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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:12 am
  Location: Wawnet Inn, Fort Vlastarus Quest Giver: Narussa Objective: Narussa runs the Wawnet Inn just west of the bridge into the Imperial City. She is a lover of fine and rare wines and is looking for anyone who can bring her the illusive Shadowbanish wine. Through the unsuccessful attempts of others she has recently learned of one particular location in which it is to be found, however as of yet, no one who has set out to find it has returned. Meet Narussa at her Inn and speak with her about the job. Once everyone has arrived you may set off for Fort Vlastarus, a Vampire Lair just off the Gold Road, east of Skingrad. The wine (five bottles) are scattered throughout the fort. There is only one level in the dungeon, as it is rather small. The bottles are guarded by vampires and there are various undead creatures and a few wild animals to be expected, inside as well as out. Reward: One you have collected the Shadowbanish Wine you may return for your reward. Narussa is paying 100g for each bottle. In addition, regardless of bottles found each character may choose from a list of dropped/random loot one item for their character. This will be found IC. This list is : PendingImportant note: Because of the nature of this quest, and in the spirit of excitement, it is a competitive quest. You will not be working with other characters unless you come to that arrangement in the quest. It will be every person for themselves, but no actual killing is allowed. (Roleplayer rules, not Narussa's -she could care less.) You may fight, you may injure, you may sweet talk your way into an alliance, but it is up to you how to play the game. It will be a race to the fort as it is a day's journey or so from the Inn. Once there you either have to fight the baddies by yourself or team up with other players. Once the baddies are disposed of there will be a dice roll to see who gets the bottles. Unless for some reason everyone agrees to part with just one bottle? Unlikely....but we will see. It will be fun. [There will be rewards for all players regardless of who ends up with the bottles.] Bottle Rules/Important Notes: See post below. (Please read very carefully - failure to follow these rules may result in expulsion of the quest or no reward) Signed Up:1. Jaydine 2. Misthral 3. Nerevar Telvanni 4. Chronic Awesome5. Mein Kaiser
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:13 am
Bottle Rules/Important Notes:
There are five bottles of Shadowbanish Wine, however they are each marked with a different colour wax seal.
The wine's creator put these seals on the bottles as they relate to the year the bottle was sealed.
Yellow -
Purple -
Green -
Blue -
Red -
The bottles are hidden in five separate locations within Fort Vlasturas, and they are guarded by Vampires.
(Not that the Vampires are that interested in the wine mind you, but they'll still attack you on sight.)
How find a bottle:
arrow When you character first comes across a bottle in character, first they must identify the colour of it's seal.
You may pick any colour in the list above, so long as it is not already being used. You must also roll one, 100 sided dice.
arrow If no other character(s) come to compete with you for that bottle, then your character may claim it.
If however your character was being followed by one or more characters, they will be able to roll one, 100 sided dice also.
arrow The highest of rolls wins the bottle.
No questions asked.
arrow If you lost the roll, then you MUST post that the character who won the roll, got the bottle.
(Keep in mind you don't have to start a duel with someone, you could try talking them into a deal instead)
arrow In the event that characters are working together, they still get to roll individually. But since they are working together, it counts as two chances to win, (which makes sense that people working together would have higher odds of beating someone who is working on their own). You must roll higher than both of them to win.
How to a claim a bottle:
arrow Bottles can be taken from other players once they are carrying them,
if your character, comes across another character carrying a bottle.
(For instance a character has just beaten you to finding a bottle, you may attempt to take the bottle from them.)
To do this, you make your intentions to fight for it known in character (how you choose to do that is up to you, either threaten or attack them).
arrow You also roll one 100 sided dice. The character you are attacking, will also roll one 100 sided dice.
arrow The highest roll wins the duel and the bottle.
arrow Keep in mind that if someone has more then one bottle you must roll individually for each bottle you are attempting to take
arrow Now here comes the reason why the bottles are marked. You CAN NOT, duel for the same bottle twice. You may try to find the bottle, and then try to claim it from another character, but you cannot try to claim it twice. Once you have either lost the bottle in a duel, or failed to attain it in a duel, you do not get a second chance with that particular bottle.
arrow We will be recording which bottles have been contested for who currently owns it.
arrow Once a bottle is in the possession of someone, and that bottle has been contested for by everyone else (either because they tried to attain it, or they lost it) that bottle it effectively presently bound to that character.
arrow The quest will end once all the bottles have been bound to an owner or owners.
Things to remember:
arrow If you fail to remember to roll the dice, then your character effectively forfeits the current contest, as your roll will count as zero.
arrow People who work together have a higher chance of winning bottles.
arrow You CANNOT duel for the same bottle twice, this doesn't include the initial contest over picking the bottle up from its long resting place.
arrow If you are working in a team, and have bested all your opponents together, you may still choose to backstab each other, which will force you to roll one, 100 sided dice to determine the winner, and soul owner of the bottles. Or you can play nice and split the reward as you planned, just so long as no one outside of your team has a right to try and claim your bottles.
arrow If you win a contest with a character who is holding a bottle you cannot claim, you must leave it, put something in the IC like you didn't see that one or didn't have time to pick it up. You may only take the bottles you are able to claim.
arrow You must only use one, 100 sided dice. To do otherwise, accidentally or intentionally forfeits your attempt.
arrow You cannot run from a duel, you must engage. Rolling successfully means you are permitted to run. Not all duels require you to bloody up your opponent.
arrow Everyone must keep track of what bottle they are carrying in their IC posts, just like with the recent Marble event, characters are expect to add a footer to their post for keeping track of their bottles, and you must specify which colour bottle you are carrying.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:38 pm
 Eliya ~ Eliya shivered slightly in the cool morning air, her black cape billowing behind her as she and Apollo trotted over the western Imperial bridge. The clip clop sounds of her stallion's hooves were matched by a passing patrol guard. He nodded to her as she passed but the Altmer haughtily paid him no heed. The quietness of the morning was vastly different from the sounds of the Imperial City. Eliya found it a nice reprieve. Not that she minded the bustling noises of the market district in the morning or the noises of the milling students of the Arcane University. But from time to time she enjoyed the peace and quiet that the wilderness and outer world provided.
Gracefully the redheaded mage dismounted from her horse. Patting him gently, she tethered him outside the Wawnet Inn and made her way inside. She'd never been to this Inn before and as she stepped inside there was little question she had been missing much. Though clean, it was rather small. Not as small as the Grey Mare Inn though.... The Mage Assassin grimaced as she remembered the time she'd been forced to stay at that pathetic excuse for an Inn.
Lowering her hood, Eliya glanced around carefully. There were a couple patrons eating breakfast, but it appeared that she was the first to arrive. The Flyer she'd spotted in the Market District had advertised gold in payment for a retrieval task. Spotting whom she assumed was the Innkeeper, Eliya made her way to the woman. "I am here about the job. There weren't specific details in the flyer so I assume you will provide them?"
The woman looked up from what she was doing at the Altmer's voice. "Yes yes, but you are early. We must wait a little longer to see if anyone else shows up. Then I will tell all of you what you must do." The woman turned and went back to what she was doing, promptly ignoring Eliya. The Altmer raised an eyebrow disdainfully at the woman's brusqueness and rolled her eyes, turning away and taking a seat at one of the tables as she waited. Ignoring the curious looks from the patrons, she pulled out a book and began to read. It was a text from the library at the Arcane University titled, "Shadows and Mirrors." Hopefully the others would all arrive quickly and they could be on their way.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:07 pm
  Health : Perfect ┃ Magicka : Charged ┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Mood : Bored & Paranoid ┃ Location : Wawnet Inn.
Active : None.
For the Bosmer assassin it felt wrong to be sitting in the Wawnet Inn during the light of day. Marilien didn’t like travelling by day, and even less she liked hanging out in public places during the day. But the flyer had told of a wealthy reward, which her dwindling money pile would appreciate, and the idea of travelling to a secluded place didn’t seem all that bad. The only information she had lacked was where to go, what to expect and, of course, the objective. To answer her questions as soon as possible, Marilien had travelled to the Wawnet Inn the night before, also because she perfected to travel in the dark - she liked to conceal her path. But her attempts to get the woman behind the counter to speak had been fruitless, and she decided threatening to woman would cause more trouble than it was worth. Instead, when she and her staff were asleep, Marilien snuck into her private quarters, using her alteration magic to deal with the locks, and there she looked through the Innkeeper’s notes. Unfortunately, only two of her three questions could be answered. She would be going to Fort Vlastarus, and it was inhabited by vampires, but she couldn’t set off without knowing the object of the quest. How would she know what to bring back, or what needed to be done, she could speculate but what if she turned out to be wrong. No, that answer was only going to come from the horse’s mouth, so that meant waiting.
Back in the present, Marilien was sitting at the most concealed table in the Inn. She only had view of the bar - the door and the space in between were complete obscured. This made her feel somewhat paranoid, but she was calmed by the fact that people entering the Inn weren’t likely to glimpse her before she saw them. Suddenly she heard the door open and her concealed eyes flashed to the bar, and watched a red head approach. The Altmer got much the same response as the Innkeeper had given Marilien and this annoyed the assassin. The flyer hadn’t specified that they would be expected to work with others… or was she competition. Marilien considered this and found herself smiling slightly behind the concealment of thick cloth covering the lower portion of her face, the idea of conflict suited her just fine, in fact, it would make this job far more interesting. Turned away from the bar when her view of the red head, whom she was sizing up, was interrupted by one of the patrons in the inn. He requested a refill and glanced at the red head, though Marilien couldn’t see his expression, then he turned and gave the Bosmer an uneasy look. Yes, she could see normal folk finding her odd by the way she concealed every portion of her body, and wore a full lengthen cloak indoor, which was pulled around her to conceal her armor and weapons.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:29 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : NA┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Clothes and Mages Staff of Shock ┃ lnventory : NA┃ Location : Wawnet Inn
Neven yawned and stretched out his sore and tight muscles, he had ridden for most of the morning since the sun had began to peak over the horizon. However his motion though him off balance and he had to quickly reach out and grab hold of the saddle’s horn to keep from falling off this flea bitten animal that he was riding. He had just recently bought the creature from the stables outside Cheydinal, if he was going to stay here in Cyrodiil for any extended amount of time he needed a faster mode of transportation than his own feet. ”Blasted animal!” he called out to the wilderness around him. This was not the first time, since he started his trek to the Imperial City that he longed to be riding a Slit Strider once more. At least he’d be able to get off this beast soon enough, he could make out the large white tower like walls that protected the bridge that led from the main land to the large island that the Imperial City dominated. White Gold Tower towered over head and he couldn’t help but stare up in amazement. This tower was the hallmark of the Ayleids.It had been their crowning jewel, the only monument left that wasn’t a ruined mess of an empire that once controlled all of Cyrodiil. While it was true that the tower stood here even before the Ayleids had arrived, many talked that it was similar in many ways to Adamantine Tower. He would have given anything to be allowed inside to study the tower, but that was going to be impossible, the Empire was still trying to put it all back together after Dagon had wreaked a good portion of the city as well find a way to keep things running now that they had no Emperor to take the throne. It matter little to Neven on who sat on the throne, as long as they didn’t keep him from studying the ruins left over by the Ayleids he would pretend to pay homage to them.
The tower and ruins wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon, and he needed to bring his attention back to the task at hand. The Flyer he'd spotted in while he ate breakfast in Newlands Lodge had advertised gold in payment for a retrieval task. The flyer hadn’t mentioned what needed to be recovered, nor did it mention the gold that would be award for its recovery. He hoped this trek wouldn’t be a complete waste of time and energy for some merger pay. As he approached Wawnet Inn he couldn’t help but think all these bloody Inn’s in Cyrodiil look the same. Well at least this one looked to be in good condition, if not a bit smaller than Newlands Lodge. With as much grace as he could muster he slipped off his horse. With a look of disgust on his face he tired the beast to one of the wooden poles and made his way inside the Inn.
His red eyes surveyed those who were eating breakfast inside the Inn that morning, his gaze moved over each and every one of them, his lip curling up just a fraction, before he checked himself and hide his dislike. He moved toward the bar, his mages staff bounced against his back and he strode across the room with an indifferent air about him. The Inn keeper was a Dunmer, an outlander but Dunmer none the less so he kept the contempt he usually displaced to other race’s to himself as he said ”I’m hear about the flyer you put out. It was vague in the specific details of what the job is to entail, so I’m going assume you plan to fill in the rest?” The Inn keeper sat down the glass she had been cleaning and said ”As I told the Altmer that arrived before you. We must wait a little longer to see if anyone else shows up. Then I will tell all of you what you must do.” Neven did his best to hide the contempt that was building up inside him, not only was this woman forcing him to wait, he was going to have competition in retrieving whatever item she lacked the ability to retrieve herself. ”Fine I’ll wait for the others then.” he told the woman before turning around and striding over to a table where he could watch the door and the bar at the same time.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 1:42 am
 ZELINDOR VIEVERSUM ▇ ▇ xxxxxxxxx ♔ 》 ； A N D xx Y E T , xx P O O R xx F O O L xx W I T H xx A L L xx M Y xx L O R E / /xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I xx S T A N D xx N O xx W I S E R xx T H A N xx B E F O R E xx 1 0 0 % xx 1 0 0 %xx 6 8 % xxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇ ▇
Jump. Hand outstretched, land, bend, tumble, push, rise, run. All happening in a blur of thought, tingling at his mind as he gathered momentum for the next jump, analyzing his environment, calculating the soft intricacies every step of the way. Sure, strength of mind was quite necessary for any mage, but in a combat situation, a quick wit always trumped a slow, meticulous one. The body itself was limitless - the only limitation had always been how quickly and effectively the mind could command and control it. Think faster and you move faster. Think faster and the world moves slower.
The second jump. This time the building had a raised ledge, perhaps for any curious children who might try to look down. A new scenario meant a new strategy. As he approached the ledge, gathering momentum the whole way, he bent forward, planting both hands on the elevated surface, bending his arms in before jumping and pushing with his hands as they followed, launching him into a full forward somersault. The world seemed to slow to almost a halt as his mind raced so quickly he could feel the blood rushing through his temples. We see the world through our minds, so when the mind moved faster, our sense of time grows distorted. The world seems slower, yet in that brief moment the understanding of the self is magnified a thousandfold. So it was with Zel, slowly, slowly approaching the ground as he brought his hands out to greet it, bending his arms as he landed, not fighting the earth but giving into it, soothing it, before pulling back up in a spring-motion, pushing with his arms as he redirected his momentum, landing right back on his feet, panting and with an unshakable grin.
Zel shimmied down the length of the Wawnet Inn before swinging in past the doors, deciding not to lean his weight against the rickety old wood for fear it would break. He had seen a flier concerning a job that needed doing, but little more. What little details the flier provided, however, promised handsome pay, so here he was. He glanced at Eliya and chuckled. Reading again, and likely joining them for the quest. Zel himself made his way to the bar, having overheard the discussion one of the patrons was having with the bartender, before placing a hand on the older Dunmer's shoulders. "What my good friend means is that the whole lot of us are here and itching to get started." he said with a smile to the bartender. The woman simply grunted in reply and beckoned the two of them over to the side. "And bring your girlfriend with you." she snarled. Zel was unsure whether that was intended to be an insult or whether this grumpy old woman just had incredibly good foresight. Either way, Zel tapped the table where Eliya was, tossing her a smile as he cocked his neck to the side, beckoning her over. "Cmon. The bartender's giving us the details." he said. "Better move quick, before those old bones dissolve into dust." he joked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 4:10 am
Health : Perfect ┃ Magicka : Charged ┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Mood : Thoughtful ┃ Location : The Gold Road.
Active : None.
Marilien again watched silently as two more people entered and enquired about the flyer. The numbers were growing, either that was a good or bad thing, she couldn’t decide but her hand reflexively gripped one of the hilts of her new silver daggers, concealed under her cloak. She listened as the Dunmer was declined information, but a distastefully loud white hair male convinced the Innkeeper that it was now time to talk. Strangely though the Innkeeper didn’t tell anyone to bring her forward, either the woman had forgotten about her or, more likely, was avoiding her. But, regardless of the Innkeeper’s disposition towards her, the Bosmer got to her feet and silently moved to the bar, the end of her cloak swished around her ankles but otherwise remained a shroud over her body. The Innkeeper appeared ready to begin, but as soon as Marilien approached she seemed to pause and narrow her eyes. ”You were saying,” she prompted in her usual icy tone.
”Yes. Well, as some of you may or may not have heard, I am a collector of rare beverages. I consult shipment records and the like to track down the rarest. In this case I am talking about Shadowbanish Wine, very rare, but I now know the location of five vintage bottles and I want you to get them fo-“
”Right,” Marilien spoke, cutting off the Dunmer before she could finish. Marilien wasn’t surprised that the Innkeeper wanted some trivial item because of greed, rather than need. So many people were like that, however she was surprised by the nature of the item, to expect them to jump into a fort full of Vampires for something other than Vampire dust, or an ancient relic, was certainly a bit of a surprise. Before the Innkeeper could resume speaking, or chastise Marilien for interrupting, the assassin was leaving. ”Oh, not interested are you?” she replied in a haughty tone, ”I’m quite aware of all the other details, I shall go now,” Marilien replied, still walking towards the door. Something clicked with the Innkeeper then, she had wondered why the door to her private quarters had been unlocked this morning, but had thought it more likely to be negligence, since nothing had been pilfered. ”Oooooh how dare you!” her scarlet eyes burned with a little fury, she was annoyed yes, but this women was still going on her quest, which wasn’t a bad thing, ”patience is no virtue of mine,”, or maybe it was a very bad thing, the Innkeeper thought. Marilien exited the Inn, and walked without further a-do to the coral, where she untied the black stallion she had acquired the night before. The unfortunate owner was probably lying face down and being consumed by rats by now, but, his spirit could be thankful than the bandit who had taken his horse was also, probably, being consumed by rodents. Marilien often acquired horses like this, stealing them or taking them from filthy examples of humanity, she never liked to keep a steed that was her own, but perhaps she should, though what to do with it when she appeared in society as Tanna, she couldn’t use the horse then in case someone linked it to Marilien – which in reality wasn’t very likely, horses all looked the same.
Then there was the fact Marilien preferred a black steed, because it blended into the night, but those were expensive and, now that it was daytime, she was regretting the choice – then again, any horse will stand out in the daytime, she reminded herself. The Bosmer effortlessly climbed into the saddle of the black horse and kicked it onward, she forced it to jump the coral fence, rather than wait for the stable boy to open the gate, and then steered it towards the gold road at full speed. ’At least I will probably be the first one there,’ she thought, but it wasn’t a particularly happy thought, if she was first there, she would be first to face the vampires and it would probably be best to trick the others into dealing with those for her. She took the time riding the speedy horse, which was causing her cloak to billow out behind her in the wind, to come up with a plan. If she truly intended to let the others alert the vampires, thus making her job of sneaking around much easier, then it would be wise to remain hidden outside and wait for them to catch up.
((ooc: Because Mari can't do anything without pissing the quest giver off, and everyone else. She won't progress far, she likes scouting and she is intending for the others to distract the Vampires. She is very sneaky. >< ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:31 am
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 0 The innkeeper was annoying, to say the least. "Oh, lets only discuss everything when everyone is here." Surely if she wanted whatever it was she was after so hellishly she could afford herself the minor displeasure of repeating herself a few times? No matter, it seemed all the adventurers the Altemer innkeeper was expecting had already arrived. Now it was just a question of listening in from his table in the center of the pub.
As far as the lot of them should be concerned, he was just a hunter. He certainly looked the part. He had spoken to the innkeeper earlier, far before anyone else had gotten here, and got a similar response than that of the red head when she asked. He hadn't thought this was a team effort or that multiple adventurers such as himself would be involved. It was better they didn't know that's what he was there for. After all, everyone liked surprises. Bohemius could catch them off guard this way, not expecting him to be there. They had already seen and taken into account all the adventurers that had brazenly walked up to the counter.
The one that garnered his attention the most was the darkly dressed Bosmer. She sauntered up to the table and got the innkeeper to start talking. Unfortunately, the innkeeper didn't get to finish, because of something the Bosmer had done earlier, evidently. The Bosmer seemed keenly aware of the full details of the mission, somehow. Whatever it was, she knew where she was going and Bohemius was rather keen to get there as soon as possible as well. Shadowbanish wine, five vintage bottles wherever the Bosmer was running off to.
Once the adventurers had returned their attention from the Bosmer to the innkeeper, Bohemius crept silently out the door, just in time to catch a glimpse of her barreling down the road atop a fine, black stallion. Well, bollocks to that. How was he going to keep up with her now? Nothing short of a miracle would-
"Everybody needs a copy of the Black Horse courier!"
Bohemius uttered a brief prayer to Nocturnal at the sound of the obnoxious news-paper delivery man. The man eased his own black horse into a stop just outside the Inn's fence, not even bothering to tie his horse down to avoid theft. He clearly thought this would be a short trip. The man unloaded a stack of the news papers off his horse and began making his way over to the inn. The stable-boy was too busy tending to whatever horses were there to notice anything.
As the man approached, Bohemius tugged his hood down slightly to conceal the rest of his face. Bohemius walked forward to greet the man, catching him just a few feet away from the door.
"Oh, I'll take a copy, my good man."
"Sure, sure, just let me-"
The man had little time to finish. Bohemius had taken the liberty to stun the man. It was a simple clapping motion, only instead of Bohemius' hands meeting each other, the slammed into the man's left and right ears. The man buckled over, grasping at his ears as Bohemius moved his hands away. At which point, Bohemius grabbed the head of the man to stabilize it and drove his knee directly into his face. The courier grumbled and toppled over, unconscious.
Damn, the mission hadn't even started yet and he already felt like a proper bad-*ss. Bohemius took the opportunity to drag the unconscious man's figure over to the side of the door, so exiting adventurers would likely walk right by it. He set the sack of newspapers down by the unconscious man. After that, Bohemius sprinted for the horse, hoped upon, and started galloping. He could still see the Bosmer in the near distance and pursued her accordingly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:48 am
ZELINDOR VIEVERSUM ▇ ▇ xxxxxxxxx ♔ 》 ； A N D xx Y E T , xx P O O R xx F O O L xx W I T H xx A L L xx M Y xx L O R E / /xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Zel turned his head as a strange, cloaked figure eased her way in once the Dunmer began explaining the details. From her height, Zel could tell she was likely either a Bosmer or a Dwemer, and since the latter was rather unlikely, the mysterious stranger was, with little doubt, a wood elf. Her attitude was rude and her voice was cold, yet from the little dialogue Zel couldn't help but chuckle. This mysterious Bosmer, whoever she was, definitely had a way of carrying herself. "Woah, woah, woah." he said as the bartender's voice rose, holding her back by the shoulder until the Bosmer made her way out of the Inn. "Let's all behave like civilized men and women-"
"Oh, I'm sure you know all about that, Altmer scum."
"Now, now, there's no need to get racist. I'll have you know we Altmer treat our scum with love and care."
The urge to end that statement with "just like we treat our Dunmer" was easily resisted, especially considering the other Dunmer he had just "befriended" was, considering the staff on his back, a powerful enough mage to cause a barfight. So in the interest of his ever-lightening coinpurse, Zel decided to cut to the chase. It took some convincing, but eventually she had mulled down enough to talk.
"Fort Vlastarus. There are five bottles of Shadowbanish Wine stashed somewhere in the fort, which is teeming with vampires. The reward is 100 Sepitms for each bottle, and, of course, anything else you happen to find there is rightly yours." she said, glancing at Zel's alchemical pouch as she instantly recognized him as someone who would find use for vampire dust. A few more samples definitely wouldn't hurt.
"Lovely. To Fort Vlastarus, then." Zel said, bringing his palms together, cracking his knuckles rather audibly. "Time to kill me some emos."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:35 am
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Clothes and Mages Staff of Shock ┃ lnventory : TEXT ┃ Location : Wawnet Inn
Neven reached up and brushed the other man’s hand away from his shoulder. He had to bite back a retort that would have been on the lines of ’If you wish to keep that hand attached to your body you will remove it before I do.’ Neven was after all trying to play nice with these people, so instead he simply said ”I agree with my friend here” He eyed the Altmer male with bit of suspicion “we are just itching to learn the details that you so wonderfully left out of that flyer.” That last part came out more sarcastically than he had planned, oh well he never said he was going too succeeded in playing nice. He listened as the Innkeeper started to explain what she wanted retrieved. However she didn’t get very far before becoming enraged about something. If he had to guess that small shady looking Bosmer woman was probably the reason the Innkeeper was upset. It mattered not to him; he was used to others in House Telvanni, stealing, scheming, and murdering each other to advance within the house. All he cared about at the moment was the details of the job. He could deal with his competition once they started on the trek.
Once the Innkeeper had calm down a bit, mainly from the intervention of the Altmer male, but not before showing her inner Dunmer racist tendency’s that the figured those born outside of Morrowind would not possess. This brought a rare smile to Neven’s face, an emotion that he hadn’t displayed much of since traveling to Cyrodiil. Neven laughed inside his head when the Altmer male tried to reason with the Innkeeper about what she had said. To the Dunmer any race could be made into a slave, even their own. However Neven had mixed feeling when it came to slavery, he still held a grudge against his parents for the treatment they showed Ma'jhad. He pushed that thought to the side and listened to what the Innkeeper had to say when she finally calmed down enough to continue. ’So she wants us to retrieve 5 bottles of this Shadowbanish wine from Fort Vlastarus,’ Neven had never heard of that fort before, he’d need to check the map he had acquired to find out where this place was located. ’Teeming with vampires aye, no matter, he was quite good with fire spells so they shouldn’t be a problem. Plus the ash they dropped would fetch a good price to the right buyer.’ He thought to himself as she explained the details of the job. Once she was finished he said, ”Now that I know the details I bring that wine you want some much, I do expect the gold to be waiting when I return.” He said briskly before he turned on the spot and marched back outside.
Back outside in the fresh morning air, he reached into one of the many pouches attached to his belt and pulled out a worn looking map of Cyrodiil. He ran he red eyes over its surface looking for the location of Fort Vlastarus, after a few minutes of searching he managed to locate the Fort. It was located just south of the Gold Road leading toward Skingard. He’d never been over to the Colovian side of Cyrodiil, he’d spent most of his time in the Nibenay Basin doing his research into the Ayleid’s. He carefully folded the map back up and slipped it back into the pouch he’d removed it from. Still unable to hide is dislike of horses he untied his beast from the pole that he had secured it too, and then climbed back into the saddle. Before he left he gave one last look up at White Gold tower, kicked the sides of his horse and then headed off toward the Fort at a steady trot.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:27 pm
Eliya ~ Though by all appearances Eliya was intently reading her book, she also happend to be keeping a watchful eye on the door, curious as to who her companions or potential rivals would be. A dunmer male made his entrance and caught her attention as he asked the Innkeeper about her flier, not surprisingly getting the same brushed off response Eliya had gotten. A simple careless glance at the male when he'd walked in was all she allowed her eyes and then her ears took care of the rest. She didn't want to seem too interested.
When the door opened again, Eliya allowed her eyes another careless glance only to openly stare at the male Altmer who opened. razz Zelindor? What in Tamriel were the odds? She hurriedly pulled her eyes back to her book as she calmly pretended not to see him. Surprisingly the other elf had better luck with the Innkeeper as apparently there were now enough adventurers for her fancy. At the Innkeeper's words Eliya slammed her book shut, a glare from her green eyes directed at the tactless woman. Was that some attempt at humor? Or sarcasm? Eliya's narrowed eyes softened as Zelindor tapped her table and motioned for her to join them. She even gave him a small smile and a look that said, 'imagine seeing you here'.
She listened as the Innkeeper began to tell about the task, when an unexpected voice caused her to glance over her shoulder at a strange woman covered completely in fabric... well mostly. Someone liked their anonymity. Giving her a blatant look over and not too impressed with what she saw, Eliya turned her attention back to the Innkeeper. Wine? Hmm. Well the female Altmer didn't care what it was as long as she got paid. Once again the Innkeeper paused as the masked woman interrupted. Annoyed, Eliya looked at the darkly clad and masked woman but her narrow eyes glance was quickly staring after the woman's back as she disappeared out the front door of the Inn.
Should Eliya be concerned that the woman had a head start? Probably. But unlike the other shady woman, she still wanted to hear the rest of what the Innkeeper had to say. There could be some value, or some important information that the other woman did not have, though by all appearances, the other woman had seemed quite sure of herself. With an internal shrug Eliya turned her attention back to the Innkeeper, who for some reason seemed quite upset about the departing woman's rudeness. Eliya narrowed her eyes and raised a displeased eyebrow at racist comment that was directed towards Zelindor. She was after all, an Altmer herself. If the woman had not been an important client, Eliya would have been tempted to teach her a lesson. Thankfully she quickly went back to the important instructions.
Fort Vlastarus....that would be about a day's journey. Thankfully she had brought Apollo, that would make the journey a bit quicker. Vampires though? Vampires were something Eliya had never encountered before... well unless you counted Vincent at the Dark Brotherhood. But he was... different. She didn't have to worry about him trying to suck her blood when she wasn't looking. The thought of others trying to suck her blood made her shiver involuntary. The reward however was good, and this made the risk all the worth while. Not to mention, what was life without a bit of risk? Boring, thats what.
As soon as the woman finished speaking, Eliya was already moving, out the door and mounting Apollo. A quick kick to his ribs sent them galloping from the Inn. It was every man for himself. Or rather, every man or woman. She had no doubt that the strange rude woman would arrive before her, but would she be able to get past all the vampires? Eliya didn't think so. Would Zelindor's feelings be hurt that Eliya had left without him? Likely he'd get over it. He was after all, Eliya's competition. A grim smile was on the mag assassin's face as she galloped, the wind blowing her red hair wildly.
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Misthral rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 8:16 am
Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm) ┃ Magicka : Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Mood : Pleased ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien kicked the horse on without any sympathy for it tiring, after all, it wasn’t her horse. She also refused to stop, having glanced back over her shoulder earlier into the journey, she had caught sight of another rider far into the distance also riding a dark steed. When she had checked again the rider was still there, so obviously someone was foolish enough to try following her. It was nightfall now, and the rider was near impossible to pick out, until she slipped on her ring of Night-eye, not because she was interested to find out if he was still there, but she and her panting steed were reaching their destination – which meant they would be leaving the road. Marilien, being a bad sport, waiting for a deep bend in the road and then forced her horse off the road, ’good luck following me now’ she thought with a gleeful smile. There was pretty much no chance in this dark that the rider could have seen where she left the road, however, she knew that being so close to the destination it was probable he or she would work it out eventually. Marilien wasn’t exactly against having competition, the idea of it was rather exciting for her, but she was also very willing to play the game dirty.
When she reached the crumbling remains of the fort, she paused, looked around and then kicked her horse so it trotted up to a piece of the structure than bore a rusted metal ring. There she fastened the horse, and it took advantage of a nearby piece of stone that had a depression in its sky-facing surface, which fortunately for the horse had filled with water. Still wearing her ring, and taking advantage of the fortified speed bonus her boots gave her, Marilien dashed from the horse to the solid looking doors that marked the entrance to this ruin. She pulled on the ancient door handle and found, with relief, that it barely creaked, so clearly it was well used by the fort’s current occupants. The assassin pulled the door closed behind her, sealing out any and all light from the world outside. Thankfully her ring made it fairly easily to see into the gloom, every shape was visible but covered in a purple/green tint. That was why she picked out the shape of a humanoid just down the hall from where she was, and it was walking towards her. ”Who’s there?” the shape called out, suspicion was thick in her voice but otherwise had not turned hostile, for all she knew a member of their coven could have returned. Marilien, made near indistinguishable by the blackness of her cloak crept into the shadow of an alcove, where she waited for the creature to draw nearer.
Once the vampire was much closer, she began to make her move. She kept her body low, trotting as silently as possible to approach the vampire, which unfortunately turned and caught sight of her outline. The Vampire’s hand went up as Marilien ran to close the last few metres, and the vampire vanished. But, with barely a few inches between Marilien and the space where the vampire had stood before vanishing, just that second, she continued with her attack using her silver daggers and felt the metal connect with a solid invisible object. The Vampire reappeared then, and Marilien could see her daggers had sunk into the creature’s chest, but given the versatile nature of vampires, the female was not quite ready to give up. The vampire lunged at Marilien, clearly about to use her fangs, but the assassin caught the female’s arm, spun herself around the vampire, and dragged the dagger in her free hand across the vampire’s neck. Finally as the vampire crumpled, just as susceptible to blood loss as any human, Marilien made sure the deed was done by stabbing the creature through the heart. She had just enough time to collect the ashy powder left by the dead vampire, before she heard the door to the fort begin to creak. Then she disappeared down one of the hallways before the door was fully open. Unfortunately, down this hallway, her eyes picked out yet another human shape, again walking towards her, either going to check on the noise from Marilien’s scuffle or some other reason. But the Bosmer ducked into another dark alcove, and waited for the vampire to pass, before she snuck out and carried on down the corridor. She’d leave the vampire to whoever had just walked in.
She reached the end of the corridor, where it curved off to the right, but also a door stood ajar, revealing a room lit by torches. Marilien paused by the door, and peeked around the frame for any sign of a vampire. She thought she could see one, but the light from the torches caused a nasty glare and she had to remove her ring to be sure. Yes, there was a vampire, but on the shelve behind him, amoung other objects including bones and alchemy reagents, was a bottle with a green wax seal. ’That’s probably one of the bottles,’ she mused, and wondered the best way to dispatch the vampire, sneaking in wasn’t going to be an option, the torches would reveal her and she definitely didn’t want a repeat of last time, when the vampire used an invisibility spell. ”I can see you there, come out!” Marilien blinked, and checked the door but sure enough the vampire was heading towards her, ”oh yes, forgot about that…’ She felt a bit foolish, having forgotten they could cast life detect spells as well. However as soon as the vampire crossed the threshold, she jumped up and pressed a palm to his chest and fire enveloped him (Flame Touch, Apprentice level, 25 pts on touch), ’didn’t forget about that though,’ she thought a bit smug as he recoiled. She went after him, through the door and pounced, putting a dagger in his chest and the other in his throat, but before he went down his blade caught the underside of her upper, left arm. Her armor thankfully stopped the worst of it but a small gash had been opened in both the leather and her skin. Snorting she collected the dust from his corpse and then twisted her arm to get a better look at the wound.
((ooc: Sorry for the long post, but there seems to be a lack of competition at the moment, but uh first roll! Woo!.
I wonder if Bohemius will come and contest her for the green bottle or go find his own.
Either way if they start fighting it will give the others time to catch up XD
I just read through this again, not really a lot happened except for she gave Bohemius the slip, entered and killed a vampire, dodged another vampire and walked like 300 yrds down a corridor, killed another vampire who also shanked her, now she is inspecting the wound instead of grabbing the bottle.
But now we get to see how well my stupid rolling system works.
EDIT: 18!
Well shoot, i'm probably not gonna win that one then XD))
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Actual Dead Author rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:56 am
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 0 The woman he was pursuing did not seem to care much for the well being of her horse, seeing as how she pressed it on without so much as a second's break for the entire journey. A pittance, because now Bohemius had to afford his stolen mount a similar treatment. Oh well, it was a horse for the Black Horse Courier. No doubt it was accustomed to such long winded travels without or with very little break. While his target was a good distance ahead of him, he was able to keep his eye on her. He could of sworn she had turned to look back at least once, but at that point it was getting fairly dark and he couldn't know for sure. He could only assume she had picked up on the fact he was following her.
Bohemius was well acquainted with the dark, considering his long term employment as a thief and that he was usually working at night, he could see marginally better in the dark than most of his Imperial kin. He had seen her veer off the trail, but after that she was completely lost to his sight. A few minutes of squinting allowed him to spot the fort not too far away. He trudged through the landscape, spotting her mount fastened to the fort and drinking from a small depression in a rock. He hoped off his mount, tying it there as well and leaving it to drink alongside its unwitting rival.
The fort looked sinister at night, to say the least. He could see in the dark of night fairly well, but the pitch blackness of the fort was a different matter entirely. Luckily, the Black Horse Couriers didn't have eyesight like Bohemius and they carried torches with them on their night-runs. Bohemius withdrew a torch from the pack on the horse, lighting it shortly after.
His hand to hand skills would be very diminished while holding the torch, he sure hoped whatever was in that fort could be reasoned with. He pushed open the ancient door, stepping inside. Naturally, the very first thing to greet him would be two Vampires. What luck, one of them was already dead and the other was examining her body. Due to Bohemius' blissfully un-stealthy entrance, the apparent Vampiric coroner instantly took notice to him. The Vampire stood up, glaring at Bohemius. It was an Imperial, a man too. His hand fell instantly towards his dagger.
Alright, the Thieves Guild had taught him a bit about charisma and the art of making people like you enough not to rat you out. Perhaps the same principles could be applied here.
"Hello. I'm looking for some wine. You might have heard of it, Shadowbanish wine. Sorry about your friend here, but I'm really not interested in hurting-"
The Vampire hissed, cutting Bohemius off and drawing his steel dagger. His free hand shot up and he promptly disappeared in a puff of green. Damn Vampires and their inherent magical abilities and constant desire to attack non-Vampires on sight.
"...Anyone. Well, thank you for appealing to your inner reason. Please, make no attempt to dispel the stereotype that Vampires are mindless, savage creatures and sub-human at best."
"Die, trespasser!"
Bohemius sighed, dropping his lit torch and listening as the Vampire ran towards him. The Vampire opened up the duel by lunging at Bohemius' stomach with his dagger. Thankfully, invisibility spells didn't leave much room for attacking. The Vampire became visible once again, but leaving Bohemius only a few precious seconds to react.
Really, that was all he needed. Bohemius leaned to the side, allowing the dagger to miss his person narrowly. As the Vampire missed his lunge, Bohemius grabbed the arm he held the dagger in with one hand, giving the Vampire a bone-shattering uppercut into his jaw as he did so. The Vampire dazed, Bohemius twisted his attacker into an arm lock, forcing him to face the stone wall.
"I'm Bohemius. Tell your friends about me."
Bohemius snapped the Vampire's arm and released him from the lock. He stood the Vampire back onto his feet, only to grab him by his hair and slam his head into the wall. The Vampire crashed onto the ground face up, arm broken and with a mild concussion, but otherwise still breathing. Bohemius turned around, picked up his torch, and proceeded into the deep innards of the fort.
He didn't bother sneaking around. Too many times had he sulked stealthily through a dungeon only to find it had been abandoned completely or the dwellers didn't give three sh*ts about him being there. He eventually came across a wide open room, very well lit. There was an alchemy table filled with goodies and what looked to be one of the bottles of wine. Though he was more interested in the occupants of the room. More specifically, the one that was still alive. It didn't take long to recognize her, who else would he expect to see down here?
Regardless, he only wanted one bottle and there was one right here. After that he planned to run out of here like a bat out of hell. This place smelled like crap and dead people. He'd just figure out a way to get this bottle from the woman and leave her to her own devices after running off with the bottle.
He set his light source down quietly, assuming a sneaking stance and creeping forward. He just wanted to knock her silly and get out of here with one bottle. One hundred gold and he could eat reasonably good food for the rest of the month instead of the slop they served at the Fighter's Guild. Might even be able to rent out a cheap inn room in the Imperial City for a while.
He crept forward, quickly and silently. If he took too long, she would sense him. If he went too fast, she would hear him. He had to balance it out appropriately. The fact she was cross examining a wound made it slightly easier. When he was behind her at last, he stood up. The motion was fast, but she would likely turn around the moment he did so. His hands flew towards her head in a clapping motion meant to stun her in a manner similar to the Courier. If it worked, he would proceed to trip her, grab the bottle, and bail for the entrance.
If it worked.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:42 pm
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The beautiful thing about having a quick mind was that it allowed you to react to a situation just as quickly or as slowly as was needed, for it was just as important not to be too slow as it was to be too quick. Any bandits along the road would no doubt find either the cloaked Bosmer or Eliya first, and while he doubted bandits would be much trouble for either, it meant Zelindor could pass freely to the Fort with few, if any, interruptions. There were no hard feelings between him and Eliya. In fact, if anything, the fact that he was racing her only made the race that much more interesting. Nothing like some healthy competition to spice things up.
The Altmer allowed himself to take in the cool breeze as he made his way to his powerful black stallion, petting the steed and running a hand through the beast's mane as he jumped over the horse, saddle-free, just the way he had learned in Alinor, grasping the mane as he steered it as a friend rather than as a master. "Hya!" he barked as the horse neighed, kicking up dust before galloping along the road, its freedom increasing its mobility substantially, the Altmer's head down to move as streamlined as possible, his hair rustling in the wind. Zel's only fear was overtaking Eliya before any potential bandit sites were past.
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