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{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty followed beside Neyna. Noticably, Dotty would be keeping an eye out as well but was more sight seeing at this point. As they walked, Dotty figured it would be a good time for some small talk.* \n\n\"So, you said it was easy when leaving home for the first time... Tell he a little about yourself? How did you end up in a place like this?\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna looked over and gave a shrug.\n\nShe didn't really want to tell the whole story, she barely knew Neyna and didn't trust her with that kind of infomation. But she would give a quick and vague answer.\n\n\"I didn't live in a city, more of a camp. I lived with my family with other people. A nomadic life, we had big campsites and lived nearby the cities in Cyrodiil. When the time came, I simply left my home to forge my own destiny. I've been all over Cyrodiil, so in a way. The wilds of Cyrodiil was truly my home. I knew those better than any streets in the cities. It's like learning how to swim, you'll be scared at first. But you'll see the world has more to offer than what you've been told or seen at the time.\" She explained. \n\nNot hinting that her friends and family were scattered or dead. That her mother rotted away in a prison cell."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "\"Cyrodiil huh? That's the place that had the oblivion crisis a long time ago right? I hear the imperial city has beautiful architecture... Not that I would like to live there. Visiting the city is nice every once in a while but seems a pain to live there. I prefer smaller villages myself\"\n\n*Dotty adjusted her bow that hing over her shoulder before sticking her hands in the front pocket of her barkeeper's outfit before continuing.* \n\n\"What was your family like? Any brothers or sisters?\"\n\n*Askin' all them questions, askin'all them questions? Why you askin' all them questions... Making statements... Asooo-min'?*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"The Oblivion Crisis happened all over, but yeah Cyrodiil was the heart of it all. As for my family, I was the only child. Didn't have any siblings, I'm not really on good terms with my parents... And no. I'm not talking about it. But before I was on bad terms, my parents expected a lot from me. I trained, studied, and worked hard when I was of age.\"\n\n\"I know they stilled care for me... But again I don't want to get into it.\" She would boldly state."
},
{
"author": "Dottie",
"message": "*Dotty frowned a bit at the news of Neyna not being on good terms with her parents but understood why she didn't really feel like getting into it.* \n\n\"Oh.. It's ok, I understand.. I hope whatever it is that it works out in the end.\"\n\n*She commented with a bashful smile. Dotty didn't mean to pry, she just figured small talk would help pass the time a little bit. That, and she often liked to hear stories of others. As it was her way of living vicariously through the experience of others.* \n\n*The journey continued onward and Dotty felt it was best to stay quiet the rest of the way. Wilhelm often told her that she was a bit long winded when it came to others but can you blame her? That's how she made her tips while working.* \n\n*Eventually, distinctive howling could be heard a bit off the trail followed by distant yipping, catching Dotty's attention. She turned to the right of the trail and off to the left as she sounds seemed to surround them, though remained distant.*\n\n\"Hmm? Wolves? This early in the day? I thought they mostly hunted at night...\" \n\n*Dotty didn't seem too bothered by them but did happen to take her hands out of the front pocket of her attire and placed it on her bow.*"
}
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{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "A one armed argonian sits at a table toward the back, a book opened and placed in front of her. She doesn't seem to be fully paying attention to her reading material, glancing up every so often at the door. To the right of her book is a flagon of mead that seems untouched. She was never one for drinking quickly, preferring to savor each sip and all the flavors involved. Maybe in another life, she would have been a brewer. *Where is he?* She thinks to herself. *He was supposed to be here by now. I have a seat for him and everything.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Whatcha readin'?\" The alleged nord asks, \"Looks interesting.\" Standing right behind the argonian, peering over her shoulder. He takes a step back, walking to the other side of the table, \"Did you order me one?\" Asks, pointing the flagon, \"Usually I try to make sure a woman doesn't pay for her own drinks, but it seems I was too late to stop you.\""
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"A book.\" She said flatly. \"More specifically, a thaumaturgy spell book.\" Feeling it rude to continue reading while in the company of a coworker, Steps closes her book and places it in her satchel. Next time she's at the college, maybe someone there could explain the concepts to her that she wasn't getting. \"I didn't know you wanted one. Or if you prefer Black Briar or Honningbrew.\" She takes a sip. \"I'm personally a Honningbrew person myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Ugh, if I have to hear about the Black-Briars one more time I'll consider swallowing one of my bullets.\" He says, \"Maven wants this, Maven wants that, it's like she owns the Thieves Guild.\" He sighs, \"Honningbrew makes much better mead. Though that mead from Helgen? That's good.\" He says, \"So you're reading up on Thaumaturgy? I can barely wrap my head around destruction, that's why I prefer a more direct approach to things.\""
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "Was that a smile on her face? \"I haven't been to Helgen in ages.\" She sighs. \"Still, we are here on business right? You have the contract information, don't you?\""
},
{
"author": "eggplantsrbetter",
"message": "Adr: \"I thought you had it?\" He says, with an almost genuine look of shock on his face, he then breaks and laughs, \"Yeah, yeah, one second.\" He says, placing his satchel on the table, taking a journal out and removing a leaf of paper from it, \"Here it is.\" He says, sliding it over to Steps, \"For you, m'lady\""
},
{
"author": ".shadowhawk",
"message": "Her tail flicks in annoyance as she wonders why Adrian isn't taking this as seriously. She takes the journal and flips it open, giving it a read. \"This shouldn't be too hard...\" Almost instantly, she closes the journal. \"There's a Breton living in Riften. His wife made this contract, apparently he cheated. Scum.\" The last word came out as more of a hiss."
},
{
"author": "eggplantsrbetter",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Hah, the man cheats and she does the Black Sacrament? Someone doesn't have their life together.\" He says, \"Any specific way she wants us to do this? Cause I could do this alone, blindfolded. Unless he's got his own security detail or something.\""
},
{
"author": ".shadowhawk",
"message": "Steps flips through the pages some more, gathering information rather quickly. \"Says here that he hangs out in the market all day. Other accounts say he's a flirt.\" The gears in her brain turn as she begins to make a plan of action. \"How about this, I lure him out of town, make him feel secure, and then you take him out?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Hmmm, market'll be busy, crowd work is my specialty. While you have him distracted I can sneek up and stab him in the throat, and keep moving. That's when you put on the waterworks, keep the crowd distracted while I escape.\" He says, \"Might poison my blade, too, something to make him die faster. I could also hide in the rooftops and take him out from a distance, quick bullet to the head.\" He says, reaching into his ammo pouch and placing a round lead bullet on the table, \"Never understimate the humble sling.\""
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "A sling was a weapon that Steps had never seen up close before, outside of children's toys. Lots of the kids in Riften had them, and it never dawned on her that it could be used to kill. Of course, unless it was seriously modified, she couldn't use it. \"Any idea what poison you'll use?\" She took another sip of her mead, finishing it."
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"Paralysis or Harming. Paralysis will stop him from noticing me, no head turning, stiff as a board. Harming will make him die faster, simple as that. Won't need poison for the distance approach, since my poison bullets tend to... Splash a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"Paralysis might be our best bet.\" Steps replies. \"Or better yet, I know some alchemists have poisons that do both.\" She opens her bag and looks through the contents, seeing if she had any poisons to help. As it turns out, she didn't have any, but she did have something that might work. The lizard takes a small vial out of her bag and places it in front of Adrian. \"Would you care for a potion of invisibility?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"No need, I'm good at avoiding suspicion.\" He says, \"It's all about blending in with the crowd, you have to own that you have no idea what's going on.\" He continues"
},
{
"author": "Steps-In-Shadows",
"message": "\"You are correct in that.\" Steps looks out the window at the setting sun. \"It will be night by the time we make it to Riften. Do you want to rent a room here for the night and leave tomorrow at dawn?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Nihilius",
"message": "\"That'd probably be best.\" He says, \"Market is typically closed at night, so we should wait till mornin.\""
}
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{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*Wrenn pushed open the tavern door and entered, a backpack on his back filled with the supplies he had been sent to gather for the fort before he took a seat at one of the many tables, his elven knife strapped to his thigh*\n\n\"Okay from here it should take a day or two to get back to Riften and then half a day to get back to the Fort.. The ice wraith teeth should keep the food fine for that time at the very least. So that's fine.\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*Someone walked in. Some... Thing. She was about the same height as Wrenn, though the horns sprouting from her head made her taller. Too short to be an altmer, but her eyes were red, anyway. She had a backpack, a staff, and two swords. She was wearing a cozy looking fur dress with fur on the edges. She was also carrying a masque on her hip, a strange one. She spoke to the innkeeper, and somehow managed to get a room and a few bottles of mead for only 7 gold. Odd. She sat down and began to write something.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He looked over at the new figure for a few moments, horns were a bit of an oddity on most things, and being around his height was also strange for most races, though she had red eyes so she wasn't a vampire which allowed him to relax slightly*\n\n\"Stendarr's people would be interested, but that's not my job\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She seemed startled by him... Speaking. She tended to get ignored, or just avoided.*\n\n\"Oh, um, yes, Stendarr? The one who doesn't like Daedra... Nothing to see here about that...\"\n\n*She had a cockney sort of accent. She was also a bit chubby. She was writing in Daedric, and her handwriting wasn't very good, you could barely tell what it was.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Yeah.. Nothing to see, other than the horns on someone who isn't an Argonian\"\n\n*He put his backpack down on the floor so he could turn around on the bench, she could be writing in Nordic and Wrenn still wouldn't know anyway since he can't read*\n\n\"But they ain't around here in Ivarstead very often, and as long as you don't stay somewhere too long it becomes hard to track you down\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"S-some Bosmer have them! It's not weird at all.\"\n\n*She stopped writing and frantically put the journal back in her bag.*\n\n\"What do you want? You already know what I am...\"\n\n*The mention of the Vigilants made her know that he knew what she was. The Clavicus vile imagery on her... Everything... Didn't help.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Bosmer can have horns? Valindor never mentioned that..\"\n\n*He looked around slightly and then back at her horns*\n\n\"You're short too.. Valindor was pretty tall though\"\n\n*He rubbed his chin in thought before narrowing his eyes*\n\n\"Alright then Bosmer\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Yeah, *You* Are short. Keep it to yourself! I don't want any goblins talking to me...\"\n\n*She didn't actually want him to leave her alone. Just to stop playing games. Odd that she had all of that mead but hadn't drank it.*\n\n\"The Bosmer... The ones from Valenwood, they have horns.\"\n\n*She had heard this from one. It was true. Worthy Bosmer had their names \"Spun\" By spinners to give them horns.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"You're the same height as me, and I'm a Nord not a goblin\"\n\n*He crossed his arms over his chest and leant back*\n\n\"You ever been to Valenwood? Valindor says that the trees in Riften remind him of Autumn back home. Could use that in a lie\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She sighed loudly.*\n\n\"Okay... But they *Can* Have horns...\"\n\n*She looked him in the eyes.\"\n\n\"You *Know* I'm a Daedra, you said so earlier. So... Do you... Care? You don't want to kill me?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I don't kill Daedra, I'm supposed to kill Vampires but they haven't let me come on any hunts yet, so I haven't killed any Vampires yet. Daedra are a job for the Vigilant of Stendarr but you don't seem very able to kill\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"What do you mean by that? We do always come back...\"\n\n*She seemed relieved. She gave him one of the things of Mead. But she didn't open one for herself.*\n\n\"You are... Those... Dawnguard? The guards dont shut up about them...\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I mean you seem kinda soft and not violent, and yeah I'm a Junior Hunter with the Dawnguard, name's Wrenn VΓ©los, what's yours?\"\n\n*He held out his hand*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She frowned at the admittedly correct comment. It wasn't violence that made her dangerous.*\n\n\"Majorah Tysena. A lot of Daedra don't have normal names.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Names are names, doesn't matter if they're 'normal' or not\"\n\n*He shrugged slightly and looked down at the bottle of mead she had given him*\n\n\"What brings you to the Rift?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Wandering... Isn't much else to do... But I like to Learn. About Mortals... Most of us look down on you but... I find your kind so interesting.\"\n\n*The innkeeper brought her a plate of food. Lamb, steamed vegetables, and a bowl of soup. How did she get this and a room for 7 gold? The innkeeper wasn't even acknowledging her horns. Didn't see anything weird about her.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"So what's with all the imagery and symbols? They look important\"\n\n*He made a vague motion at her clothes as he spoke*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Every... Well most Daedra has a Prince. Mine is Clavicus Vile. Bargains and all that...\"\n\n*She pulled up that Mask from her side.*\n\n\"This is his Masque. The Masque. I could talk my way into or out of anything with it...\"\n\n*She began to eat the meal. She didn't have to, but she wanted to. Food was one of her favorite things, despite not needing it.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Uh-huh. Yeah and uhh who's Clavicus Vile?\"\n\n*He tapped the cork of his mead a bit before biting down on it*\n\n\"Oh ew, that's a bad taste\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh uhm... The Prince of Bargains... Deals... He started the Umbriel mess... With the big island controlled by the sword...\"\n\n*It sounded like nonsense but it was true.*\n\n\"I don't like it either... I was going to sell it later.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Okay and the 2nd question.. What's Umbriel?\"\n\n*He looked back up at Majorah as he spoke*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Uhm... Well after Vivec disappeared, the big rock over Vivec city was going to crash. They made a deal with Lord Vile to keep it up with the power of souls. The Sword... Well... The entity that is also the sword? It broke it and the rock caused the Red year, and then the sword took a piece of land from Vile's realm and wrought havoc on Tamriel for a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He blinked a few times before nodding, he looked incredibly lost*\n\n\"Okay.. Who's Vivec and why was there a big rock over his city?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She sighed. She knew more about mortal affairs than this mortal.*\n\n\"Vivec was a living god of the Dunmer he and... The other two, they took the power of an Aedra i think. The rock was supposed to be a prank by Sheogorath... But Vivec left it floating above the city as a symbol of his power.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh the Aedra like Mara? She has a temple in Riften and Maramel is always talking about her, she seems cool. Also who's Sheogorath?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Do you know... Anything?\"\n\n*She sighed again.*\n\n\"Sheogorath is the Prince of Madness. Make's people go crazy.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I know that Dravin is a heavy sleeper, so it's easy to steal the odd crop from him. And I know that you can get married in the temple of Mara in riften. Also taking a Mace to the leg usually breaks the leg\"\n\n*He counted off the facts on his fingers*\n\n\"And I know you're called Majorah\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I guess that is *Something*.\"\n\n*She frowned. At herself, for being rude.*\n\n\"I'm sorry I'm just used to talking to... Mages... Scholars, people like that.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I'm definitely not a mage, and I never learnt how to read or write, so I doubt I'll be much of a scholar. I'm good with my daggers, so I hunt Vampires and I'm good with my hands, so I used to steal\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I've never seen a vampire. I don't think. I tried blood once... I didn't like it, I don't know how they manage it. I went to Coldharbour once, where they end up when they die. They don't have it good there.\"\n\n*She had finished most of her food and was now eating the soup. Smelled like chicken.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh that's a shame. I hoped when they died they'd go to a better place, where their affliction wouldn't affect them..\"\n\n*He looked a bit sad as be stared down at his mead*\n\n\"Death only makes it worse them huh\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"They just... Arent cared for. Better than the Soul Shriven who are just slaves... But the Daedra are the rulers of these realms. Mortals are just... Visitors.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh were back to new words, what are the Soul Shriven? Also how do you get to the liquid in this?\""
}
] | 56 | 2,020 |
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{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Oh! They're... They're like you... Just without a Soul. They end up like that if they worship Molag Bal, or get their soul taken or something...\"\n\n*She finished her plate and pushed it to the center of the table.*\n\n\"You just... Pull the Cork out...\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"They're like me?\"\n\n*He gripped the cork and pulled it out before putting it down on the table*\n\n\"How are they like me?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Mortal's. Were... Mortals... A lot were Vampire hunters, i think. So... Don't die?\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"I dont plan on dying anytime soon. Hopefully\"\n\n*He took a sip of the mead before nodding*\n\n\"Still stuck in the fort until they trust me to come on hunts\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I think it's because you're short.\"\n\n*She said, bluntly.*\n\n\"I saw 2 of you i think. One was bathed in Meridia's light... The other in Boethiah's deceit. They were walking back from a cave. There were vampires in it... They didn't want to talk to me.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Me being short is irrelevant, also names are more useful or perhaps even a physical description of them?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"An Argonian and a Dunmer. The Dunmer had these great big spiky pauldrons... Blind in one eye. I didn't get names.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh the Argonian is probably Speaks in Tongues, he's pretty big on Meridia and her hatred of the undead.. Though the Dunmer I'm not sure on. Still don't know everyone's name\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Yeah me neither.\"\n\n*She Frowned.*\n\n\"Lord Vile was in a cave with a few vampires. They wanted a cure from him. He was probably going to kill them all... Thats a cure.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Yeah I suppose that is technically a cure for Vampirism, Speaks would be a big fan of that idea too. Though going to Coldharbor upon death doesn't sound like a good cure\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"That's... Thats what Vile is about. Technicalities. I made someone the best Bard in Leyawiin once. Had him kill the better bards. There is a real cure. Through Molag Bal or other methods.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Yeah I suppose that would make him the best bard. And theres really a cure for Vampirism?\"\n\n*He took another sip of his mead before smiling slightly*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"There's a guy I've met in Oblivion... You need a Mortal soul for it though... And i think that soul is condemned to Coldharbor. Always a catch...\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh that's not as hopeful as I hoped.. Shame I guess\"\n\n*He took another sip*\n\n\"It's kinda sweet\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"I never liked it... I drank one and got... Drunk? I passed out... I could've died.\"\n\n*She frowned. She liked it but couldn't handle it at all.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Daedra die if they get drunk? That's an interesting weakness to have.. Kinda sucks too\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"No... Not at all. I just... I said a lot of things, made people mad. I just cant handle it for some reason.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh that's very unfortunate, I'm sorry to hear that\"\n\n*He sat back up and covered his mouth to yawn*\n\n\"You're pretty cool\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Cool... Cold?\"\n\n*She'd never heard that expression before. It confused her.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Like nice, fun to meet not like cold. You seem like a good person that sort of thing, ya know?\"\n\n*He finished what was left of his mead and smiled*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"No... No i did some things under Lord Vile... I'm not \"Good\". Not in the slightest.\"\n\n*She regrets a lot. A lot, a lot. Vile's weakened state made her realize this, even if she personally restored his power.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Meh, very few people are good but you've been nice to me and that's a pretty important part of my opinion of you\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"Thats... A fresh perspective. A lot of prople get caught in the Past... Or morals. Daedra change as people do... My \"Past\" Was a thousand years ago...\""
}
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{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"All those years and you're only my height. That's kinda funny\"\n\n*He chuckled slightly and leant back on the bench*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*She frowned.*\n\n\"That's one of the one things I can't choose... I can pick my gender and the way i look mostly, but my height is based on how long it's been since I've reformed.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"How long has it been since you reformed? You don't look super old, more like Svana than someone like Edda, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"It was... 300 years after 2E582. I was defeated by a Hero in the Clockwork City. The same one who stopped Molag Bal then. The oldest of us can be 7 feet tall.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "*He looked like he was trying to do the math for a while*\n\n\"So that would be 2E still.. 5+3 is..\"\n\n*He tried counting on his fingers*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"949 I think... There's older here in skyrim actually. Wrye is a spider Daedra here in the rift... And then Zethizz... I don't know how old he is...\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"That's a big number.. And there's older than you? Do Daedra never die of old age because i know you said you can't be killed or anything for real, but do you not fade back to your plain of oblivion after however many years?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"We're supposed to be in oblivion... But we aren't. I was summoned by a weak sorcerer, unbound. When we're summoned without binding, we don't disappear. We can roam until we're defeated. We can't die of old age, either.\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh that's pretty cool, so you'll be around this world until someone kills you and then you'll go to Oblivion until you're summoned again?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"No... I die here i have to Reform... It's... Unpleasant...\"\n\n*She shuddered thinking about it.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Oh you have to reform in Oblivion? Does that take a long time to do?\""
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "\"It's different every time.\"\n\n*A vigilant had entered around halfway through their conversation. He had had enough.\n\n\"Die, wretched thing!\"\n\nShe moved out of the way of his mace and drew one of her blades.*"
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Well that seems like the end of our conversation for now\"\n\n*Wrenn stood up and drew his elven dagger from the sheath on his hip and attempted to stab the vigilant in throat with it*"
},
{
"author": "Majorah Tysena",
"message": "*Both blades connected with the vigilant at the same time. He fell in a pool of his own blood. Majorah went off to the innkeeper and walked to her room.*\n\n\"Sorry it was cut short, i have to lay low for a bit, but it was nice talking to you!\""
},
{
"author": "Wrenn Velos",
"message": "\"Yeah see you around Majorah\"\n\n*He picked up his backpack before looking around the inn*\n\n\"I should definitely get going\""
}
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Inside was quiet, most of everyone was asleep besides some maidens keeping the place clean and heavy Guard patrols."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She lead Reg through winding hallways and through many locked doors. Before they would be in a hidden room, surrounded by stone and a heavy locked door.\n\n\"No more bullshit. No more games.\" She turned to Reg, her tone more serious. She was not in the mood for jokes, but not angry with him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Oookay...\" He says, kind of shocked, \"I wasn't expecting to be put in a dungeon, today.\" He looks Krowviir in the eyes, a dark presence hidden behind his gaze, \"What's the occasion?\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She walked around a bit.\n\n\"Your man gave me the answer I needed. Many attempts have been made to break him out, none have succeeded. I was all fine until one of the breakout crew killed one of my men. I've never intended blood to be spilled, but now this... Thieves Guild is being more active in Whiterun than ever before. I can't go a night without being alerted to a pack of thieves scaling the walls, knocking out guards, or being caught in these walls.\"\nShe sighed.\n\n\"I need the honest to Gods truth. You may have wrote me earlier that you were not apart of this Guild. I need you to look me in the eyes and say it. I don't care what answer you give me, you will not end up in a cell. I-... Whiterun needs your help. We need to work together. But I need to know if you can be trusted.\" She looked at him.\n\nHer eyes were not filled with lies, she would not arrest him. But she needed to know if he was apart of the guild or even was apart of the guild. She cannot do this alone."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"My ties with the Guild are gone.\" He says, a light allusion saying he once did, but not anymore, \"Maven isn't happy with me, and with her not happy with me neither is the Guild. Which also means that I have no reason to let the Guild stay in my city.\" He says, he's looking her in the eyes the whole time, you get the sense he isn't lying, but you also can't help but be a bit... Unnerved by his eyes"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She took notice of his eyes and gave a nod.\n\n\"Good, well not good for how that... Cunt treated you. But good that you are honest with me...\" She smiled.\n\n\"We can find someway to put that bitch back in her place, Maven Black-Briar. That's all know is behind all of this. Has her nasty Imperial Fingers in everyone's pie. Everything has to have her apart of it, the mead industry, money, power, how you walk and how much you own. If I would, I would just leave her to rot in the dungeon but not even I could count on the Jarl. For all I know she could have my very lord around her finger. Pisses me off one person can control all with money and fear.\" She ranted.\n\nShe took a deep breath.\n\n\"I'm willing to aid you. Money, supplies, men... I just need your idea and input. You were apart of the guide perhaps you know a good way to take over it or even stop it.\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Getting rid of Maven is fine and dandy but there's problems.\" He says, \"Firstly, we'd be going directly against the Thieves Guild, and Skyrim's Guild sect is the worst of them all, as they allow their members to kill when given the order. Secondly, we can't let any word out that this is being planned, if we do we'd be dealing with Dark Brotherhood assassins at our doorsteps, and they won't let up until we're dead or the Brotherhood is. Thirdly, I have reason to believe Maven might be getting backing from Daedric sources, Hermaeus Mora or Mephala, my sources weren't all too clear on that.\" He sighs, \"And I'm afraid she might have dirt on me. Something that she has no business knowing, a slip up on my part. Not sure how much she knows, but it's not good.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She thought for a moment.\n\n\"Maybe not a all out overthrow, but small Pinpoint Strikes. We take out the legs and arms before the head, if she begins to lose her source of income, people will overtime begin to question her power then she loses her backing. It may be a long war, but I'm sure we can with time put that bitch down.\" She gave an idea.\n\nThen for another.\n\n\"I have an idea, we keep up this charade. I'm gonna \"Arrest you.\" But you'll somehow escape due to my guards being incompentnet. We'll come up with a meeting spot later, and keep up with banter love letters. We can do this, then get out of each other hair after this is all over.\" She told Reg."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It'll still leave a power vacuum. Someone will need to fill in the financial gap left by her.\" He says, \"Otherwise Riften will be left in a bad spot.\" He chuckles, \"Arresting me is all well and good, but you'd need grounds, and I've commit no crimes in your hold. It'd look suspicious. Instead we talk about other things in a more public venue, and then go our seperate ways.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The great hall of Dragonsreach is still as active as it usually is. Civilians, Adventurers, Guards, and the like moving in and out. Something is *Different*, though. Jarl Balgruuf is not sitting on the throne, Proventus and Irileth are not at his side, and Farengar is nowhere to be seen. In fact you'd notice that there's an odd amount of *Orcs* Around."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Yes, we are aware of that and are doing our best to fix it.\" He says, \"Our builders have already been dispatched there.\" He sighs, turning to his Steward, \"Make sure the builders actually go there. I want them on their best behavior.\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*A very tall, mostly black-haired Khajiit opened the great wooden doors and entered the hall. He looked around with visible curiosity as he moved towards the throne. Under his breath, he muttered something.*\n\n\"...Khajiit has been out of town for too long.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There was a line formed, mostly civilians with a few guards and adventurers interspersed."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Do I really have to talk to every single one of them?\" He mumbles to himself, \"Next!\" He barks, as another person gets in line. It would continue like this for several minutes, directing resources, guards, and solving disputes with every person."
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*Once it had gotten to Sha'dar, he still had the curious look on his face, but he cleared his throat and spoke.*\n\n\"Forgive my ignorance my Jarl, but I have been out of town for some time and unaware of recent events. What has happened to Jarl Balgruuf and his court?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "He looks over to his Housecarl, \"That's another 10 septims.\" He says with a low chuckle, \"I defeated him in single combat. He's still around, I gave him a home within the city, but I am now the Jarl of Whiterun.\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"An intriguing change. Oh, but my manners. I am Sha'dar. A scholar, an alchemist, and a swordsman if need be. May I know your name, my Jarl?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Ulgesh gor-Luruk.\" He says. The Housecarl hands him a stack of ten septims, \"Thank you, dear Housecarl.\" He says with a chuckle, placing the septims in a pouch on his right"
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*Sha'dar smiled a bit at the exchange, stifling a laugh.*\n\n\"I take it you made a bet on how many would be surprised by your new rule. But regardless, is there anything I can do to assist you, my Jarl?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"I did, a lot of peopel come in here specifically asking about where Blagruuf went.\" He laughs, \"There's nothing at the moment that needs done. Although there's murmurings of an assassination attempt against me.\""
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "Jarls come and go, but over the ages a certain Argonian has been a constant. Once more the doors of mighty Dragsonsreach would part, admiting an argonian with abnormally white scales. He seemed to be dressed in commoners attire, however given that most of his clothes were oil stained this was him dressing up.\n\nClose behind the lizard, who's right arm gleamed in the light of the torches, a clacking sound would echo and a dwarven spider would follow. \n\nThe mighty doors would close, and Jormund would approach, clicking his pointer finger and thumb together twice. The spider stopping staring at a chair and following the lizard.\n\n\"Ah, so the rumors are true then!\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "\"An assassination attempt, you say? Ah, it appears more company has come.\"\n\n*Sha'dar turned to face the voice of whosoever entered. He again looked on curiously, stepping aside a bit to get a better look.*\n\n\"Hmm... This one is intrigued, *Saxhleel*. Who might you be?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Does that count?\" He asks, looking at his Housecarl, \"Bah, keep your money.\" He says with a laugh, \"Indeed, the rumors are true.\" He says, \"I can only assume you're the Argonian Gray-Mane tinkerer I've heard so much about?\""
},
{
"author": "lunarsilver",
"message": "\"Guilty as charged. Jormund Grey-Mane, at your service, my Jarl\"\n\nThe Argonian would give a bow to the Jarl, a polite smile on his face and a chuckle leaving his lips. Red eyes accompanied the abnormally pale scales, and upon closer inspection his entire right arm from the elbow down had been replaced with what appeared to be a dwarven style prosthesis.\n\n\"Artificer and Scholar, tinkerer and thinkerer. If I'm going to be honest I don't quite understand the shock at the change in Jarl. Leadership ebbs and flows\" Turning to look at the Khajiit after sort of blanket introducing himself, the Argonian would offer his robotic hand to shake \"And you are, my friend?\""
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*The Khajiit towered over both the Jarl and the Argonian, more than seven feet certainly, but he still bent over a bit to shake the Argonian's hand.*\n\n\"Sha'dar. Most Jarls have been Nords, hence my intrigue at seeing that an Orsimer is Jarl. That, and I have been out of town for some time. Khajiit merely finds it curious how great changes can happen in short periods of time.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "People were coming and going. Activity in the palace was slowing to a halt, as the sun was setting. Ulgesh was sitting on the throne, his Steward on his right and Housecarl on his left."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"I'm currently winning our wager, I believe.\" He says, a stack of coins sitting on the ground right of his throne, \"The Hold of Whiterun thanks you for your generous contribution.\" He looks to his right, \"Say, Brukaz, any news on the construction of the Talos shrine?\""
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*Durak gave off a deep grunt, finishing with a sigh*\n\n**\"Hmph, unfortunately... That's half of my pouch now my Jarl, I'm sure the contributions will be put to good use hmm?\"**\n\n*He grinned at Ulgesh, still sorta upset at how much he's lost to this bet. His hand reaching down to pet his bear Arga, as it sat in well mannered Attitude. Watching citizens come in and out of the hold*"
},
{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "*At the Jarl's right side stood his steward, an Orsimer as well, a bit shorter than the Jarl but equally burly and sporting a short beard, his tusks brushing against his short mustache. Though he was an advisor first and foremost, the orichalcum muscle cuirass and greaves he wore made it clear he was still a formidable warrior, but he carried himself with a somewhat refined demeanor and attitude, almost a counterpoint to the large battle axe that hung on his back over a wolfskin cloak.*\n\n\"Yes, my Jarl. Progress is somewhat slow-going but the stone masons have been working vigorously on the statue. I have seen their work first hand, and they are off to an excellent start.\""
},
{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "*Making her way through the crowds within the hall Glesh approaches the trinity with a curious look on what they are up too* \n\n\"Carrying out another wager my Jarl?\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina had finally made her way back to Whiterun, it was filled with an assortment of emotions. Hatred, sadness, anger, confusion, paranoia, there was a lot going through her mind.\n\n\nShe had hoped this was some sick joke, a prank by one of her men. Or perhaps Balgruuf had been not feeling well and wanted to test her, see her reaction. But with the look from her men, the overall tone she felt when entering back into her home. She felt heated, she wanted to throw up. She made her way through the market in a hastily fashion and made her way up to the steps.\n\nWith the doors opening wide, the guard made her way up to the wooden steps and stopped in her tracks. She was stunned.\n\nThere he was, an Orc on the throne, as well as more Orcs? What was this? A secret invasion? How could anyone let these barbarians take the mantle and play Jarl? Nobody else challenged him for the throne? Everyone just failed Balgruuf. She was ready to give a mouthful, but knew if she went too far out of line or said the wrong thing. She would either be rotting in the dungeon for the rest of her life, or be made an example by her head being placed on a pike for all to see. She didn't want to be a bad example, her men for the most part seemed compliant with the new Jarl, not that you can tell even they were uneasy with the sudden change of hats. However, they were still being paid and none of them wanted to be the first to step out of line as well.\n\nJust from a glance, she could tell that the Orc was a mighty warrior. It was no wonder he won such a duel against her Jarl. Even then, she had a quick thought of challenging him herself. But soon had a flash image play in her mind of being either defeated or killed. She knew the orc would probably kill her with one swing, or snap her neck with little effort.\n\nBut she felt like Balgruuf's hand himself had told her to calm down, it was not worth the effort and he was for the most part honorable. Perhaps he would make a good Jarl for the people, but only t\n\nIme would tell.\n\nShe would take a deep breath, balling up fists that soon relaxed and she would then make her way to the throne.\n\n\"My... Jarl. I have returned from Falkreath. It is... A honor to meet you.\" She would clench her fist and place it across her chest before giving a bow to the Orc. It felt wrong to her. She could barely get the words out of her teeth."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Ah, you must be Calina Krowviir.\" He says, a warm smile on his face, \"The people here speak highly of you, especially Balgruuf. He was here the other day... Morndas, I believe. We spoke a while.\" He claps his hands together, \"Anyway. I'm glad I can finally meet you.\" He stands up, taking a few steps down, he puts out his hand to shake"
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*Durak has been watching Glesh before his attention was brought to Captain Krowviir. Intently watching their approach, taking afew steps forward being diagonal with Ulgesh. A little bit hesitant with him wanting Ulgesh to shake hands, a hand resting on the pommel of his sheathed blade. His face showed a bit of worried but a still a smile*\n\n**\"Hmph...\"**\n\n*Keeping his eye on the captain, Agra the bear stayed sitting by the throne. Laying down this time, staring directly at the captain*"
},
{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "*Brukaz looked curiously at Captain Krowviir, approaching to stand beside Ulgesh. He seemed to study her, steadily taking in her facial expressions, her body language, her tone. And then, he spoke up.*\n\n\"My Jarl, I believe she is overwhelmed by recent events. Captain, I assure you that the Jarl's rule is a fair and honorable one.\""
},
{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "*Glesh could see the anger placed behind the captain's clenched fist. But Glesh did not feel threatened by it. She found and understanding and sympathy towards the captain as she pondered a reality where the roles was reversed where Ulgesh who was usurped instead. Glesh could only imagine how angry she must feel. Glesh would feel the same if it was her Jarl.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She looked at his hand, only but for a moment she hesitated. But for the most part he seemed like a decent man. Though he could just be putting on a face. Still, he showed her a bit of respect, it was only fair for her to do the same.\n\nHer hand would grab the Jarl's and she gave him a sturdy shake. Showing that she was not a milk-drinker captain that filed paperwork all day. Her hands had some roughness and strength to it. Nothing to overpower or crush, but he could feel it.\n\nShe shot a glare at the other Orc, who was adorned in armor. It seemed like he was already changing the Nords out with his own kin, but perhaps it was just a coincidence that the Steward and a Housecarl would now Orcs. The Steward she felt like had good character, but the Housecarl seemed like your typical \"Three wives, die before old man\" Brute of an Orc. She gave no fear, and was waiting for the Orc to make a move. Calina would defend herself, and saw the Housecarl as a more fair fight than with the Jarl, she had more confidence that she could best him over the Jarl. Whom she had some fear from.\n\n\"Do I have any new duties other than my present ones?\" She asked, in case if he had plans for her while she was away. If not, she would more than likely have to make sure he didn't cheapen out on the patrols or start adding his own guards. Calina only picked people who would be worthy of wearing the armor, and she thought an Orc would be more inclined to choose violence instead of diplomacy. But perhaps she could discipline them to use more words than cleave somebody in two."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "He released his grip, \"At the moment your duties remain the same. Although you will be working Glesh, my Shield-Wife, who is responsible for my protection.\" He shouts, \"Saldaer! Darling! Can you prepare the tables!\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A Bosmer in red robes steps out of the kitchen, \"Of course love! One moment!\" He steps back into the kitchen, then after a moment begins setting the tables. The members of Ulgesh's court would know that Saldaer is the Jarl's Hearthwife"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Would you care to eat with us, Captain?\" He says, \"Saldaer is an excellent cook, I'd hate for you to miss out on such a feast.\""
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*Durak went at ease, standing up back straight. Whistling for Agra to come to his side, giving her head scratches*\n\n**\"Brother Ulgesh, does Agra still get her meal like I asked? She deserves a well earned treat..\"**\n\n*He asked with a smile, asking him jokingly. Glancing between the captain and Ulgesh*\n\n**\"Furthermore, i believe the captain should trust your judgements..\"**"
}
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{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "*Having said what he wished to say, Brukaz now fell silent, awaiting questions to answer or a fitting time to comment on current events. He remained at the Jarl's side, patiently listening to what was being said, and smiling at the mention of Saldaer.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She listened as the \"Hearthwife\" Got dinner set, but for now she didn't feel like eating.\n\n\"I'm afraid I had plenty of food today, perhaps next time.\" She declined the offer of having a fine meal with the Orcs. Besides not wanting to get poisoned, or perhaps get mind controlled. Was Calina overthinking things? She was, but that was her job to overthink things and she believed that the housecarl would probably want to eat her pretty face or see her head on a stick. She would pass for now.\n\n\"Not everyone is perfect Housecarl, I will be sure to trust that my Jarl makes the best judgment for not himself, but for the people of Whiterun.\" She shot a glare at the Orc, who probably either became a Housecarl just because he had the same blood as the Jarl, to her he was more of a pawn and a boot licker and Calina would not be easily bending the knee.\n\nShe was her own damn woman, and her service was a in a way towards the Jarl, but she swore and oath to protect and serve the people of Whiterun."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "His face looks disappointed, \"A shame.\" He says, walking to the head of the left table, \"But it is your choice.\" He sits down, Saldaer, with the aid of fellow workers, brings out the food. It's a boar roast, the skin golden brown, almost candied, \"You and your men will be getting a minor pay raise, and your funding allotment has been expanded. We'll also be working on expanding and refurbishing the walls. Clan Luruk used to have close ties with the Nords, back in the day, I hope to rekindle those flames.\""
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*He stayed quiet to let Ulgesh talk, taking his seat while his bear sat behind him. Sliding a piece of jerk to her as he continued to look at the captain*\n\n**\"I was hoping you'd join our feast Captain, but I respect your decision. I only hope we get to raise a pint of mead in the future..\"**\n\n*He grabbed his mug, pouring himself some mead taking a sniff. Awaiting for everybody else to be seated*"
},
{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "\"Indeed. If you have any questions- and I'm sure you do, Captain- perhaps I could be of assistance once the feast has concluded. But do not worry, this is not the only chance to try Saldaer's fine cooking, there are sure to be many hearty feasts in the future. Now, please excuse me. It has been a pleasure to meet you in person, Captain Krowviir.\"\n\n*The steward walked to one of the seats at one of the banquet tables, grabbing himself a portion of roast boar and other food and sitting down. He poured himself a goblet of wine and began to eat.*"
}
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{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "*Glesh would slowly move towards the captain as the others headed towards to table for the feast. She would gently place her hand on Krowviir's shoulder to slightly turn her away from the others so they may have a little privacy.*\n\n\" You are quite an impressive woman for someone so young. People here speak fondly of you, im looking forward to helping you serve whiterun and her people.\"\n\n*She would move closer the captain, almost whispering towards her*\n\n\"To ask you to come to terms with this situation would be wrong of me, but I only implore you start trusting us now. As soon as that happens I can help you... We can help each other.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She nodded.\n\nShe was thankful for the increase in budget, she had many times requested for Balgruuf to give her more funding, it would improve morale as well be put into good use like the homeless shelter. However, she was puzzled by the repair effort of the walls. Sure, the walls had seen better days but there was never a need for Whiterun to really improve on them, Balgruuf had stated many times he wanted to be neutral in Ulfric's War. Improving walls could be a sign that the new Jarl was either ready to pick a side and drag Whiterun in a war her men and the people did not want to be a part of.\n\nOf course, it could be that he believes upgrading the walls would be in a way to show he cares for the city, add more jobs for the homeless to join in, and if they did ever enter a war they would have much better defenses.\n\nShe would smile and give a slight bow as the Jarl and his goonie departed.\n\nShe then would listen to the Steward, she could tell she had a different viewpoint and her calling out proved that in a way she was on her side. Well perhaps not fully.\n\nShe listened to the Orcs words, and she shrugged.\n\n\"I swore my loyalty to Balgruuf, while it is my duty to serve the new Jarl. I can in anyways give up my servitude, should I feel the new Jarl is not worthy of my service. I'm sure he can find any other Orc to replace me. Consider this a line that I am ready to cross, perhaps I am the fool and letting my pride get the best of me. Or perhaps, I was right to be cautious and your Jarl is no more but a plague on the city, doing more harm than good and only doing what is necessary to keep himself on the throne and not for the city.\" She crossed her arms and spoke quietly, if the little rat was gonna tattle tail on her for her disbelief in the Jarl. So be it, he would only prove to be more of a tyrant if she got locked up into the Dungeon, was killed, or was exiled. \n\n\"He's lucky he was wise to spare Balgruuf and treat him fairly, if he was kiled I would have challenge\n\nD him myself or I would hunt his sons and daughter. Not that he would have any descendants anyways...\" She remarked."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"If you have any concerns, do make them known. I serve my people, and the citizens of Whiterun are my people.\" He says, \"Perhaps someday we can discuss what you think I should divert resources to,\" He was, at the moment, unaware of Calina's... Somewhat racist tirade"
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*Durak sighed, decompressing. Taking a swig of the mead, while fixing his plate*\n\n**\"She seems a fiery Nord women, I respect that... But Brother-I mean Jarl Ulgesh, I do hope we can home to terms and peace with these Nords. The land of Skyrim won't thrive if we end up with a conflict..\"**\n\n*Gazing to Ulgesh, giving Saldaer a smile as he continued to eat. The bear sniffing up at the table next to Ulgesh, poking at him*"
},
{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "\"I would give her time to adjust. Let her do her work. Perhaps we can find common ground some day, after all we Orcs have much in common with Nords. Both our peoples value pride, and honor, and strength. The Nords nowadays fight for their home, much like we have fought for ours over the generations. And it was only sensible to challenge Balgruuf as a Nord would want to be challenged. At the very least, you chose your actions well, my Jarl.\""
},
{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "*Glesh nodded at the captains response followed by a welcoming grin before she whispered,\n\n\"We should talk again soon, somewhere the walls don't have ears.\"\n\n*Glesh pulled away as she began to take her own seat at the table* \n\n\"I'm looking forward to working with you captain.\""
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She would give a nod.\n\n\"Enjoy your meal, I had a long journey. So a bath and some sleep in a bed is much needed. I'll be up before Dawn to continue my duties.\" She would inform the group of orcs. \n\nShe would then like to have her fist pound once against her chest, before she gave a bow and walked off to leave the orcs to enjoy their meal in peace.\n\n\nCalina still had the illusion of a stern, stoic Nord. But as she soon got farther away, a frown fell onto her. Her heart began to feel like a thousand fine needles were poking through and she felt like the weight of Nirn was weighing against her shoulders."
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Rest Well, Captain.\" He says with a smile, \"You've earned it.\" As Calina leaves he turns to Glesh, \"I don't think she likes me.\" He laughs, \"Keep an eye on her for now. I don't want her doing something she'll regret.\""
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*Continuing to eat, Agra continuing to poke her snout into Ulgeshs side.*\n\n**\"Im sure she'll come around... Understanding her view on the matter, I see the reason. But we must be wary, if they want to try to kill you Jarl..\"**\n\n*There he goes being paranoid, wiping his face. Taking a swig, slipping a piece of the roast to Agra*"
},
{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "\"Perhaps she doesn't dislike you my Jarl, but rather *Distrusts* You. She isn't going to sort out her loyalties in a single day, and she will likely never forgo her relationship with Balgruuf. I would simply allow her to continue her work unimpeded. Do not give her more reasons to distrust you, or any of us Orcs, more than she already does. And if violence becomes possible, let us do what we can to avoid it. Fighting so soon into your rule cannot be beneficial, my Jarl.\""
},
{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "*Glesh would take a sip of her ale as she listened to the others talk about the captain's feelings towards the Jarl.*\n\n\"As long as our interests are to benefit Whiterun and her people, the captain will have no cause for conflict.\"\n\n*She turned her gaze subtly to Durak* \n\n\"I believe she will be most useful in future endeavours in time. I think we will find common ground...\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"I said keep an eye on, not to track her every move. I wish to avoid any surprises.\" He looks back to Glesh, \"I saw you and the captain whispering to each other, I pray you don't plan on keeping secrets from me, dear.\" He pets Agra, handing the bear a piece of roast"
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*As he finished eating, he caught the glance of Glesh. Not really thinking much of it, taking a swig of mead. The orc would lean back in his chair*\n\n**\"It better not be something to harm Ulgesh, I might be speaking out of turn but i have my duties..\"**\n\n*He laughed, joking around. As Durak finished his mead, continuing to feed Agra more of the roast*"
}
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{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "\"Do you have any other plans you wish to discuss, my Jarl? Depending on what Whiterun calls for, I may have some suggestions?\""
},
{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "\"The only secrets I bare is your own if you have any to share, and I... We will always be here to listen. My Jarl.\" \n\n*She gently placed her hand on Ulgresh's before returning back to her cup of ale.*"
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Then I'd like to hear what you and Calina discussed, my sweet. I'd like to avoid being blindsided by things.\" He says to Glesh, \"I much prefer knowing about risks before they become an issue.\" He looks to Brukaz, \"I'm all ears, brother.\""
}
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{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "*Brukaz stood up, walking beside Durak and holding up a hand. And then he sighed.*\n\n\"There is no cause for violence, brother. It is only Theonwe. I'm certain you remember the honor bestowed to him by our Jarl- he is Housecarl to the Thane.\""
},
{
"author": "Glesh",
"message": "*A hint of relief would hit Gleshs face with Theowe arrival. A chance to change the subject yet again she thought and enquire more about other topics of conversation.*\n\n\"Do we even have a Thane for him to act as Housecarl to yet?\""
},
{
"author": "Jarl Ulgesh gor-Luruk",
"message": "\"Calm yourself, Durak. Nobody who enters Dragonsreach deserves such a welcome.\" He says, then turns to Glesh \"Not yet, no. So at the moment he's more of a reserve guard.\" He smiles, \"Welcome, Theonwe! You're just in time for some food, Saldaer cooked it up, it's quite good.\""
}
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{
"author": "Theonwe Alorey-Aelsoniath",
"message": "Theowne would look around kinda nervous, they didn't have a Thane yet... Thank the divines. He didn't feel like leaving Whiterun yet.\n\nHe really tried to form words he swore. He just simply nodded. Slowly going to sit down then he spoke. \n\n\"Where-Where can I take off my armor? The Inn was full\" He could've said his home was also being rented out nowadays but the Inn exclamation sounded better."
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*Durak exhaled a deep grumble, his eyes darting between his family then back to Theonwe. Snorting as he began to pet Agna*\n\n**\"Very well, what's a Housecarl to no Thane Brother... I'll refrain from such aggressive welcoming behavior, but you do know you're not the popular men in the town right now..\"**\n\n*Durak expressed back, strolling back up the steps to stand next to the fire pit with his bear*"
},
{
"author": "Brukaz gro-Luruk",
"message": "\"Perhaps the barracks, or your quarters if you have been assigned any. I apologize, I was not anticipating that question. Feel free to leave it on if you wish, though.\"\n\n*As emphasis, Brukaz tapped a knuckle against the muscle cuirass he wore, producing a dull thud that was unsurprising for something made of metal.*"
}
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{
"author": "someperson2",
"message": "We could do a time skip if that works"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Time Skip: 3 hours, dinner has ended and everyone has moved to the upper quarters. They're sitting in a living room-esque area, fitted with two couches, a table, and a few chairs"
},
{
"author": "Housecarl Durak Luruk",
"message": "*He was full of food and relaxing with a pint of mead. Drinking as he stood by the entrance way, listening to the rest speak. His bear was fast asleep, sleeping soundly*\n\n**\"It's a privilege to eat meals like those everyday, I could eat more if I wanted too aye Ulgesh..\"**\n\n*Calling out to his him, adjusting his belt*"
}
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{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "What seemed to be a quiet evening in the inn, turned into a scene. The doors swung wide open as a red-headed Nord strolled into the inn. A big smile on his face. With such a commotion, it turned a few heads.\n\n\"Friends! The Chillbiter is dead!\" Froger announced.\n\nPeople turned a few heads, but were more confused. \n\n\"Who?\" One of the Nords scoffed.\n\n\"Uh Chillbiter, the leader of the Chilled Bandit Gang erm- Anyways, by claiming the Jarl's bounty. I came to celebrate, with all of the people of Whiterun.\" Frogar stuttered but recovered. He walked over towards the counter and dropped a small bag of gold.\n\n\"First round on me! Let's drink to celebrate!\" Frogar cheered, which for anyone in the inn. Cheered with him.\n\n[Open for Anyone]"
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "The festivities were all well and good, but not all were keen to join in on such drastic amounts of drinking. Sitting in a corner near the main entrance was a tall dark elf woman in glass armor, sans the helmet. She was well known within the walls of Whiterun for helping out those who needed it, and even for having the only enchantment shop for hire. \n\nThis was Ketosha Drakonhart, and there she sat, staring into a tankard that was once full of mead with a face of melancholy and longing. Despite the minutes she took savoring the taste of such a sweet brew, it didn't even give her a buzz that would take her heart from the one prevailing feeling that had been on her mind for the past three days.\n\nShe missed home. She missed the days she spent in High Hrothgar with Master Arngeir and the others."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He noticed the Dunmer woman sitting in the corner. She seemed down, most if not everyone was cheering for free drinks. But her, she seemed off.\n\n\"What's got you down in the river my Dunmer friend. Come, have some fun. Tonight we'll be drinking until Sanguine himself shows up.\" He joked, the Nord had a big friendly smile on his face."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "Pulled from her thoughts, she looked up to the jovial Nord and could not help but smile at his attempt to help her. It was sweet, really, but the ache still remained. \n\n\"I cannot help but reminisce of home and family, even though such thinking aches me with how much I miss them. Seeing this merriment...\" She lets out a sigh, and then finishes with, \"...It's enough to make me wonder what it would be like for them to visit me, or I them.\""
}
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{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"I understand your pain friend. I've haven't seen my mother or sis for... Well a while. I sometimes question if I as well should pop my head in... But I haven't had the nerve to.\" Frogar's smile faded, but soon was brought back.\n\n\"But we drink to their names, to their well-being. We drink for another day, for another tomorrow.\" Frogar's smiled returned.\n\n\"Cheer up friend. For now, drink for them. Not for you.\" Frogar clicked his flagon against her and started drinking.\n\nFrogar too wasn't scared of Spiders or bears or even trolls. Not even death scared him. But returning back towards his mother, towards his sister. The thought of it scared him. He'll never forget the slap from his sister, and the hateful words that were cursed upon him by his mother. He was a failure, a disgrace."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She was getting the feeling that this Nord didn't entirely understand how she was feeling, but his words were enough to lighten her up some. Pulling a sly smirk, she puts her fingers into her mouth and let's out a sharp whistle.\n\n\"Saadia! Break out the Blackbriar's!\" She shouts, raising her own tankard towards the air."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"That's the spirit!\" Frogar laughed and gave her a pat the shoulder. \n\nFrogar would then chug down his flagon of mead.\n\nThe other patrons would begin drinking as well, the place was filled with laughter and chatter.\n\n\"I've don't think I introduced myself. I am Frogar Axe-Man. My pleasure to meet you miss?\" Frogar left it open for her name."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "\"My name's Ketosha. I run the Yew Wood. It's just around the corner of Adria's Cauldron.\" She replied. Unlike Frogar, Ketosha waited for her mead to arrive, and when it did, she was careful to slow down and enjoy the taste and nuances that came with the brew. \n\n'Say what you want about Maven and her family, but they make a damn good brew' she thought silently."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Ah Black Briar Mead. From a bad family, but perfect mead.\" Frogar gave a nod.\n\n\"The Yew Wood? I haven't been to your store. What do you sell or services do you offer there?' Frogar asked, he seemed intrested."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "\"Mainly enchanting services. Farengar Secret-Fire was the only mage in Whiterun that worked with any enchantments, and since he's the Court Wizard, he was rather inaccessible to most folk who actually work for a living. So, I brought up the Yew Wood as a way to bring some helpful magics to the people for a fair price.\""
}
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{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He had a blank expression.\n\n\"I don't uh... Mess with that kind of stuff. Seems confusing, and expensive to keep a weapon that sets somebody on fire well charged.\" Frogar gave a shrug.\n\nFrogar knew he wasn't the brightest bulb. Enchanting seemed more for wizards or spell swords than for him."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "\"And that's why I have my shop. I try my best to explain in the most simple terms on how to operate enchanted weapons. Mostly, I just identify magic weapons, armor, and clothes found by adventurers. You bring it to me, I tell you what it is, what it does, and how to maintain it.\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Ah well, that does seem like a good bussniess. Hope it continues to prosper.\" Frogar raised a glass and drank more of his Mead, noticing he was getting a little low on his drink.\n\n\"I should get a refill.\" He mummbled to himself."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She said nothing further, and sipped lightly on her mead once more. The more she was here the more she grew to like the world below the mountain. And at that thought, she is reminded of all the turmoil that Skyrim is going through. From the Civil War, to the White Gold Concordat mistake... To basically everything that had been happening since the Oblivion Crisis. \n\n\"Tell me, what's your opinion on the war in Skyrim?\" She asked Frogar, seemingly out of nowhere."
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "He looked around and took a seat.\n\n\"I don't know. If my sister was here she would be drowning me in the river for not supporting the Stormcloaks, however my father would be rolling in his grave if he found out I didn't support the Empire. Both sides have their rights... And wrongs. Stormcloaks want independence, but a independence for only Nords. Let me give you some advice Ketosha. Don't go to Windhelm. Dark Elves there are lucky that they even get homes... Yet some of the locals have their heads so far up Ufflic arse that they worship him as some sort of god and take his views to the extreme. Then you have the Empire, weakened and they only want a unified Skyrim. But the... Well you know who is breathing down their necks, whipping out their \"White Gold Concorduct\" As some of pass to do whatever the oblivion they want. There is no bright side... Only a grey future for the people of Skyrim. I just want my family to not be torn apart from it.\" Frogar voiced his views."
}
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{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She was visibly confused by such a question, but recovered easily and just went with the truth.\n\n\"Uh, no. Changing your hair color blue is more Alchemy and works similarly to that of washing your own hair. And no, there are no enchantments that would let you set your hair on fire, though I don't know why anyone would want to deal with the subsequent hair loss. Enchantments only work on non-living objects. Weapons, armor, clothes... Even walls on buildings. It all depends on what you want, how strong you want it, and how much you're willing to put into maintaining the enchantment.\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Ah, well I see.\" Frogar gave a nod.\n\n\"So my axes, if I wanted to make it burn the wounds of a troll. I just shove a soul gem into it and say some words and *Floosh* It turns on fire?\" Frogar tried to summarize what he learned... In his own way. Frogar wasn't too knowledgeable on magic, only relying on pure strength and skill."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She couldn't help it. She laughed at his short explanation of how the whole thing worked. It was simple, but not entirely accurate.\n\n\"Do you actually want to have enchanted axes, or are you asking about simply the maintenance portion?\""
}
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{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "\"Nah, I don't really have the funds to do it right. As much as I would want my axes to engulf my foes in flames. I would want to do it right in a sense if using powerful soul gems and a powerful enchantment. Plus, don't you need special tools to repair it physically? I know some blacksmiths here sell them, but I don't think they actually know how to repair them.\" Frogar shook his head when she made the offer.\n\nFrogar wanted to save up money to maybe get his family out of Skyrim. Pay for whatever fees would be required to get out of here so his family wouldn't be affected by the war. But he knew that they would rather die than find someplace safe, it was just a chance that maybe they would use critical thinking for once in their damn lives."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "'Okay, so he gets the concept of maintenance. This is good. And if he understands physical stuff, then I can work with it' she thinks silently.\n\nShe then adjusts her position in her seat, leans forward, and begins to speak.\n\n\"Actually, maintenance on an enchantment is like maintenance on any weapon, but more along the lines of swords and axes. If you have a weak enchantment, say like a burning enchantment that was cast with a filled petty soul gem, then you only get about three blows out of the weapon before you have to scrub your weapon with a filled gem. It's almost like sharpening a blade. Depending on the quality and type of blade, you're sitting there having to sharpen it to give it somewhat of a usable edge, as is the case with most iron weapons. Same thing with weak enchantments. You don't get many charges, and you have to refill it constantly after three to four strikes landed. Make sense so far?\""
},
{
"author": "ROgAR AxE-MAn",
"message": "Frogar had to count fingers, but gave a nod.\n\n\n\"I think yeah... So basically the bigger the gem the more powerful the enchantment and the longer is lasts.\" Frogar reiterated to make sure he was on the right track."
}
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Bannered Mare would be slightly packed, the guards from the night shift were already here. Out of uniform and drinking. It was pretty quiet here due to it being early in the morning, but that didn't mean drinks or food would not be served."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She walked in and held the door open for the Captain and once he walked inside she would grab a seat at the bar counter.\n\n\"Bluemare Coffee.\" Shs raised her hand.\n\n\"And whatever he's getting.\" She pointed a thumb at him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"A bottle of Black-Briar Mead, please.\" He asks, placing enough gold to pay for both of their drinks on the counter, \"I'm paying for hers, as well.\" He says with a smile, \"So, that code-phrase you used at the gate, what'd it mean, if you don't mind me prying?\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "γThis coy bastard. Come on just punch him in the mouth... That mustache just says I'm a worm.γ\n\nγNo! You don't have any evidence! Besides, he's just trying to get infomation just play it off.γ\n\nγWhat if he already knows?γ \n\n\"Well it wouldn't be a secret code word if I gave it away. It's my own system, and all my men know what they are.\" She tried to blow off the question.\n\n\"What about you and your men? Got anything going on with them?\" She questioned. \n\nShe did not like this man, not one bit. She could smell the Riften stink on him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Not particularly. I feel that code words and secret commands are... Tacky. I talk to my troops in no uncertain terms, I want them to know what I'm thinking and what I have going on at all times, full transparency.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Uh huh.\" Calina gave a nod and took a drink from her coffee.\n\n\"So how long have you've been captain for?\" She asked, seeing how he wasn't creative when it came to handling his men. Or so she thought."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"A few years, give or take. Haven't exactly been keeping count.\" He says, he really has not been keeping count, \"But I'd like to think Riften has been safer since I took over, and it really has. Crime's taken a downturn, less activity on the home turf means mine and my men's lives are much easier.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Really? I've heard a few travelers say other wise. Heard a guard shook her down for a entry fee? Privlage to enter Riften? As well as some other rumors.\" She took a sip from her coffee.\n\nSome of the rumors she heard were true, well to her ears. Riften has always been a shitty city, smelled of fish and piss."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I know nothing of an entry fee, I'll have to discuss that with my men when I return.\" He says, his voice lightly disgruntled, \"And what of these other rumors? I've been investigating the Thieves Guild presence since I joined and I've found no evidence.\""
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Despite her best attempts, all she could gather captured thieves were that they were either on their own, or they were apart of smaller splinter groups. Nothing mentioned of a \"Thieves Guild\". Well besides one woman who made a slip of the tongue. She mention something about a bigger group, but nothing to go off of."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Same here, I've all sorts of thieves come through here. Some of them got their baileds payed or served their time. Some of them are still locked up. Good riddance, thieves a nothing but scum.\" She shook her coffee and took a drink."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Easy for you to say. You were never one of them.\" He says, downing half of his mead in one drink, \"Way I see it is they're victims of circumstance. Half of them simply have to steal because they don't have the coin to afford food. Even if they wanted work who would hire them?\" He points his finger at Krowviir, \"Would you hire the Khajiit who was kicked out of caravan? Or what of the Argonian who had to run from Morrowind, unable to read or do math because he was raised a slave? What of the Dunmer of House Hlaalu, who watched their family die and had to leave for Skyrim because the other Houses were out for blood. All of them have only skills of thievery because they had to learn them to survive, it's all they know.\" He says, his voice wavered a bit, this seems to be an oddly emotional topic for him"
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"I would hire them, God's blood I've hired a few other races. Besides, thievery isn't always the option. Did you see any homeless in my streets? No? You want to know why? I've worked hard to provide for the community. We built new homes, which gave jobs to those that needed it. Even a few of the homeless now serve in the guard core. Clean of addiction, and they're much better off. We've been working on a homeless shelter for the last month. Riften is the problem, the mother of thieves in my opinion.\" She took a very heavy slip of her coffee.\n\n\"No offense by the way.\" She added.\n\nγGod you're such a bitch.γ\n\nγGood keep pushing him, dirty little thief. He may have killed the original captain and took his place!γ\n\nγBut the uniform is clean? Thieves don't like being clean.γ"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You act like you're so much better than everyone else,\" He says with a laugh, \"But you're just as bad as us, too. I don't see you letting the Khajiit Caravans in.\" He chuckles, \"Oblivion, we don't even let them in back in Riften! And why do you think that is? Sure it might be because they sell Moon Sugar and Skooma, but you know there's another reason. Whether you like it or not.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"That's the Jarl's orders. I've tried to convince him to do it, but not my fault they've had a bad record. What's the word I'm looking for... I dunno. But out of all of the Skooma Dealers I've caught. Most of them were Khajiits. Sorry to say, but it is what it is.\" She laughed.\n\nγBeat his ass.γ\n\nγYou got him steaming!γ\n\nI'm truth, she wanted to let the Khajiits in. But then again, most of them smelt of Moon Surger. Not her fault their people resort to such low life ways."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Ah but you let Dunmer in, don't you. And they *Invented* Skooma.\" He chuckles, \"The reason the caravans sell Moon Sugar isn't because they're drug addicts, it's because Moon Sugar is sacred to the Khajiit, it's tied into their culture and religion.\" He thinks a moment, \"Do you offer the thieves you capture other options? Or do you just lock them up and act like they're doing it to themselves? Try thinking more like the thief, perhaps even show them empathy, instead of treating them like you'd treat your average bandit.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"To keep my city safe. I have to make it safe, by any means. The people here are happier than ever. Cleaner streets, the crime is low, and while out jail is getting full. We have ways to open more cells. I've done more for my city than the last guard. I've heard plenty from travelers that Riften is a place to go when you have no other option.\" She was not fazed by his thoughts.\n\nShe didn't care. This was all a way to toy with him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"The fish scent is an acquired taste.\" He says with a laugh, \"I've heard a lot about Whiterun, mostly people suspicious about the \"Clean\" City. Like how there's an orphaned child living in the streets. Or the mini civil war happening within the walls. Didn't one of the Gray-Manes disappear? Why has nobody looked into that, I wonder? Perhaps the Battle-Borns are paying you off.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "While the children being orphans was a result of the war. She has tried to give them home, plans were made to give them an orphanage here in Whiterun. But the best she could do was have them get free meals and a sections where they could have tents and a warm fire. Even having a few of her men make constant patrols around the area to keep the kids safe.\n\nAs for the fued. She needed evidence. She was on the Gray-Mane's side. But she can't touch the Battleborn's manor. Not with a warrent that she had been failing to get. But she was working on it... As best as she could.\n\nBut...\n\nγGot you...γ\n\n\"Didn't you say earlier you've never been to Whiterun... You just got here... How would you know such a small private manner? Hm?\" She looked at him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Lass, they're rumors. Travellers talk, quite a lot really. And I'm always keeping my ear to the ground, rumors mean a lot in our business, I'm sure you know that, personally thwarting that assassination attempt against the Jarl and all.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Ah...\" She gave a nod.\n\nγGood save... You prick.γ\n\nCalina then sighed.\n\"As much as I want to continue this cock measuring contest. I think I have other things to attend to. I've been a rude host... So I'll pay for my own drink... I think you should get ready to make your way back to Riften.\" She smiled and would lay some gold, extra for a big tip.\n\n\"It was good talking to you Captain. I hope your man has what it takes to meet my standards. Or he'll be getting a nice cart ride back to your city...\" She waved at him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"He's a bit green, so give him a break, and let me know if anything goes wrong.\" He says, \"And if you need anything lass, look me up, I'm always happy to help out a fellow Guard Captain.\" He stands up and makes his way to the door, \"This was, enlightening. Do keep in touch.\""
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "But I will say one more thing."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She turned to the captain.\n\n\"I'll be sure to put prefume one the letter. If I ever need your help. My guards will escort you back to your wagon. Have a good day... Captain.\" She would then flick her chin."
},
{
"author": "Whiterun Guard",
"message": "Two guards approached the man. Nothing threatening. They were simply there to make sure he actually left the city once he was done with his drink. \n\n\"Once your done, we'll take you back.\" One for them said.\n\n\"Our captain doesn't like the smell of you, neither do I. Let's just make this quick.\" The other cross his arms."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It's not even late, and I get such a polite exit!\" He laughs, \"I look forward to hearing from you, lass! I may have to send the first letter.\" He says with a smirk, looking at the guards, \"Are you gonna pat me down? Check to make sure I didn't swipe your Captain's coinpurse?\" He laughs more, he's clearly enjoying this"
}
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin walked in and would grab a table for the other two. He laid down his arments and would take off his helmet, setting it off to the side.\n\n\"Ugh... My neck.\" He groaned.\n\nHe would then wait for the other two to enter in."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "The Dunmer would walk in and grab a seat, looking around. She glared at Aerin for a bit, before her red eyes glanced around the room."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"What?\" He raised a brow."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"Nothing. I'm just tired and hungry...\" She gave a quick answer."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "He wanted to press more on about it, but just shrugged. Tapping his fingers on the table as he waited for a barmaiden to take their order."
}
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{
"author": "Dotty",
"message": "*Dotry took note of Neyna's standoffish comment and was about to say something before a young looking red guard woman approaches the table.*\n\n`Can I get you anything?`\n\n*Dotty was the first to answer, offering a friendly smile to the woman.* \"I'll have... Honey Mead.. And, Venison stew please. Oh! I'll take a room as well.. Single!\" *Dotty put emphasis on making sure her room was a single bed and red guard gave a nod before looking at the other two.*\n\n`And for you two?`"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"I'll take the Farmer's Special with Wine instead of mead please.\" Aerin gave his order."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"I'll just take the Whiterunner's Dinner. With extra seasoning and steak cooked rare.\" Neyna gave her order."
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She let out a chuckle.\n\n\"No, I have a system in place. We keep track of outsiders. Race, Gender, Hair then once in a while when we do shift changes , we run it through and that way if there is a odd sudden influx of one race, gets our suspicion up. Like that Dunmer was a complete stranger, didn't see him pass the gates nor should've he been out during curfew, worked didn't it? Bastard was a massive pussy.\" She laughed.\n\nA hand maiden would then approach the two."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"What can I get you two?\" She asked in a alluring tone."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"The Weekend Stew, and a water, I'll pay for whatever he's getting sweetcheeks.\" She winked."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The woman gave a nod then looked at Reg."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I'll try the local flavor of mead.\" He says to the waitress, \"Sounds kinda like you're running this place like a fort. Sounds almost tyrannical, lass.\" He says, \"Especially when there's a war on, the Red Year's been awful hard on the Dunmer, influxes of refugees from Morrowind should be expected.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"I admit, sounds like that on paper. Believe me, the people did not like it, and I made some changes to our policies. But now, streets are safer than before, people are happy and safe, thievery has been low, and people are used to it. \n\nIt saves time, money, and we can do more for the community.\" She defended her way of protecting the people of Skyrim.\n\n\"As for Dark Elves, if I was ever to get married. A Dunmer would he one of them... Those red eyes are... Something... I'm not Windhelm making them live in the slums. Hell I have been working with a large dunmer family that wants to get some farming land here, Jarl Balgruuf has been hesitant but more farmers means we can no longer have to make trade deals with other people. I'm all for other races being here, just takes time and the Khajiit are my next priority, if people could stop being people that is.\"\nShe explained."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well with the Khajiit the big issue is the Caravans. If I remember correctly the ban on the Caravans entering the cities is pretty standard across the board, including areas with support from the Empire.\" He says, \"It doesn't help that the caravans sell Skooma.\""
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"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She sighed.\n\n\"I know, I'm sure I can figure out something, maybe they have a section outside the walls to enjoy it in peace. Just don't want a Skooma Epidemic in Whiterun... Had enough cleaning up Skooma Houses.\" She tapped her finger on the table.\n\nSoon their food and drinks arrived."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"Here you go you two, enjoy your date Captain.\" The maiden gave wink.\n\nClaina had just taken a drink and she choked on her water and it spat out of her mouth and nose.\n\n\"W-what!? No you- we're just having late night supper!\" Calina's face went red.\n\n\"Oh. My mistake ma'am.\" She gave a slight bow."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"It's fine, thank you.\" She waved her off and began to clean herself up."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He laughs, taking a swig of his drink, \"Alas, Calina isn't my type.\" He says with a chuckle, \"My type is men.\" He laughs, \"Are you always this flustered? Perhaps there's something you want to tell me?\""
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"You wore purple instead of yellow my friend.\" She teased, pointing her mug at his purple cloth wrapped around his armor.\n\nCalina would soon finish her meal, tapping his stomach after a hot meal and like what most Nords wanted, a belly full of mead."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Sorry, I'll just leave Riften under control of someone with half of my competence.\" He says with a laugh, \"This Honningbrew stuff isn't half bad. Keep a close eye on them, I wouldn't be surprised if Maven had her sights on them.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Yeah one of my favorites, but as for the brewery?\" She looked around.\n\n\"I've been summoned in the next few weeks here to try the latest batch. He plans on selling it more than just Whiterun. I think the man is a good, but I wouldn't be surprised if the Brewery so happened to burn down, or the owner ended up missing. I've been thinking of sending some men to help watch the place after dark, he has politely denied my request however.\" She told him."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Be careful when trying the mead.\" He says, \"If Maven uses the Guild the owner won't be the one to get hurt, and burning the meadery down will keep Maven from profiting off it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Bah, I always bring a potion of cure poison on me. I've made a few bad friends and you be surprised how many times some people have tried to poison the Jarl.\" She waved him off, not worrying of having a bad tummy ache or frequent trips to the Outhouse."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"It's not you I'm worried about.\" He says, swirling his bottle, \"It's the owner. Make sure he doesn't take the fall, be wary of new hires, or anyone who looks shady, for that matter.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"I'll make sure, I know him. He's a good husband, a good father, and a good man. I'll fight through tooth and nail for that man.\" She raised a drink."
},
{
"author": "Whiterun Guard",
"message": "Soon a guard came bursting into the door.\n\n\"Captain, Battleborns and Graymanes are causing a scene, we need your voice of reason.\" The guard explained.\n\nCalina rolled her eyes.\n\"By the Gods, children...\" She groaned.\n\nShe would then drop a large pouch of gold.\n\n\"Thank you for the company, Captain Verus...\" She gave him a wink."
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"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"At least I don't have to deal with feuding families in Riften.\" He says with a laugh, \"Oh and I've got a feeling that guard of mine is long gone from your prison. Might wanna double check his room.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She gave him a frown before she stormed off, not only trying to stop the feud between the two families but to discover that the prisoner did escape, while it was bad news she had hope Regulus had nothing to do with it... Hopefully all of this was him playing off of her good will."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He leaves town, heading back to Riften to await word for the plan to start. He'll be looking for further support, mostly from contacts elsewhere."
}
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin walked into the Bannered Mare, not far off from behind the Khajiit. He looked around, seeing the other patrons and some off duty guards enjoying some hot fresh meals, and the warm ale on this cool evening. \n\nAerin then got waved over by a redguard. The redguard was a bit older, greying beard and some slicked back hair. Aerin gave a nod and made his way over, brushing past the Khajiit.\n\n\"My apologies Khajiit.\" He told her, giving a nod. He had a proper, soft tone in his voice and felt as he had offender her in some manner or way. Making his way closer towards the Redguard, he would grab a seat and lean forward. Seems like they were going to have a conversation of sorts, maybe a good job? A cache of goods? Or perhaps old friends just meeting up."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "\"O-oh uhm, it's quite fine really..!\"\n\nShe'd say awkwardly before noticing him walk, she'd blush a bit, maybe she should've said it louder? Maybe that'd make it worse, just get food for now, maybe she could explain it later if they stumbled into each other again,she'd go to the tender, \n\n\"Anything for uhm... Thirty gold..?\"\n\nShe had more gold than that, if she didn't want to buy arrows, which considering a bow was her main job tool and weapon, wasn't particularly an option she wanted to try her odds with. Sure, she has a sword and claws, but she was not about to trust her flimsy arms with that."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "He looked over at the Redguard.\n\n\"So?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"Your brother is one hard person to find, but I got something, it's a week old... Perhaps older.\" The Redguard sighed.\n\n\"A man was seen up by Dawnstar of all places, said he passed by town at night and he was a really... Arsehole of a man. But the scar matches the description, as well as his bald head. He also still has his Fighter's Guild Cloak from the sound of it, though it seemed like he crossed out the Sigil as best as he could. But sorry Aerin, that's all my best sources could tell me.\" The Redguard explained."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "He had a sigh of relief.\n\"I'm glad he's alive... That's all that matters.\" He nodded his head.\n\n\"Here's your payment, as agreed upon.\" He reached for his large coin satchel and plucked out a small bag of coin before tossing it to the Redguard."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"What we agreed upon, was that I would have good info. But a week old, and something a bit off doesn't feel like good work. I'm taking a 100 off, considered it... Customer satisfaction. It gave me and my hunters a challenge... Even helped me weed out some no longer useful helpers.\" He explained, tossing a bag at Aerin to give him some of his money back.\n\n\"Let me ask you something Aerin. What is your plan?\" He asked, leaning forward."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "He rolled his shoulder, trying to stretch it out.\n\n\"Gonna stay here for a little bit, then move out to start searching. Hopefully he keeps on making enough breadcrumbs for me to follow, then I drag his hairy ass back to home \" Aerin explained."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "She got some jerky for it, which, was something, she supposed. She'd start biting down on the jerky as she found a spot to sit by the fire. She overheard the conversation, though not by intent, just with ears as good as hers it's a little hard not to.."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"Well...\" The Redguard paused.\n\n\"I do have a favor to ask, a small job if you will.\" He asked.\n\n\"I have a Dunmer woman, close friend of mine wants her out of bandit care, they're holding her for ransom. Some place towards Windhelm if you take the East Road from here, following the river. Some old rotted prison these bandits have taken control of, I need you and whoever to not only make them pay for other things, but get that girl out of them and back here to Whiterun. Her name is Sadine Welwiss, she is just your typical farmer's daughter but he wants he alive. My usual guys could take care of this, but they are already off scowring some Nordic Ruins. I need you to do this, the girl may have her head on a pike if I don't do something fast.\" He explained the job."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin gave it some thought.\n\n\"I'll leave by first rise, gonna need an extra hand or two however. Brigands are untrained, dealt with them plenty all over. Shouldn't be a problem.\" He gave a nod."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"That's why I give you the discount, your a person I can rely on. Bring her here and I'll make sure that she gets to her father. As if she is already dead, bring her body or family necklace. In case the body is too mutlilated to have a proper burial. I hope it doesn't come to it, but you never know.\" He smiled and patted him on his pauldron."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin would also give him a pat on his shoulder. \n\"She will be alive and well, I promise.\" He told the redguard."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Redguard laughed.\n\"I wouldn't promise, but hey whatever works for you. I must take my leave, but enjoy the stew of the day. Heard it's really good. Good luck.\" He told the warrior before he left off and out of the tavern."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "A rescue job, it's been a while sinces she's done something like that, and he was looking for help.. She didn't want to make it feel like she was prying though, had to play it natural. She'd stand and look over to the man, finishing her jerky before breathing in and walking over to sit down at his table.\n\n\"Pardon me, I didn't mean to overhear but I did hear that you were off to try help freeing someone from bandits, and was wondering if you'd like some help... I may not be much but I'm good with a bow, and if someone needs help, then I'd feel pretty bad if I didn't try to offer mine..\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Aerin looked up at the Khajiit, tilting his head. He studied her a bit, making sure she wasn't some would be merc; but from what he can tell she needed the money and she could somewhat handle herself.\n\n\"Have you even killed anyone before?\" He asked her, not as an insult but more of a genuine question. Has she killed anyone?\n\nAerin killed a bandit when he was very young, he at first grew sick with himself of taking a life, but overtime grew to get used to taking a life. It was weird, but when he killed an human, mer or beast... It didn't phase him like it used to."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "\"Not... Often.. But if there's no other options... Or if its to stop more death than necessary... One life vs many ya know...?\"\n\nShe'd rub the back of her head, she didn't like killing, but wasn't so naive as to think everything could be solved with a hug and pat on the shoulder. Still, she doesn't feel proud of her capability of harm, it's just necessary in the world as it is.."
}
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "He once again studied her, but stood up.\n\n\"Very well, I'm Aerin. I shall be your sword and shield, and you will be my watchful hawk. You have my back, I have yours.\" He offered a handshake.\n\n\"We'll split the reward, 50/50. Then we can part ways once the woman is returned to safety, if you wish.\" He told herm whether the hand was shook or not.\n\n\"Do you have proper bedding? We won't be leaving until early rise. I suggest you eat a good meal, we may be on the road for a day or two depending on things.\" He asked her."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "\"O-oh it's fine, I can camp outside and had some jerky, need to save the rest of my gold for arrows tomorrow, heh..\"\n\nShe'd stand and shake his hand, her grip surprisingly firm for the size of her hand as she smiled, her tail swaying slightly in a casual manner."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "Y-you sleep outside?\" Aerin asked, confused evenn\n\nAerin was puzzled by the Khajjit, only having jerky for a meal? That what you have when you had no food left.\n\n\"If you wish, I can buy you a meal. It's not much and I have plenty of money to spare.\" G\\He offered."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "Sakura shrugged as she rubbed the back of her head, feeling a little embarrassed after seeing the nords astonishment \n\n\"I mean, if a caravan can manage it I don't see why I couldn't, my tents decent and it saves on gold I can use for arrows, a inns nice and all, but a luxurys a luxury none the less..\""
}
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{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "\"Oh uhm, well I just... Ended up here eventually... Traveled a lot and saw sights... Just sort of... Ended up in Skyrim really... My next stop you could say, heh, besides it's close to the province I grew up in..\"\n\nShe'd sit across from him, tapping the table as she talked, her tail flicking gently as she recalled her reasons"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"Well we all have our reasons for being in a place like this...\" He agreed to her lack of a clear answer.\n\nHe then looked around. Waiting for the food."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "\"How about you...? I uh ...May have heard *Some* Things... Can't help it with my ears and all..\"\n\nShe'd rub the back of her head with an awkward frown"
}
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{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "Order:\nClara\nKyru\nMoon\nSha"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "The bard hummed softly as she watched the crackle of the fire, two empty pints of mead sitting on her table, with another in her hand. She'd entertained the crowd of the Drunken Huntsman for a few hours with song and verse, and now she sat down with her payment. Enough for a room for the night, a roof above her head, and a warm meal to see her off to sleep. It wasn't as glamorous as she'd grown used to in Cyrodiil, but this was her life now, and she was happy... For the most part.\n\nShe sipped at her mead, watching the various attendees of the bar to see if there was anyone she could try and strike up a conversation with. It was lonely being a travelling bard, and strangers were the only ones who gave her company, aside from her regular Inn-keepers of course, some of which she'd formed a close bond with during her travels."
},
{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "Subtly, the southernmost entrance door cracked open, and a young Orcish female dawning a set of dark green armor quickly slid inside, with the only indication of a new presence entering the tavern being the cold breeze that trailed behind her, which could easily be dismissed. She was so quiet that not even the owner Elrindir took notice of her until she was standing at the counter, hands folded in front of her.\n\n\"O-Oh, hello my Orc friend! Do you require refuge from the frigid weather outside? I have a few rooms available.\" The Bosmer stammered, staring upwards to meet the Orsimer's unflinching pale blue eyes thst seemed to burn through his skull. Without a single word, she nodded her head and drew a sum of septims from her coinpurse and placed in front of the male."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "As whatever was going on, Isha walked into the store/inn. She would lay down onto the counter some hides, a few deer hides in near perfect condition, and lay down two sets of antlers and some bagged fresh venison.\n\n\"What a good night for hunting eh fellas. Nothing like some fresh meat to have after a long day.\" Kym turned to the two in the back and would be talking with who ever owned the store on getting some extra coins."
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*At that moment, the door to the Drunken Huntsman opened, and a rather tall figure entered, leaning their head down slightly as they moved through. It was a Khajiit, tall and broadly built, loosely resembling a black jaguar. He was dressed in a thick leather coat presumably for the cold weather, while a sword dangled from his hip and a knapsack hung over his shoulder. Despite his large stature- well over 7 feet tall- he didn't look particularly intimidating but rather analytical and calculating, with a curious glint in his eyes. He briefly scanned the interior before approaching the counter top, and then he spoke.*\n\n\"Ah, good evening. Khajiit is in dire need of provisions and supplies.\" *He spoke calmly and politely, and referred to himself in the third person like many other Khajiit, but his voice was otherwise normal.*"
}
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{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse found herself in an awkward position within the Inn. She was hoping for a smaller crowd to end the night off, but three people seemed to enter the building with quick succession. That wasn't a good sign for someone who wanted to relax for the rest of the night, and settle in to her cozy bed once everything was said and done.\n\nShe reached for her lute, placing it under her chair in hopes she could keep it from the public's eye. It's not like she didn't enjoy performing, but Clarisse didn't want to do another set tonight. She knew she was too drunk to perform properly, too. Her words would slur into a mess, and she'd probably forget half of the lyrics, too. She was infinitely better at talking to people than singing when she was like this.\n\nTo avoid attention, she looked into the bottom of her mead jug to see how much was left, then began to down it. Once the jug was empty, she wiped her mouth, leaving it with an intoxicated smile spreading across her face. Alcohol was always a good vice for any situation, as she'd found out back in Riften, although she knew not to rely on it _too_ much now, to avoid becoming a drunken mess again."
},
{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "Morzza was already now sitting down on the floor next to the firepit, pouring a small pebble from one of her boots that rolled into the flames. Whilst doing this, she glanced about the room and took notice of what she assumed to be a bard hiding her lute under the chair in which she sat. She did not comment on such a thing however, instead diverting her attention to the large Khajiit that followed her inside, taking a mental note of him and returning to her own business.\n\nThe Orc then reached into the backpack that layed down next to her and drew from it a quill, inkwell, and leather bound journal & flipped through it. If one were to pay attention, they would notice a myriad of diagrams, runes, and numerous paragraphs written in impeccably clear handwriting. Eventually, she settled on an empty page and began to jot down the various rumors she had overheard the locals discuss in her observations of them. In slightly larger print, she wrote down the words \"Return of the dragons?\". Surely such a thing could not be true, but the prospect was nontheless an intriguing one.\n\nHowever, she did hear a sound resembling a roar as she entered the hold hours earlier."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha would get her trading with the store-owner. Getting a decent amount of gold through the transaction. She would also get a mug of Ale, getting extra foam on top to drink. Isha saw some other people chatting or entering but more of saw a woman drinking to herself. She seemed a bit lonely, so Isha thought she could cheer her up a bit.\n\nWith mug in hand, the foam drilling onto her hand. The Bosmer took a seat near the woman, chugging the warm mead.\n\n\"What brings you here my Imperial Friend?\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*The Khajiit began to converse with the shopkeeper, talking about the prices of hunting equipment and provisions and such. He watched as the shopkeeper set down a few things on the counter- rations, iron arrows, and dry tinder- and subsequently produced a small purse of gold, which he briefly counted with his fingers before placing it down, giving his thanks, and placing the new purchases in his pack. With his business said and done, he walked over to one of the side tables and took a seat, laying his bag beside him. Reaching one hand down, he opened it up and procured a small sheet of paper and a quill pen. He laid it out flat on the table and began to write something.*"
}
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{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse looked at the Half-Bosmer as they walked over to her, watching her sit down. She raised an eyebrow as she drew up a chair next to her, analysing her every move. While her life was significantly more relaxed now she was merely a humble bard, although her training was yet to wear off. She still looked over everyone she met with suspicion, something that was hardly necessary for such a quiet inn, especially in Skyrim. She was used to the cold, harsh streets of Cyrodiil, or the dimly lit pathways of Riften, both of which being someplace where one misstep could lead to a run-in with the Thieves' guild.\n\n\"I work here, simple as. If you were earlier, you could've seen me play.\"\n\nShe met Isha with a smile, although her eyes never seemed to meet hers, looking past her and around the room. Clarisse didn't like making eye contact, believing it could give too much away, or it would distract her from something dangerous."
},
{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "Morzza caught the Imperial's gaze in her peripheral vision and met it with her cold, pale blue eyes that seemed to burn their way through her body. She continued to write as if nothing had occurred and was still glancing down into her journal. However, the armor she wore was growing cumbersome, as she had been wearing it for the entire day, so she retired to the room she rented, returning a few minutes later wearing a stone-colored gown and sat down once again in the exact same position at the fire pit."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Bard eh?\" Isha gave a nod and took a sip of mead.\n\n\"Could you play a song? I'll pay extra if I must. Curious how you'll handle Rangar the Red.\" Isha gave an offer, showing off her heavy pouch of gold. It made hefty jingles when she shook it around.\n\n\"If not, maybe we can discuss other things. Don't know what, but you seemed a bit down. Thought you needed a Bosmer to talk your ear off.\" Isha chuckled and would again take another sip of mead."
}
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{
"author": "Sha'dar",
"message": "*Sha'dar had continued to write on the paper in the meantime, occasionally looking up and glancing around the tavern, before returning intently to what he was doing. He also muttered what he was writing, except that he wasn't speaking in Aldmeris, rather a different language- anyone familiar with Khajiit would recognize it as Ta'agra. Perhaps he would have joined in the song and drinking, but here he just needed some supplies and a warm place to resume his work, which was in this case writing a series of notes on some of the old Nordic ruins surrounding Whiterun, and a bit of detail on the city itself when relevant. Maybe a boring pursuit to some- spending hours at a table writing on paper- but to Sha'dar it was ideal, being a scholar by trade.*"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse appreciated that her skills were in need, but now didn't feel like the time. She was tired, and she wasn't on duty anymore. The Inn was supposed to be quiet around now, but apparently it was rush hour.\n\n\"Sorry, but I'm off duty now- Had you been here an hour earlier, I would've happily obliged.\"\n\nShe smiled at them, although she only made eye contact for a split second, once again starting to scan the area. As the Bosmer talked again, she turned her attention back to them.\n\n\"Well, I'm more than happy to discuss... Although, a nice looking orc did just catch my eye, so don't think I'm ignoring you if I'm looking in her direction.\"\n\nThe hard winked, her gaze going over to Morzza. She wasn't entirely interested in someone who looked like they could stare down death, but she was worried about the damage they may cause, especially if they were here for her. She'd need to get close soon, see what they were up to."
},
{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "Morzza's gaze casually returned to her work as she wrote down one final note with regards to a particular Nordic ruin that rested atop a mountain to the south of the city, formally known as Bleak Falls Bartow that she intended on visiting at one point in the near future. With that, she returned the journal to its proper place within her pack and returned to the front counter. She seemed to speak to the Bosmer owner, but it was so soft that none could hear her. She then placed a small amount of coins on the table and was given a jug in return. \n\n\"Here you are, ma'am. My freshest milk.\" Elrindir said, returning to his previous task while the Orc returned once again to the same position in which she sat, gently sipping at the dairy and quenched the drought that was occuring inside of her mouth. She had become caught up in her studies throughout the day and completely neglected her thirst, but this was commonplace for her."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "The Bosmer looked over at Orc and gave her check up, up and down; even tilting her head.\n\n\"Not bad. For an Orc.\" Isha gave a little thumbs up. Then Isha had a brilliant but... Well risky idea.\n\n\"I'll be right back.\" She gave a wink.\n\nIsha would then walk over to the orc.\n\n\"Excuse me, but my friend over there thinks your cute. Why don't you two get to know each other, she rarely ever complements. So I say she's really into you.\" Isha told Morzza."
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{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "\"Would you mind telling her I think she is rather... Ravishing herself?\" The Orc asked, looking over the Bosmer initially, followed by the Imperial, who she scanned for far longer, taking mental note of her every feature. For a mere second, a soft blush emanated across her soft green cheeks, but a jostle of the head later and she recomposed herself. She had never been referred to as such by anybody and did not know what to make of it."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha clicked her to tongue.\n\n\"Will do.\" She gave a thumbs up and would Micheal Jackson walk away. She did a swift turn, walking back to the Imperial and sitting down.\n\n\"That lovely Orc says you look... Ravishing yourself. Why don't you two you know... Talk more?\" Isha looked at her finger nails then shot a look at Clarisse, giving a wink."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse watched the whole ordeal with a horrified look on her face, watching Isha moonwalk away just breathed a lack of sophistication into the air.\n\nAs her unfortunate companion returned, Clarisse composed herself and raised her eyebrow.\n\n\"Me, ravishing? Well, I suppose I better go and see how she likes the look of me, up close and personal.\"\n\nShe bowed at Isha, then walked forwards to the Orc. She sat by her, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her palm, using her arm to keep her head up. She spoke softly, so that only her target could hear her.\n\n\"Heya, gorgeous.\""
},
{
"author": "Morzza Rimmbak",
"message": "As quickly as her blush disappeared, it returned again with a vengeance, much to Morzza's confusion. Nobody prior had managed to fluster her quite like this, and she was left unsure of what to do with herself. \n\n\"Greetings. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.\" Despite her embarrassment, her voice was as smooth as ever.\n\nIn comparison to Clarisse's, the Orc's posture was far more formal, with both hands in her lap and back straight like an arrow."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse saw the blush on the woman's face, biting her lip ever so slightly. This was going to be easy, especially if the orc blushed so quickly. She raised her eyebrow as the orc spoke so formally, then shook her head.\n\n\"Why so formal? Don't be afraid to let loose~\"\n\nShe had a seemingly tipsy grin on her face, although all the alcohol she'd consumed had had little-to-no effect on her. Her months and months in a constant drunken state in Riften had led to her having quite a high alcohol tolerance.\n\n\"I'm Clarisse, by the way. What's your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Once she saw the two chatting up, not wanting to be a third wheel in their chatter. She would chug her drink and pay her tab in gold. Heading off into the streets of Whiterun, maybe they would hook up thanks to her meddling. But that was none of her concern, she simply moved the river to connect to the lake.\n\n[*Isha leaves the building*]"
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She was SUPPOSED to be looking at the goods in the market for her caravan. \n\nThat being said, she was! For a few minutes.. Then she got distracted seeing people going in and out of the drunken huntsman. Thus, she figured she'd head in. 'Just for a moment,' she thought to herself. But, upon entering, she was in awe and wonder! So cozy, so warm, and definitely a place she can see herself going in and out often. People of all kinds here no doubt!"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She'd finished her last set of the day a good few minutes ago, although she was already fairly tipsy. She'd been drinking throughout her sets, although not enough to fall over her head. Overlooking the crowd, she saw a very, _very_ adorable Khajiit enter the Inn, and went to go speak to her, leaving her mead behind. She walked up behind her, a grin on her face. They seemed innocent, and fairly naΓ―ve- Not that she'd dig them for it, but it meant she could be more relaxed around them.\n\n\"Welcome to the Drunken Huntsman! Can I help you?\""
},
{
"author": "derpderpderp",
"message": "No worries! My fault, just realized I forgot the"
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She jumped a bit as she heard the voice behind her! She thought at first it was a guard or someone who didn't really want Khajiit around there. She turned her head to see a smiling face, already a good sign. \n\n\"Ah! You've surprised Ja'Kaaava,\" She let out as she then pondered the question. \"This one is just.. Looking right now. So much to see..\" Her voice trailed off as she looked at what was going on in the Drunken Huntsman."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Oh, wow, this Khajiit was _cute._ More than she'd expected. She kept smiling at her as she spoke, nodding understandingly.\n\n\"Oh, right! Well, I'm the bard here-\" She said, gesturing to the Huntsman. It was small, but it paid well enough. \"Is there anything you like the look of?\" She added, following the Khajiit's gaze around the Huntsman. There weren't many people around, definitely less than the other night, when she'd met the orc. Nothing had really happened between them, and they'd left before she could make a move, although, someone good looking seemed to come every other day, a fact she was more than willing to welcome."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She nodded as she listened. Bard.. So that meant music! She liked music!..Then again who didn't. She then answered her question. \"This one likes the warmth.. Reminds her vaguely of the sands of Elsweyr.. However the sands are much warmer to cross than this room.\" She chuckled a bit \"What else... Ja'Kaaava does adore the new sights. All this is new.. Spreads wonders to this one's eyes.\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse listened attentively to the Khajiit, smiling as she spoke. As she mentioned warmth, her face seemed to light up.\n\"Warmth? Well, if you wanna come and sit with me over by the fire, that's as warm as you'll get in Whiterun.\"\nShe nodded her head in the direction of the fire, hoping she'd follow it along and see it. The Huntsman was small, and the fire warmed up the entire main room... But sitting _by_ the fire was a much better experience."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She seemed happy to enjoy that, nodding as she headed over towards where she nodded her head. \"And who might you be, bard?\" She asked, seeing as she technically already introduced herself (or at least gave her name) when she said it; Ja'Kaaava. The Khajiit's tail swayed a bit, low, slow.. Almost just like slow flick here and there"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse made a stop by the barkeep before sitting down, carrying two mugs of mead. She walked along with Ja'Kaaava, sitting down on a log and gesturing for her to do the same, putting the Khajiit's mead on the floor for her.\n\"Clarisse. Just Clarisse- It's a pleasure, Ja'Kaaava.\"\nShe turned her head, watching her tail sway. It was somewhat adorable, although she wouldn't comment on it."
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"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She watched carefully, seeing two mugs being ordered and the bard soon sitting down. She headed over to join her, hearing the name. \"Hmm, odd name, Just Clarisse.\" She joked with a smile as she then bowed her head \"But this one is glad to meet a friendly citizen. Khajiit can find if hard to find good people.\" \n\nShe sat on the log, one leg up and tucked underneath the other in a sort of half criss-cross. She grabbed the drink, eyeing it. She was eager to try, but didn't want to just go right at it!"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She sipped the mead, having been acquainted with the taste already, and already being somewhat tipsy. She shook her head as the Khajiit joked, smiling at her.\n\"Good people are few and far between, nowadays, with the war an' all.\"\nShe shrugged, then watched her sit on the log. She knew the Stormcloaks wouldn't want a Khajiit in their walls, but luckily, Whiterun was rather neutral.\n\n\"Have you travelled far?\" She said, tilting her head. She was curious as to if her new friend had travelled from Elsweyr, or somewhere else around Tamriel."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Not many at all welcome the Khajiit within their walls. Of course, the reputation isn't without some grains of truth. There has been a history of khajiit causing trouble. \n\nShe leaned in to take a slow sip of mead, the sweetness of honey causing her eyes to widen. What started as a cautious sip turned into a chug! She only stopped since she heard the question, putting the mug from her lips towards her lap. \n\n\"Hmm, Ja'Kaaava comes from the warm sands of Elsweyr. She has felt the head beneath her being, as well as the sun pouring down on her.. However, she has been to many other provinces with her mother; in Skyrim, this is her first time.\" She giggled as she felt a bit bad for going on a long winding explanation. \"And you, Clarisse.. You are native to Skyrim, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse was more than happy to welcome a Khajiit, until they proved otherwise. She'd had a few Khajiit friends back when she was serving the empire, although they were few and far between when she was in the Imperial City.\n\nShe watched her new friend react to the mead, a sultry grin passing her lips. She watched the sip turn to a chug, letting out a small laugh to herself as she seemed to enjoy it.\n\n\"Ah- Native to Cyrodiil, not Skyrim. I'm Imperial by blood, but I lived most of my life here.\" She said, shrugging it off. It wasn't much of a big deal to her, although that story was certainly a lie. She'd spent most of her life serving the Empire and the Imperial City Guard, not in Skyrim like she told everyone. In an attempt to sway the conversation, she decided to ask about something else.\n\n\"Do you like the mead?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She heard the name Cyrodiil, looking over towards Clarisse as her left hand instinctual moved to her right hand, the one that grasped the mug. The digits felt at the ring on her index finger. Soon enough she then replied. \"Ja'Kaaava and her mother have frequented Cyrodiil before. Traded there when Ja'Kaaava was young.\" \n\nThe attempt to sway the conversation worked, then girl soon looking down at the drink. \"Very much! Such flavour, the sweetness in particular, it brings joy to this one, no?\" She giggled, taking another big \"Sip\" Of the Mead."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse looked at the ring on her index finger, having not noticed it before. She smiled as she mentioned she'd been to Cyrodiil before. \"Really? Well, it's possible we were there at the same time.\" She said, smiling at her.\n\nShe took a sip of her own drink as her new friend looked at her own, smiling at her as a layer of froth sat on her upper lip, unnoticed by the Imperial.\n\"The mead truly is wonderful- I wish I could make my own someday, but I don't have anywhere to do it...\""
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "\"Ah! That it is!\" She let out in response to her comment about the mead. She did like the drink of skooma here and there, for sure, but this was also something she adored; something from the new land, a new experience! She embraced it!\n\"Skyrim is a big place, no? This one is certain that there must be somewhere that you can make your own.\" She thought about it. Then again, something like that would need a lot of other things; money, materials, knowledge.."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She smiled as her newfound companion exclaimed about how wonderful the mead was, although she assumed she was interested in much stronger drinks, although she brushed the notion off, not wanting to play into the stereotype- She was sure Ja'Kaaava was lovely. In fact, she was probably the nicest Khajiit she'd ever met.\n\"Oh, certainly big- I hear there are a few places up for sale, but I live from payment to payment- I have no savings,\" She said, shrugging it off. \"I couldn't buy anything even if I wanted.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She listened to the explanation of no savings. Pouting a bit, she began to think of ways to earn septims in a place like this. Scratching her chin a bit she began to list things aloud. \"Well, there is trading, no? And I suppose if you could become the guard of someone rather prestigious, someone like a t'har.\" She spoke in Ta'agra on that last word, sometimes mixing her native tongue with cyrodiilic. T'har meaning chieftain"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse looked at the Khajiit pout, tilting her head and sipping her mead. She listened to her ideas, shaking her head. She'd be returned to the Imperial City if she became a guard... And promptly executed. \"Nah- Guard's life isn't for me, I'm afraid- And no, I can't be a _chieftain._\" She said, finishing her sentence with a grin. She spoke a _little_ Ta'agra, having learnt it while being Lieutenant of the guard."
},
{
"author": "derpderpderp",
"message": "Kaaava: Her eyes lit up a bit as she heard the translated word. \"Oooh, you speak the language of the Khajiit?\" She let out as she clapped her hands... After setting her mead down of course. She then said \"Ah, this makes Ja'Kaaava happy! She hasn't met anyone who was not Khajiit but spoke like one!\" She let out a her tail swayed behind her."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Seeing the Khajiit clap her hands, and watching her tail sway, she couldn't help but smile. \"Oh, just a little here and there- As a bard, you meet all sorts of people! It's nice to be able to talk to them.\"\nShe shrugged, once again hiding the true reason she'd learnt all her languages. She looked down into her mead, then downed the whole remainder of the jug. She didn't enjoy lying, but it meant she was safe. She let out a small hiccup, then gave her friend a sultry and tipsy smile.\n\"Are you needed anywhere soon, my friend?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Soon picked up her mead again and finished it off. She let out a little \"Ah!\" As she emptied her mug into her maw. \"Mother would probably want Ja'Kaaava to return soon, but for now she can remain here. Why would this one leave when she has a new friend? Good company is very important after all.\" \nHer ears kept alert though, seeing as even if this bard was nice to her others might not be. She didn't want trouble, and thus she was ready to head out if things got a bit too heated"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She smiled as she finished off the mead, wiping her own face to get rid of any froth that may have landed above her lip as she drank. She tilted her head as the Khajiit mentioned travelling with her mother, intrigued. As she spoke, her voice sounded genuinely intrigued, with a hint of a hiccup passing as she finished- She _had_ been drinking all day, after all. \"You're travelling with your mother? Is there anyone else in your convoy, or just the two of you?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The Khajiit nodded \"Yes. She's a merchant, a leader of a small caravan. Ja'Kaaava goes with her, and helps her with the various tasks. This one likes this; She gets a small sum of money, learns how to trade, and gets to see new places. It is not her choice where they go, but she is grateful wherever her mother takes her!\" She heard the hiccup, giggling a bit. \"Someone seems to be having a bit too much fun, no~?\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She listened as attentively as she could as the Khajiit spoke about her life, although she couldn't stop the hiccups. Her smile seemed tipsy enough, although it was mostly an act. She could definitely handle more alcohol than this, she just wanted to see what the Khajiit would do. \"There's no such thing as too much fun~\" She replied, followed by a pause as she seemed to pull together a thought. \"Could I try something? I've always wanted to try this one thing...\" She said, her words a little slurred."
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The Khajiit couldn't help but giggle at the constant presence of the hiccups. She then nodded \"Ja'Kaaava knows that well~\" She let out at the comment of there no being too much fun. She then furrowed her brows a bit. Try something? Something new? Well... She was curious as to what it was, for sure. \"Try something? Planning something, no?\" She asked as she then shrugged \"Never too much fun, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse giggled along with the Khajiit, her tipsiness both an act, and partially true. She _was_ somewhat drunk, but not enough to be acting this way. \"Mhm! Something new! Could you bend down slightly for me, sugar?\"\nShe smirked, moving her hand up before she could even reply, and petting her head slightly. She _had_ always wanted to try and pet a Khajiit to see if they'd react differently, and now seemed like the perfect time."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She was even more confused now than before, however she soon tilted her head forward and downward as if she were to receive a crown. \"This one is curious why-\" She was cut off, feeling the hand against her head. At first she was surprised, however she felt a tingle course through her head and head. A sensation that she couldn't describe. She let out a little \"Hmmmrrrrr..\" As she closed her eyes, letting the feeling take her"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse giggled to herself as the Khajiit purred as she pet her head, her smile remaining on her face. She moved her fingers over to her ears, petting them too.\nShe muttered to herself, pleased with her discovery. \"A_ha-_ I _knew_ it'd do something... You look _adorable.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She didn't move until her ears were touched, which caused her to jump a bit. She arched her back as she let out a little \"Yah! C-careful there!\" She let out. This was all new to her... That noise she made would most likely draw a few stares from the other patrons, mostly just thinking \"What the heck was that?\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse jumped back too, almost recoiling from her friend. She looked down, somewhat solemnly. \"Oh, sorry... I- I didn't mean to hurt you- I don't know what I was doing...\" She said, sighing. She hadn't intended to harm Ja'Kaaava, or hurt her in any way... She was just curious, and may have overplayed her drunkenness."
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She then let out a quick \"N-no no, Ja'Kaaava was not harmed in this. It was simply.. Interesting!\" She let out as she tried to explain it. \"This one's ears can be... Sensitive to touch. Not quite delicate, like glass, but just able to feel more.\" She wondered if it was an adequate way of putting it. It was never something she needed to explain before, so she was inexperienced."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She was relieved to hear she hadn't hurt Ja'Kaaava's ears, not wanting to spoil the time they were spending together so soon. \"Oh, right, right- Interesting... Right.\"\nShe smiled at her apologetically, again looking down into her mead cup.\n\"I'm glad I didn't hurt you-\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She giggled a bit and leaned in a bit closer. \"This one is glad too~\" She let out as she didn't want to stop having fun. \"But worry not, Khajiit can be quite resilient.\" She looked down at her mug, noticing that it was empty. She still tilted it back to try and get every drop of the honey mixture. \"The caravan should probably stock this mead.\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She looked up as her friend leaned over, smiling at her. \"Well, I promise I won't do it again, just for your sake.\" She looked into her own empty mug again, then shrugged. She'd drank all day, another empty mug didn't mean much to her. \"Well, I'm sure you can ask where they get it from- I think it's a local brew.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She shook her head \"Ja'Kaaava didn't mind it!\" She spoke quickly. In reality, she said this because she was curious about the feeling... It was new, something different. It didn't hurt, and that was a plus too! She scooted just a bit closer, feeling a bit more trusting of this imperial. Of course, she didn't know too much about her past."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Her eyes widened as her friend mentioned how she didn't mind it, her smile turning into a grin. She watched her shuffle over and accepted it as an invitation. She moved her hand back to Ja'Kaaava's head, softly petting her. She rested her head on her shoulder, humming to herself. \"Your hair's awfully soft, for someone who spends so much time on the road...\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Let out a little hum and \"Rrrr...\" From her throat as she felt the petting. She giggled a bit at the remark about her hair. \"Is it now?\" The khajiit let out as her ears wiggled and flicked occasionally \"Perhaps it is a blessing from Azurah~\" She explained as she ran a hand through her own hair to feel the softness"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "The Imperial smiled as the Khajiit enjoyed the petting, watching her ears flick and move back and forth.\n\"It's only the softest Khajiit hair I've ever seen~\" She said, teasingly. She was growing to like the Khajiit more and more by the second."
}
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{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse couldn't help but smile as the Khajiit kept smiling, her face going warm as she began purring.\n\"Drinks would be wonderful, my friend- Are you sure you're alright with buying?\"\nShe tilted her head slightly, taking a momentary pause from petting her head."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The Khajiit then shook her head \"She is sure. It is only fair that each member treat the other. Besides, Clarisse has been good to Ja'Kaaava, and she wishes to give back in the same way.\" She got up, figuring it better to get two tankards of mead and bring them back. She tried to haggle, however that didn't go over to well. Soon enough she returned with two tankards of the brew."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse took her hand away from the Khajiit as she moved away, smiling as she returned with more mead. She held her hand out for hers, eventually sipping it once it was in her hands.\n\"Thanks, sugar- I'll be sure to return the favour at some point.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She soon came back as she blinked a few times. \"Sugar? Ja'Kaaava is like sugar? She thinks not... Sugar is a gift from the divines, Jone and Jode.. The sugar granted to the Khajiit is showing their affection.\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She shook her head, smiling at the Khajiit she was befriending. \"It's just a nickname hun- You're sweet, like sugar.\"\nShe sipped the mead, hoping that it was good enough of an explanation for the Khajiit to understand that she meant no blasphemy when giving her the name, although she'd happily change it upon request."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She smiled a bit, not seeing it as blasphemy, but mostly just not wanting to hold herself to such a high regard. She wasn't anything special, at least she thought so. \n\"She is happy to be sweet... She has so many sweet things that she supposes it remains on display!\" She joked a bit, taking a big swig of her mead"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse smiled as she accepted the nickname, giving her a gentle pet on the top of her head to show her thanks. She sipped her mead again, reaching a point where she was risking actually becoming drunk.\n\"Oh, you're a very sweet individual, Ja'Kaaava... If all of Cyrodiil was like you, the world would be a much better place.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She let out a soft rumble from her throat as she closer her eyes, tail flicking idly. She then heard the comment about Cyrodiil and the world being a better place if they were like her. Her look softened, her index finger curling in a bit to allow her thumb to brush along the ring she wore. \"Ah.. Well, Ja'Kaaava wishes it were so.\" She let out, keeping up her smile"
}
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The Khajiit listened attentively. Not good for non-nords? That could spell trouble! Then again, Khajiit aren't really that welcome in most places. Not outright hostility, that's for sure, but mistrust. \n\n\"Tell this one more.. Where should they go then?\" She asked as she then shook her head \"The caravan has a few Khajiit that can fight, but no official guard.\"\n\nShe did want to get the map, seeing as they can make stops along the way in local villages to get supplies as well as trade to get some profit before reaching their destination."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "\"I'm not sure... Skyrim is in an awful position at the moment- But I hear Solitude might be the best place for you. It's full of Imperials, meaning the Nords are under control.\"\n\nShe went to speak, then paused out of hesitancy. She could offer herself as a guard, but if they took her advice, she'd end up in Solitude... That's exactly where she tried to _avoid._ She didn't want to be clocked for a traitor again.\n\n\"I'm sure you could find someone equipped with a sword around here to help- Especially if you're travelling. You'll need it- I hear Vampire attacks are becoming somewhat frequent, too.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She then quickly and vigourously shook her head \"This one thinks that would be a bad idea! Mother is... Suspicious of Imperials.\" She said, not wanting to put it in a harsh way as she was speaking to a member of the Imperial race. \"Not ALL imperials, you know, just those who serve.\" She let out as she looked away a moment. \nThe next mention of Vampires intrigued her. Sounded scary, but how did Clarisse know that they were there. This knowledge gave Ja'Kaaava an idea. \"Perhaps... You can be a guard? You seem to know the land well, and the caravan will pay for your service for sure.\" She said as a smile formed on her face"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse was slightly taken back by the \"Imperials who serve\" Comment, given she'd spent the whole start of her life serving. Of course, she didn't show it, but it still effected her slightly.\n\"Oh, that's understandable- They can be corrupt and usually have a stick up their ass... But some of them are alright, in my experience.\"\nShe listened to her, and a smile crept over her face. If her mother didn't want to go to Solitude, then she'd be fine! She was afraid of Haafingar purely because of how Imperial-centric it was- Other holds wouldn't be able to notice who she was, which was why she spent so much time in Whiterun.\n\"Well... I wouldn't mind a different job, and it'd be nice to get around.. _And_ it means I get to hang out with you some more, you adorable little thing.\"\nShe fully returned her smile, petting her ears again to show her appreciation."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She moved a hand to the ring, pondering the words. She didn't say anything, just let her thoughts mull over in her mind before she then looked up. Adorable? Her? She blinked few times. Now, some might get blushy and nervous, but the Khajiit seemed to be overjoyed. \n\"And you can play music with the rest of the Khajiit! Should be fun, yes?\" She let out as she got excited. Feeling the ears get pet, she closed her eyes and leaned into her hand. She had never given it much thought at how pleasant it felt; not quite like a fun pleasure or a thrill, but like a comfort... A soothing gentle pleasure.\n\"Mmmmmhh... Perhaps discussion can be had about where to go next..\" She let out"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She hoped she didn't upset her friend by calling her adorable- She meant it as platonic as she could! She hadn't had non-platonic feelings for anyone in her entire life, and she certainly wasn't about to start tonight. She kept petting her ears, knowing how happy it made her. She was adorable, definitely in the innocent sense- She fullheartedly meant that.\n\"Of course! I'd be more than happy to offer myself, my friend... Would your mother take me?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She shrugged \"This one will advocate for you! Perhaps she will, but Ja'Kaaava cannot guarantee anything.\" She let out as she then scooted a bit closer, \"Perhaps one more drink before we go? No shame in that, yes?\" She asked.\n\n\"...Or, perhaps this one can hear some music from the fabled bard of the inn of Whiterun?\" She giggled and smirked"
}
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "As of last night, the thief Brothers were caught. While only one of them. Thanks to her planning and changing up the patrol routes. She managed to stop the robbery before it succeeded. While they had one in a cell, the other was forced to leave his lizard brother behind and flee the scene."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She was talking with the store owner as well as one of the guards. While he was very thankful for stopping the robbery, he had wished that they had gotten both of them.\n\nBut after some words, it was time for her to get back to work. But she was going to take her break, and why not relax in the Drunken Huntsman for a little while before heading out on her patrols. Today was a good day."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*Ah... The drunken huntsman. Usually relaxing. Usually. Though there was an interesting character arguing with the Fletcher. He was dressed in red robes, with Dunmer style pauldrons... And an ornate bonemold chestplate. He was a rather tall Dunmer, though something about him seems off.*\n\n\"Why won't you sell me a damn arrow? I shouldn't have to have a bow to buy even one!\"\n\n*It was an... Interesting argument.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "γCan I have five minutes to myself?γ\n\nEven when she was off duty, she knew she had to step in. So she would place her cup onto a end table and she began making her way over.\n\n\"Is there a problem here?\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He sighed.*\n\n\"I'm not sure what the issue is... I want but a single ebony arrow and I'm offering more than its worth... But no... Because I'm not going to use it for... Hunting, I can't have it.\"\n\n*There wasn't a good reason for it not to be sold to him. But he was making far too much of a scene.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "γChildren... I have to managed Children...γ\n\nShe gave a sigh.\n\"Look it's his money, his purchase. Just give him the damn arrow if he wants it so bad. This may be a hunting store but just give him the arrow. You get payed, and he gets the arrow. If you can't solve this between the both of you I will fine both of your for disturbing the peace.\" She crossed her arms and looked at the two.\n\nWhile she wasn't one to charge many for disturbing the peace, it was more to make people hesitate trying to get into a brawl where property could be damaged, people get hurt... Or worse killed."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*The fletcher gave in and just took the money. Indras was paying so much because he hadn't found a single molecule of Ebony in ages.*\n\n\"Thank you... You're much better at handling such situations than the Captain in Riften. That city is more miserable than a Balmora Brothel...\"\n\n*He deduced that she was the captain very quickly. Unless she had spoken much with Irileth, she likely wouldn't know what house Indras represented. He placed the arrow in a piece of parchment and set it in his satchel. There seemed to be a Creature in there with it. Some sort of creature.*\n\n\"I shouldn't have to pay that S'wit they call a Captain to do his job...\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Yeah I had a run in with him not too long ago... He's not a good person. I can tell in his eyes...\" She nodded.\n\nShe then looked around.\n\"What job did you pay him anyways?\" \n\n\nγMy lucky break? Please tell me something...γ"
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Yes... The current one with that ridiculous moustache. I tried speaking to him in the common tongue... But he only speaks in Gold. Should be the Duty of the Hold Guard captain to... Protect the hold. He'd rather keep the towns and city guarded. Couldn't care less what happens on the roads. He could spare at least a Patrol or two.\"\n\n*He was misremembering actually paying him. That thought was lost in his mind with the rest of the complaints.*\n\n\"I think I payed him to do an Investigation on my Tower after it was broken into. It was probably the thieves guild and he dropped it after a day.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "γDropped it a day? More than likely the thieves guild, 85%. They would be more geared to break into a tower. The question is, was he doing his job? Or was he simply acting as a cover up? Even then a proper investigation would take days before you could properly and respectfully drop a case. He is either apart of the guild or just always payed off. γ\n\nγHe did mention that never found such a guild, but from a few times I've interrogated a few thieves. They've always mention a group, something bigger than a small team.γ\n\nγThey've must have sent him to try to break me? No... It has to be with the guard he sent... No... Something doesn't add up.γ\n\nCalina went into deep thought for a moment.\n\n\"Strange... Either he is lazy or perhaps he was paid off. I'm going for being payed off. I bet he would sell his own wife if it meant more coin in his pocket... He was also very defensive when it came to thieves. But alas, unless your tower was in Whiterun territory. I can't help you with that, not like I have men to spare anyways.\" She shrugged."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Anyone who doesn't think there's Guild activity there is a Moron. Or a Liar. They stole a few of my Black soul gems... Broke into my safe. I'm certain most thieves are solo acts, but there's only one Group. They make sure its that way. There was almost a War between the Guild and Camonna tong back in the Third era. I only heard about it back then, though.\"\n\n*He spoke as if he lived in Morrowind before the Red year. Looked too young.*\n\n\"You are the Captain, correct? Could you give these to Farengar? He requested a few spellbooks from Morrowind.\"\n\n*He removed two destruction books. It seemed as though he had some sort of chicken... Thing in his bag. It looked up at Krowviir.*"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Cute pet.\" She nodded at the Chicken. \n\nShe then looked at the two tomes of Destruction, sighing.\n\nShe wasn't really a errand girl, but she was going to head up to the keep anyways. So it wouldn't hurt to drop off the books when she gave her nightly report to the Jarl.\n\n\"Sure, when I head up later this evening. I'll make sure he's gets these.\" She nodded.\n\nShe then would quickly scan through the tomes. Making sure there wasn't any contraband or some sort of hidden note. She had to be sure."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Pet?\" \n\n*He pulled it out from his satchel. It was a Bantam Guar. Something the captain had likely never seen.*\n\n\"This is Sadrith, he is my favorite of the coop. He always wants to come with me.\"\n\n*It was cute... But It didn't look like there was much going on in its head. There was a note in one of the tomes it read: \"There are easier ways of getting these. Try Solstheim, or even that College.\"*\n\n\"I appreciate it. Farengar is one of the few with a care for the Arcane. He just pesters me too much.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Yeah, I don't spend much time in the Keep besides certain weeks of the month. He often has the servants deliver food to his office... Or his quarters... Whatever.\" She would nod.\n\nShe then would rub a finger underneath the Guar chin.\n\n\"Who's a cute little Morrowind Chicken... Thats right... You are!\" She baby talked it."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He seemed to enjoy it.*\n\n\"I've kept them ever since I was young... 300 or so years ago. Not a typically telvanni pastime, but i just like them. Don't sell them though... Even if they aren't common here.\"\n\n*He looked at her, he had barely even realized he was speaking to someone other than a disembodied voice.*\n\n\"What is your name?\""
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Nah, don't want to do anything that crazy and getting somebody else killed would not be my way. I just need him caught in the act, or perhaps damning paperwork or something that can easily say he's being payed off. I know damn well he's apart of something but I don't have anything physical.\" She place a hand on her hip.\n\nShe wanted this man to go down, but not with blood on her hands. Innocent blood that is."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Maybe I could just bribe him to keep a Morag Tong agent free. I would just need a writ... And someone to kill... Or a good actor. He wouldn't have to honor any sort of writ of execution, but a bit of gold would make him obedient. Or maybe i could find a Camonna Tong remnant to use. Thieve's Guild wouldn't want any outlier from a rogue group. Pay him for protection. Or maybe I'm thinking too much. I know he keeps his quarters in the Barracks locked tight. Very tight. If we could get someone in there... We'd have him. The issue would be getting him in your jurisdiction. I wish laws here were as simple as Morrowind...\"\n\n*He thought for a moment.*\n\n\"There is a Ghastly little Khajiit we could use. Hairless... He's been a good tool once or twice. A bit eccentric. I would rather a Khajiit than an argonian...\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"No writs, no murder, no blood money. I want to do this as clean as possible. Perhaps if you could send this... Hairless, to me. I can hire him to gather infomation on this man. Something if anything to get him locked up.\" She told him, rather hiring a thief to rob Riften. Hell, it's not against her laws to hire a thief to rob somebody in a different hold. Different hold, different laws."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"I suppose thievery in the pursuit of justice is fine then?\" \n\n*He was making a jab at her.*\n\n\"He'll be here in a day... He takes a route to peddle his wares. Fake wares, mind you. If you'd like a fake Dragon Priest's mask, I'm sure he has one to make a nice wall ornament.\"\n\n*He sat down and removed a notebook, bound with a mushroom shaped seal.*\n\n\"Until then, I'd like to know about you. Most of my House have little care for other cultures, but I do. I'm writing about Skyrim. I have been for ages. I think the drafts arent good enough... Start over, it's a long process. What can you tell me about Whiterun, i havent spent too much time here.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"If it means the end of thievery and whatever bullshit he's pulling. Yes... Fight fire with fire. Besides, it's Riften. Everyone is a criminal in Riften.\" She huffed.\n\nShe paused.\n\"Whiterun is a city of hardworking people, but before I took over. The guards were... Somewhat dependable. It was all thanks to some Imperial smuck named Casius... He didn't take this job seriously.\"\n\n\"My father used to be a guard, but he's retired now and simply helps people around... As well as keeping away from the bottle.\" \n\n\"But, as for me. I've was born and raised here. Always wanted to be like my dad, keeping the law and order here in this city and beyond it's walls. When I finally got the stones, and was the ripe age of 18. I enrolled as quickly as possible. I showed Casisus and the rest of them what it means to be a protector of Whiterun. I worked longer then other guards, and harder. Eventually, I had some help with some girl. Tia, was her name. Helped me stop the Jarl being poisoned, his brother wrongly accused, and Whiterun being under control of a third party. That earned me Casisus spot who called Mr quote \"A good for nothing bitch\". He made his way to Solitude... Wondering how he's doing now.\" She explained mostly about herself.\n\n\"As for Whiterun, it's a true Nord's home. One for all. If you're willing to work hard, and be on good behavior. This city is one of the best.\" She added."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Oh, you're rather young. You carry yourself quite maturely.\"\n\n*He noted everything down almost inhumanly quickly in a very eloquent manner. His handwriting was impeccable.*\n\n\"From what I've seen, this might be my favorite city... All of the other ones have their aspects. Perhaps Solitude is a contender for favorite. Markarth and Riften are equally dreadful. I don't know how my Colleague, Byleth, stands it. He's too focused on the past to recognize the present... Being 1500 does that to you.\"\n\n*That was a shocking age. Most vampires aren't even that old.*\n\n\"I suppose I'm due for my story, I'll keep it brief. I was born around Necrom, my father was insane, I studied under Divayth Fyr, met the Nerevarine, fought in the Oblivion crisis, and moved here after the Red Year. I don't stay in contact with Morrowind much... It got tiresome quite some time ago.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Whatever products you use, I want them. If you can look good at your age, perhaps I can just as good when I'm 50.\" She joked.\n\n\"You must have seen a lot in your life. I can't imagine all of lessons you've learned in your life. You should tell your stories for the Weekly Mundas Book Read, maybe tells these current generation of kids that bullying a kid for a kiss isn't how you make relationships.\" She scoffed, more of thinking of a bratty Redguard girl that was nothing but a little trouble maker. It was clear that her parents didn't discipline her."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "\"Magic. My mentor, Divayth Fyr, was 4000. I don't have any stories that haven't been told yet. It would be best to leave such things to the creative types.\"\n\n*He turned his head showing her the braid.*\n\n\"I do have a fondness for the children here. When you live so long it is a... Refreshing perspective to speak with someone new to this world. A girl in Shor's stone did this for me... I have kept it ever since. Lessons are best learned through experience, not word of mouth.\"\n\n*The guar sitting in his lap perked up.*\n\n\"He also likes children, they all love him.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Come by the schoolhouse on Mondas, and I'm sure the children would love some of your wise words. Be sure they're kid friendly, don't want the kids to be running around and point magical hands at grown ups and calling them s'wit, N'wah... What other slurs... I forget them sometimes..\" She teased but gave a offer for him to get better with the community of Whiterun."
},
{
"author": "Magister Indras",
"message": "*He actually felt quite touched, a little smirk was worked out of him.*\n\n\"I have business over at Arcadia's cauldron, I'll be in town a bit longer, if you receive any complaints of a large daedric beast... He doesn't bite, I'll try and summon him only outside the walls.\"\n\n*He walked out, and mere seconds later...*"
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "*The hairless Khajiit walked in, his gigantic backpack smacking the doorway. It kept stable, though. He had come in for a drink, but he was going to try and scam someone while he was here.*"
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She would nod, only to happenly see the hairless Khajiit walk in.\n\n<<Convient... Very convinent...>She mentioned in her mind.\n\nCalina would apporached the Khajiit who happened to be hairless.\n\n\"Hey, you looking for work. I might have need for you...\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Hm? Hassraska does not do work for the Man. He can smell the authority all over you! This one's time is valuable.\"\n\n*He was shirtless. His skin was a very dark grey, and he had a few tattoos. Odd tattoos. He had a sleeve of a Red Dragon down his arm. It was likely Nahfahlaar, but why would a Khajiit have Dragon tattoos?*\n\n\"But This One may forget your affiliations for the right price.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "<< Of course...>>\n\n\"I have plenty of money... 800 sound good for you?\" She crossed her arms.\n\nCalina knew how these people worked and she had plenty of money to spare. She didn't spend it on expensive goods, more of had enough to help support the town. Most of the money was for the town, not for herself."
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Yes... But it makes this one wonder why you would spend so much?\"\n\n*800 was more than he made in a month. It was too much to turn down, even if he was working for the guards. He never liked authority. Not since he was in Anequina during the war.*\n\n\"Tell Hassraska what he needs to do.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Simple job really, I just need you to head to Riften and sneak or break into the the guard captain's house or his personal quarters. I need some good info or dirt that will expose him, return the evidence to me and you'll get payed. I need some proof before I can make a warrant and put my next phase to have him rot in Dragonsreach's dungeon.\" She explained to him.\n\n\"I don't know much else, but I do know from a good gut feeling that he is a no good rat, that needs to be caged.\" She added.\n\nCalina needed to get somebody else to do the dirty work. She would be caught dead if she ventured into Riften and broke into somebody's house just to have a chance on getting info. Still, she had plenty of money due to her simple living and her not wanting to spend all of her money for herself but rather for the people of Whiterun. This in her mind was a good use for the money."
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Hrrmmm... Hassraska can help. But he requests one thing.\"\n\n*He removed his gigantic backpack, and rummaged through it. It looked like it was filled with treasures beyond anyones wildest imagination. But they were all fake. He removed a paper. It had an imperial wax seal.*\n\n\"This one came to Skyrim in... Custody. Perhaps you could sign this Pardon? Then Hassraska will help. He is the best in the business!\"\n\n*What business? Who knew.*"
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She looked at the bag.\n\"I'll put it in my own home, I got a nice spot where it won't be touched.\" She took the bag.\n\n\"There's nothing illegal in here? If you tell me now I won't arrest you. But I'll be damned if I am caught having illegal contraband in here.\" She asked the Khajiit."
},
{
"author": "Hassraska",
"message": "\"Nothing conventionally illegal... Sacrilegious maybe... No moon sugar or anything. Hassraska is clean.\"\n\n*All that was in it was fake jewelry and bits of \"Artifacts\". They looked real... But they weren't even close.*\n\n\"Hassraska will return in a week's time.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Very well, I am eager to await your success. Because, I feel like I have to play Aedric Chess with this bastard, he is always a step ahead.\" She mentioned.\n\nOnce he was gone, she would pick up the bag and keep it safely hidden in her home. Waiting for Hassraska to return. Hopefully he would come back with something.\n\n[Conclude?]"
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{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani just got done trading off the pelts and other animal parts to the owner of the Drunken Huntsman. This Bosmer had a distinct look to her. Khajiit like ears and a tail as well. \n\nIt was strange to see a Bosmer like her, some of the more bullheaded Nords thought she was a cross breed of a Khajiit and an elf, even though that would not be possible. Still, the Bosmer was proud to have the added parts in memory of her close friend, which was a way to forever remember and respect her.\n\nFor now, she had paid a visit to the city of Whiterun as it had plenty of game to hunt across the plains and it was a good source of income. The cool weather here was a welcome change over the colder and foggy woods of Falkreath."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*And most nords just didnt know what the hell she was. Soleil was sat in a corner, nibbling on something. Her hood was up, but her Antlers stuck through it, and her eyes glowed slightly. She'd never been to Whiterun, or anywhere but solitude. She took a carriage which was a strange experience for the driver, a Breton who actually knew what she was.*"
},
{
"author": "Kybar",
"message": "**Least strangely was Kybar, a large Khajiit, Cathay-Raht at least, who was also in the market to trade pelts for coin. He had didn't the last few days hunting large predators for their pelts and preparing the pelts for purchase. Most say that the meat of the sabre cats are inedible, but anything is possible if you don't want anything going to waste. He bartered with the elf at the counter and counted his coin before catching gaze of the two strange girls in the room with him. He thought he'd seen everything, but apparently not.**\n\n\"Pardons, but this one has noticed that you appear to be Tojay. Is this correct?\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh no, I am just a Bosmer. See in Valenwood, we have spinners. It is in our culture that if one were to show great commitment and legendary for the people of Valenwood. The Spinner can use magic to in a way, transform you. Most do antlers, I chose these two things.\" She pointed at her cat ears and her tail that waved slightly."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She tilted her head a little and stared at them. That's something she didn't know that she was just now hearing. But she didn't understand why you'd want antlers. They aren't very convenient. She stood and sort of timidly inched closer to them.*"
},
{
"author": "Kybar",
"message": "\"Ah, and what a choice it was. Elves do look much better with cat features. But what about the other one? Are you friends? Her ears perked up at the mention of horns.\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She looked over at the other person that was sitting away from them, her ears twitched a bit and she tilted her head as well.\n\n\"No, I didn't even notice her with us. But I can understand the mistake. We both look like a fish out of water... Or is there another saying..\" She began to question herself, tapping her finger onto her chin as was making sure the saying was \"Like a fish out of water or was it out of the water.\"\n\nFor now she was too distracted thinking about whether it was the saying or if she was wrong or had said it wrong."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She couldn't speak. Faun lacked vocal cords. She took a journal from her coat and wrote in it.\n\n\"Hello! What are your names?\"\n\nShe had strikingly good handwriting.*"
},
{
"author": "Kybar",
"message": "\"Not the talkative type, are you? It is no trouble. Call me Kybar; I'm sure you've heard the name at least once.\"\n\n**There he goes, talking about himself already. If no one else, be your own biggest fan, as they say.**"
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She looked over at the two and gave a slight bow,\n\n\"I am Kani... Pleasure to meet both of you at a place like this. I assume we are all hunters in a way, yes?\" She asked, looking around at the two. Her tail curled as she was happy to meet more people with a shared common interest.\n\nThe huntress would then gather her sum of gold that was neatly tied in a pouch and added it to her coin pouch."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She nodded. She then wrote down her name.\n\nSoleil.\n\nBut why was she even just writing in the first place? They likely wouldn't have known that she couldn't actually speak. But she was a hunter, in a way. An archer.*"
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{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She would smile at the two, it was nice to be in the presence of fellow adventurers, if they had their own way of exploring Skyrim's harsh lands. \n\n\"Well, how about we get a few drinks and share some tales, first round is on me if you are both interested.\" She shot the offer to the two.\n\nKani was very open to having a few drinks, though she often had a low alcohol tolerance and often got red in the face from just one pint of Nord Ale."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She nodded, but she had never actually drank before more than a few accidental sips of ale from a barrel on the ship.*"
},
{
"author": "Kybar",
"message": "\"It would be my pleasure. The mead here is especially sweet, which suits my palette perfectly. I'll cover the next round, if we're in good spirits by the end of the first.\""
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She found a place to sit and crossed her legs. She had cloven hooves... Almost like a deer. She removed her hood... With great effort, she had to unbutton it to get it off her antlers. She was a deer. A deer person of some kind. With long crimson hair and ears on the side of her head.*"
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{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Kani would smile, grabbing a seat as well as her tail curved around her so she wouldn't sit on her tail. It was a thing she had to get used to when she first had gotten it, but by now it was second nature for her. \n\n\nA bartender came over to the group."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"Ah... How can I help you... Fine folk?\" He asked for their orders. Crossing his arms as he began to study the three.\n\nNot that he didn't like their kind, but more of he was both curious and a bit puzzled. He was a Nord after all, so seeing an assortment of beastfolk and what seemed to be a halfbreed in a way was all sort of weird for him.\n\nBut he was trying his utmost to be respectful."
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "She would tap her chin and think about what she wanted to drink.\n\n\"I'll take a small Honningbrew Mead.\" She asked for her order.\n\nShe would then look at the two to see what they wanted to drink, or perhaps eat if they were a bit peckish."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She sort of panicked, taking her notepad and writing \"The same thing.\" On it. It looked a little sloppy but it got her point across.*"
},
{
"author": "Kybar",
"message": "\"This one will have a Honningbrew as well. As far as this one understands, it is the local specialty, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Yes it is a speciality around here in Whiterun, much prefer it over Blackbriar...\" She nodded."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The bartender nodded.\n\n\"Yeah what the... Khamer said...\" He agreed, trying to come up with a race from what he can tell from looking at Kani, she had some elven features but the ears and tail were a sight to behold.\n\n\"I'll grab your mugs.\" He nodded and walked off."
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "Once he walked off she rolled her eyes.\n\n\"Khamer? That's a first.\" She commented as she tapped her finger on the table.\n\n\"So, what brings all of you to Whiterun?\" She asked, trying to start up a conversation."
},
{
"author": "Soleil",
"message": "*She scrawled down in her journal.\n\n\"Adventure. I am with the Storied Envoy. I am from the Systres islands, but i have been to Elsweyr, Black Marsh and Hammerfell.\"\n\nShe leaned back in her chair making herself more comfortable.*"
},
{
"author": "Kybar",
"message": "\"This one is in town for hunting and trade. It is my hope that one of these days a chance for an exciting adventure will come up and I will be there to catch it.\""
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Kybar for some mysterious reason had gone and left, Kani would have to finish their drink for them."
},
{
"author": "Kani Jinru",
"message": "\"You ever get homesick?\" She asked, but she found odd that she didn't even speak. More of she wrote down her words on paper. Perhaps a neck injury, maybe she could only write but no speak? Kani wasn't one to judge, but in the back of her mind she was curious."
}
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The girl's tail, due to Clarisse being behind her, lightly bapped the other girl from time to time. Not a hard hit, but just a light bump of floof. She blinked a few times as she heard the sophisticated talk of stars. Now, one might be suspicious; how could a bard in a tavern know so much about stars? Then again, it could easily be dismissed as her hearing this from an astrologer or someone who spends their time looking at the heavens. \nAh, she heard it from a mage. That explains it! Though, Ja'Kaaava still pouted \"Hmph, should this one be jealous then~?\" She smirked soon enough after the pout"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse laughed every time she felt her friend's tail bap her, finding the fluffy nature of it somewhat ticklish. She realised now that bringing up things like that wasn't always the best idea, so made a note not to get into subjects she could go deeply into, at risk of forgetting her story about being a bard.\nShe tilted her head, frowning slightly. \"Oh? Well, that depends~ Do you feel like you _should_ be jealous that I've wooed people?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Thinking about it for a moment, she then began to giggle. \"Not sure! But, Ja'Kaaava won't be so easily wooed~\" She said as she leaned in a bit, not quite steady on her feet but still standing up without falling. \"Come! Come, the caravan is this way!\" She let out as she began to lead past the market towards the blacksmith. Guards gave her a weird look; not just because of her Khajiit ancestry, but also her behaviour. No doubt she was drunk"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse smirked at Ja'Kaaava as she spoke, shaking her head. \"Hm? Well, who's saying I was wooing you to begin with, hm?\"\nAs she leaned in, she moved her hands to try and stop her from falling, although it could easily be misinterpreted as her trying to hold her waist. She quickly returned her hands to her pockets once Ja'Kaaava told her to follow.\n\"Yeah- Got it.\"\nShe followed after her, glaring at the guards and holding her hand over her sword's hilt whenever she caught them looking at her friend weirdly."
}
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The elder Khajiit nodded as she agreed to the terms. \"You may stay with us, and of course food shall be provided...\" She then raised her hand, as if to stop speech from interrupting her. \"According to your effort. Do well, get fed well. Be light on your work, and this one will make your plate light. Fair, no?\"\n\nJa'Kaaava shook her head. \"Ja'Kaaava will be happy to share with a new friend! She cannot let you stay in the snow and rain, yes? Of course, the caravan has only a few tents, so this works!\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse found the terms the elder laid out to be perfectly acceptable. She had no intention of abandoning her duties, and would see to it that they had her full attention, just as they did when she was an Imperial Guard. It felt nice to get away from Whiterun's walls for once, especially surrounded by good company.\n\nShe smiled at Ja'Kaaava, her cheeks turning slightly red. \"Oh, that's wonderful then! I'll gladly share a tent with you, Ja'Kaaava.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The girl spotted the slight tint of red, but brushed it off thinking it was the alcohol. \"Wonderful! The caravan leaves tomorrow.. For now, you can teach this one some of the chords you know!\" She said, eager to learn how to play better, to make better music. It was always good to know how to liven up occasions. \"Then we celebrate and have fun before we sleep!\" She seemed really excited... These Khajiit did have a sort of ritual before bed."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Part of it was definitely alcohol, although, another part was the idea of sharing a tent with Ja'Kaaava. \"Oh, of course!\" She replied, then looked around for somewhere to sit and set up. She didn't quite know what she could and couldn't do as of now, given she'd barely spent an hour with the group. \"That sounds wonderful- May I sit?\" She asked, gesturing to the logs around their campfire."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Her mother nodded and motioned to the log, silently giving permission for Clarisse to sit. Ja'Kaaava raced off to her tent, rummaging around inside it as she soon came back with a lute. She sat down on the log, bouncing a bit up and down in her seat. \"Okay, this one is ready!\" She knew somewhat how to play the lute, but she felt that she could get better with the help of an expert. She strummed, plucked, and played through a song... Only pausing from time to time when her finger positions changed awkwardly"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "She sat down and took her lute from behind her back and set it on her lap. She happily watched Ja'Kaaava run off to get her lute, strumming somewhat as she waited. Once she returned, she happily watched her new friend strum along. She clapped, finding it enjoyable. \"Great! How long have you been practicing?\""
}
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She giggled at the slow-moving river comment, rolling her eyes. \"Still, gentle, always moving with purpose.\" She explained as she lightly took the lute, as if it was made of ice or glass. She figured she'd try a quick mimicry of the positions she had just witnessed. They were a little awkward, not what she was used to. Everyone had their way of playing and positioning after all.\nShe then looked up at Clarisse, smiling. Setting the lute down, she dug around in her bag. \"Would you.. Like some?\" She asked, getting a small bowl of moon sugar. This was how this band of Khajiit liked to end off the night. Just a bit, each evening."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "That giggle... Clarisse found it adorable. Ja'Kaava always seemed to have an air of innocence to her, something Clarisse admired. She watched as she took the lute and mimicked the positions the bard had just made, a smile passing over her face as she watched on. Her eyes followed the lute as the Khajiit looked through her bag, then returned to her companion as she spoke. She smirked, looking at the sugar. Sure, it was illegal... But the law hadn't done much for _her_ lately, so why should she obey all of it?\n\"I'd love to, Kaaava.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Damn right it was illegal, but that didn't stop this group from using it. It was an important part of their culture, after all; using it various treats and delicacies. She got to work, deciding to measure out the dosage of moonsugar in the form of little candies. She got to work molding and shaping, getting excited. She had no idea of the effects on those who were not khajiit, but she was sort of excited that se got to share this with someone.. Epsecially someone she trusted like Clarisse.\n\"Ready? Ja-Kaaava will take it with you, both at the same time.\""
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse had never really broken the law before, ignoring her incident in Cyrodiil. She was glad that Ja'Kaaava was accepting her into her culture, and... Trusting her? She didn't trust Ja'Kaaava yet, since she barely trusted anyone, but she'd likely be the first to earn it in a while. She watched her take the sugar and mould it, then held her hand out for the moon sugar candy.\n\"Mhm! Ready~\""
}
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{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse would take some time getting used to her friend, and trusting at all- Having been betrayed by the system she'd spent her whole life working for, she'd gained a few trust issues along the way. She popped the candy into her mouth and sucked on it until it dissolved completely, although she remained unaffected for the moment. \"Has it worked?\" She asked, her pupils starting to dilate."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She took the dosage of her own as she then looked at Clarisse. \"Takes a moment\" She said as she sucked on the candy. She seemed to wait in anticipation. She then began to giggle; nobody said anything funny, nobody did anything silly, but she was laughing! It felt good! Always felt good to take it. Now, she grew up with this stuff, so she did have a resistance... That still didn't keep the grin off her face. \"Seems like you're also going to start feeling it.\" The khajiit said, tapping beneath her own she to indicate what she meant"
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse creased her brow as she tried to anticipate what was going to happen to her, and then slowly began to giggle, just as Ja'Kaaava did. Her laughter became louder and louder, and a grin landed on her face. She fell to the floor and stared up at the clouds, laughing hysterically. She pointed upwards, and spoke loudly to Ja'Kaaava. \"Look! That one looks like a sheep!\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She laughed at the reaction the other girl was having, seeing her look up at the clouds. She shrugged and decided to flop next to her. The other Khajiit were having their fun as well, mostly in the form of singing and dancing as the evening waned. \n\n\"Ja'Kaaava thinks she sees you in the clouds too~\" She joked, speaking metaphorically in that sense. Her brain was fuzzy, and it was definitely a good feeling!"
}
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She grinned and snickered \"This one meant more heading back to the camp itself.. But she won't say no to taking you to the tent~\" She teased and soon began to lead the way.. Well, she took a moment to get her bearings first before heading in the direction. Her tail swayed lightly, light flicks as she was pleased."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse attempted to take hold of the Khajiit's hand, in an attempt to stay close to her. She was still rather high and didn't trust herself to walk properly. \"Tent it is, then...\"\nShe giggled under her breath, then followed the Khajiit back to the camp. This night was proving to be _quite_ memorable."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "Feeling the attempt at her hand, she slowed down. She didn't want to trudge ahead and leave her friend behind. What kind of person would she be? She held her hand softly, slowing down quite a bit now... Just.. Taking moment to feel the touch of the Imperial. \n\nShe soon looked up to where she was going, taking a moment to pick the right tent. She opened the flap, stepping aside. \"This one will go after you~\" She said as she exaggerated a bow"
}
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{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "The Khajiit heard the words of the girl with her, hearing that she was asking about her own tent. \"If you wish... But Ja'Kaaava is more than happy to share. Maybe not share bedroll, but tent is for both.\" She figured she'd sit on top of the bed roll, allowing Clarisse to be in it if she wishes. After all, she had at least some semblence of 'I should probably not freak this girl out'... Partly for Clarisse's sake, but partly for her own; She didn't want her getting panicked in the morning."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse frowned as Kaaava explained that they wouldn't share a bedroll, partially confused as to where she'd he sleeping, and partially upset that the girl didn't want to lay next to her. Of course, that was just the Sugar talking. If she had a straight head, she'd have figured out she was sleeping on top, and she wouldn't be so interested in sleeping with her.\n\"Hm... Alright! Thank you for tonight, Kaaava... Really.\"\nShe had a delirious smile on her face, and looked at the woman in front of her with dilated pupils. Tomorrow, she'd be back to her regular self."
},
{
"author": "Ja'Kaaava",
"message": "She was... Stunned to say the least. Thank her? Sure the sugar was a pick-me-up, but it was also highly illegal. Not to mention potentially addictive. She couldn't help but smile, leaning in as she then let out a soft purr. \"This one should be thanking you, Clarisse. For the trust, for the chatter, for the friendliness.\" Khajiit had a reputation pretty much anywhere you went. It was always nice, and it should always be cherished, when they someone gives you a chance."
},
{
"author": "Clarisse",
"message": "Clarisse was really thanking her for giving her a job, and for giving her a good night's company. It was rare for women to really want to talk to her, and the men... The men were just gross. They treated her like an object, and she hated it. She used to command loyalty and respect, and nobody would even dare to catcall her. At least Kaaava seemed to genuinely like her.\n\"You've given me no reason to be unfriendly or to distrust you, Kaaava. You've truly been wonderful.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dotty",
"message": "*As the three made their way to Whiterun, the scenery gradually transformed from a god and humid valley, to vibrant open fields teeming with wildlife. Elk ran in the vast distance and the city hold came into view. Along the roads leading up to the grand city, they came across small farms with families working the crops. Guards passed on horseback as they maintained the roads, offering light hearted salutes to the three as they passed. Amongst the bustling roads, Dotty remained unusually quiet since her struggle with the wolves from the night before. Along the road, she seemed to get swept into the recesses of her mind as her distant gaze showed moments of complete disassociation from what was going on around her. Though, as she noticed the castle of the city resting on the horizon, her green eyes seemed to return some life as they widened with excitement, and for the first time since last night, a gentle smile tugged at her lips. This was the very place she read about in the story books. A place so foreign when compared to her former life as an Innkeeper. And now, she finally got to see it with her own eyes.* \"Wow... It's so pretty..\" *She finally broke her silence as the group made their way up the main road, soon passing guard towers and walls that seemed to touch the sky, (in her eyes anyway). Before long, the group made their way to the main gate, where the guards opened the gates for them to allow entry.*"
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "He looked up. \n\"Nords have interesting views on construction...\" He commented.\n\nAerin had been to Whiterun before, while it was the icon in the fields, he still thought Imperial Cities were better looking... Though he could be homesick if anything."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She gave a shrug, she much prefered Solitude for Nord Cities. Even then, she had to agree to an extent. She found Imperial Cities more eye catching. Then again, Dotty was born and raised in a inn. I bet she doesn't even know what stonewalls looked like.\n\nIt was a shame she switched her ideas from Solitude to Winterhold of all places. Winterhold used to be a grand place until most of it was swallowed by the Collapse. \n\nWinterhold looked more like a barely lit ruin rather than a town or city."
},
{
"author": "Dotty",
"message": "Dotty's gaze wandered over the houses of Whiterun, their Nordic architecture indeed was a rather big contrast to the more Imperial cities she had read about in her books. She took in the stonewalls, the wooden beams, and the thatched roofs, marveling at the craftsmanship that went into their construction and comparing it all to the little sleepy town she was raised in. The city felt so alive, a vibrant hub of activity nestled in the heart of Skyrim.\n\nBut then, her attention was drawn to the iconic Dragon's Reach. Its towering presence seemed to watch over the city like some sort of inanimate God. The stories she had heard, the tales she heard seemed almost fantastical. Yet, in the midst of this bustling city, it felt like a relic of a bygone era.\n\n\"I've read somewhere that Dragon's Reach was made to capture dragons. Not sure if I believe any of that, but it's really cool nonetheless. It's like something out of a legend, isn't it?\" She marveled at the castle for a moment longer before joining the conversation.\n\n*The trio continued their approach through Whiterun and soon, they were at the marketplaces fixed in the lower district.*\n\n\"Should we.. Go inside the inn? I could use a rest.\""
}
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"I could use a bath, and get this armored clean. A nice bed will be nice.\" Aerin agreed.\n\nBy the journey, Aerin's armor had seen better days and he had not taken it off for a while. It would be nice to wear some casual clothing."
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "\"I'll get your room Dotty. Aerin I assume you can pay for your own.\" She crossed her arms."
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "\"Of course. I have the funds. We should make sure to stock up on warmer clothing for the Jounrey up North. Cloaks, potions, and fur tents should do us nice\" He added.\n\nAerin and Neyna were both ready to head in the inn."
},
{
"author": "Dotty",
"message": "*Dotty had, again, been lost in thought, her gaze lingering on the buildings and the bustling city of Whiterun. The offer of a room from Neyna, however, brought her back to the present. She bashfully brushed a strand of silver hair from her face, she replied. \"I have my own funds... It's not much, but a room shouldn't be that much more expensive than what we charged in Ivarstead. I'd hate to put you guys out. You already done so much for me!\"\n\nDotty smiled a smile of gratitude toward her companions. Despite the offer, Dotty still seemed to be reluctant to accept help or hand-me-outs.* \n\n\"If you two keep carrying me every step of the way, I won't be able to learn anything for myself\"\n\n*She quietly mentioned, more talking to herself towards the end. Nonetheless, she led the way to the inn. Once they entered, a woman spoke to the group.* `Welcome to The Bannered Mare! Feel free to sit wherever you like and someone will be with you shortly.` *They were immediately met with a lively and spirited atmosphere. The inn's interior was warm and inviting, the flickering light of numerous candles and hearth fires danced across wooden beams and polished tables, casting a golden glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the harmonious strumming of a bard's lute, its melodies weaving a tapestry of enchanting tunes. Patrons, both local and foreign, sat at sturdy wooden tables, sharing tales of their adventures over hearty meals and mugs of ale.*\n\n*Aerin and Neyna found themselves drawn to an empty table, the allure of a cozy fireside spot too inviting to resist. As they settled in, Dotty took a moment to appreciate the liveliness of the inn. The bard's music, the laughter of patrons, and the comforting aroma of freshly cooked meals. All seemed so foreign to her. Wilhelms little inn was never this busy.*"
}
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{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "The woman looked at him and gave him a nod.\n\n\"Regulus, good to see you. I'm hoping your journey here was not perilous.\" She asked.\n\nAfter getting his response, she would finish her conversation with her men.\n\n\"Keep up with the patrols, they might try to strike again. But we have the element of surprise for now.\" She gave a nod.\n\nThe five guards gave a nod before one of them gave a look to Regulus and they walked off.\n\n\"Could I talk to you more private? My office?\" She asked Regulus."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"The journey was fine.\" He says, nodding, \"Lead the way, lass.\" He whistles a tune as they walk to the office. A dunmer bumps into Reg as they walk, \"Oh, sorry, excuse me.\" He says. The dunmer nods, and keeps walking"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "Calina noticed something was off.\n\n\"Hey, it's past curfew. What's your business past these hours, infact... Who are you? Never heard of a Dunmer passing through our gates today...\" She called out, in a booming voice.\n\nShe wasn't taking any chances, and at this time it was odd for anyone besides guards to be out at this time."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You have a curfew?\" He asks with a chuckle, \"I guess Whiterun really is a bed of crime.\" He laughs, \"Do you seriously document everyone who comes in and out?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The Dunmer turns, \"I was heading home, if it really matters that much.\" He says with a slight indignant tone, \"Now if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go there.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Not now.\" She shot a look at Reg .\n\nCalina then gave a whistle."
},
{
"author": "Whiterun Guard",
"message": "Two guards soon approached the Dunmer."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"My apologies citizen, but per curfew you'll have to be escorted to your home. For your safety.\" She told the Dunmer."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Can't a guy have a laugh?\" He says with a smirk"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Ah to Oblivion with this.\" He says, a spell is cast and the Dunmer disappears into shadow"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Well that was... Somethin'. Suppose this means your boys'll be workin overtime?\""
},
{
"author": "Whiterun Guard",
"message": "\"Bah! He vanished!\" One of them said.\n\n\"We'll seal the gates ma'am and keep up with patrols!\" He shouted before they ran off to do a full sweep and clear of the city as well as be on alert. Hopefully his spell wouldn't last long."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She sighed.\n\n\"Check your pockets, didn't plant or steal anything did he?\" She asked Reg."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "He pats himself down, \"Nope, nothing out of the ordinary.\" He says, \"Everything I had is still on me, and nothing new appeared, either.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Well... To my office then... Hopefully we don't get interrupted.\" She told Regulus.\n\nShe then looked around.\n\n\"My office isn't safe, we'll have to move somewhere else. Follow me.\" She told Regulus.\n\nSoon, she would begin to speed wall, heading towards Dragon's Reach."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Oh come on.\" He says, speeding up, \"This is hell on my knees.\" He chuckles, \"You're doing this to punish me, aren't you.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She made no comments."
}
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{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "It was a calm evening at Whiterun, the sun peaked behind the distant mountains, and it was a windless cloudy sunset. The air was a bit colder, but nothing that most Nords or most people accustomed to the weather could handle, a thin coat could keep you warm at this time.\n\nAerin was making his away around the cobblestoned streets of Whiterun, he had recently did a job taking care of some theives causing some trouble near Whiterun, and had delt with them. For now, he had the money to spend a few nights here and continue his quest for finding his brother, whereever he was in Skyrim."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "The sun was setting, good time that meant for Sakura, who had come to sell off some of the game she had been hunting in her travels. Meant she could have time to take a proper look around the hold after she had got her supply run done. Entering the hold, and headed for the Bannered Mare, Sakura would hear her stomach grumble. \n\n\"Well, guess I could get a room, stay the night and get something in my belly, was hoping to catch a carriage to Riften, but I'd rather not do that with a grumbling tum...\"\n\nShe'd check her coin purse, lighter than she had hoped, she had game to sell, yes, but meant she'd have to eat lightly tonight. \n\n\"Serves me right spending so much time trying to get into one of those brass ruin places..\""
},
{
"author": "Aerin",
"message": "A homeless person had approached the man dressed in armor, a bug scruffy beard, but while cleaned and fed. It was clear he still had where to go.\n\nAerin approached the man, and gave him a handful of coins. More than likely enough for him to save up for some warmer clothes when winter hits. The old man thanked him and made his way towards the Belathor's store to purchase whatever he needed."
},
{
"author": "Sakura Silversun",
"message": "reaching the market circle, Sakura would sell her game at one of the stands before stretching a bit, a huge weight off her shoulders. She'd then walk to the mare and walk inside, she would buy arrows tomorrow on her way out, right now her stomach was demanding food."
}
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "The young, adventurous Bosmer was shopping in the market square. It was decently crowded with other citizens of the town and a handful of adventures looking to resupply on foods and supplies as well as trade off their loot from whatever they found it from.\n\nIsha had been hunting around the parts for a little while, managing to hunt a few elk and some wolves for their hides. Their hides sold pretty well which let her have some decent pocket money. The meat also sold for a fair price, letting her have a few more coins to spend.\n\nIsha now had plans to take some contracts, while it would be hard to try to find clients since she was near the home of the Companions. She had an idea to underprice them, being cheaper and way more effective. Whether it was to retrieve some stolen items from thives, clear out some bandits whom were causing problems or hunt a dangerous animal killing a farmer's livestock. Isha had many ideas and many plans. For now, she needed supplies for the many jobs that awaited her."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*Ronan had emerged from Arcadia's Cauldron, dressed in his usual elegant attire and hefting his backpack and carrying his trusted rapier on his hip. In his hands he held a quill pen and a rather smooth-looking piece of paper, on which he had written a list of errands and other business he had in Whiterun. Crossing off a line reading 'Visit Arcadia, Learn About Alchemy', he looked at the rest of his tasks: getting Adrianne to sharpen his rapier, purchasing a fresh tinderbox, stocking up on travel rations (as much as he loathed their lack of taste), and practicing some of his magic. Outside of Whiterun, of course- Ronan knew he wasn't a very good magician, and he didn't plan to set some poor guy's house on fire or get himself blown up. With that in mind, he started walking towards Warmaiden's to cross off the next thing he had to do, that being to keep Needle in tip-top shape.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "The Breton approaches the marketplace, in his quote-unquote casual attire, which is fairly formal looking, all things considered, though they look a bit worse for wear, but there was still that, nobleman aura around him as he walked. He's carrying a small coffer under his arm, with a gilded ebony axe tied to his hip. He wanders up to Carlotta's stand, \"Let Pelagio know my request still stands, he'll be paid, I'll be sure of it.\" He says, taking an apple and overpaying by quite a bit. Then continues wandering the marketplace"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Her pointy ears twitched when she heard the word offer. That sounded like income to her, the Bosmer stroked her chin for a bit before making her way towards the Breton is a rather sly way. Not making her presence known to him. She gave it more thought and knew it wouldn't hurt to ask.\n\n\"Excuse me Breton, but I've heard the word... Offer. To what are you offering?\" Isha turned and would have an arm crossed over her chest and her hand stroking her chin."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*Noticing and noting the fellow Breton- hard to miss him, based on his rather exquisite outfit, not too dissimilar to Ronan's own in its style- he continued to approach the smithy of Whiterun. Ah, Warmaiden's. Owned by Adrianne Avenicci and her husband Ulfberth, though from their limited interactions she had conveyed the impression of greater effort in the business, and quite a proficient craftswoman at that. And so, he walked to stand by her as she did her work, and made a quick exchange of words and coin.*\n\n\"I am aware that you are a skilled blacksmith, but please be careful with this blade. It means a lot to me.\" \n\n*With a quick motion he unsheathed the masterwork rapier from his side and, a bit gingerly, handed it to Adrianne to begin sharpening. Since it would take a few moments, he looked back at his list as he did a quick rundown of his tasks, just to make sure he had everything in order. Alchemy advice, routine maintenance, ration purchasing- it wouldn't take too long to sharpen his sword, so he chose patience- and what else... Ah, yes. The practice. Sometimes, Ronan wondered if there was more to his magical powers. As far as he was aware, they were inborn. But was it the working of the Divines, or perhaps just sheer luck? Or perhaps... Something else? It was good food for thought, and soon he had unintentionally begun to tune out the daily business occurring around him.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "He turns to the Bosmer, who he'd noticed when she was approaching, \"Are you a farmer?\" He asks, \"I'm preparing Fort Greymoor for the arrival of the rest of my Order, and we need food,\" He continues, \"As well as stone, lumber, overall supplies, and ebony. As well as some general workers.\" He sighs, \"I only have about a week, and only enough supplies to feed me and my apprentice. Hopefully when my reinforcements arrive we can get better supply.\" He says, \"I'd have no issue if there was a Fighter's Guild chapter here.\""
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"We'll I'm no farmer... I'm a hunter but I doubt I can keep up trying to feed a garrison of men. Soldiers eat a lot, they need a lot. To be frank, don't think I'll be fast enough to keep on putting Elk, rabbits,or Deer on the table.\" Isha pouted a bit, she never really had the idea of farming.\n\nHer only way to provide for food was hunting, but there was a fine line between hunting and going on a killing spree."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*Having gotten caught up in his own thoughts, it took a moment for Ronan to realize that someone was calling his name- Adrianne, to be specific. Shaking off his loss of focus, he quickly took back his sword and thanked her for her work, sliding Needle into its sheath and looking to the rest of the marketplace. Alchemy advice, check. Routine maintenance, check. Next up was getting some more rations, or some fresh food he could enjoy on the road. After eating primarily ship's biscuits, nuts, and dried meat, a bowl of hearty stew or grilled fish sounds almost divine, and indeed the thought of a good meal was like music to Ronan's ears. On that pleasant thought, he began walking over to the other stalls, intent on adding some variety to his diet, whether ripe fruits, crisp vegetables, or fresh game from the wilderness around Whiterun, anything not heavily dried or salted would be outstanding.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"I already have a drying rack set, as well as a salt barrel, right now we can't be picky.\" He tilts his head, \"What are your thoughts on Daedra?\" He asks in an investigative tone, now that you're paying attention you can see some of the embellishments on the coffer, specifically symbols of the Raven and the Rose, which appear often throughout the box, the material is also of interest, appearing to be made of bronze and ebony"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She gave a shrug.\n\n\"I don't dabble with Daedra worship if that's what your asking. I guess I don't hate them, but don't love them. I just mind my own bussniess. Keep away from those big statues or people who gather in the woods. My friend says it's never good to get with those people. They may act like your friends, but they're not.\" She gave her indifferent thought about the Daedra. In reality she would just pawn off anything of value, no questions asked. Though she was going to leave that part out.\n\n\"Now, if you want. You could hire me as your huntsman. I'll make sure to bring plenty of game and kill whatever is bothering you.\" Isha boasted."
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{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*Daedra... In stark contrast to the divine thoughts of a good meal, the Daedra were despicable beings, though he knew very little of them. Intriguing question for a stranger to ask, though perhaps it had to do with this knight's order, assuming he was a knight. Not too unlike the Vigilant of Stendarr, but from the sounds of it, they were faring somewhat better, at least in comparison to the Skyrim chapter. Perhaps his list of things to do could wait, he didn't mind a conversation, and it was quite nice to see Bretonic knights in this cold land. So, in the middle of his walk, he chose to slow his pace and greet the two.*\n\n\"Ah, hello there sir and madame! Sorry if I am interrupting anything, but I couldn't help but overhear that you are part of an order. A valorous knight, then?\" *Ronan said, smiling and looking towards Sir Belladabyth.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"That will have to work for now.\" He says flatly, \"Just know that if you're caught making any dealings with Daedra you will be dealt with.\" He says in a grim tone, \"I won't hire you for assassinations, that isn't how we do things. But we need food, and likely leather. You can sell the bones if you want, I'm sure somebody would want it for scrimshaw.\" It's hard to tell if he was making an attempt at a joke or was actually suggesting to sell the bones.\n\nHe looks at the Breton, \"There is no valor to be found in war.\" He says plainly, \"But indeed, I am a knight, a Battlelord with the Citadel of Ebonarm. We are dedicated to the god of war, Reymon Ebonarm.\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Yeah sure... You'll have my head if I have a stick blessed by the daedra. \n\" Isha rolled her eyes, she knew how they worked.\n\n\"Sounds like a deal, if you mark my map with wherever your base is. I'll be sure to bring plenty of hides and meat. I didn't mean assassinations by the way, I mean like dangerous beasts like Saber Tooths, Trolls, or Giants... Those guys.\" Isha clarified."
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{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"Ah, you know my family then? Yeah, Mordenaire's my dad, that old vintner. Now that you bring it up, I do remember at one point he hired a couple tough-looking people for personal safety, as well as helping me with... Well, unwanted property damage. In any case, lovely to meet you, Sir Belladabyth. Oh right, what about you, miss?\"\n\n*Ronan looked at Isha, still smiling a bit and curious to learn who he was speaking to. In his mind, the mention of his father- and the employment of mercenaries- reminded him of a particularly rough day that made his smile shrink. A time when he pushed a little too far, and he nearly set the house on fire. To make it worse, all he was trying to do was light a freaking candle. For another moment he wondered again about his father, and the strange way he looked at Ronan, the odd tone of his voice that he used only with him. He would have drifted off and tuned out again, had he not shaken his head a bit to regain his senses. There was still conversation to be had.*"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"I'm Isha... That's all you need to know. Thinking about working with this guy over here with his food problems.\" Isha would bluntly explain."
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "He nods, \"So I suppose you're the son then, I remember hearing stories about you.\" He says with a smirk, \"I hope you've got a better handle on your magic, now.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Well, it is good to meet you Isha. Your assistance is much appreciated.\""
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"Like-wise. Well Vincent if you are ready. Lead the way, if not I'll be around to travel back with you.\" Isha would offer a handshake towards the man, her hand smaller than his."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"I've been doing what I can, but it's still a pain. I mean, it's like giving a sword wielded by Tiber Septim himself to a little kid- even if it's strong, they aren't going to know how to use it, and they will probably get someone hurt in the process. Actually, would it be alright if I came with you both to this Citadel? It is an odd request, I know, but I would like to learn about your Order in greater detail, if it isn't problematic. I know we barely know each other, but I could do something to help out.\"\n\n*Ronan straightened his posture and clothing with a quick tug at his sleeves and coat. He knew that his question would likely be refused, seeing as for one, Belladabyth barely knew him aside from his history of volatile mishaps, and for two, he couldn't do too much to help out aside from various pieces of knowledge or cooking food. But beyond simple curiosity, he did have a genuine desire to learn about the world and find some form of adventure. And surely, being in the company of a Knight would mean hearing various exciting and unsettling stories, would it not? In spite of barely knowing each other, he was confident that he would at least get a chance, as was his nature as an optimist. Either way, there were still things to do.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"It would be no trouble, Castelle likely might need the help, too, if you don't mind working.\" He says, \"Now, both of you should know you will be expected to participate in drills, though they won't be happening until the Order sends some more people. They'll keep you in top shape for combat, should the need arise.\" He says, \"I'll take you both to the fort when you're ready.\""
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"No offense. But I don't need no soldier drills. I'm just here to keep you well fed and defend you as an outsider. I mean, does it look like I need your drills?\" Isha hesitated.\n\nIsha would lift her tunic a bit to show her stomach. It had some abs showing, and she was very well fit.\n\n\"I don't need to keep in shape, I'm already am in shape. Don't wanna have to show up to these drills like your soldier boys.\" Isha huffed, not really liking the idea of being around soldiers and acting like one."
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{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "\"That's great to hear! We should head there then in the mean time and clean up. And I'm Hyalan by the way. It's very nice to be travelling with you... Mirihil.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Likewise,\" She answered. \"Is that all our business in the market done with then? Pretty eager to get out of this armor.\""
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "\"Yes, let's be on our way. You can leas back to where you're staying.\""
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil nodded before pushing off the wall she'd been leaning against, starting to walk over to the Bannered Mare. People cleared out of her path as she walked on account of the blood splotched all over her armor. She awkwardly tried to apologize as she went on.\n\n\"So, what exactly's waiting for you in Dawnstar?\" She asked. Initially she hadn't wanted to pry, but curiosity had gotten the better of her."
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "As he followed closely behind he pondered a bit. What should be the harm in telling her. They are travelling together now. \n\n\"Well... The reasoning is quite personal but I don't mind answering your question if you don't mind answering mine after?\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "He had a question for her? Interesting, she thought. As far as she knew, she hadn't given him much to ask about. She was curious to hear what his question was, but as they approached the inn, it was clear that it would have to wait.\n\n\"You've got a deal. We're here though,\" She said with a short nod to the Bannered Mare, stopping in front of the stairs leading up to its doors. \"How about we continue this once we're both settled in?\""
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*He nods smiling at her as he walks through the inn doors*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She followed him in, welcoming the reprieve from the cold. While Hyalan sorted out the business of getting his own room, Mirihil went and got herself a bath. The next time he saw her she'd be sitting in the inn's common room, plate with a venison chop, grilled leeks, and a baked potato in front of her. She periodically took some swigs from a bottle of mead. It was clear that she was enjoying her meal. She was finally in some clean clothes too: a simple white, long-sleeved shirt with beige trousers, her hair still damp from the bath. \n\n\"Mphβthere you are,\" She said once she spotted Hyalan, covering her mouth as she spoke. \"Come on, take a seat.\""
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{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*Hyalan was visibly taken back by her appearance. She look familiar but the sudden change from her blood soaked armour to common clothes was a dramatic change for him to say the least. Yet he still couldn't help but note she looked... Nice. Hyalan would take a seat.*\n\n\"Enjoying your meal I see. Looking at the state of your armour you probably deserve a nice break such as this.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"My thoughts exactly. I'm always starving after a tough job like that,\" She answered with a small chuckle.\n\n\"So,\" She began as she started to cut herself another piece of venison, \"I'm curious. What was it you had wanted to ask me as part of our little deal?\""
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*Hyalan smiled* \n\n\"Well I think it's only fair I answer your question first since you asked.\"\n\n*He leaned in closer to her almost whispering his words.*\n\n\"I'm hunting Thalmor...\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Interesting,\" She said, hiding her surprise. Whiterun was neutral in the war, but she doubted the Thalmor cared. They likely had spies everywhere, and she assumed that a place that had recently undergone such an unexpected change of leadership might be of interest to them.\n\n\"You mean in general, or one in particular?\""
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"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "\"Anyone on them would do but I'm searching for one in particular, I was Thalmor myself once but before I left I head one of my 'colleagues' say they had business in Dawnstar. So that's where I'm headed.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Impressive. Didn't think the Thalmor would let a person leave their ranks alive,\" She answered, leaning forward a bit as she started focusing on her food a bit more.\n\n\"Bad news though. Think my fee might've just gone up.\" Her voice suddenly took a sullen tone. \"You've just made me guilty by association. If you fuck up and get caught, which is a very real possibility, I've got a target on my back for even being associated with you.\"\n\nHer eyes flitted up from her plate and practically shot through him. This revelation had made her less than happy, that much was clear."
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "\"I understand working with a former Thalmor is less than convenient but I never intended on staying with them. I just needed them get me to the embassy so I could be here in Skyrim. So I can find my true order I now serve. The Thalmor probably assume I'm dead by now.\"\n\n*Looking at her gaze he could tell this ruined her mood a bit and for that a clear expression of guilt would show on his face.*\n\n\"But I understand. You will be payed appropriately. More than I initially offered.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Good,\" She replied succinctly. \"And as a word of warning, I wouldn't count on them thinking you're dead. There are countless ways that magic can be used to keep tabs on people.\"\n\nFinally, she decided to somewhat change the subject. \"So, what was the question you had for me?\""
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{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "\"Why did you lend me your aide. I can tell this venture of mine is not convenient for you especially after finding out about my former occupation. For all you know when we first met I was a bandit. You had no cause to help but you did... Why?\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Mainly the coin,\" She answered nearly immediately, taking another bite of her food. \"I meanβthere were some moral concerns over leaving you to travel the road alone during the start of... Significant world events, as it were. Like you said, not the safest idea.\"\n\nMeal mostly finished, she grabbed her mead and leaned back to wash it all down with a couple good swigs. \"Not exactly a Nirn-shattering, I know, but I hope it's satisfactory.\""
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*He chuckled* \n\n\"I'm sure the coin had a part to play but I think you as a person had a bigger part to play than you think. Despite your occupation I think you are a optimistic, moral person deep down. But that's what I think at least. \n\n*He stands up from his chair.*\n\n\"I'm going to check if my list of supplies have been gathered. We leave whenever you are ready.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Fair assessment overall, I'd say. Though I like to think it's not hidden deep down,\" She said. \n\nOnce he announced his departure, she gave a decisive nod and finished off her bottle of mead before retreating to her room. She'd do some reading then head to sleep, and then they'd depart at dawn as planned."
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{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Fredas in Whiterun meant two things for Shei - the weekend was full of sleeping in, and that now, he had to get cracking on gathering wood for the mead hall's pit before the day turned to night. Food and drink would be the main focus of the Companions tonight, as the Circle goes off to do whatever esteemed activities they usually did at late hours. The city orc seemed to be getting a good grip onto things now as a Whelp, and he was beginning to look more like a Shield-Brother too - ever since a bear swiped across his face, some of the Nords gave him more respect. Crumbs of it, but it was enough for a bard.\n\nThe green one had spent a while already going up and down the steps, through the market, loading and unloading what firewood he could carry into the meadhall. This stack ahead would be the last - one more firelog to split would be enough for tonight. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Shei held his axe and stretched his back, looking at how business in the square was doing. He hoped he'd have time before Arcadia's Cauldron closed to restock on smoking herbs."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*A young man was standing in the market square as well, holding a quill pen and a leather-bound journal. He was speaking to one of the locals, occasionally pausing to write something down in his journal. After a few moments of more conversation and more writing, the local departed suddenly, and the young man was left sighing with a somewhat dejected expression on his face. But, he shook it off quite quickly, and returned to looking around the market, tapping the feather of the quill pen to his chin. He seemed to be sizing up the locals, or at least looking at them up and down. But the rather classy jacket and the rest of his outfit implied he wasn't a thief at all. He looked too naive to be a criminal. Still, he carried a fine looking rapier at his hip, sheathed in reddish leather.*"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Noticing a reflective glint of a handle, Shei noticed when the standing Breton shifted his gait, scribbling away at a notebook of sorts. By his focused expression and perhaps subtle look of dissapointment, the orc pondered if the man was a criticist, writing the pros and cons of marketplaces, or even of Whiterun in itself. Perhaps the man merely liked writing as a creative outlet. Whatever it was, the rapier at his side had quality, and the fellow looked as though through his life thus far, had experience in venturing about. \n\nFocusing on his task, Shei lifted his axe and cut the last chunk from the wide log down. He shimmied his woodcutter's ax along his belt, carrying seven decent chunks beside the General Goods shop before getting a better grip on them as he walked through the marketplace. He could have sworn he felt something small crawling up his sleeve - a small spider must have been living in the wood's bark. He'd have to pat himself before stepping in the hall, as some of the Shield-Siblings had a fear of bugs. \n\nThe writer was immersed within his journal, so as Shei happened to walk closer, he had conflicting itches of how to socialize - the artist side of the orc wanted to say \"Here on sabbatical?\", but the *Companion side* Wanted to pull out the ol' reliable \"I see that blade, are you an adventurer? The Companions are always looking for brave folk like yourself!\" But all the while, the man looked as if maybe he'd prefer little distraction as he moved his quill through a page. It led Shei to socially hover for a few seconds, few too long, unfortunately cursed with a Resting Brute Face when in thought, and unfortunately in fur-pelted garb that did not make his passions clear."
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha was returning from the tavern. Getting supper for the night.\n\nThe Bosmer had been making trips around the plains and the northern areas hunting all sorts of game. Her coin pouch was full, from all of her hard work as of late.\n\nStill, she felt a bit lonely. She had bumped into a few travelers here and there. But she was starting to miss her good friend, Frogar.\n\nShe hadn't seen him for a long while...\n\nShe knew him well, a man who loved the thrill of danger and adventure. She saved his life, and he saved hers plenty of times. Despite their falling out... She did care for him. He had plenty of troubles, and when it came to his family it was the most challenging trial for him. To deal with his mother's hatred and his sister's disappointment. He was a kind hearted man, coming from a family of stubborn Nords that couldn't see the both sides of the war.\n\n\nIn truth, she kept around Whiterun for Frogar... Skyrim was a big place. Frogar liked to explore all regions... But he always liked to visit Whiterun for the Honey Mead. She had hoped she would see him walk through those gates again. After all of this time... She had built up the confidence to truly reveal how she felt about him.\n\nHe was brash, a bit of a fool. But with how dangerous and short life is in Skyrim. She did love him, she wanted to be at his side and eventually try to help him deal with his family issues. But out of all of the people she had met in her life, he was the only one that made her heart skip a beat, head over heels... Love."
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*The Breton had been in the middle of scribbling into his journal when he noticed the orc approaching him, and whether it was his visible brawn or intimidating visage, the stranger made him a bit nervous. His voice was slightly shaky, and his hands became a bit unsteady. He almost started to shrink into his jacket.*\n\n\"Oh, uh... Could I assist you, Orc? I'm just... Researching local history here, no need to... Look at me like that.\""
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The green whelp blinked, shaking his stare off with a grimace before adjusting his grip on the firewood. \n\"Forgive me, friend - my brain's nothing but muddled sap as the weekends creep near. I saw you writing and grew curious, is all.\"\nThe orc awkwardly chuckled, trying to assure the man he meant no harm.\n\"Research! Are you working on a book, by chance? Or is it a project you find yourself doing due to personal passion?\""
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"Oh, a mix of both, actually. I've got the passion to become a writer, and currently I'm studying Whiterun's history and customs, among other things. Not much luck besides the more widely known. Oh, my name is Ronan. Ronan Peryne. You?\""
}
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha made her way down the cobbled stone road, the lanterns and torches lighting up the streets. She saw ahead of her an Orc and a man talking over some books. Strangely, she rarely saw Orcs in Whiterun. Well until the recent drama with the Jarl being overthrown by an Orc. She wasn't a native to Whiterun, thus didn't have much care for it. \n\nShe just was curious how the rest of Skyrim would react to such a thing.\n\nStill, she was going to walk past them, when one of her pelts dropped from her bag. A simple pelt of a rabbit, one she should have stored much better. Isha didn't notice this but kept on walking,."
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"I'm Shei-Lah Crei - Shei for short. *Ronan Peryne*, huh? I'll be looking for the book with that name when you finish your ventures through Whiterun's culture. Anything in particular you've found to be interesting? The art of gossip here is niche. Not nuanced in the slightest, but who am I to judge?\"\n\nThe orc did his best to shove the pile he carried into one arm, planning to shake Ronan's hand. \n\nHowever, a Bosmer lass passing by dropped a pelt on the marketplace grounds, right in Shei's line of sight. She didn't notice, and continued on her way. Pursing his lips around his tusks, Shei tried to call attention her way with a whistle, as he walked over to grab it.\n\n\"Oh, one moment- You, fair lady - A pelt fell from your side!\"\n\nSqueezing his left arm around the wood he held as if it were a prized pig, he pinched the fallen fur and picked it up with his free hand."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "The Bosmer looked back and saw the Orc hold up a pelt of a rabbit. How foolish she was to leave it behind and not properly secure it.\n\nIsha gave a small smile as she walked over to the Orc and would take it from his hands. Grabbing the soft pelt, the black eyed Bosmer would then properly tuck it into her back.\n\n\"Thank you Orsimer.\" She nodded and gave a toothy smile to the Orc.\n\n\"Gotta learn to keep my stuff more secure, otherwise I would be making it back to Valenwood with an empty pack.\" She added with a small chuckle as she looked over to the man with a few books in his hands. Acknowledging his presence."
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Yes, but where would be best to recruit? I heard news of something happening in Whiterun, so I am uncertain of recruitment there. Then again, perhaps we could enlist aid from the Companions' members.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Keep an eye for formidable warriors. We don't have the benefit of the Fighter's Guild here.\" He looks puzzled, \"Perhaps the Companions, but I've heard odd rumors about them, we should keep our distance for now. Mercenaries will likely be where we pull from.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. I've heard strange things of them. I'll keep an eye out for any able bodied folk, but for now, what is there to do for missions or work around the fort?\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Ravens could use feeding, roses tending...\" He says, \"Work on the walls is slow going, will need to get more building stone soon.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Hmm, couldn't hurt to give the crows some food. It's better than waiting around with nothing to keep me occupied. Almost a shame that things have been so quiet around here lately, but at least I got some excitement with those Falmer. Met a couple curious folks too, one with some sort of brass plates on his body.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"They're ravens. Not crows. You sound like an initiate.\" He says, correcting Nothwulf, \"Brass plates on his body... Like armor? Or something else?\""
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"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"You could probably call it that but, it was more like his skin *Was* Brass plating. Everything below about here looked like it was metal and not flesh.\"\n\n*To further convey what he meant, Nothwulf straightened a hand and held it against the base of his neck, before moving it downward.*"
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "*He was off in the corner, practicing his blade sharpening routine. It's something he picked up in the Blades. He meticulously kept his swords in pristine condition.*\n\n\"A second Clockwork Apostle? Never thought I'd see another one.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Seems Skyrim is full of surprises.\" He says, \"Those were Sotha Sil's worshipers, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"He certainly seemed eccentric. Fiddled with the old Dwemer contraptions like he made them. I'm not entirely familiar with these Clockwork Apostles, but I know vaguely who Sotha Sil is. A god of machinery and mages.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"There's another in Markarth. Worked with him when the Forsworn were a big problem. He's an old Telvanni... Over 1000 years old. Don't know why they're popping up here. Morrowind probably isn't safe though.\"\n\n*He looked at the edge of his blade. Perfect.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Morrowind's unsafe, Cyrodiil is a bed of Thalmor activity, only other place that'd be safe is Hammerfell.\" He says, \"Didn't think many Apostles would leave the Clockwork City.\""
}
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{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"The one in Markarth works for the Jarl. Never seen this other one though. I do have some news from there though. A lot of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Let's hear it then,\" He says, \"I hope it's good, at least. Haven't been getting a lot of good news, lately.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, I heard from a traveler or two on my way back here that *Something* Had happened in Markarth, but not what.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"They killed the forsworn king. Madanach. With some big ass robot. \"The Imperfect...\" Then on the way back... Something happened... In me...\"\n\n*He stared at his hand. It sparked blue for a split second. But the Shehai wouldn't form.*\n\n\"That.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "His eyebrows raise in surprise, \"Could it be... Shehai?\" He asks, he's heard legends of the Sword-Saints, but nobody has seen one in several eras"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf looked a little surprised as well, but also intrigued.*\n\n\"Shehai... Spirit swords. I've heard tales of them. Never thought they even existed, at least not for a long time.\""
},
{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"It isnt the first time. At Rihad... During the war... I used it in full... Used it to cut a man in half back in Markarth. But i cant control it, it just shows up when it wants to.\"\n\n*He sighed.*\n\n\"I'd like to control it. As Sai Sahan did.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"If my, albeit limited, knowledge is to be believed it requires a deep love or dedication to something. Other than that they often manifest in times of great stress.\""
}
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{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"It's always something to do. Same shit over and over again.\"\n\n*He turned facing the door.*\n\n\"I think I'll take my leave. Bored sitting here anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"It may be boring, but at least it's peaceful. This peace is what all warriors strive for, no?\" He says with a chuckle, \"I'm still working on getting us more resources, since High Rock is holding out on us.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"I couldn't agree more, Battlelord. Sometimes, peace can only be earned through strength. Though I must say I've been feeling... Odd, since last I rested on my return from the Reach. Could just be odd dreams, or my body adjusting to less comfortable circumstances. Bedrolls are quite different from the sleeping quarters here.\""
}
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{
"author": "Achel At-Sahan",
"message": "\"Going to... Hmm... Going to dawnstar i think. Maybe solitude. Dont plan on being back too soon.\"\n\n*He took nothing but what he had on him and left. He wasn't the type to prepare. He always made do.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"While you're out there, maybe you can scout for a safehouse location. We should get some set up around Skyrim as our numbers increase.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. One way or another, the fight will eventually come to our gates, and we need to prepare for the worst. Still... I wonder if my recent dreams mean anything. Maybe, maybe...\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Dreams can mean many things. Could be prophetic, could be symbolic, or even nonsense.\" He says, \"Hard to tell without analysing it, or when the dream comes true.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Yeah, that's how it tends to be, even with actual prophecy. Vague, impossible to figure out until things come to pass. I can still remember it somewhat... Foreign looking vessels landing on the shores of somewhere frigid. Black robed and golden armored figures disembarking... Beyond that, not much else. Much of it is hazy.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Visions of a possible invasion force? Sounds like Thalmor.\" He says, \"An odd dream.\" He sighs, \"Keep it in the back of your mind, do not linger on it. Current events are more important right now.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Thalmor are the only sort that come to mind wearing black robes or golden armor. Could be those Seducer daedra, but they don't come from the sea. But nevertheless, you are right. The war is here and now, and dreams are just dreams.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Indeed. Premonitions or not, we should focus on Skyrim's current problems.\" He says. He walks over to the roses and begins pruning them, removing dying parts of the bush"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*Nothwulf walked over beside Vincent, looking over the rose bushes with a smile.*\n\n\"I see the roses are growing alright. I was never one for gardening, but they're still beautiful flowers. Anyways, is there anything else I could aid with around the fort?\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"You could take up wall duty for the night.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Gods know I need a break from it.\" He walks over to another bush, doing much of the same, \"Or you could head into town and try to get more bodies in here. A proper blacksmith would be good.\""
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"To be honest, I haven't got the foggiest idea where you can get ebony in Skyrim. Chances are its heavily guarded, it's hidden from Skyrim at large, or both.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"I know there's ebony in Skyrim, it's one of the few places it can be found reliably.\" He says, \"Hiring a prospector wouldn't be a good idea, though. They're likely take the location and run, start up their own mine or sell it off to a higher bidder.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Hmm... Perhaps I could put up notices in Whiterun to show that we are looking for a blacksmith, or other able folk? If not, then I'll go on and ready myself for a long night on the wall.\""
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Recruiting can wait, methinks.\" He says, \"I'm just looking forward to a day where I'm not on wall duty.\" He chuckles"
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Well, you're free to help yourself to some of my personal mead stores. Honningbrew Meadery is quite high quality, and I feel much better drinking Honningbrew than drinking Black-Briar. Heard nasty rumors about the family and its mead. Feel free, there's plenty and I can always get more. I won't be drinking while I'm on wall duty anyways, ha!\""
}
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{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"I prefer wine,\" He says, \"Yes I've heard about the Black-Briars, akin to a crime family, based on the rumors.\" He sighs, \"Just like High Rock.\""
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye. Just like High Rock. At least in Jehanna, there's no shortage of decent, hard-working folks. But alright, maybe some other time. Now, I should go and get myself a bit of rest before the night watch. One of these days, I ought to start practicing more with a bow, or even a crossbow. It'd certainly help. But anyways, I'll speak to you later. Good day, Battlelord.\"\n\n*Nothwulf began walking off in the direction of the fort proper, eager to get a moment of respite following the day of travel, his unusual dream, and his encounters in the Dwemer ruin.*"
},
{
"author": "Vincent Belladabyth",
"message": "\"Yes, get some rest. I'll be here tending to things, thankfully nobody is foolish enough to attack here during the day.\" He says, \"At least usually.\""
}
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{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "While it was decently quiet in the tavern, the sound of the entrance opening would turn a few heads. A man in... A unique set of armor would have some trouble getting himself through the door, but with some effort be squeezed his helmet through the door. Scratching the frame a bit.\n\nSome of the patrons began to whisper, I mean who wouldn't when a man who had such a odd helmet design walk in. The burly knight stomped around, each step could be heard. He had a greatsword resting on his shoulder and a small round shield with a fine spike in the other. The knight looked around for a place to sit and found a lone bench. Siegwind was hungry from the long knight of clearing the roads from bandits. There was so many gangs taking advantage of the lack of guard patrols. Siegwind was doing his best to make sure the roads were passable. Now, the man only wanted a tasty soup and a mug filled with mead."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "After a minute or so an Imperial in armored robes walks in, mace fastened and shield slung at his side, he walks over to the firepit and takes a seat at the bench, sitting next to the man in rotund armor. He removes a book from his satchel and begins reading, he's a little under halfway through it"
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "The knight turned to the man and gave a nod.\n\nSoon enough a barmaid would come over.\n\n\"What can I get you two?\" She asked.\n\n\"I'll have your best soup, whatever you think is best. Then I'll have a mug of Honningbrew Mead please.\" The man asked, his voice was boomful.\n\nHe then would turn to the man next to him. Intrested in what he was going to order."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Do you have any Colovian Brandy? I'd love a cup of that right now.\" He asks, it's been a long day for him and brandy would be just the thing to raise his spirits"
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{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "The barmaid would give a nod and walk off.\n\nThe knight would then turn to the man.\n\"Ah. Colovian Brandy? It's been a while since I've had a taste for that... I've had forgotten it even existed.\" He gave a boastful chuckle before tapping his fingers.\n\n\"Where are my manners?\" Siegwind had a small gasp, almost as he was disappointed in himself.\n\n\"I am Siegwind Catirina. It is a pleasure to meet thee.\" He gave his name."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"It helps keep the edge off. And I prefer the flavor over mead.\" He says, he looks up from his book, \"I am Larios Carius,\" He says, \"What brings you to Rorikstead?\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"It's is good to be of your acquaintance Larios.\" He gave a nod.\n\n\"I am simply here to make sure the roads are a bit safer. The guards that bear the symbol of Whiterun are too busy trying to keep watch for... Whatever side wants to get to them first. I've been going around dealing with small groups of brigands that believe murdering the innocent and stealing what isn't theirs is the only way of life. It ain't easy... Quiet trinity actually. Feels like I'm fighting an endless battle, but I'll keep pushing eventually.\" Siegwind explained.\n\nSiegwind had recently cleared a camp of bandits Northwest of this village. They were small in numbers but were causing trouble for nearby merchants or travelers seeking to pass by the main road. Siegwind had dealt with a few while the others fled from the scene."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I encountered a knight like you not too long ago, donned in Ebony, the other Vigilants don't like him for some reason, probably something like a territory dispute. I swear some vigilants treat this like we're a gang.\" He says with a sigh, \"I respect what you're doing, though. If you ever need a blessing, healing, or just another person on the road let me know.\" He says, \"I've done enough rites of Arkay for deceased people on the roads to last me a lifetime.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"I thank you friend. It's always good to have more than the Divines watch your back. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day... I've gotten word of a camp and a very angry giant. Brigands I can handle but Giants actually give me a run for my septims, some of them can be nice but others seem like they would rather stomp throw rocks at travelers just trying to get home.\" Siegwand explained.\n\nSoon enough the bartender came by with foamy mug and a glass of the brandy for the other one\n\n\"Still working on the soup, won't be long.\" She told the Onion Knight.\n\n\"Not a problem dear, here. For your services and for the order.\"\n\nSiegwind would search for his coin pouch and pull out the heavy satchel that was tied tightly to the knight. He would count a good amount of coins and drop it into the cupped hands of the barmaid.\n\n\"The rest of the change is for you, it should cover my drinks, soup and his glass.\" He told the woman.\n\nThe woman was a bit struck of how much he gave, it seemed most of it would be for her.\n\n\"T-thank you.\" She gave a nod and walked off."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Divines bless your kind heart,\" He says to Siegwind, \"Giants can be messy. Best thing to do is keep your distance, and use range to your advantage. Gotta be constantly on retreat, get to close and they can kill you quickly. Thankfully I rarely have to deal with them, to my knowledge they don't revere any Daedra.\" He sighs with relief, \"I'd hate to see what a Prince could do to a giant.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Range isn't my specialty. I have dealt with giants before. It's best to get in close and be aggressive. We're small than them, running between their legs and going for the heels is a good way to bring then into their knees. It's about being quick and percise... Though I've had a few close calls. I got picked up once but with quick thinking I cut his hand before he threw me like a stone, even my armor wouldn't have saved me. Hahaha!\" Siegwind laughed.\n\nHe would then remove his helmet. It took a bit to get off but with a good twist he would take off his helmet. He then would raise a glass to Larios.\n\n\"To your dedication, my valor! Long shine the divines! Hahaha!\" He toasted to Larios and drank some of his mead."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"That's a risky tactic. I pray you know what you're doing, because that can very easily get you killed.\" He says, \"I prefer using magic at a distance, even if it just pisses them off at least they can't stomp me to death at long range.\" He says with a laugh\n\nHe raises his glass, \"To a long and eventful life!\", he says, take a long savored sip of brandy"
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Hmm,\" He thinks for a moment, \"I believe I remember hearing about that, word gets around, especially about odd happenings.\" He says, \"I don't feel the comradery of a lot of the others. Probably my lack of zeal and righteous fury. I take a more peaceful approach. 'Oh you're letting the gray skins get away with it', 'oh they're playing you for a fool', 'the only cure they deserve is death'. It's annoying.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"I've met a Dunmer once... He had a funny hat. He and I talked a lot about Azura... One of those gods... From what I heard she doesn't sound all that bad. I wouldn't worship her... But she doesn't sound evil like the rest of them. Some people look at things with tinted goggles. The only way is the right way... There is ley way or an expanded door. It's one, small, and very stubborn door. Your group means well, there are some foul daedric gods out there with foul followers kneeling before their feet. Yet... Not all of them deserve death... They need someone to take those goggles off... Help them... Guide them... Sometimes a sword isn't always the answer.\" Siegwind gave his thoughts."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Most other Vigilants would laugh at you, or call you a heretic. Heck some might even try to put you to the sword!\" He says with a laugh, \"I'm hoping to be the one without the goggles, but it's really hard when the Vigilants recruit from within the Silver Hand.\" He scoffs, \"Those damn bastards are little more than bandits.\" He says, \"Killing indiscriminately with little thought as to what the person there could be going through. I give it as much thought as I can, if I truly believe the person I am facing requires death. And if I believe they do I give them the honor of proper funeral rites.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"I've had to slay a few Silver Hand. It was some time ago, a cold night. I was simply wandering the main road to Solitude, I've had taken interest into one of their brews that only seemed to be served there, but that's besides the point. A woman came running out of the woods, her clothes in tatters and barely covering herself. I gave her a blanket, I presumed she was fleeing from bandits. But there were not, men dawned in armor and wielding silver blades soon came after her.\n\nThey demanded I hand her over. Saying she was a werewolf, which was true. However, the woman said she lived alone. Far from any civilized areas so she could be left alone and not harm anyone when she had the unfortunate time to turn. They didn't care, they saw her nothing more than an animal to be put down. I however now a liar, she was not lying. The fear in her eyes, the tears were all real. She didn't want to die and she didn't want to hurt anyone. Not willingly anyways...\n\nWith no other choice, I would not stand idlely by while they dragged her away or if they planned to cut her down there. I stood my ground and defended the Redguard. It was a tough fight, some of them tried to go for the girl but they mistaked my will to protect those I deem worth protecting. I had to kill them all, despite many times I've offered them to yield and run back to their fort. They wanted to butcher than woman so badly... They were willing to die... It made me sick in my stomach... That people are willing to go to that level of hatred.\" He told a tale.\n\nThere was a bit of silence.\n\n\"But the woman is doing well and has been doing extensive research on curing her disease. I didn't think such a thing was possible but she is hard at work trying to get rid of the danger that plagues her. She however offered me a promise that I must' keep.\" He added."
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Just because they're afflicted by their condition does not mean they wish to have it. I would eagerly join any cause that seeks out a *Cure* To it. For *That* Is what I believe Stendarr would wish me to do.\" He says, \"I do not weep at the loss of members of the Silver Hand. They take advantage of the Vigilants to get their sick kicks killing those who wish only to live their lives.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He didn't have much words to add.\n\n\"But now is not the time to dwell on the incourances of our lives. We are here and now. Time for us to enjoy our lives as much as we can, enjoy this night for there eventually will not be another.\" He raised his mug and drank.\n\nSiegwind would then begin eating his soup, now it tasted good with the extra onions. He kept on eating and eating, it was clear he was quiet hungry."
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Cheers to that.\" He says, raising his glass and taking another sip of brandy"
}
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{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*It was a calm but cloudy afternoon in the small village of Rorikstead, with the locals milling about and living their lives, manning shops or tilling the fields. The cornerstone of the village, the Frostfruit Inn, was experiencing business as usual for the most part- a few exhausted locals and weary travelers stopping for rest, ale, or a bite to eat.* \n\n*One such traveler was a Nord, fair-haired and quite large even by Nord standards, dressed in a simple tunic and wearing a cloak, the hood of which was pulled down, revealing a smooth face and short golden hair complemented by a thick beard. He was laughing and conversing with some of the other patrons, smiling and enjoying himself with one arm resting on the bar counter, and the other holding a half-full tankard.*"
},
{
"author": "Trisha Von Kameron",
"message": "Inside the inn, music filled it's walls. A woman, short black hair, wearing a rather peculiar outfit was by the middle fireplace playing a soothing tune, one that seemed to be sorrowful yet... Hopefully in a way. It was well played and more than likely was a song he never heard before... If he was one to listen to bard music."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "*The Nord visibly paid some mind to the music, looking over to the young woman playing it and smiled softly. He gave a silent nod of acknowledgement and turned back to one of the other patrons, continuing his conversation a bit. With a quick swig of the remaining ale in the tankard, he took out a handful of septims from his pocket and placed them on the counter. In turn, the innkeeper took the tankard from the Nord's hand with a nod, filled it with the contents of a bottle of mead, and handed it back to him. Honningbrew Mead, judging by the label on the bottle. Giving a simple thanks, he looked back over to the young woman by the fire, seeming a bit curious and walking over.*\n\n\"Say lass, you're not a bad bard. What sort of song is that?\""
},
{
"author": "Trisha Von Kameron",
"message": "She would be finished playing, getting some more gold coins tossed into her mug filled with coins.\n\n\"Hm? Or that? It was a song I made for a friend I met on my travels, I call it the Rejected Onion. It's a weird name for a song... But there's a long story behind it. One I do not have time to tell.\" She gave a rather vague explanation to her song."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Aye, that is a weird name. Though I have heard weirder songs that don't sound as pleasant as yours. Shor's beard, I played some myself when I was a bit younger. What's your story, miss?\"\n\n*He took a sip of mead from his tankard and pulled up a stool from the bar, sitting by the fire as he looked at her expectantly.*"
},
{
"author": "Trisha Von Kameron",
"message": "\"I'm glad you've asked. I am Trisha Von Kameron... Of the Kameron Family of course. A family you may or may not know.\" She let off a sort of scoffed chuckle. \n\n\n\"I am part of a power family in High Rock, but wanted to become a bard here in Skyrim, I say it's better than trying to run the family business.\" She added."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Hmm... Not very familiar, only heard the surname in passing. But music is truly special, it's an honorable lifestyle if you show it respect. There's plenty of milk drinkers who make everyone else look bad. I'm sure you know how it is.\"\n\n*He shrugged and took another sip of the mead, smiling. Evidently he was enjoying this conversation so far.*\n\n\"I am Nothwulf Heavy-Hand, its been some time since I've had a fine drink with the good people here. I'm a knight, you see.\""
},
{
"author": "Trisha Von Kameron",
"message": "\"A knight? How interesting.\" She would check out his armor.\n\n\"Well if must know, my family runs one of the best wine business in High Rock. You might see a few bottles of Kameron Wine here and there in Skyrim. We rarely import here. But you're more of a fighter... We also run our own mercenary group. The Swords of Kameron are well trained warriors... Bodyguards mostly.\" She would again have a small laugh when she talked about her family."
},
{
"author": "Nothwulf Heavy-Hand",
"message": "\"Quite a large family then. I'm actually from Jehanna, right over the Druadach mountains. My family was quite famous here once, but that was a long time ago. Not much to our name, but we're still here, and we've got ground beneath our feet and roofs above our heads, so we've got to be doing somethin' right.\"\n\n*Nothwulf looked into the fireplace, staring at the flames and listening to the wood crackle.*\n\n\"I see the benefits of wealth and influence, but I find modesty and challenge far more satisfying and charming.\""
}
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{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo stroked and scratched his face and goatee, giving the barmaiden eye contact*\n\n**\"Heh, Give any mead of your choice... Add in some fine cheese if you will..\"**\n\n*The Khajiit spoke politely, giving her a head bow.*"
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The barmaiden nodded.\n\n\"Alright my furry friend, I think I'll have something you'll like. Be back soon...\" She waved to him before walking off."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha tapped her fingers on the table as she waited for her food and drink.\n\nNot wanting to sit in silence for long. She turned towards the Khajiit. \n\"So, what's your story? A long explanation... I got the time to sit and listen.\" She asked and crossed her arms, waiting to see if he even would tell her his story on how he got here. She told hers, though a rather simple one."
}
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha nodded.\n\n\"Well I think our food is about to be here, that was fast.\" She looked over."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The barmaid came by with their food, laying down a hot steaming bowl of meat she ordered as well as a mug of ale, then giving the food the Khajiit ordered with giving him a wink as she leaned in close.\n\n\"Anything else?\" She asked the two."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha was already cutting into her steak.\n\n'No thank you, this is great.\" She nodded.\n\nThe steak as nicely cooked and well made, with seasonings and some sides adding to the plate."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*The Khajiit bowed and have a warm smile and thumbs up to the barmaid.*\n\n**\"That is all, tonsh jer..\"**\n\n*Being fully polite, he'd grab a piece of cheese of the plate. Dropping it lightly, enjoying the cheese plater*"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She would begin to chow down on her venison as she would cut it into strips then chew on the tasty juicy meat.\n\nShe then chugged some of her foamy ale and wiped the excess foam from her mouth before continuing to chow down on the strip of venison and mixing some of the pieces of steak with the mixed vegetables on her plate.\n\nShe then looked over at the Khajiit to see if he was enjoying his meal as well."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo showed manners, taking sips with the cheese. Sitting back, clearly enjoying the cheese and ale*\n\n**\"Nords have a wonder with food, but Sharjo enjoys my home dishes... The fondue was always delicious..\"**\n\n*Explaining, his glances at her plate then to her. A proud smirk etched on his face, crossing his arms*"
}
] | 57 | 346 |
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{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "*One of his ears twitched in recognition of the song, and he too began to hum, turning his head to the source. He stood up from where he sat against the monument, and he smiled. He did not move, merely watching them go down the road.*"
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "The wagon stops, the driver looking around, then seeing the Khajiit at the monument, he waves the figure over, climbing off the seat, \"Zhub, stay.\" He commands his horse, \"I wasn't expecting to see one of Namira's own, here.\" He says, his accent is a lot closer to that of normal Tamrielic, but with tinges of Khajiit"
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Neither was I. It is good to see a fellow child of Lorkhaj in this frigid land. From one saved to another, Khajiit greets you. Who might you be?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"This one is Ra'Gharesh, a travelling bard and warrior, the locals would call me a 'Skald' if not for the fur.\" He laughs, \"I travel Skyrim, telling tales, mostly, avoiding cities and worshippers of Azura or Stendarr.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Ah, a musician! Good for one to lift spirits, so to speak. I am Raj'khelij, and I have dedicated myself to passing on the teachings of the Missing God. He always has a name- Lorkhaj to us Khajiit, Sep to the Redguards, Shor to the Nords, or simply Lorkhan to many Mer. He may be forgotten, dead, missing or anywhere in between, but he left a mark on Nirn. It is this mark that you and I have to thank for our salvation.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Yes, yes. The impact of the missing god is nothing to scoff at, many scholars credit Lorkhaj with the creation of Mundus itself. Lorkhaj the Moon Beast is Namiira's greatest achievement.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Indeed, friend. He forsook his heart, perhaps his life, to trick the Aedra into making the very ground we walk on, the winds against our bodies, and the beasts that inhabit the wild. Life is a gift- death is thievery. Yet us so-called 'Bent Cats' are the best of both mundane and divine. Born as mortals, but brought into immortality. Ah, but forgive me, I do enjoy conversation. Have you traveled for long?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"I've been travelling Skyrim since I was changed. My parents deemed it best for me not to stay within their caravan.\" He says, \"This one often misses his family, but I understand why.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "*Raj'khelij looked a bit confused, tilting his head a bit as his eyes widened slightly.*\n\n\"You did not remain? Surely you know that in time, your family will pass on.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Yes, but not for a long time. It's only been a few years since this one left them.\" He puts on a somewhat dejected smile, \"I'd love to see them again, but I don't want to cause them any stress.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Khajiit has not seen his family in many, many years... A century or so? I really am an old cat now. But this one knew they would one day passed on, so I did what I had to do to ensure they would never die... I've already lost someone close.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"This one has dealt with his fair share of loss. My family is likely back in Elsweyr now, I will probably never see them again.\""
}
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{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "*Raj'khelij chuckled a bit at the question.*\n\n\"You think a faith called the *Missing Order* Would worship anything other than the *Missing God*? Oh, but in truth, we follow the examples of Lorkhaj. Life is a blessing, Aetherius a curse.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"To worship Lorkhaj without Namiira is an affront to the gift that was given to you.\" He says, \"You cannot have the Moon Beast without Namiira.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Khajiit never said he didn't worship Namiira, only that he devotes himself to Lorkhaj. I know well of the Mistress of Decay's efforts.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"I dedicate myself to Namiira. The Dark Heart's beat is what made me what I am. This one would never turn his back on that.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Indeed. Still, let us not forget our shared experiences. But death has had much sway in my life, directly or indirectly. I have studied the arts of raising the dead for... More than a century, a bit longer than I have heard the Dark Heart beating.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Namiira favors those who perform necromancy. A very noble pursuit.\" He says, \"A fine way to show your faith.\""
}
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{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Yes, though it does not comfort me knowing that most abhorr the arts. In truth, I work to give the dead a moment of reprieve in exchange for a moment of aid. There are those who amass armies to conquer or avoid death, but I cannot support the former as I would the latter. Even if the people fear me, I will do what I can to aid them in avoiding death. But Khajiit's work is rooted in pain, for it was the loss of this one's brother that drove him to pursue it.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"If one does not die how can they return to the Dark Behind the World?\" He asks, \"Perhaps they wish to embrace the gifts of Lorkhaj, but is death not as important as life?\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Death is a curse, a theft of the beauty of life. If one wishes to die, then so be it, but I refuse to allow a life to end against its holder's whims. Killing brings me no joy, Ra'Gharesh, for it means to curse someone worse than any spell.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Death fuels life. As your body rots and decays it feeds the earth, giving the plants much needed nutrients. Namiira is the enemy of the living, not the dead. Within the other cultures she is considered the Mistress of Decay, and Decay is but the after effect of death.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"There is a vast difference between a blooming flower and a thinking, living, feeling person. A flower blooms and dies, but they do not possess souls. Animals do. People do. Let the flowers decay, but leave the people.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"In death we all decay. To deny one their death, and chance to rot and be reborn is... Laughable.\" He says, \"All must die and decay. Such is the way of Namiira.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Why rely on death to change when you have eternity to contemplate yourself? Give someone forever to think, and they will one day think of everything. Perhaps death and rebirth is the way of Namiira, but enlightenment and life is the way of Lorkhaj. As I see it, we Dro-m'Athra may act on either.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Did Lorkhaj not die in the arms of the horrid Azurah? Was it not from his heart which the Moon Beast was born? And by association us?\" He says, \"In a way the rot of Lorkhaj gave way to the creation of the dro-m'Athra. The death of Lorkhaj also led to the creation of Mundus. Many examples of the cycle of death and rebirth\"."
}
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{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"The cycle must persevere. All living things must some day rot, and to become immortal is to deny that truth. We work toward Namiira's will, and this one fears you are being manipulated into doing the opposite.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"You share in immortality, friend. Both of us are liable for rejecting death. If someone were to cut off your head, you would not be truly gone. Only a disruption of life. That is all death is to a Dro-m'Athra. But if all things must end, why perpetuate the cycle of death? Why not allow death to come to an end?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"We are extensions of the will of Namiira. We benefit from immortality by becoming partially like daedra, so we may better serve her.\" He says, \"To make death come to an end is to spit in the face of Namiira. To offer her no more souls, to prevent that which must decay from rotting. I believe you must return to the Dark Behind the World so you may meditate, and regather your bearings.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Lorkhaj did not bring about the Mundus through trickery simply for it to rot. They made it so that mortality may be overcome and mortals may achieve enlightenment. Perhaps Namiira made us what we are, but we are free to choose what we do with this. You may choose to serve her- and I sympathize with the reviled and abhorred- but I choose to make Lorkhaj's efforts bear fruit. Namiira cannot know what it is to be mortal, for she didn't want to make this mortal world to begin with. She did not fall for Lorkhaj's tricks.\"\n\n*He sighed deeply, before continuing his response.*\n\n\"Whether you carry on Lorkhaj's work or act on Namiira's behalf, know that I still enjoy this conversation. While I won't falter in my devotion to the Missing God's work, it is good to hear another perspective for once.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Namiira created us so that we may punish the living. She is the enemy of the living, she creates us to unleash our hatred upon the so-called True Cats and living of Nirni.\" He says, \"You know it to be true, you feel the hate in you at all times, do you not? It is inherent to us. I redirect my hate into my music, so I may spread my message to the living, to aid in the creation of more Dro-m'Athra, through any Khajiit who will listen.\" He looks Raj'khelij in the eyes, \"I wonder how you hide your hatred for the living, for you seem to be almost... Empathetic towards them. It is quite odd.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "\"Hatred? You presume that Khajiit would not just dislike people, but *Hate* Them? Whatever grudges Khajiit holds are outweighed by sorrow. I *Pity* The living far more than I might ever hate them. Life is difficult, complicated, full of trouble. To live is to suffer. Spreading our gifts with hatred is not the way to look at it. Already, Skyrim and Tamriel itself are engulfed in conflict. Warriors do not return home to their families. Children lose their parents. More and more death, death that could be avoided. What is there to punish? And more than that, why punish them for what they do not understand? I pity them for their perspective. Those who use the terms \"True cat\" And \"Bent cat\" Have misunderstood what this condition is. They are afraid of what they don't know, and people have always feared the unknown. In short, more than I could hate people, I pity them, for they lead lives of suffering and misunderstanding. What good would hating them do?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He laughs, loudly, a dark laugh that bellows through the air. You'd swear the area got dark as he laughed. Pest bugs seem to linger around Ra'Gharesh, were they there before? You don't know.\n\n\"Your hatred is so deep-seated you do not even recognize it!\" He laughs, \"Truly I have not seen a more naive cat in this ones existence!\" His face bears a twisted grin, \"Is the discord that lies within this continent not *Beautiful*, death lies everywhere, bodies rot and decay for the bugs and critters to feast on, and yet the foolish mortals *Persist*! A great joke!\" \n\nHe laughs again, this time directed at the question Raj'khelij asked, \"We hate them for what they do! They start the wars do they not? They hate our very existence, revile us as if we were lesser, fear us as if we great monsters! Yet they are so fragile, it is them who are lesser, and they do not even know it! They sit atop their high horses and gilded thrones passing judgement as if they have any right to judge!\" His laughing subsides, giving way to a visible look of disgust on his face, and a hint of deep sorrow, \"They cast us aside like Azurah cast aside the Dark Heart of Lorkhaj. Much like they cast aside the diseased and destitute.\""
},
{
"author": "Raj'khelij",
"message": "*Raj'khelij grunted in response, and sighed.*\n\n\"They shall understand that they are wrong eventually. This one cannot die. He has *All the time he needs.* There will come a day when they realize their folly. I am in no rush. I will do what I can to teach them. Eventually, no matter how long I must wait, another will listen. And one day, you too will understand your own follies. Good day. *Kiz ahzirr draqa khivado pofa.*\"\n\n*Raj'khelij looked to a nearby flat area, tilting his head a bit. He felt the magicka in the air, coursing through his corrupted body, channeling into his claws. A mote of energy formed floating above the ground, swirling and expanding into a fizzling rift, a hole between Mundus and Oblivion. From it, there came forth a shadowy creature that Ra'Gharesh would recognize immediately, perhaps even know what was happening before it emerged. A black senche-cat that glowed with streaks of blue lightning along its body, a Sar-m'Athra. Raj'khelij quietly sat upon its back, and the creature stood up, breaking into a sprint towards the south. The only thing left was the hum of magic, and the ever silent monument to Gjukar.*"
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"*Mor kha'jay t'harith jer draqo wo kodesh.*\" He says, returning to his carriage, \"This one never expected to meet such a... *Thjiz Dro-m'Athra*.\" He says to himself once Raj'khelij was out of earshot, his carriage follows the road leading out of Whiterun Hold"
}
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "As soon as she left the inn, the cool air hit her exposed skin, yet she could feel the sun soak through her skin as well. A potent feeling. She couldn't help but be in awe of Riverwood. It was quiet besides a few birds chirping away, the sound of the water mill being pushed by the river. The river itself brushing against the shore. \n\nThere was no wind, just a calm morning. Barely anyone was up, most were sleeping in or getting ready for their daily chores. Lenore couldn't help but look up to the mountains, the snow blankets were on the peaks. Bleak Falls Barrow could also be seen, it called to her to explore it, some time later she would. She also noticed that one of the shopkeepers was checking the door lock, he seemed frustrated. Whatever happened to him was none of her concern for now. \n\nAll Lenore wanted to do, was close her eyes and breath in the fresh air of morning Skyrim."
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "Out of the inn comes a figure wearing plate armor, helmet covering his facehe takes a deep breath, \"Ah, fresh air, a nice calm Skyrim morning. A slight nip in the air as usual.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Never gets old for me. I know some of my Kin would be moaning over a bit of cold, but I like it.\" Lenore agreed with Kartas.\n\n\"I'll be inside soon for breakfast, maybe have some tea as well. What do you guys serve?\" She turned and looked at the inn keeper."
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "\"For breakfast? Not much, the usual stuff, bread cheese and a mug of ale. Unless you want something more hearty, in which case I can't recommend Torsten's stews enough, he's a damn good cook.\" He chuckles, \"I already ate, so I'm off to get shipments and all that. Got a meeting with Sabjorn at the Honningbrew Meadery, then I have to go to Solitude to see if the East Empire Company has that shipment of Surilie Brothers Wine I paid for last month, damn pirates better not have sunk that ship.\""
}
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Guess I'll take Cheese and Bread.\" Lenore shrugged.\n\n\"Well I wish your luck and safety. You should maybe hire a merc to help you. I ran into some trouble, bandits and all. But nothing that a master of Destruction can handle.\n\nLenore would then lift her hand, electricity would lightly spark around her fingertips.\n\n\"I assume you've done a fair share of adventuring, but I only suggest for your safety.\" Lenore added before looking out towards the morning sky."
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "He laughs and knocks on his armor, \"Don't you worry, I've fought my fair share of bandits, I don't need a mercenary's help.\" He says confidently, \"Alvor made this armor for me, and he's a damn good smith.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "Lenore gave a nod.\n\n\"Just be careful, you never know what awaits for you on the roads.\" She reassured.\n\n\"Well I'm gonna just enjoy the calm morning before the rest wake up, maybe have some bread, cheese, and some tea. Then, find a tree to sit by and read. Say though... Your shopkeeper looked a little flustered. Seemed like they were having lock troubles.\" Lenore looked over at the general store owner arguing over about something. She was too far away to really know what they were yelling about, but it seemed to be about their lock."
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "\"Oh do you mean Lucan? Yeah I think someone stole his Golden Claw, some sort of mantlepiece he got, said it was bandits or something, over by Bleak Falls Barrow, it'll sort itself out in due time, bandits at old ruins never do last long thanks to the draugr.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "*She had been correct. It turned out that it only took her a short while to get to Riverwood, with the only other company on the road being a few couriers and a man in full plate armor getting a carriage ride to... Somewhere. She didn't ask about it. Anyways, she now got a closer look at the place, and was sure glad she made the choice to come here. Yeah, it wasn't where she needed to be to climb the seven thousand steps, and Ivarstead was on the other side of the mountain base. But Riverwood was a shorter distance to Whiterun, and thus was a shorter jog.\n\n'The shore by the water would be a good place to meditate on my Words'she thought silently. And with that, she walked over to what looked like a fishing spot of some sort, set her backpack down, sat down, and then began to meditate on her favorite word.*\n\n**Yol** \n\n*Fire. The burning cleanser of all life and death. The visual representation of Soul and Life. With it came the death of old growth, the chance of new life, and the responsibility of a choice. What would she burn? What would she spare? \n\nShe continued her meditations silently, and breathed deeply within nature's presence, finding peace within it's warmth.*"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "The Altmer continued to look around the town, however the silence would be interrupted by the sounds of hores and a carriage. Her eyes looked onto the people, but more of a Dunmer whom seemed to wander into the village. She seemed interesting.\nBut for now the Altmer minded her own business and would simply look off, leaning on the wooden railing that was apart of the Sleeping Giant Inn."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "*Amidst her meditations, came one interruption of her senses. Someone or something had passed a gaze by her. She didn't know who or what yet, but she knew that she really wanted to show off.*\n\n*So she waited a total of 6 slow and deep breaths, came back from her trance, stood to her feet while still breathing deeply, and then clentched her fists instinctively with her heightened focus.*\n\n*She was certain her decision to do this would draw attention to her. But she smiled freely at the possibility, and did something she hadn't done in nine years.* \n\n*Turning her face to the sky above her, she shouted with all of her heart,* \"YOL... TOOR SHUL!\" *And on the third word, a great wave of flames flew from her being and up into the bright blue heavens.*\n\n*It was but a moment, but it was enough for Ketosha. Master Arngeir had always told her that the Voice was meant to be a praise to the gods, and in her opinion, her Fire Breath was her way of expressing her thanks to Akatosh, Dragon God of Time, for granting her the limited time she had on Nirn. As she was about to take a step, however, she found that her balance was off, thus forcing her to sway and wobble a little bit like she had been drunk or something. But most importantly to Ketosha... She was happy right now.*"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"By the Eight!\" Lenore eyes widen as she saw a wave of fire shoot towards the sky. Not only that, but a loud boom that more than likely would have woken up or gather attention.\n\nLenore knew what it was. It was the Thum or the Way of the Voice. Lenore had done a good extension on reading what was really as the Nords would call the Thum. She never thought she would see it with her own eyes, but here she was witnessing it on it's true colors. Her suprise however turned into quick anger. \n\nHer brows tighten and she gritted her teeth. While no damage was done, it was rude to be... Well shouting at this time while also using fire in a village made out of very flammable material. If there's one thing Lenore cared for it was safety. Even if she knew she could control her flames or magic, she also practice far away from homes or forest that were in a dry season. How dare this Dunmer try to practice such a power, such a hazard in a populated area.\n\n\"I beg your pardon. Are you a... Buffoon!? A nimrod? An... Idiot!\" Lenore stepped down, loud stomps as she made her way down towards the Dunmer.\n\n\"Explain yourself Dunmer!\" Lenore shouted, her nostrils flairing."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She was not prepared to be yelled at or scorned, and having that happen to her made her jump a full 360 degrees to face the one who would dare raise their mortal voice at Ketosha Drakonhart. \n\nWhen she was facing the person, she realized it was an Altmer, and that made her face switch to one of battle focus.\n\nKetosha was lower to the ground, her feet set shoulder width apart, and her right hand on the handle of her sword. She did not draw it yet, but she looked ready to fight off the elf if she turned out to be Thalmor. \n\n\"I was outside of the wall and faced away from any flammable objects. That was safe enough grounds for me\" She explained, making sure to keep logical within the situation. Ketosha then asked defiantly, \"Now what reason does an Altmer such as yourself even think you have an ounce of authority over me?\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "The mer's eye twitched.\n\n\"I don't care if your were not away the wall or not at flammable objects. You want to practice? Go do it somewhere else. Let's not consider the fact your... Thumming in the morning. These are hardworking people, the last thing they need as they're waking up is a loud thum. Also... I may not be the Jarl's Guards but I will report your... Misconduct to him. I have a very good memory and I will find out who or what you are.\" Lenore stood closer to the Elf, staring her down."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She stared the other down, not budging an inch. She didn't know this elf from a backwater town in Solstheim, but she wasn't certain that she could back down or be intimidated. \n\n\"And how would I know you would go to the Jarl and not a piece of Thalmor scum?\" She asked, her own voice lowering to a threatening whisper."
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "Lenore stepped back, but slapped Ketosha across the face. Leaving bit of a red mark.\n\n\"How dare you! You racist piece of shit.\" Lenore fumed, even losing her demnore and swearing.\n\n\"I have no words to describe you. Other than... Nordic Terms they would use on your kind. You...\" Lenore's skin began to glow red. \n\n\"Get out my face, before I lose even more of my temper and turn you into a pile of ash.\" Lenore threaten. \n\nLenore would ball up a fist, blue lighting began to spark but she calmed down a bit. However, those words really struck a nerve. She had a tear form on her left but she turned around and walked away. Wiping her eyes."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "She did not know where the hell that slap came from, or why the Altmer even did so. It didn't make any sense. If Ketosha were to strike, it would be with her blade, and the intention would be to cut; to harm. \n\nWhile the slap stung, it was comparatively weak to a punch in the gut or a Warhammer to the chest. And what was even more confusing was that Ketosha thought she asked a legitimate question. She knew that Thalmor came in many shapes and races. Hell, she'd bet that a few Khajiit were allowed to serve the Thalmor. Whether that was true or not, it didn't matter. \n\nShe followed the girl into town, but kept her distance and presence slunk within shadows. She only had a few hours before sunrise, and she won't waste it."
}
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "Out of the all the High Elves Ketosha has ever seen, Lenore looked unique. Her skin was almost if a human color, there was only a bit shade of the Altmer yellow in her skin's Pigment. \n\n\"It's better to have a friend who has served many battles with you than to hire a warrior whom claims to have face many battles. The Jarl knows who is great with a blade. Why not have somebody whom he's seen battle many foes.\" Lenore commented."
},
{
"author": "Ketosha Drakonhart",
"message": "Such words let the Dunmer smirk as she took those words to heart, replying with, \"It sounds like you know a thing or two about that. But I'm not gonna pry into something that is, quite obviously, none of my business.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She gave a shrug.\n\n\"Nord Culture, it's way they live life... View things. Many view it in such a tinted glasses. My kin... I dunno what to think of my kin... They think themselves as the only race to rule... They want to enslave... Eradicate Nord Culture.\" Lenore shook her head."
}
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{
"author": "nikolaiivanovichbukharin",
"message": "βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "Lenore was sitting by the river, having a book in hand and hee staff by her side. She had the ambience of the mill, workers, and the sound of Alvor the blacksmith working on a new sword in the background.\n\nMost people would find these sounds annoying, but Anore found them soothing in a weird way. Still, she knew she would have to pack up and venture up to Bleak Falls Barrow in order to study the runes or carvings."
},
{
"author": "Mosul Advencius",
"message": "_A strange but familiar whooshing sound could be heard in the distance, around the area of sleeping giant inn. This sound would then be followed by the click clack of a heavy staff or stick. A strange aura could be felt in the air as it got closer and closer_"
}
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