Open Painful Revelations

[AngryMage]

"Come to Falkreath if you seek a grand quest​

of glory and loot, and walk away richer than​

your wildest dreams."​

Akish-Ei could not help but feel that this note was suspicious, and despite her mind telling her that it is a horrid idea, she felt compelled by the promise of adventure. She had always been a sucker for a good quest, and this has lead her to accepting rather unimpressive ones that had little to no payoff in the end, and most of those were much like this, a letter with no name telling her to meet with the writer. She knew this was by no means a good idea, but she kept an optimistic attitude and began to march towards Falkreath, double-time. "Well, another quest. About time, I was afraid that my time as an adventurer were over, but this feels odd. The person hiring me didn't give a name." She said, "I hope I'm not just escorting him, that is unless he absolutely needs an escort, and I wish that I won't just be cannon fodder for some Mage. Most likely they will have hired more people like me, so I won't be alone atleast. If he did, then I will most likely meet with them soon. Falkreath isn't to far, I can just see it over the horizon." She began to speed up towards the small hold in anticipation. It had been awhile since she was last here on Knights of the Hist business. The funds they had given were put to good use making the quaint town into a hold about the of Whiterun. "I love it here! Nature and civilization meeting in coexistence, such a beautiful sight." She whispered to herself in amazement, "I am appearantly supposed to go to the new inn, The Jarl's Flaggon, and sit at the table furthest from the door. Kind of shady, but it's nothing I have not done before." She approached the three floors high structure, and pushed open the wooden double door. The main room was quite spacious with tables spread out through out the room to allow easy move ment, and the bar along the west wall with a fire place to it's side where the bard played his songs and recited his ballads. Akish-Ei slowly walked towards a table that stood in direct contact with the southern wall to the left of the room from her point of view. She sat down, and patiently waited for someone else to come along and sit down while she sipped ale from he flaggon.

(Akish-Ei's bio: http://skyrimforum.com/threads/character-profiles.4020/page-31#post-227343)

 

[Envii]

Freyr had a perfect view of the argonian weaving his way through the town, trying to be inconspicuous. From his position in the trees he could see every move made in the city square. He watched as the argonion entered the tavern and the doors swung shut behind him. Freyr signed and returned to his relaxed position. His feet stretched out on a sturdy limb and his pipe in his hand he lay back enjoying the beauty of Falkreaths forest.

Freyr Volrund looked around nostalgically at the town of Falkreath as the morning rays broke over the quite buildings. He thought back to his childhood spent stealing and trying to survive and eventually learning the ways of the forest. Ever since then he gave up petty crime and has made his living in the woods.

Freyr took one last puff of his pipe before rolling off his branch and finding his way through the limbs and onto the ground. His tunic rippled around him as he landed gracefully. He pulled his hunters cloack tight around himself and tugged his hood down over his emerald green eyes. He usually liked to stay out of the way in town because everyone still knew him as a thief and a miscreant. He weaved his way through the townsfolk and made his way into the inn where he hoped the Argonian still resided.

 

[< That Damned Arrow >]

Kohl lowered his hood as he passed through the gates of Falkreath. It was such a small little town, but pleasant as well. As so many before him said, it is the town where "Nature, Man, and Mer coexist without bloodshed." He found the saying rather funny, especially with the war still raging on in the background. He took a deep breath of the cooling air. The mountains were already beginning to fog, he noticed.
The only thing that bothered him slightly was the burial grounds intertwined with the little town. At least the dead here did not walk.
It had been a long journey - or so it felt - from Whiterun to Falkreath. His horse had been butchered by an attack of wolves in the beginning of the journey. He grieved for the animal, but had no more use for it's mangled form except to leave it to the grasp of nature. And so he had continued the rest of the journey on foot. For the most part, it was unnaturally calm and quiet, which had slightly unsettled him before he finally grew into it and relaxed.
Kohl Dale was a thief, but not many except a few in Riften knew of that, and those who witnessed that little skirmish at the Windhelm market that involved a confused guard with a pocketfull of various stolen goods being hauled off to jail. That was back when he was younger and bored.
He was still bored, now come to think of it. Kohl walked into Falkreath, glancing behind him as he did, for while he had been thinking of the first time he had come to Skyrim and begun a side-life as a thief, he also came to thinking of why he came to Skyrim in the first place. It had been a long time since he had worried.

(So what exactly are you looking for in this thread/RP? Just wanted to come in and check it out..)

 

[AngryMage]

(just wanna ask, is are either of you still here? I'm sorry, had another hiatus to think over my craft.)

 

[AngryMage]

(alright, those two are not coming back so if you join, know it is just you, me, and whoever else joins after you.)

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

(OOC Rath is in ^^.)

 

[AngryMage]

(OOC: :3)

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

Falkreath was very pleasent this time of year.

Alexander trudged along the road leading to the city, sweating in his heavy armor. "Gah about time I made it, if those mages wouldn't jumped me I would've gotten here days ago." Alex walks to the nearest building, a commoner house, and leans on the wall unbuckling his helmet. "What a beautiful city." He says as he wipes the sweat from his brow. I should visit more places like this. He sighs as he looks up to the mountainous skyline.
Quickly relizing his mission he turns and searches for his pouch. Upon finding it he pulls out a note.

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"Come to Falkreath if you seek a grand quest ​

of glory and loot, and walk away richer than​

your wildest dreams."​

Alex wasn't in it for the money.
Something didn't feel right about this note and he figured he had better check it out to make sure others don't fall for some trick.
"Where was I supposed to meet this person again?" Alex taps his foot while thinking. "Hmm, an Inn!" Alex claps his hands together in remembrance. "Excuse me, sir." Alex shouts to the closest town gaurd, not but a few feet away. "Where perhaps is the Inn in this town?" The gaurd looks around and points over to a shabby looking building. "It's the new Inn. Jarls Flaggon. Best wine in all of Skyrim." Alex nods as he hands the gaurd 5 gold coins. "Why don't you get you a drink on me. " He smiles and pats the gaurd on the sholder as he makes his way to the Inn. Before he enters he straps his helmet back on. "Better go in protected." And places one hand on his hilt.

Alex quickly scans the room. "Hmm no threats in plain sight." He spots and Argonian woman sitting at a table across the room, not just a table. It's the table that he is supposed to meet at. She looks like an adventurer. Alex slowly walks over to the table. "Is this seat taken?" He says as he sits down across from the Argonian hand on his hilt.

 

[AngryMage]

Akish-Ei turns her attention to the Imperial who has approached he, and smiles. "Not at all sir, I'm just waiting for someone." She wonders if this man might be the one, but why would he ask if the seat was taken? Then again, he would ask to see if the ones sitting were the ones he was hiring. "If you want a drink, I already have a round coming. Do you want in?" For the fifth time since she sat down, she looks for anyone who stands out, but again, no luck.

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

He looks around the room when he refocuses on the table he notices the Argonian looking around as well. "I think the drink would be great, but I'll save the mead for the night." Alex motions for the waitress. "Can I have a pot of boiling water?" She gives him an odd look "Umm, sure?" She shrugs and walks off. Finally Alex relaxes. "I'm waiting for somone here as well." He unbuckles his helmet and sets it on the table. "I'm Alexander, Alexander Legion."

 

[AngryMage]

"Akish-Ei, nice to meet you. I assume you found the same note, because I can't think of anyone else you could be waiting for; that is unless you're waiting for your commanding officer, Mr. Legion." She slightly chuckles to herself, and lean back in her seat. She lets out an easily audible groan of relief as her spine cracks in realignment. The waitress comes with a platter with five mugs of assorted alcoholic beverages, and rests them on the table. "Many thanks my good lady. Please accept my tip." The waitress grins, and takes the gold from the Argonian's palm. "And thank you. This is the second tip you've given me, and the first came before I even took your order." Akish grins in return, and replies, "You deserve all of it. You work hard in my eyes." As she says this, a tall Nord in fullplate, and a leather hat, walks in, and makes his way to the bar counter; he orders a flask of wine, and starts peering about the room.

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

"Nice to meet you Akish-eye." Alex has always had trouble pronoucing the foreigners names. "Please call me Alex. Legion is my last name because I have, or had, no living relatives that anyone can remember. The Legion was my life so I adopted it as my name for formal meetings and occasions such as this." The waitress brings the mugs setting the cup of boiling water in front of Alex "I'll have to remember to tip her later." He mumers to himself as he dips a bag into the water. "Elsweyr tea." He grabs a bottle of honey mead and pour a little bit into the water mixing to concoction together with a spoon. He slowly sips the tea. "Ahh perfect." He smiles as he leans back relaxing. He waits a moment before speaking again. "Yes. I recieved the note as well. I suppose you don't know amything about it?" Alex continues to sip the tea as he peers around the room. A few new faces have entered since he sat down.

 

[AngryMage]

She sighs, "No. The writer is up to yet, anonymous, and all I can say, is that I'm surprised that more people did not come." She picks up her flask of Argonian Ale, and starts to drink. "So, did your note contain anymore information?" She sits her flask back down, and calls out to the bard, "Sir, do you have any good songs?" He looks up from tuning his lute, and shouts, "How about Ragnar the Red?" Akish shakes her head immediately, and crosses her arms. "No, I prefer songs that don't praise killing." He rubs his beard and replies, "I do not know too many songs that don't. I'll think about it though." She looks back to Alex and takes a sip of ale. "Alex, what is your view on killing? I'm just curious."

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

Alex digs in his bag. "Heres my note." He lays it on the table. Alex turns to look at the bard. "I used to play the lute. Beautiful instrument. Easy to learn too." Alex takes a sip of the tea as she asks about his viewpoint on killing, making the teas slightly hard to swallow. Alex coughs. "Killing?" Alex coughs again "Depends, do you mean murder, war? Bah I'll just go over both." Alex leans forward resting his right arm on the table. "I'm taught alls fair in love and war, but I always think. What about the other guy, He has a life, he's got things to do, people to see, places to go, and I'm ending it all in an instant. With a slice of my blade Nirn loses another soul. My enemies are great and powerful men and women. They die with honor and I..." Alex rubs the back of his neck the cold steel feels out of place in the hot Inn. "I try not to think of it. It's all I've known. Murder. Murder is wrong. Taking a life for no reason is pointless and the demon that does such deserve, not death, but a long, long, time to sit and ponder his/her desicision." Alex looks around. "Prisons are corrupt. Murders get out. I've done some bounty hunting. Not being an Offical Legion member I'm allowed to do certain things others arn't. Still.." Alex glances at the door. An armored Nord walks in. "Take him for instance he looks strong right? Too many good men throw their lives away for thievery and crime, and it's my job to end it." Alex feels as if he's gotten a bit off track. "I guess what I'm trying to say is after a while. You just grow..... Cold."

 

[AngryMage]

(OOC: Hey, I'm going to take some time off from posting. I'll pick this back up with you later.)

 

[Rathalos_lord_of_the_sky]

(OOC:alright just post whenever I'll get around to replying eventually)

 

[AngryMage]

"I agree. Before I began adventuring independently, I belonged to an order of knight, however I left when our virtues began to degrade. Originally, it was customary to ask the names of those you fought, then pay your respects to them afterwards, but new recruits came, and nine out of every ten of them saw war, and killing as a game. My resignation was official when I dueled one of them, and brutally injured him. Needless to say, I did not intend to inflict such cruelties, and compunction set in; It felt cold, empty, and wrong." She sips the last bit of ale, as a small portion rolls down over her throat, flowing with her scales. She called out for the waitress, and ordered another round, again giving a tip, then glances at the nord across the room. He could possibly be another adventurer or a soldier, yet he could the writer of the notes. "Anyway, lets look at this note." She examines it for a little while, before saying, "As I thought. Nearly the same, however something seems kind of odd at the bottom." Akish-Ei squints as she holds the slip of paper to her face, as if to trying make out fine text in a sketchy contract. "You know, all you need is a potion of Nighteye to decipher the text." The sound of the afore mentioned nord shocked her, and she dropped the note on the table. "I'm sorry for scaring you, but I thought you appreciate the hint." She sighs, and shakes the man's hand. "Thank you, coincidentally I have the ability of night eye, for it was passed down from my mother. She was quite the "popular" khajiit."

 

[Patricia]

Myra certainly believed what she had been told about Falkreath now. The people weren't insulting, or rude, or trying to attack her like in the other cities she had visited. She was even able to take off her hood without some racist Nord drawing a sword against her. She was finally able to tell people about her heritage when they asked about her unusual appearance, instead of saying she was in an accident and had to get her face reshaped. She could finally be happy to half Altmer, half Imperial in Skyrim. She was definitely going to write her family about this town. She was smiling all the way in to the Inn. As she entered, she noticed two men, an Argonian and an Imperial exchanging pleasantries. She felt so good about this town she walked up to them after filling a mug of Cyrodiilic brandy from her personal stash to join in their conversation. She waited patiently until they took a drink, and introduced herself. "Pardon me, but did I hear you say you need a Nighteye potion? I could make it... It's actually one of my assignments from the college to make and perfect a difficult potion. I have all the ingredients for it, and you might want a second copy...", she asked excitedly. "Sorry for interrupting... I'm Myra. I'd really like to help, somehow.", she added. She'd become a little less easily embarrassed in her travels. She teemed with eagerness in anticipation of a "sure" or a "Yes" or... Something that was a positive answer.

 

[AngryMage]

Akish, replied while not taking her eyes off the note, "No, but thank you. I have Nighteye already." She then looks up realizing how rude it is to not look someone in the eyes while speaking. "Oh, I should introduce myself. I am Akish-Ei, this is Alexander, and I'm not sure who the Nord is, but I'm sure he's just as delighted to meet you. Sorry for acting as if you weren't there, I am so airheaded at times; I was trying to decipher this bit of hidden text." She offers Myra a handshake, to conclude her introduction.

 

[Patricia]

Myra shook his hand, a little ashamed. She had just gotten so excited at the mere mention of the potion that she forgot to listen to the rest of the conversation. "Oh no, not at all. I tend to try to blend in with the woodworks.", she replied graciously. She turned to the Nord. "Sorry that I didn't hear you already had the job." She turned to see them all. "It's just that... I've finished almost everything my teachers could throw at me for my year, even in Illusion, and was looking for more things to do. I do that a lot, and I travel Skyrim while the rest of my term finishes. I hope i'm not imposing, but if there's anything I could do, anything at all..." Myra was embarrassed, but desperate for work. She found it hard to think and function if she didn't have a job to do, or something to study, or ANYTHING that required work. It was an uncomfortable personality combination; the need to keep busy, and being almost always nervous. (I made her a little bit after Hannelore from Questionable Content. Sorry, rambling) She could do it, though, if she'd had some 'liquid courage', or if she was in a happy mood.