Wolfie
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Passing the Veil
18+ Open Roleplaying Thread
Author: Wolfie
It is Morndas, the 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201. Rumor will quickly spread concerning the remaining carnage of Helgen after the dragon attack. Four people have survived the event: Ulfric Stormcloak, General Tullius, and two ex-friends from Riverwood who now fight on opposite sides of the war. Killed in the carnage was a horse-thief and an unknown trespasser from Cyrodiil. These four will make their mark upon the world, in time.
Welcome, fellow Travelers of the Forums, to Passing the Veil, one of a small number of roleplay threads featuring the Dragonborn's adventures. Unlike most threads that one may consider similar, Passing the Veil is not about the power, uniqueness and struggles of the Dragonborn, but rather the powers, uniqueness-es and struggles of all people of Tamriel. This is a thread where power is taunted, bonds are tested and values are raised to one of the highest features of one's being.
This story begins like any other: in a tavern.
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Candlehearth Hall was full of life, this night. A Nordic family was celebrating their daughter's sixteenth birthday, and it seems like most of the Nordic population in Windhelm had decided to arrive and spend their night drinking to the girl's health.
Idoma Petirus was not a stranger here. Windhelm had opened it's arms widely to her presence this afternoon, and she had spent the remainder of her day, since journeying here, at the market and the harborside. She loved the harborside, although the populace of Argonian dock-workers and the underlying and unmistakable stench of garbage and kelp was enough to drive her away after a while.
She had initially arrived here, today, to investigate bounties. However, she had gotten distracted as she walked inside. Windhelm is an old and proud city, despite claims of crime and racism directed at the management of the city by Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak.
Elda Early-Dawn did not question Idoma's presence, although the woman's gaze seemed more keen and suspicious than Idoma felt is normal. She had ordered watered-down jazbay mead, which was a favorite amongst common-folk here who are not fond of the Nordic variety of strong swills.
Now, she sat at a chair alone from any table, next to the fireplace – relaxing, her foot twisted around a single strap of her knapsack, listening to the rumbling of conversation around her. The fire heated her right side, leaving the left feeling cold and barren.
The tavern shook when the front door closed. Voices rose and fell downstairs. Intrigued, Idoma stood, picking up her knapsack and cradling it to her stomach, and setting her beverage to the side of the chair, on the floor. The firelight lit her appearance, giving her a strangely callous appearance. Her hair, black as a deer's eye, was not set up into it's usual style and position; instead, it hung down, just barely tickling her collarbone, unreasonably curly and waved from being released from their normal braided style. Her skin was colored pale, contrasting with her wide, light-lidded eyes that gleamed clear, dark green in the light of the single candle.
Idoma made her way downstairs. There is no use of sneaking in an inn, after all, and no reason she should be shy about making her presence known here. As she stood the first step on the steps connecting the first and second floors, she heard the first bit of dialogue between Elda Early-Dawn and an unknown voice.
“..may not return. And if he does, then it means war.”
Elda paused for a moment before replying. “We are already facing civil war, ser.” She paused for a long moment. Idoma paused, in the middle of the steps. She could see Elda's face, now.
She spoke with a man with pale, buzzed hair and a thin, weak goatee that would make any Nord cry out with shame. He bore light clothing made of blue and tan fabric, but it seemed heavier than it's appearance would claim. Many important couriers often wear chainmail or leather underneath their garments in the case of road-side combat. This may be one such courier.
He did not wait for Elda to slowly churn out a reply. “Yes. And we cannot face possible invasion without a leading defense force.”
“Foolish.” Elda's cheeks was beginning to turn into an ugly beat-red color. She appeared uncomfortable. “Impossible. Even legends would avoid Windhelm.”
Idoma watched, frozen there in interest. Invasion? Somebody returning meaning war, although they may not return. “We”. Legends. What legends?
“Not this one. If what he said is true, ma'am, we may have to evacuate” The courier shifted his position. Frost was still clinging to his clothing. He seemed eager to leave. “I just came to warn you, ma'am.” He watched her with a dull expression, eyes are careful as a cat's. Of course. He'll want payment.
Elda seemed to come to this conclusion as well. She reached into the coinpurse on her belt. Idoma began to move back upstairs before the tavern-keep notices her. Although it was an interesting conversation that she had witnessed, it did not give her any work to do. In fact, all it gave her was questions with no answers … and those were the kind that she preferred to not answer at all. They were like fantasy stories – fantastic to think about, but disassembling them serves no purpose except to breed frustration.
She settled back down into her chair and returned to listening to the voices around her. The wood walls of the inn, and the flooring, shuddered again as the door to the tavern slammed closed once more.
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