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57.363636 | 2023-09-22 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*He sounds like an idiot,*\" Sildania scoffed. He crossed his arms, trying copy some of the mannerisms Nulamas portrayed. To say he was jealous of the stranger wasn't exactly accurate; he was envious! A life of adventure, a brain full of opinions! He wanted that but he had never been able to really pick sides."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Orgnum likely had a point when he started the revolt. Perhaps it was due to political strife, perhaps it was just because he wanted power, I wouldn't dare try to ask him, he has power we can only imagine,*\" He says, \"*But that still doesn't mean we should be victims to old grudges.*\" He says, \"*Although I doubt Orgnum would be very mad about me sinking Dominion ships.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*You know a lot about this topic. My parents always said 'don't go looking for solutions for a problem that doesn't exist.' I know they just wanted to keep me safe, but now I don't know anything about this. I'm sorry I'm not a very good person to talk to,*\" He laughed, looking at the ground with humorless eyes."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*I only know as much as the average Maormer,*\" He says, putting a hand on Sildania's shoulder, \"*There's a chance your parents were right to avoid the topic, I didn't Orgnum is very kind to those who disagree with him.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania sighed and grinned at Nulamas, feeling overjoyed. \"*It's been so long since I've talked to anyone. I'm lucky that it was someone who spoke my language,*\" He laughs. \"*Speaking of languages, do you speak Tamrielic?*\" He asked with a slight head tilt."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*I do. It's a bit of a necessity when in Tamriel.*\" He says, \"*Since I doubt anyone except academics knows Maormer.*\" He chuckles"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Could you teach me?*\" He asked desperately, looking at him with huge eyes. \"*Maybe if I speak the language people will be okay with me?*\" He smiled softly."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*I am... Definitely not the one to do that. I had the benefit of learning a bit of it while home in Pyandonea.*\" He says with a somewhat disappointed tone, \"*I might have a language book back at my ship though.*\" He says, \"*And I believe one of my crew might be able to teach you some, one of them used to be an academic.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*You mean it?!*\" He jumped up, smiling at Nulamas ecstatically. \"*Actually?*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*He was the one who taught me Tamrielic. First human I'd ever met, an older Breton.*\" He says with a smile, \"*A crotchety old man, but he's good people.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Do you think he'd be willing to teach me?*\" Sildania asked, still ecstatic at the idea that he might learn a new language. \"*I swear Imm a good student! I learn quick, I promise!*\""
}
] | 57 | 631 |
41.333333 | 2023-09-23 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*I'm sure he will, he's a good man, a great teacher, and in spite of his rough exterior the man is a big softie, loves teaching more than he does piracy.*\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Does that mean... I can come back with you? Like, for real?!*\" He exclaimed, grinning ear to ear at the other."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*I suppose,*\" He says in a slightly dismissive tone, \"*You'll pay as back with some minor labor here and there. This is by no means free, we're pirates, we don't run a charity.*\""
}
] | 47 | 124 |
39.714286 | 2023-09-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Absolutely! I'll work hard, I promise!*\" He grinned even wider, ignoring his dismissive tone. \"*I'm gonna work so hard and do so good that you're going to wish you found me sooner!*\" Sildania giggled."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He chuckles, \"*Well I guess we'll see.*\" He says, \"*Just keep in mind that if you do intend on joining us full time, you will be a criminal.*\" He says, \"*The Empire doesn't like pirates that much.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania hesitated, unsure if he was truly ready for a life of crime. After a few moments of silence he sighed and looked back at Nulamas with desperation, \"*I understand. I'm willing to take that risk.*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Well you won't be any more criminal than you technically already are,*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*If the Thalmor sees you around you'll be interrogated heavily.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Does this mean I should cover myself like how you do?*\" He inquired, twiddling his thumbs nervously."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*It'd be wise. I'm surprised you weren't already, seeing how jumpy you are.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He flushed and averted his eyes, his ears tilting down. \"*I'm not jumpy,*\" He mumbled, \"*You just scared me, is all.*\""
}
] | 40 | 278 |
48.428571 | 2023-09-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*You can admit you're jumpy. You're in a foreign place where you don't speak the language and said place is home to a group of people who want you dead. Some anxiety is understandable.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*I just don't want people to think I'm weak,*\" He sighed, ears still pointed downwards. \"*Things are so much scarier here than they are at home. I fought* So *Hard to get here and it's... It's so scary,*\" Sildania sighed."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Change is scary.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*Just gotta put on a brave face and bear it.*\" He reaches into his bag, removing a scroll, \"*One of the mages on my ship gave me this. It'll take us right to the ship.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania stared at the scroll in amazement. \"*It really takes you* Right *There? That's so amazing,*\" He mumbled, a small grin on his face."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*It's magic,*\" He says, \"*I have a very simple understanding of it, so I can't quite explain how it works.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*I'm actually pretty good with magic,*\" Sildania claimed bashfully, smiling slightly, \"*I studied for a long time. I'm just fascinated with magic.*\" He sighed and gave his body a small shake out, smiling brightly at Nulamas, \"*Ready when you are!*\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He places his hand on Sildania's shoulder and uses the scroll, one second they're on the shores of Hjaalmarch and in the next they're inside of a ship, \"*It worked. We're here.*\""
}
] | 47 | 339 |
274.5 | 2022-11-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari was traveling through the marsh wearing her cloak which threw out the possibility of hiding and acting like a normal house cat. As she was strolling through the marshlands she caught the very potent and fresh scent of spilled blood on the ground, of course being curious and fairly hungry the feline decides to follow the smell and see if she could get an easy meal.*\n\n*Upon coming across the scene Ja'nari watches a groups of people firing arrows onto a man hiding behind a rock along with a corpse laying on the ground an arrow protruding from his skull, she was unsure why or or who the people firing the arrows were but she decided that she was going to help the man that was out numbered, maybe turning one of what she thinks are bandits into a fairly easy meal.*\n\n*The alfiq quickly casts an invisibility spell before running behind the man in the back of the group and pouncing onto his back. Being about the size of a bobcat she was able to bring him to the ground where she bites into his jugular while clawing at his back. After taking a few quick drinks she casts another invisibility spell and runs up a small tree nearby to get a vantage point allowing her to correctly asses the situation before making her next move.*"
},
{
"author": "gekdwyn",
"message": "*From where Ja'nari stood, the bandits seemed to be a mixture of Orcs on the ground, and Bosmer and Nords in the trees. They seemed to be picking off travelers going into Morthal, and perhaps those that were traveling out. The man behind the rock, Kalil, conjured a small cloud of lightning in his hands, and shot out another arc from behind the rock. The lightning flickered, blinking in and out of existence, but in the moment it had leapt, an Orc was blasted backwards, falling against the ground. Not dead, but stirring up a cloud of dirt where he fell. With a roar, he brandished his battleaxe, and charged the rock again. Kalil realized that he wouldn't be able to launch another bolt in time, and opted to withdraw his Nordic Carved greatsword, inscribed with his name.*\n\n*With a flourish, Kalil slid out from behind the rock, charged the Orc. Short, for an elf, but average height for a man, he was dwarfed by the Orc. But that also allowed for him to sweep his weapon close to the ground, and with a spin, he slashed the sword into the Orc's knees, toppling his foe. But an arrow lodged itself into his shoulder, and while his armer softened the blow, he felt the tip slide into his collar bone, warm blood running over his skin, followed by a coppery smell.*\n\n\"Damn it, by the Nine.\" *Kalil cursed, but he had an idea, sliding his sword into the sheath on his back. He darted to the nearest tree, guessing there was a Bosmer in the tree. With his palms lighting up in a searing, purple light, he slammed his palms on either side of the tree's trunk. A massive bolt ran up the tree, and while it didn't hurt his opponents, or the tree (much) the wood split with a thundrous crack, the soundwave painfully hurting the pointed-ears of the Bosmer. And regrettably, Kalil. The blast knocked him backwards, but the Bosmer were disoriented enough that by the time Kalil caught his footing, he could take cover behind another tree, his sword now back in his hands.*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari watched the events unfold from her perch on a tree wondering to herself if she should see how many the man can take on himself, but she decides that he might be useful in some sort of way.*\n\n*Ja'nari jumps from her tree to the one the bosmer was sitting atop, somewhat taking them by surprise still she jumps from a higher branch casting vamperic drain on them before coming into contact where she claws at his eyes causing them both to fall out of the tree onto the ground.*\n\n*After bringing down another the alfiq quickly runs to the tree the man is hiding behind and looks at him asking*\"Seems like you made yourself a target for them one way or another.\""
},
{
"author": "Kalil",
"message": "*With a sigh, Kalil looking to Ja'nari,* \"Yeah, they might have spotted the silk on my back. Normally people realize it's just moth silk, but some pay good septims for a collectible.\" *Kalil had one more target, a lone Orc wielding two swords. His own greatsword might be ill-suited to fight against someone with two swords, but his lightning would be hot enough to disarm at least one of his target's hands. His ears twitched as he heard the Bosmer bodies get turned over by the Orc, accompanied by a loud roar.*\n\n\"Would you be able to provide a quick distraction for the straggler? Maybe we can make conversation then. Unless I'm *Your* Next target,\" *He began charging up a lightning spell, the flickering light between his fingers growing brighter by the second. The smell of petrichor accompanied the growing intensity of the light. If the alfiq proved to be trouble, he could launch the lightning now, and risk giving away his position. But if they agreed to help, they could take the last enemy down in one move.*"
}
] | 244 | 1,098 |
90.384615 | 2023-09-07 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "Guards\nAs the swamp town had no real walls to speak of guards were patrolling the bridge in and out of the town. As soon as they saw her their hands went to their swords. \"Hold kins men. You know the law. Khajiit aren't welcome inside the holds. \""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I'm not with the caravans he's my traveling companion. I work for him. He can Vouch for me. \" She was trying to keep it together but it was obvious every time she was stopped on account of what she was it was heartbreaking and she just wanted it to stop."
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "Guards \n\" Are you mocking us cat? \" Judging by her accent he was assuming that she was making fun of the Nordic dialect"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He held up a hand staring down the guards.\n\n\"No need to worry, she's my cohort, if anything happens with her then it'll directly reflect on me. Now let us through\"\nHe was solid and concise, holding eye contact with the first gaurd that had addressed them."
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "Guards\n\" Very well but any funny business with her and you pay her fine or You'll both be locked up if you can't pay \""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"I'll behave I promise. \" She said. She had to speak in her normal accent. She didn't know the Khajiit accent well enough to pretend to be one of them. She moved closer to Reian In case the guard thought she was still mocking him"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Yeah yeah whatever\"\n\nHe almost made a show of holding his hand on her waist before marching into the hold, he had little to no worry on his face. Turning to her before speaking.\n\n\"Should we find a stable for your friend? Let him get some good care and holdings while we do the same?\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "But the look on her face said she clearly wasn't in the mood anymore for anything pleasant. \" It happened before when I was younger. My father had to pledge the same thing on my behalf you did. When we would go sell our produce at Solitude. .I... I know I should have expected it I know I should be used to it.. Just... Doesn't get any easier. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "His expression softened. Gently nodding as they walked, eventually stopping their stride as he looked around for a moment, just to clock the area before turning to her fully.\n\n\"Right. I'm sorry, I can imagine such a thing.\nFolks in skyrim... They just tend to be well stuck in their ways, but I intend to break some of that. Starting with Riften, and if I can gain a foothold as a thane at least in one hold then I'm sure I can work to help in other ways.\"\nHis words rang genuine as he looked down into her eyes."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I don't blame the nords. It's the Khajiits fault. If they didn't give the nords reason to not trust them. Then maybe things would be different. But no they steal and sell Skooma. I wouldn't want them near me either.\" She had touched on earlier. How she wasn't the biggest fan of her own kind but now the hatred was really showing. And she could hardly be blamed growing up in a community where she was shunned because of the reputation of her kind."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He frowned hearing this from her, a sigh following.\n\n\"So you think a couple bad apples define them as a whole too?\"\nThere was a look of saddened disappointment on his face at hearing her say this, a small pause.\n\n\"I've met plenty of well mannered Khajiit folk, and the only reason is because the ones that do that were already kicked out of their home for it in the first place so they came here and ruined the name for the rest of them.\nI've been to Elsweyr, the folk there are actually very nice people. The dark elves are treated the same way, and argonians are practically treated like slaves. You can't judge anyone based on their race alone. It just doesn't work like that... Unfortunately the rest of skyrim doesn't get the message...\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"Oh...\" She said after hearing all of this and her ears flattened a little bit ashamed that she had hurt him. Cheapest being stupid and should have remembered that he had visited their homeland before and had probably made friends with several of them. \"I ..... It's complicated. Please just understand my love. I have my own reasons on why I'm not fond of others like me. \" She thought it best not to go into detail about how much She hated them because because of them she was denied so many opportunities in life that she would have got me if they're reputation was anything better in the skyrim. She hated them because she hated herself for being born this. If she was to improve her image of them. Then she would have to learn to love herself and she didn't. It was obvious she didn't and if someone offered her a chance to be human she would take it without a second thought. \" Please forgive me if I said anything that makes you upset I have to admit I don't know anything about your travels So if i've said anything that has upset you I didn't mean it. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"And what are those reasons? I figure I at least deserve to know. To understand so I could maybe help you.\"\n\nHe was concerned, and a little confused on it all. \nHe didn't understand her view of it, he could understand some of it but he just didn't know everything about it.\n\"I just hate to see someone hate themselves because of another's actions.\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" There have always been 2 things in this world. I have wanted the most you have given me one but you cannot grant the other nobody can accept the divines themselves. You know what I want I want to be like you like all the others. Even if I didn't dislike my own kind you can see clearly with your own eyes. There aren't a lot of people out here like me everywhere. I go I get stared at. They're doing it right now. Everyone who's passing us is looking at me. And I would rather I wasn't the subject of curiosity or scorn because I looked like this. If I was a real nord I could walk and go wherever I want and never have anyone bat an eye at me. Even the elves get better treatment than I do. At least they don't have to have someone vouch for them to come inside the cities. I hate them because I have to suffer like the rest of them when I've lived here. My entire life that's not fair to me. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"You're right. It's not fair, but it's still you, there's a lot of things we'd wish we could change about ourselves. And some things we can, others we can't.\nAnd even if it doesn't mean much, I adore you as you are, Khajiit and all. No judgmental nord jack offs are gonna change that for me.\n\nHonestly how unique you are is... Probably part of my draw to you I suppose? I don't know, I don't have it totally figured out why just yet...\"\nHe blushed lightly, averting his eyes to think for a moment, but that train of thought didn't last very long.\n\"Maybe we should find somewhere to rest down, get Venture his stable and then we can talk some more with some walls around us?\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She thought that would be for the best. She didn't want to argue with her her first love so soon after they had formed their bond. So for the moment she would not force her issues on him. Changing the subject she went for her coin purse. \"I've got 500. Should be enough to get us a meal, a bedroom and a spot for him for the night. \" She didn't want to brag that her father had given her a good portion of his personal savings."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Life of a mercenary pays well, so I can pitch in. Though he is your horse so I leave all that to you. Don't know the first thing about taking care of animals.\nAnd you provided the food last night, only right that I take it on myself this time around.\"\nHe nudged his backpack the slightest sound of jingling gold coins... Somewhere in there."
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "Do they even have a stable there? I don't remember.\n\nMaybe they can just pay someone to watch him for the night"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I suppose I can go look for someone who would be willing to watch him for the night. I'm not so sure but leaving him tied up behind the inn and he'll be there in the morning. \" She said hoping there was at least somebody there that was trustworthy. Perhaps the Blacksmith For the regular amount of coin she would pay a stable hand Could be persuaded to watch him for the night."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"I'm sure we could pay an innkeep to watch him. Just make sure nothing happens to him until the morning?\"\n\nHe'd never had to think about an animal before so he wasn't very sure how it would work out.\nLooking to the inn across the way, before back to her.\n\n\"Couldn't hurt to ask I guess?\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She shrugged and followed him into The Moorside inn. At the counter was a middle aged but still pretty redguard woman looking bored polishing a tankard until she saw them and brightened up. Meanwhile the other 2 occupants. A nord woman in a dress that was hardly decent showing off too much chest looked at Reian like he was a choice cut of fine beef until Serrida showed her fangs at the harlot and pressed her body against Reian saying in body language back off hes mine. The girl however rolled her eyes and walked away. Meanwhile the orc bard took this as his cue to play something. And he was terrible. Both his voice and his skill with a lute. Already Serrida was wondering if this was really their only option for food and rest this night."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He was otherwise oblivious to the looks form others inside the inn. Putting his arm around Serrida, his hand resting on her shoulder as they approached the innkeep.\n\n\"A room please, one night\"\nPlacing down 15 gold on the counter for them.\nHe did find some annoyance\n\"And how much to make your bard... Stop... Playing?\""
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "Jonna \nShe took the coin and explained to them he wasn't really her bard. He pays for a room and so she put up with him. And didn't shut him up often on account that lately business had been slow so there hadn't been much of a reason. She did however point them to a table and to order whatever they want to eat and drink"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She nodded asking for chicken and potato stew with a mug of ale and a sweet roll."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He simply asked for a whole chicken and a slice of apple pie if it was available. Paying before grabbing ten more gold and walking over to the 'bard' and handing it to him.\n\n\"If I give you this will you please not play until you see me leave town?\"\nHe sounded almost desperate. The bard begrudgingly accepting it, a little hurt as he ceased his attempts at entertainment.\nBefore Reian returned to his lady and sat down with her to wait for the food.\n\n\"Well that takes care of that\"\nSeeming proud of himself at the very least."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"My father's best friend was the innkeeper in our village he never would have been so sloppy with who he hired as a bard. Honestly the crickets outside make better music\" She said setting into her bowl of food with day old appetite and paying for another."
}
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118.428571 | 2023-09-08 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Well... He wasn't hired he just kinda decided to play here.\"\nHe shrugged, idly enjoying his food.\nWhile he ate his attention would drift, and would end up kinda just staring at her. It wasn't a thousand yard stare either, just like somone staring at a chest of riches they had just dug up out of the earth.\nHis eyes were soft but focused, solely on her. It wouldn't of taken long for his food to be gone and for him to still be just focused on her"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "When the food was gone and the awkward silence rained side from the occasional crackling of the fire and the woman at the counter doing something. She was worried she had made things a bit weird for the both of them especially with what she had said earlier. \" I'm really sorry about earlier. I should have thought before I spoke. I didn't realize you had been friends with other Khajiit or had spent a good bit of time in their homeland. I was just... I don't know. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Her words snapped him out of his love struck trance. Blinking a bit as he sighed standing to take her hand.\n\"Come, let talk where there are no prying ears\"\n\nHe extended a hand to her to help her from her seat, and to lead her into the room they had for the night and to close the door behind them.\n\n\"Alright, Serrida. That's not the problem I just... It saddens me, seeing someone as unique as you are trying to throw it away just because of what others think.\nAnd by doing so also judging your other people harshly because everyone else does.\n\nFor all you know you could end up being what changes skyrim and opens then more to the Khajiit people and vice versa\"\nHe shrugged, he didn't really know but it was certainly a possibility."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "I know I know I'm trying to heat your wisdom just. It's not the easy thing I don't know maybe I should give them a second chance but the last time I try talking to other Khajiits. It ended up going badly. The women were Suspicious of maybe because of how I acted. Which was nothing more than how I act normally. In the males tried to... Do that thing we did last night without any of your passion and romance. I don't know just that whole encounter felt like Everything that is said was validated but I was younger maybe I Misunderstood something or Went into the situation with nothing but my own biases. I don't know. Maybe I will give them a second chance but i'm not relenting on what I want most. Yes I have you and After this whole business with thieves guild is over I would like to see if you would want to plan a future with me. But I don't want to walk between two worlds I want just to be a part of skyrim. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He sat in thought for a moment, he didn't really understand it at all so he couldn't really give any definitve opinion or advice really. \n\"Well, whatever the case, I'm here to help you try and figure it out. Be some kind of support for your troubles, whatever kind of support you may need.\"\n\nHe would gently hold his hands on her shoulders, touching his forehead to hers."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She flushed a little bit realizing that her reasoning came out like a jumbled fool. But it was immediately relaxed to feeling his warm head pressed up against her temple And his big hands on her little shoulders. He really was so huge compared to her. Yet he always tried to be so gentle so sweet so thoughtful and caring. Perhaps it was best if they moved on from grim subjects and awkward conversation and spent some time doing other things. \" How loud do you think we can get before people take notice?\""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He would of been in the middle of swallowing as she spoke, causing him to hitch and subsequently choke on his own spit.\nCoughing and sputtering from the surprise of what she'd just said, taking a moment to re collect himself.\n\n\"I-i mean it's stone walls so... I'm not sure?\""
}
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90.666667 | 2023-09-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "After eating the entire rest of the pie in about the same amount of time it took her to eat the one piece.\n\"Just the joinery there love, I'm fine on gold, and I know these lands like the back of my hand.\nI'm all for hoofing it, but we could always take a carriage. Whatever you feel\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"We won't go on foot. Voucher. He's strong enough for the both of us if you would give him a chance to prove himself. We can't leave him behind. \" She said getting worried when he suggested that they take a carriage."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh no no, I didn't mean it like that, he could follow along with us just fine.\nBut in the end I'd say it's up to you how we move.\n\nBut again, I'm not much for riding beasts, just not my style\"\nHe gave a light shrug, moving his hammer up to sitting over his shoulder.\n\nTurning his head and looking more south east, from how direct the look was one could only assume he was looking in the direction that riften sat"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I'll have to follow your lead this is the furthest i've ever gone. And my own sense of direction is terrible. If you hadn't come along I would been lost in the swamp.\" Personally she just wished he would at least accept the offer to ride the horse so she didn't have to feel guilty about him walking everywhere. She knew he was a strong man built like an ox or a bear. But his feet had to get tired sometime. He was no God but a mortal man needed to rest sometimes. It wasn't as if voucher wasn't big enough for two. Speaking of the horse she went back to claim him from where he had been resting for the night happy that he was still there and nothing was taken off of him. Meaning the guards actually did their job and kept everything secure in the hold. Or maybe the night was just too cold for horse thieves. Regardless she met her companion back in front of the inn with her mount in hand. \"To Riften!!! \" She was making it sound like it was some grand adventure but it probably would end in disaster for both of them she had to stop being pessimistic. Reian knew what he was doing. At least that was the hope."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He's been doing this sorta thing his whole life so he's more than sure that he knows what he's talking about.\n\n\"Hm, more like the treck it's gonna take to get there from here\"\nTaking the first step to exiting the town of the hold, and move on to the next objective"
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "It's so hard to tell if you're on or not"
}
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{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Vaelede Autaracu. Of Gori-Agea.\"\n\n*Their libraries would have them believe that Gori-Agea disappeared.*\n\n\"I was born in the underground hall's. I was raised a forager. The... The Aldmer came, and erased us. I am the sole survivor.\"\n\n*She still got the aldmer part wrong.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Well met, Vaelede.\" The one on the left said, \"Gori-Agea... Vanished, a long time ago.\" The middle one said, \"The Aldmer are long gone, they're the Altmer now, I can only assume it was their so-called Thalmor that destroyed your people.\" The one on the right says."
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Thalmor... That is what Umanym called them.\"\n\n*She sighed, embarrassing herself getting the words wrong.*\n\n\"They saw us, one of us, and followed us. A group of their mages destroyed everything i knew.\"\n\n*She then spoke on Gori-Agea.*\n\n\"It did not disappear, it *Moved*. Away from the Nedic empire.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Umanym is the one who found you, yes?\" Lefty says, \"Most regrettable, I am sorry to hear this.\" Centre says, \"Ah that makes sense, a wise strategy.\" Righty says"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"I believed we were the last until he found me.\"\n\n*She retrieved the book from her pouch.*\n\n\"This is what is left of us. Myself and this book. Our accounts of everything going back as far as our exodus from Nenalata.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "They all nod, Centre puts her hand forward, \"We will take the book, have our loremasters transcribe it and make a copy for our libraries. Your people's story will not go untold.\" Righty speaks up, \"We would like you to speak with our loremasters, as well. Tell them *Your* Story.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"I... I don't want to be remembered. I ran while my people died behind me. I'm not important enough to be remembered.\"\n\n*She gave the tome to Centre. She then removed her headdress and placed it at her chest. The headdress was passed down through the city. It was rumored the feathers were made of those from the bird people. Her hair was black where most ayleids had blonde hair.*\n\n\"If I must, then I will.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"You lived so your story may be told.\" Lefty says, \"You lived so your people could be known.\" Centre says, \"You lived. And that is nothing to be ashamed of.\" Righty says."
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She still didn't want to think about it. She had thought about it that way. It still didn't make it seem right.*\n\n\"I... I understand.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"For now, get some rest.\" Lefty says. \"Perhaps take a walk around the farms.\" Centre says, \"Or read in the Lore Halls.\" Righty says"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"I had not left the guest chambers yet, does this mean I'm... \"In\"?\"\n\n*She put her headdress back on and looked at the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "They all nod, \"Welcome, to Naril Auran.\" Lefty says, \"You are now a citizen.\" Centre says, \" For now you will still be staying in the Gueast Chambers, but perhaps someday soon you will have a proper home here.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"The guest chambers were more than accommodating.\"\n\n*She looked back up at them.*\n\n\"Thank you for your time.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"You are dismissed.\" They all say at the same time. The door to the council chambers opens, Umanym is standing outside waiting"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She left, opening the door.*\n\n\"Hello, Fellow Citizen.\"\n\n*She exhaled as though she had a massive weight lifted off of her.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He laughs, \"You have full reign now, feel free to wander to hearts content.\" He says with a smile, \"It's nice to have a fresh face around here. You can imagine how few visitors we get, since this location is a secret and all.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"You don't seem too keen on visitors.\"\n\n*She said, jokingly.*\n\n\"I'm not sure where to start.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"That is completely up to you.\" He says, \"Merid-Nunda Farmstead is a nice place, calm and serene, full of plant life. The Lore Halls are full of all the musty tomes a bookworm could hope for. The Military Halls are where a lot of the Scouts and Guards hang out, I think there's a bar there, too. The Marketplace is the main social hub, if you want to het to know people.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Hm.\"\n\n*She thought.*\n\n\"I think I'll be reading... I'd like to keep to myself for a little bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He nods, \"Suit yourself. I'll be around if you need anything.\" He says, \"We've plenty of books and tomes to sift through, some were written here, others were recent additions taken from Cyrodiil and Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"I have some catching up to do, after all.\"\n\n*She thought again, looking down.*\n\n\"How many years has it been? I only know... Just before the Empire was formed, and then the time that I left.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Several thousand, give or take.\" He says, \"Multiple wars, a second extinction of the Ayleids, quite a few major events. All while we were hiding away.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Hm. Good fun then.\"\n\n*She turned away.*\n\n\"I'll be in the library if you need me. I'll be there for a *While.*\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I'll be in the Military Halls.\" He says, walking toward the aforementioned MIlitary Halls"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Footsteps outside the door, they stop, and a knock. \"*Vaelede, your presence has been requested by the Council.* The voice is gruff and stern"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She was nervous, she had been anticipating this since she had been told it would happen. She was looking her best at all times, despite never leaving the guest chambers.*\n\n\"Of course. I'll be there as soon as possible.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The guard nods, \"You are expected there as soon as possible.\" He says, walking away."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "After a moment Umanym arrives, \"It's the big day.\" He says, \"I'll walk you there, it's never fun to go alone.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She spoke softly.*\n\n\"Why must guards always be so... Rude.\"\n\n*She looked at Umanym.*\n\n\"Then you've been under the council then? Well... Before the council?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"It's not that they're rude they just... Are a prickly bunch.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Just about anybody who's anybody here has been before the Council. As a Scout-Captain I'm before them quite a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Do you have any idea what they'll ask of me?\"\n\n*She hadn't been before any sort of council since her own City was destroyed. She was getting more nervous the more they walked"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"It's probably just going to be asking questions about your tribe, any history that should be recorded, beliefs, how they died, so on.\" He says, \"I can't imagine it'll be easy for you, but they deem it necessary. Wear your lore as your armor, as they say.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"They wouldn't see me as cowardly? Leaving while my people died? Thats what I always saw it as... Cowardice.\"\n\n*Survivor's guilt. She was unfamiliar with the term.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Survival is important. You lived, you can tell their stories, in a way your people live on through you.\" He says, \"A lot of the elders from back in the day felt the same, like they were cowards for allowing their people to survive another day, just because many others didn't. But here we are now, alive, thriving,\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She reached into her pouch. It was a very, very large book, handwritten in Ayleidoon.*\n\n\"This was written by an elder in case of... Disaster. It's a composite history of our people, from when we split off from Nenalata and onto our own city, our \"Disappearence\", our accounts of the Empire, our little cultural things.\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"This is all that is left.\"\n\n*She was referring to the book and herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He nods, \"It was wise of them to write such a book, a contingency.\" He says, \"The Council will want to know of it, likely give it off to the Loremasters to read through and transcribe, make a copy to have in our libraries.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Our culture was very different I would say.\"\n\n*She pointed at herself.*\n\n\"I'm not clad in Auroran or Aldmer styled armor, we were... Very sophisticated savages. We hadn't the means to farm, we hunted and gathered. Valenwood was the right place for such a thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Much like the Bosmer do.\" He says, \"I'm sure the skills of your people will do much to assist the tactics of the Alasilanda.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*They were asummedly coming up onto the Coucil chamber.*\n\n\"I suppose they would want you here either way, you found me.\""
}
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Can't go in with you, actually.\" He says with regret in his voice, \"You'll be on your own in there, well, save for the Council members.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She frowned.*\n\n\"I suppose there isnt any time to waste.\"\n\n*She opened the door, not entirely ready for what was to come.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The room was well lit, circular with stone brick walls, 3 older Ayleids sit in official and royal looking stone thrones. \"Welcome. Sit.\" The furthest one on the left says, he's an older man his face is unscathed, \"Speak your name.\" The one in the middle says, she's a middle aged woman. \"And tell us your story.\" The one on the far right says, she is a younger woman with stark-white hair"
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*\"So you don't know anything about this house?\"\n\"No.\"\n \"Anyone seen entering or leaving? Any strange lights or unusual noises?\"\n \"It's abandoned and it's always been abandoned.\"*\n\n*The Jarl walked down, with a personal guard clad in Dwemer Armor.*\n\n\"What in oblivion is happening?\"\n\n*\"Jarl, i have reason to believe there is... Otherworldly... Interference in this house.\"*\n\n*The Jarl paused for a moment.*\n\n\"Continue... But keep it down! You have permission to enter if you wish... But you're bothering every damn person who passes you!\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He had heard about this certain haunted house a while ago, watching from the shadows as he heard the Jarl speak of the place that called for him, something ancient dwelled in the old stone walls of those walls, something that he now had the free time to check on.\n\nHe came out of the darkness and made his presence clear,\"If i may my Jarl, i have experience with such places, i ask for your permission to solve whatever issue the place has.\" He stated, he had been keeping an eye on the subject for a while."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He immediately knew that he was a Vampire. The Vigilant, not so much. The Jarl said nothing about that. The Vigilant spoke.\n\n\"I was actually just about to head on inside. Be good to have someone watch my back. Follow me, and keep your eyes open. Daedra are powerful creatures and tricksters. Never know what you'll find.\"*\n\n\"Yes thats... His business. It was never a problem until he arrived. Nobody has seen anything... The only Daedra worship here would be New Temple Dunmer, who are protected under my Law.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Very well then.\" Said the vampire as he nodded, \"I shall join you in this quest, lead the way.\" He said, giving the Jarl a glance before looking back at the vigilant."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Been needing to put that house on the Market again... Tell me what you find, I'll see how honest i need to be in the listing!\"\n\n*He let out a hearty chuckle. He would leave, the Vigilant now entering the building.\n\n\"Fresh food. No wood rot on the furniture. Someone's been here. Recently. But the people I asked say no one enters or leaves...\"\n\nSomething made a noise in another room. An object falling, maybe.\n\n\"Wait. Did you hear that? I think it came this way.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He followed the vigilant in, hand by the handle of his sword just in case there were any unpleasant surprises in this house, he felt extremely uneasy, every fiber of his being told him that he should not be here, that there was something dangerous here, far more dangerous than he could expect.\n\nHe heard the noise in the other room, looking at the vigilant briefly before he walked towards the room from where the noise came, the feeling of fear only grew more and more as time went on.\n\n\"Best to stick close to me.\" Said the vampire, the temptation to unsheathe his sword grew too."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*Next Room. Another noise further... Down the stairs\n\n\"That's it. Something's inside the house. Come on, we're getting to the bottom of this.\"\n\nZeolotry overtook him, he rushed down the stairs into the next room. All seemed normal, until things began floating.\n\n\"Stendarr's Mercy! This isn't an ordinary Daedra. We have to get help.\"\n\nThen Alaric would hear a distant, yet familiar voice. In his own mind.*\n\n**\"Weak. He's weak. You're strong. Crush him.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "His eyes widened in terror as he heard the voice, his heart would be beating to the point of almost exploding if he was still alive, he knew what this was...\n\n\nAnd he knew better than to try and go against his wishes.\n\nHe grabbed the handle of his sword, unsheathed it and turned towards the vigilantes back, closing the distance in the blink of an eye as he put a hand on his shoulder and drove his steel sword into his back, the other end coming out from his chest."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*Tyranus was stood there. The life leaving his body. He couldn't speak, but he was beginning to lose his strength. He fell, off of the Blade, to the ground, pooling in his own blood. Booming laughter filled the halls.*\n\n**\"Yes. Your reward is waiting for you, Vampire. Further down.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He sheathed his blade and stared at the corpse for a moment, before he walked further into the haunted house, now he understood why his instincts warned him, he meddled with forces far beyond his understanding.\n\nAnd yet, he continued to move further."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*In front of him at the bottom was the mace he had been looking for. On a pedestal, but it looked rusty, tarnished. No turning back now though. There wasn't any as soon as he entered the building.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He recognized the altar on which the mace stood, he approached slowly and carefully, he then started to reach out for the old looking mace, was this his reward?"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*The spikes in the floor entrapped him. Sharp, hostile spikes. The voice returned, louder.*\n\n**\"Fool! Did you think Molag Bal, the Lord of Domination, would so easily reward you? What do you see from that little cage? Speak.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He pulled his hand back as the spikes came and imprisoned him, he didn't know if he should bow down before his creator of his his creator would see that as weakness and end him right there and then, so he decided to do as told.\n\n\"I have heard stories, this is the cursed mace of the prince of dominance.\" He spoke, brief and to the point."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "**\"Rusted. Dry. There was a time when this mace dripped with the blood of the feeble and the worthless. But a Daedric Lord has his enemies, and my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate it. Left it here to decay. Until you came.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"...What is it that you ask of me?\" Asked the vampire lord, he was already a product of his creation, perhaps there was something to be gained if he helped the daedric prince in his endeavors, his fear subsided ever so slightly."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "**\"I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knee and give me his soul. He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot. Save him, at Hag Rock Redoubt. Let him perform his rite one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him.\"**\n\n*The spikes retracted into the floor. Now he had a task.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He stood there for a moment, before he turned around and walked out as quickly as possible, now he had a mission from the creator of his species and something told him that failure would lead to a fate worse than death.\n\nHe made his way out of the house and to his destination."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*Logrulf entered the house, and made it down the stairs. He was devoted, certainly. He made it to the altar room.\n\n\"Molag Bal. You think you can best Boethiah's faithful? I have won this contest before!\"*\n\n**\"Ah. But I have my own champion this time, Logrolf.\"**\n\n*The spikes of the cage would encase him.*\n\n*\"What? You!\"*\n\n**\"Vampire. I give you my mace, in all its rusted spitefulness. Crush the spirit from Logrolf's bones. Make him bend to me.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "Indeed he walked in once the priest was imprisoned, walking over to the mace as he picked it up from the altar, the vampire positioned himself behind the priest, raising the mace and bringing it down onto his back over and over again, bones cracking and snapping as the vampire sought to break his spirit."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "**Again!**\n\n*The process of him dying and being revived went through about 5 cycles. Almost every bone in his body was broken.*\n\n*\"No more... I yield!\"*\n\n**\"You bend to me?\"**\n\n*\"Yes!\"*\n\n**\"You pledge your soul to me?\"**\n\n*\"Yes!\"*\n\n**\"You forsake the weak and pitiful Boethiah?\"**\n\n*\"Yes!\"*\n\n**\"You're mine now, Logrolf.\"**\n\n*He would directly adress Alaric now.*\n\n**\"Kill. Him.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The vampire raised the mace once more and this time, he brought it down onto his skull, one blow was all it took for his body to fall limp in his cage.\n\n\n\"It is done.\" Said the vampire."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*There was a silence that fell over the room. The mace in his hand... The rust was coming off, it was beginning to feel... Alive.*\n\n**\"The Mace of Molag Bal! I give you its true power, Vampire. When your enemies lie broken and bloody before you, know that I will be watching. Now, I have a soul in Oblivion that needs claiming. Take care of the house while I'm gone.\"**\n\n*With a villainous laugh at the end... He was gone. And the Mace was Alaric's.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The vampire stared down at the mace as the rust came off, revealing the mace that put fear in the hearts of so many people, then he simply felt Molag Bal's presence disappear from the house, he started to make his way out of the house with one thought in mind.\n\n**Who's the first dawnguard member that he was going to use this on?**"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*That would have to wait. The same Dwemer-Clad personal guard of the Jarl was outside.*\n\n*\"Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood wishes to see you. In Understone Keep.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He looked at the guard, he couldn't do much to hide the cursed mace he carried with him, but he supposed that waiting a bit longer wouldn't hurt,\"Very well, will you be coming with me?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*\"Yes yes... He had a keen interest in you as soon as you came through the gates. I know, by the way.\"*\n\n*But he didn't seem to care. He had a seemingly lax policy on Vampires.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He raised an eyebrow, usually Jarls would react to a vampire with torches and swords, but he did not question his luck and simply made his way to the Understone keep."
}
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{
"author": "Amiena",
"message": "*Amiena sat at a small table in front of the inn's central hearth, the warm orange glow of the flames illuminating the pages of the books they had carefully laid out across the wooden surface. To the outside eye they simply appeared as though they were a mage simply going about whatever business the College was up to these days, an assumption strengthened by the robes they wore. That assumption was only partly true; while Amiena had recently taken an interest in Dwemer technology and its combat potential, they were equally in the city to make themselves a known presence and strengthen their cover."
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari had been set up in the inn for the past couple days, she had made an agreement with the i keeper pay him extra for the room and he would go along with her acting like a house cat, making the innkeeper believe she was hiding from assassins. The Alfiq has been sneaking into the ruins below the city and studying what she can when she can, but today she had decided to relax today as she walks through the inn without her satchel or robe on, glancing around at the tavern goers to see if one might be good prey.*"
},
{
"author": "Amiena",
"message": "*Amiena strode over to the innkeeper and ordered a glass of honningbrew mead. As they leaned to pick up the metal cup, Amiena noticed a strange white cat prowling through the tavern. At first they believed it to simply be a house cat however their time in Elseweyr had quickly taught them differently. On their first day in the desert land they'd attempted to pet an Alfiq and received some mighty claws to the chest, the scars of which remain with them today. The Khajiit's behaviour piqued Amiena's curiosity yet they didn't wish to be invasive and so they returned to their books. Despite this they still kept a pointed eye on the cat, even gesturing for her to join them if she so wished*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari noticed the gaze of the mage and smirked a bit to herself thinking she caught one, she walks over to the women and nuzzles against her leg letting out a soft meow before taking a few steps towards her room and looking back to see if the women follows. As the alfiq-rhat looks back at her she gestures with her head to follow, so even if the person knew that she wasn't a house cat they would know to follow of the person wanted to*"
},
{
"author": "Amiena",
"message": "*Amiena lifted an eyebrow as the Khajiit continued the ruse of playing house-cat. Nonetheless, they were taken by whatever was going on and chose to follow the cat. Amiena quickly packed up their books, carefully placing them in their shoulder bag before following the cat. In the back of their mind, Amiena's training screamed that this could be a trap; though if it were, they were well protected between their magic and an elven dagger tucked underneath their robes*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*As the two walk into the room Ja'nari walks back to her brushing past her leg and closing the door before looking up at her casting a vamperic seduction spell thinking the young mage will not be able to withstand it*\"Hmmmm did you know I was not a house cat, or was you just wanting to pet me... Hmph it matters not.\"*Ja'nari says before jumping towards her intent on tackling her to the ground to feed from her*"
},
{
"author": "Amiena",
"message": "*Amiena's suspicions were confirmed as the Khajiit closed the door behind them. As the Khajiit cast a calm spell, Amiena felt their mind go fuzzy and it took all their mental fortitude to maintain consciousness. As the cat pounced Amiena was knocked to the ground causing all their books to tumble out of their satchel. Taking in a deep breath to recover from the impact, Amiena thrust their arm forward to produce a dagger forged of Elven steel. In a swift movement, they reached out to press the flat of the blade to the cat's throat in order to protect themselves without harming the Khajiit.* \"I do not wish to hurt you\" *They pushed out the words as quickly as they could*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Calm down there little girl. You don't want to hurt me, so I won't make you,\"*She glances up at the books that tumbled out of her satchel and sees the drawings of Dwemer weaponry. Ja'nari pushes the blade back softly with one paw before jumping off her and going to the book looking at the symbols*\"You study the Dwemer as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Amiena",
"message": "*Amiena stood up and produced a small vial from their pocket and drank a small droplet of it. The vial contained a concoction of herbs and Breton blood, Amiena used it to shake off the remains of the calm spell.* \"First of all, I'm not a girl just a person\" *They spoke simply, making their way over to a chair in the corner of the room. Amiena purposefully left their books on the floor in the event that the Khajiit wished to study them. Their journal was safely tucked away in their bag and that was all that mattered, academic knowledge could be freely shared in their view* \"And well, I'm starting to. I haven't had much time to devote myself to study before my enrolment at the College. However the Dwemer's engineering us simply fascinating\" *Amiena spoke excitedly, as was their way whenever a subject of interest arose.* \"I'm Amiena by the way, I believe I caught your name was Ja'nari?\""
}
] | 118 | 1,134 |
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*The Dunmer was seated at a table with a glass of wine. Spear at the side with her satchel, writing down in a journal. She was obviously of some sort of intellectual institution. She was examining a Dwemer Dagger, studying the sounds it made, specifically. 2 empty bottles of wine sat near her.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir walks into the inn as usual disguised as a Dunmer with his amulet and looks around examining who inhabited the inn. He noticed the Dunmer examining a Dwemer knife and was slightly curious, but he thinks nothing of it and sits somewhat close to her and gets a bottle of wine to start with. He had just gotten back from cleaning a bandit hideout and wanted to relax some.*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She was examining the Tones. She believed the metal had some sort of tonal magic involved in its creation. She was smacking it on the table, beating it, trying to tarnish it in any way. She had a pretty good idea of her theory, if it was right. The glass of wine fell, but stopped in the air before hitting the ground, rising back up onto the table. She sighed, before continuing to write.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir watched her for a moment tilting his head curiously then moved to a closer seat as he asks her*\"What are you doing with that dagger?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'm supposed to research the properties of the metal. I tell them it isn't the material, its the Tonal Magic, but they insist. I don't know why i even bother... There isn't much more to learn about the Dwemer. My hypothesis is that the engravings reverberate sound, though it's likely more complicated... Dwemer metal doesn't degrade...\"\n*She set it down, touching up a drawing, a diagram of the engravings on just about every dwemer thing.*\n\"Or I could be dead wrong. Who knows?\" \n*Her voice was rather deep, the normal Skyrim Dunmer accent, but a little Raspier, ashy.*"
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I've been to solstheim a couple times. It is a big rough but it's not terrible if you can defend yourself. So you say your from the college?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Yes... Its nice to get out sometimes, it's quite chilly there, nice to go on vacation. Maybe Stros M'Kai, Elsweyr, no... I end up here. If they want to be rid of me... Send me further away.\"\n*She sighed. She wasn't liked by most of the college, she taught an obscure school and researched obscure things.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Ive never been to Elsweyr before, although I've heard before that it was nice. What do you do at the college if you don't mind me asking?\"*Latkir asks curiously*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'm the master of thaumaturgy. A wizard. The school of magic people dont tend to care for, everything goes over most students heads. I primarily research the Heartstones from Solstheim. Heart of Lorkhan, and all that nonsense...\"\n*She seemed very... Relaxed. Informal. Most esteemed college wizards wouldn't speak in such a manner.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Ah yes I've heard of thaumaturgy, I myself have not learnt much of it but I have heard of it. Not really nonsense it could be helpful, why do they have you researching Dwemer alloys if you are a master of thaumaturgy?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"The Tonal Magic. I hypothesize it to be similar to the Thu'um of the Old Nords, and the Yokudan Sword Singers. All involve sound, manipulating it to bend reality. A Thaumaturgist might want to harness these forgotten arts. To will something out of existence with mere sound and resonance. I don't see a point in it all, researching the alloy, when i should be experimenting at the college with Resonance, instead of figuring out why the special metal doesn't rust...\""
}
] | 65.5 | 395 |
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"The research into Tonal magic would make sense, but having a master trying to find out why metal doesn't rust is infuriating. Does that college not understand what is important when you are a school to teach people magic, they should be focused on just that, magic.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I don't think they like me very much... When I do teach, students struggle to understand because of the nature of the field of magic. So they send me on little pet projects to get me out of their hair. But, it worked out, I found a book I needed for my own research.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"At least you made progress on your own research while on this wild goose chase they sent you on, I suppose theirs no way I could offer my help is their?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She removed a large book from her satchel. The book was gold on one side, grayish blue on the other. On the front, \"36 Lessons of Vivec, a Compilation-Anonymous.\"*\n\"Something like this is impossible to find outside of Morrowind, thank God's I found it. All in their original form, with Sermon 37.\"\n*She put it back in the bag.*\n\"Though it's probably not important to you. I don't think you can do much to help unless you already know the answer to my problem.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"What exactly is it you are researching, if you don't mind me asking.\"*Latkir says with a curious tone wondering what she is using the lessons of Vivec for research purposes.*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'm probably flying too close to the sun. The Secret which was bitten from Molag Bal. Omnipotence. To Sleep, yet be awake.\"\n*She sighed.*\n\"Oh but something silly will probably happen in my endeavors that will destroy the world or something. It's best to be cautious with such a thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"With a goal as such yes it is likely good to be very cautious, I do not believe I can help but I wish you nothing but good luck for the challenge. Many have tried and failed on the same goal.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It is what any dunmer should do. To overcome the world. To break the shackles of Mortality. I'm torn between just... Living a quiet life... Or making something of myself. I haven't done much in these 100 years...\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Why not take the easiest route and become a vampire if that's the case. It's the easiest and fastest way without risking the destruction of the world if that is so the case as you stated.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"And give my soul to Molag Bal? No. The tribunal were not Aedra, or Daedra. They were God's in their own right, they were above almost everything, and they were tangible.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"And your goal is to achieve as much as they did? It's definitely something worthy of the effort. To achieve as much as they did would be an amazing feat if you don't accidentally tear the world apart, or much more likely tear your own soul to shreds.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"We all die. From what I hear, the afterlife waiting for me likely isn't as interesting as making the effort's i can while im here. *AE GHARTOK PADHOME CHIM AE ALTADOON*, I take no issue wandering into the den of Padomay.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I suppose that is a good and advantageous outlook on life in most situations. Instead of fearing death use it as a motivation.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Yes, though, what you suggested is far more likely. Perhap's I'll just... Disappear. As if i never existed. Rumours say it's happened to a few.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Possibly look to your goose chase. An entire species gone their ruins and machines the only trace of them. Perhaps that's what the Dwemer were attempting when they disappeared off the face of nirn, and I apologize but they also likely had better tools to use to their advantage and still perished or whatever happened to them.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Perhaps they didn't perish. Though i like to think they did... They were fools for rejecting the divines they had evidence of. They refused their aid.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Perhaps it was the gods who erased them. Everyone knows they wanted to rival the gods maybe they came close and the divines had decided that their time was coming to an end. Do you not fear that this could possibly happen to you if you attempted, although that would leave the question of how the tribunal were able to do it with no immediate repercussions.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Everything will come to Padomay, Sithis, at some point. Even if I make a little bit of effort on my research, to just come a little closer than others did, I'd be satisfied.\"\n*She took a long sip of wine.*\n\"Though i want to get out of this dreadful city, the corruption runs deep through the ancient brass pipes...\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"The Dwemer were nothing but corrupt you can't expect much more out of a city built by them. I've somewhat gotten use to this city, though you can never get fully use to the place in my opinion.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"You're a breath of fresh air. Enjoyable to talk to, it's hard to find that in Skyrim, everyone are Nords huffing their own flatulence. Though you seem a bit more eloquent than a dunmer raised here.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir shrugs with a slight smirk, as he goes on to say*\"I agree, all these nords can get aggravating at times. I'll take that as a compliment.\"*Latkir chuckles after the statement*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I used to live in Windhelm. Dreadful place. Could've afforded a nice home... Was forced into the slums with the rest of my people. Moved to the college after the locals were fed up with me. Solitude is nice... Though a bit snobbish.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I lived on the outskirts of Whiterun for a while, it was probably the most enjoyable existence in Skyrim their. Though I did rarely go into the city and mostly kept to myself. Though I've been debating on moving to that island, Soulsteim. I lived their for a short time a while ago and it was a lot easier than dealing with these racist nords.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Then you have to deal with all of those Great House politics... All of the Hlaalu-Redoran mischief...\"\n*She looked down. She herself had Indoril, and Redoran blood.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I just try to stay out of it, I'm not really directly related to any of the houses so I just try to keep my distance from the politics.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Ah, then your family must've been Ashlanders. What is your name?\"\n*She realized she hadn't gotten his name yet. And she was mildly suspicious of him. He seemed odd. Wasn't like the rest of the Dunmer in skyrim. She opened another bottle of wine, that was three. Some special alto wine.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir quickly responds with an about halfway confident*\"Latkir Vilbar.\"*He says as he thought of some random Dunmer sounding family name*\"What about you, I don't think I caught your name either.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Nereva Teiilyn. Latkir isn't a Dunmer name. Not a Common one anyway, that's an Ehlnofex suffix.\"\n*She stared him down. Drunk but... Observant.*\n\"Nor is Vilbar.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir shrugs as he says*\"I don't know ask my parents, I'm just going off what they named me.\"*He continues to try to act confident about his response*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'll take your word for it, I just find it odd.\"\n*She was onto something. She could feel a magical aura coming from him since he entered the inn. Something felt off, though she couldn't place her finger on it.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir finishes off the bottle of wine he had gotten earlier as he orders another*\"My family was somewhat of a odd bunch, I just never questioned it.\"*The inkeeper brings him another bottle and he begins to take occasional small drinks out of the new bottle*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Mine are typical dunmer house loyalists...\"\n*She took a sip.*\n\"Hated argonians too. They lived through the Oblivion Crisis, and the sacking of Mournhold after the red year. Nords are worse than argonians, at least argonians have culture.\"\n*She giggled a bit. She seemed to dislike nords, but it was all in good fun. At least it seemed.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir holds himself back from going on about the nords a bit and decides to just say*\"Yea the racism can be aggravating, but you have to deal with that everywhere I've met a few decent nords.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"There are a *Few* Decent ones. But most only care for Nords. Ulfric is too busy looking at his soldiers oily muscles to give any effort to fix up the Gray Quarter. War is only just beginning though.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir laughs as he hears Nereva*\"Yea. I suppose we could say that's why the grey quarter is the way it is.\"*He says with obvious sarcasm to his tone before taking another larger drink out of his bottle of wine*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I don't have much hope for the Empire though. Both are weak little armies, one just has more passion. Should probably head for the college soon. I do enjoy a nice carriage ride.\""
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I agree, the empire has already failed. I have a question since you are returning to the college, is their anyone their who knows geography, enough to point me in a general direction of something based off a small sketch?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I might be able to. What is it?\"\n*She seemed excitef to actually do something interesting for once. At least helpful.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Well my primary profession is as a mercenary, as of lately I've been doing a lot of bandit hunting and this paper is all I have to lead me to their hideout.\"*Latkir says making up some excuse that sounds plausible, he pulls out a small note and folds it to hide some writing at the bottom and he shows her a sketch of Autumnwatch tower*\"I was told it is somewhat far away, but their not exactly sure where the place is, if you could point me in the right direction it would be very helpful.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She looked at it. Gazing before it hit her.*\n\"Oh? Thats far south of Ivarstead. Near the Pale Pass to County Bruma. I was down there looking for any little artifacts from the Akaviri Invasion when Reman became emperor. I went the wrong way and had to scale a hill to get onto the pass, and i saw those 2 towers. It's out of the way but it sticks out.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Thank you. I suppose I'm going to make my way their in the morning, tomorrow. Those bandits arnt going anywhere. Goodluck with your metal research.\"*Latkir says with a laugh as he takes another drink of his wine*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Yes, hopefully so i can get it over with.\"\n*She said monotonously.*\n\"I don't get you mercenary types, I don't take pleasure in killing.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I don't really take pleasure in the act of killing I take pleasure in using my skills to earn a living. What else do you expect me to do go to the college and try to become some type of teacher, maybe in another life. I would not be able to handle sitting in a class room for hours at time again just going over the same thing, even if I was the one teaching it. It would be a boring existence in my opinion"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Hm. It's difficult to find meaning in such an existence, but it is a worthwhile one. You pass on your skills to another, and another. It isn't the now, its the future. Its the grand scheme of things. The ability to have a part in the Song of the World.\"\n*She downed more wine.*\n\"How philosophical i become when I drink, i usually just would've told you to go away.\""
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"That is very true, but why would I worry about that currently? I want to enjoy my youth while I still have it, anyways I have at least another good two hundred years, as long as some milk drinker doesn't dig me an early grave.\"*Latkir takes another swig from his bottle of wine and goes on to say*\"Its alright, I'm enjoying your conversation anyways.\"*With a slight shrug as he finishes this next bottle and orders another*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"By the Three i feel old. Just 101 but it just feels... Like a test. I suppose it's supposed to be.\"\n*She smiled and didn't take note of him saying he had a good 200 years left. Would've set off a line of questioning if she wasn't a bit tipsy by now.*\n\"What do you think it means? Mortality, i mean...\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Ohh shush, your not old. Your only slightly older than me. I'm 78.\"*Latkir sips the wine he was brought and shakes his head a bit*\"Every bottle of this stuff they bring me is stronger I swear.\"*Latkir ponders her question, what did mortality mean*\"It means that you should enjoy the limited time we're given. Imagine what it's like for the men, and Beastfolk. We would both already be dead or be on the brink of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It gives life a bit more meaning if its shorter. I don't know how to explain it... I feel too fulfilled, even though I haven't seen everything i want to. Maybe I'm just being nihilistic.\"\n*She took a big sip of wine and called for another. They were getting looks after going through bottles upon bottles of alcohol.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"I suppose I can understand that. You feel like you've done more than you were supposed to, yet you continue to crave more?\"*Latkir halfway slurs out as he takes another gulp of his wine*\"I wonder if they think we're drunkards, either that or their admiring our combined beauty.\"*Latkir exclaims loudly enough for everyone in the inn to hear him as he chuckles and takes another drink out of his bottle*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Yeah I-Well... It's just, I feel sometimes guilty? Outliving... Generations. Its just... I dont know.\"\n*She was rather quickly getting genuinely drunk. It was an uncommon sight seeing two... Elves get so... Crunk.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"That's understandable, I've had to leave a lot of generations behind already, and they were elvvvvves... Like me and you, they are still alive tho. I just cannot return.\"*Latkir says looking down for a second before taking a bigger chug out of the bottle, his gaze then returns back up to Nereva as he gives a slight smile*\"ANYWAYS! You need so... Someee ressssst before going to the Coolage. Here I'll get you a room so you can go when you want to or whatever. Your in No condition to travel.\"*Latkir says as he pulls out his coin purse and pays for both of their tabs with a room added onto it, with a small tip for the trouble.*\"Theeeeeiirrrr yaaa go. Now I ain't telling you to go nowwww... I'm enjoying the conversation but you are welcome to go whenever you wish"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"That's, thats reaaaallly sweet-ofyou. I-uh, I think you're a good man! Elf?\"\n*One of the empty bottles fell off of the table and onto the ground, shattering into little bite sized chunks. Looks turned to glares.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir slowly puts a few more septum's on the table and whispers to the inkeeper*\"Ill clean it up, I apologize sir.\"*He turns back to Nereva*\"Maybe you might want to go to sleep.\"*Latkir slurs out as he slides the glass up against the bar so no one steps on the glass*\"What do you think, do you need help to your room?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She proceeds to try to say something but then cartoonishly fall onto the table and pass out, almost knocking over a bottle, but it doesn't break.*"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"And I'll take that as a yes.\"*Latkir says as he catches the bottle and sets it back up. The 'Dunmer' then picks Nereva up gently and carries her to the room he bought and lays her down softly before throwing a blanket over her. Latkir then begins to walk out the door of her room looking at the shattered glass as he is halfway out the door*\n\n*Latkir continues out of the room and cleans the shattered bottle then sits down at the bar before promptly passes out at the bar*\n\n*A couple hours later Latkir wakes up writes a quick letter explaining that he enjoyed their conversation and slips it under Nereva's door and then leaves after making sure he had his belongings heading towards Autumnwatch Tower*"
}
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{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*He turned his head towards him slightly. Was this him? Hm. Expected someone less... Like that. He had some sort of cigarette on an ashtray on the bar counter. It smelled like some sort of flower he was smoking so most patrons didn't mind. The bartender looked nervous... With a mad beggar coming in.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"What is this PISS WATER!\" He shouts as he spits out his drink, \"Disgusting! Are you trying to kill me!\" His hands glow with flame, he truly loves nothing more than putting on a show, he continues shouting, then launches a fireball at the ceiling, causing the chandelier to fall and crash into the bar, destroying it and setting it on fire"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*He groaned, taking a long drag of what he was smoking. 3 Guards entered with their weapons drawn.*\n\n*\"Stop it! Stop it now! Get on your knees!\"*\n\n*The guards seemed to be scared of him, though.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"For what reason! What is the charge!? Eating a meal?\" He shouts, as he kneels and puts his hand behind his head"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*\"Disturbing the Peace, Reckless Endangerment, Vandalism, and the list goes on! You could have killed someone for God's sake!\"*\n\n*One guard moved to cuff him with cheap steel cuffs. One of them was being excessively rough with him, knocking him down before picking him back up again. Suddenly, the sound of a blade very quickly leaving it's sheath filled the room, it was at the throat of the guard who was roughing him up.*\n\n\"You don't lay another fucking finger on him. He complied.\"\n\n*Smoke left his mouth as he spoke, and the guard backed off. Achel winked at Palomir.*"
},
{
"author": "eggplantsrbetter",
"message": "Pal: \"Yes, the pushing and kicking is most unnecessary!\" He says, \"Just take me away to your prison, I will comply.\" He gave a slight nod to Achel, it wasn't obvious so only Achel would actually notice"
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard sits at the bar drinking away at his ale in solitude*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*A new patron enters, the silence broken by the stone doors. A soft chuckle released from the Daedra, a stroll to the bar. A hand resting on his Scimitar hilt*\n\n**\"Heh, mortal mind getting me some of this Inns best ale. Maybe some a nice meal, i traveled ever oh so far to get here... HA!\"**\n\n*He made laughter, strolling past most patrons. Clearly getting stares at. Taking a seat near the fire place, more so taking someone's seat as he winked at one of the maids*\n\n**\"All so tense, relax you mortals..\"**\n\n*Gently stroking his goatee, examining some of the patrons spotting Alabard*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard makes eye contact with for a moment before returning to his drink. Trying to desperately hide his curiosity on his face as he dose so*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*The Daedra await for his drink, if it would be very served to him. Glaring at Alabard, clearing his throat. Getting annoyed with such stares*\n\n**\"Why does every mortal have to act like a staring pest..\"**\n\n*He mumbled under his breath, groaning as he stood up. Valgren reaching the man*\n\n**\"Have something to say? Hmm?"
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Still facing his ale, Alabard would eventually speak up when he found the courage.*\n\n\"No... I didn't mean to offend with my glance.\" \n\n*He took another sip of his ale before slowly turning around to face him* \n\n\"But if you don't mind me asking... From what plane of Oblivion do you spawn from?\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*He glared at him, being handed his ale. Chuckling, foraging some septims up to hand. Taking a massive swig, he doesn't rlly need it8\n\n**\"Well, what does a mortal need to know? Who's asking, come to send me back?\"**\n\n*Glaring at him, getting close before breaking into a laughter. Taking a seat next to him*\n\n**\"No need to be so serious, it's quite hilarious seeing you mortals react to us Daedra... But the Deadlands of course, a mighty knight of the Prince himself Mehrunes... Or Atleast my official title goes..\"**\n\n*He smirked, the sentiment towards his prince wasn't exactly welcoming*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard nervously laughs alongside him trying to hide the awkwardness he feels.*\n\nSorry for any insult... It's just I myself have always had an interest in the Daedric princes since I was young. I was born on jesters day apparently. An old holiday celebrating the prince of madness himself, Sheogorath.\n\n\"My curiosity in Daedric princes aside I'm also quite curious in why a Daedra would be here of all places?\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"Well lucky you huh mortal, but..\"**\n\n*Clearing his throat as he spoke quieter. Turning to him glaring with his bright glowing eyes*\n\n**\"Ive been bound to Nirn, The college of those cowards in Winterhold decided to run one of their... Experiments..\"**\n\n*Valgren explained his situation, chugging the rest of his ale. The Daedra fixing his seat*\n\n**\"Maybe im here for work. Maybe for what you guys call... Love. Hahaha! Quite kidding of corse, this Daedra is just looking to live among the people. Even the pest...\"**\n\n*He smirked, talking in a not very serious tone*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Showed signs of concern on his face as he looked down at his Winterhold college robes then back at Valgren*\n\n\"I'm sorry to hear that. I guess you and me have that in common. Our minor distaste for the college that is. That's the reason I'm here in the first place. My mentor said I lack experience in the magical practise and I should come here to find it. I wouldn't have come if I had known the place houses Reachmen near by. \"\n*Alabard stopped noticing himself the rant he had begun. He began to turn red as he took a long sip of his ale*\n\n\"Sorry for rambling...\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Nodding, he actually listened. Chuckling at his predicament.*\n\n**\"Scared of those pest? How cowardly no offense, I'd suggest this city rid them..\"**\n\n*Shrugging, whistling for the barmaid*\n\n**\"Two more, make it quick yes?\"**\n\n*Sliding more septims, glaring back to Alabard*\n\n**\"Mayeb i settle down here, yes Daedra like myself do try to live normal lives sometimes. But that doesn't mean we're equal..\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard nodded at the gesture of him buying him another drink. Or so he assumed* \n\n\"Not so much fear... More hate.\"\n\n\"I understand that, I respect you for what you are but to ask the same of you... Would be like a wolf respecting a rabbit as equals just because they live in the same environment.\""
}
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{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*He scoffed, crossing his arms with a sharp smirk. A shake to his head before looking at Alabard*\n\n**\"Asking for respect? Hmph, I suppose for now... But Respect is earned, but anyways. Maybe I work for whatever Jarl is in charge nowadays..\"**\n\n*Finally receiving his drinks, both hands reached looking at the bottles. Eventually handing Alabard a bottle*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "Alabard takes the bottle feeling his fear of the man in front of him slowly leave. He pondered for a moment how quick he became comfortable around him* \n\n\"Well let me earn it. I need the experience and you look like a man who shouldn't need to bother himself with such trivial tasks. I could be your partner... No apprentice, I am not yet your equal. I could do the things a immortal being such as yourself shouldn't bother with.\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*A swig in response, groaning in a slight frustration. Glow eyes wondered to Alabard*\n\n**\"You? Want to be a partner to a Daedra? Heh, there must be something wrong with you... Does the College do that to you mortals?\"**\n\n*Chuckling with a sadistic grin, taking another large swig. Valgren wasn't denying a partner or someone under him could prove useful... But dangerous*\n\n**\"But... If tou want to be my \"Partner\", what do I get out of this? Why should I even have a partner?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"Like I mentioned earlier, I need experience and I have a feeling working along you will give me a lot of that. Besides it's not everyday a mortal comes around offering free services expecting nothing in return. It's the least I can do after staring at you like I did earlier.\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*A deep grump came from him, contemplating his choice. A quick adjustment to his shoulder amor piece and glare to him again*\n\n**\"Hmph, Have no real choice out of this... I'm only in this place to find a better paying occupation, you mortals and septims..\"**\n\n*Valgren finished his second bottle, letting it roll on the counter. Glancing at the man*\n\n**\"Dont get in my way and expect a lot of foes. Not many nice people like my company nor Daedra. My old partner I have you know is on a hunt to get me back to Oblivion..\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"How comes if you don't mind me asking? You two had a falling out or something?\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"Gah? Do you mortals, even the ones from the college not research Daedra species? My pair I fought with for centuries, though I found my chance to escape the Flame Father. He and Dryeite didn't give me the respect and reward I deserved for my time killing in his name... What did you call it? The crisis?\"**\n\n*He chuckled, clearly understanding the not good sentiment people had towards his kind. Smirking, his gaze looked at who heard him*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"You was there during the crisis?! I don't why I'm surprised I mean of course you was. This is only giving me more reason to serve under you as your apprentice. I can learn so much from you.\"\n\n*Alabard was visibly engaged and interested in the man now. His posture was now aimed towards him and his eyes showed signs of interested and wonderlust.\"\n\n\"So is that a yes... Will you take me as your apprentice... Um im sorry I just noticed I don't even know your name.\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"Of course I was there, the best damn knight against you mortals. Though I do not care what happened then, I care why you want to learn from a Daedra?\"**\n\n*The Daedra asked, but immediately stopping them man from responding. Beginning to laugh lightly*\n\n**\"Fine, I will take you as an \"Apprentice.\" Or whatever you mortals say, you will serve me yes? I am Valgren Othrron or how those Dunmer call me Val the Rovak Bringer.\"**\n\n*He said more enjoying the boasting about his name, clearly enjoying superiority*"
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"Yes my lord, though you should know I am most proficient in destruction magic then any other school.\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"Destruction is good, powerful. But, you yearn for more yes?\"**\n\n*He asked, the Daedra chucked. Showing his hand as one for power, his finger tips has a blue hue. As the bottle he gave Alabard shot back into Valgrens hand. Immediately take a swig*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard was drawn to the blue hue emanating from his fingers as a look of curiosity and eagerness grew on his face*\n\n\"Yes... I am.\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"Well, eventually you will learn more. I don't exactly have the best application to help you. But, surely you'll pick up on things..\"**\n\n*Suggesting, setting the bottle down. Sighing, as he was getting bored of the tavern*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard frantically finishes his ale before turning back to his new found mentor*\n\n\"Well then. Where are off to next. Mentor.\""
}
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{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*The Daedra stood, brushing himself off as he grumbled under his voice*\n\n**\"I intend to stay in this city, I have work to find and possibly a home to stay. I do have enemies that are looking for me, what better place is to hide in the most impenetrable city!\"**\n\n*He laughed hard, sliding the stool in. Using telekinesis to yank some bottles from under the table, winking to Alabard as he slowly krept*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "Alabard tried to hide his chuckle as he watched Valgren pull his stunt. It's hard to believe he once found the man intimidating and though still very true, he can't help but feel comfortable around him.\n\n\"Very well. If it is my mentors wish to stay then stay I shall... Even if I do despise the place myself\" \n\nAlabard chuckled to himself a bit"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Glaring back to his new \"Apprentice\", nodding for him to follow*\n\n**\"Whether you despise or not isn't entirely my concern, so let's go. I wish to see if I can get an audience with one of your so called leaders of you mortals.\"**\n\n*He chuckled, waiting by the doors for him. Already drinking another bottle, his gaze going about the room once more*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "Alabard chugged the remaining drops of ale before slamming it back down on the counter before following closely behind Valgren. \n\n\"Lead the way.\""
}
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{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "*Within the Brass-Blood Inn, as patrons milled about drinking and talking, and as the innkeepers served drinks and food and offered rooms, there was a well off looking stranger sitting by himself at a side table. A Breton of slender build and slightly short height with combed black hair and a rather impressive mustache, dressed in a luxurious red coat, a white shirt, a leather belt, dark blue pants, and a pair of fine buckled shoes. He didn't seem to pay much mind to the other patrons, sipping from a silver goblet filled with alto wine, with the bottle sitting half empty on the table.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "Palomir is already at the bar, talking to the innkeep, \"I already apologized! It was for some operation on behalf of the Jarl! I swear, you set the bar on fire once and suddenly you're branded as a pyromaniac.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "*The stranger seemed to be half focused on his wine, and half trying to listen to the Altmer's conversation. A face that spoke of immense curiosity tempered by... Something. Whatever it was, he was glancing over at him hearing what he was saying. Was he amused or upset? It was hard to tell.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"The Jarl wouldn't have been able to kill that Forsworn bastard if not for me, so I expect half decent service!\" He says, somewhat angered, \"Now will you just give me my wine so we can be done with this conversation?\""
}
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{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"No need, stranger. I still have a fair bit left of mine, and I am not opposed to sharing. Please, come and sit.\"\n\n*The stranger spoke up to the Altmer, smiling and gesturing to another seat at his table.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"You wouldn't happen to be drinking an Arenthia Red, would you? Damned bartender is holding out on me.\" He says, sitting down at the Breton's table, \"What brings you to the Reach, Breton? You don't look like a Reachman, don't smell bad enough, either.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Unfortunately not, it's a jazbay grape wine from Eastmarch. Alto, I believe. I find it a passable wine when others are not available, but you are a mer of good taste. I have come from Northpoint through Solitude seeking assistance with a private matter. Alexandre Beaumont, son of Duke Gregoire Beaumont of Northpoint, at your service. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, sir?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Palomir Direnni, at your service.\" He says, \"Nobility. Long way from the duchy, aren't you?\" He pours himself a glass of wine, taking a cautious sip, \"Passable indeed.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Ah, a member of Clan Direnni? I see you too are familiar with the workings of prosperity and commerce. And yes, desperate times call for desperate measures, I'm sure you know. And my situation is a very complicated one. To put it short, I have developed a very harmful condition. It isn't contagious, no need to worry, but I should warn you: it does cause oftentimes violent mood swings and memory problems. To avoid endangering my family, I came to this frigid land following rumors of individuals who may know a way to cure it, or at least lessen the symptoms. I'm staying here for a night or two so my Duchess can rest up while I visit the Hag's Cure. But even then, I had to leave my home with haste, and so my sources are improvised. I haven't had a good night's sleep in... Several days, which I believe to be both a symptom of my condition and a direct result of my extensive travel.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Lycanthropy, I presume?\" He says in a hushed tone, \"Loss of sleep, mood swings, memory loss. Quite easy to put the pieces together.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "*Alexandre was visibly taken aback by how quickly Palomir recognized what he was saying, and he sighed deeply. His voice became quieter, more mournful.*\n\n\"...I spoke too much, didn't I. Yes... I still remember it. The fishing trip to the east of Northpoint. The sounds that *Thing* Made. The way it just... Grabbed my friend Edgar in a blur. A horrible creature, an abomination. A boar twisted into the shape of a man. It spread its curse to me, and now I must live knowing that whenever I go to sleep at night, there is a chance someone will die. A chance I won't ever wake up. And if I am unlucky enough to see the morning, I'll remember what I did. I can't live like that near those I love. I can't live like that at all.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"So you're part pig?\" He says, swirling the wine in his glass, \"Some would say that's fitting for a member of the aristocracy.\" He laughs, taking a sip, \"So instead of being a bloodthirsty monster on the homefront you decide to be one in an active warzone rife with refugees? An odd choice. I do hope you find that cure you're looking for, I'll keep my ear to the ground on any cures. Few are easy, and the ones that are easy aren't pretty.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Skyrim wasn't my first choice either. But the best lead I was able to discover spoke of men that fight as beasts. And better in a warzone than near the people who know me, and who I don't want to endanger. I've already contemplated death as a cure once, and it was a very dark time for me to endure. I don't plan to give up easily. Not Alexandre Beaumont. I feel like a fool asking a stranger such an inquiry, but would you know of any groups that fight with a bestial spirit?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Only rumors. A few former members of the Companions were discovered to be werewolves. I'd wager something's going on within the Companions, but you'll have a hard time getting any straight answers. They're a well respected group, cultural ties dating back to when the Nords first arrived.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Then perhaps they are my greatest and, at this point, only chance to get answers. My only company for this journey is wishful thinking, hoping I won't wake up covered in blood that isn't mine. You can't know the feeling of that. To wake one day, remembering screams and crunching sounds. To remember being a monster.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I can do some research in the mean time, talk to contacts and the like, see if I can't dig anything up. I remember word of a cure made a long time ago, during the second era, but I'm unsure if it would work on your strain. The lycan back then was a werewolf, and you're, well, a boar. Outside of that I only know of the Glenmoril Wyrd. We're a long way from Glenmoril, and they don't give up their secrets easily.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"I didn't even bother looking into them for those very reasons. Secrecy. And I don't suppose witches have any interest in gold or fine estates, so I have nothing to offer them. I'm a merchant, not a mage. Although I am a fine swordsman, but more to the point. I greatly appreciate that you, a stranger with no obligation, would entertain my attempts to seek help. I can only dream, with what little sleep I get, that one day I can look back on these times with relief. Bittersweet relief.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Oh I have my reasons.\" He says, \"The only currency worth more than gold is a favor.\" He has a cocky grin on his face, \"I might be able to work something out with the Wyrd on your behalf. I too am a merchant, I deal in many things, including things that the Wyrd might be interested in.\""
}
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{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"I dread to imagine what the savage's final moments were like... But it is good to do away with such violent and unreasoning individuals. But I will likely be in town for a bit... At least, until *Circumstances* Force me to depart. You know what I mean.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Personally I would have preferred exile or locking him in a room with no windows, but I suppose crushing was a... Way to do away with him.\" He says, \"I might stay a bit longer, that is until I need to return to my ship.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Ship? We are a long way from any port, friend! I don't believe I caught what drew you here, have I? The conversation has distracted me greatly.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I'm making the rounds, as it were. Things to buy, things to sell, people to meet. So on and so forth.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Similar to my own motivations, but for different reasons. As I said, I am a merchant of sorts. I know my way around a good deal and investments, and considering my limited options, I'm inclined to believe a favor for your aid is only a good investment.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"And what do you trade in?\" He asks, \"I myself deal in exotic goods.\""
}
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{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"You mentioned exotic goods, and you are a merchant of Clan Direnni. Magic is your commodity, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"You would be wrong. I sell a bit of everything, really. I travel from province to province, trading goods. I end up with quite the eclectic arrangement of goods.\""
},
{
"author": "Alexandre Beaumont",
"message": "\"Ah, a variety of good then? Fair enough, fair enough. I can imagine you would accrue a number of unusual goods traveling across Tamriel.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Indeed. I sell things even most nobles struggle to obtain easily.\" He says, \"Even some things most would deem immoral.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The guards would parade palomir through the Street before sending him straight to the mines. He would be put in a Holding area, before being undressed, searched, and put in Rags, and given a pick and a sleeping mat.*\n\n\"Don't get any ideas... No one escapes Cidnha Mine.\"\n\n*It was cold, desolate. Murmurs from other miners filled the air.\n\n\"See that crazy elf?\"\n\"I hear the Jarl and the Silver-Bloods are at each other's throat... Wonder why.\"\n\"Madanach hasn't left his cell in ages...\"*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He sits a moment, gathering his bearings, where everyone is, taking notice on anyone of note, where any drafts are, and where Madanach likely is. After some time he stands up, keeping the pickaxe in hand, and approaches the orc who guards Madanach's cell. \"I'd like to speak with this 'King in Rags' if possible,\" He says, \"It's of utmost importance.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Hrmmm. What for? Don't look like much...\"\n\n*He was tall, intimidating... Physically anyway, but would be easy for Palomir to take out.*\n\n\"Get me a Shiv. Then you can see him.\"\n\n*Wouldn't be worth it... Maybe just fight him.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"What does someone as massive as you need with a *Shiv*. If you wanted you could easily rip me in half. A pickaxe would be more useful than a shiv.\" He sighs, then smirks, \"Let me in or I'll incinerate your insides.\" He says in a dark tone, conjuring a dagger into his hand, a dark green cloud shrouding it"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He moved aside. Wasn't worth it. He could tell. He muttered something about altmer as he opened the gate. The Circumstances of the meeting are a bit different here though. Madanach has no Idea that Palomir is here to topple his kingdom.*\n\n\"So... How'd you get past him? What do you want? Not one of mine...\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He takes a seat in Madanach's room, \"I was hoping we could have a chat, perhaps over tea? A strong king such as yourself must have access to fine teas.\" He says. It'd take some time for him to get a portal ready, so for now, improv"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"A chat? Hm...\"\n\n*His cell was much more lavish than one would expect. The Silver Bloods were harboring him solely so the Jarl doesn't kill him. There was tea already going.*\n\n\"The leaves of the Briarheart trees... Make something nice... Rich... Likely not what you're used to.\"\n\n*He poured 2 little wooden cups.*\n\n\"So... Why visit the King in Rags, Altmer? Congratulate me? Reprimand me?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"My reasons are my own, liege.\" He says, \"Let's just say we have overarching interests.\" His words twisted with magic, making his presence calming (Voice of Rapture), \"So is it true you secretely control *All* Of Markarth?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He had to be honest about it.*\n\n\"No... No but we want to. This is our city... We're going to take it again, and kill all those Nords... Treating us like slaves in here... Condemning our God's as savage. I have agent's everywhere... But... Things arent going so well. If Dumaugh wasn't the only Heir... We'd have our wishes...\"\n\n*He said Dumaugh... Not Dumac. Odd.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Ah, you speak of Jarl Dumac, no?\" He says, \"The ruler who fancies himself the return of the Dwemer.\" He smiles, \"So, what's your plan for taking Markarth back from the Nords?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Dumac... Dumaugh... He was one of us... A Reachman. Think's hes too Civilized... Hmph. The Dwemer are gone! It's a child's obsession...\"\n\n*He frowned. The plan was... Simple.*\n\n\"Internal agents would take important strongpoints from the inside. The rest of our hordes would strike from the outside. We have the numbers for it, but it isn't the right time... And the Nords don't want that. They want us to skirmish with Dumaugh until we're both exhausted. Then they can take us both out.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"So you can't do anything until the Silver-Bloods are out of the picture.\" He says, taking a sip of the tea, \"Not much you can do while locked away here, is there.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"No... If i hadn't had to worry about Dumaugh as well I could have a chance. If I could escape, then the streets would run red... Everyone living on OUR land will die... Rightfully.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Well isn't it nice you met me.\" Now's his chance, \"It's quite simple, \"I'll open a portal for you, and you step through. It's a safe house I have here in Markarth, comfortable lodgings, in my opinion. My only condition is that when your people do fill the streets with crimson that I be left alone. You'll find I'm quite the powerful ally.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow.*\n\n\"I shouldn't trust you, but you aren't the usual sort who come to me. Probably arrested just for this... I'm sure you have your own interests.\"\n\n*He stood.*\n\n\"I'll take it... Tired of the Nords standing on my neck... It's now or never.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"A wise choice. I'll follow you shortly after you go through, I want to get my things back from those damn corrupt guards.\" He says. He hasn't heard an explosion so it seems the guards haven't touched his ledger. He opens the portal, leading to a well lit home within the walls of Markarth, there's some cobwebs around, but other than that it's well stocked with food and everything, \"After you, my liege.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He went through... Into that house... Where an unexpected surprise was awaiting him. But that could wait... Everything Palomir had was in a room containing new prisoners items. The old ones had been sold or taken by the guards already. The Orc outside the cell wasn't there, he was across the main chamber. The room was guarded by a single guard, the others were supervising the Miners.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "The only thing he was after was his ledger, everything else important was back in the Ventral Wellspring. He walks back to the main cell door, \"Excuse me, guard, could I have my journal, it's quite important to me, and vital that nobody can read it but me. Could you please bring it to me without reading it? I would be most grateful.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The guard was a Breton, looked tired, had his helmet off.*\n\n\"Listen... They really don't pay me enough for this but um... Get me a lump of silver... I'll look the other way.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He sighs, mumbling to himself \"You coulda made this easy on yourself.\" He moves out of the sightline of the guard, conjuring a bird familar, \"Fetch my ledger, would you. And be careful.\" He says to it, sending it forth, then approaches the cell door once more, \"My dearest apologies for the inconvenience, sir.\" He says, conjuring a soulrazer knight behind the guard, \"Eviscerate this man.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He didnt last long. He couldn't even scream, or draw his weapon. He was killed almost instantly. The bird would soon return with the Ledger. The area it was contained in wasn't exactly secure. A guard was coming to investigate the... Visceral sounds.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He casts an Open Lock spell on the door, kicking it open, then shouts \"JAIL BREAK!!\" And moves away from the door, \"THE DOOR IS OPEN! CRY FREEDOM! RUN!\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*It immediately sent almost everyone into a Frenzy. The guards were overwhelmed as criminals stampeded over one another for the taste of freedom"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He claps his hands together, \"Come, Klank,\" He says to the Soulrazer, \"Let's get out of here.\" He opens a portal to the Ventral Wellspring, \"Glad to be out of this damned mine, the air is doing horrible things to my throat.\""
}
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "The road to Markarth—Nchuand-Zel, Mirihil always had to remind herself—had been relatively fruitful. There'd been a higher variety of all kinds of jobs than she'd expected. Monsters, bandits, hauntings, curses... They all seemed to be on the rise. It was to be expected with times of contempt, she supposed.\n\nHowever fruitful it was, though, it was still rough. Snow fell often now, and it was deathly cold. Maybe staying in Solitude would've been a better move, she thought to herself. Being antsy and bored was better than freezing to death. She planned to keep heading south and hopefully find some relatively warmer weather.\n\nIt was her second day in the city and she didn't have anything planned, but she didn't feel like staying in her room all day. So she left the inn and made her way over to Understone Keep, making the short walk to the Dwemer excavation once she entered. Magic and its applications might have been her forte, but she still loved history. Especially when metaphysical mysteries got wrapped up in the mix. \n\nShe was at the excavation site now, lingering around the border between the public and restricted parts. She was obviously enraptured by the contraptions, mind swirling with theories."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*There was a white haired dunmer standing next to Calcelmo, the court wizard. They were looking down into the pit. He yelled at a group of workers.*\n\n\"Be careful with that! It's been years since their limbs have actuated, the gears may break!\"\n\n*And then suddenly there was a loud thud. He put his mechanical right hand to his face and turned around to go take a break.*"
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "When Byleth turned, he'd see Mirihil looking over at the commotion. She chuckled to herself a bit, memories of her own experimental mishaps floating to her mind's surface. \n\n\"Nothing too significant's been damaged, I hope?\" She said once Byleth got closer."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh, no not that I'm aware of yet. It's not actually that important... Just want to instill in them carefulness.\"\n\n*He hadn't said anything about her not being an excavation member, he wasn't as much of a loser as Calcelmo. His body seemed split in half, the right side entirely constructed of brass. He also had brass lipstick on the right side of his lips.*"
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Good, good. I've worked at a couple excavations in my time. Never damaged anything, thankfully,\" She said.\n\nByleth's appearance gave him a strange aura. It looked like he'd been temporally displaced—both from the past and the future. She was almost reminded of the Clockwork Apostles she'd read about. The half-split in his body certainly seemed to evoke Vivec, but she couldn't be sure if it was intentional.\n\n\"I'm Mirihil. Not here on any sort of business—just looking around,\" She confessed. She wasn't entirely sure if she was even allowed here, but she'd simply adopted the age-old strategy of acting like she was supposed to be here, and it had worked."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"You seem competent enough, so I don't really care what you do. Just avoid the old, grumpy one. The old *Looking* Grumpy one, I'm much older than him. He's veey stingy about who should and shouldn't be here...\"\n\n*On his brass side, on his chest, the Tribunal ghartok was engraved clear as day. It looked like a separate piece which spun to open his chest. In the pit, a primitive Crane was being used to lift a massive piece of an automaton out. Some sort of drilling arm. The pit went down like a quarry, with multiple levels touching the actual dwemer ruins. There were tracks for carts set up to bring things to and fro.*"
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Understood,\" She answered with a small laugh. This Calcelmo fit the cliché of a coirt wizard, it seemed.\n\nOnce she spotted the ghartok, she couldn't help but ask. \"So... Brass for half your body, expertise in automatons, and a Tribunal ghartok... You a Clockwork Apostle, by any chance? I've read about you lot, but I thought you were all stuck in the Clockwork City.\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil nodded in understanding, clearly fascinated by what she'd been told. She'd heard of the theories regarding wayshrines and their potential for intra- and inter-dimensional travel, but they theorized that a person's soul would have to be detached from the Mundus in order to utilize them. That being said, a person as powerful and intelligent as Sotha Sil would have probably managed a workaround.\n\n\"Divines, you actually spoke to him?\" She asked, eyes widening and a smile appearing on her lips. She was surprised not only that Byleth had apparently spoken with a living god, but also that the experience hadn't turned him into an insufferable, arrogant ass."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I... I was one of his Favorites. Even in that single conversation... That was more than most. Within my shoulder... Is an inscription. Blessed Merged-One. It was placed upon me before we even spoke, but he knew beforehand. Fate, Destiny... Something that is important to me. His death... Drove me mad until I was displaced.\"\n\n*He seemed flustered even just thinking about it. He was. Even if someone like Divayth Fyr had few conversations with him, he always felt that he and Seht could have spoken more. But it was not in his nature.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil didn't hold the Tribunal in high regard. They might have done some beneficial things in their time, but they also established an authoritarian theocracy. Sotha Sil might have had less of a role in that than Vivec and Almalexia, but he was still complicit. Still, she could see the effect that his death had on Byleth.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" She said sympathetically, hands retreating into her pockets. Emotional matters like this were far from her area of expertise. Any words of comfort would be hollow on account of her being a stranger, she thought, so she chose silence and an eventual, if a bit awkward, subject change instead.\n\n\"So... You found anything significant here?\" She said as she nodded towards the dig."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh. Yes, we've found a Dwemer Colossus... It's been... Repurposed. It's thickest armor Plating has been removed... It's powered by Heartstones, Lorkhanic energy like the Numidium. It also has an animo Core to give it intelligence. It's inactive currently... We used it in the Execution of Madanach.\"\n\n*He put his hands behind his back, Proud. He was the first since the Third Era to properly activate a Dwemer construct of that size.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Quite the discovery,\" She complimented with a nod. \"I studied at the Arcane University. I knew quite a few people who would've died for a chance to study something like that.\" Suddenly, almost imperceptibly, her expression fell for a moment, burdened by sorrow. Then, just as instantly, she recomposed herself and asked another question.\n\n\"It's a feat of artificing. Any purpose for it in mind aside from executions?\""
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"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It's a weapon of war. It could assist with the excavation once we sort out sustainable power for it... But a feat of Artificing? Relatively, yes... But compared to my work in the Clockwork city this is nothing.\"\n\n*He said, a bit full of himself.*\n\n\"The real goal is to reach Arkthzand. The Great Library. Which existed in the second era... Definitely. Now things might have changed. We just need to find whatever's left.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She chuckled a bit when he bragged about his accomplishments in the Clockwork City. She'd always thought that some bragging was warranted if you could back it up with action, and Byleth evidently could. \n\n\"Anything specific you expect to find there?\" She asked, casually crossing her arms over her stomach. \"Any secrets of tonal architecture, maybe? The Dwemer aren't my area of expertise, but that topic's always interested me a lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Jarl Dumac can already create tonal barriers via tuning forks. Calcelmo's goal is finding more of the language. I seek more Automatons down there. The Architon... We've found some... Inoperable. They were humanoid machines, which inspired the Factotums which Seht created. If i were able to find one in good shape, we could create more, supplement menial workers with them.\""
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She let out a small \"Huh\" Of surprise when Byleth told her about the tonal barriers. It was impressive, at least to her—she'd held the notion that only the bigger constructs could utilize tones to such an extent. \n\n\"Well shit, that'd be pretty good,\" She answered. Then a realization of what that might actually mean dawned on her. \"I mean, as long as the people whose jobs are being supplemented aren't left in the dust to starve. Do you know if the jarl has policies in place for that scenario?\""
},
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"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It wouldnt be a full replacement. The cost for keeping the Architons active is greater than paying actual workers. It would be primarily for carrying extremely heavy loads, or hazardous areas. The Jarl isn't one of those who would throw the poor to the dirt. He came from nothing, born as a Reachman.\"\n\n*Behind them, the Architon that had been dropped earlier was being deconstructed by Calcelmo.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I see, I see. That's good to hear,\" She said, glancing over at Calcelmo and his work before looking back to Byleth.\n\n\"So, I'm curious—what do you think of the theory that sound is in some way the foundations of the Aurbis? Because tonal architecture, nymics, the Thu'um... They're all so powerful that it seems to point to everything being comprised of tones, to an extent.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It is the most likely theory, but a Theory nonetheless. The Sharmat, Older than Music, an evil from even before Lorkhan Created this world. The world could merely be a series of measures, you and I notes in the great Song. Music was important to the Sixth House in their worship, their Dreaming.\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"But many of us become lost in theories. And most of us are Quarter notes in the measures. And some may seek to find the Time Signature, the meaning of it all, and some may seek to become larger, better notes.\""
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She recognized the reference to the Sermons, the puzzle pieces clicking in her head. She'd never put that line together with the theory. Whether or not Vicec mentioning it validated it or caused it to crash, she wasn't sure.\n\n\"So you're a poet too, huh?\" She said with a small chuckle, evidently trying to poke fun a bit, not insult him. She had never really been one for fancy words, except for when necessary in her academics. \"I see what you're saying though. Contemplating stuff like that is good, but dwelling on it so long it impedes progress in other things? Unwise. That... Is what you're saying, right?\""
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"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I don't intend to be that way. It's just my nature. But yes, to ponder what makes up reality for too long will leave you with no room for the reality which you are pondering. Experience is superior to Hypothesis. Unraveling the mysteries of the Aurbis didn't build this city, it doesn't win wars, it doesn't save lives.\"\n\n*His outlook seemed pessimistic but he had a point. Everyone who came close had disappeared. The Dwemer, Vivec, other little miscellaneous wizards. He was saying that it was more worthwhile to focus on something more attainable.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Wholeheartedly agreed,\" She replied enthusiastically. \"I've always tried to prioritize first-hand experience over anything else. Sitting in a tower and theorizing won't help people without action to back it up.\"\n\nShe looked over to Calcelmo's work for a moment, but it was clear she was pondering something instead of actually watching. She turned back to Byleth and said, \"How much did Sotha Sil agree with what we're saying? It seems like he was quite reclusive, all things considered.\""
},
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"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He was. Moreso in his later years. But he was very important to me regardless. He believed us all to be bound by fate. He knew roughly everything that would unfold. He knew that he would be killed by Almalexia. He did seek The Truth, but unlike Vivec, he never found it.\"\n\n*Behind, the sound of someone yelling filled the cavern\n\nThree! Two! One! \n\nBOOM\n\nAnd then the sound of crumbling stone. Byleth turned and began walking.*\n\n\"Walk with me, we will talk on the way down.\""
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She recoiled in shock when he casually mentioned the death of the Sotha Sil. Her eyes were wide and mouth agape with astonishment when he told her to follow him. A few seconds after, she shook herself out of her daze and took a few long strides to keep up with him.\n\n\"That theory's true?\" She asked, voice soaked with amazement. \"I'd heard someone say that was what happened, but I'd written it off as speculation... But how did it happen? Why did Almalexia kill him? Why didn't he fight back if he knew it would happen? And where did Vivec go afterwards?\"\n\nAs she listed off her questions, she followed him in, trying not to be too awestruck by the fact that she was being welcomed into an official Dwemer excavation with a Clockwork Apostle."
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes, it is true. I saw her enter the Brass Fortress with my own eyes. He didn't fight back because you cannot change fate. That was his belief. He let her, almost to mock her.\"\n\n*They would begin going down the Scaffolding, down deeper. The newly excavated area that was just blown open was glowing a faint blue color.*\n\n\"Vivec remained until he simply disappeared. Whether you believe in the Secret Syllable or not, his reason for disappearing is unknown. Perhaps he became Higher.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She listened silently and attentively as he spoke, following him all the while. She wondered what the source of the glow was. Maybe aetherium, she briefly thought, but her mind was stuck on what Byleth had just said.\n\n\"The Secret Syllable... You mean CHIM? I'd only seen it mentioned in the Sermons and the Mythic Dawn Commentaries, and neither of those came from exactly sane or reliable sources,\" She commented. \"I find it more likely he just found someone to modify his appearance and melded into the background.\"\n\nShe kept her eye out as she spoke, inspecting their surroundings as they moved deeper into the excavation."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"There is nothing less trustworthy than the word of a Poet. I have no doubt this level of ascension Exists, but Vivec knows the boundaries that separate fact from fiction. He knew them so well that's he learned how to break them. He existed inside his verse, but recognized the lies. The contradictions.\nHe both did, and did not believe his own tales.\"\n\n*They could now see in this newly opened area. A small cavern filled with glowing mushrooms. The faint shadows of dwemer pillars were apparent. Some sort of underground garden. He cast magelight and turned, entering.*\n\n\"To me, CHIM is the point where fact and fiction become melded as one. Tiber Septim and Vivec... Both have countless stories which may or may not be true. CHIM may be the ability to alter Reality, or it may just be what happens to legends, if that makes any sense.\""
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"That's as good a hypothesis as any,\" She answered as she followed him in and looked around, drinking in the sight of the ancient place. People walked here ages ago, tended to these plants. It was remarkable and unnerving all at once.\n\n\"Maybe it doesn't mean royalty in the same way we use the word to talk about an emperor or a king. Maybe it refers to what you were saying, where legends eventually gather contradictory tales.\" The gears in her mind turned as she contemplated an idea. \"Assuming the Aurbis is comprised of song and notes, maybe it's achieving a state where your individual song becomes... Muddled, almost, and all the parts that were added onto it become indistinguishable from the original.\"\n\nShe let out a small, single chuckle and said, \"This is getting to be exactly what we talked about, isn't it? Theory that won't do much good, if any?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I had hoped you would reach that realization.\"\n\n*He looked around the Garden. Over to the side in a sort of pod was a near-pristine Architon.*\n\n\"Hm, this is promising.\"\n\n*He examined it, it was dead... Its Aetherium was absent. But if Mirihil had a watchful eye, shed see a small crystal glowing in the grass.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She let out a small hum at his reply. Still, she felt herself drawn to think and theorize. She certainly wouldn't let it take up more of her time than necessary, but just as it wouldn't help anyone, it couldn't hurt anyone either. Not so long as she didn't let studying such concepts get in the way of helping people, at least.\n\n\"Something over here,\" She said as she tossed a mote of Magelight over to where the crystal was growing. She stepped towards it, eyes going wide and breath catching in her chest when she realized what it was. \n\n\"Is this aetherium?\" She almost whispered, voice laden with borderline reverence. She willed her Magelight to dim, allowing the gem's natural glow to take the fore as she got down one knee to inspect it more closely. \"I'd read about it, but I've never seen any up close...\""
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"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The old Telvanni was in his home near the top of Markarth. It was an old Dwemer watchtower, 5 or 6 flights of stairs up from the Marketplace. He had a notice posted in the major cities, he desired a \"Skilled swordsman for assistance in regards to Dwemer exploration for a Handsome sum.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "There was a polite knock on his door.\n\nVelin was making his way around Skyrim, he had given nearly all of his funds to a man and woman who were robbed from bandits. They also lost their friend whom tried to fight the bandits, but he was no warrior. \n\nHe could not avenge them or track down the bandits, but he could guide the people to safety as well as given them enough money for nearly a month if they saved well.\n\nNow the Samuria was broke, he didn't have enough money himself, only enough for a few nights at the local inn and maybe some food. He was lucky that a job such as this was made for him."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The door was opened by a watchling.*\n\n\"Oh, you must be here for the Job then? Mortals, you always have *Something* To do, even with what little time you have.\"\n\n*Inside could be heard the sound of cogs, machines, steam pumps, whirring quietly.*\n\n\"He's upstairs, I think he's fixing one of those Dwemer spiders...\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He gave a bow and walked inside. \n\nHe took off his wooden sandels and place them near the door before he made his way upstairs. While h made his way towards his client. He would look around his house, only what he could see. It was none of his business."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*There were Dwemer mechanisms everywhere, but more intriguingly, there were small mechanisms made of some other metal. Brass, the kind you could get anywhere, but it was cast and forged into shapes a mere smith couldn't make. In the center of the room was some sort of orrery mimicking the one on Stros M'kai, it didn't seem to have any purpose however. There were worktables all around this lower floor, littered with bits of scrap or broken mechanisms. As he reached the upper floor, he would find a sort of loft area. Bookshelves lined the walls, with a bed hiding in the corner, and a table against the wall between two shelves, where his client sat, tinkering away. He wore white robes, almost as white as his hair. Something about him was very... Different.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He nodded to himself as he saw all sorts of contraptions and mechanism that were made out of dwemer technology. Velin himself had only read a few books on the Dwemer but never had he really put much time into studying the Dwemer. Once he made his way towards the loft, he would look around and clear his throat.\n\n\"My apologies to intrude on your study, but I am here to aid you in your research into the Dwemer ruins you seek.\" He asked in a quiet tone."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"No, no, no intrusion at all. Intrusion is some S'wit coming in drunk asking to see a magic show.\"\n\n*He stood. His robe covered him mostly. But more intriguingly, the right side of his body was encased in Brass, excluding his head of course.*\n\n\"We're visiting Bthardamz, Calcelmo thinks that theres anything left to find in this city... Bah, nothing left here but corruption.\"\n\n*He hadn't even looked over who had approached him yet.*\n\n\"I wasn't expecting a Dunmer, usually some meat-headed nord takes up my offers. You are?...\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"I am Velin, Swordmaster... Not the title I gave myself; just what the locals seems to call me.\" He gave a bow and shrugged. \n\nVelin never saw him as a Swordmaster, he knew he was good with a blade. But to master the way of the sword? He felt like he wasn't there in skill to be considered a swordmaster. He wasn't much for Ego, he was proud of his knowledge and time dedicated in sword fighting.\n\n\"When you are ready, I shall escort you towards Bthardamz; I will have to check it on my map; I don't believe I have it marked on it.\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He grabbed his staff from the corner. And approached.*\n\n\"I suppose I should Introduce myself. My name is Byleth Telvanni.\"\n\n*He walked down the stairs expecting him to follow.*\n\n\"I'm happy to answer questions... Most people have quite a few in regards to me.\"\n\n*From the back, the brass on his right side joined with an external spine. It was very clearly grafted to his skin. Covering the brass was daedric script, and a large engraving of the tribunal hand on his front and back, exactly opposite of his heart.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"Telvanni? What brings you far from home? Isn't your house on Solstheim?\" Velin tilted his head.\n\nIt had been a while since he kept tabs on the family houses of Morrowind, Telvanni being one of the most well known in his family house. His family house was obscure and relatively small when it came to fame and knowledge. \n\n\"If you don't mind me asking, I know our homeland being... In distress has cause so much change.\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I've been to Tel Mithryn a few times, good friends with Neloth. I haven't been to Morrowind in, *Quite a long time.*\"\n\n*He opened the brass doors, the Watchling closing them behind him.*\n\n\"The Dwemer ruins in Morrowind have been torn to pieces, theres nothing left we don't know. There's still quite a bit here, even in Hammerfell, to uncover. I don't plan to find out what happened to them, I want to know why it took Lord Seht becoming a god to even come close to their technology.\"\n\n*Lord Seht. Nobody today would call him that.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"Intresting, I was never able to be born in my homeland. Vvardenfell was gone when I was just an infant. Still, my family kept our Dunmer traditions going long after the eruption. But enough about me, let's make our way towards the ruins. I suggest we purchase some supplies in case of unforeseen events that may occur on our journey.\" He suggested."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"By all mean of course we can... I really dont go down there much. The nords tend to be quite... Wary of me.\"\n\n*He let him pass ahead of him. Whatever his staff was, it just seemed to get most of its use as a walking stick.*\n\n\"We Telvanni, we tend to last quite a long time. Divayth Fyr was a Chimer, great mind, hope he's still out there.\""
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"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*Well, all of the Tribunal... Mess was over. Back to normal. Relatively. Calcelmo had uncovered a Centurion recently. Byleth had had it moved to his study because he wanted one, calcelmo had enough. His plan was to use Heartstones to power it. If that could work. He did have one notice out.\n\nHired help requested, escort to Karthwasten. Well paid, inquire at highest tower in Markarth.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*Maeve was not on Markarth for fun. In fact she was not here out of her own free will at all. It had taken a hagraven and a bandit gang to drag her through half of skyrim until she got free. And now she had a way back to worry about. And so she stumbled upon a contract, escort duty well paid and kind of in the direction she was headed anyways. Grabbing the sheet of parchment and tearing it off the wall it was hammered to she proceeded towards the city spires, stone stair by stone stair she approached the largest of the towers, and knocked against the heavy bronze doorway*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*A watchling answered the door. A small little octopus daedra.*\n\n\"Oh, are you here for a job? Well... THE job. He's finishing up something.\"\n\n*The door opened slowly, revealing the study. It was a bit cramped. There was a dunmer placing parts onto a dwemer centurion off to the right.*"
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"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*Maeve was lightly taken aback by the daedra but entered slowly, dragging her feet as she took in the study. The Centurion was intimidating and the cold lifeless steel sent cold shivers down her spine. She couldnt pinpoint why. Moving onto the desk she waited for him to finish his pondering* ,,I heard youre looking for a travel companion.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh. I thought you were here for the Daedric real estate... No matter!\"\n\n*He stood. He was wearing a sash over his torso. The right side of his body was made of brass, looking just like the Centurion. You could see where it was connected to his flesh.*\n\n\"Yes, just to Karthwasten. Despite the Jarl's efforts the forsworn continue to be... Meddlesome.\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„So Ive heard...\" *She said transfixed with his prosthetic. This was... New. Shed seen people fuse themselves with inanimate objects with magic but this was no sorcery. It was engineering. It had a certain wonder, so much so that she didnt stop her hand from reaching out and brushing the cold metal* „How is this possible?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He had been around many... Academics, temple members, et cetera, lately. He moved his hand up, and twisted it 360 degrees.*\n\n\"I forget how... Jarring it is to most. But the Daedra opening the door didn't scare you off so you seem to have an open mind.\"\n\n*He smiled, before moving the Sash on his chest over to reveal the Ghartok symbol of the tribunal on it.*\n\n\"I am a Clockwork Apostle... Former follower of Sotha Sil. All of us have some sort of augmentation. I cannot speak on others, but the metal is moved through the magicka in my body. The organs on that side which it replaces, synthetic. Sotha Sil was fascinated with the Dwemer before becoming a God. He took their work and made it his own, which is how this happened. He also made a pocket dimension but... Bah that's not important now. I am around 1500 years old, though.\"\n\n*He began walking, up the stairs, expecting her to follow. On the walls were small paintings of Morrowind, which was likely an alien place to her. There was a stained glass window of that same chest symbol beaming light down on that Centurion. Upstairs was his sleeping quarters. There was some kind of magically maintained terrarium containing... Dragon frogs. Next to that was his desk. He grabbed a note from it.*\n\n\"What is your name?\""
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{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„Id rather say Im quite used to the powers lurking beyond the frail bounds of our world. But sure, I like to think I am open minded.\" *The symbol was entirely foreign to her. Even though she was quite the bookworm her roots laid in the forests, mountains and along the rivers of Skyrim. Shed only faintly heard of the tribunal. She shifted her weight observing the metal from all sides, trying to get a feel for the magical winds roaming through its intricate design.* „The Dwemer *Were* Fascinating people. But even with their marvels *This* I would not believe if I wasnt seeing it with my own eyes.\" *She dismissed the millennium this man had lived almost casually. Deadra, powerful magic, necromancy, draconic heritages, vampires, elves and many more things had a long lifespan. She followed him closely up the stairs, her eyes still obsessed with the prosthetic.* „How come Ive never seen soldiers with such things?\" *She said as her eyes found a new object of obsession. She gasped clasping her hands before her chest* „Oh divines and deadra they are adorable!\" *She said rushing to the terrarium* „Where did you find these?\" *She was awe struck. Shed read about these in a bestiary, them being foreign to skyrim made this a very exciting view. She only tore herself from the terrarium when he asked for her name* „Maeve.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Hammerfell. Theyre native there, I found them when I came back into Mundus. I've kept them for... 120 years? Something like that.\"\n\n*He addressed the prosthetic comment.*\n\n\"It's a... Holy thing. To the Apostles. They wouldn't ever replace a non-apostles body parts. It is to them, and to *Me*, a gift directly from Sotha Sil. I don't believe anyone currently alive can do it regardless. It wouldn't be very useful on a soldier. Too heavy, and magic hurts just as bad as it normally would...\"\n\n*He grabbed his staff, and covered his chest up.*\n\n\"I am Byleth Telvanni. I think i put it on the note... Maybe.\"\n\n*He did not.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„That might be true but Id guess one would still appreciate being able to walk again\" *She shrugged* „But Im not here to question your religion. Why do you need to be in Karthwasten? And why do you hire random adventurers? Id guess a man of your standing could afford something more professional\""
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*The Imperfect was stood outside the Silver-Blood Inn. The square was filled with onlookers... Guards, et cetera. There was scaffolding on which the Jarl stood.*\n\n\"Citizens... You will witness the distribution of justice today! No longer shall we live in fear of the Forsworn Savages, or their Silver-Blood handlers! They are Traitors... Conspiring against the people, for power! Wealth! They wished to see the city run red with your blood! You shall watch theirs drip!\"\n\n*He spoke in a loud, booming voice, but quickly quieted down, back to his soft, calm voice.*\n\n\"Regulus, please bring me Madanach first.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"This oughta be somethin,\" He mumbles to himself, \"Right away, sir!\" With one hand on the hilt of his blade he pushes Madanach forward, \"End of the line, friend.\" He takes a few steps back, \"Feel like I shoulda brought a parasol.\" He murmurs"
},
{
"author": "The Imperfect, Chun Abakch",
"message": "*He was gagged. They all were. He seemed to have come to terms with it. The arm of the Imperfect moved, Madanach stood on it. The arm moved above the head of the machine, and with a striking amount of speed, he was crushed. Blood dripped down, and his crushed, unrecognizable remains fell to the ground below, in a clear area. The crowd was cheering raucously, seeing him die. The next were the Silver-Bloods, all of them. Into the hand, then up, crushed into a bloody viscera. Next the agents... Three at a time, all nine, crushed to a paste, dropped to the ground.*\n\n**\"CITIZENS OF MARKARTH. BE NOT AFRAID. THIS IS A NEW AGE. THIS IS NCHUAND-ZEL.\"**\n\n*It spoke with a robotic, deep voice. The crowd was silent after hearing it, previously wildly screaming and cheering.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He went back on his balcony.*\n\n\"And so, that is the end of an era of Torment! Cidnha mine shall become a place to work, not for prisoners to slave away! We may now invest more in you, not fighting our enemies! I am proud to announce the cities rebirth... Nchuand-Zel... Shedding the Reach-Tongue name, and bringing forth innovation!\"\n\n*They cheered again. He returned to being calm again.*\n\n\"I would say i was rather persuasive.\"\n\n*Byleth was singing something under his breath, but nobody could tell what it was. He was sitting on the side of the balcony with his legs hanging off, looking down at the crowd.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Nocturnal's shadow...\" He mumbles to himself, \"That was... Vile. Disgusting, even.\" He retches, \"Gods above. That was a display.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"A display. A display of force... A necessary one. I don't intend to scare my people, but I need to show that I am the Jarl, and that I am the ruler. Not a Terrorist King, not a Nordic Crime Family. I cannot thank you enough.\"\n\n*He turned to descend to the streets and mingle with his people. The public actually seemed rather pleased with it all. Mostly.*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He was looking down with a thousand yard stare. He was battling something in his mind, but humming to himself.\n\n\"The world was wash with seas of red, and yet the Wheel keeps turning.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He walks up to Byleth, \"Is something bothering you?\" He asks, his tone almost sincere, \"You look conflicted. Imbalance doesn't befit a Clockwork Apostle.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Fate. Seht... Taught us that everything was predetermined. I suppose there was no avoiding that. It... It did not feel right.\"\n\n*But this wasn't true. Maybe if he didn't have free will, if he were somehow programmed, and not in control of his actions. But he is... Seht's teaching is a false notion, and one can break from their fate.*\n\n\"It had to be done... I think he would be proud. Progress takes no moral stance.\"\n\n*He very clearly looked up to Sotha Sil.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Talk of fate and predetermination,\" He stumbles a bit over the word 'predetermination', \"Is foolish. Sotha Sil was a wise man, but he was still just that, a man. Well, a mer, but you know what I mean. The Tribunal in all their power and glory still had the flaws of us mere mortals.\" He sighs, \"People like to think that every path has already been written, that we're all bound by fate and prophecy, because it takes away a bit of the burden of mind, takes away blame.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"That's what made them so personal... The flaws. Even if they couldn't handle the power... He saw himself in me i think. It's hard to break the things you've been taught and preached for... A thousand years. Gone now, though.\"\n\n*He smirked.*\n\n\"I appreciate your words. Despite your nature... You're good. I can see it in you.\"\n\n*He stood up from the balcony.*\n\n\"Now I have to get that thing out of here...\"\n\n*He stepped onto its shoulder. It began to move, surprisingly gracefully, and it didn't seem to damage anything. It climbed up the cliffs with Byleth until it stood, perched atop the Wellspring, looking down.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Walk-Brass.\" He says to himself as he makes his way back into Understone Keep, \"That's gonna put the Lady of the Night into a tizzy.\""
}
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{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He enters the city, taking a look around. Something was different from the last time he was there, he couldn't exactly place what, though. He was able repair his damaged limbs using the materials he had scavenged in the ruin where he'd been."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He would soon be able to place it. A Dwemer construct... Humanoid... Being treated as a tourist attraction. There was a dunmer nearby it, looking dissaprovingly, and arguing with a mage. The dunmer looked familiar to him. Very, very familiar.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "His armor would conceal his identity for the most part, save for the rumors of a so-called 'Mold Knight'. He approaches the humanoid construct, peering at it, kneeling to get a better look at the body. He takes a mental note on how its functioning, and anything that was repaired incorrectly. His interest about the construct would be very noticeable"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I didnt build the Imperfect in a day, what makes you think you can make this work in a day? There's no guarantee it doesn't just slaughter the crowd!\"\n\n*Calcelmos next words were irrelevant. What mattered was what the Dunmer just said. Imperfect. The dunmer began to walk off rather aloofly, letting that be Calcelmo's problem.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Seems to be missing parts.\" He says to the altmer, \"A few cogs, mostly. One actuator is broken, another is just not there.\" He walks around the construct bobbing up and down like a dog catching a scent, \"That's just from looking at the outside, I'd look over your blueprints with it opened up. Couldn't hurt to top off the oil either.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Calcelmo seemed defeated.*\n\n\"Just leave me be I don't need someone else ridiculing me!\"\n\n*The dunmer from earlier was watching from a set of stairs. He was mostly covered, but his right arm... Entirely brass.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He pats Calcelmo's shoulder, \"You should've seen my first. It tried to kill me, almost did, too.\" He says with a sympathetic tone\n\nHe turns, looking at the Dunmer's arm, he recognizes the make of it, possibly one of his own work, but either way it was Clockwork. He'd approach cautiously"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*Calcelmo silently Packed up everything in his little display and had guards haul the Architon back to the Keep. Byleth watched carefully, putting his right arm in front of him. The back of his hand had a Ghartok on it.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He approaches, \"Awfully bold for him to put an unfinished product on display.\" He says, \"Could've gone real bad.\" He looks at Byleth's arm, \"Interesting piece, you make it yourself?\" His voice is *Almost* Familiar"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He can be a fool at times. He thinks too highly of himself, and doesn't have much to back it up with.\"\n\n*Byleth had a soft, calm voice. He sounded quite similar to Sotha Sil, actually.*\n\n\"This? No, no someone else did, long ago.\"\n\n*He rarely spoke directly.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Sounds like he wasn't allowing himselfenough time to get everything down.\" He says, \"I gave him some advice but... Didn't seem to take it very well, onto my question, though. Does this fella have a name? The craftsmanship seems familiar but I can't quite place it.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He was of House Sotha, before it disbanded.\"\n\n*He knew he was onto him, he was just toying with him at this point.*\n\n\"Calcelmo insists on doing things without help from those who may be more qualified.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"A member of House Sotha. I assume you mean Seht, the Mainspring Ever-Wound, Father of Mysteries, Magus, Magician, Teacher, Sorcerer, Tinkerer, Clockwrog God, The Light of Knowledge, Inspiration of Craft and Sorcery, God of the World Mechanism, and Clockwork King of the Three in One, Sotha Sil?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes, by every Title and more.\"\n\n*He smiled, sticking his right foot out of his robe, also Brass.*\n\n\"Then I assume we come from the Same Place.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Seems we did.\" He says, removing a wrench from his bag and undoing bolts on his helmet. There's a slight his as it comes off. \"I think I've seen you, before. You're the one who preached for equal worship of the three, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes... Did that for quite a while before His Death. Lost a bit of myself when it happened.\"\n\n*He frowned a little. He rarely, if ever, thought about that chapter of his life.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"All that happened to me when Sotha died was make the other Apostles hate me more.\" He says, \"The religious stuff never really stuck. They saw me as some blasphemer who sullied the name of Seht, as if I wasn't chosen to be an apostle.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"My mind shattered.\"\n\n*He didn't go into detail, and moved onto his next point.*\n\n\"I knew Sotha Sil, the Person, more than any of them. He would've hated that sort of treatment.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Perhaps.\" He says, his mind wanders a moment, then he shakes his head, \"I never agreed with his grand design, didn't really like living in the Clockwork City either. I'm more... Wordly, I guess.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I spent much of my time relaxing in the gardens... But even that never felt... Real. When i could leave and return at will... I spent quite a bit of Time in Elsweyr and High Isle. Beautiful places.\"\n\n*He began to walk, expecting him to follow.*\n\n\"But i find myself to prefer living here over the Clockwork city.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He stands there a moment, then follows, \"I left the Clockwork City 196 years ago, during the Red Year. It got too tense there, felt like someone was going to try to kill me in my sleep.\" He says, \"My brass doesn't shine quite like it used to. A personal choice.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Imperfection. Something seht believed in. That perfection was unobtainable. You choose to neglect yourself.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I let my brass get a bit green, never to the point of damage, though.\" He says, \"An homage to one of the gods I worship.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Peryite? A bit obvious.\"\n\n*As they walked up, there were less and less people. Cherry blossoms sometimes sprouted out of the rock up here.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Yes, but I'm not one of the ones who goes and tries to catch every disease.\" He says, \"I believe in Order, and Peryite is important on that regard.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Always found that revelry in diseases... A bit confusing... Considering he isn't going to cure all the symptoms for you. Personally, I moved onto Mora. We're getting close now.\"\n\n*More steps, but they eventually reached a traditional Telvanni Gate. It opened and led to a spacious garden. Standing by the pond was the Imperfect.*"
}
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{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I follow both Princes of Order, Jyggylag and Peryite.\" He says, \"I strive for perfect order, balance. A lot of people don't understand it, but I maintain my work, keeping the scales balanced.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"That is the nature of clockwork. Misalignment leads to disaster. Some theorized that Sotha Sil's true anticipation was Jyggalag.\"\n\n*He walked one hand behind his back to the pond. He stood at the edge, staring at his inactive creation. It shared none of the issues of Calcelmos architon. Every piece was there. Order. Unison.*"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "No its not that small\n\nIts the big thing its just stored up here"
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*They would end up here. It was cleaner since the Last Jarl's reign. But there were Thalmor here. The Jarl was on the throne.*\n\n\"Ah! Yes, i wish to speak to you in private.\"\n\n*He stood. He used his giant mace as a cane almost. They would go to a Private dining area.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The thalmor made him uneasy, \"Is it urgent?\" He asked the Jarl, that was his own way of asking if things were going to get ugly in the next few moments."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"No... No... It's not. But the Vigilant is gone, and I know what that mace is you're carrying. Just... Tell me what happened. I won't charge you with murder or anything.\"\n\n*He poured wine from two separate bottles. One was labeled \"Indoril, 4E76, the other unlabeled but in a similar bottle. The one from the unlabled bottle was given to Alaric.*\n\n\"It's the kind you... \"Need\"... I keep it in case of visitors like you.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He grabbed the bottle from the Jarl, very surprised at the situation, he looked up at him as he put his mace away on his left hip,\"I must say, it is unexpected to hear these words or to see these actions from a Jarl.\" \n\n\nHe opened the bottle and took a sip from it before he started to speak, \"The house was indeed haunted, by the daedric prince Molag Bal, he forced me to kill the vigilant and then tasked me with freeing a priest that came to his shrine to mock him from time to time, i followed the priest and he once again made me kill, this time with his mace.\" He explained, forced being subjective, Bal made no threats but one can never be too sure with these beings."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He nodded, taking his words in.*\n\n\"We had known of the shrine for ages... Never thought it would be so... Important.\"\n\n*He smiled at Alaric.*\n\n\"I'm no Ordinary Jarl friend. You have an air of civility to you... So you're good in my book.\"\n\n*He took a sip of his wine.*\n\n\"With any luck, we can seal off the Shrine... Route it out of the city at least, and have someone living there soon. You've done good work.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"I am unsure if he shall ever return to that cursed place, but it is a possibility, as for being civil... Well, that is simply how i wish most of my people would be.\" He stated, taking another sip from his bottle.\n\n\"Is this all you wanted to speak about?\" He asked raising an eyebrow at the Jarl, putting the bottle down on the nearest table."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Did you fight any of the Forsworn while you were out? How many?\"\n\n*His tone changed. It was less friendly, more serious.*\n\n\"50 gold for each one. I have a bounty on each and every one of them. They're terrorists, who i have attempted to Negotiate with, and they will not concede with my offers.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He heard his words carefully, leaning against the table as he rubbed his chin,\"I have killed three of them, have they become so troublesome for the people of Markath?\" He asked, he was a bit out of the loop with anything that wasn't related to his people."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Troublesome. Hmph. I grew up as one... Lost my father after he became a Briar-Heart. They sacked this city during the Great war... When Ulfric came through and slaughtered everyone who didn't fight with him. They say they want the Reach... I offer them the north. No. They want Markarth, this city. They'll kill us all to get it... Their foolish dream of this being \"Their\" City.\"\n\n*He pulled out a bag of coins.*\n\n\"150 for them, a hundred for the house.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He grabbed the bag of coins as he nodded in understanding, that was a feeling that he knew all too well, fools trying to reclaim what was no longer theirs to take, \"They live by an old and savage code, sure their hopes of taking this city are nearly non existent but they are still violent murderers... Forgive me for the foul words.\" He said, unsure of how this Jarl felt personally about these people, though he had a pretty good idea.\n\n\"I shall slay more should i ever come by once again, i... Dislike savages.\" He stated, putting the bag of coins into his pouch."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Just like with you Vampires, it isn't all of you. Its a very vocal sub-group. There are more Peaceful tribes of the Reach, but the Forsworn are Violent Terrorists, and there is no negotiation anymore. I plan to execute their leader soon, against the Silver bloods wishes...\"\n\n*He paused thinking.*\n\n\"Bah, I've kept you long enough. Good work and all that... I'll keep you in mind if i have anything i need. I pay... Well, and i need to hire outside the city for certain things. You're free to go.\""
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He didn't bother writing back to the Jarl. He knew that if the Jarl was contacting *Him* That the situation would be dire, and the Jarl likely wouldn't have even *Gotten* His letter, his reputation kept most Jarls from associating with him, rumors and such of his alleged, and somewhat actual, corruption.\n\nNevertheless he made his way into Understone Keep, getting looks from the nobles and guard all the while, as he approached the throne he bowed, \"Nchuand-zel is lovely this time of year, Jarl Dumac.\" He says with in a humorous tone"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He recognized the sarcasm. He knew why he was using it. Between the Thalmor, Forsworn, and the Daedra Cults of the city, he had a full plate.*\n\n\"Nchuand-Zel... It's called that for a reason. Looking into the past to forget the past... In a way.\"\n\n*He was seated on his throne. An interesting looking dunmer with seemingly brass prosthetics walked by, but that was an interaction for another time.*\n\n\"I'd like for us to speak privately, please.\"\n\n*He stood up and began walking, using his giant mace as a cane. They would go to a sort of dining room behind the main hall.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"A smart idea.\" He says, following the Jarl, \"I must say you have a beautiful city. I'd gotten so used to the grime of Riften I forgot places like this could exist.\" Brown nosing *Just a little*, although he was being completely honest, \"So. What's the task at hand.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"I'm sure you're aware of the... State of this place, and my opinions on the \"Natives.\"\n\n*He said that with HEAVY air quotes.*\n\n\"I dont even operate the city's prison, and most of the Guards are in the pockets of the Silver Bloods. I can only trust my personal guards, and their... Capability is limited.\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"I'd like for you to temporarily stay here and root out the corrupt guards. I'm aware of your reputation... And its in the best interest of those who you may or may not be in the pockets of to loosen the Silver-Blood's grip.\"\n\n*He paused.*\n\n\"Well paid of course... And with access to anyone high in the court. Byleth might be of interest... Heard what happened with the Telvanni in riften.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Sounds like quite the issue you've got.\" He says, \"I've heard about the Silver-Bloods, they've got deep pockets from what I've heard. And the Forsworn... *Savages*.\" He says with a hint of venom in his voice, \"What's the degree of my impunity?\" He continues, \"I tend to work with some people you'd consider... Shady.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"I was born Forsworn... Well... Reachman. Dumac is just a \"Thematically\" Appropriate version of Dumaugh. My mother and i left after my father became one of those Briar-Heart... Monsters. I don't hate the Reachmen, as the Silver-Bloods want people to believe. I hate terrorists. Terrorists which take *Zero* Bargains.\"\n\n*It sounded preachy but it was his, and most peoples belief. The Silver-Bloods just want to prolong the conflict, to keep bodies in the Mine.*\n\n\"I requested you because of your... Shadiness. That Dunmer from solitude wouldn't be willing to do the things you might. You're immune from prosecution while working for me. Any external forces... Well... Sleep with one eye open. The Stone streets are cold, and the people colder.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I already sleep with one eye open.\" He says with a chuckle, \"You don't piss off Maven and sleep soundly.\" He laughs, \"I'll reach out to some of my contacts. Dig up what I can and see what I can do about your issue. Have your Apostle friend see me when he can.\" He sighs, as he realizes something, \"Might be too far from Morrowind... Bah, I'll figure it out. There wouldn't be any Hlaalu nearby would there?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Only a few who come from the Vineyard in eastmarch. They deliver wine... Quiet folk though. Most of those vineyard ones are. But Byleth would be a good... \"Partner\" For you. Another who's a bit more capable is out right now... Not to discredit him. Head up to the Wellspring... Thats what he calls it. Stay away from the Thalmor too...\"\n\n*He sighs.*\n\n\"I don't like them here, but its apart of my agreement with the Empire. I'd like to be neutral... But thats not an option. Ulfric would be a great help with the forsworn, but many here in this city hate him.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I doubt the Thalmor would be much help, anyways. Nor would the Empire, their the whole *Reason* Ulfric stepped in during the Markarth Incident.\" He laughs, \"I doubt the Thalmor would pay me much mind, the fish smell makes them nauseous.\" He stands up, \"I'll meet with the Telvanni. Then see about if I can get some of my contacts over here, I've got a few specialists in mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He smirked regarding the Fish.*\n\n\"I knew you were the right one for the job. Get going, and if that Silver Blood grunt says something on the way out... Show him what for.\"\n\n*He smiled, standing up, and returning to his throne.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Trust me, I don't take kindly to strong arming. Good way to lose one.\"\n\nAs he exits the room Dumac would notice a... Shimmer about him. Something generally *Off* About his appearance, like a pattern on one of the fabrics changing in the blink of an eye. Regulus would make his way to the so-called Wellspring, whatever that is"
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*There was an air of... Gloom in the keep. Madanach and the Silver Bloods were being held in a cell in the bottom of the keep. The Thalmor were still here, but likely not for long. They would either protest the Imperfect or keep their mouths shut.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"How goes things, Jarl?\" He asks, \"I've got friends incoming who will help keep order during the transition.\" He says, \"Can't help but feel something's on your mind, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Just... Thinking of how things should go after the execution. The mine will have *Paid* Workers... More money can be granted to dwemer research... And I'm going to have the streets cleaned more often...\"\n\n*He pouted.*\n\n\"I almost felt bad for Madanach. We are... Similarly ambitious. I could've ended up becoming him if i hadn't left.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well it's a good thing you left, then.\" He says with a grin, \"Doubt this Hold would be doing as well with a different Jarl.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Then maybe them taking Markarth after the war was a good thing.\"\n\n*He smirked.*\n\n\"The silver bloods pleaded... Tried bribes... Never admitted anything to the end. They thought they could run from responsibility.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Guess I'll be working overtime with your guards, I can't imagine the Silver-Bloods are going to go quietly. I'm guessing they'll try to get them to turn against you.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Then it roots out the Fools. The corrupt's masters will die, and they will crumble without the gold holding them up. You've done me a great service.\"\n\n*He had a bottle of wine sitting by his throne.*\n\n\"Exclusive, Indoril. From the Stros M'Kai vineyard. I'm quite fond of her stock... Though im indifferent about her more... \"Exclusive\" Wines.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm not a big wine drinker,\" He says, \"I prefer mead. Or something strong like rum. Kind of you to ask, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"I suppose they do have good mead in Riften. Hm. Well... You're dismissed for now. I'll need you in the morning to assist with the Execution.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He salutes, \"Yessir.\" He says, \"I'll continue my work with the guard and keep an eye out for any possible trouble makers. If any Silver-Bloods show up I'll have their heads.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*And so, night would fall. The faint cries of the imprisoned could be heard. They were futile. The morning would bring a new city.*"
}
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{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He was sitting on his throne again. He was commending a few citizens which had been helpful in the overall investigation. Yngvar was now at the Jarl's side, clad in dwemer armor. He was a dog without a master, so he found a new one. The Thalmor remained, they had come to an agreement, because Dumac didn't much care for religion at all.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He waits for the citizens to file out and approaches the throne, giving a shifty glare to the Thalmor within the Keep, \"So what're the Thalmor still doing here?\" He asks with a slightly annoyed tone"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"It's not my choice. I don't wish to sever imperial ties... Yet. I have a long term plan. One which I can't disclose.\"\n\n*He went from his serious tone to something more lighthearted. He clapped his hands.*\n\n\"Ah, but you! You should be Celebrated! I'd make you thane if it wouldn't interfere with your work in riften.\"\n\n*He took a bag from the side of the throne. A large, heavy bag.*\n\n\"1300... It should be adequate for your services, including what Byleth gave you.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well there go my complaints.\" He says lifting the bag, \"Talos, that's heavy.\" He grumbles, \"The people I hired will stay for a week, then they'll be on their way, that'll give me enough time to retrain the current group of guards.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He smiled.*\n\n\"Good... Good. The barracks are down... Near the Excavation. Achel is there... In case you need backup. They might be a bit testy...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"My blade is meant for taking heads. If they try me they will taste it.\" He says, a serious tone, \"Crime families ruin everything.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"You have an issue with your own down there. A pity... It could be a great city, riften.\"\n\n*He motioned for him to leave.*\n\n\"I wish you luck.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"When I take Maven's head... Perhaps it can see a better tomorrow. Me and another Guard Captain have a plan, but it'll take time. For now I might as well save your city.\" He says with a laugh, making his way to the barracks"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*Down from the depths... A floral smoke billowed up. Probably not safe being so poorly ventilated. He was stood outside a brass door, waiting on regulus.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He coughs as he heads down, \"Smokey down here, did someone set the barracks on fire?\" He quips, \"I'm guessing you're Achel?\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Yeah... Yeah... I met that little altmer you sent in the inn... Annoying prick... Guess that was the point though.\"\n\n*He took the cigarette out of his mouth.*\n\n\"They haven't taken their paychecks getting cut very well it seems.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"If they try anything they'll wish it was just their paychecks.\" He says, \"Anything I should know about before going in?\" He asks, \"I don't want any surprises.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"They're probably drunk. Definitely.\"\n\n*He opened the door to a raucous room of drunken guards. Drowning sorrows. Achel stormed in.*\n\n**\"SHUT THE FUCK UP!\"**\n\n*The room went dead silent.*\n\n\"This will be your new captain for the week.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He sheepishly spoke.*\n\n\"Decline, Sir!\"\n\n*This was one of the better ones. Someone mumbled from the back \"You can't... They're all dead!*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Almost right. You should also report too your supervisor and inform them, or arrest them.\" He says, \"And this goes for any bribes. Taking bribes will get you jail time, and the act of bribery is a serious offense to the order the Jarl is striving for.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*They all murmured in unison a halfhearted \"Yes Sir.\" The seniormost guard who wasn't the now-missing captain spoke. He was a tall breton gentleman in the back who was waiting for things to calm down.*\n\n\"Sir, if i may... The root of it is they hadn't ever had any consequences for their actions... Anything a corrupt guard did... The punishment was nullified by Silver-Blood threat. They're all fat... Lazy... They need real work.\"\n\n*He did seem to be the most physically fit one. And there was likely a reason he didn't end up like the prior captain. He was just a bit timid, but he was good material.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"A good point.\" He says, \"You seem to know these boys well, I'll let you help pick their new training regiment.\" He smiles, \"Do well and I'll put in a good word when I leave.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*He seemed a bit surprised by the newfound authority he had been given.*\n\n\"Oh... Well, I'd say we should have them get out into the community... The Jarl wants some work done making the city look better? If they're doing that... They can be all around the City, and still be on \"Patrol.\" I can... I'll do it with them.\"\n\n*Achel said from behind \"You better.\" The guards seemed... Mad by manual labor. It was a form of punishment.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I like it. Have them be a more active part of the community, makes them look better, community has more faith in them, and it'll act as a punishment, perfect.\" He says with a smile, \"And it'll get them in better shape, some of you are gettin a bit to round in the edges.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"The silver bloods buying them Black-Briar all the time didn't help. Well... If thats settled... I dont want to hold either of you.\"\n\n*He turned back to the guards and gave them an almost sadistic look. More like he was happy to put the corrupt ones in their place.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He leans over to Achel, \"I like this one,\" He says gesturing to the senior guard, \"A man of my own heart.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Or sucking up to you. Seems like he has it under control.\"\n\n*He turned to face the door.*\n\n\"If it seems like he has it... Jarl will probably let you go. He's gonna want me to escort you to the Border. The Forsworn are testy bastards now... I've got work to do...\""
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I can handle a few savages.\" He says, \"Though I wouldn't mind seeing you in action. You seem like you'd be impressive in the battlefield.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"I fought in the West in the great war... 'course that was all fucking pointless...\"\n\n*He groaned.*\n\n\"I'll still go with you... I havent fought with anyone in a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm guessin I'll need to report to Jarl Dumac one more time before taking my leave. Let him know I've found a good replacement for the Captain.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Well, I'll be at the gate of the Keep. Do what you need to do.\"\n\n*He turned and went up. The Jarl would still be on his throne.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'll meet you there.\" He says with a nod. He walks into throne room, approaching Jarl Dumac with a respectful bow, \"I believe we have a good runner up for the Guard Captain position, one of the senior-most members of the guard. I have him working the guards on some civil outreach within the city. Hopefully it will keep the guard in proper shape and help build faith in them. Two birds, meet one stone.\" He says, \"Unless you have anything else for me, I'm afraid i must return home.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Good... Good... It's nice to hear there was someone capable there. That's everything i have then... For you anyway. We've had some issues in the Hall of The Dead... But you've done enough. Achel will escort you to the border of the Hold... I know you'll say \"Oh I Don't need protection.\", but we've had reports of large forsworn movements into their more defended camps. They're looking for travelers... You alone are an easy target.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Nothing about me makes an easy target, but another arm is always appreciated. Heard there's an enclave of those Ebonarm fellas out in Whiterun, suppose Achel plans on makin a stop there? Or is he comin back once he reaches the border?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"He does what he does. I just give him good work. He likely will go there... He doesn't talk about being a member much... But he is.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I could tell. If the ebony wasn't enough to give it away, somethin about how they hold themselves.\" He chuckles, \"Well I won't keep you, got business to attend to back in Riften, setting up a sting of sorts.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He Chuckled.*\n\n\"Yes.. I suppose you do have a busy schedule there.. I appreciate you taking the time. You're a hard worker... Very determined. I appreciate that Tenacity. You are Dismissed.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It was a pleasure, my Jarl.\" He says, making his way out of the Keep and toward the main gate"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*He was waiting at the gate for him.*\n\n\"I'm going this way anyway, so dont try and keep me from you.\"\n \n*He turned and the gate opened. He had a constant cloud of floral smoke around him.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Smoking kills, y'know.\" He says with a chuckle, \"So you one of those knightly types? What brings you to the Reach of all places?\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Money. There's a bounty on every forsworn here.\"\n\n*He smirked.*\n\n\"Knightly is... Pushing it. I'm past all of the \"Honor\" Bullshit now... I fight as fair as who I'm fighting.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You know what they say, all's fair in love and war. Fighting fair has never been my thing, if it can give me an edge in combat I'll utilize it. Especially since the battles I fight are rarely the ones that can be fought with steel and grit.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Guessin you dont deal in fair fights... More thieves that'll bite you and Mad Telvanni... That one spread around. Crazy Bastard... They say they arent all like that but... Something about the one here is off... Crazy in that... Despairing way. Real fucking scary demons behind him...\"\n\n*Well he certainly didn't have a silver tongue... He was usually more quiet though. They were passing the stables, and nearing the bridge that led into the real Reach. Things felt oddly quiet.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He fastens his helmet, and stands by his horse, \"Thought I'd see more movement on the horizon, all things considered.\" He says, suspicious, \"Think they're readying some foolish last hurrah?\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Definitely.\"\n\n*He pointed towards an empty camp.*\n\n\"I didn't hit that one. It shouldn't be empty. They're festering like maggots somewhere... Waiting for us.\"\n\n*He didn't have a horse but he could keep up a walking pace. But they would be attacked, and soon.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well if they're planning an attack... I don't want my horse caught in the crossfire.\" He says, \"Think we can rally some backup before they try somethin? Hit em first, and hard.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"At most some guards... Don't think they'll kill a horse like that though. They usually let them go, or take them. I don't thing that big... Machine... Can leave...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It'd be quite the show if it could...\" He says, \"I think the walls are too tall, though. Dunno, maybe it could climb?\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Probably just a portal... I don't know how magic works... That kind anyway... But i dont think it would be too difficult to move it that far... He could probably take it around... Over the mountains then outside the walls... I'm expecting something strong but not numerous. Lucky us.\"\n\n*He began to walk. A siege was out of tbe question, but a small force attacking them... Inevitable.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Just hope they don't got too many archers. Or mages. Anything with range, for that matter. Nothin I can do about that.\" He says, slipping on a ring, his form seems to shimmer in the air, blending and warping the surroundings, \"That should make it harder for them to hit me, though. Chameleon and Sanctuary, a powerful combination.\" He looks around, \"Can't see any forces around from this position, but I'd wager they'd take a nearby cave. Probably the mine, that way,\" He says, pointing to Left Hand Mine, \"Or and ambush force hidden behind that ridge by the farm,\" He says pointing to Salvius Farm, \"Maybe even both, if they're smart. Either way there's not much we can do to prepare, not unless you can think of a way to get them to show their cards early.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Stay here.\"\n\n*He began walking, out towards the center of the 2 points where they actually were, a Cave and a Ridge. And he just stood there. Eventually... 2 missed arrows... And a Werewolf, accompanied by 2 briarhearts and 3 lesser warriors on the other side. No hagraven... Thankfully. Guards immediately sprang into action trying to fight the archers, and Achel drew his sword and slashed at the stomach of the werewolf in the same motion. Cut, but not dead. A briarheart with 2 axes came from behind. He blocked it with his pauldron, and swept his leg.*"
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well then. That's an approach.\" He says with a laugh, moving in, shield raised, sword behind him, just out of sight. He rushes one of the warriors, Sica easily slicing their neck open, their body weighed down by the enchantment, collapsing to the ground, he quickly tosses a handful of caltrops onto the ground near the werewolf, then takes cover, sticking a damp-looking cloth into a bottle, striking a match on the bottom of his boot, then tosses the bottle, a Molotov Cocktail of sorts, \"FIREBALL!\" He shouts, throwing it at one of the other lesser warriors, setting them ablaze"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*The werewolf had stepped on the caltrops... But achel had been hit with an arrow. He was able to take out the werewolf, but the other briarheart was coming for him. In a flash of blue light... Something happened. It wasn't clear what happened... But the briarheart was split cleanly in two. The other briarheart, now getting up, hit him in the chestplate, but he cracked his elk skull helmet with the hilt of his Katana and it knocked him out, before he hit the ground and was cut in the throat. The archers had been taken out by the guards. Everything was on fire, there was blood everywhere. There were more forces up on the ridge, but they were retreating. Whatever Achel just did scared them. But he was covered in blood and dealing with an arrow in his shoulder...*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well then, that showed em.\" He says with a laugh, \"One of you boys get a water bucket! I want that fire extinguished!\" He shouts, he may not be captain here but his voice still carries like he is. He takes a healing potion out of his bag and hands it to Achel, \"Here you go, lad. Arrow hit you good, but didn't seem to nick anything major.\" He grabs his sword and breaks the arrow tip off, \"There, should come out smoothly without messing anything else up, save for a few splinters, but those'll heal up.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*His took the potion with his left hand. It was faintly glowing with an ethereal energy. He drank the potion and wiped blood off of his facd.*\n\n\"They wont come back. Not a fucking chance...\"\n\n*He held his shoulder as it healed. Guards came to put out the fire, and handle the corpses. He knew what he had just done... But didn't say anything about it. But just briefly... It was a Shehai...*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"So that light,\" He says, followed by a quick whistle to call his horse, \"You a mage? Thought Redguards all hated magic... Not to sound ignorant.\" He says, realizing how bad it sounded, \"Got a theory on what that was... But I find it hard to believe.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"No... Barely a mage. Some alteration. Your... \"Theory\"... Probably correct.\"\n\n*He had sufficiently stabilized himself.*\n\n\"It hasn't happened since the War though... I dont know how in oblivion it works... Those sorts of things... It's not conventional \"Magic\".\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Shehai. The Spirit Sword. So you're a regular Rada al-Saran, huh?\" He says with a laugh, \"No wonder those Forsworn were scared shitless. Probably thought you were the reincarnation of Red Eagle.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Even when i did it in the War... It was dismissed as rumours. I've read a bit on it... To try and understand it. But i have no control over it... That was just a single slash, one big fuck you to them... And it did that. I need to train it... Maybe my \"Spirit is too tumultuous\"... Or whatever else they'd say back home.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Remember hearing that to use it proper you have to 'give your heart to a cause' or somethin, maybe it was something about love? I dunno, don't read that much history. Everything I know are accounts, secondhand ones at that.\" He says, \"There's word that one of Hermaeus Mora's daedric lackey's made their home in the Rift, haven't had time to investigate myself, but hey, they might have info you want. So long as you put your Ebonarm Allegiance aside for the greater good.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Ugh... It's always that spiritual shit...\"\n\n*He stared at his left hand.*\n\n\"I'll develop it in battle. Ebonarm would want that.\"\n\n*He turned towards the east.*\n\n\"You're probably safe now.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Perhaps your love of battle will fuel your Shehai, then.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Riften's far east, so if you're headed that way I wouldn't mind the company.\" He mounts his horse, stroking its mane"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Stopping in whiterun... To see the rest of us.\"\n\n*He rolled his ebony katana in his knuckle, twirling it before putting it in its sheath. He was ready to go.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Figured as much.\" He said, \"Then that'll be where we part ways. Oh and, thanks for makin sure our Altmer friend didn't get too roughed up by those guards. He's a valuable contact of mine.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Don't know why he was your first choice.\"\n\n*He held a good walking pace. He stopped at one of the dead forsworn. He took a wrapping from the body's arm, and wrapped it around his forehead, with two long ribbons hanging from the back. Symbolic of something, maybe.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Oh, I just thought it would be funny. Force a pompous Direnni to squabble with peons.\" He says with a laugh, \"Eugh, you're really gonna wear that? Could've at least cleaned it first. Gross.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"It's something my father did. I don't know if its redoran tradition... But he wore a headband after he triumphed in something. Added onto it with every victory. I think I'm worthy now... Taking it from here makes it mean more.\"\n\n*He grinned.*\n\n\"I'm already soaked in this much fucking blood I dont think it matters at this point.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Blood is one thing but... Do the Forsworn *Bathe*?\" He says, feigning a disgusted shiver, \"But hey, glad you feel worthy or whatever. Go you.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"I've smelled most of their camps... Maybe 1/3 of them bathe. Not the warriors.\"\n\n*He looked forward.*\n\n\"What is your story anyway? You already know enough about me...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Not much to tell. Guard Captain in Riften, somewhat infamous for it, I should add, as I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty when the situation calls for it. Typically getting help from unsavory sources.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"At least you're honest. It's the guild down there, isn't it? I sold some swords i took from bandits to an argonian smith there... The little guild marks on the buildings aren't subtle.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I don't work with them anymore, too far in Maven's pockets for my liking.\" He says, \"I work mostly with small timers, as well as some from outside Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Her drink tastes like piss anyway. Maybe I'm just too used to Rum and Brandy. The mead here... Too fucking sweet.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You'd think Rum would be sweeter, being made out of sugarcane.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"It isnt honey at least. There was good wine locally on Stros M'Kai. A Dunmer owned a vineyard there... The Thalmor destroyed it. That and every other good thing in Hammerfell...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Hey but it united the Crowns and Forebears.\" He says, \"So there's that, at least.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Their conflict would have never reached the level of destruction that the Dominion achieved. It's why I'm here... It's depressing there now. I'd be safer there, no Thalmor, but... It's saddening.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"And now the Thalmor are trying to take control here.\" He says, \"Suppose that's part of why your Order is here, no?\""
}
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{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"The choice of even bringing peace in the Order is also a... Strange discussion. I don't care either way... But the scripture says we should continue the war as long as we can. Thats how some interpret it. It's too confusing to Talk about on a walk like this.\"\n\n*He meant the scenery. The Reach was one of the most beautiful Holds... The trees, the rocks... Waterfalls... All of it.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Clearly the ones who think the war should stretch on don't understand what Reymon Ebonarm stands for.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Ebonarm always preferred ending conflict without bloodshed.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"The message warps and changes over the years. Some of those in there are warmongers, some more traditional. I personally wish to end it without bloodshed.\"\n\n*He frowned.*\n\n\"But I'm a realist. Theres no chance in oblivion that will happen.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It's worth a try, either way.\" He says, \"Perhaps the two sides could see reason.\" He chuckles, \"Not sure if you'll be able to get Ulfric and Tullius to sit in a room together, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"I would rather kill myself then be in a room with them.\"\n\n*A blunt, but accurate statement. They were passing the Sky Haven Temple. Achel didn't know the significance of it. But he did comment on it.*\n\n\"That's not the typical architecture here. I've passed it a million times... It looks Akaviri, but it can't be. Not here.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He chuckles, \"So you don't know?\" He grins, \"That's Sky Haven Temple, used to be a Blades conclave, but has been abandoned for a while, since before the purge. Nobody's been in or out since.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"They never told us at Cloud Ruler Temple. Why you know that... I dont even want to know. You know a lot already, more than the average guard captain.\"\n\n*He seemed somewhat suspicious of him.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I make it my job to know things. Keeps me from being taken by surprise, long list of sources. Long list of people who owe me favors.\" He chuckles, \"You should see my house. Lined with cabinets of files and information.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Some people consider that a mental illness.\"\n\n*He thought.*\n\n\"Odd that it's abandoned like that. It would be an Old Dragonguard structure... Like Tideholm. It would be well defensible...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Nobody's really sure why it was abandoned. Perhaps we'll never know, seeing as nobody can get inside the damned thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Dragonborn.\"\n\n*He said bluntly as he began to light a cigarette.*\n\n\"Some older imperial holy sites were inaccessible to us blades. They had Blood Wards... They required the blood of an Emperor to enter.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"That'd explain the big fuckoff head on the wall of it.\" He says with a laugh, \"Must be Reman.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Well, when we find a dragonborn, we can get in and take whatever rusted dragonguard trinkets we want.\"\n\n*Whatever he smoked was some kind of herb or flower. It smelled more like incense than anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Sounds like a plan. If one ever shows up.\" He says with a chuckle, he then coughs, getting a lungful of smoke, \"What are you even smoking, it smells awful.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Chokeweed. Good for your stamina. It's a good constant feeling... A lot of alchemical ingredients work well when you smoke them... You get the good effects mostly. Sometimes a little too good... Don't try Coda flowers.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I don't plan on smoking anything. Smoking kills, you know.\" He says with a laugh, he said this joke before."
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Not as fast as taking bribes...\"\n\n*It was a jab at regulus' own corruptness. They were nearing the edge of the Reach. The plains of whiterun were in view.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I don't take bribes, for the most part. Now making deals with some of the most dangerous people in Tamriel? That's my vice. Surprised there aren't more attempts at my life.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Who would you consider the \"Most Dangerous?\" Great Houses? Skooma Kingpins? Pirates?\"\n\n*He seemed genuinely interested in this... A nice change of pace from his usual indifference.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Morag and Camonna Tong, for one.\" He says, \"The Great Houses of Morrowind, as well. A few bandit gangs, criminal groups, so on and so forth.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"About what I expected. Put a lot of guild rats in their place... Think they're hot shit at a tavern, then... Well you could probably guess. I have no respect for Thieves. No honesty in it.\"\n\n*He laughed, not much of one, closer to an exhale.*\n\n\"I suppose thats one of the reasons I left the Empire.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"What is the Empire if not a group of self-righteous Thieves.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I used to work with the Guild, give them passes so long as they helped me, but Maven put an end to that.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"When I first got here, I did work for her.\"\n\n*He took a long, dramatic drag of his cigarette.*\n\n\"Never. Again. Zero respect for those under her.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Or for her betters. The way she treats Jarl Laila makes me sick.\" He says, \"I plan on bringing her down, but it'll take a lot of time, gotta do it perfectly.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Good luck. Seriously.\"\n\n*He frowned.*\n\n\"Her and her lackeys are rotted to the core. One will replace another.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"That's what I hope to prevent. Power vacuums are no laughing matter. Someone or Something will need to fill in that gap, and I have a sneaking suspicion it'll be me.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"And you think you're responsible enough for that? What that place needs is a Jarl that isn't brainless...\""
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Perhaps. Laila isn't the best but part of it is her almost depressing belief that Maven is her friend.\" He says, \"And there's not many in line to be the Jarl of Riften at the current moment. I already know that the Empire wants *Maven* To be Jarl.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Hmph. Expected. Parasites fester with parasites.\"\n\n*They were now around Rorikstead. It was the middle of the afternoon.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"No surprises there.\" He says, \"I'm more of a symbiotic organism, sure I'm a bit of a parasite but I like to think I'm more beneficial to the host.\""
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Hey I take only a moderate amount of pleasure in what I do. What I do works, major crimes are at a low, murders and muggings are happening at a lesser rate than they were before I was in charge. And we have systems in place to help lessen the need for people to turn to theft. In my heyday the Thieves Guild was even having a lessened impact.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"It still doesn't fix the problem. The finest maggot is still festering the wound. That town is rotten to the fuckin' core... Everyone's there... Complacent in some sort of racket.\"\n\n*Passing Rorikstead. Fort Greymoor was barely visible.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You could say that about most cities. All you have to do is dig deep enough.\" He says, \"Markarth, or Nchuand-zel, will still have its problems. I'm surprised the city hasn't fallen into a sinkhole.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"It's biggest problem was solved by an overwhelming display of power. It's better for Maven and Laila to just let whatever happen in riften... As long as they get their cut. Won't convince me otherwise.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"There's still plenty of issues that need working out. Same with Riften. My methods are like adapted to work well in the area. And they clearly worked in yours.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"That was the Jarl's choice.\"\n\n*He stayed quiet for a moment. He came to a realization that he was really just a sellsword. His opinion didn't matter.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"And it was a good choice, if I say so myself.\" He says with a chuckle, \"If I ever have any daedra related problems, though, I think I'll contact your people instead of the Vigil. I feel you Knights would be a lot better than that priestly militia.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Fanatics. All of them. Think everything is black and white with daedra... It isnt, it's stupid to think that way.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Heh, you can say that again.\" He says, \"If only everything was as easy as good and evil.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"The Empire wants to be good... Seen as good... And they can do good. But there is so much underneath that undermines all of their good. No integrity anymore. Most people dont have integrity... Loyalty.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"No one cause is ever truly good, the road to Oblivion is paved with good intentions and all that. The Stormcloaks have the right idea, fighting for a cause they believe in, a cause everyone should fight for, but they can be overzealous at times.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Nothing can be simple.\"\n\n*The path would split. There was a sign. Riften to the southeast, whiterun to the east. This is where they would part ways, right at Fort Greymoor.*"
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Looks like this is your stop.\" He says, \"I wish you and your Order luck and good fortune.\" He chuckles, \"It was a delight.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Likewise.\"\n\n*He was being polite, he didn't actually like him that much. He would begin to walk on his path, and that would be the end of it.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "His horse would trot to the southwest, before speeding up to a gallop, making their way back to Riften, it would be a several days long journey"
}
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{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*The Daedra finally reached the keep, glancing up and side to side. Nodding in an impressed stare*\n\n**\"Well, you mortals have still kept this place in... Reasonable shape since i last visited, shall we go inside to talk with the Jarl now?\"**\n\n*Taking one last swig of his mead, setting the bottle on the stairs. Glancing back at his new apprentice, smirking as a hand rested on the pommel of his Daedra blade. Excited to see inside*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard was visibly nervous despite his best efforts to hide it. Suddenly the confidence he felt at the tavern had left him. To meet a Jarl was as unique a situation as becoming a Daedra apprentice. \n\n\"Uh... Yes. We should- we shall.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*Dumac sat on his throne. He was conversing with a dunmer. White haired, white robes. The dunmer saw the daedra and told something to one of the guards. Cover the mirrors. But they hadn't been kicked out yet, so he was clearly willing to have an audience with daedra. Beside him to his right was a dwemer automaton stood, guarding him.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Rolling his eyes from his apprentice reaction, approaching the Jarl and his court. Gazing about, intrigued at all of it. His walk showed arrogance and poise, stopping at the base of the throne area*\n\n**\"Well, it seems your court is quite on edge my dear Jarl... Eh? What do they call you sir?\"**\n\n*He chuckled with a hint of Callous, giving a bow to the Jarl. Valgren definitely was a unique character*\n\n**\"Where are my manners, I am Valgren Othrron and this here, if you can believe it, is my newly acquired apprentice... It would seem I could get an audience with you yes?\"**\n\n*Introducing himself well mannered, though not sounding like he's taking anything serious*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard remains silent. Not just because he had nothing to say but out of respect for him master and the jarl. And a little fear as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He leaned forward removing his glasses and setting them on the side of his throne. His appearance, the way he carried himself... It commanded respect.*\n\n\"Jarl Dumac Brass Blood. It has been some time since we've had an Unbound Daedra in the city. You have my attention.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He stood silently. But it was apparent that his right arm was made entirely of brass. Possibly more of him. But in his eyes you could see a sort of powerful confidence only a powerful mage had.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*His gaze went from the court back to the Jarl, bowing his head once more*\n\n**\"My my, Jarl Dumac... If all this Dwemer upgrades to the city is your doing, I am vastly impressed... You've earned my respect, but enough of the accolades of the great Jarl. Ive only come to your city, to ask for a place of solace and a way to earn your mortal currency... I'm sure a man like yourself understands such help?\"**\n\n*He chuckled with a smirk, gazing up to the Automaton. Admiring the art of the guard*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard slowly turned his head to face Valgren. How can someone acting so polite still come of so rude. Nothing he was saying was wrong or rude really but his attitude towards the Jarl and layed back attitude... It impressed Alabard*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*Before the jarl could speak, the Dunmer interjected.*\n\n\"Which plane do you hail from?\"\n\n*It was polite yet authoritative. He was the expert compared to Dumac.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Swiftly a glare fired to the Dunmer, his eyes squinted with a smirk*\n\n**\"There there Dunmer, I only hail from the Deadlands... Knight of Mehrunes Dagon I might add. Though, it's been awful long since I've been back and I don't intend to go back anytime soon..\"**\n\n*Replying to the Dunmer, giving him a bow as well. Respecting the Dunmer for his question to speak over the jarl*"
},
{
"author": "_unexplainable_",
"message": "Mixed up cyberpunk names"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard turned to Byleth, like the Jarl he too also commands respect from his graze alone or so Alabard could infer. I wonder why he was curious as Alabard was about where Valgren hailed from.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*Byleth whispered to him, and he made a decision.*\n\n\"Yes, yes, i may have something for you. Guardwork perhaps. Or manual labor in the Excavation. I cannot place my unwavering trust in you now. But i respect you.\""
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*He started to laugh, sighing to the comment. The Daedra crossed his arms*\n\n**\"I don't deny your questions of me, but I have lived among you mortals on this plane for hundreds of years. I don't wish nothing more then respect and to live how I want too... I don't mind guardwork or anything to prove my battle worthiness... Whatever you decided Jarl Dumac, I respect such decision..\"**\n\n*He smirked, giving Alabard a glare then to the jarl*\n\n**\"I don't intend to cross any of you, I'm not like any of those pathetic Daedra... Especially those inferior Demora..\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard could feel the fear that was starting to leave return once more when Valgren met his gaze with his glare. Did he offend him he pondered.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "\"Then you will be a personal guard of mine. And the... Apprentice?\"\n\n*He leaned back in his chair confused as to why he was even there.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"My apprentice..? Hmph, well Alabard. Would you like to tell the Jarl here why you're my apprentice?\"**\n\n*Pointing at Alabard, nodding for him to step in front. Snickering with a smirk, stepping back. Valgren hoping to get the best light on him as possible to get benefits*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard was stunned. His shock from being put on the spot so suddenly showed on his face.*\n\n\"Well... I um... I've placed myself in service so I may learn. I want to become more well equipped in the practice of magic and was advised experience would be my best bet to learn. So I now accompany my mentor to assist him anyway I can in hopes of getting some experience and learning new skills along the way.\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Dumac Brass-Blood",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow and scratched his chin.*\n\n\"It tends to be the other way around but well... I've seen stranger.\"\n\n*He turned to Byleth.*\n\n\"I hate to have you do this but please show them around. You seem the most suited for it in this circumstance.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He nodded and turned, expecting them to follow. Every time his right foot hit the ground it sounded like an automaton.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Valgren watched as thing went, examining the Dunmer as he followed it*\n\n**\"Well, how I expected such to go. I'm used to all of you demanding me be sent back to oblivion, which is quite the surprise when I despise being in Deadlands..\"**\n\n*He laughed, fixing his collar piece as he walked and took in the sights of the hall*\n\n**\"Dwemer architecture used by the Nords, what a surprise...\"**\n\n*Snickering sadistically, glancing to Alabard. Wondering why he's such a nervous wreck*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Feeling like he had embarrassed himself yet again, Alabard swiftly followed closely behind Valgren wanting nothing more then to escape the presence of the Jarl to not humiliate himself further.*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"The Reachmen originally. Dumac is Reach-Folk by blood. Though if he could, he'd will himself into being a Dwemer.\"\n\n*He smirked. Now that they got a better look at him, from his neck down, his entire right side was made of Brass. They were walking towards the Excavation, then the Barracks.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Valgren glanced at the Dunmer, intrigued. Scratching his goatee while listening*\n\n**\"So he shares blood with animals... No judgement, observation. But it seems he's done a wonderful job with this city, and you... Having Dwemer metal parts..\"**\n\n\n*Walking once again with arrogance, his curiosity going about in all directions*"
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard clenched his fist when he heard the Jarl was of Reachmen decent, maybe that's why he was intimidated earlier when in his presence.*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"My prosthetics are not Dwemer. They are clockwork. Created by Sotha Sil, who defeated Dagon in mournhold with his True Name.\"\n\n*They were in a large cavern now. The excavation. Artifacts were being looked over by multiple researchers, automatons being assesed by Calcelmo and his assistant.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Valgren started to laugh, cracking his neck*\n\n**\"Haha! Is that right my dear Dunmer... Still rather impressive, even if it's from a being who killed my prince..\"**\n\n*Shrugging, the Daedra attention was taken elsewhere. Noticing the artifacts being looked at, pointing it out*\n\n**\"More lively then I would've expected to be down here with all this rock and metal... Suppose you mortals make light work of this place..\"**\n\n*Giving Alabard a look, wondering why he's so quiet*"
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard let lose his clenched fist as he calmed himself down as he continued to follow behind quietly*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"With magical aid. But mostly hard work. The automaton you saw earlier was repaired by myself. We're contracting local forges to produce new parts for the machines, teaching people to maintain them. It will be a new sector, a new stream of income. Ultimately, we aim to turn Nchuand-Zel into a city of innovation.\"\n\n*He turned. A loud explosion was heard below. Which said a lot about how much money they were putting into this.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"How... Interesting..\"**\n\n*The Daedra not talking much, which was odd. Finding this city more and more fascinating and helpful for his means. Giving a swift glance to the Dunmer*\n\n**\"Say, your Jarl Dunmac... Quite clear distrusting of me. Only natural to distrust a Daedra after that crisis...\"**\n\n*Beginning to laugh once more, admiring all the new things they've done to such place. Only then to clear his throat*\n\n**\"But. I do hope your Jarl will allow me to live in this admirable and beautiful city, Oh and I don't disappoint in battle power for him..\"**\n\n*He snickered, a smirk stuck to his face. A very arrogant Daedra indeed*"
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard would finally find the strength to nudge Valgren*\n\n\"So that's all that is required of us here. Guard duty?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes, for the Xivilai. Unless you have another talent to offer. I can feel a sort of... Attunement... Coming from you. Are you a mage?\"\n\n*They walked towards the Barracks, heading down into them.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Giving his attention to Alabard, only for him to be cut off for Byleth. He grumbled softly, returning his gaze forward. *\n\n**\"I'll even outshine your machines... I wonder if machines ever feel fear..\"**\n\n*He spoke mostly to himself, he smirked. Chuckling, glancing at Alabard to know he can't answer for himself*"
}
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{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Valgren glanced at Byleth, beginning to chuckle while standing in the armory, exciting to be in presence of such powerful people*\n\n**\"Telvanni master..? Well, my respect for you as rose Dunmer... Telvanni are a treat to watch fight. But these armor pieces, for us yes? I wouldn't mind having more..\"**\n\n*He laughs, inspecting every piece of equipment. Clearly one that enjoys weaponry*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard found himself drawn to the armor eager to try such craftsmanship on for himself. But his admiration was cut short when something clicked in his mind*\n\n\"Telvanni? As in house Telvanni. What are you doing so far from morrowind to end up here may I ask?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Unintended teleportation. From the Clockwork City. I haven't stepped foot in Vvardenfell or the Peninsula since the second era.\"\n\n*Two full suits of dwemer armor, they looked rather standard, apart from some little chambers in the gauntlets that looked to have held a gem that was no longer there.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Not really paying much attention, the Daedra began pulling a suit off the racks. Sliding on the pieces, grinning*\n\n**\"Hmph, surprisingly lighter than expected..\"**\n\n*His gaze changing to the two of them, listening to his story*\n\n**\"Morrowind is still in shambles after the whole red mountain incident... Quite a shame..\"**\n\n*He snickered, stretching in the new suit of armor*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*As Alabard began dressing himself in the armour he would still turn to Byleth to enquire more. Like Valgren his eyes was draw to him. There seemed so much about him gathered by such little interaction.*\n\n\"So besides from guard work, what else would you have me do to assist with? A project was it of the magical kind?\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Guard the excavation. Deny anyone attempting to enter without permission. Deny anyone from the College of Whispers regardless of permission. But, if you specifically are interested in assisting me, follow me.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "**\"Say one of them gets aggressive? Do I have the obligation to rid them? Or do I boringly escort them out of the area..?\"**\n\n*Valgren asked, pacing back n forth. Clearly itching for combat already*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard turned to Valgren almost seeking permission to leave his side to assist Byleth for a moment instead*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Turn them to a mist, i don't care, they just can't see what we're up to. We've already had imperial authority snooping around pretending we didn't declare sovereignty.\""
}
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{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*He laughed, his hands went to his hips smirking.*\n\n**\"Well well, So serious about this project aren't you Dunmer... May want to relax with such talk if you don't want to look any more obvious..\"**\n\n*He broke into a deep laughter, shaking his head. Returning to a refrained smirk, glancing at Alabard giving him a nod.*\n\n**\"Oh I wish to have combatant awaiting me, to be worthy enough to show my perfection..\"**"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Seeing Valgrens nod of approval he turned back to Byleth*\n\n\"Well I am yours to do with as you wish, just so long as it dose not strain me from my mentors side for to long.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Perhaps an evening if either of us survive. Or the two of you could come. But the nature of the research... I would like to keep a daedric vestige away from the normal souls.\""
}
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{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*The wellspring is one of the highest structures in the city. Constructed from a ruined tower, it was placed at the very top near a small spring in the mountains, borderline outside the walls. It's a long trek, but it's peaceful, with a Cherry Blossom tree just above a small pond with a few tables for guests who never visit.\n\nInside, is a small but effective study. A Dwemer Collossus based contraption sits disassembled under a stairwell, with chairs, tables, and other various dwemer machines. Up the stairs is a sleeping quarters, with a desk, bookshelves, and a small terrarium containing Dragon-Frogs. Above the stairs, bathing the room in light, is a Tribunal Stained-Glass window.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "As he makes his way up to the building he curses under his breath, \"Why's it gotta be so high up.\" He knocks on the door, \"Telvanni and their towers.\" He says to himself"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The Door-Daedra as he had begun to call the Watchling, entered. It was a pretty nice job for a Daedra, though.*\n\n\"Oh... You don't seem like one of the usuals... Did the Jarl send you?\"\n\n*Inside was an excessively loud metallic banging.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Yep, I'm from out of town, here as per Jarl Dumac's request.\" He says, \"I'm guessing that banging would be Byleth?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yeah... Yeah he does that a lot. The tower is out of the way for a reason... He likes his peace... The locals dont want to hear his... \"Racket\"\n\n*The big brass doors opened. There was Byleth stood, working on the Torso of some dwemer contraption. The stomach area was entirely empty, and he was building some mechanism that would open and close to keep something inside.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He takes a few steps forward, holding out his hand to shake, \"Captain Regulus Verus. I presume you are Byleth Telvanni, the Clockwork Apostle?\" He doesn't show it but it almost *Hurts* To mention the Apostles, \"So is that to keep something in or keep somethign out.\" He says, commenting on the mechanism"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*As he approached, he felt a very, very old feeling. His middle finger on his brass arm was twitching. He shook his hand, looking him up and down. But this was a feeling from the Second Era. A very specific feeling. But he brushed it off.*\n\n\"Out. And a little experiment. Most apostles would find this heresy. It's... It's the same principle as the Numidium... Using Heartstones instead. Of course... I have quite a long way to go. The Jarl wants to send a message to the Forsworn with it.\"\n\n*He deliberately stood with his brass half facing away from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You're trying to... Recreate the Numidium. Fancy yourself a Dagoth?\" He says with a chuckle, \"Just so happens Jarl Dumac hired me to help with the forsworn issue. An outside force, one removed from this city's corruption. Shocked he sought me out, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Seht recreated the Heart in secret. Different intentions. It'd be nowhere near as powerful, of course.\"\n\n*He turned and paced.*\n\n\"He sought you out for a reason. Perhaps... Well, it was an *Ethereal* Something about you.\"\n\n*It was a light jab at him, and his nature. But it didn't seem that he cared too much. He walked to the other side of the room towards a window, looking out.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Yes many think I'm not of this world, due to how handsome I am. I can't fault them for it.\" He says with a laugh, \"He sought me out because of my connections, that and because I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He smirked.*\n\n\"I could think of a few other reasons.\"\n\n*He stared at him.*\n\n\"I know.\"\n\n*Turning back, he acted as though that never happened.*\n\n\"The situation is... Anyone with money in this city is against us. The Jarl plans to Execute Madanach, the Forsworn leader... But he can't get him out of the Mine. The Silver Bloods own it.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Hmm,\" He hums thinking, \"Sounds like we need to either take away the Silver-Bloods' money... Or cut them out of the equation entirely.\" He sighs, \"Neither would be entirely easy. You'd need man power to seize their assets, or a well trained assassin to kill them.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"If you want man-power, plant something incriminating on one of them. They transfer their dues to the Jarl in crates. A note saying that one of them was communing with a Hagraven or something... It would rile up the people. But you could just use Illusion to get Madanach out... The people want him dead. That might spark the Silver-Bloods to do something... Drastic.\"\n\n*He jabbed again.*\n\n\"Your... Kind... Quite good with illusion.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Could have someone arrested to kill him from inside the prison.\" He says, \"Maybe send some coin to the rumor mill.\" He smirks, \"I think I can call up some contacts to get man power. Solitude's not too far, could get them shipped in.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"No. Too... Loud. He didn't call you in to make a scene. That's not what you were *Made* To do.\"\n\n*He paced back to his... Contraption. His mask was visible attached to his belt. Something about it was... A bit familiar.*"
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You keep talkin like that and I'm gonna have to assume you know somethin I don't.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I'm a guard captain, not exactly built for the cloak and dagger approach.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He let it go, and stared at his mask, removing it from his hip for a moment before putting it back. Wasn't worth prying so much about what he was. But it still brought him discomfort.*\n\n\"Just making suggestions. But for now we have to get Madanach out of the Prison. Thats the main goal.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"What better cover than a jailbreak. Not only will it get Madanach somewhere where we can conveniently take him out, but it will force the Silver-Bloods to act, lest they lose their slaves.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It is slavery what they do... It's one of the reasons Dumac wishes to bring them down. He's liked by the masses... But to the upper class... He's an outsider.\"\n\n*He thought. He brought his mechanical arm to his face, still twitching ever so slightly.*\n\n\"Getting someone somewhat magically attuned inside... Would be an easy jailbreak. Start a riot. Unless you feel like being the one. I want to see Madanach dead, after being here... Fighting in the Siege.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I've got someone in mind for this job. Not a mage, although I'd say what he does is magical. One small issue, though.\" He says with a frown, \"I doubt the Silver Bloods would arrest a briarheart. Seem more like someone they'd want on the chopping block. Strength like theirs, especially in the aforementioned man's type, isn't something that can easily be contained.\" He takes out a journal and looks it through, leafing through the pages, \"I'll leave the choice to you, I've got 3 people who owe me favors. Quite the rag tag group.\" Looking at the journal he merely describes the characters, and doesn't name them, confidentiality and such, \"A Khajiit mage, capable of changing how he looks. An Orsimer briarheart and grizzled mercenary. And a Direnni Conjurer, allegedly related to Chimere Graegyn.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"That first one... Thats the damned Arch-Mage! That's far too obvious...\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"The Briarheart. Poetic justice in a way. Dumac's personal men would arrest him... The silver bloods would process him. They wouldn't know he's a briarheart until he was tearing open the bars.\"\n\n*He thought.*\n\n\"I would've suggested some... Characters... I've met... But they're too unpredictable. Get that Briarheart... Tell him to come up here. The stairs will be his first test.\"\n\n*He was joking but it didn't come off as one. He had a sort of dry humor that, combined with his tone, made telling when he was serious difficult.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"The Arch-Mage has a form that nobody ever sees. Most people think he can only turn into a Cathay-Raht, Senche-Raht, and Alfiq. But he has a fourth, an Ohmes, he'd look like a Bosmer.\" He says with a chuckle, \"You seem to forget that strip searches are commonplace in all prisons. If they didn't remove his clothing he could easily smuggle something in, they'd notice the briarheart the minute they search him.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I dont spend much time in prison. The Clockwork City's was for a more scary sort... With the Saints trapped in the Dragons and such. The Silver-Blood guards couldn't see through an illusion spell hiding it. A small enchanted item in the... Cavity, would conceal it. They wouldn't suspect a thing.\"\n\n*He thought about the arch mage. He seemed rather... Well put together.*\n\n\"Does the Arch-Mage just get bored and do these sorts of things? I didn't know he was a Telvanni... That's something that Indras would do. Or Neloth.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Could work, don't suppose you know any Illusion magic, then?\" He says. \"The Arch-Mage will do just about anything to get away from that Thalmor bastard who's constantly at his tail. That and this journal is full of people who owe me favors.\""
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm thinking a wild card. The 3rd option, Palomir Direnni, a powerful mage, likely on par with the Arch-Mage, he can handle himself for sure, and I think it'd be funny to see him force to work in a mine with criminals and Forsworn.\" He laughs, \"And to confirm, I am to facilitate Madanach's safe relocation, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Hm... Direnni... Interesting. Yes, that could work.\"\n\n*He moved back over to the window, looking down.*\n\n\"Madanach should be relocated somewhere safe, but secluded. Not directly into the Prison in Nchuand-Zel, but somewhere he can be... \"Acquired\" Reasonably.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Any location ideas? I just wanna make sure he doesn't get placed inside the Jarl's quarters or something. As humorous as that would be.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"There's an abandoned house... Not up for sale yet. Used to be used for Molag Bal worship... Until a Vampire cleared it out... Took the Mace. He can be stored there with one of the Jarl's guards... Until nightfall. Then we'll prepare his Execution.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Sounds good, ironic, too.\" He says, \"I'll send a courier to fetch our guy, should be here in a few days, most of it waiting for the courier to get to him, unless you have a faster way.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"There's no rush... Still working on... This. Until hes here, stay here with the guards. The Jarl ousted the old captain this morning. Retrain them, dont spill anything. They won't stop taking bribes until the silver bloods are gone, but they can be... Persuaded more towards justice.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Never thought someone would hire me to *Stop* Bribes.\" He says with a laugh, \"I'll put em on the right path. My other contacts should be touching base soon, too, so we'll see if we can find a more permanent solution to the Silver-Blood's meddling.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"There is no such thing as inherent corruption. It's circumstance. You have no reason to be corrupt here, they wont offer you any more than the Jarl will.\"\n\n*He smirked a bit.*\n\n\"But... With all that... It is best for you to get to work. Have the Direnni visit me so I can lay it out for him. The Jarl can't be seen with him.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods, \"Excited to see whatever that is-\" He points at the dwemer automata Byleth is working on, \"In action, seemse like something I wouldn't want to miss.\" He makes his way back to the door"
}
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{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "The Altmer made his way up the stairs, \"Why'd that fool insist I take the stairs. Why'd I listen to him.\" He says to himself, as he approaches the door he knocks, \"Are you the one I'm supposed to talk to?\" He calls out"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The door opened, without any trouble with the Watchling. She already knew he was coming. Byleth was still working on that Dwemer Colossus. It was deconstructed still, but the torso was Complete, and the cavity in the center was filled with Heartstones. He was tweaking the arms and legs making sure they could actuate properly before assembling it outside. He turned, and approached Palomir.*\n\n\"You're the one? Hm... What did Regulus do for you that you owed him *This* Much?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"That is a private matter.\" He says, \"Now can we get on with it, I want to know what that sad excuse for a guard captain has me doing. He wasn't exactly specific.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He smirked.* \n\n\"You're going to be arrested. You're then going to stage a prison riot to free the King of the Forsworn. Once he is out, he will then be put into the Jarl's Custody, and then executed with *That*.\"\n\n*He pointed at the Colossus. It wasn't original Dwemer make, maybe the frame. It was more reminiscent of Clockwork Factotums, but with a Bearded Dwemer Face.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He winces, \"No wonder he didn't tell me about the job. I would've turned him inside out. I might, next time i see that bastard.\" He sighs, \"Let's get this over with then. Do I at least get a change of clothes? I don't want those brutes doing anything to my clothing, expensive fabric and all that.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh but the clothes are the most important thing. You and Venasu aren't too different... War profiteering and such. You have an... Interesting record.\"\n\n\n*He moved to a table near the right forearm of the colossus. There was a folded set of commoners robes and some boots. He grabbed them, and handed them to Palomir.*\n\n\"Maybe not the Ambition of Venasu, though. She's a textbook Telvanni... Sans racism. Anyway, you can change upstairs, mind the little dragon frogs... They startle new visitors.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I'll keep my journal with me. I look forward to seeing one of the guards immolated when they try to read it.\" He says with a laugh, moving upstairs to change into more... Common clothing, after some time he returns, looking like a proper peasant, \"This outfit makes me want to hurl.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh but you're \"Connecting\" With the commoners...\"\n\n*Byleth was rather wealthy himself, but not flashy. Didn't want to lecture him on it, though.*\n\n\"Anything else before you go down there and cause a ruckus?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Any particular locations I should target to get arrested? I'm not used to committing such... Paltry crimes.\" He thinks, \"I assume somewhere connected to the Forsworn or Silver-Bloods?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Smash up the Inn. There's probably a redguard fellow down there that'll aid you if the guards get violent. But dont get too excited.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"And here I was hoping I could set a bank on fire.\" He says with a chuckle, \"The inn won't stand a chance. I'll just refuse to pay a tab and then threaten to exsanguinate the bartender.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Good... I expect it'll be good to hear about. Overshadowed by it's aftermath, though.\"\n\n*He motioned for him to leave with his metal arm. After it had been serviced, it seemed almost organic the way it moved.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Wish me luck, not that I need it.\" He says, making his way out of the tower and to the SIlver Blood Inn, \"This ought to be interesting.\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*Things were going well. The Colossus was assembled outside. It was taller than a giant... Maybe 40 or 50 feet. It was no Numidium, but It was damn close. Byleth was outsids on a bench... Admiring his work.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He cleans himself up and slips into his proper clothing, \"Messy business, that was, I left Madanach at the dropoff point as requested, he's unharmed, as well. I am going to return to my ship and take a long bath. You have fun with your garrish activities.\" He says wandering off"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "Shortly after Palomir leaves Regulus shows up, \"Just got word our wonderful king is locked up in the Bal House.\" He looks up at the Colossus, \"Gods that thing is big.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He was a bit lost in thought before snapping out of it.*\n\n\"Oh! Oh... I nearly forgot. Just... Thinking. Well... Now that thats done, thats the evidence to charge the Silver Bloods with treason... Then this city will be what it was meant to be. A beacon of Progress... Technology... And with our little friend here... I believe we'll do quite well for ourselves.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Yeah... Little.\" He says, \"I just hope the power vaccuum left by Madanach's death doesn't cause someone worse to take charge.\" He says, \"And how are we going to deal with the agents hidden around the city?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Madanach's interrogation will reveal their identities.\"\n\n*They would use illusion to pull the truth from him. They would be executed with him.*\n\n\"On the \"Power vacuum\", their insurgency will be completely destroyed, any holdouts that end up uniting will be dealt with swiftly. Now that they dont have their unkillable leader, and their corrupt nord benefactors... To put it lightly, it isn't looking too good for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I look forward to it.\" He says, \"And what of the Silver-Bloods?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Thonar, Thongvor, and Betrid will be executed for a long, long list of crimes. Their homes will be siezed and put on the market, the mine will become city property, and cleaned up a little. Made more *Livable*. Anyone who was conspiring with them... There'd be nothing left for them.\"\n\n*He thought.*\n\n\"Or maybe we make their extravagant homes public housing. It would be ironic...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'd recommend turning Cidhna Mine into an actual mine, a place where miners work, and construct a proper prison.\" He says, \"Less slave labor, more commerce.\" He laughs, \"You could even fashion some of those fancy dwemer robots to help the miners.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Paid workers would be more productive... And the Architons Calcelmo discovered would make good supplements for more difficult labour...\"\n\n*He looked across his little pond. A petal from one of the cherry blossoms fell on his head.*\n\n\"Unless you wanted to stick around up here... The executions are tomorrow.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm intrigued on how this robot is gonna execute them without a lot of... Mess.\" He says, \"Seems like a lot of splattering.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh, it will be.\"\n\n*He stood up, walking over to it. Around it were ladders, but it was free-standing. He pointed to the hands.*\n\n\"Heating coil, with a pressurized chamber in the arm containing dwemer oil. Sticks to things, and stays burning.\"\n\n*He pointed to the chest, at the empty \"Basket\".*\n\n\"Heartstones power it. It isn't cheap to operate, and by my calculations it would need a full replacement after 3 straight days of operation.\"\n\n*He stared into the pond at his own reflection.*\n\n\"It is Imperfect. The Imperfect. That is what Seht called his creations of this nature. They always improve, always adapt.\nIt contains an Animo Core, and as consequence, a soul gem. It can speak, as Sehts factotums do, and it can *Think*. It is fully subservient to me though.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"That was a lot of words and I only understood some of them. Can you repeat that in layman's terms, please?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Big robot think and learn, shoot flame, eat heartstone.\"\n\n*That was sarcastic.*\n\n\"I really dont have a simpler way to put it... Now I just look silly...\"\n\n*He thought again.*\n\n\"Damn it... Nothing. You dont need to know the details.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Good talk.\" He says with a laugh, \"I've got some associates coming in, they can help with guard duty while the city guard are in retraining.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Good... Good...\"\n\n*He reached for a bag next to a bench. It was filled with gold... 700 or so coins.*\n\n\"Jarl's first payment for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Not bad, not bad.\" He says, \"These aren't ordinary mercs, proper ad-venturers.\" He says adventurers weird, putting emphasis on the 'ad', \"Fancy themselves an explorer's guild, led by some oddball map maker. They'll be good boys and girls.\" He makes his way back to Understone Keep, possibly for a nap, or to speak with the Jarl, whichever comes first"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Don't say it like that... It's weird... Ugh!\"\n\n*For some reason it really bothered him.*\n\n\"Just get to the keep... In the morning... Brass will walk.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm sure I'll hear it before I see it.\" He says with a laugh as he walks away"
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*They arrived just outside his tower. Ths doors were open already. Nearby the pond, standing up tall next to the cherry blossom, was the Imperfect, the colossal pseudo-anumidium. It was inactive, but it had an overbearing, unnerving presence to it.*\n\n\"Oh just hold onto it for a moment.\"\n\n*He walked in and placed the Architon on what was essentially an operating table. Strewn about were various dwemer parts, and in the corner of the room... Some sort of cannon? The stained glass window shone light down onto the Architon in the shape of the Ghartok.*\n\n\"Set it next to it, I'll need to prepare a few things. Where did I put the caliper?\"\n\n*He sort of aimlessly looked across his cluttered desk until he found it.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "The place seemed serene and peaceful at first, but when Mirihil laid her eyes on the brass colossus, that serenity was somewhat broken. She wasn't sure how the Dwemer did it—living underground with stone and metal everywhere, nothing but artificial light to brighten it up... It seemed torturous. \n\nShe followed him into the tower, doing a slow spin as she walked to get a full view of the place. The aetherium's thrumming had turned to a pleasant tingling now, magicka dancing to and from it. She placed it where Byleth instructed her to, slightly sad and strangely cold at the loss of the gem's energy. \n\n\"Nice place,\" She said as she started to focus on the Architon. \"Did the jarl give it to you for your work? Or did you buy it yourself?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I've lived here for 200 years... Give or take. I had been a recluse until Jarl Dumac took the throne. Thats when i had the chance to work with Calcelmo on the Excavation. I was there when Ulfric massacred everyone who didn't take up arms. It's true what he did.\"\n\n*He took the calipers and gently opened panels on its torso. They clicked like a ratchet before locking open. There was a receptacle in the center of the torso. For a Dynamo core, and the Aetherium.*\n\n\"Most Dwemer constructs were simpler, but here in skyrim, Aetherium allowed them to create more advanced automatons. It leaves the Dynamo Core, and the Soul gem in that core, much more room to think instead of sapping their own power managing the steam.\"\n\n*He placed a spare core, and that piece of Aetherium, and the chest snapped shut. Various bits of it began to glow blue. It rose, its torso bending, but it did not speak.*\n\n\"Pick up that Caliper.\"\n\n*It was next to it. It grabbed it, knowing what it was. Byleth clapped, then shut it off.*\n\n\"I expected it to try and kill us, but it was a success!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil's eyes widened a bit when he revealed how long he'd been here, and did so even more once he revealed the truth about the Markarth incident. She was stunned into silence, watching as she worked while her mind spiralled. She held no love for Ulfric, or for anyone who sought to rule others, but the subject was so deeply contended she'd dismissed finding the truth of it as a hopeless endeavor. To learn he'd really killed civilians, probably even children...\n\nWhat would happen if he took power?\n\nWhat would happen if he invaded Solitude?\n\nNo, no. Surely it wouldn't come to that. \n\nHer mind desperately latched onto his brief lecture as an escape. The aetherium was a power source, a conduit; that much she felt when its energy surged through her as she held it, and now that she focused on it, she could even sense it as it was lying on the table. \n\nMirihil instinctively moved to follow the command when Byleth gave it, only realizing it wasn't meant for her when she was awkwardly mid-stride. She chuckled sheepishly to herself as she stepped back to where she had been. Watching the automaton function was nothing short of amazing. Still, Byleth's surprise at the fact that the construct hadn't tried to murder them was... Disconcerting.\n\n\"The aetherium's capabilities as a power source make sense in regards to allowing for a higher level of intelligence, but do you have any ideas why there's such a high concentration of it here in Skyrim? And how much of a connection do you think it has to other forms of Aetherial Fragments? Is it possible that a larger shard of it landed somewhere in the province in the Dawn or Merethic Era, and it somehow continued to grow after being buried by standard geological processes?\""
}
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{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Well... You win some, you lose some,\" She quipped as she inspected the Architon more closely, still wary of any sudden murder attempts. \n\nWhen silence settled over them, her mind couldn't help but return to what he'd said about Ulfric. Something—*Someone*—that horrific... The Empire was terrible too, but how could anyone support someone who would do that?\n\n\"About... About what you said about Ulfric,\" She began, looking over to Byleth as he peered out of his window. \"You think he'll do something similar if he takes the throne? Should I get my family and myself out of here before he has the chance?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Why do you think theres a pseudo-anumidium outside? Jarl Dumac doesn't support the Empire, nor the Stormcloaks. He's letting ulfric run his course until he's replaced, or steps too far. The former is more likely. Most stormcloaks are united in Independence, not subservience to him. Someone more fitting will come along.\"\n\n*He began to search the room for his Journal, to log the success. It was upstairs, so he went to his little sleeping loft. The Dragon Frogs in their terrarium were croaking.*\n\n\"The Jarl wants independence. To make the Reach a zone outside of law, where Magic and Technology can be studied without limit.\"\n\n*He began writing in a graph. The first checkmark on it, so there were many failures with these Architons beforehand.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil gave a small nod of agreement when Byleth mentioned the peusdo-anumidium. She surmised that the giant construct would be a pretty big to any invading forces, especially if it held any similar capabilities to the actual Numidium. His somewhat optimistic view gave her a small form of comfort. \n\n\"I'll keep that in mind. My parents and I live in Solitude, and they seem to be in denial of the fact that there's a very real chance that the place'll be a warzone soon. If that ever does happen, I might take them here. There's definitely worse places to live.\"\n\nOnce Byleth started searching for his journal, Mirihil moved a bit closer to the window to admire the view. \"So, you've got the Architon. Think you'll be able to reverse engineer it? Make more?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh yes, easily. That's how Sotha Sil created the factotums. Mixing in Refabricated ones with Original Dwemer ones would be no issue. Would allow us to specialize them as well.\"\n\n*Byleth came down. He showed her a schematic of a Factotum in his journal. He surprisingly had abysmal handwriting but it got the point across.*\n\n\"Regarding solitude... Battle will come there, and mitigating casualties will not be Ulfrics priorities.\"\n\n*He spoke sternly, coldly.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She eyed the schematic when he showed it to her, piecing together what she could from the handwriting and diagrams. She was definitely surprised; she'd think a centuries-old Clockwork Apostle would have better handwriting.\n\n\"I know,\" She sighed in reply, looking away from the diagrams and back to the window. \"I've tried convincing them, but they won't budge. They fled Summerset when the Thalmor took power and the Imperial City when the Great War started. They're tired of running.\"\n\nShe looked back to Byleth and said, \"You're confident that the pseudo-anumidium will be enough to deter Ulfric from invading Mar—sorry, Nchuand-Zel?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He would plainly be a moron to even attempt it. The Jarl has already declared his support for Independence anyway. You would need a Legion, with a division of Battlemages to come close to even defeating it. It's a deterrent first and foremost... Operating it is incredibly costly. It runs on Heartstones, a lot of them.\"\n\n*He moved back to the Architon. He would spend time fully disassembling it and then reassembling it until he understood it completely.*\n\n\"I'll be here for... Quite some time, so if you have any words for me... Speak them now. Otherwise, I'm not sure how long you want to stick around for this. It's rather boring to watch...\""
}
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{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She hated to even be talking about this, but she figured it was necessary. Chances were she'd see war soon, assuming she kept on wandering. Staying in Solitude was always an option in theory, but in reality, there were countless people she'd be able to help on the road. Refugees she could protect, monsters she could slay. There was nothing wrong with being selfish from time to time, but with the amount of good she could do, going back home and hiding just wasn't an option.\n\n\"I do have one last matter I was curious about, actually,\" She said after a moment of thinking. \"The Prophecy of the Dragonborn. Seems all its omens have been fulfilled. What do you make of it?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Seven trials,\nWhat he puts his hand to, that shall be done.\nWhat is left undone, that shall be done.\n\nFirst trial,\nOn a certain day to uncertain parents\nIncarnate moon and star reborn.\n\nSecond trial,\nNeither blight nor age can harm him.\nThe Curse-of-Flesh before him flies.\n\nThird trial,\nIn caverns dark Azura's eye sees\nAnd makes to shine the moon and star.\n\nFourth trial,\nA stranger's voice unites the Houses.\nThree Halls call him Hortator.\n\nFifth trial,\nA stranger's hand unites the Velothi.\nFour Tribes call him Nerevarine.\n\nSixth trial,\nHe honors blood of the tribe unmourned.\nHe eats their sin, and is reborn.\n\nSeventh trial,\nHis mercy frees the cursed false gods,\nBinds the broken, redeems the mad.\n\nOne Destiny,\nHe speaks the law for Veloth's people.\nHe speaks for their land, and names them great.\"\n\n*He knew that from memory. He could likely recite most dunmer scripture from his mind.*\n\n\"Some may deny prophecies. There's always truth to them.\"\n\n*A concise and simple statement.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "A shiver ran down Mirihil's spine as Byleth recited the prophecy. It was for the Nerevarine, of course.\n\nByleth was right. Prophecy always held power. That was... Worrying.\n\n\"That's all I've got then. Thanks,\" She said. \"Was a pleasure meeting you.\"\n\nWith that. She began to turn and walk out before suddenly stopping and turning, remembering something. \n\n\"Actually—I don't think I ever got your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Byleth Telvanni.\"\n\n*He said as he was unbolting some bolts from the Architons shoulder. They held in the Ball Joint of the shoulder.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Telvanni. Of course on top of everything, he came from one of the Great Houses. \n\n\"It was a pleasure,\" She said again before leaving him to his work."
}
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{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Well I'll be. That's a big centurion.\" He says, looking at the Imperfect in awe, \"How do you power it? Would take a lot of soul gems to keep that thing on.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Heartstones. It's why it isn't on. It's taken years to have it run properly. Heartstones are the most energy dense power source thats somewhat readily available. Aetherium is a potential source of power but we havent found enough of it to even consider that.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I'd be surprised if you found any Aetherium at all.\" He says, \"Nobody's been able to find a solid source of it, pretty sure the Dwemer mined most of it up, used it for gods know what, then killed eachother over it. Only place you could find it is Blackreach, and to my knowledge it's been sealed for eras.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"During the Second Era, the Gray Host occupied the caverns. The Aetherium we have found was within Architons... But the Arknthand Cavern... It's a potential treasure trove... Knowledge and Resources. I never visited here long during that time... I was there in Elsweyr for their little dragon crisis though.\""
}
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{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I remember hearing stories about the 2nd era, seems like it was a chaotic time.\" He says, \"Will need to find a way into Blackreach first. Preferably one with minimal animunculi.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It was. The 582nd year of the Second era was a Nightmare for everyone on Tamriel.\"\n\n*He turned back to his tower.*\n\n\"Most of what we've found in our excavation have been worn, broken Animunculi.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I've got a feeling the deeper in you'll go the more horrors you'll find.\" He says, \"Credit where credit is due the Dwemer built their stuff to last.\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I've been working on remedies. To cut the expenditure of life in the eventual Delve.\"\n\n*He walked and entered his tower, the door opening, greeted by the Watchling. There was an architon on the table, but the subject he was focused on was some sort of weapon on the table with it.*\n\n\"Gunpowder. It will give the common man means of defense, rivaling that of a master level destruction mage.\"\n\n*The weapon was some sort of rotary shotgun. A large, cumbersome brass frame with a wooden stock. Inside the frame was an enclosed cylinder, holding 5 brass shells.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I've been hearing about gunpowder.\" He says, \"Like a crossbow, but loud, and a lot more damaging. Mostly used for naval combat, right?\" He inspects it, but doesn't touch it"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes... Though there have been some handheld versions... Using Paper cartridges. Primitive but effective... Could punch through armor like it were cloth.\"\n\n*He picked it up, pumping the handle. Inside it, the sound of the cylinder rotating could be heard. On the right side was a panel that opened, and he used an extractor rod to remove the shell. It was brass.*\n\n\"This little thing... It could blow a man into pieces.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Can't imagine that thing is cheap to make or maintain.\" He says, \"Should reserve it just for the expedition.\" He chuckles, \"Would be devastating, though. I doubt anything made of flesh would look horrifying after getting hit by that.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It'll only be used by anyone coming with us who can't properly use magic. Gunpowder isn't cheap... And the methods the dwemer used for their Arquebus are still unknown. Perhaps pressure...\"\n\n*He was thinking. Another idea in his head...*\n\n\"Too expensive to be a widespread weapon. It will never surpass magic... But as something specialized... Perhaps a long range weapon should be next. We're still worrying about Ulfric... The Jarl declared neutrality, but Ulfric had a strange... Desire for this city.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"The Arquebus was a variant of the sphere, no? The ones that fired ball lightning?\" He asks, \"Likely something akin to old staff enchanting methods, I'd imagine.\"\n\n\"I doubt Ulfric would do anything so brash as to attack Markarth.\" He says, he was unaware of the name change, \"With it built into the mountain there's to many alternate escape routes, add that to the Dwemer architecture it makes the perfect defensive spot. Could easily mount some form of siege weapon on towers to defend, like ballista.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I know he wouldn't. If he was smart... But i feel his pride would get the best of him. Dumac wont swear Nchuand-Zel's fealty to the stormcloaks.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"He's proud but he's no fool.\" He says, \"If he does attack he'd likely look for an alternate way in. But I doubt any attack would be successful against that behemoth you're displaying proudly. At least not without serious siege weapons.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Intense frost is truly its only weakness. But they have no battlemages, the stormcloaks.\"\n\n*He contemplated for a moment.*\n\n\"How experienced are you with Factotums? How much work did you do on them?\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"They used similar mechanisms as the Apostles, so I've done quite a bit of work on them.\" He says, \"Would be glad to lend a hand, been quite some time since I've gotten to repair anything other than myself.\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"The primary work i did was in the Halls of Fabrication... The Architons... A very similar, if not exact parallel to the Factotums. I can device a mechanism for it to use a music box to speak, but i cant get a Leg shock out of all things.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Could fabricate one pretty easily.\" He says, \"A spring with a fairly good compression strength could do it.\" He thinks, \"Yeah I could make one, just need the right tools.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"You have to get it just right, otherwise the force from the spring will overwhelm the downward force. I have a few longer springs laying around. It wouldn't be *Perfect* To just cut one and pray it works... But it'd work well enough until the Forges can get proper molds for the right compression springs.\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I have the right gauge, but it's a bit too long.\"\n\n*He reached into his parts barrel and pulled out a long spring. Centurion grade, too long for an Architon. He placed it next to what was essentially a paper cutter for metal. It was a sharp wedge blade that came down like a guillotine.*\n\n\"I dont have the most steady hands, I'll let you do the honors, so it isnt too uneven.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I was asking how long it needs to be.\" He says, taking the spring over to the cutter, \"I can only cut it so many times before it's unusable. So getting the measurement right is of the utmost importance.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He moved to the architon and took his hand. He moved his fingers to where they were the right length, and locked them.*\n\n\"That long.\""
}
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{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I have a feeling Calcemo will take this as you trying to one up him.\" He says, looking the Architon up and down, \"It's no factotum, but still impressive, I will say.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He's always going to think of himself as lesser. To have put so much into his work just to be one-upped by a Dunmer who doesn't look a day over Thirty. I feel bad. His health is waning now.\"\n\n*He looked over the Architon.*\n\n\"Had the Dwemer been around longer, they would have had machine's beyond those in the Clockwork City.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"You'd think with how the Dominion acts every Altmer would have an Ego the size of Mundus,\" He says, \"I'm sure the Altmer has something impressive to offer.\"\n\n\"The Dwemer did construct Numidium. I do wonder how they would have exceeded that.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"We would likely all be subjugated slaves or barely recognizable experiments.\"\n\n*He turned away from his construct.*\n\n\"Calcelmo was one of the greatest dwemer researchers, though im sure he didn't account for clockwork apostles to come out of nowhere.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I doubt anyone could have predicted that.\" He says, \"Many had forgotten we even existed.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"And now we are making breakthroughs not seen since the second era.\"\n\n*He turned back to the construct. He turned a Dial and it powered on.*\n\n\"Stand and walk with us.\"\n\n*It rose from its table, its new leg working well.*\n\n\"It can follow commands... Even understand Context. But it's no more intelligent than a Goblin.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Underestimating the intelligence of a goblin.\" He says with a single heh, \"Impressive, I will say, making something so advanced with limited resources.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I was not underestimating them. I was saying that it cannot be trusted to act on its own. It needs guidance. Or it may be... Unpredictable.\"\n\n*He opened the tower doors.*\n\n\"Speech i could only replicate in the Imperfect. I do not wish to divulge how... But it is much more intelligent than my designs for repurposing these Architons.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Hope it doesn't end up like the Saints.\" He says, a bit sceptical, \"Doubt the city would be the only thing effected by a giant berserk automaton.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Lesser souls keep the black soul in check. It's experimental, but it stops that from happening. The Black Soul is the mouth, and little else. It commands the white souls to a degree.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Intriguing.\" He says, \"Well I'll stop asking questions for now. Been a while since I've been able to speak with a fellow Apostle.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"The Oversoul is what I've dubbed it. If successful, it could be used in other automatons.\"\n\n*He crossed his hands in front of himself like a schoolgirl.*\n\n\"But if thats it, then you're always welcome here. I do believe the Jarl is in, if you're interested in speaking with him.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Unless it's customary for passersby to talk to the Jarl I doubt that will be necessary.\" He says, \"I will definitely come back to see what developments you'll make in terms of the Oversoul.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Off you go then. I do appreciate you coming here though. I often find myself lonely, difficult to relate to others. Even Master Neloth...\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He nods, \"You have a good one, and stay safe.\" He says, \"I must return to my duties.\""
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*As ordered he did as Byleth said, not daring to question his orders*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He pulled a switch, or a chain, which would cause the ring of white soul gems to spin around the black soul gem.*\n\n\"Think about something you want that black soul gem to do. And tell me if it hurts. Or is tiring...\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard closes his eyes and tries to think of something. Nothing insane. Plausible he thought. He imagined the back soul gem enchanting his armour to increase his own pool of magic within him.*\n\n\"I don't feel nothing yet... Is that meant to happen?\"\n\n*He said still pondering with his eyes closed*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Probably because whatever you asked it to do it cant. Just... Move it. Will it to move. Even ever so slightly proves it works.\"\n\n*He would begin to feel tired.*"
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"Oh of course. Sorry, maybe I was to ambitious.\"\n\n*He tried to Will the soul gem to move in his mind but as he thought more he could feel fatigue slowly build in his body.*\n\n\"I'm starting to feel some fatigue.\""
}
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{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"I assume this project of yours was a success then?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes. It just needs fine tuning.\"\n\n*He walked over and removed the shackle.*\n\n\"Black soul gems are temperamental. Sotha Sil used them to store the souls of temple saints, but they went mad in their clockwork bodies. White souls can keep the black soul in check, but direct control is the best method.\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"I see... Is their an end goal to this endeavour if I may ask?\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Power is currently the biggest issue. It works. But i wouldn't trust it alone. Thats why this control project is so important.\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"So what's the next step now sir...\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Await the excavation. Aetherium is my next avenue of research. Theres not enough in the city's posession to risk wasting.\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard nodded* \n\n\"Understood. I look forward to the next experiment you forge. I can already tell I'll learn a lot from you sir. Of course if require another test subject feel free to call upon me.\"\n\n*Alabard began heading to the exit before stopping in his tracks.*\n\n\"I best be seeing to my mentor now but before I go can I ask you a question... About the Jarl?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow.*\n\n\"Yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"He is... Reachmen yes? I haven't been in this hold long but I thought there was some negative opinion of the Reachmen here considering their involvement with the Forsworn I've heard rumours off? If that's true where dose this Reachmen Jarl stand with the whole situation? He must be under some lure of threats from people who denounce his position as Jarl due to his racial background.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He denounces his own background. He changed his name from Dumaugh to Dumac. He changed the cities name from Markarth to Nchuand-Zel. I dont know the entire story... But he despised The forsworn. He had their leader Madanach executed by that Dwemer colossus that I constructed. He tried to negotiate, cede the north of the hold to them to keep as their lands, with their own traditions alive there. They denied. They paid for it.\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"Are the Forsworn still a threat?\""
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"As a coalition, no. There's always going to be violent reachman tribes. An unfortunate part of their culture. But some of the tribes that didn't join the forsworn have been looking to negotiate with Dumac.\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "*Alabard thought to himself for a bit and pondered more about Dumac.*\n\n\"Before I go I have one more question. How is it you found yourself in service to the Jarl if you don't mind me enquiring?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I've lived here for 100 years or so. It was just circumstance that Dumac became Jarl after the death of the only other Heir. We share interests.\""
},
{
"author": "Alabard Direnni",
"message": "\"I see... Thank you Byleth for you're indulging my curiosity. Again if you need something from me. Don't threat to ask.\"\n\n*Alabard would turn to leave*"
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*It had been a long day in Raven Rock. Within one of the town's ancestral tombs, that of House Redoran's members, there had been a few hours of festivities following the funeral of a renowned captain in the Redoran Guard, one Orendal Redoran. By this time, most of those in attendance had already partaken in drinks and food and games, and having paid their respects to the late warrior made their way out. Only a few stragglers remained, among them a lone Dunmer clad in thick chitin, holding the helm at his side and kneeling before an altar. On the altar there sat a sealed urn decorated with ornate patterns and engraved with the name of its occupant- Orendal Redoran- flanked by lit candles. Leaning against it was a small portrait of a distinguished looking Dunmer, with a stoic and experienced look to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Tharys continued to rest before the altar on one knee, with his head lowered and a mournful look on his face, his eyes closed shut. Quietly he muttered a few solemn words to the urn.*\n\n\"Father, forgive me...\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "A cloaked figure entered the tomb, despite his face being covered his armor easily gave away his identity. Metallic footsteps approaches behind Tharys, \"Orendal you old dog. They finally got you, huh.\" He says, placing a Steel Mace into the pile of ash behind the urn, as well as a bonemold helmet, \"Wish I could've been there.\" He mumbles, \"I will find the source of these attacks.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Tharys looked around to face the voice, and he smiled a bit. The sorrow wasn't completely gone, but it had been alleviated a bit, and he slowly rose to his feet.*\n\n\"It has been quite a long time since I've seen you, Galdres. Perhaps I learned a lot in my travels, but now I grow to regret my long absence. Had I known that day, nearly forty years ago, would have been the last I saw my father, I would not have left.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Perhaps you regret it now, but I assure you, your father would not want you to stray from this path. You'll find that you're all the better for it.\" He says with a smile, \"I just regret not exploring more of Tamriel in my youth. At least Solstheim still finds new ways to keep me busy.\" He straightens up, \"And my condolences for your loss.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Thank you, brother. It may be some time before I have come to terms with my father's passing, but last I heard, it was the ash spawn that claimed his life, those accursed things. By Boethiah, they will face retribution. At least my many years were not completely wasted- I learned much of battle from my time exploring.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Yes, I heard you left Morrowind to see what Tamriel had to offer. I'd be glad to hear what you learned.\" He says, \"Leave the Ash Spawn to me, Captain Veleth has proved to be a fine Captain in your father's stead, and I've been working with him to get to the bottom of the Ash Spawn problem.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Tharys held in his breath for a moment and sighed.*\n\n\"Very well, but know that I am eager to combat them. I remain loyal to Raven Rock, and should there be no luck, I will join the fight. At any rate, I learned so much in my many years of travel. I spent quite a bit of those... Thirty six, thirty seven years in Elsweyr far to the south. Much of the land was harsh jungle, but some was more arid deserts, a bit like home to be honest. Tell me, what do you know of it, and the native Khajiit?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Only a little. Nothing I know of them you don't know already, their forms depend on the moons they are born under, moon sugar is grown in plantations, and is necessary for their religion. They are members of the Dominion, likely because they are being misled by the Altmer.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Indeed. Of course, moon sugar is used in more than religious rites, it's quite a big part of their cuisine as well- it turns out that most Khajiit have a sweet tooth. Of course, their constant use of the substance lends them a natural tolerance, one that for a time I was unfortunate enough to not possess. But there is a deeper aspect to their culture that drove me there to begin with, that being what they call *Khrass-zha'ja,* The Claw-Dances. They are a form of martial arts and self-expression through physicality. Instead of merely reducing one's movement, they are based on reveling in that movement, that intense energy.\"\n\n*As he spoke, Tharys moved about the room, smiling and speaking with pride for the foreign cultures of which he knew so much.*\n\n\"The story goes that they were invented by several monks long ago in the Merethic Era. Their temple had been razed by tyrannical warlords, and in their exile they studied and turned their meditation into the power that is the Claw-Dances. It was with those techniques that they taught the peasantry to fight back, and they did not forget what they could do once the tyrants were gone. They still remain very important to their society, and within the first few months of my arrival in Senchal, I had been granted the honor of learning such traditions.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Sounds interesting, maybe I'll find the time to learn some day.\" He says with a smirk, \"But I'll need to see it to believe it. Maybe you can show me what you can do. Not now, though, in proper combat.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Of course. Then allow me a fight to partake in, and I will demonstrate what the *Vrin-Thak* Is capable of. Swords are a fine weapon, but I have learned that not many can rival one's own body. While I have mastered it throughout the years, it was nevertheless difficult at first. The Claw-Dances make great use of a Khajiit's claws, and I do not have such natural weapons. Thus, I had to adapt.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I'm sure concessions were made, the Ohmes lack claws, after all.\" He says, \"Perhaps another day you can display you Claw Dance.\" He continues, \"It'd be best to hold off on combat for now, don't want you getting reckless and suicidal.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Well, what would you suggest I do now? All that comes to thought for now is to prepare myself for the ash spawn and practice my skills.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Get some rest. Your journey was long and you are grieving.\" He says, \"The Redoran Guard are keeping the city secure, you needn't worry about anything but keeping yourself healthy.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Tharys only nodded before placing his chitin helm back on, turning away from Galdres, and beginning to walk off, muttering something under his helm that wasn't audible.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*By this time, those who lingered had already left or were following out with Tharys, leaving the ashes of the dead as Galdres' only company. Silence fell on the tomb once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He sighs to himself, leaving a flower and an onyx gemston in the ashes, \"Not cut out for fatherly duties. Yet here I am.\" He says to the ashes in front of him. He steps out and heads to his estate"
}
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"What a shithole.\"\n\n*Many people found raven rock quite interesting. Nereva didn't. She hated this place ever since she left. It just reminder her of the misery and hopelessness of her childhood. Slaving away drawing schematics for mining equipment. She stepped off the boat. She had illicited no Xenophobia from the residents. She was no outlander, they could tell even if they hadn't met her. She went to where her parent's lived. House wasn't theirs anymore, her parents weren't anywhere in sight. She didn't care. Always figured they'd disappear someday. She rented a room in the Retching Netch for a week or so. Should be enough time. Things seemed off though. Tavern wasn't as crowded as it should be. She sat downing Sujamma.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Do you have any Necrom Nights?\" He asks Geldris, \"C'mon Sadri, I know you're holding out on me.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Fine then, do you at least have Sweet Scamp? Thank you, sir.\" He says, placing a handful of septims on the counter, taking his glass of Sweet Scamp Mazte and sitting at a table, a myriad of papers and books scattered upon it, he drinks and mumbles"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She was sitting at a table just next to his. She was taking notes, writing in Daedric.*\n\n\"I take it you might be academically inclined.\"\n\n*She said without looking up. She'd already drank a whole jug of Sujamma, and she seemed perfectly fine. She could likely out-drink anyone in the room.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"You could say that.\" He says, \"A job like mine you end up doing a lot of research.\" He doesn't look up from his work, shuffling through different books and papers, writing on most of them"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Then I suppose you've kept track of... Occurances... Around here. New occurances. I lived here 50 years ago or so. I've heard word of strange dreams... I saw the \"Stone\" On the way in.\"\n\n*She paused, looking not at her notes, but sort of staring off into space at the floor.*\n\n\"The Arch Mage at the college told me to find Galdres.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's my job. Pays alright, and gives me something to do.\" He says, \"Yeah... The All-Maker Stones, been here since the Skaal, maybe longer, something's messing with them.\" He looks toward her when she says his name, \"That'd be me. You've met Jo'Del, then, he comes here every once in a while, mostly for alchemy ingredients, and other such things.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Ooooooooooh.\"\n\n*She said aloud.*\n\n\"Yes, I'm the Thaumaturgy Wizard at the college. My research brought me here... I have theories about these occurences... A tribunal cult, or a dragon priest. I'd just like to investigate and see what I can find.\""
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"More eyes on this could help. What are your theories?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"My research often brings me back to the Tribunal. There is most certainly a cult on this island. I received a pristine copy of the Full 36 lessons from this island. The shipping manifest also included a mask. One of a Clockwork God.\"\n\n*She paused, took 3 gulps, and continued.*\n\n\"Perhaps it's Vaermina, a cult was here if you want to believe an ex Vigilant i met. But the most likely answer is the Dragon Priest. You've read the Guardian and the Traitor, right? Say's he'll come back. I just have a hunch thats the most likely outcome... But all are plausible.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I doubt it's any Tribunal cult, this isn't their usual MO. And I doubt it's Dagoth, either, nobody's noticed any odd dreams, save for the trances that are plaguing a solid chunk of the population, Oblivion it's even got Neloth's attention.\" He pauses and thinks for a moment, \"I did some investigating, but it's like I've hit a mental brick wall. I know I came across something big, but as soon as I came back it just... Vanished from my mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Have you investigated the ruins of the old temple? I remember it always being so odd.\"\n\n*She hadn't been affected by any sort of strangeness on the island yet. She recalled things clearly. Even then, she was very strong willed.*\n\n\"Worth a look maybe.\"\n\n*But was it worth looking at with a spear-toting alcoholic? There's no way to know if she could be trusted.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"The... Temple...\" He thinks for a moment, then shuffles some of the papers, finding one with hastily scribbled text on it, \"The Temple, the Temple, the Temple...\" He repeats to himself, reading the paper, \"Yes, yes...\" He slams his hand onto the table, \"Miraak, Miraak, Miraak,\" He repeats to himself, like he's trying to commit the name to memory, \"Miraak the Traitor, Miraak the Dragon Priest, Miraak...\" He stands up, \"Going to the Temple now would be foolish, we don't know what's going on there, what forces he have, or even the full extent of his abilities. We should prepare first, specifically, we should try to counteract the memory effects... How are you at enchanting?\""
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Nereva is the alcoholic"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Rubbish, I never really dabbled with it. I'm not even entirely sure what we could do about any sort of memory loss. Perhaps my new arrival is enough to keep me safe from it... For a time anyway. I fear we might be getting in over our heads anyway...\"\n\n*She thought for a moment.*\n\n\"Just write down everything important. Paper does not forget.\"\n\n*She wrote the word in plain Cyrodiilic, with rough, insane looking handwriting. Miraak.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"We should find someone who specialises in it, get some amulets made up, enchanted with magic negation. You won't be able to use any armor spells on yourself, but if my theory is correct it should protect us from the mental effects, assuming they're magic based.\" He says, \"For now we'll have to keep everything in writing, and hope there isn't something that can mess with paper and writing.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"If anywhere would have what we're looking for, it's Tel Mithryn. It's just asking ourselves if we want to speak with a Telvanni Master.\"\n\n*She did not. She stood up, grabbing the remaining jug of Sujamma.*\n\n\"There's enough time in the day left to get there, right? Unless you have other ideas.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I travel better at night, if Neloth doesn't have what we need we may have to resort to going back to the College.\" He stretches, \"We can go on foot or travel in some other way.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It's not a very... Niche, enchantment. Maybe we can find something in town? East Empire company is here for Jiub's sake.\"\n\n*She stared at him. His preference for traveling at night... She singled him out right away. The eyes didn't help either. But she didn't care. If anything she'd make a joke about it later.*\n\n\"Let's look around town... Then make way for Tel Mithryn at night.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He laughs pretty hard, \"The East Empire Company hasn't been here since the Blight. Bled the city dry and then left us to pick up the pieces.\" He says, \"Well let's get on with it then.\" He says, making his way towards the door"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Maybe my memory is going foggy.\"\n\n*She said, half joking. She walked behind him. Being home still made her uncomfortable. If felt the same... But she didnt recognize anyone.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"There's not a lot of people here who would sell magic trinkets, the only person who could would be Fethis, he sells plenty of odds and ends. An anti-magic amulet would be odd, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I suppose in the normal, outside world, yes. Worth a try, I don't particularly want to visit Neloth. Any Telvanni for that matter... I only ever met one i could tolerate.\"\n\n*There was clear discomfort on her face as she looked around, she didn't like being here.*\n\n\"Far too many memories here.\""
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He chuckles, \"We could always go back to your College.\" He says, approaching Fethis' stand"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Really going to one line me like that"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I suppose the term would be culture shock... I've lived in skyrim for 50 years, to have all of this put on me is rather jarring.\"\n\n*She stared towards the mine.*\n\n\"I dont have any nostalgia for drawing pulley diagrams in that mine...\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"That was long before I came here. The mine has long since dried up, or so we think. Crescius Caerellius is obsessed with it, though. Seems to think there's something down there, I haven't had time to investigate that, though.\" He says. Now that he's at Fethis' stand he realizes its completely vacant, \"He's usually out by now...\" He places his hand on his forehead, \"That damned Stone.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It got him I suppose?\"\n\n*She frowned. Dammit.*\n\n\"I suppose there's no time to waste then..\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's due east, not far, only completely across the island.\" He says with a chuckle, \"If anyone's protected from Miraak's influence it'd be him.\" He begins walking, \"Keep an eye out for Ash Spawn, they're everywhere now, they like to besiege the city. Thankfully the Redoran Guard and wall are keeping us safe, for now.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Ash Spawn? I've heard of them... I have a few Heartstones I've been looking at... Haven't been summoning little ash demons with them... Where are they coming from?\"\n\n*She followed. She would prefer to be out of the city.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"We aren't fully certain, they're coming from the east, though.\" They're at the city gate by now, \"Southeast of here is Tel Mithryn, we'll pass by an old farm, then Fort Frostmouth, a holdover from the Empire's time here. We might pass by Revus Sarvani, and his Silt Strider, Dusty.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Silt Strider? I thought they were supposed to have died out. I know the whole story about what happened here during Imperial times... With the Nerevarine. Its where i got my very creative name from.\"\n\n*She hadn't introduced herself at all yet. They had just left the gates... They could see that farm. There was some sort of movement in the rubble of the farmhouse.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Indeed, most of them died out, Revus is better at telling Dusty's story, though.\" He sighs, \"Ah, you must be Nereva Teiilyn. Hard to forget such a namesake.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"How do you know that?\"\n\n*And why wasn't he saying the full name? He shouldn't know she drops the redoran. She kept her eyes fixed on the farm.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Old East Empire manifests, as well as that Arch-Mage of yours.\" He says. They're getting closer to the farm, inside is a man wearing Bonemold armor, as well as an imperial man. Galdres looks perturbed"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Hrmmmm...\"\n\n*This noise that emanated from her mouth was both regarding what he said about her and the people in the building.*\n\n\"That armor... It's what the guards wear... What's happening in there?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I don't know, but I don't like it. I'm going to eavesdrop,\" He says, He casts 2 spells in quick succession, Cloak and Muffle, and then sneaks over toward the building, he's well blended with his surroundings, and can't be heard, he starts listening to their conversation"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She stayed back, pulling three throwing daggers from her belt. If she got close enough, and things went bad, she could teleport strike with the spear. Otherwise she would keep out her daggers. She was hiding behind a sort of ash dune, peeking over, watching.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Yes, I have it. I hid it in the cellar just like you asked, now where's my payment.\"\n\n\"You'll be payed once I have it in my hands.\"\n\n\"That wasn't the deal. Do you know what could've happened if I got caught? It's heresy, they'd see me killed, tortured to find out where I got it.\"\n\n\"I don't recall asking. Now let me see it.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "*What in Oblivion are they talking about* He thinks to himself, hand on the handle of his sword"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "They go back and forth arguing, until the Imperial relents and gives the Guard a sack of coin, the Guard hands over a key and then starts moving back to Raven Rock"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "*Shit, he's getting away*, but just before he can react"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A firebolt flies, striking the Guard in the chest, the sounds of something rising from the ash can be heard behind Nereva. 3 Ash Spawn come from the ground in front of the old farmhouse"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "*SHIT* He thinks, throwing a Chakram at the ash spawn that attacked the guard"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There are 6 Ash Spawn, 2 behind Nereva, 3 in front of the Farmhouse, and 1 west of it, attacking the Guard. The Imperial is hiding in the cellar"
}
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She reacted quickly. She threw her knives at the ones closest to her, at their heartstone core. Two of them hit pretty much dead on, the third knife was flying behind them, and had its trajectory changed midair with telekinesis to hit the one on the right in the back. She drew her spear, ready to face them if they didn't go down. Reminded her of the day she first learned telekinesis. The day the An-Xileel came.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Spawn that was hit with 2 knives stumbles forward, and swings its \"Sword\" At Nereva, the other begins firing firebolts. \n\nThe Chakram hits the ash spawn, slicing across the chest of the ash spawn, it stumbles back, and starts targetting Galdres, although it's not *Really* Able to spot him\n\nThe 3 who rose in front of the farmhouse start slamming on the trapdoor"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He draws his sword, and uses a quick cast of telekinesis to bring his chakram back, then throws it back at the Ash spawn as he makes his way forward"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She was able to block the sword hit with her spear narrowly. She took a hit from a firebolt on her armored overcoat. She targeted the weakened one, charging at it. About halfway, she raised a rock to step on to gain airtime, and struck down on it, piercing its core with her spear. The two knives fell out, and she cast them towards the other one to hold it off for a moment.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Ash Spawn burns white hot for a moment, before crumbling into a pile of ash. The knives strike the other Ash Spawn, but it stands unwavering, it fires more firebolts at Nereva, a series of 3 bolts fly towards her\n\nThe Chakram his the Ash Spawn, and the Guard strikes it with his axe, it crumbles."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He turns his attention to the Spawn attempting to breach the cellar, he casts a spell, calling forth a a comet of ice on the Ash Spawn, it crashes into the ground, destroying the cellar door and freezing the Ash Spawn in place, althought they don't stay frozen for long, but now he has their attention"
}
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She quickly puts up a ward with her left hand. She couldn't block the first one, it hit her dead in the chest, it hurt but wasn't too damaging. With the opening she had after it cast it's spells, she hit it in the leg with the back of her spear, before slashing at its neck with the tip of her spear.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Ash Spawn dies, crumbling to a pile of hot ash\n\nNoticing the Commotion a few members of the Redoran Guard arrive, led by Captain Veleth. \n\n\"Damn Ash Spawn.\" He says. The Guard who was talking to the Imperial attempts to blend into the crowd"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "With the help of a few of the guard he's able to dispatch the last of the Spawn, it's especially easy since they got struck by an explosion of frost, \"Thanks for the help, men.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She approaches, gripping her spear just beneath the head and holding it behind her back.*\n\n\"Its done then?\"\n\n*She telekinetically brings the knives towards her, and places them in their respective belt pockets.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I was about to come out here to investigate the Ash Spawn, they're attacks are unrelenting.\" Captain Veleth says, \"If you find anything let me know.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It seems it is. Now to investigate this matter further.\" He says, looking at Captain Veleth, \"One of your men was out here acting suspiciously, speaking to an outlander, he made quite the sum of money to sell the key to this cellar.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "In one of the piles of ash there's a sealed letter"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Hrm? Oh, theres a letter.\"\n\n*She took her spear and fished it out of the pile, tossing it in the air and catching it, she opened it, ready to read it aloud.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The letter reads\n\n```\n\nRaven Rock Stronghold,\n\nMy calls for the unconditional surrender of your forces and an immediate cessation of all hostilities has been ignored numerous times. I therefore have no choice but to assume your purpose on Solstheim is hostile, and to treat Raven Rock Stronghold as an enemy of the Empire. I warn you, any attempt to breach Fort Frostmoth will be met with an equal level of aggression. I will do everything in my power to wipe you and your forces off the face of Tamriel. There will be no further communications between us.\n\n\nGeneral Falx Carius\nGarrison Commander, Fort Frostmoth```"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Falx Carius? I read about him... In the stories of the old Bloodmoon Prophecy. But he's dead. Should be. Odd. Would one of you guards like it?\"\n\n*She held it out, directing her attention to the cellar door.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Carius was the Imperial garrison commander at Fort Frostmoth, but he died over 200 years ago when the Red Mountain leveled the place. There's no way he could still be alive.\" Captain Veleth says, taking the letter"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I've heard of stranger things.\" He says with a chuckle, \"We've got our hands full right now, we can't investigate Frostmouth just yet. There's one thing we need to check before we continue, though.\" He looks at Nereva, \"Is the Outlander still in there?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I didn't see him leave. Is it still locked?\"\n\n*She approached the door, knocking on it with the dull end of her spear.*\n\n\"Maybe he'll just let us in. Maybe\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The door crumbles as she knocks on it"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Well then, I suppose that was my doing.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Stay away!\" A voice calls from inside the cellar"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Or else? I doubt you've got much to hurt us, s'wit. What are you up to down there, dealing with a city guard in an abandoned building?\"\n\n*She sounded more authoritative. Normally she was very monotone. She was ready to fight again, but wished to avoid it. She hated killing people. She wouldn't do it if it came down to it, unless her life was on the line.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Guard who was a part of the deal is getting nervous, he tries to dart but one of the other guards grabs him"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"They already caught your associate, so fess up before things get ugly.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Okay fine, fine!\" He walks over to the cellar door and climbs out, when he exits he has his hands up."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Guards, arrest him, I suspect he's attempting to smuggle contraband, and whatever it was it had the dirty guard worried about heresy.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Heresy? What did he have?\"\n\n*She immediately became interested. Anything related to the Tribunal would help her research.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"That's what intend to find out.\" He looks at the guards, \"This is officially a Temple matter. Your services are no longer needed.\" His tone is one of authority, and the guard clearly respect his words. He jumps into the cellar"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Cold, somewhat damp, the light of a single lantern's glow illuminates the cellar, the walls are cobblestone, dust and ash float in the air, the furniture in the cellar is toppled around, a bookshelf lies on its side, there are 2 barrels in the corner and a crate across from them"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She follows. She had to know what it was. She looked around, holding a fire spell in her hand to cast some more light. She seemed to use her spear like a walking stick when not in combat with it.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He walks towards the crate, \"If it's anywhere it's gonna be in here. If I were a betting man I'd say the crate was already here, and the guard resealed the crate after placing the item.\" He takes his dagger and uses it to pry the crate open"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She watched, tentatively. Her face was usually hard to read, but there was a clear look of intrigue. She usually just looks depressingly bored.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The cover of the crate pops off, the wood and nails creaking loudly. The box looks to full of hay, save for 2 items. An ornate gold box, and a mask made of dark metal, it's bisected by a line, that splits off, crossing the eyes. The expression on the mask is odd, and hard to discern what emotion it shows. The figure the mask is of is clearly dunmer. Although both Galdres and Nereva would know who the mask is of"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Is that... The Mask of Vivec?\" He asks aloud, \"How did they get it, how did they find it, and why would an Outlander want it?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She kept silent, though her expression clearly showed a mix of excitement, joy, and terror. She finally mustered up the courage to speak.*\n\n\"I think it would be best if it came with me to the college. It's too important to stay here and get destroyed.\"\n\n*She wanted it, no, needed it.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "His expression was puzzled, and clearly conflicted, he sighs, she had a point\n\n\"Fine, but you should refrain from wearing it or showing it off in Raven Rock, I'd likely have to kill you where you stand if you did. And neither of us want that.\" He picks up the gold box, opening it, \"A Stone of Barenziah... I remember hearing the Crown was stolen... I suppose I should keep this, if the Crown is ever found having the stones would be useful.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*Grabbing the mask carefully, she placed it in her satchel. She would not show it until she was off the island.*\n\n\"How can you tell it was from her crown just from a glance? It was very... Regal, but any stone could look like that.\"\n\n*She was genuinely inquiring. To her, it was just a gemstone, but a nice one.*"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He opens the box again, it begins levitating, \"Well for one thing,\" He says gesturing to it levitating, \"The stones themselves are fairly unique, they're reddish pink, and, as you can see, levitate, I'm not sure why they levitate, but they do.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"They just do? Hm. Perhaps it is the will of Tiber Septim... After well... You know.\"\n\n*She was hinting at a little known part of The Real Barenziah.*\n\n\"I suppose there isn't much point in sticking around. Off to Tel Mithryn then?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Indeed, let's get a move on.\" He says, climbing out of the cellar, reaching a hand down to help Nereva out"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She followed him out. She had taken a liking to Galdres. Very no nonsense, focused on what he does. She admired that.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"We should start moving Southeast, that'll be a direct shot there, once we have to cross a river we'll practically be there.\" He says, leaving the farmhouse"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She looked around, frowning. She could see the old fort, she was wondering what it used to look like, before the Red Year. She put her spear back on her back and walked with him.*\n\n\"Sometimes I wonder what things used to look like... Before all the ash. When I see ruins, I cant help but wonder what it used to look like. Its almost overwhelming.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It must have been beautiful. The Northern end of Solstheim has less ash, but more snow. The Skaal village is up there, I've visited them before, they're quite hospitable, unlike the Reiklings.\" He says, \"Sometimes Solstheim really feels like a mix between Skyrim and Morrowind.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I wonder why.\"\n\n*That one was sarcastic. Obviously it would feel like a mix of the two.*\n\n\"I heard that there were forests on the southern end... Where we are. I remember when i was young seeing the spriggans... Burnt, guarding something that no longer existed. It's rubs me the wrong way to think about...\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Indeed, the eruption affected just about everything here and back home. It was pure devastation. I doubt even now Morrowind has truly recovered from the disasterous Red Year.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I met a member of House Telvanni who saw it happen. He wont even look at the mountain anymore. He lives in Skyrim now. It devastated him... I would almost feel bad if he hadn't called an argonian a farm tool 15 minutes before.\"\n\n*She changed the subject to Racism. As any good conversation goes.*\n\n\"I was here when the An-Xileel invaded, they almost killed me... But i harbor no hatred for them... Why?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I harbor no hatred either, and I was on the front lines during the invasion.\" He says, \"I can't really fault them for the invasion. The Telvanni and Dres spent a lot of time enslaving their people.\" He says, \"And although Mournhold was the seat of Indoril, they don't really care for the finer details of our politics, to them we all participate in the crime. Whether outright or just through complacency.\" He says, it's clear he's had similar conversations on this"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It pains me that we can't get along, even if complacent.\"\n\n*They were passing the fort. The Mushroom tower was just barely visible in the distance.*\n\n\"Though nobody on this continent can really get along, can we? Its a miracle any sort of alliances happen at all. Like the Ebonheart Pact, or Daggerfall Covenant... All historical enemies... Fighting on the same sides. Makes you wonder if there could be some sort of peace or prosperity. Wishful thinking on my part.\"\n\n*She seemed rather nihilistic. It made sense for her to be.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It takes extraordinary circumstance, I suppose. But if the Ebonheart Pact happened once, it can happen again.\" He chuckles, \"I think if anyone can cause it it'll be the Thalmor, they have a habit of making historical enemies unite. They managed to get Hammerfell's Crowns and Forebears to actually work together for once\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"United in Hatred, maybe.\"\n\n*She frowned. She didn't enjoy these... Ashlands. When she imagined Vvardenfell... Morrowind... She imagined the southern swamps, the mushroom forests. This was just home. To some there was beauty in it. To her, it was a wasteland.*\n\n\"What's your story, anyway? There's something off about you, other than the... Well, being a Vampire. Easy to tell by the eyes.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Not much to say, I was a Buoyant Armiger, and I try to keep the tradition alive.\" He says, \"I even still write the poetry, although I keep it under lock and key.\" He laughs"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I knew a few Ordinators back in the day. A pompous bunch, too serious for my taste.\" He says, \"Needed to lighten up, in my opinion.\" He laughs, \"We're almost there, you can see the massive mushrooms from here.\" He says with a chuckles, \"Very gaudy, typical Telvanni.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I think there's something... Peaceful about them almost. The mushrooms. Some might find them Gaudy but... Its as though you're living within Nature.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Nothing feels more natural than a massive mushroom.\" He says, \"Whole area smells like fungus.\" He says with a slight disgusted tone, you can hear the river moving, the silt strider calls are quite loud, they can see it across the river"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"That's it then? I had always imagined them to be bigger... It's almost cute.\"\n\n*She was staring at it just standing there.*\n\n\"It just... Stays, then?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"She's not fit for travel according to Revus, so she just stays there.\" He says, \"It's quite sad, really. I miss riding on silt striders.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Is it not... Cruel, what they do to control them? Stirring their brains about like soup...\"\n\n*She shuddered thinking about it.*\n\n\"Maybe she should have a little pen to walk about in.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's no worse than whipping horses. Not our fault they evolved to have exposed organs that allow us to control them.\" He says with a chuckle, \"He can't get her to move from that spot, Revus has tried, she just won't move.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It's just saddening to see them in such a state.\"\n\n*They were crossing the river. She telekinetically aligned a few rocks to step on as to not get her boots wet.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He uses a frost spell to freeze the water as he walks, not wanting to get his boots wet as well, he lifts a cloth to cover his nose, \"Let's make this quick, this place reeks.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I... Don't quite smell anything. Come to think of it... No that's ridiculous...\"\n\n*She had forgotten if she could smell or not. She could, it was just a very weak sense of smell. Ascending the riverbank, they approached the tower.*\n\n\"You should take the lead... He would kidnap me... Probably...\"\n\n*She was referencing stories she had heard about him. She was a Redoran, after all...*"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"You know I'm also of House Redoran, right?\" He says with a laugh, \"So do I just knock... Or?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The door opens, and Neloth is there, he sighs, \"What do you want? I was about to leave.\" He says in a very annoyed tone, \"And make it quick.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He's shockingly taken a back and stammers a bit, \"We uh...\" He coughs, it was weird being actually shocked at something, a feeling he was not used to, \"We need amulets, and you're the only person on Solstheim we think would have them, or be able to make them.\" Flattery, it's the way to a man's heart or something like that"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"We had a few Magisters to pick from, but you were the most convienient.\"\n\n *Monotonous and sarcastic.*\n\n\"We're investigating the Stones... I was sent by the Arch Mage at the College.\"\n\n*She wasn't, but it was a good reference.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Oh, you're with that *Cat*.\" He says, a tinge of disdain in his voice, \"Let me guess, you want magic negating amulets, but you don't want to turn around and go back to your College?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'm not sure the captain of the ship I came in on would be too keen on returning to a wonderful city like Windhelm so soon.\"\n\n*She thought for a moment.*\n\n\"It would be beneficial for the three of us, I'm sure you're getting tired of apprentices disappearing in the night to go bang rocks together.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I doubt the captain even wanted to come here. Not much money in it, and with the odd occurences...\" His voice trails off"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"You make a good point. Return them when you're done, and I expect payment.\" He says, he turns around and goes back into the mushroom for a time, coming out with 2 Silver amulets set with onyx gems. \"Here they are.\" He says, \"As payment I expect that you tell me about anything you find.\""
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"You act like I haven't met any Telvanni before.\" He says with a chuckle, \"But there's a reason there's a stereotype around them.\" He puts the amulet on, \"Hopefully this will guard us from the memory effects. Now to that Temple.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Hopefully.\"\n\n*She began walking. It wasn't too far from here.*\n\n\"I'm dreading that this ends up being a bigger issue than we're ready to deal with...\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Judging by how things have been going.\" He smirks, \"It will be.\" He looks up at the rocky terrain ahead, \"Odd location to put a Temple.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Have you seen some of those old Nordic ruins? Labrynthian? Some of them are almost hidden... Ancient nords just seemed to like doing this.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Never been to Skyrim. I don't plan on it unless I need to.\" He says, \"It's too damn cold for my taste. I can barely stand the cold in Solstheim.\" He chuckles, \"It's nothing like Morrowind.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"It is too cold... But there's a beauty in seeing colors other than gray and red.\"\n\n*She looked out towards the West. Back to her... Home. She wouldn't admit that.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"The Grazelands were quite beautiful.\" He says, \"I haven't been back to Vvardenfell since the Red Year, though, I hope they're as beautiful as they were before.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Doubt it...\"\n\n*They were approaching the temple. The sounds of tools hitting stone filled their ears.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The sounds of dozens of people chanting, hammer and chisel carving stone, truly monotonous sound. If anywhere was the right place it would be here."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"*Nchow*....\" He mutters to himself, \"Well, beyond the chanting and carving, I'm not seeing much from here. We should take a closer look.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"What are they saying? Hrmm.\"\n\n*She walked closer to the center of the structure, beneath the area over the Stone. She didn't get close. She merely stared. It was enthralling. She looked back.*\n\n\"Something just... It doesn't feel right at all.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"*Here in his shrine, that they have forgotten. Here do we toil, that we might remember. By night we reclaim, what by day was stolen. Far from ourselves, he grows ever near to us. Our eyes once were blinded, now through him do we see. Our hands once were idle, now through them does he speak. And when the world shall listen, and when the world shall see, and when the world remembers, that world will cease to be.*\" The mantra repeated, over and over, as the mind-slaves work, moving stone and chiselling it"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I don't recognise what they're saying, it's not from any book or poem I've read.\" He begins walking around, inspecting the Tree Stone in the center of the structure, then examining the ground, the people, basically anything he could see"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "WHERE IS FREA!!!!!!!"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"*Forgotten*, maybe this is that... Betrayer, that you spoke of.\"\n\n*She pointed at a few of the workers.*\n\n\"Look at them, they're nords from the local tribe... The Skaal, correct? It's been a while. Alcohol doesn't help.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Indeed they are. These aren't the only Skaal who are enthralled by the All-Maker Stones, a good friend of mine, Baldor Iron-Shaper, is under the effect of one, the Wind Stone, I believe.\" He sighs, \"I would laugh at the irony of the Skaal being enthralled by the All-Maker Stones, but... I can't help but feel sad for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"This wouldn't be the work of their all-maker. A benevolent entity wouldn't do this. Is this really it though? Nothing else here.\"\n\n*She expected more, but all there was were ruins.*\n\n\"The only thing i can think of would be to destroy them... But that seems like a poor idea.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I doubt they'll reveal any secrets. If there's a group behind this they'll be watching us closely, and likely won't show themselves unless they need to. For now I think we should leave and write down what we've learned. I'll speak with Councillor Morvayne about what we found, and then keep an eye on things and wait for them to make their next move.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Well then. I'll get some more research done at the college. Any other mysteries plaguing this *Wonderful* Place?\"\n\n*She was getting tired of the ash, the gloom, everything. She adjusted her glasses and looked over towards Raven Rock.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"The ashspawn are annoying. But unless you really want to talk to Neloth, I'll work on that issue.\" He says, with a chuckle, it'll be a long journey back, so he starts moving, not exactly looking to stick around the Temple much longer, it made him feel uneasy, like he was being watched from something not of their Plane"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I do NOT want to talk to Neloth.\"\n\n*She followed him. She could've made it back alone. But it brought back bad memories. She didn't enjoy being reminded of her first and only Kill.*\n\n\"They seemed concentrated just outside of Raven Rock. That Fort there... The one the Nerevarine first arrived here from, something felt off about it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"From what I've learned they're coming from two locations. Fort Frostmouth and Highpoint Tower.\" He says, \"And they've been attacking two locations. The ones from Frostmouth have been attackin Raven Rock, and the ones from Highpoint have been attacking Tel Mithryn. And as much as I don't like Neloth, he's more usefull alive than he is dead.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Are they anything but a mere annoyance? Both you and Neloth seem to handle them fine enough. They weren't an issue when i lived here.\"\n\n*She didn't want to take the same road they took there. She sort of Veered them on a path further north. It would unknowingly take them past a little cave just north of the City soon.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"They weren't nearly as common back then. Nowadays you can't leave the towns without running into packs of them. It's like they're organized now.\" He says, his voice a bit weary but still confident"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I doubt they're related to the other occurrences. Odd that so much is happening here, you would think it's like the Island is expecting someone.\"\n\n*She adjusted her glasses.*\n\n\"It would be counterintuitive to have Ash Spawn killing your unwilling mind-slaves.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"They likely aren't, just bad timing on both parts.\" He sighs, \"Still wouldn't mind one of the events stopping, so we can better handle the other.\" He kicks a rock out of his way, \"I can't help but wonder if Neloth has anything to do with it. I remember hearing that he was experimenting with the Heartstones that came from Red Mountain.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I have a few back at the College, they can raise the dead... In a way. Animates them at least, I tested on a Draugr in the Midden.\"\n\n*Assuming they were uninterrupted, that cave would soon come into view.*\n\n\"I don't recall that ever being there, that cave.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I've passed by it a few times. Never gone in, haven't cared to.\" He says, \"Are you keen on spelunking or something? Do you enjoy travelling with me so much that you're looking for reasons to continue?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She laughed.*\n\n\"No, don't flatter yourself too easily.\"\n\n*She approached. There was a carving on a rock near the cave. Ayem, Seht, Vehk.*\n\n\"If rumor is to be believed, we just found a Tribunal Cult. Look at this carving. Subtle enough to be unnoticed unless you had seen those three letters a thousand times like I have.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Well.\" He says, \"It seems you're right.\" He places his hand on the pommel of his blade, \"Want to pay the heretics a visit?\" A smirk on his face, \"They better hope there are no worshippers of Almalexia in there. I've got a bit of a grudge.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I don't see a reason not to. I don't have any particular religious leanings... But I wouldn't mind seeing what they've got in there.\"\n\n*She entered the cave, crouching down. Inside was a puzzle room.*\n\n\"Is this a Joke?\"\n\n*The password is obviously Ayem, Seht, Vehk. She turned the totems and the door opened.*\n\n\"Lead the way.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He moves forward, unsheathing his sword. His eyes track the walls as he moves, ready for one of the heretical cultists to make a wrong move and try to get in his way"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Do you mean me cover the npc combat? I can do it as long as you're still here actually roleplaying"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*The two Ordinators guarding the door readied themselves, ebony maces in hand. Both Galdres and Nereva had time to think before getting to them. Nereva threw a knife at the one on the right, hitting him in the Thigh. The one on the left was ascending the pass up towards them.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Mere imitations.\" He says, entering a fencer-like stance with his blade, \"Make your move, prove to me you deserve to wear the armor of an Ordinator\" He throws a chakram at the Ordinator on the left, hitting him in the stomach"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*The chakram would weave itself between the plates on his stomach, cutting him a bit. He was in range to attack. He over telegraphed a right swing and instead went for an overhead smash. Nereva was descending behind on a series of rocks she was levitating. She jumped down on the one on the right, her spear going through his neck down and out through his side. Though she may have overdone it, she was struggling to get it out of him.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He parries, \"Your sword play is shoddy.\" He says, punishing the strike with a stab in the side with his dagger. After pulling his dagger out he kicks the false ordinator, he then moves to hold the dead one down to help Nereva pull her spear out"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She was able to pull it out with his help, only serving to gore the ordinator further.*\n\n\"Thank you, I got carried away with that one. See if you can get that door open.\"\n\n*She thought now may be a good time to put on that mask... So she did. Would make for good irony.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He pushes on the door, \"It's locked, gimme a second.\" He says, taking a step back and turning around, \"Cover me,\" He says, as he mule-kicks the door open, the loud sound echoing through the complex"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*The doors blast open, dust filling the hallway. The shuffling of ordinators could be heard in the Sanctum. The four High Ordinator's were prepared. Four more regular ones stood behind.*\n\n\"Conjure something. If you can.\"\n\n*Her voice was muffled by the mask, almost making her sound androgynous. She conjured a Seeker in front of her, and it advanced on the Ordinators.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He conjures a Cold-Flame Atronach, which glides to the side and flings Hail Fire Bolts at the ordinators. He readies his blade, entering his duelist stance, reminiscent of the style that the pirate Cyrus was said to use, his offhand readying a spell with a red glow"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*Two lesser Ordinators quickly succumbed to a targeted tentacle attack. Nereva rushed them surprisingly, but instead of attacking, she levitated herself over the Ordinators. Her target was the lesser ones, whom she engaged. Some of them were frantically saying that Vivec had come. 3 high Ordinators were focusing Galdres, while another went to fight Nereva. They would approach him, only one readying to fight. They would go at him one at a time.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"One at a time? Really?\" He says, effectively parrying their attacks, getting in close to one he grabs their arm, absorbing their health as he grasps them, then finishing them off with a quick stab to his throat. His atronach kills one of the others, bombarding him with a series of Hail Fire bolts, slowing him to a crawl and setting him ablaze."
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*They realized that he wasn't going to play by their rules. There was one left. This one seemed like they would put up a fight. He had an Ebony scimitar. He struck first, with an outrageous swiftness. He would not go down easily.\n\nNereva and the seeker had taken down the 2 Ordinators, and now only had the High Ordinator to deal with. She had the range advantage, and she would take him down with a swift stab in the neck.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Oh, you're going to be fun.\" He says, redirecting the sword strike, then sheathing his blade, he punches the Ordinator in the head, denting the mask, as the punch made contact he absorbed a bit of the Ordinators health"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*The dent angered him. His moves became sloppier. He landed a glancing cut on his face, a single drop of blood would fall from Galdres' nose. He went for a larger strike at his side, Nereva was moving in from behind.*"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He smirks, ducking underneath the strike and lunging forward, grabbing the Ordinator's body, tackling him to the ground as his mere grip drained his life-force"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She watched it happen. He would soon wither away rather quickly. The High priestess of Almalexia would come out of hiding quite soon. There weren't anymore fighters left in the temple. She knew there was nothing that could be done for her anymore. She knelt down. She was muttering \"ALMSIVI\" Over and over.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He laughs, a grim expression on his face, he walks toward the priestess, \"How dare you allow the name of Sotha Sill and Vivec leave your lips.\" He says, his voice rife with venom, \"As if she didn't kill them in her lust for power.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She looked up at him.*\n\n\"Her Blessedness will guide me, i don't need your lecture.\"\n\n*She tilted her head down, exposing her neck. Nereva was watching. Galdres needed to do the honors.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He laughs, \"Blessedness? I'm not one for religious lectures but you've been misled, our great Lady of Mercy is nothing but a fraud. She went mad, lost her mind along with her power. In her last moments she was a cruel mistress, torturing her own people, and then betraying those closest to her.\" He takes a step forward, \"I should kill you where you stand, but instead I will allow for you to defend yourself. Think of it as a courtesy.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"The Outcome will be the same. Execute me. Show me the Nature of you Daedra worshippers.\"\n\n*Nereva looked down at her, through the Mask of Vivec.*\n\n\"The Thrice Blessed have led this woman to her end. Come, Galdres, Show her the wrath of truth.\"\n\n*She was playing along with the whole new temple thing, but she didn't mean for it to come out so... Verbose.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He breathes in, taking a deep breath, and as he releases he casts a spell. A portal appears beneath the priestess, and she falls through, the portal promptly closes. \"She is not worthy of my hand.\" He says plainly, \"Let's go further in, I'm sure there's more of them.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She removed the mask and attached it to her belt.*\n\n\"I can't wear that for too long... It makes me feel... Pretentious.\"\n\n*She led onwards. There were a few more rooms. A few followers had taken up arms. Some were ready to cast spells. 2 notable foes remained. Vesparth the Toe, clad in Chitin and wielding the Axe of St. Felms, and Watchman Sindras, dual casting shock spells. Sindras was in the common room they were about to enter, along with a few followers in robes. As soon as they entered, Nereva took a lighting bolt to the shoulder, and took cover to cast a Seeker.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He quickly casts a bubble of Negate Magic in the hall, preventing the Watchman from casting anymore spells, he then moves forward, blade in hand, ready to fight off Vesparth"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She disposed of the Watchman and two worshippers with her spear. She was fighting off 2 more, one was pinned to a table with one of her knives. Vesparth was tough, dual wielding axes. He would get a lucky hit on Galdres' arm, and he moved in for a \"Punch\" With the Axe of St. Felms.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He winces as the axe hits his arm, although his Glass armor protected against most of the strike, moving to stab him before he can strike with the Cleaver of St. Felms, \"You dare to wield a holy artifact against one of Vivec's finest?\" He says boastfully"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*The stab pierced the leather over his stomach. He attempted to say something, but all that left his mouth was blood. Nereva had killed the other two. She was staring at the mask in her hand. The Warrior-Poet's mask. The temple was empty now, but she had a somber look on her face.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He removes his blade from the man's body, taking a cloth from his pocket and wiping the blood off, then sheathing it. He kneels and pats the man down, taking a paper from his pocket, then turns to Nereva, \"Is something wrong?\" He asks with a concerned tone"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I killed them, didn't I?\"\n\n*One side of the mask was smeared with blood. An omen, or a poetic coincidence.*\n\n\"I... I haven't taken a life in 50 years... But I just... Stormed in here, slaughtered them... It's not like me. I just... I feel sick.\"\n\n*She sighed and wiped off the blood, putting the mask back on her side.*\n\n\"There's little point in thinking about it too long.\"\n\n*They were approaching the Armory. The door was open.*"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"They struck first. And they're criminals.\" He says, \"They're a militant cult worshipping dead gods.\" He says, stealthily peering into the armory, \"You can reflect on your actions when we're done.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*Inside was a New Temple priest's nightmare. High ordinator's armor on mannequins, and a robed mannequin in the center, donning the Mask of Almalexia. Inside cases were weapons, 3 artifacts. Light of Day, Magebane, and Skullcrusher. Nereva walked towards the mask.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Nchow\" He mutters under his breath, \"Weren't most of these weapons given to The Mournhold Museum of Artifacts?\" He asks, \"They must have gotten stolen during the Red Year.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She removed the Mask from the mannequin and stared at it. The Lady of Mercy...*\n\n\"What will you do with the other gear here? The weapons... Armor, and whatnot?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I'll have the Redoran Guard come and collect everything. Have it properly sorted out. Artifacts of the Tribunal will be given to the Temple for proper storage. Nothing will be destroyed.\" He says, removing the note from his pocket, \"If this is to be believed there's a member in Skyrim. Going to a an old Dwemer city known as Fahlbtharz. I'll need to head there soon.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"The mask is too important to leave to the temple. Both of them. I've got to have them, my research on the tribunal needs them. Something so closely associated with the living gods...\"\n\n*She put the mask on her belt with the other.*\n\n\"The rest, the Temple can have.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He nods, \"Give them to the College, then. It's best not to have more than one in the hands of a single person.\" He says, \"Odd...\" He mutters to himself, \"They have a mannequin dedicated to Alma... But where are Hopesfire and Trueflame?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"They'll likely end up in the Arcanium. Or hidden away. They'll say its worthless to look into dead gods... Until I have these.\"\n\n*She looked at the other mannequin. There were three, and one had a mask when they arrived.*\n\n\"Where's the third mask? We have two... Look behind the one in the center. That depression is a door. The Mannequins are probably the key.\""
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He looks above the mannequins, noticing the banners hanging above, \"Seems we need to find the mask of Sotha Sil.\" He says, \"We have the other two. Where could they have taken it.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Not here, I'm guessing, didn't you read about one of their followers going to the Mainland? Perhaps they have it.\"\n\n\n*She looked around, but found nothing else of note.*\n\n\"I'll return if I find the other mask... Until then, I doubt these will be easy to smuggle off the island. Anything else you need?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Perhaps,\" He says, \"I'll keep up investigations in Raven Rock and let you know if I find anything. That is, unless you want me to join you in Skyrim and we can find the one mentioned in this note.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"If you're truly interested in getting to the bottom of this, then come along, though i need to return to the College to tell the Arch Mage my findings. I was going to recall there myself... I wonder if holding hands works?\"\n\n*That was both a joke and a question.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As she says that a portal opens, through it you can see the Arcanaeum"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I knew that fetching potion was fishy...\" He mutters under his breath, \"I believe your Arch-Mage has me tracked.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Well, isn't that convenient? If he's tracking you, he must have business with you.\"\n\n*She stepped through, awaiting him to follow.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Or he's taken an interest in me.\" He says with a less-than-pleased tone, following her through the portal"
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Just hope there isn't some rogue student who goes down there to \"Study\" It.\"\n\n*There were bare footprints into the cave. Something has been there.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"These weren't here before.\" He says, inspecting them, \"And they aren't mine. I tend to wear shoes.\" He draws his sword, \"This'll be interesting.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He removed his staff from his back to walk with. As they entered in, into that \"Puzzle\" Room... Chimes... Faint chimes...*\n\n\"It's as though i can feel it in my Brass... It's here... The Energy...\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Something crawled where it shouldn't have.\" He says, he was still wearing the amulet he got from Neloth, \"Hope you aren't planning on going crazy on me.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"That already happened to me, I think I'll be fine.\"\n\n*He joked, but he did try to start a cult in the clockwork city after Sotha Sil died.*\n\n\"Look.\"\n\n*There were two entitys beneath the statue of Almalexia. It was defaced now, her forehead had been shattered and she was missing an arm. The beings were Ash Zombies, Heads burst from enlightenment. They were babbling incoherently.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He does everything he can to keep himself from laughing at the state of Alma's statue, he ultimately fails, almost howling in laughter, after getting his composure back he readies hismelf to kill them, \"Wonder how they got to Solstheim, I'd thought they'd've gone extinct by now.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*They turned, the two of them rushing towards them up the rocks. Byleth conjured a Lurker. It waited on the ridge for them to approach before... Disposing of them.*\n\n\"The Blight may come from the Mask. These are likely bandits who have been \"Enlightened\".\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Reavers, I bet. The local bandit gang.\" He says, \"Almost exclusively Dunmer, likely exiles from Morrowind who fell on hard time.\" He sighs as the ash zombies die, \"I'd say a prayer but I doubt it would mean anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Save the Ceremony for when we're finished.\"\n\n*They descended further. The statue was ruined. It would likely completely collapse if provoked. The chimes were coming from the central chamber.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He resists the temptation to knock the statue over, following Byleth down to the central chamber, sword drawn, \"Whatever is down there I doubt it can be easily slain with a Lurker.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The chimes. It was like a heartbeat... And there was a drumming. An imitation of the Heart.*\n\n\"I... I dont like this. Not at all.\"\n\n*He looked at the Tribunal crest on the back of his palm. Perhaps it would bring him some sort of divine blessing.*"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I could see if I can get backup, at the least some Redoran Guard, at the most maybe the Arch-Mage.\" He says, \"Otherwise any doubts should be left here. Whatever's down there needs to die.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Whoever you deem Necessary... I just... I feel ill being here. It's... Like the mere presence of the energy is hurting the Divine Metal in my body...\"\n\n*He stepped back from the door just past the statue. Just around it, someone was speaking.\n\n\"What are you? Where is this place? I'm so tired, LET ME SLEEP!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He opens a portal, as if they were already informed a squad of Redoran Guard step through, \"I have reason to believe that the Demon of Dagoth has a hand in this cult. Move with caution, ignore any whispers, and kill any ash monstrosities.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He didn't worry much about being killed for heresy himself. He had been to Solstheim to speak with Neloth before. Ahead of them was an Ash Zombie and an Ash Slave, guarding the primary chamber where the chimes and drumming came from. The slave was babbling about furniture, and neither could see the group in front of them.\n\n\"The chairs. The tables. All confused. We hear the words, and must speak them. We take them, and arrange them, but still, they will not be quiet.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"ELEMENT OF SURPRISE!\" He shouts, casting a frost spell, filling the area the Ash Monstrosities are in with icicles, making the ground treacherous, \"Archers! At your ready! *Fire!*\" He shouts, as the Redoran guard loose arrows upon the monstrosities"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The lurker moved forward grabbing the Zombie, and an arrow hit the slave dead in the forehead. But the drumming continued. That drumming... It only got closer as they would enter the main chamber. In the center, between two ash ghouls, hitting bells with hammers, was an abomination not seen on the face of tamriel in ages. What once was a dunmer was now a contorted mess of flute-like tentacles. Surrounding them were around 12 ash zombies beating crude drums in unison.\n\n\"It is just dream and waking over and over, one appearance after another, nothing real. What you do here means nothing. Why do we waste our breath on you?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He makes a disgusted sound, \"I thought the Disaster at Red Mountain wiped these abominations out.\" He says, \"That and Nerevar.\" He downs a magicka potion and begins channeling a frost magic ritual, \"This'll take me a moment, keep them off me for now.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*Byleth moved forward. One by one the Ash Zombies rose. A trivial foe. He cast Chain Lightning on one, and it passed throughout the ring in a flash, all of them falling just as they had risen. But the Sleeper has paralyzed him. He was unmoving.\n\n\"What are you doing? You have no idea. Poor animal. You struggle and fight, and understand nothing.\" Said the Sleeper.\n\nThe Two ghouls approached him with their bell hammers. Despite their lack of eyes, or nose, they knew he was there.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He unleashes the spell, a raging storm of frost fills the room, shards of ice slash against anything in the field, the bitter cold slows and blinds. The Redoran guard move to guard Byleth, shields raised and swords ready"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*One of the Ghouls had fallen from the spell, the other was about to swing at Byleth when he broke free of his Paralysis and stabbed it with his Pneumatic staff, nearly exploding its head. The Sleeper had covered itself in a cloud of Toxic gas. Byleth conjured a Seeker to get through the gas, but the Sleeper expelled it.*\n\n\"Archers!\"\n\n*He began flinging lightning bolts at it, but it was strong, it was absorbing his spells.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"You heard him! Give him some support!\" The Redoran Guard switch to their bows, firing upon the Sleeper. Galdres casts Dire Noise, filling the Sleeper's mind with a loud ringing only it can hear, distracting it from its magic"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*An arrow entered one of its head holes and it fell, not after hitting Byleth with a bolt of Lightning. He took a knee, making sure his prosthetics still functioned.*\n\n\"It's dead.\"\n\n*All that was left was its skull, which was sitting there with the rest of the corpses. The only sound in the room was a faint chiming coming from little wind chimes hung throughout the chamber.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Guard! Sweep the area, make sure nothing is alive, if you find any people, arrest them.\" He orders, \"You alright?\" He asks, putting a hand out, \"Can't imagine lightning is good for your prosthetics.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Fine. Just fine.\"\n\n*He was opening and closing his hand, pumping magicka through his body. As they swept the compound, they would find people turning into ash zombies, suffering the beginning of the transformation. It wasn't exactly the blight, it was a sinister, more ancient evil. They were in agony, their heads ready to burst from their foreheads.*\n\n\"Take me to this... Mask chamber. Wherever it is.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's over here.\" He says, moving to the corridor, a bittersweet silence falls in most of the compound, as the Redoran Guard begins mercy killing the soon-to-be ash zombies"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Its all we can do for them... Killing them. It isn't corprus. Then they wouldve had hope.\"\n\n*He said, solemnly. They entered the armory chamber.*\n\n\"How does it go? Alm-Si-Vi?\"\n\n*He pointed, middle, left, right. This was correct. He went around placing the masks. The false wall opened.*\n\n\"I'll let you have a look.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"You probably could've just looked at your hand.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Don't think I didn't notice the inscription on it.\" He says, walking into the room, stopping short of the entrance and looking around"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I bear the Inscription as you bear that armor, poet. It's a part of both of us, regardless of how we are now.\"\n\n*He entered the room behind the false wall and opened the chest within. A note, and two blades.*\n\n\"What a pleasant surprise.\"\n\n*That was all he had to say.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Hopesfire and Trueflame...\" He says out loud, pickiing up Trueflame, \"The Blade of Nerevar\" He inspects the blade, the intricate design, the red gems, \"Said to have the power to kill a god, if wielded with noble intent.\" He swings it in the air a few times, the flames arcing with the blade, \"This is staying with me.\" He says, \"I'll have the guard confiscate Hopesfire at once, the Temple can decide what happens to it.\" He hands the note to Byleth, as he inspects the room for any other artifacts or oddities, \"Why Solstheim, I wonder. Odd that all these artifacts are here. I chose to live hear specifically to avoid major historical events.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I would leave it at the College. I don't trust the temple not to destroy it. They already tried destroying me... Well... One fanatic.\"\n\n*He laughed.*\n\n\"I wandered to Skyrim to get away from Hammerfell, now look at me. Your time isn't up, if Nereva meant what she said about Miraak.\"\n\n*He grabbed the note and read it.*\n\n\"The one with the Mask of the Sharmat is near Tel Mithryn. If he's still there when we get there, I'll have words for Neloth.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He sighs, \"Even on an island as small as Solstheim these *Fetchers* Find some way to be as inconveniently far as possible.\" He says, \"I almost think it's intentional.\" He opens a portal, taking Hopesfire and placing it onto a table inside the College, Jo'Del can be seen briefly through the portal, he waves a paw as the portal closes. \"I suppose we won't be informing the New Temple of all the Tribunal Artifacts we're just giving away to the College?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It's too important to our history to be given away to potential fanatics. Some in the New Temple would like to see every piece of the Tribunal erased.\"\n\n*He looked around the armory behind them.*\n\n\"They can keep everything in here, and send the weapons to the Museum in Mournhold.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He nods, \"Get to work, send word back to Raven Rock, have them bring carriages and crates. Box up weapons and armor and have it all shipped off to the Museum in Mournhold. Otherwise leave it. Maybe have the complex incinerated, I don't really care.\" He begins opening a portal to a point right outside Tel Mithryn"
}
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