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    WindWalker

    Well-Known Member
    Julius blew Alice a kiss as he pulled on his cloak. "I love you. See you soon" he said, grabbing his imperial shield from where it had been leaning against the wall. He slung the thing over one shoulder, and headed outside into the cold and snow. The others were already outside, and Julius hurried to join them. He noticed some of them, like Torin, looked a little relieved to be outside the city. Julius, on the other hand, wasn't too keen on wandering out in the freezing cold, into enemy territory. Maybe that would have happened in the last war, but not now. Even though, looking at Salthars grimly determined face, Julius didn't think he had much choice in the matter.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    As the rest of the companions assembled outside the gates, waiting for Cilla to arrive, Averaine took a short stroll to the whiterun stables. He exchanged cursory greetings with the stable master, before proceeding to examine the mans' horses. As a knight, he learned a good way to ascertain the determine the trustworthiness of a squire or stable hand was to examine the animals in their care.

    Satisfied that the man did indeed care properly for his steeds, he set about establishing an extended amount of care for his horse in Falkreath. Averaine would have liked to return to the rainy hold and retrieve his loyal warhorse, but with Salthars impatience, that was unlikely, to say the least.

    So, he went about giving the stable master enough gold to pass on to his colleague in Falkreath. The price was not cheap. The stable master was worried about sending such a large amount of coin, and wanted to send mercenaries to guard his man. Averaine couldn't fault the man. Times were dangerous, especially on unguarded roads. He counted out the additional coin, dropping them in a leather sack, and handing it to the Nord. The price of feed and grooming wasn't much, but for such an extended amount of time, it wasn't exactly cheep. However, Luther, his loyal mount had been with him since he'd left High Rock. The horse deserved the best care gold could buy.

    He finished his business with the man, and turned back towards the group. Unlike most of his companions, Averaine carried only his sword, and wore only a pale grey cloak, over his armour. He'd always preferred to travel light, especially so after leaving High Rock. He snuck a glance towards Shadari, wishing he hadn't riled her the previous night. For the time he'd known her, she'd been quick to anger, and slow to calm. He honestly hoped he hadn't lost her friendship over his remarks. For all he knew, her quarry, Blackstone, would be killed by the time they arrived in Windhelm. It was common knowledge most Nords mistrusted mages. Either way, he'd face that problem when they came to it.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    Donath, axe in hand, watched as the group left Whiterun and assembled outside the gates. The plains ahead were wide open, and covered in snow. The group began to move out, Salthar leading the way, Aliah and Cilla close behind. The sky was grey, and there was still some light snowfall, but it wasn't a blizzard. Yet. The veteran warrior knew from countless marches that blizzards could ruin a perfectly good march. Men could be lost in the freezing temperatures, or picked off by enemy units. Thanks to their small group, Donath didn't think one of them being lost was likely. He trudged through the snow, bringing up the rear of the group. Though he wasn't troubled by the snow, he noticed Cilla was having a bit of trouble. He opened his mouth to mention it, but decided not to. 'She's not complained yet, near as I can tell. If she says something, I'll giver her a little help.' He thought to himself.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Aliah waited patiently as the others gathered their things and prepared to head out. Besides the pair of swords on her hips and the clothes she wore, she carried nothing. Salthar, obviously eager to leave whiterun, remarked that they'd be leaving in five minutes, and headed outside. Aliah stepped outside as well, not yet leaving the city, deciding to wait for the others to gather their things and say their farewells. One by one, they walked past her, some with packs, others only with cloaks and their weaponry. Aliah waited until Cilla, Carlotta and Simus emerged from the house as well.

    Cilla was dressed in what looked like several lairs of clothing. She would be warm, if noting else. As they made their way towards the gates, and Aliah paced them, keeping at a discrete distance, and listening in on their conversation. Hearing Carlotta tell Cilla to stay near her, came as a surprise. She'd always found the woman to be polite, but quietly distrustful of her. Aliah knew it wasn't lightly she gave over custody of her adopted daughter. Even temporarily. Aliah would do everything in her power to keep the girl safe. Of course, she would have even if the girl had been entrusted to someone else. Cilla had a good spirit, as far as Aliah could tell. It would be a shame to lose one such as her. Finally, the group began to move, Cilla up near the front of the group, by Salthar, and Aliah nearby, keeping a watchful eye on her.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    "I'm ready to go Salthar. Is Riften left or right?" Cilla asked, standing before him, bundled up against the cold wind and snow. The others fell in a loose line behind them, most of them carrying only their weapons, but a few had packs. Doubtless filled with essentials for the trip. "Left" he replied, addressing the girls question. As they made their steady way through the snow, he couldn't help but notice Aliah keeping a close eye on the girl. Apparently, Carlotta had decided to entrust her with Cillas well being after all. By his estimate, the trip to Riften would take at least four days, five, if the bad weather continued. Sometime during the trip, Alice and Elizabeth would be able to catch them, or if not, meet them in Riften. Assuming all went to plan.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Shork, having thanked his hosts, left the house in a good mood. This was short to last however, and almost immediatly he found himself shivering. Skyrim's climate was not one a foreigner could get used to easily. As the group began to make their way to the gate Shork followed them, keeping his armour on in the hopes that the extra layer might do him some justice. No such luck.

    Unlike quite a few other group members, Shork had decided to put his bulk to good use, and his Knapsack was almost full. As well as holding his helmet, inside were several bottles, most of which were full of clear water for the more, and a few, which he had been cautiously approved to take from the Psyrakons house, contained some fine nord ale, which he would... share if requested. There were a few apples and peaches, which were most likely for their kid who was joining them on the road. He didn't really care for sweet fruits, both as a Werebeast and an Orc in general. If he got hungry, he could just go and hunt in the wilderness. The Rift was known for its large bear population. Maybe if Shork could communicate with them...

    As everyone made their way out of the gate and started the long road to Riften, there was little talk among the group, especially in comparison to all the chatter back in Whiterun. Not that he minded the silence. In time the journey grew colder, with snow picking up. As he began to lag behind and found himself near the back of the group, Shork began to sniff the air ever so softly. He could smell some animal not far off from the group, and based on his journey from Solitude to Whiterun it was some kind of wild mutt, maybe a fox or lone wolf. Either way, they chose not to approach, possibly because of the groups size. They were, as Shork surveyed from near the back of the group, a rather odd bunch.
     
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    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Cilla started at the front of the group in between Salthar and Aliah, eager to get going and full of energy. As their trek through the snow began in earnest however the little Imperial was starting to have trouble. Her stepmother had seen to it that she was warm enough and her boots were fur lined and waterproof to keep the cold and snow out. Her real problem was the snow was simply too deep for her. She was a foot shorter than everyone else and the snow was up to her knees. She did her best to walk in the footprints Aliah made but their strides were too different to be effective. Despite her best efforts, Cilla was starting to fall behind. This concerned her greatly.

    She wasn't worried about getting left behind or getting lost. She was in the middle of the group now and everyone could see her. Aliah was watching her like a hawk and wouldn't dare let her fall behind. Cilla was concerned because she was afraid of being a burden to the group. Whenever she had traveled there was always a family member to take care of her. Alice, her dad, her brother, whoever. She never worried about slowing anyone down because she was with her family. She had been taught that your family would be there for you when no one else would and her rather exciting life had reinforced that. This time she was completely cut off from her family for the first time in her life. She didn't expect the same standards with this group and therefore, she deduced, they could expect more of her. Cilla felt she needed to prove herself worthy and her increasingly flagging pace was upsetting her. Soon her cheeks were red with exertion and she had fallen behind near where Donath was. She felt she had to speak up.

    "Miss Aliah!" She called. "I...I can't keep up, I need help! I'm sorry, there's too much snow!"
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    Donath and the others trudged through the snow, Salthar and Aliah in the lead, obviously not bothered either by the thick blanket of snow on the ground, or the blowing winds. Donath, used to forced marches, knew how to conserve his energy, and the others, obviously not new to travelling long distances themselves, were making good speed. He glanced up, and noticed that Cilla was gradually falling behind. Obviously the snow was taking its toll on the girl. A little while later, she'd fallen behind even further, until she was back at Donaths' position at the rear. Then she spoke up, to Aliah: "I...I can't keep up, I need help! I'm sorry, there's too much snow!"

    Donath took his pack off his back and whistled to get Averaines' attention. "Ye mind carryin' this for a bit, lad?" He tossed the pack to the knight. "I'm gonna give the little one a bit of a lift." He knelt in front of the girl. "Alright, lass. Get up on my back." He instructed, and once she'd done so, he straightened effortlessly, and began trudging forwards again. He moved a little slower, but not slow enough to be left behind by the others.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Salthar glanced over his shoulder, and noticed that Cilla had fallen behind. Donath was stopping to help her,but the others were still making good progress. Considering the wind. And the snow. Despite that, they hadn't made nearly as much progress as Salthar would have liked. Though Whiterun was far enough away that turning back was out of the question, the city was still visible across the flat plains. He sighed, his lack of breath preventing any form of steam from forming in front of his mouth, unlike most of the others. While he could have insisted they push on, it wouldn't due to exhaust the others. He glanced up at the sky, and estimated that perhaps two hours had passed since they'd departed. Spotting a slightly sheltered area in a copse of evergreen trees, he pointed it out to the others. "We'll set up camp here. Perhaps the weather will clear soon."
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Aliah kept an eye on Cilla, but otherwise left the girl alone. She wasn't in any real danger, with so many experienced members of the group around her. Eventually though, the snow began to catch up with the girl. She fell behind until she was at the rear of the group, near Donath. Cilla called out for help, and Aliah began to turn back. It turned out that wasn't necessary, however, as Donath had let her up onto his back and was now trudging along at a steady pace. Beside her, Salthar sighed, and turned to look back towards Whiterun.

    It was clear he wasn't pleased with the progress the group was making. He looked around, and seeing an area he deemed suitable, decided they would make camp there, at least for a little while. As the others began to arrive at their camp, Aliah made her way to Cilla and Donath. "How are you holding up, Cilla? Are you warm enough?" She asked, while checking to make sure the girls clothing still covered her properly.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Cilla gratefully climbed up onto Donath's back when he knelt in front of her. She had expected him to pull her onto his shoulders but Simus had mentioned she was getting a bit big for that. She didn't really care, so long as she got a break from waddling through snow. Already a bit had gotten past her boots and dripped down their shafts. She was thankful that she had pants, long underwear and two pairs of socks to keep from getting wet. Plus her boots were still waterproof and had kept her feet warm and dry.

    Donath helped her up and grabbed her legs at her bent knees, holding her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her chin on his left shoulder, using his large warm body as a shield from the cold. Donath got moving with little loss to his pace and he reminded Cilla of a giant turtle that she was now riding. She couldn't help but snicker at the though. It was much easier for her now and soon after they got going again Salthar decided they should make camp under a copse of trees and wait for the weather to clear, which Cilla was just fine with. She was well bundled but the wind on the plains was picking up, along with the snowfall and the combination chilled her to the bone. She had her face buried in Donath's back by the time they stopped.

    Aliah walked over to them and asked Cilla if she was alright, if she was warm enough. Her teeth where chattering as she climbed down from Donath's back and put her gloved hands in her coat pockets, trying to hold her body as close to itself as possible to stay warm. Even her mouth was cold and it was hard to talk. "N..n-no. I-I'm cold. I f-forgot my scarf so my chin's c-cold. Where my hood doesn't quite c-c-cover. And my hands are numb even with my gloves. A-and I got a bit of snow down my boots. M-maybe I should have worn my fuzzy tall ones I-Instead of these leather ones. I-I wish p-papa was here. He-he's like a lava rock! He's g-great to snuggle with! M-Mr. Donath is warm too though. L-like a big bear I can ride!"
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Averaine wasn't particularly bothered, either by the snow on the ground, nor the flakes of it in the air, that pelted themselves against his face. The pale grey cloak he wore fluttered in the wind, and Averaine glanced over his shoulder to see the orcish mercenary, and Donath following behind. He also noticed young Cilla trying desperately to keep up, and failing. He'd barely turned his attention back to the field of white in front of him, when a whistle from the rear caught his attention. He turned to see Donath beside the girl, pack in one hand. Once the Nord warrior noticed he had Averaines attention, he held up the pack in his hand. "Ye mind carryin' this for a bit, lad?" He asked, tossing the bag towards him, before explaining that he was going to help Cilla along.

    The half-Breton caught it easily, casually slung it over a shoulder. They'd only traveled a short distance more when Salthar brought the group to a halt. Though with the wind whistling into his ears he didn't pick up much of the conversation, he guessed, correctly, that they were setting up camp. Salthar gestured towards a grouping of trees, which would doubtless offer some protection from the wind and snow. The group made their way to the trees, where Aliah questioned Cilla on how she was holding up. The girl complained of being cold, and having gotten a bit of snow down her boots.

    "We should get a fire going. Sheltered from the wind." He suggested. He looked around, and spotted a suitable area, shielded by a pair of close growing evergreens. He made his way towards it, and began searching for dry and dead branches. "Julius, and-" he intended to call the Orc man as well, but realized he didn't know his name. "Forgive me, but I do not know your name" he admitted to the Orc. " I was about to request that my you and my young friend here help with gathering some firewood."
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    Torin pulled his rangers cloak against his body in an attempt to fend off the wind. Snow fell with the same frequency as it had earlier that morning. It was freezing out, but the ranger wasn't going to complain. He was in his element out here, and knew the land, probably better than most of the others. However, not all of the group were making good time. Cilla had been up near the front, but eventually fell behind, until Donath stopped to help her. The sturdy warrior didn't seem to have any problems, however, quickly catching up to the others. They walked for a little longer, though the weather failed to improve. Salthar called a halt soon after and the fellowship took shelter among some trees. Luckily, many of them grew close together forming a barrier against the wind. It was a good place to wait for the weather to improve a little. Torins mind turned to what they would do for food. Of course, they still had some supplies from the city, but that wouldn't last for ever. Torin was a skilled hunter, though he preferred to save his arrows for the whitescar brotherhood.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Despite Whiterun city being still visible on the horizon, Shork had begun to loose feeling in his hands, and was happy when the group decided to take shelter provided by some nearby tree's. Their leader seemed annoyed at their lack of progression, his vampirism suiting the environment well, but everyone else looked either tired and freezing or concerned for those who were. He tried to hide it, but Shork was leaning towards the former group. It wasn't often he found himself wanting to be covered in warm fur...

    As the group located a small clearing that was deemed suitable to set up camp, Shork went over to a nearby trunk, wiping off some snow that had settled atop it. He tried to sit down, but a cracking noise indicated that the log was hollow, so he quickly jumped off it again before it broke. Once again looking at the group from afar, the tired orc tried to figure out how he could help. There was no fire yet, but considering the opposition was away in the north it didn't seem dangerous. Thankfully he didn't have to ask to make a fire, thus looking soft to the group.

    "We should get a fire going. Sheltered from the wind." Surprisingly it was one of the vampires of the group making the request. He called to one of the younger travelers to help him gather some fuel for a fire, then turned to Shork for help as well, though his name went unheard. He nodded to show his willing to help, then trudged over to a different edge of the clearing to search for some kindling.
    As his collecting drew him further from the group, Shork spottted what looked suspiciously like a rabbit hole, hidden in the snow. Waiting around to see if there was any movement, he threw a stone noisily into the hole, and was not left dissapointed as two small yet rather meaty burrowers popped out of the ground.

    Planning to catch them, Shork went for his mace, then decided it would be less cruel to simply snap their necks. Circling around the duo quietly, who were now poised and alert, he suddenly pounced from behind a mound of snow. One was too quick and rushed back into the role, but the other was left helpless as a large, menacing figure tightly grabbed it by the throat from behind and quickly ended its life.
    He looked down on the rabbits limp body, which had grown fat from hibernation, but was really too small to be shared by several. Thinking about his companions, most of which had packed rather light, Shork began searching around for some more holes to prey upon. A quarter of an hour later he came back to the group carrying a fair amount of dry sticks in his arms, and three juicy looking rabbits hanging from his belt.
     
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    WindWalker

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    Julius glanced over his shoulder at the city of whiterun, and wondered when they'd be returning. And if he would survive to see it again. He might have been a n Imperial soldier, but that didn't mean he was any less nervous. The bloodscar brotherhood wasn't too happy with the empire. Or anyone else that wasn't a nord. He found his hand closing around the hilt of his sword. Then released it, grumbling. He was a legion soldier, damn it! He couldn't afford to look like a cowardly fool. He was relieved when he heard Averaine calling him over.

    The knight wanted a fire, and for a minute he was confused, until he glanced over at Cilla, who looked cold and shivering. He found a clear area, and began constructing a firepit. He used the twigs and branches Averaine passed to him, and using a bit of flint and steel, started a fire. It wasn't huge, but the dry branches provided a fair bit of heat. The orc came back with a fair amount of kindling, and three meaty looking rabbits. "Fire's set up." He called, glad that the trees gave them some protection from the freezing wind.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    "M-Mr. Donath is warm too though. L-like a big bear I can ride!" Donath chuckled at the girls exclamation. It was the first time anyone had called him a big ridable bear. Averaine cleared an area near a pair of trees, and declared that they should get a fire going. The knight supervised the Orcish mercenary, and Julius as they went about collecting kindling for the fire. Julius started the fire, and announced it was ready. Donath knelt and lowered the girl to the ground. "Off ye go, lass. Get yerself warmed up." As she went off to the fire, he glanced out at the fields , noticing the wind blowing more snow across the plains. Then he looked to Aliah, "I don't like this storm. Feels...unnatural." Of course, it could have been just nerves, but the delay caused by the foul weather had him uneasy.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Aliah smiled at Cillas' description of Donath. The Nord warrior seemed quite amused by the description as well. A moment later, he sent her off to join Averaine, and the others by the fire. Aliah wondered idly how long the storm was supposed to last. Their camp would do for the night, perhaps, but if it didn't pass soon, they could lose additional days to the weather. Donath, apparently, was feeling the same. He looked over at her and mentioned "I don't like this storm. Feels...unnatural." Aliah frowned. She hadn't noticed anything particularly unnatural, but a magically summoned storm would make sense. Slowing the company while seeming completely natural....but no. She shook her head, convincing herself the storm was nothing more than a completely natural storm. "Be at ease, Donath. The storm may seem supernatural, but it's not. The Whitescar brotherhood doesn't know our route, remember?"
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Cilla ran over to the growing fire without hesitation, eager for the flames to do their warming work. Averane, Julius and the big orc were tending to it and starting a pot of what smelled like rabbit stew. Cilla felt a little sad for the four fat rabbits being gutted but so long as they were used and eaten it was justified. That's what she was taught and scavangers could take care of what they didn't use.

    Shork. That was the orc's name. The orc that was much more sober than he was yesterday. Cilla put her gloved hands to the fire to warm them up, standing up as she couldn't find any logs to sit on. Then seh realized something. She was standing next to Shork the orc.

    "Hmm-hmm..." She giggled. "Shork the orc, Shork the orc, Shork the orc." She muttered in a sing-song voice under her breath as Shork the orc was digging in his backpack for something. Cilla spotted a big fat orange and sevearl mead bottles in there and decided she wanted one.

    "Mr. Shork?" She asked politely. "Could I have one of those oranges?"
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    As soon as he had done skinning and cutting up the rabbits, Shork placed them in a cooking pot set above the fire, then left the task of preparing the food in more capable hands. However, he kept a rabbit leg for himself, intending to gnaw on it quietly in a corner later on. Before then though, he made sure to make use of the fire, warming up his rough and slightly bloodied hands. As he did this, a light tune of giggling began behind his back, and Shork turned around, intrigued. It was the kid from his suppliers family. Apparently she found his name to be funny, in that it sounded similar to 'Orc'. He supposed it was justifiable; she was very young and presumably immature, too young for such an environment in his own opinion.

    Suddenly thirsty, he reached into his knapsack for a bottle, before hesitantly picking out a water bottle over one of the alcoholic beverages. As he fully opened the bag to look inside, the girl seemed to take interest at the contents, and was soon asking for an orange.
    He plucked one of them out, but before handing it to the girl Shork's conscience caused him to blurt out a question. "Why are you on this hunt?" he smirked as he handed over the orange. "I mean, are you even armed to protect yourself? These Whitescar people sound like the violent type".
     
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    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Mostly unnoticed by the others, Shadari had taken up a spot near the fire. She was going over her throwing knives, making sure they were in good condition. The knives had served her well in the past, and she wanted to make sure they continued to do so. She noticed the orc had caught a pair of rabbits and skinned them. Her stomach rumbled at the scent of fresh meat, but she sternly reminded herself that she'd packed away some food in her belt pouches. Besides, the meat wasn't the only things she could smell. While she couldn't detect lycanthropes as easily as vampires, they still had a peculiar... odour.

    Not that it bothered her too much. So long as the orc did his job, and didn't turn all savage on them, she saw no reason to be hostile. She didn't see any reason to be overly friendly, either. She'd finished going over her knives, and moved onto her falchion when she heard the little Psyrakon girl approach. She seemed to find the similarity between the orcs name and 'orc' funny. Then she asked for an orange, and the orc handed her one. He asked the girl why she was on the hunt, and seemed to be concerned about her ability to defend herself. Shadari remembered she'd had the same concerns when they'd first met a year ago. Though she wasn't close to the girl now, she felt she had to say something. "She's capable." The assassin said shortly. "For a kid, I mean."
     

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