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    MB_52

    New Member
    Emric was forced to agree with Casamir that they should stick together and nodded his agreement at his suggestion. This motley crew of dangerous and untrustworthy looking individuals had him thinking back to his days in Hammerfell where trusting the wrong person could lead to a dagger in the back...or an arrow, And Emric didn't want to make the same mistake twice so he decided that he would trust Casamir, Viarco, and Ysarth and hope for the best.

    He had seen a Dragon before, at a distance and even then he could feel the power radiating from it, if such beasts where to be left unchecked it could mean trouble for a lot of people, even those back home in Cyrodiil and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let another loved one die to him taking to long to decide on what to do, he had to choose whether to go home and hope the dragons never go south, or to join this intense woman in her doom driven quest. There wasn't much of a choice was there? Emric thought his knuckles turning white as his grip on his sword tightened even more.

    "Well...I don't know about the rest of you...but even if we don't get paid I will go with you, and will help in whatever way I can. I may not be the strongest but I'm a damn good shot with my bow. My names Emric by the way..though you probably already know that huh?" he finished with a nervous chuckle before quickly stepping back to the safety of the wall.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "I do not mean this to be doubting you or anyone here, but I don't see how you'll need us. What skills have we shown that would be needed on this fetch quest? Perhaps you could help us see that?"

    "You could ask nicely instead of ordering us around like we owe allegiance to you. Or assuming us common thieves" Kivuli grumbles, crossing her arms. She took obvious offense to that stereotype. "If you really think that poorly of us, then why bother asking us? Seems a waste of your parchment and ink, doesn't it?" She 'hmphs' while turning around and heads back to the mangy Khajiit, Alla'Amir. She already hated this Blade with a passion, as she did with all judgemental Nords, but she'd already agreed to be by Alla'Amir's side, so there she'd stay for now.
     
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    Rahd was a patient person and beyond understanding and he was used to being judged . It however bothered him that a blade would be this disrespectful and she clearly thought the khajiits had no useful skills other than stealing . Perhaps she was hoping they would walk away as it was possible she didn't want to be seen with such characters . Rahd let out a very soft sigh as he was aware he was just getting his hopes up . He shouldn't expect anyone in this room to treat him with any sort of respect as he was a complete stranger .

    The blades words towards Cosset made him realize he may have to make sure his friend didn't do anything rash . He was thankful though because he knew she would soon be coming to his defense and she certainly wouldn't let that comment slide without being addressed . She had more of a backbone than him or perhaps it was a few other reasons he could think about . His ears twitched underneath his hood as she mentioned the bandits and the location of a horn . It was exciting to think about and his tail wrapped around his waist and he rubbed his chin slightly . He refused to treat anyone in this room with the same disrespect especially the blade . He doubted she travelled all the way to group of strangers for the fun of it or to deceive them .

    Knowing it was rude to speak to someone with his hood he lowered it raising his long black ears up . Stepping forward he approached the Blade his light brown eyes solely focused on hers . He was happy to know she was the same height as there were many people taller than himself . " I realize we have all journeyed here and are tired and perhaps a bit overwhelmed . There is enough information given for the people in this room to make their decision and since we will be accompanying you my lady we should continue these small conversations on the ride towards Cold Creek Pass . This will save us time and give the others the time to think things over . Unless you wish to rest which would also be beneficial to us all. "

    He knew logically all these people were paranoid of strangers and he could understand why because In Skyrim any stranger has either tried to kill you or has killed someone you know . However glaring at each other and asking why they should trust this woman was absurd . He was ready to move forward and if he was wrong in judgement of character he would deal with those consequences later . He didn't doubt his ability in keeping himself or Cosset safe . If It was one thing he was sure of it would be his own fighting abilities. He didn't carry two steel falchions for looks just like he knew the woman before him was a seasoned warrior by her appearance .

    He wanted to say more perhaps drop a subtle hint on he felt being dubbed a thief but his eyes held no fear or judgement but a simple respect towards her like he would any stranger . He needed to place himself in her line of focus and perhaps give her time to a response that wouldn't offend his friend . He also was tired of the tension and he was intelligent enough to know what basic skills the others in the room possessed . He voiced himself and perhaps now that he spoke they would stop staring and more than likely the other khajiit would would now realize he spoke differently than the others of his race . All of it didn't matter so long as Cosset was beside him and he needed to protect her in this adventure especially if it was one that threatened everybody in Skyrim .






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    Casamir was still turning everything over in his mind as he listened to the others speak and finished rolling his cigarette. He was never one to back down from a challenge and this was no different. As he wondered why they hadn't contacted any real heroes, he realized something. The time of the old heroes had past. The Alduin crisis claimed many glory seekers and warriors, many would be heroes. Others are being drawn in the growing storm as skyrim becomes restless under imperial control. The blades had called us here because they saw something in us. The world needs new heroes, and we're the best they have.

    Casamir was glad to hear more productive recommendations by the group. He greatly respected the efficiency with which the mage spoke. He had a feeling they were going to get along, although he found her intense nature intimidating. Her Khajiit companion was right. They were wasting time here, there was plenty of time to sort out the details on the trail. Casamir stifled a chuckle after emric finished. He spoke with confidence as he emerged from his private tgoughts but the more he realized everyones eyes were on him the more he shrunk back into the wall behind him. Casamir had spent his whole life around Khajiit, and knew they faced many unfair stereotypes. But he had also spent enough to time with them to realize that the stereotypes didn't originate from thin air. The arrogance and self importance with which the horned one spoke was doing her no favors. Her attitude wasn't going to gain her any respect from the group, nor do any good to alleviate Nord suspicions of her species. Casamir decided to do his part in moving things along and stood up, tucking the cigarette behind his ear.
    "I'm in. The world needs new heroes and like it or not, we're it. To those who don't know me yet, I'm Casamir."
    He turned to the blade whose presence commanded the room.
    "You lead I'll follow. I'm getting restless."
    His confidence hid a sliver of fear. He was a fighter, his magic was strong but he had no experience in the school of destruction. His fists were strong, but against these kind of enemies? He took solace in the thought that if he died, he'd at least do so as the first person to ever punch a dragon.
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    Cosset met the snickering with a contemptuous look, the kind that a matron would lay upon her charge when completely unimpressed in their antics. Her inquiries were serious, and judging by the way that the woman replied, completely misunderstood. If all blade were like this one they were all doomed. She could only hope that was not the cases.

    Never the less she listened quietly, and respectfully without returning the childish cackling behavior, for a time at least. It was as she began lowering her gaze to the khajiits, to her friend that the fire inside her began to rise, becoming unbearable as the faithful words fell from the woman's mouth. : 'And we may even need the skills of those who are...different.'We will need thieves on this quest as well, as much as some of you might not like the idea."

    Locking eyes this time with the woman Cosset stepped forwards and spat in her direction. Her eyes filled with hatred and contempt. How dare she demean a race, making judgments based on their appearances. She claimed they had followed them, invested time in ascertaining what type of hire they would be. She did not believe a word of it in that moment. So she launched in to her aggressive once more, it seemed there would be no end to their tangles.

    "Once again I am forced to doubt you, if not for your idiocy then for your clear prejudice against another race. You say that you have followed us yet you look upon all of these khajiits and you call them all thieves, or at least infer It to taint the minds of others. I am far more different from a number of those that attend compared to at least one of these khajiits, most likely more you would all do well to remember that. If you wish to demean us all at least do it with some equality. There was one thing you mentioned however that you should pay heed to. You may need their skills, you may NEED THEM. Treat them with the due respect."

    Her venomous eyes had shifted to the bulk of the group, those that had send wary looks in their directions. Her hand tingled more strongly now, it was best that this was out of the way now, rather than later. She would be glad to vacate this room, as tension grew she was unsure that she could contain her distaste for much longer.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Lazgl looks over at Cosset with grateful eyes. If it wasn't people assuming her brutish and dimwitted from her Orc blood, it was people assuming her a callous lowlife thief from her Khajiit blood.

    Kivuli casts Cosset a surprised, yet appreciative gaze. Not many outside her friend group would so vocally protest that vile assumption.
     

    kenia153

    Member
    The frantic, fearful cries of townsfolk plagued her dreams. Screams of terror in the face of impending doom. She could see a burning town, the night was set ablaze with hot breath of demons in the sky. Nearby, a little girl hid under the trees, tears staining her cheeks as her petrified gaze fell on the scene before her. In the little girl’s eyes she saw her own.

    In truth, she had never seen a dragon. But she feared for the time that she did, that she would stand there in the little girl’s shadow, unable to help.


    Days ago, she had been introduced to the reality of dragons returning. A man, screaming and wailing as he ran through the night about dragons coming alive. She had thought the man must’ve been a lunatic, but rumors in the nearby town suggested not. The reasoning pointed to dark magic… Who was doing this, and why?

    Konan found her questions around town began to run her in circles, she couldn’t figure out where to start. Not that she thought she could handle all this on her own. But perhaps she could inform those that could. Any information she could gather would be useful.

    She began to wonder if she’d best stay out of this, it could land her in something way out her capability of handling. Even if she was only asking questions, it could lead to certain events. However this thought passed, as she knew the risk was low and worth taking. She’d just have to be careful.

    These haunting thoughts and experiences led to her worried dreams. And now, all she could do was sit at the tavern, wondering what lied in store. She needed to brew all this in her head. Sighing, Konan ran a hand through her thick curly hair as the other curled around a tankard.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    It took the very extreme countermeasures of Allerya's resolve to stop her from beheading the female where she stood - spitting was a sign of disrespect that outweighed all others.
    But, indeed her resolve and common sense held and found herself arguing the productivity of committing such an impulsive act. No, she would not act on emotion.
    Yet her face displayed the stark opposite: a scowl corrupted her beautiful visage and a darkness crept over her eyes and mouth long enough for her to realise she was being overturned. A darkness that birthed from her heart and soul and lingered in the very pressure of her blood. A darkness that she feared would one day overtake her.
    The Blade's face soon became mutual again as she processed the foul words that came from the mage and took them as a harsh staccato of criticism. She also knew the very hate that founded the words were fueled by love, not unlike herself. And for that, she forgave her.
    'Although I would have chosen a different bunch, you were the ones that answered, and the want to fight for your lives, this land and those you love, means something.'
    This time she eyed the Altmer that had spoken less confidently to her, annoyed that the Thalmor had stuck their finger in a pot that was already boiling: 'And for those of you who are here for ill purposes...' Allerya snorted slightly: 'Political purposes, if you are so inclined, will meet a fruitless and untimely end.'
    The Blade combed back her hair, plastering it against her head as she looked about the room once more.
    'Greater details will be explained on our journey, for now, let us meet at Cold Rock Pass. Our first mission will be to recover the Horn. Let us take our leave, then!'
    She touched the hilt of her katanna, checking the rigidity of its scabbard before walking out of the room and ascending the stairs, feeling the eyes that followed her. She made her way out of The Winking Skeever, into the quiet early-evening streets of Solitude before exiting the city.
    Finally, she sighed. Allerya was not entirely used to the claustrophobia in cities and Solitude made her feel on edge - Imperials and Thalmor. She liked Ulfric not much more but the constant meddling by the Empire and Thalmor had become tiresome after the Dragonborn had reappeared so many years ago, and thus, the two formers had risen to the top of her 'To kill' list.
    The party began their descent down the path from Solitude with Allerya taking lead, walking proud and upright eyeing the mountains and skies that promised things that were not entirely what she had planned for for the remainder of her life. She wondered if the remainder of her life would exceed this journey. Secretly, she did not want it to.
    And a tear slipped out of her before she could wipe it away and glance beside her to check if anyone had seen, before staring ahead once more into their promised doom.

    Astounded did not begin to described the description of Ysarth's slim face - perhaps a fear for the mage's life had also taken hold in the first few moments of witnessing her reaction and his own.
    And even more surprisingly was the way The Blade had accepted it, as if she understood. What troubled the Watcher was the strength in the young Nordic mage's words and the lack of sensing the danger of crossing a veteran user of magic on Allerya's part. A sense of survival screamed from the mages words, as if what she protected meant breathing or dying. That was an emotion he had not encountered yet - a love he often dreamt about. From what he saw, the Khajiit which she protected so fiercely, bore a tang so long and deep in the girl's heart that there was merely nothing that could dare bend it.
    Ysarth Wildborne smiled - that was an acceptance he found in nature and it in him. There was nothing quite like it.
    It was with a dark gaze that he met the Blade's eyes and comment, and knew immediately what accusation she had made. He hated his Thalmor brothers - they were selfish and proud, both critical downfalls of any race. Ysarth smiled with indifference: he knew he was here to feel needed again, not to dabble in fools' quarrel that was politics, and he knew he had made the right choice by coming here.
    Ysarth followed her out of the room, dismissing the farewell gesture of the innkeep on the way out and into the wilderness again. This time, he chose to linger behind the group as it caterpillared behind the Blade out of Solitude and watched the heels of his strange companions kick up as he walked.

    Alla'Amir smiled, entertained by the anger that had ensued amidst them. It was stroked it's whiskers as the girl protected it and its kin from such a disrespectful Nord. It hated Nords already, and the one that bore the sword of many-fallen heads was not doing much to improve its kin's popularity situation.
    In its mind, it egged the magic-user on, willing to strike at the Blade without pause if the other one had reacted in eliminating any of their lives.
    It wandered itself capable of out-dancing such a large blade and sneaking a dagger under her breastplate. The thought made it grin, but soon guilt made the reaction whither, and the Khajiit wandered if it was here on the right purposes.
    Alla'Amir looked at the Breton as he spoke earlier and crushed such proud and humble words into dust within its own mind. Where it grew up, there was no respite, pity or humility. Itself was all it had ever had. It had been kicked and sworn and even brought to near death, but nothing had deterred it: Alla'Amir lived on.
    And that was why the mangy Khajiit could appreciated and praise the miniscule appreciated it received from the other like it and the mage which stood beside the other. Even the Orkish-Khajiiti biped had been accepting, and so, Alla'Amir had accepted all of them.
    It found itself allured oddly to the one named Lazgl as they exited the giant city. It had been there by its side since the journey began and it was not willing to let its new companion go just yet. The prospect of being alone seemed suddenly distasteful.
    It shook its head:
    Such queer feeling this one has
    It disliked the fact it was suddenly not in control of what it thought, as if they had appeared on their own and manipulated its actions and words, and without thinking, the Khajiit blurted to the one beside it:
    'This one does not feel comfortable without the other. This one wishes to walk beside until the journey ends.'
    Alla'Amir shrunk back into itself and, in an attempt to not be forward, pretended as if it had not spoken at all.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    Maderion drew back his hood as he entered the tavern and was greeted by the sullen groans and whispers that lingered in the corners of the room: evidence that Skyrim was indeed on the verge of something terrible.
    He looked about for the female figure he had seen enter earlier - she was his mission, a target that needed informing. Perhaps some of the most dire information wet his lips and yearned to spill into her ears.
    There. Cradling a mugg, she sat staring away, and Maderion watched the other patrons for a moment before gliding over to her on brisk footsteps.

    'You are Konan, correct?' He asked as he climbed into the bench at which she sat. She was an eye-pleaser, a Redguard he might have married if he had been twenty-or so years younger. He sat with hands clasped and watched her hazel eyes register his presence at the table.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Lazgl turns her gaze to Alla'Amir with a warm smile. "Of course we'll stick with you. Safety in numbers...and I do not want to be anywhere near that Blade brat."

    "This one has idea." Kiv turns to face Lazgl and Alla'Amir. "Let us go on this journey, and when we succeed we can rub it in that brat's face. Khajiit are more than thief, let us make that obvious to those too blinded by hate to see it." Her electric blue gaze then falls on Cosset. "If it is alright with you, would you two join us as well. This one would prefer company of friendly faces instead of judgemental scowls, and there is room for more than we three." She purrs before picking up this purple-glowing skeletal cat that just trotted in through the door. Tis was Pandora, her first successful attempt at using the Dead Thrall spell, and thanks to this feline's particularly strong soul enough free will remained to allow her independent decision in executing tasks and goals.
     

    kenia153

    Member
    Konan was pulled away from her thoughts when a man began to take a seat next to her.
    'You are Konan, correct?'
    This question surprised her. She met his gaze with interest, assuming he was here about something to do with the recent events. She had been poking around a lot. Although it was a little disarming for him to know her name... She did not recognize him.
    "I am," she replied as she studied him. "Who might you be?"
    Konan didn't feel threatened thus far, he seemed to be here on friendly terms. Regardless it never hurt to be careful, and so she casually slid one of her hands to her leg, in order to be closer to the axe partially hidden behind her cloak.
     
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    Rahd focused on the blades reaction to Cosset and her words towards the female warrior. At one point his body almost tensed up as the look the warrior gave the mage was deadly however she held restraint and he was thankful this woman had the ability to keep her emotions under control. He couldn’t help but smile at the reactions of the other khajiit in the room. He remembered clear as day the first time Cosset stood up for him. He was in shock and although they were children it was the first time anyone had shown him an act of kindness not counting his Breton family. Even as years had passed she was just as passionate about the subject as he was about her safety. Truly a friendship like theirs was unique but it was built off of trust and respect, which is why it flourished.

    His focus returned to the armored woman in front of him and once she left the room he raised his hood back up not feeling completely satisfied that his words were completely ignored as if never spoken. He turned and took his place beside his friend glancing towards the other Khajiit that addressed Cosset. He didn’t feel easy around the others and the words of a decline were on the tip of his lips before he could think, “We will not be joining you.” His mouth slightly twitched and his tail swayed as he thought more of the people they were about to journey with. He felt like Cosset was safe from a majority of the group but the blade he couldn’t be certain. Yes a blade has honor and yes a blade is a formidable opponent but she was still just a simple person with limits. It didn’t matter the condition or beliefs when someone reached the end of their limit they often broke down and they often lost control and hurt someone.

    Rahd lowered his ears underneath his robe he would be sure to take some time to address Cosset alone. He needed to hear her opinion on the subject and there were few other things he needed to address as well when they had privacy. Offering a small smile towards the mage he spoke softly,“ Well my friend that was exciting. Always causing trouble my dear and here I thought you would be behaving.”

    He needed to ease the tension he felt from Cosset and decided humor might have been the best start. “ Perhaps we should move forward, I would rather reach these caves at a decent time. If were lucky perhaps we could come across some veins with valuable ore.” Rahd approached the tavern door and opened it for Cosset and once his feet touched the ground outside he took in a deep breath. His nose twitched and his tail lightly swayed as he glanced around his settings thankful to be outside where he could still enjoy the sun. He closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the warmth that spread across his fur from the sunlight and the fresh air that filled his lungs. The smell of a tavern was always the same regardless of where you hailed from and he found it unpleasant. As they left the gates of Solitude he glanced back making sure no one else was close enough to the two of them.

    “ Well this is interesting and the dragon born out of all things. I don’t know much about this horn but I can tell you this is a large talented group of fighters for a cave full of bandits. I feel like there would be more than just bandits at this cave so be on your toes.” Rahds ears lowered he wanted to thank her for speaking up for him and the others. He knew he didn’t have to thank his friend but he couldn’t let it go without saying anything. “ Also, thank you.”

    Focusing back on the trail he adjusted his eyes to the blade that was ahead of everyone, she seemed determined to get to her destination quickly. Glancing towards the one called Casamir he noticed this man was a fighter. The Breton named Emric had a bow that his arms seemed built for. His eyes didn’t miss the ebony weapons one of the khajiit held. The craftsmanship was good and it shimmered with an enchantment of sorts. He wasn’t familiar with enchantments as he never learned the techniques but had had been hoping that Cosset would teach him one day. His furry companion simply held a war hammer and he could tell that it suit the personality of the beast that wielded it. As for the elven warrior a great sword was challenging to handle efficiently so the warrior was probably skilled in that aspect. He didn’t remember the names of everyone and honestly he doubted he would learn them. He wasn’t here for their benefit solely just for the people he loved in his life.
     
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    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    The clearing was quiet now. Only moments before, it had rung with the clash of weapons, ringed with tall evergreen trees, the clearing had been the stage for a fight to the death, between two warriors. One, wearing the steel plate armour, with the sigil of Arkay etched in the breastplate. He wielded, or had wielded, a greatsword, it's edge wet with blood, but now lay beside its' owner, on the cold ground. The second, victorious man, wore all black armour, his helm, similar to his opponents, was also black, a black cowl covering it.

    A mace, a strange shimmer around the head of the weapon, was clenched in his gauntleted fist. He stared at the body, as a light snow began to fall, mixing with the blood and churned earth. "You fought well...brother." Haskor Lonjar said to the dead paladin. The former paladin of Arkay replaced his mace, Sunder on his belt, and turned his back, leaving the clearing behind. While his pursuer had been no match for the more experienced Lonjar, he hadn't been completely unskilled. The blood that ran from his right shoulder bore testament to that. The armour their was ruined, a chop from the paladins greatsword shearing through the armour.

    With a grunt of pain, he removed the ruined armour, examining the wound beneath. Fortunately, the blade hadn't damaged the bone, but the wound was still painful and bleeding. Gritting his teeth, the nord placed his palm over the wound, calling upon his healing magic. The wound gradually vanished as his skin reknit itself. With a sigh, he released the magic, steadying himself against a wave of nausea as he did so. Ever since he'd forsaken the paladins and the way of Arkay, calling on his healing magics had left him feeling weak and dizzy. Not a feeling he enjoyed.

    Looking at the ruin of his shoulder bell, he sighed and tucked into a pouch at his belt. he wasn't too far from the city of Solitude. He'd have the blacksmith there take a look at it. His reason for being in Hjaalmarch wasn't just to fight his former brethren- they'd been tracking him for years. No, he'd been hired to meet up with a group that was searching for the Dragonborn. His employer, was paying Haskor to stop that from happening. The employer had intercepted a summons, calling able bodied adventurers to the capital. Infiltrating their ranks shouldn't be a problem. Whoever was in charge of this group wouldn't have any reason to suspect him.

    With that thought in mind, he made his way along the road to Solitude, being admitted quickly, though he didn't make for the Winking Skeever immediately, instead having his shoulder armour repaired. The smith near castle Dour did a good job, though the price for the materials was just shy of ridiculous. Replacing the armour on his shoulder, he made for the tavern. A large group waited inside, speaking among themselves. From their apparel, it was clear they weren't usual patrons. Haskor held up the letter. "I'm here to join an...expedition." He looked around, " who's in charge here?" He assumed one the high elf, or perhaps the nord woman in Blades armour. Whatever the case, he marked them both as possibly important targets.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    The Nord male lifted his lapel: 'No need for alarm - I am merely retrieving something from my pocket.'
    from which he revealed a piece of parchment.
    'This was meant to reach you earlier. It is a letter, from an order dismissed long ago, asking for your aid.'
    Maderion looked about him, wary of any characters that might be eavesdropping and catching the wrong words. Words like dragons and necromancer were not exactly the ideal snippets you would want to happen upon in public conversation. Unsatisfied with even his own certainty that the room was safe, he leant in towards the redguard woman:
    'The rants you hear from drunk men speaking of flying shadows? The hushed tones in which everyday people speak in dark corners? It is not all coincidence - this time, there is more than just fire where there is smoke.'
    He patted the letter and slid it carefully towards Konan.
     

    Viarco Strong-Head

    By Azura, By Azura, By AzuUURUURAUURAARA
    Viarco opted to let the others present with him to the discussing, as he could tell he didn't have much to say that was different from what anyone else was thinking. He did give a curt nod and a brief "Aye" of agreement to the man that had asked if they, being him, Viarco, the Altmer fellow, and a Breton fellow who had spoken up affirming Viarco's thoughts after one of his questions, should stick together, in light of the shady-looking group seeming to take shape on the other side of the room. He believed he overheard the two humans' names being Casamir and Emric, though he was still unsure of the Altmer's.

    As he listened and did his best to gauge what it'd be like working with these people from how they handled this situation, however, the abrasive Bladeswoman announced that she was finished with her debriefing (though Viarco would refer to it as "indirect insulting"), and the ragtag group of individuals headed out of the Winking Skeever. Viarco flipped up the hood of his garment, handed the innkeeper a few Septims for his trouble, and followed them as they set off to..."Cold Rock Pass", was it?

    Why must every important artifact be from some kind of cave I've never even heard of? Not to mention it's likely swarming with bandits,
    Viarco thought to himself, pessimistically recalling artifact-recovering jobs he'd undertaken in the past.

    The Nord's first thoughts were to stay towards the back of the group; he was still a bit wary of this whole "coalition", but he was admittedly intrigued by the High Elf. Typically, he'd found that Altmer folk couldn't stomach even being in the same room as a Nord like him, let alone working with on a task like this, but this wasn't much of a problem as he had the same resentment for High Elves as they did for him and his kind, given the influence the Thalmor have had on his life. Still, he went against his better judgement and attempted to speak with the quiet-seeming High Elf; he'd never been the one to start conversations, but there was a first time for everything, after all.

    "So what's brought you to Skyrim, if I may ask, my friend? You don't seem like the Dominion type, and there aren't many High Elves around here anymore that aren't with them." Viarco hoped that he wasn't wrong in his assumption; that would certainly make for an awkward first impression for someone he imagined he'd be working quite extensively on this endeavor the Blades have commissioned them for in the future.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    Ysarth Wildborne watched as the group proceeded slowly, splitting into two inobvious factions - the Khajiits, naturally, collected amongst themselves and included the mage he was wary of. She was beautiful, but the elf knew that evil bore the loveliest of faces and the darkest of hearts. Often he had encountered this on his travels. Everyday townsfolk, one whom were favoured amoung everyone else were the ones plotting means of upturning someone's life and getting what they wanted, regardless of the price.
    He was almost certain this was the case here, but at least a weakness had appeared in her: the hooded Khajiit. Again, The Watcher observed the friendship that knitted them abreast and wondered if evil also had a place in the world besides the other end of a sword.
    Then there was the other group, one Ysarth found himself part of. A collection of warriors - a group he knew he could associate well with as he had considered previously.
    Ysarth watched as the Nord Spellsword approached. He had watched the man stand quietly in the room earlier and thought only his reservation had taken the better of the many situations that had unfolded at the Blade's doing, like that business with the female mage.

    'So what's brought you to Skyrim, if I may ask, my friend? You don't seem like the Dominion type, and there aren't many High Elves around here anymore that aren't with them.'
    A well-built man, Ysarth thought, more than equipped to wield a number of weapons, and the stench of magic surrounded him:
    'I found myself here,' Ysarth smiled as he looked at his feet. 'For years and years I have been here, watching and waiting for something such as this to rear its head. I've never appreciated the pride than envenomates my Dominion brothers, nor do I heed their looks of disgust whenever they see me. However, it seems we have reached a agree to disagree relationship. They do not bother me, and well, I bother them but they never get to find out. Dead mice do not squeak.' He looked up at the Nord beside him and smiled: it was true - there was very little Ysarth could find to appreciate in his brethren and the elf doubted many would disagree with the observation.
    The Watcher was about to question the Nord of his intentions on the quest when a disturbance came from the front. Ysarth sifted through the group as all of them came to a halt and found a knight standing before the Blade named Allerya.

    Allerya lead the group down the winding stone path past the docks and to the path that would lead them across Karth River and into the marshes. She then began to speak, sometimes facing ahead and others turning around briefing and walking backwards to see if they were listening. She did not really care if they were not, but she also knew there would be those that would. Those who had the keen thirst for knowledge and plans that exceeded just finding the Dragonborn and saving Skyrim:
    'Roughly four years ago our ears throughout the land began picking up on whispers of Necromancy. We dismissed it until the rumors became greater and outrageously ridiculous - dragons coming back to life. Few took this as seriously as it should have initially been taken and those few chased the tattered ends of these rumors until we happened upon a dragon corpse not far from the Sky Haven Temple. The corpse though, was not as the Dragonborn would have left it - devoid of flesh and blood, but rather the muscle and sinew had begun to repair itself very neatly as if the Dragon was being healed.'
    Allerya sighed: 'With this new information we informed our seniors and the case was sent to be investigated thoroughly and immediately. Our scribe tore at our library walls to find any mention of necromancy during the time where dragons nearly overtook the world, and it was not until he traveled to the College of Winterhold that he encountered a mere mention of our problem: dragonpriest magic.' The Blade snorted slightly at the disgust of the phrase: 'But a magic that they had never mastered. Judging by the two lines that mentioned the magic we doubted a tome existed to allow the practice of it. And now, here we are, an order crushed by the regret of not searching for such a tome and are bearing the consequences of such a decision. Knowing full-well the extent of this magic might be to resurrect Alduin, we need to find the Dragonborn.'
    Allerya was slightly ashamed to bring The Blades to such a lowly manner, that they had made a costly mistake, but a mistake indeed. It made her grimace in rage that she had not been allowed to partake on a quest to find the tome. Outrageous was the word thrown at her. Delphine had just shaken her head and told Allerya to rather find something more useful than a book that does not exist. Now, it did, it was a very real book. The Blade turned and regarded the group again: although the Khajiit were not her favourite race, she knew they would come in handy, especially here, where their skills would play a major part. Delphine knew that this collection of mishaps would see the quest through. Perhaps not all of them, but each had a role to play.
    She was wondering what her role would be when a voice boomed before her and Allerya reached for the pommel of her katanna immediately:

    'I'm here to join an...expedition - who's in charge here?'
    Allerya watched as the warrior adorned in ebony armour glanced at a few places amidst the group, the subtle movements of his hooded helm gave away to uncertainty, an uncertainty that touched the Blade momentarily.
    Allerya stepped forward:
    'I am in charge. Who the hell are you?' She asked firmly, with a subtle nod.

    Alla'Amir had been nestled quite comfortably, walking beside its kin when the demon approached. It carried a weapon it had seen before briefly, briefly enough to know its skull would be on the larger end of it before it had fled. But this one carried such a weapon that was the same yet different. Perhaps it was the purple glow that emitted from the weapon and caught Alla'Amir's eyes.
    The Khajiit tugged on the clothing of the hooded one like itself:

    'Perhaps this other one has a friend?' Alla'Amir gestured at the hood and then at the figure that had encountered and approached the group. The entirety of the group had stopped and Alla'Amir watched the high elf weave its way through the mangy Khajiit's friends, to the front where the female with the giant sword stood.
    The Khajiit slunk back slightly and slipped out the two steel daggers it carried on itself everywhere. With points facing down it watched with intrigue as the demon at the front looked about them.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli glares down the newcomer, slipping her bow off her back and readying an arrow just in case. One wrong move and this Nord would be dead on the floor. "No friend of mine. Yet."

    Lazgl slowly reaches for her warhammer, donned in full Orcish armor. Pretty much following Kiv's lead.
     

    kenia153

    Member
    Upon noticing the stranger make a move towards his pocket, she looked at him with suspicion. The situation did not make her feel in direct danger. However it did make her cautious. 'No need for alarm - I am merely retrieving something from my pocket.'
    Hearing him out, she remained neutral and saw him pull out a piece of parchment.
    This was meant to reach you earlier. It is a letter, from an order dismissed long ago, asking for your aid.'
    As curious as she was, this was all very shady thus far and she did not know what she could be getting herself into. Konan took the letter from the table. Looking over it in silence, it read:

    Dear colleague

    It has come to my attention that you happen to possess a set of skills which would be fitting for the task I have - one that would be in your best interests, perhaps.

    If you see a chance to engage such a transaction, please meet in The Winking Skeever and further regulations will be discussed from there.

    Regards
    Anonymous

    'The rants you hear from drunk men speaking of flying shadows? The hushed tones in which everyday people speak in dark corners? It is not all coincidence - this time, there is more than just fire where there is smoke.'


    Concern for the future swept over her, and this concern could briefly be seen in her eyes.
    She glanced up at the man, whom she still did not know the name of.
    "I see... Well then." She looked away for a moment and let out a sigh. "You mentioned this was intended to already have been in my hands. So I don't suppose I'm still to head to this location?"

    Konan was undoubtedly interested, and wished to do anything to help, if all he said held truth.
     
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    Casamir followed the others out, opting to stay near warriors he'd associated with. On his way out of the gates of solitude he stopped at the stable to retrieve his possessions from his paint horse. He strapped his sword to his side and slid a leather breastplate over his shirt. Jogging after the others, he tightened the leather straps on its sides. He caught up just in time to hear Ysarth answering a question from the Nord.
    For years and years I have been here, watching and waiting for something such as this to rear its head. I've never appreciated the pride than envenomates my Dominion brothers, nor do I heed their looks of disgust whenever they see me. However, it seems we have reached a agree to disagree relationship. They do not bother me, and well, I bother them but they never get to find out. Dead mice do not squeak.'

    Casamir smiled. He was beginning to feel more at home with the Warriors he stood amongst. He saw some of the other group speaking amongst themselves as well. He had no reason to distrust the others, but ignorance of their intentions left him wary. Also, he couldn't see he wisdom in blindly trusting a woman with what looked like a walking skeleton for a pet. The mage had earned his respect with her logical points and straightforward attitude, and it took heart to stand up for near strangers regardless of the consequences. Her temper still left Casamir wary, she wouldn't have received an invitation if she weren't powerful.

    His thoughts were interrupted by Allerya's further explanation of the situation. His instinct that this may be a wild goose chase was crushed by her words. Her logical assessment of the situation impressed him, and he was inclined to agree. Whoever was behind this, if bringing the dragons back was there intention, would eventually be compelled to revive Alduin himself. Allerya's had first struck him as little more than a soldier, but she was proving to be smarter than she looked.

    He lost himself to his private thoughts as they walked. As his imagination painted even more vivid pictures of the evils they may be facing soon, the worn steel sword on his hip felt increasingly inadequate. An idea struck him and his eyes searched the hands of his compatriots for the telltale callouses and burns from a blacksmiths forge. He found such marks on the Nord walking next to him. Turning to Viarco, he asked
    "Would you happen to know your way around a forge? I don't know when we'd have time but if we find ourselves in town, I'm in the market for a new blade."
    Viarco turned to answer, but was cut off by the gruff voice of a newcomer. Allerya responded as Casamir got a look at where the voice came from. The pile of shining black armor that held up their progress seemed different from the others that had answered the summons, certainly more intimidating. He seemed the kind of person he'd like on his own side in a fight, although he didn't trust someone that hid behind a mask. The others seemed to think the same, as he saw most around him tense up, and several place hands on there weapons, if not draw steel. Casamir didn't reach for his sword and remained relaxed, but let a familiar focus come over him. He became aware of his body and the terrain, all tactical advantages and disadvantages. The potential for action and violence coiled tightly inside a perfectly calm exterior. He waited, and listened.
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    If this woman thinks herself above us all then she should stand alone, no matter her need. Cosset thought as more bigoted words swam through the already high tension hanging in the air. The idea was simple, if the woman would put them all down then she should have to prove her superiority on her own. If Cosset was in the position to help her solely, she couldn’t say she would be much inclined, though she would not lower herself to the blades level and push her down. The conclusion gave her some peace and her eyes became satisfied, an unnerving feeling for any who might be leery of her.

    "I'm surprised she did not take your words more seriously earlier on." She noted to her khajiit companion, growing more quiet "yet another lack of foresight. Her behavior and biases may lead her to her end yet."

    It was not a threat, it was very much a prediction. She was sure he would understand and left him with a slight smile and a gentle touch as she slid through the door which he had opened for her. The patrons and the rabble had hardly drawn her attention though in a most casual way she remained with her eyes scanning the group for any useful information. Any weakness could be useful to know for both defensive and offensive purposes and she was not one to miss such an opportunity.

    As the relatively fresh hair touched her face it seemed to cleanse her of the happenings bellow, removing any residual emotions. Once more she was an empty vessel, though through the presence of her friend she had already begun to fill with a quiet peace. This did not mean her guard was let down, rather the opposite. The calmness allowed for her to focus even more on her environment, to be prepared. She noted then were everyone chose to position themselves within the group and to whom each individual was drawn. It was an interesting pass time surely, only giving away to distraction once Rahd chose to speak.

    “ Well this is interesting and the dragon born out of all things. I don’t know much about this horn but I can tell you this is a large talented group of fighters for a cave full of bandits. I feel like there would be more than just bandits at this cave so be on your toes.” His own voice dropped just as hers had done just moments ago. “ Also, thank you.”

    "There is not need to thank me, I should be thanking you for sending those others off. We're not here to make friends." She thought on his previous comment "I had thought the same, though I'm questioning one thing. When have you known me to be anything but on my toes?"

    It was so rare that she spoke in a carefree manner, it was almost surreal. She had been gone too long. About to indulge in more banter she halted as a new, rather shady character approached. Cosset immediately went on defense, though it looked much different than the reactions of the others. Inherently suspicious the man set off warning bells in her mind, her body reacted by becoming loose and utterly calm. An intensity crawled through her veins and washed over her face which showed a challenge rather than apprehension. She was truly fierce in her own way, unnervingly in control. Her hands then began to tingle.
     

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