John
*The Skaafin had set herself up for the night. The wilds here were dangerous, if the commentary of residents of lakeview manor was to be believed. She had set her large pack down against a log, bedroll and tent near a fallen tree leaning precariously on a standing tree. She had gotten some food from a khajiit caravan that she wanted to try putting in a recipe. Of all the peoples of tamriel she interacted with, the Khajiit were the most accepting. She was trying to light a fire, but her magical ineptitude was making it a struggle...*
James
A jackdaw daedrat scurries up to the campsite, it sniffs around while murmurring, as daedrats do
Todd
A voice can be heard, dark and eerie, easily identified as the voice of a Dremora, "Gerem! Gerem get back here! It's not safe to wander off!"
John
*She didn't take notice until she heard the voice. She stood, turning around to the direction of the voice, her horns rubbing against the fallen tree. She didn't speak, but she had her hands on one of her swords.*
Todd
The dremora walks through the bushes, the daedrat scurries toward it, crawling up the dremora's leg and onto his shoulder, "There you are Gerem, I've told you to stop trying to torment the mortals." He looks up at the person who owns the camp, then grimaces, "Oh... A Skaafin." He says, his voice sounds tired, "What does the Master of Insidious Wishes want with Mundus now. Was that disaster involving Umbra not enough?"
John
"Fancy seein' one of you here too."
*She had that sort of cockney accent one would expect from a Skaafin.*
"I haven't *Worked* For him since the Triad. I'm stuck here, ever since some little mages tried to practice their summoning..."
*She loosened up, she had no intention of hurting him. It was almost soothing seeing another Daedra. She continued to try and light her fire.*
Todd
He laughs, "I'm here because some mages decided to 'do me a favor' and summon me unbound." He says, mocking the mages, "It just so happens that being here is helpful to Peryite. I get to spread around all the disease and famine as he wishes."
John
"Then I 'spose we aren't too different..."
*She finally got a spark out of the flint she was using, and a small flame emerged from the kindling.*
"Lord Vile hasn't cared much for my plight... But I had ran away from him after the whole Clockwork City mess he tried..."
*She removed something from her bag. It was a little container of Moon Sugar, that she thought was normal sugar. She wanted to make some sort of sweet milk stew. She realized she hadn't even made the stand for the pot to hang from.*
Todd
"Yes that was a disaster. For all 3 of them involved. But I suppose the succeeded in the end. Vivec City went down in a blaze of glory, the Mad One's meteor finally crashed down on it, from what I've heard."
John
*She grabbed the stand from her bag. And the pot, and set it to simmer the milk, and she threw in some honey, tree nuts, and moon sugar for good measure. Could daedra get zooted on moon sugar? Who knows.*
"Did it? I hadn't been there when Barbas took Sunna'rah... I had wanted to see it though. It seemed so interesting from what i heard. And despite my task there, The Clockwork City was marvelous. I didnt understand any of it, or the metal man that banished me, but it all had a sort of beauty to it..."
Todd
"I know nothing of that." He says, "All I know is that it was a project of one of the Tribunal's. I just do what Peryite tells me."
John
"How dedicated you seem... Forgive me, but... Peryite has never seemed to be the most active... Or rewarding. It is a refreshing perspective, your's I mean. I spent quite some time in Fargrave, a place of Princeless Daedra."
*She removed some sort of notepad from her bag. Affixed to the bag was a staff with the visage of Clavicus Vile on the tip. For a rather short Skaafin, she was well spoken. The shorter they are, the less intelligent they tend to be.*
"I still worship Lord Vile... He's just a bit Lazy as of late..."
Todd
"Prince Peryite is very... Unappreciated." He says, "On Mundus he is the creator of all diseases, blights, plagues, and famines. And in Oblivion he is responsible for all Daedra who do not work for another Prince, and they work tirelessly making sure everything works. I'd say the other Princes would be nothing without our glorious Taskmaster."
John
"An important job i suppose. I had been to his realm for a bit... It was a bit grim for my tastes."
*She smiled.*
"Though it says a lot that he was never even considered for the Coldharbour Compact. Such an invasion isn't in his nature, I presume? He seems quite hands off, not like Molag Bal, or Dagon. I can't imagine choosing to serve either."
Todd
"He isn't militant. Combat isn't in his nature. Neither is invading Mundus. He fairs quite well where he is. He commands the largest force in Oblivion, after all. And all he has us do is menial work. And I'm not complaining, I'd much rather be crafting plagues than in a front line force in the army of Dagon. Many a dremora die under the wing of Dagon or Bal."
John
"Do you... Relish... In the pestilence?"
*She sat under her tent, bonking her horns on the log again. She grunted, more annoyed than anything. She had a mortar and pestle set up, she was grinding alchemical ingredients.*
"I was a sort of Emissary for vile for quite a time... I would finish the deals, usually at a crossroads for dramatic effect. Making a beneficial deal isn't hard, it's all about the wording. You have to specify, or else he'll find a loophole and exploit it for fun. I don't really like toying with mortal's lives though..."
Todd
"I do, pestilence is how natural order is kept. It's not as though the plagues are incurable, and mortal's lives are fragile already, if illness doesn't kill them something else will. Some will die, others will not, and the natural balance is kept even."