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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:41 pm
Mora closed in on the city of Chorrol, riding a borrowed paint horse her parents had lent her. It was slow, possibly sickly, and very distractable. The bosmer woman suspected that the dumb animal had stopped at every plant it came within five feet of. If the displeased set of her mouth was any indication, the woman was a little irritable that morning. She knew she should have been happy she didn't have to walk all the way from her home in The Imperial City to the smaller town of Chorrol, as she usually had to. But the tip she got from the city informed her that she had to be there in time to meet with an Argonian about the bandits in the area. She wouldn't have been able to walk there in time. Well, maybe she would have, but another group of adventurers could have beaten her to the punch, so to speak.
She dismounted as she got to the stable, pulling her bag off the beast's back. A stableboy took the reins, and Mora was finally rid of the frustrating animal. Slinging the bag of equipment over her shoulder, the woman walked through the gates of Chorrol and turned right down the road to come across an inn that looked like nothing she would ever like to sleep in. It probably was infested with bugs. Nothing like the inns in Imperial City. Mora sighed at herself. Her foul mood was making her go all... posh... or something. Normally, she liked the adventure of going out a sleeping in odd places. Maybe the horse put her off. That was the last time a bit of work came between her and her joy of travelling.
The Bosmer woman pulled open the door of The Grey Mare. She could immediately tell that the Argonian wasn't there yet. Apparently she was there early enough. Mora set her bag at a table and sat in a chair set beside it. Time to wait. She pulled out Song of the Alchemists, a book that supposedly made mixing things into potions easier, but seemed more like bad poetry to her. At least it was something to do.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:10 am
~Eliya
It was a cloudy late afternoon in the city of Chorrel and the only positive thing Eliya could sum up about the dismal weather was that it was not yet raining. Well anymore. Droplets of rain had cascaded lightly down upon the Altmer for a short time on her journey earlier in the day. Thankfully she was now nearing her destination and wouldn’t have to concern herself with the potential of worsening weather. The gods just don’t seem to be on my side lately….not that they ever have. Eliya’s inner monologue was cut short as she arrived at the stable outside of Chorrel. Dismounting her white horse she handed the reins to a stable boy along with a few coins. “I’ll be back for him in the morning.” The red head patted her horse on the neck, quickly whispering a fond goodbye. A few minutes later Eliya made her way through the city main gates and to the destination she had been given: The Gray Mare Inn.
The Altmer had arrived from the Imperial City where she’d recently been studying intensely at the Arcane University. Needing a well deserved break from the strains of mental sorceries she had readily accepted a job from an Argonian named Geem Jasaiin. It had been several months since her last job, a certain job that had unexpectedly led to a necromancer confrontation. Not exactly Eliya’s choice of pie so this simple job of taking care of bandits would be a nice reprieve. The directions he had given the mage led her now to the Inn standing before her. Her instructions were to wait at The Grey Mare for his arrival. He’d promised it would likely be evening sometime before he arrived and that there would be others there for the job as well. Eliya was an individual who practiced not just being on time, but being early. I wonder if any of the other’s gunning for this job will have arrived already, she thought to herself. She shrugged and entered the establishment.
It was a tiny place, with only a few tables and from what Eliya could determine likely only a couple of rooms upstairs. It was from what the elf could determine a fairly poor establishment, and not one that she would normally visit. At least it seemed fairly clean, or as clean as one could hope for given the circumstances and location. Eliya shook her head slightly, her long red locks shifting slightly with the movement. The place seemed fairly empty, and for being the late afternoon that was a bit of a surprise….surely people would be coming in soon for dinner? Perhaps this place really is going under….not that that should surprise me any. Disregarding her thoughts Eliya removed her hood and nodded to the lone bartender, calmly approaching the only other person in the room. The Altmer could tell right away that the woman sitting in front of her was a Bosmer. She had luscious long dark brown hair that likely made some women envious. She wore leather armor and had a bow and arrows strapped to her back. It was very possible she was here for the same thing Eliya was. Well the only way to know for sure would be to ask. The mage hoped she would be willing to have some company while they waited for the others to arrive.
“Hello.” Eliya nodded to the other woman as she slid into a seat across from her. Taking a gloved finger the elf swept it across the table and checked it for dust. Apparently satisfied with what she found she lowered her hand. “You by chance here for Jasaiin?” Without waiting for a response she motioned to the bartender. “A glass of frostdew blanc wine if you have it please.” Eliya turned her attention back to the woman across from her as she waited for a reply.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:29 pm
The Bosmer looked up from her reading as she heard a person enter the small inn. She had hoped that it would be the Argonian finally come to give her her orders - she had been waiting for quite a while now - but it was only an Altmer. Mora exhaled, closing the book she had been studying and putting away in her pack. It wasn't a very long book, and by this time she had probably read it four or five times. Any information she could have gleaned from the book she would gleaned by now. If she read it any more she was in danger of memorizing it. I don't need bad poetry floating around in my head.
When Mora turned back the Altmer woman was approaching her and sitting across from her. She looked friendly enough, and something about her face seemed familiar. Could she be someone who lived in her district in Imperial city? A mage studying at the University? Maybe she just had one of those familiar faces. Mora took in the Elf's face and posture, filing it away in her memory of people. Pale, for the Altmer Mora's instincts told her she was. She carried herself as someone who thought themselves very important. All this studying in the space of time it took the other woman to sit at Mora's table and greet her.
"Good afternoon," Mora replied. The Bosmer watched as the other woman inspected the table, eyes sharp and perceptive. That wasn't something just everyone did. This Altmer could really be important. Noble-born or rich. Someone who isn't accustomed to dust. Mora stopped her train of thought before she read too much into this simple gesture. Conclusions could be made that were completely false. She could just be acting like a typical High Elf. "Yes. I've been waiting for him all day."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:54 pm
■ □ ▬ [Saélihn Aeradel] ▬ □ ■  It was a cloudy late afternoon in the city of Chorrel. As per usual on a dismal day a foggy mist surrounded the closest forest to Chorrel. This was not a bother to most as those who passed through the rural area were either adventurous or bandits. Then of course you had the one elf who seemed to spend her days inside the greenery that subsided inside the area. The female bosmer sat upon the marsh, the crackling sound of beginnings and endings surrounded her. The rain brought nor took anything from the young tree sap. She didn't find the rain of convenience, as it did involve her getting soaked and ridiculously cold, but it brought her memories of Valenwood and it's great moving city. But she had no time to ponder the way such magical things were carried out as for the first time in a while, the bosmer had a purpose. She pulled herself from the ground and began to run towards the Chorrel's gates. droplets of rain made a beautiful song as she passed, each area of the grand forest delivering a different tune. The leaves and branches beneath her making a crunching noise as she passed. It was things like these that brought the young elf great joy in her heritage. Her Valenwood heritage.
The wood elf had traveled from the Imperial city where she was working within the arena. As she often was, the bosmer was permitted leave to wander wherever her feet would take her for a certain period of time. Unlike most of the times she had left the humble arena, this time the tree sap girl had left for a pile of small quests that would better certain areas inside Cyrodiil. The small task she had travelled to complete was set by a male Argonian under the name of Geem Jasaiin. She was to join in a small team to hopefully banish a group of bandits from the area. It was simple enough and was a good place to start on her hopeful journey. "Saélihn Aeradel is my name good sir, and I am no bandit nor fiend so there is no need to keep me from the city," she told the male guard as she finally reached the city.He simply turned and opened the gate for the female, wishing her a pleasant stay inside. Although he acted with such maturity as she passed through the gates with her back turned, he made a few remakes about her appearance. She found it a little pitiful.
She followed the given route to the small inn that was to hold her task and arrived with haste. She glanced over the establishment for little time, only to find it a disappointment. The outside showed many cracks in the woodwork and little class. Lihn walked into the building, her body now covered in droplets of rain.Luckily the area inside was warm and a little cozy, unlike that of most inns she had stayed in previously. Upon entering her attention was immediately brought to a pair of female elves conversing upon a table. The brunette elf wore a quiver and a bow upon her back. From this she was given the idea that the pair were there for the same reason as she. She was either going to look like an idiot or move closer to her current goal. She approached the bartender first to simply order before she went to sit with the other elves. "A glass of simple water if you would my dear sir," she asked with a bow. The male chuckled before pouring her drink. Placing her pay upon the bar counter she turned towards the pair of conversing elves.
Before sitting she bowed her head to the pair, "Good day." Quickly she sat upon a chair between the pair. "Are you two here for the argonian, Geem Jasaiin?“ She looked the pair up and down to try and guess what race each was. It was immediately obvious to her that the brunette was a bosmer like herself. The redheaded elf seemed to be an altmer but she wasn't entirely sure that she was correct. She looked like she was an altmer, but Lihn wasn't renowned for being observant.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:02 pm
Eliya~
Eliya nodded at the Bosmer woman’s response, pleased that she had guessed correctly. “Well the last thing he told me when I met with him in the Imperial City was that it would likely be evening before he appeared at this…. inn.” There was an obvious reluctant pause as the elf finished her sentence. Almost as if the admittance of this place held some sort of distaste in her delicate mouth. An easy smile quickly covered up the faltering expression on the Altmer’s face as she accepted her drink from the bartender, smoothly handing him a coin in return. Eliya looked at the simple cup for a second, noting the stains and chips before taking a drink. Despite the tacky glass it was in, the white wine was cool and refreshing. To some it may have seemed perhaps a strange contrast to what might be expected of one to drink on this darkening day, but that mattered little to the redheaded woman.
Eliya wasn’t always up for small talk, but this time she decided to venture in that direction. She had after all been the one to sit across from the Bosmer hadn’t she? Besides if there was one thing she had learned from experience, it was that getting to know your allies could mean the difference between life and death. She scrutinized the other woman for a moment, sizing her up before speaking. “Correct me if I am wrong, but you appear to be a scout of sorts are you not? An archer who is best at long range fighting?” Eliya paused before speaking again after some thought. “ I don’t suppose you are by chance a mage?”
Before the other woman could respond to Eliya, another elf entered the tavern and both their gazes went to the new woman momentarily. She ordered a glass of water and performed a comical bow… something that caused the redhead to raise a manicured eyebrow. The woman was an elf, a Bosmer by all appearances, however her armor was unlike anything Eliya had ever seen before. It appeared quite provocative, and to be honest the elf couldn’t imagine that it protected her anymore than Eliya’s own robes. It was in short, quite impractical. Not to mention the elf must get terribly cold. Not quite surprised, Eliya watched as the newcomer approached them and had a seat. When she asked them whether they were there to meet with Jasaiin, the Altmer nodded affirmatively. “Yes, we were just discussing him actually.” Eliya looked the other woman over carefully. “Your….. attire is quite interesting.” There was a subtle lingering distastefulness about the way she said ‘attire’ and even though the Altmer wanted to say much more, she decided it would be best for the moment to hold her tongue. “I assume you are here for the job as well.” Eliya’s perceptive eyes quickly read the other woman. She was likely a foreigner. Her words had the slightest nuance of an accent, and on top of that her attire screamed either outlander or whore. Since she was obviously here for the job Eliya had to assume she was the former.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 12:18 pm
Mora sniffed at the other woman's reluctance to call the establishment they were inside an inn. It seemed as if the two elves shared in their opinions of this place. They were both used to better quality. The Bosmer watched as the other elf's drink was brought to her, and was secretly glad that she hadn't ordered anything to drink or eat. Of course, she would get hungry eventually, and it was irresponsible to rely on the rations she brought in her pack when food was so readily available here. A grimace flashed over her face that was quickly smoothed over before someone working at the Grey Mare could be offended. The other elf might have noticed.
She listened as the Altmer asked questions of her, not surprised that the other woman would she her as the scout she was, but the guessing at her abilities with magika was very perceptive. Mora liked a perceptive ally. A small smile grew upon her face as a prelude to her reply, but she was interrupted by another person entering the building. It wasn't the Argonian, as she let herself hope for a second. It was another Bosmer woman, dressed for adventuring... or whoring. Mora's eyes narrowed with distaste and disapproval. Attire such as that was no where near practical for the cold weather, not to mention the fighting they were bound to do. If she complains about being cold, there's no way I'm helping her. A woman needs to learn for herself how to be practical and intelligent.
The other Bosmer was approaching, Mora could see, with the intent to talk to the Altmer and her. Mora carefully let her face go smooth, wiping the disapproval away from the other Bosmer's notice. Quietly she watched the Altmer reply to the other wood elf. Mora found the High Elf's words slightly amusing, and let a smile spread across her face. Hopefully the one dressed as a whore would interpret it as a friendly smile.
"You are very astute," Mora said in reply to the high elf's questions. "I am a scout, but I have taken the time to learn spells in restoration." Mora paused before going on. "If we are going to do this thing together, we might as well take this time to get to know each other's strengths and weaknesses. What else have we to do while we wait for Jasaiin?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:11 pm
■ □ ▬ [Saélihn Aeradel] ▬ □ ■ She looked the pair up and down to try and guess what race each was. It was immediately obvious to her that the brunette was a bosmer like herself. The redheaded elf seemed to be an altmer but she wasn't entirely sure that she was correct. She looked like she was an altmer, but Lihn wasn't renowned for being observant.The bosmer noted the gazes that the two elves gave her as she entered. Neither looked upon her with graces, it seemed that they disliked something about her. She couldn't work it out properly but she guessed that it had something to do with what she was wearing. It was a common thing for peoples eyes to be fixed upon her for the worst of reasons, not that it bothered Sae'lihn at all. If she honestly cared about people's opinions on what she wore, she wouldn't be wearing the little number. As she began to get comfy in her chair the altmer replied to her question. Just as she thought, they were indeed here for the argonian man's quest. "Oh I'm glad, you both looked like you were here for the quest. It would be embarrassing if you two weren't." And then she decided to speak of her attire. This confirmed her suspicions about their distasteful looks towards her. “Ah, I thought someone would say something. It's from Silvenar in Valenwood, where I grew up and I wear it because it reminds me of home. But it also gives me advantages when running, unlike most armour I have more freedom to move in this so, that's why I wear it.” She figured that they'd respect that she had reasons that were valid for wearing the leather armour. “Yes, I'm here for the job, do you think anyone else will be joining us?”
She looked the pair up and down, only to guess what skills and weaponry they dueled best with. It seemed that the bosmer had the same weaponry as she. Her bow skills would probably be as good as Lihn's or even better. She wouldn't be jealous if this were true, maybe a little curious as to how she learnt her skills, she'd mainly be happy. It's always good to have skilled people working along side you. Sae'lihn was trained in Silvenar by her parents and teachers not to mention she was sent into the army as a sniper. So whatever skill level the seated bosmer was, they'd have skill on their side anyway. "I'm curious, from where do you hail bosmer?" From what she had learnt though her fellow army pals, how skilled you were depended on wherever you came from in Valenwood. For instance if you came from the main city you were trained harder by professionals whereas, if you came from a tiny town that you couldn't find on a map it is most likely that you wouldn't be trained well. But this system only worked loosely for Valenwood.
The other elf who sat at the same table intrigued her. She wore robes of a mage and rested on her hip lay a short sword.The short sword was beautiful, the detail upon the handle even more so. Her robes reminded her of the mages guild for some reason. Though she could just be thinking of the the dark brotherhood, as it seemed that the same people intertwined between the guilds. Well, from her experience that was what happened..
It then came apparent that the bosmer was in fact a scout and had the skills of a healer. "That's impressive that you have healing powers, I'm a bard so the closest I get to spells is alchemy." She stopped, allowing the female to continue. "I use a bow under usual circumstances but I can use daggers if it comes down to it. But in all honesty I do have problems fighting mages."
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:10 pm
Eliya ~
“Indeed.” Eliya’s reply to the scout was simple but agreeable; the way she spoke was contemplative yet left an impression that she had more to say. The Altmer found it interesting but hardly unexpected that the woman across from her was skilled in the school of restoration. The school of restoration, though not a emphasis of Eliya’s own, was a very useful branch of magic. Personally she had chosen the path of Alchemy instead. There were several advantages in choosing to learn potions rather then healing spells as well as disadvantages but the redhead had decided early on in her schooling that the risk of turning her back on restoration was worth it. Despite this, Eliya did in fact approve of the brunette’s skill, something that could be slightly picked up in the way her head nodded slightly to accompany her single worded reply.
The Mage’s jade orbs turned back to the blond elf as she had a seat and gave some sort of barely coherent explanation as to her attire. So she wasn’t a complete naïve idiot, she could read between the lines. Perhaps there was hope for her after all. Not that Eliya cared particularly one way or another if the other elf lived past her contract. The woman said nothing as the elf continued to speak, but her thoughts in response to the blond woman were numerous. She is sentimental…her explanation of attire proves that. She is more interested in being reminded of home then in facing the fact that her attire is out of place and inappropriate for combat. So she gives way to emotions rather then logic. Eliya stored away this potentially useful piece of information as she decided to finally speak up.
“I believe we are waiting for at least one other person. Jasaiin seemed very intent on having at least four adventurers. Counting you we are three….” Eliya knew that she was stating the obvious, but it seemed almost necessary where this other woman was concerned. As her voice trailed off on the last sentence it was evident she wondered about the fighting capability this new elf could contribute. As the blond woman spoke up and explained her use of weapons, Eliya allowed a small smile to curl the full lips of her mouth. “I am a mage. I use my powers as well as daggers and poisons for combat. Ideally I prefer my opponents not to see me until they are already dead. The last expression on their faces surprise….the fading light from their eyes reflecting confusion.” The smile on her face had turned slightly sinister, her orbs darkened with a strange glint. It was with intention she had not specified her schools of magic; lowering her thick eyelashes she took another delicate drink of wine. [ooc- I would like to point out that Eliya is dressed in plain civilian robes, nothing that should be interpreted as mage-ish]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:50 pm
Mora couldn't contain a derisive snort at the other Bosmer's excuse for wearing such an outfit. We aren't in the ancient homelands now, little girl. But that was useful information for the Bosmer scout, who liked to compile as much information as possible about people she came into contact with. An understanding of people might help her to save someone important, if such a crisis arose. She idly wondered if this scantly clad woman upheld the rituals and practices of the Bosmer. Did the other Wood Elf uphold the sacred diet of only meat? Had she ever practiced cannibalism? Short of asking outright, the only way she could find out was by observation.
The brunette elf snapped out of her musing when a question was asked of her, by the blonde. "I was born and raised in The Imperial City. Many would call me unfortunate to have never visited the ancestral homelands of the Bosmer." Many, but not she, herself. Mora had no desire to visit hot, humid lands filled with insects to bite her and other Bosmer to eat her. No, the lands of Cyrodiil were the extent of her traveling curiosity. If other wood elves knew of her thoughts on that subject...
Mora turned her attention to the Altmer when she began to speak on what what important; her strengths and weaknesses. One slim eyebrow on the brunette elf's face rose in surprise at the mage's... passion... when speaking on the death of a foe. But she would think more on that later, when she could observe more. Now, a problem had been presented. "It seems we have the ranged and the rogue, but we haven't anyone to do the up-front, dirty work of the hand-to-hand fighter. Maybe we can make it work if we are clever enough, but it makes me uncomfortable. Hopefully a fourth will show soon, and prove to be a man -or woman, I suppose- of close combat." That said, Mora rose and stepped toward the fireplace that was crackling warmly. It was only a few feet from the table in that small room, and well within hearing distance of the other elves.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:06 am
■ □ ▬ [Saélihn Aeradel] ▬ □ ■ The altmer seemed uncaring for her explanation, not that she minded.It wasn't as if she expected anyone but herself to care or understand why she wore the outfit. Rain didn't bother her and neither did snow so she had never felt the need to buy something more suitable. Besides, as she said previously, the costume gave her the ability to move quickly and with great ease. The blond pulled her pack from over her shoulder to remove a piece of leather armour. She proceeded to pull it over her chest and smile. " I'm not an idiot. It does get cold here and it is dangerous to go without proper armour. I don't get cold often because I've built up immunities to it. And as I explained earlier I wear this for sentimental values but it can get dangerous. I have this for actual fighting. It simply connects to the front of the back of my corset." As she spoke she placed the armour onto her torso.
Her attention was then taken by the brunette bosmer. "So you've never been in the ancestral homelands? Well in it's day you would be missing out. But now there's no point. War is raging and the days grow long. Not even I wish to return for a while. Well not until I've tried to gain aid." This cancelled out her skill system completely. But it was highly interesting. She wondered how young bosmer were treated on the streets of the imperial city. But for now she would refrain from asking of the woman's past. She didn't wish to upset her if it wasn't pleasant.
“Well I think I understand why he wants at the very least four . The likely-hood of the fourth being a rage attacker is slim but still there. Either way I am trained in using my short sword and daggers if needed.” The altmer didn't seem impressed by Saelihn's first impression and this was obvious. The was she decided to point out that there were three of them gave her serious doubts about the pair working together well. The way her tone lowered as she finished the sentence showed Lihn that she didn't have much faith in her. She wasn't particularly surprised considering the looks she was given when she entered the tavern. “I was known as a sniper in the army that I worked in back in Valenwood. Snipers are what they called those who were some of the best with bows. I hope that this reassures you a little that I'm worth having on your team."Then it came to the altmer's turn to explain her strengths and weakness'. The way she described the expression upon an enemy's face was graphic. She had never really seen someones death up close so the idea was completely alien to her.
Then the other bosmer turned to the fire. She spoke of tactics and how it would be difficult for them to defeat the foes without an up close fighter. She had a point but whatever the case they'd have to make a plan anyway. " I believe if we don't receive a hand-to-hand fighter, that we should proceed to ambush from a hidden place. Now, I know it's a slightly rubbish idea but if we simply attack them from one angle then it would be instant kills on us all. So I propose that we attack from a different angle each. As you can tell I'm absolutely crap at making battle tactics. That's why I was a soldier not a general." Then something hit her, it wasn't particularly important but it was still something. "I've just realised that you two have the upper hand. I havent had the chance to learn of your names."
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 6:11 pm
Shinji Excalibur
XXX Night as drawing nigh to the already dreary day. Shinji had spent the last several weeks with in Chorrol, more specifically, the Mage’s Guild. Since his arrival at the Mage’s Guild, Shinji had become rather quiet and refused to open up to anyone. Tonight was the first night in a long few weeks that Shinji had even left the small room he had been given inside of the Guild. Earlier that day, someone had slipped a note underneath Shinji’s door. With his interest peeked, Shinji immediately picked it up and read it thoroughly. After reading it, Shinji concluded that someone was worried about his talents and wanted him to go out into the world. Shinji had contemplated the thought for several hours, but could not shake the fact that he wanted to go. Finally, after four hours of constant mind battles, Shinji packed and was now on his way to the Grey Mare Inn.
XXX Shinji walked slowly through the streets letting his tunic drag softly on the dirt behind him, in no hurry at all. He kept a constant watch on everything around him and never really though twice about anything he passed. Whoever had given him the note was also kind enough to leave directions to the Grey Mare Inn, so Shinji had no problems finding it. As he finally made it to the door of the Inn, he stopped for a few moments to finalize the choice in his mind. It was as if every noise of the night was blaring at him as he started to think about this for the last time before entering. The many sounds that clouded his judgment egged him to enter, to test his abilities, to prove his honor, and to become real with himself. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Shinji went with his gut instead of his mind and he walked up the short steps and into the Inn.
XXX Upon reaching the door, Shinji opened it slowly and listened to the creak of the old door as he opened it. Then, with little attention to himself, he walked into the Inn and closed the creaky old door behind him. There was no turning back at this point, so Shinji made sure he had everything with him before continuing. He reached over to his back and fingered his stave and his war hammer. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without my friends…’ He thought as he reached inside of his tunic and touched the hilt of his short sword with his left hand. ‘There we are, all my weapons are here…’ He thought as he reached behind him and grabbed for his single strapped backpack. He felt the spell book against his leather covered back and knew that it was there as well. The only thing he would probably need is some supplies and a strong horse, which shouldn’t be a problem with the well equipped and generous people of Chorrol, seeing that Shinji paid well. After he finished his finally check over what he had, he let his eyes roam around the room, he was looking for a small group of travelers from different places packed together. Soon, after only a few second, Shinji easily picked out the table that had those of either long war experience or high intellect about them. It was a small, clean table with three people gathered around it. Shinji knew that they where the most likely group to attempt this mission.
XXX As he made his way to the table, he reached into his pocket and grabbed the note that he had received and continued slowly forward. Shinji suddenly stopped for a brief second and examined the three people more closely. They where all women. In this time, it wasn’t un-common for women to go on missions, but Shinji didn’t think he would be the only man who showed up. None-the-less, after praying to the gods that another man would show up soon, walked up to the table. “Excuse me, ladies…” Shinji said as he bowed politely. “You wouldn’t happen to be waiting on the man called Jasaiin, would you?” Shinji asked in a light, but in a forwardly straight tone, in order not to really draw too much attention to himself. He assumed a standing position after his light bow and waited on one of the ladies around the table to answer his question.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 12:07 pm
 Eliya ~ As the women sat at their table talking, lower class citizens dressed in unimpressive attire began to trickle into the pub. As if in response to the brunette bosmer’s last words, another figure entered the Inn, however he was definitely no commoner. Eliya’s perceptive gaze swept over him, her green eyes taking in his distinct clothes and weapons. As he entered he paused, his unnoticeable behavior though likely unseen by others, picked up by Eliya. She noted the way he touched his weapons as if to reassure himself in some way. The redhead had been paying little attention to the rambling words of the foreign elf next to her, only choosing to speak when blond woman asked for her name. “You may call me Eliya.” The Altmer's words held no warmth and she did not elaborate or expand her words for the blond woman. Eliya watched casually as the man, clearly a mage, (his staff made that known to all) dressed in colorful robes with exotic symbols approached.
“Excuse me, ladies…You wouldn’t happen to be waiting on the man called Jasaiin, would you?”
Interesting, this man has quite the manners. He is most curious; I wonder who he is? “Actually we are, though it may yet be a while before he makes his appearance.” Eliya gestured to the empty seat on the other side of her. “You are welcome to join us, we were just in the midst of introductions.” Eliya’s tone was friendly and significantly warmer then when she had spoken to the blond woman earlier. This human was actually quite attractive and certainly knew how to dress to make a statement, but tastefully so. Absently she began playing with a certain necklace that lay around her neck, its pendant centered just above her breasts.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:48 am
The brunette Bosmer turned her back to the flame, both to warm her legs and to watch the other elves. The scantly clad one pulled out the extra leather armor that she had, "because she was not an idiot." Why she wouldn't wear said leather at all times was a mystery. Maybe the other Bosmer woman thought herself stronger if she could teach herself to resist the cold. That might actually make her stronger. Or maybe more susceptible to heat. Either way, that bit of leather did not cause Mora to think better of the blonde elf. Probably the only way the other wood elf could prove herself as something more than a scantly clad trollop was if she proved herself in battle, which was understandible. Well, if that lizard would come soon, they would soon have a chance to prove to everyone that they were respectable people.
The rest of the Blonde Bosmer's words were chiefly ignored by Mora. She learned what she wanted to know, that the other wood elf was good with the bow, and tuned out everything else she said. The other Bosmer's words were mostly reiterations of what Mora was silently thinking anyway. She did ask for names, though, and Mora vaguely heard that herself and the Altmer had the upper hand or something, because the other Bosmer didn't know their names. That sort of confused Mora, as she wasn't aware that anyone had given a name. Of course, it was possible that the Blonde had given her name and Mora had missed it. With a wrinkled brow, Mora was about to speak, but was interrupted by the front door of the inn opening. The past few times it had been just one of the locals coming in for a drink but Mora looked anyway. It was not the Argonian, but at least it was a more battle-ready looking man who looked as if he could fit the description of one who would make their little party complete. Well, sort of. Mora figured he was a magic user of some sort, but had weapons fit for melee.
The man struck the perceptive Mora as rather strange. She assumed he was an Imperial... but... Well, maybe it was his facial structure or something that reminded her of something else. She couldn't think what, and this bothered her. She watched him quietly as he approached, a neutral look on her face. His manner towards them, however, was pleasing and polite, affecting a sweet smile that flickered across Mora's features. A rather rare sight in such a serious woman.
"I am Yaanamora, but most of my acquaintances call me Mora." She informed the party, her smile by then already gone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:17 am
■ □ ▬ [Saélihn Aeradel] ▬ □ ■ She had figured by this point that the women who sat beside her held no respect for her. It was both disheartening and irritating to the blond bosmer that they didn't seem to care for her as a normal creature would. It had seemed that the woman's first appearance was not proper to the elves who she was expected to share company with. "I think we got off to the wrong start. I can tell that my words mean nothing to little to you. I can also tell that neither of you enjoy my presence, not that I expected that you would," her hand clutched the water before her and pulled it towards Saelihn's mouth."But I apologize for whatever I have done." The woman continued to walk towards the bar. "I request to order one of your finest wines my good ser." The male simply nodded and poured the thick liquid into a glass and placed it upon the bar counter. "Thank you good ser,“ she replied placing the correct coins upon the counter.The female took the glass and proceeded to stand beside a nearby wall. Beside her lay a window which she proceeded to stare out of.
It was at this point that a male dressed in robes entered the room and walked over to Eliya. He spoke with most beautiful manners and even bowed as she had previously.The blonde hoped that the man would be much more 'accepting' of her as she walked over. "Ho there friend! As Eliya said, we are awaiting the appearance of the elusive Jasaiin. I am Salihn Aeradel, one of Valenwood's finest archers in their army. If you wish to speak with me I shall be over by the window, checking for both Jasaiin and other adventurers" The woman took a bow before the man, smiled and walked towards the window once more. Her eyes constantly scanned the outside perimeter, simply looking for another fighter on their team.
She began to wonder where she was to go after her current mission ended. The idea of returning to the Imperial city arena was one that she had wished to do previously. It had been a while since she had bothered to adventure deep unto the imperial city and her status in the ranks stayed the same. If she destroyed the bandits with the other she would probably stay in the forest for a short while in order to think out her next plan.
Her mind settled on returning to the imperial city after the mission was complete gave her the freedom to move closer towards the table, only hovering above her past seat. Taking another sip from the dirtied glass the bosmer looked at her 'companions', "There is no sign of the man as of late but if you wish for me to continue to watch for him I will." Her tone was simple and hid her slight anger at the two females. " Would anyone wish for a drink on me? I'm in no haste to find gold and it's easier to talk once drinks are served."Yes, drinks provided a certain social atmosphere and gave one something to hide behind. The blond continued to contemplate the idea of sitting beside the three. She wished to stray from arguments and she feared if she sat something would come up. But on the other hand, she did need to know about her companions and if she avoided them it wouldn't be possible for her to learn.
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