Indebted to the Dragonborn (DrMurdockKawfi and Darkmoon)
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				Title: <strong>Indebted to the Dragonborn (DrMurdockKawfi and Darkmoon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>29-12-2013, 20:52:56</strong>
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				Kalli Ta'Orah walked along the road toward Riften, the moon amulet tucked into the small backpack over her shoulder. She didn't have much in the way of belongings, just some food, some potions, and a bedroll. She was a lovely young Khajiit woman, with tabby colored fur and tiger like stripes mostly hidden by her scavenged armor. Her nose was scarred from the scratch of another Khajiit, a fight back home when she had been just a kitten, really. She had come to Skyrim nearly three long weeks ago from Elsweyr's capital. Unlike most of the Khajiit that found their way here, she had come not with a trading caravan, but on her own. Kalli was a well respected scholar back home, known throughout southern Elsweyr as an alchemist and enchantress of some renown. She had some magical talent as well, but her interest had never really been the arcane. She preferred the more practical parts of magic, those bits of the ancient arts that anyone could touch. It bridged the gap between mages and ordinary people. Her interest in Skyrim was simply the unique flora that she had heard of. A friend had gone with a caravan and brought back some glowing mushrooms, which she had a great time experimenting with. She had decided then, that she needed to explore the northern land and shed light on its alchemical secrets.<br><br>How could she have known that she would be arrested at the border like a common thug? She had come to Skyrim as a scholar, not a common thief. Here she was treated as a criminal simply by her race alone, from the moment she approached. It was an appalling thing, and not one that she'd ever encountered before, as she had never traveled outside of Elsweyr.&nbsp; Her rather complicated status as Dragonborn seemed to get her into the cities when her kin were not allowed, at least most of the time. She'd had to talk her way in, and bribe a few guards, to get through some of the gates.<br>She hated it, and she was considering traveling to Winterhold in search of like minded scholars who knew the value of her work, and wouldn't judge her based solely on her appearance. She shouldn't have come, in hindsight, this entire trip was a terrible idea. She had known that there was a civil war, but she really hadn't much cared. Men who thought they could fight wars made her roll her eyes. Back home in the desert, it was the Clan Mothers who planned and strategized war. Men could fight, but they could not make war, the two were very different things. She found these humans to be like rowdy children, fussing and making war rather than responsibly settling their problems. Elweyr's government was far more stable, she supposed, simply because they never had the burden of a new King, nor the problems of succession to a throne. Their Mane was simply born again, over and over, a constant and everlasting figure of peace.<br><br>She spotted the caravan camp by Riften's stables, lifting her hand up to shield her sensitive eyes from the sun. She spotted the man she was looking for, the caravan's guard who owned the amulet that was tucked into the small pouch on her hip. It was nestled there among flowers and roots that she was saving for her experiments. The lady stepped up to Kharjo, finding him near the back of the camp, next to a woman cooking a stew over an open fire. It smelled strongly of moon sugar and other spices from their home. A sly smile appeared on Kalli's face. "I believe that you are missing something important." She spoke in Ta'agra, no need to use the Nord language among her fellows, after all. She reached back into her back and produced the shining silver amulet.<br><br>She had taken on the bandits alone to get it, had traveled many, many miles back down the road. They barely knew one another, but she knew a good man when she saw him, and... well doing something for one of her fellows meant something to her. She normally didn't get involved in the needs of others, but it sickened her to see how her fellow Khajiit were treated. The humans looked down on them, simply because they were furred, judged their intelligence and their intentions. She had seen members of caravans being jeered at, and Khajiit thieves treated like animals in her travels. She had already seen so many young men and women forced into thievery by the very accusations of such, and she had not even been in Skyrim a month. <br><br>Acquiring the amulet had not been a simple chore, but it was worth it to help her fellows. Not that this was a charity. She expected something in return from him. She handed the amulet over to him, meeting his eyes and expecting her reward. He might offer her gold, but truly, she was after something more. She did not yet know of his debt to Ahkari, but when she learned of it, she would set it right with the other woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Indebted to the Dragonborn (DrMurdockKawfi and Darkmoon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkmoon</strong> on <strong>29-12-2013, 22:37:51</strong>
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				The cool air of the autumnal Rift, coupled with its canopies of red and gold, were a welcome change for Kharjo. Their makeshift encampment outside of the stables was more comfortable than that in the bitter snows of Dawnstar, or in the wilderness outside of Labyrinthian, where the mountain snows were the Khajiit caravan's only protection from the noses of the trolls there. The road took them many places, but Riften always seemed best for Khajiit's cold feet and icing whiskers in Skyrim.<br><br>The steel-armored caravan guard's whiskers were particularly twittery today, thinking of the full bellies the caravan would have once Ahkari's Skooma was bought up by the particularly thirsty addicts of crime-filled Riften.&nbsp; Kharjo had to be particularly watchful here, with the increased business that skulked out from the city and all too often tried to bully or steal from them. There were some locales, such as Falkreath, where Ahkari's caravan was wanted for the killing of such lowlife bandits posing as proper townsfolk. Kharjo cut down those that he must to protect Ahkari and the others, but he wasn't particularly fond of cleaning Nord from his claws. Still, he was indebted to Ahkari for freeing him from that Cyrodil prison, and getting fed from her merchant business was a pleasant way of getting by even if he was paying a debt.<br><br>The guard was getting an itch for adventure as with each passing rounding of the Skyrim trade routes he saw the same places and the same people. He missed the warm sands of home. Though Ahkari could be a Clan Mother herself for everything she did for him and the others, he had a wandering and mischievous spirit that had gotten into fun (and trouble) since he was first leaping from the bluffs of Red Rock Canyon. Perhaps he would be free one day to see the Red Mountain of Morrowind, and pit fight for exotic food and glory like Vheja the Dancing back in Elsweyr in his early days. First, there was the matter of settling his debt to the bandits that had robbed him of his amulet. He did not know how he would get it back, given that he was outnumbered and outclawed, but each passing day that he was without it he felt greater and greater anxiety, for lack of the secret power that only a Khajiit could unlock from it and the memory of home that its sickle moon signet symbolized.<br><br>When the lovely Khajiit strode up to him, his thoughts turned away from hot food he was awestruck by an unfamiliar face from home standing directly in front of him. He did not encounter many females of his kind, and this one stirred him to stand up straighter and his tail to twitch. When she spoke, his eyes widened as did the narrow slits of his pupils. "You have Khajiit's amulet!" His hand instinctively reached out for it. "But how? Who is lovely Khajiit woman dangling Kharjo's prize before him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Indebted to the Dragonborn (DrMurdockKawfi and Darkmoon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>30-12-2013, 22:01:45</strong>
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				"Kalli Ta'Orah," She introduced herself, handing the amulet over to him. "You may not remember Khajiit. I passed by here four days ago, and you spoke to me of the amulet so missed." She told him. "Our kind is not well looked upon in Skyrim." She went on, "We must show one another kindness if we are to find it anywhere." But she wasn't doing this from simple charity. "What might I call Khajiit?" She asked him. She longed to know if he were free for the taking, or if he were already bonded to one of the women of the caravan. If that were the case, she supposed that she would accept his gold, but truly she longed for company more. She wanted to here the tones of Ta'agra in her ears, and see the face of a familiar race beside her. <br><br>"Skyrim is such a miserable lonely land," She went on. "Kalli is alone." She was not trying to coerce him, such a thing was unnecessary. If she chose a bachelor male as her mate, there was little he could do about it. Her words were instead to hint for him what was to come, what was on her mind. <br>A soft breeze blew over the group, and Kalli's eyes flicked up to the sky out of habit, looking for a dragon. Her claws extended for a moment, only to retreat back into her hands. One ear flicked back on her head. As the Dragonborn, she was constantly aware, on the lookout for the Dovh. She was still not entirely comfortable with that piece of her identity. It wasn't a concept well understood in Elsweyr, being a foreign tradition belonging to the Nords. She wasn't even certain how she could be in the lineage of the dragon blood. 
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