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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:58 am
Attention Warriors & Mages Alike!The Fighter's and Mage's Guilds have come together in search of individuals willing to venture after a criminal who recently escaped the Anvil Jail and fled the city. He is known as Daenlin Brallion, leader of a petty smuggling gang, and he took with him an Imperial Guard as hostage. The convict has been spotted at Brina Cross Inn, directly North of Anvil and is believed to be hiding out in Hrota Cave, where he has rejoined his gang of Bosmer thieves and smugglers. Something must be done, and the guard is stretched too thin as it is. So the Mage's Guild and Fighter's Guilds have stepped in, and implore the generous nature of some talented adventurers,to please come forward and assist us and your city in resolving this matter as soon as possible. Candidates should report to the Horse Whisperer Stables outside the Northern Anvil Gate Fredas the 16th, at 10am sharp.Quest DescriptionQuest Giver: Both the Mage's Guild & Fighter's Guild
Location: Anvil, Hrota Cave.
Objective/Directions: Adventurers will start at the Horse Whisperer Stables, North of Anvil. There will be an escort from the Mage's Guild as well as the Fighter's guild and they will lead the group to Hrota Cave. From here the party will be expected to explore the cave and eliminate any of the gang they come across, including the escapee. In addition to this, they must do their best to rescue the hostage who is a female Imperial Guard. Once every gang member is dead (and the hostage rescued) they can return to the Anvil Fighter's Guild for reward. (If a character is a part of the Mage's Guild, they have the option of returning there instead.) This quest IS open to anyone, regardless off their affiliated factions, but only individuals in those respective guilds will be able to move up in their faction.
Expected Resistance: Various wild animals on the way to the cave and outside the cave, approximately ten normal bandits (gang members), two bandit mage's (miniboss), and one Bandit Leader (Boss - Escaped Convict) and his three pet wolves within.
Rewards: 250g each, reduced to 125g each if the hostage is killed. Other loot and rewards will be revealed at a later point.
Other Information: - It is expected and preferred that the Hostage does not die, but rather returns with the group to Anvil. In the unfortunate event the hostage does die, the gold reward for each member will be cut in half.
Signed up:
1. Confused Insanity - Bareok (FG)
2. Nerevar Telvanni - Nevan (MG)
3. Zalrea - Camille (MG)
4. Papafinalfauxpas - Hakon (FG escort)
5. Thepoisonedmuffin - Coraline (MG escort)
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 1:23 pm
Bareok Kayle  xxxxxxxxxxxxAnvil was a very long way away from Bareok's home city, yet it seemed as if he was always going down there to do the fighter's guild's bidding. Why couldn't there be violent bandits who kidnapped people inside Imperial City? Oh. Right. Because then he would actually be in danger when not on a mission. That would seriously impede the amount of drinking and revelry he enjoyed. Now that he thought about it, Anvil was a good place for all those bandit shenanigans to happen. There was another good thing about traveling there; it took him through the best part of Cyrodiil to gather the herbs he needed for his potions. So he began traveling a couple days before the scheduled meeting and picked his way through the forest and farmlands of the West Weald. He stayed one night each in Skingrad and Kvatch, and arrived slightly early at the Horse Whisperer Stables. xxxxxxxxxxxxHe rode up on his usual mount: a black steed named Poison that wasn't, strictly speaking, his horse. He only stopped at the stables briefly to hand over his horse at the front gates. This time he was actually going to be armored up and ready to go before the scheduled meeting. He went to the Anvil Fighter's Guild Chapter and conscripted the help of a young fighter's guild initiate. Last time his other party members were pretty pissed that he wasn't ready. They didn't understand how cumbersome heavy armor could be. Traveling in it was hard on both him and his horse, and he wasn't going to put himself through that if at all possible. So he suffered through a much earlier morning than he was used to to get where he needed to go on time. The Imperial felt a strange mixture of pride and disgust in himself for thinking ahead so well. xxxxxxxxxxxxThe armored man managed to stand outside the main building of the stables before ten in the morning, but only just. He was as well-groomed as ever before he waded into the battle, though he didn't look too happy about being out of bed at that time. Quests always began too early in the morning. He leaned himself against the side of the building, crossed his arms in front of him, and waited. ||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Tired ||Location: Horse Whisperer Stables
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:15 am
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : Horse Whisperer Stables
Once again Neven found himself traveling across Cyrodill, this time his destination was the city of Anvil. He’d never been to the city before, so it took some time to acquire a book and familiarize himself with the city and surrounding area. The Gold Coast they called it, Neven had always been quite fond on city’s along the coast, namely because many a Telvanni city or town was settle along the edges of the Padomaic Ocean. So all in all Neven didn’t mind that much in having to travel to Anvil for his newest job. He had slowly gotten adjusted to riding horses, he still wasn’t happy about it, but he was slowly learning to live with it. It was nightfall when he finally reached the city, the smell of the salty sea greeted him like an old friend. He left his horse with the local stable, and proceed passed the main gates and into the city itself. He would have taken a small tour of the place, but he was tired from the long ride. So instead Neven headed to the local Mages Guild hall to rest for the night.
The next morning he rose well rested, got dressed and headed down stairs for something to eat, before he went back to the stables. The job this time would be to rescue yet another useless soul from the bad guys, a bloody Imperial guard no less. Why he kept agreeing to this kinds of missions he didn’t know, he promised himself that as long as the job would allow him to move up in the ranks of the guild he would take it. But having to team up with the Fighter’s guild nearly caused Neven to walk away and go back to his own research. None the less he agreed he’d have to put up with the hulking brutes and savages that the Fighters Guild no doubt picked to go on this mission.
When he arrived at the stables, he noticed only a single armored Imperial leaning against the stable building. Great another Imperial, hopefully this fool wasn’t as soft as the fool who got himself kidnapped. Seeing as the others probably weren’t going to be joining them anytime soon, Neven walked over to a bench in the shade and sat down to wait.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:01 am
Camille Roan Health: Untouched | Magicka: Untapped | Fatigue: Not Tired | Location: Horse Whisperer Stables A real quest with the Mage's Guild. This is what Camille had been waiting for. Not some simple task, like collecting nightshade or testing a new potion. No, it was a real quest. This was a real mission, with real dangers. Not to mention it was all the way in Anvil. She had left the Imperial City quite early in the morning the day before, and was just now able to see the City of Anvil. As tiring as it was, the long walk hadn't been that bad. She had even been able to see many interesting ruins along the way. It was very early in the morning as she walked up towards the stables. The air was nice and cool from the ocean breeze. The grass around her, which was wet, was beginning to soak the bottom of her robes. She could see some horses behind the fence. Most of them white, but she then saw a black one. As she looked around, she took notice to an Imperial man, as well as a Dunmer, already waiting near the stables. Although Camille was excited to go on a real quest, the Fighter's Guild involvement was an annoyance in her mind. She had never really liked the Fighter's Guild that much. A bunch of men and women relying on brute strength to solve problems? She knew there was probably more to it than that, but she wasn't dying to find out either. Physical activity that involved swinging around heavy weapons just didn't interest her. Experimenting with new Restoration or Illusion magicks did. Either way, she couldn't get around the fact that the Fighter's Guild would be helpful. Casually, she stood near the stables and watched the horses as she waited.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:44 pm
 Hakon Vermundr Hakon had visited Anvil once during the years he had travelled by sea, and though he did not spend a lot of time outside of the docks but he did make a note to return one day if he ever needed future work. Sadly, it would seem that he would be returning under less pleasant circumstances. He had been told of the mission to rescue the Imperial Guard who had been taken by a recently escaped convict. Technically, the mission did not seem to put much emphasis on rescuing her, as he would only face a pay reduction if the hostage was killed. While the officials behind this business may weigh her life as less than that of enacting vengeance against the escape convict Hakon would see to it that her safety was his priority. The man, a smuggler if he heard right, was not much of a threat and was not worth getting anyone killed over. If he had to he would rather negotiate the hostage’s release rather than risk her life but if the chance was there he would fulfill the contract once the hostage was clear.
So it would have been to his advantage, and that of the hostage, if he was well rested before checking out the rumored location of the smugglers. He borrowed a Fighter’s Guild Bay horse so that he could travel to Anvil and have enough time to rest and plan the day before he and the other set out the next day. While in the city he did his best to find out the approximate location of the cave and any danger before spending the remainder of the night preparing his armor and other possessions. He awoke early the next morning and help himself to breakfast before warming up his muscles in preparation for any trials the day had in store for him. By the time he armored up he imagined the others were already beginning to meet at the Horse Whisper Stables and wasted no more time.
Once outside the city he could see a few figures standing near the stables, the armored one being one of the first. The only one he recognized among them was the Dunmer he met not too long ago and had wished to never meet again. This mission was too important for either of them to get huffy and leave though, and if that meant rolling with his insults then Hakon would be cooperative for now. He did not know how many others would be joining them but he would wait an hour, maybe a little less, before rallying those who were there to rescue the hostage and take down the smugglers. If he was lucky, the Dunmer would see Hakon and simply just keep his peace.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 2:21 am
 ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : White Horse Stables - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coraline was up late last night. She had just recently made her way over to the Chorrol Hall to live and study at. Their specialty and focus was on Conjuration a particular skill she focused on mostly. She had recently picked up quite a lot of Illusion practice but still was enchanted with conjuration. Most of her day was spent moving into her new room and getting acquainted with her new peers then toying around with spells throughout the night. The sun was peaking over the horizon when the students finally fell asleep in their beds, she had forgotten that she was meant to be in Anvil in two days time to be the representative for her school on a task. lt was going to be her first official mission as an Evoker. She didn't want to make her superiors regret promoting her even at her age.
When she woke up, her head was throbbing at the back of her eyes and her throat felt as if it were scratched. She coughed and took a sip of water from a glass on the side of her bed. Most of her belongings were still unpacked. Her room was facing the large tree in the center of the road. Sun was beaming through the glass and she could see people walking through the streets. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out her robes, getting dressed for today's lecture when she realized where she had to be. Taking all of her necessary equipment to handle this task she ran out of the building as soon as she was dressed. She got to the stables and got on her horse, Prince Edmund, a clean white horse that had a black leather saddle perched on him.
Paying her thanks to the stable master, she headed towards the coast to meet up with her companions for this task. She hadn't read over the details on to whom was actually going on this mission but she was sure it shouldn't be too difficult since she remembered that an Apprentice would be joining them on the quest. Probably the kid's first one, she smiled thinking that it was a kid when most likely it was someone probably at least ten years older then she was.
She had gotten to Anvil later that night and overslept in the Inn. By the time she had gotten up and had a quick breakfast, she was already late to meet up with her party. When she arrived, it seemed as if everyone was waiting on her. The sun was still rising and the air was a little cold and smelled of salt from the sea. She glanced around at the people standing around as she was still walking up to them with her arms across her chest, trying to keep warm, and noticed that she didn't hear anyone talking. There was four of them standing around and might have been twiddling their thumbs. There seemed to be a Dunmer, Breton, Nord and an Imperial, these quests were always racially diverse. She recognized two of them though, The Dunmer, Neven, who she disliked due to his brusque attitude to just about everything that he saw or heard and was most in favor for conflict amongst his team and a heart two sizes too small. And she also recognized Harkon, the Nord. He was much more nice and reasonable about situations that would just anger Neven. As she looked over at the other two, one was dressed in armor, who she though must have been from the fighter's guild, and the Breton in standard Mage's Robes, who she thought must be the apprentice.
As she got closer, people were still hushed. It seemed that it was going to be her who broke the silence. ''Hello everyone, my name is Coraline Atraena, though you can just call me Coraline and l'm the Representative from the Mage's Guild.'' she was curious to see how they would react though more so Neven at the fact that she was now his superior.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:07 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : White Horse Stables
Not long after Neven arrived at the stables, a female Breton wearing a set of Mage’s robe arrived to join the party. At least Neven wasn’t going to be stuck with a bunch of mindless Fighter’s Guild members on this trip. Hopefully this one would be of better use than the others members of the Mage’s Guild he had the unfortunate opportunity to meet. Though Mora, had shown some skill and Neven had a bit of respect for the female Bosmer. He followed her with his eyes as she walked across the stables and waited for the two remaining members of their party to arrive.
If Neven’s mood had improved with the addition of another mage, the next member to arrive certainly killed his mood altogether. He should have known it was a possibility given that the Fighter’s Guild was going to be involved. But still he didn’t expect to see this person so soon again. The walking mountain of un-evolved flesh that was the Nord Hakon came lumbering into the stables decked out in his armor. Neven tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, daring the Nord to say anything smart. The Nord kept his tongue as his gaze swept over the people waiting.
The last member of the party was sure taking there sweet time, and all this waiting around was starting to grind on Neven’s already messed up mood. He was getting restless waiting; he was just about to stand and suggest that they leave the last member behind and get this farce started. He had better things to be doing with his time, than waiting around. Neven let an audible groan, when he saw the last member of the so called rescue party, it was the little Altmer child Coraline. Well she wasn’t really a child, but from the way she acted in their last quest together, Neven was going to label her as such.
Just like a naive kid, she was the first among the group to introduce herself, but before anyone else could respond in kind Neven jumped in and said, ”You are A representative, not THE representative of the Mage’s Guild.” Neven didn’t give two shits that Coraline held one rank higher than him in the guild. Neven had more magical experience than she had been alive. ”As you can see you’re not the only person here that’s from the guild.” Neven motioned his head toward the Breton female. ”And I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d prefer to get this show on the road. Some of us have better things to be doing with their time…”
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 10:05 pm
Bareok Kayle xxxxxxxxxxxxAs he was waiting, Bareok let his eyes close and his mind drift into a not-quite-alseep, not-quite-awake state. He was sure that, when the rest of the party chose to arrive, something would be said before they left. If not, then they were really very rude and didn't deserve his heavily armored fighting power. His drifting thoughts turned to the person he was about to go rescue - and he really thought of it as a foregone conclusion that he would be able to accomplish the task. He hoped that she would be more like a damsel in distress and less like an Imperial Guard who was pissed off that she was captured and therefore not in a good mood. Actually, all he really hoped was that she didn't have warts or wasn't all strangely muscled from all the Imperial Guarding she did. If his wishes came true he could swoop in and be the dashing knight saving the fair maiden from pirates... he could just picture himself then, billowing black tresses whipping in the air as he tore his way through the hoards of unwashed baddies to get to the poor girl, tied up, he clothes ripped... xxxxxxxxxxxx"Hello Everyone..." The words of what sounded like a very young lady stirred him from his fantasy, just as it was getting interesting. He opened one eye to see the gathering of people in front of the stables. One looked a lot like him in at least the heavy armor department, and had the build and coloring of a Nord. Another was a sour-looking Dunmer mage (okay, so, normal-looking for a Dunmer.) The third was a timid-looking mage girl who he would definitely have to get to know better late on. The last, who must have been the speaker, was a little elf child who was looking very grown up despite her youth. He was about to reply with an open, friendly grin spread across his face when the Dunmer spoke up and said very Dunmer-like things - and Bareok would know; he was raised by one. xxxxxxxxxxxx"Good morning to you, Coraline." Bareok said in an open, friendly manner after the Dark Elf was done with his impatient speech. "I am Bareok Kayle, a representative from the fighter's guild, if you couldn't already tell." Of course she could, but he was only responding in the same form she was. "We can make our introductions on the road; I think we have enough time for those." With that, he turned toward the road and made a motion for people to walk ahead of him. He assumed that they weren't going to take the horses since it was only a short distance to the cave from the stables. Besides, he didn't really want to risk the life of his mount when it wasn't really necessary. She was a good horse. ||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Amiable ||Location: On the road to Hrota Cave
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:46 pm
Hakon Vermundr
At least Caroline seemed to retain her positive attitude while Neven was as annoying as he remembered. Regardless, he agreed with both the Dunmer and the Bareok that they should get going while they were still fresh. "Agreed, the sooner we get underway the less chance these scum won’t up and run away. “ Since Bareok seemed intent on leading the group towards the hideout, Hakon stayed out of the way when the man approached before speaking again. "The name is Hakon, I am also from the Fighter’s Guild. Always good to meet another member. I’ll stay near the front if you are going to be in the rear then.” Hakon worded that just in case Neven wanted to make a comment about how much he disdained being behind slow, ‘dull-witted’ fighters. If the Dunmer wanted to take the lead then Hakon was not going to deprive him of the joy of telling others what to do and how to do it. In any case he started up the hill while trying to maintain an easy pace without putting too much distance between the group members as he reminded himself of what he heard in the city.
“Some of the locals say that there could be big cats near the roads. I’m sure we could all handle ourselves well-enough should they become a problem but I hear staying in groups makes them wary of approaching. Better to stick close and keep alert than to pick out claws later.” He wasn’t worried about himself or Bareok, their armor would fend off most fatal blows. Neven was aggressive enough to fight reactively but he didn’t know how well Caroline and the other mage would react to an attack. It’s why he wanted the two somewhere between Hakon and the other Fighter’s Guild member, just in case. Perhaps the Dunmer could be of use by being the group’s eyes. With his helmet on Hakon did not much, if any, peripheral vision. Besides, the mountain lions would probably run off the second Neven started insulting them for fear of going deaf.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 11:36 pm
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : Path to Hrota Cave - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She could almost hear Neven's crepitate, but she decided to remain absent minded to his response. Copacetic with her nonexistent response, she nodded to Bareok to continue with their goal at hand. Every second they wasted standing around here was probably time the guard didn't have. And knowing her own ambsace the more the lollygagged introducing themselves that by the time they had gotten to the cave their task would have already been failed. Coraline already had prior experience with Neven and knew that he was one to bicker about anything someone said or did if he didn't like the way it was said or done. He was racist and found reasons to argue just because someone wasn't a Dunmer like himself. She wasn't about to give him anymore reason to continue to show the rest of the party on how impolite he could be. There was no reason to waste her breath on explaining why she was calling herself that and would hope that sooner or later he would come to accept that her rank was why the guild had chosen her.
They had seen her skills worthy enough to become an Evoker and that she would have more responsibilities when it came to her actions and the actions of people she was working with. She was just supposed to be a supervisor of her team to make sure they all came back alive and in one piece and would also if need be, which she would greatly hope would never come up, be the one to speak for the guild's best interests. She was going to take this mission very serious since now not only was her live on the line but two other mages and the life of a guard. She would hope that Harkon and Bareok were capable of watching themselves. Harkon had proven himself able to make sure he would be able to survive and also work as a team to complete a common goal. She wasn't sure about this Bareok person though. He did seem like a nice enough person though.
Coraline did a small curtsy towards Bareok, who confirmed her earlier suspicions that he was from the Fighter's Guild. She didn't want to presume that this ephebe was a dinergate, though she means no disrespect when she though of him as that. ''lt's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.'' she said politely. She watched the team start to scurry down the path that would lead to the Hrota Cave. She followed, letting Bareok take the flank and Harkon take the front, positioning herself close to him, just in case Neven wanted to be upfront. She could never really read exactly what he wanted. Camille, the Breton mage that Neven spoke of earlier she made sure that she would be safe in the middle of the group. Usually ambushes happened to block all escape options and keep their targets positioned in one spot, taking the flank and front first.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:09 am
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : Gold Road, heading toward Hrota Cave
Neven was disappointed that Coraline hadn’t risen to his bait; she must be learning to respect her elders and betters after all. It made Neven happy to put the little Altmer in her place, and a smug smile formed across his face. It seemed that the brutes were in agreement that they needed to get this show on the road. He watched the team take up positions as they walked north on the Gold Road toward Hrota Cave. Harkon and Coraline poisoned themselves up front, all buddy buddy from the last mission. He hoped a mountain lion would jump out and take a bite out of one of them. But knowing Harkon’s luck that damn armor of his would save his neck again. The Imperial held back holding their rear flank, and basically placing all the “soft” mage’s in the center of their armored box. Neven didn’t need their protection he survived the Oblivion invasions of his home land he could survive a band of bandits or the area’s wild life.
Speaking of the Oblivion invasion, they had just crested a hill that brought into view the reaming husks of the Oblivion Gate that had been opened outside of Anvil. Still a top the smashed remains of one of the Nine Divines shires, its twin like talons bursting out of the ground ready to slaughter anyone who dared approached the door. Neven along with his wife had lead strikes passed those very same talons into the heart of Dagon’s realm during the Oblivion Crisis. If it hadn’t been for the Telvanni Mage’s Morrowind would have fallen to Dagon and his minions. Neven reached into down inside his leather cuirass and pulled out a picture of his wife Morgiah Telvanni. He’d almost lost her during one of their strikes against the forces of Dagon, a memory he did not wish to remember. Neven may be an arrogant xenophobic a**, but there was indeed one person who he respected and loved above all else, and that was his wife.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 12:47 am
Bareok Kayle xxxxxxxxxxxxNow that the party was finally formed up, Bareok could amble his way to their destination behind the party. With every step he took came the inevitable metallic rustle of his steel armor. When he first started wearing such heavy fare, that rustle annoyed him. It reminded him of the step of the city guard; not always such a good sign, considering the things Bareok sometimes got himself into. Now, however, he was quite used to the sound. It was the sound of arrows glancing off his breastplate, the noise of a blade not quite getting through to his vital organs. He wasn't sure how those mages could stand wearing cloth robes. Sure, the spells he cast were a little harder to get through with all that armor impeding his movements, but in the end it meant that he was alive. xxxxxxxxxxxxHe clanked along, watching the pathway and the lands surrounding it with casual eyes. As party lead, Hakon's duty was to do most of the seeing, otherwise Bareok probably would have been more attentive to his surroundings. Instead, he focused briefly on the picture the Dunmer in front of him pulled out upon seeing the remnants of the crisis. That crisis had been before his time, but Selene spoke of it on occasion, boasted that she had dispatched a couple of those hell creatures. It was always an interesting subject, as far as Bareok was concerned, so he decided to attempt conversation with this sour-looking Dunmer, maybe get him to talk about it a little. Doing such a thing was very often ill-advised, but whatever. What was the worst that could happen?
xxxxxxxxxxxx"Beautiful woman." He commented as he stepped up his pace to match the Dunmer's. Bareok was careful not to ogle, in case that woman depicted in the dark elf's hands was his wife or something. Sometimes people get funny when another man looks at their wife for too long. ||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Amiable ||Location: On the road to Hrota Cave
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:36 pm
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : Path to Hrota Cave - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The road was quite as they weren't really speaking a lot if any at all. Coraline didn't mind this though. The sight of the coast was beautiful. The sea salt scent in the air with a small breeze of air littered the road they took. The leaves on trees rustled about, falling accordingly when the breeze picked up enough to rip them off the limbs. They danced around as the wind carried them off. She wasn't too used to seeing trees with leaves on them still. The mountains of Bruma were cold and unrelenting to the wildlife foliage. A small critter caught her peripheral vision which made her turn her gaze over to get a better look at it, but, was unlucky and was only able to see the long grass rustle about when it ran by.
The sound of the heavy armor clinging ruined the peaceful moment she was trying to have. It would have been more relaxing if she were alone. She would like to be with an open book, resting underneath a tree with a goblet of tea by her side. She would be able to live out that dream more lately now that she is now living in Chorrol where the weather was more warm, almost spring like. It was much more warm then she was used to living in. She could actually spend her time studying outdoors, underneath the sun instead of being cooped up indoors next to the hearth. It would be nice to enjoy the outdoors a lot more often. The thought made her smile.
She crossed her arms and walked forward still. Her legs carrying her along with the party. She let out a small yawn and muffled the sound with her palm before slipping her hand back into the crisscross formation over her chest. For being as quite as the party were, she swore she could hear a voice. It didn't sound like the condescending Neven, but an actual complement. She perched her ears to listen to the voices again. She thought it would have been that other fighter, Bareok, she think's his name is. Harkon was near to her and his voice would have been much more audible and recognizable. She waited to see who he was talking to, and, how the person would respond. If her thoughts about it being directed to the other mage her, then, she would be able to see Neven react in a outrageous manner. It would be funny to see his outburst. They started to grow on her.
((Had to cut it short, l had plans made for me but l promised a post))
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 3:49 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : Gold Road, heading toward Hrota Cave
Despite the sound of armor scraping and clinking against the stone road, Neven could still hear the sounds of the ocean and the group made their way further inland away from the coast. Living on Telvanni Island, the sound and smell was an everyday occurrence. Much better than the dust coated air that his fellow Telvanni Mage’s had to breathe on Vvardenfell and parts of the Morrowind main land. He could almost see himself walking along the coast line next to his tower, his wife by his side, both deep in conversation on their most recent magical theories and discoveries. Neven was slipping into one particular heated debate, on the nature of the mythopoeic forces the Dwemer were studying in their attempts to transcend the limits of mortality, when he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.
Normally no one could slip in that close to Neven without him knowing it. It was his trip down memory lane that caused him to lose his outward focus. “Beautiful woman,” the voice had said, it had to belong to the fighter Bareok as he was supposed to be on rear guard. Neven slipped the photo of his wife back under his leather armor, turned his head to look back at the warrior. ”Yes she’s very beautiful. “ He then added ”If you wish to keep your eyes, you will put them back to use as rear guard.”
Neven wasn’t a jealous man when it came to his wife, he knew that she was his and he hers and nothing but death would ever change that, but Bareok was supposed to be putting his skills as a warrior to use a rear guard and Neven was not one to share with people he didn’t know, nor like.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:03 pm
Bareok Kayle xxxxxxxxxxxxInstead of getting offended by the Dunmer's rather... hostile words, Bareok grinned. The Imperial was clearly amused by the Dark Elf, strangely enough. Not at all phased. He did however, employ his eyes as the other man suggested. It was quite possible that the Dunmer wasn't joking about him loosing his eyes if he didn't pay enough attention to the rear guard. Whether that be by his own doing or by the efforts of a desperate mountain lion was unclear. Either way, Bareok rather liked his eyes where they were. xxxxxxxxxxxx“Just striking up a conversation. I heard that wild animals generally stay away from people who make a lot of noise. Though I'm sure my armor does well enough for the purpose.” Bareok replied in a good-natured voice. He knew very well how annoying his armor could be to those not used to the metallic rustle and heavy footsteps of a heavily armored individual. They wouldn't begrudge his choice of apparel once he played the wall of steel that kept deadly blows from penetrating their cloth and leather. xxxxxxxxxxxxAnyway, conversation was still much more desirable to listening to his armor drown out the delicate sounds of nature. He was beginning to feel as if the other members of the party felt differently. That would be incredibly boring. Strictly businesslike people were dull and certainly not the people he'd like to associate with if he had the choice. At this point he didn't have much of one. It was because of his advancement through the guild that he was there. This was his first mission as someone no longer on the bottom tier of the guild. He was responsible. That very thought cause a crooked grin to spread across his face. Him? Responsible for anything? Hell, his nanny still pretty much lived with him. She was the one who was responsible, not him. ||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Amiable ||Location: On the road to Hrota Cave
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