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90.833333 | 2023-10-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Then we shall save the talk for later.\"\n\n*Rushing into the battle, Nothwulf held his sword tight as he ran toward one of the Falmer, raising up his sword and bringing it down onto its shoulder. In one swift movement, an arm was rended from its body, and a bleeding stump left behind. Nothwulf then followed up by shoving the injured Falmer toward the crowd as cannon fodder.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana retrieves her weapons. She returns her quiver to her back, draws her bow, and fires. Two falmer drop dead, arrows piercing their hearts.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He tosses his skeevaton toward the centurion, which doesn't notice it. The Skeevaton begins slowly sapping the magicka from the entire crowd, before releasing it in a glorious explosion, destroying a a solid quarter of the combined forces, \"Hahaha!!\" He shouts, before killing one of the bandits with a mace to the head"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Moving on from the Falmer, Nothwulf ran with great speed towards one of the surviving bandits, charging head on with his sword. Initially the bandit managed to dodge out of the way, only for Nothwulf to spin around and hit hard with a swing of his blade. The bandit's decapitated head almost leapt from the neck, landing on the floor with a thud. For a fleeting moment, the severed head blinked with what fading life it had, before falling dead at last.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana places her bow in her back in its clasp, unties the sword, and charges the remaining enemies. She swings the weapon, slicing both a bandit and a falmer across their centers, splitting them in two. Another falmer jumps from a pod behind her, heading straight for her.\n\nLike the Falmer, Ervana's hearing is heightened, she can hear the falmer coming from behind. Just as it was above her, almost within striking distance of its sword, she dive rolls, taking out her bow in the process, and fires arrows. The falmer skids across the ground, dead.*\n\n\"Dirty, blind bastards! Though these things were supposed to be the most intelligent Mer other than the dwarves?\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"That's a debate nobody wants to have.\" He says with a chuckle, destroying a dwemer spider, \"I'd put my money on the Dunmer, personally, but I may be biased.\" The centurion swings down, and Feldros narrowly avoids it, alas he can't avoid the blast of steam, he sighs disappointedly, \"I'm gonna be cleaning condensation from my joints for weeks now!\""
}
] | 87 | 545 |
103.166667 | 2023-10-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"However intelligent they were, they lost their reason and wisdom long ago. Now then, old Honrik... There's a man of cunning!\"\n\n*As he was speaking, Nothwulf was also reversing his grip on the greatsword again, and swinging the heavy pommel into one of the Centurion's legs a few times. In turn, the Centhrion swung its massive bladed arm around to strike him, but Nothwulf miraculously avoided most of it. He still got a knock on the helmet, knocking him back a bit before he recovered.*\n\n\"A solid blow for a machine, but there's no master to tend to your damage anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"I'm inclined to agree with you Feldros. But we can talk after this.\" *She spots an overhanging pipe.* \"Feldros!\" *She points to the pipe.* \"Can your grapple reach that? If so, I can climb the rope and, if we're lucky, I can drop down on top of the centurion and try dismantling it!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I can damn well try.\" He says, moving to an angle where he can actually see the pipe, since looking up isn't an option with his helmet, he begins twirling the grapple, building up momentum, then throws it, it wraps around the pipe, then hooks onto the the rope, keeping itself in place, \"There you go!\" He shouts, \"Honestly shocked it reached.\" He says as he moves back into combat, blacking a blade attack from a sphere"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Let's see if you can deal with this thing quickly! You can do this, Ervana!\"\n\n*Nothwulf's voice ebbed and flowed with sheer confidence and optimism, and to prove a point he once more made use of his sword's pommel, swinging around to continue slamming against the dented armor of the Centurion. With its limbs getting more bent, it was moving slower, but no less dangerous. And then, it unleashed a blast of steam on Nothwulf, pushing him back.*\n\n\"Ah! Nothing I can't handle, you oversized hunk of metal!\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"Keep it distracted you two!\" *Ervana runs to the rope and begins her climb. With ease, she makes it up the rope and balances herself upon the pipe.\n\nShe creeps around until she is right above the automation. Carefully she positions herself, preparing to jump. Wait for it. Now!\n\nShe drops right onto its back. Holding on for dear life with one hand, she pulls her dagger out, and plunges it right into an open spot in the middle. Sparks begin to fly from the machine! Ervana quickly leaps off and runs for cover!*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"On it!\" He shouts, he swings his mace at the centurions leg, it starts rattling, steam spewing out of the gaps in the centurions head, \"That's probably not good,\" He starts walking backwards, moving faster getting away from the centurion, \"Get clear!!\" He shouts"
}
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137.333333 | 2023-10-04 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf, looking up at the steam gusts, landed one final blow against the Centurion with the pommel of his sword, denting the leg even further before turning and breaking into a sprint.*\n\n\"Hah! You know what they say, the bigger they are...\"\n\n*With one large burst of steam, the Centurion slowly leaned forward, until it collapsed on the ground with a resounding thud, shaking the ground. Steam no longer flowed from its parts. The sound of machinery had faded. It was, without a doubt, done for. And Nothwulf was fortunate to have ran then, as he otherwise would've been trapped under its body.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana jumps around with joy!* \"It worked! I didn't think it would but it did! We survived!\"\n\n*She stops suddenly. Her expression changes from joyous to surprise. The realization finally dawning upon the young nord.* \"I survived! I faced a centurion and survived! I didn't run away like a milk drinker!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He laughs, \"Not many can say they did that. Just don't let the pride get to your head.\" He says, taking his pick out of his bag and works on further dismantling the centurion, \"This should get me some good spare parts, as well as a dynamo core.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ah, don't worry about Feldros lass, you did very well. But there's always a time to fight and a time to back off for later victory, keep that in mind at least. Anyways, that takes care of some of the Falmer, but there's bound to be more deeper below, and there's no guarantee they'll be so distracted as these ones.\"\n\n*Nothwulf walked around the area, checking the deceased Falmer and bandits for anything useful. First he came upon the Falmer, and he produced a sharp knife from his boot, cutting the ears off of some of the corpses. Second he came upon the bandits, and there laid the one he had decapitated, the head still laying on its side, eyes wide open and skin pale.*\n\n\"Must've been desperate or cocky to have tried setting up in a Dwemer ruin.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana joins Nothwulf in looting for useful items. She collects a few potions, recollects her arrows, and pockets some gold and lockpicks. She makes sure to leave some for the others.\nWhile looting a bandit, she notices that they were carrying an iron mace!* \"Hey, Feldros!\" *She lifts the mace.* \"Looks like I'm going need a mace mentor. Ha!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Not much to it, really. Unlike the sword the mace is pretty straightforward, it's a stick with a heavy weight on it.\" After cracking the chest chassis open on the centurion he pulls out its dynamo core, \"For someone like you I'd personally recommend against the mace, it can be pretty messy. Good against armored opponents though, crushes the armor, not much can stop it, even shield struggle against them.\" He continues salvaging from the automatons, grabbing bits and bobs from them, \"Maybe a thrusting sword, like an estoc, or an axe.\" He chuckles, taking some bolts from one of the ballistae, \"Although if we were to stick to your strengths I'd say piercing arrows would do the trick, I even heard some smiths were making arrows imbued with magic. A well place shock arrow could disable a squad of animunculi no problem.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Just about anything with a sharp point or a good amount of weight can work well against armor. Spears, war picks, arrows, maces, warhammers, the point of a sword, even something as simple as the pommel of a sword can be effective. Put enough strength and weight behind something and it'll break through armor and shields like a hot knife through butter. Maces and other weapons that amount to a handle with a weight on the end are simple, but work wonders. Armored or not, getting hit with a hammer or mace is going to *Hurt*. Swords and such, on the other hand, require a bit more finesse. Not the best against armor aside from the point, but they work beautifully against anything without metal armor. A good swing can be devastating if it hits flesh or hide, and if you keep the edge sharp. Personally, I have always favored heavy weapons, but a good bow and arrow will work just fine in your hands.\"\n\n*Nothwulf spoke of weaponry with enthusiasm, clearly well versed on the subject himself what with being a knight. He rummaged a gauntlet-clad hand through the pockets of one of the dead bandits, uncovering a handful of golden coins.*\n\n\"At least these funds can be put to good use now that they're in the hands of another. Whenever you both are ready, we may proceed further. There are still other things within these halls.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"Hmm, never realized much of what went into weaponry. I just usually use a bow and arrow, mostly for hunting. Well, that and I'm usually in a place where I can hide so I'm not in close combat.\" *She looks around the area for more treasures. Noticing a hall to the left and two doors to the right.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"A great way to win a fight is to not start one in the first place.\" He says, grunting loudly as he rips a plate off of one of the arms of a sphere, he sets a tool bag next to him, disassembling the arm piece by piece, then taking one, shockingly small part, then leaving the rest on the ground. He grabs his climbing hook and returns his belongings to his bag, \"I will say that I recommend against swinging your sword at metal. Thrust instead, slashing at metal won't do much, save for dulling your blade faster than normal use.\""
}
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74.857143 | 2023-10-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"A pity then that these folks weren't keen to negotiate or reason. Reymon Ebonarm may be the god of war, but he does not seek it out. He seeks peace. But he shall fight if he must. And so will I.\"\n\n*Looking around the room, Nothwulf began walking over to the doors on the right, drawing his greatsword as he stood ready by them.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana stands at the mouth of the hall. She crouches down and listens. The noise of the ruins makes it hard to listen for other troubles ahead, all she can hear is steam and gears from the mechanics that run the ruins power.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He walks forward, \"I probably shouldn't lead, I have a feeling there will be traps ahead, and I have severe tunnel vision.\" He says, \"And I'm not exactly agile.\" He chuckles, \"I doubt those bandits could've surrendered to us, seeing as they were a bit to busy getting slaughtered on two fronts.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"As I said, unfortunate. But we must continue. And I recommend against having me lead... Ervana, it would be best if you took the front. Feldros and I can keep an eye on things from behind. After you, lass.\"\n\n*Slowly opening the door he stood next to, Nothwulf gestured for Ervana to head inside, looking to Feldros and doing the same.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana readys an arrow and steps into the room, staying low, she surveys the floor for plates or tripwire. At the far end of the room, in front of yet another door is a pressure plate. To the left is another door, this one is wide open. You can hear more sounds of mechanical parts moving.* \"Sounds like some spiders down that way. And there might be something important on the other side of that door, there's a pressure plate in front of it.\"\n\n*She ruffles through her knapsack and drinks a potion, within seconds she disappears.* \"Wait here, I'm going to see how many there are.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He nods, \"Let's hope the spiders will ignore us, they do that sometimes.\" He says, \"And stay on high alert, there's rarely ever just one trap lying around. The dwemer put them everywhere, didn't want anyone learning their secrets, I'm guessing.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"In the meantime, I have to ask. What is your story, Feldros? You are clearly an intellectual, but what is it that you do? How do you make use of what the Dwemer left behind?\""
}
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72.4 | 2023-10-07 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Take your time, rushing things like that is a spell for disaster.\" He says, \"There's a good chance the spiders will ignore us, as long as we don't trip any security measures.\" He says, then looks to Nothwulf, \"My story is a long one, we don't have time to get into it.\" He continues, \"My body is almost entirely metal, and we'll leave it at that.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"So be it, but hopefully you could give some answers later. And more importantly, perhaps we could get by these contraptions without getting into a battle.\"\n\n*Unless Feldros objected, Nothwulf began to open the door and slowly step through, carefully making his way along.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*A click, and the rope comes undone, the door opens, revealing a dwarven store room. The room is filled with a multitude of items; from jewels to smithing materials!* \"Uh, you two might want to take a look at this!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He steps forward, \"Well I'll be damned.\" He says in an astonished tone, \"I doubt the residents would mind us taking some. Not like they can stop us, I'd scan the room for any unwanted surprises before we get carried away. They like to rig tables with pressure plates, and I really don't want to deal with a spear to the chest.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ha... By Shor, the Order could really use these. But first of course, checking for traps.\"\n\n*Nothwulf began walking around, taking off his helmet so as to avoid restricting his vision while he looked around, scanning the floor and walls and ceiling for anything unusual, anything that might set off a trap, or even be a trap itself like holes for a gust of flame or a sharp pike to appear from.*"
}
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103 | 2023-10-11 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*As Nothwulf was about to move further, he halted. And by the time the fire began to spread out, he had instinctively leapt back, shielding his face with his gauntlet. The flames and heat brushed over his armor, igniting the end of the red tabard he wore. Looking down, he quickly used his hands to extinguish the sparks before they began burning.*\n\n\"Glad you said something when you did, nearly walked right into it! Almost got the tabard, too. Well then, I suppose we should wait until the heat dies down, and make sure that wasn't the only trick hidden inside.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana doesn't take her eyes off the room, watching the flames rage.* \"A room like this is always heavily guarded. I just disabled the rest of the traps.\"\n\n*After a few seconds, the fire finally stops and the room is safe to loot.* \"It was a fire wall, look.\" *She points at the threshold of the door, a row of fire spouts shine in the light. The room itself was untouched by the flames, not even the walls had any char!*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Clever.\" He says, \"If I were a betting man I'd say they have the flames hitting a spot on the ceiling just out of our view.\" He says, \"I'll take point. A little heat won't do much to me,\" He turns to Ervana, \"I can only assume they also have it locked. Think you can get it open for me?\""
}
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108.5 | 2023-10-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Picking locks isn't my specialty, so if you don't have any luck lass, I could give wrestling it open a shot. Suppose I might as well grab some of what isn't nailed down while you give the lock a go. If they aren't also rigged to set me on fire, that is.\"\n\n*Nothwulf began cautiously approaching one of the nearby Dwemer metal shelves, maintaining a fair distance and merely looking it up and down, leaning in a bit to get a look at whatever they held- solid ingots of Dwemer metal, and something that caught his eye. A crossbow. Dwemer craftsmanship, and what looked like a few bolts laying next to it.*\n\n\"Interesting... I was not aware the Dwemer made crossbows.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*She quickly does the lock.* \"That one was a piece of cake! After the fire wall the other traps aren't a threat, ha.\"\n\n*She turns around and begins looting, putting items into her knapsack.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Step back.\" He says, stepping into the caged room, gouts of fire blast at him. \"Yeah, that's hot.\" He says walking through the flames. He inspects the table, checking for any pressure plates, *Thankfully* There aren't any. He takes a sack out of his bag and clears the table of any valuables. He then casts a telekinesis spell, floating the bag out of the room. Then follows, getting blasted with fire again, \"I don't recommend doing that. It's quite intense.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf, meanwhile, was taking his fair share of what was on the shelves, at least what he could fit into his bags. And of course, he also picked up the Dwarven crossbow and the adjacent bolts, shifting it around with his hands and looking it over.*\n\n\"This could be an interesting battle implement... Now then, what have we got here?\"\n\n*Nothwulf walked over to one of the other shelves, scraping off some of the valuables that were on it- more Dwemer metal, jewelry and gems, and even a couple soul gems.*"
}
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50.25 | 2023-12-08 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Couldn't agree more.\"\n\n*Nothwulf threw his helm back on and began following Feldros, flipping his sword around until he held it by the grip again.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana creeps down the hall. She notices that the hall splits off and opens into a cave on the right.* \"Another Falmer infested den, no doubt.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Suppose that's why *You're* Here, Knight.\" He says, \"You two be careful, they're known for their poison. Breed bugs to milk for their venom, and even sick them like hounds.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Nasty little bastards. And I've heard enough stories of Falmer pouring from the walls to know they're tricky. Fortunately bug shells only hold so well against solid ebony. And as offputting as they are, they can still feel fear.\"\n\n*The ebony-clad knight readied his greatsword in a defensive stance, advancing slowly beside Ervana toward the opening without stepping too close.*"
}
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56 | 2023-12-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"Anyone who wants to go down there, be my guest. Nasty creatures the falmer raise like cattle.\" *She steps away from the cave opening.*\n\n\"I rather get lost in this maze of a ruin, then fight off those bastards.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Well I've got the sneaking suspicion that the rest of the Dwemer ruin is through the Falmer's home.\" He says, pointing to the gilded rubble around the cavern, \"A cave in, I'm guessing. The automata don't work that fast, so the Falmer were able to move in.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"They swarm like beasts, and given how far they've fallen from grace it's a mercy killing at this point. Heard tales of those old snow elves. Long since dead, and reduced to those things. But at least they're no more witty than a troll.\""
}
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44.2 | 2023-12-14 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Let's get a move on.\"\n\n*Nothwulf advanced further down the cave ahead of the others, brandishing his sword and ready to swing at a moment's notice.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"I'm quite the marksman, and pretty stealthy. I can cover the both of you.\" *She grabs her bow, jumps up onto a rocky, narrow ledge of the cave wall, and disappears in the darkness of the shadows.* \"I have plenty of extra potions if you two run out.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I won't need any.\" He says, the cavern was suspiciously empty, save for a few Falmer pods strewn about, prime spot for an ambush, \"I don't trust this.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Neither do I... Crafty bastards. Let's see here.\"\n\n*Nothwulf reached down, grabbing a hefty rock off the cave floor with one hand. With the reeling of his arm, he threw it with great force towards the furthest cave wall from where they'd come.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana draws her bow. She focuses her attention and aim at the far wall.* \"Where are they?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As if on cue a small group of Falmer hop out of the pods and fire on where the rock landed"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He sighs, \"Great, looks like I'm gonna be the one drawing them out.\" He says, stepping forward, his heavy footsteps garnering the attention of the Falmer. They fire at him, some arrows piercing metal, others merely splintering on impact. \"That's gonna take forever to repair.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Ha, that wasn't too hard!\"\n\n*Nothwulf quickly rushed the briefly distracted Falmer with his greatsword, making a single broad swing toward one of them, aiming to cut through its torso.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana dips arrows in poison and fires them at the falmer. She watches as they drop like flies.* \"Back to the pits of Oblivion with you!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"You're not the one being fired upon!\" He shouts back to Nothwulf, fighting off the Falmer grunts attacking him in melee, they struggled to actually harm him, although some of the arrows managed to mess with his joints, slowing his movement"
}
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69 | 2023-12-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*With one of the Falmer now cut in two by his greatsword, Nothwulf looked to the ones attacking Feldros. He rushed towards them with his sword and abruptly let out a war cry.* \n\n\"FALL BEFORE ME, WRETCHED MONGRELS!\"\n\n*Despite his jolly attitude, it was incredibly loud. And above all, it was magically terrifying for all who heard it.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"TALOS AND NOCTURNAL PROTECT ME!\" *Ervana leaps from her ledge, switching her bow for her dagger and sword. She lands on the closest Falmer, plunging the blades into its flesh.*\n\n*Once the falmer plummets, she leaps from shadow to shadow, slicing through the horde.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"You two are... Really getting into it, huh.\" He says. He pauses a moment, then his body is wrapped in flame, the Falmer around him catch fire, dropping like moths to flame (haha get it), \"Such disorder, it makes me sick.\""
}
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84.666667 | 2023-12-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana's head screamed only one single thought. Do not die. She didn't hear anything the two said. Blinded and consumed but fear, she just kept killing falmer. Once the last one dropped dead, she wiped her face and looked up. Nothing but fear filled her eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Well now that that's done.\" He says, wiping gore off his armor and pulling arrows out of his chassis, \"I'll be a bit... Sluggish for a bit. Thankfully my head's fine, their poison does nothing to metal.\" \n\nThere were some Chaurus in the distance, moving closer, it would take some time for them to get close, though."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Yes, but I must ask... Ervana. Perhaps you can explain why you beckoned to Nocturnal for protection. The so-called patron of burglars and thieves. Perhaps you are unaware of what my order deals with, what it stands against.\"\n\n*Nothwulf looked around to spot the distant Chaurus, and he readied his blade once more, swinging it before coming to a halt. The momentum and the weight of the blood and viscera on the sword caused it to shake off, spattering on the ground. At least for now, it looked cleaner.*"
}
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99 | 2024-01-04 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf looked to Feldros, and then over to Ervana again, and back to Feldros. The sound of sighing could be heard through his helm.*\n\n\"Aye. I will refrain from action while we are still down here, but once we see the sky, we will speak of this again. Now then, there still remain the chaurus and the Falmer, and I intend to finish my duty.\"\n\n*Nothwulf walked past Feldros in the direction of the approaching Chaurus, gripping his greatsword and taking on a defensive posture.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana trembles, holding on to the back of Feldros, slightly crouched down. Her eyes are closed for she is afraid of what might happen.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He shakes his head, mumbling something about 'Disorder', \"Eyes up, lass, there's still work to be done.\" He slyly passes her an invisibility potion, whispering, \"If it comes down to it, use it and get away.\" Intending her to take it if Nothwulf gets violent towards them. He steps forward, mace in hand, \"Gonna be finding chitin in my gears for months.\"\n\nThe bugs were closer now, close enough to get a proper count on them. There were 5 Chitterlings, 3 Regular, 2 Reapers, and 3 Hunters. The Chitterlings were closest, but they'd be no issue"
}
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57.833333 | 2024-01-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*With the strength of his leg and the weight of his boot, Nothwulf crushed one of the chitterlings beneath his foot. With his sword, he drove the point through a second, and yanked it out to behead a third one in only a few quick movements.*\n\n\"Disgusting creatures.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"Thank you.\" *Ervana whispers to Feldros. She begins to loot some of the falmer. \"Wonder how much further we have to go.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"I hope not far. This isn't the kind of place I want to run repairs.\" He says, Smashing a chitterling with his mace, then throwing another at a wall.\n\nThe chitterlings were dead, but now the rest have caught up, Hunters in the front, reapers in the back. The Reapers and plain chaurus begin spitting poison, while the hunters mob Nothwulf"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The attacks of the hunters barely scratched Nothwulf's thick ebony armor, while the poison only collected on the surface instead of immediately reaching skin. He responded by shoving away the hunters with his shoulder and preparing his greatsword, attempting to cleave through the three flying insects with one broad swing.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana finishing looting and starts firing her collected arrows at the remaining enemies.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He makes his way over to the Chaurus, slamming his mace into one and stabbing the other with his buckler\n\nThe 2 of the hunters go down from the swing, but the other manages to dodge, only to get pierced by one of Ervana's arrows. One of her arrows manages to strike a Chaurus in the head, while the others only superficially pierce the Reapers' chitin"
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf rushed toward the reapers attempting to catch one of them with a diagonal cleave toward the head with his greatsword, following up with a quick thrust toward the other Reaper's body.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana is surrounded by the rest of the chitterlings and regular chaurus. She swings her blade slashing them down.* \"Foul creatures!\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He smashes another Chaurus, kicking a reaper and stabbing it in the underside of its head with his buckler\n\nThe other reaper goes down fast, the sword gliding through the chitin\n\nThe chitterlings would be no problem, due to their size and relatively soft chitin, the chaurus would be a bit harder, and gets a bite in"
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Neither did their poison nor their mandibles breach my armor, so I do not need any aid right now. I will be fine for the time being.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana stands up and realizes she was hit. Her side wet with poison from a Charus.* \"Well that's not good.\"\n\n*She drops, the poison taking effect over her small stature quickly. A small wound is visible around the poisoned area. The Charus's mandible managed to slice her side.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He sighs, he'd run if he was able but his joints were messed up, \"Here, take this.\" He says, handing her a bottle of Cure Poison, \"Should help with the poison.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Indeed... But there is still the matter of your prayer to Nocturnal, Ervana. I must ask that you come with me until we can sort things out with you. Feldros, you need not involve yourself in this. My order only concerns itself with the Daedra. Please, do not be hesitant. I will not harm you if I don't have to, and I would prefer to avoid violence.\"\n\n*Nothwulf looked dead on to Ervana, peering through the slits in his helm. He didn't move too much, but he was clearly focused on her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana freezes where she stands near Feldros. What should she say or do? This guy will clearly harm or arrest her for her beliefs. She knows what happens to Talos worshippers when they cross paths with Thalmor, will the same thing happen here?*\n\n*She takes a step closer towards Feldros.* \"Um... Sh-shouldn't we worry about getting out of here first?\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "The visceral sound continues, up until Nothwulf threatens Ervana. He stands up, \"There's no need for that, Knight.\" He says, despite his face being covered you can feel the cold glare coming from him. \"Order must be kept, the scales are balanced, by harming her you will tip the scales the wrong way.\" He says, \"And I will not stand for that.\" The grip he has on his mace tightens, \"The lass is right, we should leave and get on with our lives.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf's helm turned slowly to face Feldros. It seemed he was returning the cold glare, and the jolly demeanor was faded.*\n\n\"Feldros. I have a duty to my order, and to Ebonarm. Most daedra stand against mortals, bringing chaos, conflict, unnatural events. Ebonarm may be the God of War, but he is no warmonger. Listen to reason. Ervana will not be harmed, only spoken to. Stay your weapon, and I shall stay mine. Raise your weapon, and I will raise mine. Neither of us want this fight.\"\n\n*It was unusual, perhaps slightly disturbing, how calm Nothwulf's voice was. Tensions were raising, but he remained controlled. Yet his hand moved to his greatsword, preparing for whatever happened next.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana can feels the tension rising. These two were about to fight and it was all because of her. This is exactly why she prefers the safety of the shadows and vegetation of Tamriel's wilds.\n\nShe steps behind Feldros and put her hand on his shoulder.* \"Unhand your mace my friend, and you your sword.\"\n\n*She sighs deeply before continuing to speak.* \"This won't be solved until I come clean.\"\n\n*Ervana turns and looks Nothwulf in the eyes.* \"Yes. I worship not only the Aedra, Talos, but I also worship the Deadric Prince, Nocturnal. I understand many Deadra are seen as evil, but Nocturnal isn't. Many thieves may worship her but I only call upon the lady of shadows to aid me in battle or protection. As you may have noticed, once I enter the shadows, I completely disappear.\"\n\n*To prove her point, Ervana backs into the closest shadowy corner and disappears. Only to reappear moments later from the shadows on the other side of clearing.* \"It's as if she allows me to use them as portals to teleport away from danger.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "\"Yes, I know about the tenets of your God, Knight.\" He says, his voice calm and determined, \"She has not committed any crime, nor has she sinned against you, yet you'd arrest her for her choice in worship.\" He stands firm, hooking his mace into a loop fashioned into his belt, \"You'd have to arrest both of us. For I worship daedra of my own. Jyggalag and Peryite, the Lords of Order. You are picking a fight you cannot win, so if I were you I would let us leave in peace.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Victory or defeat, I will not falter in my loyalty.\"\n\n*Nothwulf broke into a charge towards Feldros, drawing his greatsword by the blade and hefting it in his hands. As he drew closer, he moved as if to swing, only to attempt to knock Feldros down by shoving his foot into his torso.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*The sudden fighting causes Ervana to panick! Quickly thinking, she pulls out one of her weakest paralysis poisons, dips two arrows, and fires them at the fight men. The poison takes effect and their movements slow to a stop.* \"I'm so sorry for shooting both of you but there is no need to fight! It will wear of in a few seconds, but remember, Talos worshippers are dealing with this exact problem by the Thalmor! Why can't we all just accept each other's beliefs and move on!\"\n\n*While paralyzed, Ervana disarms both of them, gathers her own weaponry, and places them a safe distance away. Once she returns to the guys on the ground, she sits down between them.* \"Okay, you should be able to start moving now. Slowly, or you might pull a muscle. No one is getting their weapons back until we talk this out like civil men and mer.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He takes a strong stance, preventing the kick from properly knocking him down. Lucky for him the only part of him that can be effected by poison is his head, so the poison has no effect, \"Not sure why you fired at me. I didn't do anything.\" He says, slapping her hand before she can take his mace, \"Drink the potion I gave you if he tries anything again.\" He picks up Nothwulf's blade, placing his hands in the center of the blade, ready to break it in half, \"Listen to the lass. I am more than happy to work out our differences, Knight.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf rose to his feet, still donned in his armor, but now lacking his weapon. Which was, of course, in Feldros' hands.*\n\n\"...Very well. You want to leave, no? Then all I ask is my weapon back, and I will not stop you.\"\n\n*He still seemed somewhat calm, but it wasn't hard to tell he was irritated by the loss. Lost pride hurts like hell, as it turns out.*"
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{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana waits from the guys to gather themselves.* \"Nothwulf, I am not a threat to your order. I understand the dangers of the Deadra. Even so, Nocturnal has done me no wrong nor to those around me.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He throws Nothwulf's blade to the ground in front of him, \"For the sake of your pride don't try anything. I doubt your sword could survive a fight with me.\" He says, not in a mocking tone, but a more respectful one."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf picked up his sword, looked over to Feldros, and nodded. An acknowledgement of what he was trying to say. He sheathed it again and gestured towards the way out with his helm.*\n\n\"...My apologies for my attitude. It is easy for me to be blinded by duty. But my work here is done, the Falmer won't be a problem anymore. And for what it's worth, you both fight well.\""
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "*Ervana outstretches her hand to shake the others.* \"After we leave this blasted ruins, I plan to sell some of my loot in the city.\""
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He shakes her hand, \"I plan on repairing this damage.\" He says with a chuckle, \"You don't fight so bad yourself, knight.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*It couldn't be seen through the helm, but it seemed that Nothwulf had calmed down once again. He could have been smiling underneath the golden faceplate, but it wasn't visible, though he shook Ervana's hand.*\n\n\"Then I shall make my leave. Perhaps we will meet again one day, under better circumstances. Farewell, Ervana and Feldros.\"\n\n*With that, he looked to the direction of the light and began to walk away, his heavy boots clanging against stone and pressing against loose dirt.*"
},
{
"author": "Ervana Hideshield",
"message": "\"Fare ye well knight!\" *She turns to Feldros.* \"Guess this is goodbye? Thank you again for standing by my side!\" *A rare gesture, Ervana flashes a smile, showing the trust she has for the elf.*"
},
{
"author": "Feldros gro-Redoran",
"message": "He places his fist at his chest, a salute, \"I do what I can to maintain order.\" He says, \"May Peryite grant you good health.\" Starts walking toward the exit of the cave, \"If you ever need anything seek me out.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Outside the caverns, Nothwulf once again found his steed, still waiting nearby and grazing on what grass was able to grow in the Reach. It visibly reacted trotting over to him- next to the horse, he was just a bit taller than it.*\n\n\"Ah, Harald... It is good to see you are well. Come. Let us return home.*\n\n*Nothwulf hoisted himself onto Harald's back, settling into the saddle and gripping the reins. With a quick flick of the cords, the horse began walking, slowly speeding up as it moved further and further from the caves.*"
},
{
"author": "katb.01",
"message": "I really enjoyed this story"
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{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "*Just along the road of Karthwasten, a carriage halted abruptly. A man could be seen getting thrown off the bed of the wagon, along with numerous bags and contraptions. He hit the cobblestone, the impact leaving his gloves scuffed from the minor collision.*\n\n*As his various possessions were scattered around him, he hissed in displeasure, watching as the items within the cases collapse onto the ground. He got to his feet, pausing to dust himself off. He sent a scorching glare towards the coachman.* \"Oi, seriously?\" *He called out in disbelief,* \"Because I forgot to mention I lack a few mere septims, that gives you the right to throw me out of your wagon?!\" *Robin casted a downwards glance to the pair of goggles that had fallen off his head and he hurried to pick them from the road. He grimaced and motioned to clear off the lens, focusing his agitation towards the dirtied lenses.* \"The nerve of some people..\" *He grumbled, his thumb grazing the glass lens carefully.* \"They think just because I'm some *Renowned* Inventor, I must have my pockets loaded with riches—!\" *The Bosmer continued to ramble, not minding how childish he appeared with his plethora of complaints. And with his attention diverted elsewhere, he failed to notice the carriage's departure until it was too late.* \"For Herma-Mora's sake!\" *With a dramatic groan, he fell back onto his largest bag, choosing to rest there until he could conjure up an idea upon what to do.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Amidst the sounds of nature and of the slowly fading clatter of the carriage wheels, there came a different sound. A sort of scraping, or a metallic rattling, like tapping against solid rock with an iron rod. It seemed to echo from somewhere nearby, and from further down the road the rattling and clattering became louder, and louder, until a shape became visible. A large thing with many legs skittering on the cobbled path. Another figure over it, briefly giving the appearance of some man and insect hybrid. But it soon became apparent that it wasn't the case. It was a large insect, about the size of a horse, covered in a metal akin to bronze or gold, but distinct from both. The figure riding the creature wore armor of similar metal, but they also adorned it with a white robe, hefting a glaive and tower shield, more in a readied position than an aggressive one.*"
},
{
"author": "Arvethil Morvayn",
"message": "*The armored figure put aside the shield for a moment, placing a hand onto the metal-clad creature's back and patting it in a very friendly manner.*"
},
{
"author": "Robin Willowthorn",
"message": "*Hearing the distinct sound of the approaching figure, or rather, what the Bosmer had believed to be that of several men, he pushed himself into a sitting position. His ears twitched, and his eyes surveyed the road ahead of him. His brows furrowed and he glanced behind himself, unsure of what it could be approaching. Except as he turned his head the second time, his eyes widened into initial shock upon seeing the insect creature, paying little notice to that of the silhouette sitting upon it.*\n\n*His heart raced with a newfound feeling of anxiousness and he immediately casted his head downward, acting hastily to gather his scattered things. Except that was it, there were many, many things of different shapes and calibers— ranging from tools, scraps of metal, workshop equipment, canvases— everything he could possibly possess in a messy assortment along the path. As the creature and the stranger neared, Robin managed to collect that of his tools by then. Hushed and incoherent words were murmured under his breath as he found himself in yet, another predicament. He opted on ignoring the man, seeing how docile he and his..* *Pet,* *Or whatever may have you, seemed.*"
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{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Within the highlands of the Reach, a small camp had been formed within a rocky and secure environment that offered decent cover for its inhabitant. The camp itself was small and possessed the simple foundation for a campfire and a lone bedroll placed in the shade of a stone. A leather sack and other small wilderness supplies were placed upon one of the stones while their owned sat not too far away on the ground with his legs crossed and his focus placed upon a wooden stick he was shaving.\n\nGreggor's eyes rested upon the stick as his carving knife cut off piece after piece to thin it out to forge the foundation for a arrow. Leather strips and sharpened stone were next to him as he worked as he already had a good six or seven arrows made so far with more to come. \n\nIt was a quiet day to say the least for Greggor as he was spending it preparing for his next hunt and sorting out his equipment. He will most likely need to venture out to search for prey before the sun sets. He has a few preserved saved for use but having a fresh kill to cook up tonight did not sound bad at all for the Reachman."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "The hefty knight was pulling somebody behind him. A man bound by rope and a sack over her head. The man seemed to be wearing worn down armor.\n\n\"Where are we going this isn't the main road!\" The man's gruffy voice called out.\n\nSiegwind turned to the man.\n\"It's been a long road, and so many inclines. I think it is time we rest. Markarth is only a day away. No need to worry we'll have dinner here soon... That's if you're on your best behaviors.\" He told the bandit.\n\nHe would then push him onto the ground and tie him to a tree.\n\n\"You fat bastard... Come on let me go. How about I'll tell you about this secrete stash! All the money! Think of all of the food!\" He called out.\n\nSiegwind dusted his hands off.\n\"My my... That does sound tempting... But the only thing I seek here is justice. Not the money. You murdered that poor man. Now you must pay the price... Sorry friend.\" He patted him on the shoulder.\n\nSiegwind would then find a stump, laying down his greatsword and his round iron shield next to him. He would take a seat and rest.\n\n\"After I rest, I will work on our camp. Best be good otherwise you'll only be having bread for dinner.\" He looked over."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Not far from his position was a camp. One could hear the commotion from it's position."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "The commotion would not be hard to hear as the sounds of the two men arguing and debating would reach Greggor's ears. The Reachman was forced to raise his head from his work to focus on the sounds as he realized he was not alone out here. Greggor would remain silent as he placed his project to the side before going to reach for his bow and arrows. Perhaps it was simply travelers coming through but he knew there was the possibility of bandits or rogue Forsworn.\n\nGreggor would depart from his camp and go prone upon the ground as he moved with his bow and quiver towards the sounds of chatter. If was indeed just travelers, he may need to pick up camp and find somewhere else to camp out for the night. It was far too risky to have strangers as neighbors here in the Reach."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Whatever the case is, hush now and let me think. I need a nap before we make camp. I just need to think about the soup we're going to have...\" Siegwind crossed his arms and leaned back. \n\n\"H-hey! What about me!?\" He yelled.\n\nSiegwind soon feel asleep and began snoring, his snores echoing in his helmet.\n\n\"By the Gods... I hate it here...\" The bandit muffled and put his head down."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Continuing his silent approach, Greggor would keep his distance as he looked at the two strangers and their little piece of the wilderness. His eyes scanned the large man in his thick armor and the disgruntled bandit tied up like a calf ready for branding. The Breton could not help but scowl at the hideous sounds the Knight produced. Fool was probably alerting every living thing in a five mile radius."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He continued to snore, it would appear that he may be napping for a little while.\n\nThe bandit had his head down, mumbling swears and other words.\n\"Should have jumped in that damned river. I feel like this is a sick joke or something...\" He mumbled."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Greggor would continue to listen to the bandit swear and whine to himself with little sympathy offered on the Reachman's part. Greggor knew for a fact though these two were sitting ducks if someone or something got the jump on them. It will most likely be nature's way of telling them never to let their guard down and while Greggor would fully embrace such a thing, he supposed he would provide some indirect assistance until the big lug awakens.\n\nCrawling away from the stranger's camp, Greggor would make some distance between himself and it but still have it in view. With his bow in hand, he would find a nice spot to position himself to watch over it. The hills of the Reach are unpredictable as beast and man alike are more than ready to pounce on those unaware. Greggor will provide a bit of mercy to the two and watch over them until the big lug awakens."
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Time went by, soon enough movement. A small sqaud began to sneak closer towards the two. One pointed at the bandit leader whom also took a nap while three others began to walk closer and closer towards the peculiar onion shaped knight.\n\nHowever, one crack of a branch and the knight seemed to awake."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah... That was a good nap. Oh, are you here for your friend? Well, I'm afraid he will not be coming with you. This is your one chance to leave here with your lives, I suggest you take it.\" He yawned and stretched."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The bandits looked at each other and nodded. Rasing thier weapons while one began to cut the binds of their leader."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Bah you fools! I gave you a chance to run away!\" Siegwined yelled in a disappointed tone.\n\nThe first bandit charged and he would block his attack with his armor, the knight would then with a heavy overhead cleave would cut deep into the shoulder of the bandit, through meat and bone. The bandit screamed before going limp and the knight would kick the bandit off of his sword.\n\n\"Come then! Let us fight!\" He yelled at the other bandits."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Greggor observed the start of the altercation with him feeling impressed by the pudgy knight. He was brave to say the least and his armor could take quite the beating. He was ready for battle which the Reachman could respect. Nevertheless, Greggor readied his bow loaded a arrow to open fire.\n\nHe would stay at his vantage point as he let loose one of his arrows towards one of the bandits, particularly the one attempting to release their leader."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The arrow whizzed in the air.\n\n\"Took you bastards long enough...\" The leader chuckled as he got his bag removed.\n\n\"Yeah yeah, we got you boss just need to-\" Before he could finish the arrow went through the back of his head and he went limp.\n\n\"What the?! I thought he was alone! Find that damned archer!\" One of them yelled.\n\nTwo remained on Siegwind.\n\nOne would charge with a spear to try to pierce his armor."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "With quick thinking, Siegwind raised his small metal shield and blocked the charge. It staggered the bandit whom would be nearly chopped in half with a heavy cleave."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The other bandit would flank Siegwind, managing to strike in his side, blood began to slowly pour out of his armor."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah! Lucky hit! My turn!\" He yelled.\n\nWith a heavy spin, the cleave would send the bandit's head flying, bouncing off into the cliffs below."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "5 bandits remain, including the leader."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Greggor would prepare another arrow as he looked for the closest Bandit so he can make sure they don't clear the distance between him and them. The next arrow he prepared was barbed with thorns along its shaft intended for cutting them up from the inside. A lovely little technique his tribe passed down to him with Greggor gladly continuing its deadly use. Soon, he would let his arrow fly and find its target."
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The arrow flew in the air. Hitting a bandit in the back of the neck, but with that next kill a bandit would point at his direction.\n\n\" He's over there! Cover!\" He yelled.\n\nSoon the bandits took cover behind trees.\n\nAs for Siegwind, he only had one bandit left. Whom saw his allies get chopped down."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He pointed his sword.\n\"You may run, I'm only here for your boss. It would be wise.\" He gave him another chance.\n\nThe bandit looked around and turned tails and ran away.\n\n\"Fffffuck this!\" He swore and ran off."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "4 Bandits remain including the leader."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "With the bandits beginning to be put on the run or forced into cover, Greggor would begin to make his advance closer to the camp. He would try to find the right angle against the bandits who have rushed to cover behind the trees but it was clear they were bunkering in for the worse. Greggor would put his bow away and draw his steel dagger which he held in his right hand while he held an arrow in his left.\n\nBy this time, Siegfried would of probably noticed by now a unknown ally was assisting him and could probably see him in the distance starting his approach. The clear elk antlers that protruded from the man's helmet could be seen."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"Sorry boss! You're on your own!\" The two bandits looked at him. They would soon run, fleeing into the forest to make their retreat.\n\n\"Hey!\" He cried in betrayal.\n\n\"Don't leave me! Come back here you lousy milk drinkers!\" He yelled again."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "A bit our of breath, he would soon clean off his sword before resting it on his shoulders. Noticing the man with antlers in the distance. He would wave him over.\n\n\"Thank you friend! I grateful for your assistance! Let us meet so I can reward you for your aid!\" He waved over and began to approach the man."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Once the mist of the battle cleared and Greggor saw his enemies flee for their own miserable lives, the Reachman would soon have his attention pointed towards the Onion shaped man who was waving at him. While hesitant at first, Greggor supposed he should at least offer the man a chance to see who exactly assisted him.\n\nGreggor would begin to make his approach with him soon being in clear sight of Siegfried. The knight would see the leather and fur tribal attire that Greggor wore and the various thorns hanging from his attire. It would become clear to both him and his bandit captive that Greggor was a Reachman. Whether he was forsworn or one who has not submitted to civilization yet awaits to be seen as he would soon be within ten feet of the knight.\n\nGreggor, to break the ice, would simply raise his hand as a form of greeting while his dagger was still held within it."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah, you must be that marksman. Excellent shooting. I had it handled but I more than appreciate your help. I knew they were coming, so I played as bait. Haha.\" He gave a chuckle.\n\n\"I am Siegwind.\" He offered a handshake towards the man."
},
{
"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Greggor looked at the extended hand from the Knight as he would move to sheeve his dagger so he could slowly grasp it to shake it. With a clear of his throat and a brief moment to think of what to say in the common Tamrielic tongue, Greggor would speak. *\"Greggor.\"* He simply said as he shook the Knight's hand. \n\n*\"The Reach is a dangerous place. Dangerous for one hauling around extra baggage.\"* Greggor says gesturing to the bandit."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"I usually travel alone, but this man here has a bounty. The Jarl of Markarth seeks his him alive or dead. I choose alive, bringing him dead won't be as rewarding as alive. He's been good company, enjoys my soup and calls me all sorts of... How should I say... Creative names? Yes.\" He explained.\n\n\"Oh my, I've almost forgotten. How shall I reward you? I have some gold I can spare, some spare items I can give you... Uh... Potions! Or I can make you dinner.\" He looked through his bag."
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"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"Besides him being a stupid... Piece of Horker Lard... I've never had anything that good for a while...\" The Bandit sighed, agreeing that well... We'll... Siegwind was a good cook."
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"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "Greggor would simply shake his head as he spoke. *\"I do not desire a reward. Simply preforming what you would call a form of 'civic duty'. A warm meal though may be welcoming.\"*"
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"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah dinner it is. I will make my favorite. Beef soup, I got some preserved meat here and all I need. Just need a hot fire and time... He good to eat a good meal. The only thing to do after a battle. Hahaha.\" He let out a laugh."
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"author": "Greggor Bron",
"message": "The Reachman remained silent as he lets the Knight do what was needed to prepare this meal. He would approach the camp more, upholding a light layer of caution simply for his own protection before going to dispose of the recently killed bandits who still littered the ground."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira\n\nThe morning sun broke over the distant mountains as the travel wary witch crunched her boots through the snow. The wandering hedgewitch was already shivering and she hadn't even reached the windy outcrop. Toes painfully numb and fingers burning though wrapped into the sleeves of her black robe. Aodh, the skamp, clung to her back hidden in her hood and gripped at the witch's shoulders like a shivering little sulfurous backpack.\n\nKhaira still felt a compulsion towards the peak before her. The incline was easily doable but she was tired and freezing. She suffered the cold air on her knuckles as she dug into her satchel for a vial. She produced a crude hollow bone with a tundra cotton wax and bit it off. Her hands were shaky as it drew the hollow tube towards her lips. But the sensation of the frost miriam torchbug and purple mountain flower concoction immediately soothed the chills.\n\nWith a renewed vigor the hedge witch marched up the incline. Khaira didn't know what to expect as she neared the camp. She saw the vaporous smoke of the fire rising from over the defilade. The longing for rest and a fire's warmth overrode any worry of hostility. So the black clothed woman climbed on.\n\nKhaira finally reached the last leg of the climb, she could see the peak of the tent from behind the rocks. She could smell the snowberry leaf and flower tea amidst the burning of fresh logs."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida never offered two more little comfortable kisses to her friends before scooting back out if the covers to tend the fire and scout the morning's surroundings. The scent of the tea was soothing as she approached it. As scant as her armor was, the sun, the heat of her wolfish skin and the calmness of the weather made traversing the camp and scoping it's vast vantage far less uncomfortable that the evening prior.\n\nShe watched over the Karth valley south and east, she looked over the rolling shaded Drudachs with patchy snow. She then turned to look at the north approach of their outlook, from the pine treeline to the base of their outcrop.\n\nA dark figure, struggling steadily. A woman in black robes, and... Reach boots...\n\n \"A forsworn assassin?\" She asked herself. She sniffed the air to find a curious trace of putrid sulfer. \"A witch? The matrons sent?\"\n\nAida watched to see the figure slowly, obliviously approach before dashing back to the tent and hammering her hand on the hide of its wall.\n\n\"Mates! A crone is commin! Get yer weapons!\" She demanded rapping on the hide again.\n\nAs Khaira was nearly at the pinnacle of her climb Aida emerved from the defilade and stood with swords in hand.\n\n\"Thats close enough!\" She shouted out. Her muscles tensed and the hair bristled at her neck."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the menace of a Forsworn Ravager in threatening posture. A threat she had avoided for months now, the compulsion to approach fell away from her focus and her clairvoyance was lost. \n\nThe sight of the figure was a rush of confusion. Khaira was totally dumbstruck by the sight. She was beautiful, a beauty that returned Khaira to the sensation of her goddess. As the witch realized it she felt her heart skip a beat. A rush of warmth. Perhaps the adrenaline, perhaps it was panic. She had to calm down and figure out what to do.\n\nBut as her feelings gave way to thought her mind reeled. Trying to figure out if this Ravager knew she was wanted for clan-slaying or not. She wondered if her clairvoyance, if her longing for kin led her to error. Should she reveal herself? Should she present herself as forsworn? Would the ravager know?\n\nStammering for the answer so desperately she found herself delving into the feeling again. The warmth rushed over her as her sight wandered across the forsworn's body. She was gorgeous, fiery red, speckled in warm dots and painted designs. A creeks flow of rippling skin over muscle, postured with certainty. She looked soft and determined. The compulsion to approach the camp returned to her, now stronger than ever.\n\nDark eyes, wide and longing; under the shaded hood. Hesitation made her movements jerk with indecision before the hands pulled the hood back revealing her messy brown hair and black face paint. \n\nA stark black band running from the left eye across the nose then the right. The eyes were pleading with hope. Khaira wore a hawk feather necklace that crow bones dangled from. And Aodh, the cold little scamp shivered from behind the tangled nest of brown hair.\n\n\"I... I mean you no harm. I just... It's freezing out here... I'm not welcome in most places, please, just a few minutes by the fire...\" She pleaded as she offered up both chill pale hands and freckled longing across her face."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida watched, just as worried of a matriarch's tricks finding them out before they even had a chance to try. Her heart hardened her resolve to protect the secret little splinter clan she had formed.\n\nPeering with predator eyes into the hood, seeing the strange wonder in the face, the blush on the cheeks. Her heart wanted to soften, but Aida's need to protect her family wouldn't allow it to.\n\nAs the hood slowly slid back from the nest of hair the crone's face revealed itself to be an image of youth. She saw herself in the wanting, mercy pleading eyes, the soft cheek curve, and the blush much too red to be a chill burn. Aida's heart did begin to thaw. Her own face reddening as she peered at the gentle innocence.\n\nIt was the scamp peeking out from behind the tangles that distracted and surprised her out of wonder.\n\nBranys and Illtyd emerged at last, spooked and bristling, weapons also at the ready. Illtyd with his bow, arrow notched, Branys with her own lax in her hand. They stared the newcomer down as the stranger stuttered through her plea.\n\n\"What in coldhells is that wretched thing?!\" Branys let out aghast at the sight of the cowering skamp.\n\n\"Curse the freaky pet! Who the fuck are you? You aint from the Matriarch are you? From Hag Rock? One of that crow's little chamber cunts?\" His voice was harsh, and accusatory.\n\n\"I don't think so...\" Aida retorted with a calm airy wonder. She found herself more willing to bargain for answers the longer she gazed at the girl. \"Are you?\""
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "The shouting woman with her bow in hand shook Khaira from her Aida adoring gaze abruptly. She was even more surprised by the man's fierceness. But what he accused her of actually instilled trust. But it was Aida's calmer reply that let her anxious shoulders finally relax. Perhaps her clairvoyance did bring her to the right place.\n\nKhaira presented her cold hands to ensure the three she wasn't reaching for anything dangerous. She wrapped an arm over her shoulder to coax the cold scamp out from hiding. And as he clambered out towards her chest she cradled the sulfurous little stinker like a baby. Close to her breast and wrapping him up like a swath in her robe.\n\n\"His name is Aodh, he is my familiar, a scamp from Dagon's realm.\" She presented him to the others before tucking his shivery body back up against her. \"He's harmless... I'm harmless.. Er i mean no harm.\"\n\nShe paused as she looked at the others then sighed.\n\n\"I am definitely not from Hag Rock. I'm from Broken tower, I... Uh... Was at least .. Apprenticed to the coven there. But not anymore.\" She wanted to admit it, she wanted to believe she could possibly have trustworthy friends among her people. She was tired of secrecy, but she simply stayed silent.\n\nThe anxiety rose back up with shrill tension in her neck. Her gaze returned to Aida with hope and need in her watering eyes.\n\n\"Please, we just need a bit of warmth.\""
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida watched as the Skamp was coddled like a baby, and for a half a second she thought the ugly little cretin was something she wanted to hold too.\n\n\"Ok, fine, it's kinda cute.\" Branys let out with a smirk. But Illtyd was not impressed.\n\n\"Whattaya mean *Was*? You graduate to matron? Was there a ceremony, hag?\" He again was accusatory. But Branys shut him up with a sharp elbow.\n\n\"Shut up! That's the one that got scorched remember! The coven was roasted.`` Branys looked back at Khaira apologetically.\n\n\"Good riddance!\" He interjected only to get another elbow to the arm, much harder this time.\n\n\"Shut it Illtyd. She ain't here on their accord, right?\" She offered the opportunity of confirmation to the woman. The skinwalker could see the genuine need for help in the tears welling. She could see the sensitivity of the subject in her grief.\n\n\"Nah, you aint with the wretched witches anymore. Come on, get the uhh thing some fire, we got tea brewed and meals next.\" She sheathed her swords by hooking claw spikes between loops on her waist bands to offer a hand outstretched.\n\nBranys tugged the man back from the rocks dragging him to help prep the space. \"I can't believe you sometimes, she was nearly in tears you fucking cur!\" \n\nAida couldn't help but smirk at the two, now that the tension had settled, and Khaira appeared to be in exile too."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira wanted to smile at Branys' compliment to the scamp. But she was cut short by Illtyd's outburst. Her body instinctively inhaled deeply as she was faced with his accusations again as she closed her eyes and struggled to push away the flashbacks. It was so fresh a wound, less than half a night since she found her parents piked for her consequence. The bickering fell on deaf ears with Khaira.\n\nThe offer from Aida to join them finally brought light out of the darkness. She never felt more compelled before. She practically ran up to take Aida's hand. But the dam holding back the flood of grief gave way. It was almost as if the quake of her steps shook it down and the tears poured out in relief. All the worry and self loathing held inside to save her own life amidst the dangers of this wild Reachland.\n\nKhaira took the hand and felt how warm it was. It was like a heat of life, like reaching into a warm body, like being reached into, warmth of comfort. It heated her entirely and filled her with gracious love. She nearly fell to her knees for it."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "As Illtyd and Branys chattered off to prepare the newcomer's place the skinwalker soon found herself holding the weak legged woman against her as she began crying. Aida hesitantly reached a broad arm to wrap around the witch's shoulder.\n\n\"Oh, Gods... He'll get his for this, count on it.\" Aida offered with an angry but concerned reassurance. She hugged the woman tightly and the Skamp stirred between them trying to see what was happening. Aida's werewolf body heat immediately began to warm the cold tortured creature.\n\n\"I am Aida, Skinwalker of Lost Valley. Illtyd and Branys are from Foragers of Serpent's Bluff.\" A moment of sudden realization struck her \"You must... Be the witch apprentice then. The one the briarhearts blame for the fires of Broken Tower. Uhh... Khaira right? You must've been through a lot. By now all of the reach would have been after you.\" She held the woman for a moment and cradled her head.\n\n\"You're blessed it seems with good luck; you're safe here, your exile makes us kin, in our breaking of ties with these cruel leaders.\" She explained further before momentarily releasing her arms to pass her fur cloak off her own back to give to Khaira. \"Come let us get the two of you some warmth.\"\n\nAida, as much as she knew the girl needed the fire and tea, and cover from the cold; also knew she needed to let it out. And the werewolf felt no less wanting to simply hold the beautiful woman longer. Khaira felt like hope was a fact in her arms."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira couldn't help herself but let out what she had been holding in for days. It poured out like a fallen jug in her eyes. The stark black streaking face paint marking dark trails down her cheeks. She leaned hard into the warm comfort of the skinwalker.\n\nHer heart slowing from the worry and adrenaline wearing off was soothing when in Aida's arms.\n\n\"It.. It wasn't his fault... He's fine\" She said amidst sniffles. Khaira offered her hug back tightly and held it for a minute at least.\n \nThen she nodded, accepting it was time to join the invitation to fire, tea, and rest. She pulled away and wrapped up Aodh before wrapping herself in the cloak. Then she let Aida lead the short way to the fire. As they walked she did her best to wipe the tears away. But they still trickled out, and all she did was smear the sepia paint across her cheeks in dragged smears.\n\nShe tried her best to hide the fact she was crying from the other two as she sat on the fur beside the fire. But it would be impossible to appear ok at this point.\n\nThere was room for Aida beside her, if she wanted. Khaira wanted her too, evident in her gaze never leaving the ravager."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida walked with the woman till she seated herself at the fire. She was a mess, that was clear. Aida made sure she was comfortable before ladling out cups of hot snowberry, and juniper tea. Besides potions, few better drinks kept the chill at bay.\n\nLooking at Khaira it was impossible not to see the strength of a reachman, but also the tragedy. Branys and Illtyd were dumb struck by it. Neither realized how upset the situation had made the girl. Branys sat down with her cup next to Khaira, and Aida read the pleading eyes to join as well. But she sternly looked up at Illtyd and scowled.\n\n\"This is Khaira. Yes, that Khaira, the one they blame for burning up broken tower. For the murder of her coven. I don't care if she did or didn't, I don't want no more interrogations\" She explained to both foragers with a sympathetic and somber tone. Then her eyes shot back at Illtyd. \"And before you say another word about it, apologize!\" She demanded sternly.\n\n\"Then, you're on lookout duty on your own for the day. Just don't go too far. We gotta plan a new campsite before we bail on these wretched monsters running our tribes.\" She demanded further. Illtyd nodded his head accepting his fault.\n\n\"Yer a fine folk by my reckon, and i should'a realized how painful that all had been. I'm sorry Khaira. Truly.\" He finished his tea cup in a gulp and set it down to leave, but before he did he turned around to add; \"If ya need anything I'm yer man.\"\n\nBranys was taken by surprise when the skinwalker identified Khaira. They had gotten all the news regarding her being blamed, being exiled, hunted, her parents on pikes. She embraced the fur cloaked witch tightly.\n\n\"I'm sorry too. These times have been tough, paranoia runs deep. I'm sorry you dealt with what you had. You are welcome with us as long as you want.\" The forager hugged tighter before letting go.\n.\n\nAida however sat thigh to thigh and bumped shoulders onto Khaira's playfully.\n\n\"Aye, you got us now if you aint got nothing.\" She gazed at the teary woman and laid her head against the witch's.\n\"Funny thing, The Lots in Life, that you'd come to us, best we know, were the only family to say enough with the hags. We wanna make split with the Forsworn. Matriarch hegemony is strangling our lives and wasting our warriors. With you we can work out how to do it. How to split...\""
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira was settling into the warmth of the tea as Aida introduced her. She wanted to interject on the matter of Illtyds \"Fault\", but she couldn't think of the words till he was turning to begin his patrols.\n\n\"Y.. You're fine Illtyd, you're not why i was upset.\" She managed to get out. He nodded in acceptance and continued on.\n\nNow Khaira found herself between a warm hug, and the affection of the skinwalker. The witch had rarely found herself surrounded by this much love. Tears dripped again, though they were from a swirl of happiness.\n\n\"Mmm... Umm... What's your plan so far? Where did you expect to go?\" She inquired as she gave the head to head affection to Aida. \"You plan going east, to the Drudach? I guess the farther from the Karth valley the better.\" She took a deep swig of the warm tea and cooed comfortably.\n\nAodh the scamp stirred in her lap. The fire, and fur cloak had finally roused him from the chill he was suffering. He peeked out with his black bulbous eyes, wrinkled bald head and broad perking ears.\n\n\"This is Aida\" Khaira pointed to the woman at her shoulder with a thumb to introduce Aodh. \"And this is Branys, boy. They are friends.\" The scamp sniffed with his stunted little nose to greet both.\n\nThe little creature eyed the two for a short moment before looking at the teacup in Khiara's hand curiously reaching for the aromatic drink. He pulled it quickly to try and drink but spilled much of it on Khiara's lap. Still he got his curious little taste and gagged. \n\n\"Fool, it's made with flowers. We'll get you something to eat soon.\" She explained before turning to the others.\n\n\"You said you had some food to share too? I have some potatoes. But I haven't had an opportunity to feed him a proper cut of goat in a few days.\" She explained, or more requested, though trying not to over expect the offered aid."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida listened to Khiara address their intentions and nodded in affirmation. Then the skamp revealed himself; awake, invigorated and mischievous looking. She watched the creature spill the tea and laughed. She stood to retrieve another ladle full of the floral, leafy liquid for the witch. She then walked to the tent to gather a few cuts of goat and their own vegetables.\n\n\"Can we try to feed him?\" She asks as she cuts three morsel slices of raw goat haunch from one leg. The skamp watched her with anticipation and a chatter of gibberish. As she handed the slices out between the other two women she addressed the plans.\n\n\"We do aim to get into the nook of the mountains, but not too far you see, there's rumors that Drudach redoubt is severed from matriarch rule, albeit they still hold to this brutal rebellion. And it'll be hard to get food in the mountain winter without trade. So...\" She let the two women attempt to feed the scamp first as they thought about the solution."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira nodded her head to let the two feed the skamp as she sipped the fresh cup of tea. She accepted the slice of goat and let Aodh greedily snatch it from her hands. He was clearly hungry and he gnashed into the meat with enthusiasm swallowing down large bites very quickly.\n\n\"Drudach was a group I never met with the Witch coven. But I know of them. The older sisters of my mentor, now hagravens, live just beyond the dwarf bridge. Up the creek's source from Drudach. If ever there was a place to set roots it'd be there. But we'd have to kill the feathered bitches. We'd have to prepare for it.\" Khaira explained cautiously, thinking about the necessary preparations.\n\nThe skamp soon finished his first morsel and wandered over to Branys. His little hands reached to her with greedy grabby fingers and more unintelligible babbling. The creature, however, was clearly making demands of the Forager to give him the goat meat. Before Branys could fully extend the food towards him Aodh would lunge for it and rip it from her offering hands.\n\n\"Aodh!\" Khaira sternly raised her voice catching the skamp with a jolt of attention. \"Be nice!\" She demanded with an even sterner gaze. The skamp exhaled defiantly but as he looked at the witch's eyes he let his shoulders fall in resignation. He swiftly turned back to Branys to offer a quick wave before returning to gobbling at the meat."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida laughed at the Scamp's antics; its intelligence was far more impressive than she had expected. Taking commands, seemingly understanding phrases and words. She sauntered over to hand Aodh the third and final slice.\n\n\"Be nice.\" She stated as the scamp looked up at her. His gaze was slightly confused, untrusting of the command from a stranger. But he took the last morsel gently before gobbling it down as well. He sat and looked around to see if there were more treats with wide pleading eyes.\n\n\"If it is near Druadach redoubt, that will do nicely. Between the four of us two hags should be a challenge but not an impossible one, I might actually get to stretch my limbs and put my curse to use.\" She was thinking in the clouds, the wolf inside wanted freedom and always burned in her conscience to unleash its rage. A dog's incessant barking inside her heart.But she blushed realizing she hadn't explained that to Khaira yet. \n\nAida cleared her throat anxiously as she returned to cutting the goat haunch into human sized portions and setting them on a dish.\n\nA pouch of dry herbs was produced. Elves ear, salt, and dried minced garlic. The chops were sprinkled with the herb. And then also with a pinch of dried conifer needle. The resulting smell was a complex savory smell, and with the pine, it shared an aromatic essence with traditional incense.\n\n\"What will we need to prepare for the assault? We can pack up the tent quickly enough to deliver it the day of. And if it's potions you need to make, Branys and Illtyd are both quite capable foragers. Otherwise we are quite prepared for combat; the three of us.\" She addressed Khaira proudly. Branys offered an affirming, and proud nod; and even an eager smile."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira thought for a moment about the actual preparation she had insisted on. She tried to ignore the suddenly sheepish change in behavior of the gorgeous ravager as she nervously prepared the food for cooking. Which seemed to be thin cuts of grilled goat haunch steak and leeks.\n\n\"Well, yes, potions mostly, something to refresh my magics, something to keep us all warm in the mountain cold. Though the tea seems to do well for that. Something to help heal bad injuries, if I can't myself. And probably most important would be potions to cure diseases. Hag ravens can spread Brain Rot.\" She listed off only a half of the mixtures she had thought up before realizing that was probably plenty enough.\n\n\"Blue mountain flowers, wheat, blisterwort, and impstool. The flowers will be easy, if a farm is nearby we can steal wheat. Any caves should probably have the mushrooms. That'll be for health.\" \n\n\"Cure disease all we need are mudcrab Chitin, I have the hawk feathers on my necklace to help mix that. Then all that's left would beee... Well we have elves' ears. Red mountain flower, or whitecap and mora tapinella mushrooms with the mottled brown cap. Orrr vampires, their dust does much of these mixtures. If we can get as much as we can gather before nightfall, we should do well enough.\" She was getting very excited about the prospect of all this, it was happening so fast."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida and Branys were immediately taken back by the witch rattling off the list of things to get. It was more than any of them could remember at once. Both smiled and looked at each other knowingly. They both recognized the sure-hearted actuality of seeing their goals come to fruition.\n\n\"Ate, we can do some of that. Branys, get Illtyd tell him to get the crab shells. And any mountain flowers he sees. As many of them as he can gather. They grow everywhere. Then you can hunt for hawks, get as many feathers as you can flowers as well.\" The tattooed ravager's face flashed with wild energy as she cast her orders. \"Once you get him bring him back here, the goat'll be ready.\" Branys nodded affirmatively and dashed off to follow the boot step trails left by her dearest Illtyd. Aida then looked at Khaira with a smile and addressed her.\n\n\"The town down below will have to be your task. We have loot to trade with. And hearty goat haunch too. There is a small farm if you feel up to harvesting it a little early. But first the tavern. They sell many of the ingredients you need. Take as much with you as you can, bring as much back as you can.\" She offered the task gently but excitedly as well.\n\n\"And I know just the place for the mushrooms. A cave just in the forest from here. A coven of blood suckers too. I can smell their vile undeath every time the breeze blows from the north. I'll be happy to dig them free of their ashes.\" She was most excited about that; the guttural joy in her voice was a predatory thrill."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira was sat happily with the tea nd nodded her farewell to Branys as she watched the forager leave. Her attention, and that of the skamp's was locked on Aida with fascenation. Her face warmed with the wonder and awe of this mighty woman before her, engaged, encticing, encouraging. Aida was a marvel.\n\n\"Vampires? A whole coven of them? By yourself? Wait atleast until we can get a cure disease potion for you, vampirism is very contagious!\" She offered her concern meekly, she wasn't demanding it more suggesting it, with hopes the ravager would take the suggestion.\n\n\"I should do fine to gather the ingredients. In the town, i wandered through it last night as i came up here. Also i have my mortar and pistle and brewing wares in my satchel. I really could put together a disease potion up before we split up.\" Her eyes narrowd as she thought about it and then they went wide .. You're not.. No you are! A...\" She pondered out the conclusion slowly."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida smirked at the worries of the witch as she rattled off all the risks and problems with fighting vampires. The skinwalker giggled as if to an inside joke tha Khaira wasn't initiated into.\n\n\"It's not that big a deal.\" She assured Khaira as she smugly turned over the goat steaks with a charred stick. She utterly dismissed the worries casually, if not condescendingly.\n\nBut then the witch began to put her thoughts together, stammering through the conclusion.\n\n\"A skinwalker? A blessed of Hircine? A werewolf? Yes, I am. Neither the vampire's illness nor the hagraven's brainrot will affect me. I am immune, and more than capable of handling a small coven of feral whelps. Hircine will enjoy the hunt of such prey.\" She looked out across the forest to the north and bowed to it. \"I hope his watchful eyes enjoy the struggle.\" She offered out as if a prayer, and the forest the altar.\n\nAs she had finished her reverence the other two returned. Illtyd moved quickly to warm back up with the tea, still hot.\n\nAida served up the seared and grilled goat meat onto bowls made of the cranial cavity of skulls. And she placed a leek beside each slice of meat in the dishes. Breakfast was served. \n\nAida handed Khaira the first bowl, and herself the second. Branys qued to collect theirs as well.\n\nAs the four ate they reiterated the plan to Illtyd whom shared the exuberant excitement at the prospect if a next step within reach.\n\nThe four of them, in the warmth of the fire, seated hip to hip they ate, and enjoyed eachothers company."
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"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida looked at the others with a proud and ready smirk. She shed the furs and feathers and bone decorated armors from her body, revealing the soft cloth underwear she wore beneath it. As everyone had affirmed they were ready. Aida looked to Khiara with a flirtatious, confident smile. She hunched down, flexed her muscles and hissed out as if suffering a sharp pain.\n\nThen it began. The popping of joints, the sudden jutting of bone, dislocated edges of muscle and skeleton. Shapes and proportions of limbs began to exaggerate; as if her very bones were growing inside of her with cracks and crackles of garrish flesh crafted change.\n\nThen the muscles filled the lengths, filled the absence and lankiness with a heavy, hardy, strong flesh. Her body became a massive thing hulking and impressive. Her face broke, her mouth and nose grew long with gritted, pained, and growling teeth into a snout. Just as quickly as her flesh filled the lengths of her limbs furr grew. Patchy, but stark, until the beast before them became a mountain of dark browns and blacks casting a shadow as the Drudachs do in the morning.\n\nShe roared and the volume of it burst like an impact into the chests of Illtyd, and Branys. Though they had become accustomed; they stumbled back, shuddered by instinct but soon gleefully laughed with a morbid humor as they regained their sensibility from their immediate fear. It was a thrill now, as was cliff diving, or rock climbing. Witnessing the fearful stature of their wolfish friend was a thrilling fear.\n\nAida glanced at Khiara with a snarl then blasted off her mighty digitigrade legs towards the north, towards the pine forests of Hjaalmarch and Pinemoon."
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"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "It was very much a frightful, but thrilling sight to witness Aida shift into the beast. The sounds of cracking, breaking, popping bones and joints. The incredible visceral sight of watching her body change was disturbing but wondrous.\n\nYet soon stood before her; an incredible sight, Aida was an incredible beast; the strength and musculature was as much a thrill to witness as the fear-inducing roar. And yet the wolfish woman still had a charm to her with the snarl, and glance. Almost as if the werewolf still maintained the reachfolk humanity; the humor, the soul and heart of Aida.\n\nAs the monster dashed away north to face the Vampires; Khiara could only gaze longingly at the creature, finding Aida more and more alluring as the beast bound off into the misty woodline.\n\nKhaira scooped up the terrified scamp and ruffled the wrinkled scraggly head to try and prove to him it was nothing to worry about.\n\n\"I don't think I can take him with me to the village. He should be more than adequate to aid your gathering though.\" She explained to Branys and Illtyd. Both nodded in acceptance. \"He's a bit of a menace, but if you encourage him with more goat, he will behave and help.\" She explained quickly. Both nodded again. Illtyd revealed a pouch of dried meat treats and offered one out to the scamp.\n\n\"Go ahead Aodh, be good, follow orders. Get treats.\" Khaira directed him to the others. The Scamp eagerly scampered over to join the foragers.\n\nWith that the small tribe parted ways. Khaira to the path down to Dragon's Bridge and the outlying farms of Solitude. Aodh, Branys, and Illtyd towards the east, and cliff-ward to find the mudcrabs, flowers and mushrooms near the Karth shoreline."
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Iltyd, Branys, and Aidh would have very little trouble in their efforts, as the defined ingredients were plentiful in that area. The most difficult part of their trek was navigating the rock face down towards the water's edge and back. Though, for the small scamp and the two experienced foragers it was hardly difficult, as, at least llltyd and Branys were well acquainted with the path down.\n\nAida, however, had the challenge of a magicka wielding vampiric cult and thralls to contend with. As the bounding werewolf followed the scent of the decrepit undead towards the cave she found the yielding flesh of thralls guarding the entrance through the shadowy daylight of the grove.\n\nShe sprinted towards them and leapt from the brush to take one fur dressed thrall. Her claws ripping the cur to the vitals and spraying the pine crisp air with the metallic tang of blood. The corpse twitched below her as the other came to strike only for Aida to knock the broadsword away with a swipe. The other hand slashing back and throwing the thrall against the rocks. She leapt upon him, and bit his head untill its bones gave way to another gush of blood.\n\nThe werewolf's maw found more vitality and control as it dug its teeth into the meath of one and then the other. She feasted on the bloody bodies before turning her attention back to the cave itself, and the pungent smell of vampires within."
},
{
"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "As the others made their way down to the river, and Aida into a river of blood... Khaira walked carefully through the morning snow down to the edge of Dragons Bridge. She adjusted her cloak, and hood and walked on into the small settlement.\n\nThe strangely armored imperials patrolling the road and bridge path eyed her carefully. They would not recognize her as wanted, nor as a forsworn, but perhaps as an adventuring mage.\n\nShe made her way into the tavern unhindered, and felt the sudden calming warmth of the fire within. Khaira let down the hood to reveal her unbrushed hair, and demure features. The reachwoman approached the tavern keeper and inquired of any cooking, and alchemical ingredients she might have.\n\nWheat a plenty, of course. And a few odd ingredients as well. Elves' ear, white cap, and red mountain flower. Perfect for her intentions. She paid, with little care for the cost, it seemed reasonable, and coin was of little use to a woman that otherwise lived off the land.\n\nShe collected her produce, and packed it carefully in her satchel before moving to leave."
}
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{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Aida ripped her way through the weak underlings of the vampire chapel. Their remains disintegrating into fine ash as age rushed over the corpse the undead spirit within had maintained for decades or longer.\n\nThe werewolf's rage skulked through the cavern searching through scent and hunter's sight for any remaining survivors. Many minutes passed and her rage gave way to the peaceful silence of the darkened place. She found herself slowly shifting back to her naked human form as the need for brutal beastly force gave way to the mundane.\n\nAida recollected herself in the chill damp, she found her hands and face smothered in ill, dead blood. It had a bitter smell and an unsavory taste as it lingered on her mannish tongue. Spitting it out and wiping off what she could on the fabrics left behind by the ash piles.\n\nAida began to collect handfuls of the ash and bundled it into a makeshift pouch from the left over rags of the vampire robes. Likewise she bundled up a wicker basket full of blisterwort, whitecap, and fly amanita. The skinwalker wasn't exactly sure what other mushrooms Khaira had mentioned, but there were plenty of whitecaps; that, she had indeed remembered.\n\nShe set the collection aside to rummage the back room of the cave, she unlocked a chest with the master vampire's key; and in it she found naught but gold and useless nord weapons. A draught of blue potion, which she collected off the shelf was set in the basket with coins, and mushrooms.\n\nLast the werewoman swathed her naked, bloodstained self in the torn ragged robe of the master vampire. Just to cover her indecency before she trudged her way back to her new family's camp. A basket of mushrooms, and a large purse of ash clutched to her stomach in both arms.\n\nNear midday she would have returned to the camp with her loot and to see if the others were as successful.\n\nIltyd, and Branys would arrive shortly after, with Aodh, all three carrying bundles of flowers, chitin, mushrooms and even a few small fish."
},
{
"author": "sorrymommie",
"message": "Khaira arrived, serendipitously just after the others, in enough time to catch a gander of the rag draped, blood encrusted Aida lugging the basket and pouch of goodies. The sight of the woman was jarring, her sweat and the filth of her slaughter glistening in the midday sunlight.\n\nKhaira pranced up to Aida with a thrilled excitement and quickly moved to take the basket of loot from the Skinwalker. Her eyes first examined Aida with concern. But quickly recognized the blood was not hers, she appeared well and truly healthy.\n\n\"Well now, you need a wash... You did ok? Need a healing hun?\" The witch inquired more impressed and appreciative, than worried, or doubting.\n\nThe witch's attention turned swiftly to the items in the basket. Far far more Fly Amanita than was ever needed. But it was a rather useful mushroom. There was still plenty of white cap, and vampire dust to mix both potent cure disease, and restore magicka potions.\n\nJust as the witch had made the assumption she was confronted by a mud covered scamp holding a spadetail and a bouquet of mountain flowers. Illtyd and Branys cackled as the scamp seemed to offer them in it's garrish, but adorable way. They too had a boon of flowers, chitin, and mushrooms.\n\nKhaira directed the new family back to the fireside before collecting all the loot, and arranging it beside the tent.\n\n\"This'll do well mates. We've got plenty for a fight with old witches, so it is!\" She was excited and quickly began to prepare the ingredients to be crushed, mixxed, and potioned. Her mortar and pestle was bought out from her pouch to start on the wheat and blue flowers."
},
{
"author": "frankiefruit",
"message": "Branys and Illtyd had laid down the four plates of mudcrab chitin next to Khaira's arrangement of wheat, elve's-ear, white cap, and flowers. They each offered a hawk feather from their armor as well.\n\nAida also set down her pouch, the accumulation of five vampire's worth of ash. Along with her few whitecaps, and abundance of fly amanita from the basket there was plenty to mix for health, magicka, and cure disease for the group. Especially considering Aida herself did not need anything.\n\n\"Aye, I'm fine. Just need a wash.\" She replied adamantly to Khaira. The skinwalker once again shed the rags that covered her bloody form before collecting her own armor and settling beside the cauldron of melted snow water. She took clean cloth and wet it before scrubbing to wash away the dried blood on her hands. Her face was next, and while she was at it the rest of her. She cared not for the gaze of her family, there was little practicality for embarrassment between the lot, but she wasnt flaunting herself, there was still modesty in cloth wraps where it counted.\n\nAs Khaira began to crush and mix the puree of strange concoctions Aida occasionally peered over to see the intensive, careful work.\n\nIlltyd, and Branys being foragers as they were, were more than capable of prepping their ingredients, cutting away stems and leaves, and carving away crab meat from the chitinous plates.\n\nOnce Aida was washed she pattered over in her brisk skivvies to see how it was Khaira was managing the alchemy.\n\n\"Can I help?\" She inquired somewhat meekly. Her skill in alchemy was also functional, but she wasn't sure what Khaira was doing exactly. Her voice was curious, hopeful, and in a way vulnerable. Like a puppy cautiously seeking approval, or attention. Which very much she was for Khaira; for this moment her little wolf pup."
}
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{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Stroking his goatee, He'd stop pacing. Gazing meeting Raj'khelij*\n\n**\"I don't look to being banished, I've enjoyed the ways of Nirn... Even if I have to constrain myself. But, nonetheless I'd like some terms. Since we both like this place, why not standard dueling customs of these mortals. What do you say Khajiit?\"**\n\n*Smirking heavily, a hand slowly grasp the hilt of his blade. Almost an unhinged smirk of wanting combat, as that's what he was created for*"
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"That depends on your terms. What terms do you want for this duel?\"\n\n*With a wave of his hand, Raj'khelij conjured a crack in space within his hand, swirling into a vortex that coalesced into a shimmering transparent object. A longsword that seemed to fizzle and blaze with ethereal magic- a bound weapon. He clutched it tightly in spite of its ghostly form, but he merely held it at rest.*"
},
{
"author": "Valgren Othrron",
"message": "*Unsheathing his Daedric Falchion, lowering it to his side but pointed outwards smirking*\n\n\"Hmph, perhaps we make a barrier... First to yield or draw blood wins said duel..\"\n\n*Valgren suggested. His free palm opened up, lighting conjuring inside it. Sparking from his finger tips around his palm. Judging the size of their makeshift arena... Shifting slowly around seeing what could make sense*\n\n\"Any lovely ideas for this? Or do I have to assume that?\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Autumnwatch Tower, nestled in the Jerall Mountains. One large tower, with a smaller tower to the right of it, and a staircase, leading up the mountain a ways, to a large stone slab, with a dragon motif. The area feels... Empty, but also as though there are eyes watching you"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir arrives and pulls out the letter that Uma left and looks at it comparing it to the tower*\"Looks like the place.\"*Latkir says rubbing his head a bit as he casts a small healing spell to ease the pain as he approaches the large tower*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There area is seemingly empty, not a soul around, you can hear a bird call in the distance and some rocks fall off the nearby mountain"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"That damn mystery man definitely sent me on a wild goose chase.\"*He mumbles quietly to himself as he steps into the largest tower and looks around as he unsheathes his sword just in case*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As you enter you notice 2 things, on the left side of the entrance is a stone statue, a tall figure, a mer, it seems, wearing stone armor, similar to that of the man who lead you here, it holds a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. On the other side of the entrance is a corpse, it doesn't smell, so it is quite new, there are 2 arrows sticking out of him, and a wound on his neck"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir looks to the statue and smirks thinking to himself to avoid talking as he sees the corpse.'Maybe it's not a wild goose chase' The falmer walks over to the corpse and pulls one of the arrows out to examine the arrowhead*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The arrow is elven in make, but darker in color, a dark brass, similar to that which the man wore"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir places the arrow back down beside the corpse as it was in good condition and he was no archer, he knew they were close due to the blatant statue. He looks at the wound on the corpses neck and if nothing of interest he moves onto the statue*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The wound seems to be a bruise, with some splitting in certain spots, a bit of blood coming out of but not much. Whatever hit him was long and blunt. There's a few flakes of dust in the area as well, white stone, almost like marble. As you get up to inspect the statue further you notice the stone that comprises the statue... Is white"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkor laughs out loud giving up on the slight subtlety he thought he had and removes his amulet to show his true appearance since the man prior was able to see through it anyways'Damn Alyieds thinking their all special with their white gold, so obvious now that I see this material up close.' Latkir thinks as he looks around for a way to move forward, up, or down.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There's a staircase at the other side of the tower, leading up to the next floor"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir walks up the staircase and looks around upon reaching the new floor broadsword still in hand.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "You can feel something move behind you. And as you reach the second floor you can see a few more of the statues, one bears a spear, one an axe, and the last a crossbow."
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*With the feeling of movement behind him he puts his blade to one wall and turns the other direction in an attempt to stop whatever it is going around him without being seen or felt. If nothing he shrugs and continues on walking to the spear*\"Been a while since I've seen one of these spears. I will never understand why they don't use spears anymore\"*He mumbles quietly to himself*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The statue from the door now stands at the foot of the stairs, pose somewhat different, it's arms rest at its sides. When you inspect the spear wielding statue you swear you can see it *Move* Just slightly. It feels like the statue behind you moves closer"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Okay I've done my basic research, I ain't tryna get killed by these tomb guardians, or at least that's what I think they are... Whatever they are I am not dying with a hangover, this is not the way I go out.\"*Latkir says as he backs against a wall to keep his eyes on them in hopes they do not obliterate him as he looks at the four 'statues'*\"These things are creepy, I know one of you are just out of sight laughing as you watch this.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "You move up the stairs, looking at the 4 statues, the one with a crossbow fires, the bolt embedding itself in the shield of the sword wielding on on the steps, it looks like the bolt is hollow, with something in it"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"This is definitely how I die, ehhhh worth it I'm curious.\"*Latkir walks to the bolt, pulls it out and breaks the bolt to see what's inside while keeping an eye on the statue with the shield that is directly in front of him*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It's a leaf of paper, on which it reads \"State your name and intentions.\" In oddly neat handwriting. You swear you can see a glint from one of the tower's windows"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"My name is Latkir Agarloth, and in all honesty curiosity. I had nothing better to do and found my way here after somewhat of an encounter.\"*Latkir says trying to avoid mentioning the other alyied in case he was not suppose to make contact as he knows how these hidden cultures usually go*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "It's as if you can feel the very *Shadows* Roll their eyes. An arrow whizzes by, landing next to the bolt, another piece of paper it ties around the arrow"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir grabs the price of paper and reads it*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There's nothing really to read, as on the paper is just a single thing, and arrow point up, or down, now that you think of it, maybe left or right, it's sincerely not a very helpful note"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir looks around at his surroundings looking towards the ceiling then all around him trying to find what the note could have been leading to*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "You figure it either came from up the stairs toward the rooftop or through the window across from the stairs"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir thinks for a second before going to the window across from the stairs and knocking lightly on it.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Seeing as this tower is *Old* Your hand goes through it, as there's no glass. You can see something reflecting in the distance, could just be the snow or some ore, or it could be your archer, either way it's too far to tell"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Thinking back to the glint he saw prior he steps through the window and looks around stepping towards the figuire*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A brick comes loose from the tower as you climb onto the windowsill, you can see the other tower to your left, along with the mountain, with a better angle you can see snow glinting on the side of the mountain. If there was an archer they aren't there anymore"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir sighs and quickly jogs up to the top of the tower and looks at the other tower then the mountain to see if theirs anything of note*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As you move up a figure in dark-colored armor stands there, face covered and sword drawn. \"So, Latkir Agarloth with unknown intentions. I ask again, why are you here. You clearly aren't the usual type to come here, so I want to know why you're here. NOW.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir steps back and sheaths his own sword*\"I don't want a fight with your organization, or you. Okay I'll be honest I want to learn. I foun-One of your scouts found me while I was out bandit hunting. We got ambushed and we helped each other, if you are worried about him telling me anything, all he done was showed me some of your stones and explained what they do, along with leaving a drawing of this tower and exposing this amulet.\"*Latkir pulls out his amulet and puts it on showing the figure as he appears as a Dunmer before taking it back off quickly and going to his normal appearance without the amulet*\"I would like to learn more about these stones, or anything possible for me to learn. If possible I might be able to help or something to prove myself worthy of any knowledge I could learn from your group.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Were the Dwemer not good enough for you, Falmer?\" He says, quite rudely, \"Now you come to us begging for scraps?\" The statues move closer, \"Clearly the dead bandit wasn't good enough to dissuade prying eyes.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Okay, I apologize sir, but I have never even met a Dwemer, I'm not begging for scraps I do not need your help, I simply want to learn. Are you going to hold me accountable for the actions of those who came before me who I had no control over? Do you really think one dead bandit is enough to drive someone away, subtlety is a much better option, what is with you Alyieds and towers anyways?\"*Latkir says mentally preparing himself to be attacked as he does not know their plans, preparing to jump out of the way*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He laughs, \"We aren't even located in these towers!\" He says, \"This is just a location we keep clear for our own protection.\" He chuckles at the subtlety statement, \"Perhaps we should string up some art torture pieces around, a nice blood fountain maybe?\" He points the sword at Latkir's throat, \"Now, hand over the note you mentioned.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir gulps slightly with the blade at his throat and hands him the note before saying*\"Would be slightly better than the current décor no offense meant.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Yeah but it'd anger the locals.\" He says, taking the note from his hands and looking at it... \"*Gravia Haelia Kynd!*\" He mutters angrily in Ayleidoon, \"Only he would be so foolish, and they made *Him* Captain. And he's lead an outsider, who isn't even one of us, here!\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Bah... Damn nords can't have anything with them around.\"*He watches the mad as he reads the note and tries to take a step away from the blade*\"If it makes you feel any better, your the only non falmer as of now to have seen me without the amulet, not taking into account your captain seeing through it, it could have been a lot worse, I could have been an imperial or thalmor, tho I don't think your captain would have gave me the note if so.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I doubt the scout-captain saw through it, he just knew you had one with... Whatever effect that was.\" He says, \"If you were you would be dead.\" He says flatly"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"But what if I... Nevermind prolly better for my health if I don't. Well then shit, could necklaces just be worn as jewelry? You never saw anything then I'm a Dunmer.\"*Latkir says with a chuckle jokingly debating on putting the amulet back on but from what he has gathered this man will tell them all he is falmer.*\"But anyways, I should probably be serious, what is your next question for me?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"My guess is that he figured you just aren't a Dunmer, you definitely don't act like one of the accursed.\" He says. \"You ask that question as if you're being interviewed, and not interrogated for trespassing.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly**\"Thats what this was, interrogation? Oh thank the lord, I thought alyied interrogation would just be torture. No offense but I wasn't really taught much about your kind, due to the fact your race were thought to have been extinct for over an era, but hey arn't we all just extinct anyways. If your interrogating me put down the blade and make it a civil conversation so I stop having the urge to lie.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"The sword is to keep you from lying, if you know what's good for you. And if you were to find the entrance and go inside, trust me, there'd be torture. You might end up as an art piece, too.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Well then, let's hurry and get the interrogation for going somewhere that I thought I was invited to, over with. I'm not just quite ready yet to turn into the piece of art I am, give me a century or two.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Mhm. And what makes you think you were invited in, the picture is just of the towers, maybe he didn't like you and wanted you to die to one of our statues.\""
}
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{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"If that was the case why wouldn't he have just killed me their, he had a astronach of some sort and some type of ghosts, like three of them. I mean your group no harm if that's what your worried about and the reason behind the interrogation. I'm not going to outs this location or anything you have my word.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"I wouldn't know, maybe he didn't want to get his armor dirty.\" He says, \"But you won't be allowed in. Maybe come back another day, who knows, maybe our leaders will open the doors.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Hmmm, so theirs no way currently for my to enter, your village in the mountain currently?\"*Latkir asks not really knowing if that's where it is, but his tone is confident to try to make the alyied believe he knows where it is*\"I just simply would like to learn a little from your mages, if possible.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "His eyes narrow, but otherwise nothing changes, \"You wouldn't even be able to see the entrance. For all you know you walked right by it already.\" He says, \"That won't be possible, our mages are all busy.\""
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Is their anything I could learn from anyone. If not, I will take my leave, for now, but I shall return when the time feels right.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"There is nothing available to you.\" He says flatly"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "\"Then I shall leave for now, as a recommendation. Put more intimidating armor on the corpse or something next time, a couple bandit corpses isn't going to scare me. Until next time.\"*Latkir says as he walks down and out the tower glancing at the other tower and the stairs up the mountain as he walks past*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "He nods, the statues move out of his way"
},
{
"author": "Latkir Agarloth",
"message": "*Latkir puts his amulet back on and begins traveling towards windhelm*"
}
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{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*A curious sight. A full camp. But nobody was there. The fire was gently burning, there was a rabbit hanging from a tent, and the tent had a made bedroll. But nobody was there. It was like it was stopped in time...*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Great. Another traveller I need to get out of here. Or kill.*\" He mumbles to himself in Ayleidoon, casting blink to briefly hide himself as he moves closer to the campsite"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*Approaching the camp, the travelers belongings were odd. Welkynd stones for one, two very visible next to a knapsack. There was an ancient elven dagger there too.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Intriguing...\" He says, \"Either this is some adventurer who explored the old ruins, or one of my Scouts didn't report back.\" He takes a look around, looking for any signs of the owner"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Auran Mathmeldi.\"\n\n*It came from somewhere, though where was questionable. It was ayleidoon. Welcome, Exiled.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*And you aren't?*\" He asks the air in response, speaking in fluent Ayleidoon, \"*For if the lore is right, weren't we all driven from home.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Some hid in plain sight.\"\n\n*She appeared on a ridge near the campsite. She did not wear what he wore. She looked primitive, tribal.*\n\n*\"But i never expected to see another one of us. Not after what those... Aldmer did to our city.\"*\n\n*She didn't seem to know that Altmer were different.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*You speak as though the Aldmer are still around.*\" He says with a laugh, \"*They're long gone, the __Alt__mer wish they were the Aldmer, even still refer to their rule as the 'Aldmeri Dominion',*\" He says with air quotes, \"*But they are nothing like the Aldmer. Their currently on a crusade to wipe out the worship of one of these people's Ehlnada.*\" \n\nHe looks her up and down, \"*You don't look like you're from here.*"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"They slaughtered Gori-Agea in Valenwood. We were an isolated him group... Who went into hiding before even the Alessian Order. I don't know anything past that point... Other than some sort of war that happened in Cyrod. I believe i may be the sole survivor of my Tribe.\"*\n\n*She descended down from the Ridge. The only thing that looked entirely Ayleid was her staff... Perhaps her group was of a different culture.*"
}
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*All the way in Valenwood...*\" He says, his voice trailing off, he takes his crown off, clipping it to his belt, revealing his face. He's fairly young, with a bit of scruff to his face, \"*My people were in Cyrod when the Alessians started their purge. They hid in a nearby city, building an underground complex in the mountains. I'm a part of a group of scouts, investigating the current state of the world to decide if we should attempt integration, or at the very least revealing ourselves. Currently it seems a bad choice.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"I haven't found anyone very... Hospitable to myself. I was hidden for a reason... If you hadn't responded in our Language, I would've killed you.\"*\n\n*She sat down by the fire. She had a long, feathered cloak. She didn't seem to have the daedric, meridian influences most Ayleids had. She was also quite young, around her 60s.*\n\n*\"But I never expected us living in Skyrim of all places.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"The Thalmor and the Empire are likely to be the largest threat to us.\" He says, \"We're uncertain if the Empire still follows the insidious teachings of the Alessian Order.\" He continues, \"We're not located solely in Skyrim. We're located between Cyrod and Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Thalmor? Is that what those... Altmer?.. Call themselves? I don't believe the Empire believe such things anymore... I saw temples to the Eight... I went in one. Akatosh, Stendarr, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Julianos, Zenithar, Arkay... Not even their God Shezarr.\"*\n\n*She pulled her legs to her chest wrapping her arms around them.*\n\n*\"But you... You have a City? Still standing?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Yes, the Altmer are currently under the control of an extremist political faction, who believe that the only way to return to their so-called godhood is to destroy humans... Or something.*\" He says with a dark chuckle, \"*Those are the gods of the Alessian Order. They attempted to unify the pantheons, swearing off Shezarr in the process. At some point in the 2nd Era they added a new God, Talos, but the Thalmor forced them to remove that Ehlnada from the pantheon, that is why they are here, slaughtering civilians. And so the lore repeats.*\" He smiles softly, \"*Naril Auran still stands. It was a closely guarded secret, the Alessian Order never found it. We've only recently begun investigating the outside world fully.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Our city... Gori-Agea... We foresaw what would happen, we disappeared long before anything happened. We were hidden underground... We foraged and hunted for survival, and ate what would grow. How long was it... 4000 years before we were found? I thought we were the last, truly. I had thought i would never find another... I scoured every Ruin I could in Cyrod... I found nothing.\"*\n\n*She almost seemed emotional. Tears welled in her eyes just a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*My ancestors made a point to keep Naril Auran hidden. Even from our own people, only those who helped construct it were told the key to enter.*\" He says, \"*If word had spread about it we would've been wiped out. Now it's not as hidden.*\" He says, offering little in the way of condolences or solace"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Many here don't like the Empire... Or the... Dominion. They just called them Elves. I can't even enter the Western cities... Too Dangerous. It is... Unfortunate that our mere existence is so... Controversial.\"*\n\n*She wiped her eyes.*\n\n*\"I saw a group of those... \"Thalmor\" Near here not too long ago. They had a prisoner. Some sort of... Dark Elf... I've only seen a few... Do they persecute them?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He sighs, \"*Yes, the locals aren't fond of us mer. I struggle to find a reason to blame them. What with the accursed Chimer's slavery and the Altmer's crusade.*\" He continues, \"*To our limited knowledge the Thalmor persecute any who do not fully agree with them.*\" He says, \"*Much like the Alessians of our ancestors time.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"We were not innocent.\"*\n\n*She left it at that. It was stern.*\n\n*\"But I feel a discomfort around Men... I cannot trust them. I had visited that city... Windhelm? I was there a few days ago. I had to leave quickly... I felt sick... It was the same feeling i had when i learned of the Whitestrake.\"*\n\n*She seemed a little scatterbrained, moving to another topic.*\n\n*\"What happened to the Dwemer? I didn't know something happened to them until recently... Did they lose to the Men?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Indeed we were not. And we will need to atone for our ancestors misdeeds some day.*\" He says,\"*Yes the city of Windhelm has a history.*\" He continues, \"*Built by falmer slaves, likely prisoners of war. Now home of the Nords, and the capital of the Stormcloak rebellion. And with a considerable portion housing Dunmer refugees, living in near squallor.*\" He sighs, the sigh nearly hiding a slight chuckle, \"*The Dwemer lost to themselves. Thought they could manufacture their own god. And now they're gone. Disappeared without any trace but their ruins, filled with machines that move as if the Dwemer never left.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Their own god...\"*\n\n*She pondered that. She didn't know... A lot of things. She didn't know about the Dunmer, the Slavery, any major event other than the great war or the Nedic uprisings. She went along with what he said.*\n\n*\"May I... Um... Seek Refuge? With your City?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*I would have to speak with the leaders, first. Although seeing as you are of Ayleid decent you would likely be able to take refuge within the outskirts of Naril Auran, the Guardians will protect you.*\" He says with a regretful and apologetic tone"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"I tire of spending nights in ruins, looking over my shoulder all the time.*\"\n\n*She stood up. She took the Welkynd stone from her hip and twisted it, setting it on the ground in the open area near the tent. From it came a horse, in a beam of blue light.*\n\n*\"We should get moving in case theres another patrol.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Patrols rarely, if ever, check Autumnwatch. We've made sure rumors persist to keep people away.*\" He says with a chuckle, then whistles, the sound of stone hitting stone can be heard, as a horse made of stone moves to Umanym's side, he mounts it"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She mounted the horse. It was white. It had a faint blue glow beneath its skin with glowing blue eyes. It had a golden saddle with feathers hanging from it.*\n\n*\"So what are those... Dunmer. Why are they cursed?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He chuckles \"*The Tribunal, a trio of Chimer used the left over tools from the Dwemer's disappearance to harness the power of the Heart of Lorkhan to become gods.*\" He explains, \"*It worked, but not without Azura noticing. She cursed the Chimer to become what we know as the Dunmer, their skin grayed and eyes crimson.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She laughed.*\n\n*\"I've missed a lot then...\"* \n\n*She looked forwards on the road.*\n\n*\"How far is your city? I can see the tower you spoke of.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Behind the tower, in a sense. Within the mountains.*\" He says, \"*The entrance can't be seen unless we want it to be seen.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Illusion?\"\n\n*She looked up to the tower. It looked normal, though it wasn't.*\n\n*\"I've been hiding around here. I'm surprised you haven't found me yet.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He chuckles, \"*An illusion like that would be hard to maintain. We use more... Rudimentary means, combined with a bit of magic here and there.*\" He grins, \"*There are also a few signs of us being here. Those who trespass in that tower don't live long, as we have patrols who sweep the tower regularly.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Ours was a visage of a ruin. A hidden door led into the true structure. Bandits often hid in the above-ground portion. Are your people... Well... Their worship... You know what i mean?\"*\n\n*She couldnt figure out a way to bluntly put it.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*We hold the original traditions. Although a few of our members belong to the Daedra cults.*\" He says, \"*But we leave the barbarities of our ancestors in the past. There are even a few humans in our midst.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"We only worshipped the Eight. I'm personally not opposed to the Daedra...\"*\n\n*They were getting closer.*\n\n*\"I would never give into Bal or Dagon, though. Even Merid-Nunda... Insidious. It is a slippery slope.\"*"
}
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*They must be approached with caution.*\" He says, \"*The Dunmer had a good system. The teachings of their Saint Veloth.*\" He says, \"*One must not trifle with thte Daedra, though, the Chimer learned that lesson tenfold.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She merely listened.*\n\n\"Have you any fear that the Men to the north might... Attack your city? They have such strong opinions on us... Could you defend?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*They've no reason to. We aren't showing any hostilities, and they're unaware of our existence as of right now.*\" He says, \"*That's why we're being careful about revealing ourselves, waiting for the perfect moment, and hopefully that moment will be advantageous to us and the locals.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"We hadn't shown hostility either.\"\n\n*They were basically at the base of the tower now.*\n\n\"Is this it then?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*The Thalmor are a hold different animal.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*Yep,*\" He says, inside the tower are *Quite a few* Dead bodies, as well as a statue, which would be quickly identified as an Ayleid Guardian"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She pulled part of her Cloak over her face. It stank, obviously.*\n\n\"I hope you at least clean this out... I can't imagine the smell at its *Worst*.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*We'll leave a washbin out for you.*\" He says with a chuckle, he puts his crown back on, \"*Maybe a tub, too.*\" He walks through the tower, moving toward the mountainside"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She dismounted her horse and took the Welkynd stone from its neck and closed it. The horse disappeared. She followed silently.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He places his hand on the mountainside, a chunk of the side moves inward, and slowly falls into a slot in the ground, \"*This is as far as you can go. You can set up camp outside or in the Tower for now, I will make sure the scouts and guards leave you alone.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "\"Hmph. Hospitality these days...\"\n\n*She sat down by the mountainside, setting her bedroll down beneath her cloak, which she used as a tent, affixing it to the rock and supporting it with a stick.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*It's as I said earlier, I'll need to speak with the leaders about letting you in fully.*\" He says, a slight regretful tone, from the small glimpse she can see the hallways are lit with the Welkynd stones, the light casting shadows along the coarse, roughcut stone"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She expected to be here for a while. She set up a small fire in the meantime. She hoped nobody would try and come to the tower. Though maybe that would be a good bargaining chip for entry.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "After a few hours of uninterrupted waiting the door opens. A group of heavily armored Ayleid guards exit. \"*Mitta, Kynd.*\" (Enter, Child.) one of them says in a deep, rough voice. The soft blue glow emanating from the foreboding halls, it almost feels like home"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*Almost. She stood, taking her cloak. She always wanted it with her. She followed them.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "They walked her through, past the guard quarters and to a side passage, lined with doors, the guest quarters, \"*You'll be staying here for now. Welcome to Naril Auran, Kynd.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She smiled.*\n\n*\"Thank you... I understand the risks of letting me in.\"*\n\n*She opened one of the presumably unnocupied rooms and entered.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The room is small, it has a bed, chest and dresser, a washbin as well as a bath. A stream of water flows in from the ceiling and into a drain.\n\nThe guard nods, leaving with the others"
}
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{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She pulled her cloak over herself and took a nap. A very restful nap. The sound of the water... The silence of the ground above her. It was her most peaceful sleep in a very long time.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Morning comes, with a knock on the door, then giggling, small footsteps running down the hall, and a yell"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Damn kids, leave the guest alone!\" He shouts, stifiling a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*She opened it. She had her big headdress off. She had on a cropped shirt and a sort of ragged skirt that she was sleeping in.*\n\n*\"I appreciate the children... It reminds me of better times. And the bath... I needed one.\"*\n\n*She smiled. She seemed genuinely happy compared to the on edge behavior she was displaying outside.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Glad to hear it.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*We make the best of what we have, here. You'd be amazed with how well we've been surviving.*\" His tone is a bit boastful"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Don't get too proud of yourself, we're still hiding in a mountain.\"*\n\n*She smiled, now that she was calmer she didn't laugh as much.*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*A mountain containing a bountiful subterranean farm.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*And quite the library.*\" His tone lowers to a whisper, \"*Between you and me I wouldn't go into any of the community areas for now, we don't get many visitors so there will be... Displays.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"I understand... I'm not interested in making enemies. Yet.\"*\n\n*She giggled a bit.*\n\n*\"Was there any word from your... Council about me?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*No hostilities just an... Excess of intrigue.*\" He says with a chuckle, \"*You were allowed in, weren't you? Full citizenship will take time. Sometime this week you'll likely have to speak to them, an interview of sorts.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Hm. Your own little nation. I don't know what I could say to convince them... I'm a skilled alchemist, and have expertise in a few magical schools, and I know how to create the Welkynd-Born creatures... But I'm sure that's something you already have here.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"*Indeed we are. We weren't always this comfortable, but you learn to adapt, figure what your skills are good at and how they may help your people.*\" He says, then continues \"*I believe they'll be more interested in history. Your story, your people, any history that you are aware of that they would not be.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"The war. I know much of what happened... I had seen those Thalmor killing a group of Imperials who fought well with Single Edged swords. And my own people... Gori-Agea, we adapted well to Valenwood... We might more closely resemble the Ayleid Tribes of the more \"Jungle\" Cyrod.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He nods, \"*That is what you will inform the council of. I believe you will fit in well here, to have survived unnoticed for this longs means you must be quite skilled. Perhaps you could teach the Alasilanda some new tricks.*\""
},
{
"author": "Vaelede Autaracu",
"message": "*\"Time will tell... I'd like to keep to myself until this... Interview, if thats alright with you. I have a lot to think about.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He nods, \"*I'll leave you to it. If you need anything have someone get me.*\" He begins to leave the hallway, moving toward another area of the complex"
}
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{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"What a quaint village.\" He says, \"Almost makes you wonder why someone here would wish for someone to die.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The ruins the target lives in are visible from the road, and a figure can be seen wandering around"
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Indeed. I have passed through here a few times, fairly quiet little village. Whoever made the request likely holds a deep grudge or great hatred, or perhaps both, to want them to fall in a place as serene as this.\"\n\n*Looking towards the ruins, the cogs in Sha'dar's head began to turn as he thought of how to go about the assassination. Perhaps a waste of good poison, a shot to the throat or head would do well. There was also the option of getting in close with a dagger or other blade. Of course there was a river nearby to drown them, but the thrashing sounds of water would draw attention. So, he decided to get a second opinion.*\n\n\"Hmm... What do you have in mind for dealing with Narfi?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Nothing too flashy, don't want to draw undo attention. And it should be quick and painless, the lad's suffered enough, in my opinion. An arrow or bullet would do nicely, if not make it look unnatural.\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"Doable, yes, but the most obvious 'natural' way would make a lot of noise, that being drowning him in the river. If having a seven-foot-tall Cathay-raht force your head underwater as you struggle to break free is anything, it is not quiet. Plus drowning is pretty uncomfortable, as far as dying goes. Unnatural would be best, so long as nobody finds the body. Hard to do in a small village where word spreads like wildfire, but at the very least nobody seems like they will go very far, should he disappear. Now then, since a ranged strike is the plan, all that matters now is timing.\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"I look like a Nord so I could distract him and you can take a shot. Of course at that point I could just stab him.\" He says, still theorizing the best course of action, \"If we wanna get truly technical you could use an elven arrow to take him, then leave a Talos amulet on him, frame the Thalmor for the deed.\""
}
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{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"A distraction would work just fine. Khajiit does not care for political nonsense enough to involve the Thalmor. Just go and get Narfi's attention whenever you are ready. I'll be watching.\"\n\n*Sha'dar began to look at the area around the ruins, and by Ivarstead in general, for a decent hiding spot from which to take the shot. He also started to walk around to help his search, as there would likely be something unseen if he just stood in one spot the entire time.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There wasn't much around, the ruins lay just on the edge of a river, not many people around, save for the two assassins, Narfi, and a fisherman sat on the other side of the river. There were, of course, a few mudcrabs scuttling about, picking at the earth"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He approaches Narfi, making sure to look as inconspicuous and unthreatening as he can, which is easy for him."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "As Adrian approaches Narfi speaks up, \"I can't see you, Reyda! I can't find you! Why are you hiding? Hiding, hide, hide, hide! Don't make me sad!\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "From a distance you can tell Adrian's demeanor changes a bit, from his usual confident stature to one of pity, \"Say, sir, are you okay? Do you need anything?\""
}
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{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*Tragically, time had not done the old beggar any good. The fisherman would be a problematic witness, but Sha'dar had no plans to kill him if he could help it. Instead, he tried to look for a way to get over to the fisherman across the river, with the goal of knocking him unconscious to avoid both needless death and witnesses in one go.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Only 2 paths were visible for Sha'dar, the bridge, which would be a safe but public path, and a path in the river of stones, riskier, but stealthier. Adrian and Narfi continued conversing. \n\n\"Reyda was here, then gone. Went to gather plants and never came home... Nope, nope. Everyone looked and no one could find her. Wilhelm said she'll be back... Told Narfi not to worry... Reyda will come back.\" Narfi said"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Well I'm certain she'll be back soon, Narfi, I'll stay here with you for some time, then I'll look for her, myself. I promise.\" He says, he looks over to where Sha'dar is, the look on his face says it all, worry, empathy, and a slight tinge of fear"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Sha'dar gets across the river without a hitch, the fisherman glances at Sha'dar, but doesn't really take note of him, \"Nothin's bitin' today,\" He says pensively, then going back to fishing"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "He continues conversing with Narfi, mostly talking about nothing, though mostly just talking about Reyda's disappearance"
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*The Khajiit smiled to himself, reassured about his skills for a moment before the task at hand came back to mind. Thus, he began to approach the lone fisherman with a relaxed posture and a calm expression on his face. He just needed to stay calm so he didn't make the fisherman uncomfortable or suspicious. All that must be done was get close enough, and with one quick move, knock the fisherman out so he could finally deal with Narfi.*"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Are you lookin to fish here, cat?\" The fisherman says to Sha'dar, \"I think I'm packin up for the day.\" He says"
}
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{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„If the mage was unable to control their spawn, there are no more to be found. If they dont possess the strength to control one, it should be impossible to cast forth another from the depths of oblivion. Before you ask- yes I study the arcane. Quite extensively might I add. And no, it was not me who called forth the atronarch.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He pinches the bridge of his nose, \"You'd be surprised what some inexperienced mages can manage to do.\" He says, \"I've seen quite a bit in my journies, and this isn't the worst of it.\" He nods, \"I wasn't going to ask you if you did. The atronach came from the west, and you did not.\" He brushes the dirt off of his pants"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„Fair point. When I was a lass ohhh the things I did\" *She said a smile appearing as she reminisced about the old times when young her used magic with the jolly fun loving attitude of a child. And when her mother... When her mother was still among them ... Her mother killed by the same villagers that she had helped so many times across the years. Villagers bearing that cursed symbol of stendarr. Her blood was starting to boil in her veins. Desperately trying to fight the destructive rage arrising she turned away from the man*"
}
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{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„No... Just... Memories. Thats all. Painful memories.\" *She wondered weather to just turn him to ash. She could take on a witch covern. He alone would most likely stand no chance. A simple spell would most likely be enough to utterly obliterate him, turning him to ash blown away by the wind and soon to be forgotten. But she remembered that from violence could only sprout more violence. She relaxed breathing out as the glim in her hand went extinguished, her rage no longer feeding it with mana. She forced herself to smile as she turned back to the man* „your people killed my mother.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He sighs solemnly, \"For what it is worth, you have my condolences.\" He says, his hand moving to his chest and clutchign his amulet of Arkay, \"A life lost is always a shame.\" His voice is calm and sorrowful, \"I will not ask about the circumstance, nor will I make excuses or place blame.\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„Not much. My mother was a saint. Would you attack me just from knowing I practice Witchcraft?\" *She asked tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. She didnt want to but the bottled up rage and Imagined conversations she had in the bathtub sprouted from her like a waterfall* „Do you even care for the person you designate a witch?! Do your lot truly care for whom youre fighting? Or do you just attack anything that bears even a splinter of the daedric influence?!\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "His face still has the sorrowfull expression, \"I would not. So long as you leave the sacred dead alone. I hold different values than the other Vigilants. I favor talking to those the Vigilants would declare their enemies.\" He says, \"Witchcraft is dangerous, and many witches are real threats to the safety of civilians. But witches are still people, and they are deserving of mercy.\""
}
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{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn lets out a breath of relief as he catches a glimpse of a town on the horizon. His limbs ache from walking, and the bear's pelt hangs heavy on his pack. He had been sent out to kill a bear that had been attacking people on the roads, and he decided to take its pelt as a trophy. It would probably make a nice pair of boots. \nDespite how he enjoys his job, the one thing he hated was the travel. He'd walk for days depending on how far the next job was, just to walk all the way back. Small towns in the midst of the wilderness were always a welcome respite, which is why he was very glad to see a few buildings surrounding a mill on the horizon.\nHe picks up the pace to get to town before the sun sets. From where he is around the Throat of the World, he assumes the town is Ivarstead. Though he hasn't had it for long, he's gotten pretty decent at using a map, and that's the nearest town on the map at least.\nTaelwyn finally makes it into the hamlet with a brief jog. He looks around, noting it seems smaller than most he's seen. Still, any civilization is exciting in the woodlands."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "Rustling in the treetops, something is moving nearby, something that doesn't want to be seen, despite seeing you. The only thing you can make out in the tree tops is a faint blue glow"
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He squints at the blue glow and walks back towards the tree line. It doesn't seem to him like an animal, and he is experienced with hunting animals. He guesses someone is in the trees and calls out, \"You're not hidden, you know.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Who said I was attempting to be hidden.\" The voice responds, with a stuck-up tone, \"I'm merely staying out of direct sight-lines.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Seems like you're doing a bad job, then. The glow attracts eyes more than just someone in the trees would,\" He rests his hands at his hips, his gaze remaining up at the blue glow."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Perhaps, or maybe you just looked instead of the other adventurer's I come across.\" He says, hopping down from the tree, his armor is strange, a dark-tinted elven armor, he wears a crown, reminiscent of that of an ancient culture, it is set with a faintly glowing blue gem"
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn looks him over with a brief shrug, \"Maybe. When someone's hiding, though, they're usually hiding from hunters, and hunters are always on the watch for something out of the ordinary. Can be a sign of whether or not prey is in the area.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Spoken like a follower of the Prince of the Hunt.\" The man says, \"Who is the hunger and who is the prey, I wonder.\" He says rhetorically, \"Although you don't appear like you'd be much of a challenge.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I haven't a clue what you're talking about,\" He lies, badly. His hand twitches at his side at the mention of the Prince of the Hunt. He shakes it off, \"You can believe that if you'd like, I have no need to prove myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I wonder how the Father of Manbeasts feels about lying.\" He says with a snobby tone, \"Ah, confidence, always good to hear a fellow Mer being self-assured. It doesn't do to be a coward, we leave that to the Alessians.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, \"I wouldn't know.\" He made note that he said 'fellow mer'. He was talking to another elf, although he couldn't place what kind from just the armor or the voice. He cocks his head, \"I don't know these Alessians you speak of.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Do they not teach history anymore?\" He asks, almost genuinely intrigued by the Altmer's lack of education, \"No wonder those vile extremest are ruling over the Ald- *Alt*Mer now.\" He chuckles, \"Although I shouldn't be too surprised.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I'm not from the Isles, if that's what you're implying. I've been in Skyrim all my life,\" He huffs, \"You talk as if you're old enough to know the Aldmer.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"My people value education. *Ageabala*. Power in wisdom.\" He says, a word from an odd language, a dead language, or at least a language thought dead, \"The Aldmer were fools, thought they were gods, and were cast out for it. Much like all the Mer, cursed in some way or another. The Aldmer and Chimer thought themselves *Ehlnada*, and were punished rightly.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "His brow furrows, \"I've had an education, of sorts. Just not with books.\" The word from an odd language surprises him, he hasn't heard anything like it. He says, \"From your seeming disdain for them, I'm guessing you're not an Altmer or Dunmer, then.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I hold no disdain for them.\" He says, \"I am simply being realistic.\" He says, \"And your assumption is correct. I am neither Altmer nor Dunmer.\" \n\nIt's clear he's not dunmer, his ears stick out and they're not at all gray, they're a bit darker in tone from the Altmer as well, he's not Green so he isn't an Orc, and he's too tall to be a Bosmer, it's not clear *What* He is\n\n\"You should always seek knowledge, it is what makes us strong. To make mistakes and learn from them. That is one of the *Malatuis*, truths, that many seem to not understand.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He truly hasn't a clue what the man before him is. The only thing he can think of other than the main races of Tamriel are the falmer, and they're animalistic and pale. They certainly wouldn't be harping on him about education nor would they be wearing elven armor. He shrugs again, \"I'm always learning, learning through action. If your shot is off, you correct it and move on. Something like that can't be learned from a book.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"The fundamentals of archery have been written many a time. Every culture does it differently, insights from one can make your archery all the better.\" He says, then chuckles, \"Although I am partial to the crossbow, a bit slower but more devastating.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Crossbows... Those are those things used by vampire hunters, as far as I can remember. I don't think I could even afford one of those,\" He scratches his head, \"Maybe I'll have to pick up reading when I have enough coin for a teacher, honestly.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Your family failed you.\" He says *Very* Flatly, \"To not know how to read is to miss out on that which separates us from animals.\" He thinks a moment, \"Perhaps I could speak to my leader. Outsiders are forbidden to know the location of our home, but perhaps it would be best to lift it in some cases. Our educators are excellent, better than anything you could find in Skyrim, I'm sure.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"My family failed me in more ways than you'd know. By Oblivion, I didn't see a city until right before my coming of age,\" He huffs. He listens then shakes his head, \"I don't have the coin to pay an educator at the moment. I'd have to take a few jobs first.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"You'd be expected to pull your weight as pay.\" He says, then chuckles, \"You might be put under my command in the *Alasilanda*. You might even be indispensible to us, since I'm sure you're more familiar with Skyrim than us.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"So you're not from Skyrim. What *Are* You? You're not an Altmer, Dunmer, or Orsimer, and you're too tall to be a Bosmer. Yet, you have elven ears, so you're no human. You're not pale enough to be a Falmer, and there are no Dwemer anymore,\" He rambles, narrowing his eyes at the man. He didn't like this idea of being put to work in a mysterious place he didn't know in exchange for education."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"So we really were forgotten.\" He says with a laugh, \"I'm an Ayleid. We were primarily wiped by the Alessian Order, a group who foolishly decided to attempt exterminate all elves in the name of their \"Saint\" Alessia.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "The words he spoke meant little to Taelwyn, but it solved the puzzle as to what he was. He thinks then says, \"Well, it looks like they missed some.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Indeed they did. My ancestors managed to hide deep within Rielle, and stayed there for quite some time. There's a few humans in there still, leftovers from the families they had, but it is still mostly Ayleids. I did hear that there are some within the jungles of Valenwood, but I haven't investigated that matter, it's too far away.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"That's all very interesting, I guess,\" He says. A majority of what he said is brand new information to him. He'd never heard of the Ayleids or a saint named Alessia. He says, \"Maybe you'd find them if you did go to Valenwood.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"That's something for the Cyrod sect of the *Alasilanda* To discover. I am a part of the Skyrim sect.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Yet you imply you don't know Skyrim well. Have your people not left much?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"We've only recently started exploration of Skyrim. We were originally from Cyrod.\" He says, \"The Falmer knew Skyrim much better than us, but to our knowledge they are fundamentally extinct.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"The Falmer are beasts to be hunted nowadays. Even I know how they were poisoned by the Dwemer until they degenerated into their current forms. They are prized game for their ears and intelligence, I've never managed to kill one on my own myself,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"The Dwemer were involved, yes. But the story shouldn't focus only on the Deep Mer's creulty.\" He says, \"There's more to that story than is let on by the obvious.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn shrugs, \"I know little of stories like that. I know more about how to skin a bear or evade a pack of wolves.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Useful knowledge.\" He says, \"It serves you well, I'm sure. People are not as easy to hunt, though. Why else would the Prince of the Hunt have combined beast and man.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He thinks about it for a moment before he says, \"Maybe for fun? Who knows how much pleasure the daedra get from creating new monsters.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"It's because people are more intelligent than your average beast. Quicker thinking, able to strategise, utlize more to their advantage.\" He says, \"The perfect predator.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Well of course there's that, but each man-beast gives up some of that intelligence. So there might be something more to it. Even daedric princes have to have hobbies, I assume.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"True, but they're still more intelligent than the common beast.\" He chuckles at the hobby comment, \"If anything was Hircine's hobby it would be Hunting. A job and a hobby.\""
}
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{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"You're right. They are more intelligent than most beasts, and they're also much larger, stronger, and faster,\" He says, \"I think he'd just see hunting as a way of life, really.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"It is a way of life to his followers, so you're probably right.\" He says with a chuckle, \"You know quite a bit about Hircine for one who said they didn't know about him.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"And you're quite nosy for someone who hasn't even offered his name,\" He says, \"I suppose I haven't either. I'm Taelwyn.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Umanym.\" He says, \"And what can I say, it's my job to be nosy. I'm a scout after all.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I guess that makes sense. I presume you're a scout for your sect of the *Alasilanda*, then?\" His pronunciation is clumsy but earnest."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"The *Alasilanda* Are scouts. Roughly translates to 'Long Vision' in Cyrodiilic. I hold the rank of Scout Captain, a rank well earned, in my opinion.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He nods, \"Fancy title. Do you have other scouts under you, then? I'm not anything high up like that, just a warrior for the Companions.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Indeed I do, I command a small squad of Scouts, they're all over Skyrim, some blending into cities, others out in the wilderness.\" He says, \"Rising ranks takes time.\" He continues, \"I'm sure with proper training you could earn a higher rank with those... Brutes.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Interesting,\" He hums, \"But the Companions aren't brutes. They're esteemed warriors and hunters providing a valuable service to Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Yes, of course, that's why they're lead by a pack of manbeasts.\" He says, \"Truly the most elegant warriors, leaving their enemies eviscerated and shredded.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn scoffs, \"Everyone knows those rumors aren't true. No noble warrior would give their soul to Hircine. And there's little elegance in battle, to spend time on seeming elegant is wasting time that could be used taking down your opponent.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Prove me wrong then. Hand a piece of sliver to one of the members of Ysgramor's Circle and let me know how they react.\" He says, \"Elegance is as important as strength. Keeping your movements fluid and light, with flash and flare. A distraction to your opponent, and it garners attention and fame.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He huffs, \"You don't need to because it's an outrageous accusation.\" He shakes his head, \"There's no point in flash and flare. A good hunter stays hidden from its prey until the last moment, and a humble hunter needs no attention and fame aside from the spoils of their hunt.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"You're really bad at not sounding like a follower of Hircine.\" He says, \"If the Companions aren't Lycanthropes then why are one of their main enemies a bandit gang dedicated to hunting Lycans?\" He asks, \"Combat isn't about the hunt. It's about defeating your foe in the best way possible. For some it's a quick clean kill, simple and efficient, and there is an elegancy in that. But for others it's about the duel, two foes evenly matched, a battle of skill and competency. That is where flair comes in, a flourish can knock the enemy off their rhythm.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"They're a bandit gang that targets them specifically due to these preposterous rumors, simple as that. We take care of all things that are a threat to the common folk,\" He blatantly ignores the comment about being bad at not sounding like a follower of Hircine and continues, \"You talk about combat like you're trying to argue it's an art form.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Oh yes such baseless claims. Let us not forget the stench of wet dog that emanates from their mead hall. Or how one of the elite members has the title of *Huntress*\" He says, then countering \"You speak of Hunting in a similar manner.\" He continues, \"Combat *Is* An art form. Many things people see as mundane are an art in and of themselves. Warfare is one of the great arts still followed, clanking metal and streaking crimson.\" He says, \"Did you not join the Companions to participate in such an art?\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"She's the Huntress because she hunts beasts, and I speak of hunting as any good hunter would. Perhaps you just don't have any experience with that,\" He says, then tilts his head, \"I guess I can see what you're talking about. Although, I joined the Companions for the comradery. There's nothing better than a meal at night with your brothers and sisters in arms.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"My skills lie in exploration and spotting. I leave the hunting to those better acquainted. I wonder though what makes her so good at hunting.\" He says, \"I've watched her hunt, you know. The Ayleids are well acquainted with the matters of the Daedra, and I can tell when their hands are in certain manners. And while I recognise her skill in combat, or *The Hunt* As you would call it, there is more to her than meets the eye.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, \"I'm clearly not going to sway you, so I'm done arguing. Aela is a perfectly normal Nord woman, and she's a good woman at that. She mentors me, and her mettle in battle is to be admired.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Of course with the enhanced physicality that lycanthropy offers she would be quite the opponent in battle.\" He says, \"I do wonder how the rumor started. It's not exactly the type of rumor to appear from nowhere, and rumors do always contain a glint of truth.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I haven't a clue. Maybe Ysgramor was a werewolf himself,\" He snickers, \"But rumors aren't always based in truth. They can be based on lies and misconceptions just as easily.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I doubt Ysgramor would have been a follower of Hircine.\" He says, \"He was a brutal warrior, but that was definitely his skill. According to legend he even encountered Hyrma Mora at one point. And worshipped dragons.\" He says, \"And I doubt the Dragon Cult would have liked him associating with Hircine.\" He laughs, \"You hold such blind faith in your leaders, questioning nothing. That naivete will surely get you into some trouble.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn huffs, \"You know nothing about me. You assume I'm naive just because I don't believe that honorable warriors are werewolves? Maybe because I don't believe every rumor that comes my way? I'm an adult who knows how to handle myself, you know.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Where is their honor, I wonder? Their fame comes from a bloody massacre that drove a group of people into extinction. Even if the Falmer started it or died because of their hubris it still resulted in a genocide.\" He says, \"Now the Companions are little more than mercenaries, I've seen more honorable warriors fighting in the Legion.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"They're different now. We protect the people of Skyrim from bandits and wild animals for little coin in return. They're nothing like those Imperialist pigs,\" He says, visibly agitated."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"You're right, they are different. Back when they massacred the Falmer they at least had their souls.\" He says, \"Now they're soul-cursed dog-people who rend flesh and devour hearts. Leaving bloody shredded remains in their wake.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn's hands flexed at his sides. Oh how he wanted to hit this guy, but he wouldn't. He didn't deserve the skin off his knuckles. He scoffs, \"All I'm hearing is you're gullible enough to believe outrageous rumors and rude enough to use them to insult someone you don't even know.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Outrageous rumors you call them. But have you seen the scenes the members of the Circle have left behind?\" He asks, \"My scouts have. They're quite grisley. They've reported seeing them in the night, transforming before their very eyes, and then running off and devouring entire encampments of people. Bandits, mind you, but still disgusting to see. I am thankful to have never seen these sights before, but I have noticed that on nights when the moons are full all the members of the Circle seem to... Disappear.\""
}
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{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"By Oblivion, why are you so insistent on getting me to believe the Companions are werewolves? Besides, why would I believe you over what I've seen with my own eyes?\" He asks."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Sorry I didn't realise you had an eye on them at all times.\" He says, reaching into his bag, from it he produces a shard of metal, Skyforge Steel, the top chunk of a sword, \"I visited one of the locations my scouts had reported on.\" He continues, \"I'm insistent because they're a liability. To have the trust of an entire people while living a lie like that is going to get people killed.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He stares down the chunk of sword and swallows. His throat suddenly feels dry as he speaks,\"A piece of sword doesn't prove anything. You could've gotten that from any battle. Doesn't prove that they're werewolves.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"It was one of the few things in that scene that was easily identifiable.\" He says, \"The scene sends shivers down my spine thinking about it. Bones split roughly, drained of marrow. Bodies eviscerated, hearts torn out. Armor and weapons destroyed and decimated.\" He says, \"I'll be keeping the sword chunk, my betters have taken a vested interest in the so-called Skyforge.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He immediately took the chance to change the topic of conversation. He couldn't stomach the idea that Hircine still had his claws in his life. He says, \"You'd want to talk to Eorlund Grey-Mane. He works the forge. All I know is it's been there since before Ysgramor erected Jorrvaskr.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Interesting.\" He says, wrapping the shard in a piece of leather and returning it to his bag, \"I'll have to visit Whiterun soon, then. Though I doubt this Eorlund would appreciate being interrogated about his forge, unless he's immortal I doubt he'll have much information.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn chuckles, \"He's not immortal, but he knows a lot of the history and more specifically how it works. I've seen the difference between Skyforge steel and regular steel and it's something to behold.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"We'll be taking a deep look into this steel. If it is better than our own weapons then this will be a very welcomed change.\" He says, \"We'll also be looking to expand our libraries on recent history. Although we have been keeping an eye on things, history from a different view would be useful.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"It's about as sharp as typical elven blades, but it's a bit lighter. I find it's nicer to swing in the bit I've been able to handle one while shopping around. The lighter weight of the metal also allows you to create larger weapons at the same weight rather than standard length, and I know some prefer longswords and greatswords. I'm more of a dagger man myself,\" He tilts his head, \"I'd try Winterhold, maybe Solitude. Skyrim doesn't really have many booksellers.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I've heard about Winterhold, the once-capital of Skyrim, home of the College of Winterhold, founded by the great Shalidor.\" He says, \"For now I think it would be best for the scouts to avoid the College of Winterhold.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I guess that makes sense? The wizards can be nosey, might not be easy to keep up your mystery around them,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" He says, \"And I'm not one to take interrogation lightly.\" He says with a serious tone, \"If they try getting information out of me there will be less mages there than there were before.\""
}
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{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I don't think you need to go that far. Aren't Ayleids a lost civilization? It makes sense that the scholars up there would want to learn about you.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"That doesn't mean I want be to treated like a thing to be studied.\" He says, \"Scholars tend to forget that the people they wish study are just that, people.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"You're right there, I hate to admit. They can get a bit out of control.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"As important as scholars and academics may be, I am not the one to interview.\" He says, \"I only have a very basic grasp on history, or at least basic for an Ayleid.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He shrugs, \"Considering I've never heard of you, I'm sure that's still more than most people know about your people. Then again, I had a... Sheltered childhood.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"I've noticed.\" He says flatly, \"The things you are aware of are... Odd, I will say.\" He says, referring to their talk about Hircine"
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I've come to know that about myself. Realizing how odd my childhood was has been a long journey. By Oblivion, I entered my first city when I snuck away at seventeen,\" He chuckles before his face darkens, \"I got in big trouble for that.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Keeping you away from other people. Wonder why they wanted that.\" He says rolling his eyes, \"They could at least have tried to make it sound like they weren't trying to control you.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Truly, though I think that's what they wanted, for me to just be so into the group that I don't question things,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Such is the way of cults. Cults played a deep part into the downfall of the Ayleids, if it weren't for them and their barbarism the Alessians wouldn't have found it so easy to vilify us.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"I didn't even know what the Ayleids were before today, so I can't argue with you. All I know is what it's like to grow up in a cult,\" He says."
}
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{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He chuckles, \"We truly were forgotten. Perhaps that may make our return a bit easier, or maybe the ones who remember will make it hard.\""
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "\"Maybe, maybe not. You'll only know when you try,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" He says, \"You're smarter than you look.\""
}
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{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "Taelwyn furrows his brow, \"Now what do you mean by that, huh?\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I think I best be going, I'm expected back to give debriefing.\" He says, his eyes clearly showing he's smirking under his mask"
},
{
"author": "Taelwyn Deathbell",
"message": "He scowls and kicks at the ground, \"I'm not going to stop you. Farewell.\""
},
{
"author": "Umanym Fenril",
"message": "He climbs a nearby tree and disappears into the treetops, the only thing that can be heard is the rustling as he hops from tree to tree"
}
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{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "The lone Agornian would be walking around the village, it was a quiet little village that was at the bottom of the Throat of the World, the tallest mountain in all of Tamriel. \n\nThe mountain was awe-inspiring. Hanar never thought he would see such an intimidating mountain. Cyrodiil had mountains that he thought were impressive but nothing could compare to this. Ivarsted was a normal nord village, but the pilgrimage all the way to the High Hrothgar seemed like a fund journey, despite how cold it would be against his scales. Still Hanar was here for some work, dealing with the large animal population or the roaming band of brigands was an easy way to earn some coin to help fund his search for the flower that would save his mother."
},
{
"author": "Hadvira Steel-fist",
"message": "_at the edge of the town, a Nord woman with long, curly blonde hair could be seen talking to one of the village men, she is carrying a deer on her shoulder while a hefty debate is being held_\n\n\"What do you mean you cannot accept this, you ask me to go into the forest to return with meat, and i do as you ask and you're not satisfied?\" \n\n_the Woman is a lot louder than the man_\n\n\"I don't care if it's torn up or not, it's meat regardless. Now give me my coin before i take this somewhere else\"\n\n_she drops the limp deer at the feet of the man, snatches a bag of gold out of the mans hand, spits on the ground and turns around, walking into the village_"
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "Hanar looked over, seeing the woman drop off the hound of the animal. \n\nHe sniffled his nose as he walked towards her, placing his hands on his hip.\n\n\"Quiet the kill, though it takes time to get an animal not in bad shape. Only those who have hunted for a long time ever get clean kills.\" He gave his thoughts on her hunting skills."
},
{
"author": "lil_beanie420",
"message": "_Hadvira looked up to the argonian, stopped to look back at the man slowly drag the deer away. She crossed her arms and grunted_ \n\n\"Hrngh. Yeah well people take too much for granted these days. If that milk-drinker has anything to say about how i do my job he can do it himself next time\"\n\n_she would look at the argonian again, quickly scanning him from top to bottom_\n\n\"But your observations are correct, i've been spending quite some of my life away from any civilization, so i had to do what was necessary to bring food on the table\"\n\n_she would place both her hands on her hips and slighty tilt her head_\n\n\"What brings you to ivarstead, traveler? Are you here to trek the 7,000 steps or just stopping for a drink at the inn?\""
},
{
"author": "Hanar",
"message": "He shrugged.\n\n\"An odd job to say the least, looking for a type of follower... A rare one. Ever heard of the Blue Frostwit Flower? It is said to be native to Skyrim and an Alchemist from Cyrodiil wants it. I have been tasked with finding it... But it has been a long search and one that grows frustrating as time passes...\" Hanar asked, but this was mostly a lie.\n\nHe was not on a job, but a personal quest to save his mother. This flower would be the key to saving her life, and would prevent Hanar losing his mother to the same disease that took his father."
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As Kaalzyr and Odvan approached Largashbur, it was made evident that something wasn't right. The same heavy thuds heard earlier were heard once more, and emerging through the forest made it clear: the stronghold was under attack. A giant was outside the gates, while a couple Orc archers fired at it with arrows and an Orcish woman clad in steel armor fought it up close, brandishing sword and shield slashing at its leg. The giant responded by stomping the ground, knocking her off her feet, as it prepared to follow up with its club.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Nevermind about that, then!\" He says, turning quick and charging for the giant's leg. He pulls the spearhead out and then puts all his strength behind a swing, hoping to cleave the leg in two, \"I think we found what the giants have been attracted to.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The giant had been in the middle of swinging down onto the Orc woman, but with Odvan's strike cleaving halfway through the giant's calf, she was able to get out of the way as it fell onto one knee. She slashed twice in quick succession at its intact calf, while the giant attempted to swing its free hand at Odvan.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr still held onto his axe, walking toward the giant while it struggled with the two Orcs. A voice called from the walls, a woman dressed in black robes who was slinging shards of ice at the giant.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"By Malacath, what is that?!\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"It's a Havocrel and an ally, so far. Currently travelling with me, we're looking for what's got the giants so pissed off, and it's led us to your stronghold.\" He climbs on the giant's back, and slams his axe into the giant's neck"
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With a heavy swing to the back of the giant's neck came a muffled cracking sound, and as the wound bled, the giant fell forward, the Orc woman attacking it quickly getting out of the way as it hit the ground with a thud. The giant was, without question, dead. She looked towards Odvan and spoke up.*\n\n\"Now, you. You have no business here, outsider. Leave at once!\"\n\n*The robed Orc called from the wall.*\n\n\"Ugor, no! These may be the ones we need!\"\n\n*Ugor looked irritated by the idea.*\n\n\"We need nothing from outsiders and... Whatever that *Thing* Is! Yamarz will provide for us.\"\n\n*The woman continued.*\n\n\"We cannot carry on this way! You know we are doomed if we do not do something!\"\n\n*Ugor replied.*\n\n\"Yamarz charged me with keeping outsiders away from Largashbur. You would have me disobey him?\"\n\n*The woman answered promptly.*\n\n\"You were charged with keeping us inside the walls. Have faith, Ugor. I only wish the best for our tribe.\"\n\n*Ugor grumbled and, begrudgingly, sheathed her sword and stepped aside.*\n\n\"Fine. It's your neck.\"\n\n*The woman from atop the wall gestured for the armored giant and Odvan to come inside. The wooden gates to Largashbur opened up.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr sighed and walked forward, only pausing to kneel down and grab the dead giant's corpse, tossing it some distance away. It landed at the edges of the clearing with a weighty thump.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"So what is the situation, kin.\" He says, \"Giants typically keep to themselves, it's odd to see them coming this close to a stronghold.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The old Orc woman came down, dressed in black robes, to speak with Odvan and Kaalzyr.*\n\n\"I am Atub, wise woman to Largashbur. Forgive Ugor's harsh words, she's merely doing as she has been told.\"\n\n*She sighed, looking warily towards the now distant giant's corpse with a distraught expression.*\n\n\"Once, our Chieftain Yamarz was a strong and proud warrior. But now he is stricken. Cursed. His weakness is our weakness. The giants sensed it, and began intruding on our territory. Now they assault our very home. We have been on our own for some time now, and I fear we won't survive for long.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Seems Malacath has lost faith in you.\" He says, \"Is there a way to contact him? To gain his favor?\" He asks, \"I can lend a hand if you need.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"The mortal is correct. Malacath would only forsake you if you showed weakness, or if you failed him. What is it you need to commune with him?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The wise woman nodded to the two.*\n\n\"Yes, but Yamarz had ordered us to remain within the walls. I cannot travel to Malacath's shrine. The ritual must be performed here, and I lack the ingredients I need. I have no wish to depend on a stranger, but I have no choice. I will need troll fat and the heart of a daedra, such as yourself.\"\n\n*Atub looked towards Kaalzyr, who said nothing, but he seemed to 'stare' at her for lack of a better term.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I doubt you'd let me take your heart, I mean we only just met.\" He says to Kaalzyr with a chuckle, \"Troll fat shouldn't be too hard to get, either find a troll or buy some off an alchemist... Daedra hearts aren't as easy. Unless...\" He looks back at Kaalzyr, \"Think you could call in one of your soldiers, oh General of Boethiah? They'll just reconstitute back in Oblivion.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"I know just the one...\"\n\n*Kaalzyr waved his hand, and at the base of his feet a fissure of purple and black color erupted. The air around it shuddered and shook as the portal abruptly shut, leaving behind a ghastly creature.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The creature bore the vague shape of a man, but its appearance could never be human. A withered humanoid creature with gray skin, a thin emaciated frame, glowing red eyes, and a bloody cylindrical maw that housed a long, slender tongue. It held itself up with clawed arms and legs, looking towards Odvan and the other orcs with an intense bloodlust. The Daedra had begun to regurgitate some vile substance when Kaalzyr grabbed it by the head, the poisonous bile from its maw missing widely.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Without pause, the Havocrel effortlessly crushed the creature's skull in his hand, using his fingers to pry open its chest and pull out its still-beating heart. He turned towards Atub and tossed it.*\n\n\"Here. Fresh.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Atub was taken aback a bit by the sudden mutilation taking place in front of her, but she quickly steadied herself, catching the heart in her hands. A bit of Daedra blood dripped between her fingers as she walked over to a nearby table, placing it into a simple wooden bowl.*\n\n\"This will work well. Return to me when you find some troll fat. And thank you, stranger. And to you as well...\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"You wouldn't happen to be able to summon a troll, would you?\" He says with a chuckle, \"I'll be back with the fat, just gotta find a troll.\" He looks at Kaalzyr, \"So, Duke, will you be staying with them to guard from any more Giants or do you wanna go spelunking with me?\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"I will humor you, mortal. If Malacath is open to sparing this stronghold, they will be fine until we return. Now, there are many caves around this place. I know there will be trolls nearby.\"\n\n*Kaalzyr began walking off to the north, his weight again shaking the ground slightly.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He sniffs the air like a hound following a scent, \"Northeast.\" He says, \"Trolls have a very distinct scent, or at least their dung does. Hard to mistake the smell, used to use it to cover up our own scent and ward off predators.\" He starts moving toward the source of the smell"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr allowed the Orc to take the lead, following him as the duo moved further from Largashbur. Atub retired to the table with the heart, preparing herself for the upcoming ritual.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*After some time, roughly fifteen to twenty minutes of walking, the odor of troll dung became stronger and stronger. Until... There appeared a cave mouth embedded into a hill, and there was a faint sound. Something within was moving. And given the odor, it wasn't hard to guess what it was.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"And there's our prey.\" He says, crouching to hide better and moving slower to lessen his sound, \"You could probably beat it to death with your bare hands all things considered.\" He chuckles quietly, \"If you keep it distracted I can take it out, that is if you don't kill it first.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"Then ready yourself mortal. I don't have the means or intent to hide.\"\n\n*Kaalzyr stepped forward, walking towards the cave mouth as he drew his axe.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Within the cave, something stirred. A thudding sound, not nearly as loud as that of Kaalzyr's walking, echoed off the rocky walls of the cave mouth. A shape reflected a bit of sunlight that poured into the cave, and as it emerged with a monstrous roar, it became clear what it was. Nine feet of muscle encased in shaggy black fur, a cruel maw with an ape-like face and three black eyes in its forehead. This was the troll they had come for. It slammed the ground with its thick, tree trunk-like arms and began barreling towards Kaalzyr.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He remains in the shadows, mostly obscured, his poleaxe readied to do the troll in, if it goes as planned. He barely moves, simply watching, waiting"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Turning the head of his axe towards the flat side, Kaalzyr stepped towards the troll and, with a mighty swing, swung it into the troll's body.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Blood spurted from its maw as it tumbled backwards, but it managed to claw at the ground and slow itself down, bellowing again with bestial anger as its teeth had been broken and crooked. Already, the wounds in its mouth were bleeding slower and slower, the teeth shifting back into position. Its regenerative powers were kicking in. At least at first. The smell of singed hair filled the air, as the troll's face suddenly caught fire. Kaalzyr's axe was enchanted.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"FIre. Good.\" He whispers, before rushing out of the shadows and stabbing the troll in the chest with his poleaxe's spearhead. He drove the troll into the ground, wiggling and twisting the blade to make the wound larger, before pouring a bit of high proof alcohol in the wound to set it ablaze."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The troll struggled and thrashed violently with its arms as its fur fueled the flames, and the high proof alcohol only made them burn hotter. Its regenerative powers ceased, smoke billowing into the air. The grass and leaves underneath it started to ignite. Its movements slowed down as it grew weaker, the fire covering more and more of its body. This, until at last, its movements had ceased. The troll went limp, still burning with the fire, now dying down without fuel. Death had claimed the beast.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr seemed to be 'watching' intently, or at least he was paying attention to the troll's death throes.*\n\n\"It is done. I'm sure you already have a knife.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He places his hand right under the plade of the poleaxe, using the long spearhead as a knifed and slicing fat off the body, placing it in a wooden bowl and covering it with a cloth, \"This'll do. Let's get back to Largashbur. I hope I get to meet the fool of a chieftain who earned Mauloch's ire.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"I already know this mortal is in for an unpleasant time.\"\n\n*With that, Kaalzyr began walking back to the southwest in the direction the two came from, towards the stronghold of Largashbur. He sheathed his axe once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He followed, using his polearm as a walking staff. He was quite interested in what Malacath had in store for this clan"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Like the outward trip, the trek back to Largashbur took roughly fifteen minutes, a bit faster knowing where they'd been and where to go exactly. As they arrived, the orcs on the walls noticed and opened the gates for the duo to enter. The giant's corpse remained along the tree line, buzzing slightly with newly-attracted flies. Atub appeared first, expecting the arrival.*\n\n\"I take it you were able to find some troll fat?\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Easily.\" He said, handing over the bowl of fat, \"I'd like to stay for the ritual, if that is okay.\" He didn't know much about Malacath, all things considered, and was very interested in getting a deeper view of his heritage"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Excellent! Please, come with me. You both are part of this now. You must be present for the ritual. I shall get our chieftain.\"\n\n*Atub eagerly took the bowl of troll fat, walking over to the nearby table and retrieving the bowl with the daedra heart in it. She walked towards the longhouse, carrying both bowls and speaking to a figure that had not been there earlier. An orc carrying a warhammer of orichalcum, donning the brutal plate armor that signified its creators. Chieftain Yamarz himself. Atub gestured for Odvan and Kaalzyr to follow her as she led the chieftain towards a nearby altar.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr nodded, walking towards the altar with a blank expression on his face.*\n\n\"And so the ritual is to begin.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I'm excited.\" He says, bowing his head in respect toward the chieftain, only a show, he didn't actually respect Yamarz, not after what he'd seen."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Atub led the three to the altar, a stone slab built outside the longhouse. On the altar were a small assortment of orichalcum weapons and armor pieces as offerings, and overlooking it was a wooden post with a deer skull. Atub spoke up, looking towards Yamarz.*\n\n\"It is time.\"\n\n*Yamarz responded quickly, visibly annoyed.*\n\n\"You bring an outsider and a towering Daedra here, and now you insist I call on Malacath for help, when he has clearly forsaken me? You try my patience, Atub.\"\n\n*Atub replied bluntly.*\n\n\"Doing nothing will not grant our tribe relief from this curse. We must try.\"\n\n*Yamarz groaned loudly.*\n\n\"Fine. Let's get this over with.*\n\n*With that, Atub produced the bowls, and from her robes she pulled out a carved stone bearing the etching of an eye, caked a bit with dried blood. She set it on the altar, using two fingers to scoop a bit of troll fat and smear it onto the stone. From the other bowl she produced the daedra heart, squeezing it slightly until blood flowed and dripped onto the altar, and she placed it next to the stone. Then, she fell to her knees and began to pray.*\n\n\"Now, we begin the ritual. Great Mauloch, we beseech you. Aid us in our time of need...\"\n\n*Yamarz spoke up.*\n\n\"Why are we bothering with thi-\"\n\n*Yamarz was cut off by a disembodied voice. It was loud and rough, and a presence fell over the altar.*\n\n**\"You pathetic weakling!\"**\n\n*Yamarz was shocked, taken aback. Atub did not flinch.*\n\n\"Who is that?\"\n\n*Atub spoke aloud.*\n\n\"Mauloch has heard my pleas! He speaks to us!\"\n\n*Malacath's voice didn't acknowledge Atub. It was focused entirely on the chieftain.*\n\n**\"You dare summon me, Yamarz?\"**\n\n*Yamarz replied in a disbelieving voice.*\n\n\"What? What is this!\"\n\n*The voice of the Lord of Monsters bellowed again, more intensely. The ground shook slightly. The presence of the Daedric Prince filled the air.*\n\n**\"You don't deserve to call yourself an Orc! You're weak, you're small, and you're an embarrassment! You let giants, GIANTS, overrun my shrine! Bring me their leader's club as an offering, and I might release you from this curse!\"**\n\n*As quickly as it had come, the voice and the power of Malacath faded. His attention had turned away. Atub called aloud.*\n\n\"So it will be. Malacath has spoken, Yamarz. Your path is clear.\"\n\n*Atub stood up, and with the ritual over, began to clean up the altar. Yamarz looked over to Kaalzyr and Odvan, walking over towards the longhouse, where he stopped beside the wall.*\n\n\"Very well... You two, come here. I want a word.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"This oughta be good.\" He says quietly to Kaalzyr, stepping toward Yamarz, \"What can I do for you, Chieftain.\" He asks plainly, looking Yamarz in the eyes"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr approached a bit closer.*\n\n\"What is it you want now, mortal?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The annoyance had not faded from Yamarz face. It had only been intensified by the revelation.*\n\n\"This is all your fault, you know. I'm stuck fighting a giant now, thanks to you two. So you're going to help me. You're going with me, and you're going to make sure I don't have any trouble reaching that giant. Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"It's our fault you failed your clan?\" He laughs, \"Money talks. Tell me how much you'll give and I'll go with you. Not sure about the Duke, here, though. Doubt a Havocrel has much use for septims.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"You are right, mortal. What good are shiny rocks to a Daedra? They are worthless. But I have another idea, once all is said and done.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"A thousand septims. A small fortune I've had stored away. It's yours if you help me. And for you, Havocrel, I offer my axe as a trophy.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr seemed amused by Yamarz' offer, but he nodded in agreement.*\n\n\"Your axe will make an acceptable trophy.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I like the sound of that.\" He says, \"Fine. My steel is yours, lead the way.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With Odvan and Kaalzyr in tow, Chieftain Yamarz began the trek to Malacath's shrine, hefting his hammer in hand.*\n\n*The trek through the forest and past Riften took around two hours. By the time the trio arrived to the location of Malacath's shrine, it was early in the afternoon. The wide cave mouth in the base of the Velothi mountains stood silent, agape, waiting. This was the place for certain- the painted rocks and the bone chimes over the entrance said it all.*\n\n*Yamarz walked towards the cave, visibly irritated.*\n\n\"Let's just get this over with. If there's a chance this will save me, then I'm taking it. I'll take the lead, but you two better back me up.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"I am unlikely to fit within these caves. Any bright ideas, mortal?\"\n\n*Kaalzyr faced Odvan, still not knowing his name.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"If Giants were able to inhabit the cave I'm sure you can, too.\" He says, \"Maybe try crouching.\" He follows Yamarz, lighting a torch to provide light."
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr sighed, and as the group entered the cave he crouched down, walking in a squat to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With Chieftain Yamarz taking the lead, the trio entered Fallowstone Cave. First the tunnel, fairly tall, or at least enough for Kaalzyr to stand up more fully, winded into the earth for a short distance, before turning right and opening into a vast chamber. On either side were waterfalls- to the left was a great drop to a lower level of the cave, and to the right was a land bridge going over the water flow. Dim light shone into the cave through holes in the ceiling, illuminating the cave somewhat, but it was nevertheless tedious to look around. There was however the faint smell of smoke, coming from somewhere in the cave.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Smoke. Guessing that's coming from a giant's bonfire.\" He says, \"Can't sneak around them, considering our present company. But they shouldn't be a problem thanks to said present company.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Yamarz nodded, though Kaalzyr said nothing else. He continued to walk along, leading over the land bridge and further into the cave. As the trio were going along, Yamarz abruptly stopped and signaled so to the others as well.*\n\n\"There's a drop here. We're climbing down.\"\n\n*And indeed, there was. The ground fell off onto a series of drops that led to the brook at the bottom of the chamber, and from there a distant light was visible. The smell of the bonfire smoke was getting stronger. Yamarz gestured for Kaalzyr and Odvan to follow, as he got to one knee and dropped down, gripping the edges of the ground and letting go to lessen the fall. He landed with a soft thud on the outcrop below, about ten or twelve feet down.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr followed behind, sitting on the ledge and dropping down with a much heavier thud. The fall to him was shorter, given his height and by extension the length of his legs.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He climbs down, following Yamarz, \"At least our giant friend can help us get out when we need.\" He says, \"That is if our giant enemies don't kill us.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Yes. The armored giant will be very helpful.\"\n\n*Dropping further down, the trio came to the brook, and following it revealed the painted stones dotting the paths. The smoke was closer, the light of the bonfire clearer. A long shadow was cast on Odvan and Yamarz, as the giant stood next to the fire, looking around with its club in hand. It hadn't yet noticed them, but it would likely see them soon.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Well. Guess we should get to purging the shrine.\" He says, charging toward the giant and taking a swing at its leg before following up with a stab"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The giant was caught mostly by surprise, and the gash in its leg began to bleed. Chieftain Yamarz rushed towards the giant with his axe, taking a swing at its other leg and getting his axe stuck in its calf, shaking it around to yank it free. Angered at the sudden attack, the giant rose its club high into the air, using all its strength to slam it into the ground. The Chieftain, focused on the fight, was knocked backwards by the force and bruised under the armor.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He pulls his poleaxe out of the giant's leg and attempts to dodge the slam, falling short and getting slammed into the wall by the force. He clutches his chest and takes a breath, seems he'll be out of commission for a short bit"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr charged at the giant while Yamarz recovered, unarmed but far from defenseless. As the giant went to swing its club, he threw a strong punch into its face, using his other hand to rip the club out of its grasp. While the giant stumbled from the force, he rose the club above his head in both hands, and brought it down onto the giant's head with such force that the wooden shaft shattered and splintered, and the giant fell to the ground, clutching its head. The giant down, Kaalzyr, drew his axe, raised it high, and brought it down onto the creature's neck. The body went limp and collapsed, and the severed and battered head rolled on the ground. Kaalzyr sheathed his axe, breathing a bit heavily. The fiery enchantment of his axe had singed the neck, and so it did not bleed.*\n\n\"There.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Yamarz too was breathing heavily, recovering from being knocked backwards. He slowly walked towards the fallen giant, hefting his axe still.*\n\n\"What kind of Daedra are you? Killing giants like that?\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He starts to get up, stumbling a bit while clutching his chest, \"He's a... Hav... Ocrel.\" His voice stammering with pain. \"Give me a bit and I'll be right as rain, chief.\" He leans on his poleaxe, \"Damn... Blunt force...\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"You are both extremely persistent for mortals. But the giants here are only forming the path of least resistance. Perhaps Malacath was serious about lifting the curse. But then again, we are not yet at the shrine, and you do not yet have the giant leader's club.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Yamarz growled at the Havocrel. Whether the speed with which he dispatched the giant, or his comment on the journey, it clearly irritated him.*\n\n\"I will be free of this curse, and you will still help me.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr faced Yamarz, still holding his axe, and his grip tightened.*\n\n\"Weigh your words carefully, mortal.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "After a short breather he was ready to move again, \"Why do the giants have to use clubs.\" He says, dusting himself off, \"Let's keep moving, I doubt Malauch likes waiting.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"The answer is simple in more ways than one. They are simple creatures, and thus their finest armaments are simple. What is more straightforward than a weight on a stick?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Yamarz again taking the lead, the path followed the brook further into the cave, and Kaalzyr followed behind. More giantish painting lined the stone walls, and bone chimes hung from the ceiling, their wooden supports wedged into cracks in the stone, held up by thin rawhide cords. Moving further along, the cave narrowed significantly into a much smaller chamber. On the left side of the chamber was a giant. It was looking at something around the wall, and did not notice the trio yet. The creature's club leaned against the stone.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He follows, keeping out of sight of the giant, setting his poleaxe on the ground quietly, he moves in, tipping the giant's club over, then dragging it away. When he feels he's sufficiently away from the giant he grabs his poleaxe"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Yamarz waited anxiously with his axe in hand, ready to ambush the giant. Once the club was away, he stood up and made his move, rushing towards the giant and driving his axe into its lower back. The giant bellowed in pain as it reached over for its club, only to grasp air. It flailed its arms and spun its torso in an attempt to strike back at Yamarz.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Glad that worked.\" He says, leaping at the giant, slamming the axehead into the giant's back, and then dragging it down as he falls"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Odvan would feel the giant's spine crack as he dug his axe into its back, and with that blow the two Orcs bested the giant by surprise. Kaalzyr said nothing, but nodded in silence. Based on his expression, he seemed a bit impressed. With the giant dead, the group continued on. Following the path further led the trio through a larger chamber filled with bleached bones, and the body of a dire bear. Flies were buzzing around it, and the blood under it was congealing. It had been dead for a little while.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I don't know Malauch that well but I feel we should be getting close.\" He says, wiping his blade off with a cloth, \"Any idea what we can expect up there?\" He asks, assuming Yamarz was at least somewhat familiar with the shrine"
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"A shrine to Mauloch and the giant I must slay.\"\n\n*Continuing on, the trio were led to two paths: one seemed to lead back to the first massive chamber, and the other led to light, an exit from the cave.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I'm guessing we go toward the light?\" He asks, \"Otherwise we're runnin in circles.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"Yes. At least there's a quick way back out of here.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"The grove is up ahead. Let's move.\"\n\n*Yamarz took the lead, walking through the tunnels towards a light. The light of the outside. Emerging from the tunnel, the trio found themselves in a snowy grove. Above and around them were cliffs and mountains sealing the grove off from any other entry. A light snow was falling, clouds obscuring the sky. Smoke billowed into the air from somewhere further into the secluded grove. As they moved further along, Yamarz spoke up.*\n\n\"Alright. I will go and slay this giant. Unless, of course, you want to make some extra gold orc? I'll even give another trophy to you, Havocrel.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"This is your fight, Chieftain. I would never take this honor from you.\" He says, \"Go, regain your honor.\" He stands back, keeping a distant eye on the grove"
}
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{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"You angered Malacath. You will be the one to appease him, mortal.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Yamarz grumbed something as he drew his axe, walking forward and further down the path.*\n\n\"Fine, then wait here. This should only take a second.\"\n\n*Rounding the bend of the path with his axe in hand, Yamarz disappeared from sight. Silence for a few moments. It was abruptly broken by Yamarz' limp body soaring into the air above where Odvan and Kaalzyr stood, colliding with a rock wall with a sickening crunch, falling a hundred feet or so before landing on the snow. The white snow was tinged red as blood seeped from his helmet.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"At least he died fighting. But now it's we who need to deal with the giant. Come.\"\n\n*There wasn't a shred of sympathy in Kaalzyr's voice, only disappointment. He led the way, holding his own axe and stepping over Yamarz' corpse. The Chieftain's axe wasn't a worthy trophy in the end.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Well I guess we gotta kill the giant ourselves.\" He says, \"Actually. I'll do it myself, I feel a bit cocky.\" He charges, slamming the axehead into the giant's shin, then sliding the blade off the leg and stabbing the calf. Strafing around the giant attacking the other leg"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As Odvan rounded the corner with Kaalzyr slowly following, he was met with the shrine of Malacath, or what the giants had turned it into. Painted rocks and bones adorned the area, and in the center was a massive bonfire. Behind the bonfire was a statue of an orc-like figure, around fifteen feet tall with a brutal-looking greatsword in his hands, adorned with a loincloth. Malacath himself, cast in stone. And, of course, there was the giant by the bonfire, still with blood on its club.*\n\n*Odvan's strike did some damage, but this one seemed a bit bigger than the others. That, and Yamarz' reckless assault had already surprised the giant- Odvan did not have such an advantage. The giant raised one of its feet into the air, driving it with all its might into the ground, shaking the earth violently for a few moments. It was angry. Enraged.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*Kaalzyr stood a short distance away, walking calmly towards the giant, even though it was pissed off and a bit taller than he was. He did not move with haste, leaving time for Odvan to act and react before he did something.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He jumps before the giant could slam the ground, protecting himself from any damage caused by the quake, as he fell he stabbed the poleaxe into the giants back, neat the right shoulder. He shouts as he enters a Rage, slamming both of his fists into the giant's head"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The rage would consume much of Odvan's thoughts, replacing them with adrenaline. Pain dulled, muscles tensed, and the only things he'd be able to feel were the sensation of his fists colliding with bone and flesh, and the muffled sound of the injuries he dealt. By the time the giant fell, its head was mutilated beyond recognition by the orc's rush of strength. It would take an excess of optimism to think for a moment that the creature could still be alive- the head was more or less destroyed. The shrine was cleared. And a familiar presence descended on Kaalzyr and Odvan.*\n\n***\"Yamarz was a fool. Always trying to scheme his way out of responsibility. But, you took care of him and the giants. Two problems solved at once.\"***\n\n*The voice of Malacath filled the grove. Commanding, powerful, and rough. But with it, a slight sense of satisfaction.*\n\n***\"Now, take Shagrol's hammer back to Largashbur, and we'll see about whipping the rest of them into shape.\"***\n\n*There, within the giant's hand, was what at first seemed like a club. Only it wasn't just a club. It was a hammer, the hammer of Shagrol. The trophy Malacath demanded.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "The rage passes, his breathing calms. He takes a cloth out of his bag and cleans the blood from his hands. He retrieves his poleaxe then grabs Shagrol's Hammer. \"Come.\" He says to Kaalzyr, \"I have a clan to take charge of.\" His voice was serious, his expression determined."
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"You orcs make excellent warriors. It is no secret to me that Malacath values such strength. I might have served him before, but he has little interest in warriors beyond his 'people.' But, you are right. Let's leave.\"\n\n*Kaalzyr followed behind as the two left, looking for a brief moment at the destroyed giant's head and, for a second, he smiled. A grim, sadistic smile. And then he turned back, walking behind the orc.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The journey back to Largashbur took sometime. Since first arriving to the stronghold, it had been roughly two or three hours. The return trip took the two back through Fallowstone Cave, using the previously seen shortcut to avoid climbing the rocks. From there, it was a fairly long walk through the wilderness. Past trees and wild game and Riften, until at long last, around late afternoon, they arrived once more to the gates. One of the archers atop the wall called into the stronghold.*\n\n\"Atub! The Daedra and outsider return!\"\n\n*The gates were opened, and the stronghold eagerly awaited their words.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Yamarz is dead. Fell in combat... If you could call it that.\" He says, lifting Shagrol's Hammer into the air. \"I have claimed Shagrol's hammer for Malacath.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Atub approached, having been standing by Malacath's shrine in the stronghold.*\n\n\"So... Yamarz died well then? Good, good...\"\n\n*The voice of Malacath bellowed once more, all the orcs turning to the shrine with reverence.*\n\n***\"Yamarz was a weakling and a coward. His deceitful ways have cost you all greatly.\"***\n\n*Atub turned to the shrine as well, visibly concerned.*\n\n\"So he has been punished. And what of us? What fate shall we suffer?\"\n\n*Malacath replied.*\n\n***\"You'll have to prove yourselves, but I'm willing to give you a chance.\"*** \n\n*The full attention of the Daedric Prince was turned to Odvan, still clutching Shagrol's hammer.*\n\n***\"You, place that hammer on the shrine. You're the only one who's proven worthy in all of this...\"***\n\n*The shrine eagerly awaited Odvan. The antlers of the deer skull decoration would make a fine holder for the hammer.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He walks over to the shrine, placing the hammer upon it. He remains silent, waiting for Malacath to speak first"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*No more words were spoken yet, but something curious happened. The presence seemed to recede, or shift, and the hammer shuddered slightly. Its form twisted and bended, moving and growing and shrinking. Power was tangible in the air. Magicka. For a few moments, it seemed as if the hammer would erupt like Red Mountain. But it didn't. Instead, it changed. Where once was a common orichalcum hammer, there was a cruel and powerful implement of destruction. A hammer of ebony that radiated a demonic red glow, its head scaled and spiked and embodying the concept of pain in many forms. The voice of Malacath spoke.*\n\n***\"I give you Volendrung, the Hammer of Might. Neither flesh nor stone will stand in your way. Use it well, Odvan. You are my champion.\"***\n\n*The presence disappeared, leaving the mighty hammer awaiting its new master. The power that was in the air now flowed into Odvan's body. His muscles swelled with vigor, his anger intensified within his heart, his skin thickened. The orc was invigorated by Malacath's blessing.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "*The Havocrel smiled at the spectacle before him. It was not often you witnessed a Daedric Prince choosing their champion, after all.*\n\n\"Odvan... Ha! You know, I liked you better when I didn't know your name, mortal.\"\n\n*Without another word, the Havocrel turned away, walking to leave the stronghold. He still had to find a fitting champion for Boethiah.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"You're welcome back any time, Duke.\" He looks over to Atub, \"As Champion of Malacath and savior of your clan I am claiming the title of Chieftain.\" He says, with an official tone to his voice, picking up the hammer, inspecting it, getting used to its weight."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"We are honored to serve you, champion.\"\n\n*Atub, and the other orcs of the stronghold, knelt before Odvan. Their chieftain, their champion. An extension of the will of Malacath. They remained kneeling for a few moments, before Atub stood up and spoke.*\n\n\"What will you do now, Chief Odvan?\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Although he is not here, I'm granting Duke Kaalzyr the title of Blood-Kin. He may come and go as he pleases. Those who wish to leave the Stronghold may do so whenever they wish and will not be branded as City Orcs. Outside of those minor rule changes, nothing much will change.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"As you wish. We will spread word of his status to the other strongholds. Now, unless you have other requests, I shall return to tending Malacath's shrine here.\"\n\n*The rest of the orcs returned to their duties. Some began tending the walls again, the Forge-Wife returned to the forge, and the stronghold resumed its work. Things were coming, and the champion of Malacath would be the one to brave the worst for his people.*"
}
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{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "Out in the wilds, the sun has faded behind the mountains. A purple hue can be seen, but the starts shine bright and the two moons behind to peak their bodies over the horizon.\n\nFrogar had a camp, a bit off the road in a secluded spot. Not hard to miss, but not easy to spot. Frogar had hunted some rabbits and killed a deer. Decent kills, he had plans on selling the meat, hide, and the antlers when he made his way towards Riften. But for now he had some of the deer meat roasting in some sort of stew, with vegetables, spices, and some other ingredients cooking in the small pot. \n\nFrogar had a warm smile on his face, he never got sick of this. A chilly night, yet the warm fire, the hot food he was about to eat, as well as a trusty bottle of ale would keep the Nord nice and warm."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "The young vampire was walking aimlessly through the woods, whether in search for a meal or to travel away from the main roads was unknown. Her cloak laid neatly upon her shoulders, her hood resting down as normal during the night hours.\n\nShe was absorbed in her thoughts it seems as she barely registered she was close to another person. She blinked back to reality as she stared at the camp, stopping right before the light would shine on her.\n\n**\"Hello there\"** She said after a moment, stepping into the light, now with her hood up. **\"Sorry for stumbling upon your camp, I'm just traveling.\"** She assured the man, not wanting to seem a threat in anyway."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He looked up at the woman. But he had a friendly smile.\n\n\"Nonsense traveler. Come sit by the fire if need be. No shame in resting one's feet. The Rift can get chilly at this time. I'f you wait long enough, you might be able to try some of my venison stew!\" Frogar beckoned Amari to sit by the fire.\n\n\"Question is, what's a lass like you wandering around in the woods at night. If you don't mind me asking.\" Frogar raised a brow.\n\n\nFrogar knew something was off, could he's paranoid but you always had to be on edge with any traveler. Didn't mean to outcast them or don't treat them with respect, but don't turn your back on them or give them a hug. Might be a bandit or a thief waiting to steal your valuables. Frogar had been on the road for many years, he knew not everyone was like him."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She seemed taken aback for a moment, not used to this kind of treatment. She slowly treaded over and sat down, keeping a respectable distance from him. \n\n**\"Ah, I'm just trying to get back to Riften. I found traveling away from the main roads can be safer.\"** She shrugged gently. She lowered her hood, truthfully only a tinge of red colored her grey eyes, and her barely unnatural paleness gave away to her vampirism. \n\n**\"It's also faster once you've traveled the woods enough.\"** She added after a moment. She seemed almost shy, like she hasn't spoken to someone in a lengthy period of time."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Riften's not far from here... But I agree. Roads are not as safe anymore. Not with the lazy, payed off guards. Damn Black-Briars. A part of me will happily accept a life sentence if it mean taking out the head of the family to end their corruption. My advice, stay away from them. Nothing but trouble... Riften would be a better place if the town wasn't in the pocket of that foul woman.\" Frogar balled a fist.\n\nHe then took a deep breath.\n\n\"Sorry, just don't like Riften as much. My father used to talk all about the town before the Briars... Seemed more... Lawful. But don't listen to my rambles. Stew should be ready in a few minutes, if you're not a vegetarian that is.\" Frogar leaned forward to stir the stew."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She pursed her lips gently. She's seen more than her fair share of the things Maven has paid the guild to do, and truth be told she didn't like or agree with Maven in the slightest. However, she wasn't paid to express her thoughts on Maven's political campaign.\n\n**\"I... Understand your view point. Maven is not the easiest person to agree with.\"** She conceded at that, **\"And the corruption is pretty bad.\" \n\nShe paused **\"Ah, I am sadly vegetarian. I'm sure it tastes lovely though, and I appreciate your hospitality.\"**"
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"You sure you're not a Green Pact Bosmer?\" Frogar stared at her, almost as she offended him.\n\nBut his face soon broke into laughter.\n\"I joke. Nothing wrong with that, everyone has their own preference for food. Can't judge them. Just the way it is. But, if we ever happen to cross paths. I'll be sure to whip up some of my vegetable soup with rice. Really some good stuff.\" Frogar chuckled as he poured himself a bowl.\n\n\"You a native to Skyrim?\" He asked as he would blow on a spoonful of the Stew before taking a bite."
},
{
"author": "lumi07",
"message": "**\"I am, I was born on a farm close to Windhelm.\"** She spoke softly, before cracking a rare smile **\"How about you? What brings you out to this wilderness, if you don't mind my questioning.\"** \n\nShe was truly interested in the man, it was rare to see someone this kind to a stranger. He made her feel safe to open up, a rare thing for her to feel nowadays."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"I was born in a home between the two holds, Windhelm and the Riften. Had a homestead where my father hunted and my mother was simple housewife but she did more than keep the house clean.\" Frogar explained.\n\n\"You a mercenary? Look the type... Or maybe a merchant... Can't tell these days.\" He asked about her line of work."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She blinked, and thought for a moment **\"I'm a type of merchant. For the odd wares.\"** She answered. She wasn't technically lying, she did seal some stolen items to people under the pretense they truly aren't stolen. **\"But I do do the odd job for some coin.\"** Also not a lie."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Ah.\" Frogar nodded.\n\nFrogar continued to eat his Stew.\n\n\"Got any family near these parts? Husband? Wife? If you don't wanna share, fine by me. Just wondering.\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She frowned slightly, clasping her hands **\"I... Used to. My father. He's long gone by now.\"** She sighed **\"And no, I'm a bit too young for marriage in my opinion.\"** She looked to him **\"And you?\"** She asked softly."
}
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{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Haha! I am Frogar Axe-man. I don't need to explain myself do I?\" He boasted, he puffed his chest out proudly. His two axes by his side.\n\n\"Amari, that is a good name. If I had a daughter, might name her after you! Hahahah! I kid kid... Still a good name eh?\" He once again joked with her.\n\nHe then finished up the bowl and began to pour more.\n\n\"Listen. If you ain't feeling like walking the rest of the way to Riften. You're more than welcome to put a bedroll by the fire. I'll make sure nobody messes with us.\" He offered his campsite to her."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She laughed, covering her mouth as she smiled *\"Oh I suppose you could name your daughter worse names. And your name truly is a fitting one.\"*\n\nShe melted slightly at the offer. She has very rarely seen this type of kindness in strangers, and she's strangely warmed that there are still kind people in Skyrim. *\"Thank you for such the kind offer, but I have to get to Riften quickly. Work is truly demanding.\"*\n\nNot only that, but she had to feed soon. And staying by a living breathing person, especially someone who showed her such kindness, wasn't a good idea. And feeding on the guards would surely bring her problems. So she still had to search for the odd bandit camp."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Well then friend, I suggest you start moving. The darker it gets, the more of the creeps and monsters start to come out. They don't like the light like you and I, they hate it. Which is why I keep some cloves of garlic on me. They hate garlic! Haha!\" He chuckled.\n\n\"Keep on the roads, avoid the forts around here. Guards are too lazy to gather a force to clear them out of here; horrible people. Safe travelers friend, hope we run into each other again.\" He waved."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She smiled gently, a small giggle bubbling up her throat if not for the insent hunger crawling up her spine *\"I'll keep my eyes open.\"* She nodded, her smile turning into one of gratitude rather than amusement \n\n*\"Thank you for your kindness, if you ever find yourself in Riften, know you have a friend there.\"* She waved back before trudging back into darkness she emerged from."
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*The two continued onward as the late noon sun casted rays through the trees. Dotty's spectral wolf followed closely and thankfully, the howls seemed to become more distant with each passing minute.* \n\n\"So.. How long does it usually take to get to whiterun? Are we going to set up camp? Or try to make it in one shot? Is the city as big as people say it is?\"\n\n*Dotty asked another onslaught of questions, one after another. Not even giving Neyna time to answer the first.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Depends, camping too often will eat through our supplies. Still, we don't want to over exhaust ourselves. Once it gets dusk; we'll make camp. Traveling at night isn't safe... Dangerous creatures like to hunt; it's not the Wolves or other animals I worry about.\" Neyna would explain her thoughts on camping, if they kept a good pace. They would reach the more humid area of Skyrim, following the road they would pass into a forest and follow up River. They would have to worry about a few forts more than likely over-taken by the outlaws or other criminals that formed gangs to hold out in the abandoned or overtaken forts and structures that lied nearby the main road. Hopefully they didn't have to deal with them.\n\nAt most, should be a four-day journey. That's counting if they are slowed by small rests to snack, relive themselves, or if they run into trouble or need shelter from rain.\n\nThe quickest would be a day and a half if they were on a quick pace. But Neyna had to think of walking with Dottie, whom seemed like she wouldn't be used to long adventures.\n\n\"I say around four-days almost. We got a lot of ground to cover. Whiterun, I've never been there before. I've only been in Falkreath. Came from the border not too long ago.\" Neyna added"
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "2 days and a half****("
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty nodded at her guesstimation on how long it would take to get to Whiterun. When walking to Riften, it would take her a full day and a half to get there, but that's because she didn't charge across the landscape like a madman. Thankfully her weekly walks to Riften helped her out with staying in shape. Noticably, Dotty was keeping decent pace with Neyna for the time being.* \n\n\"I always wanted to visit Falkreath, I hear the forest there is really pretty during the springs.\" \n\n*She paused for a second as she re-ran Neyna's words in her mind.*\n\n\"By dangerous creatures, you mean like bandits right?\""
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty looked over to Neyna and tilted her head.* \n\n\"A fire? Well... Just pile a bunch of sticks.\"\n\n*She made an \"A\" Shape with her hands*\n\n\"Pile them into a little tent like this and you should be able to use your fire magic to start it, no?\""
},
{
"author": "vexx_of_sloth",
"message": "Sorry for the lag, I should be free for a while now"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Yes, though some kindling is also good to bring. Makes making the fire even easier without having to use too much magic; or if you're in a bad storm. Wood Shaving, paper, or coth will work.\" She would give a nod.\n\nTo a dead tree, she used a Dagger to cut some bark off and she would them cut them into thin little sheets before placing them under the tent made.\n\nOnce made, Neyna would concentrate on making a tiny flicker of flames in her palm and gently place her hand onto the kindling. Making a fire slowly build up.\n\n\"We should find some thicker wood. Then we'll be set for night. \" She added."
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty seemed to pout a little at her failed attempt to find some burnable wood. She then looked back over her left shoulder before standing up to approach Neyna.*\n\n\"Unfortunately... No success. Wood seems a little too wet to burn. Maybe we could try to burn the smaller stuff and cook the moisture out? It may take longer to catch, but if we keep the fire got enough with smaller things, maybe the bigger logs will start?\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Good idea... By the Eight I hope we can get some fire going.\" She gave a nod to the Breton.\n\nNeyna would attempt to gather as much smaller sticks or branches as possible so they could begin on making a fire to dry out the wood. Hopefully before night fully falls."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty followed suit and gathered up smaller sticks and branches around the area, filling up her one arm. After a few minutes, she had herself a plethora of twigs, which she brought next to the campfire they had already going. After, Dotty started to comb the area again, searching in a bigger circle.* Eventually, she finally found something that might help them out.* \n\n{Roll-20} \"Hey! COME HERE. Look what I found!\"\n\n*Dotty would be standing just past the tree like, only her upper body being seen over some bushes. As Neyna approached, she would find that Dotty got lucky with a log roughly 5 feet long and 2 feet wide. It seemed to be relatively dry too.*"
},
{
"author": "vexx_of_sloth",
"message": "**Dry log discovered. Magical chest opening noises**"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She would come over and kneel, feeling the wood and examined it. Rubbing her fingers and checking the wood.\n\n\"We can split the wood, make it last longer and cook better. Good find.\" She gave Dotty a pat on the shoulder and would pick up the heavy log. \n\nShe would use her shield to crack open the log, then used her sword to carve out the wood into three pieces. An axe would make it a fair easier a less messy job but it's all she had."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "\"By the divines!\"\n\n*Dotty said as her brow furrowed* \n\n\"I was sure that it would take both of us to move it.. Remind me not to piss you off..\"\n\n*Dotty walked back over to the fire and threw a few more sticks into the fire as Neyna brutally assaulted the log she found. By now, the area around them fell under a light shadow as the sun offered a few final moments of light as it disappeared over the horizon.*"
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty smiles at the compliment before sitting on the log and sipping on her tea.*\n\n\"At least I learned something from all the books I've read... Learned this one from some herbalist guide I bought off a wandering trader.. Now if only I knew ice magic... Cold tea is so much better I've heard.\"\n\n*She crossed one leg over the other and planted an elbow on her knee and cupped her cheek in the palm of her hand.*\n\n\"Ever had an interest in alchemy? Seems to be a rarity in Skyrim... In all the travelers I've met over the last couple years, I have yet to meet an alchemist. I think it's a useful skill to have.\" \n\n*She looked down at the ground as and her smile seemed to fade to a more sorrowful look as requiem waves dance in her mind.*"
},
{
"author": "vexx_of_sloth",
"message": "So sorry i thought I replied"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"I learned a bit of it... Never really had much of a love for it. Just a handy skill when you get sick or have a injury and need to make something to keep you from dying.\" Neyna gave a shrug and drank more of the tea.\n\nBack then, it was sort of required for everyone in her family to have basic knowledge. That way if their potion master wasn't at camp or busy. They could give their member a better chance at recovering."
}
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{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna stood up gave a stretch and cracked her neck. \n\n\"Let's pack up and go... We got a lot of walking.\" She would agree.\n\n[Some time after packing camp...]\n\nOnce they were all packed up, Neyna would be ready to leave their camp spot and make their way to the hotter region of Skrim, then make their way to Whiterun.\n\n[Quick Question, would you mind if I threw another OC with the party? A knight sort of person?]"
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty didn't really have much to pack up, but she did help out regardless. After, she slung her bow over her shoulder along with her satchel and started to follow Neyna. They walked along the trail until they reached the edge of the rift, where mountains turned into a valley of geysers and heated pools of water. The view took Dotty by surprised as she never seen this part of Skyrim before.*\n\n\"Wow.. Quite the view huh?\"\n\n*She mentioned as she looked over the landscape and back to Neyna.* \n\n\"I heard a lot of people stop here, good place to freshen up. Never thought I would get to see it for myself... We travel... East now? Right?\" \n\n*She asked as she continued down the trail of the mountain*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She would pull out a map and trace their path with a finger. Tapping it at a water fall.\n\n\"We'll follow the mountains, pass a fort, than make our way past a bridge... Then hike up towards a waterfall.\" Neyna explained, folding the map up.\n\n\"Come on, don't want to run into something.\" She motion Dotty to follow."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty peeked over Neyna's shoulder as she went over the map and followed along the route she traced with her finger. The map impressed her as it appeared to be a rather detailed map, but wasn't like the standard hand drawn maps you see around skyrim*\n\n\"Oh wow, you draw that one yourself? Another skill you learned? Or did you buy it?\"\n\n*She smiled while following her lead, though she was rather concerned with the fort they would have to cross. Even though there was a war, many forts were left abandoned and were taken up by shifty people*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"I'm no artist... But no I bought the map. You got to find the right people. This technically a Imperial Legion Map. Very detailed, not for civilian use. But if you talk to the right person, a bit of money and maybe a cute complement. You get a very detailed and up to date map.\"\nShe explained to Dotty as they walked.\n\n\"My friend I had back then, he used to draw maps. I was too young to understand why detail in maps were so important. He would spend months away from camp heading off and entering every cave, or whatever he found. He would try to make marker for everything and he was very skilled at it. His maps were on par with the world's best map makers.\" Neyna began to fall into nostalgia."
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*She seemed to frown a bit as Neyna explained that the map was bought. She didn't know why she was expecting her to draw a map. Seems like something a nomad would do. Maybe she was just being overzealous.* \n\n\"Oh.. I see, It's got to be better than what I do. I just go off memory... Got me lost more times than a care to admit.*\n\n*She chuckled bashfully as she listened to Neyna continue.*\n\n\"I think it would be a cool job. Making maps that is. Not only do you get to do something that helps people, but you get to adventure too. Maybe I'll be a map maker inst...\"\n\n*[Roll 8] Dotty was quickly cut off by an arrow that ~wizzled~ past her face, shaving a few strands of hair off her bangs. She then looked up to where the arrow had come from to see a man on a ridge knocking another arrow.*\n\n\"Oh hey... That man is shooting at us...\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna would grab Dotty and throw her into cover.\n\n\"Stay down!\" She yelled.\n\nNeyna than would get into cover next to her, sliding to some rocks.\n\nWith no weapons in hand... She would then concentrate with her hands. Soon, a flicker of flame... Then it grew and grew. It grew into a big ball of fire.\n\"Try this for size!\" She would mumbled and she would cast the powerful Fireball at the Archer, before retreating to cover.\n[Adept Destruction ]"
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*It took a moment for Dotty to recollect herself, but she eventually found a sence of composure and pulled out her bow and knocked an arrow. Her hands were shaking. Sweat started to form on her brow and her thoughts went as fast as her heart rate. She looked over to Neyna to see her break from cover to shoot a fireball. That happened to hit the bandit in his shoulder m, throwing off his aim and sending him to the ground. As he fell, 4 other bandits came storming over the hill. Dotty broke from cover as well before sending g an arrow flying to one of the bandits charging.*\n\n*[roll 15] despite her h nerves and shaking hands, she managed to hit one of the bandits square in the chest, sending him tumbling down hill*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She would draw her sword and pull her shield. Banging her sword onto her metal shield.\n\n*Clang! Clang! Clang!*\n\n\"Gods be upon us...\" She prayed before she charged ahead.\n\nNeyna with her shield raised who charge at the one who wasn't the most armored. The bandit would throw her hand axes at Neyna, it twirled in the air and bounced off her shield. The force behind it however would stagger Neyna, but she pushed forward and with a mighty shield bash would stagger the bandit.\n\nNeyna then would thrust her sword into the Nord's stomach. It went through her and she would twist the blade before giving the Nord a heavy kick. \n\nWhile gravely injuried... She would still be in the fight!"
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*[Roll 5] *Dotty fumbled an arrow, finding it difficult to knock one, plus the threat of seeing Neyna directly charge made her nerves no much harder to handle. She finally got an arrow knocked and brought it up to her eye. Her and shook, and as she let go of the draw string, she found the arrow flying way too high, landing half way up the hill.* \n\n\"God damn it!!\"\n\n*She cried out as the other 3 bandits start to surround Neyna.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "As the bandits began to get closer, she knew she had to finish off the bandit she was working with.\n\nShe would attempt to kick in the leg of the bandit. But her kick wasn't enough.\n\nShe would however follow up with a shield bash which completely staggered the bandit.\n\nNeyna would then slash her sword down into the shoulder of the bandit. Finishing her off with a slash to the neck, blood spraying onto Neyna.\n\nThe three bandits would charge at her, Neyna had to switch to a more defensive stance.\n\nNeyna was able to block a heavy hit with a mace, but one managed to use his body to push her back and stagger Neyna. While she was stunned, she would get a slash on her side that went through her armor a bit. It made it more of a gash rather than a damaging blow, Neyna blood began to leak on her left side."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*[Roll 16] As Neyna took a slash to the side, another bandit that was armed with a steel great sword went for an overhead swing. Dotty, who knocked an arrow and steadied her breath, shot an arrow before he could fully commit to the attack and stuck the bandit right through the neck. The bandit let out an audible \"Guuuulkkk!\" Before falling to his knees, dropping the sword, and holding the arrow with both hands. Now there was one bandit left.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna would parry with her shield, a loud clang of metal would echo.\n\nNeyna would then slash her sword on the bandit's chest. Blood painting her sword.\n\nThe bandit however would with a heavy swing knock her sword out of her hands.\n\nDespite Neyna trying to avoid the attack, she would be grabbed by the neck and lifted up by the Orc.\n\nNeyna's legs dangling as she was slowly going to have the life choked out of her, or her necked snapped like a twig.\n\n\"You will die Ashskin... I will watch the life leave your eyes... Then I will do the same to your friend.\" The bandit laughed as he began to squeeze harder and harder. \n\nBut... With quick thinking, Neyna would drop her shield. It momentarily distract the bandit. Giving Neyna the chance to concentrate and focus her hands to form a flicking of fire. Neyna would then blast a wave of fire directly into the Orc's face. He would suffer second degree burns before he would drop Neyna who collapsed onto the ground. Trying to get air back into her lungs. Both were stunned for now."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*As the Orc stumbles away after dropping Neyna, the Orc yells in pain as he holds his face. A second later, the Orc surprisingly starts punching himself and rages. Walking up to Neyna before picking her up and tosses her a good 12 feet.*\n\n*[Roll 23] *Dotty on the other hand, now has a little more control over her shaking hands.*\n\n\"Hey Ugly!!!\"\n\n*The Orc turns to Dotty and not a second later, An arrow embedded itself in the eye socket of the Orc, dropping it instantly. She then rushes over to Neyna's side and crouches down.*\n\n\"Are you ok??!?!\"\n\n*The man with the arrow through the neck was the only survivor and was barely clinging in to life.*"
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{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She rubbed her neck and held her side and stood up.\n\n\"I'm fine... Just need to catch my breath. I've had worse... Just not used to fighting in such a small group. I used to have three other people having my back... You're new to this... But nice shot...\" Neyna would thank Dotty.\n\n\"Let's loot their bodies... Scum like these don't deserve what they have. Let the crows feast on them.\" Neyna would then walk over to the Orc and spit on his corpse.\n\n—-\n\nShe then noticed that the one with the arrow his neck was still kicking and would shove her sword into the man, twisting the blade to finish him off.\n\nNeyna would then wipe her face off with a cloth but forgot she was bleeding. She would open her satchel and pulled out a healing potion, chugging all that was in the bottle and tossing the bottle back into her satchel.\n\nHer wound soon healed and the brusies around her neck soon faded."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "\"Thank you... To think I only missed one shot...\"\n\n*Her stomach soon began to churn as she quickly placed both hands up to her mouth and her cheeks quickly puffed out. She then turned away as she expelled the tea they had for breakfast. Obviously, it was the first time she had killed anyone... Well not one, three to be exact... It took her a moment to regain composure but she soon stood up as Neyna finished off the last one. After she looked at Neyna before apologizing*\n\n\"Sorry about that... I never kill...\"\n\n*Her cheeks puffed out again as she started round two. After, she let out a long breath.*\n\n\"You do know you didn't have to waste that potion. I could have healed you.\" \n\n*She explained as she wiped her mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She was so used to death, but she remembered her first time killing somebody was stabbing a mercenary in the back, she'll never forget the Breton's expression and how the life left her eyes, the blood that stained her hands. Neyna didn't vomit like how Dotty did. But she did freeze up a bit, until her father told her to get herself together.\n\n\"Won't be your last... You uh... Get used to it.\" Neyna tried being supportive.\n\nShe had forgotten that Dotty knew a good bit of Restoration magic. But she wasn't used to having a personal healer.\n\n\"Oh yeah... Well I'll remember next time... Let's just get out of here before more show up.\" Neyna told Dotty as she began looting the corpse.\n\nNeyna on the one she finished off, found nothing besides 5 septims.\n\n\"Cheap ass...\" She mumbled."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty looked at the bodies and she instantly started to feel sick again, luckily this time she didn't puke.*\n\n\"I.. Don't think I want to get use to it. That sounds scary. And uhh.. I think I'll let you do the looting..\"\n\n*She expressed as if she didn't want to go anywhere near the bodies. Apart of her was thankful she didn't have to get close and personal like Neyna did. In a way it was easier for her to do it at a distance.* \n\n\"I'm ready whenever you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Would loot more of the bodies... Only finding a bit more gold and a nice necklace that would maybe sell for a decent price.\n\n\"Yeah let's keep moving.\" Neyan would motion Dotty to follow. So they could continue their way."
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{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna looked back, noticing that Dottie was looking pale. Neyna was waiting for the Breton to throw her guts up, she knew that this would happen. Not that Dottie was weak, but she was not mature. That's what happens when you spend most of your life in one town.\n\nNeyna knew that the world outside... Was horrible. Neyna knew that Dottie would not be used to the way it truly is. Her only hope is that Dottie can adjust.\n\n\"Come on, think about some bunnies or flowers or something... Something that makes you happy.\" Neyna suggested."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*She remained quiet, even when Neyna mentioned flowers and bunnies. None the less, she followed along in silence. That was until she finally spoke up.*\n\n\"I get that they would have killed us.. But how do people fall into such lives? Do they just wake up one day and decide that they want to rob and kill people?\"\n\n*Of course, Dotty was rather naive about the world outside of her village.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"There's... No straight answer...\" Neyna paused.\n\n\"Some do it because they were born into it... Some are forced to... Others may be too far in to run from it... Some people are not right in the mind; they get sadistic pleasure from hurting or killing people. Others... Might just want to live free.\" Neyna explained as best as she could... There was never really one clear answer. They're many reasons why people would live such lives.\n\n\"Answer me this... Which is easier. Maintaining a farm, working hard everyday, earning honest gold... Or robbing a Unarmed farmer with five men at your side?\" She asked her a question, in hopes she would see what she meant.\n\n[Time skip soon, to add another party member?]"
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*She listened carefully as Neyna explained it in simple terms. She understood for the most part but came to a conclusion.*\n\n\"I guess... Robbing people would be easier if you are ok with the reward.. I guess it comes down to morals... I was a farmer... Kind of... Before I lived at the Inn.. I don't think I'll ever fall so low..\" \n\n*She mentioned as she crossed her arms and continued.*\n\n[Time skip.Exe]"
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "[Some hours later...]\n\nThe patch of forest began to become less lush. No more well packed with trees, up ahead they could barely see the clearing as well as the geysers or as some nords would call it \"Hot springs\".\n\nThe sun was above them, making it around miday for the two. But as they began to walk, Neyna spotted a body ahead of them.\n\n\"Whoa... Keep guard... I don't like this.\" She told Dotty.\n\nNeyna would draw her sword and slowly make her way up the road."
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty followed close behind with an arrow at the ready. Passing by the corpses, she couldn't help but look Into their faces. Some rests peacefully. Others had their faces twisted in pain and fear. Shedding a little bit of light on what their final thoughts might have been before they died. Eventually they came up to what appeared to be some sort of knight, the sun gleaming off the metal as the rays danced in-between the trees.*\n\n\"... The bandits seem to be more active as of late... Two encounters in one day...\"\n\n*Dotty softly mentioned as she kneeled down and places her hand slightly above the knights corpse just like in the game.* (Lol) \n\n\"This person fought all of them by himself? Or were there others?\"\n\n*She wondered to herself before standing back up and looking to the surrounding tree lines.* \n\n\"If only we could give him a proper burial...\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "As Dotty reached her hand, the knight would reach up and grab her wrist. He weakly looked up.\n\n\"I'm not... Done yet...\" He groaned, it was clear he was on his last legs."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna was starlted but would have her sword ready, for now the man seemed to have good intentions; he was too weak to be considered a threat. But still, she didn't trust him."
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*As her arm was grabbed, Dotty let out a yell. Wiggling her arm to try to shake off the knights arm*\n\n\"Aghh!! Dead body is grabbing me!! Ewww! Get it off! Get it off!!\"\n\n*She shook her entire arm more violently until the knight finally let go and she took a step back. It took her a second to realize he was still alive.* \n\n\"Wait... He isn't a dead body... HE IS STILL ALIVE!!\"\n\n*Dotty clapped her hands together once before rubbing one palm into the other. Once she separated her hands, they started to illuminate with a golden glow.*\n\n\"Let me help you, hold on..\""
},
{
"author": "vexx_of_sloth",
"message": "*Throws un-popped popcorn at Hal*"
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "Throws the kernel into a microwave."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Soon his wounds healed, his blood still stained his armor but he was now fine. He was however close to death, it would take some getting used to but he felt like he just got up from a nap.\n\n\"I owe you one... I am Aerin the Unbreakable; mentally not physically.\" He clarified.\n\n\"What brings you two out on these roads, as you can clearly see. They're not safe anymore...\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna would sheath her sword, chuckling at his clarification.\n\n\"We're heading to Whiterun. This little lady wants to become a bard. We got a long away to go...\" She gave a truthful answer."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"Well, I too was heading to Solitude... Perhaps we may cross paths once more.\" He gave a nod."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty nodded at the knight's thankfulness and offered a slight bow.*\n\n\"Nice to meet you Sir Aerin, I'm Dotty... Just Dotty. No need for thanks.\" \n\n*Dotty stood back up from her bow and was about to awnser the Knight before Neyna beat her to the punch.* \n\n\"Y-yeah I hear the solitude windmill is something to see... As for the roads, we took out a smaller group earlier today too... They seem to be really active lately..\" \n\n*She nonchalantly added*"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"It's the confidence that drives them... So much is going on. Jarls are more worried the safety of the cities rather than villages or the roads. Guards would have been sent to keep the roads clear of bandits, but not even the main roads are safe.\" Aerin shook his head. He would then reach for his shield and clip it to his back.\n\n\"Well, I guess we can travel together; better to stick together rather than split off. We can part ways when we reach Whiterun.\" He offered to the two."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She crossed her arms. She was indifferent to either choice. They maybe be slowed down, yet an extra sword would be nice for the journey ahead. He seemed like an alright guy, yet she still didn't trust him.\n\nShe gave Dotty a look, it was mostly up to her."
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty listened to the knight as he explained the situations on the roads. Soon after, her nose crinkled in disgust*\n\n\"Wow... That seems really selfish..\"\n\n*Dotty commented under her breath before looking to Neyna. Only to find her staring back at her. It took a minute for Dotty to realize what she was getting at. Even going as far as doing a double take.*\n\n\"Wait... You're leaving it up to me?? Why do I have to decide...\"\n\n*Dotty started to pout a bit before letting out a sigh. Though Neyna didn't trust him, Dotty was more about giving people the benefit of the doubt. Plus knights are suppose to be noble right?*\n\n\"Fiiine, I don't mind. Would be nice to have an extra sword on our side and we will take down the bandits with the powers of friendship! Yay!~\"\n\n*She joked rather sarcastically.*"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"Then it's settled, we make way for Whiterun. If you wish to loot the bodies, be my guest. They will no longer need it.\" He gave a nod and made his way to the back road."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She would give a nod and loot some of the bodies. \n\nMost of the bodies didn't have much of value besides a pouch of some gold coins. The best thing she found was a ebony Dagger, stained with blood. This must have been the weapon that wounded Aerin.\n\nOnce the bodies were looted, Neyna made way back to the main road so they could continue their way towards Whiterun"
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty swallowed her pride and managed to loot one of the bodies. Figuring she needed to get use to things like this sooner than later.*\n\n*She ran the pockets and found [roll 25: Charcoal] She sat there and stared at the lump of burnt wood with a rather unamused expression.*\n\n\"Really???! Why did he have charcoal!!\"\n\n*Dotty let out a sight before putting it in her satchel before following Neyna and Aerin down the main road.*"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"He probably used it for drawing...\" He answered German question and he would keep walking a bit ahead. \n\nNow that they were on the main road, they could continue their journey towards Whiterun."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna pulled out the map and would try to track down where they were heading. Seeing that they were getting close to leaving the birch forests of Riften and with time they would arrive towards the geysers of Skyrim, trees would become even more sparced."
},
{
"author": "pure1love",
"message": "Anyone know where to get all of the ice form shouts by chance"
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "Not the chat for that check"
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty raised her eyebrow as Aerin mentioned that the bandit could have used the charcoal she found for drawing.*\n\n\"Hmm... I see...\"\n\n*She mentioned lazily, continuing to follow beside Neyna.* \n \n\"So what's your story anyway? If we are going to travel together... I like to know who I'm traveling with. Why were you with all those bandit's? Did you have other men with you? Or did you fight them alone??\" \n\n*She questioned as her hand rested on her bow. Doing her best to be prepared for anything that might jump out at them.*"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"I'm from Cyrodiil, once apart of the Fighter's Guild... But after my Brother for an odd reason left to here... I had to search for him. For my mother's sake. I've been nearly all over and barely have any leads...\"\nHe gave his reasoning.\n\n\"I was traveling alone... I was looking for a spot to relive myself then I got jumped by the bandits. Most of them had poor weapons, my armor and shield could take the blows. But I had my guard down and one of the bandits had a special Dagger that looked to be made out of black silky metal. She got me good, but I finished her off. I ran out of potions and that would have been my end. If it weren't for the Divines and you're help. I thank you.\" He gave thanks to Dotty."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty listened intently as Aerin described the situation. She believed what he told her but remained a little curious about his brother. She looked over to Neyna to try to guess what she thought of him by reading her facial expression and looked back to Aerin.* \n\n\"Fighters guild huh? That would explain how you taken out the bandits then.. Sorry they caught you with your pants down...\" *She chuckled a little bit before continuing.* \"I would compare them to wolves, but I feel giving them such a title would be insulting to the creatures. Heh... No need to thank me though.. It was no trouble at all.. Just don't push yourself too hard, ok? Your body still uses the energy it takes to heal... All I did was sped up the process..\"\n\n*She offered a slight smile before looking back to Neyna*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"That's why you go when you know you're fully safe.\" Neyna told Aerin."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"I'll be more careful...\" He gave a nod. \n\nAerin tried his best to fight on, but Dotty was right. He was very exhausted, his armor felt heavy and his sword and shield didn't help much other. He felt like he wanted to eat... He was starving now. All of his energy that put him from near death had been spent and he felt like he had been working on a farm for 12 hours of none stop labor. But he was Unbreakable... He had to keep moving on despite his body urging him to rest."
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty pressed on, following behind Aerin while staying next to Neyna. She remained quiet, not making any further comments. She knew the Knight would feel rather drained but also knew nagging or commenting on what he should have done different wouldn't have helped. The man was just lucky to have someone waddle along that just so happemed to know some basics on restoration magic*\n\n*As the two walked, they made their way down to the lower lip of the valley where the geysers were. Continuing along the main road, they would come across a large fort off the main road. The tree person party seemed to attract the attention of some people along the wall of the fort. The people were dressed in black robes and there was a rather large number of them inside the fort. Luckily, the people along the wall just stared at the group.* \n\n\"Thoes people don't seem to be a good sign of any kind...\"\n\n*Dotty mentuoned under her breath.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Necromancers...\" Neyna mummbled."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"How can you tell?\" He asked as he tilted his head."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Who else wears robes like that, we'll be fine. They just wanna play with their bodies in peace... Hopefully they don't want to add us to their collection...\" Neyna told the group as she kept their normal pace to avoid drawing attention to themselves.\n\n\"Just keep your eyes forward and don't piss them off.\" She added."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty watched the necromancers intently after Neyna identified them. Not because she thought they would try something but because she herself had an interest in necromancy. Her gaze soon turned away from the people along the wall when Neyna said keep their eyes forward.* \n\n\"Oh.. R-right...\"\n\n*She looked back to the ground as her mind started to wander. She knew necromancy was considered taboo amongst commoners. But that didn't stop her curiosity.* \n\n\"How does one get into necromancy anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"Digusting magic... It's not right to raise the dead.\" Aerin balled a fist, if there was one thing he despised more... It was rasing the dead and making them slaves."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She took note of Aerin's anger. \n\n\"From what I've read. It's blood, a body, and a soul gem. You can raise anybody if you know what you're doing... It's a husk of who they once were but they serve you. It's... Like what Aerin said. It's not morally right to raise the dead...\" Neyna looked back at Dotty"
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{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Shei blinked a couple of times before answering. One eye stung while the other did its best to analyze the approaching person; A Nord with a satisfyingly shaped mohawk. \n\n\"Oh, *By the will of the nine*, a hand would be great, brother,\" The green one stammered, placing his pipe between his tusks as he wiped blood away from his dirtied eye. He dragged a smoke out from the pipe, pulling it away from his mouth and exhaling in a direction where the plume wouldn't smack the Nord in front of him. \n\nWith his other hand, Shei reached for the Nord's. \"May the divines bless you and your kind heart. You... *Ahem*.\" His throat was dry.\n\"You haven't seen any rabid beasts today, have you?\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "While he was talking he approached \n\n\"I've seen plenty, mostly wolves. But why do you ask?\" He crossed his arms.\n\nHe then would turn a bit to reach into his satchel and grab a healing potions.\n\"Here friend drink this, you look like you need it.\" He told him as he tossed the potion towards the Orc."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"I've been sent to take care of some territorial beasts within Honeystrand Cave... But I doubt these wolves were said *Beasts*.\" \n\nCatching the potion now that he was standing, the orc gasped that he'd be so fortunate. He pushed the corktop off with a thumb, and tilted it back. A bitter taste of bug and flower lingered in his throat, but now his thigh and head had stopped bleeding.\n\n\"I appreciate your kindness to a stranger like me,\" Shei grunted. He set the empty bottle on the treelog, wiped the blood and spit off his pipe's mouthpiece, and offered the Nord a smoke.\n\"I'm Shei-Lah. I'm usually a bard at Jorrvaskr, but my Shield-Siblings want me to toughen up. Now. What's the name of this generous Nord I speak to, and what brings him here to the wilderness?\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He would pass on the smoke.\n\n\"I am Frogar Axe-Man. It is a pleasure to meet a bard, an Orc bard at that. He introduces himself to the Orc.\n\n\"If you're thirsty still, have some of my water. If you're fine with sharing a canteen.\" He told the Orc and offered him a drink.\n\n\"That cave huh?\" Frogar looked over.\n\nIf he took the drink or not Frogar would laugh.\n\"Hahaha! I've been to many caves, if you are ready we shall slay whatever lies ahead. Come friend. Have no fear, chest up high, let's face the darkness with pride and joy!\" He would give him a slap on the shoulder to boost his confidence and began to power stomp towards the cave. A big smile on his face."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"*Frogar the Axe-Man*,\" The orc spoke aloud. \"Very good title, I'll say.\" \n\nShei liked names that sounded like they'd be in the titles of great epics or ballads. \n\n*That cave, huh?* \n\nHe nodded as he rinsed some of the canteen water in his mouth before swallowing.\n\nWhen Frogar encouraged the two to dive *Right into* The cave with a hearty shoulder slap, the orc was speechless. He really was going to walk right in? \n\nWith a quick smothering of his pipe and grab of his satchel and steel war axe, Shei caught up with Frogar. He still struggled to find a proper sentence, scoffing at himself for his shock. \n\n\"You have to forgive me, Frogar! I've been a city orc for too long, and my soul has gotten quite soft. If I wasn't in my head so much, I probably wouldn't have been bleeding like you saw me, back there. Since I *Have* The privilege of seeing such bravery in you, might I ask - What makes you so fearless when it comes to... *Slaying*?\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Any is a good time to die, better to be a true warrior and stare at the eyes of death. Then to cower infront of it. That's what my father told me anyways...\" He gave a shrug.\n\n\"But in other words, face your fears and you won't have anything to fear. It's okay to be scared, but it's better to be brave.\" He added.\n\n\"Just push ahead friend! Nothing to fear! We have each other! Haha!\" He gave a thumbs up and he kept on walking deeper into the cave."
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"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"*Mighty Malacath,*\" Shei gulped his fear down as he followed, gripping his axe firmly with his right hand, returning the thumbs-up gesture with his left.\n\n\"Y-You'll get coin out of this, I assure you. By my tusks and teeth, I'll even write you a song if we get out of this without anything broken. I mean. I can still play with broken bones... But my singing would consist mostly of sobs.\"\n\nShei wanted to let out a nervous laugh, but the sound of his voice reverberating on the rocks made him nervous. He bit his tongue, trying to find a warrior's passion like Frogar's for any possible fight ahead."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"I'm not in it for the coin, but if you assist.\" He gave a shrug.\n\nFrogar then would knee and pull out a Torch, lighting the Torch using a piece of flint and steel before they would have some sort of light to guide them.\n\n\"Keep close friend, we'll slay this mighty beast together.\" He motioned the Orc to follow as he went deeper into the cave, a big smile still on his face."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"O, I insist entirely, my friend. It's the least I can do in return for saving my luck, today. I tend to get lost in my thoughts.\"\n\nShei hesitated for a moment, squeezing his axe handle again for comfort. \"I'm the opposite in battle, weirdly, but it's like I have no other thoughts, just- tunnel vision. It scares me a lot.\"\n\nThe cave grew deeper, with the sound of honeybees buzzing around. None of them angry, thankfully. If the beasts were hundreds of bees, why in Oblivion would the Jarl ask the Companions for aid? Would they expect a group of them to start flinging fists at each bee? That'd be so stupid! Was the Rift truly *That* Corrupt?\n\nWhat could like sweet things like Honey? Not just a singular bear, *Bears*. Shei sucked in his teeth, trying to find any shapes in the distance that the torch could have illuminated. He looked towards Frogar, trying to see if there was any glimmer in his eyes of what his plans were if he was prepped for attack."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Back up a bit, we need to get them into a tight space so we can take on at a time.\" He told the Orc to calmy move back.\n\n\"They'll get pissed alright, but for now... They just want us out... They'll make a move soon. Calm steps, don't show fear...\" Frogar smiled as he stepped back a bit to get into a choke point for the bears.\n\nHe dropped the Torch behind them and he drew out two axes and gave them a twirl.\n\n\"Be ready...\" He told the Orc."
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"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "How could this man continue to smile so *Purely* As he twirled those axes? Was he gifted naturally? Shei would have to practice a maneuver like that for months in order to get it right. Frogar was truly a warrior.\n\nTiny fractured embers of the torch bounced across the dry earth as it hit the ground. It wouldn't take long for the flame to die out. \n\n\"May our weapons be sharp, and our focus twice so,\" Shei tried to give good luck under his breath, cracking his neck to loosen up. The adrenaline was making him tense."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Aye...\" He gave a nod."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Uh... Do you want me to take over the bears?"
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"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The orc practically let out a squawk as Frogar began to bleed. By the hide of Hircine, this was *Really* Happening. \n\nOblivion be, if the orc were a character in a stageplay right now, the crew at the wings would clack mudcrab shells together for foley as his knees wobbled. \n\nContinuing such would cause them to meet death. He had to get a grip. His late mother's worries in his head would have to shut up. \n\nSnapping himself out of the shock at the Axe-Man's call, Shei focused. He'd look death in the face for Frogar. Tusk it flat, the damn warrior was acting as though his leg wasn't even bleeding!\n\nAs if he were held at knife point to split wood, the whelp quickly prepped his own axe above his head, and swung down on the side of the bear's neck as if he were trying to chop through ironwood."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The heavy swing from Shei would enter the Bear's neck and it went limp. Letting it a whine as it's life ended. The other bear stood onto it's back legs, and let out a roar."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Haha! Nice swing! Charge the other one!\" Forgar would twirl his axe and point at the bear.\n\nHe would then up over the bear body and let out a war cry, spinning and slashing the bear at the neck his his axes, not enough to cut deep enough but it hurt the bear.\n\nThe bear attempted to ponce onto Frogar but he would dodge out of the way."
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Bear took the slash and it roared at Shei and pushed him to the ground. It was about to maul the Orc..."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"RAAAARAH HAHAHA!\" Frogar let are warcry and using all of his body, slammed against the bear and sent it stumbling away from the Orc."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The bear was now on Frogar and it slash him across the chest with it's sharp claws and bit him in the shoulder but Frogar pushed him off."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He would then repeatedly slash the bear and began to weakened it, but he could hold off the bear for so long."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The orc was dumbstruck with the beastly slam to the ground. His axe clanked out of grasp near his head, the bear ready to rip into Shei's face. He began to wonder if Malacath would even pity him in death.\n\nBut... Then Frogar bravely slammed into the beast, taking the blows, being bit harshly on the shoulder. \n\nThe orc was watching this new friend of his spare his life, for the bear to use him like a training dummy. Damn the Divines! \n\nThe two couldn't die in here. If the bears won, the beasts would be terrors to farmers and townsfolk. What if children decided to play under the beautiful Rift forestry, to then stumble here? \n\nA spiritual fire ignited in the chest of Shei, causing him to only think of ways to slay the fur-full enemy.\n\nThe orc retrieved his axe from the ground, prepping it as he dashed to the area of action. \n\"...!!!\"\nThis mixture of the heroic nature of the Nord before him, with the fury towards these bears, made tears well up in his eyes as Shei drove the axe to the bear's face with a condemning growl."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The bear would go limp, as it let out a whine. Shei's axe intended itself into the head of the bear. His axe was stuck, but at least the bear was death."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "Frogar was bleeding pretty bad, but he reached into his satchel and he chugged down a health potion. While his armor remained damaged, his wounds would quickly begin to heal.\n\n\"Nice hit!\" He punched the Orc in the shoulderpad, it was a light punch.\n\n\"That was fun, let's head deeper within! There must be more of these things. If we can kill two, we can kill many more! Haha!\" He would then pull out another Torch and light it.\n\n\"You have the honors.\" He handed him the Torch and began walking ahead."
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{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "That's some badass art."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"I'll owe you on that, now let's find this big brother bear.\" He laughed and kept on walking forward with his Orc Buddy.\n\n\"I will probably take a barrel of ale as payment! Hahaha! I'm joking of course...\" He turned back."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The two walked into a large room, one filled with bones and bodies... And gore.\n\nThe smell was horrid."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Gah! Smells like Khajiit cooking... Yeesh! We must be close.\" Frogar covered his nose and pressed on."
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"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "By the Toes of Talos, this Nord kept getting more and more badass before Shei's eyes. Without a doubt Frogar the Axe-Man slayed many a falmer and beast in his life. Did he do it all alone, like a lone wolf vigilante? Or was he part of a guild? A *Leader* Of a guild? Maybe he was both! Maybe more! So much to ask and annoy him with if they got out of there in one piece.\n\n\"I've gotten familiar to the open Mead Hall banter in Whiterun, my apologies,\" The orc quantified. \"Even though I've been away from stronghold life for a while, I still worship Malacath, myself. So, technically I should say *By The Twenty-Six*, or something of the sort if I include Princes... I *Think*. *Tusks be still*,\" He muttered the last part, looking around the last chunk of the dark cave. \n\nThere's a certain energy added to the air when a predator's eyes lock onto its prey. Shei felt *Weird*, but couldn't exactly pin point where it was coming from. There was no way in Oblivion they were just by themselves. The orc couldn't help but sweatily second guess, on guard for any beady eyes reflecting the torch's flame."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "As he walked ahead, he stood still. In awe.\n\nPlacing a hand on Shei's chest to stop him in his tracks"
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "What lied before them, was a massive bear. Twice the size, big fur, and covered in battle scars. It sniffed the air, and saw the two. It's beedy black eyes were filled with rage... And it was hungry. \n\nIt stood up onto It's hind legs and let out a roar that would shake their bones and echo through the walls. This was the bear they were after."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He was shaking a bit, but a smile soon formed.\n\n\"Well my friend... It's due or die... Victory or Sovngarde!\" He yelled and he would charge head first towards the bear.\n\n\"RAAAAAAAAAAAARH!\" He let out a warcry that even the bear was not prepared to hear."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"*Malacath guide us*!\"\n\nThe Orc decided to try something new, as Frogar went head first, Shei thought doing his best to pretend the massive beast was a tree would help his swinging be more forceful. A frothing, murderous tree. Easy.\n\nIt must have been Frogar's battle cry echoing back inside the lowest part of the cave, but Shei *Swore* He heard his battle cry shoot back in, much more shrill with its pitch, like it was a completely different person. \nIt caused him to drop the torch, and nearly set his hairy legs on fire as it fell.\n\n\"GAH-*HOUGH*!\" Shei punted the flaming stick. He didn't know where it landed. But now it wasn't near him. What Would Malacath Do? *Not worry about it, there's a beast to kill,* That's what! \n\nPerforming a haphazard, pseudo moulinet with his axe now that his hands were empty, he swung it into the bear's left side. \n\n...It got lodged again, causing him to let out a voice-cracking \"*AAUGGGHH!*\", hoping the bear would be too distracted to stop him from propping a leg and quickly yanking it out."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Bear looked at Shei with a growl and it raised one of it's arm preparing to slam him onto the ground, but Frogar would then strike it in the face. \n\nThe bear would wince in pain but roared at Frogar and would bite him in the shoulder, shaking his around a bit before tossing Frogar into a wall.\n\nHe was injuried but not out of the fight yet.\n\nThe bear was for now focused on killing Frogar."
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"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The orc's wrists and hands were *Screaming* From the amount of shock he inflicted to them throughout this quest already. He wasn't nearly as experienced in battle as the Axe-Man - Every swing was a tad too harsh, the vibrations of every swing collecting into his bones and causing them to ache like sore teeth. \n\nHe wanted to swing the axe again quick and get another good hit in, but his dominant hand was jammed after the successful snout slash. \n\nLooking at Frogar and seeing his outline still struggling at the rock wall, the green one's guilt enraged him.\n\nBlinded by his state of madness, Shei slugged his jammed hand at the wounded snout, letting out a cry as his wrist cracked loose. Shei spat at the ground, brandishing his weapon, pins and needles surging through his forearm.\n\n\"Can't you die already?! *Damn you!* I'll have your head for a trophy, for what you've done!\""
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The bear fueled with rage would take the hits, but it wanted Shei dead. It would then pounce on Shei and wrap it's jaws on his shoulders. Bitting down and ripping out some chunk of his shoulder (nothing serious).\n\nIt would then flip him over on his belly and began to try to tear away at his armor. With a mighty slash, it would cut deep into the Orc's back, blood began to pour down his back."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He looked up, and saw Shei was in danger. But not far from them was a drop off that lead deeper into the cave. Frogar knew what he had to do. He would get up and throw his axes at the bear. The axes would swing and get stuck into it's neck. It would turn it's attention towards Frogar and roar. But Frogar yelled back and ran at it.\n\nUsing all of his rage and strength he would shove his body into the bears chest and push the bear off the cliff. Falling with the bear.\n\nThe two fell into row darkness, a loud crack and a thud echoing down below."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Once the bear sunk its teeth into Shei's shoulder, it was all a rush; tinnitus rang in his ears as the wind was knocked out of him. He tasted dirt in his mouth - not even realizing he was slammed into the cave floor yet. The leather chunks of his armor got ripped into shreds as if they were merely paper to the beast. \n\nHis back felt as if fire was spreading on it. Then, the orc felt incredibly cold, separate from the warm blood trickling down to meet the dirt beneath him. Shei hadn't caught his breath, but he indeed reacted, a silent shriek keeping his tusked mouth agape.\n\nHis head was tilted to a side of the cave with dry moss around the rocks, too exhausted to turn to see the other. That resulted in the Companion witnessing the thrown axes lodge themselves into the Big Bear, then Frogar up on his feet slamming into it, the both of them plummeting down a pit of blackness. \n\nThat was enough to jolt his lungs back to taste air. His eyes burned as he struggled up, his back too raw to walk up right. He crawled towards the rocky pit with a sinking heart - there was no sound of movement below after the awful crack and thud.\n\n\"*Frogar!* Where are you?!\"\n\nThe bard-whelp couldn't stand how silent it was. He called out again, hoping at least to hear a groan or the shifting of boots. \n\n\"FROGAR!\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"D-down H-here!\" Frogar's voiced whimpered.\n\nHe did not sound good.\n\n\"G-get some rope or safely climb down... I think we got it...\" He yelled."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"O, thank the stars!\" Shei gasped, eyes adjusting through the *Barely* Visible downcline, noticing the outline of Frogar and the defeated beast. \"...I don't have any rope, but I think... We can manage... To gather our energies and climb back up... If we rest...\" \nAs he talked, every pause was him searching for a rock to place his weight on, slowly descending, feeling for what could be grabbed. One of his boots grew slippery with his own blood, which caused a minor slip, but he managed to get through with added bruises, nothing more.\n\n\"The divines smile upon you this day, brother,\" Shei staggered, approaching Frogar. He couldn't even tell if his chest was rising, at this point. \"I'm not going to force you up just yet, friend,\" The orc wiped off sweat and drowsy drool off his face, remembering when his late mother had rockjoint. \"...Can you move your fingers and toes, brother? Or is everything numb?\" \n\nNot knowing how stable Frogar was, the orc tried to think of best-case scenarios of getting them both out of the cave."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Upon further inspection... Frogar had fallen onto a stalagmite. He was impailed.\n\nIt was a gruesome landing for him and both the bear. The bear had landed on his neck, while Frogar had unluckily landed on something that had tore his spin, and ripped his liver. He was barely clinging onto."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Guess my luck has ran out...\" He cough.\n\nHe looked very pale, it was amazing how he was still alive."
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{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"*Oh...*\" \nThe Orc took a breath. No potion or spell could fix this. Pulling him off would kill him from the stress alone. \n\nNobody dying wants to have someone losing their mind by their side. The bard felt unworthy. He only met this man today. No, not even an hour had past since they met. Yet this Axe-Man left a poignant impression with this whelp. \n\nWhat is an hour, when such bravery is timeless?\n\n\"*What do you mean...?* It hasn't run out,\" Shei assured, holding Frogar's head up. From what he's read in plays and tales, the orc knew a gist of the Nord's next residence.\n\n\"If only you could see what I see... The front of Shor's hall is reflecting in your eyes. Wildflowers are growing on the mountains. Frogar, your luck has found new meaning. Soon you'll be drinking that mead I promised you, in a warm hall that stretches miles - eating meals so fine, no words would do it justice.\"\n\nHe grabbed one of Frogar's hands, which was clammy and cold.\n\n\"...A few moments longer is all I ask, before I help you out of here. Have any loved ones in Skyrim that would find the news of your heroism well-needed? Your weapons will get in the way of your travels, I'm sure your family would be more than happy to keep them safe for you. It's no weight on my shoulders. I'd be honored to help you, after all you've done for me this day.\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Heh, my family hated me. My sister wanted me dead... But there is somebody...\" He gave a chuckle.\n\nHe weakly ripped off his necklace... It was a rusty piece of coin. Though the coin seemed to be of unknown origin. \n\n\"Take this... It's my personal necklace. Give it to a Bosmer... A beautiful one at that. Never thought I would fall for a Bosmer... Nor one with black eyes. But she grew on me... She's rather short. Messy short hair... Her name is Isha.\" \n\nHe began to cough, his voice grew weaker. His eyes grew heavy...\n\n\"If you ever find her... Or if she finds you... Give this to her... Tell her I'm sorry for breaking my promise... ×coughs×. She'll be thnakful... Don't tell her where I died... Don't want her to see me like this. Same goes for you. Take that bear head... I have some rope in my bag... Leave me here. I want to be a skeleton that tells a story to those who venture into this cave... Hahaha...\" He gave a smile and patted the Orc on the shoulder.\n\n\n\"Y-you're a good warrior... You...\" Before he could finish his words. The life left his eyes and he went limp. His eyes were open, yet a smile on his face."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "With that... Frogar met the warm hands of his father. Who guided him towards his true home... Shei for now was given a personal quest. Should he chose to complete it. But the bear was his original goal."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"I will do it. It might take a handful of moons, with my luck, but it *Will* Be done, Frogar. I will figure out how to find your Isha.\"\n\nThe life once inside had now left Frogar's body. Shei couldn't help but cry - tears were the only way he knew how to cope with harsh realities.\n\nThe Orc didn't want any pest to eat the Nord's eyes. He gently closed them, finding a moss-covered rock to keep his head level. \n\nHe rummaged around Frogar's bag for the rope, finding his empty potion bottles. Shei lined them up them neatly by the late warrior, as well as his own bundle of lavender from his smoking satchel.
\n\"I'll only use these for a moment, Frogar,\" Shei sniffed, grabbing the hero's axes, turning his attention to the slain bear. \n\nAfter a few hours, Shei staggered out of the cave, carrying Frogar's bag, the beast's hide - rolled up with the rope, and the axe he came there with on his back. The Nord wanted his story to be seen, and the orc deemed it fitting his axes stayed with him. \n\nAround his neck was Frogar's coin necklace - only to be worn for assurance that he brought it back home without it falling out of a bag or satchel. Shei didn't have any free hands once he stepped out, as he was too busy carrying the head of the monsterous bear. \n\nTurning to the entrance one last time, he rasped out one more shout;\n\n\"*By the Nine*, you'll never be forgotten!\"\n\nIt was dark out, now. But the moons were bright, and weirdly, he felt in his heart he'd be guided safely to Ivarstead. There, he reckoned he could get help with his wounds. As he weakly trekked, Shei wondered how much it would cost to make a headdress from the bear once he returned to Whiterun."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "So ends the tale of Frogar...\n\nA warrior who wanted nothing more but to die fighting for something. In the end his luck ran out... Now all that remains is for a certain Mer to be told the fate of her very close friend.\n\nRest in peace, Frogar Axe-Man.\n\n[End Scene]"
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{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "He didn't exactly like this part of the job, hunting down vampires with the gift he received from the companions?, that he honestly loved doing.\n\nDrinking mead with his friends at the fort and telling stories of their hunts?, that he loved doing too.\n\nBut walking around Riften, on watch for any potential vampires that might be getting a little too close to the fort was not something he was fond of, finding the task boring, though necessary.\n\n\nSo that is what he was doing, walking around in his dawnguard heavy armor, holding the silver warhammer in his right hand as he walked."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*He was done with Rifton. This town was just the worst. Nothing to do besides getting drunk or robbed... And maybe depressed? \n\nHe had no idea of the surrounding area, which did not stop him from just exiting the city through one of the gates and getting outside.\n\nSomething he actually admired about the Rift was the nature around it's capital. Like a shield created to hold the stinking flavor of Rifton at bay...\n\nHe wandered on the path the decided to take (though he had no idea which one that was...), with nothing more then his belongings being stored in his bag, his tool bag hanging on his waist, together with his steel axes.\n\nHow long might it be until the next time the moon might call? He had to be careful... And then he saw someone in the distance, walking in his direction.*"
},
{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "Soon he picked a familiar scent, approaching was someone who was not so familiar, this was the same smell he always caught on Aela and the other companions blessed by Hircine with the beast blood but he did not look like someone that was part of the group.\n\n\nBut nontheless he did not change his path, instead walking to meet the man as he took off his helmet with his free left hand, revealing a nord with blue eyes, long braided blonde hair and a beard, clearly a man who has seen his fair share of battles.\n\nHe rested his silver warhammer on his shoulder to make himself less threatening,\"Greetings traveler, i don't think i have seen you around these parts before.\" He stated, this would make for a good opportunity."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*At first he thought the Nord was talking to someone else, so it took him to process that he was actually talking to him.*\n\nThe Dunmer's glance of surprise changed into a soft smile as he gave back the greeting, shaking the Nords hand.\nThe expression wouldn't really fit with his looks... The scar on his left cheek, the used yet still usable red shirt and the imposing statue, for being a normally smaller Dunmer.\n\n\"Greetings! Uhm... I'm quite new to this region, so to speak.\" The crimson eyes gave an asking look towards the Nord. \n\"Are you part of the City guards? This is an impressive piece of armor, if I'm allowed to comment on it.\"\n\n*There was something about him... Something familiar. But he was not able to put a finger on it...*"
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{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*He shock ran through his body as he heard the Nord speak... Though now the familiar feeling he had seeing him was explained. How could he speak about that so openly?! Try to not let it get to you... Just ignore it... For now.*\n\nIt was obvious to even a not so skilled eye that the confession about the beast blood created a strong reaction in the Dunmer that he tried to fake away. \nHe smiled softly, now very insecure... Seeming more nervous then before. \n\n\"Oh! Ah... That's quite practical of course. I bet the... The beast is good hunter for such occasions. And a good protection against those leeches.\"\nHe tried to change the theme... \"So you have an entire fort? Sounds quite nice. Not every guild can say that about itself, right?\"\n\n*His own words sparked an idea in the young Dunmer, though he was still unsure of it was a good one. He had no destination currently... And this guild could maybe needed a smith or craftsman to help with the fort... If it really was one and not one of the sad ruins he encountered along his way...\nPlus that way he could stay close to the only person he currently knows that lives with the same... Condition... As he does...*"
},
{
"author": "Adar",
"message": "An expected reaction from someone not proud of the gift Hircine bestowed upon them and it confirmed his suspicion that he was Indeed talking to another moon born, another hunter of Hircine.\n\n\"The Fort has been there long before any of us have, we are merely picking up where the old dawnguard left off.\" He said as he dusted off his armor a bit."
},
{
"author": "Nelar",
"message": "*It was difficult for him, but he had a feeling that the Nord expected another answer from him. A confession maybe... Or at least him admitting that they share the beast blood? \nStill feeling unwell about his reaction and what he said, he decided at least try to \"Compensate\" The Nord.*\n\n\"If... If you are in need of a craftsman or a smith at the fort. I could help. I'm lacking a destination anyways... And I think currently I'm not really ready to traverse towards whitehelm or riverrun.\""
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{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "Thorn was outside in his small garden, humming to a tune his mother used to sing to him when he was little. He was picking his crops, absentmindedly brushing away the dirt and pulling out whatever was ready to harvest. A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek and he sighed, deciding to take a small break to sit in the shade."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "THE LEEK THE- ahem, Sa'varni, was out wandering through the wilderness. He had spent the last few months passing between Riften and Morthal, wherein he'd been hoping to come across that one skooma dealer he'd met once last year. Not that he partook in skooma, just it was nice to have friends who were also... On the arguable side of the law.\n\nAt this point he was meant to be halfway to Morthal, but he'd gotten distracted by something. Chickens. They were just sitting there, clucking alluringly. And Sa'varni was STARVED. He was no longer welcome in Riften proper after an... Incident, so procuring supplies had become difficult.\n\nSa'varni crouched behind a bush and watched the chickens, and also he watched the Chicken Man, who stood by the chickens, harvesting some crops. Eventually the Chicken Man went for a break, and Sa'varni took the opportunity to lunge out at one of the chickens and grab it up in his arms. The chicken squawked and scrabbled out of his grip, and Sa'varni decided to chase it"
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "Thorn heard his chicken begin to cry out and he quickly jumped up. \"Berta? Berta, are you alright?\" He called out, quickly making his way to the fenced area where his precious fowl would reside. He saw Alga (one of his hens) clucking calmly and then laid his green eyes on the Khajiit trying to steal his precious pet. \"Hey! Stop that!\" He cried out, his heart thrumming in his chest, his feet cemented to the ground. *What was he supposed to do?*"
},
{
"author": "wendelinefroger",
"message": "Sa'varni cursed at the damn chicken, humiliating him like this! He would not be defeated by a bird!\n\nHe climbed up on a fencepost and leapt at the chicken, which evaded him with ease. He got up, ready to issue another attack, when the Chicken Guy approached. He instantly froze.\n\n\"...Ah. Hello. Khajiit was simply performing a... Impromptu medical exam, on your fine fowl. Do not pay any mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"You're frightening her!\" He exclaimed, finally able to take a step forward. \"Please, leave her alone, she gets scared very easily,\" Thorn begged, his ears twitching in fright. \n\nAs he spoke, Berta (the chicken) continued to squawk and shriek, running towards Thorn in a mortified state. He bent over and picked her up, shushing the hen and trying to calm her down.\n\n\"What are you doing here?\" He asked sharply, looking up at the other man."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni looked a little guilty. He didn't mean to traumatize any people. Or chickens.\n\n\"Yes, this one... Apologizes, for frightening the bird. It's a long story. This one is about to go on a long journey.\"\n\nHe wonders briefly if it's worth keeping up the chicken medical exam ploy, then decides against it.\n\n\"This one just... Wanted to borrow your chicken. Not for nefarious purposes.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He continued to stare at the man, observing him with suspicious eyes. He noticed how thin the man seemed and looked at Berta, realizing the issue. \n\n\"Oh, you are hungry?\" Thorn asked, easing his sharp glare to a look of soft worry. \"I've no meat but I have plenty of crops that I grow if you'd like,\" He offered with a small smile.\n\n\"I'm sorry I overreacted, it's just that Berta here is a very special pet to me. I'd be happy to provide you food if that's what you need,\" He spoke gently, not wanting to seem as if he was deceiving the other."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni took this chance to look at the man more closely. Bosmer, by the looks of it, and probably had lived close to here for some time. Had a whole house and everything up in the trees. Sa'varni was impressed, but totally Not Jealous.\n\n\"Well... Yes,\" He admitted with no small degree of shame. \"Khajiit has not had much to eat in the past few days. Lots of travel, yes? Not much time to shop.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He smiled warmly and looked at the man, \"Feel free to come on in if you'd like. I can get you a sack of some produce, free of charge. It probably wouldn't be very kind to let a stranger go hungry,\" Thorn joked lightly, setting Berta back on the ground who quickly ran towards Maribel, the cow. \n\nThorn opened his door and made a small waving motion to invite the Khajiit in, happy to help the desperate stranger."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni was typically hesitant to accept charity, but something about this fellow did not strike him as a threat. Like, at all. And this far into the woods, it was unlikely the guard would chase after him for the chicken thing.\n\nSo he nodded politely and went on inside, looking back at the chicken, who was hanging out with the cow. \n\n\"A farm out here in the wilderness?\" He asked, mostly to defuse the tension of him trying to kill the livestock. \"Khajiit has not seen that sort of setup before.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Yeah, it's a bit out of the way,\" He sighed, offering a free chair to the Khajiit. \"I built all the way out here so I could be away from people. I'm not too far from the city so I can sell some produce but I really only worry about feeding my animals.\"\n\n\"Let me pack you a bag,\" He hummed, walking over to a large shelf full of fresh vegetables. He began to pack a burlap bag full of cabbages, potatoes, leeks, and carrots for the Khajiit, smiling as he did so.\n\n\"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?\""
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "\"Yes, some solitude is always nice,\" He said sagely, even though he pretty much depended on crowds to make his 'borrowing' easier. \n\n\"This one is called Sa'varni. He is a... Traveller, by trade. And what is your name?\"\n\nSa'varni sits down on the proffered chair, revelling in all the wonderful food that was here. He again felt kind of guilty for tormenting that chicken, especially seeing as this guy clearly meant well."
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"My name is Thorndroth but you can just call me Thorn,\" He offers kindly, adding a few more vegetables and tying the bag closed.\n\nHe walked over and set the bag for Sa'varni on the table in front of the Khajiit. He smiled again and turned away, walking towards a large metal bucket on a larger table. \"Would you like some water? I just fetched and cleaned it this morning,\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni had not known many bosmer in this region, or, in fact, in Skyrim at all. \n\n\"Yes,\" He said, \"Khajiit would love some water. This one appreciates your kindness.\"\n\nSa'varni was used to drinking from streams while simultaneously trying to catch fish. He wriggles a carrot out of the bag and CHOMPS it.\n\n\"Forgive Sa'varni's curiosity, but what brings a bosmer to Skyrim, hmm? Dreadfully cold here.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "He brings a cup over and sets it next to the Khajiit, eyes slightly widening as he watched him bite the raw carrot.\n\n\"It *Is* Quite cold in Skyrim. Luckily, Riften isn't nearly as cold as Windhelm. I came after my mother told me I needed to make a name for myself. I want nothing but to make her proud,\" Thorn explained.\n\n\"You know, you don't have to eat that raw. You can save those and I can cook you some stew or something of the like. I'm not an amazing chef but it might be a little more...*Palatable*?\" He offered politely."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "Sa'varni felt this was too much good fortune for today. He wondered when something would go terribly wrong. It was a rule of his, something always went terribly wrong right after anything went terribly right.\n\nStill, he wasn't one to look a gift-cat in the mouth.\n\n\"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful! Khajiit has not had a hot meal in...\"\n\nHe paused.\n\n\"Hm, must be right about four years now. Not counting those khajiit borrowed, of course.\"\n\nHis thoughts drift to Windhelm. Ugh, nasty place.\n\n\"Ugh, nasty place, Windhelm. So cold, and the Nords there are terribly close-minded. Did you live there, hmm? Must have been rough.\""
},
{
"author": "Thorndroth Applehollow",
"message": "\"Haha, yes I did live there,\" Thorn chuckled, beginning to chop up ingredients for a potato and leek soup. \"It's not as though anything *Bad* Happened to me. It was simply cold and too big for my liking, frightened me too much.\" He explained as he tossed his diced vegetables into a boiling pot. \n\n\"The Nords were... Accepting of me, in a way. Bosmer aren't Dunmer or Altmer which makes us more trustworthy, in a sense. It's all prejudice, I say. Mer and man should be able to like united. Ah, but I digress. Apologies for my ranting,\" He giggled."
},
{
"author": "Sa'varni",
"message": "\"Ah, do not worry yourself. It is rare to find someone who would assist one that tried to... Ah, borrow their livestock. Last time Khajiit did that he got kicked out of Riften.\"\n\nSa'varni wondered about the Nords. Some seemed oerfectly friendly, maybe even most, but the caravans seemed to have far more... Varied opinions.\n\n\"It would be nice, yes, should everyone get along. But that is too much to expect, one gets the feeling.\""
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{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "*Veezari stopped to check the surrounding area of the wilds. True it wasn't the safest area to be, but he needed to camp. He was far from his destination and needed to rest.*\n\n\n*Kneeling down in the grove, he placed his pack on the ground and began to set up a tent. It wasn't a very hard or arduous process, just pitching it and using the peggs to keep it up. Medium sized and covered with animal furs, it was perfect to keep snow or rain out if need be.*\n\n*After he got a fire ready, he sat down next to it and pulled his hood down, his black scaled face revealed to the cold skyrim air. He missed Bravil. The warm air, the humidity lower down on the docks.*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*What he didn't know was what was lurking near. A group of roving vampires. This growing menace... Zasana was looking for them specifically. He was clad in his Steel Ordinator gear... With Boethiahs blade. He saw the camp and approached.*\n\n\"It's not safe here, traveler. Vampires are roaming... The fetchers... So close to the fort.\"\n\n*He was very new to the Dawnguard still, but he was their likely most powerful, next to Speaks-in-Tongues. He had a raspy ashy voice, not common on the mainland.*"
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"Vampires? Where?!\"\n\n*Veezari stood up quickly and grabbed his silver sword, although didn't see anything. Just.. Zasana*\n\"Who're you? Do you live around here?\"\n\n\n*The Argonian asked, obviously a little confused at seeing someone just appear out of nowhere. His tail curled a little around his right armored boot as he talked, cautious but set off now due to the mentioning of those monsters*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Vampires? Where?!\" *Veezari stood up quickly and grabbed his silver sword, although didn't see anything. Just.. Zasana* \"Who'r...\n\n \"Don't get too hasty... Hrmm... See that silver. You're worried about them?\"\n\n*He removed his helmet. It was missing a large chunk over the eye. He was blind in one.*\n\n\"I'm with the Dawnguard. I hunt vampires... Well, those that cant control themselves. There have been reports lately... I'm here to see if they're true. Some people are just paranoid.\""
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"I'll split them open the first chance I get.\"\n\n*Veezari asked, not having a helmet on due to his horns. So he had to make due with his hood, which was currently down. He seemed pretty young himself, and wasn't very marked other than the three scratches going down the left side of his head*\n\"Oh, you got that armor from vardenfell didn't you? Haven't seen such armor for a while.\"\n\n\n*His own armor was an old set of third era imperial legion armor from cyrodiil, minus any legion markings*\n\"Yeah I've got this silver with me. Ghosts are a bit of a pain, as are any other undead. Need help tracking these monsters?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Not Vvardenfell... It's... Complicated. It's what New Temple Ordinator's wear. Not those... Heretics.\"\n\n*He pulled his blade from its sheath. It glowed with a sickly red, almost liquidlike essence. It was pitch black, short, double edged. It was... Not normal. Not at all.*\n\n\"If you'd like.\""
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"Yes I'd like. I'll slaughter these vampires like animals. Because that's exactly what they are.\"\n\n*Leaving his camp where it currently was, Veezari kicked dirt into the fire. The air around him got colder as the fire went away, replaced with the usual cold air of skyrim once more*\n\"Lead the way.. Uh. Right, I'm Veezari. Who're you?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Zasana. It's an Ashlander name.\"\n\n*He explained it every single time. And here they came. The vampires. Only three, and a death hound.*\n\n\"Go.\"\n\n*He drew his blade. There were 2 with swords, the other was casting frost magic. Zasana's sword flashed brightly, and then there were Two of him. Zasana #1 attacked one of the swordfighters, Zasana #2 the other.*"
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "*Veezari pulle dhis hood up and pulled his large Imperial shield out. The end of it had a spike on it, like the old imperial guards, yet this one was also unmarked. Rushing forward with shield out first, he blocked the third Vampires swing with a dagger, a rather stupid move. Like they always were.*\n\n*He pushed forward with his shield, the spike lodging itself into the vampires head and crunching into their skull. After that, one good kick with his foot caused the vampire to fall onto the floor, dead.*\n\n*The hound was heading for him, not having much experience fighting death hounds. That was actually new to him.*\n\"These different strains seem less intelligent!\"\n\n\n*The Argonian said, all the while digging his silver blade into the dogs eye socket, blood pouring from the wound onto his sword*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*The Blade the Zasana's was using looked as though it was cutting throught them like butter. The vampire's fell soon after. The copy of him disappeared when he put his sword away.*\n\n\"I believe the problem is solved. And I only needed one extra... Me.\""
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"There were only three here? I'm not sure that's going to be the last of them. I've been tracking a specific group of these monsterous scum, and I believe they've made their encampment closer to Whiterun.\"\n\n*He leaned down to nudge the dead vampire, noticing how their blood was darker than most mortals*\n\"You see? This disgusts me. All of them need to die. Where were you heading after this friend?\"\n\n\n*Veezari asked, obviously keen on killing more of them*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Nowhere... I don't have anywhere particularly to be.\"\n\n*He kind of frowned. They aren't all inherently evil. Lady Indoril is... Morally gray. He didn't tolerate these Feral ones... Just as she didn't.*\n\n\"I kill the one's who prey on others. It's the cycle. The Wheel. Something must keep them in check.\""
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{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"The ones who do just that, yes I agree. Slaughter them like animals because that's all they are.\"\n\n*Veezari sheathed his silver sword, sliding his shield onto his back to hang there as he looked at Zasana*\n\"Long as you kill them too, I think I'm gonna be fast friends with you. Sadly I think my traveling is going to have to wait. Whiterun isn't close as I'm sure you're more aware than I am. I'm native of Cyrodiil, not Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"I'm from here... Theres a... Sort of plantation that a Vampire runs. A vineyard. A lot of Dunmer refugees ended up there. I left... I couldnt take it anymore. It's against Boethiah, and the other Two.\"\n\n*He looked him up and down.*\n\n\"Blackwood? Bravil? Leyawiin? I heard thats where most argonians live there.\""
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"I'm sorry you had to leave. I'd have done the same thing. Can't stand any vampire.\"\n\n*Veezari started to pack up his camp, still talking as he busied himself with the tent and campfire supplies*\n\"So how'd you do that? The duplication. Got a ring or something?\"\n\n*The Argonian asked, his legion armor sort of clinking against the metal bits of the tent kit*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It's not that she was doing anything wrong... She was draining the blood from the dead corpses of those who died there, they all agreed on it. She was actually quite pleasant. But she cant have the biggest New Temple congregation in skyrim while being one of Molag Bal's. It's against everything the temple stands for.\"\n\n*He pulled out the sword. It's strange radiance lit his face red. It didn't seem... Evil. Intimidating, powerful was closer.*\n\n\"The Duplici Gladio. An artifact of Boethiah. It allows me to create copies of myself, 5 is the most I've tried. I can't control them, though.\""
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"Well just because everybody agrees to it doesn't make it any less horrid to think about. Can't let their corpses rot in peace?\"\n\n*Finishing up getting his camp together, he stuffed it into his pack and placed it onto his back, behind his shield*\n\"Pretty useful sword. My own was gifted to me by my Father. And my armor is an old unmarked legion armor. I still don't even know why my father had it, but it's mine now.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Can't imagine he was a guard. Or in the Legion.\"\n\n*The rasp of his voice was going away. He actually had a very soft, quiet voice. It came out as he began to trust people.*\n\n\"I suppose... She makes the best wine in Tamriel though. Nothing compares.\""
},
{
"author": "avaxthewolf",
"message": "\"No clue. I'm tracking down their killers before heading home to solve problems back there. Back in Bravil.\"\n\n*He adjusted the straps that kept his shield on his back before eying Zasana*\n\"Oh? You'll have to introduce me to that drink sometime. I'm no fan of vampires but I love a good wine. Bloodwine is one of my favorites.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Bravil...\"\n\n*He took a very long pause and then smirked slightly.*\n\n\"You... *Want* To go back there? I mean no offense, but that might be the worst place on Tamriel that isn't Alinor for someone who isn't an altmer.\""
},
{
"author": "Veezari",
"message": "\"Call me sentimental. Thalmor don't scare me. What scares me is nobody standing up to them.\"\n\n*Veezari moved to check the corpses of the vampires they had just killed, rummaging through their belongings and pulling off a few coins and a dagger or two to sell later. Nothing much, considering they just had robes on from the looks of it*\n\"Vermin. At least these.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"These feral ones never have anything interesting. Maybe then Den leaders. That dagger might buy you lunch one day, though.\"\n\n*The way he spoke. Homely? Something like that. He did grow up on a farm.*\n\n\"Stormcloaks will. Maybe then they'll treat our kind right. Me and you.\""
},
{
"author": "Veezari",
"message": "\"It'll be sold to the nearest vendor for sure.\"\n\n*He wiped some of the blood off of the two daggers he found on the vampires and stuffed them into his pack, looking at his newfound companion*\n\"You would hope. But what happens when the imperials are gone? Stormcloaks nor the Imperials like my kind. Racism runs deep, regardless of who you are. Hopefully, this fighting helps them see a bigger picture.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Never will. Its a cycle. Everyone hates everyone.\"\n\n*Bleak but correct. Things likely would never change. He was wearing the armor that was the spitting image of Dunmer Racism. Ordinators.*\n\n\"Ivarstead isn't far, if you wanted to go there in the morning.\"\n\n*He removed his bag, and took a collection of sturdy looking sticks out.*"
},
{
"author": "Veezari",
"message": "\"Considering I just packed my camp up, sure. We can make for camp come sunrise.\"\n*Veezari sat down near a stump and shoved the vampire bodies over towards a secluded spot so they didn't bother him during his sleep*\n\n\n\"I'm not very familiar with Skyrim as much as the Colovian landscape. Ivarstead is closer to Whiterun correct?\"\n\n*He asked, inquiring about the geography of the place*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It's close, around the Throat of the World. It's at the foot of it.\"\n\n*He put his pack on realizing they weren't making camp.*"
}
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{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*The fires extinguished and tents packed up, Maeve once more hit the road towards Riften. It had been two weeks since her journey had begun and if she hadnt been to far to return she probably would give up. What was she even doing this for? A man who barely cared for her? A father who hadnt given word, even when her own mother was killed? To shove her boot up his ass, thats why she was going. And maybe she could settle in riften for a while. She had heard shady practices were common there*"
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*An odd scene was unfolding just off the road. An Argonian and a Dunmer. They were sitting next to each other on a log, facing separate directions, yet speaking. Though it was more like they were pretending not to be speaking to the other. The Dunmer handed the argonian a box, which she swiftly placed in a bag before standing and going to the Road. Strange.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*She was intrigued. As one of the few practitioners of hedge magic she was infatuated with the unknown- but she was wiser than to ask. Keeping a healthy distance she eyed the argonian for any signs of allegiance, or other telltales that would show profession or residence*"
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She wore a soot-stained apron. She was a Smith. But a smith wouldn't leave the city to make a transaction. Or keep whatever they did acquire so under wraps. Her tail was disproportionately large, some would say fat. She was looking around nervously, before realizing there was someone behind her. Now she looked scared.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*She took notice and raised her hands defensively. Humans and animals arent as different as they like to believe- and a cornered animal will fight.* „I mean no harm!\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She turned back and drew a dagger, hissing at her.*\n\n\"No, you're one of hers! Sent by her... You caught me then... G-go ahead!\"\n\n*Despite all of her agression she didn't seem very intimidating. A bit too short for that.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*One hand closed around her glaive as she approached slowly. Carefully.* „Calm down. I adhere to no ones will but my own\" *She assured* „Put down the dagger and lets talk- maybe I can help you.\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She slowly put it back onto her hip next to her smithing hammer.*\n\n\"Then why are you so... Erm... Suspicious? Following from a distance like that.\"\n\n*She was still in a \"Ready\" Stance. Wasn't entirely trusting of her.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„Youre not exactly the norm either. I mean hell what did that guy give you that is worth so much that you reach for your knife? Who is this her you spoke of? I knew asking wasnt going to make you open up so I chose to observe\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"Why do you care? She's some dunmer noble... Used to keep slaves a few hundred years ago... He's one of her workers. It's too much to tell you what it is!\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„Slaves huh? She sounds unbearable.\" *She said trying to fond mutual ground to establish trust* „No wonder he stole from her- thats what this is right? A handout amongst thieves?\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"It was a request.. I... A fixer... I guess is what i am. I had the request and found the right thief, someone on the inside. A member of House Sadras requested it..\"\n\n*She eased up.*\n\n\"A diamond amulet with a Heartstone in it. It would... Eh... Be impossible to sell... Too flashy.\""
}
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{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„Ive heard about it. Some things are just too dangerous to sell.\" *She shrugged* „So now that weve exchanged niceties, how about you tell me whats up with that box. I have no interest in stealing myself but I am rather curious.\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She seemed hesitant... But she was also a bit naïve. She didn't seem the type to take it... She opened the box... Inside was a golden amulet, with glass and diamond hanging from it. In the center was a heartstone. Engraved in tiny daedric letters were... Something. Someone exceptionally skilled made this.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*She stares amazed and grips Juns shoulder, her other hand pulling her grimoire from her bag, opening an empty page and drawing her coal pencil, before frantically, yet skillfully, sketching first the symbols and then the entire amulet with insane detail* „Just one moment. These runes... They are very interesting to me. Just hold it still for a moment alright?\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She held it still. It read \"BY VELOTH'S THREE, I SHALL NOT STRAY.\" The heartstone contained in it glowed faintly, lighting up the nearest letters. It was a very extravagant piece of religious jewelry... Dunmer specifically.*"
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "„From what I can tell not a strong spell. But it reeks of magic. Religion is a weird thing.\" *She says closing the box once shes finished her sketches* „The runes are an interesting find though. Not often do you see dunmers use daedric.\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "*She was confused.*\n\n\"They worship Daedric Princes... I was born in morrowind, there's daedric everywhere! Maybe it's different here, though.\""
},
{
"author": "zenraora",
"message": "*She clicks her tongue* „Where Im from they usually dont dare. If they havent cut their relations entirely. Theres which huntings, book burnings, town stakings. Vigilantes of Stendarr all of it.\" *She explains as they move further down the dirt road* „How is Morrowind?\""
},
{
"author": "Walks-In-Starlight",
"message": "\"My parents were freed Telvanni slaves... I wasnt on that side much... I went back... To Blacklight instead... It's not as bad as Black Marsh... But... Its not pleasant...\""
}
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{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Perhaps, perhaps... But this one is excited by the thought of firing that... Pepperbox, was it? Quite a name. Of course, if I need a backup weapon, a Khajiit always has their claws.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "\"Claws are not useful against armored enemies, nor good at range.\" He says, pulling a chest out from under one of the worktables, he unlocks and opens it, after digging through a collection of different firearms he pulls out the pepperbox pistol. \"Here it is, get comfortable with the weight of it. After that khajiit will show you how to load it, then fire it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Let's see here...\"\n\n*Sejdah took the pepperbox pistol from Dar'Rakhhi and began examining it in his hands. He felt it up, getting a sense for how to hold it and all of its components, and looking it up and down closely.*\n\n\"Very well crafted... How does this one load this?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'Rakhhi",
"message": "He takes the gun, pushing a switch on the top to the gun, allowing the barrel to swing down. He takes a small pouch off the desk, using his claws as tweezers to pick up a small brassen cone, \"Percussion cap, this is integral to firing, without them the gun is useless.\" He then places them on small cones at the rear of each barrel, 6 caps total, \"Be careful with these, blunt force causes them to pop.\" He moves the barrel back in place, then begins to focus on the barrels, \"I mostly provide paper cartridges loaded with small pellets, but you can load them with larger balls if you need.\" He places a cartridge in each barrel, then uses a rod to push them in, \"Note the two triggers, front controls left side, back controls right. You have two chances to hit your target, use them wisely. Due to the complexity of loading I recommend a backup weapon.\" It took him a solid minute to load this, and he made it, \"If you wish to fire we will need to go outside, I set up a small range behind the tent.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Within the far reaches of the Rift's forests, the lands that ran along this side of the imposing Jerall mountains, orange-capped birch trees grew in immense numbers, rustled on occasion by bitter winds from the east. A place to the southwest of the infamous city of Riften, most inhabitants of this place are wild game, insects, and predators. But on this day, underneath the mid-day sun, there was something unusual. The sound of heavy thuds, and some low guttural calls from beyond the trees. Something was happening, and whatever it was, it was big. Very, very big.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Sounds like a giant... But they don't usually linger around here.\" He mutters to himself, \"Guess I oughta investigate.\" He moves toward the sound, poleaxe in hand"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As the Orsimer moved through the forest, his hypothesis was evidently correct. Or at least, technically correct. Moving through the trees, there was a small clearing. Partly the land was unrestricted, but partly the land was covered in stumps and toppled trees. Two colossal figures were wrestling in the center. One, the giants that many denizens of Skyrim were familiar with: grayish skin, long beards, bald heads, ritualistic scarring, and fur clothing, roughly eleven or twelve feet in height.* \n\n*The other, however, was unfamiliar in every way: no skin was visible through the imposing plate armor they wore, a dull black metal that pulsed with a sinister red glow between the plates, and a horned helm with a faceplate that hid its features. Whereas the more familiar giant hefted a tree trunk with a boulder tied to it, the more unfamiliar being carried an equally large battleaxe of the same peculiar metal. At first glance, it seemed the armored giant had the upper hand. It moved a bit faster, smarter.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Woah there!\" He shouts, \"That's not something you see every day.\" He climbs a nearby tree, keeping an eye on the fight and the surroundings, \"Hey! Big, dark, and glow-y! Any particular reason you're wrestling a giant?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The armored giant didn't turn away from the other giant, but from within the helm came a low, harsh voice like a grindstone to one's face.*\n\n\"We will speak when it is dead, mortal.\"\n\n*Suddenly, the armored giant drove a booted foot into the other giant's abdomen, pushing back. He followed up by grabbing the giant's head in both hands, and with one quick motion, smashing it against his knee with a resounding crack. The giant fell to the ground, still moving around for a moment in an effort to push itself up, when the armored giant drew its axe, raising it up high, and driving the blade into the giant's skull. Blood spurted from the wound, and the giant went limp, its weight shaking the ground as its body collapsed. It was dead. And the armored giant spoke again, turning towards the voice of the Orc.*\n\n\"I am general to the Prince of Plots, to Boethiah. And you, you are among the Pariah Folk. What business do you have here?\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Heard you two fighting and wanted to investigate. Not every day you see a daedra and a giant fight. You're a Havocrel, aren't you, hulking daedra who serves no particular Prince, under contract with Boethiah, then?\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "\"Good, I don't have to explain what I am to you. Then I can skip to the point.\"\n\n*The stranger gripped the horn of his helm, pulling it off with a quick motion. What was revealed underneath was a red-skinned face, almost human in shape. A black beard, shaven black hair, and a black blindfold tied over where his eyes would be.*"
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"I am Duke Kaalzyr. To fulfill my bargain with Boethiah, I swore to serve as a general, but now I am here on Mundus to seek a new champion. The last champion failed to hold up his end of the deal, so a replacement is needed. But giants are drawn here, and this one was the third I've slain since arriving. And I am going to find out what drew these dim-witted creatures here.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Odd... \" He says, \"They must be drawn to something nearby. There's a Stronghold nearby, they might know what's going on.\" He says, \"I should have no problem getting in, you, on the other hand... Uncertain.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"Then lead the way, mortal. I will speak to this stronghold's orcs for myself, and see what the problem is.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He hops down from the tree, \"Should be a short walk, this way.\" He says, walking east toward Largashbur. \n\n\"So Boethiah is looking for a new champion? What'd the last one do to earn the Prince of Cruelty's ire? Left too many puppies unkicked?\""
},
{
"author": "Duke Kaalzyr",
"message": "\"Something along those lines. Inactive and wasting Boethiah's benefits, sitting around somewhere to the west. I could kill him if I wished, but the Prince requested to not kill him until a new champion has been found. So here I am, looking for a more appropriate mortal to serve her. Nirn was always overwhelmingly strange, even thousands of years ago.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"The same could be said by a mortal in Oblivion.\" He says as he approaches the gate to the stronghold, \"Hail kinsmen! I seek entry into your stronghold!\" He shouts, he's spent some time in Strongholds while travelling, even if some see him as a city orc they treat him well enough, he's never been to Largashbur, though"
}
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{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "*Tanare had been on a rough journey. Having found that the nords were clearly out pricing him at all of the gates legally, he took matters into his own hands. With it not being the easiest to get a job under the aldmeri dominion, he decided to make his own path. He had finally gotten all of the supplies needed to climb through the mountains, and went for it. All his life he had only climbed trees, rocks were new. It had been a week since he started the journey. He had gotten lost a few times and had gotten some slight frostbite, though he was careful and methodical, using the notes he had taken from others to help him nurse his hands back to health. Finally he made it to the other side of the mountains, starting his way down. He found relief seeing green trees and grass far in the distance, from his impression all of Skyrim was freezing cold and covered with snow, or at least cold enough to produce snow most of the time. He finally made it down to some strange ruins. Tanare had never seen Nordic ruins before, everything was new to him. He looked over it in amazement as he wandered into these ruins. Seeing the house like structure Tanare assumed it would be warmer inside of it, or at least out of the cold numbing wind he had been enduring. He made it inside and shut the heavy door behind himself, setting his backpack down and sitting against a wall with a sigh of relief. He decided to wait a minute before making a fire, he needed some time to breathe and warm his hands a little first.*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*From the looks of it... Someone had already been here. Remnants of a meal, a map, a whetstone. It served as a home for an adventurer. A warrior. The sound of a horse approached, and someone dismounted, before entering the building, blade drawn.*\n\n\"Talk.\"\n\n*It was simple, but his voice made it intimidating. Pure ashy dunmer rasp. He was dressed as an ordinator, but his helmet was damaged, a blind eye could be seen in the missing chunk. His sword was pure black, glowing a faint red, pointed right at Tanare.*"
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "*Tanare looked over the blade terrified. He was in no condition to fight. He was hungry, running low on what food he had brought with him. He looked over the armor briefly before bringing his eyes up to the helmet. He struggled to formal some words, speaking in gel briefly before stopping himself. He took a deep breath and spoke in cyrodiilic.*\n\n\"H-Hello, I'm sorry if I'm intruding. I've never gone long in the cold b-before... This was the first house like structure I have seen in a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He looked him up and down, before easing off his blade, sheathing it.*\n\n\"Not my place anyway.\"\n\n*He removed his Ordinator helmet, and let his hair down. The broken part of the helmet matched a large burn on his face. He walked by him looking him over before sitting by the fire with him silently.*"
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Do you have any spare food? I'm almost out of mine..\"\n\n*Tanare was worried about food. He had found himself having difficulties hunting in the mountains bordering southern skyrim. What he was able to catch was small, nothing big that could feem him long. He was really hoping that this man whoever he was had spare food. He held his hands out towards the fire, occasionally rubbing them together to help keep them warm.*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "*He checked his pack before tossing over what was essentially a saltrice burrito or sushi roll. It was a piece of rabbit wrapped in saltrice.*\n\n\"Warm it up, warm yourself up first. You're straight from Black Marsh, i can tell.*"
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Thanks.. And yeah, left home little over a year ago. Where are you from?\"\n\n*Tanare took it and set it down on his lap before he continued warming himself with the fire. His shivering was slowing down as he warmed up.*"
}
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{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Here. Skyrim. But my ancestors roamed the Ashlands. I do not live in my childhood home anymore.\"\n\n*He said that rather plainly. But it had an air of sadness to it. His raspy voice was beginning to get softer, more friendly.*"
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Ashlands? I've only heard of that place a few times. I assume that's somewhere in Morrowond?\"\n\n*Now that Tanare could move his fingers without them hurting. Tanare started warming up the saltrice burrito. He stared into the fire as he spoke, letting the heat wash over him as he sat there.*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Vvardenfell. After the Red Year my family left. Worked on a vineyard here in Skyrim. It's where i grew up before I left.\"\n\n*He was odd. Spoke of it somberly.*\n\n\"I'm with the Dawnguard now. Vampire hunters. But my true allegiance is to Boethiah.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Boethiah? Is that one of them Daedric princes? I read a book on them couple months ago, sadly I lost the book shortly after obtaining it.\"\n\n*Tanare turned his head to face Zazana occasionally, but mostly kept his eyes on the fire.*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Yes... We Dunmer believe in the Three Good Daedra, Azura, Mephala, Boethiah. And many of the races of Men persecute us for it. Our ashen skin... The direct result of Azura... Cursing us for worshipping false gods.\""
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Good Daedra? What little I've heard about them they're all evil. How are they good if everyone else says they're evil?\"\n\n*Tanare was confused by this information. Every other time he was able to get people to talk about the Daedra they all said they were horrible Gods who found pleasure in mortals suffering.*"
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"They taught the Chimeri people to overcome hardships. We left Summerset long ago, guided by the Three. In the standard sense... Their teachings are evil. Betrayal, Murder, but those things were needed to survive in the harsh land the Chimer found themselves in. The truly bad ones... Which consistently try to conquer our world... Are Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon.\""
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"I suppose following them gives a bit of an explanation for the slavery problems... Oh, I'm sorry, never told you my name. Tanare Theogoulus, and you are?\""
}
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{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"I get that a lot. Not sure why I recieved wuch a name, though I never questioned it that much until I left the Black Marsh.\"\n\n*Now that the burrito was warm enough Tanare took a bite into it. It wasthe first time he had ever eaten a burrito before. Shortly after that first bite he swiftly finished up the burrito. It was so delicious once he finished he pulled out his last waterskin and drank what was left inside.*\n\n\"Wow... Once we get out of here you've got to show me how to make whatever that is you gave me. I've never had anything like it before, it was really good.\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"It's... It's from a House Dres cookbook unfortunately... There are few places you can find Saltrice here in Skyrim, other than that wretched Gray Quarter in Windhelm.\"\n\n*He felt comfortable enough to remove his sword from his waist. It had a black handle, and a dark leather sheath with three Daedric letters on it. ABM. Something about it was just... Unsettling. As though it had an aura to it.*"
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Windhelm Windhelm Windhelm... I swear I've heard of that place before.. I've only seen it on maps before. Oh, is that the place where Argonians and other dark elves have settled?\"\n\n*Tanare found himself eyeing the sword briefly. He had never seen anything like it before, though the whole daedric script on it made him a little uneasy.*"
}
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{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Bad kind... You mean to tell me that there's good vampires out there? Ones that don't try to take over entire towns and stuff like that?\""
},
{
"author": "Zasana",
"message": "\"Its a... Personal opinion. I was raised by one in a way. They all must feed but... Some try to minimize suffering... Provide for others.\"\n\n*He stood, checking his belt to make sure he had everything.*\n\n\"It's a very small minority.\""
},
{
"author": "Tanare Theogoulus",
"message": "\"Well the fact that they try to make things better makes them good. You ready to go or something?\"\n\n*Tanare put a hand onto the strap of his backpack, ready to put it on if his new friend is ready to go. He nervously looked to the door, trying to mentally prepare himself to brave the cold again.*"
}
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{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The moon was on the sky and the citizens of this small village were inside of their houses, either sleeping or having their dinner, Alaric felt more at ease at such a small village when compared to the bigger cities, wearing his usual vampire roles as he rested against the wall of one of the houses, hmaking little effort to hide his glowing orange eyes.\n\nHe did not expect her to contact him again, thinking his connections to someone like Harkon might make his presence unpleasant but it seemed that he was wrong."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She appeared from behind a house. She was accompanied by an Ordinator, or someone wearing armor resembling one. She was wearing a different dress, a silver one. Her eyes were hidden by her hat.*\n\n\"Those... Dawnguard... Something to worry about.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "The vampire looked up at her, taking a notice of her bodyguard before he looked forward again, a moment of silence came about before the vampire lord spoke up once again.\n\n\"The Dawnguard has but a fraction of the power it once had, what did they do that caught your worry?\" He asked, tilting his head with a slight curiousity."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"One of them... A damn lizard... Came into MY vineyard, screeching like a Zealot. He was detained but... An artifact he has... It burnt... He was screaming about Meridia. I let him fight for his freedom, and he bested two of mine... And then one of mine Left! Zasana, one of my finest warriors... Gone!\"\n\n*Repeating the events just made her angry. The ordinator put a hand on her shoulder.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Meridia?\" He asked as he raised an eyebrow, he rubbed his chin a bit, could the dawnguard be after daedric artifacts in order to even the odds?, he could see how serious this could get.\n\n\"Have they grown so desperate to the point of attacking without proof?\" He stated as he stood up, \"What the argonian used against you is an artifact of Meridia, they wish to make up for their lack of power with tricks and trinkets.\" Said the vampire lord."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She practically snarled...*\n\n\"Now that Zasana left, they'll have another! The Duplici Gladio of Boethiah!\"\n\n*She tried calming herself and resisted the urge to punch directly throught the wall.*\n\n\"Zainzabi... Please pour me a glass...\"\n\n*The ordinator removed a bottle and poured it into a wine glass.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "His eyes darted around a bit at the anger the woman was displaying, before he coughed a bit and cleared his throat, \"This is not the end of the world, though i believe this will not be the last visit you will get from the Dawnguard so i suggest being more careful from now on.\" He stated, crossing his arms as he started to think a bit.\n\n\"Perhaps a message must be sent before they get any more ideas.\" Said the claw of Harkon as he started to pace back and forth,\"They will not yield their offenses unless we send a clear message of what will happen if they continue.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Maybe some of them. But you cannot bargain with Fanatics. I havent harmed an innocent since the middle of the Third Era, I'm a pillar of a *Good* Vampire, i employ and house hundreds. But I'm now a manipulator... A slaver...\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"Any ideas to... Send a message?\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"None that a good vampire would be comfortable with, so i suppose the task falls upon me.\" He said as he touched the house behind him.\n\n\"Follow me.\" He said as he started walking... But he did not walk towards the wild, no no.\n\nInstead he made his way to the front door of one of the houses, he had only seen one man enter this house, should be simple enough."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Zainzabi, keep watch dear.\"\n\n*She followed, she walked almost silently despite the heels she often wore.*\n\n\"Of course... A good vampire has to do a little bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Correct.\" He said as he stopped in front of the door, knocking on it once, the a second time... Third time's the charm and so he knocked.\n\nHe looked back at her,\"Must be sleeping.\" He stated, before he turned to the door and with ease, kicked it down from it's hinges.\n\nThe man, who was peacefully sleeping a few moments ago, jumped from his bed and fell on the wooden floor, \"What is this?!\" Asked the man, panicked and shocked as the vampire lord walked into his home,\"Now Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves.\" Said the vampire lord, casting vampire seduction on the man as he grew calmer and calmer."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She was silent, in the corner. The man could only really see her sillhoette and her eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He crouched down to the man's level, \"Tell me, would you happen to have any daggers with you?\" He asked the man, who merely pointed at the table, unable to feel fear of this man or his freind for some reason and compelled to obey his every whim.\n\nAlaric stood back up and walked up to the table, grabbing an iron dagger from the table and examining it, he looked at the man once again,\"Stand up.\" He said as he made his way back to him.\n\nThe man did as ordered, Alaric grabbed his right hand and gave him the dagger, putting a hand on his shoulder as he leaned closer to his ear, whispering his next instructions. He stepped back and nodded,\"Go.\" He simply said and the man walked out of his own home."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Having him kill?\"\n\n*She said, softly, quietly.*\n\n\"Compelling enough... Could sow seeds of discord. A lack of trust, maybe.\"\n\n*The ordinator was stood outside like a statue. He had a spear, and he was entirely still.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Not kill, i have given him specific orders to go the dawnguard fort, i have told him what to say and after he gives my message, he shall stab the neck of whoever he speaks with.\" Said the vampire, looking back at her.\n\n\"Going around killing would accomplish little, this is more... Direct.\" He explained."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "*She smiled. Devilishly, her abnormally long fangs nearly biting into her lip.*\n\n\"Oh... Hmm. Yes, a bit brash but... If only i was there to see it happen...\"\n\n*She rarely got into such... Evil. But it had to come out eventually.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "A small smile appeared on his face, he knew full well that a vampire will always have these tendencies, no matter how good they claim to be.\n\n\"I am sure you will live to see plenty of harsh things towards the dawnguard, next time do warn in advance, i was on the hunt for a vampire master in the outskirts when the courier found me.\" He stated, looking back at her."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"It's a shame... We civil vampires do what they do, just a bit better. But they want us *All* Dead. I have some of the finest personal guards in Skyrim, and a devoted group of workers. If they attack... They'll kill innocents. I worry about that...\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Prey always fears predators, even when said predators are not hunting, it is their nature to fear creatures above them in the food chain and we feed only on humans, animal blood does not satiate our hunger.\" He stated before he turned towards her.\n\n\"I shall remain in touch, you may not be part of lord Harkon's court but you are one of the few vampires in Skyrim who is smart enough to not bring unwanted attention to our species.\" Said the vampire, hands behind his back."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"You know, when i had first set up my Vineyard in Eastmarch, I passed on an invitation to Harkon's court. It would've compromised me then... And i still wont give up on my people. But... If something could be arranged to where I can stay outside the Castle... Well... I'd make sure you have plenty of Wine. The good *Red* Kind...\"\n\n*She smiled. The ordinator was with her again. He seemed to be incredibly Loyal. Maybe a Thrall... But she wouldn't do that. He was just so brainwashed from her teachings that he believed she was right in everything.*"
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "He tilted his head once again, he started to pace back and forth, lost in his thoughts as he took her words into consideration.\n\n\"I cannot simply bring you to the court without speaking to lord harkon first, but someone with your skills and connections would, at the end of the day, be very advantageous for our people.\" He stated, he then stopped walking and looked back at her.\n\n\"Give me a few days to see what i can do.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Of course, those sorts of things take time... And I've heard that Lord Harkon can be very... Particular.\"\n\n*She handed the glass she had been holding to the Ordinator.*\n\n\"But you've never visited the estate... Maybe once theres time you can stop by?\""
},
{
"author": "Alaric",
"message": "\"Of course, i have the feeling that we will be working together a lot more now that the dawnguard is growing, our kind must remain together.\" He stated, before he started to walk out the door, making his way towards the wild.\n\n\"I shall see you in a few days, for now i continue my hunt, stay safe.\" He said, before he disappeared in the darkness of the trees, disappearing from the small village."
},
{
"author": "Idroso Indoril",
"message": "\"Of course...\"\n\n*She left the house and began to walk back to her Estate. She was getting into... Dangerous territory, but either wat would end up in her death.*"
}
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{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He approaches the door of the mushroom tower, \"If this goes bad I'm going to kill Maven.\" He mutters under his breath as he knocks on the door, \"Indras!\" He calls out, \"We need to talk.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "**\"WHAT?!?\"**\n\n*He sounded angry. Very angry.*\n\n\"If maven sent you I'm turning your heart into a tomato...\"\n\n*He muttered to himself. The door was opened by a Watchling.*\n\n\"Go in, I'm sure he's happy...\"\n\n*The watchling said.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Yes he's clearly enthused by my presence.\" He says, walking in, \"Trust me Maven isn't exactly happy that I'm meeting with you!\" He calls out to Indras, he's glancing around at the building, taking it in, \"Nice place you've got, almost hard to believe it's all within a... Mushroom.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He levitated down the root.*\n\n\"Then why are you here?\"\n\n*He was wearing what could only be described as a nightgown. It had the telvanni patterns on it but it wasn't a robe. He motioned for the Watchling to leave the door open.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well I wanted to say that I admire your work.\" He says with a smirk, \"Threatening to burn down Maven's meadery was... Inspired, truly.\" He takes off his helmet and tucks it under his left arm, holding out his right to shake Indras' hand, \"To be completely honest with you, I despise Maven as much as you, and I am *Not* Her lackey.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Oh, that. I almost forgot, to be honest with you. Wryna, put on some tea...\"\n\n*He was tired. The Watchling did as requested, lighting the fireplace and filling the pot.*\n\n\"I had only heard rumors and I decided to have fun that day. It's a good pastime, being insufferable.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It woulda been quite the show if you did burn it to the ground.\" He says with a chuckle, \"With the meadery gone she's pretty much nothing, although the power vacuum would get filled by someone, probably me, to be quite honest.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"She's right about destroying the economy. I've lived here for 200 years, this is the closest thing to \"Prosperity\" That city has has ever had. I'd love to see that Vampire in eastmarch fill that alcohol void with something decent.\"\n\n*He smiled. He sat down in a chair by the levitation root. There was another across from him. He sifted his hand through a bowl of feed, and a bantam guar sleeping by the fireplace immediately got up and waited at his feet. He started throwing the bits of grain onto the ground for it.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm vaguely aware of the vampire you speak of. Never met them, but I've read reports.\" He says, \"On another topic,\" He says, sitting down across from Indras, \"I had an interesting visitor earlier, a hairless khajiit, hired by the Guard Captain in Whiterun to dig up dirt on me. And for some reason he mentioned you.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Oh. Him. Yes I was there, I was angry about... The guard routes here I believe. I had some gold and alchemical ingredients stolen, but it had nothing to do with you or your guards. There's an unbound scamp scuttling around this hold with them, I'm certain. She seemed *Very* Angry with you though.\"\n\n*The Guar wanted into his lap, they can't exactly do it themselves. He picked it up and it wedged itself between him and the chair.*\n\n\"I didn't like her. Too \"Good\". Everyone has flaws.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Indeed, she holds herself in a way that makes her very... Holier-than-thou. Like anyone who dares disagree with her is a blight on nirn.\" He says, \"She holds her guard to a truly brutal standard. Like they aren't human.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I would say she's hiding something, but i doubt it. Some people are just like that.\"\n\n*The watchling gave each of them a cup of tea. The leaves were a Deshaan import, but it was sweetened with a local sweetener, some kind of tree sap.*\n\n\"I heard that the captain in Solitude was replaced. By a Dunmer... Odd.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"A lot of weird things goin on.\" He says, \"I do think it's odd though, a Dunmer working with the Empire. Spitting in the face of everything they put them through.\" He says with a chuckle, \"But what do I know, I wasn't there.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"About as bad as what we put ourselves through.\"\n\n*He said, flatly.*\n\n\"Why are you here if not on Maven's behalf?\"\n\n*It was a plain question but it came off as accusatory. He took a sip of the tea, and the watchling floated up the tower.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I had questions and wanted answers. And you've provided them.\" He says, \"I'm here on my own behalf, I was investigating what happened in Riften, as well as why a thief attempted to steal from me.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Well, I'd like to know where you truly stand. I had been under the impression that she wrote your paychecks. The Captain in Whiterun gave me the impression that you were just as corrupt as Maven.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Corrupt is such a strong word.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Maven doesn't sign my paychecks, Jarl Laila does. Just like how Jarl Balgruuf signs Krowviir's.\" He says. He's telling the truth, as his official pay does come from the Jarl. \"If Maven tells me to jump I refer to my better judgement, will jumping better serve the people of Riften, or will crawling.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"And you don't worry even a bit about the sway she has over the Jarl? You must be well liked by the People. Or the Guild, as Krowviir accused you of.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"The people of Riften do like me. I keep them safe. My methods are my own, and so are my intentions.\" He says, \"The so-called Guild likely has mixed feelings about me, possibly negative, seeing as I've been attempting to root them out since I got my job as Guard Captain.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I'll take both of your stances, but I have no reason to believe her over you. The only enemies I *Want* To make in this hold own Meaderys.\"\n\n*He left his tea on a side table and stood, walking out the door, expecting him to follow him with the Guar. He walked to the pen, opening a barrel and tossing grain in for the Bantams.*"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He follows Indras, \"And that we share. Feuds between the Holds serves nobody, save for maybe the Thalmor.\" He watches the Bantams, \"I'm surprised they can stand the cold here, do you do something to keep them warm?\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He pointed to the Shed.*\n\n\"There's some little nests for them warmed with fire salts buried in the ground.\"\n\n*The little things walked around eating the grain, pecking like a chicken would, but a bit slower.*\n\n\"I don't eat them. It's just a hobby. I sometimes sell the eggs, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Very interesting, I may have to buy an egg or two at some point.\" He says, \"They are very... Intriguing creatures.\" He says, continuing to watch them scuttle around"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I considered raising Scribs but i don't think Skyrim needs an Egg mine.\"\n\n*He put the lid back on the barrel. The one that seemed to live in the tower was standing right next to Regulus. Indras looked at it.*\n\n\"They're not Guar, you know. Closer to Cliff Racers.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"An egg... Mine?\" He says inquisitively, he kneels down and pets the bantam, \"Guar... Cliff racers... I'll admit, I don't know much about Morrowind's fauna.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*The bantam rubbed up against his hand.*\n\n\"Oh. I forget most people don't know. Scribs are Kwama, they live in caves and slaves harvest the eggs inside. It isn't a job i envy.\"\n\n*He changed the topic.*\n\n\"I'm not used to seeing so many Argonians... Free. Riften and Windhelm both have quite a few of them. It takes getting used to.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'm sure many of the Saxhleel you see here aren't used to seeing Dunmer without a whip in hand.\" He says, \"I remember hearing about the Accession War, when the An-Xileel invaded Morrowind during the Red Year. It was a mess from what I heard, and word says the Thalmor incited in.\""
}
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{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Was never a good situation for either of us. I don't speak with them, they tend to be able to tell if you've ever been complacent with Slavery.\"\n\n*He began to walk back inside.*\n\n\"But it doesn't surprise me that the Thalmor were involved. Foolish people, so pressed about a Mortal ascending to godhood that they forget about all the others that did. Rahjin specifically, they don't outlaw his worship in their territory.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"They're a bunch of pompous fools.\" He says, \"Constantly messing with things they shouldn't.\" He chuckles, \"I remember reading they even had dealings with the Daedric Princes.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Does that even surprise you in the slightest? Only good thing to come off of that archipelago are the Psiijcs.\"\n\n*He sat back down in his chair, taking a sip of the tea.*\n\n\"Ah, I shouldnt keep you. Sure you have business back in riften, I'm sure there will be some thief Maven paid 5 septims to dig through your home.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"The Guild'll be down another thief, then.\" He says, \"But you're probably right, I'm sure she's especially suspicious of me, especially since I pretty much spit in her face.\" He laughs, \"Oh, by the by, if you cause a disturbance in Riften I will likely have to arrest you. Not that it will keep you for long, so it's mostly for show.\""
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I appreciate you understanding how such a circumstance would end.\"\n\n*He smiled.*\n\n\"Go along, I'll try and find you in the marketplace if i ever sell eggs again.\""
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He smiles, \" 'preciate it.\" He turns, mounting his horse and riding back to Riften, internally praying that he doesn't have to deal with *Another* Thief breaking into his office"
}
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{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven was in her travel gear... A cloth coat and hood, with gambeson padding underneath. Maul was with her, holding a torch for her to see the path of the slick, dank cave. She was investigating a rumor... Something useful, perhaps.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*There was a wooden sign deeper into the cave. \"The Panopticon. Daedra Welcome.\" Odd. There was a greenish hue to everything the deeper they got.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven snatches the torch from Maul.**\n\n\"Go back to the entrance. Keep watch.\"\n\n**Maul doesn't say another word. He doesn't even complain about having to walk back in the dark. Maven continues further into the depths, bringing down her hood and straightening out her hair in one hand.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*Ominous was the word. Very ominous. Rock walls turned darker, until they were covered with a black, web-like substance. She would emerge in a center cavern, lit by green candles. Around were shelves carved from stone, with Watchlings organizing books all around.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven brings a finger to some of the webbing, scooping it up and rubbing it between a thumb. She had simple leather gloves on, keeping her from potentially poisoning herself if the webbing was dangerous.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*It was very sturdy, it wasn't like a normal spider web. The sound of something large, with multiple legs, skittered down from the ceiling.*\n\n\"I have not received visitors in... Quite some time. What is it you seek?...\"\n\n*Before her was a Spider Daedra, a Very large one. The details of her weren't very visible, but her green, cephalopod eyes were practically piercing Mavens soul.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven knew how to hide her fear and maintain composure. But even still, a lump had grown into her throat that she simply kept swallowed.**\n\n\"I take it this cave doesn't see much use then... A miracle, that I found something useful in it based on conjecture.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*She frowned.*\n\n\"I have clients which my Watchlings provide for. Physical visits are rare.\"\n\n*She moved near one of the candles. Her face had fangs coming from the side, and her skin was a pearlescent deep, inky green.*\n\n\"And you are?\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She gives a little smile, watching the... Watchlings, scutter about.**\n\n\"If you are indeed a trader of secrets as I have heard... Then perhaps you already know who I am.\"\n\n**Maven glances at Wrye to read her as best she can through the darkness.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Hrmmmmmm... Black-Briar, yes. I've heard of you.\"\n\n*She put her hand under her chin, her nails were long, green, sort of crystalline.*\n\n\"What would bring someone of such power here?\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Why would anyone else come to this damp, webbed hole? Information, or your charms, perhaps.\"\n\n**Maven decided this time a friendlier approach would suffice for a daedra. She isn't much experienced with these sorts of entities.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Flattering. I may have what you seek. But knowledge has it's price.\"\n\n*She turned around. There was a \"Desk\" Of sorts at the other end of the room. Around it were piled of hand written books. Every step she took with one of her legs was like a sword stabbing the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"I'd expect nothing less.\"\n\n**She follows Wrye closely, taking a glimpse at the vast arrays of books she has collected. Not paritcularly reading, but drinking it in. She brushes some webbing off from her shoulder.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*There was an actual, real lantern on this desk. She had a bit of a librarian look, she wasn't the ridiculously attractive conventional spider daedra. She adjusted the glasses on her face, and opened a Ledger.*\n\n\"If it's a person, give me a Name. There will be something on everyone, but deep secrets on few.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Having a drought of information, are we? I'd expect a daedra of all things to have a bit more... Intimate knowledge.\"\n\n**Maven eyes the spider woman up and down, standing on the other side of the desk. She taps a foot... Thinking.**\n\n\"Firstly... What information do you have on -me-?\"\n\n**Maven had to know this first and foremost... To discern how much of a threat this being was to her. And how much she could barter.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"There are things not even Hermaeus Mora knows. I am a keeper of Secrets *Known*.\"\n\n*She snapped her fingers and a Watchling brought her a book. It was bound in Solidified webs, solid black, with a seal burned into it of a tentacled creature. At the top of the cover, \"MAVEN BLACK-BRIAR\"*\n\n\"Maven Black-Briar. Mother of Hemming, Ingun, and Sibbi Black-Briar. Considered by many the True head of riften. Heavily tied with the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood, and has ordered at least two assasinations. Owns the Meadery, which is the Economic heart of riften. Rumored to have killed her Spouse.\"\n\n*She shut the book, setting it to the side, and tapped her fingers on the desk.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven smirks. Good. Rumor, hearsay. Things that produce reasonable doubt. Nothing she doesn't already tout to those who make her angry.**\n\n\"Hmm...\" **Maven glances around for a chair or somewhere to seat herself on the other side of the desk.** \"So, what do you seek in exchange for knowledge on others, then? Secrets for secrets, I presume?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*There was a chair nearby. Made of steel, looked very apocryphal.*\n\n\"Secrets for Secrets. An even Trade, in accordance to your withdrawal.\"\n\n*Despite the nature of the circumstance, it sort of just felt like a normal transaction. Except of course, there was an imbalance of power. Maven had no room to bargain beyond Wrye's limits.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"And you are the one who dictates that value then. Hmm...\"\n\n**Maven helps herself to the seat, sitting upright. The fact that she was speaking to a giant spider woman was starting to fade from her mind. She was entering her element now; making deals.**\n\n\"Perhaps we can make an arrangement. One that gives more than demands from you.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Oh? And what might that be?\"\n\n*She awaited a response. The value of anything in her collection could be swayed on a whim by how much a mortal entertained her with their bargaining. She likes it when people try to make arrangements.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"I have a vast array of informants that keep me in-touch with citizenry of Riften, and others... Powerful political allies, enemies, rabble, idiots... A lot of information to feed. Many secrets to add to your collection.\"\n\n**Maven nods, bringing a leg over the other, and her hands resting on the knee.**\n\n\"I can keep a fairly steady stream of information funneled to you. A sort of... Down payment. After the value of the information is calculated, I can come in and obtain information on whatever or whomever I deem, based on the amount that's been funneled.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*She thought. She would accept this, under one condition.*\n\n\"One Secret, Normally i would copy the contents of your Memory and write it into a Dossier, as i have done with others, I only ask you tell me one thing that no other's know. Then I will accept this.\"\n\n*She smiled, her pupils widened, they were less squigly now.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven narrows her eyes a bit. She had to be careful which secret she gave. Anything she gave to Wyre could be accessed by someone else.**\n\n\"I can tell you *Why* I imprisoned my own son, Sibbi.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*Her head immediately affixed itself directly at maven. Her pupils narrowed, and her actual eyeball rippled like a cuttlefish would camouflaging.*\n\n\"Tell me.\"\n\n*Her voice was a little deeper, more tired sounding. Not exactly like her God, but an emulation of his manner of speech.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "\"That idiot killed someone. Some whore's brother he was fiddling around with. Her brother accused Sibbi of being unfaithful, and the fool killed him.\"\n\n**Maven huffs.**\n\n\"I had him jailed to mitigate these damages.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "*She blinked, all 8 of her eyes, a long, slow blink.*\n\n\"Good... Yes, that will do nicely. I may uphold my end of the bargain, who do you wish to Know about?\"\n\n*She had switched rapidly from that state when she was speaking differently, it was unnerving, as though it was a separate entity when it wasnt.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven thought for a moment.**\n\n\"There was some sort of... Telvanni mage in Riften earlier this week. But, I don't have a name.\"\n\n**She taps her chin.**\n\n\"Regulus Verus if you have nothing on the mage.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Indras... He is a Frequent client. Him and the other Telvanni, Byleth. Both have been here.\"\n\n*She extended the S on the end of every word that ended with one. It was just the way she spoke. A watchling brought over a very large tome. Indras Demnevanni. It was the comprehensive history of his life. Slavery, Murder, his bedroom activities, every imaginable type of Blackmail was in here.*\n\n\"If you wanted to, I would tell some of the Saxhleel in the city about his Slave Ownership, he would be hated by them. But he isn't very fond of them either. I have nothing on a \"Regulus\", but it sounds very familiar...\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven raises a brow.**\n\n\"Nothing on Regulus? That is... Unusual, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"It is... But its not unheard of. Most likely a clerical error by the Watchlings. I have a... Regulia? Regkyr? Nothing else.\"\n\n*She frowned... It was odd, even to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven quietly makes note of this, but mentions nothing for now.**\n\n\"Back to the Telvanni. Can you tell me something he cherishes?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Bantam Guar. He has a small roost of them. Were something to happen, it would infuriate him.\"\n\n*He would likely come to kill Maven, but in such a fit of rage, he would take no care for the Civilians around.*\n\n\"He also likes to wear Dresses.\"\n\n*She closed the book.*\n\n\"You are free to keep this, i will make a new copy shortly.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She raises a brow.**\n\n\"The entire book? No strings attached, besides that I keep my end of the bargain in this arrangement?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Yes, these reproductions mean nothing to me. I can always write a new one.\"\n\n*The book was about 5 inches thick, it was 300 year worth of someones life, down to tiny details.*"
}
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{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She looked the book over, spine to cover, opening to the first page.**\n\n\"Interesting... He must either be very open, or very frequent as a customer, to have a book this large. How careless of him...\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"No, He sought something of such magnitude. It required an equal trade.\"\n\n*Thats all she would say. Cryptic.*\n\n\"Oh, and one more thing.\"\n\n*Her pupils narrowed.*\n\n**\"If you ever fail to uphold you end of the Bargain, I will raze that city to the ground. I do not care for it. Do not disappoint me.\"**\n\n*He voice was booming, the louder it got the more it sounded like she was speaking with water in her mouth. She meant this threat.*"
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**She simply smirks.**\n\n\"Then that would be the second threat of involving burning I've had this week. Don't worry, creature. You'll have your information. Perhaps even some on this Regulus fellow, soon.\"\n\n**Maven nods.**\n\n\"What is your name? I don't feel like calling you creature.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"Wrye Panoptica. Keeper of Secrets-Known. I serve Hermaeus Mora, obviously. Many believe he disapproves of meddling in mortal affairs. He approves, in the pursuit of Knowledge only.\"\n\n*She looked around. The cavern was large, and there were smaller caves splitting off from it.*\n\n\"This is perhaps the most comprehensive library on tamriel currently. Artaeum may compete. May.\""
},
{
"author": "Maven Black-Briar",
"message": "**Maven nods, finally sitting up from her chair, holding her torch up, which was beginning to dim.**\n\n\"A... Pleasure... Working with you, Panoptica. I'm certain our relations will be beneficial for both of us.\"\n\n**Maven proceeded to dimiss herself, beginning her trek back to the entrance.**"
},
{
"author": "Wrye Panoptica",
"message": "\"My library is always open to you.\"\n\n*She scuttled up the wall towards an alcove on the ceiling of the cave. Now there was a degree of serenity here in the cave, solitude.*"
}
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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "A few days after Dotty returned from Riften, she found herself and Wilhelm having an in depth conversation. It was so very late at night, probably around 11pm and soft voices could be heard from the kitchen\n\n{Wilhelm} \"Dotty, don't you think its time to go out into the world? You cant stay in this little village forever\"\n\n\"What? What do you mean I cant stay here? Are you kicking me out? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG??!? IM SORRY! I'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME!! DONT KICK ME OUT PLEASE!!!\"\n\nThe woman sounded slightly distressed as her voice raised and sounded almost panicked\n\n{Wilhelm} \"Wh-no.. Dotty, that's not what I'm doing, and please quiet down.. The customers are sleeping.. You don't want to wake them. I just want what is best for you. Why not go to the Bards Collage of Solitude? The customers really like your songs.. I think you would be a great bard. There is also the Collage of Winterhold too.. You always been good with that magic stuff. What about the adventurer that you always tell me about? The one from your story books? You could go out and see the world and all it has to offer. I just think your talents are wasted here\"\n\n\"Are you gaslighting me Wilhelm?!? What if I don't want to go out into the world! What if I like it here, living with you?!!? I like this small village!\"\n\n{Wilhelm} \"Dotty, you knew this day was going to come.. I explained it to you before bringing you back from the orphanage. I told you that you can stay with me while you get on your feet. It seems that you haven't made any effort to do that. You cant sleep on the basement floor forever, you realize that right? I'm doing this because I love you like I would love my own child. You won't take the first step on your own so I'm giving you the push you need to become somebody better.\"\n\nWith that, a silver haired woman came stomping out of the kitchen and made her way out to the front porch of the Inn. It seemed like she was in tears and obviously pouting"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "The young Dunmer entered into the inn, pulling down her hood to reveal dark black hair, and her piercing red eyes.\n\nThe Dunmer looked around the inn, a bit. Realizing it was pretty much nearly empty, most of the patrons were sleeping or quietly eating. It was late at night. Neyna was looking for work, as well as a place to sleep for the night before she would continue her way around Skyrim.\n\nShe noticed a woman and a man arguing over something. While the commotion built up, it slowly would be burnt out. The woman sobbing and making her way to the porch. The woman looked, looked like she had seen better days. Neyna thought maybe if she offered some comfort she would make the woman feel a bit better. Heading back outside, she would look for the woman."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*As Neyna walked out she would find the silver haired woman sitting on the front step on the inn. Her arm rested on her knee and her hand cupping her cheek. She knew Wilhelm was right but that didn't make the process any less painful.*\n\n*Hearing the door open behind her, Dotty looked back with her green and yellow eyes. Expecting to see Wilhelm but only being met by a stranger. Dotty thought she was blocking the Woman's way, so she decided to scooch over to the side to let her pass. With tears still running down her cheek, she softly apologized for standing in her way*\n\n\"S-Sorry.. You may pass...\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She rubbed the back of her neck, being social or being a source of advice was not her strong suit.\n\n\"I uh... Actually came to check up on you. You going to be alright? I mean, what did he say back there? Hopefully it wasn't too mean.\" She walked a bit closer to her."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty remained silent for a few seconds before replying. She wasn't use to having people worry about her too much. Wilhelm was one thing, but having a total stranger check up on her felt a little weird.* \n\n\"He is basically saying I should start a life elsewhere.. I know he means well by it, but... I guess I got too comfortable here, even though I knew it was going to be temporary.. Where am I suppose to go? I don't know anything beyond the rift... He said I should go to one of the collages, but do I really want that?\""
}
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{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"You want my advice from an adventurer? Just do it. You won't really know until you get there yourself. If it was a waste of time, the journey there will surely have stories to tell. I've been all over Cyrodiil, some things I was skeptical on... But once I've made my way there. Be at the gates, you'll get your answer. As for which College, I'm a stranger to Skyrim. I've heard tales of the Bards College as well as the Mage's College. But never been there myself.\" Neyna crossed her arms and leaned onto the fence post."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "\"I know he means well and its probably for the best, but I cant decide on where I want to go. How am I suppose to know what one would be the right answer? What if I choose and find out it was the wrong move? I guess I can wander around aimlessly until I figure it out, but doing it alone sounds like a good way to get killed. I don't know how to protect myself...\" *Dotty looked up to Neyna before a breeze blew her hair out of her face just enough to expose a scar across her left eye and down her cheek* \"Ill go out to find my place and end up getting killed by a river troll or something..\"\n\n*Dotty looked back down to the road just below the steps of the Inn. She appeared to have calmed down but it seemed this woman seemed really unsure about herself. Also, it sounded like she was the type to think the worse about every situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She gave a long sigh and tapped her fingers on the fence post.\n\n\"Well I can teach you how to fight, or I can take you to one of the places. Fighting is easy to pick up, but hard to master. I can least make you not a novice when it comes to sword fighting.\" Neyna offered."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty though about her offer as a long silence ensued. She knew she didn't have much to offer but wasn't really in any position to refuse. Shortly after, she looked back to Neyna and and tilted her head slightly*\n\n\"Would you really do that? Kindness of such is a rare sight to see. One might assume that the other has an ulterior motive.. But you don't seem like that bad of a person really.. I don't have anything to offer besides my healing services or a few coin i managed to scrape up over the last month\""
}
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{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"How much coin you got anyways?\" Neyna shrugged, if she was too broke. She would just take her to one of the colleges. Whether one she would like. Either she became a bard or a mage, Neyna didn't care which. As long as the girl has a better future than freezing to death or being homeless."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty reached into the pocket of her bards keeper outfit and pulled out a small coin pouch. She then dumped it into her hand and started to count really quick.* \n\n\"I have... 35 gold... That's maybe enough to get me to whiterun... Maybe...\" \n\n*Dotty put the coins back in her pouch before putting it back in her pocket. Safe to say she was broke.* \n\n\"I can probably get some coin from Wilhelm if I tell him I'm heading out though... I'm sure he won't send me off empty handed!\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "<35? That's barely enough...Neyna groaned in her head.\n\nShe took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring a bit.\n\n\"Well, I can take you there for free. Or at least, you'll own me a monthly fee. Think of it, like taking a loan.\" She would cross her arms and give her offer to give her protection and training to either Solitude or Windhelm."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty thought about it for a minute before a passing question krept in her mind.* \n\n\"How was it when you first left home? Is it this unsettling for everyone?\"\n\n*Dotty tilted her head before continuing.*\n\n\"Anyway, I think that would be ok.. How much is your fee if I may ask?\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"I guess I've never had a problem. Home was weird for me... Another story for another time. As for my fee, I'll tell you at the end of journey. I suggest you buy some rations with your gold. I'm buying you a sword... That way you're not defenseless. Unless you don't think you'll like swords.\" Neyna shrugged.\n\nNeyna never really had a home. There were times when they would migrate to set up their campsite at a new place. The wilderness was her home. Skyrim felt a bit different, but she was no stranger to the wilds."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "\"A sword? I do have a bow I take with me when I go to Riften once every week... As for the rations, I'm sure Wilhelm won't mind me taking some dried fish before heading out... Though it might be best to head out tomorrow. I'm sure I can get you a free room for tonight since you'll be my body guard?\"\n\n*Dotty explained before standing up. Taking a closer look at Neyna, she couldn't help but be a little curious about her people, considering she haven't met too many dunmer in her lifetime. That would probably be a story for another day as well.* \n\n\"Anyway, I'm going to go talk to Wilhelm... Oh by the way, he is the owner of you didn't already know.. I at least want to tell him I'll be leaving by morning.. If that's ok with you that is.\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"You might have a bow, but what if a bandit gets too close and has a Dagger to your throat? You'll need a backup Weapon.\" She told Dottie.\n\n\"I thank you for the free room. We shall depart in the morning, after I buy some extra supplies for the long road. Sleep on it, what where we heading to. Solitude or Winterhold... I'm not taking you to both I'm afraid.\" She added and thanked the Breton."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "\"Yeah.. I guess your right.. Blades would be good to have too, since I don't know any good spells yet... Anyway, let's head back inside, it's getting cold. \"\n\n*Dotty mentioned as she led the way back into the Inn. As they entered, They would soon do d out that Wilhelm would was already off to bed. Dotty took this liberty to go behind the counter and grabbed a key before handing it to Neyna.*\n\n\"Here, take this.\"\n\n*Dotty let out a bit of a yawn before continuing.*\n\n\"It's the room over to your left. I'll see you in the morning, ok\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Thank you. The name is Neyna, I believed we never gave names.\" Neyna took the key and placed it into her hand."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty paused for a moment and tilted her head.*\n\n\"Oh? You're right we never got eachothers names. It's nice to meet you Neyna, I'm Dotty Felbrook\" \n\n*She mentioned with a smile.*\n\n\"If you need anything let me know, or ask Wilhelm of you see him. We are usually up at random hours throughout the night.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"I'll be fine thank you.\" She gave her a nod before finding her room and getting ready to get some rest for the night; it was going to be a long journey for the two. Where-ever they were going for the journey; Neyna for sure would make sure that Dotty would make it there in one piece. For now, she took her armor off and crawled into bed and closed her eyes."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*With that, Dotty made her way back to the basement where she also got ready for bed.* \n\n{The next morning}\n\n*Dotty woke up at the ass crack of dawn where she walked upstairs to let Wilhelm know of her plan. She explained that she would like to try to become a bard at the collage of solitude. As she explained, Wilhelm handed her a small pouch of gold. A little token he was saving up for when Dotty's went out into the world. She already had her her satchel, bow, and a quiver full of arrows ready for the journey. Dotty gave Wilhelm a quick hug, but decided the goodbyes should be short and painless. So she went out and waited on the porch for Neyna to get ready.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna awoke, drooling on her own pillow. She jerked awake as she saw the morning sun poke through the shaft above her wall. She got dressed, fixed herself up, and got geared up. She would have some breakfast, which was just some jerky she had saved up in her bag and she would walk out.\n\n\"You're bright an early, you do have a village in this town right?\" She asked as she gave a stretch."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*As Neyna walked out, Dotty seemed to be daydreaming lost in thought. The air would still be rather chilly considering Ivarstead was still in the shadow of the mountain. As she heard a voice behind her, Dotty turned.*\n\n\"Hmm? Oh... Yeah I'm usually up around this time... And a village? What do you mean? This is a village, but I'm not sure if we have a smaller village with in the village...\"\n\n*Dotty looked a little confused as to what the Dunmer meant by Village*"
}
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{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She rubbed her eyes.\n\n\"Did I village? I meant town, small town. I just woke up... Not a morning person.\" Neyna groaned.\n\n\"Well hopefully the Blacksmith is open, you'll need a sword or a Dagger. Maybe a Shortsword will do you good. Then, the general store to buy some toy swords. They make good practice sword or if the Blacksmith has the time to make us some practice swords. After that, we can head off to Solitude.\" She discussed their plan."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty chuckled softly to herself. She understood the feeling of confusion as soon as someone woke up. Numerous times she had to jump out of bed to help a customer in the dead of night.*\n\n\"It's alright.. I hate to break it to you, but we don't have a blacksmith or a general store here either... Farming village that has to go all the way to Riften for supplies. What sence does that make right? I'm sure we can pick that stuff up on the way no?\"\n\n*Dotty mentioned as she stood from the steps she was sitting on.*"
},
{
"author": "vexx_of_sloth",
"message": "Sorry, passed out early. Flu got me messed up lol"
}
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