Private The Evening is wiser than the Morning.[EWM]

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    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    "How about I just leave my foot print on it?" gets closer to him "Now that we are somewhat alone...."
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    blushes seeing Gemini move "Oh My Talos... That was weird" moves away from Tappit and goes to collect wood picking up light pieces for him to hold, picking up a few pieces and goes back over towards Tappit "Hold your arms out... they arent that heavy...How is your arm?" hold the wood under one arm, holding out her hand and touches his wounded arm
     

    rizen

    A to the K homeboy
    Tappit tucks a small stockpile of kindling beneath his good arm, frowns in frustration, puts them down...and holds out his arms as Duvaindes requests. She informs him that the firewood isn't that heavy...that is, until the weight is on his bandaged arm. His eyes well up, he purses his lips tightly together as a sharp breath escapes him. "Ayuh"..."that's plenty of wood" he confirms nodding quickly. He looks down at 2 small broken pieces of framing that he holds "this'll burn for ages" he quickly waddles back to the others before it can be discussed any further.

    Tappit drops the two small pieces of wood on the cold stone floor and flexes his forearm, rolling it back and forth...he drops his head as he watches Duvaindes re-enter with a huge stockpile of firewood...He scans across the others to see if they'd noticed his embarrassment, just in time to catch Geminus' helmet quickly pivot, the eyeslit quickly finding something of interest on the wall. Tappit grumbles to himself and stubs his toe as he kicks one of the pieces of wood across the floor. He decides to keep that little mishap to himself.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    shakes her head laughing whispers in Tappits ear "I won't tell anyone..." makes a neat little wood pile, sits down and arches her back, making small popping sounds " Come Tappit sit next to me" pats the ground next to her with that devious grin across her face
     

    rizen

    A to the K homeboy
    Tappit disregarded Duvaindes' familiar expression, that grin still remained unsettling but he enjoyed her company regardless. He hunkered down next Duvaindes, grunting as his lower back groaned in dull protest. He turned to her and frankly asked "Got anything to drink?"
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    turns and digs into her bag almost talking into it "I got tea or water.... Neither that you'd probably want eh?" holds out both flasks towards him "Sooooo we haven't actually had a chance to "talk" most of our encounters have well been messy" laughs letting her fangs show a bit
     

    rizen

    A to the K homeboy
    "Water sounds good to me" Tappit responded while reaching for the flask. He took a long refreshing drink as the elf spoke, belched in appreciation and handed the flask back "Thank you...and no, I guess we haven't spoken all of much". He'd spotted her fangs previously at the tavern and saw those points showing yet again, he did well by not staring but his curiosity hadn't gotten the message; Tappit would later consider the blunt question perhaps a result of trauma "Do you crave blood?" he lightly scratched at his beard and pressed on with genuine interest "I ask because..." he raised his top lip and tapped a fingernal to his own top row of teeth "also" he added "your skin is cold to touch" he held his palm out, lingering just away from her cheek but he dare not touch her without consent, he'd learnt that lesson. He searched her eyes and dropped his hand to his side...he'd broken eye contact first and instead stretched his legs out in front of him. His gaze traced along the zig-zag patterns of the laces on his boots while he waited in silence for Duvaindes to "talk". Perhaps this encounter would end up messy too...he was on a roll.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    laughs "Crave blood? hmm..... No... but I do enjoy the taste" the wolfish grin crosses her face "But I haven't in quite some time...why do you ask?" looking at his hand that comes near her face and then drops to his side, raises an eyebrow "Tappit do you like me or something? Curious as to the way you stare at me most of the time"
     

    rizen

    A to the K homeboy
    Tappit chuckled. He pulled his legs in and sat crossed legged. He slung the lute over and sat it in his lap and plucked at the strings. "This old man?" he plucked out what appeared to be seemingly random notes on the vibrating lute strings (although these could be recognised as the intro to metallica's 'One'). "Do you have eyes in the back of your head?" he smiled at her and then nodded "Ayuh, perhaps I stare...my apologies if that offends"
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    laughs "Awh avoiding my question... No it doesn't" smiles at him "Ehh Tappit you are an intersting man... hmm I don't think I have ever smiled this much around someone before...odd" leans back on her elbows, crosses her legs and moves her foot up and down
     

    rizen

    A to the K homeboy
    Tappit smiled back at Duvaindes "I can tell you haven't had practice in the smiling department" he nudged at her side with his elbow "your smile makes me feel like a chicken dinner being scrutinised by a hungry wolf" He stopped considering this theory and solemnly added "I taste terrible" he poked his tongue out "urk!"
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    "Chicken?? Id would of guessed maybe rabbit.. as for the smiling "department" I suppose I really haven't had much in my life to smile about....so forgive me with my smiling " sticks her tongue out "Hmm now I'm curious as to what you would taste like"
     

    Reiji

    Dark Mage of Clan Thu'um
    Seeing as everyone had gone off to do their own thing, Michael thought he'd head over an talk to Geminus being as he hadn't introduced himself yet. As he turned to head over to the doors where Geminus was standing, Michael noticed Tappit and Duva go through the doors and Geminus stepped aside. The gesture seemed odd, so it raised his curiousity. Walking over to the doors, he introduced himself. "Geminus was it? I don't believe I've introduced myself" Michael extended his arm out towards Geminus. "The names Michael" he said with a friendly smile. "I haven't seen such a skilled swordsman in sometime. It was truly impressive" he nodded in an approving gesture, then stepped to the side to look through the door. "Might I ask why those two went way over there alone?"
     

    Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky

    -Bnahabra King-
    Rath wakes up. Opening his eyes looking up at a dim lit ceiling.
    "How long was i out?" He rolls over and pushes himself up stretching his arms and legs.
    He looks around seeing the others conversing with each other.
    (huh Everybody's got somebody. Except for the 7th guy.. Haha i don't mind. I'll just.........) Rath pauses. (Idk what I'll do... I guess a little drink won't hurt. As long as I don't get drunk.)
    Rath pulls a bottle of wine out of his bag and bites the cork off.
    He takes a sip.
    (Bleh. I'm not in the mood.)
    Rath sits down and begins to play with a flame spell turning the flames and burning at diffrent intesities.
    He the cast Telekinesis and picks up a ball of flame. He dismisses the flame spell and focuses both hands on the Telekinesis. Tossing the ball of fire from one hand to another.
    (Not as strong as a fire ball spell. But doesn't run up hardly any Magicka)
     

    Shew

    Account closed (at sincere request).
    "...as I said before, I think I'll live."
    "Good, I was a touch worried but your a skilled warrior, neat trick letting your natural defenses handle the poison." turns to the rest and states "Lets take a hour and get back at it, good fight all, those with healing powers give a secondary look at and treatment to fix all bruises and finish any healing."
     

    Andante

    Roleplaying Moderator
    "It's not just that..." She said, in faux amusement. "...as a child, I must have taken in enough venom to nearly be immune to it by now. Or so, I'd think anyway..." Andante gave an apathetic shrug, and turned to make her way toward the small fire that had been lit where the others were resting. She sat, cross legged, and warmed her hands over the short flames, all the while awkwardly stretching and flexing her arm where it had been healed. The muscles felt tight and sore, and she could feel the tension as it tried to stretch, but the stinging tenderness warned her not to push it too far just yet.

    From her satchel, she produced a cloth and a small bottle of oil, which gave off a powerful floral scent, and began cleaning her blades carefully. Perhaps, she thought, she was too careful sometimes with them but it was that care that had kept them so long. Meanwhile, she warmed some water over the fire and set to making a small bath of her signature, pungent tea. It had only been a few hours since her last cup, she had figured, but as her body began to settle and calm after the battle she still felt uneasy. The strong smell of the tea mixed with the scent of blood and decay in the cavern a little less than harmoniously and created a rather unpleasant odor. She pursed her lips in slight embarrassment, and tried to ignore it.

    She sat in silence and drank the tea as quickly as possible, sheathed her weapons and quickly stuffed her things back into her bag, a little haphazardly; one of the ornate silver clasps didn't quite catch. With a bit of effort she stood, her limbs a little stiff after the initial rush of adrenaline had worn off, and gave her body a long thorough stretch to loosen up. "I'm going to see if I can salvage any arrows..." She said, looking carefully at what remained in her quiver. "...then I'll be ready to move on." As she slung her satchel onto her back the loose clasp let some of the contents shift and something small and shining, an amulet of some sort, fell out and rolled a short distance away. Andante, oblivious, walked toward the carcass of the spider and began prodding around for fallen, salvageable arrows.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    quickly noticing something fall from Andantes satchel, Duva stands up and casually walks over to the dropped item, picking it up and quickly glancing at it and shoves it into her bag for safe keeping "I suppose most of us are almost ready to get a move on? I feel like a sitting duck kinda"
     

    Gemini Sierra

    Pre-emptive Salvage Specialist
    "Michael is it, well met and thank you. That was some impressive magic of yours as well. Bruynzeel put on a nice show too," looking at the slowly dying arcs of lightning from his sword.

    "As for those two, they said something about getting wood, then being alone, so I stepped back a little for their privacy." He stopped and looked out the door. A few moments later they came back in, Tappit carrying two small pieces of wood and Duva with a nice arm full of scrap. He looked back at Michael, "I think they've got that covered," he said with slight amusement in his voice. Although Michael wouldn't see it because of the helmet he was almost laughing.

    "So, Imperial too, where in Cyrodiil did you hail from? I'm from the West Weald area, close to Skingrad..." He was interupted as Bruynzeel suggested taking a break for an hour and to heal up any bruises. He waited to see if anyone was going to need more healing but turned to look back out the cavern entrance, then looked back at the group, "I'm ready when you all are."
     

    Shew

    Account closed (at sincere request).
    Bruynzeel paces the cavern and retrieves his arrows from the spiders in the corner... as he wanders he contemplates things so far. Everyone is skilled, but this was just the beginning of the ruins. There are Falmer, and far worse deep down there are the automotons he can hear the little spidery ones tap tap tapping on the rocks faces and going about their business though there is no one to see or have seen for nearly a millena.

    There is conjecture in numerous books and other texts that the Falmer are the decendants of the snow elves that were betrayed by the dwemer before their mysterious disappearance. I believe they just went deeper, and secluded themselves from the constant warring of the topsiders. That or their minions were their downfall, a loss of control perhaps. Needless there was something wrong with this mission, a nagging feeling at the back of his thoughts.

    He starts up the steps to the next set of doors and while all the others gather themselves he squats and settles into cleaning his blade of the remains of the great beast laying just a few meters away.

    Then oiling it, and honing it and returning it to its sheath like the master akavri smith who taught him its folded steel secrets so long ago impressed upon him.

    Detail of the ivory sheath:
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    detail of the blade and its folded technique:
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