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    Alty

    Caw Caw
    The courier was breathless with sweat singeing his eyes, but he was shivering in his cold blood. His hair was dyed white under his cap. He was perhaps too traumatized for this duty, but his subconscious was his anchor on his quest to alert the nearby settlements. He nearly nailed the web between his thumb and index in his haste, but no blood was revealed in the sunrise to distort the scrawls of ink that warned:

    Of Whiterun's greatest concern, there has been a crime of which will not be presented in great detail, but the scene will remain as is. The scene appears of the daedra themselves, and nobody has dared venture into the house of Gray-Mane. A hefty reward of 30,000 septims and a few valued jewels will be distributed among whoever proves the killer.

    The message-man did not slow in his leave, as he needed not waste time alerting the next nearby settlement, especially if he were to be next in the Graymane's tomb.


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    An open role-play for those who still exist on the forums. This so far remains one-on-one, but the more the merrier.
    Notes
    • The basics: no godly characters. We're all equals here.
    • Minimum is 2 paragraphs, for the sake of being eventful and giving others chances to play off of responses.
    • As a challenge, there is no place for character cards. Explain your character in your responses.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    In the horror of the main room did the detective balance rigidly between the corpses. His fangs shifted in their gums in interest of the scene's gory glory, unlike the true emotion that squirmed and screamed behind his blank face. It was unnerving, the chaotic aftermath of the massacre compared to the silence that went unheard. Whatever Cedrida had expected was long frightened off by the reality of the bodies that appeared like angels with their ribs holding the carved skin.

    The pride he held for his self-control; he weaved with care while studying every corner against the sixth sense ringing in his ears, alerting him of his thirst after three days. A killer merciless, but merciful; any child that was present shed no blood, but the vampire could smell the poison. But this was now a matter of who, and later why. A single hair prickled his sight, and gently did he fold it within a scrap of linen in his pouch.

    With ease in his movement but uneasiness on his neck, he retreated to the entrance with his bow and knife rapping against each other. A final turn to review left him confirming that every room was searched, but only a gray hair picked apart the monster. Speaking of, Cedrida would need to feast soon, as his mouth was pulsing with irritation. His final search was for the ceiling supporters, if not to soothe the ache behind his eyes that radiated a molten gold.
     

    NutsnBoltz

    New Member
    After a rather rowdy night of lustful enjoyment and pleasure Esi rose from the warm fur bed like a draugr raising from the coffin, the Khajiit's bones cracked as he stretched up tilting his neck to the side and giving a hefty yawn. Licking his lips softly as the rough tongue marked along his lips up over his nose. his pearlescent feline eyes quickly searching around the room as he propped himself up to his feet raising his arms high in the air. Grinning as he finally took to his feet fully,dressing himself now is his custom leather made armor adjusted to his rather big bulky build. Sleek black fur shining in the light as he approached the door to exit his inn room, before opening the door he adjusted his armor and then grabbed his two daggers quickly placing them onto his hips into their small jewel encrusted scabbards. Upon opening the door it let out a small creek, grinding against the rough wooden beaming of the flooring. With a rather loud slam of the door Esi marched down the rattling stairs of the drunken huntsman and approached the front door before tossing a gold coin towards the tavern keep and strolling out into the main street of whiterun. A smug smile across his face as he searches around the road, checking to see if any of the guards are on edge after a few minutes of just watching the town continue to act normal after such an incident brought a smile to his face.

    Approached by a courier he is handed a small fee of gold and then a letter of thanks from someone titled B.B, tossing a coin the the courier he gives his thanks and pulls up his hood, beginning to walk towards Whiteruns great gates humming a slow merry tune. Golded the sky was and a moderate temperate the day was, embracing the warm heat he mumbled "Home" under his breath. Passing through the great gates he made his way down the road towards the stables reaching his horse and having a small chat with the stable master easing him about the apparent tragedy of the Grey-Mane family "Things happen in the night, its best to lock your doors and pray to the gods you have been good my friend, this was the case for that family, That or they made the wrong enemies HAHAH" Patting the back of the stable master after his rather cruel joke the Khajiit hopped up onto his white and brown steed. Pacifying his horse by slowly stroking the mane of his horse placing a quick kiss upon the neck of his steed. The stable master asked where Esi was going "I have business in Dawnstar friend" Smiling Esi then did his classic coin toss to the stable master and nodded his head as a thank you, quickly readying his horse as he started to get it on a fast trot towards the frozen bitter coastal village of Dawnstar.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    He probably looked ridiculous, so fixated on the hair that glistened silver in the light, never dropped in the acrobatics of his thumb and pointer's finger. This hair, through his otherworldly vision, was enchanted with youth. It did not hold the dull gray of an older hair, but was banded by white and black. It was not human, and unless it was a werewolf, there was only one bipedal race that had hair as the one he discarded in favor of keeping his uncovered fingertips from being scorched in sunlight. The reeking murder behind the door was seducing his taste and smell.
    A guard approached, the same guard that only agreed to watch the door by Cedrida's masterful speechcraft; the same guard that warned, or perhaps blessed him with: "Kyne upon you, for you'll need it to treat the slaughter behind that door." She now questioned him, searching his face under his hood for a spark of knowing who committed the bloody masterpiece, and whether or not he cleaned it. He responded with urgency, "I have no time for that. Did you see a cat?"

    Upon her wary stance, he prompted again: "Khajiit?" At this she nodded, somewhat cowering under the gaze of embers, a gaze not questioning, but demanding. She willingly gestured towards a courier that was heading for the Bannered Mare, and she was left with a flawless ruby, relief, and uncertainty in her wake.

    "Boy!" The courier heeded the richly foreign voice, and the man of imperial and redguard contrast in his features fixed the messenger with the same critical face. "The cat - where did they go?" The courier's voice echoed how he shook in his shoes. "Through... through th-the gates. Sir."

    He dashed off like a hound on a fox hunt, the strands of his scarcely plated robes being the only mark of his traces across the dust. The guards dared say nothing as he barreled through the massive doors in frenzy of his search. He slowed at the final stony arch of Whiterun, tugging his hood lower as whatever stamina a living corpse would need was regained in such sudden timing. There was the bell again, its tongs loud as if the vampire was not aware of the first time he was notified of his stage three condition.

    "Lost, friend?"

    There was something in the stable-tender's face, and Cedrida could not define it dread masked by mirth or having information the investigator did not. He was not in a sober mind to see this man guilty or innocent; he was only sober enough to use his wits to get what he craved. Authoritively, he asked,"The flock of blood-angels in the Gray-Mane residence. May we speak inside?" The man's off-white grin was knocked a tad, and with something more of a grimace did they enter into the little house, of which was as any stable: stale in its atmosphere, though not exactly fetid.

    "Fire."

    "Did you see a cat?"

    "Oh-ho, if you mean an evolved sabertooth-"

    "The point."

    He floored the man with a deadly glimmer in his amber jewels, having no patience for snide comments.

    "...Y-yes-"

    "Where to?"

    "Dawnstar I believe."

    "He spoke directly to you?"

    "Aye."

    The man now had view of a pointed nose centered between sharp cheek edges. Cedrida glared at the table, as if willing it to splinter under his pressuring gaze. The man willingly gave up what the assassin was wearing, and slim armor with two daggers was all the more suspicious. He was wasting time, and he had a feeling the khajiit was not too far off.

    "...He was on horseback as well."

    Contemplating how the assassin made his trail so prominent, the Ace was unmoving, long enough to have the man teeter in his chair.

    "Final question," a voice unexpectedly velvet, but the stablemaster was unable to notice in his trance, awed by the riches in those eyes. "Will you stand?"

    The stablehand obeyed, and that's what left him passed out on the floor with a deep ache in his wrist, but no poison was injected. The twin marks would fade away in due time.

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    Unlimited by mortality, the Ace's toe plunged into deep snow in little time, and he welcomed the stinging frost of Dawnstar.
     
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    NutsnBoltz

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    The day grew weary and colder through the rather rough and straight forward travel upon the road.Horseback made traversing the terrain and roads easier as Esi could navigate his way around bandit patrols and the rather unlikely stormcloaks that have set up camps during their patrols.Esi was suddenly stopped by the similar blue cloak of those faithful stormcloaks who are fighting a costly war for their freedom. Bitter cold had taken over the air and harsh snowfall had began the closer Esi grew towards the coast, as the rushing warn sun faded and replaced by the ice cold heart of Skyrim had showed her true colors. "Halt Cat!, Where is the rest of your caravan" The leader of the patrol said, a hardy well build nord standing almost up to 7 feet talk, long red braided hair reached down to his embroidered stormcloak cuirass. Esi sighed as he slowly put his steed to a halt, sliding off his mount with ease. Now standing face to face with this mountain of a Nord he was only slightly shorter than the Nord, but Esi was built much bigger in mass and muscle "Caravan?" Esi replied to the Nord "Aye you Cats always go in packs like wolves,keeps you safe from the bandits" with a coy wisp of his lips the Khajiit smiled and chuckled to himself, through the hood of his leather armor he made eye contact with the stormcloaks counting the patrols numbers, they were only young and seem rather ill disciplined. " This one does not see any bandits, this one knows they don't wander round ere, especially when there is more violent types of marauders roaming the roads" Esi portrayed his accent off more than it was, he made sure the stormcloaks where watching him as his hands drew to his scabbards growing uneasy the stormcloaks gripped their weapons, the leader of the patrol gripped the rustic handle of his steel axe "What are you saying cat?" the Nord replied in a hardy and hefty voice having grown both nervous and uneasy at the Khajiits rather confident swagger yet intimidating size. Esi tilted his head to the side "This one sees some bandits in front of him" Without anymore warning Esi struk with the speed of the unfathomable wind. Seconds had passed as 4 members of a stormcloak patrol were quickly dispatched.

    Crawling for his life,bloodied and beaten the leader of the patrol screamed as Esi dug his dagger into the weekend leaders leg pulling the the dagger and the pained body of the leader towards him "Yes, this one sees bandits who call themselves stormcloaks" A screamed echoed throughout the heavy snowfall lasting only a few seconds as it was followed by struggling whimpers then silence in the howling winds. Within minutes of what had began it was over, this was a merciful act as Esi would call it, their bodies were laid out as the thick smell and scent of blood filled the air, then the rush of the thick crimson blood began to flow throughout the half paved half snow filled road. Coin pouches were picked and any food was taken, but nothing else was ever picked from the corpses. With keen eyes and a strong sense one could see that this was a brutal unexpected attack done by a lone assainlent, no arrows, no deep sword or axe marks. Only slick smooth dagger marks, two of the 5 had clean strikes to the heart, the other three were broken down with claw and bare hands, their bones snapped and bodies almost crushed under immense strength. The sheer size of these Nords was no laughing matter as they were still built like typical hardy and tough Nords, but they were laid out defeated in brutal fashion of ease. As Esi began to clean up his daggers wiping the blades of the muck and blood they had collected from the hearts of their targets Esi then placed them back into their separate scabbards,blood and snow was not a good mix. especially for him as he was heading into stormcloak territory, Dawnstar was now a short trek away, Quickly hopping back onto his startled horse he calmed it and proceeded to let it trot towards town as he began to hum a him,his steed trotting now faster as it made noise to the rather harsh snowfall pelting down leaning down to the steeds neck he lightly rubbed its neck still guiding it,but easing the creatures stress as they both hasten towards Dawnstar.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    Instead of immediately going in a spree of questions with every guard, Cedrida instead took to eyeing the snow for any of the murderer's tracks, whether it be blood or the u-pattern of a horse's hoof. He was mad to go after the killer, but he was civil enough to keep the scene to himself. What exactly did the vampire need to fear, when all that could smite him was silver or a holy blade in the heart?
    His mind was numbing with impatience from the repetitive white, grey, and the occasional bootprint. The lesser part of his sense was nagging with foolish what-ifs, and to stomp it out, he settled on a post. His face was fastened with the usual glower; an expression carved from ice. He could only wait as the snow found comfort on his shoulders; a commensalistic relationship, as he was unbothered in his hide of bronze marble.

    A clattering trot sunk into the detective's awareness, igniting his attention. Steadily did he fix the steed with his two treasures for sight, and the mounted rogue followed. Gold met silver, and regardless of whether or not silver met gold, gold was glaring with the bitterness of a metal that has long since cooled from much tampering. Hairs blotched in grey, the two daggers guarding his hips, form-fitting armor he has seen on the many that attempted to catch him off-guard before he sucked away the energy that enabled them to uselessly claw with everything they had as he thieved their blood...

    The assassin would either be no different if not changed for the better, and Cedrida had his doubts about the latter. This was a killer of relentless brutality, but the fact was skewed by Cedrida's challenging stare, and he thoughtfully caressed the scar engraved on the right of his full lips. Through his tension, he remained dependent on the wooden supporter.
     

    NutsnBoltz

    New Member
    Upon having finally reached his destination the weary Khajiit dismounted from his horse. With a loud thunk as his feet hit the rough cobble ground Esi began to grab a few things he had packed in his steeds saddlebags, a knapsack was one of those things and he began to fill it with what looked like food and drink as well as some alchemy ingredients. Hoisting the knapsack upon his bulky mountain like back he began to stride down towards the small quite mining coastal town of Dawnstar. Esi was seemingly keeping to himself as he knew his kind were not truly welcome within cities or towns. He was halted by a guard as he began to walk into Dawnstars main road, with a quick flash of what seems to be signed papers the guard let him through the town without any hassle. Cold and bitter the air was as the hot breath of Esi mixed with the cold created a husky shade of white cloudy air as it escaped from his mouth and nose. Black fur mixed with the intensity of the thick snow as Esi finally took his footing into the town, looking around, then down at the docks smiling. Esi was keeping to himself as he made way to a rather discreet and sturdy looking boat placed snugly in the Dawnstar docks. Stepping onto the rough and sturdy wooden boat he began to pack away things and set up to sail by night fall. Crudely designed the boat had an inspirational mix of what seemed to be clashing cultures. a rather rustic and simple helm design that was more nordic, accompanied by a sleek smooth wood that created the cabin or housing quarters that were of direct Khajiit influences. Yet the outer decorations were more like a Dunnmeri design mixing soft metals and dark yet vibrant colors together.

    Esi took a hardy sigh of relief as he reached his so called safe haven of his house boat, he caught a few weird looks from some Nords but was greeted warmly by Brina Merilis as she shook his fur hand and gave him a hardy smile and then a slap on the back, almost as if she was greeting a soldier of the old "This one did not expect you to come visiting me in my rather small home" shaking her head she simple waved him off "Only wishing you luck Ko'Esi, We once stood against one another it's good to know that you realize some truths about your pointed ear friends" chuckling to Merilis he nodded "Why yes Esi always knows what's best for himself,but not always for others" Merilis simply acknowledged him and gave him a pat on the back starting to walk away before quickly turning around and looking him dead in the eye "Did you do that for vengeance or Justice" Esi looked at her in confusion "What did Esi do?" he questioned politely. Brina simply crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him sternly "Ahh yes Esi did what was good for him" he replied quickly trying not to anger her,but not giving away his true intentions towards his actions. Brina gave a shake of her head "You did what was good for all of Skyrim, but people will still attempted to cut your head off if your caught" Now having his eyes meet hers Esi simple nods "I only brutalized the ones who did wrong" Esi seemed to cut his typical accent and the manner of speech out when talking to Brina now, he seemed rather disgruntled at her perception of his actions yet he himself seemed rather lost for words "You did what was right for Skyrim hold your head high" Brina then turns and waves Esi off as she returns to her home. Taking a few deep breaths Esi begins to start to pack his things more and make sure everything is order for nightfall.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    The criminal had contacts, friends that were loyal if nothing to be so devoted to muteness to keep their friendly murderer secured. It absolutely irked him, but the prize was right there, foolishly thick-skulled and missing the details - his buddies would come later. His contacts thought him to be doing "what was right for skyrim", as if what he was doing was right at all. Moreover, they thought the massacre of an entire family, was right. This was beyond the boundaries of just wrong.

    In the now, he could go straight for him or be smart about it, tricking the assassin to come to him. Yet, Cedrida was fancying getting acquainted first. He wanted to know the suspect eye-to-eye, since the khajiit was sloppy enough that the investigator had no need for his journal. Cedrida was neat in his placement of cards, while this damnable cat would probably flip the table after scattering his own cards. If chaos was game, then Cedrida was to play by the rules.

    He hadn't moved from his poise against the column, and only now did he count the ticks of a ghostly clock, until the guards were through checking every crevice. He was only a sculpture with a pulse watching the guards return to their barracks. He snatched the opportunity, and he thinned into the breath of the fog.

    But the fog itself did not thicken around the murderer and his extravagant boat, but a white smoke, almost too thick to be breathed, not that of air itself. It was a cold stream that snaked in a ring about the assassin, easing into the world of awareness. As it faded, the boat rocked as the Ace of Spades returned to the state of flesh, balanced with the art of a sniper at the opposite end of his target.

    "Your swords come with that sheen?," mocked the rough voice.
     

    NutsnBoltz

    New Member
    Esi was minding his own business humming a tune of a song, his ears peeked at a strange sound. Those wicked feline eyes eyes flashed around him as he noticed something lurking no hovering towards him, even for the Khajiits eyesight he was not attune to this strange sight. The wicked twirling twisting thick musk of smoke that slitehrd its way towards Esi. Keeping his distance at the strange yet alluring sight, until it was upon him gripping his lungs like a harsh punch the smoke wrapped around his fur covered body his body tensed and his mind fluttered. He took a deep breathe of fresh air as this wicked trickery of magic came to fruition in the form of a strange being purposely becoming flesh. Eyes stuck on the unknown assailant darting over the figure of his unknown friend, yet he kept his cool not letting the unknown intimidate him. Esi stood full brawn removing his hood and eyeing down the mysterious man. Heart beating at an abnormal pulse as Esi remained calm, it was strange to hear almost dead silent. The Khajiit maintained a stern look at Cedrida. Upon his face a wicked grin forming and gripping, tilting his head trying to peer into the dead soul of the unknown. With a quick lick of his lips Esi placed his hands upon his waist puffing his chest out proudly "Has Molag blessed me with one of his devotee?" Putting two and two together his mind twisted and contorted to figure it out quietly. Eyes darting left and right he was well aware he could come to form, yet he remained cold and calm.

    Snow began to fall harder as the water chilled to temperate of unbearable measures, the elegant boat wobbled with the light waves rocking against it as the water rippled into the coast. Winds howling and beckoning those lost into the unknown, it was a harsh winter out here even for Dawnstar the sun was almost blocked out by the pure thickness of the cold white harsh of the frost. It was as if gods were affecting the weather creating a subtle yet ever growing storm that chilled you to the bones. Esi was chittering lightly the cold gripping the Khajiit as he shuddered at the feeling of the cool slipping up his loose leather clothing, stepping aside from his unknown new friend he moved towards the door opening it and beckoning him inside with a smile "Please! come in, if you wanted to kill me i would have already been struck, so my mind tells me you wish to talk. Come inside and have a warm brew of Elsweyr wine and honey or perhaps you would like to sink into something more crimson, which on special request i have to..friend " He maintained his structure of a stern look, but with a more relaxed body language that just casually and peacefully beckoned and welcomed Cedrida "Its warm like the sands of home..friend" Esi maintained an accent as he spoke but is was much clearer then his brethren who visited, he was eloquent in his vocals and clear nothing stopping him from talking as he was calm and collected.
     

    Alty

    Caw Caw
    The khajiit was simply a mirror image, save for the manic mentality. The wicked grin that took place of what was once marginally startled meant little to Cedrida, as while it held so much it proved nothing. The detective settled for an icy, knowing stare, bold as the khajiit's little praise of the corrupt daedra of domination.

    As he steadily pushed off from his crouched position, seeming to shift into the figure head of the boat at his height, he answered the feline's beckoning with, "Bold of you to assume that Molag Bal would have a treat for you, and that I did not come to bless you on my own will." He stepped onto the seats of the boat, rocking with the weight. "Killing is a matter of patience, unlike you who left an obvious trail here; I knew where you were destined before you arrived," he punctuated with taking a single stray hair from the luggage, and white it was in the light available. His hard brow was interrogating as he put the hair to his tongue, before casting it off to the frigid mists.

    "A total of one woman, one boy, and one stablehand are what directed me here." He laced his feet about the wooden rim before pacing to where the snow could swallow his ankles. With a pensive tongue click, he considered the offer. "I need not settle down for blood. I fed from your friend, the horse-kisser, after he voluntarily gave me your location. You are a poor assassin." He was now toe-to-toe with the killer after taking his time watching the mortal suffer the cold, and while the opponent appeared sturdier, Cedrida's vampiric strength coursed in his veins.

    "Let's not have you die so soon from a cold." He muttered while entering where the khajiit invited him.
     

    NutsnBoltz

    New Member
    Turning now to face towards his door into his boathouse Esi turned quickly after hearing some remarks made from the being "Molag and I have had our fair share of grievances at one time or another but you're forgetting that if Molag wishes it you do it without question" Esi chuckled to himself and simply took pride having been caught, once within the thick walls of the houseboat the door slammed shut and Esi walked over to stoke the fire that was in a magically designed stone and steel fireplace. Temperately warm the house was compared to the frozen hearth of the bitter howling cold outside as the wind gently rocked the waves and boat in motion. Stretching his arms out the large Khajiit began to pull out two wooden yet rather antique chairs that were cushioned on the back and the seating itself. Listening to his new found friend banter on about Esi and his work the Khajiit simply gave a heart laugh and shook his head "You really did not understand the truth,assassination was not the job" pausing before he began to continue Esi started to boil water over the fire and prepare what looked like some sort of hot wine in a mug alone with some moon sugar and a bit of juniper berries. Busting with aroma from just the mug alone as he used a mortar and pestle to break down a few more ingredients, Frost salts, to maintain the heat of his creation, some snowberries to add a bitter cold sweetnest along with the juniper and moon sugar and lastly was a large helping of cyrodilic wine. "I was paid to clean up you see?" Pausing again as he continue to mix his ingredients together adding the boiling water a few millimeters at a time to let the aroma and flavours break down together. Looking directly at his assailant "The trail was left left on purpose you see, it was a request. You don't understand the mess the Grey-Manes were creating, do you even know why i took the job!" Raising his voice lightly his eyes were full not of anger or hate but bitter disgust and sorrow. He calmed himself down before muttering to himself "Of course you don't you're just a paid mercenary who wants his coin, one who thinks he is just in his actions"

    Shaking his head the Khajiit had finished brewing his drink, he filled a large mug up before pouring it into a small set of two jeweled goblets of elven design. Placing a hand out towards the blood sucker he offered the drink "It won't kill you, you clearly saw what i put in it now drink it" Demanding something from his fellow now Esi stood up and proceed to drink a large helping of it in front of the being to prove its nature was not of ill will but good meaning. Air within the home was thick with the smell of both Esi's homemade brew and the smell of wax from the wall lit candles as they wrestled with the wind as it bellowed through the small cracks of the wooden wall "Perhaps you have more of a thought to you..vampire, perhaps you wish to hear the truth rather than what the guards are saying?" sitting down Esi took a rather lazy stature relaxing himself as he casually sipped upon his brew and watched over his new found friend "Ko'Esi is the name friend" the Khajiit said with a warm smile and extended a hand in the form of a shake towards the being.
     
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    Alty

    Caw Caw
    Through the psycopath's antics, Cedrida found inflammation around his neck from mild irritation. He could end it there, but he was much too curious about what the cat had in mind for him. He wanted to know what trap was to be placed. The interior was welcoming, the khajiit alike, but Cedrida was critical, and not in the case of home decor. Though his eyes blazed like sweet honey, they did not echo the sweetness the assassin displayed.
    The sounds of his movements were feathery, but he was positioned in a way that was awkward for the average mortal: neat, straight, and attentive, hands clasped on his lap. Curiosity killed the cat, he knew this from first-hand experience, but what the long-dead traitor in the Legion was diseased with offered more than 9 lives. He listened to the prologue voiced by the tongue of Elsweyr, studious over the ingredients being blended in his own mug. He looked away only when the khajiit began hissing about the Gray-manes, and to the floor when there was an utterance about his class. He wasn't insulted, but he had an urge to correct the generalization.

    The drink was presented, but Cedrida thought it odd that he didn't feel the need to reprimand himself for not being watchful over the process of the craft. The drink was charming, but the vampire's taste was still latched onto the aftertaste of blood. Yet, the drink was never initally offered, but demanded to be devoured.

    "Vampires have to be invited, not forced," the half-breed snidely remarked about the manner of which the cup was offered. A hand free of thorns and the name Ko'esi was proffered, but it was not greeted. Cedrida bided as he had originally roosted with his stony posture. For three of the khajiit's breaths did he stare at the palm the same as he would a puzzle.

    "You will tell me your legend," he started with a quizzical brow,"and then I will decide if we are friends."
     

    NutsnBoltz

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    Esi simply grinned and tilted his head to the side looking at his rather deadly friend "For a kin of undeath your rather bland, your kind usually reveals in the joy of death and most importantly the kindred of blood" Esi began to relax more drinking his home brew before leaving the goblet he had attempted to force the dead to drink now in front of him on a small lavish wooden table. Looking dead straight towards the kin of death he took a stoic approached of stature in his speech sipping his brew one last time he placed it down and then took a breathe "You must know of unjust treatment, of loyalties that fade, the utter bitter feeling of hate and distrust?" His eyes staying stern as he never looked away from his shadowy dead friend, using his nostrils he engulfed them in the aroma of his brew almost having a fit of ecstasy to the smell of the moon sugar breaching his nose "Nords have never cared for any but there own, they keep my people out of their cities and towns cause they can't trust us, yet within those walls they sow their own deceit against one another." Rolling his tongue over his lips and exposing his large pearl white teeth in all their glory he smiled more "The Grey-Manes are staunch supporters of Ulfric and his freedom fighters the Stormcloaks" Sighing at his own remark towards the stormcloaks Esi leaned forward "I have worked for Ulfric on many occasions killing and slaughtering imperials, boys that were not even past their fifteenth winter, cause they were enemies fighting on the wrong side" Guilt seemed to express across the cats face as he looked down shaking his head "I had faith in the Stormcloaks, i had faith in Ulfric and his wish to free his people from tyranny of the High Elves and their superiority complex" Grasping his cup he took a long drink before planing it down again wiping his lips as they were drenched in his brew. "I even worked for the Grey-Manes on occasion doing jobs for them, you know they hired me to help them get rid of imperial presence in the city of Whiterun. First time i ever declined a job. They asked me to go into a military school just out of Skyrims borders. Filled to the brim with fresh young recruits of kids, I have done terrible things already to those that were not of proper age to fight, just boys wielding swords cause they want to fight with their fathers or fight to avenge their dead fathers."

    Grimace had struck across the cats face as he brushed his fur atop his head then fixed a braid in his furry mutton like beard, once fixing it he took another drink of brew. "That military school was a lie, i went their myself before accepting this contract. Those honor bound Nords that call themselves Grey-Manes wanted me to burn an orphanage down, Why? cause it was under imperial protection? Those children were not fighters they were sons and daughters of warriors who had no family to go to, who's mothers and fathers were killed in this civil war" Esi laughed "The Nords, they lie about honor, about pride and about those dam traditions!" Slamming his fist on the table in anger "I went to Ulfric to tell him about the Grey-Manes intentions and what they tried to pay me to do, I thought the great Bear of Windhelm would punish them, but you know what he said..." Esi took a breathe before calming himself again taking another sit of his almost empty brew, reaching for the large mug he had filled with his brew gripping his goblet "His words were, in war you must sometimes do things that could be called extreme" chuckling to himself Esi poured more of his brew from the mug to the goblet "Yes i know i have killed many a young including the Grey-Manes youth, but they were of age, their mind was polluted by their family corrupted and twisted, i showed them mercy they were peacefully put to sleep, i never brutalized them, never touched them!" Sipping his now full Goblet Esi looked at the figure "You were once a man, you felt the pain of loss and betrayal, ever since i came to Skyrim i have tried to do what is best for me, tried to achive what i want to escape from my past,but ever time i try those Nords try to take it away from me.." Looking down into his cup the cat slammed it down a small bit spilling "I have spent my time in jails for crimes i did not commit!" Esi was shouting with a firm and bold voice his eyes like fire "I have be accused of foul deeds all because of my race!" Taking a large drink of his brew he calmed down again and adjusted himself in his seat "Nords have no honor, none of Ulfrics Nords do, even the Imperials treat us like second class, we have fought for the High Elves in the great war, yes we did. But we did it cause they were the only ones who appeared to us in our time of need." Taking a deep sigh "I came to Skyrim to escape wrong doing, and in the end i chose the wrong side at the start. I Honestly believed in the tradition of the Nords, their concept of honor and the way they fought for freedom inspired me" shaking his head in disgust "But the Stormcloaks wont stop with the Imperials, Ulfric is truly a monster, he has plans for after he becomes high king that he will wage a war on all races of elves" Chuckling some more Esi looked at the stranger., his eyes where hiding something of pain, yet he never tried to let it be known.

    "The Grey-Manes deserved what they got and the Imperials are just the two of lesser evils, I chose to try to change my ways, but if i do that i will only spend an eternity behind bars cause the Nords of Skyrim hate my kin, every time i enter a city i have to provide proof of why i am here, if i don't i will be threatened by the guard and ask to leave once, if i don't leave quickly enough they will decide to beat me and then throw me in a cell for not following their laws" Standing and sighing he licked his lips, his stature was not firm or stoic, but rather tiresome "Sorry for the rant, if you were paid to kill me then do it, I have spent a life trying to do right. But this world is only meant to be in turmoil" Placing himself in his eat he drank more of his brew humming a small tune to himself looking at his unknown future. Even in his confidence the cat took his daggers out and placed them on the table.
     

    Alty

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    His scar twitched with a short-lived glint from the light. He was unimpressed by the continuous generalizations. He was no mercenary. He was no creature that basked in blood. He was a man that lost the pulse to his heart and veins; a man that lost the fragileness and warmth of a human.

    His unimpressed eye followed every gesture of his suspect, soon replaced by hints and sparks of enthrallment. His cold hide would prickle at the cat's ire, and every rhetorical phrase was answered with a flat blink. He was aware of it all; political affiliations were both murder and suicide, and the Ace was familiar with both the aftermaths and antecedents of each. He knew the barriers about the wolves and bears, the Battle-Borns and Gray-Manes, but...

    "You were reckless and straightforward enough in your... masterpiece at the Gray-Mane residence. Why haven't you done it for the political rulers?," prompted a less authoritative tone, dismissing the option to kill the cat. "Why be so willing to admit your desire for vengeance to a stranger, but not to your closer allies?," he recalled the girl that was so fond of physical contact.
     

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    Esi relaxed in his chair breathing a sigh of relief wiping a fake sweat from his palm,arising from his seat he took a drink of his brew and went to look out a small manhole designed in the wall of his boat to allow a small set of air to seep into the home. "Was not supposed to be for political power or a masterpiece" his personality seem to twitch and change in form as he engulfed himself in the aromatic twinge of moon sugar shivering and pulsing slightly in his stance. Shaking his head as if he was bothered by the smell yet his eyes said otherwise as they were in a bleak state of bliss almost rolled back into his skull "Vengeance was not the mould i used" Esi broke into a sick fit of chuckling. Sculling down his drink he placed it onto the table and wiped the grime and gruel of the brew from his mouth, "Allies?" Esi smiled and shook his head "I thought you knew all the details i left you, the evidence to lead you directly to me" Wickedly smiling his eyes almost pulsed over the stature of his 'friend' the coy almost smug look that he had expressed could bring concern to a normal man's face as Esi seemed to have been playing along with his new found fellow. He turned his back slightly towards the build of the shadowy figure and began to rub his hands in something that was bitter smell yet unknown to the eyes even to the accture senses of a vampire. Esi was standing tall now turning back to face his pursuer, body language was confident and strong now as Esi begin to tighten a shoulder pad in his armor "Tell me, do you fear the afterlife? Serving the daedric god of domination,rape and pain" The Khajiit was humming a tune that was unknown yet catchy. The bellowing sound of the cold hearth of the wind rackating against the wooden houseboat, the door rattles against the pure strength of the blizzard approaching. Smiling to himself Esi stood firm against the strong rocking of the boat and maintained a statue to keep a high like ground against his opponent. Unbent to the intimidating presence Esi was purely stern yet cocky in his stance having known that he might have caught his pursuer off guard. Looking directly at the vampire, Esi knew is blades were on the table away from him, but that cat always had a plan and seemed to be confident in his ability to convince his assailant into more of a conversation.
     

    Alty

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    The friendliness had waned flake by flake, and the malice was making a return. Cedrida suspected the moon sugar, and while the drink would not likely affect him if he were to take a dose, he side-eyed it with the same mistrusting twinkle that was pressed towards the cathay. The humming was beginning to stone the flammable ranger with coal.

    "In the case of an afterlife, you would find death in a place similar if not the same." He stood, square shoulders rising with deliberation. "But that is not the answer you want. I am not faithful to any religion or afterlife vision, and I honestly care not for what awaits me in the afterlife, I will do what I can and want with my present immortality."

    He stalked to the side of the chair, not a single mourn for the loss of comfort. "If it be fear or numbness that is to swallow me in death, then so damn me." He righted his scarf of ivory and red rhythm. "What sorcery is this that you riddle me with?"
     

    NutsnBoltz

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    Esi had slowly stretched over and reached for his rustic stone mortar and pestle, beginning to crush some moon sugar down to a refined state. An aromatic purity started to creep its way from the mortar and pestle into the entirety of the houseboat as it swayed with the waves. Like a thick rustic musk, that smelt of sweetness yet with a bitter end, it was utterly euphoric to the Khajiit as he gorged himself on the smell for a while almost curing his shakes. It snapped his body into a state of twitching and erratic licking of his lips before he looked dead straight into Cedrida's hollow eyes, the cats slit eyes almost black without a soul. "As a tool of Molag's vicious and unkempt mind,You are only immune to diseases and age, not death. Fear death even if you are the blood drinker of night, for their are things that can even end your life with ease." Esi began to gorge more of his aromatic crushed sugar and licked some off the pestle which drove him into a freak speedfit before he stood straight. Eyes darting like he was paranoid the Khajiit was in a state of bliss and paranoia as he began to mumble himself "The voices they speak to me you see, they are the voices of the gods" raising his head up and smelling the fresh air he looks directly at Cedrida "Your life was forfeited in the past, that's why you were given immortality, cause your lack of faith in the gods is what drives you" biting his lip hard he snapped his head to his side mumbling more "Death is merely a tool" he mumbled over a few times as he shook in a small fit gripping his mortal and pestle to the point he crushed the heavy stone pestle in his hand. "Sithis has guided me towards the black abyss, i have come face to face with the end, you should fear what awaits you, but you still don't understand. Politics nor money was truly involved in my actions, vengeance was not a strong motive only a mould to push me on more. You act on instinct when you feel the need to feed you do, yet you think yourself full of morals, they would burn you at stake if you were ever truly discovered, isn't that what you fear...FIRE?"

    Holding his furred hand over the candle light flame till it started to singe and burn, Esi did not flinch, no tears or fear "My actions were for the gods, the Grey-Manes had outlived their usefulness, contracts of blood were made and Sithis and the Night Mother were beckoning for them!, but they were also calling for you." He pulls his hand from the flame, his furred hand almost burned into the last layer of flesh, his blood was not crimson or red, it was black and look like some decrepit mix of sludge and muck. Blood oozing onto the ground "Boethiah had called for their names to, she demanded me to create something poetic with them, she forced me to leave clues, i serve the highest bidder, and the gods are above everyone else no matter if they are good or bad, they serve their purpose to further the age of all then destroy it when they have outlived their usefulness. Just like you say you are free! you are not free you're bound to the lord of Cold Harbor, to serve him in death again and again and again and to submit to him over and over, your his tool weather you want to admit it or not!"
     
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    Alty

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    The rattling of daedra and gods that Cedrida did not heed was labelled as he thought: sorcery. Sorcery in words, and sorcery that tampered with the boat. He did not ask for this, and he was not going to let it last. In a blur of white, he charged the psycopath into the wall with a wind that toppled the dining set. The sharp bend of his elbow immobilized the khajiit by the valley of the collarbone, in collaboration with the other hand that made the wall splinter on the surface as he nailed the unburnt paw.
    "I did not come here to debate religion." The khajiit got as what he requested: the vampire ate the coals he was pelted with, and now he was fraught. Normally where he kept his wits and limited his facial movements, he now freely gnashed about as he spoke nose-nose with the cat, his gums expanding where his tusks unhinged. "I know little of you, and you know little of me. Fire is what I am vulnerable to, but I fear it not." He pressured the wood further with the spine of his opponent. "Whether I be known as man or not, I do not crave death as you do. I still have much to do here, both bad and good to maintain a goal of justice."

    His voice remained as it naturally was, but there was a snarl for every emphasized syllable; a tone that was implanted much deeper than just his vocals. There was thunder in his chest, yet to be unleashed. His eyes that had glittered with embers were now brilliant with the same fire he supposedly "feared". "Listen hither boy; I have been here since the third century of the third era. I have seen the passing and crowning of emperors, the construction and destruction of cities, and was born into the title of soldier, but did so much more than participate in outright war," he breathed, and he inhaled as if he was readying himself to spew a dragon's flame.

    "Do not lecture me on my fears and morals. Only my instincts are bound to Molag Bal, but I am mentally bound to myself," he snapped. He freed the slitted ash-filmed eyes from his wrathful gaze, and to the hairy ear, he sizzled, "I have my answers, and you can suffocate in your drugs as you wish, you undignified nut."
    His words were punctuated with strewing the cat onto the ground with brash force.

    He watched him a minute longer for any words that may follow his leave.
     
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    Esi only laughed at the charged as he was startled at first,but due to his intoxication of the skooma and brew was fairly immune to pain, Esi had smeared silver and garlic over his hands and face, it was a sought of sterilizer for his fur as it cleansed him of skin and fur diseases. His fur stank of the garlic but echoed with a shine of the silver it was shimmering in the dim lit light. "Can't keep your cool, I may be young to you, but I have seen this world just as well as you and your blood sucking kin never last long" Smirking as he eyes watched over the assailant "You say you follow your own morals then why care about some pitiful family!" Sighing to himself he had come fully out of his haze his face scowling as the pain settled in. "You don't fear anything?" He chuckled and shook his head "You keep telling yourself that, you have seen what all of Tamriel has become, war,famine and death now stricken the land and you can't even say it will be all good in the end. This world has torn itself apart, nothing will remain in time but the dust of history" Licking his teeth as his mouth had busted with a small amount of blood being drawn. "You invade my home and attack me, you can't accuse me of anything undead, cause i can expose you just as well, and besides the fact gold is all that matters in this corrupt world i would walk free in a day any jarl would want someone like me on their side, someone who they can pay to merely eliminate problems" Esi was smug in his comments as he just truly hinted at who had paid him to massacre the family. Cracking his large body now as his brawn begin to show more, his muscles protruding even through his furred body, his leather armor had slowly come loose exposing an Elsweyr mark of a noble upon his shoulder before Esi fixed his armor in disgust. Unphased by the actions against him the Khajiit merely maintained his smile and studied the figure some more.

    "Weak men create hard times, hard times create strong men and strong men create easy times, that is the purpose of my chaos to create good times for all people and to cleanse this world of the famine that strangles it" he mumbled to himself wiping the blood from his lips as it continued to flood its way out of Esi's mouth. Like a snake Esi was patient and waited, watching the dead hearted figure as he tried to remain calm even in his fire. Sleight of hand had allowed Esi to reach for his daggers using his tail, the toppling of the table had allowed him to reach for them and hide them behind his back using his tail. Arms slowly placed behind his back, one resting on his hims the other holding the wall behind him to prop himself up. "Why don't you run back to Whiterun and look up my name" His mouth was watering and bleeding all the same, yet his eyes were like fire with Cedrida "You'll learn the truth then about you half witted detective skills, it proves you soulless monsters don't know how to use your head either,your like a dog following a trail his nose always down never letting his head raise to look at his surroundings. you'll return to whiterun and it would have moved on, simple as that no one has time to care for some half-breed clan" Esi laughed at his own snark comment now waiting for the aggressors response or action.
     

    Alty

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    The cat was persistent and had much method to his madness, but all the same contradictory. The bastard invited him in, proved an unobservant and careless assassin, and drugged himself in the presence of a stranger that could very well have his head. He chose to step back from his conflict, and view him as a piece of art that was disastrous up-close but more desirable from afar.

    The gold glistened with the unsaid, but the detective prided his control, and remained silent, listening to the waters' taunts. The words twisted about themselves hideously, but the detective found that the khajiit's verbal trickery had yet to truly settle into his mind. He snaked in every lace of the slitted eyes, dazed and manic, unshining. The lively silver was as gone like the pulse in his own chest, the same silver of his weakness. He glanced to the unorganized mess that resulted from his eruption. The daggers were gone; his face waxed with something dark as the images of "his kind".

    He sighed through his nose as if he were still earthly. If anything, he learned only this in this exchange: the murderer could not make sense of him, and neither he to the murderer. The story would have only been told if the killer wanted something from the detective, and he now defined it as understanding. But he said nothing, his scar following the flattening of his lips into a studious line. He understood it all and nothing. He could not read the muddy mind of the cat, but as the evil, seductive, manipulative monster he was imaged as, he could leave the butcher without validation.

    He stood as almond-painted stonework, unyielding but not pursuing in the moment. As final judgement, they were not friends. They would meet again, but Cedrida was without certitude that the bond would improve. Unblinking, he confirmed his leave without farewell in his suave strut or voice.
     

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