Rann
Rann waved and nodded to Flogir to acknowledge him, since he didn't really have enough time to really respond to the hurrying man. Rann saw where he was going and laughed. All his friends seemed to have become important people all of a sudden. He kept walking through the city, feeling a mixture of familiarity and strangeness in it. So much of the city was the same, but so much was different as well because of the battle and subsequent repairs. The young dunmer didn't know how long Council Meetings usually lasted, but he figured he had a few hours to kill before trying to meet up with either Dalrus or Flogir. He already knew which would come first.
Sorry old man, but you'll have to wait your turn.
Rann stopped for a moment to count his money, which turned out to be a measly thirty Septims. He shook his head regretfully as he remembered losing over two hundred gambling with sailors on the ship. Thirty Septims would last him about two days, he figured, if all he bought was a room and food. That left him no extra money to spend on entertaining himself while he waited.
Full Version: To Heir is Human III, Playground 1
Leaning his head on the front gate, he said: 'Listen heress....*sigh*....lady....I just need some mead...and a restroom...' as he pointed, continuing to rest his head on the gate.
'Bah.....I needs some help here sir!' He moaned. Strutting towards the guards, he came to a complete and sudden halt. He stopped to wink an the dunmer woman at the gate, then continued on.
'Hey there, fine gentlemen!? Mind if ya let a man through? I've got to leak ashh bad as a guar!' he said, heavily patting one of the guards on the head.
'Bah.....I needs some help here sir!' He moaned. Strutting towards the guards, he came to a complete and sudden halt. He stopped to wink an the dunmer woman at the gate, then continued on.
'Hey there, fine gentlemen!? Mind if ya let a man through? I've got to leak ashh bad as a guar!' he said, heavily patting one of the guards on the head.
Flen the Tall-Footed Fisher
Near Chorrol Gate
Flen lightly stepped through the mud with four deer skins over his shoulder, almost dragging in the mud. He was already at the end of the road when he left the muddy patch, only a few yards from the gate. As he approached he saw an odd group at the gate and couldn't help but chuckle at the drunk dark elf harassing the guard. He gently pushed the people aside to reach the guards so he could intimidate them. Not in anger, but to merely entertain himself by their scared reaction. His type of humor was always cruel like this, but he doesn't do it often. He mostly picks on the gate keepers when he is in the mood for a good laugh (or a random kid that accidentally bumps into him), but most of the time he's just quiet, grumpy and low-tempered. Maybe it's because he doesn't have anyone that he's even remotely emotional to.
He pushed the drunkard away and approached the guards, who were already a little frightened by him. "Will one of you explain WHY THE HELL THIS GATE ISN'T OPEN!!!!" His voice made one of the guards back away frantically.
(OTC:are you guys inside or outside the gate? If you're inside then I'll edit my post.)
Near Chorrol Gate
Flen lightly stepped through the mud with four deer skins over his shoulder, almost dragging in the mud. He was already at the end of the road when he left the muddy patch, only a few yards from the gate. As he approached he saw an odd group at the gate and couldn't help but chuckle at the drunk dark elf harassing the guard. He gently pushed the people aside to reach the guards so he could intimidate them. Not in anger, but to merely entertain himself by their scared reaction. His type of humor was always cruel like this, but he doesn't do it often. He mostly picks on the gate keepers when he is in the mood for a good laugh (or a random kid that accidentally bumps into him), but most of the time he's just quiet, grumpy and low-tempered. Maybe it's because he doesn't have anyone that he's even remotely emotional to.
He pushed the drunkard away and approached the guards, who were already a little frightened by him. "Will one of you explain WHY THE HELL THIS GATE ISN'T OPEN!!!!" His voice made one of the guards back away frantically.
(OTC:are you guys inside or outside the gate? If you're inside then I'll edit my post.)
Ian, Gold Road
After following the winding road uphill, Nosferatu slowed to a less brisk pace.
Ian sought Kirana's counsel, now that they were away from distractions. "One year since the Silhoutte was banished, I have little faith in the future Altair's golden age of democrasy."
Kirana stirred, "It's too to see whether this will truly bring peace, but we already know our good friend has ulterior motives."
"Even without Altair's shadiness, the Narza'Tai have proven not everyone is accepting of the new direction being taken." Ian noted.
Nosferatu suddenly perked up and grumbled, ending the communion. The vampire saw immediately what it was. "God's Blood....."
He dismounted and approached the bodies, knowing already what he would find. Countess Umbranox of Anvil was dead.
Sorin, on his hands and knees
With a smile on his drunken face, sorin landed on top of one guard, knocking him out as his own body smothered the already dazed guard. 'What in the bloody hell!?' he grumbled. Rolling off the guard, he shoved another one out of his way as he recovered in a hunched-over looking stance.
'Will one of you explain WHY THE HELL THIS GATE ISN'T OPEN!!!!' A hooded man said to the guards. Noting the obvious tail protruding from the man's clothing, he tackled the argonian down; mouting him with his hands freezing his shirt. 'You *hic* want to play games, slave?' he said. His blue eyes glared through his ruffled hair as he exhaled frigidly 'Well.... i can play games too..' finishing with another cold and deep in-and-exhale.
With a smile on his drunken face, sorin landed on top of one guard, knocking him out as his own body smothered the already dazed guard. 'What in the bloody hell!?' he grumbled. Rolling off the guard, he shoved another one out of his way as he recovered in a hunched-over looking stance.
'Will one of you explain WHY THE HELL THIS GATE ISN'T OPEN!!!!' A hooded man said to the guards. Noting the obvious tail protruding from the man's clothing, he tackled the argonian down; mouting him with his hands freezing his shirt. 'You *hic* want to play games, slave?' he said. His blue eyes glared through his ruffled hair as he exhaled frigidly 'Well.... i can play games too..' finishing with another cold and deep in-and-exhale.
Flen the Long-Foot Fisher
Flen scowled at the dunmer, unable to move or do much with his chest freezing. "If it wasn't for your magic to protect you, dark elf, youde be spewing your blood on the street." The Argonian out haled deeply. "And I am no slave. Never was, and never will be." Flen was not as furious as he would normally be, for he couldn't help but admire the dunmer for managing to tackle and restrain him so quickly. It wasn't the first time, but it had been a very long time since he was taken down, and that was with five Imperials, and it took them a great deal of time to pull it off. "No...he couldn't be that good..." He said to himself. "If I hadn't of let my guard down that pathetic drunk would be dead."
Flen scowled at the dunmer, unable to move or do much with his chest freezing. "If it wasn't for your magic to protect you, dark elf, youde be spewing your blood on the street." The Argonian out haled deeply. "And I am no slave. Never was, and never will be." Flen was not as furious as he would normally be, for he couldn't help but admire the dunmer for managing to tackle and restrain him so quickly. It wasn't the first time, but it had been a very long time since he was taken down, and that was with five Imperials, and it took them a great deal of time to pull it off. "No...he couldn't be that good..." He said to himself. "If I hadn't of let my guard down that pathetic drunk would be dead."
Ian
The vampire critically studied the scene, there was the obvious visible clues. Wolf tracks, bite and claw wounds, clear signs of an animal attack.
But Ian wasn't restricted by sight alone, nor was Kirana. There was more than enough to be suspicous about.
"The Countess traveled this road for years, she and her guards should have been able to combat a simple wolf pack." Kirana commented.
Ian silently scanned the nearby area. His eyes picked out nothing out of the ordinary, but then he caught a scent.
The vampire's prow furrowed. This smell was not from the Countess or her entourage, or their attackers.
Ian recognized this smell, and he knew what this meant. "That umbrella seller, no doubt this was done under Altair's orders."
"Are you going to tell the people at Brina Cross?" Kirana asked, sensing her friend's anger.
"No, there are other people who need to know. We shan't shatter Amrita's illusion yet." He answered mounting Nosferatu again.
Savras
Savras lifted his boot of the guard's neck before he flipped the guard over on his back with the same foot. He looked down on the guard, his determined and sharp stare gave a clear and confident message to the guard that he wouldn't hesitate repeating himself if the guard tried something, and to make the message a bit clearer he held the tip of his blade under the guards chin.
Savras looked around himself as he sheathed his sword and pulled a hand through his raven-black hair, revealing his pointy ears for a short moment before his hair settled naturally.
"I'd call it assistance." Savras said with a grin as he walked past the female Dunmer before he made his way through the thick crowd and in to Chorrol.
Savras lifted his boot of the guard's neck before he flipped the guard over on his back with the same foot. He looked down on the guard, his determined and sharp stare gave a clear and confident message to the guard that he wouldn't hesitate repeating himself if the guard tried something, and to make the message a bit clearer he held the tip of his blade under the guards chin.
Savras looked around himself as he sheathed his sword and pulled a hand through his raven-black hair, revealing his pointy ears for a short moment before his hair settled naturally.
"I'd call it assistance." Savras said with a grin as he walked past the female Dunmer before he made his way through the thick crowd and in to Chorrol.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Apr 29 2008, 10:48 PM) 
He comforted her. "Satyana, we talked about raising a child together during the war. Now that it's coming true, we ought to make the most of this chance rather than wish things were different." Issac cupped Satyana's cheek and gently lifted her face so their eyes could meet.
His mind cleared and his comforting was much more sincere. He smiled, "Let's not doubt for a second what we've been blessed with. We weren't raised under the best of circumstances but look at us now, my love." Issac leaned forward and delicately kissed Satyana on the forehead.
Satyana
"So my love, what will be our next move?, Shall we go see Ian?, Anyway I'm ready to go"
As usual Satyana was always prepared to leave on short notice, her satchel was packed with herbs and potions and her longbow was hanging on the wall. All arrows were sharpened and well kept...
OOC: I have actually no idea how to proceed....
If anything doesn't fit in this post I'll edit!
Issac
He considered for a moment. "I know some people who could find Ian before we could."
Issac rose slowly, "We should stay here in Chorrol until the baby is born. The Countess should be informed that I won't be doing any representive work for awhile..."
He trailed off for a moment. "Let's go to Chorrol together, Satyana. We can make some preparations while we're there."
OCC: Brianna and Rahvin are in Chorrol right?
Chorrol, The Oak and (drat... whats the rest of the name...)
Her head tilted at the Imperial sitting next to her. He had been shifting, seat by seat, closer to her for the majority of the last two hours, and now he was finally sitting beside her. "Is therrre something you want?" She asked, purposefully stuttering her r's in the way the furless found so amusing. Sometimes, she berated herself for not using a drunken slur instead. It had the warrented the proper effect, though, the Imperial looked far more interested. Hours later, she left him with nothing but the clothes on his back and a number of empty mugs, she, herself, heading to the gates to go for a walk in the woods. Getting out of the smell of these... cities... is a joy in itself. She murmured quietly to herself as she approached the gate, to come upon a scene of guards, an enraged nord, by the look of him, and a dunmer. Her fur rose on the back of her neck, but she still smiled prefunctionally, inclining her head.
Her head tilted at the Imperial sitting next to her. He had been shifting, seat by seat, closer to her for the majority of the last two hours, and now he was finally sitting beside her. "Is therrre something you want?" She asked, purposefully stuttering her r's in the way the furless found so amusing. Sometimes, she berated herself for not using a drunken slur instead. It had the warrented the proper effect, though, the Imperial looked far more interested. Hours later, she left him with nothing but the clothes on his back and a number of empty mugs, she, herself, heading to the gates to go for a walk in the woods. Getting out of the smell of these... cities... is a joy in itself. She murmured quietly to herself as she approached the gate, to come upon a scene of guards, an enraged nord, by the look of him, and a dunmer. Her fur rose on the back of her neck, but she still smiled prefunctionally, inclining her head.
Dalrus, Council Chambers
Dalrus listened and listened, though the councilor from Elswyr contined to ramble about regulation and control of standard trade ship hulls. Why did it matter what hull they used? If they got the goods faster wasn't that a better thing? But of course Elswyr did not have good ships so they wanted to standardize all the provincial ships so those of Skyrim would not always dominate the ship trade. Why did the councilors always try to hide their self-serving interests inside eloquently prepared and obviously rehearsed speeches? Of course Dalrus did this too, but she usually came out with what she wanted to say within a few minutes, not like these politicians who liked to ramble. Dalrus continued to sketch down notes amid a quagmire of tiny drawings, usually cartoons of some of the councilors. She looked over at Altair and he was wearing the same fake expression of mock-interest she was. He gave her a wink and looked back at the councilor from Elswyr. Dalrus's mind continued to wander and then she looked over at the chair Agrippa usually sat in. I forgot, every third meeting he likes to miss because he believes the council will think he is doing something important she thought humorously.
Finally after about another hour in which only the issue was that there was an increasing amount of litter on the Gold Road, the meeting ended. Dalrus waved to Voltar and Altair and gave the counciloress from Hammerfell a quick hug, they had been friends since they both lived in the Imperial City in their youth. Dalrus was the first to leave the meeting, she hoped their plan of a Triumvirate would come to fruition but let it pass and thought of happier things. Now where'd Rann go?
Dalrus listened and listened, though the councilor from Elswyr contined to ramble about regulation and control of standard trade ship hulls. Why did it matter what hull they used? If they got the goods faster wasn't that a better thing? But of course Elswyr did not have good ships so they wanted to standardize all the provincial ships so those of Skyrim would not always dominate the ship trade. Why did the councilors always try to hide their self-serving interests inside eloquently prepared and obviously rehearsed speeches? Of course Dalrus did this too, but she usually came out with what she wanted to say within a few minutes, not like these politicians who liked to ramble. Dalrus continued to sketch down notes amid a quagmire of tiny drawings, usually cartoons of some of the councilors. She looked over at Altair and he was wearing the same fake expression of mock-interest she was. He gave her a wink and looked back at the councilor from Elswyr. Dalrus's mind continued to wander and then she looked over at the chair Agrippa usually sat in. I forgot, every third meeting he likes to miss because he believes the council will think he is doing something important she thought humorously.
Finally after about another hour in which only the issue was that there was an increasing amount of litter on the Gold Road, the meeting ended. Dalrus waved to Voltar and Altair and gave the counciloress from Hammerfell a quick hug, they had been friends since they both lived in the Imperial City in their youth. Dalrus was the first to leave the meeting, she hoped their plan of a Triumvirate would come to fruition but let it pass and thought of happier things. Now where'd Rann go?
Dan, near the Chorrol gates
The scene had become frantic after several strangers intervened and helped the outnumbered Redguard. Dan chose to simply keep his distance from the struggle and silently watch how events unfolded, choosing wheter to act or not. Since the two strangers were skilled, they quickly overpowered the guards, leaving Dan the simple task of contemplating the events. Since he had no tongue, he could accomplish that task with phenomenal silence, something which many people found unnerving.
The scene took yet another odd turn when a boisterous Dark Elf who had drunk too much spell-cooled mead swaggered in the middle of things, loudly asking the guards to open the gates. An Argonian soon appeared and things took a predictable turn, with the two having a scuffle.
Dan had seen many of these racist scuffles, brawls and arguments in his career as a mercenary so he simply turned aside and waited for things to calm down.
As soon as I can buy that barley and those nails I've been needing to fix the roof, I'll get as far from Chorrol as I can. This place has gotten too crowded for my taste in the last days, Dan reflected as he sat on a nearby rock, waiting for someone to actually open the damned gates. Things were quieter during the war...if a lot more bloody. But I shouldn't complain. Mute men hold no tales, after all.
The scene had become frantic after several strangers intervened and helped the outnumbered Redguard. Dan chose to simply keep his distance from the struggle and silently watch how events unfolded, choosing wheter to act or not. Since the two strangers were skilled, they quickly overpowered the guards, leaving Dan the simple task of contemplating the events. Since he had no tongue, he could accomplish that task with phenomenal silence, something which many people found unnerving.
The scene took yet another odd turn when a boisterous Dark Elf who had drunk too much spell-cooled mead swaggered in the middle of things, loudly asking the guards to open the gates. An Argonian soon appeared and things took a predictable turn, with the two having a scuffle.
Dan had seen many of these racist scuffles, brawls and arguments in his career as a mercenary so he simply turned aside and waited for things to calm down.
As soon as I can buy that barley and those nails I've been needing to fix the roof, I'll get as far from Chorrol as I can. This place has gotten too crowded for my taste in the last days, Dan reflected as he sat on a nearby rock, waiting for someone to actually open the damned gates. Things were quieter during the war...if a lot more bloody. But I shouldn't complain. Mute men hold no tales, after all.
Sorin, very angry
Baffled at the argonian's remarks, Sorin leaned forward; laying much pressure on his neck than entyhing as he switched to having one icy hand on his neck. Taking a knee, he held Flen down with one icy hand enveloping his throat, and raised his free hand, forming a fine-looking blade.
'Its like... i do and i dont hate argonians....he he he....' he sickly cackled. Looking at Flen's eyes, Sorin made a face like he had shivered fora few seconds. And then he stood up to release him.
'Whaa... who... whats going on?' Sorin grumbled. 'Ah! What the hell is all this ice doing on me?' He screamed, trying to shake off the ice. Noting the Downed argonian, he imediately rushed to his aid.
'Are you ok!? Uhh... dont move, ill get this ice off you!' He jibbered, drawing his daedric katana. Slicing through the ice like butter, he dropped his sword to pick up the downed argonian. Grabbing his shirt, he shook him some-what violently to wake him up. wonder why my mouth tastes like throw-up he thought as he continued to shake the argonian up.
Baffled at the argonian's remarks, Sorin leaned forward; laying much pressure on his neck than entyhing as he switched to having one icy hand on his neck. Taking a knee, he held Flen down with one icy hand enveloping his throat, and raised his free hand, forming a fine-looking blade.
'Its like... i do and i dont hate argonians....he he he....' he sickly cackled. Looking at Flen's eyes, Sorin made a face like he had shivered fora few seconds. And then he stood up to release him.
'Whaa... who... whats going on?' Sorin grumbled. 'Ah! What the hell is all this ice doing on me?' He screamed, trying to shake off the ice. Noting the Downed argonian, he imediately rushed to his aid.
'Are you ok!? Uhh... dont move, ill get this ice off you!' He jibbered, drawing his daedric katana. Slicing through the ice like butter, he dropped his sword to pick up the downed argonian. Grabbing his shirt, he shook him some-what violently to wake him up. wonder why my mouth tastes like throw-up he thought as he continued to shake the argonian up.
Goblin Jim's Cave, near Skingrad
There was an unfamiliar scent in the den, it had the goblins on edge. After spending a long time in this place, Goblin Jim himself had developed an awareness of the caverns that normal people just didn't have. Something was amiss here.....
Suddenly, a much more disturbing scent became apparent, fresh blood. The goblins scattered throughout the caverns in search of the scent. Jim sat beside a small fire, content with the knowledge that whatever had disturbed this place would be found soon.
Minutes passed, but he distracted himself with some roasted rat meat. In an instant the fire exploded outward as something landed in it. Jim smelled burning goblin flesh, and the odor from earlier was much more powerful.
His vision gradually recovered from the explosion and he saw the goblin shaman's corpse in the smoldering fire circle. A slight motion in his periphery made him spin, unsheathing his shortsword. He found himself staring at the breastplate of a hulking creature.
The intruder was almost twice as tall as him and had a serpantine neck and head. Its head was covered with a mask-helmet of some sort, making its features impossible to see. It growled, a deep warbling rumble, threateningly.
The scent of goblins was all over its armor, and Jim knew all his friends here were all dead. He stayed still, staring where he guessed the being's eyes were. Finally, he attempted to speak. "Wha-"
His question was cut off promptly as the creature grasped his throat with one three-fingered hand. Goblin Jim couldn't managed a gargle, the being's grip was too powerful for any sound to escape his throat. As if he wieghed no more than a twig, the being lifted him off the floor and it held him level with its head.
In one powerful motion, the being threw the human over the edge of his platuea. Jim managed a brief gasp for his burning lungs before striking the floor below. Death took him without hesitation.
Flogir
Flogir stood up and stretched out his aging muscles after the lengthy council meeting was adjourned. His mood was not in a good one as the man he reluctantly wanted to speak to had not arrived. Agrippa supposedly had better things to do.
"Probably sit around in his office, admiring the picture of himself..." Flogir muttered. A councilor turned around with an inquiring look to the Home Guard General but Flogir waved him away by passing it off as talking to himself.
He bid the rest of the council good day and left the Council Chambers shortly after Dalrus left. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do this this way, but with Agrippa being a no-show for the meeting, Flogir was forced to meet the Agrippa on his terms. He made his way to Agrippa's office and asked the two hulking guards standing outside to let him see their commander.
Flogir stood up and stretched out his aging muscles after the lengthy council meeting was adjourned. His mood was not in a good one as the man he reluctantly wanted to speak to had not arrived. Agrippa supposedly had better things to do.
"Probably sit around in his office, admiring the picture of himself..." Flogir muttered. A councilor turned around with an inquiring look to the Home Guard General but Flogir waved him away by passing it off as talking to himself.
He bid the rest of the council good day and left the Council Chambers shortly after Dalrus left. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do this this way, but with Agrippa being a no-show for the meeting, Flogir was forced to meet the Agrippa on his terms. He made his way to Agrippa's office and asked the two hulking guards standing outside to let him see their commander.
Rann
Rann had killed most of his free time at the Feed Bag. It was exactly as he remembered it from before the Akaviri Invasion; cheap and bland, but filling. Now, though, he sat on a bench in the Elven Gardens munching on his final piece of bread, still wondering what his long term plan was. His ideas ended with meeting up with Dalrus and Flogir.
That thought reminded him that the council meeting would likely be over by now. He tossed the rest of his bread to the birds and started walking back towards the Council Chambers. On his arrival, he saw the councilors exiting the building, and soon spotted Dalrus as well.
He waved to get her attention, as he didn't want to interrupt whatever important work it was that councilors did.
Rann had killed most of his free time at the Feed Bag. It was exactly as he remembered it from before the Akaviri Invasion; cheap and bland, but filling. Now, though, he sat on a bench in the Elven Gardens munching on his final piece of bread, still wondering what his long term plan was. His ideas ended with meeting up with Dalrus and Flogir.
That thought reminded him that the council meeting would likely be over by now. He tossed the rest of his bread to the birds and started walking back towards the Council Chambers. On his arrival, he saw the councilors exiting the building, and soon spotted Dalrus as well.
He waved to get her attention, as he didn't want to interrupt whatever important work it was that councilors did.
Flen the Long-Foot Fisher
Confused, suspicious and too drained (at the moment) to do anything dumb and irrational (like cutting his or someone else's throat), he just gave him a look that said "I really hate you right now". He could push him again, but it didn't seem to go too well last time. "It would be wise to not do it again...." he spoke darkly, and he really did mean it. He would let it slip this time, but if he gets pushed too far there will be blood to pay (though he wouldn't be foolish enough to go at him immediately. He doesn't even know his weakness yet, if he has one.) He tried to put these thoughts aside for the moment, and decided to focus on the first problem. "Do they want me to climb over?" he sarcasticaly asked himself. "This day is odd....I need a drink....need to think things over."
Confused, suspicious and too drained (at the moment) to do anything dumb and irrational (like cutting his or someone else's throat), he just gave him a look that said "I really hate you right now". He could push him again, but it didn't seem to go too well last time. "It would be wise to not do it again...." he spoke darkly, and he really did mean it. He would let it slip this time, but if he gets pushed too far there will be blood to pay (though he wouldn't be foolish enough to go at him immediately. He doesn't even know his weakness yet, if he has one.) He tried to put these thoughts aside for the moment, and decided to focus on the first problem. "Do they want me to climb over?" he sarcasticaly asked himself. "This day is odd....I need a drink....need to think things over."
Issac
He guided the horses from the small stable to the front of the homestead. Issac mounted his chestnut horse with care, and lead the way to the road to Chorrol. We might not be able to ride like this in a while. He realized.
The Altmer had on hand on the reins of his horse and the other gripping his staff which gleamed in the sunlight. "Let's get moving, Satyana, before the normal parade of clients and issues reaches the Countess."
Dalrus, Tower
Dalrus looked around and saw Rann waving to her. gods he's hot she thought to herself. She pulled the band that kept her hair in the pony tail off and whipped her hair out of her face. She sprinted over to Rann and gave him a leaping hug, so he was holding her up. "It was so boring! But it's over," she laughed. When she was finally on the ground again she looked up at Rann's face. "So where do you want to go first?" she said excitedly.
General Agrippa, Legion Section
Another visitor? I better act natural he thought to himself. He grabbed a bunch of maps and old papers and threw them pell-mell over his desk. He always found it looked more important if he had a copious amount of paper work on his desk. Though he kept the little gold plack that stated his position out on the clear part of his desk.
"Who is it?," he said in his well practiced drawl.
Dalrus looked around and saw Rann waving to her. gods he's hot she thought to herself. She pulled the band that kept her hair in the pony tail off and whipped her hair out of her face. She sprinted over to Rann and gave him a leaping hug, so he was holding her up. "It was so boring! But it's over," she laughed. When she was finally on the ground again she looked up at Rann's face. "So where do you want to go first?" she said excitedly.
General Agrippa, Legion Section
Another visitor? I better act natural he thought to himself. He grabbed a bunch of maps and old papers and threw them pell-mell over his desk. He always found it looked more important if he had a copious amount of paper work on his desk. Though he kept the little gold plack that stated his position out on the clear part of his desk.
"Who is it?," he said in his well practiced drawl.
Flogir, Legion Quarters
"It's General Flogir of the Home Guard. We've got business to attend to," Flogir answered flatly through the closed door. The tedious meeting had relieved the General of all his patience.
"It's General Flogir of the Home Guard. We've got business to attend to," Flogir answered flatly through the closed door. The tedious meeting had relieved the General of all his patience.
Rann
"What about the Arboretum?" he asked, "I heard that most everything has grown back."
He took her hand and they walked in that direction. It was mid-afternoon and the sun, though getting lower now, sat high in the sky. Most of the plants in the Arboretum had indeed recovered, but a few of the trees were disfigured from the battle that took place a year before. If Rann had been paying much attention to the trees, he would've thought that they only added to the majesty of the rebuilt city.
"So what's happened while I was gone?" he asked, giving Dalrus a playful nudge.
"What about the Arboretum?" he asked, "I heard that most everything has grown back."
He took her hand and they walked in that direction. It was mid-afternoon and the sun, though getting lower now, sat high in the sky. Most of the plants in the Arboretum had indeed recovered, but a few of the trees were disfigured from the battle that took place a year before. If Rann had been paying much attention to the trees, he would've thought that they only added to the majesty of the rebuilt city.
"So what's happened while I was gone?" he asked, giving Dalrus a playful nudge.
Haldin, James, Archades, outside of Chorrol.
Haldin and Archades both gave a long suffering sigh from where they were mounted on their horses as they tried to block out the steady stream of boastful tales coming from their last companion. James had fortunately mellowed out somewhat after the war, but he was still an insufferable sarcastic git sometimes, and after three hours of constant prattling about contupers and football or some such nonsense Haldin had enough.
"James, kindly take a biscuit then shut the hell up", he said tiredly as he handed over some of his homemade biscuits, and fortunately James stopped talking and went on to eat as many as fast as possible, beside him Archades sighed in relief.
"So Haldin, might I ask why we are going to Chorrol, we have no evidence at all that your dissappeared aunt is anywhere near here", Archades said as he studied Haldin.
Haldin simply raised an eyebrow at the venerable mage. "Who ever said that we came here looking for Salina, no I simply wanted to return to Cyrodiil a bit, and Chorrol is the closest city from the direction we have been travelling, besides we need a place to stay and Chorrol is a good a place as any, an no Aylied ruins do not make good resting places, they are usually filled with bandits and other undead if you remember".
"Fine", Archades said with a sigh. "I cant help it that I find Aylied ruins fascinating".
In silence they rode a little further, and then they could see a huge group staqnding outside the gate for some reason, though with the way guards acted these days they were not really surprised.
"Look it's the old goat", James said suddenly as he stared over the group of people, and true enough standing a reasonable distance away from the maingroup stood an old Nord whom neither Haldin nor James had seen in over a year, and before Haldin or Archades could offer a warning James shot forward on his horse.
"Always on the move", Archades mumbled dejectedly as both he and Haldin spurred their horses onwards as well.
"Ello you old man", James said jovially as he jumped from the saddle and landed before Dan. "You owe me a bottle of Flin now that the war is over remember?" he said with a grin.
"I apologise for his behavior Dan, it has been some time since we last met", Haldin said with a nod as he dismounted. Allow me to introduce our final traveling companion Archades Dupious", he said as he gestured to the white haired Altmer.
Haldin and Archades both gave a long suffering sigh from where they were mounted on their horses as they tried to block out the steady stream of boastful tales coming from their last companion. James had fortunately mellowed out somewhat after the war, but he was still an insufferable sarcastic git sometimes, and after three hours of constant prattling about contupers and football or some such nonsense Haldin had enough.
"James, kindly take a biscuit then shut the hell up", he said tiredly as he handed over some of his homemade biscuits, and fortunately James stopped talking and went on to eat as many as fast as possible, beside him Archades sighed in relief.
"So Haldin, might I ask why we are going to Chorrol, we have no evidence at all that your dissappeared aunt is anywhere near here", Archades said as he studied Haldin.
Haldin simply raised an eyebrow at the venerable mage. "Who ever said that we came here looking for Salina, no I simply wanted to return to Cyrodiil a bit, and Chorrol is the closest city from the direction we have been travelling, besides we need a place to stay and Chorrol is a good a place as any, an no Aylied ruins do not make good resting places, they are usually filled with bandits and other undead if you remember".
"Fine", Archades said with a sigh. "I cant help it that I find Aylied ruins fascinating".
In silence they rode a little further, and then they could see a huge group staqnding outside the gate for some reason, though with the way guards acted these days they were not really surprised.
"Look it's the old goat", James said suddenly as he stared over the group of people, and true enough standing a reasonable distance away from the maingroup stood an old Nord whom neither Haldin nor James had seen in over a year, and before Haldin or Archades could offer a warning James shot forward on his horse.
"Always on the move", Archades mumbled dejectedly as both he and Haldin spurred their horses onwards as well.
"Ello you old man", James said jovially as he jumped from the saddle and landed before Dan. "You owe me a bottle of Flin now that the war is over remember?" he said with a grin.
"I apologise for his behavior Dan, it has been some time since we last met", Haldin said with a nod as he dismounted. Allow me to introduce our final traveling companion Archades Dupious", he said as he gestured to the white haired Altmer.
Dan, outside Chorrol
While Dan stood and watched on, he heard some voices calling in his direction. At first he sighed, thinking some more ignorant foreigners had come to Chorrol to gape at the closed gates and the dazed guards, but as he lazily turned his head in the direction of the newcomers, his face lit up.
In front stood two men that Dan thought to be dead: Haldin and James. Haldin was the Dunmer warrior that had intervened in Dan's first clash with the Akaviri champion, riding bravely through the enemy ranks so as to reach the breach in the walls, and James was a misfit who had saved Dan's life twice, and who had almost died fighting the alien beast after dealing the creature a terrible blow with his odd dirks.
Dan felt quite pleased and surprised to see the two standing before him, along with a mage who he did not know. If he had a tongue he would have shouted out proclaiming his joy and surprise but since he didn't, he simply rose and smiled, after a faint attempt at chuckling. Without a tongue, his mouth only made an unnerving gurgling sound. He still abandoned his stiff politeness, however, hugging both James and Haldin at once with his sturdy arms.
"It is truly wonderful to see you both here, my friends! Truly, true companions come unlooked for, as you two did during the siege, all those months ago. It was only a year, but already it seems like we have been parted for ages. How great it is to be reunited once more!" Dan said with a hearty telepathic tone. He then turned to James, smiling even more.
"And I remember my promise, you mischievous imp. Let it never be said that Dan does not hold his word! As soon as we enter the city, I'll buy you the finest flin this city has to offer and it there is none, I'll take you all the way to Morrowind to find some." Dan said, smiling as he did. "But then you'd have to pay for the drinks since I'm not that rich."
While Dan stood and watched on, he heard some voices calling in his direction. At first he sighed, thinking some more ignorant foreigners had come to Chorrol to gape at the closed gates and the dazed guards, but as he lazily turned his head in the direction of the newcomers, his face lit up.
In front stood two men that Dan thought to be dead: Haldin and James. Haldin was the Dunmer warrior that had intervened in Dan's first clash with the Akaviri champion, riding bravely through the enemy ranks so as to reach the breach in the walls, and James was a misfit who had saved Dan's life twice, and who had almost died fighting the alien beast after dealing the creature a terrible blow with his odd dirks.
Dan felt quite pleased and surprised to see the two standing before him, along with a mage who he did not know. If he had a tongue he would have shouted out proclaiming his joy and surprise but since he didn't, he simply rose and smiled, after a faint attempt at chuckling. Without a tongue, his mouth only made an unnerving gurgling sound. He still abandoned his stiff politeness, however, hugging both James and Haldin at once with his sturdy arms.
"It is truly wonderful to see you both here, my friends! Truly, true companions come unlooked for, as you two did during the siege, all those months ago. It was only a year, but already it seems like we have been parted for ages. How great it is to be reunited once more!" Dan said with a hearty telepathic tone. He then turned to James, smiling even more.
"And I remember my promise, you mischievous imp. Let it never be said that Dan does not hold his word! As soon as we enter the city, I'll buy you the finest flin this city has to offer and it there is none, I'll take you all the way to Morrowind to find some." Dan said, smiling as he did. "But then you'd have to pay for the drinks since I'm not that rich."
Saira, Chorrol Gates
Moving back like an autumn breeze into the trees, she watched a... touching, if quiet, reunion. The gate had yet to open, the nord and other combatants stilldoing whatever they were doing, while the guards stood about in thier daze. She smiled, Someone one-upped the guards for once.
Moving back like an autumn breeze into the trees, she watched a... touching, if quiet, reunion. The gate had yet to open, the nord and other combatants stilldoing whatever they were doing, while the guards stood about in thier daze. She smiled, Someone one-upped the guards for once.
Flen the Long-Foot Fisher
Flen picked up the deer skin he had previously dropped and immediatly slid through the opening gates when it the gap was wide enough for his slim body to fit. "This is my last shipment" he said to the owner of the tavern as he walked in.
"What do you mean?" the owner asked in surprise.
"I'm done. I have no home. I need real pay." He replied as he threw the skins ontop a stack of crates.
"Where will you go?!" he asked, annoyed the argonian is doing this at short notice.
Flen left the tavern without saying anything else. "I don't know..."
Flen picked up the deer skin he had previously dropped and immediatly slid through the opening gates when it the gap was wide enough for his slim body to fit. "This is my last shipment" he said to the owner of the tavern as he walked in.
"What do you mean?" the owner asked in surprise.
"I'm done. I have no home. I need real pay." He replied as he threw the skins ontop a stack of crates.
"Where will you go?!" he asked, annoyed the argonian is doing this at short notice.
Flen left the tavern without saying anything else. "I don't know..."
QUOTE(Agent Griff @ May 6 2008, 07:27 PM)
Dan, outside Chorrol
While Dan stood and watched on, he heard some voices calling in his direction. At first he sighed, thinking some more ignorant foreigners had come to Chorrol to gape at the closed gates and the dazed guards, but as he lazily turned his head in the direction of the newcomers, his face lit up.
In front stood two men that Dan thought to be dead: Haldin and James. Haldin was the Dunmer warrior that had intervened in Dan's first clash with the Akaviri champion, riding bravely through the enemy ranks so as to reach the breach in the walls, and James was a misfit who had saved Dan's life twice, and who had almost died fighting the alien beast after dealing the creature a terrible blow with his odd dirks.
Dan felt quite pleased and surprised to see the two standing before him, along with a mage who he did not know. If he had a tongue he would have shouted out proclaiming his joy and surprise but since he didn't, he simply rose and smiled, after a faint attempt at chuckling. Without a tongue, his mouth only made an unnerving gurgling sound. He still abandoned his stiff politeness, however, hugging both James and Haldin at once with his sturdy arms.
"It is truly wonderful to see you both here, my friends! Truly, true companions come unlooked for, as you two did during the siege, all those months ago. It was only a year, but already it seems like we have been parted for ages. How great it is to be reunited once more!" Dan said with a hearty telepathic tone. He then turned to James, smiling even more.
"And I remember my promise, you mischievous imp. Let it never be said that Dan does not hold his word! As soon as we enter the city, I'll buy you the finest flin this city has to offer and it there is none, I'll take you all the way to Morrowind to find some." Dan said, smiling as he did. "But then you'd have to pay for the drinks since I'm not that rich."
James, Haldin, Archades, outside Chorrol gate
James laughed. "Thats good to hear old man, but I'm afraid that Haldin here will have to buy us drinks, for some strange reason I'm not allowed to have any money for my personal use, strange is it not?" he said as he glared balefully at Haldin who simply raised an eyebrow.
"That may have to do with the fact that Archades and I sent you into town with all of our money to buys suplies and what do we get? oh yes I remember now, you bought yourself a whole new wardrobe which you have yet to use by the way, one big cag of ale before getting absolutely sloshed at the tavern", he snapped sarcastically at James who pouted.
"Yes well...don't listen to him Dan, we know better right?" he said with a grin as he popped the cork of a bottle of brandy before taking a heavy gulp.
Dan
Dan would have laughed but he was nonetheless glad that his friends had not changed. Well, the friends that he had met so far. He hadn't seen many of the people he had known during the war for quite some time. Thankfully, Haldin and James were the same.
"And I am honoured to meet you also, master Archades. It is long since my eyes have set upon a spell-weaver such as yourself." Dan said with a nod towards the wizard. "So, what brings you to Chorrol? Such an odd lot as yourselves travelling together, now that's sure to attract attention."
Hopefully not unwanted attention, Dan thought to himself.
Dan would have laughed but he was nonetheless glad that his friends had not changed. Well, the friends that he had met so far. He hadn't seen many of the people he had known during the war for quite some time. Thankfully, Haldin and James were the same.
"And I am honoured to meet you also, master Archades. It is long since my eyes have set upon a spell-weaver such as yourself." Dan said with a nod towards the wizard. "So, what brings you to Chorrol? Such an odd lot as yourselves travelling together, now that's sure to attract attention."
Hopefully not unwanted attention, Dan thought to himself.
Sorin, tailing Flen
Confused of the current events, sorin thought to him self 'This is the third day I've zoned out. Looking towards the sky, he shifted his attention his sword.
He came to a slight jog as he picked his sword off the floor as he tailed the argonian. 'Think I owe him an apology.... and maybe a drink...because I sure as hell need one..' He said.
Looking for the argoinian, he caught the fellow trudging from a tavern. 'Hey! You feelin alright? How bout a drink? Hear this tavern has some great wine and some finely roasted deer meat!' he exclamed.
'Im really sorry, I didn't meen to come close with my sword, I was just tryin' ta help ya with the ice you had on your self' he explained. 'This isn't the first time I've dozed off into problems...this happens alot;' he said sadly, but happly followed up, saying 'But hey! At least im gaining valuable knowlage and experincing the life out of the jeril mountains!'
Confused of the current events, sorin thought to him self 'This is the third day I've zoned out. Looking towards the sky, he shifted his attention his sword.
He came to a slight jog as he picked his sword off the floor as he tailed the argonian. 'Think I owe him an apology.... and maybe a drink...because I sure as hell need one..' He said.
Looking for the argoinian, he caught the fellow trudging from a tavern. 'Hey! You feelin alright? How bout a drink? Hear this tavern has some great wine and some finely roasted deer meat!' he exclamed.
'Im really sorry, I didn't meen to come close with my sword, I was just tryin' ta help ya with the ice you had on your self' he explained. 'This isn't the first time I've dozed off into problems...this happens alot;' he said sadly, but happly followed up, saying 'But hey! At least im gaining valuable knowlage and experincing the life out of the jeril mountains!'
Flen
It was just one thing after the other for this argonian. Now the dunmer was apologizing? He was acting innocent, as if his previous actions had never happened. Flen saw it as a sick joke, as if he was laughing at him. His expression soon turned from confused to furious. His knuckles cracked from the fierce grip of his fist.
It was just one thing after the other for this argonian. Now the dunmer was apologizing? He was acting innocent, as if his previous actions had never happened. Flen saw it as a sick joke, as if he was laughing at him. His expression soon turned from confused to furious. His knuckles cracked from the fierce grip of his fist.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ May 5 2008, 10:54 PM)
Issac
He guided the horses from the small stable to the front of the homestead. Issac mounted his chestnut horse with care, and lead the way to the road to Chorrol. We might not be able to ride like this in a while. He realized.
The Altmer had on hand on the reins of his horse and the other gripping his staff which gleamed in the sunlight. "Let's get moving, Satyana, before the normal parade of clients and issues reaches the Countess."
Satyana
She smiled and followed Issac. The sun was shining bright and she enjoyed riding along the narrow road with the man she loved.
I hope our folks will be happy about the baby.. oh I really want to tell Rann....if he will speak to me , that is
The black steed felt warm under her back and for a moment she thought nothing bad would ever happen to her again....
Issac, nearing Chorrol
The homestead was not far from the city, which made the commute there almost everyday easier on them both. As they neared the main gate, Issac noticed a gathering crowd of people. Curious, people normally gather at the Great Oak not the main gates to socialize.
Normally people kept their horses in the stables outside the city, or paid to hitch them beside on of the inns, but since both Issac and Satyana had regular business in the Castle, they were able to keep their horses in the courtyard.
The Altmer lead Satyana toward the gates, skirting the main mass of the crowd.
Agrippa, Imperial Fort
Agrippa's face became stonelike when Flogir refused to exchange pleasantries. The differences between the two men could not be more evident than now. Agrippa quickly recovered "Umm business? I was not aware of any business, though I suppose I cannot know when every business affair I'm involved in has a problem," he said hautily. "What is the issue now? I suppose some of your men have been arguing with some of my men?" he said as if it was Flogir's fault.
Dalrus, Arboretum
Dalrus looked over at Rann and smiled "A lot of stuff has been going on, I've hardly had time for anything but work," she said truthfully. "The months after the battle in the Imperial City were some of the busiest times I have ever seen here. Obviously a year and a half long siege will do a lot of damage to a city, however, I did not know how much damage. It was incredible, the Plaza, Elven Garden, and Temple districts were hardly more than ashes and rubble. The Green Emperor way was utterly destroyed, the Arboretum was practically burnt, and the corpses in the city were more than likely outnumbering the living. So many citizens and soldiers died, I am surprised the population of the city could sustain such losses. However, we pulled through those awful months. I completely forgot about the Arcane University. The Mages guild spent all of our time here, helping, that we forgot about our headquarters. We were all living in a large string of apartments in the Market district," she stopped and looked as if she was trying to remember.
"When we arrived in the Arcane University we were not sure what to expect. We got attacked there, some of the Akaviri mages decided to start and opperation there. You see the tower was the only thing left, everything else had been destroyed. We fought with them and won after quite the fight, the Legion and Homeguard came in at the end and together we wiped out the remaining mages who had held themselves up in my bedroom." she stopped and examined a flower for a second before reverting back to her story.
"So the work of reconstruction began. We had more skilled mages than the mages guild ever had and so the Arcane University is much better now. All the buildings are rebuilt and enchantments are so deep into the place it is unlikely ever to be destroyed. When you walk in you will see that the floor is always covered in a mist. The Dining hall has been refurbished and is now a great building all its own. We have transports which take people to meditatation centers which are far out in the ocean. The Mystic Archives are enormous and the books float without bookcases. Now all you need to do is ask the librarian and she will summon the book. Dueling has become more involved in our lessons, battle mages are in higher demand as a major because of the war last year. I myself teach the Senior Dueling class and also the class on Ancient Runes, though that is not my favorite. Since I have united all the masters of the magic classes we have been in much better shape," she finished her story and looked over at Rann.
Agrippa's face became stonelike when Flogir refused to exchange pleasantries. The differences between the two men could not be more evident than now. Agrippa quickly recovered "Umm business? I was not aware of any business, though I suppose I cannot know when every business affair I'm involved in has a problem," he said hautily. "What is the issue now? I suppose some of your men have been arguing with some of my men?" he said as if it was Flogir's fault.
Dalrus, Arboretum
Dalrus looked over at Rann and smiled "A lot of stuff has been going on, I've hardly had time for anything but work," she said truthfully. "The months after the battle in the Imperial City were some of the busiest times I have ever seen here. Obviously a year and a half long siege will do a lot of damage to a city, however, I did not know how much damage. It was incredible, the Plaza, Elven Garden, and Temple districts were hardly more than ashes and rubble. The Green Emperor way was utterly destroyed, the Arboretum was practically burnt, and the corpses in the city were more than likely outnumbering the living. So many citizens and soldiers died, I am surprised the population of the city could sustain such losses. However, we pulled through those awful months. I completely forgot about the Arcane University. The Mages guild spent all of our time here, helping, that we forgot about our headquarters. We were all living in a large string of apartments in the Market district," she stopped and looked as if she was trying to remember.
"When we arrived in the Arcane University we were not sure what to expect. We got attacked there, some of the Akaviri mages decided to start and opperation there. You see the tower was the only thing left, everything else had been destroyed. We fought with them and won after quite the fight, the Legion and Homeguard came in at the end and together we wiped out the remaining mages who had held themselves up in my bedroom." she stopped and examined a flower for a second before reverting back to her story.
"So the work of reconstruction began. We had more skilled mages than the mages guild ever had and so the Arcane University is much better now. All the buildings are rebuilt and enchantments are so deep into the place it is unlikely ever to be destroyed. When you walk in you will see that the floor is always covered in a mist. The Dining hall has been refurbished and is now a great building all its own. We have transports which take people to meditatation centers which are far out in the ocean. The Mystic Archives are enormous and the books float without bookcases. Now all you need to do is ask the librarian and she will summon the book. Dueling has become more involved in our lessons, battle mages are in higher demand as a major because of the war last year. I myself teach the Senior Dueling class and also the class on Ancient Runes, though that is not my favorite. Since I have united all the masters of the magic classes we have been in much better shape," she finished her story and looked over at Rann.
Flogir
Flogir walked into the office upon hearing Agrippa's remark. Flogir's scowl clearly displayed his mood over the current situation. As he took a seat he still decided to take a civil tone of voice with the Legion Commander.
"It has come to my attention that a few of my men are currently incarcerated for assaulting off-duty Legionnaires. I have heard accounts claiming that your men goaded mine into the brawl. I've come to seek an amicable release of my men," Flogir plainly stated.
Flogir walked into the office upon hearing Agrippa's remark. Flogir's scowl clearly displayed his mood over the current situation. As he took a seat he still decided to take a civil tone of voice with the Legion Commander.
"It has come to my attention that a few of my men are currently incarcerated for assaulting off-duty Legionnaires. I have heard accounts claiming that your men goaded mine into the brawl. I've come to seek an amicable release of my men," Flogir plainly stated.
Sorin, in the streets of chorrol
'Whats wrong with you? You look angry' he said, noting the obvious glare he was reciving from Flen. Felling somewhat confused, he asked him 'Whats wrong with you? I said i was sorry... theres no need for any hate.'
'If any wrongs or injustice has been placed onto you, im sorry, but thats not my fault.... you're just going to have to forgive and forget friend!' Sorin said. He dusted the argonian's shirt, while still beckoning him to have a meal at the inn
'Whats wrong with you? You look angry' he said, noting the obvious glare he was reciving from Flen. Felling somewhat confused, he asked him 'Whats wrong with you? I said i was sorry... theres no need for any hate.'
'If any wrongs or injustice has been placed onto you, im sorry, but thats not my fault.... you're just going to have to forgive and forget friend!' Sorin said. He dusted the argonian's shirt, while still beckoning him to have a meal at the inn
Saira, Outside Chorrol
She edged from the willowy trees about the road, and mingled through the crowd, careful not to step on toes or get her tail caught on anything, from a knights shield to under a adventurers foot. She made it to the other side in time to take advantage of the ripples of space the two horses were making in the mob, and followed behind them as they headed into town.
She edged from the willowy trees about the road, and mingled through the crowd, careful not to step on toes or get her tail caught on anything, from a knights shield to under a adventurers foot. She made it to the other side in time to take advantage of the ripples of space the two horses were making in the mob, and followed behind them as they headed into town.
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ May 11 2008, 04:43 PM)
Dalrus, Arboretum
Dalrus looked over at Rann and smiled "A lot of stuff has been going on, I've hardly had time for anything but work," she said truthfully. "The months after the battle in the Imperial City were some of the busiest times I have ever seen here. Obviously a year and a half long siege will do a lot of damage to a city, however, I did not know how much damage. It was incredible, the Plaza, Elven Garden, and Temple districts were hardly more than ashes and rubble. The Green Emperor way was utterly destroyed, the Arboretum was practically burnt, and the corpses in the city were more than likely outnumbering the living. So many citizens and soldiers died, I am surprised the population of the city could sustain such losses. However, we pulled through those awful months. I completely forgot about the Arcane University. The Mages guild spent all of our time here, helping, that we forgot about our headquarters. We were all living in a large string of apartments in the Market district," she stopped and looked as if she was trying to remember.
"When we arrived in the Arcane University we were not sure what to expect. We got attacked there, some of the Akaviri mages decided to start and opperation there. You see the tower was the only thing left, everything else had been destroyed. We fought with them and won after quite the fight, the Legion and Homeguard came in at the end and together we wiped out the remaining mages who had held themselves up in my bedroom." she stopped and examined a flower for a second before reverting back to her story.
"So the work of reconstruction began. We had more skilled mages than the mages guild ever had and so the Arcane University is much better now. All the buildings are rebuilt and enchantments are so deep into the place it is unlikely ever to be destroyed. When you walk in you will see that the floor is always covered in a mist. The Dining hall has been refurbished and is now a great building all its own. We have transports which take people to meditatation centers which are far out in the ocean. The Mystic Archives are enormous and the books float without bookcases. Now all you need to do is ask the librarian and she will summon the book. Dueling has become more involved in our lessons, battle mages are in higher demand as a major because of the war last year. I myself teach the Senior Dueling class and also the class on Ancient Runes, though that is not my favorite. Since I have united all the masters of the magic classes we have been in much better shape," she finished her story and looked over at Rann.
Rann
"Sounds like we were both pretty busy. While I was in the Isles, I lived with an altmer mage named Orindion, whose father knew my grandfather and actually created the enchantment that's on my arm. So I spent most of my time doing work for him in exchange for his research into his father's notes and spells. I wasn't legally allowed out of Firsthold, except for one trip to Alinor, but Orindion still sent me other places."
Rann suddenly changed subjects as something he forgot popped into his head, "And I figured out that I actually have a last name. It's "Valas". I'm not sure if I like it or not, but at least I have something interesting to tell my father whenever I see him next."
They walked in silence for a moment before Rann spoke up again, "You know I was joking earlier, right? I really did miss you."
Agrippa, Imperial Fort
Agrippa gave an entirely fake smile to Flogir and pretended to put away important documents. "Well I suppose we could be exchanging accounts of 'they goaded that group,' or 'they were seen arguing with them,' all day but the fact remains, they attacked my men off-duty, so obviously it would be a tedious amount of paperwork, and quite frankly a large amount of illegal use of my powers. I am not sure about you but the powers vested to me by the most illustrious government is not to be tampered with because of four men were incarcerated, I am sure you understand," he smiled again and beckoned to the wine glass on the desk. This was of course...bullsh** for Agrippa constantly used his powers illegally and rarely thought before using his influence for his own gain, but when it suited him he lied his way through everything.
Dalrus, Arboretum
Dalrus enjoyed hearing about his trip to the Summerset Isles, she had only been there once and that was for a quick but decisive training session with one of the best Destruction teachers. That had been years ago.
"Don't worry about it, I knew you were joking, I was just really happy you were back so I was emotional," she smiled at him. Valas huh? Rann Valas, sounds sexy, sounds like a Dunmer model she thought to herself. "Dalrus Varus and Rann Valas, not too different," she laughed. "Dalrus Valas...sounds good," she let it slip before she could stop herself. She looked up at Rann, embarrassed.
Agrippa gave an entirely fake smile to Flogir and pretended to put away important documents. "Well I suppose we could be exchanging accounts of 'they goaded that group,' or 'they were seen arguing with them,' all day but the fact remains, they attacked my men off-duty, so obviously it would be a tedious amount of paperwork, and quite frankly a large amount of illegal use of my powers. I am not sure about you but the powers vested to me by the most illustrious government is not to be tampered with because of four men were incarcerated, I am sure you understand," he smiled again and beckoned to the wine glass on the desk. This was of course...bullsh** for Agrippa constantly used his powers illegally and rarely thought before using his influence for his own gain, but when it suited him he lied his way through everything.
Dalrus, Arboretum
Dalrus enjoyed hearing about his trip to the Summerset Isles, she had only been there once and that was for a quick but decisive training session with one of the best Destruction teachers. That had been years ago.
"Don't worry about it, I knew you were joking, I was just really happy you were back so I was emotional," she smiled at him. Valas huh? Rann Valas, sounds sexy, sounds like a Dunmer model she thought to herself. "Dalrus Varus and Rann Valas, not too different," she laughed. "Dalrus Valas...sounds good," she let it slip before she could stop herself. She looked up at Rann, embarrassed.
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ May 14 2008, 04:32 PM)
Dalrus, Arboretum
Dalrus enjoyed hearing about his trip to the Summerset Isles, she had only been there once and that was for a quick but decisive training session with one of the best Destruction teachers. That had been years ago.
"Don't worry about it, I knew you were joking, I was just really happy you were back so I was emotional," she smiled at him. Valas huh? Rann Valas, sounds sexy, sounds like a Dunmer model she thought to herself. "Dalrus Varus and Rann Valas, not too different," she laughed. "Dalrus Valas...sounds good," she let it slip before she could stop herself. She looked up at Rann, embarrassed.
Rann
Rann couldn't help but smile after Dalrus' obvious slip of the tongue, but he still didn't know what to say. He ultimately decided to say nothing. Instead he moved closer to her, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her.
Flogir
Flogir suppressed a sigh and took the wine and poured two glasses. It appeared he would have to do some convincing. He was going to disappoint Agrippa by not groveling. Flogir knew Agrippa liked to receive the treatment of a king but Flogir was not prepared to give that to him.
Flogir took a sip of the wine and managed to keep a straight face. Wine was not his alcohol of choice; too fruity for his tastes.
"A simple pardon would actually clear things up quite quickly. Very little paperwork is required for that," Flogir began before pausing to take another sip. "I'll even do you a favour and write the paperwork for you. All you'll simply need to do is sign it."
Flogir suppressed a sigh and took the wine and poured two glasses. It appeared he would have to do some convincing. He was going to disappoint Agrippa by not groveling. Flogir knew Agrippa liked to receive the treatment of a king but Flogir was not prepared to give that to him.
Flogir took a sip of the wine and managed to keep a straight face. Wine was not his alcohol of choice; too fruity for his tastes.
"A simple pardon would actually clear things up quite quickly. Very little paperwork is required for that," Flogir began before pausing to take another sip. "I'll even do you a favour and write the paperwork for you. All you'll simply need to do is sign it."
Amili Canthus -> Chorrol; Gates
Amili pushed her way through the crowd to a wall in an attempt to get away from the torrent of people. Amili noticed an Altmer leading another around the crowd on a horse, heading towards the gates.
Cripes. Don't tell me those n'wahs think they can just trot into the city with those things.
Edit: For accuracy
Amili pushed her way through the crowd to a wall in an attempt to get away from the torrent of people. Amili noticed an Altmer leading another around the crowd on a horse, heading towards the gates.
Cripes. Don't tell me those n'wahs think they can just trot into the city with those things.
Edit: For accuracy
Issac, near Chorrol's gate
As they rounded the crowd, Issac noticed a Dunmer woman in their path. Her expression was not approving.
Issac doubted she would obstruct their passage for long. The guards managed passing nods in their direction as Issac and Satyana passed.
Amili -> Chorrol Gates
Amili calmly walked up to the Altmer and his companion and attempted to put on her best "welcome to our city" face, which, to the untrained eye, would completely absolve any looks of hostility.
"You two are welcome into our city, but I will have to insist that we will not allow your horses to be wandering the streets. Scrubbing the distinct brown tint out of the streets is a royal pain." After gesturing towards the stables, she continued, "The stable has plenty of room and I'm sure they wont be treated poorly." She smiled sardonically.
ooc: Not quite sure if I used sardonically correctly...
Amili calmly walked up to the Altmer and his companion and attempted to put on her best "welcome to our city" face, which, to the untrained eye, would completely absolve any looks of hostility.
"You two are welcome into our city, but I will have to insist that we will not allow your horses to be wandering the streets. Scrubbing the distinct brown tint out of the streets is a royal pain." After gesturing towards the stables, she continued, "The stable has plenty of room and I'm sure they wont be treated poorly." She smiled sardonically.
ooc: Not quite sure if I used sardonically correctly...
OCC: if you meant sarcastic, it was correct.
Issac
He listened to the dunmer patiently, nodding slightly at the valid suggestion. When she gestured towards the stables, Issac dropped down from his Chestnut.
A wry smile took shape. "Sera," he began lightly. "My wife and I are courteseans of Arriana Valga; we live on a small homestead to the south. It is our intent to make use of the castle's stables, as we seek an audience with the Countess herself."
The altmer planted his silver cane emphatically, his face a portrait of kind cheerfulness. "Is this acceptable, M'lady?"
Amili -> Chorrol Gates
Amili stood there for a moment after the courtesan finished and then rolled her eyes. "M'lady? I haven't heard that one before." Amili stopped to ponder her thoughts for a moment and, for the first time in a long time, the thought that she was over stepping her duties if they were, in fact, guests of the countess slipped into her mind.
Amili gave a slight bow while keeping her eyes fastened to the Altmer. "I'll be escorting you to the castle stables then."
ooc: M'kay, i figured as much, but wasn't sure. And yes.... Amili does have a unhealthy amount of skepticism...
Amili stood there for a moment after the courtesan finished and then rolled her eyes. "M'lady? I haven't heard that one before." Amili stopped to ponder her thoughts for a moment and, for the first time in a long time, the thought that she was over stepping her duties if they were, in fact, guests of the countess slipped into her mind.
Amili gave a slight bow while keeping her eyes fastened to the Altmer. "I'll be escorting you to the castle stables then."
ooc: M'kay, i figured as much, but wasn't sure. And yes.... Amili does have a unhealthy amount of skepticism...
Issac
He answered her with a nod, the cheerful shine dimmed slightly. "Very well, then." Issac reached for his horse's reins and coiled them around his wrist. "Satyana, let's get to the countess." The Altmer smiled to his lover.
Satyana
She listened to issac's conversation with the dunmer woman with a faint smile.
"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?" she suggested and stretched out her hand to the woman
"Greetings Sera, I'm Satyana and this is Issac, my husband"
She listened to issac's conversation with the dunmer woman with a faint smile.
"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?" she suggested and stretched out her hand to the woman
"Greetings Sera, I'm Satyana and this is Issac, my husband"
Amili -> Chorrol Gates
Amili took Satyana's hand and shook it. "And I'm Amili Canthus, Guardian of the Fighter's Guild."
Gesturing towards the castle stables, Amili started to head off towards the castle with the two.
Amili took Satyana's hand and shook it. "And I'm Amili Canthus, Guardian of the Fighter's Guild."
Gesturing towards the castle stables, Amili started to head off towards the castle with the two.
Issac
The Altmer strode beside his horse rather than mounting him again. His cane in his right hand and the reins in his right. He glanced back at Satyana and Amili thoughtfully, unable to decide if he should start announcing the news to this guardian, or wait for the Countess's audience...... With difficulty he decided against it, if Satyana wanted to than that was her prerogative as the mother.
"There's no harm in doing your civic duty, Sera." Issac said instead, "Why are the people gathered before the gates rather than the Great Oak?"
Amili -> Chorrol
As Amili guided Satyana's horse with a steady hand, she grinned when Issac asked his question. "There was a commotion. Two guards were, more or less, picking on a redguard pilgrim or some such. The adrenaline has yet to die down, I'm assuming. " Amili glanced back at the gates, seeing a slow stream of talkative townsfolk trickle through the door. "Well, at least they will have something to talk about. They're a boring lot, really."
As Amili guided Satyana's horse with a steady hand, she grinned when Issac asked his question. "There was a commotion. Two guards were, more or less, picking on a redguard pilgrim or some such. The adrenaline has yet to die down, I'm assuming. " Amili glanced back at the gates, seeing a slow stream of talkative townsfolk trickle through the door. "Well, at least they will have something to talk about. They're a boring lot, really."
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