Arygon rolled over, off his hammock, and opened a barrel. Inside was a vast quantity of flin, "Want one?" Arygon tossed one over to Deagan, "Trying to drown troubles in drink h....." the rest of what Arygon said was lost in gurgling as he downed an entire bottle of flin.

OOC: The vampire started a snowball fight.
Deagan, Cave

"Always...you'd think that killing would get easier when you do it for a living...I used to be a thief...I never thought I'd kill anyone when I first started." Deagan said as he drank from the bottle Arygon had handed him

"Things change though..."

Flin wasn't one of Deagan's favorites but he drank it anyways, he heard noise outside and leaned over, looking out the entrance. Sadril threw a snowball at Ranes, at least someone was having fun...

"Why are you with this bunch anyways?" Deagan asked

" Hic*... me? ... well mainly 'cause i tried to rob the office, as ya' know, then I so happened to be *hic* in the bedroom when you're Altmer friend that left there, tried to get in an early attempt... and ya'... anyway, there's just something that won't let me get a lady murdured... I can kill 'em but I can't watch someone elsssse, do it... *hic* it's the womens faces that haunt my nightmares..." Arygon was still downing Flin at an alaming rate, and seeing not much left in the barrel, opened the one next to it, and pulled out about 12 bottles of Martze, "Want some of this stuff?"

OOC: A drinking party inside, a snowball fight outside. What else would happen after we tried to kill each other?

Deagan, drinking...can't remember where...

Deagan drank several bottles of the flin as well, when Arygon pulled out the Mazte, all the better.

"It's the ones that seem to have accepted their deaths that bother me most." Deagan said

"Sure gimme some, Mazte is my favorite." Deagan slurred as he held out his hand

His vision was blurred and he'd started to forget his problems and his current situation.

"I wouldn't have taken the contract if I hadn't needed the money...I owe somebody a lot of money...but that doesn't matter now..." Deagan stopped for a moment noticing that his glass was empty, he filled it again and continued to drink.

He felt of his face and how much he needed a shave, whenever he sobered he would shave but right now he was too afraid he would hurt himself.

Deagan stood for a moment but tripped over himself and fell to the floor quickly, he'd had too much to drink but that didn't stop him from finishing a couple more glasses before passing out on the floor.

OOC: But drinking and snowball fights are fun.

Ranes, Outside

Ranes had expected a throwing knife, or spell or something lethal. The snowball had taken him by surprise and struck him in the face. Ranes shook his head and cleared the snow off his face, still a bit surprised, but began laughing. The damn vampire had been all evil and serious, then went and threw a snowball at him. Ranes picked up some snow himself and threw a snowball back at Sadril. "Take that, villian!"

Sadril, Outside

"That's the spirit!" Sadril said running into the snowall and toward Ranes. His target, however was a thin-trunked, snow covered tree that loomed over Ranes. He threw his shoulder into the tree, causing the branches to tremble and drop snow everywhere underneath it.

OOC: bah forget it, night guys

Arygon, was quite full of flin, so he stopped drinking. He lifted Deagan onto one of the hammocks, and then wandered back outside, and got a face-full of snow... in the face.

FLint Ironwood, outside.

Flint looked at what happened, shook his head and smiled. Life was getting weirder by the second.
,,So we're all friends now? Maybe I should introduce myself to the ones who don't know me yet. I'm Flint Ironwood, son of the well-known crime lord Ironwood from High Rock. You know, the guy who is missing several bodyparts. Since we're not doing any assassinations here, why don't we raid Agnar's treasury? But first, eat snow!" He said and began throwing snowballs at anyone who got to close. He should've come to Skyrim sooner. This was fun.

Arygon glanced up, snow sure did sober you up fast. He looked over and noticed that Telina was sleeping soundly, time to change that, he walked over dodging random snowballs, and carefully stuck snow up and over Telina until she was covered. Then Arygon turned, " I am Arygon, from Morrowind a ... thief ... who nearly saved the island" as Arygon said this he used telekinesis to lift about a square meter of snow, and dropped it on top of Flint. Of course being slightly drunk altered his aim, and it landed in a circle arund Flint. Obliviously it affected his spellcasting too.

OOC: So, after the snowball fight... what then?

Skoll Yggdrasil
Outside Cave, Snowball Arena

Skoll leaned back with a confused expression on his face as the Vampire started a snowball fight right after he had just shot a arrow on his face.

"Ok..." Skoll said confused as his eyes moved around to see that everyone looked like friends.

He ordered Fenrir back, raised his hand into the air and dismissed the wolf. A cold wind swept through the area before it looked like the wolf disintegrated and was picked up with the wind.

"Am I the only one here that has no idea what's going on?" Skoll asked as he put down his bow, but as carefull as he was it was still pretty clear for everyone that his right hand was very close to his sword...

Deagan, Outside Cave

Deagan awoke in the room alone, slowly lifting himself from the hammock and putting his feet down on the floor. He rubbed his head which hurt badly, he couldn't remember what had happened but someone had put him into the hammock. He stumbled out the doorway of the cave and saw everyone engaging in...a snowball fight.

What the hell???

Deagan walked slowly out the door unsure if he was awake...those he'd just been fighting to kill were now happily playing in the snow like children. Things like this didn't suit him so he sat down beside a tree again and watched with a half smile, still quite confused.

Arygon looked over at the man with the wolf, so... he didn't know what was going on? Arygon dived from a low branch both hands extending in a practised throw, and both snowballs hit the man in the face. Arygon fell on his face in the snow laughing...

Skoll Yggdrasil
Under fire!

Out of no where two snowballs suddenly caught Skoll a little of guard and hit him straight in the face. Surprised he wiped the snow of his cheek with his sleeve before looking over at the man, which was now face down in the snow after leaping from a branch. Skoll quickly picked up a large amount of snow and threw it over at the man, enough to burry him in it. He then looked over at the rest...

"I would really enjoy a explanetion... First a poisoned arrow and now ye got me throwing snowballs" Skoll said scratching his head before he sat down in the snow waiting for an answer.

Brianna outside

She laughed watching the snowball-fight......a very nice feeling by the way...to be able to laugh!

"Like little boys......they are"

Though she remained silent, was a tad afraid they would involve her in the fight....she really was a lousy snowball fighter!!!

Arygon's eyes blinked out the snow, the rest of him was buried, that guy threw a little too much to block. Arygon turned, and saw Brianna laughing, a dive under the snow a front flip, and a 3 foot jump later Brianna had the snowy contents of a tree branch dumped on her, oh what fun!

Brianna, covered in snow

"Ouch...oufff....!"

Brianna didn´t expect to be covered in snow, she shook her head, understanding she had to participate now, but then again maybe this was what they all needed, a simple snowball-war to take the heat off things passed and maybe acheive some kind of..."friendship" among them..after all, the reasons for their disagreements were.....well dead, so they could as well play around for a bit...

Brianna gathered a huge bunch of snow and started making snowballs, i was cold and she had no gloves, but nevermind.....

The first person to try to hit must be Arygon.....now where was he?

Brianna sneaked behind the tree.....ahhh there...She threw the snowball at his back....and ..oh what joy...it hit him in the neck and the cold snow crept inside his shirt!


Brianna was all laughter, seeing him jump up and down.....there! now he would see how it feels to get snow inside his clothes.....

She herself felt the remains of snow melting on her back....

Ranes, Snow!

The snow cascaded over Ranes, covering him in snow briefly before the snow was shaken off. "That was dirty..." he said, making a another snowball and hurling it at Sadril.


"Well, we called a truce for some reason. No real reason to fight anymore, I guess," Ranes replied with a shrug. "Besides, the thought of a snowball fight after a real fight is too absurd to not do."

Flint, in the deadliest fight ever fought with the most terrifying weapons known to man, snowballs!


,,Well yeah, it's amazing what a landing in the wrong bedroom can do." Flint laughed before catching a snowball in the face.
,,Hey, you'll pay for this!" He shouted and threw a snowball back at the one who'd hit him.
,,Besides, snowballs are one hell of a way to vent of aggression. Safe, fun, and very cold!"

Sadril held his hand out to catch the snowball thrown at him, but it instead exploded into snow pieces when it hit his hand. "Darn you," he said plainly as he shook some snow from his hair. Then he ran for the cover of a tree, scooping and compacting snow as he ran, throwing the snowballs at random people.

Arygon shivered as what was left of Brianna's snowball ran down his back. Time for some fun, Arygon slid down to the ground filled his pockets with snow, and climbed to the top of the tree. From there he fired his snowballs using telekenisis, to pummel on top of Deagan, and Brianna, and Telina still sleeping caught a pacitularly large one, she should've joined in! Arygon spent about 5 minutes on a very special snowball, it was a tracking snowball that shouldn't, wait, couldn't miss. Arygon fired it high into the air in the general direction that Ethsier had gone...


OOC: Everyone must participate!

Flint Ironwood, still the same place.
Flint was now getting hit by snowballs from everywhere.
,,Alright, I give up! I give up! You guys...and lady win!" He shouted as he sat down and shook of the snow. Luckily he had a fancy frost/fire enchantment on his underwear. With the cold weather, only the fire enchantment would be working. He'd be dry and warm in no time at all.
,,Say, what are we going to do once we run out of snow?" He asked no one in particular.



(Sorry, but I couldn't stop myself. I just invented Tamriel's version of a suit with built-in heater and airconditioning. )

(OOC: OH, how terrible I am, always spoiling the fun. )

Thiras, sword in hand, snuck up behind Brianna and wrapped one arm around her neck, the other around her midsection, pinning her hands against herself as his blade hovered in his hand by her neck.

"Don't try to resist or I'll kill you," he whispered in her ear as he shouted to the others.

"I want the rest of you to empty your pockets, gold, jewels, the lot, and hand them over, or she goes bye-bye."

(OOC: I suppose it'll come down now to Brianna kicking his silly a**.)

Arygon, in a familiar move, dived from his perch in the tree and landed with his feet on the thief's shoulders. Then he dropped wrapping his legs aroung the thiefs neck, a short flip later and the thief was on the ground with Arygon's glass dagger an inch from his Adam's Apple, "Ruining the fun, eh?" Arygon smiled, he wasn't in the mood for killing...

OOC: Never attack a woman when Arygon's around...

(OOC: Dude, I said Brianna got to kick his butt, not you. Now its time to kick Arygon's!)

Thiras, Bad Position

Thiras grinned, and in one swift motion, pushed the mans dagger hand aside and brought his own dagger up to thrust it at the mans stomach.

(OOC: Arygon can't be that quick, I mean my guy is an expert sneakanator.)

Arygon looked down at the man, and started laughing. The man's dagger had managed to penetrate his chitin, but contained none of the so popular magic, or poison, that had been used so much. Of course if someone tries to kill you, don't just keep laughing. Arygon reached to his back holster, pulled out his loaded Dwemer Crossbow, stepped back, "Ok, stand up, else I give you a new hole in your hollow head." Arygon was deadly serious now.

OOC: If you read the entire fight Arygon has been through MUCH worse than a simple dagger to the chest.

Sadril

A snowball hit Arygon square in the face as Sadril wiped the excess snow of his hands. "Let's not go spilling more blood right now, shall we?" he added with a grin. The snowball had, hopefully given the attempted thief a chance to run when faced with Arygon's crossbow.

OOC: sry for length, had to do it

(OOC: Gosh darn it!)

Thiras

Instead of running, Thiras hastily drew his longsword, and lunged at Arygon.

Arygon, flicked his dagger down the thief's blade grinding as it went. Until it contacted the hilt where Arygon used his other hand to grab it. Both men fought over the hold on the sword...

OOC: Thanks a lot there Shogun...

Flint Ironwood, watching a fight.

,,Aw, man. Can't we have some peace here for once?" Flint muttered. He then cast a telekinesis spell and attempted to lift the sword and the dagger out of their hands.
,,Now both of you calm down or uncle Flint is going to punish you for being a bad boy. No alcohol for the next three days, for the both of you!"


(A bit short maybe. Also notice that Flint casts the spell, he doesn't use his katana for this one. The spell is much more usefull if you try to manipulate things instead of wildly blasting them.)

Ranes, Where do you think?

Ranes shook his head and sighed. "If anyone's skilled in illusion magick, now would be a great time to paralyze one or both of them," he said, raising his hands. He cast a strength damaging spell at Thiras. It wasn't particularly strong however, Ranes tended to use destruction magick to blow the crap out of things rather than weaken them.

Flint talking about Illusion, reminded Arygon of his enchanted ring, a activation later, and the sword was falling to pieces. Arygon stood with his glass dagger just in front of him, as the other man watched in shock as the blade of his sword fell out of it's hilt.

OOC: You gotta love weapon damaging spells, eh?

Sadril, In the Snow

Right. Sadril ran up to position himself between the two combatants in an attempt to stop the fighting. "Now now, let's stop this bickering, shall we?" he said as placed a hand on both of their shoulders and sent a paralysis spell through his fingertips. Nothing too long, just enough for time to kick away Arygon's glass dagger, and whatever might be left of Thiras' sword...

Arygon tried his best, being paralyzed and all, to laugh but his face couldn't move what so ever. His eyes scrolled the area, and stopped at the Vamp, how nice it was to lose his dagger. Arygon decided he would have a better chance in hand-to-hand without weapons anyway... but it was the thiefs turn to make a move...

OOC: Arygon's a gaming kinda guy
Oh right, Flint blasting wildly with telekinesis has always worked well for me... oh wait thats cause I'm usaully fighting 3+ guards...

Flint Ironwood, same place.

Flint gave up. It didn't look like he could stop the fight. The Vampire seemed to have a bit more success.
,,Whatever. I'm going to find some wood we can use to make a fire." He said before wandering off into the woods.

He collected branches wherever he could find them and came back a while later.
,,That should do it. Let's see if I can still do this." He muttered as he dropped the branches in a pile and then tried to light a spark with two small pieces of metal he'd found, probably old arrowheads. The spark came, but died out before the Breton could get the fire going.
,,Oh what the hell. No one is watching."
One small fireball later, Flint had a nice little campfire going.
,,Come on and join. I stole some food from Agnar's kitchen when I last dropped in. Does anyone know a good story?"

Skoll Yggdrasil

Skoll satt down besides Flint near the fire. He had been out all day, even thought he had done this for all his life it was always nice to warm out near a warm fire.

"Well, I've never been a story teller. Never had anyone to share stories with." Skoll replied with a doubtful smile to Flint.

Thiras, Angry Man

Thiras frowned, "I prefer my sword, but unlike Mr. Corageous woman saver over here I can't pull weapons out of my a**."

He jumped at Arygon, but didn't punch. Instead he wrapped his hands around the mans midsection as he threw himself forward into him.

(OOC: )

Flint Ironwood, at the campfire.

Flint looked at the two fighting man and smiled. They just kept going. You'd think that after fighting for their lives back there, at least someone would be tired.

,,No problem. There is a first thing for everything. To be honest, I'm not much of a storyteller myself. I spent too much time on other people's roofs for that. Maybe we can invite the others over here. Who knows, one of them may be a professional storyteller." Flint told the man beside him.

,,Hey you guys, here's where the fun is!" He shouted with another look at the fighting thieves.
He then took put his katana in his lap and took out one of his small smithing tools. He bet that a Dremora would jump out of a tree if he didn't kept his weapon in perfect condition. Life had become crazy enough for that recently.

Brianna approaching the campfire

"Hey guys....is there room for me maybe?"

She sounded tired and sad, her walk was slow and weary. It was getting colder and she had no coat. With her arms around her body she slowly approached the fire...

Arygon looked down at the man who was practically hugging his waist, "Aw, screw it. Feel rich friend, but leave the rest alone." Arygon dumped the ruby contents, of the Dwemer tube that was stuck in his belt, onto the man's head. He then walked over to the fire, where Brianna was shivering. Arygon took off his own woolen coat and dropped it on Brianna's shoulders. "Tell stories are we?"

Sadril, campfire


Sadril sighed and went to join the others at the campfire. He removed his katana from his belt and sat it in the snow beside him before sitting cross legged. A look of seriousness was on his face as he stared into the fire. He held up his right hand as if to inspect it. It was shaking, like when one hasn't gotten enough to eat and is low on energy.

He laid back in the snow, trying to compress his urges. He hadn't fed in a day, and after being so diligent with feeding for so many years it was having an...effect on him.

Arygon looked over at everyone gathered at the fire, from the noble Gormmund, the 'Lady' Brianna, and the shaking vampire... wait shaking? "Need to feed friend?" Arygon was concerened about the vamp if the urges got too strong it wouldn't be a 'sip' of blood it'd probably be a killing frenzy.

Sadril, fiery pit of doom

"None from you, thanks," Sadril replied flatly. After all, Arygon apparently was an ex-vampire, and vampire blood was not among Sadril's favorites and he assumed an ex-vamp's would be the same. Especially when there were better contenders around...

(OOC: Don't event think about it, Shogun! Oh, and good job darkhunter, you just made Arygon feel like carp. Wait a minute, I think Arygon just pulled that woolen coat out of his rear-end as well.)

Thiras, Being an idiot

Thiras looked with distaste at the valuables that had just been literally dumped on his head.

"Well," he muttered to himself after a moment, tempted to chuck one of them towards Arygons head and see the effect, "Might as well go see whats going on." He waited several more moments before strolling over to the fire, but he didn't sit near them. For several reasons, 1) he'd just assaulted about a third of the group within the last day or so, and 2) One of them looked very uncomfortable, maybe even hostile.

He sat several feet behind the group, fiddling with his dagger as he stared on.

Deagan, Campfire

Deagan moved closer to the campfire that had been started and sat on a log near the place where Brianna was seated. He quickly drank from a jug of mead, trying to get as drunk as possible.

"Stories? There was this one time that me and Esethir..." He started but trailed off and stared at the ground

Where is he anyways...hope he's doing well...

He took a short drink from a large bottle of ale he'd taken from the nearby cave and held it out to the girl beside him.

"Here have some of this miss." He said to Brianna

OOC: She'd better not drink with a kid on the way. You might wanna just pass the bottle on and not engage in conversation with him since I might not be on for a while.

Sadril

Sadril reached over and snatched the bottle right from in front of Brianna before she had a chance to take any, and took several large swigs from it hoping to steady himself somewhat. He could perhaps go a little longer without feeding but he still felt the effects wearing on him. "I've got a story to tell ya," he said, now intoxicated (he's a lightweight, it won't take much )

"There was once a Bosmer in south Vvafendeller or whatever the name of that ash pit is. Asked me if I had seen 'is ring lying around or somethin. Blaming them racist imperial guards for takin it. But boy, I tell yah that little elf made me so mad. So anyway, I was travelling down the Golden road," he went on, taking another sip of the ale, then handing back to Brianna to see if she wanted any, "And I got to thinkin, Bosmer ain't no good in a fist fight..." his story clearly was going nowhere as Sadril again began showing his more upbeat side.

Arygon stared at the vamp, the man was a lightwieght. "Here lemme get you something thats more suitable..." Arygon walked back into his cave and went rummaging through the barrels of alcohol, until finally he found what he was looking for. He took the bottle out, brought it to the vamp, and gave it to him. "Here ya go, Blood of the Quarra Masters, dunno how good it is, didn't really want to find out..."

Flint Ironwood, campfire

Flint listened to the story with an amused grin. The vampire was clearly drunk. Arygon handed him a bottle of blood, or at least that's what the thief claimed it was.
"That guy sure's got everything." Flint thought as he carefully sharpened the edge of his blade.
Finally, he was done and sheathed his sword again.
,,Now I'm thirsty. Mind if I take a sip?" He said and grabbed the bottle of alcohol out of Sadril's hands.
,,Now this is the good life." He grinned and wiped of his mouth.

Brianna, by the fire




Brianna gave Arygon a faint smile, the coat was warm and she appreciated the gesture

"Thank you" she said to him


As Deagan offered her the bottle she shook her head, still smiling, however how thirsty she might be, this was not the kind of beverage for her condition. She gently stroke herself on the stomach...



Brianna smiled, the vampire, Sadril snatched the bottle from under her nose, drank from it..the he haded it back to her.....

Again she shook her head

"No thank you....you drink it!"

She enjoyde the story....and wondered if she should tell the story of her and Jadier..but decided not to....not now anyway..

Deagan, campfire

Deagan felt odd and even guilty about sitting near Brianna, he'd killed Jadier and even if she had no idea, it bothered him badly. He did what he always did, drowned his problems in liquor.

He took the bottle back and gulped down a bit more, slightly dizzy now. He laughed at Sadril's story and thought of one of his own.

"One time me and Esethir were supposed to...steal some shoddy golden goblet from a noble...so we found the place and broke in, searching everywhere for the damn thing...by the time we realized that we were in a guard barracks...the cook hit me in the head with a pot and just kept hitting me...Esethir had to pull im off me...strangely, in a guard full of barracks'....errr....a barracks full of guards....we still managed to get away." Deagan laughed for a moment as he thought back

He scratched his chin and stared into the blurry fire with a slight smile still on his face.

OOC: Couldn't resist sharing a drunken story.

Edit:Sorry, forgot to use posting rule...

Esethir, North of Winterhold

Esethir mumbled the incantation for a light spell as he broke from the midst of the densely packed forest just North of Winterhold. The horizon spread out afore him - the sea's icy waters overwhelming the humble Altmer. He smiled, bowing to nature's power then walked forwards to the shoreline.

The light spell barely managed to pierce through inkly black of the waters beneath his feet - but provided enough light to the spherical portal 50 yards ahead in teh waters.

The mage stripped naked, his excitement and anticipation overriding any physical senses of the cold air piercing his feeble frame. Esethir stepped forwards, releasing his breath as he sank past the sheer drop to the bottom of the sea. Ice clung to his body and covered the Altmer in inches of frozen glass.

He should be dead - but he was no longer Esethir from the second he reached the cliff edge.

He floated forwards by sheer thoughts and entered the enticing portal - the world rushing in behind him as he was scooped inside.

From here on in he was not Esethir - He was a God's pupppet.

(He will not be overpowered in any way when he returns, do not worry.)