Private [ROF] Rise of the Falmer

[skyrimbeast]

"Oh, thank you very much. This mace will be put to good use and I'm glad you can get more use out of that ring than the driver of the carriage did". Vorman said as he looked down the shaft of the unusual mace.
"And yes, you get rested up. I'll just be sitting here taking in the breathtaking views of Skyrim and having a little tonkard of Nord mead." He said while he took a swig out of his tonkard.

 

[Geel-Kajin]

Geel watches her body crumple, no doubt tired...but there was more than that. Geel realized what it was when he swooped down to catch her. The rays of the sun made even her pale soft skin look feverish, and it's illuminating light looked somehow full of malice when it shone on her. He caught her just before he hit the ground, both hands holding her tight. She's burning up, the sun's too hot for her.

Hastily motioning for Einarr's help, they shift her to the shade of the carriage roof. Upon seeing the driver's shocked expression, Geel lied "She has Ataxia, we are getting her to Dawnstar for treatment by a friend. She's contagious to people who lived outside of the town we came from, so you might not want to get too close" Geel hoped that not only would that help with the problem of him finding out she was a vampire, but also with the fact that he wouldn't come nosing in at the wrong time of the day, especially should Emberlynn get hungry.

"Mister, please give us a while more, we need to get the others in, apparently one of our group fell off a slope. He's pretty old, so we may take some time to get him over." Geel quickly asked Einarr and Alistar to do a favour and bring the old man into the carriage. Meanwhile, he raced down the road. A quick return to the battlefield was required, and he picked one of the lighter Falmer. The important thing now was to ensure the safety of his companions, who no doubt would not enjoy having to restrain (if necessary) a blood starved vampire. Hopefully we don't resort to that.He had no time to string it up like he did with the others, so he simply pulled out another empty flask from his bag. Pushing snow in the small bottle, he shook it up as he slit the Falmer's belly open.


Scooping out the slick and still blood, he added it in to the snow slush, not only to keep it cool, but to prevent it from drying. It was also less concentrated than pure blood, and he hoped that would help curb her thirst. But he knew that was not enough, especially for Emberlynn, who probably spent the last few days hungry. Perhaps... it was time to put his understanding of anatomy into practice. He looked down at the open belly skin of the dead elf, and tried not to feel nauseous. The organs still moved slightly, as if it expected the elf to come back up again. Perhaps the body thought the brain was in hibernation, or that it was merely sleeping. Whatever the case, he could not help but notice the faintly beating veins leading up to the heart.


Stoppering the flask, he picked up his weapon once again, hurriedly working like how a surgeon would split open a patient. He was glad he had taken the Falmer sword back then, for now it seemed to aid his fingers, guiding it to the liver. After severing the arteries and veins connecting to it, he pushed a fistful of ice into those bloody tubes and stoppered the tubes using fragments of rib bones and other organs, thus keeping the blood inside.

Once again, he felt squeamish doing so, as if he had violated these Falmers rights. But he had no choice, for the sake of the living. He tried not to think that he was taking blood out of a warrior who had died so bravely in battle. Though the man had fought for the other side, he was still a man of true courage. He wondered briefly,where do the souls of Falmer go? To Sovngarde, or somewhere else? But he did not linger, sprinting back to the carriage. As he ran, he did not turn back, fearful of the eyes of the dead who haunted the grounds. He knew that this scene would change his view on war forever. As he looked at it, he thought:

Nobody leaves a war unscathed. Even the victors emerge with a scar in our heart and minds, something which we can never overcome. This will haunt us all.

When he got back to the carriage, he attended to the "patients". In order to prevent them from sliding when the carriage moved, they put the two people below each of the two benches, and put their bags in front of the exit so they would not fly back out should the horse jerk or start running. He also thought it was better for them, as it was darker there, and a perfect place to recuperate. He placed the Slaughterfish meat, vial of blood and the liver in the corner of the carriage. He took his spot on the bottom of the floor, directly between the two patients. THis way, he could check if any of them woke up. He hoped they would recover soon, but worried what the two of them might do to each other should they go unchecked.

Using a firebolt spell, he let a warm glow fill the gloomy insides of the carriage, as he sat down to read Farengar's journal, his thirst for knowledge unquenchable. He waited as the others prepared, oblivious to what Rale and Melee were doing. He simply wanted to leave the inn, and the carnage they caused behind.

 

[Melee]

((Should we just assume that Alistar and Valthor are sitting on the bench on the back of the carriage? Then Rale and Melee can sit on either one of the benches?))

Melee looked up at the sun, not even realizing the effect it must be having on Emberlynn's body. It was hard to imagine, since the sun didn't do anything like that to her own body. She watched as Geel and Einarr carried Emberlynn over to the carriage, asking for the driver to give them a little more time to get ready to leave. By the way look of shock on his face and a slight jump back, Melee guessed they had made something up to keep him from getting too close to Emberlynn.

Alistar and Valthor were carrying an older man up to the carriage as well. From the looks of it, he had seen quite a battle. His face and body were covered in bruises, burns, and cuts. He would probably require some help in Dawnstar as well, although it would obviously be easier to deal with than Emberlynn's situation.

As Melee watched Gell run back to where the group of Falmer lay dead, she stood up straight and started heading to the carriage, motioning to Rale. "Come on Rale, we're heading to Dawnstar. You can bring the bunny, don't worry." He got up, slowly heading toward the carriage and looking on as if he were deep in thought about something. Melee shrugged and followed him, pulling out the letter from Gem.

Melee and Rale climbed into the carriage while Alistar and Valthor climbed on to the bench on the back of the carriage. Rale sat next to Einarr on one of the benches, both of them being careful to make sure they didn't hit anyone on the floor. She saw Geel sitting in between Emberlynn and the older man, both either unconscious or sleeping. She didn't want to bother him, especially because he looked like he was becoming very engrossed in the book he was reading, but she wanted to tell everyone about the letter she had received from the courier. She cleared her throat, playing with the folds of the letter. She leaned out the window, letting the carriage driver know that he was clear to take off toward Dawnstar.

Sitting back down and adjusting how she was sitting, Melee spoke up so that Alistar and Valthor could also hear her outside as well. "I got a letter from Gem. It says that he's in Dawnstar, and that he'll be there for a few days. I'm not sure why he's not going back to Cyrodiil, but I think we should meet up with him." She held out the letter in case anyone wanted to take a look at it.

((Is anyone opposed to getting us on our way to Dawnstar? I hope I remembered everyone. xD))

 

[Gemini Sierra]

((yeah we can bring them along to Dawnstar... and then leave them at the Inn. If MrSD comes back he can catch them up with us.))

He watched Melee as she healed his shoulder and then stood up catching the carriage driver as he came out of the inn. She asked stopped him and asked if the group could get a ride to Dawnstar.
Emberlynn was babbling something but he could hear her, at least not until her last comment about the rabiit. He was about to toss the rabbit aside and go gut the Imperial wench where she lay... but something held hime back... the damned rabbit had wrapped its arms and legs around his arm... and was licking his armor?! "What the... stupid rabbit," he whispered.
The commotion around the carriage brought him back to reality as he watched Geel and Einarr pick up Emberlynn and put her in the back of the carriage. Then Alistar and Valthor put the old man in the back too. "Why the hell were we caring about that old man... leave him on the inn's porch for them! We don't need to play nurse maid for... OW! What the..." he looked at his finger, the rabbit had nipped the tip of his finger. He could see a red spot there, but his rage was past and he just sat there petting the rabbit.
Melee stepped away from the carriage and motioned for him to join them and he could bring the bunny... Rale looked at the rabbit then the carriage and shrugged his shoulders... "Fine... whatever... just keep HER away from me."
After climbing in and settling into the carriage he pulled his hood up and settled the mask in place on his face. He decide he didn't care where they went just as long as he was within sight of Valthor... and had this rabbit. He leaned his head back against the carriage wall and was soon fast asleep.
As he was fading out, he thought he heard Melee mention Gem being at Dawnstar waiting for them...

 

[Geel-Kajin]

Geel grinned at the rabbit; clearly it was much smarter than he gave it credit for. He would have to think twice about eating one of it. He watched Rale and the bunny have a little tussle, and chortled when the bunny won, making Rale snap at it but stop. Smirking, he continued to read.

Time passed fairly well. As the sky turned orange on the horizon, He had learnt a good deal from the book. One of the things he had never known before was there, it being that no energy can be destroyed; they are all converted from one form to another. Magicka energy was no exception, but unlike the other forms of energy, Magicka could convert much faster than any energy. If one used that to their benefit, this would explain some of the findings.

FOr example, everyone knew that Garlic and Jazbay Grapes restored stamina. But did they know why? It wasn't because of some magic in them, it was because they contained chemical potential energy which was more easily converted to magicka energy in comparison to other food sources. Also, they were known to contain enzymes which aided the adrenaline glands, to help magicka flow in desperate times.

Content with what he had learned, he checked on the two patients. They were still asleep, so he himself drifted into a brief lapse of rest.

 

[Skyrimosity]

The carriage carrying Edwyn and Vorman arrives in Dawnstar. "We better head to the inn. Looks like there's going to be a terrible storm. That is, if we can find the inn in this darkness. Stupid carriage driver just had to drop us off at the Khajiit caravan instead of taking us all the way to town. I feel even better about this ring now!" Edwyn and Vorman finally make it to the inn and go inside."Two Meads please!" Edwyn felt like a nice long drink of mead. He wondered if his friend Vorman even drank the stuff. Odd all these townsfolk are in here around the fire. Why aren't they in their own homes around their own fires? "Bartender, what of the Falmer attack that happened here? Is it just a rumor? Or exaggeration?" The bartender answered "It is no rumor. The Falmer attacked Dawnstar and all hope seemed lost for this fair city. Then, as quickly as they appeared, they went back into their... wherever they live. They managed to kill the Thane and a few guards in that short time, but its been peaceful since." Edwyn slipped the bartender 40 septims for the info, then looked at the townsfolk. Odd, that fellow over there is in full STEEL plate armor. I doubt he even lives in Dawnstar, or for that matter Skyrim. He looks like an Imperial. Edwyn walks over to the man, leaving Vorman at the table with only a bottle of mead. "Hello Imperial. Judging by your Steel armor and goosebumps, I guess you don't live in Skyrim. Care to tell what you're doing here in Dawnstar?" A crowd gathers around the 2, wandering what the Imperial's response will be.

 

[Gemini Sierra]

Geminus looked up as the impetuous Breton demanded to know why he was in Dawnstar. Looking around the tavern, it had grown quiet as attention was drawn from their gossip and daily chatter to the two in the corner. Pushing himself forward (as he was leaning against the wall) quickly like he was going to jump up at the fellow, he stopped and set his tankard of mead gently on the table... He looked up at the Breton and studied him. "Hmmm... older fellow. No visible weapons, light armor made of hides, dark hair lucky for him it hasn't started to grey... and war paint or was it a tattoo... no it was paint, he could see it starting to dry, crack and flake from the heat of the fire..." Standing up he looked the man in the eye and held the stare for a long moment. Whispers in the tavern sounded like some were betting on a fight, he was sorry to disappoint them, with a smile he cheerfully (maybe slightly intoxicated) introduced himself, "Geminus Sierrius, Imperial Knight of Nine, Welcome to Dawnstar outsider, have a seat and tell me about your travels." He paused for a long second, possibly with a look that he might throw up, "Lucky you got in here when you did, what with the storm howling out there. And, no... no goosebumps here sir. The armor," he thumped his chest with his gauntlet encased hand, "the gear beneath it, and that nice large fires warmth, I'm quite toasty. In fact I was just contemplating about going to my room to change into something less cumbersome, but now that your here..." He shrugged, "It can wait." He picked up his tankard and raised it above his head and shouted, "A toast! To warm fires, bawdy wenches, good friends and more mead!" He didn't wait for the crowds response and tipped the last of his mead down his throat. "Speaking of more mead... Barmaid! Another mead... NO... make it an ale this time!" He sat back down heavily into his chair and gestured to the Breton to sit too.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn sat down. "Barmaid, I'll take another mead as well!" Edwyn said. Ah, this one is smart and knows what to say in any situation. Smooth as a cow calf. "Nice to meet you Geminus! A Knight of the Nine? Now that's some accomplishment. I imagine that took many years of training. Well Geminus, I'm Edwyn. I was born and raised in the wonderful province of High Rock until I moved to Skyrim many years ago. I lived with my Aunt for many years so sorry I can't tell you many great travelers' tales. I'm a bit used to the cold myself, been in Skyrim many years plus this hide armor helps a bit." Edwyn notices the crowd still looking strangely at his new friend. "Barmaid, free mead for everyone! On me!" Turns back to Vorman "Come on over here friend, I'd like you to meet someone!" That should be enough of a pleasant display to tide everyone over. Surely this knight doesn't think he's stronger than me. Ha, he's little more than a joke!

 

[skyrimbeast]

Vorman walked over quickly and alarmed then he said, "is there a problem over here Edwyn my good friend".
He then noticed that the two men were sat down and relaxed, "Ohh, sorry about my introduction, who's this then Edwyn?" He asked as he pulled a chair from underneath the drunken man behind him. "Ohh, and barmaid, fetch me some nice good ol' Argonian Ale". He shouted across the room, as he threw a coin purse with 25 septims in it over to the order desktop. "Also, you the bard, can you play 'The age of oppresion'.

 

[Derath_farseer]

-I thought I was over due for a longer post lol-
Einarr glared at Rale as he hears that he had once again tried to take her life he was finding him self growing more hostile towards him as the days passed. When ever he spoke it was an insult and when he wasn't speaking he kept to him self of tried to pick fights.

Einarr pushed the thought out of his mind as Geel asks for his help with Ember, He quickly moves to help lift her. He strained for a moment before becoming used to her weight, Einarr had yet to regain his full strength from his near death experience and the fight with the Falmer had taken up a good deal of his energy. But he pushed through his minor fatigue and was able to lived her onto the wagon. He took a moment to look at ember, her skin had a strange sickish tone to it and she looked as if she hadn't slept in some time.

Einarr turns away and looks at Geel "Never a moment of peace is there." He says almost to him self. His mind was some what drifting. He would be back at dawnstar soon, He hoped that maybe some one was left or got away. But that hoped seemed slim some part of him new that he might of been the only one who made it out in time. "Because I ran." He thinks to him self and in the back of his mind he hears his fathers voice again. "Worthless." He shook his head, He didn't want to think like that again. And even the mild thought of his father caused the scars on his hands to glow faintly.

The cold mountain air flows around him and he takes a moment to take a deep breath to clear his mind. He tried to focus on that moment of peace, Even though the air smelt of blood and battle and the faint groaning of the older man they brought over to the carriage as well who was wounded during the fight.

Einarr slowly made his way back to the carriage and sat across from Geel who was taking a moment of much needed rest. Einarr shifted restless before kneeling down by the stranger, A healing spell came to life in his hands. "I'm getting better at this." Which was true even during the fight his flame spells came to him almost at once. "Ever since I helped Geel." Einarr looks up at Geel for a moment, and a picture of his past flashes in his mind. He, or geel was with his tribe and they where holding him back.

As soon as the memory came it passed again. He looked back at the stranger and cast the healing spell over his body healing any wounds that may have been over looked. Einarr found him self curious about this man, who was he, why was he here. Einarr steals a glance at Geel and tells him self he most likely won't notice.

Einarrs hands drift to the strangers head, His eyes close and his hands glow faintly. He atempted to remember what he did with Geels mind before, But he feels no different. Until he hopes his eyes.

Every thing was dark, A faint light in the distance seemed to dance back and forth, changing size, shape,and color. Einarr took a step towards it then another... and another until before he knew it he was standing in front of it. He felt as if he was being watched, He no longer felt alone a pair of eyes opened in the darkness around him,which for followed by multiple pairs of eyes. And then they spoke at once.

A flash of memory's erupted in front of Einarr, countless lives and thoughts from more then one person over whelmed him. He saw warriors and mages, people from all races and upbringings. They seemed to be speaking to him but he couldn't make out what they where saying it was all simply to much, It was madness. He felt him self slipping and a deep sense of fear over took him. He turned and ran removing him self from this mans mind and soul.

Einarrs head snaps up and he looks around he was back on the carriage, He stands back up and takes a seat on a bench where he tries to clear his mind, Which is becoming foggy as he tries to process the mass of information that he just witnessed. He was confused on what he saw and it worried him. Einarr hardly notices time pass in his stupor until he snaps out of it and looks around.
"Geel" He pauses and looks at the sky. "You ever get that feeling that things are about to get much worse."

 

[Geel-Kajin]

The sky rumbled overhead. The vultures circled, performing it as if it was part of their everyday routine. A raven cawed overhead. Sulfur and acrid smoke burned his nostrils. He saw the barely distinguishable bodies of bandits and thugs on the floor, their filthy armor barely giving their blackened figures shape.

Besides the crackling of charred skin and old weed, there was not a single chatter . No birdsong, mating calls or any sign of life. Even the vulgar curses of a bandit would have helped shatter the atmosphere of destruction.

Until the whistling.

As he rounded a ancient oak, he heard it. The calm tune of music, drifting through the gritty air. Follow the sound. A man, shrouded by a black hooded road was the source of the melody. He sat on a dirt-gray rock, a disturbingly familiar leather bound book in his hands. He appeared to be scribbling something into it. At his feet, the ashen body of a cut-throat lies like a crumpled piece of paper, beside the man's pestle and mortar. a tingling sensation overcomes him, a strange feeling indeed. Then the man turns his head in his direction.

"Ah, Geel. How quaint of you to join me."

It couldn't be. Yet it was. The same outfit he wore everyday, the same pair of hazel brown eyes, the same welcoming smile. He stood, shocked with disbelief and joy. Could the man he had lost from his past be here? Could he have somehow survived?

"No, I assume you would ask me whether I made it through... Alas, what you see now is not entirely "On Nirn".

"Fa-Farengar?"

"Your mind's getting slow. Who would you expect me to be?"

"How did you come back!?"

"I never left."

Geel noticed the journal. It was open, it's pages somehow clean and new looking. However, what struck him was the page it was on. He hardly needed to see the title to know what page this was. "Magicka energy in relationship to the other forms of energy" THe ink on this page was still wet, as if he had just been writing it. In the mortar, Geel swore he could see garlic and Jazbay grapes. A slight shiver went down his spine.

"Wha...What did you do to these men?"

"Nope, you should ask what they did to themselves. I didn't ask them to pry into my research."

"How can I seen you? You're dead! "

"Apparently so. However, I got something to tell you.
Worry not about the Falmer until you solve this. The charge who you are meant to take care of, he wields power. I myself cannot solve this, for obvious reasons... The boy, let him not go astray. Teach him the path to a pure soul, to a happy life. You have to do this, on behalf of me...and other powers.


He cured you of your darkness. Now you cure him of his sins"

With that, Farengar walked forth. He still bore that warm smile, that incredible calmness. But as he reached up with his right hand, Geel saw something rather sudden occur. Farangar's pupils seemed to melt, warping in his eyes. THey shifted like a swirling void, ever on the move. He reached up and touched Geel's temple....

And Geel saw his bright amber eyes.

Geel jerked up, just as Einarr called his name and asked him if he ever felt like what he probably felt like now. Eyes still darting, he struggled to focus on Einarr, to pretend that nothing happened. But he knew there was far more to it.

He cured you of your darkness. Now you cure him of his sins.

"Einarr, what's wrong? You look rather pale, even for a soft skin's standard. You okay there?" Geel wondered what sort of person Einarr was. His dream was definitely freaking him out. The sight of those amber watchful eyes kept floating on the edges of his vision, as if they were a silent audience.

 

[Derath_farseer]

Einarr looks up at Geel with a somber expression. He felt lost and scared, The voices still ringing in his ears.
"Yeah I'm fine." He says, obviously lying. After a moment of looking at Geel who's look was clear that he didn't believe a word Einarr had just said. Einarr shakes his head slowly, running a hand through his hair.
"No.. I guess I'm not okay. I'm going back home.. and with what happened I guess I'm a little scared to see." Einarr takes a breath and his eyes shut. "What I ran away from, Its only been a few days but it feels like a life time." Einarr opens his eyes and he looks, so very young and tired.
"I saw them swarm out of the mines... more then I could count. Cutting people down.. or dragging them away. I stood by and watched them take the people I grew up with. And even though they treated me like an out cast, Like I was some sort of freak I can't help but feel guilty that I didn't try to do any thing. And I know I probably would of been cut down like the rest but still..." He trails off for a moment and looks down the road towards the remains of the battle.
"Killing them... Making them pay for what they've done and what they are. It felt good Geel, Some part of me enjoyed taking their lives, Their horrible abomination of life. And I've heard the others claim they where made into this but... I don't think I care, It's sad that they where twisted into, That" He spits as he says the last word. "But what they are now... what they've turned into, They need to die. And if I can help it ill make sure I send them back to what ever gods they worship." Einarr glares at the scene of the battle once again. His hands glow fainly red; as a look of anger, sadness, and disgust comes across his face.
"So again, no I'm not okay and I don't know what I should be okay about. My life as I've known it has been thrown upside down in the matter of days. I don't know if its easyer for all of you but I never thought some thing like this would happen to me. I lived my entire life working in the mines or being my fathers punching bag." He stops talking as he finishes his sentence and he gets very quiet.
"I... I just don't know what to do.. I feel if I stay on this track I'm going to change, and I don't know if its for the better. And This magic that I'm using, What is it. The others seem almost scared of me at times.. Even you, I've noticed the side ways glances. The hint of concern in your voice when ever I attempt to use magic. Geel I feel lost, And I don't know who to ask about whats going on, Please if you can tell me whats so different about me how could I see.." He stops him self. "When I healed you.. I saw I'm not sure what it was. I need to know what I'm doing." Einarr looks up into the sky and watches the snow fall.

 

[Melee]

Melee had fallen asleep shortly after the carriage had taken off and she had stowed Gem's letter back in her bag. No one had acknowledged her statement, probably because they were either tired or otherwise preoccupied. That's ok, she had thought, We'll probably see him once we get to Dawnstar. And with that, she had fallen into a fitful sleep, no doubt caused by the bumpy nature of the ride she was taking.

A particularly large jolt causes her to start awake and almost fall off the bench she was laying on. She caught herself just before she landed on Emberlynn's legs, deftly placing her left hand on an empty spot on the floor. She pushes herself back onto the bench, steadying herself so that she won't be in anymore danger of falling over.

Melee looks around the car, and it seems strangely similar (Almost identical, actually) to how it looked when they first departed from Nightgate Inn. Geel and Einarr are awake, both with mildly concerned looks on their faces; Einarr looks out the window, no doubt nervous about returning to his home, and the thought of what may or may not be there. Maybe that's why he's looking a bit pale, she thinks to herself. She glances over at Rale, and sees that he has fallen asleep as well with the rabbit still cradled in his arms. She smiles and notices that the carriage has come to a halt. She looks out the window and sees the meager docks of Dawnstar, although they're just barely visible through the blowing snow. "We're here," she says as she prepares to stand up. "Let's get Emberlynn and this man out of here first, they need the most help right now."

Alistar and Valthor open the door from outside, helping to get the "patients" carried up to the inn. As Melee jumps out behind everyone else, she can tell, even through the snow, that there is some visible damage done to the buildings in Dawnstar. Part of the inn's roof looks like it is bowing in slightly, about to collapse, and there are holes and burn marks as well. Not wanting to look around at the other buildings, partially because of the cold and partially because of the emotions that would invoke, Melee instead looks at Einarr, who is gazing around the small city with large eyes. She puts a comforting hand on his arm, pulling him toward the inn. "Come on, we need to get inside. You'll freeze to death out here."

They all walk up the porch into the inn as Melee holds the door and ushers everyone out of the wind and into the warmth the building provides. She hands the coin purse to Alistar, saying, "Get some rooms for us and make sure that Emberlynn and the stranger are put into bed as soon as possible. The coins in this bag should be more than enough to cover all of it." As he walks off, she uses her hands to shake out her hair, causing snow and ice to fall on her shoulders. Looking towards the far wall, she can see a circle of villagers crowded around what she assumes is about two or three people, although she can't see who they are. It looks like someone is about to fight or something, she thinks. Maybe I should keep an eye out just to make sure things don't get out of hand. She occasionally glances over her shoulder in that direction as she heads toward the bar, planning on asking about Gem's whereabouts.

 

[Geel-Kajin]

"I would understand if you're lost. Not many will understand their power, especially those who lust for destruction. We both deal in the magic of destruction, no? The flames, the raging energy inside. Sometimes, it just threatens to consume us. Let our power slip, and the world tumbles apart."

A sudden bump hits the carriage, and Geel sees Melee scramble out. No doubt they had reached. He knew how difficult it was for Einarr, to see pieces of his past. Geel turned his attention back to Einarr's eyes. THey had changed, from the wild frantic boy to the maturing person he was. There was definitely a shift in personality.

" You are different, that I won't deny. You hold power born of hatred and rage, and can't bear to loose it. You crave the power too much. But tell me, would you rather spend your life as a homicidal maniac, killing all who remind you of your past? Or would you rather learn to forgive, to embrace the fact that you can't change your past?"

Geel motioned to EInarr, and then proceeded to get off the cart. He heard the horse neigh in relief, for it had realized its journey was over. "EInarr, you okay? Put down your stuff, I'l bring you to see the city after we stay here for a while. Once we get enough rest and hopefully loosen our muscles, we can go"

Putting his bag down, he entered the inn. He let himself take in the smell of the inn, the roasting meat, the thick ale......and the smell of wolf. He startled, putting a hand in front of the rest, saying"Guys, be careful, there's a werewolf here." Geel himself had heard legends of the Loup Garou, and was definitely not intending to get mauled apart by one.

Sniffing hard, his reptilian senses tried to pinpoint the smell. It was hard, the many spices of the kitchen interfering. But at last he got it down. It seemed to look like a man...or was it mer? Geel could not tell. But deep inside the man's eyes, he saw a feral anger. The wet dog smell definitely came from him now.

"I'm going up to talk to him, to see if the inn is safe for us to go in. If he goes hostile, everybody runs." Geel walked slowly towards him, motioning to a chair. THere was another person next to him, a mage. Yes, definitely a mage. The same look a high elf had, after completing a hard spell. That pride in his work. He became twice as wary, for he had no idea how to react amongst other magicians.

THen he sees him. "Geminus!" He shouts over the bustling crowd. When he greeted Geminus, he whispered," You do know that mace wielding guy's a werewolf, right?"

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn was startled by the appearance of a rather large group of people, but kept his composure. "Ah, you are a friend of Geminus? Well then Argonian, sit down and have some mead! Bartender, 2 more meads please!" Edwyn looked back at Vorman, noticing he looked uncomfortable. "What's wrong friend? You seemed happy only moments earlier. Could you not handle that strong Argonian Ale? Maybe you should go rent a room and lie down. Here you go, for the cost." Edwyn handed Vorman 10 septims and turned back to Geminus. "Hey, Geminus, may I inquire as to how you know this fine fellow here? A mean, a Cyrodiilic Knight and an Argonian? Please do tell how you met."

 

[Melee]

Melee nodded at Geel's warning, unsure of how she would react to a werewolf should this man decide to transform. As they headed in separate directions, he toward the group of people and she away from it, she picked up his exclamation at finding Gem. Spinning around and searching the general direction of his voice, she suddenly spotted Geel standing next to Gem, who was sitting across from 2 men she had not seen before. They were all holding bottles of mead or ale or some other alcoholic beverage, and one of them was even asking for more drinks.

This hardly mattered at the moment, however. Melee was excitedly pushing through the crowd of people until she burst through the other side. "Gem!" she yelled with a large smile, jumping by the two men and landing in a chair next to him, almost tipping it over before righting herself. "How are you? Why didn't you go back to Cyrodiil?" She heard Geel whisper the word "werewolf" as she was bounding to her chair, and calmly glanced over at the two strangers. One of them must be the werewolf. I'm not sure which one it is though. I wonder if Geel knows. She pulled up a chair for him, then adjusted her bow slightly to sit more comfortably in her own chair.

 

[Geel-Kajin]

Geel grinned, accepting the ale gratefully. Pulling back the rickety wooden chair, he gave a glance towards the wolf-man. Animals like dogs or wolves do have a lower tolerance for stuff like alcohol, so it would not be unnatural for the Loup Garou to be sick after consuming ale. No matter, at least Geel could be sure that he would not be a big threat in such a state.

"I'l leave that tale for Geminus to tell. But I did assume that Geminus would be leaving Skyrim, how did you and you fellow companion persuade him to stay?"

 

[Gemini Sierra]

"Well met Edwyn, ah well, no grand tales of High Rock and Skyrim then, a pity... As for being a Knight, yes, many long years being both servent and squire while being trained and finally made Knight."

Geminus watched as the Nord/Elf half breed that Edwyn invited over pulled a chair out from under the man at the other table and sat at his table. He cut his own introduction off as he yelled for the barmaid to bring more ale and then at the bard to play some tune.

His retort was cut short when the door to the tavern burst open with a gust of cold air and snow, and in walked Melee, followed by Alistar and Valthor as they each lead someone to the counter and then to a rooms. It almost looked like Alistar was leading Emberlynn, but that couldnt be her could it? It was hard to tell with the hood of her cloak pulled way down over her face to hide it from everyone. Valthor looked to be leading an older man who looked to have lost a fight. Geel and Einar came in next, followed by Rale who had a rabbit tucked under his arm and a scowl on his face as if daring anyone to say one word about the well built man in dark armor carrying a fluffy white rabbit. Rale wandered off into a corner as he usually does, ordered a drink and sat petting his rabbit. If he didn't know Rale's pention for outbursts, Geminus would have busted out laughing at the sight.

His thoughts were interrupted as Geel Shouted out his name and came over to the table, leaned over and instead of greeting a friend, whispered that his table companion was a werewolf.

As Geel sat down, Edwyn ordered another round of drinks and asked how Geminus knew Geel.

Geminus was about to explain Melee shouted his name and nimbly jumped past Vorman and Edwyn landing in the chair next to Geminus almost tipping over in the process.

With a big smile towards Melee, "Now that's a fine sight to see," he thought as she settled the chair down. He'd half to tell more privately how he missed her.

"To answer each question in turn," he tipped his mug towards Geel and said, "I met them all on the road from Whiterun a few days back. They have been investigating the recent disturbances in Skyrim when I crossed their paths and decided their quest fell in line with my own and so I joined up and have been helping up until the previous day."

Taking a sit of mead and tipping the tankard at Melee said, "I had time to think on the trip back to Solitude and decided that I could better serve the Order's wishes here, helping on your quest. The ship I was on hadn't cleared the point with the Solitude lighthouse when we saw the storm, and a well placed bribe with the Captain convinced him that we couldn't get back into Solitude and that Dawnstar would be a safe harbor. So, here I am. It's such a pleasure to see you again Melee."

"So, Geel, that's why I haven't left Skyrim."

"So, tell me what you've been upto in the last day or so?"

 

[Geel-Kajin]

Geel was confused. He thought that Geminus would be a little concerned about the fact the man he had been traveling with was a werewolf. WIth Geminus being a knight of the nine, it was rather astonishing he did not grab a sword and attempt to slay the wolf. Of course, perhaps Geminus was drunk, which was rather common considering they were in a inn,

"Geminus, psst! DId you hear me?" Geel hissed before saying in a normal voice "Oh nothing much worth telling, really." He didn't want Geminus to know of the two "patients", for fear of him suddenly standing up to go perform his "duty" (slaying the daedra). He also did not want him to know of the old man, for he feared Geminus would suspect him of being a demon. Feeling rather guilty, he grinned and waited, hoping that Geminus would not probe. He could tell him the truth in his own time, but not now.

 

[Derath_farseer]

He sat in silence as Geel speaks of his power. That his gift was crafted from hate and malice.Then Geel said some thing to really get him thinking.
"But tell me, would you rather spend your life as a homicidal maniac, killing all who remind you of your past? Or would you rather learn to forgive, to embrace the fact that you can't change your past?"

'I can control it.." Einarr thought to him self. As the carrige comes to a stop Einarr remains silent. He is the last to leave the wagon and the last to enter the old tavern which looked like it had seen better days. As he steps inside the tavern he notices the fire pit is still lit with a some what sizable fire, And some passerby must of set up shop in the tavern perhaps as a buyer of seller of loot. He stood behind the counter selling what ever drink was left over from the attack.

Einarr makes his way to a corner of the bar, not unlike rale, and takes a seat. The tavern was bring back memory's he would rather forget; dragging his father home after he had one to many drinks, being heckled by the other children.
He looks over and spots gem sitting with a few others. He had wondered where he had ran off to. Einarr keeps to him self and watches the rest of the bar.