TES: Brave New World (IC)
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				Title: <strong>TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 23:24:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb58377/elderscrolls/it/images/9/9d/Helgen2-1-.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151019.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151019.0)</div><br>"It's a bloody shame it is..."<br><br>Blind-Eye stirred from his sleep in the back of the covered wagon. It wasn't proper for a Legate to sleep in a munitions train. Tullius would probably have agreed the the off-hand comment from his second in command. But it wasn't his half drunken stupor that had provoked the nord woman to express herself so dourly. It was the three hung men over the gates of Helgen. Or rather boys. He could clearly see that none of them even had a trace of hair on the chin, none less on their scrawny chests. Old Blind-Eye Corvinus sat up, lending some support from Fera's strong arm as he pulled himself up and threw his feet over the back of the wagon as she had.<br><br>"They haven't seen enough summers..." he said as he placed the plumed helmet over his dark scaled head "...try to find out what they were guilty of when we come to a stop, will you?"<br><br>"On it, Sah!" <br><br>She leaped from the back of their vehicle and hurried up ahead. The lizard gave a grunt and watched the landscape in front of him. Vast valleys of thick pine forests nestled between mountain peaks as high as the clouds. Skyrim. He had never thought he would live to see this forsaken land again. But Fate had yet to claim his old bones. Or rather his rejuvenated old bones. He was as young as ever after all. Leaping down he watched as the rest of the train entered through the gates. Flies from the bloated bodies hanging from above buzzed around him and he gave a snarl as he looked up at the gate watchman.<br><br>"Cut 'em down, they're leaking bile all over my darn wagons!"<br><br>The guard shrugged and pulle a dagger from his belt, cutting the corpses down just after the last wagon made it past. The swollen corpses hit the ground with a sickening thud, but Blind-Eye wasn't too bothered, having decided to take a piss against a nearby tree-trunk. As he was done he turned his face up towards the guard once more.<br><br>"What's with the public display? What they done?"<br><br>"None of your business, lizard."<br><br>"That's Legate Lizard to you, troll-breath, and unless you want a reenactment of the Civil War right here between you and me you better tell me!"<br><br>The guard wizened up and looked down on the bodies.<br><br>"Horse thieves, Legate. The Jarl wanted an example for the other youth of Helgen..."<br><br>The argonian snarled and walked past the gate. Siddgeir hadn't been a great Jarl, but not the kind to do something like this. Either the fool had gone completely mad or there was a new Jarl in Falkreath. No matter which, he would be glad to leave it all behind. 50 wagons, all half full of tools, weapons and provisions, flanked by four legionnaires each. The other half of the space would be filled up by people, volonteers and refugees from along the way. Some had already joined them from Bruma, others would surely come flocking once they made it past Whiterun and Morthal before they arrived at Solitude. And then the sea awaited. How anyone would have found out where to find the blasted island, Blind-Eye didn't know, nor did he really care. It was something for the Imperial Scholars to figure out once they had packed everything up on the boats. 25 ships had been secured for the trip from the Imperial Navy. Not a small amount to be sure. He paced towards the tavern when Fera appeared before him.<br><br>"I've already heard of it..."<br><br>"Sah, I think you had enough last night."<br><br>"I'm not here for the drinks." Blind-Eye lied of course. He was planning to get plastered for the rest of the journey until they arrived at Solitude, the less to see this stain on the map of the Empire. "I sent for some reinforcements that should be here in Helgen by now..."<br><br>"Shirley they would've met by the gate, Sah?"<br><br>He stopped for a moment and swayed on his feet a bit. He tried to focus her through his badly hungover senses. Her accent was still a jumbled mess of Cyrodiilic and Rift after all these years.<br><br>"Not that kind of reinforcement, Praefect. Not official at least..."<br><br>"Mercenaries, Sah?"<br><br>"Acquaintances, Fera. People I lost contact with long ago. But something tells me they would be invaluable for our mission. Set the men to guard the caravan, half at a time, no drinks for the the footmen, half drinks for officers. I want everyone but me sharp as an An-Xileel blade while we are here..."<br><br>With that he pushed his way past the eager officer and through the doors into the tavern. Trygg's Inn. He had never been here. Last time he was in Helgen it was still a smoldering hole after Alduin's little visit. It seemed time healed all wounds, even those inflicted by the World-Eater himself. He threw some irritated gazes around at the gawking nords and bosmer as he staggered up to the barkeep. He must have looked the part as the man almost pushed a whole flagon of mead in his hand before he even uttered a word. He threw the sweat drink back in one sweep. Junipers, just like the old bottle he found in the ruins all those years back. He, Isaac and Rold had been punched out in surprise at how strong it was. Probably aged beyond forgotten behind a shelf somewhere before the dragon had ploughed the whole tavern up. He slammed the flagon down on the counter, eye widened as he gave a sigh of relief. The iron band around his head was already loosening.<br><br>"Keep them coming..." he said as he flung a whole pouch of coin to the keep "...don't stop until I crawl out of here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 05:02:54</strong>
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				The moment the letter from Blind-eye had been read Ash had started to pack. She started to sell off some things as well. She planned on traveling lightly, she was not sure if the Argonian would want her to travel with him, after all the letter had been for her Uncle. She could be at the very most simply delivering the message that Thaernd was dead and would not be giving any aid in the attempt to set up a colony. She did hope that she would at the very least be able speak to Blind-eye for a bit, maybe hear about her Uncle.<br><br>Reading the letter ment for Thaernd had been painful for Ash. She still missed him greatly, she had not taken his death well. He was all the family she knew. She loved him as a Father, with him she had shared everything, they were close and had been since she was young. She looked enough like him that she was thought to be his daughter by most that met them, she had stopped correcting them by her tenth birthday. She hoped to get some closure from meeting with Blind-eye.<br><br>She had made her way to Helgen on foot, she could navigate the forests quicker then a carriage could take her along the roads. She only carried a few changes of clothes, some gold, her bow and arrows, and a few books that she could read to pass the time when she got to Helgen. She thought that she was going to be there a few days at least may as well be prepared with something to pass the time. <br><br>She wore a set of Dragonscale armor, it had been Thaernd's, though she of course had it modified to fit her. It had taken some time to find someone skilled enough to work the armor, she had found someone though and it made her quite happy to wear it, this was the first time she had traveled with it, she had tended to wear Elven armor before this. This made her feel closer to Thaernd though, like he was protecting her and watching over her even though he was gone. <br><br>She wore her long red brown hair down about her face, she had the helmet in her pack rather then wear it. She found it to be more comfortable, should she run into trouble though she would slip it on.&nbsp; She also enjoyed the feeling of the wind in her hair far more then she would like the added security of the helm.<br><br>Arriving in Helgen was a bit of a change for her, she heard one of the guards comment on her armor and could not help but smile. She walked around for quite some time before finally heading to Trygg's Inn. She wanted to get some sleep after the trip, sleeping on a simple bed roll was fine but curling up in a warm bed and reading. <br><br>She was short compared to most everyone there and most of them took notice. She walked to the man at the bar and asked for a room quietly. She pushed her hair back out of her eyes as she waited for the key to be delivered. She took note of the face that she seemed to be the only Bosmer in the Inn.<br><br>"Thank you for the room, may I have a glass of water please?"<br><br>She did not think that they were able to meet her needs in the way of alcohol here. Just about every place she had been to in Skyrim used plants as the base of their drink.&nbsp; She sipped her water as she sat off to the side of the bar. She was use to being looked at, there did not tend to be a lot of Wood elves wondering the mountains of Skyrim. Though most eyes seemed to be darting to the fellow a few seats down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InvertedAgony</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 21:16:02</strong>
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				Khajier walked along the treeline fifteen-feet away from the dirt road, staying out of sight while he licked at his right paw. He was cleaning himself of the deer blood he had on his furry paw. He stopped and ducked down next when he heard two unfamiliar voices coming his way. From the sounds of it as his upright pointed ears heard, they sounded like Nords or maybe Bosmer. He didn't know for sure since it has been a month or two when he was last around either kind and he was happy for that.<br><br>Blending into the mountainous terrain okay, Khajier watched from behind two tall boulders as two males walked along the only real road away from Helgen. They wore Imperial armor and carried associated swords and from the looks of them they appeared to be Cyrodiilic. When he watched where they were heading he smiled, his round-balled tail flicking behind him. "They are patrolling. What a coincidence."<br><br>Crouching down onto all fours he stalked through what few trees there were like he was hunting for a meal. The closer he got to Helgen the slower he moved, laying low as he saw caravans but not just any traveler caravans, no. Khajier saw these were Imperial caravans and they were well-guarded outside the gates of Helgen. This made him lower his head in dismay.<br><br>"Khajier suddenly feels alienated." He said to himself reaching at his sides, checking for the Ebony dagger he carried on his right hip and the steel dagger that he borrowed from a dead Nord back in the mountains of Markarth. He recalled the poor man had his heart ripped from his chest and an arm contorted in a way that nobody's arm should ever be able to achieve. He could say a Hagraven was behind it or even a Vampire. Both did unholy, indescribable things with organs and sacrifices, he knew this from the one vampire he had ever killed with his bare hands three months prior to his arriving in Helgen now.<br><br>"Khajier has decided to wait in the safety of these mountains until they leave." He said to himself crouching down low in his cloth attire which was brown and burgundy. He wore only pants and top with a matching hood in which covered his face a good measure so he could keep his eyes slightly hidden unless he tilted his head up just right and had holes cut into it so his ears could fit through without hindering his hearing and keep the hood on too.<br><br>Even though food, drink, shelter, and a warm, comfy bed did sound amazing to him Khajier knew that there were probably Argonians residing within those walls and the last thing he wanted was a bloodbath, or at least venom spewing. That is why he decided to wait a bit first and while he did that he pulled out something from his pocket. It was a single piece of parchment with a note written on it that was for his father, Jir'lazo, from a person by the name of <em>Blind-Eye</em>. After reading it for the hundredth time it felt like Khajier rolled it back up and tied the ribbon around it then pocketed it once again and peeked out from around the rock he was hiding behind. He wondered if this Blind-Eye was somewhere within those walls or not. If not, maybe somebody knew how he could find the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 16:27:16</strong>
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				Azarel in the meantime had set off for his destination quite some time ago. He had to because he was in the far east of the Region of Skyrim and Helgen was at the very south of it almost, close to the mountain pass that separates the Imperials from the Nords. He looked a touch bored as he had come down from the College into Winterhold which had recovered somewhat from the more memorable antic of Ancano. Didn't matter if he was Thalmor or not. In the eyes of the Nords he was still a mage of the College who brought more calamity upon them. <br><br>After packing some food and provisions for the trip on foot no less and causing him no amount of frustrations then had to walk on foot from Winterhold down towards the city of Windhelm. Marching onwards to try and make good time he remembered that he was given notice by the Archmage Aranea on the summonings by the Legate. The name escaped him for the moment as he was kind of in a bad mood after the Frost Trolls pack decided the Dunmer looked edible and instead got a face full of fiery death. By the Nine, he hated traveling!<br><br>Moving alongside the Snow Veil Sanctum it had become a nice little outpost for bandits that were obviously tired of living when thy tried to collect a toll from the now obviously pissed off mage. As for what kind of mess Azarel left behind in his wake, he found himself kind of hungry so he used the thieves own cooking pot to brew up some Venison Stew and then ate whilst the corpses smoldered in the cold. In terms of Morrowind that was pure luxury and honestly he wanted some energy at the halfway point between Winterhold and Windhelm.<br><br>Fortunately the rest of the trek on foot was more or less uneventful. And obviously like any good Dunmer to the victor go the spoils. Thus he was carrying a good amount of Hide and Fur armor along with a few trinkets on his back without stopping. Before he would get upon the carriage he stopped into the market and just piles on the objects. In a tradition of merchants hate a Dark Elf's guts, he gets the shaft when it comes to the fattening of his purse. He sighed once more and sucked it up. He was in a hurry and not in the mood for this crap so he bites his harsh words back and puts on a smile and politely nods at the price. Not a bad haul though with all that he looted. Certainly would last him until he got to Helgen.<br><br>He paid for the carriage to take him to Whiterun which was a pleasant trip, especially with the fact that now Guards and not bandits had control of the Valtheim Towers. After how many times travelers got harassed, were killed by the bandits or killing said bandits, the Whiterun Guards took up shop after the civil war and established control. It made good traveling at least to be able to enjoy some bread and cooked rabbit haunch in relative peace. Upon the approach to Whiterun he would depart from the Carriage since they couldn't travel down to Helgen. All the while of course picking a few plants and such he was familiar with for some planned alchemy later on. He wasn't the best at it but it was highly useful anyway to at least make some of the essentials.<br><br>He made his way along the more patrolled route from Whiterun and then to Riverwood. Passing the Embershard Mine he didn't go up to have a look to sightsee just in case bandits were there. So he moved onwards and stayed on the road and finally he reached the gates of Helgen... again on foot. <strong>"This better be important."</strong> He muttered to himself. Well he might as well have a look around and see how the hospitality and fare was. Any interesting goods or such to buy and so forth would be a pleasant surprise for him. At least he no longer had to march anymore to make good time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 09:52:26</strong>
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				All was quiet in frozen reaches of Helgen keep as men, and women, continued to prepare for the expedition into the unsettled regions of this frosty region. Yet as the biting winds licked at the unguarded faces of Helgen's guards, it brought more than the cold of the North with it. The distant sound of galloping hooves were the first to give hint at another arrival. Soon the rough tumble of wheels riding the rough, frozen ground followed before the carriage appeared. Led by two of Whiterun's dark bays, the vehicle appeared little like the more common carriages that doted Skyrim's landscape, obsidian in color, gleaming in the pale light as if freshly waxed, and its top sealed away from view with velvet drapes masking the occupants within: and, of course, it was being dragged about at a most dangerous speed.<br><br>As it made it to the opened gates of Helgen Keep the disgruntled driver gave a sharp tug on the reins as he forced the carriage to a dead stop, bits and pieces of dirt flying in consequence at the now irritated guardsmen. Yet before they could even make it five feet the lacquered door swung open, only to be followed by a slender leg, and then an entire figure. From head to toe this person was dressed in expensive gear, from those dark snowboots crafted from leopard hide, to the black bear hood hiding away her features: for she was definitely female, pale, porcelain cleavage revealed as the fine leather armor was drawn all too tight against the female's body.<br><br>Just as the men began to speak, to utter their unspoken questions in unison, the mysterious woman lifted her chin, exposing deep gold eyes that merely stared: it was all it took to silence them. Without any words spoken she passed by the driver, handing him a small pouch of coin before walking beyond the guardsmen, gates, wagons - and finally ended up at the entrance to the Tavern, a tavern she instinctively knew would be the meeting point of a rather auspicious group.<br><br>The large, wooden door swung open effortlessly as the soft padding of boots announced a hooded figure's arrival into the tavern. It took all but a second before her gaze was drawn upon the large Lizard so snuggly enjoying the warmth and comforts of the keep. Even as she began to move, her mysterious and regal arrival was momentarily ruined, her composure dropped as she briefly tripped upon her own feet, arms going wide to keep her balance while stumbling several feet. In a moment she recovered, straightening quickly before once again striding towards the Legate and company as if the moment of failure had not even happened. Hands rose to slide underneath the hood adorning her head, a quick tug forcing it back as long, blonde locks spilled forth behind her, revealing her feminine features and deep, blue eyes. Without a moment of hesitation she spoken, calling out into the quiet tavern with all the eloquence and propriety of a troll:<br><br>"What are you, some Blind Drunk?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 01:44:50</strong>
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				The whole tavern fell silent. Obviously someone was looking for a fight. The legionnaires all around the woman stood up almost at once, a mix of anger and disbelief on their faces. The woman didn't look like a tough type, but then neither did the Imperial scouts who were mostly short bosmer, and they had made short work of that ogre just before entering the Bruma Pass. One of them were almost at the bitches throat before some of her comrades held her down. A particularly large looking Imperial without a single hair on his head and only just more teeth than fingers stepped up to the lady.<br><br>"Don't be insulting the Legate, Miss. I might just have to beat you up..."<br><br>"Enough, Cato..."<br><br>Blind-Eye emptied his fourth flagon and turned around, noticeably steadier now than when he first got in there. He focused his eyes on the woman who stood adamant before a dozen angry legionnaires. A pretty lass, reminded him of someone from his past. Couldn't put his finger on it though. He pushed the bald Cato to the side and raised up to to his full length, looking down on her before he wiped some mead from his lips.<br><br>"Sit down, all of you! None here that needs to stand up for their old commander. He's fully capable of teaching some uppity gal how the Legion..."<br><br>It suddenly hit him like a sledgehammer to the gut. Eleanor Dawnblade. No, she called him Blind-Drunk, didn't she?<br><br>"Alise..."<br><br>He turned back to the counter and pulled a stool up, taking a heavy seat. There was a streak of sadness over the proud warrior, and suddenly he seemed to actually look his age. The legionnaires seemed to change their mood as well. Their triumphant smiles and nudgings that had erupted as their Legate stood up to this strange woman were gone, replaced with dull masks of pity. It was going to be one of those nights.<br><br>"Keep 'em coming, keeper. Don't stop until I am dead or sleeping..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:33:33</strong>
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				Shadow had packed what little belonging she had owned and prepared to head from the Riften when a courier had darted up to her, he wore a legion outfit and shadow examined the slender, short man and she frowned inwardly remembering a time when the Imperial Legion worn heavy full plate with silver weapons, killing deadric warriors attacking the world. Now seeing them in leather padding over decently thick clothing, the skirts had to send chills down the legionaries spins in Skyrim. Shadow snapped from her train of thought and looked at the boy before sighing slightly. <strong>"Do you have something for me. . ?"</strong> Her voice was low and slightly filled with annoyance as she watched the courier rummage through a small letter bag before handing her a sealed envelope, the Legion seal on it. She stared at the seal a moment before thanking the courier and handing him a few silver pieces for his trouble and pulled the letter open heading out of the gates of Riften. Shadow read the letter as she walked down the road and smiled inwardly, <em>Ironic this'd come to me right as I decide to start traveling the lands once more. I suppose I'll go to Helgen then. . . </em> She thought to herself looking at the night sky. A smirk crossed her face under the mask and hood of her armor.<br><br>Shadow jogged down the road, her body used to extreme physical demands after long, long years of training and fighting. If she truly had a mind too she could jog all the way to Helgen with only few breaks, however Shadow wasn't in the biggest hurry to be honest. As she jogged down the roads she ended up aiding some legion soldiers being assaulted by bandits. After slicing a few of the bandits open the rest rand into the thick forest, tails between their legs. After discovering that the soldiers themselves were headed to Helgen she decided to travel with the small band of soldiers. Their journey hadn't been as eventful as the groups meeting besides the occasional wolf or two, and on a really bad day a few trolls. As Helgen's walls cam into view from the distance Shadow bade the group farewell splitting away from them, heading to the large snow covered mountain, Helgen bordered. <br><br>Shadow began her descent up the icy rocks and snowy ledges, she never slipped once as she reached the place she had picked out she sat on the ledge over looking the small fortress. Shadow uttered a silent prayer to Nocturnal and jumped from the ledge onto the roof of the closest building. Once upon the roof she hopped down to the back of the house and slipped to the main street before calmly entering the tavern, her face still shrouded by the mask and cowl of her nightingale armor. As she entered she witnessed the blonde girl insulting Blind-Eye, the reaction of the soldiers was normal in her eyes however Blind-Eye seemed saddened after his initial comment. Shadow looked at the ground sadly a moment remembering all the blade she had known in her past and she sighed before looking at her large scaled friend. <br><br>She pulled the the hood back behind her head and smoothed her messy jet black hair a bit before walking over to Blind-Eye and pulled a stool up next to him, She lightly seated herself sighing mildly and pulling her hood back up but pushing her mask down. <strong>"Well, you're looking good for your age, Corvinus. Barkeep, I'll take a glass of chilled milk. . ."</strong> She smiled at Blind-Eye, his features hadn't changed in all the year they'd been apart. He seemed ageless, just like her, though not a single person knew of her curse. Not even the Dovahkiin, which had been a dear friend to her, the thought of his death saddened her and she sighed sadly before taking a sip from the chilled milk the Barkeep set down in front of her. Shadow handed the Barkeep a few coins for the milk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 03:08:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd201/kepcar/SkyrimGrond-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Rold Ironwing<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Side Room</strong><br><br>Rold sat on his cot, turning the letter over in his hands thoughtfully.&nbsp; Thick crease lines were impressed deep in the soft parchment, the edges frayed from constant transport and reading.&nbsp; At the bottom, scrawled in a script he could barely decipher, was "Legate Blind-Eye Corvinus."&nbsp; And the old bastard who had wrote it was five paces away, enjoying the local brew.&nbsp; A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; That part of the lizard was still the same, at least.<br><br>Blind-Eye had ridden into town looking surprisingly spry for his age, but the way he stepped belied his temperament.&nbsp; Perhaps the years had not been kind to the "Legate".&nbsp; Rold remembered him as a proud man, boisterous and rash.&nbsp; Perhaps the years had tempered that as well.<br><br>Rold was not avoiding him, not exactly.&nbsp; He had heard the commotion as the caravan entered Helgen, and watched from his window as Blind-Eye and his soldiers swamped the inn.&nbsp; The argonian was the only familiar face in the bunch.&nbsp; Something had held him back from rushing out and embracing -- or confronting? -- the bastard, the sense that a reunion after so many years should be somehow profound.<br><br>"Bah!"&nbsp; He crumpled the letter in a massive fist, tossing it into the corner of the room.&nbsp; He had wasted time he could have spent drinking and reminiscing with "Legate" Blind-Eye!&nbsp; Or fighting him.&nbsp; Either option was appealing.&nbsp; Regardless, it was time poorly spent, and Rold had never been one to put much thought into the social arts.&nbsp; He stood, floorboards creaking under the sudden weight, and pulled on a simple shirt woven from white linen.&nbsp; He'd show off his scars some other day.&nbsp; But at the moment, he was thirsty!<br><br>Rold eased open the door, dislodging a soldier who had been leaning against it, and stepped into the common room.&nbsp; Blind-Eye stood out like a sore thumb, looking like an old man hunched over the counter like that, with everyone else in the room working very hard to not look at him.&nbsp; A short woman stood behind him, her features reminiscent of an elf, but with very pale skin and hair; maybe a bosmer/altmer hybrid?&nbsp; And was that Shadow?!&nbsp; It really was a reunion!<br><br>Rold had never been one for grace or social wit.&nbsp; He nudged his way through the crowd and grabbed a barstool next to Blind-Eye, opposite Shadow, placing a silver mark on the counter.&nbsp; "Ale, with the berries."&nbsp; Rold looked sidelong at the argonian, smiling slightly, and gave him a curt nod.&nbsp; "Blind-Eye."&nbsp; Leaning past him, he flashed a wider smile at the armored woman.&nbsp; "Shadow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 11:29:37</strong>
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				<strong>Blind-Eye<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Counter</strong> <em>with Rold, Shadow and Alise</em><br><br>Blind-Eye sat like a gargoyle perched on a pedestal, unmoving except for the mechanical emptying of every new flagon put in front of him. He didn't even flinch as Shadow sat down next to him, her soft almost whisper of a voice ringing through his heavy mind. It triggered memories from a distant past, of the many times spent out on the courtyard of Sky Haven, looking up at the distant stars. But also of all the fights that erupted after the murder of Paarthurnax. Because that is what it was. He could remember the cry from the ancient dragon to this day. He had been smiling when the Dragonborn arrived to High Hrothgar. Blind-Eye had been living with the strange monks for almost a half year when it happened. He had never been sober for that long since he was a hatchling. But the Dragonborn had barely spoken to him or any of the Greybeards, just continued past them up to the Throat of the World. As he gathered with the others in the snowy yard, they heard it. A terrible sound, almost driving the Greybeards mad in grief. It had cut a huge chunk of the argonians heart out as well, but not nearly as much as with the Greybeards. He stayed with them for a while longer before he returned to Sky Haven. Speaking of which, he could feel the large Nord coming long before he smelled him. No one displaced floorboards quite like Rold Ironwing did. He kept quite for a while before he turned on the stool and looked at the small blonde.<br><br>"Alise. Come here. I have something for you that was... that was meant for Isaac."<br><br>Whatever fate had befallen the former Blade, he didn't deserve it. Isaac was as noble and stout as they came, a true knight above himself and Rold for example, who spent as much time drinking and fighting with each other as they did Dragons. Isaac took the brunt of it all. He sacrificed so much for the ideals of the Blades. The first time Blind-Eye met him after leaving he was shocked. He had been maimed and crippled horribly during the last battle, defending the Dragonborn and the Blades. He was a wreck of a man, more interested in drink thatn he ever was before. At least the old argonian had been able to help him with that. Alise had only been about three when she first came up to him and said: "Blind-Drunk, show me how to punch." Isaac had laughed so hard he fell of his chair and Blind-Eye couldn't help join him. <br><br>He rummaged through his pockets and finally pulled out a golden coin and held it up to Alise' eyes. It was polished clean, bearing the Imperial crest on one side with a rather young looking Emperor on it. The other side was engraved with an image of a Blade.<br><br>"It's a commemorative coin of when the Blades solved the murder of Emperor Uriel Septim VII and found his hier, Martin Septim. Only one was minted before Martin died... it's the last coin the Empire minted in honor of the Blades. I found it in a ruin in Black March for some reason... thought Isaac would like it."<br><br>He handed the coin to the girl and managed a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 14:00:43</strong>
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				<strong>Azarel<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Alchemy Table</strong> <em>Interacting with NPCs and no PCs currently</em><br><br><hr><br>Azarel finished his transactions at the Alchemists shop or whatever constitutes it. Heck it might have been just the General Goods Store he had to contend with and whatever happened to be picked up by whatever didn't look poisonous to any poor souls that had to go gathering outside the walls of this place. <em>"Funny. I could still remember this damn place being burned to the ground and being used as a bandit hideout."</em> He thought to himself having to occasionally travel down here during his more enduring ventures for ingredients you just cannot get at the College. Oh sure you can get Daedra Hearts but not everything is at the tips in the archmage's gardens nor in the storehouses. <br><br>He might as well make the most of it. Buying whatever he could in ingredients including some salt piles for when he inevitably cooks for himself, he heads for the Trygg's Inn. Everyone keeps telling him he should try the mead with Juniper berries and he always thought to himself every time it came up, <em>"What a waste of a good alchemy ingredient."</em>. Entering the Inn of course had the standard Nord greeting for any Dunmer Mage. A vast empty void of silence and unwelcoming stares from the more xenophobic men or women in the inn. The dark elf smiled inward since it always was a joy to get that reaction because it probably used up all the matter in their skulls to piece together <em>"slowly"</em> that two of the things they hate the most is combined in one package and entering their bar, and would be eating their food and drink. The only thing that could make it more perfect is if he actually had the brass to wear Thalmor Robes whilst he's at it. But even Azarel would consider it in poor taste and he'd have to use a bucket of solution to get the stench of those smug snakes off him just from wearing those robes of theirs.<br><br>Ignoring all the stares that came his way he puts on a social smile and then heads on about looking for an alchemy table if there was one to be found and would start working. He does however hold a finger up to the bartender in silent request for a drink and places down a trio of Septims for the trouble. Two for the drink and one for the tip and he'd clairfy what he wanted. <strong>"I'll take the famed Juniper mead."</strong> He would then set to work on making a few potions. Nothing fancy and just the basics to make sure he got the best result without inadvertently poisoning himself in the process. A bit of wheat and some red flower petals to start with...
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InvertedAgony</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 17:56:37</strong>
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				"Khajier is now bored." He had said to himself what seemed like two hours ago though he really had no idea how long he had been surveying the front gates, watching passerby by passerby go in and come out. He even noticed two unusual-looking beings enter Helgen. Wait, only two? Khajier knew now he had taken a light Khajiit nap now as his sense of smell told of more than two, for what it was worth anyways.<br><br>"Khajier has grown thirsty and a tad bit hungry." He said before slipping out from behind the rock he was hiding behind and scaling down the steep slope to the ground before walking inside the gates. He pulled his hood over his face what little more he could so that at least his eyes were hidden from public view as he headed for Trygg's Inn. Walking right inside he saw a reunion of sorts going on at the front counter. Shaking his head once he found himself an empty table nestled off in a corner, the only one not surrounded by Imperials or whatever else was there tonight. Khajier checked his coin purse to see how much he had on him. He had around fifty Septims left. Joy, that will get him a couple drinks long as he didn't go for the most expensive mead and a decent-sized meal. Once someone did get around to coming over to him he made his order and set the cost at the end of the table, a few extra as a tip then he went about looking the place over and making notes of the diversity. He was fine with the Bretons, Bosmer, Nords, and the Imperial soldiers whom he despised so much but it was when his eyes laid upon a rather tall and drunken Argonian that he looked down at the table and hid his tail right behind him up against the wall.<br><br>Great. Just what Khajier wanted to run into... Again.<br><em>Why... Am I ill-fated?</em> He thought to himself praying to the Nine that even if the Argonian did smell him he'd leave Khajier alone. Being overly cautious as always Khajier rested his right paw on the hilt of his dagger. He saw nothing wrong with being prepared for the inevitable even if he did notice a Dunmer among the mix ordering a Juniper mead -- a famous best he had only heard of from Riften at The Bee and the Barb.<br>At last his meal arrived. A flagon of Nord mead and a plate of bread and venison. Once he was alone again he went about eating with his left paw, his right still lightly gripping his ebony dagger and still silently praying to the Nine he'd be able to enjoy a meal without some sort of altercation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 04:16:47</strong>
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				The door to the inn opened up and Fera stepped in. She wasn't particularly proud of her fellow Nords, these were a notch above the rest when it came to the blatant stupidity and a sort of anti-humility that only a Nord could muster. Not pride, as such, but anti-humility. Pride was reserved for men who could string two sentences together without using "ers" or "uhms". She made her way up to the Legate and looked over the gathered around him.<br><br>"Reportin in, Sah! Guards at the ready."<br><br>The lizard tore his eyes away from Alise and centered them on Fera. He seemed to have had some drinks, she thought to herself, hopefully not enough to send him down the other side of the mountain.<br><br>"Very well Praefect. Sit down, have a flagon."<br><br>Blind-Eye returned himself to the counter. Fera gave a frown, clenching her fists and jaw. She had nothing but respect for the Legate, but he was a damned drunk and not much more since he returned from Black Marsh.<br><br>"Sah, I'm on duty. I'd remind you that so are you, but that would be defamation of an Imperial officer, which I am not inclined to make myself guilty of. Furtha more I would not remind you of the paragraphs of the Imperial court that expect an officer to not imbibe wine, mead or spirits until after sunset, Sah."<br><br>To an outsider it all sounded rather defaming and a good bit rude, but it was merely a dance repeating itself. Blind-Eye turned again and sighed deeply before returning his helmet to his head.<br><br>"Of course you wouldn't..." He stood up and cleared his throat. His voice thundered over the inn with a deep tone, silencing all conversation "I am Legate Blind-Eye Corvinus of the Imperial Legion. All those who have signed up for duty in the colony follow Praefect Fera Raugi to the enlistment wagon. All those who received a personal letter from my Imperial office can come along with me to the..." He stopped for a minute and turned back to the keep. There was a moment of hushed conversation between the two before gold exchanged owners and the Legate turned back under a string of harsh words. "To the meeting room upstairs."<br><br>Several locals stood up and joined Fera as she walked out. Blind-Eye himself looked at Shadow and Rold and scoffed.<br><br>"Well, see you upstairs..."<br><br>A quick turn to the counter and soon he walked upstairs with four flagons clutched in his embrace. No way was he done, no matter what the Praefect guilted him with...
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 04:44:09</strong>
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				<strong>Rold Ironwing<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Common Room</strong><br><br>The keep brought his alcohol while Blind-Eye conversed with the soldier, and Rold held it silently, watching.&nbsp; He knew he had interrupted something, what with the bosmer and Shadow already with Blind-Eye.&nbsp; So he would let it play itself out, and then continue with his own personal reunions afterwards.<br><br>Rold brought the mug to his lips when the Praefect began discussing what she would not be reminding Blind-Eye of.&nbsp; A familiar fire rose in his chest at her rude words, fueled by anger and pride.&nbsp; Rude words directed not only at Blind-Eye, but also to their drink!&nbsp; Rold quickly doused the fire with a swig of ale (juniper!), very deliberately eyeing Fera over the rim.&nbsp; Blind-Eye was not his comrade, not anymore.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; The lizard would be on his own for now.<br><br>It turned out to be a wise choice.&nbsp; Blind-Eye's sigh was tired, and Rold sensed the weariness of an oft repeated routine in all of it.&nbsp; Best that he did not make himself to be the fool.&nbsp; Bt now Blind-Eye looked to be readying for something.&nbsp; He would continue to hold his peace.<br><br><em>"Well, see you upstairs..."</em><br><br>That did not inspire thoughts of a warm reunion.&nbsp; Rold made eye contact with Blind-Eye, and continued to watch him as he departed the room.&nbsp; Once the lizard was gone, he turned to Shadow, smiling broadly again.<br><br>"It is <em>damn</em> good to see you, Shadow!&nbsp; If we had more time, I'd buy you a round here'n'now!"&nbsp; Even as he spoke, Rold stood, mug in hand, and gestured towards the stairs.&nbsp; "But I say we get up there.&nbsp; Blood and ashes, I'm curious to know what all this is about!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 05:28:00</strong>
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				Ash followed Blind-eye rather then stop and wait around. Some part of her did want to stop and talk to the two ther blades that had shown. Thaernd's stories had been about them all, even meeting a single one of them would have been a dream come true for a young Ash. She slid past Shadow and Rold to where Blind-eye waited.<br><br>"Sir? This letter was for my Unlce Thaernd, he died recently and I wanted to let you know. I also had wanted to meet you Thaernd spoke very highly of you Sir. I am sorry he will not be able to make the trip with you." She said quietly her eyes locked on the Legate.<br><br>Ash looked enough like Thaernd that seeing her there rather than him should have hinted that the man died. She wore his armor, awnsered his summons.<br><br>"I am sorry for wasting your time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 22:54:49</strong>
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				<strong>Shadow</strong><br><strong>Trygg's Inn</strong><br><strong>Common Room</strong><br><br><br>Shadow flashed Rold a smile, the tall breton, he was a good man and brought back good memories. After taking a few more sips from the milk Shadow sighed slightly. <em>'I should've gotten juniper mead.</em> She thought to herself, the milk wasn't that great anyway. Frowning mildly she turned watching the exchange between Blind-Eye and the female soldier. Shadow hadn't said a word after greeting Blind-Eye, just sat their waiting for something of real interest to happen.<br><br>Shadow wiped some milk from her lips before pulling the mask over her face once more. The only part of her face visible were her shadow covered eyes. Her curiosity was mildly peaked when the Praefect mentioned something Blind-Eye wasn't suppose to do. Smiling inwardly at the Praefect's rather interesting choice of words that may or may not have been rude. Shrugging slightly looked over at Rold a moment then looked around the room, spotting all the odd people that had been assembled in this small inn. <em>This should prove interesting...</em> She thought with a grin. <br><br>Blind-Eye seemed different than before, it was probably because of his age but it didn't really matter. Blind-Eye looked relatively young for his age, how interesting. As Blind-Eye had his quiet conversation with the Bar Keep, Shadow just watched as young nords, barely men, and some hunts men left with the Praefect.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">"Well, see you upstairs..."</span><br><br>He sounded thrilled to be having this wonderful reunion. Shadow remained seated however as the large lizard made his way up the stairs. Looking over at Rold and seeing that big smile of his made Shadow smile herself. To be honest she'd missed all the blades and seeing his doing well made her happy.<br><br>She nodded several times before standing. "It's damn fine to see you as well Rold! After this lil' reunion I'll look forward to that drink. I agree, let's see how well this reunion goes, I'm interested in seeing who all showed up. . ." She retrieved a few coins and placed them on the counter as a tip for the Keep. Afterwards she walked over to Rold and followed him up to the meeting room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 10:45:47</strong>
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				Blind-Eye was spreading out a map of the northern coast of Skyrim on the table as the&nbsp; half-bosmer entered the room. One glance at her and he could tell. Thaernd had been a good man and an even better Blade. A quiet one, blended into the background. Not too hard though with Rold and Blind-Eye around. Shadow used to say one didn't need to sneak around them. As she spoke he emptied another flagon.<br><br>"Not at all..." he said as she finished. "You answered his summon and came prepared. Any relative of Thaernd is more than needed in this venture."<br><br>He gave her a smile and returned his attention to the map, waiting until the other s joined them before he pointed at a blotch at the upper edge of the map.<br><br>"This map was charted during the time of Pelagius Septim III. It has been tucked away ever since in the Imperial archives until it fell out onto the Arch-Mage's head when he was looking for a recipe for snowberry sweetrolls. Everyone including him thought that this blotch here was just an accidental one, a drip from the quill that the charter never bothered correcting. But when I saw it I noticed that it was in fact not ink. It was distilled blood of Dovah. The same sort that Blades of old would use to mark Dragonburials in the days of old. They used them in different quantities depending on how big of a threat the Dragon posed. This blotch is big enough to equal that of Alduin or Paarthurnax."<br><br>He paused to let it sink in, while at the same time downing another flagon of mead.<br><br>"We have checked with other sources and maps. There is a large island some ten days sailing north from Solitude. It has never been considered for colonization until now. Officially we are there to establish Imperial foothold in the ocean to protect our interests and mine for resources. Secretly, we are hunting a greater dragon..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 05:14:59</strong>
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				<strong>Rold Ironwing<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Meeting Room</strong><br><br>"Hah!" Rold laughed, throwing his arms out and yet not spilling a drop from the mug clutched in his hand: the sign of a true alcoholic.&nbsp; "You still look able to swing a sword.&nbsp; We'll see if you can still hold down a drink afterwards!"<br><br>The large man walked over to the stairs, brushing chairs aside with his powerful strides.&nbsp; He took the somewhat steep steps two at a time, looking back at Shadow when he reached the landing.&nbsp; He stood in front of the door Blind-Eye and the young lass had went through.&nbsp; His expression suddenly somber, Rold scrubbed his hands through his scraggly hair.&nbsp; "I wonder about the others," he admitted quietly.&nbsp; "Are we three all that's left of the Blades?&nbsp; Divines, I hope the others aren't singing in Sovngarde just yet."<br><br>Rold turned and entered the meeting room without waiting for Shadow's response.&nbsp; Perhaps he feared he had misspoken, or maybe he just didn't want to hear what Shadow had to say on the subject.<br><br>He opened the door without preamble.&nbsp; Blind-Eye was weighing down the last corner of a scroll on a sturdy table, a map by the look of it.&nbsp; The lass was there too.&nbsp; The room had a solemn feel to it, as if heavy news had just been delivered.&nbsp; And unless his memory had suddenly failed him, the lass bore more than a passing resemblance to Thaernd.&nbsp; And that was his armor.&nbsp; It looked like it'd provide as much protection as sheep's wool; that's what he had told Thaernd, decades ago.&nbsp; <br><br>Blood and bloody ashes!&nbsp; Ignoring the sudden wave of memories, Rold walked over to the table and placed his mug opposite Blind-Eye's.&nbsp; News about Thaernd could wait, would have to wait.&nbsp; For now the steel was hot, and it would cool if left alone for too long.<br><br>"That's where we're going?"&nbsp; Rold pointed a thick finger at the off-colored patch north of Solitude.&nbsp; When Blind-Eye began to speak, Rold leaned his elbows on the table's edge, examining the blotch.&nbsp; He let loose a low whistle when the lizard paused, but otherwise held his peace.<br><br><em>"Secretly, we are hunting a greater dragon..."</em><br><br>Rold slapped the table excitedly, grinning like a fool.&nbsp; "Divines bless you Blind-Eye, you're a right bastard!&nbsp; This is amazing!&nbsp; When do we leave?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InvertedAgony</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 01:56:48</strong>
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				Khajier, having finished his meal and watched the others walk away, released his dagger and stood as well. He needed to get over his ideals and fast unless he wanted to next meet his father's soul in an ill manner. Following their scents Khajier walked up the stairs as quietly as he could, hand -paw - on the letter he had been given in his father's stead, and stopped right outside the room Blind-Eye and the others had gone into. He overheard them all talking but what caught his attention was Blind-Eye saying they were secretly to hunt a powerful dragon.<br><br><em>Interested now, but the dragons -- are they still alive even after the Dovahkiin?</em> Khajier thought before entering the doorway coughing casually without his eyes making contact to the Argonian -- to the Legate, Blind-Eye. He couldn't believe he had just waltzed right on in knowing there was an Argonian among the rest then again he still couldn't believe his father had raised his blade alongside this creature and not into it instead. Well now Khajier would get to see which path his decision would soon take him down.<br><br>"Uhh... I am Khajier... In my father's place...?" Khajier spoke subtly, his gaze to everyone else -- even the Dunmer of all peoples -- but missing the lizardman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armand</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 23:30:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>"Drunken lizard?....."</em></div><br>The light leather boots that covered Akil's feet made no sound as he continued his trek through the foreign landscape. Skyrim was beautiful, it was different than a desert, the breeze didn't whip you with sand, and the sun didn't sit on your shoulder slapping you on the back of the neck in torment. The only thing was now to figure which of these strange inhabitants was meant to mentor him through his journeys in Skyrim, the colleague of his grandfather, and a master of the voice to teach him of his own gifts. <br><br><div align="center"><em>"Of this I'm sure."<em></em></em></div><br>Akil whispered to himself, his maroon and tan colored garb swaying in the winds as they picked up here and there, his hood slid down his back, hair clean cut and lined to perfection as if he had done so with a razor. He stood out like a sore thumb in this new land, yet it wouldn't discourage him. The dirt road was joining into a second path decorated heavily with marks of travel. Not a lone spell-sword like himself, but of a large caravan. His grandmother's directions were usually easy to follow, just hard to understand, she spoke in riddles and terms people now didn't speak of. Meeting with the Argonian should only take minutes in his thought, so he continued his trek trough the gates of Helgen, a few odd stares here and there at his strange clothes and 'curved sword' but his demeanor made it seem as if he knew what he was doing, so nobody bothered. <br><br><div align="center"><em>"Best place for a drunk....."</em></div><br>He continued on until he reached the small inn, his legs were tired, and even if he couldn't find his person of interest, he could still be nosey to rumors and open his backpack and enjoy a book or two. The door creaked open and he waltzed to the bar, it seemed as if he was ignoring his surroundings, but he was taking them in. He'd move when the time was right. Until then he had a seat, grabbing a quintet of septims from a pouch on his side, a small book appeared in his left hand, no doubt from his pouch. <em>"Ahhh, the Joo-Ni-Per Mead?"</em> he painfully pronounced never making eye contact with whom sat behind the bar or whom sat at it. Grandma warned him Imperials were nosey and Nords were bossy. <br><br>[OOC: Sorry if it's not good enough or too short! I'm a slight bit rusty.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 19:33:07</strong>
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				Silver-scale cracked neck and looseded himself up. The tall argonian garbed in form fitting dadric armor looked down on the Elf before him, ice blue eyes meeting the gold ones. He knew how this conversation was going to end, and besides, this "Blind-Eye" marshbrother was waiting for him. He was likely late already. "Move aside" he said calmly "I have places to be, and people to speak with" the robed elf of course did not budge. bringing a hand to his blade, a drop of sweat rolling down his neck. "you are wanted by the dominion for Talos worship and interfeering in Dominion busness, now come quietly."<br>Silver Scale places his hands on his hips, tapping his armor with a finger. "let me enlighten you, you belong to a tiny tyrannical kingdom, and think that some pissant treaty grants you the ability to haul people off at will. Didn't you learn anything from the Civil War?" the Talmor Elf sneered "humans slaughtering humans, why should the mighty Mer care?" Silver scale simply shook his head. "didn't tell you how many Talmor died, and how the empire really doesn't care did they." the elf hesitated, then charged kicking up snow behind him.<br>"By the nine" Silver Scale said as the blade slammed into his helm, shunted off by the superior armor "magic and stupid, still makes you stupid" The Talmor kept swinging taking some form of insult from his words. But Silver-scale responded in kind, no slow charging or chanting, no dramaic calls of magical prose, he simply raised his hand and arcs of lightning shot forth from his fingertips wracking the elf with pain bringing the golden haired being to his knees.<br>"I... ah... if I can just..." the elf panted in pain "tell the "grand inquisitor" or whatever his title is. You can't ban a god any more than you would ban a mountian." silverscale mused bringing his mace to bear on the side of the elf's head knocking him into the snow. He kneeled over the dying unconsious elf and pressed a hand to his chest, stablizing him. not enough to wake him, but enough to keep him from dying of his fractured skull. He'd wake up in a few days, hungry, thristy, within walking distance of Helgen. with the nice weather he might not even loose a toe to frostbite.<br>"Nice robe" he muttered kneeling down, as he began disrobing the elf, the Talmor certanly did give their men the finest silks and embroitary. Leaving him almost nude lying in a snowbank he continued to Helgen.<br><br>He wistled, almost happily as he walked through the small fort and into Trygg's inn. He opened the door just in time to hear a number of people blathering on about dragons, colonies, heroes of old, treasure, magic.&nbsp; Morover it was easy to see where the recruitment office was, it had two stout looking guards flanking the door that simply screamed "important people go here." He simply flashed the note knowlingly and they opened the door. Thank the nine for hunches.<br>The gathering around the table of some motly crew. Deffnately the assorted people you expected to find in a group of aventurers/colonists/crazypeopleouttodosomthingworthyofsong. For a moment the idle thoughts of "she has a nice behind" or "that sword is some of Broz's orcish work" followed but he quickly snapped back to it before he stood before the group, and dropped his Note on the table...<br>"Silverscale Arvess, here in my mother's place. May akatosh care for her."<br>He looked to the one eyed marsh brother "I take it you are one eye?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 01:29:09</strong>
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				Blind-Eye couldn't help but grin to Rold's words. He was suddenly feeling a surge of youth spring up through his spine as he straightened up.<br><br>"I hope that we can leave as soon as possible. Fera is an efficient second, she could be done with the supplies already. So tomorrow we make for Falkreath, then we'll visit Skyhaven to honor our dead before we pass by Markarth. From there we'll break for Solitude. I am to report to High King Karl Magnus before we set sail for..."<br><br>He looked up as a Khajiit himself in the door way. He could see much of Jir'lazo in the ears and careful approach. He hadn't time to open his mouth to answer him before an Argonian in Daedric plate entered as well. He gave a grin to Rold and Shadow.<br><br>"I'm surprised you two didn't arrive together. Jirlazo and Arvess were pretty sweet on each other back in the days."<br><br>He stepped forward and took the two boys by the shoulder, giving them both stern looks before he spoke.<br><br>"I am indeed Blind-Eye Corvinus, Legate of the Legion. If you heard anything of our mission, I want you to keep it to your chests. I wouldn't be happy to do it, but if I have to flog the descendants of my friends and comrades to keep this under lock, I will."<br><br>I smiled finally and returned to the table, emptying the last flagon before he rolled up his map.<br><br>"Now, if you excuse me. I have to confer with my second in command on our departure..."<br><br>He stepped out past the others and headed down the stairs and through the inn. He was stumbling a little, and his eye was blurry. Hopefully he would make it to Fera before his legs gave up underneath him. After a whole day of seeing dead comrades show up in the guise of children he needed to lose his conscience for a while. He passed a Redguard at the counter who somehow reminded him of someone, but he didn't stop to consider it but continued out the door, around the corner and threw up in a rose bush. Perhaps he should have eaten something before he started blasting his wits.<br><br>"Sah, I've seen to the supplies..."<br><br>Fera held up a cloth to her commander, a blush on her face. She had seen him like this before, it was probably in the contract that she had signed without looking through that she had to see to her drunken commander. But he was a good soldier. Or at least he had been once. Taking the cloth and wiping his mouth, Blind-Eye grunted his appreciation.<br><br>"Very well. Make sure that each of my friends get a cart of their own. Just make place..."<br><br>"Impossible, Sah! The most I could do is put two of them in one cart of their own."<br><br>That was an entertaining thought. Whoever had to bunk with Shadow had better keep their hands to himself.<br><br>"Make sure that Shadow and Ashlin get to bunk, I don't want anyone to get stabbed for having wandering fingers..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InvertedAgony</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 16:51:47</strong>
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				Khajier let out an annoyed sigh at hearing the Legate tell them all they had to keep anything they heard under lock &amp; key or else he would show them the reaction. Typical Argonian, always using threats to get their way. This annoyed Khajier further and he was seriously thinking now how his father ever got along with this Blind-Eye.<br><br>"Khajier's father is dead - has been for some years." Khajier replied back to Blind-Eye, "Khajier wonders--" He stopped when he smelled another Argonian walk in beside him, and the taint of evil from Daedric armor. Stepping inside the room more and away from the newcomer Khajier crossed his arms and glowered at the Legate. "--As Khajier was saying, I do not know how my father could raise his blade to you instead of <em>through</em> you, marsh-mouth." Khajier finished using a derogative adjective to describe Blind-Eye personally but he did it in a calm fashion; showing no aggression whatsoever towards the Argonian, just stating his opinion aloud without a care in the world who all heard, or who they were.<br><br>`<em>Khajier is bewildered still.</em>` He thought to himself as the Legate stepped past them all and exited the room. `<em>So we're hunting dragons and colonizing islands. Would be nice to have a home all Khajier's own, but not sharing the land with marsh-mouths.</em>` He thought next leaning back against the wall and resting the flat of his foot up against it and lowering his head from the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 20:56:36</strong>
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				Silver-Scale nodded as one eye passes, he could understand the need to keep things like dragons secret. It was the feline's ignorance that annoyed him he knew the "marsh mouth" comment was a slurr, and was also incorrect, as he'd grown up in Skyrim and never even visited black marsh. His mother had left him a pouch of hist sap, and that was the only connection he'd ever even had to the province.<br>Moreover their parents were friends, possablly lovers. So he should at least give the provincal cat the benifet of the doubt. He may have been raised in isolation.<br><br>He smiled pulling apart his face plate "if he's a marsh mouth..." he placed an armored hand on Khajiit's sholder "does that make me a frost scale?" he said letting a bit of his nordic accent slip through and patting the sholder. "I'm guessing we'll be stuck togeather for the trip, so I'll provide the mead" he walked past and began to talk with the bartender organizing a large purchase of black briar mead.<br>Anyone who lived in riften long enough aquired a taste, and whatever her flaws, Maven's daughter was good at making it, and her disinterist in busness meant that the price dropped greatly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 00:41:38</strong>
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				<strong>Rold Ironwing<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Meeting Room</strong><br><br>Rold let Blind-Eye go.&nbsp; They'd have some catching up to do, eventually.&nbsp; He had never gotten a chance to confront the argonian for assaulting the Dovahkin and walking off into Oblivion knows where, forsaking his oaths in the process.&nbsp; Rold had been furious then.&nbsp; Only his dedication to the Blades had kept him from hunting Blind-Eye down.&nbsp; Over 50 years had passed, and that anger had been tempered with wisdom.&nbsp; Not everyone had the mettle to honor their oaths, and that did not make them worthy of derision.&nbsp; Blind-Eye had his reason: Paarthunax.&nbsp; Rold still grieved for the ancient dragon, so wise and strong, betrayed by the Dovahkin, but he understood why it had to be done.&nbsp; He had acknowledged the pain and put it away, focusing on the crisis at hand, and honoring his eternal oath to the Blades.&nbsp; Blind-Eye... did not.<br><br>The trip to Solitude would take weeks.&nbsp; Oh yes they would talk at length and, Divines bless, they would be stronger for it.<br><br>He had known Jir'lazo was dead, but seeing his son was still a shock.&nbsp; And Arvess' child; was she dead as well?&nbsp; How many were even left?&nbsp; Himself, Shadow, Blind-Eye.&nbsp; Who else, if any?<br><br>Rold had not been close with either Jir'lazo or Arvess -- those two had always been closer to each other than with the other Blades -- but he had known Thaernd very well.&nbsp; A quiet man who had been pensive yet always alert, the perfect foil to Rold's boisterousness, especially given his ability to consume vast amounts of alcohol without hesitation or impairment.&nbsp; And this was his niece.&nbsp; Rold had to say something.&nbsp; He had to know.<br><br>He gently caught Ash's shoulder in a massive hand before she could descend the steps.&nbsp; "Thaernd is your uncle, lass?" he asked softly, unusual for him.&nbsp; Well today was an unusual day.&nbsp; "I knew him well when we were Blades, before you were born.&nbsp; I'm sure we'll talk on the subject again in the future, but please set my mind at ease in the present: why are you here in his place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 01:10:23</strong>
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				Ashlin pasued and turned to look at Rold as he stopped her from leaving. She offered the man a thin smile, she knew who he was of course. Any doubt had been cleared away by his reaction to the chance to hunt a dragon again. She raised a hand to rest on his wrist, even in armor she seemed rather delicate. She gave a soft squeeze as thought to offer some comfort to the nord. "Yes Thaernd is my Uncle." She said softly.<br><br>"There was bad information, he and a friend went in not ready for the numbers they would face. He died repaying a debt and went down fighting, it was not a bad death." She gave him a small quick hug and then stepped back. <br><br>"He spoke very well of you, it brings me great honor to meet you. I would be more than happy to speak with you at a greater length. " Her smile grew a bit, while the pain of Thaernd may have been new for Rold Ash had learned to deal with the grief. She was slowly startin to mourn his loss less and celebrate the life that Thaernd had lived.<br><br>Thaernd had spoke so fondly of Rold, he had wanted to see the Nord again. Time slips away from one though when they have a child to raise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 07:16:19</strong>
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				Shadow merely smirked at Rold's comment, Shadow had actually began to drink more after the disbanding of the Blades. It was nice to see old friends once more, though slightly depressing for Shadow. Still she forced a smile on under her mask.<br><br>She followed Rold's long strides quite easily, considering her size compared to his. As Blind-Eye began to speak Shadow stood next to Rold looking at the Legate.&nbsp; Shadow inwardly shared Rold's enthusiasm. The thought of the thrill of hunting and slaying those damnedable beasts again was an exhilarating.&nbsp; A huge grin crossed her face though it was hidden behind the mask she wore. Shadow watched as Blind-Eye left. Seeing him once more reminded her of the falling out of the Blades and how the thought of leaving with him was tempting but her sense of duty to the Blades was too great. The memories of her and Rold going around hunt and slaying the dragons and how she almost died at the battle with Alduin. <br><br>She suddenly snapped out of her memory wandering. Shadow sighed mildly it would be interesting to catch up with Rold and Blind-Eye during their journey to Solitude. <br><br>Taking a moment to study the two newcomers she remembered their parents, and how she only knew their names. They did look a lot like the Blades of those long years. Shadow looked around the room and noticed the Rold was the only other former Blade. Were they really all dead? Are the great Blades of legend a fading memory of this day and age? The thought saddened Shadow. After sighing once more she walked past Rold and Ashlin, unlike him she'd never been close to any of the other Blades.<br><br>She needed fresh air so she step out of the tavern to see Blind-Eye talking to the young nordic girl. The air was cool and this was just what Shadow wanted she made her way behind the tavern and climbed up the ice covered rocks and sitting on open rather flat one. Wrapping her cloak around her self she closed her eyes and listened to the wind and business of the small town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 06:02:36</strong>
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				<em>Caravan to Solitude, Day 1, Morning<br>Just out of Helgen</em><br><hr><br>Blind-Eye pulled the canvas on the side of the wagon aside for the third time this morning. Only difference was that this time he actually threw up, a couple of legionnaires jumping out of the cascades coming out of their commander. He hauled himself inside again and let of a loud string of curses at his second in command which echoed between the wagons and surrounding cliffsides. She had truly done it now. She had poured out his keg of wine during the night. She had forbidden the quartermaster to give him any from the Legion stock. She had gone so far as to speak to each specific squad and forbidden them to hand him any liquor. And he knew damn well that they wouldn't. There were only one person in this battalion that the soldiers feared more than Blind-Eye and that was Fera. After all it was just a letter-swap away.<br><br>He jumped down from the wagon, still cursing as he staggered a bit, having to twirl and spin to avoid getting run over by the next in line. The sun was burning away his eyes and the birds's chirping was so loud he actually threw his helmet at a nearby pine in pure dispair. He pulled a clawed hand through the dark red feathers on the top of his head and yelled at a recruit for wearing his sandals wrong. He needed a drink badly.<br><br>"Rold..."<br><br>He whispered to himself and let out a triumphant laugh. Rold would surely have bought a fair share of mead at the inn before they left! He ran from one wagon to the next, whispering Rold's name as loud as he dared. If this was going to continue he would have to mark the wagons.<br><br>"Rold... by Meridia, where is that drunken bastard?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InvertedAgony</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 17:40:50</strong>
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				Khajier couldn't believe it. The caravan had left already and where was he? Stuck in one. Oh how he hated the turnout, but it would have to do since he had one soldier already yell at him to <em>not</em> sleep on the horses. He did have the mind to tell the man to shove it but he didn't. No, Khajier didn't want to deal with Blind-Eye -- not because the Argonian "scared" him -- but because Khajier didn't want to be in the lizard's presence more than he'd be forced to already.<br><br>Khajier did hear the Legate cursing and he did snicker, peeking out to see the man throw his helmet at a pine tree. Khajier could only wonder why the Legate was so upset. Then again, he didn't need to wonder long since he had overheard the soldiers talking about how they had to keep any kind of liquor out of his grasp. This made Khajier laugh more since he had snuck out a flask of mead earlier that morning before the caravans set off.<br><br>"This will be most entertaining." Khajier remarked to himself sipping from the silver flask before sliding it back into his inside pocket he had. The flask was thin enough not to draw any attention immediately, perfect to keep it hidden.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 01:33:05</strong>
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				"WHAT DO YOU MEAN LEFT?!" she yells at the poor innkeeper her hands having a firm grip on his apron as she hauls him foreward over the counter. "and where.. pray tell.. did they ?" She sighs deeply and his eyes immediately goes down to her armour cleavage to watch that happens with such a deep breath and she again for the umpteen time curses her lecherous father. "HEY!! EYES UP HERE!" There is a general snicker in the room before she shoots an angry glare that silences them.<br><br>"Well Miss they kinda went down the road with the wago" she rolls her eyes and interrupts "well no kidding you cretin!! Where else would they go?! FLY OVER THE WALLS?!" her temper starting to boil over and the urge to start breaking legs was growing. Enough that she had to endure the last hours of people staring because she was wearing the enchanted armour her father had made, while giving very good protection it leaves a lot to be desired modesty wise.<br><br>"Excuse me miss?" a blowsy blonde barmaid pushes forward with a little shy smile on her lips, "on of the guards was talking in his sleep, and.. I might be able to help you" Ilfhild sighs in gratitude and turns to her, shoving the barkeep into the wall without much effort. "At least someone uses her brains to think instead of.. something else." she looks meaningfully at the barkeeps crotch with a very open look mostly to repay him for his drooling over her cleavage earlier. "though I can see why that would leave some.. short.. on the thinking"<br><br>Not much later she is back on her horse and racing as fast as the poor beast can take after a long trip already, her mood already much brighter with a few little tidbits from the helpful barmaid who incidentally is now quite a bit richer for her troubles. Ilfhild didn't have anything per say against ladies earning a few extra gold on their backs, but she figured those girls needed it more then some long dead body in a crypt that a necromancer was about to make into zombies anyway.<br><br>"Lovely day isnt it Appleblossom?" she grins as the wind whips into her hair enjoying the fresh cool air, silently wondering why anyone would want to live anywhere but in this heaven. Ahead she finally sees a small caravan and she slows down Appleblossom and looks around for the Argonian her father told her about, and she reminds herself that she has a gift for him before she even introduces herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 07:07:43</strong>
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				<strong>Rold Ironwing<br>Trygg's Inn<br>Meeting Room</strong><br><br>Rold's head was bowed as Ashlin finished speaking.&nbsp; He nodded to himself, lips tight in a grim line, and looked up at her.&nbsp; His eyes were dry, but the calm expression looked forced, as if drawn taut over hidden sorrow.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I knew the news wouldnt be bright, Divines, but he went down fighting.&nbsp; I bet he's singing in Sovngarde yet!"<br><br>He looked Ash up and down, not like a man to a woman, but a soldier examining equipment, impersonal, judging.&nbsp; Eventually Rold nodded approvingly.&nbsp; "You'll do 'im proud, I'm sure of it.&nbsp; We'll have to spar along the way, see what he managed to teach you!"<br><br>Rold held out his hand.&nbsp; "I'm Rold Ironwing, Blade and Dragonhunter."&nbsp; <br><br>After their introductions, he followed Shadow outside just in time to witness Blind-Eye spilling his guts all over the ground.&nbsp; Rold gave the lizard a wide berth as he walked towards the wagons, spending the rest of the day helping the soldiers prepare for their trek.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Rold Ironwing<br>Northwest of Helgen<br>Blind-Eye's Caravan</strong><br><br>He had ended up bunking with Shadow.&nbsp; That is, he tumbled into their wagon as smashed as a khajjit on naming day and passed out on the wooden floor next to his cot long after the other Blade had retired for the night.&nbsp; Rold had been getting to know some of the soldiers, gambling and drinking in the back of their crowded wagon long past sundown.&nbsp; Cole couldn't hold her alcohol one wit, but he'd be damned if she didn't rob him of every septim he had in that game of stones.&nbsp; It was worth it though, even if neither of them would remember the sex the next day.<br><br>Despite the copious amounts of juniper mead he had consumed, the nord was awake and stone cold sober at the first light of dawn, walking around the camp and helping prepare the wagons for their first true day of travel.&nbsp; Once they were on their way, Rold walked alongside Shadow and his' wagon, Oathkeeper strapped to his back in a leather sheath.&nbsp; They were in the mountains, far from the major trade routes that ran through Falkreath and Whiterun, so he wasn't worried about bandits.&nbsp; Besides, any milk-drinking brigand would be insane to try and rob a caravan of imperial soldiers.<br><br>Rold breathed deeply, enjoying the crisp autumn air hinting at snow later that day, when he heard Blind-Eye mumbling to himself and scurrying along the other side of the caravan.&nbsp; There was the rustle of canvas, and then the mumbling resumed, slightly louder.<br><br><em>"Rold... by Meridia, where is that drunken bastard?"</em><br><br>The nord backtracked, ducking behind his wagon and deftly cutting across to the other side of the caravan before he could be trampled by the horse team behind him.&nbsp; And there was Blind-Eye, fidgeting with the canvas flap; maybe he had been peeking inside, maybe he was just holding onto it for support.&nbsp; Rold laughed loudly, shaking his head at his former comrade.&nbsp; He looked like shit, even for an argonian.<br><br>"Drunken bastard?" he asked teasingly.&nbsp; "Speak for yourself Blind-Eye!&nbsp; You look like you just tried to steal a giant's mammoth cheese."&nbsp; Rold let his smile slip slightly, recalling the lizard vomiting behind a bush not half a day earlier, and the odd discussion concerning drink he had had with Fera.&nbsp; The bastard obviously had a drinking problem, but just how bad was it?&nbsp; He looked like he needed help.&nbsp; Rold stepped closer, offering support if the Legate looked unsteady.<br><br>"Divines, Blind-Eye, you look like you could use a drink."<br><br>Well, his ma had always said the best help for a hangover was alcohol!
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armand</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 19:21:30</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Akil sat in the back of the cart quietly, his right hand around a small book his left propping his chin up, every few moments he would nod his head as the carriage driver rambled on and on about skyrim, traveling, and politics. If Helgen didn't have anything but junniper mead, he wasn't to accomplish any goals there. He had set off and paid a small amount of coins to be taken to Falkreath, yet this old nord was too annoying. <br><br><div align="center"><em>"Hm.....Well let me out here."</em></div><br>Akil spoke sliding the book into his backpack and standing for a quick stretch. The chariot began to slow yet the man's talking continued on.<br><br><div align="center"><em>"I had told them, but they didn't listen, most travelers have-......Wait, that's Peak's Shade Tower."</em></div><br>The old nord almost whispered looking around as they came upon a ruined tower, Falkreath nearly visible in the distance. <br><br><em></em><div align="center">"It's fine....."</div>[/i]<br><br>Akil answered him and hopped off the cart in the same motion, his clothes made no noise but the wilderness around them was full of life. It wasn't until he had remembered things he had read about Skyrim that he became nervous, and the fact that his transportation had made their way back without him. <br><br><div align="center"><em>"Ooooooooooooh.....That Peak's Shade Tower....."</em></div> <br><br>He let out a deep nervous sigh, and continued onward.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:47:07</strong>
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				<strong>Eariyn Nightshadow</strong><br><strong>Northwest of Helgen</strong><br><strong>Blind-Eye's Caravan</strong><br><br>Having been paired to bunk with Rold again brought some good memories back to Shadow. The nights were long for Shadow, always have been. She mainly laid watching the stars, and when Rold would stumble up to the wagon and end up climbing on it with laying with a loud thud before passing out Shadow couldn't help but smirk mildly under her mask. During the day time Shadow tended to walk off the road ten feet in the woods, she'd always tended to avoid being around people. It was easier for her that way, that and she could spot potential dangers, prepare for them, and take care of them without the caravan even noticing.<br><br>This morning Shadow decided to walk next to Rold and the wagon their wagon. Shadow had Nocturnal's Kiss unsheathed in her hand, she been examining the&nbsp; the katana-like blade that this unique Nightingale blade had. Seeing no real problems with it she flipped the sword around so the tip pointed tot he ground and kissed the end of the hilt before sliding it back into it's scabbard. <br><br>Seeing the massive lizard stumble around in need of mead made Shadow shake her head slightly before sighing and muttering. "Just like in the <br>good ol' days'." She smiled mildly as Rold ducked behind the wagon and went around the wagon and up next to the staggered Blind-Eye and joked with the old friend. Shadow watched them sadly knowing one day they, like Baurus, Jauffre, the Dovahkiin and all the others. She pulled her mask down from her face and stared at the ground before she looked at the beautiful sky before sighing and going through her pack on the cart and withdrawing a black lute, after tuning it a moment she inhaled and begins to sing in an angelic voice.<br><br>"Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes. With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts. Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes. Its an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes. Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes. For the Darkness has passed and the legend yet grows. You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn comes. Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vakriin. Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal! Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin fah hin kogaan mu draal." She exhales a moment then pulls her hood more over her reddening face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 22:37:22</strong>
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				Ash had chosen to ride a horse, she was not the type to want her view of the sky or of the trees to be blocked. She had been lucky enough to buy one for a good price off a man who had needed the coin. She road near the back, sometimes would would make her way to the middle then back again. She saw blind eye hung over more than likely if he was still as he had been when the blades had been together.<br><br>Rold apparently was going to take care of that, Ash had small bit of her own stock. Though she doubted that the argonian would want to have her meat based drink.<br><br>She remained silent tough, it was not her place to comment though. So she gave a thin smile as she rode past the men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 23:28:47</strong>
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				Blind-Eye tried to reject Rold's support. What was a legionnaire that couldn't march by his own? An officer of course, but he had always prided himself of being as fit as his own men. Obviously that wasn't the case anymore. Age, hard work and alcoholism had regressed him into a barely functioning man of foul mood. But as his old comrade offered drink there was a wide smile on his face.<br><br>"Could always count on you Rold. Even when we split up you did right by me..."<br><br>That the right he did was to give him one square in the jaw wasn't the point. Blind-Eye had deserved it, he'd never said anything else. But the Dragonborn had deserved his even more. His thoughts and expression shifted from frowning remembrance to the innocent smile of saints as Fera rounded the corner of the wagon he was holding onto for support. She looked at his smile and at Rold next to him and with a heavy sigh she crossed her arms over her chest and Stood like a mountain before the Legate.<br><br>"Ain't no how I'm lettin this slip, Sah!" She poked a finger into Rold's chest with the strength only an angry Nord woman could muster and frowned. "Ya ain't giving him any alcohol, Old 'Un, or I'll sock you so hard in the snowberries that your children will come out with bruises! The Commander needs to sharpen up for this trip, so help the Devines. I already told the soldiers and it goes double up for you lot. Anyone caught serving the Legate any booze has to pull a munitions-cart by himself. And with talk I mean yelling at the top of our lungs." <br><br>Blind-Eye was ablaze with rage of an explosive character that could only be out-done by Red Mountain. But as he opened his mouth to give his loudest and most obnoxious shout-out he had ever given any soldier, he instead felt an urgency to throw up. He closed his mouth instinctively and his scales seemed to turn from darkest red to a sickly green. His eyes narrowed on Fera with a look that she knew very well. It could be interpreted as "I am going to kill the living muck out of you!" but in modern military lingo it came out "We are going to have a talk about this." He slipped around the wagon, away from Rold, Fera and Shadow, only to meet with Ash on her horse. He managed a panicked smile and curt nod as he hurried down towards the end of the train, and as he arrived he realized he didn't really feel the urge to chuck any more as much as to collapse.<br><br>"Molag take me..." he gasped, grabbing a hold of the wagon and swinging up in the back of it. He sat there on the edge of it for a while, catching his breath and turning back to his natural color. Just in time it seemed, as suddenly a woman came ridding on a swift horse towards the end of the train. His eyes became miraculously clear, perhaps because of the monumental cleavage that she brought with her. His eyes lingered only so long though, before they ventured up to her own eyes.<br><br>"Good morning... can I help you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 17:30:01</strong>
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				She holds up the horse and lets it slowly walk up to the wagon with the rather ill looking lizard, her eyes giving him a long penetrating stare as they slowly roam over his face, down the chest and with an impish grin she lets the gaze linger just a tad longer on his crotch and then chuckles to herself.<br><br>"Hello, you muuust be Blind-Eye, my father told me so much about you. I am Ilfhild Shieldmaiden daughter of Thorgar Bullroarer, you might remember him." Her smile widens as she hands over the letter that had been delivered to her father requesting his aid once more to prove her words true. "Sadly father is far to old, to drunk and probably far to busy staring at breasts and asses to come help you, so he sent me instead. Probably wanted some peace and quiet around the house for once, the old bastard."<br><br>She leans back in the saddle and cracks her neck loudly silently hoping she got the right Argonian, but her fathers description is pretty much spot on.. if you add a few years. And silently she wishes to get out of the saddle for a bit, her behind is sore and she wonders to herself if she keeps riding much longer if she will ever get her legs together again. Which would have been nice if she had her mothers job but she doubts she would be very good at that. As she is gazing at him she marvels at how lovely the scales really are up close, she never really been around many Argonians and she is looking forward to the experience. Realizing she is staring she pretends to be busy with fixing up her hair that was coming loose. <br><br>"So, do I have the right person or did I just make a complete fool out of myself?" She rummages around in her saddlebags and fishes out a small bottle and takes a swig mostly to get the travel dust out of her throat, her eyes noting how he seems to follow the bottle and her fathers stories of the drunken rampages makes her decide that offering him a drink is probably a bad idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 18:48:33</strong>
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				Blind-Eye was starting to doubt his own senses. Was the hangover going into hallucinations now? This woman looked like the typical cover for one of Crassius Curio's <em>Amazon</em>-series. Did adventurers really armor themselves like this? But all his doubts got sifted away as he heard the name of this woman's father. Thorgar Bullroarer. Finest armorer around, almost in his own league, but a damn bucktucker at that. It all made sense now. Too much sense. Only Thorgar would argue that women fought better in revealing armor, because it meant less weight and more agility with the same protection. Only Thorgar would make such a revealing armor for his own daughter. Which brought him to his next mind-wrangling question: Who had he laid to bed to produce such a fine offspring? The man looked worse than a minotaur who'd taken a giant's club in the face. Her mother must have been the heavenly tenth Divine of unnatural beauty that somehow got drunk enough to mix it with a troll like Thorgar. He opened and closed his mouth several times while he looked over the letter and the woman, his eyes lingering on her flask about as long as hers had on his manhood. He cleared his throat finally and handed the letter back. <br><br>"I'm Blind-Eye, yes." Feeling a little self-conscious he tries to cross his legs without the armored legionary skirt slipping the girl any better look than she had already gotten. If he ever caught the bastard who decided this was a good idea for an armor he would probably bash his nose in so far he could smell his own backside. "If your father thinks you are ready for the challenge, I guess you are good enough to tag along."<br><br>He stood up and swung on the side of the carriage to get a look forward towards the front of the train. They were about to pass Peak's Shade, Falkreath would soon be in sight, yet it was pretty early in the afternoon. Of course the little town could be seen far sooner than you would reach it, the slithering mountain road making it hard to actually reach it in any good time. He looked back at the woman and then swung back in his seat.<br><br>"You can bind the horse to any one of the wagons, Ilfhild. I suspect you're sore of you managed to catch up to us this soon. All wagons are open, just pick one and sit up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 22:59:50</strong>
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				Her smile widens as he stares and she can almost see the thoughts tumble around in his head until realization dawns on him of what she told him and she tucks the letter away again into her saddlebags, deliberately leaning forward a little bit more then she really needs to. As she looks back up she hears him mention a wagon and she perks up visibly. "oh bless you! I dont think I can get my legs back together again if I have to keep riding for much longer" With somewhat stiff movements she swings her leg over the horse and slides down on the ground with a thud from her boots and stretches luxuriously before hurrying to catch up with the wagons again and before she forgets she digs a hand into her cleavage and tugs out a letter and hands over to him.<br><br>"oh.. I almost forgot, from my father to you". with a smile she starts undoing the buckles and straps on the saddle so her horse can be freer and then vanishes onto a wagon with her gear leaving him with the sweet smelling still warm letter. As he opens it up her fathers horrible handwriting comes into view:<br><br>Hello boozebreath! Im sorry I cant join you but the years and soft living is getting to me, and to be honest I much rather sleep next to my charming wife then to hear your loud snoring my friend. Instead I am sending my daughter and most cherished possession. No not the armour, her! Of course I will deny ever saying that! I ask you, on behalf of old times sake. Look after her, I never been much of a father to her I know but she is everything to me. AND NONE OF YOUR FUNNY STUFF! Ill admit I am rather.. sloshed at the moment so my ramblings dont make much sense. But.. look after my babygirl and bring her back safe and look after her... eh.. shall we say.. honor? I know I know.. why did I make that armour if I wanted her to remain virgin.. at least.. I hope she is.. if not! Ill take my belt to her shapely behind myself!!!! What was my point again? meh.. just look after my baby will you?<br><br>Thorgar"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TES: Brave New World (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InvertedAgony</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 01:08:37</strong>
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				Having emptied his flask of mead, Khajier was taking a little Khajiitnap, resting up since he grew bored of the trek already. What with listening to Blind-Eye going on about Rold, puking, and whatever other shenanigans from the rest of the travelers. After waking up fifteen minutes later, Khajier sat up and stretched for a moment before hearing a new female's voice. Deciding to stay in his "room" Khajier laid his head back down and sighed. He had <em>that</em> dream yet again and didn't know why.<br><br>He'd always see himself and his father talking during the night as they stared up at the sky. He remembered hearing himself ask his father,<br><br><em>"Why do we stay here?"<br>And his father would reply,<br>"Because, Khajier, the outside world is unpredictable."</em><br><br>Khajier couldn't tell anyone why he'd always dream of that particular discussion but then again he'd not be able to explain why he'd always wake up right after his father answered him either. Sighing loudly, he sat up and yelled without a care if anyone heard him or not.<br><br>"ARE WE THERE YET?!"<br><br>(sorry it's short &gt;.&lt;)
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