Open souls of the heartless

[alikh'r damascus]

alikh'r was afraid to respond. he wasnt sure who it could be, but he did seem familiar. he approached the alley. "hello?" he uttered, still suprised.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Phyrior removed the hood from his head.Showing off his circlet , who had the same markings as his robes

Phyrior walked to the thief , taking a closer look at him.He noticed he was an argonian and proceeded asking
"Why are you in Windhelm , son of the hist?Are you hear to help your brothers from the docks?To join up with the rebellion?Or are you here to steal the amulet from Ulfric's room?"

 

[alikh'r damascus]

alikh'r felt as if he'd seen this marking before. it was rather familiar to him. "no," he said in a quiet voice. "im just wandering. im hoping to not be noticed. i dont even know why im still here."

 

[SkyrimDawg]

Kareturek looked at the circlet and rememberd that he stole that circlet years ago, but they found him and took the circlet and left him for death

 

[Blackdoom59]

"A thief on the run?You don't look like someone with empty pockets , why don't you pay off your bounty?"
Phyrior took a look at the orc as well.Then he slowly turned his head to the argonian and asked him
"Who are you thief?Who are you and who is this orc who keeps staring at me?Are you from Riften's Thieves' Guild?
You both recognized the markings on my cloth , so either you are one of the leaders there , or you just heard a lot of stories."

 

[SkyrimDawg]

Kareturek offers a bottle of the strange red liquid to the man with the circlet

 

[alikh'r damascus]

"it's just... ive seen this symbol before, thats all," alikh'r sighed. "sadly, i cant pay off my bounty. my crime is too terrible for that."

 

[Edgeheaded]

A Dunmer with blue skin and red eyes laid down on the snow covering the floor of a destroyed house in Winterhold, his blood was oozing through his clothes as he tried to forget the image of his housecarl dying before his eyes in a dungeon on a quest to scavenge some valuables as he was a merchant. . He was covered in a couple of sheets. "I must get up I can't sleep now." He started walking towards the nearby inn thinking he could find some food and a decent place for rest there.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

Kareturek offered the dunmer some meat and the strange red liquid.

 

[Edgeheaded]

Falas took the meat and red liquid. "Thank you! Thank you a lot Orsimer." He sits on the bench in the corner "Would you care to join me mister...?"

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"The meat comes from khajiits and the red liquid is argonian blood" said Kareturek and ate and drank it.

 

[Edgeheaded]

Falas slammed down the bottle. "What? Why would you drink that?" Falas asks in disgust.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"Where I come from we drink and eat our enemies to get their knowledge"

 

[Edgeheaded]

"A mer would know better than that... Anyway I wanted to ask you, what do you do around Skyrim? I'm a merchant I used to scavenge goods in dungeons until I almost got killed today."

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"Well I usually go around and kill people" said Kareturek with an evil grin on his face.

 

[Edgeheaded]

"Nice job you got there, how about you live a more organized life? How about you join me?"

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"I dont think so" says Kareturek and grabs his dagger and points it at the dunmers throat.

 

[Edgeheaded]

"Hey! Stop it I was only suggesting." Falas summons a lesser ward to guard himself.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

Kareturek takes away his dagger and asks "what kind of armor do you like, I like falmer armor"

 

[Freyja]

Freyja-A dark gray khajiit with black stripes and red highlights, about 5'3. She wears a Nightingale Hood, but she wears Guild Master Armor, Boots, and Gauntlets(it looks AWESOME).

Nocturnal guided her, darkened her path, cloaking her from any. But Freyja was not on a thieving mission. She only came to spy. To look upon these men who thought they were alone. They are so stubborn. Anyone could sneak up on them. She silently took out her Ebony bow-the Argonian would fetch her a nice price. But, being the woman she was, Freyja wanted to see him cower. She took two arrows out, poisoning both of them with a strong paralysis poison that would give her the time to take everyone else out as the Argonian watched helplessly. She aimed the arrow right over his heart-the shot would severely injure him, but he would live if she wanted him to.
"Argonian. I have an arrow aimed at you. Send your 'friends' away, or they will die as well." Freyja had no intention of killing them-just hurting them badly, but it always helped when it came to persuading.

(Not godmodding, I'll find a way to make her lose.)