Skyrim: Fall of the Dragonborn! Open and Accepting!

[PrincessMaharea]

Syl Estraad Sunstrider
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Beneath these wings lie the breath that is wind,
be this the breath of my gods, my soul itself lifts;
for it is the eagles wings that beat for the Dominion.

The Bee and Barb... the quaint little sign hung high above the tavern as the Altmer's apathetic gaze shrugged off the pathetic welcome and entered the tavern with her head held high, prepared for any encounter that drunken Nords usually gave the Aldmeri Dominion supporter; though the white tattoo of the eagle on her back left no question where she stood in this pointless war. But it also gave a sign to all those around her that she had no fear of showing where her strength came from. As she entered the tavern her eyes darted, examining quickly the patrons of the tavern before going to take a seat at the bar, her boots hitting the hard wood floor with a certain authority as her khajiit servant followed behind her.

Sly remained silent as her servant conversed with the inn keep, inquiring on fort Dawnguard and of any reasonable places one might restock in the city, all of which her servant would do. She shrugged off the conversation before finding a seat in the farthest corner, watching as a Nord in the adjacent table got up and moved, it was to be expected. She crossed her legs then as her khajiit brought her the finest ale and a tart that Syl wouldn't have fed to even the hungriest of dogs, but she waved off her servant who led to fetch their supplies while Syl tried to stomach what she could from a sip of ale. The Blackbriar name was supposedly famed for its mead and ale, but Syl saw much to be desired in the overly sweet combination as she moved the drink a few inches further for her and she closed her eyes to think in silence, ignoring the snickering from the table behind her.

Location: Riften: Bee and Barb
Company: Khjiit servant: Alone

[Bloody_Valentine_Goodness]

Andre Kiel

Current Location: Riften
Currently Thinking: Bandits Won't Be Missed
Current Companion: Lagertha
Current Condition: Ready To Feed
Health; 85%
Stamina: 100%
Magicka: 100%
Septims: 2500
Blood Thirst:100% Sustained
O.O.C: Don't worry about it, my character is a nice vampire xd

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A cruel smile crept on Andre's face at the mention of bandit killing. He scanned the bounty paper and looked back at Lagertha. "Thank you for this offer. I'd love to get another good meal in, and get paid for it." He licked his lips after he said this, thinking about how his next feeding. Just the thought of drinking blood made Andre smile. Actually drinking it made him feel at peace. Weird, feeling at piece while draining someone's most important life energy. A saying from Lord Harkon came to his mind. Harkon said that the less vampires feed, the more powerful they get. Maybe it's a good idea, but Andre thought Harkon was a fool for saying this.

Vampires drink blood on a daily basis, holding back from it is impossible. He was snapped out of his thoughts when an Altmer entered the Bee and Barb. The distant conversations around the Inn stopped at the same time, you tend to look around for the reason. So he watched this Altmer, looking at her quite attractive physique. he quickly looked away when he herd the word, "Dawngaurd", come from the Khajiit servant. A small look of fear crept on his face as he took another sip of his mead, his hand slightly shaking as he put the tankard on the table.

Andre knew who the Dawnguard were, and how quickly they can kill a vampire. Much less a newbie vampire like Andre. This was bad, dragon attacking bad. His hands clenched into fists when the Altmer sat near them. He looked over his shoulder to get a good look of her face, and quickly turned back to Lagertha. He leaned in closer to her ear and said, "My offer shall always be available. Let us go find these bandits." Andre grabbed his pouch from his waist and put a good pile of septims on the table. Then he got up and grabbed Lagertha's arm, pulling her out of the Bee and Barb. He pulled her near the entrance of the Ratway, and let her go. His voice was cracking and shaky as he said, "Are the bandits here, or somewhere else?" He wasn't the best at hiding his fear.

That girl is P0IS0N

[The Block Whisperer]

Asmund Balder, Vigilant of Stendarr

As Asmund entered the tavern, his nose wrinkled on instinct, and he instantly knew the rumors to be true, at least to some extent.

What are you? he thought to himself, scanning around the crowded tavern. He himself stood out in a crowd with his white-gold elven plated robes, a cut above the standard cloth that vigilants of Stendarr usually wore. A necromancer? A hidden daedra? Given the hour, vampire was the most likely guess, though nothing was ever certain with the powers of darkness.

He approached the barkeep and brushed a hand over the symbol of Mara upon his breast, and then over the symbol of Stendarr on the hilt of his warhammer. "How much for a room for the night and a hot meal?" he asked.

The Argonian barkeep bowed her head in respect, though couldn't hide the obvious frown upon her scaled features. "The Dawnguard and Vigilants of Stendarr stay and eat free--on their first night in town," she said with a tone that was half respectful and half regretful. "Take a seat and I'll take care of it."

He left her with that, removing his warhammer from its harness and leaning it against the table he chose to sit at, the head of the mighty weapon on the floor. He lowered his hood, letting his short black hair loose. Cold grey eyes examined the room, trying to detect the source of his unease. He looked to the patrons one by one, slowly. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at people--there was usually only one reason that a Vigilant of Stendarr would be staring at people, and people tended to respect that.

His gaze finally settled on Lagertha and Andre, as his food was placed before him.

[Dawning the Mask]

Reeh-Jah

My Dearest,

Though it has been weeks since your last visit, I can still smell your ale drenched breath from when you entered the tavern to surprise me with the news of your momentary break. Not a day goes by that I do not miss your presence in the shop, though I can do without you threatening customers who gaze too long in my direction. The shop has been quite busy lately with more demands for weapons. Yesterday, I sold an old rusty dagger to a man who was willing to pay three times its worth. It seems the people of Windhelm can sense some kind of danger is approaching, and I worry if I myself should look into hiring a sellsword. Please be careful out there.

Sincerely,

Snaketail.



Reeh-Jah carefully tucked the slip of paper into his armor, and then sent a quick and silent prayer to Kynareth that the winds would not carry it off. The muffled sound of a throat being cleared brought him back to Mundus and to his situation. He turned his head to meet the rest of the soldiers crouched behind him. There were twenty good men and women waiting anxiously for his commands. Reeh-Jah gave one last look over the ridge at Northwatch Keep. ‘Thirteen agents outside the compound,’ he thought, eyes darting from one speck to the next. It was difficult to see anything. They had planned to attack by Dawn, which was fast approaching. This meant that everything was shrouded in darkness, and the only indication that there were any living things down there were the torches they foolishly held.

“Alright,” he whispered, pointing to a group of six. “You lot will enter through the sewers to free any captives. If you find any Stormcloaks, you are to get them armed and ready. Do not enter until you hear the signal. We will distract the Thalmor to give you some freedom to move around. Once you’ve made your way to the courtyard, you are to assist us in clearing out the rest. Understood?” The six nodded and replied with a quiet chorus of, “Yes sir.” He gave them a quick nod and they steadily made their way down. With the infiltration team delt with, he turned to the rest of his group. “Okay, on my signal, we’ll make our way down. As soon as we reach the entrance, spread out and put the knife-ears to the sword. Make sure to target the robed ones, we don’t need them throwing fire down on us like cowards.” Once again, he received various nods from the soldiers.

He waited a good ten minutes, or what felt like it, before holding up his hand to give the signal. The party began the hazardous descent towards the fort, keeping low and using the cover of night to remain undetected. The entrance soon came into view along with its single guard. They were but a few meters from the entrance, having hugged the wall tightly, when dawn’s light gave the watchman all the illumination he needed to spot the group. Reeh-Jah immediately, held his fist up and spread his fingers out. That in turn made the man behind him fire an arrow up towards the sky. The projectile ascended forty feet into the air before exploding in a magnificent shower of fire. Reeh-Jah unsheathed Shiver and let out a booming battle cry as he and the soldiers rushed the fort.

[Tragically Vacant]

✧Lagertha Calidia✧
A Traveling Shield Maiden...
⇥ Location: Riften
⇥ Compainion: Andre
⇥ Conditions: Feeling a bit rushed but pumped for a fight.
⇥ Health: 100%
⇥ Stamina: 85%
⇥ Magicka: 80%
⇥ OOC:
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Lagertha's attention was momentarily drawn away from Andre when the statuesque Altmer stepped into the tavern. Lagertha breathe was taken away by the high elf's beauty and refined figure. She noticed the gawking stares the Altmer was receiving and decided it was probably best if she didn't continue to stare at the woman, in fear the Altmer would take it as an insult. Just as Lagertha was about to continue her conversation with Andre another extraordinary patron stepped through the door. The man was enormous with armor draped in gold and a war hammer almost as big as him. The man sat down at a table not far from theirs and Lagertha caught eyes with him. He was very intimidating so she immediately broke eye contact, just as she did Andre grabbed her by the elbow and was rushing her out the door. She noticed the worried look on Andre's face as they passed the man and she knew of the Dawnguard so she didn't resist him. They made it out the door of Bee and Barb and across the Marketplace towards the Ratway.

As Lagertha and Andre made their way down the rickety stairs towards the doorway to the Ratway, Andre finally released Lagertha. Allowing her to adjust her shield and armor. "Well, that could have turned into a bad situation if you hadn't pulled us out of there just now." Lagertha chuckled about the speed escape from Bee and Barb.

Then she looked up at Andre with a serious face, "Alright so I don't know where these bandits' hideout is at but I'm sure if be ask the right people we can get the answer we're looking for.." as she says this she opens the door to the Ratway, she turns her head towards Andre and signals for him to follow.

They made their way down the dark mucky corridor, as they discovered an open area they came across the dead bodies of the three thieves that attacked Asmund earlier. Lagertha approaches the bodies cautiously, "We should be careful, never know what we're going to found down here." she made sure the clamps on her shield her locked in place on her forearm. Then she pulled out her sword. Placing her shielded hand on her chest she called out for a Lesser Ward spell upon her armor. Her armor glowed momentarily, allowing the spell to take effect. They continued through the Ratway, looking for any shady character to question for the whereabouts of these bandits.
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Bloody_Valentine_Goodness

[Dawning the Mask]

Reeh-Jah

Location: Northwatch Keep
Condition: Losing a lot of blood
Company: What’s left of his soldiers


THUD

Another body fell unceremoniously by Reeh-Jah’s steel, and another was making it’s way towards him with a pair of Elven blades. The battle had gone from bad to worse in almost an instant. The scouts had vastly underestimated just how many Thalmor were held up in the fort. It turned out that the thirteen men and women reported were the only ones to be given torches. The rest - all fifteen of them - were inside the prison. As soon as the chaos ensued, Altmer poured out from the fort to meet the Stormcloaks. Five minutes in, Reeh-Jah had seen at least eight of his soldiers downed by some damned Mage that ran about while scattering fire, frost, and lightening at whoever he could. To make matters worse, a Thalmor patrol of nine entered the fort ten minutes in.

Reeh-Jah had seen neither hide nor hair of the six he sent in the back. Either they were taking their sweet time with arming the prisoners, or they were sipping mead in Sovngarde. He’d be joining them soon if he couldn’t fix the wound on his back. The Mage had managed to hit him with his lightening, which tore up the Argonian’s back and left a series of twisting, smoking wounds. To add insult to injury, the b*****d thought it funny to toss a healing potion for Reeh-Jah to drink… which promptly shattered against the wall to his side. “If you hurry, lizard, you can lap it up!” the Elf chortled. “Your kind is used to licking strange substances off filthy surfaces!”

The smarmy wizard received his response when a stray arrow made its mark in his shin, bringing tumbling from the stone terrace and onto the battleground proper. Reeh-Jah didn’t leave the opportunity to slip away as he charged the fallen mage with his blade at the ready. To his credit, the wizard was a spritely fellow with quick reflexes. He leapt onto his feet, ignoring the pain in his leg, and readied a spell that had the markings of frost. Before the lizard got close enough, the spell caster shoved his hand forward, sending a spear of ice hurtling towards his attacker. The distance between them was too short for Reeh-Jah to react in time, and so the spike of frost found its home in his chest and left lung. Despite the intense pain and blood loss, the Argonian continued his charge, meeting the wizard and introducing his abdomen with Shiver’s long edge. He lifted the b*****d above himself to look into his eyes and spit in his face. “See you in Oblivion,” Reeh-Jah hissed.

[korinzu]

Phyr'zar Ithra Zezaere

Another Successful Haul, With Mercer out of the Picture and Brynjolf as their guild Master, things were looking up for them. The thieves Guild was on it's way back to how it used to be it was told. Phyr was one of the newer members, who joined shortly after Mercer Frey was killed. According to Delvin, it was the newest member before him who had done the deed and became guild master. The Dragonborn, but like with most of those he was affiliated with, when he vanished, they moed on. Brynjolf was the guildmaster now, Karliah now returned and acting as his Second.

Karliah, A welcome comfort to Phyr, a fellow dunmer among the thieves guild. He spoke with her often, as she was old and had much to teach. Both as a thief and as a Dunmer. Aranea at the Shrine of Azura had done much for him, but she was only one Dunmer, now here was Karliah, from a different walk of life who could teach. But more than just this, The guild was a family of sorts, and he wouldn't trade it away for anything. The Guild's vault was filling steadily with gold, the merchants were coming back, their influence was spreading, and spirits were high with the curse lifted, As delvin put it.

With His job finished, Handing over the jeweled candlestick to Delvin and getting his pay, Phyr moved to the Cistern through the pantry doorway, coming underneath the well in the center of town to the chamber of the thieves guild. Nocturnal's Statue to his left, he paid his respects to the patron of thieves. As Azura's Champion, he had a special connection with the Daedric princes. Azura as Patron to the Dunmer, But Also to Nocturnal and Meridia, Daedric Princes who weren't considered wholly evil but beneficial. And stronger than the Divines in his opinion. But that was for another time, he had something that needed doing.

Approaching an enchanting Table, he pulled out a number of soul gems, setting them there for counting and use, as well transferring the soul within Azura's star to a properly sized Soul Gem. Where after, he left and Approached the Vault. Brynjolf was waiting there with a sack, where inside he Stood at a table, pulling on Various pieces of Jewelry, A circlet and hood and robes over his own attire. All items to enhance Magicka and it's regeneration. Iron Ore Chunks set before him on the table, he went to work on transmuting Iron to Silver, and then to Gold. Transmutation, an alteration spell he learned in his early youth when he raised the Halted steam bandit camp, they were attempting the very thing he was doing, but here he was doing it for the thieves guild instead. With the Gold ore now transmuted, He removed the items he had placed on earlier, placing them onto the table while Brynjolf took the gold, and gems to the blacksmith in the ragged flagon. They'd be made into Jewelry there and be sold off above ground for coin. In weight and Value, it was wiser to make jewelry and sell it off than to attempt to create forgeries of septims. So everyone in the guild was ordered to bring in iron ore where ever it could be found, or silver ore if it could be obtained freely. Every little bit helps, and he was more than willing to do his part.

But with all that done, Phyr was feeling the need for Food, and as he left the Vault, Vex and Delvin locking it behind him before returning to the ragged Flagon, he followed them, where he sat down to a well earned Meal he thought. After all, he did his work for the day. With a nice bit of Horker and potato stew, some dry bread with cheese, A mug of Mead to wash it all down and he was sufficiently fed. Red eyes scanned the Flagon as he sat there relaxing a moment, Just as Delvin spoke to Durge about a dwarven war hammer, and it costing more than anticipated. Phyr liked relaxing, but he wasn't one to really st about and do nothing when he had the energy to be doing something productive. With that he stood, and rather than going back through the Cistern and ut through the Cemetary exit, he went into the ratway.

In the ratway, The pungent smell of rot and death was always familiar, but it smelled....fresher. Was someone killed here recently? Not a surprise, this wasn't for the faint of heart after all. However as he maneuvered and navigated the passages, he came upon the bodies of not guards or the ill favored, but of the very thieves and cut throats who called the ratway there's. Examining the bodies, he found that they died of blunt force trauma from a large weapon with a flat surface, extreme force behind it as well. Someone with a war hammer and the body to use it.... It wasn't Durge, he knew that for sure, someone else then... Just as he was trying to formulate who while relieving the bodies of any valuables they may possess. He heard foot steps, two sets. Standng up, he stepped back into the shadows, melding into them and erasing his presence. Waiting to see who would come down the ratway this time.

To his surprise, it was a lovely woman of supple proportions and a adorable face. Though she was armed and ready, his red eyes seeing she was trained and experienced. Her companion however was a different story. He had seen it's effects enough to recognize it at a glance. Vampire. But this one seemed... different. He couldn't place his finger on it. But as the two roamed around the ratway, he noticed they seemed to be searching. Curious. Following them, he finally stepped out from the shadows, revealing his presence.

"Looking for Something?" The Black garbed Dunmer asked, his left hand resting on the pommel of his katana, a couple of daggers sheathed on both his hip and thighs, for quick drawing and throwing. He had the drop on them and he wouldn't allow himself t be taken down if they turned hostile.

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Location: Riften - The ratway
Company: Two curious little sheep
Status: Content, Interested
Health: 100%
Stamina: 100%
Magicka: 100%
OOC: sorry for the book. Here I am.

[Bloody_Valentine_Goodness]

Andre Kiel

Current Location: Riften
Currently Thinking: Hello There
Current Companion: Lagertha, Asmund
Current Condition: Ready to kill
Health; 85%
Stamina: 100%
Magicka: 100%
Septims: 2500
Blood Thirst:100% Sustained
O.O.C: Spelling and grammar mistakes fixed. Also added a better description for the vampire lord since I had nothing else to talk about. rofl

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Andre's fear started to fade as they went deeper into the ratway. The place smelled like someone dumped a dead buffalo in here and left it for weeks. Andre started to understand why people barely came into this place. But if it was for business so he shrugged of the smell. The place had many shadows to hide in, so Andre kept his dagger close to him. He turned around and took a step back. Andre examined the Dunmer. His presence not very welcome, but not enraging either. Andre put the dagger back in it's hiding spot and stared at the Dunmer.

The fact that he got the drop on them was surprising. His skill was amazing. Andre started to relax a bit. In the minute of staring the Dunmer didn't attack. So he took in a deep breath and spoke is next few words carefully. "Me and my friend are trying to find a group of bandits. We have certain business that needs to be taken care of." Andre started to scan the Dunmer to analyze his current equipment. This dark elf was well equipped, well enough to kill that is.

Andre took a step forward, standing a good distance to attack and to roll away. The look he saw from the dunmer was not normal. Andre made the conclusion that he knew what he was. So Andre made the offer to anyone who knows or found out. "Dunmer,I assume you know that I am a vampire. The only thing is, im stronger than those weak half-bloods." Andre started to cough as a darkness surrounded him. His skin started to fade into tiny black sprites that disappeared into the air. Within an instant Andre was in his lord form. He grew almost two feet from his already tall stature.

A blood mist swirled around his feet as he hovered into the air. His wings somewhat torn and battered. His face was different from his original, more feral than human. His clothes now a semi-crown on his head and a long cloth down his lower front side. Another down his lower back side. Both sides with markings and a strange belt on his waist. Andre landed on the ground and stared at the Dunmer. He took in a breath before yelling the following words. "JOIN THE VOLKIHAR CLAN TO GAIN THIS IMMENSE POWER! REJECT YOUR HUMANITY AND JOIN ME." His words echoed through the ratway. Making his words bounce into all ears that were close enough to hear it. Andre started to calm himself, and spoke in a low tone, "The choice is yours. Reject my offer, and become my companion. I don't wish to harm a potential ally."

[The Block Whisperer]

Asmund Balder, Vigilant of Stendarr

Asmund had left shortly after Andre and his companion. When they left, the immediate presence of a dark being was gone, one of them must have been the source, and most likely the pale man.

But they were long gone already.

Asmund brought his hood back over his head, resecuring his hammer to the harness on his back. Tracking daedra and undead were what Vigilants did, so surely this would be a simple hunt, if long. The man had looked pale enough to be dead, but vampires tended to a bit more subtlety than causing a ruckus in taverns. It was strange how he had so little caution.

A new vampire, or inexperienced at least, he thought. But his companion... a thrall, most like. I might have a difficult time saving her, if the vampire proves stronger than he is wise.

He rounded a corner and came to a choice: right or left. The vampire had left no signs, nor had his companion. Tracking would prove to be more of a guessing and asking game.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine. A significant dark power--a familiar one. The man was clearly not just any vampire, but one with a closer tie to Molag Bal, the Lord of Domination. The general direction of the presence pointeed Asmund to the city's canals.

The Ratways.

Within ten minutes he was at one of the entrances to the massive underground tunnel system. I will feel his presence everywhere down there, he thought with a bit of hesitation. He'll have no darkness to hide in when I find him. His right hand clenched into a fist and began to glow. Soon the light went before him, lighting the dark tunnels in his immediate vicinity as he ventured into the depths, a hand on the handle of his warhammer.

[Elegant Macabre]

xxxxxxxxTALEN-JA
xxxxxxxxMember of the Thieves' Guild

As quiet as the shadows themselves, the Argonian stayed out of sight quite well, though this was no surprise for the thief. He held his breath as he stayed out of sight of the guards, only letting out a quiet exhale when he reached the steps in front of the house. Within seconds, Talen-Ja had the door unlocked, but he quickly took notice of the Shadowmark carved within the doorframe; a mark indicating possible danger. This house belonged to someone who didn't take too kindly to the guild. Narrowing his eyes, Talen-Ja silently stepped into the house, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.

This was a Bedlam job, the sort of job that the Argonian was best at. Still slightly crouched down, he made his way towards a bookshelf that held several expensive-looking decorations. With a toothy grin on his face, the thief emptied the shelf of its contents until he was sure he had more than enough. "Too easy," Talen-Ja muttered under his breath as he crept his way towards the door.

As though he had cursed himself simply by uttering those words, heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Talen-Ja scolded himself inwardly before ducking behind the table. A Nord, probably three times the size of the reptile stopped at the bottom of the staircase. Talen-Ja drew in a sharp breath, slowly making his way towards the door while still staying in the shadows. The Nord turned around, facing the Argonian's direction; it seemed he hadn't yet noticed the thief in his house. Instead, the Nord noticed his prized possessions on his shelf were absent. With the color visibly draining from his face, the male sprinted over to his shelf, desperately looking around for anything as though the decorations had merely moved themselves to another spot in the room. Talen-Ja probably would've found this rather amusing to watch if the Nord didn't pull a sharp looking battleaxe from the wall and started marching around the room, looking for whoever did this. The reptile ducked further into the shadows and hid behind a wardrobe, waiting for the perfect moment to make a mad dash towards safety. The Argonian was by no means a fighter, and the Thieves Guild wasn't the Brotherhood. Killing this Nord would be more trouble than it's worth. Cursing under his breath, the Nord began stomping his way up the stairs, giving the Argonian the perfect opening. Without wasting another second, Talen-Ja rolled towards the door; the only sound made was the door shutting behind him, but it was unfortunately loud enough for the angry Nord to hear.

"THIEF!! GUARDS, I'VE BEEN ROBBED!!" A voice rang out behind the Argonian, who was already sprinting towards the small Riften cemetery. By the time the guards had come to the Nord's aid, the reptile was already making his way through one of the Guild's secret entrances, chucking to himself. Though most would consider an experience like that a bit of an inconvenience, Talen-Ja himself found it to be one of the most amusing things about his job. With his usual toothy grin on his face, Talen-Ja handed over the stolen items to Delvin, still chuckling under his breath. Happily accepting his pay for the job, the Argonian took a seat in the Ragged Flagon.

His relaxation time was cut short by what sounded like a voice echoing through the Ratways. It was faint, but it looked as though it caught some of the other members' attention for a second, too. Talen-Ja stood up; although this could just be some of the weirdos who lived down there making a big ruckus, it seemed loud enough to take a look. They weren't really that noisy. Maybe a bear got in there or something. It was highly unlikely, but the thought of it made Talen-Ja smirk a little.

Curious, he made his way into the Ratways, and soon found what could be the source of the shouting. He followed the voices; one was definitely familiar, probably one of the other members, but the other two were people he had never heard before. Keeping his place in the shadows, Talen-Ja crept after the voices until the three came into sight. Silently listening to the conversation from afar, the Argonian hovered his hand above his dagger in case things went bad; his guild member may need assistance.

Location: Ratways.
Company: Phyr'zar, two unfamiliar people
Condition: Health 100% ; Stamina 100% ; Magicka 100%

[Otiax]

Tiberius De Cain

⇥ Where: Riften
⇥ Whom: Arianna
⇥ What: Resting, chatting
⇥ HP: 100%
⇥ EN: 25 %
⇥ Conditions: Exhausted
⇥ OOC: Alrighty, not sure what you want Arianna and Ti to notice about whats going on in the city. From a guard being killed, to another person screaming for guards given the timing of things. I suppose I will let you lead the way form here, funny if everybody ends up in the Ratways.

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Tiberius smiled a little at her comment. "It can be painful but it can be quite effective when the two forces are in balance or so I have found" he mentioned. He gave some thought to the idea as she healed him. "I think the same can be said for living in this world, people are simply trying to find a balance" he added a few moments later. Soon enough he was sitting once more and he gazed over at her. "I will keep that in mind" he said in a pleasant tone. It was good to have a consistent healer. He would no doubt sustain a number of wounds while staying in this city. Trouble always seemed to follow him for some reason or another. "Aye that sounds good to me" he said with a smile before he put on the rest of his armor.

Simple magic? Perhaps but it was well above what he was capable of at this moment and perhaps what he would be able to do in the future. He had devoted himself to a few school of magic and martial arts. "Perhaps but your magic has saved me a great deal of trouble and perhaps my life in the future" he said cheerily. This was how he felt, he knew the trouble of old or untreated injuries. It had almost cost him his life a few times in the past, when a limb wouldn't move right or her couldn't block properly among other things. A nod followed when she mentioned needing no reward for teaching him. "If you say so but I would like to return the favour if possible, it is only fair" he mentioned pushing the matter a little. He didn't like to live with debts nor would he leave another without returning what he felt was owed.

Tiberius finished with putting on his armor, he looked pretty much the same as he did when he walked into the temple. Bright and colorful, a sort of light in the darkness. Reaching down he gently gripped his helmet with his mailed hand, holding onto it for a moment. His eyes wandered to the worked piece of metal. To hide his face or to allow the world to see him? The answer eluded him for a few moments but he eventually place the helmet back onto his head. It would make dealings with the public easier. Hearing her voice he grabbed the last of his things, primarily his weapons and shield. "There is an under part to this City" he asked in a curious as he began to follow her. As they approached the entrance of the temple, he cut ahead and pushed the wooden door open allowing her to pass first before he followed behind.

"So what do you know of this city" he asked looking towards her. Again he would follow allowing her to lead him around the city, showing him what sights there were. Although he could already feel eyes watching the pair. Occasionally he looked about from side to side, taking in the various sights he could see through the visor of the helmet. It helped to correct some of his vision or so he found.

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[Tragically Vacant]

✧Lagertha Calidia✧
A Traveling Shield Maiden...
⇥ Location: Ratway, Riften
⇥ Compainion: Andre and mysterious Dunmer
⇥ Conditions: Ready for a fight
⇥ Health: 100%
⇥ Stamina: 90%
⇥ Magicka: 95%
⇥ OOC:
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The Dunmer stepped out from the shadows and surprised both Lagertha and Andre. Lagertha lifted her shield and had it in front of her before the Dunmer could have done any damage to her. "Looking for something?" He whispered to them. Lagertha stepped back bracing herself for an attack, when the Dunmer just stood there that's when Andre stepped up and explained their presents here in the Ratway.

Lagertha was about to introduce herself to the Dark Elf when suddenly Andre began to grow in size. His form began to change until he was in his full Vampiric Form. Lagertha was momentarily frighten by this...never actually seeing a vampire change like this before. As Andre yells and the noise echoed painfully into her ears, she flinched in pain but her eyes never left Andre. She knew Andre was an ally and he would not harm her, but the power she feel emanating from him was formidable. Though she relaxed, sheathing her sword and raising both hands up in the air in peace. She slowly stepped between the two men and place a hand on Andre's chest. "Please, gentlemen let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I'm not going to get into a useless fight before I get a hold of those bandits." Lagertha explained to them.

She turned her face towards the Dunmer, "Sir, have you heard any rumor of a band of bandits in this area that has been killing and stealing livestock from local farmers? We on the hunt for them to collect the bounty on their heads. If you can help us, I'm sure we can throw a few septim your way." She smiles, trying to defuse the situation as best she can.
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Bloody_Valentine_Goodness

korinzu

[Perpetual Echoes]

ARIANNA CORRINE
PRIESTESS OF MARA
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NO MORE TALK OF DARKNESS
FORGET THESE WIDE-EYED FEARS
I'M HERE, NOTHING CAN HARM YOU
MY WORDS WILL WARM AND CALM YOU



Arianna shrugged her shoulders lightly when he spoke of wishing to repay the favor. "Perhaps you can teach me something then, I do enjoy learning magic." She replied with a small smile, nodding her head to him in thanks as he held the door open to her. She slipped out of the temple, looking around at the marketplace for a moment before answering his question. "Sort of. Its called the Ratway, a place for bandits and the like, ruffians that I do not care to deal with. Though there are other little things below." She motioned for him to follow her and moved to the balcony that made sure no one tumbled into the water below. "People live down there, there is the entrance to the ratway, and further down is an alchemy shop." She said cheerfully. "Its not much but… Mara’s blessings keep us safe. Most of the time." She muttered, looking up in surprise as she heard someone yell. "I know that this place needs a just cause that can not be bribed to look the other way." She muttered, going after the argonian as he darted passed them, following him behind the temple.

She looked around with a small frown, along with the guard that had followed. "Where could he have gone off to?" She mumbled, looking around for a few moments before finding someone laying in the grass near the back of her temple. She moved forward and gently knelt down to the guard, a sharp gasp leaving her as she saw the wounds on his neck. She moved back quickly, soft words leaving her breath in a quick prayer. "Mara save us. There is a creature of evil in the city." She whispered, looking at the dead guard, her eyes wide. She quickly got to her feet, the thief forgotten for now. It was common for thieves to run about, but not murderers, and certainly not vampires.

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[PrincessMaharea]

Syl Estraad Sunstrider
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Beneath these wings lie the breath that is wind,
be this the breath of my gods, my soul itself lifts;
for it is the eagles wings that beat for the Dominion.

Syl's eyes opened to look up towards a nord casting a heavy shadow over her, but the Altmer's almost white hazel eyes gazed up at him with dangerous intentions. The man was clearly a storm cloak, if anything the blue paint on his face and the symbol of Talo's around his neck told her everything she needed to know, she was not in friendly territory. She stood up slowly then, though the man was bulky, she had him beat in height as she looked down at the nord who then silently moved away, handling the situation as if a newborn lay sleeping the the room. She moved then to leave the tavern, and join the public outside.

The Altmer's gaze looked the city over once, and she already tired of it. The only pure ground in the whole place was the temple of Mara, no doubt that had been corrupted by now as well. She stepped into the circular center, spotting her Khajiit bartering off some gems he had acquired from an assassin that boldly faced them. Another attempt on her life, she thought she was done with those types of things when she left the isles, but apparently it was all down hill from there, especially after the things she said about the Thalmor and her father.

Syl looked to the sky's then, thankful she had that privilege as she never carried her own valuables. She wondered how much farther it would be from here until they reached fort Dawnguard, and if they would even speak to her. She was unsure really what their stance on the Thalmor or the Aldmeri Dominion was, but either way she had a duty to uphold and being here was better than being back at Skywatch with those dreadful bunch.

Location: Riften: City Center
Company: Alone: Public

[korinzu]

Phyr'zar Ithra Zezaere

Phyr tuned in to the both of them as they turned to face him. Both with some form of response to a possible hostile threat. Good responses, but both were visibly Nervous. Both of them asked about the location of a group of bandits responsible for recent crimes. Like any member of the thieves guild knew, anything illegal was ears to them. Indeed he did know, but then suddenly the vampire extended an offer to him. Always witht he thinking that their vampyrism was superior to the natural condition. If it were then why could vampires be killed as easily as mortals? However he transformed, something he had not expected, but heard rumor about. A higher breed of vampire.

He considered it all a moment before he looked tot he girl who was now fearful. Even she did not know. One of his fellows had seen fit to check it out. His hearing cluing him in to such, the foot steps were far too light to be anyone but a thief or assassin. As the Vampire made his offer, clear through, Phyr held up his right hand to halt any further speech. "Sorry, but the offer had been made once by someone much older." He spoke, grabbing the garment around his neck and pulling it away, to reveal a bite that had healed over. A victim of the virus, cured of it. A forced offer it seems. However as his right hand did this, his left hand tapped the crossbow on his side. He had a small history with the dawnguard...

"While I appreciate your generosity, and politeness in the asking. I will decline your offer as well. I found the experience to be unpleasant last time. Though as for your prey, I do infact know, and am willing to help you for a fee. However it's better we move to elsewhere. We're about to have an unwanted guest." He spoke, hearing the heavy footfalls of an armor clad warrior with a heavy equipment set. Pointing to a passage, he walked past both of them without a care, leaving an obvious trail behind him for the warrior to follow. Setting up the bridge and the traps, while setting up the other passages to look as dead ends, less traeled and backtracked foorprints.

Bringing the two tot he chamber infront of the ragged flagon, a bit safer here for now. "Now, we can talk a bit more comfortably. Now, the details."

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Location: Riften - The Ratway
Company: Lagertha, Andre, Talen-Ja
Status: Interested, Cautious
Health: 100%
Stamina: 100%
Magicka: 100%
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