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101.666667 | 2023-01-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She could feel the magical aura, it was... Strong indeed. Yet, balanced.\n\nShe turned around to see what the magical aura was coming from, yet it had a certain feel to it. Sort of like the Aura she felt when that one... Altmer showed up."
},
{
"author": "Mosul Advencius",
"message": "_dressed in his acursed robes, taking the form of his younger self, he strode through Riverwood, but his footsteps made no sound ecept for the kncoking of his staff upon the cobblestone paving. He peered over to the river and noticed a young mage, sensing a magical prescence,locking eyes with her. Wanting to see more decided to appear to her. _\n_In that instant, he disapeared from his location outside the inn and reappeared directly behind her, towering down from above_\n\n\"Its a good book, but I find that staff more interesting\" **In a low, growly voice**"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"This old thing? Made it when I became a master of Destruction at the college. Useful for focusing my more draining spells. I can tell by your clothes, even by the way you walk. You're from the college as well; I am Lenore. Traveling Scholar; researcher of Nordic Culture and they're many ruins scattered in Skyrim.\" She would put a leaf over the page she was on and close the book.\n\nLenore stood up and she would then place the book inside her travel bag.\n\"And you are...?\" She raised a brow and allowed the fellow mage to introduce herself."
}
] | 119 | 305 |
171.333333 | 2023-05-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "The young vampire woman walked down the stone path leisurely, her cloak securely laid on her shoulders and hood shrouding her face in shadows. Her bow was on her back along with her arrows, steel dagger strapped to her hip as she was dressed in her casual clothes. She doesn't talk very much to the locals but she came here enough that they no longer gave lingering stares as she passed by.\n\nHer job was completed and now the long travel back to Riften was ahead of her. She made the trip fairly often so it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Boring maybe, but not unfamiliar. She chose to stay around here for the time being, preferring to travel at night. Riverwood was not a bad town to stay in so she just walked around for the moment.\n\nShe yawned, bored. It was pretty boring here, the locals were nothing for conversation. Just normal people trying to live in Skyrim, and small town gossip did nothing for her. She prefers real scandals, not some towns girl picking the underdog of the suitors to marry. But whatever, night is almost upon her and she could leave soon."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "After a long journey, the chubby knight made his way into the village. Sticking out like a sore thumb. His signature Onion Shaped helmet was easy to spot. With a greatsword rested onto his shoulders, a small shield in his hand and a large travel bag on his back. He looked around the village, he enjoyed places like these. They were always calm and quiet. Not like the large cities filled with all sorts of bad people. Siewind was looking for the blacksmith whom was getting ready to close his forge."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "The woman looked up at the arrival of the newcomer, having never seen him in the small list of residents homed here. So he must be a traveller as well then. His helmet was... Interesting. Is it an onion? Deciding that he seemed interesting enough to hold a decent conversation, she slowly approached. \n\n\"You're a traveller, right?\" She spoke after a minute or two of observation, eyeing him up and down. He certainly looked like one. \"Sorry, I couldn't help but notice your arrival.\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Hmmmm... Mmmh...\" Siegwind began to think outloud. \n\nHe was looking around at the weapons that the local blacksmith had worked on. They were fine weapons. Nothing better than his sword, but he could tell whoever made these weapons had love, care, and time dedicated to the weapons.\n\nHe was in distracted until he heard a faint voice call to him.\n\nHe looked a bit confused, looking around his shoulders before he noticed a woman talking to him.\n\n\"Pardon me. I was absorbed in thought. Yes, I am a traveler. I am Siegwind... The pleasure is allowing my really.\" He would give a nod.\n\n\"I can tell you're no local villager, are you a Wanderer as well?\" He asked.\n\nHis voice was booming, yet it had a charm to it. Almost as if he was a gentle giant of sorts. She could tell he was not a Shady man at all from his tone alone."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She looked him over again. From her time in the shadier businesses and corners of Skyrim she could tell he was an honest man. Maybe someone who was well off and never needed to get their hands dirty. He peaked her interest, and that was a good enough pass time for her. \n\n\"Indeed I am. It's good to meet you Siegwind, my name's Amari.\" She smiled slightly. He had this gentleness to him, she could tell, despite being what she would peg as a warrior. She liked to think she was good at reading people, so she hopes her assumptions prove right.\n\n\"What brings you to the small town of Riverwood?\" She asked curiously, fixing her hood to be more secure around her head."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Me? I have been clearing the roads of brigands, or exploring the caves and ruins that are ready to be explored. The Guards sometimes are either lazy or don't have a bit of back bone to gather a small team do it themselves, but atleast they try to protect the village when the need arises.\"\n\n\"I've made my way from Whiterun, been making my way towards Riften... I've heard rumors a lot of folks need all the help they can get. But for now... Riverwood could use some extra hands. A troll has been spotted near the region, I'll have to have a few words with him before he starts attacking travellers... Then I've heard some bandits have been setting up shop here. They attacked a man and his friend, they barely managed to make it out with the skin on their teeth... It's only a matter of time before they claim innocent lives. I will be the one to stop them.\" He gave a small list of what his plans were for this village.\n\n\"These days, Skyrim needs Heroes. A true hero is a person who is willing to stand against anything that harms the innocent.\" He added."
}
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108.3 | 2023-06-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari raised a brow and walked over quietly, following Siegwind and listening to what happened. Untied bandits? Amari had been picking off a few over the times she had to travel through here to Riften, so it was surprising to think they all came together. \n\nWhether her charitableness deep within her heart took the reins or the strange hero of the townsfolk was influencing her, she did something she didn't think she ever would. \"I'll help too, I'm pretty adept in archery.\" She gestured to the ebony now strapped on back. \n\n\"Anywhere you need me.\" She nodded. Maybe she'll get a reward for this, but unlikely. By the nine, Siegwind was very influencing with his almost naive thoughts of heroism in Skyrim. Still, it would help her in the long run to help the town she travels through often. The sun was going down soon as well, so she'll truly be in her element then."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "The guard looked at the two.\n\n\"The more the merrier. I want you with the boy to get onto that wall and provide Archer Support. Shoot the ones in the back, you... With the armor. I need you helping us in the frontlines. I have to divert most of our men inside so they don't try to flank us.\" The captain gave orders.\n\nSiegwind gave a nod and would make his way towards the main entrance of the village, having 8 other guards to support him. Three more will be on the wall with Amari.\n\nIn the distance a orange light could be seen, it must be the raiding party."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari nodded and equipped her bow as she treaded to where she was needed, the wall. 4 archers weren't the best cover, but if they're good enough shots they all should be fine. \n\nShe pressed a very gentle kiss to the cool ebony that made up her bow, clutching it harder before easing up and sighing gently. Reaching down to her belt she felt the flowers petals, wilting now but still soft. A nightshade. \n\n\"Can't believe I'm doing this.\" She grumbled lightly to herself as she notched an arrow, looking ahead. Arn would be proud of her, probably. Or maybe he's too drunk in Sovengarde. Or wherever he went."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The orange flames grew closer and the guards began to have some fear, they were nervous and even some began to shake. How could they do this?"
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Show no fear my friends! Unlike the brigands, we have hearts! We fight to protect those we love! We fight for glory! We fight for Sovengarde. May this battle be told in books for generations!\"\nHe tried to inspire the guards."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "\"They outnumber us! There's no way...\" One of the guards."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"We fight because it is our duty, we are the last line to hold them off. We cannot let them pass!\" Siegwind told the guard."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The flames grew closer and a group of 28 bandits were ahead of them. Being lead by a Redguard with two swords."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She drew back her arrow and sucked in a breath as she looked to the other archers. \n\n\"Just follow my lead.\" She assured, not knowing why she cared enough to do so. \"Only shoot once you can see them. Don't waste arrows.\" She advised as she watched closely. They were guards, yes, but they probably didn't focus on archery like she has for years. She knows a thing or two.\n\n\"This is gonna be a long night.\" Her mood was soured lightly by her lack of moving on, so she was determined to end this soon so she could travel closer to Riften while it was still night."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The flames grew closer and the men stopped where they were. They looked like they wanted to ransack Riverwood. With this many guards, it would make it worth the risk.\n\n\"Charge!\" The redguard yelled and pointed his sword, a slick smile growing.\n\nThe bandits began to charge, 6 of then stayed behind while the rest would rush towards the main entrance."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"To Valor, to glory... Long may the sun shine! RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!\" Siegwind let out a warcry and would charge with the guards."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The guards were shocked to see this onion knight charge ahead, but they looked at each other and followed with him.\n\nSiegwind would be the first to strike. Charging up his sword and impaling a bandit, he would then block two attacks coming from some bandits, using his sword and his armor protected him from am attack.\n\nThe guards would cover him, three of the guards would kill four bandits in total, one of the guards who the was most inexperienced would get overwhelmed and cut down.\n\nOut of the 17 that remained four of the bandits fell back a bit and began to fire arrows. One his a guard in the arm but he kept on fighting.\n\n17 bandits\n7 guards\n4 archer guards"
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari raised her bow higher and let loose an arrow to the enemy archers with practiced precision and it flew past and lodged itself snuggly into the arm of the archer she was targetting, smugness flooded her despite aiming for the throat of the bandit. But it would be hard to fire arrows with one sticking out of your arm.\n\nReaching back she loaded another arrow, knocking it back and drawing the string of her bow back, all while she eyed the battle going on, deciding that another of her fellow archers could finish the bandit she left with only one unharmed arm."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Archers would fire and take out three more bandits. The other archers would take aim and fire at Amari...\n\nTwo misses, one would graze her right arm. Nothing serious but an ouchie \n\nAs the battle in the frontlines happened. Siegwind would cleave the head off of a Dunmer as his head would bounce on the ground. With him being exposed however a bandit managed to slash onto an exposed point of the armor. But Siegwimd using the end of his hilt would bash him in the stomach and then cleave into his chest, killing him.\n\nThe guards would finish off three more however one guard got a arrow into neck, she fell backwards gasping for air... Only to go limp.\n\n9 bandits remain\n6 guards \n4 archers"
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She hissed lightly but her hands remained steeled to her bow and arrow as she shot another fly at the enemy archers, revenge for her very minor injury. \n\nThe arrow flew and landed squarely in a chink of the armor, piercing the throat of the bandit and leaving them dead as one would imagine. However, Amari did not revel in the kill. She seemed almost distracted as the familiar coopery scent of blood caught her attention for the first time this night.\n\nShe shook her head and reached for another arrow stiffly, she had to focus. She would not end her immortal life prematurely this night."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He would keep on fighting, but he grew more tired. He was never meant for big battles such as these.\n\nHe would get into a class with a Orc, his mighty greatsword was trying to break the guard of the mighty onion knight but with a heavy bash he would break the Orc's guard and let out a heavy cleave cutting into the shoulder of the Orc. The Orc roared and he would kick back Siegwind who stumbled and fell onto his back. The Orc raised his sword and was going to finish off Siegwind..."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "A guard would back stab the Orc and he would ground. The guard gave the knight a nod before defending himself from an attacking bandit.\n\nWhen the numbers seemed low, the Redguard gave a loud whistle and soon enough bandits from the ridge would jump down and attack the main group, archers following behind.\n\n10+ Bandits\n\nThe captain was going to get hit by a volley of arrows, but with quick thinking Siegwind would get infront of him and take the arrows, them hitting his armor but not affecting him. Siegwind gave a nod and would cut down another bandit with a heavy cleave chopping her arm off before impaleing her with his greatsword.\n\nOne of the Guard Archers got hit in the stomach and he fell backwards in pain.\n\n15 Bandits\n\n6 Guards\n\n3* Archers\n\nInjuried."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "With great regret Amari turned her face away from the archer and focused solely on shooting. The bleeding guard made it hard to focus, the warm life blood seeping out of his wound enticed the vampire to no end. But now wasn't the time, and he was a good person. \n\nMore arrows, more targets. She focused as best she could, shooting any archer she saw. One arrow flew past Siegwind and buried it deep inside the stomach of a incoming bandit. Another landed in the shoulder of an enemy archer. \n\nShe couldn't keep this up however, the bleeding bodies around her kept her more and more unfocused until aiming was but estimates of who appeared to be enemies were. Her eyes darted from body to body, almost salivating. She hadn't fed recently, preferring to be near Riften before she would. She has came to learn that was a sore mistake on her part, but she didn't foresee this happening. Honestly, who would?"
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Two guards were killed by the onslaught, but they took four bandits with them.\n\nSiegwind would kill two more bandits but suffered an arrow in his shoulder, yet his strong will made him still able to wield the sword.\n[Big Bone]\n\nThe Captain would kill two more bandits but suffer a slash across eye, his eye was luckily saved but for now he was blind on one side.\n\nThe Archers would finish off 4 more bandits.\n\n\nThe bandits Numbers dwindled to 3 and their moral was now very low with Siegwind and captain still standing.\n\n3 Bandits \n\n4 Guards\n\n3 Archers"
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "With her last arrow she managed to actually shoot at one of the bandits, hitting them in the throat. \n\nDespite her stoney exterior she was was itching to feed on something, someone. But she could wait, she could do that much. She could regroup and resupply her arrows in less than an hour and be on her way to find a nice alive bandit to sink her teeth into. \n\nShe panted slightly, breathing in through her mouth. Her slightly parted lips gave the slightest sliver of a view to the sharp deadly fangs that resided in her mouth."
}
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75.444444 | 2023-06-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "As their numbers began to dwindled, moral was down and the bandits fell back. The Redguard would scoff.\n\n\"You fight good for a tub of lard... You should lay off the sweet rolls my round friend.\" He called out to Siegwind.\n\nSiegwind would be exhausted but keep on standing, his sword raised.\n\n\"You may have saved Riverwood this time... But I will bring more capable fighters and I will have your helm as a trophy... Until our next battle...\" He gave a nod.\n\nWith the click of his tongue his men retreated back into the woods. Riverwood was saved."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "With the battle over, Siegwind would fall back and sit down. Breathing heavily... He was exhausted."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "The vampire let out a deep breath from her mouth, unlooping the wilted flower from her belt she threw it to the dead bodies below. \n\nMost likely not the wisest choice, her reputation tends to precede her as the Nightshade, but she had to do this. \n\nShe walked down from where she was and watched the red guard leave. If she had an arrow it would be in his throat before he left... But alas. \n\nLooking to Siegwind she raised a brow \"Are you alright? Any injuries?\" She inquired quietly. She's no healer however, and she was famished so she would be little help."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He was out of breath and it took a moment.\n\n\"I'm fine friend... Just need to catch my breath... Actually...\" He then realized he had a Stamina Poition for this very reason. Reaching into his satchel he would find a green potion and he would pop the cork off. Lifting his head back and drinking through his eye slit he would soon gain energy back.\n\n\"I have a few cuts here and there but nothing a good meal, sleep and a health potion can't fix... Are you alright?\" He asked as he looked around at all of the bodies."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She turned her attention to the small cut on her arm that she procured. Well it wasn't there anymore so she shrugged \"I'm alright. You fought well, you should be proud of yourself.\" She nodded and sat down, letting out another breath she had been holding. \n\nRubbing her hands together despite the cold never having bothered her since she was turned. The scent of blood was still heavily mingled with the air and she sighed. \"Do you plan on staying here for the night?\" She asked, eyeing him from her peripheral vision."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"I will... This town is in more danger than I thought. I will rest here for the night... After a good meal of course.\" He answered."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Captain walked over.\n\n\"This village owes you, I don't think without the two of you. Riverwood may have been raided... Thank you. I may have lost some good men, but their lives were not in vein because of you.\" The Captain crossed his arms."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "Siegwind gave a bow.\n\n\"No need to thank me. Just doing what was I was born to do. \" He told the Captain."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari nodded at his statement before looking up \"No thanks needed, ser. Just doing my part to keep the people living here safe.\" She smiled, close lipped. \n\n\"My condolences on your men, I'm sure they'll reach Sovengarde.\" She hummed softly."
}
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The guard gave a mod.\n\n\"We'll take care of the bodies... Probably find a place to burn them.\" He gave a nod and walked away."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He would then give a short laugh.\n\"I'm hungry. How about I buy you dinner. My treat.\" He offered to buy her a meal, since she did save his skin a few times.\n\n\"A good stew... No how about a roast with mash potatoes... With some greens... Yeah...\" He began to ponder on what he wanted to eat. He usually ate after a long winded battle."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Amari had never been the best at dancing around subjects, and she doesn't really know how it would feel to eat again. She hasn't really tried over the short time she's been a vampire. \n\n\"While I am greatly touched at the offer, I must decline.\" She smiled apologetically, she didn't want to even think about how he would be her food if she were any other feral vampire in Skyrim. But she was starving in her own way.\n\n\"I don't... Eat very much.\" She was unsure if he knew her vampiric origins. She didn't wanna spell it out either, so she settled to say that."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Oh my dear, you must be starving. Besides you look like you seen some meat on your bones. Not even a toast? I heavily insist you let me buy you some dinner. It's really the only thing to do after fending off a wave of brigands.\" He laughed.\n\n\nBut he began to pick up on something... Something was off."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "Ok he did have her there. She was a pretty skinny young woman, she has to admit. Her humble food intake as a human couldn't keep up with her physically demanding occupation. Can she even gain weight as a vampire though? \n\nArguing was never her strong suit however, more persuasive talking but she was tired and hungry, though not in the way he believed, so she gave in far quicker than usual \"If you insist. I wouldn't wish to trouble you though.\""
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43.666667 | 2023-06-08 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"That's the spirit! Haha! Let's get some dinner. Whatever you want.\" He gave her a hefty pat on the shoulder and began to walk towards the Sleeping Giant Inn so they could get some food.\n\n We move here."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "There would be menu's for the two."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He would grab a menu and give it a scan.\n\n\"Oooh tonight's special is lamb served with sauce, corn, and mash potatoes... Mmmm...\" He began to nod.\n\n\"Pick whatever you want dear friend. You've earned yourself a meal... And a toast. Hahaha!\" He gave her a friendly elbow as he looked around more on the menu."
}
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76.125 | 2023-06-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah, good choice...\" He gave a little laugh."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The waitress would get their orders and would head off."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He tapped the table with his fingers and looked around.\n\n\"What are you plans after this? Heading back to Riften? Hm?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "\"Most likely... I've left my little one alone too long.\" Her little one referred to her beloved pet rabbit Buck, which she left at her home in Riften. \n\n\"You plan to stay here right?\" She asked \"How long do you plan too?\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Probably for a few nights... Make sure the village is safe from any more incursions. Then, I'll head out to take the fight to them! I will stop these brigands from harassing this village. After that, I may head to Falkreath.\" He gave his plans."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She nodded \"Falkreath. Heard somethings about that place. Might have your work cut out for you, might not. I wish you luck though.\" She thought for a moment. \n\n\"If you're ever in Riften, I'll be around if you ever need help there.\" She hummed."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Bah, I can handle myself in Riften. I've run into plenty of theives there. One time I caught one trying to earn debt money from a poor woman, she was late for the payment so I decided to pay her debt. Turns out he tried to demand more and wanted her family heirloom. Despite my best attempts to reason with him. He drew a Dagger to steal the necklace. I gave him a few good punches before he ran off with a broken nose, I think he said the Black Briars will hear about this... I don't know it's been a while. Black Briars, I would talk some sense into them. All of that money that could be used for the city, yet they only help themselves and use it to keep their image clean... Makes my skin crawl.\" Seigwind went on a bit of a rant. It was clear he had a dealing with the Thieves Guild but didn't have much hatred... More of a distaste."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She raised a brow, pulling a knife out? Likely he wasn't going to kill her or he'd be going right against the theives guild way. No need to be the second Dark Brotherhood after all. \"Riften is a different place than the rest in Skyrim, I'm sure.\" She didn't offer much commentary on the thieves guild. Some of her closest friends are in it. And she is too, I suppose so.\n\n\"Poor woman, you're a good man for that.\" She noted. She seemed a little unsettled at the knowledge she probably knew that man. \"Sometimes theives take it too far, you should never kill someone for simple thievery.\" She could state that much with confidence.\n\n\"But still. It helps to have friends in advantageous places.\" A bit cryptic, but she is well known for her expeditions where it counts in that hold."
}
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{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"I guess it does... Still I don't agree with stealing... But people do what they do...\" He gave a shrug."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "Soon enough, their food arrived. Nice and hot, Swiegwind had ordered a big bowl of stew, with some bread, and a side dish of lamb chops.\n\nAmari's food also arrived."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Ah! Finally. I am dying to fill my stomach... Let us enjoy this meal. But first a toast.\" Siegwind looked over at Amari.\n\nHe would grab his mug filled with ale and wait for her to grab her drink.\n\n\"Long may the sun shine! Hahahah!\" He let out a belly laugh and drank. He would then remove his helm, his face now being shown. It was clear it was middle aged, perhaps early 30s. He was starting to bald a bit, but nothing to had. He also had a thick stash and a bit of chin hairs that were starting to grow. He was a but chubby around his face, but his eyes and smile were filled with so much humanity and happiness."
}
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{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "His eyes would squint at Amari.\n\nSomething was off about her... Was she a vampire!?!....\n\n\"Hmmm...\" He thought outloud.\n\n\"Ah well then, maybe I'll buy you some fresh bread for the road ahead. Hopefully you're in the mood to eat later on. Nobody should travel on a empty stomach! Hahaha!\"\nHe would laugh off, he had the thought but thought it was the lack of sleep playing tricks on him."
},
{
"author": "Amari",
"message": "She smiled, closed lip. She wasn't necessarily worried, but she was on edge. Most people cared, but not enough to kill her unprovoked. \n\n\"You really don't have too, you've spent more than enough coin on me.\" She laughed gently, shaking her head. \n\nShe looked away from him then. True she was pale but her eyes have yet to turn red. So not many people truly without a doubt knew about her vampirism."
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "\"Hush now, some bread for the road is not much for me. I have plenty of septims to spend...\" He her off and brought over the waitress.\n\nHe handed her a few more gold pieces and she would walk away.\n\nSiegwind continued eat and eat, until his bowl was empty and his drinks gone.\n\nHe let out a small belch, covering his mouth.\n\n\"Pardon me...\" He excused himself."
}
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "As she walked up the steps onto the tavern, a Nord drunk as all he could be bursted through the door and bumped Isha out of the way."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Nord's face was a bit read and he was cleary not in the right mindset. \n\"Watch were you're going, Elf!\" He sneered."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha was not one to simply not take shit from anyone, her time with Frogar proved that to show respect to a Nord, was not to be pushed around.\n\n\"Think you had too much, quit being an ass and go home you drunk.\""
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Nord balled up a fist.\n\"I don't have to take that from a small Elf like you, we don't want your tree hugging kind here anyways. So out of my way or I will show you how a Nord deals with elves like you.\" He got close to the Bosmer."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She dropped her pelts and clenched her fists, if she was going to get into a brawl before she even got drunk so be it. But she was not simply gonna back down, that's what the Nord wanted."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo listened to the conversation, a soft exhale escaped him. The dog Mavoska barked afew times, giving in Sharjo turned around as he set down his own pelt bag.*\n\n**\"Sharjo politely ask you two stop this, wafiit Nord. Get on your way, I'm sure this one didn't mean bump into you. Sharjo knows you'd rather go home without bruises yes?\"**\n\n*He chuckled, hands went to his hip. Quite the massive stature for this Khajiit, bowing his head in the most courteous manner*"
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Nord wrinkled his nose, he was more confident on dealing with the small Bosmer, but now with a Khajiit thrown in. It would not be a fight here he would come on top. \n\nHe balled a fist and walked past the two, grumbling about how they should keep everyone out of Skyrim so they could be left in peace. He walked back onto the dirt road to sleep off all of the ale he had drank."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha rolled her eyes as she watched the Nord walk off from them.\n\n\"Thanks, but I could have taken him. I know how Nords work, a few good punches and you become their best friend... Or a cold ale in his hand. But whatever, drunken fool is gone now.\" Isha thanked the Khajiit but still had the thought of getting into a brawl with the man, could have been fun. But it is what it is."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo groaned, giving a small headshack. Mavoska staring up at the elf, clearly interested seeing the pelt bag*\n\n**\"Sharjo believes this one's rhetoric, but I'm only trying to cause anymore trouble. As I see you've hunted quite a bit..\"**\n\n*Sharjo grabbed his own bag, opening the Inns door. Allowing the elf to walk in* \n\n**\"Had quite the hirsinith i can tell..\"**"
}
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha let out a small chuckle.\n\n\"A few, they are more dangerous and much larger in Skyrim than they are in Cyrodiil. But they are a common problem for Nords since Honey seems to be a popular product here.\" She told him about her time hunting bears.\n\n\"What about you? You are far from your homeland Khajiit, or are you from somewhere else?\" She asked, stepping inside the inn so they wouldn't be talking out on a porch. Looking more forward towards the warmth of the inn."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Setting his bow down next, sighing at her speaking*\n\n**\"You from Cyrodiil? Sharjo never been deep inside the province... I am far, the beautiful Rimmen City was my home. But is this one from Cyrodiil?\"**\n\n*Sharjo asked more questions, more or less intrigued on her hunting and such that weren't Khajiit caravans*"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha nodded.\n\n\"Born and raised, it is a very beautiful providence, even with the scars of the Great War.\" She smiled.\n\n\"I explored around a bit, and found my peace here. Even getting close with a Nord whos around these parts. Native and all... I worry for him. Haven't seen him for a while or heard of him. But I'm sure he's out wrestling a giant or something stupid...\" She laughed a bit, one with a bit of worry but as well as relief.\n\n\"So what brings you to a village like here?\" She asked him."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo gave a nod of understanding, stroking his goatee fur*\n\n**\"Im sure a nord like that will live, unless Sharjo thinks your worrying may want you to go search..\"**\n\n*Squinting at her for afew seconds before clearing his throat. Leaning back, giving Mavoska a head scratch*\n\n**\"Same as you. Sharjo intends to sell these pelts, get thin to go hunt bigger game.\"**"
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"I see, good to see a fellow hunter in these parts. Have you ever been to the Rift or Falkreath? Beautiful holds to hunt, not too cold and not too warm. Just that cool air against your sk... Well in this case fur.\" She corrected herself.\n\nIsha walked in, and grabbed a seat at an empty table. Pulling one out for the Khajiit.\n\"But yeah, I feel more free being out in the wilds rather than getting a real job. I would rather fight an Orc in hand to hand combat than work at some manual labor job till my bones ache and I make only enough to scrape by. Out in the wild, you are free to do whatever you want. Course... There's bandits... Necromancers... And all sorts of danger but that's the thrill of it.\" Isha went on a huge rant on her way of life."
},
{
"author": "Sharjo Seprius",
"message": "*Sharjo decided to sit where she offered, the dog followed as he listened. The Khajiit sat back*\n\n**\"Sharjo hasn't hunted much in those places, only central and western of Skyrim... But I've been in Khajiit Caravans, not has enjoyment as the thrill of hunting. I must agree with you lass!\"**\n\n*Sharjo added on to her statements, his gaze decided to wonder the Inn. Noticing how few patrons there were, his ears flickered as he returned back to her*\n\n**\"Whats your next hunt after? Sharjo would like to know, rather intrigued to hunt bigger game. Challenge is what this one needs..\"**"
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "Isha shrugged.\n\n\"I dunno, I heard there was some troll causing some trouble in a cave not far from here... A bit North I think?\" She tried to remember the rumor.\n\n\" I kind of have just been wandering, not really having a goal in mind. Skyrim is a large place so there is plenty to explore or ruins to dwell into. I'll probably head back to Cyrodiil once I get bored, try to drag that Nord with me if I can.\" She gave a vague answer, not that she was lying to him. She herself didn't know how to answer."
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{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "She chuckled.\n\n\"A few good pints of ale could do me in for the night, but also. Drinking alcohol techincally makes you more thirsty... But I digress.\" She nodded and waved over a barmaiden."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The barmaiden was a nord woman with a tall pale woman with brown hair and freckles all over her body.\n\n\"How can I help you tonight?\" She asked.\n\nThe woman crossed her arms over her chest and awaited for the two to request their order."
},
{
"author": "Isha Kilu",
"message": "\"I'll take a pint of ale, extra foamy if you could and I'll take a slab of venison, medium-well with some mixed veggies and if you could... Add some butter to those veggies.\" The Bosmer gave her order."
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "The Barmaiden she gave a nod and jotted down the order in her head.\n\n\"Got it love, what about you my friend from the sands of Elsweyr?\" She asked the Khajiit what he wanted to eat and drink at the inn."
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "``` moved to Frostfruit Inn ```"
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She entered into the inn, feeling the warmth from the fireplace that lied in the middle. A bard was singing some sort of song, though the look of him didn't fit well for Lenore. He seemed like a slime ball of sorts. But Lenore knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. \n\nLenore would look around, seeing a few patrons enjoy some hot meals and start filling their bellies with mead. She made her way towards the table, seeing a man there whom seem like the owner of the inn."
},
{
"author": "Torsten Gold-Hand",
"message": "\"Get to the bar, honey! We've got customers\""
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "\"Yeah, yeah, yeah,\" He says, looking to the Altmer, \"Hungry or thirsty?\" He says with a smile, \"Torsten's cooking up a fine stew, got some imports from Solstheim, some good stuff.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Both. Been traveling all the way from Winterhold. Made a few stops from Windhelm to Whiterun, then finally here. I'll have a bowl of that stew and a flagon of the strongest mead you Nords have, light on the foam.\" Lenore leaned on the counter.\n\n\"Also, how much for a room? Maybe 4 nights?\" She added."
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "He laughs, \"Torsten! A bowl of stew, please!\" He looks back at her, filling a flagon using a keg under the bar, \"I'm actually not a Nord, I'm from Nibenay, in Cyrodiil.\" He says with a smile, \"Inherited this inn from a woman who took care of me during my travels.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"My apologies. It's been a long day. I didn't mean to be rude.\" Lenore replied, actual embarrassment in her tone of voice.\n\n\"Well it's a fine inn you have, Riverwood seems like a nic÷ place. How much for the rooms again? I believe I never got a price.\" She asked for the price of getting a room again."
},
{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I know the plight of travelling, ways on the mind.\" He smiles, \"Glad you think so, it's nice and small, very homely.\" He says, \"Sorry that'll be 40 septims, plus 10 for the flagon, and 9 for the stew, a total of 59 septims.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Seems good to me\" Lenore agreed, counting the cold and neatly stacking it onto the counter.\n\n\"I'll be over at a table, you can show me to my room later... If you want to that is.\" Lenore nodded. She would then take a seat at one of the benches and start drinking the mead. Waiting for her food."
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{
"author": "Kartas Lewinn",
"message": "He nods and continues to work the counter"
},
{
"author": "Torsten Gold-Hand",
"message": "A few moments later Torsten approaches her table with a bowl of stew, \"Here you go, ash yam horker stew, a specialty of mine. Hunted the horker myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Sounds delicious. Thank you for your hard work.\" Lenore gave a nod. She would take a spoon and (spoon?)herself a slurp of the Stew. Blowing on it for a bit then slurping the stew into her mouth. She herself was a decent cook, so maybe she could tell what herbs or spices he used in the Stew from the taste alone."
},
{
"author": "Torsten Gold-Hand",
"message": "\"Enjoy, it's a family recipe.\" He says, returning to the pot, stirring and adding to it as needed,"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She continued to eat the stew in peace, enjoying her meal and her drink. She usually ate fast as time was important to her. Once done, she felt satisfied with her meal. Even leaving 5 extra septims as a tip for the meal.\n\nShe would make her way towards Torsten. \n\"Where's my room exactly? You never really showed me it.\" Lenore asked."
},
{
"author": "Torsten Gold-Hand",
"message": "\"First room on the left of the bar,\" He says pointing to it, \"Kartas must've forgotten,\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Well I'll excuse myself to my quarters. Thank you for the meal and the hospitality.\" Lenore gave a slight bow and made her way to the room. She was well fed and exhausted. She had plans to read, but all she wanted to do was sleep. Throwing herself onto the bed, she quickly would shut her eyes to get some sleep."
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "Lenore saw the Altmer not far from her, she was surprised of how fast he could drink. She did like the taste of mead, ale, and most other Nord Drinks. Some people complained it tasted like piss or it was not pleasant. Lenore always thought of it as an acquired taste. She would take a seat next to him, keeping her boundaries but not being too far from him. She ordered what she always liked to get, a flagon of Nord Mead; extra foamy. Once she got the drink she took a few swigs before wiping her mouth. \n\n\"What brings a mage like you to Riverwood? Not a lot of my collogues visit here; I thought I was the only one.\" Lenore gave a chuckle. She didn't realize of how cold it was outside the inn; she felt way warmer here than by the river. Still; Lenore was glad she grew up in Bruma out of all places."
},
{
"author": "Mosul Advencius",
"message": "**Mosul would down the rest of his mead, place it onto the table and begin staring at it. He would notive its simplicity, its intricacies, its flaws and fixes. His body stood completely still, as though the cold and nothing else touched him. **\n\n\" I find the simplicity of the area beautiful. I also have detected a strange magical aura in the vicinity, something old and precious. This aura is faint, but its raw potency was enough to draw my old self towards it \" **He sighs now, placing his hand up for another bottle**\n\"Many mages and wizards do not venture far from the safe confines of the college, especially when young. The college is safe for them, a hub of magical potential and loving warmth. As mages get older, they either become blinded by their power or never realise their power in the first place. I don't often leave the college, unless going home or going for a flaggon or to further advance my research through something the college cannot provide. My years have brought enough travels to fill many lifetimes, so the world holds not much more for me. \"\n\" What would a mage of your decent level be doing in the area. I would hope that it isnt nothing out-of-the-norm for a studen of the college? \" **His tone shifts to one of interest, but posibly scolding at the same time. Few are able to tell what manour he is trying to get across, as his face rarely shifts. **"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"I study Nord Culture, rather more into ancient Nord history or ruins. I have dwelled into more of the Dwemer recently; but Nordic Culture is my specialty. You be surprised that Nords have more hidden power in arcana than some are lead to believe. I often take my studies in the college; alone most of the time. I tend to study better when it is just me. Sometimes though, the walls feel... Choking? No... That's the not the term... They feel like a cage. Sure; there's a lot to do in the college. But I often like to take trips all around Skyrim or other provinces to get outside more; explore ruins to uncover what mysterious the past has buried; than send my reports to the teachers. Like I stated earlier, I plan to teach my own class one day.\" Lenore explained before taking another drink."
},
{
"author": "Mosul Advencius",
"message": "\"The dwemer have often eluded me. I have met those who claim to know the truth, those who want to know the turh and those who do not care about the truth. Their mastery of magic and sudden disapearance eludes me, but I believe they are no longer \"Dwemer\" As would imagine them. Anyway, you wish to teach? What would you like to teach? The nordic culture and history perhaps? Tell me about your research, please\"\n**He would now finish another bottle. Infornt of him lay small islands of bottles in a sea of wood, and yet nothing had changed in him.**"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She was surprised, most time other mages laughed at her or made rude jokes about her intreasts. But maybe he was setting up for it? She didn't know.\n\n\"Well, Nords have walls upon walls about the Way of the Voice. You ever heard of the Greybeards? They study the Thu'um as they call it. There's more to the way of the Voice. The Voice of Dragons, or the Dragon Language. There's also been a sayings of the Dragonborn. Mortal's with Dragonblood. Said to learn the thu'um much faster than any mere mortal. There's more to it, but I don't wish to bore you.\" Lenore enthusiasm began to show."
},
{
"author": "Mosul Advencius",
"message": "**Mosuls body language shifted , his torso now fully facing her along with his face. His ears seemingly pricked at the sound of dragons**\n\n\"I have heard of this before. I have actaully seen the power dragonborns hold. I witnessed Martin Septim sacrifice himself and become an avatar to fight against Mehrunes Dagon and his unearthly hordes. I also believe, from my very few interactions with Mankor, that he too may have been a dragonborn, full or lesser I do not know. I have visited High Hrothgar once, entering the temple of the greybeard , during my early years in skyrim. I attempted to ask them questions, but to very little avail. These ideas intrigue me, but since I cannot control them or master them I have very little use with them.\"\n\n** He places his hand up once again, signaling for another few bottles of mead. He seemed somewhat more talkative now, less 'mysterious ancient wizard' more 'friendly teacher' **"
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{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "A sunny day in Whiterun, and a stark-black khajiit is sat in the drivers seat of a covered wagon, humming a jovial tune, only to be interrupted by his wagon wobbling, then falling, as the rear left wheel plops right off, he lets out a laugh then hops off the seat, \"Could be worse, it could be raining, aye Zhub?\" He says to his horse"
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "Laying on a warm rock along the wagon path, a City Orc sits with a warm glow, plucking at a lute with his callused hands. \n\nShei is trying an attempt at his own melody for *Jornibret's Last Dance*. He knows the intro formally begins with a lady's vocals, but enjoys her lyrics just the same as the men's, beginning to softly sing aloud;\n\n\"*Every winter season,\nExcept for the reason,\nOf one war or another\n\n\nShei wasn't phased by the wheel-ed traveller passing by. It wasn't uncommon for a carriage or horse rider to trek through those parts of the territory. What was *Uncommon*, and *Unpleasant*, was the the rocky bumping and *CHU-CHUNK-KUNK* Of the wagon as it hit the ground. The wheel's rolling accompaniment was weirdly pleasant to Shei's ears, however. He could hear it again, if fate allows so.\n\nThe bard stops his playing, subconsciously slinging the lute's leather strap onto his back before heading towards the direction of the sound. \n\nSeeing someone was up and moving made it easier for him to approach. \n\n\"Need any help, friend?\" He projects, maybe twenty feet from the driver. \"I'm no thief. You can search me if you doubt it.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He speaks up, straining while lifting the wheel so he can roll it back, \"Please, Khajiit will need you to lift up the wagon a bit, so this one can place the wheel back on the axle.\" He says, not even realizing his face isn't covered, so the glowing blue stripes are quite visible, the glow is... Unsettling to say the least. His eyes glow the same color, \"I'd ask Zhubhal'jay to do it, but he is not good for anything. This one wonders why I have him in the first place.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "Shei looks at the Khajiit in awe. \n\nAs he meets the rider's side, the orc is mesmerized by the glow, in a blissful state where he forgets that the power of the metaphysical exist for a moment. It was as if the back of his brain was shoving it down so he could process it. \n\n\"...\"\n\nThat face paint he wears must be expensive. And such high quality that it looks as though it really was attached to the traveller's face, naturally. How did it glow? Was it wet? Perhaps some torchbugs had a queen much like a bee's, which was bigger and thus more powerful? And the queen happened to be blue? And ground into a paste to be facially applied? \n\nSpeaking of *More powerful*, the traveller is nearly Shei's height as he *Hunches about the wheel of his wagon*. The man must be as tall as a tree standing straight.\n\nWith an impressed whistle, the orc squats down to push the edge of the wagon further from the ground, a slow breath coming out as he does."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "As Shei lifts up the wagon he gets the wheel in place, then gives it a few solid shoves, moving to the interior of the wagon he grabs a small box, containing a variety of tools, taking one and tightening the fastens on of the wheel, \"Phew,\" He sighs, \"Thank you, sir, for your help. This one appreciates it, a lot.\" He stretches his arms, then coincidentally scratches his forehead, revealing that the stripes *Weren't* In fact something applied to his face, the stripes also seem to go down to his tail, as well"
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "\"No sweat off my brow, really,\" The orc chuckles, straightening out a clumped bundle formed on the shoulder section of his clothing. \n\nAs Shei turns to look at the khajiit, he watches the furry man scratch at his glimmering forehead. \n\nThe bard stares with a spaced expression as his mind connects the dots. \n\n\"Oh,\" He accidentally says aloud, with a quick grab at his own chest. \"...Were you born like that?\"\n\nSucking in his teeth, the orsimer covers his tusked lips. \"*Mighty Malacath*, forgive me. I don't even know your name.\"\n\nHe pantomimes spitting, with a turn of his head and a cringe. \"Ptoo, ptoo! Let me start again.\"\n\nThe orc properly introduces himself, head cocked a tad upwards, to look at the man in the eyes.\n\n\"I'm Shei. I entertain the Companions at that mead hall, Jorrvaskr, you know, in the city? ...What's your name, friend?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He let's out a hearty laugh, \"This one forgets that those who are not from Elsweyr would not know about those who are like me.\" He says, \"This one is a Dro-m'Athra, a Khajiit blessed by the Bent Dance.\" He laughs again, \"I am Ra'Gharesh, a wanderer and bard of sorts.\""
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "\"*Bent Dance*, is that right?\"\nThe orc thinks such label might be an innuendo. Whatever it truly is, has flown over his head beyond the point of him catching it. \nWith a quizzical furl of his brows, the orc snorts and shakes his head in entertained disbelief. \n\nShei performs a soft, honored-to-help bow. \"Well, Ra'Gharesh, I feel that wishing the divines to keep your wagon sturdy will do nothing but vex it, but... May a fellow bard give inspiration for fate to bear luck within your travels.\"\n\nThe orc looks curious to Ra'Gharesh, then to his horse, then to the continuing road ahead. He wonders if the aurora-striped Khajiit is in a hurry. \n\n\"...Where are you heading, *Wandering*, to this day?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Yes! The Bent Dance! A dance without music! Dancing to nothing but the rythm of the beating heart, that of the Dark Moon!\" He says cheerfully\n\nHis face looks angry and he hisses at the mention of the Divines, \"And what have they done for us? Looking down on us like we're lesser, filling our world with light, blocking out the Great Darkness.\" He says, his words are grim, and yet even in anger he sounds happy. \"You may keep Khajiit company if you wish, perhaps we may share a song as well.\" He says with a smile\n\n\"Khajiit wanders from place to place, merely following the roads. Staying in one place is not wise, many groups seek to slay me, maybe even the Companions, someday.\""
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "\"Wh-ow, *Stars above*, that must be so spiritually freeing,\" The orc admires. \n\nFoolish Shei believes it truly *Is* An innuendo, maybe a cultural thing cat-folk do when parties get wild. He respects it, albeit knowing deep in his heart he is misunderstanding. \n\nThe orc smirks at the passion and distaste for the divines Ra'Gharesh expresses, then frowns in concern at his last statement. \n\n\"Hmph. ...Their heads are full of tainted mead if they think that to be wise,\" He mutters. \n\nLooking down, the shorter of the bards grabs at his satchel hanging off his side. \n\n\"If we're keeping company, would you like to pass a pipe before we share songs? I have a blend of dried mountain flowers and honeycomb with me, it's quite nice on the throat. Nothing addictive, I assure you.\"\n\nHe shimmies out his carved smoking pipe, blowing air upon the chamber in case any burnt remains from prior use lingered."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"It is truly freeing, to be able to hear the Dark Heart of Lorkhaj, and the secrets Namiira tells me. It feels wonderful!\" He says with a slightly unsettling smile, \"One secret she told me, it's quite good, if you want to hear it.\" He says, his twisted grin growing larger\n\nHe shakes his head, \"Khajiit must decline, this one prefers not to smoke.\""
}
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{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "\"I hope you don't mind me, as we indulge in the arts of conversation,\" Shei smugly quips, feeling around in his sidebag. \n\nHe pulls out a small wood container holding the herbal mix, and shakes it into his pipe's chamber. After patting it down gently with his thumb, the orc then grabs his tiny makeshift pocket burning lens within the same pouch, aiming a stream of sunlight into the pile. \n\nThe orc puffs slow to wake up a smoke, and his eyebrows rise upon hearing the words \"Secret\", \"Want to hear it\".\n\nAfter a grunt and smoke leaving his nostrils, he gives a look to the Khajiit, as if he were his own late mother when offered a sweet roll; an expression which reads *Oh, that's evil... Gimme.*\n\nHis eyes widen as the cat-man's uncanny smile grows, causing him to giggle like a troublemaking lad. Namiira, sounded familiar. Sort of.\n\n\"Secrets are my weakness, friend! I can't resist, if you are grinning from ear-to-ear, it *Must* Be good...\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He laughs, \"Well, once when I went into Whiterun, Namiira whispered to me a secret...\" He says with a giggle, \"She told me that the Companions have some form of allegiance with Hircine! She told me nothing more but it makes sense, no? I mean Aela is literally called 'The Huntress'! Skyrim's famous group of warriors, a clan of Daedra worshippers!\" He says with a dark laugh"
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "\"*Really*?\" The orc scoffs, tongue in cheek as he thinks. \nHe's read a play or three about such Daedra. Hircine, the father of *Manbeasts*. Hircine's werewolves, and a connection with the Companions? \n\n\"Oh, but that's merely an old rumor! It's... *Ehh*. It's a social taboo to bring it up in the mead hall. I only know that from helping the Haggard sweep and dust the living quarters every Sundas.\"\n\nWith a cloud of smoke to the sky, Shei licks his lips before he continues. \"Vilkas, one of the more valued Shield-Brothers, has a book in his room?\n\n \"...A writer, this Lentulus fellow. He went to the hall on a mission to find insight about lycanthropy rumors and whatnot. And when he arrived at Jorrvaskr, everybody there grew all gouche, pallid, kicked him out before he could even step inside!\"\n\nShei scratches his scalp with his free hand. \"I guess the Companions have aged skeletons in their closet, hm? I wouldn't be surprised, *Who doesn't*? If it's true... They do good deeds, nonetheless! And protect the hold. ...Except Njada Stonearm. She's flat out mean.\"\n\nHe guffaws at himself. \"Now, Njada as a secret manbeast? Heh-Hah! It would make sense, as to why she's such a bitch,\" The orc fake gasps. \n\n\"If she kills me as a beast, sir, I will visit you as a spectre. And materialize a hat so I can eat it in front of your eyes... As punishment for not taking heed to your secret's foreshadowing.\"\n\nThe green one waves a gnat away from his pipe, muttering a silent *You git, g i t,* Under his breath, as if the bug could hear him."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Now why would the Companions, a group of fearless warriors, fear a writer who just wants to look into rumors about lycanthropy? Surely they've fought many werebeasts, no? It should be no problem! That is, unless they're hiding something!\" He says, somewhat triumphantly"
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "Chewing the pipe's lip, the orc raises his brows and purses his. He gestures with his pipe to the Khajiit, tilting his head to avoid smoking in his new friend's face. \n\n\"Hm... You're onto something, with that. I wonder... They should have lied to the man, instead of shutting him out, you know? Say a Harbinger centuries ago had a tragic backstory with a werewolf, and their tale lingers on ever since. Mere idea, is all. The nords there should live a little. Make a fun story up. Change it every time someone asks.\"\n\nShei snickers as he thinks of the possible conspiracy theories out there. \n\n\"I'm afraid my secrets are more to the tune of city gossip. Vilkas' brother is afraid of spiders. Last week, we were all eating dinner, and he wouldn't sit down until someone took care of a spider crawling on the other side of the table.\"\n\nWith an air-pinching hand, the orc pantomimes the bug was about the size of an acorn. \n\n\"Do you have any fears of things like that, Ra'Gharesh?\" Shei asks, nearly finished with his smoke. \n\"Personal example. I don't like slaughterfish. A stronghold sister of mine when I was really little lost a toe to one, when we went to a swimming hole off the Carth River. They're cretins.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Khajiit fears nothing but being stripped of this one's freedom\" He says, \"One of the groups who seeks me, the Twilight Cantors, a group of Azurah worshippers,\" He hisses, then continues, \"They seek out dro-m'Athra such as this one, and exorcise us, make us 'pure' again, strip us of our gifts.\""
},
{
"author": "beelzthebub",
"message": "\"*Azura* Worshippers do that?\"\n\nNot noticing the -h ending to the name, Shei at least understands the concept of those who follow the metaphysical being. Whoever these Twilight Cantors are, they must not like bent dancing. \n\n\"They sound a bit dyed in the wool. I *Hate* When people are conservative like that. Oh... Something expressive, but it's different... Devastating. \"\n\nHe sarcastically looks away from the Khajiit. \"I mean. Expression is *So bad* For us mortals. All must only let Gods be capable of doing that!\"\n\nThe bard taps the dead ash from his pipe to the ground, placing his carved trinket back into his satchel for safe keeping. He sighs, feeling a little more awake. With a quick dusting-off of his outfit, Shei moves his lute to his chest. \n\nA subconscious, faint plucking begins from his fingers. \n\n\"I hope these Cantors haven't been tracking you down, causing you trouble in Whiterun?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Many groups consider the dro-m'Athra a form of Daedra!\" He says, with a chuckle, \"I've never even been to the Dark Behind the Moon! Yes, some mages have been known to summon us, but that's no different from summoning a ghost, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"It depends - have *You* Been summoned like a ghost before? And more importantly - was it fun?\"\n\nThe orc is spiritual, but believes most ghost shenanigans told are moral-based tales, or a smoke and mirrors gimmick to influence people.\n\nHe goes into minor scales on his instrument, and makes a ghostly *Ooooo* Sound from his lips. \n\n\"Now, can ghosts dance?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"I have not, yet. And I hope not to, being bound to someone else's will does not sound like something I would like.\" He says, \"I've fought a ghost before, though, dreadful things, very *Cold*. No fun at all, khajiit was disappointed, it had no personality, just moaned and groaned while blasting frost.\""
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"Then it *Would* Be different - Ghosts ruin the party, while you would start it,\" Shei chortles. \n\nHe notices a string to be slightly out of tune on his lute, adjusting one of the pegs while gripping its neck. Hearing it play smoother, he nods to himself before speaking again. \n\n\"I'm sorry to say I'm *Very* Intrigued; the dro M'Athra - are there any songs sung about this... Darkness, you speak of? Is there any ballad or specific melody you hold dear to your heart?\""
}
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{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"Very few sing of us, as many are scared of us. Most of my... Brethren are a lot more keen on spreading suffering in more *Violent* Ways. You see, we are the inverse of the Khajiit, they are a light of the moons, while we are the darkness of the night. Many are left only with hatred, and lash out violently, I do it through a different means.\" He enters his Wagon, exiting with a drum, \"I use music!\" He says, he drums a rythm, similar to that of a beating heart, \"You see there's one thing a dro-m'Athra cannot resist, and it is the call of music. Since I was small I loved music, dancing around as my parents worked the caravan, selling bits and baubles, I would perform, this one made them quite a bit of coin, and through my love of performance and dance that is how I was changed!\""
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "His face expressing genuine joy at Ra'Gharesh's drum reveal, Shei subtly nods along to the beat of the dro-m'Athra's rhythm.\n\n\"Ah... I see. The *Heart* Is the melody. Oh, how glad I am that your wagon wheel slipped,\" The orc playfully sighs. \n\n\"I'm not going to say I've gone through a majestic transformation such as you have, but I see you *So clear* About the inherent love for music. When I was little, my friends and I saw this traveling show that visited Markarth, and my whole world felt *New*. The fact performance can evoke such catharsis... Yet also a soulful feeling of sanctuary? *That* Is why I live. The art is in my blood.\"\n\nShei improvises a soft riff with his lute, trying to honor the heart-beat drum rhythm."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He continues drumming, \"Music is truly the gateway to the soul, no? A true art form!\" He says cheerfully"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The orc hums along, living for the drum's vibrations. For being in the woods, it is surprising to Shei how powerful each pound is. \n\n\"Out here, I like thinking even flowers and trees enjoy hearing music. Silly, I know. But it must be lonely to be stuck in one place, like a bush or shrub. They barely socialize with the bugs that tend them, and are only able to move through a breeze. Maybe someone yanks them out, cuts them down. Makes use of them. But most times, they just... Sit. \n\n\"Like that Eldergleam, in that Eastmarch cave sanctuary? I've heard the tree is so massive, its roots are sprawled all around, and if you touch them, it's almost as if you can feel the tree breathe.\"\n\nShei bites his tongue. \"My friend who told me about it is also a drunkard. He might have been stretching the truth, but I want to believe it. Have you ever been there?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"The world is quite beautiful, yes. Even in the worst times there is beauty. The shining metals, the flames of war, even blood has it's own beauty. The darkness of the night sky when the moons are hidden is quite beautiful, though I may be biased.\" He sits down cross legged, with his drum sat in the spot between his legs, he continues drumming"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Shei joins the cat-man on the ground, attentive to the dro-m'Athra and his words. He laughs at the supposed bias. \n\n\"Mm. I *Love* Nights. Bonfires, Stargazing. It's the best time for performance, too. I *Will* Say I enjoy the moons out, though. Or when the sky is populated by clouds, and a little parting forms... A beam of moonlight shoots out... Torchbugs and whatnot...\"\n\nConnecting the glow of the daydreamed torchbugs to the glow of Ra'Gharesh's blue aurora'd fur patterns, the orc imagines what a dance with a group of dro-m'Athra looks like in new-moons' darkness. The glowing fur - it has got to look *Spectacular*, beyond Shei's comprehension. \n\nHis tough hands climb up the lute's neck, strumming on his strings as if to mimic his own interpretation of the night through the music. Light, calm, lulling. The drumming is so rhythmic and natural, the orc even begins to shut up."
}
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{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He drums, the rythm being almost hypnotic, \"This one prefers when the night is free of the oppressive glow of the moons.\" He says, \"Khajiit does not mind the glowing bugs, though\""
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Now with his eyes looking down at the earthy ground, Shei only nods in response to Ra'Gharesh. \n\nHe listens to the drum, gliding down to a C minor scale. The lulling lute pattern turns *Ever-so-slightly* Faster, to adjust to the tempo the khajiit leads with. \n\nRolling into a musical fugue in his melody, the orc reminisces, as if his heart is moved by the organic tempo. \n\nShei thinks of the last time he's played music with a fellow bard, purely for the sake of friendly bonding. It was with a Wood Elf poet, who he misses deeply, and doubts still resides in the Skyrim province. \n\nA bittersweet lump forms in Shei's throat, to where he swallows it down and grunts, humming again to avoid getting emotional."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He starts changing the rythm of the drum, going from the *Ba-bum* Of a heartbeat to a more complex rythm, yet still you can feel the heartbeat rythm mixed into it"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Letting his tusked jaw relax, the orc's humming transforms into soft singing. No words, just a delicate support to the melody and drum pattern, using a chesty voice. \n\nThis evolved pattern the khajiit plays is even *More* Captivating, the sensory indeed hypnotic to the orc. His eyes close, letting his nervous system lap up every lovely resonance that carries surprisingly well in their environment. \n\nIn the back of his head, Shei tries to place this Namiira character that this fluffy drummer follows. The name rings a bell - such as that he *Might* Have read a thematic play or tale about them - but based upon Ra'Gharesh's praise of darkness, the orc now titles Namiira as the Daedra... Of the night and new moons, *Oh*, and of bent dancing, and juicy secrets.\n\nShei spaces from his thoughts, letting himself be immersed in the music."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He increases the tempo further, using a pair of sticks that were attached to the side of the drum. The sound almost reminiscent of the drums of war"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The orc segues his melody's scale to a B minor, as if the lute itself feels a tinge of fear. It takes little time for him to shift from plucking strings to strumming simple chords. \n\nShei's phonetics hold onto an air-filled, sustained (ɒ) sound in his vocal presence. He draws each note, his volume seeming to diminish more and more as time goes by, Ra'Gharesh's rhythm taking his complete attention. Stupefied by the sensory, Shei watches' the dro-m'Athra as he pounds his drum with its sticks."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He continues drumming, bouncing between hitting the rim and the middle of the drum"
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{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "The orc still tries to trace where he has heard of this Namiira, finding a hiccup in his brain. \n\n*Be careful dear Sera, \nAs a grave is now dug,\nFor thee Daedric Prince Namira,\nHas a heart of a slug.*\n\n*Be courteous and wise,\nAnd remove all your dread,\nFor-the moment she smells it,\nYou're better off plain dead.*\n\nThose lyrics, how did he know them? A dunmer character? An elderly mage... \n\nShei breathes in sharply. He knew where it was from, and wasn't proud of its origin; \n\nOne of the bad sequels to a series called *Through Thick and Thin, Travels of Tamriel*. \n\nHe had never seen it performed, but read the play with his friends when he was younger. It was convoluted, having two nord brothers and their shenanigans, as well as an elderly, eccentric mage dunmer as their assistant. In the specific play, One of the brothers believes himself to be so ugly that he summons the Daedra while walking home from a horrible date. He tells the Dunmer how mind-blowing the Meta encounter was, resulting in the mage singing such a forewarning.\n\nThe whole thing was horrifically written and inaccurate, and ends with the brother being eaten by his date. Nonetheless, Shei and his friends would try to make melodies for the written lyrics every once and a while when they would study their musical craft.\n\nNamiira. *Namira*. With this memory, he now believed that the Daedra was seductive, and her followers were rumored to eat people that were ugly. \n\nShei stops playing and singing. He is now frozen, thinking that Ra'Gharesh not only might want to eat him, but that he thinks the orc is ugly."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He slowly stops drumming, feeling some tension in the air, \"Is something the matter, friend?\" He asks, tilting his head confused"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"...\"\n\nShei's cheeks turn a little blushed. He has offended himself with his own delusion. \n\n\"My apologies. Ra'Gharesh. Your drumming is sensational.\"\n\nHe swallows, tapping his fingers upon the wood of his lute to keep himself focused. Shei knows he needs to phrase his words as best as possible.\n\n\"It's. Ah... I have tripped over... A rather *Horrible* Set of thoughts, just now. And if my suspicions are correct, I'll. I'll be quite sad.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "\"And what would those be?\" He asks, \"This one hopes he can help.\" He says with a smile, which would be great if he didn't have the teeth of a carnivore"
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "Shei blinks. His emotion is blank, but the blush on his sage skin switches to a more pallid tone after seeing how truly sharp the Khajiit's teeth are. \n\nOh, by the nine, the musical feline has glowing fur, for crying out loud! Does this *Bent dance* Consist of dancing upon the dead? Did Namiira make his wheel fall off so the one person around at the time could help, and be hypnotized by great music and honeyed words, until his end approached in the darkness of night? Was this all planned?\n\n\"...Oh.\" Shei reacts to his racing mind aloud, his eyes watering. \"Oh, you must find me *Hideous*!\"\n\nA melodramatic tear runs down his cheek. \n\"I'm sorry. This Namira I *Have* Heard of before. But the one I know of is the queen of revulsive things. Darkness yes, but not just of the night... The darkness of the *Heart*.\"\n\nThe orc places a hand at his own chest, sniffing.\n\n\"Her followers in Skyrim are rumored to seduce pitiful things and *Eat them* Where no light is near...\"\n\nShei instinctively rises to his knees, and clenches his fists in a pleading stance.\n\nHot tears drip down his chin. \"If the rumors are true, I'll do anything to appease her. I can't be *That* Pitiful!\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He laughs, quite hard, there's a tinge of darkness to his laugh, as it echoes through the area. \"To us khajiit, she is the goddess of the dark and corruption, though to the rest of Tamriel she is seen as the Prince of that which repulses, and that includes cannibalism, althoug she does not require her followers to eat people.\"\n\nHe laughs again, \"I will be doing no eating of people, that is simply not how I worship her.\" He tilts his head as Shei falls to his knees, \"She does not need you to prove yourself to her,\" He says, \"And even if you were truly pitiful and hideous, that means she already cares for you.\""
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{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"*You've performed there*?!\" Shei gasps.\n\n \"By the Hairs of Hircine, I've been with the Companions for a few months now... It's been a little while since I've lived there. Did you perform recently, or was it during a much earlier venture? I feel like I would've remembered someone as tall as you are, glowing or not!\"\n\nHe executes a fusion of a scoff and sigh, thinking of how small the world is. \n\n\"I guess that means there's a bigger chance for another encounter in our futures. *And*, I feel it best once I return to Jorrvaskr... To start writing a ballad about a certain Queen of Darkness, in honor of today.\"\n\nHe stands up, doing yet another dust-off, this time from his shoulders down to his knees. \n\n\"If I head off now,\" He says, looking at the bright sky. \"...The sun will *Just* Be setting once I get to the city gates. I need to procure some firewood before tonight's repast, and it's not gonna chop itself.\"\n\n\nThe orc then offers a hand, in case Ra'Gharesh is ready to get up from the ground."
},
{
"author": "Ra'Gharesh",
"message": "He grabs Shei's arm and lifts himself up, \"It was a month or so ago, stayed there one night, when it was too risky to stay on the roads because of weather.\" He says, \"I suppose this is where we part ways, then?\""
},
{
"author": "Shei the Bard",
"message": "\"O, only for now, friend,\" Shei beams, looking at Ra'Gharesh's wagon and horse, then to him. \n\n\"Make sure you keep that wheel loose for next time,\" He teases. \"And I hope you find somewhere warm to rest tonight. Some of these nights lately have been *Chilly*. If you need any help, or need an ear in the future,\" He points at himself with his thumb.\n\n \"This orc mead-fetcher from Jorrvaskr \nWould be honored to hear from you.\"\n\nThe orc now holds his hand out again, this time to formally shake on it."
}
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{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*La'Khurra, unsuccessful with her last expedition to climb the \"Big mountian,\" Accepted defeat and had started the much suckier journey... Back to Whiterun. She'd find someone to help her, eventually, though as it stands she just wanted to meet anyone. She could do with a nice conversation after her only traveling buddy left her alone at the foot of the mountian. Nonetheless she would almost immedietly procrastinate by taking a seat on the side of the path, looking out to the ever so distant Whiterun*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari was traveling to city of Whiterun when she finds another khajiit sitting on the side of the road. Knowing they would realize that she is not a house cat Ja'nari sneaks up behind her then sits directly beside he acting as if she's been there for a while.*\"It's a nice view isn't it.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*Being well used to more orthodox-sized people, she'd look around for the being that spoke. After a moment she'd catch the Alfiq's head in the bottom corners of her view. Khurra would seem pleasantly surprised seeing an Alfiq, nodding to agree with the cat's sentiment.*\n\"Oh, yes. Certainly. Say, Khajiit has not seen many of her own kind around these parts... What brings you here, Walker?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Predominantly to explore the ruins in province. Along with a few other more minor reasons. Mainly in search of academic gain.\"*Ja'nari says with a slight smile, it had been a while since she has spoke to someone without the intent to feed from them.*\"Theirs many great things to be learned here. Why did you come here?\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"That is neat. Very intruiging, history tends to be.\"\n*She'd look back to Whiterun, leaning back. Her eyes would open a bit as she got asked why she was there. Even though she probably could tell the Alfiq the truth, she very much felt it was better if she didn't*\n\"Oh- err- you know... Everywhere else was just *So stuffy* And every thing. It was only natural This One went somewhere else.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"You are one god awful liar. But you don't have to tell me the real reason. It probably will not be to long before I leave the province. I want to discover everything I can here before I move on. My next destination is hammerfell after I deem I've had enough of this place,\nTo cold for my liking.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*La'Khurra would put on a fake smile and guilty-laugh a little bit, it dragging into a groan as she turned her head toward the sky*\n\"That sounds like a fun little trip. That's- West of this place, no? This One supposes that would be *Quite* The journey.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Yes it would be a long journey and prolly will be some time until I can start a journey there.\"*Ja'nari says as she stretches before sitting back down*"
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Ah. That makes sense. Actually- Khurra has been on a little journey of her own.\"\n*She would sit up and turn her head, then her body. She'd then point her finger over to High Wrothgar, all while getting her tail haphazardly tangled around her leg*\n\"It was... Not a successful one, but one either way. Khajiit would love to get to the top. For, uhh... Reasons. But the last trip resulted in a bit of a tumble and getting turned onto an involuntary albino... No offense-\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari laughs slightly as she hears Khurra had fallen from the mountain*\"Yea a journey to high hrothgar can prove most challenging, are you trying to see the grey beards or is it just some type of pilgrimage"
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Honestly?...The former. This One has a very, very specific question that those bearded greys could only answer themselves. And being stuck without a home or job, it is simply the best thing to do. Though, the view must also be quite nice. Khajiit does not suppose you have any ideas, eh?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Hmmm\"*Ja'nari takes a moment to ponder before responding*\"It could never hurt to seek more knowledge than you currently have. Your best option is probably to stick to your current goal and try to get your question answered.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Agreed. It has been a question held closely to This One once she heard of the Bearded Greys, no doubt only *They* Hold the information. Ah well, enough about Khajiit. What about Ja'Khajiit? In a friendly way, of course. Besides the whole Hammerfell thing, what is it you see yourself getting up to?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"What are you trying to learn their Nordic th'um?\"*Ja'nari asks with a chuckle as she goes on to say*\"I honestly don't have to many current plans. I am going to visit some Dwemer ruins to the north soon, but I have more than enough time for that and I'm not in the slightest rush.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Err, no. It is a long story. Too long of one, better to not trail on for many hours explaining it.\"\n*Khurra'd angle herself to face the fellow Khajiiti, legs pulled halfway up to her chest wit her arms resting atop her knees*\n\"Dwemer? This One's heard whispers of such a group... But her upbringing had little in the idea of dwe- wait no... This One has-...Are they the ones who make the soulless spider machines?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Umm yes. They made many different machines before they disappeared, I personally am trying to find out how they disappeared, if it was a war that caused it, or if they are the cause of their own demise.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Hmm. That sounds very difficult to do, indeed. This One found it hard to-..Nevermind. She wishes you the best looking for this strange group. This One does not like theirmachines very much.\"\n*Khurra would lay back in the grass and look to the sky, sighing and stretching for a few moments with a groan*\n\"Blehhh..\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari tilts her head curiously as she goes on to ask*\"What was you saying? If you don't mind me asking what you found hard to do?\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Disappearing. That was all. Nothing all to complex, especially compared to some of the *Actually* Hard things some people on Tamriel do.\"\n*Khurra would get herself comfortable, rubbing the fuzz of her maw lightly*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Just curious of how an entire civilization disappeared, it's nothing to insane just no one knows how they disappeared. I guess.\"*She says with a small laugh"
}
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{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"No history books talk about it? This One assumes many books have sacred knowledge in them. Khajiit has one that shows her illustrations of food with scribbles next to them-\"\n*She'd return the friendly laugh, hoping to find comedy in being unable to read*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Some books touch in them, but no one has found a clear answer to how they disappeared.\"*Ja'nari laughs slightly at the home about the scribbles*"
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"That is... Very strange. Surely there has to be *Something somewhere* About the disappearance of these dwarf people. The way you deecribe it... It sounds like one of those story books where one person is just never brought up again. Khajiit refuses to believe a big group would just *Go away*....Yet the Thalmor cannot.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"That's what you would think but theirs nothing, an entire race just disappeared. It was a long time ago and it makes it a curious mystery. I know thalmor would not have been able to make a civilization disappear like that. I personally think it was something they done to themselves, but it is possible the falmer that they enslaved could have destroyed them but I find it unlikely.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Baffling.\"\n*Khurra would wince and hold her belly after hearing it growl at her, taking a deep breath*\n\"Right... That is a thing This One has to worry about. Kind of forgot about that... Maybe that tumble *Did* Do something to Khajiit's head..\""
}
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{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Hearing her stomach growl Ja'nari looks over curiously, it had been a while since she's heard someone's stomach growl and it somewhat surprised her*\"Are you hungry, I have some bread that might still be good. I don't need it anyways.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*Her eyes would light up as she peered over, sitting up somewhat hastily and eyeing the cat down for the food*\n\"Oh- ah- bread. Y-you know, Khajiit would very much enjoy such a thing right now. Yes yes YES please!\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari goes into her satchel and pulls out a piece of bread and hands it to her*\"Always glad to help another khajiit, here everyone is out to get us simply for looking the way do, has to be some help for one another.\""
}
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{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*For her next magic trick, Khurra will make this bread chunk disappear before Ja'Nari's very eyes! Khurra would stuff all she could into her maw, getting slightly flushed as she looks at the Khajiit. She would continue to talk as she chewed, only being somewhat understandable*\n*That- true, is it not? Thid One get many weird look from peoble around the White Run-\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Yes, it's because their jealous. So, I have a question. Would you be willing to trade more food, for some food for me? If you agree I'll go into more details, I've grown somewhat peckish throughout our conversation.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*She'd stop mid gobble and stare down with wide eyes, pulling the glob out of her maw and pinching it between her two fingers*\n\"Oh... Did you-..Want some? What is it you mean, exactly?\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"I will give you five loafs of bread, if you allow me to drink, scream, run, or threaten to tell the guards and this is where you die. If you are wondering what I would like to drink, well.\"*Ja'nari shows her fangs in an attempt to reveal that she is a vampire*\"I apologize, your out here alone and somewhat of an easy meal, but if you agree to the terms you will be able to leave with extra food, and help a fellow khajiit get her fill as well.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*She'd blink a few times before slooooowly putting the bread back in her mouth, swallowing it after a fair many seconds. She'd clear her throat, looking at the small entity whilst taking her as seriously as possible*\n\"Errrr... Your vampire-osm is not contagious? If not, then-..Yes. But Khurra could not stand being vampiric! This One could maybe- cut her hand, or something. Drizzle the droplets into your mouth-\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari pulls out an empty bottle that is stained red at the bottom and hands it to her.*\"If that is what your worried about use the bottle. It is completely understandable to not wish to be undead, I hated it for the first century or so.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "\"Century? Uff... Life must be... Conciderably boring..\"\n*She'd grab the bottle and place it by her side after opening it. She would unsheath her dagger, hand kind of shaking as she held her other arm out. Khurra would stare for several moments, holding the blade to her hand before looking to the cat and putting the blade down*\n\"Are you sure about such a thing? T-this is all just so sudden! Perhaps- maybe just-..Khajiit does not know! But she is afraid of getting cut!\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"Indeed very boring, that's why I travel.\"*Ja'nari walks closer and pushes the blade against her hand and makes her slide it down slightly and gently to not go to deep*\"See it wasn't to bad was it? Im not asking for much blood, just a pretty good drink.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*The Khajiit would close her eyes and whimper as the blade slid down her fuzzy arm, slicing a fine line along her arm. She would sit almost entirely still and mutter \"Please be fast\" While she did her best to keep calm, the gal having severe trouble with cuts*"
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "*Ja'nari quickly squeezes about two gulps out and then casts a minor healing spell on the cut which she obviously struggles with as is he barely uses restoration. Ja'nari then quickly drinks the blood and smiles before putting the bottle away and giving her the bread that she promised*\"Thank you.\""
},
{
"author": "La'Khurra",
"message": "*Khurra would slowly open an eye to look at the healed wound, calming and opening both eyes as she held the food in her yet-to-be-injured arm.*\n\"Err- yes. No problem, heh-..Errrrrrr... This One needs to learn how to use the restoration magic. Uhmmm... Thanks to you, too. For the food and the healing of the cut. A-and pleasure doing business, Khajiit guesses.\""
},
{
"author": "Ja'nari",
"message": "\"I rarely have use for it, restoration or the food. Yes it was a pleasure, khajiit blood is better in my opinion has the best flavor, but so hard to find other khajiit willing to trade their blood, I don't want to force myself on a fellow khajiit and accidentally turn them without their approval.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "The curious Orc was wandering the plains of Whiterun, following a beautiful blue butterfly.\n\n\"Mr. Butterfly, where are we going? We are far from the road.\" He asked the insect as if he could speak to it. The simple butterfly kept flying around, leading the dim-witted Orc astray.\n\nSoon Ramoore entered a small patch of forest and not long after the butterfly would fly away.\n\nRamoore frowned as his friend now left him alone.\n\n\"Where am I? Butterfly left me alone...\" He sighed and crossed his arms, thinking... Well trying too. \n\nRamoore then saw smoke not far ahead. Smoke meant people, people meant Whiterun. The far distant city was not Whiterun because Mr. Butterfly had already led him to Whiterun.\n\n\"Aha! There's Whiterun. It's smaller than I remember. It was mistaken for a City by dummies. Haha...' The Orc laughed as he stomped towards the smoke.\n\nThe smoke was coming from a camp, the camp belonged to some bandits resting from a recent robbery. They heard the rather large Orc's stomps as he approached the camp. On guard the pair of 7 men stood up.\n\n\"Ah! Whiterun! I finally found you!\" Ramoore called out to the band of men.\n\nThe bandits were dumbfounded, who was this man? No matter, he seemed like easy pickings with their numbers.\n\n\"You're far from home buddy. We can point you towards actual Whiterun, if you do us a favor.\" One of the bandits stepped forwards.\n\n\"I am far from home, my home didn't want me. But this is Whiterun... Mr. Butterfly had lead me here.\" Ramoore protested.\n\nThe bandits held their laughter, who was this guy? He must've hit his head... Or perhaps Orcs were really this dull.\n\n\"Sure buddy, this is Whiterun and i'm the Jarl. Now we ask you for your money, give us all of it.\" He asked, but knowing that the Orc was dumb he was willing to play along.\n\nRamoore sighed. The Jarl was the king of the Nords, King of Whiterun. He must obey.\n\n\"Okay.\" He sighed.\n\nRamoore then pulled out a heavy coin pouch and opened it. The bandits' eyes widened, it was like stealing cand\n\nY from a baby. Literally.\n\nRamoore however started counting.\n\n\"One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... T-ten... Elven...\" He started.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" The bandit scoffed.\n\n\"Counting silly... I mean my lord... I forgot...\" He told the bandit.\n\n\"One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven...\" Ramoore went back to counting."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "A cat arrived at the camp, unseen by the Bandits, it taps the orc's leg with its paw, \"Pssst, hey, big fellow.\" It whispers, \"Word of advice, this isn't Whiterun, it's a camp, and those fellows over there seem to be trying to rob you.\" He says. The cat had a blue patterned cloth on its back, its legs had small bracelets on them, and had some form of jewellery on its head. \"My apologies if I threw off your counting.\""
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "He had a shocked expression.\n\n\"B-but... Butterfly lead me here. It took me to Whiterun.\" He sounded like the butterfly had betrayed him.\n\n\"Hey catass, let this man pay the Jarl his debts. Why don't you buzz off?\" Bandit instinctly called out.\n\n\"Wait, did the cat just talk?\" He added.\n\nRamoore than looked at the money.\n\"Uhhhhhh...\" He groaned."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Oh yes I see the confusion. The Butterfly must have led you to Whiterun hold not the city Whiterun. They get confused a lot.\" He says, then looks at the bandit who called him 'catass', staring directly at the bandit his right paw glows purple, then stops. Behind Jo'Del and Ramoore a black bear appears, \"Say that again, sir? I couldn't quite hear you, cat ears aren't quite as perceptive as you'd think.\""
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "\"I love purple.\" Ramoore pogged when the paw glowed purple.\n\nThe bandits got tense.\n\"What kind of cat is that? When did they have magic?\" One asked.\n\n\"Fuck if I know. Let's just do it the hard way.\" The bandit charged.\n\nAs the bandit was about to strike the cat, Ramoore grabbed him by the neck and growled.\n\n\"NOBODY HURTS THE PURPLE KITTY!\" He yelled.\n\nThe man's face began to turn purple as veins began to bulge around Ramoore's arm.\n\nWith a loud cracked the bandit went limp.\n\n\"I HATE WHITERUN! RAAAAAAHHH\" Ramoore yelled and charged at the bandits. Dropping his gold and pulling out his Battle Axe."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He lowers his head and hisses when the bandit attempted to strike him. When Ramoore charges in he waves his paw, the bear joins the fight. Jo'Del uses telekinesis to collect all the gold back into the pouch, tying it off. Then moves in on the nearest bandit jumping at them, clawing their face then watching as they collapse onto the ground as the Weight of the World spell takes effect."
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "Ramoore would cleave a guy in two as his immense strength was overpowering. The one that Jo'Del was killing finally died from the scratches.\n\nTwo bandits charged at Ramoore, one shoving a spear into his side but Ramoore shrugged it off and would with one heavy sweep cleave the guy's head off.\n\nThe other bandit however was quick and dodged the other swing before clashing against Ramoore.\n\nFour bandits remained and two charged at the cat while the other two would attempt to shoot at Ramoore with range. One a spellcaster and the other a bow user."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "The bear would charge and maul one of the 4 charging at Jo'Del. Jo'Del casts Suppression Field, creating a bubble that prevents magic from being cast, but also damages enemies within. He bobs and weaves between the bandits, occassionally leaping about and clawing at at the bandits."
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "Ramoore finally got done cutting down the bandit that had stabbed him.\n\nJodel would kill the ones that were targeting him.\n\nAll that left were the final two.\n\nThe Mage would try to cast a spell but soon his magic faded away, as for the archer she was quick to roll out of the suppression field but as she looked at the mage who began to burn from the field. Ramoore would sprint at him and lob his arm off before kicking his organs in with a hefty kick. He fell the dead.\n\nThe last bandit dropped her bow and decided to run off. But Ramoore was quick to chase after her, she dropped on her knees and began to lose it.\n\n\"Wait! Wait! Please I surrender! I don't want to die!' She cried out.\n\nRamoore stopped and gritted his teeth, grabbing her by the back of the head and dragging her towards Jo'Del. The Redguard woman kept on crying and crying as she kept of thinking she was going to die.\n\nOnce he got her close to the cat, he would shove her face into the dirt.\n\n\"SAY SORRY TO PURPLE CAT! NOWWWWW!\" He demanded from the woman.\n\n\"Okay! I'm sorry Purple Cat!\" She cried and looked up at the small kitty.\n\n\"Please don't kill me! I-I just wanted to leave! I'm sorry!\" She cried, snot beginning to form.\n\nRamoore looked at the all knowing Purple Cat, what was her fate?"
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Let the woman live. It's not right to kill a surrendering foe.\" He says, cleaning his paws. The bear returns to Jo'Del's side, sitting with a huff"
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "He nodded and let the woman go.\n\n\"Thank you purple cat!\" She cried with joy and ran off, hopefully never to be seen again.\n\nRamoore looked at himself he was bleeding.\n\n\"Ouch.\" He groaned and pulled out a potion, it had a scent of cherry. It looked tiny in his big hands as he drank it like how Shaq drinks a bottle of water.\n\n\"Mmmm Cherry.\" Ramoore sighed with relief as his wound began to heal.\n\n\"Thank you Purple Kitty, I didn't know they were bad men.\" He thanked Jo'Del."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"You're very welcome, sir.\" He says, \"I believe introductions are in order. I am Jo'Del, what might your name be?\" He asks, sitting on the head of the bear for just a little bit of extra height, \"Oh, I believe you'll want this.\" He says, levitating the the coinpurse over to Ramoore"
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "\"J-Jo...\" He paused.\n\"Joe Del...\" He nodded.\n\n\"I am. Ramoore Strongjaw, I am homeless.\"He smiled.\n\nRamoore would then keep on sippin on his potion as he would get the money, that was his money. But he forgot.\n\n\"Thank you Joe Del, but I do not need money for your help. I can make my own money, men with beards tell me to kill big bears and I get shiny coins. Beer, women, and food.\" He told him, offering HIS money to Jo'Del."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Close enough.\" He says, \"A pleasure to meet you Ramoore, although homeless by choice or circumstance?\" He asks, then laughs as Ramoore tries to give him the coin purse, \"That is your coin purse, my friend. You dropped it when the fighting started. I'm quite well off, myself, so I don't need it.\""
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "Ramoore nodded and took his money back, tying it around his waist and giving a pat of approval.\n\n\"My home hated me, they said I was like a rock... But that a rock could do more than me. They scared me away, said I was no good. I just like to sleep in holes, bigger holes with bears, houses nobody lives in, or the ground.\" He told him, seemed like he was from a clan and nobody wanted him in for his lack of intelligence. \n\n\"But I do good, all I want is friends. The butterflies don't ever curse at me or bite me. They sometimes land on my fingers and guide me to treasure or food. I like to follow them a lot.\" He told the wizard.\n\n\"Can you do the purple hand thing Joe Del?\" He asked, like a child wanting to see a magic trick."
}
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{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"It's a shame they thought that. All people have value, as well as something they are good at.\" He says, a warm smile on his face, \"You can consider me a friend, then. Perhaps I can even teach you a thing or two sometime.\"\n\nHe laughs when Ramoore requests him to cast another spell, \"Of course!\" He says with a smile. Instead of conjuring another creature or daedra he casts Candlelight, using his magic to change the color to a similar shade of purple as conjuration magic. The glow goes from his hand to floating above him"
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "Ramoore nodded.\n\n\"I like making friends, but sometimes people pretend to be my friend and try to kill me. So I kill them for trying to kill me.\" Ramoore sighed.\n\nA smile grew on his face as a purple light was summoned. He liked the color purple.\n\n\"Heh... Purple...\" He laughed a bit.\n\n\nRamoore's stomach growled as he tapped his stomach. He looked over to the camp that the bandit's had made and found a chest. \n\nHe tapped his chin and he would look at the lock. It was a bit old, rusty. Gripping it with his barehands, it took a little bit but the padlock gave out and he would then open the chest. Seeing some dried goods, some money, and a bottle of wine.\n\nRamoore started shoving the food in his mouth, then drank it all down with the wine. He drank the whole bottle whole before tossing it behind him and letting out a loud belch before he kept on looting the camp, looking for more food and supplies."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Might as well make use of what they have, they won't be needing it after all.\" He says, looking around to see if there was anything that would interest him. He wasn't hungry, but also looked for food, as well as things to be used in alchemy, and tea... He quite likes tea."
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "He kept on looting through their stuff, pulling out some jewelry and nodding.\n\n\"Shiny, means store people like.\" He told himself as he kept on looting the tents and bags.\n\nHe found a big blue potion of restore magicka, thinking it would be like the blueberry flavored potions he likes to order. He took a sip and spat it out.\n\n\"BAh! No blue berries!\" He said angrily and tossed the potions behind him as it's continents began to spill onto the soil.\n\nJo'Del would find some herbal leaves, (insert name) to be exact. Would make a decent, warm feeling tea."
}
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"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He picks the leaves, wrapping them in a cloth and places them into his bag. He watches as Ramoore pours out the magicka potion, \"Yes I can't argue with that, they taste quite foul sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "Ramoore nodded as he pocketed it some of the baubles to sell.\n\n\"You said you know where Whiterun is, can you lead or point me towards it. Mr. Butterfly had lead me astray. It's okay, sometimes we all make mistakes.\" He asked, as the great city was right behind him."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"It's the big city over there,\" He says pointing behind Ramoore, \"In the distance behind you. I can lead you there if you need, but it's a fairly straight shot from here.\""
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "His eyes widened, but than a frown.\n\n\"But it looks so small, I thought cities were big? Guess they do get bigger when you get closer.\" He sighed.\n\nHe then shook his head.\n\n\"No need, I can make myself be there with my feet. But I thank you... Uh... Jo... Joe Del.\" He nodded and smiled.\n\n\"May you spread your purple magic stuff on all those that hurt you. If you need help or if big meanie is too strong. I will make him pay.\" He offered his... Assistance if he ever needed it."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Say, before you go.\" He says, levitating a bottle out of his bag, \"What's your favorite flavor, just in general.\" He asks, \"I want to give you something to drink.\""
},
{
"author": "Ramoore Strongjaw",
"message": "\"OH that's hard... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...\" He tapped his chin and thought hard.\n\n\"Cherry! No.. Orange... No! Blueberry!.\" He said with confidence.\n\nA pause.\n\n\"I fucked up it's Cherry.\" He said his final answer."
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Cherry it is!\" He says, with a quick move of his paw a small purple portal appears, out of it levitates a small red bottle with an eyedropper cap, he opens the bottle, which sparkles with a light bluish color, dropping a few drops of the red liquid in, corking it, then shakes it a moment, \"There, a nice cherry drink! Enjoy!\" He says"
}
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "She let out another sigh, but seemed to have warmed up to his request. It was obvious that he was desperate, and she wasn't cutthroat enough to leave him hanging with no one else to turn to. \n\n\"Fuck it. Sure, I'll go with you. Would we be able to head out tomorrow at dawn though? Still need to get provisions, that sort of thing. And a bath.\" With her last comment, she gestured at the assortment of blood and muck on her armor. Traveling with the armor in its current state would be beyond unpleasant to her. Possibly to Hyalan too, what with the smell."
},
{
"author": "Hyalan",
"message": "*Hyalan smiled at her answer feeling a great pressure being pulled from his chest* \n\n\"Yes, yes of course! That would be best. As you can see from the state of my cart any provisions I once had for my journey are now useless. And I myself could use a bath from the bandits blood. Whiterun shouldn't be to far from here I believe, I can lead the way?\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Seeing Hyalan's relief more than made up for the relatively lackluster gold reward.\n\n\"Sounds good,\" She answered with a small smile and a curt nod. \"Lead on.\""
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The deer showed no sign of noticing Bjorn, perhaps because the wind blew to the side and not toward it, and thus it didn't catch his scent. But as Bjorn prepared to shoot it, there was a distant, low twanging sound. An arrow flew into the stag's neck from somewhere off to the right, and it stumbled for a moment before falling over- dead.*"
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*A man emerged into view from behind a rock formation not too far away, and he began walking towards the dead deer. A Nord, about average height, dressed in some sort of furs. And either it was a trick of the eye, or his hair was some shade of gray or white.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn was taken back but the sudden kill. It was done quick and a good kill. A shot only an experienced hunter could pull off yet this did not tame Bjorns initial rage. A smarter, calmer man would have waited and continued to watch from afar but Bjorn was young and his feelings overcame him to easily. He would abandon his cover and March towards the deer keeping his gaze upon the nord who he thought had stolen his kill.*"
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{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*The man's friendly gesture and offer to help calmed Bjorns initial rage.*\n\n\"I am Bjorn Battle-Born. And you are?\"\n\n*He knew this man from somewhere but where he knew him from and how was a mystery that lingered in his mind.*"
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"A man of Clan Battle-Born, but I will hold my tongue for now. I am Beldrin Gray-Mane.\"\n\n*And there it was. The gray hair said all it had to- a member of Clan Gray-Mane with the telltale gray hair. He seemed to talk matter-of-factly, polite but flat and stern in the way he spoke.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*He wanted to know the man's identity so bad but when he finally got his answer he cursed his curiosity. He thought it would have been easier for both of them from this point if they had stayed strangers*\n\n\"Of course a Gray-Mane is found lurking in the woods taking what was originally ours. To think I once admired you Beldrin.\"\n\n*He talked in an overbearing and insulting tone of voice trying to hide his initial surprise.*"
}
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{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"It is unfortunate that few between our families remember our history, including you. Clan Battle-Born has never owned these lands anyway, the land we walk on is owned and ruled by the new Jarl, Ulgesh gro-Luruk. Regardless, predators do not spend time to see if someone else wants their prey, they simply attack when they are ready.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn was silent but his face showed an expression of resentment. He spoke in a calmer tone to Bjorn and logically. His elder and better had made a point and if he wasn't a Gray-mane he would've already moved on and admitted that fact but he instead was blinded by his distaste of bloodline.*\n\n\"Hmm... I don't know how my farther could find the patience for you in the Companions. The least you can do is help me find another prey.\""
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Then if you will take my offer, I shall aid you in the hunt. Come. That wasn't the only deer in the hold, and there is still much time before sunset. I can hear a doe's call somewhere towards...\"\n\n*Beldrin held up a finger to the air, turning slowly as he seemed to focus on his finger, or rather its shadow, before he was facing roughly towards the northwest. He then gestured for Bjorn to follow.*\n\n\"...That would be the northwest. This way. I will aid you in finding it, but I will leave it to you to catch it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"Aye. I work to support my kin with the coin I get for wild game. The pelts are valuable for a tanner, Arcadia pays well for the antlers, and either I sell the meat at market or salt it for later. Usually rabbits and foxes, and elk or deer. It's a lot of work transporting larger game, as they have a lot of meat on them. I only hunt bear on occasion, the meat is quite fatty and the bears themselves are formidable. And with Ramondir abandoning his family, I did what I could to support them.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "\"That is kind and admirable of you... Talking about Ramondir abandoning his family. Have you heard much of Tia- I mean Litja lately. I haven't seen her in a few years now.\""
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"She and her brother are doing well. Last I heard, Liltja had gone south to Helgen with her son Tristan, and Kolgruf was serving among the Stormcloaks.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "\"Son?! I didn't know she had a child during her time away? With whom did she have this child with?!\"\n\n*Bjorns once confident and serious tone was replaced with shock.*"
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"She didn't have a child, she found him. Tristan had no parents of his own, so she took him in as her son. He'd be about... Seven years old by now, as she found him two years ago at the age of five. If Liltja knows his birth parents, she hasn't said anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "\"I see... You're brother tarnishes your clans charity and kindness. You and Liltja continue to impress. I sometimes forget you two are Gray-Manes.\"\n\n*Bjorn noticed his calm tone and quietly adjusted his voice yet again with his overbearing confidence.*\n\n\"How far is this bear?\""
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "\"I haven't seen a bear just yet, we are heading to an area where bears are common. And we are getting close. Look ahead.\"\n\n*Beldrin surveyed the land for a second, pointing to a rock face against the hills. Though it was partially hidden by the trees, there was a dark patch behind them that could only be the mouth of a cave.*\n\n\"If the bears are still present, we will find one there.\""
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn remained silent as he followed Beldrin through the woods. He reflected on how Tia was and pondered on how much she might of changed.*"
}
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{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Beldrin continued onward, leading Bjorn behind him, until after a few more minutes of walking the two drew close to the cave. From his packs, he produced a sizable leather pouch, that had the smell of the sea and a salty, savory scent. Opening it, he produced a few filets of cured fish.*\n\n\"Bears may hunt on occasion, but they also forage for berries and catch fish. The scent of cured fish will work well enough, but not as well as fresh fish. The beasts have a keen nose. Find a place to hide, and nock an arrow.\"\n\n*With that, he found a flat rock nearby and set down the handful of salt-cured fish meat, backing off and walking towards a nearby boulder.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn was taking back at the skill Beldrin presented to him. Bjorn himself has never hunted a bear but has only encountered one after him. Already he felt he had learned so much from him. A few years ago Bjorn would be proud to work alongside him but now he can't help but feel mixed feelings. He did as he was told and hid behind a tree decorated in overgrown plants that provided Bjorn further cover.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With Bjorn and Beldrin in cover, there was a few minutes of stillness. Uneventful. Only the sound of distant birds, or the wind blowing through the trees. But, then it happened. Something rustled near the cave mouth. The bushes pried apart as a bear- dark brown fur, quite large even for its kind- emerged. It walked slowly, sniffing at the air, following the odor of fish towards the bait.*"
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Beldrin did not move. He looked over to where Bjorn was, nodding silently.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn was taken aback yet again by the size of the bear. As he looked to Beldrin he realised this was his chance. Careful he pulled back his bow aiming for the heart of the bear but as he adjusted his aim, a loud crack could be heard from under Bjorns foot. He stepped on a stick, snapping it.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The bear abruptly stopped in its walk, looking in the direction of the noise. It changed course, now slowly walking towards Bjorn, sniffing the air.*"
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Beldrin sighed, drawing an arrow back on his bow, taking in a deep breath. He aimed carefully, slowly... With a resounding twang, he fired an arrow into the ground next to the bear. He stood up, allowing the bear to see him.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With the noise, the bear turned sharply at the sight of the arrow, looking towards Beldrin and letting out a roar. It started to run towards him, quickly picking up the pace. It was angry.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorns abandoned his hiding spot as he came out of cover acknowledging what Beldrin had just done. He knew he was competent but that bear was big even for him. All he could do was watch in shock as he saw the bear charging thinking to himself if only he had put his pride aside none of this would have happened.*\n\n\"NO WAIT!\"\n\n*He cried helplessly knowing his call wouldn't halt the bears advance.*"
},
{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*The bear moved fast, very fast. But Beldrin had the advantage of agility. As the bear rushed to claw at him, he leapt back, using the rocks to slow its advance and make distance. He began backing up, signaling for Bjorn to stay put as he continued to draw it away from the cave. The bear, angry at the attack, continued to pursue him behind a large boulder, both gone from view but the sounds of the bear roaring were still audible.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn watched as Beldrin drew away the bear. He knew he should stay put. Listen to his signals but his gut told him to follow. What type of Nord would he be if he allowed him to fend off the bear by himself. He should at least be in viewing distance he thought. Careful Bjorn went in the direction of Beldrin making sure to watch his footing this time and keep a distance so not to be noticed by either of them.*"
}
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{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Beldrin, still taking advantage of the terrain, had managed to climb up a rather large rock, beyond the bear's reach, and he readied a shot at the bear. Pulling back, he let an arrow loose, lodging itself in one of the bear's eyes. Suddenly, he began to raise his voice, hollering and yelling loud and clear.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The bear roared in pain as it struggled with the arrow in its eye. The combination of pain and noise seemed to deter it, as it turned and ran away, still shaking its head from the arrow.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Seeing the coast was clear, Bjorn emerged from the forest noticing the bear running off. He would look around and Notice Beldrin. He felt guilt. His own incompetence lead to this inconvenience. He ate his pride and turned to him.*\n\n\"I... I'm sorry. I should have checked my footing properly.\""
}
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{
"author": "Beldrin Gray-Mane",
"message": "*Beldrin followed behind him with his bow still ready, an arrow in one hand and the grip in his other.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Following the bear's trail was easier than normal- drops of blood stained the grass, leading across the plains. It would take a few minutes before the two came across the bear once more, moving slower. The drops were becoming closer together, as well. The bear seemed to be bleeding out. Now, it was trying to paw at the arrow in its eye, groaning and snorting as it went.*"
},
{
"author": "Bjorn Battle-Born",
"message": "*Bjorn took cover behind a tree. He adjusted his footing ever so slightly. Tightened the grip around his bow and took a deep breath to steady his aim. He noticed how the bear clawed at its eye and noticed the other one still in tact. He knew what he was aiming for. On empty lungs he fired his bow aiming for it to piece through the bears last good eye and far enough through that it would hit something vital.*"
}
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{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "It was a bitter cold morning... \nClear skies were up and the sun rose from the mountains afar. \n\nThere was no breeze, just the cool air nipping at the exposed skin. But an unexpected transfer... Would soon happen. What will unfold?"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"We go with Patrol Goldbroth. But with what we talked about last week. Keep your eyes open these few nights... We need to get these Argornian Twins. I don't want bloodshed, try not to kill them...\" Calina looked at a group of her guards."
},
{
"author": "Whiterun Guard",
"message": "\"But what if they are getting away like last time? Or resist?\" A guard asked, crossing his arms."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"Then take them out... Gotta show the rest of these thieves we are not going to go easy on them. I have archers spread out. Damn fine ones. Keep your good callouts and let's get these bastards. Whoever captures them first and alive. Gets paid time off and drinks will be me.\" Calina gave a nod to her men."
},
{
"author": "Whiterun Guard",
"message": "\"Gonna be a long night... Hope to get those slimy bastards... Let's go men. Back to work.\" The Sergeant called out."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "With her men now going back to work, Calina looked afar to scan the horizon. Hopefully they would be able to get this thief problem solved... Before more showed up."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Over the horizon was a carriage bearing the banner of Riften, there were discussions going on inside, ones the Whiterun Guard wouldn't be able to hear."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Remember what we discussed, lad. I've got contacts who are reporting trouble getting out of Whiterun, they say the guard there are somethin else. See what you can do to fix that and I'll see you get a good bonus.\" He says, \"If things go south and you squeal, I won't hold it against you. Do what you can to keep safe,\" He places his hand on the guard's leg, \"I'll make sure your family gets the news and stays fed.\""
},
{
"author": "Riften Guard",
"message": "The guard salutes, \"I'll do what needs to be done, sir. And thank you.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "After some times passes the carriage reaches the stables"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"We're here! Stop the carriage!\" He shouts from the back. The carriage stops and Regulus hops out the back with the guard following. He walks to the front of the carriage, he looks to the nord woman, \"Captain Krowviir, I presume?\" He says, extending a hand out to shake"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She saw the wagon approach. A prisoner transfer? No... That wasn't happening until next week. Her requested batch of guards from Morthal? That was supposed to happen in three days.\n\nShe then saw the purple color and a man walk out.\n\nRiften Guards? She never requested from there? But perhaps it was something from Balgruuf or his Steward.\n\n\"I am. Do you have the proper paperwork? I didn't order any guards from Riften.\" She raised a brow and cross her arms. She saw his hand and she for a moment was hesitant to shake it. But she was raised to be honest woman, can't let a personal feeling ruin a first impression.\n\nSo with a stern grip, she shook his hand and awaited the hopefully correct proof of transfer from either Balgruuf or his Steward signing it."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"Couriers are slow these days, huh.\" He says with a chuckle, \"I've a guard here who's going to be working under you for a week. The paperwork should have been here already, who knows what happened to it.\" He says shaking her hand, his grip mimics hers. He then reaches into his sidebag, removing a leaf of paper, \"Thankfully I brought a copy,\" He hands her the paper, upon inspection it is the correct form, filled out and stamped, \"Everything should be in order. We can discuss more of the specifics behind the safety of your city's walls. I've been meaning to see what all the fuss is about.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "She bit her tongue but he was correct. She always had problems with couriers... Often they were killed by bandits... Or mistake for Imperial/stormcloak couriers. Whatever the case, she took the piece of paper and gave it a read. She checked the date, the handwriting, even if it was the correct stamp. Calina was always about details.\n\nWhile a part of her wanted to be 100% sure that this was signed by Balgruuf or his Steward. They were pretty busy and often... They signed a lot of paperwork. It wouldn't be worth bugging them if they signed a certain piece a paper that they might of not fully read or remembered.\n\nShe gave a nod and would fold it into her satchel.\n\n\"Very well. You can send your man the to the front gate. My men may be confused. Just say \"Codeword is Horsebale.\" They'll know what it means. Easy way to let them know I approve it.\n\n\n\"Safety of my walls? Has my work been spreading that far?\" She had a coy smile and crossed her arms. Looking at Regulus"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"You heard the woman. Hop to it soldier.\" He aid, giving the guard a nod and a shoulder push"
},
{
"author": "Riften Guard",
"message": "The guard nods back, and hustles to the wall, telling the other guards the codephrase"
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"No, not really,\" He says with a teasing laugh, \"More that it doesn't smell like fish and sulfur. That and it's apparently historic, with the Companions being based here and... Is it true the Jarl sits under a real dragon skull?\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "There was three code words she used to help tell her men who was good, who needed a few eyes, and who needed to be detained.\n\nThe first codeword was \"Greenhollow.\" Which meant the person was clean and go ood to go. Nothing needed to happen. \n\nThe second was Horsebale. Which meant let them pass, but keep an eye on them. This wasn't a full on stalk them until they do something. More of, keep your eyes open for this one. It was a good way to warn her men of suspicious. \n\nFinally there was Horkerjail. This was rarely used as Calina had a lot of damning evidence that the person needed to be locked up or was a threat. The men would let the person through only to surround and detain the person.\n\nCalina didn't have much evidence to go off of. Other than her gut telling her that something was off. Why would they request only one guard? Most are at least a sqaud of 4 or 5. Just one? Didn't seem right to her, this was the first time anything like this had happen. It was also why she begin to questioned why they didn't run it through her or at least tell her in their weekly meetings. Something was off, but again she had nothing to back it up. It maybe must be her being paranoid.\n\n\"Never been to Whiterun eh? Aye. Big dragon skull above him, I've had to make sure it was secured nice and tight so it wouldn't fall on the Jarl's head. As for the Companions, they are great to have on hand if they were not busy all of the time.\"\nCalina answered."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "Regulus wasn't stupid, he knew how this looked, so he had his own plans and plots. Contacts inside and outside the city walls, and his guard are aware of a mere fraction. There's even the chance that he had someone break into the guard captain office and get him any useful information. Although maybe he didn't. \n\n\"Never had the chance to visit, I've got my hands full back in Riften.\" He says with a laugh, \"That's a bit gaudy.\" He says, \"An entire dragon skull, there's some sort of symbolism there.\" He chuckles, \"The Companions do things? I figured they just sat around and feasted the whole time.\""
},
{
"author": "Gamemaster",
"message": "With a experienced thief, he would have gotten past knowledge of her codes. Some patrol routes, and how she manages her guards. It would ge highly likely she would get wind of his corrupt guard."
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"They mostly take local contracts, but have gone out on long treks across Skyrim.\" She gave a shrug.\n\n\"How about I buy you a drink? Only thing to do, give you a bit a tour of the city if you're interested.\" She gave a offer to the man. It was sort of her thing to do with anyone who visited her city would to be buy them a round at the bar."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"I can't say no to a good drink. Does your tavern have Black-Briar? I think I'd be hanged if I drank anything else.\" He says laughing, \"A tour sounds nice, I'll have to offer you the same if you ever come to Riften.\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Krowviir",
"message": "\"I would take that offer, but I'm needed here. I haven't had a vacation ever since I've been Captain...\" She gave a laugh.\n\nShe would then lead to him toward the city.\n\n\"As for Black Briar? We might have a few bottles, but Honeybrew is what most people prefer... I actually prefer it over Black Briar.\" She answered his questioned."
},
{
"author": "Regulus Verus",
"message": "\"That's a crime, I might have to arrest you for that. Honningbrew over Black-Briar.\" He jokingly scoffs, \"You haven't had a vacation? That's no good, all work and no play can drive someone to madness.\""
}
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{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"How far do we have?\" He asks, \"Not to be a whiner but it's been a minute, and I don't like fighting with tired legs.\" He wipes his forehead, \"I'm gonna have to change bandages soon.\" He mumbles to himself"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He followed them \"Sure we can stop.. I can go find some juniper berries if you need!\" He said looking at the two fellows with a smiled \"And karkey can sniff emmout!\""
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"Don't go too far. We aren't far from where I got ambushed on my first attempt. Just a bit further up the path and we'll be able to see the spot. I'm betting he was hiding in the cliffs somewhere.\" *She responded.*\n\n\"So don't go too far, and call out if you need help. This close to their camp they may have a scout or two out around here. And we should stay vigilant while resting.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Yeah I can smell em' from here. The smell of blood and decay, never forgot that smell.\" He says, \"It lingers in the air, stale, like a cloud of fog. Either the wind is blowing the smell toward us, or they're closer than we thought.\" He pats the sword on his side"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He nodded and walked off with the boar . They're withing a distance you can hear their food steps. The cutting of small branches is heard as he gsthers some small sweet berries.. After a while he comes back \"So did you get any glimpses of how many there were? If they were mages?\""
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"I didn't get an exact number. I saw four in the camp, and then there was the scout who ambushed me. And one of the ones in the camp didn't have any weapons and was not as heavily armored as the others, so they *Might* Be a mage, I think.\" *She answered the man's question.*\n\n\"I think our first task should be taking out that scout, if he's still out an about. I'm not sure which weapons you two prefer, but I'm best with my bow, so I can find a high-up location overlooking their camp and shoot down at them while you two attack in whatever way you specialize in.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I don't really do range.\" He says, \"If I need to I'll just throw a rock or something.\" He says, \"I'm better suited for close range.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He nodded \"I like being up close too.. Though I usually sneak up on them.. I am pretty good with a sling though!\" He said chuckling as he held out some juniper berries for the two people."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"Well then, that works out. You two can approach to get up close and I'll deal with threats from above.\"\n\n*She looked around for a moment, keeping watch just in case.* \"Let me know when you two are ready to continue. Our first priority will be dealing with their scout.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Just lettin' you know that stealth ain't my thing either. So if you send me in you can expect that I'm going to be drawing a crowd.\" He says, placing his hands on his sword and dagger"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He looked at him \"Well are you willing to attract their attention while we do this?\" He inquired. \"Maybe karkey can help you.\" He said leaning back on a tree."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"In that case... Odvan and... Karkey, was it?\" *She pointed to the bristleback.* \"You two can approach the camp and make some noise, get everyone's attention, allowing Uvrel to get in unnoticed and drawing their attention away from my arrow fire; or at least splitting their attention. I'm pretty confident in my ability to put an arrow in the head of their mage before they can cast a spell if I can find a high-up spot and climb to it unnoticed.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"I'll get in position, when you're in a spot fire an arrow east, that'll be my signal to get their attention.\" He says, \"How's that sound.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He nodded along \"Sounds good to me! If they start slinging spells just get behind karkey! He knows the drill!\" He said patting the boar.. He stretched abit as he looked at the two. \"So I'd assume I should be in the opposite direction?\" He asked him"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"Take whatever position works best for you.\" *She shrugs.* \"I'm not exactly a strategist. I just think it's smart if we all play to our strengths, and Odvan playing to his and going in loudly will help both you and I play to ours.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He nods, \"I'm not hiding from a fireball by ducking behind a boar. That's just asking to get immolated while it turns into a nice roast.\" He says, \"It may be suited for resisting frost but not fire and lightning.\""
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He looked at them and nodded \"Ehh.. Understandable..\"\nBut then he just continued. \"So y'all ready?\" He inquired drawing out his kukri"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "\"I am when you are.\" *She nodded back.*\n\n\"Let me take the lead at first, I have a hunch where their scout hit me from, and I'd like to get even myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "\"Alright, I'll get their attention at your signal.\" He says, readying his weapons"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "Do we just decide loot?\n\nKarkey follows odvan. The large boar snorts abit as he followed.. He bristleback was ready and just waiting for odvan.\n\nUvrel goes in the opposite direction of odvan . So he could come through the back and attack from a more stealthy position"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives began moving forwards, in the same direction as Odvan, just for a short time. A few minutes before reaching the camp, however, she stops and hold up a hand to signal the Orc to stop.*\n\n\"Over there.\" *She points to a ridge on a nearby cliff.* \"That's the spot where their scout shot me from. I just saw a bit of movement up there, behind one of the rocks. I'm going to try to sneak around and take him out quietly. That spot might actually make a good point for me to shoot down at the camp from, as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He nods, giving a thumbs up, ducking behind a rock to stay out of view"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "The man stays behinds some bushes and waits to hear something go down... He stands around and looks up towards afew reachmen he sees.. But he doesn't go.. Not yet, he waits and just has to hear them yelling about something first."
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives stayed low to the ground, hiding behind bushes and rocks as she went the long way around to get to the Forsworn archer from behind. An arrow wouldn't do for this, as easily as she'd be able to take the man down from this range and angle, she wouldn't be able to control how the body would fall, which could lead to the camp being alerted to the group earlier than planned. Instead, she had drawn her knife from her belt and was attempting to get around to the cliff face and climb it behind the Forsworn archer without him noticing. So far, she'd been unnoticed. Just a little bit further...*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He stayed ducked behind the rock, watching the area, sniffing the air for any differences, as well as keeping an ear out for any unwelcomed sounds."
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "He waited in silence worrying if they were caught.. He stared at the forsworn Infront of him.. He was holding his kukri closely rubing his finger against the blade"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives managed to get right up behind the Forsworn archer without being spotted. Upon closer inspection, he didn't seem to have been paying much attention, instead paying attention to applying poison to a few arrows. Sneaking up as silently as possible directly behind him, Dives pulled her knife up... And plunged it down, into his throat, preventing a scream, the archer giving out wet gasping noises instead. She grabbed the body as it fell, lowering it quietly to the ground, before checking the sight lines.*\n\n*This spot was perfect. She could see Odvan from here, and also had line of sight on the whole camp, unbroken by any structures due to the elevation. An excellent position to take out anyone who could pose a threat to her approaching allies.*\n\n*She reached her arm out so that Odvan could see, and gave a quick wave and a thumbs up. Hopefully he'd see and understand at least one of the two at this distance. Immediately afterwards, she shifted her sights to the biggest threat; the one she thought looked like a mage near the center of camp. Once Odvan made his distraction, that'd be her first target.*"
},
{
"author": "Odvan Beastman",
"message": "He gives Dives a nod, then lets out a loud war cry, charging toward the entrance to the encampment. He picks up one of the spiked logs from an anti-cavalry fortification and throwing it spike first at a pair of Forsworn warriors"
},
{
"author": "tunepd",
"message": "Uvrel heard the scream and snuck up on the two forsworn. He stabbed one in the throat and put his hand over the mouth of the other. He grabbed and pulled him to the ground and stabbed him in the throat as well. He kept sneaking around looking for any who weren't paying attention to him.\n\nThe boar on the other hand was going ham. He went immediately to gore one trying to toss him into another and bucked around like a pissed off centaur"
},
{
"author": "nicoleminerthem",
"message": "*Dives, rather than using some of her own arrows, picked up one of the arrows belonging to the Forsworn archer she had just killed. This one was very obviously poisoned, judging by what the tip seemed to be coated in. She immediately nocked it.*\n\n*Dives aimed towards the Forsworn mage, specifically for a headshot on them. The distance wasn't bad, she'd done well against targets at further ranges before. She adjusted for the wind and gravity, then loosed the arrow, which went speeding towards the head of the unaware Forsworn mage, who had his attentions focused on the Orc.*"
}
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{
"author": "Sweet Shalquoir",
"message": "*As soon as he asked her a question, she almost regretted opening her mouth to say anything at all. She wasn't the most social creature, not by choice, not because she didn't have a talent for speechcraft. The she-elf let out another small sigh, she tucked several strands of wispy white blonde hair behind her ears and away from her face before standing up and crossing the room, still separated from her sabatons. She brazenly pulled out the chair beside him, she was fairly confident that the stranger was harmless, especially in such a public setting. Besides incinerating him at this distance would be a fairly simple task.*\n\n\"Well to start with there's an established bandit fortress... Right, here.\" *She mused, picking up a second piece of charcoal from the table and marking his map. She didn't care to ask his permission before doing so, as was her way.* \"And the ice wraiths cluster in large groups around, here, on the north coast.\"\n\n*She released her sketching implement back onto the table. Reclining back from the map slightly and allowing the stranger some breathing room once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*Ronan just sat quietly watching the Mer's directions as he rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes a bit. Seems he wasn't as familiar with the local area as he thought, hell he'd taken some time to brush up on Skyrim before coming. Oh well, at least he could learn before it got rough, and even if this stranger was very bold, he wasn't one to refuse the pointers. Perhaps fighting him wouldn't be hard, but despite his apparent naivety, he wasn't as much a pushover as he seemed. Once Shalquoir was done, he sighed a bit.*\n\n\"Hmm... Could've swore I had these paths down. Well, better safe than sorry. Thank you, uh... What's your name, miss?\""
},
{
"author": "Sweet Shalquoir",
"message": "*She watched him rub his chin in a perplexed manner. She knew the area around Windhelm very well, in fact she'd been in Skyrim long enough that most of the holds and their surrounding landscapes were quite familiar to her by this point. A good mercenary always knows the lay of the land. She was an enjoyer of maps, dabbling in cartography on a fairly regular basis, especially when wanting to mark down points of interest or potential threats. Although she was slightly taken aback when he asked her for her name, it was an unusual thing, most people just referred to her as 'elf'. \n\n\"Shalquoir...\" *She replied, her white lashed scarlet eyes searched his face for a moment.* \"And yourself stranger?\""
}
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{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*It was a fairly cold day out, snow was falling and the sky was draped in clouds, but nothing surprising to the inhabitants of Windhelm. After all, this was northern Skyrim. Within the walls of the city, there stood Candlehearth Hall, the main tavern in the city. And within that tavern was the resounding sounds of conversation and laughter, punctuated by the crackling of a fireplace. Sat around a table on the second floor was a tall Khajiit alongside three others- a Dunmer, an Argonian, and an Orsimer. They were all dressed in the clothes of rugged sailors, with the exception of the Khajiit. He was dressed in a fine red leather coat with black rims over a cuirass of Elven make, and he was also wearing bracers and boots of identical origin. Hanging from either hip was a sword within an ornate leather sheath, the hilts black and gilded. The Khajiit, gray of fur with green eyes, was enjoying a couple bottles of wine with the others around the table, chatting away the cold and generally enjoying himself.*"
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{
"author": "S'siri",
"message": "S'siri's paws ached as he trudged through the snowy city, the snow slicing his soft paws. His legs began to clamp, giving the Khajiit a headache. He reached the door, clearing his throat expectantly and turning to the man outside the door. \"A little help?\" He asked the man, his tail flicking in irritation.\n\n\"Sure thing,\" The man replied, standing to open to door for the Khajiit.\n\n\"Many thanks,\" He said, his tone empty. He shook as soon as he got inside, walking up to the counter. \"A room, please.\" The innkeeper nodded, waiting impatiently as the Khajiit counted out ten gold. He offered them to her one by one, slinking up the stairs to warm up by the fire. He stretched as he reached the top, sauntering over to the hearth. His eyes landed on a table of people, his ear flicking slightly. Argonian, Dunmer, Orc—nothing out of the ordinary. His sight narrowed in on the Khajiit. A big one. Cathay-raht by the looks of them. His interest was piqued. He positioned himself, staring subtly at the table of rugged individuals."
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*The Cathay-raht took a sip of bright red wine from a simple glass, voicing what seemed to be a quick joke to the Argonian, to which the whole table visibly chuckled. He was looking around the tavern at its patrons almost idly, when his eyes came upon the Alfiq, and his face conveyed surprise. The Cathay-raht looked to the rest of the table and said something before standing up, pushing in his chair, and walking over to the Alfiq.*\n\n*Standing closer his size was put into more perspective, about six and a half feet tall and towering over the Alfiq. He simply pulled a chair from one of the nearby tables and rested it beside the hearth, sitting down again. And then he spoke.*\n\n\"Interesting... Khajiit has not seen an Alfiq for some time. Tell me *Trevan*, what brings you to Skyrim?\""
},
{
"author": "S'siri",
"message": "S'siri stood as to be polite, having to crane his neck upwards to actually make eye contact. \"Yes, not many Alfiq tend to travel from Elsweyr. This one was tired of the life back home. He decided to make new start, to come to Skyrim to get septims. Little did this one know he would regret it in the long run. How about you, hm? Cathay-raht not common in Skyrim, either. What brings you to this dreadfully cold land?\" S'siri asked, continuing to look up at the towering figure. \"By the way, this one is appreciative you recognized him as Alfiq. It was his fault coming to foreign lands,\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Of course, why would a Khajiit not recognize an Alfiq? But regardless, I have come to these cold lands on a business trip with some colleagues. Skyrim is a far cry from warm sands, but it has some unique opportunities for making coin. The war has caused things to change, and I am here to meet that change.\"\n\n*Extending a furred hand to the Alfiq, the Cathay-raht introduced himself.*\n\n\"This one is Sejdah. It is a pleasure to meet you.\""
},
{
"author": "S'siri",
"message": "S'siri took placed his small paw into the other's hand, his little thumb-like toe making the handshake a little awkward. \"Apologies for the thumb, this one was born with these,\" He said awkwardly, withdrawing his paw slowly, adding to the awkwardness. \"This one is S'siri, he is pleased to meet you as well.\" He cleared his throat, \"It's very *Bold* That you would work with war. This one avoids politics and the like, too messy for his liking. But he commends your courage and bravery greatly.\""
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{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"No worries, Khajiit has seen stranger over the years. Well met, S'siri. My life is a dangerous one, but I have grown adjusted to it, and it is not as scary as one may think at first. Windhelm certainly has other opportunities. If you are of the magical sort, then you might find a kindred spirit in Wuunferth, the court wizard to Ulfric. Of course, there is also the College of Winterhold. As for more mundane work, there's the docks. Perhaps they could use an accountant?\"\n\n*Sejdah looked down to S'siri, then over to the adjacent fireplace, and back to the table. The orc looked at Sejdah, to which he simply nodded, and the orc returned to talking with the other two.*"
},
{
"author": "S'siri",
"message": "S'siri chuckled softly, \"Without magic, this one would be someone's pet. The only way he gets them off his back is with sparks. Only if they get too touchy with him, though.\" The Alfiq peered over to the table where Sejdah had been sitting, curiosity rising. \"This one assumes that is your army? Is there more than four; if you don't mind my asking. He always envisioned there to be many men; well, more than 4 at least,\" S'siri yawned, stretching again. \"Apologies. Cold makes this one's bones tense,\" He cleared his throat, \"This one resides in Markarth but came to Windhelm with a small caravan only to get kicked out. Just his luck, too,\" He scoffed."
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Not my army, no. Not an army at all, actually. Those are some good friends who work down at the docks or on local ships. I am in charge of a mercenary company, and we have stopped here to purchase supplies among other things before we return to our voyage. Who was it that kicked you out, may I ask? I don't often struggle with the locals.\"\n\n*He looked at S'siri with a curious expression, tilting his head slightly.*"
},
{
"author": "S'siri",
"message": "\"Most locals are kind to this one. Unfortunately, trading Khajiit aren't too fond of him *Accidentally* Finding a few extra gold in his pocket. It's not his fault that it ended up there,\" S'siri spoke, glancing to the side in embarrassment. \"This one did not mean to, he is accidentally...*Grabby*,\" He muttered, tracing a single claw in circles on the wooden floor. \"Regardless, it's very nice that you and your friends voyage. This one gets far too seasick,\" He chuckled."
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Understandable, as straightforward as it may be when one is used to it, Sejdah knows that a life on the sea is not for everyone. It's truly a pity, there is a certain satisfaction to such work, as challenging and monotonous as it is. To be out on the waves, breathing fresh air, surrounded on all sides by shimmering azure seas- it is almost as soothing as a day spent among the warm sands and vast jungles of Elsweyr. It is not a glamorous life, nor is it a perfect life. But above all else, it is *My* Life. And inspite of its problems and sorrows, I am proud to have a journey to call my own.\"\n\n*He spoke fondly of his life, almost losing himself looking into the fire, watching intently as it fluttered and crackled around the charred wood.*"
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"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "The brave onion knight walked into the bar, a few heads turning towards the odd man with his peculiar armor set. \n\n\"Brrr, it's a cold night eh?\" He commented as he shook the snow off that began to pile onto his armor. The Imperial was not used to this cold of weather, but he had recently payed a quick visit to a Redguard friend, she was doing okay. For now, the wannabe knight stomped towards the bar, pull up a stool and struggling to get onto chair that was not meant for his size. He laid the sword so it could rest onto the bar, and his small metal shield with a spike was placed near him. Siegwind didn't mind Windhelm, though he wish the Nords were a bit more friendy with outsiders, but there was a war going around and he had to understand that tensions are high with the Stormcloaks. But he wanted no part in their war."
},
{
"author": "Andral Noxilius",
"message": "*A weary stranger made his way into the tavern not long after, entering through the first floor into the bar. He was dressed in sturdy-looking leather armor and wore a hide cloak, the hood concealing part of his face. What was visible revealed a bushy, snow white beard; a scarred pair of lips; and a narrow nose. His skin was a bit pale, but perhaps not surprising for an old-looking man such as he. Though he did seem to retain the energy of youth, and had no issue walking over to the bar, looking over to the innkeeper and beckoning in a gruff, low voice.*\n\n\"Evening. Got a bit of beer and an open room for the night?\""
},
{
"author": "THE OnIOn KnIgHT",
"message": "He was a bit shocked by the sudden question, but the jolly knight laughed.\n\n\"Haha, no not yet. I just sat down... I wonder what good ale... Or mead... Might have two or four mugs and a good meal before I call it a night. This place is cold and unforgiving, and those Frostbite Spiders do nothing but make my skin crawl *Ehhck!*\" Siegwind shivered at the mention of them.\n\n\"But. Skyrim needs Heros, and if I am not the one keeping their population under control, who will? I have gotten word of another den that needs clearing. Heading there in the morning to clear the nest.\" He told the man."
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{
"author": "Maesha-Vehn",
"message": "*It was much, MUCH warmer in here. It wrapped her like a thick blanket, providing instant relief to the oh so cold Argonian. She sighed in contentment. It would take her a while to dry off, but she would at least be warm while doing so.*\n\n*It only took her a moment to look back, and then jump in fright, upon noticing the Akavir actually followed her inside. Oh yeah, she also definitely thought him to be some type of Nord or Breton. Possibly Imperial.*\n\n\"O-Oh. Hi.\" *She mumbled, trying to pretend like what she just did was absolutely normal. Her tail slowly swung, before she made her way towards one of the empty chairs, and plopping down.*"
},
{
"author": "Markus Vitruvian",
"message": "\"Relax, you saw the walls this city has. You'll be alright.\"\n\n*The Imperial moved past the Argonian towards the counter, looking over to Elda Early-Dawn behind it.*\n\n\"I'll have a bottle of ale and some stew if you have it. Coin's right here, just a moment.\"\n\n*He fumbled through his pockets for a minute before producing a small leather purse tied at the end with twine. Opening it up, he pulled out a handful of septims and handed them over. In turn, Elda took the coin, reaching under the counter and producing a bottle of ale which he took.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The elderly innkeeper called down the hall, and the faint smell of something cooking wafted through the air.*\n\n\"Nils, a bowl of today's stew!\"\n\n*The voice of an old man, presumably this Nils, called out in response, and after a few moments the man to whom it belonged walked down the hall, carrying a wooden bowl that steamed a bit. It was a sort of brown stew with bits of meat and root vegetables in a thick gravy, along with a wooden spoon. The Imperial nodded, seating himself at the counter and beginning to eat the stew.*"
},
{
"author": "Maesha-Vehn",
"message": "*Maesha readily nodded... As if that would do anything. She'll be fine... Hopefully.*\n\n*She politely waited for the one she thought to be an Imperial to finish his order, and for him to receive it. Once she felt it was open, she also fumbled wi her coin pouch.*\n\n\"I would also like some of the stew, and a few cuts of cooked meat.\" *She wasn't big on drinking. She's heard that it makes people's heads go fuzzy, and she didn't exactly like losing control of herself.*\n\n*She slid the requisite amount of septims over, before tying up her bag, and slipping it away.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Candlehearth Hall was packed, to put it mildly. The snow outside combined with the recent string of murders had made the locals appreciative of warmth and company. One man in particular, chestnut hair and blue eyes with a stocky build, was barely staying atop his stool at the bar. He was mumbling to himself, the other patrons practically forming a half-circle around him. \n\nAnother person entered—a smaller, freckled woman with shoulder-length auburn hair. She walked up to the counter and took her own stool, and started placing an order before...\n\n\"Name's Bjorn,\" The man cut in, clumsily leaning into her and placing an arm around her shoulders. She tightened up, giving him a strange look. \n\n\"Two ales!\" He shouted out, slamming a few Septims onto the counter. He leaned further into the woman's space, keeping her from recoiling with the arm he had around her shoulders. \"Name's Bjo-\"\n\nHe couldn't finish his rancid introduction before a tankard came careening into the back of his head. He jumped from the shock as he turned to face the direction it'd came from, only finding a tall Altmer sat in a stool facing him. \n\n\"She's uncomfortable, mate,\" She sneered, reaching out towards the tankard and willing it to fly back into her right hand. \n\n\"You bitch! You think you can talk to me like that?!\" He growled, grabbing for the axe at his belt and taking three tries to unsheathe it. She calmly stood as he charged forward, swapping the mug to her left hand.\n\nHe went for a wide sweep with the axe. Thanks to their similar height, she was easily able to duck, slam him once in the nuts with a punch, then hit him with the mug on her way back up, and finally hit him with a kick that sent his back to the door. \n\nShe dropped the mug, moving towards him fast as a blur and grabbing him by the shirt. She pulled him back, opened the door, and shoved him out into the snow.\n\n\"Filth,\" She muttered, going and picking up her tankard before ordering a refill, then starting to make her way upstairs."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis just walked into the lower end of Candlehearth Hall. Elda Early-Dawn stood at her post behind the counter. Her demeanor almost as cold as the weather outside.* \"Welcome to Candlehearth Hall. Enjoy your stay, and don't break nothin'!\"\n\n*Katrellis ascends the stairs to the crowded 2nd floor. Just as she reaches the top, she get pushed by a drunk coming down. The force was hard enough she was sent into a fellow patron, causing her to spill her tankard! They turn to face Katrellis, instantly she recognizes the features of an Altmer! Thank the Nine that Katrellis keeps her amulet of Talos hidden. You never know who works for the Thalmor these days.*\n\n\"By the Nine! I am so sorry! Here, let me buy you another drink!\" *Katrellis kindly offers the stranger.*"
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "The Altmer recoiled, glancing down at the stain before looking back up to Katrellis. \"Ah, it's nothing,\" She said with a small smile, giving a dismissive wave with her free hand. \"I've dealt with worse—had to throw an asshole out of here not that long ago for bothering a girl. I will certainly take you up on that drink though, if you're still offering,\" She said with a small chuckle. \n\nOn a closer look, Katriss might recognize this as the Altmer who had thrown out that drunk. She had almost white hair that was short and shaggy, reaching down to her neck at most. Her eyes were a similar platinum hue, and around her neck was a necklace with a spherical milk-white stone in the center. The tunic that Katrellis had stained was pretty obviously cheap: a sleeveless tunic, functional but not definitely not the best quality."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis' eyes became wide with shock!* \"You were the one who threw the drunk! You must have super strength!\"\n\n*She hollers down the stairs to Elda, asking if she could have Nils bring up two tankards of ale. Getting a confirmation yell back, she turns towards the Altmer woman.* \"Shall we try and find a seat in this packed inn?\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Certainly! Follow me, think I see some no one's gotten to yet,\" She said, gesturing for Katrellis to follow her before making her way through. Before long, they came to a round table with two chairs.\n\nMirihil sat down with a huff, chugging the rest of her current tankard in anticipation of the next. Then she leaned forward, crossed arms resting on the table as she said, \"I'm Mirihil by the way. Don't think I've caught your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis extends her hand, gesturing to shake hers.* \"Name's Katrellis Avaron. Nord maiden of Riften.\"\n\n*She smiles brightly at her new friend. One of her favorite things to do, other than going on an adventure, was making new companions! More friends, more to join her ventures, and many more stories to share!\n\nAs they introduce themselves, Nils places down their drinks. Katrellis pays him and the two converse once more."
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Good to meet you,\" Mirihil answered before thanking Nils for delivering their drinks. She took her tankard and offered Katrellis a cheers before swigging from it generously.\n\n\"So, you're from Riften?\" She said as she put her tankard down. \"Nice place. I was actually planning on heading down south to avoid the cold for a while. Ended up getting sidetracked, as you can see. But what's got you in Windhelm? Just passing through, looking for work? Or did you move here?\""
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"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"Aye, I'm here for work. Going to the steward to pick up a bounty in the morn.\" *She smiles softly, but her face still lights up hearing about a new face in the Rift! That means someone she can show around! Show them the beauty of the hold, not focus on the corruption and dirt within the city's higher powers.*\n\n\"The Rift is the most beautiful place I know. Yes, I may be biased due to growing up there most of my life.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Childhood homes definitely retain a certain beauty. I don't think there's anything more breathtaking than camping out in these mountains and looking up at Kyne's Lights, but if someone asked me to compare it to the Imperial City, where I grew up...\"\n\nShe let out a small sigh of reminiscence as she leaned back in her chair, lightly thumbing her amulet. \"I think ranking favorites like that is often far too restrictive. You can love different things equally for different reasons, y'know?\" She said before taking another swig of mead."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis shares her sigh and rest her head on her hand.* \"Deep down inside us all, no matter where we go. Wherever the divines take us. **No where** Compares to home.\" \n\n*She drinks from her ale, then continues to talk about the beauty of home, and of what life can be when beauty is all we see!*"
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Agreed,\" Mirihil said. A part of her wanted to reminisce further, to talk about the bakeries and breweries and temples and shops and sounds and smells—but she stopped herself as all the fond memories bled away into ash-choked war.\n\n\"I live in Solitude now, but it's really not the same,\" She eventually said. \"And I'm trying to convince my parents to leave soon. With the war brewing, I'd like to get out of such a key city.\""
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Katrellis noticed the slight flash of dismay in the Altmer's eyes. She sympathized with her. The Great War cause trouble for all of Skyrim. Making bother fight brother, families and friends turning against one another.\n\nShe pushed the thought out of her head. Taking another swing from her tankard, she reached into her knapsack and pulled out two wedges of cheese, one eider, and bread. She offers Mirihil some.* \"Here, have some. Courtesy of Mistveil Farms. Ha!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil let out a small gasp of excitement, reaching for the gifts with a fast \"Thankyousomuch!\" Before starting to chow down, letting out a hum of pleasure as she took a bite from some of the eidar. \n\nAfter a couple more moments of enjoying the food, she covered her mouth with one hand and said, \"So—Mistveil Farms, that your home?\""
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"author": "katb.01",
"message": "\"Yes! Me and my old man.\" *She smiles ear to ear. Full of pride for her and her father.* \"We own the farm, grow our crops, raise our livestock, and the jarl personally hired our farm to supply the keep with their produce!\"\n\n*That part always makes her eyes sparkle. Having an agreement with the Jarl is quite the high level... Especially for farmers.*"
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Shit, nice,\" She answered, an impressed look on her face. She didn't exactly care for the members of higher society and what they thought of others, but it was clear that Katrellis was proud of this, so Mirihil was happy for her either way.\n\n\"How'd you end up getting on the Jarl's personal paygrade?\" She asked, taking another bite of cheese and bread before swigging down some more ale."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"Pa says it's because of my disposition.\" *The way Katrellis held herself; standing tall, head held high, a smile engraved on her face. One can tell this woman was one who was genuine. She wasn't one with a cock-in-her-walk like the snobs of high society. She was mid class, but that was due to all the hard work she put into life.\n\nShe told Mirihil about all the hard, laborious days tending the farm. Pulling the heavy cart to the city, spending sunrise to sunset selling the produce in the marketplace. About the day she mustered the courage to go to the keep, striking her deal with the Jarl.* \"After Jarl Laila and her court tasted the freshest of our crops, ones we harvested that day, I was signing a contract.\"\n\n*Her eyes sparkling like the stars at night.* \"Everyday, we harvest and I take the yield straight to the keep. Then I get my pay, go to the market, sell the rest, and put the coin in our safe.\"\n\n*She finishes her tankard and calls for Elda. She orders some mead and stew.* \"We have enough gold to be part of high society, in all honesty, we are rich and wealthy. Even so, we do not have any desire to live that lifestyle. We keep our social status at low-middle class, our profits we only use on mortgage payments.\""
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil listened and ate as Katrellis told the story. She nodded in approval when Katrellis made it clear they didn't wish to live a high and mighty life. \"We're alike in that sense then. I mean, I won't pass up some fancy clothes or a fine vintage, but I've never understood the more... Lavish lifestyles. Doing nothing all day but laying on settees and eating expensive fruits, that kind of thing. It seems to me like a bit of a waste, for lack of a better term.\"\n\nShe leaned back in her chair again, having finished the food that Katrellis gifted her. \"Adventuring's not much of an occupation by itself, but I get by. Clearing monster dens, providing an extra sword-arm, that kind of thing. But what I sometimes lack in coin is more than made up in experiences and knowledge.\""
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"We are a dying breed.\" *She gives a cheer to her new friend* \"Adventuring makes a fine pass time. Definitely gives one stories to tell and new experiences to try!\" \n\n*The two sit and talk for hours. Listening to the bard play, watching the patrons mingle, then watching the numbers drop as the night grows long. After a while Katrellis stands, stretches, and prepares to go to her room.\n\nBefore leaving though, she turns once more to the elf.* \"Care to join me tomorrow? I'm picking up a bounty from the steward in the morning.\""
},
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"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"For sure,\" She answered with a yawn. \"Had a bit of a strange job recently. It'd be nice to get back to some normal work.\" With that, she finished off whatever remained of her last drink before standing and starting to stretch."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"Meet me at the counter in the morning,\" *She also yawns and shakes hands.* \"I'll pay for breakfast, pick up supplies at the market, and we can head out.\"\n\n*While walking away, she makes one last comment,* \"Windstream is going to **Love** You!\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Sounds good,\" Mirihil said as she shook Katrellis' hand in return.\n\n\"I look forward to meeting them,\" She said with a small chuckle, expecting Windstream to be a horse or some other kind of mount. A couple moments later, she headed down to her room to get some rest.\n\nThe next morning, she'd be sitting at the counter kitted out and ready to go, armor donned and sword at her hip."
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{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "*Once the light of morning kiss the city, Katrellis rises from her bed. She stretches the sleep from her body, adorns herself in her armor, attaches her weapons, and grabs her knapsack. Doing a quick double check, making sire nothing het forgotten, she leaves the room. Mirihil is already at the bar waiting.* \n\n\"Good morning friend! Ready for today's adventure?\" *Katrellis smiles, placing a breakfast order.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "When Katrellis saw her, Mirihil would be leisurely reading a book at the counter. She'd seemingly already eaten breakfast, and was now just waiting for them to get going.\n\n\"Ah, morning! Yeah, I definitely am,\" She said as she slipped a bookmark into the page and closed the book. \"What kind of bounty are you trying to go for? Bandits, a giant, maybe some sort of monster infestation...?\""
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"I'm kinda hoping for a dungeon crawl! Plenty of loot, draugr to slaughter, and you never know what you'll find!\" *She eats her breakfast, while planning out the day.* \"But I'll take what we can get.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil's brow quirked a bit at Katrellis' words. \"Killing draugr I can understand, but... Isn't looting anything a bit, I don't know... Not too great from a moral standpoint?\" She asked almost timidly. It was clear that she didn't want to be lecturing a Nord on their own culture, just to figure out what the morality of exploring tombs was."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"Oh you don't touch the urns, all the loot comes from the tomb raiders and draugr!\" *She chuckled, seeing the confusion and shock in Mirihil's eyes.* \"Yes there is scum out there that robs the dead, but they usually get what's coming to them.\" \n\n*Finishing the rest of her breakfast, she pays and stands to leave.* \"Well, we should probably get to the keep before all the good bounties are gone.\""
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"Ah, I see,\" She said with a nod, relieved that she wouldn't have to back out to keep a clear conscience. \n\n\"Agreed. Give me just a second, gotta put this back,\" She said as she grabbed her book, quickly going and placing it back in her room before heading back out. \"Now I'm ready.\""
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{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"Off we go to the keep! To fetch us a bounty!\" *Katrellis raises her fist in excitement and charges the door. Holding it open, she lets Mirihil pass. Together they walk to the Palace of Kings.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "Mirihil chuckled a bit at Katrellis' excitement before heading through the door. She took a long, deep breath of the biting wind and drank in the sight of the fresh morning before setting off. \n\n\"So, lemme ask you—if you work on your farm, how regularly do you go out adventuring like this?\" She asked as they walked over to the palace."
},
{
"author": "Katrellis Avaron",
"message": "\"Well, if my Pa didn't shoo me away from the farm some days, I would never have left the Rift.\" *She gives a half chuckle and rubs the back of her neck.* \"He likes tending the farm while I'm either at the market or adventuring. The way he puts it, this farm is how this old bag on bones exercises.\"\n\n*As they walk, Katrellis explains the connection between her and her father. How he occasionally forces her to adventure, saying she shouldn't spend her youth laboring on the farm. She deserves to adventure to enjoy her freedom. Since he was too old to continue his adventures, he works the farm.*"
},
{
"author": "guardian983",
"message": "\"I see,\" She said with a nod. \"My parents hold a bit of a similar philosophy, but they always get a bit worried when I'm about to set off. I try to reassure them I'd never get into a hopeless situation, but... There's always a chance.\"\n\nChances that had recently increased, Mirihil thought to herself. Encountering two Daedric Princes in one year wasn't typically good for one's health. \n\n\"When I'm not adventuring though, I either help out my father in his bakery or my mother with enchanting and alchemy. Might take up one of those as a career if my adventuring days ever come to an end.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*Dasil preferred to drink here. It reminder her of home, even just a little. Most of the dunmer in the city didn't care for her presence. Some hated her for her allegiance. Others appreciated her sympathy. She was in a bit of a rut lately. Just not feeling much at all, even the piercing cold. She was drowning such... Emptiness in a very, very tall mug of mead.*"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "The Altmer would enter into the bar. Noticing how... Run down it was. It was a shame that nobody really offered much to this place. It could use some touch ups, maybe some plants... And some windows.\n\nShe stomped her boots to get the snow off and would make her way to the bar. Grabbing a tool and placing a book onto the counter. The place was dim and somewhat quiet. She saw a few dunmer giving her some stares but she payed no mind."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She looked up to look at her. In the candlelight of the corner she sat in, she looked like a dunmer. Her face was sharp, ears slightly pointed. She stood, her blade cleaved between the floorboard. She wanted to see who had entered.*\n\"Thalmor kick you out?\"\n*She said monotonously, staring down at her.*"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She looked over a had a bit of a laugh.\n\n\"No, I wasn't apart of their fanclub. If they saw what I researched. I would be a disgrace to their race or a heretic to what they believe in.\" She gave a answer.\n\nShe would order a mead, extra foamy and it would be served to her. She would take a big drink from the mug and wipe her mouth before going back to her reading.\n\nShe was reading \"Ancient Nords, relations to Dragons.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She was confused, but almost respected the confidence. To walk into this city, of all places.*\n\"Forgive me, my relationship with your kind is... Tumultuous. Are you from the college? Only place i have heard doing such... Research.\"\n*She sighed.*\n\"The prophecy has been fulfilled, you know.\""
}
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Ah the Vigilants... I've come a across a few of them. Peculiar bunch... I try my best to avoid them. My last conversation with them wasn't that great...\" She would acknowledge the Nord.\n\nThe Altmer would shake her mug a bit and take a drink from it."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Yes, some of them can be rather radical. I just wanted to do some good, it didn't matter to me if you were walking around using the Wabbajack as a walking stick, I wasn't gonna put my life on the line to take it from you. I learned something valuable... That theres always gonna be evil in the world, but it will never prevail, so why be the one to fight it yourself? At least all of the Daedric evil's, they never prevail.\"\n\n*She seemed... A little drunk. She wasn't making much sense at all with her words.*"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Uh huh...\" She gave a nod.\n\nThe Altmer would take another drink, drinking Nordic Alcohol was a acquired taste. Not many appreciated it, well non Nords anyways.\n\n\"I'm guess you were born here?\" She made a rough guess in order to change the subject and get to know more of the woman."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Morrowind. Well... Solstheim. My mother is a Skaal, my father is a Dunmer. Lived just outside Raven Rock. It was a quaint, but desolate little place. Didn't help that I had constant nightmares from a Vaermina cult just down the cliffs...\"\n\n*She ordered a bottle of Sujamma. She loved mead, but she loved Sujamma too.*"
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"Ah Morrowind... I've payed a visit to many of her regions. Vvardenfell may be dangerous to traverse but I manged to look of what remained. What is a shame is the Silt Striders, I've met one. Such beautiful creatures...\n\nAs for that island, I don't like going there... The people and culture are nice... But I get a sickly feeling the more I stay there. Like a bad omen...\" She gave her thoughts.\n\n\"My father was a Dunmer as well... Though I was raised in Cyrodill, Bruma to be exact.\" She told a bit about herself."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"It's something foreigners get there. Always. Just felt like home to me.\"\n\n*She smiled hearing that she was half Dunmer as well.*\n\n\"Oh! Perhaps we're more alike than I thought. I suppose thats why you chose to come to this tavern?\"\n\n*She thought on that for a moment.*\n\n\"Well no... They just wouldn't have liked you at Candlehearth at all.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"I've grew up around Nords, even fell for one while I was raised in Bruma. People think they're nothing but mindless barbarians that only eat, drink, make babies, and die. But I know we'll enough on how a Nord thinks... You just gotta stand your ground a bit, bite back then buy them a beer. But I just never Iiked the vibe there... And yeah I get more then a few stares from some of them. But if you buy them a round they'll might give you a smile.\" She gave a chuckle."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I suppose thats what foreigners think. It's a generally correct assumption, though there are more... Complexities to nordic people. Especially here in Skyrim. Everyone here is a little different, but we're all united by where we live.\"\n\n*She shotgunned the bottle of sujamma in seconds, setting the empty on the table.*\n\n\"Makes me right angry how the people here act. Skyrim doesn't belong to us. We belong to Skyrim. It's not that... False empire's land to rule either.\""
}
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{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"This war is just a whole mess, I just hope it ends here soon. Skyrim is already suffering from the Dominion, a war doesn't help the people.\" Lenore sighed and went to drink from her mug and saw it was empty.\n\nThe bartender walked over and refilled it.\n\n\n\"I'm Lenore...\" She gave her name and offered the Nord a handshake."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Dasil.\"\n\n*She shook her hand, she had large hands but a soft handshake.*\n\n\"War is always bad... I don't enjoy the fighting, the death. My father saw Cyrodiil at its lowest since Pelinal's madness. Its no way for a civilized world to live.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"My father liked to talk a lot about peace when I was younger. He said the days after the Emperor had died were a bit better, until the Dominon decided that wasn't going to happen.\" She told Dasil. \n\n\"But enough of what brings us down... What do you do for fun around here? You work?\" She asked to change the subject."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Fun? This. There's nothing to do here other than shine Ulfric's boots. When I'm not out fighting, I'm right here.\"\n\n*She chugged the remaining bottle of Sujamma, and set the bottle down.*\n\n\"If i want to have fun, enjoy myself, i just go to Riften. Its more lively there.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Riften is a terrible place, but there's always something going on there. Something interesting around every corner.\"\n\n\"Never liked Whiterun. Something about it never seemed quite right. Like there was something lurking underneath. You know the Companions?\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "\"I have... A interesting bunch to say the least. They didn't take too kindly to my magic... But I think they mean well... I hope...\" Lenore gave a shrug and she would look around the sad excuse of a bar."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"When I was a Vigilant I was in Whiterun on rumours of werewolves, the search led me to them. They're werewolves... I'm sure of it. It was a shock to me when my partner shot an arrow... In the morning we found a man where in the night there had been a beast. The influence of daedra... It's everywhere. Around every corner.\""
},
{
"author": "Lenore Valarni",
"message": "She was puzzled and would then think of theories that were adding up, they did show the chararistics of being them... Guess it really did add up.\n\n\"May the Divines have mercy on them... But it's none of my bussniess. They seem to be in control of it since I've never heard of Werewolf attacks in Whiterun...\" She shrugged"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"It's one of the reasons i quit... I hated seeing those who i thought could be trusted, people in power, communing with daedra. I felt as though I just wasn't making a difference. Some of my colleagues were just radical, they just want to cleanse the world...\""
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*Here again. Always here. She was growing a bit of disdain for some of the people in her own city. She was having dinner after \"Patrol\" Which had just become taking note of entering ships at the docks because of her broken arm. She was eating some sort of chicken and saltrice dish, and while not having the Armor on her, she had the Mace.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Stendarr's mercy it's cold out there.\" A man says as he enters the cornerclub, just by looking at him you can tell he's a Vigilant, although he sort of... Holds himself differently than the others, \"Mead, please, Ambarys.\" He says, placing a *Generous* Fistful of septims on the counter, he almost doesn't notice the woman clad in the Crusader Relics, but when he does it's clear that he's *Shocked* About it, he holds his tongue, though."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You been here before? Never seen you...\"\n\n*Her left arm was in a sling, with an amulet of arkay wrapped around it.*\n\n\"Vigilant? First one I've seen in a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I'd say the same about a Knight of the Nine.\" He says, \"I come here quite often, actually. Learn more about the Dunmer people's culture, unlike the other brutes who dare say they fight for Stendarr.\" He says, \"Is there a particular reason your arm is in a sling, Crusader?\" He asks, inspecting the arm, \"If it's broken I can heal it for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"How many decent healers do you think there are among the Stormcloaks?\"\n\n*She set her fork down, next to her Mead.*\n\n\"It's a very long story... All of it. I was a Vigilant myself, though. It began to feel... Fruitless I guess. As though we were doing nothing in the grand scheme of things.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I suppose not many farmers and veterans learn healing, as much as they probably need it.\" He says, \"I don't know much but it's not as if you're dying.\" He begins healing her arm with Healing Hands, \"I think there's a few of us left in the Vigil that feel the same. I've been debating leaving the order, they started allowing those bandits who call themselves the Silver-Hand in, like that will help our dwindling reputation.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Still going to be sore. I never cared for them persecuted the new temple dunmer either. And my father was a heretic so thats saying something, and his Grandfather was a Knight of the Nine. Me? I think we Stormcloaks should push for the Old Gods. Shor, Kyne, and whatnot.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He finishes healing the arm, \"The Thalmor aren't persecuting people for worshipping the old gods, yet. I'm betting if they go after anyone next it'll be Shor.\" He says, \"Then I'd wager the Daedra.\" He continues, \"If they go that route they'd piss of not only the Dunmer but the Khajiit, too. But by that point, if they do succeed in it, they'd have enough power to quell those rebellions. Though I doubt Morrowind will go down easy, and if they do go down it'll be in a blaze of glory. I'm giving the Thalmor too much credit, though. They're still recovering from the major losses they faced in the Great War, my bet is whatever happens in Skyrim, it won't fall in the Thalmor's favor.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"If you want to believe Ulfric, then once the war is over he's sailing to Alinor and burning it to the ground.\"\n\n*She took a long drink.*\n\n\"I don't. He's a fine leader, just not the right one to unite Skyrim against the Empire. It's not all the nord-centric shit. My father was a dunmer...\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I'd pay good money to see an invasion on Alinor, but it's doubtful. If he succeeds it'd be better to focus on building more trust.\" He says, taking a sip from his drink, \"Sure he's got plenty of trust from most Nords, Oblivion I even think he's a good leader. But a lot has been happening under his nose, whether he's aware of it or not, it's still happening.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"What are you here for anyway? I'd lie, say it was for the logs. No, I'm just curious.\"\n\n*She laughed, unwrapping the Amulet from her arm and removing the sling.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I travel, go place to place. I happened to be in Eastmarch and stopped here for some rest.\" He says, \"I prefer the Cornerclub over Candlehearth, the people here are more interesting.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Said it better than i could, i can't stand half the people in that place. Those shatter-shields... Ugh... I let the dock workers steal from them. They're just bad people.\"\n\n*She finished her glass of mead.*\n\n\"And the food here is better. Some have opinions about Dunmer cooking, but i grew up with it.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I'm indifferent to the food, I must say.\" He says, \"And I try to stay out of the local politics, I leave people to their own devices when I can, makes for safer travels and more polite conversation.\" He takes another sip from his mead, \"Some call it cowardly, but I only act when people are mistreated. Lack of mercy is something that is all too common nowadays.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You'd be forgiven for thinking House Dres runs the Docks.\"\n\n*She frowned.*\n\n\"It's almost slavery.\"\n\n*She took the mace and put it on the table.*\n\n\"This mace has killed many slavers.\"\n\n*There was no doubt about what it was. It looked... Perfect, divine. It was the Mace of Zenithar.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I'm sure a Divine Crusader such as yourself could talk the Shatter-Shields into improving their living conditions.\" He says, \"I've spoken to that man before, I feel a bit of pity for him, especially after he lost his daughter, but that is no excuse for how he treats the Saxhleel on the docks. It lacks mercy.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"In time. Something will come. Prophecies, if you choose to believe in them. A Dragonborn is coming, if it's true. That's who should lead us. Then this armor, these weapons... They'll fight for a leader with Divine blood.\"\n\n*She fastened it back to her hip.*\n\n\"Enough about that... What is your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Larios Carius.\" He says, bowing his head, \"Vigilant of Stendarr and Priest of Arkay.\" He smiles, \"And what is the name of the Crusader I am speaking to.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Dasil Winterbourne. It's an odd name... Both of them. My father made them up. I'm a Bone-Breaker in the Stormcloak army. And former Vigilant.\"\n\n*Scouts-Many-Marshes entered. The average guard would've shaken him down or something. Not her. He actually seemed relieved to see her.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Well-met, Dame Winterbourne.\" He says, \"It is is an honor to be in the presence of the Divine Crusader.\" He bows, he of course knows of the legends of the Crusader's Relics, any priest of the Divines worth their salt does"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I felt a calling of sorts after getting drunk with an argonian. I scaled a mountain, fought the former keeper of the relics, and he smashed my arm in with the Mace.\"\n\n*She looked down at her plate.*\n\n\"Just waiting for the time to use it. Test my will, to see if i can even handle it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Well, I would be honored to give my aid when the need arises, Dame.\" He says, \"I would be more than honored to fight by your side. And, not to sound proud, but I feel I would be quite helpful, as I am a priest.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"If cracking imperial skulls is up your alley, then we'll get along. It's... I don't feel bad about it. They Joined the cause of a dying empire, one which outlawed their own gods, or just phased them out. Talos and Shezzar, God's of men. It disgusts altmer, I suppose. I wonder what they think about Saint Vivec...\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"They've always thought lesser of the races of man.\" He says, \"Treat us as lesser, as if we're below them. It's despicable.\" He chuckles, \"And I never was a big fan of the Empire. Even if my ancestor was a great General in Legion.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"My father was a commander in the Legion in the Great War. He was a Dunmer Heretic, he didn't care about Talos, but that treaty was Betrayal. It was all for nothing.\"\n\n*A Stormcloak entered and Whispered into her ear. She nodded and stood up.*\n\n\"There's a Thalmor Ship on the coast. Investigating a Ruin, I think. They have no business rummaging through Nord dead.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"That sounds bad.\" He says, standing up, \"The dead should be left to rest. To not join you on this would leave Arkay most displeased. Whereabouts was the ship spotted? A ship outside Windhelm would be brazen. And stupid.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"More towards the North, between the border between Winterhold and Windhelm. Still close. I don't like the sound of it.\"\n\n*She grabbed the helmet from the table and affixed it to her belt. She left some gold on the table, and a tip, and went outside.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He follows, putting his hood up, \"I doubt the Thalmor would sink so low as to utilize Necromancy.\" He says, fastening his shield to his arm, \"Whatever they're doing, it's definitely bad. And needs to be stopped.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Should be some spare horses at the stable. I have an idea of what they're doing there. Titus Mede used Goldbrand during red ring, they say it ended up in northern skyrim.\"\n\n*She looked down at the ground.*\n\n\"If you don't think they wouldn't use Necromancy, then you know nothing about Leyawiin.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I don't believe I've heard about any necromancy being utilized by the Thalmor.\" He says, \"They're disgusted by necromancy, they have a long history of being against it.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Maybe it was just rumors, reviving their own as zombies. Maybe I'm associating all Altmer with Mannimarco, maybe both. That's not what they're there for anyway.\"\n\n*They would exit the main gates and reach the stables. She mounted a War-Horse, and waited on Larios.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"You mind if I ride with you? I don't have my own horse, I travel mostly by foot.\" He says, somewhat embarrassed"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Well, theres a spare one right there. If you know how to ride that is.\"\n\n*There was a horse, but it looked a bit sickly. And unarmored.*\n\n\"Oh just get on.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Thank you, crusader. And for you information I do not.\" He says as he mounts the horse, keeping his hands at his sides"
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*Off they went, to the north. It wouldn't be on the roads, they didn't go there. They would go around the city and up the coast.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I don't know how you Nords do it.\" He says, shivering, \"This damned cold is unbearable. Makes you wonder why the Empire is sending their troops here in skirts.\" He concentrates a flame spell in his hand, providing himself a bit of warmth"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Even they want to hold onto... Traditions. Maybe.\"\n\n*Cresting a hill, they would see the ship. 2 Thalmor Soldiers were ascending upwards to Sivdur's Respite.*"
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"If they let the Thalmor have their way I doubt their traditions will last.\" He says, \"I bet Saint Alessia will be an unknown figure in due time.\" He says, \"I'll let you take the lead on this.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"This is where they say Goldbrand ended up after the war. *Say*.\"\n\n*She put on the Helmet and dismounted. Without the Fur Cloak, she was the spitting image of Pelinal Whitestrake.*\n\n\"I will focus them. Damage the ship.\"\n\n*Her tone was commanding. She slowly approached the 2 soldiers, shield and mace drawn.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He stays out of sight, lurking in the back waiting for the perfect moment to set the sails on the ship ablaze, he readies a firebolt and waits"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*The two thalmor drew their blades, but they were laughing. The laughter stopped when the one on the left took a mace to the side of his head and his skull caved in. The Female called for help, 5 more coming from the ship, emptying it, and 3 more from the ruin. She would befall a similar fate, the mace breaking her arm and setting her on fire. Another hit from the shield broke her jaw and she hit the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"No time like the present.\" He says to himself, launching 3 firebolts at the sails of the ship, then after moving closer uses lava whip, wrapping the whip around one of the thalmor's heads and yanking him to the ground"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*Their head fell off, obviously, but the heat cauterized the wound, leaving no blood. The ship began to burn, rapidly, the sails were out of commission and the fire had spread to the Masts. One of the 4 remaining on the ship engaged her. She bashed him with the shield, knocking him down. She put the point at the bottom of the shield in his throat, stepping on it to climb over, killing him. The one on the other side received a direct mace hit in the skull, essentially exploding it.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He moves in closer, and when in melee range of the majority of the thalmor soldiers he casts Fire Impulse, releasing a wave of flame centered on himself, and readies his mace for any who survived"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*2 of the three were... Out of commission. The other was burning, a mage. He put out the fire with frost and shot an ice spike in Larios' direction. The three from the Ruin approached. Dasil threw the mace at one, hitting him in the chest. She drew the sword and swiftly stabbed a mage who was trying to burn her. Fire was like a tickle in this armor. She gripped the sword by the blade and put the guard through the skull of the other one.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He raises his shield to block the ice spike, the resist magic enchantment helped defend against the brunt of it, he charges the mage, slamming his mace into their side, then, in case that didn't stop the mage, he uses Sever Magicka to empty the mage's magicka pool"
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*His hit would break the mage's rib, knocking him to the ground. Not dead, but he wasn't going to be fighting back. Dasil grabbed her own mace. It was covered in... Brain... And viscera. She was too. She approached Larios.*\n\n\"Don't kill this one. Find one of the ship ropes and tie him up.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He nods, \"I doubt the rope hasn't been incinerated. Should be some chain there, though.\" He says approaching the ship"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*Looking back at the snow it was like there wasn't even any white snow left. Red with pinkish bits everywhere. Entering the ship it was surprisingly lavish. There was some chain in a corner.*\n\n\"I'm going to check the Captains quarters for anything about why they were here. See if you can get him to say anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He grabs that chain, wrapping it around the mage and locking it with a lock Larios did not have the key to. He squats down, mace in hand, eye level with the mage, \"What were you looking for here?\" He asks in a calm but stern voice."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*He was selfish. He thought maybe he could be let go if he told the truth.*\n\n\"Goldbrand, that Sword the Emperor used when he defeated us. Well I put it too nicely... I dont have another way to put it. Boethiah's sword. Yes, that one.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He sighs, \"Of course you fools were looking to use the Daedra. As if you learned nothing from Naarifin's failure.\" He says. He drags the mage to the ship, calling out to Dasil, \"You were right, they were after Goldbrand!\" He says, draining the mage's magicka again, \"What do we do with him?\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Their brief said the same thing.\"\n\n*She tossed him the chain.*\n\n\"Use that. A Stormcloak patrol was shadowing us. They'll get him.\"\n\n*She approached, looking at him. The only trace of humanity was her voice. She was just the armor. And that armor put pure fear into the mages eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "He wraps even more chain around the mage, trapping his hands to his sides and locking his legs together. He walks to the battlefield and gives the dead Thalmor their rites. A wave of healing magic emanates from him, \"I'm ready to leave when you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*The two stormcloaks that had been tailing them arrived on horseback finally.*\n\n\"By the gods... Did you do this?\"\n\n*They were adressing Larios.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I did not.\" He says, \"Most of the blood came from the Crusader.\" He says, the mace in his hand was almost completely clean of any blood, he points it to the Thalmor vessel, the mage is chained like a rabid animal just outside it, \"One was left alive, you can take him for further questioning or prison, whatever you see fit.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She addressed them.*\n\n\"Take him back to Windhelm. Pray Galmar doesn't kill him too fast.\"\n\n*She already looked cleaner. Less blood. Odd.*\n\n\"Recognize this Cyrodiil for fighting against the Dominion. I dont want him to receive any trouble from us in our territory.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I don't get much trouble from the people here. I'm a priest after all,\" He says, \"But I thank you for your commendation, Dame.\" He bows his head, \"If you are injured, please let me know.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I'm fine. When you wear armor forged by the God's, you tend not to get injured.\"\n\n*She removed her helmet and fastened it to her side.*\n\n\"I'll be going back to the City now. You could go with me, or them. Your choice.\"\n\n*The Stormcloaks... STANK... Bad.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I'll go with you. I've seen enough Thalmor for today, I'd be glad to be away from them for some time.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You said it.\"\n\n*She motioned towards the stormcloaks to leave. They did. She walked towards her horse.*\n\n\"You fought well. I'll spare the recruitment talk, but you fought better than most Vigilants. Say, I've had a report from Riften stating *Immense* Daedric activity in a cave near Riften. Maybe you should give it a visit.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"It'd be a fools errand to go alone.\" He says, \"I've heard of a few different rumors around The Rift. Some even say they heard rumors of Umbra around there.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She mounted the horse.*\n\n\"Some say things end up... Congregating in areas of Strife. Things are waiting for action here. I fear it's going to get worse than war.\"\n\n*She looked out towards the Throat of The World.*\n\n\"Maybe it's fate.\""
}
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{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"It's always something, isn't it?\" He says with a chuckle, \"Shoulda never hoped to live in interesting times.\" He climbs onto the horse, \"Maybe there will be a new hero, blessed by the Divines to save us from this strife. Could even be you, Crusader.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I'm just a Knight. Nothing more. The armor may be blessed, but I'm only mortal.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"As was the Hero of Kvatch, from what I recall.\" He says, \"Just because we're mortal does not mean we can't be heroes.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"The Hero Of Kvatch defeated a daedric invasion. I'm fighting for a rebellion most consider a racist supremacist uprising. I don't know how fondly I'll be remembered.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"A fair point, but you said it yourself, it's wishful thinking to assume the revolt is the end of this countries woes.\" He sighs, \"I'm sure you've noticed the increase in vampire sightings.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"It's what made me quit. A vampire living among solitude nobility did. Dunmer, she paid the city to make us leave. I think she lives in southern eastmarch now, with the hot springs.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I feel sorry for the poor sods. I pray someone can find a cure for the curse, same with Lycans.\" He says with a solemn sigh"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"At least one that doesn't require daedric pacts.\"\n\n*They had been moving for a bit, enough to see the city again.*\n\n\"Their existence is an affront to Divine Teachings.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I agree. Those soul curses are daedric in nature. It's reprehensible, I don't blame many for condemning them to death, but Stendarr teaches mercy, and if there is another way I will gladly give up my life to find it.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"They'll all be condemned to Oblivion anyway.\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"Even if some of them are good... The vampires... They all have to feed.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"Finding a cure could be the key to allowing them in their proper afterlife.\" He says, \"I've heard some vampires have found alternate was to feed, but some prove less effective than others.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I'll believe it when i see it.\"\n\n*They were approaching the Stables now.*"
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"I'm holding out hope, but Soul Curses are famously hard to cure without some form of daedric intervention.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Well, it's done.\"\n\n*She got off the horse and let the Stablemaster take it.*\n\n\"Never speak of this in an Imperial Hold. They'll want answers on that ship.\""
},
{
"author": "Larios Carius",
"message": "\"My lips are sealed, Dame.\" He says hopping off the horse, \"I'll be leaving in the morning to continue my journey. Perhaps we have time for another drink.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Within the New Gnisis Cornerclub, an armored figure was sitting at the bar drinking from a tankard. A suit of insectile chitin, the helmet of which was set aside, revealing his features- ashen gray skin, deep red eyes, black hair, pointed ears- as the unmistakable visage of a Dunmer. At the moment, he was drinking a bit of imported mazte, a cheap beer from Morrowind. He had finished a swig of the drink and sighed, nodding to the bartender.*\n\n\"Many thanks, friend. I am in dire need of this excursion, for only sorrows and anger wait at home.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*A nord entered. Odd attire... Like a Crusader... An old Knight of the Nine. She removed her helmet and sat at the bar. She had pinkish blonde hair. The bartender immediately gave her a cup of sujamma. She seemed to be a regular. She had the Stormcloak Bear on the back of her cloak... But a Red Diamond on her chest. A strange contradiction.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "She was in the back leaning on a support post and was playing with a dagger in her hand. Just simply loitering around when she saw a Nord enter into the inn.\n\nThis was a Dunmer bar, and a nord was entering in? Strange."
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Pleasure to see an outlander appreciating a taste of Morrowind. Your armor is very curious, I have to say. Do you fight in service to the Divines or something?\"\n\n*He looked curiously at the armor, up and down, studying it intently.*"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Outlander... Hmph. Father was a dunmer... Grew up on Solstheim. Mother was Skaal. I fight for skyrim. The Bear represents independence, not Ulfric.\"\n\n*She dodged the question about the armor. But if Tharys was well read, it would be difficult to ignore what it was. The Whitestrake's armor. Chim-El Adabal on the chest, mace on the hip.*"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Neyna stopped playing her dagger. \n\nA Nord acting like a Dunmer? That's like a Altmer acting like a Nord, or a Bosmer acting like a Khajiit.\n\nShe had to hold her laughter.\nA long smile grew on her face and she covered her mouth."
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"And yet you wear the armor of Pelinal Whitestrake, a man who was anything but a mer. Surely you see the irony in your demeanor?\""
},
{
"author": "hal7273",
"message": "I'll wait for Jarrett"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "You go ill ill post after you its a better order"
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Nothing much to say, but for now she was interested into what the girl had to say. She was asking to be treated kind of poorly for entering a Dunmer bar. Didn't help the Dunmer here were... Frustrated with the way some Nords had been treating them. \n\nSo for a Nord to walk in here and act like a Dunmer? It was quiet a show."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*What she didn't know... Dasil was damn near the Guardian of the Gray Quarter. She was a regular here, and one of few guards who ever spent time down there.*\n\n\"Pelinal didn't fight just against elves. He fought for Man. Against oppression. Familiar?\"\n\n*She took a sip on her Sujamma.*\n\n\"The empire is a shadow of It's former self. I won't allow Altmer overlords to rule us.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Not to the Khajiit. He was riddled with bouts of madness and massacred the people of Elsweyr thinking they were mer. If you went to the Khajiit wearing that armor, it would be a grave insult.\""
},
{
"author": "Neyna, the Gentleblade",
"message": "Here she was getting some sort of history lesson by the two. She had to double check her surroundings to make sure she was at a bar and not a library. But with booze and the smell of smoke. She was at a bar, still watching the two debate each other was starting to make her night."
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Never planned to go to Elsweyr. This armor serves its purpose of Fighting Oppression now. Fighting a puppet of Aldmeri rule. The Race of the wearers Father is meaningless.\"\n\n*She seemed quite... Verbose in the subject. The bartender and every other regular had already heard the whole story.*\n\n\"I didn't come here to debate the ethics of a dead demigod, i came here to get Fucked up on my day off.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"And I came to distance myself from recent tragedy, calm my senses for a while. But even so, I have to say- that armor has a very bloody history. Can't ignore that. Well, there, I've said my piece. Ah, I am Tharys of House Redoran. You?\""
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Ah, the goddess of the repugnant and vile. The Vigilants I never cared for. While they may combat undead and lycanthropes, they also don't like the Daedra much. And to put it simply, my people have very different ideas of faith to those who follow Stendarr. Hunting necromancers is one thing, but persecuting one for their faith alone is, ironically, anything but justice. The Redoran family has always been one of fine warriors, of traditions to be preserved, and of honor. My father was a guard captain, and my mother a huntress.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I joined out of some false hope that i would make a difference. I was a fool, put simply. Everything stays the same, it's a worthless battle, evil will always exist. I think the Rebellion is a worthy cause. A righteous one.\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"And frankly, some of the vigilants were psychopaths.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"I find that unsurprising, for the Vigilants to count violent people among them. Evil may always exist, but so does good. The best thing we can do is keep fighting, and I fully intend to. Though I cannot agree or disagree on your cause of rebellion, for it is simply not my fight to join.\""
}
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{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Ah yes, the story of Saint Alessia and her oaths to Akatosh. Dragon blood and an amulet, both destroyed two centuries ago. A lot of good that did for... Who in Oblivion is that?\"\n\n*Tharys looked towards the entrance of the cornerclub with a somewhat irritated expression.*"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Rolff. Or Angrenor... Maybe even both. Racist fools who come down here to hate.\"\n\n*She stood, placing gold on the table for her unfinished food.*\n\n\"Maybe you should teach him a lesson.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Maybe I will. How come someone hasn't dealt with these fools already? One or two angry men against all the Dunmer here- they're picking a fight they can't win.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"One is a \"Respected\" Great war veteran, the other has ties to the shatter-shields. And besides, if any of the dunmer did anything... It just proves their point.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Then I shall go and see what these two nitwits are all about. There is no honor in hiding behind names and stories.\"\n\n*Tharys wasted no time leaving payment on the counter, picking up his helm and slinging it over his back. He began to walk out of the cornerclub, looking back to Dasil.*\n\n\"Feel free to come along, I don't mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I planned to. If another guard saw it they'd break it up. I outrank all city guards, so my order is final.\"\n\n*She followed him out to where they were. The two of them were harassing a dunmer couple, they had knocked over what they were carrying, and called them imperial spies and all their other baseless claims.*"
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Lay off, Nords. You will not treat these people in this manner. The way you act, berating innocent folk living their lives, brings dishonor to your kin and your forefathers.\"\n\n*While he seemed collected so far, it was obvious from Tharys' face that he was upset.*"
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*They were both down, unconscious. Other dunmer were watching. Some were scared. The two unconcious men were beaten beyond recognition.*"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She approached, looking down on them.*\n\n\"I said teach them a lesson.\"\n\n*She balled her fist up.*\n\n\"Not vilify every elf in the gray quarter! What were you thinking? You nearly killed them!\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Tharys looked at Dasil a little confused, before speaking up.*\n\n\"What? I warned them to back off, and they chose to ignore it. It isn't within my power to make someone listen. They didn't take me seriously, and now they've gotten themselves injured. Besides, I'd much rather they pursue me with a vengeance than go after these folks minding their own.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Some dunmer melts a mans face off in the gray quarter after a mere insult? To them you're just the Hand of the Gray Menace! You stopped the problem *Now* But once they hear what happened, there will be more than two racists to deal with!\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"Either they got what they deserved, or I did nothing and they kept harassing these people. If you let someone walk over you, they won't forget that. What would you have me do, invite them to a meal and delay solutions?\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"You were supposed to knock them out, not use whatever magic you used! When you do that... It's attempted murder! I'd be surprised if they even were still alive.\"\n\n*She put her helmet on.*\n\n\"I have no choice. Hand behind your back. Make the smart choice.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "*Tharys was taken aback by the order, and he moved to speak out, but he didn't. He sighed, removing his sheathed sword from his belt and tossing it to Dasil, putting his hands behind his back. For a moment he looked at the unconscious Nords, and the anger in his eyes seemed to fade a bit, and he said something to himself.*\n\n\"*Kaaka sajka ahziss deje saj...*\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She cuffed him with sturdy cuffs.*\n\n\"Hopefully you get a few days in jail and thats it. My advice is don't say anything when they're questioning you. If they find out you came from raven rock, they'll say that they're being \"Invaded.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*A pelt was thrown at him before she leaned on the bars.*\n\n\"A week. And a formal exile from the City. They wanted you executed, so consider yourself lucky.\""
},
{
"author": "Tharys Redoran (No Helm)",
"message": "\"'They' being the two old men I fought with, I assume. So be it. This is the price I must pay for allowing myself to be bested by anger. Still, thank you for the hide.\"\n\n*Tharys sighed, picking up the pelt and wrapping it around his torso like a cloak.*"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I thought on it more.\"\n\n*She sighed.*\n\n\"They deserved it. I would've ended up doing the same.\""
}
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{
"author": "Maesha-Vehn",
"message": "*The wind howled, the skies cried. Drops of icy water rained down like arrows from the god above, pelting anyone unfortunate enough to be cught unawares. The sky itself was a sheet of blank grey, clouds covering it almost entirely.*\n\n*But icy rain or not, the inhabitants of Windhelm pursued their day to day activities as normal. A little rain wouldn't hurt their business. They had lives to live, and they could dry off.*\n\n*Not everyone appreciated the freezing weather, however. The person in question was a short statured Argonian, with long robes swept over their standard armor underneath. Cold was never her favorite, and when it was raining, even more so.*\n\n*She hurried along, traipsing on the cold stone steps, passing by the gatehouse guards. Upon noticing her long, scaly tail, they both shot her untrusting looks, but Maesha was too hurried to get to the warmth of the inn to be concerned about such things.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As the Argonian raced through the gates of the city to find the solace of a tavern or inn, there was only a moment to register what came next. A heavily clothed stranger that had been walking past the gate when Maesha collided into him, knocking both of them off-balance. The stranger let out a grunt as he shuffled on the ground, getting first onto his hands and knees, and then onto his feet as he slowly stood up. A callous voice came from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Markus Vitruvian",
"message": "\"Watch where you are going... Stranger.\""
},
{
"author": "Maesha-Vehn",
"message": "*The argonian raced through the doors, across the slick stone floor... Only to collide straight into a wall. She stumbled back, her lizardy snout a bit sore from the impact, and her entire body dazed, right before she tripped onto her own robe, and face planted. Talk about pathetic.*\n\n*She lay there for a while, the rain pitter pattering onto the back of her hood, before she slowly got up, and turned to get a glance at whatever new building they were making...*\n\n*Only to find that the 'wall' she slammed into was a whole dude. Her golden eyes widened, and her mouth parted. What a great way to get into a new city! Crashing into a local...*\n\n\"I- I am SO sorry. Is... Are you alright?\"\n\n*She didn't speak like a typical argonian, due to both her recent years being taught by her second mentor, and the way her first mentor taught her to sound more... Intelligent to the other races.*"
},
{
"author": "Markus Vitruvian",
"message": "*The stranger brushed a bit of dirt off his clothes with his hands, and now that there was a moment to look. He was dressed in darkly-colored furs that, in the rain, gave of a slight wet dog smell. From head to toe, he was covered in fur- well suited to the cold, evidently- and as he turned to face the Argonian, his face became visible. There was a little bit of age to his face, but he looked surprisingly healthy overall- light skin, ruddy brown hair trimmed into a stubble and goatee, and a pair of dark brown eyes. He looked as stern as he sounded.*\n\n\"I am alright. Are you alright, Saxhleel?\"\n\n*Whoever this man was, he at least knew enough about Argonians to know what they called themselves- the Saxhleel, the people of the root.*"
},
{
"author": "Maesha-Vehn",
"message": "*Thankfully, the man appeared unharmed... Mostly. He appeared much better equipped to face the cold than she was. She shivered just thinking about it. Maybe she should have gotten some fur lining in her armor... Definitely next time.*\n\n\"I... I am fine, thank you. I apologize for knocking you down, but I must be on my way.\" *She politely bowed, then skirted around him, before continuing toward the inn. C-Cold- so cold-*"
},
{
"author": "Markus Vitruvian",
"message": "\"Do not worry. Just be careful next time.\"\n\n*The man tilted his head with mild curiosity, looking in the direction that she moved. His gaze moved to the tavern not too far ahead, and he nodded.*\n\n\"Heading to Candlehearth Hall, then? Speak with Elda Early-Dawn. She'll set you up with lodgings and food if you've got the coin.\""
},
{
"author": "Maesha-Vehn",
"message": "\"I will try-\" *She feebly muttered. She put the warning to use immediately, as she stopped right before her foot would have caught on a protruding stone.*\n\n*That... Was close.*\n\n\"Y-Yes, thank you, stranger.\" *She mumbled again. If she could blush (out of embarrassment) she would be doing so at the moment. Alas, her scaly face could not. She made her way towards the building he suggested nonetheless.* \n\n\"Are... You going to be coming inside as well? Its d-dreadfully cold.\""
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A ship drops anchor at the harbor, thumping against the wooden dock. The crew is there for a moment, then vanishes in a purple flash, save for 3 people."
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "One is clearly different from the others, an elf in expensive clothing. \"Alright you two, you know the drill by now. Lower the ramp and start moving cargo. Our buyer is paying good money for these, and I don't want to lose a single septim.\" His voice is reminiscent in tone of an aristocrat, and demands respect."
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**The Argonians at the docks were fairly quick to attend to the Altmer's ship. Guards stood idly by, watching. Three of their least favorite things in Windhelm; Argonians, Elves, and Strangers. It was a recepie for suspicion. Regardless, the rest of them did their job; Shahvee was securing the boat to the dock. Swims-In-Shallows and Scouts-Many-Marshes were beginning to unload if allowed. Neetrenaza was running a maintainence check, and one of the Nords was manifesting the goods entering the city today.**\n\n**In-Her-Drinks was, as usual, late. She had a red wine bottle, chugging in a hurry and discarding it quickly. The Nord overseer quickly berates Drinks as she approaches, to which she just nods stupidly and waddles on board as the ramp lowers. She looks around for whoever appears to be the Captain. Upon spotting Palomir, she gives him a little hand wave to get his attention.**"
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*A man stood against the stone walls, looking around plainly at the docks and occasionally glancing at the sky. He could only be a Nord- the braided beard, the fair skin and long brown hair combed back in a mane, and the broad muscled build suggested little else, but he also possessed somewhat pointed ears like one would see on some Bretons. Perhaps elven blood. He was fairly handsome, but he was clearly touched by time- strands of gray and white in his hair and beard, his face marred by several old scars, and a leather patch over his left eye. In one hand he held an ornate staff with formations of ice jutting from the top, and in the other a leather-bound journal. A passersby or two looked at him with mild suspicion and concern, but he didn't seem to pay attention to it. All the while he muttered something as he gazed at the clouds, but it was hard to make out the words through the sounds of work.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Keep up the good work everyone!\" He says, turning to one of his hired help, \"There should be a marked crate, make sure the Saxhleel known as Scouts-Many-Marshes gets it, it's a gift,\" His voices becomes stern, \"Don't. Let it. Get lost.\" He then turns to the clearly drunk argonian, he rolls his eyes, \"And what can I do for you, miss?\" He asks, feigning politeness, as he has little patience for drunkards, \"My time is valuable, I'm expected at the Palace of Kings.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**The Argonian woman approaches, until the Altmer can smell the sweet and burning alcohol on her frozen breath.**\n\n\"She is here to wash your linens and clothes.\" **She answers plainly.**"
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*The old wizard's eye hovered over the Altmer sailor and the Argonian dock worker. He wasn't one to interrupt business, but he did seem to pay more attention to them. And still he occasionally put aside his staff to write something down in his journal, only to close it back up and retake his staff. Now he started to walk around the docks, looking around at what was going in or out of Windhelm while sticking to the walls, likely to avoid bumping into any of the deckhands or dock workers.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I have servants to do that, ones who don't reek of alcohol. I'd rather not touch my things, even if to clean it. You have a look about you, I can practically smell the skooma.\" He's spent time in Senchal and other port towns in Elsweyr, he knew the signs, \"You should get yourself cleaned up, before you end up dazed and confused, writhing on the ground, unaware of your surroundings.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Drinks tried to maintain a cheery smile, but the insufferable Altmer was quite irritating. Regardless, the mention of her skooma addiction causes her to lick her lips a bit.**\n\n\"Red wine helps with cold. In-Her-Drinks knows this. Drink before every shift.\"\n\n**Drinks nods, reaching an arm up to grab her other arm.**\n\n\"No linens, then. She will help unload. Where is cargo going?\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*This was going to be a bit of a long wait, the old man thought. He felt a bit of sudden curiosity. What was it this ship carried? From where he stood he couldn't really make out what the deckhands were saying other than when they raised their voices, but he could only glean so much. Why was he curious, anyways? It's not like he had any authority to demand information. He wasn't even affiliated with local politics or economics. So, without much else to say or do for the time being, he continued to look on at the other vessels that had docked. And yet... He felt curious enough to want to know just a bit more. His free hand moved in a bit of a weird fashion, but only a bit, as he began to cast a spell. A bit of magic to sate his curiosity, he felt his senses opening slightly, but not in the usual five senses. Rather, he opened his senses to the presence of enchantments.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Wine only does so much for the cold. And definitely not at the amounts you're drinking. I'm surprised you can even stand up straight.\" He says, \"The cargo is going straight to the Palace, so it can be distributed among the troops.\" He says.\n\nAs Bromfing casts the spell, the shimmer is almost blinding. It's like the ship itself is enchanted. If the ship itself isn't, the cargo-hold is full of enchanted items"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Mm mm mm, goods get documented first. No exceptions. In-Her-Drinks knows this. Not get in trouble again.\"\n\n**Sure enough, all the goods were being inspected by the Nord loadmaster. Neetrenaza was inspecting the cargo for damages and making note of any discrepancies.**\n\n\"In-Her-Drinks assumes you have documents, yes? She will look at them, bring them to loadmaster.\""
}
] | 96 | 685 |
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "*The old man's eye lit up a bit with the newfound knowledge. A ship rife with magic like this, what was it doing in Windhelm? What sort of cargo was it carrying? He hadn't thought of someone enchanting an entire ship, but it could be possible. Even if the other thought were true, they must be wealthy. Or maybe a master enchanter. Or perhaps a talented thief. Curiosity was starting to get the better of him, and he continued to quietly pay attention to the vessel. He simply had to know what was going on, or at least get some idea of it. So far, a vessel either bearing magic or carrying enchanted items. That was not something common at all.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He shouts to one of his mercenaries, \"Did you make sure Torbjorn Shatter-Shield got the papers?!\" The mercenary shouts back with an affirmative, \"First thing he did after lowering the ramp was to hand off the papers to the Harbor Master.\" He then turns to the Nord, who he'd notice eyeing his ship, \"Can I help you, sir?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Seeing as Palomir had everything ordered, and seeing how his attention was diverted, Drinks waddles off, and starts lifting cargo. Without much muscle to her bone, her flabby arms had difficulty carrying more than one crate at a time. But she managed.**"
}
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{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Hm? I'm curious about the craftsmanship of your vessel. Obviously it's well made. But for what reason is it so rife with magic? You don't look like a master enchanter to me.\"\n\n*The old man had a quick, serious tone to his words, and he maintained eye contact with the Altmer captain. Clearly he wanted to know something, and he wasn't hiding it behind other questions or feigned thoughts.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Don't strain yourself!\" He calls to the argonian, he mutters something to himself along the lines of *Or maybe do, perhaps your body might be worth something* Though nobody could really hear it\n\nHe chuckles at the old man's question, \"Have people really forgotten the magic prowess of the great Clan Direnni?\" He says with a powerful self-assured tone, \"The magic you're sensing could be a myriad of things, from the leftover magic of my summoned help to the goods the vessel carries from place to place. Stendarr's Mercy half of the crates that just got unloaded contain some form of magical object or another.\" His robes flutter in the breeze, \"Why do you ask? Are you interested in making a purchase?\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Ah, a member of Clan Direnni, that explains things quite well. No surprise then that this ship is carrying such goods. As for purchases, that depends on what you have available, and whether now is the optimal time to buy. But first, introductions. I am Bromfing Drakenwyrd, a scholar of the College of Winterhold. Who are you, Direnni?\"\n\n*This certainly clarified things- it was indeed wealth that allowed a ship to carry an abundance of enchanted items, and the associations that members of Clan Direnni could probably have, those of mages and traders. The look on Bromfing's face spoke of intrigue and curiosity better than his words did, in spite of the unavoidable damages it had sustained.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Palomir Direnni at your service,\" He says with a bow, \"I am an independent merchant. I'm aware of the College here in Skyrim, and I can assure you my merchandise would be of great interest to a mage such as yourself, I also have things that your College might enjoy\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Really? Perhaps I might inform my colleagues of your services. What exactly do you have on offer at the moment for specific items? Jewelry, bits of armor and weaponry, odd trinkets, anything bearing magic I'm interested in hearing about.\"\n\n*With his staff in hand he readjusted his grip, and with his other hand Bromfing scratched at his beard, right below the eyepatch.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**In-Her-Drinks quietly listens in on their conversation. She too was curious about this Altmer. Particularly in goods that he may come across regularly. Maybe she could convince him sometime to partake in a side business. Everyone likes extra Septims.**"
}
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{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I primarily deal in military goods. Weaponry and armor. Although I also have some more unique goods, alchemy ingredients, alcohol, as well as bits and baubles.\" He says, \"There's even a few historical artifacts, as well as some... Controversial items. Nothing I have is illegally obtained, though. And I can assure you my wares are much better than anything you can get from the East Empire Company.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Very well then, what alchemical ingredients or baubles do you have on offer? I'll need details and specific information before I make any purchases, of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "He laughs, \"I can't possibly list them off the top of my head.\" He says, \"Some from Morrowind, High Rock, Hammerfell. I think we even have some rarer wons from Oblivion. Don't ask how I got them, it's a trade secret.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Peculiar, but intriguing. What's your price for those Oblivion-native ingredients? I should have decent funding for them, and I assure you that I will use them well. Though that might not be needed, you clearly aren't nearly as superstitious as those folks around Winterhold.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**In-Her-Drinks was trying to look busy, but was indeed, invested in the prospect of alchemy. Potions? Ingredients? Foriegn? Surely she couldn't afford to buy them off Palomir. But she would surely like to get her hands on some of that...**"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"So long as you aren't secretly working for the Thalmor I will gladly sell to you.\" He says, \"Extra-planar ingredients are the most expensive, and the price varies depending on the difficulty to obtain them. The cheapest would be those from the Shivering Isles and Deadlands, due to the relative ease to get them. Although some will be more expensive depending on risk and location.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Bah, the Thalmor are a massive pain. And unfortunately we have to deal with a representative at the College. Regardless, I am still interested. Things from the realms of Sheogorath are bound to be the most curious, given the predisposal of the Prince and his subjects to randomness. How much will ingredients from the Shivering Isles and the Deadlands set me back?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Depends on the quantity, of course.\" He says, \"One of each would set you back... A few hundred septims. These aren't exactly cheap, I'm sure you understand.\" He checks the journal at his side, \"I can get you a crate of a few of each for... Twenty-five hundred septims. That'll get you a bit of everything from the Isles and Deadlands, as well as a few of the rarer ingredients, such as Hearts of Order, for only a slight upcharge.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Twenty-five hundred, twenty-five hundred... A bit costly, but I can work with that. Once I've returned to the College, I'll send you the money, and you can just send the shipments my way. I can also supply a bit more gold to cover the costs of transport if need be.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"They'll be there in a weeks time. I'll be in Windhelm for a while. I have a... Prolonged interest in the state of this country.\" He says, there's a certain undertone to what he's saying, \"The crates have protective magic on them,\" He says, writing something in his journal, \"You'll need this to open it, it's an incantation.\" He says, handing Bromfing an envelope, \"It's a scroll, and will only work once, of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Bromfing Drakenwyrd",
"message": "\"Very well, I'm sure that I can expect it to arrive intact. Now then, perhaps now would be the ideal time to continue with my daily business, I must speak with Wuunferth on similar matters pertaining to my work. Good day, Palomir Direnni, and if things go well I'm sure my colleagues would be interested in your wares as well.\"\n\n*With the purchase asserted, Bromfing turned away and began to walk off, slowly with his staff in hand lightly tapping the ground in a rhythm.*"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I'm sure they will be.\" He says, his tone happier than before, he was always happy to make a new sale. He boards his ship, and begins sweeping ashes off the deck"
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A suit of armor steps out of one of the cabin and stands next to Palomir, halberd drawn, a haunting blue flame spills out of the gaps in the armor"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"It is best if you didn't.\" He says. There's a peculiar blue-purple glow to the ashes, \"If you have business, then we can talk.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Perhaps we can have business.\"\n\n**In-Her-Drinks approaches a bit closer, leaning it a bit while she rubs her scaly hands together to create some heat friction in the chill.**\n\n\"She has heard mention of... Alchemy ingredients?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Of course she has.\" He says in a snarky tone, \"Stand down, Clank.\" He says, the armor returns to the cabin, \"Are you looking for something specific?\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Of course she has!\" **Drinks beams, repeating his words back more gleeful than he would have put it.** \"In-Her-Drinks is a very good listener. She dabbles in potion making, when time permits. In-Her-Drinks spends much time making needed potions... Resist Frost, mostly, for Argonians.\"\n\n**She nods.** \"Moon Sugar ingredient hard to come by. Only Khajiit carry and they are not allowed in the city. Frost Salts too.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I do not partake in illegal drug trade, so I do not have any Moon Sugar.\" He says, \"But I believe I have plenty salts, of all varieties. Not cheap though, since I sell in bulk.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Illegal?\"\n\n**She tsks.** \"Much civil conflict over what is legal, yes? Some would say, it is arbitrary. Moon Sugar illegal in the Empire, but, to a Stormcloak, this is not the Empire!\" **Drinks tries to maybe see if Palomir was just uncomfortable talking about it, or if he really didn't have any Moon Sugar. In truth, the legal status of Moon Sugar has probably not changed much in Nordic territory, but in times of unrest, laws are sometimes... Relaxed, until a more orderly periods is upon them.**"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"You try telling that to the Imperial checkpoints. Bastards go through ever single nook and cranny... Except for one they don't know about, but that's neither here nor there. I don't have any, can't even sell the raw cane. Believe me, I would if I could.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Drinks taps her chin, thinking.**\n\n\"Tell her price of Frost Salts.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"For a full crate? 100 thousand septims. Quite a lot, but for the amount of salts you're getting? It's well worth the price.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Despite knowing full well she didn't have the coin for it, she comically pats her pockets and smirks at Palomir.**\n\n\"In-Her-Drinks may be a little short on the septims.\"\n\n**She gives a chuckle. The other Argonians were hard at work while she chit-chat.**"
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Well how much *Do* You have?\" He asks, he wasn't expecting much, but hey, a sale is a sale"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Docks pay not much. Eight septims a day.\"\n\n**She nods solemnly, hoping to catch Palomir with some sympathy.**\n\n\"Drinks mostly gets what she can from The White Phial.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"That isn't even enough for one bowl of frost salts.\" He says, \"I only deal in rarer ingredients, I'm certain you can find cheaper ingredients for a frost resistance potion. Snowberry and frost miriam are found practically everywhere in this frozen country.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Mmhm... But you like septims. And In-Her-Drinks would hate to leave a trader without a single one when she has shown interest!\"\n\n**Drinks licks her dry lips from the frigid air.**\n\n\"But In-Her-Drinks thinks she has the perfect way to get coin into your hand!\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"And how would that be?\" He asks, vaguely intrigued"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"People in Windhelm need things. Things they cannot always get. Things you may be able to.\"\n\n**In-Her-Drinks smiles, holding her hands into her bosom and robes to keep them warm.**\n\n\"Some sailors make deals with In-Her-Drinks. She gets requests, mostly from Dumner. Things they can't always get. Pay In-Her-Drinks to find sailors willing to get these things for them.\"\n\n**She nods at Palomir.**\n\n\"You just need to find the thing, bring to Windhelm on next dock, and you get half profits.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"The things I'm capable of getting far outweigh anything your average sailor could get, I assure you. I likely even have some of those Dunmer's old belongings.\" He says, in a high-and-mighty tone, \"I'd want much more than half of the profits. Not only because of who I tend to make deals with, but also because of how I do my dealings.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She brings a finger, curled, to her chin, peering at Palomir. This is the one moment where her cheer and overall disposition became more... Scrutinizing.**\n\n\"Hmm, yes. But you must remember; you still take the larger cut. Twenty five goes to her contact in the city to deliver. Twenty five is for her Egg-Siblings to keep. But name your price.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"60% cut, I only take high reward jobs, you won't feel the cost hit, I might even consider giving you a discount. But that is if, and only if, I find our partnership valuable enough.\""
}
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{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Mmhm, mmhm, yes. Yes. In-Her-Drinks likes this deal, yes.\"\n\n**She nods repeatedly and quickly.**\n\n\"She agrees to your terms. What are your stops?\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I make stops in Wayrest, Balfiera, Sentinel, Senchal, Stros M'Kai, Archon, Tear, and Necrom.\" He says, \"Avoiding any and all Thalmor checkpoints, if possible. For personal reasons.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Of course, of course! The Thalmor, seeing an Altmer assisting the Stormcloaks?\"\n\n**She tsks.**\n\n\"She thinks that they would hate you more then they hate the Stormcloaks.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Oh it goes much deeper than that.\" He says with a chuckle, \"They don't take kindly to so-called half-breeds.\""
}
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{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She reaches out and gives him little pats on the shoulder.**\n\n\"She understands. In-Her-Drinks is no half-breed. She does not thinks Argonians can be. But she knows being a stranger to your own.\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I don't need your pity. I don't consider the Thalmor my own. Clan Direnni has always been seperate from the Altmer of Summerset. They're a prickly bunch, not worth the strife they cause.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She shakes her head rapidly.**\n\n\"No! No pity. Just understanding.\"\n\n**She nods again after finishing that statement. Her head was looking like it was attached to a spring.**\n\n\"But she will not push. In-Her-Drinks is glad you have no shame!\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Clan Direnni knows no shame.\" He says, \"To know shame is to have doubts about yourself. And I have no doubts about myself.\""
}
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{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"Well we have that in common.\" He says, \"Is there something more you need?\" He says, in an exasporated tone, \"I believe the Jarl is expecting me, and I musn't have him wait any longer.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She lifts her hands in faux surrender.**\n\n\"Of course, of course, she understands! Very busy and important person as you are! Go on, go! In-Her-Drinks will take care of your cargo like its her own!\""
},
{
"author": "Palomir Direnni",
"message": "\"I believe the others have already taken most of the shipment.\" He says, \"Clank, stand guard. Make sure nothing is moved from the ship while I am gone.\" He says, directing the Soulrazer Knight as he leaves the ship"
}
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Among the vessels anchored at the docks, there was a sizable schooner with a ruddy brown hull. The white sails on the masts were raised, while a flag still hung from the peak of the ship, fluttering in the nighttime wind. A white on black flag of a white ring, resembling an eclipse. There was the faint sound of conversation and movement from within, but one figure was on top deck looking around.*"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*A tall Khajiit stood on the rim of the ship, looking around at the docks. He wore a long red coat over a moonstone cuirass, and likewise his boots and bracers were made with the same elven metal. At his hip, however, two sheathed swords with golden hilts hung in black leather. He caught the flitter of movement, and he heard the faint sound of footsteps. From the deck he walked down a nearby ramp onto the docks, and began walking around, following the sound and movement.*"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle slips out of the EEC Windhelm warehouse. She stashes her loot in her satchel, pulls out her lockpicks, and gets to work on the next door. Yet, right before she begins, she senses another presence. Quickly, yet discreetly, she switches out her picks for her daggers, crouches slightly lower, and rolls into the shadows.\n\nShe waits stilly and silently. Scanning the area for whoever is near.*"
}
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{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*The Khajiit continued to walk along the docks, slowly but warily looking around. He came into view of the stranger, but as he did, the stranger also came into view of him. He turned his head slowly, smiling, and spoke in a quiet tone of voice.*\n\n\"Ah... Khajiit sees he is not alone here.\""
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle holds her daggers tight. A Khajiit! She spring from the shadows and onto the cat's back, sinking a dagger into the shoulder of his armor. As she goes to pull out, she realizes her dagger has become embedded in his armor. Quickly, she leaps off, rolls, and stands facing him.*\n\n\"You pick a bad time to get lost cat!\" *Janelle spats, preparing for her next attack.*"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Ha, bold and overconfident! Then let us dance!\"\n\n*The Khajiit quickly drew the swords from his hip. Two slender swords of ebony with golden hilts that absorbed some of the nighttime light. He flourished the blades, breaking into a sprint as he bounced around Janelle, slashing and thrusting in quick succession.*"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*The Khajiit was quick, very quick! But Janelle grew up with a tiny physique, she knew how to manipulate her body to be faster than her opponents. She flipped, slid, and twirled along with him.* \n\n\"Ah! Some real competition!\" *She gave a mischievous smile.* \"This will be fun!\"\n\nShe pops a potion of endurance and rushes the Kahjiit. She drops and slides between his hind legs, bringing her remaining dagger across her and slicing his calf.*"
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "*As the blade ran along Sejdah's calf, it clattered against his moonstone-reinforced boots. While she slid under him, he leapt on one foot, twisting his body in the air as he slashed at her again, cutting somewhat deep along her shoulder. But then, the cut area suddenly caught fire, igniting the edges of her clothing and burning the wound- the sword was enchanted.*"
}
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{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle glances at the sky, looking at the position of the stars, Secunda, and Masser. She should be getting back to the guild. Plus her and Brynjolf are supposed to have a training session before their next scope out.* \"Well if you ever need a thief in your crew, I will gladly accompany you. For the right price of course!\""
},
{
"author": "Sejdah the Lucky",
"message": "\"Khajiit already has a full crew, but he will remember your name should the need arise. Now, you go on ahead and continue. Farewell.\"\n\n*Sejdah began to walk away in the direction of the ship he was originally on, turning away from Janelle but still wary of another attack.*"
},
{
"author": "Janelle Marks",
"message": "*Janelle gives the Khajiit one more glance. Knowing he is not going to attack, she leaps into the shadows, and disappears.*"
}
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{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**In-Her-Drinks had skipped out of work early today. Not many ships coming in at the moment. Though it only being mid-day didn't keep her from drinking a bottle of Village Red... And not quite in the sophsticated manner you'd expect... Straight from the bottle. She had just waddled from the Grey Quarter out into the open street, humming a song to herself, trying to keep from tripping off one of the uneven or loose stones that Windhelm sported.**\n\n\"Hm na ha hm, hmmm na ha hm, la de da do, la de da de~.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*There was someone who was very obviously at least a guard. Probably a soldier. She was outside the New Gnisis Cornerclub, holding a greatsword. She had a sort of pinkish blond hair, and she had the physique of a nord, but her face looked a bit elven.*\n\n\"You're quite bold, arent you? Take's a lot to even get inside the walls, as an argonian. Wrong place to be as one too...\"\n\n*It wasn't authoritative, it was more like advice.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**The Argonian glances around, as though looking for the source of the voice with a sniffle. She does a couple takes around before her drunken haze allowed her to detect the Nord. In-Her-Drinks hoists the bottle up, a bit of wine splooshing from the top of the bottle, pointing at her.**\n\n\"In-Her-Drinks is aware Argonians not banned from the city. She knows this.\" **The argonian takes a swig, swishing it about in her mouth before gulping loudly.** \"Unwanted? Preferred to go away? Yes, In-Her-Drinks is aware of this. Barred? This is un-so.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Yes, that is the law. Hm. I'm just looking out for you. This is likely the most unwanted place you'll be in this city. The An-Xileel didn't really help the Saxhleel image in the eyes of the Dunmer. When my father wasn't complaining about the Empire, he was complaining about them.\"\n\n*She was rather well educated. Odd. And a Dunmer? At least on her fathers side.*\n\n\"I'm going to follow you for your safety. I'm sworn to protect anyone who enters this city.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**In-Her-Drinks snorts with amusement. She starts to wander toward Candlehearth Hall, expecting the stranger to follow.**\n\n\"Protection? In-Her-Drinks feels very protected, living outside the walls in the blasting cold.\" **She takes a swig of her drink again, blindly hoisting it backward toward the Nord, shaking the bottle, offering her a drink. It was almost empty.**\n\n\"Dumner here have problems here, too. Hardship unites even the strangest peoples, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She followed, sheathing her sword on her back.*\n\n\"I have spoken with the Jarl's advisor. He say's the war is more important. I doubt any equal treatment will come, though.\"\n\n*She takes whats left of the bottle and down's it.*\n\n\"Very complicated situation. All of the \"Skyrim is For the Nords\" Rubbish is just riling people up.\"\n\n*She was actively trying to sound sophisticated. Less vulgar than she usually would be.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She tsks.**\n\n\"War. Rebuilding. Security. There is always something more important.\"\n\n**The large argonian waddles on the left side of the Hall, to the front entrances, where Silda usually kept warm. In-Her-Drinks approaches the brazier and holts her hands toward the flames.**\n\n\"Drinks do great for keeping her warm, but she knows its false heat.\" **In-Her-Drinks comments** \"Do her a favor. Can you get In-Her-Drinks more Village Red? Then we talk more.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She walked over to Elda at the counter. The conversation went as follows.\n\n\"Why is that... In here?\"\n\"It's complicated, just get me two Village Red.\"\n\nShe placed more than what the drinks were worth on the counter.\n\n\"Keep the extra, dont call the other guards. I dont want to explain why I'm doing this to them. Can you do that?\"\n\nShe nodded reluctantly.\n\nDasil returned with the two bottles. One for each of them.*\n\n\"Satisfied?\"\n\n*She normally wouldn't spend such money on a stranger, but this argonian had enough character for her to do so.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She takes the bottle in two hands, cradling it and looking at the date. Figures. Hardly aged at all. But wine is wine.**\n\n\"Warmer in the open air than in here.\" **She comments, figuring the stranger would understand.** \"You know In-Her-Drinks. What is your name?\"\n\n**In-Her-Drinks opens the door back into the icy cold, snow blaring in as the door opens. They quickly leave the warm interior behind, returning to the brazier, where the argonian uses a claw to pop the cork open and discards it to the snow, swigging.**"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Dasil.\"\n\n*The Sil was emphasized, like Da-Sil. She had follower her out. The cold was an afterthought to her.*\n\n\"If you wanted something other than mead, you should've gone to the Cornerclub. They sell that nice Indoril wine, from a winery just south of here. They're more welcoming than Candlehearth.\"\n\n*She uncorked her own bottle with her teeth and spat it out.*\n\n\"But I've had to break up a fight in there once. Older man who was a child when mournhold was sacked. Despite being almost 200, old bastard still hates your people. Bar fights are easier to break up when they arent hurling fireballs. Damn near killed him. S'wit had it coming.\"\n\n*She took a long sip of her wine. She was using Dunmer words even. Why was she pro-stormcloak?*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"You know more about the Dumner here than any other guard or soldier whose bothered.\"\n\n**She scratches her neck, turning around to carelessly lean on the giant brazier. Despite her grey cloak being very flamable, the Argonian didn't quite care.**\n\n\"She wonders why you care enough about In-Her-Drinks to 'protect'. Surely Torbjorn would scandalize you for being with her.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Who else will?\"\n\n*She said flatly. She had a point. She wanted safety for everyone.*\n\n\"One thing that Bother's me about the Stormcloaks. We can change. I know so much about the Dunmer because I grew up on Solstheim. I left to become a Vigilant of Stendarr, now I'm here. The Empire never did my family any good after they fought for nothing in the war. Wasted thousands of lives.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Fair enough.\" **She swigs the wine again, this time savoring the flavor a bit before giving a soft gulp, followed by a hiccup.**\n\n\"Quite a journey. In-Her-Drinks cannot say she has had the same luck.\"\n\n**She takes another drink of wine... This time kicking it back for a big guzzle. Another hiccup.**"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"Well, don't leave me on a cliffhanger.\"\n\n*She took her bottle and raised it above her head, swirling it while it was in her mouth. The vortex made all of the wine... Disappear. People were looking at the two of them. She either didn't realize or didn't care.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**She shrugs.**\n\n\"Lets just shay, before she wash in Windhelm, In-Her-Drinksh was in Riften. And before that, Bravil. Before that, Morrowind... And ish no longer welcome in Black Marsh.\"\n\n**The argonian began to slur her words some as she kept indulging in the wine. She chuckles as Dasil guzzles the wine.**\n\n\"You make In-Her-Drinkss remember that Nordss are not wine drinkersh.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I wasn't enjoying piss poor wine barely even 50 years old, i just wanted to get it down.\"\n\n*She could handle her drink. It's why she was comfortable drinking on the job.*\n\n\"Bravil... There's a Khajiit... Say's he's from there, gets into the city sometimes to sell his trinkets. He's hairless... I don't know how he even survives up here. He looks very cold, usually. You say i had a journey, you've come quite far yourself. Geographically, anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Shuppose sho. But itsh not a noble one.\"\n\n**In-Her-Drinks guzzles the wine some more. Despite accusing Dasil of not being a wine drinker, She had downed the wine soon after.**\n\n\"Cornerclub got better drinksh. I jusht like to come by and bother the Nordsh, honeshtly.\""
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I'd do the same.\"\n\n*Guards saw her walking with this Argonian. She had more authority, they could not do a thing to her.*\n\n\"I love both of my peoples. But we can be so closed minded.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Mmmhm. You've showed In-Her-Drinksh great kindnessh by talking.\"\n\n**The argonian finishes off her wine and drops the empty bottle into some snow piling up near the brazier.**\n\n\"Why do you fight for Shtormcloaksh?\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"It's... Well... To put it simply, the Empire is Dying, and has no place governing us anymore. My father fought in the War, from start to finish. His friends wouldn't have died if they just signed the treaty. But they didn't. I want a Free Skyrim, free of any elves trying to govern who we worship, merely because its an affront to their own religion. When we win, we can prepare ourselves to fight the Dominion. But I won't submit to an Empire ruled without the Dragon Blood.\"\n\n*She threw her bottle in the same pile. It would just get snowed over, broken, and become part of the ground some day.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**In-Her-Drinks shrugs.**\n\n\"Don't care for politicsh.\" **She says simply.** \"Jusht want the coin to get out of Windhelm.\"\n\n**She glances at Dasil.**\n\n\"You fight in any battlesh yet?\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"A skirmish or two... We won. The Empire doesn't realize how serious we are yet. Most of my combat comes from when i was a Vigilant. It's not good to be faced with such evil's everyday, lingering right under your nose ....\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"You should not talk about Shatter-Shield sho loudly.\"\n\n**In-Her-Drinks grins at that, fiddling with feathers that hugged her neck.**"
}
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{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*She chuckled.*\n\n\"Then we share the same sentiment. I dont care for... Clans. Especially those who exploit others.\"\n\n*Guard rotation came through, nine guards were in single file. They didn't even glance at Drinks.*\n\n\"Odd number... Usually 12 are in line by this point in the rotation. I've been seeing the number 9 a lot lately...\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Three in the enginesh of war.\" **In-Her-Drinks nods, as though that clears it up.**\n\n\"Shtormcloaksh shtretched thin, she thinks.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"No. This feels like a sign.\"\n\n*She looked at her.*\n\n\"But you dont care about stupid nord superstitions. I have a feeling something is coming for me. Good or bad...\"\n\n*A drunk Dunmer was stumbling in front of them. An older woman, holding a big bottle of Sujamma. She locked eyes with Drinks.*\n\n\"Why... Is that... Schale skin? N'waah... Should be outside the walls... Doing what you were meant to do.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**In-Her-Drinks just smiles at the drunken ongoer.**\n\n\"Shtash her a bottle of thaa Sujamma at th'docksh and you'll 'ave her out there all day!\"\n\n**Drinks gives a cheery chuckle, holding her torso as she guffaws.**"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*The Dunmer threw the half empty bottle out in a random direction.* \n\n\"You creatures... Destroyed my home... I wouldnt give you anything...\"\n\n*She approached like a Zombie. Dasil cracked her knuckles.*"
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Drinks puts a hand on Dasil's torso, keeping her back.**\n\n\"In-Her-Drinksh wantsh no troublesh, pleashe. She will go back to the docksh.\"\n\n**Drinks turns her back to the Dumner, looking to Dasil with a bit of a pleading look.**"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"By Vivec I will put you in the ground. Stand back, or I will hurt you.\"\n\n*She just kept approaching. Too drunk to think straight.*\n\n\"I'm giving you a last chance! You're making a mistake!\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Drinks widens her eyes. She yells at Dasil.**\n\n\"SHTOP!\"\n\n**Drinks plops a hand on Dasil's shoulder. She wasn't strong enough to stop the Nord, even if she wanted to, but she hoped the sternness in her voice was enough.**"
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "*Everyone stopped. It was as though her voice had pierced reality itself, everyone stood still. The Dunmer woman stopped approaching. Dasil stared her down with her piercing blue eyes.*\n\n\"Be on your way. Now.\"\n\n*And she stumbled off, probably to bother someone else.*"
},
{
"author": "squizzy.mp4",
"message": "I check regardless of if im tagged or not im just more inactive today because of school."
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "**Drinks watched the Dumner wander off. She turns to walk the other direction.**\n\n\"She is grateful for your help. But altercashuns now would only make thingsh worshe for Argoniansh.\""
},
{
"author": "Dasil Winterbourne",
"message": "\"I'm sorry. I hate dealing with drunks, like that anyway...\"\n\n*She looked to the distance. She had an empty look in her eye, like the lights are on but no-one was home.*\n\n\"I have to go now. Please, don't follow me.\""
},
{
"author": "In-Her-Drinks",
"message": "\"Do what you musht. Thank you for your kindnessh. If you want anything... Particular... In-Her-Drinksh can shee about getting it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Suppose you deserve as much,\" He says, it's as though he believes that those are actually kind words"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Thank you.\" She mutters quite quietly as the road leads them into the city proper, some of the locals waving to Haliochtus' guide, clearly familiar with even her covered face."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Well aren't you popular here,\" Haliochtus says, \"And it seems Winterhold still has not recovered from the collapse.\""
}
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{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"As far as I'm aware, Dwarven metal does not naturally corrode. Granted I doubt it has been studied when directly exposed to the secretions of an elf's flesh.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Well, I suppose that's something you should take notes on.\" He says with a laught"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Maybe, though that wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought about revolutionizing the field.\" She replied, laughing as well. \"Let's get some food, shall we?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He nods, \"I'd love some stew, to be honest. And an ale of some sort\""
}
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{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*A slim figure made their way down the winding roads, looking around at the mountains on the left, and the deep snow on the right. And further beyond, the dreaded Sea of Ghosts. Covered from head to ankles by a thick fur cloak, they made their way further down the road, arriving at last in Winterhold, or what was left of it. Ronan was dressed in his usual attire of a coat with a shirt and pants, still carrying his faithful rapier Needle, but he had no way to survive the harsh frost without the cloak he wore now. Now he looked onward at the most beautiful thing Winterhold had to offer- the distant College of Winterhold.*"
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "A small house cat wearing what looks to be a small blanket on its back can be seen sitting by the bridge to the College, \"Faralda was right, this job is dreadfully boring.\" It says to itself, licking its paw and rubbing the side of its head"
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "*Ronan walked through the streets, looking at the arch that started the bridge to the College, and getting close he saw the cat. He moved slowly up the steps, keeping his eyes on the cat.*\n\n\"Uh... Are you with the College?\""
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"No, I'm just a stray.\" He says with a smirk, \"Are you one of our scholars or are you looking to attend?\" He asks, \"If you are looking to be a new student you will need to show you have aptitude in magic.\""
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"What in the-\"\n\n*Ronan stumbled back a bit with surprise, almost slipping off his feet. Clearly he wasn't expecting a response. But, once he had regained his footing, he straightened himself out and spoke.*\n\n\"Are you a... What was it... An Al-fek? No, an Alfiq? My apologies, I wasn't anticipating to meet an Alfiq here. And, well, yes, I do wish to attend. I am Ronan Peryne. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?\""
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "He bows his head, \"I am Jo'Del. The Arch-Mage here at the College of Winterhold.\" He says, \"A pleasure to meet you, Ronan. And yes, I am an Alfiq.\""
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"Oh, right... Well, what could I do to demonstrate my aptitude for magic in a...*Safe* Manner? It's complicated, to put it short.\"\n\n*As he was speaking, Ronan looked a bit nervous, his feet were shuffling slightly and his words became shaky.*"
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Simply cast a spell. Usually it's picked by Faralda at random, but any spell above what a novice could cast should work.\" He says, \"And I'm intrigued by your desire for 'safety'.\""
}
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{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Well that was... Unexpected.\" He says, he opens a portal next to the tree and sticks one of his paws in, casting Greater Dispel on the tree, making the magic fade from the tree, \"I could tell there was a potent magicka to you, but that was... A display, say have you had dealings with any otherworldly beings? Daedra, Aedra, the occasional spirit?\""
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"What? No, no! Just... That happens to me all too often. Maybe it would be better to elaborate inside, if that... Whatever that experience was... Counts for your test. I've heard the locals don't really trust mages.\"\n\n*Ronan was clearly shaken up by what just happened, but as he talked he maintained eye contact with Jo'Del, and his posture- he seemed to be honest about the question.*"
},
{
"author": "Jo'Del Well-Read",
"message": "\"Well something about you puts magicka into a tizzy.\" He says, \"Well, I would say that 'spell' counts, and you've gained my interest so you're definitely coming in.\" He says, beginning to cross the bridge, \"Come now, we have much to discuss.\""
},
{
"author": "Ronan Peryne",
"message": "\"Thank you, sir. Maybe I could get some answers of my own here.\"\n\n*Ronan bowed with respect before moving to follow Jo'Del. He took one look back at the tree he had changed, and then forward once more.*"
}
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{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "It was roughly midday as a lone figure made its way through the tundra known as Winterhold Hold. The harsh rocky landscape constantly battered by snow storms and sharp winds was not foreign to the figure however. The figure itself had come from the namesake College of the hold and had prepared for the trek, a journey to a ruin of an ancient people long lost to Tamriel. The figure? A scholar from the College, a relatively young Dunmer woman named Arysea who had bundled up accordingly with her ancient goggles to protect her one good eye and Dwemeri purple fabric wrapped around her head and face for protection and warmth. Scuttling alongside her was a spider machine of Dwarven origin that she had fixed some time ago and now accompanied her on all her travels. And this most recent travel seemed to bringing her upon where there should have been a cave, yet now there was rock, rock that was out of place but was beginning to blend in with the white blanket that had been coating it for so long."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "There's a slight clacking sound coming from the pile of rocks, *Clack clack clack*, it sounds like stone hitting stone, could someone be in there? There's no possible way there could be someone in there, one final clack hits the stone, then ceases, you swear you could hear a defeated sigh, though it is quite windy"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "Arysea stopped in her tracks and quickly made her way to sound of the very muffled clacking. Between the rocks themselves, the whipping snow, and her ears covered by her shawl, it was near impossible to hear. But when she got closer and leaned down, it became much more clear. Immediately dropping her bag to fetch her pickaxe, before returning the bag to her back so it didn't get soggy, the woman began working away at what she thought to be a solid rock face, her small spider companion also chipping away with it's claws, in an attempt to get to the source of the noise. Maybe if the person inside heard the chipping, they would begin working away from the inside as well to speed up the process."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He perks up, just having given up at breaking the rocks, having only been able to make a dent in the stone, he casts candlelight and picks up a falmer war axe from the ground, the same one he was using before, and starts hitting stone from his side, not doing much but at the very least letting the person know he's there"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "With an even larger vigor with the returned clanking, the Dunmer sets the ground ablaze for a handful of moments to remove the snow layer, granting better access to the stone. With the rock bare, she returns to removing chunks with her pickaxe. Lucky for the trapped party that Arysea was a spelunker as the average person would likely grow far too tired far too quickly to actually help whoever was trapped."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He places his hand on one of the rocks, freezing it solid, then hits it with the axe, shattering it, light emenates from the stone, and you can almost see him, he speaks up, with a shout, \"Get away from the hole!\" He yells"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "With the warning being the first thing she could hear clearly, Arysea tosses her pickaxe a few feet away and uses her newly freed hands to pick up her spider, backing away from the pinhole in the rocks to let whoever was stuck inside do what they needed to. Thankfully they seemed to have gotten to the end as Arysea had begun to grow tired of swinging the pickaxe, and wished to save her energy for her expedition, if she ever ended up even going to the ruins now that this occurrence had taken place."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A loud explosion is heard, as waves of fire, frost, and lightning pulse out of the cave, and out climbs an altmer, a long bushy beard and long hair tied back in a ponytail, with gray coming through at the roots, as he exits the cave he covers his eyes and almost stumbles back in, \"Gods!\" He exclaims as he falls to the ground"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He stands up, brushing himself off, \"It's been so long...\" He says, with a deep sorrow. His clothing is shredded and tattered, barely holding together, save for a diadem on his head. There's a read leatherbound journal on his side, with a few pages sticking out, \"What... What year is it?\" He asks with a worried tone"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "The confused figure, all features still obscured by the fabric wrapping and goggles, responds, a feminine voice coming through. \"The two hundred first year of the fourth era?\" A questioning tone as the current date was something she would think obvious. Letting the shaken man recollect himself, she sets down the spider and walks to get her pickaxe, turning halfway to quickly exclaim, \"Please don't hurt it! It's been... Uhm, domesticated!\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "His eyes well up with tears, the fact donning on him, 60 years have gone by, 60 whole years, \"I- I-\" He stammers, falling onto his knees sobbing"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "Having already returned the pickaxe to her bag, the mystery woman ran over to the man who was now on his knees sobbing. Crouching down next to him, she gently patted his back in an attempt to comfort him. \"Are you alright? How long were you down there?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He manages to stammer out \"Six... Sixty years...\" Still sobbing, he wipes his tears with his hand and starts standing up, \"I.. I need to contact my family, they must think I'm dead by now. I hope nothing has happened.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "Arysea guides him to the rocks he had just blown up, as the remnants were relatively dry and could be used as stools for them to sit on. Setting her back on top of the spider that had followed them, she rifled around in it before pulling out a water skin and some bits of bread to offer the man. \"You must be starving, please take as much as you need.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'm fine. Not hungry just, disoriented. I mean, 60 whole years, gone. I've been surviving off of mushrooms, chaurus, and filthy cave water!\" He says with a pained laugh, \"What has happened, in the last 60 years?\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "She packed away the rations and thought for a moment. She'd only been alive for a little over 60 years but a decent amount had happened. \"Well, there's a new emperor on the throne, Titus Mede II. The Thalmor and the Empire went to war, the Emperor signed a pact surrendering and they now work together. The Reach was briefly taken over. Hammerfell seceded from the Empire. And now Ulfric Stormcloak has killed the High King of Skyrim and the Stormcloaks have begun rebelling against the allied Thalmor-Empire forces.\" That was just about everything she could remember. \"I think that's everything important? Fair warning, Altmer aren't very well liked with the Thalmor in power, so be careful when you return to wider Skyrim.\" She had just met him and always kept her opinion of the Thalmor to herself, but she figured this man had nothing to do with them since he was locked away for so long and he deserved that warning."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"You mean they're in Skyrim now? What's their business here?\" He asks, concerned, \"Up to no good, I'm guessing.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Their business is whatever they say their business is. Most are wise enough to not question them. I hope you did not worship Talos as it is now banned anywhere the Thalmor have power.\" Her tone was slightly defeated as she described the tyranny of the Thalmor without ever actually saying her stance on them. \"The wisest keep to themselves and let the Thalmor do as they please.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That sounds right.\" He sighs, \"I do not worship Talos, but I do not believe in what the Thalmor do. I feel sorry for the people here then, can't imagine the Thalmor have been friendly.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"It would be wise to keep that opinion to yourself. Only the stormcloaks openly oppose the Thalmor and we are not close enough to their territory to know that a Thalmor patrol won't stop by.\" Still under her wraps, she studied the man. The beard and greying, shaggy hair certainly showed his many decades of struggle. \"The city of Winterhold is not too far from here, we could get you somewhere warm and cozy and get some real food to fill your stomach.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'd prefer a larger city, especially since Winterhold... Well you know that.\" He says, \"I'd like to see a Thalmor Patrol stop me.\" His confidence is almost contagious, \"I didn't survive down there for 60 years just to be thwarted by the *Thalmor*.\" He says, \"Who's leading them, might I ask? If you know, that is.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I suppose the next closest city would by Windhelm, run by the Stormcloaks.\" She responded, not seeing why anyone would hate Winterhold but obviously she was biased. In response to his question, also she could offer was a shrug. \"Beats me. I just do my best to avoid any Altmer in black robes or gilded armor.\" She didn't exactly like the Thalmor but there was nothing she could really do. Besides, she let to herself so they wouldn't have a reason to take issue with her."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I was there shortly before I got trapped... Suppose that's not their fault, they couldn't have known there would be a landslide that exact day.\" He chuckles, \"Is Hoag still Jarl? Well, I suppose he's likely dead... Suppose it would be his son who's Jarl, yes? I believe his name was... Ulfton?\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I believe the Jarl is Korir. Though I do my best to not get tangled in politics of any kind. I simply keep to myself, explore ruins, experiment when not exploring. It is a nice life, a cozy life. Sure it hasn't been perfect, but it works for me.\" Arysea truly did love her life for the most part, and her ambitions drove her to never give up on the lifestyle she lived, despite everything that had happened to her thus far."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Korir? That can't be correct, Korir Stormcloak just doesn't roll off the tongue...\" He says confused, \"I lived my life like that, saw quite a few Dwemer ruins while I was in Morrowind, wasn't very exciting since the animunculi are all powered off. Though the traps were still functioning. Never got around to exploring one here in Skyrim, due to *Obvious* Circumstances\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Oh! You meant Windhelm, my deepest apologies. Ulfric Stormcloak *Was* The Jarl until recently. He was arrested for the murder of High King Toryg, and I believe he is soon to be, or maybe already was, executed for it.\" She only knew this information due to how recent and how large it was in the provincial news. But he soon got to the topic of the Dwemer, and like a lever had been flicked, the young woman go to chattering. \"The Dwemer? You research them too?\" Her voice has gone up a pitch in excitement with the topic change. \"I'm sure you could tell but I also have a vested interest in them.\" She motioned to her current Dwemer plate armor and the hallmark purple fabric around her head, before picking up the spider to hold in front of her. \"This little guy is from Skyrim. I was born in Morrowind so I was similarly disappointed to find the animunculi had no source of power, though I was unlucky enough to find out the traps still worked... The hard way. But the ruins here are much more different! The Dwemer of Skyrim had a different style of building and their machines still work! Again, something I found out that hard way.\" She could show him her injuries from finding out the hard way, but decided to not do so unless he asked."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Murder you say... That doesn't sound correct, from what I recall he was in the Legion Military, no? I wonder why he decided to kill the high king...\" He says, changing focus to the talk of Dwemer, \"Yes, I noticed your... Pet. You must know your stuff if you managed to change it's programming, that's no small feat.\" He says, he almost sounds impressed, \"The animunculi here in Skyrim work? What powers them?\" He inquires"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Again, I'm not the most reliable source for news. You'd have to ask an innkeeper in whichever city you end up going to, they seem to know everything nowadays.\" She really was quite ignorant about politics and general current events unless it impacted her personally. But the Dwemer? Now that she could talk about for ages. \"It took a few years and collaboration with other scientists, but the little fella's yet to fail me.\" She appreciates the praises but does not bathe in it, a modest girl who doesn't much care for attention. \"They're powered by soul gems! I haven't quite figured out exactly how that works yet, but I've been trying to reverse engineer it so I may get my spider from Morrowind functioning.\""
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That will be hard to do,\" He says, standing up and stroking his chin, inspecting the spider, \"They were powered by the Heart, if I recall correctly, so they would have to have some sort of... Recepticle to receive said power remotely, no? Perhaps we use something to emenate power from the soul gem, as a sort of... Artificial Heart. But to my knowledge only one person could do that, and he's no longer with us.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"It is indeed a daunting task. But you've got quite a few things coming if you think that's my biggest ambition!\" She declared, quite confidently. But then he went on about a lost man with knowledge of their craft, no doubt Sotha Sil, the legendary member of the Tribunal and practically a god within Arysea's field. \"It is a shame what happened to him, but we still can learn much from what he left behind. Or at the very least we can remember him. I actually have a piece of history that he crafted himself!\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'd be glad to see it, but perhaps we should get moving, we can talk more as we walk. I've got a few plans myself, though I'll need a proper workshop before I can work on them, part of the reason I need a courier who can get to Alinor, my family promised me funding when I settle down, and I intend on taking them up on that offer.\" He says, stretching, getting ready for the path ahead"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Are you still opposed to Winterhold? I am... Much more familiar and inclined to go there and back to the College.\" She seemed more averse to Windhelm then inclined to Winterhold, perhaps she had heard stories of bigotry in Windhelm? Sure they were likely few and far between but it didn't make it less undesirable to her. \"I've got more connections there so we could get you some better food. As for a workshop, I would certainly recommend Markarth as that is where I am personally based.\" She was happy to bring him back to Markarth and show him all of its good, despite all of its bad. \"I've even got an in with the Jarl there! Well, I kind of work for him but still, there's a mutual respect there!\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Markarth is a long walk, is it not? That's all the way to the west if I recall. We should get a carriage then, so that'd be going to Windhelm.\" He says, not paying attention to her adverse reaction to Windhelm"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Well obviously we wouldn't walk to Markarth, but I'd really rather we go to Winterhold to fetch ourselves a carriage. It's actually just about the same distance and I could grab a few things while we're there.\" She was just trying to think of excuses at this point, though she almost always does have actual business since the College is located in Winterhold. \"I've ever got my own carriage up at Winterhold, it's enclosed to protect from the cold and we wouldn't have to pay since it's mine!\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Winterhold it is, then, I suppose it would be interesting to see how they're fairing.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "She let out a sigh of relief as she set down her spider companion and stood. \"Alright, let's get going then. You can take a nice nap on our way to Markarth. I used to live in my cart back in Morrowind so there's a bedroll you can use.\" And with that, Arysea began their journey, following the footsteps that she left behind on her way to where she eventually found him. \"Oh and by the way, I'm Arysea! I don't think we ever introduced ourselves.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Haliochtus.\" He says, \"Glad to make your acquainance.\" He follows her"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Likewise.\" She replied, quickly turning her attention back to the trek. From behind, Haliochtus would be able to spot a mace of Dwemer origin strapped to her bag as well as other tools like the pickaxe used to free him and a fur-lined travel bedroll."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"So did you forge that gear yourself? Or did you salvage it?\" He asks, \"I do a bit of forging myself, but I'm more an engineer than I am a smith\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"On that we are quite similar.\" She quipped back, \"I try to not melt down anything I can find as I see it as a waste of historical pieces. All my actual gear is scavenged but I do have something that had to be forged. I have the knowledge to forge but actually applying it, I usually struggle with. Thus, I keep myself to study and tinkering.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That's fair, I have respect for smiths who forge with dwarven metal, though, the high melting point may make it easy but it's a tough metal to work with, nonetheless.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Yes, I respect them greatly as well. It is just something I would not personally do. If anything, I want to be able to put back together as many creations of the Dwemer as I can. I have this one silly project and I don't even know if what I'm imagining is real or not, but I'm sure you don't wish to listen to my ramblings.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I hope you aren't planning on rebuilding Numidium.\" He says with a laugh, though it's hard to tell if it was faked or not, \"I have some interesting plans of my own, but I'd rather make them before sharing.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "She laughed with him. \"If only it was possible. That would certainly be a feat.\" While she was perhaps more of than she should be, Haliochtus seemed more guarded in his ambitions. \"Understandable, you never know who may try to steal your hard work.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed. And I don't want the Thalmor trying to improve their arsenal.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Everyone has their own goals. Though I do find it interesting that few factions throughout history have attempted to harness the machinations of the Dwemer. Something as simple as a Ballista mounted upon a fort's walls would be devastating to an invading force.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed, though I should say, I love a good a trebuchet. The ballista is great, but lacks the flair of the trebuchet\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Perhaps as a siege weapon, but a ballista is infinitely better for defense.\" She retorted. Warfare was hardly her strong suit but she did oh so love conversing about the Dwemer and their creations. \"I need to source one of those walking ones to work with.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That's a fair point.\" He says, \"And with the right modifications you could make an excellent siege weapon.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Maybe, though I'm not all too interested in making an extremely useful weapon. The last thing I need is to be remembered for making Dwemer weapons mainstream in the slaughter of a countless number of soldiers and other parties. I just think they are fascinating machines and would like to have one for myself some day.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That's a fair point, though I'd rather not be remembered for making an automaton whose entire purpose is serving the wealthy.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Yet another reason to keep to oneself and to do the same with research.\" She wasn't sure where that comment came from, but simply agreed. She wasn't in her profession for fame or wealth, but rather because it was her passion. And nothing would ever change that."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed, perhaps we could collaborate on a project some time, we may be able to do some good with our research.\" He says, \"I've been toying with the idea of an encapsulated climate. A place to grow crops year round, no matter the climate outside.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"So like... A greenhouse type thing? But with better control of the interior?\" Organic engineering wasn't Arysea's strong suit and she didn't quite understand it. She was more inclined to pure metal and oil, machines that didn't not need to live to work."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Precisely, using Dwemer steam engineering as the heating element, as well as a way to irrigate the crops! I just need a heat source, I imagine enchanting pieces of metal with a flame enchantment could work, but I'm not sure if it would be enough. Sourcing water is another problem, though it could be self sustaining after time a loss of water is inevitable, and there's the issue of maintenance.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"It is certainly an ambitious project.\" She quipped, falling back to gently nudge him before continuing, \"So much for keeping your projects a secret, huh?\" She had an obvious teasing tone in her voice and under all her wraps had a huge smile on her face."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Trust me, this is the most *Boring* Of my ambitious projects.\" He says, deadpan, \"Or else I wouldn't be telling you.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Fair enough, glad we both have big plans for the future though. It'll be interesting to have some competition in the field that I actually know about. Believe it or not, there's not too many big figures in our field.\" It was both a blessing and a curse. There was a lack of peers to bounce ideas off, but also no competition that you had to work to beat."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed, not many are interested in the intricacies of the Dwemer's work, only the longevity of their metal.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Unfortunately. It is certainly useful but it would be nice if more people cares about its origin. Though I suppose that leaves more for us to explore, yeah?\" Always looking at the bright side, it was pretty nice having such freedom in the field."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He laughs, \"Indeed, and the spiders are also to thank for that, they're quite good at restoring the ruins and automatons after they are destroyed\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Assuming they aren't all wiped out. Though that'd be practically impossible unless you systematically went through all the delivery piping that the spiders travel through. But that would both be highly impractical and incredibly dangerous.\" It was something she had thought about for a long time actually. Any ancient ruins that had been scoured ages ago would be practically restored to their original condition by now on account of the spiders."
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"There's not way one could do that, I don't even think fully detonating their ruins would work in destroying them.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I doubt such a thing even possible. If the Dwemer knew how to do one thing, it's make survivable cities. It would take some divine force to eradicate one entirely. That, or sealing off the ruins from the rest of Nirn, effectively destroying them.\" The ancient subterranean ruins were quite a marvel of engineering and craftsmanship and Arysea held them in high regard, especially after her intense study of them over the years."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I do wonder, what would happen if we ignored the ruins for long enough, would the animunculi expand? Or just maintain the set area?\" He wonders allowed, \"Could be an interesting experiment.\""
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "I wouldn't doubt the resilience of the lowly Dwemer Spider, those little automatons do a lot. I'd wager most of their maintainence in the ruins involves quite a bit of excavation, perhaps they just haven't been given the chance to expand. Or maybe deep within the ruins in areas that are collapsed in there's a larger Automaton, lying in wait to be repaired.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I wouldn't be all too surprised. Something had to clear those caverns for most ruins to be built in. I can't imagine that all of them were built inside naturally occurring cave systems.\" The two had been walking for awhile and would soon be coming upon Winterhold. \"We are almost to the city, have you put any thought into what you'd like to eat before we get on the roads?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Anything really, as long as it's not Chaurus or wild mushrooms.\" He says, with a slight chuckle, \"And a good mead.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Sounds good, I've always been partial to the venison brought in by some of the hunters, I would recommend it. I'm sure you can pick yourself out a good mead, I don't drink so it isn't something I could give advice on.\" She often went to the local inn in Winterhold when she was hungry as she wished to provide some gratitude to the town hosting the College, even if they didn't like most of the mages. It made her someone the town enjoyed having and it made her feel less anxious about the city. Speaking of the College, she hadn't planned on returning to Markarth so soon, so she now had to make new plans. Maybe she could return to the ruins and continue hunting that unknown animunculi."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'm sure I'll find something. If the Nords know anything it's good mead.\" He says, \"I think I'll have some, maybe a salad, or a stew... It's been so long since I've had proper food, if I had the money I'd buy everything they had.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I can lend you some money if you want to do so. I live fairly comfortably and can spare the septims for a colleague in need.\" Again, should her face not be covered, Haliochtus would be getting the friendliest smile he'd ever seen. Alas, her face was still a mystery to him as the travelled ever closer to Winterhold."
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"No, no, I'll refrain from doing such a thing, when I have my own money I'll be sure to pay you back as well, for the food and my rescue.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "She shook her head before speaking, taking a more adamant tone than before. \"Not necessary. The first thing you should be concerned with is getting your grasp on how Skyrim is now and what you've missed while you were down there.\" While she did think about offering to have him help her with ruin exploration, the thought left as soon as it had came. Ever since that day, she refused to bring others with her into Dwemer ruins for fear of them being harmed."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I insist you let me pay you back, you've done me a great service and I shall not let it go unrewarded.\" He says, \"Perhaps I may be of assistance to you in some way? Maybe on your next delve? Its unwise to go alone, if I had someone with me during my trip 60 years ago I wouldn't have gotten trapped.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I appreciate the offer, but I much prefer to delve alone... For personal reasons.\" She still remembered her first expedition in Skyrim vividly, losing all of her party except who later died after they went their separate ways. And of course, she still had scars and a missing eye because of it. She would hate to have anyone suffer similar fate because of her."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"A stupid and foolish mistake.\" He states plainly, with a cruel tone, \"You'll end up dead. And nobody will be there to help you. These aren't Morrowind's ruins where you can go traipsing without a worry in the world. The Animunculi will tear you to shreds without proper backup. And *Definitely* Don't let your guard down.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Respectfully, I've been exploring Skyrim's ruins for the past two decades. I am well versed in making my way through them. I just don't want others to be hurt on my behalf.\" Her response was in a much different tone, sounding somewhat hurt or maybe offended by his response. The only time she had been seriously injured was with a group, and now she was belittled for travelling alone."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"How noble, you truly are a saint.\" He says, \"You're a researcher, not a soldier. When you're facing a squad of animunculi you'll have no choice but to retreat. And you won't be able to carry as many artifacts, it's simply not wise to go alone.\" He responds, \"Mercenaries expect to get injured or die on their jobs, it's an occupation hazard, most of them know how to quickly dispatch falmer and automata, that's why you hire them.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"It comes from a bad past experience.\" She snapped back, her voice now with a slight tinge of spite. She was a good person and she *Hated* Being mean. \"I can hold my own against the machines and I don't want *Any* Deaths on my hands, not again. I can carry my own artifacts, I don't need many because I already have most things I'd want. There are very few artifacts that interest me anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Ah yes, and I suppose you'll be completing lots of research and performing many marvels of engineering when you're dead, then?\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"Well I haven't died yet, nor have I gotten myself stranded in a cave.\" She took a small jab at him, returning the sarcasm she was being assailed with. \"Please, just stop insulting me and how I choose to work.\" She pleaded, wanting to just stay on good terms."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He scoffs, but relents, \"I suppose I should apologize if I overstepped my bounds, but I stand by my point.\""
},
{
"author": "krystalslasher",
"message": "\"I respect your right to have an opinion on how I conduct myself, I simply ask that you do not berate me about it.\" She stated quite simply as they came into sight of the city, it's tallest buildings cresting over the snowy horizon."
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A breeze whistles through the rocks at the side of the mountain, what one would think was the mountain side, was merely collapsed stone covering a cave entrance. It was clear the stones were there for a long time, they were frosted and snowed over, lichen growing on the tops of some of them. There's a light clanking sound emanating from the rocks, happening at 3 second intervals"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Travel is never fun, at least not for Dar'zaddha, especially not in the bitter Skyrim cold. However, it was a necessity. Skyrim is a large country, one with many areas covered in snow. He grumbles as he walks, boots seeping deep in the snow. If he wasn't so insistent on finding some place out of the breeze to camp for the night, he'd set up right on the mountain's edge. In the dead silence of the frozen mountainside, a clanking sound catches his ear. He follows the sound to what seemed like another part of the mountainside, the rocks frosted over and covered in snow. His tail twitches in curiosity, and he knocks on the rock to see if it's hollow."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Tapping... Tapping... A person? HELLO?!\" A voice cries out, \"Syrabane's mercy, please be a person.\" His voice full of desperation. The clanking sound continues, you're not *Certain* What exactly it is, but it sounds like metal chipping at rock"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha's eyes widened. It must be a cave-in of some sort. He pulls his hammer from his back.\n\"Yes, I'll do my best to help get you out!\" He calls out before rearing back with his hammer. He brings it down with a resounding clang of metal on rock, trying to crack it so it's easier to move out of the way."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The hammer thrums as it hits the stone, vibrating your whole body, the stone is too hard to crack with a hammer, due to the frost and ice completely coating it"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Whatever that was... I did not like the sound of it, don't do that again, please.\" He calls out from inside the cave. He casts Magelight, beams of light can be seen through the cracks in the rocks"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Shit, the rock's too frozen to crack, do you have any ideas? I don't know any magic, so that's not an option,\" He calls out into the cave. Due to the lack of smoke, he assumes the light is magic and not a torch. That's good, the smoke wouldn't be good in a confined area. His voice is thick with an Elsweyr accent, even though he speaks in first person."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Explosives would be a bad idea, don't want to cause a further cave in. A pickaxe would work, or something similar, what we need is leverage to get the rocks out.\" His voice sounds educated, and a bit wizened"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I haven't a clue why I didn't think to use my pick first off,\" He grumbles and unhooks the pickaxe from his waist. He readies himself and swings it down at the rocks, trying to get in a good groove to be able to wedge the rock aside."
}
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{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The pickaxe falls true, right in the gap between to rocks"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "The clanking noise continues, he's doing something on his end but you can't really see what"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He uses the leverage to push and loosen the rock."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The rock clatters free, crushing the snow underneath. A few more rocks are loosened by this, the ice splitting and breaking off in small sheets. The man's face is slightly visible, his eyes look a bit... Crazed, and his face unkempt, and he has a long dirty beard."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That's it! Keep doing that! Divines... I can see the sun!\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"We'll have you out in time,\" He says. He hefts up the pickaxe and jams it down in another crevice between the rocks, and he pushes again to remove another stone."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "More rocks shift, seeming to crumble as he moves them, the hole seems big enough for the elf to get through"
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He releases a triumphant hurrah, and starts trying to crawl through the gap, arms first, \"Sweet fresh air!!\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha gives him space to crawl through, not wanting to touch the man without asking first. He asks, \"Would you like me to help pull you out?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Please, I'm afraid my muscles have atrophied a bit. Not a lot of room for excercize in a cavern.\" He says, \"Just glad the collapse didn't hurt *Me*.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He nods and grabs ahold of the man's arms and pulls, hard. He grunts out as he pulls, \"Yes, it is good you are unharmed. This would be much harder without help on your end.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "You can see marks on the rock underneath him, as though it was chiselled away. \"I was told there were falmer in this cave, and alas there were. They weren't keen on helping me,\" He releases a strained sound as he gets back on his feet, he's thin, and his face is gaunt, \"I don't recommend chaurus, the meat is slimy and doesn't taste good.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"By the divines, why would you go *Searching* For falmer? They are not friendly, no? But I suppose that does not matter now. You,\" He accentuates his words by poking the gaunt man's shoulder, \"Need a good meal, get that chaurus out of your system. You may join me at my camp if you would like, yes? I have some dried venison and vegtables in my pack.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He stretches, letting out almost pained groans, \"I'm a researcher. I've been studying the Dwemer and Falmer, there's a lot of overlap in my studies. I was hoping to learn more about their habits, their culture if they still have one. During my time in there I learned quite a bit about them, as well as how to survive living in a cave... I'm not certain how long I was in there...\" His mind wanders, then snaps back at the mention of food, \"Yes, please, any food would be excellent right now. Even Dunmer cuisine.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha's ears perked up as he heard the man was a researcher, \"I am also a researcher, myself. I am fascinated by the Dwemer, though not so much the Falmer. Something there hasn't clicked with me yet. I suppose I am simply more into the mechanics than another civilization driven by magic.\" He nods when the man mentions a need for food, \"Then you will be joining me. You are in luck, as I was looking for a place to camp before noticing the cave-in. While we search for a place to camp, you can tell me who you are, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I am Haliochtus.\" He says, \"I came from the Summerset Isles.\" He says, \"What year is it?\" He asks, a sort of bewildered tone in his voice, as he follows Dar'zaddha"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Fourth era, 201, of course,\" He says. His boots sink deep into the snow as he walks, bringing a grimace to his face. However, he perks up seeing a place a bit further up the mountain that seems to be out of the wind. He walks for a good few minutes before speaking up again, \"Oh! Silly me, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Dar'zaddha Nimplepaw, from Rawla-Kei, er, Riverhold, I think it is called. I have not been out of Elsweyr very long; I am barely even used to talking in the first person.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He stops dead in his tracks, tears well in his eyes \"201....\" The words leave his lips, full of sorrow, \"I entered that cave in... 101, I think...\" The tears roll down his cheeks, \"It's been a century...\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha stops and turns back towards Haliochtus. A hundred years... A lot changes in a hundred years, even for mer. He steps closer to the man and gingerly pats his shoulder, \"That is... A long time to be stuck in a cave, but think of all the innovations made while you were gone! All the information gathered while you were in the cave and how what you know may alter their hypotheses. Who else can say they survived 100 years with the falmer, eh?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"The last thing I remember was... The Void Nights ending. The Thalmor claimed it was them who ended them, but I have a hard time believing that.\" He says, \"Since then I've been trapped in that blasted cave. I hope I haven't missed anything... Major.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Eh, you've missed some things, but that can wait. Let us set up camp and get some food in you, yes?\" He says. He'd prefer Haliochtus cry in his own bowl of boiled potatoes, not in the middle of the frozen mountains. At least then it'd stay warm."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He coughs, composing himself, \"Yes, yes, it'd be nice if we weren't in Winterhold, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers, or something.\" He says, \"Did you find any good spots?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, right up the mountain, just a bit,\" He says as he point at the spot he had seen, \"It should be out of the wind.\" He continues walking up the mountainside, checking every now and then to make sure Haliochtus is following."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He's following, a bit slow, but he's following. His eyes wander, as does his mind. He's off in another world right now."
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "As soon as he gets to the area he'd spotted, a place overshadowed by a cliff up above, he starts clearing away some of the snow first. Then, he sets down his pack and gets out some firewood he bought from a mill. He sets up the firewood in a small pile and arrays some tinder atop it. Finally, he pulls out some dried, unraveled twine and begins striking some flint against a bit of steel to create sparks. The sparks catch the twine ablaze, and soon enough there's a fire going. He nods his head towards the fire, \"Come, sit. Warm yourself.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "With a quick flick of his hand a short gout of flame comes out and fully lights the campfire. He hovers his hands over it, he takes a seat on a log, \"Divines, it's been a long time since I've actually sat in front of a campfire. I couldn't use them in the cave for fear of suffocating myself with the smoke.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, yes, it is not good to light fires in confined areas,\" He says. His focus is more on constructing the cooking spit he had purchased, fighting to jab it deep enough in the ground that a pot wouldn't knock it over. He eventually gets both posts in the ground and the spit put together, a cooking pot hanging above the fire. He pours some water from his water skin into the pot and tosses in some meager herbs, just enough to make the boiled potatoes palatable. He almost adds some moon sugar, but he looks at his companion and sets it aside. Then, he gets to chopping up potatoes with his knife. He focuses on the potatoes but decides to start some conversation, \"So, what was it like with the falmer, if that's not a tough question to answer?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Well they aren't ones that talk much. I'm honestly surprised I'm able to talk, that and I don't seem to have gone *Mad*. That is if you're a real person and not a figment of my imagination.\" He chuckles, \"They're completely blind, their ears perfectly adapted for detecting any and all sound. They also seem to work in clans, led by a shaman.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha chuckles as well, \"Well, I would be quite odd for you to hallucinate, no? A cold cat in the middle of the mountains.\" He nods as Haliochtus continues speaking, \"Yes, that all makes sense with what I've heard of them. I am sure it is quite hard to gain new information when they are trying to cut you limb from limb.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I wouldn't imagine the first thing I'd hallucinate would be a Khajiit, no.\" He laughs, \"Well, I do have some insights. Although they don't show any signs of their old culture, and they don't use any language I can discern, they're still quite good at communicating with each other. They also put up effigies, I'd assume they are for religious purposes, but I'm not sure what god they worship.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"It is tragic, is it not? That the once large falmer presence in Skyrim is now nothing but monsters with no memory of their past culture? Perhaps they will evolve forward this time, but I know if that were to happen, I would not see it in my lifetime,\" He says, tossing some chunks of potatoes into the pot. Pausing for a moment, he rummages through his pack before he pulls out a bit of wrapped cloth. He unravels it and reveals strips of cured meat. He holds a piece out to Haliochtus, \"Here, to tide you over until the meal is done.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He obliges, taking it, biting into the tough, dry meat. \"Still better than chaurus.\" He says with a chuckle, \"Indeed. Although I suppose you could expand your lifespan with magic, but that isn't everyone's desire. I would be quite interested to see what their new culture would be, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha shakes his head, \"I have no skill in magic, unfortunately. Simply never came to me.\" He finishes up cutting potatoes and tosses them into the pot alongside some chopped up cured meat. He looks back at his pot of moon sugar and decides to tuck it back into his pack. He says, \"It would have to be interesting, at the very least.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Surprised you hadn't added any sugar to the pot.\" He says, \"Khajiit sweet tooth and all,\" He continues, \"It's never too late to train in magic, personally I think it was one the best choices in my life. I doubt I could've survived in that cave without magic.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Eh, I did not want to add it and have you not like it. I can always add it to my own bowl,\" He shrugs. He stirs the pot to keep anything from settling and burning as he continues to speak, \"To each their own. I could say the same thing about working at a forge. I worked a forge for eight years, and that builds strength. The same strength that made it so I could get you out of that cave.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He laughs, \"You have a good point.\" He says, \"On both topics.\" He grins, \"I have a bit of forge experience, though I've only ever worked with Dwarven Metal. I hope I can find a place to get back to my work making prototypes.\" He says, \"I still have some of my old sketches.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha's attention was immediately grabbed with the mention of prototypes and sketches. He grinned, \"Perhaps we could trade notes. I've actually managed to get a dwarven spider to work outside of a ruin, mostly with parts I forged on my own. Unfortunate that I left her in my room in Markarth, it is. I'd love to show her to you.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I bet the spider would have been useful getting me out, since they're excellent at mining.\" He says, \"Perhaps we can, most of my sketches and notes are a lot more... Fantastical ideas.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, her help would have been very useful. She was excellent at Bthardamz with the Peryite worshippers.\" He cocks his head, \"Fantastical? How so?\""
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"My ideas have always been a lot larger than simply repairing old animunculi.\" He says, he pulls out a journal, several leafs of paper stick out from the sides, the journal looks like it's seen much better days. He pulls out one leaf, the edges are tearing a bit, and the image is slightly faded, but still visible. A sketch of what looks like an armless crossbow, there's a spot for storing bolts, as well as a chamber underneath the crossbow, \"This is a weapon schematic I've been toying with, a steam-powered crossbow.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He takes the leaf of paper and examines it, tail twitching in his curiosity. He hands it back after a minute or so and says, \"This is truly something I would not mind helping with. My spider was just the first thing I did when I was getting into Dwemer studies. Nowadays, my mind is set on expanding dwemer architecture just like that. Imagine, if you will, steam powered carriages or giant spiders that roam the land with people and cargo on its back, able to navigate the wilds better than a carriage ever could. Or perhaps pipes that bring fresh water into people's homes. That is my dream.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I think the Baandari Peddlars use something similar to the giant spiders. There were also a few spiders back in the Second Era, I remember reading about them in my studies. They weren't common then, and they're even less common now, I suppose the art fell out of favor.\" He says, taking another leaf out, this one was more fantastical than the last, it's an enclosed farm, using piping of steam and water to not only heat the farm but also irrigate it, allowing crops to be grown all year round and no matter the climate"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha takes it and examines it in awe. He runs his fingers over the sketch lines before handing it back. He grins and says, \"I would be willing to help put this all together. I am very good with my hands and putting things together. I know how to replicate dwemer cogs and what not.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"With that one I think the issue is heat. The Dwemer used steam for a lot of their power, heating the water using magma from deep in the ground.\" He says, \"I'm uncertain how to do that on the short term... Perhaps enchanting of some sort?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He thinks for a moment before nodding, \"That could work, I think. I know fire salts can keep a forge blazing hot with just a pinch, perhaps that could be used, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"True, true.\" He says, thinking, \"The enclosure could even have it's own contained water cycle, so we wouldn't need to draw much water.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Exactly! And it would improve quality of life immensely, especially for cities like Winterhold and Windhelm where the ground is hard with permafrost. Now, if only we could get the funding to attempt the project...\" He taps his chin in thought before his eyes brighten with an idea, \"I have connections in Markarth, perhaps the jarl would find it useful for the city?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Perhaps, but Markarth doesn't really need it, compared to Winterhold and Windhelm the climate there is quite mild.\" He says, \"The Jarl of Windhelm might like the idea...\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I only say Markarth because people know me there. I was supposed to research Nchaund-Zel, but this damned spider ambushed us. But yes, the Jarl of Windhelm might very much like the idea. The Jarl of Winterhold may not like the idea of using magic to farm crops as much,\" He nods."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That's surprising, isn't it home to the College of Winterhold?\" He asks, \"Kind of odd to not like magic while housing one of the premiere magic institutions.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"If I remember correctly, he blames the college for most of Winterhold falling into the sea while the college stays standing,\" He answers, \"It is odd that everything fell away around the college, I say, but I assumed it was just because the college had wards keeping it from being destroyed.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Hmm, that is odd. I'm not sure what magic could have caused such an event. But landslides do happen.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, exactly. I do not think it is proper to blame the mages. Landslides happen, especially when you are living on a cliff,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Is Solitude still standing? I'd be surprised if that cliff was still standing.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, Solitude is still standing. I do not know how with its precarious positioning, but it is still standing,\" He chuckles along with him."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"One full siege and it'd be a part of the sea.\" He laughs, \"So, are there any other major events I should know about?\" He asks, with a somber tone"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"There is a civil war occurring,\" He says, \"I do not keep up with history and politics much, but from what I've heard, after the Empire lost to the Thalmor, Talos worship was banned. In response to that, Jarl Ulfric of Windhelm created a resistance and eventually challenged the High King to a duel. Ulfric won with a Shout, and now there is a civil war between Ulfric's Stormcloaks and the Empire.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, though not because he found it funny, \"Of course the Thalmor accrued more power. Shouldn't have thought anything different from them.\" He says, \"I'd like to meet Jarl Ulfric, though. He sounds like a good man.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I am... Neutral to it all. Skyrim is not my home and all that, so I feel like it is not really my place to take sides. I feel like helping Skyrim is just a step towards helping my own people,\" He explains."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He nods, \"That is an understandable view.\" He says, \"I'm on the side working against the Thalmor, though. They're irresponsible, they and everything they stand for must be destroyed.\" He says, a grim tone in his voice, \"I was raised in the Summerset Isles underneath their rule, it was horrible. And the fact they've gotten this much power is unforgiveable.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I understand that,\" He says, \"Elsweyr has a high Thalmor presence. They are... Not kind to khajiit. I hold no love for them. I also think I do not know enough of the Stormcloaks beside rumors to properly put my support behind them.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"All I need to know is that they're willing to fight against the Thalmor. And it seems the Empire is in no state to try.\" He says, \"I feel quite sad for the Khajiit, I must say. It seems any time the Aldmeri Dominion is facing any hardship them and the Bosmer are thrown in the middle of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Thank you. It is... Rare that we are given any sympathy. Most think of us as liars, smugglers, and thieves, but they refuse to understand how stories and being nimble are part of khajiit culture. Let alone those who understand that moon sugar is just as much a religious imbibement as it is a seasoning. Even more so, people do not understand that people addicted to skooma are victims that are sick with an illness, and it is the producers that taint a holy substance into something terrible. Though, skooma is sometimes used by Moon Bishops in ceremonies, but that is strictly controlled. I suppose that is the only place it is acceptable,\" He rambles, animatedly waving his hands as he speaks."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He nods as Dar'zaddha rambles, quietly taking in everything he says, \"I regret not going to Elsweyr when I had the chance. I suppose I'll stick around Skyrim a bit longer and visit at some point. As much as I dislike heat it seems like a nice place.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha goes quiet as he listens to Haliochtus speak then nods vigorously, \"Oh, home is beautiful. Though, I will say the inland makes places like Falkreath feel as frigid as this place we are in in comparison. The coasts are much cooler, though, much greener than people expect, too. If you are ever in Rawla-Kei, feel free to swing by the market and tell the suthay man selling vegetables with pure white fur that you know me, he'll likely sit you down with a giant meal and ask if you helped talk me out of my Dwemer obsession.\" He chuckles."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"He'd be very disappointed by my response,\" He says with a hardy laugh, \"I wonder where I could set up a lab...\" He says, thinking out loud, \"I'd need to be a good distance away from a city, I doubt they'd like the sounds that would come from the lab.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Eh, I've learned to just keep certain things to a low volume,\" He shrugs, \"I rent a room in Markarth. Not a very fun city to live in, I'll say. Forsworn are thick in the hills, and the beds are made of stone. Not even straw, just slabs of stone.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Perhaps I could repurpose a cave somewhere, perhaps in Whiterun or The Rift.\" He says, \"Doesn't have to be pretty, just out of the way.\" He says, chuckling at the comment on the beds, \"A proper dwemer bed.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"There's a cave pretty near the ritual stone, if you're willing to clear it out. I had to stay in the mouth of it while going from Windhelm to Whiterun,\" He says. \"Actually, the dwemer seemed to have slept on metal frames. It's still dubious as to if they had some sort of mattress or padding atop them, however,\" He explains."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"They also slept on slabs of stone. You see beds like that in a lot of their ruins.\" He says, \"If I take a cave I'd like one in a more mild climate. Preferably with a high ceiling for a more... Laborious and large project.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha nods, \"I did not know that. I will admit, my only time actually in a ruin was Bthardamz, and that was cut short due to Peryite's afflicted having taken over the ruin.\" He thinks for a moment before shaking his head, \"I cannot think of a place like that. I do not do much cave delving, myself.\""
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Oh well, we should change that at some point. There's really nothing better than seeing the ruins up close. The Animunculi in action. The tonal architecture, still working to this day.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Ah, I have actually been planning a trip to Arkngthamz to try and find the Aetherium Forge. I just need to amass the gold for mercenaries and bring a few other researchers along.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"When I'm settled in to life in civilization once more, I would be glad to join you.\" He says, \"I doubt you'll even need to hire mercenaries.\" He says with a boastful laugh"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I'll hold you to it, friend,\" He chuckles, \"Maybe not, but you can never be too safe, no? I'd rather be a thousand in the hole than six feet underground.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"That's the beauty of Conjuration magic, no? You can summon fighters for you without wasting a single septim.\" He says with a smirk"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He raises a brow, \"Are you a conjuration mage, then? I have nothing against it, honestly. Even necromancy has its uses.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I have a focus in Mysticism and Destruction, but I am well trained in Conjuration.\" He says, \"Many of the spells I know served me well when observing the falmer. Both in fighting them and studying them.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I did not know Mysticism is still used, but I do not doubt its usefulness. I've heard many things of what spells can be used for, both good and bad,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Only one of its spells is still commonly used,\" He says, \"Wrongfully assumed to be a Conjuration spell.\" He continues, \"Soul Trap. Every enchanter knows it.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"You've caught me, I assumed it was a Conjuration spell. All I know of Soul Trap is the arguments over its use on humanoids or creatures with black souls.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"The power of the black soul is great, but the question of if its worth damning them is... A complicated one.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"That is why I stick to white souls when I dabble in enchanting. I would not feel right keeping anyone out of their respective afterlife, even if we do not agree on what afterlife there is.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"There isn't one single afterlife. There are many. I believe it depends on whom you worship.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"You know a bit more about this than I. Are you a religious man, Haliochtus?\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Somewhat. I am a follower of Syrabane, one of the Aldmeri God-Ancestors, his domain is Magic.\" He says, reaching into his bag, removing a statuette made of red crystal, it bears the likeness of an altmer figure, \"This is a Safeguardian, an etched piece of crystal, said to ward off disease and curses. Many Altmer carry these on them, as a good luck charm of sorts.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He nods and says, \"Huh, I had never thought of Altmer as particularly religious folk.\" His tail twitches as he eyes the statuette, \"I do not consider myself very devout, but I revere Azurah like any proper khajiit, and as a scholar, I look towards Hermorah. And of course, I try not to stray from my Path, which I believe will lead me to great inventions and very warm sands.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Ah, Azura and Hermaeus Mora, I've never been one to worship the Daedra, but I won't judge you for it, many cultures do worship them.\" He says, \"If I recall the Khajiit refer to the gods as Spirits, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, we do not have Daedra and Aedra. We have the Sky, Worldly, Wandering, and Dark Spirits. It is... Odd, hearing others speak of them as if Azurah or Hermorah are inherently evil because they deem them beings of chaos and change. Although, I am sure it is strange for you all to hear us revere your chaos deities as normal spirits,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I don't really care, so long as you aren't worshipping one of the truly depolorable Daedra, such as Molag Bal or Mehrunes Dagon.\" He says, \"If you did I would be, rightfully so, cautious, as they are not known for being benevolent.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"You know, we actually see Mehrunes Dagon as a kitten, which is why he has a tendency to rend and destroy the world around him. And I forgot a type of spirits, I will admit. The Adversarial Spirits include Merrunz, Molagh, and Merid-Nunda. They hold no love for our kind. I have always found it curious that some see Merid-Nunda or Meridia as one of the few good daedra, while we see her as light without love,\" He explains."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"It could be due to her hatred of the undead, as well as how other cultures see light as a wholely good concept, while the Khajiit instead show reverence to the moons, rather than the sun.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He nods pensively, \"Perhaps, perhaps. I still think it is amusing to see a spirit of destruction as a kitten. Kittens love to get into places they do not belong and tear apart everything their little paws touch.\" He grins."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Indeed. It is quite humorous\" He says with a laugh, \"Isn't Sheogorath known as Skooma Cat by your people? I recall hearing something about nothing being more mad than a cat on skooma\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, he is. Though, he is also called Sheggorath, no 'o' and two 'g's, in Ta'agra. He is indeed called the skooma cat because there is nothing madder than a cat on skooma. He is said to cause all negative effects of skooma and moon sugar,\" He explains."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"So was it Sheogorath who created Skooma or was it the Dunmer?\" He asks, \"I've heard it stated both ways, and I want your opinion on the matter. Many blame the Khajiit for the skoom crisis, but I feel like they are just victims of the circumstances.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"From what I know, khajiit have used skooma in religious ceremonies for a long time. The Dunmer, however, started mass producing and abusing it, even making it with spoiled moon sugar. Spoiled sugar results in much harsher negative effects such as the rage.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Interesting.\" He says, he then rolls his eyes, \"The things they do to cut costs down. The scum.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha shakes his head, \"It is a tragedy what they have done. So many people lost to abuse.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"And your people are taking the blame.\" He says with a disappointed expression, \"We should move to a less depressing topic, I think.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Yes, that would be best, I would say,\" He does indeed say. He checks the pot on the spit and sinks a fork into one of the chunks of potato. It sinks in easily, the potato soft. He gets out two bowls and heaps some potatoes into them. Handing a bowl to Haliochtus, he says, \"Here, food's done.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He takes the bowl eagerly, starting to eat the potatoes, savoring them like they're fine eating, \"These are wonderful, thank you!\" He says with a tone of near pure bliss"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Your taste must be truly shot after your time in that cave,\" He says with a chuckle, \"I am not a good cook in the slightest, let alone with camp rations.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He laughs, \"You spend a century eating nothing but cave plants, mushrooms, insects, and skeever and get back to me one what good cooking is.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha laughs in return, \"You are right, you are right. Even my mediocre cooking must taste divine compared to that.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"You could have fed me anything I would have enjoyed it, I'm sure.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Well, I am glad I could be a good host. Even if you are easy to please,\" He grins."
}
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{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Ah yes, nothing is more easy than mining into a mountain.\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"You have me there, friend,\" He chuckles in return, \"You have got me by the tail, I would say. But I am glad you are enjoying your food. Again, I am not a good cook, so it was fifty-fifty.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"You're being to hard on yourself,\" He says, finishing off his bowl of boiled potatoes, \"Say, is Helgen still standing? It's the first stop on the way to Cyrodiil, and there's a researcher with the Synod I need to speak with.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha finishes his own bowl and sets it aside, answering with a cocked head, \"I think it is? I have not been towards central Skyrim in some time. I tend to spend most of my days out West.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'll have to make my way there soon. Perhaps while I am in Cyrodiil I can make contact with my family back home and pay you back for my rescue. You will not be disappointed by the reward, I'm sure.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He waves a hand in dismissal, \"You do not need to reward me. Helping someone out of a cave-in is the least a decent person should do if they have the ability to, and I did.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"Yes but you should still be rewarded, I insist.\" He says, \"Perhaps you could join me along the journey, you need not come with me to Cyrodiil, unless you want to.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Until I have the coin for the mercenaries, I have nothing better to do. I do not see why I can not or should not,\" He shrugs, \"I may as well go with you to Cyrodiil. I have only been there briefly in my travel to Skyrim.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He claps his hands together, \"Well, I believe we should get moving then. I still have some coin on me so I should be able to hire a carriage at the nearest town.\" He says, \"Does Winterhold have a stable? Or is it Windhelm...\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"It is Windhelm. I learned that the hard way,\" He hums, tossing out the rest of the water into the snow as he begins to disassemble the cooking spit."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He kicks snow into the firepit, extinguishing the flames, \"Well then, to Windhelm we must go, perhaps we could stop at one of the hotsprings, they seem a nice place to relax.\" He says, \"As long as you don't mind the smell of sulfur.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha puts everything back into his pack, \"Eh, as long as it does not cling to my fur, we should be fine. All else fails, I use some coin on some new scented oils for it.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Fair enough,\" He dusts off the bottom of his pants, \"I should probably buy some new clothing, too.\" He says, \"I'm surprised I don't smell that bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Oh, I assure you that you smell terrible. You absolutely need a bath and to throw out those rags, I was just being polite,\" He snickers and stands, throwing his pack over his shoulders."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Maybe it's not that bad, and you just have a sensitive feline nose.\" He says in a joking mocking tone, \"Perhaps I should fill my pockets with some wildflowers?\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He covers his nose indignantly, \"Hey, it is a perfectly normal nose. I am not even that much of a cat, truth be told.\" He snickers again, \"The wildflowers might actually help.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He laughs, \"After a while you don't notice your own scent, I am sorry to say.\" He says, \"You wouldn't happen to have shears or a razor, would you? If I'm going to bathe I might as well cut this off.\" He says, lifting his *Long* Ponytail up"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "He shakes his head, \"No, I am not an alchemist, so I do not even have herb shears. I have a knife if you would like to try using that, however.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He sighs, \"I might as well conjure a dagger. Or perhaps a store on our way will sell one. I was foolish not to pack one.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"We may come across a khajiit caravan on our way, though Skyrim is a large place and there are few of them, so it is a small chance,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I certainly hope we do,\" He says, \"I'd like to at least get rid of my beard before going to Cyrodiil.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"If not, then I'm sure Revyn Sadri or the smith in Windhelm will have something you can use,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He starts walking, \"This is what I get for not learning any spells to conjure something I can ride.\" He says, \"I think it's gonna be a long walk.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha follows close behind, \"It shouldn't be too bad, you can make the walk within a day or two depending on how far we are from the roads.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He sighs, \"Well at least there's fresh air. Bitter cold air, but fresh air nonetheless.\" He says, taking a resist frost potion out of his bag and downing it, he lets out a sigh, \"Much better...\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Fresh air is good for the body and the mind,\" He says. He hums seeing Haliochtus drink a potion, \"As sparse as mine may be, I am glad to have fur in places like this. It is not much, but it does help.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He chuckles, \"I'm certain. Alas, us Altmer are more vulnerable to the elements.\" He says, \"Our vulnerability to magic makes us weak against the elements.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha cocks his head thoughtfully, \"Hm, I suppose that makes sense. Perhaps you would not like Elsweyr, then. It is quite warm.\""
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I'm alive here, aren't?\" He says, \"I can adapt. I'm not incompetent, unlike other Altmer.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I was not saying you are, not in the slightest. I was just saying Elsweyr can be very hot in the inlands. You will need much protection from the sun,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I think I could survive it,\" He says with a chuckle, \"I've been through worse.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"I cannot deny that, friend. You have certainly survived more than most,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"I guess I was too stubborn to die,\" He says, \"I'm just glad I'm out of there. It was quite lonely.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"And are you not lucky considering your current company? You could always do worse than a cunning and very helpful khajiit,\" He snickers."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "\"True, I could've been extorted by a brigand. Or I could be owing my life to a Thalmor...\" He says with digust"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"Absolutely. There are many options worse than I. And I have to say, you are not too bad of company either,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He laughs, \"I'm certain I'd be better company if I didn't smell like cave soil and body odor.\" He says with a laugh"
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "\"True, true. Still, you are no Thalmor or bandit. Honestly, you are quite nice to talk to, mostly because we share a field of interest,\" He says."
},
{
"author": "Haliochtus Grayosin",
"message": "He smiles, \"Likewise,\" He says, \"Your company is much appreciated.\""
},
{
"author": "Dar'zaddha",
"message": "Dar'zaddha grins in return, \"Thank you, I am not usually considered good company, so your words are nice to hear.\""
}
] | 38.5 | 1,567 |
66.2 | 2023-09-26 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania's head spun as he arrived at the wreckage, trying to steady himself as best as he could. He groaned and shook his head, his vision going from blurry to normal. He looked at the wreck, his eyebrows shooting up in shock. \"*That... Is not ideal,*\" He muttered to Nulamas."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He laughs, \"*You're telling me!*\" He calls out to his men, a mix of people of many different ages, races, sexes, and backgrounds, \"We've got a new one, boys!\" He shouts in a cheery tone, \"Hey, Teach! Got a new student, hope your Pyandonean isn't too rusty!\" He laughs."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "An older Breton steps forward, he has pale skin and a bushy beard, his clothing is a bit ragged, but of course everyone's is here, he looks Sildania up and down, then chuckles, \"*So do you people just grow on trees?*\" He says in a rough voice, speaking almost fluent Maormer, \"*Don't answer that.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania's heartbeat increased at the view of many people, his stomach twisting. He looked to the Breton who spoke to him, smiling at him politely. His mouth was open to answer his question, quickly closing before he could embarrass himself. \"Uh... Hello,\" He said softly to no one in particular, eyes still taking in everyone."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"Don't crowd the lad.\" He says, placing his hat, goggles, and mask on a table, \"He doesn't speak Tamrielic well, I'm pretty sure he can only say Hello.\" He says with a chuckle, \"You,\" He says, pointing to one of the crewmates, \"Nearest lumber mill is near Windhelm, see if you can make a deal with them to deliver us some lumber.\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The crewmate salutes, disappearing into the cabin then returning in a set of plated and fur-lined armor, then leaves\n\nTeach hands Sildania a book, it's hand written, and is basically a Maormer to Tamrielic dictionary, \"*This'll be helpful to you*\" He says, \"*I can also give you better lessons on my downtime.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "\"*Thank you,*\" Sildania said happily, holding the book close to himself. He turned to Nulamas, still beaming in excitement, \"*What should I do now?*\" He says giddily."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Until you you're better at speaking Tamrielic you'll be reporting to me and Teach.*\" He says, \"*For now you have the day to yourself, read up. Food'll be ready soon... Ish*\" He says with a chuckle"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He nods and scurries over to a broken plank, taking a seat and opening the book. His stomach lurched at the sight of Tamrielic. \"*This is gonna be hard,*\" He mumbled to himself, looking through the pages. *People can speak this?* He thought, squinting at the pages."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He chuckles, \"*You don't know the first of it.*\" He calls out to the cooks, \"You better not skimp out on the snowberries! I don't want anyone dealing with scurvy!\""
}
] | 69 | 662 |
49 | 2023-09-27 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania's nose was buried in the book, his ears slightly twitching at every confusing word. Was it supposed to be so hard to read? He mumbled the words to himself, hoping they were right. \"L... Lost,\" He mumbled, shaking his head. \"*Pronounced it weird,*\" He scolded himself quietly."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "He chuckles, \"*You're gonna have an accent for a while. And the sounds won't sound quite right for a while, too. But once you speak with more confidence it'll be like you're a natural.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He giggled softly and looked back at the book. \"*Sorry, I didn't realize I was talking out loud,*\" He said timidly, continuing to flip through the pages."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*It's alright,*\" He says with a laugh, \"*You shoulda heard me when I was learning. To say I was a fish out of water would be... Too on the nose.*\""
}
] | 43.5 | 196 |
65.545455 | 2023-09-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania watched Nulamas work secretly, a feeling of grand envy making itself prevalent in his chest. Here he was, a mer with no purpose, with no friends, no idea of how the world worked. But this other mer, this *Lucky* Mer, had it all figured out. He had a crew, he had friends, a *Purpose*. Sildania sighed, looking back to the pages as he tried to blink away his tears. Why couldn't he be lucky? He kept his face in the book, trying to calm down his jealous and painful thoughts."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "As he worked one of the Crewmates returned, one that Sildania hadn't seen before, he runs past, straight to Nulamas"
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"Sir! A Thalmor patrol was spotted nearby! If they catch sight of us they'll attack for sure!\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"Damn it all!\" He shouts angrily, \"Get some men to man the cannons, if you can see them from the cannons send em some presents. Have a few move to high ground with bows.\" He says, the only somewhat active ship had become chaotic, with pirates moving back and forth prepping for a possibly impending attack"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He sat like a deer in headlights, not sure what was happening. He heard 'Thalmor' but that was all he could really understand. He looked around, too frightened to move from his spot. *What do I do?,* He asked himself in his head."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Be ready. We might be under attack soon.*\" He says quickly, a shout is heard, shortly before the cannons fire, a quick salvo, \"*Glad we had powder saved up.*\" He says, reaching his arms into his coat, readying his katars, \"*I hope you've got some fighting experience.*\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania scrambled to his feet, his eyes still wide in shock and fear. \"*I have a bit,*\" He responded quietly, standing still as he was unsure of where to go."
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Get a weapon then move to cover. Ambush tactics, stay out of sight and attack when they're not expecting it.*\" He says. The sounds of combat can be heard, cannons fire and magic is cast. One of the pirates runs into the room, an arrow enters his shoulder and he falls to the ground, \"Shit!\" Nulamas yells, pulling the crewmate into cover, \"*You wouldn't happen to know any Restoration magic, would you?*\" He asks, firing a few blasts Electrifying Burst out of one of the openings"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania nodded quickly, too frightened to answer. He began to work quickly on the pirate, muttering an apology in very broken Tamrielic as he pulled the arrow out. He quickly pressed his hand to the wound, focusing his energy to help heal the open wound. He looked over the pirate for more wounds, unable to find anymore. \"Okay?\" He asked quietly, looking down at the crew member's face for any type of response."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The pirate coughs, \"Yeah, I'm fine.\" He says, getting back up, he picks a crossbow up off the ground and a pack of bolts, leaves the ship, returning to the fight"
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*He'll live.*\" He says, as the sounds of combat start dying down, one last salvo of cannon fire rings out, and then cheering. The pirates had won, \"Loot the bodies, leave nothing behind!\" He shouts, \"Toss the bodies into the ocean! After picking them clean! Salvage anything we can use!\""
}
] | 66 | 721 |
68.307692 | 2023-10-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He sat with wide eyes, not understanding a single word Nulamas had just called out. He sat with his hands together, trying to make himself seem smaller so he wouldn't be any kind of inconvenience. He decided to remain silent as he waited for further instructions, his bottom lip hidden beneath his teeth nervously."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "Pirates move in and out, the ones moving out carry empty crates, the ones moving in carry filled crates, filled with mixed objects ranging from weapons to clothing. The sound of heavy objects hitting water can be heard in the distance"
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"That was close, we need to keep them away from the ship if we can.\" He says in a stern voice, \"*Got a job for ya, go help with first aid. Heal anyone who needs it.*\" He says, walking off, \"I want a report on our losses, ASAP.\""
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He nods and then looks down at his feet. He could do this. He could help. He was *Going* To help. He quickly got up, scurrying behind Nulamas and making his way to where all the injured crew mates were. He began to tend to each injured individual, apologizing quickly before he applied pressure and healed the wounds. \"Okay?\" He asked the member he just healed, looking down at them for any type of positive or negative response."
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "\"We've got 5 with small wounds, 3 who are critical, and 1 dead.\" One of the crewmates says, \"We're doing an inventory of what we looted from the Thalmor, once we've got it all counted we'll start divvying loot.\""
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"Alright. Keep an eye on our numbers. You're dismissed.\" He says, \"What damned timing.\" He mutters to himself, then moves to where the wounded are, he takes a rag from his bag and ties it around one of the wounded pirates' leg, using a knife hilt to make an effective tourniquet, \"Anyone seen this guy's leg? If we don't find it we're gonna need to give the poor sod a peg!\" He shouts, \"Mother Sea's mercy did you get hit with a stray cannonball?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "The pirate Sildania is healing nods, then gestures to one next to him who's in worse condition, \"Take care of her, please. She's not doin so good,\" He says, although what he's saying isn't clear to you, his intent would be"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "Sildania nodded, regardless of if he understood what they had said or not. He quickly moved over to the woman laying by the man he had just healed, scanning over her wounds. A large gash was prevalent on her chest, making Sildania sighed. \"I am sorry,\" He whispered to her, pressing his palm down onto the wound. He channeled all of his energy into healing her wound, his eyes fluttering slightly. The skin began to come back together, the pale, golden light of the magic reflecting off of his iridescent skin. He exhaled as the skin fully met, keeping his hand on her comfortingly, \"Okay?\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "She smiles, and takes Sildania's hand, \"Thank you.\" She says, with genuine relief and appreciation in her eyes, she begins helping with first aid"
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"*Sildania!*\" He calls out, \"*Catch!*\" He tosses him a magicka potion, \"*Don't want to run out of magicka*\""
},
{
"author": "The Voice Of God",
"message": "A pirate enters, carrying a severed leg, \"Boss! I found his leg!\" She says, moving to the critically wounded pirate"
},
{
"author": "Nulamas Colchesis",
"message": "\"Great timing,\" He says, taking the leg and putting it in place, \"Doc! Where are ya! We've got someone who needs your expertise!\" He shouts"
},
{
"author": "Sildania Rumren",
"message": "He clumsily caught the bottle, eyes wide at the toss. He quickly opened the bottle and drank the liquid, his face scrunching at the flavor. He cleared his throat and quickly stumbled over to the next injured crew mate, scanning over them for wounds. He turned back and saw the dismembered leg, gagging a little bit. He turned his back again, shuddering as he thought about the sight. He began to work on fixing the wounds, sighing as he watching the cuts, scrapes, and slashes begin to mend. \"Okay?\" He asked softly, waiting patiently for the person to respond."
}
] | 59 | 888 |
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