Satyana

"Oh....yes! we did , I remember.....hmmm, well why not now? I do have some free time now, before the fuzz starts!..so let´s go shall we?"

Satyana stood up putting her cloak on, wating for Darus to get ready

"Heey, gorgeous....you do look alright!" she smiled

Flogir, in Lokken Tavern

Flogir couldn't help but overhear many discussions about a party that was coming up fairly soon. It seemed the hostess of the event would be the Countess of Chorrol herself.

Well I picked a good time to arrive in town. I wonder if this party is public or if an invitation is required? he mused, taking a sip of his ale.

He then remembered that the correspondant he met in Bruma was from Chorrol. Maybe if he found that young Dunmer once more, he'd be able to get into the party if it wasn't public.

His mug of ale seemed the most inviting aspect for the moment though, he still had time to look around for the Dunmer before the party would start.

Heck, I might even get to speak to nobility...

Dalrus, Chorrol

"Thanks, don't I?" she said in a fake snobby voice. She laughed and put on her coat. She gave a man his spiked comberry juice and then left "I'll be back in a little Ragnar, I'm going to the priory with Satyana" She said yelling up the stairs to Ragnar.

"Alright stay safe" he yelled back down

"Excellent lets go" she said opening the door for Satyana.

Satyana

They went out into the street, a cold wind blew up some leaves in their faces, Satyana drew her cloak tighter around her.

"So what are we to expect my dear?" she asked.....smiling at Dalrus




OOC: Bedtime I´m afraid.....see you tomorrow!

Dalrus, Chorrol

"Well, i have no idea, I know Turenel is becoming a hermit, though i dont know why, and we visited him a lot, so i wouldn't be surprised if it was something big" She said in an excited voice. "Not that i won't miss him, but still, he will visit from time to time" she said happily.

Ian, meeting an old friend

The Market District was filled with citizens going about their daily lives. There were several street venders selling jewelry, food, and clothing. Ian was paused for a moment and shook his head. Nineteen years ago, the only shops were indoors. Now vendors have sprouted up, Ian thought to himself. He made his way to the Mystic Emporium. Calendil was speaking to a citizen in middle-class clothes, but when the old elf spotted Ian coming through the door, he shooed the man away.

"Greetings my friend, what do you need of me?" He asked
Ian grinned slightly, Calendil and his wife had been his most prized merchants in this city for years.
"Yes Calendil, I do need some poisons from your lovely wife."

"Ah, yes of course." A elderly Altmer woman came down the stairs and heard her husband and Ian talking. "Hello dear friend, you may buy whatever you need." Calendil sold many enchanted weapons and armor while his wife sold potions and enchanted accesories.

Jonathan Constantine
On the way to Chorrol/Chorrol/Lokken Tavern

Twang, twang-twang

Three bolts from Jonathan's crossbow arced out across the pathway towards a tree nearly fifty meters in front of him.

Thwump, thwump-thwump

The iconic sound of crossbow bolts slamming into a target resounded in the immediate of the woods. "Eh, a little off to the left it seems." Jonathan guided his horse using his thighs towards the tree, "Of course the bugger I'm shootin' at won't be obliged to hope into the bolts.." It took quite a bit of a little tugging match to wrest the bolts from the tree, but in the end Jonathan managed to best it.

During his training he failed to notice how much ground he was covering, and a short glance up revealed that of the walls of Chorrol. Chorrol reminded him of his home stead, to remember was to invoke pang of sorrow for his failing as a son. What little remained of his home lay around his neck, a small medallion of his father's personal treasures was passed from father to son during his last visit. It was simple, but elegant, a testament to the old working of an art long passed.

The cobble streets of the were lined with numerous people and from various sources, being those that lined the streets, he heard of a party that was to happen. "Huh, grand time to show up here, maybe they'll have some free brandy.. Listen girl, I'm going to leave you here for now." Jonathan patted the nose of the horse and walked her to a stable, "You be good for daddy, you hear?"

After dropping the last of his gold off into the caretakers hands, Jonathan decided to meander about and possibly mooch a drink off of a... happy.. local. He decided the Lokken Tavern would be a good start and stepped into the building, waiting for his eyes to re-adjust to the dimness.

Dalrus, Outside Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus walked past Jonathan as she headed to Weynon Priory. She liked what she saw, though she did not show any sign of recognition and instead let her hair fall from its bun. It was windy and it blew in the wind as the cool afternoon continued with a slight breeze. She looked over at Jonathan.

Rann

After taking a bath to get the grime and blood off of himself and changing clothes, he walked out of his tiny shack abd into the town to check on the preparations. He was usually able to 'taste test' some food before the actual feast if he sweet-talked the cooks the right way. In the mood for a little light-heartedness after a killing, he headed for the castle.

Rahvin

Rahvin had been a bit flustered by the appearance of one of Brianna's other children, but the confusion in his head was now gone. He now realized that it really didn't matter. As long as the child that Salina took didn't appear, he figured all was well.

He stopped walking back to the castle where he lived and decided to go back to the tavern. Ragnar's brandy was too cheap to pass up.

Sodsa Hekal, At Wynon Priory

Sodsa swung the doors to the Priory open and headed up the worn stairs toward Prior Turenel's 'office'. Upon arrival Sodsa more or less dropped a burlap sack onto the desk, making Turenel jump, snapping his head up to meet Sodsa's.

"By the Divine's, you need to make some sound Hekal, i can hardly hear you coming anymore." Turenel mumbled while reaching for the sack, looking in side of it.

Sodsa let a smirk flash across his face, "You never could hear me old man, besides, I've been forced to be quiet. Its hard to catch you evening meal." Sodsa slouched into a chair, set his bow on the ground, and continued, "Well that should be the regular delivery, if there's something missing then let me know."

Turenel closed the bag and set it behind the desk, "No, no, it looks alright to me, now for your pay..." He trailed off as he turned his attention to a piece of parchment on his desk and started writing on it. "Just hand this to Ildean, the new Redguard."

Sodsa stood up and took the peice of paper from the Prior, "Thanks Prior, I'll see you again in a week or two." Sodsa slung his bow over his shoulder and turned to go back down the stairs.

ooc:Well now that i'm in i'm gonna go to bed, or see if i have stuff to do yet for HW..... (lets hope i don't) well cheers, ttyl

Satyana

"Ok let´s hurry then" Satyana said to Dalrus, "I got to get back to the castle soon and start preparing the food!"

Satyana noticed a good looking man outside the Tavern, speaking to his horse! She smiled, she always liked people who treated animals well....also she was fond of horses, so she often volunteered to help guests with their horses..


Steak.....hmm a lot of steak...I wonder if I can get hold of some fresh vegetables at the market, crabfish..mmm, gotta start with those stews as soon as I get back!

Rahvin

Rahvin got past Satyana unnoticed, not because he was trying to be stealthy, but because her attention was too focused on a young man that enjoyed the company of animals.

Not one to question his luck, he walked into the tavern and sat down.

"Rahvin! It's been quite some time." Ragnar greeted. "What can I get for you?"

Rahvin normally couldn't stand nordic men, mainly because they reminded him of Agnar and his ilk. Ragnar, despite the ironically similar name, didn't. His warm friendliness put down any such thoughts.

"The usual. And some tobacco if you have it." he answered, pulling out his pipe. Ragnar put a bottle of brandy and some shredded tobacco in front of him.

"So who was that woman that was just in here? The one that looked somewhat nordic." Rahvin asked.

"Don't you think she's a little young for you?" Ragnar asked.

Rahvin laughed. "It's not like that." he answered, lighting his pipe. "So do you know her?"

"Satyana? Sure. She came to town a while back to study. Works at the castle."

I was only a letter off. Rahvin thought, priding himself on his excellent memory. "Know where she came from?" Rahvin was pretty sure he knew the answer, but wanted confirmation. He pulled the pipe out of his mouth and took a sip of brandy while Ragnar answered.

"Not sure exactly, but I know that her grandmother is famous. Serene, no less."

"Really? The Serene?" Rahvin asked, pretending to be surprised. As if he didn't know the woman.

Ragnar nodded, taking another puff on his pipe. "I wouldn't have believed it either, except the purple eyes. Even legends talk of those." he paused for a second, as if having a revelation. "Say, doesn't your boy have purple eyes?"

"Yes, but for a different reason." he lied. "Rann was actually born blind. A sorceress cured him of it, but his eyes didn't change color."

Ragnar nodded, but it was obvious that he didn't believe the story.

Rahvin sighed. Yet another rumor to add to the collection. Because of their occupation, too many rumors circulated around he and Rann in Chorrol. Everyone in town knew who they were, even if they didn't know them personally. There were more important things to think about right now. Satyana was here, no doubt. He wondered how it would affect Rann. seeing his sister for the first time.

Ragnar excused himself to speak with other customers. Rahvin just sat, enjoying his drink and smoke, shaking his head at the rather unlikely coincidence of Satyana and Rann being in the same town after twenty years.

Dalrus, Chorrol

"Well we're almost there" she said after they had left the city gates. "I really am interested now in what he's offering us." she said excitedly.

As they neared the priory a beautiful white mare stood next to a large black stallion. Standing next to the two horses was prior Turenel.

"Hello ladies" the old man said smiling. "Remember the other day when you were complaining about not getting out of town much?" he said smiling a big proud smile "Well i thought if you had some proper transportation you would get to know the world better, i knew you were into magic and you can't learn everything about magic in chorrol," he chuckled. "These were given to the priory by a rich man a few weeks ago, i had no idea what to do to them and it would be very greedy of me to forget about your needs. These horses are yours now." he smiled and hugged each of them "I'll miss you guys while im out writing my book in solitude, but i cannot concentrate with chorrol right there, i will visit don't worry, Wetheu is the new head prior" he said as he grabbed his napsack. "Dalrus, I hope you finish your destruction training, you will be a master in less than two years and i wish for the best of luck, Satyana, i hope your alchemy and healing goes very well, and any other magic you might be involved in" With that he walked off.

"Oh by the divines" Dalrus said excitedly hugging Satyana. "I will let you pick which horse you want" dalrus said to her friend.

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint had finished his breakfast and was about to leave when he heard something interesting.
,,Rahvin?"

Flint took a better look. It was definitely Rahvin. Flint's lips drew into a smile as he passed close to the assassin.
,,Hi Rahvin, don't get drunk." He spoke before vanishing behind an invisibility spell. Flint stiffled a laugh as he sneaked out of the building.

Outside, he inspected his wares. The same odd feeling that had been bothering him during the entire trip caught him again.
,,Alright, I'll walk around with it for today and sell tomorrow. Geez, I'm too nostalgic for my own good." He grumbled. He swiftly redressed in his old armour, with the Dark Brotherhood cloak and two katanas at his sides. He mounted the wagon and made it move.
,,Let's see if there's a market around here where I can sell my stuff."


Luper Alkad, showing off at Chorrol.

Luper was still running when he arrived at Chorrol, breathing only slightly harder than usual.
,,What in the name of Kagrenac? Wow, that is one long line waiting to pass the gate." He commented as he skidded to a halt. Luper grew impatient within just a few seconds.
,,This is crazy. Look over here, flying hero!" He shouted as he soared up into the sky and over the wall. He landed on the other side. Ignoring the stares he received from everyone, including the guards, Luper walked into the city in search of entertainment.

Flogir

Flogir nodded a greeting to the Dunmer who had just been speaking with Ragnar and returned to his drink. After a sip, he made a double-take. Something seemed oddly familiar with the Dunmer.

Frowning thoughtly, it took a few moments to realize why he was getting that odd feeling. This Dunmer resembled his coorespondant, Sel.

Leaning over towards the Dunmer, Flogir quietly said. "I think I know your son, serjo."

Rahvin

Rahvin heard Flint's voice, but didn't move or get panicked. It took quite a bit to get a rise out of him. Especially when he already knew the man was in town.

Rahvin turned to face the man. A nord. He wasn't sure what to think of the statement. Did he know their secret? Was he trying to blackmail him?

Resisting the urge to reach for a dagger, he responded. "I really don't see how that's possible. I have no son."

He figured if the man really did know Rann, he could try to pass him off as his younger brother. Twenty years was not so large a gap for elves.

Flogir

Flogir flushed slightly, fortunately his face was all ready reddened from drinking.

"I'm sorry about that then, serjo," he said politely, "It's just that you look like a Dunmer I just recently met, called himself Sel. That's all."

He then went back to focussing on his drink. Me and my big mouth...

Satyana

Satyana was stunned.....a horse!!!! She couldn´t believe it! She looked at the beauiful animals and almost immediately she felt some kind of vibrations..from the black stallion, it was as if he talked to her...

She went to him and he put his head to her shoulder. She patted his mouth gently, looked into his eyes....

"I....I´ll take him" she whispered, then turned to prior Turenel: "How did you know I so much wanted a horse?"

"Thank you.....thank you both" Tears f happiness rose in her eyes as she swiftly mounted the horse....and swrled away in a cloud of dust..


The horse stopped as by coincidence outside Lokken....Satyana jumped off, stroke th horse once telling him: "Stay here precious, I´ll soon be back" The horse buffed her hand in agreement.

Satyans rushed into the Tavern.....

"Ragnar! come quick...I´ll show you something"...she stopped suddenly noticing a Dunmer sitting quite relaxed sipping from a gass of brandy while smoking a pipe.....somehow the man caught her interests, but she couldn´t figure out why

Ragnar laughed at her enthusiasm and went with her outside. He admired the black stallion and hugged Satyana warmly

"So lassie, got your horse huh? Always wanted one you did.... What´s his name then?"

"I..I don´t know" she said thoughtfully, "He hasn´t told me his name yet"

Ragnar smiled....."Sweet silly girl" he chuckled, "Them horses don´t talk"

"He does! At least to me.." Satyana looked at Ragnar

"Who is that man with a pipe in the corner? Somehow I feel I know him"
"Must be Rahvin then, but I doubt a nice girl like you would know that kind of man" Ragnar stated "Must go back in again"

Satyana stayed outside after Ragnar had returned inside, then she followed him, and headed towards the man with the pipe.

"Good day to you serjo, " she approached him politely " May I join you?"

He sends out vibrations.....but wy? Gosh I like him! I actually like him, and I don´t know why



OOC: She is very grateful...but the stallion just rushed off! And she is a very social girl, always eager to talk to eveyone and try being nice. Of course she dosn´t know Rahvin personally, but she likes his relaxed posture!

Luper Alkad, horse trouble.

Luper was whistling a tune when suddenly a black horse came rushing around the corner.
,,Hey, watch it!" The man shouted angrily as he ducked out of the way. He watched how the horse continued on its path and shrugged.
,,People just don't know how to treat horses."


(What, don't expect him to simply play the hero for nothing. )

Rahvin

Rahvin turned away from the nord, shaking his head at the odd situation. Maybe he just met Rann in passing and there was no larger plot.

I'm too paranoid. he thought to himself. After finally getting back to his own business, Satyana approached him. Apparently, she was a curious one. Or maybe just too sociable. Maybe both.

"Sure." he replied, dusting off the stool beside him so she could sit. "What's your name?" he asked. His tone made him seem uninterested, but only because he already knew the answer.

Dalrus, Riding towards Lokken

Dalrus laughed it was perfect, the white mare seemed to be perfect for her, something was different about him. She too felt telepathic vibrations, what was wrong with Satyana and her? Speaking to horses!

Dalrus mounted quickly after Satyana but walked with her mare a little more. She followed quickly and rode in through the city, this was the most special gift someone could give her, a friend, a companion and a helper, a horse was perfect

She rode up to the Lokken and Ragnar smiled. "I knew something big was going to happen" he smiled.
"This is the best day ever!" she said enthusiastically "With maybe a few exceptions like when you took me in and i met Satyana. I still have to decide what I'm going to name her." she said curiously as she walked inside following Satyana. She walked over to the table she was at "Who's this fine gentleman," she said kindly.

Satyana

Satyana smiled at the Dunmer, he really made her feel good

"I´m Satyana," she smiled, "I live here....and you seem a bit familiar....must have seen you around.."

Ragnar said his name was Rahvin, but I´ll have to ask him anyway, maybe he won´t reveal his name and then I´ll have to keep quiet

"So what may your name be serjo?

Rahvin

"Rahvin." he answered. It wasn't as if withholding his name would've done any good; she could find that information out from anyone in town. Probably already had.

Satyana

"Oh....I see...you do live here right? I recognise you I think..Anyway I hope you will attend to the feast tomorrow at the Castle....Countess Valga, who is my employer is a very nice lady and she always wants all of the citizens of Chorrol to come to her parties!"

Satyana smiled at Rahvin, and while she talked to him she very gently just put her hand on his arm, a gesture of friendliness that was......

Oh who am I fooling?

In the corner of her eye she noticed Dalrus also approaching the table greeting Rahvin.....and she wasn´t sure how she felt about that...

Flogir

Flogir watched as the Dunmer he had just finished talking with was pulled away by a nice looking lady. He chuckled, I'm too old for that kind of stuff

He drained the remaining contents of his mug and rose from his seat. He decided he was going to tour the town for a little while. Perhaps he would run into Sel. Or maybe make a sale of some sorts.

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


Dalrus walked over to the table Rahvin and Satyana were sitting at. "Hello serjo, I am Dalrus, whom do I owe the pleasure?" she said in her very polite manners. She did not sit down, however, however she stood next to the table. Her firey emerald eyes looked at who she was speaking to and she showed utmost attention to him.

Rahvin

"I usually show up to the feasts." he replied. He became aware of her hand on his arm, but was a bit disturbed. She could have much easily been his daughter; born of the same woman and at the same time as his son. A tad too close to incest for his liking.

"Rahvin." he replied, using the opportunity to move his arm and offer Dalrus a handshake.

Satyana

Satyana smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes, se felt a bit of resent from his side.....that hurt her, she didn´t understand what she had done wrong.....unless....why, Dalrus always caught the eyes of every male when she was present....she shuld have known better than show some interest in a man when Dalrus was present...that always failed!

"Well....see you at the feast, Rahvin" Satyana withdrew her hand, and walked away, trying not to show how hurt she was.

Outside she buried her face in the thick mane of the black stallion, and wept silently....

Why do I feel this way? What´s wrong with me?

Questions without answers whirled inside her head....

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus shook his hand heartily, she wondered who this man was, what did he do. "I am a bartender and waitress here, would you like anything?" she said wondering how to ask him what his job was

ooc: yeah this is a bit late.... i got on to late and missed it... forgive me for time warping (a bit)
Sodsa, Wynon

Sodsa stepped outside just in time to see a white mare leave down the road with Turenel walking away. Catching up to Turenel "Someone's going off with those horses you got recently."

"What? Oh, that was Dalrus, a dear friend of mine. Satyana just left a bit earlier with hers. I just gave them those two horses you helped with recently. You should meet them, great girls"

"Oh I see, I could, hey isn't that festival in town tonight?"

"I believe so, you had best hurry up if you want to attend, and," looking at Sodsa's clothes, "mabey a new set of clothes." Turenel chucked, "Well I'd better be leaving soon if I want to finish my book."

"Yeah you better leave, i can't stand any more of you abuse, don't get eaten by any of those wolves Prior." Sodsa waved and started heading up the road toward Chorrol.

Jonathan Constantine


"Feast aye? Might h've to find more information about that.. And those two stunning ladies.." Jonathan had made his way quitely into the inn after grooming Lila a bit, she was a bit mangy and he didn't trust the caretakers hands.. He reached the conclusion that he would figure out if he could be invited to this feast, after all, no money equaled no food, and no food equaled... Well hunger.

"Ello' sir." He waited a polite moment to garner the individuals attention, "Whats this of a feast I hear? Are the common folk invited?" Just then he imagined his eyes gleamed, the thought of all those ripe empty houses for the looting, all during this festival.. Sure the guards would be out in force but.. "Worth a gambit.."

(That was to you Danny)

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus turned around to see who was speaking to the man she was talking to at the table. As she spun her hair whipped around too, flowing down and covering one of her eyes. She brushed her hair back with her hand and noticed that it was that attractive man they had passed on their way out of the tavern. She smiled at him.

Jonathan's attention was turned quite quickly, food was of no importance now, not with this.. "This foxy lady..."

"Why hello there mam. The names Jonathan, Jonathan Constantine actually." He bowed his head slightly.

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus looked at him and bit her lower lip seductively. "Nice to meet your Jonathan, I'm Dalrus" she said curtsying to him politely. She liked what she saw, rogue, strong and young, perfect, Dalrus thought, and he was very attractive. "So master Constantine, would you like to sit down?" she said walking over to the counter bench.

Jonathan Constantine

"Oh my, not what I expected in Chorrol but I like, I like.." Jonathan followed her to the bench, leaving the man behind, "Why not, with such a pretty lass I'd jump out of my stockings to get a word with her.. If I wore stockings.."

"So my dear Dalrus, are you a resident of this wonderful town?" He asked, figuring out in the back of his mind how to pay for a drink with no money. "Can't let her see that I'm piss poor broke, now can I? Hah, I'll run up a tab!"

Sodsa Hekal, Outside Chorrol (for a second or two)

After a while, Sodsa finally made his way to Chorrol and nodded to the guards as he passed through the gates. Walking into the city and hailed the nearest guard. "Say, were could one find a bar, or a place to buy some clothes, as a friend suggested."

The guard slowly looked Sodsa over and pointed in the direction he was facing. "Well, a great tavern is right around that corner there, The name's Lokken, they serve a great mead." The guard smiled, then pointed to Sodsa's right, "And the clothier is just there, third building from here, and you friend was right, ya do need some new clothes, where have you been living? In the wilds?" The guard started laughing at his own joke.

Sodsa nodded, "For you information, yes, since age ten. I thank you for the directions though." Sodsa walked past the guard, slightly miffed, but smiled when the guard stopped laughing and called out an apology.

Upon seeing the Tavern, Sodsa caught a glimpse of a lady with her head buried in a black horse's main. Sodsa slid into the stable and came up besides the lady, "Excuse me mam, is there a problem?"

Dalrus Varus

Dalrus looked over at him and Ragnar brought them some drinks of comberry. "No, I am from the Imperial City, though fortune wasn't exactly on my side and I had to move out. I like it much better here in Chorrol though" 'Much better now' she thought to herself looking jonathan up and down

Jonathan Constantine

"Well I guess I don't need the tab.." He ran his finger around the rim of the glass, listening, and savoring her beauty, "Well.." grabbed the glass and rose it in salute, "Heres to future fortune!" Jonathan emptied it, welcoming the inner warmth that it brought and even more so the calm that it brought over him.

Dalrus, Chorrol

Dalrus took a drink as well, though she could not hold her liquor very well, a little would not hurt and she wanted to be with this new person. "Yes, to good future and fortune" she smiled and finished her drink 'hopefully you'll be in the first part of that toast' she thought

Jonathan Constantine


Jonathan leaned forward a bit, smiled and spoke softly, "Well my dear, it's been glorious speaking with you, but I must make my leave. Perhaps you will be at the feast?" He still had no idea if he was invited or not, but managed he could eek his way in. "Untill then.." Jonathan lifted her hand slightly, and kissed it.

He left before she could manage a reply.

"Earth Mother! I don't think I've ever fallen for lady that quick.. Her charm is outstanding."

"I need to take walk.."

Satyana

Satyana looked up, her face wet with tears facing a bosmer who sounded so friendly in asking her if there was a problem

"Ah well" she sobbed " It´s really me who´s stupid....but that Dunmer inside...he got right into my heart...and...and I was nothing but friendly to him....but he..he was kinda harsh towards me..just like wanted nothing to do with me...and...and I can´t understand why...then again Dalrus was present and all men get crazy about her....oh gosh...I better be on my way home!....."

Then she took a closer look at the bosmer, he looked very friendly..

"But where are my manners? Excuse me ...my name is Satyana, and I hereby invite you to the big feast tomnorrow at the Castle!"

Satyana wiped her face and stretched out her hand to the bosmer....

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol market.
Flint had parked his wagon and put his wares on display. Already he’d sold quite a bit of his goods. A Redguard approached him and the Breton waited calmly as the man looked over the weapons arrayed in front of the wagon.

Flint frowned when the Redguard displayed a smug grin.
,,See anything you like, sir?” Flint inquired politely. The other man’s grin grew even bigger.
,,Yeah, if I needed something safe for the kids I don’t have. Man, I see you’ve got a lot here. Lookie here, Iron, steel and hey, there’s even an axe lined with silver. Nothing but a rusty pile of junk that not even a Cliffracer would dare pee on. Where’s the good stuff? Like what you’re wearing right now.” He replied with a heavy load of sarcasm.

Flint’s frown deepened.
,,Good stuff? Why, I don’t sell any of the ‘good stuff’ to lousy muscle-bound thugs with rocks for brains and Dwemer oil for manners.” He shot back. The Redguard stepped forward, now angry.
,,Listen, pal. I don’t take those kind of insults from anyone.” The darkskinned man threatened. Flint didn’t flinch.

,,Back off.” He said simply. When the Redguard didn’t listen, Flint rose his hand and fired a telekinetic blast that brought him out of balance. Before the Redguard could recover, Flint had unsheathed one of his katanas and pointed it at his throat.

,,I said, back off.” Flint repeated. To his surprise, the Redguard grinned.
,,Neat trick, just make sure you’ve got some real skill with that toothpick of yours when you’re going to pick a real fight.” He joked before wandering off, whistling. Flint shook his head as he resheathed his sword.
,,Redguards, they’re so weird.” He muttered.

Luper Alkad, Chorrol market.

Luper grinned again. He needed to throw a few good insults. Nothing was better to lighten up his mood than a few sharp words. Though alcohol came close.
Realizing that, Luper walked into the nearest tavern, the Lokken tavern.

Flogir, Chorrol

Flogir breathed deeply, expelling the must and smoke from the tavern. It never was a good idea to stay in a tavern for long periods of time, one tends to get a little flustered.

He walked to the stables to check on his mule, brushing past a Redguard walking the opposite way with a smug look on his face. In the stable, there was man tending to his wagon full of items. It seems Flogir had found a fellow merchant.

"Greetings, fellow vendor!" he said, heartily approaching the man.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint looked up. A Nord came towards him. Flint smiled.
,,Good day to you. I hope bussiness is going well for you." He called back.

Luper Alkad, Lokken tavern.

Luper walked into the tavern, ignoring everyone else. He simply dropped down on the nearest stool.
,,Hey bartender. Give me something alcoholic!"

Sodsa, Lokken Tavern Stables

"Satyana? Well that explains the horse." Sodsa took her hand and held it for a second.

She's beautiful, who could make her feel bad? So do i kiss it or do i shake? Whats wrong with me? Wait, she speaks of manors, were are mine?

Sodsa stood there and started talking, completely forgetting about the hand, "Well uh, my name is Sodsa, Sodsa Hekal. I thank you for inviting me to the feast. I'll have to stop by the Clothier I doubt they will let me in like this." Sodsa managed a smile. "Is there somewhere you want me to meet you to go?"

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


Dalrus looked like a blissful teenager thinking about Jonathan. 'Wow, this makes things in Chorrol, much more interesting' she thought. She was brought out of her bliss by the shout of a rambunctious young man. "Umm well if you want to get druunk" she said to the man, "Here's some Matze" she said giving him a large mug full of it.

Luper Alkad, the tavern

Luper grabbed the mug of Mazte without even paying attention to the young woman wo had given it to him. He peeked into it.
,,Mazte? This is going to take a while." He mumbled before throwing it all back in one big gulp.

,,More please. Know what? Just give me about ten bottles, that should be good enough to start with."




(Yes, he has not succumbed to Dalrus' charmes. Probably because he didn't even notice her presence. )

Flogir

"Business here has been a bit slow so far, since I have yet to start! I did just get back from a very nice deal though, so I'm well off for a wile" Flogir said chuckling. He extended his hand to the merchant. "The name's Flogir."

[b]Ian, Mercantile, Mystic Imporium

"Ok, twenty-five strong poisons of paralysis and fifteen strongs of silence, may Talos guide you both.' Ian said greatfully. He sat down at the foot of a statue and looked over a large map of Cyrodiil which, after years of exploring, was filled with symbols and abrieviations on every landmark and locale. When I die, I'll donate this to the future sensei and apprentices, Ian thought.

Ian closed his eyes and ran his finger oner the map, and opened his eyes on the location. Chorrol, odd I haven't been there in awhile. I wonder how Countess Valga is doing, he mused. It had been 19 long years since the Oblivion Crisis, and 5 years since he was last in Chorrol....... Then something jogged ian's memory, wait isn't tommarow when Chorrol has its festival. The Countess will certainly allow me to attend, 19 years ago Ian had helped the Countess find a stolen hierloom, a portrat of her late husband.
It would be undoubtably worth my time....... so I guess I'll just drop in.....

Ian casted a teleportation spell to Chorrol, and appeared in the middle of the main street......

OCC: oh, yeah Ian won't succumb to her feminine wiles either (If the women in the Siren's Deception couldn't entice him then no one can........ or can they?)

Flint Ironwood

Flint shook Flogir's hand.
,,Flint Ironwood, a smith from North Point in High Rock. Nice to meet you." He said.
,,My bussiness is doing pretty well. If it keeps up like this, I'll have to lighten the load by replacing my money with gemstones."


(I'm off to bed )