The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]
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				Title: <strong>The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 01:45:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Riften</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120209191317/elderscrolls/images/thumb/6/65/TESV_City_Riften_Panorama.png/641px-TESV_City_Riften_Panorama.png)</div><br><br><br>In the SouthEastern part of Skyrim lies Riften. Sometimes referred to as "The Rift. Home of Jarl Tali Law-Giver, grand-daughter of Laila Law-Giver. She watches over Riften with a mind almost as paranoid as her grandmothers. Though she is not as foolish as to think she has any control over the Thieve's Guild. Given her ...history with its current leader. Rhiley. A man as mysterious as the guild he runs. <br><br><div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120513061336/elderscrolls/images/d/da/Riftenmapkey_03.png)</div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Recently there has been a rise in burglaries, and general thievery. Though, rumor has it, its not the Thieves Guilds doing. Has Rhiley lost his claim to his stomping grounds? </li><li type="disc">Draugr have been appearing more in the area's and forests surrounding Riften. As it were, the Jarl doesn't seem to be overly bothered with it. Her mind seems elsewhere these days. </li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 10:37:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/azmantazzi1_zpsde91a8b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Dockside<br><strong>Time:</strong> 2:45 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> La'Ora<br><br>The journey from his home in Morrowind had not taken as long as he expected. He was grateful, of course, that the town he hailed from, Blacklight, was very close to Skyrim's eastern border. He was additionally grateful that not far across that border lay Windhelm, a keep and village populated by a great many Dunmer. All he had to do was make it through the Dunmeth Pass, and even by foot the journey had taken him less than a week and presented no real problems. The Pass was regularly patrolled and seemed altogether peaceful.<br><br>The snow, the cold weather, none of that bothered Anders D'nali as he made his way westward. He had been raised in a slum, oftentimes living in a shelter with little protection from the elements, so this journey had been fairly easy for him.<br><br>In Windhelm, he found few allies and fewer friends. Thankfully, the Dunmer there were at odds with the Nords that 'controlled' the city so they had little time, energy, or inclination to hate a half-breed like Anders. He was half human, half dunmer: resembling both races, but not appearing entirely like either one. Back in Morrowind, he was treated worse than a second-class citizen, and other children gave him daily reminders of how he was 'different' at the end of skinned knuckles, split lips, black eyes and bloody noses. This treatment was an almost daily occurrence, but it had produced an interesting side-effect: Anders was tempered against such mistreatment. Fisticuffs were a normal activity for him. He feared no one and nothing, and every day alive to him was a blessing. It had hardened him far more than nearly any other lifestyle would have, and this tempering would prove to save his hide on many occasions. <br><br>He spent the better part of two days in Windhelm seeking the information he was after. He sought a human, an Imperial officer, tall with black hair, ice-blue eyes, and a very unique tattoo on his left arm and shoulder. This human was important to Anders: it was the man that he had planned to kill.<br><br>Information was not very plentiful in Windhelm, even though after explaining his case, some of the Dunmer had agreed to aid him. He had never received 'generosity' before, and at first had refused any charity offered him. But his cause was just, they said, and he slept on a clean floor near a warm hearth, and ate warm bread for the first time in ages.<br><br>He discovered that there -was- a person who might be able to help him: an information broker of sorts. She was a bosmer with the mysterious name, “La'Ora”, and he was told that she could be found in the town of Riften, further to the south. Anders was told several stories about her, from how this woman was a whore for the Theives Guild and garnered her information from the enraptured beds of her clients, to how this woman was an assassin for the same organization and had slain every person who had laid eyes on her angelic face. While Anders believed few of these tales, there was a common theme heard from -all- his sources in Windhelm: she was the person to seek if he wanted to find answers to his questions.<br><br>Being the only lead he was able to gather in three days of searching, Anders grew restless and departed Windhelm, heading south. The trip was longer and a bit more treacherous than the journey from Morrowind to Windhelm had been, but he was able to make the journey without any serious complications.<br><br>Arriving in Riften, he found far few Dunmer and far more humans than he had in Windhelm, but ultimately it didn't truly matter: both races distrusted him equally. He arrived in the early evening, stealing himself over the city wall instead of going through the main-gate where a tax was being collected from anyone coming into the city. Dodging and hiding from the guards on the walls was far easier than expected, and silently Anders mocked the humans and their poor nightvision. He made his way towards the taverns of the place and began his inquiries anew.<br>Unlike Windhelm, the people here were -not- so forthcoming speaking about La'Ora, and in fact when he mentioned that he was seeking her, several of the people who he spoke to gave him wary or dirty looks. After spending most of the evening quietly inquiring, he finally met a gentleman who promised that he could take Anders to meet this mysterious broker of information.<br><br>Anders went with this man, and of course it was a trap. But to Anders, -life- was a trap, so he was not surprised when the man led him to a dark alley, drew a knife, and tried to gut him. Anders disarmed and disabled the man, breaking the man's wrist in the process, and before the half-breed could embed his sword into the man's gut, the man cried out that this had merely been a test, that if Anders had passed it, only THEN would he be able to meet with La'Ora. <br><br>Patience running thin, Anders extracted the information from the thug and departed, breaking the man's -other- wrist in the process. He would be able to find La'Ora at the dock, behind a specific warehouse at a specific time, where she would be waiting. If Anders didn't show up, La'Ora would assume the thug had killed him. But if Anders did show up, then that would be proof enough that he was worthy of a few minutes of La'Ora's time.<br><br>Anders decided to do one better – he went to the location -two hours- early. He examined the area and made a small spot to sit behind a stack of crates, where he would be out of sight but could keep watch on the meeting location through the small crack between two crates. <br><br>Time crawled by as he waited patiently, preparing his words in his mind, preparing his offer for this information he so desperately sought. When his mother passed away, he had little reason to remain in Blacklight, but he had -every- reason to hunt down the man who had defiled his mother, and given this life to Anders himself. All roads had lead to this place, to this moment. He would get the information from this La'Ora and then he'd be yet one more step closer to exacting his revenge, slipping into the embrace of darkness to continue on his quest.<br><br>Quietly he waited and watched, cloaked in complete darkness unmoving and soundless. The time for the meeting with her was rapidly approaching, and he found himself gripping the handles of his twin short-blades anxiously. The night was now very old, only a few short hours lie between darkness and daybreak. He saw only two or three people pass by this way in the two hours he sat there – this location truly was little used, a perfect place to meet this mysterious woman.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:21:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, in front of Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning or something, Oblivion if I know!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>It wasn't every day the peasants and miners of the Rift had the pleasures of seeing an Argonian riding on a six-legged chest towards town. He had straddled it like a horse and looked very tired, dried caked blood covering his left eye from a rather vicious wound on his brow. The roads were usually safe around the holds, but who could have known the damned Draugr had taken a fancy to banditry along the paths winding through the forest. Had it not been for the troll that suddenly joined in the fray he could well have been dead by now. There had been at least three dozens of the vile creatures, which translated from Bard's tongue to about one dozen or less, and he had managed to take down a few before the troll came by. Once they had finished of their common undead enemies it seemed the beast didn't take kindly to sharing a bottle of Alto with his temporary ally to celebrate, which meant the Argonian Bard had suddenly been involved in a rather dangerous brawl complete with fisticuffs and wrestling. He shook his aching right hand, carefully rubbing his cracked knuckles. The punch that had finally crowned him the victor had been aimed at the troll's temple, a powerful hook that would have completely crushed a man's skull but in this case would have to be content with dealing enough head trauma to finally fell the beast. The slack-jawed head hung from the back of the Dwemer construct, it's head cracked open to make a makeshift container for all the troll fat he had managed to rend from the dead creature.<br><br>"Hist be praised... there's the damned town finally."<br><br>Ilya Evermore, a rather unknown individual along these parts, had travelled for many weeks from the city of Markarth after a little incident that landed him the honor of being banished from its hallowed halls and streets. He had fought his way past Forsworn, bandits, wild beasts and the occasional bounty hunter. Had it been that he had not wrecked his own workshop and a small part of Markarth in a successfully failed experiment with Dwemer automatons he would have stilled lived a rich lizard's life in the city. But now he was instead on his way towards Riften, the furthest away he could come from the old Dwemer city. Perhaps he could catch a ride out of there to Black Marsh.<br><br>Perhaps he would have been stopped at the gate by the guards without his unusual mount anyway. He was obviously not from around the Rift, his rather travel-worn and stained clothes more of a Solitude cut than anything else. Didn't help that he wore an alabaster elven chest-piece of unknown design either, which of course made the watchmen ask if he had travelled from the Dominion. The blood caked eye and the two cracked fangs didn't make much of an impression either, no matter how much Ilya stubbornly defended his very rugged Argonian handsomeness. The only thing that kept the guards from taking him in for interrogation was that he was a full head taller than them and probably built for two. Fist-fighting anything from wolves to giants sort of had that effect on any body. When they decided that they wanted to search his Dwemer Luggage for contraband he countered with "Of course, Watchmen, be careful though as it's rather hungry." In the end he got to walk through the gates untouched. The hold simply didn't pay them good enough to fight large lizardmen and be bitten in half by six-legged containers.<br><br>Ilya jumped down from his unusual mount and gave a groan as he felt the reverberation of his act painfully make its way up his feet, legs and back. He had probably broken more than his knuckles in the bout with the troll. His eyes blurred a little as he gripped the Luggage to steady himself. What he needed now was a healer and an inn. He knew nothing of the town though and as his eyes cleared he could see plenty of shifty and curious eyes eyeing him and his walking chest. Woe to the fool that tried to steal anything from his Luggage, but if they tried to rob him now he wouldn't be up to fighting back. He would have to find refuge away from the streets, but to find such a place he would need an ally to help him.<br><br>"I'm not really up to playing a song right now, Luggage... unless someone takes pity on a poor bardic soul I guess we will have to find an inn by ourselves..." Was he really talking to his contraption? Had the troll knocked his brain loose? And why the hell had he not bought that<em> Guide to the Rift</em> book that the travelling salesman had tried to sell him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 08:47:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/__AssectatoR___by_XxKalixX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften Docks<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders<br><br>The night belonged to <em>them</em>. As soon as the shadows began to grow, consuming the world of daylight the thieves, bruisers and others with questionable agendas found themselves released into the world ripe for the pickings. With nimble steps and agile fingers, ominous figures plucked and plundered to their hearts delight, obtaining objects just ‘lying around’ or twinkled with value. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was certainly thrilling, and it was the thrills that La’ora was after, ever addicted to the adrenaline which flooded her veins. Some were hooked on Skooma, while this particular thief got her kicks from of espionage and near-impossible or <em>implausible</em> heists. It was she who stole the heirloom diamond necklace belonging to the Jarl of Markarth. She who planted the evidence against the noble born Drevis of Solitude. She who raided an entire Imperial camp, plucking every last septim from hiding only to arrange it in neat little piles in the center of camp. Just to prove her point.<br><br>But who was bragging?<br><br>Information was often more valuable than rubies, and with the right sort of information, you could convince others that the most precious of the flawless rubies were worth nothing. It was a fine art that was often overlooked, yet made this particular thief a valuable asset. So it wasn’t unheard of, with her reputation and her talents, that there were those willing to pay the right price for whatever information she might provide. And if she didn’t happen to possess it? Well… research was another avenue she excelled at, and it was only a matter of time before she obtained its secrets.<br><br>Information told her valuable things. Like, there was a halfblood walking about, talking loudly, asking for her by name and digging into the corners of her city for anyone who would listen. There was a curious fellow, some had said, set with determination and a mean set of fists to obtain answers. But the thief didn’t go running, nor did she scoff and wave away this opportunity. The test was already accomplished; Valix sat on his cot even still, wrists wrapped in cloth, nursing a foul tasting potion that got the job done, as soon as you managed to swallow the swill. His wrists will heal in time, and she had rewarded him enough to make it worth his time. All that remained was controlling this opportunity, discover the source, and milk it for all it’s worth.<br><br>She was a tiny thing in comparison to most, far from imposing, with a face often shrouded in shadows with the exception of her crooked smirk. The same smile (which often got her in trouble), was prominent now. La’ora crouched on the roof above the meeting point, watching the figure as he hunched behind the barrels, hardly distinguishable between one or the other. A novice in the arts would overlook him; the occasional patrol of the guard hadn’t even hesitated as the man strolled across the docks, armored boots echoing quietly in the early morning air. <br><br>Meeting someone while their hands were set on the hilt of both blades was often a bad sign that meant they wished to poke you full of holes. She had no intention of getting pricked. Silently, like the wind brushing through the fog, La’ora moved across the roof so that she angled herself behind the young man, who appeared to expect her to come from around the corner. Positioning herself into a crouch was easy enough, she even casually stepped off the edge of the roof, catching the large support beam with her hands as she passed down to slow her decent. With feather-light steps she positioned herself on the dock, already well versed in which boards to avoid, less they creaked. Caution, always.<br><br>With a flair for dramatics, La’ora crossed her arms at her chest, turning up the volume of her grin before leaning against a supportive pole not far from the halfblood. She wasn’t in easy arm’s reach, which gave her more room around his blade should he try to make an attack on her, yet she wasn’t far away from him, either. Close enough to take note of his ashy skin and the tightly set clench of his jaw. Nervous or apprehensive? She didn’t care.<br><br>“Expecting someone?” Her voice belonged in the bedroom, not out here on the docks; ready for a fight should one come her way. It was husky in the way all women desired, yet warm with the ever-present touch of humor. Humor which matched the crooked smirk still plastered on her face. The thief was amused, yet it was too dark and her cowl set too low for the sparkle of mirth to be visible in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 08:47:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Traveling Riften; Before Mistveil Keep.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Ranging from midnight to current time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Freya; Ilya; Open<br><br>It was a little past midnight when Kreios came upon Riften, his arms and armor still clean; his path seeming to have gone about in relative peace. If someone looked closely enough, they may see the slight tears here in there in his clothing that hinted at more. They may notice the strange coppery smell of his breathe, or even the way his eyes seemed calmer tonight then they usually ever were. They may get a glimpse at how his journey to this cursed place had really gone.<br><br>The companion had been on his way here from Whiterun; a long trip filled with treachery, Giants, bandits and all number of foul creatures. With his skills he could avoid the majority of them, but the Draugr on the road. They were a different story, especially when clashing with the bandits he'd come across as well. He didn't want it to take long, and considering it was a week from the full moon's rise; he just let everything go. For the first time in five years, the companion had willing let out the beats upon his foes. And for the first time in five years, he felt his bloodlust was actually sated. <br><br>Staring at the back door entrance to the black briar meadery, Kreios contemplated the thoughts with a darker sense of humor. A small smirk crossed the Nord's lips then and he approached the door quietly, his cloak and cowl concealing him as he tried not to let the mail of his armor jingle too much. Soft steps lead him toward the door, and of course it was unlocked; just as he always remembered. The guards at the front always tried to charge a 'tax', and while he knew his title as companion could easily get him in; well this entrance was just more fun. Pushing the door open quietly, the companion made his way inside. All around him the smell of honey wafted, the scent alone making him glad he'd chosen this route. <br><br>Kreios continued his trek from there, navigating the narrow corridors easily from memory. He already knew where every sentry would be posted, and soon he found himself toward the exit into town. As always, there was a single person taking watch; his back to the hall Kreios was moving through. The companion slowed his steps upon the sight, inching closer to the man until the fire of the torch beside him illuminated his half concealed face. Another step caused his skyforged mail to jingle, but the Werewolve's first shot out before the man could even turn to look. Rising with the blow, Kreios drove his fist into the side of the man's turning head. The temple shot made a sickening crack, leaving the man stumbling in delirium before he crumpled to the ground.<br><br>Kreios's smirk turned into a smile at that, and he rose to his full height before nonchalantly stepping over the unconscious waif. The opening of a single door was all it took then, and he found himself back in the city of sin. The vices of many crossed his senses all at once, but he ignored them all as he began to stroll through the planked walkways that lead from the docks area to the market place. He knew he was supposed to find another clue for his contact near mistveil keep. He was uncertain why Vilkas agreed to this ridiculous job in the first place, it was a scavenger hunt; and a matter of Draugr. Sure, the situation was different; but that didn't mean a circle member was needed. <br><br>The Companion managed to put that aside as he closed in on the Bee and Bard, once again looking at the establishment and what life it had. How lively Riften was, even after dark was perhaps it's only redeeming feature. He watched the people play at their games. The gambling, the drinking, the flirtatious winks and caresses of young lovers. The drinking... That sight had him yearning for a stiff bottle of nordic mead, and he thought to those he still had in his pack. Return gifts from his shiledsiblings, but he wouldn't touch them yet. Not till he was at the spot to wait for his clue. So with that, he walked past the Bee and Bard and onward to the Markets. <br><br>The same lively feeling perpetuated them as well. Even entertainers were pouncing about, peddlers plying their trade; some with arms and goods, others with sin and flesh. He didn't partake in any of the four, just browsed all that was for sale briefly before continuing on to his objective. He passed the remaining streets, walked along the bridges, and before long he found himself wandering into the district that housed the infamous keep. He gazed it from afar, striding to a wall where he slumped down like a drunken beggar. He was positioned in such a way that his heavy cloak concealed most of his raiment, and the only thing giving away his true status was the magnificent hilt and pommel of his sword extending from the back gap between his cowl and cloak. <br><br>Now, it was simply a waiting game; so with that thought Kreios pulled a bottle from his pack. He brought the ceramic tip to his lips for a cool drink, letting his blue eyes close for a moment as the cold fire rushed down to the pits of his stomach. <em>That hit the spot.</em> The nord thought as a smile crept upon his lips, and yet another swig was taken. Perhaps this wait wouldn't be so bad after all. It was a thought, and one that excited the Nord as he wiped hi forearm across his lips. <br><br>That thought kept the Companion going, and after some time he was brought from a half sleep by the peculiar sound of metal thudding stone. His eyes opened, and he seen the strangest, and absolute craziest, Argonian leading some foul contraption about the streets. He gauged the tall reptilian for a bit, and that's when he noticed the wounds cluttering his form. They weren't what you'd expect from a typical encounter on the road; these were the wounds of something stronger then any man had a right to be. He figured a troll from the bruising, but other areas hinted at steel being drawn. <em>Well, Vilkas said I'd know it when I seen it.</em> He thought tersely, and rose from the wall with only a slight stagger. <br><br>Quickly placing the bottle back in his well worn pack, the Companion approached the reptilian cautiously as he eyed the wound. <strong>"Looks like ye have a stark bruise or two? Any tales about how it happened.?"</strong> He questioned with a grin, though his voice played out low. Low, but intense; soft spoken, but booming at the same time. It was something the Greybeards had taught him, to be in control of the voice so it did not control you. A few more steps took him closer to the Argonian, though he kept his gait slow and steady so the copious amount of mead didn't send him off balance before he had time to regulate his movements. <br><br><strong>"Regardless, I can mend em for ya? Saying ye wanted them to be."</strong> Kreios mentioned the last part with a shrug. He wasn't given a code word for the contact, or who would clue him into their presence. Just that something would be here; something that stood out. This certainly stood out more then anything else, so the mistake seemed like an obvious choice to him. The nord glanced at his contraption of a mount again, and a smirk crossed his lips at the thought of how riding the thing into battle might be. <strong>"Another point to mention."</strong> He started with his second bit, blue eyes coming up to meet the Argonian's. <strong>"What in oblivion is that thing?"</strong> The question probably hadn't come off as friendly as he hoped, but he was tipsy; and in his <em>sober</em> defence, it would have made a companion laugh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 11:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/azmantazzi1_zpsde91a8b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Dockside<br><strong>Time:</strong> 2:45 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> La'Ora<br><br>Time crawled by slowly, and as it did, Anders was growing more and more anxious. He did his best to keep doubts out of his mind, doing his best to ignore all the what-ifs. 'What if' this woman knew nothing about his father? 'What if' this woman did not have the skill or ability or power to acquire the needed information? He'd be back at step one, and he'd been on that step for so long now. He mentally offered a quick prayer to the Thief, hoping that his 'contact', this 'La'Ora' would be able to help him.<br><br>Everyone had spoke of her, even as far north as Windhelm, as if she were some sort of ghost. Ghosts didn't scare Anders, in fact, nothing did, not when he was driven largely by anger and the thirst for revenge. He wasn't sure what to expect when he met her, but he was not going to be caught flat-footed or by surprise, that was for sure. Hence, he had arrived early, much ahead of time in order to find a good place to wait in darkness.<br><br>Time continued to creep on past, and he glanced up at the night sky, trying to tell how late it was by the stars. Another patrol wandered past - a man who seemed so bored that a hoard of daedra could have been crashing down on Riften and he probably wouldn't have noticed. The guard's path had become predictable, which made Anders smirk. Some defense this place had.<br><br>After a time, he slowly started to get nervous. What if it had all been for show, like a snipe hunt? What if it was merely meant to throw him off her trail? What if this La'Ora was not even IN Riften? Anger threatened to bellow up from within him, starting in the pit of his stomach and threatening to rise, but he held his temper in check. It would do no good to rage on the dock.<br><br>Something was suddenly... different. The slight change in the air, like a different scent being introduced to it. His nostrils flared slightly, the faint brush of something - leather, perhaps? - against wood. And then the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.<br><br>He spun in a blur, both weapons drawn in an instant, his stance going low and making himself as small a target to his assailant as possible. His blades each rested down the length of his forearms, the tips jutting just past his elbows. Bigger than daggers, smaller than long blades or a broad sword, his short swords were perfect for speed, precision and damage. Right now, his arms were raised in a defensive posture, awaiting the first incoming attack. But, none came.<br><br>Instead, his eyes settled on a figure cloaked in black leathers, and the outline of the figure was -obviously- feminine. That distraction lasted only a millisecond as his eyes looked down her body and back upward, but he knew that the distraction had been long enough that if she had wanted him dead - he would be. Perhaps that was her intent, dressing as she did, and currently she leaned nonchalantly against a wooden post.<br><br>She casually asked if he was expecting someone, and though her voice was sultry smooth, almost inviting, he felt that he could almost hear a mocking smile beneath her tone. She had him dead to rights, obviously, and -could- have killed him, which told him several things. First, she was -good-. Second, she was the person he sought, and third, she was curious enough not to kill him, and at least curious enough to ask him what the hell he wanted.<br><br>"La'Ora, I presume?" he said, his visage stern, one eyebrow raised as he posed the rhetorical question. Slowly, he began to sheathe his weapons. It was pointless to keep them out at this point. If she had wanted him dead, he'd have been dead already. It had to be her. It -could- have been another underling, but after what he had done to the other 'messenger', he doubted she'd send another plebe to do her bidding.<br><br>"We have just over three minutes before the guard returns," Anders muttered softly. "If he sees or hears us, he'll sound the alarm, which will be four to six more guards running, less than a minute behind, so I'll make his short and sweet," he said.<br><br>"You reportedly sell <em>information</em>. I am looking for someone. A man. A human to be precise, approximately my height with deep blue eyes, black hair, pale skin, an Imperial Officer. He has a very unique and noticeable tattoo on his left arm and shoulder, a swirling pattern from neck to elbow. He has been in Skyrim for over two decades, having served across the province. I've already searched Windhelm, and no one there knew of him, and the people there sent me here - to you. Those details should be enough for you to either possibly have the info already, or be able to find it. I will offer you ten septims in advance, and ten more septims upon the delivery of -reliable- information as to his whereabouts," he said, his voice steady and emotionless as he described his needs quickly. "I will remain in town if you must seek out this information."<br><br>"I was told you were the person to speak to," he said, his eyes glancing down her body once more - and finding her form even -more- distracting then before. "And I am hoping that the rumors about you are true - if you truly -are- the 'Ghost of Riften' that I have been told so much about," he said, his eyes moving quickly back up to meet hers.<br><br>"So... will you aid me? Or am I wasting my time here?" he asked. Anders wasn't sure what the protocol was in Skyrim for meetings like this, but in Morrowind, they were usually brutal, cutthroat and physical. He was ready for all three, should it be required. But he hoped that she was as much a 'businesswoman' as he had heard. If money was her motivating factor, he had offered her a hefty sum for merely a few words of information. <br><br>His own blue eyes held steady, flashing brightly even in the dim lighting of the area, refusing to show a single hint of fear or intimidation regardless who stood before him. His features were obviously not human, but not dunmer - but definitely something in between. He waited patiently, even though as he had mentioned, time was ticking down and at least one of the guards would be by in a few minute's time...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 19:37:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn or Ryst<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Near Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilya Evermore, open<br><hr><hr>Nar'Rystlyn squatted on the top of one of the roofs which gave her nice birds eye view of both the market area and the front of Mistveil Keep.&nbsp; The Khajiit was extremely agitated over the events of the previous night.&nbsp; Ryst had been in Whiterun doing what she did best when she ran across another would be thief who did not belong to the guild.&nbsp; Her eyes had narrowed watching him lift the item she was there to get.&nbsp; This was simply unacceptable and she was going to make sure this was the mans last job and perhaps send a message to those who thought they could try to move in on Thieves Guild territory.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been far to easy to follow the man out into the wilds outside of Whiterun completely undetected.&nbsp; Reaching out she grabbed the man by the shoulder sinking her claws in through his light leather armor and spun him around swinging the blade of her Dragon Bone short sword towards his neck stopping the motion with the edge just barely touching his skin.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do believe you have something of mine and I intend to relieve you of it!"&nbsp; Her normal soft raspy voice came out in a harsh hissing whisper.&nbsp; Digging her claws further into his shoulder she forced the man to his hands and knees and kept him there with a death like grip on his shoulder as she sheathed her sword and relieved him of his shoulder pack full of goodies including the item she had been after.&nbsp; <br><br>After stripping him of his weapons which weren't really worth the bother of keeping Ryst knelt down and using the hidden blade she swiftly cut off three of his fingers from each hand.&nbsp; Leaving the thumb and forefinger on one hand and the thumb and pinky on the other.&nbsp; "If you survive to tell your leader of how you failed give him this message...&nbsp; We will not tolerate anyone moving in on our territory.&nbsp; Consider this your first and final warning."&nbsp; Her last words fell nearly at the same time her fist flashed into his nose knocking the man out completely.&nbsp; <br><br>Only after nearly shredding his leather armor she stole his boots shredding them up in such a manner that they couldn't be worn again and took off towards Riften as quick as she could.&nbsp; Nar'Rystlyn had found Rhiley at 'his' desk and gave him her report of what had happened.&nbsp; She had also wanted to speak to La’ora but the lovely rogue had been no where to be found.&nbsp; At least not in any of her usual haunts.&nbsp; <br><br>Now as she sat atop her high perch she kept her eye out for La'ora as she kept her eye on the activities in the market place.&nbsp; During watch she caught sight of one of the most unusual sights she had ever seen.&nbsp; A treasure chest walking on six legs behind an Argonian male who looked like he had been tossed down the side of a mountain and had hit every single rock and boulder on the way down.&nbsp; Nar'Rystlyn had been about to make her move to go and see about this stranger when another one seemed to have beat her to it.&nbsp; So she waited and listened closely with her enhanced hearing she had been born with.&nbsp; Something did not hold to well with her ears or eyes though as this new stranger spoke.&nbsp; There was either something very off about him or he was not exactly as he would seem to be.&nbsp; 'Great just what I need a new mystery&nbsp; to deal with.'&nbsp; <br><br>Moving swiftly from her perch dropping down between buildings Nar'Rystlyn quit using her invisible spell and made her way over to where the Argonian had stopped. Taking note of his worn clothing she knew exactly where he had come from but she said nothing of this fact as she addressed him "Hello stranger, you look rather lost... may I be of some assistance?"&nbsp; Then turning her attention to the other man she looked him over.&nbsp; "You too are new to these parts.&nbsp; Perhaps you needs some help as well finding your way around?"&nbsp; Ryst purred sweetly.&nbsp; The Khajiit really wasn't trying to hit on the man but perhaps it might have sounded that way.&nbsp; No matter she would deal with any consequences of her manner of speech later if need be.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 20:22:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, in front of Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Nar'Rystlyn<br><br>Ilya was picking at the caked blood above his eye as he was approached by a large Nord man. He straightened up a little and stopped picking at the scab, but it had already opened and new blood started trickling down into his eye. He turned to face him with a crooked smile but was repelled by the obvious smell of mead coming of the man. He recognized that movement as well, he had tried it several times himself and had in the end found that it was less revolting to whomever you approached if you just stumbled up to them. Then at least you knew what you had to deal with.<br><br>"Uhm..." He tried to get a word in between all the questions that the drunk was throwing at him when suddenly something all together different appeared to at his side. The first thing he noticed was that there was no face to focus on. His eyes blurred a little with greys and whites before it cleared and he started to recognize what was in front of him. He had never imagined that he would be approached by myths and legends the first thing that happened when he arrived in Riften. Second he noticed curves. Rather attractive ones at that. He tried to smile wide but found that another tooth had come loose so he quickly turned around, spat it out with a glob of blood in his left hand. He took a second to look it over to see if it could be salvaged through restoration, but found it unlikely and threw it away. Turning back to the two he kept his left hand behind his back, wiping it of on the inside of his cloak as he finally managed a bloodied smile and a curt bow worthy of the Blue Palace, that was more turned towards the obvious woman than the burly drunk Nord. It didn't matter if she was the real thing or not, he would rather trust a thief than a drunk. Mostly because thieves had standards. Drunks pissed in flower pots. He knew from his own experience.<br><br>"Humble apologies, for I am a mere outlander traveling here from the other side of Skyrim." He raised up again, his smile in splendor. Even though blood was pooling around his gums and he had a few teeth missing it wasn't in how it looked but in how you presented it. Huge difference. Even a toothless beggar could smile more warmly than a cold-hearted prince. And in that regard Ilya's smile was always warmest of them all, even if he was trying to force a bottle of Alto on an angry troll. "But my manners fail me! I am Ilya Evermore, Bard out of Solitude and tinkerer of mechanic goods out of Markarth, at your service."<br><br>He took the female's hand and kept it at that. He wouldn't want to bloody her hands with a kiss, for now at least. The Nord he just gave a nod to. He would rather not touch rabble unless it roused, in which case it was a whole other sort of kiss that would be given. "I am indeed lost and in need of some assistance. My Luggage here and I ran into a nasty pack of Draugr and then had to take to fisticuffs with a troll, which ended in a triumph that could have gone better." He glanced back at the troll-head hanging from the construct's side, a bit of fat running down its dead eyes from the crack in the skull much like his own blood was starting to take a toll on his vision.<br><br>Apparently the drunk was from out of town as well as the lady addressed him as such. He heard a bit of a purring sound to her voice and he painfully raised a triumphant brow. "If my senses serve me right you are not originally from these parts either. From furthest south perhaps? No matter, pardon my manners once more, I'm delirious and in need of healing and a nap perhaps..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 21:19:00</strong>
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				Kreios's eyes narrowed at the seeming repulsion from the Argonian, and only then did he realize he'd perhaps done too well with his disguise. It was still comforting to know he wasn't as rusty as he originally thought. Those ideas rushed from his mind in a brief second, though; as the wind drifted a peculiar scent to his nostrils. They flared in warning, inhaling deeply before a soft growl issued beneath his breath. He could smell fur beneath leather, the strange tinge of waning blood; but most important, he smelt death. It was a smell he was familiar with; and he found himself brought back to that night as a woman in distinctive armor appeared before the two of them. <br><br>The Argonian seemed to take it quite well, seeming to believe the garb was worthy of song and legend. All he seen was a visage of the only figure around when his precious Alga was found dead. That grey material that blurred before one's eyes was unmistakable, and even his canny senses had trouble detecting it. The sight caused the yellow flecks in his irises to burn with primal rage, filling out to be more canine like veins shifting beneath the concealment of his cowl. He felt his blood pumping then, burning the intoxication from his system in a forced bout that caused his temple to throb with an early hangover. It became more evident as she regarded him, which had the companion stepping back with a fluid grace unbefitting the stumbled gait he'd adopted before.<br><br><strong>"I'm not lost."</strong> The companion mentioned to the eerily dressed woman, his tone even now, lacking the thicker brogue he'd played at just moments before. She seemed friendly enough, and in truth Kreios would have normally taken it as just that. Despite himself, he stared at her like a stalking daedra; as if she was evil. The Argonian's speech hadn't gone unnoticed as the bard grasped the demon's hand. He didn't respond to it yet;&nbsp; just simply reacted to the injured man's words. His hand lifted from the cloak, with a ball of healing energy forming in his palm. It was the only magic The Werewolf practiced, particularly for it's use on the field of battle. Once the ball formed, he flicked his wrist, sending the magical energies to wash across the bard in a flourish. <br><br>Wounds would be mended, but not to the full extent; he hadn't put that much energy into it. It would mend all minor bruises, and reduce anything verging on lethal to a more minor injury. The energy wisped from his fingers at that point, tough; leaving the hand empty once more. Luckily for Kreios the Argonian was distracting what smelled like a Kahjiit during his spell, so neither of them were in a position to be perceptive of the distinctive armor beneath his cloak. He was too distracted to wory about that, however. Hell he was too distracted to give the contract much consideration at this point. <br><br>That only lasted a few seconds, though. The companions mind quickly returned to the task at hand. There was only a week before the full moon's rise, which left him with little time to clear this whole mess up. <strong>"You're welcome."</strong> He told the Argonian, and then walked past the two of them as he strode for the wall nearby. He leaned back against it, just a few feet away from the two of them as he watched for another signal. Vilkas was either fucking with him at this point, or the bard he'd ran into wasn't the source. Frustration was apparent beneath the cowl, even as his predatory gaze continued to wash over the pair. Was he missing something?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 23:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Near Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilya Evermore, Kreios, open<br><hr><hr>A low nearly inaudible growl began deep in Ryst's chest.&nbsp; She could tolerate hand shakes from men well enough when needed or called for in greeting someone.&nbsp; But lingering ones... the Argonian was beginning to tread on very thin ice. &nbsp;"Welcome to Skyrim and the hold of Riften Outlander Bard."&nbsp; Nar'Rystlyn replied firmly removing her hand from his clasp.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am Ryla, my offer of help is genuine Ilya Evermore but neither my hand nor any other part of me is a part of that bargain."&nbsp; Reaching into a hidden pocket Ryst took out a small leather pouch containing and placed it in Ilya's hand.&nbsp; "Here are 40 septims enough for a few nights stay at the Bee and Barb including meals." <br><em><br>'I'm not lost.'</em>&nbsp; The voice behind the cowl struck her as if she had been physically slapped in the face.&nbsp; She knew that voice all to well.&nbsp; It was a voice that haunted her dreams of night long ago.&nbsp; Its the voice of a pain racked man whom blamed her for his beloved Alga's death.&nbsp; Nar'Rystlyn heard the familiar sound of healing magic being engaged long before she felt its familiar tingle work its way up her neck.&nbsp; It did not matter that the energy was not directed at her she still felt it as it hit the Argonian.<br><br>"I'm sorry to hear about your run in with the Draugr's. They have indeed become a real problem for travelers these days.&nbsp; Unfortunately our good Jarl Tali seems to be doing nothing about them save sitting back on her pretty little ass day dreaming or something."&nbsp; Turning to look more pointedly at Kreios.&nbsp; "As I understand it someone has contracted the Companions to come and take care of the matter but they have yet to respond."<br><br>There were so many things that Ryst wished she could truly say to this man whom looked at her like she was some wicked Daedra Lord straight from the bowels of Oblivion.&nbsp; That was simply something that was not true.&nbsp; She may be the servant of one and had been given a special gift... but she herself was far from being as powerful as a Daedra.&nbsp; She too had mourned for Alga's untimely death.&nbsp; They had been good friends before Kreios took Alga as his wife.&nbsp; And now the Companion hated her for something she did not do.&nbsp; The only thing she was guilty of and felt a great remorse for was that she had arrived to that part of the battlefield far to late to save Alga.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 03:00:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, in front of Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Nar'Rystlyn<br><br>Apparently the people of Riften were not as used to the courtesies common in Solitude. Everything was so Nord these days, it all lacked a certain flair that he was used to. Even his beloved Solitude had become more... barbaric over the years. What was a bard if he couldn't take a woman's hand in a courtly manner? At least in the Empire they knew to appreciate that sort of thing. Perhaps he had just lost one too many teeth in one go. Perhaps it was the fact that he looked like a clubbed horker-cub. Or perhaps she was just a challenge to his otherwise undefeated bardic charm. Which was just as good. He enjoyed challenges.<br><br>He stiffened up a bit as he felt the tingle up his spine and his eyes narrowed in a pained expression as his lighter wounds started to knit together. It wasn't that it was that painful, he was just uncomfortable with the sensation. He looked over at the Nord who was suddenly very eloquent and steady in his manners, giving him an expression equal measures gratitude and ungratefulness. Only a few could pull it off but Ilya was a master after all. He was not one to appreciate sudden healing spells put on him. He'd rather be highly intoxicated. "M-my thanks, Mister. I appreciate i-it." He managed to wheeze it out between his clenched teeth before he stepped back to let him pass. Despite the uncomfortable distraction Mother Evermore never raised no fools and he noticed the very tense atmosphere between the two strangers. He had no time to contemplate it before a pouch of gold was pushed into the hand that Ryla had withdrawn from. He looked down at the pouch, a bit of a frown surfacing on his face. It was true he had no coin, he had used the last of it to by secret passage out of Markarth. He had lived on whatever food and drink he had brought with him in Luggage until now. Even so, he could not accept it. Had he been young he would have quickly pocketed the money. He knew real hunger from those days. But he had promised himself to not stoop to that level anymore. Which was why he smiled brightly and turned to his Luggage.<br><br>"In that case I'll make it worth your while, Milady..." He opened up the heavy lid on the contraption, which had sounded a wild series of mechanical clicking noises as soon as he touched it. Half-diving into it he started rummaging around. "If you bite me now, I will never forgive you, Luggage..." The walking chest didn't answer. It was far too professional to acknowledge such a try at slandering its good name and nature. Ilya searched on, he was quite sure he had one or two here. He always kept some at hand in case he ran into a Khajiit caravan. Finally he gave a triumphant shout and emerged once more, blowing dusty and wiping grime of some sort of small box made of bronze. "Usually I sell these for at least a few hundred, but I'll make an exception for you." He held up the box for Ryla to see and opened it. It revealed a tiny cogwork, whirring to life as the lid opened and spinning a small cylinder with delicately inscribed patterns, which in turned flicked the harp-like prongs laid against it. It was playing a melody, intricate and solemn, perhaps of little significance to anyone but Ilya and this supposed Khajiit. It was the melody of a centuries old traditional lullaby from Elsweyr.<br><br>"Take it, and I'll accept your little gift as payment, yes?" He placed it in her palm, but his fingers lingered on it and for a moment his eyes became a solemn as the lullaby. It was incredibly hard for him to give away any of his little contraptions, no matter what the price. The countless hours spent working on them gave them a soul to him. Not to mention the Soulgem fragments that gave it a spark. He finally let go of the device and began to distract himself so that he would not become tear-eyed. "If the Companions have been hired for the task of rooting out this Draugr menace I am sure we will not suffer much longer. I have a feeling they will relish a good fight with some undead dragon-botherers. One could say that I am waiting for them to do so." At least in that regard Ilya was completely oblivious of the previously drunken Nord's nature and the precarious position he had just put himself in. At most he suspected him of trying to lure him into some sort of trap and robbing him of his goods. If that was the case he would rather be robbed by a lovely Khajiit thief. After all he had a soft spot for the nomadic tricksters. Speaking of which...<br><br>"Perhaps you would like to accompany me to the inn and indulge my curiosities about the town?" He smiled widely, and it was not as bloodied now as before. He glanced at the Nord. He was staring at him. Indeed, this must be a robber intent on cracking his skull and stealing his whatever it was that he had of value. He shifted his focus back to the Nightingale. He could not imagine a better bodyguard at the moment. "I could not imagine a better tutor on the subject at the moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 07:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beore mistveil keep.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Ranging from midnight to current time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Freya; Ilya; Ryst; open<br><br>Kreios's eyes stayed on the two of them, watching and waiting for the sign he needed. It may be a waste of time, but he needed to know for sure. Was this person the one he was looking for? Unfortunately, the bard was so aloof it didn't seem like he'd find out anytime soon. So with that his eyes kept burning a hole into the woman, the one that said her name was Ryla. He couldn't be sure she was the one that did it, but that garb; and the way she looked. It was enough to convince the Companion that she was definitely involved with whatever group had. Truthfully, he'd thought this was all in the past. That'd he'd long since tucked it away where it didn't matter anymore. He couldn't change it now, but still; it mattered. <br><br>That's when the eerily dressed woman mentioned companion intervention, regarding Kreios as she did. He didn't respond to the remark, even if it was calling him out. He didn't know anything about the source, and if she did; well she obviously wasn't too keen on seeing this fixed. Otherwise she'd give him a clue, considering the look stated she had figured out just what he was. The bard still seemed to be missing it though, but his ears perked like the wolf inside when he heard the man say he was waiting for the companions to fix the problem. <em>Maybe he's the one after all.</em> Kreios thought briefly, the veins in his eyes softening back to the yellow flecks they normally were. <br><br>Hearing a direct reference, or at-least what he perceived to be one, immediately brought The companion's mind fully to the task. He was on a time limit, after all. <strong>"If you're looking for an escort, I'd be better suited to the task. Let's say we have a mutual interest."</strong> He spoke out finally, his words coming in that soft yet booming tone once again. Kreios pushed from the wall then, and lowered his cowl so the Argonian could clearly see his face. Five years away from service still didn't leave it well recognized though, so despite what he thought it probably wouldn't clue the bard in unless he was well studied on current members of the companions. <strong>"I think we have some things to discuss as it stands."</strong><br><br>Kreios began approaching the bard at that point, striding to him with long steps that showed bits and pieces of his armor beneath the long cloak. The companion couldn't have known that the Argonian would probably still consider him a threat, nor could he know of how the nightingale might act. He didn't care though, this was part of the job and he wouldn't let a show of comedy, and obviously mistaken lust, make a mockery of it all. <strong>"C'mon; we need to talk about what's really going on here."</strong> He said while motioning the bard forward, keeping his mind as far off the Anathema as he could. This of course left him a little unperceptive to anything else happening, as he had his mind directed elsewhere. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 18:03:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/__AssectatoR___by_XxKalixX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften Docks<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders<br><br>Young. Inexperienced. Yet quick and strong. The lad’s display with the weapons told her many things at once, yet they also brought up multiple curious and unanswered questions at the same time. Such as; what the hell did he think he could do to her in such a piss-poor position? The docks grew slippery at this hour due to the heavy mist that covered the lake like a blanket. Without the right tracking or local-knowledge it was likely to fall and even end up in the drink. Battle had a particular way of summoning the guards, even if they’ve been bribed to ignore this area. But an <em>arrow</em>, or a well aimed throwing dagger would drop the body nicely with only a whisper of a sound.<br><br>He was no thief; he was a scavenger. There were useful skills inside him, but when pressed his instincts of self-preservation would take over. Good information, that.<br><br>Her green eyes caught the moonlight, reflecting it off of the deep, dark pools within. In this lighting they appeared black, and now her amusement was clearly plastered all over her lovely face. He certainly had a lot to say for someone paranoid by the guard. But that wouldn’t be a problem for them this evening. The guards in Riften with their meager income were quick to look the other way when they found their pockets lined with a fine sum of septims. La’ora was generous, and with one particular guard expecting his second child, well… it would be silly to just throw money away.<br><br>“You’re at three disadvantages, Halfblood.” She didn’t say this with a sneer, simply as a means of address due to no proper introduction. People were in such a hurry these days. “The first being that you talk often and you talk loudly; consider this a free tip of advice. We,” referring to the guild as a whole, “are not fond of those with a loose tongue and are not exactly prudent.”<br><br>With grace, La’ora shifted the weight on her feet, lightly hopped backwards without looking, and settled on the railing with her back to the water. The pole she had been leaning against was now a foundation to rest her booted feet. One finger was lifted, followed by a second. “Count the second; now I know what you want, and now I can decide if this information is worth whatever you have to offer in exchange –and I can most reassuringly tell you that it is <em>not</em>- so you’ve now lost your power of bargaining with information and facts. If I’d like, I could simply slip over this railing now, dash to anywhere across Skyrim, and sell this free information to someone looking for it.” La’ora leaned back, as if providing the man with an example as to what she meant by that. The smirk never left her face.<br><br>She waited in silence for a solid minute, and then grinned, flashing perfectly white teeth in the dark. “I’ll allow you to come to the conclusion of count the third, since we are still alone and there are no loud clanking of heavily armored boots striding up towards up. Now!” She leapt off of the railing, landing like a feather-fall on the dock before him. “Information is expensive… My ale costs more than what you’re offering me. Come up with another two-hundred and thirty and you might have yourself an arrangement. If you prefer cheap and unreliable gossip worth that paltry sum; go to the tavern and ask someone who can’t afford a drink.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 20:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Near Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilya Evermore, Kreios, open<br><hr><hr>Ryst had been about to decline outright anything Ilya was about to offer in return but her curiosity got the better of her as the Argonian practically crawled into his fascinating walking chest.&nbsp; The Khajiit even smiled and shook her head lightly hearing the man say,&nbsp; <em>'If you bite me now, I will never forgive you, Luggage...'</em>.&nbsp; The item which Ilya brought forth from the chest nearly took her breath away.&nbsp; Nar'Rystlyn had seen one about 10 years before in the hands of one of her aunts on her mothers side of the family.&nbsp; The music was sad but it stirred deeply embedded racial memories of a land she had never set foot on and probably never would. <br><br>"My aunt used to have one of these beautiful music boxes.&nbsp; I know of its true value Master Craftsman and I shall insist upon paying its full value."&nbsp; Slowly she took one of her Dragon Bone short swords from off her side and handed it towards him hilt first.&nbsp; "It's been enchanted with fire and shock damage.&nbsp; With this you shall not need to go fist to fist with a troll again.&nbsp; And do not say it is to much.&nbsp; For I understand the time and effort which went into making this little box which I shall truly treasure." <br><br>"Yes it would not hurt any to share a drink with such a Master Craftsman such as yourself.&nbsp; There is something however you need to understand up front.&nbsp; My sexual preferences are for my own sex."&nbsp; The Khajiit shrugged her shoulders add, "I always have and always will prefer women over men."&nbsp; &nbsp;This was a fact which several men in Riften and a few of the other holds had learned the hard way when making sexual advances towards her.&nbsp; And it was always Nar'Rystlyn that taught those lessons either.&nbsp; On a few occasions it had actually been one or the other of her lady friends which and brought that point across.<br><br>Ryst listened carefully to what Kreios.&nbsp; Yes she was absolutely certain of who he was.&nbsp; And though his face had changed some over the years she could still see the same angry young man glaring at her as he knelt over Alga's lifeless form.&nbsp; Now she stood between the two men waiting for both Ilya's response to her counter offer and the offer which Kreios was making to the Master Craftsmen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 00:36:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, in front of Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Nar'Rystlyn<br><br>Luckily Ilya was actually very good at concealing his emotions. The challenge of charming this fine Khajiit thief had just thrown itself of a cliff and tumbled down unleashing an avalanche. At least the explained why his charm hadn't worked. Or at least that was what he told himself. His expression didn't change though as he merely gave another curt bow and handed her the dagger back. "All bards are not out to womanize every fine lass of the realm. I am merely interested in the town while I am here waiting for my call. As for this fine dagger, I am honored, but fighting trolls with my fist is out of choice rather than necessity. I can punch a giant unconscious with one swing, but I would probably only hurt myself while trying to cut an apple or something with this thing."<br><br>Once again the Nord approached with his strange proposals. Escort? Mutual interest? Perhaps he was out to rob him of something else entirely. Frankly he wasn't really his kind of man, Ilya liked his lads more delicate and lithe. Wrestling wasn't part of the bedroom courtesy in Solitude after all. But now that his hopes of bagging a kitten had been squandered he didn't need to feel irritated by the burly man trying to interrupt him in his courtship. Having two capable personalities around while he recovered could only be good after all. He gave them both a smile worthy of an East Empire merchant as he closed the lid to his Luggage. "Well then, let us all go share a drink then."<br><br>He started walking in the entirely wrong direction before he realized he was the lost outlander after all. His cousin had once said there was a nice little Riften inn owned by Argonians with a very nice juniper mead, but he neither knew name or location of said establishment. The fact that he had just about stepped off an edge into the filthy waters running through the canals of the city clearly showed at his ill knowledge of the local area and/or the extent of his head trauma. His jaw was throbbing a little after all. He turned back to the other two with an awkward grin. "Right, I think you better show the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 02:39:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the Bee and Bard<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilya, Ryst; Open<br><hr>The Frustration on the Companions face furthered when the Argonian seemed to completely miss the point. Tarrying for a bit, only to suggest that they all go get drinks? What in the name of Talos did Vilkas expect him to get from the bard? Certainly he had his uses, but he couldn't spot a clue when he heard it. Kreios was considering simply being blunt about the whole ordeal, but then his charge began to walk in the complete wrong direction. A hand came to rest upon his head then, rubbing the sore temple as he shook his head derisively. He could already tell, this wasn't going to end well. <br><br>One of Kreios's eyes opened at that point, moving to the eerie 'assassin' nearby. The fates were certainly cruel if they arranged for him to have a drink with the one responsible for his lover's death. <em>You don't know for sure that she's the one...</em> He reminded himself, but it was little comfort. The chaos that emerged made it impossible to tell anything. That's why he didn't support Ulfric's heir; had the Companions been informed of the aid, then they could have prepared appropriately. He knew he'd have to put it aside for now, so lowering the hand from his face, the Companion began moving on. <br><br><strong>"If you're wanting a drink, then we best head to the Bee and Barb. It's the best in town, and the only I trust not to spike our ale with mammoth piss."</strong> Kreios called out to the two of them, and began to move along. He glanced back only once, but shook his head shortly thereafter. He wasn't certain this was a good idea, but fortunately he knew the owners of the Barb quite well. It'd been a long time since he'd visited the establishment, but he was a good customer. That thought brought him back to his coins, however, and how he was lacking what he once had to tip so well with.<br><br>The companion knew he'd have to make due. So what if he was a septim short after the debacle? <strong>"Once there, we can talk about the Draugr and what you know that's gonna help me."</strong> Kreios decided to make it more clear to the Argonian lad who he was, and hoped that finally got through the thick, scaly, skull of his. Had it not been for the head trauma the charming bard had suffered just hours before on the road, the Companion may have simply found him lacking the intelligence to comprehend the task. Of course, he'd feel quite foolish if he knew this wasn't his contact at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 05:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: outside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: open<br><br><hr><br>"You know Tadpole? I swear that is the last time we go digging in old daedric ruins, this cold must be a curse from the Daedra L..l..l.. aaaaacchooo!" She sneezes violently enough to make her troubled horse turn his head to look at her with an offended look. "ok, fine any daedric ruins belonging to Namira, happy?" She swears the horse is smarter then it should be, sure she found him alone in the butchered remains of a group of adventurers in a daedric ruin. But surely the tales of spirits possessing animals is just a tale right? And his little penchant for playing with tadpoles that earned him his name is probably completely natural in horses, yupp, they do it all the time. Part of their fun loving nature.<br><br>"I am sure that.. that.. achoooo!! man we where supposed to meet up with is thinking we ditched him by now, dammit, I do NOT want to be on the wrong side of the Companions. Those guys are just.. vicious! But after having spent a week with a very kind family of farmers while recovering from this darn cold sure put her behind schedule, and well.. first impressions are everything. "tell you what oh Tadpole the Playful, if you can put a little bit more spring into those slender legs of yours I will buy you the extra fine hay and grain, deal?" Almost as if he understood it sure seems like he picks up the pace just a little bit, but it is probably just the sight of the Riften walls and knowing he will soon be in a warm stable and getting a good rubdown.<br><br>She wraps the heavy blanket tighter around herself as the miserable wind seems to cut straight to the bone and one hand brushes her long flaming hair away from her face in annoyance. "Why don't I just cut this off Tadpole? It isn't like any man will ever lay eyes on me again, not aft.. " she falls silent and lets her old friend misery drape its loving arms around her. The guards take one look at her, face pale as death from the cold and a look on her face that clearly speaks of such misery they decide to not harras her, after all what a young lady with eyes that shine of a suicidal rage smouldering in them and carrying a well worn sword at her side.. surely she is only in town to buy some fruits and will leave without any trouble? Yeah, Freya isn't the only one who is an expert at self deception.<br><br>"huh? what?" She is startled as Tadpole neighs loudly and almost bucks her off, then as her eyes finally focus she finds herself in front of the Bee and the Bard. Seems like he once again found his way to a nice place to bed down in, and perhaps find some food and try and find this man she is suppose to protect. A young stablehand rushes foreward to help her off the horse, "Are you ok Miss? Shall we call for a priest?"<br><br>"What? No no, just.. tired, was a long ride and we got surprised by a snowstorm. Can you please make sure he gets some warm gruel in him and a nice dry blanket please?" She fishes out some coin and drops into his hands, about triple what it would normaly cost but Tadpole is worth it. "And have you seen a Companion around here? Or someone mentioning dealing with the Draugr problem?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 03:55:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/azmantazzi1_zpsde91a8b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Dockside<br><strong>Time:</strong> 2:45 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> La'Ora<br><br>In the few movements Anders had made since she surprised him, the dampness of the air or the moisture on the dock's wooden surface did not seem to hinder him at all. Perhaps he was comfortable or familiar with moving and walking on slippery surfaces, perhaps he used some type of magic spell or special boots to allow him to find purchase on its sometimes-slick surface. Or, perhaps he simply possessed a better sense of balance and agility than he let on. <br><br>Anders listened to her respectably. She could have harmed him, but she didn't, which meant that she was curious, or perhaps saw something in this for herself. If he showed any signs of being intimidated - or impressed - he wasn't showing them whatsoever. His steely gaze was serious, alert, and obviously focused on the object of his search, that much was perfectly clear.<br><br>She then began to dispense -advice-, which he didn't think he needed, nor was he looking for. For sure, he did not request it. He let her speak, though, as those who are overconfident often enjoyed doing. That was usually when they dropped bits of information that he might use, though he noted that this one was quite careful in what she said.<br><br>"While your advice is... appreciated, I didn't come all this way looking for that," he said. "I speak as loud as I wish because I know the timing on the guard's route, I know precisely how long we have to talk," he said. "And I simply do not care if your 'organization' is fond of me or not," he admitted frankly, "But I know your organization -is- fond of septims, as I imagine you are."<br><br>He watched her hop about like a cat on a hot tin roof, and a spark of amusement filled his eyes for a moment. "As for knowing what I want - if I was worried about that, I wouldn't have told you. But how else would you suggest I acquire the information I seek, unless I explain to you what that is?" he asked. "As I said. I don't care who knows what I seek. In fact, if the person I seek -knows- I am coming....," he didn't finish the sentence, he simply shrugged. "However, if you wish to fall over the railing, and spend your time dashing across Skyrim to inform this individual that I seek him out, and then expect some sort of payment for this information from him - I regret to inform you that the only payment he will likely afford you is a quiet beheading in an undisclosed location. This man has sired a -flock- of bastards: the knowledge that you know of one who seeks him will likely neither be new - or interesting. But, that is for you to decide if it is worth your time."<br><br>He had expected some heavy-handedness in order to up the price of his offer, but the threat of turning the information over to the person he sought simply didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, either.<br><br>Seconds passed as she grew silent - and he remained so, as well. In his mind, Anders ticked down the time as he had been doing since the guard's last round, or at least as close an approximation as he could come to. She was waiting... stalling... for help? No, she was overconfident and likely believed she didn't require any help. No... she was proving a -point-, as she had done in small ways since she had made herself known: showing up dramatically, quietly, behind him, catching him off guard, the way she moved and leaned over the railing... she, like himself, feared nothing. And that included the guards...<br><br>...Who were not appearing when they were supposed to.<br><br>"The guards are on your payroll," he said, a knowing smile crossing his lips for a moment as he nodded to her in understanding, drawing the only other conclusion that made sense. Well, the guard in question -could- be laying in a pool of his own blood now someplace down the dock, but La'Ora seemed -intelligent-, and killing a guard simply to have a short conversation with a possible 'customer' didn't seem like it would be her style. His lips curled again into a small smile. "Lady La'Ora, from what I have seen... I think you're overpaying them," he said.<br><br>She leaped, and landed on the dock in front of him. He didn't move or flinch, except that his eyes followed her every move. There were dunmer who were easily as agile and quick as her, but she was no dunmer - he knew that her moves, should it come to blows, would be far more unpredictable.<br><br>Then she denied his offer out of hand, and made a counter-offer of her own. "Two hundred and fifty septims for the name and location of this individual?" he asked, the obvious sound of disbelief in his voice. "Perhaps you mistake me for a local merchant, or the son of a jarl. With two-hundred and fifty septims, I could pay someone to slit this man's throat while I sit in my cozy home enjoying a good book," he said. "Something this simple could not possibly be worth more than fifty septims," he countered, more than doubling his original offer. It was also more money than he had, but if he could keep the cost reasonable, he would find a way to make up the difference. But if she were going to try to high-ball him, he had little choice than to play that game with her, because he knew the truth - he had as much chance of collecting two hundred and fifty septims anytime soon as he did growing wings and flying to Daggerfall.<br><br>"Or, perhaps we could go to the tavern you hinted at, allow me to buy you a drink, and then we could get down to -serious- negotiations," he added, returning her confident, toothy grin with one of his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 19:16:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Near Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilya Evermore, Kreios, open<br><hr><hr>Ryst smiled under her mask at Ilya's words about cutting himself cutting an apple or something with the offered blade.&nbsp; "Very well Master Craftsman I would not wish to be responsible for your cutting your own fingers off with the gift of this blade.&nbsp; I shall seek you out later with the full sum of this little boxes worth.&nbsp; Such hard work and devotion should not be squandered for a measly 40 septims."<br><br>Again the Khajiit couldn't help but smile under her mask as Ilya started out towards the direction he thought the bar was in almost taking a dip in the dirty waterway below.&nbsp; Ryst also would have liked to have gotten a better look into that trunk of his at least to get some clue as to how the darn thing worked.&nbsp; But even if the trunk was still opened she had the distinct feeling she wouldn't been allowed to simply have a look inside.<br><br>Nar'Rystlyn could only frown under her mask and shake her head sadly when Kreios decided to play the cold shoulder card.&nbsp; 'Damn stubborn Nord... life is not always so black and white as you all seem to believe.'&nbsp; The Khijiit thought irritably as she moved to follow him towards the Bee and Barb with her tail twitching in irritable quick twitchy movements.&nbsp; Part of her just wanted to pull Kreios off to the side and have a go at clearing the air between them which had been thick with misunderstanding and harsh judgements for far to long.<br><br>Even with all these thoughts running through her mind she kept a watch on the things which were going on around her.&nbsp; She was still extremely upset about the would be thief she had run into in Markarth.&nbsp; There had been more and more such discoveries over the last several months.&nbsp; Ryst wished she knew where La’ora was.&nbsp; If anyone had or could get the information she needed it would be La'ora.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course if her old friend was in the right frame of mood there might be even another even better reason for seeing her fellow thief.&nbsp; The two of them had over the years had developed a rather interesting relationship.&nbsp; They were the best of friends with the added advantage of also being lovers with no strings attached.&nbsp; What was the saying La'ora used to describe it?&nbsp; 'Friends with benefits'.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the same kind of relationship she shared with the now owner of the Black Brier Meadery.&nbsp; Her Dark Elf lover had left a couple days before to head towards the Mage College.&nbsp; Ryst originally had planned on making the trip with her for at least part of it.&nbsp; But work had gotten crazy and the Khajiit had been forced to take a rain trip on traveling around with Briza.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 06:20:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/__AssectatoR___by_XxKalixX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften Docks<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders, OPEN<br><br><br><hr>“And perhaps you’ve mistaken me as some second-story window breaker, looking to fill her pockets with loose change and cheap jewelry? I believe this situation is lost on you, so allow me to clarify. I don’t do charity work. I don’t work for bread money. You want information? You pay for my time and my resources. I’m a business woman, and a business doesn’t thrive without making a profit. You pay me two hundred and fifty septims for the information, and it goes towards the necessities of obtaining all that you ask. You want facts, yes, not rumors?”<br><br>She shrugged her shoulders in yet another elegant display, but in this gesture she transformed. The smirk was gone, replaced by a more serious thief who wouldn’t budge on the matter. She wasn’t a fool, and she understood the risks involved as well as septims required to make it so. The poor and the rich were very much the same; they were always in need for an increase in wealth.<br><br>La’ora flicked her hand, making an idle gesture as she spoke. “Facts require research. Facts require truth. Facts require time and patience and luck. Two hundred and fifty septims is my price; if you do not wish for my services then do not go asking for me by name. If you do not wish to pay for these services, consider yourself on your own or that future attempts could lead to a rather serious risk of your health.” And that was another fact. It was business. The handsome half-blood held no soft spot in her heart; those spots had been welded shut long ago, satisfied only with the adrenal thrills her evenings often spawned. Some people learned to turn stealing into an art. Others learned to survive, and were only able to scrape by with the talent.<br><br>“When you have my money, I shall have your information.” La’ora brushed past Anders without so much as a backwards glance. She had already taken the effort to surprise him with her appearance. There was no need to repeat dramatics on an exit when it would take only a few steps to lose him in the shadows. They called her the ‘ghost’ for a reason. “If there is a next time we meet, Anders, try not to repeat the mistake of wasting my time.” And with that she disappeared in the shadows, lost from sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 16:41:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, in front of Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Nar'Rystlyn<br><hr>"Bee and Barb. Alright, that sounds like a place with a sting to it." The bard managed another bad joke before he had to support himself a little on his Luggage. He was pretty quick on his feet and a excellent runner. He should clearly have run for it once the troll got done with the Draugr. But his Luggage wasn't as quick. The troll would have smashed it up. So clearly the only option was to punch it in its middle eye and keep on punching until it went down. There was a simple logic to the brutality that he had unleashed upon the beast, and in turn gotten unleashed upon himself. Right about now he was beginning to doubt that logic.<br><br>As the Nord lead them on he glanced around, one arm around the lid of his trusty construction as they limped forward. The pain was slowly returning to his limbs for each step he took. He had fought with trolls before without as much as a scratch, what had been different this time around? Perhaps it was just an especially strong troll. Or perhaps he was growing old. He shuddered at the thought. He did not enjoy that at all. Life was far too short. He reminded himself to get some ingredients for a new batch of the rejuvenating dwemer potions. That meant going into new ruins though, something he wasn't in any shape to do now.<br><br>He was ripped from his thoughts with the words of the Nord which seemed strangely directed at him. Slowly his aching head kicked into gear and sudden realization made it hurt even further. "Oh, wait, you are a Companion then! I knew I could count on your sort..." He paused for a moment and looked around him. "But where are the rest of you? Certainly they didn't send one man to handle that big a problem... right?"<br><br>He thought about his words for a moment longer. Why would he think that he had any answers for him? Ilya could recite a great many tales of Draugr true and false and even had a song in mind that dealt with forbidden love between one and a very confused maiden from Riverwood. But why any companion would find that useful he had no clue. He was about to ask the Nord what he was playing at when they arrived at the Bee and Barb and his eyes landed upon a armored woman with a great mane of fiery hair. He was taken aback a little, he was quite sure such warrior-maidens just existed in tales of old. The hair especially was more of something taken out of a Nord ballad of female bravery than anything else. Perhaps he was just hallucinating. But then again... surely he couldn't have such bad luck as to run into two females with single-minded preferences? The day had scant begun after all. <br><br>He tried to straighten himself and let go of his luggage, taking a few springing steps towards the fiery-headed lady in armor before his legs and eyes betrayed him. Everything went dark as he tumbled forward, landing with a loud thud at her feet. The cobblestone and trampled dirt seemed like a luxurious bed of vast comfort. His hand raised meekly with a pointed finger drawing circles in the air as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. "Don't worry, just a slight..." he managed to mumble into the dirt before his hand fell down again and he was gone to a happier place. Not dead, just halfway there, so to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 09:28:45</strong>
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				Kreios couldn't simply just ignored the black and white comment that flew from the Kahjiit's mouth. His grip intensified, but he just let loose a calming breath as he tried to ponder on her words. He knew with the full moon fast on the approach, his emotions were running rampant. It wasn't like this back at High Hrothgar; too peaceful for even those coming rays to sway him. Back in the fray, however; things were not easily adjusted. It was with those thoughts that he considered more of what she'd said aloud. There was certainly more to the tale, but what exactly would that be? Truthfully, the companion wasn't sure he was ready for that yet. <br><br>The Werewolves calming thoughts were interrupted by yet another flippant remark from his would be contact. He looked over his shoulder at the man for a brief second, eyes flaring up a bit before he shook his head. <strong>"You expected more then a circle member for a Draugr infestation?"</strong> The idea was ludicrous to him. Certainly, they'd need the bulk of the companions if the plan was to eradicate the Draugr. Anyone skilled in these matters would know that wouldn't do any good, you had to cut them off from the source. The walking dead didn't do well away from their crypts, they'd vanish without the access to them. At-least, under normal circumstances they would.<br><br>That's when Kreios noticed the puzzled look, and the distinct smell of confusion wafting across the night air. His eyes lingered on the expression for a minute. Just when he thought he was getting somewhere, the man got that look in his eye again. It was everything the companion could do not facepalm from the disaster he knew was fast approaching. Yet, it somehow proved to be worse then he had originally anticipated. There wasn't just a sly pass thrown, he watched as the Argonian walked up to a rather fetching redhead, and fell flat on his face at her feet. <em>The nine curse me; this is the contact I was given? He can't even keep his mind straight to think on the job!</em><br><br>The thoughts were starting to become amusing despite the frustration accompanying them, and with subtle steps he approached behind the Argonian with a sigh. Leaning over the limp form, he checked the man's pulse just as mumbling filled the air. He then looked up to the redhaired lass with an apologetic nod. <strong>"He took a bit of a beating on the road. I'm afraid most of those hits, as might be obvious, were to his head."</strong> He said with a lighthearted laugh, the first one he'd had in some time in fact. The Argonian's antics were starting to grow on him, chipping away mildly at the bitterness that typically fogged his mind. For the moment at-least. <br><br>Kreios wondered on the wisdom of more restoration at that point, but noted the bard hadn't seemed to appreciate it much before. Gritting teeth lightly, The Companion glanced toward Ryst reluctantly. <strong>"He's fading fast... Might you have a potion that would help? I can't pay for it with coins, but I'm certain there is something we could work out."</strong> He offered, still under the mistaken impression that this Argonian was his contact. Even if he hadn't been, though; The Nord wasn't the type of man to simply leave someone in the dirt to rot. He'd do something, even if he had to drag the Bard into the Bee and Barb and work up a 'special Elixir' to get him back on his feet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 05:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Near Mistveil Keep<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilya Evermore, Kreios, open<br><hr><hr>Nar'Rystlyn was already searching her hidden pockets for the potion she knew would help the most when the Nord spoke.&nbsp; Hissing softly her tail wagging in agitation, "Not every transaction I make is measured against the weight of gold nor is my heart the frozen tundra you may think it is companion.&nbsp; Keep your stupid gold I want none of it!"&nbsp; <br><br>Finally finding the potion she was looking for Ryst gently turned the Argonain over laying his head on her thighs.&nbsp; Carefully she opened his mouth and gently massaged his neck so that Ilya would swallow the potion and not choke on it.&nbsp; After putting the empty potion bottle where she had gotten it from Ryst checked Ilya's pulse and breathing.&nbsp; "Ilya will live but he'll be sleeping soundly for several hours."&nbsp; Glancing towards the market Ryst caught sight of a couple of her guild members who were looking in her direction.&nbsp; With a very subtle hand signal she called them over to her.<br><br>"Please sirs do me a favor, This craftsman gave me a gift of great value to me.&nbsp; Please take him into the Bee and Barb and set him up with a room.&nbsp; One of you should stay with him in case he wakes.&nbsp; Considering the extent of his injuries I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps for 6-8 hours.&nbsp; I know your time is valuable and you shall be well rewarded."&nbsp; Once the Argonian had been picked up and taken into the Bee and Barb Ryst stood up and stared at Kreios for a long moment.&nbsp; "Now is not the time and place Companion, but one day soon you and I need to talk.&nbsp; But right now there are more important things to worry about such as this problem with the Draugr infestation." <br><br>Glancing over at the red headed warrior Ryst couldn't help to smile under her mask appreciatively.&nbsp; The woman was indeed very beautiful even if she looked a little pale around the gills so to speak.&nbsp; Turning her attention back on Kreios. &nbsp;"I'll be watching and will come when needed."&nbsp; Waiting to see if anything else was to be said between them Ryst turned on her heal and quickly vanished into the crowd.&nbsp; Almost as if she had never been standing there in the first place.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 07:47:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/assassins_creed_revelations_2-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br><strong>Location:</strong>Docks<br><strong>Time:</strong>Early morning, nearing Sunrise<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anders, Open<br><br><br>The figure in the rooftop shadows watched the scene below, a glint of amusement in his gaze as he watched his fellow guild member speak with the man on the streets. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited in silence, ready to aid her if the need arose. But La'Ora could handle herself. A chuckle could be heard as La'Ora walked off and the man was left alone. Or so it seemed. Clearing his throat, Rhiley hoisted himself over the edge of the low roof and landed on his feet before the dark-elf. His eyes looking him over, <strong>"I might have a way you can earn your information. If you're interested."</strong> He waited, no weapons drawn, his arms crossed as though he didn't expect a fight. <br><br>His face uncovered, it was clear that he was in his early thirties, his dark eyes holding in them something of a mixture of wisdom and the appearance of a hard fought life. His eyes regarded the dark-elf. <strong>"Information in these parts is not easy to come by if you do not have the coin. Unless that blade you wield is used to keep your face trimmed, might I suggest offering that you offer your payment by other means? You might have heard some of the rumors around Riften, in regards to La'Ora's ....work."</strong> He waited after his words, patient, calm. Uncaring whether the man drew his blades or not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 22:25:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/azmantazzi1_zpsde91a8b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Dockside<br><strong>Time:</strong> 2:45 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhiley<br><br>La'Ora had gotten down to business. Ranting about the price she had set, and then dropping threats concerning his motives, it had mostly gone as he has suspected it would, so he remained quiet, understanding that she was not likely to 'negotiate'. She ignored his invitation, not in the mood to be social - or, at the very least, not in the mood to be social -with him-. He expected nothing more, of course - his kind didn't enjoy a long list of acquaintances eager for company.<br><br>She brushed by him, dropping a quip about wasting her time. He simply smirked - *his* time had most certainly not been wasted, and in the end that was all that really mattered to him. He had learned some things, and had taken another step towards his goal, even if it might have been a small step. That he 'wasted' her time to him was of no consequence - he knew that she would likely get over it.<br><br>Yes, as he watched her hips swagger as she walked away, the only thing he didn't count on was La'Ora being so... alluring.<br><br>That stare at her body as she left was likely the reason that he allowed himself, unintentionally, to be surprised a second time. He heard someone clear their throat - above him. Another universal signal that usually meant the person was not looking for a fight - for if they were, they sure wouldn't have announced their arrival or given up the advantage of surprise. With a muffled -THUMP-, the newcomer landed on the dock behind him. Anders turned to face the man, relaxed as before, no longer reaching for his own weapons. Who would have thought the lonely dock area would be so congested this late at night?<br><br>But when the man spoke, and dangled the carrot in front of the cart, his words got Ander's attention immediately. <br><br>"Go on," Anders replied simply, indicating that he was surely interested. <br><br>The man then spoke about a way to possibly offer La'Ora something other than septims as payment? He hinted at rumors that flew around about La'Ora, yet the only rumors Anders had received were the ones that spoke of her abilities.<br><br>Anders pondered for a moment after the man in front of him finished speaking. "You have me at a disadvantage. I am new to town, and the only rumors I have heard so far speak of her ability to walk through walls and appear in different parts of town within seconds. But... I am interested, yes," he said, confirming that he was eager to learn of other ways to secure the woman's knowledge.<br><br>So close... 250 septims - or something of similar value - would give him the location of his target. Then his quest could continue to full fruition...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 01:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><br>For the rare few who knew the woman down to the chemical layers of her makeup, they would clearly see that she was upset. Despite the placid expression on her face and the ever-present smirk on her full lips, there was a certain tension that could be seen in the depth of her shadowed emerald eyes. This evening was full of disappointments, the sort that nagged at her person and refused to overlook her shortcomings and the lack of any useful facts that would deliver the answers she needed. Her feelers came up empty handed yet again as to who has been treading on their turf. No sightings. No witnesses willing to come forth. No letter to warn full of vague information that those uninvolved would find cryptic.<br><br>Worst of all, La’ora herself hadn’t been able to spot anything out of the ordinary while she had spent the last few evening actively watching from the shadows. She knew she hadn’t been noticed, there was no way she could have be spotted, and a few times has reverted to invisibility potions and spells just to make certain.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>Even the curious encounter with the half-blood, Anders, did little to help. Before returning to the belly of Riften in order to meet up with Rhyst, she sent out her best feelers for information. Each received a different part of the story by product; you didn’t excel at espionage when secrets were given to the runners, who of which would trade in their meager scraps at the first glint of coin. No, you fed them uninteresting components that wouldn’t make any sense if they were to somehow conspire against her and collaborate their pieces. But still… more waiting was to be had.<br><br>There was a private room below the Ragged Flagon, one that had been there long before La’ora came to Riften, and was on no map ever created. The secret little alcove had been a meeting place between her closest friend, Rhyst and the fellow thief for a few years now. Sometimes to trade information with the security of true privacy. Sometimes to sweat and tangle in the sheets without anyone ever being the wiser. Their friendship was a fact, but their occasional passionate nights spent together was a secret even the guild Master knew nothing about. It was here she sat now, alone in the quiet with her feet over the arm of a magnificent chair that belonged to a long-forgotten noble of lore. The pale red light that illuminated the chamber was powered by soul crystals which had yet to lose their charge, and didn’t seem likely to. From the book cases, dressers and bed tucked in the far corner, to the rare trinkets and personal items shared between the two women, everything looked the same. Since no one knew of the locations’ existence, there was little to fear in regards to being caught. Even if there would be no consequence.<br><br>She drank from some Black Briar mead, an expensive bottle that had been pocketed along the way, and contemplated playing cards until her friend arrived. She desperately needed a distraction in hopes of settling her restless mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 07:21:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is dressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) for 'work' as she nearly always is.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>Ryst wasted no time after leaving Kreios behind in heading to the one spot in Skyrim where she felt the most at home.&nbsp; Upon opening the door she found the one person whom she had been looking for since her arrival back in Riften from her trip into Markarth. <br><br>"Ah there you are my lovely pet... the one face I look for first upon my return to Riften and the last I find."&nbsp; &nbsp;Ryst said as she closed and locked the door behind her.&nbsp; Taking off her hood then her gloves which she placed on the Manikin near the door.&nbsp; "I've missed you and had truly hoped I would find you here."&nbsp; <br><br>From the moment she had walked into the room Ryst's eyes had riveted themselves upon Tao.&nbsp; Her secret lover of over the the last few years.&nbsp; They were the best of friends and the best of lovers but theirs was the kind of relationship which said don't ask don't tell.&nbsp; Meaning they both knew that they did not solely belong to the other.&nbsp; And could have other lovers without having to feel any shame.&nbsp; And yet they were so very close to one another that if their relationship became common knowledge it would become more dangerous for them to be together than it would for them to remain apart.<br><br>"Come my pet and help me out of my armor... it has been a very long day and I wish for nothing more at this moment than to feel you in my arms without all the hindrance of my armor.&nbsp; At the moment I want nothing more than to hold you tight and caress your fine soft skin."<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:14:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><br>By the time Ryst finally arrived, La’ora’s mead was mostly finished and sat perspiring on the side-table, its dark bottle glinting an off-shade of green from the light. She was feeling just the softest edges of a buzz, not exactly known for her tolerance of alcohol, but at least most of her frustrations had melted away with the warmth spreading through her body. A lazy smile greeted her friend, feeling far more relaxed now that her friend was here. “And Kitty-Cat calls me pet? Funny, you don’t see tiny, stray humans running around, chasing mice and eating rats.” With the liquid grace that was purely La’ora, she stood to her feet, sighing in her attempt to relax her shoulders, the tension in them never completely gone.<br><br>“Have you any clue how difficult it is to push for information these days? The roads are getting worse, the days needed to travel to one farm to the next town is <em>exhausting</em> and because of the damn dead who don’t remain dead, my prices have increased nearly thirty percent.” The thief stopped just before the Khajiit, nimble fingers making quick work of the assorted buckles and clasps. “What’s worse; one of my feelers was killed on his way back home to us from Whiterun by a damned Giant.” She tugged the cloak carefully away, but tossed it over her previously-occupied chair with a frustrated growl. “I’ll never know what that bloke had to tell me now, and it’s nagging at me like a fly around a drunk.”<br><br>It was unlikely that the man, Shar, had all the answers. It was unlikely that the gods were that cruel to her, despite their pleasure at dangling sweet carrots there in front of her nose. Ryst’s top came next, giving La’ora pause so that she may run her fingers through that soft fur, up along the woman’s ribcage, just under the cloth that covered her breasts. “I suppose I’ll have to go to Whiterun now, less my curiosity never seize.” The fingers began to walk up slowly, up along Ryst’s ribs once more, stopping so that they might feather over her collar bone. She ached to feel all of that soft fur gliding across her own skin once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 20:29:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is being undressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) after several long days of work.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>Ryst smiled at La'ora's comments about not seeing stray humans running about, "Yes well you wouldn't see me chasing mice or eating rats either... nasty stringy meat... blah. I'll take a good Mammoth steak any day of the week."&nbsp; Ryst frowned a little seeing the way Tao rolled her shoulders ever so slightly.&nbsp; "Why don't you let me see if I can massage away some if not all of that tension away my dear?&nbsp; Our business is tough enough without walking around stiff and out of sorts."&nbsp; <br><br>Nar'Rystlyn reached up to gently caress Tao's cheek and neck as she came over to her and began to help her out of her armor.&nbsp; "Yes strange things are rumored to be happening all around Skyrim.&nbsp; And the roads from Markarth to here are not much better than the roads you speak of."&nbsp; The Nightingale frowned deeply at the thought of loosing another one of their own.&nbsp; Good trust worthy help was getting harder and harder to come by.&nbsp; Especially with the unknown group who had sprung up trying to take away business from the guild.&nbsp; "I caught one of those bandits in Markarth... he was after the same item I was contracted to bring back.&nbsp; I followed him out of town and made sure that he would no longer be able to steal from us again.&nbsp; Giving him a message to deliver to his leaders if he somehow managed to survive his trip to where ever their hide out may be."<br><br>Ryst closed her eyes and purred softly at Tao's touch.&nbsp; She knew that she had been missing her friends touch but until La'ora began to run her fingers up her side Ryst didn't realize just how badly she missed and needed her lovers company.&nbsp; "There are some things which I need to discuss with Rhiley and there is the problem of the Draugr to consider and be taken care of first, but I think when the time comes I shall go with you to Whiterun.&nbsp; I ran into an old Companion friend of mine... well friend of sorts.&nbsp; I was best friends with the woman he married and friends with him as well before his wife was killed in the insurrection of the Foresworn.&nbsp; He still blames me for her death.&nbsp; Anyway he is here to deal with the Draugr problem.&nbsp; I told him I would come and help when the time came.&nbsp; I'm sure he can handle the problem himself but I have a strange feeling that we need to help with this situation."<br><br>Reaching behind La'ora's neck the Khajiit pulled the woman towards her so that she could press her own lips against her's. Tao's kisses were simply divine and it had been far to long since she had tasted her friends lips upon hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:41:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: outside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: open<br><br><hr><br>She looks down in disgust at the argonian all passed out, but it seems his friends have things in hand so she just slowly shakes her head. So early and already passed out drunk, charming fella. "I think you should drag him indoors before the town guard throw him behind bars." She mumbles to his friends as they seem to try and care for him, well he seems to be in good hands so she checks again to make sure that Tadpole is being taken care off.<br><br>"Careful, he bites." She giggles as the horse glares at her with murder in his eyes, or at least so it seems. "Oh come on, it is more fair when they are warned." The stableboy seems to have things under control though, and as viscous Tadpole can be any thoughts of harm is quickly pushed away when warm gruel and a soft blanket appears. Freya is about to leave when she hears the magical word.. Companion... she twirls around on the spot, her long flaming hair whipping around her as she stares at them.<br><br>"Companion? Draugr? It seems I am in luck for once, I have been hired to act as your bodyguard .." she pauses and wrinkles her nose while taking short little breaths before sneezing loudly. "ok.. I seems to have caught a cold but that wont stop me. Freya Shieldmaiden at your service." She takes a short little bow in her armour, while most men when hearing the word shieldmaided seemed to think of some busty blonde woman in very skimpy armour she is far more practical. So her outfit is designed to actually protect more then just her breasts and crotch, and unless she is without her helmet it is even hard to tell she is a woman. No large breasts hammered out on her chestplate, of course it means her breasts are a big crushed up against her but protection is more important then comfort in her opinion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 06:19:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><br>Emerald eyes sharpened and came into focus as Ryst recited the event of the unregistered thief. She was eager to hear every detail of the story; from the location of the body, down to the details of the cloth he wore and the type of cut. Details were the most important, things that La’ora thrived with. But pressing the issue would be far more exhausting, and she wasn’t entirely sure that it would mean the two of them could share this time together, after. Her addiction came in the form of work, something she didn’t know how to quit. Just the once, La’ora swallowed down her wishes, and let her true self emerge.<br><br>Tao smiled, a soft thing that pulled upwards at the edges of her lips. “Friends with someone in the Companions, are you?” The human soothed her fingers back down Ryst’s chest, stopping at her waist while her fingers began to work free the buckle of her pants. She took her time taking them off, slowly exposing those lean, muscular thighs that belonged to the cat. She didn’t hesitate, however, to slide her fingers between her legs, slowly stroking without invitation at what she was eager to get. “And here I thought I was the one with the fancy connections, Kitty.”<br><br>The opposite hand rested at her shoulder, but it was Ryst who pulled Tao in, sealing her mouth with a kiss. It was enough to make her weak in the knees, a feat no enemy of hers had ever succeeded in, and caused the shorter woman to stumble a step forward so that she could tease her fingers up along her neck and against the back of her neck. It didn’t take long before her kiss turned hungry, anxious, yet showing no rush to end this too quickly. Quite the opposite, as eager as she was, she intended to make it worth her friend’s while. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 11:09:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Bee and Bard<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Freya: Open<br><hr>Krieos sighed as he heard the nightingale's words. He'd known he'd been too harsh with her to expect any help, but the woman surprised him. It was but with a snap of her fingers that people came, taking the Argonian from his grasp while she poured a salve down his throat. The Werewolf was too shocked to really act beyond staring, even as the bard was taken from him. His eyes came to the Kahjiit then, studying her as she proclaimed her words. <em>Waht does she mean?</em> He wondered, from the words he couldn't decide if she meant his task or the beast that was due any day now. Truthfully neither would one up the next, for he was already too far gone to think of it as a slight. <br><br><br>Though by the time Krieos had a response, the mystery woman was gone; vanished just like the night she came in. He sighed in an attempt to recollect himself, but before he got far the red head spoke out in her sickly tone. His ears perked at hr voice, and her words made his stomach sink. The Argonian he'd just wasted a ton of energy on wasn't his contact at all. An interesting soul to be sure, but not the one he was looking for. It seemed this woman was, but what was this she spoke about a body guard? He was a member of the circle, he didn't need protection... Still, he supposed some parties wouldn't know that. <br><br>Those numbers would be few, however, so Kreios rose from his knee with a quirked eyebrow. <strong>"Body guard?"</strong> He asked simply, even the yellow flecks in his eyes coursing with confusion. <strong>"If that's how you want to play it..."</strong> He trailed off, the effects of the mead having fully worn off during the Argonian's antics, something he could now be thankful for. Hands crossed behind his back in a soldiers stance, even as his eyes gauged her worth. He could see the toned muscles even beneath the armor, and noted the small bulks to her arms from the wielding of a sword. <br><br><br>The Lady was obviously capable in combat, but for someone to charge her in protecting him? That had Kreios wondering. He tried to push aside the curiosity in favor of what he'd seen, his simple yet powerful voice calling out. <strong>"I suppose I could use one."</strong> The mention, despite the flare to his voice, was nonchalant. <strong>"What do you know of the Draugr problem, though? From What I hear it's a minor infestation, but what was seen on the road would hint at an entire tomb being awakened."</strong> He explained, wanting to know what she thought at this point. Surely she'd have seen the numbers on the road, even if she didn't encounter them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 04:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: outside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Kreios<br><br><hr><br>She just shrugs her shoulders at his obvious confusion and his bravado that clearly points to him thinking he doesn't need her. It isn't something she hasn't faced before, all men seem to have this sense that they are invulnerable and don't need any help especially from a woman. "Not about how I want to play it, it is what I was paid to do. As for the Draugr yes I saw a few on my way here and I heard the farmers speak of the growing problem. My guess would be some fool so called adventurer poked his head in a tomb and disturbed them, that or they reach some critical population." She digs out for a tissue to cough violently into and then wipes her nose daintily and quickly hides it before he can see that her mucus is threaded with blood.<br><br>"As much as I like standing out here in the cold, do you mind if we go inside? I am cold and hungry, two things I get enough of outside of the cities thank you very much." "Frankly I am just the brawn, you are the brains at least if the one who hired me is to be believed. So I will keep your cute behind safe or die trying, and you don't try anything outside of that? Deal?" She tugs off one of her gauntlets and extends her hand to him with a raised eyebrow on her pale face, she really really hopes he wont be one of those people that try to get between her legs. What is there died along with her child those.. no.. dont think about that. Not now, what a sight it would be to start crying like a little girl at the start of a new contract, no that wouldnt do at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 07:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is being undressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) after several long days of work.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>Ryst growled lightly as their kiss became more hungry and deep by the moment.&nbsp; Her claws extended and raked down her little Tao's back, "Mmmm naughty little Tao making Kitty so frisky before our business is through."&nbsp; The stronger more agile Khajiit moved La'ora towards the bed stripping off more of the robes she wore with her claws.&nbsp; Clothing after all could be very easily replaced.&nbsp; In fact Tao had several sets of clothing that she kept in their private sanctuary for such times when Ryst was in more than just a little bit of the mood for having some true quality time together.<br><br>For now though her claws didn't break Tao's skin... no that would come later in the heated throws of passion when Ryst would let loose and truly be a wildcat.&nbsp; Now with both of them completely naked Ryst pushed Tao down onto the bed and straddled her waist leaning down to suckle on one of her lovers lovely breasts.&nbsp; Carefully nipping at La'ora's nipple in the process then caressing it with her rough tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>Then purring lightly Ryst rubs her head over both of Tao's breasts before kissing her way up that lovely neck which she loved so well.&nbsp; Reaching Tao's lips Ryst murmured, "Yes Kitty has many connections tucked in different places in Skyrim.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you a really good pet and take good care of Kitty I'll tell you more about this one I ran into today."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 19:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr>The thief would never get bored of Ryst and her forward ways. Foreplay was in the form of shredding clothing, and she <em>liked</em> that about her. Sometimes she found not having choices was a luxury, one that was presented as a gift when it was given by someone she without a doubt, trusted. So Tao didn’t retaliate, not when she was looking forward, eagerly, to the outcome. Down onto the feathered mattress she went. Over her hips the feline straddled, soon enough getting to the point that <em>others</em> considered to be foreplay. Not her. She was already worked up and ready. Tao placed her hands on the Khajiit’s thighs, soothing her palms up until her fingers once again were able to pass between. She plunged one finger in deep, despite the dominating position the cat had over her.<br><br>“You dangle information over my head? Kitty, I will stretch and strain to get it, we both know that.” Two fingers now, worked in past those delicate folds before curling slightly. She knew the spots that made Ryst shriek. She would exploit them now, eager to please, eager to learn. Clever fingers finely tuned to snatch pretty bobbles not meant for her showed no less expert care to their taste now. For good measure, however, La’ora placed the thumb of her free hand over Ryst’s clit, slowly caressing tight circles around it, using her own excitement as lubricant.<br><br>The distraction was to serve for multiple purposes. The first was to tease the woman’s body with pleasure, to push her along with those exciting shivers until her breathing grew long and loud, and her hips squirmed for more. But really, because Tao knew her disadvantages with her fellow thief, she was using it to give Ryst something else to focus on; and when she was lost to the throws of passion, perhaps hoping Tao would move her fingers faster, edging closer to release, Tao struck. Both legs lifted, locked just under the Khajiit’s ribs, and the thief pushed with her core, flipping them over. Now she was on top, allowing Tao to push those two fingers in much deeper as she settled into the position of dominance. “I want to hear kitty scream.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 12:46:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/assassins_creed_revelations_2-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br><strong>Location:</strong>Docks<br><strong>Time:</strong>Early morning, nearing Sunrise<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anders, Open<br><br><br>A chuckle issued from the mans lips. <strong>"Walk through walls? Interesting."</strong> He stroked his beard a few times, <strong>"There have been a recent stream of break-ins and heists in Riften. Ones that are not associated with the thieves guild. Purses are clutched tighter, homes are locked more securely. Yet even then things have gone missing."</strong> He stepped back and leaned against a stack of crates, <strong>"La'Ora is seeking information, or even the identity of the man, or men behind this. As are all who work with her of course."</strong> <br><br>He fished in his pocket, bringing forth a paper, offering it out to Anders, he let him open it if he wished before he spoke. If he did he'd see a drawing of a silver locket, a red jewel surrounded in by the Jarls family crest on it. It had been her grandmothers, and much more than a simple trinket. Something that had crossed a line for both the Thieves Guild and the Jarl this time. <strong>"This item has been stolen just a few nights ago, it is said that the Jarl knows something of it, but she doesn't speak. She isn't so trusting of strangers, but perhaps you could speak to her. I am known to her and La'Ora...well lets just say she doesn't like when things don't go her way."</strong> he chuckled again. <strong>"We'll meet again, and of course I'll speak with La'Ora on your behalf you get this information."</strong> With that he turned, walking away after giving the man a chance to speak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 06:40:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is being undressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) after several long days of work.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>Ryst's eyes had been closed and she had started purr as La'ora put her talented fingers to work.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then suddenly she felt Tao's legs wrap around her waist and before her pleasure filled mind could react she was being flipped onto her back.&nbsp; Letting out a slight mew of surprise her eyes opened wide looking up into lovely nude form of her human lover.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nar'Rystlyn's own fingers swiftly found their own mark as the deftly sought for and found the soft hot wet folds of her lover.&nbsp; Two of her furry fingers sliding deep inside of Tao with her tail coming up and around to spank her little pets perfectly formed ass cheeks.&nbsp; "I think we'll be screaming together my little pet... that was a nasty little stunt to pull on your furry lover." <br><br>The claws on Ryst's free hand extended as she placed the tips of them on Tao's thigh and raked downward drawing four parallel lines which beaded up slowly with blood.&nbsp; The scratches were far from being life threatening but they would still sting.&nbsp; Moving from Tao's thigh to one of her breasts Ryst's finger tips wrap around her human lovers nipple and begins to twist gently.&nbsp; "Come on my little pet lets scream together."&nbsp; The Khajiit practically purred as a wide grin full of lust and desire crossed her lips baring her sharp fangs in the process.&nbsp; <br><br>Ryst's tail continued to spank tao for sometime before it instead began to rub softly over Tao's ass cheeks the tip of it playing along the cleft which ran between the two cheeks.&nbsp; Then feeling Tao's fingers searching deeper into her core Ryst arched her back to meet those questing fingers even as her own began their own quest deeper into the hot wet velvety folds of her lover girl. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 09:26:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Bee and Bard<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Freya: Open<br><hr>The companion couldn't help but smirk at the snarky way she responded to his words. That only further proved her spirit to the man as he laughed a little from the way she handled it. Though the violent cough caught him off guard, and he found himself narrowing his eyes. Even his keen sight didn't pick up the specks of red on the cloth, but his enhanced olfactory caught the scent of the blood as it wafted through the air. Nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent, now realizing this warrior woman was far more sickly then she played off. His mind puzzled over what illness could possibly be plaguing her, but he'd already expended energies on the Argonian before. Not to mention, there was the more pressing matter of who set them up like this. <br><br>Vilkas had mentioned a contact, and Kreios found it no coincidence that she was mentioning being a bodyguard. The circle only relied on the power of a shield brother or sister to claim the task of guarding their backs. The people outside the companions he'd ever trusted for the task were easily counted on one hand. Most were dead, only the one he'd yet to see again remained. His mind drifted to Ryst for a moment, guilt suddenly weighing on his shoulders at how he'd left without so much as a word to her. He knew she cared for Alga as much as he; it wasn't fair of him to do that. <br><br>The distraction lasted only a moment before he caught the remainder of her words, the smirk returning to his lips. <strong>"Try something outside that? Don't flatter yourself, lass."</strong> He commented with a laugh, though a genuine one. <strong>"That was brisk, more to say I'm not looking to squeeze between any thighs. Pay no mind to my crass humor."</strong> His voice, still soft but booming, as he pulled one gauntlet off to clasp her hand in the shake. He gave it firmly, like he would to a shield sister, not as if he was clasping the hand of a damsel in distress. Afterward he moved passed her to push open the barb's door. <br><br><strong>"If you've been hired as an assist to the companions, we'll live on their coin tonight. I'll have the owners bill the tab to Jorrvaskr. Trust me, they know who I am; and the harbinger will pay."</strong> He informed her, not gonna take no for an answer on that one. She was ill, and she'd need a good night's rest if she was to be any use to him. <strong>"But let's get something clear. You can guard my back, but I'll guard yours as well. No companion is protected, if we do this it will be as a team. We'll watch each other, and I promise you'll still be paid. Onto other matters, I was informed I'd have a contact here not a bodyguard. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"</strong> The former monk mentioned, curiosity pouring from his voice. <br><br>It was difficult to discern what was going on here. Kreios was certain there was another party at work here. Someone who wanted more then one person tackling this task, and in his experience that always meant something more was going on. He designated a table for them, pulling his cloak off before tying it around one o the chairs. He waved to the proprietors daughter then, smiling as recognition immediately crossed the Argonian's features. <strong>"Chalanda! It's been too long, some hardy food and drinks for my comrade and I?"</strong> He called, and chuckled happily when he received a nod of agreement. He took a seat then, waiting for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 10:33:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Bee &amp; Barb<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Freya, Open<br><hr>The din of the Bee &amp; Barb seemed every bit too active for a calm morning in the popular inn. It seemed almost like there was some sort of festivities going on, centered around the otherwise calmest corner of the tavern. Or rather centered around one Argonian in the otherwise calmest corner of the place. It had only been minutes since the cloaked men carried him inside. He had looked like Sovngarde was beckoning for his bardic soul. People gathered around to try to hear the dying words as he took a deep wheezing breath. Suddenly he had just sat bolt up, eyes wide with recognition. A few moments later he was sitting at a table with the proprietor at his side with a pint filled to the brim with Argonian brew.<br><br>"<em>He was a thief that rode out of Black Marsh<br>He rode for days until his horse fell apart<br>Into a fief of a Dunmer Lord so harsh<br>He laid a fair maid and then broke her sweet heart<br>She was the daughter of the lord of the laaaaands<br>Let's see how good a thief he is without hands!</em>"<br><br>Ilya had brought out his Lute and was sitting with the innkeeper atop Luggage, drinking and singing to the amusement of those around them. All in all it seemed the two Argonians knew each other rather well, which was probably why the otherwise business oriented keep was so generous with his ales all of the sudden. Chalanda came out with two platters of food and drink to the Companion and the shieldmaiden and put them down with a sigh. "Father haven't seen great-uncle Ilya for many years. I can barely remember how far out of the egg I was then either... I just hope Father has the smarts not to let him have all the ale he wants, great-uncle could drink a lake dry if it had yeast and barley in it." She returned to her place behind the bar while the party continued over by the corner.<br><br>"<em>Who can attest to all missing jewels<br>Who is the king of the greatest of fools<br>Lord Sheogorath is pretty damn close<br>But Ilya is the target of this little prose!</em>"<br><br>The bard had turned to singing while balancing an empty bottle on the tip of his snout. His recovery time was remarkable as most people required at least a few hours of rest to recover from such injuries, even with a good healing potion in their guts. He made a flip off the Luggage and spun in a wild Redguard dance over to the table where Kreios and Freya was seated. He managed a bow so deep his mantle fell over his head, but straightened up with such a snap that it flung over his head and landed on his back again. He gave them a sharp smile and a laugh that rung out of him like thunder rolling over the hills.<br><br>"Greetings and salutations once more, Companion and shielded maiden! My thanks for taking me here, otherwise I would have missed a hell of a party!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 01:07:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: Inside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Kreios and Ilya, open<br><br><hr><br>Honestly she doesn't know if she is to be relieved or insulted when he mentions that she shouldn't flatter herself, but in the end she decides to be relieved and shakes his hand firmly. And his offer of picking up the tab was welcome, her own meager purse was far to light these days. "hmm well, it does strike me as odd yes. You know, one would almost think you are being set up for something. And I say you because frankly I am nobody, I can't for the life of me think of a single reason anyone would set me up." yes, it is a lie. She knows all to well who would want to set her up, her husbands family. BUT she has no intention of airing her dirty laundry in front of him. His promise to watch her ass too is rather welcome as well and she ups her estimation of him by quite a few degrees, apparently he wants to at least appear to be an honorable man.<br><br>She takes a seat at the table he has chosen and leans back gratefully to be sitting on something that isn't moving or trying to bite her, in other words.. something that isn't Tadpole. She loves the horse but he can be a bit.. temperamental. Much in the same way a troll can be said to be slightly dangerous and for many of the same reasons. "Ahh so nice to be indoors, try and get warm and... and.... isn't that your argonian friend?" Her eyes are wide as saucers at the transformation from.. passed out drunk to.. .. lively drunk?<br><br>"Eh.. yes.. hello? Eh.. well.. you seem.. better?" Her voice rather hesitant and she slowly sneaks her right hand down to rest on the hilt of a dagger, just in case this.. this.. eccentric drunk proves to be a violent eccentric drunk. Though she has to admit, he isn't bad looking just.. well.. drunk.. and probably mad as well.. said Daedra Lord.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 07:25:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Bee and Bard<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Freya, Ilya: Open<br><hr>Kreios noted the liveliness the tavern suddenly had, but didn't notice the cause at first. The Companion was being single minded, taking his seat while hearing The warrior's thoughts on the subject of him being set up. He chuckled. <strong>"You may be surprised about set ups. They can happen in strange times, to unlikely people. Ability over fame. I myself have been gone for a while, so I doubt many know my face. Five years atop the throat of the world does that."</strong> He explained to her with a wry grin, and began to nod at her remarks about indoors. Though that was when her break in words caught his attention. <br><br>Kreios turned his head then, nearly bulging his eyes at how the Argonian bard was now seeming right as rain. <em>Did someone spike his mead with that dust from hammerfell?</em> He had to ask himself in a fluster, the thought of asking the woman her name leaving his mind as the man bounded to their table. Normally such an action would have brought out the fighter instincts in him, but inside he knew the bard was mostly harmless by now. Well, so long as you weren't a troll he guessed. <strong>"Ahem, yes; good to see you again."</strong> The companion added before it seemed too much like he was slack jawed at the reptile's recovery time. <br><br><strong>"I have to thank you as well. If it hadn't been for that confusion, I may not have found my contact."</strong> Kreios thanked the Argonian bard then, his hand coming down to the table to try and lighten things up a bit. <strong>"Mead for all three of us, then. And food as well. You helped make the contact, you deserve a good drink for it."</strong> The companion offered, the grin returning as he pondered on how much better the Bard's stories would get after a few more drinks were in his system. It was coming together to be a fine evening, or morning, after all. He relaxed back in the chair with that feeling of relief, before the donning question raised in his mind once more. <br><br><strong>"And for the love of Talos, can we all get each other's names? I'll Start. Kreios; Kreios Windstrider."</strong> The companion introduced himself, leaning forward then to release the large sword from his back as the blade had begun to stab into him from leaning back. He propped it between the table and a chair then, wondering what others surprises would unfold before the lot of them finally got some rest. His mind was also still wondering over who was setting him up here. He didn't feel it with any malice, not unless someone was stalling him until the full moon's rise. Even then, it seemed more like someone was trying to arrange a meeting between the two of them. Possibly between the three if The Bard's troubles on the road meant anything more then normal bad luck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 20:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr>There was nothing quite like the right amount of pain with sex. The sensation never failed to cause shivers to trickle up along her spine, causing the thief’s heart to beat erratically and with excitement. Like a switch, she felt her body powering up, stimulating nerves and glands that began to echo with her pleasure. Tao moaned, a long and slow sound that rolled from her throat and echoed in their private room. Small beads of crimson began to form on her thighs, but she grinned crookedly down at Ryst, rather than take it as any sign of threat. The woman knew what she liked; that included those clever fingers that were already wet with the woman’s excitement, as well as that clever tail that acted as if it had a mind of its own. She was just clever all together.<br><br>“You always knew how to charm me like a stubborn lock,” La’ora cooed, lifting her chin and shivered as she began to rock against those fingers. She never stopped her own, even as one knee pushed Ryst’s legs further apart. “Gods above, you fiend, you never fail to out-do me!” While biting at her lower lip, La’ora whimpered, feeling her pleasure building, getting closer while the small cluster of blood on her thighs beaded together and slowly trailed a path down. Determined, she worked her fingers faster. If she was going to cum first, she hoped at least to force Ryst to follow directly behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 01:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: Inside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Kreios and Ilya, open<br><br><hr><br>"Freya, pleased to meet you Kreios. And perhaps it isn't a set up, just.. the way the cookie crumbled so to speak.. And if you don't mind, it is a tad to early for mead for me. But I wouldn't mind some of whatever food is at hand. And to be honest I don't think that speculating about if we are being set up or not is pointless until we actually have some proof, we need to focus on the problem at hand first I feel. The way I see it, we either look at the places where attacks have taken place and see what we can find, or I guess we hit up the local crypts and see what is up there. But you are boss, I just tag along and hit stuff that plan to hit us."<br><br>She smiles at the serving girl as she brings them the drinks and some of yesterdays stew that has a healthy amount of meat swimming in it. "oh that looks good, I am so hungry" She purrs to the girl and slides the young lass a few coins as a tip knowing how hard work it is to work in a tavern, of course it is always fun to flirt a little with cute young girls too it sure helps to cheer her up a bit.<br><br>"So.." She scoops up a spoonful and chews thoughtfully eyes brimming with delight as the food isn't too salty. "What do you think? And eh.. do we bring.." She nods towards the obviously drunk but happy bard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 18:24:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is being undressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) after several long days of work.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>The Khajiit grinned widely even as a moan which sounded half pur half snarl as her full animal instincts kicked into gear.&nbsp; "Fiend is it... Mmmmm well from your lips to my ears lover girl."&nbsp; Reaching up Nar'Rystlyn grabbed a handful of La'ora's hair and sat up a little even as she brought her lovers breasts to her face and began to nuzzle her furry cheeks on Toa's breasts before beginning to lick one of her lovers nipples with her rough tongue alternately nibbling lightly with her sharp teeth around the edge of the same nipple.<br><br>Ryst's fingers curl lightly inside of Toa's core caressing more firmly over her hot silky wet skin.&nbsp; The Khajiits tail continuing its own quest of alternately spanking and caressing La'ora's perfectly fit ass cheeks.&nbsp; The Nightingale smiles softly around Tao's nipple thinking of how here they were two master thieves each striving in their own ways to unlock the inner mysteries of their lover. <br><br>"And you my dear are a very talented and gifted student.&nbsp; I am truly grateful that the divines saw fit to have our paths cross as they did."&nbsp; Nar'Rystlyn murmured around Tao's nipple just before pulling the hardened pink flesh between her lips suckling hard while caressing its hardened tip with the tip of her rough tongue with swift circular motions.&nbsp; The words 'I love you' would most likely never cross the Khajiit's lips but she did put every bit of love and passion she felt for Tao into her every action and every touch.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 18:42:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Bee &amp; Barb<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Freya, Open<br><hr>Ilya smiled at the Companion when he thanked him for his... services. "You know what they say, a good bard brings people together." He gave him a nudge in the side and a wink at the fiery-headed shieldmaiden. He parked his tail down on a chair next to her and slapped his hand onto the table as the topic of food was brought up. "That is right! I am starving." His stomach chimed in with a long outdrawn groan which spoke volumes in itself. He suddenly clasped his hands around his abdomen and gave a pained expression before his forehead hit the table, making much of the same noise that his hand had done. Chalanda hurried back with a thick meaty stew which he began devouring in the manners of a starved wolf. Had anyoned timed him they would have been stunned, possibly driven to thinking he was actually a very well disguised giant given a bowl much to small for him.<br><br>"Kreios and Freya." He washed the names down with a mouthful of mead, a concentrated expression on his face. He had a hard time remembering names, which meant he spent a lot of time during his first encounters with anybody repeating their names in his head until he thought he had gotten them down at least to a degree that he would mistake their names with something at least two syllables closer than he would have otherwise. "My name is Ilya Evermore, travelling bard and tinkerer as well as subterranean guide and Dwemer <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">and Falmer</span> aficionado." He beat himself a little over the chest as if he had just declared himself Emperor. "At your service for as far as I can reach in aptitude..." He leaned an elbow on the table and gave Freya a dreamy look. "..and my aptitude have a very long reach." He sat up straight again and gave Kreios a less sultry look. "So if you are going crypt-spelunking you'll need someone with a sense for the subterranean and trap-detection, out of which I should have a licence for both if there was such a thing!"<br><br>He leaned back on his chair and yawned, stretching his arms up and letting one land on Freya's shoulders in a very obvious move that was as old as the sun before he gave her another sultry look and a smile. "Don't worry, I'll give you a special discount. For new times sake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 05:55:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><br>La’ora felt her brow furrow with concentration, cheeks flushing with heat as lust and desire in the most primal of ways began to flood through her body. It was getting difficult to breathe calmly, and the exertion could be seen in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts which were currently falling victim to the frisky feline’s mouth. It was everything she could do to keep from screaming out loud, but knowing how she worked in the past… well it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Ryst always had the better fingers than she.<br><br>“Oh gods…” There it was; the familiar swell of sensation, the way her breath began to shudder in her chest just as her spine arched and her hips seized. The orgasm hit La’ora without mercy, causing the thief to writhe on the Khajiit’s lap as her body clenched tightly around those furry fingers. Had she something to bite into it would have torn with her teeth. Instead, she settled with bundling her fist tightly in the sheets, leaving the other still working the woman with fervor and determination. Just because the Ghost lost this particular battle didn’t mean she would go down without a fight. In the very least she wanted to send Ryst crashing to orgasm along with her.<br><br>Her orgasm began to fade, allowing other sensations to follow; tight muscles, pleasurable shivers, and a crack in her neck as she let her shoulders slump and her body to release the variety of knots and tension they had been holding into place. The afterglow, as it always was, was delicious. “Mmm, good kitty…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 01:16:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is being undressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) after several long days of work.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>Ryst was well aware of every sound which escaped from La'ora's beautiful lips.&nbsp; From her cry's of passion to her shuddering breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Arching her back and thrusting her hips forward to meet every new movement by Tao's talented fingers.&nbsp; Her lover knew every single button every sweet spot to caress to build the tension up deep within her soul.&nbsp; The muscles of her core tightening around La'ora's fingers with in moments of her lovers own release.&nbsp; <br><br>Here hands slowly drifted up from Tao's thighs and up her sides.&nbsp; The Kitty's sharp claws leaving a light trail in their wake.&nbsp; Wrapping her arms around La'ora Nar'Rystlyn pulled the woman down to her chest and held her close while giving her a long deep kiss.&nbsp; With her claws and fingertips tracing intricate patterns on her lovers back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mmmmm my little Tao... you are by far my most talented apprentice.&nbsp; Everything you do is simply perfection."&nbsp; Ryst whispered around her young human lovers lips.&nbsp; Lips which she could simply never get enough of.&nbsp; If La'ora were to lay her head on Nar'Rystlyn's chest she would hear a deep purring which went very far in expressing just how good the young woman had made her feel inside with her wonderful and talented touch.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 05:45:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside The Bee and Barb<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Freya, Ilya: Open<br><hr>Kreios smiled a bit as the two introduced themselves, now beginning to eat as the food was served up. He got no more then a two bites before his eyes widened at the way the Argonian began to shovel the food away. It was almost like the man was a bear trying to put away enough meals to last him all through the winter! He was so distracted by it that Freya's question nearly escaped his notice, and indeed it took the Nord some time to register it. After a few moments, he shook his head. By that point Ilya was beginning to explain his talents, which quickly brought the companion from his surprised stupor. Shaking his head, he washed down what food he'd manage to eat with the mug of junniper mead to his right. <br><br><strong>"I say it couldn't hurt to have a specialist in the area. After all, skilled men hold a position. Groups of specialist take them."</strong> Kreios hinted with a wry grin, but quickly the choice of words he'd spoken caught up with him. Among the companions it wouldn't have seemed odd to refer to them all as men, nor would it have seemed sexist. He didn't know how the shield maiden would feel about that, however. So scratching his head with a light chuckle, he gave a apolgtic nod of his head. <strong>"Or women in your case."</strong> He added, now tracing his finger over the top of the mug for a moment. <br><br><strong>"If Ilya is wiling to come, we could certainly use the help. And since he offered."</strong> Kreios began as his eyes shifted to the Argonian in thanks. <strong>"We'll be taking it."</strong> With those last words, he put his mind back to the food finishing what he could on his already soured stomach. After all, his hunger had been well slaked on the way over here. The beast could put away far more then he could, especially after five years of asceticism at High Hrothgar. After those few bites he chsed it with the last of that mug, and set it down with a slam. <br><br>Kreios's eyes hadn't missed Ilya's flirtations with the Lady Warrior, and he wasn't one to stand in the way if he could help it. So with another chuckle he rose from the table, laying a folded leather map between them. <strong>"That's what I was given. The Harbinger said it was delivered from the contractor. Seems to be a half scrawled map of something. Possibly the Draugr ruin, if I had to wager. Take a look at it, see if the two of you can make more out of it then I have. I'll be getting a few winks of rest in the meantime, we'll set out as soon as possible afterward."</strong> The Companion explained, giving a sly smile to Ilya as he turned from Freya. <br><br><strong>"Saying the two of you are ready that is. I only have five days to complete this, so while we have time, we should aim to be quick."</strong> Kreios added as he began to stride off, speaking with the inkeep for a moment before heading upstairs to a room. He'd leave them be for now, besides he wanted to be alone for the trembles that were going to beset him as is. He wasn't use to feeling the beast this close anymore, he'd have to get use to it again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 07:00:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: Inside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Kreios and Ilya, open<br><br><hr><br>She can't help but laugh at the bards antics, his over the top flirting that she could only interpret as a joke fills her with much relief that he isn't one of those men that actually try to get into every woman's breeches. "well isn't it fortunate that you come&nbsp; along just as we plan to enter a trap filled undead infested crypts. But I am sure you will find lots of ale and scantily clad women as your reward for helping us clear out this den of evil." As he yawns and puts his arm around her armoured shoulders she bats her eyelashes at him playfully, "hmm special discount eh? And what would that be hmm? Lots of hot steamy sex right here on this table I hope. You know.. since I am not the one paying, so I wouldn't mind you and Kreios having at it as I watch."<br><br>If he can play the teasing womanizer she can play the kinky woman for sure, it helps beat back the sudden urge peel off his arm and try to not dislocate it too badly. She isn't too&nbsp; fond of men that try and get too close to her, she hasn't been close to a man since her husband. And look where THAT got her!<br><br>"Though I guess the other.. othe.. oth..aachooo.... scuse me." She digs out a hankie to blow her nose with after the rather loud and unwomanly sneeze, "sorry about that, this darn cold doesn't seem to want to leave me. Good thing I am not a thief, can you imagine trying to cut a purse or sneak into a house and sneeze loudly?" She grins and returns to her food hoping he will take his arm away from her soon, and she is REALLY hoping he is just fooling around and not actually trying to hit on her the very first thing he does. Then again he is a man, men seem to be sex crazed pigs.<br><br>As Kreios explains the situation in detail she nods and peeks at the map, "Five days eh? Lets set off as soon as we rested up a bit, and I will leave the maps to our spelunking master here i think and retire too. Sleep might get rid of this infernal cold." She tucks the bloody hankie away before either man can inspect it too closely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 12:39:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Bee &amp; Barb<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Freya, Open<br><hr>For a moment Ilya was almost drawn in to believe the Shieldmaiden sincere in har carnal machinations. It wouldn't have been the first time he had enjoyed himself in a public space, though perhaps on such an obvious place. But there was a first time for everything for a bard of his talents. As she finished her suggestion though he couldn't help but give a loud laugh and slap himself on the knee, effectively restoring the distance between himself and her.<br><br>"I'm very sorry lass, my discounts only extends to those I find myself attracted to, and Kreios here is a bit too hairy of a lad to have my upright attention." He sank back in his chair and emptied the last of his mead. She seemed a feisty woman, hard to get underneath her armor. Which only enticed him more. Even so he would have to concede for now. A proper gentleman knew when to back off and about now would do just fine for that. He excused her sneeze with a bit of harsh Argonian tongue, noticing the dark spot on her handkerchief. He had no time to reflect on it as Kreios handed them the hand-drawn map with a sly smile. He scoffed a little to himself and spread the parchment on the table, looking at it for a while before turning to Freya with a triumphant smile.<br><br>"I think I might know where this map points to. At least these scribbles here look like they could coincide with some rather auspicious landmarks in the area..." He whistled for Luggage which lazily made its way over. Opening the lid he dove down into it, making sure the Shieldmaiden got a good look at his shapely rear while he was at it and returned with a long ornate tube into which he stuffed the map, twisted it shut with some sort of complicated maneuver and handed to her. "For safekeeping. It's his map, my contraption, yours to keep safe until we depart. I suggest you go to bed, sleep off that cold of yours. We have quite the adventure ahead of us!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 15:26:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bee and Barb: His room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open if anyone is good enough to be in the room. &gt;_&gt;<br><hr>Kreios ascended the steps quickly, hands beginning to shake lightly after he was out of sight from his current comrades. He didn't know Freya would be climbing up to a room soon, either, so while the hall may be empty; he'd have no way of knowing if she seen it. His hands pressed against the wall for a brief moment as shivers overtook him, the flesh of his body rolling in a mercurial flush. It contorted for a moment before he reinforced his will, retaking control over the urges that were already paying through his mind. He felt his canines elongated as his tongue brushed along them. He hadn't felt the beast like this since before he'd come to High Hrothgar, the place seemed to keep it at bay.<br><br>Regardless, The Companion pulled himself together after a moment. And with no further delay, he opened the door to enter his room. There the feeling came over him yet again, and through sheer will alone did he manage to lock the door before falling to his knees. Hands came up to clasp his breastplate at that point, fingers fiddling until the pieces snapped apart. The flesh the metal had been hiding contorted unnaturally, seeming to roll along his bones before his head arched back with a shallow growl. That action seemed to pull his body back under his own control, and the rumbling stopped as he shivered from the effort. Shakily raising back to his feet, The companion began to unclasp his tasset. <br><br>The Armored kilt dropped in but a moment, leaving Kreios to simply remove his bracers and leggings before he reached the bed. Luckily a pitcher of water had been poured next to him, which he quickly snatched up. He brought the entire thing to his lips as he drained a copious amount, then poured the rest over him to cool the fire that seemed to blaze over his skin. The clay dish dropped afterwards, leaving the Companion to stumble to the bed before collapsing upon it. He laid there for a few minutes afterward, eyes drooping with a the heavy feeling of sleep threatening to overtake him. He fought it first, not wanting to pass out before he knew the beast was fully cowed. But should no one interrupt him, he falls asleep after about an hour. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 21:20:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br>Location: Inside the Bee and Bard<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Kreios and Ilya, open<br><br><hr><br>She just nods and drags her tired body up the stairs, more concernedwith trying to undo all the hooks and clasps of her armour as she goes then watching Kreios struggle with himself. She stumbles into the room assigned to her and just dumps the heavy armour on the floor as she gets it off her, and then collapses down on the bed to snore loudly and unladylike.<br><br><em>"Mommy.... mommy, when are you comming home?" The little childs voice echoes in her head as she spins around wildly trying to find the source, but all she can see is a forest of dead threes all surrounded by a strange blue haze, "who is there? Who are you? SHOW YOURSELF!" Yes her voice holds a slight trembling terror to it, is.. this.. no it can't be!<br><br>"mommy, I miss you. Where are you not here to hold me." The voice again calls out from behind her and she twirls around with sword in hand ready to cleave... all thought just drain from her as she sees the little lost child, the curly red hair floating behind the little girls head and.. that.. dress... Freya knows it well.. the dress her mother made when.. when.. oh no... The sword falls from her hand as she kneels down to embrace the girl, her girl.. the girl she never got to hold in life. Tears flowing down her cheeks while she kisses the girl all over her face. "shh.. mommy is here.. I am here.. I will never leave you little one, never again. I am so sorry, I couldn't stop him.. I .. I should have killed him sooner.. I am so sorry."<br><br>"mommy, I missed you.. please stay with me now.. dont go again.. I am so lonely, and he is out there.. hunting me.. dont let him hurt me again."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 04:04:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>GM Post</strong></span></div><br>Jarl Tali tapped her fingers on the table before her. The desk, littered with papers that lay untouched for weeks. Instead her eyes peered into the distance as her adviser droned on. <strong>"Enough. I want postings made, in every inn, tavern, and anywhere else. Anyone with information on either the Dragur or Thieves will be rewarded should it lead to ridding us of either."</strong> she growled, pushing back her chair before leaving the room. Her footsteps echoing off the walls. <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>Bee and Bard Early Afternoon<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>The rowdy chatter from earlier that morning had died down to a dull murmur in comparison, all except for the pounding of a hammer that echoed at the foot of the stair case. Some of the drunk patrons gathered around as the guard pounded the sign into a few of the posts and doorways within the tavern and inn area. <br><br><strong>"What's it say?"</strong> one man slurred, his eyes squinting as the words spun before him. <br><br><strong>"Don't much care, so long as that pounding stops. Does he have to make such a damned racket. By the Gods!"</strong> another growled downing the last of his ale. The guard seeming to hammer it in a little louder before he turns to the group. <br><br><strong>You lot, if any of you have information about the draugr or any of the thievin' goin' around here. Then take your sorry arse down to see the Jarl. She'll want to know about it."</strong> He say's before turning away and leaving, the drunks and a few other patrons reading over the message before many found themselves turning away with disinterest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 08:11:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><br>It was a blessing to be able to stretch out against the lean expanse of Ryst’s body, simply draping her form over her fellow guild member’s form, and bask in their mutual pleasure. La’ora could feel the tension leaking out of every poor, dissipating into thin-air like so much steam. When she first stepped foot into the secret little room her mind had been flooded with tension and doubts, as well as those nagging little voices of unease and unanswered questions. Now, she thought only of the soothing rumble of the cat’s purr, a sensation and a sound which only increased the lethargy in the thief. La’ora smiled, and much like a cat, stretched out slowly until her muscles began to shake, ending it all with a content sigh.<br><br>“I am the perfect mistake, I’ve often said,” spoke the woman with the ever-stretching grin that consumed her pretty face. “But you speak too kind, my dearest kitty-cat. Should I be perfect, I’d linger here all evening with you, bathing you with glorious gifts, poems and a breakfast that would shame the Jarl of Solitude with all its finery. Yet, instead, I’m to leave this sanctuary behind as soon as I find the use of my legs, and ask you join me for a drink. I’ve tasted your honey, now I wish for the honey mead our fair establishment so kindly supplies.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 18:43:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kreios<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bee and Barb<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>The short slumber did not leave Kreios well rested. In addition to the lack of proper rest, his rise was signaled by the harsh knocking that pounded deep into a beam somewhere below. Dreary eyes slowly opened to the noise, and a single hand rose to cover the companions face as he shook his head. <em>What in oblivion is that about?</em> He wondered, also considering whether that beam was right below his damned room or not. With no more then a few more grumbles, The Companion rolled from his bed to walk toward the water basin. After cleaning himself from the night before, he dressed; not for battle, no he'd gather his armor later if it turned out to be needed. <br><br>Kreios did grab his sword after the tunic, britches, boots and cloak were fastened. He then wrapped the harness over his shoulder before walking from his room to go investigate the noises from below. He was walking down the stairs just in time to hear the last of the guard's words, and an eyebrow rose at the commotion. He nearly laughed as the guard seemed to flee as fast as he'd come, leaving the drunks to read it with a disinterest. The Companion just descended the stairs after the debacle was over, walking right up to the post as he read it's message carefully. Not that it consisted of much more then a promise of reward should someone manage to rid them of the draugr or 'thieves'?<br><br>That brought more confusion to Kreios's eyes. Why in all oblivion was thieving in Riften all of sudden something strange? <strong>"What do they mean by the Thieving? Isn't that all just part of the city?"</strong> The Companion asked with a brief chuckle, regarding the proprietors wife who was currently presiding over the room. He wasn't expecting much more then a shrug considering the fact that you weren't supposed to talk about 'The Guild', especially if you were paying them protection money. Still, he stepped from the post and looked about for any sign of his allies against the Draugr. He figured they may still be in bed, but if they could sleep through that racket, he'd certainly like a taste of the meed they were sipping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 04:42:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Nar%27Rystlyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nar'Rystlyn, Ryst to her friends. Ryla public Alias<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Ryst is being undressed (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Nar%27Rystlyn_1.png) after several long days of work.&nbsp; There are very few people who actually know what she looks like under her Nightingale armor.&nbsp; And she likes it that way. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Private chambers shared with La’ora<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning.&nbsp; La'ora (closed)<br><hr><hr>Ryst nibbled lightly on Tao's neck. &nbsp;"Whats the rush my dearest one?&nbsp; We have plenty of mead hear to satisfy all of the Companions in their mighty hall.&nbsp; Could we not just enjoy a few drinks here then perhaps enjoy another go around at enjoying each others company.&nbsp; Only this time taking our time in partaking of each others sweet nectar?"&nbsp; Ryst continued to nibble on Tao's neck wishing it could be so easy to change Lady La'ora's mind but she recognized her lovers tone of voice and knew it would be truly fruitless to try and argue the point further.&nbsp; <br><br>But no matter it would be still some time yet before either of them found enough strength in their legs to get up and get dressed again.&nbsp; Until that time Ryst intended on enjoying her time alone with her lover for as long as she could.&nbsp; The Khajiit treasured such times and the memories they made.&nbsp; They kept her going through the long nights of winter when the cold winds blew both without and within.&nbsp; Pushing those thoughts away Ryst continued to caress La'ora's soft silken skin with her furry fingertips.&nbsp; Still purring deeply as she placed kisses down the side of Tao's neck fully enjoying this moment of love and contentment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 11:08:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ilya Evermore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Riften, Bee &amp; Barb<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kreios, Open<br><hr>"Well, it all depends on who does the thieving, doesn't it?"<br><br>Ilya put a hand on Kreios shoulder with a grin and took a deep breath in the ale smelling hall. He had managed to drink himself to sleep underneath the stairs, something that his relatives had allowed with the usual chuckles about Uncle Ilya. After a few hour he woke up, surprisingly sober and at his wits. It was by the same merit that he always ended a night of self-destructive binge drinking with a potion. One couldn't argue the effectiveness of that particular hangover cure, no matter how expensive it was.<br><br>"However, I don't think we should waste our time with the Jarl. I have a decent enough clue about where we are going and Freya has the map secured with her. Call me a bit paranoid, but I don't trust the Jarl of Riften or her guards with anything."<br><br>He cracked his knuckles, grin growing an inch on each side.<br><br>"I for one would like to get going as soon as possible. I got a score to settle after all and I would imagine that we would be even better rewarded after we have solved the Draugr problem, wouldn't you say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Riften:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 04:06:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/the_thief_by_deathknowz-d5e1lhi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> La’ora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below the Ragged Flagon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ass morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryst [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><br>Business. Always, it boiled down to business. It wasn’t that the guild was her obsession, but in so many ways it was her very soul, the core of her being and the drive that kept her going each and every moment she was awake. Her obsession came in the form of these unregistered robberies and thefts, and the ever gnawing need for answers and the information they contained. She found her ease and her selfishness. La’ora had taken the time she needed in order to bask, relax and release her stress and tensions from these long weeks. Now that she had it, well it was hard for her to keep still. Had her legs been in working order the woman would have set a steady pace into the ground by now.<br><br>Her grin was infectious. “You make the most foulest of deeds sound like a stroll through a meadow with that silver tongue of yours, my dear friend. It’s a shame that I am more snake than lady, however, and I’ve found myself aching for blood. I can’t quiet my mind and the questions keep building; I want to know all about the ‘freelance’ thieves and what made them think they can bugger us as they’ve been doing so.” A sigh, more like a pout than anything. “I believe I’d like to hamstring one, then send some pitwolves on them just to see how far we can send the blood spray. Or perhaps I shall remove their knee caps and fill the holes with fire-ants, before tethering them in place? I’m not without resources…”
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