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80.2 | 2024-02-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*From the horizon above the waters surrounding Solstheim, a single vessel pierced the fog and ash. A wooden vessel of Nordic make- the Northern Maiden. One of the only ships passing to and from the island. On deck, Gjalund Salt-Sage ordered around the crew, who worked the rigging and ropes fiercely. Gradually, the vessel drew closer and closer, sliding into port adjacent to the dock. While the crew continued their work, one passenger departed.*"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*An old and weary looking Imperial climbed onto the docks from the deck, breathing in the ashen air with a sigh of relief. He was dressed in thick, dark leather and wearing a battered cloak of similar materials. At his hip was a fairly well-crafted steel longsword. His face was scarred and worn, but surprisingly lacking wrinkles, covered in a thick gray beard. His eyes- deep brown and looking around the area- gave the impression of a man used to authority, as if he expected to be met by an entourage of soldiers. From there he began to walk down the docks towards Raven Rock's center.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's a rare sight when one of our own comes to Raven Rock.\" A hooded dunmer says, his good eye would you have you believe he was blind, yet his piercing gaze says otherwise, \"What would one from the Volkihar brood want here?\" He asks in an accusatory tone"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*The old man looked a bit confused and perturbed by the sudden intrusion, but after a moment of looking at the Dunmer he began to come down.*\n\n\"Volkihar? I do not affiliate with them. I have met one of their own before, but I have no interest in them. So, you know what I am. And your greeting implies it's mutual. What would you do with me then? Drive a blade through my heart and leave my body for the sun?\"\n\n*It was less sarcasm with which the old vampire spoke, and more a serious question. The light around his eyes seemed to 'twitch', as the illusion faltered for a moment. One of his brown eyes reverted to a deep black, adorned with a fiery glowing pupil.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I doubt killing you would matter all that much, many already believe you're dead, Centurion.\" He says, \"I think I'd have use for you, though. What do you know of Falx Carius and his time here?\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Then you know who I am. Not ideal, but at least you don't intend to kill me... General Carius? Haven't heard that name in some time, and not often. The extent of my knowledge is that he was the commanding officer at Fort Frostmoth, back when the East Empire Company was in charge of Raven Rock. He perished during the eruption of Red Mountain.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Things are never so easy, are they? Seems he's somehow avoided dying.\" He says, taking out the Declaration of War, \"Our dear old General has seen it fit to declare war on Raven Rock, and instead of leading Legionnaires he's been sending Ash Spawn to do his dirty work.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Tamriel always has had a tendency for the unusual, hasn't it. Did he contract vampirism somehow? And what in Oblivion are 'ash spawn?'\"\n\n*Andral tilted his head with slight confusion, awaiting a response.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Forgot you were an Outlander for a second.\" He says with a short laugh, with a quick movement in his hand he conjures his own, \"A form of undead, encased in a hard layer of ash making them harder to kill than say, a draugr. They're also adept with flame magic, making them particularly dangerous for those with out condition. And I doubt he's a vampire, it's something else.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"A very bad situation, then. I'm assuming you want my aid in this matter because of my experience, to deal with whatever remains of General Carius.\""
}
] | 70.5 | 802 |
50 | 2024-02-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's either that or I put you under arrest for being a vampire.\" He says, \"I believe it is in your best interest to help us.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Very well, then... Where is it you want to begin looking into this? Fort Frostmoth, I presume?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Indeed. Based on what I've learned that's where the attacks seem to be coming from. Follow.\" He says, leading Andral out of the city, \"The Bulwark has kept us safe, so far. But I doubt we'll last against the constant attacks, we only have so many guards.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*He followed along, pulling down the hood of his cloak and readying his sword.*\n\n\"So it's imperative to cut off the source before Raven Rock is overwhelmed. But I wonder how exactly Carius could be alive, bringing the dead back. He wasn't a necromancer, from what I know.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"My guess is he was dead for a time. Then someone did something. His body was likely fairly well preserved within all the ash and didn't decay properly.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Then perhaps a necromancer brought him back as a thrall. But since when do thralls act on their own like this? Ordering these ash spawn, making declarations of war?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"It's a possibility. I imagine it was most likely some sort of necromancer experiment, but to what end I must wonder, and why did they just leave him?\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"I do not know. I know enough about necromancy to know that the spells are temporary and the minions need to be constantly watched. But I suppose Falx Carius, if he truly is alive, will have our answers. The first problem though is getting through these ash spawn, and my garments only protect so much from flames.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I doubt he'll provide any information.\" He says, unsheathing his sword, Trueflame, an ebony scimitar that seems to be on fire, \"Flames won't do much against the Ash Spawn, they're pretty much immune to fire, but its still a sword.\" He says with a chuckle, he has another sword on his other side, as well as chakrams and a dagger"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Fortunate then that Old Wound bears frost.\"\n\n*He drew his steel longsword, flickering with magic and coated in a thin layer of frost that died down the warmth of southern Solstheim.*\n\n\"It has yet to be unreliable, and I do not expect today to be the day it fails.\""
}
] | 50 | 500 |
50.35 | 2024-02-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"There's always time for new experiences.\" He says with a chuckle."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As if on cue, several Ash Spawn rise from the ground. 4 regular, 2 skirmishers, and an immolator. They immediately begin attacking with a barrage of fire spells"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"That's unfortunate.\" He says, raising a ward. He tosses Andral a potion of Fire Resistance, \"That should help with the heat. Thank your divines that the sun isn't up.\" He maintains the ward with his sword hand, then throws a chakram at one of the regular Ash Spawn, embedding it into the Spawn's chest"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*He immediately popped the cork on the bottle and downed the potion, tossing the empty bottle to the side. He readied his sword and shield, moving towards the one Galdres had injured and slashing at it quickly.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It collapses, returning to the ash. The skirmishers move to fight Andral. The Immolator and the other regular ash spawn were focusing on Galdres"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "His ward shatters, he stumbles, hitting the ground. He then raises a Crystallized Slab and moves to cover. The Slab shatters in mere moments, as firebolts strike it, as it shatters 3 ice spikes launch out, destroying the last 3 regular Ash Spawn. The Spawn that Galdres had conjured joins the fight, charging at one of the Skirmishers"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*One of the skirmishers would manage to cut across Andral's face, scorching the flesh a bit as he winced with pain. However, he followed up by striking back at the skirmisher, and as the blade struck the ash spawn, the wound on his face healed itself. He used his shield to bash the other skirmisher backwards, in time for Galdres' own Ash Spawn to attack it.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The first skirmisher crumbles, turning to ash, a bit of it floats away in the wind. A glint can be seen from the pile left behind."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "The Spawn strikes the Skirmisher, not much really happens, since they're about evenly matched. He peaks from his cover, firing off a few Ice Spikes and throws a Chakram as he moves in on the Immolator. Which barely budges from the attacks"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral sheathed his sword and put away his shield, drawing a bow from his back and notching an arrow. Steady. Aim. Release. With a heavy thrum, an arrow was let loose toward the Immolator.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It strikes the Immolator, but doesn't do much. It starts sending a gout of flame at Andral"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He picks up his other chakram and throws it at the Immolator, then fires a swarm of hail stones at the immolator, attempting to split its attention as his Spawn moves in on it"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*With his bow not being so effective, Andral put it away once more and focused his hands, using his vampiric powers to drain whatever life the Immolator had within.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The immolator collapsed, much like the rest. The fort was still a ways away, the Spawn delaying their journey some"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He removes a bottle from his bag, downing it, thick red liquid emptying from the vessel. \"Damn spawn take it out of me.\" He says, \"Need one? I tend to get a bit hungry after combat.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral smiled, a bit of an off putting smile if Galdres weren't also a vampire. He reached into his bag and produced a bottle, containing the same crimson liquid Galdres had- blood. However, it was noticeably thicker, perhaps age had made it coagulate somewhat. When he drank, it left behind a translucent red slick on the inside of the bottle, as if it were turning to jelly.*\n\n\"Your offer is appreciated, but what I have should sate me until I get more. Something to be said for the consistency, however.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"My supply is a mix of blood, animal blood, and a substitute. Works quite well, in my opinion. Can never get the consistency quite right, though. On the bright side it lasts pretty long.\" He laughs"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Really? For a while, I was under the impression vampires require the blood men, elves and beastfolk. Didn't know animal blood works... Might have to start going for animals instead. Saves me trouble with people.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Animal blood can keep you sated, but not as well as that of those with black souls, from what I've found. What I do is use animal blood and mix it with mortal blood, 2 parts animal for every one part mortal.\" He says, as if he has it worked down to a science, \"You can stretch it further using alchemical means.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"I have never been a very good alchemist, but I suppose I could experiment with it later on. It's not as if wasted time is a major concern anymore.\""
}
] | 44.5 | 1,007 |
31 | 2024-02-04 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"You got that right, we have all the time in the world, don't we.\" He says with a chuckle."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Fort was coming into view, shouting could be heard and figures seen upon the towers"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Sounds like old Carius might still be alive after all... Either his men are alive as well, or those are just more ash spawn on the towers. It would be wise to stage a surprise attack. Strike quickly, clear out the fort exterior.\""
}
] | 25 | 93 |
53.136364 | 2023-09-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "The office of Regulus Verus is... Shockingly barren. There's a desk with a chair, and two chairs in front of it. A cabinet containing misc papers, the drawers contain mostly parchment and other stationary, as well as ink pots and quills. There's a painting on the wall behind his desk, it's a landscape of a dark forested plain. There is a potted plant to the left of the entrance, and a small chest on the opposite side"
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "*He had gotten into the office through a hole in the roof that one would assume was too small for a humanoid to fit through. It was, and though hassraska had gotten his torso through, he couldn't get the rest through, and he was dangling out of the wall.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He steps into his office, and begins lighting wall sconces, he can *Sense* That something is wrong, but doesn't notice the khajiit dangling through the ceiling, he takes a seat at his desk and begins writing, then, as he stretches he sees it, \"OBLIVION-\" He spouts, drawing his blade, \"Words cannot DESCRIBE-\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Don't point that at Hassraska! It's not like he can do anything.\"\n\n*He frowned. Busted. He figured it would happen.*\n\n\"He cannot reach to push himself out...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He sheathes his blade, \"Here, let me just...\" He grabs the khajiit's arms and pulls downward, \"This will either rip your arms off or get you out of my ceiling. Honestly either works for me.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "*He fell through, a plank coming with him. He fell on his head, but he seemed fine, bleeding. He scratched his head.*\n\n\"Hrmmm... Just ask Hassraska your questions...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you where you stand for trespassing in the Office of the Guard Captain.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "*He thought. He didn't think of any way to convince him to go other than ratting on Krowviir.*\n\n\"Because Hassraska has a very interesting client! It pertains to you, captain. Very interesting.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well you should tell me more.\" He says. Tapping the pommel of his sword, \"Wouldn't want to make a mess of things.\" A threat, a very simple way to get the information, but an effective one"
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"The Captain in Whiterun... Krowviir? She wanted this one to steal your documents... She said that you were corrupt.\"\n\n*He felt bad about ratting on her, a little, anyway.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He laughs loudly, \"I can hardly believe it, the goody-goody Guard Captain of Whiterun hired a thief to try to get blackmail on me?\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Even Hassraska was confused. It was her and a Dunmer mage, this one has seen him, but he doesn't know his name.\"\n\n*His cloak was hanging from the ceiling. He seemed cold.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well even if you didn't get stuck you wouldn't have found anything. I keep all my valuable info somewhere else.\" He says, \"You're free to leave.\" He says, pointing to the door, \"Unless there's something you want.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Hrmmm, you are a tricky man. No, you letting this one go is enough. But Hassraska left all of his treasures with her...\"\n\n*He frowned, his bare skin wrinkling on his head.*\n\n\"He will deal with it on his own.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well, good luck to you with that.\" He says, pulling Hassraska's cloak from the ceiling, being careful not to ruin it, and hands it back to the Khajiit, \"You might want this. The cold can be bitter.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Wait, Hassraska remembers on thing.\"\n\n*He grabbed his cloak and put it on.*\n\n\"The Mage... He was Telvanni, Hassraska knows that banner, he had it on him.\"\n\n*More layers to the story. Intertwining.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Did you catch his name?\" He asks, \"There was a Telvanni mage in the city, threatened to burn down the Black-Briar meadery.\" He says, muttering, \"Almost wish he did.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"How many Telvanni mages are there in Skyrim?\"\n\n*That was some kind of sarcasm. It was obviously the same one.*\n\n\"He lives in this hold.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You'd be surprised,\" He says with a chuckle, \"There's more than just one. But if he's the one who lives here in the Rift, then it's Indras. The Bantam farmer.\" He says, \"Seems to be more unstable than usual, or at the very least he has a major grudge against Riften. Either way I'll be paying him a visit. You've done me a service.\" He says, reaching into one of the desk drawers, activating some unseen mechanism, out of which he takes out a small jewelery box, one that can only be opened with the claws of a khajiit, \"A reward of sorts. I could never get it open, don't have the claws for it. Might fetch you a good price with the right people.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "*He smiled. A nice little trinket.*\n\n\"Hrm... Hassraska appreciates this. He'll use it well... This One Hopes that he'll not be in such a circumstance again.\"\n\n*He hooks the box to his belt, next to his quiver.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Stay out of trouble.\" He says, \"And if you need to get into trouble, at least don't get caught.\" He chuckles, \"Use the door next time.\""
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Yes, the door, good idea!\"\n\n*He left, still a bit embarrassed, and regretful.*"
}
] | 48 | 1,169 |
93.846154 | 2023-01-16 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni did not often come to Riften. The thieves that made their homes here got very upset when he borrowed items from them, and the guards had very sharp eyes. However, last night he had been chased out of Windhelm by an innkeeper for taking a pie, and this was the closest place where he could seek refuge. \n\nNobody seemed to recognize him, which was good. He had no money left and only half a pie, which meant he needed to find someone to borrow from."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*The Day was still young while Nelar was on the streets of Rifton. He just left haelgas bunkhouse (while avoiding to get mad at haelga eying him like a sweetroll) and was on his way to the city center. \n\nHe did not particularly like Rifton... But currently there really wasn't a way to travel further without decent coin or knowledge of the area. \nIn his bag he had some of his figured to sell, all the while one of his tools needed repairing since he broke it while creating them...*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "The market was tempting, but that was the Guild's turf. He didn't want to get chased out of Riften, not yet, anyway. Instead, he scouted out the streets leading to the city center. Strangers were the best option, because they were often less careful with their belongings that people who were familiar with Riften's reputation.\n\nUnfortunately, there weren't many people about so early in the morning. There was one guy, a very tall dunmer who did not look like someone Sa'varni would ordinarily mess with, coming out of the bunkhouse. He did not seem like he carried much, but it was worth a shot. \n\nSo Sa'varni crouched down behind a corner and, when Nelar passed by, he unsheathed his claws and tried to cut the straps of Nelar's bag."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*The blacksmith was nearly around the corner when Nelar felt the weight of his bag getting lighter... His toolkit, being connected to the straps, fell to the ground and made a quite loud noise while doing so. \n\nHe looks towards his bag and sees the strap being disconnected by...*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "*Oh no*\n\nSa'varni knew it was a bad idea, cutting purses without a crowd to hide in, but he'd gotten desperate. Riften was cramped and subideal for running away, but he did not know a good way to explain why he was slicing people's bags in the city center. \n\nIf in doubt, always run! That's what he's been taught. So he grabbed the toolkit and took off down a nearby alleyway."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "\"Oh no you don't...\" *Nelar got out of his mouth while grabbing his bag forcefully and starting to pursue the cat thief through the alley.\n\nEven though that guy might be fast... His trail will tell where he went...*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "*Panic panic panic!* Sa'varni could hear loud footsteps coming after him. He was in no position to get caught, not today! He took a sharp left and jumped over a barrel full of cabbages, and his foot caught the lip of the barrel and sent cabbages rolling all through the alley. He resisted the urge to take some cabbages and turned into the city center, but there wasn't nearly enough of a crowd to hide in. What to do now?"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "\"Not my Toolkit. Everything else... By Azura even my clothes... But NOT MY TOOLKIT!\"\n\n*Weirdly enough being used to hunt things, Nelar had the cats trail and followed it... Directly into a cabbagy mess. Still being on edge he kicked the cabbages away and got a glimpse of the thief, still holding his possession.*\n\n\"Stop it right there you!\""
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Not only had Nelar found him, he had bypassed the cabbages. The dunmer was clearly a formidable appointment. \n\nIt occurred to Sa'varni that he could drop the bag and make a run for it, but the way Nelar was pursuing him over it suggested there was something very valuable inside. \n\nHe looked around, praying to Alkosh that no guards had noticed the chase, and ran down the steps into the canal."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*The cat continued to flee... What else was to expect really...? Seeing that he made his way to the steps Nelar followed the thief, eyeing some guards just standing there and looking at him like the stupid clayheads they are. \n\nHe now was on top of the stairs, looking down into the canal...*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "He ran to the edge of the canal and nearly slipped into the water. It looked very cold, and Sa'varni was never a very good swimmer. He turned around and looked at Nelar, clutching the bag in both hands.\n\n\"Uh... That was an accident.\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Holding eye contact the Dunmer went down the stairs, minding that the cat might pull a fast one on him... Again.*\n\n\"Don't even start. I'm not dumb.\"\n\n*It took him until now to realize that the thief was a bit shorter than him... And had a quite delicately styled look. He reached the base of the stairs and now stood near not far away from the cat. It needed a lot of regulation for him to not start growling at him...*\n\n\"Those tools there. I want them back.\""
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni should've just waited until afternoon and pickpocketed the nobles while they had lunch, like he usually did. But for now, he needed to deal with this situation before he got himself into more trouble.\n\n\"Oh... These tools? Khajiit was just... Borrowing these. He did not mean to cause harm. You can have them back! Just, don't call the guards, yes?\"\n\nHe didn't yet let go of the bag - maybe he could still make his escape? He looked frantically around the canal, but there was nothing except the lapping water below."
}
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{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Standing only some feet away from the cat he reached out his hand, demanding the thief to hand over his tools.*\n\n\"I don't care for those idiot guards. Just give me these tools back. Now.\"\n\n*Nelar as afraid the cat could drop his tools and sink them in the water, which would be devastating since he can't afford a new tool kit. \nHis hand was shaking slightly while he was watching the cat closely.*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "\"Fine, fine! Here you go!\" After taking one last look around the canal, Sa'varni began to hand the tools over. However, right after he stepped closer, he dashed off to the side of the boardwalk and ran for the stairs. \n\nSurely this would be worth a lot of money! And there was nothing Sa'varni needed more than money. Alkosh surely would understand. It was the way of the world, after all, and how hard could it be for a smith to replace a few tools?"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*There was a small sigh of relief once Nelar finally was able to get his tools back... So it took him a small moment to realize the cat ran past him and tried to flee again, \n\nLetting out a angered shout he stormed after the cat, climbed the stairs, his stench still clear in his nose.*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Run run run! Sa'varni shoved aside some passersby and darted into Riften's main thoroughway. From there, he ran along the city wall, crashed through a gate, shut it behind him, and pressed himself against the side of a nearby house. Surely the dunmer would not find him here!"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*In his anger and trying to gain speed Nelar threw his bag on the side of one of the roads and fired through Rifton trying to keep as close behind the thief as possible. \n\nDuring his pursuit he bumped against some Nord woman who might have fallen down somewhere, but that wasn't his problem. \nHe prowled through a smaller way close to the city walls. He lost eyesight with his prey, though his smell was still present.\nThe Dunmer turned around to see if someone followed him. Then he started sneaking and slowly walking into the alleyway...*\n\n\"I know you were here... Just you wait...\" *The Dunmer growled in a hissing voice...*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni stayed very quiet and listened. There were some birds and the ambience of people milling through the marketplace. Then there was a rush of activity in the direction Sa'varni had come from - probably the dunmer giving chase. \n\nAfter a moment, when the commotion had died down, Sa'varni heard a small sound come from the alleyway. It could be an animal, maybe... But what if it wasn't? An ordinary elf wouldn't be able to track Sa'varni all the way over here, but stranger things had happened.\n\nJust in case, Sa'varni took shelter behind a cluster of barrels and stayed very, very still. He slipped the bag of tools into the bottom of his own bag so his hands would be free, and waited."
}
] | 99.5 | 633 |
105.666667 | 2023-05-06 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Standing next to her horse, Katrellis brushes his main, preparing him for their next adventure* \"Think we'll find anything good, Windstream?\" *The acorn brown steed whinnies in return to her question, shaking his chestnut mane she just brushed.* \"Windstream!\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha entered through the pearly gates, pulling a small wagon behind her. She found it left in the wild, as how it got there... She didn't know and didn't care. In the wagon was a bunch of animal pelts and one carcass, the carcass being that of a Brown Bear. She had some trouble pulling the cart, yet the eager Bosmer was still pulling it.\n\nSome of the pass byers laughed, others didn't care, and some commented on the bear. \n\nIsha had been hunting in the parts for a while and wanted to come back with a big kill, that being a brown bear causing trouble for the city. She finally tracked her down and took her out and now it was time to get payed."
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Behind her, Katrellis hears some commotion. She turns to see the gate guards laughing hard, as if they were just at a jester's show. Curious, she surveys the area to see a Bosmer pulling what looks to be a cart full of fresh kill. She ponders her choices before making a decision whether or not to offer help.* \"Would you like a hand with that cart, little elf?\" *She sets down the horse brush and starts towards the cart.*"
}
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{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He didn't like missions near the Rift, far too close to the Dawnguard for comfort, far too risky of someone of his power.\n\nBut orders were orders, and he was ordered to check the surroundings of Rift for noisy vampires that were too young to act properly or simply careless, his job was to force them to halt their actions either through words or through force.\n\nHe walked through the streets of this disgusting little town in the middle of the night, keeping his head low and giving the guards respectful nods as he walked by them, he always started from the biggest town in the area before making his way down, its how these operations usually went."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*There was some sort of argument going on outside of a smaller tavern.*\n\n\"I understand not stocking that swill from Whiterun... Honningbrew? But I know you're being paid not to sell *My* Wine... You bought three cases.\"\n\n*She was quite a tall dunmer lady, wearing a large sun hat. She was very well dressed for the town. But there was something about her. Another vampire could tell that she was one. Pale, her face was a little off, and her eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "His eyes landed on the Dunmer lady, it takes one to know another, though she looked a lot more civilized than what one would expect from wild vampires, it was clear that she was not one of the vampires he was on the hunt for.\n\n\nBut perhaps she could still be somewhat useful, he made his way towards the two that were arguing, listening closely to the argument as he did so.\n\n\"Is there an issue here?\" Asked the vampire, stopping by the duo."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She could tell right away with him. She was arguing with an argonian who ran a small bar just a little bit farther from the market.*\n\n\"Why does it matter to you? I suppose another opinion is useful.\"\n\n*She looked at him, standing with one arm behind her back, elbow bent. She wasn't hiding anything, her hand was visible.*\n\n\"This bartender lacks the integrity to stock my Wine, and would rather take a Bribe from the Black-Briars. I've come to buy back the cases... One of them wasn't meant to go out to the public.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"That is most unprofessional.\" Said Alaric, his gaze turning towards the argonian as he decided to give her a hand in hopes of giving her a hand.\n\nUsing vampire seduction on the Argonian, giving himself the reminder that he soon needs to feed, he put a hand on the Argonian's shoulder,\"Do what the lady asks of you, regardless of what the Black-Briars tell you.\" He stated."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The argonian almost immediately parted with the particular case she was after. It was a dark red wood, well padded inside. There was no sound coming from inside. The Argonian went back inside. He was doing as he was told.*\n\n\"I appreciate that, but my question is, why is someone of your particular... Condition, here?\"\n\n*She opened the case, it was 6 bottles of wine in standard bottles. She examined a bottle. It was a deep, crimson red, with a purple hue.*\n\n\"It's spoiled...\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Is it too hard to believe that i despise injustice?\" He asked as put both of his hands behind his back before he spoke up once more, caring little for the Argonian's presence since she was under his control for now.\n\n\n\"I am hunting those of similiar condition who cannot control themselves and you lady, are decently civilized, not one of them i assume.\" Asked the vampire."
}
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{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She swirled the bottle, there was coagulated blood in it. This batch was ruined, it wasn't stored properly.*\n\n\"Oh, *Those* Ones, yes I know the one's you speak of. I pity them, really.\"\n\n*She believed him, but thought he was looking in the wrong place.*\n\n\"But I have a bit of disdain for them too, gives us a bad name.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"They get too much attention and aware cattle makes things much harder than they need to be.\" He said as he sighed a bit, so disappointing how his kind could fall so deep into savagery.\n\n\"Usually i wouldn't search in the towns but i always like to get rid of as many options as i can, later today i may check the Sewers.\" He said, before he looked at the bottle in her hand,\"And what a pity, it seemed like a good batch.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I suppose that's a noble cause. I wouldnt be opposed to assisting, if you wish.\"\n\n*On her dress was an Ebony Rapier sitting on her hip. She seemed to know her way around combat.*\n\n\"Anything to cull these savages helps us all.\"\n\n*She set the case of wine on the ground. It wasn't worth even keeping.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The Vampire rubbed his chin a bit as he examined the Dunmer, she didn't seem like the type to fight much but then again, looks can be very deceiving.\n\nHe rested his hand on the hilt of the steel sword that hanged from his hip,\"Im more than capable of handling a few strays on my own, but the company would be welcome.\" He stated."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*Oh what he didn't know...*\n\n\"Good, good, sometimes you need a little bit of action, especially at my age. Spent too much time Relaxing on Stros M'kai... Before the war anyway.\"\n\n*She wasn't dressed for sewer delving... Maybe she just didn't care. Maybe she had another dress.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"I cannot say that i relate, I am barely a hundred years old.\" He said, though in this case, age became a moot point due to the gift bestowed upon him by Harkon.\n\n\"Are you going to change out of that dress before we go?, I cannot imagine that the sewers will be pleasant, ferals or not.\" He said, pointing at her clothes."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I'm... 500 or so... Running a Business becomes difficult when you've got to hire all sorts of people who know, you have to hop between locations... It's not terribly pleasant.\"\n\n*She looked at her clothes. It was a shiny gray dress with a lacy top and a sort of cut down the right side, so her leg was visible.*\n\n\"I'm used to fighting in it. And a spare if it gets too dirty isn't necessarily out of my price range.\""
}
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{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He glanced over his shoulder, a bit surprised at her observation, but he only nodded in response as they made their way to the lower parts of the town.\n\n\"Yes i am, it is surprising to find out that someone who is not part of the court knows who keeps things under control, we usually let lesser vampires in the dark.\" He stated."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I'm a rather notable Vampire... I've been invited to join the court. I've been to the castle once... I prefer my alone time, and my servants.\"\n\n*They descended the stairs into the lower area near the water.*\n\n\"If you want to be Technical, I'm not a part of any sort of clan. I recieved my gift in Vivec, I don't know who is responsible. It's ironic... Really. My mother was a Temple Priest... Hated the house of troubles.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"You and me both, i was just a hunter when i felt my neck being pierced and my lega feeling weak, a few days later and i was reborn as something else.\" He said, approaching the entrance to the sewer.\n\n\"Then i met Lord Harkon and he bestowed upon me a dark gift... And then i became much more than any ordinary vampire.\" He stated as he pulled his steel sword from his hip, examining it a bit."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I'm quite surprised that wizard in Solitude isn't a part of your clan. I don't think very highly of her.\"\n\n*She pushed on the grate... It was stuck. She gave it a firm kick and it opened, loudly. The force was much greater than it looked.*\n\n\"I feel something. I don't know what... They're here.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "*Two horses came into town, with 3 people total. 2 guards on one, and the Solitude guard captain on the other. They left their horses at the gate and entered the city, looking for the guard captain.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "Regulus is only just arriving back, coming in right behind them, \"You must be Ayemnivi,\" He says to the Dunmer, \"Figured you'd be... Taller.\" He says, Mer tended to be taller than the average human, so this was, oddly enough, a surprise"
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "*She had a deadpan expression. She had heard this one before.*\n\n\"I wasn't promoted for my height, I'll leave it at that. These are the two, now that I'm more free to speak, they're Stormcloak sympathizers. Good people, but in the wrong place.\"\n\n*Despite her position, she didn't seem to care much about the empire.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"And I'm guessing you picked Riften because sending them to Windhelm would be too on the nose?\" He says with a chuckle, completely dropping the height topic"
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"There's almost zero communication between us and Windhelm. I'm sure there wont be a shortage of work for them here.\"\n\n*She looked around. This was her first time in Riften. She found it rather cozy.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well let's not daudle at the gates. It's customary to give a little tour and such.\" He says, moving further in, \"You two!\" He says, pointing at two of his guards, \"Get the newbies acquainted with the city.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "*The two transfers were both Nords, obviously. They didn't like Ayem until she let them transfer. She was very watchful of her guards, she knew their sympathies quickly.*\n\n\"The Taller one grew up here, but things may have changed.\"\n\n*She was ready to follow, but she kept her right hand on her right sword.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"A lot can happen in a short amount of time.\" He says, \"Like Empire sympathisers hiring a Dunmer as their guard captain. I'm shocked you said yes.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"I fought in the Great War. I was a guard in Mournhold, and a thief stole a family Heirloom and I was fired because he had connections after I arrested him. We don't all hate the Empire, and for someone in my line of work, I doubt I'll have a job in *Windhelm* With that s'wit of a Jarl.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"From why I've heard Ulfric is actually fairly amicable to the Dunmer. They've got a farm, and from what I've heard the Gray Quarter is larger than it was historically.\" He says with a chuckle, \"A lot of members of the Guard were veterans of the Great War. I think a lot of the Stormcloak Rebellion is, too.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Hmph. Still dont care for him. Someone better should lead that rebellion.\"\n\n*She said, sort of blankly.*\n\n\"I fought till the end. I was a healer, at Red Ring I wore my grandfathers Ordinator helmet. I spilled more blood than I healed, and I healed a lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm guessing you think that a Dunmer should be leading the *Nord* Rebellion.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Red Ring was a blood bath from what I've heard.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Skyrim should be Independent, not for the nords.\"\n\n*She looked around a bit, there was more moisture in the air than she was used to. They were near the market, all looked well.*\n\n\"A bloodbath for nothing. To sign a treaty that could've stopped it all in the first place. Too many died to justify that war. But war is the nature of this continent. It's been called The Arena for a reason.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"And indeed that is what the Rebellion is fighting for.\" He says, \"But it is still the Nords' country, they've put their blood, sweat, and tears into this country. They've well earned it, at least in my eyes. And Ulfric has proved time and time again that he is more than competent enough to run the Rebellion.\" He sighs, \"That damned treaty. There was no reason for that coward emperor to sign that damn paper. All that bloodshed, all those dead, for nothing.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"You didn't hear that... Shout... The day it happened. He's unstable. Karthwasten proved that. But I'll take anyone over the Dominion.\"\n\n*She seemed very alert at all times. Likely just habit.*\n\n\"I heard that the Emperor didn't even fight. That it was a body double, but it sounds farfetched to me.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Torygg knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted Ulfric's challenge. He could have refused, but no, he thought that he could best Ulfric. He was a green fool.\" He says, then gets a tinge of disgust in his voice, \"There's no evidence that the Stormcloaks were responsible for the Karthwasten Massacre. It's all hearsay, and of course the Legion wants the blame to fall on them, the Stormcloaks are the only people keeping the Empire from taking over Skyrim.\" He chuckles, \"Of course the Emperor wouldn't fight, he's a coward. Why fight your own battles when you can have someone else do it.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"As you can tell, I transferred them for a reason.\"\n\n*She laughed. First time so far.*\n\n\"But you paint him like a paragon of perfection. Nobody on this continent is. Not him, not me, not you, not Tullius, and especially not that Captain in whiterun. Something about hed doesn't sit right with me. We all have little stains on our past.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I never said he was perfect, or a paragon. But there isn't a person on this continent that could bring the people of Skyrim together like he did.\" He says, \"Ah, have you met Calina? She's quite the oddity. Always talking about the good of her city and how all thieves were sent by the Daedra themselves. And then she hired one to snoop on me!\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Unsuprising. I've had correspondence with her and all of the other captains in Imperial territory. Too... Pure. I hate thievery, but not when its a crime of necessity. Career thieves, i have no sympathy for.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I agree with you on that. Her hatred of thieves is... Alarming. It's irrational and to an extremely disheartening degree.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"To uphold the law you must have discretion. She acts like a Dwemer automaton. It's either yes or no, context of the crime is ignored. A beggar stealing bread and a heist are no different. Its the same crime ro her.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods, \"Exactly.\" He says, \"I couldn't have said it better myself. Well, I might've been able to.\" He laughs, \"So, do you have any questions or concerns, my dear lady.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"You know the reputation of this place. If you catch either of those two taking bribes, send me a letter and I'll straighten them out *Personally.*\"\n\n*She laughed.*\n\n\"It's something I don't tolerate, and i hope you do the same, even with that Black-Briar money so close.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He laughs, \"Trust me, if I could have that witch tried and executed I would.\" He says in a dark but humorous tone, then switches to a mocking voice, \"*I don't believe I've ordered you to order anyone yet, have I?*\" He rolls his eyes, \"She tried telling me to not order *My own* Men. The intrepid bitch.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"You have more control than me. If she spoke to me that way, I would've cut her damn head off. I don't take anything from Tullius or Aldis. They can have their little garrison, I command *My* Guard.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Maybe I ought to, some day soon. But I have to admit it wouldn't be very wise, not without contingencies and back up plans. She has too much power, some even say the Jarl is in her pocket.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"It's an unfortunate situation, but you seem to handle it well.\"\n\n*She looked back to the gate.*\n\n\"I'll stay for the Night, it's getting late, and i can make the whole trip in a day tomorrow.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You're giving me more credit than I deserve.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Sounds like a plan. You can get a room at the Bee and Barb, unless you want to sleep in one of the cots in the barracks.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"I don't want to sleep in a Barracks ever again, I'll take a room in the Inn.\"\n\n*She had the money, of course.*\n\n\"I might walk around by the waterfront later, it seems peaceful, apart from the beggars, and the smell.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You get used to the fish smell... Eventually.\" He says, \"The waterfront is nice, though. The breeze from the lake is soothing. Keeps you grounded in reality, especially with all the chaos Riften has to offer.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"I'll see you in the morning before i go. Unless anything happens.\"\n\n*She walked away towards the Inn.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods, tapping the horn at his side, \"If I need help I'll sound off the horn, feel free to join my men if the need arises.\""
}
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{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*There was some sort of squabble happening at one of the smaller bars. Outside, a tall, pale Dunmer was lecturing a bosmer.*\n\n\"I don't care who buys you out, dear. When you stop selling my Wine, the most terrible things begin to happen. Give me back the stock, or start selling it again. Now.\"\n\n*She towered over the little Bosmer man, and the Authority she carried in her voice, not overbearing, but present.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven had heard about the dispute from Maul, but he insisted that it was probably something Maven herself should get involved with. She had just entered the bar, hearing Indroso's words. Hands behind her back, she raises her head slightly.**\n\n\"Making trouble, are we?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She stopped, and turned her head slowly.*\n\n\"Surely, you might appreciate the knowledge that this establishment would rather take bribes from *Honningbrew*, than stock either of our drinks.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She raises a brow.**\n\n\"What makes you think I wasn't already aware?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She smiled, then stared directly into the Bosmer's eyes.*\n\n\"Surely you wouldn't wish to anger *Both* Of us.\"\n\n*Her fangs were very visible and the Bosmer stared at maven. Some kind of plea for help maybe.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Her eyes gazed back. Sheer apathy. She couldn't care if he died on the spot. In fact, she would probably find a worse way to end the Bosmer.**"
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*The Bosmer spoke finally.*\n\n\"Fine! Their money isn't worth my life! Besides... My patrons were getting tired of it...\"\n\n*He was lying. This was a popular spot for Dunmer, and every since he stopped serving wine he lost business, but the bribe money was enough.*"
}
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{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She eyes up the Bosmer up and down.**\n\n\"What makes you think you've saved it? I expect we will be having a discussion, soon.\"\n\n**She glances toward Indoril.**\n\n\"If this is resolved, I believe Maul will take care of things from here.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She took her gaze of the bosmer and onto Black-Briar.*\n\n\"Yes... Bring your... Hand, in here. You can get away with it. It displeases me that I can't drain him into a husk right here.\"\n\n*She walked outside, to what was the Bars outdoor seating area. She took a Glass, and the bottle of wine she had with her at all times. She poured a drink and sat down.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven follows close behind, shooting daggers at the Bosmer, but then the same look rested on Indoril as she stepped outside, out of view and earshot of the elf.**\n\n\"You'll do nothing to anyone. Not without my permission here. Are we clear?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She frowned, but wasn't interested in conflict. She crossed her legs and took a long drink.*\n\n\"My apologies, I can get that way at times.\"\n\n*She tried not to get her body out of the shadow of her hat. It was obvious what she was.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She seats across from Indoril, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her knee.**\n\n\"Maul will take care of him. A couple days buried alive in the Riften Cemetary will remind him not to cross us.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Oho... How devious of you... I have something similar I do to miscreants... Complec and long, but they usually dont live.\"\n\n*She swirled the fluid in the glass around.*\n\n\"But to be face to face with someone so respected... Feared, it's as though Mephala has blessed you, from what i have heard.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Spare me the flattery, I'd like to get down to business.\"\n\n**She raises her head a bit.**\n\n\"You run a winery, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Yes. One of the only ones in Skyrim.\"\n\n*She spoke simply, business was business. She lifted her hat up a little to be more visible.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Such rarity would be a treat, if Nords cared about their wine.\"\n\n**Despite being a Nord herself, Maven spoke as if the Nords were some 'other'. Something that she wasn't.**\n\n\"Do you only operate in Skyrim?\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Formerly Hammerfell... There is a Vineyard in Skingrad I control... But its different... It's not the Aalto wine which can only come from the Jazbay in eastmarch. It's the best you could get... Theres obviously better.\"\n\n*She took note of her comments. Was she trying to appeal to an assumed dislike of nords? Maybe.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"I see. Widespread operations but could be wider... I could help with that.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"But of course it's not an act of Altruism.\"\n\n*She wasn't strapped for gold... She was likely just as wealthy, if not wealthier than Maven.*\n\n\"If I hadn't been exiled from Morrowind, I would have Vineyards ran by Slaves all throughout Deshaan.\"\n\n*She looked out on the street.*\n\n\"They dont care enough for Wine around here for another Vineyard to be profitable. Export costs would make me break even, at most.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"But I can offer you more than simply wine operations. I can help you forge some ties in Cyrodiil. I have plenty of Imperial connections.\"\n\n**Maven follows the gaze a moment before returning to her.**\n\n\"I only ask a few things in return.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I will hear you out.\"\n\n*The nature of her existence made her own anonymity important. Anything regarding these \"Connections\" Would have to go through her steward in Skingrad.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"A mutual agreement. I grant you the protection and security of the Rift, including the ability to utilize the Thieves Guild to... Benefit you. If needed. And I help forge you connections to Cyrodiil\"\n\n**Maven uncrosses her legs.**\n\n\"In return, you will return favors of equal value to me.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Hm.\"\n\n*She thought. Thought, staring to her glass.*\n\n\"I suppose that will do. Honningbrew... I will have one of my servants \"Infiltrate\". It is mutually beneficial to see them Perish.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"One last thing... I'd like to pool our resources in setting up a backup meadery.\"\n\n**She glanced toward the direction of her meadery.**\n\n\"I've had it threatened multiple times. Losing it would be... Inconvenient.\""
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"I can offer a few of my servants for construction. They dont tend to behave very enthusiastically, but they work hard. Keep their contact with the general public to a Minimum.\"\n\n*She looked back up at her.*\n\n\"And of course, a bit of gold.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*A print shop. Owned by Valeria Curio. Rumour had it, the great granddaughter of Crassius Curio. Or maybe just a common name. But reports had been plaguing the guards about \"Suspicious activity\". But it was in a somewhat wealthier area, and perhaps it was just overcautious nobles. But it was still worth investigating.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He steps into the shop, taking a look around, inspecting the stock and whatnot. \"Nice place you got here.\" He says, \"Never got a chance to actually take a look around, I do remember hearing about the opening, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*A small argonian was seated behind a counter. She wasn't in a maid dress but it was kind of evident what the purpose of her being there was. There were a few other customers.In a case by the counter was a book. The First Edition of the Lusty Argonian Maid. But most of the books here were normal. The sound of a printing press methodically whirring came from the back room, and a conversation could be heard upstairs. A woman and a man. You couldn't hear it clearly.*\n\n\"Huh? Oh. Welcome... You... You're new here?\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"To the shop, yes. Riften, no.\" He says, approaching the counter, \"Riften Guard Captain Regulus Verus, I need to speak to the owner.\" His tone is serious and unwavering, \"Now, preferably.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The argonians pupils narrowed and she stood up.*\n\n\"Oh... Oh um yes! Of course! Just a moment.\"\n\n*She went upstairs and got the Owner.*"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She came down. She had on a red dress and a circlet. But she had a sly look at all times. She was holding a book. Feyfolken. The other voice which they heard wasn't present.*\n\n\"Is something the matter?\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"There have been reports of suspicious activity, I'll need to take a look around your business to make sure nothing is amiss.\" He says, \"I assume you have no issue giving me a tour of the place?\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*You could see in her eyes her going over everything in her head.*\n\n\"Yes, Yes that's fine. Moka... Please stay at the counter.\"\n\n*She set the copy of Feyfolken down on the counter and opened the little door up.*\n\n\"Come through please.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods, following, \"So you do printing here? Making books and whatnot?\" He asks, \"Don't see a lt of printing presses in Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She opened the door into the back room. A khajiit and an imperial were working the presses.*\n\n\"I originally printed in Balmora. I'm sure you know who my great grandfather was. Perverted genius.\"\n\n*She moved to the presses showing them off.*\n\n\"Feyfolken has been popular recently, but Crassius' works are always profitable. I'm sure you know why.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm familiar.\" He says. He might've even met him, he couldn't remember, though. \"Feyfolken... That's the one about the Quill, right? A supposed artifact of Vile?\""
}
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{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*There really wasnt anything blatantly out of the ordinary so far.\n\n\"Supposed. I believe it is fiction though.\"\n\n*She moved to show a neatly stacked cube of books.*\n\n\"They make paper in Falkreath. It's comparatively cheap to make compared to other places. Especially Morrowind. It's a better setup here in Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Why set up in Riften?\" He asks, \"Certainly it would be cheaper to have the shop in Falkreath. You'd save on delivery costs that way.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"Property is cheaper here than the other major cities. Falkreath is too small to turn a profit. I did a great deal of research.\"\n\n*She turned, walking towards the door.*\n\n\"Some sort of cult makes most of the paper, if that's of any interest to you.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Could be, might check that out.\" He says, \"Let's keep going, I'll need to see the whole place before checking anything else.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She opened it and turned up the stairs. Some small paintings were on the wall here. There was a small closet. She opened it. It was dark inside but it looked to be mostly miscellaneous crates and some brooms. She continued into the office. A skinny dunmer with glasses was sat in a chair.*\n\n\"A local author.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "As he walks he scans the rooms, he's seen his fair share of fronts, so he knows how they would hide something suspicious. \"Glad to see you uplisfting the local talent.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*He was quiet, but there were tons of papers layed out on the table. But it was just actual writing. Truth be told, nothing illicit actually happened here. It was just a way to launder money.*\n\n\"I trust everything is up to code then?\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm not completely convinced you're innocent, but there's nothing overt.\" He says, still somewhat suspicious, the Curios were well associated with House Hlaalu, and Hlaalu was known for being shady"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She feigned shock in a very sarcastic way.*\n\n\"Me? I'm almost offended... How the world has looked down on us since the Red Year...\"\n\n*She switched her tone to something more serious.*\n\n\"What did you expect to find here?\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"That's for me to know.\" He says, anyone with two braincells to rub together would know he was on the lookout for a skooma lab"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"Storehouse at the docks.\"\n\n*She said, blankly. She waited for him to inquire further so she could know how much she needed to say.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"And what will I find there?\" He asks, a quizzical look on his face. His hand almos instictively rests on the pommel of his blade"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"I think we could have a very fruitful agreement, take your hand off that sword, and we can cut a deal.\"\n\n*She leaned on the wall.*\n\n\"There was once a city... Ruled by an Old Witch. There was a Queen... But tied to that Queen... Strings. And when the Witch pulled the Queens strings, she turned a blind eye to all the crime and scum below...\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Maven's the Witch and Jarl Laila the Queen?\" A rhetorical question, he knew he was on the money, \"What can you do that I can't?\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"I unfortunately happen to be a String.\"\n\n*She looked up towards the ceiling for a moment before looking back at him.*\n\n\"Cheap Skooma kills. She favors amateurs that lick her boots.\"\n\n*She was very methodical with what she was saying. She did plan to admit herself soon but only when she was confident.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"And I assume you're too good to sell cheap stuff and lick her boots.\" He says, \"I assume you use fresh moon sugar? Proper stills and the like to make sure it's pure?\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"It's not Balmora Blue, but it's pretty close. Sort of a cyan color... Fresh sugar, triple distilled. Strong, mildly addictive, and won't drive you mad.\"\n\n*She smirked.*\n\n\"Even could help a hardcore addict get clean.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'd like to see before believing.\" He says,\"Shall we? I'm not going alone.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She stopped leaning, and grabbed a cloak from a hanger.*\n\n\"I don't want to be seen with you... No offense.\"\n\n*She turned, walking down the stairs.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Feeling's mutual.\" He says, following, \"I've a reputation to maintain.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*They left. It was the evening. A cold one at that.*\n\n\"Maintaining a reputation? With the Guild? Don't act as though you don't break bread with them. I'm smarter than that.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Actually I don't anymore. Maven cut that tie.\" He says quietly, \"Get my outside assistance from other groups, now.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"Then I won't ask anymore questions.\"\n\n*The docks werent too far. They'd reach the warehouse. Locked. She didn't have the key.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"So how do we get in.\" He asks, \"Secret knock?\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"You have good legs?\"\n\n*He was meant to kick it down. It was old wood, and wet from it being on the docks.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"So do you just break the door down every time? Put up a brand new breakable door everytime?\" He says, turning around and mule-kicking the door open"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"This isnt my storehouse.\"\n\n*The door hit the ground.*\n\n\"I've only been in here once.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"So then whose is it?\" He asks, unsure what he got himself into"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"Low grade traffickers. Maven's favorite's.\"\n\n*She drew her shortsword.*\n\n\"They heard us.\"\n\n*There was someone coming up the stairs. A shirtless nord came up. He had on goggles at least. But he really should have been wearing a mask.\n\n\"Who in oblivion are you two?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He draws his blade, \"You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She was in a fighting stance but it wasn't the greatest. She wasn't trained. The nord pulled his axe off his hip and charged at Regulus.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Then pay with your blood!\" He shouts, using his sica to redirect the axe away from him, then kicks the nord to the ground. He places his foot on the nords back, pressing the tip to his neck, \"So, miss. Is the a covert operation or a real den crackdown.\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"The first piece of a grander puzzle.\"\n\n*She looked around. Crates of raw moon sugar... They walked downstairs, their nostrils were filled with a sickeningly sweet smell. Cookware was laid out in a crude manner.*\n\n\"It's barbaric.\"\n\n*On the other side of the room were crates. Bottles of Skooma. Low grade. An almost reddish purple.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He strikes the nord in the back of the head with his pommel, knocking them out. He enters the warehouse, \"Moon sugar, probably spoiled. Cheaper to obtain but makes for a worse product.\" He moves further in, \"I'll call my boys over soon, have this place cleaned out.\""
}
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{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She returned to Regulus.*\n\n\"But it's just one string of the puppeteer. There's two other groups in the Area, one of which she doesn't control. This warehouse... It's linked to another operation in the wilderness... Making vile cheap swill for the masses to use and drive themselves mad.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm aware of at least one. Redwater Den, I believe they call it.\" He says, \"That one's out in the forest. What's the other one.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"It's called Cragslane cavern i believe. They cook and store more of it there. Guarded by common bandits. It's a large operation though... I would suggest getting some help. Maybe that cult? They're good fighters.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Why would I hire a cult for that? I'm a guard captain, I have guards.\" He says, \"Either my guard or people I know I can rely on, not some backwater cult.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"Your guards dont have the best reputation for not taking bribes. Or their courage. How you control them now is beyond me, but as soon as Maven hears about this, she wont be happy. You need outside eyes.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I have my methods.\" He says, \"And plenty of outside contacts, some owe me favors, others need a bit of... Persuasion.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "*She smirked.*\n\n\"That's the Regulus I had heard about. Get all of this slop destroyed. No point in even redistilling it.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You'll want to get out of here before the guard show up.\" He unhooks the horn from his belt, \"I'll give you a headstart.\""
},
{
"author": "Valeria Curio",
"message": "\"Appreciated. I'm sure our future... Encounters... Will prove fruitful.\"\n\n*She turned, putting her hood up and leaving.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He blows the horn. Riften guard move to his position, \"Take that worm away and get rid of this shit.\" He says, leaning on the doorway, \"I don't want a single grain of moonsugar left.\""
}
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{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Katrellis opens a large sack, restocking the leeks, potatoes, and carrots. So far she has sold quite a good amount of produce from her family's farm. She places the last row of carrots, ties up the sack, and pulls it back behind her stand, waiting patiently for the next customer.*"
},
{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": "*Katrellis opens a large sack, restocking the leeks, potatoes, and carrots. So far she has sold quite a good amount of produce from her family's farm. She places the last row of carrots, ties up the sack, and pulls it back behind her stand, waiting patiently for the next customer.* ( \n\n*Into the marketplace came a short person argonian lady wearing a nice large comfy dress.*"
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"Fine produce, fresh from the field!\" *She holds her hands out to her stall, a colorful assortment of vegetables, grain, and dairy.* \"All grown right here in The Rift!\""
},
{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": "*Erh walked up to the merchant and pulled out a purse* \"Could i get; two dozen chicken eggs? And a gallon of milk and assorted veggies and fruties. If ya'd be so kind\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"Sure thing ma'am.\" *Carefully she places eggs, fruit, and veggies into a small sack. She then retrieves the milk from under a covered cart.* \"That will be 35 gold, off on an adventure?\""
}
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{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": "*Katrellis's eyes go wide. Never has a customer paid with a gold bar instead of septims.* \"Uh... I... Wow! This is a first!\"\n\n\"Keep the rest!\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"If I may ask,\" *She pauses and wipes her hands nervously on her trousers.* \"How did you come across this? I've explored many caves here in the Rift and never found gold.\""
},
{
"author": "Erh-Deesei Canilures",
"message": "\"Well you know mining smelting all that nice jazz!\"\\"
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"You have quite the smithing skills milady!\" *Katrellis bows her head in respect.* \"It's close to closing time. I can meet you at the stables after taking the produce home. Grab my gear and you could show me where you find your ore?\" *She starts pulling sacks from the cart behind her, each labeled with the name of corresponding item.*"
},
{
"author": "officaldeadaccount",
"message": "\"Uhhh... Maybe we can go get some mead at the tavern??\""
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"Sorry if I frightened you.\" *She quickly puts her hand to her chest.* \"I forget how outgoing I can be. That's fine with me, Pa wanted me to drop off a delivery to Keerava after work.\""
}
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{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "The marketplace was especially busy today. All the stalls were surrounded by beings of many races, haggling and bargaining to get the best prices possible. At the edge of Madesi's jewelry stall stood a tall Breton man, a group of nord women around him. Steps sauntered over, turning on her charm. \"Well hello there handsome.\" She said in a sickly sweet voice. \"Buying a ring for your lady?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He made his way through crowd, blending in perfectly, thanks to the modifications to his appearance he looks like the average Nord, if not a bit shorter. He walks through, weaving through the large groups of people, till he was in place"
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "The Breton seemed startled at first by the lizard, but her charm was infectious. \"I don't have a lady.\" He says, moving in closer to her. Steps puts her hand on his chest, moving up until she's resting it on his cheek. \"Well then, how about you buy one for me, my love?\" A blush crept across the man's face, and all his focus was on the argonian. He seemed to stop paying attention to the world around him."
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He grimaces, lying to a lady? Unforgivable, especially lying *About* A lady. He slips his knife into his hand, holding the side to his palm, then pouring poison onto it, the thick mixture clinging to the blade, waiting for the right moment... Then *STAB*, slipping the blade into the man's side, the paralysis poison taking immediate affect, his body stiff as a board, wiht a dumb look on his face, Adrian hid the blade back into it's sheath, then moved quickly through the crowd as the man dropped to the ground, waiting for the people to notice"
}
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{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "Moving with the crowd he goes back toward the corpse of the man he just killed, feigning surprise, he speaks of \"Divines! What happened here?\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Good timing as always. \"S-someone killed him! My love! He's dead!\" Steps said in between faked sobs. She clung to Adrian, making the scene all the more believable as the dumb guards began running frantically toward the perceived murderer. \"I managed to swipe a couple tokens off him.\" Steps whispered. \"You want anything?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He stifles some laughter, \"What'd you find on him?\" He whispers, gesturing for them to walk and talk as they get out of the area"
}
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{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "The knight with well worn armor was around the marketplace, simply away from the crowded pathways. He was reading a book he had recently bought. It was simply known as the Guide to Riften. It went over the basics of Riften, and gave a clear explanation of the city as what some sort history. He however, knew that this city was not one to have your coin purse out in the open. His was tightly wrapped around his waste, and he had added some more string to make it harder to easily cut. \n\nThanks to a Bosmer whom he had recently been traveling with. He was simply shopping after the bounty they turned into one of the guards. A spriggan was causing trouble no far from the walls. Attacking some of the guards and travelers whom happened to travel not far off of the road. With help from this Bosmer, he had worked with her to kill the spriggan and split the rather high bounty between them. For now, the knight simply read the book while some eyes were on him. He did stick out like a sore thumb."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She had not been with this man for long. But she glad she bumped into him when she did, she would have had such a hard time trying to kill that spriggan, but with his efforts and him being very agressive while she had it distracted. They made short work of it. Isha was not far, looking at a ring she bought for somebody special. Whom she had not seen for a long while. The two seemed to make a great team, but she was unsure if their partnership would last very long. It was clear he was here for something else."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "Regulus was making his rounds. It was mostly small talk, but since he was working the Marketplace he'd also stop thefts when the time came. Much to the surprise of those who'd claim him to be nothing but a two-bit criminal. He'd stop at Madesi's shop for some time, talking with the Saxhleel, he even bought a ring from him, paying full price and everything. He'd continue his rounds"
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "While all seemed right, this city would never be fully crime free. A thief would dash past the crowd and would swipe Isha's necklace right out of her hand and make a break for it."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha was gazing at the necklace, only for her to have it quickly yanked out of her hands and a man running through the crowd.\n\n\"Hey!\" She yelled and called out."
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "The knight looked up from his book and saw the Bosmer pointing a finger at a man running away. It didn't take long for him to piece together that her necklace was stolen. Not wanting her money to get wasted or a necklace to be stolen, he dropped the book and began to run after the thief. Despite him being in armor, he seemed pretty fast, Pushing past the crowd and even gaining some ground on the thief."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The thief looked back and saw a man in full armor chasing him, and was gaining closer to him. He got a little worried but would hop off the railing, gracefully landing onto the next level in order to make his way to the Ratway, with this knight giving chase."
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "Regulus was already on his way towards the Ratways, knowing where the thief would move, they always went toward the Ratways. 2 Guards would be standing at the entrance, as Regulus had signalled them to move"
},
{
"author": "Riften Guard",
"message": "\"Not so fast, Thief.\" One of the 2 would say"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"End of the line.\" He says with a grin"
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The thief was suprised but he looked at Regulus, almost as if he had reconized him.\n\n\"R-\" Before he could finish his sentence, he would be pushed and get pinned by the knight. Whom had him into an elbow lock."
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "He had the thief pinned and ripped the necklace from his hands.\n\"Lousy scum...\" He gritted his teeth."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She soon caught on, and got her necklace back. \n\"Good work.\" She said to the guards, yet a part of her found this... Somewhat not right."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Stealing the necklace off that girl, have you no honor!\" He says, revelling in it, just a little, \"Sorry about that, lass.\" He turns to his the guards, \"Take him away.\""
},
{
"author": "Riften Guard",
"message": "\"Yes sir!\" The guards salute and take the thief away to the prison"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"My utmost apologies, it's shockingly hard to get this city to turn a new leaf. The corruption runs deep, or so I hear.\" He says, \"Is this your first time here? I think I'd recognize a lass like you, or a lad with such taste in steel,\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha had been to Riften a few times, more of to gather supplies or turn in bounties. \n\"I've been here a few times, but never really spent a lot of time in the town. Bounty Hunter mostly.\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "\"First time in the city, not the most greatest first welcome. But I guess you can't have it be perfect.\" He commented and walked back a bit.\n\nElroy was much like Isha, from what she told. Even the guard could be questioned, but it wasn't assured if the guard were being payed off. More of a small rumor from other travelers. Still, the thief was stopped and Isha's necklace recovered."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well I'm sorry your first visit had to be like that.\" He says, \"You have any questions?\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She didn't like Riften much, the stink, the people, and the whole vibe of the place did not suit her. It was a intoxicating feeling, one that made Isha unconfortable to be in. It was sad, such a beautiful forest and landscape with a bad shit-stain of a city to plague it.\n\n\"None from me, but thanks again.\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "He shook his head.\n\"All I want is for this low-life to never see the sun and feel it's warmth. I hope he gets thrown in for a long time.\" He looked down at the thief, if there was one thing that boiled his blood it was thieves. They reminded him too much of the people that broke into his family home. Cloaked, armed with daggers, and nimble."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"He *Will* See the sun again.\" He says, \"One failed attempt at stealing a necklace isn't going to destroy his life. We'll offer him rehabilitation and find him somewhere to work, so he doesn't have to steal to survive.\" He smiles, \"Unlike other cities, we're forgiving, we understand what hard times can do.\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "He crossed his arms.\n\"So you say, in my eyes if they keep at it. Better for them to rot away in a cell then given another chance. Some people can't change, or aren't willing to change their nature...\" He glared \n\n\"But it's your city... If you want to let thieves get a free cozy room... Be my guest, I'll be sure to leave a good review on the updated Guide to Riften.\" He scoffed, already not liking this sleezy man.\n\nHe probably stole the uniform from the real captain and nobody gave a shit."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She sighed.\n\n\"Just let it go, we got my necklace. He's already been taken care of...\" She got closer. Knowing that Elroy was rather stubborn."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Have you *Been* In a cell, boy? It's not exactly a tavern bedroom.\" He says, \"And clearly you haven't been around thieves very often, ones who do it just to do it are few and far between, the way I see it the real criminals are the ones who think life imprisonment and execution are the right way to deal with thieves.\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "\"I'm guessing you probably stole that uniform, pfft. This city, Home of the Thieves Guild. No wonder people have to keep stuff locked up and noses clean. If they're so hungry, why not get a job like the rest of us. Do something instead of stealing something that isn't theirs so they can spend their ill gotten gains on nothing but skooma or whatever people are damaging their bodies with.\" He stepped closer, not backing down."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She groaned.\n\"Both of you stop it. Come on, let's get out of here before another thief steals from us. It's not worth the debate...\" She tugged Elroy by his shoulder plate."
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "He ignored her for a bit and glared at Regulus.\n\n\"Might do a world a favor if Riften burnt down as long with all of the other scum that live with in it. Good riddance.\" He commented."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Why do you think we rehabilitate them? Are you stupid or something? They think stealing is their only choice because they were children and couldn't work. They grow up doing it and it's all they know. We arrest them, and then help them get work so they don't need to steal.\" He says, a bit of seriousness in his tone, as well as a tinge of annoyance, since he really does think the knight is stupid, \"Now you should listen to the lass and get out of my sight before you do something you'll regret.\""
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "Rage, anger, his blood began to boil.\n\nHe balled up a fist, he was going to sock this coy bastard."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha was quick to react, despite only knowing him for a week. She didn't want to see him get killed or thrown in prison. She could tell he was very emotional, she didn't know what or why. But she knew that something happened that made him so easily angry for thieves and other criminals.\n\nShe would grab his metal gauntlet and give it a tug."
},
{
"author": "Elroy Fayrin",
"message": "He looked down at her, he could tell in her eyes this was her attempt to make him not do what he wanted to do. Hell, it would be easy. Just a simply slash on his neck and the guards looked to be a bit chubby, they were tense but Elroy could have easily kill them to. But where would it get them? Nowhere.\n\nHe sighed. Turning away from the man and walking away.\n\n\"I'll be outside the gates, we'll make way for Whiterun.\" He told Isha before making his way ahead."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She gave a nod and waited for a bit.\n\"I'm sorry for his attitude, he's... Well something happened to him. He is a very kind man, just not to you I guess.\" She shrugged."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Something's happened to all of us.\" He says, \"Now if you excuse me I'm going to go enjoy a glass of wine, I have one of the last bottles of it in existence apparently, from High Rock, good stuff, shame about what happened to that family.\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She raised a brow.\n\"Uh huh...\" She nodded, not really sure what he meant.\n\nBut for now, she went back with Elroy after the heated discussion with the Guard Captain. Elroy would maybe avoid Riften all together."
}
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{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "*Just get in and out*, he told himself. Thorn wasn't one for big crowds. Or small crowds either, for that matter. He desperately needed some animal feed because he was running very low on his supply. He also should probably get vegetables to bring back home to make sure he would be able to eat. \n\n\"In and out,\" He mumbled to himself, eyes cast to the ground as he approached the mass of shouting people and loud conversations."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He was making his usual rounds through the Marketplace, making sure nobody was pickpocketed, or if they were that they get their belongings back. Muggings and robberies were as common here as they are the other cities, the Guild helps a bit with that, making the crime more *Organized*, but that didn't stop certain upstarts from trying to muscle into their territory, they never last long."
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "Thorn walked with his head down and shoulders hunched, trying his best to seem insignificant and small to the rest of the crowd. His eyes were glued to his feet as he walked slowly forward, his heart racing as he looked around for a stall he could shop at for the things he needs. \n\n\"Animal feed, animal feed,\" He muttered to himself to remind him that this trip was beyond worth it. \"Oh, and food for you,\" He added as if it was an afterthought."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A cowled man bumps into Thorndroth. It seems normal at first but the familiar weight of a coin-purse suddenly vanishes from his hip. And then a long whistling sound goes through the air. And then a thud"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He restrains the man, knee planted in the center of the cowled man's back, blade restraining his hand, he whispers something in the man's ear, quiet enough that nobody hears it. A pair of guards approach, and take the man away"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "Thorn's ear perked upwards, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned around quickly, eyes wide in terror at the display. He backed up fearfully, accidentally bumping into another person.\n\n\"Sorry,\" He mumbles, scooting forward again as to get out of her personal bubble. He stared at the man who apprehended the thief, his head spinning and making him dizzy. This is the last time he was *Ever* Coming into town."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He picks up the coin purse and hands it to Thorn, \"You alright, boy? You look like you're about to collapse.\" He asks, \"It was just a pickpocket, not like he was gonna kill you.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Sorry,\" He whispered, holding the leather pouch as tight as he could. His eyes couldn't meet the other man's, his heart still beating like a drum against his ribs. His hands trembled Ashe clutched the coin purse, the metal clinking together as he shook. \"Thank you.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He sighs, sheathing his blade, \"You didn't answer my question, lad.\" He says, taking a knee to be eye level with the Bosmer, \"You should get that checked out, you look like you're about to have a heart attack.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He backed up as the man kneeled, casting his eyes to the side again. \"I'm okay,\" Thorn mumbled, trying to regulate his heart rate and his breathing. \"Just... Just scared,\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I can tell lad. Anything I can do to help you not be?\" He says, \"Don't want you dyin on me.\" He seems to have a morbid sense of humor, \"Pace your breaths some, breathe in for 10 seconds, then out for 10 seconds.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He obeyed the man's instruction, breathing in and out very slowly. His heart began to slow back down to a calm pace, his head not longer spinning. \"Thank you,\" He said quietly, still not looking at the man, \"I'm sorry, I lost myself,\" He mumbled."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I noticed.\" He says with a chuckle, \"You'll be alright, lad. What'd you come to Riften, for?\" He asks, standing back up, his armor clinking and clanking a bit."
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"I came for... Um...\" He racked his brain, trying desperately to remember what he had come to Riften for. \"Uhh... I...Can't remember,\" I told him softly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You should consider writing it down.\" He says, \"But that's hindsight.\" He chuckles a bit, \"I'd try to help you remember, but there's a lot here to buy, so, that won't be much help\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Animal feed!\" He blurted, immediately covering his mouth after shouting. \"Sorry,\" He apologized quickly, \"I was buying animal feed.\"\n\nHe glanced up at the man, swallowing thickly. \"Thank you,\" Hi mumbled."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You'll want to talk to Marise Aravel, then. She has a stall just over there,\" He says pointing to her stand, \"She should have a few sacks of feed, straight from her farm. Oh, and word of advice, if you see a ginger haired nord peddling goods that sound like they're too good be to true, they are. Don't listen to him.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Thank you,\" Thorn smiled, making eye contact with the man, trying to prove he genuinely appreciated it."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Just doin my job.\" He says, \"Unless you need more help, I'll be returning to my patrol. Gimme a shout if you need anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"I had another question,\" He said quickly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"What is it?\" He asks politely, turning around"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He inhaled and exhaled softly, trying to put his words together. \"I... I need... Help,\" He choked out, wringing his hands nervously."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods, \"Aye, I figured, I assume you want me to talk to her for you?\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Yes,\" He mumbled, still wringing his lithe hands. \"I... I don't think I can,\" Thorn spoke meekly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He chuckles, approaching the stand, \"Marise, lass, how are you?\" He asks, after a bit of a back and forth of small talk he gets to the point, \"This lad over here needs some feed for his animals. I'm afraid the boy is a bit shy, so I'm ordering it for him.\" He says, they talk a bit more, and he grabs one of the feed bags, \"Lad, if you don't mind, could you give the lady her money? It's only 30 septims.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He quickly grabbed onto the end of his coin purse, emptying it into his hands. He counted out 30 (about the entire amount he had in there) and offered it out to Marise, keeping his eyes down as he did so."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He turns to the lad, \"You think you can carry this back to your home?\" He asks, \"It's quite heavy.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"I don't know if I can,\" Thorn sighed, looking up at the man. \"I'm sorry to ask... Could you help?\" He said softly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He chuckles, \"It's no problem\" He says, \"Lead the way.\" He says, gesturing for Thorn to start walking"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"It's outside the gate,\" Thorn said quietly, twiddling his thumbs. \"Is that ok?\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It's no problem at all, lad.\" He says, adjusting the sack on his shoulder, \"What's got you so anxious anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"What do you mean?\" He asked quizzically, his head tilting in confusion. \"I'm... I'm not anxious...\" He muttered, tugging on his fingers."
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Buddy, you look like a gust of wind could knock you over. Like the prospect of talking to a stranger in a bustling marketplace is as scary as facing off against a troll.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "Thorn huffed and remained quiet, the tips of his ears burning red in embarrassment. *It is that scary*, he thought to himself, absentmindedly playing with the loose cloth of his shirt."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You should look into getting something enchanted with Courage.\" He says, \"That should help with your fear.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"I don't go around people enough to have any need for it,\" Thorn sighed, scratching his arm awkwardly. \"It's just... People are such a *Pain*, you know?\" He asked softly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"They're not so bad once you get to know em.\" He says, \"Trust me, I've seen the worst of em, being Guard Captain and all.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He turned back and looked at the man and smiled softly, \"What did you say that your name was?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Oh, I never introduced myself. I'm Captain Regulus Verus.\" He says, \"I'd do a fancy bow, but I'm carrying a sack of feed.\" He chuckles"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Wow a strong Captain is helping me,\" He offered playfully, grinning at Regulus. \"I'm Thorndroth Applehollow but just Thorn is fine.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Pleasure to meet you, Thorn.\" He says, \"How far out is your homestead?\" He asks, moving the feed bag to his other shoulder"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Not far, it's a bit out of the way, over this way,\" He said with a point, continuing to lead the captain up to his secluded farm. \"It's more calm out here. Better for me and my animals,\" He hummed fondly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods and follows, \"What kind of livestock are you raising?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "His ears perked up in excitement at the question, smiling at Regulus. \"I have one cow, two chickens, and sometimes a really sweet bird that I named Whistle will come by,\" He said with obvious giddy excitement."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Big into animals, eh?\" He says with a chuckle, \"Well go on, tell me everything about em, not like I've got anything going on.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"My cow's name is Maribel, she's an awful sweet little thing. Well I say little but she's kind of big. I have 2 hens named Berta and Alga. They really like each other, always preening each other and whatnot. They're very sweet little creatures, very calm and kind. I like to think I taught them to be like that,\" He rambled, excitedly. The hill slightly inclined, a small, wooden house being barely visible in the golden and orange leaves. \"Almost there.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods as he listens, \"I've always had respect for farmers and the like, growing crops and raising animals that we need to survive.\" He says, \"Always wondered what it would be like to work on a farm,\" He continues, \"But I was a city kid, raised on and by the streets.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"It's hard work but very worth it,\" Thorn smiles, twiddling his thumbs. \"We're here now, you can drop the feed anywhere, you've helped me plenty. Thank you,\" He smiled."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He places the seed bag next to the door, \"One last thing before I go,\" He says, unsheathing his blade, it's odd shape would catch the eye, almost a normal blade, but towards the middle of the blade it makes a 45 degree angle, he walks toward the door, on the left of the frame he etches a symbol into the wood, a diamond with two overlapping circles in the center. He wipes any wood dust off the tip and placing his blade back into the scabbard."
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "Thorn's heart dropped as he watched the captain unsheathe his sword, panic settling in as he envisioned his own death. He flinched as Regulus carved a symbol into his door frame, letting out a breath he hadn't know he was holding. \"What does that mean?\" He whispered."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It's a Shadowmark. The Thieves Guild uses the mto communicate about certain buildings. They're everywhere. I just so happen to know them, and use them when I need to.\" He grins, \"Your home is officially protected. Guild members won't steal from you, and will punish any thieves who do.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Oh, thank you,\" He said politely. He paused for a beat, \"Are you a part of the guild?\" He asked quietly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Not in the slightest. I've been trying to bring them down. Can't seem to find them though.\" He says, a partial truth. \"Managed to get my hand on a not that defines the shadowmarks, though, so unless they change them soon, I can use them whenever I want.\""
}
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{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"That's very clever!\" Thorn exclaimed, smiling at the man. \"All this time I've been nervous of going into town but now that *You're* There I might not be,\" He says softly. His ears flicked up, his face red, \"Not in a weird way or anything!\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I get it, it's my natural charm, isn't it.\" He says with a laugh, \"I know what you mean, don't worry about it.\" He grins, \"Well, I suppose I should get out of your hair.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Is there anything I could do to repay you? I just feel bad that you went out of your way for me and I didn't offer anything in return,\" He said, looking up at the man. \"Name whatever you need, I promise I'll repay you,\" He spoke earnestly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Maybe I'll come up with somethin later down the line, maybe I won't.\" He says, \"No need to worry about paying me back right away.\" He continues, \"It's my good deed of the day.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Well, I really appreciate all of your help. Thank you so much,\" He smiled warmly."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He nods, giving a wave, \"You have a good rest of your day.\" He says, walking back toward the gates of Riften"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"You too, he called out after him, examining the etching Regulus had left. \"*Shadowmark*, huh?\" He mumbled, tracing the mark with his fingers."
}
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{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**The Black-Briar struts through the market, back straight, eyes gazing. She had just been informed of some news regarding a certain Dark Elf, and needless to say, she is not pleased. One could see it in her step. That is, if one were brave enough to lay their gaze on Maven for more than a momentary acknowledgement. It was as though what little liveliness that existed in Riften was sapped away when she was near. Either out of respect, or fear. To the average Riften citizen, however, it was certainly the latter. Her prestine boots were tended well, almost shining as though as new as the day she bought them. Her countenance, visibly aged and crows feet curling from her the corners of her eyes, was seldom hidden under the cosmetics that brushed her features.**\n\n**She simply browsed. It wasn't that she had any interest in anything here; she could buy out every stall in this market if she truly wanted something from these rabble. It was a common ritual she did. A reinstatement of her authority to Riften. To those who know her power, it was a reminder; I'm in charge, and I'm aware of what goes on. Like a Jarl that wanders from his Keep rarely to appear important and relevant to the citizens, Maven did so to appear as a predator, stalking agitators and noncompliance.**"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He had just finished purchasing a few Alchemical ingredients. He never spent too long in the city, too many Argonians. \n\nHe had a presence to him, it didn't carry the degree of notoriety which Maven had, but moreso just... Power. Nobody dared make fun of his high heeled boots. He shot a glance at Maven, he'd heard of this woman before, even if he'd never seen her. But he felt he was better than her.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She had just finished looking through Brand-Shei's goods... Her glance at Brand-Shei making a statement to him, though invisible. This was the Dark Elf she was displeased with. Sometime soon, action should be taken, but for now, she turned on her heel and began to walk out of the market, before catching the glimpse of the other Dark Elf that was present.**\n\n**She had heard of a new arrival in Riften. She always eventually heard. She began to study him right there. Not your average refugee. He looked far too... Put together. Someone of mild importance, at the least.**\n\n\"Do you need something of me?\" **Maven asks bluntly. Though her tone was a bit more relaxed than usual with bothersome strangers, it still carried a certain bite.**"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"You're the one I've heard such horror stories of. I'm a bit disappointed.\"\n\n*He said this without a hint of hesitation, knowing what she could do. He simply did not care.*\n\n\"It does well to know of the Nobility that truly rule the hold you live in.\"\n\n*People in the marketplace were staring at him for even having the gall to speak to her like this. It was as though he had a deathwish.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**The market was still. It seemed every talk in the square had decreased an octive; open talks lowered to low mutters, and the rumblings of secrets turned into whispers. If he was perceptive, Indras could possibly feel a few more gazes against him. People pretended to go about their business, but those who bore witness couldn't keep their gaze off it.**\n\n**Maven, however, levels a measured response; a simple quirk of the brow, the corner lifting just a tad, as if to question whether this was a tactic against her, or simply stupidity.**\n\n\"I don't believe you know me in the slightest. And if you did, your response would be... Controlled.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He laughed.*\n\n\"Oho! You're exactly as I've heard... I can see it behind those eyes. Shock, that someone isn't sucking up to you.\"\n\n*He smirked. He was toying with her. Crows began to Caw, as if laughing. There were a lot of crows in the marketplace today... On the stalls, on the edges of roofs...*\n\n\"Go ahead, put a little bite in your voice. I know it isn't in that swill that comes from the brewery, I've had better in *Gnisis* And thats saying something.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**This time, things were silent, beyond the ravens in the area. A few guards were casually shifting their posts a bit closer to where Maven and Indras stood.**\n\n**Maven finally relaxes her brow. There was little advantage for this person to disturb Maven. At least, its not immediately discernable. She simply concludes stupidity. The bite seems to subside; what replaces it is pity.**\n\n\"Son...\" **Maven says, despite the fact that this elf is possibly older than she is. You never know with elves,** \"I truly think you have no idea what you're doing. Go into the Bee And Barb. Have Keerava get you a few drinks. Black-Briar Mead, free of charge.\"\n\n**She eyes him up again, trying to get a full understanding of what she was dealing with here. It didn't take much to realize that Maven was attempting to give Indras an 'out'.**\n\n\"We can pretend that this... Exchange... Was simply a result of excess drinking. A little mistake from an addled mind. Then, once you've sobered up... Start again.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Mrs. Black-Briar, I wouldn't drink *Anything* Here. Not even for free, except maybe that Indoril wine from the Vineyard to the north.\"\n\n*This was the Great Telvanni pastime of annoying and disrespecting people. If she knew anything, she'd see the banner over his Groin and know what it meant. That his arrogance couldn't be contained.*\n\n\"I don't believe you understand who *You* Are talking to. Send your little Dark Brotherhood, please, I'd love to see how they compare to the Morag Tong, I've had enough writs on my head from Rival Magisters to deal with some Assasin upstart.\"\n\n*How did he know that? Rumors? Maybe, or through scrying. He had done quite a lot of research to solely make someone mad. He was trying to break her. \n\nThe only noise in the marketplace now were the Crows.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Her expression was rigid, unmoving, unchanging, as the old woman is.**\n\n\"Is this... Compensation? What are you trying to prove? Who are you proving it to? Yourself? Because I assure you, you are not the first upstart to cross paths with me, nor will you be the last.\"\n\n**Maven seemed unimpressed, or unphased, by the comment about the Dark Brotherhood. It wasn't much of a secret.**"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I wanted to see you squirm, though maybe we aren't too different. I expected a different outcome from what I've heard, though, perhaps I had the wrong read on you. I wouldn't expect you to know what we Telvanni do for fun, I tried annoying one of those Shatter-Shields once... Can't go back to Windhelm for a while. Not that I'd necessarily want to.\"\n\n*He loosened up, it was clear he wasn't going to break her. But his real plan was to make himself known to the people of riften with a grand display. He had had trouble with thieves lately, entering his tower while he wasn't home. He figured this might help, as a display of power, though admittedly, likely a bad idea. He was bored anyway.*\n\n\"What are you, 50? To think I've lived here for 200 or so years, and I'm only just now meeting a Black-Briar. A strange quirk of fate, isn't it?"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**With his motives spelled out now, Maven smiles. Though she didn't want Indras to get away so easily. She places a hand on his shoulder, guiding him away form the market if he'd allow... Though two guardsmen would flank them to 'help them along'.**\n\n\"Son, let me give you some advice.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He allowed it, because he had a plan set up from the very second he entered town. The Crows. They were circling them in the sky now.*\n\n\"Please, give me some advice, I'm only 6 times your age. I'm sure your wisdom is *So* Valuable.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**When they were out of general earshot of the market, closer to the meadery, Maven spoke.**\n\n\"If you were to die, disappear, or leave town and never be seen again, not a single person here would remember you. They would not see your face as they sleep. They will not even know your name.\"\n\n**Maven digs her nails into Indra's shoulder and almost claws at him as she flanks to the front of him, letting her hands go behind her to cup again, facing the dunmer.**\n\n\"At worst, you'll be a bad memory. At best, you'll be alive.\"\n\n**Her expression darkens.**\n\n\"I'm not a Shatter-Shield, who would banish you for your insolence. No. This is not a path you wish to go down. Because you and I both know its not one you will win.\"\n\n**Her grin returns, but this time, its sinister, etched into the shade of the buildings that loomed over them.**\n\n\"Riften is at my beck and call. When people sleep, its my face they see. Its my name they remember. One that has been echoed here for generations. Now you can continue wasting your time with this stunt, and call your familiars to attack me and the guard... At worst injure me physically, perhaps kill a few people and make a bounty on yourself. Or, you can take my suggestion... Walk into the Bee And Barb, have some drinks, and chalk this up to drunken stupor. Make your choice here.\"\n\n**Maven prepared herself. With a character like this, with so much to gain they think themselves untouchable, or so much to lose they feel nothing else... She was confident he would choose the former.**"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*She would feel his presence disappear from her hand, falling into the ground. He had made a small portal on the ground. He was on top of the Meadery now, crouched on the corner of the roof. The Cawing, the laughing, it only grew stronger, until it all disappeared when the Crows coagulated behind him into a Wraith-of-Crows.*\n\n\"You had your fun. Look up at me, rat.\"\n\n*He was holding a ball of fire in his right hand. Maven would be in no position to do anything but listen. If he was attacked, he would burn the meadery into nothing but cinders.*\n\n\"Look at me, and listen well.\"\n\n*His voice lost that sarcastic tone. It was cold now. He was serious.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven quirks her brow again. This time, she was curious. Seeing Indras on top of the Meadery, holding a fireball, she straightens her back and keeps her hands behind her back.**\n\n\"I'm listening, intently.\" **She states plainly. The guards in the area begin to mobilize, drawing arrows.**"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"When you perish, you will be remembered as another stain on this City's history. You will be nothing but tarnish on the Blades of the crossed daggers.\"\n\n*He put away his spell, and paced up and down the edge of the roof.*\n\n\"You can feign your power all you wish, you'll learn soon what happens to people like you. You may have the Jarls ear, the guards in your pocket. But I could destroy your little empire right now. I could burn this meadery to Cinders and return to Port Telvannis knowing I crushed you within minutes of meeting you. But you are simply entertainment to me. I will annihilate anyone you send after me, and then this Meadery. And then the people of this city will sleep soundly. They will see no face in their dreams.\"\n\n*He smiled. An almost wicked smile.*\n\n\"You are nothing but a little play, and when the curtains close, the next show will be performed. A cog in the machine of corruption. You would do well to remember how easily I slipped your clutches with every action you take. I'll hear of everything you do from now on. Don't disappoint me, I enjoy a good plot in my storybooks, i would hate to be forced to spice things up.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Silence. The guardsmen await orders and word. The people observe from a safe distance. Others have taken shelter or have just left into the lower parts of the city.**\n\n**Then something breaks the silence. A chuckle. Maven was -laughing-.**\n\n\"Son... I don't think you've calculated this as thoroughly as you thought.\"\n\n**Maven laughs some more, bringing herself together, looking right at him.**\n\n\"Tell me this; if defanging me was as easy as burning down my Meadery... Why has nobody done it until now?\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"You have them all under your thumb. If you didn't, you'd be dead right now.\" \n\n*He was unwavering. Destroying her business would greatly impact her power.*\n\n\"If you think you're going to sway this in your favor, you wont. I'm just as stubborn as you are.\"\n\n*He cast a spell, it wasn't anything destructive, likely some kind of Illusion or Mysticism spell.*\n\n\"If you have the audacity to do anything to me, I will make my purpose tormenting you.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She simply stares at Indras.**\n\n\"No, you see... I don't need to sway anything.\"\n\n**She glances at her possibly-soon-to-be-ash Meadery.**\n\n\"Yes, rebuilding it will be annoying. A financial hit, yes. But, not in the way you think.\"\n\n**Maven just looks down the shanty alleyway of the town. The city, built and rebuilt after wars. Struggling to pay for its own infranstructure. Struggling to find use for utilities already in place, like the Ratway. Struggling to find any useful business...**\n\n\"This Meadery is the heart of Riften. It pumps blood in the form of septims into this town. With it, travelers come and drink the freshest of Black-Briar Mead here.\"\n\n**She shoots her head back to him.**\n\n\"If you burn down my Meadery, you delude yourself into thinking you're affecting me. But Riften is the place that will suffer the most. The reason that nobody burns down my Meadery is simply because of one fact- the Meadery is the only profitable place in this gods-forsaken city. Burn it down, and it will be rebuilt; at the city's expense. Not at mine.\"\n\n**She sighs, a bit annoyed now by the power tripping mage.**\n\n\"Burn it, if you want. If it makes you feel less like an idiot. I'll be out of business for a few months, in which time this city will suffer while I comfortably twiddle my thumbs with a book and piles and piles of septims. Now, what will it be?\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I know that. What do you take me for, some sort of fool?\"\n\n*An odd response, most certainly.*\n\n\"I wouldn't destroy a city's economy over a grudge. And with fire? Please... How mundane.\"\n\n*He was back to that arrogance, the serious act was over.*\n\n\"I had you for a moment, didn't I? No, of course it isn't that simple. Not even a regime change of this whole province would change your situation. You're essentially the Jarl of this city, you would pay a new Jarl to ignore your misdeeds.\"\n\n*Her monologue was useless now. It only bought him time.*\n\n\"We're both insufferable Bastards, it's merely going to be a game of who's insufferable. Keep that in mind whenever you leave your stills unattended. I would hate for something bad to happen to them.\"\n\n*He smiled, looking down on her.*\n\n\"So go ahead, give me a farewell monologue before I go, though I'm sure I'll be back soon.\"\n\n*He had marked the Meadery with that spell earlier. He could recall here whenever he wanted to be annoying. The crows had disappated from the wraith and began, circling, laughing.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven just gives a blink.**\n\n\"No, I don't think I will. Though I'm sure the Jarl would be very interested in your blatant attempt at terrorism.\"\n\n**Maven taps her chin.**\n\n\"Come to think of it, I'm certain the Stormcloaks wouldn't appreciate this gesture neither, considering this is their territory.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I'm sure a pouch of gold would make that \"Jarl\" Look the other way. I'd love to see either of them try.\"\n\n*He put his hands on his hips, feeling satisfied.*\n\n\"I'll be seeing you around.\"\n\n*He fell backwards, looking like he fell through the ceiling of the Meadery. He had really fallen through a portal to his home. All of the crows disappeared, and his annoying, insufferable energy was gone, the city was at peace.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**When Maven and the guards were sure he was gone for good, she turned to address the nearest one.**\n\n\"I want a courier ready in an hour to deliver a message to Windhelm. Information on this supposed Telvanni mage, whatever the guards charged him with. Report to the Jarl and let her know that there was an attempted act of terrorism from a Dunmer extremist.\""
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Hi. I'm Saulai Goodmer. Did you know that you have rights? The 36 Lessons say you do.\n\nAnd so do I. I believe, that until proven guilty, every man, woman, and child in this province is innocent.\n\nAnd that's why I fight for you,\nMournhold! Better call Saulai. Saulai Goodmer, attorney!"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Belay that order.\" He says, calling his guards to stop, \"What in *Oblivion* Is going on, Maven.\" He says, \"I got reports of a crazed Dunmer looking to burn down you meadery. Did you do something?\" His tone is accusatory, clearly he thinks this was mostly Maven's doing, to him it's more likely she did something to throw someone off the deep end"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**This is the first time in this entire ordeal where Maven looks... Downright upset.**\n\n\"Mind your tone, Captain... No, this was not a 'response' if that is what you think. No one would dare.\"\n\n**She glances back at the meadery, on the roof where the stranger had been.**\n\n\"A dunmer looking to prove something, only to realize its futility.\"\n\n**She turns to give the Captain her full attention.**\n\n\"He simply appeared. Began to berate me. Boasting about how he was an accomplished mage from that dustbowl they call a provance.\"\n\n**This is the first time in this entire ordeal where Maven looks... Downright upset.**\n\n\"Mind your tone, Captain... No, this was not a 'response' if that is what you think. No one would dare.\"\n\n**She glances back at the meadery, on the roof where the stranger had been.**\n\n\"A dunmer looking to prove something, only to realize its futility.\"\n\n**She turns to give the Captain her full attention.**\n\n\"He simply appeared. Began to berate me. Boasting about how he was an accomplished mage from that dustbowl they call a province.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Yes I'm sure the Dunmer realized the futility, instead of possibly only wanting to get a reaction.\" He says, rolling his eyes, \"You were talking to a Telvanni Magister, Indras Demnevanni. Trust me, the Telvanni are not a group you want to have bad relations with.\" He chuckles, \"Wishful thinking, though.\" He looks to his guards, \"Return to your posts. We aren't going after him, that'd be suicide.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Captain.\"\n\n**Her tone is sharp, cutting toward Regulus.**\n\n\"I don't believe I've ordered you to order anyone yet, have I?\"\n\n**She narrows her eyes to Regulus. The Captain made no secret to his reluctance to abide by Maven, but Maven had to ensure that he knew that he didn't have any power- not unless she said so.**"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I don't recall asking for your orders.\" He glares back, a deep feeling of unease falls in the area, as if his eyes contained the very essence of Oblivion, \"You hold weight in this city, your money is important. It would be a shame if suddenly that all dried up, would it not. Now, I'll run my business and you run yours, how does that sound?\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She shakes her head.**\n\n\"You have nothing to threaten me with, Captain. You don't even believe in the threat you're bolstering.\"\n\n**She takes a step forward, toward him.**\n\n\"In case it wasn't clear to you now, allow me to make it abundantly clear, without a hint of interpretation; when a Black-Briar tells you to wait, you wait. When they tell you to run, you run. If they tell you to bark like a dog, that's what you do.\"\n\n**Maven gives a quick glance to the other guards. She wanted them to see this. How futile the Captain's threats are to her.**\n\n\"And if you have trouble comprehending this, then I know others who would be happy for a promotion.\"\n\n**This wasn't a Telvanni mage. This was someone beneath her. Her patience has far less limits to these sorts.**"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He raises his voice, as he speaks magic flows through his words, \"GUARDS! RETURN TO YOUR POSTS.\" The guards, as if under a spell, follow his orders. His face seems to shimmer as it happens, a glance that there was something more to him, his brown eyes fade for a moment, the sclera turning black and pupils a bright, almost glowing, purple. His visage fading to an appearance that is nigh impossible to truly describe, there's something more at play with him, more than just a simple mortal guard captain, \"I believe in every word that leaves my lips, the truths and the lies. Now, I will personally speak to the Telvanni, since he intrigues me, and you will return to your meadery. And perhaps I can be more of service when you cough up more coin.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Service? You don't get paid by me, unless you're useful to me. And right now, you're incredibly useless to me, Captain.\"\n\n**She peers at his display, seeing his form shimmer. She gives a smile... Using magic to control his guards only showcases his sheer lack of control. This only reaffirms Maven.**\n\n\"Very well, Captain. I don't need you to speak to the Jarl anyway, but since you feel so passionately about it, I'll be sure to inform her of your collaboration witha dunmer terrorist.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"*Collaboration*,\" He says with a scoff, \"I'm investigating a possible threat to the safety of our city, nothing more nothing less.\" He says, his tone speaks truth, he is, in fact, investigating what happened, it's his job after all, \"I will get his statement, then move on to any witnesses. Most likely he will be arrested, but I doubt our cells can hold him very long, not without any magic protections. And to my knowledge we lack the funding to add magic negation to the cells, perhaps because you keep forcing the jarl to pay you for things outside of her control.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She promptly ignores him, shooting past him. She instead shoots directly toward her manor. From somewhere, Maul turns from a corner and follows close behind until she disappears from view.**"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He lets out a relieved sigh, and goes back to his office, half expecting an assassin to be there waiting for him"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "I guess i should but like what does his office look like"
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{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni was going through a bit of a phase. He was wondering if all this Permanent Borrowing he was doing was really up to par morally. Last time he was in Whiterun some loudmouth priest had given him the lecture of his life, and, much as he hated to say it, it was kind of affecting him. He did not want to be a Bad Person! \n\nSo he decided to temporarily switch to an alternative method of earning money; selling stuff!\n\nMost of his supply was colorful rocks he'd found beneath a bridge and painted to look pretty and labelled Good Luck Pebbles. He sold those in the Riften marketplace early in the morning, when hopefully people would be too sleep-addled to give his claims too much consideration.\n\nToday, he had set up a lovely little stand made of rotten wood in the corner of the marketplace, by a big tall banister he used as cover when it rained, and watched Riften's main thoroughfare closely. Surely there'd be someone out there he could target!"
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*New visitor? This was the first time Sharjo attempted to enter Riften, his tail swaying as he pulled his hood down from his cloak. Being quite imposing for his 6'6 height. As well being accompanied by his companion Bear-dog Mavoska. He'd carry a sling of deer pelts and antlers, with some packed on Mavoska side*\n\n**\"Too far of a trip... Sharjo will travel less next time Mavoska..\"**\n\n*He would chuckle, giving it head pats. Entering the market, glancing about. Adjusting his shoulder sling of animal products to check it out, finally scouting the Fur Trapper. Swiftly approaching, setting the sling down on his booth*\n\n**\"Sharjo has wares? Interested in buying?\"**\n\n*Sharjo would say, as his Bear-dog would sit next to him. The dog gazed toward the other Khajiits booth. Staring directly at him*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni saw that dog, and the first thing that came into his mind was \"AAAAH.\" \n\nHe hated dogs.\n\nBut he hated poverty more.\n\nSo he slid on all casual-like in the direction of the fur trapper. Sa'varni didn't like that guy, the fur trapper. Once he'd called Sa'varni out for taking six leeks from the grocer across the market, and he'd gotten in loads of trouble. So Sa'varni felt nothing at all about stealing his customers.\n\nHe approached the Khajiit with the dog and tapped him on the shoulder real subtly. \n\n'Sala kha'jay, friend!\" He said quietly. \"You really should not do business with that man, he'll scam you out of house and home! You should work with Sa'varni! Sa'varni has, um... A very great interest in... Furs, or whatever. Yes?\""
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"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni handed the rock over eagerly. \"Take a closer look, yes? This one assures you that all is fine and well! No...? Um. Well, Khajiit supposes that is okay. \"\n\nHmph. Sa'varni scratched his ear and looked down at the beardog. \n\nIt set his fur on edge. He took a teeny step away.\n\n\"Well,\" He began after a short time. \"Surely you are aware of the great Rajhin? How can one have such clear familiarity with the khajiiti language without knowing of the gods?\""
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo gave a soft scratchy chuckle, his hand went to his hips. Turning to face Sa'varni*\n\n**\"Hmph, This one doesn't know much of Khajiit Culture... Agzirr Jhavanzi. Only know of our habits, we Khajiit's sabana'a. Sharjo raised from Imperials..\"**\n\n*Sighing, his ears sunk down. Grabbing his earnings of the sale, slipping said Septim within his pouch. Hooking back infront of his belt*\n\n**\"Hmm?\"**\n\n*Giving more glance to Sa'varni*"
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni looked frustrated. Just one major sale, that was all he needed. Surely a fellow Khajiit would understand, even if his background was a bit different?\n\n\"The Imperials? How did that happen? Sa'varni has been raised in Elsweyr and has not yet visited the land of the Imperials. How did you come to learn Ta'agra?\""
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{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "Hjera rarely found reason to be out and about in Riften, but as of late, she'd tried to find at least one. \n\nWhen she first arrived in Skyrim, she had been terrified. Terrified that she might do something horrible, lose control of her animal nature, dishonor herself and the All-Maker with evil deeds. The minotaur from the grove had told her that this wasn't her destiny, but it had taken her quite a bit of time to really... *Accept* That she wasn't doomed. \n\nNow that she had, though, she found things just a little bit easier. She walked with a confidence she hadn't possessed before. She could enter and exit Riften without fear (well, save for the fear of pickpockets and ne'er-do-wells, but that was a matter of course in Riften). And, more importantly, she could trade the pelts and meats she collected in the wilds for coin. That coin could be used to buy better clothes, better weaponry, food and supplies that allowed her to range more comfortably in the wilds. She had a tent now, and supplies to better make camp besides. Pots, a spit, utensils for cooking and cleaning game more easily, things like that. \n\nShe felt... Better. Better than she had in a very long time, and that was something to be proud of.\n\nFor now, Hjera was simply plying her wares in the market. She'd already delivered some of her bounty to the Bee and Barb, and her contact in the undercity had taken his cut with a little 'incentive' (she had no idea why, but she wouldn't say no to free gold). That just left her hawking the rest of her goods in the small handcart she'd bought with some of her leftover gold.\n\nShe wasn't doing a particularly good job, sadly. Turns out, you needed social skills to be a saleswoman."
},
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"author": "jballye",
"message": "||forgot to tag you lol"
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "As she was exploring the Marketplace of Riften, she could easily spot a man wearing rather unique armor. His helmet being in shape of an onion could easily be seen past the bustling crowds, and his armor was large in size with a heavy greatsword by him with a odd small shield made out of iron with a spike protruding from it.\n\nAs for what this knight was doing, he was giving away money to a homeless Bosmer woman. Her hair was matted, her face dirty, and a simple rags to cover her were begging to wear and tear. But Siegwind would lay down some extra blankets and offer a large some of gold, tears were beginning to form on the mer's face as she looked up at him. Siegwind would give a nod and a pat on the shoulder before he began to walk away from the homeless woman, whose life he may have changed for the better."
},
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "Hjera's eyes wandered from her little stand, occasionally skirting past the other merchants, or the town blacksmith, and eventually, to a rotund-looking knight in a rather silly-looking suit of plate. Hjera would have laughed at his face if she hadn't seen what he was doing. She hadn't been in Skyrim long, but she'd seen how her cousins treated the Elves. In Skaal lands, a guest of any race was to be treated with kindness and generosity, but the Nord-cousins treated everyone with a long-ear as if they were a pest on the land. It bothered her, but never enough to say anything outright.\n\nShe had no idea who this armored man was, or what he was doing here, but he clearly wasn't like these Nords. As he walked away from the elf-woman, he turned in her direction. Seeing an opportunity to repay rare kindness with further rare kindness, she waved to him. Someone at the temple of Mara had told her that Mara favored those who treated others with love and kindness, so she intended to try and live up to that standard.\n\n\"You, there,\" She said, trying to wave him down and get his attention. \"Armored man. Come here.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "His head turned like a puppy as he would looked over at her and wave back before making his way over. His steps were heavy, and the clanking of armor only grew louder with each step.\n\nSoon he reached her.\n\"Ah, how can this knight help you on this fine evening.\" He asked her in a polite, yet jollyful tone.\n\n\"Oh, I am Siegwind. Pleasure to be of your acquaintance, who might you be?\" He asked, seeing how he forgot to introduce himself before offering any sort of assistance towards the woman."
},
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "\"Hjera,\" She greeted him, \" And you can't help me, at least not right now.\" Her Skaal accent slipped through in spite of her best efforts to tame it. She was still a foreigner in these lands, and she'd seen how the Nords treated foreigners, though this man treated them far better it seemed. Regardless, nothing could be done. She pushed forward, bulling past her anxiety and unease to look over the 'knight' at the shoulder, over at the Bosmer woman.\n\n\"Did a good turn for that elf,\" She said, before turning her full attention back to him. \"I noticed. You look well-travelled. I do not know if you live here, or where you stay. But if you intend to leave...\"\n\nShe motioned to the cart behind her, and the meats sectioned off within it, some dried and smoked, some cured, others still fresh and covered with sturdy, clean cloths. \"Take something. Whatever you need for your journey. One kindness deserves another. Too many people ignore others in need, especially here.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "Siegwind looked behind him at the young Bosmer who had a large smile and got up to spend the large sum of coin are clothes and perhaps a hot meal, haircut even. He had hope the second chance he had gave her would be enough for her to have a stable life.\n\n\"Poor girl lost her farm to a sudden fire, if you had my guess, probably the Thieves Guild. Bandits normally don't destroy farmsteads, they like to rob them so they can make more food for them later down the line.\" He shook his head at the thought of burning somebody's home for a coin.\n\nHe then would wave off her offer to receive one of her merchandise items for free, follow with a small laugh.\n\"Oh my, I appreciate the gesture. But I must decline your offer, I have plenty of money from scouring the ruins in Skyrim, slaying the dangerous beasts that terriorize the roads, and put an end to brigands attacking travelers on the roads. Skyrim these days needs heroes, while I'm not one to toot my own horn. I am proud to call myself one, still... I have much to prove before the people of Skyrim will know of my name. But I will buy some of your trinkets, what do you have here... Hmmm.\" He explained before crossing his arms and looking around at her wares. \n\n\"Hmmm... Hmmm...\" He thought out loud, beginning to ponder."
},
{
"author": "Hjera Heart-Singer",
"message": "Fitting that the noble would be too proud to take freely. Hjera's lip quirked slightly upwards, almost a smile of her own. \"Then it's hers, I suppose.\" \n\nListening to Siegwind's tale and ruminating on it, she figured that it made sense that the man would proclaim itself a hero. She, personally, didn't see much need for the term. Heroes were for the skalds, for songs and stories around the campfire, for a world of gods and old magicks and things that, unfortunately, had been somewhat lost to time. Even with her own experiences, she had come to question if it was less the intervention of the Old Hunter, wicked as he might be, or if it were simple, honest bad luck. That said, if the man claimed to be a hero and did good deeds for others, it was not her place to tell him he wasn't. Any good put into the world was worth praising, even if a bit vainglorious.\n\n\"Mostly meats and pelts,\" She replied, noticing his visored eyes wandering across her admittedly modest cart. \"I live off the opposite coast of Lake Honrich. Set my tent there, come into the city to sell to the inns and a few of the locals. I don't charge as much as the Empire's traders nor the other seller in this market, so I make good money with the poorer folk in town. Enough to get by, anyway.\"\n\nShe'd seen the other meat-merchant give her a few ugly looks, though she wasn't particularly worried about it. The fishmonger, as it turns out, was the man who had brought her to the temple of Mara and bought her new clothes when she first arrived in this place, and she had his explicit permission to hawk her wares in his town, so long as any fish she caught were sold to him. It was a fair arrangement."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah, that is good for you. My family wanted me to run my own business but it was never my destiny to sit at a desk and write with ink. I might open up a inn if I ever retire... Be a good place to reflect and drink with other fine warriors to talk and cheer about their many tales.\" He nodded.\n\nHe then looked at her various meats she had on display, he had no interest in pelts.\n\"It's good that you have your prices for the poor to purchase, nobody deserves to go to bed on a empty stomach. Sleep should not be dinner!\" He chuckled.\n\n\"I'll take a few pounds of the venison, some of that dried beef will do as well. I could make a pretty could soup with some onion and some spices... Maybe some ale... Hmmm.\" He told her what he wanted."
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin was in the temple of Mara, kneeling before the statute. He was praying, praying that he would find his brother, praying for his mother's safety back home in Cyrodiil, and pray for guidance in this new province he had barely heard. He was an outsider to the land of the Nords. He felt lost, and alone.\n\nFor now, he prayed to one of the Eight Divines, Mara for hope."
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*The quiet sound of footsteps approached him, as one of the initiates of the temple came up to the sole worshipper. She was a young Breton, in her early twenties at the absolute most, and with short ginger hair pulled back into a ponytail. Clad in the usual robes of her order, combined with the amulet of Mara around her neck, there was no doubt as to who she was.* \"I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but is there anything that I can do for you?\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "The man was surprised to be noticed. He stood up and looked at the Breton.\n\n\"I... Erm. I don't think you can help me...\" Aerin quietly spoke.\n\nAerin was in his mid 20's, nearly reaching 30 with four more years left.\n\n\"I simply came here to ask for the Divines for guidance. Mara... Has not shown me anything. Nor have any of them. But I still try.\" Aerin gave a vague answer."
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*She gave him a deep nod as he spoke, folding her hands daintily in front of her, with the grace of a noblewoman.* \"It is rare that the Divines show themselves outright to mortals. They are not like the Daedra, interfering in the petty squabbles of man and mer. But perhaps I can give you some guidance from Lady Mara's teachings? I admit, I'm only an initiate, so cannot give guidance like a full priest. But I will do my best.\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin paused for a moment.\n\n\"I'm lost. Not giving up on my brother... No way in oblivion am I giving up on him. But... I don't know where to start. All I know he was last seen heading through the border of Skyrim from accounts in Bruma. Here I am... And I can't find anyone who has even seen him. I got a whole land that feels... Alien to me. I have no leads and no tracks to follow. I don't know what to do...\" Aerin sighed, he wasn't going to give up the search. But he felt like he was climbing a oil steep wall."
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{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*She bowed her head politely and took the pouch of coins from him.* \"Thank you for your donation, my friend. Mara smiles upon those who help the unfortunate.\" *She then moved to the donation box and poured the septims into it, before returning the bag to him.* \"I pray that the Divines smile upon you, and make your search fruitful.\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"They shall. Thank you.\" He gave a nod, a big smile would widen on his face as he would rush out of the door. \n\nHe would then seek an info broker, more of the Ragged Flagon, where ever that was. He would have to find a way to get to it, either by talking or by force.\n\n[Ended-Moved to ]"
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*As Aerin left, Caro went back to what she'd been doing before. Picking up her broom, she went back to sweeping up the temple, cleaning up any dust or dirt that was left behind by the various worshippers and visitors.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "The door opens again, Adrian is leaning on the door, bleeding out of his side, \"Hey hot-\" He coughs, some blood comes out, \"-Stuff, how are you this fine-\" He blacks out, collapsing on the ground"
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*Caro froze at the sight, the broom slipping from her hands. As soon as it clattered against the floor with a loud sound, she was startled out of her shock. And she rushed to the side of the man, quickly covering the wound in his side with her hand in an effort to staunch the bleeding. Casting her spell, golden light surrounded her hand and she poured it into his body, working her magic upon his wounds. Using the strength in her small form, she pushed him upright, until he was sitting against the wall. Giving her a better position to work on his injuries.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He coughs a few times, coming back into consciousness, he mutters out, \"Priestess... I need... The kiss of life...\" He says, looking at her with puppy eyes"
}
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{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*She paused in the middle of her work, once his wound had shrank and mostly closed up. There was an almost dead look on her face and she let out a deep sigh, shaking her head.* \"Not again,\" *She muttered, before continuing her work, otherwise not granting him a response.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "A shit-eating grin overtakes his face, \"What, Priestess? Don't want to make sure I'm injured anywhere else? For all you know one of limbs could've detached!\" He does the removing thumb trick, \"See! See! My thumb! Oh the agony!\" He says, pretending to faint"
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*Once she was sure that he was healed, she sighed and got to her feet.* \"Do you make a habit of hitting on people who've just saved your life?\" *She asked, a note of weariness in her voice. Pulling a cookie from a pocket in her robes, she handed it to the man.* \"Here. Have this cookie, and have a nice day. However, if you have any other needs of the Temple of Mara, I am at your service.\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He hops back onto his legs, \"I'll have you know that I do!\" He says with a grin, \"Awww, for me? You shouldn't have! See, I knew you liked you me!\" He says, his shit-eating grin unwavering, \"I actually do, I'm looking for man, about yea high,\" He says, putting his hand a few inches above his head, \"Red hair, weird accent, sells snake oil.\" He asks, \"I need his help with something but can't seem to find him anywhere.\""
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*She let out a deep sigh, recognizing the description of the man.* \"You're looking for Brynjolf, aren't you? He should be out in the square. Or at least that's where he usually is this time of day. If he isn't there, then I don't know where he is. I'm sure that some of his... Less reputable friends would know though.\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"I'll have you know that I *Am* One of his less reputable friends!\" He says, feigning a pout, \"I might loiter here for a bit, if that's alright, really boring out there, plus you know, gotta lie low after getting stabbed.\""
}
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{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*She was about to open her mouth to retort, when the sound of the door opening distracted her. Looking over at it, she bowed her head politely to the newcomers.* \"Initiate, I'm afraid. The priest and priestess are out at the moment. And don't worry you're not disturbing anything important.\" *If anything, she looked to be thankful for the interruption.* \"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Hey! I'm important!\" He says with a comedic pout, he looks over and notices Sha'dar, \"You're no fun. Guessin' they sent you over to make sure I'm not dead?\" He says, slightly upset"
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Not at the moment. I would have asked if you could tend to his wounds, but it seems you already have that covered. Oh, but where are my manners? I am Sha'dar, I'm an associate of Adrian's. Khajiit is just here to check on things with him, shouldn't take very long at all.\"\n\n*He turned his gaze away from Carolenta for a moment, acknowledging Adrian's question with a nod. It seemed that the healer was mostly finished, so all he had to do was wait, so he stood near the two with his arms crossed.*"
}
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{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*She gave Adrian a scathing glare.* \"I finished healing you, and I took your donation. But I don't need to continue being harassed. I'm sure you have more important things to do.\" *She then turned to Sha'dar and dipped her head politely.* \"Initiate Carolenta Aulrien, sir. A pleasure to meet you. You're more than welcome to take him with you.\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He sighs, frowning a little,\"Ugh! Fine!\" He says, dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead, \"I pray we meet again, Carolenta! For I am madly in love!\" He walks over to Sha'dar, \"Okay, I'm over it, let's go.\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Thank you, Ms. Aulrien, and farewell for now. This way, Adrian.\" *Having given the initiate thanks, and with his associate alive and relatively well, Sha'dar walked towards the temple entrance and stepped outside, holding it open for Adrian as he gave him a curious look.*\n\n\"Tell me, how did you get those nasty wounds?\" *The Khajiit had his suspicions that something went wrong- if he thought things went well, he wouldn't have come, even less so if he wasn't asked to by his superiors. Maybe an annoyance to Adrian, but for Sha'dar it was key to know if the injuries were the result of a botched job, or perhaps careless incompetence. Looking at him and hearing the way he acted, it seemed like his kind of screw-up.*"
}
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{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*Sha'dar nodded as he drew a bow from off his back, an Elven one by the decorations and the metal, gripping an arrow between his fingers. He looked towards the strange footsteps, and with his other hand he nocked the arrow, aimed at the air above the footprints, and let it loose towards the invisible shape.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "The arrow struck true, hitting the man in his side, the invisibility flashed away, revealing a Nord man in very plain clothing, he slumps to the ground dead, it was the target, Adrian walked over to the body and checked his pulse, giving a thumbs up, \"He's dead alright. To the Void he goes.\" He says, \"You can have my pay for the job, I'll be sticking around here if you want a drink, otherwise you can give Astrid my regards, let her know that kinda mistake won't happen again.\" He says. He smirks, \"If you're up for some minor burglary I do have his key...\" He says devilishly, who knows, might have somethin good in there, could make some decent coin.\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*He put the bow back over his shoulders and started walking over to the corpse- another job well done, it seems. Or rather, a mistake rectified and unnecessary killings avoided, now that the only one who could speak out about this was dead.*\n\n\"Very well, then I shall make good use of the coin. Then maybe Astrid won't give you too much headache when you get back. Though, I won't say no to your offer. Chances are if the house isn't cleared out, some of the local guards will get it, and besides they're already getting paid from bribes and extorting visitors. We could both use a little more coin, and he isn't alive to complain about it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Good news is he's freshly dead, so the house won't be seized just yet. I'll have to talk with some associates first, figure out what house the key belongs to, you won't be able to come with though,\" He says climbing down the building, \"The Guild doesn't like the Brotherhood, and I'd like to keep my partnership hidden from them.\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Understandable. Well, I'll be returning home once you've gotten things sorted.\" *With his natural agility, Sha'dar simply dropped down from the roof, softening the landing with a roll before standing up. He turned towards Adrian, gave him a slow nod, and turned back as he began walking away.* \"Until we meet again.\"\n\n*Now, with his business in Riften concluded- for now- and the contract carried out, the Cathay-raht made his way towards the city gates, pulling up a hood over his head as the tall figure walked through, leaving Adrian to his activities.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"So long then, brother.\" He says, moving towards the Riften cemetery"
}
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{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven sat in a pew, silently waiting for the contact from the Thieves Guild.**"
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari walked in, shrouded in her normal shadows that seemed to almost follow her. She was quiet, making no sound at all, even when she opened the door to the temple and slipped in. She walked quietly, sitting at the end of the pew with a wide berth of space between the two. But not too wide. \n\n\"Lady Maven.\" She spoke in her soft dialect, eyes staying ahead of her. She had talked to Maven quite a lot, the lady being the reason she had a home in Riften even."
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She did not yet make eye contact with Amari. She simply gazed at the altar as she spoke.**\n\n\"How familiar is the Thieves Guild with the guard captain here, Regulus? Is he on your payroll?\""
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari grimaced lightly at the mention of Regulus, she has spoken to him once or maybe even twice. But she knows him well enough, she supposes. \"Regulus is... More than familiar with prominent members of the guild. But he and the guild have complicated ties nonetheless. Smaller and more unimportant members will find themselves in the cells every once and a while if they get sloppy. And rumor has it he might be... Willing to execute some theives as well. The guild doesn't like that. To make all that brief, it's a complicated affair my lady.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She rolls her eyes.**\n\n\"Of course, why would I expect anything different?\"\n\n**She looks at Amari.**\n\n\"No one is getting executed. The Steward would not allow that. And the warden I know for certain is on MY payroll. Its my coin that keeps your hides out of that miserable little cage.\"\n\n**She looks back to the altar, crossing her legs, fingers laced together and resting on the knee.**\n\n\"So allow me to break this down very simply for you; he is not a friend of the Guild. And all ties he has to the Guild will be severed immediately. He's proven to have a motive that contradicts my own, which contradicts the Guild's by extension. We have worked too hard to build Riften into what it was for sentimentality to be the complicating factor.\"\n\n**After her little rant, she glances back at Amari.**\n\n\"Regardless, I have a job for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari, unlike some people who might be running with the guild, was smart. She was patient and most importantly, she knew when to obey. Talking, which would be seen as arguing in this instance, was unwise and get her nothing but Maven's ire. So she just simply nodded \n\n\"As you command, my lady.\" She was obedient, because she knew that anything else was very unwise. Maven was a powerful woman, holding both her guild and the Dark Brotherhood in the palms on her hand, and with a leash tightly around both.\n\nShe listened keenly, sanguine heightened senses at full attention to the woman next to her. She knew, her intellect telling her, where this was going."
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"I want you to break into Regulus' Office. Find me everything you can about him. And I mean, everything. Letters, spell books, to what he had for breakfast this morning. If you can't find satisfactory information in his office, then find out where he lives, and break in there.\"\n\n**Maven calculates a few moments in silence, before continuing.**\n\n\"Any coin you find is yours to keep, along with a base hazard pay of one hundred septims. You'll get paid more based on the value of the information I deem. Report this information to me when you want payment.\"\n\n\"And, obviously... Wait until he's actually gone before breaking in. Given the rate the Guild has been going, I figured it'd be the safer thing to just remind you the basics of your job.\""
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She nodded, Amari was quite good at her job. It's how she had risen the ranks of the guild in only two years. There were many factors as to why she was good. She looked eternally young for the rest of her days, doomed to be 18 eternally. She was small, dainty, and quiet. Very quiet, never loud. She never makes any noise really, not even a heart beat or the sound of blood rushing through veins.\n\n\"As you wish.\" She bowed her head. If being Maven's lap dog and doing this was going to keep her safe, she'd do it a thousand times over. Because if there was one thing Amari learnt in the 19 years of her life, is that survival means everything. And to survive, you need to know the food chain. And Maven, she was the Alex predator of Riften. No one got very far when they messed with her, and Amari didn't want to test her already ill luck. \"I see. Yes, the guild has been in a... Dry spell. I haven't been as much.\" \n\nShe stood, not making so much of a creak as she did \"You'll have your results soon, that you can be assured of.\" She hummed, her youthful tone and looks strange when matched with her elegant speech and serious demeanor. Not many children can simply just be children in Skyrim."
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven eyes up Amari.**\n\n\"There's something different about this guard captain. Back in the market... Something in his... Form... Shifted. I expect some sort of illusion. If my hunch is correct, expect magic involved. Factor this in when you try and break into his places.\"\n\n**Maven stood up herself, meeting Amari at eye level.**\n\n\"One last thing...\"\n\n**Maven produces an clear vial from her vest, with a pale liquid inside, which was nearly translucent.**\n\n\"Invisibility potion. This will be your last out, if you need it.\"\n\n**She offers the potion to Amari.**"
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She tilted her head, eyes narrowing in confusion. Illusion magic, of this she was no stranger. But being powerful enough to cover your form for long periods of time is very beyond her meager skill level. She never picked up magic very well. \n\n\"What an interesting development.\" Amari stated thoughtfully, trying to get a mental imagine of just what she was going to encounter and better yet, if it was worse then Maven. \n\nHer eyes refocused when Maven had offered the potion to Amari, she smiled ever so slightly in what she hoped seemed to be the genuine gratitude she felt. \n\n\"I appreciate this, my lady.\" She gently took the bottle holding the clear liquid, careful not to touch Maven. \"I hopefully won't need it, but having a safety net is... Always good.\" She was unsure, deep in her heart, if this was a sound plan for survival or if this would get her the early grave she's so scared off.\n\n\"I hope I can bring you the answers you seek, Lady Maven.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"I expect it returned if you don't use it. This is not a gift.\"\n\n**She takes a seat again.**\n\n\"As always, the rest of the prep is down to the Guild. Let them know what I've told you. And, remind them; there are no more ties to the guard captain. If at any point he was benefiting from Guild relations, he will be no longer. Ensure Mercer is acutely aware of this.\""
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She nodded, how crudely aware she was of how anything given to her is not a gift. There is always a price, or catch . But that didn't matter now.\n\nHer nose wrinkled, she never truly got along with Mercer, something was just off about him. But she's unsure if it's his personality or attitude, perhaps it's everything about him? \"I will make all guild members very accurately aware of they are not to be in league with the Captain, madame.\" Her face smoothed back to it's mask of indifference."
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Good. We've built too much for some upstart captain to start causing problems. If you're caught for any reason, the warden will ensure that your stay at the cages are brief.\""
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "\"I couldn't agree more.\" Mari mused lightly, nodding. She's really unsure about why this captain couldn't just be like everyone else and obey. Wasn't it easier that way? For both his survival and happiness? Amari never understood people who diverge from the path of survival into the unknown for no good reason. Or maybe he has one. She doesn't know, and she doesn't think she wants to know either.\n\n\"Much appreciated, my lady.\" She bowed her head again before her eyes flickered to the door. Her one hand gestrured to the door as she eyes flicked back to Maven \"If that is all, I should report this to the guild.\" The unspoken question dripped from her words as Amari very slightly tilted her head."
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven stares at the altar. She gives a lazy raise of her hand toward Amari.**\n\n\"You're dismissed.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She sat at a table, reading the Copy of the 36 lessons she had gotten in markarth. She was attempting to discern what was real and what was mere poetry. Trust not the words of a poet. She was sorting the entire text by her opinion on what was most likely to be true, and also discerning what bits of cryptic language actually meant. She was also three bottles of wine deep.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "*In her disguised merchant style clothing she would enter the establishment, she had been in riften for only a few days, but these few days had felt like years, this crime ridden town is blight on Skyrim and the entirety of Tamriel. Despite her hard feelings for this town she knew she had to wait patiently, after all her brotherhood was well payed for her to wait patiently and kill a wandering trader. As she walked further into the bee and barb she would walk to the bar and sit down*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She carried a spear, with an orichalc spearhead. She seemed... Intelligent, sitting there alone. Other patrons had been giving her strange looks. There were 5 empty bottles of wine at her table. Five, and it wasn't the cheap stuff.*\n\"What-what are milk fingers?\"\n*She muttered. Perhaps she'd figure it out after a few more drinks, smokes and bourbon as some would say.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "*She would quickly take notice of the Dunmer that was quickly becoming drunk. A few moments would go by her intrigue in the drunk elf quickly reached a boiling point, die to this intrigue she couldn't help herself but get up and walk to the elf drinking by herself* \n\"I'm sorry to bother you, but is this seat taken\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Oh, oh uhm. No, its not.\"\n*She sort of cleaned up a little, keeping her notes to one side.*\n\"I was waiting to either get kicked out or get into a fight... A conversation is far more, pleasant, i suppose.\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Thank you\"\n*She would sit down next to the dunmer character, she was quite interesting, just by looking at her she could tell that she was intelligent, and with a glance at her notes she could tell that she was deciphering something, but she decided to stay silent about her inferences, she knew the importance of keeping her cards close to her chest* \n\"I'm sorry to bother but by any chance have you seen a wandering traveler pass through here\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"That's everyone in this wretched place. I'm only here for the night.\"\n*It looked like something had just clicked in her head. She was writing in the Daedric alphabet, though, signed at the top with Tayem, T. If she could read daedric, she could see that she had just wrote what milk fingers means. She wiped her glasses.*\n\"Are you from Skyrim?\"\n*Her voice had a bit of ashy rasp to it, she was clearly from some part of Morrowind.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Yes I'm from Skyrim, my family owned a house far north from here, you have an accent, are you from Morrowind by any chance\"\n *It was clear from the swap in her drunken expression that a candlelight spell had gone off in her head, if only I could figure out what it was that had caused this change in demeanor, I ponder in it for a moment until I glance at her notes, it was clearly written in deadric*"
}
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{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*This city was just a nightmare. Spending nearly all of his remaining coins to repair his tools at the blacksmith, Nelar enters the tavern frowning, looking for a table with no one on it, sitting down shortly after. \n\nHe sees the two Dunmer and smiles at them politely. Shortly after he gets something to drink (no idea what, but he was able to afford it) and rested his head on one of his arms, frowning*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Solstheim... Raven Rock. Cold and ashy, unpleasant place...\"\n*She continued to write, she was on sermon 14. She hadn't necessarily figured out what all the spear talk meant.*\n\"I live at the College now though... It makes one realize how many... Fools, there are in this province. Not saying you or really anyone but...\"\n*She couldn't really get the words out, but it was probably a comment about nords.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"I know what your talking about, the nords of Skyrim are often quick to anger and are not often smart. Sometimes I wish that I could visit morrowind so I could be around people that don't look down on me for being an elf. But sadly work keeps me on this damn province\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"You'd still be an Outlander.\"\n*She took a big ol gulp of wine.*\n\"My name is damn Nereva and yet they would call me an N'wah... Not to mention my parents are from two great houses.\"\n*She sighed. She never really mentioned her parents sober. Nereva had three stages of being drunk, Average nord, Intellectual Apotheosis, and incoherent rambling. She was likely to pass out during that third stage. Maybe.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Are people are a complex bunch, at least when you meet up with other Dunmer's in places like Skyrim we all stick together in hopes of getting away from nord oppression.\" \n*She would take another glance at Nereva's notes* \n\"So you seem to be studying deadra texts, I assume you are a researcher for the college\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Dunmer are racists too, I don't hate the nords for that, I hate their ignorance. They... Live simply.\"\n*She glanced at her work again.*\n\"Oh, no, I'm writing. I don't like people seeing what i write so i write it in an alphabet most can't read. I'm studying the 36 Lessons. I have a... Theory, though I don't wish to disclose it."
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"I understand what you mean, their ignorance can be annoying, and I guess I can understand writing in secret, privacy is always important\" \n*I glance at all of the empty bottles at our table*\n\"Are you alright, your drinking more then a nord after battle\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Oh shutup...\"\n*She looked at the... Eight bottles of wine around her.*\n\"Maybe... Maybe I just drink because I know something you don't! Something I learned from *Hic* Hermaeus... Mora, wine is the way to... The secret syllable!\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "*After hearing the drunk mention the drastic lord her interest were peaked, maybe this drunk could be more of an entertainment to me then I thought*\n\"Hermaeus Mora.\" \n*She'd say in a hushed voice acting like this was secret information, immediately after saying that she would pour a glass of wine and give it to the elf*\n\"Please drink up... Please I'd love to know what lord hermaeus mora told you.. Perhaps I could work \"Under\" You, after all someone who spoke to lord hermaeus mora must be powerful\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'm a damned Master Wizard at the College, of course I'm powerful...\"\n*She pulled the glass of wine towards her without touching it, it floated to her lips.*\n\"What? What make's you think I have spoken with him, other than my passing comment?\"\n*She set the glass down onto the table, a trivial use of her thaumaturgic power.*\n\"I read. I could know everything and nothing, any bit of knowledge I *Could* Know, or I couldn't. It's theories, the nature of reality is fragile, a definitive answer to anything is a far shot...\"\n*It was clear that she was... Something. Perhaps a little too much of... Something.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Oh my, you do seem quite powerful\" *She'd do a very soft laugh after this drunk started going on about how powerful and strong she was*\n\"So are you saying that you haven't met and talked with deadra, I thought that anyone as powerful as yourself would have talked with deadra... Are you okay I normally don't care for others but you seem to be drinking far too much\""
}
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{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Mmhm... Perhaps you're... You're right...\"\n*The empty bottles neatly arranged themselves in the center of the table, one falling over but being pulled back upright.*\n\"You're trying to goad me into something... To hold such reverence for Daedra is a fools gambit... Interact with them with... Ugh... Temperance.\"\n*Now she just looked sick... Though she seemed to be holding some degree of intellectual function.*"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Notices one of the dunmeri looking quite done with herself, eying what happens on the table*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Please I must insist that you stop drinking, I fear that if you continue to drink like this you might hurt yourself, gods only know what you might do to yourself when your drunk\"\n*She'd think that this conversation with the other Dunmer had been of great amusement, it's always fun when drunks start acting smart*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Shut up...\"\n*She hiccupped oncemore.*\n\"If i could do it i already would've...\"\n*She sort of dozed off a little, her notes in full view, the text she was studying visible. It was just the 36 lessons.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"If you say so... Would you care to clue me in on what your studying, it looks quite interesting\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Oh... The musings of a God. Theres *Hic* Meaning in all of the nonsense... The milk fingers... The spears...\"\n*She seemed to slowly stare towards her.*\n\"Though it feels as though I may be nearing something.\"\n*She seemed to go between slurring her words drunkenly and speaking perfectly normally. It was... Odd.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"You are most certainly an odd one, though you seem to have plentiful knowledge on the topics you discuss. Oddest this about you though is that you seem to sway when you speak, one moment your sluring your words like a drunk, the next you speaking perfectly normal... It's odd to say the least\"\n*She would think to her self that maybe this Dunmer wasn't actually drunk, just pretending to be, for what ever reason was beyond her but the thought did cross her mind*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Some of the *Hic* Greatest decisions in... Hissstoryy...\"\n*She stared her directly in the eyes.*\n\"Drink fills the basin for the tides of Knowledge. The Drink is the prelate to the Dream, Sanguine to Vaermina. But what is the dream?\"\n*She looked back down and covered her mouth, likely throwing up in her mouth but keeping it down. Maybe she was onto something, if she would even remember what she was talking about.*"
}
] | 70 | 529 |
45.714286 | 2023-04-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Looks at the other women* \"Uhm... She does not really look fine... Not wanting to be unfriendly or anything.\" *Looks at the notes* \"And... What is all that stuff about?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "*She stood up and \"Excused\" Herself to presumably go vomit. She returned shortly with a cup of water.*\n\"*Ugh...* Who... Who is this... New... Character? Its just a dunmer party now...\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "\"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm Nelar...\" *Waving his hand awkwardly* \"I was just around... Seeing that you seemed a bit... Done?\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Please, nelar was it, please have a seat, it would be nice to have someone help me watch little miss drunk over here... The last thing we won't is for her to do something dumb while in her current state\" \n*As stealthily as she could she would study the face of the new Dunmer*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Nelar... What a quaint name... I had a friend named Nelar, I think.\"\n*She got back to her work, she drew something, a Red Diamond, relating to the phrase \"CHIM\" Attributed to sermon 14.*"
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Smiles sheepish* \"I don't think I'm that specific friend...\" *Looking at the notes* \"I just arrived here some weeks ago. What are you doing here in Rifton?\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"I'm waiting for a wandering merchant, I've only been in Rifton for a few days... And I forgot to mention my name, I'm Eirlik\""
}
] | 43 | 320 |
46.333333 | 2023-04-26 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Smiles politely* \"Hello Eirlik. Honored to meet you. Hope you find that merchant soon...\" *Looks over at the other Dunmer woman...* \"And by what name are you called?\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Nereva Teiilyn. How creative my parents were with the first name.\"\n*The diamond became an amulet, thge Amulet of Kings, CHIM-EL-ADABAL. It was important to whatever she was studying.*"
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"Don't mind her, I'm pretty sure those are just drunk ramblings, I'm not fully sure if she means any of the things she says... Nelar, would you care for a pint.\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "\"Uhm... *Looking at Nereva, then at Eirlik* Of course. Only have enough for one more though. Kinda done financially...\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"Acting as if you would be the one to pay for it, what do you want to drink?\"\n*She seemed to have settled down after projectile vomiting in the other room.*\n\"I try to give back, all the nords think im some greedy college wizard in a big tower here to do... Something.\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"The nords... Their ignorance can be pain in my arse, most of them that I've encountered up north quickly assume that because I'm an elf that I'm working for the Aldmeri Dominion... It's a pain\""
}
] | 45.5 | 278 |
51 | 2023-04-27 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Raises an eyebrow* \"You're a wizard in this college at the coast? Why are you here in Rifton then?\"\n\n*Nods to Eirlik in agreement*\n\"They... Are a weird bunch. Some seem overwhelmed with the fact that we are here, other seem okay with it, though. And some just don't have manners *Shivers thinking of Haelgas weird looks at him*"
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'm taking the scenic route from Markarth, had business there, meaningless...\"\n*She bound the notes into a Scroll, labeled 1-14.*\n\"That's enough for now... Enough of all of that craziness... I feel crazy...\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "*She would giggle slightly at the craziness comment from Nereva*\n\"Nelar, I don't believe you told us why your in Riften\""
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Giving himself a moment* \"I was just done in Morrowind... Needed something new. So I came here... Even though I never thought I needed to stick around in this city for so long...\""
}
] | 45 | 204 |
41.666667 | 2023-04-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Looks a bit surprised by the question* Uhm... I'm didn't grow up in the bigger cities. Just a little village in the west of Morrowind.\n\nDidn't really travel that much around there...\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"So your just traveling Skyrim at the moment, I hope that you have enjoyed your time in Skyrim... I've never visited Morrowind so I'm not familiar on if it's better or worse then Skyrim\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I've always dreamt of it... Morrowind in its golden era, Living gods, Telvanni Wizards... Cliff racers. Maybe not the last part. Solstheim is... Close enough.\""
}
] | 41 | 125 |
39.666667 | 2023-05-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*Looks amused, hearing not only he thinks that Skyrim is indeed a hellhole* \n\"Are you on your way to Haafingar when business is finished here? I also heard that Whiterun is quite pleasant...\""
},
{
"author": "Eirlik Blakdoc",
"message": "\"No, when business is done here, I think that I will be returning to Falkreath, at least until my business ventures take me elsewhere.\""
},
{
"author": "Nereva Teiilyn",
"message": "\"I'll go back to winterhold... So i may freeze to death...\"\n*She frowned, looking at the cup of water on the table.*\n\"It's nice in the college, it's miserable in the city...\""
}
] | 43 | 119 |
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{
"author": "Ruse",
"message": "The dim sunlight, cloaked by heavy rainclouds overhead, reflected against smoke rings flitting through the air of the rather large tavern. Samuel slowly strolled in, breaking up the smoke rings as he entered. He dawned thick, cleaned, starched robes, a satchel at his side and a rather heavy sack of coins at his hip. He looked... Unweathered, fresh in the face, as if he hadn't experienced a day of hardship. His hands were clean, his face powdered, and his eyes peeled as if searched the tavern. \nHe couldn't help but feel an air of superiority in this place, his hand pompously combing through his curly locks of brown as he unhooded himself. \n\nApproaching the bar, he ordered himself something to eat and drink, and returned to his table shortly after, his legs crossing as he sat. He avoided making eye contact with anyone in the surrounding area, knowing full well that this city had it's... Issues. He didn't want to get wrapped up in some thief's plot to get rich, he just wanted to relax. \n\nGood thing they were so far from Markarth... Samuel wouldn't allow himself this sort of luxury so close to his father's home... That would be a death sentence..."
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "The Dawnguard warrior would find himself pushing the door open into the Bee and Barb, shutting the tavern door behind him and taking in a deep breath of the mead and fresh meals being prepared in the back. Although outside Riften did smell of honey and fish this was certainly a preferred smell and this much was made obvious when the full helmet was removed, to reveal what looked to be a hardened aryan nord, with a stoic expression and a slash scar going down his right cheek he found himself approach the front counter, in search of what everyone else was-a drink and some information. \n\nPushing a stool aside and instead leaning over the counter, the Nord set his helmet down and set down a few extra coins compared to a usual mug of mead. \"I know drunk travellers often frequent here, has there been word of any undead perhaps, throughout the Rift?\" He would ask quietly to the barkeep, where a few mutters were exchanged after.\n\nStill, with the same expression he would take the mug and turn around, looking around for a place to sit and seeing the only one available was at the table that Ruse seemed to be sitting at. Collecting his helmet and holding it at his hip with his free hand, he walked his way to the seat that was free opposite Ruse, but he set his mug down on the table and flipped the chair at an angle to face out to the bar and not directly to the man opposite him. Not bothering to ask if the seat was occupied or if he could do so-in his mind it was a public place and he had a right to do this.\n\nSitting down, setting his helmet onto the table and taking hold of his mug, he looked ahead idly and took a fairly long sip of his mead. Setting the mug down moments after his eyes now went over towards the man opposite him, might as well talk a bit. \"Suppose you're a traveller then? With that attire, and not being familiar to me.\""
},
{
"author": "Ruse",
"message": "The other's presence drew Samuel's attention, though he supposed the stranger drew most of the patron's eyes as he entered the lonely tavern. He was a daunting figure, one that Samuel felt *Uncomfortable* Looking at. There was nothing *Wrong* With the Nord, nothing outwardly anyway, Samuel was just being dramatic as per usual. Perhaps it was nerves.\n\nHe decided to busy himself, distract from the discomfort he was feeling as he saw heavy steps approach his table. Quickly, he ripped a shred of bread from the loaf he had ordered and plunged it into his mouth, followed by a quick swig of mead. \n\nHis insistence on sitting at Samuel's table irked him, his personal bubble being invaded. Ugh. Nords. \n\n\"Clearly.\" He snapped, rather annoyed with his presence, but refusing to outright state that. \"What are you then? Some sort of...\" His sharp red eyes scanned the stranger, an incredulous brow lifted. \n\nHis hand motions to all of Lokar.\n\n\"Bodyguard?\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"I'll be someone with a fist up your area if you won't show a simple man some basic manners.\" He said immediately in response, although the way he said it wasn't in a tone of aggression or frustration that would retaliate to Samuel, it was a calm and matter of fact style of a threat, no, warning. It came across more as a warning rather than anything. He wasn't just giving empty threats out, but in reality Lokar didn't wish to fight it out with this man, he just felt like having a friendly conversation with a traveller, hear about his tales perhaps. Maybe even recruit him to the Dawnguard, they could always do with new fighters worthy enough to sleep in their barracks. \n\n\"I'm a part of the Dawnguard. We hunt and butcher vampires across Skyrim. If you haven't noticed they've become quite a menace in these lands, and we're meant to cleanse it.\" He now would say as if presenting a PowerPoint to Samuel, but it was natural for him to clarify who he actually was and go into very brief detail on his loyalties. \n\n\"I am Lokar Iron-Willed, and you are either a thief or a spoilt individual who's never had to do rough work.\" He said while a small grin would emerge along his lips as if teasing the man, noticing his clean and seemingly untouched features in comparison to Lokar's rougher appearance. Although he was wearing armour and covered most of himself up it was hard to tell."
},
{
"author": "Ruse",
"message": "His lip curled, sneering at the other's demand of respect. How dare *He*. Respect isn't something you dish out willy-nilly like some vow stricken monk, you ease into it. You *Earn* It. \n\n\"Vampire hunters, cleansing Skyrim of her sickness, how *Noble*.\" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He couldn't help it, he might've been a weakling mage with little to do say for wander about like a lost puppy, but at the very least he could substitute his inability to fight with a snarky tone. Snake like mouth, he used it to his advantage.\n\nHe rolls his eyes a little, annoyance getting the better of him. \"And clearly you *Love* To get your mitts dirty.\" He narrowed his slender eyes down at the other's hands, almost disturbed with the idea of how filthy they may in fact be. \n\n\"My name is-\" He trails off, recalling a nickname some Nords had called him during his stay in Winterhold. \"Samuel. Samuel Ruse.\""
},
{
"author": "Lokar",
"message": "\"Samuel Ruse, did your parents give you the name because you were born on a ruse?\" He said now as his grin would widen, he now would suddenly shift the way he was sitting to face the man as if to confront him, but in reality he just wanted to have more of a laugh at the man, his sarcasm clearly didn't bother Lokar as he knew that what he said in his own eyes was actually true. They were purging filth from an already dirty land, but no land is ever perfect and doesn't have its faults. The Dawnguard were just doing some good in a bad world so to speak. \n\n\"Don't worry, I know a lot of people who turned out just fine being born as bastards, keep your head high hmm?\" He now would add on, where moments after he took a swig of his mug and set it down, the mead was now finished and Lokar leant back in a completely relaxed state, clearly he didn't assume Samuel was going to do anything.\n\nThis little interaction was fun for Lokar, he enjoyed to poke fun at people that seemed to him to be like brats. Perhaps because he was always the youngest sibling and had it easy so he suffered the same, and now he understood why it was done so frequently. It brings a strange entertainment for him by just being an absolute cunt."
}
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86.666667 | 2023-09-18 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven was sipping a cup of tea at one of the tables. The Bee and Barb was quiet tonight. Emptied out by the owners and closed an hour early, per Maven's instruction. She was waiting on a representative of the Thieves Guild whom she has called for. The tea was prepared by herself, while Keerava and her lover sleep upstairs, blissfully unaware of the meeting to take place.**"
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She entered the tavern without a sound, closing the door silently behind her as her well trained eyes swept over the tavern keenly. She wasn't nervous, she had talked to Maven quite a bit before this. She was the reason she had a home in the rift in the first place. \n\nWalking up to her and sitting gracefully, still being as quiet as the night she bowed her head in respect \"Maven.\" Her voice was soft and docile as it always was."
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She doesn't meet her eyes to Amari quite yet.**\n\n\"Don't act so familiar yet. Lady Maven will do fine.\"\n\n**She gestures to the tea in front of Amari. A second set, and a kettle, recently heated with steam whisping from the nozzle like a candle flame.**\n\n\"Help yourself. We may be here for more than a moment.\""
}
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61.25 | 2023-10-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "Hanar was enjoying a bottle of mead, his Dwemer Winged Spear resting by him as he took in the ambience of the place.\n\nHe still had no good leads on this \"Breakfirm Blue Flower that was only found in Skyrim, even the local Alchemist hadn't heard of such a flower or knew where to look. Despite more research, he still had nothing on it.\n\nFor now, a chilled drink to cool his nerves and maybe a few jobs would help him on his search for this flower."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*Another argonian entered, covered in what appeared like soot. She sat across the room after getting a mug of Sweetbile. Something not on the menu, but it was available if you asked. It was an argonian drink. She looked around as though she were waiting on someone.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "He noticed the female Argornian walk in and ordered the peculiar drink, and gave a nod of acknowledged \n\nHe swirled his bottle and took another drink, his tail having a rhythm of movement as he looked around."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She discretely placed a note on the table, and someone walked by. It was gone as quickly as it appeared. She looked around before taking a sip of the drink.*"
}
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62.333333 | 2023-10-20 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "He sighed, walking up to the two.\n\n\"Is there going to be a problem here? I would like the current mood to stay and your... Threats are not helping Breton.\" He groaned in annoyance and looked over at the Argornian."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She looked at him, her pupils dilating. She looked back to the Breton.*\n\n\"I am simply a smith... You should ask around the sewers...\"\n\n*The breton frowned and turned to Hanar. \n\n\"This is none of your business, Lizard, you've already hatched so quit trying to stick to your clutches of eggs.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"I don't want to fight. Let's be buds, I'll buy you a round if you leave the lady alone. No need for this to get bloody.\" He offered to buy a Breton a drink, taking one long drink from his bottle. It was now empty and he simply awaited his response."
}
] | 62 | 187 |
40.166667 | 2023-10-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*\"You believe a drink will solve the theft of something worth more that both of you? Hmph.\"\n\n*She stayed silent.*\n\n\"House Dres is right about you.\"*"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "I genuinely thought i responded i am so sorry"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "The Argornian gave a sigh.\n\n\"Last chance, how about two drinks and maybe a hot meal... I'm being nice here...\" He gave the Breton one last chance to calm down."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*He stood, looking angry.\n\n*\"Do you think you're being funny? Did you not drink enough sap for your little brain to develop?\"\n\nJunuatl stood. She wasn't tall at all. She was waiting for him to finally lose it.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "He took one last swig and looked at the bottle, then back at the Breton.\n\n\"Shame.\" He sighed.\n\nWith a quick motion, he flipped the bottle and would with all of his strength bash the bottle on side of the Breton's head, then kick him into the table."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*He would not be getting back up. She spat on him for good measure.*\n\n\"Good work. You... You with a... Guild?\"\n\n*The Guild, the thieves guild, but she was being cryptic.*"
}
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65.6 | 2023-11-21 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"Fighter's Guild... But I'm am on my own contract. I don't supposed you've heard of the Bluetear Mountain Flower have you? I've been told it only grows in Skyrim for an odd reason. I'm on a personal quest for it.\" He asked and answered her question.\n\n\"What was his problem?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"No... I'm no alchemist.\"\n\n*She frowned. As much an an argonian could.*\n\n\"He... Well... I set up things... Tell people what to steal...\"\n\n*A guard was dragging out his unconscious body. Another was arguing with the one outside. They didn't care about what she was saying.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"Info-broker? Hm.\" He nodded.\n\n\"Your lucky you're in Skyrim. If you were in Cyrodiil I would've dragged you by your tail and shoved you into a cell. Be good money, but alas. Fighter's Guild has no presence here... And I do not care for the laws of the Nords.\" He chuckled."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"I-I work a forge too... But the less legal... Its all i knew for a bit. My family were freed slaves... We moved to Black Marsh... They caught me stealing... Shipped me to Blacklight and never wanted to see me again...\"\n\n*It sounded like she was trying to garner sympathy but she wasn't. Just trying to justify herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"My real parents were killed when I was just a hatchling, but I was taken in by humans. They treated me like thier very own. Despite me not even being a man.\"He told her, but gave very little of her sob story."
}
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40 | 2023-11-22 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"Some of us aren't so lucky.\"\n\n*She was mad now... He probably didn't even speak Jel.*\n\n\"What is your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"I am Hanar Artius.\" He gave a slight bow.\n\n\"Like I said, I was raised by humans. My name is like any other Imperial, Nord, or Breton.\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"Junuatl Vakkaxul.\"\n\n*Walks-In-Starlight. Thats what it meant. She sat back down at her table now that all the violence was over. Her tail draped over the side. It was abnormally... Large.*"
}
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55.333333 | 2023-11-23 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"Your uh... Tail is larger. Pardon my words, is that a defect or something?\" He asked, more curious rather than trying to make fun of her"
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"No, I'm just fat.\"\n\n*It was true. A bit chubby all around, but her tail was like a Gila Monster's. Everyone in her family was like that.*\n\n\"Hanar... Hmm. I knew a Hanar... An imperial... Same thing happened to him like what happened to the guy earlier.\"\n\n*Drink had made her more talkative. She'd usually be silent.*\n\n\"We almost need a fighter's guild... This town is a mess...\""
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"Perhaps someday, but then it might cause problems with the Companions, we'll have a Blackwood Company ordeal again...\" He sighed. Agreeing with her, but understanding the problems it would cause.\n\nStill, it would be nice to do Guid work in Skyrim."
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"The Companions only work for their own interests... I suppose thats all mercenaries. They rarely come here. Despite my uhm... Occupation... It might be safer in Markarth for the average person.\"\n\n*She tapped her claw on the table. Every second or so. She took a sip of her drink.*\n\n\"How long have you been here anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "\"A few months, I am a stranger here. But most Nords seem aright, besides the ones far North of course...\" He answered \n\n\"I might head back North, double check to see if anyone has heard of this flower.\" He added"
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"Bluetear? I dont believe that exists...\"\n\n*She finished her drink, the feathers on her head standing up.*\n\n\"How is your blade?\""
}
] | 52 | 332 |
75.444444 | 2024-01-07 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*It was around early in the afternoon, a cluster of dark clouds having rested over Riften and begun to assault it with a torrent of rain. Within the Bee and Barb, however, the sounds were muffled for those who sought shelter, recreation or simply a stiff drink. There were a few patrons of varying races around the tavern, with the innkeeper busy tending to the counter and to those who ordered drinks. One of those orders was from a traveler of sorts, sitting at the bar and sliding over a small handful of coins. In response, the innkeeper produced a bottle of Black-Briar mead and handed it to them.*"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*The silver-haired Khajiit nodded as thanks, extending a sharp claw from one of his digits. He pierced it into the cork of the bottle, pulling it out quite sharply and setting it down as he took a swig. He was dressed in fairly fine looking travel clothes, but it was apparent he wasn't defenseless- a pair of moonstone bracers and boots, as well as the glint of a moonstone cuirass under his red coat.*"
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "The door slams open, a disgusted noise comes from the doorway, as a most unfortunate Khajiit enters. He shakes his head, flinging a bit of rainwater everywhere as he steps in. \"Blegh.\" He utters in disgust, the water that drips off of him is almost black in color, as if he's covered in a layer of soot. \"If khajiit knew it would rain this much he would have brung a parasol.\" He says, sitting down that the bar, \"This one fears no amount of brushing will fix his fur.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*The silver Khajiit seemed curious, and he smiled at the stranger's entrance.*\n\n\"These lands are quite wet compared to Elsweyr, friend. But ah, it is good to see another Khajiit in this frigid province. Greetings to you.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"*Rajhin kodesh!*\" He exclaims in surprise, not noticing the other Khajiit, after he recovers from the surprise he speaks, \"*Dras'kay*,\" He greets, \"*Urada*, you caught this one by surprise.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"*Dov mok*. Most in this land only know the Khajiiti from the caravans, this one understands. But it brings great joy to know that Khajiit is not alone. I am Sejdah.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "He gives a slight laugh, \"It just turns out khajiit is from one of those caravans. This one's name is Dar'Rakhhi. And Dar'Rakhhi is a Baandari Pedlar, this one's family is camped out in the forest near here.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Ah, Khajiit has not seen the litter of *Baan Dar* In many a year. Sejdah is a sea captain, and he has sailed for many years to many shores. I have traveled from Senchal to Blacklight, and from Daggerfall to Lilmoth, and everywhere in between. But as treacherous as the sea is, it is a home far away from home.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Skyrim is far away, as well. This one assumes you are a *Marrenrij* Then? You do not look like a military sailor.\""
}
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48.5 | 2024-01-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*Sejdah smiled at the comment.*\n\n\"There is truth to your words. What do you do, *Trevan?* I picked up on the stench of sulfur when you walked in... What must you work with to shed black water?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"I make things *Pewapa*.\" He says with a laugh, \"Fireworks, bombs, flash powder, and other things that smoke or glow brightly.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Ah, a worker of *Ako jiksho*! Khajiit has seen much of it in his times at sea. It brings much joy, but also portends battle. Regardless, this one sees a kindred spirit in you, Dar'Rakhhi. *Rahjin khrassa ko yosan jer.*\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Dar'Rakhhi would take you up on the offer, if not for this one's worship of Baan Dar. Khajiit would be glad to trade with your group, though.\""
}
] | 45 | 194 |
77.333333 | 2024-01-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Hmm... Perhaps this one shall purchase one of these handheld cannons. But I must ask how much it shall set me back, and how are they used? The mechanisms look quite complicated to me.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"The prices vary depending on what you go for, same with ammunition. Cartridges are 10 septims each, but khajiit can also sell you what you need to make your own cartridges.\" He says, \"And they're quite simple to use, but this one does not think it wise to show you how to use it here.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Of course not! Khajiit may be adventurous, but he doesn't go around firing cannons in the middle of a town. Perhaps outside the city would be better? It seems that it is still raining, however.\"\n\n*The sound of rain hitting the walls was still audible, but quieter than when Dar'Rakkhi had first entered. Perhaps it was dying down, slowly.*"
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"We shall wait for the rain to part. This one dislikes getting wet.\" He says with a laugh, \"There are things you will need to get used to, they are quite loud, and aiming is different from a bow or crossbow.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"So be it. Until then, perhaps I could talk more of where I am from. You have spoken of your family and caravan, and so I shall speak of my family... Oh, it has been so long since my mind wandered to Senchal. My earliest home. I still remember the winds of the sea wafting through the city, the sounds of bustling ports and busy roads, and the taste of salt in the air. Such a beautiful city. It is where this one is from, where I met her...\"\n\n*Sejdah began to trail off a bit, falling quiet. A brief, somber look on his face. And then, it switched back like nothing happened.*\n\n\"Ah, it is where Khajiit first began learning of the sea, working the docks. My strength and agility came in quite handy during those days.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"This one visited Senchal when he was younger, even saw one of the Sload Floaters pick up a delivery. Quite a sight.\" He says, \"Khajiit has never sailed before, the Baandari stick to roads, less variables to worry about when on land.\""
}
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{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"*Zavi*, a life on the sea is one of the most difficult ways one can live, but it brings with it many opportunities. Ah, but Khajiit did set sail with a heavy heart. I left behind much to join the Eclipse's crew, back when it was under a different name and a different captain.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"This one was never so bold to live a life like that,\" He says, \"Khajiit did plant to come to Skyrim alone at first, but my family joined me on this journey.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Yes, I did not just leave my family behind in Senchal, but my love. *Zivshi'fa...*\"\n\n*Sejdah once again paused, sighing and taking another sip of his drink. The jolly attitude turned to melancholy, and now he looked mainly at his drink.*"
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"An old flame, this one assumes? The one who got away?\" He says, \"Dar'Rakhhi was not so lucky as to have his own, much too busy with experiments.\""
}
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{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"She wasn't just an old flame... She was the love of my life. Khajiit first met her when he was dared to pick her pocket, but she stole this one's heart instead. We were together for some time, and I worked aboard her father's ship. Then one day, it was boarded by pirates, the ones I would later call brothers and sisters. She did not want to live the life of a pirate, and that was that. Sejdah tried once or twice to resolve it, but he fears he lost her forever.\"\n\n*He stared down at his drink, now saddened and gloomy.*"
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"This one doubts continuing to be a pirate helps that case.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Many fish in the sea, or so they say, no? Many do say that a sailor's true love is the sea, as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Perhaps, but still, Khajiit often wonders if he made the right choice of career. I tried to change who I was for years. I stayed within an adeptorium, and I still dread the asceticism. But I hoped I could change. Oh, I'm getting off track. What were we talking about?\""
}
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{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"This one believes we were waiting for the rain to clear.\" He says, \"You were speaking of your life to pass the time.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Ah, right. Hmm... Now that you mention the rain, I do not hear anything. Perhaps it has cleared up. You could not have timed your words better, Dar'Rakkhi.\"\n\n*Indeed, the patter of rain had faded during the conversation, and the storm had ceased.*\n\n\"Now that it seems the rain has cleared, perhaps you can show this one your invention in action?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Of course!\" He says, standing up rifle slung on his back, \"Come, come, and I will demonstrate!\" He leads Sejdah out of the inn, \"We should leave the city walls, I doubt they will approve of the racket.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Agreed! Riften has its charms, but the fresh air always does good for this one. Lead on, friend.\"\n\n*He took out a few coins and left them on the counter as payment for his drink, and proceeded to follow Dar'Rakkhi on his way out.*"
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "They'd leave the inn, then the city, and Dar'Rakhhi would lead Sejdah to a spot in the woods, \"This one is realising how bad this might look if not for my profession.\" He says with a laugh, \"Leading a stranger into the woods.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"I prefer to deal with some by sword or surprise, not by deception. But not you, you are a merchant, and I only wish to know more of your invention.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Well, khajiit believes this spot will suffice.\" He says, moving the rifle to his hands. He pulls the bolt back, places a paper cartridge into the chamber, pushes the bolt forward, crouches, aims, then KCH-ACK, the gun fires, a loud noise ringing and echoing throughout the air, a thin plume of smoke emmanating from the barrel, a few feet a way a tree has a crater punched halfway through it"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*Sejdah had reflexively braced against the loud noise. He'd worked with cannons before, but it was still quite loud to him.*\n\n\"Impressive! Quite a weapon you have made there. If it can punch through wood like that, I can only imagine it used against warriors.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"It's quite good at piercing armor.\" He says, \"Khajiit also has smaller firearms,\" He reaches into is coat, removing his derringer. It's quite small, with two barrels, \"Would you like to give it a try?\" He asks while loading the pistol"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Of course I would. Let's see, now...\"\n\n*He eagerly took hold of the small firearm, feeling his fingers around to get an idea of its shape and parts. Once he'd managed to get the right grip, he aimed it towards another nearby tree and squeezed the trigger tightly.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Both hammers strike, causing both of the cartridges to fire off. One bullet hits a tree the other goes way off, striking the ground a few yards past the tree. The recoil sends a shockwave through Sejdah's arm, causing him to drop the gun"
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Pretty good for your first try!\" He says with a smile, \"What are your thoughts? How do you feel?\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"An exhilarating experience, but by Rahjin that thing kicks like a *Senche*! Perhaps you're used to that enough that it looks easy?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "He picks the derringer of the ground, \"Your stance needs work, and so does your grip.\" He says, cleaning the barrels and inserting new cartridges. He pulls one lever back, and takes a proper stance, \"Like this, see?\" He says, firing only one of the barrels, he clearly felt the recoil, but it was more or less mitigated"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*The pirate captain looked intently at Dar'Rakhhi as he demonstrated, eyeing the various motions for himself.*\n\n\"I see, I see... What inspired such an invention, if Khajiit may ask?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Purely the drive of invention. This one watched as a bottle containing a small amount of the powder could push the cork out and kept going from there.\" He says, \"Khajiit has made many such creations based on similar principles.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"How much do you ask for one of those...'rifles', you call them? If I can figure them out, one would be a fine addition to my arsenal.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"A thousand or so Septims, I'd say. This one makes cheaper alternatives, though. For 750 septims you can get a simple rifled musket, and for 500 you can get a smooth bore.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"I do have the coin for the rifle, but what of those paper things you loaded into yours? How much are those?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Cartridges are 10 septims per cartridge. For a slightly higher price, but better value, I could sell you the means to make your own. Paper, powder, and lead.\" He laughs, \"I will not be able to give you the items here, though. The rifle and pistol are my own, you'll need to come to our camp for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Of course, of course. Khajiit is eager to meet your caravan as well. I'm sure we will do much business from here. If you may, please lead the way.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "*There was an air of silence in the courtyard that was rare. Ayemnivi never lined them up like this... But it was 15 or so guards lined up. The expression on her face was worrisome.*\n\n\"It was my goal to not treat you like soldiers when I took this position. That was my only goal... But today is a time where i have to break that.\"\n\n*She reached into her pocket on her gambeson. Inside was a note. She held it high.*\n\n\"Smuggling for the Thieves Guild! Which one of you worthless sacks of shit is responsible for this!\"\n\n*She knew who it was. But she was making a display to make her point. She walked down the line, she was very short compared to them, and her blade... Very strange.*\n\n\"How about you, Breton? Making some extra money to buy your Wifes lover something nice!?\"\n\n*A snicker came from the end of the row, but she ignored it.*\n\n\"I know it was you! That was over 2000 gold in goods! You will rot until the maggots will fester in your bloated corpse!\"\n\n*She grabbed him by the head and knocked him over, a few teeth were on the ground.*\n\n\"I want two of you to take this man to jail! The rest of you are dismissed!\"\n\n*2 guards grabbed him and took him. The rest left. She brushed herself off.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil was standing under the courtyard's southeastern arch, the one over the path leading to the residential district. She leaned against a wall with her arms crossed over her chest as she took in the spectacle, making a mental note for herself to never get on this guard captain's bad side.\n\nWhen the guards were dismissed, she started to make her way deeper into the courtyard. The friend she'd some to say goodbye to hadn't seen her approaching as he headed back into the castle. Rather than just barge in, which she believed this guard captain probably wouldn't like, she decided to introduce herself.\n\n\"So, what kinda goods were they smuggling? Skooma? Moon sugar? Anything unique?\" She said as she watched the last of the guards dragging the criminal away. Once they disappeared, her gaze moved down to the guard captain. She stuck her hands in her trouser's pockets, doing what she could to guard against the biting wind that blew through the courtyard."
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh... A guard was allowing a Guild member to enter the East Empire warehouse and steal from it, then altering the Logs behind the warehouse keepers back, i found out when i looked in my own ranks... Tullius was hounding me about it. It's none of his business.\"\n\n*She crossed her arms. She was short... 5'5 but seemingly quite muscular. She had the look of a fighter. On her belt was a strange mask... With 2 tusks on it. Almalexia, if mirihil knew. Ayem smiled.*\n\n\"I'm not like that all the time... You just have to set examples sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Yeah, I get it. Can't say I feel sorry for the East Empire Company, though. Establishing a monopoly on multiple goods is pretty deplorable, in my opinion. Especially when the highest ranking members are hand-picked by the Emperor.\"\n\nShe took her hands out of her pockets as the wind died down, casually crossing her arms over her stomach as she shifted her weight to her right leg. She looked at the mask and narrowed her eyes a bit, analyzing the mask. It fit what she'd learned about the Mask of Almalexia almost perfectly. \"That mask—it a replica, or the real thing?\" Her tone was warily awestruck, like she was trying to not get too excited in case it wasn't the actual artifact she'd read so much about."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Busy witg a friend will respond"
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "*She seemed embarrassed.*\n\n\"Um... Yes I... It's complicated! But there arent any new temple fanatics around... My cousin sent this to me.\"\n\n*She took the blade affixed to her hip, it was Hopesfire. THE Hopesfire.*\n\n\"I didn't know i had a Cousin... But she's a researcher at the College and uncovered a lot of ALMSIVI relics... Better in the hands of those that respect them than the temple fiends... Who want the worship quelled...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil's face was quickly overtaken by pure astonishment, a feeling that only multiplied when she realized what the strange sword at the guard captain's hip truly was. The Altmer's mouth opened and she tried to speak, but only stammers came out. \n\n\"You've just... Casually got two relics that belonged to someone as close to a god as a mortal can get?\" She said as she took a small step forward and clasped her hands behind her back, inspecting the Dwemeri blade. \"I mean—how do you even get around? Surely there are people out there who'd go to any length to get them...\"\n\nShe was practically whispering now, her gaze flitting between the two artifacts. It was like she was entranced."
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"In Morrowind, maybe. Nobody cares here. It's something I like about Skyrim... Even if most of the people are ignorant. Anyone whos looking for them wont expect to look here. They'd check the College... Where they *Were.*\"\n\n*She spoke proudly, standing upright.*\n\n\"My family was a long line of Ordinators... Some being Her Hands. I kept the tradition alive during the Great War... Donning our Armor against the dominion. If anyone is suited to carry Her relics... It would be me. Ayemnivi.\"\n\n*Her name began with the pronunciation of the Daedric letter A.*\n\n\"It... It really isn't that big of a deal... I know my cousin has the Mask of Vivec... An Apostle in Markarth has Sehts... And Trueflame is in the hands of an Armiger in Raven Rock. We are the most suited to keep them safe.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil listened intently to the story, nodding and humming in understanding as it went on. She seemed to react differently when Ayemnivi mentioned she was a soldier in the Great War, but whatever reaction it was, it was replaced by the same captivated interest she'd held a moment before. \n\n\"Not that big of a deal,\" She repeated with a small chuckle. \"I'm sure you've read the eighth volume of The Truth in Sequence. That sword supposedly wounded Mehrunes Dagon himself. Pretty big deal to be holding it if you ask me.\" She took one last moment to drink in the sight of the blade before looking back to Ayemnivi. \"I'm Mirihil, by the way. I'm a mage and I studied at the Arcane University, so magical artifacts hold a special place in my heart.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "*She smiled.*\n\n\"It's good to see that there still is care in the world for the Arcane. It's... Saddening to see the attendance at the College of Winterhold. I suppose that's just... Skyrim. How it is here.\"\n\n*She put Hopesfire back on her side. It was odd that a Dunmer was even the Guard Captain here... And from what she said earlier she didn't seem to care much for Tullius.*\n\n\"What brings you here to the courtyard? Odd for a civilian to be here... Though not illegal. Friend in the Legion?\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Yeah, the Oblivion Crisis and the Great War both caused a lot of disdain for magic across Tamriel. It's... Especially bad here though,\" She lamented in response to Ayemnivi's remark.\n\n\"Just a guard, actually. Skjall. It's my last day in Solitude—gonna head out soon. Wander, look for work, that kind of thing. Wanted to say goodbye to him before I left.\" \n\nShe looked to the door to the castle before her gaze returned to Ayemnivi. \"What'd you do before you became guard captain though? I'm sure some past experience made you a candidate for the job.\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Skjall is a good one. Honorable.\"\n\n*She frowned slightly regarding \"Past experience.*\n\n\"I was a guard in Mournhold fighting of the periodic An-Xileel attacks... Then the war started... And i wanted to get back at those responsible for those attacks, the Dominion. I fought at Leyawiin, a few other smaller battles. But they didn't take kindly to imperial veterans back home. I took this position here.\"\n\n*She lowered her voice.*\n\n\"But between you and me my faith is waning... I went back to being a guard to be a part of a Community, not a Legion. I'm not going to fight for an empire, I'm going to fight for the people who live here. I'm supposed to help setting up the new life festival here soon.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"That's a good stance to have,\" She answered in an equally lowered voice. \"No empire or monarchy will ever have the good of its people in mind. Some way to placate the masses, maybe, or some warped definition of what's good for them, but nothing... Genuine.\"\n\nThen she spoke again, voice at a normal pitch this time. \"But speaking of the New Life Festival—I'd actually considered staying until it's over. I'm already all packed, but... I dunno. Couldn't hurt to stay here a few weeks longer.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt depending on where you're going. It's about Community... We planned to make this year the best... In spite of the conflict. Though our entry from other holds will be strict... Tullius' orders. But the festivities will be grand!\"\n\n*She actually seemed excited, which was different from the Gruff persona she seemed to portray.*\n\n\"It's a time to forget the war... Forget the rebellion... Forget everything... Just enjoy yourself!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"You make it sound even more tempting,\" She said with a small chuckle. \"But... We'll see. Maybe if I leave right when the festival's done, I could get some coin as a bodyguard for someone leaving the city...\"\n\nMore than anything, she was making up an excuse for herself to stay. She loved wandering, at least in this stage of her life. It was nice, but it sometimes made it difficult to really want to stay in one place. \n\n\"You gonna be celebrating while the festival's on? Or working?\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Celebrating... I work all the time... I'll still be... Ready, but i can get out of the Guard Armor, and just enjoy myself. Most guards will be off... In favor of the Legion taking up the duty. It's an agreeance made long ago. I keep the tradition.\"\n\n*She smiled*\n\n\"These festivals... They're a time to forget everything that ails you... And focus on the moment.\"\n\n*She thought.*\n\n\"And then maybe Nereva will come...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Glad to hear it,\" Mirihil said with a smile. Ayemnivi really didn't seem like all that much of a hardass to Mirihil—not as much as that persona she had used on the guards a few minutes ago, at least. She deserved to have some time for herself.\n\n\"Nereva? Wait—you said your cousin was from Winterhold, right? Is she the head of Thaumaturgical studies, by any chance?\" A small smile grew on her lips as she realized exactly who Ayem's cousin was."
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Yes... She found out we were related going through East Empire Records surprisingly... She's from Solstheim. I'm a bit older though... Even if i dont know her much at all... I'm proud of her for doing so much.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I've read some of her works on the Tribunal. She's definitely an accomplished mage,\" Mirihil said with a nod. She couldn't help but be amazed at the fact that in one day, she'd managed to see two artifacts of the Tribunal and meet someone related to one of the head staff at the College of Winterhold. Not how she had expected the day to go, but definitely not unwelcome.\n\n\"Did you or her ever get to see Winterhold before the Collapse?\" She asked. \"It happened when I was a child and I've always been sad I never got to see what the College used to be like.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"I'm old... But i wasn't even in skyrim when that happened. That was in 122... I'm sure someone like Venasu saw it... The Telvanni merchant you'll see at the port.\"\n\n*She adjusted her stance to be morr comfortable. She tended to always be \"Ready\", but she got more comfortable.*\n\n\"What's your story? You already know everything about me...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Fair,\" She answered with a small chuckle, looking up at the top of the castle.\n\n\"I was born in the Imperial City, in 119,\" She began. \"My parents had fled Summerset after the Thalmor takeover and landed there, and eventually had me. Went through basic education and studied at the Arcane University for a few years. Once I graduated, I started wandering.\" \n\nShe stood with her hands in her pockets, weight casually shifted to one leg. \"Wanted to see what the University couldn't or wouldn't teach me. Learn as much as I could through direct physical experience, that sort of thing.\"\n\nShe let out a small sigh as she looked again to Ayemnivi. \"Once the Great War started, my parents knew the Imperial City was gonna be a target and left to Falkreath. I was in Black Marsh at the time, so I went through Eastern Cyrodiil to meet them. Never got caught up in the war, thankfully, but... I think I should've done more to help my friends and the University, at least. I haven't even seen what the city's like after the war.\"\n\nHer voice was soaked in guilt. The choice had been far from easy. It was either protect her parents or her friends. The Thalmor hunting refugees wasn't unprecedented; the Night of Green Fire was proof they wanted to minimize the amount of exiles from Summerset who could speak about what life had been like there.\n\nShe knew her decision wasn't evil, but it still felt like just as much of a stain on her soul.\n\n\"But we eventually ended up here. Seemed to be the safest place. Sturdy, defensible. But... We'll see if this civil war reaches it\""
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Surprised you missed Leyawiin then... Going through eastern cyrodiil... I was there for the entire war. Myself and another Dunmer captain. He retired to Solstheim after the concordat. It's an all too familiar tale... I had to make choices i wasn't ready for... The choice of one life over another. You aren't alone in your choices.\"\n\n*She sighed. Looking down before looking back up at her.*\n\n\"But Solitude is the legion base in the region... Its the one city the stormcloaks will have to take.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She appreciated Ayemnivi's words. It was good to know she wasn't alone in that struggle.\n\n\"Yeah. It's not looking good, but my parents are convinced everything will work out before it comes to that. I think they're tired of having to flee their home and are just trying to convince themselves they won't have to ever again.\"\n\nA somber look spread across her face. \"Consequences of having such a long life, I suppose. First they lived through the Oblivion Crisis, then the Great War, and now this. They don't deserve to have gone through it all."
},
{
"author": "Ayemnivi Redoran",
"message": "\"Well... It's a testament to their own strength, their resilience, that they're still here. Despite everything, you're still here.\"\n\n*She smiled. Her view of things was that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.*\n\n\"They make it through all that... You make it through all that, then everything else will be easy. Thats how i see it anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"For some things, maybe. But I don't think having to abandon everything and run from your home would ever get easier.\"\n\nShe truly felt terrible for her parents. She willingly chose the life of a wanderer, but even she had a home she could return to. To have one and be torn from it twice must have been devastating. \n\n\"I do miss Cyrodiil though,\" She said. \"Skyrim's nice, but... It's damn cold. And there's no tobacco.\""
}
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{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "Fa'jirr thumbed his hood over his head, and prepared to enter the idle streets of Solitude through the yawning gates that felt like fangs closing on his neck.\n\nThe night was pleasant, fresh, and blessedly *Quiet.* Whispers of conversation reached his ears as runaway streams flowed to the creek, snippets of secrets bitten out into the crisp twilight, lost in white puffs of warm air from lips and in the conscience of those who cared to listen. Fa'jirr tilted his head to the starry sky, allowing the wind to kiss his nose and rustle the thick fur on his cheeks. There was a trick to telling the potential that lay in the shadows, he thought, a finesse that came with reading the darkness. Today, it told him this; tonight was a good night.\n\nFa'jirr had a job, though, as one often did in the wallows of Solitude. There was no peace to be found in the fidgeting fingers that lay at his sides, or the way his gaze darted along pockets and knapsacks lying at the waiting hands of guards. There was no placating temperance in the way his lips tilted upward into the slightest of smiles, russet muzzle turned brown in the light of sputtering torches. The night was good, and equally as profitable for deft hands. He only hoped his charisma would carry him through the night, and leave him able to afford breakfast tomorrow morning."
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "This deafening silence would occasionally be broken by the gentle tapping of wood against the stone streets of the capital, but the source of this disturbance could not be determined. \n\nArel had finally made the most crucial life decision up until this moment, choosing to leave home and chart his own course through the sea that was life. It would not be an easy adjustment to make, quite the contrary, but he was willing to do anything if it meant being free of the stranglehold his family had on him. However, he could not stay in Solitude for fear that he would be caught and face inevitable retribution. He had to leave as quickly as possible and not draw any attention to himself, not even that of the guards, so he stuck to the shadows as much as possible, managing to leave the Avenues district and come so close to reaching the main gates. From there, he could wait for the guards to temporarily leave their posts and escape undetected. \n\nDespite the stress surrounding him, it did not inhibit his ability to devise a structured action plan.\n\nOne issue, however, the street leading to the front gate was as open and inviting as the plains of Whiterun hold, enveloped in the bright torchlight. He had no choice but to expose himself, hoping that those who walked the streets this late at night would be occupied with their respective tasks and not take notice of him. \n\nThe young Nord adjusted his hood to cast a somber umbra over the upper half of his face and started down the road, clinging to the shadows as best he could."
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "Fa'jirr was often penned for his curiosity and habit of being utterly unable to stay out of his own business. Nosy and uncouth with a tongue painted in silver that allowed him to slink his way out of trouble, he made far too much coin knowing things he shouldn't, and so investigating what was outside the norm was certainly not outside of his book of contract. In fact, it was entirely his business — selling secrets was a tough job that not any man could come across. A sellsword couldn't divulge the greatest weakness of a man, just as he was not able to bring his blade to the jugular.\n\nThis, of course, was precisely why a paw caught the nape of Arel's hood, barely enough to do much besides stop him in his tracks unless he chose to pull away. Petulant nosiness got the best of him once more, and a suspicious, gangly stranger hustling in the pale light of the city's guardian nighthawks that watched the shadows with a cat's eye was certainly one of the things that he could not ignore. Now, of course, he had to figure out if this figure was of any interest, and perhaps he'd strike gold — or find a soul he'd either be inclined to help or harm.\n\n\"If you intend to get out of the gates unnoticed, rushing through the shadows only makes you look more suspicious.\" He spoke, voice thickly accented and hushed slightly, unable to heard by any prying ears. It was his pride to have the exceptional hearing of a khajiit — to know how to temper one's voice to only permitted ears. The boy he had caught was proving to be scrupulous simply by how he avoided being seen by the common wanderer. No normal citizen wore a hood over their face and kept their shoes in the shadows, and they certainly did not have the scent of stress *Reeking* From them. He did have to give him some credit, though — he had hidden himself well. It was only thanks to his instincts that he stood out, and the fact that he mirrored his own antics when hiding something."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The sound of magic could be heard not too far away, like something was conjured then banished not too long after, purple light flashing briefly, it's not quite visible what exactly came out, but it was small, no larger than chicken, it hops up onto a barrel, making it easier to see, it's a cat, wearing a collar with blue cloth attached covering its back, it sits and licks it paw, looking at the two as they pass"
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "Raising his paw he waves, \"*Dras'kay, trevan*\" He says, speaking Ta'agra, \"*Vara jer do?*\", he says toward the cloaked figure, \"Are you okay?\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "With a soft yelp, Arel stopped dead on the spot, and his fragile heart skipped a beat as he gripped his hood with a clawed hand to keep his face from becoming exposed, fully believing himself to be compromised. However, upon hearing the unfamiliar voice of the Khajiit, his fears of somebody who knew him personally discovering him were alleviated. With how little he engaged with others in conversation, he was always listening and observing their individual accents, impediments, and the like, rendering him capable of swiftly determining who was speaking to him with a shocking degree of accuracy. \n\nThe figure reluctantly turned to his captor, head hanging low out of shame and hands trembling as if he was barely supporting his own weight, even with his cane. While very little of his frail frame was visible, one would inevitably take notice of his deathly pale skin, pointed chin, and messy blonde hair that protruded from the seemingly infinite abyss of his robes. \n\nHe refused to speak as the dim purple light illuminated the pair, if only for a moment, and drew Arel's attention away only to meet eyes with a feline licking its paw before... Speaking? It spoke in a language he recognized, Ta'agra, so he could only assume this was a second Khajiit, perhaps associated with the one who held him hostage? He could not be sure and this uncertainly chilled him to the bone more than a bitter Skyrim winter ever could."
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "He would be lying if he said he wasn't caught unawares by the feline suddenly appearing behind him, but he should have known that he would not go undiscovered for long. Biting back a sigh, he studied the figure standing before him, claws still gently pinching the fabric of his hood between his thumb and index. What a curiosity.\nThe boy looked frail, sunken eyes and pale skin with hollow cheeks that cast shadows underneath the complexion of his face. His skin was nearly transparent, and the veins he could see under the translucent skin of his eyelids worried him, he could not deny. This was no normal resident striding out onto the streets with business to attend to. This was either a boy escaping a life in prison, or a *Very* Good liar.\n\n\"*Dras'kay. Kaaka vaba jer sarik etofor*?\" He returned to the other khajiit in an unfamiliar tongue, the words coming as naturally as blood was let from a wound before his eyes returned to scrutinize the mysterious hooded figure, eyebrows furrowing and leaving a hardened look in his eyes. \n\n\"You are weak.\" He began, bluntly. \"Khajiit would be foolish to haggle a vagabond such as you.\" A frown tugged at his face. While dishonest, lacking entirely in integrity, and known for being overzealous with his antics, he was not cruel. His sharp eyes returned to watching the guards, a familiar pace he had studied from the times he had chosen to slip jeweled rings and circlets from pockets in Solitude before."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He lets out a laugh, \"I rarely do these kinds of things, brings too much attention to me, but this situation caught my *Dosana*.\" He looks Arel, \"Is everything alright?\" He says, hopping down from the barrel and inspecting the boy, \"*Kha'jay*...\" He mutters, seeing the boys face, he shakes his head, \"No need to make a spectacle, do you have somewhere to stay?\" He asks, in full teacher mode"
}
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{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "As the small feline began to inspect him, Arel could not help but impulsively rotate on the spot, ensuring that his hastily carved cane was between him and Jo'Del before taking a short series of steps backward, freeing himself from Fa'jirr's lenient grasp. The figure ever so slightly raised his head and opened his mouth as if he was going to speak but quickly retreated into silent gloom. Evidently, he was distressed about something, but nothing more than this could be determined. \n\n\"D-Dov...\" He muttered so quietly that not even the highly attuned hearing of the Khajiit could detect it. The only indicator of his response to his inquiry would be the subtle shake of his head, followed by yet another attempt to distance himself from them."
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "He noticed his lips moving, but couldn't quite catch a hint of what he'd said. All he saw was the shaking of his head, thin wiry hairs framing the pointed chin and the eyes that were wide in something akin to fear. Fa'jirr felt himself begin to lose interest if the boy would be difficult. Though, he could not blame him for not trusting a stranger, especially a Khajiit. Perhaps he was smarter than he looked.\n\n\"He is not staying. He is going.\" He began, thoughtful, as his eyes once again followed the guards standing at the entrance of the gate with their stiff backs. \"That is why you walked toward the gate, yes?\" He lightly rapped his free paw against his satchel, bringing the knuckles of his other to his jaw thoughtfully. \n\nThen, he had an *Idea.* Of course, it was overkill, unnecessary, and profound — but Fa'jirr's day had been endlessly boring. Surely there wouldn't be a problem with making things more interesting. Steadily, a slow smile began to tease at his lips, a single small fang protruding from one of them.\n\n\"Would you like a distraction?\" He offered, before he could stop himself."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"If you need somewhere to go I can help, you can trust me,\" He says, moving one of his paws to make an amulet bearing the sigil of the College of Winterhold more visible, \"I'm the Arch-Mage, believe it or not. I can provide you transport to somewhere safe, should you want it. Otherwise I can help you get to the carriage, I'll need a moment though.\" He looks at the other Khajiit, \"That could be helpful keep eyes off him while he leaves, though I do wonder why he needs to leave...\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "As Arel's blood-red gaze turned to Jo'Del's amulet, he could make out the familiar seal, identifying it as belonging to the College of Winterhold. Perhaps this cat was, in fact, telling the truth, but surely this could not be the case? What would the Arch Mage of such an institution be doing in the streets of Solitude in the middle of the night? Why did *Either* Of the two have such a vested interest in him?\n\n\"Rik dej ahziss dayth jer?\" He asked, louder than before, to ensure that he was heard but not overstep his boundaries. The boy did not even realize that he was digging his extended fingernails into the dorsal aspect of his other hand."
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "Ah, Ta'agra spoken in the foreign tongue of a smooth-skin. He raised an eyebrow at him, and responded, though with another slight of apprehension to his voice as he refrained from plucking the boy's fingernails out of his palm. \n\n\"Dov deqe. Ahziss vakozay, jer heko?\" *No need. I distract them, you go?* The inquiry was simple and to the point. He had just met this poor fool, barely knowing him long enough to find his name — he didn't deal in names, after all, just coin, but he was perfectly comfortable with having some mischievous fun and aiding someone at the same time. Any excuse was a prime one. Besides, favors meant debt, and debt could always be exercised later if the one indebted had a sense of honor."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He laughs, \"Thinking so limited...\" He says to the khajiit with a smirk, \"Well how about I gain your trust then. One moment,\" He walks back into the alleyway, a flash of green light is seen, and after a minute a Cathay-Raht Khajiit steps out, \"Usually people trust me less in my natural form, something something looking down on me.\" He says with a laugh, \"If you want I can give you a shortcut out, no distractions needed, all you need to tell me is where you want to go, I'd avoid most of the Northern cities, they get bitterly cold.\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "His eyes widened further than ever as the Alfiq returned as a Cathay. This was the last thing he'd expected to see, but it all added up. Jo'Del must have been the Arch-Mage; who else in Skyrim could accomplish such a magical feat?\n\n\"Why... Why are either of you offering to help me? What do you expect in return?\" He stammered, eyes darting back and forth between the two to ensure neither of them grew hostile or drew the attention of the city guard. Indeed, neither of them attempted to help him out of the kindness of their hearts. They must have been leading him on to take advantage of him somehow. As much as he wanted this to not be the case, it was a feeling he could not shake, which was reflected in his body language."
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{
"author": "imperiaan_",
"message": "[ oh yeah! I'll respond soon ]"
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "Ah. The little one was smart. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the eerie light that radiated from the alleyway from the corner of his vision, turning to spot a tall Khajiit striding out with his hands folded before him, as any noble figure would do. He wore a circlet made of gold — *Real* Gold, the Khajiit realized with a quick stab of shock. His eyes were a deep lavender with thin pupils that scanned him with nearly as much suspicion as he did a coin purse, which only furthered his now encroaching sense of dread. *Ziss. Of course a noble one of the college is here.* If he was honest with himself, he hadn't trusted nor believed him at first.\n\n\"Ah. Fa'jirr sees you are..\" He paused, the edge of his lip curling. \"..Truly the arch-mage. Fascinating.\" His expression was quickly wiped clean, returned to a neutral slate of relative indifference as he swallowed down his slight disdain. He had never cared for those who lavished in their good fortune, whether that feeling came from selfishness or simple jealousy. Khajiit were not allowed in most cities and the insults thrown at him made his claws curl. To see one living so comfortably was jarring — enough so to arise bitterness. Returning his eyes to the boy, expression more dull and eyes hardened, he emphasized the other khajiit's point.\n\n\"Nothing is wanted when you are skin and bones and teeth.\" He spoke with a tut, \"Go with the arch-mage. He will do you more good than Fa'jirr can.\""
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He smiles, \"I expect nothing in return. I just think it'd be much easier for you to get where you need to go with some help,\" He laughs, \"In fact I'm inclined to give you something, instead.\" He looks toward Fa'jirr, \"I hope I'm not offending you, Fa'jirr\" He says politely, \"Here, a token of good will,\" He says, tossing a gold amulet to the Khajiit, it's engraved with the symbol of the College, with an enchantment that makes it feel warm, \"To help with the cold weather.\" He looks back to Arel, \"At the College I do what I can to help my students, that is my goal here as well. If I may alleviate at least one persons pain, even a little, then I am happy.\" He says, with a kind smile"
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"author": "kyruberis",
"message": "At this point, Arel felt he could not say no to either of them, lest he faces their wrath, so he hung his head and let out an inaudible sigh. He was not going to get out of this situation, so the best thing he could do was give in.\n\n\"Send me wherever you think is best...\" He said as tears welled in his eyes, fully expecting to be sent to the middle of nowhere where he would most certainly perish with no chance of survival."
},
{
"author": "imperiaan_",
"message": "[ just woke up, sorry on it ]"
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "It was Fa'jirr's turn to be speechless for a change, catching the amulet gingerly in his paws. His eyes were blown wide, eyebrows disappearing into the fringes of his hair and jaw hanging slightly agape at the precious item that had been given to him. He blinked owlishly, glancing at the arch-mage, then at the boy, then back at the mage, before promptly straightening his posture and clenching the amulet in a fist, attempting to look marginally respectful.\n\n \"This one is not offended. Thank you. Sir.\" He managed, voice tinged with a shell-shocked mortification as he struggled to regain the shattered pieces of his composure that seemed to have scattered somewhere at the bottom of his gut. \"That is noble of you, ah.. Are you alright?\" He glanced back to the thin boy, now noticing the watery eyes and the slight wobble of his lip, the warble in his voice. He had never been good at comforting, so he decided to shut his foolish trap and be still."
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"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"As you wish,\" He says with a bow, smile on his face, he opens a portal to outside of an inn, the air blowing in from the portal is warm, and smells slightly of sulfur, \"Just outside of Windhelm, in the warmer area of Eastmarch, the hotsprings here are delightful, and a welcome change from the usual cold weather, I come here sometimes, just to think. Kynesgrove truly does feel connected to Khenarthi, at times, gorgeous wildlife, aside from the bears, of course.\" He smiles, \"You may enter when you feel ready,\" He looks at Fa'Jirr, \"You may come with, *Trevan*.\""
},
{
"author": "Arel Presthyra",
"message": "Arel was not used to anybody treating him so cordially. He had become so accustomed to either blatant hostility or apathetic disregard that the prospect of being treated differently seemed impossible. But Jo'Del seemed to be different from everybody else, and he could not understand why.\n\n\"T-Thank you. Thank you so much...\" He muttered as the scent of sulfur slid into his nostrils, an aroma he was entirely unfamiliar with, and a small series of tears ran down his face. The boy took one final breath, glanced up at the Khajiit, and approached the portal. There was no turning back; this was his life now. Anything would be an improvement over his previous one.\n\nHe stepped through, not truly grasping the effect this decision would have on him."
},
{
"author": "fa`jirr",
"message": "He took pause, glancing between the boy and the arch mage, finally having enough sense to relax his shoulders and not look quite as humiliated. He watched the boy head for the portal, but took no steps toward it himself, paws firmly rooted on the ground and a bit of a distant look in his eyes. \n\n\"..No.\" He responded calmly as he recovered his composure. \"Fa'jirr cannot. Windhelm does not take kindly to Khajiit, and this one has business in Solitude.\" He did have business, namely which included increasing his contacts by talking to the innkeep and gathering rumors and gossip for a thieves guild intern wanting to use his knowledge for coin. Of course, he couldn't just outright *Say* That."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He nods, \"Goodbye for now, then.\" He says to Fa'Jirr, \"If you're ever in Winterhold seek me out. I'd be glad to talk over some tea sometime!\" He says with a smile stepping into the portal, leaving it open in case Fa'Jirr changes his mind, placing a hand on Arel's back, \"Let's get you some rest, maybe something to eat, I could definitely go for a sweet.\" He says with a smile, \"You're welcome.\" He says, he looks back to Fa'Jirr, \"Last call, drinks are on me.\""
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "The Bosmer was exploring the market, after a good hunt she had plenty of coin to spend, more of a resupply, some arrows and since she has been saving up so much she might request to get a new set of armor.\n\nThe one she was wearing was fine but was well worn, a new set to not only have improved protection but as well as look a bit nicer than some dirty, cutup, patched set of leather armor would be better. She would be low on coin on such a commission but it would be worth it, besides Solitude had some good game she was hunting, plenty of deer, elk, and other animals that she could live off of, but i was colder here than it was in Whiterun, she began to wonder where Frogar had ran off too. It had been too long since she had seen him, not that she had to worry, The fiery redheaded Nord was way more than able to handle himself.\n\nFor now, the market was sort of packed with people stocking up for the week and Isha was unsure of what she wanted."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil was at a stall in the marketplace carrying a sack of produce. She was stopped at one particular stall, talking and laughing with the Breton attending it. Eventually, she chose a couple items and payed for them before setting off, waving goodbye to her friend. \n\nEven with all her magical prowess, dealing with crowds could still be a hassle to her. She accidentally bumped into someone on her way to another stall, causing her to lose the grip on her sack and making it open just enough for a couple items to fall out. She apologized to the person she'd bumped into before picking up a few of the things she'd dropped. One of them escaped her though—a tomato that had rolled right up to Isha's feet."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She was looking at some trinkets, some handmade jewelry. More of, she was looking at a necklace made out of some rope, some animal bones, feathers, and a bright blue gem that lay in the middle of the bird skull. It may have looked ugly to most, but for the young Bosmer, it looked quite pretty. As she was defocused on her current surroundings, she heard a bit of a commotion. An Altmer woman had bumped into somebody and had spilled some of her shopping items. One of them being a simple red tomato.\n\nKneeling down, she would pick up the tomato, not really having a way to clean it herself. She walked over towards the Altmer, whom seemed to be struggling with gathering her loose items.\n\n\"Uh, you dropped this. I would give it a good wash before you make any sort of stew with it. The streets here aren't that clean.\" She gave some obvious advice, giving the Altmer a small smile."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Right as Isha reached her, Mirihil stood from picking up her other items. \"Yeah, thanks,\" She said with a small chuckle, rubbing it on her shirt a bit to at least get a little dust and dirt off before returning it to the sack. Then she looked over to the spot Isha had been looking at, giving it a nod as she decided to try and make some conversation. \"Something over there catch your eye?\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Yeah no problem.\" She nodded back at the Altmer.\n\nWhen she was asked if she was interested in anything in the market, she looked over at the jewelry stand, still having the handmade bone necklace out on a red cloth display.\n\n\"I guess so, that necklace is pretty but I was more just looking at it. Saving up my coin for supplies and getting a new set of armor. The one I have is...\"\n\nShe paused and showed her well worn armor, straps that were hanging and worn metal parts. The armor had used up all it could and it was not comfortable to wear and it looked rather horrid.\n\n\"It had its run time for a new set. Something different, I heard the smiths here are pretty great, but it seems all smiths proclaim they are pretty great.\" She chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.\n\n\"I'm Isha by the way, just an archer for hire. I like to say I'm one of the best in Skyrim... Unless somebody can hit a flying bird with ease.\" She sort of boasted a bit."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil hummed in understanding when Isha showed how worn her armor was, chuckling a bit at her joke. \n\n\"I'm Mirihil, explorer and occasional mercenary—but I only really accept jobs on bandits and monsters. And yeah, every merchant tends to say they've got the best of whatever they're offering,\" She said, chuckling a bit with her last comment. She noticed the Bosmer's boasting didn't go unnoticed, but as far as Mirihil was concerned, a little bragging wasn't offensive so long as you could back it up.\n\n\"So, you live in Solitude or are you just here looking for work?\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Pfft. Like I could afford living. Way out of my price range... I don't have a home in Skyrim. But I would like too, I think if I was ever ready to settle down it would be in Falkreath. Quiet little town, lush forest, and plenty of game to hunt.\" She scoffed at first, but gave her an answer.\n\n\"I'm just here for work. I've been taking care of the high wolf population in these parts as well as the occasional bandit camps that seem to prey on merchants passing by on the main road.\" She added."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Ah, I see. I was getting ready to set off myself, actually—been taking a break here for a while, starting to get a bit antsy,\" She said. \"Falkreath's always been a nice place though, I agree! Just as serene now as it was fifty years ago.\" As nice as Falkreath was, it probably wouldn't be a place Mirihil stayed at in the long-term. It had a certain air of permanence to it that rubbed her the wrong way.\n\n\"I am a bit worried about traveling in the middle of a war, though... Did that during the Great War and it was *Hectic.* And I wasn't even going through the battlefields.\" She suddenly became a bit serious, memories of that time flooding over her. She'd probably have to be cautious and keep her ears to the ground in regards to where skirmishes were brewing."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"I was too young to remember the Great War, but yeah... Doesn't seem like a great time.\" Isha commented on the ordeal of the Great War.\n\n\n\"So if you don't mind me asking... What side were you on?\" She asked, but had a hesitant tone."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Neither,\" Mirihil shrugged, looking away and off to the distance. \"I mean—I grew up in the Imperial City, but I'd been in Black Marsh when word reached my parents about the invasion. I had to go through eastern Cyrodiil to get there as quick as I could. War itself hadn't swept through, but... War doesn't make life easy for anyone, even the ones not directly hit by it. I was near Bruma when I got kidnapped by some bandits, 'cause I'd been riding for two days straight and basically collapsed when I tried to cast a spell. There were three cages full of people fleeing to Skyrim like I was.\"\n\nShe shook her head and sighed, looking to Isha again. \"Sorry, that got dark fast,\" She said with a smile. \"But yeah, wasn't a good time, like you said.\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"I'm sorry to hear that.\" Isha had somewhat of a condensending tone for the Mirihil.\n\n\"Bandits are foul, disgusting people. It's a shame the war gives them the advantage to take part of their crimes, with the armies and holds too busy with the war.\" She added."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Yeah, exactly. I helped who I could along the way, but I needed to keep my parents my top priority.\"\n\nShe slung her sack across her shoulder, holding onto it with both hands just to have a place to put them. \"So, you said you were an excellent archer, right?\" She asked, hoping to change the subject to something more lighthearted. \"What's the hardest shot you've ever had to land?\""
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha gave it some thought.\n\n\"It was sometime ago, a year perhaps?\" She gussed.\n\n\"Anyways, I was with this hunting party. Some random adventurers and I were help dealing with some Bandit gang that was in Whiterun. We were clearing out their numbers, they were not greta fighters but then their leader made a run for it. I was the only one that was able to get him, but I had no clear line of sight besides through a moving cage. So I waited just for the right moment, as the holes lined up I fired through the holes and wounded him pretty badly, it took us a bit but I managed to track him down and he brought him to justice.\" She told one of her most crazy shots.\n\n\"That was purely luck, I'm lucky that it wasn't a windy day.\" Shen added."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Shit, yeah, that's impressive,\" Mirihil answered with a small chuckle after listening intently. \n\n\"I'm more of a close-quarters kind of fighter. I used to rely only on spells, but once I got this scar, I thought it might be useful to learn how to fight toe to toe,\" She'd say, bringing two fingers up to the scar on her face when she mentioned it. \n\n\"Anyway, I should probably be going. Gotta get these groceries home,\" She said as she unslung the sack from her shoulder and held it up for a moment. \"Was a pleasure meeting you. Maybe we'll see each other on the road sometime.\"\n\nWith that, she gave the Bosmer a small wave and a smile, and started walking off towards the residential district."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Did you still want ayem\n\nI had a plan for something that your character would stumble upon in\n\nI'll make the starting post"
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{
"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*There was an oddly dressed altmer speaking to a Bosmer beggar. She wore the garb of some sort of jester. A fighting jester...*\n\n\"Master... Master abandoned you? He is... On Vacation... Well... This is terrible for all of us!\"\n\n*She would then receive a... Hip Bone... From the Bosmer. Odd.*"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Ayrenn is speaking i just didnt include dervenins dialogue"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil had been on her way back home from the Winking Skeever when she saw the exchange taking place. At first she thought nothing of it; it was none of her business what other people wore, so she was content to keep walking down the street. But then she saw a human hip bone being given and decided to get involved.\n\n\"How exactly did you get your hands on that?\" She asked candidly and sternly as she walked up to the pair, preparing herself to fight if need be."
},
{
"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"This? No entering the Pelagius Wing without it... It's it's a very important matter!\"\n\n*She very clearly wasnt... Well... The Bosmer had already skittered off away from the confrontation. But everything about the Altmer was odd. The outfit... Her height even. She was around 6'4 which was a bit tall even for a female altmer... And the Rapier at ger side looked like it was made of Amber or something.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil crossed her arms over her chest and sneered. The outfit, the plans, the hip bone—this was a madwoman, evidently.\n\n\"Didn't ask what you wanted to do with it, I asked how you—or rather, how that Bosmer—got it. He a killer? Am I gonna have to hunt him down?\""
},
{
"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"I Don't know... I don't think he was alive back then... Theres Bones everywhere... But these are special bones! The Bones of Pelagius Septim! My master... He is on vacation... I must contact him...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil's brow furrowed in confusion. \"What in the fuck...\" She whispered to herself before shaking her head and shutting her eyes, forming a plan in her mind.\n\n\"Right, okay, you've somehow managed to get the bones of the Mad Emperor. Who's your master? And where'd he go for vacation?\" \n\nShe was getting a bit nervous. The mentions of Pelagius, two seemingly insane people, and the mentions of a master to wrap it all up. It screamed of Daedric influence. And while that was certainly nerve-racking, she couldn't help but be intrigued."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Well, You're a bit silly if you cant figure it out... I cant say his name... Not yet anyway. It distracts him... Saying his name. But he's in the Blue Palace... In the Pelagius wing... If I dont get in well... No i don't want to think about it!..\"\n\n*Her tone shifted at the end. To despair, as though she were about to cry. She covered her face with her hands and looked down.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "That confirmed the Daedric aspect to all of this. Incantations held power, especially when names were involved. \n\n\"If you don't get in, what? What'll happen?\" She was curious, but not quite curious enough to deal with anything related to Sheogorath. The only thing that might've been able to push her to do it would be if there was some sort of real threat to Solitude—which might've been the case, if the stories of the Pelagius Wing were to be believed."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Death! Despair! Agony! The fabric of reality torn apart!\"\n\n*She was greatly exaggerating it, maybe that much for the shivering isles residents.*\n\n\"Thousands of people... Lost without guidance... And his influence here... It will grow... Once he leaves... The results at the palace will be catastrophic! We must convince him to leave...\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil sighed and she brought a hand up to her face, rubbing her temples with her middle finger and thumb. There was a strong possibility this was just ravings that held no weight to them, that her time would be better spent heading home. But there was also a possibility it was completely true.\n\n\"Look, I'll help you out,\" She decided, arms dropping back down to her side. \"But is there any way you can guarantee I won't... I don't know, turn into a skeever, have my body turned inside-out, that sort of thing?\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"It wont be permanent if you do... Master is... Temperamental... But he is fair.\"\n\n*She smiled. It seemed genuine... And her small pupils got larger.*\n\n\"You truly will help? It would... It would mean a great deal to me.\"\n\n*She was less worrisome now... Almost sounded normal. Which was more unnerving.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "The sudden shift in attitude made shivers run down Mirihil's spine. She let out another sigh before saying, \"Yeah. Lead the way.\"\n\nThree things were troubling her. The first was the fact that she was about to get wrapped up in the schemes of the Mad God. The second was the lack of armor on her body and a sword at her side—magic would be able to rectify that, at least. The third was the question of how Sheogorath was even meddling in Nirn in the first place. Was it a pocket realm having some localized effect on the Pelagius Wing? Maybe a ritual conducted by a mortal? Her mind suddenly landed on the Bosmer she'd seen scurrying away. Maybe it was all his doing. Either way, she trusted she'd get her answers soon enough."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"What is your name? I'm Ayrenn Numralion... This is when you introduce yourself, right?\"\n\n*There was a Thalmor Officer in Dominion land just before the War named Vincano Numralion... But that was a Man. But a vicious one... Responsible for personal persecution of Rahjin worshippers, against orders.*\n\n\"Oh, and we've just got to get into the Wing... Through Nice or Not Nice means...\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "The name meant nothing to Mirihil. Her parents had left long before the Great War, and either way, they'd never been associated with the Thalmor. There was no way Mirihil could have known the person before her had once committed such crimes.\n\n\"Let's just try not to hurt anyone. It's locked, I presume? I can use magic to open it.\" With that, she started walking towards the Blue Palace.\n\n\"So, why exactly are you doing this?\" She asked. \"I've got a feeling servitude to your master isn't your sole motivation.\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Oh... Then it wont be any trouble then.\"\n\n*She sounded somewhat disappointed. More that she couldn't have \"Fun\".*\n\n\"It mostly is... I think... But of course there's always Rewards! Bountiful rewards... I'm sure you might indulge in some too... Maybe a little pastry...\"\n\n*Her going in between what seemed like perfectly sane speech and nonsense made figuring out what was truthfully her speaking difficult. Perhaps she wasn't mad at all and was just feigning it.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Hm. Think I'll just stick with averting a crisis and potentially discovering a new method of Daedric incursion for my reward. I have a feeling your master's pastries would be filled with acid,\" She said as she walked, noting the disappointment in Ayrenn's voice. That apparent desire for action kept Mirihil wary and ready to cast a paralysis spell to restrain Ayrenn if the need arose.\n\nEventually they'd get to the Blue Palace courtyard, attracting strange looks from the guards there due to Ayrenn's outfit. Still, they were allowed to pass. Mirihil held the door open for Ayrenn, taking the opportunity to scout out the area. She hoped that wherever the Pelagius Wing was, no one was keeping eyes on it."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*The wing was to the right... Ayrenn knew where it was. She stood by the door.*\n\n\"It's this one... The guards dont patrol here much... Abandoned for a reason... Can you get the lock?\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil walked up and opened the lock with a gesture, feeling the small thrum of magicka resonate through her. She swiftly opened the door and walked through it, holding it cracked open just enough for Ayrenn.\n\nShe tried her best not to show it, but she could sense that something was... Off. Reality seemed to warp around itself, but it wasn't the same feeling as a portal to Oblivion. It was like she was consciously stepping into a dream. \n\nAt the same time, she felt Ayrenn—no, an object on her—light up with magic. Suddenly the pieces locked into place, and she waited to see if her hunch was correct."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*She smiled, entering the musty... Cobweb filled room. She looked around as though she were looking for something. But whatever it was, she didn't find it in the first room, and she moved to the stairs.*\n\n\"Come on... It should be just around here, It isn't like-\"\n\n*But then she just stopped mid sentence... Something was very off... But she was likely in trouble...*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Ayrenn?\" Mirihil called when she realized the sudden silence. She followed the path Ayrenn had taken, expecting to see her standing there, maybe in shock at seeing some gory display put on by the Mad God."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*As she rounded the corner, it would feel as though she was falling. Out of reality, maybe. Everything went to black, and then suddenly...\n\n\"More tea, Pelly my dear?\"\n\n\"Oh, I couldn't. Goes right through me. Besides, I have so many things to do... So many undesirables to contend with. Naysayers. Buffoons. Detractors. Why, my headsman hasn't slept in three days!\"\n\n\"You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old? You are the best Septim that's ever ruled. Well, except for that Martin fellow, but he turned into a dragon god, and that's hardly sporting... You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair. Marvelous time! Butterflies, blood, a Fox, a severed head... Oh, and the cheese! To die for.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, as you've said, countless times before...\"\n\n\"Harumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I take my leave. A good day to you sir. I said good day!\"\n\"Yes, yes, go. Leave me to my ceaseless responsibilities and burdens...\"\n\nAyrenn was standing behind Pelagius, staring. She was wearing a red and purple dress now... A very fancy one. Mirihil would also now be in fancy attire...*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She was confused at the feeling. She was wearing a fancy suit, far fancier than anything she could possibly own. She inspected herself for but a moment before refocusing on the exhcnage in front of her. There were two men at the table, and the one Ayrenn was behind was apparently Pelagius. The other man, as Mirihil saw, was dressed in clashing colors—one bright, one dark. Mania and Dementia. It was Sheogorath himself.\n\nShe was equal parts intrigued and terrified. These might very well have been her final moments. Maybe she'd be inverted, maybe she'd be trapped in this foggy dream realm forever, maybe nothing would happen and she'd just go insane from the fear and end up in the Shivering—\n\n*\"No,\"* She thought to herself, grounding herself firmly in her mind. She looked around and studied her surroundings, hoping Ayrenn would do all of the talkin with the Daedric prince. In the meantime, she mentally jotted down everything she could about this new location, how she'd gotten there, and what it felt like on the most innate level."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Master I-\"\n\n*\"How rude! Can't be bothered to host an old friend for a decade or two. Oh, you're one of mine. That Alinor family? You always need a crazy noble family I say...\"*\n\n\"I-I have a Message-\"\n\n*\"Reeaaaallllyyyy? Ooh, ooh, what kind of message? A song? A summons? Wait, I know! A death threat written on the back of an Argonian concubine! Those are my favorites. Well? Spit it out, mortal. I haven't got an eternity! Actually... I do. Little joke. But seriously. What's the message?\"*\n\n\"I am to retrieve you from... Vacation...\"\n\n*\"Were you now? By whom?Wait! Don't tell me! I want to guess! Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall. Wrong on all accounts, aren't I? Ha! No matter! Honestly, I don't want to know. Why ruin the surprise? But more to the point. Do you - tiny, puny, expendable little mortal - actually think you can convince me to leave? Because that's... Crazy. You do realize who you're dealing with here?\"*\n\n\"Y-Yes! You... S-Sheogorath! Please... When will you leave!\"\n\n*\"Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need? So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave. That's right. I'm done. Holiday... Complete. Time to return to the hum drum day-to-day. On one condition. You have to find the way out first. Good luck with that.\"*\n\n\"H-how could i do that?\"\n\n*\"Ha! I do love it when the mortals know they're being manipulated. Makes things infinitely more interesting.\"*\n\n*\"Care to take a look around? This is not, I dare say, the Solitude botanical gardens. Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are? Welcome to the deceptively verdant mind of the Emperor Pelagius III. That's right! You're in the head of a dead, homicidally insane monarch. Now, I know what you're thinking. Can I still rely on my swords and spells and sneaking and all that nonsense? Sure, sure. Or... You could use... The Wabbajack! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that coming, did you?\"\n\nAyrenn would now be holding the Wabbajack... And Sheogorath was now silent, sitting at the table sipping tea. Pelagius was gone. Ayrenn leaned over and held her head with her left hand.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil crossed her arms over her her stomach as she watched the scene unfold, more than slightly unnerved by the presence of a literal god. Her suspicions about this place and the use of the hip bone had been correct. They were stuck in a dream, and now they had to find their way out.\n\nShe'd read texts and heard stories about the Wabbajack. It seemed as elusive and dangerous as any Daedric artifact, but she truly had no interest in studying it. That would probably just end up with her dead, or worse. What she was more curious about was how Ayrenn's behavior possibly mimicked the duality of Sheogorath and the Shivering Isles as a whole. That might've been the reason for the sudden shifts. Either way, she was glad to remain mostly unnoticed by the Daedric Prince, waiting for Ayrenn to lead on."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*She continued holding her head... Almost losing her balance. She was breathing heavily. It was a lot for her fragile mind... But she persisted. She moved towards mirihil.*\n\n\"You... You're here? I'm... I'm surprised... I... I don't think i could make it on my own.\"\n\n*She turned... Looking out at the gateways in the realm they were in.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Yes, well, I suppose we won't be finding out seeing as I'm stuck here with you,\" She said, looking around at the gates as well. The place as a whole was terrible. Gloomy, dead, all around unpleasant. The air somehow felt stagnant and chaotic at the same time. \n\n\"So, cognitive displacement via an ontologically linked object. At first I thought the hip bone might've been some sort of hyperagonal media, but seeing as we're in a mind and not a realm of Oblivion, that doesn't seem to be the case. Unless it's a realm shifting according to Pelagius' mind,\" She said more to herself than anything. She'd read about minds being transported before, and couldn't help but wonder if their bodies were still where they were.\n\n\"Anyway,\" She said after taking a short breath. \"I'll follow you. Guessing we've got to go through one of these gateways?\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Um... Yes...\"\n\n*She moved to the Arch of Paranoia. The Arena. Any confidence she had outside, in reality... It seemed broken. This would likely be as much fighting her own demons as it was fighting Pelagius'. Up the stairs to the arena... A voice filled their minds. \n\n\"Oh, good choice. Well, good for me. I find everyone being out to get you so terribly entertaining. You might find it... Less so. You see, Pelagius' mother was... Well... Let us say 'unique.' Although, I suppose in the grand scheme of things, she was fairly average for a Septim. That woman wielded fear like a cleaver. Or did she wield a cleaver and make people afraid? I never get that part right... Oh, but she taught her son well. Pelagius learned at a very early age that danger could come from anywhere. At any time. Delivered... By anyone. The objective here is simple, you simpleton! Use your Wabbajack to defeat the enemy, while they do the same!\"\n\nThere were Atronachs fighting, and Pelagius across from them, with 2 men behind him. But it seemed as though they were fading between forms. They sometimes looked like 3 Thalmor members, and sometimes like what they were supposed to. Odd... And likely related to Ayrenn. Her own madness was infecting the mind of Pelagius... Melding with it. Ayrenn immediately fired the Wabbajack at the 2 men behind pelagius.\n\n\"Oh, you got that one quite quick! With the threat gone Pelagius is under the delusion that he is safe, which means you've helped him out... Sort of. And we're that much closer to home.\"\n\nTo someone of sound mind... They likely would've used it on the Atronachs... But she felt the same paranoia Pelagius did. But she looked even worse after seeing those... Dominion apparitions. She was staring blankly at the next arch.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Damn thing chafes everywhere,\" Mirihil said as she walked up the stairs, trying to pull and shift her suit to make it more comfortable. She'd never really been suited for more formal attire.\n\nThe Thalmor agents were strange. Mirihil had thought they were solely projections from Pelagius, manifestations of his paranoia. But if they were from Ayrenn's mind, that might indicate something about her past. Maybe even what caused her madness.\n\n\"What's next? Doesn't seem like you really needed my help for that one. Or is there something left to do here?\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Theres 2 others.\"\n\n*She said. Blankly, simply. She walked down to the next arch. The Arch of Night. In front of them was a bed. The perception of who was in the bed changed... From a young altmer boy, to the young pelagius, fading in and out.\n\n\"You've headed down the path of dreams. Unfortunately for you, Pelagius suffered night terrors from a young age. All you need to do is find something to wake our poor Pelagius up. You'll find his terrors easy to repel... But persistent.\"\n\nMirihil would suddenly find a spell in her hand. A substitute for her not having the Wabbajack. It would function the same. Attacking the bed were various things, wolves, falmer, things that Pelagius feared. But then other things. Ayleids. Ayleids with their flesh melting off, on fire, and then Khajiit running in terror, and then Dominion agents, all attacking the bed. Ayrenn couldn't handle this one. It was up to Mirihil.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil went rigid when she saw the Ayleids. It wasn't real, it was a nightmare—she knew this, but it still terrified her. The new spell attached itself to her like a parasite, simultaneously draining and overcharging every last speck of her magicka. She let out a grunt of pain and tightly gripped her wrist, trying to wait out the feeling of lightning running down her arm.\n\n\"Ayrenn, what in Oblivion is this?!\" She shouted, looking down at the crimson energy surging in her palm."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"It's the Wabbajack! Use it!\"\n\n*Ayrenn was curled up into a ball next to the bed. All she could see were her own nightmares. The Ayleids of Gori-Agea, the Khajiit she had persecuted, the agents she believed were after her. All her own fears.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "The fact that Ayrenn herself seemed to be afraid confused Mirihil, but she didn't have time to think about it. Like with any other spell, she focused and drew on her magicka, channeling and shaping it to her will.\n\nShe sent the spell flying towards one of the burning Ayleids, feeling reality unweave and repair itself once it made contact and turned the Ayleid into a chicken. Beyond perplexed, she followed it up with a Flame Tempest on another group of Dominion agents that were closing in. For the enemies closer to the bed, she continued to use the Wabbajack spell she'd been given so as to avoid hurting Ayrenn. The fact that she had it was a good bit terrifying, assuming it meant that Sheogorath had acknowledged her presence.\n\nThe enemies turned to chickens, cows, mice, and all other sorts of creatures. It went swimmingly, all things considered. That was, of course, until the final one turned into a frost atronach and began charging towards her.\n\n\"Shit!\" She shouted, closing the fist with the Wabbajack spell to dismiss it before bringing her hands together, almost touching. Lightning and flame whirled in the space between before she sent the Elemental Blast flying forward. The explosion knocked it back long enough for her to summon a Crushing Shock, sending the beam directly into the atronach's chest. She sustained it for a few moments longer before the atronach melted and shattered. \n\n\"Done, I think,\" She said, just a bit breathless. The new, and she presumed temporary, spell had taken a small toll on her."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*\"Well now, that's something to crow about. With Pelagius up and about you're moving right along. We'll both be home in no time.\"\n\nAyrenn had looked up now. Mainly because she had fallen over as the bed had disappeared. Why would she be scared of flaming ayleids and khajiit though? She stood, shakily, using the Wabbajack to balance herself.*\n\n\"Well... Well it's over... Now... I... Please lets just go to the next one.\"\n\n*She was crying, but not now... It was evident she had been, though.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She crossed her arms as Ayrenn tried to move on. The name, the Khajiit, the Ayleids, Ayrenn's reaction to it all—she was finally starting to put it all together. The only thing left as a variable was the Altmer boy that had been in Pelagius' place for a moment.\n\nDespite all that, she chose not to say anything and to simply keep her guard up instead. Ayrenn didn't seem like the evil type. Whether she'd been Vincano once in the past or she was related to him in some way, it certainly seemed like it wasn't a story she was proud of. She'd still be ready for any sort of betrayal though, especially in the presence of Sheogorath.\n\n\"Yeah. Sure,\" She answered as she uncrossed her arms and turned, heading to the next gate."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*The atmosphere of this dream. It felt cold but it wasn't... If that makes any sense. Or if it doesn't. Kind of the point of it all. They made it past the gate. Sheogorath spoke once again.\n\n\"Ah, now this is a sad path. Pelagius hated and feared many things. Assassins, wild dogs, the undead, pumpernickel... But the deepest, keenest hatred was for himself. The attacks he makes on himself can be seen here fully. They are always carried out on the weakest part of his fragile self. The self-loathing enhances Pelagius' anger! Ah, but his confidence will shrink with every hit. You must bring the two into balance.\"\n\nAyrenn began firing the Wabbajack at the Anger, and it shrank... Now they were both small. She grew the confidence... Then the anger... But the confidence got smaller after every hit from the anger. Eventually though, they would be balanced.\n\n\"Wonderfully done. Pelagius is finally ready to love himself... And continue hating everyone else.\"\n\nAyrenn seemed to be unfazed by this task. Perhaps she had overcome her self hatred long ago. But there were no more tasks now...*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Right. Looks like we're all done here then. A question though,\" She began, looking over towards Ayrenn. \"Why'd you react like that to what we saw in the night terrors? The Ayleids I could understand, that shook me up too, but that wasn't the only thing that messed with you, was it?\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"The past. You never saw it. You weren't there... Ayleids, Rahjin.. It wasnt right. Or were you there, how did you know?\"\n\n*She seemed defensive. She stepped back. Her eyes looked different now. Vertical slits in deep yellow eyes.*\n\n\"You must be Tirilwe! Come to get me! Following me all the way here just to tell me it was wrong! That it was a Massacre! You're still with them... So whos truly the bad one!\"\n\n*She was having some sort of episode. She believed that an old comrade had come to get her.*\n\n\"Vincano is Dead! There is no Vincano left!\"\n\n*That much was true.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil's face went stoic as stone. Vincano. Vincano Numralion. She knew that name. She'd heard rumors, read some texts. Vincano had been guilty of atrocities against Rahjin worshipers, that was most of what she'd learned. \n\n\"My name is Mirihil,\" She said, getting ready to defend herself if need be. Allegiances to Daedra could result in shifts in appearance, which she attributed the slitted eyes to. And if Ayrenn just been claimed as Sheogorath's champion, there was no telling what she'd do.\n\n\"Those Khajiit we saw—the ones you persecuted, I presume. You still that much of a fanatic? Should I expect you to try to commit ethnocide again if I let you leave here alive?\" Her stone was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the air between them."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Do you think... Do you think this babbling mess could ever do that again? No... Never again. You aren't her... I'm sorry.\"\n\n*She began to somewhat compose herself. She swallowed, before looking her dead in the eyes and speaking calmly.*\n\n\"I regret it. If I didnt you wouldn't have seen them. I couldn't bear to be that person anymore. It wasnt me. I thought it would fix everything. But it all came back after I had fled... It turned me into... This...\"\n\n*A strange moment of self awareness. Some sanity peeking through the fog. But she would still never come to terms with it all.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil took a moment to consider what she'd been told. The reactions Ayrenn had seemed genuine. She didn't seem like she was a terrible person, at least not on that scale. The eyes definitely didn't make her seem benevolent though.\n\n\"I suppose you're right. But what'll happen to you after we're done here? What's Sheogorath going to do with you? He seems to have already changed your eyes. Look a bit like a cat's.\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Then he must have chosen me! Quickly, you can decide if you want to kill me when we get out!\"\n\n*She rushed back towards the Dining table where the Mad God had sat. \n\n\"Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!\"*\n\n\"Pelagius Septim the Third is FIXED!\"\n\n*\"Hmmmm... 'Fixed' is such a subjective term. I think 'treated' is far more appropriate, don't you? Like one does to a rash, or an arrow in the face. Ah, but no matter. Heartless mortal that you are, you've actually succeeded and survived. I am forced to honor my end of the bargain. So congratulations! You're free to go! I... Have been known to change my mind. So... Go. Really.\"\n\nHe stood up and brushed himself off. \n\n\"Pelagius Septim the Third, once the Mad Emperor of Tamriel, now so boringly sane. I always knew he had it in him!Well, I suppose it's back to the Shivering Isles. The trouble Haskill can get into while I'm gone simply boggles the mind... Let's make sure I'm not forgetting anything. Clothes? Check. Beard? Check! Luggage? Luggage! Now where did I leave my luggage?\"\n\nAnd then that bosmer suddenly appeared... It's a real party now!\n\n\"Master! You've taken me back! Does this mean we're going home? Oh, happy times! I can't wait to...\"\n\"Yes, yes, that's quite enough celebration. Let's send you ahead, shall we?\"\n\nSheogorath turned and Adressed Ayrenn.\n\n\"And as for you, my manic little mortal minion... Feel free to keep the Wabbajack. As a symbol of my... Oh, just take the damn thing! You take care of yourself, now.\"\n\nHe would then turn to Mirihil, with his piercing white eyes. \n\n\"And if you ever find yourself up in New Sheoth, do look me up. We can share a strawberry torte. Ta ta!\"\n\nAnd then the two of them were gone, back in the Blue Palace lying on the ground, still in fancy clothing...*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil sighed before following Ayrenn back to the table. She watched the exchange silently, a bit surprised when the Bosmer showed up. Ayrenn had been chosen as Sheogorath's champion, or at least as the wielder of his artifact—that outcome had been obvious for a while. \n\nWhat terrified Mirihil, what drove the hairs on her neck to stand on end and made every moment of her life she held dear flash before her eyes, was when Sheogorath stared straight at her. Her chest seemed to lock up as he spoke, and she didn't have time to recover before they were sent back to Nirn.\n\nMirihil groaned as she sat up and looked around, head swirling. Much to her dismay, she was still in her suit. She shielded her eyes from the sunlight that peered through a window right next to her, looking over to Ayrenn.\n\n\"So... What do you think the chances are of him randomly deciding to shatter my mind one day?\" She asked as she stood, wiping some of the dust off herself."
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Oh, I think you're fine. There's... Preconditions and such...\"\n\n*Their prior clothes were folded neatly atop two crates. There was a strawberry tart on top of Mirihils. Ayrenn stood, using her newfound Wabbajack, and moved to grab her things...*\n\n\"I-I think you've got a strong mind... But with all that Wizard stuff... Don't take it too far. Thats when he would Take You.\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Well, that's equal parts reassuring and terrifying,\" She answered as she walked over to her clothes, picking up the strawberry tart and inspecting it, obviously suspicious. \"I've always tried to avoid the whole reclusive mage in a tower archetype, but still...\"\n\nShe handed the strawberry tart to Ayrenn before grabbing her old clothes and holding them between her waist and forearm. \"Here, you could take it if you like. Got a feeling that, I dunno, it'd turn to roaches when I take a bite out of it, or that it'd actually be made of mortal entrails.\""
},
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"Well there's that dunmer lady at the college... With the yellow blotches on her face. She seems to be losing it... Or maybe my definition is changing? Is it? No, she's starting to lose it.\"\n\n*It was Nereva. Someone she had met. She refused the tart.*\n\n\"I can't take the Tart it's your tart. It's your lucky tart... I can't take it. He meant it for you methinks.\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She'd heard of a Dunmer woman at the College recently. She hoped it wasn't Ayemnivi's cousin. \n\n\"That's... Ominous,\" She said as she looked down at the tart, then back up to Ayrenn. \"Anyway, if you want to get going, I'll head out after you. Gotta lock the door again to make it seem like no one was ever here.\""
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"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "\"They'll know something happened... The... Feeling of this wing is gone. Cleansed.\"\n\n*She grabbed her clothes and put them under her arm, and grabbed her Wabbajack.*\n\n\"I do so appreciate your time! You are an excellent little helper...\"\n\n*She began to walk, opening the door quickly and slipping out. They weren't seen.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Being called a helper left a bad taste in Mirihil's tongue. Before she could voice that though, Ayrenn left. She shook her head and sighed before walking out as well, locking the door behind her with a spell."
},
{
"author": "Ayrenn Numralion",
"message": "*She was already gone though... Seemingly without a trace. But they had both accomplished many things today. And Mirihil would have a story that nobody would believe. There was an air of calmness in the Foyer of the Blue Palace. As though Pelagius was thanking her...*"
}
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{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Meanwhile, amongst the groups of nords and the odd argonian or elf here and there wandered Darthan, an old farm boy turned Novice adventurer. Having grown up on the field most of his life, spending most of his time there or in the Windhelm markets, Solitude was like a whole other world for the lad. Fancy clothes and enticing aromas abounded, Darthan having actually spent some of his gold on a bit of bread he was munching on now. Freshly baked, warm and buttery...\n\nAnd that's when his eyes caught the fellow Dunmer in his hat and robes. He hadn't seen many of his kin here in Solitude, at least the places he explored, so immediately the dunmers curiosity was peaked. \n\nAnd so Darthan would briskly make his way over to where Velin was resupplying, awkwardly holding his hand up to try and get his attention\n\n\"Uhm, hello? Sir? Uhm, ah, by Azura this was easier in my head...-\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He was sort of in deep thought, thinking of the long journey here to Solitude. He would rethink on the beautiful sights he had seen, the foes he had fought, and the trials he had to overcome. Why did he come to Solitude? He did not know, he simply had heard of the city, and took some interest with it.\n\nAs he was walking, he snapped out of his daydreaming and he looked at a fellow Dunmer, whom seemed nervous at the sight of him. Velin knew that his overall looks was not one to easily approach but he smiled.\n\n\"No worries, please take the time you need.\" He nodded and gave a bow.\n\n\"Let's start from the beginning, I am Velin. Sword for hire. You are?\" He asked, waiting patiently for the Dunmer to give his name and have a better foundation to ask his question."
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Swallowing and chuckling a but nervously, Darthan would take a deep breath calming his anxiety. Start from the beginning? Yeah, he could do that\n\n\"I'm Darthan, proud member of the Storied Envoy... Well, new member but, hey, a member nonetheless\"\n\nDarthan had a weathered blade by his side, his commoners clothes actually being a set of leather armor thats seen better days. Seeing the dunmer bow, Darthan would awkwardly return it. \n\n\"I, uhm... I haven't seen many kinsmen around here, and you looked like a man with some tales to tell...\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He smiled.\n\n\"I like to call them lessons, perhaps one day I will write a book so many can learn from a swordsman.\" He nodded.\n\n\"While I do have plenty to tell, I would prefer if we had a place to rest our legs and have some food. Tea would be very pleasant. I am new to this city, do you know of any inns or places to dine in on this evening?\" He asked, rather not going into the many tales of his journey in the middle of the street. Not only because it he was hungry, but also he did not want to be standing around in the same spot for too long."
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{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He gave a nod, followed by a smile.\n\n\"Very well, if you could lead me to this Winkling Skeever. I would be happy to share some tales over a fine nordic meal, and some tea. Do you enjoy tea by chance?\" He asked as he waited for the fellow kinsman to lead him to the inn, since Velin for now was a stranger to Solitude and its area. It was a beautiful city that laid on the rocky archway."
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Darthan would give a small nod, a small grin growing on his face. It was obvious that he was excited to hear these tales and lessons, a certain spark shimmering in his eyes.\n\n\"Of course, I'd be happy to!\" And so, after taking a moment to look around him to gather his bearings, he would point in a direction, starting off while gesturing for him to follow.\n\n\"Eh, I don't love it but I don't hate it either. Ma and I used to drink it in the colder seasons, so it was nice enough. Of course I've far from tried every tea so I'm sure there's one that I would enjoy out there somewhere. What's your favorite?\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "Velin would smile once again.\n\n\"Heather Tea. A warm, pleasant smell with a bit of a sweet taste. Though it gets harder and harder to find Heather. Ever since our home erupted and was turned into ash.\" He frowned for a bit, he wished he got to see VVardenfell before the great eruption of Red Mountain.\n\nOnce they got closer towards the inn, he would look at the sign that showed the creature. Studying it a bit before he gave a nod.\n\n\"After you, my friend.\" He bowed and would let him enter first."
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{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_Hadvira would roam a bit further around the market, looking for something. She places her hands on her hips as she sighs in dissapointment. She looks around and spots the cloaked individual again, walking towards the inn._\n\n_she slowly follows and looks up at the sign_\n\n\"The winking skeever\" _the sign says\n\n_She tilted her head in surprise and confusion, before the inn, she was a bit hesitant to step inside, altough she was curious_"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Jenelle walks up to the bar and buys a bottle of BlackBriar Mead and some bread. Items in hand, she makes her way to the little alcove not that far from the bar. A nice hidden spot, tucked away from the other patrons. Also a good spot to scope out the crowd.\n\nA stranger approaches her, the smell of mead strong on his breath. By the looks of his face, and the aura that surrounds him, he was up to no good.* \"Hey there pretty little thing. What are you hiding under that cloak?\"\n\n*He reaches out and grabs one side of her cloak, trying to open it up. Janelle rips it from his hand and tucks it in close to her body. Her eyes narrow and begin to glow slightly, a sign she is angry.* \"Back away now if you know what's good for you!\"\n\n*The drunk just laughs at her, stepping even closer, now hovering over her.* \"Ah a feisty one! Come here my pet, let me take care of you.\"\n\n*Janelle brings her foot up and slams it into the drunks chest, sending him flying into a table across the room. Standing, she pulls out her throwing daggers and makes her way to the drunk. He is picking himself off the floor, wiping spit from his mouth.* \"You little bitch!\"\n\n*He begins to charge her, but she throws a dagger, hitting his shoulder. The drunk drops and grimaces in pain. Janelle yanks his head back by his hair, looks him dead in the eyes, hers now fully glowing.* \"You are lucky I'm not a killer. Scum like you should be eradicated from this world! Rotting in Oblivion!\"\n\n*Then, she gives him a strong hook to the side of the face, causing some blood to splatter out. Afterwards, she rips the dagger out, turns, and leaves him on the floor. Once she returns to her seat, she watches as guards haul off the drunken bastard to the dungeon. Smiling as they pass her by.*"
},
{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_just as Hadvira entered the inn, she saw something she did not expect. Out of nowhere she saw a man being launched through the place, against a table. Then she spotted the hooded individual again_\n\n_she slowly walked to the bar while she was watching the entertainment she orderd an ale for herself. Once she received her drink the hooded individual suddenly sat next to her, Hadvira would slightly lean in_\n\n\"That was quite the display\" _she said while sipping here ale_\n\n\"You seem like quite the fighter to me, where did you learn to do that?\"\n_she asked while crossing her arms_"
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{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "Aerin: The Warrior would enter the building.\n\nHe looked around, seeing fellow patrons enjoy their meals or drinks, Solitude felt a bit like home compared to the other Nord Villages or cities he passed by. The immense Imperial Forces reminded him of home.\n\nHere he was, he had a bit of a lead on his brother. A traveler said he last saw him head to Solitude, a few other accounts supported this. For now, Aerin needed something to eat, before he could set off in search of his brother. But he was also getting low on funds, he may need to find some merc work to get some extra coin in his bags."
},
{
"author": "vvildcard",
"message": "EA:Amongst the patrons, one stood out. A tall elf, an altmer, dressed in the finest garments and cloaked with furs. He spoke briefly with the innkeeper before taking a seat right at the bar. \n\nHe awaits his order patiently, not really taking mind of the other patrons of the inn. Like them, he's just another customer seeking some warmth from a bowl of stew."
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "Aerin would grab a seat at the bar counter, ordering a Stew and a mug of ale. \n\nHe would keep to himself, the merc wasn't much of a social person, he didn't sought out to make himself known. The merc would take off his full helm that covered his head and place it into the counter. His shield was layer down by his stool and he would look around, giving a glance towards the Altmer but would go back to minding his own bussniess."
},
{
"author": "Erandil Aravos",
"message": "Erandil gave a glance to Aerin, taking a good look at his equipment and the man himself. Perhaps the man is one of the Imperial soldiers? No, can't be right. The altmer had thought they weren't allowed in the taverns for professionalism's sake. Then again. He could be wrong, after all, he's lived most of his adulthood seeing the Imperials as mortal enemies. \n\nAnd as the Thalmor's plaything following the brutal war. He shakes his head to do away with such thoughts, that's all in the past now. The altmer shifts in his seat, the glint of his sword's elven metal hilt visible as he did so."
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin would get his mug of ale or whatever he ordered and he would begin to drink from the mug. Just keeping to himself, he shaked his coin purse noticing it was a little light on coins. He may needed to find some work."
},
{
"author": "Erandil Aravos",
"message": "Erandil got his order; Black-briar Mead. He can't say he enjoys the nord drink, finds them a bit too sweet for his tastes. But he'd prefer that over the swill they call wine here.\n\nErandil takes a sip, grimacing for a second before speaking. \n\n\"You seem to be the type to travel. Do you happen to be a sellsword?\" He asks, gaze turning to Aerin"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin turned.\n\n\"I was in the Fighter's Guild... So yeah. Made a good amount gold from it... I'm looking for someone... My brother for an odd reason fled from Cyrodiil and headed for here out of all places. This frozen... Unforgiven place. I haven't found any signs of him... But I'll turn every rock for him. Now... I'm a bit sort on funds. Nords don't really take kindly to chairty... Some of then anyways. Need some coin to keep on supplying myself until I find my brother and drag his Imperial ass back to mother so she can cuss him out for what he did.\" He explained."
},
{
"author": "Erandil Aravos",
"message": "Erandil raised his brow. Fighter's guild. Now that's a name hardly spoken. At the man's circumstances, Erandil's features soften a little. He waited for the other to finish, before speaking again.\n\n\"I'm... Sorry about your brother. While I am unable to offer assistance with my swordarm, I do need help with travelling to Whiterun. And paying a generous sum would not be an issue for me.\" Erandil says."
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"We'll then... It will be a long trail to Whiterun. As a ex-Fighter's Guild... I will glady escort you to Whiterun. Your safety is guaranteed.\" Aerin agreed to his job offer.\n\n\"Let me finish my drink and get a warm meal then we can head off whenever you wish.\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Erandil Aravos",
"message": "\"Good to know. I'll wait until you're ready. And as a sign of good faith, I'll pay for your drink and meal.\" The altmer says. He takes another sip of his wine.\n\n\"Did you leave on your own? Or did the guild collapse recently? Haven't heard news of them in some time.\" Erandil asks."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"I left on my own. My brother was apart of the Guild as well. When he left without a trace, and went for Skyrim. The guild understood why I left. They said that I could join back anytime, keep my rank. As for my brother; he may be demoted due to the sudden disappearance. The Guild has no saying here, if I cause any harm. Be better to leave the Guild out of it.\" He answered.\n\n\"No need to pay for my meal. Though thanks for the offer.\" He put up his hand and he would have his food prepaid."
},
{
"author": "Erandil Aravos",
"message": "\"With how volatile Skyrim is, Guild involvement would certainly have caused trouble. Can't see why anyone would flee here, though. Regardless, I do hope your brother can be found.\" Erandil comments. He seems quite surprised Aerin would refuse a free meal and a drink. But he shrugs it off. \n\n\"To each their own, then.\""
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "*15 minutes later...*\n\nAfter chowing down on a hefty meal, Aerin would finish his drink and pay his tab. Placing his full helm over his head. His voice now muffled over the steel helm.\n\n\"Thank you for letting me finish my meal, when you are ready to leave. I'll be right behind you. We should stuck up on supplies, rations or what not. It's a long days ahead, and sometimes we cannot count on the animals of Skyrim to feed us.\" Aerin suggested."
},
{
"author": "Erandil Aravos",
"message": "Erandil had spent that 15 minutes drinking his wine or speaking with the barkeep. Seeing that Aerin has finished. He gets up from his seat, grunting quietly at the dull ache of his body.\n\n\"It's the least I can do. I'm in no rush anyways.\" He says. \n\nErandil nods in agreement. \"Supplies are a must indeed. I'm unsure what we can find at the markets, but rations should not be that big of an issue.\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"I suggest around 5 days worth of food, never know when we might have to camp out a storm or if we get trapped in a pit. I can hunt, but we be better off having food. Should be a general goods store here... Has to be.\" Aerin suggested."
}
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{
"author": "kirin_0777",
"message": "*A woman walks in wearing a hood before grabbing a drink and sitting down in a dark corner looking down*"
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "A bulky knight walked into the tavern, a greatsword hanging over his shoulders as he stomped towards the main bar counter.\n\n\"Hello!\" He greeted the bartender, whom seem to appreciate the quiet ambience before this odd knight came in.\n\n\"I'll take a mug of Ale, and next round is on me.\" He told the Bartender and pulled out a heavy pouch of gold and dropped it onto the counter.\n\nSoon, cheers would fill the tavern."
},
{
"author": "Ragna",
"message": "*She groans at the sudden loud noise still looking down at her drink before taking a swig*"
}
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{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_Hadvira looks down at the dagger that was quickly drawn. She seems unfazed by it, she chuckles a bit nonchalantly as the dagger is sheathed again and looks back up at the cloaked lady._\n\n\"Calm yourself little Raven, i was merely observing\" _she said while slightly tilting her head_\n\n\"The name's Hadvira\" _she says while extending an arm_"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle takes the gesture of kindness. She shakes hands.* \"I'm known as the Clever Vixen.\"\n\n*Janelle orders herself another bottle.* \"Take it you saw all that?\""
},
{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_she shakes her hand with a girm grip_\n\n\"I did not see the entire thing, but it sure was spectacular, looked like the guy stood no chance.\"\n\n_hadvira took a hefty sip_\n\n\"Too bad there aren't more of them, i do love me a good brawl, i would've jumped right in\" _she said followed by a laugh_"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle drinks from her bottle. This Nord seemed to love to fight. That also seems to be the normal trait of all these snow-loving people.* \"I only fight if I have to. Damn pig!\"\n\n*She spats the last part towards the door.* \"Filth like that pisses me off. Just because they see a pretty face with no ring, they assume she isn't spoken for and make a move.\""
},
{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_hadvira would look at the flewn spit and would slightly frown her eyebrows_\n\n\"Well... Yeah but you sure have skill...\n\n_hadvira would look around her and slighty lower het voice._\n\n\"But yes, i know how the men of skyrim be when they are intluenced... I'd never say no to a guy looking for a fight though! Haha!\"\n\n_the moment she let out a laugh she anxiously looked around at the other people in the inn that were looking at her when her volume exceeded the standerd on the place_"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle can feel the eyes on them. She didn't like it. Too easy to be caught. She tightens her hold on her cloak, making sure the leather doesn't show.\n\nIn her mind, she felt she could hear their murmurs. She could feel the judgment in their stares. The tension within her broke.\n\nJanelle slams her bottle onto the counter, causing it to suds up. She then stands up with fury, her cloak flying open, revealing the attire of the guild! Her eyes again glowing brightly.* \"Alright you swine! Keep staring and you all will find a problem! Can't a couple of woman have a good time in peace!\"\n\n*Now the muttering crowd adverted their eyes. Each one lost in their conversations about who is amongst them. The Winking Skeever all in panic at the sight of the thief.*"
},
{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_hadvira would look at her new acquaintance from top to borrom, she would sligjhtly smirk and down her bottle of ale, bottoms up, before slamming her bottle on the bar_\n\n\"Damn right she is, and anyone that has a problem with it can say hello to yours truly!\"\n\n_she said while standing up straight and her hands on her hips, giving a confident impression_\n\n_some people in the tavern would whisper something to eachother softly_\n\n_hadvira wasn't afraid of the talking behind her back, she was certain she could take every milk-drinker in the room_\n\n_hadvira would quickly look at the cloaked woman, making certain she felt she was backed in this moment of uncertainty_"
}
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He approached the cemetary. Before he even entered, the Sharmat Spoke.\n\n\"Welcome, come forth. I would speak to you, Poet and Fabricant. I welcome you.\"*\n\n*Was it really him? Dagoth Ur? He spoke with is voice... But it couldn't be. Perhaps his influence at most.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I'm not sure if I should laugh or feel fear.\" He says, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, \"If I see a single ash vampire, he's dead.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*\"I should thank you. You made this possible. This... Body... Under divine influence would not have been able to reach the mask without your actions. I could've allowed you to join me, the both of you. With the False Gods dead, and the Mongrel Dogs of the Empire weakened, you could have joined me. But i don't believe that is what you want, now, anyway. Have you any parting words?\"*\n\n*It was certainly... Surreal. Whether you wished to believe it was him or not.*\n\n\"Why return now?\"\n\n*He grasped the mask of his Lord, Seht in his hand, preparing to fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He unsheathes Trueflame, \"Did you really think after centuries of being dead the Dunmer people would just let you come back?\" He says, flames billowing off his blade"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*\"These are dark times for Tamriel. It is a matter of Circumstance. The Sixth House will rise while others fall.\"*\n\n*He looked to Galdres.*\n\n*\"Who are you, to wield that blade? That is Lord Nerevar's. You dishonor my Sweet Nerevar to merely carry that, Vampire.\"*\n\n*He faced Byleth.*\n\n*\"The Time for talk is over. You are the Challengers, to you i grant the first blow.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"If anything is noble intent its this.\" He says, charging forward and slashing at wannabe-sharmat, \"You're merely a shadow of what you once were. An afterimage, a faded visage on that mask.\" Although clearly enraged, his slashes are methodical, planned"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He took one, but dodged the others. The Zombies and ghouls began to swarm Galdres. Byleth summoned a Lurker, after donning the mask.*\n\n\"Shield yourself with a Ward!\"\n\n*He would use chain lightning to handle the Zombies. The Sharmat spoke as he dodged.\n\n\"Hah-hah-hah-hah! Oh, dear me. Forgive me, but I am enjoying this, it's been quite some time!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Oh you're having fun, huh?\" He says, goading, he casts greater ward for a second, it shatters as the lightning hits, he staggers for a second, but then casts Sleet Storm, a wicked storm of frost begins spiraling around him. A layer of protective frost enshroud Galdres and Byleth."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The lightning killed the Zombies, the ghouls were weakened. The lurker killed one, but one still stood. Byleth engaged it, fighting it with his staff. The Sharmat unleashed a cloud of blight, but the cold would protect them. He was losing. He began hurling fireballs at Galdres.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He smirks, \"Getting desperate, Devil?\" He says, casting Superior Spell Reflection, fully draining his magicka, he moves to fully be on the offensive, closing the distance between him and the false sharmat"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He finished with the ghoul, and moved to assist galdres. He moved behind the false Sharmat and released the pressure in his staff. Galdres would see the 4 sharpened tips in front of him, covered in viscera, through the body the Sharmat was using.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "With one clean slash he removes the Sharmat's head, perfectly in line with the base of the mask, \"I believe he's wearing the Robes of the Necromancer. Originally worn by Gedna Relvel, a priestess from Mournhold.\" He says, \"I'll likely need to confiscate it. Have it returned to the Museum, if I can.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The staff retracted into itself, and the limp body fell.*\n\n\"I hope they can stitch that back up then.\"\n\n*He removed the Mask of Seht, placing it on his belt with the others.*\n\n\"It's done then... I hope. Pray to whatever you believe in that the Blight doesn't spread.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"We should probably let Neloth know. Since this seemed to happen in his backyard, without him noticing.\" He sighs, \"If he tries to lecture me I will probably kill him.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He sighed. Loudly.*\n\n\"I've considered it many times.\"\n\n*He shook the head from the mask of Dagoth Ur. It fell to the ground. It was missing its forehead. It was too big to fit on his belt, so he held it.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He opens a portal, a few Redoran Guard step through, \"Those are the Robes of the Lich, take them and put em with the rest of the stolen artifacts.\" He says, then looks back at Byleth, \"So who's gonna knock on Neloth's door?\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He approached the door to the tower.*\n\n\"It's been a while, lets see how his attitude is. Still the same, i would think.\"\n\n*He knocked with his brass hand, almost breaking the door.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Yes, yes! One moment, no need to knock my door down!\" Neloth calls out, clearly annoyed. He opens the door, \"What.\" He says, then realizes it's Byleth, \"Oh, it's you.\" He says, \"Do you need something specific, or are you just here to bother me.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He rolls his eyes, letting Byleth take charge and deal with his fellow Telvanni"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He holds up the mask of Dagoth Ur.*\n\n\"I found this in your back garden, I figured you'd like to know? Maybe grab a priest to cleanse the place.\"\n\n*There was an undeniable aura to that mask. Merely holding it up for all to see brought discomfort.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"And of course you are involved.\" He says, \"I'll have my assistant summon a priest at once.\" He says, \"Is that all?\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"He's taking this better than I thought.\" He says, with a twinge of surprise"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He reached for the mask of Vivec, inside was the Amulet Nereva had taken.*\n\n\"And here's that Amulet from that little drunkard dunmer. That's all.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He tosses his amulet to Neloth, \"And mine. It served us well. And as payment, it seems that The Traitor of the Dragon Cult is the cause of what is happening with the All-Maker Stones. If that's true, Miraak could be an issue, and Hermaeus Mora might be a key to solving it.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Hmph, inconvenient, but it gives me more reason to keep up my studies.\" He says, not explicitely saying what the studies *Are*"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Yes, yes, get back to your indeterminate studies. When you need to get to that Black Book in Nchardak, you know where to find me. It's simpler than you think.\"\n\n*He turned away, letting Galdres finish.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"A Black Book?\" He asks rhetorically, then chuckles, \"Of course you're wrapped up in the matters daedric, Neloth.\" He says, \"I'd say to stay safe, but you'd take it as an insult.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Yes, leave me. I've had enough of your distractions.\" He says, turning and going back inside Tel Mithryn"
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"He isn't always like that. Just mostly.\"\n\n*He looked back.*\n\n\"He's always on about \"Studies\", but never specifies. The most that i can discern is its related to the Heartstones. All he does is sit up there and complain about his Tea.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Doesn't he have it made with canis root? I feel like he purposefully wants a poor tasting tea.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I have a feeling his studies will be fruitful. Not sure if for better or for worse, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I don't think we want senile wizards replacing hearts with God... Residue...\"\n\n*He looked out to sea.*\n\n\"Is there anything else we need?\""
}
] | 45 | 605 |
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Oh but Neloth messing with Daedric Artifacts associated with Herma Mora is clearly much better.\" He says with a chuckle, \"As of right now the only investigations I haven't finished are Miraak's possible return and the sudden uptick of Ash Spawn attacks.\" He says, \"But for now I'm working those alone.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Well then... Could you spare a bit to open a Portal to the College? I think a former Tribunal Priest can seal that mask properly.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He nods, \"Good luck, Apostle.\" He says as he opens the portal, \"I'll be in Raven Rock if you have anything to report.\""
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He enter's. He would have to... Discuss... With the archmage about this.*"
}
] | 29.5 | 149 |
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{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral studied the fortifications from afar, looking up and down at the ash spawn and the defenses before he turned over to Galdres.*\n\n\"Perhaps we can scale the towers... Quietly deal with the ash spawn and enter from there. Or use the vantage to get a drop on the rest if our hands are forced.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Getting up will be easy for me, not sure about you though.\" He says, casting a levitation spell. He floats up the wall easily. With the help of a quick chameleon spell he hid along the edge, out of the sight of the ash spawn."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Luckly for Andral there were a few bricks along the tower that could act as footholds. He'd need to be quick, as the wall hasn't been maintained for quite some time."
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Fortunately, Andral had always been fleet of foot, even in his old age. He quickly leapt onto the wall of the tower, gripping the loose bricks and leaping to the next in quick motions, steadily scaling the wall and resting his hands on the edge of the tower, out of sight of any ash spawn. With one hand he held on, and with the other he drew a dagger from his hip, ready to pull himself up the moment the coast was clear.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There were only 2 ash spawn on the tower, the towers were spaced apart well enough that if the vampires were fast they could take the spawn out without being noticed"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He holds his hand up to signal Andral to tell him to wait, then in a series of quick gestures he says, approximately, \"Me: Left, You: Right\", then darts at the ash spawn on the left, stabbing it with his dagger, taking it down in a quick action"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral pulled himself onto the tower with his one arm, quickly running towards the ash spawn on the right. In one swift motion he'd wrapped his left arm around its neck and pulled backwards, and with his other arm drove the dagger into its head.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Both the ash spawn turn to dust. Towards the left edge of the tower is a trap door, which has been barred shut."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He sighs, \"Well I could get it open, but it'd disturb the hive. What do you think?\" He asks, \"If we can find Falx quick it should be easy, but any delay and we'll have a fort's worth of ash spawn on our tail.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Damn... Looks like we'll have to move quickly and deal with Falx. I can't think of any other ideas, and I don't think any of the other towers happen to be unlocked.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"That and I'd rather not jump to every tower to find out.\" He says, placing his fist near the handle of the trapdoor, feeling around a bit, then BAM CRASH he punches it open. He shakes his hand, \"Like flies to shit.\" He says, \"Let's get moving.\" He slides down the ladder"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The ash spawn in the court yard start moving, trying to find the source of the sound"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Andral soon follows suit, quickly dropping down from the trapdoor behind Galdres, still holding onto his dagger.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The voice was north of them, although deep im the fort it was definitely getting clearer as they moved. The fort was a continuous shape, without many corners to turn down. As the pair turns there's a door on their left and a fairly large group of Ash Spawn coming down from down the hallway. The voice was coming from behind the door."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Great.\" He says, displeasure filling his voice. He blasts a wall of frost into the hallway, then plants a few runes of frost along the wall, \"That'll slow them down, but not for long. Let's get in there and stop this.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Yes. The circumstances are almost ironic. Vampires putting someone else to rest. Ready yourself.\"\n\n*Andral moved up to the door, looking back to Galdres for a moment, then back to the door. With a thunderous crack, Andral pushed his weight into the door with his leg and partially broke it off its hinges, breaking the lock and leaving the door at an awkward angle hanging from the bottom. He wasted no time getting into an aggressive stance with his sword.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "General Falx Carius was clearly in no state to be reasoned with. His face looked crazed, his old armor would be familiar to Andral, as it was the uniform of a Legion General. But something was... Wrong. On the left side of his chest, being kept in by a harness, was a dimly glowing stone. Based on intuition you can easily tell it goes into his chest, right where the heart should be. His weapon is also eye catching. A warhammer, a flat with rows of pyramids, on one end and a large spike on the other. An otherworldly purple glow shimmers across it, indicating an enchantment of some sort"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"End of the line, General. You always did harbor a hatred for Raven's Rock.\" He says, \"A testament to your failure, I presume.\" He readies himself, taking an offensive stance, a frost spell glistens from his hand"
}
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{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"To Oblivion with you, General Carius.\"\n\n*Andral conjured a skeletal archer with his offhand, which began to fire arrows at the maddened general, while he ran along the side of the room with his blade aimed at one of his legs.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He conjures a sleet storm around himself. A twisting storm of frost enshrouds him. He charges at Falx, whose movements would slow within the storm."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He shouts, sounds of frosted explosions and dying ash spawn fill the hallway. A few get through, though, and come to Falx's aid. Falx would dodge Andral's attack, although taking a few arrows. He swings his hammer, moving so it would interrupt Andral's path."
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*Narrowly jumping out of the way of the hammer, Andral looked dead on at Falx as he stood a short distance away. As he spoke, magic flowed through his voice, unnaturally soothing and reassuring. He was attempting to calm the mad general with his vampiric charisma.*\n\n\"General. I am Centurion Noxilius. Stay your weapon.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Falx halts for a moment, then shouts \"Centurion! We are under attack! Get in your battle position before I have you imprisoned!\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "While Falx was distracted Galdres casts impaling shards at the door, immobilizing the encroaching ash spawn"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"He kills our comrades while you just stand there!\" He shouts, charging at Galdres"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*With the general focused on Galdres, Andral nodded and ran behind him with his sword ready. He moved behind him as if to aid him, only to drive his foot into the back of Falx' knee to incapacitate him, following up with a slash aimed at the back of his neck.*"
}
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{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He dodges the General's attack right before it would hit, continuing to focus on the Ash Spawn, until the General falls. As if choreographed as Andral slashes the General's neck, Galdres stabbed him in the chest."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The general falls, his hammer clattering to the ground. The Ash Spawn that had been encroaching upon the room dissolved, becoming nothing but more ash on the ground."
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He steps toward the General's body, taking his dagger and dislodging the Heartstone from its chest. \"Heartstone. Figures, guess I'll need to talk to Neloth.\" His voice disappointed, \"Guy gives me a headache.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"I'm not familiar with this Heart Stone, but from here it definitely looks like necromancy. Replacing his heart with a rock... It's not unlike how the Forsworn replace their hearts with the seeds of briar trees. At least the old general has been put out of his misery. Hmm...\"\n\n*Andral's gaze moved to the peculiar spiked maul on the floor. He looked at it with intrigue before bending down and, in one quick move, hefted it up and began feeling it in his hands.*\n\n\"Good balancing, fine steel, and the glimmer of magic. And the spiked head and pick, perfect for breaking armor. We are very lucky to have avoided this hammer's bite, even if it weren't enchanted. But perhaps I can put this to better use.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"Neloth was conducting experiments along these lines. Although I thought he stopped after his assistant died in the process.\" He says, \"Don't like how this is looking. Neloth is bold but he's no fool.\" He sighs, \"You can keep the hammer if you want, I have no use for it, and it'd be a shame to leave it here to rot. Much like the General. I heard he was a courageous man, he stayed in this Fort till the very end.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Then I shall take it, I am curious what sort of effect it bears. And indeed, a shame to leave it to rot. Were I still in service, I might've worked to bring General Carius' body back to Cyrodiil for a proper burial. But as of now, I do not have a way to make that happen.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"He deserves a proper burial, but I don't know Imperial customs.\" He says, \"And I doubt Arkay would take kindly to us accursed performing a ritual in his name. Especially since I do not worship him.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"If it helps, we Imperials bury our dead beneath the earth in tombs or in wooden coffins. But neither do I pray to Arkay, at least not anymore. It does no good for the undead to pray to a god that doesn't approve of their existence.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"The Fort should have its own crypt. We can lay him to rest there.\" He says, \"Shouldn't take too long. Won't be able to give him his rites, though.\" He lifts the body up, carrying it over his shoulder"
}
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{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"At least he will be laid to rest. He's been waiting to rest for two hundred years, it's about time. Let's see where the crypt is...\"\n\n*Andral began walking back the way they came, looking around for anywhere that the soldiers would inter their dead.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The crypt was pretty obvious, the hall would shift, gaining shelved recesses lined with coffins"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"I believe this is it.\" He says, \"We should find an empty coffin, lay him to rest there.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*He looked around the crypt for both an unoccupied coffin and an open recess in the wall to inter the general's corpse.*\n\n\"For his sake, I hope he doesn't wake up in the coffin. Being buried alive is one of the worst things a man can experience, and death would be kinder than that.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "\"That's why we cremate our dead.\" He says, \"I removed the heart stone, so he should be dead. I can crush his skull if you really want.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"No need, I think this will do well enough. I don't care if you look or not, just mind the viscera. Put him on the ground, please.\"\n\n*Andral drew his newly acquired hammer, flipping the haft with the sharp spike ready for use. It was obvious he was going to crack Falx' skull.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He places the body on the ground, the hollow hole in its chest grayed with ash. It was not going to be bloody. \"This was not how I was expecting this to go.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"The feeling is *Extremely* Mutual, Galdres. But life is full of surprises, not all pleasant. This is no exception.\"\n\n*Andral rose up the hammer, and with one heavy swing, brought down the pick with a meaty cracking sound. No blood spurted, but it was definitely a bit messy. However, there was now no denying that Falx Carius was, without question, dead.*"
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He lifts the body, placing it into the coffin. The room was used to prepare coffins, so he was able to close the coffin with nails and a hammer. It sat in the middle of the crypt, as if it was a shrine. He takes his dagger and etches *Here Lies Falx Carius* On the side of the coffin"
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"Thank you, Galdres. Well, the ash spawn should no longer be a burden on Raven Rock, and the old general can rest. I'll likely be staying on Solstheim for a while, so if you need a hand for clearing out some other group of troublemakers, I'll be available. Now, let's get out of this crumbling ruin.\""
},
{
"author": "Galdres Thireloth",
"message": "He raises his hand, and opens a portal, \"I'm not sure I'll need much more of your help. I there's someone I need to contact at the College, and then I'll need to visit Tel Mithryn.\""
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "\"So be it. Farewell.\"\n\n*Andral waved farewell and began to leave, walking back out of the crypt and leaving Galdres to his business.*"
}
] | 52 | 619 |
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{
"author": "newday7117",
"message": "For a city named Dawnstar, it may seem fitting at first that the sun is on the horizon. Except, it's setting, not rising. The intense dusk wind pushes clouds across the sky at alarming rates. Snow will start coming down soon, almost certainly. The loud ocean waves are crashing repeatedly into the port and its ships."
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "Following the road, a small figure crests the hill guarding the city.\n\nThe feminine shape of her silhouette makes it clear that she is a she, even though the hood of her robe obscures her face. Over her mage garb, which is definitely a college uniform, she is cloaked in a gray overcoat of sorts. However, despite all of the layers, her arms are crossed in front of her chest. The wind is tossing the fabric of her clothing up and down like the waves of the ocean further ahead, as well dark strands of hair which have gotten loose from her hood.\n\nShe pauses in her tracks. The sight of the capital makes her eyes light up. Her breath is visible in the air as a relieved sigh comes out, along with an inaudible invocation. While keeping her gaze ahead on the city and the horizon ahead of it as best as she can, she averts her head to prevent the wind from blowing her hood down to her shoulders. Then, she continues along the thoroughfare into the city. She's heading straight for the Windpeak Inn."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "A ship docks at the pier with a thud, and an argonian sitting on a barrel climbs aboard, helping the sailors unload their goods, it seems the sailors recognize him and make small talk with him. He shakes the captain's hand and steps back on the pier, he makes his way back into the city, looking quite tired from a long day at work, he takes a swig from a hollowed gourd he has tied to his waist"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "The young mage reaches the porch of the Windpeak Inn. Feeling as though she's in the clear, she turtles up a bit and bows her head down. She does this in order to put her hood between the air and her skin as much as she can. Unfortunately, it also prevents her from seeing in front of herself. She knows this, but assumes it isn't an issue since there's no one between herself and the door. Except, there is.\n\nShe steps up onto the porch and then blindly continues across it, winding up in a classic collision with the argonian.\n\n\"Gah!\" She gasps, startled. She raises her hood away from her eyes. \"Oh! I'm so sorry!\" She apologizes profusely."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He takes a step back after the woman bumps into him, \"Oh! Sorry miss, didn't see you there!\" He says, then chuckles, the chuckle would be comforting if not for the fact that the argonian was very brutish looking"
}
] | 91 | 578 |
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{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She reflects his chuckle with a set of nervous laughter of her own. \"Ha-ha! Likewise. I didn't see you, either.\"\n\nA gust of wind sweeps through, pushing her hood down to her shoulders and knocking a grunt out of her. She's a breton, and her face bears a lot of asymmetry, mainly in the form of scars but also with her eyes which seem mismatched in color.\n\n\"Brr! Let's head inside before it starts snowing!\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He nods, opening the door for the breton, \"After you.\" He says, bowing his head, he seems very subservient, which is odd for someone as burly as him. He doesn't try to make small talk, he seems simple, and a man of few words, though perhaps it may be possible to weasle more out of him"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Why, thank you.\" She accepts his invitation and steps into the inn ahead of him. \n\nIt does not cross her mind that he's not saying enough, as there's not much else to say. She is relieved that he's a gentle giant, for sure, though. After all, she could've bumped into someone much less forgiving.\n\nOnce she's inside, she breathes out a sigh as the warmth washes over her. She removes her overcoat and reaches up to hang it on the nearest stand."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "And then she smells it, the blood of a lycan, she was too focused to notice it when she was apologizing, but now she knows it's there for sure. The argonian she just bumped into has Hircine's gift, though it doesn't seem that *He* Noticed anything, and the smell isn't reminiscient of a dog, so he's not a werewolf.\n\nThe Argonian takes a seat by the fire, removing his hide gloves and warming his hands, \"Sometimes I forget I'm cold blooded.\" He says to himself with a laugh, \"I'm usually too caught up in moving crates and doing other dock work that by the time I realize I'm too cold I've already gotten sluggish.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "As she is hanging her coat on the rack, the scent greets her nose and makes her freeze momentarily. She shakes her head, not believing her own senses at first. When the scent doesn't go away, her eyelids flutter in disbelief. She thinks to herself, *Father? Where?!*\n\nThe sound of Xal-Ei's voice snaps her out of her pause. She lets her arms fall down to her sides and she spins around to face the fire. Silently, she realizes that the scent is coming from him. *It's not akin to a wolf, but I can still feel a connection. Surely I'm not mistaken. Another child of Hircine! Sibling!* She knows better than to blurt out and ask him about it, but she wants to so badly.\n\nShe walks over to join him in sitting in front of the fire, replying, \"Yeah, that is something to keep track of. I can't relate to having cold blood, but I definitely do the same type of thing a lot. With sleeping, sometimes I don't realize I'm exhausted until I'm even more exhausted.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I've passed out because of the cold before, that's always fun. Waking up in the swamp half submerged in the murk.\" He says, \"I'm usually at Morthal, the swamps are much more familiar to me. Though I sometimes take a ride on a trade ship to help unload here.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Oh, how nice. These are such beautiful cities. Silver lining of the storm is that I get to pay a visit here. I don't get enough opportunities to.\n\n\"My name's Celena, I'm a student of the College of Winterhold.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"And I'm Xal-Ei, don't have any fancy titles.\" He says, \"Never been big into magic myself,\" He says taking a sip from his gourd, \"Of course I never got the chance to learn it.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Aw, I didn't add that to come off as fancy.\n\n\"And hey, it's never too late to try and start,\" She welcomes with a smile."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He laughs, \"I can't even read,\" He says, \"Learning magic will be a long way away.\" He says, \"I prefer being more physical when it comes to combat\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"If you say so,\" She replies with a disappointed sigh. \"I mean, I wouldn't mind doing the reading for you. And there are plenty of applications for magic outside of combat.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I prefer to be more hands on.\" He says, \"As nice as the offer is.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "A quiet nod is her response. \"Makes sense.\"\n\nAfter an awkward moment of silence, she thinks of something else to say: \"Want a drink on me?\""
}
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{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I'll never decline a free drink!\" He says, \"Just a plain ale, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She smiles. \"Coming right up!\" She gets out of her seat and heads to the counter.\n\nA few moments later, she returns to the fire with a bottle. She hands it over to him before sitting back down."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Thank you, ma'am.\" He says politely, bowing his head, and there it is again, that odd nature, perhaps it's being read into too much, but there's definitely something *Different* About him"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Anytime!\"\n\nWith her hands clasped together in her lap, she stares concentratedly across the fire at Xal-Ei. The whites of her eyes are glowing orange from the light of the flames, as does the burn scar spanning the left side of her face. Her eyes are mostly a dim blue which seems immune to the color changing effects of the lighting, but in her left eye there is a vivid green sector which glows brightly with her stare. It's as though she's trying to decipher him in the same way she would decipher a new spell. Her shimmering eyes also radiate admiration. She doesn't do a great job of hiding her expression. In fact, she isn't trying to at all."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He opens the bottle and takes a drink, \"That's good.\" He says, then looks over to the mage, \"Do you... Need something?\" He asks, wondering why the woman was staring at him so much"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She blinks a few times as if coming out of a trance. \"Huh?\" Her face brightens in embarrassment. \"Oh, no. I'm sorry. I was just, um, zoning out and I guess I happened to be looking at you.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Ah, okay\" He says with a chuckle, returning his gaze to the fire, the shimmering orange reflecting off his scales"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "Perhaps annoyingly, she continues to peek through the flames at him after the exchange. Her mouth hangs open slightly, ready to let her drool like a child and humiliate herself."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He looks over to her and glares a bit, \"Yeah, I get it, I'm a very good looking Argonian. I don't need to be reminded.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "Her face goes flustered once more. \"Wh... N-no! I-I mean, you are. But that isn't- Um... I mean, fine, you got me.\" She buries her forehead in her hands."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Sorry lass, you're out of luck, my flag flies for the other side.\" He says taking a long swig from his ale"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She reopens her eyes. \"O-oh. Well, okay,\" Is her awkward response. \"Oh, well.\" She sounds more relieved than disappointed.\n\n\"I'm going to grab a drink myself. Um... Yeah.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"I bet you need it, now!\" He says with a laugh, he's not *Trying* Mock her, but it comes off that way"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Pfft-\" She turns her head and waves her hand at him in embarrassed fashion.\n\nAs she walks past him on her way to the counter, he may notice the earthen scent that follows her wherever she goes."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He chuckles to himself and continues drinking"
}
] | 43 | 656 |
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