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Gregor Moon Fang

Champion of Azura

• Feb 27, 2015

• #41

Dian'Mie's mind shifted to the events of earlier in the day. He must have been gone much longer than he had thought because before he left to get fresh meat for his dinner all he had planned was to accompany Lesli to Solitude before heading east towards Dawnstar. His reunion with Rustleif and Seren will simply have to wait. It's not like Dian'Mie minded. He was actually looking forward to a little detour.

The memory of the armored Dunmer that was encountered earlier came in Dian'Mie's mind. It was good to know that his bad feeling was not for naught. It seems that Jen's been on his trail for a while and could use some helpful information. Dian'Mie was more than willing to assist. "I heard that you're looking for a Dunmer bandit. I don't know if it's the same person but earlier I ran into a Dunmer with a band of bandits heading north from what the locals call Moss Mother Cavern. He said something about meeting with a man named Mjilnar in his camp not too far from the area. Hopefully it helps."

Dian'Mie looked over at the Dunmer, now knowing the name tagged with the stranger as Neleras. Apparently he and Lesli were going to explore a Nordic ruin called Bleak Falls Barrow. Dian'Mie took a moment and sized him up. Neleras seemed long in his years, but he also seemed to have used them wisely coming off as an intelligent scholar.

The plan brought memories of Ashrah, one of the elders and the historian of the Sun Fang clan. She would teach the children the history and lore of not just Hammerfell and Yokuda but of other provinces as well. She would always say that she does it so that our people "are not ignorant of the cultures of the other races so as not to accidentally offend". He remembered the folktales she would tell of the Draugr, the ancestors of the Nordic people who rebelled against the Dragon cults in the ancient times and were cursed with undeath. This elf didn't come off as any type of warrior, but he was willing to delve into a ruin filled with these Draugr simply for knowledge? Dian'Mie saw that he could learn to respect someone like him. "Alright then. I'll tag along with you to the tomb. That's not a problem is it?" He had a pretty good feeling that Lesli wouldn't mind him there, but he wasn't sure of Neleras. Dian'Mie waited for his response.

 

⁌balomew⁍

Member

• Feb 28, 2015

• #42

Lesli was unsurprised by Dian'Mie's response. She considered him an armed pilgrim. “Four armed foreigners on country roads would be more than suspicious,” she said, agreeing with both Jen and Neleras's previous statements. Neleras had suggested avoiding the main roads, but she felt that would not be enough. She also doubted that they would have to lie, would it come to a direct and possibly hostile controntation.

(Short response because there's not much to say. I wouldn't say my muse died. It's just 1:50am and my body is saying “please..let me rest..”)​

 

Gregor Moon Fang

Champion of Azura

• Mar 7, 2015

• #43

(Looks around the thread - Is anyone alive in here?)

 

fellowknight

The Devil In The Details

• Mar 8, 2015

• #44

(*Coughs and raises hand* - You've got one.)

 

⁌balomew⁍

Member

• Mar 8, 2015

• #45

I have no idea why this thread proceeds so slowly. Nocte and I have been working on our own project in the meantime. I've just been waiting for responses from everyone else.

 

Gregor Moon Fang

Champion of Azura

• Mar 8, 2015

• #46

As have I. I usually wait for everyone else to have their turn before I go.

 

fellowknight

The Devil In The Details

• Mar 9, 2015

• #47

Personally, I was waiting for the exchange between Dian'mie and Lesli to subside, before Jen responded to the general situation and went to bed.

If I can ask, would this project have ties to the future fanfiction of this thread?

 

Gregor Moon Fang

Champion of Azura

• Mar 9, 2015

• #48

Oh that's been subsided. Go ahead and post fellow.

 

fellowknight

The Devil In The Details

• Mar 9, 2015

• #49

Jen blinked lazily as the exchange turned from hot stew to filling Dian'Mie in on what they'd configured so far. Dian'Mie later spilled some information about Farano, stating he'd 'encountered' him as he was heading north for a place called Moss Mother Cavern to meet with a 'Mjilnar' in a nearby camp. While the statement itself was intersting, Jen opted to ponder over it thoughout the course of their journey in the following days.

The night was growing late and everyone would need their eight hours minimum if they would be up for breakfast and further planning in the morning.

Jen shifted the hot bowl of soup to his other hand, not daring a bite as he didn't care for a hot meal right at the moment.

The subject of the exchange once again moved back to the suspicion of their party's appearence. Perhaps, in order to avoid an undesired confrontation with the local authorites, they should split into two groups to draw less attention. Even though the idea of trekking through raw nature in their full group size, a run-in with the local guardsmen was still inevitable.

"Perhaps then we should split up into two groups of two," He gestured about the group as he began listing. "Lesli with Dian'me, and the Dunmer with the bosmer hunter who is bunked in The Drunken Huntsmen tonight. I'll travel alone. If i were to go with any of you, it'd draw too much suspicion and none of us want to go to jail, though i'm sure all of us are willing to fight in order to avoid that outcome.

"We can meet at Bleak Falls Barrow this way, or we can travel through the wilderness together to reach it at the same time. It makes no difference to me, though i do have consideration for the suspicions of the local Nord populace. I hear Nordic riots are none too pretty."

 

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⁌balomew⁍

Member

• Mar 10, 2015

• #50

(fellowknight: No, it will not. It will be entirely separate from this thread. I will get back to the fanfiction rewriting when I'm not overwhelmed by homework. Hurrah for procrastination!)

"I'll travel alone. I'll travel alone. If i were to go with any of you, it'd draw too much suspicion and none of us want to go to jail, though iIm sure all of us are willing to fight in order to avoid that outcome."

"Do the Falkreath guardsmen know you?" Lesli questioned. Human with human and elf with elf. Perhaps Jen had a point to this pairing, but it might be that this "bosmer hunter" Jen had mentioned (perhaps the bosmer woman from earlier, though why the interest?) (what marked her as a hunter?) and Neleras would have far too much trouble together on the road. If was either more trouble for them or moderate trouble for both groups.

 

fellowknight

The Devil In The Details

• Mar 26, 2015

• #51

(I have to say, balomew, I've grown rather fond of your writing style and I'd like to try it out, if you don't mind. Sorry for the wait by the way, everyone, I couldn't let this die so easily. Lots of potential here, after all.)

"Do the Falkreath guardsmen know you?"

Jen's gaze went to Lesli and, for a moment, their eyes met and so too did their intentions. Even the question itself might have revealed Lesli was in fact attempting to ascertain one of the factors of Jen's vague nature. Or she herself could have been asking said question to devise the necessary plan to evenly divide the suspicion between the group.

To the contrary, the question sounded more personal. As if she herself had intentions of gaining something from the answer Jen would provide.

He shook his head honestly and shrugged, not breaking eye contact.

"Personally, no. I've no business with them and they've no business with me, as far as I know. But these Nords, I'm afraid, have a tendency to prod for trouble where there is none and without proper knowledge to support their actions. Not to put them down," He broke the stare to address Hulda, who'd undoubtedly eavesdropped in on the exchange. ", and no offense Miss Hulda, but the facts prove themselves."

He looked to Lesli once more. "But no, I do not believe the Falkreath Guardsmen are familiar with me."

 

⁌balomew⁍

Member

• Mar 27, 2015

• #52

[Well, thank you, fellowknight. I'm glad that you appreciate my writing style. I don't mind at all if you try it out. As for the wait, I'm honestly not too bothered. There's so much on my mind that – as much as I don't want to admit it – I almost forgot about it entirely. There is potential, yes, but it's also been slowly dying from the start. But even sick threads can get healthy with some tlc. I'll stop chattering and post. I apologize for the rather short post. As I said, I've been busy, so I haven't freewritten or roleplayeed in a significantly long time (for me). But enough excuses, I'll get on with it now.]​

Lesli broke eye contact with Jen, looking at Neleras. He looked like he was near to dozing in his seat. “The facts prove themselves in your eyes,” she responded, a sheepish look coming over her face as she took in the state of her Dunmer companion. She looked at Jen and set her slight guilt aside. Jen might not believe it, but she had come to a realization that even elves may have similarities to the Nordic people. Bretons, also, saw selectively and used knowledge to advance their positions. She doubted that Jen would like to hear her realization, however, and now was not the time for this.


“I'm going to get some rest,” she told them.

(I thought you might be interested – my new w.i.p character is a native Nord. I've not played a Nord, halfbred or not, for a few good years – the last one was a Breton with some Nordic blood … an old favorite. I miss Kohl dearly, but his time's past.)​

 

fellowknight

The Devil In The Details

• Apr 8, 2015

• #53

“The facts prove themselves in your eyes."

Sadly so. Jen thought plainly as he looked around the group. The night had grown late and if they didn't get their full sleep, it would make the morning and the trip that much harder. And they had plenty of miles ahead of them already.

Jen yawned, feeling drained himself, and gathered that the rest of the group felt the same. Lesli stated her retiring for the night and Jen immediately agreed, somewhat relieved the exchange had come to a halt. Interesting as this group was, they would accomplish little without the proper sleep. And that was far more interesting to Jen at the moment.

"Certainly." He set the bowl down in a near by chair, having not touched the now lukewarm soup within. "And I as well. I'll assume we're to meet here in the morning to discuss this further. I have a few errands to run and a breakfast to eat, but I'll be here then." He gave a short graceful bow before them, offering a farewell of "Goodnight.", and departed to his room.

Once there, Jen double-checked his supplies, undressed into his under-garments, gladly slipped into the itchy hay-riddled excuse of a bed he was used to, and fell asleep within the minute.

 

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⁌balomew⁍

Member

• Apr 18, 2015

• #54

[I've been preoccupied and I'm very sorry about that. I've missed most of my high school classes this week due to fatigue and medical testing. I've had my first MRI and MRA taken two weeks ago (they couldn't get IV access because of my sensitivity to cold temperatures), both of which came back normal. You see, my uncle has an aneurysm and my mother had seizures and a head tumor. She thinks that I've having tiny seizures. I'm less concerned than she is but am not complaining; taking medical tests is exactly what I wanted. I had my first EEG taken yesterday by a wonderful employee. In two weeks, I will have my second meeting with my first neurologist, at which time I will discover the results of my EEG and attempt to explain to her the importance of fatigue in my life. I know that she can help, I just need to convince her that it's very important to focus on. So, as you can see, I've been incredibly busy. I could have spend one day responding to this thread, surely.. I had a dream last night that made me feel very guilty about not responding to this thread. I wasn't going to abandon it, I just needed a day when I was able to get out of bed and take care of myself. I'm exhausted from my EEG (I had to ensure that I was tired before taking it.. not like it's unusual for me to get only 7 hours of sleep, but I still don't appreciate it) but here I am. I'm not sure how active I'll be, but.. I'll try to do what I can. Thanks for understanding..]​

Lesli looked around at what remained of her new companions. "Well, goodnight," she told them, touching the side of Neleras's chair as she passed him. She climbed the stairs and entered the first room on her left. Her knapsack and bedroll were still propped on the chair next to the table. She realized she'd left the book downstairs. It doesn't matter, she thought, and began stripping herself of her equipment, replacing it with a light, loose linen robe.

She did not sleep well on the hay and pelt "mattress" that evening. Finally, exhausted beyond relief from rolling from side to side on the bed for several hours, she dragged herself off of it and laid down on the wooden floor, using the bedroll she had brought over (but was too tired to unfold it, which would have been a tremendous effort considering the buckles that kept it tightly curled) as a pillow. That night, when Lesli had fallen asleep, she dreamed of a creature growling in some beautial tongue. She was in a stone tower and the beast was somewhere outside of the walls. The ground she was standing on quaked as it moved, the wind howling at it's movement. Then it roared, and through the slit of a window she had not previously noticed, fire came rushing out at her. She ducked beneath the window, panting at what she had seen. Surely the men's stories had gotten to her head last night, for that night, Lesli had dreamed of a dragon.

(Derp.)​