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    Im Not As Evil As They Say I Am, Am I?
    Name: Tho'Rath

    Race: Wood Elf
    Age: 20

    Class: Famous WarMaster And Assassin, also known as shannon.

    Weapons: Glass Sword And Glass War Axe (Shannons Krosis and Shannons Volsung)

    Skills: Acrobatics, Archery, dragonslaying, stealth.

    Likes: horses, children, rum

    Dislikes:cocky people, overconfident people.

    Looks: Silky Black Hair, White Eyes, Scar from her battle with the dragon priests, Long green robe,

    ive always been a fan of role playing, and i was hoping to do one with some friendly people, contact me if interested
     

    sosvodir

    Breton
    "You idiot! Do you realize what you've done?" paws slamming down on the table, S'ora snarled, her gaze burrowing into the Argonian's shapely eyes. "I - I'm sorry, Miss, bu-" the Khajiit spun around, her claws unsheathed, dripping the scales around the neck of the lizard, "Don't you 'Miss' me." she growled, her icy blue eyes narrowing, "You go back to the docks, and you tell that mad man that you're canceling the deal.. Are you clear?" she hissed, standing back and giving Scouts-Many-Marshes his space, "Get out. I expect you to be back here by tonight, with my money back." the reptile nodded, slinking out, towards S'ora's room door. "Don't you come back without it!" she yowled, jumping at him. Yelping, he scrambled out of the Hall, fear in his eyes.

    "Humph." the Khajiit spat, turning to make eye contact with the bartender, "Just a bottle of mead." she mumbled, tossing two coins toward the woman. Taking the bottle, she trudged up the steps, and slouched into a seat by a window. "What're you looking at?" S'ora growled, her ear twitching, irritated, as a child gazed at her from the other side of the room. "Piss off." she hissed, turning to look out the window.

    S'ora was a Khajiit, yes, but she was raised by Nords.. by the Thief's Guild in Riften. Unlike her native brothers and sisters, she spoke just as normally as any human. She had silver fur, with light beige highlights around her ears, maw, and tail. She usually wore the armor of her guild, but in a public place like this.. it was best to be safe and wear a citizen's frock, so she wouldn't draw attention to herself.
     
    Name: Aavdeinnaak

    Race: Nord/Argonian

    Age: 17 (in Nordic years)

    Class: Assassin, Dragon

    Weapons: Dwarven and Glass War Axe

    Skills: Archery, Stealth, Smithing, One-Handed, Speech, Block

    Likes: Children, Farmers, Dragon Priests, Akatosh

    Dislikes: Cocky/OverConfident People, People who don't listen to reason

    Looks: long flowing blonde hair, eyes as blue as sapphires, a scar under her left eye, scales on top her shoulders, top of her arms, centre of her back, below the collar bone, and around her belly button
     

    Rodge133

    Member
    Suddenly a Nord Named Wuutgurd Damgad entered the tavern he bore the uniform and axe of a stormcloak General he sat up at the bar and ordered a Black Briar Mead
     
    The tavern door flew open with a rush of cold air. A slightly forlorn looking wood elf walked through it and immediately rushed to the nearest fire to thaw her frozen hands. Her green eyes nervously scanned the room, and she held herself like that of a deer in a sabercat's den, as if ready to bolt at any moment. Lucky for her, the tavern was practically empty at the moment. She flinched as a woman at the bar yelled, "Be on the lookout! The Butcher could be around any corner!" She scurried past the woman and up the stairs. She took a seat in the corner of the room, and upon seeing no one around but the bard, relaxed somewhat. She looked out the window and drifted off into her thoughts, absent-mindedly biting her bottom lip. It was her first day in Skyrim, and it ended up nothing at all like what she had expected.
     

    Kalib

    Member
    Enter Kalib. He was often frequenting places such as this, for a small number of reasons. Usually it had something to do with work. A professional bounty hunter such as he, needed to be in the know, so to speak. Which meant spending time and money in taverns while listening to other people talk, in hopes of hearing about some sort of useful information.

    This time would be no different than the others. The Redguard opened the door to the inn and made it a point to stay off and away so as to blend in and not draw much, if any unwanted attention to himself. The strange, and almost twitchy movements of the female elf caught his attention. Normally bandits, and criminal types that were attempting to lay low, had such a nervousness to them.

    So he wanted to investigate. His hood drawn up to cast shadow upon his facial features, he'd follow behind the woman. Ignoring the shouting about "The Butcher" for the time being. He would get a mug of ale first before following, to not seem as suspicious about her. Setting himself by the fire as he quietly sipped at his drink.
     
    As the temperature continued to drop outside, more and more folks were ushered in from the cold by the promise of warm mead to chase away frostbite along with the day's troubles. Each new patron brought more cries about The Butcher, but very few payed the crazed woman any mind.

    The elf sat for a time, nervously toying with the small pendant at her throat, completely lost in her thoughts. At least, she was lost until she felt a creeping sensation in the back of her neck and a drop in her stomach as she suddenly realized she was being watched. She looked about the room filled with drunken revelers and spotted the man by the fire. His hood was drawn up, the crackling fire sending dark shadows to dance across and further obscure his face. She wasn't entirely sure, but she felt that it was most likely he who watched her. She didn't know what to make of the stranger, and that set her even further on edge.

    As she looked down at the table and contemplated her options, she saw a pair of feet approach her. She looked up to see the barkeep before her with a jug of ale in her hand. "What can I get for you?" she asked in a nasally voice.

    "N-n-nothing, thanks" the elf managed with a forced half-smile.

    "Perhaps I've not been clear. You can sit in this corner twitching like hare all night if that's what you wish, but not unless you buy something. So what'll it be?"

    The elf turned out her empty pockets. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I-I-I just wanted to warm up."

    "This isn't that cornerclub where all those lousy Dark elf Imperial spies laze about! Folks here are hard-working men and women looking for a rest after an honest day's work! If you can't pay, then scat!"

    "But- "NOW girl, before I call the guards!"

    The bard stopped playing. Everyone in the room was quietly spectated the scene, some had frozen with their mugs poised at their lips. The elf's cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

    Looks like pa was right. This venture has proven nothing more than how foolish I am. The only problem now is that I've not a single septim to get me home to tell him so. One day off the boat and I'm already a homeless beggar. And what does everyone in Windhelm have against elves!?

    Shoulders drooping, the elf got up to take her leave of the place as quickly as possible, praying that she wouldn't encounter any misfortunes out in the cold similar to those she had met earlier in the day. The knot in her stomach told her that was unlikely though, that and the watchful gaze of the hooded man made her believe that her troubles were far from over.
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "She's with me."

    Kalib stated in an incredibly gruff tone of voice towards the bar keep. After, he'd slam down a small handful of coins on the counter with a grim look centered on the keep that had made such negative comments about the woman. Normally when criminal types entered into an establishment such as that, they do their best to not draw attention to themselves. So if she were some criminal type, then she would have been new to things all together.

    Kalib wasn't certain of it, but he wanted to rule out that she may have been just another bounty head for him. And if she were as poor as she was letting on, then things were only going to get worse for her. He didn't know what skills the woman possessed, but with no money, he felt bad for her. He'd at least figure out if she had some sort of plan worked out, and if she did, then he'd simply let her be, and mind his own business. He gave a gesture for her to follow and moved to a corner just out of earshot of most.

    "Before you ask, my name is Kalib. You don't owe me anything, and I ask only if you've a plan for work, in return. So. Do you have work?"
     
    The barkeep was stunned into silence by the hooded man's sudden outburst. She looked as if about to argue, but as she eyed to coins upon the table, she relented.

    "Fine, but one whiff of trouble and you'll both be tossed out on your asses!"

    She snatched up the coins and went off to refill mugs of ale. Seemingly satisfied with the turn of events, the tavern patrons returned to their drinks, the bard resumed playing, and much of the tension eased out of the room.

    At a complete loss for what else to do, the elf woman followed the hooded man into a quiet corner nestled in the back of the tavern, careful to avoid the prying gaze of all those she passed.

    What in Nirn are you doing following this stranger? Does it even matter? Things can't get much worse... hopefully... He did help me, though, and while some may harbor ulterior motives for helping others, not all do. The least I can do is give him the benefit of the doubt and offer him my gratitude.

    She pushed her disheveled red hair of of her eyes, straightened her skirts, and mustered up all her courage. To Kalib's inquiry she quickly answered, "My name is Scarlett. Politeness begs me to thank you for your kindness, but caution demands I be wary of strangers, and curiosity makes me wonder why you would stop to help me at all. So, before I throw my caution to the wind and tell you my business, or lack thereof, would you kindly please answer me that? Also, do you mind showing me your face? It would do much to ease my jittery nerves." Having said all she wished to say in one big rush, as to not lose her courage, Scarlett took a deep breathe and looked up at Kalib.
     

    Kalib

    Member
    He took in a deep breath, and released it in an equally deep sigh with obvious undertones of annoyance. Kalib closed his eyes for a moment as he pulled back his hood. The revelation depicted a Redguard man with mahogany skin tone. His hair fell to his shoulders, but when he opened his eyes, there was a stark contrast. Orbs of deep and vivid blue centered themselves on the elven woman. Kalib scratched at his goatee for an instant before speaking.

    "The way you acted when you came in here was kind of suspicious. I'm sure you know I was watching you, but that's what I wanted. I'm a bounty hunter by trade. I had my doubts, but a bandit wouldn't have drawn such attention to themselves and would have had a bit of coin to aid in staying out of the way. You seemed to have none. I know what this area is like. And I know how they treat outsiders and elves. I merely wished to see if you have the means to take care of yourself."
     
    Breathing a sigh of relief at finally finding someone in Windhelm who didn't wish her ill will, Scarlett relaxed some. She felt bad for distracting him from his work. An honest answer for her strange behavior was the least that he deserved.

    "I haven't any work actually. It was foolish of me to venture away from home without a more solid plan perhaps, but I just couldn't stand to stay any longer. I came here from Raven Rock, just got off the Northern Maiden this morning actually. I guess I just looked lost and out of place, or maybe it's because I'm an elf, but it wasn't long before I was held up by a group of men demanding I give them everything on me. I knew I was outnumbered, so I complied and they ran off with all my money and belongings, even my bow. I tried to ask a guard for help, but everyone I talked to shrugged me off as little more than a nuisance. Eventually, it was just to cold to stay outside so I wandered in here rather shook up by it all. The world is far crueler than I'd imagined. I wished for adventure and I suppose that I've found it, though not quite as I'd hoped. Its my own fault for getting myself into this mess, and I'll find a way out of it."
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "How long ago did it happen, and do you have something that belongs to them?"

    He'd ask as he was throwing his hood back up over his head. He was glad she atleast had ssome means to protect herself, and also that she knew to just comply with the robbery. He stopped and thought for a moment. She may have had nothing that belonged to them, but they had things that belonged to her. At that point he ventured closer to her.

    She may have thought it to be uncomfortably close, as he positioned his head right by her neck and widened his nostrils while taking in a long whiff of her scent. A few more sniffs accompanied the large and long one, before he took a few steps back and away from her.

    "Show me where it happened. I may be able to track them."
     
    "No I don't have any..." Scarlett stopped mid-sentence as Kalib began sniffing her neck. Taken by surprise and rather confused she stayed still, scarcely breathing, until he seemed satisfied and distanced himself from her once more.

    Well that was...strange... Do I smell? Is he crazy?

    Despite his strange behavior, something in Scarlett's gut told her that she could trust this man. He was a bounty hunter; this was his job, and he had the air of someone who did it well. After all, she had known hunters on Solstheim who tracked their prey in sometimes odd ways; who was she to judge if this was his way of tracking her thieves. There was only one way to find out.

    "I can't tell you where they jumped me precisely. Windhelm is like a maze to me, filled with twists and turns, alleyways and dead-ends. I entered the city through the gate by the docks and got lost looking for an inn. It happened in one of the back alleys somewhat southeast of here I think."


    Scarlett felt a twinge of guilt, "Are you sure you want to help me? I can only pay you if I get my things back, and even then it won't be much. I understand if I'm not worth your time. I should have come here more prepared, and left my silly notions of adventure in my storybooks where they belong."
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "You won't owe me anything. Bandit killing is a sort of payment in itself. Bandits carry the loot from other victims. It's one of the reasons I hunt them. Hopefully your scent is still strong on them from your belongings. Or. We can forego that, and I'll just buy you some new supplies and let you be on your way.TThe decision lies with you, M'lady."

    And with that, he'd simply wait for a reply. As he thought about it, he wondered if sniffing at her was such a grand idea. If she were somewhat educated on what he was, then she would more than likely figure out, rather easily, what he was. Then perhaps she'd respond to him quite differently. And that, was something he hated with a great passion.

    But then again, there was that option of her simply thinking that he was just intensely strange. Not many knew about lycans, let alone a mass of facts about them. Most people simply employed the knowledge gained from old wives tales. Perhaps with a chance of luck, Kalib wouldn't have been so readily exposed.
     
    Scarlett pondered this a bit before answering. He certainly was different, why or how she didn't know. On the other hand, she didn't much care either. Growing up as the only Bosmer in a village of Dunmer taught her the value of judging a person by their actions rather than appearance. This man had more than proved to her the strength of his character and whatever it was that made him act so strange at times was his business.

    "Alright, then it'd be a win-win if we could track down those thieves. You'd get their loot, I'll get my things back, and we would be stopping them from preying on other poor souls as well."

    Scarlett took a moment to straighten her disheveled appearance. She let down her hair, combed it out with her fingers, and expertly pulled it back once more in a twist, replacing the thin metal chopsticks that held it in place. She took her dagger from its hiding place in her boot and secured it in its sheath on her belt.

    "They didn't get quite everything, she said with a grin. Lead the way good sir! I will help however I can."
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "-Well I suppose the best place to start would be the docks. Chances are, they may still be there, preying on stragglers."

    He'd state as he gave a wicked grin. He beginning to like her. And he usually didn't like anyone. But Kalib would never tell Scarlet such a thing. He began marching out of the inn and straight for the docks. Taking occasional sniffs at the air on the way, to see if he could perhaps be able to pick up her scent prior to them getting to the docks. Every so often he'd look to see if she were still with him.

    "When we get there, point me to the exact location you got off the boat. It'll help greatly."
     
    And so the unlikely pair traded the warmth and safety of the CandleHearth Inn in favor of the cold thrill of the hunt. This was much to the barkeep's relief seeing as their whispered conversations were beginning to make her worried. Unable to let the matter drop, the crazed woman at the bar shouted one last warning about the Butcher as they let the door slam behind them. Kalib led Scarlett to the docks, his nose to the air with the same intense focus that the drunkards back at the inn paid to their ale.

    The docks were icy and absolutely deserted as frigid winds whipped off the lake and snow began to fall. Scarlett yearned to be reunited with her fur-lined cloak.
    "Okay, so the Northern Maiden is still docked over there." Scarlett walked down the dock and stood at the ship's side. "I got off about here. Does this help you?"
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "We're going to have to try a new tactic. I was trying to track them by your scent, but your being here is throwing that plan off. So. What I'm planning now is to give you a small sack of coins and wait in hiding. As ever, the decision is yours. M'lady."

    He'd say as he was undoing the pouch of coins he had just described. Were Scarlet to go along with that plan of action, Kalib would hand over the pouch and then bound from there next to her, through the air, rather gracefully. But the sense of grace would cease the moment he landed on the roof of a single story building. His weight, coupled with gravity, would produce an appropriate thud before he'd prowl off into the shadows to keep watch over her from a distance.
     
    "I'm to be the bait then? I suppose that should work; I'm pretty adapt at getting myself into troublesome situations anyway it seems."

    Scarlett took the coin pouch and secured it to her belt in plain view and repositioned her dagger so that it was hidden within the folds of her skirts yet still easily accessible.

    "That should do it. I'll start heading down the path I took this morning, and hopefully we can lure someone out, if not the bandits themselves, then someone who knows who they are or where to find them."

    As Scarlett began to head off, she couldn't help but to question her own sanity.

    Gods, if pa knew I was doing this... Hah, if anyone told ME yesterday that I would be doing this, I'd think them nuts. Yet here I am. I should feel afraid. If something goes wrong, I'm leaving my life to the hands of a man I just met, but for some crazy reason, I'm not afraid. I'm excited, filled with adrenaline, ready to take on the world!

    Scarlett startled and jumped a bit by the loud thump from behind her. She whirled around to find that, true to his word, Kalib had slipped into the shadows. She assumed he was on the roof, judging from where she heard the sound come from, but she couldn't be sure because she could no longer pick out his form in the dark. She found it improbable for an ordinary person to scale a wall so fast or jump so high, but she had already admitted to herself that Kalib wasn't ordinary... So, leaving her doubts behind, Scarlett carried on.
     
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    Vicente Valtiere

    Darkness rises when Silence dies.
    (Uhh, lol sorry if I'm awkward. I heard "shadows" and I answered.
    :p
    But seriously, I've been looking around for a good role-play, trying not to be awkward about it. This one seems legit, and I was wondering if I could join. I know it says, "open", but to just hop in without asking would be even more awkward, and seemingly rude. Plus the fact I don't understand what's going on. I'm new here, so, uhh, I'd just like to know if I can join. I have a character card. So, uhh, a yay or nay would be appreciated. It's ok if it's a no.)
     
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