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    scipiobatman

    Wise Fool
    Scipio stopped for a moment and reflected on all of the death he had seen. He envisioned the deaths of his family at the Order's command. He relived countless coven-huntings, where feral blood-kin were slaughtered without a second thought. He recalled a dragon eating the nord who secured his passage into Skyrim. He thought of his Order, and the strengths of anonymity. And then he shared the most powerful experience of his life.

    "Well Caeser, I played for an Orcish camp in the mountains on my way here. They were a mighty people unlike any I've met before. One night, after a great hunt, there was a feast of celebration. Mammoth cheese, taken from a nearby giant camp, was served. It was delicious and the orcs could not get enough of it. That evening the echoing trumpets of flatulence rivaled the voices of the greybeards. The smell was quite... potent. And what adventures bring you here Kalib?"
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "I often find myself here. I am a hunter of both man and beast. I travel from one land to the next in search of work. Bounty hunting, caravan protection, and mercenary work. If there's any to be had. I was traveling with friends, but they seem too engrossed in their drinks at the moment. I find myself here for those reasons, and I've found that I have familial ties to the Companions. Someone in my lineage some generations ago found themselves here as a Companion. So when here, I pay respects from time to time. And you, friend bard? What brings you here?"

    Kalib said after reading Caesar's note. He obviously spoke nothing of the note, even going as far as crumbling it in his hand and summoning a measure of his inner magicka to manipulate into a small controlled flame that turned the note to ash. Not out of reasons of disrespect, but to ensure that no one else could read it either.
     

    Deadpool.

    OG Forum member
    "Before I joined the legion, I was an Imperial scholar.. One of my studies was the factions of skyrim, One of the most honourable were the Companions, I even had the opportunity to speak to Kodlak himself and study the history of the guild, I've also been to Riften to speak to members of the Grey Beards, a truly fascinating and divine experience.." He said with a grin, remembering the adventures he had as a youth.

    "Possibly the most morbid of all were the Vampires and the Dark Brotherhood, we only got as far as eye witness accounts and rumours... We tried to interview some of them but they consumed the souls from those who accompanied me..." he said as he shivered
     

    scipiobatman

    Wise Fool
    "Like I told dear Caesar, I was in Skyrim when I recieved a note from Mikael asking me to come in and play tonight. My adventures are not so exciting as yours I'm afraid."

    Once he had answered Kalib's question he turned to Caesar and offered condolences.

    "I am terribly sorry to hear that Caesar. The feral blood-suckers deserve nothing more than death. If I hear anything of interest I'll let you know."
     

    Deadpool.

    OG Forum member
    "Thank you" he said whilst nodding

    "I tried my hand at music once, but it never really went well- I only managed to learn half of Ragnar the red.. It frustrated me too much so I invested time in other things"

    He noticed that he was beginning to become too open, so he made an excuse to exit the table,

    "Now gentlemen, If you would excuse me I am going to my room to write to my love" He exclaimed as he rose to his feet. His heels clanked as his feet hit the floor, he went back his room.
     

    Kalib

    Member
    "Well that was.... Different."

    Kalib stated with a bit of an awkward look on his face. He watched Caesar leave, for the second time since they had met. But then again he did state that he was an officer of the Empire. So Kalib figured he was probably making notes of things to report about later.

    "So, bard. You come in the stead of Mikael? Was he commissioned to perform here?"
     

    scipiobatman

    Wise Fool
    Confused, Scipio stared at the Redguard for a moment.

    "You often find yourself here, yet you don't know of Mikael? He's the local bard. As Jon puts it, he sings for coin and the affections of wenches. As he cannot be here for coin, I assume his absence has something to do with the latter. He knew I was travelling this way, so he asked me to sing in his stead. Inns tend to do much better with a pleasant voice amidst the drunken slurs. Speaking of, it's probably about time I played something or Hulda will have my hide. Allow me a moment to entertain our guests. When I finish I would love to hear more about your travels."

    Excusing himself Scipio moved through the throng, dancing to his own drumbeats.
     

    Kalib

    Member
    Kalib listened to what the bard had to say with a half smile of knowing stationed firmly upon his face.

    "Oh, I know of him. But I know of a few things about bards as well. One of them being that unless they're commissioned to perform at a certain location, they travel where they will. Another, is that Mikael has never been commissioned by the owner of this tavern to sing here."

    ((Any of you guys ever play Final Fantasy Seven?))
     

    Deadpool.

    OG Forum member
    After the moment of awkward silence passed he exited his room, locking the door behind him. He wore his armour again, with his cape and his hood down, he walked towards thw table that he sat at with his helmet in his armpit.

    He occupied his place on the table with Kalib and the bard.
     

    Muad'dib

    The mouse-shadow
    After some time spent traveling, Darius returned once more to Whiterun, finding it in pretty much the same state as he'd left it. This time, he visited the shop owned by the two Bosmer before proceeding to the tavern. He brought them a few fresh rabbits to add to the stewpot, and joined them at dinner, getting to know the two of them and learning more about the land in the process.

    The next day, he proceeded to the Bannered Mare again, finding a corner table and ordering something cheap to keep the barmaids off his case while he reviewed a map of Skyrim. There was always something of interest at the tavern, and he looked to see if any of the people he'd met last time were visiting. It wouldn't hurt to search for a job, either.
     
    Slinking in cape of my nightingale armor brushing the floor and finding a table along the wall as to have full view of the main hall. Setting down and pulling down my hood my flowing blonde hair with scattered braids comes over my shoulders as I scan the room getting a grasp of the events playing out
     

    Deadpool.

    OG Forum member
    He turned to look to the door and 2 patrons entered, One caught his eye, (OOC guys do you have character cards? and Maiden spread eagle, I'm just going to assume your character is the one in your profile pic) a woman with gloden locks of hair, and she wore a nightingale armour. He seemed suspicous of her involvement with the thieves guild but that was not his mission so he cracked a half smile and then drank the rest of his ale. (ooc my character profile is in my signature)
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    'Stay out of trouble, elf'
    Ysarth the Wanderer has grown used discrimination by Nords - an anger that still lingered in their hearts after the war, even though so many had not even shed blood that day like their fathers and forefathers. Whiterun was warm with the forge at the entrance greeting him with a toasty embrace, unlike the guard which he had brushed past. The centre city was always busy, even at night, but at that time people of the bad sort were busy. Ysarth watched a woman sneak into the Bannered Mare tavern shortly before he, snaking her way in in her brilliant nightingale armour - an outfit he had not seen for many years.
    The thieves guild, Ysarth identified to himself. To him, they were no greater than the Brotherhood, except they stole money and wares not lives. He took off his elven helm and placed it under in his arm before pushing open the tavern door and was greeted by the foul smell of warm ale and human sweat. Ysarth hummed a song to himself softly, bringing himself away from the present as he often did, wandering about his mind yet still keeping all of his senses in check: for instance, there was a man looking between what must have been a map and the tavern, most likely lost in thought of finding something. The nightingale scanned the room discreetly but Ysarth caught the slight turns and inclines of her hood to know she was looking around.
    'Hey, watch it!'
    A tall, burly Nord stumbled into Ysarth, clearly inebriated judging by his breath and the volume of spit that ejected from his mouth.
    'My apology, brother.' Ysarth announced proudly, eyeing the Nord as he wandered away. With a slight shake of his head, Ysarth approached the barmaid and ordered a meal before shifting himself onto a barstool and fingered at the rough gouges in the bar counters woodwork.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli sits down next to Ysarth at the barstool, weary from a long trek. She was due to visit her adoptive parents the next day, but she'd gotten here a day early. Ah well, good chance to get good mead and a warm bed. The she-Khajit had quickly changed into her casual gear before entering the town, her necromancer robes and copper-moonstone circlet, and an Amulet of Zenithar at the moment to get a good price on the mead and room in question. She glances to her left, noticing the Altmer (I assume, correct me if I'm wrong). "Ah, welcome. Kivuli sees not many around here who don't wear Thalmor garb of some kind." She remarks in a curious tone, head tilted to the side slightly.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    The unnerving smell of necromancy took hold of Ysarth's immediate environment and a female Khajit found a seat beside him. Ysarth smiled slightly at the familiar in-third-person language all of the Khajits spoke, and he inclined his head slightly to see the man-beast which sat beside him:
    'That is because there are not many Altmer that are not with the Thalmor. You must forgive those who are, however, for their lust for power and authority clouds their minds.'
    Ysarth admired the life the Khajit lived, for it was like his own - a nomadic life where the next day was assured by how well you could fight or how fast you could run; these creatures, though, had been doing it for much longer than he had. Ysarth grinned - a life travelling and seeing every nook of Tamriel would be a life indeed.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "Such is the dangers of power and greed. Pardon the odor, Kivuli has had not a chance to wash her belongings in a long time. Death, such a clingy smell, yes?" Kivuli was used to the smell of death by now, but she knew that it tended to put off other people. "So, what brings you here to Skyrim?"
     
    The nightingale can't help but overhear the conversations in the barroom. Half wondering who she would have the hardest time killing. Or which patron here carried the most septims and jewels. The warm buzz of the wine slowly starts to chase such thoughts away.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    Ysarth regarded the Khajit's question: it had started off as a mere eavesdrop on two Bretons somewhere near Falkreath, one of them mentioning a letter he had been given whilst in the Winking Skeever. Whatever the letter contained had spooked the Breton into believing his entire family was in danger. The words 'undead' and 'vampires' were mentioned, and those were enough to take Ysarth to the Winking Skeever tavern in search of the courier or some other person who might seem out of place. As opposed to turning at the border and travelling to Hammerfell, as Ysarth had planned initiallly, he took up this mission instead. There was something off about what he had heard - and as if on par, upon his awakening at the Winking Skeever one morning, he found a letter in his hand onwhich was written:
    What did curiosity do?
    Meet me in Whiterun

    And the letter was initialed with a M
    Ysarth retrieved the letter from beneath his breastplate and handed it to the Khajit.
     

    Deadpool.

    OG Forum member
    Caeser noticed that more patrons entered the tavern, He moved his cape to reveal his penitus oculatus emblem that he proudly bore on his chest and also on his sword. Caeser removed his hood and stroked his scarred, shaved scalp. As he had finished his ale, he rose to his feet and strolled towards the bar where the the patrons sat, He pushed past and slamed his cup onto the bartop with the septims he owed the bar. Noticing his unprofessional behavior, "Apoligies" he said sternly, yet rather apoligetically to the citezens.

    He turned to the barmaid whilst taking off his water carrier and said "replenish this with water, please"
    He took a few steps back, and turned to the woman wearing the nightingale armour, he cracked a half smile and turned back to the ones gathered at the bar and asked "what brings you two here?" whilst still wearing a slight smile.

    He eyed the beatiful yet menacing woman sat on the edge of the room, wanting to approach her.. but doesn't.

    (OOC sorry for not being very active, I've just had my first exam, I have 22 more aha)
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli takes the note and looks it over. "How curious." She murmurs. 'Hm...many a name Kivuli knows that begins with 'M', either dead or civillian or trading caravan. If you want, she will stick around in case things go very downhill when dis M fella shows up." Kivuli gives Caesar a quick glance, narrowing her eyes at the Penitus Oculatus emblem on his garb. Empire, are you? Don't expect any warm geetings from Kivuli!
     

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