The Elder Scrolls: The Fall
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				Title: <strong>The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 01:12:53</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">This is an In Character topic.&nbsp; Do not post here with questions or OOC.&nbsp; Use the OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172809.0) topic for that.&nbsp; Remember to keep up with inventory (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172660.0).</span></span></em><br><hr><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">T</span></strong>he people of Tamriel had always been at war with each other, for some reason or another.&nbsp; Whether it was the dragons fighting the akaviri, or the altmer fighting the redguards, war was the natural state of Tamriel.&nbsp; It was war that formed the Aldmeri Dominion.&nbsp; It was war that led to the White-Gold Concordant.&nbsp; It was war that led to the liberation of Skyrim from the Empire.<br><br>But one didn't need to be a scholar to feel the tides of war on the horizon again.&nbsp; With the Aldmeri Dominion "assisting" in the Empire's military and social matters, with the registration and tracking of the elves in Skyrim, everyone in Tamriel could sense what was coming.&nbsp; What they didn't know was how it would play out.<br><br>In Skyrim, where the Stormcloak Legion reigned supreme, there was little safety for elven-folk - or anyone who wasn't human, for that matter.&nbsp; High King Thrane demanded that all non-humans be registered with the military, and tracked at all times.&nbsp; The only place anyone could feel secure was inside the walls of the Markarth hold.&nbsp; Since Jarl Elsef of Markarth rejected the Legion's newest law, his city was quickly swarmed by those seeking refuge from the oppression.&nbsp; But between the distrustful humans in Markarth and the Stormcloak Legion marching on the city to enforce the law, it seemed as though even the western hold was no place to call home...
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				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 01:46:45</strong>
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				Tanesha Jorin didn't like Skyrim. When compared to her home province in the Keshali Lowlands within the Jilian Kingdom the land was cold and almost bare. Towards Whiterun she found the air more pleasant and the forests thick with game. With the right skills no man or woman could go hungry. By comparison the Hold of The Reach was barren and seemed to stretch for leagues. Of course as a Keshali warrior-scout Tanesha found no problem with finding food or forage. Sometimes she even ventured to the mines or outposts to trade. Yet something seemed wrong with the land. From rocky outcrops she had spotted the Forsworn butchering travellers on the road. She hadn't concerned herself with that. It wasn't her call. <br><br>Her destination was the city of Markarth which was The Reach's capital. She had never seen the city before but it seemed like a good place to find paying work or a bounty hunting contract. Coin gave you food when the hunt went badly. It gave you shelter when there was no shelter to be found. Coin could mean the difference between life and death and as such Tanesha was interested in keeping her purse fat and heavy. Forty coins would do for a few days' worth of supplies but soon she'd find the purse empty. In preparation for beating that eventuality she was walking along the rocky countryside. Tanesha seemed to be able to move as swift as a Bosmer. Her feet barely touched the rocks as she bounded from shape to shape. <br><br>Looking upwards she started to climb up a natural pillar of stone. Her quiver and bow rattled. As did the supplies in her bag. The steel of her chest plate and hip armour made the worst sound; a dull scraping that made <br>the hair on her arms stand on end. Finally Tanesha reached the top where she stood as bold as brass. One sapphire-coloured iris scoured the countryside. She spotted the rising smoke and steam of Markarth far off in the distance. Tanesha figured at this pace she'd reach the city in five or six hours. She rested her hand on the pommel of her short-sword and sighed outwards. Tanesha's chest heaved as she gathered her breath up before she leapt onto a flat piece of land opposite her.<br><br>Tanesha continued on at the same speed that had carried her across country. She'd reach Markarth before nightfall. She'd have to; lest she suffer the prowling beasts and Forsworn.
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				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 02:40:29</strong>
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				*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*. The sound of Metal banging against Metal Reverberated around the small Forge as a young man worked and laboured away. He sighed and wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead as he put down the Hammer and picked up the Steel Shield He had been working on. His old Iron Shield had been Broken in his last Job, and, after 'acquiring' a few Steel Ingot's from the Bandit Hideout he'd cleared for his client, had decided he needed to make himself something new.<br><br>Marven Gorhart was a Mercenary by Trade. Pretty much if you had the coin, He'd do the job, as long as he was confident enough in his skill to do so. He was Born and Raised in Ivarstead, but after His Father was killed by a Frost Troll while delivering the traditional Savoury Food's to the Greybeard's, He had been left to fend for himself, since his Mother Died at Childbirth. He was 20 year's old, and had been alone for 7 of those year's, although he had only become a Mercenary 2 year's ago, when he turned 18, When he used the gold he'd cobbled together (from a mixture of Work and Pickpocketing) to buy himself an Iron Sword. Since then he'd acquired a Steel one, and, after Offering his Mercenary skill's to a Breton skilled in Enchanting, had had his Blade Enfused with a Weak Shock Magic Enchantment.<br><br>He had traveled most of the Skyrim Hold's, since, being a Nord, He wasn't under any pressure from High King Thrane's Laws. He personally couldn't really care less what his Stormcloak's or the Aldmeri Dominion had going on. He planned to just keep doing what he did best: Kill, Assist, Escort, and anything else that fell under a Mercenary's Checklist.<br><br>His travel's had led him to The Reach Capital of Markarth, and he was currently at the Blacksmith, having just finished Crafting his Shield he'd been meaning to make a while ago. He'd always' considered himself a decent Smithy, but he still wished the Blacksmith here had had the time to craft the shield himself. <br>"...Hmmm, Not too shabby a shield you've made there Nord." Came the gruff, Orcish voice of the Blacksmith who had walked up to him. Marven simply nodded.<br>"Thanks...Still wish you'd been courteous Enough to do it yourself though." He replied to the Orc. <br>"Look kid, I already told ya, I just haven't got the time. I've only stopped my order now because I came to see if you'd finished and cleared off by now...so now that you've made your shield, how about you leave my Forge and let me get back to my Job?" The Orc said sternly to Marven, who rolled his eye's.<br>"Sure, whatever Orc...cheer's for the service...<span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">or lack there of it...</span>" He mumbled the last part under his breath as he walked away, attaching his shield to his arm as he walked through the street's of Markarth.
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				Post by: <strong>SakamotoHD</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 06:46:19</strong>
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				Valkansar shivered in the cold. Cursing his luck for being assigned to Winterhold, much less to assist in that fool's research. What did he care of ancient dwemer artifacts? The man was below his rank even. Since when did a Wizard assist in a lowly Conjurer in determining the location of some star-map? He'd had enough of this job. The Thalmor had such an influence in Cyrodill now, that he found himself being sent to this accursed place. "No matter", He sneered to himself, "I'll be in Markath soon, and life will be easy there." <br><br>Valkansar was a spellsword, though he kept up with his martial abilities, his magic was what he was truly excelled at. Known as a deadly evoker of destruction magic, he ascended in the ranks in only 2-3 years.. though he had little issue with high elves, having had a few contacts back in cyrodill, the creeping influence of the thalmor was becoming more and more known. Soon, any sort of words against them would either have your throat slit, or sent far far away. Or worse.. be used in a necromancy ritual. He was pretty sure that last one was a rumor, but it was hard to tell given&nbsp; what those swits were capable of. "There, almost done" He mused to himself. It was experimental, and the only reason he helped that fool acquire his needed artifacts. He had become more skilled in conjuration, and most importantly, the theory behind Avakasier's gate. With it he would create an untraceable portal that would make him appear wherever he wished. It was a long, lengthy process, and not to be repeated. <br><br>He began to chant, which felt awkward given that most of his abilities could be done mentally.. however his thoughts had to be spoken aloud. He'd set this little spell in the deepest part of the Mage's guild's "basement". The Icewraiths were more then enough of a deterrent to prevent unwanted visitors. He had to vanish without a trace, so no one could mark his passing. It was important to note that he wasn't a red-haired man with a fiery beard, and green eyes. An illusion, from an amulet he'd worn since he joined the mage's guild. It was a powerful one, given to him by his father after he had passed from this world. Even he wasn't fully aware of it's powers, but this was it's primary function.&nbsp; He left the last word of the ritual on the tip of his tongue. He had to wait until nightfall before he could even summon the gate. So he waited, and recounted his possessions, ensuring everything was in proper order... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 19:12:00</strong>
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				Soon the three great guard towers of Markarth greeted Tanesha's view. The Keshali woman stood before the city's gate and looked up in awe. Regal City in Jilai was massive, bigger than the Nord city before her but seeing the sight of just the gate's towers. Tanesha walked towards them and ignored the guards' leering looks. Even though you couldn't see past the helmets she didn't doubt that her outlandish appearance would provoke some turned heads. For different reasons. Tanesha's legs and midriff were exposed to give her a flowing movement in combat. Long blades and heavy shields were not the way of her people who preferred to make use of bows and short blades. Speed and aggression were paramount and Tanesha had ensured her dress code was for no reason other than combat efficiency. <br><br>Tanesha didn't know what time she had entered the city and only now did the impact of running cross-country for hours start to affect her. The woman's equipment seemed to weigh her down, walking became more and more of a chore. Yet that didn't stop the Keshali woman from gaping at the city's architecture. Some of the buildings were buildings in their own right. Others had been carved into the rock face as if a God itself had moulded the city with a sculptor's tools. She watched as the man-made river flowed beside and under the walkways to who knew where. Part of her wanted to take off her boots and dip her feet in the cool water but part of Tanesha's mind wondered if a guard would chide her for it. The people of Tamriel seemed to have a lot of rules regarding one's conduct in public and Tanesha didn't see the Nords being any different. <br><br>For a moment Tanesha seemed to slowly rotate on the spot as if trying to find her next destination. She wanted to go to an inn; pay for food and a bed before looking for work. The problem with being a newcomer to any city was finding out the temper of the people as well as the lay of the land. Resting a hand on her short sword's pommel again and sighed. "Urgh. Cities." she scoffed to herself as she reached forward and grabbed her knees. Doubled over Tanesha sucked down air before slowly exhaling to catch her breath. Cross-country could take the energy out of a person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 21:41:17</strong>
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				Shadowfang moved with ease through the mountain terrain tracking a thief that stole his valueable Ancient Nordic Pickaxe. As he ran through a valley, a smell caught his attention. He stopped to smell the scent more and thought to hisself. 'Elf, no. Human, no. Animal, no. I don't know what it is but I can tell it is a female. So it cant be the him.' As he looked up ahead saw a figure climbing the rockface. As the figure reached the top he released that is what he smelled. Blood rushed through his veins and he knew if he remained here his instincts would take over and he would most surely kill the woman. So he allowed her to move then he continued to hunt the thief.<br><br>With haste, Shadowfang continued the hunt. He knew that the thief wouldn't be far ahead of him but the thing was that Markarth was up ahead and Shadowfang wouldn't be able to enter the city without some one trying to kill him. When that thought crossed his mind he began to run even faster by running on all fours. His swords were strapped to there sheaths so they wouldn't fall out while he ran and the sheaths were tied together near the points to keep them out of the way of his legs. His back pack bounced up and down on his armor making like a hand on a drum.<br><br>OCC<br>OK I have finished my first post.
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				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 10:52:02</strong>
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				Markath was not the ideal place for a Dunmer, with its already large population of elf-distrusting Nords.&nbsp; With the city - and most of The Reach in general - all but packed with refugees and escapees, it was a riot waiting to happen.&nbsp; But, at least in the Reach capital, an elf could walk the streets without being arrested.&nbsp; At that was why Anirin had come here two days ago.<br><br>She'd been to Markath - and every other city in Skyrim - many times before.&nbsp; But the recent changes in legislation had placed a significant barrier on her ability to move about freely, and thus her ability to do her job.&nbsp; She was a sell-sword, offering her blade to anyone who would pay.&nbsp; Generally, most people hired her to track down and kill certain people: thieves, murderers, escaped convicts.&nbsp; She didn't care too terribly much who she was hired to kill, so long as the money was good.&nbsp; When she first started her life as a mercenary, the idea of possibly killing an innocent person seemed far too harsh.<br><br>But, she quickly discovered that innocence was a difficult concept.&nbsp; Often, the act of exacting revenge or justice demanded that a person commit a sin against another.&nbsp; Which then led to someone exacting justice against them.&nbsp; She knew a number of people who wanted her own head - and likely the only reason so few had tried was because of her particular knack for separating one's head from their shoulders.&nbsp; Most experienced mercenaries knew her name, and her past kills.&nbsp; While there was an unspoken code against taking money to kill a fellow mercenary - especially to exact "justice" against them for a job they performed - Ani believed that most sell-swords disliked the idea of trying to kill someone who was as skilled in combat and tracking as they were.<br><br>Caught up in her thoughts, the dark-skinned elf almost didn't notice the human woman standing in the center of the path ahead of her.&nbsp; She took the woman in with a quick look, noting her armor and her weapons first.&nbsp; Too armored to be a simple hunter, too well-armed to be a simple adventurer.&nbsp; The human was likely another mercenary.&nbsp; Ani considered the wisdom of exposed legs in a climate such as Skyrim's, but she couldn't deny the physical attractiveness, if nothing else.<br><br>She folded her arms across her chest and stared at the woman's ass for a moment before speaking.&nbsp; "You keep showing these people your ass," she said, "and one of them is likely to smack it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 12:52:12</strong>
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				It took a while for Tanesha to register that anyone had been talking to her once the realisation had donned on her she turned around to face the Dark Elf woman who had spoke. She crossed his arms and tilted her head in confusion at the warning before offering a shrug. "Which is why I keep my hand on my sword. It means that if someone does decide to give me their hand it would only be manners to keep it. After all they've given me a gift and it would be rather rude if I didn't accept it wholeheartedly. I wouldn't want to offend anyone. It's bad enough to make friends after chopping off hands."<br><br>Tanesha gave a wild looking smile as she beamed to the Dunmer. Such elves weren't common within her people's lands but she figured the Keshali wouldn't be that picky when it came to giving hospitality. Race was one of those tricky things they didn't want to involve themselves in. Tanesha had long decided no one really had a choice of which womb carried them and thus preferred to see what kind of person she was dealing with. So far the most difficult people were the Nords. Since their self-rule they had become bolder and more arrogant yet Tanesha had never met a Nord during the times when Skyrim was part of the Empire. <br><br>"First time in this city and the first person that wants to talk to me comments on my lovely curves." she said with her wide smile. "I'm Tanesha Jorin from the Keshal Province. A land far beyond the sea. Not many elves there, not that there's a problem with elves of course. Apart from the tall ones with the glazed over eyes. Arrogant bastards. I've been looking for a place to rest my legs after the cross-country leap and bound towards Markarth. Not to mention some contracts. Bound to be some gold-heavy contracts of someone wanting some poor bastard's death."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 22:39:01</strong>
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				Walking through the street's of Markath, Marven was keep an eye on pretty much everything that was brought to his attention. Arguement's, Shop Owner's selling their good's, and even listening in on conversation's. He had alway's had a way of keeping himself to himself and looking Relatively uninterested, though his ear's and eye's could often alway's pick up on something interesting now and again. It was usually the way he found his work: Listen in on conversation's, and when he heard of someone needing something done, he offered his service's, regardless of what the Task was (to a limit, of course).<br><br>As he walked, Marven's eye's couldn't help but be slightly drawn to another Human. His eyebrow raised as he saw how little clothing the Female wore, Although he somehow doubted it was some common wench making herself look easy...something told him that She was loosely clothed for a VERY good reason.<br><br>And then There was the Dark Elf Who she was conversing with. Rare for a Nord, Marven didn't really have any issue's with Elven kind. He'd taken job's from Elves before, Some good, some not so good. To him, People shouldn't be judged by their race, but by their individuality.<br><br>His suspicion's about the scantily clad Human were confirmed as he was walking past, Overhearing her as she spoke of 'Gold-heavy Contract's for a poor bastard's Death'.<br>"...Well You'll be waiting in the back of the Line Sweetheart. If anyone's going to be Lining their pocket's with Contract Money, I plan on making it Me." He spoke, although he didn't turn to face either Female as he just stood there, waiting to see how they reacted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 23:05:07</strong>
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				For a moment Tanesha seemed to blink before turning her head to the man who spoke to her. It seemed that the people of Skyrim had no real need of etiquette nor manners since listening into conversations and bringing oneself in without permission or asking for permission was the norm. For a moment her single sapphire eye blinked in surprise before it narrowed. The term 'man' was barely applicable given how young he looked. She folded her arms over her armoured chest plate and sneered at him. If manners was something he lacked then why shouldn't she respond in kind. A small smile crossed her lips as did a rather cruel thought. <br><br>"We're talking Bounty Hunting contracts boy. Not who can make the most idiotic boast." said Tanesha without moving. "Is this how the boys of Skyrim react when their mothers or wet-nurses turn their backs? They scamper off to impress the ladies by acting like a little solider? Aren't we just adorable." Tanesha looked at the Dunmer and wondered if she was going to join in the ribbing fun but continued before she had a chance to find out. "Not a soldier no. You'd need muscle for that. Not to mention you'd need to start shaving. Judging by your youthful complexion you're not a day over nineteen years of breathing. Boys boast dear; men back up their claims with action."<br><br>She made a show of looking to Ani for a reaction as if ignoring the boy. "Or...do you think he's making boasts for another reason? Maybe he wants us my Elven friend. Wants to take two sword-wielding women to bed so when he's trying to convince the inn-keeper he's old enough for that mead he has a story. Not sure about you but I prefer my men to me more of...well, a man."
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				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 00:00:50</strong>
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				Tanesha however would of course be unaware that It was, Ironically, her first insult that Touched a serious nerve. Marven's eye's widened, and his fist's immediately clenched, one of them clenching over the handle of his Steel sword, which seemed to share his anger and pain at her word's as electricity crackled through the steel from it's shock enchantment. <br><br>What had started as just him deciding to poke around had suddenly become very personal to him as he turned around, the confident air around him now replaced with one of severe anger. "...You Mention my Mother Again Wench and you'd better pack your bag's to Sovengarde..." He said, his voice low and Venomous as he glared at her angrily. She of course didn't know of him, and how his Mother Died at Childbirth, but It still caused Marven emotional Pain none the same.<br><br>"...I've traveled all over Skyrim. I'm much more Seasoned than my Age may Show...In fact, why am I even justifying myself to some Wench who walk's around leaving nothing to the imagination?...the way I see it, It's not even worth responding to your insult's, Since it's clear that you feel Very Insecure to be hurling insult's at me...actually, your lack of clothing confirm's how insecure you really are." He muttered, smirking slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 00:24:46</strong>
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				Ani smirked at the human woman, amused by her teasing of the man-child.&nbsp; She looked the Nord over, too, judging him quickly by his stance and gear.&nbsp; His words, though, spoke louder than what he carried.&nbsp; Nords were a hardy, battle-ready people.&nbsp; But their young men were eager to prove their worth in battle and earn their place at Sovngarde, to the point that they often sought out combat when there was no need for it.&nbsp; This man-child's need to force himself into their conversation and attempt to assert dominance seemed to echo Ani's assumptions.<br><br>She shook her head at him, her bun bobbing at the top of her head.&nbsp; She stepped forward, putting herself between the Nord and the human woman.&nbsp; Her hands had dropped from her chest to her weapons, resting lightly but ready.&nbsp; "Then let a 'properly-clad' and well-known killer tell you."<br><br>"There is no place in Sovngarde for Nords who charge into a foolish battle and die," she told him.&nbsp; "You should get some years, and some kills, to your name before you boast so boldly."<br><br>She noted Tanesha's statement.&nbsp; A kingdom across the sea.&nbsp; It was not hard to believe that such a place existed, for much of Nirn had yet to be mapped.&nbsp; But, it was difficult to comprehend how - and why - a foreigner would come to a land so full of violence and racial hatred.&nbsp; Even as a mercenary, to come so far in search of a job - it was odd.&nbsp; There had to be some deeper reason for Tanesha's visit, but that would have to be discussed at a later time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 00:29:40</strong>
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				"A child's response." said Tanesha calmly as she waved him away. "And I have no idea what Sovengarde is. Sounds like one of your Tamriel fairy tales to frighten children in the night. Is that why you mention it boy? Because you still believe in the scary stories whispered to you before you slept?" Her arms were widened outwards in a defiant gesture to the way Marven threatened her. A smile curved her lips upwards as she cackled to the sword-wielding boy. "Seasoned? No. Salted maybe. Or perhaps spiced. Any man with a sword can make a claim of their experience yet few are able to prove it. Me? I've wandered the frosted peaks of my lands. Strode along the rolling hills and dales of my home. Then I travelled across the sea to far off lands where the sands were fine and covered a vast world. The sun rose in a violet mist before gracing the land with her rays as if magic was touching the very ground. And now I come to the land where the women are humble warriors with senses of humour....and the men are but boys."<br><br>The comment on her clothing didn't sting. If anything it only served to prove her point that he was lying about his experience. "You obviously don't know much." pointed out Tanesha. "You can't climb sheer rock faces, run through forests like a wolf chasing down prey or properly shoot a bow wearing full plate armour. Sure you can take hits but...what requires more skill? Taking hits or just...never being touched? Since you're so interested in wenches though I suggest you find the brothel of this place. I'm sure they cater to little boys which a chip on their shoulder and something to prove. Now. Are you going to leave me alone and go be a boy? Or are you going to act like a man and bow to a lady?"<br><br><br>She watched as Ani walked forward to talk to the man. Probably some good advice. With a nod she crossed her arms again and smirked. "Listen to the woman...she looks like she knows what she's talking about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 00:52:21</strong>
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				"Tch." Marven turned away again. He was beginning to question his decision to Stick his nose in this outsider's business. Most of the time Being nosy had helped him rake in quite a bit of money, but at the moment, all This had done was made him two very unneccessary Enemies, unless He played his card's right and did something about it.<br><br>The more Marven thought with his back turned to them, He calmed down, his initial Anger at Tanesha's Comment about his Mother starting to fade, as he decided that He had plenty of enemies in Skyrim, and having Two more wouldn't really help him out.<br><br>He slowly turned back around to face the Female's, his face remaining calm. "...My apologies for my rudeness. I...My Mother died at Childbirth, that's why I was so angered by your word's, and as for me being Young, At least I'm man enough to admit when I've been Childish...but I don't think Soverngarde would take a Nord who Can't be brave enough to admit when He has been wrong." He said to them, the few second's facing away from the two clearly having allowed him to Rethink his action's and word's.<br><br>"...I also apologise for calling you a wench, and commenting on your clothes. I assumed at first you were just some Nord or Imperial Wench, but...Now that I look closer, you don't...have the look of either Nord or Imperial...Where do you hail from?" He asked her curiously, His Cold Taunt's now replaced with genuine Curiosity for her.<br><br>However He then turned to the Dunmer, since He had heard her word's as well.<br>"Trust me, I may be young but I've been alone for 6 year's, and I have Many contracted kill's to my name...but I wasn't meaning to boast anyway, All I meant by my word's was that You'd have competition when it come's to Mercenary Work Is all." He explained to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 01:34:56</strong>
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				"Then I too beg pardon. No one should have to suffer the world without a mother." said Tanesha as she relaxed and offered a kind smile. "I am a Keshali and I have two mothers. My birth-mother who taught me the ways of the potions master to keep the body strong and the mind clear. How to love the world and tread along its woods with careful steps. And then there is my second mother; our Death Goddess. From the blood of wolves she moulded us in her image so that we might wander free. When I die I shall return to her and she'll embrace me like a long lost child who was returned home."<br><br>She smiled at Marven as she continued her explanation. "We are a province within the Jilian Kingdom. Jilian is similar to Skyrim; one king rules and the lords squabble. Politics however has no bearing within the Keshali lands. The business of lambs has no interest of the wolves. While they squabble we hunt, farm, stalk and wander. Armies prize us as archers and scouts. Some hire us as assassins. I suppose we are similar to your...Wood Elves. If you were to go south by ship for three weeks and two days you would find a land devoid of elves. Sometimes devoid of sense. Some men are wise, some men are fools. You my young friend have not yet picked which path you fall under. So tell me; you are from this land?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 04:46:39</strong>
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				Ani nodded at the Nord, but let Tanesha explain her people without interruption.&nbsp; A totally unknown culture was interesting to the dark elf, as there were few new things to discover in most of Tamriel.&nbsp; The people, cultural beliefs, and actions of the elves and humans were all predictable and unsurprising.&nbsp; She quietly wondered if all humans in all parts of Nirn believed in an afterlife.&nbsp; Most of the elven cultures followed various beliefs, as well.&nbsp; The Dunmer, for instance, historically worshiped the corrupt Daedric deities.&nbsp; Ani been involved in a scheme of the Daedric prince Namira who attempted to have Ani become one of her followers - and then tried to have her followers eat the elf when Ani refused to join.&nbsp; Ani had shrugged off gods and goddesses after that.<br><br>She noticed a small group of Reach guards pushing their way through the people on the streets.&nbsp; She navigated out of their path, uncertain if they were coming for her.&nbsp; They passed without a glance.&nbsp; She watched them as they headed toward the city gates.&nbsp; The elf felt a strange suspicion in her gut, and followed the guards at a distance.&nbsp; Her talent in stealth granted her swift, silence movements.&nbsp; The guards came to a halt at the excessively large gates - which the elf often pondered the wisdom of.<br><br>A very athletic, thinly dressed man stood with the usual posted watchmen.&nbsp; One of the guards, evidently a ranking officer, spoke to him in hushed tones.&nbsp; Ani had to move closer to hear, ducking into an overhang of a nearby building.<br><br>"What is it, messenger?" the officer asked sternly.&nbsp; "What news do you bring?"<br><br>"The news must be delivered to Jarl Elsef," the messenger replied.&nbsp; "I have specific orders."<br><br>The officer motioned to one of his men who immediately produced a small orange bag.&nbsp; The officer snatched the bag quickly and dropped it into the messenger's open hands.&nbsp; The jingling sound it made upon impact indicated that it was full of coins.&nbsp; The messenger made no expression.<br><br>"I have a message from the east watch," he told the officer.&nbsp; "A regiment from Hjaalmarch marches on Markarth.&nbsp; They are armed for combat.&nbsp; They are four hours out."<br><br>The officer glared at the messenger.&nbsp; He scoffed and waved him off.&nbsp; "See him out," he told the watchmen.&nbsp; "I must speak with the Jarl."<br><br>The guards turned on their heels and marched back toward the keep.&nbsp; Ani frowned deeply.&nbsp; Stormcloak soldiers from Hjaalmarch meant that the High King intended to reign the Reach back in.&nbsp; This would not bode well for any refugees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 21:03:09</strong>
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				As shadowfang got to a hill top, he looked down and saw the thief gazing at something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Shadowfang followed the mans eyes towards the horizon and there is where he saw what looked like a serpent made of fire. This was no magicial monster, but a army of stormcloak soldiers carrying torches. He knew the High king wasnt waiting any longer for the reach. <br><br>Shadowfang then turned his attention back towards the thief and jumped down. He ran on two feet towards the thief that was flabbergasted by the army of man and pulled a sword out in his left hand. With a flash, the thiefs head hit the ground and shadowfang came to a stop on the other side of him. Shadowfang now had doubts he could return to his home past the army, so he sheathed his sword, grabbed the pickaxe of the thief and began his journey towards the hills near Markarth.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 22:45:51</strong>
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				Reynik looked on in awe as the cart he was sitting on came into view of the Dwemer made gates of Markarth, it was an imtimidating site to anyone who had lived in Riften all there lives. At only 18 years of age, Reynik was ready for adventure. He had spent all his life in a town that was owned by the thieves guild and had been an orphan too, most would have expected him to join the guild or worse, go to the assassins.<br>Reynik however had different plans, from an early age he had spent what time he could at the forge of Riften's smith, learning the trade and everything he could about weapons and armor.<br><br>Thinking back on those days made him smile but nothing compared to what happened next, the giant gates opened revealing the open and busy market of Markarth. A wide grin spread across Reynik's face and his companion, another of Riften's Orphan's, who was going to go back after buying some quicksilver Ore from Cidna mine, seemed to be in just as much awe "i'll get off here, have a safe journey back Torren" Torren nodded and continued on as Reynik jumped of the Cart and stared around "now what should i do first?" he mused 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 23:57:54</strong>
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				Overhearing the guards Tanesha seemed to mull over what that could mean for the city. The politics of Skyrim were not something she was aware of. Nor did she pay much attention to the developments that stemmed from keeps and courts. Yet The Reach was lax in its laws when it came to non-Nords. That much she did know for the people in towns and villages had seemed all to eager to root out any source of elven or non-human families and workers in their midst. Why soldiers would be so worried about the King's troops making a march on the city was something of great musing to the Keshali.<br><br>"Sir. Lady. I think the demand for our services just jumped." commented Tanesha who smiled wildly. "Depending on how many the Jarl commands we could be looking at a chance to earn ourselves some real gold here. After all it's easier than scouring the lands and inns for viable contracts that do more than simply place food on the table. Think about it my friends; a Jarl is a powerful man like any lord of a manor or estate. He has influence and wealth that flow from his fingertips and a pleased man is a charitable one. I say we offer our swords, bows and spells to him to help fend off this army. If we can help him keep control of Markarth as he sees fit then surely we would be owed a great reward?"<br><br>The idea seemed to give Tanesha a smile on her lips. Why shouldn't they take advantage of the development before them? "I'm not suggesting we put on guard armour or fight in their shield wall. That is for fools who want to die for their lord. I suggest we tell him we have special...talents. Ones to keep the enemy off balance. That way we let him have his glory and we get the reward. Can't be too greedy now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 01:35:09</strong>
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				"Aye, Living without a Mother was HArd, but my Pa and I Still enjoyed our time together...We lived in a small Village called Ivarstead. You may of heard of it, After all, It is the village that link's to the 7000 step's which lead up to the Legendary Greybeard's of High Hrothgar..." He said to her, although he was equally as interested in Her own Lifestyle. <br>"death Goddess...hmmm, Remind's me of the Dark Brotherhood, Although I highly doubt your Mercenary Work's delve's as Darkly as their's. Trust me, you DON'T want to get on the bad side of them." He said to her, actually shivering slightly himself at the mentioning of the Infamous Group of Assassin's.<br><br>Marven Smiled back at her. "Well, I hope to convince you of my manhood very soon, and perhap's the only way to do that would be to best you in Mercenary work." He said to her, eyebrow raised, before he listened to her word's on the Guard Assembling.<br>"That definitely sound's like a Tempting offer to me, but of course, We need to make sure we have the said Talent's to make our Pledge's Valid." He said to her, eyebrow raised as he then turned to the Dunmer.<br>"Are you In on this as well?" He asked her, smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 08:10:46</strong>
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				Ani followed the guards back to her two recent acquaintances.&nbsp; She wore a dark, uneasy look.&nbsp; She watched the officer lead his men back up the winding path to the keep carved into the mountainside.&nbsp; When addressed by Tanesha, then Marven, she focused her dark eyes on them.&nbsp; At their question, she scoffed lightly.&nbsp; The foreign woman she could forgive, but surely the Nord wasn't so ignorant.<br><br>"A regiment of Stormcloak legionnaires are marching on the Reach," she said quietly, making sure people around didn't hear.&nbsp; "Their arrival here will have only one of two outcomes.&nbsp; Either Jarl Elsef bends to the will of the High King, or Jarl Elsef is broken by the might of the High King.&nbsp; Either way, any elf here will not be spared."<br><br>She gripped the hilt of her dagger and growled, "You're damn right I'm fighting.&nbsp; This isn't about the gold.&nbsp; This is much more personal."<br><br>She glanced back at the ostentatious gates.&nbsp; The watchmen fidgeted more than earlier, but they maintained their guard.&nbsp; They wouldn't be caught unprepared, regardless of what their Jarl decided.&nbsp; "Four hours leaves little time to prepare.&nbsp; The Jarl will only ready more soldiers, but Markarth has a grave lack of magi.&nbsp; The Legion does not."<br><br>Looking around the city, her eyes stopped on the potions shop.&nbsp; Her eyes darted to Tanesha's bow.&nbsp; "You, Keshali," she said, not having heard the woman's name, yet.&nbsp; "Are you accurate with that bow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 11:47:36</strong>
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				"Deadly accurate." answered Tanesha who smiled. "More so against a force packed tightly together on a wide open field. All I'll need to do to weaken their resolve is kill off their officers and commanders. Leaderless men are panicking men. Especially when the uncertainty of accurate arrow fire is being rained down on them. Men have little stomach to fight when someone isn't pushing them forward. However steel arrows would be better supplemented with an enchantment. Something like fire or shock and I do not possess this skill."<br><br>She looked at Ani and smiled. "You seem to have a grasp on magic. Or at least your comment on magic users would suggest that." she said calmly. "Would it be too much for you to enchant my arrows? I'm shooting at men covered in armour. Shooting the head is easy at a closer range but I want to do it from afar. The risk of hitting armour increases at longer range when you're shooting at the man rather than parts of the man. But aye I can shoot well enough. Don't let the fact I've got one eye put you off. Been drawing back a bow string since I was able to."<br><br>Tanesha smiled at the pair before looking at the gate. Four hours was indeed a short time but she wondered if they were merely a deterrent to defiance or a siege force. Would the city's Jarl meet them on open ground or rely on his walls. "We could harass them before they got outside the city." mused Tanesha. "They'll be walking along the main roads and paths. Plenty of easy ambush points. We might even kill the army's commander if we're lucky. If we're going to help these people then we need to do it well. Harassing them without pause will keep them on their toes, keep them guessing and double guessing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 09:21:14</strong>
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				Ani shook her head lightly.&nbsp; "No, my knowledge of magic is restricted to avoiding magi; and my skill in it is minor.&nbsp; But, with your deadly accuracy-" she smirked at this - "and my knowledge of potions and poisons, we can still harass the soldiers easily."<br><br>She turned her red gaze on the Nord, glancing over his weapons briefly again.&nbsp; "If you can fight, and are willing to make an enemy of your fellow Nords, then consider yourself hired."<br><br>A part of her still didn't trust this man.&nbsp; While humans were known to battle their own frequently, and had no true binding ties to race, she couldn't be certain that this one truly wanted to help rather than turn her over for a fair price.&nbsp; She was more willing to believe that the foreigner would help, since the woman likely hadn't had time to make allegiances with any given faction, yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 14:13:43</strong>
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				"Hmmm...Well If I'm 100% Honest, I've more often than not tried to avoid making myself an enemy to the Stormcloak's. I mean, It would be the equivalent of a High Elf Slapping the face of the Almeri Dominion...BUT, also being 100% honest." Marven looked at the ground, clearly giving this some thought.<br>"...Don't get me wrong, I'm as much a Nord as the next man, but...I don't agree with the Stormcloak's Damn Law's, Especially those against Non-Human Species living peacefully in Skyrim. I don't Judge people by Race, but by Nature." He raised an eyebrow, stepping back a little bit.<br><br>"I wouldn't mind giving those Stormcloak's a bit of a Slap in the face...I'm Talented with Sword's and Shield's, but I've also been sneaking around and pickpocketing since I was a kid, so if you needed a Sneaky type, who better than a Nord to Sneak past them all?...As for Magic, I have been learning a bit of Conjuration Magic recently." He said to them calmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 12:21:31</strong>
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				<strong>-Ilya Evermore, getting out of Silver-Blood Inn-</strong><br><br>Ilya had come to Markarth broke, one could say destitute. Between the tolls, wine and wenches gold trickled quickly between his clawed fingers, but there was always a steady supply. A good bard knew how to play an entertaining tune and could earn his living on it. A <em>really</em> good bard knew how to use his tricks to squeeze that extra bit of gold out of his patrons. Sure, he had broken his picks while he tried to break into the Treasury House the other night, but that was no reason to sulk. Instead he had put up a great performance at the inn, weaving his illusions into the tunes and songs to make sure that his bounty was plentiful and his admirers the more willing. A bit insidious perhaps, but the ladies had hardly been unsatisfied by the end of the night. It was a pity he had to leave on such a short notice, lest he had taken a morning-nip as well.<br><br>However he had heard the barmaidens whisper outside his door just a few moments ago. The Stormcloaks were marching on Markarth. And he sure didn't want to live through a siege or the probably lynching that would come afterwards. Living in Skyrim was becoming a bit of a nuisance. Perhaps he could manage to slip into Hammerfell, make his way down to Cyrodiil. Elsweyr perhaps, it was warm and exciting and he had always had a soft spot for the Khajiit. His feet were light as he sneaked out of the room and down the stairs to the main hall where breakfast was served. He kindly denied the keeper's offers of hospitality and made his way out the door, where a bit of a panicked chaos was growing. He wasn't far from the gate, but even so it took him several minutes to get there through the crowd. Even so, it had been locked and barred, no way out. He considered the old dwarven catacombs for a moment, but remembered his last visit into the dwemer depths which had almost cost him a leg.<br><br>Looking around he saw nothing but desperate faces and the very impersonal helmets of the city guards. H sat down on a fallen block of masonry and rested his hooded head on his knuckles. This surely was no place for an Argonian to be, and even though his masters in the College would argue that the battlefield is a prime place for a bard of his caliber to seek inspiration, he couldn't agree less. In the bottom of a pitcher and a foot deep into a lusty lass, that is where the best inspiration is, so to hell with their ideas of tales chivalry. Looking off to his side he saw something rather different though. a small gathering of what looked like capable adventurers. Sellswords even? the kind that could take him through the catacombs and out of this city. Surely they didn't mean to defend this hellhole! Right? Standing up straight and clearing his throat he marched through the crowd up to the group and with a deep and theatrical bow he introduced himself.<br><br>"Greeting, strangers! Welcome to Markarth, Pearl of the West, Marvel of Masonry and soon to be Smokiest Ruin of Tamriel!" If his little speech didn't get it through their skulls that he was of a bardic occupation, surely his exotic white armor and lute on his back would. He pulled back his hood, revealing a rich blood-red plume of feathers which reach down to his shoulder-blades and a pair of sparkling yellow eyes accompanied by a sharply teethed but pleasant smile. "I noticed you look to be swords of talent rather than shields of need. Might I be so straight-forward as to ask if you are in fact available for hire?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 13:53:51</strong>
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				It seemed that they were gaining more and more attention. Tanesha wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing since guards tended to frown on crowds gathering for fear of it being a collection of dissidents or troublemakers. She turned to the new voice and found her eyes widening. The Keshali woman hadn't met many Argonians before and each meeting seemed to be a surprise in their own right. Not only that but he was dressed rather....extravagantly. In a city of bland cloth and a group of armour he certainly stood out. Tanesha stepped forward to be the spokesperson of the group and shrugged at the question. After all they hadn't really committed themselves to anything yet. All the plan was hearsay and speculation. Probably impossible speculation. <br><br>"We don't know." said Tanesha. It was the truth. At least for her anyway. They hadn't really decided on what they were going to do. Obviously this person was looking to hire them but his coin probably wouldn't stack up to that of a Jarl. Of course his gratitude would be able to equal that of a Jarl but one couldn't repair their sword, restock their quiver and fill their belly on gratitude alone. Part of her curious nature did indeed want to know exactly what he wanted. As well as how much he would pay. Stepping forward she indicated to the group. "We were talking about a recent opportunity that's arisen. But I thank you for the greetings. I'm Tanesha Jorin of the far off Lands of Keshal. My....comrades of the trade will no doubt introduce themselves."<br><br>Her one eye blinked as Tanesha tilted her head. "We intend to sell our skills to the Jarl to help him defend Markarth. However if you've got a contract for us...I suppose we'd take it. I think, however, it would depend on the pay. Would you be able to satisfy three wages?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 01:49:11</strong>
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				The elf groaned and turned toward the Argonian.&nbsp; She had no quibble with his people, but between the growing number of eyes on their little group and the continued talking, it seemed little was going to get done.&nbsp; She let the man talk, considering by his words that he was likely an entertainer of sorts.&nbsp; His lack of visible weaponry increased that chance, but he could easily hide a dagger somewhere on his being.&nbsp; As her eyes explored his visible belongings, she noted his lute.&nbsp; A bard.&nbsp; That would explain his attire, as well.<br><br>She sighed heavily.&nbsp; Tanesha was perfectly correct.&nbsp; How would a bard have a chance of paying as much as the Jarl.&nbsp; And she doubted that this bard would be offering them a contract to fight the soldiers, as they had been planning.<br><br>"I have no quarrel with you, bard," she said.&nbsp; "But, Jarl Elsef can pay much more than the entire Bard's College can.&nbsp; We <em>are</em> sellswords, after all.&nbsp; And I plan to fight the Stormcloaks, whether I get paid to or not.&nbsp; Unless your contract offers a chance at that, I don't imagine I will be accepting your offer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 02:05:39</strong>
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				Marven turned to this Argonian Bard of sort's, raising an eyebrow at his rather Flashy Attire, COmpared to his Rather Basic and Crude Leather Armour which he was Donning. He listened to the Bard's word's, a bit annoyed at the way he was putting a Sing-song spin on his sale's pitch. He'd never been the fondest of Argonian's, even with his preference to trust in Nature rather than Race.<br><br>"...Argonian, These Ladies speak Sense. As Opposed as I am to doing battle with Stormcloak's, I'm still a Sellsword, and I am drawn to the offer that would produce more profit, and I just don't see how a Bard like you can possibly have more to Offer than a Jarl. If you CAN top what a Jarl could offer us though, then you may have my interest...so, what're you putting on the Table?" He asked the Argonian Courtly, crossing his arm's and looking at the Marsh-Dweller.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 02:36:22</strong>
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				What enthusiasm he could muster grew with the word of the strange woman. She seemed to have an ear, that one, and he couldn't say that he had ever met someone from Keshal before. Their women certainly were eye-catching. But his hopes were snuffed out as soon as the dunmer opened her mouth. Of course he would have no chance of competing with the Jarl's coin, so instead he would have to try and reason with them. Or at least spin a tale or two that could make them take interest.<br><br>"Well, as you might suspect I certainly can't compete with the Jarl's coffers. And while I admire your... bravery, I must say this coming battle is not something that any one of us would like to stay and witness. Out of us, only the Nord here and maybe Lady Jorin if they squint would be able to pay king's ransom in the mines for a decade unless they are killed in battle. An Argonian and a dunmer though, not even I can glaze that death with honey and gold. It will be long and ugly like a giant with a broken nose... however."<br><br>He smiled knowingly, looking around as if he wanted to ensure their privacy. His eyes sparkled a little as it seemed their surroundings was muffled into a whisper as he moved closer. In reality it was they who had gone silent, but he enjoyed the dramatic effect his slightly altered spell borrowed to his words.<br><br>"Where are my manners. I'm Ilya Evermore." The sound of their surroundings returned again in an almost deafening roar as the bard smiled broadly. "And I know our only way out of here now that the soldiers are barring the gates. I am good for but a pouch of gold, but have a few favors to collect in Winterhold, as well as the locations of some rather tasty treasures. I understand your plight, Lady Dunmer, I would share it were I such a valorous person myself. But as we say in Black Marsh, it is better to run to fight another day. We won't do much difference in the coming battle, not with the full march of the Stormcloaks upon us and that Jarl won't do us much good with her head in a basket. If you want to fight them so badly, were better than behind their lines were small numbers matter, cutting their supplies and spreading chaos? I can get you there, but it will take some raw brawn to get to it."<br><br>He took a step forward and presented his hand to shake, exchanging looks with the sellswords. He'd probably already lost the dunmer, she seemed like the foolishly heroic type who didn't know a loss from a victory since both took bravery to match. But if he could get just one of the others to join him, that would be enough to gamble. Hopefully they didn't share her sense of pride and bravado.<br><br>"What say thee?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 03:01:09</strong>
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				Shadowfang ran with all his might, leapimg from stone to stone over rivers and dashing over mountains. Most likely he would meet a group of warriors from Markarth on the path he took. After about a hour of travel he found hisself at a cave enterence he expored a month ago. He knew it connected to the dwemer of Markarth but couldnt get past the centurion guarding the enterance. That would be a great place to atleast set up camp at. <br><br>Shadowfang entered the cave with caution, seeing the place has changed since his last visit. Staying about a hundred yards from the enterance of the cave, he began to hunt some animals for food before he would make a camp inside the cave. On the side of the mountain he found several goats that was easy prey for the werewolf. He remembered back to the days of his carreer of a dawnguard soldier hunting vampires. Then he remembered why he left them due to the dawmguard didnt heed his warning of the small fort outside of riften. He warned that the place was overran with the vermin but the leader of the group didnt listen and walked in like the place was his home. That leaders mistake cost the lives of fourteen men and women of the dawnguard. So he left due to no one trusted him that he tried to prevent it and blamed himfor their deaths. <br><br>Awaking from the black out, Shadowfang releazed he wasnt where he was last and he stood over a group of bodies. All killed by his claws and have been eaten on. Shadowfang knew he had lost control again and moved back to the cave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 03:14:36</strong>
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				Ani scowled displeased at Ilya.&nbsp; But his words resonated with truth.&nbsp; She wasn't a warrior, she was a hunter.&nbsp; She made her living sneaking and hiding, slithering around patrols and slitting their throats in their sleep.&nbsp; If she were to try an charge a regiment of trained Stormcloak soldiers all at once, she would no doubt be killed in the process.&nbsp; She had no great love of the Reach, it was merely the only port in the growing storm.&nbsp; She certainly had no intentions of dying for the city.<br><br>"Fine," she said at length.&nbsp; "I may not want to agree with you, but I can see reason.&nbsp; Even if we three banded together, what impact would we have on the battle?&nbsp; If Markarth cannot withstand the attack on its own, no force on Mundus will save it."<br><br>She reached out and accepted the Argonian's clawed hand.&nbsp; "I am Anirin Ravynvorm," she told him.&nbsp; "Call me Ani.&nbsp; Consider me hired."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 11:05:57</strong>
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				It made sense to get behind their lines since Tanesha guessed that none of them were trained to fight in a shield wall. A shield wall was how most of Tamriel fought; where two armies lined up their shields and crashed against one another. She had watched such a battle and discovered it was a bloody, thankless way to fight. Men often claimed you weren't a warrior until you endured a shield wall but Tanesha would often shrug off those remarks as foolish. A warrior wasn't a set of experiences. To Tanesha a warrior was a way of living. To live and die on the whim of a blade. That was the true warrior creed.<br><br>"You can consider me hired as well." said Tanesha with a nod. They could wreck all sorts of havoc amongst the Stormcloak supply lines. Not to mention their raiding could yield riches and supplies for their own use. What profit they made from that could add to Ilya's wage and the Jarl's reward. Greed wasn't something that often guided Tanesha's actions but she needed the coin to survive this strange land and fund future travels. Tamriel had stranger lands to explore and she had no desire to starve to death. Nor did she want to steal to feed herself. Gold was the only alternative and if this Argonian wanted escort for gold so that more cold could be earned then why not? Escort contracts were usually paranoid nobles worried for their safety and thus Tanesha was more than happy to take their gold for the feeling of security. <br><br>"If the rest of the pay is in this...Winterhold of yours...I suppose we can escort you to there. However I would say it would be after we help disable the Stormcloaks ability to command their troops. Of course any plunder we find could make up for the loss of the Jarl's coin." she mused to her new comrades. "Of course we agree to split the findings between us. What about you Marven? Do you wish to join our quest for plunder and escorting?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 14:42:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reynik looked over the stores of Markarth's market with avid curiosity, the items for sale were much different then the ones in Riften and he found himself looking over everything he was allowed to touch. In the end he used what little gold he had to buy an ebony ingot, very high valued metal that could build the most beautiful and powerful weapons.<br><br>Not far from where he stood, a small group of warriors were talking to a bard, it seemed like a large detachment of stormcloak soldiers were heading there way. Personally he had never had a problem with the stormcloaks, being raised in Riften he had been raised to know that the stormcloaks had been the good guys.<br><br>Glancing over at the group talking he noted there weaponry "you wont beat the stormcloaks with those weapons" he looked at them with a cautious expression "there blades are of a higher quality and there armour is built stronger, i have nothing against them but i don't quite agree with there methods either, i can upgrade your blades if you like?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 05:46:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ani turned on her heels.&nbsp; This was becoming a nuisance.&nbsp; More so than the damn Stormcloaks gradually making their way toward the city.&nbsp; She locked her fiery gaze on the third person to interject himself into a conversation that did not pertain to him.&nbsp; When she spoke, she barely contained an animal-like growl.<br><br>"If one more gods-be-damned soul interrupts our private conversation," she said, "I'll personally cut out his tongue.&nbsp; This is ridiculous.&nbsp; Firstly, stranger, I don't know you."<br><br>She looked him over briefly.&nbsp; His bag was heavy, but not with coin.&nbsp; She could tell by the sounds it made as he moved.&nbsp; He carried smithing tools, ore and ingots.&nbsp; His dagger and his sword looked sharp, but not well-used.&nbsp; If this Nord were a warrior, he wasn't a very good one.<br><br>"And I don't like you," she said at length.&nbsp; She had never been a big fan of nosy crowds, and her temper was on edge every second that they wasted here.&nbsp; "Beyond that, my weapons have been smithed to my preference.&nbsp; They are sharp enough to slit open your belly, if you care to test them."<br><br>She turned away from him and focused on the small group she'd become a part of.&nbsp; Marven had yet to throw in his lot, and time was something of the essence.&nbsp; The elf took a deep breath and resume control of her emotions.<br><br>To Ilya, she said, "I and Tanesha have agreed to take your offer.&nbsp; But, to escape through the Dwemer ruins, we'll need access to the site.&nbsp; That will require the Jarl's permission.&nbsp; We still need to talk to him, and perhaps be offered a possible reward for weakening the force that threatens his boarders.&nbsp; Will you accompany us to his throne room?&nbsp; And of you, Marven, where do you stand?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 19:39:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marven frowned as he listened on to the Argonian's Plight. Indeed, He of course had said himself that fighting the Stormcloak's wouldn't be a good idea, even if he was prepared to do it...Plus this talk of other 'Treasure's' and Escaping through the Dwemer ruin's...that definitely piqued his interest as well.<br>"...Winterhold...That's a Mage's College. Forgive me for being so Prudent but you don't have the look of a Mage, More a Bard. Surely solitude was where you would've been situated?" He asked because He somehow doubted this man's business in Winterhold involved just walking to the college and picking something up.<br>"They don't just let any old Argonian into that College. You have to have serious Magickal Aptitude to Study there, Fuck know's what could be behind those walls."<br><br>Even after speaking of his doubt's though, Marven walked forward, holding his hand out to Ilya. "Nevertheless, I Have no interest in a 'Death or Glory' Stand in this rather Dull Hold. Count me in, but by Ysmir If you try anything funny, You'll regret it, I swear it." He said, Eye's glaring at Ilya seriously.<br><br>He turned to Tanesha and Ani.<br>"I guess that settle-" His word's were cut off by the newcomer's arrival, frowning at his word's.<br>"No offense mate, but I'd rather either put my trust in a Local Blacksmith, or Attempt to forge Weapon's myself than put my trust in a Stranger carrying a bunch of Ingot's in his Bag." He said to him flatly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 01:36:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The exchanged words between Ani, Marven and the Argonian Bard Ilya caught Tanesha's interest and she pulled herself up onto a wall to sit on it. She swung her legs slowly as they spoke, ignoring the new comer for a moment while she digested the information brought before her. Those than blundered and bustered around without listening often wound up dead. To listen, to see, to smell and taste. These things kept you alive for longer than your due expiry date. Information was a warrior's weapon besides their blade. Thus she hinged on every spoken world before she opened her own mouth to speak. After all two ears and one mouth obviously meant you had to listen more than you spoke.<br><br>"What is a...Dwemer?" she asked the group with an embarrassed shuffle. No such thing existed in her lands. Nor had they ever been mentioned. Being a stranger to the land of Skyrim she figured it would pay to drain as much information from her new companions as they were willing to give. "Something old no doubt since you said 'ruins'. And why the Jarl would control them is beyond me. Unless of course it is because they are merely on his lands?" She pushed herself off of the wall and smiled at Ilya. "But since you need an escort what they are is of little consequence. Of course any information you have would be valuable to me. I don't like not knowing about the places I'm venturing in."<br><br>Tanesha smiled brightly before looking towards the new man who now had her attention. "I think my young friend and my fellow huntress are right." she said, meaning Marven and Ani respectively. "It's rather odd someone would just come up to people and ask to...mend swords...or make them." she mused before turning to Ani. "Should we see the Jarl about the ruins?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 11:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Deal then!" He was about to say more when they were interrupted by the new stranger. He listened to his words and the arguments of the others before he smiled widely. "It does pose an interesting dilemma though." Ilya mused as he looked at the blacksmith. He produced his lute from his back and started to play a slow and somber tune, his fingers laced with magics that made sure that no more curious ears would hear their business. "This blatant blundering blacksmith has wrought upon himself a problem. To put it frankly he already knows too much and had I been an Argonian of skullduggery I would surely have dug deep into his skull with a dagger to dispose of his disposition and unless any of you feel that dragging him into an alley and ending his ailment be alright... we'll have to bring him along."<br><br>He paused and leaned against the nearby wall, his fingers still working along the strings, but in a more upbeat sense than before.<br><br>"The Jarl's permission, none such is really needed. I know a place where all we need is a little push to get through to the ruins." He turned his gaze on Marvenwith a scoff. "As for what I am, you should know it when you see it and know that a Bard goes to many places. I was not taught in the College of Solitude and mind it no more. As for Winterhold, I have a friend there in high up places."<br><br>He stopped playing and slung the lute over his shoulder before giving Tanesha a sweet smile. "As for the Dwemer. Surely you already know a Dunmer when you see her." He motioned towards Ani. "Perhaps you have also met the Altmer, Bosmer and Orsimer that live in Skyrim or elsewhere. Then there are the Dwemer and Falmer. I'll tell you more of them once we enter the ruins, it lends a good atmosphere for the tale. Pray to whatever deities you follow that we don't meet any Falmer down there though... they are not what they used to be." His tone had shifted to a low, grim tone as he spoke of the Falmer, his eyes saddened by the mere mention before he burst into his usual bright smile. "But for now my friends, how about we go to the Treasury House? There is a wall there that piques my architectural interest."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 14:53:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You mean the wall that requires a little push to circumvent the Jarl's permission?" asked Tanesha coyly after listening to the Argonian prattle on for a moment. She had seen the living races that he had listed but things such as the Falmer and Dwemer remained elusive when it came to information about it. It was at that time that Tanesha decided Ilya didn't know a thing about either of the lost species. Rumours. Ah he obviously knew rumours. Bards weren't exclusive to Tamriel as they wandered all over her lands too singing their tales and trading rumours and gossip. Tapping her lip she soon felt her eyes widen at the idea of murdering the extremely nosey man. <br><br>Killing came naturally to Tanesha. Justified killing at least. Killing trained swordsmen or bandits for coin was considered 'justified'. However dragging a man into an alleyway and slitting his throat was the work of padfoots and assassins. "I...think we should take him along rather than...end his worry." said the Keshali who chose her words carefully. "After all since you're worried about the ruins perhaps an extra sword wouldn't go amiss. The more the merrier, no? Besides murder is not in my business. If his crime is merely hearing what others don't wish him to know maybe it's our fault for standing in the middle of a main street and plotting. Just...saying." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 05:59:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ani glanced over the random blacksmith, and sighed her agreement.&nbsp; "Very well.&nbsp; We take him."&nbsp; She turned her gaze on him.&nbsp; "Unless you prefer that we simply kill you."<br><br>She stood aside as a group of Reach soldiers marched for the large gate.&nbsp; She watched them as they were permitted to leave the city.&nbsp; Civilians and travelers were roughly pushed aside and held at the point of a sword, forbidden to leave.&nbsp; The Jarl seemed like a foolish man, locking his people inside the walls.&nbsp; Markarth was built into a mountain, true enough, and could withstand a heavy attack.&nbsp; But, it was not impenetrable.&nbsp; And once the Stormcloaks broke into the city, the civilians would be easy prey.<br><br>She doubted that the Nords in Markarth would be harmed, unless they were foolish enough to help a non-human or otherwise protest the invasion.&nbsp; But the dozens of elves and other creatures would be slaughtered - if not arrested for worse fates.&nbsp; Her desire to remain in the city was gone completely, and her patience was thin.<br><br>"We should leave now," she said.&nbsp; "Show us your secret path, Ilya."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 03:43:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly! Follow me, ladies and gentlemen..."<br><br>Ilya bowed and turned on his heels, pacing through the streets with confidence in his gait, only disrupted as they passed the old abandoned home just past Silver Blood Inn. There was a visible shudder going through him as his eyes seemed to be unable to let the grimy door go until he had passed it. With a slight shake of his head he regained his proud demeanor as he carefully navigated between the crowds. As they reached the doors of the Treasury House he stopped short of opening the door and ripped a parchment of it.<br><br>"<em>Closed due to siege</em>... what terrible service." He brought out a set of picks out of his mantel and showed it to the party. "Luckily I swiped this in the crowd. Hopefully he didn't swipe anything back." He smiled awkwardly before continuing. "Anyone of you good at this, I tried my luck three times last night and got rewarded with naught but broken picks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenRanger</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 03:59:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Following the Argonian to the door Tanesha seemed to regard the obstacle that lay before them. In any other circumstance leading anyone to a building with the word 'Treasury' in its name before asking if anyone could pick locks as a sign of a robbery. Yet these were strange times in a strange land. Reaching into her pack Tanesha produced a pick and smiled to the lizard-man almost innocently as if trying to explain why exactly she would possess such a tool. Luckily her words did that for her. <br><br>"I have some experience with locks." she said coyly before kneeling in front of the door. "Bandits often store their gains in lockboxes. Rather than risk damaging my blade or the items themselves by using a sword to pry the box open I found it useful to learn the art of eh...defeating security measures." explained Tanesha with a smile. Soon she began the process of trying to unlock the door. Of using gentle pressure for fear of breaking the fragile pick. It was a slow task and if caught unaware could ruin concentration. Thus she breathed slowly and kept her hand still before she felt what she was looking for. That sweet-spot. That place that required a little bit more pressure.<br><br>The reward for her efforts was the satisfying sound of a click coming from the lock. Tanesha slowly withdrew the lockpick and placed it back into her pack before pushing the door open. "We are in." she announced. "Just needed a woman's touch."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 04:23:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marven also followed the Argonian as he began to make his way to these Dwemer Ruin's. His eyebrow raised as he noticed the way Ilya seemed very apprehensive when they walked past the Silver Blood Inn. He wasn't really sure what that was about, but he just shrugged it off, stopping at the door as He watched Ilya pull out the pick's, which Marven frowned at.<br><br>Though very adept at Sneaking around and pick pocketing People, for some reason he'd just never been able to get the hang of picking lock's as easily as he picked pocket's. Therefore he was pretty Glad that Tanesha pulled a few pick's out of her own, raising an impressed eyebrow at the near effortlessness she displayed to pick the door open.<br>"Impressive...Wish I could Pick lock's as well as I can pick pocket's." He said to her, running a hand through his dark-blond hair as he slowly walked in after her, looking around the area.<br><br>"Okay Argonian, lead the way." He said simply to Ilya, deciding to Unsheathe his Blade: For all They knew this Argonian could just be luring them into some sort of Bandit Trap. Better to be Armed and prepared for the worst. His blade seemed to agree as the Steel Sword Crackled slightly due to it's Minor Shock Enchantment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 05:02:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ani took up the rear, watching the crowd carefully for any signs that they'd been spotted... again.&nbsp; Her attention was scattered around the crowd, so she didn't notice Ilya's reaction to the old home past the Silver Blood Inn.&nbsp; The party paused at the door to the Treasury House, which was locked shut.&nbsp; The elf rolled her eyes at the note the door, not surprised at the fickleness of people during times of trouble.&nbsp; She let Tanesha fiddle with the lock, not only to test her lockpicking skill, but because the woman looked so... enticing on her knees like that.&nbsp; Ani smiled at her thoughts, and turned away to hide them.<br><br>Once the door was unlocked, she nodded at Ilya to take the lead again.&nbsp; "So, how did you come by this secret door again?" she asked, only partially curious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 10:27:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Argonian bowed as he stepped aside to give Tanesha room, humming a long forgotten tune while she went to work on the look. Like he noticed Ani did, he enjoyed the Keshali's position and didn't feel the need to avert his eyes. As the door opened and the Dunmer asked about his innate knowledge of secret doors into Dwemer-ruins he just gave a cryptic smile.<br><br>"Bardic knowledge? But I'd lie if I say I have never put my feet in Markarth or a Dwemer ruin before..." He then turned to the Nord with a slight frown. "And the name is Ilya, Nord. Now put that sword away, I don't want you to become overly excited." Stepping into the dark hallway leading into the combined store and house, his eyes flashed brightly for a moment. No life signs. The owner were probably out trying to stock up on supplies or had fled the city all out. His eyes returned to normal again before he looked back at the others with a smile. "No one home. Check around for lanterns, picks, shovels and supplies. Dwemer don't keep a tidy home anymore and the Falmer certainly are not maids." An orb of bright light slipped from his fingertips as he started along the left wall, leaning his ear against the wall and tapping it with a sharp claw. "I need a moment here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daoine Sidhe</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 09:28:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ani chuckled softly at his reply.&nbsp; She highly doubted bardic knowledge was his secret, and had no doubts that he knew many more secrets.&nbsp; She understood the necessity of keeping one's secrets, especially among a ragtag group of people with hardly any real connection.&nbsp; Their displeasure with the Stormcloaks, and dire need to escape the city, notwithstanding.<br><br>She pushed into the building with the rest of the party.&nbsp; The magic orb of light in Ilya's hand made Ani squint.&nbsp; She closed the door behind her and dug into her knapsack.&nbsp; She fished out a torch and her flint.&nbsp; Within moments, she had the torch lit and a natural light washed over them.<br><br>"No need for a lantern at this point," she said.&nbsp; "I have a few extra torches, should we need them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 18:15:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marven had also taken out a Torch of his own, since He never usually travelled anywhere without one, Holding the Source of light in his right hand, while he held his Steel Blade in his left, since his left hand was his sword-arm. <br><br>He rested back against a wall as he waited for Ilya to figure out what he was doing. He watched the Argonian curiously, still not exactly as trusting with him as he had become with the other two as he kept his glare on him.<br>"...So, you said Dwemer Ruin's...do you know exactly what could be down there? As in are the Dwemer's contraption's still active down here?...and what of the possibility of Falmer? They aren't exactly a pleasant creature to run into on your travel's, but their Charus Pets? By Ysmir those thing's disgust me..." Marven shuddered slightly, shaking his head at the thought of the vile creature's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: The Fall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 23:20:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ilya hushed the Nord, his ear still glued to the wall. Did it look like he was resting? He closed his eyes and concentrated, continuing his tapping while gritting his teeth. It was hard enough to listen for the hollows with the hum of the machinery deep beneath them reverberating through the wall without someone blathering in his other ear about Falmer and whatever. Finally he tensed up, tapping a few extra times on a spot and cracking a smile.<br><br>"I'd say the chance is about as good as any to meet contraptions, Falmer and Charus. But as long as we can keep to the ruins and out of the caverns we only have to worry about one of them." He scraped with his claw around the spot and found the edges of the covered mechanism. With a heavy push with his thumb against the surface the stone cracked and the button was pushed in, part of the fall seemingly falling inwards and then to the side to reveal a pristine but dusty dwemer corridor. He stood up with a cocky smile and bowed to his audience while motioning towards the newly opened path. "If you are so eager to find out, how about you take the lead, Marven? Meanwhile I'll keep the ladies company."
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