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[ImagineVibrance]

Where am I ? Whiterun.

What am I thinking ? "What a strange elf..."

Who am I with ? Me, myself, and I.










The male, clearly Altmer, seemed nearly dumbfounded by their collision. It was an expression Rae didn't quite understand. It was only a mistake. A slip in the rain. A misunderstanding. There was no reason to be so perplexed. The girl raised an eyebrow in question to his words. "Um, excuse me." Two, very simple words were all that managed to escape the mans lips. Rae looked at him for a moment, before her gaze shifted back to that of the building before her. She brushed her damp hair from her fair features, and examined the mans every motion. "Don't worry about it," Rae mentioned lightly, forcing a small smile across her pretty face. "New to Whiterun?" She asked curiously. "The Bannered Mare is where I'm headed. Theres beds, song, and drink. Besides, looks like you need to get out of this rain nearly as much as I do," Rae smiled and shrugged.

The male appeared to be wealthy, and in any ordinary case Rae would have already plotted a plan as to how to get her hands on such wealth. However her most recent scheme had gone wrong, thus, her motivation for thieving had passed. For the time being at least. The girl turned on her heel and entered the inn. She shut the door with a soft creak, before making her way up the steps of the building. The main floor of the inn was filled with life, just as usual. The bard played his music, as warriors cheered and clanked their mugs together. Citizens gossiped about the latest news within the city. Something about a cave of bandits who had taken to kidnapping Altmer. Something like that. Rae hadn't been paying attention to their words. She simply longed to get out of her wet clothes. She reached her room, and shut the door behind her. The girl peeled her damp clothes away, before slipping into her new outfit. It was nearly identical to her previous outfit. The only thing differentiating the two was the colors. Where the fabric was once green, it was now a pale blue. Where the fabric was once burgundy, it was now a deep brown. She ran her fingers through her hair, combing the soft, damp tresses out. The entire routine took mere moments. She exited the room and headed back to the main floor of the inn. Her gaze scanned the building for the perplexed Altmer from earlier.

[Dryson]

Saruin Ingana

The words this lady said seem to sink into Saruins head bringing him back to reality as he quietly repeated her words “ don’t worry about it … what is that suppose to mean……..” he shook his head and then try to focus on where he was. He was in Whiterun a place he purposely went to simply out of boredom, but where is this place located at. He only ever spent time between the Thalmor Embassy and Solitude, was it really that smart of him to use that scroll did those Ignorant Morons back at the Embassy really get that far under his skin that he would stupidly use a scroll without knowing where he was actually going, It seemed that was the case to him and there was no fixing the problem by standing in the rain. So snapping back to reality he took the lady’s notion to head for the Banner Mare.

Opening the door to the Tavern was met with a Foul stench, Saruin could smell this musky filth of all these dirty mercenaries and that Swill the Nords call Mead. The only redeeming allure was the warmth of the fire, an allure at the time he was willing to deal with. He found a empty seat and sat there quietly contemplating his motives for doing what he did, thinking about how different his homeland was to this unforgiving land, he was out of his element here and it made him feel weak. To feel so weak so soon, he was Royalty in his homeland but here he’s nothing. It made him feel fake, like his cruelness was simply tolerated because of his status. His eyes gazed across the room, unfamiliar faces all except the one girl who was looking right at him, his eyes shifted quickly back to the fire hoping she did not catch him staring. What was he to do, he was lost, had no supplies to travel, and his ignorance to the people of Skyrim had prevented him from properly associating with them. He Signed his own death sentence due to his own ignorance. “ I’m so Stupid….” he mumbled

[ImagineVibrance]

Where am I ? Whiterun.

What am I thinking ? "How difficult is it to clear out a cave anyways?"

Who am I with ? Saruin Ingana
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Finally, after much searching she was able to spot the elf from earlier. He was sitting near a fire. His face had confusion plastered among his features, and the girl couldn't help her curiosity. She wasn't exactly sure why the male was so perplexed, however, her curious nature had left her in wonder. The way he was dressed, he so obviously wasn't your everyday elf. Though, this was simply an assumption. Perhaps he was simply wealthy, very wealthy, and had found his way to Whiterun. The girl stepped down the rest of the stairs, grabbed a few mugs of mead, before handing one to the elf and taking a seat beside him. "Stupid?" Rae couldn't help but chuckle to this. "You obviously came to the city on your own accord. Why would there be anything stupid about that?" The fair girl took a sip from her drink.

Next to the two, a rather hefty Nord fellow sat among his friends. The man seemed to be a mercenary, or a sell sword of sorts. He eagerly told his stories, which were so obviously glorified and exaggerated beyond belief. His friends cheered and hollered in response. Rae caught pieces of their conversation, and a small smile of amusement painted her features. The group was comical. She turned her attention back to the elf. "So what's your name?" The girl asked softly. The mans obvious wealth never left her mind. In fact, as she innocently spoke to the elf she was plotting a scam, or someway to get his wealth. She couldn't come up with much. Of course she could have convinced the man to take part in a game of gambling, however that Argonian had made off with her dice. The music of the bard blurred into the scenery. Just as such thoughts of thieving coursed through her mind, she overheard a mercenary speaking of the reward for the return of the imprisoned Altmer in a nearby cave. The reward was massive, not to mention all the treasure she would find in the cave itself. Though, Rae was no warrior, and though she was perfectly capable of taking another for every coin they owned, she could never physically hurt anyone. She could never kill anyone, even if it were in the name of justice. Perhaps, this Altmer could. "Where are you from friend?" The girl asked the elf. "In all honesty, you seem out of place. I have a horse just outside the city. I could help you get home."

[Ghost Of The Celts]

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✠ ALISTAIR - RA ✠
"Silent-Shadow"
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Looking back as he gripped the handle to Belethor's General Goods and entered the building, a slight smirk was brought about his face as he realized how he could have easily given off the image that he had stolen the female's gold and riches. Not to mention the dice he took as well looked pretty nice too. Smiling as Belethor greeted him like usual, Alistair replied back with a kind "Ah Belethor it's great to see you again my friend. I have quite a bit of.. treasures for you to take a look at. Had a nice little run in with Elven Bandits. Took their armor and weaponry. How's business?" then laughed as Belethor complained about the Stormcloak and Imperial rivalry like usual. Untying his items around his waist and setting them on the counter neatly, dividing them into groups such as weaponry, books, armor, and random trinkets, Alistair made sure to keep the female's jewels and dice in his gold pouch safely that way it wouldn't be sold and waited for Belethor to give him a gold estimate on how much he would pay for the goods.

Knowing how Alistair made a five-hundred gold investment in Belethor's store however, he was sure to get at least an above average estimate. Smiling as he got a good gold amount and saw the gold he would receive, Alistair extended his hand and shook Belethor's upon replying "Good doing business with you again my friend. I hope to come back soon with more items for you" and placed all of his newly acquired gold into his gold pouch where it belonged. Feeling much lighter and less weighed down now that everything from his waist was sold, Alistair soon left the building and went across the marketplace to the Bannered Mare to get himself a nice tall cup of ale. Upon entering however, he noticed the female from before and figured it was a goof plan to enter the place since he could kill two birds with one stone and not only get himself a nice food and drink but also give the female her belongings back. Seating himself on one of the stools closest to the door and nodded to Hulda as she came over asking him what he would like and Alistair answering "Ah yes, a loaf of bread and some of your finest ale please", placing the approximate amount of gold needed to purchase the things on the counter and crossing his arms, leaning over to look about the many drink racks against the back wall and everything else within his peripherals.

[Dryson]

Saruin Ingana

Taking the Mug in hand Saruin’s nose sniffled at its aroma and a ill looking feature appeared on his face, but swallowing pride and the ale he took drink followed by a cough of tolerance, “ .. Thank you for the drink, I haven’t had much of this lands local brews” he forced out between his coughs, he then came to answer her question, with a sigh and placing the mug down, his eyes came in contact with her face “ I am stupid because I came here out of ignorance, it did not matter where I was going but rather the place I didn’t wish to be anymore” Saruin followed his words with a deep breath and forced a smile on his face to try and move forward” But now I can see I have to find a way to deal with my problems.”

The sounds of the Tavern started to refine itself within Saruins ears as he moved past his perplexed state. He was now able to listen to the conversation that where being past among its guest and even notice that the girl wasn’t just focused on him. It was clear that he interested her, but only as much as anyone else in this room who would stick out like he did. Then with soft lip she asked him for a name and Saruin wasn’t about to refuse “ Its Saruin Ingana…… and where I am from I’d rather forget…” he suddenly notice the slight distraction in here face but shrugged it off and decided to simply flow with it, she clearly was taking in as much information of the room as possible so that meant him as well. So it didn’t seem to matter at this point that she wasn’t fully focused on him.

Saruin try to figure out what was also grabbing her attention, was it the man bragging about his glory of hollowed victory that clearly showed exaggeration or the missing Altmer…. It had to be the missing Altmer, the gleam in her eye said it all, not because of the deed but the reward, “no that’s not right” he thought to himself so he concluded it had to be something else. Then she spoke again and this time a offer to take him home, a idea he detested at this point that home to him was nothing but a lie, but what could he possibly say except decline without reason “ no, that is not necessary, I do not wish to ever return to my home”

[Mekin Dotelle Valentine]

Shhh, Mekin is speaking...

Marcus smiled at Nella laid back and went to sleep. He locked eyes with the bird for a second and narrowed his eyes threateningly, but nothing happened. He pursed his lips and slowly walked out, down the stairs and over to their table, where Mekin was laughing joyously along with a group of patrons. All of the men were bloodied and bruised, yet they laughed along with Mekin like they were brothers.

Mekin slowed his laughter as Marcus approached, "Ah, Marcus my boy. We were just talking about how good at magic you are. Why don't you give us a little demonstration?" he said with a big smile. The Orc must have had quite a bit to drink, Marcus thought. Shrugging, the boy raised his hands and they began glowing with a golden light, and he reached out and placed a hand on the nearest mans shoulder, and immediately the mans cuts and bruised began sewing themselves back together, and regaining their color. Marcus could even feel the mans liver regaining a little bit of its strength as he assessed the mans health.

After a few moments, Marcus retreated his hand and the man let out a big boisterous laugh, showing the others his fully-healed wounds. The other four immediately began vying for Marcus' healing hands, and pretty soon all of them were fully healed. Marcus was feeling the effects of this, however, and staggered back a little bit, before Mekin shot up and caught him with speed defying his size. The big Orc thanked all of the other patrons and they went up to their room, two rooms down from Nella.

Mekin laid Marcus in the small bed and took a seat in the fur-covered chair next to the bed. He out his axes next to him, where he could reach them, and slid the bag of loot under the bed. They still needed to go sell that. Marcus fell asleep within seconds, but Mekin stayed up for almost two hours, thinking about what to do next. They needed to get to Solitude, but they first needed to get the Imperial, Alesandr, as Mekin had learned from the patrons, out of the jail. The fine wouldn't be too hefty, but no doubt, being an Imperial, the man would insist that he help them somehow. Maybe he could pay for the carriage ride.

...Okay, go ahead.

[The Infamous Havoc]

Their embrace was soon broken by Enzo. Genevieve didn't know whether she made him feel uncomfortable or something else. Moments later, Grindar appeared outside and handed them an apple each. She didn't realize how hungry she was until her stomach growled; it sensed the apple in her hand. As Grindar spoke, she nodded her head, taking bites from the apple. Shortly after, Enzo made his way back into the shack. The Breton didn't realize that he had picked up a potion half finished. Her eyes remained on the other Breton as he began to divulge into the current situation. The title was quite grand; Genevieve expected Enzo, a prodigy of Winterhold, to hold such a title. But... what came next surprised her. She nearly choked on a bit of apple when he admitted to being a wanted criminal! Instantly, she palmed her forehead. That explains why some of the men were dressed in IMPERIAL ATTIRE. Silence filled the void. The more it stretched, the farther away they drifted. Genevieve couldn't comprehend someone like Enzo being in trouble with the law. Thoughts of his crimes filled her head, ranging from being a common thief to attempting to assassinate the High Queen of Skyrim [forgetting that he said his crime was treason].

Soon enough, Enzo spoke up once more. He gave each of them a chance to leave him be and avoid further outside conflict. Genevieve swallowed hard. There's no way she could go back to the College without her mission completed. In their eyes, she's a disgrace that deserved to have her head served for the Ax-Man. The Breton did her best to hide her expression; she wanted to cry. As for Grindar... she still needed his help to uncover the mystery behind the emerald in her possession.

"Enzo, Grindar... I-"

Before she could finish, however, Enzo began to "act funny." That's when Genevieve noticed the missing bottle from the Alchemy table. That potion... had become a Ravage Magicka potion! Panic began to set in. Quickly, the Breton took the bottle from Enzo's hands and chucked it out of the shack. Genevieve went back to the table to try and counter the potion. From her notes, she plucked out Jazbay Grapes, Salt Pile, and Garlic. She quickly worked the mortar and pestle until she had the potion. Like the previous, the color seemed a little off. Genevieve was well aware of the side-effects of this potion... but it wouldn't last as long as the other effects ravaging Enzo. Bringing the bottle over, she uncorked it and handed to Enzo.

"Please drink this! It'll regenerate your magicka!"

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OoC Yep... good ole Magicka Regeneration potion... with a 9 second side-effect of Weakness to Magicka. xD

[Darkness _Chains]

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Kilanpeshi & Freiya Frodner - Orcish Duo

The Orc couple gathered their fatigued senses, and their fox. The only thing that seemed to matter was shelter, and the Bannered Mare was perfect, for now. Freiya wiped the water from her forehead, only to feel it drizzle down upon her relentlessly. The fox whimpered slightly with each paw-soaked step, all the while Kilan stayed silent. His footsteps guided them to the tavern/inn, in hopes to find a place to rest for the night. Until the word reached from Solitude about his mission from Tallius, the Orc would have to find some parley with gaining coin. Septims weren't in abundance at the time, and nothing seemed to be working without the proper cause of income. The male Orc pushed the wooden door before him, gently and with as much tension restrained as possible. His first steps in were immediately noticed, the metal of his greaves reverberating from the wood under him. He spotted a few eyes shifting towards them, the only thing his wife felt like doing was to turn back. She took a step behind him, and closed the doors once her furry companion followed. Kilan reached to his side and gathered the shriveled pouch that rested on his belt, and shook out what coins he had left. Seven septims. A small grunt of frustration escaped his tusks, the man clenching the gold in his fist. It was nearly silent in his conscious, drowning everything out except for the building rage that boiled within. He was barely scarping by as it was, with the shut-out patrol and only receiving enough gold to feed his wife. Going hungry night after night, and the constant battle to survive out in the wild. Freiya saw the Orc was troubled, the only thing she had done was put a single hand on his shoulder. He turned to the slightest degree, his eyes catching sight of a small nod from her. She reached into her own pouch, and pulled a few, just enough for a room and hopefully some food.

The fox shook off the dew from the rain, its fur riddled with glistening orbs that stuck onto it. Some of the characters in particular seemed interesting enough for interaction, though with his stature he would prove to be intimidating somewhat. Freiya patted her husband quickly, before making her way over to the keeper, Hulda. It took only a few minutes before the Orc returned, a disappointed, and melancholy expression taking over. "She said that all of the rooms were already filled, dear. Maybe we should try..." Her voice trailed and cracked, being met only with a distracted male. His head was directed to towards the sde wall, examining it for the longest time. He was brought back to attention, however, when he was interrupted by a slight shock to his chest. He looked down to see Freiya, her finger steaming slightly from a small bolt of lightning that stung him. He growled lowly in response, "No money to travel... We stay here." A curious look came about the female, her face twisting in confusion and anger. "But love, the innkeeper said--" "We Stay Here!" Kilan gripped his wif'es wrist harshly, the wrenching of her skin being heard slightly. He stared grimly into her eyes, her own becoming wider with fear and anguish. Freiya whispered in agreement, not really knowing how they were going to stay in a fully occupied inn. She was in a panic, the woman barely able to jerk free of his grasp despite their tired muscles. They were both sore, and very tired. Kilan walked off to the side and over to a table, and sat down casually in one of the chairs. His wife followed, rubbing her wrist, and saw that his rough hold left a slight discoloration on her skin. They sat quietly, in fear, and the other in anger.

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[Ghost Of The Celts]

[Meso-The Wonderer-RP]

☧Grindar Undarra

♙Thief Informant♙

Gold:410

Grindar didn't honestly know what to think. He had known something was off when this man was being chased by bounty hunters. He knew their look all to well. He didn't care much, but he did want to make sure the man wouldn't compromise Grindar's intentions. If he did, he didn't know what to do. He was a thief, but he didn't go around murdering people.

He watched as the two ate their apples. They were obviously quite hungry and needed the food. When Enzo drank the potion, he expected his wounds to heal further, if there were still any. Instead, he began choking. Grindar was a novice at alchemy, just learning the ropes. He didn't quite care to learn more, since he was always stuck in ail or on a assignment from the thieves guild. Genevieve worked quickly as she began to make another potion and drink it. Hopefully, the man would be fine. Grindar did have a few more questions he wanted answered. Besides, this was valuable information for an informant.

After everything was said and done, it looked like it was getting late with the fast approaching darkness. Grindar decided like it was time to sleep. He waved to the others as he went out back in the alchemy shack," It is time for this one to sleep. The bed is your's breton. Seeing as the woman should have the right it is only fair." He then nodded to Enzo as he layed on the ground and went to sleep.

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Grindar moved around a bit. He felt warm and snug. The he moved and felt blankets. This was strange since he had fallen asleep inside. He opened his eyes to be met with Genevieve's sleeping face. He lifted his head a little to see the two snuggled underneath the covers. How had he gotten there?! He had no clue. Was he really that tired...Or cold? He looked to see his arm around her waist and hers around his neck. Maybe...she was cold? He honestly didn't care. He had been so busy lately, that he had forgotten the touch of a woman. Not to mention, she was quite a looker. And the bet. He looked out the window to see a blizzard had started. It must have come in overnight. Maybe that was why he was in bed with her? So this was perfect. He just pulled her a bit closer as he closed his eyes again, not sleeping, but resting a little while longer. The Khajiit was curious as to what her reaction would be.

Grindar Undarra Before he was in the Thieves Guild

The Infamous Havoc

Saigon Samurai

[Meso-The Wonderer-RP]

☬Aℓℯsandℯr Silver-Tongue

♋Conjuration Warrior♋

Gold:4529

Alesandr was standing there at the locked iron bar door. He sighed as he saw a guard sitting down,"Hey Balor. Mind letting me out early? For old times sake?" The guard simply shook his head,"Sorry Imperial. You are a good friend of mine, but Jarls orders. You know, laws and everything. I don't want to get thrown in there with you." Alesandr chuckled as he pulled the stool over and sat down next to the door,"So how is your wife? Does she still cook that nice horker stew?" The guard laughed as he walked over and took a seat next to the door as well,"Of course. She hasn't made any for a few weeks though. Say when you get out, you should come over. She would love to hear from you."
"Maybe another time friend. I need to make some more gold. After all, I want to settle down eventually." The guard nodded as he folded his arms," I know the feeling. You know, I use to be an adventurer like you, but then I-" The Imperial put his hands up as he laughed," I don't need to hear THAT story again." The two sat and talked for awhile about just about everything. It did goo for Alesandr to have some more conversation with a good friend. He might just take up that offer on the horker stew.

That was when he thought about Storm-Eye. He missed his best friend. Him and that bird had been through alot. HE couldn't wait to get and see him. He would be sure to get the bird a special treat. Maybe his favorite type of food. That would probably help him feel better quicker. Problem was that he would have to buy them. After all, Nirnroot was incredibly hard to find.

Alesandr Silver-tongue

[Mekin Dotelle Valentine]

..Mekin 'Whirlwind' Kurz'Gro'Gash..
.The Banished Orc.

Just as Alesandr and the guard got to talking, there was a heavy knocking on the door, and the wooden door opened to reveal Mekin and Marcus. Mekin was bundled in heavy furs, which looks rather expensive, yet worn, and Marcus was clad the same, though still with his Mage's robes. The large Orc reached up and pulled his hood down, revealing his face, which was smiling, "There's my Imperial comrade. I'm here to bail you out." the Orc said boisterously, tossing a rather heavy coinpurse to the guard. The gold was probably more than enough to pay for Alesandr's fine, but they had just sold the heavy bag of loot and the big man was in a good mood. He crossed his big arms as he looked over at the imprisoned man and smiled, "So how was your night, Alesandr?"

..Marcus Valentine..
.The Curious Mage.

[Meso-The Wonderer-RP]

☬Aℓℯsandℯr Silver-Tongue

♋Conjuration Warrior♋

Gold:4529

Alesandr stood up as the orc and the young nord from the inn came in. Mekin tossed the guard a coin purse as the guard hefted it, he could easily tell that it was enough. Balor opened the door and stepped to the side as he spoke,"Good thing I like you. We had one guy stay in here for another whole day because he kept running his mouht. That offer still stands for the horker stew." Alesandr nodded as he waved,"I might just take you up on that offer."

After saying his farewells to the guard, the Imperial shook both of their hands as he put his things back in their appropriate places,"I thank you for bailing me out of here. I didn't really feel like staying there to much longer. At least I had Balor." He said before looking over their shoulders. The girl wasn't with them. Storm-Eye was still with the girl and he wouldn't leave without him. Luckily, he still had the two men in front of him that he still had to help,"So what can I help you two with? Surely there is a way I can repay you two. You need some extra gold? Maybe some comat tips? Or a map of the local terrain?" Alesandr loved to help people out. Especially if they had helped him. He would make it a mission to repay his debt's, one way or another.

Alesandr Silver-tongue

[Mekin Dotelle Valentine]

Shhh, Mekin is speaking...

Mekin smirked to himself. Just as he suspected. The man was an Imperial, and Imperials always paid their debts. He shrugged his massive shoulders, covered in their copious amounts of fur; Orcs weren't built for this cold weather. They preferred the milder temperatures of Orsinium. "Why don't we break our fasts at the Mare, and we can discuss your repayment, eh? I could use some eggs and horker." the big Orc said.

Marcus nodded at this, then remembered that the man's bird, Storm-Eye, was still with Nella. "Um, and you can get your bird back from Nella, too." he added. He was clad in less furs than Mekin was, wearing only a heavy cloak and fur wraps around his wrists and ankles, along with another fur around his neck. The large Orc had at least two layers covering his entire body, hiding a freshly-forged set of steel armor, making him look even more impassive and huge.

Mekin smiled and opened the door to the outside, and the blizzard was revealed. The Market district of Whiterun was blanketed in white, and the denizens were properly dressed. Adrianne was working hard at the forge, looking a bit worn out after having just forged a set of armor for a giant. She also took the liberty of fashioning a better-fitting sheath for the Skyforge war axe that Marcus carried for Mekin, allowing him more movement and less slipping, and even sharpened Mekins already-razor-sharp axes, to the point where they could break skin almost on contact.

...Okay, go ahead.