18+ The Great Journey Retaken

[Hlíf 'Ulfr]

" Why so serious? You act like the party your about to attend seems dreadfully boring. Are beasts such as I allowed to attend such a gathering?"

But the sound of his voice brought her to life or at the very least lifted a veil of suspicion from her eyes, if not for just a moment. My dear friend. Then during that brief space in time where all slowed and she leaned back in to his strong chest a small smile broke over her visage, an all too enthralling sight. She had heard him entering though she dared not hope but now as the light smell of pine danced about her and she could feel his warmth all suspicion was confirmed.

"Oh dearest, it was just so. Simply and dreadfully boring until you arrived. I should hope that you will be allowed, if not I have no interest in remaining." She spoke with a smooth edge to her voice, jesting just as much as she was serious. "Though I must admit, I'm surprised they let you in the gates."

She did not turn, he was the only one for which she did not need to. She felt safer with him at her back, those she did not trust in front of them. Already she had more confidence in the situation if it could reunite the pair if they would know to choose the two together.

"I must say I was surprised when you walked in though I'm glad for it." She mentioned, "You're tired, a long ride from Winterhold is to blame I assume."

She had no need for him to tell her. They had known each other long enough that she could feel it on him and recognize it in his voice. Her own body must have begun giving off a new aura, the Khajiit mutt seemed to forgo hiding her annoyance at the entrance of her friend. She bristled in her own way, she would remember this. Perhaps she would prefer if the Breton was alone, all that much easier to be rid of her..

 

[Kivuli_The_Khajit]

Kiv shoots the lady near Rahd an unimpressed glare, noticing the bristling. A kind of 'What's YER problem?' look. Great, more people. Just what I needed. Kiv heads to the back of the room and looks through some papers of hers, papers pertaining to her primary mission.

 

[Ysarth the watcher]

The old elf, seemingly eras younger than what he really was, watched several more newcomers enter the room as he listened to The Hunter. Ysarth's ears picked up the odd comment here and there and watched as a Khajiit bristled in what must have been annoyance. He did not like the presence of Khajiits - most of the time they were not present for savoury purposes which caused him, without considering the fact he might be surrounded by dishonourable thieves, to grasp the hidden elven dagger slipped under the inside of his thigh armour, dangerously close to his femoral artery - a steady reminder for him to consider if the need was in fact that dire and the swift motion of unsheathing it and landing it home would not be out of impulse.
Ysarth Wildborn scanned the entire room, his eyes dancing from one face to the next. There were several Khajiit's one of which seemed in its natural state of being hooded and hidden that stood close to the female mage that sparked the elf's interest. There was a danger about her - the pungent odour of magic best forgotten engulfed her every move, from her stares to the rising and falling of her diaphragm.
"Psijic order?" He questioned himself in thought.
Then there was the moth-eaten Khajiit, whom, Ysarth presumed, to have been whelped and grown on the streets and in the shadows. There was no honour in that particular one and the other feline-biped at its side looked not much better.
Ysarth quite liked the Hunter he had met and the warrior that had approached them - warriors had honour and respect: that was what seperated men from monsters, like himself.
And the strange creature not far from the coupled Khajiit and mage - a khajiit with tusks. Ysarth regarded the genealogy of the beast but soon dismissed it as it may have required him to spend more time on the matter than he felt necessary at the moment.
The elf shifted uneasily as he caught sight of the Spellsword - steel and magic was a deadly combination. Ysarth knew this as it was exactly the type of battle he used although the magic the elf commanded was completely different from what battlemages and the like wielded.
In all, the diversity of the occupants was immense and no connection was clear. He wandered if any of them shared the same bitter resentment of riding across Skyrim to meet in an empty room with no host and if they had all received a letter similar to his own.
Suddenly, an intruding presence caught the gut-feeling within his chest and the elf turned around to see a sleek figure covered in armour that carried itself with the authority to announce death to the world.

Enter Allerya Vaeltorche.
She descended the short flight of stairs and caught witness to the massive volume of strangers, Blades armour thudding against her lean body as she strode to the centre of the room, which had gone from a slight drone to complete silence. She grimaced as if tasting something bitter at the sight of the men and -mer her senior had contacted, and now she was sent here, to the biggest hole in Skyrim.
She crossed her arms and eyed the many faces before her before booming: 'Who I am does not matter, all that you need to know is that I represent the Blades order. Each of you received a letter from my senior inviting you here to this...' She looked about the room and sniffed the air, reapplying the grimace from earlier. 'What you need to know is something we have been watching for quite some time now. While all of you were killing strangers for coin or robbing others of their salaries, or whatever it is you do with your lives, we have been compiling seemingly unrelated events into something we thought impossible.'
Allerya drew her long katana and pointed it around the room at each of the creatures before her: 'As much as I would rather buy a bunch of skeevers to take on the task, you lot, have to save Skyrim and possibly Tamriel from a magic that once decided who ruled Skyrim and the return of the destroyer of worlds, Alduin.' She grinned. 'What a time to be alive! We have been watching every single one of you for a very long time: keeping track of your jobs, your alliances, your love interests...and no, we as the Blades support neither the Imperials or Stormcloaks so if you've bending for General Tullius or Ulfric Stormcloak, we don't care. What we do care about is the future of Skyrim, and when it concerns the return of the dragons, then there is nothing more important.'
She sheathed her katana once more and approached a rather disgusting looking Khajiit. Allerya looked the creature up and down with her glacial-blue eyes and then moved onto a Breton, or what seemed like one, and clenched his cheeks and jaw in her hands, turning his face from one side to the next before sighing and returning to the questioning eyes before her:
'And how do we do this? It is simple: we find the Dragonborn!'
Allerya second-questioned herself: the Dragonborn. They had not seen the Nord for such a long time it was unlikely he was even alive. She smiled: they were hopelessly under-equipped for a war against the dragons, least of all Alduin. The young Nord knew this might be the beginning of a very deep plunge into a very dark void.

Alla'amir was unprepared to say the least when the thump of a Nord female's boot hit the room floor. It had been slipping its hand into the younger Breton's pocket, to investigate the what was causing the piece of material to crease in such a lumpy fashion when the sound made it jump a near foot high to see a majestic and commanding figure take hold of the centre of the room. It thought the Nord was pretty though, despite the impressive armour and behemoth for a sword. It liked her eyes - cold. Alla'Amir remembered such a cold when he first came to Skyrim.
'Everywhere this one goes or looks it sees cold.' It murmured to itself.
It listened attentively to what the other had to say. The words Dragonborn caught its attention, sounding important and soon found itself being investigated, rather uncomfortably by the warrior Nord female. It did not like that - if it had not been for the other one's sword, it may have come to a reasonably heated disagreement.
"Khajiit is hated everywhere in Skyrim. Perhaps it is a mistake to come to this land, yes?" Alla'Amir assessed in thought.
It gripped the paw of the other one beside him: it was afraid. Afraid of the big words the Nord was using. It did not understand all of them or what they meant but it knew enough to understand that there was danger, and it felt alone again. Soon after grasping the paw of the Khajiit beside it, it felt comforted. The world was not so evil after all, but soon it thought it might become less so.

 

[Ellen Ripley]

Rahd relaxes slightly when Cosset leans back into him . His tail sways beside her and he remains still against Cosset's back as he glances at the other khajiit and the looks directed towards his friend . He isn't quite sure what this furred harlot is thinking but he knows she may be the first to go if an issue arises with whatever is going on . His whiskers twitched as they brushed against Cosset's cheek and he gently whispered," I do not know what's going on but I feel some people in this room carry a unpleasant ambience."

A low growl barely rumbled from his throat , low enough that Cosset would be the only one to hear . He knew better than to act before understanding the whole situation and from what he gathered so far this was a group of fighters. He was a warrior at heart and if help was needed he was more than happy to lend his hand and sword to a good cause . He took a step to be beside his friend still comforted by her presence. He was tired from his travels as his friend knew but he would always support her and watch her back.

Glancing back to the Breton he offered a small fangish grin from underneath his hood ," Did you travel here for the books and reading ?" He would relax for now until someone made him think otherwise and he knew his friend would relax with his presence . They had known each other since childhood and they were well tuned with each other . Soon his thoughts were disrupted by the presence of a strong warrior a blade as a matter of fact .

He was drawn to her presence but his eyes immediately went to the steel of her weapon . Katana's were most certainly a blades weapon of choice . He was impressed and intrigued as she continued her long speech and he was curious if anyone knew he didn't quite belong here . However how she spoke to the people in the room like they were the scum of the earth had irked him . He didn't miss the way she looked at the other khajiit and his mouth slightly twitched . It was always the same to be judged based upon race and not character. He had no doubt this woman had a very strong and righteous personality and it was far and few in between to come across another like that in skyrim .

He however felt a sudden need to speak up for the other strangers and his body tensed up just slightly . He knew his place was to be the shadow and his one and only purpose in this room was to protect . Tilting his head down he kept his hood low as he didn't need to draw attention and as it was made clear this situation was in regards to the safety of all of skyrim .


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[Viarco Strong-Head]

Viarco chose not to instigate anything further of the Khajiit's reaction after she'd overheard what he said to the High Elf; since he got the impression he was going to be working with these people for a while, he didn't want to make things more tense than they already were.

He stuck to his soup, and had finished it when he had noticed a woman walk in; a Nord compatriot. Viarco recognized the armor she was clad in as belonging to the Blades, and he was listening attentively to what she had to say until she brought up finding the Dragonborn. Viarco's eyebrows raised at the notion in skepticism.

"So if you've been watching us so closely, what about us suggests that we can undertake such a tall order as what you speak of? If I may ask, that is."

 

[TommyTequila]

Casamir watched from his perch on the bench, hands clasped in front of his lips. Alduin. The dragons. Casamir had seen a dragon only once, and did what any reasonable person would do. Ran. Now he would be marching into the fray with the men and women with whom he shared this musty room. But, something she said gave him pause. The people in this room were hand selected. He gazed out at the crowd from behind his hands with new eyes. behind every face present was more than he had first judged. The Two half-blood khajiit, the stuttering breton, the short blonde girl covered in blue and her furry companion.... The blades had seen something in all of us that made us the best equipped for the challenge. He was filled with a new respect for the rooms occupants, and his mind swam with questions. He was certain those around him had the same questions, and decided to remain silent for now.

 

[MB_52]

When a Nord woman walked down the steps in an unfamiliar set of armor and started talking about finding the lost Dragonborn Emric took a deep gulp, the Dragonborn was a figure of incredible power and to try and find him would be an incredible journey.

That's when the Nord spoke up about what made our group so special, which made Emric nod in agreement. He hadn't even had a job since coming to Skyrim, meaning that he must have been followed in Hammerfell. The thought made his stomach turn, the less he was reminded of Hammerfell the better. Trying to push those thought aside Emric cleared his throat before speaking up.

"Umm..In addition to what the Nords is asking, if we accept what kind of pay are we talking about?"

 

[Kivuli_The_Khajit]

Kiv starts sI'm a racist asshole who doesn't understand boundaries, respect, or basic human decency and I need helping in amusement. "Us? Find the Dragonborn? Has this one been getting into the Skooma?" She slowly approaches Allerya, looking unamused. "Under normal circumstances, Kivuli would fling herself into this without a second thought. But responsibilities, mate. She prefers to NOT be sent on a wild goose chase right now." The Khagonian crosses her arms once her spiel was over, body posture practically screaming 'crabby impatience'. It was not a usual mood of hers, but this was interrupting a rather important mission.

Lazgl just stares at Allerya like she had a thousand heads. A small inconspicuous healer like herself asked to join a manhunt? This whole world really IS going mad.

 

[Hlíf 'Ulfr]

" I do not know what's going on but I feel some people in this room carry a unpleasant ambience."

They were clearly on the same page. She could feel the low rumble that seeped from her friends fanged lips in every sense. Her chest seemed to take on the action as if her own vocal cords were vibrating, her mind set her body to heightened caution, and her hand once more tingled. But, she appreciated every moment of it. Her eyes spoke the same message that had his verbal cue, in response or in tangent with his dislike.

"Already picking a fight. Tisk-Tisk little mutt." She muttered in response to him, mocking the woman's decision, could she not tell? She was playing with fire.

She crossed her arms and pondered each movement amongst the group still, she was ever watching, her mind never rested. Even the tickling of the whiskers, as enticing and gentle as the sensation was, could not distract her though she longed for but a moments time to run her fingers through her friend's soft fur once more, as when they were young. It was a comfort that she could not allow herself, not now.

" Did you travel here for the books and reading ?" She may have grinned at the question if they had been in isolation but that was not to be.

Cosset began to lean back to meet the ear of the khajiit when she stopped. She could feel the eyes of another on her, analyzing her just as others had done before and as she had done to each character in the room. Her piercing gaze shifted and locked on to that of the Altmer. It was certainly a challenge, as it always was when she met the eyes of other but there were other notes that played there in the blue depths. It was a confidence, a knowledge that she could back up the challenge that gave her a most intimidating look. She was impressed though that he did not shy away from looking her way, for trying to make sense of her. He had gained something that the other had yet not. Though it was not quite respect.

Once more intending to speak she kept quiet as she arrived. A blade clearly, and someone of power. She could remember something of her, though she would not spread the name. It was clear that she did not want it on the lips of those she saw lesser. It was also clear by the cool venom in the Breton's eyes that she, as many others did, could pick up on the woman's view of them. She could not speak for most but certainly, herself and her companion were worthy of better regard. In any other situation, she would demand it, but this was intriguing. The Dragonborn, eh?

Well, She may have respected the woman, if not for her pig-headedness and she had brought an opportunity to Cosset. She had no desire to waste words on her however and decided to let the other do the talking, judging their character as they went. Some point were met with nods, others an irritated or condescending lift of a brow. None impressed her all that much, as of yet.

 

[Kivuli_The_Khajit]

Lazgl then shifts to gaze to the lady mage in blue, the one who'd just locked eyes with the only Altmer in the room. She looked vaguely familiar, might have been one of dozens seen at the College before this Khasimer left for more field study. Deciding to scoot out of the scrutiny of the Bladeswoman in the room, she heads over to that very Mage. "You seem familiar. Were you working with the College of Winterhold, by any chance?" She inquires quietly, tail flicking about nervously.

 

[Ellen Ripley]

When Rahd was young he had no fear or perhaps an emotional withdraw when it come to punishments from Grethod or anyone else that thought he was a scrawny useless furball . It became routine when someone tried to pick on an orphan that he would step in although he was never one to throw the punches . He often took the burden of the physical and mental beatings . Rahd knew one day he would be strong and he was not going to resort to violence . The children in the town had seen enough of that and quite often in the Honorhall orphanage .

It was under such circumstances that he met Cosset . She was one of the few kids that didn't treat him differently because he was a khajiit and she was the only one who stuck up for him . They were opposites in many ways but them seemed to balance one another . While her stay at the orphanage he did his best to protect her like he did with the other children . However she was the only one he called his friend and later thought of as family and his purpose was to protect her until she could do so herself .

As soon as the other khajiit in the room stepped closer to the mage to address her his instinct took over and without a thought he placed himself in between Cosset and the other feline . His hood was still down and although he stood to his full height there was barely a height difference between him and the female khajiit . His hands immediately flexed not ready to draw a weapon but definitely ready to defend against one . His arms were tightened and tense as he was not wanting to start anything especially with a female. His eyes focused and he didn't speak and remained standing there quietly however his body language clearly sent a message.

He didn't trust anyone and he knew that Cosset was more than capable of taking of herself . His fur was slightly raised and his tail swayed behind him . He realized he just made this situation a bit awkward but he would rather die and have his blood spilled than to have his friends life in any sort of danger .



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[Kivuli_The_Khajit]

Lazgl eyes the protective furball clearly trying to intimidate her. Her Orc upbringing taught her to basically pummel such challengers into the dirt, but she wasn't looking for a fight today. "Uhm...it was just a question. I'm from the College too." She points out, a little confused at the male Khajiit's aggressive body language. All she did was walk up and ask a question.

 

[Ysarth the watcher]

'We find the Dragonborn!'
Ysarth chewed on the words; the fact the Blades did not know where the hero was was worrying. How could the most clandestine group in Skyrim not know the whereabouts of the most influential figure in the province? If they had not been able to find him and warn him of the impending danger, how was a group of the most unlikely characters meant to?
A lot of complaints followed the words of the Nord woman: some asking about payment, others complaining about it being useless trying to find someone that may not even be alive.
The elf could not disagree - who was there to say the Dragonborn was alive? The Blades seemed to think so. That, or they knew he was dead and needed someone to do their job. Ysarth wandered about what remained of the order; little, he imagined. They had seen their glory days and were not going to return, not anytime soon anyway. So, climbing out into the open and lead a quest to find a dead man would have been out of the question: why look yourself when you can ask a bunch of strangers to?
As honest and honourable they seemed, the Blades could manipulate quite cleverly, tricking the hapless into joining quests that would, by sacrificing their lives, bring the order one step closer to their goal. Ysarth knew this because he had seen it. He tried to acquit the similarity between the Blades and the Thalmor but struggled to do so. Although the two despised each other, they were quite similar in their methods of coaxing: the Thalmor just favoured force and authority.
Whilst the Nord woman spoke, the Watcher noticed a disturbance in the world of the immediate room and found his eyes watching a tense situation play out - the hooded Khajiit intercepting what appeared to be a physical confrontation between the orkish Khajiit and the female mage. There - again she caught his attention with the subtle appearance of her withheld magic for a moment before it seeped back into the invisible crevice whence it birthed. The Khajiit that stood protectively beside her eased her patience - Ysarth thought the two to be very close. He smiled. The Watcher had bore such a love before, and with its abrupt end had made him sadder than he had cared to show. He admired the two, particularly her, which teased to blunt the caution he had for both the mage and the shadowed Khajiit. It would probably become the death of him.

Allerya grunted in dissatisfaction of the moaning and wining of the patrons that surrounded her: she abhorred self-pity and weakness less so.
'Payment? You will be paid with your lives, if not pay with them.'
She decided to ignore the restlessness that had crawled into the large company and state what she had planned from here on:
'Skyrim and Tamriel will burn black and churn ashes with snow and you would all stand here and grumble about the fulfillment out of this errand?'
This is why she hated representing the Blades - every meeting was the same: who are you to command us? What do we get?
But this time she had to gulp down her pride in a single swig and exploit her tyrannic personality to make these creatures listen: what she represented was far more important than anything else.
'To put it simply, we have encountered a magic being used that was meant to stay dead and lost. That very same magic threatens to return Alduin to this world and end Tamriel, bringing her to her knees and crumbled mountains. It is a magic that should never have been learnt and should be destroyed immediately. Not only will you help us find the Dragonborn, but you will all put an ultimate end to this old magic. Some of you, perhaps all of you, will not make it back. But if you don't succeed, it would reach the same conclusion'
Allerya grumbled in her throat - she wandered if she had made the purpose clear, if they now understood the situation. She hoped they did, otherwise, they may as well die now, in the very room which they were gathered. If the severity of the situation had not landed home, then there was no hope.

The disheveled Khajiit, weighed down by the very thought of dying. It had grown so used to surviving, to dodging the very actions that may have put it to death that the prospect seemed unfriendly to say the least. It had some sense of the dire situation that invaded the room; it felt the uncertainty in the air without having to breathe. It imagined the same scent would create discension amongst those present and ultimately split them into factions.
It sided immediately with the hooded one like itself. Although its affection for the magic-wielder was indeed strong and Alla'Amir was certain the Khajiit would protect the lady with its life and nothing less. That intimidated Alla'Amir - another male Khajiit installing authority. It wanted to be the apical male of those present, but soon realised that its appearence and strength would fail it miserably in the quest to become such a thing.
In a slightly desperate attempt to mask its discomfort with the other one, it approached the hooded Khajiit as well as the one like itself with tusks protruding from its mouth that had made eyes for the female nord mage.
'This one imagines after such warning that its own kind would make the most valued of friends, yes?' Alla'Amir played with the coin pouch in its pocket nervously - being so close to such a fiendish Khajiit and magic wielder made it afraid.

 

[Kivuli_The_Khajit]

Kiv eyes Alla'Amir, then nods. "Of course. This one welcomes all." Her gaze then falls back to Allerya, eyes and body language less annoyed and more concerned. "Forgive her words, this one had little patience lately due to impending war. Though she would appreciate less barking of the orders. May she send word to her Jarl, as she joined his army a month or so ago?" She inquires of the Blades member. "If you wish, she will not mention the returning magic or doom at the present time."

Lazgl nods to Alla'Amir, smiling slightly. "Of course, Alla'Amir. We can be companions. It's always nice to have friendly faces around after all."

 

[Viarco Strong-Head]

Viarco could tell that the Blade was not at all confident in their abilities, and as she had elaborated on the situation being presented to them, the spellsword's skepticism grew even more. It had been years since Viarco had been hearing stories about the Dragonborn regularly; his exploits across the holds, the many dragons that had been sighted and subsequently felled by his blade. He had heard rumors that the man had even become a vampire; Viarco sincerely doubted there was any truth behind it, but it was all the more reason why he was sure a man of such power would be near impossible to find, let alone stop this "dragon necromancy".

The Nord's gaze turned to his companions. It didn't quite seem like the cast to be holding the fate of Tamriel in their hands; Viarco could certainly take on a few necromancers, and possibly a couple dragons if he bulked up his armor and delved further into Destruction spells, but he pondered about the others in the room. Pondered as to whether or not they'd be able to carry this out, and admittedly, whether or not he would himself.

Swallowing his doubt for the time being, though, he decided to speak up once more, after the Khajiit had inquired about letting "her Jarl" know.

"So where would we start with all this? S'there a cult of 'dragon necromancers' or something that's the cause of this? And the Dragonborn's whereabouts aren't exactly 'common knowledge.'" Viarco normally would never talk as much as he had, but he'd always been a bit entertained in egging the cynical on; and he could tell from the way she had been speaking to them that that fit this Blade's description well.

 

[TommyTequila]

Casamir straightened up in his seat as he saw the Khajiits on the other side of the room conspiring and nodding. He turned to Viarco, Ysarth, and Emric and motioned towards what he saw. He spoke quietly so noone else could hear,
"Perhaps we should stick together. It would be easier than having to check our coin pouches every five minutes, and we might even get something done instead of fighting amongst ourselves."
He pulled a tobacco pouch from his pocket and began rolling a cigarette. This made him nervous. He wouldn't have guessed the blades the type to get others to do their dirty work, but that just made him realize even more clearly how little he understood of the situation. He straightened up again and raised his voice.
"And what will your role be in all of this? Will we be fighting side by side? Or are we on our own?"

 

[Hlíf 'Ulfr]

She missed nothing. Not the approach, not the first movement, not the eyes as they laid on her face. Despite this she did not move, rather she remained as silent and still as a statue with her own glacial gaze on the woman speaker. She was far more important and of course was the most useful of the strangers in the room. She would keep her manners in check, if not for her own satisfaction, then for the lack of desire to miss any information. This became harder to do as the Khajiit mix began to speak, however, showing a lack of respect for the situation at hand. She must not have realized that the blade would most likely leave them and now was a most crucial moment, it was in these minuscule minutes that they must glean all their information, and proceed on their quest.

Despite this, she was certain that if she had been herself a khajiit warm rumbles would have erupted from her chest as her partner moved to stand between them. He knew how her reaction to another entering her space would have been hugely detrimental, at least she assumed, and was right to step between them. Besides, this was not social hour. It was as the words finally died off that the mage finally began to make her move. Stepping forward once she began to speak, ignoring the questions of others.

"You will have to excuse this disturbance, though I care not on how it reflects in your eyes. I must point out however that you have provided us with very little useful information, aside from our task. We know as follows; You expect us to seek the Dragonborn to defend against old and dark magic." She spoke boldly directly to the woman,though with no show that this was anything outside the norm. "You think it important to tell us that you have been watching us for some time, as though that will make some impression. Let me ask you, what is that impression you are trying to make? For I am left with nothing but a rather stale taste on my tongue from your words. if you have spent all this time looking for us I feel it will be most embarrassing if you have not managed to at least ascertain some starting point, some information that would pertain to our quest. I'm tired of your posturing. If you have this information, share it with us. If not you are simply wasting your own time for you are a worse fool than any of us."

With that, she turned her head to look at the khajiit. Most likely there would be some surprise as to her forward and confrontational words, though others might simply respect it. She had not abandoned the khajiit herself however and as another approached she dropped to speak at a her normal octave.

"The college has become a most populace place, your face is unfamiliar to me, though you may know my writings or my face from the college." She put simply "Though you would have done better to wait before approaching."

She eyes the beast with what seemed to be nothing but a casual gaze but behind the facade, the wheels turned quickly. The woman was clearly attempting to make some kind of connection through a shared experience, but why? What was her motivation? Was it so important as to single herself out in front of the whole group, interrupting their employer? Whatever it was, she doubted it was good. The feverish glow returned to her eye though her golden face masked perfectly the paranoia that swam bellow. Her hand reached out to touch the side of her dearest friend, her posture straight and tall. She was regal in her new silence, now that she had spoken her piece, she was ready for whatever abuse was to come. She had endured worse.

 

[Kivuli_The_Khajit]

Lazgl just merely nods slightly to her. "That might be it. What magic do you specialize in? My skill is mostly in Restoration." She might as well get to know the people she'd just been shanghaid into working with.

Kivuli then perks up, hearing the mage's words. "Hm, perhaps, answer her question before answering Kivuli's."

 

[Ellen Ripley]

Rahd glanced at the other khajiit that approached and immediately knew this creature posed no threat . His friend here on the other hand was too curious and too forward to simply approach strangers without caution. He knew Cosset liked space and his ears perked up as she began to address the blade . He focused back to the others in the room and he could tell one was whispering but of what he didn't know. He was aware must of these people in the room would probably badly help but he couldn't help but be worried one would surely care less if the others got injured . He couldn't let Cosset be injured because of someone being selfish and not caring about others well being .

His tail swayed and his focus returned to his friend as she addressed the khajiit that spoke to her . He relaxed once she reached for his side and he wanted nothing more than to speak to her in private . It was curious that a blade would deliver an urgent message in this style but then again he has never been hired or asked to run an errand for a blade . Knowing their purpose and they upheld honor was something he could respect and he has no reason to disrespect the woman for now . He felt perhaps it was better to ignore the some of heedless questions asked of her and simply move onto the important ones . In the end it didn't matter the price because this was a task for those who liked the challenge or those who had the heart .

Losing track of his thought he focused back towards the woman and he doubted she had children . He doubted any of these people had children , skyrim was in danger and a blades presence should have been enough to convince these people . He didn't have children but the orphanage was something he took care of and he sent them funds whenever he could. Since Grelod passed away the orphanage's matron was a pleasant woman and made the orphanage larger and placed more beds inside the orphanage so there was room for more children . He helped donate the funds for the supplies they needed like food and blankets .

He would be happy to help and if that's what was needed of him . However if this woman did spy on them he knew Cosset would feel uneasy and this blade should realize he never received an invitation to this small rendezvous. Perhaps she thought he stole one and that thought was amusing because he felt someone in this room disliked khajiit . This brought his focus to the other male cat and he couldn't say much about being friends or companions to these strangers but looking at this khajiit reminded him of one of the orphans . He felt this male was someone who needed help and perhaps a friend . So it was good another one was here with him as he doubted he could offer any sort of friendship.

Still being hooded he remained beside his friend should anyone else decide to approach her. He would wait and address the blade when the time was needed. If Cosset walked away from this situation he may have to have a discussion with her . His tail lightly wrapped around the mages side for a moment and he placed his hand upon her shoulder and offered her a nod and small smile . He was happy to be here with her. He knew she was busy with her studies and projects but it had been far too long since the two had caught up with one another . A new adventure with the two of them on the road sounded perfect . Just like the adventures they had when they were teens .



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[Ysarth the watcher]

Casamir was right, of course. As much Ysarth treasured the hope in finding good in people, danger was very real and a congregation of natural-born sneak experts spelled more than just trouble.
But the elf's concerned had fastened onto the Nord female dressed in Blades armour. She was intimidating, he gave so much, but he felt there was more to her words. She was uninterested in the folly needs of those present; he could see that quite easily. It was a sense of loss, hidden behind her bitter facade that failed momentarily and repeatedly in her eye gestures. Ysarth pitied her: and now that same loss she felt was cradled in the looming destruction of her life under the foot of a necromancer. A necromancer they would have to eliminate; all of them.
The Watcher looked at the mage as she spoke - the same intruding haze of deep magic resonated from her words and echoed in her condescending tone and Ysarth watched the Blade's reaction- she had sI'm a racist asshole who doesn't understand boundaries, respect, or basic human decency and I need helped to herself, her will to not lose anyone again too powerful to be put under someone else's heel.
This time, Ysarth stood, not longer after the female mage had concluded her question:
'You speak on behalf of the Blades, threatening to kill those who dare destroy our world by bringing back Alduin, but then was it not you that lead the Dragonborn to destroy Paarthurnax, the very dragon that sought to kill his tyrannic brother and aid the Dragonborn in doing so? How can we be sure that your blade will not befell us? Or even cause us to turn on one another simply because we do not agree with what you have instructed?'

Allerya stood, arms crossed, legs spaced far apart in her leather boots. She watched from under the subtle fringe that fell over her right eye the many gestures, nods of agreement and eye movements as the patrons asked their questions. The female priestess had tugged at her nerves, presumably to either entice a out-of-character response or see how far she could pull the rope. She laughed under her breath at the attempt and was dared to laugh aloud at the Altmer's view. Yes, there was that ugly business with Paarthurnax, one she regretted on behalf of the Blades - it had been a mistake and a costly one with allying themselves with the Greybeards. The order had lost its former glory and the instruction to kill the 'good' dragon was a mere attempt at making the Blades seem in charge once more.
And Miraak; that was another they had not counted on. All that they knew was that the Dragonborn had defeated him, but what ripples had he caused?
She eyed the patrons again; a hapless bunch.
'Fortunately for all of you, I will be accompanying...you will be accompanying me. Finding the Dragonborn is the most important: without him, Alduin, if he is risen, will kill all of us and all of our efforts over the centuries would be for nothing. Yet, we will need to track down the residual magic of this necromancer and once we are ready, confront him.'
She glanced at the mage: 'And for those of you who doubt our evidence and capabilities, we have found a way to relocate the Dragonborn. The Horn of Jurgen Windcaller had re-emerged in foul hands: under the domain of a bandit lord who resides in Cold Rock Pass. We will retake the ornament and use it for its correct capability of revealing the hidden pass in High Hrothgar where we assume the Dragonborn is.'
She brushed her fringe aside coolly and placed her hands behind her back: 'Once we have the Dragonborn, we can make our way to a place based on the rumors of some townsfolk we have managed to grasp. Rumors oddly disturbing and seemingly impossible, but my senior has ordered me to act on'
This time, she glared at the group of feline-creatures: 'And we may even need the skills of those who are...different.' Allerya repeated the word to herself in thought. 'We will need thieves on this quest as well, as much as some of you might not like the idea.'
She did not care what they liked and disliked, what they wanted or refused. This was a responsibility, one that would mean payment in more than just blood. Blood that would be both their's and the enemies', even her own blood would be spilt before all of this would be over, she imagined. She swallowed hard; the prospect of death was beginning to linger in her stomach, a twisted, suffocating feeling that she knew would hinder her confidence.

Alla'Amir nodded at the other one's gesture: kindness. It smirked and felt childish having been regarded as of some value to the one like it. It had never been regarded as anything, not even better than dirt.
But those whom surrounded it, it cherished: companions, even in unlikely shapes and forms, were a treasure. Alla'Amir had always been alone, always looking over its shoulder now.
Only now, it was looking over its shoulder at the warrior woman and her gargantuan blade. It did not like the way the woman spoke, especially whilst looking at it.
'Perhaps Khajiit will be first to go, yes?' It agreed with the pointy-eared one. It was afraid of that monster for a sword and it did not regard the woman as a friend. Nor did it regard the quest she had lad before them as comfortable. It imagined a lot of fighting would happen and Alla'Amir was okay with that; it had used a blade several times before, but what if it would have to kill a friend from the room? Which could live with such regret? It shook its head and turned its whiskers back: it would have to think about something else. Coin. Yes, it would think about that.