt down from the wall and sprinted towards the dragon from the side with great speed, charging at the membrane of the wings with his horns and opening his hands to grapple on.*"
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll was stunned at the horror of the inside, his eyes darting about. Watching the dragon turn to face Rodric, he returned his focus on the hold. Kicking debris inside, making the window hole bigger. Swiftly setting himself inside, his great sword set down on the small table in the room. Wiping himself of dust and soot from his armor*\n\n**\"Is everyone alright? Was that a real dragon of legend or is all this smoke tricking me? Rodric is distracting that thing to help you guys escape..\"**\n\n*Skoll couldn't really finish a simple sentence, worried about the people. The situation, wanting to help everyone and not have one death on his own hands*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dragon hisses, biting Rodric's leg and flinging him into the outer wall of the keep, shaking the building. The dragon flies up, landing atop the main tower of the keep. A meteor lands directly in front of Rodric\n\nThankfully none of the debris that Skoll kicked down hit anyone. The people speak in hushed tones."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"We're fine.\" He says, pulling the release chain to the gate, \"On our way through the keep to hopefully escape this damned place.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"That was a dragon alright.\" He says, \"Not sure who Rodric is but he has our thanks for his sacrifice.\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia's jaw dropped and she stared at Skoll, clearly not expecting another relative of hers to show up in this apocalyptic scenario.* \"Skoll?\" *She said, still staring at him.*"
},
{
"author": "Tristan Grey-Mane",
"message": "*Tristan immediately made a beeline for the Companion and wrapped his arms around his leg, hugging him tightly.* \"Uncle Skoll!\" *He cried out happily. Even though Tristan had been told many times that Skoll wasn't one of his uncles, that was what he insisted in calling him.*"
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"How many members of Clan Gray-Mane are gathering here? Now is an inopportune time for a family reunion, on account of the legendary monstrosity over our heads! Come on now, everyone, the gate is open.\"\n\n*Bromfing didn't hesitate to walk towards the opened gate, using his staff to gesture everyone over to it with urgency.*"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric let out a pained grunt as he was thrown into the wall, landing on his hooves with some difficulty. He'd looked up in time to see the meteor coming and shield his eyes from the blast. His gaze moved down to his leg, indented with the bite marks of the dragon's teeth, giving off the feeling of a white hot iron. Needless to say, it hurt like hell. But he was mostly intact, and he began sprinting away from the tower, picking up more debris from the walls. He took cover in a nearby arch of stone, leaning out to hurl more debris at the dragon, aiming this time for its eye.*"
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll almost fell over at the boy run and hug, feeling a bit awkward as he's actually never met the lad only heard of him in letters. Patting his head, sighing as his gaze went to Tia*\n\n**\"How does my family get into trouble when I'm not around... Nevermind, he's right. I'll stay back to get stragglers to keep going..\"**\n\n*He softly pushed the lad off of him, picking up his Greatsword. More focused his attention to the citizens. Helping some hurt ones up to carry them*\n\n**\"Not sure where these people go, but I'll help my own get back to Whiterun... Before I have to make sure that Rodric outside isn't dead.!\"**\n\n*Speaking to the bunch who were actually in charge of helping them*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dragon would let out pained grunts every time a brick hit, it releases more fire, the flames hitting the arch, narrowly avoiding Rodric.\n\nThe refugees follow through the gate as they exit they stop"
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Shit.\" He mumbles under his breath, moving behind the refugees, holding his cloak tight, around his armor, \"Can't let em see me.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "An Imperial captain, accompanied by 3 soldiers, \"More refugees. You picked a bad time to come through, damn Stormcloaks are tearing this place apart.\" A rumble and a crash, one of the soldiers moves in the the neightboring hallway, \"Damn it all! This place is falling apart!\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Well, we could use more able bodies.\" He says, \"We'll follow you, and hopefully grab any stragglers as we come through. Imperial or Stormcloak now is a time where allegiances don't matter.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"The elf has a point,\" One of the Soldiers says, Liltja would recognize him as Hadvar, \"We can't just let them die. Fighting during this crisis would kill us all.\"\n\nThe captain barks back, \"Those scum can't be allowed to walk out here with their lives.\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia managed a nod to her cousin, before looking to the Imperial captain.* \"Enough. There is a *Dragon* Out there. Likely strong enough to tear down this entire keep if it so wished. That is a bigger issue than the petty squabbles of men. We need to work together to get ourselves and these poor people out alive. Once that's over, we can go right back to killing each other.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"The lass tells the truth, Imperial. There are soldiers and civilians here. Are you going to drag them down with you to continue fighting the Stormcloaks, or are you going to set aside your problems and focus on survival like the rest of us? The dragon doesn't seem to care for banners, and it would just as quickly scorch you as it would your sworn enemy.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric shielded himself from the dragon's breath with the wall, but he looked back over to the keep for a moment. Sköll was nowhere to be seen, so he began to move away along the wall, trying to avoid the dragon's flames while continuing to get its attention by throwing huge stones at its face.*\n\n\"What's it going to take for you to leave, you ugly lizard son of a-\""
}
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{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*The Companion groaned with frustration, clearly it showed on his face. Stepping through the civilian crowd, his gaze switching from Tia, and the imperial*\n\n**\"Listen to the young lass, as a captain you're not exactly smart either your choices..\"**\n\n*He chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood as he glanced at the few. Skoll shuffling behind Tia*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Dragon lets up for a moment, its attention divided, it starts to ignore Rodric, flying up and landing on the tower, trying to find a way in. Seems something inside is more important than the nuisance of bricks being thrown at it.\n\nThe Captain scoffs, \"Fine. But when this is over those traitors will taste my blade.\"\n\nHadvar mumbles something under his breath, \"We'll lead you out. And check for anyone other survivors, most of them would have come here.\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He relaxes, putting his hood down, \"That's good.\" He says, \"I can help convince my fellow Stormcloaks to let up. They'll see reason. I just hope Ulfric made it out.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Glad we came to an agreement. I was not in the mood for fighting.\" He says, \"Let's keep moving.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"We'll have to go through the mess hall, the hallway next to it collapsed, but it seems intact.\" A scout pipes up"
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Captain, if you have concluded making your patriotism an issue, then we shall now get the civilians through the keep to safety. Good day.\"\n\n*The tone of Bromfing's voice could not be more passive aggressive, seemingly irritated by the Imperial Captain's words as he followed alongside the other civilians.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Seeing as the dragon wasn't any more distracted by Rodric, and with the civilians descending further into the keep, he started to move around Helgen along the wall, looking for any other survivors.*"
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll sighed with a soft chuckle, moving out of the way allowing most of the civilians to rush first. Guiding them from behind, not expecting this to be his afternoon activity*\n\n**\"Where are all these people suppose to go? Whiterun?\"**\n\n*He asked out loudly, not sure what will even be of Helgen after this.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There weren't many civilians outside of the keep, although Rodric would come across quite a few Legion soldiers. Some of them still alive, too.\n——\n\"There may be a dragon but the civil war still rages on.\" The captain responds, following the scout into the mess hall.\n\nThe scout leads everyone into the mess hall, \"It'd be a good idea to take some supplies, there should be some potions lying around.\" She says, \"Could be useful.\"\n\nThe captain scoffs, \"Letting them have their way with our supplies.\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He turns to Skoll, \"Riverwood is closer, but Whiterun is larger. Helgen may be in Falkreath, but Jarl Balgruuf would be obligated to take in these Refugees. Whiterun has enough room for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "He follows, not saying anything of note, although he takes some potions off of the shelf and stows them for later"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric approached some of the surviving Imperial soldiers, holding up a hand and waving it downward as a calming gesture. Granted, he still towered over all of them.*\n\n\"Soldiers, do not raise your weapons against me. I only intend to help.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"If a dragon has returned to Skyrim, I fear the worst. It can only be a bad omen for such ancient and powerful creatures to come back. Do you know of the dark history behind the Nordic ruins dotting these lands? Of what Skyrim was like thousands of years ago?\"\n\n*The one-eyed wizard looked sternly to the others with his sole remaining eye, a concerned tone to his commanding voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*He couldn't exactly hold anything else, other then grabbing a satchel to sling on his opposite shoulder. Fixing his posture back to carry his great sword*\n\n**\"The darkness that laid upon our ancestors? Are you... Saying that's coming once again? Are we doomed to that fate as well?\"**\n\n*Skoll spoke almost hesitantly, moving along with the group. Thought mentally split to think about the horror that could come*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"A fuckin minotaur!\" One of the Legionnaires says with a laugh, \"No need to look so peaceful, bull. We'll need your help.\" She continues, \"There's a dragon that needs slaying.\"\n\nThe dragon is still atop the tower, but it can't find a way in, so it returns to the skies, circling overhead \n—————————\n\"Old tales, spoken from an old man.\" The captain says, \"Nothing worth listening to.\"\n\nHadvar shakes his head\n\nUp ahead there was shouting, a confrontation from the sounds of it. People arguing."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Does this tale have a hero, I wonder.\" He says thinking aloud, \"Crises happen several times per era, and each time there's single person at the middle of them. The Neravarine and Champion of Cyrodiil are two that come to mind. Perhaps this was prophecised as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Somethings happening up ahead, let's speed things up, perhaps we could stop anything bad from happening there.\" He says, placing his hand on the hilt of his blade"
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Very well... It was Kynareth's gift of the Voice to man that allowed our ancestors to rebel against the Dragons. But only the Greybeards still practice it to my knowledge, and they have abstained from Skyrim's affairs for a long time.\"\n\n*Bromfing still clutched his staff as he walked forward with the group, eyeing the walls and ceiling like they might collapse.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I'm not so sure we can slay it today, but I can at least keep it off you long enough to escape. I don't care for your war, but dying here will do you no good.\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*First time he was quiet, trying to focus on staying alive as well keeping the civilians alive. Gripping his Greatswords hilt firmly, building the civilians from behind like a sheep dog. Ironic right*\n\n**\"How long can the keep hold together..\"**\n\n*Whispering in the back of the group, which could be heard from the civilians in the back.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"You're too modest!\" She says, \"I've seen what a minotaur can do, a giant lizard is nothing!\" Given the circumstances the legionnarie's demeanor is awfully courageous. Meteors are still falling all around, some close to the squad of legionnaires.\n———————————\nThe refugees look around worried, reacting negatively to what Skoll said\n\nIn the room they are entering there's a confrontation, a group of rough looking Stormcloaks are arguing with an Imperial torturer. The Assistant is in the corner looking bored, and a mage is locked in a cage.\n\n\"You'll pay for what you've done, you butcher!\" One of the Stormcloaks shouts\n\n\"Yes yes, keep yelling, that will fix everything.\" The torturer responds, with an uncaring tone"
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"What's going on here?\" He asks one of the Stormcloaks, eyeing the area suspiciously"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"This bastard has been torturing our soldiers for information.\" She responds, blade drawn"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Could be a chance to practice our diplomatic skills.\" He says, mentally preparing himself for whatever happens"
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Normally, Tia would be on their side, all for talking things through. But this was not a normal day, and these were not normal circumstances. Fire burned in her eyes as she took in the torture room, her rage building.* \"You Imperials,\" *She spat the words out like a curse.* \"You insist you're better than us, but you do *This*? You torture true sons and daughters of Skyrim without mercy or hesitation? And you expect us to welcome you to stay in the land our ancestors won for us? You think we will allow Skyrim to be claimed for your glory when you abuse us this way? It's not enough you strip us of our god, but now you strip us of dignity and respect as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*Bromfing held his staff in front of Liltja to block her from drawing closer to the torturer, and he looked her in the eye.*\n\n\"Calm yourself. *Now.*\"\n\n*Without hesitation he turned his eye to the Imperial torturer, still holding the same stern, almost unnerving stare. He was done negotiating, and his voice had become harsh, uncompromising.*\n\n\"And you. Don't you say another *Fucking* Word. A dragon tears this keep apart above our heads. You will get out of the way and do nothing to impede us.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"There's a reason it took the aid of Kyne to fight dragons, Imperial. This threat is not one you or I can kill, at least not now. Please, go. I will hold it off myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Helping civilians in the back of the line so they wouldn't get stuck, eventually hearing the commotion. Immediately attempting his way toward the front, getting behind Bromfing Liltja. Backing them up if anything happens*\n\n**\"We really must go now, these poor civilians shouldn't be here... You two will have your time to do this when it's all over..\"**\n\n*Suggesting to the both of them, especially towards Litja. Looking more serious then he was*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Men! Move to cover! Bows ready! I want that dragon out of our skies!\" She shouts, \"We'll move to one of the towers, but we're staying in the fight.\" The legionnaires are in good spirits, their commander knows how to lead them\n—————————————\n\"Rage doesn't look good on you.\" The torturer says, lightning crackling from his hands, then a loud\n\n\n\n\"That's enough of that.\" The assistant says, wiping of his mace, as the torturer collapses to the ground\n\nThe Stormcloak sighs, kicking the torturer's body, \"Bastard.\"\n\nThe mage locked in a cell grasps the bars, \"What in Oblivion is going on?!\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Talos-\" He utters as the torturer dies, \"We need to get out of here, will you all join us?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "He casts an unlock spell, freeing the mage, \"A dragon is attacking, we're evacuating.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The assistant hooks the mace to his side, \"I'll come with. Sick of this place. We can get out past the cells, heard fighting over there, though.\"\n\n\"We'll come as well.\" The Stormcloak says. The Imperial Captain looks displeased.\n\n\"I just want out of here, Divines know how many classes I've missed.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing at the torturer. But through some superhuman display of self control, she nodded and stepped away from the torturer. Although her self control ended up being useless when the torturer ended up being cut down anyway.* \"Well, looks like the trash takes itself out. Let's get going.\" *She started making her way towards the entrance, but paused and grabbed the copy of the Book of the Dragonborn sitting alone on a table and slipped it into her pack.*"
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Let's get moving. Student of the arcane, there is more at stake than missing a lecture. Unfortunate that this torturer didn't back down, really a shame.\"\n\n*Bromfing seemed a bit... Relieved? Happy? It was a bit hard to tell, but he did appear somewhat happy to see another mage here. He still clutched his staff tight, though.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The towering minotaur made a heavy, coarse heaving sound like that of an ox, effectively his version of a sigh.*\n\n\"So be it.\"\n\n*Rodric walked back in the direction he came, now ready for another go at this black dragon that was still burning Helgen to the ground.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The legionnaires loose their arrows, the arrows soaring through the sky toward the menacing dragon. \n\n\"They aren't piercing, ma'am!\" One of the legionnaires shouts\n\n\"Just keep at it! We'll fell that beast in due time!\" The captain responded, \"Wish we had a ballista for this.\" She mumbles\n\nThe dragon was unaffected by the arrows, few actually landed, but the ones that did merely bounced off its thick scales and spikes\n—————————————\nThrough the hall lined with vacant cells was the sounds of more fighting, less words more clashing steel. Stormcloaks desperately trying to escape and Imperials trying to stop them, an old tale by now.\n\n\"More fighting.\" One the Stormcloaks said\n\n\"How much fighting has been happening?\" The mage asks, \"And is there really a dragon?\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "He shouts, the word *Laas*, in his vision the souls of everyone around him become visible, \"I see 10 souls. Near even match, 6 on 4.\" He says, clutching the grips of his blades, \"Really not looking to kill more.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Then we go about it diplomatically, talk them down.\""
}
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{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "**\"Do I must get involved in this political war now..? I suppose it can't be helped if my family is in the mix..\"**\n\n*He spoke with a softer tone in the back, continuing to guide the citizens along the dark corridors.*\n\n**\"Id like to get these people out first if that's possible! They have no reason to be caught in the line of a this war let alone a damn dragon!\"**\n\n*He called out to the front, hoping to atleast add another opinion*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The tower shook as the Minotaur climbed. Stones breaking up with every strike. The dragon begins blasting fire at the minotaur as it climbs. The archers continue firing, the arrows don't stick but the annoyance of the arrows cause the dragon to veer course, letting up on the minotaur\n\n\"Say, bull!\" One of the legionnaires shout, \"You think if we got you a ballista you'd be able to use it like a crossbow?\"\n—————————————\nThe fighting continues, as the group enters they can see the fight. 4 legion soldiers surrounded by 6 Stormcloaks."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"We've got civilians!\" He shouts, \"We need to pass, before this damn keep crumbles on top of us all!\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"I understand you're a wise old wizard but I doubt now is the time for philosophy.\" He says to Bromfing, partially serious, partially joking"
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia stepped forward, looking between the Stormcloaks and the Imperials.* \"This isn't the time for battle! We need to work out of here in order to get ourselves and these townfolk to safety! We can go back to the war as soon as we're safe, but we must work together for now.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"It was only a momentary comment, if it were a full discussion we'd be occupied for hours. But you are right, however. Time is not on our side.\"\n\n*Bromfing stepped forward, calling out to the Stormcloaks and Imperials.*\n\n\"The lass is right! Please, stay your weapons. You are somebody's child.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric groaned as he took the flames, singing his hair a bit more. His magic resistant skin managed to hold up, at least partially, but he quickly realized this wasn't the best idea and dropped down. He turned his head to the legionnaire.*\n\n\"Aye, probably. Not a bad idea there! You lads wouldn't happen to have a ballista here, would you?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"There should be one atop the tower!\" The captain shouts, \"We need to scare that thing off, and soon!\" She was right, atop the tower was a salvaged dwemer ballista, primed for use. \n———————————————————\nA break in the fighting. The Imperials were more open to the idea of a temporary ceasefire during this crisis, since they were surrounded, the Stormcloaks not so much. Blood in the water, opportunism."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"I'm all for killing legionnaires, but perhaps we should think about how killing them makes our cause look.\" He says, \"I doubt killing them in such a crisis would make us look very good.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "He hangs back, following the lead of the others"
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia huffed, clearly not amused by the Stormcloaks' reactions.* \"You are fighting to free Skyrim from the Empire, yes? How does it serve the cause to throw your lives away to fight now when we'll all die to that dragon if we don't get out of here. Live to fight another day, and work to save these innocent people who've done no wrong.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"It is an honorable death that earns a man his place in Sovngarde, not a desperate one. Not a cheap one. A worthy one. Risk your lives for the people when it really counts. This fort is going to be destroyed, and we can't stop it. Please, kinsmen, come with us. Live now for victory or Sovngarde later. There's no need to rush.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric nodded, running towards the tower again. This time, instead of driving his fingers into the rock, he first leapt up to climb onto the wall, and then from there onto the ledge of the tower to pull himself up. Provided he managed to make it up, he would hastily grab the ballista, lifting it up and aiming it around toward the dragon. Without a word, he released a bolt aimed at the winged beast's chest.*"
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll was still herding the now refugees of Helgen behind the head of the group, holding his great sword tight. Being the sheep dog of the group*\n\n\"May we hurry this along? I'm sure this civil war can hold out for a few more hours, I'd rather like to see my home once more!\"\n\n*Skoll calling to the front, being frank and straight with his points while throwing some lighthearted words to release some tension*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The bolt flew, as it impacted the dragon's chest it fragmented, sending splinters flying in multiple directions, a few piercing the wing membrane, sending the dragon tumbling to the ground with a loud *THUD*\n————————————————————-\nThe ceiling shakes, rocks fall, part of the room collapses. Time is running out.\n\nThe Stormcloaks begrudgingly stow their weapons. Joining the convoy with a few... Disapproving murmurs."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"With that out of the way perhaps we could get out of here? Before the whole structure collapses on top of us.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Likewise. No amount of magic could stop that force.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia sighed in relief and began heading farther through the tunnels.* \"We must be getting close to the end. At least... I think we must be.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Aye! Everyone, we near the end! We must move with haste, and we shall be free soon!\"\n\n*Bromfing stepped up his pace, still carrying his staff in hand and using it to conjure a hovering mote of magicka over his head. A candlelight spell. The magical light illuminated the area for all around him, making it easier to navigate the tunnels.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric broke into a fit of cackling as the dragon fell from the tower, lowering the ballista down. He was, without question, having a hell of a time.*\n\n\"Ha-ha-ha! There's a blow you won't forget, you scaly bastard! Shame you don't have hands to pull out the splinters!\""
},
{
"author": "Skoll Gray-Mane| King of Wolves",
"message": "*Skoll immediately herding the scared and frighten women and children through the tunnels. Clutching his sword tight, attempting to focus to cast his own mage light... Not as bright as the clear wizard ahead but helped illuminate in the back*\n\n\"Hope Rodric hasn't fallen in battle yet, I'd see to him kill that beast. What a tale that would be..\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dragon roars, turning and blasting the tower with more fire. The bolt didn't do much damage to it, but it sure as Oblivion pissed it off. \n——————————————————\nThe refugees are visibly frightened by the seemingly unstable nature of the area around them.\n\nAs they walk through the dungeon starts to turn into a cavern, one with a lot of... Webs. As the cavern opens up it becomes more obvious, shrivelled bodies of humanoids and skeevers alike, dangling haphazardly from the ceiling, a large webbed hole in the ceiling, this feels like a trap."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Fantastic. Spiders.\" He says, \"Big ones at that. Probably frostbite spiders.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"Seems like the kind of problem that would need to be burned out.\""
}
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{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Liltja tensed, her face going pale as she took in the sight of all the webs and dessicated husks. Lifting a hand, she immediately summoned up a fireball into her palm, ready to fling it as soon as she caught sight of eight legs.*"
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*Bromfing used his staff to gesture for the civilians to stay back, using its tip to draw in the ground not too far ahead. A faint collection of lines formed a short distance ahead, barely glowing orange with fiery magic. The volcanic rune waited silently for a spider to foolishly step on it. He readied himself for another spell, preparing for whatever came out.*\n\n\"Please, everyone, stay back.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Oh for the love of... Damn it, it didn't work much!\"\n\n*Rodric shouted to the Legion soldiers, quickly dropping the ballista and dropping down the tower for cover.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Hit it with another, then!\" The captain shouts, \"Maybe aim for the mouth this time?\" The Legionnaires continue loosing arrows and spells at the Dragon, although they don't do much they keep its attention split\n———————————————\nFrom the hole in the ceiling a large frostbite spider descended, although it seems to have already been wounded, as one of its legs seems to be... Missing. A few smaller frostbite spiders scuttle over from the sides of the cave."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"*FIIK*\" He shouts, creating a phantom image of himself to distract the spiders as he charges one of them, stabbing it in the head with his sword and dagger"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "He conjures a flame atronach, which begins launching firebolts at the spiders. He then casts Call to Arms, rallying those around him, increasing their combat ability and overcoming their fears, \"Now is not the time for cowardice. We must be steadfast or we will die in this cavern.\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*As soon as the largest spider appeared, Tia flung her fireball at it, somehow managing not to let out an unholy shriek.* \"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,\" *She muttered, before summoning up another fireball and flinging it at one of the smaller spiders.*"
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*As the spiders emerged, Bromfing cast a mote of red energy that flung towards the large spider, colliding with no apparent effect. But the spider would soon be overwhelmed by adrenaline and bloodlust- a frenzy spell. Those that stepped into the area of the volcanic rune would be engulfed in flames as it erupted, knocking them off their legs and sending them flying.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric quickly searched around for another bolt for the ballista, tossing it upward onto the tower and climbing back up. With his great strength, he loaded the bolt and pulled back on the thick cords to prepare another shot, waiting for the moment when the dragon's mouth was exposed. The moment he saw it, he knew he would fire.*"
},
{
"author": "Skolmir Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Skolmir stance change to be defensive, becoming a shield for the unarmed citizens. Allowing the head of ground to dispatch swiftly, keeping his eyes bout. His grip tightened, wondering if there would be more*\n\n**\"See if there's any eggs and smash them!\"**"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The bolt flies true, lodging itself in the dragons throat as it attempts to breath fire. An explosion emanates from its mouth as it crashes into the ground. Dirt and snow rising at its sides as slides. The dragon coughs, smoke and char leaving its mouth. It utters what can only be assumed to be expletives in dovahzul. \n\n\"Haha! Really showed that scaley bastard! It'll be feeling that for a while!\" The captain cheers, as the other legionnaires clap and cheer along. \"With the dragon out of commission for even a little bit we should evacuate. I've got a hunch as to where the refugees are going to go, we should meet them there. Wanna come with, big guy?\"\n——————————————————————\nThe refugees, hyped up on a Courage spell and adrenaline, charge in with improvised weaponry, splattering the Frostbite spider egg sacs left and right. Not even the baby frostbite spiders were safe from their fury. Light from outside is visible, just one more chamber and they're free from this nightmare."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"So you're afraid of spiders? I'll keep that in mind.\" He says with a chuckle, jokingly punching Liltja's shoulder. \"One last area to go, people! Stay sharp.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"I almost feel sorry for the frostbite spider young.\" He says, watching as the spider eggs are destroyed. He walks up to one of the sacs and places a few eggs in his apothecary pouch"
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Tia took a deep breath, shaking her hand as she ended the spell. She managed a smile as she looled over at Kolgruff. \"What, did you forget how I made you kill all the spiders before you left?\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Aha! I see light up ahead, we're close to freedom. Come now, everyone, we are nearly there.\"\n\n*As he started leading the way again, Bromfing looked to Tia, smiling.*\n\n\"For an arachnophobe, you fight spiders well when push comes to shove. Well done, Liltja.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric broke out into a fit of laughter, even falling backward onto the ceiling of the tower and shaking it somewhat. He was ecstatic, jolly, and all around in a good mood as he stood back up and descended the tower once more, landing with a thud onto his hooves and walking towards the Legion soldiers.*\n\n\"Aye, a new friend of mine went into the keep to help the refugees, so it should go smoothly. Assuming they don't run in terror, that is. Lead the way!\""
},
{
"author": "Skolmir Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Exhaling, Skoll glad this spider situation was done. His guard became lax, relaxing the great sword to his shoulder. Immediately starting to herd in the refugees*\n\n**\"Lets talk of the past once we're out, there's be time for drinks soon... I'm sure you two will need them.\"\n\n*Skoll poking fun of Kolgruf and Tia. Continuing to looking throw the room, sniffing the air wondering if he can smell any new ahead*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The legionnaires lead Rodric over to the cave exit, and make their way inside, spotting the refugees, and the bear. \"Cave bear. Dangerous thing, tread with caution.\"\n———————————————————-\nThe refugees follow, until one of them spots the bear, \"Bear. That's a bear. What do we do?\" Murmuring breaks out in the crowd, they're still a bit confident, but the spell is on its last legs."
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Think you wizards have a spell that can keep it from trying us? Actually we might not need it, there's a lot of us. So long as we keep our distance it'll likely ignore us, since it'd be a losing fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"The boy has a point. Especially since we have that waiting for us on the other side.\" He says pointing at the minotaur\""
},
{
"author": "Liltja Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"I do know one spell.\" *Tia stepped forward and held out her hands. Furrowing her brow, she focused, a twist of green light swirling between her hands. It then burst away, seeping into the bear. Forcing over it a wave of Calm that would hopefully keep it asleep until they were able to make it out of the cave.*"
}
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{
"author": "Skolmir Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Filing the refugees ahead, smelling and hearing them talk of a Minotaur. Skolmir had a light jog to the front*\n\n**\"Aye Rodric, That dragon seems to not have killed you after all.\"**\n\n*Speaking up a bit, still watching for that cave bear. As Skolmir continued to file them towards the exit of the tunnel*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I'm sure you do, big guy.\" The Captain says, \"There's been enough death today, we should let the sleeping bear lie.\"\n\nThe Bear awakes, noticing the large group of people, but as it goes to roar it's hit by a wave of calmness, it moves further away from the crowd, circles a bit, and falls back asleep. \n\nThe refugees release a single, unified, sigh of relief, then murmuring consumes the crowd once more, some of them speak up, \"What happens once we leave? Where will we go? What happens between the opposing sides?\""
},
{
"author": "Kolgruf Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"I plan on going home. Seeing my family. I will not raise my blade against the Empire this day. There's more important things.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus",
"message": "\"The boy speaks true, we all nearly lost our lives today. Spend time with your loved ones. Now is not the time for fighting.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*It was a fairly gloomy day in Falkreath, gray clouds hanging overhead letting down torrents of rain on the town. Within the Jarl's longhouse, the patter of rain was partly muffled as it struck against the roof. A few guards stood throughout the longhouse on duty, and at the back of the central room was a throne. In it sat Jarl Kolgarth himself, with his steward standing close by and his housecarl watching over it all.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Quite a day, quite a few days in fact. I remain deeply sorry for you, Akkar. Know it pains me that you had to lose your grandfather like that. Perhaps soon we may do something about it.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "A purple argonian in bonemold armor enters the longhouse, an amulet around his neck shines with the brightness of daylight, his face is jovial, a fiendish grin on his face. \"Greetings, my jarl, I am Hunter Captain Speaks-in-Tongues of the Dawnguard.\" He taps the bottom of his spear on the ground, \"I have received word of Vampire activity and was sent here to put an end to it.\""
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{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"The Dawnguard... Curious. Well met, Speaks-in-Tongues. Now, to ensure we are on the same page, what sort of vampire activity have you come here to deal with?\"\n\n*The Jarl shuffled in his throne a bit, leaning forward and scratching his bearded chin, all the while looking at Speaks with a curious expression.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"An undug grave, dug from the inside, typical of freshly turned vampires.\" He says, \"I'm sure you're likely aware of what I'm talking about.\" His smile is... Unnerving, \"A threat like cannot be taken lightly. They must be dealt with swiftly.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Then we are speaking of the same thing. Good. It is a very personal matter for me, but much more for my steward here, Akkar. But introductions, of course. I am Jarl Kolgarth, known to many of the locals here as Pine-Beard.\" \n\n*The wooden throne creaked slightly as Kolgarth stood up. From the side of the throne, he took up a finely carved wooden staff, with a distinctive head- a depiction of a dragon's maw in black metal, with fiery red eyes and a glowing orange sphere in its mouth. Likely a mage's staff.*\n\n\"Now then, the vampire in question is Andral Noxilius, his grandfather, and a name you may or may not know. Long before I was born, he served in the Legion. One of the few who earned his keep by merit, not connections. He was there thirty years ago when the Great War began, and not long after it ended, he retired here. Well, I shall refer to you what I sent by courier to Whiterun's good guard captain the other day- he went on a hunting trip a few days before he passed. He and his brother Saverius had encountered a vampire and, by the will of the gods, managed to slay it. Yet it was likely then he contracted Sanguinaire Vampiris, and not a soul in the family knew it for what it was until we saw the coffin broken from inside.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Honored veteran or not he needs to be destroyed.\" He says, leaning on his spear, \"And that is why I am here. Are you aware of anywhere he might have gone?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Unfortunately not, perhaps he is trying to make distance from those that would recognize him. He hasn't contacted any of his kin or friends here, at least. But I would rather he be captured alive, relatively speaking, so he may be imprisoned until a cure is obtained. I am confident that vampirism is a curable condition, even once the disease takes its hold. What do you ask in return for your services?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"That's a no-go, Jarl. It goes against all reason to let a Vampire live. It needs to be slain, destroyed, immolated. Lady Merid would be much displeased with me if I let a vampire live and slaughter a town all because of foolish notions of a cure. The only cure for the affliction is Merid's Light.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"A cure exists, I am certain of it. Think of the hagravens. The witches that reside in the Reach, to the northwest. They gave their humanity up to gain power. The same hagravens that turn Forsworn warriors into briarhearts. Those very same hagravens can be restored, with the right preparation. Not a soul in Falkreath will die to a vampire on my watch, I am as certain of a cure as I am certain of that. Your faith in Meridia is not my business to meddle in. If I am proven wrong, and a cure is impossible, then I shall put him out of his misery myself... But for your sake, Akkar my friend, I hope it doesn't come to that.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Then you are a bigger fool than I, at least I put up a fight. You're basically begging to become thralls or cattle. You would really put an entire city at risk for the sake of one Legionnaire?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"I only intend to make the option available. If nothing can be done, or if he puts up a fight, then my hand will be forced. Do not mistake my mercy for acceptance- a friend turned vampire is a friend no more the moment they attempt to endanger my people.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"The only mercy deserved to the undead is the mercy of final rest.\" He says, fairly flatly. \n\nThere's a noticeable glisten to his scales, as if he was shrouded in sunlight, his teeth also glint, they're plated in silver. \n\n\"If I find the vampire, know this, one of us will die, me or the vampire.\" \n\nThere's a clear lack of humanity given to the vampire in Speaks words, he only refers to Andral as an it or 'the vampire"
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Know that he was a person once. He may still be for all I can tell. But so be it. It has been some time since Andral 'died', so I doubt there will be an easy trail to follow.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"And at one point I was normal Argonian living in Skyrim.\" He says, \"Now I hunt the undead for a living.\" His posture shifts to be more straightened, \"I've hunted harder game. I'm sure a crotchety old legionnaire would be no trouble.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Do be careful. Keep in mind he, albeit with his brother's aid, managed to slay a vampire even though they were ambushed and unprepared to fight such a creature. Whether it was luck, simply a weak vampire, or a genuine sign of skill, I cannot tell you. Still, be careful. He may be old, but he's clever. Cunning.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Heh, it won't even get a blow in.\" He says, \"Undead know to fear my presence, and Lady Merid grants me her strength. That beast stands no chance.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"What good is strength without the wisdom to wield it? Oh, but no matter. What do you ask for in return for dealing with Andral?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I have the wisdom required to destroy the undead, that is all I need.\" He says, \"The Dawnguard ask for nothing in return, although donations to our cause are not unappreciated.\""
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Very well then, I shall see what can be done, should you return alive. Perhaps you should look around towards the-\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The Jarl was interrupted by a sudden sound from outside, audible but muffled. As it grew louder, it became evident that it was high pitched laughter, and the door to the longhouse swung open. Two children, one a small boy wearing a blue tunic and the other a somewhat taller girl in a green dress. They both immediately ran towards the Jarl, saying together:*\n\n\"Pa!\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*Jarl Kolgarth smiled and walked toward the approaching children, bending down to a knee and hugging them both.*\n\n\"Ah, I am glad to see you two again. Silda, you haven't been hard on Borgar again, have you?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He stifles a hiss, he never liked being around children, they're too chaotic. He watches as the brats run by, \"Jarl, you were going to say where I should look? Before you were interrupted.\""
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{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Yes, could you two please leave the room for a few moments? We currently have a guest, and our conversation isn't something you'd want to hear.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Albeit a bit begrudgingly, the two children did nod and run off to one of the upstairs rooms, still laughing a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"You'll have to forgive them, they are children, it is only natural for them to be energetic and enthusiastic. But anyways, I know that Andral has- or perhaps had- a couple friends around Skyrim who might have seen him. Let's see... There's Nalorn Mazellius, a butcher and a veteran of the Great War who lives in Riften. A poet in Whiterun named Sings-For-Skies, a Saxhleel like yourself. Of course, you could also try speaking to Saverius, Andral's brother. He's been a bit of a shut in since Andral died, but he's a good man.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"They'd provide ideas but nothing solid. Vampires rarely seek out those from their life. Especially ones who would go to their funeral.\" He says, \"One must think like a vampire. It's unlikely to go anywhere population dense, instead likely lingering in a certain area in the wilds.\""
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*The Jarl stoically looked the stranger up and down, examining his outfit, equipment, and appearance. He tilted his head with an intrigued expression on his face.*\n\n\"Not many are brave or foolish enough to approach a Jarl without prompt. Why do you come to Falkreath, stranger, looking to speak to me?\""
},
{
"author": "Nuulion Inecil",
"message": "*He stepped off the horse. He was taller than kolgarth, he was seven feet tall.*\n\n\"I felt i should make my presence known. Only the prior jarl knew.\"\n\n*He knelt.*\n\n\"I am Nuulion Inecil. Heart-Father of the Missing Order.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Well met, Nuulion Inecil. Odd, my father never made mention of you or your order. If you urgently need to speak to me regarding this Missing Order, I will need context. Please, come with me. It would be best to conduct this conversation indoors.\"\n\n*With his staff, Jarl Kolgarth pointed towards the longhouse at the center of the town, and began walking towards it. He turned for a moment and beckoned for Nuulion to follow him.*"
},
{
"author": "Nuulion Inecil",
"message": "*He followed.*\n\n\"We rarely made ourselves known in general. The Dominion is not fond of us.\"\n\n*He spoke clearly, with elegance, not what you would expect from his demeanor.*\n\n\"We worship Lorkhan. Shor.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Ah, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. A Missing Order for a Missing God. Shor, the Fox, the inventor of the Clever-Craft. I am familiar with him and his sacrifices. The Dominion hates him for he fought alongside Tsun against their gods and other foreign divinities, and both paid the price of heroism with their lives.\"\n\n*As the two entered the longhouse, the guards nodded in turn, but one Redguard who stood beside the Jarl's seat looked confused.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"My Jarl, you are back already from the Dead Man's Drink?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Aye, Akkar. The mead must wait, for a stranger comes to speak to me.\"\n\n*He settled into his seat at the head of the longhouse, with the Redguard steward Akkar standing next to him. His staff he still held onto, but he detached the sheathed sword from his hip and laid it against the chair's side.*\n\n\"Now, you are free to speak, Nuulion. What is it that you wished to discuss?\""
}
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{
"author": "Nuulion Inecil",
"message": "\"I share a last name with someone who should be of interest to you, and those you align with.\"\n\n*He paused for a moment.*\n\n\"Acollyon Inecil.\"\n\n*Anyone who fought in the war would know that name. The Grand Justiciar of the Aldmeri Dominion.*\n\n\"He has arrived in Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The Jarl did not seem offput by the mention of the name, but one of the nearby guards spoke out.*\n\n\"Grand Justiciar Inecil... My Jarl, if this is true and that bastard is here...\"\n\n*The guardsman's helm shuddered slightly, and there was venom in his voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*Jarl Kolgarth held up a hand, and the guard seemed to recede.*\n\n\"Calm yourself Ulfgeir. Nuulion, while I may not have served in the Great War, quite a few from Falkreath have. Most were laid to rest years ago, but a few like Ulfgeir survived. What evidence do you have to support these claims?\""
},
{
"author": "Nuulion Inecil",
"message": "*He reached into a satchel on his person. But now the Jarl could notice something. A stone, embedded in his forehead.*\n\n\"These are transcripts from the Imperial Command, we have sympathizers in the Legion, for the sake of fighting the dominion.\"\n\n*He handed them to the Jarl. If read, they would say that a ship from Alinor was coming, and First Emissary Elenwen must be present for its arrival. No name was mentioned in the transcript.*\n\n\"Only high officials are unnamed in such documents.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "*He took hold of the papers and began reading over them intently. As his gaze moved further into the contents of the letters, an expression of focus took hold on his face. After around a minute or so, he folded the letters back up and handed them to Akkar, who also read them before putting them in his pocket with a nod.*\n\n\"If the Grand Justiciar is to arrive in Skyrim... Then action must be taken. You have done Falkreath a service in bringing this to my attention. But I must ask, what is it you ask in return for your aid?\""
},
{
"author": "Nuulion Inecil",
"message": "\"A promise that you will accept my people. Protect them if need be. With him here in this province, the persecution of Lorkhan Worship will increase, certainly. For to the dominion he is just the god of Man. A traitor. But to us, he is Creation.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"Your request was fulfilled before you asked- the Empire will have no hand in Falkreath so long as I remain Jarl. You and your people will be protected the same as any other resident of this modest hold. On my word, none shall be allowed to persecute you for your faith in Shor.\""
},
{
"author": "Nuulion Inecil",
"message": "\"Good... Good... I had worried this encounter wouldn't have gone favorably. I don't know why, a misplaced gut feeling i feel.\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"We lost one to the dominion just recently.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Kolgarth Pine-Beard",
"message": "\"I am sorry to hear that. As much as I wish to fight against the Empire and the Dominion, I admit it has been hard on Falkreath, much as it has been hard on all who live in Skyrim. We've all lost friends to this war, and it is my hope and goal to find victory now for peace later.\""
}
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{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "The wooden dummy fell on the dirt, its head clearly crushed from a great amount of force, Adar stood above the dummy, the ex-companion and Werewolf, now a Dawnguard Hunter who enjoyed killing Vampires.\n\nHe then walked up to the nearby table, setting his hammer to rest against it as he grabbed himself a bottle of mead."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He wanders in, an odd amount of pep in his step, almost *Skipping* In, spear on his back using a sling, \"No wonder I smelled wet dog!\" He says with a laugh, \"How's the practice, Adar? Not as good as the real thing, I bet.\" He places a stamina potion on the table and slides it to Adar, \"Not as good as mead but much more effective, in my opinion.\""
},
{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "\"I could smell you as soon as you left the fort.\" He said with a wide grin on his face as he put down the bottle of mead grabbing the stamina potion, \" Its going well, not so much for the dummy though.\" Said the werewolf as he chugged the stamina potion down, he then looked at Speaks.\n\n\n\"So, are you here to train?, or do you search for something else?\" He asked pulling his hammer and resting it against his shoulder."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He looks at the dummy, head completely destroyed, \"Merid's grace, you did a number on it. It'd be nicer if it was a vampire, though.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Direct orders from Isran, there's word of a group of vampires in an unmarked cave not too far from Riften. Could use your snout to figure out their exact location.\""
},
{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "Adar ran his hand through his Bread while he nodded a bit,\"Say no more my friend, today we hunt together.\" Said the Wolf\n\n\"Are we leaving now?, or do you want to prepare?\" He asked raising an eyebrow at the Argonian."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"We can leave now, did as much prep as I usually need, got some broth jarred up in case we need to eat out there, plus some garlic bread,\" He says with a chuckle, he puts the hood of his troll fur cloak up, \"Got some new tricks up my sleeve, too, I had some silver caltrops made by the blacksmith in Riften, been wanting to try them out, and of course,\" He smiles, revealing his teeth's silver coating, he flicks them, with an obvious metallic clink, \"They never expect their prey to bite back.\""
},
{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "\"Good point, you said it was a group... I'll get myself a second pair of armor then, Just in case.\" He stated as he walked to the door of the fort, he walked in qnd stayed in for 5 minutes.\n\n\nHe then returned holding another set of dawnguard heavy armor,\"There, im set now.\" He said"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Travelling light, are we? Lucky I always bring provisions.\" He says with a smile, \"Let's head out then, while the sun's still up. Bastards won't know what hit em.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It's quiet and still, the sounds of training fill the air. That doesn't last, though."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "The argonian seems to appear out of thin air, a bright flash of light appears, the amulet around his neck causes this, he's cackling loudly, \"Yes! Hurrah! My Lady shall be most pleased by this! To have such an artifact, I am most honored!\" His spear is slung on his back, shield hanging from his side, he rubs the stone on his amulet, \"Those vampires won't know what's coming for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "Lokar was amongst the training, more specifically he was helping the junior hunters in their training considering he had a higher rank than them. Likely just being overlooked by a Captain, Lokar himself would be supervising crossbow practice when the Argonian suddenly appeared, where the Nord let off an annoyed grunt, \"What magic makes you able to do that?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Mysticism, Mark and Recall spells. I have the fort Marked which lets me teleport back whenever I need to.\" Channelling magic through his artifact he creates a chair out of pure light, taking a seat, \"Training the rookies with the crossbow?\" He asks, taking a silver coin out of his pack, \"Catch!\" He says, tossing it over to Lokar"
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "Lokar was about to respond, \"Yes, well-\" Then a silver coin was tossed at him, a bit surprised by it in all honesty and mainly confused as to why this Argonian just seemingly paid him. \"You know how it is, you miss one bolt and you're dead. So I want them hitting the centre ten out of ten times.\"\n\nHe looked down to the coin now, he didn't really have any pockets to hold it in except a small pouch at his waist which he tossed the coin into, \"Don't imagine a teleporter like yourself will want to join in, will you?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He mumbles quitely \"No burning. Good.\" Then speaks clearly \"Good call. I like using a Bound Bow instead of a Crossbow. Much lighter, seeing as you don't have to carry it all the time. That and sun magic, a gift from Lady Merid herself.\" He says, he stands up and laughs, \"Should I use a Crossbow, a Bow, or magic?\" He asks, \"Always up for to keep my skills honed.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"In my experience no Bound Bow does better in piercing the skull of a Vampire than a crossbow.\" He said simply with a small shrug, standing beside the targets now with his arms crossed as the recruits continued firing every few seconds in sync, every handful of shots they'd go to collect their bolts if they could still be used.\n\n\"The best way to hone your skills would be to use whichever weapon you practice least, no? Whatever that may be, feel free to join in.\" He now would add on while looking towards a space between two recruits. One Nord and one Breton. Lokar himself was a blonde Nord as seen by his face, hair and physique. With one long blonde braid going down his back and a tattoo of a wolf head along the right side of his head. Matched with a scar going down his right cheek gave him a tough and clearly battle-experienced look."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He smiles, \"Crossbow it is then.\" He says, conjuring a Bound Crossbow, the weapon clearly of Oblivion Origin, placing his foot in the stirrup he pulls the string back, then sets a bolt in place. He crouches, steadying his aim, then presses the lever, launching the bolt. It hits just short of a bullseye, \"Haha!\" He lets out triumphantly, \"Just a bit more to the... Right\" He says, resetting his crossbow, and correcting his aim, getting a bullseye on the second try. \"It'd be harder if it was a moving target, I'm sure. But hey, second try isn't bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"Mastering the foundation is key, a moving target will be more difficult but better when you can hit a still one as it is.\" He now said as he keenly watched the bolt swiftly penetrate the target, just short of the bullseye he raised his eyebrows a bit in surprise, certainly a good shot. \"Not bad at all, get a few into the centre and we can see about a moving target.\"\n\nHis eyes now went over to the recruits, whom he gestured towards a few dummies and into a sparring area. They had enough shooting, now it was time for them to throw hands and use their weapons up close and personally. \"A Bound Crossow huh? Still does shoot like a real one.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Yep, it's kinda like stealing the weapon right from a daedra's hand.\" He says with a laugh, \"I like to think that's what happens.\" He dispells the crossbow, \"That won't be necessary, I don't plan on using the crossbow very often. I prefer using other methods.\" He says, sending a bolt of sunfire at the target, \"Sun Magic is a specialty of mine.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"A personal favourite of mine, Sunfire.\" He said while immediately recognising the spell, he now decided to walk his way over towards the Argonian to stand beside him. Although Lokar himself wasn't that experienced with Sunfire and couldn't fire it in rapid succession, he was still very capable of using it effectively. \"You have equipment fit for killing vampires, perhaps you and I could set off to their lair next time one is discovered. See who can kill more.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Ha! I'd mop the floor with you.\" He says, quite confidently, he smiles, revealing his teeth, plated in silver, \"Lady Merid even saw me fit to bear one of her artifacts. I am nothing if not devout to the cause.\" As one of the few Hunter Captains in the Dawnguard, his confidence is well placed"
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"You can appease Lady Merid all you like, it won't lead you to outkill those blood-sucking animals against me.\" He said with a small grin as he casually sat himself down onto the wooden counter that was used to set down crossbows and bolts, he was just on the edge and with his body facing the Argonian, though his head would be looking out to the target. \"So, what do they call you here anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Aren't you confident!\" He says with a humerous tone, \"I am Speaks-in-Tongues, Lord and King of Fort Dawnguard.\" He says with a bow, there are rumors about this Hunter. It's said he was here when Isran first showed up, and that he allowed the Argonian to stay in return for his aid. Speaks is said to claim that he gifted the Fort to Isran, Isran will never say. They have mutual respect for each other, though. \"And you?\" He asks."
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"I'm Lokar Iron-Willed, Your Majesty.\" He now would say with a small chuckle, clearly he didn't really taking Speaks-In-Tongues too serious despite what's been said about him. In his eyes it was just delusions of a slightly crazy Argonian who merely claimed an old, run down Fort before Isran did. Still though, he wasn't underestimating the Argonian's ability by any means. Just saw him as bit of a joker. \"What's brought you to join us anyway, you a fellow Vampire hater, or here for other reasons?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I suppose a few reasons.\" He says, \"For a decade of my life I was a captive of a group of Vampires who experimented on me.\" He says, \"I broke out and that brings me to the other reason. I am devoted follower of Lady Merid, others refer to her as Meridia, goddess of Life and Light.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "Lokar didn't want to seem like an idiot and ask who actually Lady Merid was, but Meridia actually made a lot more sense now, \"Ah,\" He now began with a small nod, he looked ahead to the Argonian now while still remaining seated, \"That's as good a reason as any to kill them, I'm not someone who enjoys violence but shedding those monster's blood does bring me joy.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"They have blood?\" He asks with a chuckle, \"I don't kill them for sport, I take little joy in it. What brings me joy is purging Nirn of the undead.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"A fellow do-gooder then. Always happy to see that, some of the lads here,\" He said while now looking out to the recruits who were sparring together, \"Strong and young men. Maybe they don't all come for the same reason as you and I do, perhaps they want to gain glory, have some sort of purpose or just even have a hobby. As long as they're here and do their job I'm happy.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He smiles, \"It makes me glad that there are others willing to help in this fight.\" He says, \"It warms my heart.\" He says with a sigh, \"What brought you to the Dawnguard?\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"There was a Vampire, he hid among a bandit gang that killed my father on the road in Whiterun Hold. My siblings and I attacked them, killed them, the Vampire turned out to be a prominent member of some ancient clan, or family.\" He now said with a sigh. Looking away briefly as it had been a while since he spoke to anyone about this. \"My eldest brother died after joining the Stormcloaks and we were burying him years later when the same vampire clan found and attacked us. Burnt our home, hurt us really bad. I took an axe, wielded spells I learnt in the College of Winterhold-got my family back while they were being prepared to be used as cattle.\"\n\nA few moments of silence would then pass, a small shrug was given, \"Moved to the Rift, been here ever since.\""
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Skyrim's pseudo-clans can be quite dangerous. The local strain can be tough to fight against, and most of the pseudo-clans you come up against all come from one ancient clan.\" He says, \"I commend your strength.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "Lokar would smile a little bit at the appreciation the Argonian gave him, with which he responded: \"Thank you, I only did my best to save those I loved like any other man would.\" Then, a hand reached over to him and gave him a quick but firm pat on the shoulder, \"Still though, your words bring me honour, Speaks-In-Tongues. You and I should set off at some point to burn out a Vampire lair, I may go out to Morthal in the coming days and see if I can scour anything out there.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He grins, \"I've heard some rumors about Morthal, nothing too solid, just odd goings ons.\" He says, \"But it's worth a look-see. If there's vampires there we can rid them off this plane.\" He chuckles, \"Plus I've been meaning to test this artifact on some undead.\" He says, gesturing to his amulet, the opal gem of which glistens without any direct light"
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"I've developed a sort of skill in hunting vampires, my husky, Lop also assists in that regard.\" He said as his eyes went past the Argonian once more to the by now exhausted recruits, raising a hand he would shout to them all. \"Drink, rest, we continue tonight!\" Seeing as it would've been cruel to just keep them sparring and training for however much longer the conversation looked to be happening. \"Should I find anything in Morthal, or Hjaalmarch as a whole then I'll be sure to let you know and we can test that artifact of yours, I'm curious to see it myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"It's quite interesting. I can link people's life force to mine, allowing them to be invincible, so long as I do.\" He says, \"As well as creating constructs out of pure light. It's quite the powerful artifact.\""
}
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{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"I've never really imagined an artifact being able to do something like that, well, I have never enjoyed to do much research on artifacts as a whole unless the College made it part of our assignments.\" He now would say with a short shrug, \"I am a simpler man, I use the best weapons that I can and I use them well.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"If it makes me more effective at killing vampires then I'll take it.\" He says, \"That's why I've trained in magic. Every spell I know has a use when fighting against those monsters.\" He chuckles, \"I was never a member of the College, it always seemed to stuffy for me. All my research was done on my own time, on topics that I enjoy.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"Perhaps they were topics you enjoyed, but at the College you'd study on things that you needed to know, or would be better off knowing.\" He now would say in response, before he would stand himself from the table he was sitting on, \"Still though, you seem to be doing well so there isn't too much to debate. I'm taking a trip to Riften to the Bee and Barb for a bit of business, so I suppose this is farewell for now, hmm?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He nods, \"Have fun, and if you come across any undead, put them to rest for me.\" He says with a smile. He stands as well, \"I suppose I should get working on dinner for the troops, it's about that time and I'm pretty sure its my turn.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"Take care, Speaks-In-Tongues. We will speak again soon.\" He said while extending a hand to the Argonian, and once the pair shook hands and said their farewells Lokar would take off through the courtyard, and away from the Fort in the direction of Riften. But that's for another time."
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*One of those Ordinators from the Indoril estate was walking up the path. Just one. Diplomacy? An attack? Hard to tell... He approached the door, and knocked. Softly.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There was a sound behind him, and the smell of decay, only popping up sometimes, as if it was caused by something exhaling, and then a familiar voice"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He spits, scraping his tongue making disgusted sounds, \"Blegh, eugh, gods, never doing that again. It seemed smart at the time but, eugh, never biting a zombie ever again.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*Another knock. Louder. And another, until it was constant. Incessant, almost.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Hey hey! Quit your knocking!\" He shouts from behind Zasana, \"It's just me!\" He spits again, taking a sprig of mint from his pouch and quickly eating it, \"Have you ever bitten a zombie? They taste *Awful*, like pure rot. Wonder why.\" He laughs, \"Wait a second... I know you! You were the one with the weird mask, right? Missing an eye or somethin?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He turned facing him.*\n\n\"Yes, yes, my Defining feature.\"\n\n*He removed the helmet. He had a massive burn around his left eye, which was whitened from said injury.*\n\n\"I'm done with her. I can't do it anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Oooh, I seem to have had an impact. She must've loved that!\" He says with a cackle, \"So, why join the Dawngaurd? I know she was insistent about us being savages.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"She doesn't know I'm gone.\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"I don't believe she's evil, but i can't support her... Her affliction, it's in direct opposition to Dunmer beliefs. Those which she preaches as though nothing is wrong.\n\n*He looked almost angry now.*\n\n\"My Apologies, Sera. A bit of pent up angst.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Yes, I know that the Dunmer reject all forms of necromancy, including Vampires.\" He says, opening the gate, \"I found it humorous that she, a so-called Indoril, would allow herself to be a vampire.\" He sounded oddly cordial"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"She did tell me the entire truth of it... She never chose it. She was Bitten in Vivec, forced to live as a wretch until she attacked a temple caravan and took the gold, then started the farms. I think she's done more good than bad... But she can't have me kill other vampires in the name of Boethiah while she is one.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Quite hypocritical of her.\" He says, \"We'll hunt her in due time, but we need to focus on more pressing matters. There's been an increase in vampire attacks, as you know, we know they're coming from Clan Volkihar, but we're worried there's more to it.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I know, she had me try and track them, see what they're up to. All I could find was a note regarding a vague prophecy, mentioned in passing.\"\n\n*He had overheard her receiving an invite to the castle, or at least her mentioning it.*\n\n\"It sounds bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"As we feared.\" He says, \"Our forces are... Limited at the moment. There's some old friends of Isran's we're trying to locate that he seems to think will be helpful. And getting more aid from civilians wouldn't hurt.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Hmph. You believe you couldn't walk into that castle with that amulet and kill them all now?\"\n\n*He knew combat, not tactics. His smugness was only emphasized by his ashy voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I probably could.\" He says with a laugh, \"But we want our victory to be assured. And more resources is how we assure that.\" He smiles, \"Stuff like better arms and armor, more tricks up our sleeves.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He unsheathed his blade. An ebony katana, rather close in appearance to the Ebony Blade. Though it had a translucency to it uncommon in most ebony weapons.*\n\n\"One sword isn't enough, is it?\"\n\n*He thought.*\n\n\"I can't think of any ways to recruit other than having someone run around and do it. I don't want that job... I'm not the greatest runner...\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I doubt I have the personality for it!\" He says with a cackle, \"Although I'm nothing if not a man of the people.\" He laughs, \"Right now Durak is on recruitment duty, talking to adventurers. It'd be nice to get some major players though, someone with not just resources but influence.\" He chuckles, \"Maven comes to mind, but I'd sooner eat a zombie than try to talk to her.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Then you were lying earlier.\"\n\n*He smiled. He didn't laugh much, not publicly.*\n\n\"I'd sooner kill myself than speak to her. I was there when she made that deal... She does nothing for free, and very little else for money. Unpredictable, and annoying.\"\n\n*He grumbled, and cleared his throat.*\n\n\"The Companions wouldn't, the college might but they have open vampires among their ranks. Idroso in all honesty *Would* Just because of how much she dislikes the Volkihar.\"\n\n*His voice had a bit of distinction to it now. A bit high pitched, but it was better than the gravely voice he had just a moment ago. Maybe.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I know some woman from Morrowind recently touched ground. Object Obscura or something like that? Some merchant lady. Then there's another merchant, that one being from High Rock, some snivelling Direnni.\""
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Oh. Venasu. I'm not sure how much she would care unless we showed her proof of a major threat. She doesn't care about vampires for the sake of it, and she's likely a worshipper of Hermaeus Mora.\"\n\n*He thought.*\n\n\"Why are you taking me in without some sort or screening... Or really any care into *Who* I am?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Isran likes doing the screenings.\" He says with a cackle, \"Main thing I care about is whether or not you're a vampire or thrall, and you're showing far too much free will to be a thrall.\" He says, \"A vampire would've been flinching just being *Near* Me. A gift from Lady Merid.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"No, she never did anything like that. Doing so would've called into question the loyalty of everyone there.\"\n\n*He raised an eyebrow.*\n\n\"You have no problem with Daedra worship then? How does that go over with the *Vigil*?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"We aren't the Vigil.\" He says, \"The Vigil has little choice but to trust us. It was vampires who destroyed their base, and they're clearly not competent enough to defeat the vampire threat. We are.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Good... Good. It's quite obvious that I serve the Three.\"\n\n*He looked around, taking in the place.*\n\n\"We haven't had proper introductions either, besides earlier. I trained the one you killed last, I was impressed with both performances.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"A shame. I gave him a chance to live.\" He says, he was remorseful, \"I am Speaks-in-Tongues, Hunter-Captain for the Dawnguard. Not to sound too proud but I'm one of the greatest hunters here in the Dawnguard.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He frowned.*\n\n\"He was incredibly loyal to her. Nothing would sway him.\"\n\n*He looked at Speaks.*\n\n\"I am Zabbamund Sanabasour. Zasana, for short. Former High Ordinator of the New Temple, well *Her* Version. I was her greatest \"Field agent\". The other was her personal guard.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"One of Saint Veloth's followers?\" He asks, basically asking *Are you an Ashlander?*, \"I can't imagine Lady Idroso will be very happy with you defecting. Especially after my blatant disrespect toward her.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Descended from Ashlanders. If the name didn't give it away.\"\n\n*He looked down.*\n\n\"She saw it coming. Sending me out, just to see if I would come back. My loyalty was an issue for her, she wants those who would die for her. I wouldn't. I was a liability, if anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Well so long as you don't put your loyalty in question with us, you're good in my book.\" He says with a laugh, \"You weren't the one trying to kill me, or bash my head in. You merely stood on the sidelines through the whole ordeal. That whole blood syringe thing was... Bizarre. But it turns out that vampire blood is as reactive to Lady Merid's divine radiance as vampires themselves.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It was sickening to watch. Not... Right. Not at all. My lady Boethiah may be dedicated to Betrayal, deception, et cetera, but I think she would be fine with killing the spawn of her sworn enemy.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I'm pretty sure even Molag Bal is okay with killing vampires. He holds no love for them.\" He says, \"I merely do as my Lady commands. The Dawnguard are my way of showing the world her love.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"You seem like the type not to argue with so I'll keep my opinions about Meridia to myself.\"\n\n*He didn't like her. Didn't hate her, but good deities dont assist slavers.*\n\n\"Is there a tour I should be getting? Just make myself at home?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Everything you need is somewhere in the fort. Mess Hall for eating, Barracks for sleeping, Workshop is built into a cave. So on and so forth.\" He says, \"You'll want to meet Isran soon, though. He meets all the new recruits personally.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"He is the leader I assume?\"\n\n*He began walking towards the main door to the castle.*\n\n\"It seems a bit empty here.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"He is, yes. He was the one who brought the Dawnguard back from being just an old memory.\" He says with a smile, he clearly has a lot of faith in Isran, \"Most of our numbers are out on patrol, either recruiting, scouting, or out on the hunt.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I read about the old dawnguard, she had some books regarding Second Era events... But she... Censored much, considering how much of the major Second Era involved the Tribunal. This fort has been here since then?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I believe it has been, I mean look at it, it's very old, surprised it's still structurally sound.\" He says with a laugh, \"I wonder if she censored the Planemeld, or the Gray Host.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Gray host?\"\n\n*Didn't know that one. He knew of the planemeld, but not the gray host, whether it was censored or not. It wasn't, but anything regarding the Triad was a total unknown.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Sworn worshippers of Molag Bal. A group of Vampires, Werebeasts, and undead.\" He says, \"A vile group. They used the Planemeld as a cover for their machinations.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I've seen... Ritual sites. Remnants of them, like the Remnants of the Dolmens and Oblivion gates. That was them, yes? Something that powerful that it leaves a mark for this long?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I'd believe it.\" He says, he hasn't done much travelling, having lived almost exclusively in Skyrim for his life, \"Major events tend to leave lasting effects on the world. Much like traumas on the psyche.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Gives us something to remember. As to not repeat past mistakes. Words carry only as far as you bring them... Scars... They speak for themselves. Remnants of past mistakes... Mannimarco, the Mythic dawn... Both made mistakes...\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"You can see why we aren't to keen on letting vampires stay alive.\" He says, \"You leave someone with nothing but time... Idle hands are the daedra's playthings.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Maybe...\"\n\n*He grumbled.*\n\n\"So where is this Isran, anyway?\"\n\n*He was back into that voice. It carried better than his actual, softer voice.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As they enter the main hall in the Fort a stream of pure sun magic glows from the ceiling, any undead caught in it would go up in flames. Thankfully, neither of them are undead. Isran could just barely be seen through the beam, on the second floor, \"I'm up here.\" He says, his voice coarse and rough, he makes his way down to the main floor, \"Let's have a look at you.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "His demeanor changes, stiffening a bit, getting a lot more serious than before, \"Sir.\" He says, saluting, and taking a few steps back"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He stood at attention. He didn't look very exceptional at all. Under that armor lied a rather average build, but he was strong despite this.*\n\n\"Sir.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"So, who are you? And what do you want?\" He says sternly, his voice would send shivers down the spine of the weak hearted"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Zasana. Freedom from a Vampire.\"\n\n*He was playing up the gruff, ashy act. These sorts of things... Intimidation, or the appearance of such, was important.*\n\n\"I can no longer bear servitude to her.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Not often a thrall seeks freedom from their captor.\" He says, \"Why come to us? Why not leave the country?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I saw Speaks-In-Tongues, what he was capable of. There's little place for me in Morrowind anymore. I wish to make a Difference, to kill the spawn of Boethiah's sworn enemy.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"So you worked for the vampire who runs the winery.\" He says, \"And you sought us out because you had nowhere else to go.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Correct. I was born there. My *Everything* Was there. I have nowhere else to go.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He nods, \"And how can we be sure we can trust you?\" He asks. He clearly wasn't certain about whether he could trust Zasana, due to his previous allegiances."
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"You can't. I can only give you my word.\"\n\n*He reached into his bag and removed a bottle of wine. Stolen. 3E 296. From Skingrad. Which was inferior but he didn't know the intricacies of different grape types.*\n\n\"A token of my... Loyalty, I suppose. Worth a few *Thousand* To the right buyer.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He takes the bottle and inspects it, then nods, \"Welcome to the Dawnguard.\" He says, \"We'll see about you getting in the field soon.\" He walks off, likely to his \"Office\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I appreciate your consideration.\"\n\n*He turned back to Speaks.*\n\n\"I liked him. Good presence.\"\n\n*He put his helmet on.*\n\n\"Now I have a task to finish. I would appreciate company, but its not necessary. There's an artifact I must recover. Idroso gave me the task. For myself, not for her.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Depends on what it is.\" He says, \"And what's protecting it.\" As much as he liked going on holy quests for old relics, there were some foes he didn't like tangling with"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The Duplici Gladio. The Undaunted last had it, and now it's ended up here. In a vampire den, convieniently. It's in the Velothi Mountains. It was my final task before she would have given me full duties at her side. Perhaps a judge of trust.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He smiles, \"Well, if it's guarded by vampires then it's our job to clear them out, no?\" He laughs, \"So what's this artifact? Whose is it?\""
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The Duplici Gladio is a lesser known artifact of Boethiah. You could guess what it does, duplicates the user.\"\n\n*He paused to clear his throat.*\n\n\"The Undaunted retrieved it from Glenumbra in the 2nd era, now it lies in a Velothi passage infested with vampires.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Well I hope the vampires aren't using it. That could be an issue.\" He says, \"Daylights burning, we should get moving.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He began to walk.*\n\n\"It's actually closer to here than the Vineyard. Hopefully she hadn't sent anyone after it. \""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Here's hoping.\" He says, \"It's just no fun fighting living targets. They don't burn quite like the undead.\" He followed Zasana, he was hyperaware of surroundings, keeping an eye out the edges of their view, bushes near roads, rock piles, ruins, etc"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I couldn't fight them. You'd have to.\"\n\n*He carried himself without any fear or weariness. He exuded a confidence that was enviable.*\n\n\"What's your story? Before the Dawnguard, if you wish to say.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Nothing exciting. Worked on the docks in Windhelm. Then decided I would travel the world. Got abducted by a group of vampires and tortured for a whole decade. Surprised they didn't turn me.\" He says, \"Managed to break out, ended up at Fort Dawnguard before Isran did, but I knew the history of it. I claimed the Fort, and as King Dawnguard I gifted the Fort to Isran, as a show of goodwill.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He remained silent for a moment.*\n\n\"10 years...\"\n\n*He looked down.*\n\n\"I'm... Sorry. That you went through such a thing.\"\n\n*He tried lightening the mood.*\n\n\"It's the Witches Festival today, you know. Maybe a stop in Riften is Due.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I'd rather not.\" He says, \"I don't care for holidays. I'd rather do my job. And ignore Mephala's summoning day.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"No holiday cheer for this one then...\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"It was important among us. Any summoning day of the Three was. There would be a feast, and then the younger ones would go door to door looking for treats... Even Idroso, she would set up a little hallway in the estate, as a little scary thing...\"\n\n*He grumbled.*\n\n\"No. Behind me now. It's a right past riften, then northeast.\""
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"So, when you're in combat, do you prefer being up close or a good distance away from danger.\" He asks, \"I'm not one for strategy but that'll change how I fight.\" He clutches his amulet, \"This is a game changer, let me tell you.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Close. Distance is... Not for me. Magic is a supplement for the Blade. Thats my philosophy.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Perfect.\" He says, \"I'm midrange, hence the spear, but I can adapt easily.\" He channels his amulet, a beam of light arcing from him to Zasana, \"A gift. Now you can't die unless I do.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He didnt want to comprehend how it worked, nor did he want to ask.*\n\n\"Then our partnership will be very potent.\"\n\n*They were coming up at the bend in the road, towards riften. There was a Hollowjack pumpkin on the sign at the crossroads. If only there were a bowl of sweets...*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He smiles, \"It helps that I'm hard to kill, especially by undead abominations. It's a shame that they always hide in caves and crypts. Never out in the open. Big open spaces are where I really excel.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I'm the opposite. Ordinators... Ever since their inception after the Tribunal, trained for close quarters. I would summon something if i was in the open like that.\"\n\n*They turned. It was ahead, a path once frequently used between the Velothi mountains. It collapsed long ago in the Third Era, before the fall of the Tribunal.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Seems we'll cover eachother's weaknesses then!\" He says with a smile, \"Wonderful! Those abominations won't know what hit them!\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*After an uneventful trip past that turn, they would end up at the Cave. There was rotting wooden sign that was unreadable at the ground.*\n\n\"This is it... I can feel it in me. It's here.\"\n\n*So were vampires, judging by the smell.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Smells like death and fresh blood. There's vampires in there, alright.\" He says,\"I'm going to show them Lady Merid's love.\" The aura around him would prevent most weak vampires from getting close, he readies his spear and shield"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He entered ahead of him. He had his right hand on his sword, but he was never one to draw it until he saw danger. From cave, it turned into what was an attempt at some sort of architecture, with Necrom-esque pillars supporting the roof, but they were crumbling, the ones on the morrowind side are why the tunnel collapsed. There were 2 vampires and a thrall just ahead, behind a log wall. Hadn't noticed them yet.*"
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He swoops in and stabs the vampire, a burst of fire, ice, and lightning pulse through it, the silver burning the vampire as it enters. He pulls the spear out, raising his shield to block whatever attack the Thrall has in store"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*The Thrall went to strike with a Glass waraxe. The shield would block the strike, and the axe would shatter. Zasana put a massive cut in his torso and killed him, in an indescribable mutilated mess. It sounded like a few more were coming down the tunnel. There were two vampires coming towards them. They were identical, weilding a black double edged sword, glowing with a liquidy essence.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He cackles, \"Oh this'll be fun!\" He says as he scatters silver caltrops in the tunnel entrance before casting Reflective Light and firing off 3 bolts of sunfire toward the identical vampires, \"Seems one of the vampires has that duplication sword you're after.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He wasnt a combat talker. The two vampires took the sunlight, and fell almost instantly. A bit weaker than one would expect. Coming up, there was the wielder. With 3 copies of himself. With him was a female vampire who had summoned a Havocrel. But Zasana couldn't die, and he charged in, sliding on his knees and cutting the Havocrel's legs.*"
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He enshrouded himself in a box of hard light, with small port holes that he could fire from., conjuring a bound bow he started targeting the copies, keeping the numbers down so Zasana could work"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He would be knocked against the wall of the tunnel by the Havocrel. Tis but a scratch. Still hurt though. He went back for it, looking as though he would slash, but he took that motion and made it an overhead stab in the havocrel's stomach. It would soon return to Oblivion. That left the rest of them. The bound arrows had already gotten a copy. He cast Dire Weakness to Fire on the entire group, then ignited his blade. The already weak vampires would die swiftly from only a few swings. The one holding the Duplici Gladio was putting up more of a fight. He was the last one, but Zasana couldn't break his guard with his sword, he kept blocking.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He makes a the port facing toward the fight larger, casting Solar Barrage he heaves a ball of light just above Zasana and the Vampire, it rains down bolts of sunfire, Zasana would, of course, be unaffected by the sun damage, the Vampire? Not so much. At most he hoped to vanquish the vampire with this move, at least he hoped it would break his guard"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*It heavily injured him. Knocked him down. Zasana would approach him with his sword just above his throat.*\n\n\"None can escape the Righteous.\"\n\n*He brought it down on his throat, and he died. He let go of the sword and it lightly hit the ground. He sheathed his ebony katana and grabbed it.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He dispels the light wall, \"So... Do you think the Opal Charm can work on the duplicates? Imagine it, an unstoppable army of invincible warriors of Boethiah. They'd charge a vampire like necromancers to a crypt!\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He held it in his hand. Staring at it. There it was. Something that had once seemed like a daunting final task, was right here. He thought, and a Clone appeared. Identical to himself, helmet and all.*\n\n\"Try it.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He channels the amulet, a beam of light arcs between Speaks and the Clone, \"Merid's mercy it WORKS!!\" He says, jumping up and down and clapping. He dispels the beam, making the clone vulnerable again. \"So is it like... Its own person? With free will or?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Their loyalty is to Boethiah. Only Boethiah.\"\n\n*Grim. Quite grim. He took the sheathe from the Vampire and put the blade in it, dispelling it.*\n\n\"But so long as I work to destroy Bal's spawn, I think I'll be in her good graces, and his will through the copies will not hurt us. Maybe. You never know...\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Suppose you should stay on Boethiah's good side then.\" He says with a laugh, \"Does this mean you're a Champion of Boethiah? Or just a wielder of one of her artifacts?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"No. Just a wielder. The Champion would have the Ebony Mail, or Goldbrand. In the 2nd era, when this Blade was used with the Opal Charm, there was no champion present. It seems like a more personal thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"A shame, but another daedric artifact is always appreciated.\" He says, \"Let's get out of here, this place gives me the creeps.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Me too... A lot of dunmer died here. That Glass axe that one had... Likely shipped from Vvardenfell long ago. There's likely more... Treasures here, but I'd like to leave.\"\n\n*He turned, replacing his sheathed katana with the Duplici Gladio. He put the katana on his back and began walking.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He follows, using his spear like a walking stick, \"When we attack the Volkihar vampires at their home, I hope you're there. We'd be a deadly combination.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The last time these two artifacts were together, it took a prophecised hero to defeat them.\"\n\n*He didn't boast about anything. It spoke for itself. An undying clone army.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Let's just hope the power doesn't go to our heads!\" He says with a laugh, the power is definitely going to his head"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"That happened to you a long time ago.\"\n\n*He was being sarcastic but he did mean it in a way. They woukd walk out of the tunnel. There were guar skeletons they hadn't noticed before, and bits of broken glass (the green stuff.)*"
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I think I've always been like this.\" He says with a laugh, \"How long do you things these skeletons were here?\" He asks, kneeling down to inspect them, \"They don't belong to any creature I know of.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Guar. You've never seen one? Odd. They're like the horses of Morrowind. Pack animals usually. They used to live in Skyrim. The Telvanni in the nearby tower breeds Bantam Guar... Theyre not related to them though. Closer to cliff racers. I read a lot of books about the creatures of Morrowind.\"\n\n*He was oddly interested in the topic of them. He looked around, eyeing a glass dagger on the ground.*\n\n\"3rd era Glasswork. They've been here since... Maybe the defeat of Dagoth Ur. Left after then, after Almalexia maybe...\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I've lived in Skyrim my whole life, not exactly knowledgeable on anything to do with the other provinces. Not even Black Marsh.\" He says, \"That was a long time ago, wonder what all this is doing in Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I wonder why either of us are in Skyrim.\"\n\n*He said sarcastically.*\n\n\"Things just come and go, and on the way, they get forgotten. It was likely Boethiah cultists who left before Vivec disappeared. I'd like to get moving, I don't like looking at dead animals.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Fair enough.\" He says, standing back up, gesturing for Zasana to lead, \"I, for one, have no idea what caused my parents to migrate to Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Few Ashlanders came here anyway... Most died, so close to the mountain. Maybe I'm lucky.\"\n\n*He led. He removed his helmed now, fastening it to his belt. There was a clip hiding in the Mohawk.*\n\n\"I've never met another Ashlander outside the Vineyard.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I don't even know what an ashlander is.\" He says with a laugh, \"I've met quite a few dunmer, though. Not the nicest bunch, to be honest.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The followers of Veloth. The once scorned worshippers of the Good Daedra.\"\n\n*He grumbled.*\n\n\"I understand that... Especially some of the Telvanni here. We Ashlander's never felt the wrath of the An-Xileel, but many did. A deserved comeback, but it destroyed relations forever. She never hated them in particular. I asked after reading... She blamed the Thalmor.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I can believe that. They want me dead, you know. Rightfully so, quite proud of earning that mark from them. Turns out they don't like it when you make their patrols vanish.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I don't have an opinion really... Dont have reason to. I think it's... Silly that they persecute Talos worship but not the other ascended god's. There's no doubting that Talos exists. He manifested in Ghostgate, sort of... Counseling the Nerevarine. I don't know much else about the Thalmor, though.\"\n\n*They entered the light of... Well... Outside. It was a bit darker now, almost nighttime.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Not liking a religion is one thing, but killing innocent civilains over it? Disgusting.\" He says, a clear snarl on his face, \"The Thalmor are a poor attempt at the Altmer returning to their heritage of the Aldmer.\" He says, \"By wiping out the humans. Or so I've heard.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"If they want to be Aldmer again, none of us are safe. They'll come for the Dunmer, the Bosmer, and anyone else. Maybe the Redguards will finish them, they arent strangers to that sort of thing.\"\n\n*The sky was rather clear tonight. It was though they were being rewarded for their action, with the glory of the starlight.*\n\n\"Maybe there'll be another Pelinal, or another prophecised hero.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"If there is another Pelinal I hope they aren't as... Homicidal.\" He says with a laugh, \"I agree, though, I doubt the Thalmor will stop solely at humans. Argonians or the Dunmer are likely their next targets.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Still mad about Trinimac, then.\"\n\n*He gave a grumbly laugh.*\n\n\"I don't like those who forcefully exert their will on others when they have no business to, why can't people simply... Exist?\"\n\n*Still a bit Naïve.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Well isn't that the big question.\" He says with a laugh, \"The Daedra have a hand in it, I'm sure. Having their people fight holy wars.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The Ashlanders never attacked others... Then the Temple came to persecute us. The Skaal live peacefully... Most Khajiit do...\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"You cant really justify... Well this *Madness* Of the world. Contradicting things bringing others down. It make's no sense. Maybe thats the point.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Who knows. Perhaps Sheogorath is pulling all the strings, attempting to delve Nirn into chaos. Maybe it's Molag Bal secretly leading the Thalmor to subjugate all of Tamriel.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Both are members of the house of trouble's. I wouldn't put it past either. Sheogorath... Much scarier. Many think him just to be cheese and butterflies... Thats what we know. The things that we dont are much scarier. The unpredictable... The unknown.\"\n\n*Some may say attempting to even comprehend the entirety of Mundus is madness. Probably right. He just wished there was peace. They were at that crossroads outside riften. The pumpkin that was there wasn't anymore. Odd.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Don't forget about Madness, or as your people refer to it, Soul Sickness.\" He says, \"And wasn't Boethiah rumored to have had a hand in the Thalmor's attack on the Imperial City?\""
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"These artifacts are not tools to be used for the benefit of Empires or Regimes. They are to be used to carry out the will of their creators.\"\n\n*An interesting way of looking at it. They were passing riften now.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Indeed you are right.\" He says, \"They may be powerful but the are nothing but a way for the creators to inflict their will onto Mundus.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Just as that necklace is used. Killing vampires... Not hiding in dungeons bolstering your own little army.\"\n\n*He unsheathed the sword and looked at it. It was black as night... And the enchantment's aura was unlike anything.*\n\n\"I'm glad they're in the right hands.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"So many sought to use the Prince's power for their own gain. I prefer to use mine for more selfless matters.\" He says with a smile, \"Some may see my fight as a worthless one, but My Lady does not agree with them, and her opinion is the only one I care about.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I've yet to stake my claim on what truly matters to me... Really just starting. But I'll find my way. By the Three, I'll find my way.\"\n\n*Nearing the fort now.*"
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Perhaps if Nocturnal is up to anything bad we will both called. She is the enemy to Lady Merid and Azura, after all.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"As Azura called upon a Hero during the Triad... Though Mephala was with them... Unsuprising though.\"\n\n*They were going down the path and through the crag to the fort.*\n\n\"The Dawnguard is now an organization with an army of Righteous Undying Daedric Warriors. Imagine if the general public heard that...\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He laughs, \"This is true. I'd recommend not using your sword's power in public, keep it a closely guarded secret, as Mephala would want you to.\" He laughs, \"I sound like a priest!\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"You do... There was a New Temple priest there... He was quite wise, wasn't brainwashed by Her. Wish he could see me now. He'd think i was right.\"\n\n*They were going up to the Fort now. Just by the main gate now.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He laughs, \"Wish I had someone who could look down on me. Other than Lady Merid.\" He says, despite the melancholy tone of what he said his voice was chipper, in fact now that you think of it, his voice is *Always chipper*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Daedra are often impersonal. It's important to have... Well *People*. Total devotion and nothing else leads to misery. That's what he told me.\"\n\n*He didn't have that ashy raspy voice while talking to him. He trusted him. Enough to use his real voice all the time. The soft, quiet voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Wise words.\" He says with a laugh, \"I can't imagine he'd like me very much. He'd see me as a complete devotee to Lady Meridia, which wouldn't be wrong.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Different values entirely. He wouldn't know what to say to you.\"\n\n*They were at the gate. The big one. The end of their little trip.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Nobody ever does!\" He says with a long laugh, \"As dedicated as I am to Lady Merid,\" He says, \"Other Princes have gained my interest. And I doubt you'd expect which ones.\" He leans on the wall next to the gate"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Oh dont make me play a little guessing game just say it...\"\n\n*He looked at him with a slight smile. Happiness... Hadn't really felt that recently.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Aww cmon!! Guess!! It's more fun that way!\" He says laughing, \"Ugh, fine. I've been known to dabble in the studies of Jyggalag and Hermaeus Mora. Not as much as Lady Merid, mind you, but the have caught my attention.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Those two... More common these days than you'd think. The Orc under Venasu Telvanni worships Jyggalag. Every other Telvanni worships Mora... Their choice. But those two... Fate and order. A strong mix, something to be careful with.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I am quite careful. I've only done dealings with Lady Merid, I only read about the other two. I'm not even sure if one can speak to Jyggalag at the present moment.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Total order is Madness. The padomaic reality we live in prevents it.\"\n\n*He looked up at the gate.*\n\n\"Can you open this damn thing? We've been standing here for... Minutes.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"You know you could have whenever you wanted.\" He says with a laugh, opening the heavy wooden doors, \"Jyggalag and Sheogorath, two sides of the same coin. Makes you wonder if they're related in some way.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It's not *My* Gate to open,\nI still consider myself a guest.\"\n\n*He seemed confused about the statement. Most believed them to be related.*\n\n\"They must be. Though the Apostles believe Jyggalag to be similar to Sotha Sil. I'm sure they'd tell you if you can find one.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Apostles?\" He asks, he really doesn't know his stuff when it comes to Morrowind, he enters the cold stone fort, a breeze entering with snow coming in with him"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The Followers of Sotha Sil... All have mechanical bits on them. Prosthetic limbs. I'd never.\"\n\n*He followed. He tossed the Ebony Katana at a nearby recruit. Just for them to have.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Sounds fun!\" He says, \"I've always wondered what it would be like to have a sword in my arm. But not like, stabbed in the arm, but like having a sword attached my arm.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Some of them do. Hm. Maybe stop my Markarth some day. I hear theres one there. They're very attuned to Dwemer things these days.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I've heard rumors that there might be one wandering Skyrim. Clad in odd armor, dwarven make but... Weathered.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Then finding one might be easier than anticipated.\"\n\n*He looked around.*\n\n\"I'm going to find somewhere to sleep.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"Bunks are on the right.\" He says with a smile, \"I believe its around dinner, so I'll work on cooking.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He turned quickly to the right but forgot to open the door. He ran into it and knocked his head before very quickly opening it and not saying anything. He just wanted some sleep. It's been a long week.*"
}
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{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*Wrenn sat on an overturned bucket in the courtyard, a small collection of assorted iron knives were next to his foot as he prepared one to toss at the nearby dummy*\n\n\"Wonder when they'll let me go on a hunt..\"\n\n*He spun the knife around and tossed it at the dummy's chest*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*The sound of boots clanking on the ground came. It was one of the more... Competent... Members. He approached. He was dressed in Ordinator armor, with his helmet off. He approached the dummy.*\n\n\"Too High. Wouldn't be lethal on a Vampire. Maybe a thrall.\"\n\n*His voice was rather soft, despite his scarred, ashy demeanor.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"That's why I've got multiple\"\n\n*He picked another one off the stones and gave it a little spin in his hand*\n\n\"How are you doing today Zasana?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"There's a den in Falkreath I've been assigned to clear. C'mon... I know they don't let you out much...\"\n\n*He smiled... He pitied him. He felt he could give him a little taste of something, safely.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Wait really?\"\n\n*He looked up at Zasana with a small smile, turning the bucket back over and putting the knives into it*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Yes... It's not a joke... Just keep it down.\"\n\n*He drew his sword, it had a wavy blade... With a strange enchantment... A deep reddish black glow around it.*\n\n\"So get your things.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I have everything I own already\"\n\n*He patted the two sheathed knives on his hip before nodding to Zasana*\n\n\"Two knives.. And the armor I'm wearing\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He scoffed.*\n\n\"Well... If it works for you I won't make fun of it. You just seem a little underequipped.\"\n\n*He turned to the gate.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Nobody's taught me how to use a sword effectively, nor am I strong enough to really swing an axe.. So the two knives are the only options\"\n\n*Wrenn began to follow behind Zasana*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He pushed open the gate, and mounted one of the Dawnguard war horses.*\n\n\"Get on the back.\"\n\n*He put his helmet on. The helmet was broken over his left eye... His scarred face poked through it.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*Wrenn climbed up onto the horse and looked around*\n\n\"This is a new feeling.. Never been on a horse before\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Where in oblivion are you from? How did they even let you into the Dawnguard?\"\n\n*It was halfway an insult. But also curiosity. He had the horse begin moving and take them to Falkreath. Would be a few hours.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh I'm from Riften... You know the Orphanage in the city.\"\n\n*He looked around as they rode towards Falkreath, watching the trees*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"That explains quite a bit then. I suppose we're somewhat similar... Very sheltered, isolated childhoods. Though you didn't live under the rule of a vampire...\"\n\n*The cape over his left shoulder was underneath him so it wasn't flapping in Wrenn's face the whole time... They were going rather fast.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"She's definitely was a hag, but I moved into the forests when I was old enough.. It was a very interesting experience most days\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I picked grapes in the cold most days... Other's i was being indoctrinated into a little pseudo-cult. It was a comfortable life though... Learned to fight... But it didn't feel right serving a vampire.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Grapes like little berries? That's an odd thing for someone who's serving a Vampire to gather, didn't realize they ate grapes\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It was a Vineyard... She made wine. She would keep a special stock with blood in it for herself. She never really preyed on people... She'd use the dead or a willing servant. She's one of the better ones... Not a savage like the ones we're after today.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"That's pretty cool of her, doubt Speaks wouldn't choose to try kill her anyway though, he's very anti-all vampires from what I've gathered\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"He did. That's when i left her. There will come a day when... When he will. I dont think i ever could.\"\n\n*They were about halfway there now.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"He's definitely a character, not sure I agree with his points sometimes or his methods\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I didn't join to argue his morals. I joined for an escape.\"\n\n*He frowned.*\n\n\"His heart is in the right place but he's a fanatic.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He nodded and began to look at the trees again*\n\n\"I've never been this far away from the fort, it's very pretty\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I'm still exploring myself... I've never been west of Whiterun. I'd like to see the Reach... Or morrowind...\"\n\n*They were now in the hold. The forests here... A bit gloomy... Spooky. They would stop at the actual city of Falkreath, leave the horse there, then walk to the Den.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Morrowind is pretty far away isn't it? Would be a long journey to ge there\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Just over the mountains. It's my homeland... The Ashlands of Vvardenfell. I've never seen it though... My family were all refugees. We ended up on that Vineyard.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Skyrim has a lot of mountains, which ones are Morrowind over? And that's pretty unfortunate you weren't able to see your homeland\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"The ones to the east. The Velothi Mountains, where the Fort is. Named after Saint Veloth, who guided our people from Summerset. There are 2 major dunmer cultures... The Ashlanders and the Great Houses... I'm an ashlander... My full name is Zainzabi Sannasabour. I shorten it for ease of pronunciation... \"Za-Sana.\".\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh so it's not as far as I thought it was.. Maybe I should learn to read. Zainzabi Sannasabour is a cool name\"\n\n*He butchered the pronunciation*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"You probably should learn to read. Not to push it on you... But its important.\"\n\n*They were nearing Falkreath proper.*\n\n\"Do you need any supplies before we go for the Den?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"No I don't think I do, got everything I normally have, and everything I still own\"\n\n*He patted the two knives again before nodding*"
}
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{
"author": "Orchelon",
"message": "Orchelon is at the pier, watching over the incoming and outgoing shipments. Despite the small and hidden nature of the Kruziik Miin, they do have trade with some buyers outside Skyrim. \"Keep up the good work everyone!\" He says before shapeshifting into a small bird, circling the pier"
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "*In the water between the mainland and the isle was... Something floating. A person? On some sort of raft? No... Is that a backpack? He looked cold, and he didn't have any means of directing his little vessel. He was just hoping to float to the island.*"
},
{
"author": "Orchelon",
"message": "He flies over, shifting into a shark and diving into the water. He gently bites onto the derelict khajiit and pushes them to shore. A group of sailors at the docks drag the khajiit onto shore, as Orchelon shifts back into his bosmer form. \"Are you alright, there?\" He asks, \"Is there a shipwreck nearby? Were you thrown overboard?\""
}
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{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"This one thought with haste, and not... Logic. But he is happy he found what he was looking for!\""
},
{
"author": "Orchelon",
"message": "\"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Convert.\" He says, \"How did you learn about us, if you would indulge my curiosity.\" He says, as a sailor approaches with a fleecen blanket, handing it to Hassraska"
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"He heard rumours of a dragon cult... Hassraska asked around... Cult is just a word for religions they dont like, so Hassraska felt it was safe to find you. This one followed the New Moon in his youth...\"\n\n*He pulled the blanket around himself, his ears flattening on his head. He did not like the texture of the blanket... But it was better than freezing.*"
},
{
"author": "Orchelon",
"message": "\"Ah yes, the group led by Kaalgrontiid.\" He says, \"A shame what happened to their order. The Kruziik Miin won't be as unfortunate, I assure you.\""
}
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{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "*\"'Oh don't worry about the travel cost,' they said, 'they'll pay extra for the carriage delay,' they said!* Well i don't know about *You,* But fifteen septims wasn't *Nearly* Worth the trouble of a no-show carriage ride!\" He flung the doors open of the Four-Shields Tavern as he stormed out, making it known that—*Yeah, he was pissed.* \n\n\"Oh but the bright side, at least we ended up getting that carriage ride that ***I*** Had to pay for! Seriously what. A. Cheapskate! Does that stupid Altmer really believe I work for free?! I'm one of the best inventors in the whole province and *This* Is the treatment I'm getting for my contributions to society?! I must be going mad!\" He threw his arms up in a dramatic fashion as he continued to vent rather loudly for nearby townspeople to hear. *Not that he noticed.* When he recieved a letter requesting for him to begin commission work for a noble in Dragon-Bridge, he was actually excited! But when he waited outside for nearly an hour for a promised carriage—*That never appeared—* You can imagine he was pretty pissed. So not only did he waste his time waiting outside of Solitude for a no-show carriage—he ended up *Paying* For his own carriage, which for the record—*Wasn't very comfortable!* And not only did that prissy noble barely pay the preferred price of a fifteen-day-worked-on painting— he had the audacity to barely make up for the no-show carriage! Unbelievable!\n\n\"I want to go home.\" Robin crossed his arms with a heavy sulk and plopped down onto the outside stairs of the inn."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Nel was leaning on the wooden railing of the small terrace the Four-Shields had. In wise foresight he did not join his boss in the tavern... Even though this would make him vulnerable for the potential outbreak that would happen outside the building.*\n\n\"So I guess things continued to go exactly as they weren't planned?\"\n\n*He walked towards Robin, went down the stairs and stood in front of him, also crossing his arms.*\n\n\"...Do you want to go back to Solitude? What's the plan?\"\n\n*Even though the ride Robin payed for was rubbish and his back hurt as much as it was cold in this forsaken lands, he tried to stay calm and keep a small smile in his face... Because nothing was more motivating to look happy than to risk Nelars bad mood would just increase his bosses already really really REALLY bad mood.*"
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He buried his face within his hands and let out a very auditable groan. \"I don't know!\" He grumbled, shifting his hands to pull at his drooped ears in frustration. \n\n\"It's not like we can leave now! I accepted that stupid offer and now I regret it! That offer was for us to stay for *At least* A week to complete any more commission work but—\" He cut himself off mid-sentence with a frustrated growl as he pulled harshly on his ears. \"I could be at home right this second in front of a warm fire—I don't know, just anything besides being in this freezing weather! But now I'm stuck here out of the comfort of my cozy studio..\" The longer he ranted, the quieter his voice became as he eventually clutched the sides of his arms. \n\nThe thin sleeves of his blouse offered no protection from the occasional sweeping breeze of the town. \"I even forgot my coat.. Nelar, please provide a reason why I shouldn't commit arson this very second.\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*His arms still crossed the Dunmer stood in front of his boss and smiled calmly.*\n\n\"Well... There are way to many witnesses around. Let's wait till nighttime and then we can light it up. \n\nHave you prepared for a life as wanted criminal? Maybe there are some bandit clans we could join... If you're lucky they might even pay you!\n\n*Laughing sarcastically, though quietly, he looked around the down. It was a frozen hellhole... Robin was totally right with that.*\n\n\"I'm not gonna ask you to stay here. But we need the job to be fulfilled, don't we?\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "\"I guess..\" Robin muttered tiredly and reached out to tug on his ears for comfort yet again. *\"It still doesn't change the urge I have to burn this town to the ground.\"* \n\nHe glanced around, letting out a loud, annoyed scoff. Maybe he really had spent too much time indoors—even he had to admit that he was *A little* Pampered within his lifestyle to really endure the reality of outdoors.. This was the first time in months he really had stayed outside for more than just five minutes! He stuck his bottom lip out in a childish pout as he scoped the area before he dug around in his pocket for his coin purse. \n\nHowever realization flashed over his face as his eyes widened at the emptiness of his pocket. \"Oh no, no, no, no..\" He began to murmur as fear spread across his face while he rummaged through his pockets then throughout his belt. \"Oh no, no, no—this cant be happening, did you come inside at all?! I didn't give you my coin purse, did i?! I forget a lot—please tell me I'm a fool and that you have it!\" He worryingly gazed to his assistant in a pleading look before he unbuckled his belt and dug through it yet again but as before there was nothing. He desperately tried to remember but then a sickening feeling twisted in his stomach when he realized Nelar never entered the tavern with him upon reaching town. *\"Please tell me I'm going mad and I didn't just get robbed blind..\"*"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Nelars smile faded after he realized his boss did screw up even more that he though was possible...*\n\n\"You took the purse inside... Why would you enter a tavern without a purse anyways...\n\nBy Azura don't tell me it's gone...\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "His ears were pinned down as he frantically searched his pockets again. \"No, no, no, no—I *Always* Carry everything, you know that! I rarely leave my things out—I hate doing that!\" He hopped to his feet as he patted himself down swiftly. \n\n\"I'm an idiot, I'm such a fool—are you sure I brought it inside?!\" His breathing gradually hitched into fast, shallow breaths and a nervous giggle left his mouth in a start of hyperventilation. \"I can't believe this—I knew something was off about that client!\" Robin's short-lived anger turned into devastation as he began to pace shakily along the steps. \"It's not like I can storm back inside—he left me inside moments before because he had to be somewhere!\" He began to fidget unsteadily with his hands as he paced back and forth, \"I can't believe this—please, please, please tell me you have it or at least tell me I must've misplaced it!\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*\"He can't be serious... Oh he just can't...\"*\n\n\"Robin... You took it with you. I don't have it.\"\n\n*Nelar stopped crossing his arms, his hands wandering around his pockets. After he was sure he did not get the purse, his next move was grabbing one of his axes. \nHe walked up the stairs slowly.*\n\n\"How did this Aldmeri fetcher look like? Let's have a word with him, shall we?\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He watched Nelar head up the stairs and shot him a pleading look. \"You don't get it, *He left!* He's not in there anymore—\" \n\nHurryingly, he followed Nelar up the stairs and tugged at his assistant's sleeve. \"I forgot what he looked like, all I know is that his voice was deep and scratchy— but I don't remember what exactly he looked like! He certainly didn't act nor dress like any noble I've met before! But I can't remember, I was too mad to even glance at him!\" Robin looked up at the Dunmer and tugged on his sleeve again, \"Didn't he come out here though? He left saying he had somewhere to be so I thought he left the tavern since he just disappeared! Did you see anyone leave the tavern—please tell me you have!\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Nelar turned around to Robin, quite surprised to be tugged by his boss like that. \nListening to Robins perceptions he massages his temples.*\n\n\"You can't mean the guy that looked like a criminal even of you would encounter him in a snowstorm that renders you blind... Right? \nWas that filthy fetcher the one who gave us the assignment?\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He meekly glanced downwards, his grip still on Nelar's sleeve. He avoided eye contact as he hesitantly asked; *\"...Would you be upset if I told you it was the very same man that asked us to stay here..?\"* \n\nRobin felt around the inside of his pockets again and the dread feeling in his stomach twisted each time he checked his pockets. \"I had no idea he'd be a criminal.. I've been robbed before but not like this! I'm such an idiot!\" Releasing his hold on Nelar's sleeve, he pulled at his hair in exasperation."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Nelar frowns, lets go of his axe and walks down the stairs. He steps around a bit and turns around to Robin again.*\n\n\"...You're the boss. So what now? I mean we obviously can't do anything right now. And the guards are *He looks around* Not really helpful.\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He hopelessly wandered beside his assistant, and continued to pace in place. \"I don't know! I wasn't really expecting to be *Robbed* Today!\" Robin stopped pacing to turn to Nelar and his worried expression shifted to a suspecting one. He slowly approached closer and narrowed his eyes suspectingly; \"Are you *Absolutely positively sure* You don't have my coin purse? Just.. Empty your pockets.\" His tone sounded untrusting and cold but he could never be sure. \n\n*After his last assistant, who's to say Nelar is any different?*"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Standing there in front of the tavern, Nelars look became a mixture of shocked and confused. Was he serious? He couldn't be, right?*\n\n\"...You want me to empty my pockets? Do... Do you think I took it?\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "Robin crossed his arms, taking a moment to look Nelar up and down suspiciously. \"Well.. I wouldn't want to believe that you had taken it but...\" He trailed off, trying to shove down the tange of guilt that began to jab at him. \"Well.. *Go on.* It's only to be thorough, I promise. *If you have nothing to hide, it shouldn't be much of an issue.\"* \n\nRobin had to admit, his tone sounded more malicious and colder than intended but he had to remain persistent. With an expectant look, he gestured for Nelar to empty his pockets."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Nelar raised his eyebrows. Well if Robin wanted to play that game...*\n\n\"So. You want a proper search. No problem.\"\n\n*Nelar went through his own pockets and turned them around. They were empty, since all of his stuff was in a bag he carried, which he also opened. \n\nSome tools, a wooden flute and a spare pair of clothes came out of the back, which laid down on the ground, together with his empty back. \n\nHe smiled politely at Robin.*\n\n\"So. Nothing that looks like a your purse, hm? ...Oh, but wait!\"\n\n*He meddled with his shirt and started to pull it over his head...*\n\n\"Maybe I'm hiding it under my shirt. Let's be sure that this isn't the case, hm?\"\n\n*Soon after he stood in front of the tavern with his fit body exposed to the cold and only his shoes and trousers on.\n\nHe glanced at Robin and raised his eyebrows...*\n\n\"So. Do I need to get that one checked as well? *He holds his trouser waistband* Or are we done here?\"\n\n*Even though he was kinda angry, his voice remained friendly and polite. This wasn't about arguing or insulting... But more about making a point clear...*"
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He silently watched unphased as Nelar emptied each of his pockets. His eyes darted to each of his belongings that now laid along the ground. He huffed reluctantly, *He felt shameful for being wrong in his accusations but he had to at least be sure..* \n\n\"Okay, okay I apo—*What do you think you're doing?! It's cold! Why are you removing your shirt—?!\"* Robin immediately flung his hands to his face to cover his eyes. His cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as he listened begrudgingly to his assistant—why had he removed his clothing?! All Robin wanted was to see if he had his coin purse—*And perhaps check if he truly was a thief but—* Why in oblivion would he go this length to prove such a point?! \n\nRobin sheepishly peeked through the crevices of his fingers and attempted to shoot Nelar a grimacing glare. \"Y-you buffoon—put your shirt b-back on—do you wish to catch a cold or something?!\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Nelars Arms rested on his hips while he was piercing Robin with his eyes*\n\n\"Well. If I'm a thief I should deserve freezing to death, don't you think?\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He shot his hands down in a fit as his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Glaring to the passing by townsfolk, he begrudgingly muttered; \"P-people are staring! Now is *Not* The time for one of your stupid lessons!\" \n\nHe angerly stomped his boots as a wave of childish anger coursed through him. To anyone from an outside perspective, this wouldve seemed as if a little boy had been throwing a temper tantrum when being taught a much deserved lesson—*But to Nelar, this was a frequent occurrence.*\n\n\"We don't have time for you to rub it in my face that I made a baseless but rather *Understandable* Assumption! You're right, I'm wrong—can we move on now?!\""
}
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{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Grinning slightly, Nelar grabs his shirt and starts to put it on.*\n\n\"Yup, we can move on now. Just wanted to hear you saying those last words.\"\n\n*Robins little outbreaks were common of course, with Nelar not really minding them and choosing evasion over confrontation. \nBut when this Bosmer leans himself to far out of the Mimimi-window, even a quite calm being like him is tasked with not taking it. \n\nThe fact that he proved his point wasn't really able to hide the fact that it was freaking cold and Nelar had to pack his back again, which he started right away. \n\nWhile fiddling with his backpack he looked at Robin, still having the happy grin on his face.*\n\n\"So. What's next? Back to Solitude it is,\""
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "*\"'Back to Solitude..?'\"* \n\nRobin repeated those words and his eye twitched with an irreplaceable annoyance. How can he think about going home during such a crisis?! \"Are you mad?! We can't just *Leave!* I've been robbed— how can you even think to go home right now when my coin purse has been stolen?!\" \n\nHe stomped his boots again, each stomp fast and loud as his heels dug in the wooden steps beneath him. He tugged at his ears and pulled as he groaned, \"I can't believe you right now! First, I had to pay for that stupid carriage ride! Secondly, I lost my coat and now I'm freezing! Thirdly, I should've been paid at a more reasonable and deserving price for that painting! And guess what—it doesn't even matter now because that man played me for a fool! *So wipe that stupid grin off your face.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*He crosses his arms, still grinning.*\n\n\"Weren't you just concerned about people staring at us? Right now they seem quite entertained...\"\n\n*Nelar waved at two villagers watching the scene, who quickly start to look busy after being detected by the Dunmer.\nSoon after he rejoins the conversation.*\n\n\"Well, if we need to find the purse we should talk to the innkeeper, right? So back to the weapons it is... *Nelar again took grip on one of his axes and walked towards the inn entrance.*"
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "He immediately lowered his head in embarrassment as Nelar waved back towards the nearby villagers with such nonchalance! The absolute audacity his assistant had! He gritted his teeth with a heavy grimace; \"Shut. Up. You're the one causing a scene..\" \n\nHe clutched the sides of his blouse and huffed at the proposal. \"The innkeeper is no help, don't bother. I already asked where the man had gone and all I received was a shrug! She's useless..\" His shoulders sunk with defeat as he suddenly caved and sat on the ground. *\"I can't believe this*.. Are you sure *You* Don't have it?! Maybe you misplaced it?\" He glanced up towards Nelar hopefully but deep down he already knew the Dunmer's answer."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*He was about to open the Inn door before AGAIN he was blamed for his boss not being able to understand the scamming ability of the Aldmer-Fetchers... Nelar turned around in a swift motion...*\n\n\"With all due respect... If you ask me one more time if I have your purse, I'm going to run around this cold little town as the gods created me and scream for your purse to please come by immediately. And we both don't want that, right? \n\nLet me talk to this Innkeeper. This is not Whiterun. There can't be so many visitors here that she wouldn't be able to tell us something.\""
}
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{
"author": "prettybloodsucker",
"message": "Katya had been running for the better part of the night. Light on her feet and virtually untiring, she had made quick work of the distance between Rorikstead and Dragon Bridge. All because of some damned book. She had learned of a trading caravan that might have rare books, especially on illusion magic. She had just missed them in Rorikstead and then had to wait out the sun before she could travel fast again. By that time they were way ahead of her and headed for Dragon Bridge. So she followed them, tracking them all the way to Haafingar. It was unexplored ground for her, as he hadn't strayed that far north before.\n\nShe finally caught up to them just as they reached Dragon Bridge and didn't have to spend too long in town to get the book. It cost all the gold she had on her, but she didn't care. The gold wasn't her's strictly speaking anyway. With the new book in hand, she stopped to think about the long way back home. From all her little excursions and flights of fancy, this one had gone too far. Great. Unfamiliar hold, unfamiliar town, few hours till morning. Just great. She walked back over the quite interesting looking bridge that the town was undoubtedly named after. She'd read about it before, but it was far more impressive in person. \n\nBetter get out of the town. Katya wasn't too excited about spending a prolonged amount of time among people, especially in a town she didn't know. But she also didn't quite feel ready for the long trek back to her lair in Falkreath. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do next. Wandering aimlessly as she did, she sometimes got these moments of indecisiveness, where she had no plans for the next day or even the next hour. After crossing the bridge she sat down on a rock by the side of the road and began absent-mindedly thumbing through the pages of her new book. What to do next? She almost hoped life would just throw something at her and save her from making up her mind herself."
},
{
"author": "Lithndil Faeor",
"message": "*Leaning against one of the pillars of the bridge, a large figure stood amongst the shadows. The eyes of the silhouette gleamed within the darkness, fixated on the golden instrument in their grasp. From the end of the bridge, soft strumming could be heard and a familiar melody filled the air around them. It was a lullaby, a sweet, mesmerizing song that resonated throughout the becoming dawn. The plucking didn't cease until the sound of approaching footsteps were audible, and the last vibrating string softened into silence. The person remained still as they waited for the passersby to continue on their way.*\n\n*Except that was just it. Once the passerby strolled by with her head in a book, their eyes flickered to study the passing stranger. A traveler? Their hand came to strum a chord just as the young woman made it to the next pillar and they chuckled.* \"Good morning to you, Miss.\" *The raspy voice called,* \"Quite the peaceful hour for traveling, no?\""
},
{
"author": "prettybloodsucker",
"message": "Katya stopped and turned her head at the stranger greeting her. She didn't raise her head too much or attempt to look into the stranger's eyes. A force of habit she had learned to avoid being revealed as a vampire, as she didn't know any magic that could mask her ever so hungry eyes. \n\n\"Yes- I... Suppose it is\", she answered in a friendly, but hesitant manner. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say or if she even wanted to stop and have a chat. She didn't know what she wanted to do next, but being chased out of town with torches wasn't it. She dared to look up enough to recognize them as an Altmer... That's odd. Thalmor? She didn't know of any other Altmer in Skyrim, if you don't count some of the rich shopkeepers in the bigger cities. \"Good hour for minstreling, too?\" She asked, breaking the little awkward silence."
},
{
"author": "Lithndil Faeor",
"message": "*Another chuckle rumbled from the stranger's chest,* \"Well, there's little time for that in daylight. Bustling crowds, trotting horses.. *Pestering* Strangers..\" *The emphasis on the word 'pestering' could either be interpreted as condescending or.. Creepy. The distinction blurred.* \"Besides, the night is much.. Calmer, I'd say.\" \n\n*The stranger ran their hand down the lyre's strings, and their head lowered,* \"Can't say I recommend traveling at this hour though, especially in a town where travelers come and go, whether it be criminals or what have you.\" *The figure shrugged indifferently and laid their head back against the pillar. A strand of blonde hair could be seen falling just in front of a pointed ear. Despite their relaxed form, the stranger's bright eyes were trained on the young woman.*"
},
{
"author": "prettybloodsucker",
"message": "Katya got the distinct feeling she was being talked down to. She let out a little, frustrated huff. Shifting her weight onto one foot and cocking her head to the side, she said in a snooty tone: \"I *Can* Handle myself...\" She peered at them from under her hood, careful not to let them study her face too closely. \n\nFew things irked her more than being talked to like a kid. Guess that's what you get for becoming a vampire as a fresh-faced 19-year-old. It was the same back in her little coven... Even her fellow vampires sometimes forgot that she wasn't quite as young as she looked... Though now those memories seem much more wholesome, wish they were still here... She pushed the thought aside and refocused on the stranger in front of her. Something about them seemed... Off."
},
{
"author": "Lithndil Faeor",
"message": "*The stranger cocked an eyebrow, realizing she must've misinterpreted their tone. But instead of adorning an apologetic expression, they smirked, finding amusement in her discomfort.* \"I did not insinuate your incapability, my dear.\" *They stated,* \"I was simply explaining the mere dangers that await for you.\" \n\n*A sudden hand motioned from beneath his cape and he gestured to distance where the main path continued.* \"There leads to Solitude, but it's not the road you have to be weary of, it's those who lurk upon it.\" *They slowly brought their hand down and returned it to the frame of the golden lyre, holding it within a tight hold.* \"I'm merely suggesting for you to be careful. After all, even the most capable of travelers face unexpected *Vermin.\"* *Their skilled fingers began to ghost over the various strings, moving with precision as they created a different tune.* \"From experience, I urge you to be careful.\""
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{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "*Ahdria's straight face did well to hide the rage that was currently burning through her body- causing her to feel as if she could very well explode at any moment.*\n*They'd left. They'd sent her into a dangerous situation... For not even a hint of compensation.*\n\n*She sighed softly, glancing around the tavern- luckily for her, most of the townsfolk had already went home for the night, and those that remained were either too tired, or too busy to bother her- and chose an empty bench in the corner to sit in, leaning her spear against the wall.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil walked over to Ahdria with two coin purses, one a bit bigger than the other. She sat on the opposite bench with a huff, placing the smaller purse on Ahdria's side of the table before pocketing her own.\n\n\"There we are. Business done,\" She said, folding her arms on the table and looking around. \"Seems your people cut and ran. Sorry about that. Terrible feeling.\" Her gaze fell to the table as she thought for a moment before looking again to Ahdria. \"How about a round of drinks, maybe some dinner? On me. You definitely deserve more than that measly sack of coin.\""
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"This one thanks you... But really, there is no need. Ahdria has no need for these things... She is just bothered by the actions of this person; why hire someone, then disappear? She very much hopes that this doesn't turn out to be something much worse... But then again, perhaps they were simple unable to pay the cost, and very much afraid?\" *Ahdria slowly placed the sack of coins she'd been given in her pocket, her tail-tip twitching slightly as she spoke.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Probably the latter. That's been my experience, at least. But what'll you do now? You're part of a caravan, right? Gonna go join back up with them once you're done here?\" She asked."
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{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "The odd dremora can be seen sitting at the shores of Haafingar, simply relaxing on a cold day, the salty smell of the ocean filling the air, he can be seen playing with a rat of some sort, though from a distance it's hard to tell what sort"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*Maeve traveled through the nearby forest heading for the same shore. Since the air was not as freezing cold as usual she wanted to bathe and perhaps catch a few fish. She hummed along to a song she had picked up from one of the bards back in solitude. She had enjoyed their company. They always sung loudly in the tavern especially the drunkards from the bards college. It cheered her up and she planned to return there. She made her way out of the thicket and onto the stones that marked the border between the forest and the shore. She was surprised as she spotted the far off figure. She had expected to be alone and to encounter someone else in this wilderness was beyond unusual. She shrugged it off and approached the figure still humming while doing so. She stopped when the figures features became more distinct. She had never seen a dremora before. Was this perhaps some sort of odd elf? Regardless of the answer curiosity got the better of her and she walked up to the man offering a handshake.*"
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He stands up, tilting his head as the nord woman approached him, *That's odd*, he mouthed to himself, as the woman could see more an more details she'd notice the horns, first off, a rare sight on any elf, except maybe a Bosmer, but they have antlers, and these are horns, and secondly his face paint. Although he could easily be mistaken for a Dunmer, the finer details of his appearance would tip any mage off as to what his true nature is. Although he does lack the telltale suit of black and red Daedric armor, only having a few pieces instead of the full suit.\n\n\"Can I help you, *Mortal*?\", he says, his voice having the demonic tone to it that all Dremora do, though his voice isn't as deep, he stares at her hand as she extends it, now that they're face to face the rat is more clear, it's a Daedrat, looking like a normal rat but with what looks like bony armor. \n\nZethizz speaks up again, \"Are you here for a *Blessing*?\" He asks, there's an odd emphasis on the word, routing a layer of suspicion as to what the 'blessing' is"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„As if you were a divine in disguise.\" *She retracted her hand and dropped into a cross legged sitting position. She tilted her head* „What even are you? Some kind of elf? A weird Bosmer?\" *She said squinting as if it would make it cleared what exactly this strange man was* „Are you feeling sick? Whats that facepaint for?\" *She asks basically bombarding him with questions*"
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"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "The daedrat skitters from his arm onto his hand, \"It thinks I'm a mortal!\" He says to the rat, with an unsettling laugh, \"Is it not obvious?\" He says tapping on his horns, \"I'm a Dremora. I work for Peryite.\" He laughs when she asks if he's sick, he laughs *A lot*, as he concludes laughing, he speaks, \"Have you never seen a Dremora?\" He asks, looking her up and down"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„I have not- Its most strange to see someone like you.\" *She said poking at his horns* „Peryite you say? Pestilence eh? I never understood how the uninitiated would turn to such a fate. There seems to be no benefit\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"I do not choose who I work for, I was born into the role.\" He says, \"Some see the disease as a blessing, and those who accept his blessings are granted resistance to the malady's more ... Lethal effects. Others see the diseases as a great equalizer, a symbol of true, natural order.\" He adds, \"Many who worship Peryite see me as a... Prophet, the 'Plaguebearer',\" He says with disdain in his voice, \"It takes everything in my power to keep those madmen in the Reach from following me everywhere I go, they're quite annoying.\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*She nods taking in his words* „I say that sounds like something we tend to doing,\" *She shrugs* „We cling onto things to give us certainty in this strange world. Laws, books, gods- whatever it may be. But if you truly are an agent of the daedra... How do you even come across the commonfolk? You would be attacked on sight in the towns and villages.\""
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{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„I am a witch. I do not trust in the blessings of Talos, Akkatosh, Dibela and the likes. I trust in magic. Unconventional magic. And people dont like the risks that come along with it- theyd rather burn it all.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "He laughs, a certain darkness can be heard as he does so, \"Ah yes, I've known a few witches, not many Nords, though. Most of them were Bretons, or those insane Forsworn, and and a few Dunmer, all of them worshipped the Princes, a few worshipped my Lord Peryite.\" He tilts his head, \"Do you swear fealty to a Prince?\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„I do not pick. Not yet at least. But Ive studied Peryite a few times now. Unfortunately my knowledge of the daedra is limited. Very limited. So many things I couldnt cure... So many lives lost.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Is that not the beauty of it all?\" He asks with a smirk, \"It's Natural Order, keeping nature's balance.\" He says, \"All life must be kept in check.\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„While that may be true sometimes it afflicts the wrong people. It rids the world of what little good is in it instead of actually balancing anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Your morals are subjective.\" He says plainly, \"What you may believe is the quote-unquote wrong person, another may believe that the person deserved their fate.\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„What you believe is blessing others perceive as a curse. Tell me... If the daedra where objective in all their actions, why are they still feuding over their territories in oblivion?\""
},
{
"author": "Zethizz",
"message": "\"Peryite isn't concerned with that.\" He says, \"I know nothing about the goals and what makes them do what they do, I don't involve myself in the inner workings of the Princes. And neither is Peryite, and it's best if it stays that way\""
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{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "Somewhere deep within the woods, while the sun began to set upon the west of Skyrim, was a Dunmer. Black Robes, a bamboo hat, and sandals. He played on his pan flute, playing a tune that was simply called \"Breath of the Grass.\"\n\nIt was a soft, slow, yet powerful tune that softly echoed nearby. The dunmer was sitting on a rock, facing west as he would play his flute.\n\nHis camp nearby."
},
{
"author": "Orintus Geolette",
"message": "Nightfall was inbound, and it was time for Orintus to head back home, following a day's worth of 'contained adventure' in and around Dragon Bridge. He promised that he'd just buy some jewelry and go, but found himself doing a mountain of labor just to make up for his insufficient funds; up to and including his natural craft, woodchopping.\n\nBut now, he has what he came for, some pocket change, and some extra wood as thanks for the help, all stuffed in his knapsack. He'd be somewhere along the road when- from a distance- he could hear the unmistakable sound of *Music*. Now, he knows that all sorts of dark mages and odd creatures live neck-deep in the forest, but- seeing as how he could easily sprint back the way he came- he decides to press in that direction.\n\nLeaves rustle as the argonian makes his way closer, ever-closer towards the confusingly-dressed Dunmer, clearing his throat as he makes his way up. Thank the divines that he's wearing his normal clothes today, or else he *Might* Come across as a bandit to this stranger.\n\n\"...Do people *Usually* Play music neck-deep in the forest, or are you trying to attract bears?\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "The flute playing stopped, and he gave a soft chuckle.\n\n\"Bears only only hunt for bigger animals. Us mortals are not their prefered choice of food, unless they are desperate. Besides, the music more of draws them away; but others...\" He paused.\n\nSoon, a squirrel came from and tree and went towards the Dunmer. He sat down, awaiting an acorn to be passed down by the Dunmer whom would gently rub a finger on his head. The squirrel would then climb onto the shoulder of the Dunmer and begin trying to rip apart the acorn.\n\n\"Love the music.\" He would finish.\n\nThe dunmer would put the pan flute into his bag, yet he remained seated on the rock. His legs crossed \n\n\"What brings you far from Black Marsh? Strange to see an Argornian in one of the most frigid regions.\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Orintus Geolette",
"message": "Orintus would allow himself a glance at the man's flute, his eyes trailing towards the squirrel as it eases its way up to the dunmer, like a lost lamb to its shepherd. He'd be jealous if he wasn't concerned with the negative effects of being a fairytale princess.\n\n\"Uh,\" He's quick to respond, a statement formulating on his lips. \"I thought they were hungry for just about anything. They're predators, after all; if I was a bear, I'd probably be going for some poorly traveler.\"\n\nProbably not the best time to be discussing the concept of bears and predatorial behavior. There's plenty of other things to bring up. Recalling the latest question, Orintus offers up a response in kind.\n\n\"...Black Marsh? Like- the place, or-? Ohh, no. No- noooo, no. I'm from *Cyrodiil*, you see- born there, raised there, moved here. First three steps, all part of the Economic Mindset. And, yeah, the environment isn't very... Receptive, nor are the people, but what can you do? Just need to get acclimated.\""
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha walked over to a dying deer, an arrow in it's neck as it whimpered and huffed.\n\n\"Damn... Was off by an inch... Sorry girl...\" She kneeled onto the ground and would pet the deer.\n\nIt's eyes looked around, but then back at the Bosmer. She would then pull out a dagger and shove it into the heart of the animal. It let out one last whimper before it went limp, Isha closed it's eyes.\n\n\"Poor thing... Gotta be more careful.\" She commented to herself and began to gut the animal right then and there. It was going to be their meal for the night."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "Mandor Enellius, a Quaestor of the Legion currently off-duty would coincidentally be in the area also hunting. He heard of the deers initial whimper(s) when the arrow had struck some moments ago, the Imperial man in his a brown tunic and black trousers and with black boots, armed with his hunting bow with steel arrows, and a hunting knife at his waist would swiftly move in the direction of where he heard the deers dying whimper.\n\nHaving shuffled through the trees and bushes briefly, he saw the fellow hunter skinning a target that could've been his had he been there sooner, or tracked the deer better. Whatever it may be he was late and wasn't too fussed with it. Hunting was both physical and mental exercise for him, alongside sport and possibly a nice meal. It was generally a very positive experience for him.\n\nMandor, being the ever-social soldier would decide to sling his bow over his back and begin to approach the Bosmer from behind, having noticed the slightly off-put arrow he winced a little bit to himself, not enjoying watching the painful death of an animal. \n\n\"Hello there, hunter.\" Mandor now said as he stopped a bit of a distance away just in case the Bosmer got startled. It wasn't likely to happen but during his experience anything and anyone could react differently."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Her ears twitched, she knew somebody was coming and it wasn't Elroy. She would have heard his clanky armor and she knew he would never leave camp unless it was an emergency.\n\nShe had her bow ready and turned around, arrow pulled and aimed at the Imperial.\n\n\"Hello...\" She called out, arrow still aimed at the man.\n\n\n\"What's your business here? Surely a Bosmer can hunt in peace?\" She asked.\n\nYou never could be safe, especially after a close call with thieves that made her on edge. Last time she was open to a man, she had a dagger to the neck and her values and then Elroy went berserk. Something about thieves always made him go on edge. He always seemed calm and collected, and that guard mentioned something about some family... Something was off and that sly captain knew something."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "\"An elf can of course hunt in peace, but I'd have expected more natural coalition to an Imperial. A people who oppose directly the High Elves, which last I heard didn't treat your people too well.\" He said as he would slightly raise his hands upwards, not too high but more extending his palms out to show her he was no threat. \n\n\"Politics and race aside, I merely wished for a friendly conversation with a fellow enjoying the art of hunting and taking in the beautiful wilderness.\" He now would say with a small shrug, his small caution and awareness of a strangers reaction to another clearly paid off.\n\nHe was a fairly tall man at around 6', lean in muscle and with a clean shaven face, and naturally curly but still short pitch black hair. Almost as Imperial as a man gets, although he didn't look like a merchant or trader that most of his race were."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She scanned the man with her solid black eyes, looking up and down. \n\nHe seemed like he was fine, if anything she could probably fire an arrow in his knee and run. If anything she would scream bloody murder as a last resort, knowing fill well that Elroy was not far. Of course that's if she needed to. She was no sword fighter and this man easily would throw her around like a dog's chew toy should they had to fight.\n\n\"You a hunter? Don't look the type...\" She teased, lowering the bow and placing the arrow back into the quiver.\n\nShe then went back to skinning the deer."
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{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "*Thanks to her spear, Ahdria heard the conflict long before she'd arrived. She hoped that whatever, or whomever they were fighting were on the same side as her... It'd make things much easier, plus, she doubted she could take down more then the dozen or so she'd been sent after...*\n*She let out a soft growl, tightening her grip on Sutakhrass as she dashed towards them. She pulled the skull on her head down over her face as a sort of protective mask, bursting through the trees.*\n*She lunged at the nearest bandit, nodding curtly at the cloaked figure.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Focused on the wall of flames, the bandit that Ahdria attacked hadn't been prepared in the slightest and went down without a fight. Two of the remaining three turned to face the Khajiit, one with a spear and another with a hatchet. Bjorn, the leader, was charging at Mirihil now that the wall was down. She cast Accelerate on herself and lunged forward and past him, slashing his neck before he could react and driving her sword through the stomach of one of the bandits that had turned to face Ahdria."
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "*Ahdria didn't have time to thank her- not yet. She dove, swinging the shaft of her spear at the side of the remaining bandit's leg with enough force to topple them to the ground.*\n*She unsheathed her dagger, throwing it at them, before swivelling around to check if there were any bandits left to dispatch.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "All Ahdria would see was corpses and cinders. The bandits she'd just dispatched had been the last. \n\nMirihil walked over to the leader's body, sheathing her sword before taking the helmet he wore. She inspected it, finding the gray gash in the metal she'd been told would distinguish it. With that done, she turned towards Ahdria. Her hood had lowered in the fight, leaving her whole face exposed to the dim light of the still-burning fires.\n\n\"Good work,\" She said. \"I'm Mirihil. You hunt these people down too by coincidence, or did you also get hired to take them out?\""
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{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"Ah, this one feels that that would be fair, however you did most of the fighting... So perhaps you could receive 3/4ths of the payment...?\" *Ahdria paused before continuing* \"A merchant travelling the roads between Solitude and Dragon Bridge offered Ahdria this job, although he seemed rather... Frantic? Ahdria was almost pressured into it... Hm...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She shrugged and said, \"If that's what you're offering, I won't object.\" She pushed off the tree she'd leaned against and walked up to the fire closest to her, kneeling down and stretching out her hands to warm them.\n\n\"Where's that merchant now? If he's in Dragon Bridge too, we could just head back together. My client offered me one hundred and fifty septims, by the way—did yours offer more?\" Her gaze moved from the crackling fire to Ahdria as she asked her question."
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"No, Ahdria was offered a measly 100 septims. One would think that if that merchant was so desperate to dispatch of those bandits, he'd pay better eh? And this one supposes that would be wise, Ahdria heard quite a few wolves on her way here...\" *Ahdria put her spear back on her back and sat down, looking like she might sprint away at any moment.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil gave a small chuckle in response to Ahdria's quip about the merchant. Merchants were always either the biggest spenders or the stingiest pricks as clients in Mirihil's experience.\n\n\"Right... We should head off then,\" She said as she stood. \"Town's walking distance, but I can conjure a couple Daedric horses for us if you'd like.\""
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"That would be appreciated, this one thanks you.\" *Ahdria nodded, quite glad that she wouldn't have to sprint all the way back to dragonbridge. Yes, it was good to keep in shape... But she'd already made this trek once, and that was more then enough.*\n\n\"Apologies for asking, but Ahdria was curious, what is your story? It seems many interesting folk can be found in this province as of late\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil gave a hum and a nod before bringing her left hand up and forming into a half-fist. A sphere of swirling violet energy appeared in her palm. She fully opened her hand and pointed her palm at the ground before in the same motion, a horse of crimson spirit appearing there. She repeated the process for Ahdria before mounting up.\n\n\"I'm eighty-two years old. You want the long or the short version?\" She asked with a small smile."
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"Hm, that depends- if we were walking, Ahdria would ask for the long version... But she feels that the horses may be in Dragonridge long before you are able to finish- as these conjured beasts seem much... Faster then the natural kind.\" *Ahdria was even more impressed now- she was that skilled of a fighter at that age? But then again, she knew little about the aging of other races.*"
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{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "There was a noticeable silence from Mirihil as she contemplated her response. \"Forgive my candidness, but that seems like a harm...\n\n \"All grief and fear brings is... Is danger... One cannot protect others if they're stuck in their own personal darkness... This one has known this since childhood... This has always been how things has been in Ahdria's family, and that is how it will remain...\" *Ahdria sighed softly, her ears flattening slightly."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil couldn't help but feel sorry for Ahdria. This philosophy had seemingly been pushed on her since birth, and now it looked like she was using it as a coping mechanism for the deaths of her siblings. Mirihil didn't want to overstep, but she felt like she had to say something.\n\n\"Hard to protect others if you're constantly running from it too,\" She eventually said. \"But even past that, sometimes you deserve to be a little selfish. You're not some unfeeling creature. You're a person, and you deserve to view and treat yourself like one.\""
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"This one does not run away, Ahdria just simply... Pays it no heed, as it is not warranted. Others may grieve, yet this one will not be selfish, even in the slightest, for then she will cause others to grieve more then they already have...\" *She looked away, slightly irritated by the fact that Mirihil was so... Pushy about this...?*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"If you say so,\" Mirihil relented. Her years had given her many strong-suits, but resolving emotional issues had never been one of them. \n\nShe basked in the crimson glow of the Daedric horses before thinking up a different subject. \"So, how'd you end up coming here from Elseweyr? Any specific extenuating circumstance, or was it just a choice you made?\""
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "\"... It is a long, and complex story... But by chance this one ended up joining a caravan which travels across the continent, this simply happens to be our current stop...\" *She shrugged, secretly glad for the change in topic.*"
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{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I see,\" She answered. \"I've been to Elseweyr a few times. Considered settling down there once I get old, but that's something for future me to think about.\"\n\nEventually, they'd see the lights of Dragon Bridge breaking through the darkness of the forest, and the thumps of hooves against dirt would change to a distinct clopping. \"Looks like we're getting close. We should go in on foot—riding in on some conjured Daedra tends to attract unwanted attention,\" She said as she dismounted, waiting for Ahdria to do the same before dispelling the two Daedra. A wave of unnatural heat washed over the area before disappearing with a cold gust of wind.\n\n\"My client was at the inn. I'll get us the reward. You should probably find your client, close up your contract as well,\" She said as she cast Moonlight, the small mote of bright light hovering above her shoulder and illuminating the path ahead."
},
{
"author": "Ahdria",
"message": "*Ahdria nodded, pretty much jumping off the horse, to avoid the awkward hassle of trying to do so normally with her more felinoid legs. She took a deep breath, turning to her* \"This one shall do so... Hm, and good luck on your journeys, there has been something strange on the winds as of late...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Thanks, and likewise. Got a bad feeling about this war. Prophecies and such. We'll see if they turn out to be true, I suppose.\" \n\nAs they approached the inn, Mirihil dispelled her Moonlight and walked up the stairs to the door. She held it open for Ahdria before following.\n\nThe place was comfortingly warm and relatively empty on account of the late hour, leaving only the crackling fire and the dim light it cast throughout the inn. The smells of spices and herbs wafted through the air like memories of the night's recent patrons.\n\n\"That's him at the counter,\" Mirihil said, giving a nod to a man sitting at the bar. His clothes were fancy enough to assume he was some sort of merchant, and he certainly looked out of place.\n\nShe approached and announced, \"Job's done.\" She untied the bandit leader's iron helmet from her belt and handed it to him. He inspected it, nodding in approval before handing her a heavy coin purse.\n\n\"Pleasure doing business,\" She said, tossing it into the air and letting it land straight back in her palm. She turned to Ahdria and poured the appropriate amount out into her palm before handing it to her new compatriot."
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Something hulking was wandering the forests today. A towering figure draped in thick fur and leather, nearly the height of a smaller giant with the shape of a man but the head of a long-horned bull. A minotaur. Unarmed, but given its size that likely wasn't a good thing. It had made its way through the hills of the Reach all the way to Haafingar, and now it approached what looked to be an old Nordic ruin from the distance. But as it drew closer, it saw the tall statue that was erected over it. From where it approached it couldn't make out who or what it represented, but it seemed to be a person. Rodric looked on at it with mild curiosity.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*There was a horned figure at the base of the Shrine, sitting by a fire. The smoke would be visible for quite a distance. There was a tent behind them, but thats really all that could be seen at this point.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The ground seemed to shake slightly with Rodric's weight as he approached the shrine, walking up the hillside and looking around. Then he put a sight to the strange scents. Whatever it was, the horned figure's scent was unknown to him, but it reminded him a bit of the strange smell that followed Forsworn rituals. Something... Unnatural, perhaps? Whatever it was, he wanted to know who this stranger was. He wasn't really caring to hide his presence, if it could even be hidden given his stature. Now he was just looking at the sitting figure, his head tilted slightly.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*It was cooking something, they were unaware of his presence. It smelled like some kind of venison. As he got closer, they looked elven, like some kind of Altmer, but with a softer face. They had curly hair , and the horns seemed affixed to their head, it wasn't a helmet.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Stepping onto the stone base of the shrine with his hooves, Rodric began to walk towards the waiting stranger. A horned Altmer... Some kind of mage? Someone who practiced old magics? Frankly he wasn't really sure, he just wanted answers.*\n\n\"Hmm... Who are you, stranger?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Huh?!\"\n\n*She dropped the meat on a stick in the snow and was sitting im her tent now. She hadn't seen a Minotaur since the Second Era in Cyrodiil. She was a Skaafin, a very uncommon kind of Daedra.*\n\n\"Are you... Are you real?\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Am I... Real? By Shor, what the hell are you talking about?\"\n\n*The look of intrigue turned to confusion at the stranger's reaction. He almost thought it was a skooma addict somehow, but he didn't smell any nearby.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh, I guess you are. Forgive the reaction... Y'know... You aren't exactly who ya expect.\"\n\n*She had an almost cockney accent. She was wearing a short dress with a big woolen coat over it, she probably wasn't prepared very well. Or the cold just didn't affect her.*"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I suppose that's true. But anyways, as I was asking, who are you?\"\n\n*It didn't seem that he knew exactly what the stranger was, but he now looked at her a little warily through the confused expression on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I'm.. Um... Majorah Tysena. Just an explorer!\"\n\n*She seemed nervous about the questioning. She didn't say what she was, she was worried about him attacking if she said she was a Daedra.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*If he knew what the stranger was, Rodric didn't look like he did. Maybe he just didn't know the scent. Maybe he didn't know about Daedra. Or maybe he knew and didn't care for it. Or maybe he did know and was hiding it. Who knows, but the fact is, he didn't seem to react to what Majorah was.*\n\n\"Right... So what exactly are you? You look like a High Elf, but what's with the horns?\""
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I suppose... It couldn't hurt for me to offer my aid? I have a feeling I'll question it though.\"\n\n*The minotaur sighed, looking around from the shrine to the surrounding forests, before speaking again.*\n\n\"Rodric. My name is Rodric.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Why? Haven't got any reason to. I'd thought you lot... Minotaurs, werent too fond of us Daedra.\"\n\n*She seemed a bit worried.*\n\n\"Never met one before though... Something new to Think About.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"It's a monotonous living being in the wilderness. I could use something to do. Besides, I suppose I can't say anything about the Daedra.\"\n\n*Rodric fell a bit quiet, before he continued on.*\n\n\"My kind aren't very common here. But besides that, I'd rather keep myself busy. And I don't mind the company.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"S'pose we have a bit in common then... I haven't really got a purpose... Unbound Daedra and all. You look like interesting enough company.\"\n\n*She laughed.*\n\n\"Looking for the Rueful Axe... It's the one Lord Vile made to cure Lycanthropy. You heard that story? Sure you can guess how it ended... Not his most creative.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"It's no surprise that Vile's sense of humor is a twisted one, but I've heard the story. The only cure he would offer- death. I've no interest in such a weapon, but I have no qualms with helping. Where exactly is this cave?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Just a little bit away. Hours walk, tops.\"\n\n*Thats what she thought, anyway. More like an hour and a half.*"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Just an hour? I've walked further, couldn't hurt really. Well, lead the way when you're ready.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She ate the rest of what she was eating.*\n\n\"I'll leave the camp. Should still be here... Should.\"\n\n*She stood up. The blades on her hips were more visible, they were pitch black, otherworldy scimitars.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric, unlike Majorah, didn't have any weapons on hand. A fairly large flint knife the size of a shortsword hung from his hip, but other than that he was unarmed. However, given he was 9 feet tall, visibly muscular and equipped with a pair of sharp horns, he could likely hold his own.*\n\n\"Should be fine, this doesn't seem like the place for travelers to trifle with.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Then lets be off!\"\n\n*She was only about 5'3 but she walked rather briskly.*\n\n\"So, how'd you end up here anyway? I was around in the Second Era for all of that mess with Molag Bal... I saw some Minotaurs on the Gold Coast and in The Reach... But you're the first I've seen in forever.\""
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"That is a bit of a long story, but to make it short, I was brought here from Cyrodiil when I was small. A kind man took me in as his own, even though he knew what I was, and I lived with him for several years. But eventually, I had to leave and live alone, as dangerous things were happening around the home.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Hm. Mines not as interesting... Mages from that college summoned me... Unbound. I just ran off. People don't tend to like us Skaafin after the incident at Umbriel...\"\n\n*She walked with her arms crossed. Her big coat over her dress couldn't keep her warm.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Hmm... Magic is a dangerous thing I suppose, what with all the- sorry, what's Umbriel?\"\n\n*Rodric, dressed in heavy furs and quite large, continued walking along beside her, shaking the ground slightly with his steps. He didn't seem bothered by the cold at all, being well dressed for it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"No problem for me. I've walked pretty much everywhere my whole life, so a little exercise won't hurt at all. Actually, do Daedra even get tired?\"\n\n*Rodric looked over and down at Majorah, a little curiosity in his eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Does a Vampire get tired? Hm. I don't necessarily have to sleep... But i do it to... Regain energy? Something like that. I'm sure you sleep like a rock.\"\n\n*They rounded that bend. They could see out to the Thalmor Fort and Castle Volkihar.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, sometimes. But I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in years. Always wake up feeling groggy and half-rested. I've tried my own remedies, but nothing works.\"\n\n*Rodric looked on, noticing the distant banner of the Thalmor. He sighed, and the curiosity turned to mild annoyance.*\n\n\"Oh the Thalmor, such pompous and uptight bastards. I can almost *Smell* The arrogance from here.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Some of them try killing me... They're the piss colored ones in the black robes, right? Other's in the robes tell me to move along. I know they summon us for their bidding.\"\n\n*She stood on the edge of the cliff looking at the northern ocean. Just sort of taking it in"
}
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{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I've never seen the ocean before, actually.\"\n\n*She turned.*\n\n\"It's just back there. Well, down there.\"\n\n*She began walking. The end of the path had the cave.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric sniffed at the air again with his snout for a moment, looking at the cave entrance.*\n\n\"Hmm... Imperial- no... Breton. I take it this stranger has the axe you're looking for. The same fellow who Vile gave it to, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Yes, yes he has it. Sebastian Lort. It was a good trick, and he wasn't incorrect, it would cure lycanthropy.\"\n\n*She entered the cave. They were being somewhat quiet.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Well, be careful what you wish for I guess. Now then, let's see what this Sebastian fellow has to say about the axe.\"\n\n*Rodric was walking calmly into the cave, but he couldn't exactly hide his presence well. In addition, he was leaning his down a bit to avoid slamming his head or horns into the roof of the cavern.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*\"You came for the Axe, didn't you! It's all i have left!\"\n\nThe breton heard Majorah step on a piece of ice. It was time to fight. He summoned a small Iron atronach.*\n\n\"Take that! I'll kill him!\"\n\n*She rushed up the ramp with her blades drawn.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric nodded and in less than a second, he had picked up the pace and sprinted head first towards the ice atronach, swinging haymakers at it with his immense strength.*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She was slashing him quite a lot. She wasn't cutting him deep. Just light enough for him to bleed. And bleed he did.*\n\n*The ice atronach was cracking. It was a lowly summon.*"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The evening in the mountains was frigid, a bitter chill in the air that clamped its jaws down hard with each stiff breeze, and Rodric had the sense to shroud himself against the frost- indeed, from head to toe he was draped in layers of thick furs from a variety of animals, from wolves to deer and foxes to sabre cats, all stitched together in a simple but effective manner and bound with rawhide laces. Crude but effective was one way to describe his clothing, and perhaps himself if the speaker were ignorant to his cunning, for a fool doesn't survive long in the wild.* \n\n*In either case, he had little luck in finding fresh meat in the Reach, the Forsworn having gotten to the kills before he did. They knew his presence and his strength well enough to avoid him, but he knew their presence equally well- hiding away in the ruins and old barrows, performing profane rituals and attacking unfortunate travelers whose only crime was bad luck, a crime that he often thought about repaying in violence, only to decide against it for the sake of \"Peace.\" It was their constant competition that drove him to move a bit further north, towards the lands of Hjaalmarch, with hope and confidence that he would find enough wild game to sate his colossal hunger.*\n\n*He could still pick up the unmistakable smell of elk herds, wandering through the forests, just as obvious to him as they were when he first picked up the scent. Rodric had been following them for an hour or so, on his feet- or rather, hooves- through the biting cold and the deep snow (a task made easier by his immense size), in search of his quarry.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The unmistakeable scent of a lycan could be smelled in the wind, reeking of blood, fish, and swamp water. The scent coming from a nearby river, the creature barely visible except for the top of it's head, ducking quickly with a splash, head poking back up holding a fish in its mouth. Exiting the water it's clear that the creature is an Argonian, most of it obscured by bushes as it goes behind a tree"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The odor of Hircine's touch fell swift upon Rodric's snout, and he recognized it for what it was. He watched from afar behind the cover of trees, as best as they could shield his massive body. 'How curious,' he thought to himself, 'another of those with a beast in their soul, just like me.' Were they hostile? Even if they too were a lycanthrope, they had no reason to trust another, especially not a minotaur. They might have picked up his odor in turn, and were simply biding their time, paying close mind to him for he may be a threat. But perhaps not, perhaps they were merely minding their own, and had no interest in conflict.* \n*He thought it unlikely that his presence would be hidden for long, with the smell of his kind strong and his stature gigantic, he stood out like a gleaming steel sword among common iron cutlery. Of course he had his axe, the sharp thing hanging on his back for when needed, but he had no interest in a battle either. So, he resigned himself to simply observe, feeling comfortable in his own strength should the situation turn dire. At the least, there may be plenty of fish teeming in the river for both of them, in spite of his size-befitting appetite.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "The Argonian pipes up, \"You can come closer, I won't bite. Could feel your presence for a while.\" He says, striking stones together to light a campfire, \"Gonna be cooking up some fish, if you're interested, lots of salmon come through this river.\" The Argonian can't see the figure he's speaking to, but he knows they're there nonetheless, \"You're big, and not anything I've seen before, come closer would you, wanna get a good look at you.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*His ears perking up at the Argonian's apparent speech, Rodric began moving through the trees towards the campsite, shaking the nearby trees a bit with his steps. Large swathes of brush were moved aside as the silhouette in the trees became clearer, and at last had entered full view. A towering humanoid creature with the body of a man and the head of a bull, dressed in furs and carrying hide bags at his sides, with an axe the size of a small tree hanging on his back. A minotaur, yet with the scent of lycanthropy practically visible on his body, towering over the Argonian. Despite his imposing size, he seemed relaxed and at ease, his eyes giving no hint towards aggression. This fact was next reaffirmed by his tone of voice, calm and collected.*\n\n\"That is to be expected, for my kind is not commonly seen here. You will not find one like me beyond Cyrodiil very often. Ah, and thank you for the offer.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"That didn't make it any more obvious as to what you are,\" He says, in awe at the size and stature of the Minotaur, though he also had never *Heard* Of a minotaur, let alone seen one, \"What... Are you exactly?\" He says, dumbfounded, \"Never seen anything like that... Heh for a second I thought you looked a bit like Tel Naga, from a distance that massive mushroom looks humanoid\", he says with an awkward chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I can't hold it against you for not knowing, I suppose. Well, I am a minotaur, seen as bull-headed men by some folks, and generally considered nothing more than a senseless, burly beast. If I were to walk into that town way over there,\" *Rodric said, pointing one of his fingers towards the northeast- towards Morthal,* \"I would likely be attacked on sight, whether they knew what I was or not. I can't hold it against them either, given my size. I understand that it can easily come off as intimidating at best, and horrifying at worst.\"\n\n*As Rodric began to explain himself to the Argonian, he found himself taking a seat by the campsite, crossing his legs and taking a moment to unwind. He'd been traveling for a little while, and with the abundance of fish it seemed that he could afford to let off chasing the elk. That and now it seemed he had some good company, a rare thing for someone used to being met with cries of fear or the whistling of arrows, and he intended to enjoy the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Ah, a Minotaur... I think I've heard about them. You're from... Cyrodiil, then?\" He asks, \"Morthal's a good place, and the Nords are am honest people, but I can't blame them for being fearful of you. I'd be fearful, too, if I wasn't what I am. So what are you doing in Skyrim, then, can't imagine the weather is very welcoming.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"That is a bit of an intriguing story, but first I think I should introduce myself- I am Rodric Heavy-Hand, and you are?\"\n\n*For being a minotaur, Rodric certainly had an unusual name, different from what anyone familiar with minotaurs would expect. If anything, it sounded like a name you'd hear in Skyrim.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"That's an awfuly Nordic name. I'm Xal-Ei (Pronounced Zal-Eye, in case you're wondering).\" He says with a smile, \"Nice to meet you, Rodric.\" He smiles, taking the drinking gourd from his side and taking a sip, \"So, let's hear that story, I rarely get the chance to learn about other people.\" He says, somewhat excited"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, that's because I wasn't raised by others of my kind- my folks left me in the middle of a forest in northern Cyrodiil and went off to who knows where. Would've died there if it weren't for being happened upon by Adlof. Just a humble farmer and a great man who was paying a visit to some relatives in Bruma when he found me. Rather than leave me there in the woods, he brought me back home with him, here in Skyrim.\"\n\n*Rodric smiled a bit as he spoke of his adoptive father, eternally grateful for the modest soul that saved his life. He never was one to believe in the Divines, but he did believe in miracles, and the chance encounter that gave him a chance at life was nothing short of a miracle.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Seems he did a fine job raisin you, wish my childhood was as good. I can't even read.\" He says with a grim smile, \"How is he now? He still alive?\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Eh, I've always had a bit of trouble reading, but I can do it well enough. Ah, the old man's fine, just don't check on him very often. Farm work wasn't too hard, especially for me, so I can't complain. Fresh food, some family, a roof over my head- or at least until I got too tall to get through the door. It was a comfortable life for the most part, besides the infrequent bandits showing up to the door, some of those Forsworn folks, and the occasional wild animal. They were never really an issue, though.\"\n\n*Rodric seemed to look ahead while he talked, recalling the comfort of a humble life. Old memories of him and his father rising to the surface, plenty of things to be thankful for. Then there came that one memory, just the one, and the smile faded from his face.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"But it's never so easy, is it. Something happened, I can tell. My senses are keen, but I can't tell what's going on *In* You.\" He places some cooked fish on a plate, along with some herbs and vegetables, and hands it to Rodric \"Got anything to drink? I've only got what's in my gourd.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*He gladly took the plate of fish and nodded to the Argonian as he reached behind his back, pulling out a sizable rawhide bag of some sort. But when he held it in front of him, he seemed surprised, lightly tapping the rawhide bag to find it firmer than normal, removing the cap to find that his water was partially frozen. He just shrugged, took a swig of the ice water, and sighed with relief before he started eating some of the fish. In-between chunks of cooked fish, he continued his story.*\n\n\"Well, there's a reason I'm not on that farmstead anymore. One night I encountered one of... Our kind, so to speak. Poor sod probably went feral, or lost control that night- it was a full moon after all. Attacked the farmstead while I was trying to sleep, got in some nasty blows. Must've been there struggling with it until the early hours of the morning, and I finally managed to break off its jaw.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Ah, you're a Lycan, then. Must have some strong nose if you were able to sniff out that I was, as well.\" He frowns, \"Ah, I'm guessing your first transformation was... Not great. So you left that home behind.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Yes... It was rough. Tried to get some sleep after dealing with the feral, but all I was able to get was nightmares, when I could sleep at all. Woke up one night after a weird dream when it took me by surprise, and soon I... Wasn't all there. Started tearing at the house's walls, would've ripped my old man to pieces if I hadn't stopped myself. When I changed back, he just... Looked at me. And I left. It's been, hmm, nearly two decades since then.\"\n\n*The memories of that night made the warmth of the fire and furs less inviting and soothing, and for a moment he felt... Cold. Not like he was freezing or bothered by the weather, but more of an emotional cold, a somewhat empty feeling Rodric had when he thought about it. It made him feel the guilt, the regret, and the general aura of self-deprecation for his actions. Lycanthropy had given him strength, and he had the benefit of being able to restrain his transformations most of the time, but considering how close he came to killing his father... He wasn't entirely sure if he was blessed, cursed, or just different.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I suppose I was lucky, when I had my first transformation. Was inside my slave master's house when I transformed, completely trashed it. Turns out it coincided with a rescue mission of the Twin-Lamps, saved a lotta people that day.\" He says, \"This power we have, can be used for good, if you try, I'm lucky enough to able to control my transformations, save for when the moons are full, of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. The first time caught me with my guard down, but since then I've gotten much better at keeping it under control, and having my mind largely intact when it happens. Not much luck with the full moons, but there are certain benefits that have come with the condition. I'm tougher, faster, got better ears and eyes, and stronger- *Especially* Stronger.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Hah, indeed, it's nice how certain things carry over to my normal form, too. Can't get snuck up on, which is a plus. I suppose it's my turn to tell a story, huh.\" He says, taking a long swig from his gourd,"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric nodded in agreement, shuffling around a bit where he sat and taking another drink from the half-frozen waterskin in his hand. He was intrigued to hear about the fellow lycanthrope's tale, seeing as he had told Xal-Ei about his life before he changed.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I grew up a slave in Morrowind. Worked for House Dres, the more recent addition to the Great Houses, who's focus is farming, but they're too good to work the farms themselves, so they have slaves do it. I was a star child for them, did everything perfectly, rarely was whipped or beaten.\" He stops for a second, takes another drink, \"They trusted me, foolishly enough. Had me go into the swamps to harvest what they couldn't grow, and I got attacked by a Werecroc. I guess all that labor wasn't for nothin, cause I was able to fight it off, but it wasn't without injury, I got cut up, but managed to hide it from the masters, didn't want them punishing me for something that wasn't my fault. Few days later it happened, my first transformation.\""
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"A difficult life indeed, being forced to work for someone else. I get the feeling they regretted their actions once your first change happened. All you needed was the right moment, and they were none the wiser. Slavery... What an abhorrent thing.\"\n\n*He took another long drink from his waterskin, followed by another bite of the fish and vegetables. Rodric then looked back over to Xal-Ei, curious as to what happened next.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"You can say that again.\" He says, then continues, \"Woke up in a safehouse, the Twin-Lamps found me collapsed and asleep and decided to take me in, not sure why. But they did, ended up staying with them for a while, they already knew I was a werecroc, so we weaponized that. They'd send me in to act as a distraction, though sometimes they'd use me as a guard.\" He says, \"House Dres put a bounty on my head, not for being a Lycan, but for my work outside of my form. Morrowind was too hot, so I had to leave, the Twin-Lamps got me a ride on one of the ships sending freed slaves out of Morrowind. Ended up here, and I'm staying until Dres forgets about me.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ah, you are fortunate to still be alive. With the long journey from a slave in Morrowind to freedom in Skyrim, I have to respect you for enduring it all. Myself, I'm here to stay because I'll receive the same looks wherever I go. That and it's the only place I'm familiar with.\" *Rodric paused for a moment and sighed. *\n\"But... You went through quite a bit to get your freedom, so I can't imagine that the escape went smoothly. I've lost my fair share of good friends over the years, it's safe to say you lost a couple yourself.\"\n\n*The minotaur looked into the Argonian's eyes with a sympathetic expression. Maybe he was just assuming things, maybe his new company was luckier than he seemed, but hard life in the wild made him a bit pessimistic.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Actually the escape went smoothly, despite me being on edge for the whole thing.\" He smiles, \"My life is better here, even if the cold knocks me out after a transformation.\" He chuckles, \"House Dres would be foolish to try to hunt me down here, especially since the Nords hate slavery as much as I do. So the minute they catch wind that House Dres are hunting down a slave their search party will be crushed.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, I've been here all my life and I still don't get used to the cold, it's the reason why I wear all these pelts. Can't say it's caused me issues post-transformation, usually I can deal with the cold just fine afterwards. Those Dunmer will have a hard time here, from what I've heard Morrowind is mostly bleak badlands and swamps, quite different to Skyrim's harsh cold and dense forests. And the Nords certainly won't take kindly to slavers wandering into their country- they've already got the Thalmor to put up with, openly or not.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He chuckles, \"That's right, and I doubt Morrowind wants to risk an incident. Skyrim and Morrowind have been allies for quite a bit, the Nords even opened their doors to refugees during the Red Year. And the Thalmor are an enemy to both, I doubt they'll stop after just banning Talos.\""
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"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric seemed grateful for the conversation, and even more so at having what he already thought of as a friend of sorts, or at least someone willing to hear him out. Then again, it might be just because Xal-Ei was a lycanthrope himself, but he also wasn't frightened by his size. Whatever the reasons for the Argonian hearing him out, they were genuine, and so Rodric continued to entertain the conversation, both to sate the Argonian's curiosity and to relieve his own loneliness.*\n\n\"I'll make sure to remember you for your simple act of kindness, Xal-Ei. While staying alive is not too hard these days, I can't say the same for socializing. Never been the best at convincing people to calm down and listen to me. It's hard to deal with those bandits and Forsworn, but dealing with those 'Silver Hand' fellows is even worse. Years ago they were much more of an issue, constantly going after me, but that stopped pretty quickly. They try their luck again every once in a while, though- they don't succeed, but the scars left by those damned silver swords of theirs still hurt a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Never a big fan of silver, far too fancy for me, that and the burning. Silver Hand have given me issues before, every once in a while when I decide to enter my beast form they show up, though they, for some reason, underestimate how well I travel through the swamps, luring them in is always far too easy. The Vigilants of Stendarr also give me issues, sometimes. They're more annoying than the Silver Hand, because they lack training and resolve.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ah... The Vigilants of Stendarr. The way I see it, they have a bit of heart to help people, but they're extremely reckless and unprepared. I actually don't encounter them very often, most likely just pure chance that I haven't seen more than one or two on occasion. They already have their hands full trying to deal with Daedra worshippers, so making moves at lycanthropes and vampires and such is a horrible idea, made all the worse by their lack of skill. I've met individual werewolf hunters more coordinated and knowledgeable than every one of those guys- you know, professionals at what they do, the folks smart enough to not charge head-on into a deathtrap.\" \n\n*Rodric sighed, thinking on the Vigilants. Their situation almost made him feel depressed, a situation he knew well enough about to understand it: people, especially youth, wanting to do good in the world, but not having the experience or skill to know how to do it properly. He tried to imagine that maybe they'd learn, just maybe see sense for a moment and realize how dangerous their work really was, and how unprepared they were for a full on war with what they saw as unnatural monsters that preyed on men. But he had a bad feeling about it, a feeling that they wouldn't. Even someone as hardy and optimistic as Rodric still felt pessimism slip into his mind from time to time.*\n\n\"The Vigilants are going to get themselves badly hurt or killed for their recklessness one day, mark my words. Even if they are trying to do some good for folks, they're no more likely to hear me out than the Silver Hand.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Rumor has it they already got hit hard, group of vampires burned down the Vigil. Very few Vigilants got out alive.\" He frowns, \"That's a lot of death. And for barely anything. For what they are I have respect for them, from what I heard they came to be as a response to the Oblivion Crisis. I wasn't alive for it but that was a mess, so I get where they're coming from, but I can't help but think they're efforts are misguided, you know? That and they could definitely gain from more training. Even I know not to take on a werewolf alone without some kind of trick.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Then it seems the day already came to pass, and now those who survive learn just how much they underestimated their targets. Noble goals squandered by foolishness... It's disheartening to think about. So many people dead for something that could have been avoided if they took the time to stop and ask themselves what they're fighting. If there's any good to come out of the situation, the Vigilants still alive will start being cautious. There's a saying my old man told me about once: \"The best techniques are passed on by the survivors.\" Some Redguard warrior said it a long time ago, but it still holds strong today. If there's hope left, the surviving Vigilants will learn. That's the only good that can come out of that attack.\""
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"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I have to agree, focus their efforts on things that threaten the people directly and hunt down the people who are causing the most strife, instead of wasting their time trying to wipe out forces way beyond their own.\" He says, \"Ugh, forsworn, they're the reason I avoid the Reach.\" He pauses and tilts his head, \"Evgir Unslaad? I don't know what that means.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ah, right, I suppose you wouldn't be familiar with it. It's an old term I've heard a couple times, kind of like a prophecy. You see, *Evgir Unslaad* Is a phrase from older tongues, which means \"Season Unending.\" Not in the sense of the seasons like winter, summer and spring, but the season of war- a war that never ends, potentially the one going on right now. Could be some truth to it, could be wrong, but with things as they are now, I've got a bit of reason to believe it. Honestly, I wish I didn't. An eternal war benefits nobody, but an eternal war simply can't happen among men. When there is only violence, there will eventually be nothing else, and with that violence will cease, because there is nothing and no-one left to kill or be killed. There would just be... Nothing. An eternal war can only be waged by eternal warriors.\"\n\n*For someone with a life in the wilderness and a simple upbringing, Rodric was surprisingly philosophical when he talked, despite his limited knowledge. He wasn't the most educated by any means, but that didn't mean he wasn't a thinker, because he often had things to think about, and the ability to plan ahead was invaluable to survival.*"
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Ah, an unending war, that serves no one but the Daedra.\" He says, \"Suppose it's in everyone's best interest to make that doesn't happen. Though the Thalmor might be all for something like that.\" He remarks, \"Damn crazed maniacs, nothing but overstepping lunatics.\""
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"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I've only met the Thalmor once, but I've heard enough to know that they're a nasty bunch. Extremely arrogant elves trying to decide how everyone else lives and all that, did a real number to the Empire a couple decades ago. And now Skyrim's up in arms because they don't like religion, not that I've ever been pious. They're one of the few folks I hate. The way they treated Adlof when I was younger, well, there's been many times I considered going against them. Hell I just might one of these days, gods know it'd do a favor for Tamriel.\""
},
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"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I agree, but I wonder at what point will the stop? If they go for the Dunmer's New Temple it's going to be a bloodier war than this one. And what of the Redguard or Bretons? The Argonians? Khajiit? Or do they just not like Talos. If anyone's going to start an unending war it's going to be them.\" He smiles, \"I'd gladly aid you in a hunt against them, though I can't imagine they'd put up much of a fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I think it has something to do with the idea of a man becoming a god, what with the age-old rivalry of men and mer. In the end, it's just going to get folks hurt who don't deserve it- one rotten apple spoils the whole bunch. Wonder if the High Elves even support the Thalmor that much or if they get by with roughing up folks, it sounds like the kind of thing they'd do. It wouldn't do much good against me, though. Be it sword or spell; whatever it is, it isn't something I haven't dealt with before. Never been one for bragging, but I could take care of them just fine, even if they knew to bring silver blades.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I don't even think I'd need to turn into a werecroc to deal with them.\" He says cockily, \"Catch em by surprise, take out the mage first. Then just take out the swordsmen.\" He says with a chuckle, \"In a perfect world, of course. But I could still easily handle them, they're weak.\" He says, \"And if I did enter my beast form they'd be significantly more outmatched.\""
},
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"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Dealing with them in a simple fight would be trivial for myself, and transforming would be wholly unnecessary. But I will say this- do remain aware that while not stronger than either of us, they could still be smarter. Strength wins battles, but wisdom wins wars. There's a reason why they managed to get the Empire to listen to their demands. If you aren't at least aware that they could be doing something unseen, you risk being caught at your worst, or manipulated into a position where you can't fight. So, plan ahead. Bait them, distract them, make use of wits and cunning to create openings. I'm quite the hunter myself, and in a fight, it comes in *Very* Handy.\"\n\n*Perhaps Rodric was overthinking things, and being in the wild certainly had a bit to do with it, as well as the myriad of threats. Though the word 'threat' was very loose given his strength, they could still be dangerous in ways one doesn't think about. He was a skilled hunter, and getting into the head of your target was second nature. Lycanthropy just confirmed that aspect of his personality- suffice to say, he would rather overestimate the Thalmor as tacticians than underestimate them.*"
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"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I guess you could be right. I always assumed it was the Emperor's cowardice that made them succeed.\" He says, \"No matter what, though, I would bait them into the swamps, that's where I do my best work.\" He says with a laugh, \"They never know what hit them until it's too late.\""
},
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"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Location can do a lot to change a fight. Inside buildings has never been my strong suit, on account of my size, but I do well enough in more open areas.\"\n\n*Rodric then stood up, once more taking up his things and looking towards the nearby mountains. The smell of wild game was obvious to him, and he still had to bring back something to store for later. He looked down to Xal-Ei and smiled a bit.*\n\n\"Well, I have to be on my way now. I still need to get some things before I return home. Thank you for the fish and conversation, Xal-Ei. Until we meet again.\"\n\n*With that, the minotaur began to walk away, causing the trees and the snow to shudder once again as he made his way back into the forest. Soon the shaking turned to light vibrations, and in moments it had ceased. Rodric was gone, leaving the Argonian alone once more by the fire.*"
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"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He waves, \"It was nice meeting you! I'll look forward to meeting again! Hopefully in better times!\""
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha was making her way deep within the forest. She had been hunting some game, and had one of her traps triggered by a rabbit. It was ensnared onto her homemade trap, lying still as it already had desperately to free itself.\n\nIsha would make her way to the entrapped rabbit. She would kneel down and grab it by it's next and free it's leg.\n\n\"Sorry little guy... Better luck next time.\" Isha sighed as she would make his death painless by a quick snap of the neck, going limp soon after.\n\nIsha would have it's body over her shoulder as she made her way to her camp. It was a cave, a bear one. She managed to kill the bear and had it's body already skinned and gutted. It took some effort to hang it's body using a large tree branch to hold the body up so she could let it dry.\n\nIsha had use the den to act as a shelter and use it as her temporary camp for the following days as she hunted.\n\nIsha sat down to begin working on the rabbit, get it skinned and gutted."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Across the river in front of the den sat an argonian, leaning against a rock. A book lay open in front of her as magic sparked from her fingertips. She would fade in and out, visible and invisible. When her father died, he left behind his spellbooks, and Steps-In-Shadows would take advantage of that. \n\nThe sounds of the forest kept her mind at ease. It was quiet, as opposed to the bustle and noise of an inn. Here, she could focus. She took notice of the bosmer skinning the rabbit, and while she said nothing, she kept an eye on her. Just to make sure that everything was safe."
},
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Her ear twitched, she would quickly drop the rabbit and would grab her bow. Pulling back the string as she had an arrow ready to fire.\n\n\"Who's there!?\" She yelled. But she couldn't see, whatever it was. It was too heavy for a smaller animal. Yet lighter than a bear... But she couldn't see what was stalking her."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Spotted! She stared straight down the arrow. Did this bosmer want to fight? Or was she simply scared? The Brotherhood would frown upon her killing outside a contract, not like she hasn't done it before when she saw a nord man kicking an injured hound. However, this didn't seem like an attempt on her life, so Steps decided to try and deescalate. \"Easy there.\" She raised her only hand above her head, her voice dripping with sweetness. \"I'm a friend. Simply here to escape the noise of Morthal. It seems that lots of people are passing though on their way to Solitude.\""
},
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Sorry friend... Ain't smart to sneak up on people. Not unless you plan on harming them. You're lucky I'm not a shoot first, ask questions later kind of Bosmer.\" Isha gave a nod and lowered the bow.\n\nShe would sit back down, still cautious about the lizard. But open to make peace, he didn't seem hostile. But Isha would be ready to fight for her life if it came to it.\n\n\"None of my business on why people would go to that city... I'm just here to enjoy myself.\" She would shrug and go back to skinning the rabbit."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"You were hunting?\" Steps looked over at the unfortunate rabbit. \"Should make a fine stew.\" She seemed to be trying to break the ice. This bosmer seemed harmless enough, and she certainly wasn't a contract. Killing her would accomplish nothing. Still, Steps didn't need a friend. Those never amounted to anything positive. \n\n\"Have you been in Skyrim long? Don't see many elves out here, especially near nord settlements.\""
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Been in Skyrim for nearly a year and a half, haven't been back in Cyrodiil since. I never really had a point on going back home. This is my new home now.\" Isha explained.\n\nIsha would rip the rabbit's skin off with a good tear and placed it to her side as she began to gut the rabbit with a dagger.\n\n\"Nords have a simple way to make them respect you. Drink some of their strong mead, and challenge the one who's being mean to you in a fight. Win the fight and next thing you know, you have Nords buying you rounds and treating you like you're their sister. Still, sometimes they just want you out of their town because your people are the Thalmor's pet.\" Isha sighed as she gutted the rabbit."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Steps didn't flinch as the rabbit was skinned and gutted. Normally the death of a helpless animal would get to her, but she knew enough of bosmer culture to know that they treated their prey with respect. The rabbit would provide, and it wasn't a needless slaughter. \n\nShe sighed, feeling a bit of sympathy as Isha mentioned the mistreatment she faced at the hands of the nords. \"I understand. My parents were dock workers in Riften. I grew up on the edge of the city. When some of the nords would stop by, they used to push me and my family into the freezing water.\" She passes. \"I don't think you're a pet of the Thalmor.\""
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\" Thanks for that, but Nords have their garments in a twist. Thalmor wanted to make the Nords all riled up, this was the best way. My people already suffer in our own homeland and now we are considered Thalmor spies in some regions. Still, I know how to change a Nord's mind; as a I stated earlier.\" She explained and began to cut the meat off of the rabbit. Planning on later to use the bones to fertilize a plant if she ever had the time.\n\n\"Awful, Riften is a place where the scum go to. If I had the power, I would burn that place to the ground so it can be rebuilt again. The lowest of the low rule that place, and the guards could care less. All that matters to them is that their pockets are filled and they eat good.\" Isha gave some sympathy towards the argornian. \n\n\"Well, if you want to warm by the fire. By all means grab a seat; I had a friend said that the best people are the ones willing to sit by a fire with a stranger. He said something along the lines of it being a sign that they are willing to start fresh, and dive into the water. I can't recall.\" Isha offered a spot for the lizard to sit."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Steps decided to take Isha up on her offer, and sat across from the elf. The fire felt warm and peaceful, and the stressors faced during the day seemed to fade. Her brain was still scrambled trying to understand the tome she \"Found\" In the court wizard's library. However, that could wait until morning. \"Skyrim has always been this way. At least, in my 37 years of life it hasn't changed.\" The lizard remarks. \"Many find it surprising, but it was the members of the Thieves guild that were kinder to my people than the politically powerful. There was one man in particular who used to sneak me and my family bread from the local inn.\""
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Thieves Guild huh?\" Isha gave a nod.\n\nIsha wasn't all about the Thieves Guild. She heard that even the Black Briars had the guild in their pocket... Rumors at least. Stealing was no better, even if you're stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. You didn't earn that, you just waited for all of the hard work to be done and nabbed it for yourself. Isha belived hardwork was earning it, making your own destiny. Being on top.\n\nBut Isha was going to disrespect his hard times. \n\n\"Nice of them to help you and your family out.\" Isha gave a small smile and she would then wash her hands and would begin prepping the stew."
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"Oh! Here.\" Steps reached into her hide backpack and took out a small container. Popping off the top revealed fire salts, and a generous amount at that. \"My father used to season our stews with this. It adds a bit of spiciness, if you like that.\" She placed it on the ground next to Isha. \"A little bit goes a long way.\" \n\nAs she was about to close her backpack, she once again saw the tome she was reading. Taking it out, Steps began to flip through the pages."
},
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Fire Salts?\" She tilted her head.\n\nIsha believed that Fire Salts were not edible... Or at least not good to put into your stomach. Isha didn't want to have be squatting in a bush for the rest of the night.\n\n\"Thanks, but I'll have to pass. My recipe doesn't need more added to it.\" Isha would politely push away the fire Salts as she prepped the ingredients for the stew."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "The lizard seemed sort of sad that the fire salts were pushed aside. She wordlessly covered them back up and slipped them back in her bag. \"I see.\" Her voice was suddenly devoid of any inflection. She would turn back to her book, and as she mouthed words, a transparent hand would form where her left one should be, but then fizzle and fade away."
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha would cut some veggies, and measure some spices before she would wait for the water to boil. Once then she would then start to cook the rabbit meat she had; after cutting it with her dagger she would then begin working on the Stew.\n\n\"What's brings you out here anyways? You don't look like a hunter. Just traveling?\" She asked so there wouldn't be silence."
},
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"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"I had a job in Solitude.\" She replies bluntly. \"Cutting through the forest is quicker than sticking to the roads.\" This wasn't fully a lie, Steps is a great navigator. Being in the woods and away from signs posed no challenges to her. All she needed was the stars to show her where to go. That, and there were less people in the woods who could recognize a one armed lizard assassin. \"If you know where you're going and how to keep yourself alive, the woods are almost safer than the roads.\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Damn right. Roads these days, dunno what can happen. With Skyrim are twisted up, roads are safe anymore. The forest is a good way to cover your tracks and keep at a good pace if you know what you are doing.\" Isha gave a nod as she was prepping the Stew.\n\nThe water soon came to a boil and the rabbit meat was seasoned and cooked. Isha would dump all of it in and begin letting the flavors and meat combine into a fine Stew. Adding more ingredients as the Stew cooked."
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Steps watched as ingredient after ingredient was added. She was never good at cooking. While she could make food without starting a fire, it didn't taste as good as her father's. There was probably something special he added that she never asked. \n\nWhat she did have with her was some bread she picked up in Morthal. While it wasn't warm anymore, it was still fresh. She took the loaf from her bag, and, holding one end down with her stump, tore it in half. \"Here.\" She handed the ripped portion to Isha. \"It was baked fresh this morning.\" Steps paused. \"I never got your name.\""
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"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Nasty things, nearly lost my life to one. Until my friend cut it into pieces and dragged me out of the darn cave. I'll need special arrows to pierce their chitin easier.\" Isha told the Argornian.\n\n\"As for using a bow. There's a Bosmer who lives in Riverwood. Little bit of a snob, but he might get you started on using a bow. Through I know a lot more than him.\" Isha gave her advice, though she was no teacher herself."
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"It would have to be a heavily modified bow.\" The argonian states, lifting up her left arm to show the stump just in front of her elbow. \"Unless you know of any one handed bows.\" Her tone was sharp, and somewhat annoyed. She sighed, before putting her arm down. \"Sorry. I know you meant well.\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Oh my... Didn't notice that. Well you could get a mounted crossbow. Saw a Stendarr Vampire Hunter with that. Though you'll need some expert blacksmith to craft you that.\" Isha saw the arm and was in a bit of shock."
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Steps noticed that Isha grew uncomfortable at seeing her arm, so she broke eye contact and put it down, hiding it with her body. \"It's... It's not all bad,\" She said, trying to lighten the mood. \"I can use my tail like another hand. My parents taught me how.'"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"That's amazing.\" Isha gave a nod.\n\nIsha would then realize she was almost done with the Stew and got some bowls ready.\n\nOnce the Stew was ready. Isha used a ladle to scoop some of the Stew into the wooden bowls and five some to the lizard.\n\n\"Here, for keeping a Bosmer like me company.\" She offered."
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"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"Voucher trampled through the frost at the edge of Skyrims great frozen marshlands. On his back shivering was the for a very lost very cold Khajiit woman. Wishing she had more on than just her leather armor helmet and great sword. What little she knew of her people They were not dwellers of the tundra. And she was stupid but Not stupid enough to disarm herself for a little bit of warmth. There were giant spiders and the rare but Infinitely more deadly chaurus out here. A monster that only lived underground but for some reason decided to show itself on the surface only in the swamps. She looked at her map for a landmark of any kind. Morthal had to be close. She didn't want the sound spoiled but still a warm bed and hot food.\n Wouldn't it be out of the question As the sun started to set. Her horse My not have minded this weather but she did. She thought to herself. She was pretty by the standards of her kind her light tan fur with darker stripes going down her gave her a tiger like tiger like appearance That was sadly undercut by the fact that she was a scrawny thing. If one thought her fur gave her protection from the cold however they were mistaken it was made to let heat out not keep it in. It was moments like this she wished she had actually that spell tome for fire. Just for a little bit of warmth. It would only get colder as the night slipped farther away. \"Oh papa I was a foolish girl indeed for coming here. \""
},
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"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*Wandering the soggy could grounds walked a mountain of a nord man, large arms and thick muscles. He seemed more or less unbothered by the cold, the thing that did bring him annoyance however was the water and mud.\nOn the verge of frozen and slush mixed with snow.\nA light groan as he walked, his massive golden dwemer war hammer rested over his shoulder, gripping in his hand.\n\nThough it wouldn't take long for him to notice the form of a horse trading along in the fog, barely making out the form of a small humanoid atop it, the curled postion indicating that they were not doing too well. Raising his hand to his mouth before calling out*\n\n\"Who goes there!? Are you alright?\"\n*His voice was strong, and easily reached the ears of the figure he'd spotted, luckily horses of skyrim weren't so easily spooked by sounds alone*"
},
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"author": "Serrida",
"message": "The fog made her think she was looking at a bear it was so huge. But no. It was the voice of a man. And a nord judging by the accent. Was it a bandit? Would someone who wants to gut her like a rabbit or worse make inquiries about her well-being? Possibly for the sake of a trick. Still she was in no shape to fight and she had the advantage of Voucher if push came to shove she could out pace a man on foot. So she took a chance it was just a traveler.\nHail kinsmen \" She said in her Nordic accent. She nearly hit her face what a stupid thing to say. If this man was indeed a Nord He would think she was some kind of idiot . Because anyone with eyes could see she wasn't. He might even take offense and swing at her."
},
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"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*In no time at all he'd of closed the gap, stepping close enough that the veil of fog was lifted.\n\nShe could make out his face and Features, and see that some of he size was the large travelers pack on his back, and he was indeed a nord. Wielding a massive hammer.\n\nCocking his head to the side some at seeing the feline figure*\n\n\"Hm.. No sure I've heard that greeting from a Khajiit, but... Stranger things have been seen\"\n*He gave an almost amused smirk, which quickly faded and looking at her sorry state*\n\n\"You know it's pretty good to have some sort of insulation. Even I've got a little\"\n*Gesturing to the pelt around his waist, Sabre cat by the looks of it*"
},
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"author": "Serrida",
"message": "He wants no bear. But looking at him up close she could see why she had made the mistake. He was a barrel chested looking brute with a nasty scar on his face but not ugly and his voice was definitely friendly. Although was a bit embarrassed on her lack of proper clothing and the joke about her statement. \" Forgive me sir. It's just habit my papa is a nord and growing up its how everyone else greeted him so It's just something that stuck. As for what I'm wearing. I don't have any armor that is padded for this kind of weather But it's either freeze today or take a blade in the gut. So I was hoping I could at least negate some of that by making a fire. And using Voucher as wind break. \" She couldn't help us stare at the sabre cat pelt. The one she had a hunted when she was a teenager with her father was the normal Brown tan variety. This one was a gorgeous white."
},
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"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He listened curiously, he seemed more intrigued than anything else, though he would move his hammer, setting it down on the head. The weight of it keeping it upright, as he moved his arm to sling his backpack off, unclipping the rolled up pelt looking thing ontop, before tossing it to her.\nWith how easily he tossed it one wouldn't have been prepared for the weight of it upon catching it*\n\n\"Wrap yourself in that, I can lead you on to Morthal\"\n*If she were to unroll it she'd find it was a thick polar bear pelt, the orientation suggesting he used it as a bedroll.\n\nSliding the backpack back on before reaching up a hand for the reins of her steed to lead them.\nHe gave her a look of reassurance trying his best to convert that his intentions were good*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She let out a small surprised gasp at being pelted with well the pelt. It was a heavy skin reminding her of the great elk skin slept with back home But she would not complain as soon as it was wrapped around her body she pulled it on tight as Immediately the chill wind ceased to ravage her. When she stopped shivering she gave the big man a very thankful nod. \"Divines bless you my friend. You have my eternal gratitude\" He was already looking at her with that curious expression that people did whenever they heard her thick accent That made her sound like a true daughter of Skyrim rather than a foreign cat. Especially because she didn't talk in third person."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*Taking the reins to lead the horse along, turning in a completely different direction than what she was headed*\n\"It's strange, I don't think I've heard your kind without the typical Elsweyr accent.\nI take it you've been here a long time?\"\n\n*He asked curiously, that heavy bear pelt doing wonders to keep her body heat in*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She had explained this many times to not just nords but other races of men and elves so at this point it was a well rehearsed speech. \"I never knew my own people or where Elswyer even is. My papa was a Nord captain of the solitude guard who found me as a cub during his travels. I didn't even see another Khajiit until I was 15. And It was the most awkward experience of my life. \" She said. The pride in her voice at being raised by nords was clearly evident"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hm, I know a dark elf in riften, he was raised by argonians.\nAnd from what I've heard about most of the higher up nords. Im proud to see at least someone had enough of a soul to see you were worth preserving\"\n*He was a proud nord, but it was clear he was deeply disturbed by the consistently demeaning actions of his kinsmen*\n\n\"But to me that makes you as much of a nord as anyone else. The name isn't just reserved to what you look like\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "The look in her blue eyes was the look of one who had been waiting her life to hear that that from someone other than her nearest kin. She actually cried just a little bit much to her embarrassment. \"Thank you. You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that. \" He couldn't tell or perhaps he could that his words had just earned him a life long friend."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He did take notice of the shift in her voice at first fearing he'd upset her. But her words had left him to calm some, gently nodding*\n\n\"Yeah... I can imagine our kinsmen being... Much less understanding or accepting\"\n*His eyes were on the sky. Watching magnus as it made its way across the sky, walking for a good while before it was nearing the end of its journey across the sky, allowing the twin orbs in the sky to begin revealing themselves*\n\n\"Hmm... Maybe we should make camp, if we keep things steady tomorrow I can get you to Morthall by midday at the earliest\"\n*Stopping to look back at her for her input*\n\n\"But I'm not above walking through the night\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She Tried to regain some of her composure and act with a little bit of dignity and pride. \" I would not be opposed to starting a fire and cooking something for supper. I have a pound of horker meat would be more than happy to share. Although I'm not sure this water is safe to make stew with. I'd heard stories of men drinking swamps water And dying over their chamber pot the day after. \" It was partly a joke and partly something she had actually heard happened."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He'd chuckle a bit at the quick change up from optimism to slight fear*\n\n\"Heh, well I'd say only the heartiest of creatures could take drinking from the waters around here. I'd say we just opt for roasting it\"\n\n*He'd lead them to a cleat ish spot, taking it upon himself to clear the brush and sticks and make a decent campsite. Dumping all the sticks and leaves in a pile before striking a flint against the head of his hammer and showering it in sparkles the dried dead grasses caught*\n\n\"You just worry about keeping warm\"\n*He set down his backpack and grabbed another rolled up thing from the underside of the bag. Unfurling a thick tanned hide, which seemed made to be for a big tent.\nBefore he moved to get some big sticks while the fire grew brighter and hotter*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She tied Voucher to one of the small trees Putting his oat bag on his mouth. As she petted his mane for a moment before taking he tent and sleeping bag off his back. And helping set us as best she could. Handing over the salted meat to him to spit roast. \"I'm Serrida by the way\" She said remembering that she neglected to introduce herself."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*Returning with a bundle of thick sticks over his shoulder, holding out his hand to shake*\n\"Reian, a pleasure. Kinsman\"\n\n*A small wink before he moved to set up his rather large tent. It was a miracle how tightly wrapped he'd gotten the hide. Given the lack of stitches it implied it was a mammoth's hide. The tent easily able to fit three people snuggly. Or him and one other regular sized person comfortably*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She shook the offered hand but blushed when he winked. Mercifully her fur hid it.\" Pleasures all mine. \"She said looking at his massive tent that put her cow hide one to shame. She briefly wondered if she could ask to share but that was a tad too intimate considering they had just met."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He'd lightly sniff the air, noticing a small shift but Shrugging it off as he moved and pulled out an iron dagger as he started sharpening the ends of the sticks*\n\n\"So tell me about yourself? I don't see many folks traveling on their own. Specially not those that aren't acclimated to the colds of skyrim, though I'm sure you're more than familiar with it\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She took a seat near him \" Well not much to tell. Grew up in a small village outside of Solitude. I guess you could call it a normal childhood. Even if I wasn't the same as the other kids I managed to make a few friends. My pa looked after me and taught me how to work the land. How to fight how to hunt. He didn't want me to leave. He was very protective of me at the time. Worried I wouldn't be welcome. I had to convince him I'm old enough to be out here on my own to find work so I could prove to the others I am a true daughter of Skyrim. \" There was that pride in her voice again."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He'd of stopped what he was doing foe the most part to look at her while she spoke. He didn't know why but her pride in herself and what she wished to accomplish just kinda made the aura of the area feel warmer.\nThe legitimate heat of the fire helping the area to not be so abrasive. Now on the last stick of the five stick process he was in the midst of*\n\n\"Hm, true child of skyrim, while a great statement... Doesn't really say much, what does it mean for you? Because if it just means essentially being like everyone else... Then I don't really see the appeal. But I think I get where you going with it\"\n\n*He'd of finished with it as he ended what he was saying, as he stood and started setting it up around the fire, twin exes spiked on either side. Before taking the meat and skewering it on the main stick before setting it over the flame and turning it occasionally as it sizzled*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"It means I wouldn't be just a talking cat in the eyes of my courtymen. I would be someone they'd see as one of their own instead of an outsider. I want them to see me as my family does. I'm not a skooma seller or a weird merchant that says their name every time they talk. I'm a nor... I'm me. And I'll do whatever it takes to show them that. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He'd nod along as he listened to her. Gently turning he meat as it cooked*\n\n\"Mhm, yeah I understand that, guess I didn't fully process how different it's likely been for you. I apologize for that.\nIt's good to see folks that know what they want.\"\n\n*He'd give her a soft smile before sitting down while the meat roasted, stretching his arms up over his head. Before he moved to remove his iron chestpiece, a small sigh at the freedom. Setting the plates inside the tent, grabbing the front of his sleevless tunic to shake it out*\n\n\"Always feels nice to get the armor off for a while\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She blushes again taking notice of him without the armor. The true nords might be adapted to the cold but her body still rejected it like a it a flea she couldn't scratch. \"You don't have to apologize for anything. \" She said for a moment realizing she was sit wearing her helmet and vest. \"You're not worried about what's out there? I was chased by wolves day before yesterday. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He glanced over to her, before reaching down and picking up a thick piece of wood, about as big around as her forearm.\nBefore he squeezed, a subtle creaking and cracking before it was crushed in his grip, opening his hand and letting the dust and splintered wood fall, before sweeping it into the fire*\n\"You don't have to worry so much, if danger approaches, I'll know. And your friend there will alert us aswell\"\n\n*Pointing at her horse before he turned back to the fire*\n\"Hoarker meat is about as thick as it gets, so this is gonna take a bit to cook. Cmon, I'm sure you've been through a bit, so why not relax by the fire? From the state you were in when I found you, you seem like you cpild use it\"\n\n*He glanced to her waiting for some response*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She looked completely shocked to at the bear like strength he was displaying and couldn't help but be impressed and just a little bit excited. She nodded dumbfoundedly at him taking her helmet and vest off so she was jn just her plain white undershirt. With the bear pelt wrapped around her. Her ears happy and twitching without the restricted movement caused by the helmet"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He didn't know what he'd expected, for when she removed the helmet, but he paused. Kinda staring at her for a moment, deep into those sparkly aquamarine eyes.\nEven a but matted from the helmet her fur was very pretty.\nEven so far as while looking at her hat his face would rise in a red hue. He wasn't sure what it was but he found her to be completely gorgeous.\nThough quickly snapping away to look back into the flames, a small gulp as he swallowed*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "He was being quiet. And she noticed it. \"Are you well Reian? \" She said fixing her long dark locks. She never had her hair braided perfering it to flow free whenever not covered. She saw his face turn away. What's wrong. I'm not scared because you're stronger than me. Most people are. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"I- uh... Nothing, just.\"\n\n*He quickly stood up and moved to wall past her*\n\"I'm going to get more firewood\"\n\n*If she was to look the fire was well stocked, the hoarker meat still just sizzling away.\nAs he moved past her and was making his was out of the camp area his foot would catch on a root, too caught up in hus thoughts to both notice it and properly keep himself from falling aside form himself the only thing to suffer for it was... Her tent, as he reaches for the nearest thing to grab, being said tent. As he both ripped it down and collapsed onto his back right ontop of it. Whatever sticks that were supporting it immediately shattering under his weight. Leaving him to lay there on his back, his face bright red as he stared to the heavens with regret*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She was left to wonder why he was suddenly acting so strange when only moment ago he was calm and confident. And they already had too much fire wood to last the night. Then she winced at the crashing sound of the large man smashing her tent to nothing but hide.\"Oh... '\" Was all she said."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He would remain there. Staring at the sky filled with yellows and oranges of the setting of magnus. A low groan of total regret and embarrassment, not sure how he was supposed to proceed from such a humiliating event.\nJust a very small and solemn.*\n\"Sorry\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She shrugged. \"I can find more sticks at morthal that will fit the tent. The cow skins not damaged. Gods know I've tripped and fell plenty.\" She said trying to help him to his feet. \"Now if you hurt my horse or my sword maybe ide be mad but it's just a tent and it's not snowing tonight. But you have to get up. I can't lift you my friend. Your to much of a bear for me to lift myself. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He wouldn't really respond, getting back to his feet and dusting himself off. Glancing down to see one stick kinda just jammed right through the hide*\n\n\"I... Hm... You... You can sleep in my tent... If you wish, otherwise I can patch that and go find other supports to rebuild it...'\"\n*His face still red, avoiding eye contact for the most part, though for a moment his gaze would meet hers and he'd be sorta stuck there. Just looking at her, just as quickly breaking it as he closed his eyes and gently shook his head.*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She blushed and her fur frizzed up. \"Wouldn't... That... Wouldn't that be kind of intimate.. I mean we just met and .... Sure we can. \" She said. Getting as nervous and awkward as he was. She had never slept so close to a man before. Sleeping on her father's leg while you were a cub didn't count. Not that an male of any race aside from another Khajiit had asked. And what the cat had wanted from her grossed her out. But Reian seemed like a proper gentleman"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*Her initial response caused his own blush to rise further. Though her sudden agreement there after eased most of his concern*\n\n\"Alright. Besides, I'm sure a shared space would be warmer for you anyways...\"\n*Using that to help rationalize the whole thing for himself. Glancing past her he'd notice the nearly burning meat*\n\n\"Uh... Foods ready!\"\n*His voice raised slightly as he removed himself from the tension that had just manifested*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She could only wonder why he was blushing she knew why she was unless. No couldn't be there's no way he could find her pretty. None of the boys in her village found her pretty. Humans and elves could find each other pretty but that was never extended to beast races. One boy had even told her straight to her face that there was no way he would want anything To Do with an animal. So much for her first thirteen year old crush. Was Reian different? She definitely liked him already. He was incredibly kind and was going out of his way to make sure she was comfortable and safe. No other boy had done that for her. And as far as she could tell her race didn't bother him. And he wasn't hard to look at either. Adjust one look at that bear like physic and she got excited. Did she dare to hope? \"Oh right I'm starving. And I already have some bread to share too. Least I can do since you made the tent the fire and cooked \" She said hoping the meal would break the awkwardness"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He picked the now well roasted hoarker loaf up off the fire, sticking the spit in the ground upright. Pulling out a metal plate and even a fork, Gesturing to the opposing side of him for her to sit, pulling out his dagger before shaving off pieces of the meat until the plate was stacked high and the spit was clean of it. Before he snapped and tossed the stock into the flames.*\n\n\"I tend to be on my own a lot.. I'll take any chance to have better company than just my own thoughts\"\n*His eyes traced the markings in her sleek looking fur, he couldn't help imagining what it felt like. The only physical interaction he's ever had with a Khajiit were only in combat situations.*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She tore the love of bread in 1/2 and gave him his Portion. Before taking her seat next to him. Only now being so close to the seared meat. Did she realize just how hungry she truly was. She combined the steak with the bread loving how the flavors meshed. Only when The hunger pains had subsided did she answer him. \" Growing up it was just my father my grandparents and a handful of friends. I suppose though this is the first time i've ever traveled alone unless you would like to come with me. \""
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{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He opted to eating the meat and bread separately, well for the most part. Taking a bit of one and then one of the other. It was a deeply filling meal, even if he'd eaten almost twice as much as she had.\nHer suddenly opening up would garner some more attention*\n\"I... Uhm...\"\n\n*He paused. Sitting to think for a moment, turning yet again to the setting sun, now more than halfway past the horizon*\n\"I... I'm not sure, maybe... Maybe I'll have a clearer answer for you in the morning? Or when we get to Morthal?\"\n\n*He didn't seem like he wanted to say no, but at the same time he realized he knew he had to put some extra thought into such a request*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"Oh... I'm sorry. \" She felt completely stupid for asking such a request. No doubt he already had plans and desires hopes and dreams that did not include a scrawny little feline tagging along. He probably had a girl he was already sweet on in a village And she had completely misread the blushing look on his face. Of course she had she had dared to hope and it was probably in vain like it had been so many times"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*He noticed the look on her face and shift in her demeanor before suddenly placing a hand on her shoudler*\n\"There's nothing you have to worry about though! Just some things I need to think over is all- it's not a no. I just need to think. But at the same time... We should probably get inside, wouldn't want to be sat out when night creatures decide to roam... Horses tend not to get messed with, being as big as they are. So your friend should be fine.\"\n\n*Gesturing once again to her horse and then back at the large tent*"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She nodded and collected her sleeping bag bringing it inside the tent that was big enough for the horse to come in with them. She poked her head out of the flap one last time to make sure that Voucher was ok. The big horse simply tucked his legs in underneath him getting ready to sleep. She was nervous to leave him not just because she was worried about him but because that meant now she would truly be alone with him. Despite his reassurances that he hadn't rejected her offer. Completely. That did not ease the awkward tension As she uncurled her mat laying down"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "*Taking the bear pelt from her that he'd leant her, laying it out. To which it actually covered majority of the ground inside the tent, pulling the flaps together and resting his hammer on its head to keep them securely shut. Sighing to himself as he removed his gauntlets, boots and the Sabre cat pelt from around his waist, setting them all next to his chest armor sighing to himself as he set down the cloth roll he used as pillow, laying down aswell. \n\nDouble checking the opening of the tent, to make sure it was sealed, whatever happened inside being a mystery to the rest of skyrim*"
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{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She yawned and stretched and tried to come alive In the chilled dawn air. The camp looked at the same as it had the night before her horse woke looking at her. Seemingly no worse than before. She briefly looked at her own ruined tent. But knew she would never needed again. If it hadn't been a gift from her father perhaps she would have just left it there. But she respected the man too much just to let his property go to waste. Salvaging what she could from it. She knew they would need to pack up and leave soon. They had been lucky last night but nothing had happened but It was still best not to stay in an area for too long. She had a suspicion that something was watching them. All the more reason to get back on the road if she could find it."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Stepping outside he'd take a deep breath of the cold skyrim air. Personally he liked the cold, the snow all of it.\n\nTaking his hammer he'd move into a gold swing and obliterate the smoldering campfire.\nBefore he moved to disassemble the tent. Taking the bear pelt and rolling it up. Then the same with the tend mammoth hide before re-attaching them both to hus backpack. With how easily he'd done it all it was clear how often it happened."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She stared at him the way a puppy stares at their new master. With such love and infatuation But it was all she could do to keep herself from grabbing onto his arm and not letting go. If he could only understand the depths of a kindness he had done her last night meant to her. She was already fantasizing about dragging him to Riften so they could get married. That's what most young couples did rather than waste time. Only a second later did she realize how stupid that sounded. She had to stop and think for a minute she still had to get to know him before she decided to make such a pledge. And even if she already had her mind one hundred percent made up. That was still family that had to be invited And they would both need a pair of rings. No no much too silly to ask that now so soon. She would have to be patient and see what the gods had in store for them. From her end she was packed up she had her sleeping bag rolled up and had put away As well as the remains of her tent. She was hungry but she would heed his advice on moving in daylight. Best not to stop for breakfast as they would eat through their rations before they reached real civilization. She looked at Voucher. \"My Beautiful Bear. If you would like we can both ride on Voucher. \" The horse was already very old but still very strong despite his age. 23 years Was a ripe age for a horse. If he was lucky he would have another 6."
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "His mind was honestly on similar things, but many other things as well.\nHaving everything all around, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a thick piece of mammoth jerky. Tossing her a pice aswell.\n\n\"Here, breakfast, I keep a bunch of it so we should be alright till we hit Morthal\"\nHe considered her proposition, looking over the older stallion\n\"I appreciate the offer but I prefer to walk, and wouldn't wanna put too much strain on your old friend there\"\n\nMoving his hammer to rest on his shoulder, a light **Tink** Sound of the handle resting against the metal of his iron chest piece."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She would've protested wanting me him on the horse with her with his hands on her waist his favorite part of her body apparently. But he was right. She didn't want to tax the old horse too badly. She happily bit into the jerky tearing a piece off with her sharp teeth. It wouldn't be a very filling breakfast but it would be enough to keep her stomach going for a few hours until they could find somewhere more appropriate. So taking her mates request to walk into consideration she opted simply to keep the horse at a slow trot next to him. \"My Beautiful Bear. We have many things to speak of now. To begin with I do not wish what happened last night to be something that is only once. I want to be with you all the time now. I wish to go where you go and travel the land as you do. I don't know what will do but I don't care I want to be with you. \""
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "He looked at her funny at the Nickname she'd started giving him, he wasn't really sure if he liked it or not.\n\"Serrida, what's with the Nickname? You calling me a beast or something?\"\n\nHe asked curiously, as he led them all to a path, taking a glance around before deciding the way to go and essentially just leading them.\nSlowing up some to walk beside her"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She looked as if the glass had just shattered. \"Oh I'm sorry. I .....Just... Oh forget it. \" She looked like she was on the verge of crying now. Whether he realized that or not he had just took away her confidence again. She had just pledged her love to him and he had completely rejected it over a silly nickname. She thought she had been right"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He paused for a moment. The rough sleep still in his eyes as he slowly facepalmed.\n\"I apologize love, I don't do well when it comes to sleep I'm not all there at the moment. Forgive me, I neglected the last of your words.\"\n\nPausing his words to walk around a massive rock in the path.\n\"And I didn't intend for it to be only once, unless you ever decide you wish to move on and go elsewhere. That's your decision, but I can say I'm more than happy to keep you with me as long as possible.\n\nHowever, there are two big things that need to be spoken of. One being about me specifically, and another is business I have in Riften, either which I fear may change your standing on how you feel...\"\n\nLooking up to her, with solemn remorse.\n\"I again I apologize deeply for misshearing part of your speech...\"\nHe looked terribly upset himself now at what had just transpired, he knew he wasn't very smart but sorta just sealed that for himself."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She herself looked a bit guilty for perhaps over reacting just a little bit but still it was hurtful that he had such a reaction. Even if he was trying to pass it off as being tired. \" I just thought it would be suiting name you are built like bear and I think you're very beautiful. \" She said stopping herself from actually crying and making a fool of herself. She listen to he said. She was confused about what he was talking about that would push her away from him. But that would come after. Seeing the remorse in his face she relaxed. \"It's okay. I understand. Sorry if I spoke out of turn.. But I don't think I want to leave your side. I want this to work so badly more than anything else i've ever wanted in my entire life I don't Think whatever you have to tell me we'll drive me away \""
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "He smiled slightly at her reasoning for the Nickname, though as they walked he would gently rest his hand on her knee. Trying to reassure her that he didn't plan on going anywhere.\nBut he would remain silent for a time, his expression suggesting he was deep in thought, this lasting for a little while before sighing and looking up to her.\n\n\"Okay, I'm going to tell you something that I haven't told a single soul yet. It's something that I am now, that I belive I had received from my time in Elsweyr\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "In the light of day her blue eyes were round like that of a human if not a little bit bigger were the pupils. Still they looked positively bigger staring at him In anticipation of what he was going to tell her. It was as if the birds themselves stopped chirping in the wind stop blowing in anticipation well. \" I won't tell a single soul I promise. \""
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "He took another drawn put moment to stare into her eyes, to try and make sure she was truly genuine in her words.\nHe almost seemed deeply uncomfortable to talk. About it, but he knew trying to keep it a secret old only make things worse than if she knew straight away\n\n\"I... Alright, I am something known as... A... Were.. Lion\"\nHe'd turned to look down the road as he said it, though slowly turning back to look at her face, depending on how she reacted would dictate what else was exposed or said"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She only looked at him confused however. The word lion had never been anything she had ever heard before so with all earnestly. She asked him. \"What is a lion? \" Was it something like a werewolf? She would think that at first but then he said such an unfamiliar word That she had herself a second guessing herself"
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "\"Y-yes, essentially. A lion is big cat, not as large as the Sabre cats but still a fearsome beast non the less. It... You'll see it someday I'm sure of it. But essentially I transform into this half beast half man monster for a time. Significantly empowering me, even in my human form I have extremely heightened senses, smell, hearing, you name it. I can see in the dark and. Yeah, you get the idea, at the very least I hope you do\"\nHe was easing in to speaking on the matter more the longer he talked about it, but he was still cautious. Even to the point of glancing around to make sure not another soul was withing earshot."
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "The last part wasn't out loud.\n\nAfter the quotation marks ends where she's talking"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She blinked. She didn't get angry that he was hiding this. She didn't scream and run away from this either. She just stared at him for a minute.\"Ummm so... Have you been one long? \" She was trying to remain calm. She had heard stories about werewolves before. That they were one of the monsters that would come in the night to steal children that didn't behave. But Reian couldn't be anything like that. Could he? She had been worried that he would feel he made a mistake choosing her for a brief second. She was wondering if she had made a mistake choosing him. That there was a chance that any moment he could become a monster and eat her."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Not really... I returned to skyrim but a month ago, and it easily took me a couple days by cart to get back from Elswyr.\"\n\nHe'd of noticed the look in her eyes, the concern, doubt and slight fear.\n\"There's not really anything to worry about, I've got control over it most of the time, or some control. It's pretty rare that I'm totally consumed by the beast, which is usually in life or death situations when pure instinct is required to survive.\"\nHe was trying his best to reasure her but even he knew how insane it all sounded."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She nodded. \"So you can do it whenever you want? Like we could be in the middle of one of holds And if you felt like it you could be a big cat? \" She was still trying to understand what he was explaining to her. She wasn't stupid just? Did we quite fully understand how such dramatic transformations could work. She strained at the back of her mind to remember what her father had told her about the werewolves. It was a curse from the Daedra. The dark guards that Did terrible things to men , mer and beast For no reason other than their own amusement."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"I mean, I could. But it's pretty exhausting to do, so I can only do it once in a while. And I would never do it in public, because well... The public doesn't exactly like things of that nature... And I would be hunted for the rest of my life-\"\nHe chuckled that last part off like it was no big deal, a light sigh as the treck continued.\n\n\"I understand if you don't wish to be so close to someone's that's considered an abomination by most... But hey, I could be a vampire, and honestly I think that's kinda worse\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She thought very carefully before she answered him. Her expression growing thoughtful. \" You accepted me from what I am. A cat that wants to be human. I don't think it's too much of a stretch for me to accept you as a man who can become a cat. Don't worry I'll get used to it. \" She was saying this only because she hadn't seen the actual transformation but for the moment she didn't want him to walk away from her and would do. Anything for him to stay. Even if it meant that There might be an accident in the future."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "The way he looked at her after those words were spoken was one of mild disbelief and absolute Joy, even if it was all in his eyes it was still very apparent.\n\"Hmmm thank you love, it's... Very reassuring to hear you say that... And the other thing. My business in Riften.\n\nI stayed there for a while... And I've seen its problems upfront, and I plan to go there and clean it up. And flush out the Thieves guild rooted beneath its streets...\"\n\nHe seemed very adamant on that one, and was very clear with his goal"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" Before I agree to anything else I want to see it. I want to see the you that you are. All of it. Even if you're worried about how i'm going to react I still want to see it. \" She was curious but she had to know now. He had told her the secret he might as well show it to."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "His stride skipped for a moment. Pausing as he thought about it for a moment, genuinely considering it is the moment.\n\"Uh... I would, but I unless you feel like stopping and having me strip down. Because when I change I grow significantly larger, so my clothes and armor would be torn to shreds in the process.\"\n\nLooking to her for her response to the information given, a bit surprised at her glossing over his master plan to make riften a better place. But at the same time he knew he deserved it and worse for what he'd done earlier"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She had heard him loud and clear but right now all she could really think about was the fact that he could turn into a giant cat and how she wanted. To see it's they could talk about the thieves guild until every star fell out of the sky later right now she wanted to see what a Man turning into a giant cat looked like.\" It's a right my love. I've already seen you without your clothes before I don't mind waiting. Just please show me some magic.\""
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "He felt a heat on his face at how she referred to it as 'magic', now stopping dead in his tracks as he turned to look up and down the path they were on to make sure no one was near. Before leading her and Venture off the path and through the thick brush and to a nearby stream, a good ways from the roads.\n\nSighing to himself as he turned to look at her\n\"As you wish, love\"\nAs he pulled off his gauntlets, setting them by a tree, as he went through the entire process of displaying and leaving it all in a heap. Before leaning his hammer next to it all, now out in the daylight she really did get to see how well defined and muscular his body was.\nA very slight blush on his face from the situation he'd found himself in.\n\n\"I know there's no going back at... This point, but are you really sure?\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "That what he was doing was a form of magic was how she rationalized it in her head rather than believing it was some kind of curse. Curses in. Her opinion were things that people couldn't control. If he could do this whenever he wanted then it wasn't a curse it was a spell. And she wanted to see something unique. Plus she couldn't help but admire his gorgeous body see in the light of the sun. Even though she had already seen him nude her cheeks flushed under her fur. \" From now until we part you are my beautiful bear. And if we're going to be together. I want to know everything there is about you and this is part of it. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He gave a small sigh, nodding.\n\"Alright love. Just. Try not to freak out...\"\n\nHe clenched his fists, bending his knees a bit as every muscle in his body tensed, the sound of strain in his voice, a sound that slowly shifted to a low animalistic growl.\nHis entire body began to grow in size, his muscles buldging out, the occasional grunt and small chuff of strain and what sounded like pain\nThe sound of cracking as he grew.\nA layer of tan fur growing around his body, as his hair grew aswell, out and around his neck at a much longer length.\nHis eyes darkend the green irises faintly glowing.\nHis teeth sharpened into fangs, his face extending into a muzzle his features morphing from human to beast before her eyes.\nA long tail sprouting from his lower back, a tuft of dark hair on the tip.\nThe sudden sound of bone snapping as his legs inverted into a digigrade stance his feet shifting into massive cat like paws.\nHis ears vanishing in the growing dark mane as rounded lion ear peaked through on the top of his head.\n\nHe grew and grew till he was at least three feet tall than before, all of his muscle mass and overall size being completely overhauled.\nAt the peak of the transformation he stomped his foot and let out a beastial roar that would set fear into anyone that head it.\nDuring that roar his hands and feet flexed as massive black claws extending from his toes and fingers.\n\nQuickly retracting as it all subsided. He stood there, lightly panting as his eyes fall and focused on her. He towered over her, having the size even over Venture who no doubt probably shit himself at this point if he hadn't tried to totally flew the scene."
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "Voucher \nAn all fairness he had tried but his reigns were secured too tightly on the tree he was. Pulling so hard he nearly uprooted the dam thing trying to get away from what his instincts were telling him where a predator."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "To her eternal credit she was still standing tall as she was Eclipsed by the hulking figure. She hadn't run. She had given her word that she would not scream she would not run no matter how she felt. End by the grace of the gods to took everything she had in her to keep that. He was bigger than a sabre cat like this. Hard to believe that the hulking monster in front of her was lover. As her eyes went up and up and up looking at the giant. \"Rei... Reian... My love. Can... Can you hear me in there? \" She was trying to her best to be calm but her nerves Look at the better of her and she couldn't completely articulate properly."
}
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{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "His face was in a snarl, there was no physical resemblance to his human form.\nSlowly turning his head down to look at Serrida, taking a step forward, totally cleaing the distance between them in a step and a half. The weight behind his movements almost felt in the air.\n\nAs he would crouch down infront of her, his hands planted on the ground as he stared directly into her eyes.\nHis expression softened, a small huff exiting his nose.\nThe only thing that could define it was him was his eyes, the look behind them was the same she'd seen the night before"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "With all of the bravery she could muster she put her hand out onto the snout of the creature that was her mate. \"Oh my beautiful bear it is you. \" She said seeing his eyes in the unfamiliar body. Then she embraced the huge head in her arms. Stroking the mane"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Unfortunately a lion's mane was rough and wirey used for defense of the neck, rather than just vanity.\nHe would generate a low rumble onside his body, it was like a purring but so much deeper as he muzzled against her.\nSeemed one drawback was a lack of speech.\nAs he would move and sit down, with the way his back legs moved he kinda had to sit like a house cat.\nThis form was very clearly built for combat and power, and less so casual interaction."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I feel like i'm in one of the old tales now. Except your really real. And you wanted to do something as silly as Taking on the entire thieves guild. I don't know what you're thinking with that there's way too many of them. I'm sure just the two of us couldn't accomplish much. Might be more worried about someone finding out about this my beautiful bear. Still whenever you decide To Do with your life. I'll support you and be by your side. Just as my heart says you'll do the same for me.\" She said giggling when he nuzzled her."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He'd gently bump her with his head, before standing up and letting out a long sigh. Before his body began to shrink in size, his legs snapping back to normal before he pretty much deflated back into his normal form.\n\"Ugh... Hell\"\nDropped onto his hands and knees, lightly panting from the physical strain of the transformation.\n\n\"It's not gonna be a full... Fight, I was going to work with the Jarl, it's gonna be a long ish process..\"\nGetting back to his feet, almost stumbling back before righting himself"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She was there in an instant giving him something to lean on to help support himself. She might not have been as big or weighed as much as he did. But she was strong enough to at least give him some support and help him back on his feet. A part of her felt very guilty for asking him the transform.. It seemed to take much more out of him than he had. With her free hand she went to the sabre pelt he was wearing and gave something cover himself with from the chill. Her eyes darted anywhere for something for him to sit on. There was a tree stump a few feet back. \" It can wait a minute. Let's set you down for a second and let you get your breath back. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He was a little caught off gaurd at her sudden change in position, taking the pelt he'd give a small smile.\nPlacing his hands on her head.\n\"I'm fine, love honestly. Just takes a second to get my bearings afterwards\"\n\nHe'd stand upright, taking a quick breath before he moved to putting his clothes and gear back on, ending with adjusting his chestpiece to fit right.\nGrabbing his hammer before he turned to look at her.\n\n\"Shall we get moving? I'd rather we get to town before nightfall\"\nA small smile towards her, as he approached."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "Then she kissed him. Saying more with a kiss than with words that she was going to keep her promise to him to stay by his side no matter what. That she accepted him for what he was that she would stand by what he wanted to do that as long as he gave his love to her she would return. It a hundred times over. Nothing about him had changed in her eyes about him learning his secrets"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He returned her affection, hands gently rested upon her waist. He understood, his eyes closed the both of them standing there for what felt like hours when really it probably only lasted for about a minute.\nBefore he pulled away, looking down into her eyes.\n\n\"I'm lucky to have you, Serrida. Now then, maybe we should work on getting to town now?\"\nHe asked in an amused tone, tilting his head to one side."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She felt like her complete goof then. All of this had been keeping them from what they desperately needed. A warm bed fresh food. And Somewhere out of this cold nasty wet bog. \"Sorry my beautiful bear. I shouldn't let myself get so easily distracted by magic spells and The yearning of my heart\" She giggled to herself. \" I'm sounding like a bard there for a second. \" She said going to the tree and trying to calm down the still frightened horse. Voucher Was less nervous then he had bee before. Sadly they did not completely ease the worry that frightened animal was going through his instinct still saying that whatever was out there was still there even. If it had disappeared. She sighed and offered him one of the few apples she had left in her pouch.\n Not much she would need fresh supplies as soon as they got to civilization. \" He'll need a minute to calm down \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He nodded, walking up beside her before wrapping an around around her torso, his hand hooking into the curve of her waist to pull her closer to him.\n\"Hm, fine, I don't mind the extra minutes\"\n\nKissing her on the cheek and lightly trailing down her neck before letting her go, a sly smirk at his teasing yet still loving actions."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "As much as she wanted to explore this new beautiful thing that was making love. It was the wrong time it was the wrong place. \" Let's wait until we find a room at the town inn. When it safe. \" With his presence around her she was feeling less unless afraid of whatever was out there. Why should she be? Although she was still coming around to the idea of it She was finding it delightful that if push came to shove. Her mate could become a bear sized battlebeast. She didn't envy frost spider or wolf that tangled with him."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He was only teasing her, giving the few kisses and then letting her go. A humored expression on his face as he stood gaurd nearby, hammer still rested on his shoulder as his head remained on a swivel at all time.\n\n\"Only playing with you, love. I don't intend to get down and in the dirt\"\nHis tone suggested otherwise but he remained vigilant, even while teasing his new feline romance."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "The horse was calm enough for her to mount him Made her a little sad that she had to leave her lover's sweet embrace so soon. But it's not as if he would go far walking next to her. \" So taking on the thieves guild. Growing up you hear all kinds of wild stories that they work with the assassins guild. They rule Riften in all but name. And everyone is paid by them to keep quiet about them. Are any of those things true? \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"It's mostly just the Black Briar's and a few of the guards so fat as know. The Jarl seems honestly fairly oblivious to some of it all. But I intend to treat this problem like a nail and drive it into the ground. Hm, who knows, maybe I'll become the Jarl myself\"\n\nHe let out a hearty laugh, only half joking as he held up his hammer and spun it to accentuate his original statement.\nNow leading them all back onto the path to continue their treck."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" You know somehow when my papa gave me his blessing finally after I convinced him that I'm ready to set out on my own I don't think. This is what he had in mind. But it sounds much more exciting than something like Working on a fishing boat or a shoe maker. Taking on a den of thieves with a werebeast. Sounds like something from the stories of old. Better than my idea of going join the stormcloaks to stop empire and kick the elves out. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He initially was more than happy, listening to her speek, though his expression would sour at bring referred to as a werebeast.\nHe still wasn't used to it and honestly wasn't the biggest fan, he would say anything just a small sigh as he continued walking.\nLooking to her at the last comment.\n\n\"Don't bother with it... The stormcloaks are a bunch of ignorant fools, the empire isn't much better, I've decided to mostly stay out of it all. Work on my personal goals. Lucky for me one of them has been fulfilled\"\nGiving her a small glance, holding the eyecontact to drive home just what he'd meant before turning back to the road."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She saw the look on his face after she said that stupid statement. And she heard the groan in that little sigh. She hadn't realized what she had said until it was too late. How it might be viewed as reason for offence. She was still daydreaming about romantic notions of children's stories That she was blissfully ignorant of the reality. \" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that i'm just adjusting to reality. I just came of age on a year ago. Please forgive me If i'm going to fast with this and Not respecting you're right to privacy on certain things. It's only been a day and I shouldn't be so familiar to that extent. \"\nShe would say nothing more of the rebellion until after they had spoken of her blunder."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"It's alright love. You didn't mean anything by it, honestly I'm still coming to terms with what I am.\nAnd it is a curse in some regards, like i haven't had a good night sleep since it happened... And I find myself much easier to irritate. Though that last one doesn't really seem to have any effect with you. I seem to love and adore everything about you, your bashfullness is genuinely cute to me.\"\n\nHe looked to her for a moment, a look of genuine happiness, just looking at her made him feel happier"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"Aw thank you beautiful bear. I will try my best to be the best well me I can be. For what it's worth though. I think it makes you unique. \" Of course she didn't think of herself as unique. Quite the opposite she wanted to be normal. As normal as they came. He was A unique nord she just wanted to be a nord period. Then maybe she would think about a stronger sense of individuality. Hard to contemplate when only a handful of people in the country thought of you as anything more than a talking cat"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hm, I already was. Now it's the kind of unique that I'm not so sure I want.\"\n*A gentle sigh, it was a touchy subject for him, something he was still coming to terms withthat this is what he was now. The power was amazing, but the drawbacks were noticable, at least to him they were.\n\nThe treck continued, hours passing of just walking, the occasional chatter or flirting between them, only now in the distance could Morthal be seen."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She hadn't screamed when killed a sabre cat when she was young. Or the slaughterfish that had savaged her arm. Or her lover's transformation into a beast. She could live with all of that. What made her scream at the top of her lungs was the nightmarish face that had come up from the mud. Eyeless ugly and with sharp claws and teeth. The chaurus were in the swamp already. And now coming above ground to hunt with them was the monsters that tended to their pets. The falmer. Looking for fresh meat and slaves."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "It would of taken no time at all, the moment the falmer's head had come fully out of the mud. It was taking a boot to the side of the head from Reian, knocking it stupid as he raised said boot and stomped down with all his might splattering it into the mud it rose from.\n\nGripping his hammer and looking around quickly, ready for anymore to start rising so he could play the bloodiest game of wack-a-mole ever"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She remain calm. And was failing as she drew Storm Breaker. The ancient sword shining in the light of the sun as she Instinctively pressed her back against his. \"By the divines what are these demons? \" She said as more began to emerge from the muck hearing their comrades cries for help."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Falmer! Damn demons of the undergrounds!\"\nRaising his hammer high he brought it down on another one leaving a dark red splatter of blood, skull shards and brain matter.\nHe kept some distance between himself and Serrida to make sure she didn't get caught in the arc of his rock shattering swings. But at the same time keeping a well enough eye on her incase she got in trouble"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She was terrified. They walked on two legs like me and had pointed ears like elves but that was where the similarities between them and the other races of nirn ended as they hissed at each other. And although they lacked eyes they could tell where they were standing. \"Let's get on Voucher now. \" She said seeing 4 of the monsters. One had a bow. The other some kind of blade made from gods knew what."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "The one with the bow would get an oversized warhammer flung at it, connecting with its midsection.\n\nHe'd grab another by the throat and slam it against the one with the 'sword' sending them both tumbling. He was a warrior and reveled in battle.\n\n\"You keep safe! I can't let these things wander around waiting for the next person to wander across them!\"\nHis voice was a different kind of intense when he was yelling, it was powerful and commanding, a bass that you felt in your guts."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" Don't be ridiculous I'm not leaving you alone here with these things.\" She did a head count one of them was just disoriented with its comrades swords sticking out of it. But one was coming right at her with its own sword raised. She parried . Despite the sword being made out of something that looked like bug hide. It clanged with the ancient sword like steel. The ugly brute whatever it was was strong. Since it couldn't see her hearing it's played against Terrors told it where she was as soon as their swords collided it leaped on her trying. To bite her claw at her. In a panic she did like wise biting and clawing at whatever she could The horrorid teeth going for her throat Actually try to push it off while the one started a getting back up on its feet Shaking off its dead comrade"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "The one she was wrestling with would just as suddenly be pulled away from her, and hurled into the one that had just gotten back up.\nAs he held out his hand to get her back on her feet.\n\n\"Are you alright? No damage? Or at the very least nothing too severe?\"\nHe asked with the utmost concern as he looked her up and down. Glancing at the heap of then he'd created before right back to her."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "It had managed to get her on the one part of her body she was shielding herself from. Her arms. One bite and several scratches. When he spoke to her she tried to answer but given the state of shock she was in all she could do was pant. But she took the offered hand and immediately went to her sword. One of them was still alive on the ground second time it had been knocked to the ground. She went up to it and without any hesitation stuck the thing in the neck. She clearly wasn't ok as she repeated it several more times vigorously. \"Go back to oblivion and stay there.!!!! \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He gave a small sigh at seeing the injuries, though he certainly didn't stop her from finishing the last Falmer.\n\n\"Yknow... Hey say falmer used to be nords or elves. But they were underground so long or whatever that they turned into... Well that. Don't know if those old tales are true or not, but who knows\"\nHe stepped up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.\n\"Are you alright, love?\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"My pa trained me how to defend myself from men and how to hunt animals. Not something that walked the line like that. You're saying they used to be people I don't believe that. There's no way that was a person. I don't know why people aren't hunting these things on mass. I'm pretty sure it was trying to eat me. I can respect a bear or a wolf trying to do that. Those are just doing what's in their nature I don't think this is anything like that either. \" She knew she would be having nightmares about this for a long time."
}
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{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hey, hey its just stories. No one knows for sure\"\nHe would gently place his hands on her shoulders, holding her to look at him.\n\n\"It's alright, we're okay. So long as you have me with you, you don't need to panic. Alright?\"\nFrom a roaring warrior to a soothing partner. Doing his best to calm her."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She melted in his warm tender grasp as her head drooped onto his chest. \" I don't ever want to see them again. It's bad enough people are saying that dragons have come back from the beyond. I think it's bad enough just having worry about Abominations like that. If you hadn't been here and I had done this alone they would've eaten me. \" She couldn't help but cry again"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He let out a slightly exasperated sigh, before pulling her closer. His iron chestplate making hugging less than comfortable.\n\"Heh, then I hate to tell you this but those things are more common around skyrim than you'd think. These lands are chock full of horrifying dangers\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She looked up at his big green eyes. Lightly stroking his blonde hair. \" My love I would soon take with a troll then ever have to deal with those again. I think it's best to be we reach town before night fall. I don't want to see more of them when the sun goes down.\" She could see in the dark and she knew because of his Enhanced senses he could as well. Still best to be indoors."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He lightly snorted, giving her a small nod before helping her back up onto Venture.\n\"Heh, as someone's who's fought trolls. I'd say it's a toss up\"\n\nHe was a warrior, having faced many of insane creatures and people, so his words while a little less than serious, should still be well listened to.\n\"Now let's go find a real bed and sleep for two days\""
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "So do you want to finally change channels to morthal?"
}
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{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "Through the wilderness came Mandor Enellius, although a Quaestor of the Imperial Legion that much couldn't be deciphered from his appearance, well, except for his imperial sword at his waist. Wearing a long sleeved black tunic, with tall black boots and basic brown trousers the Imperial raced man would find himself trudging through a part of the marshes of Hjaalmarch. He was in search of some mudcrabs and had lost a bet with a handful of other soldiers which resulted in him having to go out hunting for them himself, rather than buying from a market. Although he generally did prefer to hunt his own food, mud crabs were always the most tedious as he found himself stabbing at rocks half the time. \n\nHe had a fairly sized satchel at his waist which he used to stuff a few dead mud crabs into. He had gathered three and planned to get another four more. Although he wasn't wielding his sword for the hunting, instead he had found a straight branch and had sharpened the tip profusely to create a make shift spear. He didn't want to muddy or damage his sword during the hunt. Still, trudging through the marshes and walking with high knees and long strides, he kept a keen eye out for any poor mudcrab to thrust down upon."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania hid deep in the cold marshes, splashing around in the murky water and playing in the mud practically everyday.\n\nHe currently was splashing around in the water, giggling until he caught sight of a bright, silver glimmer from afar. He quickly ran behind a tree and crouched, peeking his head out to examine what caused the shine.\n\nHis eyes met a human. A human! He excitedly giggled quietly and stared at the man, eyes wide and curious. This was one of his favorite activities. He loved to \"Spy\" On the people who came into the marshes, watch what they would do and what they needed. He continued to stare at the man in awe and wonder, excited to see what he would do."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "He didn't notice the little spy of course, as he was mainly busy with finding a mud crab. Which conveniently was just found by him and as seen by Sildania: a swift thrust downward into the floor with the spear, but a very precise and technical sort of thrust. He wasn't just forcing a spear down into something, he was stabbing with the intention of killing. And killing he did. Mandor now would reach down to the mud crab and picked it up by its pinchers, looking over it and giving it a swift shake to toss of thicker mud and moments after stuffing it into his satchel, not much more to go.\n\nA few more steps began being made, some more slushing through the thick surface which was a bit of a workout in itself even for a Legionnaire whom practically lives inside his heavy armour. He managed to make way towards a small island amongst the marshes to catch his breath and gather his bearings, where he began looking around now and coincidentally looking directly in Sildania's location."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania quickly ducked behind the tree, a flash of periwinkle as he hoped he hadn't been seen. As much as he loved people, he was terrified of being found by one. Not many Maormer resided in Skyrim and he surely didn't want to frighten anyone. He covered his mouth to make his breaths quiet, his ear twitching and perking up, trying to hear any movement from the other man in the marsh."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "He let off a small sigh as he would look back ahead towards the marshes. He still had some ground to cover and it was at an angle going to end up where Sildania currently was. Eventually he would at least, as he was also in a bit of a rush to get this done. No one enjoyed walking and trodding through murky water and mud least of all Mandor. His spear would be prepared for a thrust again now as he descended back down into the marshes and kept on going.\n\nNot long after he would suddenly stab down again, this time he would lift up a mud crab far bigger than the last he had caught. Just about stuffing it into his satchel he decided that was enough for now, now it was to go back home. But first he needed to clean up out of these marshes.\n\nAnd so, he would once again continue ahead, tossing the spear backwards onto the island he was just on, perhaps it may come of us in the future for someone. It was then that Mandor would look in the direction of Sildania and having developed a little bit of a sense of feeling eyes upon him, he merely shrugged it off for now. Once again continuing to walk."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania listened closely, hearing the muck squelch with each footstep the man took. He let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the tree. He took in a deep breath, letting his courage (curiosity, really) take full control. He looked back out, trying to find the man.\n\nHis watching wasn't malicious, of course, he was just excited to see what people from different lands were like. They spoke Tamrielic. He did too, but he was nowhere near fluent. He doubted that anyone knew his language in Skyrim.\n\nHe continued to search for the man, desperate to keep watching him. Rarely did people come into the marshes so this was a special occasion. Maybe this would be the first person he would introduce himself to."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "Mandor would take a few moments of thought to himself while walking through the marsh, he looked upwards and around momentarily before his gaze suddenly went over directly to Sildania. It was luck, really, he just had an off-feeling but the direction he looked in was just conveniently where he actually was. Now, Mandor would begin approaching his location, dragging himself through the mud and taking clutch of his sheathed sword.\n\n\"You there, who are you to be spying on me like that?!\" He called over now, it was definitely a weird experience considering he wasn't anyone special to be getting followed, so this person was either just a child to him, or... Just a shy person who enjoys watching other people's daily routines. This was of course Mandor's immediate thoughts merely because of the way that he thinks and his mindset being very straight forward, perhaps black and white a bit."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "The Maormer squeaked and jumped up, immediately bounding off light a frightened deer. He jumped into the muddy water, hoping that the man wouldn't be able to find him. His heart thrummed in his chest as he waited for a sign. For anything.\n\nHe hadn't meant to upset anyone! He just couldn't bring himself to truly meet anyone yet. He also lost all sense of bravery when being shouted at, sending him fleeing like a terrified dove."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "\"Hey, I'm talking to you!\" He shouted afterwards as the Maormer would take off. It was hard to tell from a distance that Sildania was anyone unique, as far as Mandor knew this was just some sort of local stalker and it was a normal occurrence. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but want to figure out who was staring at him hunting crabs from a distance.\n\nHe arrived at his last location, the tree. Looking around and panting lightly after pushing through so much mud and marsh he briefly caught his breath and looked for signs of where he was. Footsteps, ripples in the water, broken branches. \"I won't hurt you!\" He then shouted out."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He popped the top of his head out of the water, only his eyes and the tips of his ears being visible. He kept his nose and mouth underwater, wanting to gauge the man's reaction before he fully emerged from the cold water.\n\nHis eyes were full of nervousness and caution, still trying to decide if the man *Actually* Wouldn't hurt him or if he was just saying that. Sildania definitely didn't look like the people in Skyrim and he was nervous that it could add to a factor of being distrusted."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "\"What in the eight are you?\" Mandor now asked as his eyes shot over to Sildania, but he saw the fear that the creature was showing and so he decided to let go of the hilt of his sword, that way he could try and come across as less threatening and actually a man of his word. It's true, he didn't wish to actually harm them.\n\nHe bent down a little bit for a closer view, but being ever so cautious he kept a good distance between them. He didn't know this thing, or person, or whatever it was. It's only right he was extremely aware of the fact this could be some sort of trap too."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He continued to stare at the man, gulping thickly under the water. He nervously stood up, his wet clothes clinging to him. He tilted his head and began to speak, slowly. \"Hel... Lo?\" He said softly."
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "\"Get out the marsh man, come on.\" He said as he would now extend a hand down to the man, although Mandor now had an idea what the situation was here. This wasn't a person from Skyrim, or maybe even all of Tamriels known races. This was an entirely different species of peoples from the looks of it, but he didn't just mention it yet. For now he was going to help out Sildania for him to grow comfortable. The interrogating will begin after that."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania grabbed onto the man's hand, staring at him intensely. He had never been this close to a real, living human before; let alone never touched one. He took a shaky step onto land, eyes unblinking in bewilderment. He was shorter and thinner than the other man, shaking like a leaf from the overwhelming emotions he felt and the cold clothes clinging to his skin.\n\n\"Hell... Lo,\" He repeated, wide eyes staring into Mandor's. He clearly didn't speak much Tamrielic but knew a little. Maybe conversational?"
},
{
"author": "Mandor",
"message": "His eyes would squint briefly as the man greeted, and as he ascended from the water his suspicions were only more confirmed. This wasn't just any Tamrielic race, and he was definitely curious to know more about who this, what looks to be a child, actually was. Noticing the thin stature, the fright in his eyes and of course clothes gripping onto his skin for dear life, Mandor let off a sigh and took out a cloth from his other, smaller satchel.\n\n\"It's the best I can do for now, dry yourself before you get even more sick than you already will be.\" He said while passing the cloth to him, it was the size of a small modern towel for comparison, and although Mandor recognised the limited Tamrielic that he spoke, his actions should do enough talking."
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania grabbed the cloth and wrapped it around himself, staring at the man with still-wide eyes. He tilted his head, staring up at him, his eyes widening further. \"Hello,\" He mumbled, the word finally coming out properly."
}
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{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania splashed his hands around in the cold water, mumbling to himself in boredom. He promised himself that \"*Today was the day*\" That he would finally introduce himself to the people in Morthal. But he couldn't get his dumb legs to move and it was extremely frustrating to him. He wanted to be someone people wanted to meet, but here he was. Hiding away in swampy muck and dirty water. \n\nHe sighed and looked out at the town, begging himself to just *Move*. He wanted to meet people but he was just so scared. Why was he so darn scared?"
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "Trudging through the snow and slush was a man covered pretty much head to toe in furs and thick clothing, his head completely covered by a fur hat, cloth mask, and goggles. One wouldn't even be able to tell if he was alive through all the clothing. He's muttering under his breath in a foreign language, the language of the Maormer, to be specific \"*Damned cold, damned ice, damned Skyrim.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania continued to splash his hand, his ears quickly perking up as he heard a loud step. He stopped his movement, whipping his head around to look for the source of the noise.\n\n\"Mud crab?\" He asked himself out loud, standing up fully and looking every direction to find the sound of the loud crunches."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He isn't hard to spot, his clothing containing rather bright colors, light glints off his goggles, \"I'm a bit big to be a mudcrab.\" He responds, \"You don't look like a local.\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He squeaked in fear and ran behind a tree, hoping the man hadn't seen him (he's not *That* Smart). He hadn't even seen the man! How did he miss him? Maybe the man was a local who had heard stories of him and came to end him once and for all. Maybe he was being arrested for being a menace to the public. Sildania tried to keep quiet, struggling to keep his panic in check."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"You're a skittish fella, arentcha.\" He says, moving closer to Sildania, \"I'm not going to chase you. Not really worth the effort.\" His voice isn't very emotive, to be honest it'd be unsettling to most, especially paired with the fact most of him is covered"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He peeked out from behind the tree at hearing the calm voice, relieved this person didn't seem upset. His grey eyes were wide and curious as he stared, wondering who this frighteningly dressed figure. \"He... Llo,\" He called out, quietly."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "Getting a better look at the individual, he starts piecing things together, \"Bluish skin, foreign appearance, general fear... And relatively unfamiliar with Tamrielic...\" He says, then, in a very natural voice speaks in the Maormer tongue, \"*Hello.*\" He says as a greeting, \"*Suppose you're Pyandonean such as myself?*\" He pulls the cloth mask down and moves his goggles up atop his hat, revealing his face, very clearly a Maormer"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania let out a squeal of excitement and quickly bounded over to the other Maormer, grinning widely. \"*Hello! Hi! My name's Sildania! What's yours? Have you lived here long? Hi!*\" He quickly spoke, clearly overjoyed to be talking to someone, let alone talking in his native language."
}
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{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He's slightly startled by the sudden barage of words, \"*You're an energetic one.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*What are you doing in Skyrim?*\" He asks, \"*Not exactly the nicest place for those of our ilk.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*I came here to explore! I wanted a change of scenery and Skyrim was the perfect idea! Though, the cold isn't very nice,*\" He rambled, ecstatic to finally speak to someone.\n\n\"*What's your name? How long have you been here? Do you speak to the people here? I'm far too scared to talk to them,*\" He babbled, not allowing much time for Nulamas to respond."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*I suppose I should go thorugh your questions one by one. Do you have a camp set up somewhere nearby? My legs are tired from walking.*\" He says, \"*I'll answer your questions once I'm not freezing to death.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Over here!*\" He giggled, quickly bounding off towards a very small area. The mud was a bit more solid and a very small tent was set up, a little pile of kindlings and twigs resting unlit. \"*I'll start the fire! You can sit... Um...*\" He looked around for a suitable spot for the other to sit. He grinned and grabbed a small stump, pushing it next to the small pile of wood. \"*Here you go!*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He nods, \"*Thank you,*\" He sits down on the stump, \"*I am Nulamas.*\" He says, \"*I've been in Skyrim for a short amount of time, maybe a month or so. And I haven't spoken to many of the locals, although I am on the hunt for a carpenter of some sort.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania dropped onto his knees and began to cast flames delicately on the wood. He hummed as the fire caught, standing up and smiling. \"*Nulamas! I like that name! What are you in need of a carpenter for?*\" He asked, wiping off his knees."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Need to fix up my ship. It wrecked off the coast of... Winterhold, we hit a rough patch of ice.*\" He says, \"*So you just got bored of Pyandonea and decided to take the treacherous journey to Tamriel?*\" He asks in turn"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Very dangerous! Tamriel is such a cold and intriguing place compared to Pyandonea! The life here is wonderful!*\" Sildania rambled, overjoyed to be sitting by a fire with a kind person. \"*You have a ship? What do you do?*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Well to put it in the simplest terms. I'm a pirate.*\" He says, \"*A privateer, a corsair, lot of words for basically the same job. Being a Maormer I'm especially qualified, and I do my job quite well, that is when my ship isn't wrecked into a sheet of ice.*\""
}
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{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania listened happily, waiting on bated breath for the man to finish. \"*Pirate? Like a thief? Do you steal things? Are they things you want or things you need? Do you hurt people? Are you a bad man?*\" He blubbered, eyes wide in shock and intrigue."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He chuckles, \"*Some would say I'm a thief or a bad man.*\" He says, \"*But things are never so black and white. I'm a pirate mostly to survive. I also primarily target the East Empire Company, as well as Thalmor patrols.*\" He continues, \"*I do hurt people. If I didn't I wouldn't be much of a pirate, would I?*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*My family would* **Execute** *Me if they found out that I was a pirate! Gods, just thinking about it makes me nervous!*\" Sildania blurted, rubbing his hands together in fright. \"*You must be very brave!*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*One doesn't live a life such as mine without being confident.*\" He says, \"*I decided to leave my life in Pyandonea behind, in search of a better life, and I found it. I will do whatever it takes to keep my life alive.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Does this mean I should be afraid of you?*\" Sildania asked, purity and innocence embellished in his soft voice. \"*Because I look at you and have no sense of fear. Perhaps it's because we're of the same kind, perhaps it's because I see you for a kind individual. I'm not sure. But I feel no fear looking at you.*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*There's no reason to fear me.*\" He says, \"*The only ones who should fear me are the Empire and Thalmor.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*And you do not seem to be either.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*I'm not a fan of the Thalmor either,\" Sildania grumbled, kicking a small rock. \"*On my way to Skyrim, some agents decided that they wanted me dead for not reason. I'm not fond of Altmer in general. They're usually up to no good,\" He huffed. \"*Why do you dislike them?*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Clearly you haven't been here very long.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*They're killing the locals for worshipping their god.*\" He continues, \"*That and I'll always jump at an opportunity to spite the Aldmeri Dominion,*\" He spits on the ground, \"*To use the that name as if we are not descended from the Aldmer.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Over a god?! How pathetic do their reasons get?!*\" He said with a mimic of Nulamas' action, spitting on the ground. \"*Don't they know we're of the same kind?!*\" He spoke, upset and confused."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Old grudges.*\" He says, \"*Childish. It's part of why I left. All because our Immortal Monarch rebelled long before any of us were born.*\""
}
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