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    Snoball

    23rd President of the United States of America
    On the grand, serene shores of Summerset Isle stood a young Altmer noble alongside his wife, a petite elf whose natural beauty could rival even that of Dibella's. The sun gently graces them as a pleasant sea breeze rolls in from the clear, blue ocean. This place appears completely untouched by the woes of the world, or so it would appear.

    The noble notices the wind picking up speed, shortly followed by dark clouds and crackling lightning emerging in the distance. Once the sun had been blotted from the greying sky, the noble's wife beckoned him to leave so they can return to the comfort of their home. He payed her no mind, gazing at the oncoming storm that wildly danced upon the once calm ocean surface. She called again, but he could not help but walk towards the calamity, almost awestruck by the emerging chaos.

    She yelled for him one final time, and at last snapped him from his trance. He looked back however to see she was no longer there. Instead of calling out for her, the Altmer calmly looks back into the direction of the storm that has now hit the shores in full force. He closes his eyes, unable to run as the calamity envelopes him.

    The eyes of the Thalmor Ambassador creak open from a faint ray of sunshine hitting his face through the window. A dream, perhaps? It was of little concern, especially with what this new day would entail for Azrael. With a hum of content, the ambassador rose from his bed and freshened up. Donning his officer's robes as opposed to his formal ones from the previous day, the High Elf was assisted by Bosmer servants in preparing himself for the negotiations ahead. Saphira greets the ambassador on the 1st floor.

    "Have our guests arrived?" Azrael looks from outside the nearest window. He sees the unusually high amount of travelers and pilgrims entering the city and going about their business.

    "The militia has already begun to occupy the city. The steady approach of inclement weather seems to be reason enough for these guards to assume these travelers are just here seeking rest and shelter." Azrael makes note of the sun hiding beyond the clouds as a light drizzle begins to fall. A sly smirk graces the face of the ambassador as he witnesses the steady influx of travelers into Solitude.

    "Good. If that foolish girl continues to resist the winds of change that rush towards Evermore, then today she shall bend... or she shall break. Ensure our key operatives are in position via informants. I will compose a letter to inform Elenwen of our withdrawal from Skyrim once our business is settled. No doubt she will be simply thrilled." Saphira nods in approval as she leaves to handle her assigned task. Azrael heads to his desk to begin his letter, brimming with confidence on the outside, yet uncharacteristically anxious for some reason.

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    Hart

    Sassmaster
    The sunlight that streamed through the thick frosted windows did absolutely no help for the pounding headache that had erupted across the entirety of her skull, stabbing unmercifully at the back of her eyes. Ihylin realized with a start that everything hurt, the groaning her of joints and screaming of her muscles putting on full display what a week on the road could do to a person without rest. The fact that she had fallen asleep on her work desk, arms twisted around her head in an odd fashion did not help at all either.

    She very nearly sobbed in relief as she stood, a ripple of cracks resounding down the length on her spine, rolling her neck to continue the loosening of her own limbs. Even her damned scar ached.

    "Merciful Kyne, help me, for I'm an idiot of my own accord..." she muttered. Glancing back at her station, the smith squinted her eyes. The dragon fang lay there on its stand, tools littered around it, and yet, it looked untouched.

    Of course, with the excitement of the journey, she couldn't wind down for bed properly, mind buzzing with the events that relentlessly bothered her. So she'd given up on sleep, and retrieved the bit of fang that Rolard had given to her. After hours of fiddling and tinkering, she hadn't put a scratch in the damned thing. She'd remembered vaguely swearing at the project in front of her and letting her head down to rest. But no one remembers falling asleep.

    Stumbling towards her own bedroom, Ihylin took a moment to pull herself together, damned near collapsing on the vanity stool that was tucked away in a cluttered corner. Her hands reached toward a tonic that rested nearby, gagging at the foul taste of a healing potion. It was meant for stray burns, but the woman figured a headache the size of a dragon's ass was enough of a valid reason. When it finally eased, she began her routine to start the day.

    ----

    She wasn't expecting the smell of cooking to greet her when she finally shuffled downstairs.

    Much more presentable, Ihylin blinked at the sight of Valencia making herself quite at home in her kitchen. Not that she minded, of course. She'd taken the time to plait her hair back with a crown braid, smoothing it down as she descended the steps.

    "Fine enough morning, Lady Ildrose. Trust the night was well? The extra room tends to be a bit cluttered, and I wasn't expecting guest, but... all in due time. Just a reminder I need to clean up.

    Jerking her head towards the greenhouse door, Ihylin wound her way through the dining area into the kitchen. "I assume prince charming hasn't woken up yet?"

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    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    Before the lady knight reentered the home of her friend, she could feel a slight mist in the air as a drizzle set in from the western sky. A stormy day ahead, I see. Quickly she began prepping the kitchen, hoping that Ihylin wouldn't mind her using it. Despite being a very busy person before being appointed as a royal knight, a hobby of hers was cooking. She remembered a time she was so awful at cooking that she nearly burned down the kitchen. Of course, Rodeyval took it upon himself to become her instructor, and with her determination, she became quite the chef in her own right. She may not be the best, or ever perfect, but her food was good, and that was all that mattered to her.

    With a smile reminiscing on her face from the memories, she began to prepare breakfast. Valencia kindled the fire as she began to melt butter in the pan above it. Cracking each egg, she carefully mixed them with milk in a bowl. Taking the tomatoes, she diced them into tiny pieces and also placed them in the bowl, before stirring. Finally, she cut the chicken into small chunks, before muttering under her breath that she forgot to purchase spices.

    Quickly she dashed from drawer to cabinet, searching for spices of some sort. Luckily she found the few that she needed, and seasoned the chicken. Once all the ingredients were in the bowl, including the chicken, she poured the mixture into the pan. While that began to sizzle, she cut the bread into slices and buttered them before setting them aside. Again she rushed to the fire to stir and flip the egg mixture, slowly creating fluffy scrambled eggs. The scent was tantalizing enough already, but there was still a few more things to prepare.

    Taking out a second knife, she began cutting apples into slices, and between each apple, returning to the pan to stir. After finding the plates she needed, she placed the apple slices carefully on each one before sprinkling the cinnamon she found upon the fresh apples. As she did so, she could hear walking from somewhere in the house, to which she assumed was one of the two. Her having no idea where either was, being in her sleepy state the night before, she could only guess whom it was.

    Happily she was greeted by Ihylin, in which she smiled as she gracefully rushed to stir the pan. "Good morning, Ihylin. I did have a restful night, thank you. I must admit I was a bit perplexed to wake in a place I did not fall asleep in," she joshed, a slight pink dusting her cheeks as she lightly laughed. "I am a bit embarrassed by that, so I do apologize. It isn't like me to simply sleep anywhere." As she finished stirring she pulled the pan off of the fire, the scent rising through the air like a heavenly fog. Valencia then placed the buttered bread over the fire on a rack to crisp a bit as she continued to sprinkle cinnamon the apples.

    Upon hearing Ihylin's comment on Lord Seton, she chuckled lightly and removed the bread from the fire and placed them on the plates. "I'm afraid not. I haven't heard a peep from him since I've been in the kitchen." She poured the milk into a few cups before using some basic frost magic to cool them down. "That reminds me; I hope everything went well last night? You two were gone quite awhile. Did he obtain some medicine, or at least receive some healing from the temple?" Taking a large spoon, she scooped a bit of eggs onto the plates before sprinkling some salt on top of them. She gathered some silverware before handing Ihylin a plate and a cup of milk with a smile.

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    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    In silence the two walked down the hallways, a heavy air surrounding the princess as she walked. Her appointed knight could feel her distress, as her most trusted ally should. He cleared his throat, attempting to gain her attention. "Princess... I understand the, stress, of the situation at hand. It isn't easy. I can only imagine the amount of weight on your shoulders. Filling-in for your father, protecting your homeland from... them, and balancing the politics of other lands just to keep yours safe; it is all so much for one person to bear. I want-"

    Arthur paused as he watched tears stream silently down the princess's delicate face. Yesterday he watched her cry quietly as they escaped the clash, which was the first time in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time he personally saw her cry, but he could hear her soft sobs at night in her room alone. To see her cry again... he knew exactly how much pain she was in, and the pressure she felt.

    Out of shock to both Celica and himself, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her aside between columns in a large hallway out of sight. He kept his hands on her shoulders, the woman's eyes looking downward as tears continued to fall. "Please... Celica... look at me." In a pleading manner, he coaxed the woman's eyes to look upward as she raised her head. "I want you to know that any burden you bear is mine as well. That I will do anything for you. I am here beside you for a reason; I will always be with you, and you should never feel alone... because you aren't. I will be here by your side. I promise."

    Suddenly, the woman grabbed the armored man and hid within his arms, quietly sobbing upon his chest. Looking down at the one person who bore the future of his homeland, he couldn't help but notice how human she truly was. She was the strongest person he knew, and yet this was the weakest he had ever seen her... besides the day she lost her mother. And here she was; his ruler and his leader, left in a state where she grasped for comfort.

    Gently the rather distant and reserved man wrapped his arms around her, a hand on her head and a hand on her back as he rubbed it comfortingly. He couldn't help but let his face flush slightly from the closeness of the princess, but his slight embarrassment did not stop him from comforting Celica.

    After a few minutes passed, Celica removed herself from Arthur, sniffling slightly as she fixed her appearance and smiled sheepishly to the male. "...Thank you Arthur. I am glad you are by my side." With that, she took a wary and deep breath before beginning to walk again towards the dining hall, Arthur following beside her. Despite his rather usual expressionless face, he couldn't help but let a small smile slip, happy to see the hazel-eyed woman smile once again.

    @Snoball
     

    Keidivh

    Noble exile of High Rock
    Sleep had not come easily to the battered Breton after his return from the temple. This journey had already worn him further than any campaign he had ever been on, and yet between his confrontation with Valencia, his reunion with Ihylin he couldn't get his mind to calm. And then the Temple. Had he the choice he would have entered the hellish maw of Oblivion itself. It wasn't as if he didn't need the medicinal attention, but that place was no serene sanctuary of healing and rest. Rather it was a place where he could be fully crushed by the weight of his misdeeds as an entire pantheon of gods stared down at him with contempt.

    So it was the Breton didn't retire after his brief trip, but rather made his way back outside, moving through the house with surprising subtlety for one so large. From there it wasn't to long a trip until he reached the Winking Skeever. If ever there was a place where he could find respite, it was this. The constant din of chatter made it difficult for him to think, and the mead that was pressed into his hand made the task nigh impossible. It's sweet taste clung to his taste buds a moment, allowing him to savor the flavor. More likely than not this was little more than watered down piss, but in his state of exhaustion it didn't take much. Before he knew it another full flagon was in his hand, and he didn't hesitate.

    The night continued on in much the same way, and by the time the ex-knight finally come to again the sun was just beginning to kiss the sky. Finding himself face first on the cold cobblestone pathways of Solitude, Rolard slowly pushed himself up to his feet, stumbling only a few times before finding his footing. "You do your family proud Seton." He mumbled to himself before making his way back to the manor. Perhaps it hadn't been the most appropriate way to spend his night, but it was needed. Even now he found it hard to concentrate on everything that troubled him these past few days. Of course the cuts and blood on his knuckles were of concern, but seeing as he hadn't woken up in prison he disregarded the concern.

    Entering his temporary home, Rolard quickly made his way to the baths before the house stirred to life. As much as he needed those drinks, he didn't wish his companions to see him in such a state. Already he had caused much undue stress and difficulty. Washing himself as best he could, he eventually emerged, the steam from his bath helping him to sweat out the alcohol that still flowed through his veins.

    It seemed he had finished up not a moment to soon as he found both Ihylin and Valencia in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The flavorful scent of freshly cooked eggs and cinnamon made him feel rather relaxed. Striding in and grabbing himself a slice of cinnamon apple.

    "Charming am I? My, my Ihylin, I never took you to be such a flatterer." His easygoing smile had finally returned to him as, taking a bite of the apple. Who knew a knight could be such a superb cook. His cooking skills were little better than his brothers, and that was not an accomplishment to be proud of.

    "As you can see I'm still alive, so it went fairly well. The gods didn't smite me on the spot, so I'll take it as a win." Part of him was about to inquire about what they were going to be doing today. He knew Val was still considering what to do with him, and he would soon need to search for a new job. That was if he wasn't forced to kill Valencia first were she to press the issue. But for now he pushed such dark thoughts aside, and decided to enjoy this simple moment for what it was.

    "Has Ihylin ever told you the time that we tried to roast a duck for ourselves when we were tykes. By the Divines, I had never seen Old Nan so livid, had I not been nobility I very well imagine I wouldn't be standing before you today. I'll just say it involved this." His hand became enveloped in blue flames before snuffing out, laughter escaping his lips. "I'll admit using magic from the school of Destruction to cook was not my finest idea."
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    Hart

    Sassmaster
    Ihylin choked on her drink when Rolard's voice sounded behind her, sputtering in disbelief at his uncanny timing.

    "Excuse you! It's rude to prowl through the house in the early morning and startle your hostess half to death. Flatterer I am not, as boorish as your manners are."

    Jabbing him in the side with a spoon, the woman motioned at him to sit down. There simply wasn't enough space in the kitchen for the three of them. Skirting around Valencia easily, she pulled open a cabinet to rifle through a collection of tea, pulling out a strong black leaf tea. It certainly help boost spirits, with the wet chill that hung in the air.

    "The temple visit went well enough, I believe. Acolyte Friar had her fair share of... personal questions for Rol, but she tends to be a bit of a busy body for a temple keeper. Speaking of which, did you drink the potions? Or did I even give them to you...?"

    The silversmith shook her head, trying to scatter the cobwebs of distracted thought. The journey took a harder toll than she anticipated, seeing as how she barely remembered last night.

    Rolard's mention of the infamous duck story instant made her face burn in embarrassment.

    "Hey! I'm putting the blame on you for that, you nearly chucked a burning duck carcass across the kitchen. 'Let's just burn the feathers off', you said. 'It'll be a lot easier', you said. Aye, sure, all fine and dandy until you dropped the thing on the rug and that caught on fire."

    She shook her head and sighed. Of course he would bring up the duck story, of all things. Eventually, she'd get him back with another story, but the plate of food before her was too tempting to ignore. The three of them eventually settled down the eat, Ihylin thanking Valencia for making something so pleasant after their less than pleasant trip to Solitude.

    It wasn't shortly after that the patter of rain sounded against her cloudy windows.

    Bread crumbled under her fingers as she picked at it, her gaze drifting towards the front door.

    "Lady Valencia, you happened to be out this morning, yes? Do you recall the color of the sunrise?"

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    @Keidivh
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    The woman's house was much more becoming in the morning. Almost flaunting it's grandeur the way Solitude itself flaunts to the rest of Skyrim. It wasn't nearly as big as some of the stone manors that dotted the city, but it was far from any of the wood-based shanties in the market district. Likely a house fit for a family to live in comfortably. I stared in anticipation at the Hanging Moss that dotted multiple spots around the building and followed the points of harvest up the stairs into the courtyard. There the morning sun danced and played with the moss and the wind. It captured my attention for a moment before the excitement in my stomach returned. The courtyard was otherwise plainly decorated, and the more I stared, the more the sun began to dim behind the faint growth of clouds starting to appear above.

    "Nice place," I said to myself impressed, conveniently an arms-length away from the door.

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    Snoball

    23rd President of the United States of America
    With a swift stroke of his quill, Azrael signs the missive that is to be sent to Elenwen. He wants nothing more to do with this foul bog of a province and hopes this letter will be the last form of communication he maintains with Skyrim's 1st Ambassador for a very long time.

    He lights a flame with his magic and steadily melts a candle's wax on the opening crease. He digs through his desk in an attempt to locate his stamp for the wax seal, when he uncovers an old ledger of his, from his days as a front-line scout of the Dominion. He promptly freezes for a second but snaps out of his momentary trance, as there was a task at hand. Azrael locates the stamp and finishes the missive, he then hands it off to a personal courier diligently waiting outside the office.

    Once the courier bows and takes his leave, Azrael is alone again, and his curiosity continues to weigh on him as he awaits the return of his retainer.

    He sighs. "Ramblings of a damn child. I know I will regret reading this."

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    On the other side of town, and within a badly lit corner of the Winking Skeever Tavern, the silent giant of a High Elf Saphira has met with the rag-tag leader of the Thalmor's prisoner militia, a man with greasy, unkempt brown hair who was likely missing a tooth or two.

    "So I trust there will be no issues?"

    "We spoke with ya Lord prior. My men'll be in position within th' next hour." This comes as a bit of a shock to the high elf, as she didn't expect her Lord to reach out to the contacts directly without informing her first.

    "You spoke with Lord Azrael? I was not made aware.." The greasy man gestures to her, implying it was nothing serious.

    "Jus' formalities, m'lady. Nothin we aven't already discussed. S'long as you all keep your end of the bargain, you got nothin to worry 'bout from us."

    He offers a handshake which she begrudgingly reciprocates. She walks away from the inn wiping her hand on the leggings of her armor. Outside she sees townsfolk going about their business, talking, shopping. Children are getting a game of tag in before the rain rolls in. This is her duty, she is aware. But a small part of the Altmer hopes the bystanders enter the safety of their homes before her Lord's "plan" unfolds.

    "To the bitter end, I shall serve."

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    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    Surprised to see Rolard, Valencia greets him with a warm morning smile as she continued to finish preparing breakfast. As he snatched an apple slice before sitting down, Valencia swatted him away and pointed to the table for him to sit down. "I am glad to hear that things went well at the temple. You seem a lot more energetic this morning, Lord Seton." The lady knight smiled as she placed everything at the table.

    As she made sure everything was at the table, the white-haired knight was pleasantly surprised by the duck story, her grin widening as she began to laugh. Ihylin's embarrassment was enough to make her laugh, along with the bickering between the two that insued. "A-Ah Lord Seton, thank you for the colorful story. I wish I could have seen it," she jested between giggles to the man, smiling as she sat down at the table. It warmed her heart to hear the two lost but now reunited friends sharing stories and bickering... of course, Valencia could only flash a thought of the choice she had to make after this breakfast. However... she had already decided last night.

    The food was quite delicious, and she hoped the two felt the same. She had learned how to cook from her mother, and found it as a hobby of hers. She wasn't a chef, but the food she made was enjoyable at least. "I hope everything tastes okay." A light pink tinted her cheeks, hoping that they would at least think it was decent. She surely did not want them to lie to her. Cutting into the egg she was greeted with a warm fluffiness; the trick was to add milk to the scramble, to create a fluffy and moist egg. Another teaching from her mother.

    Rain began to patter upon the window, a gentle and soothing sound to the knight. She recalled the evenings where the sun still left light and yet the storms of the day roared against the castle walls. Her and Rodeyval would sneak to the upper balconies to watch the storm roll in across Wayrest, and listen to the heart-pounding thunder as it riled their spirits with energy from the lightning above.

    Upon hearing Ihylin, Valencia snapped from her revere, took a sip of her chilled milk, and grinned. "Ah yes. It was many brilliant shades of pinks, reds, and oranges. Almost like a sunset, but for the sunrise! It was a wonderful greeting to the day. Why do ask?" Valencia took a bite of a cinnamon apple slice, awaiting her answer.

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    Hart

    Sassmaster
    Ihylin frowned towards the window by the door, listening to the sounds of light raining falling on the glass. Waving her hand idly, she turned back to her tea. "No particular reason," she lied. "Just some old Nord superstition. But it's nothing to concern yourself on. I ought to get to lighting the forge today. I've got back orders that need to be taken care of--been procrastinating on getting headband made for the Jarl."

    Excusing herself, Ihylin abandon the remainder of her tea and partly shredded loaf on the counter. A red dawn meant nothing good. The sky looked like it had bled the day the High King was murdered. Muttering something about preparations, the woman was nearly halfway down the steps to the basement when there was heavy knocking on her door.

    It took a long moment to recall who might have been on the other side. She wasn't due a shipment of wine, and she wasn't overdue on any orders. Across the living space and into the threshold, she pulled the front door open, and blinked stupidly.

    "Oh. Argonian, hello. Eh, come in out of the rain, yea? It's been a busy time, I'd nearly forgotten about having you over for the reagents you wanted. Did... you perhaps want a cup of tea?"

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