Roq'ja proposes, that since we have moved our guild conversation to a private conversation between the four of us, that we use this thread for the purpose of role-playing until the actual launch date. Four (and a half) players form a basic group in the upcoming ESO game, and Roq'ja feels that the four (and a half) of us are enough to build and coordinate the caravan.
Roq'ja carried his wares through the streets of Elden Root, the small pack on his back was nothing compared to his illustrious shop he had established in Firsthold. The wood elves here greeted him warmly enough, considering their newfound alliance, the Aldmeri Dominion, but this one could see the mistrust hiding behind the half-smiles of the Bosmer. Many Khajiit had fled to to Valenwood to escape the Knahaten Flu that had overtaken their land, and Roq'ja was happy to see faces much like his own. Though their religion and culture was much of a mystery to him though, as he had not grown up in the sands of Elsweyr, but rather the harsher sands of western Hammerfall, in the great Alik'r Desert.
Just recently, Roq'ja had met with two other Khajiit, a mage, uncommon among many Khajiit, by the name of Ri'karav. And the other, a blacksmith and bard, who seemed optimistic in the face of despair, yet whose smile seemed to hide something... deeper, a Khajiit named J'kaasha. With them, traveled a quiet and aloof female Khajiit, by the name of Khasrin, a very skilled archer, who was even more so skilled with poisons.
The four of them had met quite recently, joining around Ri'karav, who led a small group of refugees from Elsweyr. The plague that had wreaked havoc on their lands had driven most Khajiit to foreign lands to find protection from the Bosmer and Aldmer. It was thanks to the Aldmer that Roq'ja had escaped the flu with his life, and so, this one held much respect for them.
Most of the refugees were of the unsavory sort, skooma addicts and moon sugar junkies, with eyes that twitched and ears that flicked wildy. Roq'ja stepped over to his trusted caravan leader, Ri'karav, expressing his concern in a hushed voice, "Ri'karav, my trusted new friend. This one wonders, why do we keep the company of these shady characters? How does Ri'karav know that Khajiit will not pull a knife on him in the night and lift your coin purse from your cold, dead claws? Roq'ja worries that we test death, this one especially does not like the look of the dark coated one in the back, with the broad shoulders."
Roq'ja hiked up the bag on his shoulders, maintaining a tight grip on his supplies and wares, lest any pickpocket might find interest in what he may be carrying.