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    Rekamennos

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    Adario leaned in close to Danacia and Edwin, then said, just loud enough for the party members to hear, but not loud enough for the steward,"Guys...it's me. Adario, the Orc/Dremora guy you saw earlier, I'm in a disguise via illusion magic. However it wont last long...probably a day at the most will be the duration of this spell. But if the Jarl asks who I am, let me do the talking, okay?" Selia was perplexed by this statement. She could not understand the concept of lying. Or not allowing someone to speak. Selia launched into a fit of questions, all of which were whispered; "Why? How come you don't just tell the Jarl? Why didn't you tell us your name last night? Why are you an Argonian instead of a Bosmer? Why won't the spell last forever? How come I can't talk to the Jarl? How is it you are half Dremora? How come you won't answer me? How come? Why? C'mon answer me!"

    Danacia let out an exasperated sigh towards Selia. Then, she stepped forward politely with a smile on her face, and looked her in the eyes showing nothing but kindness. She didn't know how to react towards the girl, so she sought kindness as her only ally. "He'll answer your questions later. Jarl Korir has finally sat in his throne, and I want to hear what he has to say. So if you could please be quiet I know that the rest of us would appreciate it. Thank you." She then stepped back next to Edwin, biting her lip, and playfully nudging his shoulder with a wink.

    Danacia looked over to Adario, not wanting to interrupt the focus on the Jarl so that all would get the anticipated questions answered as they so desperately traveled here for. But to acknowledge him, she nodded and gave him a wink. She wasn't going to blow his cover, and if it meant standing between her and the redguard she'd make sure it didn't happen. As far as Danacia saw it, she liked all the people she was with, even the spastic little Redguard woman. She'd be a handful, and unpredictable, but she felt like she could see use out of her. Besides, she seemed to be interested in the vampire, who so greatly made the wolven hairs on Danacia's spirit wolf stand up; but Danacia wasn't one to judge others even if they were her mortal enemies such as circe. She looked over to Circe and she eyed her up and down, quickly, then turned back to the Jarl as he stood up from his throne.

    "I am Jarl Korir, as you very well know, and I have requested the best of the best adventurers in Skyrim to undergo several weeks of exploration through a newly discovered, but ancient dwemer museum; which my scholars have depicted is exstensively long and dangerous. For the risk of your lives, not knowing what you will be facing and all the like, I will be providing each of you with horses, food, and all the weapons and supplies you would need. This expedition is funded by a wealth of gold at your fingertips, and backed up by all of the other holds in Skyrim, as well as the College of Winterhold. It is considered vitally important to our understanding of dwemer knowledge. I am in need of a leader, a healer, several combat specialists, and most of all brave men and women who can look danger straight in the eye. The positions are endless for this expedition, but of course limited at the same time. I am looking for "a cut above the rest" adventurers who won't get cold feet when they approach the ruins. We need to know what is down there, and if I provide the tools to make you brave men and women ready, I expect answers. You're not only going to be down there exploring, you will also be creating a map and clearing out any and all dangers so that my scholars, and other scholars in Skyrim, will be able to voyage through in peace spending weeks as you so have turning this ancient ruin into a foundation to advance our knowledge. Each one of you I will interview at a time. My steward should already have your names as you came in..." He then stopped speaking looking over to the steward, and then she nodded respectfully bringing he parchment up to him. After so, she bowed, and then he stood in silence looking over the long list. He looked as though he didn't figure a Winterhold expedition would attract so many looking for work and willing to risk their lives. Shaking his head he continued, "...The first on this list is Danacia. Step forward."

    Danacia looked to Edwin briefly, and then she swallowed as she stepped away from the wall, tightening the grip on her pack over her shoulder. She came before the Jarl, and she bowed respectfully as he nodded and dismissed her act of courtesy. The Jarl crossed his arms, looking her over up and down. A small sparkle tinged his eyes over her form, even if covered in heavy armor, and then he met her alluring lime green eyes. He gave an air as though he wasn't depressed, which she assumed no doubt would happen, and then he spoke. "What makes you, a Nord woman from Whiterun, want to risk your life for this expedition? My steward informs me you have a respected family in Skyrim. Leilani is one of my own Thanes, actually."


    His voice seemed unimpressed, and yet at the same time he mentioned that Leilani was one of his own Thanes as though he was interested in learning more about Danacia. She smiled on the inside, trying to think of the noblest thing she could say to sway the Jarl towards making her leader. She didn't feel like she was just suited for the job; she knew she was. Danacia was an honest individual, for the most part, so she decided to just go with what she felt. Having let silence wrap for a few seconds, and peering eyeballs stabbing her in the back, she spoke out. "I come here just like everyone else, My Jarl, to find honest work and gold. For I know of my skill, and I know no matter how many weeks you, or your scholars, predict we will be down there, that I will be fine and come out alive. I am confident in my sword arm, and I have experience to back it up. I may not have the glorified public reputation as my sister Leilani, but that's because I prefer more of the simple life. Perhaps, my Jarl, if you would give me the chance to let my actions speak for me, then you would see exactly what I see in myself." She then bowed once more, to show that she was only trying to approach him with confidence and not arrogance. The others around her began to whisper ear to ear, turning faces, as she said what she had said. Danacia held her gaze with Jarl Korir strong, and she didn't budge, whether it would mean she'd be ridiculed by him for speaking up or not. It was what he asked for, after all. And she assumed he'd be able to take the responsibility of hearing a strong minded and passionate individual speak.

    The Jarl had been sitting down by now, of course, and had done so the moment Danacia stood up. The steward had came to his side and was holding the list of adventurers he had to interview. He continued to look Danacia up and down. Every continued to watch his movements lingering on his every word. "Your sister killed a Dragon in my town. She sunk a sword straight through it's skull. Not only that, she has helped several of my people. While Winterhold has...much to be said for, of course, why should I trust leadership of such an important expedition that could possibly bring more people and a great chance to reconstruct the ruins of my city to you? Yes, if you were Leilani, I would say yes at the drop of a hatch. But you are not, however you are right, actions do speak louder than words for I know there is not much else you can say..." He trailed off in his words still looking her over then continues "...Leilani has never failed me. I am entrusting that you should not do the same as my leader. Now on to the next adventurer..." The Jarl looks past Danacia as he waves his hands and nods her off and the steward calls out for Edwin. All eyes rest upon him.

    Danacia bows, and then before a chance to thank him, she gets waved off with a look on the Jarl's face as though he was more concerned with getting through the extensive list he had in front of him. She would make sure that at some point she would thank him extensively. Danacia couldn't help but smile as she passed Edwin by, exchanging glances, as he approached the Jarl and she went back to their standing post. She was grinning mad from ear to ear. It was now finally set in stone, and she got exactly what she came here for.


     

    The_Madgod

    LordLlamahat
    Edwin stepped forward and began speaking. Selia, meanwhile, was bored as hell. She had been stepping around in random patterns and having minor arguments with herself while the Jarl and Danacia spoke. "You should let me do the explaining!" "No." "You totally should!" "No." "Let me! I'll just kill the Jarl and the steward! I totally won't kill everyone else in Winterhold!" "Tempting... But no." "I'll throw a party! Everyone likes parties!" "I doubt the Jarl will." "I think they'd all enjoy parties where I EAT THEM!" "No, thanks. Now, let me get back to interrupting random peoples conversations. Look, Edwin is about to go and tell the Jarl who he is! I can't allow that!"

    Sure enough, Edwin was, in fact, stepping up to adress the Jarl. He began to speak; "Greetings, Sir Jarl! My name is Ed-" Selia jumped up just as Edwin began his name and said, "He's boring! I am Selia Anika, master alchemist! I could quite easily fill the niche of stealth master, archer, swordfighter or illusionist! I require no pay, except for the blood of any underground creatures I kill and one chaurus to keep as my pet! And, if you don't let me join the expedition, I will eat your face! I'm sorry, I meant I will clean your... Space! I will clean your work space! But only after giving everyone sweetrolls!"

    Selia shook her head and said, "So, Jarl Kokor, if you allow me to go on this expedition, I will lend my amazing power to the other party members, and if you do not, I will simply tag along anyway. So, I must ask, will you allow me to aid my skills to your cause at no extra cost or will you not allow me to do so and try to restrain me, causing the deaths of multiple generic guard people who can't even take arrows to their knees and the loss of my wonderful skills?" Selia looked the Jarl in his eyes, challenging him to say anything but, "Sure, you can go to the ruin!" She was not at all worried about being jailed or killed. The Redguard was sure that she could easily takke on all of the Longhouse guards at once, leaving Winterhold with only some dead generic Nords in armor.
     

    meben15

    Lord of the Meeblings
    Edwin watched as The Jarl adressed Danacia and smiled as he accepted her into the position of leader of the group. The Steward next called for his name, and he stepped forward, giving Danacia a wink as they passed by each other. He strode regally up towards the Jarl, the rough rogue turning into a noble king as he bowed before the man, "Greetings, Sir Jarl! I am Ed-" but he was interrupted by the crazy Redguard woman, Selia. Edwin watched with amusement as the woman practically threatened to slaughter the entire hold if he didn't accept her into the group. She was indeed a crazy one, useful but unpredictable. He would have to keep his guard up around her.

    The Jarl, of course was forced to accept her admission to the group, and Selia bounded happily off to the side, muttering to herself all the while. With a rueful smile Edwin continued his introduction as if nothing had happened, "Sir Jarl, I am Edwin, Master mage and deadly swordsman. I have many years of adventuring under my belt and I belive my magical abilities will be very useful on this trip." Edwin raised his hands and fire and lightning danced across his fingers, "I can blast our enemies to dust with the elements, or start a fire rather quickly," he dispelled the destruction magic and called up a magical shield spell in one hand, and in the other a glowing ball of golden light, "I also have the ability to heal and shield myself and others from harm, not to mention my great skill with a blade." he dispelled the other two spells and flipped one of his dagger from his belt, twirling it dexterously around with his fingers as he waited for the Jarl's reply.

    Korir looked at the Breton before him, with his show of skill he would be a fool not to accept Edwin's admission to the party, "Very well, you are in." Edwin nodded, bowing to the Jarl again he sauntered off back to the wall were Danacia was standing as the Steward called the next name on the list.
     

    MR-WIKI-96

    I know all! I am the WIKI!
    Arith was breathing quite heavily. He was standing in front of two frost trolls, both with blood spilling into the cold snow beneath them. Arith took his arrows out of their body's. Why of all days did I have to get ambushed by a couple of trolls? Said Arith to himself. He took a seat on the blood stained snow. He was quickly trying to recover his breath. Arith didn't realize that taking out two frost trolls would really wear a man down. He then took his knapsack of his back and searched around it for a drink. Where on Nirn is my-Ah ha! Arith smilingly took out a bottle of ale but to his despair the bottom of it has been broken off from the troll fight and the contents from it where moving about in a small puddle around the bottom of his knapsack. His stuff where now floating about like logs on a river. I don't think I had this in mind when I wished for a pool of ale, he said sarcastically. He then gave a sigh and lied onto the blood stained ground.

    What time is it? He then took a look at the postion of the moon and the sun in the sky to tell him the time. Oh plops I'm late! In a flash he was on his two feet and running as quickly as he can towards winterhold with knapsack that reeked of ale. Damn...trolls...said Arith, trying to catch his breath in between words.

    He had now reached the road. The cold was starting to get him. He felt like his pointy ears were frozen like ice. Arith stopped in his tracks and started taking hefty breaths of air. Where am I? It's been 30 minutes. Arith took a look around and saw some recognizable ruins. Journeyman's ruins! I must be close. Arith started running again. He then caught sight of a cart beng wheeled down the road by, what looks like to Arith, a farmer. He then ran past the farmer and shouted Good day! While taking a piece of venison out of the cart as an energy snack. The farmer stopped and looked behind him at Arith. He was shaking his right fist furiously. You damn hoodlum! Get back here! Arith chuckled a little and started eating his piece of meat.

    Arith made the finishing nibbles on his venison meat. He threw the bone away and took a stop at the sight he sees. Winterhold. He had finally made it. Thank Y'ffre. Said Arith. He then went at a jogging pace towards the door of the Jarl's place. Arith had already used up his energy getting there, sprinting was now out of the question. Arith reached the door where a guard was standing at the side of the door. Traveller if you here for the expedition they're inside now. You better hope they haven't called your name out. Arith smiled and walked. I hope so too friend.

    Arith pushed the door open where he was met with number of faces looking at him. He walked and gave a grin to them. Sorry I'm late. I just had a dinner date with a couple trolls. No manners at all. Ha ha! He then waited for a reply from what appears to be the jarl. He was holding a parchment of paper. Well we haven't had anyone missing yet from the list so it looks like your are just in time. Stand over there with that group of people. When your name is called you shall come forth and be interviewed for the expedition. Arith smiled and replied. Sure thing. Arith stood by a redguard man wearing some leather armor. He had a dwarven sword in his holster. Hello friend. What brings you on this expedition? The money or the free drinks. Ha ha. Actually speaking of ale. Arith looked at his knapsack. A strong smell was coming off it. He realizes the ale is starting to ferment. He ignores it and waits patiently for his name to be called out.
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    Danacia felt a strange sensation sit inside of her stomach, and then her wolf howling from within. Her lime green eyes began to glow, and all of a sudden she rushed out of the longhouse and into Winterhold's thick snow outside. She ran, and she ran, until she came back to the inn and asked the innkeeper for the key back to her room laying a handful of septims on the table. Danacia thanked him as he returned it reluctantly, with a bewildered expression, and she rushed back to the right corner of the inn shutting the door behind her and locking it. She searched the room heavily. But for what?

    Finally, Danacia moved to the bed where she looked underneath. As she did, she found a ankle bracelet that she accidentally left behind with the Ula insignia on it. It belonged to her father. She stood up, heart pounding heavily as she closed her eyes and held it close. She had tears fall down her face with a concerned, but satisfied face, as though she thought she had nearly lost something that was extremely dear to her. She composed herself, unlocked the door, and then briskly headed back out the door handing the key to the room back to the innkeeper along the way.

    Heading back to the longhouse, she sneaked her way back to Edwin's side, and she said, "Sorry about that...thought I lost something...What have I missed?" She held the anklet tight in her hand.
     

    Skyrimosity

    Well-Known Member
    Rellian had just seen Danacia run from the Longhouse worried, but didn't think too much of it. Rellian was standing around waiting for his name to be called when he was approached by a Bosmer who asked Rellian why he had joined the expedition. "Hmm... no I did not join this expedition for free drinks. I have more than enough Septims to pay for as much to drink as I wish. I was just a bit bored and thought that a life-threatening journey into an unknown place might be a bit of fun." Rellian was completely serious with his answer. It had not an era of humor to it.
     

    Minstrel

    Queen of Evil
    "Circe!" The Jarl bellowed from his seat. "You are next."

    Circe stood silently amongst the crowd of adventurers for a moment before stepping in front of the Jarl with a wide smile and piercing hazel eyes. He gave her an uncomfortable look and shifted in his seat as the heat behind her gaze hit him. Then, after recomposing himself, sat upright and spoke.

    "What makes you think you are worthy of a quest such as this?"

    Circe's smile only widened at his comment, allowing her gleaming white teeth to reflect against the fire in the room. She let just a drop of crimson wisp around in her iris' and then took another step forward. The man shifted once more in his chair and then awaited her response.

    "What makes you think I am unworthy?"

    The man's face went slightly red and he gave an unsure glance to his Steward. The Steward kept a professional expression and nodded her head.

    "I sit here in comfort and warmth while most of Skyrim freezes. I control a city that is recognised for having the most prestigious College of magic in all of Tamriel. I have ruled over this city even when it has been through countless attacks, and while we may not be the most civilised town in Tamriel, we have pulled through time and time again." The man had remained calm, until he spoke again. "How dare you question why I think you are unworthy when it is clear that you are!"

    His voice rang through the Long house, no doubt, guards outside would have also been alerted to his distress, but no one dared to enter and confirm the situation. As the ringing of his voice slowly faded away, although it may have seemed impossible, Circe's smile only got wider.

    "That is all very well Jarl of this great city." Her voice was rich with sarcasm. "But let me ask you this. Did you work for this power, or were you born into it?"

    "I, I do not see how that is of any concern." His voice faltered.

    "The concern is that anyone, no matter how small the title be, is more worthy than you. They could be a farmer or a mage, even your Steward or you guards. They have all worked for that position. Can you really say the same?"

    The man opened his mouth to protest, his face still red with anger, but then he relaxed into his seat and gave Circe a warm smile.

    "Steward, I want you to guarantee this woman a place on the expedition." He said turning to her briefly and then turning back to Circe. "Thank you for your time."

    Circe turned sharply back to the group, her smile still visible on her face. She walked back into the crowd and leant against a wall, satisfied with her work.



     

    MR-WIKI-96

    I know all! I am the WIKI!
    Arith chuckled a little at the reply from the redguard man. From the reply he got, it seems like he's not interested in jokes. He then watches Circe walk to a wall. She had just been accepted onto the expedition. He didn't like how her pupils were red like blood. It gave shivers down his spine. Her skin looked lifeless. Arith looked away, back towards the jarl. the thought of a person being lifeless reminded him of his parents. Arith quickly shook his head and tried to forget about. He wasn't about to let a suppressed memory spoil this expedition.

    Arith! Please step forward, said the Jarl looking at the list. Arith stepped forward and then muttered to himself. Here we go. He walked forward. He was now in front of the jarl of Winterhold. Arith knew that these people need to be treated with respect and honor. Arith was now standing only six steps from the throne. He knew what to say.

    So bosmer. What qualifies you to take part in this great expedtion? Arith got down on one knee and bowed his head. Good jarl, I am a hunter of Y'ffre. My skills with a bow are sharp and excellent. I can shoot a target in the head from many metres away. I can wait for weeks for a target to come by. I am patient and stealthy. I am agile and fast. What I lack in strength, I make up for in speed. I am loyal to the group. I will help those in need and support my allies. That is a promise from a worshipper and hunter of the great god of the forest, Y'ffre.

    Arith remembered what his father taught him about being a worshipper of Y'ffre. He will always thank his father for that. He may like to act the joker but he knows how to be sensible and mature. Sometimes he just chooses not too. The jarl gained quite a surprised look on his face. He then smiled and looked at the bowing wood elf. My judgment of you was that you were an immature joker, but that speech there. I bet you're full of surprises, aren't you? Arith stood up and nodded at him. He was pleased with the jarl's reaction. Your in. Arith nodded again. Thank you my jarl. He then walked up to the wall where Edwin and Danacia was standing. He stood at the wall and smiled at them. Are we stopping at the tavern before we leave? I've ran out of ale and meat for the expedition.
     

    Skyrimosity

    Well-Known Member
    "Rellian! Please step forward!" said the Jarl of Winterhold. Well... guess its my turn. "Hello again Jarl! How are you today!"

    "Wha... what are you doing here!"

    "Why what do you mean? I just want to join this expedition of yours."

    "You know what I mean and you know what you did to the citizens of this city a year ago!"

    "Now now Jarl, think of it this way. None of your guards can kill me, none of your hired thugs have killed me. It looks like the best way to kill me... would be to send me into a deep dark Dwarven Ruin that could be filled with Falmer and/or deadly traps, don't you think?"

    "Yes... well you make a point there I suppose. Very well. Steward, make him room on the expedition! And Rellian, may your blade not save you from a horrible death."

    "A pleasure to see you as always, Jarl."

    Rellian then walked back to his spot next to Danacia and said "Well, I think that went well. What do you think Danacia?"
     

    Rekamennos

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    "Now now Jarl, think of it this way. None of your guards can kill me, none of your hired thugs have killed me. It looks like the best way to kill me... would be to send me into a deep dark Dwarven Ruin that could be filled with Falmer and/or deadly traps, don't you think?" Danacia let Rellian's words slip over her mind a few times. She bit her lip, and then looked to the ground enjoying his confidence. Then she looked up to him.

    Rellian then walked back to his spot next to Danacia and said "Well, I think that went well. What do you think Danacia?" Danacia locked eyes with Rellian, and chuckled shaking her head, "You just can't hold your tongue, can you?" She winked.

    Arith then walked up to the wall where Edwin and Danacia was standing. He stood at the wall and smiled at them. "Are we stopping at the tavern before we leave? I've ran out of ale and meat for the expedition." Danacia shook her head in response as the stranger before her had taken her gaze off Rellian. She replied, "If you were here earlier, you would have known the Jarl has supplies, horses, and weapons in store for us. I am sure after we are finished here, since it looks like getting close to being done, he will instruct us further to that area." She smiled, locking her sparkling lime green eyes in Arith's, and she held out a petite yet strong hand. "I am Danacia, and you are?"

    ooc: please tell me if I missed anything
     

    Znowcicle

    Chimera~
    Azaelia watched as the others went before Jarl Korir and each were accepted after their long or short speech. The way they interacted with the Jarl spoke a bit more about them to her. For instance, the way the Jarl reacted to Rellian was something to be of interest to her. Why would the Jarl send his guards or pay for thugs to kill this man I wonder, she thought to herself as she pondered the others. Azaelia might have especially liked Circe's speech if it had a bit more complexity to it, but, alas, it did not. Fear driven, and guilt. Simple things.

    "Azaelia Morgreth!" She twitched a little as her full name was called. It had been a while since she had heard it in entirety. She took a breath in and then a breath out before making her way carefully up to the Jarl. His face was blank as if he had trained himself to expect anything by now in response to all the different dynamics of character he had received this morning. She nodded kindly to him, her eyes still held in the shadow cast by the helmet. Her pale hair poked out from under her helmet none too neatly as she listened to the Jarl attentavily.

    "Azaelia...sounds like some sort of flower!" He chuckled as he finished his first sentence and looked her over. He only glanced over her ragged armor, the holes and the cuts in it heavily apparent in the room's lighting, before he lingered on her covered face. She stayed silent waiting for him to continue as she knew he would.

    "What makes you think that you have the aptitude for this expedition my young flower?" He grinned as he referred to her, yet again, as a defenseless, mindless, plant only made to look nice and to be trampled upon.

    "Jarl Korir-" She began, her distance from him and the loudness of her voice did not mix well.

    "I'm sorry, speak up?" Her face flushed and she was grateful for her helm.

    "Jarl Korir!" She began, louder this time, "I fought alongside many of Skyrim's children in this ongoing Civil War. If you were to ask my name from any of the Stormcloak Generals they would most likely smile and tell you about my record with them before I left the fight." She paused then and thought for a moment before adding, "I am somewhat a fugitive of war..." She bowed her head than looked back up at him, his face had not changed.

    "But I am a gifted fighter. I am humble like most warriors and kind, like a woman should be, outside of battle. Mercy has it's places, but one begins to learn that mercy is a lost art, especially in the time of this Civil War against our brother's and sisters who have sided with the Empire." She lowered her head in reverence before continuing, "I am also gifted in the healing arts." She turned from him for a moment and walked up to the late comer, she couldn't remember his name at the moment. She grabbed his arm gently and laid her hand on his bicep. The wound was a bit more than superficial, but it was deep enough to make his Bosmer blood run down his arm. Her hand glowed a warm yellow above his wound; the wound he had no doubt received from that fight with trolls that she had overheard him explaining earlier. She removed her hand, the wound was gone and only the blood trail remained. She wiped off the blood and showed the smooth skin once again unmarred. She walked back to the Jarl after smiling gently to the Bosmer and murmuring "thank you" to him.

    "Lastly, Jarl Korir, I would like to mention that even though my name resembles a dainty flower to you, I have to remind you that it is flowers that make the final ingredient to the most powerful frost resistance potions that you and your guards no doubt use." She smirked, her confidence growing a little, "But, if you would rather leave an experienced warrior behind then so be it." Me a flower, ha!, she thought to herself as she watched the Jarl adjusted himself in his throne.

    "Very well, Azaelia, I will permit you to accompany these other...warriors in this expedition. Just beware, young flower," she frowned as he mentioned the name, that he had apparently given her, again, "that not everything in those ruins are as knowable as another man or woman with a sword and shield."

    "And you, Korir, remember that you have a flower doing a man's work for you as you eat your warm meals and keep your skin nice and intact..." She bowed to him and then turned back to the others quietly. She looked at the ground and returned to her place on the wall without another word.
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    Danacia had been listening intently to the conversation that the Jarl and the silent woman were having. She smiled, having been lightly interested in her from the start. "Excuse me, guys," she looked to Rellian and the man who had yet to tell her his name, then walked past them. She headed over to the wall side where this woman was placed, and she slid up next to her leaning against the same wall. "Hey..." Danacia said, softly, and then looked over to her with a smile. "I heard you got in the expedition. What's your name?"
     

    Znowcicle

    Chimera~
    Azaelia glanced over Danacia as she engaged her in conversation. Might as well be now rather than in the midst of a fight...

    "My name is Azaelia...did you not catch it during my address?" She didn't reply in a hostile or mocking manner. It was purely inquisitive.
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    "I guess I did not." She laughed, rolling her eyes at herself bearing those lovely pearly whites of hers. She looked back to Rellian and the newcomer, and she continued, "These days I tend to have lots of people buzzing in my ears. But it's nice to meet you, anyway, now I understand the meaning of why the Jarl called you little flower. Not that I am taking in the same context, just, piecing the former conversation together is all." Danacia lowered her head, slightly embarrassed. She took her hand up to her head and scratched her hair. She lifted and grinned through the silly moment.
     

    MR-WIKI-96

    I know all! I am the WIKI!
    Arith was about reply to Danacia when a healer by the name of Azaelia grabbed his arm and healed a wound in his Bicep. Arith was astonished that he didn't see the wound. The fact that he didn't feel it showed how bad it was. He thought the trail of liquid came from his ale filled knapsack. He wouldn't have guessed that it was blood. He then gained a thank you from this woman. He thought she was helping him but it was actually him that was helping her to impress the jarl. Arith felt quite intrigued by the woman. He decided to go and talk to her.

    Arith felt a little nervous walking up to this woman. Usually he was a charismatic talker with people but this woman made Arith feel a little shy. He then decided to talk to them. Hi, the names Arith. You probably know my name because of the jarl, but anyway thanks for healing my wound back there. I didn't even notice it! Arith gave a small chuckle. But anyway, I was also happy to help. Arith smiled and changed to a different topic. I think you have a nice name. It does sound like a flower. Arith blushed a little. He then forgot to talk to Danacia. He turned to her and spoke. Oh I forgot to introduce myself back at the other wall. Hi, the name's Arith.
     

    Minstrel

    Queen of Evil
    Circe had been standing alone on the wall, looking around the room and listening to the conversation containing the woman she wanted to talk to. It was obvious that the woman already knew she was friends with Leilani, she could feel her wolfs eyes boring into her and growling whenever she was near. We are born enemies though, I do not expect it to like me. Circe pushed herself off from the wall and made her way towards the group. She let her eyes turn back into a soft hazel colour and stood near who she believed to be Leilani's sister. A conversation was already in motion, but she wanted to make herself acquainted with the Nord.

    "Hello," she said focusing mainly on the woman but also embracing everyone else in her greeting. "I'm Circe, I saw you last night at the Inn. I though I would come and introduce myself to everyone seeing as we will be spending the next few weeks together."

    Circe had barred her mind off from the woman. She was sure she posed not threat to her mind but she didn't know how similar she was to her sister.
     

    Znowcicle

    Chimera~
    Azaelia chuckled along with Danacia, seems she did retain some humility about her, and Azaelia liked that fact.

    "Glad you don't, otherwise you, too, would be sadly mistaken." She smiled as she said it but there was an undertone of sadness that she had hoped others wouldn't catch. She hadn't meant to vocalize it, but yet it had popped out anyways. She cleared her throat and then turned her attention to the man she had healed earlier.

    "Arith!" She said in recognition as she remembered the sound of it from his earlier conversation with the steward. "I couldn't remember it from earlier. Thank you for not becoming irate when I used you earlier. It is much appreciated." She smiled broadly to him showing her immense thanks. He then mentioned that he liked her name and that it did in fact sound like a flower. She resisted the urge to frown thinking to herself, why, oh mother, have you given me this dainty name? Instead she continued to smile to him and offered a "thank you" to him. She grew quiet again as he engaged Danacia, she didn't like being the center of attention so it was nice that they, Arith and Danacia, were entertaining each other now. More insight for me to gain, she smirked and folded her hands behind her back as the young, thin woman name Circe joined the conversation.
     

    Skyrimosity

    Well-Known Member
    Rellian was kinda sad that Danacia had left the wall, for now he was forced to stand by Edwin. Rellian still hadn't decided what it was about Edwin he hated, so he decided to try and find out. He said with a hidden bit of hate in his voice, "So Edwin, you are a big powerful mage huh? Went to the College and all that?"
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    Arith blushed a little. He then forgot to talk to Danacia. He turned to her and spoke. "Oh I forgot to introduce myself back at the other wall. Hi, the name's Arith." Danacia reextended her hand, shaking his, with a surprisingly strong grip beyond just the strength of an agile female. She nodded, and then replied, "Nice to meet you Arith, welcome to the expedition. Where from do you hail?" She then turned her head back to woman.

    "Glad you don't, otherwise you, too, would be sadly mistaken." She smiled as she said it but there was an undertone of sadness that she had hoped others wouldn't catch. Danacia grinned at her comment, ear to ear. She enjoyed the statement, but she could instantly feel her sorrow pouring through with her energies. She didn't comment, though, for she didn't feel it was her place. "Well, anyway, it's really nice to meet you. Maybe one day I can acknowledge you without a helmet?" Danacia winked playfully. Then, she felt the vampire's presence linger more heavily as her wolf spirit followed Circe closer to the group. She took in a deep breath as her raging energy weighed heavily upon her chest. She turned her head to Circe, flashing her wolven eyes immediately into her own. Unlike her sister Leilani, she was less secretive about her gifts. For she was exiled. However she would never reveal the sanctuary to anyone.

    "Hello," she said focusing mainly on the woman but also embracing everyone else in her greeting. "I'm Circe, I saw you last night at the Inn. I though I would come and introduce myself to everyone seeing as we will be spending the next few weeks together." Danacia let her words sink in, trying to form a sentence, and feeling her mind heavily barricaded. This sent red flags to her for if anyone had something to hide from her metally, at least she so felt, she would need to be cautious. Before anyone else had a chance to speak up, Danacia barged in. "Nice to meet you....Circe you say? My sister, Leilani, mentioned a Circe once before I headed up to Winterhold from Whiterun..." she was obviously bluffing for the sake of everyone else present, she couldn't hold back the wolf in her eyes, "...have you met her before?"

    Danacia then looked back to Rellian and Edwin. She couldn't help but grin, and as she did so, she controlled her wolf to linger close by to Rellian. She began to explore the depths of his mind as she did so previously to Edwin. She felt she had more she wanted to know about him, and she would do so in secret, and he would never hopefully realize there was prying eyes. Her wolf stepped into his mind...
     

    MR-WIKI-96

    I know all! I am the WIKI!
    Arith felt all of a sudden pressured by the question. He didn't like thinking about his past. He hasn't been to Valenwood within eight years. Arith missed that place but unfortunately he was haunted by his past. He then replied to the question but forced himself to. I'm a bosmer. I hail from Valenwood. Arith said this quickly. He did not like questions about his past.

    Arith then saw Circe walk up to Danacia. He didn't like the look of Circe. Every time he looks at her, he gets shivers down his spine. The red blood like eyes of hers were quite...fearful. Arith shook this off as Danacia talked to her. Arith then looked at Azaelia. He wondered why he was so entranced by this girl. Was it her looks? Her skills? No it was her personality. He admired how she showed why she should be on the expedition. It attracted Arith to her.

    Arith continued to stare at her. He thought her eyes twinkled like-Arith stopped in his thought tracks when she then looked at him. Arith panicked. He realized he had been staring like a complete creep. Arith continued to stare. On the outside he seems fine but on the inside, he's panicking like villagers in a dragon attack. He then quickly said something to break the ice.

    Ummm...You have nice hair. Arith felt immediately like a fool. He realized that she was wearing a helmet. He waited embarrassingly for a reply.
     

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