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    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    Donath headed back to the Psyrakon house, watching the guards go back to their daily patrols. Or, in some cases, back to the barracks or the inns and a few smaller taverns that had sprung up around the market. He heard Alice giving her little sister a good dressing down, though he didn't catch all of it. It turned out, years of fighting didn't exactly do his ears any favours. But he still caught Alices cry of dismay.

    He glanced to the side and saw her sink to her knees. Torin and Aliah were already closing in on her, and he breathed a little easier. Both the elf lass and the ranger were good people. They'd sort her out. Speaking of sorting... the stout old warrior noticed a small group of guards, leaning lazily on their spears. They obviously weren't standing guard, but instead just watching. One of the men pointed and muttered something, and the others chuckled. "Oy!" He shouted, and the group jumped. "Ye got somethin' better t' do than stand around like a pack o' slack-jawed idiots?" He said, his voice menacing. The one that had pointed nodded shakily, and Donath, now in arms reach grabbed his chainmail shirt in one fist. "Then I suggest ye be about it. Eh?" The guard got the message. He and his group turned on their heels and clattered off.

    Donath left the square shortly after, an apple in one hand, axe in the other. Salthar passed him on the way,without a word of explanation. A couple of minutes later, Donath came across some of the others.
    "So, then, what's the plan?" He asked, before taking a bite of his fruit.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    A few minutes later a guard appeared on the other side of the cell door. After pausing to examine the darkened room, he spoke into it, squinting to spot the Orc in the shadows, to no avail. As Shork sat unseen in the shadows, his ears ached at the loud, mouthy tone of the foolhardy youth.
    "It's your lucky day, Hairball. Or maybe not! Anyway, one of the bigshots took some interest in your little scene outside, so he's come to have a word". No answer from inside the cell. "Eh, your funeral" the young man muttered, & strolled off. Soon a heavier pair of feet could be heard. Guessing it to be the 'bigshot' the guard had spoken of, Shork tried his best to look presentable, pushing himself up into a squat & brushing off the rodent bones that littered his apparel.

    Soon a figure, more impressive than any of the guards, appeared outside his cell. Shork couldent see him that well, as the figure refrained from keeping close to the bars. The person, a finely adorned Altmer wearing an unfamiliar garb, seemed to emanate a wave of dislike in the Orc's direction. But perhaps a more interesting feature was a coldness that seeped from the elf. This was no regular Mer, but considering his situation Shork chose not to point this out.
    The Night-walker spoke. "A friend of mine tells me that you're hunting a certain northern brotherhood. Frankly, I'm surprised you made it all the way to Whiterun on your own". How nice, a compliment. "We're headed for Windhelm to put an end to a threat that you couldn't possibly understand". Wait, what? Shorks head was spinning. Seemed like quite the intimidation stunt for a bounty mission. "Your options are simple. Either assist us, or, rot away in this prison until I can find the time to send someone to free you from your miserable existence" The Mer now stopped, his look remaining cold & unforgiving.

    After taking all of this in, Shork chose a spontaneous approach. He laughed a throaty chuckle, that echoed through the shadows of his cage. He started with an ice-breaker. "Oh, do come closer, I dont bite!". The Mer stood there, unmoving. Knowing he wasnt getting anywhere, Shork adopted a more serious tone. He instead stepped into the light, cracking his knuckles. Surprisingly, the elf was of a similar height to him; an uncommon sight. "Fine. Have it your way. Yes, I come from a land far, far away. No need for a briefing, I hear the problem. Terrorists. Facists. Your bread & butter bounty target. You think you caught me in a rough spot, with the statue, & the window? Think again!". Shork flexed his muscled arms before crossing them. "I still want a stake in this chase, & damn the collateral damage. Prison costs too, I didnt touch the damn bread. You look capable enough with expenses". Then Shork stood there, awaiting a response from this supposed client. Through it all, Shork kept his eyes on the elf. He sure as hell looked the shifty type, even if he was adorned in fancy robes.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Salthar waited for the Orc to stop speaking. Then he stepped forwards and placed a hand on the lock. It disengaged with a metallic click, and the cell door swung open. "Consider your expenses for the window, and the fine for climbing on the marketplace statue" then he frowned at the Orc. It was clear he wasn't taking the situation seriously enough, but he wasn't about to correct him. "I suppose I can take care of your fine, as well. But I'll expect you to be useful" he gestured for the were-beast to precede him. "We leave at first light"
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Windhelm
    Jorn smiled to himself as he left Azerailes presence. The man liked to think he was in control. Of course, he controlled the city, and most of the land around it, but Jorn was the one who made the real decisions around Windhelm. If he suggested someone would be better off dead than living to cause trouble down the road, they inevitably ended up dead. Like that Dark elf lover...what had his name been? Brunwulf something?

    Jorn may have been on the move for years, looking over his shoulder, expecting an attack from that damn assassin. But with helping Azeraile, he'd secured himself as a valuable asset to the whitescar brotherhood. He had a small following of acolytes, ready to follow his instruction to the letter. He had a whole wing of the palace to himself. Azerailes interest in sorcery didn't hurt either. Though the uncanny way he picked up spells was...intriguing.

    He reached his wing of the palace, receiving respectful bows from the black clothed acolytes. There were soldiers too, grim faced men with red hand prints on their shoulders. He entered a room with a large cauldron of water waiting in it. The cauldron was not used for mixing potions, though some would think that. It was used for farsight, or scrying, as most knew it as. Though he'd told the leader of the Whitescars that his enemies were coming. But it had been nothing more than blurry shapes and intentions.

    He had, however, recognized the silhouettes of whiterun. With a location in his mind, he closed his eyes, and stretched a hand over the water. It bubbled, and darkened, before clearing. The darkness remained at the edges, leaving a circular viewing area, just inside the gates of the city. It showed a group of people, well armed. As he focused, the image grew clearer, revealing a very familiar Khajiit woman. Jorn released the spell, and cackled. He'd been waiting for this day. Before, he'd been the hunted. Now, he was the hunter.

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    Shadari flattened her ears and looked around. She'd had the strangest feeling someone had been watching her, but the patrolling guards and civilians showed only a passing interest in the group. 'Must be feeling paranoid. Just nerves, probably' she thought, glancing over at Donat has the Nord warrior arrived at Breezehome. "So,then, what's the plan?"

    Shadari shrugged. She wasn't too sure, to be honest. But Whiterun was getting to her. She'd never liked staying in one place for too long. She felt that she was getting close to Blackstone. Especially since the skirmish with those men she and Lythare had killed. "I don't know. I hope we get on the road again soon. Standing around here won't do any good."
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Averaine was glad that Salthar had taken his message to heart. Or, at least, as much as the Altmer sorcerer ever took anything to heart. He shot an apologetic glance towards Shadari, guessing she wasn't at all thrilled with having the Orc were-bear travelling with them. Unless, of course, Salthar simply killed the lycanthrope.

    He trusted his fellow vampire, but like most vampires, Salthar was not likely to be overly friendly with a creature like the Orc. Averaine himself, would give the lycanthrope a fair chance, as honour demanded. However, if he turned against his companions, the knight would cut him down in an instant. "Shadari, I'm certain there's nothing to worry about. We're all capable of defending ourselves, should it come down to it." He said, trying to reassure his Khajiit friend.

    Then he stiffened. He felt as if a cold breeze had just blown across his neck. Of course, being what he was, he no longer felt the cold. Which meant something else was at fault for the uneasy feeling. He glanced around, and noticed Shadari doing the same. But no one seemed to be acting suspiciously. In fact, none of the cities inhabitants seemed very interested in the group. Not interested enough to have given the knight such an uneasy feeling. 'Probably nothing. Just nerves.' He'd known soldiers who'd been rather nervous after surviving combat. He decided to put it down to having chased the Orc through the city.

    He nodded to Donath as the stout Nord warrior joined the others. He asked for the plan, and Shadari replied that she hoped they would be out on the road soon. Averaine had to agree. Whiterun was a fine city, but with the northern warlords rampaging around, and growing more dangerous every day, he was uncomfortable staying in safety.
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    Torin left Alice in Aliahs more than capable hands, and made his way back to Breezehome. Most of the others had already left the market square, and Torin saw no reason to stay. He was uneasy in the city, and eager to be out on the road once more. Donath and the others had beat him back to the house, though both Shadari and Averaine were looking anxious. The ranger wondered what they were talking about, and noticed Elizabeth comforting a sobbing Cilla.

    Lythare was standing near the edge of the group, though her loyal falcon was, for once, nowhere in sight. He approached her, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword. "Lythare. I was impressed by your reaction time back in the tavern. You did better than I, I admit." He said. The fellow ranger was one of the few he felt he could talk to about what they did. Both of them were more comfortable in the wilds, though she'd obviously proven her woodcraft was better than his.
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Elizabeth glanced up from comforting Cilla. She felt...watched. Not in the conventional sense though. She looked at the others, wondering if they could feel it as well. Averaine and Shadari looked nervous, but she couldn't tell if they sensed what she could. A magical aura, with...malicious intent behind it. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and looked down at Cilla. The girl was still obviously upset, and Elizabeth didn't want to alarm her any more than was necessary. "Hey, Averaine-" But as soon as she'd felt it, the feeling faded until it was just a memory. Still, the young healer felt like she'd been watched by unfriendly eyes. She decided to talk to Salthar about it later. "Uh, never mind. I just...nothing"
     
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    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    A click of the locks & Shork was out. After being promised financial coverage for the damage Shork sauntered out of the room, happy to be free again. After being directed to proceed the Elf he made his way over to the exit, to the surprise of the jailors. They paused to let him past, but after a brief talk with the Altmer they ceased to block his path, allowing Shork to walk back out into the city sooner than he had expected, albeit with a guard assigned to him.

    *******

    After a quick backtrack to the tavern to collect his armour Shork was ready to go. His lengthened transformation seemed to have temporarily subdued his hangover, & as he walked Shork even noticed a confidence in his walk as he made his way over to a house the Elf had subtly directed him to. His armour even felt a little lighter than usual, & he even found himself smiling slightly at the temporary equilibrium. Soon his armed guard walked off after pointing out the destination of where Shork was headed, only to meet up with some of his comrades & stare at him from a distance.

    Minutes later he reached the property, loosely remembering the place from when he had first entered the city. There seemed to be a light commotion going on, & judging from the two guards who had just been shooed from the scene it seemed to be a domestic disturbance of sorts. Knowing it was better to survey from a distance, Shork rested his back on a sign & watched from afar, waiting for the scene to conclude so they could be on their way.

    (OOC: Short & sweet)
     

    Stormmaiden

    Active Member
    Lythare turned as Torin approached from the marketplace. He joined her at the house, at her side. She shot a smile at the other ranger. "Lythare. I was impressed by your reaction time back in the tavern. You did better than I, I admit." She chuckled. "Thanks, Torin. But I already suspected something was amiss. The Orc was acting a little too strong"
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Alice got to her feet with Aliah's help and nuzzled next to the taller vampress as she put a cold but comforting arm around her. Aliah explained to Alice that she had done the appropriate thing. That she had done the right thing. That sometimes, in order to protect the ones she loved she had to stern with them. Alice knew all that was true. She had lived through it, they both had. They had both taken risks that scared their father and Carlotta to death and they had both gotten earfulls about them. Their last adventure with Aliah was a prime example. When Alice was younger and tried to sneak out after bedtime or do something dangerous with her brothers or friends she would always get caught and her mother would always give her a good dressing down.

    But it was always for the right reasons.

    When Alice did something foolish or dangerous and her parents scolded her for it it was because she scared them. Alice was a good girl growing up and didn't get into trouble often. They worried about her and they loved her more than anything else on Nirn. Carlotta had become the exact same way, taking Alice into her heart just as much as her Mila. They always put why they were mad at Alice into context. They were always in control. Today Alice had been everything but in control and Cilla had paid for that. She had failed as an older sister. That's why she was so upset.

    "I just..." She said to Aliah with a sniffle. "I feel like I failed Cilla. I'm her big sister. I'm supposed to protect and take care of her when our parents can't. Dad has always...he's always been there to protect me. He's always kept me safe and he's always taken care of me. When mom was alive she always took care of us. When Cilla's here at home, Carlotta protects her. I never had to worry about Cilla when any of them were around. Last year." She paused to blink her eyes and take a few deep breaths. "Last year was the first time I had to take care of Cilla by myself. She was my responsibility. There was no mom and dad for me to refer to. But I did it. Even through our worst days I did it. It made me feel like a mother, not just a big sister. I like that feeling Aliah. I want to feel it again. And all it takes is one Orc and a few minutes of sheer terror for me to just lose it all and unload on Cilla. I didn't do it because I want to be mean. I did it because I love her and she scared me so badly that I was convinced that I'd die if anything happened to her. Just like how mom and dad feel about us. Do you understand how that feels Aliah? Can you imagine what that's like?"

    Meanwhile, over at Breezhome, Cilla felt a chill up her spine as she clung to Elizabeth. She seemed to have felt it too. "What was that?" She whispered.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Aliah wished she could be of more help. She couldn't offer a warm, comforting hug. Even the arm over her shoulder was nothing more than cold skin. But she did what she could anyways. She began slowly walking Alice back towards Breezehome, waiting patiently for her to finish talking. She smiled when Alice came near to finishing. She could indeed imagine. She'd felt the same way on many occasions.

    "Actually, I can, believe it or not. I have a sister. Senya. She's younger than me by at least forty years. When I was a young elf, it was my responsibility to care for her. She was always into everything. Running around, getting into trouble. Disappearing for hours on end only to pop back up where I least expected her. I'd yell at her every time, but I don't think I made much of an impression." She paused, smiling as she reflected on happier times. Carefree times.

    "She was my world. I think- no, I know she looked up to me. When the Thalmor came looking for recruits, and I joined, she was right there behind me. I wasn't happy about that. I told her it was too dangerous for her outside of Alinor. She just told me if I could do it, so could she. And she did. When I was bitten, and turned into..." she hesitated, not wanting to say monster. A monster was made by a persons decisions. Not what they were. "Into what I am, my family wanted nothing to do with me. I left for Skyrim. It was perfect. Dangerous, in the middle of a war, and nobody would pay attention to me. Senya was the only one who stayed in contact. We wrote letters back and forth, until the Stormcloaks stormed the embassy."

    She grimaced, remembering that time for an instant. "Senya could have assumed that I'd finally given into my bloodlust. That I'd given up anything related to my old life. She could have gotten on with hers. Instead, she came to Skyrim, looking for me. When she found me.....I told her 'go home'" Aliah smiled sadly. "She travelled all the way to Skyrim, from the safety of Alinor, and I told her to go home. Because I was afraid for her. That was the last I saw of her." She said "Alice, you're not a bad sister. You're one of the most responsible people I know. Cilla will understand that. She loves you as much as you love her." She stopped to face the girl, using her thumb to wipe away a tear. "Now, no more tears."
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Salthar departed the prison shortly after the Orc. He tossed a small purse of coins onto the desk, enough to pay for the damages and the prisoners release. He doubted the coin was well spent, but if it was the price of securing a potential ally...he would pay it. Even if the Orc didn't understand what, exactly, he was up against. Which was fine by Salthar. If the fool wanted to presume he was facing something nice and mundane, he was more than welcome to.

    The vampire sighed as he stepped out into the open air of whiterun. The guards had gone back to their duties. Or lack of, in the majorities part. Most seemed to be lounging about, but they straightened when the vampire swept past them. He arrived at Breezehome in good time, but he could sense something was wrong. Shadari, Averaine, Elizabeth and even Cilla seemed stiff. Almost as if they believed they were being observed by...something unfriendly. "What are you doing?" He said, unable to keep a hint of amusement from seeping into his voice. "No matter. I suggest you head inside, and rest up. Like I believe I've mentioned, we leave at first light" the sorcerer glanced at the setting sun. "Which is truly, not that far off"
     

    WindWalker

    Well-Known Member
    Julius had lost sight of Alice and the others in the commotion. Now, he was faced with an angry guard sergeant that wanted to know why his 'elf friend' had just freed the prisoner. It took him a moment to realize that the sergeant meant the were-bear creature. Julius wasn't too sure either, but Salthar had his reasons. Even if he didn't share them with anybody else. Julius managed to talk his way out of the situation. Mostly by dropping general Pysrakons name. Everybody knew the general and vampire didn't like each other, but they had worked together.

    He left the sergeant fuming in the streets, and headed back to breezehome. It looked like everybody else was already there, including the orc. Julius frowned at him, but turned his attention to Salthar, who was saying that they'd be leaving at first light. He looked at the sky. It was evening, which meant they'd have maybe eight hours of rest, if they were lucky. "Maybe we should head inside?" He suggested. He also spotted Aliah walking with a teary Alice. He wanted to go to her, but it looked like the elven vampire had it under control. He didn't want to get in the way.
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    "What are you doing?" Elizabeth glanced up at Salthars voice. He'd returned from the prison faster than she'd expected. Sparing a moment to look around, she spotted the were bear everyone was talking about. He definitively looked dangerous, even if he wasn't in his bear form at the moment. She released Cilla so she could turn to face Salthar more fully. "Salthar. I-" she remembered Cillas' question, and the disconcerted looks of the others. "We felt something. I can't exactly place it, but it felt almost like someone was watching us. And not with good intentions." Then she waited for the Altmer vampire to reply. She respected him, more than she did most living spell casters. She knew many people saw him as as little more than a monster, but she owed him. He'd helped her gain much needed confidence with her spell casting.
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    Lythare warmly brushed off his praise, and the ranger shrugged, not offended in the least. "Even so, it was still impressive." He fell silent then as Salthar returned from his errand to the Dragonsreach dungeons. The sorcerer seemed rather irritated that the group was still standing around outside, and warned them that they would be heading out at first light. Personally, Torin was glad to hear those words. He doubted he would have been able to keep his good humour another day in such cramped confines.

    Elizabeth, who'd been comforting Cilla since Torin had returned, went to Salthar, and admitted that she'd felt something. Like she was being watched. She added that the others seemed to have felt it as well, and examining the two, assassin and vampiric knight, they did seem unusually on edge. He approached Averaine, and clapped his shoulder.
    "You act like something's amiss, my friend. Did you sense...whatever it was as well?"
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Averaine watched the discussion between Elizabeth and Salthar. He agreed with the young woman. He too had felt something. Nothing substantial, but something nevertheless. If Elizabeth, someone much more attuned to the winds of magic than he was, had sensed it, chances were that it hadn't just been his imagination. He glanced at Shadari, and had been about to ask her if she felt the same when Torin approached. "You act like something's amiss, my friend. Did you sense...whatever it was as well?"

    Averaine nodded. "I think I must have. Something...sinister, very much like a presence was observing us." He glanced around, frowning. "I certainly hope it is not sign of things to come. And if it is, I suppose we'll be expected" the knight sighed. He would have to be a fool to assume whatever Elizabeth and the others had sensed was a friendly entity. He rested a hand on the pommel of Goldbrand, but the familiar feel of the sword did little to comfort him this time.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Cilla let herself be released from Elizabeth but she stayed close. She had felt something and so did everyone else. It wasn't just her imagination and that scared her. Danger she could see and hear and shout at wasn't so bad. It's the danger she couldn't see or only felt was there that scared her. Salthar, Elizabeth, Torin and Averaine had felt this...whatever it was and Cilla needed to speak up.

    "It felt like something was slithering up my spine. Like a corckscrewing snake. It's sort of like the feeling after you hold a shock spell? That tingling in your back? Except it's all over, and there's no good feeling with it. It all felt...wrong. I'm sorry, I'm not sure how else to explain it." Cilla said, looking up apologetically.

    Alice listened to Aliah's story about her sister and noticed she was slowly being guided back to Breezehome. Where the sister who still loved her was. And where the parents who would always love her were. She needed their love right now. She didn't want to cry in front of Julius. She didn't want him to think less of her. What Aliah said helped however. It put things into context. It was an irrefutable data point that Alice was not the worst sister in the world and that Aliah had been much worse and still survived. When they stopped at Alice's front door and Aliah wiped a tear from her eye with her thumb, Alice pulled her into a big hug.

    "Thanks Aliah." She said gratefully. "I am afraid for Cilla but she's not a baby anymore. She's brave. Braver than me." She noticed the door was still closed. Her family was still locked inside and wondering what was going on. "We should probably go inside, let everybody know it's safe to come out."

    She took out her house key from a belt pouch and unlocked the door. Mila wasn't in sight, probably in her room playing, but Simus and Carlotta were sitting on the living room couch facing the door. It looked like they were expecting her.

    "It's all clear outside." She said in a flat voice. Her parents saw right through her command face and knew something was wrong.

    "Honey?" Carlotta said with motherly concern. "You okay?"

    "Yeah." Alice said, still crying a bit. "I'm fine. I just..." She stopped and tried with all her might to blink away fresh tears. Carlotta pulled her into a warm, protective hug, something that Aliah couldn't give and that Alice needed. "Shhhh." She soothed. "It's okay sweetheart. Go ahead and let it out."

    Alice let herself cry and whimper softly. "Hey." Carotta whispered. "It's all right sweetheart. It's all right. We heard you and Cilla and it's okay. You have nothing to feel guilty for. You did nothing wrong or monstrous. In fact, you should be proud."

    "I...I should?" Alice asked while crying. She clung to Carlotta as if her life depended on it. Carlotta completely accepted her. "But...B-but I yelled at her. I told her she should be....she should be executed."

    "And just like Aliah said, Cilla will forgive you." Simus said, putting a warm hand on Alice's back and rubbing it softly. "Cilla is very young and very eager but she knows when to stop. You helped reinforce that lesson. She's probably more upset at herself than at you. It's okay Alice. Cilla still loves you. She will always love you."

    "And didn't Aliah just tell you that not only were you not a bad sister, but you're one of the most responsible people she knows? Pretty high praise from a vampress if I do say so myself. Don't you think?" Carlotta asked.

    "Yeah...I guess so." Alice said from Carlotta's arms.

    "Well, than what are you so sad for? Hmmm?" Carlotta said, smiling at her stepdaughter.

    "I...I don't know." Alice said, then she started to giggle. "Wait a minute, I don't know! That means...that means I'm okay? That I'm not an evil sister?"

    "It sure looks that way to me." Simus said.

    Alice gave a little squeal of joy and hugged her dad. They held each other for a moment and Alice's tears dried right up. Than she left his arms and hugged Aliah again. "Mmmmmm. Thanks again Aliah. You're the best. For my part, you can be my big sister anytime. You've done a pretty good job so far!"

    Than Alice forgot that everyone else was outside and it was getting dark.

    "Say, do we have any dinner plans? Can we go to the Bannard Mare before it gets too dark?"

    "Sure, we can do that." Carlotta said smiling. "I'm sure they got the window fixed by now."

    Alice was confused for a second. "Wait a minute. How'd you know about that? And our conversation?"

    "It was pretty hard to miss sweetheart." Simus said. "Plus I may or may not have given one of the guards a scrying crystal for me to watch what was going on. I might be retired but you never stop being a soldier."

    "Yeah, I guess you don't." Alice conceded.

    "C'mon. Let's go get some dinner. Are you coming with us Aliah? We gonna round up the rest of the group?" Simus asked, smiling warmly at the only Thalmor vampire he had ever truly called friend.

     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Salthar frowned at Elizabeths description of what had happened. It did sound like someone, or something, had been spying on the group through magical means. He paced through the area the group had been standing in, drawing in the magical energies in the area. There was a very small trace, but nothing substantial. "That is...odd. Head inside, Whoever it may have been, we'll be gone from here soon." He lead the group towards the house, and caught Simus' explanation. "You gave a guard a scrying crystal? When? Where is this guard now?" The Altmer vampire demanded.
    Someone spying on the group from outside the city was worrying enough, but the fact that someone inside Whiterun was watching them...especially if said guard wasn't quite as loyal as he should be. But it was too late for Salthar to go hunting for him now. Not if they were to leave on time.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Shork waited until the commotion was over. With not much else to do he had tuned in slightly to what his company were talking about. Despite his large, haggard figure all he recieved in terms of judgement from the group was a few nervous stares & frowns, but it was enough for him to keep his distance. Quietly so as to not draw attention to himself, Shork took in the scent of his new companions.
    Ugghh...
    There was a handful of nightwalkers among the group, including his visiter from the prison & an armed figure he loosely remembered from at the tavern. They blended in with the group, & the rest of the city for that matter, almost seamlessly. Nobody flinched at their words or presence, with some even being the centres of conversations. deciding to leave the matter, for he was in no state to judge. As the group began to split up the Orc wondered what he was supposed to do.

    Several guards were eyeing him suspiciously, as if calculating his next move. Leaving for his cave up in the hills & returning might lead to a brush-off upon returning to the city.
    The group began to make their way up the street & so he followed behind them all, unsure of whether to attempt communication. Soon Shork realised the group was headed the Bannered Mare, & stopped in his tracks. That could be a problem, for him at least.
    He contemplated wandering off at this point, but as he turned around he spotted the Adolescent from before. She seemed somewhat shaken; not at all like the sturdy appearance she had shown during the chase. As she passed by, talking with some of the others, he nodded at her.
    "Thank you" he growled, struggling to get the words out. It had seemed an appropriate comment, as she was largely responsible for calming his were-form down, but nonetheless it was simply unlike him to be so respectful, to a youth no less.

    After that he simply departed, wandering back down the main street. By now the city was mostly empty, the bright lights of nearby houses taunting him as he trudged on through the cold night air. Shork eventually reached the city gate, then stopped to crack his knuckles. Looking around he spotted a small cranny next to the entrance. Shrugging lightly, so that his armour didnt produce any noise, he followed the small pathway, which opened up to a roofless aclove. Spotting a sleeping bag in the corner of bricked up space, Shork removed his armour 7 slipped inside, ignoring the half-empty bottles that lay around him. Looking up at the cloudy skies with a brooding contempt for their symbolism, Shork gradually drifted off to the empty crackling of a nearby torch, speculating on what would occur the following day.
     

    Baneloth

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    Donath grunted as the others explained the plan to him. Or at least what they hoped the plan was. It wasn't long before the others started to show up as well, and Elizabeth talked to Salthar about some strange feeling. That someone had been watching them. The stout warrior frowned. He hadn't felt anything, but apparently, the others had. When Salthar arrived and heard something about a scrying crystal held by one of the guards, Donath stepped up. "Now hold on a minute. Ye don't think the guard is with the whitescars? I mean, most o' the guardsmen around here are drunk an' lazy, but loyal" he said. Not wanting a fight to break out, he glanced towards the Bannered Mare. "Now, let's go get somethin' to eat. I'm starvin'"
     

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