The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]
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				Title: <strong>The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 06:05:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Whiterun</strong></span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/cvI0sj3.jpg?2)</div><br>Whiterun: The central hold of Skyrim. Here Jarl Frothar the Brawler reigns, the eldest son of the late Jarl Balgruuff the Greater. Rumors and talk still float around about the drunken brawls that won the The Jarl his namesake, but under his rule Whiterun has become a prosperous center of trade for Skyrim. He was the first to allow the Kahjiit caravans access, and with the added trade found inside the city, not even the naysayers could complain about the coin. Here the finest arms and armor can be bought and sold. It's also home to the Celebrated Companions, and even in the plains district their celebrations at Jorrvaskr can be heard. Though the Harbinger, Vilkas, and the Jarl have had Ill blood of late. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/Q8k2CBJ.jpg)</div><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">The bannered mare seems to have a new bard, a lively lass by the name of Kaliandra. The husky Dunmer has been drawing all sorts of attention lately, and captivating those that listen to her. Rumor has it that those who enjoy her tales and songs have been awakening with little memory of the night before, and their purses and treasured items lifted from them...</li><li type="disc">It seems the Giants in the area, normally peaceful unless you threaten them or their mammoth herds, have been being incredibly aggressive. Several of Whiterun's shipments have been strewn about the roads due to this, and no ones seems to understand what happened. What's more, the companions who would normally take care of the matter, are not lifting a finger. It's rumored that the ill blood between The Harbinger and The Jarl is why; either Frothar offers no coin, or Vilkas isn't willing to accept it.</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 20:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Gates, Main Thoroughfare, and the Bannered Mare.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br>Lucretia came out of the wind with her now tattered cloak curling back around her knees, the walls of Whiterun's towers now providing shelter from the far cooler whether than her memory seemed to recall from years past. <em>Is it getting colder up here, or am I just too use to the Jungles of Valenwood?</em> She thought even as he made her way to the gate, moving at a travelers pace. Her leather armor was on under the cloak, but her recognizable gear was in the pack on her back. <br><br>Her Akaviri Katana wrapped carefully and strapped to the side of her pack, and her Blades Armor likewise wrapped and placed in the bottom of her pack. She knew she'd have problems here eventually, that she'd be recognized at some point, and then her former brothers and sisters in arms would come looking for her. Right now she had to get through the gate of Whterun, it being in the center of Skyrim had much to do with this being her first stop, rather than resting at one of the border cities or towns closer to Cyrodil.<br><br>As she approached her height, and who knows what else put the guards on edge. <strong>"Halt! State your business."</strong> One of them demanded, causing her to look up from the hood of her cloak. From their expressions they weren't so much hostile to Imperials as just wary, which was better than she'd feared. It meant things with the Empire weren't as bad as some rumors had indicated, if Whiterun, a center of commerce had been hostile, then she didn't have much of a chance of getting in anywhere else.<br><br><strong>"I'm simply looking for a place to rest and spend a few septims."</strong> Lucretia explained in neutral tones, but some of her weariness crept into her voice. She was just glad they weren't demanding names, that would have been problematic, but then Nords didn't often demand names. Unlike Imperials they weren't as interested in keeping a list of the people visiting the city. <br><br>The guard smiled at her mention of septims, and she returned the gesture, knowing she'd used the right wording. <strong>"Then welcome to Whiterun, but make sure to stay out of trouble, Imperial."</strong> She nodded to the demand and the welcome, knowing she'd have likely had to have a charter in Cyrodil to get into one of the major cities. <br><br>The gate opened shortly thereafter, and she ventured on into the streets of Whiterun. The shops decorating the sides of the streets marked this as the trade hub it was, and she noticed the Kajiht were still doing business here, which was also a good sign. She hadn't been able to get any news on her trip from Cyroldil, travelers had been wary, and that had led her to believe that perhaps Skyrim was gearing up for a war. Truthfully she probably should have stopped somewhere along the way just to see what she could learn about Skyrims situation, she'd been too long from this land, and didn't know how the politics were turning.<br><br><em>Has it really been three years? Whiterun doesn't really look any different...</em> It was in the middle of that thought that she seen the smith making a large order of weapons, all looking the same, which was a sure sign someone was building an army. <em>Maybe not as peaceful as it looks...</em> The thought rolled through her mind along with the sights of those travelers avoiding her like she had the plague. <br><br>She pushed on to the Bannered Mare, opening the taverns doors to the smells and sounds of the fire-lit space. Several people gathered on benches, some at tables, and even a couple at the bar itself. <em>Never too early for a drink in Skyrim, I guess.</em> She thought with the same amusement she felt when she'd been on her long assignments here those years ago, and now that she wasn't serving the Empire she might as well enjoy it as well. <br><br>With a shrug she made her way to the bar, and sat down upon a stool. <strong>"I'll have some mead."</strong> She said popping down a couple of coins, before looking the bartender in the eyes to find the woman glaring. <strong>"What would your milk drinker of a mother think about that, lass?"</strong> The woman asked harshly, and Lucretia laughed. <strong>"Actually she was more fond of fruits, Grapes in particular, and she'd likely curse me to Oblivion if she knew. So about that drink?"</strong> Lucretia asked with a smile, and found the woman smirking at her before filling her a tankard of the bitter sweet Nord favorite. <br><br>After taking a few sips of her drink, Lucretia decided the woman might be willing to give over a bit of information if she asked nicely. <strong>"So, why's it look like Whiterun is preparing for war?"</strong> She asked in a soft voice only to find the Bannered Mare quieting as others took in her question, and even the bartenders smirk disappeared as her expression closed off. <em>GODS BLOOD! What's going on?</em> She thought, making sure to keep her nerves from her own expression, and pasting on a pleasant but neutral smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 20:43:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahiir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Arcadia's Cauldron, later Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucretia, Open<br><br><strong>"Some grounded monarch butterfly wing in the mixture, and a pinch more of blisterwort. Hmm, yes, the color's right, the smell is right. Mm, perfect."</strong> Smiling confidently at his creation and looking at the feline face reflecting of the vial's surface, Jo'Shaar walked over to the lady behind the counter as he spoke in a respectful tone. <strong>"This one has finished the task, the potions have been brewed and are ready to be sold."</strong> He kept a polite smile on his face, reminding himself that this was mostly for practice. Nothing was worse than to fall out of practice. <br><br><strong>"Hmm, well I'll admit it, you have a good nose for potions Khajiit."</strong> She saw his race rather than him, but Jo'Shaar didn't take offense. Skyrim was a country of Nords, and far from Elsweyr. Still, the land was beautiful in its own way and though its people might be a bit harsh at times, he found himself enjoying it regardless. <strong>"This one thanks you, its always good to be recognised when one seeks to improve their skill and help both others and themselves."</strong> He smiled a bit while waiting, until the woman finally counted down a number of gold coins. Watching them closely, Jo'Shaar smiled happily and bowed his head after gathering the coins. It wasn't that much, he had only sold a few potions, but considering the shopkeeper let him borrow their own alchemy station to do so Jo'Shaar was not going to argue about that. <br><br><strong>"Here you go, come find me if you ever need potions or ingredients."</strong> Her smile was polite but Jo'Shaar simply nodded his head, smiling back briefly and heading out. Seeing a guard eyeing him made Jo'Shaar feel a bit of annoyance riled up. <em>'I guess they still think I stole that sweetroll. Can't figure out it was one of the kids but blame it on Khajiit, they're all thieves anyway, huh? At least its just a couple of numbskulls.'</em> He felt glad at least some of the guards had sense, although the couple that didn't seem to consider him worthy of walking amongst them did yank him at the tail, metaphorically.<br><br>Making his way to the Bannered Mare and checking the coins he had received from the merchant Jo'Shaar was about to step to the bar when he heard a comment from the Imperial at the bar, making the crowd tense up. Not exactly a good idea to ask that, Jo'Shaar thought briefly, before deciding to try and calm things down a bit as he spoke up. <strong>"This one thinks all Nords are born looking ready to fight, and lots have weapons made, companions and heroes that come and go. This one thinks its because the fine smiths here have made things that last."</strong> He knew it was an excuse more than an answer, but hopefully it would soothen the air a bit. <br><br>Jo'Shaar made his way towards the bar, before looking at the woman behind the counter, pulling out some coins before he even spoke, not wanting to be asked how he was intending to pay. Maybe she wouldn't have, maybe she would have, but the Khajiit had come to think a person relaxed when they saw a Khajiit had the coin to pay before he made the order. <strong>"This one would have some mead."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 21:49:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Jo'Shaar<br>Lucretia felt heat creeping up her cheeks at the hostile attention directed at her, and she did what she could to appear calm and relaxed to keep the aggression in the room from escalating. That was when she noticed a Khajiit had walked in, and before she could try to diffuse the situation, he spoke up. His words were a mix of insulting and complimentary facts, but to the Nords they were likely just a compliment, though how they'd take the words from a Khajiit she didn't know.<br><br>As he approached the bar, Lucretia gave him a thankful smile, before taking another sip from her mead. She knew the tension wasn't gone, but simply had been diverted for a little while. She wondered if staying here would be a bad idea, but she was hoping getting a knife in the heart while sleeping was an Imperial and Elf thing, and that the Nords wouldn't stoop to it. That hope was based on all sorts of stereotyping, but for once she hoped the Nords would stay true to what others seen in them.<br><br>After the Khajiit's mead was being served, she turned her attention to him. <strong>"Thank you. I've been traveling for the last few years, and skipped most stops to come here to Whiterun. Any idea what that was all about?"</strong> Her voice was little more than a whisper, enough so that anyone who was paying attention would hear it, including the bartender, but not so much that the entire room would hear her. She hoped that would help to keep the Khajiit from being pulled into the pit she'd walked into, and also might help to give her some leeway if things went bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 22:34:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>Casting a look at the Imperial once he had his drink, Jo'Shaar took a small sip of the mead while thinking. She seemed to be a newcomer, by her own words and her question, and did not mean anything bad with her curiosity. Lowering his voice, the Khajiit decided to answer her in a calm voice while casting a brief glance at their bartender. <strong>"This one thinks its fine to say, but not everyone likes being reminded. Skyrim has two heirs, born to same woman, but different sire. One for Dragonborn, one for High King. This one thinks, people drink to be merry, not think of trouble. Trouble like which Heir to follow."</strong><br><br>Returning his attention to his mug, the Khajiit sipped on the mead again while closing his eyes, an ear twitching slightly as he inhaled the scent of the mead in his mug. Smile on his face, the feline tilted the mug slightly to take a longer sip, just as a hand slapped on his shoulder. <strong>"Beat it, cat, you got your drink now make room for the others."</strong> Smirking and looking at the Khajiit was a copper-haired man with a furry vest over the hairy, strong chest as well as a smell of too much mead for one night already. The sight didn't exactly impress Jo'Shaar though.<br><br><strong>"This one thinks the bar is wide enough for all, and more fun is had with a cup in hand than hand in fist."</strong> He sipped on his mead again while raising another hand to push the Nord's fingers off his shoulder, earning a glare from the nord, though refusing to even give the Nord a look back yet. Jo'Shaar didn't exactly like bullies, though he preferred to be polite and accept some comments this drunken oaf wasn't someone he felt like respecting right now. Maybe the man was fine when sober, but drunk, that kind of behaviour stunk worse than his breath.<br><br><strong>"Oh? There's room but you're taking up the best seat, cat, now move it or-"</strong> Stepping down on the Khajiit's tale in his drunken staggering the man caused Jo'Shaar to jump up and hiss, glaring back at the man and pointing down, the sudden move causing the man to take a step back in surprise at least. <strong>"Stomping on tails, what a cheap trick. This one would like to remind the man that kitties have claws."</strong> His tone was serious, though he turned to take up his mug again, frowning. <br><br><strong>"Don't really care, cat, a place next to a woman belongs to a man, not a house-pet!"</strong> Jo'Shaar grit his teeth together, casting a look at Lucretia and speaking in a polite tone. His smile a warm one, but at the same time a bit resigned. <strong>"This one wishes for a good day, unless Jo'Shaar wants to start a barfight though, this Khajiit has to move now."</strong> He held his mug and turned to go, just as the nord laughed and shoved the Khajiit in the back. <strong>"Yeah you better run!"</strong><br><br>That was the last straw though, and Jo'Shaar turned around growling and gulping down the rest of his mead before dropping his mug, closing both of his hands into fists. No clawing the eyes out in a bar-brawl, no matter how much of a buffoon someone might be. Claws were for when you had to kill someone, and Jo'Shaar knew better than to piss off every Nord in the room by killing one. Of course, there was only so far he would go in the name of keeping peace. Like a Nord, he also had his pride. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 05:48:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Jo'Shaar<br>Lucretia listened intently to the Khajiit's words, taking them in and comparing them to what she knew of the happening in Skyrim. <em>I suppose I should have guessed, but the Dragonborn having an affair with Valania?</em> The thought was troubling, and she wasn't even certain why. Something from her lessons at home maybe, something she wasn't connecting. <strong>"Tha-"</strong> Her gratitude to the Khajiit was interrupted by one of the drunks in the tavern as he began to harass the Khajiit, over of all the things the stool next to an Imperial?<br><br>No this Nord was just looking for a reason to bash the Khajiit, though Lucretia wasn't certain of why. She watched the Khajiit keep his cool through a great deal, and smiled at the discipline of the Cat. <em>He'd of made a good Blade...</em> The thought came to her before she realized where her mind was taking her, and she regretted going in tht direction almost as soon as she'd gone there. <br><br>Lucretia scanned the tavern and noticed what she assumed was some of the Nords buddies on the edge of their seats waiting to see what would happen. <em>I think if it comes down to it, I'm backing the Khajiit.</em> She thought once more, and began to slip her pack from her shoulders and set it on the ground, when the Cat stood to head on, before speaking what she thought were the last words. She was thoroughly impressed, she wasn't even certain she'd have walked.<br><br>However, the Nord had to throw those last words out there, and as the Khajiit spun around gracefully, Lucretia set her pack next to her stool, no use being weighed down if she was going to get into it here. She seen the other buddies of the Nord get up, and begin to make their way over, obviously wanting to get a little closer to the action. If this followed in the usual fashion of Skyrim's brawls, then the others would stay out of it, but something was off about these Nords seeming to pick this Khajiit to attack. <br><br>She wasn't kidding herself, she was attractive by Imperial standards, but she doubted this was over a Nord wanting to try their luck at getting her into one of the beds upstairs. No, they were looking to beat this Khajiit for some reason she wasn't aware of, and she didn't like the taste of it. <strong>"Why don't we all calm down, there really isn't a reason to spill good mead."</strong> She tried to speak to the drinkers of the lot, but one of the men who'd come up on them, snapped his head at her in a snarl. <br><br><strong>"Shut up, Imperial whore."</strong> His words caused her to flush despite herself, and she wasn't as used to the Khajiit in taking outright insults, sure a little hostility, maybe a few jokes, but few had ever called her a whore. Still sitting in the stool she kicked her foot out into the guys knee, and heard the satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage cracking. The man;s head lowered with the pain, and she rose up to her feet while at the same time bringing her elbow to the mans jaw. They may have been tough by the standards of tavern brawls, but these weren't well trained warriors.<br><br>Now bounding on her feet as to not get grappled by one of the bigger men, she glanced at the Khajiit. <strong>"I've got your back here, but by Talos what did you do to piss them off?"</strong> She said as the next lunged at her, and grapping his wrist she twisted around the man, before kicking the back of his knee, and ramming her palm to the back of his neck. <br><br>While she put that one down, her spin brought her back first to the other, and one of them grabbed her from behind. She knew she couldn't win in a grapple, so she tried to swing her self up with the momentum, but the drunken fool was prepared for it and fell on his ass bringing her with him. <em>Not good!</em> She thought as she began to roll away from the man she'd made fall on his ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 18:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>The sight of additional Nords making their way closer bruoght a small frown on Jo'Shaar's face, this was not going to be a fun situation to deal with he thought silently. Then the Imperial woman spoke up to try and calm the situation down. Amusing, he thought to himself, that their situations from the beginning were so reversed now with her trying to calm down the situation he caused, when it began the other way around. Though the disrespectful shout to try and shut her up certainly made him growl again. These folks were not the sort of folks he would have to be guilty about pummeling, he thought to himself briefly.<br><br>The Nord before him threw a punch almost hitting Jo'Shaar in the jaw but the Khajiit had been expecting it and slipped his head to the side, throwing a punch in return, a straight out strike hitting the Nord in the cheek, though the man looked little more than annoyed by this. Probably too drunk to feel the pain yet, Jo'Shaar reasoned briefly. Just then the melee had broken out with Lucretia and the other men, and her shout brought him out of his thoughts. <br><br><strong>"This one witness the first talker trying to pull woman by the arm with him. Jo'Shaar called for guards, the Nord ran. This Khajiit thinks these men want to beat his stuffings out for interfering."</strong> He tried to lean away from a new swing, but the punch hit him in the shoulder. Better that rather than a hit to his head but he wasn't pleased to see the Nord could put up a fight even that far into the bottles. <strong>"You mangy rug, you got no idea of nord courtship!"</strong><br><br>The Nord's shout brought a few glances from nearby folks, but Jo'Shaar took a step closer swiftly and struck up a fast, harsh swing, an uppercut that had the whole Khajiit's body leading to it, beginning from the step and pushing with the legs, the tail, the body swinging and the arm hitting like a hammer, catching the nord in the jaw. Slamming the man back a bit of way the Khajiit growled and then turned to look at Lucretia and her side of trouble. She was facing more foes alone, he had to admit that was pretty impressive. <br><br>Turning to glance at the downed nord, the Khajiit hissed a brief reply loud enough for everyone to hear. <strong>"Jo'Shaar never hear woman saying 'no' a lot being part of any <em>courtship.</em>"</strong> His voice carried a tone of disgust at the man now, undisguised contempt for how the man had been behaving, but turning to look at a thug standing to face Lucretia to no doubt attack her while she was being held, the Khajiit reached both hands forth to grab the man by his suit's collar, and sidestepped pushing his foot to the side, yanking the man to trip back over his foot and land with a loud slam.<br><br>By then Lucretia looked to have escaped the hold of the guy that had been trying to hold onto her. Smile on his face Jo'Shaar leaned ahead offering his hand to pull her up while casting a glance at the man that had tried to hold onto her earlier, ready to claw at him. <strong>"Jo'Shaar thinks that is enough though?"</strong> As he was leaned ahead though one of the earlier floored Nords swung a large bottle down breaking it on the Khajiit's head, causing the lad to collapse to the floor, ears twitching. Jo'Shaar felt like he would after a rowdy night, but without the fun of getting there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 19:19:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Jo'Shaar<br>Lucretia had just rolled away from the man who'd fallen while trying to hold her, when another tried to kick her before she'd gotten back to her feet. She brought her forearm up to block the blow, and felt it numb her arm all the way to the elbow. Biting her lip to keep from screaming in pain she swept her body around, one foot extended to catch the Nord's other foot before he'd fully gotten his balance. He came falling down upon his back, and she reached over quickly to slam her hand against the side of his head. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and she looked around before deciding to get back up again.<br><br>She found the Khajiit there offering her a hand up, and taking it she rose to her feet. Just then a bottle of who knows what came crashing down on his furry head, and he went down hard. She'd barely been listening to the story he'd been telling, but she agreed that this was enough, however to actually end the melee quickly she'd have to resort to magic, and now that the Khajiit was on his rump, the remaining Nords thought they had a pretty good chance at taking her down.<br><br>Now that Lucretia didn't have as much room to move, they might be right, especially if she didn't want to leave the cat to take a few feet to the ribs. <strong>"By the Nine, I hope helping me up was worth it."</strong> It might come off as her chastising him, but her meaning was more along the lines of whether she could keep the other off of him for that time. Despite her mind working through the scenarios where they walked away with all the aggressor Nords on the floor, she was having a great deal of fun.<br><br><em>It's been a year since I had this much fun, well better make the most of it. We'll be in the dungeons tonight. At least I don't have to pay for a room...</em> She thought darkly, before the one who'd hit the Khajiit with the bottle came rushing her. She took a hit to the shoulder as his first swing came fast, and she wasn't able to dodge as fast or as far as she'd like. It hurt, but then his other hand had her by her other hand as was drawing he to him.<br><br>His big arms warapped around her and he was squeezing the breath from her, while the one that had gone down with her a few seconds before got to his feet and was making his way to the Cat. Lucretia brought her head back and snapped it into the bear hugging Nords nose, feeling the throbbing sting to her forehead even as the Nords nose broke and blood coated his face, and spread to hers as well. It was a little more than she'd planned but the big man lossened his grip, and she brought the toe of her boot to his groin, before swinging down with her elbow to clip him in the jaw. <br><br>Another down, but the other Nord now had enough time with the Khajiit to do some damage, she just hoped he'd recovered enough to defend himself while she'd been dealing with the one who'd knocked him on his ass. That was when she heard the door open, and booted feet stomp on into the tavern. <strong>"Stay your fists, you're all under arrest until we get this mess sorted out!"</strong> The booming voice brought most of the room quiet, and she just glanced back at the Cat before walking towards her pack. She wouldn't dare leave it and it's contents to be sorted by the guards without her being present. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 19:46:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Bannered Mare<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>The Khajiit's head was throbbing but his eyes opened and he swiftly moved to stand up again while twisting around to see a boot headed towards where his head had been a moment ago, missing him entirely as he hissed. Jo'Shaar had already had enough, and suddenly let out a roar of primal anger, and slammed his right fist ahead to hit the thug in the guts, causing the man to blow out the air in his lungs in one rush, the Khajiit's movement not stopping though. Growling menacingly he grasped the man's lowered head with both hands and raised a knee up with a vengeance, the harsh impact shattering a man's nose no doubt, as the Khajiit then shoved the man back.<br><br>Another man was coming closer, grasping a chair in clear intent to throw it. That wasn't going to happen. <strong>"This one thinks not!"</strong> He shouted angrily, his hand rising as he spoke a whispered spellword, the gesture causing a bolt of pure flame to hit the wooden chair and shatter it, causing the Nord to drop it and stare at the Khajiit in shock. <strong>"This one makes mistakes but wanting to help comrade is not among them. This Khajiit just overestimated these few Nords honor."</strong><br><br>His words seemed to taunt the man to throw a punch to the Khajiit's face and scratch his hand badly on the khajiit's teeth, but in turn Jo'Shaar ended up wincing and spitting a tooth aside. That would be a painful one to heal with magic later. At least it could be healed. Growling and raising his fists to strike back at the fellow, just as the noise began and the guards seemed to arrive. The Khajiit immediately took a step back, nodding his head to the guards while looking at the nords.<br><br><strong>"The Cat started it!"</strong> The first among the Nords shouted, while Jo'Shaar crossed his arms. <strong>"Really? The Khajiit that was outnumbered decided to start the fight huh? This one wonders what the crowd thinks about that."</strong> He was gambling a little, hoping the crowd would be in support of those who were attacked, especially after his words about the motivation these thugs had to attack him, and later Lucretia. Of course, he wasn't sure how it would turn out. At least it was better than what the guards would think of just Khajiit's words. <br><br>He hoped there was a few honorable people present to tell what actually happened. In his mind, only a few of the Nords were close-minded idiots. Most of them seemed good people to him. Jo'Shaar hoped that his estimate of people would be proven right this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 20:13:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br><br>Nalie's sigh reached the ear of her driver who'd spent the better part of the trip looking around warily. <strong>"Tis everything all right Mi'Lady?"</strong> He cast a paranoid glance over his shoulder and she gave a nod. <strong>"Yes, everything if fine. Though I must ask, what cause have you to seem at unease? Are we not nearly there?"</strong> she asked, and the man gave a nervous cough. <strong>"You mean to tell me that no one has warned you of what's out here Mi'Lady?"</strong><br><br>She gave a soft nod as he slowed for but a moment and pointed out in the general area of White Run. Narrowing her gaze, Nalie could see the makings of a Giant camp, a herd not far off. <strong>"Giants? Why would you be worried about them. Unless you bother their camp or herd we'll be fine."</strong> Humans. So easily frightened by anything different than them. The smoke from the camp was billowing, the bonfire roaring. But not giants in sight. <br><br><strong>"You speak truth Mi'Lady, but as of late, they have been striking out. Any one who even catches their sights are quickly dismembered and any goods they are carrying are strewn about as a warning..."</strong> This caught Nalie's attention more.She had never known a giant to act in any aggressive way unless someone were to encroach on their territory. <br><br><strong>"We do not have anything to worry about. No doubt guards making up tales to excuse..."</strong> her words were cut short however as they passed a large boulder. Before they knew what hit them, the cart was flipped and Nalie tried her best to roll. The horse was broken free from the cart, but its reigns trapped for a moment. The giants rank breath and body odor rolled over them, the creature obviously having been down wind of the two. <em>Since when can they think in such a way?"</em> she thought, never had she heard of a Giant setting an ambush. Yet here one was. <br><br>Her driver squealed as the Giant ripped him in half and tossed the two halves off to the side. Rolling out of the way Nalie managed to scramble to her feet and began to cast, a large ball of fire flying towards the Giant's eyes. There wasn't any way for her to defeat him. But if she could get to the horse. Running around the stomping feet as he grabbed and clawed at the magical fire in his eyes. Nalie pulled and tugged at the reigns of the horse, trying to pull it free. <br><br>The growl startled her as the horse struggled to free itself. Looking back, the Giant was staring down at her burns blistering some around his eyes from Nalie's spell. Pulling herself up quickly Nalie pointed her staff down and muttered yet another spell, a wolf appearing at the feet of the horse. His teeth snapped at the feet of the giant, distracting it while she freed the reign from the horse and she rode off, blood trickling from her forehead where she hit the ground. <br><br>The giant growling behind her, giving chase as it squashed her conjured animal. Pushing the horse faster, she chanced a glance back and could see him stomping towards her. Gripping her staff she felt the energies stirring and the power of her staff was released, a wall of lightning surrounding the giant. Not looking back she trusted herself to a few minutes before it came for her again. <br><br>This was indeed troubling. Even as she was sure her spell was cancelled, the giant never came after her. But by now she was upon Whiterun. The horse was frothing at the mouth, and guards looked upon Nalie with curiosity and wariness. <strong>"State your business Elf!"</strong> one growled though the flick of Nalie's black gaze towards him had him cowering behind another. Slipping off of the horse she pet the beast. <strong>"Sorry to have pushed you. You deserve much rest."</strong><br><br>Looking back to the men, a frown upon her lips she raised up to her full height. <strong>"I've come to speak with Jarl Frothar upon invitation. Please give this beast some well needed rest, food and water in the stables. I am able to walk from here."</strong> she said taking out a strip of cloth to pat the blood from her head. Her dark gaze as the men gave her room to leave she only then felt the pain of a light wound on her leg. It wasn't bleeding much, though no doubt it like the one on her head was a wound she took from the fall. She would care for it later. <br><br>Entering the city she couldn't help but think of when she was last here all those years ago. Even the Bannered Mare seemed as lively as always. Perhaps she would stop for a drink later, though she didn't often enjoy such things. For now she had some words for the Jarl. His lack of a warning for one. Making her way to Dragon's Reach just as the guards marched past her, speaking of trouble in the Bannered Mare. Nalie kept her focus and entered, waiting only a moment before approaching the Jarl's seat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:01:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare</span></div><strong>Name:</strong> GM Post<br><strong>Location:</strong> The bannered mare, venturing to Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jo'Sharr, Ru'Ashka, Lucretia<br><br>The scene at the bar and inn had quickly turned for the worst it seemed. The owner, an aging Breton, walked her way downstairs with a frown. Bar stools and chairs laid broken, even a couple tables had been knocked over. The guards, for their part, were staring at the lot of them as accusations and defenses were raised. <strong>"Ye heard us, Kahjiit! And you too, brother! Everyone is under arrest until this is sorted out, ye can make yer pleas later."</strong> The barking resounded, but as the mixed blooded lass came up to begin speaking, the guards eyes seemed to narrow. He blinked at her questions, but before it went any further, the doors flew open again; this time giving way to a much more powerful looking man. <br><br>The man was dressed in finer looking armor then most of the other guards, and to those that knew him; he was captain Lethander. He waved his hands for the guards to split, and looked to the lass in deadric armor with a raise of his eyebrow. <strong>"By order of the Jarl, this lot is to come with us. Press further, and ye'll be held for questioning as well. This isn't a mere bar fight."</strong> He muttered as his eyes flashed to Lucreatia in particular, but he man also seemed to stare back at Ru'Ashka warily. <strong>"Ye there; Lucretia, if my information is correct. Ye and the Kahjiit will be personally escorted. The Jarl wished to speak with ye on matters; matters I'm we believe ye have a great bit of knowledge on."</strong> <br><br>The Captain wasn't letting this go easily, and he stared back to Ru'Ashka with a tilt of his head. <strong>"Yer a witness in this. Make yer way to Dragon's Reach by mid afternoon. The Jarl will want to speak with ye."</strong> He explained before rising his hand, and a few more of the elite guards came into the bar. They quickly secured the imperial and the Kahjiit, though for now it seemed that the Captain was letting them keep hold of their possessions. Something was certainly amiss about the whole situation, but it was obvious Lethander had no intention of being talked out of this.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Bannered Mare, On the way to Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Jo'Shaar, Ru'Ashka<br><br>As Lucretia shrugged her pack on, she glanced at the woman who had spoken to her while the fight had been going on. <strong>"A typical afternoon, not in a Gods long time."</strong> She answered, remembering her last year spent between two different dungeons, and slowly smiled at the woman, before turning her attention back to the guards. The pale woman seemed to decide that talking things over with the guards was the best approach, although Lucretia was pretty certain there wasn't a point.<br><br>It was then a man she recognized walked into the Tavern, the captain of the guard by his dress, though he was just one of the Jarl's favored when she last new him. <em>At least some things haven't changed too much.</em> She thought as he began addressing them, and although she agreed this wasn't a normal bar fight, but he was handling it a little odd too. She wondered if this had to do with the war, but Whiterun was probably trying to stay out of it as they did in the Stormcloak Rebellion. <br><br>Though when he spoke directly to her, she raised a single brow tilting her head slightly, which caused a hard throb to begin in her forehead now that the adrenaline was wearing off. She had hoped to keep who she was a secret a little while longer, but if the Jarl's court knew she was back, then it wouldn't be long before the Blades stationed here would. She turned to the Khajiit who helped her during the fight. <strong>"Well as you heard, my name's Lucretia, and you stated earlier your's was Jo'Shaar? I did pronounce that correctly?"</strong> She asked, using the manner of her birth place even while being gathered in an escort to the jarl.<br><br>She glanced back over her shoulder when the captain had finished to the oddly pale woman, and wondered what she was. She looked a little like and Altmer, but she didn't have the ears, and her sharp features had an unusual cast about them. <strong>"Thank you; for trying. May Talos watch over you."</strong> She told the woman, before she was out the door, the only thing missing from this escort was spears to their back to keep them in motion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:39:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Bannered Mare to Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia, Ru'Ashka<br><br>Seeing the newcomer, a woman in quite impressive armor, trying to help them out Jo'Shaar couldn't help but smirk. This day was amusing. Lots of folks standing up for one another. It was starting to look like strangers were eager to help out those in trouble for a change, and that was certainly something he wasn't about to complain about. Still, Jo'Shaar wasn't entirely sure what to think of the situation right then and nod his head gratefully at Ru'Ashka after her words.<br><br><strong>"This one appreciates the kind words, indeed it seems that punches were both caught and given freely."</strong> He smiled casually at this but then tensed up a bit at seeing the guards make way for their commander. His body was tensed up, and he practically forced himself to not grasp a hold of the akaviri katana at his side. This kind of a greeting was unusual, especially for just another bar-brawl, and that worried him. They named the woman by his side but called him by his race, something which earned a somewhat resigned sigh from the Khajiit before he lifted his tail and began to 'dust off' its tip a bit before letting go and letting it casually sway behind him.<br><br><strong>"This one will go, if so told."</strong> He remarked briefly, to make it clear he'd follow the orders at the time at least. While Jo'Shaar wasn't sure what the guards wanted from them, he would be willing to go along for now. Better to try and salvage the situation that way rather than get into more trouble. Though he was a bit worried, just trying to not let it show. <br><br>As Lucretia stated her name and addressed him directly, Jo'Shaar nod his head bowing slightly and spoke up in a calm tone of voice, though brushing his jaw with one hand where he was missing a single tooth after that fight. <strong>"Yes, this one is Jo'Shaar. Jo'Shaar is a mage, and an alchemist."</strong> He tried to keep his self-introduction somewhat short, but then paused to look at the guards. <strong>"This one would like to make request. Permission to use magic, restoration, to tend to self and if told, others in fight?"</strong> He asked this seriously, ready to heal himself and to spend some magicka to heal even his foes a bit into better shape before leaving, though mostly he intended to heal himself to help the new tooth to start growing in place of the now missing one, and to tend to whatever scrapes that Lucretia might have taken from the rough and tumble there.<br><br>With that said and done though, even if he hadn't got a chance to heal even himself, he'd follow after the guards. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 22:52:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare</span></div><strong>Name:</strong> GM Post<br><strong>Location:</strong> The bannered mare, venturing to Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jo'Sharr, Ru'Ashka, Lucretia<br>Lethander narrowed his eyes on Jo'Shaar, but the expression softened after a second. <strong>"Ye'll have plenty of time for that once yer in yer cell, where ye'll wait till the Jarl has time for ye."</strong> The words were terse, but the tone brokered no more stalling. He watched as the guards gathered them and began the escort to the dungeons, so that they could wait properly, and safely for the Jarl to deal with as he seen fit.<br><br>As they were maneuvered out the door, Ru'Ashka approached him with her acceptance, although that was never in question, and then went on to ask to have a word with him. He looked hard at the weapons and armor she had, and then made eye contact with her. <strong>"I'm a busy man, make it quick."</strong> He demanded, and turned to walk out of the Bannered Mare so he could keep an eye on the prisoners. He waited for Ru'Ashka not far from the door as he seen the procession move on to the Cloud District...<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach</span></div><strong>Name:</strong> GM Post<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach: Jarl's Hall.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nalie<br>Jarl Frothar watched as the elf made her way into the hall, and up to his seat. Some in attendance tenses, but the Jarl waved them to settle down, and kept his attention on her. <strong>"It's good of you to finally arrive, Nalie. I was beginning to think winter would come and go before you deigned to meet with me."</strong> The Jarl's tone was biting, a sign of his impatience at being kept waiting longer than he thought was necessary. <br><br>He however gestured to the tables with his hand. <strong>"Have a seat, we'll have guest's later, but for now let us speak on the matters at hand."</strong> The tone was less bitter, having gotten the venom out of his system, and now wanting to get onto the reason for her being here in the first place. The Jarl smiled at her, it wasn't altogether a friendly smile. <strong>"I trust you had some first hand experience with our troubles, the giants?"</strong> He's obviously heard about her wagon having been attacked, while the lose of her driver was unfortunate, now at he wouldn't have to convince her that there was a problem.<br><br>(I'm just making sure things can keep moving until Howling get's back from work.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 23:55:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>Jo'Shaar didn't really talk much while they were being escorted by the guards. The Khajiit remained mostly quiet, waiting as they made their way to the Dragon's Reach, and then down into the Dungeon. He wasn't exactly keen on landing in a dungeon, actually finding it a bit annoying. While he had learned a little bit about picking locks he only did that in ruins where anything of value was left by those long gone, or stashed there by bandits. As such he wasn't keen on being thrown into a dungeon in one of the holds, but here he was and there was little he could do about it right away.<br><br>Thankfully the Nords that had been involved in the fight got lead to another cell, while the guards guided him and Lucretia to another cell. Based on the conversation before they would just have to wait a while before they could be brought up to see the Jarl and at that point they'd learn more about what was going on. Silently Jo'Shaar hoped it wasn't going to be bad news. This day had started a lot better, with the alchemist looking quite happy to let Jo'Shaar do the dirty work of mixing up the potions for her store, seeming to know she could sell them for a fair bit higher price than he could.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar did not expect to see the dungeon of this hold today. Jo'Shaar usually make sure to not do things to lead to jail."</strong> Shrugging slightly, the khajiit then focused his mind, his both hands rising before him and a moment later a golden ball of light appeared, the light enveloping Jo'Shaar and seeming to course through his body. The Khajiit knew a fair bit about magic, and restoration was one of the arts he had practiced a lot on. It came in handy far too often. Feeling his bruises start to heal, and the knocked-out tooth begin to be replaced by a new one forming in his jaw, the Khajiit let the light fade, feeling more comfortable again.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar would wish to offer his aid."</strong> He said and looked at Lucretia, before stepping closer and reaching a hand out towards her shoulder, slow and careful. Once his hand came to rest upon her shoulder the Khajiit closed his eyes and his left hand turned to hold the palm up in the air, a ball of golden light forming once again and the light flowing along his right arm seeming to rush through to where his hand rested. Seeking to use his magicka to heal her too of any bruises the fight might have left, considering how she had come to his aid and the fact he was feeling somewhat guilty for getting baited into attacking eventually. <br><br><strong>"This one should have kept a more level head but even a patient man does not appreciate being shoved and pushed all the time. Jo'Shaar hoped to stop a fight before it started, but Jo'Shaar only a man. This one apologises his pride put both in the jail."</strong> He offered apologetically, looking at her seriously, the ears flat against his head looking a little sheepish about it, though smiling. <strong>"This one did see that the lady knows how to crack some bones, at least."</strong> His ears rose a bit again, prepping up as the Khajiit grinned slightly at this. <strong>"Jo'Shaar even think the Nords learn to not judge when drunk. Maybe. Most Nords fair, just a few nords..."</strong> He struggled for a word to describe them for a moment, finally sighing and shrugging. <strong>"...too proud?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 00:21:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Dungeons mostly.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Jo'Shaar<br>Lucretia was not excited about being in another dungeon, but she was resigned to it. At least this time she wouldn't have to hand over al her gear, hell the guards didn't even check it as they led them up through the Cloud District, and then around Dragon's Reach to the entrance to the cells. She sighed as the door clicked behind them, and judging by what Lethander aid this was for their own safety as well as to keep an eye on them, but she wasn't certain of that. They could have achieved the seam effect by giving them rooms in the Jarls hall, or for that matter allowing her access to her Grandfathers old estate here in Whiterun.<br><br>She turned her attention to the Khajiit as he mentioned not having wanted to get put in the dungeon, and she felt a little pang of guilt for him as she was fairly certain it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been there drawing attention like the odd man out. It was then he proved his words about being a mage, by healing his wounds from the brawl, and while Lucretia had already healed thanks to the blessing of The Lady, she admired his casting of the spell.<br><br>Her style of magery was very different from Jo'Shaar, and she was always happy to observe someone else's method of handling Magika. Though when he offered to her she was about to decline, but decided to go ahead and let him. Not only would she get a closer look at his casting, but it might make him feel better to do something. So, she nodded at him, and gave a slight smile. Feeling the rush of magika flow through her, and the potent healing energize her, Lucretia's smile broadened into a grin. <br><br><strong>'Thanks, Jo'shaar, but I myself have a little magic as well, including Restoration, but it's always nice to see how a fellow practitioner handles The Art."</strong> She told him as she found a wall that wasn't covered in filth and leaned against it, only then realizing that she lost her cloak in the fight, and if not for the enchanted leathers she wore the mark of the Legion would be visible on her shoulder. <em>Not like it matters anymore.</em> She thought, knowing their little parade up here likely alerted every Blade spy in the city of her presence here.<br><br>Maybe being in the Jarl's dungeon wasn't so bad after all, at least if she was attacked here, she had someone she knew could back her up. Though, as he apologized she felt another pang of guilt, and was shaking her head before he even finished. <strong>"no, Jo'Shaar, this wasn't your fault. If you hadn't tried to diffuse the situation in the Tavern, they probably would have left you alone, and I would likely be here with no one to talk to. I'm the one who should apologize."</strong> She said thoughtfully, but made no move to apologize, she was more thankful of the Cat, and so she decided that would be how she'd go about it.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, not only for intervening, but for the information about the heirs. I've been gone from Skyrim for years now, and so I don't know a lot of what's happening here."</strong> She told him, still leaning against the wall as she smiled to the expressive Khajiit. It was then she noticed the blade he carried at his hip, and her eyes lit up. <strong>'So, um, how did you get an Akaviri Katana?"</strong> She asked, trying to make it a light question, but the weight of her own blade in her pack grew heavier when she asked it, and she knew she'd put more interest in the question than she should have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 00:51:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>Lucretia's words had Jo'Shaar smile a little more. She didn't seem to blame him, in fact it seemed that she took up the blame for herself, at least in part. He didn't really see a point in arguing about it, either way they ended up in jail and neither had intended it. Things just happened occasionally, though if the Jarl had wanted to speak with them before the brawl even began, then it might just be a good excuse to have them held for now. That thought might have some truth behind it, he mused quietly, but listening to her spoke back in a calm tone as well.<br><br><strong>"This one thinks two heirs puts Skyrim in dangerous place. Some Nords would support the son of High King, and some Nords would support the Son of Dragonborn. Born to same mother, this one thinks it makes it scandalous to the people. Jo'Shaar has no side on this, Jo'Shaar simply listen. Day may come when Jo'Shaar must decide, but for now, Jo'Shaar walks his own path."</strong> He smiled calmly, shrugging a little at this as he thought about the matter. He meant what he said though, the situation felt delicate, it could bring out the fresh memories of civil war back to minds far too easily. <br><br>The question about his blade seemed to make him pause and look at Lucretia curiously though, before the Khajiit chuckled and crossed his arms before his chest, leaning his back to another wall looking at her amused expression on his face. Thinking about his answer for a second, Jo'Shaar spoke in a casual, friendly tone seeming to find the topic pleasant. <strong>"Jo'Shaar is not always head in the books. Jo'Shaar has made many journeys to explore old ruins. This one enjoys some journeys. Akaviri are something Jo'Shaar was curious about even as a young cub. Though Jo'Shaar walks far from the warm sands of Elsweyr, Jo'Shaar find warmth in learning and discovering."</strong> Smiling in a relaxed fashion, the Khajiit scratched on his cheek with a single claw lightly, parting the fur on it without harming his skin. Speaking up again in the same conversational style.<br><br><strong>"During one of these journeys Jo'Shaar came across some Akaviri relics. This one knew most of them would be studied at the College of Winterhold, but this one kept the blade. Jo'Shaar prides himself on alchemy and enchanting, but Jo'Shaar has not tried to enchant this blade. This blade is old, and Jo'Shaar respects it. Jo'Shaar will not try and enchant it till Jo'Shaar feel he possesses skill needed to honor the blade. Only then will Jo'Shaar work his magic on it. Yet this blade has saved this Khajiit many times. When magic may feel drained, Jo'Shaar can fight with claws, but against a foe in armor, this blade has proven far better in keeping this Khajiit from being made into someone's rug."</strong><br><br>The last part sounded less humorous, but he didn't stop smiling, instead watching Lucretia casually. He was curious about the matter, and amused that she had recognised the blade. Not everyone did, not that he minded that too much. He simply found the history interesting and respected lessons learned from it. He hoped the people in Skyrim would likewise remember the history and seek to avoid ripping this country in two with a new civil war, but sometimes the only way to settle a matter was a show of strength. He wasn't sure what to expect from the future, but Jo'Shaar was enjoying the present, even in a cell he was delighted to share some talk that took his mind off the bad topics with a woman willing to discuss more cheerful matters. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 06:27:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Dungeons <br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning by this point I would have to guess.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Jo'Shaar<br>Lucretia waited for several long seconds, thinking that he didn't want to talk about it, but then he spoke in a tone she thought was friendly. She couldn't always tell with Khajiit and Argonians. She listened with apt attention to Jo'Shaar as he explained how he acquired the blade, and as he mentioned that it was a relic, her eyes returned to the weapon. <em>It doesn't look that old?</em> She thought, noting how it seemed very much like her own blade, although there were some differences in styling, but every Akaviri blade was a piece of art as well as a deadly weapon. <br><br>She fought with the thought of showing her own Katana for a time, but then figured she might as well, it wasn't like she'd be able to hide who she was any longer if the Jarl knew she was headed this way. She pulled her pack down in front of her, and folded her legs under her so she could retrieve the weapon of her former order. Pulling the wrapped blade from the strapps on her pack, she set the pack aside and carefully unrolled the wrappings. <br><br>Biting her lip she looked over to Jo'Shaar, and then revealed the blade in it's sheath. <strong>"I happen to have one as well, although if you pulled that out of a ruin, your's is far older than mine."</strong> She explained, rolling the Akaviri Katana over her finger tips, before she gripped the hilt and unsheathed the blade. Designs on the blade were detailed from the time it was made, and her name was inscribed in Old Cyrodilic. <br><br><strong>"I've had it for eleven years, and was presented with it just after it was crafted."</strong> She didn't know how much Jo'Shaar knew about the crafting process, or the history of the weapons, but currently, at least as far as she knew, the Blade were the only ones who knew how the craft Akaviri Katana's. If he knew that much it wouldn't take much for him to guess as to what she was, or to assume that she was still a Blade. Even still he'd proved to be a friend, seeing as she wasn't on some secret mission for the Blades anymore, she wouldn't let the paranoia creep in, and he seemed to enjoy the subject.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 06:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br><br>The tension brought a smile to Nalie's lips. Humans were ever so protective of each other. Why shouldn't they be, when their lives were so short. Giving a short bow she let out a short laugh at Frothar's words. <strong>"I'd considered Winter actually Mi'Lord."</strong> Her words came out dry, without a hint of amusement in them as she followed his direction and took a seat. <br><br><strong>"I did indeed meet with your...giant problem. I do wish I'd had some forewarning."</strong> Her hand moved up to brush her fingers along the shallow cut on her forehead. <strong>"Then again, I never knew a giant wise enough to lay an ambush. Clever creatures they've become."</strong> Her eyes went over him appraisingly. Had it really been over two decades? <br><br><strong>"Times have changed you Frothar."</strong> She heard a few hushed whispers, <strong>"Last I saw you was in the time of the Dragonborn. A short thing you were, always talking of how your father would not allow you to train with a sword.</strong> A smile graced her lips, <strong>"Tell me, Jarl Frothar the Brawler, would that name imply he never allowed you such training?"</strong> Her dark eyes met with his before her smile faded and her features took on a look of seriousness, despite the few hidden chuckles and horrified looks of a few of his men. <br><br><strong>"In all serious Mi'Lord. How do you believe that I can help you with this situation? I am only one woman, and a scholar. The best I can tell you is that no this is not normal behavior for giants, and no I don't know what could cause this. Then again,the scholar in me wishes to find out."</strong> Watching him she decided to let him have a chance to speak. Her hand reaching for her goblet, taking a small taste before setting it down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 11:40:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Outside the Bannered Mare</span></div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outisde Bannered Mare; On route to The Cloud District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ru'Ashka<br><strong>Tme:</strong> Mid Morning<br><br>Lethander didn't seem like one to dally around with pleasantries, but his serious features seemed to soften a tad when she began to ask about the giants. It was unclear if it was due to her want to help, or perhaps simply the reasons behind why she may have. Around them people were watching, women pulling their children back into their houses as the large escort continued it's determined path. <strong>"There's no need fer forgiveness."</strong> Lethander started, his demeanor seeming to change a tad as his eyes glanced forward. <strong>"Am I to assume yer a mercenary, then? Lass, we've too many 'round here. None seem to be interested in helping."</strong> He spoke as they crossed the threshold of the markets, climbing the stairs up to the bustling cloud district. <br><br>Jorrvaskr and Dragon's Reach still dominated the scenery, but among the new sights was a few more expensive shops. An added inn as well, though it seemed like something a man in fancy furs would prefer. <strong>"If yer one that's interested; then maybe we can talk. We don't know why their doing it. We do know that their nt doing it on their own."</strong> Lethander answered her question finally. His facial expression was back to the serious stone that seemed typical for him. Indeed, it was even part of his reputation. The stone faced Captain that was unwavering in his duties to the Jarl. No, not just the Jarl; if the stories spoke true, all of Skyrim. Thye were mid way through the cloud district by this point, however, and up here it seemed the lass in black armor was garnering even more strange looks. <br><br><strong>"The Jarl believes the Giants are being called to. Beckoned by some energy, I guess. He said he sensed it; darker then obsidian, and callin' with a voice of death."</strong> Lethander didn't speak on it further then that. It seemed the Captain might think he'd already said too much, but maybe he found it worth the trouble? He glanced her way then, looking at her for the first time in a while. <strong>"To the point, though; yer words will be important to the Jarl. He'll need to know what happened from someone who saw it."</strong> With those words they were climbing the stairs to The Dragon's Reach, though.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach</span></div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach's Grand Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning; approaching afternoon.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nalie; Possibly Ru'Ashka<br><br>The Jarl seemed unamused by her witty retort, his eyes narrowing for but a moment. Soon a smile reached his lips at her mention of the past. Shaking his head, the Jarl sat before her. <strong>"Time's are dark, Nalie. My mage sensed something from the Giant camps. An energy he said, full of darkness. After he'd mentioned it, I had a dream about it. And before you ask, ya smart mouthed elf, no I hadn't been drinking."</strong> He began with tap of his hand against the table. <strong>"It was a sign; of that I'm sure. You have more knowledge on these things then anyone else I personally know. I want you to figure it out. And remember, you still have a debt t repay."</strong> The last part was mentioned with a sort of smugness. <br><br>Before the Jarl could continue too much further, however, the doors to the Gran hall were opened by none other then Lethander. The Captain of the Guard seemed to have brought a guest with him, however, and the Captain knelt briefly in respect. <strong>"My Jarl, I've found a witness to Lucretia's crime. She says she seen the whole thing. Would ye like to hear her out?"</strong> The Captain asked the question like it wasn't one, but rather an offer. From the look in his eyes, it seem
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 12:28:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning - Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>Looking at the imperial woman curiously, Jo'Shaar reached to his side and silently pulled the akaviri katana as well as its sheath off his belt. Holding the blade in a gentle fashion he stepped closer presenting it to her then, a calm look on his face. <strong>"Jo'Shaar not know the age of this katana, only that it was in the ruins. This one thinks it might have been left by a fallen warrior, or it might have rested there a long time. This one only knows the blade still works well."</strong> His left hand holding the sheath, his right hand pulled the handle back to reveal the blade itself, the katana looking to be in good shape still.<br><br>Being able to tell whether it was a relic or not was a touch more difficult. The akaviri katana was in a good shape, and based on the looks of it the blade was made by a talented blacksmith. It didn't have any gaudy decorations or any clear insignias to identify it though. It was a weapon forged for war rather than for displays. The Khajiit let go of the handle, holding only the sheath to let her draw the blade and judge for herself then, seeming to regard her with curiosity as he saw her blade in turn. <br><br><strong>"This one heard only certain group make these swords anymore."</strong> Starting seriously, the Khajiit looked at her a moment before smiling. There was a short chuckle leaving the Khajiit's throat before he continued. <strong>"This one does not want to insist on knowing, however. All this Khajiit might want, would be a friend that knows how to fix this blade if it ever breaks. Jo'Shaar is not sure the smiths of Skyrim would make one of these like it is."</strong> Speaking casually, the Khajiit held no accusation or malice in his voice, regarding her calmly. He didn't make any assumptions out loud, but what he was thinking within remained in the dark.<br><br><strong>"This one is amused though, she showed hers before he showed his."</strong> His tone was a bit joking in its manner, as the Khajiit chuckled again then shaking his head slightly. Feeling a bit better even if he was in a dungeon now, the Khajiit had a jovial expression remaining on his furry face. <strong>"Jo'Shaar knows she did not need to help this khajiit. This one appreciates the help, and considers her a friend now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 20:13:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun:<br><strong>Time:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Lucretia listened as Jo'Shaar mused about his own blade, and she smiled a little. <strong>"I'm not a smith by any means, but I'd say it's only a few decades older than my own. Maybe from the time before the White Gold Concordant? If you found it among other Akaviri artifacts, it could either be a relic itself, or perhaps a Blade was was trying to get the relics out and fell before he could."</strong> Her own musing showing she was a scholar as well, if not in practice, than in spirit.<br><br>She looked from him to her own blade, sheathing the blade so the dungeons air didn't cause her to have to clean and oil the blade before she was ready, and then went back to wrapping it while listening to him. <strong>"I don't think the smiths of skyrim know how to forge these blades, to my knowledge, only Blades, can craft these weapons. Well the Akavir, but they aren't exactly social creatures, if the stories ring true."</strong> She said thoughtfully while never taking her eyes off her task of re-wrapping the blade, and then strapping t to her pack once again.<br><br>Looking up as he continued, she smiled at his comments about her showing hers first, though her expression became more serious as he said that he considered her a friend now. <strong>"I'm honored, and feel much same about you. At this moment I'm a little short on friends, and so that means a lot to me."</strong> Lucretia's serious expression slowly broke into another grin as she leaned back against the wall once more, her knees still resting beneath her.<br><br><strong>"Tell me if I'm presumptuous, but by the robes you wear I assume that you're a member of the College of Winterhold. What's that like? I've never been a member of one of the Magical Institutions, and have long been curious."</strong> She asked still grinning and leaning back against the wall, her dark eyes dancing with having this sort of conversation once more. It had been a long time since she'd been among the scholars of the Blades, and picking the brain of someone who had field experience was something she'd missed. Moreover it helped to forget about the dungeon walls, and she'd seen enough dungeons to feel truly trapped while in one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 20:42:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning - Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>Looking at Lucretia amused expression still on his face, Jo'Shaar seemed to think about her question a second before speaking up. <strong>"Jo'Shaar is a former member. This Khajiit came to the college when younger, and was greeted by a test. This one thinks the college wanted students to show a talent to be let in. Jo'Shaar had small talent, but convinced them to let him stay. Over the years, Jo'Shaar do many tasks. Teachers sometimes harsh, but fair. This Khajiit learned much, and did tasks to pay for his lessons, as well as many spelltomes."</strong> His tone of voice amused, he seemed to reminiscent about the time casually but then sighed. There was a somewhat serious look on his face as he continued shortly after.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar enjoyed potions and enchanting. Jo'Shaar learned the art of destruction, and restoration. This Khajiit found those two useful when he searched through ruins."</strong> His tone tensed a little, looking away. There was a short pause before he continued. <strong>"Jo'Shaar came across many locked doors and chests, hiding relics of old time. Jo'Shaar would not get what remained in those."</strong> He looked at her quietly, seriously seeming to try and make a decision about something, before finally continuing half a minute later. <strong>"Jo'Shaar asked help from Thieves Guild."</strong> His tone was dead serious at this point, his expression a bit tense. <strong>"This Khajiit does not want to speak badly of caravans, but he was taught to sneak so as to hunt for prey in Skyrim. This one still needed to learn how to get past locks. So this one paid in potions to be taught how to use small tools to open a lock. This Khajiit bought some such <em>lockpicks</em> and carried them with him, to reach the treasures hidden deeper in some ruins."</strong><br><br>He looked away, somewhat thoughtful. Seeming to consider his words yet again. Sighing, he returned his gaze to her and spoke again. <strong>"The college was thrilled when Jo'Shaar brought his findings. Sometimes just old gears and blade from some old construction. Other times a cup or dish from another old ruin. Couple old texts or rolls of linen from the halls buried under Skyrim. This Khajiit did seek to learn and do good job bringing things in for study, as well as learning in his spare time."</strong> Tilting his head, he let out a sigh. The Khajiit's tail dropped down as he closed his eyes. <strong>"Jo'Shaar suddenly asked about where he get some of the things. This one was told by another student that things Jo'Shaar brought belong to them, and call Jo'Shaar a thief. Jo'Shaar show diary and notes where found what, and teachers agree Jo'Shaar was not stealing, but the student insist. Ruin Jo'Shaar's reputation, with other students. Especially after that student return with this one's lockpicks from this one's trunk. This one called the student a thief in turn because Jo'Shaar always lock his trunk. This Khajiit found teachers tell both students to get out and grow up a little before coming back."</strong><br><br>He looked away, sighing and shaking his head. <strong>"Jo'Shaar wanders, trying to learn and discover. Jo'Shaar enjoy his life at college. Even try court a lass, even if not Jo'Shaar's race. Now Jo'Shaar cant go back, unless Jo'Shaar have either learned more to show, or bring back something of value. Jo'Shaar learned patience since then, not resort to answering fast and angry when accused. Even if Jo'Shaar still think that student angry a Khajiit was outshining an Altmer. Jo'Shaar think that one elf far too proud."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 21:00:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br><br><br>Nalie considered his words, her lips pursed as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. An eyebrow quirked however at his mention of a dream and his words following brought a smile to her lips. <strong>"I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing sire."</strong> she said idly, his mention of a debt to be repaid had her searching her mind. There was a time he'd assisted her. In over her head with a few of the Thalmor assassins that had been sent for her. She should have known back then coming to him would call for repayment later on. <br><br>With a sigh she leaned back and a frown graced her lips. <strong>"Leave it to you to call upon a debt one never knew existed. Even so. As it stands I am only one woman. You can not think such a task..."</strong> her words were cut off as the door open and every eye turned. Was that? Yes, it was Lethander. Captain, if she wasn't mistaken. The years hadn't been too kind to him. <strong>'Perhaps we'll continue this discussion in a while, you seem a busy man Mi'Lord."</strong> she ask respectfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 21:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Dungeons<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jo'Shaar, open<br>Lucretia found his change in demeanor unusual for what she knew of him so far, but as he began the tale considering she didn't expect him to go into so much detail, she made sure she listened closely. Sometime it was good to get things off your chest, lighten the burden as it may be, and she was willing to listen. it was't like they were going anywhere, and Jo'Shaar was the first friend she'd had in a long time. As he went on it brought up memories of her own brotherhood, and she found his words taking her through a trip down memory lane. <br><br>She didn't interrupt, but she knew if he ever asked about her past, she'd tell him as he had about about his. She kept an eye on his expressions as well, noticing how the slight shift in whiskers, his tail, or his ears seemed to be indications of emotions. She'd talked to a Khajiit this long who wasn't trying to sell her something, but she'd rarely found a Khajiit merchant who wasn't a strait dealer, even if their wares were less than regulation. So she was fascinated at the facial expressions of one who wasn't using his "merchant" face.<br><br><br><strong>"Well I'm sure you were the better scholar, most Altmer aren't willing to take the big risks. At least that's been my experience. They're too long lived, and guard that life cautiously. Though when they have a goal in sight, one they've planned for a long time, they can be rather obsessive."</strong> She explained to him her thoughts, her smile having faded a little as she took on a more thoughtful look, her mind both on his past and hers as she sat there.<br><br><strong>"Tell you what, if you'd like, I'd be willing to help you find something to prove your worth. If you want to go back to the college, that is."</strong> Lucretia stated, almost a question but not quite, and then smiled to Jo'Shar once more. <strong>"I could probably learn some new things in the process, and it's not like I've ever been on field research before."</strong> She continued, liking the idea, it might even lead her to a career that could keep her purse full.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 21:27:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning - Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>The Khajiit wasn't really trying to hide his emotions when he was talking, and a person skilled in reading the subtle signs could see the Khajiit believed in what he said. Small bit of anger and sadness about his words of having to leave, but no real bitterness seemed evident. Nonetheless, the Khajiit turned to look at her seriously as she spoke, a faint smile returning to hsi face after a bit as he listened to her talk about the Altmer, nodding his head a bit approvingly. <strong>"They may have long lives, but this one wonders if they are afraid to really live, sometimes. Thalmor are one example of bad elves, but this one thinks not all Altmer like that. This Khajiit would still throw that particular Altmer into a lake if this khajiit and the elf met."</strong> He made his remark casually and with a joking tone, but then nod his head a bit in a relaxed fashion again.<br><br>As she spoke her offer his eyes widened a little, seeming to be caught by surprise that she'd make that kind of an offer. Smiling as she continued, he reached up to rub along his chin, seeming to regard the merits of the proposal left in the air, before finally chuckling a moment. <strong>"This one thinks it could be interesting. While this Khajiit is not certain what ruins would contain something worth bringing back, this one would not mind taking a while walking with a friend."</strong><br><br>Jo'Shaar looked at her curiously for a moment before speaking up again, his tone thoughtful. <strong>"Jo'Shaar is curious what brought this friend here amidst the Nords during this time of ... tension. Succession War? This one hopes it not go there. This Khajiit is more curious on the lady, however."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 21:54:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Dungeons<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jo'Shaar, open<br>Lucretia smiled a little more broadly as he mentioned traveling with a friend, pleased that she at least had one after the year she'd had. She was thinking now of the future when his question and curiosity brought her back to the present and the pat. The smile faltered, and she leaned her head back against the stone of the dungeon, thinking on how to answer. She didn't figure she'd need to hide who she was anymore except for when she tried to blend in occasionally, after the point of hiding who she was had been nullified when she found out the Jarl had been expecting her.<br><br>If he had heard about her headed for Skyrim, than the Blades would have as well, so other than the pain of the tale there was no reason not to tell it. Jo'Shaar had shared painful memories with her, so she might as well do the same, after all she had nothing to gain by hiding the truth now. Her head came up and she moved so as to show her arm, which had both the mark of the Imperial Legion, and under it the mark of the Blades under the mild disguise she'd invoked using her armor. <br><br>She let it fall, showing the marking on her upper arm, and looked at him from the corner of her eye. <strong>"My name's Lucretia Tullius, yes the granddaughter of the former governor of Skyrim. Until a while back I was in service as a blade, and during the war I was captured by the Thalmor. I don't know how much you know about Thalmor interrogation techniques, so I'll leave that your imagination."</strong> She began, turning her back against the wall once he'd had a chance to see the markings, and out of habit using her armor to cover them once more.<br><br><strong>"In the end they got me to talk, I don't remember it all, I had been under their <em>care</em> for eight months by that point, but after words they released me to go back to Cryodil, along with messages to the Emperor and the Grand-master of the Blades. Those messages said I had colluded with the Thalmor, and honestly I don't remember enough to say that I didn't."</strong> She continued, her eyes closing at the memory, or more likely the broken remnants of her time in a Thalmor cell. <br><br>Lucretia opened her eyes, and tried to smile, but it faltered before it even formed. <strong>"I was again imprisoned, this time by the Emperors order. They wanted to verify whether I had committed treason, but regardless I would have lost my position in the Blades. We're suppose to be above such things."</strong> That last came out bitterly, obviously she didn't think her former brothers and sisters would have done any better in the situation. <strong>"I managed to escape, please don't ask me how. Those who aided me could lose their positions and their lives if it were known."</strong> She went on, before pausing for a second.<br><br><strong>"Total I spent about a year imprisoned, between the Thalmor and the Empire, and before that I had been in Valenwood working on destabilizing Thalmor interest there. So when i decided after my escape that Skyrim was the safest place I could go, I really should have stopped a few times to gather the situation here. Not that it would have mattered, it's still the only place that's more or less free of either the Empire or the Dominion, and thus still with a war on the horizon; the safest place for me."</strong> She finished, again trying to smile, and looking at Jo'Shaar found that she could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 22:25:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning - Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia<br><br>Looking at her as she spoke Jo'Shaar's expression showed surprise as his eyes widened at the revelation of her name and the markings. He said nothing though, listening her through as she recounted her tale. His head nod slightly at a few points as he heard her out, wondering about the tale but not asking any questions, instead focusing on listening. It seemed this tale was a lot more serious than he had expected, and the fact the woman was willing to share it spoke volumes to Jo'Shaar. His tale was private, he wouldn't tell it to a stranger but he considered her a friend already. This tale felt even more personal however, and something that had Jo'Shaar's tail's swaying come to a total halt as he focused himself to just hearing out the tale to its end.<br><br>When she spoke of her escape the Khajiit merely nod his head in acceptance at the time she asked him to not ask about the ones that helped her free. He had a frown on his face on hearing how the Emperor and the Blades had treated her on her return, but he couldn't blame them too much. Such a situation could make them wary, after all. Yet it did make him feel sorrow for her, she had obviously been through a lot. He didn't think the Imperials had treated her any better than Thalmor after that incident. Finally, he allowed a heavy sigh to escape as she finished her tale.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar is no expert but he thinks this lady has had to carry many burdens. This Khajiit is no friend of Thalmor, but neither is he familiar with their interrogation methods. Jo'Shaar does think even if they learned nothing they wanted to spite the Emperor and the lady's family by claiming so, even if it was falsehood. This one thinks the lady has been treated poorly by her pack."</strong><br><br>Jo'Shaar wasn't exactly sure how she would react, but he pushed himself from the wall and walked towards her seriously. Not a word more said, not a sway to his tail to alert her of what was on his mind. He approached in a swift step, and then raised both arms. Without further warning, the Khajiit moved to reach those arms around her and pull her against him, resting his head on her shoulder, those hands in turn crossed over her back at the time. He was pretty sure she could shove him off in a moment if she decided so, in fact he figured the only way he got close was by surprising her or having her acceptance for this hug.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar Zahir. This one's full name. Jo'Shaar will walk by this lady as a friend, and will face her foes as his foes. This one swears by his name to honor her trust, and swears by Azurah to not tell her tale to any without her permission."</strong> He declared this seriously while petting her back lightly, the embrace light but attempting to offer some comforting and reminder that there would be those that would walk with her. It sounded like she had carried her burdens alone a fair while. Jo'Shaar had been like that too, after the trouble at the College. He had a feel they could both use a friend, and felt grateful they had been involved with the bar brawl, even if that did land them both in the cell for now. <br><br>Finally trying to let go and see if she was alright the Khajiit remembered again that not everyone liked being hugged by a sharp-toothed, sharp clawed beastman. Well, what was done was done. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Confirmed with Lucretia's player beforehand it was alright to have the Khajiit hugging her, rather than make a post she might not have accepted and would have wanted to stop mid-way through.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 22:32:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Dragon's Reach</span></span></div>Lethander continued his kneel before the Jarl, not even seeming to give mind to the interruptions. Frothar for his part just nodded to the elven lass across the table from him, attention now directed toward the captain of the guard. <strong>"You found someone who seen it happen?"</strong> He addressed the soldier, eyes casting toward the shadow that ventured from the keep and back down the stairs away the halls. <strong>"Yes, my Jarl. Though she waits back at the bannered mare for now. She will return this afternoon to explain it to ye in full come the noon."</strong><br><br>Frothar nodded at the explantion, his gaze turning from Lethander and back to the Nalie. <strong>"We have quests that will arrive, but it seems they will be delayed till after mid day.."</strong> He answered her, his hand rising in a motion for the Captain to rise. The soldier did as commanded, before turning to the leave the two alone again. <strong>"For now, you may await in the chamber I have readied for you. I'm sure you'll find it satisfactory. I'll be arranging some aid for you in the matter, but I must have collateral to manage it."</strong> He explained before taking a sip from his goblet, and then rising from the seat. <strong>"We'll met again at noon. Enjoy yourself until then, for we'll talk business later."</strong><br><br>With that the Jarl left the table, venturing his way back to the room past his throne. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach hall: That afternoon</span></div><br><strong>"Have the prisoners escorted here at once. Just the imperial and the Kahjiit, though. Take them here the long way, I want to finish with my other guest before they arrive."</strong> The jarl barked at a jailer, whom nodded before speeding off to the task. He was sitting on his throne again, lounging back as he awaited his guests. The jailer would bring the others in time, but until then he had a lot to clear out of the way. Lethander stood watch on the balcony above, waiting for both the return of the elf and the witness. <br><br>Refreshments had been arranged for the lot of them. The table filled with the finest lunch to be had in whiterun, a bard already arranged to be playing some entertainment if needed. In the Jarl's lap sat several scrolls, at which Lethander looked upon curiously. Not even the Captain had seen them before, and from the disconcerted look on the Jarl's face, it would seem he'd been revealing something important in this meeting. Time would tell, however, as the lot awaited for the witness to begin; though the Altmer elf was expected to attend as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 23:11:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Dungeons<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jo'Shaar, open<br>Lucretia's smile grew a little sad when he mentioned her family, but it didn't fail her, and she nodded at the words. However when he rose to his feet she was curious as to what he was doing with approaching her, and was more than a little surprised when he wrapped his arms around her. She tenses for a second, but then relaxed into the embrace, laying her head onto his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. Khajiit were more prone to intimate contact than other races, although she thought it was likely a sign of trust.<br><br>She felt the fur soft beneath her finger and face, and the smell of him so different than others she'd embraced in her life. As if he carried with him the warm sands of Elsweyr with even so far from home, but when he spoke the next words she had to fight the burning in her eyes from becoming tears. Her eyes closed for a few seconds before he stepped back, and when they opened she was back under control with a warmer smile on her lips.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, and by Talos I'll stand by your side through the trials to come."</strong> She replied with honesty, leaning back against the wall as she studied him for a moment, thinking of his mention of Azura, and deciding if he could accept her Gods without disputing her thoughts, than she could do the same with his belief that Azura was a goddess and not a Deadric Prince. It was a matter of religion, and her father had taught her not to argue it with friends, at least not if you valued those friends. <br><br>Before more could be said, Lucretia heard foot steps coming down the hall, and turned her head to the bars, figuring that Jo'Shaar would hear them before her. As they came into view, she seen two guards who seemed to look them over for a bit. <strong>"The Jarl'll a see ye now. No funny stuff on the way!"</strong> one of the guards said as he began to unlock the door to the cell, while the other seemed more relaxed. She wasn't certain if thatwas a good thing or not. However she rose to her feet, lifting her pack to her shoulders as she did so. <strong>"No funny stuff, I don't believe that will be a problem."</strong> She said to guard, but paused before reaching back for Jo'Shaar. <strong>"well, shall we see what this is about?"</strong> She asked her friend, before heading on through the bars to take the long way to the mead hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 20:52:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Local Wilderness<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><br>Hildr Trueshot kept as quiet as she could be, sticking to the edge of a thick wooded area. Her heavy steel armor didn't lend itself very well to stealth, but her quarries weren't exactly known for the keen senses and intellects, so she figured she would be fine as long as she kept a healthy distance. She had been searching the region since sunrise, and had found little until now.&nbsp; Some tracks caught her eye in her search, giant footprints were hard to mistake. They were fresh, and giants were slow, lumbering beasts. She was confident these tracks would lead her to their source. Still, she didn't seem very proud of her efforts, if anything, her expression was one of grim boredom.<br><br>Hildr wasn't exactly a terrible fan of scouting missions, they were dull and uneventful at best, and disastrous and lethal at worse, and there was little middle ground. A successful mission meant nothing happened and she returned home with information, a failed mission meant the target spotted her and she got smushed into a bloody smear on the ground, without having the support to actually take on her target. She joined the companions for the thrill of battle, the rush of steel clashing against steel, and the utter joy of proving oneself superior to those fool enough to try and stand their ground against her. She did not join so she could track down some beasts and then do nothing, and return home. Still, she didn't complain, not vocally at least. She knew well enough to know that the dull tasks were important, she merely wished she didn't have the be the one to do them.<br><br>As each heavy footstep pressed into the snow, she brought herself a step closer to being done with this. Perhaps she'd have herself a bottle of mead back at Jorrvaskr when she was done, to celebrate completing such a tedious task. The wind beat against her, seemingly pushing her back, as if even nature was trying to make this more difficult for her. It was fairly chilly, but if her nord blood didn't prepare her for that, the comfortable fur lining her armor did the trick just fine. The woman was certainly prepared for combat if it did come her way, regardless of the nature of her mission. On top of the steel armor she wore, she also carried a bow, a quiver of arrows, a sword, a shield and a silver dagger, just in case she were attacked by something not-quite living. Of course, if it was her lumbering quarry that got the jump on her, she knew her best bet was simply to run, and perhaps pelt it with arrows as she fled, but she was the sort to be prepared for any situation, at least the best she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 03:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br><br><br>After her dismissal, Nalie did the only logical thing one would expect of a former noble who'd been sent to her room. She sought out the court mage. Andric. An old acquaintance he never failed to amuse her. The greater part of her day was spent in counsil with the man, finding out what she could about the giant troubles, though some points were a puzzle for him, as he hadn't much focus on giants in his studies. Tedious creatures, so easily understood. Until now. It was with a sigh that Nalie finally looked up as the guards that were hovering shifted behind her. Her eyes moved back to her conversation partner as though she meant to start up once more. <br><br>The chuckle that left his lips told her they were done talking for now. <strong>"Can I help you my good sirs?"</strong> she asked rising to her full height with Andric rising behind her. The men shifted, but held their gaze steady. <strong>"Yes, the Jarl wishes for your presence in the hall."</strong> Her eyes went back to Andric. <strong>"It has been a pleasure speaking with you. I hope to have your..."</strong> her words were cut short by a shifting of armor behind her and she narrowed her eyes a moment, <strong>"I hope to have your ear once more. It is always amusing to speak with a human scholar."</strong> <br><br>Giving a short nod of her head she turned gathering her pack as she walked out, followed by the guards. Like she needed an escort. <strong>"I think I know my way into the next room gentlemen if you don't mind."</strong> They shifted again, and she approached the Jarl's throne just as the half-breeds words were issued. This made Nalie wondered, why was she needed at such a time. <strong>"My Lord, if you are busy I shall return at a later time, your guards made it seem as if I was needed right this moment."</strong> Her thoughts went to dark places, ideas of what she would do to those who'd interrupted her conversation. Such stimulating words, such a shame to have them broken for nothing. Her mind cleared of the shadowy ideas as she turned her gaze back to Frothar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 07:07:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div>The Jarl nodded his head in regards to Ru'Ashka, though his eyes seemed to be wandering for another that was expected to show. When she was absent, he gave a small sigh and began to continue. <strong>"Yes. Forgive the formalities, but this is a rather important matter. One in which your testimony can decide much."</strong> He began, eyes coming straight to hers as he lounged back in the throne a little more. The scrolls were still furled in the mans lap, and the movement did make them shift. He placed a single hand on the documents to keep them from moving to much, and opened his mouth to continue before the entrance of the lovely Altmer cut his speech in mid term. <br><br>Frothar turned his gaze toward Nalie then, and an expression of frustration filled his features. <strong>"I'm a busy man, Nalie. Multiple things that interlink are taken care of at once. Now have a seat, and I'll get to you the moment we hear this woman's testimony."</strong> He chastised the elf, not seeming to feel awkward about doing such to a woman who hadn't aged since he was a child. From above one might have thought they heard a soft chuckle from Lethander, but if so the guard Captain did not show it on his features. His expression kept calm; just like it was when he first took up watch on the balcony. <br><br>Despite all this, Frothar kept his calm as his eyes came back to Ru'Ashka's. <strong>"Enough with the formalities, they've been broken at this point. Let your testimony be known."</strong> It seemed the Jarl was making a big deal out of nothing, but a perceptive person might notice the face of a Whiterun Noble in the back. He was sitting at the longtable, closest to the Jarl. The current head of the Battleborn family, and he bore a striking resemblance to one of the men in the barfight. It was the only man who never got to throw a punch, but would have been the only to do any real damage if he had. <br><br>Despite it all, even as the floor was given to Ru'Ashka, sounds from down the hall were coming. The sound of six pairs of footsteps grew near, and their presence had the Jarl seeming annoyed. Was it the prisoners arriving, or yet another interruption to distract him from the task at hand?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 20:08:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>Once Summoned before the Jarl</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lucretia, Ru'Ashka, Nalie, Jarl<br><br>Jo'Shaar nod his head slightly at Lucretia as she got ready to leave, the Khajiit taking a short breath to steady himself and then got on the move as well, following after her and the guard. There was a serious expression on his face as he silently shifted the sheathed katana at his side to make sure it was securely held in place, then to let his arms relax so that neither was too close to the handle of his blade. There would be a fair bit of tension for the coming event, and the last thing he wanted to do was give any hostile signs to it. Still, he wondered what to expect. <br><br>As they made their way to the hall, he listened to the woman that was talking. His ears shifted slightly, paying careful attention to her words. The Khajiit was keeping his face serious and calm, but a bit of worry was gnawing at him. The fact he saw a nobleman in the hall that resembled one of the fellows at the inn didn't exactly help him calm down either. Still, none of the strikes had been lethal, or even intended to truly injure someone. <br><br>Deciding to be quiet at least at first, the Khajiit did let let his tail sway a little while he remained in thought, listening and watching the folks. The looks of the seated elf had the Khajiit's brow rise slightly, but he said nothing, his gaze turned back towards Licentia instead. Then looking over at Ru'Ashka, there was a contemplative look about the Khajiit, his eyes once more returning to Lucretia, before taking in the sight of the nobleman, and the Jarl. While his arms weren't bound, he kept his hands resting at his sides, seeming to wait and listen a moment, taking in the situation they found themselves in. <br><br>Two elves were present, which in itself trouble the Khajiit somewhat. He had bad memories about one Altmer causing him trouble, but he did find them interesting. Still, the things Lucretia had told him made him wary for her sake. He doubted a Jarl would let Thalmor march about at least, but the gear Ru'Ashka had suggested she was a capable woman, and there was a presence that further convinced him of the same. The sight of Nalie had him more curious about what her role exactly was, but he had a feeling that if Ru'Ashka's gear drew the attention to her, then the other woman was no doubt quite important as well. <br><br>The Khajiit finally raised his right hand slightly, palm open, speaking a few words carefully. <strong>"This Khajiit would wish to speak, if permitted?"</strong> He cast a look at the Jarl. He wasn't exactly used to courts, seeing as he was a Khajiit among the Nords. Still, he sought to keep respectful about things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 02:00:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Great hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Those in the Jarl's Hall<br>Lucretia moved along, the farther they got from the dungeons and the closer they got the Jarls hall, the more the Imperial came out in her. Her chin had lifted, and she had straitened to her full height, and while that still probably marked her as the shortest person in attendance, no one could forget that once upon a time Imperials ruled all of Tameriel. <br><br>These were the things her father taught her, to never appear weak at court, to use her Imperial features while dealing with the other provinces to make herself stand out. These things came back to her from over eleven years in her past, things she hadn't used since she had become a Blade, and truthfully never really thought she'd use again. <br><br>Lucretia had had a feeling since Lethander had shown up that Frothar had set her up with that bar brawl, she knew he was a good man, but she never doubted the extent he would go to protect his people. If that meant setting up an old friend, then so be it, it wasn't like she was family after all. She walked into the Hall bearing all the arrogance of Cyrodil, knowing Frothar wouldn't like it, and thus why she was doing it. If he wanted to play games, well her father taught her well enough.<br><br>Her gaze, now cold as the land she currently lived in, lit up first on Frothar, and then scanned about the rest. It lingered on the Altmer she didn't know, but the female elf looked a lot like the Thalmor interrogator who'd supposedly gotten the information from her. Her face heated, and her dark eyes flared breifly before she got herself under control, and actually smiled at the elf.<br><br>She then cast a glance at Ru'Ashka, and nodded her head towards the pale woman, she wasn't certain if she was an elf or not, but it didn't matter. Then she sent a scathing look to the Battleborn resting at the long table. While she was glaring at the Battleborn, Jo'Shaar asked permission to speak, and she smiled. <em>Considering the way things went down, his manners will serve him well here.</em> She thought, but knew for her purposes, that wouldn't suffice.<br><br><strong>"Jarl Frothar, don't tell me this Battle born is still carrying a grudge. I told him years ago that not all women are into that kind of thing."</strong> The words were teasing, but she was letting the Jarl know she wasn't happy to have been kept in the dungeon, despite the fact that she really hadn't minded all that much, it had given her and Jo'Shaar a chance to speak at length. Murmurs ran through the hall at her words, and the Battleborn turned bright red with embarrassment and anger.<br><br>Lucretia was stretching words a little, it wasn't as inappropriate as she had made it sound, but she hadn't lied in the least. <strong>"To the point, Jarl, what can we do for you. That is why we're here, or am I assuming much?"</strong> She asked, her voice hinting at both sarcasm, and annoyance. Her gaze flickered back to the Altmer sitting at the long table, and she wondered who she was, and if she was a Thalmor. The fact that she resembled one of her interrogators, probably meant the elf was related to him, and for the most part a Thalmor family stays Thalmor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 04:22:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, The Kitteh, The Half-Breed, Imperial Swordswoman<br><br>The look on Nalie's face was clear agitation as the Jarl ordered her to her seat. She'd left a conversation with another scholar for this? Turning on her heel she moved over and sat across from the agitated Battleborn. Her eyes roamed over him as he shot a glare her way, before she turned her attention to the conversation at hand. She was to hear a plea over a bar brawl. Looking up at Lethander she raised an eyebrow but the man only flashed her a smirk before his face became stony once more. <br><br>As one of the servants filled her glass she reached out, keeping her silence even as the Khajiit made his request to speak, and the Imperial spoke her peace of the situation. Her eyes went to the red-faced man across from her and she gave him an amused smile. <em>"Looks like I am not the only one whose been 'inconvenienced' by you Frothar."</em> She thought idly bringing her drink to her lips as the woman eyed her. Looking at her with a hint of boredom in her eye, she wondered whether she was reading the look on her face correctly. Her eyes remained locked with the womans, the dark orbs reflecting the light of the candle before she broke it momentarily to look to the Jarl and he scrolls at hand. <br><br>Knowing this moment would best call for silence she sighed and let her eyes moved back to the Jarl. <strong>"I wouldn't be so concerned about my precense, I am simply here at the behest of the Jarl."</strong> she said calmly, her gaze shifting over the scrolls in the Jarl's lap. Curiosity. Only way to explain the look she was giving the Jarl a raised eyebrow aimed at him. She'd been giving that look before. By those who'd met a Thalmor. She held it at times for her own, wondering if they were sent by her mother, to ruin her life's work. Which was to ruin her mother's life work. Her lips remained still though from this point, waiting for the Jarl's response to all that had been asked and directed to him.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 09:11:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div>The Jarl's attention focused on Ru as she gave her testimony. Lethander from above remained quiet through it all, seeming to simply survey the area. Though when the Kahjiit came into play, and his question rolled out, the Jarl seemed to get annoyed. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak he was cut off by Lucretia. Anger flared in his eyes, though not like the anger that rushed through the Battlborn nearby. The agging man looked as if he'd bound up from his seat and attack the dark haired Imperial. It grew worse as the debacle continued, and before long it had reached a boiling point. <br><br>The Battleborn rose from the table, obviously seething at the words. <strong>"Don't try to discredit me with lies!"</strong> He hissed with rage, but before it could continue a voice rang high from above. <strong>"Enough, Idolaf!"</strong> It was Lethander, making his way down from the balcony. <strong>"Give the defense time to speak. Ye know the rules, even if ye don't want to follow em."</strong> He the captain continued on with a cold tone, and that gave way for the Jarl to continue. Frothar's eyes closed, and he seemed to collect himself for but a moment before he spoke more on the subject. <br><br><strong>"You."</strong> The Jarl regarded the Kahjiit, eyes meeting the feline's. <strong>"You speak among proud, nords. Do not wait to have your voice heard, lest you lose your chance to make your points known."</strong> He explained, before his eyes cast back to Lucretia. <strong>"Do not attempt to antagonize your accuser with misconception about the duel between you. You know well most in this room know what happened that day, and also know Idolaf would no sooner want you then a goat. He likes&nbsp; ladies not warrior women."</strong> It seemed things had taken a turn out of context for the Jarl, an thus he held up the scrolls. <br><br><strong>"These are why you were brought here!"</strong> Frothar exclaimed, the Jarl now seeming to have vanished in favor of the Brawler. He rose from his throne then, and unfurled the scrolls out across the table. There on the pages laid threatening words, all written in human blood. <strong>"Whether you and your friend did it or not, this woman's testimony gives you credit. Idolaf accuses you of attempting to murder his son, and from what I've heard the man never got to throw a punch. This makes it believable."</strong> He warned the young lass, though it would seem certain that the Imperial already knew it. <br><br><strong>"I don't want this to take any longer then necessary. Someone threatens us, and I'll not have a moment more go by with this Hold at risk of a true Giant siege. Someone claims to control the creatures, and since the last warning read that my coming scholar would be attacked by one; I believe them. Because she was. Take your chances with the tribunal that could follow, or help me with this problem. That goes for everyone in the hall! Who will step up to stem the the threat against Whiterun!"</strong> The Jarl was calling them all out now; and offering a look at important Documents to anyone that was interested. <br><br><strong>"I'll offer plenty of gold, and other things besides. But if these documents speak true, then Whiterun is in more danger now then we faced against the Stormcloaks over twenty years ago.</strong> Even the Battleborn seemed taken aback by this realization. Idolaf slowly stepped back, and took his seat with flaring eyes. It seemed he knew what needed to be done. <strong>"Fine, I wont press if Lucretia and the Cat take on the task."</strong> He answered, and The Jarl looked at the woman who'd dealt with many issues to make this all happen. He gestured to his steward then, and sent the man to deliver her a single pouch; containing all of a hundred septims. <br><br><strong>"You are more then welcome to take on the task as well, lass."</strong> Frothar regarded Ru, and then sighed before he took a seat at the longtable and knocked back a large flagon of Nordic mead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 09:52:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Great hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Those in the Jarl's Hall<br>Lucretia listened to the elf speak, though it seemed a passing not to what came next as the Battleborn burst out in anger, and Lethander quieted him as he came down the stairs. She smiled as the Jarl spoke to Jo'Shaar, figuring the Khajiit wasn't accustomed to being treated in such a manner, after all the Jarl had made of him an equal in these matters at least. <br><br>Her eyes flared however when he pulled her words into a more open light, drowning the weight she'd put into them to cast suspicion upon her accuser. However when he rose to show the scrolls her curiosity was peaked, that however was covered in ice as he mentioned why they had been held. <em>Accused of attempted murder? If I'd wanted them dead, I'd have burned the Bannered Mare to the ground with them in it!</em> The thought came unbidden, and she forced it away. The long battles of Valenwood too clear in her mind, and the lessons she learned there.<br><br>Lucretia forced her attention from the Battleborn, to watch the Jarl as he continued his speech, her dark gaze no longer fueled with anger but the ice that makes up the tundra of winter. She closed her eyes briefly at the deal he proffered before her, and with a quick calculation she decided she'd take up. If Whiterun was put under siege by Giants it wouldn't do to be sealed in a cell. <br><br>Lucretia might have burst out with something of her own, but the pale woman spoke first, and her words had Lucretia's brow arching. <em>Mercenary Indeed.</em> She thought ruefully for a second, before turning her cold gaze to the Battleborn, and seen the look on his face. <em>The Blades put him up to this, I'll bet it was Cassiel.</em> She thought more darkly, letting him see what had been forged in the Jungles of Valenwood against the Thalmor.<br><br><strong>"If I'd the intent to kill your son, he'd have been dead before your <em>Patrons</em> could have stopped me."</strong> She told the man, putting emphasis on the use of the word patron, and noting the Battleborns as her enemies in her plight for her own freedom. If they were her enemies she'd treat them as she'd treated the Thalmor in Valenwood, maybe not today, or even a year from now, but one day she'd see them fall.<br><br><strong>"I'll take your offer, and your mission Jarl."</strong> Lucretia's voice thawed considerably as she let the topic of her pride drop, and a felt a little pang at that. Much of her pride had been sloughed by her time in Valenwood, both with the killing and deceptions, and with her time under Thalmor interrogations. She made her way to the table where the letters had been set, much like Ru'Ashka she leaned over the table rather than sitting at it. <br><br>As she did so, she lowered her pack, before looking up to meet the eyes of the Altmer. <em>The hair, the face, she has to be related to him.</em> She thought for but a second before returning hers to the letters, and caught sight of the dried blood along the lower half of her face and neck. A sight she must have made, but she brushed it aside once more. <strong>"I don't know the whole tale of the Giant problem, but I take from these documents and your words that someone is managing to direct them?"</strong> She asked the question without inflection, looking up from the document to the Jarl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 13:01:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>Once Summoned before the Jarl</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Everyone in the Hall of Dragon's Reach<br><br>Jo'Shaar was slightly surprised by the Jarl's words at him. Given that the folks kept calling him 'cat' he hadn't quite expected to see that from this court. Then again, he was following the polite code of manner he had picked up, but the Jarl had now made it clear that he would have to raise his voice to speak when he chose rather than expect any order. That in turn meant he would likely see others shouting over him. So he waited, considering his words a moment and watching the others.<br><br>His anger rose steadily at the accusation leveled towards his new companion, and then the twist that had been left hanging. <em>'So that's his game'.</em> The Khajiit's tail gave a few harsh swishes as he grit his teeth together. It was Lucretia's words that brought his mind to focus again, her words delivered with a honest stab at the argument, that made him smile somewhat. Yet she agreed to the task. It was bigger than this scheming to get them to agree, but the Khajiit wasn't pleased at all.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar has a few thoughts. First, the Nords kept pestering <strong>him</strong> and then insulting her. This one turned to step off and they attacked this one's back. This is not some honorable Nord, but a drunk idiot spoiling for a fight that start it. Second, this Khajiit struck with closed fists. Even young ones are taught to not use claws unless they mean it. This one was defending himself, against one drunk idiot. The others got up, simultaniously, outnumbering this Khajiit four to one. This woman, honorably, stepped in to help this Khajiit."</strong> He snarled, looking at the Battle-Born briefly before continuing in a serious, somewhat angry voice.<br><br><strong>"As for that man's son, Jo'Shaar caught the man and his friends try force a woman to alley with them night before. Jo'Shaar called the guards, that arrested the men. That they are free so soon shows to Jo'Shaar they have gold to open doors and not get punished. Jo'Shaar think they came back for vengeance."</strong> He rolled his eyes at this and hissed. <strong>"Not only does Jo'Shaar think this woman is wrongly accused but Jo'Shaar thinks the men in the brawl should stand before tribunal for what they try on the girl. This Khajiit thinks if they get away just paying with gold, they will try again. Spoiled brats grow into idiots."</strong> His tone was serious, and unashamed to make this statement now. He was disregarding the need to be civil about what he had to say. <br><br>Finally, he drew a deep breath, looking at Lucretia. Not the Jarl, but Lucretia.<strong> "Jo'Shaar swears to help the lady who already helped him. Jo'Shaar's allegiance belongs to her."</strong> He made a point of bowing down to Lucretia, while his bow would be from an angle that made it clear he was <em>not</em> bowing to the Jarl, nor this Battle-Born.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 22:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, The Kitteh, The Half-Breed, Imperial Swordswoman<br><br>Remaining silent for a time, Nalie watched the scene before her. Most would find it almost comical or would be shocked at the forwardness of the Imperials words, or even the Kahjiits'. Nalie however was studying the two. Kindred spirits. At least that is what some would call it. Moving her goblet as the Jarl tossed the scrolls onto the table the elf took a drink and set it down before she leaned over to look over the script. Eyes narrowing Nalie rose to her feet and snatched the nearest scroll. <br><br>Her face paled even more, anger now flaring in her eyes. That witch wouldn't dare make a move on Skyrim. Not now? Her eyes moved over the threats tracing over the bloody script. Several elven curses left her lips as she looked to the Jarl. <strong>"Did <em>she</em> send this?"</strong> her words filled with venom. The only true emotion she'd shown this entire time. Her lips pursed as she read over again, the hint at a Thalmor's script evident in the writing. Her mother couldn't be behind this. She wasn't this foolish. <br><br><strong>"I will do as you request my lord. Consider my debt being repaid. If she's behind this however, more than a simple debt is being taken care of."</strong> she said, her eyes still flashing with suspicious anger. Holding it up to the light she looked for her mother signature in the script, her eyes deciphering for any symbol that might be of her family, or any of the other nobility of the Thalmor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 05:38:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach: Grand hall</span></div>Jo'Shaar's words had Idolaf rising from his seat again, despite the fact that he'd seemed to brush aside Lucretia's somewhat obvious statement. <strong>"Listen here Housepet, this isn't a matter you want to press!"</strong> He snarled at the Kahjiit, but before it could go too much further, the Jarl once again rose his hand. <strong>"Lethander, escort Idolaf out of the Hall. It seems he is forgetting what's really at stake here."</strong> Those words sent the noble's eyes flaring. It was an obvious slight on the Jarl's part, but it seemed Frothar was beyond caring at this point. <br><br>The Guard Captain did as he was bid, though the way his eyes lingered on Jo'Shaar's would indicate that the wily mage had gotten to him. Regardless of that, he took Idolaf by the arm. <strong>"This way, Mi'Laird."</strong> He said with a small sigh, beginning to drag the noble from the room. <strong>"You can't do this, Frothar! I was defending Whiterun when you were just a boy, you'll regret this you ungrateful little swine!"</strong> The battleborn managed that much before Lethander clamped his mailed hand over the man's face, quieting him as he escorted the old highborn out. <br><br>Frothar took yet another long drink of his mead after that, and finally sat down the tankard amidst all the questions and comments being thrown his way. He first regarded Ru, and with a nod he managed a small chuckle. <strong>"Lass, those septims were just the payment for your testimony. More then you ask will come your way if you help us through this. I trust you aren't implying that Whiterun doesn't give just payment to it's allies?"</strong> He asked the lady with a sly wink, and even managed to keep up a jesting tone despite the gravity of the situation. <br><br>Lucreatia and Nalie's questions seemed to be intermingled for the Jarl, however; and he sighed seeming to think on how to answer the both of them. <strong>"I'm not sure, Nalie. I know it was one of them, hence why I needed you and Lucretia. You are the only ones I know of who've dealt with their kind."</strong> He mentioned, and Nalie would see no trappings of Thalmor nobility on the documents. But their were certainly distinctive handwriting, the kind one would only see from a Thalmor noble. The slight curse on the S, even the tails that lined the T's. It was unmistakable. <br><br>Frothar's gaze lowered on Lucretia then, and he gave her a soft nod. <strong>"Yes, they claim to have a means of controlling the plain walkers. I'm not certain how, but if I'm right; they can't do it alone. There has to be some sort of dark artifact controlling them. And I trust you have noticed the handwriting of the documents, or has your training slipped so much in just a year?"</strong> The Jarl questioned with a smirk, one that said he was certain it hadn't. That's when a noise from the door ushered, and Captain Lethander returned from his duties. <br><br>Lethander's eyes first went to Jo'Shaar's, and he gave the Kahjiit a respectful nod. <strong>"I'll investigate yer claims against my men. I hadn't heard of them until now, else it would have been dealt with already."</strong> He said, his tone brisk; but it was obvious that the mage had managed to appeal to the man's sense of honor. The Jarl nodded his approval, and it seemed neither had truly expected Jo'shaar to become involved in all of this. <strong>"I'll stay with the documents as long as you need to study them. Remember though, haste is needed in these matters. Though, Lucretia, I'd like to have a word with you in private later. Just give me a chance to explain the situation."</strong> Frothar tried to reason with the currently hot tempered former blade. <br><br>It had turned into a troubling situation altogether, but for now it seemed the matter was resolved. The party also had a chance to further study the documents, which would no doubt be a boon to them. The scrolls contained mostly saber rattling, but the words spoken within held venom. They spoke of a giant attack, and they had done this a few times during the various scripts. Their warnings seemed to grow more fervent as it continued, however; and the last spoke of a kinswoman turned traitor who'd be coming to give aid. That she'd not make it to the gates. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 06:51:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Great hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Those in the Jarl's Hall<br>Lucretia was about to continue looking over the scrolls even without the Jarl answering her question when Jo'Shaar surprised her entirely with his anger, and then his gesture after wards. She was standing there at the table looking at him wide eyed as he made his bow to her. <strong>"Jo'Shaar, I don't believe you know what you offer. We'll speak of it later...</strong> She trailed off catching what the Altmer was saying, turning to look the female elf over as she all but yelled over what she'd found in the document. <br><br>Her eyebrows rose as the Jarl began to address them once more. She payed attention to him as he spoke to them all, and she even ignored the Battleborn as he was escorted from the room, having grown outraged over Jo'Shaar's rant. <em>Must be true then.</em> She thought coldly of the Thane being escorted out with only a part of her focus, as she focused most of her attention on the scrolls. It was then she recognized the hand writing, she'd seen it before, in fact she'd seen it a lot at one point in her life. She began looking for watermarks on the parchment, anything to identify it, but the only thing she could determine was that the parchment had been made in Valenwood. Not much of an indication as much parchment comes from Valenwood.<br><br>The Jarl finally addressed her question, and she merely nodded to confirm she'd heard him. It was then she made a certain connection, concerning the Altmer in their presence, but she held no ideas that it was the full of the truth. Before she could get far with it, Ru'Ashka went about what you might call a farewell, before heading out. Lucretia barely registered Lethander coming back in, though she'd heard his voice when he spoke to Jo'Shaar, and knew the Khajiit had made a possible ally of the captain. She filed it away for later, before looking to the elf the Jarl named Nalie.<br><br><strong>"You're an enemy of House Rotecar?"</strong> She asked the elf, looking her over, still wondering how she was connected to that family, but sure in her gut. The hand writing was from a member of that house, Lucretia was sure of it, and this Elf, Nalie the Jarl had called her was connected in some way. Though she'd ignored the words of the Jarl that they'd talk later about it, she'd heard him, she just didn't trust her temper enough just this minute not to prove wholly disrespectful if she was to speak with him on more than a business basis. <br><br>Lucretia picked the newest scroll up, and brought it to her face before inhaling. She spelt the Jarls hall to be sure, but under that was a faint perfume. <strong>"Jo'Shaar, tell me what you can about the perfume on that scroll?"</strong> She asked, though it was in the form of a statement, as she handed him the scroll, knowing his senses were better than hers, and he was better at apothecary than she was. To her it smelled of one of the exotic flowers that resembled Jasmine, the Thalmor nobles seemed to enjoy employing it, though Lucretia wasn't certain why, the flower was very poisonous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 00:28:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>Once Summoned before the Jarl</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone in the Hall<br><br>Looking at Lucretia and then at the scroll, Jo'Shaar picked it up carefully and took a long sniff of it, waving it slightly before his face slightly to get a bit more of the scent loose. His nose did pick it up but he wanted to be sure, and he wanted a little more of it loose for him to be sure. He had to be certain of what this was. Yet even without the shake he would have to admit the smell was a touch too familiar. <br><br><strong>"This Khajiit has worked on perfumes before, but would never make this one willingly. This is a smell of a flower that is venomous. Thalmor enjoy it, and is harmless if not ingested. Yet one perfume bottle of it could turn a large meal into a series of funerals."</strong> His voice turned into a short snarl. There was a somewhat wary look about him as he smelled at it again carefully, frowning once more. <strong>"Not enough in this to be dangerous, but strange. Jo'Shaar almost think it might be mistake, a drop of this on a finger to dap behind ears to smell right before writing this scroll, mistaken transfer. Yet the smell to linger this long..."</strong><br><br>The Khajiit's expression was one of some confusion before he spoke up again. His tone somewhat wary. <strong>"This one would think if someone used undilluted form it would not be for smell, but murder. Kissing woman's skin and finding it on her neck in undilluted state, a kisser might die then or later, but smell should warn away."</strong> He frowned still, his ears twitching before he shook his head. <strong>"Jo'Shaar full of guesses why there a smell like this, but dilluted for perfume this has to be either recently transferred to the scroll, or it has to be undilluted. Jo'Shaar wonders how long have scrolls been here... and anything else found with them? If anything to eat or drink, this one would suggest having court mage test for poison with spells."</strong> He nod his head seriously at this, before returning the scroll to Lucretia.<br><br><strong>"Jo'Shaar can say this for sure. Only Thalmor would make this perfume. Jo'Shaar might make something similar but not quite right, and might kill people by mistake. Thalmor know how to make deadly when eaten, but safe just dabbed on skin. Venomous, but not dangerous to just touch."</strong> He remarked this seriously, frowning again a little. <strong>"Only Thalmor make it... but anyone that can sneak around Thalmor might <em>steal</em> it, though."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 07:47:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Giant Camps</span></div><br>The hills were seeming far too quiet while Hildr walked among their steppes. Not a giant in sight, and that was odd considering the territory. Usually one could see them herding their mammoth in the distance, but today even the mammoth were not in sight. It made what was otherwise a peaceful trip somewhat edgy; and boring at that. However, as the young companion moved on further; the sounds of thudding footsteps rang out in the distance. A little more of a trip would display a grove, one where six Giants were trampling about. They seemed angry, speaking in their crude tongue to one another as if insults were being exchanged. <br><br>It was an odd sight for the normally peaceful creatures, where if more than one rested a the same location; they seemed to be at worship to the stars. Though the sight brought with it the sound of lighter footfalls trailing behind her. If she turned to look, she'd see the pale face of a familiar breton on her heels. The gril's face was dirty from the stalking through brush, but her dark locks were unmistakable all tied back in a pony tail. Her blue eyes cast on the nord then, and a soft voice rang out from the brush. <br><br><strong>"Hey? Do you see em yet?"</strong> The breton, known to the companions as Adriel, asked in quiet tones. She was in the trademark worn leathers she also boasted, and again the skyforged shortsword could be see at her hip in addition to the bow and arrows she kept strapped to her back. She was a lower ranked member then Hildr, and one that was supposed to be fetching arms and armor for the companions during this little endeavor. It would seem the lass snuck out to follow the nord on her task, however; and that could be problematic when her inexperience was considered. <br><br>As her presence became known, so too did another's. No, to Hildr's keen ears that would be three others. Footfalls, barely audible rang out from the left. They were barely more then snaps of twigs that a beast might make, but more frequent then one would expect from such primitive creatures. Adriel seemed to glance that way as well, and her eyes widened at the sight. Were Hildr to look that way, she too would see the gleaming golden armor that represented Elven light plate. It seemed some Thalmor were tracing the two, but was it Hildr's movements or the younger breton lass?<br><br><strong>"Somones coming. Looks like Thalmor!"</strong> Adriel exclaimed in little more then a whisper, quickly moving t Hildr's side with the giants the other direction. A conflict would no doubt rouse the much larger humaniod's attention. But could the struggle be avoided?<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered mare: Around evening time</span></div><br>It was later into the evening, when most people were just laying dinner out on the table, that Lethander entered The Bannered Mare. He was no longer clad in his trademark captain's armor; now he was dressed in what might be considered an officer's off duty uniform. They were fine furs and leather, greyish colored&nbsp; and adorned with a fine cloak. The hood was kept lowered, however; and so the man approached the barkeep with a light hearted face. <strong>"I'm expected by someone. Where might I find the warrior woman who purchased a room earlier?"</strong> The brown haired Nord asked, and he was quickly pointed in the direction of Ru'Ashka's room where food was just being laid upon her table. <br><br>Lethander proceeded to the room, and Ru could easily hear the knocking at her chamber door as the inn maid seemed to stiffen at it. <strong>"I'm sorry, Milady. I don't have the table set, yet."</strong> She apologized with a blush, but it seemed she was working hard at the task. A large mammoth steak and vegetable rice had been prepared. Along with yet another side of mashed roots. It would have obviously taken a while to prepare, and all accommodations had supposedly been covered by The Jarl for her agreement to help with the current matters that troubled the hold. Still, the girl seemed displeased with herself for not having everything finished in time, and yet again the knocking came. <br><br>Lethander waited patiently on the other side. He seemed to be pondering the entire thing as his fingers traced the chamber doors. It was hard to tell what was on the Captain's mind while he waited. Perhaps he wondered why the warrior wanted him here, but that had been made perfectly clear. No, someone that truly knew the captain would recognize that he didn't do much outside of work. He was out of his element in this type of setting, and that seemed to have the captain just a bit nervous. He kept his calm regardless, and seemed to simply await an invite in. The inn maid seemed to be waiting instructions as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 08:49:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br><br>Hildr was attempting to survey the scene of the giants the best she could, and perhaps gleam something useful from unintelligible babble they called a language. Her efforts, however, were cut short, as she realized she had unexpected company. She spun in place, about to reach for her bow, when she recognized the face, and instead, let out a near-silent sigh of frustration. The breton girl meant well, Hildr was sure, and such precociousness had its charms, but at a moment like this, the last thing she needed was someone untrained and seeking excitement blundering about.<br><br>She considered just how she would handle this... there was of course the option of escorting her back to the city, though that would mean abandoning any attempt at deciphering the activity of the giants. Alternatively she could simply tell the child to leave, but given the dangers lurking out here, she may not make it back. The thought occured to Hildr that if she couldn't make it back here, she shouldn't have come this way, and shouldn't be with the Companions, but still, she was a junior member and, regardless of circumstances, Hildr figured she was responsible for making sure she didn't get herself... or, especially, both of them, killed.<br><br>That train of thought, just like the last, however, proved pointless as it was interrupted by another unexpected arrival... this one, however, was far less pleasant. The moment she recognized the armor of the elves, her bow was drawn, and an arrow locked in place. She drew back the string and aimed it in the direction of the elves. Hildr considered herself an open-minded person. She judged others based on who they were and what they did, not their race. Being a Companion had a way of ingraining that sort of thinking in you. A Companion's value came from one thing and one thing only, their accomplishments. Nord, breton, orc or elf, all that mattered was that you brought more to the group than you took away. Regardless of that, however, she was a proud Nord, and she distrusted the Thalmor with every fibre of her being.<br><br>The way Hildr saw it, the Thalmor never stepped foot on Skyrim unless they had something to gain from it, and generally speaking, anything that benefited the Thalmor was bad for Skyrim. She kept an arrow trained on the nearest elf as hey eyes occasionally flitted about for a path of escape, or perhaps a hiding place if the elves hadn't spotted them yet. She wasn't afraid of taking on a few Thalmor, but if their skirmish caught the attention of the giants... things could get very ugly, very fast. Right now she had to focus on getting that foolish girl back safely, the giants would have to wait. She whispered to Adriel in a hushed town, <strong>"Stick close to me, and keep your eyes on the giants. If they notice us, I want you to run back to the city as quickly as you can. Don't worry about me, I can keep up."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 10:48:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare: Ru'Ashka's Chambers</span></div><br>Lethander seemed stiff when Ru'Ashka first opened the door. It was obvious, like her, he was not use to this sort of meeting. He seemed to relax at her smile, though; and one of his own formed on the weathered lips. <strong>"There was never a doubt I'd agree. We both have the same interest, even if our motivations are different."</strong> He said, the nordic brogue still quite noticeable even as he tried to sophisticate his speech for the time. He seemed to note the inn maid continuing the work on their meal, and his smile actually heightened. <br><br>When she spoke of mead and fresh air, the Captain got more lively. <strong>"Certainly. I'm not use to one on one meetins'. It's been long since I had a decent conversation. Let us go."</strong> He answered her, and followed her lead unto the balcony where they could relax and enjoy themselves until the dinner was properly prepared. Once outside, the Nord seemed to instantly relax under the cold nightime air. The sun had set an hour or so ago, and already the night's chill was upon them. Cool wind blew from the north, but Lethander seemed at home under it. <br><br>The blue eyes of the Captain traveled to her's at that point, and he seemed to take in the words she spoke. <strong>"It's been a tiring one. I'm not fond of such court intrigue. Tis my duty to quell it before the Jarl has need of dealin' with such things."</strong> He answered with a sigh, but seemed to realize it was inevitable considering the circumstances. His eyes stood on her's though, and a light smile seemed to cross his lips while it they lingered. <strong>"I figure yer's hasn't been much better. Ye seemed out of place in the hall. I can understand that."</strong> He connected with her on subject. <br><br>Though the smell of food began wafting into the balcony upon those words, even as he Captain took the first drink from his tankard of mead. The honey seemed to cool his features, and the smile lingered a bit longer as he watched her. <strong>"Still, ye said ye wanted to know more about the subject. I know more then I said in there, or earlier. Though I'm not sure it'd help ye."</strong> He mentioned, just as the inn maid was calling to them. <strong>"Dinner is ready!"</strong> The lass exclaimed, and Lethander chuckled at the words. It seemed the guard captain was amused by the enthusiasm in the girl's voice. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Giant's Camp</span></div><br>Adriel seemed to jump at the way Hildr looked at her. The young thing was quite brave, but obviously skittish around her superiors. Not that anyone was truly superior in the companions, but there was an obvious pecking order; and Hildr was certainly above the youngling in that. The breton lass was barely seventeen, yet she stood here with the huntress seeming eager to make a difference. Those near mer like eyes focused on the golden armor even as Hildr formed a plan. The young one nodded her head to it, and silently moved up to her side while keeping her focus on the giants that were now trading blows like it was a sport. <br><br>The problem arising from that, was each blow seemed to shake they ground they walked on. It was both a benefit and detriment in avoiding the mer that stalked them, as Hildr could easily see them getting confused by the staggering motions as she aimed her arrows their way. <strong>"Over there!"</strong> Adriel distracted her from the targets in a hushed, yet excited tone. It seemed the lass wasn't all fun and games, for she'd manage to spot just the place the huntress was looking for. A place great for hiding or defending, and possibly far enough away from their larger prey that a fight with the elves wouldn't be noticed. <br><br>Adriel moved for it then, staying just a step ahead of Hildr as she made for the path. The lass seemed to follow direction well, even if she was over eager for a thrill. The now obvious Thalmor were looking more closely or their prey, Hildr would notice. They were using magic to try and detect life, she could see as the lead of them was focusing his powers forward; and looking to every hare that bounced across the path. They had a brief opportunity to make it to the hiding place the youngling had spotted; but would they make it before the Thalmor spotted them?<br><br>That was up to Hildr's leadership as the younger Companion moved toward the spot, quickly but quietly. It seemed the breton had silence down, but her head was easily seen above the brush. And that would be a problem if the Thalmor spotted them. Stealth was a two way street; one had to be both silent, and able to keep themselves from view. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 11:51:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare: Ru'Ashka's Room</span></div><br>Lethander nodded when she spoke of such things being done differently, but shook his head just a bit. <strong>"It wasn't supposed to be like that. The Jarl had set things up for Lucretia to be in the palace. The dinner was for her. Things didn't go as planned, though; that Jo'Shaar and some of his past enemies complicated the matter. Though I'm glad they did. It brought some things tom my attention."</strong> He mentioned before she said dinner was ready, and he nodded his agreement that some would b nice. Not seeming put off at all by the fact that she seemed to want to talk business.<br><br>The Captain took the seat he was directed to, though raised a brow when she mentioned more personal matters. He didn't seem to recognize her, which was to be expected with how long it'd been. Still his eyes lingered as she spoke more about what she wanted to know, and he chuckled at the words. <strong>"I understand that. Ye wren't there when the real discoveries were made. It seems the experts he placed together think the writing was Thalmor styling. They also seem to think these Thalmor are close by. I woudn't doubt it with what I've seen on the road of late.</strong> He said, though despite the grim tidings his mood didn't seem dampened. <br><br>The captains tone and features grew more serious with the next segment, though; and he sighed a bit. <strong>"As for what I've seen of the situation. The Giants are more organized then ye'd expect. Like something's driving em... They attack in unison, defend the same way. Ye'd usually only see one at a time. Now it's a score or more. They use ambush tactics too, and I think they are making bows. That'd be like a balista to the walls of Whiterun. Somethins amiss, and I aim to find out what."</strong> He admitted, which was more then the Captain had said to anyone else when regarding the subject. <br><br><strong>"What do ye make of the situation I described? Thalmor doing? I hear they deal with the deadra often."</strong> Lethander both asked and commented at the same time. It was obvious the captain hadn't had much to do with the Altmer over the years. He'd heard a great deal, but the elves hadn't been directly involved in the Forsworn resurgence. So he'd had little chance to adjust to their tactics. the food set well on the stomach despite the intense conversation. It was tender meat, and the sides were well prepared for such a thing. Altogether, the meal was most enjoyable to those with a taste for such hardy cuisine. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 23:27:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot, Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br><hr><hr>Darian had been out at the stables haggling with horse trader about prices when he caught sight of Adriel sneaking off towards the direction of the Giants Camps.&nbsp; Pointing his finger at the stable master, "You keep considering my last offer, I'll be back later to see if you plan on being a little more reasonable."&nbsp; The large half Breton half Dremora Lord was extremely aggravated.&nbsp; His dreams of late had been filled with an eerie red landscape which vaguely felt familiar for reasons he simply could not imagine.&nbsp; His mother (his aunt Tila) had not as yet told Darian the full truth of the circumstances surrounding his birth so he had no clue as to his true heritage.&nbsp; He had no way of knowing that it was because of the proximity and use of a certain Daedric Relic that his dreams had gone into over drive with this strange red eerie world.&nbsp; This was not the first time they had manifested themselves to Darian but this was by far the most concentrated and long lasting they had ever been.&nbsp; <br><br>On top of everything else there was this unrest concerning the latest problem with the Giants.&nbsp; There indeed had to be some sort of strong magic at work because Giants simply did not act this way.&nbsp; Following along behind Adriel without her knowing he was even there Darian dropped back when he first spotted the Thalmor especially when he saw that Adriel had already made it to Hildr's side and there would not be enough time for him to join them without the Thalmor getting a lock on their position.&nbsp; Instead he dropped back into a position behind the so called high elves and watched.&nbsp; <br><br>There were only a half dozen or so of them but still it would require stealth and skill to bring them down and still leave one of them alive enough for questioning.&nbsp; Taking aim with his daedric cross bolt Darian fired off his first shot followed swiftly by another.&nbsp; His first shot struck true and one of the Thalmor dropped to the ground with a burned out hole in the back of his head.&nbsp; The second one also dropped like a fly in a similar manner.&nbsp; However by this time the Thalmor were ducking into cover and searching for the one whom had dared attack them.&nbsp; But Darian had already moved from the direct area he had shot from and was working his way back around in a slow arch drawing the Thalmor's attention so that Hildr could make the next move.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 09:48:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare</span></div><br>Lethander seemed to grow worried when Ru rose from her seat. His eyes stayed on her as she ventured about the room, though they quickly locked upon her motions and the drawing as she came back to the table. The Captain analyzed the sketch before him, and his eyes narrowed as she explained what it was. It was obvious he wasn't familiar with magics, but he was familiar with tactics used by mages. So it seemed he understood what she was saying, and an exasperated sigh left his lips at her theory. As she continued with questions about the Jarl, it seemed he couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle. <br><br>The Captain leaned back a bit then, and with a finger tapping the table he began to explain. <strong>"Whiterun is at the center of Skyrim. There is no shortage of people that'd want to take it fer their own. Control of Whiterun would be the first step toward controlling the cenrtal plains, and that would be useful to anyone who wanted to take control of the region."</strong> The words seemed dark, like he was reflecting on a fact that often gave him trouble when he was charged with the defense of it. The Captain didn't seem a man to back down from that sort of task, though; and it showed with determination in his eyes. <br><br><strong>"As fer what they may want; well, there is something. The Item came into the Jarl's possession some years back. I can't say with certainty what it is, or even if it's to blame at all. He didn't mention it to Lucretia, and she's the one who gave it to em in the first place. She's a member of the Blades; or was until a year past."</strong> Lethander explained, giving her more information then he should have on the subject. It was obvious the Captain wouldn't normally have given such things away, but it seemed he was beginning to trust her. And trust from a man who's job was to be suspicious of others, wasn't something easily gained.<br><br>Lethander's eyes narrowed a bit more, though; and sigh followed as he shook his head. <strong>"Even still, that wouldn't explain it all. One item wouldn't draw the Thalmor. It'd be a prize fer sure, but if they are here they'd want the Keep. Beneath it rests a Dragon, and the hold itself is more valuable to their kind then anything it may house."</strong> He explained with certainty, seeming to be sure that this wasn't merely an attack on Whiterun; this was the start of a full scale invasion on Skyrim as a whole. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 15:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriel, Giants, Thalmor, Darial<br><br>Hildr heard Adriel point out the hiding spot she found, and she nodded in turn to her, as she glanced over at it, <strong>"Good spot,"</strong> she priased the breton girl. However, before she could even begin to plan their next move, a Thalmor fell dead, followed by another. Hildr knew this would become chaotic very quickly, and they had to think just as quickly to maneuver the situation to their adventure. In that instant, she let fly her arrow and the moment the arrow flew loose, she grabbed Adriel forced her down, and took off as quickly as they could without giving away their location to the Thalmor. She tried to stick to cover as much as possible, slipping from tree to tree, to whatever could hinder the elves attempts to spot them. She glanced back just long enough to watch the elf she'd targeted go down with an arrow through their throat, and she muttered to herself, <strong>"One."</strong><br><br>As they moved, she notched a second arrow, and as they neared the spot that Adriel had spotted, she let loose another arrow, bringing down a second Thalmor, muttering, <strong>"Two,"</strong> as they fell. She then spoke to Adriel, without taking her eyes off the Thalmor, notching another arrow and keeping crouched, <strong>"It seems we have a friend... and we're attacking from opposite directions... good, they'll be confused, and won't be sure where they can hide from our attacks... we can take these elf bastards down. Just keep your head down and stay near me. These are not simple beasts we fight... the elves may look frail, but they're cunning and deadly foes."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 19:37:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, The Kitteh, Imperial Swordswoman<br><br>Nalie set the scroll aside and looked to the Jarl at his words. <strong>"I did not miss the script. Tis the script of a noble Thalmor. It does seem familiar, but I can not place where I have seen it, or who rather..."</strong> her eyes went to the page that lay the threat against her. The words jumped at her, how had they known she was called upon? Lucretia's words brought her from her darker thoughts however and she gave a nod before glancing at Frothar. <strong>"Yes, an enemy is what you'd call me. Among other things, their words being traitor."</strong> she didn't mention that she was also a former noble within their own house. <br><br><strong>"Have you, run in's with the Rotecar family?"</strong> she said, the words dealings coming out as though she were dressing the words carefully. Her words filled with curiosity, not many got the pleasure of surviving her family's run ins unless there was something to be gained from it. Who had she met with? She kept her questions regarding that silent however and placed her open palm on the table, she'd ignored the outburst, and the half-breed's leaving. However it was now she thought of something. Perhaps they should all stick together and work on this as one. Like she'd said, she was a scholar. Sure her training made sure she could fight better than any other scholar, but a swords arm or two could be useful. <br><br>She'd send a messenger later after the half-breed, <strong>"I think I am done with the scrolls, for now anyways. Is there a particular area for the Giants where they seem more aggressive or easily aggravated?"</strong> she crossed her arms beneath her chest, her hip resting against the table as she looked the Jarl over, then turned her gaze to Lucretia and Jo'Shaar. If the cat was to come she'd need Lucretia that much was obvious from the way the Khajiit acted towards her. Though she had a feeling that if she knew what her connection to the Rotecar family was, then she'd be more likely to end with a blade in her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 04:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot, Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br><hr><hr>'Very good job shield sister... living up to your name as always, very good job indeed.'&nbsp; Darain thought as he once again taking aim with his Daedric Crossbow.&nbsp; Once again two Thalmor fell leaving only one standing but only long enough for two more bolts to find each of his legs bringing him down as well very much in pain but also very much still alive.&nbsp; <br><br>Cautiously yet swiftly keeping an eye out for other Thalmor which might have been about Darain made his way under the cover of the trees and larger boulders towards the Thalmor who had only been injured.&nbsp; Moving swiftly up behind him Darian delivered a blow to the elves head with the handle of his short sword knocking him out fully.&nbsp; Only after tying the elf up securely did Darian move to begin searching the bodies of the dead Thalmor.&nbsp; He was looking for any written instructions they might have been given.&nbsp; And if they had any coin or jewelry these two would find there way into the companions pockets.&nbsp; The armor was worth a pretty coin as well but he was not the only one who could take credit for these kills so he saved half the spoils for Hildr.&nbsp; <br><br>Although even with knowing he was sharing the spoils that didn't mean he couldn't start stripping the elves of the unneeded armor.&nbsp; The faster they were done the better.&nbsp; And he wasn't sure if Hildr would want to keep up with her appointed watch or if she would be returning to Jorrvaskr with him.&nbsp; If she was going to be remaining he would be sure to take 'half pint' (Adriel) with him.&nbsp; Though her heart was in the right place she was simply not quite ready to be out in the field just yet.<br><br>In the pocket of the inner clothing by one of the elves he found a letter but it was fully written in their flowing script.&nbsp; Which even after years of study Darian still had a hard time reading it with any type of real success.&nbsp; The fault was in their handwriting.&nbsp; Text book wise he would have been able tor read it but their handwriting was far to loopy and flowing for him to follow completely.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 06:00:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Great hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Those in the Jarl's Hall<br>Lucretia smiled at Jo'Shaar's analysis, it gave her a good idea of where to start, they'd need more information before all was said and done, but she now knew that the Thalmor were both nearby and that they had a supply line all the way to central Skyrim at least. She knew he was correct that someone could have stolen the perfume, but that didn't explain the script. She could read Thalmor script fine, but her writing of it would only pass scrutiny of the lowest of the elves. It was then Nalie seemed to come from her daze, and Lucretia's attention was snapped to her. <br><br><strong>"Yes, I've had run ins with the Rotecar family."</strong> She answered the question cautiously, the elf's interest was slightly unsettling, but given that she'd asked Nalie if she was an enemy of that family, it was a fair question, and truthfully should have been expected. As Nalie was more or less giving her leave, Lucretia turned to the Jarl. <strong>"I think we're done here as well Jarl, unless you want to tell us what the Thalmor want from you."</strong> She said to Frothar, her tones perfectly neutral and polite, before she turned to Jo'Shaar. <br><br><strong>"I think if you're interested in it, we'll work a spell tonight to see what we can discern. I'll give the details in private, but I think you'll go for it."</strong> She explained to the Khajiit, a faint smile playing over her lips. The spell she was talking about wasn't one she was fond of, but casting with another was not something a mage got to do every day. She turned back to the Jarl, and raised a single brow. <strong>"Are you going to offer us a place to stay, or would you prefer to risk us trying to kill more of your thane's prodigy.?"</strong> She asked in those same polite but cold neutral tones, thinking her work done for the moment, until she could get more information on the subject.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 19:22:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div><br>More and more people seemed to be leaving the Grand hall as the scholars went about their business, and before long it was simply one lonesome servant tending to their needs. The Jarl had just finished his second tankard of Nordic Mead when the group's question's came at him again. He nodded at Lucretia's final request before responding to anything more, but his eyes had an eerie sort of unease to them. <strong>"I think we both know damn well what their after, Lucreatia."</strong> Frothar told her flatly, and from his robe was pulled another slender scroll. It was one not shown with the rest of them, but slowly he unfurled it across the table. <br><br>There on he surface was a design, it was the design of an ancient mask; the type once used by the Dragon Priests that predated the first empire. The Jarl looked to Lucreatia more gravely then, and sighed. <strong>"I remember what you said those masks were capable of. Now the question that's been bothering me, why does the Thalmor all of a sudden want the Mask you brought me years ago? What didn't you tell me about the item?"</strong> Frothar asked suspiciously, even as the Jarl snapped his finger for the servants to begin preparing all three rooms for the night. <br><br>The lass left the room to do such then, leaving the lot of them alone in the grand hall. The Jarl took another drink of mead, however, and rose from his seated position as he called for another servant to come collect the scrolls. <strong>"I don't know what their doing here, but it's certain they aren't after just one thing. This is a well planned strike, and one I'd wager they have a lot riding on."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Giant's Camp</span></div><br>It seemed things were going well for the companions as they managed to lay waste to their marks. Hildr and Adriel somehow managed to make it to the hideout point with just a few moments to spare, but that's when the shattering noise of a scream pierced the air. Adriel gave a frightened wince at how it lingered for a moment before being abruptly ended. They were in a grove like enclave, surrounded by a hill with a sturdy cavern behind them. The girl quickly made her way inside the cave, becoming small in the back of it as she called out to Hildr. <strong>"You don't think the Giants could hear that, do you?"</strong> The question certainly warranted a mention, but it was hard to tell when things were now so quiet. <br><br>It was uncertain whether Darian knew about the nearby Giants or not, but soon there would be no question about it. The ground began to shake beneath him as what seemed like a step drew nearer, then the entirety of the ground shook as what felt like three pairs of giant feet came down. If he bothered to look, the companion would clearly see the forms of six Giant's three of them following the direction of the scream, while the other three hoisted something that would clearly strike the companion as strange. They were hefting what looked like bows; massive ones made of mammoth bone. The Giants had constructed bows, and they were notching ballista sized arrows in his direction<br><br>Meanwhile, the companions at the grove would easily hear the thundering footfalls growing nearer. Adriel seemed to calm herself as she lowered to the ground. Hildr would be able see the towering figures approaching her allies position, but not quite where Darian was. This had just turned into a deadly game of hide seek, with so many Giants and only two and a half warriors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 20:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>Once Summoned before the Jarl</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone in the Hall<br><br>Looking at Lucretia seriously and nodding his head at the time Jo'Shaar then turned his attention towards the Jarl. The question of where they would stay for the coming night at least was now answered then. That did relax him somewhat at least, his expression remaining somewhat serious though. The presence of Thalmor in the incidents did worry him but at the same time he felt grateful about the fact he had found himself besides an ally. Someone he figured he could trust in case of trouble. To find that bond forming that swiftly did surprise him but at the same time Jo'Shaar had to admit he had felt like trusting her from the moment she came to his aid, and the way she'd been acting only encouraged that bit of loyalty on his part. <br><br>Nonetheless, as he looked at the Jarl and Lucretia converse, he hummed briefly. <strong>"Jo'Shaar will help with things where Jo'Shaar can, but this one would like to say this one has been on foul mood ever since having his tail stepped on."</strong> He paused, looking over at the Jarl and nodding his head a little. He had been angry at the accusation too, and being put on trial, feeling like they were being blackmailed. Still, the Jarl had dealt with it, or at least handled it with Lucretia, and in turn he had to wonder if his outburst had carried on further than necessary. <strong>"This Khajiit also dislikes facing accusations, many Khajiit get a bad reputation, this one has kept his paws clean. So accusation like that got this one angry. Jo'Shaar does realize he spoke in anger. So, Jo'Shaar says he spoke too fast, and will treat Jarl with respect as long as no false accusations happen."</strong> He still felt his comment was a little scatching still, but he tried to make it more polite.<br><br>There was a serious expression on his face as he bowed his head slightly, though not nearly as much as what he had done with Lucretia. Still, the Khajiit was showing his own measure of respect to the man at least. Especially given that he wasn't being treated <em>poorly</em> among the people in the hold. Things had definitely improved, after all. Yet at the same time he had gotten his tail in a knot over the accusation, given his personal history.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 21:38:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare: Ru'Ashka's Room</span></div><br>Lethander listened to Ru's words, seeming interested at first. When she began talking about things only a few would know of here in the Hold, his face turned from entertained to shocked. He continued listening to her words throughout the story and explanation, it was unclear if he was doing such out of courtesy or just surprise. He sat there as she rose, still seeming in contemplative thought. Finally his blue eyes came up to her's with a sigh, and he shook his head. <strong>"The thought has been considered. It's why we've tightened the security, even had the court wizard arrange for 'additional guards'. Without me in the keep, however; I fear it may be fer not."</strong> The cracking of his calm was obvious in his words. The surprise of his birth savior standing before him had not been something the Captain was prepared for. <br><br>Lethander seemed to consider those words for a moment, eyes still on her's while an obvious conflict arose inside him. Finally, his mouth started moving. <strong>"What they are after, only I and the Jarl know about. I figure he'll tell Lucretia, though. It's a mask; similar to the one ye showed me. Though it's not the same one."</strong> He explained, standing from the chair as he did such. <strong>"Lucretia was charged with storing the Item, and Frothar took it from her as a favor. From my knowledge, the Blade's tasked her in finding a safe keep for the relic. She know far more about it then we do; the stories she told the Jarl certainly made him believe it was important."</strong> The Captain's fingers tapped the table as if there was more to the story then he was letting out.<br><br>After but a moment of thought, Lethander made an exasperated sigh. <strong>"The next bit will likely cost me my position. I doubt Frothar will even let Lucretia know. The Jarl donned the mask at the beginning of these attacks, and it overwhelmed him. He managed to slow their progress with it, but since he's had strange dreams. Cut ins to the future."</strong> His eyes cast down then, but soon his fist gripped as he seemed to pull himself back together. His face realigned, before he stood straight in his trademark upright posture. <strong>"The keep is at risk with my outing, however. I should be heading back."</strong> He announced, but just as those words ended, candles within the bannered mare began flickering. <br><br>A shrill wind on this calm night sent the shutters bursting open just to Ru's left, and a wisp of purple wind passed through them with an enchanting cry. <strong><em>The Soldier's play... Me thinks the Soldiers should play with me."</em></strong> The harrowing, yet whimsical voice called out. And before the two of them it materialized, swirling into a vortex that formed formed the wispy silhouette of a woman. Energy radiated from the woman's fingertips as a giggle rang out; one that threatened to ensnare the minds of those that heard it. <strong><em>"Come Soldiers; let us play."</em></strong> The form beckoned, and from it's fingers those wispy tendrils of energy lashed out at the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Dragon's Reach Great hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Those in the Jarl's Hall<br>Lucretia didn't like the look Frothar got on his face for a number of reasons, it wasn't ho grim he got, or the narrowing of his eyes, but the fact that he seemed to all of a sudden blame her for it. She raised a brow when he told her they both knew what the Thalmor want. <em>Oh, Really? Well, I've no idea.</em> She thought bitingly as he pulled out a scroll he hadn't yet shown everyone, and laid it out for her. She looked over it, and paled suddenly. The more she read, the more she seemed to look sick. By the time she'd read it three times, and Frothar had spoken his piece, as well as Jo"shaar having made what amounted yo an apology to the Jarl. <br><br>She was still pale, when she finally brought her eyes from the scroll, but her jaw was set, and a close observer might notice she was grinding her teeth. <strong>"Jarl, I could explain the situation to you, but that would only put you and your people at more risk. If they thought they could get more than what they have from one of your's..."</strong> She trailed off the grim sentence, knowing he could put enough of the pieces together, that the mask was only one part of a larger work. <br><br>Her mind raced to the years before when she'd been ordered to find a safe place for the mask, and she had thought she'd found a safer place than most in Dragon's Reach. It wasn't like the Jarl or even his court wizards were likely to figure out the larger puzzle, and by itself the mask was powerful enough that most would be content with it. She'd presented it as a gift, and then put it out of her mind. Lucretia swallowed, beginning to wonder if she'd given the Thalmor the location of the Mask while, but she could remember the last three months she spent as their prisoner, so she couldn't be sure. <br><br>Lucretia noticed she'd been gazing into space, and focused once more on the Jarl. <strong>"Jarl, I've a lot to do, and little time to do it, and I'm sure you're quite busy yourself., so I'll be on my way."</strong> She began three fast paces to the double doors, before she turned around to look at Jo'Shaar. She hesitated for a fer seconds, before deciding to just do it. <strong>"We're gonna need blood. A lot of it, the closer to human the better. Pigs would probably be best. Baring that, get the blood of the most expensive animal you can find, I'm sure the jarl'll pay for it."</strong> She explain to Jo'Shaar, knowing such things were sometimes needed for alchemy, and he'd know where to find it better than she would. Without the Blades backing her, she would actually have to get to know a place before she could get the supplies she needed on short notice. With that taken care of, she went to find the "patrons" of the Batteborn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 06:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot, Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br><hr><hr>"By the Gates of Oblivian what kind of spell work is this?&nbsp; Giants with bows?&nbsp; You have to lay off the mead for awhile Darian."&nbsp; The half Breton half Dremora Lord said to himself as his jaw nearly dropped to waist level even as he quickly dove for cover among an outcropping of boulders.&nbsp; The concept of a giant with a bow was simply almost to much to believe but there were three of them one of them firing off the huge ass arrow which shattered on the boulder a few feet away from him sending of slivers of bone flying everywhere. Several of them lodging in a couple places on his arms where his armor did not cover.&nbsp; A deep growl of frustration and pain rising in his throat which he cut off with some effort of will.&nbsp; No it was not time for the beast.&nbsp; Not just yet.&nbsp; He may be able to take out a couple giants perhaps even three in his beast form but he'd never be a match for all six of them this was going to call for some very careful planning on his part if he and his shield sisters were to make it out of this one in one place.<br><br>Unknown to Darian there was an even far greater danger abroad than he could even imagine.&nbsp; &nbsp;For somewhere in the area there was an extremely old and powerful ancient Daedric artifact at work.&nbsp; Something so strong and powerful that only his Daedric blood understood it on a instinctual level.&nbsp; A long forgotten and lost Daedric Artifact.&nbsp; One which directly affected his Daedric Blood.&nbsp; Waves of power which had been soaking into his soul without his knowledge from the time he entered the scene to do battle with the Thalmor began to open pathways in his mind which he never dreamed even existed.&nbsp; <br><br>Gathering power to himself Darian concentrated intending on throwing a powerful Fire Rune in the path of the giants.&nbsp; What happened instead both petrified and thrilled Darian more than he had ever been in his life.&nbsp; Feeling the power of the spell leave his hands Darian knew it was going to be powerful enough to cause some real havoc for the Giants.&nbsp; The sky suddenly darkened taking on a reddish tint as an Oblivian Gate suddenly opened up before the lead giant carrying the bow.&nbsp; The air filled with thunder and a deep throbbing power as the temporary very unstable Oblivian Gate (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Oblivion_Gate.jpg) opened swallowing one of the Giants and spewing out two Daedra Spiders (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Spider_Daedra.jpg) in the process.&nbsp; With the sound of an ear slitting explosion the gate vanished as fast as it had appeared leaving the ground shaking in its absence. <br><br>Darians Breton blood wanted nothing more than to cower in fear.&nbsp; His Daedric Blood sang with an exileration the likes of which he had never known before.&nbsp; It was his werewolf blood however which sent him into action.&nbsp; Under the cover of the distraction of the appearance of the gate Darian with a mighty roar stood and fired off two shots from his cross bow.&nbsp; His eyes glowing a deep blood red even as two small black horns worked their way out of his forehead.<br><br>One bolt from the daedric crossbow striking one of the giants with the bows straight in the eye.&nbsp; The other missing its original mark but lodging in the shoulder of the giant just behind the first.&nbsp; One of the Daedric Spiders sped off towards the three Giants going in the direction of the fallen elf.&nbsp; The other immediately throwing itself into action against the other two giants only moments after Darian's cross bolts had found their mark.&nbsp; With another half roar half battle cry Darian placed his cross bow back on his back drawing his Daedric short swords and raced into the fray.&nbsp; His battle cry so loud and long it rang out strong even against the walls of Jorrvaskr itself.<br><br>There was not a speck of fear in his heart for the Daedric Spiders... somehow he understood they would not even try to do anything to him.&nbsp; Which liberates his action in only striking at the bow wielding giants first for they posses the greatest threat at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 17:41:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriel, Darian<br><br>Hildr was a bit surprised that no more Thalmor came... but then let out a slight chuckle as she realized they must have all fallen, and she muttered to herself, <strong>"I see, one would think the Thalmor would bring more men before daring to walk into Nord land..."</strong> She was about to replace her bow, and get to returning to town, when she heard an ungodly noise, and quickly ducked away behind cover, signalling for Adriel to do the same. As she saw the giants approach with their massive weapons, she was absolutely baffled... though somewhat relieved... this was CERTAINLY something to report. Her mission wasn't a complete failure after all.<br><br>She wasn't given much time to celebrate her little victory, however, as she quickly remembered that someone, though she hadn't gotten a look at who, had helped them, and was now out there with those giants. She took a step out of the cover of their hiding spot, turning to Adriel, about to speak, when the entire sky changed... shifting into a red tone, she tilted her head as her words left her unspoken. Her face held at first a look of confusion... and then they went wide with terror as she realized just what this was. She'd heard stories, the tales passed down from generation to generation, of the events that became known as the Oblivion Crisis. <br><br>She looked back at Adriel for a moment, not knowing what was going on, but knowing that there were strong odds that it would be dangerous. She swallowed her fear, knowing that she needed to be strong at that moment. She took a few steps over to Adriel, looking her over for a moment as she seemed to be contemplating her actions in her mind, before speaking, <strong>"That red sky reminds me of the tales of the Oblivion Crisis, Adriel... Whatever is going on, I fear, is very dangerous. But I need to make certain that whoever came to our aid back there is still safe, and I'm not certain how safe it would be for you alone out there. You are a Companion, though, you are not a helpless child. Stay close to me, be ready to defend yourself, and be ready to run if I tell you to, understand?"</strong><br><br>The roar she heard even as she spoke only made her wonder, even more, what was going on, and whether or not she shouldn't just take Adriel and rush home to town. Still, the way she saw it, no self respecting Nord would ever leave an ally, even an unknown ally, in that kind of danger when they came to her aid. She was honor-bound to try and investigate this matter, and lend what aid she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 22:55:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> White Run; Dragon's Reach to Alchemist's Store<br><strong>Time:</strong> After the Meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucretia, then Open<br><br>Lucretia's request for blood, or rather the statement they needed blood made Jo'Shaar wondr slightly what she might have in mind but he was not about to question her. Nodding his head seriously, he spoke in a quick reply. <strong>"This one has worked with the alchemist in town before, this one thinks she has blood for alchemy or other purposes. This one will retrieve some, and tell her Jarl will pay."</strong> He made this comment off-handed, fairly sure he'd have to pay some from his own coin to get the woman to believe him, but he'd have to see.<br><br>Making his way from Dragon's Reach to Arcadia's cauldron, the Khajiit cleared his throat slightly on noticing the woman behind the counter sorting through the alchemical supplies. Raising his voice he spoke up seriously, looking at her quite intently. <strong>"Jo'Shaar is back. This one brings an odd request. Jo'Shaar needs blood, plenty of it. Jo'Shaar can pay some now, but Jarl requested aid so Jo'Shaar hoping the Jarl will cover the rest. Pigs blood if possible, can this lady help? Jo'Shaar would rather rely on her than one of the farmers."</strong> He spoke seriously and honestly. If he had to, he would visit the farms to get blood from the animals there but if Arcadia could provide for him what he needed he would pay her prices and he would even be willing to work off some of the price by putting some potions together for her. After all, some of them left a nausea behind or discomfort for several hours, simply being close enough to breathe the vapors created in the process. <br><br>Still, he looked at the alchemist with a serious expression, waiting to hear her thoughts. He was a guest in Whiterun, and wanted to hear her thoughts first, not having even taken the time to check if there was anyone else in the room right then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 00:07:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Giant Camp</span></div><br>The sudden change in scenery had the Gaints reeling for a moment. The flash in the sky a call to them, but that call was ended when one of their own found himself pulled into the unstable, near translucent gate. Such a thing hadn't been seen since the Oblivion Crisis nearly three hundred years prior, and the sight was sure to make a scene for those all around Whiterun. Regardless of he impending doom, the fight raged; deadric spiders now joining to aid the fledgling cambion.(Half Demon) Chitinous cries echoed as they clashed with the Giant archers, mandibles striking ligaments in their legs to administer their deadly poison. The two flanked the leftmost archer with those tactics.<br><br>Howl's echoed from the archers mouth, but his hands reached to grab a mandible from one and tear it clean off. Chitinous squeals echoed as the deadric ichor seeped from the torn limb, but the other just sunk fangs deep into the creature while the demon's clawed legs rended it's backside. The gaint's bow swung low to pierce the rear flanking spiders eye, but soon after the towering foe crumpled from the deadly poison coursing through it's veins. Falling forward, it crushed the spider beneath it with a sickening crunch, leaving just one on the field in it's wake. <br><br>Meanwhile Darian charged the center, and as he drew within melee range, he'd notice the the perceived clubs were not clubs at all. He'd realize, even in his state, the sharpened edges of a crude mammoth tusk sword in the Gain'ts hand. The companions daedric blades carved deep gashes into the giant's waist and legs, but it only roared with a vengence. Bringing a powerful swinging blow down, the blade in it's hand soared toward Darius's head. Another was fast approaching, his steps causing the ground to rumble, and a large stone club swung toward Darius's back within just a moment of the first's slash. Two of the three were upon him, and the only thing keeping all three from him was the Daedric spider spitting a sticky web at the thirds feet.<br><br>The spider was quickly rushed upon by another of the archer's, however, as the last released another ballista sized bolt. Their aim was shown in this, however, as the projectile soared past the spider and crashed some distance away, sending more shards of stone splintering. That's when Adriel and Hildr would be glad they took cover, for the shards merely bounced off the stones leaving the young companion to wince. <strong>"I understand!"</strong> She answered in a panic, but it was shown that panic was not clouding her judgement. The young girl rose at that point, and her left hand waved as her natural gift of magicka shone.<br><br>A brilliant energy washed over the two of them then, concealing their forms from view. <strong>"It wont last long, but it should be able to get us a good shot in. After we attack, it'll disperse."</strong> The young one informed and warned, before she awaited Hildr's lead. Bow drawn, and while the two of them could easily see each other, no one else would be able to. Not with normal vision, anyhow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 10:25:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare</span></div><br>Lethander shuttered when the cool voice rang out throughout the room. His shoulders stiffened as the words came through, but he stayed the course through it even as Ru's Magic worked it's number. <strong>"Careful, the Siren's voice calls!"</strong> The captain screamed through the deafening chill, even while the lashes were deflected from both of them. He stood for a moment, before the sword at his hip was drawn. <strong>Keep it distracted with the magic, I'll handle the rest!"</strong> He said, and then he rushed the spirit, the first slash passing cleaning through the creature.<br><br><strong>"Dammit!"</strong> the nord protest, even as the Siren giggled with a tone louder then the wind. Her form swirled, but still stayed like she was simply a part of the wind that disrupted attacks. Her form swirled again, this time faster, and a deafening giggle echoed. <strong>"You'll be sorry for not playing the game!"</strong> Those words rang out, and her form twisted so fast it became a mini twister inside the room. Books and tapestry raised from it's places on the shelf, spinning about the mass of destruction that whirled in their midst. <strong>"Inform the Jarl. Yer the only one that can describe this!"</strong> <br><br>Those were Lethander's words as he dashed from her cover, his blade once again arching in a powerful strike against the creature. This time, however, it managed to pierce the veil that separated the two. Nordic steel sliced through translucent flesh at that point, and a crimson fluid spilled into the air. <strong>"Now, while she's distracted: Attack!"</strong>&nbsp; Lethander called, even as the backlash of such a strike consumed him. Electric energy consumed the man, radiating throughout him with a pulsing energy. The siren seemed distracted with her prey and the bite of the wind. Even if it wasn't what Ru had hoped, the beast was distracted; and this was her chance to strike a killing blow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 07:32:57</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Cloud District; around the Battleborn estate.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Nearing Dusk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, but I doubt anyone's free to jump in.<br>Lucretia walked along the path to the Battleborn estate, knowing full well that this wasn't the brightest idea she'd ever had, but she needed to contact her former brothers of the order. She kept out of sight comming here, but she doubted she'd be able to get past all the Blades if they were in fact here, and if they weren't she could be fairly sure they'd get her message with what she had planned.<br><br>Ad she came closer the estate, she could see lights in some of the window, so someone was home. It was just a matter of getting there without any witnesses, she wasn't stupid enough to give them any more excuses to have her locked up. She started to creep around back, ducking under one of the Windows when she heard voices from inside. She tried to listen to what was being said, but the walls and window were too well made to make out what was being said. <br><br>With a shake of her head, Lucretia kept moving, staying low and light on her feet thanks to having left her pack at the Jarl's hall. She just hoped no one decided to go through it, not that she was likely to keep her secrets now. As she came to the back door, she tried to listen through it to no avail, whatever was being said in there didn't require yelling. Lucretia brought her hand up and rapped her knuckles on the solid oak three times. <br><br>It didn't take long for the sound of rustling movement to approach the door, and then the sound of the lock being opened. Summoning a dagger into her right hand she made sure she would be hard to spot at first, and as the door opened she stepped right up to the young man who'd stepped to the door way. Her summoned dagger at his throat, she smiled noticing the young bird who'd spent much of the brawl in the tavern on his back. <br><br><strong>"Step back, nice and slow."</strong> She leaned into him whispering into the young man's ear, as she steered him back towards the common room where his father was seated until she came into view. <strong>"I doubt you have so many heirs that cutting his throat would appeal to you. Stay seated, I'm not here for revenge yet, but if you force my hand I'm not going to tear up over it."</strong> He stayed in his chair for the moment, but she could tell his patience was thinning. <br><br><strong>"I'd like you you to deliver a message for me to you sponsors."</strong> She waited until he nodded, her blade still at his sons throat while her left hand maintained a fist full of his thick hair. <strong>"Tell white king, that black queen will meet him where she first tasted mead."</strong> Short, simple, and to the point, but very few knew that she'd first tasted mead at the Honningbrew brew meadery. She started to retreat back to the back door, making sure to keep the brat between her and the elder Battleborn. She could beat him in a fight, but a fight wasn't why she was here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 03:00:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot, Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br><hr><hr>Part of Darian's mind registered the fact the giants were wielding swords instead of clubs but he didn't really have time to consider these new implications as he ducked from the blade striking at his head.&nbsp; The blade nearly cleaved his helm in two to the point where it drew blood but both halves rolled off of his shoulders even as he dove under the giant striking upwards with the daedra short sword directly into the giants groin area with enough force it went straight up into its internal organs.&nbsp; Giving the blade a savage twist Darian lodged the blade between the giants ribs and left it there even as he rolled out from under the giant away from the one whom just missed his back.&nbsp; <br><br>Coming to his feet Darian dropped&nbsp; his other daedra blade and cross bow even as the change to his ware form began.&nbsp; All of his armor coming off easily as it was designed to do when the change came.&nbsp; With a mighty leap the 9' 400 pound warewolf lept up onto the giants back grabbed a hold of his neck and nearly twisted it off as a long challenging howl escaped from his fanged mouth.&nbsp; Using the falling body of the dead giant as a spring board the wolf lept high again coming down with the claws of one hand racking into the other giants face.&nbsp; while the other hand slashed across the giants chest.&nbsp; Having given in fully to the nature of the Beast Darian went into a full rage giving his already powerful body a large burst of adrenalin.&nbsp; The Circle elder became little more than a blur of dark brownish black fur and claws.&nbsp; But even more so the blood within burned with a lust for battle like it had never done before.&nbsp; With the waves of power emanating from ancient Daedra Relic new knowledge also began to become unlocked.&nbsp; Knowledge which was more akin to racial knowledge than actual book knowledge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 03:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriel, Darian<br><br>Hildr was surprised as Adriel cast her spell and the two of them quickly vanished under its effects, though not as surprised as she had been just a few moments earlier as a the mammoth arrow hit nearby like a meteor. The girl was certainly more resourceful than Hildr had been giving her credit for, and she gave her a thankful nod, and stated, <strong>"Good thinking, Adriel."</strong> She wasn't much of a magic user herself, but didn't have any particular distrust for it. She simply found that her own martial skills served her best. The certainly didn't have time to pat themselves on the back, however, and Hildr quickly signaled for Adriel to move.<br><br>She started running swiftly, trusting the breton girl was following. As they neared the scene, she tried to stick to the shadows, regardless of the spell. If it unexpectedly disapated, the last thing she wanted was to be standing right out in the open. She spotted the figure she assumed had helped them... as he was the only one there who was even remotely human... and it actually took her a few moments to recognize Darian. Her eyes went wide as she soaked in the scene in front of them, a battle of monsters and... Darian looking... strange, though from a distance she couldn't quite put her finger on what was off about him. When he turned into a werewolf, however, her questions ceased. It was time to focus on the fight, regardless. She could question him about it all later, when he was less... furry.<br><br>Regardless, she readied her bow and aimed it at one of the giants, waiting until Adriel was in a good position and ready, before giving her a nod, to signal that the battle was about to begin, and then she loosed her arrow and sent it flying towards the giants face. She wasted no time at all in notching up another arrow and taking another shot, hoping to do as much damage as possible before the lumbering brutes realized where the attacks were coming from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 12:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, Imperial Swordswoman<br><br>As the scroll was revealed, Nalie's eyes lit up, like a child who'd been offered her favorite toy. Was that? But it couldn't be. In all her years she'd never looked upon a true Dragon Priests Mask. Well, not in the physical form. She'd seen plenty drawing to last her a life time, Frothar had one here? Inside his hold? Her eyes moved up to him, then to Lucretia, was it? Her fingers traced over the details, even after the woman left. Eight of these through out the world, or so it was said. She'd always thought the Dragon Born had journeyed to gather them all, he never had spoken if he'd been successful. <br><br>If the Thalmor were seeking it. Her eyes went to the Jarl. What wasn't he telling them? As the servant gathered the scrolls, she waited, he'd had much mead. Perhaps she could, as the humans put it, use her wiles. She rose and brought forth the jug of mead pouring a hearty filling of mead into his goblet. Setting it down she sighed, <strong>"Is there anything more you could tell me...about this mask that is?"</strong> her words were soft, concerned as a friends should be. Her hand rested on the table as she tried to recall which Priest wore that mask. The names of the Priests circulated in her mind as she awaited his response. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 08:05:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Giant Camp</span></div><br>With another giant felled, and Darian now in his war form, the battle seemed to have some grim hope to it. The one beneath certainly didn't think so as powerful shrieks of pains grunted from it's mouth, the creature swinging willdly as he tried to throw the monster from his face. A fist slammed into the werewolf's chest then, so powerful as to even knock it back, but the giant was now left blinded from the assault. Blood poured from the gnarled craters it once called eyes, even as the one approaching Darian's back found not one, but two arrows in it's flesh. The first buried into the creatures right eye, the second into it's chest near the heart. A scream issued from it's lips, even while two more arrows flew from Adriel's bow.<br><br>The youngling had obvious tailed close to Hildr, and her form appeared next to the Nord's as her arrows struck the same beast in the chest. The giant was nearing it's knees from the pain, but each of them felt a rumble from beneath them then. The ground shook with menace, and even the giants noticed it as they found themselves stumbling. Darian was now in the same place the gate had opened, the punch having pushed him there, and beneath his feet an eye of fire seemed to rage. Another quake shocked the understandably unstable earth then, but this time a fissure opened in the ground. <br><br>The great divide took the giants down under first, but another, smaller fissure opened up behind the heroes. It cam quicker, a dark sense of foreboding filled the air as the ground seemed to shatter beneath their feet. All would plummet downward then, the screams of their foes distant now. Darian would feel another force as the ground shattered, one piercing the veil of his war lust; and the single image of woman flashed before his eyes. Too soon they met the underground spring, however, and with a splash reality seemed to flood back. <br><br>Adriel surfaced from beneath after a moment, barely any light shining in from above. The youngling moved her hands in a soft motion before her, and light shone from a blistering ord just above her head. They'd all notice the they fell through not one, but two levels of stone. The one above was now recovered with debris. Around them the water shone, pure and fresh; but the walls were covered in a strange moss. It glowed lightly, shedding some vision; vision that lead to only one corridor. A natural rock path, likely carved from the stream that once flooded this passage like a river before the Jarl's of old built the dam. <strong>"Are you okay, Hildr? Where's the monster at?"</strong> Adriel asked, obviously not clued in to the companions secret like Hildr may have been. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Battleborn's Manor</span></div><br>The Thane clutched tight in Lucretia's arms began to struggle slightly as they neared the exit, yet the elder Battleborn stayed seated. His face was edged with anger, but he kept quiet until the silence was broken by another voice. <strong>"Lucretia. If you want a message delivered, I can send it."</strong> The calm, imperial tone would immediately be recognized by her. It was one of the Blade's she served in Valenwood. Another officer, one that had been recalled shortly before the capture. He looked as good as ever, dark hair still trimmed in a neat fashion, brow eyes her way, standing at nearly six feet in height. He was dressed in the trademark robes the blade's often wore when not on the job, the katana proudly displayed on his hip. <br><br>The man stepped an inch closer to her then, even as the Former Blade would hear another thud behind her. Then the feet carefully stepped back, loud enough she'd know he was stepping away. They were flanking her, but they wouldn't risk the hostage; nor would they risk her leaving with him though. <strong>"If you just want to talk, I can arrange that. It's all he wants to do anyhow. Let the boy go, I promise he'll be waiting."</strong> The offer was extended, despite the elder growing more flustered with this by the moment. Finally the aging man spoke up. <br><br><strong>"Get that wench off my son!"</strong> He screamed, and the Blade just brought a hand up to silence him. Eyes coming to Lucretia's, obviously trying to convince her he wasn't lying. He didn't com closer though, and neither did the one to her rear. It was in her hands so the meeting continued to play out, but it was obvious her old comrade would prefer to simply take her to the meeting now. Though there was no way who knew where she was speaking of, and for that matter did he even know who was speaking of. He seemed to think he did, and that left a wonder to who else was here....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 10:11:44</strong>
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				Lucretia froze as she heard the footsteps, her grip on the Battleborn's hair tightening as she pulled him tighter to her, and pressed the daedric blade hard enough that blood began to trickle down his throat. The voice caused her to tilt her head, and clench her teeth, however. <em>Gaius?</em> She thought of the Blade that had been under her command in Valenwood with mixed feelings. On one hand he was excellent warrior, but he wasn't very good at improvising with orders. <br><br>She swallowed as more footsteps from behind her sounded on the oak floors, and the Battleborn continued to struggle against her hold. She reached her thumb down to his base of his skull and applied pressure enough to cause pain to shoot into his brain. <strong>"Little Battleborn, be still or I'll give you a crippling wound, and then heal it that way."</strong> Her voice was a whisper into his ear as she held Gaius's gaze, keeping her feet moving until she'd reached the center of the room, knowing if she fought her she'd need room to move.<br><br><strong>"I'm pretty confident my message has been received, or will be soon enough, but if you know what I was talking about, Cassiel might wish he didn't need sleep."</strong> Her voice calm as she spoke these words, but this situation was only changed by two factors from her capture in Valenwood. One she had a hostage, and two the people surrounding her were Baldes. Neither factor brought her too much comfort.<br><br><strong>"Baby Battleborn here is gonna be just fine, but I'm not dropping my collateral."</strong> Her voice adopted the Imperial accent as she switched to high Cyrodillic, the language of of choice in the third era imperial heartland. Lucretia found her ground in the center of the room and held her position. Trying to go farther with two Knight Brothers circling wasn't likely to happen, so they were forcing this dialogue with her.<br><br><strong>"You know Gaius, I'm getting tired of people forcing my hand, so if you force it this time beware that I've reached my limit for the day."</strong> With those words, still in her favored language she began to move to the entryway once more, forcing the heir to clan Battleborn along with her, practically daring them to attack. They'd have to take her down in one strike, otherwise she was willing to bring this entire house down, and them what HER war looked like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 15:38:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot, Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br><hr><hr>The wind was knocked out of the circle elder as he was punched in the chest by the giant sending him flying backwards crash landing in the place where the Oblivion gate had been standing before.&nbsp; Springing back to his feet letting out another mighty roar preparing to go back into the fray when the werewolf noticed the red seemingly flaming eye below his feet.&nbsp; However the companion in ware form hardly had time to even begin to contemplate its meaning when the ground beneath him began to shake violently.&nbsp; <br><br>Growling in anger the markings of Mehrunes Dagon glowing a deep red beneath his fur that matched the deep blood red of his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the ground shattered beneath his feet he was struck by another force which pierced the veil of his war lust; with the single image of woman flashing before his eyes.&nbsp; The drop into the crevice was not as straight as one might imagine.&nbsp; Darian felt himself being tossed between the two opposing walls of rock.&nbsp; The rich smell of broken earth becoming almost unbearable to his overly sensitive sense of smell.&nbsp; <br><br>The companion in ware form hit the stream back first which once again knocked the wind out of him the pain shooting through his spine leaving him seeing nothing but red flashes before he blacked out momentarily.&nbsp; It was during this time his form changed back to his human form.&nbsp; The markings of Mehrunes Dagon now a little more easily seen on his naked form.&nbsp; The markings seeming to glow from within with a soft pulsing blood red light.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly Darian sat up placing his hands on his head as sharp flashes of burning pain shot through his skull.&nbsp; Finding the small black horns on his head the circle elder frowned deeply wondering what the meaning of this was.&nbsp; Had those giants some how cast some kind of weird spell on him?&nbsp; No that he simply was not ready to believe.&nbsp; Ok so they had huge ass bows made of mammoth bones and so what if their clubs had actually been shaped into crude swords there was no way in hell a Giant could learn how to use magic powerful enough to make physical changes such as these.&nbsp; <br><br>Groaning deeply Darian managed to pick himself up out of the underground river bed and began to look around first at the stream below his feet the the strange lightly glowing moss.&nbsp; Feeling a draft from the one corridor which had been cut by the long journey of the stream or once raging river.&nbsp; What ever the cause the corridor was there and the cool draft drew goose flesh up and down his arms and legs not to mention the unusual draft around his groin area.&nbsp; <br><br>While scanning the corridor ahead from where he stood he heard a familiar voice seemingly not all that far away.&nbsp; But then again sounds in caves could travel in strange ways if one was not used to being in such places.&nbsp; At first he began to smile as he recognized half pint's voice asking after Hildr.&nbsp; Then he frowned a little realizing he had nothing on save the skin he was born in.&nbsp; Shrugging his large shoulders knowing there was little to be done about it now he slowly begins to make his way in the direction the voice had come from.&nbsp; <br><br>"Adriel?!&nbsp; Where are you are you half pint?&nbsp; Is Hildr still with you?"&nbsp; The companion called out into the near darkness.&nbsp; The water in the stream was cold running over his feet but this too Darian chose to ignore because there was nothing to be done about it at the moment.&nbsp; Then remembering the uses of fire magic he caused a palm sized ball of fire appear floating 6 inches away from his palm.&nbsp; This added a little more light to the darkened cave.&nbsp; Just enough to reveal the fallen corpses of giants.&nbsp; Rummaging through one of their shoulder packs Darian found a black mages robe.&nbsp; Wasting no time he put on the robe which fit snug over his large form.&nbsp; No matter it was better than nothing especially when his shield sisters did not need a full frontal view of his nakedness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 22:06:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Arcadia's Cauldron</span></div><br>The bubbling of the various potions cooking in the Cauldron's back rooms had a wry smell to the establishment tonight. Like honey melding with the essence of something strange. Luckily no patrons were currently in the shop to smell it, aside from Jo'Shaar that was.&nbsp; Standing behind the counter wasn't Arcadia, however, it was her daughter Nessa. The brunette in her early twenties stopped what she was doing with sorting the supplies to stare his way, a smile coming over her lips as he made his requests. She was the one he mostly dealt with, as Arcadia herself was beginning to age, Nessa more often then not looked over the shop. <strong>"Pigs Blood? By Kyne, that's a strange request."</strong> She mused with a giggle. <br><br>Regardless of her reaction, Nessa seemed to pull the list that had accompanied her new shipment, comparing it alongside what was probably the merchant's in recording of what she currently had in stock. After but a moment, the lady sat them down and turned her attention back to Jo'shaar. <strong>"It's used in a number of recipes, and seems I have quite a bit in stock actually. I won't ask what you plan to use it for. You've been a good customer since coming here, and quite the help around the shop on occasion. If you say it's for the Jarl, that's who I'll bill it to."</strong> The young Alchemist said with a smile, holding up a single finger as she gave him a wink. <br><br><strong>"One moment, let me fetch it from the back."</strong> Nessa said, turning on her heels to disappear inside the Cauldron's stock room. It took the lovey imperial but a moment before she appeared again, though now carrying a small crate filled with crimson phials. Setting it on the counter, Nessa then produced a small piece of parchment that she began to scribe the bill upon. <strong>"Just need you to mark this with your sigil, Jo'shaar; then we'll be all set."</strong> She remarked, looking up to him again. With someone under the Jarl's charge giving their Sigil, he'd be required to pay on their behalf. By his own laws. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach</span></div><br>Jarl Frothar seemed exhausted with the exit of Lucretia and her companion. Quickly, he downed the last of his tankard, looking for one of the servants. It wasn't any time at all before Nalie stepped up in their stead, trying her attempt at flirting more information from the man. Frothar smirked at her question, not a smirk of mirth, more the grim half smile of a man in a bad situation. <strong>"I can tell you it's not what you think it is."</strong> The Jarl started, shaking his head for a bit before he tipped back another large swig of the liquor she'd just poured him. <br><br><strong>"It looks like one of the eight; but it's not. Items like these appear only in our most darkest legends, stories of priest that didn't worship the dragons of man. Farengar told me about them when I was a child."</strong> It would occur to Nalie then that she couldn't remember the mask because it wasn't one of those she was thinking of. She'd recall from the drawing mythic lines running through it, and her time back in the Thalmor would rush to her. Those were Daedric Runes; and strong ones at that. The item was certainly forged here, but it was unlikely it was forged by a Nord. And if it was, then these were men were hearts far more black then Sovengarde would ever welcome.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Bannered Mare: Ru'Ashka's Room</span></div><br>The Siren screamed as Ru's spell tore through her, the lightening shocking her even as the added blast seemed to throw Lethander back. His sword clanked to the ground while he shook his head, light areas of his fur cloak being scorched from the blast. <strong>"The witch will regret it!'</strong> The Siren cried, in a voice echoing pain as his form seemed to slither into wispy vapors. With that, her presence was no longer felt. Though words forged on the wall behind her. They weren't crude, but were misshapen like the visage of something which had written with steam. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Sister's should not fight their kin. <br>We await for you to join us.<br>Let these people know their place. <br>Help us let them realize that the empires of man have come to an end. <br></span></div><br>Lethander stumbled a bit more then, catching his footing before he held himself up on the table. At the words now on the wall, his eyes flashed to Ru with some concern. <strong>"Do they know ye?"</strong> He asked, though it wasn't placed with any suspicion. Truthfully, it was doubtful that the Dominion here would know who she was. However, it was quite likely they would have noticed the half-breed's presence within the Hold. Though spliced blood, she was still one of them in the Dominion's eyes. She was mer, and they would try to use her against the men here. <br><br>Lethander frowned after but a moment, and retrieved his sword. <strong>"Come with me back to Dragon's Reach? Ye can explain what happened here better then I. Storms are forming. And I fear they'll swarm faster then we think."</strong> He said with a grunt, before stepping to the door; casting an eye back to the woman whom had just possibly saved his life. The Siren was a half corporeal creature from the lower planes. It was unlikely that the Captain's sword alone could have killed it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 23:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arcadia's Cauldron to Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, later Lucretia<br><br>Looking at Nessa seriously as she giggled at the request he had just made, Jo'Shaar stood mostly relaxed, watching her. He liked helping out with Alchemy when he had a chance, it was good practice even when he was just making things from bought ingredients and mixing them together at the store to sell back. It wasn't that profitable when he couldn't head on out and sell them elsewhere, but Jo'Shaar enjoyed the practice and his sharp nose helped, and besides he enjoyed the reactions the alchemy created. Each new process was a learning experience, in his mind. <br><br>Waiting as she checked on her list, Jo'Shaar hummed casually while nodding his head a bit at the time, waiting for her to go retrieve some as he then dug into his pockets and pulled out the set of gold he had acquired. It wouldn't probably be enough, but it would be all he had at hand so he hoped that it would convince her of his sincerity. He expected the Jarl to pay, but in case he didn't, Jo'Shaar would have to work at the alchemist's store for a while probably, just to pay his debt. Not a pleasant idea as such, it could take a while and he disliked the idea of debts, they meant interest, more often than not. <br><br>So as she returned with the blood, and the parchment with the bill, Jo'Shaar sighed heavily and nod to her. <strong>"This one thanks the lady. Jo'Shaar would wish to pay what he can, for now, and hopes that Jarl will pay as he should, the rest. Jo'Shaar been disappointed before though, so Jo'Shaar swears by Azurah he will cover this later by work if the Jarl ends up being as pig-headed as the source of these vials contents."</strong> He spoke it more or less as a joke, but then set down all the gold he had, other than just a few that he kept to rent a room and pay for a meal that evening. <br><br>One night's supply of gold, even after he had just acquired as much as he could by working in the same store with potions earlier. He didn't want to cheat people though, and made it clear with his dealings. If the Jarl paid the whole sum as he hoped, Jo'Shaar would be back for his own money later, but if not, Jo'Shaar would work it together. <strong>"Jo'Shaar hopes his money will act as collateral, until the Jarl has paid. Again, Jo'Shaar wishes to show he wants to honor his dealings."</strong> It was a touch awkward at times, but Jo'Shaar sought to go at length to prove himself trustworthy, and not just with strangers that had a reason to suspect him based on race alone, but with friends and allies as well. <br><br>Of course, insulting the Jarl wasn't exactly a good idea but in Jo'Shaar's mind the man had started it with the false accusation. Jo'Shaar hated nothing more than such falsehoods. They could ruin lives, and he had an image he had built, and to think that man was so casually slapping it down infuriated the Khajiit. <br><br><strong>"Now Jo'Shaar will mark as requested."</strong> He then leaned ahead to look at the parchment, checking the sum to make sure how much he would owe later on if he didn't get the Jarl's help on the money. Right now, Jo'Shaar really didn't trust the man, but he trusted the woman that asked him to get the blood, so he was willing to take a risk with the Jarl. After checking the parchment, Jo'Shaar wrote down his signature upon it, pressed his fingertips against the parchment briefly and used his other hand to place his sigil onto the page next to his name. <br><br>That business out of the way, he sighed and moved to lift the crate, muttering somewhat to himself. <strong>"Now Jo'Shaar gets to carry this all the way back to Dragon's Reach and hope he gets more answers then."</strong> Only to pause before he reached the doorway, looking back at Nessa. Bowing his head, the Khajiit spoke seriously. <strong>"This one appreciates the business. This one will return again."</strong> This said, he pushed the door with his shoulder and headed out. Only to let out a short yelp as the door shut behind him, on his tail. Wincing and setting the crate down he turned to open the door enough to get his tail out of the way, the Khajiit winced at each step as the tail sought to sway and throbbed reminding him of not letting it sway too far back. Damnit, that smarted. The box of vials wasn't exactly too light either, but Jo'Shaar was used to carrying stuff around anyway. <br><br>All that said and done, Jo'Shaar made his way to the steps to Dragon's Reach, moving on to wait for Lucretia there. Hoping she would be back soon, to carry out whatever plans she might have in mind. Only a few gold coins left to his name, he figured if they had to rent a room to work with the blood later on they could do so. Though he doubted the innkeepers would like to hear people were working with blood in their inn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 03:48:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, Imperial Swordswoman<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as he spoke of the drawing. It was true. Her fingers moved out to trace the Daedric runes that lined the mask. Something about this struck her as familiar, from her time in her families fold. <strong>"Only the blackest of hearts could do something like this..."</strong> she said softly, taking a seat, forgetting the wiles she had hoped to use to get more from him. It wasn't something she was in the mood to do anyhow. Holding up the scroll she stared, trying to recall all of her studies. <strong>"What did Farengar tell you, spare me no detail..."</strong> she set the scroll of to the side, eagerly listening for any information he had to offer.<br><br>It was then that something he'd said earlier snapped in her mind. Why hadn't she said anything then? Her eyes shot to meet his gaze. <strong>"That woman, the one from before. She'd brought you this mask? Do you still have it in your possession? Might I see it?"</strong> She hadn't meant to sound excited, however she was a scholar. It was her nature to find such things interesting. It was something she wished to study. <strong>"Has anyone placed the mask on? What happened?"</strong> Her questions sounded much too curious and she knew it but at this moment she cared not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 22:10:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div><br>Jarl Frothar just blinked at her when she started, slowly beginning to shake his head at how she continued. It seemed he thought her questions were legitimate, but their was reluctance is in his eyes. <strong>"This should not be spoke of here."</strong> His voice called out, more serious now despite even the mead at work. <strong>"If you want to know more, then follow me. It'll be easier to just show you."</strong> The man said, placing his mug down then as he rose to his feet. He motioned for her to follow at that point, journeying to the nearby stairs as he began to make his way downward; toward where the dungeons and the vault met. <br><br>As he descended the Stairs, The Jarl looked back at her with a frown. <strong>"Two people have put on the mask thus far. I'll explain what I remember of Farengar's words, but don't expect to hear like it was told from his lips. It's been years now."</strong> He spoke, feet taking the steps one at a time as they came down to a room she'd never been in before. It was near the vault, but held to the right side of it. When one wasn't standing in front of the stone passage, it may have seemed like just another part of the wall. The Jarl rose his hand to the lever then, though; eyes casting back to her. <strong>"What lay in these chambers, what you see; does not leave this room?"</strong> <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Battleborn's manor</span></div><br>The young man in Lucretia's arms stalled at that point, shifting in her arms only lightly now from fear. <strong>"Fine; just loose the blade a little."</strong> He pleaded under his breath. Her former brother in arms wasn't looking quite as pliant about the situation, though. His eyes kept drifting to the knife in her hands, even as the elder behind him seemed to rise in anger. <strong>"Calm down, Thane. She will kill your son."</strong> Gaius warned him, which in truth seemed to bring the man's tone down a notch or two. The elder Battleborn leaned in the chair then, worry crossing his features as the blade's began their work. <br><br><strong>"Your collateral is only good so long as we know he'll remain safe. I understand your issues, but you're forcing our hand. It often, as you taught me, causes the same to be done in turn."</strong> Gaius explained to her, before his hand waved for the other to clear her path. <strong>"Drop him a ways outside, alive and well. I can't agree to anything less."</strong> He offered then, though Lucretia may notice the surprise in his eyes when she mentioned Cassiel. It seemed he hadn't even thought of the man before that, bringing the rearing question of who he was thinking of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 04:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucretia<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Cloud District; around the Battleborn estate. Later Dragonsreach<br><strong>Time:</strong> After Dark<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gaius, Baby Battleborn. Later, Jo'Shaar<br>Lucretia eyed Gaius as she continued moving her the Battleborn from the main room, and towards the door. She nodded to Gaius as he spoke of forcing hands, but they'd made the first move, she didn't really think they wanted to continue this. Oh, she knew if she fought the order as a whole in an open battle, she'd die, but the damage she would do before then would break the trust they'd built with the Nords. She truthfully didn't want to do that, but if they pushed, she'd push harder. <br><br>The things she'd forgotten while with the Blades, the things her grandfather had taught her. If she'd listened to him she'd have never trusted the Blades the she once had, he'll she might not have ended up in the position she now found herself in. An Imperial renegade, a traitor, but what was done was done, she wouldn't forget again. <br><br><strong>"As long as he doesn't start thinking he's some kind of hero, he'll have no more than a few cuts and bruises."</strong> She said honestly, in all truth if they hadn't shown up he probably wouldn't even have as many injuries as he already did. Now she would have to ensure he couldn't attack her when she released him. She did let some of the pressure off the blade as the either knight brother backed out of the way, and it wad only then she seen the look on his features, the confusion Gaius felt.<br><br>As Lucretia reached the door she paused, still holding the Battleborn born by his hair as she gazed Gaius in the eyes. <strong>"You all think I'm mad or worse, but everything I do has a purpose, and very rarely has it ever been a selfish one. By Talos, Gaius! Can you even count the times I saved your life?"</strong> Without even waiting for a response, Lucretia kicked her heel into the back of the Battleborn's knee, moving her blade from his throat, and pushed him forward. Using that cover, she spun around and left through the door.<br><br>Walking into the cold night, she closed the door behind her, and with a flick of her wrist brought flame down on the door handle, melting it enough to no longer function. Turning from the door, she walked at a brisk pace, drawing up the hood of her cloak as she made her way back Dragonsreach. Her message, assuming Cassiel still served in Skyrim should let him know the time and place she wished to meet, if he didn't show she'd handle things without their help. She no longer trusted the order, not even Gaius, but Cassiel, despite or maybe because if their rivalry and courtship, she trusted.<br><br>Back at Dragonsreach, she pushed open the doors, and looked at one of the servants. <strong>"Inform Jo'Shaar that I request his presence in the courtyard."</strong> She wasn't truly certain that was what the balcony overlooking the the hold in the rear of the keep was called, but it's what one would have described it as in Cyrodil, and so that's what she'd always called it. <br><br>Lucretia walked around the great hall, up the stairs beside the throne area, and made her to the back of the keep towards double door. Opening these brought the chill night air upon her, and the sight of night having overtaken the hold. She checked the balconies that overlooked the courtyard to make sure no one was hiding there, and then&nbsp; She bared the doors that led to them. What she planned was illegal in Cyrodil, and no laws forbade it in Skyrim, it didn't stop Nords from executing practitioners of Daedric magic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 01:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriel, Darian<br><br>Hildr had no real clue what had just happened. All she knew was she was wet. She was very wet, and not in a good way. She remembered a battle, albeit a brief one, she remembered giants... strange giants with strange weapons. She remembered the elves before that, and after it... The Oblivion Gate! With that though she bolted up right as reality returned to her, and she coughed up a bit of spring water that had frustratingly found its way into her lungs. She hacked and coughed a few times as her surroundings came to her and she realized she was underground... in some sort of underground river. And she was wedged rather uncomfortable next to a rock... and after reaching her hand up to her throbbing head and bringing it back to her field of vision covered in blood, it was safe to say she hit her head on the way down; whether on the rock she was wedged up against, or one of the many layers of earth they seem to have fallen through, she hadn't the foggiest of guesses. What she did now was that she was still soaked, her head hurt like there was an orc wedding going on inside it, and... she had no idea how she was going to get out. Still, anything was better than just soaking there.<br><br>She pulled herself up and out of the water, and took a few shaky steps as she remembered how balance and legs worked. It was around then that she heard the voices of Adriel and Darion, and realized they had fallen down there with her. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but worst case, at least she wasn't going to die alone. She tried to call back, only to hack up a little water, before finally calling out successfully, <strong>"I'm here... by the Nine, where are we and how did we get here!?"</strong> Step by wobbly step she attempted to walk closer to the sounds of their voices, her stability slowly returning. <strong>"My aching head... remind me to start wearing my helm more often..."</strong> she muttered as she went along, making a mental note to drown her pain in mead at the earliest opportunity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 16:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot and Adriel<br><hr><hr>Darian sighed in relief when he heard Hildr's voice and began to make his way towards the direction he had heard it coming from.&nbsp; Also grateful that the bottom of the creak bed was more or less smooth from years of river water running over it.&nbsp; With only the occasional large rock to avoid it was rather easy to get around.&nbsp; Wading through a deeper part of the creek Darian stubbed his toe on something very hard but most certainly not a rock because of the texture.&nbsp; Bending down to pick u what ever it was he smiled as he saw that it was the bottom half of his armor.&nbsp; A quick search of the armor revealed that the letter he had found on the Thalmor was still there.&nbsp; This news made him actually smile since the first time he plucked it out of the dead Elves pocket.<br><br>Quickly Darian put on the bottom half of his armor and took off the Black Mage's robe which was starting to feel uncomfortable with the tight fit.&nbsp; But still he kept it with him in case one of his shield sisters needed bandages or just something dry to wear.&nbsp; As far as he knew they had all landed in the water and were sure to be rather wet.&nbsp; "I'm coming Hildr... as near as I can tell we're in an old underground river bed.&nbsp; As to what happened all I know for certain is the earth opened up and swallowed us whole.&nbsp; But if I were to guess I would say that damn Oblivian gate that appeared out of nowhere weakened the ground enough that when those giants came in stomping their huge ass feet they set off enough of a tremor to cause a fissure of some sort to open up." <br><br>Continuing on his journey to find his friends Darian first came across Adriel.&nbsp; Gently laying his hand on her head he tussled her hair a little, "Heya half pint, I sure am glad to see you in one piece.&nbsp; Are you ok?&nbsp; Any serious injuries to look at before we all head towards that passage way back behind me which appears to be the only way out of here."&nbsp; The half Breton half Daedra Lord squinted in the strange light being given off by the moss on the wall trying to see for himself if his young friend was injured or not.&nbsp; Of course by this point with all his worrying about his friends he had forgotten about the small black horns which now stuck out of his forehead nor had he really noticed the markings of Mehrunes Dagon which gave off a very soft deep red glow in the near darkness with all of his residual agitation left over from the conflict with the giants.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 11:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br><br>Nalie sighed. Frothar always seemed to have a flare for dramatics. It was rather annoying actually. She played along however. <strong>"I care not for the long winded tales. True most would find them enthralling, I wish for nothing more than the facts. Farengar tended to take his tales a little too far into detail."</strong> In truth she had enjoyed the talks she'd had with the man. Her eyes went to his as he spoke further, and she raised an eyebrow. <strong>Two people my lord? Might I speak with them. I'd like to know what happened when the masks were placed upon their face. What they felt, how they felt."</strong> For someone who didn't like long winded details she seemed to want them. Always a contradiction, then again most scholars were. <br><br>Her eyes went to the lever as he moved to pull it, and she gave a slight glare. <strong>"Yes, of course. You're not my enemy. I do not wish to expose all of your secrets. My mother is the object of my ire, not you Mi'Lord. Might we lose the dramatics though?"</strong> she said, waiting for him to reveal the door. Then a shout could be heard. Her eyes shot upstairs and narrowed. <strong>"Oh, for the love of Talos!"</strong> she said, not finding the irony in her use of that particular God at the moment. <strong>"Might we do this before you deal with that Mi'Lord, your guards can handle it surely."</strong> She said her stance firm. Nalie wasn't going to be patient much longer, surely whatever was happening upstairs could wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 22:10:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jo'Shaar Zahir<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dragon's Reach; Courtyard<br><strong>Time:</strong> After Dark<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Lucretia, Open<br><br><strong>"This one apologies for his lateness."</strong> Jo'Shaar began while walking into the courtyard, carrying the pig's blood with him as he came closer. Looking at Lucretia he looked around at their surroundings, humming briefly. He wasn't sure what she had planned, but given that blood was involved he would be willing to make a guess it didn't exactly stand to have too many witnesses either. <strong>"Jo'Shaar acquired the blood, this one signed these goods with Jarl's mark, and this one's own mark. If Jarl wont pay, this one will. So Jo'Shaar may need to shake the coin from the Jarl later, or Jo'Shaar might be busy up to this one's elbows in making potions in the store while others are out clearing this matter."</strong><br><br>It was more or less his attempt at humor to clear the air a little, as he walked ahead carrying the crate to where Lucretia was. Setting it down he looked at her seriously, before crossing his arms. <strong>"This one is ready to assist. Jo'Shaar would like knowing what it is that this one will be assisting in though. This one does not judge, travelling has taught this one better."</strong> He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile, looking at his friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 11:30:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Underground River</span></div><br>The crashing of the water on rocks continued filling the air around the three companions, even as the moss seemed to react to their presence. It's soft glow continued to turn brighter, illuminating more of their surroundings as the three ventured closer together. Adriel, despite the strange situations around her, grew quite relieved and excited when she heard her fellows voices in the cavern. <strong>"Yes, I'm over here!"</strong> She called to Darian, and smiled to when Hildr's voice echoed out as well. The wading water, while cold, had at-least slowed the blood flow in Hildr's body enough that her wounds hadn't bled out already. A good thing when one considered how far she may have to walk.<br><br>Further they traveled, but when Darian came into view with his explanations, Adriel's eyes seemed to widen. She didn't step back from the man as he approached, just looked confused even as he patted her on the head. From Hildr's angle as the approached, she'd easily be able to see the glowing marks that crossed his form. What she'd make of it, though, only the nine could say. Still the little Breton's eyes cast up to him, even as her hand reached up to touch one of the markings. <strong>"You've never had these before."</strong> She started with a slight pause of hesitation, then her eyes glanced up to his forehead. <br><br>It was obvious that's where the girl's true worries lay at. The horns that protruded were like something out of a nightmare, something that had climbed out of the darkest reaches of oblivion. <strong>"Those horns, though...."</strong> She managed with a swallow. Her composure was great considering the situation, standing her ground and respecting her elder in the companions as was expected. Though still, her mind obviously quite boggled with the sudden happenings. The moment fled though as a small clicking filled the air, almost like the pops of a an simmering flame that was just about to die out. All around them then, the moss began to glow brightly, enough so to illuminate the rest of the large cavern in a shadowy glow. <br><br>River was indeed more of a lakebed now, but toward the end of it one could easily see a fissure where the water seem to both pout out of from, and drain into. The cavern passage toward the other side came into brighter focus as well at the time, one now being able to see that it stretched into another wider cavern. The faint sight of glowing tree leaves could be seen from this angle, along with what the crashing sound of the waves really was. Beyond those trees rushed a brilliant waterfall, seeming to fall from the River above ground. Such a sight hinted at an obvious exit point, but they wouldn't have much a chance of getting through there. Still, it gave hope that another may not be too far away....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 11:01:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Hildr Trueshot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Whiterun: Underground River<br><strong>Time: </strong>Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriel, Darian<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Well... you two have any ideas on how we're getting out of here?"</strong> Hildr muttered as she approached the others, <strong>"My head isn't exactly at its best state for planning, at the moment."</strong> She reached up to rub her head as she looked around and tried to take in her surroundings. She took immediate note of Darian's... interesting new look, but she decided they could chat about that when they were NOT stuck in some underground... whatever this was. Preferably, they could discuss it when they were back at Jorrvaskr. A mug of mead or twenty was just what the doctor ordered for this splitting headache of hers. She wasn't sure of how they were going to get out... she was having enough trouble focusing on how to walk and think at the same time, so... it was basically up to them to come up with their daring escape plan from their cavernous tomb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 18:15:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon's Reach: The Undercroft</span></div>The Jarl glanced back at the echoing voice, then his eyes regarded Nalie. <strong>"I'm not sure that's wise considering the circumstances, but if you think this could help."</strong> He said before withdrawing the pendant from around his neck. Frothar then pulled the lever. A hatch opened toward the center of the stone, and he placed the medallion against the recess of the hathc. Turning it 'round till the sound of gears shifting filled the air. Before them the door slid open. Before it revealed the personal&nbsp; treasure chamber, one that had been passed from Jarl to Jarl since the keep had first been constructed. <br><br>The Jarl then proceeded withdrew the medallion to enter the chamber, motioning for Naile to follow him. Once both were inside the room, gears clicked again and the passage behind them shut tight. All around their lay exotic coins, swords of ancient legend; then upon a raised statuette in the center there lay the mask. <strong>"The two people to have worn it so far are myself and my Sister. When the troubles first began I believed the mask could aid us. I lack the magical skill to wield it, so I thought my sister may have fared better. She did, but I fear the act took it's toll on her mind."</strong> He explained as he walked forward, grasping the mask before turning to present it to her. <br><br>The Jarl's outstretched hand offered the Scholar a hands on look at the mask. It was just as depicted in the sketch, but a power darker then the black of night emanated from it's surface. For Nalie it was a deep clue to the nature within, as that emanation radiated with the crippling force of Deadric magic. The type commonly felt in her homeland of summerset Isle, but stronger perhaps. <strong>"Ask your questions, lass. Test The Mask if you like, but give me something more to go on."</strong> He ended with that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Whiterun:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 23:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Male_ch_for_skyrim.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Darian Tyberious aka Ty<br><strong>Wearing/Armed with</strong> Dressed in his Ancient Nord Armor (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Nordarmorimg.PNG) armed with specially made with Daedra Cross bolt, bolts enchanted with shock damage and two Daedra short swords enchanted with shock and fire damage. <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Giant Camps<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hildr Trueshot, Adriel and&nbsp; Ru'Ashka<br><hr><hr>Darian followed Adriel's eyes as they drifted up his form and rested fully on his forehead.&nbsp; Reaching up to touch the horns even as she spoke of them.&nbsp; "Yeah I know... and don't even ask why because I have no clue whats going on.&nbsp; All I know is I've been feeling extremely strange since those Giants attacked.&nbsp; It was like there was some extremely strong external source driving them.&nbsp; One which I felt and it somehow spoke to my own soul making me stronger and faster than I ever have been before.&nbsp; Anyway standing around here talking about it isn't going to get us any closer to getting back home what do you say we find Hildr and get out of this place."<br><br>Almost as if on cue Hildr joined them asking how they were going to get out of there.&nbsp; Darian had turned intending on offering some quip that died on his lips as he saw how bad she looked.&nbsp; Looking down on her smaller frame with a deep frown forming on his lips,&nbsp; "First of all Shield Sister I think I'm going to have to carry you out of here.&nbsp; You look like you've been trampled by a herd of Mammoths.&nbsp; There is a tunnel of some sort in back of us the way I just came from.&nbsp; By the looks of it that's going to be our only way out of here." &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Wrapping one strong arm around Haldr's waist, "Come on Shield Sister put your arm around me for support and we'll first see if you can get out more or less on your own power without having to be picked up.&nbsp; But if you can't walk on your own I don't want to hear any arguments about being picked up it's a long way back to Whiterun in of itself.&nbsp; And who knows how much further we have to go to get out of this damned place.&nbsp; As the room began to get brighter and brighter around them Darian looked around them uneasily. &nbsp;"I don't like the looks of this... something very strange is going on around here."&nbsp; Including Adriel in his gaze he spoke again "If you have the strength to do so it might be a good idea to hit us with one of those chameleon spells of yours.&nbsp; We can use any advantage we can get with Haldr here not being in the best shape in the world." <br>
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