OOC: the picture of funny? Just kidding.

And think of the beating Konrad would have gotten from Sel and Niran had he actually looked through that keyhole.... :shocked:

IC

"Some of us haven't eaten anything but stale, moldy bread for two weeks." sel began. "There's an appetite here."

Heddvild pushed the wooden door of the Lucky Lockup open and was greeted with a hearty "Hail Heddvild!". A towering Redguard walked up to the group, wearing the long, beaded hair of a warrior and bowed low. "Hello Heddvild and friends, I am Waynatu "Wayne" Shin, and am happy to get all of you some drinks. What do you all drink? Vintage Brandy? Nordic Mead?" Wayne talked in a upbeat voice, yet it still bellowed.

OOC:Have yo leave now but serene and the boys are just outside the cave where Arco is being locked up, ready to enter.....


good night...

"What about some Greef?" Sel asked.

He was still debating on whether or not he should tell her about Shakur. He decided to slowly beat around the bush...

"So, when was the last time you saw Shakur?" he asked the nordic woman.

"When he warned me to hide in my house fully armed incase he tries to kill me because he's been infected by a Lycanthrope. When was the last time you saw him?" Heddvild said the sentence so casually that it seemed that this happened every week. "Look kid, don't worry about Shakur. If he was smart enough to befriend a honest to Tava Lich he'll find some way to stop from killing us".

"Well, let's hope for the best... I have confidence in Shakur," Celia said firmly. "He'll find a way, he will see to it."

She smiled at the beaded-haired man. "Er, just water for me." She glanced at Sel and grinned. "Do not get drunk on me, silly Dunmer."

(OOC: I edited. Whoops)

It was a good day, Sel decided. Celia was no longer a werewolf, he was away from Serene, (not because she's mean or he doesn't like her, but makes him face himself...) and he had a drink.

"I think a celebration drink is in order." he replied with a large gulp.

Rolling her eyes, Celia sipped her glass of cool water. She patted Sel's shoulder. She scolded, "Not too much, now, m'kay? I do not want to have to worry about a drunken silly Dunmer. I have enough worries right now."

Sel smiled reassuringly. "Have you ever seen me drunk?"

The answer of course, was no.

She shrugged. "You never know...There's a first time for everything..." She grinned mischieviously(sp?). "Maybe the God of Drunkeness will possess you!"

"A celebration Dunmer? Is that what you said? You want to see a celebration?" Wayne was happy to hear of a reason for a celbration, and looked to the local band, The Deadroth's Drums "Play a fast beat and don't stop till we drop dead of rhythm!". The eight drum players played a fast Redguard rhythm, and Wayne and the other bar members, all five Redguards, three Dunmer and four Argonians danced a energetic Redguard rhythm dance.

Sel looked to Celia. "I swear if I get possessed by any god, I'm going to go join Arcyakt."

He looked at the dancers. "Care to dance?" he asked Celia a bit sheepishly.

She lifted her eyebrows. "Who's this Arcyakt?" She asked suspiciously.

Then, at Sel's sheepish question, she smiled. "Oh, all right... But I must warn you, I can not dance for the life of me." She took Sel's hand and walked towards the middle of the room. "Dance here?"

Sel wondered how she could possibly forget who Arcyakt was...

Sel laughed at Celia's comment on dancing. "I can't dance either, but it's all in good fun, right?"

"Here's as good a place as any." he said with a shrug.

Celia frowned. "You still did not answer my question: Who's Arcyakt?" She took Sel's hands. "Ready?"

"So you say you were buried alive!?" The man lit up with astonishment, but then that might of been the candle that the Mrs. brought into the room, "How'd you get out?"
Falx looked at the mans face for a second, and retraced everything, "I.. I'm not sure" He hesitated, "I just know that I ran, quite a distance it seems... Not knowing were the path would lead I guess." His fingers danced along the rim of his glass.
"Well, well, thats quite a story young man, say, I don't think I've given my name." The man stood up from his creaky wooden stool, "Afer Baro at your service, and this is my wife, Selvia" He said as he cradled the elderly woman in his arms. Falx was touched, but not quite moved, he went to return the gesture.
"The names..." His lips moved, but nothing came out, Falx's mind raced, "My name! How could I forget that of all things! By the gods!"
Baro and his wife stood there awckwardly while the thoughts came and went.
Selvia turned to her husband of 43 years and whispered, "Afer, perhaps whatever happened to him made him loose his memory" Afer's eyes didn't leave Falx,
"Perhaps but, none of this makes sense, maybe he just needs rest.." Afer's lined face dance with life, "My boy! Lest not worry about such trivial matters, it has been a long day and all of us are exhausted. Let us retire" The elderly man lead Falx through several empty hallways lined with pictures and statues of great beings and finally upon a room.
Afer searched for the words to say, but none came to mind. He simply'd gestured for Falx to enter the warm wooden room and shut the door behind him.
His wife came around the corner, "What are we to do my dear?" She questioned stroking his cheek, "We let him leave in this state, he would be easy prey for all sorts of creatures.." Her soft blue eyes seem to peirce Afer's own, "Your right, hes in no condition to leave." The man glanced at the door and gave out a quiet grunt, "I'm sure he well be fine in the morning.."

With that said the two left the door and proceded to their own room.

Wayne noticed the rhythm wasn't right for ball room dancing, so he walked to the band "Lenus and Grius, you play lutes, Fralnore, play that harp and drums, play Waltz number 2. Everyone find a partner, I'll go out and find some more people. Let's turn this into a night to remember" Wayne ran to the door and started gathering many people for the dance.

Sel began dancing (clumsily, of course.) before answering Celia.

"You know the mage, had a big dragon, Osano went with him...? If this doesn't ring a bell, we're going to a healer."

Smash, hit, growl, howl, whimper, slash, bite, bark, scratch, bleed, drool, run, circle, fall, roll, tackle. Shakur Red One fell to the ground. Dead? No, just down. Down and bleeding. The figure wouldn't like this. He stood, and bit, and growled, and clawed, and mauled. Fang and claw had saved him, and fang and claw hurt him. He would obey. Obey and win.

She giggled as they spun. "I am the healer! Ooh, that mage guy has some... problems, but let's not talk about that... Whoops!" She had stepped onto his foot. "I'm sorry!"

Suddenly, she had a vision of a were-wolf, in extreme pain and bleeding... She stopped dancing, her eyes unfocused and her mouth in a frown.

What was that? Oh, I hope that is not Shakur! she thought as the image quickly faded.

"What happened?" Sel asked, concerned, as well as ignoring the pain in his foot.

STOP! STOP AND LOOK DEEP INTO YOURSELF! FIND YOUR SOUL! Red One stopped. The target was talking to his mind. STOP AND LOOK! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DIE! Shakur felt something kick in. He could finally see what he was doing. Tiger stripped werewolf, scratched and bitten. WALK UP STAIRS. IF YOU CAN CHANNEL HIRCINE OUT, YOU CAN SLEEP FOR THE NIGHT. I'LL GET YOU HEALED UP A BIT. JUST DON'T ATTACK ME AGAIN OR I WILL HAVE TO KILL YOU. Shakur trotted upstairs and promptly fell asleep on the bed.

Wayne walked into the bar, with atleast ten men and woman with him. "Everyone pick a new partner and then we'll start up waltz number 5, or the Royal Walk" people cheered, apperantly this was a local dance made famous by the Shin family.

"Don't get mad at me, but I think I had another vision.. One involving Shakur, and he's hurt..." She tossed her hair, which was getting in her eyes. "I'm going to go find him. Are you coming with me?"

"Why would I get mad at you?" he asked as he picked up his sword belt from the counter and put it on. "Yeah, I'm coming."

Celia sighed at Sel's question. "Because you got mad at me before for having those other visions, if I remember correctly." She glanced around and waved good-bye to the relatives and Shakur's wife. "We will return soon, I hope. But, thank you for your hospitality."

Another vision came to her. That striped Khajiit again. He seemed hurt. Then, Shakur the werewolf. This time, he was sleeping... on a bed somewhere.

Celia opened her eyes again and stomped her foot like a child. "Darn! I just had another vision, but all I got is that Shakur is sleeping on a bed somewhere.... and that Khajiit was in my vision again..."

" Oh yeah, that." he said ashamed.

Sel was afraid that Shakur wasn't sleeping at all...that khajiit would pay if he wasn't.

"Let's go." Sel said.

Shakur slept for five minutes, until Hircine visited him. "You failed, young blood. But he is no threat. Now that I understand how underpowed you are compared to him, I can't blame you for failing. But I still need something done. A long, long, long time ago you accepted a ring from a Lich. That was no ordinary ring, it was specially made to burden werewolves. It is in a box in your house. I need you to get it, and drown it in fire and hammer. Destroy it to show your devotion to our kind" Shakur awoke, he remembered V'anul's words. He clawed trough the upstairs window, and made his way to his house, crawling into the door someone left open. But he couldn't control himself. Chew, bite, claw, maul, drag, snap, scratch, shake. The burgler was dead and the ring still lay on his torn off finger. Shakur picked it up in his mouth and brought it to the house of V'anul. He slept on the floor. He would deforge the ring in the morning.

Celia had a vision of a ring... Why would she thinking of a ring at this moment? Then, she saw Shakur again, with the ring in his mouth and sleeping again...Then, the Khajiit appeared once again, still hurt.

Celia took Sel's hands, alarmed and scared. "The ring! What did Shakur's wife say about a ring? Please, tell me! Shakur has the ring, so there may be an explanation. There's something about that ring!" She paused, shaking. "And that Khajiit... That could be the werewolf Khajiit Fenris' sister was talking about. What if that Khajiit has Shakur...?"

Tears filled her eyes and she shook Sel. "Tell me, Sel. Tell me!"

Sel brushed her hair back behind her ear. "I- I don't know." he admitted. "But that khajiit will pay if anything has happened to Shakur."

"Come on." he said, now determined. "We'll find Shakur."

Suddenly an arm lands on Celia's shoulder

"Why hello, what seems to be the matter? Going somewhere, then I dont think you'll mind me coming."

Niran spoke up.

"Where have you been?" Sel asked, almost rudely. "Anyways, come along, I'll explain on the way."

(OOC: Almost bed-time, so I may disappear all of a sudden.)

Celia pulled onto Sel's hands leading him out the door. As she did so, she asked hurriedly, "Niran, do you remember what Fenris's sister called the Khajiit? It begins with a 'V' right? Or was it a 'R'? Oh, if only we could ask for directions!"

" Sel, why the rude tone?

(OOC: I go with my dad for a couple of hours and *boom*
it becomes the industrial era in the forums and everyone learns mass production of posts.)

"Nothing, just kinda worked up over Shakur." he lied, once they got out the door.

"Now let's find him - quick."

"You mean V'anul," Niran stated to Celia.

Celia's heart filled with hope. "That's it, that's it, thank you!" She hugged Niran tightly. "Now, we need to ask people where this V- V'anul is...Come on, guys. We need to find that Khajiit!" She began running around, asking people for a certain Khajiit...

"Alright, I say we start at the South Wall...Thieves' Guild members know where to find people." he suggested.

"Uh, right." Niran said puzzled "How much did you guys drink?"

(OOC: Sorry Dantrag, gotta go to bed soon.)

"Only one sip - thanks to pressing circumstances." he said, disappointed. "A whole bottle, or even a glass, would have been nice."

"The more we talk, the more we aren't helping Shakur, though, so might we get moving?" he asked as he walked the familiar roads of Balmora towards the South Wall Corner Club.

"Celia,what is going on, I just followed you guys. I didn't drink at all, just fell asleep."

"What kind of person doesn't have a - nevermind." he said, shaking the thought away. "She's having visions again, and Shakur may be in trouble. We're trying to find him."

"I see, well I just woke up from my nap so I may not respond as fast." Niran yawned, "Oh damn, I've forgotten my sword, I guess my fists will have to do in a fight."

"Moron." Sel whispered to himself before walking into the South Wall.

He saw the guild leader and asked about V'anul.

"Sure, he lives across the river. third house on the right if you cross just ouside this door." he guild leader explained.

"thank you." Sel said before running back out.

Third house on the right. he thought.

OOC: just so this can continue without Niran/Celia...

IC

Celia was still asking people wandering the streets where this V'anul was, and Niran was standing there, obviously tired.

"Third house on the right, across the river!" he yelled to them before running there himself.

He burst through the door and ran up the steps to see Shakur in wolf form, sleeping peacefully. Scared to wake him, he approached cautiosly and searched for the ring in the room.

Shakur was pleasantly sleeping and dreaming of hunting deer, when he picked up a farmilliar scent. He saw Sel in his dream, hunting along side him. Except, he was a werewolf too. They hunted deer and ran in the fields of Solstheim. Thank Tava Hircine kept him dreaming. Apearently Hircine wasn't cruel enough to have him kill his friends. He had plans for them.

OOC: Sorry for dissapearing all day, but I have a good reason.

1: My computer crapped out on me.
2: I went to see a movie.
3: Morrowind crapped out on me.
4: Winrar crapped out on me
5: Morrowind crapped out again.
6: Morrowind CS crapped out on me.
And last but not least. 7: Morrowind crapped out on me for the third time.

*Sigh* I have not had a great day... I noticed a certain Bosmer has been left in the middle of nowhere... Thanks minque.

IC: Clangor had been left behind, but he did not care. He was used to not being noticed, it was the way he lived. He would have just left had it not been for all of the speed inhancing potions he had. When the others left he just quaffed a few of them and followed by land, and when they left the young girl behind he thought it best to stay with her instead of following the rest of them. He waited there for them to return, this time he was supposed to be noticed, leaving behind a member of your group is a lot worst then leaving behind some random passerby.

OOC: We usually assume that the person followed. (i.e. you could have just said something to the people in your group...)

[quote=Dantrag]OOC: We usually assume that the person followed. (i.e. you could have just said something to the people in your group...)[/quote]

OOC: She mentioned everyone else, I think she just forgot about me. Easy to do really, I normally stay out of everyones way so I guess Clangor takes after me, *Sniff* I am so proud of that little Bosmer!

Shakur opened his mouth, the finger and the ring showing between two of his teeth.

Sel jumped back, thinking the wolf had noticed him, but he had just opened his mouth. Sel noticed the exposed ring, disgusted by the finger that was still attached. He held his breath and reached for the finger...