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38.166667 | 2023-01-13 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She returns with an ale of her own and lounges casually across the bench in front of the fire. She takes a swig from the bottle while on her side before setting it down and lying back fully."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He raises an eyebrow (or the argonian equivalent) as she lays on the bench"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She feels his gaze and responds by turning her head to look over at him without sitting up.\n\n\"Listen to that wind, huh?\" She points to the ceiling with her left hand, which reveals that she's down a ring finger, and her glove is sewn at the base to accommodate rather than let a glove finger dangle lifelessly. \"I think we both made it here in the nick of time.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Yeah,\" He says, \"Guess I'll be staying here longer than I though I would.\" He sighs, then tilts his head, \"What happened to your finger, if you don't mind me asking.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She recoils her hand and clutches it with the opposite one. \"Oh, um, I was mauled by a-a sabre cat when I was young. I was incredibly lucky to have survived.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Ah,\" He says, \"I was attacked by a werecroc a few years back, barely made it out with my life.\" He says, \"I feel a part of my soul was lost in that attack.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Wait-\" She sits up with a start. \"Really?! I mean- that sounds terrifying!\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"It was. It was one mean fucker, too. My life changed that day.\" He says, vaguely"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"I'm sure it did. Wow.\" She stares into space in reflection for a moment before stretching back out across the bench."
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He laughs, \"I'm surprised it didn't get any decent hits in, only one, a scratch on my side. I managed to fight it off with a branch, though. Got it away before it could kill me.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"That's so fortunate. Mine took part of my ear with it, too, and a big piece of my elbow.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Sabercats are tough to fight, I've fought a few since I came here, thankfully though I'm usually away from where they tend to be. I often deal with slaughterfish, but they're easy for me.\""
}
] | 42 | 458 |
34 | 2023-01-14 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"Oh, yes. The, ah, sabre is a deadly beast. I wouldn't wish one upon my worst enemies.\n\n\"Slaughterfish are scary for me. They just make me shiver.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Well you aren't semi-aquatic, unlike me.\" He says, \"Their scales are no match for my teeth.\" He says, smiling, showing off his sharp teeth"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "\"That is true. And I suppose yours are a match for theirs.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "\"Theirs are no match for mine, the size difference plays a big part. Plus I have hands and all they have are fins.\""
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "A nod, followed by an awkward silence.\n\n\"Whelp, I'm dozing off here and the storm doesn't seem like it'll let up anytime soon. So, I'm going to go sleep through it. In case you're already gone when I wake up, I wish you safe travels.\""
},
{
"author": "Xal-Ei",
"message": "He nods, \"I'll probably tuck in for now, too. Can't do much in that weather, I doubt anyone's out boating.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Celena Ashton",
"message": "She pushes herself up to her feet. \"Have a good night, then.\"\n\nShe heads to the counter to reserve a room for herself."
}
] | 33 | 238 |
97.842105 | 2023-10-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "The Spite docks, a decent sized Fluyt ship, the sails donning the symbol of an alembic, a symbol long associated with Clan Direnni. The ship, for a moment, has a full crew, but they all seem to vanish in an instant. A glowing being in armor sweeps ash into bottles, an Altmer touches ground, being followed by a personal guard."
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "*A caravan was waiting just outside of town. There was an Orc on the docks. An old orc with his Echatere. He was awaiting a ship, and had almost thought Palomir's was the one, but then he felt foolish realizing it wasn't.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Clank! Keep guard!\" He orders the armor, blue-purple flames glow where its body should be. He speaks to his bodyguard \"Now where's that insane museum, I'm sure I can make a good deal with that loon. No I'm not saying that worshipping daedra makes them insane, by Oblivion it's *Mehrunes Dagon*. Sure he could just be representing his heritage with the Mythic Dawn, but even advertising that cult is equal to worshipping Dagon.\""
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"Oh, that. Its just by the water over there.\"\n\n*He pointed across the water, with his right hand, his left was scratching the forehead of the Echatere. He sounded rather defined despite his looks.*\n\n\"I don't believe a word of it... Especially that \"Mysterium Xarxes\" He has. I'm surprised the Vigil hasn't burned the place to the ground.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Thank you, good sir.\" He says with a bow, \"I'll go there in a bit. One of my servants is doing inventory, hopefully I can get the fool to buy some stock I got, alchemical goods from the Deadlands. He'd probably kill himself by trying to smell a spiddal stick.\" He says with a laugh, \"Who might you be, then? What brings you to this quaint city?\""
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "*He pointed out to sea. Quite a large ship, and it's auxiliary was coming inland.*\n\n\"Waiting on a shipment. I am Gorath Gro-Korith.\"\n\n*The Echatere grunted.*\n\n\"This is Akan. We travel a Caravan route.\"\n\n*He kept it simple because the auxiliary was coming into port. It was an inverted silt strider shell, with seemingly no means of propulsion. It was loaded with barrels under a red cloth with the Telvanni crest on it, and it was Piloted by a dark seducer at the front.*"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*It docked. The seducer disappeared and from the back of the ship under the cloth came three people. An argonian, an orc, and a Dunmer. The dunmer clearly held authority.*\n\n\"I know it's been a while coming from Alinor, unload the rest of these and we'll anchor for some rest. Gorath, is your Caravan ready?\"\n\n*She hadn't noticed Palomir.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Pleasure to make your acquaintence, Gorath,\" He says, \"An Echatere? Long way from Wrothgar, is it not?\" He asks, partially a joking statement, He watches the dunmer step off the ship, \"Alinor? How'd you manage that? Last I checked those zealots don't allow anyone but Altmer there.\" He says, the word zealot carrying a tone of disgust, \"I don't even think they let their own allies in anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"They're well suited to Skyrim, Akan has been with me for ages, since I've been doing routes from Daggerfall to Anvil.\"\n\n*He looked to Venasu.*\n\n\"Yes, Venasu. We have enough space for... Uhh... 2 more runs from the Auxiliary.\"\n\n*The Argonian and Orc began their work unloading from the Silt Strider ship.*"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Good, very good.\"\n\n*She turned to Palomir. The first thing that would strike him was her eyes.*\n\n\"They must trade somehow, they show some degree of respect for us Telvanni, enough to allow us to port to deal with some of the less... Supremacist. I take it you aren't too fond of the dominion, hm?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"So are the rumors of the 'Shaggy Giant Centipedes' real? I remember reading about them in one of the Empire's pocket guides.\" He asks Gorath, \"And do you have any snow truffles, I've been meaning get some.\"\n\nLooking back at Venasu, \"No, not really.\" He says with a smirk, \"They deemed me 'unclean' and 'impure' and killed my family, along with a good portion of Clan Direnni.\" He does a formal bow, \"Palomir Direnni, at your service.\" He definitely *Noticed* The eyes on Venasu, but as of right now doesn't say anything. Palomir's clothing is very... Out of place, for a locale such as Dawnstar. The edges of his robe have ash on them, likely from a magical source"
},
{
"author": "Gorath Gro-Korith",
"message": "\"I suppose you could call them that...\"\n\n*He half chuckled. He reached into his pocket.*\n\n\"One of the pack ones is good at sniffing them out. Here. Take 'em.\"\n\n*He reached his hand out.*"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Typical of them... I only *Tolerate* Them... And only certain ones. I refuse to speak to any of those thalmor... A Mute spell quiets them down.\"\n\n*She smiled, before standing in a formal pose with her hands behind her back.*\n\n\"Mistress Venasu Telvanni, Councilor of House Telvanni.\"\n\n*That was as simple as her title could be.*\n\n\"I suppose we share a bit, in that outlier sense. Most of the council wants me dead. Or gone.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He gladly takes a few snow truffles, placing them in a pouch and fastening it to his belt, \"Why thank you, that is twice now you've done me a favor, I'm certain I must owe you by now.\" He says with a chuckle\n\n\"When does the Telvanni Council not want one another dead?\" He asks with a chuckle, \"I spent a bit of time in Morrowind, got a few trade agreements worked out. I think I even have one worked out with the Telvanni, selling them goods that require confidentiality, I'm afraid.\" He says, taking a journal out of his pocket, the book practically reeks with magic, \"Yes, sold some goods to a Councillor, as well as to a... Master Neloth.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Neloth... He was on the council while I was an apprentice under Aryon. I was never fond of him...\"\n\n*Gorath was beginning to guide the Echatere out to the caravan. He was old, but loyal, but it was clear it was struggling with the weight of the cargo.*\n\n\"You would think they might appreciate someone young on the council... But at 233 I'm an over ambitious brat, they think my Mouth is some sort of joke... Being an argonian. There are still some old minds leading our house. Something that should change.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Somehow I find myself unsurprised that the Telvanni Council is allergic to change.\" He says with a laugh, \"So what has a Councilwoman of House Telvanni working with an orc caravan, I wonder.\" He says, \"An orc caravan far from the homeland, I'll add. Why, I'd start to think it was some sort of political power play.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"No, it was merely circumstance. We met in Sentinel before I had joined the council. I would sell to him, though now I have him solely in Skyrim. You've seen the soldiers. War brings demand. I have the supply. The Stormcloaks have fewer port regulations, though. There would be *Paperwork* If we were in Solitude.\"\n\n*There seemed to be something... Unforeseen on the boat. A creature. It poked its tail out just a moment. Venasu hadn't noticed.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I tend to avoid Imperial controlled cities when I can. I doubt they'd like how I'm tipping the scales.\" He says with a chuckle, \"It's a bit of a grudge on my part. If they didn't sign that horrid concordat then the Thalmor wouldn't have gotten away with what they did to Balfiera.\" He says, then points to her boat, \"I think one of your creatures is trying to get loose, I saw its tail poke out.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"They're a lesser evil to me.\"\n\n*She heard his words about the creature. The Vvardvarks... She can't let them get out. Just two could turn into hundreds. She jumped on and picked it up, scratching its head.*\n\n\"He wasn't even supposed to be on that boat at all... They're enclosed on the other side of... I don't want to think about it. They are the cutest invasive species on this continent, though.\""
}
] | 94 | 1,859 |
73.05 | 2023-10-04 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Ah, Vvardvarks.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I feel keeping them on board should be some sort of crime. I do wonder how well they would adapt to Skyrim's frigid climate. But I think to do an experiment like that you'd need it to completely certain that they can't get out. Which I doubt is possible.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Their enclosure on the ship... Well, the ship was *Grown*. They live well.\"\n\n*She pounted to the museum.*\n\n\"Have you met that gentleman? He's a fool. I visit him every time I'm here to see what nonsense he's spouting this time.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I am yet to have the pleasure of speaking to him, but I'm hoping he'll pay good money for some goods I'd gotten from the Deadlands.\" He says, \"If anything I hope he'll overpay.\" He chuckles, \"Make some good coin before that poor sod gets himself killed.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I tried having a conversation with him. He insisted he read the Commentaries, but when i had to remind him what Lyg was, or was said to be... He seemed very grumpy.\"\n\n*The guard had allowed the rest of the Echatere's outside in after Gorath Spoke to them. There were 4 in total, all being loaded up.*\n\n\"There must be some merit to it, though... Ah, I shouldn't ruminate on ancient, daedric texts with strangers...\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He smirks, \"I don't put any stock in anything Mankar Camoran wrote. He was a madman, nothing more nothing less.\" He says, \"Those mad cultists can all rot away and die for all I care. Worshipping that brute.\" He scoffs"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Its odd... They believed Lorkhan to be a prince.. The Prince of Dawn's Beauty. It obviously isn't true... But i had always wondered how he would come to that conclusion. He claims to have a piece of the Razor in that museum, you know. Something like that doesn't belong here, in a town like this.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Many of the humans worship Lorkhan, I can see why they do.\" He says, \"I've always seen the Mer's hatred for Lorkhan as... Bitter.\" He says, \"He has a piece of the Razor?\" He asks, \"Indeed you're right. That should be kept somewhere far from prying eyes.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"He tried to rope me into finding the rest of them, it was supposedly shattered after the Oblivion Crisis. We fared fine in Vos... The same cant be said about Vivec.\"\n\n*Everything was almost done being loaded.*\n\n\"Even the museum in Mournhold... These artifacts shouldn't be gawked at by the masses.\"\n\n*The argonian tapped her shoulder. She jumped a bit, almost dropping the Poor Vvardvark.*\n\n\"Oh, its done then? Tell Gorath to do here, Solitude, Markarth, Whiterun, and Riften before getting to Windhelm.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Off to the other cities, then?\" He asks, \"Are you running a ...\" He gasps, then shakes his head, \"Why I almost feel stupid for not seeing it. You're the one who runs Cipher Obscura, aren't you.\" He says, as if it was the most obvious statement ever said"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I suppose it might be a little embarrassing if you work in the industry. Yes, I'm the owner. I personally sail, but i hire independent merchants from time to time.\"\n\n*She smiled. Recognition was a bit rare for her.*\n\n\"I do think I've heard of you... But I'm glad we share similar... Sentiments, regarding the law.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"The Empire won't see a single septim from me.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I've heard of your exploits, you're a bit of a legend, I'd say. The Telvanni merchant upstart, sailing across the high seas.\" He says with a smile, \"Much better than my reputation, though. Many dislike my... Opportunistic methods.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I dont support dying monarchies either.\"\n\n*She laughed.*\n\n\"Don't trouble yourself... Worrying about your image. If you were from Morrowind, you'd be just as revered as you say I am. It's simply your circumstance, being from High Rock and all.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He laughs, \"My contacts and customers love me.\" He says, \"And as long as they pay well I get them what they need. Be it food, weapons, or *Other* Goods.\" He smiles, \"My biggest customer in Morrowind was House Redoran, I provided resources to help with the reconstruction efforts. As well as some financial aid.\" He says, \"Almost completely for free, might I add.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"*Redoran.* While the red year unified us... I still remember the actions Redoran took against House Telvanni in the third era. The only thing we could agree on was toppling the Mage's guild monopoly. They've calmed down now. I still dont trust them.\"\n\n*She took her left hand and conjured a Dark Seducer on the boat.*\n\n\"Return it to the Ship out at sea.\"\n\n*She would use a portal to return herself and the crew.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Didn't Neloth kidnap Concilor Arobar's daughter?\" He says, \"And Delyna was held captive at Tel Fyr, driving Arethan mad.\" He smirks, \"I like researching those I do business with. Of the Houses, Redoran seems to be doing the most work in rebuilding Morrowind, no offense to the Telvanni, but their hand in this seems to be... Lacking.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I don't condone their actions, but I hope for forgiveness. Even though they certainly have reason for the distrust... Its been hundreds of years. No need remembering petty squabbles, we aren't daedra.\"\n\n*She laughed.*\n\n\"And on reconstruction, you're right. After we moved Council, they stopped caring for Vvardenfell. I donated some to the Reconstruction of Vos and Dagon Fel.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"The things the Houses did to eachother,\" He chuckles, \"Almost makes it a shame the Morag Tong are so... Weak now.\" He says, \"You can't count on good assassins these days. I'd know, many have tried to kill me, and clearly they aren't that good at it.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"They're still around, though very diminished. They tried after I joined the council. The assassin died slowly in a mass of writhing tentacles, his body decomposing before him as he watched.\"\n\n*That was... Too casual.*\n\n\"And the Dark Brotherhood... Just as weak, equally unskilled.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"There's something about worshipping a literal dying corpse that makes me feel they aren't a reputable organization.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I suppose the 'death by tentacle' explains the eye, then.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Oh. It took you a while... Were you trying to be polite? I have a... Connection to Hermaeus Mora. Many of the rare things i get come from Cipher's Midden.\""
}
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49 | 2023-10-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I was perfectly aware of your eye, just didn't see a need to bring it up. Especially since I can tell its just illusion.\" He says, \"I've had some dealings with Apocrypha, but nothing with Mora himself.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"The Telvanni usually frown upon most forms of worship. I'm no cultist... But knowledge is knowledge... I try to be moderate but... Well... It can be very tempting at times... To open one more tome...\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Restraint is necessary, don't want to go mad. Could lose your only good eye.\" He says with a chuckle, \"The search for knowledge is a dangerous one.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Indeed. Well, I trust you have your own work to do, unless you have anything you need to purchase from me perhaps.\"\n\n*She opened a portal behind her. The two shiphands entered.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Not at the moment, no, but perhaps in the future we may do business.\" He says. He calls out to his ship, \"Do you have the crate? Excellent! Come, come, we have business to attend to!\" He starts walking toward the museum"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I'm curious what his story will be this time. I'll be in Skyrim for quite some time... There's much money to be made here. Sail on Smooth Waves, Palomir.\"\n\n*She walked backwards into the portal and it sealed. The auxiliary ship was halfway to the main boat, Tel Cyphre.*"
}
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{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "After she bid farewell to Hyalan, Mirihil left the Windpeak Inn and again met the piercing cold. She walked down the steps to the road and started heading deeper into the town. The cold was ferocious, but getting involved in Thalmor business would've surely been worse.\n\nAs she walked, she couldn't help but feel that something was... Off. With every passing second it felt like a tarry mist, colder even than the Sea of Ghost's winds, was settling over her very soul. She tried to focus on it and at least speculate as to its source, but her thoughts were almost whisked away from her in an instant.\n\nShe came upon the jarl's longhouse eventually, picking up what sounded like an argument. She lowered her hood and scoped it out to see if there was anything she could learn. Whatever this feeling was, it was certainly some form of powerful magic."
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "An argument indeed was heard infront of the lodge, a women named Brina and the current Jarl, Skald the Elder in quite the heated argument. *\"Your man Horik is wearing old Legion armor. What should I make of that?\"* Spoken up from the Jarl, cross his arms glaring down at the women. Clearly frustrated and suspecting his own people of treason. *\"He's proud of his service, Skald... The Legion taught us loyalty. And we're loyal to Dawnstar..\"* Replied back from the women Brina, hands on her hips sighing as she noticed Mirihil behind but paid no attention. Returning to the Jarl. *\"This is over... I catch you sending letters to General Tullius, I'll have you both executed..\"* With a stern tone, Skald returned back into the lodge. Leaving the steps silent and tense, Brina turned around to gaze at the Mitihil and spoke. \n\n*\"You come to Dawnstar at a bad time. Tempers are... Fiery.\"*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She watched with narrowed eyes as Skald went back inside. She held no particular allegiance to either side of this brewing civil war. The Empire's capital had been her home for most of her life, but she held no love for it. Either way, it seemed both sides would soon have to put down their arms and focus on more pressing threats. \n\n\"I see,\" She answered, gaze falling from the longhouse to Brina. \"I'm Mirihil, an adventurer. Pardon the intrusion, but are those fiery tempers solely the product of the war? There some other kind of trouble the city's having?\" She kept it vague, not wanting to cause any panic if no one else had sensed what she had."
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Brina nodded, sighing in exhaustion it seems. Trying her best to give a smile*\n \n\"Brina, nice to meet you... But not a single man or women in Dawnstar has gotten a good nights rest in days... We keep having the same nightmare, over and over.\". Brina stated, glancing back to the inn. She'd pace a bit*\n\n\"If people aren't tired, they're angry, and if they aren't angry, they're afraid. It's made keeping order a mess... I hear Mara has sent one of her priests to the inn to try to calm people down, but I don't know how much words will do now.\"\n\n*She pointed to the inn, sighing once more. Clearly wanting to go home now, nodding to her with one more smile before leaving*\n\n\"Excuse me, I'll be heading home now..\"\n\n*Leaving, but if this is really just a normal phenomenon or caused by something or someone? It seems this Mara priest is the best shot at learning more*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil hummed in response to the revelation. Dream Magic was usually associated with Vaermina. Repeating, shared nightmares pointed towards an attempt to break the spirit, but to what ends? No matter what, it was clear she'd be getting her hands dirty soon.\n\n\"Thank you,\" She said with a nod once Brina excused herself. She'd said a priest of Mara had arrived at the inn to help, so that would be her first destination. She hoped Hyalan's business had been cleared up as she set off on the path."
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*In the comforting warmth of the Windpeak Inn, there was cold distress within. As Mirihil enters they could hear talking of these dreams* \n\n\"Listen to your friend, Fruki. They are just dreams, my dear. I assure you that it's quite normal..\"\n\n*The priest speaks, trying to be sincere. But the distressed women kept talking of her troubles*\n\n\"It's the same dream over and over again. You think that's normal? It's evil I tell you!\"\n\n*She yelled out, clearly from an outside perspective she seems insane. Her friend finally speaking once more*\n\n\"Erandur, she has a point. You keep telling us no harm will follow these dreams, but they must be an omen..\""
}
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{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "Wazsst-Pesst arrives in Dawnstar, intrigued by rumor of a museum dedicated to Mehrunes Dagon. As he walks toward the museum he can hear an argument"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Your ancestors wouldn't want this, Silus!\" The Court Wizard Madena says,\n\"Why should I hide from it? This is my family's legacy!\" A man dressed in Mythic Dawn robes responds\n\"It's the past! Dead oaths on dead lips. Let it stay there.\" Madena says, \n\"The museum is opening, Madena.\" Silus says in a firm tone. Madena walks away before Wazsst can speak to her"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*In the harbor was a skiff, out on the ocean, a large ship, with sails bearing the crest of House Telvanni. Various people of all races were unloading cargo, but someone was out of place. A dunmer in robes, standing near the museum, as though she were trying to evesdrop on them. She smirked at their disagreement.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He steps forward, ignoring the robed Dunmer, \"A museum to the Mythic Dawn? Interesting, I was not expecting to see a Dagon worshipper being so public.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"And here comes my first visitor. The Museum of the Mythic Dawn is open, friend! Let's talk inside.\" He says, ignoring the comment on worshipping Dagon for the time, not wanting to speak about it in the open"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*She followed. The second visitor. Officially, anyway. She had dealings with the man before the museum was open.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As Wazsst and Venasu enter Silus speaks.\n\"A second visitor? Wonderful! My family were in the Mythic Dawn. My museum is our legacy. Wrong or right, the Mythic Dawn changed Tamriel's history. They deserve study. Scholars from around the world will come here one day.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "Wazsst walks around, taking a look at everything within the museum, enthralled by it all, as he looks at each display Silus explains what is inside them. After taking a look at everything he walks up to Silus, \"So who were the Mythic Dawn?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"They were worshippers of Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric Lord of Destruction and Change. The Mythic Dawn killed Uriel Septim the Seventh and his heirs, triggering the events that lead to the Oblivion Crisis, when the Daedra invaded Tamriel. All that remains of the infamous cult, I've gathered in my museum.\" He stops, taking a look at the two, \"If you're interested, I think I have a job you would be perfect for.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"I might be interested.\" He says, \"Depending on what you have in store.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*She was equally intrigued. Whatever sort of job he had was bound to be interesting, very, interesting.*\n\n\"Do you intend to recover a Crescent, Camorans Private diaries?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"A little history, first. After the Oblivion Crisis, a number of groups cropped up dedicated to wiping out the remnants of the Mythic Dawn. One of these groups found Mehrunes' Razor, the artifact of Dagon. They split it into three fragments and pledged to keep them apart forever. That was almost 150 years ago, and the pieces are still being kept by the descendants of that group. And they're right here, in Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"Well isn't that lucky. You'd think Dagon himself wanted the Razor put back together.\" He cackles, \"Do you know where all the pieces are? Any records?\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*She nodded. Fate maybe. Or just coincidence. But in her research... These things had wills of their own. She remained silent.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"At least two of the owners, Ghunzul and Drascua, are dangerous marauders. And the third owner, Jorgen, I only know he lives in Morthal. Here are my notes about them. I'll gladly pay you for getting the pieces any way you can. No questions asked.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He takes the journal, flipping through it, then turns to Venasu, \"I suppose we will be working together, elf.\" He says, \"Are we introducing ourselves? Or are we working without identities.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I suppose so. I am Venasu Telvanni, Councilwoman of House Telvanni.\" \n\n*Of stories he may have heard of house Telvanni, or horrors he may have been the victim of, that was the politest, least pretentious introduction possible.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He hisses at the mention of House Telvanni, \"Of all the dark elf bastard Houses of Morrowind I get stuck with *Telvanni*.\" He says, clearly displeased. \"And what are you scum doing in Skyrim? Were Argonian and Khajiit slaves not enough? Need to run your experiments on the Nords?\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I sail. Master Neloth and Magister Indras should be the direction of your hatred. Myself and Apostle Byleth know our place in foreign lands. My interests here lie solely in Gold. Slavery does not help in that. I use Daedra for menial work, as any good Telvanni Master should.\"\n\n*She was unfazed by his hiss, staring blankly with her one green eye.*\n\n\"Regardless, I don't represent my house as a whole. The mortal crew on my ship are paid. It's unfortunate that slavery still persists in Telvanni lands.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He huffs, a bit like a pouting child. \"Fine. I suppose I can tolerate you for now.\" He hands her the journal, \"I'll let you pick our first hit, Magister.\" His tone a bit snide"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"The Marauders. We will end in Morthal. Would there happen to be a map with the journal?\"\n\n*She was preparing to open a portal. Would make their journey far easier.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"Good question.\" He says, taking the journal back and flipping through, pulling out a rough map of Skyrim with 3 marked locations, one in Morthal, one near Falkreath, and one in the Reach, he hands the map to Venasu, \"Take your pick.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"Falkreath. I hope You're prepared.\"\n\n*She began to open a portal, on the other side were the Woods of Falkreath. Convenient.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He steps through the portal, fauchard in hand, \"I'm prepared. Always am.\" He takes his hand crossbow from his back"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The fort was in view, too far to see what the defences were like, though. They'd need to get closer to know what's in store"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I dont anticipate any sort of... Sophisticated defences.\"\n\n*She began to walk, rather leisurely. She wasn't in a rush.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He follows, using his fauchard as a walking staff, hand crossbow readied."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As they get closer they can see the defences. The fort is in shambles, wooden defenses set up to block off ruined walls. There's about 4 orcs set up along the wall, unknown number inside."
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*She conjured a Ruinach in front of her.*\n\n\"I find this one fitting for the circumstance.\"\n\n*It stood tall, with its four arms, it approached the fort and announced its presence.\n\n\"I WILL SKIN YOUR DISGUSTING FORMS ALIVE!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"A friendly presence.\" He says, as he fires a bolt at one of the orcs on the wall, he then starts moving for cover."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The orcs hear the ruinach, and begin loosing arrows toward it. Wazsst's bolt hits one in the shoulder, only wounding him. \n\nThe arrows hit the Ruinach, the arrows embed themselves in the Ruinach but don't seem to stop it."
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*She moves up to to one of the cracks in the walls. A tentacle escapes from her hand, grabbing an orc, engulfing them in an inky black liquid.\n\nThe Ruinach had breached the walls, and was swinging at the orcs with each of its arms.\n\n\"I AM BORN FROM THE FLESH OF DAGON... I AM UNSTOPPABLE...\"*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He moves in, sticking to cover to avoid the arrows, firing back at the archers. As he makes it inside the walls he stows his crossbow, and starts closing the distance between him and the archers"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*\"YOUR ATTEMPTS TO PIERCE MY FLESH AMUSE ME...\"\n\nThe ruinach used two swords and 2 blades. 4 arms were useful when you were fighting four opponents. A blast of lightning would hit an archer as Venasu leisurely walked through the fort.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He charges one of the archers, using the hook on the back of his fauchard to disarm them before slicing their throat. He jumps off the small wooden tower and moves toward the orcs who are now surrounding the Ruinach."
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*\"I AM A FINGER OF... OF THE FIFTH HAND OF DAGON! I AM UNSTOPPABLE!\"\n\nIt was getting weaker. Venasu grabbed one of the warriors with a tentacle, leaving the last.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He stabs the last orc with his fauchard, pulling the blade out then stabbing again with his dagger"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "All the orcs on the outside of the fort were dead, and now they needed to move inside. The Ruinach wouldn't fit inside, so it would need to wait outside or be replaced with a smaller minion."
}
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{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*She made the Ruinach disappear, before conjuring a Dremora Markynaz to take its place.*\n\n\"I'll assume its from Dagons legions... They tend to be.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He doesn't say anything, opening the doors to the fort and moving into it. An arrow whizzes by him, another hitting the door. He rolls into cover and returns fire with his hand crossbow"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*\"An Ayleid summoner once thought he could control me. I gutted him...\"\n\nThe Markynaz advanced, greatsword in hand, ready to rend the flesh of any warrior he found. Venasu shot a blast of Chain Lightning at the upper floor, hoping to arc it between them before going into cover.*"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "He stabs one of the warriors, pulling the fauchard out then slashing the back of their neck and kicking them to the ground."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Markynaz decapitates the other warrior on the ground floor, killing them instantly. \n\nThe Chain Lightning arcs between all 3, killing the first one hit, and wounding the other 2."
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*\"May the flesh peel from any mortal who dares come near!\"\n\nHe went onto the next warrior nearest. \n\nVenasu pulled an archer from the upper floor with a tentacle, drowning him in the corrosive ink.*"
}
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{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*The ones affected by the ink... Their flesh had been consumed, melted, their remaining bones beginning to melt, stained greenish black from the ink.*\n\n\"Oh... It rarely gets old.\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"Nauseating.\" He says, \"I prefer my kills be more personal, more physical.\" He moves forward, going toward the next part of the fort,"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "In the hall you can hear the bandit chief and a few other orc preparing for the invaders, in their conversation you can briefly hear mention of a \"Vault\""
}
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{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I prefer to detach. I don't pretend its any better... But a knife is just... Gruesome.\"\n\n*She walked forward, the Markynaz following behind them.*\n\n\"Any... Special plans?\""
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"I have a feeling what we're looking for is in the vault those orcs were talking about. Likely well guarded, most definitely trapped, and probably under lock and key.\" He says, \"So let's get the key from however has it. Likely the leader of this group.\""
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "\"I am confident our friend from the Deadlands can handle most of it.\"\n\n*She nodded at the dremora, and he walked down the hallway menacingly dragging his battleaxe.*"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The dremora charges in, axe-head screeching on the stone as it drags. A door on the left side of the hallway opens, and the suddenly the dremora turns, and charges at Venasu"
},
{
"author": "Wazsst-Pesst",
"message": "\"That's not good.\" He says, holding his glaive forward ready to stab the dremora as it moves forward"
},
{
"author": "Venasu Telvanni",
"message": "*A tentacle would come from Venasu's arm, grabbing the Dremoras leg and pulling it to the ground, inky blackness slowly going up its body, functionally melting its body, slowly.*\n\n\"A shame. I'll hold off on the Conjuration for now.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The cold frigid air felt a little worse, the wind picking up as the priest trudged along with his new companion. He pointed towards the tower on the hill, looking back at Mirihil*\n\n\"The tower on that hill is our destination. People around here call it the Tower of the Dawn. I'm not familiar with the tower's history, but it was deserted for quite a long time before Nightcaller Temple was established inside. When the temple was active the priests would rarely be seen in Dawnstar. They preferred to live a solitary existence. The temple's been abandoned for decades now...\"\n\n*A quick disappointed chuckle escaped him, shaking his head.*\n\n\"Ironic isn't it... A ruin within a ruin? There's a small shrine to Mara I established inside the tower's entry hall. I was hoping to seek spiritual guidance from Her. Perhaps my prayers were answered and your reason for stumbling across Dawnstar is more than a mere coincidence...\"\n\n*He became more serious, his determination swiftly returning. As if there's even more suspicion*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Maybe. But if this is serious enough to warrant such planning on the Aedra's part, that just makes me all the more worried,\" She said as she walked, snow crunching under her boots. \n\n\"Anyway, we're not in Dawnstar anymore. No need to worry about causing a panic. Is that shrine to Mara all you meant when you said you had to return to the temple? And how did you even learn it was the source of Vaermina's influence here? Some kind of scrying spell, or a vision from Mara herself?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*A defeating silence proceeded after her, a long pause passed from the priest. Shaking his head, gazing behind to look back*\n\n\" It feels good to finally have a chance to help these people. Helplessly watching them suffer's been difficult.\"\n\n*Blowing off her question, only for another quick pause. Returning back to answer, his feet becoming heavier*\n\n\"I suppose there's no point in concealing the truth any further... My knowledge comes from personal experience from the temple. I was a priest of Vaermina...\"\n\n*Back to the silence, but it was very much different. An understanding silence from the priest, almost the feeling guilt crept back*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She stopped for a moment when he made the confession. Her expression hardened for a moment before softening again, her pace picking up once more. \"Well, that's certainly a revelation,\" She said with a sigh. \"But you've given me no reason to doubt your... Change of character so far. Just don't try to sacrifice me and we'll be fine.\"\n\nMirihil was anything but narrow-minded. She knew people could change, especially when it came to religion, and had seen it happen quite a few times in her decades adventuring. Still, she'd be a bit more wary around him... Just in case."
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The priest had nothing else to say really, coming upon the tower. The snow blowing harder then ever before, grunting with each step the untruthful priest spoke up final time*\n\n\"Yes, you're right. I didn't know what to say... What would you have me say? Sorry for following the misguided teachings of a mad Divine? Sorry for stealing memories from children?\"\n\n*He spoke, almost ending with the most painful remark. Clearly upset that he fell influence to such divine, coming in viewing distance of the tower. Getting himself ready*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Apologies don't cut it sometimes, true. But when they're backed with genuine contrition and acts of atonement, they become true signs that you've changed for the better.\" She wasn't a philosopher, but she'd had lots of time to think about things like this. Not everyone who'd done wrong in the past deserved the blade. \n\nOnce they started getting closer to the temple, she prepared herself for the worst. Vaermina would surely have defenses in place."
}
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{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "A cloaked figure in expensive green finery is seen sitting next to the door of the tower, drawing on a map. They're honestly quite out of place, the bright green sticking out like a sore thumb. They hear the people coming, rolling up the map and slipping it into the case on their side, they stand up, placing a map of light-gold colored their face, then place their hand on the hilt of their blade. \"Who goes there!\" The voice shouts"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*He almost stopped in his stride hearing a voice coming from the tower door. Seeing visibly now the man clad in green, almost angered by this*\n\n\"By Mara, state your business with my tower!\"\n\n*He spoke out, giving a glance to his new found companion to handle this more. His anxious expression saying everything, Flames ignite within his palms returning to gaze at the new face*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil stepped forward and extended her left hand out to her side. Fire, frost, and shock coalesced in her palm, radiating the rawest of power. \"Hand off the sword, mate. You've got no chance if you try to attack us.\"\n\nShe scanned the stranger up and down, clearly a bit confused. She'd usually think they were just a bandit, but they didn't usually say things like 'Who goes there.' She gave a quick nod towards the Dunmer beside her and said, \"Answer him. What're you doing here?\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "When the mask went on his form seemed to blur, the edges softened, almost combining fully with the world around him. \"You'll have trouble hitting me, just letting you know.\" He says, \"And I'm not a highwayman or robber. They would've already charged at you.\" He keeps his hand on the hilt of his blade, he's not going to put his trust in the strangers just yet, especially when they're threatening him with magic, \"I'm an explorer and map maker, and this tower isn't exactly hard to miss. It's an efficient landmark.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur gritted his teeth, show a bit of anger. Not attempting to be a threatening*\n\n\"We don't have time for this, standby and let me into my tower. We have business to attend too, immediately.\"\n\n*He asked, more like a begging tone. The tension was so intense it felt like the cold wasn't even there, like the air had been too dense to even breathe... What will our adventures do*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil narrowed her eyes at Damien, but ultimately believed him. She brought up her hand a bit and let the magic in her palm dissipate into the cold wind. \n\n\"You heard him. Dawnstar's under Vaermina's gaze, and this tower is apparently the center of her influence here. Not exactly the place for a cartographer.\"\n\nShe crossed her arms and looked Damien up and down for a moment before saying smugly, \"Also, I absolutely could've hit you.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I'm not just a cartographer.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Damien Antieve, at your service,\" He says with a bow, \"Admiral of the Storied Envoy. Cartographer by trade, adventurer by choice. And I assure you, if you did manage to hit me with the spell, it would not have been as effective as you wanted.\" He tilts his head, \"Vaermina you say? The Mistress of Nightmares, in Dawnstar? I knew something was amiss, I rarely have nightmares. And why is the epicenter in what you described as... *Your* Tower?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The snow lightening up, but the wind still loud as ever. The Priest taking several steps forward, clearing his sore throat*\n\n\"Your concerns are understandable, but we don't have time to speak of this. My lady Mara insist I clear this tower out, I've only heard rumors of this being a Vaermina worship site..\"\n\n*He spoke, once again lying. Only thinking Mirihil being trusted enough to really know, his red Dunmer eyes stared upon the Breton. Squinting as he grunted under his breath*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Her brow furrowed and mouth fell agape as she picked through her mind. Damien Antieve—she swore she'd heard the name before. She snapped her fingers when the memory hit her and pointed to Damien as she said with a chuckle of surprise, \"I think I used your maps when I first started adventuring!\"\n\nShe blinked and dropped her hand, realizing this probably wasn't the time to talk about such things. Not with more suspicion brewing, anyway. \"Anyway—we're wasting time. There could be some sort of ritual going on inside that we'll need to disrupt before it's completed. Priest, did Mara deign to give you any tips as to what we'll be dealing with inside?\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Many people use my maps without knowing.\" He says, \"I try to keep them up to date, give people an alternative to the Empire's maps.\" \n\n\"I'll come along with you two. Skyrim could benefit from less daedric cults. And I'd like some nightmareless rest.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*He bowed to the both, exhaling in relief as he stumbled to do door. Erandur stopped at the door turning to face the both*\n\n\"You two must know, years ago this temple was raided by an orc war party seeking revenge... The were being plagued by nightmares just like the people of Dawnstar..\"\n\n*He stated, looking among them. Giving a hefty sigh, his face sadden*\n\n\"The party was not successful, the priests of Vaermina knew they couldn't win... So they released what they call *\"The Miasma,\" Putting everyone to sleep.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"And we're about to barge in and wake them all up, aren't we? Wonderful.\" She drawled her last word, letting out a hefty sigh. She'd have to rely on her magic to keep the Orcs at bay. \"Right, well. I'm ready whenever you two are.\""
}
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{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"And will this miasma effect us at all? I'd rather not fall asleep in combat.\" He asks, lighting his lantern and hooking it onto his belt, \"Here's hoping they're hard sleepers.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Staying infront of the door, gathering himself to go in before turning to face Damien*\n\n**\"Im concern this place might not have been sealed; it will dissipate and both priest and orc alike shall awake... Sadly yes it will effect us, the longer an individual is exposed to the Miasma, the more the mind can become damaged. Those who've been under the effect of it for extended periods of time have been known to lose their minds entirely. In some cases, a few never awoke at all.\"\n\n*Continuing to list the risk, hoping they wouldn't back out now. His gaze sincere, a proper warning this time to make sure these two adventures were still in*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil visibly grew uncomfortable at the news. Her mind was her pride and joy; it was the thing she'd devoted her entire life to keeping as sharp as a blade. She'd need to run some tests on herself once this was all over to make sure there were no lasting effects. Brush up on her Restoration to take care of any symptoms that did show up, maybe.\n\n\"All the more reason to get in and out as fast we can,\" She eventually answered with steely determination."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Indeed. It's a good thing I decided to join, more hands on this means it will be quicker.\" He says, \"If they've all gone mad then there's no saving them, we should step carefully, but kill if we need to.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Giving both of them a nod, he entered the tower. Not saying much, looking around as he made his way to back of the room of the first room*\n\"Give me just a moment, and I'll have this open..\"\n\n*As he speaks, this gives light to the hall. A makeshift a makeshift shrine of Mara on the left-hand wall. A copy of Trials of St. Alessia is on the table under the shrine... Then suddenly out of the darkness two skeevers rush the two adventurers. Erandur not paying much attention as he started to blast fire upon the back wall carving.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil let out a disgusted \"Ugh!\" As the skeevers appeared. She brought her hand up in a half-closed fist, lightning appearing in her grasp. She pushed towards the skeever closer to her and with a crack, it jumped from her hand. It hit the first skeever and then leapt to the second, frying them both.\n\n\"Disgusting creatures,\" She sneered. \"Sorry for the smell.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"You get used to odd smells when exploring old ruins.\" He says with a chuckle, unsheathing his rapier, the blade glitters in the light, \"There's rarely ever only a few skeevers. Be on your guard, they'll be the least of our worries.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "* There is a strange, almost mechanical noise coming from the back of the entrance hall, near the large central wall carving. Erandur clearing his throat as he wasn't paying attention to the skeevers. The door unlocked as a dark shadowy curtain becomes visible, leading deeper into the town*\n\n\"Now I can show you the source of the nightmares. Over here...\"\n\n*He walked down the halls, coming upon the Skull of Corruption... Clearly this place hasn't been touched in quite awhile. A bunch of cobwebs and dust. Though, the sounds of shuffling and groaning. The sound of the orc invaders start to wake up, groaning as they were all around the halls and corners of the temple Sanctum*\n\n\"They're waking?!\"\n\n*His palms ignited, ready for Combat. As some immediately became hostile and charged Mirihil and Damien in a blind tired rage*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She watched as the illusion dissipated under Erandur's spell. Before she proceeded, she looked over to the shrine of Mara and thought, *\"Hope you're watching over us.\"* After that tiny little prayer, if it could even be called that, she started to follow the priest down the halls.\n\nShe looked down at the Skull of Corruption when Erandur pointed it out. It radiated power—she felt every cell of her body light up and thrum with magicka. But sure enough, she sensed a thick tarry nature behind the energy that permeated this place. \n\nShe perked up with narrowed eyes when the Orcs started waking up. \"Let them come to us,\" She announced. The temperature around her dropped as whirling frost gathered in her palm. She brought the hand up and shot the ice horizontally across the stairs halfway between them and the charging Orcs, leaving behind a wall that their enemies would have to pass through. Once they did so, she fired off an Ice Spike to both of the approaching Orcs."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"The Skull of Corruption. That's a powerful artifact, hasn't been seen for quite some time, I've only read about it, to see it up close...\" His voice trails off, staring at it, but he snaps back into attention when the orcs began charging them, \"I'll be telling tales about this for some time!\" He takes up a duelist posture, his rapier and buckler ready to defend him against the orc's attacks"
}
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{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The priest would back away, watching them do some of the work. The two awoken invaders would struggle getting up the stairs, one throwing their axe as they weren't really speaking just yelling*\n\n\"Kill them quickly!\"\n\n*Erandur called out, demanding them to hurrry. The other orc invader rushed Damien finally reach the top, going for a heavy downward chop of his sword*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil stretched her hand out towards the thrown axe and instead of barreling towards her, it rotated in the air and started flying neatly into her palm. She took hold of it and immediately cleaved at the side of the Orc that was charging Damien, hoping Erandur would take care of the newly unarmed Orc at the bottom of the stairs."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He quickly stabbed the orc coming at him in the side with his rapier, then after releasing his sword he quickly throws a mithril dart at the other orc. Removing the sword from the Orc and flicking the blood off it"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The Orc being cut down at the top of the stairs, dropping to the ground. In a shock of adrenaline, it would try to grab onto Damien's leg. While the bottom of the stairs one tried getting up, the Mithril dart hurt. Causing him to stumble back, Erandur immediately sending a wall of flames hurling down the corridor. Causing the Orc to drop to fall to the ground, yelling in agony*\n\n\"Come, we must reach the inner Sanctum and destroy it. There's no time to lose!\"\n\n*He hurried down the stairs, walking past the scorched orc corpsed. Descending down the stairs they could see a doorway with another barrier*\n\n\"Damn it. The priests must have activated this barrier when the Miasma was released.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "As both of the Orcs went down, Mirihil brought up the she'd picked up and examined its brutish, blood-spattered form. She had her sword with her, but an extra weapon would probably come in useful when dealing with Orcs. She hung it on her belt and followed Erandur down.\n\nShe peered through the ward, studying its nature. The soul gems were their source, that much was obvious. \"Well, we've got two options. Option one: I melt the bars on one of these grates and we hop down. I can slow my own fall with magic, but I don't know how you two would fare. Option two: I try and use a spell that grants me intangibility to try and pass through these wards whenever we encounter them.\"\n\nShe casually crossed her arms and looked between her two companions. \"You two have any preference? Or any ideas of your own?\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"It would take longer but I doubt the cultists would put up barriers with no way of deactivating.\" He says, \"Melting the grate would an interesting route, quick and easy, but getting out would be... Well...\" He digs through his bag, pulling out a spool of rope, hook, and some pitons, \"I can set this up, so long as no orcs decide to cut my rope or dig out the piton we can use this to slide down and climb back up.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The priest listened to them discuss ways to get through, shaking his head. Clearly he knows how to get by but wanted to act indifferent*\n\n\"Hmm, I wonder... There may be a way to bypass that barrier, but I must check their library and confirm it can be done..\"\n\n*He said softly, swiftly brushing past them to head back up the stairs. Not saying much further, going to the locked wooden door that was behind the steel grates. Not noticed from the sudden orc invaders... Or maybe the priest never mentioned it was here*\n\n\"Through here..\""
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{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "\"I still have the key for the library, this will be the best way to get passed that barrier... The effect of this won't start immediately..\"\n\n*He spoke, as he wanted to get through here his own way he knows. Clearly filled with regret, the party might sense it. Unlocking as he entered in the library, walking through the narrow corridor to steps. The dark gas filled the room seen, before now a devote and an invader rose. Strangely only hostile to the party, the orc rushing up while the devotee started to shoot ice shards at the group. Erandur unsheathing a Glass mace from somewhere hidden and started returning fire bolts at the devotee*\n\n\"Hurry! One of you get the Orc!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"If you say so,\" She muttered under her breath before following Erandur through the door. The dark gas felt like what she had sensed, only multiplied tenfold. Black, tarry. Like it was simultaneously hard to breath but wanted to leach into every bit of your being.\n\nOnce the fight started, Mirihil reached for her sword and unsheathed it before disappearing in a flash of black and red. She reappeared straight in front of the charging Orc, slicing him from groin to chin with an upwards vertical strike of her blade. She let her sword arm fall but kept the other raised in the air, tightening it into a fist before dragging downwards onto the mage. A bolt of lightning leapt down from the air above, striking the devotee."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"You two are making me feel woefully unprepared.\" He says in a sarcastic tone, throwing a dart at the mage, aiming for one of the spellcaster's hands, \"Casting spells left and right while I watch and throw darts.\" He moves quickly in a serpentine pattern, his blade lingering behind and buckler leading the charge. As he closes the distance toward the mage he lunges, then attacks with a flurry of stabs, each stab absorbing stamina from the mage, fueling his attacks"
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"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He catches his breath, flicking the blood off his blade then returning it to its scabbard. \"If it has to do with dispelling the barriers I'd imagine it'd be related to Vaermina in some way. Likely have her on the cover. Cultists are rarely ever subtle.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*He stopped for a moment from his search, grunting under his breath.*\n\n\"We're looking for a book of alchemical recipes called \"The Dreamstride.\"\n\n*He stated, continuing his search before giving a soft grumble now*\n\n\"The tome bears the likeness of Vaermina on the cover yes... It should be here somewhere. If you check around the shelves around the balcony, I'll check around the lower level.\"\n\n*He said softly, going down some more steps to check out more shelves. Giving more space to search, the mist feels as if it's growing stronger. The sounds of shuffling and rocks crumbling can be heard through the walls, are they real or is it the gas*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"You heard him,\" Mirihil said as she turned to her Bookwyrm. \"The Dreamstride, likeness of Vaermina on the cover, book of alchemical recipes. Search the balconies and bring it to me.\" Once she was done giving her order, the creature slithered away into the darkness.\n\nAs her familiar searched, Mirihil looked around and found mostly dust and ash. She did find one intact tome, though it wasn't the one they were searching for. She smiled and chuckled a bit to herself as she wiped the dust off its cover in a ginger, almost nostalgic way. She opened it up to a seemingly random chapter and started to read, only stopping when her familiar came slithering back.\n\nIt opened its maw and floated closer to the ground, convulsing with a horrible retching sound as the book emerged from whatever constituted its insides. \"Ah, here we are. Erandur! Got it!\" She called out as she picked up the book, extending her arm and lightly shaking it to get rid of as much of the inky layer that covered it as she could. Then she opened it, lightly skimming it as she waited for the priest to arrive."
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{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He grimaces at the daedra, \"Could never understand why mages are so nonchalant about summoning Daedra. Powerful things you're meddling with.\" He says, \"At least it was quick. Sooner we're out of here the better.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur comes quickly back up from the lower level, shuffling over. His hands extent for the book*\n\n\"Let me take a look! Mara be praised!\"\n\n*He said with excitement, swiftly opening a book that should never be seen.*\n\n\"There is a way past the barrier to the inner sanctum. It involves a recipe for a liquid known as Vaermina's Torpor.\"\n\n*Speaking as he read through, glancing up at the two of them.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Not nonchalant, just trusting of tried and true processes. I've been studying magic for nigh-on eighty years now. I know what I'm doing.\"\n\nWhen Erandur told them about the potion, Mirihil's eyes narrowed a bit. \"I've got reservations about drinking a potion with a Prince's name in it. What's it do?\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"And you are certain this is a good idea. I quite liked melting away that grate and rappelling in.\" He says, \"Drinking a daedric cult's brew is rarely a act without consequence.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The Dunmer ignored most of their concern, continuing to speak on the matter.*\n\n\"The Torpor grants an ability the priests of Vaermina called \"The Dreamstride\"; using dreams to travel distances in the real world. I assure you, the Dreamstride is well known in Vaerminian Lore.\"\n\n*He finished more directed at Damien, looking up. Scratching his chin before a sigh*\n\n\"Sadly, I have yet to see it function in person..\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil's gaze fell to the floor as she pondered Erandur's words. \"I don't want to say it's impossible, but it's... Unheard of, to my knowledge. Connections between realms are brute-forced circumpenetrations of the barriers keeping them separate. It's not like I could open a gate to the Deadlands, take two steps, open another gate, and end up in Elseweyr. Those sorts of connections are usually artificial.\"\n\nMirihil shook her head quickly, looking back up to Erandur. \"Oneiromancy as a whole is far, far from my area of expertise, but from what I've read, it doesn't seem like traveling in a dream would result in any sort of movement on Nirn. You're certain this will work?\""
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"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"So...\" His voice trails off, \"You want us to drink a potion that might send us through Oblivion, that you don't know if it fully works.\" He sighs, \"I'm all for new experiences but I doubt this is safe.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*He nodded to their concerns, scratching his chin*\n\n\"I will not lie to you two, there is some risk involved. The last time the Torpor was imbibed could have been decades ago. But I swear upon Lady Mara that I will do everything within my power to prevent any harm from befalling you.\"\n\n*He said calmly and assuring, bowing his head.*\n\n\"All my research points in the opposite direction that will not kill, but I believe there is a laboratory in the east wing. If we proceed there we could find a sample.\"\n\n*Speaking up, the sounds of old caverns filled the room. The smog of gas becoming a bit thicker then normal*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I don't have a potion-seeking Daedra, unfortunately. Lead the way.\" \n\nAs they walked, a thought crossed Mirihil's mind. \"I'm assuming only one of us will have to drink the potion to get past the wards. Who should it be? I certainly wouldn't mind trying it. I'm used to wortcraft by now. This is on a different level, of course, but it seems... Somewhat comparable.\""
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The orc warriors running through the flames with their adrenaline pumping, only to be cut down by Damien. Dropping to the floor as the devotees began to put up wards as the party advanced. Erandur rushing with his mace towards them, slamming down the mace at the head of one of the devotees*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Seeing the single mage that was left standing, Mirihil brought her left hand out to her side for a moment, lightning gathering around her arm before she extended it forward. Bolts leapt from her hand with a thunderous crack, streaking across the room and into the mage's chest, hopefully softening him up enough for Damien to land the final blow."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He lunges forward, his rapier skewering the devotee. \"Gruesome work.\" He says, kicking the devotee down and pulling his blade out, \"I hope you are ready to drink that potion. I fear if we do not hurry we'll end up like the crazed inhabitants.\""
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*With one wake devotee left alive, the bolt shot by the Altmer struck the ward leaving the devotee stumbled and dazed. Having his chest skewered he let out a soft exhale and breath, dropping to the ground dying swiftly*\n\n\"Now with that dealt with, we need to find the Torpor... It should be a small bottle, similar to a normal potion bottle... I'll begin searching up here, you two search below..\"\n\n*He pointed to the staircase in corner going down. Downstairs is nearly in ruin like the rest of the place, only two bookshelves standing with a bunch of unusual potions and books. Erandur walking around look through the stuff upstairs*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil gave a hum and a nod before heading down. She inspected the bookshelves straight across from the stairs first, having no luck. She turned to Damien and said, \"Nothing here but alchemical ingredients. You got anything?\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I suppose your wyrm can only find books then.\" He says, looking through the shelves, \"The bad news is there's quite a few bottles, the good news is is that only one of them has anything in it.\" He grabs a filled potion bottle, \"Is this what we're looking for?\""
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur looks through upstairs until being called over. Walking down the steps to see the bottle. He looked pleased and disappointed at the moment*\n\n\"I'm relieved you discovered a bottle intact; this place looks as though it was ransacked by the orcs..\"\n\n*Erandur spoke,making it to the pair. He'd look at Mirihil, motioning the bottle to her*\n\n\"So... I've taken us this far, but you need to guide us the rest of the way. Drink.\"\n\n*The Gas has been thickening, almost like a dark fog in the room. Is the effect working? Or is it a placebo?*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I'll try to be as quick as I can,\" She said as she motioned for Damien to hand her the bottle. She bit the cork and pried it out with her teeth before blowing it onto the floor. \"Hope the gods are keeping an eye out for me,\" She whispered to herself before downing the potion. She sat herself down and leaned against a shelf, vision going black.\n\nThere was a moment of darkness that felt like an eternity. Then her mind lurched towards a singular point, and it was suddenly like she was watching someone else's life from a dark hallway. As the men before her spoke, she tried to look down at her hands and was met with ashen skin. She looked back up, awaiting whatever came next."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Good luck, soldier. Kynareth guide your path.\" He says, \"So we just stand around here, then? Wait for her to get through and let us in?\" He sighs, \"Not exactly excited for waiting around.\""
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Mirihil could tell her vision is different, bright colors fill her eyes. Clearly a dream like state, the sounds of clashing and yelling apparent. The sounds of spells and swords, the two priest speech becomes audible*\n\n\"Then we have no choice. The Miasma must be released.\" Said with a grim look on priest Verens face. Thorek speaking up, \"The Miasma? But, brother..\"\n\n*Being cut off, Veren spoke up once more*\n\n\"We have no alternative. It's the will of Vaermina. And what about you, Brother Casimir? Are you prepared to serve the will of Vaermina?\"\n\n*Turning to look at Mirihil, but addressing her as Casimir.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "As the devotees focused on her, Mirihil spoke with a voice that was not her own. \"I've made my peace. I'm ready.\" \n\nTheir words after that were a blur. She soon took off, sprinting through a battle-torn temple strewn with blood and ash. Smoke clawed at her lungs as the place burned, but she pressed on. Before long, she found herself on the other end of the ward that had blocked their path, pulling a chain and listening as the Miasma hissed through the air.\n\nShe blinked and found herself back in her own body, lurching over a bit with a groan. She shut her eyes and shook her head, composing herself as she took the soul gem out of its receptacle. \n\nShe massaged her eyes with one hand as she leaned back against the wall. \"By the Nine, that was... Disorienting...\" She said through a strained voice."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Glad I didn't have to experience that.\" He says, \"Let's hurry up,\" He moves forward, sort of speed-walking past them through the corridor, \"I pray that artifact is close.\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Interesting,\" She answered before taking a breath. She gave a nod towards the direction Damien had walked off in, wordlessly telling Erandur that they could talk as they followed. Then she pushed off the wall, starting to walk as she said, \"I wonder exactly how the torpor induces translocation. Memories leave imprints on objects and locations—that much is known. Maybe the torpor utilizes similar principles, but via the limen rather than any actual object?\"\n\nShe let out a breath through pursed lips. \"Certainly a conundrum. Might make a stop at the College and try to read up on the subject if I'm ever in the area.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"Perhaps some form of time magic, partially splitting your consciousness in time, allowing you to move through it.\" He says, \"Of course I'm not very knowledgeable in magic, just well read.\" His hand rests on the hilt of his blade, \"Should we expect any resistance on our way to the Skull?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur followed next to Mirihil while wielding his mace once more*\n\n\"How I envy you. I can only imagine the excitement of seeing history through the eyes of another! Sadly, I am resigned to just reading of its wonders through my research of the Skull.\"\n\n*Coming around the corner of some stairs the sound of light sleeping, groans of sleeping devotees could be heard from the next chamber*\n\n\"Your Question has been answered, The inner sanctum is just ahead. We must reach the Skull.\"\n\n*Swiftly, 3 devotees start waking from their long slumber. One off to the left of the entry and the other two off on the right of said chamber. One by candles on a table, grabbing a staff of fireball. As they started to prepare spells, it's possible to end this swiftly*"
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"It was a... Fascinating experience, I'll say that much,\" Mirihil said in reply to Erandur's wonder.\n\nAs they turned the corner and the devotees started to rise, Mirihil brought her hand up in a fist before violently pulling it down, conjuring a nexus of lightning above the three mages. Then, with a stomp, Mirihil carved out and lifted three molten rocks from the floor under her, sending one barreling towards each of the mages with a punch in their direction."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He throws three darts, one to each devotee, \"It's like I don't even need to lift a finger with you here.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I guess my darts *Do* Ignore wards, so it's a bonus.\" He thrusts forward at the devotee near the entrance, striking before they can raise any defenses"
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*In a matter of minutes-Seconds the devotees drop dead. Twitching as if they were still breathing, Erandur rush ahead of them. Pointing out a wooden door ahead*\n\n\"It should be just on the other side of this door.\"\n\n*Staying put, allowing the two to search around and catch up*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Let's get this done then. Hankering for a bottle of mead and a warm fire,\" Mirihil said as she approached the door."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I'm actually longing for open sea right now.\" He says, \"Sailing in a storm would be preferable to this.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur opens the double doors, now in the inner sanctum. But shuffling from across the hall as two figures come out of the shadows. Mirihil may recognize them*\n\n\"Wait... Veren... Thorek... Your alive?\"\n\n*Erandur said with joy, glancing back at his group then the two*\n\"No thanks to you, Casmir.\" \n\n\"I no longer use that name. I'm Erandur, Priest of Mara.\"\n\n*Erandur kept talking, it could be observed as if for atleast Damien he's clearly used to be here*\n\n\"You're a traitor. You left us to die and then ran before the Miasma took you.\"\n\n*Veren spoke up, being aggressive. Grabbing his sword as he pointed at Erandur*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "It took a moment, but Mirihil definitely recognized these people. So Erandur had been Casimir, and those had been his memories she had seen. Interesting, but far from the most pressing matter.\n\n\"Get out of our way. We're destroying the Skull,\" She barked, stepping forward. \"We've turned every other cultist here to meat and ash. Don't think we won't do the same to you if you don't get out of our way.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"I sincerely have no idea what you're blabbering about, but if you don't put that sword down I'll be forced to make you drop it.\" He says, brandishing his rapier, \"That artifact is a threat to everyone in the area, it needs to be destroyed.\""
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur was rather upset by these comments, shaking his head in disappointment*\n\n\"No. I... I was scared. I wasn't ready to sleep.\"\n\n*The two priest looked furious, looking between the group from the threats*\n\n\"Enough of your lies! I can't allow you to destroy the Skull, Priest of Mara.\"\n\n*Veren spoke up, more so to the lot then just Erandur. The priest of Mara shuffling back away to let the two work their magic... No pun intended. Veren and Thorek immediately pulled their weapons now. Their wards activated as combat started. Veren throwing a slash at Mirihil while Thorek rushed to Erandur to kill him*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "As soon as the cultists drew their weapons, Mirihil sneered and yet again disappeared in a puff of black and red mist. She reappeared behind Veren, a Bound Dagger appearing in her right hand and then stabbing between his ribs. With her other hand, she reached up and grabbed his head before sending an electric current through it."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He dashes forward, his blade passing right through one of the wards and into the throat of Thorek, his buckle moving the elven sword to the side, \"To the Quagmire with you.\""
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"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur nodded to the both, sighing as he proceeded ahead*\n\n\"It's time. The Skull must be destroyed. If you'll stand back, I'll perform the ritual granted to me by Lady Mara.\"\n\n*Speaking to the two, approaching the skull of corruption. Erandur began to call out to Lady Mara, seeking her help in a chant*\n\n\"I call upon you, Lady Mara! The Skull hungers. It yearns for memories and leaves nightmares in its wake. Grant me the power to break through this barrier and to send the Skull to the depths of Oblivion!\"\n\n*The feeling of discomfort washes over Damien and Mirihil, a distant voice becoming clear. Washing out outside noise as it speaks to them.\n\n\"He's deceiving you. When the ritual's complete, the Skull will be free and then Erandur will turn on you. Quickly! Kill him now. Kill him and claim the Skull for your own! Vaermina commands you!\"\n\n*Vaermina finally reveals themselves, a soft women's voice echos in their mind as Erandur continues the ritual... Giving them an ultimatum*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil screwed her eyes shut as the voice drilled into her mind. She scowled and grunted as she worked up the strength to form a reply befitting the Mistress of Nightmares herself.\n\n*\"No.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He remains steadfast, ignoring the voice, he mumbles a prayer to Y'ffre as a way to fight against the daedric voice. \"Let's hurry this up. I'm starting to hear voices.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Her demands becoming louder, only until they suddenly stopped. Refusing the her demand seemed fruitful, as Erandur finished the chant. The priest able to destroy the staff as the barrier around it disappears and the feeling of the Daedric prince pressure wains. Erandur walked down the steps, but his expression doesn't seem any better*\n\n\"Forgive me if I don't appear relieved... This temple has taken its toll on me.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil let out a sigh of relief when the staff disappeared, Vaermina seemingly leaving with it. \n\n\"I don't blame you,\" She answered. \"I'm pretty exhausted myself, and this place doesn't have any baggage for me like it does for you.\"\n\nShe took in another deep breath, glancing around a bit before looking again to Erandur. \"So, are we done here? Dawnstar's free?\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"At least of Vaermina's influence.\" He says, \"You did good work, Priest. I'll avoid asking questions about your past, would rather not look the gift horse in the mouth.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "\"Dawnstar should be safe... But I constructed a meager Mara shrine in the antechamber... My intention was to spend the rest of my years here, burying the past and praying for forgiveness.\"\n\n*He looked about the remnants of what was... Then giving his gaze back to them*\n\n\"I wish to offer my services, whenever either of you return to Dawnstar look for me if you need any assistance in your journey..\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"You don't have to stay here for the rest of your life. You're already well on the road of atonement with what you did here. But... If that's your decision, I won't try and press you.\"\n\nSuddenly, she let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her eyes. \"It's time I got going. Was on the road from Whiterun before all this, and I'm... Tired, to say the least.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "\"If you want a break from all this you can come to Solitude. The Storied Envoy is always looking for recruits.\" He says, \"Adventurers, mostly, travelling to the different provinces. Life on board would likely be preferable to... This.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Hearing their suggestions all he did was nod and grow quiet. Giving each a smile of gratitude*\n\n\"Anywhere \"I don't know what persuaded you to assist me when we met in Dawnstar, but I'm glad you did. But I shall remain here for my sins or the past.\"\n\n*Erandur bowed once more, heading back to the shrine of Mara he set up leaving them to go do what they intended to do*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Understood,\" She answered, watching Erandur walk off before looking to Damien and extending her hand. \"Well, I'm heading out. Maybe our paths will cross again, but if not, it was a pleasure.\""
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He bows, \"If you need anything seek us out. We're always glad to lend a hand.\" He says, shaking her hand \"I wouldn't call this meeting a pleasure, though. Feels wrong to let all these people die without giving them last rites.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Very well. While you do that, I'll head back to the town. Tell them that their nightmares should be gone, then order a hot meal and some Honningbrew mead.\" With that, she gave Damien a nod and made her way out of the temple, greedily drinking in the fresh air once she was finally out."
},
{
"author": "Damien Antieve",
"message": "He kneels, \"I shouldn't take long. Once I'm done with this I'll head into town. You stay safe, and I hope next time we meet it is in a less stressful situation.\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Night was settling in the world, but the peace that usually came with it was not there this time. Quiet forests was replaced with a chilly, howling wind that scraped Allister's skin and stuck in his red hair. Ally groaned irritably, his legs throbbing as he walked side by side with the black horse that drew the wagon - his hand placed gently on her neck as he guided her along the empty, white road - barely visible in the darkening storm. The wind grew stronger with each passing moment, sending sprays of cold snowflakes into Ally's face: his cheeks were red, his cloak was soaked, and he couldn't feel most of his body, the numbness spreading quickly. This was so idiotic of him; he came north in pursuit on a possible lead to \"The cure\" But so far his mission was met with feeble success and an intense feeling of regret and hatred for the cold weather. A small growl escaped his mouth and he tugged his cloak closer to his body, his amber eyes narrowing as another gush of white wind spat snowflakes on him. *Curse this f\n\nThe light seemed to be so far away - and it took forever - *No, it was forever* - until they stumbled up the path and reached the inns door, following the faint footsteps of people who'd fled there for shelter as well. It took only moments for Ally to strap up the wagon, put Vigilance and Blitz in the barn with some food, and then stomp up to the inn's door and push it open, letting out a gasp of relief as he entered the merry, warm atmosphere. The door slammed behind him shutting out the storm and he took a deep breath - momentarily breathing in the smells of his sanctuary. The smell of burning pines arose from the center of the inn, his ears filled with the sound of crackling and pops - off to the side he could smell pies, and soups, and breads - in the back he heard the merry music of a bard and could smell the aroma of sweat leaking off the bodies of dancing folks - although that particular scent was mostly clouded by the firewood, thank goodness. Ally took one sweeping glance around before slipping his way along the edges of the walls towards a secluded corner and sinking down into one of the seats, pulling his wet cloak off and throwing it over the edge of the chair to dry off, then unwrapping his cold purple hands from the soaked bandages, and running them through the tangles in his red hair - which had somehow remained unsoaked - and yawning. \n\nIt took him a moment, but he eventually ordered a small thing of warm meat soup to swallow down. He raised the bowl to his lips, his hands trembling, and eagerly gulped down the salty broth and meat chunks before relaxing his shoulders and leaning back onto the chair, his amber eyes closing and he drowned out his surroundings - letting his body slowly warm back up and regain it's strength before he set off again. Mainly because he'd forgotten money to pay for a room. *Whoever had the stupid idea of going up north, shame on them, because this trip was turning out to be horrible.*"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "The doors of a side room were kicked open, echoing a loud thud throughout the main room of the inn. Davaras dragged a bloodied Dunmer from the room, a snarl present on his face. He dropped the man onto the ground harshly before reaching for the collar of the man's shirt, lifting him up effortlessly. \"Are you ready to shut your mouth or do I need to shut it for you?\" He growled to the man, watching the blood trickle from his nose. \"Because I *Very* Much can.\" The Dunmer spat in Davaras' face with a snarl of his own in response. *Oh that's it!* Davaras threw the man back down on the ground, not acknowledging the scene he was causing. No one was going to intervene anyways, might as well show them what a mistake laughing at him is. Davaras punched the man, over and over, gritting his teeth as the pain intensified in his wrist. He stopped hitting once the bloodied man was unconscious. He gradually stood up, staring at the unconscious Dunmer that humiliated him moments before. Davaras glared downwards, wiping the blood from his mouth, *He needed a drink.* \n\nGazes and whispers were traded among the people that resided in the main room as Davaras checked the man's coin purse. \"N'chow.\" (Damn.) He took out twenty septims and let out an agitated sigh. \"What a waste...\" He groaned, the man's pockets werent even worth the trouble! He grabbed a seat at an empty, nearby table, scanning his surroundings. He didn't even have enough septims to get a room, let alone an actual meal! Though.. Maybe his luck was to turn around."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally's fingers gradually warmed up, the cold seeped out of his body and was replaced by warmth - although he still felt a tingle of cold, mainly because his clothes were still damp with snow - at least he could feel his hands again. The warmth quickly put the red-haired man in a better mood, though, and he ordered a small drink with the rest of the money he had, tucking the few - two, maybe three - septims he had back into his pocket. A worryingly low amount of money for most people, but he was just fine with brushing off the low amount of currency - there was more to be made, anyways, once he got out of this weather. For now he'd make his drink last so he could sit undisturbed in the inn longer, even the uncomfortable wooden chair was comfortable to him. He could... Just about take a small nap right here, listening to the soft murmur of voices, the strum of an instrument int he background... And the sweet smell of food. But it was only a second from when he was about to doze off into a light sleep that there was a *Boom*, the sound immediately jolting him up in his seat and successfully drawing his attention. His heart skipped a beat at the thunderous noise - but once he turned his head he grumbled in disappointment at the scene - not danger, just an idiot...\n\nThe peace was stripped from the inn, and all eyes were on the conflict - even the music had stopped and was replaced by the beating of flesh. Ally winced, his ears swivelling back at the loud voice before he rolled his eyes and tried to look away, however he couldn't help but sneak a peak from the edge of his vision - this was irritating, but better then watching nothing.\n\nBut Ally eventually found himself becoming more bored and irritated then shocked and gawking like others - he looked away and picked up his little glass of wine, pressing it against his lips as he half-heartedly listened too Dava - *Such an extravagant and noisy entrance.* No manners at all, couldn't he have just beat the poor sod in the room if he really wanted a fight? He didn't have to storm out and ruin Ally's little nap... *Hopefully this idiot had gotten his fill after that and would be quiet now that he won an \"Amazing victory\"; otherwise by the time Ally left he was probably going to have a head ache.*"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His gaze lingered on the unconscious man he left just outside of the side room, what was he to do now? Twenty-five septims? That was scarcely anything! He scoffed as he determinately glanced around the room. A hefty nord that sat among the fire looked not only wasted but Davaras didn't want to test the nord triple his size.. He focused his gaze to an old Khajiit that sat by his lonesome... Eh.. His attire looked torn and the feline looked far more trouble than he was worth... The two young imperial women that chatted away at the bar counter looked well-off, surely they must've had some pricy valuables..? Davaras spotted a shiny, ruby ring on one of the imperials' fingers and he immediately perked up. Perhaps with a little swooning, he could charm his way with the ladies. Wait... He narrowed his gaze at the ring and it was a fake ring! The silver band wasn't genuinely silver! He scoffed, and leaned against his hand. What was with these people? Have they no riches to their names? \n\nHe groaned as he switched his gaze to a lone man—an bosmer maybe? Davaras leaned forward in awe at the man's nice robes... And what a shiny necklace he wore tightly around his neck! Oh, he had hit the jackpot! That man was surely a noble! Davaras couldn't help the grin that had began to form on his face... Not too intimidating, and surely promising! Besides, the more he gazed at the man, the more he acknowledged how attractive the man was.. A well-dressed noble *And* One who happened to be *Handsome* As well? What luck! With a quick touch-up of his own appearance, he wiped any possible blood that stained his lips, adjusted his worn scarf around his neck, tousled his hair a bit more out of his face and he had to remember to smile!\n\nDavaras approached the man who clearly was off in his own little world, and with only the grace a thief could have, he swiftly pulled a chair up to the table. \"Mind if I sit with ya?\" He asked, but without waiting for any answer, he sat down anyways."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He tried to drown the scent of blood that began to clog up his nose by taking another small sip of the wine glass - but even the fruity smell couldn't stop the overwhelming scent from filling Ally's nose - a problem he only seemed to have. He muttered to himself in annoyance, *Spoiled.* The inn didn't feel the same as before, there was a new tension in the air - even though everyone had tried to go back to their previous activities - he could still hear whispers and could see people glancing back and forth from Dava to the unconscious man. The bard returned to playing but Allister noticed the shaky notes and tune - it was no longer a soft merry strum. *Wouldn't someone pick him up? Ally didn't want to see a body in the corner while he was trying to relax.* \n\nPerhaps it was best just to ignore it and not feed anymore attention. He tried to relax again, zoning out and closing his eyes but pretty soon he was disturbed by a *Feeling*. The feeling of a stare - was someone looking at him? He tilted his head and glanced towards the crowd from the edge of his vision - catching a glimpse of movement before he heard a *Thump.* His heart sank and he immediately knew that he was in trouble. \n\nHe knew who it was without even looking, they still carried the pungent scent of blood and sweat. He didn't look over, instead focused his gaze intently on his wine glass and rested his shoulders on the table - almost sinking away - to try and relay a message that,no,he indeed did not want to talk. And he did not want this man to sit next to him. Either he wasn't expressing this enough - or this man didn't pick up. Too late now, as he heard the scrape of a chair as Dava sat down next to him. \n\nAlly picked up his head, tilting it as he shot Dava a scorching amber glare. May the Gods give him strength to make it through this. \n\n**\"I do mind - but it seems pointless to tell you thet now. You've already made yourself comfortable.\"** He scoffed haughtily, cocking a brow at the strange man."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "\"Oi, you're a peach this evening, aren't you? And here I thought nobles were supposed to have good manners.\" He mumbled sarcastically as he scooted the chair closer to the table, now leaning forward. \"On another note, I don't think I've caught your name, sera.\" He gave him a sultry smirk, completely dismissing the glare he was receiving. He let out a small chuckle as he continued to gaze at the man in front of him. Something about the man's sour attitude was funny to him. His eyes trailed from his face downwards, stopping at the shiny, necklace that was wrapped around his neck. He stared, his ears nearly perking up as he gawked at all the shiny amulets he wore alongside the shiny necklace. If he had all those amulets, what other valuables and jewelry could he have? All the jewels and jewelry he must've had! He leaned to the side, trying to check if he had any satchels or side bags, but to any outsider, it must've looked as if he was checking the man out. *Which they wouldn't be entirely wrong..* He had eyes and the man in front of him was clearly something worth gawking at! \"Are you here alone or...?\" He trailed off, his gaze clearly focused on his amulets rather than his face."
},
{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "*Noble?* Something about that word made him want to smirk and laugh - but he kept his stoic expression. Was this the only reason this man came up? Looking to turn a profit? Hey, if he wanted to make assumptions let him; Ally was too grumpy at this point to try and correct him. He looked away, grumbling something about 'no manners' under his breath, letting his amber glare wander the inn and rest on the cackling fireplace. Of course he was going to be the unlucky one to catch this man's attention - he wasn't sure if this was a good thing or bad, *Probably bad*. \n\nAlly felt uncomfortable as Dava's gaze ran down him - gritting his teeth to try and stop some bitter insult from escaping his mouth - he would've gotten up and left but he wasn't man enough to brave the cold just yet, and he felt that if he moved he would just follow him around. Plus, why did he already get the feeling that if he even tried to snap at him his words were going to get twisted? He made a point of not looking at Dava, but was *Very* Aware of where his eyes were wandering and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck. **\"*Your eyes sure do like to wander.*\"** He mumbled - his low, soothing voice rumbling from his throat - singed with irritation. **\"Why do you need to know if I'm here elone, eh?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Oh and that accent! He couldn't help but laugh a little upon listening to this man's voice. He simply flashed a toothy grin and shrugged. \"I dunno, figured to ask. But can you really blame me for looking? I mean, it's not every day I come across a noble, let alone a handsome one at that.\" His tone was flirtatious, overly-friendly and even a bit malice. His accent was thick and upon hearing it, sometimes you'd need to have a few more takes of what he had just said. He could sense the glare that was about to come his way but he couldn't have cared. It wasn't as if he was being rude—he was only being honest. An honest thief he was! \"Is it so wrong of me to ask for your name?\" He moved somewhat forward as if to get a better look at the man, and golly! He couldn't stop staring at what pretty amulets he had! Now those were real! If only those pretty clothes and jeweled amulets could make him a little less uptight.. A smile couldn't kill him. Sheesh, he must've grown up as a soldier or something, he seemed very tense. It obviously wasn't him that was making the man so uncomfortable! Well... *Maybe* He was being a *Tad bit* Forward... But has this man never heard of compliments before? It wasn't as if he called him a horker! \"A smile wouldn't kill ya, you know?\" He snickered, finally meeting the man's eyes, oh and how pretty those eyes were as well! The man was a bit more uptight than he would have liked but he definitely wasn't complaining about the attention he was receiving."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He focused his amber gaze on the fireplace, the embers reflecting in his eyes. 'sera'? He mulled it over in his mind, 'sera'? He had only just registered the strange word Dava had called him, a nickname? Ally simply decided to just shake the thought, whatever it meant it surely wasn't good and there was no use trying to decipher it. \n\nAnyways Dava was right, Ally snapped his vexatious glare back to him, surprise glinting in the edges of his eyes. He hadn't picked up everything he'd just said - but he did pick up 'handsome', he knew that for sure. Perhaps it was just him being overly suspicious but Dava was starting to come off as too friendly to say the least. That coupled with his odd question. **\"Oh, aren't I just lucky. If it will get you to shut up my name's, uh, just *Elly*\"** He straightened up, leaning back against the chair, his narrow gaze locked on Dava's now, **\"I wouldn't be in such a bad mood if you hadn't been such a disruptive, idiot earlier. My poor, precious nap got interrupted because of all the *Noise* You were meking.\"** He huffed, scrunching his nose and glancing over at the unconscious body. He was still trying to get the stench out of his nose, but Dava being right next to him *Reeked* Of blood, even if he tried to wipe it off beforehand he could still smell it. Perhaps it was just Ally's superior senses tickling him again, *But he hated it*. **\"Now that I've given up my name, what's the name of the person who I so *Greciously* Enjoy the company of?\"**"
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{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "\"Elly..?\" He muttered the name a few times but it still sounded wrong to him. \"Do you mean *Ally?\"* He cocked his head to the side in puzzlement. The man pronounced his a's oddly. Was he a foreigner as well? Dava couldn't really say much either, he supposed his accent must've sounded odd to him too. Moving on, had he just been called an *Idiot?* \"I wasn't being an *Idiot,* I was only teaching that asshole a lesson! If you heard how he humiliated me, you would've been mad too if it was you he was slandering!\" He retorted, a snarl replacing his once smug grin. Okay, realistically, *Maybe he overreacted?* But it still was a deserved beating to that guy! His father would've killed anyone who even *Glanced* At him wrong! Consider that guy fortunate he didn't gut him! He lowered his head as he continued to think of Dunmer's words. It wasn't his fault he was born into the wrong family. And it wasn't his fault he still had to bear the armour! He scoffed, as least he wasn't wearing his armour now, lest the handsome man recognized the Camonna Tong uniform. \"Well I *Sincerely* Apologize for interrupting your beauty sleep, my sedura. I'll be sure to remember how important your precious naps are when someone tries to harass and humiliate me.\" He cackled, sarcasm dripping from each word. He glanced to his twisted wrist and reached for a roll of bandages he had in his pocket. \"Hm.. My name.. Well, what's the fun in telling you my name?\" He met Ally's icy glare and dared to smirk. Besides, what thief hands out their name all willy-nilly? Though, he'd be interested in hearing the stranger say his name in that addicting accent of his. Dava began to snicker mischievously as his imagination tended to wander."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "**\"Didn't I just say that? *Elly*? Yeah, exactly, Elly.\"** Ally rested his elbow on the table and leaned over, rubbing the corner of his brow as though he was thinking - and boy he was - before he set his glass down with a little 'clink'. He was making his name sound weird! He was definitely a foreigner with that accent - not a dunmer born in Skyrim for sure. But that accent was starting to make Ally's head hurt the more he focused on it. He rolled his eyes and huffed in exasperation, I guess she had struck a nerve with how suddenly Dava's smugness melted into anger. **\"Put it as you want; I still find it annoying. Et least I don't go eround announcing my fights for the whole world to hear.\"** He grumbled, patting his cloak to see if it had dried enough. As soon as it was he needed to head out, the sooner he reached his destination the sooner he could book it back down to Whiterun and maybe find somewhere to peacefully nap. Obviously he wasn't going to be able to with him blabbering away and to nap in this cold was unimaginable. He half-heartedly continued speaking, shuffling the cloak around to the still-damp parts could dry, **\"But boy, I guess you sure did teach him a lesson. Poor lad still hasn't woken up from his nap. *But at least he'll have gotten some sleep.*\"** \n\nHe shot Dava a sideways glare - if he only realized how important it was that he DID get his beauty sleep. **\"It doesn't metter, I'm not going to be around for your next big fight enyways so you won't have to worry about interrupting me. As soon as my cloaks warm, I'm leaving.\"** Ally gave Dava a sideways glance when he heard him snicker, his brows lowering slightly in concern and his eyes blazing in icy agitation when he smirked back at him. Perhaps he should be more careful with what he says, *Because who refused to tell someone their name and then snicker afterwards?* It was starting to become evident from his look that he was became suspicious after that."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "\"No, you're saying it wrong— it's Ally. It's your own name, how do you pronounce it wrong? It's with an A.\" He narrowed his eyes in confusion at Ally—what an odd name for an elf? Whatever, that wasn't relevant now. Dava rolled his eyes the more the man went on, criticizing him. Didn't he have anything better to do than complain? Nobles had all the riches and nice clothes in the world but you'd be under the impression they'd have good enough manners to shut up with the excessive complaining. He loved hearing him talk but not when he complained so much! \"Oi, you complain a lot, sedura. You could use a drink if you're *This* Uptight over a little mishap and a few wrongly chosen words.\" He gave Ally a skeptical expression, a smug grin appearing on his lips yet again. His ears perked up with an idea as he leaned forward, clutching onto a roll of bandages. \"Say, how about a drink? You look as if you could use one, so how about I buy, eh Sedura?\" Davaras bit back the urge to do his mischievous giggle as this was the ticket to this man's trust! No one turns down a free drink! They'd be crazy not to! And a drink could turn into several drinks—and wouldn't you know it, you'd have a careless, drunk that wouldn't be the wiser when you choose to swindle him for his riches! \"So whaddya say? I'll buy~?\" He suggested with that sickening, sultry, suggestive tone of his. Boy, did he love those priceless glares. Ally could've simply ignored him but it's obvious the man's pride wouldn't let him from walking away nor choosing to ignore him. He'd be victorious even if Ally turned away from him! It was all a pride thing—a game even! And golly, did Davaras love playing games! Getting on his nerves was worth the looks and the petty, rude comments—it was fun teasing him."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally glared icily at Dava, his lip curling and teeth gritting. How much he wanted to snap at him, was he really going to argue with how his name was pronounced? For some reason that rubbed him the wrong way, and he let out a sharp, irritated growl. **\"How do you know thet? It's my name. I'm saying it the *Exact* Wey it's meant to be said. With an A. E-L-L-Y.\"** He grumbled, crossing his arms. Why was he so persistent he was right? A smile crossed his face - one of pure exasperation like he was about to lose it. **\"Don't lecture me on how to pronounce things with that *Eccent* Of yours. Why don't we just get your name out and I'll start telling you how to pronounce *Thet*.\"** He snapped his head away from Dava, refusing to acknowledge him for a second before once more returning to his stoic attitude. Why should he care if Dava pronounced his name wrong? It was just the *Arguing* That was setting Ally off. He sighed, letting out a quick, sharp breath to calm himself down but it didn't little to ease his racing heart. \n\nDidn't Dava have something better to do then bother him? He was frustrated now if he wasn't before just from the simple action of Dava trying to tell him how to pronounce his *Own* Name, he could forget about the snarky comments and smirks, and hey, even the handsome could be forgiven. He groaned, rolling his eyes and rubbing his forehead. **\"Eh drink?\"** He inquired - oh, he knew better then to accept something from a stranger like this. He curled his lip at Dava's tone, something just seemed off.\n\nAnd perhaps Ally was stubborn, yes, and an alcoholic (Dava didn't need to know that *Yet*) - he knew better. The signs were there - and he'd be a liar if he said he hadn't gotten caught in this trick once or twice - first, not telling him his name, the strange questions, smug and friendly attitude? I mean he'd just watched this man beat someone up, *...Or was he just becoming over paranoid?* A drink... Did sound nice. This little wine cup was almost empty too, and he needed something to deal with this head ache Dava was giving him. **\"Uptight? I'm merely stating my opinion; you're the one having all the fuss.\"** He mumbled, focusing his gaze on Dava. He briefly looked down at the roll of bandages as Dava leaned forward, before locking his gaze on Dava's. *Something has to be up - but...* **\"Fine, if you want to buy a drink go ahead but don't expect me to throw any money in.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Dava rolled his eyes, by Vivec, he was adamant.. \"At least my accent makes sense. Yours doesn't make sense to me—I haven't heard anyone with an accent like yours!\" He leaned back in his chair, shifting his attention towards his twisted wrist. It was bruised, twisted, swollen—was it broken?..It was probably fine. Nothing bandages can't fine-tune. He wrapped his wrist with some spare bandages he had on hand and after a moment, glanced up to Ally. \"You're still wrong. And if that's how you pronounce your own name, I'd hate to imagine you pronouncing mine.\" He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Ally—that definitely had an A in it. Was it childish to argue over whether or not pronunciation of his name was correct? Maybe, but was it worth it? Oh, most definitely. \"Oh and you said *Accent* Wrong. Thought I'd be so kind and correct you. For future reference, of course.\" He closed his eyes after he replied so smoothly, he was content with himself. After all, he couldn't aggravate Ally too much now, he did promise him a drink. Can't have him walking off with all that jewelry either.. His gaze lingered once again on the set of amulets Ally was dawning. Focus! He snapped his eyes towards the nearest employee. He whistled to a woman who happened to be sweeping nearby, and all he requested was alto-wine—the thought of asking Ally for what he wanted didn't cross his mind. A drink was a drink, he could suck it up. He finished wrapping his wrist up in the pathetic excuse for bandages. It was a sloppy job, but it'll do. Davaras groaned immediately once Ally brought up how *He* Was the one creating a fuss! \"Oh yes, because I'm the fancy, prissy noble who can't do anything but complain! Forgive me, Sedura, I completely mistook your excessive *Opinions* As complaining.\" He glanced back to the woman who was approaching them with the wine bottle in hand. He thanked her, giving her the bloodied coin purse of the Dunmer he'd beaten to a pulp previously. \"Here's your drink.\""
},
{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally squinted, curling his lip and rolling his eyes; his brain was going to malfunction and it was slowly dawning on him that there was *No point*. To him, his accent made perfect sense, his father sounded just like him. 'Elly, 'ere er you?' 'Elly, get off your ess', 'Elly this' 'Elly thet', his father's accent was even more dramatic then his - A's were almost completely cut out, for some reason. He assumed it was just the breton's accent, their own special way of speaking tamraleic ~~i know I butchered that~~ or maybe it was just his father. **\"Have you ever spoken to e Breton? My father has the same eccent, *It makes perfect sense.*\"** He huffed, his ears swivelling flat-back against the sides of his head in annoyance. He sure was a strange little Breton, in his appearance and accent. Ally grit his teeth, now Dava was correcting the way he said other things! This man was *Annoying*. **\"Et least people can distinguish whet I'm saying; listening to you is giving me a head ache.\"** He shot back, his eyes cautiously drifting over to watch Dava. A spark of interest glittered in his eyes when he saw the pitiful bandages, his gaze immediately turning towards Dava's wrist. Was he going to heal it right here? He was still grumpy, but fell silent for a moment to watch Dava.\n**\n**\n\nIn an instant, he'd almost forgotten about their previous argument as he watched in *Pure horror* At whatever the f"
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{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "\"I don't even know what you're complaining about now! And my wrist is fine! It's just a little...\" He tapped his wrist and winced, his ears lowering downwards as the pain intensified within his wrist. \"It's... Fine. Just a little... Sprained?\" He sounded uncertain but he shot Ally an uneasy stare and questioned; \"Wait, what do you mean you can *Smell* It? And you better down that drink before I force you to fucking drink it myself.\" His previous confusion subsided as his ears lowered with further displeasure when Ally opted to deny the drink. Heck no was he about to refuse a drink he had already paid for! \"Has it occurred to you that some people don't know how to use magic to heal wounds? Cut me some slack, I'm doing my best. Besides it's not... That *Serious?\"* He glanced back the poorly bandaged wrist of his. At least he could still write poetry with his other hand, thank Vivec he was ambidextrous. He sighed, and puffed his lower lip out in a slight, childish pout. \"Come on, I bought you a drink, because let's face it; *You need one.* The least you could do is drink it. And my wrist is all peachy keen, so you can stop worrying your high-and-mighty behind about it.\""
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "*It's just a little?* Just a little what? He crossed his arms and grit his teeth - he was an idiot. What was the logic behind this? All other past conflict was washed away - could he really just sit here and watch Dava do this to himself? If he was stupid enough to say his wrist was fine then maybe he deserved it. Suddenly he felt his frustration peak - oh, he was going to shove the bottle down his throat now, then? He gave Dava a stone-cold look. **\"It looks broken to me.\"** He grumpily snapped, **\"It should hurt if it was sprained but the way it's twisted it looks much more serious then a sprain. Plus, it smells like it might be infected or something. You should at least wash it out. You don't know what diseases that other person's blood - who you so graciously beat into a pulp - could contain, plus we're in an inn. It just takes some basic knowledge to understand that.\"** He snorted, pointing to the wrist. His eyes narrowed, glittering with ice before he stood up and grabbed his cloak with one hand and then took the little cup of wine he had and swallowed the rest of that. **\"You don't need magic to practice basic medical skills. Anyways, perhaps I should just leave. Being threatened to drink isn't the particular mood unto which I like to drink with people; so I hope you enjoy drinking elone.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Was he seriously about to leave? Over a stupid, sprained injury that wasn't even his own? Did it even matter if it was broken? He rolled his eyes through Ally's boring, *I-know-better-than-you lecture.* Did it really even matter if it was broken—he could always wait it out and it'll fix on its own right? But goddammit it, Ally was about to walk out and over such a silly, and pointless injury? Davaras stood up hastily and called out; \"Wait! Wait, wait, wait, don't you think you're being a little harsh?\" He asked with a small hint of desperation in his voice. A small nervous laugh escaped his throat as he watched Ally grab his cloak and then his drink. \"You can't be serious! I wasn't even threatening you! A threat is not a promise and if I'm gonna do something, I'm at least gonna make it a promise!\" He threw his arms out dramatically, rolling his eyes. Having to explain himself made it all the more frustrating. Why was he so high maintenance? He spent the rest of his money on a drink! For him! That was entirely unfair! With an annoyed sigh and a gentle placement of his hand on his hip, he bit back a scowl. \"Can you *At least* Pay for the drink *I bought* You?\" He hated paying for things. It was so utterly pointless and it pained him that entire time to pay with *His* Money ~~and not that stupid Dunmer's~~ for a drink that this handsome stranger wouldn't even accept!"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally pulled the cloak around him; his mood could've almost immediately changed once he felt the warm furry fibers brush against his skin. His night could've been so perfect, a nice... Relaxing night. Then this buffoon had to ruin it! It wasn't exactly just how horrifying Dava's treatment methods, but more his unease at his actions - *And the way he threatened to shove the drink down his mouth.* It couldn't be right. Something was off. And he didn't feel like dealing with this annoyance anymore. Ally's glare burned into Dava's and he frowned, why was he so desperate? Why did he want him to drink so bad? His mind started racing but he remained collected, just giving Dava the same stoic look. **\"Well, then, do you want to promise anything to me before I leave?\"** He muttered under his breath, waving his hand passively at Dava. **\"Fine, I guess its only fair I pay you back for the drink. Here.\"**\n\nHe took out of his pocket a single gold coin and flicked it at Dava, rolling his eyes before swivelling his body and marching out of the inn into the cold storm."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He trudged through the snow quietly, following the heavy indents of wagon wheel tracks in the snow. It took him nearly an hour to put all of his armour back on and track down this rude, prissy, snobby, stuck-up, no good—*No. He will not get upset.* The guy is cautious, he'll give him that. So what if he wasted all his money on a drink that ended up being left behind? And so what if he had to argue back and forth with an uptight, handsome jerk over the dumbest of things because he couldn't stop complaining? So what he flicked him *One, singular septim* For the drink *He* Had *Bought?* So what? He wasn't upset about it... *Of course not.* \n\nDava huffed through his worn scarf that wrapped around his mouth, he was freezing! He kept his eyes focused on the back end of the wagon, surely he was going to stop eventually right? And if not, Dava could easily ambush the wagon. Well... That would be a sloppy job.. He shook his head—focus! He was going to wait until that handsome jerk focuses his attention elsewhere and that's when he'd steal what pretty valuables he had! And for all the boring lectures, snide comments, and disrespect, all the pretty jewels and jewelry he must've had would be worth it!"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "The weather had eased up, and though Ally was chilly he could survive this weather. The moon glittered in the sky above him, making his hair and eyes glow silver. He could see his breath streaming out in a steady stream, rubbing his hands together gently to keep them warm. He once again walked alongside the black horse instead of sitting in the wagon, holding her reigns in his dainty hand as he guided her through the nighttime snowy landscape. Every so often he had to push the wheels of the wagon out of some snow but travel was going smoother now that the storm had eased up. He'd made pretty good distance from the inn - away from that creep - but he still felt like he was being watched and mocked. He'd glanced behind himself every so often, drinking in the scents of the forest but the wind washed away any trace of Dava for him to detect. Sometimes he thought he heard noises, and jumped in alarm whenever Blitz let out a cry of alarm for it to be nothing. \n\nUsually he wouldn't be so worried but attacks seemed more frequent lately and he was still uneasy about the events from earlier. He tried his best to forget, taking a frozen mouse in the back of the wagon and slowly heating it up with his hand as he walked. Eventually taking out a knife and cutting it into small pieces before tossing them to Blitz - anything to keep the poor bird from screeching. He felt guilty now dragging Blitz and Vigilance up to the north, and if Dava ever got close enough he'd probably be able to hear him murmuring soft apologies. \n\nAt some point his stomach growled and the cold was starting to bite at him. He brought the wagon to a halt on the edge of the road before hopping in and scuffling through his stuff. That soup was hardly enough to stave off his hunger and he didn't have any food at the moment apart from horse feed and a few frozen rats.\n\nHe looked around the snowy landscape, pricking his ears at the sound of a stream not too far away. That was the perfect environment for snowberries and other wintery plant to grow, maybe he could find something there. \n\nConsumed by hunger he tied the wagon to a nearby tree before darting down the small ravine and disappearing into the forestry towards the stream to see what he could scavenge. His hands were too cold to work a bow right now, and he didn't want to transform and hunt."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Ducking behind a tree, he took a moment to wait there. For some reason the wagon was at a stop and it seemed that he was heading towards the direction of the woods. But why? Davaras shook his head frantically, dismissing whatever the reason could be as he cautiously headed towards the back of the wagon. He stopped every now and again to check his surroundings, but no sign of Ally. He carefully opened the back of the wagon, deciding to peek among the various things that was within. He reached for the nearest thing, a satchel and peeked inside, his eyes widened when he pulled out an unfinished necklace. It was silver necklace that clearly was missing a few rubies in the indents of the necklace... He gazed at it for a moment before shrugging and placing it in his own side pocket. He scavenged through the satchel and began to grin when he pulled out several amethysts and sapphires! Oh there was even an emerald, his favourite! His grin only widened when he scrounge throughout another bag and found a golden necklace with various rubies in the certain framing a small silver bird in the dead center. His ears perked up instantly at his discovery and he couldn't help but giggle. Oh how pretty it was! \n\nWhile he was rummaging through Ally's things, he jumped at the sound of a loud screech behind him. He whipped around and saw a little white bird in a silver cage, his panic calmed as he felt relief wash over him. It was just a cute, little bird... He turned back to continue his search but he was met with only scraps of random belongings, clothes and spoiled food and herbs—seriously who kept frozen rats? Dava immediately retracted his hand in disgust, and heard that obnoxious screech again. \"Could you be quiet? It's rude to snitch, ya know.\" He mumbled to the bird, maybe she was just needy for attention."
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"author": "Christian:",
"message": "Come on, just stay quiet and it can be our little secret..\" He reached through the bars of cage to pet the bird but she nipped his finger. \"Ow! What's wrong with you!?"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He skipped down to the river, his eyes glittering with excitement as he followed the scent of some particular berries, ending up tracking down a bush with gleaming red berries just in the edge of the river. He usually didn't like getting so close but he slipped down and leaned over, grabbing on of the branches and dragging the bush to his mouth where he bit down on a cluster of berries. A spectacular wave of wintergreen melted into his tongue and he swallowed the berry chunks. Reaching forward and plucking a few more branches and munching on the berries between picks. He had a branch halfway in his mouth, about to bite down on the bark when he snapped his body towards the distant sounds of screeching. Not just any screech, a familiar screech - *That was Blitz*. He pricked his ears, holding his breath and focusing and when he heard another screech he immediately scrambled up the bank. He wasn't elegant in the snow, but still ran as fast as he could through the forest in alarm, slipping and slowing his pace as he neared the treeline. His panic settled as he approached, slithering behind the wagon between the trees and looking at the ground, holding one of the branches he'd plucked off the bush in his hands like a weapon. As he got closer he could hear the angry whirlwind of wings - and then a voice. His amber eyes flared in anger, his teeth scraping together. He had to hold a growl in, wanting nothing more then to bark at whoever was going through his belongings. He stepped into the path, a good distance from the wagon and Ally's nostrils flared in anger when he looked at the ground to see foot tracks in the snow, bringing his gaze up to look at his wagon to see *Him* Going through it. It took him a moment to recognize the idiot, but he could mistake that look even in that armour. And that voice. He slid his hand behind his back, pulling a knife from it's sheathe all while he glared at Dava, who was seemingly oblivious to his presence for the moment. \n**\n**\n\nBut he didn't attack - no. He had a golden opportunity but he felt confusion clouding his anger. Dava was a threat that could be dealt with, and he had no doubt he'd get his belongings back - b... But was he? He couldn't be? Ally almost burst out laughing when Dava tried to calm Blitz, taking satisfaction when his hand snapped back from the cage and the bird tried desperately to get through the metal bars at him. \n\nHe was silent, but he slowly felt a laugh rumble in his throat, however he fought it back - anger melted away into pure sick amusement as he watched this idiot start fighting with his bird. Perhaps he'd just watch for a while, he had no intentions about letting him get away but this was too amusing to stop."
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{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "\"N'chow! Can you shut up?!\" (Damn!) He raised his voice louder than he had hoped to but the bird just kept screeching! Davaras hurried to grab the gross bag filled with all sorts of food and he pulled out a dead rat. He turned his head in disgust but he offered it to Blitz through the bars of the cage. \"Here! Take it and shut up already!\" But that only seemed to anger the bird as she began to frantically flap her wings and screech *Louder* Than she had managed to before. \"I'm trying to be nice!! What do you want?! Can't you just shut up!?\" He grasped onto the bars of the cage and *Began to shake it frantically.* \"Can't you be quiet, you stupid bird?!\" He shushed the bird while she kept screeching, but while he shook the cage, the door of the cage opened by the excessive amount of movement. Blitz flew out and began to nip at Davaras ear, almost circling him in the air as she continued to nip and bite him. He immediately covered his head but tried shooing her away with his hands. \"Not the ears! Not the ears! Get away from me!\" He continued to swat at her and *Finally,* He manged to grab onto her and pull her down. He didn't crush her but he quickly jammed her back into the cage, slamming the tiny door behind her. \"You're so evil! What's wrong with you?!\" He shouted at the bird, his eyes widened with shock and bewilderment as he waved his arms at the bird. \"How would you feel if I screeched at you, huh?!\" The bird only screeched in response and Davaras absolutely lost it. He grabbed the nearest cloth he could find and draped it over the cage. \"How's that?! Put a sock in it, you little rat!\" \n\nAfter catching his breath, he glanced over to his surprisingly bloodied hand, ouch... His ears were nipped and he could've sworn she scratched him with her little claws. \"What a little daedra..\" He muttered, he ignored her continous screeching as he quickly found a small parchment paper and a quill. \"Can you be quiet?! I'm clearly trying to write something!!\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "As the scene progressed he did nothing apart from tensing every once in awhile - ready to swoop in to save Blitz if this *Menace* Of a man actually hurt her. A slight tickle of amusement turned into a painful amusement as the scene progressed; he of all people knew Blitz wouldn't back down - heck, sometimes she got just as pissy at him sometimes. However he couldn't disguise his pleasure when the bird broke free and began to attack Dava, a wolfish grin filled with a sick amusement on his face as he watched the large, white flacon berate the much larger man. It almost made his heart swell - *Such a loyal friend* - at least he had someone to defend his things. He was able to hold his painful laughter in all till the end when Blitz was forced back into her cage - and when the bird saw him her screeches became louder. It was hilarious, whenever Dava snapped at her his amusement only grew.\n\nEventually, when Dava had hunkered down to write his little note Ally couldn't contain his laughter anymore. A low rumble escaped his mouth that quickly turned into a laughing fit, his voice filled with sickening amusement. He couldn't even look at Dava - with all the cuts on his face. It took him a while before he was able to speak, laughing so hard it hurt as he replayed the scene in his head.\n\n**\"I must admit, you've given me quite a show tonight. I honestly should just let you take whatever you took, it's pitiful that you lost to Blitz, *Idiot*.\"** His voice quickly turned from laughter into a sneer, his eyes blazing with aggression. Now that whatever... *That* Was done, he was going to force Dava to give him his things back or kill him. Either way worked, but he was confident this mewling, worm-eating elf could do nothing against him - not after that show of talent. He didn't know who Dava thought he was - but he deserved to be attacked by the bird. **\"I'll give you two options: put the items back in the cart and leave, or I'm going to let Blitz out after you again.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Ignoring the bird's *Terrible screeches,* He quickly jotted a little *Love* Letter if you will. He took a moment to admire it as he held back every urge within himself to shake that bird cage! He signed his name at the bottle of the letter and admired his cursive hand-writing. \n\n*Thanks for leaving your jewelry unguarded for me! Might wanna deal with that fussy bird ya got, but a shame I won't be back to see you one last time—Anyways toodles! ~Davaras~*\n\nAs he went to place the letter neatly onto the empty remains of Ally's satchels and various bags, he jumped, hearing the loud roar of laughter behind him. He whipped around and saw Ally hunched over, laughing his heart out. Davaras' ears shot straight down at the sound—*Why did his laugh scare him more than anything?* His laughter was deep and so.. So sadistic! It made Davaras shiver at the sound but he stood his ground, narrowing his eyes at Ally. He refused to say anything, but he pulled up his scarf further around his face. \"I didn't lose to your stupid bird! She's the one in the cage, not me!\" He scoffed, carefully stepping away from the wagon, slowly backing up away from Ally. \"Look, we got off on the wrong foot tonight... We could've been buddies, pals, associates, comrades, companions—whatever! But how about... You just feed your daedric bird... And I leave with all these shiny things?\" He attempted to smile, ~~not that Ally could see the smile from below his eyes~~ as he continued to back up. \"Sounds like a pretty good deal to me, huh?\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally growled, his gaze locking on Dava's as he took a step towards the wagon. He glanced towards the open back trying to get a look at what had been taking but he only saw a few bags rummaged through - there were little things that he minded Dava taking to be honest - *And only one of those things would be priceless to lose, but it was the thing that would attract the most thieves.* He briefly fell silent, amber gaze darkly moving up and down Dava's body, flitting between the bird cage, the wagon, and him. He slowly approached, his hand still on the hilt of a short little dagger, but he was ready to reach for his sword. **\"We could make arrangements to put you in a cage, *Thief*.\"** He snapped, his face muscles tensing and ears flattening. Comrades? Partners? Why would he want to associate himself with a thief? An annoying one at that? His gaze was just about as icy as their surroundings, his hand tense and ready for his weapon. Was he really worth the trouble? Ally was angry his things had been touched but he could manage if they went missing. He didn't really need them - and he assumed Dava didn't need them but if he did because Ally didn't pay for the drink - he spat, approaching the side of the wagon and placing his hand on the Blitz's cage, briefly glancing down at the note left. *There was one thing that stopped him from letting Dava go, just one thing he suspected he might have.* **\"It doesn't matter, I don't associate myself with thieves. Anyways I think you've suffered enough today, so just set the things back in the wagon - *Now*. Take a gem if you really want to be that petty over a drink, but I will have everything else back.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He glanced at the slight glimpse of the jewels and unfinished jewelry and the prettiest of all, that shiny, golden ruby necklace. His ears remained down as his gaze went between Ally and his side satchel. \"...All of it..?\" He weakly questioned. His gaze fell upon Ally's hand that was placed on the hilt of his dagger. He continued to back up faster now, as he continued to face Ally. \"Do you really need all these sapphires and rubies? What's a couple of unfinished jewelry to you anyways?\" He let out a nervous chuckle as he held up his hands defensively. \"Please...? I asked nicely..\" He nearly stumbled backwards but he quickly scurried to get further away from Ally. \"What's all this stuff to you anyways?! You already got your bird, your fancy clothes, this wagon—what more could you possibly need?!\" He shouted back, he didn't want to fight but his gaze remained on Ally's weapon. He glanced behind him, all he could do is take off and he'd have a head start—but was he really going to risk the chance of running off? He kept glancing between Ally and behind him, deciding if he should make a run for it or stand his ground here. Fleeing didn't sound so bad..."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He was getting fed up with this, *Yes he meant all of it!* He'd just said that! His grip tightened and he had to force himself to not just throw the dagger and pummel this thief. His teeth grit and he felt a soft of... Panic well up in his throat - he wasn't going to let Dava get the better of him. Even though he was larger - after that bird attack and this stupid behavior Ally failed to believe he could defend himself. Just another thief. He slammed his hand against the side of the wagon just to filter out some of his anger before sighing, **\"Unlike you I worked hard to get those gems. I wouldn't have them if I didn't need them. And yes, *I said all of it.*\"** He snapped, his voice cold and flushed with anger. Those peices of jewelry could mean a warm room for a night or food for the horse - the more he thought, the more he realized just how much he might actually need those things. Ally was exasperated, letting out a sigh of disbelief. **\"Listen here you little shit, I said return *My* Items. *And don't even think about running because one way or another I'll catch you.*\"**\n\nHis anger rose like waves, threatening to spill over. He was trying to be calm but he couldn't. He did need those things. *He needed one of the things Dava had taken at least, he wouldn't be able to live with himself without it.*"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras flinched when Ally slammed his hand against the wagon. His hand on his side satchel tensed, and his heart rate picked up. His gaze remained on the ground but it immediately snapped at Ally once the words; *'unlike you,'* Left his mouth. That phrase repeated over and over in his head as he gritted his teeth angrily. Who was he to say that?! Davaras worked hard! Everything in his life wasn't handed to him on some silver platter; he had to break an arm for nearly everything—just so he could *Survive!* Ally didn't even know his name—who was he to make those assumptions?! Maybe that was hypocritical coming from Davaras but his glare only intensified as he felt his blood boil. \n\n He closed his eyes tightly. He should calm down... No point in getting upset over a few little words. Davaras ceased in his tracks, grazing his hand over his side satchel. He felt all the jewels and jewelry within... Was he really about to give it all up...? He could've easily ran then and there but... What if...? \n\n He mutely stared at his side satchel and his gaze faltered. After a heavy moment of silence and no movement, he unbuckled the side satchel and tossed it to Ally. \"There. Take it.\" He muttered coldly as he finally met Ally's eyes. His jaw was clenched with anger, agitation, and even hurt. \"Can I leave now?\" His tone was harsh and tense, nothing like how it had been before. \"You got your stupid, precious jewels and everything—open it if you don't believe me!\" He gestured to the satchel he had tossed to Ally. His eyes kept darting to the woods, any direction if it meant it would get him far from there. It wouldn't be long before he noticed.."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally closed his amber eyes, drinking in the bitter winter air. He tried to calm down - he really did - he took a deep breath but only felt desperation claw at him, which turned into his outwords irate look and temper. So he had been followed, he was stupid for not realizing it sooner, all the signs had been there. And now he was stuck in this situation with a complete *Moron* Practically begging for his own items! He shook the hand that he had bashed against the wagon, a sting of pain running from his fist up to his elbow. He immediately regretted doing it - but I think the dull pain afterwards fueled his anger more then calmed it. \n\nHe opened his eyes once more, his glare dripping with venom as he looked over the thief. He could feel the tension crack through the air after he said: \"Unlike you\" But he couldn't care less. Ally narrowed his gaze, his red hair swaying gently in the crisp breeze; the two clumps of white of his hair drifting over his face in little wisps but he didn't bother to blow them out of his face. He didn't say anything as the satchel was tossed at him, taking his hand off the hilt of the dagger and holding it out, barely catching the bag by its strings, looking down at it in irritation as he gripped it in one hand. *Was this everything?* He frowned - glancing from the bag to Dava before making an annoyed huff. *That just made him sound guilty; like something was missing* - and Ally just had the slightest feeling not everything was being turned back in. He wouldn't put it past this idiot. He said nothing and fell silent, his movements stiff as he turned his back to Dava and marched to the bag of the wagon, dumping everything out and briefly flitting through it. \n**\n**\n\nIn truth it didn't matter what gems Dava would've taken - Ally didn't remember the exact amount of precious materials he had but already assumed it was low. As long as he was sure that he thought he had all his things, nothing else seemed to be searched through other then the gem bag. He prodded the gems back into their place in his wagon, squinting his eyes as he noticed the absence of something - his gaze searched for a particular precious thing: his daughter's necklace. You couldn't mistake it for anything else - and there was no way he'd forget it - with its glittering metal and ruby bird embedded into the center of it. At least that's what he remembered. He hadn't taken it out in forever, it had been buried for months after a particularly bad bout of guilt. His eyes narrowed in bitterness and he suspiciously looked back up at Dava every once and a while as he continued to dig through the gems - *Just to make sure he was really missing it.*"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras unmovingly stood there, watching silently as Ally rummaged through the satchel. It was everything. The sapphires, rubies, even that pretty emerald which he so desperately wanted to keep! All the unfinished jewelry was returned in that satchel too! The unfinished necklaces, he even returned a small silver ring he had found! That was everything... Except... \n\nA smirk creeped upon his lips as he began to gradually back away from the wagon, his feet picking up the pace as he retreated backwards. Ally's back was to him as he searched the satchel carefully—can't blame him for being cautious... Too bad he trusted the fool to give him *Everything* Back. He would only cease his movements and smile under his worn, red scarf of his when Ally would snap his attention towards Dava. The glare would only last mere few seconds before he'd return his focus back on Davaras' satchel. What was so precious to him anyways? Whatever, it wasn't important now, he had gotten everything returned back to him or at least... *Everything but one. Precious. Thing.*\n\nDavaras backed up until he was reasonable distance from the wagon and that homicidal maniac. He felt the freezing metal of the necklace sting within the palm of his hand but he clutched onto it tightly as he waited for the last glare he was about to receive. He slowly lowered his scarf from his face as his malice grin widened. How the anticipation was killing him! He could've start cowering away by now—taking off with a head start if that fool was to give chase! *But...*\n\n*Where's the fun in that..?*\n\nAs Davaras kept his eyes locked on Ally's back, he whistled quick and sharp, holding up the golden necklace by the chain, letting the ruby bird centerpiece dangle side to side. He began to let out his mischievous snicker. Oh how fun this was going to be! And while he slowly watched Ally's attention return once more to him, he remarked in a bittersweet tone; *\"Missing something, sedura?\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally's hands were cold, using his bandaged fingers to push the gems back into the satchel after looking over them one more time. He felt his heart skip a beat - on the outside he showed bitterness, still meticulously pawing through the gems just one more time to see if he had missed the necklace - but when he noticed his precious Filomena's necklace was nowhere to be found and double checked the satchel he had left in it he felt like a knife had suddenly - forcefully - been driven into his chest. He frowned, his hands falling still as he spaced out, his eyes flitting with worry instead of anger - panic consuming him. No, no, he couldn't have let that thief get ahold of that necklace! He was so foolish. Dava could be gone by now - and even though it wouldn't take him long to track him down it still sickened him that he'd let the necklace slip out of his hands. He glanced at the gems he'd bitterly argued over a few moments ago - they were suddenly worthless in his eyes compared to what he just lost - pathetically shining in the shadows of the satchel. Why did he have to stop and laugh - why did he just *Watch* Instead of taking action immediately - he should've driven a knife into Dava's back while he was distracted with his little *Writing*. \n\nAlly's ears pinned back as Dava's sharp whistle split him from his thoughts and brought him back to the real world; his icy, infuriated glare snapping to his enemy. He only needed to hear Dava's snide comment to realize what he had in his hands. Ally's eyes slowly narrowed in fury unto the sight of the stolen necklace - spinning and reflecting the moonlight in the robber's hands who stood there - *Mocking him instead of running*. He held back a waterfall of venom; insults could wait, the only thing that mattered was he got that necklace back. Hah, at least Dava had made this job easy for him!"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Holding the chain up teasingly, his laughter filled the mute forest as he turned on his heel and began to sprint off. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he ran. The trees that surrounded them blurred in his peripheral vision as his gaze remained ahead. \"What... A fool..!\" He breathed out his remark, his voice getting choked up with his heavy panting. He glanced behind himself briefly—nothing but the dark white blur of snow and the numerous trees. His grin only widened as his laughter choked up within his throat. He breathlessly laughed, glancing to the golden chain of the necklace in his palm, his eyes falling upon the ruby bird centerpiece—how breathless it was! His eyes widened in amusement as he continued to gawk at what a valuable possession he held in just the palm of his hand! So what if he lost a lot of potential jewelry and jewels that could've been all his?Now he had something far more valuable! With several more glances behind, he haphazardly jammed the necklace into a separate satchel, his laughter coming out in breathless huffs now.What a fool he was! The pure anger he saw coil up within his eyes was worth every second!From the moment he laid his eyes upon that lone, handsome man, he knew he'd come out successful!Whether that was with a potential love interest or some jewels didn't matter to him now! He still got his hands on something far more valuable than a couple of glittery gems or that homicidal lunatic's attention! The adrenaline that once coursed throughout his veins slowed and gradually stopped, causing the creeping exhaustion to increase although his limbs.Davaras began to head in several different directions, taking various turns to seemingly confuse his pursuer—if he was foolish enough to give chase!It didn't take Davaras long to decipher how sentimental that ruby necklace had to be to Ally. Of course,it was a breathtaking piece of jewelry—but it seemed to hold a great amount of significance to that prude. No matter, it was his now!"
},
{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "His body lurched and his gaze exploded with burning hatred, his fists clenching in anger. *Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.* He didn't know if he was calling Dava an idiot or himself - this situation was so stupid! He paused for a moment, after Dava disappeared, his eyes glittering with disbelief and horror, he dismissed the wagon - he didn't even care if anyone else came to rob him while he was gone - but he couldn't let that thief take that necklace. What would Filomena think if he couldn't even take care of that? He now had a burning hatred for Dava, snapping his teeth down and letting out a growl before darting into the forest after the tracks Dava had left in the snow. He traced the scent of the thief deep into the woods, his ears pricked for any noise. The forest melted into a blur around him as he gave chase, his feet quiet other then the crunch of snow every time he took a step, the dark shadows of the trees blending into the moonlit snow as a sharp pant erupted in his chest and his legs began to ache. \n\nHe didn't care how long it had been or how tired he was, he drank in that thieves scent, now ignoring the foot steps and heading straight in the direction that seemed the strongest - and most promising.\n\nHe felt a surge of energy, picking up his feet and racing as fast as he could into the shadows ahead when he heard the distant, annoying *F"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His feet were aching by now as he forced himself to keep running through the never-ending forest. His breath was heavy and short, his eyes closing every now and again in exhaustion. Where was that creep now?He glanced behind himself,everything was still and silent.Paranoia crept like a chill down his spine,the cold wasn't nipping at his numb skin anymore but an underlying uneasiness was easing slowly.His short,nonchalant glances became longer,worried stares towards the unchanging shadows behind him. He gradually slowed down despite his heart rate picking up but nonetheless,he still forced himself to keep moving at a rather fast pace.He was feeling paranoid,the cold only added to the deadly silence he found himself surrounded by. \n\nAn anxious laugh found its way past his lips as he breathlessly turned around in an uneasy manner,scanning the trees and the silhouettes of various plants.He could only see the indents of his footprints that trailed off behind him in the snow—had he been overthinking this whole situation? There was no way that creep caught up with him!No way he could've followed behind... Right? Davaras swallowed the lump in his throat as he pulled up his warm scarf over his nose for comfort.He was imagining things,overthinking the smallest possibility that he was being hunted down.His ear twitched at the sound of bushes rustling and felt a cool breeze in the air.He nearly jumped at the distant sound of wolves howling. \"N'chow..\"(Damn..)His ears lowered,the only sound that could be heard was his heartbeat rapidly beating within his chest.His breathing was quick,uneven and heavy.Exhaustion was now just a distant feeling as fear began to take over.He stared behind himself, clutching his scarf within his injured hand. Was he hearing things? He began to sprint when he heard a much closer howl of a wolf. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he continued to run. But he suddenly came to a halt when he ran into something-*Someone*-that stood in his path."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister huffed as he unexpectedly felt weight crash into him, Dava's heavy body colliding with his much smaller one; he immediately dropped the knife and reached for Dava's scarf, digging his nails into it and pulling as hard as he could. *He hadn't expected him to just run into him!* He coughed, his head spinning and his body aching but nevertheless he took his other hand and grabbed for Dava's satchel, keeping a strong grip on his scarf. **\"Watch where you going fat a$$\"** He snarled, in a bliss of anger instead prompting to throw himself right at Dava in anger instead of using a weapon.\n\nHe didn't even care at this point if Dava was stronger then him - or if this was reckless; Dava deserved it, and it didn't help that Ally was filled with an almost manic desperation that was filtered out into bloody anger. He just felt uncontrollable rage and an edge he didn't notice before. The necklace needed to be returned, one way or another - and after this he'd hide it better so this never happened again. Ally threw his hand at Dava's face; Filomena wouldn't want him fighting over it, but Dava had left him no choice and was *Infuriating.*\n\nHe managed to drag Dava to the ground in that moment he was stunned, surprisingly strong for his small size. Either way, he knew he was at a disadvantage and immediately regretted throwing the dagger and instead opting for a more physical fight - at least he'd be able to get his anger out."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "All of it happened so fast, Davaras barely had time to register that it was *Him* Who he had so carelessly ran into. He barely got a word out when he tried to dash off but was pulled to the ground. They tumbled to the ground in a struggle and Davaras was pinned down. He gazed up to Ally in shock at how strong he was! He was such a short little man—how was he *This* Strong in pinning someone like *Dava?* Davaras continued to thrash and eventually head-butted Ally in attempt to get his grip to ease up. He regretted his actions as his own head began to throb but he used whatever strength to push Ally beneath him. Hah! Now he was pinned—! \"Why can't you just let me have this *One* Thing?! What's wrong with you?!\" He hissed in Ally's face, narrowing his eyes in a sharp, unforgiving glare. \"I've been nothing but *Nice* And yet you chose to be a huge, selfish, uptight, asshole-prude towards me!\" He grasped Ally's wrist and shoved it down harshly upon the ground. \"Why can't you take the rest of your pretty jewelry and move on?! I already returned most of everything! What's so special about this one, stupid, necklace?!\" His tone was desperate and breathless, as he was using the rest of his energy to pin this maniac down! His arms ached and began to quiver as he held Ally down on the ground. His scarf hung loosely around face and neck as he continued to glare at Ally beneath him."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally snarled, thrashing his arms and legs at Dava, at one point he thought he'd managed to wrap his hand around his bag, his ears pricking at the twinkling sound of a necklace before he pulled and found out it was just Dava's scarf again. His grip noticably weakened and he faltered, letting out a harsh 'oof' as a spike of pain hit his head followed by throbbing that wouldn't go away - perhaps became worse over time. It would taken a large effort to pin him down, just because of the sheer force he used to keep himself up and his thrashing, his nails lashes at every part of Dava's skin that was unprotected - and by the Gods, he would've bitten Dava if his hand got close enough. He was still semi-dazed from getting thumped in the head so didn't respond to Dava, instead kept twisting and fighting him before his wrist was slammed on the ground. He felt melting snow sleeping through his cloak down his back, returning Davas glare with his own icy one. Why did he need to explain why he needed his things to Dava? That necklace, *He needed it*. He wasn't sure if he could live without it! And those gems - ugh! Why should he have to explain himself to a thief? Those things were rightfully his! His wrist quivered as he tried to force his arm up just to be forced down again - he'd made a mistake this time, dammit. He quickly knew he was overpowered and could do nothing but twist, turn, snap, and *Think*. His angry gaze snapped downwards, he needed a weak spot - but his eyes were drawn to the bag that he assumed had the necklace in it. If he could just grab it and get out of this, maybe he could grab his dagger... It laid in the snow a few feet from him, or perhaps he could use magic?\n\nHe'd have trouble working it in this weather but if he could wiggle his wrist out... *Wrist*... *Wrist*... He instantly remembered Dava's wound! Yes! If he could just squirm out. Ally picked up his eyes to give Dava a glare of hatred, his teeth grit so hard he felt like they would shatter. And explosion of words came out of his mouth, venom seeping from them all, **\"What's wrong with me?! Those are my things, dumbass, how would you feel if someone stole what measly riches you had!\"** He spat, slowly trying to worm himself free, **\"What's so special about it?! You're going to ask me that after you take it! What, if I give a *Good* Enough reason are you going to give it back?!\"** His voice rose to a howl, and he relentlessly kept trying to get up, squirming under the larger man's grip. He just needed one opening... If he could free his wrist or get a weapon in his hand. **\"Let me go! I don't want to end up having to hurt a poor sod such as yourself, *But I will.*\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His hand was beginning to shake, his grasp on Ally's wrist was faltering due to the indescribable pain that was intensifying throughout his wrist. Okay... Maybe he should've done more than wrap it with a few lousy bandages... \"You don't know what it's like! To live the way I do! Prissy, stuck-up nobles like you get everything served to you on a silver fucking platter while *'poor sods'* Like me have to steal just to have a fucking meal!\" He let out cold, heartless laugh, meeting Ally's eyes with a hurt, cold gaze. \"What's so special about it then?! Just give it up already! Save yourself the trouble and just go back to your dumb bird!\" He adjusted his side satchel away from Ally's potential reach as he retorted back angrily. The stabbing pain in his wrist was becoming unbearable and his hold was shaky on Ally's own wrist. His eyes followed Ally's sideways glance and his eyes focused in on the dagger. Had he been planning to kill him?! Dava reached over with his free hand for the hilt of the dagger, his body shifting just ever so slightly for the dagger. His hold on Ally's wrist loosened as he reached out, his attention fully on obtaining that dagger."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister's sharp gaze never left Dava's, his eyes furious amber pits of smoldering flames. He couldn't believe he was fighting with such an idiot! Dava was so ungrateful! He had been generous and given him *One-third* Of all his money at the inn and Dava took more! This was a clear explanation of his earlier actions - he just wanted to steal from Ally. He was thankful, but at this realization he felt upset? - but that didn't help him with the situation he was in now. He was straining so much against Dava he didn't have a voice to retort to his epic speech, brushing it off as he was too focused on trying to find an opening. When he saw Dava leaned over he realized he made a crucial mistake by glancing at the dagger, panic erupting in his stomach and with a ridiculous amount of force he took the opportunity of the loose grip to snap his fingers as hard as he could around Dava's wrist and lurching his entire body around, swinging Dava to the side and slamming his shoulder into the ground. He let out a grunt of pain - the weight was crushing! But he wasted no time in scrambling up, throwing himself back onto of Dava, and running his fist as hard as possible across his cheek. He used his foot to kick the dagger away from Dava's hand, ignoring the throbbing head ache that was growing in his temple. *Where was the necklace*, as soon as he could end this he was going to... His body hurt from running, the head ache was growing, and he was breathless and cold... But nevertheless his eyes kept searching for the bag while he pinned Dava down, one hand ready to target his wrist if he felt himself being overpowered again. *Please, he just wanted the necklace. Perhaps he was acting rashly, but this idiot deserved it!*\n\nAlly spotted the bag tucked under Dava's cloak, his eyes sparking with delight - but he didn't let that distract him from the enemy beneath him, and he instead slammed his elbow down hard on Dava's chin in revenge for the head ache - and failing an attempt to knock him unconscious in the process - before trying to just grab the bag. He impulsively snarled back at him. **\"Oh, forgive me! Of course I don't know what its like to be poor, poor you!\"** He spat sarcastically, only knowing how wrong Dava was, **\"It was a gift, but that doesn't matter now!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras felt his breath leave his lips as he felt his throat close up. He gasped as his back was thrown back on the ground, wincing as he got hit in the face. He snapped his head back in Ally's direction, trying to reach for the dagger but his other hand that was being pinned down ached in indescribable pain and he let out a small cry as his teeth clenched in pain. Tears pricked his eyes as he returned the icy glare and he snapped—he began to thrash violently, grasping for a hold of anything—the dagger, any part of Ally, his satchel—anything! Davaras spat in Ally's face, a growl escaping his throat. \"Get your... Fucking... Hands off of me..\" He choked out in a raspy voice, clearly drenched in pain. He managed grasp onto his satchel and struggled to unbuckled it. He head-butted Ally again, groaning in pain as the headache only worsen the second time around. He managed to push Ally's elbow away from his face and using what strength he could muster within his broken hand, he broke free from Ally's grasp. He punched Ally's cheek as hard as he could, crying out in pain as the pain in his broken wrist spiked. Tears stung his eyes, threatening to pour but to heck was he going to cry in front of this prude! He managed to unbuckle his satchel and yanked away from Ally. \"J-Just... Fuck off!\" He reached within the satchel and grasped onto the necklace tightly, using his right leg to almost kick off the ground helping with his attempt to turn on his side away from Ally who was still on top of him."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally grit his teeth, spitting in anger at Dava and used all his strength to try and keep him down, pummeling his fists into Dava's shoulders. His anger didn't subside, it just fluctuated - especially when he saw the tears of pain in Dava's eyes. The red-haired breton's nostrils flared - although he was in pain, his head throbbing and his body aching - it felt like lightning was going through his head and his own arms were starting to tremble with weakness as the struggle continued - *But he wasn't going to show even a glimpse of pain.* For some sickening reason he got satisfaction out of Dava's pain, it seemed worth it even though he knew once his adrenaline had faded he was going to be writhing in aches and pains for the next few days - but in that moment all he could focus on was his hatred for Dava and the need to get that necklace back. There was an underlying guilt, however, but we aren't going into that. \n\nHe snapped his head back but not in time so the hit on his head this time was gentler - but it still hurt. It sent a sparkling pain through his head and dazed him, black dots lining his vision and blood dripping down from the cut on his head into his eye - but it only caused his anger to surge. He lashed his fist right against the side of Dava's head as hard as he could, spitting incoherent insults at him. It didn't help when he realized his grip has loosened after he got hit in the head by a rogue fist.\n\nAt this point the smell of blood welled into his nose, searing his throat and acting as the fuel for his hatred. His beast blood was partly the thing that drove him through the pain - his wolf echoing in the back of his head. *He couldn't let Dava win* And take the necklace, that was impossible no matter how much he whined, cried, or tried to fight Ally! He blindly went to strike Dava again, figuring he'd just try to beat him and when he was unconscious he'd take what he wanted - but he missed his target, skimming Dava's neck when he noticed him pull out the necklace. He was noticably distracted at that, his grip loosening up. His stare at the necklace turned fatal when he felt Dava's body get dragged from beneath him, he snarled - in pain and anger - lashing out his hand and snatching Dava's foot trying to prevent him from getting away."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras felt his ankle being tugged backwards—causing him to trip face-forward, hitting the cold, rough ground. His head snapped in Ally's direction. \"Let! Go! Of! My! Fucking! Leg! You! Stuck-Up! Prude!\" He shouted back, blood trickling from his mouth in droplets. With each word he shouted, his other leg kicked hard and unforgiving on Ally's grasp on his ankle. \"Just give up!\" He felt his body being tugged towards Ally, and panic began to set in. He tried to grasp the ground with his injured hand but the pain spiked, causing Dava to let out a hoarse cry when he tried to grasp for leverage. The necklace was clutched within his hand, being held against his chest as if his life depended on it. His body was turned to face Ally, his back now against the ground as he continued to kick and thrash violently. Everything ached, his neck, his cheek, his head, his hand, even his ankle was beginning to hurt! Blood dripped down his chin and all the scratches left by Ally and Blitz were covered in dirt and smeared blood. His wrist was twisted far more than it had been before with the bandages completely unwrapped. His wrist was bruised an unmistakably purplish-blue that had an unforgivable sharp, stabbing pain that made Dava's eyes continously water. \"Why can't you just.. Give up?! What does this necklace even mean to you?!\""
},
{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He winced at the kicks, his grip only becoming harder. Searing pain ran down his arm through his body and his eyes sparkled in a daze. He felt s tearing feeling in his shoulder and finally let go, his grip loosening as he snapped away to avoid the harsh kicks on his body. But he wasn't giving up just yet - his pain turned to desperation and if you didn't know already, that desperation probably made him wilder. Dava had no right to make him feel like way, he had been peaceful... It was his fault he followed him. For one second his eyes didn't glitter with anger - his eyes were hollow as he looked towards Dava for a moment - he didn't feel bad about his pain, no, he could suck it up - but the poor sparkling necklace that was being held against his chest was worth being upset over. But now it was closer, he could see it - *If he could just pry it away from this thief.* The pain of the fight was slowly but surely starting to filter through his body - the aches becoming worse. **\"Give up?\"** He snarled, his amber eyes moving between the necklace and then back to Dava's face. To give up that necklace was to surrender the last thing he had that reminded him of his daughter! She would have a right to be ashamed of him if he didn't fight for it. He clenched his jaw, searing rage splitting his voice. **\"It's my... *Ugh*, it's just mine you *Halfwit*.\"**\n\nAlthough he suddenly seemed like he was nearing the end of his energy, without warning he lashed his arm at Dava. His rage bubbled like boiling water and over-spilled and he immediately went for Dava's chest where the necklace was being held hostage - almost mocking him. He grabbed Dava's arm and pulled it with as much force as he could to rip it from his chest, holding his breath so he wouldn't breathe in the stench of blood and sweat that resulted from their struggle."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Feeling Ally reach out, grasping the chain of the necklace, his eyes widened in bewilderment. The necklace was being pulled away from his chest, and closer towards Ally. His vision became blurry as the pain in his head throbbed uncontrollably. He leaned his head back in a slight daze, closing his eyes in utter pain. No! He had to focus! Now was not the time to pass out! His vision kept blackening in and out and he couldn't help lolling his throbbing head backwards. With a quick, frantic shake of his head, he snapped his focus back on the struggle. \n\n\"It's rightfully mine now! J-Just get your stupid paws off of it!\" Using his uninjured hand to grasp ruby bird centerpiece, he pulled it carelessly towards him. \"Let go of it already!\" His teeth gritted at the sound of the chain and centerpiece pulling in opposite directions. His heels dug into the snow as he tried to lean back with the necklace in his hand. His ears lowered and his eyes widened in realization at the sound of the chain beginning to snap. \"Let go of it!!\" He harshly yanked the centerpiece towards him and that's when the chain finally snapped. This is all his fault! If only he had let go of the necklace, this wouldn't have happened! Davaras was too stunned to process what had just occurred. His gaze fell onto the centerpiece that was now disconnected from the golden chain that was clutched in Ally's hands. He stared in disbelief, all previous anger subsiding. He couldn't believe this... The necklace was broken!"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "The necklace snapped. This was it! *He gave up!* Allister looked at his hand, swollen and specked with crimson liquid, then looked at Dava crossly watching as his opponent's anger subsided into disbelief. Almost looking as if he was shocked that the necklace just snapped. He looked at Dava with a cold expression, before turning his short inspection onto the broken necklace - the chain snapped in two - broken because they were acting like children. Surprisingly any distress, horror, or anger was overridden with amusement, his eyes gleaming exultively in the moonlight. The necklace! Oh, the necklace! Stress clawed his stomach and he really wanted to bend over and throw up – cry even. How much worse could his day get? First his nap was interrupted, then this creep stalked him, his body hurt in all and every place, and now his daughter's necklace was broken!\n\nAllister was the foolish one for letting this happen! He should've known the necklace would snap, obviously! Perhaps he should've been more careful trying to get it back, but at least now even if this helpless prick somehow managed to escape with the necklace it wouldn't be worth anywhere near as much if he couldn't fix it! You know what, he could have the broken necklace! Because obviously this thief needed it more then him. Otherwise he was going to starve, *Or die*, or really Ally didn't give a f\n\nAlly just looked at Dava with an icy cold glare, his body tensing and before he knew it he had the dagger in his hand and struck the hilt of it as hard as he could against the side of Dava's head, relishing the sickening *Crack*. This was fine!"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Staring at the remnants of the fragmented necklace, he stared in disbelief of the centerpiece in his hand. Had they just broken it...? Of all the things, the *One* Thing he managed to *Almost* Get away with—was broken over such a petty struggle..? Davaras wasn't angry... He didn't even feel the pain that was coursing throughout his body..! He just gawked at the necklace before he felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He slowly lifted his head as his eyes gradually made their way to meet Ally's cold, amber glare. His mouth slightly opened as if to say something... To ask if it really had broken, to question what the necklace had really meant to him if they fought this much over such a small, valuable piece of jewelry.. His eyes kept darting between the fragmented necklace and Ally. It was unnaturally silent. The longer the silence lasted, the colder the air around them suddenly felt. \n\n\"I...\" He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find any words to escape his lips. Nothing seemed to matter now. They fought over a necklace that was bound to snap! He closed his mouth and lowered his head to glance back at the ruby bird that was held in his palms. Glancing back to Ally, he suddenly saw his expression change and his body begin to tense. He nearly backed up but his body froze— his eyes following the cold dagger in Ally's grasp. He raised his hand and before he could react, the hilt came down harshly against his head. His vision blacked out instantly, feeling his back hit the ground roughly. His head lulled back, blood beginning to trickle down where the hilt had bluntly came down upon."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister wiped his nose off, blood smearing onto his black cloak that was messy, cold, and wet after the fight. He didn't register just what he had just done, he just looked at the limp body beneath him, drinking in the sour scent of blood and holding back a cry of pain – from both the physical and mental torment he was experiencing. He looked at Dava, his gaze slowly turning to the necklace in his hands, then back to Dava – by The Nine he hadn't killed him, had he? His teeth sank into his lip and he put the dagger back slowly, clipping it to his belt. His breath was sharp and hoarse, his heart thumping in his chest. He felt a splitting agony running down his entire shoulder from where he had been kicked and don't even mention the head ache, and on top of all this he just felt devastated. The necklace could be easily fixed by his crafty hands but he didn't even take that into consideration - the necklace was broken! He sniffed and rubbed his face, the pure wave of anger he felt before slowly fading into a lapping sadness. Ally huffed before getting onto his knees and tapping Dava's cheek gently, the dolt was still alive – that's for sure. He forced the necklace, obviously not learning anything after it had gotten broken, from Dava's fingers and pulled it close to his chest, his saddened eyes lowering to look it over. Blood was splattered onto it, the metal twisted and bent in some areas from their stupidity, and the metal was cold to touch. Seeing the necklace in such a state made his eyes water with anguish as a disturbing image appeared his head; the necklace had looked like this once before, except he remembered there being more blood on it when he had to peel it from that person's hand. \n**\n**\n\nHe clenched his teeth and bitterly mumbled under his breath, scolding himself for acting so rashly. Now he needed to decide what to do with the unconscious man. He stared at him for a long while, looking over the blood on his face and bruises on his body. He deserved to be beaten but Ally hadn't intended the fight to end up like this. He rolled his eyes and stood up, pulling some rope out of his pocket. He stepped over him and tied his hands together just in case he woke up before using the rest of his strength to drag him over to a tree and sit him up. He looked at him, the way his head tilted to the side and how his back slumped against the tree - although he was still irritated he originally had no intention of just leaving him out here to die. Even for a thief that seemed a little harsh\n\nHe hesitated, before taking the necklace and balancing it on Dava's chest, wrapping the chain around his neck as though it were never broken to begin with. It pained him to just leave the necklace there but he didn't need it, in fact just looking at it anymore tore him up. *Maybe Dava would take better care of it even though his actions were the reason why it was broken! Ugh, can he just... Stop thinking about this!* He already told himself, Dava could have the f\n\nYes. He came to the conclusion the instant he started questioning his own actions. Ally shoved the fabric back in his bag, shooting a hateful glare at Dava before turning and looking into the woods. Now, to track down his footsteps in the snow and get back to the wagon (so he could cry alone)."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "A loud groan escaped his mouth as his eyes slowly opened. He stared up at the blurry, dark haze of leaves that hung among the pine tree that he found his back against. He blinked several times before realization hit him... *N'chow, his head hurt worse than it ever has before...* Blood trickled down the side of his head—his skin was numb but the throb in his head was *Pounding.* He closed his eyes yet again, attempting to move his hand but it was bound. His eyes snapped open as he turned his head to where his hand was—both of his heads were tied and bound as his back was to the tree! Had Ally tied him up when he lost consciousness? Had he knocked him out..? His head throbbed and he let out a soft groan in regret—thinking was painful... With a quick tug and pull, he managed to somewhat loosen the ropes that binded his wrists. He clenched his teeth in agony as he rubbed his broken wrist against the other in attempt to break free from these binds.With a quick snap,the ropes fell to the snow... He almost laughed but a shimmering, glistening reflection caught his eye.He glanced down,his mouth fell agape as he gawked at the chain that was around his neck. Did he seriously leave him—bound and with his most prized possession..? \n\nRubbing his broken wrist,he scoffed.After this *Whole* Struggle,after everything—he had just given up?After pressing on his broken wrist?After hitting him several times in the face?After dragging him back down so they could continue their scuffle?After getting knocked unconsciously? No!He was not about to leave him bound,alone in the middle of this frozen wasteland!Davaras weakly stood up and stumbled forward.A faint silhouette caught his eyes before he narrowed his gaze.What was that..?Wait... That was that prude's wagon!Was he really going to leave?!And without his stupid, broken necklace?! \n\nFollowing the unmoving wagon,he stumbled along the wheel tracks indented within the snow.Without any prior thinking, he hastily hopped within the wagon."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He reached the wagon, following the tracks left behind as he slowly traced them back to the road. His head throbbed and he gripped the gash on the side of his head with his hand, shaking away the pain. He was utterly exhausted and cold, crashing real hard once he reached the wagon and groped for the wooden walls. The throbbing in his head reached its maximum pain and he growled before tearing open the back of the wagon again and shuffling through his stuff. *That idiot!* He grit his teeth and felt tears well in his eyes, threatening to break through. But they weren't really tears of pain, he'd handled more taunting pain then what that *Brat* Had left behind, but he struggled to reason over why he just left the necklace there. He wasn't taking it back no matter what, but the incomprehensible urge to turn tail and run back and swipe it - maybe even smack Dava again for good keeping - was powerful. But he didn't even want to see or picture that necklace! Never in that state! He slammed his fist against the wagon, his ears perking when he heard a glass bottle rattle within it's depths. He lifted himself up, reaching his hands into the pits of the wagon and pulled out a little home-made potion - a healing potion. His eyes immediately sparkles and he un-corked the bottle, tipping his head back and choking the golden liquid down. If course eit was his own home-made potion and actually did little to immediately strengthen him, just the illusion of the comfort was enough to make him feel better. He threw the bottle in the back of the wagon - usually he was diligent in how he organized things but he just wanted to get out of here. He sighed, trying to take his mind off the necklace as he untied Vigilance from her post and climbed in the wagon, pulling Blitz's bird cage out from the back and setting it besides him.\n**\n**\n\nBut as soon as he flicked the reigns, he heard something. His ears pricked and he glared towards the woods, shrinking into himself before snapping the reigns again to get Vigilance to start off at a small trot - but before he could make any distance... *You had to be f\n\n**\"Damn it! Get out of the wagon, haven't you caused enough issues already!\"** He hissed, reaching out his hand and pulling the bird cage closer to him - thankful he hadn't taken off the fabric that had been on it earlier so blitz didn't start her horrible screeching. *Wasn't it enough! He'd left him the necklace! He wanted to be left alone!* His tone wasn't even angry, just surprised — he wasn't sure he could even get angry at this point after upsetting himself over the necklace."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He clutched the necklace within his numb hand, as he waited contently behind Ally. You know, he wasn't such a prude when his mouth wasn't running with so many complaints. Dava sat down in a criss-cross position on the wagon's floor, waiting until he was either noticed or the wagon began to get a move-on. He didn't exactly have a plan but one thing was for sure.. That asshole was going to get his dumb necklace back. His eyes darted to one of the chests beside him, the closest one being to his right. He haphazardly leaned over, his fingers briefly grazing over the chest's padlock. It was frozen to which the only way it could be opened was with brute force. But... His turned his focus to an empty satchel that he must've ransacked previously. As he reached for the satchel instead... He nearly fell backwards when the wagon jerked to a stop. \"Hey!! Watch it!!\" He grimaced, having to regain his balance just to sit up properly. His hands couldn't stop shaking but he grasped the floor of the wagon for leverage to keep himself upright. His head throbbed with every jolt, every movement his body made. Any injuries he had was either frozen or infected by now, not that it mattered since he couldn't feel any of it. The only pain he was in agnoy about was his head as it pounded with every jolt his body made. \"Calm your ass down, I'm only here to return your dumb necklace!\" He held up the golden chain of the necklace, dangling it as he rolled his eyes. \"Just take it.\" He held it forward towards Ally, waving the chain obnoxiously in front of him."
},
{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister snapped his teeth, his eyes glinting with frustration once more. He gave Dava a livid look, seething at how *Comfortable* He made himself look. He wanted to give it back? He was suddenly aware of all the bruises and aches in his body - *All because Dava stole the necklace and now wanted to give it back after he ruined it?* He felt a wave of complete despair well up in his throat and he had to stop himself from just sobbing and screaming, had he just been playing him? Did he know what the necklace meant to him? Was his whole plan just to take it, break it, and then mock him? He felt like he was bursting at the seams, turning his body away from Dava and cowering, covering his ears as he had to stop himself from completely losing his shit. Usually he could handle stress - IN DANGEROUS SITUATIONS: FIGHTING, KILLING, SURVIVING. *But he couldn't handle the stress this man was putting on him, not after he attacked something so sensitive- even though he hadn't realized it.* He absolutely felt torn apart, why couldn't he just have sat there and frozen to death, took the necklace and went on his merry way, why did he have to come back! Ally sat in silence and completely ignored him, before suddenly getting up and hastily climbing into the back of the wagon, stomping over the short rail that sperated the front from back. He didn't care if he felt terrible, pain coursing through his body- he was ready to start another fight- **\"Haven't you been insulting enough! First you stalk me, then you steal from me, then you *Break* My daughters necklace and try to return it?!\"** He snapped impulsively, another bout of anger rising in him. He didn't let on anything other then the necklace belonged to his daughter, thankfully, otherwise who knew what this idiot would do with that information.\n\nHe came eye to eye with Dava, kicking things out of his way and lashing out his hand to try and snag the necklace harshly from Dava. *Once he got it he was going to jam it down Dava's throat.* **\"Just take the damn thing and piss off!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He nearly jumped back when Ally had climbed into the back of the wagon. Dava watched the thoughts stir in Ally's mind, struggling to acknowledge if coming back to return the necklace was good idea... \"It was... Your daughter's..?\" He questioned hesitantly. A twinge of guilt began to swell up within his chest, causing a tight ache within. His eyes narrowed in confusion, concern and maybe even regret. \"...You did all of this... Put up with all my shit... Even bludgeoned my head in just to get your daughter's necklace back!\" He threw his hands up with the raise of his voice. Great! Now he felt bad! What thief—no—what Camonna Tong member feels *Remorse* For stealing—let alone *Anything??* His gaze was locked solid on the ground as he sat there, undecisive. After all of this... After *All* Of this utter nonsense, and wasted time and energy—the necklace—*His daughter's necklace*— was broken! He didn't even want to hold it in his bloodied hands anymore! \n\n\"N'chow el... (Damn it) now I feel bad! Can you just take your fucking neck—\" He jerked back suddenly as Ally seemly lunged forward, ripping the necklace from his grasp. His crimson eyes widened as he watched the chain be forcefully removed from his hold—not that he was complaining... At least that prude taken his necklace back, even if it was rather forceful.."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally snatched the necklace, his ears twitching as it jingled in his hands. He threw his hands up in exasperation, his lips smacking, and eyes rolling sarcastically, an irate smile forming on his face. You couldn't be serious! He felt bad now? His teeth grit and he couldn't help but fail to see that, he was perfectly fine with taking the items before. The hand that held the necklace trembled and he glanced at the ruby bird - his eyes rounding, and he was clearly more upset then angry at this point- although it was clear he was becoming more and more maddened by the moment. *He started the fight to get his daughters necklace back and it was really the only thing he was concerned about being stolen at first... I mean a gem or two wouldn't hurt him... He just hates the thought of letting someone steal from him. The necklace was different though, he would've gone to the ends of the world to get it back... *At least a moment ago;* He didn't want it now. It was so important to Dava that he broke it, given Ally had a hand to play in that, if he'd just given it back none of this wouldn't have happened. They both sounded like children- and Ally couldn't pick out who was acting more childish, but he snapped at Dava with the same irate smile without a care of how irrational he was about to be.\n\nHis voice quivered with devastation and anger and he looked at Dava before swinging the necklace by the chain right at his face. **\"Oh, now you feel bad?\"** He snarled, gripping the side of the wagon, **\"I'll bludgeon your head again if you don't take it and leave me alone. *I have things to do and you've held me up long enough.*\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His eyes widened as he listened to his protest—*Now he didn't want it?* What?? This was ridiculous! After all of *This* And the horrific scuffle they've gotten into— now he didn't want it?! What about his daughter? Didn't she want it back? Did she give it to him? Was it taken? He said it was a gift but why did he mention it was his daughter's then? Was he present in her life? He had over a million questions and no answers-! \n\n\"If I has known it was your daughter's, I wouldn't have even bothered to steal it! Why would I take it now?! You broke it!\" He grimaced sourly, snatching the chain of the necklace and jamming it back in Ally's hands. \"Just take it! After you tried to *Murder* Me over it, you shouldn't just give it back!\" Stubbornly shoving Ally to the side, he moved to the front of the carriage. There was no point in staying in the back of the wagon with that psychopath. He was just going to hop in the front and wait for this idiot to come to his senses! Then he could take him to the nearest inn so he can get some rest! He closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't moved at all. How much his head ached... It wasn't the worst pain he's felt but he certainly didnt relish in that fact. He knew his was going to get dragged back there in mere seconds but he just wanted distance between them in case that prude tried to return his *Daughter's* Necklace! \"When you can get your loin-cloth untwisted, you can start taking me to the nearest inn. I'm freezing my ass off arguing with you.\" He sat down once he climbed over the wooden panel that separated the bed of the wagon and the driver's bench."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He was getting tired - and stumbled when Dava shoved him to the side, a sharp cough erupted from his chest. He was becoming utterly exhausted and wouldn't mind going to an inn, but he wasn't taking this idiot with him, he could walk! I mean, he managed to follow Ally all the way here! He shivered as his hand touched the cold wood of the wagon, pulling his wet cloak- covered in snow and small spatters of blood- tighter to block out the chill, and swung the broken necklace in his hand. **\"Why would you have taken my things to begin with!\"** He snapped, throwing himself back onto his feet and shaking his throbbing head - as though he could just shake the pain away. **\"You moron! I didn't originally try to murder you- I was patient at first!\"** He snarled in response, his hands waving as he thought, trying to expell the not-so-good thoughts going through his head. This wasn't even worth is anymore! He looked at the necklace, then at Dava who sat in the front seat. *He just needed to be quiet for a bit. There was no point in arguing anymore. The more he said the more he felt himself being aggravated.*\n\nHe fell silent and glared at Dava, he could bring him to an inn! But not when he was being so obnoxious - if he wanted to go to an inn they'd have a quiet road trip. He just needed to hit him hard enough - *In the right spot.* There was a cruel, icy look in his eyes as he gazed at the back of Dava's head. He could take him to the nearest inn - dump him infront of the door and might as well give him *Everything* He wanted. Then Ally was going down south and never speaking to anyone again, or going into an inn. He grabbed something random in his hand- a pot- the wagon shaking even front his light steps as he approached the driver's seat holding a pot in one hand and the necklace in the other. He couldn't believe the audacity! **\"You want to go to an inn now?! You can either walk, or were going to have a *Silent trip*.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "*'You want to go to an inn now?! You can either walk, or we're going to have a silent trip.'* \n\nWhat...? Was... Was he being threatened?? He wasn't doing anything this time! He wasn't the hostile one! Wait—is that seriously a pot in his hand?! His eyes widened before they narrowed into an hard, stone glare. \"Are you *Threatening* Me?!\" He snapped to face Ally, a cold grimance present on his features. His eyes darted quickly to the pot as he extended his hand, slowly grazing the frozen metal of the pot. The tips of his fingers slightly anchoring the rim of pot, trying to gradually lower it. \"Of course I want to go to an inn! Why would I want to stay in this frozen wasteland, freezing my ass off with a prude like you!\" He rolled his eyes, letting out a harsh scoff. All he did was complain, complain, complain! \"You can stop running your mouth and wake me up when we reach the nearest inn.\" He closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the driver's bench. His arms reached behind his head to serve as a cushion for his throbbing head. Now if only this prude could shut up.."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally let Dava lower the pot but his arm was still stiff - as if he was debating his decision to strike. His icy glare glinted with anger, his lip curling. Was he going to hit Dava? Of course he was still going to hit him! Ally was just building up that bubbling anger beforehand; plus it would be better if Dava turned away so he could get a better angle. His glare hardened and he gazed with cold calculation in his eyes, looking for the best place to strike. Allister snorted, Dava better not be complaining about the cold! If anyone was to complain it was him - he could be halfway to Windhelm by now, he probably would've found another inn but now he'd lost so much time on his trip because of this! He hadn't invited Dava on the trip in the first place yet here he was complaining about the cold! Dava could still be in the inn beating up his old friend- who, mind you, was probably still face first on the ground- but instead he was here picking a fight with Ally in the middle of the night. And now he expected him to bring his cold little a$$ to an inn? Ally shivered as he felt the cold, howling wind run up his face and chill his skin where wet blood still coated it. It was reckless continuing the fight instead of treating wounds or letting his body rest, or even sheltering from the cold - but soon enough he'd be at peace to do whatever he wanted! Ally dropped the necklace on the floor of the wagon and grabbed the pot's handle with both hands, losing all previous grace, if any, as he turned his entire body and raised his arms up just to strike down hard on Dava's head, ramming the pot into Dava's temple. Oh, he could get as comfortable as he wanted now!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "After closing his eyes, resting his head against his aching, numb hands, he leaned to the side to speak; \"I'm taking a nap. Wake me up when you're feeling oh-so-accommodating.\" He muttered, exhaustion present in his voice. He couldn't feel his face nor his hands, his fingers were a lighter purple than his natural skin tone, freezing at the touch. He could barely see his own breath in the freezing air. The only warmth he felt was within his scarf but even then, it was soaking wet from the snow that melted within. All his cuts and bruises didn't ache anymore which should've been concerning, but whether he had frostbite or not didn't matter to him. He was just happy some of the agonizing aching was numb for now. \"This cart's not gonna get a move on its own the more you keep glaring holes into me.\" \n\nOpening an eye to glance at the homicidal lunatic, he noticed the necklace slipping from his hold onto the floor. His ears perked up from the noise, peaking his interest to sit up to acknowledge the change in atmosphere. He adjusted his hands to grasp the seat of the bench, as his gaze focused in on the sudden clutch of the pot handle. He wasn't really going to... Dava didn't have time to react as the pot was brought down harshly onto his head. His vision immediately darkened as his body fell limp against the bench of the wagon. His eyes fluttered closed as his breath slowed to soft breaths. Blood began to trickle down his forehead, slowly onto his bruised cheekbone."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "*Whoops*, he hadn't meant to hit so hard. He watched as the dunmer's face hit the cold wood, his scarf falling around his face. Ally gaped, anger still burning in his gaze as clouds of cold air streamed from his mouth. He twitched, his arm's slowly lowering as if he expected Dava to jump back up at him like some rabid cat. Last time he was up in an instant, like if you hit him he'd just pop back up but more annoying. He clenched his grip on the pot debating on whether he'd just smash the pot into his head a few more time's for safekeeping. He stood there for what seemed like forever, his gaze filled with conflicting looks of horror and lividness, just waiting for the moment he'd jump up and attack - heh, but this time he didn't get up. A nervous chuckle escaped Ally's mouth and his arms slowly lowered, the pot slipping from his hand and falling to the ground, clattering into other pots and causing a sudden echo of noise around the forest. Ally blinked, his body tensing as his arms fell limp to his side as he just took his time to stare at Dava with those cold eyes of his, shock slowly leaking into his vision. *This was fine. The perfect revenge for this idiot.* His teeth chattered partly from the cold and his sudden paranoia, Dava wasn't being particularly aggressive at him - he recognized he was the one who made things escalate that time but at least he'd have some quiet now! He stole a quick glance at the necklace and feeling safe now leaned down and picked it up, rolling it over in his fingers a few times and ignoring the biting cold metal. There was no use in sitting in pity now - the necklace was broken and he needed to finish this petty fight. \n**\n**\n\nAlly worked through unbearable pain and hopped from the cart, snidely walking to the front of the wagon where the driver's seat was. He could hear a flutter of wings as Blitz stirred in alarm - just a little too late at this point. He looked at Dava and reached his hand out to move his scarf so he could get a better look at the gash he'd left on his head. *Ow*, even he recoiled at the nasty look at it. Thank goodness the cold made his wounds numb but he drained every last ounce of his strength as he hauled Dava onto his shoulders, his legs trembling as he pulled all his weight onto his back. He nearly collapsed at first, his knees buckling beneath him. He narrowly missed falling onto his face and being crushed by Dava's dead weight, but hit his knee hard on the ground and stopped his fall. It was a struggle for life to the back of the wagon, his knees trembling and arms shaking, before he threw him into the back, rolling the body towards the middle of the wagon. He heaved, his ears flattening as he pressed his forehead to the floor of the wagon and grit his teeth from the pain. He may have been the winner but he didn't make it out completely unharmed. Black sparkled at the edge of his vision and he was in a daze as he made his way back to the front of the wagon and dragged his body into the seat, blindly reaching for the reins before sitting up and flicking them, sinking back in exhaustion as the wagon began to creak and sway as hey began moving. He leaned his head against the back of the bench, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth- **\"Shut up, Blitz\"** He snapped in a daze, thinking he heard the bird fluttering in the cage beside him. He sighed, taking his time in focusing on everything that had happened in the past few hours, from when he'd entered the inn to this moment. Was it really worth it? He felt tears prickle his eyes, idiot!\n\nThe fight wasn't worth it, Filly's necklace was broken, but now that he was starting to calm down he realized it would honestly be an easy fix. What hurt him the most was the creeping guilt he swore he didn't have. He must've been too aggressive in that fight, Dava was being an ass but did he really deserve this sort of treatment? Was it really worth it? He focused in on his own pain and let out a grunt as his head sparkled, most of his wounds had become numb and he would've treated them but he felt like if he moved his entire body would shut down. Along with the cold and injuries he also felt a pang in his stomach, the last thing he had eaten was those berries and those weren't very filling from his standpoint. He tried to shake the patronizing guilt- agonizingly aware of the presence of a body in the back of his wagon. His ears flattened as he drank in the presence, the smell of blood, sweat, shallow breaths - *Shallow breaths?* Certainly his breathing should be soft but not that soft? Allister blinked open his eyes and shifted his body, nearly crying out in pain- the aches had finally settled in. He noticed how cold he was getting, his lips had frozen and blood was dried to his face, and his movements were shaky, and not from the pain - but was that really a problem? He flinched as he realized he'd left Dava in his soaked clothes and bloody head open for the cold to bite, realizing just how close he was to killing them both because of frost-bite. He was surprised he hadn't made this realization sooner and cursed under his breath. Well, even though he hated Dava with a burning passion that wasn't going to keep them warm and he wasn't cruel enough to let someone die in the back of his wagon all because he knocked them out- even if it was for a good reason.\n\nHe cursed under his breath, glancing towards Vigilance before deciding he was going to patch himself up real quick. It would be a sloppy job but the cold was starting to settle in and he probably already had an infection - and he guessed he could help the poor, helpless soul freezing in the back. He grunted in pain but slipped out of the driver's bench into the back, his hands shaking from the cold. He slipped through the supplies and kept his distance from Dava as he searched for bandages. It took him a while but he found it and pulled out fresh supplies and a few more of his home-made health potions. He spent an agonizing amount of time pulling up his clothes and wrapping the bandages loosely and messily around his wounds, his final wound was wrapping the gash on his head. He then drank two of the potions to give him a little bit of strength. The potions were slow working but definitely gave a boost over time, they worked just enough for Ally to not care to dig further into the subject. He then glanced at Dava and swore under his breath, turning his head to the bird cage, **\"I can't believe this\"** He snarled his complaint to the bird, **\"I'm going to have to nurse, wounds I caused! You should've tried harder to keep him away, dumb bird!\"** Either Blitz was asleep or she didn't respond. Ally pulled out a thin blanket to try and keep himself from freezing as he shakily began to work on Dava- he wasn't going to give him an extensive treatment but he'd do his best to make sure he stayed alive. With shaky hands he slipped bandages over the large gash on his head, and then turned to his wrist. He originally wasn't going to do this but he positioned it the best he could and then wrapped the rest of the bandages around it- not as tightly as they needed to be. His gaze turned into an icy glare as he stared at the thieves face, and he felt the slightest itch to just smack him.\n**\n**\n\nIt took him forever to finish, and felt like he was going to black out by the time he pulled off the soaking scarf and replaced it with a thick blanket, pushing a little potion to the side. If he was nice when he woke up maybe he'd let Dava drink it! Ally crawled back to the front of the cart with his own blanket, barely making it over the railing and grasping the reigns in his hand. He slumped with exhaustion, just letting the pain consume him. **\"This night couldn't get any worse, Blitz\"** He whispered under his breath, feeling himself slip back and forth between consciousness."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "After what must've been an hour and half of being unconscious, a soft groan escaped his mouth, his eyes tightening slightly before just *Barely* Opening. He must've blinked several times before acknowledging his surroundings. He was... Strangely warm and his head wasn't throbbing nearly as bad as it had been before. As he went to feel his head, his eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his bandaged wrist and his fingertips brushed over a bandage that was just over what must've been some gash! Any anger or resentment was replaced with shock or even gratitude. He slowly sat up, an ache was still present within his arms but he shakily sat himself up. He took a moment to take in his surroundings as the carriage ride was moving along almost peacefully. The bloodied pot that must've been used to knock him senseless was beside the rest of the pots within the front of the bed of the wagon. His gaze focused to his right where the bird cage was where that homicidal lunatic's bird was confined... Blitz if he remembered correctly. His eyes gradually moved to just the floor beside him... A small potion? Was it a health potion..? He picked it up gently, turning it in various directions as he inspected the bottle with a narrowed gaze. Was this meant for him..? His head did ache and he could've sworn his wrist was still broken but treated nonetheless.\n\n Hah!He should drink it! He needed it... But... His crimson eyes fell upon the back of the exhausted man.Was he treated at all..? Davaras' ears drooped in concern as he noticed the dried blood within his dark auburn locks.From what he could see,the side of his face had dried blood and he seemed to be slipping in and out of sleep.Should he really be selfish..?Even after that prude took his time to bandage him?Dava glanced back to the potion within his hand and swallowed the lump in his throat.Pushing the thick blanket off, he moved behind Ally's right side, leaning over the wooden panel to extent his hand. \"Here.\" He mumbled sourly."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Between his nodding off's random thoughts filled his head- he couldn't believe he'd treated his enemy's wounds- had he died yet? Or woken up, perhaps he should grab the pan in case another attack ensued- gosh, he never checked if Blitz was okay- were they going into the right direction- those wolf howls seemed to be getting closer- where was the necklace he needed to fix it- where was Filomena, she'd be able to tell him exactly what was broken-... He shook himself as he felt himself nodding off, looking in a daze at his surroundings. He'd probably done a better job on Dava compared to himself, he couldn't see his own wounds, and let's not forget the fact he was still up and had worked harder to get that idiot into the back of the wagon then fighting him. He suddenly felt jealous, he wanted to curl under that blanket and sleep too. He hadn't realized just how loopy he was becoming and when they came to a split in the road nonchalantly flicked the reigns and led them in the wrong direction. If he could just slip off for a second this would all be better- he groaned and muttered sour complaints, every so often the name 'Blitz' rolling off his tongue as he spoke his complaints to the bird. At this point, the blood on his body and wet clothes were just an irritation - his skin was numb so he couldn't feel anything anyways! He stubbornly pulled the thin blanket closer and shivered, the first inn he saw they were stopping at. At some point he groaned and buried his head in his palms, trying to ignore the pain in his body, his ears twitching as the cold sank into them. \n\nHe was too loopy and dazed to realize- *Someone*- had begun to stir in the back of the wagon and his biggest fear was about to strike him.\n\nHe was in the process of slipping back asleep against his will when he nearly jumped out of his pants when he caught sight of an arm emerging from the side of his head. He snarled, jumping back and lashing out his hand blindly at Dava- h... How?! His eyes opened in horror and he blinked, I think maybe he got hit in the head too hard! *He couldnt be up, he hit dava as hard as he could!* **\"What are you doing, trying to give me a heart attack, idiot! Get back there or I'm going to throw you out of the wagon!\"** He snapped."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Extending the potion towards Ally, hoping Ally would be awake to see his hand waving the potion around. Suddenly he saw a hand come towards him and just barely, he had time to jolt back before the hand could swat at him. \"What am I doing?! I was trying to see if you're awake! Sheesh, I was only trying to hand you your potion back!\" He leaned over the wooden panel again, kneeling in the back of the wagon. He extended his arms over the panel, waving the potion in his bandaged hand defensively. \"Relax, if I wanted to kill you, I would've done that already, sedura.\" He rolled his eyes as his gaze focused in on Ally's features. \n\nJeez... He looked horrible. Don't get Dava wrong, he still found him attractive but— wow... Focusing in on his face, a bruise was prominent on his cheek from where he had punched Ally and the side of his head had dried blood almost a frozen, brown colour. His ears drooped at the sight but he shook his head frantically—focus! Guilt is the *Last* Thing he should be feeling! \"Just take your potion back. I'm feeling better, it's *You* Who should drink it. No offense but you look absolutely *Horrible.\"* From just waking up momentarily, his accent was thicker than usual, his s's, r's and a's were all either slurred or rolled and his tone was a lot softer than it had ever been before, almost genuine. He was the calmest he's ever been and while he had a surge of annoyance, he was thankful nonetheless. No one has ever really... No. He shouldn't think about that, not now. He gave the potion between his fingers another shake as he impatiently waited for Ally to snatch it from him."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He has to admit, every muscle in his body was screaming out in pain - he'd downed three of those potions in the last few hours and it seemed to do nothing but keep him awake by a string, in any case, the potion looked alluring. Ally scoffed, turning his head away as he stubbornly pulled his blanket around his shoulders, cramming his face into the soft favric. Even though the sight of the potion was alluring he'd already drank many, and to be honest he hated the feeling, but he'd feel guilty if Dava didn't drink it. He was still irritable but had calmed down at this point, his body couldn't keep up with his anger anymore, but that didn't stop him from being irrationally stubborn - probably and aftermath of his pain. At the mention of him looking 'horrible' he sank even further into the blanket, his fingers curling and gripping the fabric tightly as he pressed it against his cold cheeks. He looked horrible? Dava looked just as bad except maybe with better wrapped bandages.\n\nAnyways he immediately decided he wasn't going to drink the potion even if it was in his best interest. The best solution was just to pull some nonsense excuse out of nowhere, he didn't even understand half of what Dava was saying anyways: **\"What? Why do you want me to drink it so bad?\"** He irritably snapped, trying to hide the nagging pain in his voice. **\"I've already drank some, I left that one out for you. Take it now so by the time we get to an inn you can be on your merry way! I don't think I can stand another moment with you anyways!\"**\n\nThe one thing he didn't want to happen, Dava waking up and of course it happened. He met the man's glare and even though this would be a good chance to work together and maybe even get him some well-needed sleep he wasn't going to trust this man awake around his things. Nevertheless take a potion that was in his hands, even though he knew he had made it."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His eyes widened at his answer—Was he not going to drink it? \"What? What do you mean *I* Should take it? Just because you already had some doesn't mean you should refuse something you *Clearly* Need!\" He glared at Ally skeptically, and could hear the twinge of pain in his voice. \"Come on, sedura, swallow the pride and just fucking take the potion.\" He huffed annoyingly, Vivec, this man was stubborn! He was beginning to doubt if *His* Own stubbornness was really that bad as he initially thought! He glanced behind him to the thick blanket he had been covered with momentarily. He ducked to reach for it and when he was sure to have a firm grasp, he quickly returned to leaning over the wooden panel to dump the thick blanket over the pathetic, thin blanket Ally had been using. There, now he doesn't look like he's about to freeze to death! A small smirk forming on his face after dumping the thick blanket so rudely onto him. He snickered, awaiting the brash reaction he was about to face. What? He was only *Helping.* It wasn't as if he was doing any harm! He was trying to be helpful! *Well... In the only way he knew how.* \n\nHe watched Ally fumble under the thick blanket and his snicker only grew louder. He continued to watch with amusement. \"There, now you won't freeze to death. But I can't promise that you won't die of something else if you don't take this potion.\" He waved the potion obnoxiously in front of Ally yet again, dangling it annoyingly in front of the Breton. He was starting to become antsy, his previous calmness was replaced with an almost impatient feeling that had an underlying need to get on Ally's nerves considering he had *Yet* Again been so rude! And to think Dava has been nothing but helpful! He only wanted this stubborn prude to swallow his pride and just drink the damn potion!\n\nA grin instantly formed on his face as he blurted out; \"I'll shut up if you drink it!\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He gazed ahead in irritation, rubbing his throbbing temple and blinking. He really thought if he just got the chance to lay down he'd feel better- but he couldn't do that until he sent Dava away. His voice was enough to give Ally a migraine! This time he chose instead to just ignore the annoying brute, turning his head and glaring into the darkness, focusing on the outline of the horse. He could hear the rush of the river to their side, water running over icy pebbles. He closed his eyes and breathed, his exhale shaky. *This all could've been avoided. Maybe he should've just accepted the drink back at the inn, that seemed like a much better situation then the pain he was in now.* He tried to make it adamant he wasn't in pain, or tired, he felt fine but he was a bird without wings at the moment - being pinned by a wolf. He grit his teeth and perked up a bit when he heard rustling behind him, had he given up? He turned his head to snarl something and nearly jumped out of the wagon when he saw a heavy, black wave wash over him. The leftover warmth that had been absorbed dripped off the blanket onto his body and the pressure almost felt good - he longed to curl up and fall asleep. \n\nSurprisingly Ally didn't snap at Dava and just gave him a glare once he struggled and popped his head out of the blanket, gritting his teeth and shooting him a warning look. **\"I've bandaged myself up- the only problem is the cold now. I don't need the potion, you do.\"** He slurred, shaking his head in a dog-like manner before pulling his limbs under the blanket, now hoarding both thick and thin.\n\n**\"Like I'd believe that, idiot! Drink the damn potion or I'm gonna get the pot out again!\"** He snapped, not giving Dava the pleasure of complaining about the blanket- mainly because he was too thankful for it, but there was no way he was mentioning that after the rude way he delivered it.\n\n**\"Just shut it, you've been annoying enough tonight haven't you?\"** He growled, **\"Anyways the sun will be up soon and you need your strength to leave after that- unless we get to an inn first.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He scoffed angrily when at first he suspected Ally had begun to ignore him but to his surprise Ally had no comment about the blanket. Meeting Ally's stone, cut-throat glare, he rolled his eyes, letting out a groan the same time as Ally was speaking. Yet again, he found *Another* Reason to complain and be stubborn!\nUpon the mentioning of the pot, Dava easily grabbed the bloodied pot, show-casing it to Ally; \"Oh this pot?\" Without thinking, he tossed it behind him, it easily being thrown off the wagon and into the snow as the wagon carried on. \"Did you mean *That* Pot?\" He questioned in an innocent but sickening sweet tone. \"Oh whoops, my hand must've slipped. Clusmy me. Guess you can't make me drink it.\"\n\n Grabbing potion again, he leaned forward, the wooden panel being at his waist now as he bent forward, completely in Ally's left field of vision. \"Can you just take the potion?! Here—I can even help you shove it down your stupid throat!\" He uncorked the bottle, and swiftly plunged it forcefully between Ally's lips. \"There! I'm already helping you!\" His eye twitched with annoyance as he forcefully lifted the end of the bottle, making the healing liquid that much harder to not swallow. The wagon began to hit a more rocky terrain and the wagon itself bounced from side to side, making their new scuffle unsteady. Dava let go of the bottle, glaring at Ally with a menacing glare. His lips curled into a small smirk as he let out a mischievous snicker."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He pulled the blanket tighter, his fists squeezing the cloth in annoyance. He made a point not to look in Dava's eyes, his gaze wandering to the road. The path had thinned up and was getting rougher- could it be because they were close to the river? He looked towards Vigilance and growled, trying to block out the price behind him. *Maybe he should just knock him out again! He survived so far, let's see how much he could take!* Ally whipped around to give Dava a searing glare of hatred, his eyes sparkling brightly with annoyance. \n\nHe just glared at Dava, his cold gaze sweeping over his face. Was he going to have a grudge over a pot? Ally clenched his teeth and snapped his upper half to face Dava, **\"If you throw that fu-!?\"** He was cut off at the sight of the pot being tossed backwards- alarm flitted through his gaze and he made a sound of surprise. Did he know how much that pot costed! More then he has now! He grabbed the reigns in one of his hands about to force them to a stop- but before he could do anything he caught sight of the snobby little gremlin in the side of his vision, obviously up to no good. He glared but before he could do or say anything *Again* His eyes widened in shock as the felt the cold bottle forced into his lips. He coughed and gagged, choking down the liquid- utterly stunned for a moment- his teeth scraped against the glass bottle as he swung his arm around- that mind you still had the reigns in it- and grabbed Dava's wrist, trying to pull the bottle out of his mouth, at the same time trying to drag his head backwards. The sudden struggle caused pain to erupt at the sudden activity, and he spat as the bottle was let go of and tore it out of his mouth, bending over to sputter up the liquid as he choked on it. \n**\n**\n\nHis fist gripped the bottle and before he could think he twisted his body, glass in hand, and threw it as hard as he could at Dava- thankfully missing- but still hit the ground behind Dava and watched as the bottle exploded into little shards of glass. **\"You know what! Maybe I should've just left you there!\"** He yelled, his voice echoing around the silent forest; pain erupted in his voice. This is why you didn't treat enemy's before yourself! He could hardly lift a hand and his voice was hoarse with pain. **\"Snicker all you want, asshole!\"**\n\nAlly failed to realize how much the wagon was swaying with his constant tugging on the reigns, not to mention the sudden struggle had spooked the black mare at this point."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Luckily ducking when the bottle was thrown, his eyes widened at the bottle shattering just behind him! His ears flattened as his eyes narrowed into an menacing glare as he snapped his head back in Ally's direction. \"What's wrong with you!? You couldn't swallow your pride for *One* Moment?! I was trying to *Help* You!\" He hissed back, finally deciding to feed into the urge to piss off Ally even more. \"Fine, you wanna be petty?!Consider your wish granted!\"And with that, he grabbed another pot and tossed it out of the wagon so carelessly and reach for yet another one;\"Can't give me another concussion if you don't have a pot to hit me with!\" He tossed the one in his possession behind him as he turned his focus back on Ally, returning to where he was momentarily.\"To think I was *Grateful!* I was only trying to *Oh-so-graciously* Return the favour!Vivec forbid I try to help a stuck-up, narcissistic prude like you!\"He grimaced bitterly as a childish grin swept his lips and his ears perked up with an idea.Oh hohoho,he was already in the dog house—did it really matter if he made Ally even more distressed? \n\nReaching over to grasp the thick blanket,he yanked it with a firm tug and announced;\"You know,I liked you better when I couldn't see that stupid glare of yours! Here,I know what's fix that sour frown!\"He draped the thick blanket over Ally's head, his grin widening as a childish,sly laugh escaped his mouth.\"Can't be mad at what you can't see right?!\" He leaned forward,his laughter gaining volume as he watched Ally struggle to remove the blanket. \"Serves you right, Sedura!\" He choked up,his laughter getting the best of him, as he hunched over the wooden panel,his eyes shut tight as he continued to giggle profusely. \n\nHowever his giggling was cut-short when the wagon began to bump rigorously along the path,making everything in the wagon shake and wobble.Dava clutched the panel beneath him for balance as his eyes opened in surprise at the sudden,rapid change of terrain."
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{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He clenched his jaw and looked at Dava with the most livid glare. His heart ached with regret. He should've just left this idiot there to freeze to death! The potion still did little but numb the pain a bit- and give him a little boost to start yelling at Dava, but I think he was going to start doing that anyways. **\"Help?!\"** He snapped, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. Hell! Helping was jamming something down someone's throat when they didn't want to drink it! Ally used his sleeve to wipe the excess potion off his chin, a sharp cough escaping his mouth. His eyes widened in disbelief as Dava grabbed another pot, and before he knew it he'd leaned over, his waist pressed against the wooden bar, after Dava had thrown the second one and ran the back of his hand across the lower part of Dava's cheek with a loud '*Smack*'- taking advantage of the fact he was too distracted throwing *His* Pots out of the wagon! **\"I don't need a pot to give you *Another* Concussion. Throw another thing out of this wagon and see what happens!\"** He hissed, shaking his stinging hand and glaring at him. He immediately regretted moving, pain ringing through his body like a bell after it's been hit. He couldn't believe it! The amount of bullshit this man was pulling was ridiculous! Not even his pointy ears or sharp accent could save him! \n\n**\"You know what-!?\"** He was cut off when he felt the blanket being thrown over him again, a snarl escaping his mouth. He panicked for a moment when he couldn't see but that panic turned into seeing anger as he ripped the blanket as hard as he could off his head, flinching at the harsh pain in his neck. He glared at Dava like was was going to gut him, throwing the blanket back into the back of the wagon. He didn't even have words for his childish remarks! His giggles! How did he find this amusing! How was he still going after all this time! \n**\n**\n\nHe was suddenly snapped back to reality when the wagon lurched, gripping the seat and glancing towards the mare. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Vigilance tossing and turning, frightened from the yelling, his constant tugging on the reigns not helping. The horse sped up instead of slowing down as you should on this terrain, kicking at the dirt and dragging the wagon along effortlessness with her. Did they spook her? Or was there something in the woods. Ally grabbed the wagon and pushed himself up, preparing to whistle to the horse to try and calm her down. But before he could do anything there was a '*Crack*' from somewhere in the wagon- which spooked the horse even more- and within seconds he felt the reigns being pulled out of his hands as she somehow free'd herself from the wagon and dashed off in fear and confusion. *Shit.*"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras couldn't help laughing even harder when Ally simply threatened him! Oh how amusing this was! His glares did nothing but only widened his smiles as he continued to laugh profusely. His laughter ceased when Ally's hand came cold and hard down across his cheek. \"Ow! What was that for?! I was only *Helping* You empty out your *Weapon* Arsenal!\" He snapped with an annoyed sharpness to his tone. \n\nAs he reached for the thick blanket that was thrown behind, the wagon lurched forward then backwards—then it just started to wobble far more than before! As Ally's attention focused to somehow gain control of his spooked mane, Davaras felt the the excessive shaking beneath his feet, making him grasp the panel with unsteady hands. But Davaras lost his balance and fell backwards into the bed of the wagon with a loud *\"Ack—!\"* Which would've been hilarious to him in any other instance but— something was wrong. He attempted to lift himself up but he acknowledged the increase of speed the wagon was gaining—what was happening-? Davaras managed to grasp the side of the finicky wagon with a firm hold, managing to pull himself to his feet. He shakily held onto the wooden panel, leaning himself over to get a look at what was happening but as soon as he managed to successfully hold onto the panel enough to keep himself upright—the horse's reigns had left Ally's hands as she hauled away, leaving the wagon to increase in speed at the sudden decline of the hill they must've been on! \"Did the horse just fucking take off?!\" His head snapped in the direction the horse was escaping towards, completely disappearing into the woods behind them. His ears lowered at the sound of several *'cracks'* Within the wagon. \"Uh—please tell me you can do something! The wagon isn't—\" He lost his grip onto the wooden panel and he was immediately thrown back yet again, his back landing harshly onto the wooden bed of the wagon as it went downhill. \"Do something, sedura!!\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "His eyes widened in complete surprise and he held his breath trying to hold in his shock. *Crap. Shit.* **\"Vigilance!\"** He howled in anger, tossing his head and gripping into the panel for dear life. Just wonderful! They were going down a hill! The river was right next to them! It sounded like something had broke on the wagon! He imagined all the possible, horrible outcomes and bit his tongue. **\"You idiot! What the f do you want me to do!?\"** He snarled, gripping onto the wagon as it bounced back and forth and increased speed. He couldn't see anything in the darkness ahead of them and the back with Davaras suddenly seemed much more comfortable then being up here on his lonesome. He looked around, was there a brake? Anything? I wonder if he smashed the wheel if he could get it to stop but that might make it worse! He gripped the seat as the wagon began to become more wilder, cursing under his breath.\n\nNothing he could do! And he certainly wasn't sitting up here to die first! It was a struggle but he crawled over the bar that separated the front from back and scrambled for grip on the thick blanket, pulling himself into the back and onto the bed of the wagon. Blitz had woken up because of the sudden ruckus and started to screech, her wings muffled from the blanket still thrown over the cage. He grabbed her cage and hugged it in his arms, sinking as far down as possible, wood on his back, and praying for the best.\n\nThis complete and utter idiot! This was all his fault! But that didn't matter now, they might die! He gripped the bird cage hard and dragged the thick blanket against himself, helpless as the wagon built up more speed and was crashing along the rocky path, swinging everything back and forth. The necklace seemed like a distant memory at this point. **\"Hold on, cretin!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Watching the Breton hop in the back, Davaras immediately moved aside to accommodate the extra body that now went to brace for the impact they were about to face. The air blew passed them in fast whisps and the creaking of the wagon sounded louder than ever as they descended down the hill. \n\n\"Can you shut that bird up?! Now is not the—\" The wagon suddenly went over a large rock, sending the wagon through the air and harshly back onto the decline of the hill but the impact of such a harsh fall broke one of the wagon wheels—sending it off in an entirely other direction! Davaras' eyes widened in fear, completely forgetting the annoyance and resentment he had felt formly. The wagon leaned forward upon the front wheels considering the rear wheel broke off, lessening the even weight in the back of the wagon. He couldn't look away from the rocky river that laid ahead, sharp rocks gashed the sides of the wagon as it rapidly rolled down the hill. He wasn't afraid of heights—he has *Never* Consider himself scared of much but at that moment, the sight of the river that lied below sent a panic through him. He couldn't find it within him to open his mouth with a snarky demand or sarcastic remark—he was frozen in place as his gaze remained locked onto the descent downwards. His hands immediately grasped the lower part of the separation panel, wincing at the rough strain on his wrist. He forcefully turned away from the sight before him, clenching his eyes shut as he mentally braced for impact. And boy did it arrive—harsh, rough, with a sharp landing that sent everything in the wagon scattering and rolling off as the bottom of wagon embraced the rough, watery ground. Two wheels then gave out, falling flat upon the ground, leaving one singular wheel—the front right wheel barely attached on. Then,everything stilled. There was no movement, only the sounds of the flowing river and the *Horrific* Screeches of that pesky bird!"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally gripped the bird cage and squeezed the blanket around him- hopefully that would pad him if they hit anything- before squeezing his eyes shut and gripping one of the small benches, trying to sink into the wood. He shut his eyes and fell silent, listening to the whipping wind and clutching onto the wagon, trying to hide himself from the flying debris and terrifying scene. His heart felt like it had stopped in his chest and he could hardly breath. He didn't know if he was more stunned or scared- and he didn't want to glance up when he heard one of the wheels break. He braced himself for impact- clutching onto the birds cage when he finally felt it.\n\nThat moment was a blur, he could hear Dava, the bird, the clatter of things but couldn't remember the exact details. All he knew is that when he began to stir he opened his eyes he was in worse pain then before. The river echoed painfully in his head and he was still holding the bird cage. He shook his head to try and shake away the throbbing pain, looking around and gently sliding out of the wagon. Everything seemed too still now, after all that chaos, and he didn't make a comment as he turned and looked at what became of his *Wagon* And that *Idiot*. His surroundings melted away and he stared in complete horror at the ruin- everything scattered, three wheels *Gone*, the front of the wagon that was supposed to hold a horse torn off, and perhaps even worse no horse! He didn't even register his pain, the screeching of Blitz, the fate of his \"Companion\"- he just *Stared* At the ruins. \n\n*What did he ever do to Dava?*"
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Slowly lifting himself up from the stilled wagon, he ran his hands across his body, patting every inch of himself in disbelief. His eyes widened in disbelief as a surprised grin appeared on his lips. He let out a hoarse laugh which turned into a roar of laughter as he hopped off of the wagon bed. \"I-I'm alive! I can't believe it!\" He continued to gawk at the ruins before him as he laughed in disbelief, his laughter almost manic. \"Fuck this wagon! Fuck the horse! Fuck that stupid bird—fuck everything!\" His gaze fell upon a singular pot that laid in the watery snow as he impulsively kicked it, sending the pot flying. \"Fuck it all! I can't believe this, we almost died!\" He continued his uproar of laughter, tears swelling up in his eyes. \n\nAll the pain and aching subsided into numbness, all he felt was disbelief which gradually transitioned into realization. As his laughter slowly died down, he stared at the ground breathlessly, coming down from his adrenaline rush. His teary, crimson-shaded eyes trailed over what remained of the ruptured wagon. The horse was nowhere in sight nor was the four departed wagon wheel but not that that mattered... At least not at this very moment. But what captured his gaze was the frozen Breton that stood almost lifelessly. Slowly approaching the silent man, he stopped just beside the only standing wheel that was attached just *Barely* To the wagon by a singular bolt. His eyes softened into a concerned, guilty look, his ears slowly lowering as regret welled up within his chest with a greater ache. With a final glance of the remnants of Ally's things that surrounded them, he finally broke the silence with just four words; \"It could be worse...?\" His tone came across as almost jokingly, but it was uncertain, shaky and even hopeful. He leaned against the wagon, placing his hand on top of the singular, standing wheel but just the weight of his hand alone- sent the wheel snapping off the bolt, falling instantly onto the wet ground."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He was snapped out of his thoughts as Dava approached the wagon, his gaze suddenly turning into venom and hatred. It didn't matter so much that his few belongings were everywhere- *The horse was gone, the wagon was broken, and they were in the middle of nowhere.* He stared in disbelief, *It could be worse?* He didn't see how! His glare turned into storm clouds- a storm slowly growing- as he gawked as the last pitiful wheel broke when Dava leaned against the wagon, his mouth parting in horror.\n\nWhat was wrong with Dava? He pulled the bird cage closer and blinked, letting out a slow sigh- this had to be counted as one of the worst days of his life. His hands slowly started trembling- not from the pain, or cold, screw that, but out of the anger that welled up inside him, and steamed from his ears. He slammed the bird cage down just a little harder then intended, Blitz letting out a shriek. **\"It could be worse?!\"** He snapped, outrage in his voice. What were they going to do! It was still freezing, they were injured, he didn't have much food since Dava knocked it all out when he first raided the wagon, and Ally didn't really have the proper supplies for being outdoors in weather like this! He couldn't stand looking at Dava for *One second longer.* He felt despair well in his eyes, anger bursting at the seams, **\"How could it be f\n\nHe fell silent and clenched his fists- it didn't matter what Dava did, now that his wagon was broken what was he supposed to do?! All that work he put in to buy it and this halfwit destroyed it! He didn't just destroy the wagon, he'd ruined his daughters necklace! Chased away his horse! Perhaps Ally had been a prick but he didnt destroy any of Dava's belongings, he even tried to be nice after their fight! He didn't even know where to start, he just gave Dava a warning look. **\"Get. Your. *Filthy hands.* Off. My. Wagon.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Watching the wheel pop off, rolling into a slow circle until it fell, sending the wagon collapsing hard onto the ground. He winced at the sudden drop of the wagon and felt a sharp chill sweep over his body. His eyes were locked at the ground as he felt the burning, piercing glare without even turning in that general direction.His ears lowered once Ally began to go off and it took nearly everything within himself to meet Ally's direct glare but even then, he didn't like the Breton raising his voice. \"Look I... I didn't mean for this all to happen—honest!\"He raised his hands up defensively, eyes locking in on Ally's hands to reassure himself he wasn't about to get bludgeoned by another cooking appliance—His expression softened as he gradually lowered his head.Had he really intended for all of this to happen..?No!Of course not!Why was he beginning to feel sorry?!He shouldn't.But no matter how many times he shook his head frantically,he couldn't brush off the feeling of remorse as he watched Ally explode with anger and pure fury.He stepped away from the collapsed wagon and that's when a glistening reflection caught his eye.It was the ruby bird centerpiece,laying almost untouched onto a small pebble beside his boot.He crouched to lift it up, inspecting it before wiping it. He waltzed over to the bed of the wagon and spotted the golden chain almost instantly,caught between the separation panel.He walked around,retrieving the chain before holding the two pieces of the fragmented necklace together... It was really valuable necklace... But... His want and compulsive need for something like this wasn't nearly as strong as the guilt that pained him in his chest.Should he *Attempt* To give it back..? It was the thought that counts..? He slowly but surely approached Ally again, being careful not to startled him. \"Here.. It's not... Completely broken. I'm sure you could fix it considering the ruby only snapped from the chain..\" He mumbled,not quite ready to face Ally's gaze directly."
},
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "His brows lowered and squeezed closer together, a dark shadow cast across his amber orbs as he glared at Dava. His face contorted with rage and he threw his hands up, he might not of had anything to hit Dava with but he was more then ready too. He had a sinking feeling of despair, he just wanted to wake up from this nightmare! He was honestly clueless about what to *Do.* All he knew was he was pissed, and when Dava tried to give him back the necklace he erupted in anger. His face contorted and he spat, his eyes burning. The forest held it's breath for a moment before Ally's voice trembled with rage and he raised it until it was a howl, echoing through the landscape. **\"You didn't mean for all this to happen!? Oh, I'm sure you didn't but I'd you would've have listened to me it *Wouldn't* Of happened you careless halfwit!\"** He snarled, shaking his hands up and down, his face was flushed red with anger and he stepped forward, snatching the necklace and swinging it aggressively in Dava's face- almost in disbelief. He continued on, yelling his head off, and even if Dava tried to yell back he'd raise his voice and just continue onward. **\"Have you ever thought about *Me* This entire time or are you that selfish? What am I going to do when we get out of this!? My horse is gone. My wagon is broken. And on top of that your just *Assuming* I know how to fix the necklace?! I don't have the money to pay for a new wagon if we can't fix it! But then again it doesn't matter because I won't be able to pay for another f\n\nHe threw the necklace into the back of the wagon and turned his back to Dava, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe this, he thought, trudging with a little limp through the pebbly mush and sighing, trying to subdue the thought of murdering Dava as he looked out over the dark river. He breathed, clenching his hands. It didn't matter what he said or did now- the wagon was broken. He tried to distract himself by thinking what to do next but his energy was completely sapped and he feared he might give himself a permanent injury if he didn't rest. His shoulder was killing him from where he had been kicked and he think he had hit his leg funny. He knew how to use restorative powers but he didn't have the strength to do it right now, so maybe if he got some rest in the morning he'd have enough energy to treat himself. He glanced at Dava from the side of his vision, and maybe that pompous brat if he could calm down enough.\n\nIn a shaky voice he turned to Dava and snapped, **\"Make a damn fire over there and I'll see what I can do about shelter. Unless you'd rather freeze tonight. In the morning we can think of what to do.\"** He didn't give Dava time to respond and stormed away towards the wreckage, trying to distract himself by puzzling over how to build a shelter."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Having the necklace, swung so aggressively back in his face, he nearly scoffed, all previous feelings of remorse abandoning him into a harsh, bitter cold feeling of resentment. He didn't mean for this to happen! All he wanted was that necklace and he went through all this trouble of returning it even after he initially stole it! He watched bitterly as Ally stormed off in the opposite direction, most likely going to return with another bloody pot of his for him to bludgeon Dava with. A fire didn't sound to awful, he knew how to make one! Taking in a deep inhale, he set off to gather nearby pieces of wood, slowly gathering up a pile of sticks onto the driest part of the ground. With a new objective in mind, he sat down in the criss-cross position, leaning forward as he carefully held two sticks, trying to rub them together to create friction. After what felt like five minutes has passed—but in reality was not even one minute had gone by—the one of the twigs snapped, causing Dava to huff in annoyance. He retrieved another stick to repeat the same routine until that twig broke! Agitation was welling up within him as he continuously snapped each twig and by the time he clutched the branch of wood within his hand, he just dumped it angrily into the pile. Like this was his fault! All he wanted was either a hot date or a new piece for his jewelry collection! No... He should calm down. The last thing that was needed was for one of them to snap and decide to commit a homicide in a fit of rage. *Which by all means wouldn't be him.* \n\n\"What a prude... *Im* The selfish one, oh that's rich.. Let's see how selfish I am when I shove my foot up his a—\" A rude, obnoxious screech cut him off mid-sentence, instigating a spark of anger to rumble within him. \"Oh can it, you stupid vulture! If you weren't that damn psychopath's daedra, I wouldn't be considering spit-roasting you over the fire!\" But... What fire? The fire he couldn't *Start?* This... Perhaps was the wrong task for him.."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He rustled around in his belongings and grabbed all the blankets he could find. He wasn't sure how well this was going to turn out but he just wanted a comfortable spot to lay and if they could built a fire and block out most of the wind it should be fine until morning. Usually Ally was down south and had his wagon so he would normally just string up a hammock and sleep in that- not to mention he usually slept during the day. He took this as a chance to ignore Dava, taking out his bright sparkling anger in making a shelter- probably a little more complicated then it needed to be. He looked at the location of the fire and then found a dry enough spot not too far away infront of some trees that should manage to break the wind. He took a couple of large branches he found and huffed as he leaned them up against two trees before covering them with thin sheets to try and patch up the holes. It was pathetic, to say the least.\n\nBranches were spread out in a cross-cross manner between two trees with a sheet on them but it would work to block out any wind coming from that direction. He went back to the wagon and dug around till he found a little carpet and rolled it down on the space infront of the little wall he'd made, then he threw the rest of his fur blankets down. He slapped his hands together and breathed, *This was fine!* Totally fine. He could make it work. He breathed in and out, looking over the bedding, of course Dava didn't mean for it to escalate this far but that didn't change the fact that what happened happened and they couldn't take it back now. Ally just needed to think positive! He could go back and salvage what was left of the wheels, get the pots back, maybe track down Vigilance. You know, *It was fine.* It didn't matter that the wagon was broken. As long as they survived. \n\nHe finally turned to Dava to see how well the fire was going and froze up, that momentary calmness being torn away. What was he doing? He growled and watched for a moment- oh this was just gold! Perhaps he would've laughed at him but he wasn't in the mood. **\"Just bring the wood over here and I'll do it!\"** He barked."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Without a glance in Ally's general direction, he gave up upon rubbing sticks together. He grabbed the nearest rocks and resorting to scraping them together—this would work! Or... The idea was there.. But there was no sparks as Dava continously banged the stones together with a very concentrated expression. Why wasn't it working? No, no—it'll work! Just... Not yet.\n\nUpon hearing Ally's unnecessary demand, he dropped the stones impulsively, shooting Ally the sharpest glare yet. \"Excuse me? Don't you fucking dare boss me around!\" He stood up hastily, clenching his hands into fists. He stormed over towards Ally, only ceasing in his tracks until he was looming down at the shorter Breton. \"I'm sick of your constant complaining and bossing—hit me all you want but I don't wanna hear *Shit* About me being selfish or not attempting to help!\" He snapped, his tone completely different from how it was mere seconds ago, this was his peak—he could be berated and tossed around—he was used to that! But the constant whining and bitching was so utterly unnecessary! Davaras gave Ally a hard shove, relishing in the slight step backwards that had to be taken to regain his balance. \"Since you believe your narcissistic ass can do better—by all means! Go make your stupid fire! See if I care! I'll go make myself useful and *Try* To gather something we can eat!\" Before awaiting an answer, he stormed off towards the wagon to retrieve his scarf. He was enraged, his breathing was heavy and hot as he rummaged the back of the wagon for not only his scarf but anything salvageable. What a fucking prude! Dava couldn't help the tears that pricked his eyes but he hurried to dab them with his scarf, wrapping it around for comfort than the numbing cold. His patience was worn thin and if that asshole wanted to start the fire—by all means! He was done! He'll make something to eat if he was allowed to without *Someone* Breathing down his neck!"
},
{
"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He flinched when he heard the rocks being banged together, his teeth gritting- *Ugh*! Could Dava just stop! He'd do the fire, he didn't care at this point! Ally gripped his cold ears with his hands, spinning around to glare at Dava. **\"If you could make yourself anything but *Useless*, maybe I would stop!\"** He hissed, pulling his cloak tighter around him. He kept his gaze stubbornly locked on Dava, looking up at the taller man with eyes that glittered like amber flames even when he looked over him. He was complaining to Ally! Why? He was selfish and he wasn't helping! Ally didn't try to take his things, he hadn't tried to ruin him belongings, he didn't- just- JUST *UGH*! Dava stormed away before he could think of anything to say, his sharp faze following him.\n\nYou know what, it didnt matter! It really didn't! This idiot could just go do whatever he wanted, Ally wasn't his babysitter. As long as Ally was comfortable it didn't matter what fate befalls that halfwit. He felt a surge of anger- the last one he'd be able to manage that day- and turned to the wood pile Dava had made. His eyes glinted with lividness as he stormed over to the scraps of a fire Dava had built, kicking the broken sticks into a pile before reaching out his hand and letting an explosion of heat erupt from his fingers, his anger fueling the bright flames.\n\nThe sudden light was brilliant but blinded him and he pulled his eyes away harshly from the light before blindly placing his hand on the branches, ignoring the searing of the heat as he pressed his hand against the wood and watched as the fire trickled throughout the pile. He pulled his hand away and shook it to get rid of the leftover heat, sighing at the remarkable warmth that rippled off the brilliant flames. Whatever Dava did now didn't matter to him, after that he felt a huge crash of exhaustion and moseyed on over to the shelter complaining under his breath. He sat down on the furry blankets with his back turned to Dava, taking a moment to relax- at least he was sort of warm now? And if Dava was going to find food (which he probably wasn't) maybe Ally could get some sleep in."
},
{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "After rummaging through the wagon, all he could find was horse feed, a couple of juniper and snow berries, a couple of frozen rats.. Ew, and now a couple of apples. It wasn't... So... Bad? A creeping feeling of guilt swept over him as he stared down at the salvaged materials before him. Maybe he was a bit harsh.. Of course, that prude was unreasonable but he did try more than once to be civil! \n\nHe couldn't feel his fingertips as he brushed them against the cold fruit. Was this really all they had to survive off of..? Carefully picking up the fruit, he approached the huddled figure by the fire. And boy did it feel warm.. He shot a sideways glance to Ally and his eyes widened at the sight of him dozing off. Should he ask about the fruit as of now...? His gaze lingered on the drifting figure, his outline highlighted by the brightness of the fire. Had he really been uselesss..? His ears lowered.. Useless. A common adjective used to describe him. With a quick shake of his head, he pushed himself to walk back to the wagon to at least organize their food supply. Carefully placing the fruit in a separate satchel, he sighed in exhaustion. What he'd give to sleep by now... He was freezing, sore and an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion swept over him. He tends to overthink the longer he stays up and the last thing he *Needed* Was to think self-deprecating thoughts at mere morning! He hung his head low as his eyes slowly shut, he leaned against the wagon, well-aware he was still standing. How peaceful things were now.. But no matter how long he stood there, sleep did not come to him. He pushed himself off the wagon to remove the chest-plate of his uniform. The armour made his body ache but it just *Barely* Shielded him from the cold. No matter,he could always huddle by the fire. Not that Ally would notice by now... With a very slow removal of his armour,he sat down on the ground,observing the sleeping Breton across the blazing flames of the fire. *Maybe... He was an idiot.*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister woke up to a sharp headache, his body chilled to the core. He hadn't meant to doze off but his body had forced him too, utterly worn- and still worn- from the night before. He grit his teeth and pushed himself up from the fur blankets, his eyes squeezed tightly, throwing the warm blankets off his worn and still bloodied body. At least he was dry now. *What time was it?* He cracked open his eyes and immediately hissed at the blinding light, a shock ran through his head and his eyes burned and he quickly shut his eyes and threw himself back under the blankets. Dammit! Although his eyes sensitivity was partly because he'd woken up, the patches of snow around them did no help and would make it more painful to look around then usual. He tossed under the blankets, ignoring the aches in his body. *What had even happened the night before?* He loosely tried to remembered but in an early morning daze he couldn't recall exact details- *The wagon broke, that idiot... Where was that idiot?* \n**\n**\n\nHe ignored his own discomfort, rubbing the patch of dried blood on his face as he went through his pockets under the blanket- continually getting tangled in the fabrics until he found a thin black veil in one of his pockets. He pulled it out, and once more struggled as he wrapped it around his head and covered his eyes before he threw the blanket off and looked around, stretching his arms out and yawning. He looked around, easily seeing through the veil that acted like a little shade from the sun, for his 'companion'. He didn't initially want to fall asleep last night in case he stole something and ran but would that really be a bad thing? He gave up his search as soon as his initial scan of the camp ended without noticing him, and he pushed himself agonizingly to his feet. Apart from the dull head ache his body still hurt- not as bad as yesterday because of the potion which had quickly restored his sapped energy and started healing the wounds already, and he wasn't going to complain now since after he ate he would use some restoration magic. Ally got up and unhooked his cloak which was latched with a silver pin under the tight neckace he was still wearing, and then he took that off too, throwing them both in a little pile next to the dead fire. The day was warmer then yesterday at least, and his black clothes would keep him warm enough for now. Allister shook his head and glanced around real quick looking for Dava, his ears pricking at the sound of the river rumbling by on his right, and the sound of morning birds. It seemed generally peaceful compared to last night. With a yawn he made his way over to Blitz's cage to check on his little companion, moving the curtain aside so he could look at\n\nThe little white bird. He'd cut up some meat for her then feed himself first, then wash up and finish healing himself (he still looked like a mess, loose bandages dangling off his arms and blood still smeared on parts of his body, and his hair was wild, silver strands mixing with ginger ones; he'd passed out before he could take care of any of that.) hopefully before Dava showed up. He really wasn't in the mood for another fight so if he could just wake up a bit first maybe he'd be ready to deal with him if he came back. Or maybe he was there and the tired Ally didn't notice."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Walking back after a quick dip in the freezing river, he spotted the soft outline of the Breton near the god-forsaken bird. *Ugh.. They were meant for each other.* He walked back with just his pants hanging off his waist and while he didn't particularly like the cold, he wasn't about to start today off by complaining. It was certainly warmer than it had been the night before but he simply ran his bandaged hand through his wet hair, attempting to tousle it to its usual style. He felt *Much* Better despite the lack of rest he couldn't receive. He approached Ally with a puzzled expression... He must've just woken up due to his disheveled appearance. \"Morning, sedura. How'd ya sleep? You crashed pretty hard last night, y'know.\" He muttered with a small smile, might as well try to be kind despite the events that all happened yesterday. By all means, he was still a stuck-up jerk but.. After doing a lot of thinking throughout the night, *Maybe,* Just *Maybe* He escalated things just as much as Ally had. *Not that he would willingly admit that.* \n\nHe was carrying his satchel filled with several various berries and a bowl of fresh water, heading over to the wagon to place both items down gently. \"If I were you, I'd get cleaned up, helps with the wounds.\" His voice was soft and slurred almost, his accent being thick with exhaustion. With further observation, he clearly hadn't slept one wink as his movements were much slower. He reached for another satchel, tossing it in Ally's general direction. Within there were more rolls of bandages and even a health potion! \"There, while you were asleep, I salvaged a lot of your things and even crafted a health potion for you. Might help with that headache.\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally clicked his tongue and tapped his fingers on the cold metal bars, Blitz's speckled wings stirring and her head popping up to look at him with yellow eyes. *At least he still had one friend around.* He unclipped the cage and stretched out his arm, the bird with all her little chirps and cricks spreading her wings and fluttering to his arm, quickly climbing up his shoulder into Ally's mane of hair. He winced as he claws pinched his skin but didn't make any complaints- usually she was more feisty if he didn't let her out the night before but he just assumed they were both too exhausted to start their friendly banter. He closed his eyes and reached up, pressing two fingers into her feathers and stroking the birds back as she hopped around on his shoulder- wincing as she suddenly shrieked in his ear. \n\nAllister turned his sleepy amber gaze up, tapping the bird in the beak as if to tell her to shut up. Her wings spread and she leaned over on Ally's shoulder, her head turned to Dava- clearly she didn't have a pleasant thought about him either. *Gosh, wasn't Dava freezing?* He found himself looking him up and down- maybe focusing a bit too hard- with the same icy glare he always had, his eyes squinting, but he didnt say anything after the last time he tried to \"Boss\" Dava around and simply shrugged it off, turning his attention to Blitz as she pecked at the little veil around his eyes, searching for attention. \n\nHe didn't want to start of the day badly, surprisingly sharing that common opinion with Dava.\n**\n**\n\n**\"I'm not going to dunk myself in freezing water-\"** He muttered half-heartedly, glancing around for a pot. Perhaps he could fix up the fire and heat up some water and use that? It'd be easier to wip off any dried blood and he could heat up some extra water to make something, just plain snowberries didn't seem satisfactory- plus he could heat up one of Blitz's frozen rats! Maybe he could make a soup out of it? Snowberries, those could help them against the cold, rat chunks for protein, and maybe he could see what other berries Dava had picked and slice up some of the fruit he still had! He snapped his fingers in delight as he thought to himself- actually smiling at the prospect of food.\n\nFeeling a spring in his step he caught the bag without complaint, shrugging gently- **\"*Perfect.* Did you get any of those pots you threw? We can make a quick little stew for breakfast, eh?\"** He murmured- his voice much softer and soothing then before when he was angry. He downed the potion without complaint before bending down to gather some rogue twigs and working on reigniting the fire, Blitz crawling onto his back to look at Dava- hopefully if she decides to attack Ally would be able to grab her beforehand."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Raising an eyebrow at the sudden change in attitude, he wasn't necessarily complaining. Dava silently rummaged around in the wagon, before extending his hand clutching the small, metal pot that was obviously washed earlier within the day. \"Wouldn't you know it, it's the same pot you painted with my blood.\" He remarked slyly, his friendly smile shifting into a smug smirk. \"But if you're cooking, by all means. I organized what supplies we had in the satchel, though I'd ration it—it's not much.\" He simply shrugged, not having any qualms or things to nit-pick about Ally's sudden change in demeanor. If he wanted to make stew, by all means, he could do whatever he pleases. \n\nThe more he thought about the prospect of food, the more his mouth suddenly watered. When was the last time he ate...? Counting the number of fingers on his injured hand, he... Forgot. It certainly was over four... Days? That wasn't... Bad...? His stomach growled rather loudly, causing his ears to lower in slight embarrassment. \"Stew does sound kinda nice...\" He mumbled, after walking towards the slight snuffed out fire. \"Though you might need to start this fire back up, Sedura. It's kinda out.. I tried to keep it lit but I also didn't want to wake you up.\" Maybe he should retrieve more firewood? This morning wasn't... Too bad. He didn't understand why he was so afraid at the aspect of Ally waking up. They were... Surprisingly getting along. Would it last...?? Sneaking a glance towards Ally, he quickly turned away. Well, the faster they could get along and work together, the faster he could get some sleep in the wagon. Assuming if they get the wagon fixed... He did retrieve all the wheels last night so technically, they could repair the wheels! He sat down by the snuffed fire, leaning his head back, basking in sleep deprivation. *What he wouldn't give for something to eat and long nap afterwards..* He didn't have the energy to question why Ally was wearing such weird eye apparel. Not that it mattered."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally rolled his eyes but took the pot anyways, placing it beside the fireplace. How was he going to do this? He lost his cooking supplies apart from the pots. He wondered what he could find in the wreckage. He stood up and walked over to the wagon, leaning down and bopping Blitz on her foot so she'd jump down and sit on the wagon instead while he cooked- but the bird seemed to have other plans when she flapped her wings and took off into the air towards the river. He rustled around I what was left in the back of the wagon and what Dava had brought back,perking at the sight of wheels and other items he thought were missing. His hand momentarily grazed the broken necklace before he got distracted by what he was searching for. He pulled out one of those stands you could hang pots on and before he went back over to the fire grabbed a few pieces of wood he found lying around. He stumbled back to the fire and wasted no time in igniting it, testing his hand by using a small fire spell to get it going. It still hurt and was weak but once he ate he should have enough strength! \n\nAs Ally gripped the pot and set everything up he spoke, **\"We'll hunt later so we'll be fine, there's lots of snowberries around here too, so in any case we won't starve.\"** He thought, blinking up at the sky. His bow, he wondered if that fell out of the wagon... In any case his spear would work fine if he was careful enough. In no time Ally was ready to begin cooking. He poured the water into the pot, before stringing two rats up by their tails to thaw besides it before going to gather more ingredients.\n\nAs far as Dava knew the rats were for the bird- but Ally had other plans. He poked through the wagon and pulled out snowberries, two apples, and the other scarce berries Dava had brought back. *This wasn't much...* Ally vanished for a moment behind the cart before coming back with some mountain flowers that were nearly shriveled up and dry. His eyes momentarily grazed over the horse feed but this should be enough. He set the supplies down before plopping down next to the fire, patiently waiting for the water to heat up. After separating some of the water from the main batch he began to slice up the apples and when the water began to boil he dumped them in, and then he added handfuls of smashed snowberries into the mix, before sprinkling the crushed little flowers in. It didn't smell bad but was basically just a watery thing of plants, not very nutritious- that would change after he added in the rats, the main ingredient. He leaned forward and pinched their pudgy bellies before deciding they were thawed enough and pulled them off the rack. He took out the dagger he'd used earlier to knock Dava out- blood still on the hilt- and sliced the rats bellies open and pulled off the pelts. He then began to separate the bones from the other parts of the rats and split the pile of meat and guts into two before dumping one of the piles into the soup with a loud '*Plush*'. Perfect!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras leaned back to take in the warmth of the fire as it was started up again. He closed his eyes and listened to the stubborn Breton begin to set up his cooking station. What was he going to make..? He mentioned a stew but not that he thought about it, you couldnt make stew with.. Well... A bunch of fruit. Oh! What if he made jam! An apple jam with perhaps berries as a separate side to go along with it! He loved sweets.. He instinctively smiled as his imagination pondered. Oh a shame there wasnt any blue berries, those were his absolute favourite! He took in the sweet scent that was released from berries being smushed and crushed together and he couldn't help but widened his grin as imagined the delicious jam for after such a stressful night!Too bad it'll take the majority if not all the fruits to make the jam.Though, Ally didn't seem too concerned with the low supply of ingredients. \n\nUpon mentioning hunting,Davaras frowned slightly. Its not that he wasn't particularly against hunting but he would've preferred to have sweets and pastries over meat but he shouldn't complain. Especially not now, when their food was heavily limited.What would they even hunt in this frozen wasteland anyways..? Well if that's what Ally wanted, he couldn't oppose much to it.\"If you say so, Sedura..\" \n\nBefore having the opportunity to strike up a separate conversation, a terrible odor intertwined with the once sweet scent of berries.He immediately pulled his scarf over his nose as he grimaced bitterly. \"Ugh... What is that?\" He slowly sat up, beginning to peek at what atrocity was being cooked up over in Ally's little prepping station. His eyes widened at the sight of.. Rats?! ***What?!*** \n\nHe immediately shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief with a repulsive feeling within his gut. \"Are those rats?!\" He questioned sickly, shooting a quick sideways glance to the direction of the wagon as if to check if it was the same frozen rats he purposefully separated from the rest of the food."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "The sour odor filled Ally's nostrils but he didn't mind! Perhaps the soup wasn't going to be heavenly but it would be effective. He used a stick to mix the meat and berries together, unsure where his mixing spoon had gone, peering over the bubbling pot. *There we go*, after the meat was cooked they'd be able to eat but Ally's stomach started to growl- *He really wanted food now.* He smiled to himself as though it were any other day, he often made random soups out of things he found, some even more atrocious then what he was creating now. Periodically he tried to make pies and sweets but he wasn't sure what to do, plus he always ended up burning them, or... Sometimes he'd wake up with a surprisingly full stomach in the middle of nowhere, we won't mention that. \n\nHe looked at the other half of the meat and used the knife to fold it into a little pile. If Blitz didn't find something to eat on her adventure she could have the rest when she got back. \n\nAlly nearly jumped and snapped his head over to Dava as he jumped up, his eyes narrowing. *What?* Was something wrong? *What is that?* He glanced at the soup and blinked, **\"Of course they are, what do you think? We need to get some protein from something.\"** He scoffed, rolling his amber eyes under the thin black cloth. Please tell him Dava wasn't going to make a fuss about this? **\"Your not going to start getting upset because I'm *Cooking* Are you? Don't even start if you are!\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras stared wide-eyed at the chunks of rat that floated to the top of... Whatever broth Ally was hoping to create! Just looking at it made him sick! No way—was he going to have *Rat stew* For breakfast! \n\n\"Protein? Hah! You call *That* Protein? Please tell me you're kidding, that... That *This* Isn't what you're planning on serving..?\" His eyes quickly darted to Ally with almost a pleading look to them. As if pleading aloud, he sensed Ally was serious without even needing to hear the confirmation. He pinched the bridge of his nose before deciding to take action. He was hungry and if he was going to be stuck with this ungrateful prude, he might as well put a stop to this mess. Without waiting another moment to breath in that foul stench, he grabbed the pot handle and pulled it away from the stand. \"I can't stand to witness anymore of *This.\"* With a pained grimance, he turned his head away as he walked towards the river, dumping the pot over, emptying its contents. \"I feel nauseous just holding the pot..\" He swiftly lowered the pot within the flowing water, thoroughly washing it out. He headed towards the wagon, wiping the pot clean with a cloth, gathering his own ingredients, luckily that *Culinary* Dunce didn't use up much of the fruit. \n\nReturning to the cooking set up, he gently pushed Ally aside, pointing sternly towards the opposite direction of the pot stand. \"Go over there if you want to throw your temper tantrum, you'll be thankful later.\" And with that, he proceeded to ignore the Breton's presence as he tossed Ally's dagger and *Makeshift* Wooden branch behind him haphazardly. *Won't be needing those.* Dava spotted his own dagger beside his armour and made sure to wipe it profusely clean before cutting up the fruit swiftly and almost in a professional manner. He retrieved the bowl of water he had set out before to pour into the pot. Finally.. A small smile graced his lips as he effortlessly crushed the berries. Now hopefully Ally can step aside.."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally's eyes narrowed and he swung his hand up in exasperation, was Dava serious?! He rolled his eyes and mixed the stew, there were better things but this definitely didn't look that bad- sure, *Maybe* It stank! He pulled his eyes away from Dava and scoffed, **\"We have limited food supplies don't tell me your complaining. Unless you want to go find something else, you have no right to complain!\"** He muttered, his body stiffening as Dava walked over, his head slowly turning. No! What was he doing?! Ally reached out his hand for the pot but nearly burned himself in the process. **\"Hey! Don't throw that out!\"** He snarled, crossing his arms. What was Dava planning to do? He wasn't going to dump that out? He felt sickened as he watched Dava dump it out in the river, sadness replacing his anger- what? He didn't really just dump that out!? His ears drooped and he blinked, nervously rubbing his hands together. Even if Dava didn't want that he did! Couldn't they have saved it! His nose twitched when Dava came back and he didn't register Dava was there until he was shoved. Without taking any of his items he scrambled to his feet and gave Dava a sickened glare.**\"I can't believe you just wasted that, ugh!\"** \n\nAnd with that he was set on completely ignoring Dava this time. He snatched up the small thing of warm water he'd left out for himself and marched over to the wagon, huffing and puffing about wasted food. He couldn't believe that idiot just dumped all that! That could have lasted them for a while! He shot Dava a side glare as he sat down on the wagon, a sharp snap heard. He turned his eyes from Dava, despair glittering in them. *All that wasted food*, he grumbled to himself. \n**\n**\n\nSince he wasn't eating anymore and his meal had been wasted I guess he could just skip to the part where he cleaned himself. He reached into a lone back under the wagon, immediately recognizing it from the pungent scent of flowers. He pulled out a small cloth, a comb, and a vile of soap. He spent the rest of the time pressing warm water and scrubbing himself with the flowers soap, even trying to rub some of the blood off his clothes. He searched through the bag, moving the black cloth so he was able to smear red paint under his eyes before letting the cloth drift back over his face. *Now for his hair*. He looked at the matted mess, at least this would be a good distraction from the water food. He began to meticulously pull the silver strands of his hair to the front and used the comb to start brushing out clumps, and if he ran into blood used the warm water to get that out. But he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over to Dava in interest, his nose twitching as the smell of berries filled his mouth, if he could create something tasty... Then... *Oh!* Wasted food was wasted food! \n\nPretty soon Ally was almost done cleaning himself up, clumping his red hair together into a little bun and letting the white strands flow over his shoulder. He used magic to heal the worst of the aches that the potions earlier had missed and felt strength flow once more into his body- but he still felt weakened by his angry stomach. He looked over at Dava and leaned back agaisnt the wood, instead opting to watch him- this better be good especially after he wasted Ally's food!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Pleasantly watching Ally turn away sourly, he continued on smushing the berries with the hilt of his *Clean* Dagger. He shuddered as he recalled Ally using the bloody dagger to cook! How desperate do you have to be to do something as repulsive as that? If he recalled correctly.. Wasn't he the one who threw a huge tantrum over the fact he bandaged his broken wrist after getting into that brawl? Complaining about other people's blood and all? Pfft, now that was hypocritical.. He smiled to himself as he separated the freshly pounded berries from the drained juice. And carefully, he poured the drained, pulpy juice into the boiling water as he continued to ground the drained berries together. Finally added the drained berries within the pot, he glanced around for something to stir with. After a moment, he decided upon using the same dagger to stir, it was odd but it was clean and certainly not some pathetic branch! By Vivec, he couldn't stand to remember such a crime as that Breton attempting to cook...\n\nHastily returning to the wagon, he ignored Ally's cleaning session to dig through the satchel of fruit he had brought back, and well... These berries were meant for their travels but since this repulsive, barbaric lunatic wanted to create something horrific, they were low on fruit. He retrieved the berries and dumped them carelessly within the pot, taking in the sweet aroma. He cleaned his dagger yet again with the cloth, turning his attention to the apples he luckily saved from that maniac. He sliced them very quickly, to anyone that wasn't used to being in the kitchen, they'd probably lose a finger but not Dava!Slicing the apple in mere seconds,he set it aside in a separate bowl. His gaze returned to the pot and a grin appeared on his lips as the jam began to appear foamy, but just as thick and creamy as needed! He removed the pot as he reached for two separate bowls to divide the jam up between. He carefully decorated the top of the jam with snowberries. *\"Done.\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Thankfully he'd finished cleaning only a little before Dava- he was in the right mood, hungry and feeling better after his little pampering session, where he sat at the edge of the wagon and swooned. *Not over Dava, over the food and the way he was preparing it.* All previous arguments could be lost, was he really cooking this expertly? Even for a thief this was impressive and almost mesmerizing to watch! Ally was melting over the smell, the foaming scent of berries and fruits flowing through his nose. \n\nWhen he saw Dava start to divide the jam up he quietly hopped down from the wagon- maybe he was stubborn but he was no fool! Plus food was his biggest weakness, even if his greatest enemy offered him food and then insulted him the entire time he'd still be in a good mood!- anyways he realized that he was practically starving! He nodded his head firmly, they could have a truce so they could both enjoy this meal, actually it didn't matter, he wouldn't engage with Dava's nonsense he would just enjoy the food. He crept up behind Dava to admire- looking like a new man both physically and in emotion, his cold gaze perked with interest and didn't hold any aggression as he looked over Dava's shoulder at the bowls. \n\nWhen he caught Dava's eye as he pronounced he was finally finished he gave him a nod of *Acknowledgement*, plopping down on the ground hastily next to his friend. *Until the meal was over.* And without a single word picked up the bowl in both his hands and admired the presentation of the food for a moment, his eyes glittering. The last time he ate must have been one hundred days ago after looking at this! **\"Im surprised but have no complaints at the outcome of this situation-\"** He promptly murmured, **\"Your efforts are... Much obliged\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He nearly jumped noticing that little creep behind him but he seemed rather... Content? Davaras carefully followed Ally to sit down and before he could even take in his jam's presentation—his ears caught the words. *The words of surrender.* \n\n*Ohohoho,* Was this him being *Appreciative?* Davaras decided to bask in this victory. His signature sly smirk creeped upon his lips as he gazed at Ally expectantly. \"Is that your way of saying *'thank you?'\"* He snickered, taking in the sweet scent of his jam and victory in such a few words. \"You know, a proper thanks would be if you thanked me in my own language, *Juohn.\"* He carefully lifted the bowl to his lips, slipping the hot, frothy jam. It was really sweet and even the snowberries added a sweet, cold contrast to the hot, smooth jam! \"Much better than your *Rat stew,* Wouldn't you agree?\" He lowered the bowl, feeding into the urge to continue teasing the Breton beside him. \"If you want, I can let you recreate your stew for later if you hate the jam.\" The smug smirk only widened as he knew that Ally would never in a million years, try to recreate such an atrocity. Especially not after this! He had to hand it to himself—he still is plenty resourceful! How's that for *Useless!* He continued to down his bowl as he would occasionally stop to pluck an apple slice from a separate bowl meant for the both of them. Even the apple slices were cut to perfection! All still fresh from being cut within a mere minute! *\"So...?\"* He prompted, awaiting Ally's confirmation that, *Dava, was indeed, not an idiot, buffoon, nitwit, and he was very, very appreciative of this meal rather than his repulsive rat stew.*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister scoffed, he was going to have a nice meal, he wasn't going to feed into Dava's ego! He brought the bowl to his mouth, drinking in the sweet smell before pushing it against his mouth and tilting the bowl back. It didn't take him long until he'd downed the *Entire* Bowl. It was so sweet! So delicious! So rich! And warm! It was perfect! He loved it so much! He hadn't eaten something like this in forever! He smiled rather contently, licking the remnants in the bowl much like a dog. For a \"Noble\" He really lacked proper manners. As soon as he had finished polishing the bowl clean he looked at Dava and raised the bowl up towards him much like a child, a splash of jam smeared on his cheek. \n\nFor being such a cold a$$ this entire time it probably would of surprised Dava to see a glitter of happiness in his eyes. Ally wasn't a complete barbarian, he knew when he was eating good food and was happy about it! **\"I will admit you skills are better then expected!\"** He murmured, careful with his wording. He was still dealing with the thief that broke his wagon, he couldn't be too kind now. But for saving them from hunger, he hated it, but perhaps Dava deserved it just for this food. Plus Ally already knew he was going to force him to make more food in the future! It was almost lunch time, wasn't it? **\"Johun\"** He mumbled, turning over the words in his head, rubbing his chin gently... Oh please, maybe he was being too kind now! \n\nHe forced his gaze away and set the bowl down with a little plop, he was still hungry and could go for more food but... Ally shook his head and grumbled. **\"Just because you can cook don't expect me to let you off for my wagon! Anyways put your damn shirt on and let's get to work, I might be able to fix the wheels depending on how bad *You* Broke them.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Pausing to reach for an apple slice, his movements ceased when he watched Ally down the whole bowl in just a minute! He was visibly taken aback as he sworn he saw a smile! *A smile!* And he even began licking the bowl! Dava let out a small chuckle at the odd and rare sight just beside him. He finished his bowl, before gathering his and Ally's dishes, stacking them together and setting them aside onto the ground. \"Of course my skills are better than expected! What, just because I'm a thief I shouldn't know how to be resourceful?\" He questioned skeptically, a smile still present on his face. He wasn't going to point up the smeared jam on Ally's cheek just yet! It would be rather hilarious to watch how long the lunatic could go without noticing. \n\n*\"Juohn.\"* He corrected, taking pride in for the mispronouncation. \"But after this—\" He reached out his arms above his head, stretching his aching muscles and let out a soft yawn. \"I could use a nap.\" He got to his feet, grabbing the dishes alongside him to wash within the river. He was beyond content! His jam was delicious and even better, that prude thanked him for it! He snickered as he snuck a glimpse of the jam that was still smeared on Ally's face. As he collected the clean dishes, he returned back to the wagon, still chuckling about how silly Ally looked. He couldn't even take him seriously with that jam smeared on his cheek! \n\nWith a quick hop onto the wagon bed, he laid on his back, basking in the sun as he extended his arms behind his head. Closing his eyes, he remarked with a sultry grin; \"Well, whaddya waiting for? The wagon wheels aren't going to fix themselves, Sedura.\" He let out another mischievous snicker, feeling the intense glare that was about to be shot at him in mere seconds."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "If only Dava was more resourceful. But in any case maybe he got stuck with the right person, good thing he didn't kill Dava? Maybe... Ally kicked his lips, noticing the sweet flavor that was still on his face. He used his finger to wipe the remains off his cheek and into his mouth as Dava went to start the dishes. What were they going to have for lunch, dinner? He pondered in his head, rabbit? He was sure there were some around here... Or squirrel? Unless he was lucky enough to catch a deer their next meal would rely on those small rodents. Allister shook his head and grumbled, why was he thinking about that already? He shot Dava a glare and rolled his amber eyes at the smile on his face. Maybe that was a good meal but he couldn't forget what this idiot did. **\"All I was saying was it was unexpected- don't let that get to you head.\"** He muttered, hauling himself to his feet and turning away from Dava as he went over to the river. \n\nHe instead quickly busied himself and walked over to the wagon to begin an inspection on just how bad the damage was. Honestly the wheels were in pretty good shape! Only one was broken and the break could be easily fixed as long as he could find the right piece of wood. The front was totalled but the only thing that mattered was getting it to move so they could get to the next city.\n\nHe breathed, thank goodness the damage wasn't worse! All that needed to be done was the wheels being put on... Let's see, he needed to make a bar to replace this one... And he needed to see if he could find some of the missing screws, he just needed to fix the center of this one... And *Ah!* He snapped back when the wagon shook as a heavy weight swung it, Ally scowled and clenched his teeth- almost forgetting his joy after the meal as he glared at Dava. He didn't blame Dava if he needed a nap but if he was going to be this rude-! **\"Get your ass off the wagon, I can't fix it with your on here!\"** He snapped, walking to the wagons edge and looking at Dava with his glare- which had one again returned. **\"If your really that tired you should've slept last night- *Ugh*- just go take a nap if you need one over there; find somewhere, *Anywhere*, just away from here.\"** \n\nHe signalled with a flick of his finger to the blankets Ally had slept on last night, his cloak and necklace still spread out over the blankets. Why would he even want to sleep on the wagon? *Ugh*, he was probably doing it just to annoy him!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Following the direction of his finger over to the pile of blankets, it did look better than the bed of the wagon... Hm. He shrugged, and had compliantly gotten up and waltzed over to the little setup Ally was referring to. With a quick grab of the blankets, he dropped them along the floor of the wagon as he climbed back in the wagon bed, laying down with a loud, obnoxious sigh of relief. \"You're right, why sleep in the cold, rough wooden bed of the wagon when I can just make it comfortable enough for me to nap on? *You're a genius, sedura.\"* He grinned after his little remark, clearly proud of himself for managing to retrieve the blankets before Ally could stop him. \"Besides, why would I sleep over there, when you could easily pack up and leave like when you left me tied against that tree?\" His grin was replaced with a childish pout, frowning at the memory of having to untie himself ~~effortlessly~~ to track down Ally. Of course, it wasn't a grueling hunt, it took him mere minutes to find his wagon and Ally upon, but he huffed dramatically. \n\n\"But after you're done fixing the wagon wheels, you can just pop them back on with no problem—and we can get a move on—all while *I* Nap right here as *You* Pull the wagon to the next town!\" He let out an obnoxious snicker, trying his best not to snort. Watching Ally's face twitch with agitation and annoyance was amusing. Was he ruining the peaceful morning they had momentarily..? *Well...*\n*Not intentionally...*\n\nHe peeked a glimpse at Ally, as if remembering something. \"What's wrong with the wheels anyways? I couldn't quite see what was the matter with them when I went to collectively gather them together.\" He leaned his head back nonchalantly, his eyes darting between each of the clouds that were spaced out throughout the sky. He was only messing with Ally, getting on his nerves was only for his amusement but.. He groaned dramatically the prospect of getting up to be productive!"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Was he really going away? Ally groaned and shook his head before crouching down next to one of the wheels and counting the screws. One- two- three- it was missing a few, they might be hard to track down in the snow. Wait, there was a few on the ground. He picked them up and was looking for something to push up the wagon so he could slide it on when the wagon lurched. He slid backwards and looked at Dava, a menacing glare flashing though the thin fabric on his face. What? What was he drawling on about? His face twisted in anger and he stood up, disbelief echoing in his voice, **\"You know what, *Why don't you fix the wheels once your done with your nap*, I'm suddenly not in the mood.\"** He snarled. Ally simultaneously picked up a rock off the ground, clutching it's cold skin with his fingers before pelting it as hard as he could at Dava's face. He wanted to pick up another one, or hit Dava as hard as possible. **\"You think this is going to be a quick fix or something?!\"** He snapped, his voice quickly escalating with irritation. **\"You know what, I'm not going to even try with you at this point!\"** \n\nScrew the wagon! Screw Dava! He clenched his teeth and glanced at the broken wheels- oh, he was doing nothing until Dava got up to help! You know what- maybe he'd just find something to do for the rest of his morning. He really needed to get his mind off things, *Especially this now*. And he didn't want to waste a full stomach on being irritated. His eyes were drawn to a sparkle and he noticed the necklace- you know what, there! He lunged forward acting as though he were about to hit Dava but swiped up the necklace before turning and marching away. **\"Whenever your done with you *Nap* We can start the work. Hurry up, you've got till lunch.\"**\n\nHe turned his back to him and walked over to the fire before sitting down on the cold ground, pulling the necklace up to his face, *Idiot!* Was he going to keep messing with Ally like this? He actually liked him for a second there!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Ow! The rock hit his cheek rather harshly—especially against the bruise he must've already had from the night before... He frowned, wincing as he rubbed his irritated cheek. What stick was lodged up his ass...? Didn't he just make him breakfast? Well... Dava *Did* Go out of his way to purposely annoy him... But not to have a stone thrown at him! He let out a loud, annoying groan before laying back down to throw his scarf completely over his face. It's too late to suddenly change his mind and decide to help.That would earn him more than just a stone to his face—probably the same bloodied pot he had just cooked with!Slowly pulling the scarf down, he stared up at the sky.Could he even sleep..?He attempted to shut his eyes but an all too familar feeling welled up within him.His mind kept racing with more and more thoughts of what to do but he just couldn't sleep!He was so utterly exhausted but all he could do is whine and groan about it childishly.After lazily laying there,he finally found it within himself to hop off the wagon bed.Maybe he should apol—*No... Compromise, yes.* To *Compromise* With him in order to get him to fix the wagon wheels. Dava couldn't trust himself to fix such a thing—mechanics weren't his thing.It all was too complex and it scrambled his mind! He strolled over to take a look at the wagon wheels and noted how scattered the screws were among the snow.\"I'm done with my nap..!\"He called out but after a heavy moment of silence, he figured to just repeat himself. \"Hello? You can come back over now!\" But again.Silence.He snapped his head over his shoulder to glare at this prude!Was he being ignored?\n\nReluctantly approaching the hunched over red-head,he plopped down right beside him as he glanced over to what he was doing.. He had the necklace between his fingers,seemingly analyzing it. Suddenly blurting out; \"So... It was your daughter's..?\" He peered over, a lot closer than he beckoned was necessary but curiosity was beginning to eat at his mind!"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He looked at the necklace and focused in on that, turning the ruby bird in his hands to take in all the damage done to it- this was a worthy thing to take up his time and distract him from that monstrous brat over there. Plus Filly only deserved to have it fixed- it wasn't her fault he'd so recklessly got into a fight and broke it. *Dava broke it.* His ears twitched as he heard Dava but he was going to make a point and completely block him out! Ally turned the necklace until the ruby was facing upwards, glittering in the sunlight. *An easy fix, an easy fix... And this would be his warm-up to get him in the mood to fix the wagon.* But now that he thought, perhaps this wasn't the right thing to grab, looking at it made him more sickened with sadness.\n\nStubbornly, he completely zoned out everything around him, trying to bar himself into one little spot- making a point to especially tune out Dava. He was going to give the napping man no attention. But the more he ignored his surroundings, the more he was consumed by negative thoughts. He'd decided he was going to fix the necklace but instead gazed blankly at the ruby bird, his brows furrowing in thought. He remembered when he first had the idea of making the necklace and giving it to Filomena- how upset she had been that day. He pictured her bright, night blue eyes trembling with fear and sorrow, looking at him with tears in her sweet gaze, asking him why he and Raven were fighting again... *Ugh*, just, he didn't even have an answer for the little girl now! He twitched and shook his head, hearing her sweet little voice teasing him. 'I don't want you to fight'. What would she think after he once again fought over the necklace with Dava? He wondered if she'd ask him the same thing, *If it was really worth fighting for.*\n\nHe'd given the necklace to her because of how guilty he'd been after that conversation.\n\nIt seemed to have brightened her spirits a little bit when he presented her with the meticulously crafted piece and gave her a sweet apology. From that day on she always wore it proudly on her chest. Even now he could see it bouncing, and glittering in the sunlight as she ran around the forge while he was working- oh, she really had loved this necklace. \n\nHe had unintentionally- though successfully- completely zoned *Everything* Out. He snapped out of his thoughts with a quick jolt as he realized Dava was next to him, suddenly remembering his intentions to ignore the filthy thief. Wasn't he taking a nap? Why was he over here? Ally was being kind in letting him take his damn nap and now that he wasn't able to annoy Ally he purposely came over here to pick a fight? He huffed, giving him an icy glare as he twisted his body away from him, hunching over the necklace to hide it from the thief but was uncomfortable. Too well aware of the eerie presence of Dava. Anyways- to fix this... Hm, without his tools or the proper equipment he needed to be careful when he bent the metal back..."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Davaras sat beside him, staring at Ally as he disappeared into his own little world. Was he...*Purposefully* Ignoring him...? Davaras leaned forward to try to catch Ally's gaze but it remained locked in on the ruby centerpiece of the necklace. \"..Sedura..?\" He questioned cautiously, but he was faced with silence. His ears drooped a little and all of his thoughts of pestering Ally disappeared in that instant. \"...Are you alright..?\" He muttered, briefly reaching out to touch his shoulder—obviously he wasn't dead but... He was seriously beginning to freak Dava out. \n\nHis hand immediately retracted when Ally regained his focus and jolted away from him. Was he alright? What had been wrong? He didn't mean to spook him in that moment but—what was racing through that mind of his? With a sharp glare shot at him, he moved away from him! The audacity! A scorn replacing his once concerned expression. He watched Ally turn away from him and he couldnt believe he was *Still* Refusing to answer him! \n\n\"Come on.\" Nothing. \n\"Are you seriously ignoring me?\" Silence. \n\"Is this about earlier...?\" He asked meakly, the silent treatment was beginning to find a way under his skin!\n\"Okay, fine—I'm sorry! There I said it!\" His ears continued to lower as his childish glare melted into a softened pout. \"Sedura... I already apologized! I'll be helpful! Honest!\" When he was met with a continuous silence, he threw his head back, his hands grasping at his hair in utter annoyance! This was bothering him to no end! \"Can you please stop ignoring me?! I'm sorry! I mean it! I'll help—I just wanted to tease you earlier!\" He continued to ramble excessively, scooting closer to peer over Ally's shoulder. \"This is driving me mad—I can't stand being ignored like this any longer! Im begging you, please just say something!\" He hopelessly whined, groaning when the silence enveloped around him and he clutched his face with agitation."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He slouched down more, squeezing his body together and curling his lip as he pushed out the voice of Dava... *His oh so annoying voice.* He looked at the necklace and tugged on one of the golden leaves, perhaps if he heated it up in water- given the cold temperature- he could bend it back. He scratched his head and tried to figure out exactly what was bent wrong, getting more and more frustrated- he couldn't get Filly out of his head and the mixture of her voice and Dava's was becoming infuriating! He gave Dava a cold look and got to his feet, his ears twitching back. He quickly pocketed the necklace and rolled his eyes before moving away, giving no reaction to his apology. Apologize all he wants it didn't change the fact that he was annoying. Ally got one of the bowls and filled it with some water before bringing it over to the fire and setting it on the cooking rack, dropping the necklace in it. \n\nIt was starting to become amusing just how desperate Dava wanted attention- was he really getting that worked up. Ally gave him a stoic expression and stayed silent to see just how far he could take this. Did he just find a weapon against Dava? He cocked a brow and curled his lip, turning his gaze to the necklace before sitting down opposite to Dava. He didn't look at him but instead peered at the ground, still trying to work through his thoughts. He shouldn't think of that now- not in this situation. Usually he didn't have to worry about spacing out like that, if he really got upset he was on his own to deal with it and was perfectly fine with that- but with Dava around... If he risked getting upset he was certain this idiot would twist things against Ally. He felt a sudden need to want to get away from him and go back down south. **\"I'm busy. Do you need something?\"**\n\nHe snapped, gazing at Dava with a cold glare, adjusting the thin veil around his eyes so he could get a better look. Maybe he could get Dava to go look for screws or wood... With the promise of talking to him again after the task was completed?"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He gaze followed Ally as he proceeded to fix the necklace. Something was clearly upsetting him but he just couldn't shake the feeling of being ignored away! He continued to plead with his *'I'm sorry's'* And *'I'll do anything's'—* It was all childish but the silent treatment could always successfully bother him and make him writhe in utter annoyance. However when he snapped rather rudely towards Dava, *Finally speaking—* He instantly perked up. \"It's about time!\" Before he could continue with another sarcastic follow-up, he paused, taking in the change in his attitude. Not that he cared but... Shifting his gaze to the ground, it occurred to him that the necklace always changed something about him.. Should he question him about it..? He bit his tongue, unsure of what to say now that Ally was *Actually* Speaking to him. \"Well... If you're going to fix her necklace, I can help. I... I did break it after all.\" He mumbled the last bit of his sentence beneath his breath. Something within his tone was strangely genuine and any annoying urges and childish mannerisms were dissolved into a more serious and genuine demeanor as he shifted to catch Ally's gaze so he wouldn't space out again. \"I can hear you thinking—what's got you stuck up there?\" He attempted to smile as he pointed to his own forehead as if to gesture to Ally's. \"But ignoring my bullshit from earlier, what's going through your head? You're spacing out and just.. Not all there, y'know?\" He asked with a slight awkward laugh. Glancing upon the ground again, one question darted around his head. Ally had been so torn upon getting the necklace back and all throughout the day before, they went back and forth over it! The Breton seemed to change into a sorrowful mood when the necklace was a topic of discussion or even brought to his attention—but why? It was his daughter's— *A gift for her no less* — but why was it in his possession if it belonged to *Her?* \n\n*\"Where is she now?\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "*'Where is she now?'*\n\nHe had to bite back a snarl, the pure despair in his heart becoming unbearable for a brief moment. He didn't even know Dava's name and he really thought he could ask that question? It even sounded like he *Cared* For a moment? Did the silent treatment really make Dava that desperate to talk as if they were old buddies? And were Ally's emotions that obvious? Did he really look that miserable? For a moment he didn't snap anything, almost believing the genuine look behind Dava's eyes but quickly returned that look with a glare- a glare that would've told Dava he'd pushed it too far. **\"Trust me. I can fix it on my own, you've done nothing but break things ever since we met, I can't imagine the necklace after you try to help fix it.\"** He snorted, rolling his eyes and looking at the water which was slowly starting to heat up.\n\nI mean... Why was Dava becoming so confusing? He wasn't sure if he was trying to care about Ally or kill him. I mean he made the meal and asked a question- but that question was way out of line. Especially after he tried all this different stuff with Ally. He painfully looked at the necklace, trying to distract himself but now that Dava had mentioned where Filomena was he couldn't stop his mind from going off in a thousand different directions. At this point, if he was alone, he'd probably be screaming, crying, and ranting to Blitz but he couldn't do that. Filomena wasn't anywhere! She was dead! She always talked about becoming an astrologist, helping out with the sick, or maybe even a jewelry maker but she wasn't because of him! Dava didn't know just how close he was to letting out a cry and going off- it took a lot of self control to sit there and look at Dava. But his glare spoke enough of the despair he felt at the question.\n**\n**\n\n**\"You really don't know when enough is enough. You think you have the right to ask that question?\"** He snapped, standing up and nearly knocking over the pot of heating water. **\"She's nowhere, idiot, and least nowhere you need to know or God's knows what you'll do! Anyways if your over your bullshit let's get the wagon fixed since we're both up now!\"** His response was irrational and Ally knew this- but something about Dava asking about her made him sorrowful, furious, and guilty all at the same time. *Why was he so complicated? Ally couldn't figure out his motivations!* **\"I'll finish this later\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He... Definitely struck a nerve... \n\nHe witnessed various emotions flash behind that glare but he only remained still as Ally snapped in his fit of rage. He stared almost emotionlessly at Ally, waiting for the moment him finally turned away. Davaras' gaze slowly trailed towards the boiling pot, as he stood up silently, the sight of the necklace capturing his gaze. His eyes lingered on the ruby bird centerpiece that laid at the bottom of the pot. The longer his eyes lingered, his expression gradually softened.. Had he pushed it too far? Was she no longer...? Without finishing that thought, it didn't need to be said for it to be a confirmation. He silently approached the wagon, deciding it was better if he remained quiet. He didn't want to upset Ally any further than he already had. The tension that was present in atmosphere was heavy and deafening. The silence made Dava uncomfortable, an uneasy reminder that he pushed it too far. He was only trying to show concern... It wasn't as if he wanted to hurt him! He was simply wondering the history behind the very necklace that led them both to where they are at this very moment. He kneeled down beside the carriage, gathering the many screws that were buried within the snow.Now should he speak?He caused so much harm in words alone—would it really be wise to open his mouth yet again? But he felt as if he couldn't breathe. His breathing suddenly sounded loud to him as he uncomfortably clutched the screws within the palm of his hand. What should he do? Ally seemed to be distracted, most likely returning to the mess that was occupying him formly. But if he was *Anything* Like Dava when he's lost within his own thoughts.. Perhaps a distraction was what he needed! He mentally braced himself for any reaction from the man he had just pissed off.The last thing he wanted to do was chase Ally away after that stunt he just pulled.Breathlessly placing the screws and bolts besides the wheels,he breathed out; \"It's Davaras.\" His name."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He watched with a dark amber glare as Dava went towards the wagon, his brows slowly lowering. The quiet seized him in it's claws and he looked around nervously, was Dava actually being quiet? Did that work? He shook his head and sat back down- it didn't matter but as long as Dava was quiet. He groaned silently to himself, looking at the ground as he waited for the water to heat up. He couldn't get the picture of Dava's look out of his head, that slight caring- almost genuine sparkle in his eyes... Had he overreacted? For once Dava hadn't been annoying- just curious- and now he had backed off and wasn't speaking? \n\nAlly nearly burrowed into himself as he thought, his mind in too many places at once to concentrate right now. This was ridiculous! He wouldn't be in this situation right now if it were for Dava and he didn't have a right to ask him that, not after he broke the very thing he'd been mulling over for years! He snapped his head to the water and reached in to pick up the necklace. The water wasn't hot enough to burn but it still wasn't comfortable, and when he touched the hot metal a sting erupted on the tips of his fingers. He yanked the necklace out with a splash and dropped it in his lap, breathing quietly as steam flowed into the air from the necklace. He let it cool down a bit before using his fingers to gently ply the bent metal back to it's original spot, being slow and careful not to snap anything. *Would it ever be like it was?* He lowered his gaze, looking over the faint indents. *Could he really fix it?* Ally turned to the chain and very carefully took the snapped links off and bent the two new links together. \n**\n**\n\nHis head snapped up as he was analyzing the necklace one more time- if he could get to an actual forge he could smooth the indents but it looked fine for now, at least wearable- *Davaras, eh?* Was that his name? Did he mean that? That was a... Strange name... How did you pronounce that? He didn't ask him to say it again but he felt a twinge of relief now that he new the perpetrators name... Maybe he could start calling him that instead of idiot. He wondered if there was any simpler pronunciation he didn't even want to try and pronounce such an elegant, complicated, and long name. Maybe he would just stick with idiot. Anyways, Allister stubbornly picked up the necklace and put it around his *Own* Neck. He would have never imagined doing something so vile before but now that it was fixed he didn't want Dava to get any ideas. He slipped the necklace beneath his shirt, the golden chain wrapped uncomfortably tight around his neck. I mean, it had been made for a child. He stood up, trying to brush away his previous thoughts and went over to the wagon, crouching on the opposite side of Dava. **\"I can fix the wagon.\"** He reluctantly huffed, peeking over the side at Dava. His voice quivered with tention and his gaze was icy, **\"But we'll need to go on a hunt for some of those screws, and I need to make something to temporarily fix that wheel over there and one of the bars beneath. The front is smashed but that doesn't matter, I'll fix it later; our objective right now is to just get it moving. You think you can stop being annoying long enough for us to get this done?\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Staring at the screws in his head, he let out an uncomfortable sigh. The silence he received after mentioning his name made him tense up. What should he do? He already opened his blabbering mouth yet again to try to come through with a tension-breaker but... His ears drooped low as he began to graze his teeth along his lower lip. It was silent and by now, he figured he was being ignored again but he couldn't find it within himself to whine or complain about it. He deserved it for prying too much. He would've questioned why he felt as guilty as he did, but this time he knew why. If anyone pestered him about his past, he'd snap if not worse than how Ally did. His daughter must've meant the world to him.. His gaze lingered onto the screws within his palm and subconsciously counted them. Maybe.. He could make it up to him by making lunch...? After all, the Breton seemed to really enjoy his cooking. It was the least he could do.. But was he really going to ignore him until then..? \n\nHis ear twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps and upon lifting his head, he spotted Ally who went to crouch alongside him. His eyes widened at the man, what was he doing..? His expression softened into a puzzled look as he stared at Ally. What could he be doing..? But then he spoke to him! He wasn't ignoring him! Davaras immediately cracked a grin as he gave him a nonchalant shrug. \"I'll try, but no promises.\" He handed him the screws and got to his feet. \"I can lift up the wagon for you to place the wheels back in place.\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He pulled his gaze away from Dava and instead focused his attention on the wheel. He honestly didn't want to speak with him but the faster they got the wagon fixed the faster things would go back to normal. He blinked and lowered his gaze to the ground which was covered in patches of snow. It would be difficult to find the screws but even if they couldn't I guess they didn't need them all. Perhaps this was a better distraction then the necklace- his shaken thoughts were already dissipating in the back of his mind. They could wait till later.\n\nHe grunted with effort as he stood up, glancing at the screws in his hand. He didn't know the exact condition of the wheels and he didn't want to put anymore stress on the wagon then need be... Once he fixed the one wheel they could put all the wheels on at once to reduce the risk of breaking any of them. He shut his eyes and sighed- he needed to keep reminding himself who got them in this situation but was too worn from his previous frustrations to stay angry. **\"Three of the four wheels are fine. I don't want to stress them anymore then I have to just in case.\"** He grumbled, walking over to the wheels and pushing them against the wagon, his hand slowly coming over the broken wheel. One of the bars on the inside had snapped- he just needed to carve something to replace it. Same thing went for the bar underneath the wagon, he'd nearly forgotten about that for a moment. **\"We can't put the wheels on yet, one of the bars is broken. If I can find a dead tree and chop it down, or a big enough stick, I'll carve out some rods.\"** \n**\n**\n\nAlly stood up, looking around. He was trying his best to calm his anger and grief from earlier- he was honestly still shocked at Dava's reaction, not to mention humiliated at how his emotions had gotten to him- but it was fine, if he could just stay calm for a bit they could fix the wagon and forget about it. He felt an irresistible need to distract himself from his gloom. Anyways some dead trees around here should be easy enough to find. While he got an ax and did that Dava could go scrounge in the dirt for the screws- or start preparing a meal. He glanced at Dava with a questioning look, if they were going to start this then they definitely needed more food- meat specifically. **\"Well...\"** He murmured under his breath before making the suggestion, **\"What do you want to do? While one of us goes to find wood for the wagon and fire and the other could go hunt so we have food for tonight. I'm fine with either.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Crossing his arms, he briefly glanced around their camp. He already had stressed this man out enough, but it's time he was bound to help. He stretched out his arms, relishing in the slight relief he felt as he did so. Might as well forget about that nap, there was more important things to be done. He could go another day without rest, it's not as if it'll kill him.He approached the wagon bed and reached for the ax that was buried underneath several other things. Swinging it over his shoulder, he flashed the red-head a cheeky grin. \"I'll save you the hassle of gathering wood. Can't have you straining yourself now.\" He replied slyly, shooting Ally a sideways glance. \"Don't worry about hunting either, just focus on fixing that necklace.\" And with a genuine smile, he set off to retrieve wood. The feeling of guilt still stabbed at him as he approached the nearest tree.If he had to retrieve wood—he wouldn't mind! If he had to hunt a poor animal for the sake of having something to survive off of—sure! But if that brought them closer to getting out of this forsaken forest, he'd do anything without complaint.He hauled the axe off his shoulder and into his bandaged hand.With a forceful draw-back, he plunged the blade dedply within the bark.He was beyond exhausted, his muscles ached anda even his head throbbed with what felt like a migraine!That's what he deserved for pushing himself but it wasn't like he could get rest anyways.Too much was preoccupying his mind!Too many questions with little to no answers. But with a brief look to Ally, he made his decision to keep quiet. He huffed as he withdrew the axe, beginning to swing again.\"After this, I will get that nap! Make no—\" He pulled back the axe,\"Mistake!\" He punctuated his point with a deep plunge of the blade.The tree rumbled as it began to sway, leaning forwards as it gradually collapsed.He panted as his stared at the fallen tree, how much his arms ached and his head pounded..\"Fuck..\" He grimaced, rubbing his head."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally pulled his body together and looked at Dava, his brows furrowing in suspicion. He was going to get the wood? Honestly, thank goodness, he was itching to hunt. Honestly just saying 'hunt' was enough to completely switch his objective- if he could ever focus on one thing. He glanced at Dava as he wandered into the woods with the ax, scoffing before digging in the back of his wagon. He wasn't going to worry about the necklace any longer, his hand ran over the imprint under his shirt- he'd done all he could and he just needed to keep it safe, but getting something to eat sounded like a good plan! His mouth watered at the prospect of meat- *Deer sounded really good but he could go for anything*. He shuffled through the items in the back of the wagon and located some of his weapons as he pulled out his janky bow. \n\nHe pulled it out and fiddled with the few arrows he had, glancing up at the sky to see if there were any birds soaring ahead, before his eyes drifted to the trees for squirrels or rabbits.\n\nHe pricked his ears and slipped over next to the fire- he could hear Dava loudest rustling in the woods but he thought he could hear something, it couldn't be completely desolated here. He turned his eyes to his surroundings and struggled to get an arrow into the bow. He threw himself onto the ground, back flat against the dirt as he looked up towards the sky. A small thought drifted into his head, what was last night's moon cycle? He clicked his tongue nervously, damn! He hadn't even thought about that! He'd lost track of the last time he'd transformed and now that he thought the full moon was looking closer, wasn't it? He tilted his head towards the woods to focus on Dava, flinching at each hit on the wood that echoed through the woods. He wouldn't be able to transform with this twat around, that hadn't even crossed his mind until now he'd been so angry! Allister squinted his eyes and struggled to see in the sunlight, even with the veil around his face, but he managed to pick out the small form of a bird overhead. He rolled around on the ground and pulled himself back up to his feet, his head tilted back as he readied the bow. After a few seconds he loosened the arrow into the sky with a smooth whip as it zipped through the air away from him. He squinted his eyes, using his hands to shield them from the sunlight but the bird didn't descent to the ground. Instead, he jumped as there was a whistle next to him as the arrow came back down on the edge of the clearing. *Damn sun!* He cursed under his breath before steadying another arrow, buying his lip and focusing his eyes on the moving figure of the bird... Carefully now, he waited until the bird was in optimal position and let loose the arrow, watching with satisfaction as the bird collided with it midair and came falling down to the earth. It wasn't the best but it wasn't rats! Either way, any meat right now sounded amazing!\n\nThere was a loud crack as it hit the ground, smacking off a few tree branches and landing just on the shoreline of the river. Here we go! He excitedly bounced over to grab his kill, turning over the fat falcons corpse in his hand. Works for him! He turned back to the fire and tried to listen for Dava, from the sound of that rumbling he must have found a tree to cut down."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "With a heavy breath, he managed to chop the fallen tree into thick logs that he rolled with a kick of his boot. He was panting heavily and felt a wave of heat wash over him despite being in his freezing weather. Did he really have a migraine..? His head throbbed and every sound to him made the pounding ache worse. He leaned down, picking up one of the logs to haul into the fire. He rubbed his head profusely with a pained groan. \n\nWas this punishment for the night before? For breaking that necklace? For beating up that Dunmer back at the inn? He stumbled back to the fragmented tree, repeating his technique of kicking the logs. He managed to roll a log over to the wagon, stopping it with the heel of his boot. He continued to wince in agony as he crouched to set the log upright besides the wheels. Closing his eyes, the ache that ran throughout his body worsen and he nearly lost his balance. \n\nHe was fine! He shook his head frantically. He decided to head towards the fire where Ally was standing with a rather large bird. \"Please tell me you're not going to attempt cooking again.\" Instead of the attempt at a sarcastic remark, it only came out as a exhausted plea. For the love of Mephala, if this lunatic tried to roast this bird, Dava will be driven to insanity. \"You know what, just move, I don't trust you with any of our food supplies after this morning's fiasco.\" He muttered with a bitter grimace, giving the content man a nudge."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He shook the corpse, blood spraying from the arrow wound through the birds head. The arrow was still in a relatively good condition so he used his hands to tear it from the flesh and throw it on the ground next to him. The bird was fairly large- probably enough for two meals if they rationed it right. He perked up as Dava came rolling back into the clearing with the logs, his eyes focusing on the round wooden pieces. They were large enough and looked strong enough for Ally to cut pieces from and work as temporary fixes. Ally shook the bird before tossing it on the ground next to the fire, kicking up some dirt onto it's body with his foot. **\"Damn, I was just making sure we had something for later.\"** He snorted, rolling his eyes. Dava didn't look so good... He bit his lip and his eyes flashed with concern, was he ok? Not that he really cared but he needed Dava to be in full strength so they could fix the wagon and potentially get it on the road tonight. He glanced dover to the wagon- he could try to do it himself but he might get crushed. He gave Dava a blank stare, rubbing his chin in thought. Matter of fact, earlier it looked like he hadn't even slept, but he just looked worse now. Should Ally help him? He rolled his eyes, he tried to help him by giving him that potion but he refused to drink it and instead shoved it down his mouth- fool! Compared to Dava, Ally was regenerating his strength much faster due to a multitude of reasons: the magic he'd used earlier, the potions, and his rather quick regeneration. (Don't know how to explain that).\n\nHe straightened his back and turned away from Dava. **\"You need to rest. I don't want to risk getting crushed while we're fixing the wagon because you fall asleep or something.\"** He scoffed, walking away to observe the wood, crouching down next to one of the logs."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He lifted the bird off of the ground, setting it beside the cooking stand. He lifted his lip in a slight grossed out look as his eyes focused in on the dirt that now clung to the bird. That's rather disgusting... He'll deal with that later. Sparing a glance to Ally, he raised an eyebrow. There was things to be done! The wagon had to be finished and sure enough, he needed to cook eventually so they can have a meal! And they *Still* Needed to find that good-for-nothing horse that abandoned them on that hill! His gaze fell upon the ground as he huffed stubbornly; \"I'm not resting. And believe me, I couldn't even sleep if I wanted to.\" With that, he zipped past Ally to the worn wagon. He leaned against it, turning to shoot Ally an expectant look. \"I'll be fine, but I'd rather fix it now so we can hopefully set off tonight.\" A sudden wave of pain washed over him as he clutched his head. N'chow! Shaking his head again, he could always conjure up a health potion whenever he found the time. He closed his eyes, trying to brush off the soreness that shot through his body. \n\n\"Well, let's do this. You fix the wheels—I do the heavy-lifting and we go from there.\" He crossed his arms, a small, pained smile gracing his lips. Afterwards they can roast that bird and maybe even set out to leave camp by tonight! With new-found hope, he managed to successfully ignore the pain."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister nearly jumped as Dava sprung to the wagon, slowly lifting his body and cocking his brow at the man. He wasn't going to trust him in this state to do any heavy lifting. If he refused to rest then... A thought lingered in his head- and he knew this newfound idea would help both of them- but last time he'd tried to help Dava like this he'd gotten the wagon in a ditch and started a fight. He gave Dava an elongated stare, silence falling heavy on them as he outweighed the pros and cons of his next decision. Although magic wasn't as good as rest, perhaps if he offered the idea of healing Dava's wounds they could get this done faster, *And then he could rest*. If he did that might give Ally an opportunity to feast on something or hunt down the horse... He glanced at Dava's wrist and grit his teeth, a sudden wave of concern washing over him. He wasn't sure if it was for himself or Dava but there was no way he was sane for this decision after last time. But either way he didn't trust Dava lifting things so he could fix them with that wrist. \n\nAlly snapped his fingers and reached out his hand, spreading out his palm infront of Dava and using a finger to point at his wrist as if to signal he wanted his hand. They were stuck in this together so maybe Ally needed to swallow his pride... He felt fine now, but Dava he was not so sure about. Perhaps he could help him. Anyways he didn't care, this was just a good deal for him if he mended his damned wrist! **\"Give me your hand.\"** He snapped coldly, rolling his eyes at Dava's stubbornness and almost grinning at his foolishness. He didn't say what he was going to do- but unless Dava was stupid ~~or over thought~~ Ally's intentions were clear. Well, at least to Ally they were clear even if he didn't want to help Dava."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He watched as the Breton approached him, extending his palm out as if he was expecting something. Before he could question what it is he wanted—Ally asked for his hand. What? Why did he need his *Hand?* What was he going to do. His eyes lowered to the bandaged wrist Ally was pointing to and instinctively pulled it closer to him. \nHe shot Ally a skeptical look, suddenly unsure about what it was he wanted with his hand. \"What, why?\" He questioned hesitantly. He clutched his hand closer to his chest, narrowing his gaze at the extended palm. \"Why do you suddenly want my hand?\" Why did he suddenly blurt that out? Did he do something wrong? Was he going to twist his wrist for being an idiot? But he didn't do anything! \nThen flashes of their earlier discussion and banter reminded him of what he had so rudely done. Okay, *Sure,* He acted out and even pushed it with his curiosity but was objectifying revenge really necessary? Focusing his eyes to the ground, he swallowed nervously. But what was he really aiming to accomplish? And with his hand at that-? Subconsciously pulling stepping back away from Ally, he eventually met his annoyed stare."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He regretted it as soon as he made the decision, annoyance bubbling up in him and spilling from his cold glare as he clenched his outstretched hand into a fist. What did Dava think he was going to do!? He clenched his teeth and was honestly ready to let go of the offer when he saw Dava pulling away. He dropped his gaze to the ground and let out an irritated growl- please, just calm down! I would think the same thing too if a stranger tried to touch my broken wrist after attacking it. He brought his amber gaze back up and sighed, **\"I want your wrist so I can break it again, what do you think!?\"** He snapped, trying to keep his voice down. But he couldn't help his exasperated tone, letting out a sharp sigh and tapping his foot impatiently before continuing on. **\"I'm offering to mend your hand, *Idiot*. Give me your hand or go rest, I'm not going to risk getting crushed because your wrist hurts.\"**\n\nHe relaxed his arm, trying to calm himself and spread his palm once morw, giving Dava an impatient look. Please! This would be better for both of them! Ally would hate to do this with a wrist that looked like that! When Dava met his gaze he could only find the strength to roll his eyes."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Reluctantly handing the man his wrist, he turned away, holding up his scarf around his mouth for comfort. \"You know...\" He trailed off, deciding to at least distract himself rather than focusing on what this psychopath could be doing to his poor wrist. \"In such little time of knowing you, I'm beginning to suspect you're becoming ill.\" He couldn't help the obnoxious smirk that began to creep on his lips. His face was turned away from Ally, he couldn't bear to watch! He mentally braced himself for any amount of excruciating pain, but watching would only make the pain tenfold! \"You're suddenly wanting *Help* Me. That's not normal for you!\" His tone was sounding more immature and dramatic as he went on but he was only speaking the truth! \n\nSneaking a tiny glance in Ally's direction, his sudden smugness washed away once his wrist was grabbed forward. \"Wait! I change my mind!\" Dava yanked his wrist instantly away before Ally could get ahold of it. He stared wide-eyed at the annoyed man before him. No way was he trusting Ally! He sheepishly turned his head to avoid Ally's possible glare of annoyance. A slight pink tinted his cheeks as the scarf was clutched even tighter within his grasp. \"I don't need help! It's fine, see!\" From his tone alone, he was obviously nervous and the prospect of his wrist being tormented in ways that was *Meant to help him.* It wasnt something that sounded trusting. Perhaps he was being childish—*But could he really blame him?* Forcing himself to gaze at his wrist, he noticeably shrinked in uncertainty.It was painful that it wasn't healed properly, it ached and spiked in agony whenever he had to work his hand. He wanted—*No*—*Needed* It to heal! But it was only that small anxious feeling that jabbed at him, that made him uneasy. He wasn't used to having other people offer medical care—it was almost foreign to him! All his life he handled wounds on his own!\n\n *What would change now if he reluctantly allow this man to help him?*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "A sense of relief washed over him as Dava presented him with his hand, reaching out and gently curling his fingers gently around Dava's wrist, his light brown finger's gently clasping his wrist. His ear twitched as he thought- very rarely had he used restoration magic on others but it couldn't be much different from healing himself. Plus, they needed a quick fix, although this wasn't Ally's favorite method of healing. He glanced up at Dava through narrow eyes- less then pleased with his \"Sick\" Joke. **\"At this point it's more beneficial to me if I help you. Don't take it the wrong way or I might just snap your wrist again-\"** Perhaps that was the wrong comment because as soon as he went to heal him the hand was pulled away from him.\n\nHis annoyed glare quickly blazed into a storm, his shoulder's squaring. How could he be so annoying! He'd rather go through this pain? He was so... Just so childish! Did he really think Ally was going to hurt him that bad? He was trying to help even against his better judgement! **\"Do you really have to turn everything into a fucking spectacle? Give me your wrist, dammit!\"** He hissed, the illusion of being calm fading away. He didn't say anything, just gave Dava a stormy glare as a moment of silence braced them- his gaze following Dava's down to his wrist. You know what, he wasn't dealing with this anymore! He was going to *Heal* Dava's wrist no matter what nonsense he tried to pull. In a flash Ally made up his mind, a warm feeling erupted in his hand as he prepared the spell, golden sparkles lingering at his fingertips.\n\nHe didn't give Dava a moment to react; he just struck his hand out and grabbed Dava's bandaged wrist, snapping his fingers down as harshly as possible. It would have been unimaginable pain for a second there as Ally dug his fingers into the spaces around his wrist and pulled it towards himself- but in a moment there was a flash of light curling around both their hands. Warmth would have erupted through Dava's arm transferred through Ally's fingertips, Ally's own arm tingling and becoming warm. In an instant, the pain would have been gone and replaced with a tingly warm feeling that lapped through Dava's body. \n\nAs soon as the deed was done Ally let go of Dava's hand and shook his arm as though shaking off something vile, giving Dava a pompous glare of victory before turning away and walking over to the wagon. **\"That wasn't that hard now, was it~?\"** He scoffed in a mockingly sweet tone, tossing his hair before bending down to inspect the wood Dava had chopped up."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "As he stayed in an awkward position, he felt his glare burn right through him. He couldn't trust him! Even if he *Must* To get out of their situation, he just couldn't bring himself to! He already twisted that very same wrist—what if his offer was only a facade to hurt him even more? He was sadistic after all! But then, his attention was instantly drawn when the man snapped angrily at Dava's stubbornness. He wasn't turning *Anything* Into a spectacle! *He* Was the one with the constant fuss! *He was only being cautious!*\nHowever when he felt his wrist being grabbed and then tugged away from him, he nearly cried out. He visibly winced in pain as he let out a small pained whimper at his wrist being so rudely yanked! Sharp spikes of pain coursed throughout his arm from the hold on his wrist and it was becoming too much to handle! He attempted to pull his wrist away more than once but twisting and turning only made the pain worsen. His eyes welled up with tears that threatened to spill. He hastily clutched his scarf up for comfort as his eyes widened in surprise at the golden glow from Ally's fingertips. Suddenly the jolts of pain and ache from within his wrist lessened gradually. He watched in awe, haven't not seen something like this before! Healing was a normal sight but he had never been on the receiving end of being healed before. His body began to ease up, as the tension within his muscles relaxed. And soon enough, the pain disappeared yet, leaving a small amount of soreness within the now-healed wrist. Once Ally released his hand, he proudly strolled towards the wagon—the teasing tone within his voice made Dava flush a deep red. Was he seriously mocking him? It wasn't humorous! Tensing his shoulders, he followed in Ally's direction, his face remaining a dark red. His ears drooped in defeat and his lips were now in a immature, embarrassed pout. How dare he humiliate him! It wasn't something to mock! *\"Oh shut up, sedura.\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally stole a look at Dava's red face and had to hold back a smile of triumph, a smirk crossing his face. **\"No need to thank me!\"** He nearly purred as he reached into the wagon to grab the ax. His arm was now sore, wait, not sore... It just had a hollow feeling?- he wasn't used to healing other people. He tried to shake the numbness away as he snatched the ax with the same hand he'd used to heal Dava seconds before, slapping it down confidently in his hand. **\"Now that you don't have an excuse to whine we can get to work, how about it?\"** He glanced at Dava, his gaze stiffening before he tied up his hair and leaned over the log Dava had graciously cut for them. Consider it a favor returned and now this brute could help him- and he'd take satisfaction about it. **\"See if you can scrounge up some more nails and something to bash- *Screw*- them in with while I make the parts-\"** He waved his hand dismissively at Dava before taking the ax in his hand much like he took the pot that had been used to bludgeon Dava's head. With a mighty whack he struck the log through the middle, carving out the particular shape he wanted. \n**\n**\n\nHe ignored Dava after that, focusing on meticulously mimicking the broken wheel part in the piece of wood. The length, width, everything had to be perfect or it wouldn't work. He pulled out his knife- even though he knew it would damage the blade- and carved out small splinters of wood. The sun had reached its high point in the sky when Ally eventually presented two parts and began comparing one of them to the piece that had been broken on the wheel, smiling, satisfaction dripping from his expression. **\"There we go\"** He muttered under his breath before reaching forward for the broken wheel. Doing this was definitely getting him in a better mood- it was work and good work at that! The prospect of repairing his wagon seemed fun, even if it wasn't the best situation, and the end goal of getting away from Dava was even better! Ally plopped down on the snow criss-cross with a sharp 'ugh' pulling the wagon wheel onto his lap. The thing was huge compared to his small lap and it nearly looked like he was being crushed in which- sort of, the wagon wheel was heavy! He began to scrape out the broken part, snapping out the wood and sometimes applying light heat to get it out. As soon as he worked it out he slid the new part in and used the hilt of his dagger to bash one of the nails through the wood to secure it. There we go! That looked much better! He looked proudly at the fixed wheel before knocking it off himself and scrambling to his feet. He needed Dava to get the next piece on as it would require him to go under the wagon- he gave a sideways glance to his companion, but was he really going to trust him? Perhaps he should put some wood under the wagon too... He looked at the ground and narrowed his eyes, was there a choice? **\"De... Devaries?! If your done with your fit I'm ready to get the wheels on!\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "After halfway listening to Ally's bragging, Dava decided to tune him out. He didn't need to hear this mockery! He continued on with his pout, crouching down beside the ground to scavenge for any more screws or bolts. He'd just ignore that asshole until he decided to drop the smug attitude!He stood up, brushing off any remaining snow off of his pants, he couldn't focus with that utter pounding within his head! Just... Ignore it. Simple! With several blinks to refocus, he began to slowly circle the wagon as he scouted for any metal screws laying in the snow. When he reached where that prude was, he lifted his head up to shoot him a sulking glare but instead froze. His auburn hair was pulled back, and Dava couldn't help but drop his mouth slightly at the sight. Ally was certainly not an unattractive man but... Heat rose to Dava's face rather quickly. Focus! Now was not the time to gawk! Forcing himself to turn away, he circled around the wagon the way he came, just to avoid that handsome prude—he needed to concentrate on looking for any screws or bolts! He needed to *Focus!* Not to get distracted by stupid, idiotic, unnecessary... Irrelevant... His mind went blank as his eyes inevitably trailed back to the man across from him. Why did he have to be stuck with a man like... Like *That!* He continued to struggle to regain his focus but everytime he reached for a screw within the snow, his eyes would betray him and there his concentration goes! He had to shake his head profusely if he wanted to snap his eyes back to his task! Ugh! This was only making his head spin with embarrassment and it only worsen the ache within his head! \n\nHowever he snapped back to reality when he was called over—or what he thought was his name. \"Excuse me?\" At first he was confused but then he realized Ally barely could pronounce anything—not even his own name! \"If you're going to boss me, at least say my name correctly! It's *Davaras.\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally was too content- he really felt alive working on the wheel. He didn't mean to toot his own horn but back at High Rock along with weapons he helped build and repair wagons! He was honestly quite handy and had fixed some bad injuries to wagons. Although this was the first wear all four wheels had been torn off. He adjusted the loose fabric around his eyes and stretched back, reaching his hand above his head and yawning. The awkward silver hair was parted from the rest of his red hair, two thin strands running down his face over his shoulders while the rest of his hair was pulled in a high ponytail off his neck- the head of his dragon tattoo peaking out from beneath his shirt. He briefly caught Dava's eyes and clenched his teeth, before rolling the wheel over to the wagon. \n\nHe leaned it against the wood before standing up straight. If he was climbing under this thing he needed to take off some of these layers... He gave Dava a glare as he stripped off some of the black linen and fur wraps that he had on to keep him warm, pulling a satchel and a few pieces of metal off until all that remained was his black shirt, pants, boots, and a little \"Scarf\" Wrapped loosely around his waist. He probably looked smaller with all those layers off- and by the Gods he felt small, and cold. **\"I really don't care how to pronounce your name. Anyways, that's what I just said.\"** He huffed, scrunching his nose in distaste. He wasn't going to deal with this nonsense- right now he was cold and wasn't looking forward to getting onto the wet ground. He dropped the layers of clothes he'd taken off onto the wagon- at least those would be warm when he got back up, and he'd have his fur cloak. Ally quickly snapped his fingers to try and move things along, glancing to see how many parts Dava found. **\"Are we going to do this or not? How many screws did you find? What about the thingy that screws them in? I think I had one in the wagon somewhere.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Right when he decided to open his mouth again to walk him through how to pronounce Dunmeri names—he paused. His eyes widened as a bewilderment expression spread across his features watching Ally removed his layers! What was he doing?! Why—why was he removing his clothes?! Dava immediately flushed a deeper red than before, his ears shooting down as he instinctively shot his head in another direction. \"I-ill uh... Here's the screws.\" He pulled a scarf above his nose, effectively covering his rosy cheeks. Holding the screws within his palm, he carefully gazed back to Ally, feeling a small amount of relief and disappointment when he noticed he was still covered, just now without as many layers.\n\n Dava breathed in swiftly, choosing to simply *Ignore* That prude. Distractions weren't necessary! He approached Ally, with a roll of his eyes. He just had to act more annoyed than temporarily embarrassed. \"If you're gonna say my name *At all,* You could *At least* Bother to say it right.\" Despite replying sarcastically if not a little snappy, he avoided any possible eye contact. He didn't want to even *Glance* In his direction! With a quick retrieval of the turnscrew, he returned to his former, tense stance adjacent to Ally. However, with a begrudgingly, dramatic sigh, he placed his hand on his hip sourly, finally able to shoot Ally the long-awaited sour glare. \"And your screws are right here, sedura. No need to get your loin-cloth in a twist, I already got the turnscrew and everything!\" He snapped with a clear tone of annoyance. It doesn't matter if he distracted him with his charming looks—his snappy, impatient attitude was getting sickening by the minute! \"Maybe if you *Kindly* Ask, I'll be happy to give them to you.\" A knowing smirk replaced the annoyed curl of his lips and his eyes narrowed at Ally with a mischievous glint to them.Might as well frustrate him for being such a tightwad!\"Oh and say my name correctly too, nothing less than a simple *'please, Davaras.'\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally wasn't having it. He did not engage and turned his bitter, icy amber glare to Dava, his eyes practically burning behind the thin mask he was wearing. Why was Dava acting so... Don't tell me he was going to start something now! He perked in interest as Dava pulled the scarf above his face but ended up rolling his eyes and pushing it away- *Idiot*. \n\nAllister rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the snowy, wet ground he was about to get on. He'd rather have his skin touch the cold then get his clothes wet. He rolled up the sleeves last his elbows, stretching his scarred and bandaged arm- and then stretching his tattoo'd arm each in turn. **\"Don't even start with me.\"** He snapped, trying to cut Dava off. His name was too complicated and Ally was surprised he even got the first letter right! Was he not even going to give him props for effort? Ally could have called him an idiot. He rolled his eyes as Dava went on- he just had to make this task more difficult didn't he? He reached out his palm for the screws, his glare cold and body stiff. Wait, what the hell did Dava just say to him?! '*Please, Davaras*'. He clicked his tongue and clenched his teeth, a small strained smile of anger forming on his face. **\"Give me the screws, you nit. I'm *Not* In the mood right now, I want to fix the cart and ei'nt putting up with your bullshit.\"**\n\nHe was just happy a minute ago until Dava walked over! He clenched his fists, glancing at the flowers imprinted onto his skin on his left arm as they rippled from the strain in his muscles. You had to be kidding him! He growled before swinging his hand forward and lashing it across Dava's cheek in anger- although he took care not to hit the bruise this time- he still hit him hard enough where a light sting erupted on the back of his palm."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His smirk faltered as he watched Ally's lips strain into a *Very* Pained smile as he demanded what must've been *Politely* For him. A cold scoff escaped Dava as he continued to lean forward, his smirk only widening as he dared to remark; \"Two words, sedura—or is that *Too hard* For you to say?\" He began to snicker, getting too caught up in his own laughter to acknowledge Ally marching towards him. \n\nThe smirk was smacked clean off his face—*Literally!* His scarf immediately fell back around his neck as Ally's hand came down swiftly upon his cheek. He visibly winced before turning to snarl bitterly, \"What was that for?!\" He glowed with irritation now as he shoved the turnscrew roughly against Ally's chest. \"I was only trying to get you to be *Nice* For once! You're never in the mood for *That* Apparently!\" With that, his hand went to clutch his cheek gently. He rubbed his cheek tenderly, glaring daggers towards the Breton. Why did he have to be so uptight all the time?! He was only being a tease! Nothing more! Sure, he found it more than amusing to get under his skin but it wasn't as if he was *Pestering* The man! Why did he have to take the excitement out of *Everything?* He crossed his arms, removing his hand away from his reddened cheek. It was left with a faint imprint of the palm of the Breton's hand, only adding to Dava's bitter mood. He didn't even have to see his reflection to acknowledge what mark was left behind! \"It couldn't *Kill* You to be nice and throw in a *'please'* Every now and then.\" He murmured under his breath, a venomous hint to his tone. He held out his other palm that revealed the various screws upon. \n\nGlaring back at the man, the former glint of mischief returned. His sly smirk returned but it was much more bittersweet than before. *\"'Juohn, Davaras.'* Oh, how kind you are for thanking me, sedura! It's no problem, *Really.\"* In a mimicking tone, he openly mocked Ally, emphasizing the 'thank you' within his sour, immature tone."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally snatched the screws, and took turnscrew, his cold gaze on Dava. He wasn't going to acknowledge or feed into his sort of idiotic behavior! But he just had by smacking him across the face. Ally pulled his hand away and shook it, clenching the screws and ignoring the pain that shit through his hands as the pointy ends pressed into his skin, his serious gaze locked on Dava-\n\nHis voice dripped with venom, and he glowered, how could he ever work with someone like this? His ears pinned back and if he didn't have tools in his hand he would have covered them just to block out his annoying laughter, **\"Get your ass over here so we can fix the wagon.\"** He hissed, turning his back to Dava and marching over to the wagon- anger showing in every one of his heavy steps. He was definitely feeding into his, but what could he do! Dava had to be annoying at every possible instance he could. He was going to give that man another concussion if he didn't shut up in a second! \n\nAlly threw the screws on the ground, slamming the turnscrew onto the bed of the wagon before rolling one of the other logs over. He didn't need Dava! He wasn't going to acknowledge his *Mocking*. He laid the log down next to the wagon and pulled up the freshly fixed wheel and the other part to fix under the wagon, looking over his supplies before snapping his gaze to Dava. He felt only fury when he looked at the snobby man. **\"Get over here, now, unless you want to be stuck here forever!\"** Was Ally ever going to learn demands wouldn't work?"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Dava stood there, his smirk only growing when he succeeded in annoying Ally further. He decided he was going to bask in this unannounced victory. Slyly strolling over to Ally, he stared nonchalantly at the Breton. As he continously yelled demands at the elf, Dava just stood there unaffected.\n\n He leaned back, with an almost impressed look as he placed a hand on his hip, just plainly standing there. \"Well, I'm over here now, are you going to ask me *Nicely,* To help or are you going to do it all yourself?\" Watching the handsome man nearly explode with anger was entertaining. He would help, there was no doubt in that but where was the fun in that without proceeding with teasing banter? His gave Ally an expectant look, knowing full well that he was *Necessary* In order for Ally to successfully place the wheel on. He'd wait all day if he had to! \"I'll help, but only if I hear a *'please'* And my *Name* In that sentence.\" He closed his eyes contently, a slight chuckle to his request. With a brief glance to the pot, he was reassured that a concussion wasn't going to come... At least not from that pot."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "His golden-red opticals burned with adour- he hated Dava with a passion. An intense, abhorrent, indescribable passion! He'd rather claw the cloth off his eyes and blind himself instead of look at that smug vile smirk. A repugnant looked crossed his face and he curled his lip, snapping his amber gaze towards the wagon with hostility before he turned his back to Dava and paraded around the front of the wagon to the other side. He didn't need this brute's help! Not with the disrespect he had to have at *Every* Snide somment. Dava's gall was ridiculous! Did his audacity have no limits? He bent down, tied up ginger and white hair disappearing behind the wagon. He rolled one of the logs next to the wooden wagon, which lay flat on the ground, snapping with an icily thick tone, \"Swallow the lip and pick up the wagon.\"**\n\nBut when Dava made it clear he really wasn't going to help Ally until he said please- his sickening snide comment echoing through Ally's head he had to stop himself from grabbing his ears and just screaming. You know what?! Maybe he would just to it himself- and give Dava another concusion by throwing the wagon at him. Perhaps it was just a bliss of rage- fueled by his evergrowing rage- he grabbed the edge of the wagon, digging his fingers into the cold mush underneath and with a strapping amount of pure force, almost inhumane strength, and anger he threw the wagon upwards right towards Dava. Things clattered out of the wagon- and his once dry clothes lay wasted on the cool, snow-covered ground. Pots, weapons, the blankets Dava had thrown in the wagon, it all came flying out as the wheelless wagon creaked, bobbing from side to side before it somehow levelled out and balanced on it's side- towering over both men.\n\n**\"I don't need your help!\"** He snapped impatiently- he wasn't going to wait for Dava to get over his little hissy fit to repair the wagon, because there was no way he was ever going to say *Please* To this man, especially after the was the one who broke it!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "*He was content with himself to say the least.*\n\n He didn't mind the glares Ally continously shot him or the growls of anger in response to every remark he made. He casually lifted his newly-healed hand to *Inspect* It as he waited oh-so-patiently. He wanted to appear as if he was ignoring him until that stubborn prude shoved his pride so far up his ass, he'd be pouring out apologies and gratitude! However, his ears perked up with interest upon the sound of the wagon beginning to shift unnaturally. That was... Unusual...? What was it that he was doing? He opened an eye to seek-a-peek at what is it that asshole could be doing. Why was he gripping the wagon like that-? Was he trying to move it-? Confusion swept over him as he lowered the hand that once was positioned over his hip. \n\nDropping the smirk, he let out a disappointed sigh, deciding to move closer to the Breton. \"Here I can—\" But before he could *Kindly* Offer his help, Ally flipped the wagon over—and in Dava's general direction too! What a lunatic! Sure, Dava was a pain in the rear but he didn't mean to push so much, Ally would try to *Crush* Him! \"What are you doing?! Have you gone mad?!\" His ears shot down as the loud clatter of things fell upon the ground. What was that for!? What would flipping the wagon accomplish?! \"You're insane! I was only teasing you, I wasn't expecting you to try to *Kill* Me!\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "An explosion of pain splintered up his arm like he'd re-damaged the tissues he'd healed earlier in the day. He suddenly regretted doing it- but in his bliss of anger he couldn't actually process *What he just did*- he shook his head and blinked, staring up at the flipped wagon through the sliver of black fabric on his eyes. He brushed the silver parts of his hair over his shoulder and blinked- dammit! Maybe he should've thought that through! He rubbed his chin and blinked, quietly observing what he had done- perhaps he could work with this? No. It was too tall and unsteady for him to climb on top, but at least it was lighter now that it was empty. \n\nHe ignored the pain that was still clutching his arm, his shoulder sore, as he turned to Dava with a raised brow. **\"It's my wagon.\"** He promptly stated, clearly more calmed down after- *Whatever that was.* He glanced between the Dava, the wheels, and the wagon- pricking his ears as he heard the screech of Blitz far off in the distance. He shook his head and grumbled something incoherent before snapping his fingers and grinning - with that wolfish grin of his. **\"I just did you a favor. Now the wagon will be lighter now that everything's out - it was just a coincidence you happened to be standing right there, but your fine- other then a few rustled furs I presume?\"** *He wished the limbless wagon had crushed him.* Ally scoffed before going to the wagons side and gently leaning it one way to see if his shoulder would allow him to gently lower it- but no, as soon as it swayed too far in one direction in landed with a heavy slap against the ground, luckily face up, as his arm gave out under the immense weight. **\"Are you going to help me now?\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He nearly caught his breath when he had the time to process what had occurred. His gaze shifted along the various things that laid within the snow. He trudged over to the satchel that had several gems and unfinished jewelry that spilled onto the freezing snow. His eyes widened as he beamed with delight upon seeing the shiny sapphires and rubies and the unfinished silver necklaces! Oh how he instantly felt better! Carefully, he lifted up the satchel and picked up each jewel, admiring each and every one. \"I'll help but...\" He trailed off, visibly distracted by the glittering jewelry. He nearly had pry himself to away from the satchel as he slowly went retrieve everything else that had fallen. If he had successfully swiped that satchel, he wouldnt be in this mess! He'd have all those pretty jewels and trickets—all to add to his collection! But no! That stupid bird only alerted that madman and here he was! Picking up after *Ally's* Mess as if he was some maid!\n\n Agitation began to build up within him as a sour scorn over-took his face. Who flips a literal wagon?! They needed to fix it—work together—and he had the absolute gall to pull a stunt like this! Even Dava wasnt that bad with his temper!\n\n\"See, this is why we can't afford to have nice things! Because of your lack of anger management, the wagon is *Flipped* Over! And over a simple request of you saying *'please?!'* What is wrong with you?!\" He repeated his question over again, Ally was absolutely insane! \n\nThe man was ridiculous! He was beyond stubborn, immature, too prideful for his own good will and worst of all—he was so unmistakably attractive, that only pissed Dava off further! But what annoyed him besides his unnatural good-looks was how he flipped the wagon *Over him pestering the Breton for a* ***Please!***"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He looked at the wagon, it's bed pressed upon the snowy ground, and rubbed his chin as his orbitals clouded with scrutiny. His temper never used to be this bad- and even Ally recognized that was a little, just a pinch- stupid. The wagon wasn't broken at least, so why dwell on it now? He decided to steal a glance towards Dava, feeling contempt prickle his fingers as the man observed the gems that were *His* And began to scuffle through the flurry Ally had made. He resentfully shot up his hands at the air, rolling his amber irises at Dava. \n\n*This is why we can't have nice things?* It was Ally's own wagon and he wouldn't have been driven to this point if Dava hasn't been such a stuck-up imp! He closed his eyes and grabbed the two silver strands that draped over his shoulder, one with each hand- was he going to subject himself to this? He felt like he was tearing at the seams! Was there something wrong with him? What was wrong with him was Dava's presence- suddenly he was looking very forward to the moment they would separate.\n\n He didn't respond to Dava- no, he didn't even spare him a glance and kept his mouth shut. Dava couldn't twist his words if he didn't say anything! Be annoying as he wants Ally was going to get the wheels on and ignore his childish remarks from this point on! He bit his lip to swallow a sharp remark and it was almost painful- but how long could that last? Ally brushed off all previous events before lazily crouching down next to one of the wheels as Dava was continuing to collect the scattered items. **\"Well deal with that later.\"** He gripped as he rolled on of the wheels over and grabbed the turnscrew plus a bunch of the collected parts. *And he wasn't going to let go this time til they got them on, no matter what this brute did!*"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "*'We'll deal with that later.'* \n\nThat very dreaded sentence made Dava roll his eyes begrudgingly as he slowly returned with several of the things he had collected off the snow. Ignoring the worsening ache within his head, he approached the crouched man with a look of indifference. He was in pain and still clearly agitated but the urge to create something out of this horrible situation remained strong. Despite how annoyed he was and how badly he wanted to feed into the underlying need to piss off Ally, he let out an exhausted sigh. It wouldn't be worth it. At least now now, he had gotten his fill momentarily as well. He hopped down swiftly alongside Ally and extended out his hand out gently to stop the prideful man in his tracks. He stared at Ally with a genuine, hopeful expression. There was an unsaid hopefulness to his eyes as his lips curled into a small, content smile. He managed to place his hand steadily onto the wheel that was once being rolled towards the wagon. He just needed to get it through to this man that they *Needed* To work through this, no matter how much they wanted to gut each other. \n\n\"No please or thanks necessary, let's just agree to do this, alright?\" He flashed Ally a hopeful smile, pushing down his other feelings of pain, frustration and utter exhaustion in order to focus in on the task at hand!All of his complaining can wait!He lifted the palm of his hand that halted Ally from rolling on with the wheel. He waltzed closer to the crumbled wagon and carefully grasped the end of the wagon bed, shooting Ally an expectant look.\"At least flipping the wagon over saved us from having to empty it.\"He chuckled as he felt the feeling that foreshadowed the glare he might receive.And before Ally could snap with his own rebuttal, he quickly chimed in; \"In all seriousness though, I'll lift the wagon while you roll the wagon in place and screw in the bolts.\" With a determined,toothy grin, he hoped to put Ally in better spirits."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally scoffed, muttering scornfully to himself- stretching out his tingling, aching arm and sighing. His uncontrollable wrath seemed to start to melt away after he got it out- he knew it might have been a bad decision- but hey, at least it was better then hitting Dava? Plus, the wagon was still fine, nothing it hadn't dealt with before just this time it had no wheels! He didn't dare look at Dava, however, still reputedly looking at the wagon wheel and quickly identifying the best course of action to get the wheels on. He tried to take a heavy breath but he still felt irritation sting his throat- was this really all because of Dava? Or was he over-thinking? Was he undermining himself by making the situation worse? But he still couldn't get that stupid expression out of the back of his mind! \n\nHe didn't give Dava a reaction to his \"Kind\" Words, his stony glare locked on the wheels as he tried to focus in on the task at hand- blocking out any memory of flipping the wagon.\n\nThank goodness Dava was calming down at least, it honestly settled him. Although Ally could still feel the tension in the air he felt calmer then before- perhaps he had just gotten too worked up about the thank-you things... And please... But in all seriousness... Oh nevermind! Dava wasn't worth his headspace. Ally confidently slammed the turnscrew in his fingers, disregarding the haunting pain now in his arm as he waited for Dava to lift the wagon and get to work. He blatantly ignored his companion as he swept the wheel up next to the wagon and waved his hand for Dava to raise it before slipping under and using the screws to attach one wheel. Cold immediately seeped through his clothes and bit at his skin, the mushy snow-laden ground merciless to the little man. He tried to ignore the cold but it was difficult. His hands were shaky at first and he kept stealing glances at Dava's feet, waiting for the moment when he'd need to snap out from underneath the wagon in case he tried anything. The first wheel took longer then expected, partly because his racing thoughts made it hard to connect the dots and focus. He pushed the wheel against the wood and metal rod that turned underneath the wagon, clamping the tools in his hand as he twisted each screw into place until the wheel was securely on once more. Then the process repeated, he swiftly became comfortable putting each wheel on, and his caution about Dava throwing the wagon on him slowly melted away so he could diligently put each wheel on. And then finally, when the sun was a little over 2/4 of it's way across the sky- the wagon was fixed. \n\nAs the final wheel was attached on he quickly pulled himself away from the wagon, getting to his feet and clasping his arms around his trembling body, his icy eyes darting to Dava. He was starving now and cold- but it was done.\n\nThank the Gods! He actually was decent enough to let them finish this without anymore fighting! A thought flashed through his mind— to thank him— but that seemed a little unnecessary as he was the one who broke the wagon to begin with.\n\nEither way the wagon was standing now, a little rough but standing none the less. He patted the wooden boards with his hand as though patting a pet- **\"Now hopefully *Someone* Doesn't break it again.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "While lifting the bed of the wagon as Ally worked diligently to reattach the unstable wheels, Dava's grasp began to lessen as the ache within his arms ensued. Holding it up,he had to grit his teeth as the strain within his muscles gradually increased. *Oh take your time.. It's not as if I'm the only thing keeping you from getting crushed by this heavy ass wagon..* He bit back the complaint as his grip on the wagon gradually became fidgety.However,Ally finished in time, managing to move out of the way before Dava immediately released the wagon onto the snow with a loud,muffled thud.He turned to face at Ally, an exhausted smirk forming across his lips upon hearing his sour remark.\"Isn't that a little hypocritical coming from *You,* The very man that flipped the same wagon just moments ago?\"It was rhetorical but without even looking at Dava, you could hear the sly smirk within his voice. \n\nEverything within his body still ached, but now was not the time for rest!Sure,they managed to cooperate together but there was still things to be done.He swiftly strolled towards the dying fire, giving one log a nudge with the heel of his boot,plunging it further into the flames.\"What did you want to do with falcon anyways? It's been left out for awhile,now that I think about it..\"Without needing to spare a sideways glance towards the corpse,he lazily gestured to the bird with his finger. Well... The jam this morning wasn't very filling but it served the purpose of replenishing their energy.No doubt Ally would be starving,so he could always let the shorter man have it all.He was hungry but he could go without.He was far beyond fatigued and while his migraine was still present,he stubbornly reached for a bowl of water.He just needed to splash his face a few times!A wake-me-up! With cupped palms,he splashed water on his face,his face paint streaming down but he could always reapply it later. \n\n*Now that they fixed that heap of junk, what were they going to do about that horse?*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally looked at the standing wagon, his eyes gleaming with delight at the sight. **\"Shut up.\"** This was hopeful, it meant the end to this treacherous journey was coming to an end! He could care less about Dava now- as long as he found the horse, *Or something* He wouldn't need to rely on the brute to get to the city. He bit his lip gently and cast him a long side-gance, reaching his arms up and brushing them along his ears before taking his auburn hair in his hand and untying it, a waterfall of red falling over his back. Would Dava think the same thing? He tried to steal before and was the one who crashed the wagon, he wouldn't put it past him to try another brain-dead stunt. Perhaps Ally was just... Was overthinking? \n\nAlly shivered and shook his head, trying to shake away the thoughts as though shaking away a fly. Either way, he was cold and hungry now... He ignored Dava and instead Ally went over to the bed, bent down and draped the stocky, black fur coat over his shoulders, pulling it tightly around himself and melting into the warmth. He'd throw his other clothes by the fire so they could warm before tonight. Ally reached down to pick up the 'collar' he had been wearing around his neck the other night, turning the black piece in his hand and brushing a finger across the glittering white gems before clipping it on his neck– **\"I figured we'd cook it? Throw it in that pot with some water and let it boil.\"** He nonchalantly shrugged before getting to his feet. Though his body ached he on the other hand was restless. He looked around camp, you know, everything did need to be reorganized before they set off and placed back in the wagon! Plus, Dava could take a nap while the bird boiled and they could set off after they ate!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "*\"Boil the bird?\"* Dava questioned with a scoff before pinching the bridge of his nose. \"Right, right, how about you dig up a side of worms while you're at it, gourmet.\" He rolled his eyes, plucking a singular feather off of the falcon.He was exhausted,and his vision would fade into a hazy darkness every now and again, but would he really risk leaving this sociopath to cook something—no, *Boil* Something? He'd find a way to add dirt into the water while he was at it! Dava grimaced at the mental image he pictured and even the memory of the rats floating to the top of that god-forsaken stew he had attempted to make! How repulsive someone must be to think fruit and a literal rodent could be compatible! He sighed as he turned his attention to the falcon, figuring it'll be best to wash the bird after he'd remove the feathers. \n\nHe shot Ally a sideways glance, taking note of how he seemed to be in thought. \"Now that the wheels are repaired, what *Exactly* Is the plan? I mean...\" He trailed off, gesturing to the front of the wagon, where an empty harness was hanging.\"Who's gonna pull that wooden disaster because letting you know now, it wont be me, Sedura.\" What were they going to do about the horse? Because by Vivec is Dava going to go out of *His* Way to pull the heavy-ass wagon! It'll be *All* Ally if they dont find that horse! His head began to pound harder and he gently rubbed his head with a sigh of fatigue. He really pushed himself these few days, especially with rarely eating and having not slept. He could tell he was beginning to act more snarky the longer he remained awake but he'd try to keep it in check. He rubbed his eyes hastily as if trying to shake the feeling of exhaustion. He struggled to focus his attention to cleaned the blade with a cloth. Carefully with the blade, he began to make incisions along the carcass. Though the blade nearly slipped from his grasp when his vision darkened. \"N'chow!\" (Damn!) The dagger slit his hand, causing him to wince."
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Allister rolled his eyes, of course Dava wasn't going to be helping out *Again*. He was the one who created this disaster and didn't have the heart to carry through and fix it... Then again he did seem a little... Ally looked over... Out of it. Ally presumed he must not have slept last night but that was his own problem, plus any headache he had was again his own problem for picking a fight. He shuffled through the memories- this all would have been so much simpler if he'd just... Oh, nevermind! That food earlier had made up for any inconvenience that Dava was and depending on what Dava did with that bird Ally would let it slide this time. He spared a side glare to the dunmer man as he began to prepare food, scoffing at his words and not responding as he began to pick things up and make list of everything that was there- he'd go hunting in case something was missing. He pulled the cloak tighter and bent down, picking up some of the loose pots and pans. He threw them over into a pile, listening to them clatter. As he threw other dishes, water jugs, and other food related items he picked out of the snow he mumbled grumpily in response, **\"I'm afraid you are mistaken, *It will be you pulling it.*\"** He mumbled, his voice drifting somberly in the wind. What were they going to do? What was *He* Going to do? He peeled a gem off the ground and snorted- track down the horse, easy enough, hopefully she'd be alive but she could be dead all the same. It was simple but with this weather and how long it had been... He wasn't sure he could just *Track* Her down. Not like this, at least. He uneasily glanced at Dava, his gaze boring into his back- he could smell the pungent silvery scent of blood from the slit in his hand, his senses might be stronger, but not that strong. \n**\n**\n\nAlly uneasily gathered everything up, placing things into piles Infront of the wagon in similar groupings: cooking, food, clothes and hygiene items, riches, weapons, books, sleeping items, etcetera and looked at them carefully. They needed that horse there was no way Ally or Dava was pulling that wagon to the next city, and he wasn't going to leave his poor horse to get hunted by wolves or sabers. He knew what he was planning to do- but he'd just have to wait the poor sod out tonight- he looked like he was going to fall flat on his face already anyways, it would be easy! **\"We'll push the wagon back onto the path before it gets too late; I'll worry about getting us moving so just worry about the food.\"** He mentioned in a gruff voice, waving his hand nonchalantly before bending down and loudly began to organize the piles. This belonged there, that belonged there... He picked up the books and went to the wagon, pushing up the seat on the side and dropping them in, mals and papers, and painting supplies scattered in the little cubby, before he piled the weapons, cooking supplies, bedding, and clothes all on the seat, leaving a little spot for Dava on the edge. He then scouted around for his small chest which sat next to the wagon and pulled it open, putting all valuables inside before locking it up and throwing it back in the back of the wagon. Then he set Blitz's silver bird cage across from the seat hed cleared out for Dava and calles it a day. All that was left to pack now was the supplies Dava was using. \n\nAlly briefly moved the cloth from his eyes and rubbed them with his hand- gazing around the blurry white clearing and pricking his ears for any sound. He could hear Blitz off in the distance and the mumbling of Dava as he cooked- perhaps he could take a quick nap if he was going to be staying up all night. He was pretty tired...\n\nWithout hesitation he got to his knees and flopped down on the ground infront of the wagon, curling between the warm folds of his furry cloak. He was still cold, no doubt, but he'd set his other clothes to dry by the fire earlier and a nap would serve him well. Either way, he would be patiently waiting for food to be ready. And boy, could he hardly contain his excitement about whatever Dava intended to make!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "As he found a roll of bandages, he hastily wrapped the cut palm, not giving much care into it. While he finished bandaging his slit hand, he gazed thoughtfully towards Ally, who now laid comfortably onto the ground. He zoned out for a brief moment while he felt a wave of fatigue overwhelm him. How much he'd give to rest.. Dava slowly pulled his focus away from the drifting Breton and began to clean the blade yet again. Well, now this would give him the opportunity to think.. \n\nTo think all of this started when he approached that prude at the inn. Would things be different if Ally accepted the drink? Or perhaps if he hadn't fought that Dunmer for mocking him? Or maybe when he was bound and left with the necklace, why didn't he just take it and leave? Or if he returned everything he had stolen without the pointless scuffle they had gotten into over it?\n And all for his daughter's necklace.Davaras let out a heavy sigh as he shook his head.He still feels guilty,if only he had known, he would've stolen like.. The bird or something!If he grabbed that dumb bird and managed to feed it to the wolves,he would!It's that stupid bird's fault he got caught! He puffed out his lip in a sulking pout, shooting a vengeful glare towards the silver cage.\"Damn daedra..\" He scoffed,internally scolding himself for managing to lose to some bird!But that's no ordinary bird in his defense!And this isn't no ordinary man either! While prepping the falcon's cadaver, his eyes trailed off towards Ally's direction.Couldn't this be an opportunity to steal the satchel?He knew which satchel held the jewelry and jewels—how easy it'd be!He could leave this fool here with that bird and maybe even scout for that horse to help him out of this frozen tundra! But then again... He redirected his attention to seasoning the now sliced meat that sizzled in the pot.\n\nHe couldn't escape this situation on his own.. Stealing would be pointless now. \n\n*And as much as he'd hate to admit it.. He needed Ally.*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He twisted until his back was pressed against the ground, lazily looking up at the blue sky and shivering as a breeze lapped over his face. The clouds were so... Soft looking but they banned of more snow and possibly colder weather, he scrunched his nose in distaste and pulled his cloak tighter, pressing his nose into the warm fur that lined it and letting out a delicate hum. At least Dava was making himself useful- he pricked his ears to listen to the sizzle of flesh and the warm scent that tingled his nose made his mouth water- not the best but better then rats? Well, who knew, maybe this would be the best. His amber eyes slowly drifted shut, but he couldn't sleep much with the light- even with the veil that was softly placed on his eyes. Could he sleep? He'd already taken a huge risk sleeping last night with that thief mulling around, who's to say as soon as Ally wasn't looking he'd strike again? He twitched, his amber eyes opening suddenly as though he expected Dava to be above him with that knife he was using to prepare his meal... But he wasn't, and Ally knew that! He hadn't heard the shuffle of feet... But he couldn't help the antsy feeling now. You know what? Just letting his body rest a little before he went to find the horse was all he needed, even if the ground wasn't the most comfortable!\n**\n**\n\nHe strained his legs as he stretched them, reaching his hands over his head and resting his head on his palms. He let out a exaggerated yawn before settling his somber gaze on the clouds drifting in the blue pool overhead... He just needed to ignore that... *Idiot*... For a while. Just a few more days of having to deal with him, it was fine! He tried to distract himself by picking out the shapes of distant clouds... That one looked surprisingly much like a horse! He blinked his eyes as he watched the \"Horse\" Slowly drift through the sky, as though prancing across a field! He glanced to another cloud- what could that be? After a bit of straining he recognized the soft shape of a cat, it's tail drifting away like a white stream! He glanced around the sky but could find no other shapes that could be dechipered into things. Ally sighed, he used to cloud-watch all the time with Filly. He reached up and touched the necklace gently, suddenly too aware of it's presence– she would make up anything... Everything!... Even if he didn't see what she saw when he looked up at the clouds she would always be adamant– badgering his ear off trying to explain– until Ally sighed in defeat and had to agree. He imagined her sitting next to him– she'd be lecturing him right now on how all the clouds looked until she would become bored and bounce off...\n\nAlly shut his eyes and tried to shake away the ghost by ignoring it... Simple! He pricked his ears and glanced towards his companion who seemed to be drifting off as he cooked. Dava would be done soon? Hopefully! Whatever he was making smelled exceptionally good!"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Once a crisp, golden brown, Dava swiftly retrieved two separate plates and carefully placed the slices of meat on both. One plate had the majority of meat while the other had much lesser portion. Davaras set both plates down before removing the piping hot pot from the cooking stand. He wasn't particularly starving, but he knew if he had to remain awake—he had to eat *Something.* He turned to search for the Breton before quickly spotting him laying on the ground and... *Cloud-watching..?* He observed for a moment, taking surprise in how peaceful he seemed.. *You know... He didn't seem so bad when he wasn't constantly complaining or scorning..* Dava could *Almost* Appreciate how calm and pleasant he appeared but in the back of his mind, he knew that'll change in a matter of seconds. With a sharp whistle, he gestured for Ally to come over. He reached for his plate with the lesser portion as he strolled around to sit by the fire.\n\nHe glanced to where Ally was and cocked an eyebrow with the tilt of his head; \"Were you *Cloud-watching* Just now?\" His question came out skeptical or in disbelief. Cloud-watching certainly seemed too... Calming for such an angry person. Unless Ally was only like that around *Him..?* \n\n*Probably not,* He seems like he'd act that way towards anyone! Even towards himself! It was almost as if Ally was off in his own world.. Davaras kept glancing to Ally every now and again, as if to check if he was alright. He wasnt concerned, not one bit! He just.. Shouldn't be in his head so much! But then... Why it pertain to *Him* So much?"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "*It was in his head now.*\n\nIt was a bittersweet memory- that had turned poisonous because of the sheer amount he thought of it. He didn't want Filomena to *Go*, no! Kites and flowers could wait, the day was peaceful! Ugh, she would always run off before he told her what he saw! *He didn't get to tell her about the cat and horse, and the other things he'd seen whenever his gaze turned to the sky... And he was afraid he'd never be able to tell her.*\nThe rare moments he did get her to quietly cloud-watch with him we're so happy... Sometimes they would sit in the meadow for hours until dusk was upon them- he would watch the clouds but Filly would always get distracted. She'd write about the clouds or something, heh, tell him about what she saw in the clouds and forced him to agree, then other times she would simply ramble on and on... He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut... He could almost smell the flowers in that little open field, it was really just... A painful memory. He slid his hand under his \"Blindfold\" And rubbed his eye upon hearing a whistle, that being enough to interrupt his growing thoughts- *By the nine, that was annoying*. When was the last time anyone had whistled to him? He shot up and huffed, swinging himself to his feet and lazily moseying his way over to the fire. He grumbled irritably- **\"Why does it matter what I do to you?\"** The spoken word, *Cloud-watching*, it was enough to make his heart ache. He didn't enjoy it anymore, so why did he do it? His stoic expression remained unchanged, except for a somber glint in his eyes. \n\n*Distraction, food was always the perfect distraction.* Whatever was made smelled really *Good*; he spared Dava a glare before sitting down on the ground infront of his plate, using his fingers to grab a chunk of meat and inspect it. *It even looked good.*\n\nHe wasted no time in putting the price of meat in his mouth and tearing off a large chunk, focus now, it was so good! Dava may be a thief but his cooking was good... *Exceptional*... Just barely good enough to distract Ally, but delicious none the less! If Dava just wasn't as irritable as he was he might just want to keep him!"
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{
"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Observing Ally, Dava continued to raise an eyebrow and silently munch on a slice of meat. Was something the matter..? He seemed almost.. Troubled if not a bit glum. Davaras' eyebrows furrowed as he observed Ally's odd mannerisms, taking note of how sadden he seemed momentarily... What could he be thinking? \nAlly's tone was stern and cold, clearly aggravated upon Dava's question. *He had only asked a question!* Though it seemed to jab at him like a thorn in his side—had it brought bittersweet memories or perhaps just brought about a defensive response? He wasn't sure of what to quite do except adjust his scarf uncomfortably. He had to respond quickly if he wanted to fix what he had just created! He did *Not* Wish to sit though awkward, heavy silence!Holding his hands up defensively,he closed his eyes, scooting back as if protecting himself; \"Hey listen,I didn't mean that in a negative way, Sedura. I just found it surprising is all—you didn't strike me as the type to enjoy things like that, y'know?\"He cracked a shy smile, gazing to Ally with look of uncertainty.With only a few more bites, he finished his slice of meat.He placed the empty plate off to the side, sparing a glance towards the agitated but satisfied Breton. \n\nHe let out a small sigh and turned to gaze at the flowing river that appeared calmer than earlier within the morning.Was he alright? Again,he did not have any concern whatsoever—*However,*If his thoughts distracted him and impacted his mood,that would be an troubling issue.He spotted a nearby stick,deciding to reach for it and poke at the dying campfire. Small blazes flared upwards as he continously prodded at the burnt wood, capturing his full attention. The slight uproar of the fire reflected onto his face but most noticeabley, his eyes glinted a bright red as they bore into the fire thoughtfully. \"But if the question was touchy, I won't press.It was just unexpected is all.\" He shrugged, finally tearing his eyes off the burn of the fire."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "Waltzing over to the river, he knelt to splash the fast current of the stream onto the dishes. The water was ice cold against his skin and he began to feel shivers that coursed along his exposed torso once the gradual cool air swept by in a swift breeze. Haphazardly drying off the dishes, he strolled to the wagon where he rummaged around for the container that withheld the rest of the cooking utilities. \"Have I ever told you, you have such a way with words?\" He shot Ally a sideways smirk as a snicker escaped him. \"But no, I can't sleep. I really tried but I just.. Can't seem to.\" His knowing smirk faded as quickly as it appeared, his gaze lingering on his hands for a split moment. He unknowingly zoned out for what must've been a minute before he shook his head frantically. Turning his attention to the scorning man, he simply shrugged; \"Oh well, I'll be fine. Don't worry *Too much* About me, Sedura.\" With that retort, he casually reached within the bed of the wagon and retrieved his black tunic from a small bag of his belongings. \"And since you're *Oh-so* Worried about me, I *Suppose* It'll be okay if you pulled the wagon lest we can't find that mane of yours.\" He closed his eyes contently as he slid the tunic over his head. How he could practically feel that scorching glare! Annoying him was certainly amusing but.. He really did ache with exhaustion from the mentioning of rest.His smile unknowingly dropped and his eyes bore onto the ground. His migraine had been killing him this entire time but the more he thought about his needs,the more he seemingly basked in the overwhelming soreness that surrounded him.. Thinking was the *Last* Thing he needed! Snapping back to reality, he reached within his bag, and perked up with a smile as he held up a small, journal-like book with a velvet, plum-coloured cover. \n\n\"Ah! Well while you make yourself useful, I'll be enjoying myself.\" He forced a pained grin as he hopped on the bed of the wagon to sit criss-cross. *\"Juohn.\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally grit his teeth- there was *No point* In even getting upset! His skin crawled with irritation and he let out a slow breath, his eyes closing. He shouldn't be getting upset now especially because of this brute–a full stomach should be a happy time– although his stomach wasn't entirely filled so he'd just blame his mood on that. With a scorning look he pulled his gaze away from Dava who had made himself comfortable and glanced across the clearing, his ears twitching at the silence before he turned his amber glare to Dava– he really did look dead on his feet, that stupid grin had faded because he was so tired and in pain! He scoffed and rolled his eyes, some people just didn't know how to take care of themselves. Ally glanced at his hand, the cool breeze lapping over his aching palm, Dava definitely needed rest if the healing hadn't helped him more– or was Ally just being antsy? He gave Dava a blank look, his mouth swiveling into a frown and his brow raising. **\"The only reason I'm worrying about you is because I'll need you to help move the wagon, whether we find the horse or not. Since you so *Graciously* Broke the wheels it will be worse than before trying to get through this weather, Vigilance might struggle pulling the wagon without the wheels *Breaking* Again. Trust me, I couldn't care less about *You*. If not for that you would have been crow food by now.\"**\n\nHe snapped, ranting longer than he intended. The wheels were definitely not going to be the same after that wear and tear, and the bars holding them on were definitely bent or splintering– plus they lacked some of the screws. How was he going to fix the wagon with no money! Was he going to be stranded in the north until he managed to actually fix the wagon and replace parts? There was no way he was risking that long trip, at least it would hold out until they got to Windhelm and he would admit, it was a fine repair job for what they had. He gave Dava a sour glare, he was going to be holding this grudge for a *Long time.* **\"Anyways, if you have trouble falling asleep tonight I will *Happily* Accommodate you.\"** He sneered, before strolling towards the edge of the clearing to begin packing everything up. Once he found the horse they were leaving, Ally didn't care how tired he might be or how tired Dava would be, there was no way he's staying here longer then he needed, He grabbed the cooking set and brought it over to the wagon where Dava was sitting so irritatingly calm with a— *Book?* And his shirt back on, thank the Gods! Ally was starting to shiver just looking at him and *Imagining* How cold he was.\n\nHe heaved the cooking stand over the wagon and placed it down with a loud 'thump', his gaze drifting to the book in Dava's hand. His ears twitched slightly and he pulled his eyes away, letting out a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head. Don't tell him this *Idiot* Was going to read– write? What did he have the book for? He shook his head and shuffled through his belongings for a pair of gloves, and in the process threw his ring and necklace into one of the bags and threw it under one of the seats.\n\nHe reached around his neck and unclipped the golden ruby necklace before slipping it in Blitz's cage– he didn't want to, uh, risk eating it tonight so– but at the same time he didn't want Dava to take it. He glanced at Blitz who was still sitting on the tree, the mouse dropped and long forgotten as she itched her wings, every so often staring daggers at the two men. *I'll just wait until she calms down to put her back in the cage.* But while he waited, his eyes lingered over the book Dava had and he leaned against the wagon, was he like Ally? Did conversation make him tired? Did he read himself to sleep? *Was he going to sleep?* He really needed Dava too. *Go. To. Sleep.* **\"What's that for?\"** He sourly blurted, leaning against the wagon, dangling his hands over the edge into the wagon and pressing his face into his arms, his icy amber eyes peeping from behind his hands and ears perking."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He only snickered when he heard the clear frustration within Ally's voice and couldn't help the smile that began to form. He briefly glanced to the agitated Breton, watching him as he retrieved the cooking set. His makeshift quill was awkwardly clutched within his fingers as he stared at Ally thoughtfully. What to say.. Where to even *Begin..* He had a lot to say but *Where to start!* His ears drooped as he deafly listened to Ally rant in frustration and even his snarky remark blew straight past him as he continued to twirl the quill in his hand in thought. He couldn't care what that short little prude had to say, probably more complaints.. Sitting down felt relieving yet fatigue crept up his spine and all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to rest. *And yet, here he was, feeling inspired to write or.. At least vent a little.*\n\nWith his attention directed back towards the journal, he swiftly began to write at moderate pace. Writing always calmed him.. Even when he logged every annoying inconvenience or recalled a sorrowful memory, expressing it in this way.. Always brought him relief. When writing about the humiliation back at the inn, the brawl, even meeting that *Prude,* He didn't feel so bitter about it now. *Oh, you bet he was still sour about it but..* His eyes slowly drifted towards Ally once his quill paused against the parchment paper. For some reason, he couldn't find the.. *Words* To describe him.. He was just so.. *Confusing!* He nearly let out a bitter scoff but as he gazed back down to his set of couplets, his mind couldn't begin to think of any adjectives to describe him. Or at least.. What he thought of him now. He vented out every frustration in such little words—yet it wasn't even half of how he felt! He let out a small silent sigh, tapping the parchment in thoughtfulness. \n\nHe jolted back, snapping out of his daze when he suddenly heard Ally's voice beside him. His ears pinned downwards, as he barely choked out; *\"W-What?\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally narrowed his eyes, leaning against the wagon and feeling the wood press against his chest. His irritation melted into somewhat curiosity as he watched with narrowed eyes as Dava began to write. He leaned over a bit, tilting his head to look at the parchment as Dava stroked the quill back and forth across the page in such a delicate and memorizing manner, beautiful lines being left in place. He couldn't see what it said, he was too far away, but then again he doubted he'd be able to read it even if he was close enough. He took to watching Dava quietly for a moment as he got lost in his own writing, amber eyes just barely popping up from his arms and red hair sprawled over his face and arms. Annoying as he was, *Dava could write*? That was impressive even in Ally's mind, he adored watching people write and wished he could still do the same. His mind wandered off, his gaze memorized as he watched Dava write, his amber eyes turning somber after a while. He wondered what he was writing, he wished he could see- annoying as he was he'd still love to see. His notebook looked like a certain little *Someone's* He'd left behind. He remembered touching the soft pages, reading the fine little penmanship and laughing at all the outrageous ideas and random symbol- lys. He tilted his head and his eye lids lowered, he could plunge himself in that memory - and oh he did.\n\nHe remembered the dusty little notebook tucked away in his office, Filomena thought it would be safer next to Ally's papers, however she did not expect her father to have prying eyes. He read everything in that little notebook and would mess with the red-headed girl by ominously quoting her writings- oh how frusterated and red in the face she'd get!\n\nThe book was smooth, with a leather cover with a name imprinted on the front. Ally rubbed his hand on the splintered wood of the wagon and could feel the engraving of a nonexistent name '*Filomena Amadaus*', in cursive and gold, and then the little stories that followed on each page, notes, and drawings... What would Dava write about? Nothing as thrilling as Filomena, that's for sure, perhaps it was just scribbles and nonsense but the way he wrote was just *Pretty*. Or perhaps he was writing an epic tale of dragons and princesses... Oh, how he loved the thought of reading that.\n\nTo Dava, it must have looked like he was just staring emptily towards the little book in his hands but after a long silence Ally flicked his head back up to attention when he realized Dava had said something. *Whoops*, he tried to keep his cold tone but he couldn't help the curiosity that sparked in it as he pointed to the book almost like an excited child, **\"Are you writing?\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He gradually felt his face get warmer by the second as he stared at Ally with a bewildered gaze. Why was he just.. *Staring?* His eyes shifted around their camp uncomfortably, analyzing whatever he could as a distraction. Every now and again, his gaze would flicker back to Ally, who'd still be spacing out in his general direction! Dava bit inside of his lip, awkwardly pulling his journal closer for comfort. What was with him? He waved his hand cautiously in front of Ally to refocus his attention,but his gaze seemed to be locked in on his journal. *Was he.. Alright?*\n\nHe was.. Creeping him out.First he nearly gives him a heart attack and now he's acting so.. *Strange.* He didn't even hear what he asked beforehand.What did he want? Watching him stare so intently at his journal,he couldn't help instinctively moving it closer to him. \n\nWhat if he caught a glimpse of what was written..?It wasnt offensive!Or at least.. *Not that much..* Sparing a quick glance to the pre-written words,he narrowed his eyes in confusion. It wasn't anything.. That should concern him or at least.. *That's what he thought.* Only his name was written down!He didn't even add onto his thought before that prude snuck over here! *It's not like he knew what to say about Ally anyways..* The guy was nutcase and yet,it was so difficult to capture the type of person he was! Describing him was impossible!He stick his lip out in a slight pout as he analyzed each verse over again. He shot Ally a cold glare after a long moment of uncomfortable silence and snapped his journal shut with a loud *'thump.'* \n\n\"W-why does it m-matter what I was doing?\" He could feel each word get tangled up and he could feel his face burn with embarrassment. He absolutely dreaded when people stopped his creative flow to just—just—*Just harass him!* Why did *He* Care enough to ask anyways..? With a heavy sigh, he pulled his scarf up sheepishly but hesitantly answered, \"But yes, I *Was* Writing.. Why do *You* Want to know..?\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "He shot the book a look as it was snapped shut, his amber eyes rolling- curse him for showing interest in something Dava was doing! He pulled his weight off the wagon and crossed his arms, his cold gaze moving towards Dava's face and narrowing as he watched the scarf go up. He just asked, was that so bad? Did Dava not want him to ask or see? Then why was he doing it in plain sight! Curiosity tugged at Ally and he rubbed his chin, ears lowering. Dava seemed uncomfortable, he hasn't spaced out had he? His mind lingered back to his previous thoughts- *No, he mustn't get caught in those again*. **\"Is it that bad I *Asked*?\"** He grumbled sourly, turning his head away from Dava to look at the woods- he did want to know what Dava was writing! He loved watching people write, even if he hated Dava but was Dava taking insult in asking? What? He could write a description on how the woods looked now- eerie, dark, snowy, golden light spilling over the treetops- and then revisit it whenever he wanted and see the image. Ally wished he could write! And Dava's penmanship looked pretty from what he saw, anyone who moved a quill like that has to be an amazing writer! Dava may be a thief- *But it was almost fitting*. \n\nAlly pulled his cloak closer, gesturing with a lazy hand towards Dava's book. **\"You don't need to stop, I was just wondering.\"** He huffed, hopping onto the front of the wagon and stretching his arms above his head. If Dava didn't want him to watch so be it- but he could certainly continue. Ally would be interested in hearing the scratch of a quill against paper if nothing else- Ally laid down on his back, the cold wood pressed against it and his legs dangling over the edge, the bar between the front and the back hiding his fingers as he laid down, closing his eyes softly. He just needed to *Ignore* Dava if he was going to get that prissy over ally asking a question, plus, who knows when he was going to start another fight!\n\nAnyways, Dava's change of tone at his question was almost amusing. With a scornful tone, ignoring the fact he might have spaced out and annoyed the dunmer man, he bitterly blurted, **\"Why did you stop writing, did my question scare you?\"**\n\nHe didn't mean for him to stop writing."
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ally, cocking his head to the side. *Why did he want him to write so badly..?* He gently placed his journal down on his lap, twirling the quill between his fingers. Why was he so curious..? \n\n*Whatever, it didn't matter why!* \n\nThe point was that *Good-for-nothing jerk* Was prodding too much into *His* Business! A loud, annoyed huff escaped his lips as he slightly lowered the velvet scarf. His cheeks still radiated with heat but at least he managed to catch onto his stupid stutter before it could become too prominent. Sparing the book a downwards glance, he gnawed his bottom lip in thought. Was he *Overracting* Possibly..? \n\n*No!* What a idiotic question to ask! He's not the one who sticks his nose where it doesn't belong! *As hypocritical as it sounded, it was mostly true!* Besides, he never allowed anyone even a *Glimpse* Of his leyr'lehjii! (poetry) Not again will he make that mistake of showing it to the *Wrong* Person and get berated for partaking in such a *'sensitive and foolish'* Waste of time! *But..* He let out a begrudged sigh as he traced the golden-laced stitches that formed his name. This book meant the world to him when he first decided to take up leyr'lehjii! *But all it was, was something to poke fun at and tease!* A *Sensitive* Hobby for those who are pathetic enough to indulge in! That was always the expectant reaction to it anyways.. Who's to say this prude wouldn't react the same? Take one glance at him! He is the biggest, uptight asshole he's ever met! He nearly scoffed, shooting the short Breton a judgemental glare but he forced himself to take in a deep breath. Writing was supposed to sooth his agitation, not make it worse! \n\n*This precisely why he preferred to write in private.* He fidgeted with the quill between his hands as he muttered sarcastically; \"I'm not used to writing in the company of others.. *Not that you'd understand what that's like.\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Obviously Dava didn't have the capacity to talk- Ally had a nice tone given his standards of speech. He'd merely asked a question, but if Dava was going to be so snotty about Ally being *Interested* In something he actually did then he wasn't going to be curious about it. He was just trying to be nice, but if Dava was going to be like this- **\"I understand writing as being a *Respectable* Asset, I'm surprised someone such as *Yourself* Could even pick up a quill.\"** Ally stated in such a cold, but nonchalant tone, keeping his eyes closed and relaxing his body, finding comfort even on the uncomfortable wood. If Dava was going to write to fall asleep then by all means he should, Ally peeked open to look at the sun. It was getting late now and shadows were starting to envelop the darkness, the snow wasn't glittering as much as it was and was now still and grey in the dusk. Ally sat up, eagerly reaching up his arms and grabbing the thin cloth where he'd tied it around his head and began to fiddle with the knot. **\"*Your right, I don't.*\"** He snottily retorted, pulling the veil off his eyes, relishing the breeze lapping over his now unclothed face but shivering as the cold could now seep into his skin. He reached over and put the veil in his cloaks pocket, letting out a little yawn.\n\n**\"If writing helps you sleep then by all means, continue, I think I'm going to take a little nap *So don't worry*\"** Perhaps he was going to take a nap, more likely lie awake until the moon rose in the sky and if this brute was still up by then smash a pan over his head.\n\nIt didn't matter whether he wrote or not, even if Ally was incredibly interested, he just needed to sleep so Ally could get done what he needed tonight, no way was he going to trust Dava awake while he roamed the forest. Although, it wouldn't be a particularly bad thing if he met his demise out in the dark woods. Ally leaned back and put his hands behind his head, looking towards the sky from where he laid down and yawned, his gaze bleary. He'd much rather sleep tonight but... *Things would be better this way.*"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "His eyes began to slowly close as a wave of exhaustion overwhelmed him. He let out soft breaths as he visibly fought the slumber that clouded his vision. He forced his eyes open with a jolt but that only worsen his throbbing migraine. A soft groan escaped his lips, causing him to clutch the side of his pounding head. Dava followed Ally's change in attention as he briefly touched his face.. Had he looked as awful as he felt? For some reason to catch that prude's side glances, Dava briskly lifted his scarf up for security.He hated being stared at as if there was something *Wrong* With him but.. *Perhaps* It was *A bit* Hypocritical to feel judged... His hand subconsciously found its way onto his shoulder where with a few gentle rubs on the bruised skin, he visibly winced in soreness.His glowing eyes flickered to that of his bruised joint. *Surely it looked worse than it felt..* He barely choked out a small, pitiful laugh as if the aching he felt was amusing. Honestly.. The more he thought about the timespan between when he beat that bloody dunmer back at the inn and now gazing up at the dimming night sky with the man who nearly murdered him, the more hilarious it all seemed. How life certainly knew how to take its turns! The way he cracked into a laughing fit, he must've seemed insane! But he just couldn't stop the roar of choked laughter that escaped him! *Was he going mad?*\nAfter a minute or so, his sudden outburst of laughter died down, he gently rubbed his throbbing head as pain and amusement mixed together to create a slight delirious sensation. He peered downwards to Ally, finally managing to catch his breath. *\"Heh.. Of course I can't sleep, I feel like shit.\"* \n\nHe began to chuckle again but a pained groan shortly followed. \"I suppose it's just funny to me.. So much has happened in such little time and I *Still* Can't wrap my mind around it.. I can't even remember the name you've given me, that's how scrambled my head is right now.. *What was it again..?\"*"
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally shot Dava a annoyed glare, his lip curling in distaste as he started this *Fit*. How annoying could he possibly get? Ally took his hand and without warning pushed his finger against Dava's forehead and shoved him back into the back of the wagon to finish his, uh, well... *Whatever this was.* He was definitely tired, Ally could tell, he did the same but he couldn't recall going crazy because he was so tired. He grumbled irritably, his ears lowering and his gaze turning towards the growing shadows in the woods. **\"Obviously, you're tired. Lay down under those blankets before I knock you out myself\"** He bitterly snapped, not in the mood to deal with Dava's annoying self right now. Gods, he'd never met anyone so stubborn with sleep, was he even this bad? Ally swiveled around, purring his shoulder over the separation bar and leaning back before he snapped his hand over the rail to point at the blankets, his amber eyes narrowing and a growl rumbling as he spoke. **\"I don't care if you feel like shit or not donkey, I'm sure you'll pass out as soon as you lay down. Please, I'm not dealing with this idiocy anymore today, sleep or not, if you don't I can guarantee tomorrow you'll feel worse.\"**\n\nAlly then pushed himself off the wagon, landing with a little thump on the ground before shaking his head, clasping his ears gently with his hands and rolling his eyes as Dava began to speak. Everything screamed do not engage and let this *Manchild* Calm down and fall asleep on his own. But *He couldn't.* **\"You probably can't think because your downright tired, you're too focused on being *Annoying* Right now\"** He bitterly snapped, taking a few steps away from the wagon back into the clearing. Snow crunched under his boots and he pulled his cloak tighter around his neck, the wind billowing it.\n\nHe went over to the dead fire, giving it a cold glance before kicking the ashes across the clearing in annoyance before he nonchalantly called over his shoulder, **\"I can go down a whole list of the names. However, *I* Don't feel like *Wasting* My breath on such a frivolous task right now. But i'll gladly tell you tomorrow.\"**"
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"author": "Davaras Mavams",
"message": "When Ally pushed him backwards into the bed of the wagon, he winced at the sudden stabbing pain that coursed throughout his head. His eyes clenched tightly to stop the spinning that overtook his vision. He laid back onto his hands as he sat up shakily. Gritting his teeth begrudgingly, he shot his head around to glare at Ally, who now paraded towards the snuffed campfire. He began to regret shooting Ally a look so quickly when his head throbbed worse than before—why did he have to press so hard?! It hurt so much more now! He quickly dabbed his watering eyes as the pain seemingly intensified by the second. \"If you wanted me to move, you could've ask me to, you prick!\" He snapped, deciding to turn his body fully around, swinging his legs off the wagon bed. He wasn't angry but this is the worst he's felt in a long time! If he wanted Dava to listen, he didn't have to act like such a stuck-up, prissy n'wah! He groaned in agony as even the feeling of agitation brought him pain!His ears twitched as if to tell him that prude was complaining again, not that he noticed or *Cared.* Though, he decided to listen in regardless of how rude and harsh that prude could be.\n\n *Anddddd.. It was no surprise what a mistake tuning in was.* He really knew how to talk once you got him started!But how was *He* The one that was being annoying? He let out a soft scoff and scolded himself before he could even *Begin* To think of how to contradict himself this time. \n\n\"I meant I forgot *Your name,* Sedura. No need to throw a temper tantrum, I've only forgotten.\" He stretched his arms behind his head as he observed the stars above. While laying down,the spinning within his vision finally stopped and he no longer felt dizzy. If he couldn't figure out more about this psychopath, at the very least he wanted was his name! He observed Ally intently before snapping his fingers together in recognition. \"It was.. Elly right?! No wait.. That can't be right, was it with an e or an a... I cant remember.\""
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"author": "pudgefeather",
"message": "Ally crossed his arms, upon turning his bright amber eyes to the sky and viewing the pale twinkle of starts emerging and the light began to cede, he strained his ears. The forest seemed empty, even more empty at night apart from the soft hoot of an owl he couldn't quite locate among the pine trees. Now that dark was upon them the light seemed to fade faster and faster until the sun had dipped low beyond the horizon and was stealing the streaks of orange that still illuminated the sky, leaving a soft ombre of pink, lavender, and a musky blue that slowly gave way to a black veil. His eyes glittered with admiration for the oh so paint-able and lovely scene above him, it was indeed going to be a lovely night compared to last night. He stretched his fingers, pulling his hands close to his chest as he looked down towards the ground, pulling his gaze away from the scene above him to listen to whatever, Dya, Dona.. Dave? Had to say. He was one in the same, he couldn't remember Dava's name anymore... But at the same time he cared much less about Dava's name then he seemed to care about Ally's name.\n\nHe put a hand on his hip, his gloved hand grasping the thin curve of his waist - he was smaller by nature, but his waist was much thinner right now compared to when he properly ate - this was the best he'd eaten in a few weeks, despite the fact he loves food!\n\nHis rat stews and herbal tonics were hardly enough to healthily full his belly, too bad his appetite never ceased! He was already watering at the prospect of a breakfast but he failed to see the way towards the morning the longer this brute kept them both awake. He sighed in defeat, casting his hardened amber gaze towards Dava's direction, light reflecting off his amber gaze. How much longer until Dava's body gave out on him? \n\nAlly rubbed his brow and shook his head, before pulling his cheeks and strolling back over towards the wagon, pressing his hands in the warm pockets of his cloak. **\"Perhaps you should have made that clearer, nitwit\"** He huffed, rolling his eyes, *Perhaps he'll sleep if I just tell him.* Ally approached the wagon again and leaned over, crossing his arms and leaning over the wagon side, which creaked under the weight applied. **\"It's *Elly*. But it's not Elly, it's *E*Lly, with an A! How do you not remember? You were the one so insistent on arguing earlier!\"**"
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*A hulking shape moved through the snow-covered trees, trudging through a thick layer of soft snow and hefting a large, crude axe in one hand. From head to toe it was draped in a medley of animal pelts held together with plenty of simple hide laces, doing well to ward off the biting cold of northern Skyrim. Once more, Rodric had found himself wandering further from his home in the Reach in search of food, and still he wasn't sure why all the game had moved away. Perhaps the Forsworn, or poachers, or something else perhaps? Whatever the cause, he was certain that he had to keep searching. It took much food to keep himself strong, owing to his size, and so he had to make sure to stay fed as often as possible and as much as possible. It was what he was doing now, following the pungent scent of a rather large bear. Different from his usual tastes for venison or other animals, but plenty of meat to last a little longer. Yet even then, he picked up other scents as well, all sorts of smells in the wilderness.*"
},
{
"author": "Mosul Advencius",
"message": "**The moon shines brightly upon the beaten path, covered in snow and other unidentifiable materials. Mosul would be riding upon his snow bear mount, its bright white fure and scars camoflauging perfectly with the snowy backdrop. Looking at the scenery, he found the beauty of Skryim encapturing, its different seasons, its high mountains and plentitutdes of deep lakes. His cloak stopped any cold from reaching his golden skin, enchanted to do just the job and more. Its tapestrys swirling and moving slowly and methodically, as though in time with the bounce of his bear stead.**\n**The bear then stopped and sniffed in the air. It sensed something, and when Mosul utilised his magical expertise, he viewed the creature clearer than the rays of moonlight infront of him. It seemed to be a beast of somekind. A bull maybe, from the size of it maybe even mamoth. But no, it was standing on its rears. This was something else, something he had to see. He began to move closer towards it, not too fast to startle whatever it may be, at a friendly and welcoming pace. The bear would be of no issue, he had the beast under complete control. Even if the saddle came off, he could still entrance it under his command through the click of his fingers.**\n**He shouted from a distance now**\n\"Hey there traveler.\" **He would utilise his magic oncemore, seeing it behind a tree and sensing its path and direction, he knew he had been heard.**"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Perhaps Mosul knew he had been heard, but Rodric was not surprised by his presence for the reasons one would expect. Frankly, he'd picked up on the scent of him and the bear he rode on more than a mile ago, something that virtually no other in Skyrim could do. Rather, he was surprised that the Altmer knew he was faced with something nearly as large as a giant and hefting a huge axe, and yet decided to speak to him casually like looking at a 9-foot-tall man-bull was a normal occurrence. And so, Rodric walked into view, shaking the nearby trees a bit and knocking snow off of their branches with his weight. He looked stoically at the Altmer and spoke plainly.*\n\n\"Why are you not afraid of me?\""
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{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "========================\n\nIt was one of those miserable days where it was too warm to snow but not dry enough to avoid a drizzle. Damp permeated all things, misting up into a moody fog that hid the road and made eerie silhouettes of the roadside trees. \n\nThe road was a mucky, boot churned slurry of boot prints and runnels of a wagon's wheels veering sharply off course. Despite the smells of drip wet pine and damp loam, it was hard to overlook the stink of shit. \n\nSome of the boot-print puddles ran a bit pink, growing redder the nearer they got to the wagon. Or rather, the evidence of what *Had* Been a wagon. Splinters and wood strips. A cracked wheel and half a spoke. \n\nA horse was sprawled sideways with its bowels out in the middle of the road in a slop that had quit steaming only minutes ago. As for the people, *Well...* \n\nThere were animal prints in the mud. Big ones. Badly preserved on account of the yielding ground, but whatever had run the little caravan down had been galloping at them hard enough to rip divots in the mud. \n\nIt stank of dog, but there was no barking. Just people and their pieces. Red puddles. Pink streams. A dunmer in crude leathers picking through the vest of an orc missing the lower half of his body, grumbling some guttural vernacular as he came up empty of anything valuable. \n\nHe was soaked to the bone but didn't seem to mind, hunkered there amid the mess of bodies. He'd gotten everyone's boots in a neat pile by the wheel, with pouches and belts dropped around it all. It seemed he was working through the clothes, muttering to himself, oblivious to the sloshing steps of a newcomer."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It would be nice if there'd been some privacy, but there never is in the woods, is there? The feeling of eyes watching is a feeling one never gets accustomed to, so it stands out when you feel it. Something is watching, has been for a bit, you'd thought it was the people who are now lying dead in the road, but it wasn't, someone else is present, watching, waiting."
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "Red eyes shot up, glinting shiftily. It wasn't road muck that made his skin so dark. His color was pale grey of sudden dusk, shadows of night in his sunken cheeks. \n\nLong hair full of tangled braids was plastered around the harsh angles of his bony face. Scarred lips peeled over filed teeth as he bared them at nothing, searching for what had made his neck prickle so. \n\nHis voice, when raised, was harsh and hoarse:\n\n\"If you're waiting, you can come out now. Haven't found what I'm looking for. And it's all a bit much to carry on my own.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There's no response, you hear movement in the tops of the trees, rustling of leaves, cracking of branches. As you peer at the treetops blue glints can be seen, something glowing. Something passes overhead, landing in another treetop"
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "A growled curse. Spit in the mud, a wad of phlegm bobbing up in a red puddle growing pinker from rainfall. \n\nWith a frustrated slap on the orc's still chest the dunmer lifted himself from his squat and (after an ungainly crawl on all fours over a few other examples of manglement) tautered to an awkward stand. \n\nHe muttered something. Strung some shapes with his hands that drew a deep purple smoke from the air between his hands. It shimmered into the wavering ripples of a translucent bow. \n\nHis other fist held a quiver of similarly sizzly arrows. Eyeballing the tree branches, in a blink he lashed and loosed a shot into the brambles, his warning a whistling arc of violet light. \n\n\"Come out of the damn tree. I'd hit you if I wanted!\" \n\nNo way to tell if that was a boast or a promise, or that for the last week he'd been losing coin to his aim being a tad off center (on account of the drinks preceding such contests.) \n\nAll told it had been a fine enough shot, then and there."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There's still no response, for a bit, until finally a voice speaks out"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I'll do no such thing, beast.\" The voice is male, a strange accent, definitely a Mer, but the accent is... Different, not identifiable. It's not moving so the figure is still, for now. The blue glint is seen in the tree, at a high point"
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "Well, the *Tone* Didn't sound anything like the road's usual ruffians full of bad ideas and blades leaving sheathes. The dunmer's eyes narrowed a tad. \"Not a nice thing to call a grey skin. Pretty thing like you practically *Glows* Within all that pine. May as well come down now. I'm not interested in your pockets. Think I can't climb trees?\""
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Says the one who slaughtered a carriage of people.\" The voice responds, \"Mainly because I'd rather not get my boots dirtied with mud and blood. Not unless I really need to. Plus I'd lose this perfect angle I have on you, I can practically see the bolt as it flies into your chest.\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"You call them people,\" The dunmer growled. \"They were *Thieves* On a getaway. Neither horse nor carriage or the whole pile of rubbish on this shit streak road was ever *Theirs!*\" Shouted with a wide flourish of outspread hands as the dark elf turned a circle in the downpour. \n\n\"And they didn't even have it in them to die with *My* Things on them!\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"And you're fit to be their executioner? I didn't realize you were the local guard.\" The voice says mockingly, \"Don't think I don't see how you tore that orsimer completely in half. He died screaming if I recall correctly. Not exactly a quick death.\" He laughs at the dunmer's last statement, \"And you even had the wrong ones! My, my, what a messy situation you've gotten yourself into. Who are you to say they were even thieves in the first place. For all I know you just massacred a trade caravan.\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"Forgot other mer walk around with snoot up their noses, can't smell much of a damn thing can you? Too high off the fumes of your own shit. Bet you don't even know what *You* Smell like.\" The dunmer spat at the base of the tree, clapping his hands together as he turned and set to pilfering what he could from the dead. There was a little coin to be had, but evidently not much else of interest, save for a book or journal of some kind the crouching dark elf started pawing through, shielding the pages from the downpour with his own back."
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"You think I don't smell the scent of wet dog? The smell is coming from you, twice-cursed.\" He says, calling him twice-cursed to mock him, \"And for your information, I smell quite nice, I use perfumes and flowers.\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"If you aren't the law then I have no reason to explain myself,\" The dunmer said as he fished out a gore coated amulet. Something to do with Stendarr, not that it had done much good for the wearer today. \"Or bite out your throat. But if you prefer to keep yourself treed. Never knew a *High elf* Who liked to climb.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Well it's a good thing I'm not an *Altmer* Now isn't it.\" He says, \"I'm quite comfortable up here, gives me a nice look at the area. The high ground is always preferable.\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"As you like,\" Said the dunmer, angling his nose up. From the treed mer's angle it appeared he was scenting things as the wind rose. \"Think there's more two-legs on the way over. Likely seeking the ones who didn't make a certain rendezvous.\" Rough, gravelly cackling. \"Yes, I hear the wheels squishing. More horses. More feet. Quite the party. Think I'll be gone for now. Enjoy your vantage for however long they keep you up there, *Not-an-altmer.\" \n\nThe dark elf became a blurry streak as he turned and sprinted for the woods, darting under and past the hidden mer's tree. \n*(if you don't ping me I won't see you've replied, ffs)*"
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Coward.\" He says, \"And calling them 'two-legs' is an odd choice, but I suppose it makes sense for a werewolf... Even though they still walk on two legs.\" He says to himself, giving chase to the dunmer, staying in the treetops, \"Afraid of a little confrontation?\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "The dunmer had some legs, propelling himself up a hill, over a log, past a bit of jagged rocks, and then landing lightly in a hunker in a bed of leaves, where he lay there listening to the commotion outside the woods. \n\nTalking voices, some high, some low. Panic, disgust, outrage. The usual, when you're a caravan of *Maybe-bandits* Coming across your peers in pieces. \n\n\"Can't track dead men back to their stores with no scent leads can you? You sound like a treed fop, not a necromancer.\""
},
{
"author": "eggplantsrbetter",
"message": "He chuckles, keeping decent pace with the dunmer, \"I don't need scent, I can see you through the trees, you're alive, aren't you?\" He says, spell casting can be heard, only one spell, though. \"If by 'treed fop' you mean Bosmer, no I'm not. Just an elf who likes staying out of sight.\" He says nothing on the Necromancer remark. He also seems oddly dedicated to keeping up conversation"
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"Whatever you say you are, you're a bit dimwitted. This conversation is going to draw attention. Do I need to shoot you out of the tree? Maybe climb it and chew you up?\" The dark elf growled from his leafy bed. \n\nOne ear was craned on the commotion on the other side of the trees. Someone was weeping like the world had ended for them."
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He laughs, \"I'd like to see you try.\" He says, \"I believe there's a clearing nearby, if you want to try your hand against me. Not to the death, of course, just a sparring match.\" He offers, his voice is confident, perhaps overly so"
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"Spars are for fops with things to prove or novices with much to learn,\" Growled the dunmer. \"If I decide to hit you it'll be with the intention that are not getting up again. As it were, I'm a bit busy. Shut up now, I think they're leaving.\" \n\nAnd as it so happened, they were. The dead had been packed, with as many of the pieces as their *Living* Fellows could stand to carry. The rain had let up a bit, making things a bit clearer to see by. \n\nThe dunmer was a tangle of limbs crawling out of the woods at a hasty scurry. He was a sight, snuffling on the ground, eyeing up all the new footprints and bits of stray cloth left on the ground. So it seemed the mud would make things easier for a stretch, slowing down the caravan and buying him time to catch up before (he supposed) they would quit the open road."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"So are you going to tear that caravan to shreds, too?\" He asks, some writing can be heard. \"You fighters and your refusal to train at all. What a downfall.\" He says mockingly"
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"If I mauled them to bits I'd not have a way to find my things. What's it to you anyway? Is your vocation to be a gnat?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I suppose that's a good point.\" He says, \"Would you like help, convincing them? I can be quite persuasive when I need to be\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"You've not even managed to convince me I shouldn't break your neck and be done with it,\" The dunmer growled from his crouch in the mud."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I haven't tried attacking, now have I?\" He asks, rhetorically, \"And, I mean, look at the state of you. Your outfit makes you look like a beggar, easy to kill. You don't have much to bargain with, or even threaten with. I on the other hand, I my equipment is expensive and armored.\""
},
{
"author": "zamlazaz",
"message": "\"For one thing, I don't bargain with thieves - and *Threatening* Them is the least of my intentions. Looks have little with anything. And weren't you under the presumption I'd just murdered an innocent caravan?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Exactly, that's why I want you to think this through. If they are a group of thieves they'll just rob you for what little you have, if they're a normal caravan I doubt they'll help you, you're covered in mud and blood and wearing the most drab attire I've ever seen, the most they'll do is maybe take you to the nearest city.\" He says"
}
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{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Trudging onwards through the lower half of Skyrim's coldest region, having handed Serrida that same bear pelt from before, while he himself and venture seemed mostly unbotherwd by it all.\nOnly throwing a light cloak over his body and that was really it.\nWalking through and making a path through the snow covered path.\nWhich he seemed to be having no problem following.\n\"As much as I'd like to bed down again, I belive we're going to skip Windhelm, if you think the other cities aren't very accepting, this one is the worst. The dunmer are treated like sewer rats and most other races aren't much better off. I'm afraid they would just find a good laugh if you told them about yourself\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She had never known a nord that felt the winds chill. The race was made for this weather. While her heart and soul wanted to be one of them. Her body knew it wasn't. Winds and cold like this wouldn't do for a race that lived in the hottest parts of Tamerial. She was freezing even in the bear pelt while her beloved Ed was perfectly fine. Still it was beautiful out here. Her heart sank when she heard the hold mentioned. Ulfric barely tolerated the 3 other races of human and had Hatred for most of the elves. And nothing but complete contempt for Beastfolk. Even if Reian vouched for her. She doubted the guards would care what even he thought. \"I know. \" As he walked near she rested her head on him from atop her horse. The gesture translated to that makes me sad comfort me please"
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "He raised his hand to gently rest it on her leg, he'd put together by this point that trying to reassure or comfort verbally was just not in the cards for him.\nSo this was the best he could think of without being certain he'd just upset her more, but being in the road he also had to keep his eyes out for dangers and the like.\nMaking sure he didn't slip on ice or anything."
}
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{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "I guess... I fuck I had a good scene going on"
},
{
"author": "riot2003",
"message": "Dragons aren't around yet"
},
{
"author": "azzot_the_magnificence",
"message": "They never will be. I'll let you take over"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hmmm... It's a long way to the rift, let alone riften. Not to mention the trick uphill to get into the rift.\nSo I suppose thus journey could be as good a time as any to know one another b-\"\nHe cut himself off, stopping in his tracks and putting his hand on venture to halt him too.\nAs an arrow flew by Reian's face and just infront of Serrida's stomach.\n\nFlying off and vanishing into the snow, a hardly noticable 'thunk' against the rocky or just frozen ground buried beneath."
}
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{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "Her head left his shoulder the instant the arrow whipped past her. She was wide awake by time the arrow was swallowed beneath the frost at their feet. Bandits. With the empire and the storm cloaks at each other throats there was no reliable force in the land to hunt these scum Out of every strong hold in skyrim. While war was bad for business for some. For the bandits it's it was ample opportunity to swell their numbers. Many refugees would be lost in the wild lands to rob or worse. Sometimes former soldiers would become deserters and join up with them increasing their skilled fighters. The roads just got worse and worse every day for travellers like them. Even her sharp eyes could hardly see who fired the shot in the snow. Suddenly windhelm And it's racist wannabe king Didn't sound so bad as she hopped off her mount Going for her sword. Unlike with the Falmer. Her father had trained her for fighting other men. And this time she was not afraid. \"Shit I can't see them. \" The wind was whipping so hard she had the strain her eyes just to look at the horizon. She would have to rely on her sense of smell and her ears to pin point her enemy. She pressed close to her mate."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Unlike his feline companion his eyes and body were both bred and built for these lands looking in the direction that the arrow had flown in from.\nGrabbing his hammer and slamming it into his opposite hand, gripping the handle tightly as he scanned the are. One thing rustled and the very small sound of bickering and possibly getting quietly chewed out for whiffing the shot.\n\nReian stamping his boot as he charged off in that direction, barreling through the snow as he let out a nord war cry, anyone around feeling it in their guts.\nOnce he dove into the brush bodies scattered, two dark elves and a wood elf all out to the sides, the wood elf holding a hunting bow, one dark elf willing a steel sword and the other holding double iron daggers.\n\nThe sword elf getting absolutely laid out with his hammer as it slammed right into his torso, sending him tumbling into the snow bank and just kinda vanishing in the dust cloud of white."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "Seeing that the Archers protectors scatter she tried to handle the wood elf with a bow herself. She counted it a mercy that it was obvious the man was poorly suited to use the bow. Probably only recently turned bandit. He fumbled for his next shot and missed her like he had earlier. Well missed anything vital as she yelled and pain as it hit her on the shoulder. It hadn't gone deep thanks to her leather armor. But just enough to Plunge through a fraction of an inch of muscle. Angrily she took her great sword and swung at him. Not to kill she aimed for the bow itself Which he used to shield himself against the oncoming blow snapping it into two. Fool. He should've practiced on bucket's first but she had when she got her first bow. Lacking confidence to face a live target Could have been his downfall If she hadn't spared him. Rather than kill him she hit him with the butt of her sword Knocking the tank skinned elf out cold in the snow"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Behind her Reian wasn't being quite so lenient with them, as he lunged at the other elf, bringing up his boot and kicking the dagger free from his left hand before swinging that massive hammer and destroying his other hand.\n\nStepping in close and slamming his head into the elf's with a sickening crack of a headbutt\nThe elf staggering for a moment before dropping into the snow.\nThe battle rage in the nord's eyes slowly subsiding as he glanced to make sure Serrida was alright"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "While an artery hadn't been nicked she still had blood trickling from her shoulder as she grabbed a hold of the arrowhead and pulled it out of her gritting her teeth. Glad it hadn't gone deeper and that her father's old armor held. But it would need to be mended. It was meant to repel sword thrust and dagger cuts. Not stop arrows. The elf was still unconscious by her feet but she looked and saw his comrades were not so lucky. She didn't criticize or fault him for what he had done. Just wish it wasn't necessary. Because she knew eventually this would happen again and she would be faced with something she had never done before. Killing her first man. And the next one wouldn't be a clumsy archer. Her gut instinct told her. The next would be a warrior"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He remained stationary for a time, just gauging the area and listening closely, even smelling the air to make sure there were no others \nThere were none he could sense, easing up, if only slightly as hemade his way back to serrida.\n\n\"You spared him\"\nAlmost sounding mildy dissapointed and at the same time surprised at her actions, or lack thereof."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I've never killed anyone before and for some reason. It felt like it would be wrong to start with him. He seemed like too much of a clumsy idiot to actually be a killer. He hesitated. There's no honor and killing the weak. How do I do think it weird. I've always heard stories that what else were the best archers in all Tamerial \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He sighed, raising his hammer to rest it on his shoulder, if you wish to spare him, then I'll abide your wishes.\nBut when it comes to a fight, if your attacked at random, it's best to treat it like if you don't win that you will end up dead.\nThey made their choice, and they can die by it\"\nHe'd been out here a while so such a sentiment was likely forged and set in steel over such a long time"
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" Look at it like this he'll realize how much of a crap shot he was when he wakes up. See that both of his friends are dead. And he came up empty handed from this whole experience. If I were in his shoes I would quit and go somewhere else then do something else. His heart wasn't really in it. I did him a favor. \" She winced as she felt the blood trickling out of her shoulder. \" I'm gonna have to clean this out do you have any rags? \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He was way ahead of her, reaching onto his backpack and pulling out a roll of well clean linens, tightly rolled and to be used as bandaging.\n\"Always keep some on me.\"\n\nThe amount of scars all over his body certainly suggested he'd gone through a good many of these in his life.\n\"I can apply them if you wish, get a tighter wrap\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She was already removing her shoulder pad.\n There was a small hole in it and luckily the wound was not deep. Just got into some of the muscle. None of the bone. Her fur stained by blood As a trickled instead of poured. She nodded for him to do what he must."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "Taking the bandage wraps he would pull them apart, unrolling it a ways before firmly pressing it to the wound, before cautiously wrapping it around her shoulder and under her arm.\nGetting it pulled tight but not enough to cut off the blood flow but just enough to greatly suppress bleeding.\n\n\"There love, I'm not sure how deep it is but it could be a bit before it's fully healed\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She nuzzled his arm briefly with her whiskers. Then paused realizing how ridiculous she looked doing so. \"Sorry Reian. Thank you... Ummm Reian could you tell me a story. Something to take my mind off the pain and ....Them\" She gestures to the bobies"
}
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{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He didn't find it ridiculous at all, he accepted any way she chose to show affection.\nAs he gently grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her back up upon Venture's back, who was totally unscathed from the ordeal.\n\n\"Heh, I don't hold many uplifting tales love. Honestly meeting you has been the light of it all so far if I'm honest\"\nA gentle chuckle for something so depressing."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"Well that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I won't be mad about the others that came before me. You lived a whole life before you met me And i'm sure you've met plenty of other women. Can you spoke very highly about other Khajiits. I just want to know what your life was like before you met me. You're an Adventurer in the fullest sense of the word. Even if it all wasn't sweet rolls and warm beds I still want to know about you and where you've been. I'm sure your life has much more going on for it than mine. Adopted by a guard turned farmer Probably isn't interesting compared to what you've done. \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hmm... Fair enough, but the life of a mercenary isn't very interesting outside of the jobs we've taken.\nIt's just one job to the next, to make sure we gain some kinda of reputation to get better work.\n\nI'm less of a full time merc these days and working towards more personal goals. But you already know about that.\"\n\nAs they walked he seemed to be in thought, trying to think back and remember it himself. His life up to this point."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" You said you went all over tamariel. How about the land where the cat... Khajiit come from. I've heard therefore have rain all year round and when there's no forest it's just sand and heat. Tell me about that any cool creatures you've seen interesting people you've met there? \" Despite the fact that she had just taken a shot to the arm and was still in pain that did not dull her child like sense of wonder. Actually looked up with him with big blue eyes begging him for stories of adventure"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"It was pretty, yes. But it wasn't my deal, too much sand, got too warm.\nI much prefer the cold and snows of skyrim, it rained quite often while I was there outside of swimming, I don't think I'd ever been soaked as often.\n\nBut I didn't stay there for more than a couple days I was only there for my bounty and then I came home.\nBut the folks I talked to were quite friendly, especially by nord standards. Probably some of the most welcoming folks I'd ever encountered.\"\n\nHe clearly had both good and bad memories of the place, but overall it seemed a well enough place.\n\"But it's also the place where...\"\nHe raised a hand as his nails sharpened and his hand grew fur for a moment before reverting back.\n\n\"THAT, happened\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "At first the story was only mildly interesting talking about a place with nice people in lots of rain was just day to day talk That was hardly different from here. But the blue eyes went wide when he mentioned that's where it happened to him. \" Please tell me more I want to know everything. \" She wanted a distraction from the pain in her shoulder and the cold wind stinging her face. And anything to get the dead men out of her mind."
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"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He paused for a moment. Mulling it over internally.\n\"Honestly? There isn't much to say, I tracked down my bounty.\nTo a cave far from any sort of civilization, and a fight broke I was winning. Obviously, and then it's all a blur past that, I just remember waking up on the cave floor.\nMy target, dead just a few feet from me, and I had one of the meanest bite marks around right on my lower torso\"\n\nHe pats the lower right side of his body.\n\"I cut off his head and made my way home. I stepped into skyrim and immediately headed to markarth to turn in the bounty to the Jarl, boring couple of days before heading out to riften. And now I've met you\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She paused in thought. Then gave. A brief laugh. Remind me not to make you our story telling next time we have a celebration for my birthday.\" Although it was a good-natured joke and she rubbed her face up against his. \" Although personally I think i'm honored to be the finishing touch of your story. Still I would like to. Know? More. About the Other women in your life if that's not asking too much I shan't be mad. \" What she was worried about the most was wanting to know what they did wrong that made him leave. Or vice versa."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Hm, not much to tell. It was mostly just a fling here and there or some girl I ended up getting friendly with in a tavern. Nothing ever lasted very long, for one reason or another, the main one was diverging paths, they all wanted to settle and have kids.\n\nBut my goals got in the way of that and they weren't very happy about it, so low an behold I was on my own time and time again.\nThe live of an adventurer doesn't suit for relationships with regular folk...\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I guess i'm not regular folk then. Since all I want to do is travel with you. Since I didn't have a real goal in mind for myself. I was just going wherever the fate of the divines would send me. And then I met you. And I want to follow you wherever you go. But I can't give you children. I've never heard of... Well. That's one difference we can't overcome.\" It was a fact that none of the other races could reproduce with beast races."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Don't worry too much love. Children hasn't really crossed my mind much in my life.\nBut if we ever both wanted such a thing, we could always adopt.. Or I'm sure magic could make it happen.\"\n\nHe thought for a moment before a devilish smirk crossed his face, looking to her and whispering in her ear.\n\"Or maybe if I was a... 'beast' per say, it might work?\"\nA small shrug to sarcastically play it as a joke as he chuckled."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She couldn't tell if she would be excited or she was shuttering at the thought of him mounting her in beast's form. He was right. It would be fun to experiment with.. But perhaps not for a long time. \" Well that's an option certainly. But I was in orphan that was taken in. Perhaps we could extend the same kindness to Another child that needs a home. I mean there's no greater gift than a second chance and a future. \""
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"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"I do want that, don't get me wrong. But at the end of the day, I'm a warrior, and battle is something I thrive on.\nAnd turning that prowess on a city that desperately needs it, I lived in riften for a number of years after my parents were killed.\nSo I've dealt firsthand with the issues of that city, and I can think of no greater justice than to clean it out the best way I can.\nForcefully.\"\n\nHis white knuckle grip on the hammer's handle was evidence enough of the passion he had towards that city.\n\"Heh, who knows, maybe I'll end up becoming the Jarl myself, then skyrim would have to acknowledge you as something more.\nBut I doubt you'd want that just for who you're associated with\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She flinched a little bit seeing him grip his hammer like it was a chicken who's neck he was ringing. She relaxed the little bit hearing his proposition. \" So you would actually take me to wife? \" Is what she got out of that conversation. Being the wife of a jarl would have its privileges But that's not what she was thinking about she was more excited about the prospect of him wanting to get married"
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "His grip lessened on the hammer, turning to look at her, his gaze connecting with hers.\n\"Well I mean, it's certainly possible, not right now obviously.\nNeed to give such things time before acting on them, a bit ironic coming from me but some things are best not jumping head first into\"\n\nA light chuckle rising from him.\n\"But who knows. Maybe the gods have other plans for us, we will see\"\nA pleasant smile on his face as his stride was a bit more lacks."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\" I don't know I always thought that being a part of a normal family would make me feel like I was actually well a part of something. How can I explain it my heart thirsts for adventure But at the same time it wants to settle. I guess that's just life some days you want to sleep in other days you want to take it head on. I suppose that's why my father never let me sleep in during the summer. Too much to be done. Look at me I'm rambling again. \" She said rubbing the back of her head nervously."
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"Okay? I never said there was anything wrong with that, just gotta pick one is all. And if you want both then just do one of them first.\nYou're out here figuring things sout for yourself now, don't need to go by what anyone else told you.\nAside from general warnings about the land and such, but I think I've got you well covered on that front\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"I guess you're right. I'm lost on what I want. My papa said that this is a chance to rediscover myself. But still I'd like to have your guidance. Even if you are a silly bear when it comes to giving sage advice. \" She smirked at his new Nickname."
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"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "He snickered a bit at the Nickname\n\"Of course love, but if you could, maybe... Tone it down a bit with the Nicknames? I'm not really sure I like being called... 'bear' all the time\"\n\nHe shrugged a bit, he didn't seen mad but was still making his stance known nonetheless."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She shrugged. \" You are a big man on every level. And you probably have some giants blood at least somewhere in your line because Even by the standards of other nords your built . Perhaps another time in place and another life you might have been someone they would have picked to be the bodyguard of a jarl or The first man to lead the charge in a siege during the war. And I don't mean anything bad by it either I love the way you look. You look like life gave you that body more than the gods did \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"I understand, but at the same time.\nBeing cursed with turning into a monstrous beast, being associated with one even in my regular state is... A little disheartening... Is all\""
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "\"Oh... But you know I don't think if you like that at all. I don't think you're a monster at all just because you can turn in to something like one doesn't mean you are 1 at least not to me. You know that it doesn't matter to me why are you getting so upset? I mean I know we're still getting to know each other but you should at least know by now that it doesn't bother me I already told you. It doesn't bother me. Are you doubting me? I already said I want to be with you and It doesn't matter that you can change forms. It can bother other people but it doesn't bother me so pretend that it doesn't \""
},
{
"author": "Reian Braun",
"message": "\"It's not about you specifically. It bothers ME, not being able to get too angry, always having to hold my temper, never being able to get a good night's sleep because you feel restless, like there's something constantly clawing at the back of my being.\nSounds and smells are so much stronger, I notice every little thing more than ever.\n\nYou have no idea what I'm going through with this, it happened so recently that I haven't even begun to understand it or even get used to it, it's still new to me\"\n\nHe was a little concerned at how oddly defensive she'd gotten over him expressing his mind."
},
{
"author": "Serrida",
"message": "She was silent then realizing how she had erred. She wasn't try to be defensive. Just trying to convince him that she wasn't bothered as throughly as she could. But she hadn't realized Just how badly it was eating him alive. \"I didn't mean it like that. I didn't... I didn't know that it was making you suffer so. I just wanted to reassure you it didn't bother me. I... I thought it made you more unique. I'm so sorry \""
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*There was a small Stormcloak camp set up near the Weynon stones. The Commanding officer was Dasil Winterbourne. They had word of an Aldmeri dominion noble being escorted by a group of imperials. They were merely waiting for them to come through. There were 3 large tents and a smaller officers tent. There were around 12 soldiers total, though they really would've needed just Dasil. She was in the tent, overlooking the record given by the Source, a Thalmor agent.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid tended to the stew stirring it in the large kettle with a steel ladle. The wind in the Pale was chilling. Yet the fire and her fur cloak kept the chill at bay, not that she wasn't used to it's temperature. She looked over to the Captain intently.\n\n\"Any word?\" She asked eagerly. \"Waiting is the worst part.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She turned. Shorfrid would've never seen her before. She was 6'1, muscular, and clad in very imperial looking armor. The Red Diamond, a symbol of the Empire, was on her chest. Odd.*\n\n\"No, not yet. The Agent said it would be today... In the afternoon. But I wouldn't trust anything a Thalmor agent would say. Galmar was just hasty, I would say.\"\n\n*Criticism of the Leadership was also uncommon. But clearly this officer was trusted. Quite trusted. There were clues to her heritage as well. Her ears were... Odd looking, and on the table atop the papers was an Amulet of the Tribunal Crest.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid never understood any if the motifs and details of the new commander, they weren't nord symbols for sure. The sight of the substantial woman was curious to say the least.\n\nShirfrid, herself, a smidge taller perhaps. Stocky as well, and her physique showed she was committed to her own excellence in combat. She picked at the tunic of the leather and mail imperial armor she wore. She looked uncomfortable in it.\n\n\"I wouldn't know, but I'd rather be early than late, aye?\" She looked back at the stew and thought to give it another minute.\n\n \"Whats the plan for the noble? Kill or capture?\" She apparently hadn't retained all the details, if the troops had been briefed prior."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She looked her in the eyes. There was something about her armor that felt... Holy.*\n\n\"It was up to my discretion. Capture the Noble, kill all the others.\"\n\n*She looked her up and down.*\n\n\"So why'd Galmar give you a test? You seem competent enough to me.\"\n\n*She had a simple record of every soldier assigned to her.*\n\n\"I just don't understand why they'd be coming through Stormcloak territory. Arrogance, maybe.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid was definitely not qualified to interpret or imagine the words to describe the power of the woman before her. She was taken back by the presence and stare.\n\n\"I didn't ask questions, I just showed up. Got tasked, followed the directions. You saying others didnt have wander out onto the ice sheets or whatever?\" She wanted to be mad if that was the case, but she held back most it; besides a bit more volume and speed in her speach.\n\n\"Who can know what goes on in an elf's head. At least them Aldemarry dominion types are so pompius they think they already rule all of mundus. The horse piss of a man probably thinks no one would dare.\" Her voice mocked the absurdity of it, in a war, that noone would dare."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Most of the less experienced recruits do. I don't know much about your past, but physically you look strong enough.\"\n\n*She reached for a bottle. It was one of those dunmer bottles, with those dunmer drinks in it. She took a sip.*\n\n\"If only everything didnt freeze out here... I'm curious about you though, where are you from?\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid wanted to be angry, her recollection of the test had nearly killed her. But the conversation moved on much more comfortable topics.\n\n\"Dawnstar, my pa works at the iron mine. Got my name for doin work, as i did, in that mine too. Iron-Breaker.\" She smiled proundly. \"Small place, not much to the town but mines, and id say barely a dock for ships outta north passages.\"\n\nShe looked back at the stew approvingly. \n\n\"What about you, sir?\" She inquired before clanking the ladle loudly against the cauldron.\n\n\"Aye boys, stews up!\" To the others in the camp. She ladled out two bowls and passed one towards Dasil. It was venison potatos, and herbs; a thymey acidic smell to it amidst the heavy scent of meat."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She smiled at the stew, but was indifferent about the story. A lot of village kids threw their life away on this cause. She walked more towards the Pot and sat on one of the logs arranged around it before looking at Shorfrid.*\n\n\"I was born on Solstheim. My father was a Dunmer, he fought in the Great War, my mother, a Skaal. I left there to join the Vigil of Stendarr, but i quit that. The wheel keeps turning, balance will be kept whether you fight evil or not. I joined the Stormcloaks to fight the Dominion.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid was a ready warrior, an able one, but she had long lost the eagerness to fight a war, no matter what the threat was, eager would never be her call to fight. Only duty. Evident by her readyness to do any menial task around camp thus far.\n\n\"Solthseim huh? And vigilant? So yer one of those dark elves that *Dont* Pray to Azera? Or none of those other ones?\" She asked in the poor pronunciation of her backwater ignorance. She paused to sip a mouthfull of the hit stew. \"I forget you elves, half elves maybe still live long enough to live a couple lives separately huh? Vigilant, stormcloak, what next?\" She chuckled out in jest."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I still hold the Living Gods in regard as saints. My name comes from one of them... The \"Sil\" Anyway. But neither of my parents worshipped the Nine. And I worship the Nordic pantheon, Shor particularly.\"\n\n*She was going on too long about religion and gods and the theories regarding them.*\n\n\"She-hmph, no. Divine Crusader, Champion of Man. This armor is the armor of Pelinal Whitestrake, the one who helped found the Empire, killed most of the Ayleids.\"\n\n*She stopped herself from saying Shezarrine. Lest she be smothered by moths...*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid smiled at the mention of Shor.\n\n\"Yeah, es' my name sake if ya ain't noticed.\" She smiled proudly to that fact.\n\nThe shield-maiden slurped down another mouthful of stew chewing a bite of the venison before continuing.\n\n\"You sure you aint been had by some Cyrodill swindler? You really mean to tell me you believe that armor is from the first era? From the revolt? From the corpse of the imperial's first and greatest warrior? Looks war ready and all, but come on! Itd be like ten thousan' years old.\" She couldn't help but snicker at the thought of it. She swigged more stew to cover her sceptic smile with the bowl."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She handed her the mace. It looked ordinary, but felt divine. Perfectly balanced, but as though it could strike down with the might of the 8 who made it. Even to the touch... It felt different. It was no enchantment made by mortals.*\n\n\"If it was fake, I'd be dead. Ive killed enough thalmor with it. It's real.\"\n\n*She ate her stew. It was good. Better than most.*\n\n\"It's not a symbol of the Empire. Its a symbol of *Man*.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid cocked a brow at the commander like she was crazy.\n\n\"Crafted by the gods themselves too?\" She laughed a bit more openly this time. But she accepted the strange mace, whatever it was. It was unique, again, shes not the person to appraise authenticity of claimed artifacts in the least bit. She hands it back not really knowing what it was at all.\n\n\"That brings up a conundrum though doesn't it. The anti-elf zeal of wulfurth's soul then. You being half elf. Not even from proper Skyrim, why fight for Ulfric? You and I both have seen what he abides about of dark elves.\" She paused a moment to try and better explain her querry. \"Not trying to start a contoversy with you, just... Im curious is all.\"\n\nShorfrid went for another sip as she listened."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I don't approve of how he treats the Dunmer. Not at all. But when we win, when we gain independence, I will be on the first ship to Alinor, and I will crush every Altmer skull I see.\"\n\n*There was a scout returning in the distance. Not going too quickly. Might take a bit.*\n\n\"I fight for the freedom of Men against the tyranny of the Altmer. Not Ulfric, nor skyrim. I wont join a Dying empire based on principles, because my father fought for them, and was betrayed by them.\""
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{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid listened to the commander as she explained her feelings on wingelm's segregation with a nod, yet then into the vitriol of genocide she grimaced. The young nord chose to turn her gaze from the commander and watch the scout make their way back to the camp. \n\nHer stew bowl was nearly empty and she could literally see go time approaching. She hadn't any appetite anymore so she dumped the remains into the snow and stood to check her gear with pats of her hand and tests of her straps."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"They're coming. Just down the road!\"\n\n*Dasil got set the stew down and calmly went into the Tent to retrieve her helmet. It was the Winged crusader helmet, just as the legends foretold. She wasn't so... Passionate, about the altmer until she got the armor.*\n\n\"6 with me, 6 on the other side of the road. Wait until my signal. Remain hidden. You.\"\n\n*She pointed at Shorfrid with the mace.*\n\n\"With me.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid grabbed up her helmet warm to the touch next to thebfirebsyones. She watched the commander with close intent and nodded when she was given her directive.\n\n\"Aye!\" She said slining her shield out from her back and pulling the steel axe from her strap. She smacked her chest with the broad end. She was ready to go."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*They would kneel in the snowy underbrush near some isolated trees. They were in view now. 5 Imperials, one heavily armored. 3 Thalmor, 2 mages, and the Alinor noble. They would begin to pass. Right when they were between the 2 groups, the signal came. A whistle. The other group was first to fight, taking the Thalmor. That left the Imperials to them. Dasil was first to draw blood, crushing the skull of an Imperial recruit with the mace. 4 left. The armored one had already taken a Stormcloak... And was approaching Shorfrid.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid charged the line at the instant the whistle came. Half way through the charge her sheild was raised and held as far forward as she could hold it while running. As she approached the imperial captain she made her body small and kept the sheild two feet from her. She lunged to bash the heavy in an attempt to stagger him. Then her axe went for side swipe to the gap of plates at the ankle."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*A hit. It would sever his Achilles tendon, leaving him out of combat. Dasil had killed two more in that time, and the Alinor Noble was already secure. There was one left, actively avoiding the blood covered monster that had killed 3 already. He was after Shorfrid, lunging at her with a spear.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid once again maintained the sheild between her and the attacker deflecting the spear away past her axe hand side. The shield-sister charged the spearman with her bear emblazoning leading the way. She got close enough to keep the spear tip behind her in attempt to knock the man off his feet."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*He fell on his feet and one of the men decapitated him with his axe. The Thalmor were dead as well. The snow was red, beginning to melt from the heat of the blood. She approached the now tied and bound Noble, staring down. You could see the fear in his eyes. His bickering with the soldiers was stopped when he saw her. The Crusader.*\n\n\"What will we do with him?\"\n\n*She said aloud.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid returned to the imperial captain strugglingbto crawl away with his limp left leg. She stood over him for a moment eyes gazing blankly down not at him, just beside him. Her axe came down onto his head, and he stopped crawling. She retracted the axe and walked back to her commander.\n\n\"You are the commander.\" She expressed between heavy exhaustive breaths. \"But he is a civilian, a summary field execution would violate law, and have consiquences far beyond the power of your antiques. Besides capture, means interrogation, intelligence, and it draws out more thalmor seeking to fulfill a ransom.\" She explained as fully, but breifly as she could."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*\"Yes, y-yes what she said! Yes, please! I-I dont want to die!\"\n\nShe knelt down above him.*\n\n\"You dont feel very strongly about that hatred of mortality now, do you.\"\n\n*Her voice was muffled by the helmet. It almost sounded robotic. She brought the mace down right next to his head. Just to mess with him. She stood up.*\n\n\"Put him in a tent. Don't be gentle. Not until we figure out what he wants.\"\n\n*She took stock of the carnage. 2 dead stormcloaks. 3 with significant injuries. She walked to the most dire one, hand cut open, wrapped in a blue cloth. She used restoration to heal him. The others could manage.*\n\n\"Fine work today, men. Damn fine.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "When Shorfrid saw the mace move to strike the man she looked at a yet blodless patch of snow at the ditch. And when she heard the mace strike dirt she turned hesitantly to dip her vision's toes in the waters of what might be abhorrent. But it wasnt. She didn't sigh with relief or thank the gods. But at least she wasn't pained.\n\nShorfrid took to the new prisoner and attended his bindings before shoving him towards the camp and tent a few hundred yards out of sight and over hill.\n\nThe elf tried to speak once, and she tied a bandage wrap into his mouth like a gag. Tight and uncomfortable, but at least it kept the man from spouting off his idiodic prideful nonsense."
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She had the dead taken, their own to camp, to be wrapped temporarily until a return to Windhelm. She had some soldiers Bury the Imperials and Altmer. \n\nShe returned to the Camp, to her tent, removed her helmet. She approached Shorfrid with the Prisoner. The blood she was just covered in was gone. Odd.*\n\n\"Everything good here? Are you hurt?\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid shook her head in answer to being hurt.\n\n\"No.\" She responded succinctly. \"How are our injured?\" She asked curiously.\n\nShe then looked down at the captive and back to her commander.\n\n\"We taking them to Windhelm, Sir? Or whats it called the dunmer say; Sera?\" She offered the honorific carefully, trying to make sure to pronounce it as she'd once heard."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"He's going straight to Galmar. Might be worse than death. This noble is a War Criminal, who used a private force to Profit off of the Night of Green Fire. If i had killed him earlier, it would be a mercy.\"\n\n*She went to a more solemn tone.*\n\n\"Our wounded are fine. We lost two. We'll be leaving in the morning.\"\n\n*She went to her tent to relax, as much as she could. But it was open.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid loked at the elf, her eyes not meeting his face, just his chest at the nearest.\n\n\"So be it then.\" She grimmly replied. Her attention turned to look out towards the others in the camp. Then back to the mighty commander with a shrug.\n\n\"Do we let the rest of em crack open the kegs then? Or should we save the celebration for Windhelm?\" She asked with a sudden pleasantness, the youth of her returning in anticipation."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She thought.*\n\n\"Eh, why not. They wouldn't be looking for him for another three days. Bring me some a bottle of black briar, if you will.\"\n\n*She would return to her tent and remove her cuirass. Her arm... Hurt like hell. After it was broken, just never felt right.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid nodded affirmatively. \n\n\"Yes Sera!\" She twosted energetically around on her heels and bolted to the boys to give them the news. A cheer would let out from the remaining troop.\n\nSome time after, the unblooded shield-sister returned with a bittle of black briar reserve, and a lable-less ceramic bottle that smelled surely like a honey mead, but with mountain floral addition.\n\n \"The boys looted this one off the elf carriage. Otherwise I don't know where you keep your good mead. Not that anyone is complaining.\" She giggled out. Her cheeks either rosy from the brisk dry wind, or she was warmed enough by the mead already."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She was in a cutoff undershirt now. You couldn't tell she wasn't a full nord, she was yoked under all that holy chainmail. The cold didn't seem to bother her at all. She took both bottles.*\n\n\"Maven's a right bitch but she makes the best. And this...\"\n\n*She examined the Ceramic bottle.*\n\n\"Lillandril Honey-Wine. My father used to drink it, he started during the war.\"\n\n*She stared at it. It made her think of home. She set it on a table.*\n\n\"I don't hate them. The Altmer. I hate what they've become.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid definitely blushed a little redder at the sight of the muscular woman's boosted bucepts. She let the two bittles go with a goofy smile on her face.\n\n\"Yeahhh... I aint obviously been to their little island kingdom but i figure maybe they're like most of us here. They just live within the borders the the dominion. Uts the thalmor that are dregs, and the civies have to deal with it. Sure plenty drink the thalmor wine, and live life assuming elven superiority. But most probably know better but can't do anything about it.\" She paused for a moment to drink the last swig of the keg mead from her tankard. \"Suuure plenty are haughty bastards still, but theres a difference between being just an arse and thalmor right?\" She offers in her long winded drunken opinion. \"I just fight for the folks to worship talos, and because the empire cant care fer itself let alone all us provincials\""
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"They've got the same sentiments about us. Some of them. Would like to keep civilians safe. You, you're fighting for a good reason. Not for Ulfric, like many here. But for an idea. That's good.\"\n\n*She essentially chugged the bottle of black briar and set it on the table.*\n\n\"That's why we're taking him. He's bad. He's responsible for innocent death, and he will be put to justice. He doesn't represent them all.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid nodded her head at the reflection of sentiments that likely could be said of any peoples across tamriel. \n\n\"Aye, justice is fine. Information, and bargaining chips are good too. Trials, even if they are slanted also prize us a better opportunity than killing in the feilds.\" She explains but cant help but let out a belch at the end.\n\n\"'scuse me.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"It's natural, it's what people do. We're soldiers, no place for etiquette here.\"\n\n*She went back on that topic. Justice.*\n\n\"Justice is in the eye of those who serve it. I'd have him killed, Galmar as well, but Ulfric will want to keep him. He wont die until he gives the final say, when he returns. I doubt he has anything valuable to say.\""
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid nodded her head at the burp allowance and giggled.\n\n\"I mean, he probably doesyhave anything to say but to yammer about elven supremacy and mannish unworth or some such nonsense, yeah. But bringing him to to the keep, walking him through the streets, the people of Windhelm will love it. Parading him to the cell. Maybe we'll get promotions.\" She smiled eagerly."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You might deserve one. Is this your first... Well, real battle, you've been in?\"\n\n*She moved quickly over to the fire to grab a cup of water. They were melting snow, and boiling it. You could let it cool, but she would put canis root in it with a bit of honey to make Tea.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid plopped down near the fire sitting on the ground leaning on her right arm as she watched her commander take the water. Her rosy cheeks on her freckle cluttered face glowed in the firelight.\n\n\"Not my first, I've been in a few skirmishes. But none as critical as this. In one case we just routed a patrol out of the area due to advantage of numbers.\" She explained cheerily. \"Still unbloodded, as i haven't been back to windhelm since those first battles to have Galmar officiate. Not that I'm really pressed to want er' need a higher title.\" She explained in the prancing flow of her jovial mood."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You did well. I'll put in a recommendation. But they're all just titles, at the end of it all, we're all together, brothers and sisters in arms. I don't like seeing lower ranks ordering each other around.\"\n\n*She simply set the hot water in the snow for it to cool a bit. One soldier was putting some sort of bird on the fire.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid beamed with the praise from her commander.\n\n\"I only did what i was trained to, you know, what any of us are ready to do.\" She did her best to remain humble.\n\nShe turned to watch the bird cook. But her attention turned back to Dasil as she readied her tea. The young nord was just happy to be there in her celebratory mead drunkenness."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You were trained to fight, winning wasn't ever certain. But we did. I figured we'd lose more... But we didn't. That could've gone all manner of ways, we had the best ambush possible and we still lost 2 to the Mages.\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"Sorry. Easy to think about what we did wrong after the fact.\"\n\n*The tea was cooling, and she took a sip. Calmed her nerves. She worked her right shoulder as though it was injured. She took her tea back to her tent.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid nodded her head, and the mention of those that died kinda killed her vibe for a second. The shield sister looked at the flames for a long few minutes ony to emerge from empty headedness to see her commander had left for the tent. Shorfrid wasn't sure if she was to join Dasil or not. She chose to stay with the fire untill either it was time to sleep, or she was invite."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*No invitation. It was bedtime. Most were winding down, a few goofing off a little bit much. 2 were on watch, who would be there all night. Unless Shorfrid had any business to tend to before sleeping, the night would pass peacefully.*"
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Shorfrid didn't have much at all to do but rest once she was tired. For an hour or so she spent time just watching the fire burn quietly."
}
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{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "Lilisandra had to admit that Nord architecture was quite... Basic, the Windpeak Inn to her looked like every single Inn in Skyrim, well except for a couple outliers, the Solitude Inn was nice, and Whiterun was unique... But no this Inn looked like everything else she'd ever seen which was sad. What was even more sad is that Dawnstar had really nothing interesting going on, besides that creepy Temple that overlooked the town and the apparent nightmares plaguing the residents.\n\nShe sat at a table a drink of ale next to her barely even sipped as the bard sung behind her and she read a book brow furrowed as she tried to figure out where to head next on her explorations..."
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "*Akisrava practically burst into the inn, a huge smile on her face, and a stack of books in hand. Wow this place was amazing! It almost reminded her of Blackmarsh, but cold and without the marsh! Which was basically all of Skyrim- but still! It was such a shame she didn't know more fire based spells, or she'd love to go for a nice swim.*\n\n*She looked around, spotting the only other person in this establishment that was doing something /other/ then drunken singing, or just chatting with friends. Another book lover? How exciting! She ran over to Lilisandra, dropping her books on the table* \"Hi! What's that book about? They have so many cool books in this province that I've never even read yet- I bet it's great!\""
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "Lilisandra jumped as the table clattered with someone running up and dumping their books on the table her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up her large elf ears twitching as she raised an eyebrow, and quickly smiled politely when the excitable Argonian began speaking to her, she seemed nice, very excitable, just like Lili herself!\n\n**\"Feyfolken! Its about a scribe who gets a gift from Clavicus Vile. What about you?\"** Lili asked peering over at the book covers curiously trying to see if she recognized any titles."
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"It's all nonfiction actually! This one-\" *She picked up a small, green, leather bound journal, with intricate gold gilded flowers* \"Was a gift given to me by my dad's... Girlfriend? I don't really know what they were! But anyways, it was given to *Her* By this really skilled alchemist back in Blackmarsh! According to her that Argonian was even *Part* Plant! I'm not sure if I believe that, but it sounds interesting anyways- unless it was something like what the briarhearts do?\"\n\n*She picked up another book, this one with a plain, dull cover* \"This one was given to me by my friend and honorary grandpa Dar'amha, it's all about his travels across Tamriel! Did you know in some areas of Morrowind it isn't illegal to use levitation spells? I'm not sure if that's the case here, but you should try it! It's strangely calming to be up in the clouds- with nothing but you and the birds for as far as you can see!\"\n\n\"And last but not least- *This one* Was... It was...\" *Her voice went quivery as she picked up a black, heaving worn down book* \"It belonged to my father... I've never actually read it... But it was delivered to me a month ago... I'm hoping it will give me answers, but I've been too... Too scared? To read it...\""
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "Lili nodded excitedly as she listened to Akisrava a hand moving to her chin thinking deeply as she spoke, **\"That's so cool! Part plant? That's so fascinating I don't think I've heard of anything quite like it!\"**\n\nHearing about the next book her ears twitched once more as her eyes got wide and she bounced up and down in her seat excitedly, **\"Oh that sounds amazing! I would love to travel around Tamriel myself one day and write a book all about it and publish it!\"** She proclaimed in her excitement, she'd definitely have to do some more research on the legality of Levitation spells in some provinces for herself.\n\nHearing the Argonian's sudden change in tone at the last book she cocked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing. The vibe got so heavy all of a sudden... Lili didn't enjoy that, **\"I'm sorry. You wanna read it together? I'm Lilisandra by the way! But you can call me Lili!\" ** She offered a hand to shake."
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"That would... I'd appreciate that... Thank you\" *She smiled sadly as she shook Lilisandra's hand, exhaling sharply* \"I'm Akisrava... Apologies, I don't have a Tamrielic version of my name... But the story behind it is rather long...\"\n\n*She tried to smile, but it just turned out... Wrong? Damn... She was usually better at hiding these things-....*"
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "**\"Akisrava... Am I pronouncing that correctly? Such a nice name!\"** Lili said with a bright smile as she eagerly shook Akisrava's hand, and when she let go she scooted to the side and patted the bench next to her for her to sit, **\"Where are you heading?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "*She eagerly dropping onto the bench, secretly exhausted after a day of riding* \"Well, I'm hoping to join the College of Winterhold, but I'm a bit worried that they won't let me in since well... I've heard that they put a lot of value on more offensive spells, but I personally prefer Restoration and Thaumaturgy... Well, I'm going to try no matter what!\""
},
{
"author": "of_ash_and_dust",
"message": "Nonetheless* Not no matter what"
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "**\"Oh we're both in colleges! I'm from the Bards College in Solitude!\"** Lili said excitedly, **\"I heard different about the college honestly, I heard they teach defensive spells in the first class! But that could just be a rumor...\"** Lili barely thought for a second about if she was wrong or making something up again based on a dream before continuing speaking.\n\n**\"So are you from Black Marsh? I'm from Valenwood!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"Oh really? Well that's certainly a relief!\" *She let out a hiss-like sigh, tapping one of her claws melodically against the table* \"And yes, I am. I was born in a small village in it's outskirts but um... I had to leave when I was really young... I spent a lot more time in Cyrodiil and Skyrim then I did there... I still miss it though...\""
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "**\"Ah that's sad, I had to leave my village when I was very young too! I still dream about it, do you dream about it too?\"** Lili asked a briefly melancholic smile flashing across her face at the thought before quickly shoving that to the back of her mind, **\"I took a boat here, so I didn't pass through Cyrodill, what's it like?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"I do but uh... In all the wrong ways...\" *Akisrava shuddered, silent for a few moments before responding to her second question* \"Beautiful, lush... Yet dangerous to those who aren't adapted to it's environment... The diseases there are pretty lethal to outsiders, or so I've heard... But I suppose that doesn't stop men and mer from entering the outskirts... I suppose I miss the Hist however... In more ways then one... You see, all Argonians who drink from the same tree are... Connected? In a way, but everyone... Everyone else is gone now... It's just me... And the emptiness, the loneliness, it's maddening- I'm half expecting to wake up one morning to discover Sheogorath was toying with me- AND IF YOU ARE, OI, SHEO, FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID CHEESE.\""
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "Lili physically resisted the urge to agree, she could sense a similar pain in Akisrava to her own, she wondered if people had invaded Black Marsh and slaughtered her village too just like the Thalmor had waltzed in and slaughtered Lilisandra's own village and parents. But Lili didn't like thinking about that stuff, she preferred to ignore it, the past is in the past and she has to look foreword to the future she'll make for herself.\n\nLost in her thoughts she jumped at Akisrava's sudden yelling at Sheogorath and giggled to herself a little, **\"You'll wake up the whole province!\"** She joked giggling. **\"Excuse me for asking, I don't know a whole lot about the Hist and such yet... But there's multiple saps and hists correct? What happens if you take some sap of a different tree so you're no longer alone?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"I'd presume that's the case? But then again... It seems disrespectful to drink sap from a different tree? Since it was not the one who gifted me my soul...? I'm sorry, it's rather difficult to explain to non-Saxhleel... I hope I'm making a bit of sense...?\" *Akisrava gestured almost wildly as she spoke, despite not speaking with great enthusiasm or excitement. It just... Felt right?*"
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "**\"Ooh okay I kind of get it, I think?\"** Lili squinted her eyes thinking deeply, hand to her chin as she nodded with each word Akisrava spoke trying to wrap her head around a concept she found very fascinating. **\"I'm sorry, I don't know how to help past that suggestion.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"Well... I'm hoping at the very least when I get to the college I'll make some friends...? That'll probably help a bit... Everyone I know is sort of, well, not in skyrim right now- at least, not that I'm aware of. Wait, apart from Strides-Through-Ashes, but she's generally pretty busy\" *Akisrava shrugged, glad that she tried to help.*"
}
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{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "Lili smiled as Akisrava spoke about her favourite book, but seemed to get even more sad, damn! She had hoped to alleviate the sadness in the air that seemed to radiate off the lizard but she seems to only have made it wore prominent! **\"I think its normal, but everything makes me cry kinda... Being angry, being sad, being happy... Something may be wrong with my eyes.\"** She giggled at her attempt at a joke even if it kind of sucked."
},
{
"author": "Akisrava",
"message": "\"Hm... Maybe we need glasses! I don't think I've ever met an Argonian with glasses...? Apart from those special glasses jewellers wear while practicing their craft...?\" *She pretending to stroke her nonexistent beard, which she had recently discovered was a signal amongst men and mer that apparently signified one was deep in thought...?*"
},
{
"author": "Lilisandra",
"message": "**\"Maybe?\"** Lili said mirroring Akisrava's expression of thought and stroking an imaginary beard, **\"Anyways, I understand you! I think we had very similar upbringings if I do say so myself!\"** She spoke heavily with her hands moving them around as she spoke, **\"I get it!\"** She tried her best to relate."
}
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{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*After a long journey, Hyalan and Mirihil eventually arrive in Dawnstar relatively unscathed. It didn't take long for Hyalan to track the Thalmor down, though cloaked and hidden away in a dark corner of the room Hyalan could still recognise his target. He would turn to Mirihil.*\n\n\"There he is... Thank you Mirihil for everything, You are free to stay by the horses and leave if you wish. I understand you don't want to be associated with anymore than you already are.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"That would probably be best. I'll leave and come back in a few hours. Hopefully enough time for you to wrap up your business,\" Mirihil answered, hood of her cloak still up to at least somewhat conceal her face. \n\nShe extended a hand for him to shake, small smile on her face. \"Stay safe. If you get into a fight with whoever it is you're meeting here, do try not to get too much blood everywhere. I intend to spend the night.\""
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*Hyalan would grasp her hand and welcome her with a warm smile back. He then grabbed a small note from his pocket and handed it to her.*\n\n\"Just in case for whatever reason we don't see each other after this. Know that I am in your service just as you was in mine. Here is my details. If you need any extra help with anything don't be afraid to write and I'll answer your call like you did mine.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She took the note, taking a moment to read it before nodding. \"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind. Farewell.\"\n\nAnd with that, she left the inn. It was damned cold, but she wasn't about to be wrapped up in their business with her parents living practically under their noses."
}
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{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Funny choice of words,\" Mirihil interjected as she walked in, lowering her hood and looking at the small group. \"I'm Mirihil, a mage. I can help with this affliction you all seem to be having.\" Whatever white lies Erandur was trying to dole out, Mirihil didn't seem to care all too much about them.\n\nShe gave a quick nod towards the robed man. \"You the priest? Erandur, I heard? You made any headway into helping these people yet?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The priest seemed visibly upset but kept his composure, smiling as he gave everyone a bow including the interjecting mage*\n\n**\"Everyone please, I'm doing what I can to end these nightmares. In the meantime all I ask is you remain strong and put your trust in Lady Mara.\"**\n\n*Erandur looked about before glancing to Mitihil. As the troubled citizens take it as they have ben told. Still distressed they left the priest alone to go home. Clearing his throat*\n\n**\"What troubles you, my daughter?\"**\n\n*He asked, his hands closing together.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Nothing yet. I'm more concerned about what's troubling Dawnstar.\" She approached a table closer to him and took a seat, crossing her arms and planting them on the table as she leaned forward. \"I've already got my own theories on what's going on here and who's behind it, but I'd like to get your read on the situation first.\""
}
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{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"That was my theory. Sad to see I was correct,\" She replied, voice steeling over with determination. Whatever plot Vaermina was trying to hatch here, they had to stop it.\n\nThe hint of guilt that Erandur's face held combined with his sheer determination made Mirihil believe there was something he wasn't telling her, but helping the town came first. \"I'll join you. I've been practicing magic all my life—maybe I can offer some insight on how to cure these people. If not, I'm sure an extra sword wouldn't hurt. Do you have any idea where the fulcrum of her power here might be?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*Erandur nodded, putting a hand on a hip clearing his throat*\n\n\"I must return to the source of this problem, to Nightcaller Temple... You'd accompany me in that regard?\"\n\n*He asked softly, looking away for a moment. His eyes squinting to the ground, almost thinking if he should've asked for help*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She recoiled in shock, gaze narrowing and practically piercing through his crimson eyes. \"What do you mean return?\" She demanded. His determination and guilt seemed to spring from good intentions at first, but now this? He was keeping something hidden.\n\n\"If you know something that will at all help us solve this, just say it. I'm sure you know as well as I do that Daedric plots are *Not* The place for secrecy.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*He cleared his throat, his red deep eyes widen then returned to normal. Gazing among the patrons then whispered*\n \n\"I've already said too much... If anyone overhears what we're saying, it could start a panic... I will simply ask that you trust me and help me end Dawnstars nightmares..\"\n\n*His voice became desperate and a little more serious*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil let out a low, brief hum in response to his request before standing and nodding towards the door. \"Fine. Let's get moving.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Time",
"message": "*The Dunmer almost looked grateful, bowing his head several times. Was he still withholding secrets? Perhaps, but only time will tell if they will be revealed*\n\n\"Wonderful! My lady Mara with be most pleased! Nightcaller Temple is only a short walk from Dawnstar. We must hurry..\"\n\n*The priest surprisingly left the inn, being in quite the rush*"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Arrowheads were embedded into Rodric's thick skin and bolts of fire ignited on his hide, but he seemed largely unharmed save for minor breaks in the skin and a bit of singed hair- unfortunately for the Forsworn and fortunately for Rodric, he was not only physically resilient, but also resistant to magic. He didn't waste any time responding, rushing forward and immediately grabbing both of the warriors by their heads, reeling his arms back as he spoke to them.*\n\n\"Should've tried self-preservation, lads!\"\n\n*With that, he attempted to outright hurl them at the stone tower's bridge with his inhuman strength- even if they didn't hit anybody, they would likely still die from crashing against solid stone.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He laughs maniacally, using his shield hand (left) he uses a Conjuration spell, draconic wings sprout from his back, and with a large FWOOSH he launches into the air, dodging the bodies flying through the air. He casts another spell, from his hand launches a spiked chain, embedding into the shoulder of one of the archers, pulling him toward Speaks, and throwing him behind Rodric. Speaks lands on the tower, shield readied. His wings fizzle out of existence"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Rodric hurls the two Forwsorn. One slams into the stone with a loud THUD, then falls to the ground, the other slams into the mage, the remaining archer was able to dodge it. The archer Speaks pulled hits the ground dead. The Mage and Warrior *Did* Survive their impact, but are dazed, the Archer still on the bridge sets his sights on Speaks, Firing a flurry of arrows"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Looking towards Speaks' display of magic, visibly impressed, Rodric began barreling towards the tower, using his strength to leap off of the ground and pull himself onto the bridge. Leaning his head forward to avoid bashing his head or horns against anything, he made use of his greatest weapon on the other Forsworn- his melon-sized fists. And so, he began throwing his piston-like haymakers at the mage and warrior with the aim of turning their bones to powder.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He crouches, making his shield better guard his body, one arrow embeds into the shield, the others hit the metal and bounce off. He switches his pear to a reverse-grip and throws his spear, aiming to hit the archer in the chest."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The spear misses, though, Speaks never really trained at throwing weapons, *Instead* The spear lands right next Rodric. The archer continues firing at Speaks.\n\nThe Mage and Warrior aren't able to dodge any attacks, so they end up getting completely pulverized by the Minotaur's massive fists."
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Having finished beating the other two Forsworn to death with his fists, Rodric jolted a bit as he saw Speaks' spear land right beside him. Grabbing it in one hand and looking over to his ally and the archer pestering him, he moved toward the two and tossed the spear over to Speaks, yelling out as he attempted to shove the archer towards him with his huge hoof*\n\n\"Here, catch!\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He catches the spear, spitting some of his venom onto it, then moving to stab the archer. Hollering back to Rodric, \"Thanks!\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The minotaur's hoof slams into the back of the archer, pushing him into Speaks' spear, the venom aiding in the swift death of the Forsworn Archer. The bridge was vacant now, save for Rodric and Speaks, of course."
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He enters the tower, keeping an eye out for any goodies, opening chests and barrels, sacks and strongboxes."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A bright flash of light bursts from every hole, door, window, and crack in the tower, as if the sun itself just appeared in it. Following it is loud, devious cackling, the voice is familiar of course, Speaks found what he was looking for."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He comes running out of the tower, on his neck is an amulet, simple gold chain with a gem of opal hanging from it, the opal emanates bright light, twinkling in the sun. With a wave of his hand he creates a spool of rope out of light itself, fastening it to a post he lets it loose, and slides down it, it then vanishes, \"Those fools actually thought this was just a normal amulet! Bah! I shall make them regret transgressing My Lady!\" A beam of light shines from Speaks to the core of Rodric's being, \"Feel no pain, friend! You shall not die while I still breathe!\""
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"This, my friend, is the power of My Lady. The Opal Charm, an artifact that has not been seen for quite some time. I believe last I heard a group of knights had it. Suppose these transgressors took it from them.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A group of Forsworn begin charging the two. 5 frontliners, armed with swords, axes, and spears. 4 backliners, 2 archers and 2 mages."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "Harnessing the power of the charm he creates a small wall, kneeling behind it. It effectively blocks their arrows and spells, \"I don't think I can hold this forever, you take care of those warriors, I'll take out the cowards throwing stones.\" He says, using both hands to conjure a Bound Bow"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Fine by me! Come on then, lads! Surely bone and wood weapons will work better this time!\"\n\n*Rodric looked at the charging Forsworn, laughing at his own joke as he ran to meet them, bearing his sharp horns and stampeding in their direction. He was picking up the pace quickly, aiming to skewer them first and foremost.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He peaks over the barrier, dodging a firebolt. He nocks 2 arrows next to eachother, loosing them, hoping to hit 2 backliners at once. To help insure this he uses Remote Manipulation to subtly improving his aim"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The minotaur barrels through the frontliners. 2 of them manage to jump out of the way, 1 gets gored by his right horn, another gets borederline trampled, and the final one gets slammed by the minotaurs shoulder, falling to the ground\n\nThe arrows hit, landing on a mage and an archer. But because he fired them twin they have less impact and don't get very deep. The archer does die though, as the arrow hit his left eye, the mage was hit in the shoulder"
}
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{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He aims his bow, loosing 3 arrows in sequential order, aiming for the heads of remaining backliners"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The 2 mages and single archer fire at the minotaur, hitting him often. But their attacks do next to nothing, as once they hit his wounds immediately heal.\n\nThe minotaur slams the body into one of the forsworn, sending him flying. Then throwing it at the other, missing for the most part, but the arms managed to hit him, knocking him over. \n\n1 of the arrows miss, one hits a mage in the head, and the other lands in the archer's shoulder"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Seeing that the fight was pretty much over, and too hyped up on adrenaline to really acknowledge that his wounds were healing almost instantaneously, Rodric quickly rushed over- or rather stomped over- to the remaining Forsworn warrior and shoving the full weight of one of his hooves into the man's torso. Suffice to say it was concentrated force, and it was gonna hurt like hell. For a moment, at least.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "With the two mages still standing, Speaks casts Negate Magic in their area, making their spells worthless, although he also wouldn't be able to fire at them. He dispells his barrier and readies his spear and shield, moving in toward them"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The hoof goes straight through the warrior's chest. Shattering just about everything in there, he dies instantly.\n\nThe mages attempt to cast spells, but can't. They unsheath their daggers, ready for a last-ditch attack"
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Joining Speaks in the final charge, Rodric stampeded towards the surviving mages, readying his hammer-sized fists to slam them into pulp. He was enjoying the thrill of a fight against the Forsworn- they may have been too weak to actually hurt or kill him, even without the magic of Speaks' amulet, but it was still satisfying to beat the crap out of them. They were a problem for the Reach's locals, and they were an annoyance to him, so good riddance.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I gotta say, as fun as it is to watch you fight. The Forsworn are just... Boring. Fighting the Undead is much more fun.\" He says, \"If you need my magic I'll help, but if not I may take my leave.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The mages die, the area is clear for now, though the inside likely contains many more forsworn, and in spite of Speaks' amulet, it's getting dark, and the moons reveal their phase, both are full"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Pleasure meetin' ya, Speaks!\"\n\n*Rodric took a moment to pause, brushing some blood and viscera off of his fur clothing and sighing with relief. Looking around the ruins, that was when he noticed something. It seemed unusually bright for dusk, but not sunlight. His eyes were caught on a growing shadow, and turning to its source, he saw it. Masser and Secunda, the two giants in the sky, were coming into view- unobstructed and full. Even now he felt it, a powerful urge in his very heart, like a cauldron slowly preparing to boil over. He knew what this meant. Turning back to the ruins and spotting the far away light of fires, he smiled and laughed slowly. But not a hearty laugh, a more unsettling laugh.*\n\n\"Ah... Tonight is going to be a *Long, long* Night.\" *Rodric said, and he made his way further into the ruins.*"
}
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{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "Start like approaching and then ill post"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "Naturally, he waited for night to come so that the sun would not be an issue, he approached the location while crouched down, Steel sword in hand and ready for whatever came."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*At the base of the ruins was a small set of tents. By one was a cage, the priest. Three forsworn were down there, guarding.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He watched the forsworn from above, should be easy enough, perhaps he could... No, there was no need to transform in this situation, he was already stronger and faster than they were.\n\nHe started to make his way down to the tents with little to no worry, he had no long range weapons so he would have to do this with his sword."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*He wasnt spotted, yet. All the ones down here were adult men, warriors. But there was a child sitting by the fire. They were talking amongst themselves in Reach-Tongue. They hadn't spotted him yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The child made him hesitate, made him falter but he could not stop now, not when he was so close.\n\n\nPerhaps his was wrong, perhaps he could drive fear into their hearts, of course that means keeping himself out of the priest's view.\n\nHe put a hand on his chest as he started to change, his veins popped out before the beast within basically exploded out of his human form."
},
{
"author": "Alaric (Transformed)",
"message": "Now it was time to act, he remained in the shadows and used vampiric grip to pull one of the adult forsworn to him, attempting to grab him by the neck once he was in front of him and snap it like a twig."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*He died almost instantly, but the lack of their friend made the others panic. The priest was asleep in the cage. The two others drew their weapons and stood their ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric (Transformed)",
"message": "He could tell that they were surprised, now it was time to drive fear into their hearts, he grabbed the head of the Forsworn he had just killed and ripped it off with ease, throwing both the headless body and the head into the light of their campfire, he was giving them a chance of leaving with their child alive, he was showing them mercy."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*They wouldnt back down, the child was shrieking and crying near the old nordic ruin. One with an axe swung at him.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric (Transformed)",
"message": "So be it.\n\nThe forsworn charged into the darkness of the night with an axe in hand, hoping to slay him and avenge his friend, a foolish hope to say the least for his right hand soon formed a ball of red energy, he shot the ball of energy at the charging warrior and said warrior would feel the very essence of his life leaving his body, if that did the trick and dealt with him, the vampire lord would turn into a swarm of bats, no longer caring if the priest or child saw him, he appeared behind the last forsworn and wraped his arms and wings around his body, holding him in place as he bit into his neck, draining him of his blood."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*The child was mortified, petrified even. The boy was so scared he had passed out. Or was playing dead. They were dead. The forsworn. He would be free to let the Priest out. He was awake now.*\n\n*\"You there. Are you here to kill me? Slay the mighty Logrolf while he sits tied and helpless?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric (Transformed)",
"message": "He let the forsworn's body hit the ground after he had finished his meal, looking at the priest as he approached his cage, **\"You are free.\"** Said the vampire, before he grabbed onto the door of the primitive cage and ripped it off of its hinges, tossing it aside before looking at the priest and approaching him, cutting him free from the rope with his claws before he walked out of the cage, then he turned into mist and disappeared once again without uttering one word.\n\nWords were not necessary, he was free now, he could go back to his business with Molag Bal."
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "*Instead of asking who sent him, he got the memo. Molag Bal sent him.\n\n\"So. The King of Corruption sends his messenger to challenge me. Very well. I will meet with Molag Bal, and I will venerate his altar in Boethiah's name, as I did before.\"\n\nHe would begin the journey to Markarth to finish.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "Shadows enveloped the crature's body as he turned back into his human form, he watched as the priest made his way to Markath, a fool challenging a daedric prince should not exepct anything but death.\n\n\nAnd so he followed the priest from a distance."
}
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{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "An old orc enters the inn, still in his road leathers, face covered in dirt and blood. The innkeeper seems to know him, giving him a nod, \"Gimme your strongest stuff.\" He says, pulling a rag out of a pouch and wiping his face, \"No matter how hard I try to avoid this place it seems to bring be back *Crawling.*\" He says with a light chuckle"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "The reachman was sitting at a table his face was slightly flushed as he was drinking some sweet ol mead.. He watched the orc come in and waved \"H... Hello!\" He said with a friendly smile. He had a sweetroll he was eating with the mead. The orc felt vaguely familiar.. That sense they had a familiar aura about them he couldn't put his finger on. He stumbled over abit tipsy. \"Hey.. Do I know you?\" He asked with a raised brow and a smile."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He looks over to the person talking at him, and he says, succinctly and to the point, \"No.\" Downing the drink the innkeep gave him in one go, unphased by the strength of the alcohol, looking back to innkeep, tapping the bar, gesturing for another"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "The bluntness of the no was so hard he got a concussion from it.. But watching him down the alcohol makes him chuckle \"By perytes taint you drink alcohol like a nord in elsewyre drinks water.\" He said leaning back. \"Whatrrr uh... Brings you to the reach?\" He said sipping some more mead.\nHe then says \"Wait lemme guess... Uhhhh.. Companion?\" He asked.. The fella was large and seemed like a warrior type. He took another bite of a sweet roll after asking that. He licked abit of the sugary glazing off his thumb."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He rolls his eyes, \"Work. That's why I'm here. I'm only here when the pay is good. Gold is the only thing that could ever bring me here.\" He says, \"And no, I'm not one of those feral Nords who claim to be courageous warriors. I'm just a merc, nothing more nothing less.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He nods at them talking about being a mercenary. \"Oh, me too! Just .. In-between jobs right now..\" He said resting his head in the counter.. \"I can... Kinda get that... Y-yknow... Them companions just.. They've fucked up all my jobs... Y'know? I try making my name but noo they've got some.. Big bitch from whiterun dealing with spriggans.. And guess.. Guess what.. **She doesn't even make sure it's dead!**\" He said his brow furrowing, and then grew abit red embarrassed. \"Sorry I'm.. I'm rambling my troubles on ye..\" He said taking a grumpy bite from his sweetroll."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He doesn't respond, just grumbles a bit and downs another drink. He sets his glass down, then looks at the reachman who's been talking at him, \"Kid, is there a reason you've picked me to bother with your drunken rambling?\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "\"Oh uh... Just.. Wanted to talk..\" He said looking down.. \"Sorry I.. Bothered you ...\" He said just finishing his sweetroll and washing it down with mead. He just kinda kept quiet.. The silence kinda just awkward.\nHe held out some gold for the lady \"Another mead please.\""
}
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{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He rubs his forehead, \"I'm an old man, I just got off a job protecting a caravan from the Forsworn. Now I'm in a hold which I despise because of said Forsworn, so I guess you can say I'm not in a great mood.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He gives a half chuckle \"I.. I can get that.. Want me to buy you a round then? Maybe a sweetroll?\" He said cocking a brow as he asked.. \"Maybe you could tell me bout it?\" He said as he's given another bottle and he begins to drink it down. \"I know abit of storytelling and mead helps me relax after dealing with the shit hole we call markarth..\" He rubbed his temple in both annoyance and embarrassment of the forsworn.."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He laughs, \"No, no, I'm good.\" He says, he has this pained look about him, not emotional pain though, physical, like he's been injured, he continues, \"What's your name, kid.\" He asks, \"You started talking but never introduced yourself.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He smiled \"I'm Uvrel.. May I ask your name too?\" He said with a grin.. As he noticed them abit in pain he asks \"Hey.. Did you get hurt during your last job? Forsworn poison ain't no joke... Nore their curses... I got some potions if you need..\" He said a tad bit concerned the fella contracted some peryite death disease"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"That's a Reachman name. Though I guess I can't be one to judge. The name's Odvan.\" He says, \"None of their poisons can do anything I haven't already dealt with. And your potions won't do anything for me.\" He says with a laugh, \"My wounds go much deeper. Let's just say the wonderful Forsworn took something from me that I can't get back.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He smiled \"Yes it is... No relation to the forsworn.. Fuck em..\" He said with a grumble near the end. Then he listens to him talk about what they took. He looks mortified for a second.. And then he realizes you meant something else. He tapped his chest and said \"You mean.. That?\" He asked with curiosity.."
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Suppose you could say that.\" He says, \"But you should avoid talking about it, it's a sore subject, and I'm not exactly in a sharing mood.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He nods \"I.. I get that..\" He said downing the 2nd bottle of mead.. His face is flushed. \"Sorry.. Hold on.. Imma need a second I'm .. I'm... A lightweight.\" He shook his face trying to shake the slight need to barf away"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Innkeep. Get the kid a glass of water.\" He says, setting a few septims on the bar, \"You should know your limits by now.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He smiled \"Thanks..\" He said \"I never learn from.. My former mistakes..\" He said groaning... When he gets the water he chugs it down like a man dying of thirst."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*A tall, slender, dark-green Argonian wearing a leather cuirass over dull-colored Nibenese-style peasant's clothes, armed with a bow and carrying a single-strap pack slung over one shoulder, stumbles in through the door, clutching her right side. Her armor and clothing on that side are stained red, illuminating the cause of the stumbling. Regardless of the clear physical pain, she seems mentally quite calm and collected about the whole thing.*\n\n*Paying no mind to the other two customers in the inn, she drops her pack, quiver, and bow at an empty table, and walks up to the bar, still clutching at her side.*\n\n\"Bartender. Strongest thing you have. And some water. Quick.\" *She says, rather bluntly.*\n\n*After receiving what she ordered, she limps back to the table where she left her pack. With both hands now occupied, it is revealed that her tunic, at the point where she is clutching her side, is torn, and under it are bandages, which are being bled through. She takes a swig of the strong drink, and the pain on her face disappears. She then removes a travel-sized alchemy set and a pouch of ingredients from her pack and begins working with it, still paying no mind to the others in the room, for now. Intent on getting this more pressing matter done with first.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He raises a glass, \"I've been there!\" He says, \"Cheers to you, lizard.\" He laughs pretty, hard, before groaning in pain, \"Yep, shouldn't have done that.\" He coughs a bit"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He looked over and sucked his teeth \"Ooh thsts gotta hurt ...\" He said looking over to the argonian. \"Y... You need a healing potion?\" He asking slurring his words abit looking in his pack drunkenly checking his potions."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*She looks up for a moment.*\n\n\"I'm making one right now. But... Thanks for the offer.\" *She goes back to her work, not denying or accepting, mainly because she was unsure if she'd finish before the man would be able to find one, drunk as he was.*\n\n\"Serves me right going out in the Reach without restocking first.\" *She said as she worked.* \"Damn Forsworn archers... If I wasn't Argonian we probably wouldn't be having this conversation, given what the lucky bastard who hit me put on that arrow.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Reachmen and their poisons. Cheap tactic to get an easy but undeserved kill. I'm shocked Hircine even pays any mind to them at this point.\" He says, rolling his eyes, \"Is it even a hunt if the prey dies hours after a grazing blow.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "\"I mean I'd say so.. The cunning hunter and all.. Like spiders,... Scorpions... Or snakes!\" He said \"Y'know... Using... Using your knowledge to help ya when ya fail...\" He said slowly . Mostly trying to firn words while abit drunk"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*The Argonian shrugged.* \"I'm not against using poisons myself. Just have to make sure I'm only cooking for myself if I hunt with them.\" *She smirked at her own joke as she kept working.*\n\n\"What matters, though, is that they certainly chose the wrong mark to use it on.\" *At that, she took the water she had ordered and mixed it with everything else she had mixed together. Just a bit of heat for a few minutes and the healing potion would be done. She began to take the concoction over to the inn's fireplace.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"To each their own. But it's damn annoying.\" He says, \"You're real handy with alchemy, eh?\" He asks, \"Do you take orders? I've been meaning to stock up on some poison and disease cures.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He chuckled at the joke. \"I mean.. We could go... Do something about em.. If y'all'd like to.\" He said with a grin. \"When... When I sober up of course.\" He said chuckling. He checked his pack for what potions he had for the occasion"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"I typically don't take orders, but I'm sure I could make one or two now with the supplies I have available. You'll get a better price from me than from some city alchemist, is for sure.\" *She replied to the orc.*\n\n*She took a set of fireplace tongs from the side of the fire and used them to hold the almost-potion over the fire, sitting down while she did it, and turned her attention back to the others.*\n\n\"We *Could* Do something about them. I was on a job to retrieve something from a ruin the group that did this was squatting on, anyways. Mercenary work. The employer didn't say anything about Forsworn using it as a camp when they hired me.\" *She sighed.* \"Though, they *Probably* Didn't know.\""
}
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{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I'd rather not, at least without pay. As much as I hate them I prefer not to kill them without incentive, mainly because they're annoying to fight.\" He says, \"More of a nuisance than a major threat, when you're prepared.\" He mumbles, \"And the people who hire me are rarely prepared.\" He coughs"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He looked at odvan \"T-the pay is their bounty!.. And.. And whatever they got .. They're witches n such... A briarheart sells well.. And the soul gems... And staves... They really have alot of goods...\" He said snd then continued \"Also cause it keeps people safe.. More people to get jobs from when the forsworn aint killin em!\""
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives stayed silent for a moment. She was* ***Going*** *To offer to split the payment for the job she was on that brought her to the ruin that had Forsworn squatting on it... But this human seemed perfectly motivated to help out without that, just for looting whatever they had looted themselves. No need to bring up the offer or anything related then.*\n\n\"Either way, I'm going to have to go back there once I've healed up. Don't want to leave a job unfinished. Speaking of healing up...\" *She trailed off as she took the now-heated potion from the fireplace, and put it back on the table with her equipment. She took out a small stirring spoon and stirred the concoction for a few seconds. Once finished with that, she took a small spoonful of the concoction, tasted, it, and determined from how it felt that the healing potion was done. She made a \"Cheers\" Motion with the cup she had been using to brew it, and then drank the lot.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I'm not an adventurer, nor am I salesman. I'm not taking anything unless it's gold or truly valuable, which are things that aren't certain about being there. So unless someone gets me pay I'm not leaving this inn.\" He says sternly."
}
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{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives decided not to get involved. She could probably handle the Forsworn by herself with a stealthy approach now that she knew about and was prepared for them. Having some extra hands wouldn't hurt, however, and it looked like the human was going to pay for their protection on his own, much to her amusement.*\n\n*She turned to the Orc.* \"You said you wanted a cure disease and a cure poison right? I have the ingredients for one of each here, I can brew that up for you now while I heal, if you're still interested. I'll only charge you just above the material costs. Cheaper than any city or village store you'll come across.\"\n\n*She did the math in her head. Material costs for the cure disease was 17 Septims. Cure poison's ingredients were a lot more rare and thus expensive, making the material costs 25 Septims. She'd add to it just a small bit, to make some profit, while still being cheaper than stores.*\n\n\"The cure disease will be 20 Septims, the cure poison will be 30. I can get to work now if you want 'em.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He raises an eyebrow, \"And how much are you willing to pay, kid. I'm not a cheap merc, you'll have to pay well.\" He says, then turns to Dives, , \"50 for both?\" He chuckles, \"Usually the cure disease potions cost me more.\" He says, placing 50 septims on the counter, \"Thank you, kindly.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "\"I mean it depends on how well this goes! If I lose a leg I wouldn't pay you 50 septims would I?\" He said chuckling. \"Plus if by the end I can make a solid amount, and you do good, might just pay you extra!\" He said hoping he was convincing enough.. He wasn't a good talker but he knew money talked good. \"Plus who knows... You might get first dibs on anything good we find.\" He looked at the orc \"There's lots of stuff to consider.\""
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*She nodded back.* \"Thanks for your business. These'll take about 10 minutes to brew up.\"\n\n*As she started her work, she comments on the price.* \"Cure disease potions can actually be made for *Very cheap* In terms of ingredients costs. On average you can do it for 17 or 20. Not sure why alchemists and temples all sell them at around 70-80 apiece, while at the same time, their cure poison potions go for about the same, more reasonable, rates as mine. Keep that material price in mind, though, if you ever find yourself haggling for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"50 septims is shockingly low. That's about what I'd demand if you did somehow get your leg chopped off by a stick with teeth on it.\" He says, \"My rate is about 250. 200 flat rate with an extra 50 because you're making me stay in the Reach longer.\" He turns back to Dives, \"Suppose that won't stop them from using, or claiming to use, more expensive ingredients.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He coughed from hearing 250 \"By mehrunes saggy taint!\" He kept coughing clearly having swallowed saliva. \"Hot damn! Why are you still working? I'd have gone home by now that could last you like.. Rest of the month if you're frugile!\" He said.. Now contemplating mercenary work \"But yeah I'd pay you afterwards if I could! I'm sure afterwards I could scrounge afew hundred..\" He turned to the argonian \"How well off were they? The more brutish ones or did they have some magic?\" He inquired. He was now wondering how much they could make from this little job now.."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives chuckles at what the Orc said in response to her advice. He WAS right, though the typical charge was still twice the highest possible ingredients cost...*\n\n*She looked up from her work for a moment at the human's question.* \"Well, I'm not sure if I could determine that *Exactly*. Seemed to be a small raiding camp. There was one unarmed person among them in what looked like a leadership role from what I saw when I first snuck up on the place. Maybe a hedge mage? But the more interesting thing, if you're looking for value, was a wagon that they had in the center of camp, loaded down with supplies. Looked like it was once a merchant's before they probably killed the poor sod on the road and stole it. Might be some good stuff in that. Didn't see much more than it before their archer... Or maybe *One* Of their archers... Got me by surprise.\"\n\n*She turned back to her work.* \"Sloppy hit too, or we wouldn't be talking. If it wasn't for him getting the jump on me, well... Judging from where he hit me I'd bet on myself being a better shot.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He grumbles, \"Fine. But I'm laying claim on any septims they have.\" He says, \"I suppose you two will want to rest up first. Since you're drunk,\" He points and Uvrel, \"And you got poisoned.\" He says pointing at Dives."
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "\"Yeah.. Just.. A little ..\" He grabbed a healing potion and began to drink it up hoping to sober up from it quicker with his potion. \"Just.. Gimme half an hour I'm.. Good I'm great..\" He also drank lots of water.. Honestly alot of drinking..\n\"But how'd the forsworn miss you? These guys are just a shame to all reachmen..\" He said clearly a bit miffed"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"Didn't miss me. Just missed the parts of me that'd kill me.\" *She laughed at that.* \"What it *Did* Hit, and that poison, was enough to force me to run away though. I do look forwards to seeing that Forsworn who managed to sneak up on me while I was sneaking up on that camp and did this. Even the score. Not gonna be sloppy enough to let that happen a second time.\"\n\n*She went over to the bar and ordered another water, needing some more for the potions.*\n\n\"He must've been a scout on the outskirts of camp or something. Not sure how he spotted me and managed to go without me spotting him. He must've had a pretty good hiding spot, I'm usually good at this kind of thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"The Forsworn may be a bunch of amateurs but they're nothing to be trifled with. Ambush tactics are their bread an butter, and it's just about the only way they can win in a fight. Gotta keep your wits about you, know what to look for, and keep your guard up.\" He says, \"Never assume you're safe in their territory. Because you aren't, those bastards are everywhere.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He looked at them \"Ooohooo a caravan ... That outta have good stuff.. Maybe some exotic alchemical ingredients or books?\" He said smiling and rubbing his hands.\nMentioning their ambush tactics he nodded \"Oh yeab forsworn are like the worst reachmen! They preach how 'ohhh we're the strong ass reachmenz' and all they got to show for it is barely able to hit a target thats standin still!\""
}
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{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives kept working, listening to both parties complain about the Forsworn, staying silent as they mentioned their complaints about their ambush and stealth tactics, the same kind that she herself specialized in. She moved one of the two potions over to the fire.*\n\n\"Well... It'll take a few hours for this healing potion to finish its work. My body's already finished filtering out the poison on its own, thank the Hist for my peoples' natural toxin resistance, so that's fine. Once I'm done resting for a bit and healing up, I'll show you the way to the ruin. It's not far from here at all, I limped over here from the outskirts, after all.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Well good luck to you two resting up. I'll be here, I'll probably go chop firewood or somethin to pass the time.\" He says, getting up from his seat, placing a fistful of septims on the counter, \"Keep the change.\" He says to the innkeep"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He's nice atleast just tipsy now. \"I'll be ready in my companion..\" He said walking outside to a bristleback waiting for him. He patted the boar creature as it honked n snorted.. He took out a satchel meant for it and put it on the boar. Noticing the juices on it's face \"Someone went and ate some juniper berries huh?\" He slapped it's back in a friendly way and patted it on the head. He cood at it lovingly. \"We got a job tonight lil buddy!\" He said petting his boar trying to get completely sober."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"I'll come find you when the potions are done.\" *Dives said to the Orc.*\n\n\"After that, it'll just be a bit of rest.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He nods, stepping outside, moving to the side of the in, where the chopping block is, and starts 'chopping' wood, and by chopping I mean pickinch up logs and ripping them in half with his bare hands, the man is an absolute beast and can just *Do that*"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "After a while of just petting and giving his little companion affection with pats and little kisses to his piggy forehead he gets up \"I think I'm ready to go now..\" He said stretching and popping his neck. He stretched abit getting limber and making sure his bristleback was okay. \"So...\" He started and then realized \"I actually never asked your name..\" He said to the argonian. Looking at them abit embarrassed at his rudeness"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"It's Dives.\" *She responded.* \"Dives-In-Lakes.\"\n\n\"I don't believe I got yours either.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"The name's Odvan, but that kid already knew that.\" He says, ripping another log in half, \"Will that boar be joining us?\" He asks, \"Suppose it might be useful if we get hungry.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He smiled \"Name's Uvrel!\" He said happily. As odvan suggested eating the boar he gasped \"No! He's my companion. He helps me hunt, fight, and he lets me cut down his tusks when they get too big! Or infected!\" He said petting the beast as he got up. \"And they reflect magic\" He said patting the bristleback. He was obviously fond of the animal. The large beast snorts looking at odvan."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives laughs at the interaction between the two.*\n\n\"Don't worry. If we need to eat while I'm around, it would be that guy.\" *Dives reassured the human.* \"My first job, before mercenary work, was hunting, and I'm a pretty fair cook. Most of my meals I catch and cook myself. So we won't go hungry, though I doubt we'll need to stop and have a meal before we get where we're going.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Hunting comes easy to me, but the lizard has a point, unless we really take our time we probably won't need to eat.\" Odvan raises an eyebrow at the magic reflection comment, \"Is that true? I don't think I ever heard of anything like that.\" He questions"
}
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{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He sighed happily knowing they were joking. \"Yep! Bristleback are very durable.. Resistant to poison, paralysis, cold... Yeah it's why bristlebacks are one of the most dangerous beasts!\" He said smiling and looking at the two. He watched the two men and then asked \"So which way we're the forsworn?\""
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"West, across the river and a short way off the road, up a hill. Maybe about three kilometers total. They've made camp at the foot of a small Dwemer ruin I was hired by someone back in Markarth to get something from. Not a big one, just a single lone tower, probably once an outpost or something.\" *Dives explained.*\n\n\"Their camp is set up at the foot of the tower, and they've set up a few temporary wooden defenses around it. I doubt they've even been inside, they're probably just using it as a landmark.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He nods, \"Well, let's get this over with.\" He says, \"Don't want this dragging on too long.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He smiled and just kinda began following them to the camp. \"Well let's go shall we!\" He said happily walking down the path"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"Alright, I'll lead the way. It's not too much of a walk.\" *Dives said, her things all gathered back up and her taking the lead on the path.*"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "is free\nHasn't been used in a while\n\nI can make a thread then brb"
}
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{
"author": "Tadanae Riverstone",
"message": "*The intruder sputtered and choked as the potion slid down her throat, forcing her awake and out of consciousness. Her eyes widened and she looked between the two of them, an expression of panic on her face.* \"Wait, wait, what are you doing?\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "He tensed up upon hearing the girl's voice, clearly surprised but it didn't change the fact she had attacked them. \"Who *Are* You?\" He asked bitterly, not caring if he ignored her question."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He reaches into his bag, grabbing a scroll, \"And what in Oblivion were you doing attacking us in the middle of the night?!\" He barks, he leans over to Celenaris, \"I've got a scroll, detects enchantments, I'll look her over and remove any enchanted jewelry, don't want her to have any advantages.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "He felt unsure, clutching Elthren's sleeve. \"But what if she really is just some girl and— I don't know!\" He eventually let go and sighed, feeling indifferent. \"I still have that dart if she tries anything.\" He muttered, shaking any doubts away."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"Girl or not she attacked us. Ambushed us in the middle of the night, she's likely trained to disuade.\" He says, \"I'm not taking chances, Auri-El would be much displeased if I died in such a stupid way. And I won't fail the chantry.\""
},
{
"author": "Tadanae Riverstone",
"message": "*She held up her chin stoically, looking between the two of them and trying not to show them that she was shaken up.* \"You're thieves. I was hired to reclaim stolen property.\" *A look of panic flicked across her face at the mention of taking enchanted jewelry and she quickly shook her head.* \"Wait, wait, no, you can't do that!\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"Thieves?!\" He snapped in her direction. \"Don't act like you're any better! Intruding and attacking us!\" He huffed, turning towards Elthren. \"Use the scroll.\" He muttered."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He nods, \"On it.\" He uses the scroll, his eyes light up, he looks at Tadanae, \"Let's see what you've got.\""
},
{
"author": "Tadanae Riverstone",
"message": "*The only enchanted item she was wearing was an amulet around her neck, bearing the sign of Azura.* \"Hey, hey, you don't have to do that!\" *She insisted, the panic plain as day on her face as she began to struggle, trying to wriggle out of the ropes.*"
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"I don't see why we shouldn't. You're clearly hiding something if there's this much *Protest.\"* He accused skeptically. \"What enchantment does she have anyways?\" He asked Elthren."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"Scroll doesn't tell me what enchantment, but whatever it is it's lighting up.\" He steps close to her, \"Stop struggling or I'll tear the necklace off.\" He says serious, pulling one of his throwing knives out, he stabs it in the tree threateningly, and he starts removing the necklace"
},
{
"author": "Tadanae Riverstone",
"message": "*Dani gulped and went still, her eyes growing wide as the knife sank into the tree. As the necklace stopped touching her skin, the color suddenly faded from her skin and hair.*"
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "\"Fuck...\" *She said weakly, looking down as she was revealed to them as a Falmer, just like both of them.* \"This... This isn't what it looks like. I swear. I'm... I'm an albino.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "He stood there, with a puzzled expression. \"Albino? What is she talking about, Endelor? What was so special about the necklace?\" Confusion was clear in his voice as he tried to piece together what had just happened."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He starts laughing, walks up to Celenaris and whispers, \"Seems we've got another Snow Elf.\" And starts laughing again, clapping his hands together"
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "His eyes widened upon hearing those words. \"What?!\" He backed up instinctively. \"You're not serious! That's impossible!\""
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*She resumed her struggles, assuming that there were discussing what kind of price they'd get for a snow elf.* \"I'm an albino! Really! Looks are deceiving! I'm a Bosmer, I swear!\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "He approached the sound of Danae's voice, stopping once he knelt, being face-to-face with her. \"I'm going to ask you this once, who *Are* You?\" He questioned more calmly this time, almost in a comforting tone. As if he was directly looking at her, he was visibly in disbelief but he was trying to remain composed."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"Answer the nice man's question, please, indulge us.\" He says, \"And quit messing with the ropes, or I'll make them tighter.\""
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*She clenched her jaw, glaring up at him.* \"Like I said, I'm an albino. My name is Tadanae Riverstone, and I'm a healer in Markarth.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "He sighed, pausing for a moment with great hesitation. He removed his cowl, and showing Danae the same pale skin and silver hair as she. \"Will you tell me who you are now?\" He questioned quieter this time."
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*Shock spread across her face and she stared up at him, unable to speak for a long moment. Before she dropped her head again and stared down at the ground.* \"Danaevena Caerwen,\" *She whispered, her shoulders slumping.*"
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He sighs, \"Softie.\" He says jokingly, pulling down his cowl, \"And where are you from? Know anything about a string of disappearances around the Velothi Mountains?\""
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*Her shock only grew as she stared at Elthren, tears starting to flood her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and leaned back against the tree behind her.* \"I... May be from there. But I can't tell you what's going on there. It would only get all of us killed.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "He bit back a retort to Elthren's joke as he listened to Danae's hesitant response. \"I know you may not trust us, but you and I are one in the same. What is said here, stays here.\" He attempted to give Danae a reassuring smile. \"I can assure you nothing will happen to them but that means there's still hope for our kind, don't you understand?\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"Caerwen... Cawerwen... I recognize that name from somewhere,\" He paces, \"He was a... Prelate, right? I think I read about him during my studies...\""
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*Sighing, she shook her head.* \"No. You don't understand. If you go there, it's a death sentence. Even if you're like us. There's no guarantee you'll live to find out what's there.\" *Her jaw clenched at Elthren's comment, and she sighed, shaking her head.* \"Yes. That... Would be my grandfather.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"But what *Is* It that's there? If you can just get us to understand, we can figure something out.\" He turned his head in Elthren's direction, confused. \"Who was her grandfather? And where did you learn about him?\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"The Chantry, I told you about it not long ago, it's up in the mountains somewhere, but I can't find it. But that's not important now. We have direct confirmation there's more Snow Elves out there.\" He looks at Danaevena, \"You have to tell us how to get there.\""
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*She shook her head, refusing to look up at them.* \"No. I won't. If you go there, you'll die. And I'm not going to have the deaths of two of my kin on my conscience.\""
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*She shifted, before sighing and looking up at them.* \"Policy is to kill everyone who finds it. Unless they're willing to go beneath the mountain and become productive members of our society, never seeing the sun again. But after I left... My bet is that they're killing everyone now. No risk of letting anyone go out and spill the secrets.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"That's.. That must be difficult for you. But why would they kill their own kind? I understand wanting them to stay but that's inhumane!\" He let out a heavy sigh, turning to Elthren. \"Do you really think it's wise to speak to them—let alone try to find them? They don't sound very inviting.\" He mumbled sarcastically."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"I'm going, it's my duty. Perhaps they have a Knight-Paladin of their own, and if they do then they must know how to get to the Chantry.\" He says, \"Whether they like it or not I'm going to find them.\""
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "\"I don't know! But everyone heard the stories! We read the records. Anyone who tries to leave without permission gets killed. Even if they're a falmer, or one of the others. I'm the first person I've ever heard of who managed to make it out without permission who wasn't killed.\" *Confusion then flickered across her face.* \"The Chantry... You mean the Chantry of Auri-el? My grandfather might know... But he'd never tell you.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"It's as if they're wanting to become the Betrayed.\" He muttered, standing up entirely again. \"I don't understand it at all, what must've convinced them to do such things to their own people? What are the chances we actually get what we're looking for—it just seems like we'd walk out with nothing if we're lucky they won't try to kill us first.\" He was clutched his arms with a level of uncertainty."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He rolls his eyes, \"It's like they've gone mad. Like they forgot the will of Auri-el.\" He scoffs, \"So it's true then, they have lost their faith. He wouldn't aid a Paladin-Initiate in his Initiation?\" He looks visibaly angry"
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "\"I think you underestimate my grandfather's resolve to keep our people safe. There isn't anything that he wouldn't do if it meant that we would stay alive and in secrecy. Thousands of years is a long time to be alone. A long time to spend devoting yourself to your people's wellbeing.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"Calm yourself, Endelor, getting upset wont get us anywhere. Forgive him but you must understand our frustration, finding your grandfather—or anyone for that matter is our primary objective. Your grandfather seems to have forgotten there's a difference in keeping your people safe and *Controlling* Them. With all due respect Miss, we need you to tell us where they are so we can figure *Something* Out. You clearly saw the state of things while living there; therefore, you should have no problem helping us reason with them.\" He sighed softly, \"You must be able to understand.\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"We could be the wake up call they need.\" He says, \"Even if your grandfather is a gutless coward, he'll have to see reason. I believe that is what Auri-El would want. We could bring major change, maybe even get them out of hiding, not matter how dangerous it's worth the risk\" He says confidently and hopefully, anger subsiding"
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*Looking away, she sighed.* \"It's... Complicated. My grandfather saw everyone he cared about die. He watched as the Atmorans hunted us down and *Butchered* Us. He led us to Darresal and saved us all from them. He's the reason I was able to be born and grow up in safety. I left, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate and admire everything he does to keep us safe. I can't betray him even more. I already did enough to put my people at risk by leaving. I can't lead more people there.\" *At the mention of getting out of hiding, she scoffed.* \"You really think we'd be safe if we did? You don't think they'd just all hunt us down again?\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"We're not looking to endanger them, we're looking to help them. And it's not as if we're outsiders, we'd bring no harm to them but we must *Try* To do something. We have to at the very least *Talk* To them, try to reason. I hate to say it but if they continue on like that, isolated and trapped there—\" He trailed off with almost a pained look. \"They're going to devolve into what most of our race is now. Nothing but shells of what we once were.\" He muttered the last part quietly."
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"He's a fool to believe they'd be able to last forever hiding inside their cave. They'll get found out eventually. And there's fewer dangers here then there were before the Night of Tears, the Atmorans are gone, the Nords are different, and it's been a long time since our fatal mistake was made. The only ones we need to worry about are the Thalmor, and everyone worries about them.\""
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*She shook her head, refusing to listen to them. Even though she'd left Darresal, it was clear that she fully believed everything that she'd ever been told.* \"They take precautions! Lights everywhere so we don't lose our sight. And we're careful with our food! We won't become the Betrayed. We can't risk it. We'll all die if they know where we are! They blame us for our genocide, when they're the ones that threatened us first! The Nords would kill us all!\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"No matter what you've been told, you've seen how things are now. I understand accepting how things are is practically against everything you've been told but have you looked around you? Our world is entirely different! And no matter how *Careful* Your people are, carefulness can only sustain you for what? A few more decades?\" He bit back a scoff and breathed in a heavy breath to calm himself down. There was no point in getting upset, thatll only matters worse. \"No matter how careful your people are, it won't last. Either they'll stay in their settlement and wait to devolve into the Betrayed or they can take a risk of leaving and have a better chance of living. Change must happen if they want to have any chance of survival.\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He laughs, his laugh seems pained, and slightly angered, \"You *Honestly* Believe that our ancestors were provoked? They must have done a number on your history. Our ancestors struck first, we were scared of possibly being outclassed by humans. Our ancestors were greedy, too, something in their city caught their eye, and our ancestors decided to slaughter them, like they were nothing. What happened to our people was awful, but it wasn't their fault, it was ours. And we have to attone for that, and no attonement can come from hiding in a cave. Auri-El turned his back on us, and we deserved it. And now I must get his good graces back, by enacting his will, and if your people refuse to be a part of that, then the Falmer, truly, are doomed.\""
},
{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*Tia growled, now truly furious at Elthren, believing what he said to be nothing but lies and slander.* \"You lie! Someone has twisted your mind to madness! The Atmorans attacked us first! Slaughtered babes and the infirm! What we did was justice! Retribution! And they used it as justification to kill us all! My grandfather was there at Saarthal! He told me all of it! Whoever told you anything else was lying to you!\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "\"Stop this nonsense, the both of you! Arguing doesn't do anything! Calm yourselves and listen!\" He shouted, turning to each direction of both of their voices. \"Now that you both can finally stop going at each other's throats, I suggest get back to the matter at hand. What has happened in the past at Saarthal was entirely our own doing. Whether you, Miss, choose to accept that truth is up to you but you've been lied to by your grandfather.\" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. \"We must find a way to the others, I know there may be risks but there will be precautions taken. We *Have* To do *Something* If that means we can still have a chance. We shouldn't be arguing about our faults, we should be discussing what can be done as of now! Please, for our sake, for *Your people's* Sake.\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"I lived through the Night of Tears, the only reason I'm here even able to talk to you was because I was saved by Knight-Paladin Gelebor. Before that I was able to talk to soldiers returning to the Chantry, what they did haunted them. I'm certain your Grandfather wants nothing more than to pretend it never happened. Atroscities were commit by both sides but the first atroscity was our own.\" He says, calmly, \"Auri-El might forgive us still if we do something. We have to get the Chantry back.\""
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*Stubbornly, Dani looked away, clearly refusing to believe what the two of them were saying. And not interested in thinking about whether or not they were telling the truth. Or if she'd been lied to.* \"How do you know that you two aren't the ones who were lied to? My grandfather would *Never* Lie to me. He could never lie to all of us. Now are you going to untie me, or are you just going to keep me in these ropes forever?\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "Biting back the urge to retort something rude, he turned to Elthren, crossing his arms with a displeased expression. \"What should we do with her? She's almost as stubborn as you, Auri-El bless us.\" He scoffed, \"We can't keep playing this game with her, she's too stubborn and clearly won't reason! At the same time, we have our hands tied, we can't just let her leave. We need her to talk if we want any leads on where the Chantry is located, but how?\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "\"We already know the general location, we'll just go to wherever the rest of our people are hiding. I'm gonna have a word with them.\" He turns to Celenaris, his face is cold emotionally, he puts his face mask up, \"We'll leave her.\" He tosses the amulet in front of the girl, mumbling to himself, \"Heretics.\""
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*A panicked look crossed her face and she looked up at him.* \"Wait, wait, you can't just leave me here like this! You have to untie me! And we are not heretics! My mother is a priestess of Auri-el! We follow the gods! We follow the old ways. You have no right to call us heretics!\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "His ears drooped upon hearing the girl's pleas and he turned to face the sound of her voice. \"I.. Endelor, we can't just leave her here, not like this. It's not right. Heretic or not, she's one of *Us.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He throws a knife, perfectly hitting the ropes but not her, letting out a dramatic harumph, \"You worship a Daedra, I don't care if your mother was a priestess, there's daedric worship in your ranks.\" He tosses a book onto the ground in front of her, it's a crude copy of Night of Tears by Dranor Seleth, the handwriting is legible, but not the best, \"Read up, and maybe when you have time read what Azura did to the Chimer.\""
}
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{
"author": "Danaevena Caerwen",
"message": "*She glared up at him, before looking down at the book.* \"Azura isn't the worst of the Daedra. She's given me many blessings. More than I've ever gotten from Auri-el. And I know what she did to the Chimer. Not all gods are eternally forgiving.\" *Getting to her feet, she rubbed her wrists and glanced off into the forest.* \"I pray you don't die because of your hubris.\""
},
{
"author": "Celenaris Isedras",
"message": "With a quick pinch to the bridge of his nose, he let out a excessive sigh of annoyance; \"Again you two, we can really debate about personal beliefs and whether or not this heresy stands in Auri-El's name another time. But please be cordial, being at each other's throats won't help anything, so might as well just suck it up and place your differences aside.\" He muttered with a slight hint of agitation to his voice. Though a slight tinge of guilt jabbed at him as he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. Without quite expressing his thoughts, he silently turned away from Danaevena to approach Endelor. \"Listen, I know we shouldn't quite trust her, but we can't keep on like this. Her personal worship is her own, you can only do so little about it. Let's just figure out the plan for the tomorrow morning instead.\""
},
{
"author": "Elthren 'Endelor' Aulrel",
"message": "He yawns, \"It is late, we should get some sleep.\" He says, \"You hear that, we're gonna sleep and leave in the morning. You should read that book.\" He says, chosing to ignore her comment on blessings, \"And for your information it's not hubris. From my perspective we have to do this, or else we're doomed.\" He stretches, walks up to the Danaevena was tied to and pulls his knife out of the tree, \"We'll plan more in the morning.\" He looks Danaevena in the eyes, \"If you try *Anything* While we sleep, I'll kill you. I'm a light sleeper, I'll notice.\" He says sternly"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It was a fair day in The Reach, or as fair is it can be in a cold climate full of Forsworn warriors. An odd purple argonian is walking along the roads, humming a tune while using his spear as a walking stick, his shield slung at his side."
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "The Argonian continues walking west, stopping momentarily to look around him, then continuing to walk, he seems somehow both completely carefree while also feverishly paranoid, a duality of pure opposites"
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*A lovely young Breton woman dressed in the robes of the priesthood appeared on the horizon, heading along a road that would intersect with the one the Argonian was following. She wore an amulet of Mara around her neck, marking which of the Divines that she followed, and walked along, using a long staff of simple wood to help her on her way.*"
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*A towering creature walked through the forests of the Reach, moving quite close to where the nearest road was. This was his homeland, not in the sense that he was born here, but that he knew it very well. Indeed he was quite familiar, and so he knew of the nearby roads, and knew that his presence would likely be made known. Owing to his stature, his footsteps made quite a bit of sound, and so it was that he got within view of the road during his travel. He needn't worry about the Forsworn, of course- they seemed to avoid him, and if they didn't, well, he was still formidable. But he hadn't gone out for a fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"And here I thought the rumors were false. No wonder the recruits hate patrolling here.\" He says, looking in the direction of the Minotaur's footsteps, \"Too small to be a Giant, but too big to be any Forsworn. If it was a bear it would have tried to kill me, and last I checked mammoths don't hang out in the woods, at least without a very angry giant. Quite the conundrum\" He looks over at the woman walking along the intersection, \"What do you think, Priestess?\" He says loudly, \"Big sounds in the woods, you got any ideas?\""
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*At the sound of the Argonian calling out to her, Carolentia frowned and paused. Tilting her head to the side, she inspected him, before resting a hand on her hip. She wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about, at least until she noticed the sound of the footsteps. Her delicately pointed ears pricked up and she narrowed her eyes.* \"Hmmm... I'm not quite sure. But at the very least, it must be friendly. We must be within earshot of it no problem, and yet there's nothing coming to attack us.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The footsteps became a little louder as Rodric emerged through the trees, wearing an assortment of furs and standing quite large. He narrowed his eyes a bit, looked over the two strangers, and shrugged. He started adjusting his rudimentary clothing with one of his hands and approached a little closer, just a steady pace as he had no reason to rush. Through his enhanced hearing, he was able to pick up on their conversation from a fair distance away, and he responded to it.*\n\n\"You are correct, miss. There is no need to draw your weapons, I'm not here for a fight. Well met, both of you.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"CRIKEY!\" He exclaims, \"You're a *Biggun*!\" He continues, tilting his head, \"What exactly... Are you?\" He asks, \"I've never seen anything quite like you, I think. Unless I have but forgot, that seems like something I'd do.\" He smiles, \"And uh, ignore the spear, I can't exactly sheathe it.\""
},
{
"author": "Carolenta Aulrien",
"message": "*The priestess bowed her head politely.* \"This isn't a weapon, don't fear. Just a staff to make my travel easier. It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend.\" *At Speaks' outburst, she looked at him with a fair bit of confusion.* \"He's a minotaur, from Cyrodiil, I assume. Have you never seen a minotaur before? They're only right over the border.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Of course, I was merely making a gesture. I am a minotaur. But I suppose my kind are very rarely seen here, I've yet to even see one of my own in these lands. Your surprise at my appearance is not that, well, surprising to me. Anyways, it's lovely to speak to someone other than those Forsworn. Didn't take long to learn that bloodthirsty survivalists aren't good company at all, but at least they leave me alone well enough, and the ones that don't get the hint have yet to be a problem. Name's Rodric. Rodric Heavy-Hand. What about you?\"\n\n*Rodric spoke calmly through a grizzled voice, looking towards Carolenta as she seemed more understanding, on account of her recognizing his kind. He crossed his arms and snorted, getting lost in thought. It was interesting to him, how he seemed to be encountering good-hearted folk more and more often recently. And this seemed to be the first time in recent memory that he encounter someone on a simple walk, instead of during one of his many hunts. He almost humored thoughts of visiting one of those villages or cities on occasion.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"They call me Speaks-In-Tongues, though most refer to me as just Speaks. I am a vampire hunter with the Dawnguard, I'm out here on more unofficial business, though.\" He says, doing a very fanciful spear flourish, slamming the butt of it on the ground, as he moves his bonemold armor scrapes against the other plates. He smiles fully, showing his teeth, which seem to be plated in silver, before doing a bow, \"Pleasure to meet you, Rodric.\" He doesn't question the name, as he doesn't know what a 'normal' minotaur name would be"
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Rodric was a little intrigued by the fact that Speaks' teeth were plated in silver. He'd heard stories that silver worked against the undead, but he knew well enough it worked far better against lycanthropes, including himself. Still, he was mostly concerned with how uncomfortable it'd be to have metal-plated teeth. For his part, the minotaur couldn't imagine it, or rather chose not to. He cleared his throat and responded.*\n\n\"Well met, Speaks-In-Tongues. Curious to meet a vampire hunter out here, I have to say. In all my years around these parts, I've yet to see any vampires, though you've certainly prepared. Don't take it this unofficial business is a casual stroll through the Reach?\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"If I wanted a casual stroll I doubt I'd pick the Reach.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Though I guess it can be a bit fun at times, shame the Forsworn never choose to use undead abominations.\" He says, feigning a pout, \"But no, I'm on a pilgrimage of sorts, My Lady has gifted me visions of an artifact of hers that I must recover!\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, a well-armed pilgrim at that. What sort of sacred object would reside here, if I may ask? Frankly, the most valuable thing here other than one's own life is whatever magical things the Forsworn have scrounged up. That and the sword of old Red Eagle, if it exists. To be honest, I don't much bother with the old ruins around here, the tight spaces are horrid.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"It is an amulet, with an opal gem, it contains power that My Lady bestowed upon it, it glows with the light of the sun.\" He says, \"I don't know *How* The Forsworn got that disgusting hands on it, but I must get the artifact.\""
}
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{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Hmm... Unfortunate, the worst sort of folk to find something sacred. Probably would use it for one of those crazy rituals of theirs when they aren't ripping out hearts or dealing with hagravens or whatever else.\"\n\n*Rodric pondered for a moment and scratched his chin, before looking towards Speaks with a new look in his eyes.*\n\n\"Actually, I am quite familiar with these lands. I've seen where the Forsworn gather and amass for their purposes. If you wish, I can help you with them. They aren't too threatening aside from irritating me, and I wouldn't mind an excuse to deal one back to them.\""
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "\"I know exactly where I'm going. Even have it on this map, they call it... Hag Rock Redoubt. A fitting name for a Forsworn encampment, I suppose.\" He says, \"It'd be quite nice to have someone of your... Stature, on my side, someone as big as you will defnitely make them rethink fighting us, though I guess they don't do much thinking.\" He says, \"Say, the road's pretty long from here, and I've been walking a while, do you think I could...\" His eyes light up and he smiles, \"Ride on your shoulders? I'm not that heavy and you know, you seem really strong, you'd barely notice that I'm there.\""
},
{
"author": "Rodric Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The minotaur eyes widened a bit with surprise, hit with a question he didn't really expect. He had to take a second to think over the question, and then shrugged.*\n\n\"Eh, sure. Why not? Let's get a move on, then.\"\n\n*Rodric walked towards Speaks and, with one hand, picked him up by the torso and placed him on his left shoulder. Once he made sure the Argonian was holding on, he began walking off in the direction of Hag Rock Redoubt, moving through the trees instead of on the roads to save time.*"
},
{
"author": "Speaks-In-Tongues",
"message": "He points his spear forward, \"HUHAH! FORWARD!\" He shouts with lots of laughter, \"Have you considered joining the Dawnguard? I think our ranks could definitely use a big minotuar such as yourself. The most we have are armored trolls, which although cool, simply aren't that smart. Not like you, you seem smart.\" He says"
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"That hat... I've seen it in Akaviri depictions. Do you take any relation to the Akaviri? It's not typical Dunmer, nor is your blade. Lord Seht used to have single edged swords like that forged, however.\"\n\n*He could see something which was undoubtedly a reachmen camp in the hills. They were walking north along the Karth river, a popular spot for ambushes and tolls.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"When Red Mountain erupted, most of my family history written in records and books were lost. While we carried the memories, we could only remember so much. My family were sword masters, or warriors you could say. We had studied the art of the blade, the katana, tanto, all of that. My father described it as a sign of honor, respect, and art. I've had my run in with the Dominon... They don't take to kindly to the sword. Reminds them of a certain group of warriors that served the emperor... The Blades I think they are called.\n\nThis sword is my story, is my life, is what I really have after everything. All I can say is we were once small, respected family in Morrowind. Honorable swords for hire, we charged low costs and did jobs mostly for the poor or suffering. Made our skills avaible to those who needed it.\" He explained as he walked."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I have... Trouble relating to you, to put it lightly. I watched hundreds of years of Dunmer Culture die twice. Once in the Third Era, Once in the Fourth. Perhaps not even your father would've known of the Glory days, when the Tribunal ruled. I see now that it was fated to end that way. But look at me.\"\n\n*He removed the white sash which covered most of his body. Engraved on his chest, in the Brass was that symbol. The Symbol of the Temple. It also gave Velin a better look at his prosthesis. Scar tissue outlined it all, he was split perfectly down the middle up to the middle of his neck.*\n\n\"I cannot return to Morrowind. I cannot live among my people.\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He would not like his choice of words. His people were not fated to end, it all because the Dominion couldn't handle the idea of Dunmer practicing with Akaviir style of weapons that they used. He watched his father get cut down, her mother taken away and burned, and his brothers drown in their own blood. It was not fate, he didn't believe that his life was predetermined. He made his own fate.\n\nVelin was good at hiding his emotions, while he felt disrespected. His face stayed the same.\n\nHe looked over at him and saw his scars, and the metal that was fused into his body. He gave a nod and kept on walking, his eyes scanning around their surrondings."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I just wanted to vent my frustrations to a kinsman who doesn't ask questions.\"\n\n*He covered himself again and stopped. He tapped his staff on the ground and pointed to the hill.*\n\n\"He know's I've spotted him. He's going to ask for gold to pass through. He has friends in a nearby camp, no doubt, how would you wish to handle this?\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"I barely have enough gold, and I don't wish to give these brigands what they desire. I say we try to use words, then strike.\" He gave a nod.\n\nIn truth, Velin wanted to kill these bandits anyways. There's no telling how many people they hurt and things they stole. Sure, killing them wouldn't end the problems. With the war and chaos... More would move in."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*The man descended with his sword drawn. Orcish sword in the hands of a Reachman.*\n\n\"You two, these are our lands, we demand Tribute. 50 gold.\"\n\n*The Telvanni thought for a moment. He placed his left hand behind his back.*\n\n\"For what purpose?\"\n\n*He said, curiously.*"
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{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"No... I don't want to hear it... Especially from your kind, coming to our lands... How about 49 gold, huh?\"\n\n*Byleth put his hand behind his back for a reason, his hand was glowing red with some sort of destruction energy. He moved his hand in the blink of an eye and a Lava Whip had already constricted around the Reachman's neck. He was alive, unable to speak.*\n\n\"Normally I would just teach you a lesson. But I didn't like your tone today. Too much... Sass. Velin, give him an honorable death, even if he doesn't deserve it.\"\n\n*The ones peering over the rocks in the hills had disappeared after seeing this. Why did this dunmer even bother to seek an escort?*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"With pleasure...\" He said.\n\nWith a quick motion. His blade came out of It's hilt, it was like a gust of wind as a simple swipe would all it would need for the man infront of them. It would be painless, but not quick. It wouldn't be long before he had a large gash on his neck and blood began to pour onto whatever he was wearing. \n\nHe was soon to pass.\n\nVelin would quickly look around for his next target."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I don't think they're going to back down. It would be better to be rid of them.\"\n\n*The way he stood... He put his right side towards the threat, his fleshy side facing away. An arrow flew towards him to the side of his abdomen. It would've been fatal, but it merely snapped in half as it fell.*\n\n\"There are three up there. 2 archers I believe but they likely have other arms.\"\n\n *He summoned a Seeker as far as he could. Halfway up the hill.*\n\n\"It'll likely need a bit of help, if one of them had an Orichalc blade, they might be more well equipped than most.\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He would get into cover, or whatever would be better than being out in the open.\n\nHe would sheath his sword, while charging the archers would not be the worst idea, Velin was quite fast. They were on higher ground, and Velin would be filled with arrows. So using his longbow would have to be the only option. \n\nHis sister was a better shot, and was on par when it came to sword fighting. But Velin never really had the love for Archery. He much preferred using sword.\n\nHe would get an arrow ready and he would pull back the string and get out of cover. Aiming for one of the archers he took a deep breath and exhaled, firing the arrow at the Archer. He however didn't hit where he wanted to shoot. He hit the Archer in the arm, soon enough and arrow came whizzing by and it grazed his left arm.\n\nHe would get back into cover, taking a deep breath and getting another arrow ready before trying again. This time he would focus his eyes and let the string go. The arrow flung towards the other Archer and hit in right in the eye. Another arrow however hit him in the leg, Velin went into cover and snapped the arrow. It hurt, but it would take alot more than a arrow to put down Velin."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*Byleth was overtly cocky and instead of finding cover he stood wide open. He was under the effects of Falcon's Swiftness and he was actively trying to stop the arrows flying at him with his metal hand. He was a distraction for the other archer, toying with him. The Seeker was able to kill the other archer, the one who had been hit in the arm. He was unable to draw his bow properly, and he was torn apart by the Seeker. The other archer was able to put 3 arrows in its back while it did this, and when it turned around, the one with the sword plunged her blade into the seekers stomach... Mouth... Thing. It died. Byleth casted an orb of Choking Grasp at the archer. He fell to his knees gasping for air, and with the blood loss from his eye injury, it severely incapacitated him. Now there was one left. Byleth slowly ascended up a makeshift path in the hill, expecting Velin to follow.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He would switch to his sword and he would engage the final man. She would draw her sword and charge at Velin.\n\nThe skilled swordsman would parry her attacks as sparks began to light the darkness. He was toying with her.\n\n\"D-damn you!\" She yelled and went for a heavy strike, which left her open. Velin would dodge and shove his blade through her chest, aiming for her heart.\n\nShe gasped for air, her lips began to quiver. She dropped her sword and Velin would help her lay down. For a moment she looked at Velin and reached up.\n\n\"May you learn from your mistakes and be forgiven. For you have died by my blade... You have earned a chance at redemption...\" Velin told the Nord.\n\nShe wanted to speak but all that came out was her final breath, her eyes stared blankly at the evening sky. Velin would use his hands to cover her eyelids shut and he flicked his blade stained with blood before sheeving his sword.\n\nHe then gave Byleth a nod."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Hm. Quite impressive. You're quite a bit better than the average grunt. You know that sword well, pehaps the Thalmor are after you for more than just the sword you carry. Getting a bit late though... Could rest here for the night. I'm impressed with you, truly.\"\n\n*He walked to the corpses. He placed his hands upon them and they turned to Ash, near instantly, with bits of bone mixed in.*\n\n\"Wind will carry them to their resting spot. They would've wanted it that way. Their fire... Still warm. Tents are nice and warm looking. These nights in the Reach get cold enough to freeze water, at least in my home.\"\n\n*He sat down by the fire and lit it with his hands.*\n\n\"Forgive me if I'm prying a bit, but what do you think of death, as someone who deals in it.\""
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{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He would take a seat, sitting with his legs criss cross.\n\n\"Death is a complemented thing. I was raised to think of death as a good thing, despite my family house being slaughtered... We did not go out with a fight. We painted our walls in Altmer blood, taking as many as we could with us.\"\n\n\"My father may have died, so did my mother and many of my family. But the fact we went down fighting, instead of begging for our lives and bending the knee to the Thalmor. I say they died well, they knew they were going to die... And went out on their own terms. Death is door-way to another plane we know barely nothing about.\n\nIt is a door-way we must leave in our own way. Whether we grow old and slowly pass through the door, or by our foolish accidents we fall through the door, or we earn our right to twist the knob of the door and enter through.\"\n\n\n\"Death is also a time to be forgiven. A chance for you to look back and regret your poor choices. I have slayed many, and nearly all have regretted their decisions and wished they have more time... They wish they could go back and tell themselves to be different. Which is why I show respect to them in their final moments. They show their true colors when they realize it's the\n end.\"\n\nVelin went on a long explanation."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "*He took it all in. It was interesting for him to hear about.*\n\n\"Very thoughtful. My thoughts of it have always changed. My perspective... Is a bit different. I'm very old... Obviously. Now that I am no longer in my... Former residence, I've watched people die all around me while I persist. I am an Outlier in Arkay's clockwork. Because of that I see death as something precious. It's why I requested you give them good, honorable deaths. It eases me to take a life if i know they will go to their afterlife peacefully.\"\n\n*He reached into the sash across his body. Apparently it was storage as well.*\n\n\"Wonder if there are any pots around...•"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He gave a nod.\n\n\"I will patrol around, see if I can find any supplies. Spare potions and what not. They will no longer need it.\n\nThe samuria would then get up and look around the ruins for anything. He had forgotten the arrow and ripped it out of his arm. But drank a healing potion right away to heal his wound."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"No, no they certainly wont need it. You didn't need to waste a potion... I could assist with the injury. A potion wont totally heal you.\"\n\n*He pulled out some salted meat he had brought with him. He held his metal hand over the fire, heating it up oncemore.*\n\n\"It'll work, I worry if the heat may damage some of the more delicate components within me. It's felt a bit too tight lately.\""
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{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He didn't make a comment on wasting a potion, he had plenty of them in his supplies.\n\nHe would look around, but not find much. It seem like the Brigands didn't have much. Velin would return back to the fire and once again sit with his legs crossed, leaning more closer to the flame to get some warmth.\n\n\"I can take first watch for the night.\" Velin offered."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"By all means go ahead if you wish. I dont need much rest, but I certainly wouldn't mind a little time to take in the scenery. Do you have anything you wished to cook? Put it in my hand.\"\n\n*He had seemingly finished reheating the salted meat. No plates around... He just ate it with his hands like a savage.*\n\n\"I had heard of some Peryite worshippers around the Ruin, something to keep note of. Never liked Peryite, he doesn't do a good job giving people a reason to worship him.\""
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"I'll make sure they keep their distance.\" Velin gave a nod.\n\nHe again, didn't make a comment. He didn't know who in Oblivion Peryite was and he didn't care who they were.\n\nHe would then pull out some jerky in his bag and nibbled on the dried meat."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Most little Daedra cults tend to be a danger... When you get so many people together with generally ill intentions it burbles out of control...\"\n\n*He sighed, finishing his meat.*\n\n\"I'm sure its of no interest to you, 700 years ago you couldn't escape all sorts of Daedric troubles if you wanted to... Now everything is just... A bit boring if you'll forgive my terminology. There's still mysteries to uncover though.\""
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{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He gave a nod and stared into the embers.\n\n\"We should rest, I can take first watch. We can move out at first light.\" He told Byleth and would then pull out his sword and began to sharpen it. Looking at the shiny blade before continuing to sharpen it a bit more."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Could use daedra to watch... Unreliable though... I'm sure you can keep guard. I usually wake early regardless.\"\n\n*He laid on his right side, he could lock his joints to put himself at rest.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He would give a assuring nod and kept by the fire. Looking around their surroundings in random intervals to keep a watch on their area."
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{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "He would sleep, but would awaken as the sun rose.\n\nVelin reached for his hat and placed it over his head. He yawned and gave a long stretch.\n\n\"Morning sun to you.\" He greeted as he would begin to reach in his bag and pulled out ingredients to make some early morning tea."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Regardless of the early waking... That was some of the best sleep I've had in... Centuries. I felt like a child again... I used to sleep in a little hammock under the stars in Sadrith Mora... I miss the mushrooms...\"\n\n*He seemed oddly... Sentimental. His joints unlocked. Except for his right pinky, it remained locked around his staff. He came to sit and removed a vial of some sort of lubricant to attempt to remedy the issue.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"Sadrith Mora?\" He asked, he had never heard of such a place.\n\nWhile he waited for answer, Velin began to heat the water to make the energetic tea that would give them a boost of healthy energy, without a hard crash. It would take a bit, but enough time for then to relax and talk a bit more."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"It was the Telvanni district seat on Vvardenfell. A town of mushroom towers, master wizards, and slavery. My Argonian friend, we would have little... Picnics... On the branches of the mushrooms. I wasn't there long.\"\n\n*His finger wouldn't budge. He unscrewed it from his hand, and actually had to do real maintenance. It was filled with little cogs and springs Velin wouldn't understand.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"Ah... Interesting those Mushroom towers. My grandfather used to talk a lot about them. I've never seen one with my own eyes. But I've heard one lies in a island not far from Skyrim. Solstheim I believe.\" He commented.\n\nThe tea was getting ready, both of them could smell the herbs used to make the tea. It was a recipe he learned from his travels."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"Master Neloth's tower is the one on Solstheim. I've thought i should grow my own... People of markarth would burn me on a cross.\"\n\n*He eventually got the finger to move, and he screwed it back onto his hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Velin, the Swordmaster",
"message": "\"I do not like the people of Markarth, something in their eyes gives me a bad feeling. Their auroras... Feel like everyone in that damn city is hiding something. I feel it's more corrupt than Riften in some parts...\" Velin commented on Markarth."
},
{
"author": "Byleth Telvanni",
"message": "\"I'm there because it's a very familiar place to me... The people are not the highlight of the city. The corruption runs very deep... I'm positive.\"\n\n*He opened and closed his hand. It was in perfect working order now.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*In the dimly lit cave, Ervana creeps along the damp, mossy walls. Quietly, she clings to the shadows as she slips through the narrow passage.*\n\n\"There's an opening up ahead!\" *She barely whispers to herself. A draft blowing on her open skin from ahead.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He uses the enchantement on his goggles to allow him to see in the dark, he spots a vein of Ebony below him, \"That's a steep fall, doubt my enhancements will survive that.\" He reaches into his bag, taking out a grappling hook and driving a stake into the ground, hooking the grapple onto it, and rappelling down"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*With a gleaming lantern hanging from his belt, Nothwulf stood at the mouth of a great golden-bronze gate set in a stone brick wall. Clad in ebony plates and wearing his helm, he used his might to force open the doors to the old Dwemer ruin.*\n\n\"Let's see where you blind lads are hiding this time.\"\n\n*He pulled forth an ebony greatsword from his back, and began his descent into the ruins.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*The sound of commotion in front of her, made Ervana drop to the ground, and crawl along the rocky floor of the cave. Suddenly, the floor begins to smooth out and change texture. Ervana looks to see the ground of the cave ebb away into carved stone. The further she crept the more light began to fill her surroundings. The caves walls opening up and unveiling a hidden, underground structure.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He spots the vein of ebony along the cave wall, returning the grapple to his pouch with a quick whip motion, then taking his pickaxe he swings into the stone, piercing right through the stone, part of the wall crumbles, he peers through, spotting a knight clad in ebony, \"Peculiar...\" He mumbles under his breath, striking through the wall again, making an opening large enough to climb through, picking up a chunk of ebony ore and placing it in his pack, \"Awfully fancy attire for someone delving into a cave.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*At first the knight stepped back and rose the large sword in his hands, facing towards the crumbling stone. But after a moment he seemed to relax, lowering the blade and laughing heartily.*\n\n\"Ha, I wasn't expecting to meet someone else down here! But aye, it doesn't hurt to be cautious now does it? No need to worry about me- I'm not here for you, I'm here for the Falmer.\"\n\n*Close to seven feet tall, he was dressed head to toe in ebony plate mail. Over the cuirass he wore a bright red tabard, and his face was hidden by a horned ebony helm with a golden faceplate. While he certainly looked intimidating in both size and equipment, his voice was more welcoming and friendly. For a complete stranger, he had the demeanor of an old friend.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana peers over the edge of a path above the others in the cave. She stays where she can see and hear them talking but they cannot see nor hear her. Dwarven ruins and cave are dangerous enough but when more than one adventurer is present, it becomes even more deadly.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "Behind Ervana something clicks and chatters, like a tiny engine is sputtering moving. Feldros looks around, \"Now where'd it run off to...\" He mutters, \"You see a small brass rat around?\" He asks, with a somewhat concerned voice, \"I swear it was just behind me...\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Hm? What about a brass rat? Hang on... Do you hear something?\"\n\n*The ebony-clad knight looked around the open chamber, as if listening intently to whatever noise it was. He focused his gaze on whatever Dwemer apparatuses or pipework he saw. The helmeted head tilted to the side in what looked like confusion, and then he looked around the ceiling of the cavern, and back down again.*\n\n\"Strange...\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*The sound spooks Ervana and she turns around just in time to see a pack of Dwarven Spiders running towards her! She flies up from her spot, leaping over the spiders, and onto some pipes over the deep cavern.*\n\n\"By the Nine!\" *She yells, pulling out her Imperial bow and begins firing arrows.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "As the spiders approach there's a small explosion of magicka, a tiny brass rat-like automaton rolls forward, with a bit of chittering, its key spinning\n\nHe turns, hearing the scream and explosion, \"Well there's my Skeevaton.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I'd wager it took out half of those spiders. Odd they're outside of the ruin, wonder why that is.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Who's up there! Come on and show yourself!\"\n\n*The knight looked up to the source of the sound, calling out in a firm voice to whoever it was that had spoken. Was there a bandit lookout above somehow?*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana stays crouching on the pipe, nervous. Is it safe? Should she reveal herself? No, too dangerous! Silently, she runs along the pipe towards the structure.\n\nOnce she reaches the ruin, she hops down and runs inside, hoping to lose the strangers in the maze the ruins were.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"It's no use hiding.\" He says, slamming his mace into one of the still working spiders, picking up his skeevaton, \"All is revealed in the end.\" He chuckles, \"I sound like some sort of evil lich saying that, don't I.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, a bit. Seems we'll be getting to know each other further down these ruins. But, for starters, how about names?\"\n\n*Reaching a gauntlet-clad hand to one of the horns of the helm, the knight pulled it off, clutching it under his arm and revealing his face. A fair-skinned and blonde-haired Nord through and through with blue eyes and a thick, oily beard. It was a bit ruffled from the helm, but his hair was kept rather short and combed.*\n\n\"I'm Nothwulf. Nothwulf Heavy-Hand.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana shuts the heavy doors and backs away, only to hear the sound of steam and cogs moving from behind her.\n\nShe turns around as 5 Dwarven Spheres unball and prepare to attack!* \"You have got to be kidding me!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Feldros gro-Redoran.\" He says, gesturing to move behind him, \"Step back, eyes forward.\" He says, as he mule-kicks the doors open, \"My apologies, but my helmet must remain on for now.\" He says, with his mace and buckler readied for combat"
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"As you wish, Feldros. Now then, let's get a move on.\"\n\n*Donning his helm once more, Nothwulf gripped his greatsword with both hands, raising the blade in an aggressive stance as he advanced behind Feldros.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*The doors fly open, Ervana dashing out with the Dwarven Spheres on her tail. The clanking and clanging of the automations behind her sound like they are right on too of her. With no other choice, she spins on heel and begins firing arrows as she continues to run backwards. One of the spheres fire its weapon, sending a dwarven bolt through the air, and slices Ervana's side.*\n\n\"Ahhhh!\" *She winces in pain but keeps pushing herself to get away from the enemies. At this point, she is completely blinded by pain and adrenaline, unaware of the others that had joined the battle.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He swings his mace, slamming it into the side of one of the spheres, knocking it off balance, as it swings its blade at him he blocks the attack with his buckler, countering with a mace swing, breaking the arm off, \"It'll take more than that to take me out.\" He says boldly"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf made his move, rushing forward with his greatsword in hand. For a man in full ebony plate, he moved surprisingly quick, and in one swift motion rose the sword up and brought it down upon the arm of one of the spheres. The ebony blade wasn't visibly damaged, and being a sword it did simply bounce off rather than cutting it. However, it left quite a dent in the metal strut, even bending it somewhat. Following his initial strike, he lifted a boot-clad foot and pushed all his weight into the Dwemer sphere's chest, shoving it back a few feet.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Holding her side with one hand, Ervana watches the others fight a battle she started. Both men fighting bravely as she just stands there, knowing she can't do anything against the machines with arrows. All they would do is be deflected by their metal exteriors.\n\nErvana looks around to see if there's any way she can help, when a pile of debris catches her eye. In the pile gleams a large, decorative, dwarven strut!*\n\n\"That should do it!\" *She pulls it free from the pile and charges into battle, swinging the strut down onto a sphere.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He watches the sphere crumple under the strut, letting out a triumphant laugh, he tosses his grappling hook, wrapping the rope around a sphere, the plants his foot in its \"Neck\" And twists, breaking the head off, then tosses his Skeevaton at the sphere Nothwulf was fighting, it starts slowly draining the power from the sphere, making it sluggish"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ha, you've got some peculiar interests, Feldros!\"\n\n*With a flick of his hands and a bit of flourish, Nothwulf was now grasping his sword by the blade, and he proceeded to batter and strike at the sluggish sphere's armor with the sturdy pommel, slamming it once and again many times as its armor crumpled and its limbs bent so much they barely worked. With the sphere done, he sheathed his sword and proceeded to twist and shake the sphere's arms with his hands, wrestling them until they came free and snapped off.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana lifts the strut once more and repeatedly bashes the last sphere, rushing in from her right. Her mind lost in a sea of adrenaline, even after the automation stops moving, no sound of mechanical parts sputtering, she continues to crush the metal contraption, oblivious to her still bleeding wound.*\n\n\"Blasted Dwarves! Their mindless technology! Confusing! Underground! CITIES!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He lets out a laugh as she destroys the sphere, then moves his arm in her way, stopping her, \"Alright, it's dead, you can calm down girl.\" He says, his voice calm, but optimistic, \"It's a good thing the animunculi can't leave the ruins, it'd be a major problem if they could spell disaster for the locals.\" He starts digging through the scrap heaps that were once attacking them, taking cogs and other useful salvage, \"Why make your own when you can take prefabs.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"You'll live lass, the contraptions are broken. It's the bleeding you've got to worry about, *Your* Bleeding that is. That and the Falmer that wander about deeper down the halls.\"\n\n*Looking around the halls and moving forward, Nothwulf kept his sword ready as he searched for something. The light of the lantern at his hip pierced the darkness, illuminating halls of weathered stonework and the bronze-gold sheen of Dwemer metal. The helm turned to look around, eyeing the distant gleam of a gate.*\n\n\"You can have the leftovers of those things, I'd rather look for something myself or my brothers in arms can make use of like weapons or armor. The contraptions are a problem, but the Dwemer were at least fine craftsmen. Couldn't hurt to gather supplies once the Falmer are dealt with.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana jumps at the closeness of the stranger. Then all at once, everything hit her; the strangers in her presence, the busted and destroyed remains of automations, her bleeding wound that is now burning her side in pain!\n\nShe drops to her knees, clenching her side. If only she didn't run out of potions earlier in her travel.*\n\n\"Could anyone spare a healing potion?\" *She asks, ignoring her shyness due to her situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He tosses her a health potion as he digs through the remains, \"Nothing too useful...\" He says to himself, \"Some scrap, some ore, a cog or two...\" The skeevaton chitters, glowing a bit, \"Oh yes, and some soul gems. Good find.\" He isn't bending his head, rather leaning down with his whole torso, his helmet restricts his movement quite a bit, as well as his peripheral vision, \"You said there were Falmer down here, do you have scope on their concentration? How far in, how many, so on and so forth?\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Not their exact depth, but I know they've settled in somewhere fairly deep. Probably have a small 'village' of sorts down here, and a bunch of chauruses. They're blind so light is no issue, but they've got damn good hearing. And somehow a few of them are smart enough to use magic. But they're not the worst thing down here, that goes to the Centurions.\"\n\n*Walking further down the hall, Nothwulf came upon something. A barred gate on the side, blocking off a small chamber. Inside there was a rather large carved chest, and he eyed the walls and floor of the interior carefully. He put his hand on one of the bars and jostled it, but it didn't open.*\n\n\"Got a way to get through a lock? This one seems sturdy, and mind what's inside. Can't see it all clearly, but it's probably rigged with a trap.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana nods at the kind gesture. She takes the potion, stands, and addresses the others.*\n\n\"Thank you. You don't want to go any further, trust me!\" *Her eyes scan everything carefully.* \"You especially don't want to cross paths with a centurion!"
}
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{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He peers through the bars, then inspects the lock, he chuckles holding his skeevaton, he voices an order, \"Deconstruct.\" As he says it the skeevaton knows exactly what to do, and devours the lock on the gate, leaving tiny bite marks in the metal. The gate creaks open, \"I knew those modifications would come in handy.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Well done friend, now then... Let's see what those old Dwemer left behind.\"\n\n*Nothwulf turned his gaze to the floor, and not a moment too soon. His foot, mere inches away from a raised floor tile- a pressure plate. With one hand behind him to signal Feldros to hold back, he advanced around the plate and took a closer look at the chest, seemingly focused on the raised platform that the chest was on. Turning back to Feldros, he gestured down to the plate on the floor.*\n\n\"Mind the tile, I don't want someone getting hurt by these rickety old contraptions.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"I got this! Stand back!\" \n\n*Ervana walks past the large nord and stands over the plate, on foot next to each side. She pulls a lockpick from behind her ear and goes to work on the lock. After a few clicks, the lock pops open and falls to the floor. She eases open the chest and backs away.*\n\n\"You spotted it, you loot first.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Unless there's anything really interesting in that chest, you two can have the contents.\" He says, \"I'm fine with salvaging off the animunculi.\" He waits outside the barred room, standing guard"
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nodding to Ervana, Nothwulf proceeded to open the stone chest, the cover raising and moving away in two parts, revealing the contents. He plunged his hands inside, producing at first a solid ingot of Dwarven metal, then followed by a handful of small gemstones. Three in total, consisting of two rough looking rubies and a rather well carved emerald*\n\n\"A decent find, some gemstones and metal... Hang on a moment, what is this?\"\n\n*Lastly, Nothwulf produced something strange. A fist-sized contraption of Dwemer metal surrounding a central ball of metal, a few holes in which showed an interior red glow. The knight looked over to Feldros with the object in hand, and to those who knew of the Dwemer machines, it was a dynamo core. Intact at that.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana sifts through the remains of the chest. She pockets ha few handfuls of lockpicks and a couple healing and stamina potions. Ash she roots she moves random armor and useless junk until a weapon catches her eye, a dwarven sword.*\n\n\"I should probably take this. My dagger is completely useless in battle and my arrows only bounce off of those metal contraptions.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"If it's a sword it'll bounce off, too.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Blunt weapons are what you'll want, somethin that can crush or pierce through the metal.\" He hums to himself for a moment, \"If I had a forge I could make you some piercing arrows. Thinner head makes for more velocity, that equals more penetration.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Want to take a look at this thing, Feldros? I'm no expert with Dwemer machinery, so I figure you'd be more interested in this... A dynamo core if I'm not mistaken.\"\n\n*Nothwulf walked over to Feldros, offering the dynamo core in his hand to him. It audibly hummed a bit, even spinning around inside the frame despite the knight doing nothing to influence it.*\n\n\"On the subject of smithing, I am fortunate to know a quartermaster. Quite skilled at what they do, and they've done a lot of hard work supplying me and my brothers in arms. Are you at all familiar with my order, Feldros?\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"You seem to know a good bit about weaponry!\" *Ervana drags the sword out of the chest. How big were the dwarves? For a sword this is huge!*\n\n\"I'm sorry, realized that I have not fully introduced myself.\" *She drops the sword at her feet and extends her hand.* \"I am Ervana Hideshiled. I wonder throughout Skyrim. Usually I'm not this social, but you two did just save my life, and I'm grateful for that! May the Nine bless the paths you walk on and protect you in future battles!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I am Feldros.\" He says, with a slight bow, \"Feldros gro-Redoran. I'm relatively new to Skyrim.\" He moves forward to inspect the dynamo core, he mumbles to himself, \"*Good quality... Definitely could be useful.*\" He speaks up, \"Good find, Knight. I'm vaguely aware of your order, I believe you're the ones who follow Reymon Ebonarm.\" He chuckles when Ervana mentions the *Nine*, \"There's a controversial topic, the *Nine*. I do not follow any of them, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I am Nothwulf Heavy-Hand, knight of Ebonarm. Well met, kinswoman. Now then, I'm glad you could make use of this piece of machinery, Feldros. And indeed, myself and my brothers and sisters in arms owe allegiance to Reymon Ebonarm, the god of war, but personally I still give prayer to Kyne as is due and... Ah. The Nine Divines. A touchy subject these days. I see why Talos is venerated, but it is not my place to get involved. My loyalty lies to defending Skyrim from itself, and to Ebonarm. If the Order is to fight for a cause in the war, I shall decide then, but I simply wish for the fighting to end so we may mend our wounds. Gods know we have worse foes on the horizon.\"\n\n*Nothwulf once more took off his helm, revealing his features once more to Ervana. A fair skinned man with blonde hair and blue eyes, pulled back long with a thick beard, and a scar or two over his otherwise healthy face. Quite tall and strong of build, even taking the armor into account, further shown by his earlier feats of might.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana takes a step back, feeling slightly intimidated by the fellow Nord.* \"I-I see. I don't follow much of the war or the controversy of worship. I practically grew up alone, everything I know I taught myself.\"\n\n*A flash of deep grief and sadness comes to her eyes. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues on.* \"So, what is the plan? I hate these ruins, danger and confusion resides in these walls.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Really I only came here to mine.\" He says, \"Nothing is quite so easy, is it.\" He moves to inspect the door, listening to the distant sounds of machinery, almost as if he were communing with them, \"There's more Animunculi within, I hear combat... Possibly the Falmer you were mentioning, or something else, hard to tell.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye then, let's not waste time now. Let's see what we're dealing with...\"\n\n*Drawing his greatsword and donning his helm once more, Nothwulf approached the door as well, and with his free hand slowly began to open it. His helmet hampered it a bit, but he nonetheless peered into the room through the ajar door.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana lashes the sword to her waist, grabs an arrow from her quiver, and draws her bow. She stays behind both of the men, aiming at the door.* \"I have your backs.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The door opens a crack, a group of raiders are fighting a group of animunculi, there's also a few Falmer pods, although so far no signs of them. There's a Centurion frame with the centurion still attached in"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Sounds rough in there.\" He says, \"I say we stay out of sight for now. Best if I stay behind fully, I creak too much.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, though the look of that Centurion gives me ideas. Not one for avoiding an eye, but perhaps you might be interested Ervana?\"\n\n*The knight looked away from the door for a moment to face Ervana, still wearing his helm.*"
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "*Ervana begins shaking, violently. Her eyes filled with fear. Memories flood her mind from the last time she explored one of these ruins, her first time ever.*\n\n\"Can't we just let whatever's in there deal with it? I-I mean, they... No one will hear or see me coming but...\" *She takes a deep breath and sighs. Come on Ervana! Be brave for once! She tightens her grip on her bow.* \"Let's do this! Just keep in mind, that thing has death written all over it!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Not sure what you've got planned, but I've got a feeling it's gonna involve activating the centurion.\" He says, \"If there's no lever then you'll have to make it angry, in which case you'll wanna be far from out of its sight lines, unless you want to get scalded to death.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"When the Centurion is out or those bandits wrap up with the automatons, then I can run in and finish off what's left. Keep away from the Centurion if you get it moving, you don't want to tangle with a giant made of metal.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana takes off her quiver of arrows, unties the sword, and places them on the stone floor with her bow, don't want to make any noise. Armed with only her dagger, she drops to a crouch, and starts creeping her way towards the centurion.\n\nThe sound of fighting in the distance makes her even more afraid to be going near the monstrosity, yet she continues forward.*\n\n\"Divines protect me! Please don't be active! Please don't be active!\" *She whispers to herself softly. Inch by inch, Ervana can feel her heart beating faster and harder the closer she gets, the metal monster getting bigger and bigger.*\n\n*A loud noise sends Ervana into fight or flight mode. She dives into the shadows next to the arch. Just in time too, as soon as she disappears in the cover of darkness, the centurion activates and begins to spit and sputter to life!*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "**Chthunk Chthunk** The tubes slam back into the gantry, with a loud **KTHOOM** The Centurion steps out of the frame. Steam sprays out of its vents as it charges toward the bandits, knocking one of them clean into a wall. Two Dwarven Ballistae enter the fray, moving to a ledge that sits above the antechamber, firing off bolts at the bandits. All the noise catches the ears of the Falmer, a Nightstalker climbs through one of the pods, along with a handful of plain Falmer, A battle of 3 groups breaks out, the Bandits surrounded."
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Well the centurion's up. Hopefully they kill eachother off,\" He says, \"If the lass gets in any trouble we charge in, yeah? Since we're the reason she's over there.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, we can handle it. Far as I see it there isn't a way for it to go badly. Either we deal with the stragglers, or we die well. Whether a Mer goes to Sovngarde is up for debate, but I say anyone who fights well has earned a place in the Hall of Valor, I could care less for what blood you have.\"\n\n*Behind the golden face plate, Nothwulf smiled. Seems he was an eternal optimist after all, in the face of a difficult fight he was nonchalant and sounded pretty happy with himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana stays in the shadows, frozen in place from fear, her eyes glued to the centurion. If she is spotted, she's a goner for sure! A dagger is no use against something that huge, especially metal.\n\nThe centurion starts towards the sounds that disturbed its slumber. Ervana watches closely, waiting for the right moment to run back to the others.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The 3 groups are trapped in all out combat. None of them are really focused on anything else, the only ones there that *Could* Possibly see Ervana would be the Ballistae, but they're currently firing on the Bandits and Falmer"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I've no desire to end up in Sovngarde when I die.\" He says, \"I doubt there's a place in any afterlife for an old soul such as mine.\" He says. He turns dials on his goggles to allow him to see farther, watching the crowd."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"So be it, I suppose. Not every soul desires eternal feasting and battle. But what makes you say that nothing awaits you in the afterlife? Surely there is a god that would invite you to their domain when you pass on.\"\n\n*He spoke with a little intrigue and confusion, tilting his head a bit at Feldros.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana can hear the two talking about religion. She quickly look back to the battle going on, hoping nothing notices. A Ballistae is standing at the edge of the fight, pointing towards her.*\n\n\"By the Gods, no! AHHHH!\" *She dive rolls from where she stood and out of the way. Luckily, she moves seconds before the Ballistae fires!*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Duty calls.\" He says, he swings his climbing hook in the air, throwing it at the ballista, it hooks onto one of its armor plates. He pulls, hard, dragging the ballista to him, he takes his mace and slams into it, breaking the mechanism that lets it fire"
}
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