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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:48 am
 Jerall View InnThe Jerall View Inn is a fairly nice inn located in Bruma. Despite its name, it actually faces away from the Jerall Mountains: it is found on the second level of houses in the city. Here people can come and find warmth from the chilling mountain air while enjoying a fine meal and perhaps a conversation with another patron. For now, the air is growing cold and the sun has already set. The moon has replaced the bright star that illuminates the sky and stars fill the darkness. For the most part the lnn is quite as the lnn keeper stands behind the counter conversing with a local about a thief who stole one of the horses from the nearby stable and another is enjoying a simple meal, giving his thoughts here and there but mostly keeping to himself.
As stated this roleplay is open and anyone is welcomed to walk in and join though it's primary function is to get "Incubus Shane" warmed up to the guild and hopefully have him get used to the way his character will act before going on quests. This thread wont remain up for very long (probably a week or so at most) and there are no rewards or bonuses going to be given since l feel like l do no have the right to do so for really doing nothing aside from pure character interaction. This isn't a guild activity but don't let that discourage you from joining! And if you ever wanted a chance to sit down and talk with other people, learn more about their character's then this is the place to be. Enjoy it while it lasts.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 11:13 am
 ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Jerall View Inn, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coraline sat on a wooden floor near the crackling fire near by. The room was, for the most part, bare of people. The lnn Keeper was entertaining two of the patrons as she had her plate rested next to her folded legs. A small meal of Venison, A large cheese slice, a few pieces of bread which she warmed up with her hands and one tomato had all been devoured by the seemingly void for a stomach girl who watched the flames dance in front of her briefly before returning to a book opened on her lap. Her plate was messy but nearly clean, a few scraps remained on the plate and she was contemplating throwing the remainders into the fire for the scent but decided against it for the better part of not to annoy the man behind the bar.
She sat there, her fingers slowly pulled off pieces of her Sweet Roll as her eyes scanned the texts of The Horrors of Castle Xyr. She wasn't told to read it by anyone she just found the title of the book captivating and even found the actual story informative in a destructive way. It really didn't advance her skills but more knowledge of the skill worked in various ways. Chewing her desert as she turned the page, she half listened to what the other patrons were talking about but mostly droned them out with a soft lullaby she would hum here and there to herself, rarely ever in public. Though she didn't really mind if anyone was eavesdropping to her. The fire was warm and it comforted her as her fingers again turned the page of the book.
Even though the air was cold outside and the night was just starting, she felt awake. As if she had just had a short stroll around the Mage's Guild talking with her fellow students over the fundamentals of magic, long and arduous ones at that, she rarely enjoyed and actually usually put her to sleep. But for some reason it was as if their conversations and texts were about old lost spell tomes specifically. She wanted to find one where she could treasure for herself, learn it's secrets and then hide it in her dresser, leaving her the sole person who knew of the secrets the book held. lt would have been passed down from generation to the next generation in her family like the sword on her hilt. She started to figure her future family reading the texts like she was now. But quickly realized she was dozing off into a dream world and not really paying attention to the words she was now just scanning over and not really paying attention to. She skipped back a few pages and started at the top to reiterate the book's true meaning.
((NOTE: Reading the book actually did nothing even though it actually raises your destruction skill by one, l just wanted to reference the actual book from the games))
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 11:28 am
xxxx ϝяσϻ ɗʋȿҡ
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Solitude. He had grown attached to it, after a time. But maybe... he had gotten attached to sadness, as well. To emptiness... and loneliness. Depression... made people do crazy things, didn't it? It made people kill... lie... steal... and deceive. But he didn't want to do any of these things, anymore. He just wanted... to be happy... to finally... finally... escape this life... the life that he had once reveled in... the life that he had once... never wanted to leave. Maybe that was why he was here. Maybe he was here to just... just... drink the pain away. But that would not save him. And there would come a time, eventually, when there would be nothing that could.
It didn't matter, though, in the end. For now, he was here. And he was free. Free from obligation; from crime, slaughter and sin. He didn't mind it so much, anymore, though. Maybe that was his calling. Maybe it was the only thing he would ever become in the world; an opponent of the so-called "righteous". But no one was "correct" or "good" in this world. Some just... tried to compensate a little too much... for their incompetence.
''...Why is it that I always have to think this way, in the end? Is it that thoughts are my only companion these days? No, that's not what they're meant to be. My mind is for my enemy. My companion... hah, well, isn't that what I came here, for? My companion... is maybe... this little bottle." And with those words -- words he spoke silently, so that not one other could hear -- he began to drown himself in whatever semblance of "relief" he had. Maybe, though, he was tired of this. But then... was there anything... that he wasn't beginning to scorn? Yes, it was obvious; Vander... had finally... fell in.
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Finally, as time passed, he was done. It was just like the last time, in the end. People had come to... talk to him, but there was nothing to be said. Nothing that wouldn't have just been hurtful, at least. Many women and men alike were all but warded off by the silent displacement he had projected to them... and if anything, he was happy for that. What did they know? It wasn't like they would have even neared him if it wasn't for... what? His looks? The chance to tame what had not been tamed once before? Or maybe it was just... that they were like him... people seeking to find something... that would fill the void.
Eventually, people began to disappear from the scene. Farewells were heard and said, and people went with smiles lining every corner of their face. But still remaining was the little elvish girl, who had set herself aside in devotion... all to read a simple... book. It wasn't that he was fascinated in her, but she had been here for so long... and for what? Knowledge? What would knowledge lead her to, in the end? Fulfillment? Maybe. Maybe it was time to just... stop expecting others... to be like himself. At least the hobby of reading tomes... was better... than the hobby of reading orders... of other people's death. So in the end... a strange thought came to him. The thought of... escaping the box... the mentality that he had set himself upon. And that started with a simple greeting. A simple desire... to find a friend. ''Hey." Maybe... that friend could be her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:27 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Jerall View Inn, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For the most part the night was going rather well Coraline thought to herself as the pages seemed to turn themselves. She wasn't paying attention to the number of pages she had read or the number she had left to read just that the words scribbled on the pages seemed to call to her. A beacon of a story that needed to be finished before the night was up. A small glimmer of hope that the whole day wouldn't be a complete loss. Some kind lure drove her attention further into the book, not really paying attention to how loud her humming was starting to become. The lnnkeeper was starting to glance down at her but paid little attention to her since wasn't really disturbing anyone. So he went back to their conversation that soon delved into further into bandit history and then soon back to more local gossip and old war stories. Things that would have interested Coraline if she were welcomed in the conversations, though, she decided to stick to her book and sit by the fire, her sweet roll almost finished but still resting within her hands.
The room was warm, cozy almost, like laying underneath your covers on a cold morning, trying to get those last few precious moments of rest before you have to get up. Her mind cleared from the book randomly to a blank though that slowly formed itself into an old memory. The plain land slowly started to fill with bushes and trees, grass started to sprout and flowers bloomed into view. She was resting outside her parents house. Her mother was sitting inside and her father was in the garden. She was alone outside but the sun shone brightly and rarely did people travel close to their house. Her back rested on the field and the sound of the river around The Imperial City rustled quietly behind her. She was finding shapes of notable objects in the clouds. She remembers seeing what seemed to be a goblet. With her adolescent mind she pictured a golden cup with gems studding the sides. Large rubies and an emerald pattern littered around the outer side. She also saw one of the rune symbols she once saw in a book retaining to the Daedra.
Coraline was lost in that field for what seemed like hours till a cool breeze brought her back to the lnn. The door opened and with it a chilling wind that made the fire flicker a little. Some snow trotted in as a large man entered the hall, the door being closed behind him. His height gave away his heritage though his face was didn't fit what she pictured Nords to be. Usually they had more masculine faces instead his seemed more feminine. lf he was shorter and his build wasn't so brutish looking, Coraline would have mistaken him for a Breton with blond hair. His cheeks seemed to linger a little bit of facial hair as if he hasn't tended to it in few days. Though as she saw nor felt any immediate danger from him, she turned back to her book and let the man go about his own business without bother him.
Soon the banter from most of the locals were all but lulled away yet she heard someone, a voice she didn't catch the first time, till it rang again in her ears for her mind to really realize someone was talking to her, even though they only really greeted her once verbally. She marked the page of her book with one of the spare parchments she carries around with her and turned around to see the giant of a man speaking to her as his vision seemed focused on her. His eyes were green, she could see that now since he was a lot more close then when she first saw him at the entrance. ''Am l blocking the fire?'' she asked him, more worried about offending him. His hands seemed callused and worn with time. He could probably cave in her skull with one hand if he wanted to, or so it was what she was thinking.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:56 am
xxxx ϝяσϻ ɗʋȿҡ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The blood of the old world... will cleanse the path to the new.
It was strange... to speak to someone. All he had ever done was listen. To the Speaker... to the servants of the Speaker... and even to people he had not known. People came to him often, thinking he cared about the day-to-day miseries of their lives. But he did not. Humanity... misery... did they not go hand-in-hand? So why... did it matter? But now, he found himself being that person. The one to approach another... and for what? For small-talk? But it wasn't like he wasn't being himself, at least. Everything that you act... is still a part of you, and that is something undeniable. He wasn't being different; he was only being... stupid. This girl... didn't even stand two-thirds of his height. What could she do for him? She was only... a little girl, and he would only corrupt her as he did to himself.
But still, in the wait for her response, he examined her. Maybe it was strange, but that was simply something he found himself doing often. He studied every motion, every breath of air and every action in-between. But this was what he did to his targets. He tried to find what could not otherwise be found. But she... she was not a target. She was just... a little girl, with pale grey hair, and a set of eyes that were not empty like his. So why the fascination? He didn't even like girls. And he sure as hell did NOT like elves. She was a creature of disgust. And he would, all other times, have abstained from even nearing her. So why... why now... did he have to crumble? To bow down to pride and to approach someone who did not even desire to be approached. Yes... maybe he should've just... let her return to her reading.
It was not long, though, before she acknowledged him. Before her lips opened to speak, and this sent a waking fear down his spine. Maybe she... would just end up like all the rest. Or maybe she was one of those delusive little girls... the ones that had always believed their heads to be in the right... when really, they were never in a more vulnerable state. It was something he suffered from, as well, though; arrogance. But for such an arrogant young man, why was it that his sanity crumbled at even the sight of the youngest little elvish girl? Was it that... he cared about what others thought of him? Maybe, unbeknownst to himself, that was how everyone lived. To fear... and to invoke fear... was a cycle that had never once paused... if even to just... take one small breath. A breath a lot like the one he held within himself, in desperation, for fear of the meaning behind the small few words spoken to him. Maybe she... didn't want to be disturbed.
Yes, that was what he kept believing. So of course, he didn't bother to try and say any more. A response was all that he could grant. And that enough, would only confirm that he was not the man he wanted. ''I... no, you're not. I'm sorry. I-I just wanted to... just wanted to..." What did he want to do? He wasn't so sure himself. But those words were ones that he could not finish. He only looked down, withdrawing himself even further into his heavy coat, hoping for the girl to not follow his words. To not speak to him further. But behind all of the words and thoughts, the one that lingered the most was the depraved emotion of disappointment; for what he was, and for what he could not ever... ever be.
He couldn't help but look at her, though, one last time, before he retreated back to the sight of the floor. She probably thought he was just some freak... like all the rest. Like all of the other sick old fools, hiding within the world. His hopes were dim... and his stomach was empty, just like his heart.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:41 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Perfection
Location: Jerall View Inn, Bruma
Mood: Relaxing
xxThe inn doors blasted open with snow flowing in as cloaked figure rushed into the room, just as quickly as the doors opened they were closed by the delicate hands of the Imperial. Pulling down her hood, with wet ends in her raven black hair the storm green eyed women walked to the bar where the bartender stood. "Some ale." She said in a monotone voice. The bartender looked around for a bottle of ale. While waiting for him Emane's eye's darted around the room, meeting the eyes of those watching her with attentiveness and pushing them back to their own business. Emane normally wouldn't be in Bruma unless it was for a job. This particular night she just completed a job for the Dark Brotherhood. No doubt alarm of a dead body of a dark elf would be investigated soon. Finally the bartender brought the ale. She placed the coins on the table in front of him and popped off the cork with her thumb.
xxHer lips met the opening of the bottle, and the stinging liquid rolled down throat. Finally her body relaxed. The guards were not so forgiving towards a charming girl like her if caught with a murder. She has never been caught with such a crime before but she would hate for it to happen anytime in the future. Sure, being caught with theft only required a few days of jail but murder, that was a whole nother story.
xxEmane walked over to one of the empty chairs, taking a seat and kicking back and throwing her fitted boots on top the table. She wasn't far from the fire, and the heat was welcoming. She could handle all the rain in the world, snow though just bothered her. She felt sorry for those who lived in Skyrim. Having to deal with all that snow day after day/ Must be horrible. Emane let out a sigh as she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. She had not yet actually gave a look around to see who she was in the presence of. Who knows? Maybe there was someone in here she was familiar with, she doubted it. But you never know who you will run into these days. Just the other day she ran into a friend from the Nine Divines church who was in the same dome room as her when training to become a sister in the church.
xxThinking of the church, Emane hadn't been in one of the churches for months now. She had been intentionally avoiding it, but thinking of it now made her feel somewhat guilty. No doubt the gods and goddesses have not been happy with the decisions she had made in her life. She had not completed her vows so the perspective of the here after shouldn't be as bad as it would if she been an official sister of the Nine Divines and then joined the Dark Brotherhood, Fighter's Guild, The Arena, and Thieves Guild after having obtained her right to explore freely. Ah, it was to much to think about. All she should have on her mind at the moment was drinking some good cheap ale, being next to the fire, and listening to the laughs and bustling talking which surrounded her.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:01 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Jerall View Inn, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The two of them sat there, their eyes hardly meeting but it seemed for a minute had passed before he spoke again. Though his response seemed unsatisfying to her. lt was bland and quite boring for a reply that seemed to take a while to say. Though within the confides of his words she found that he wasn't going to just asking her to move over for the fire but instead wanted to actually just talk. She had met people who came to public places to meet others, but rarely did older people such as himself attempt to join her in conversation. Only other Mages seemed to hold that she was more then just a child, at times, but others they saw her as someone who needed protecting. She quickly learned to dismiss those accusations and went about her ways trying to prove those very ones who saw her as weak and a child that she was more then a book cover, someone who could take care of themselves if worse comes worse.
She felt a fleeting idea to talk to him, learn his story. Why was it that someone who comes to an lnn alone and later strike up a conversation with someone who clearly was content by themselves, not that she minded it. Talking was fun. She preferred to listen rather then actually talk. But she found it necessary to verbalize her opinions to continue what discussion they were having. She instead turned her body completely towards the man who she was now starting to have interest in, with her book closed, she rested int on her lap and looked up at him. ''Just wanted to talk?'' she said trying to finish his sentence. ''That was what you were going to say?''
She felt like a slob for leaving her plat on the ground but knew that she would eventually pick it up and leave it on the counter. She would have washed it herself but instead had it rest next to her, and made a mental note to clean it up soon but rather just leave it there for later she took up the plate and set it on the table the man was sitting at and joined him. Facing him, she watched his body movement trying make out what exactly he was doing here. Find the story behind the man if she could. Though with little to go on, she had a hard time deciphering anything about this man as he was seemingly stoic. ''So what's your name?'' she asked politely, setting the book down near the plate she discarded onto the table they were sitting at. ''My name is Coraline.'' she said remembering it was always more polite to give your name first then ask for the other person's. She was about to offer her hand to shake his but instead rested her elbow on the table and leaned on her palm.
lt was then the door opened up again, this time more as if who ever was opening it tried to kick it down. Snow started to pour in and the cold draft sent shivers down Coraline's spine. The wooden feature made a noise that made Coraline leap a little bit in her seat and spin around to see who was making such a ruckus. Unlike the polite man who sat in front of her, it was a woman, with long black hair. She felt disgusted as the woman just ordered for alcohol without even waiting for the man to ask if he could help her in any way. She then proceeded to uncork it then start drinking out of the bottle after she paid and went to a seat then promptly rested her feet on a chair. Coraline felt a surge of resentment for her inhospitably. She hid her disgust from public view and turned her attention back towards what seemed like a guest in Bruma. She's been in the Mage's Guild for a few years now, and, she has been out of the academy and assigned to the Hall here in Bruma, but, she hasn't seen this man yet. Traveler's are common but she still likes to get to know them. And not many just travel to the snowy mountains for sere pleasure. She herself has come to love the cold.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:42 am
xxxx ϝяσϻ ɗʋȿҡ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The blood of the old world... will cleanse the path to the new.
Another girl entered, this one different than the last. Not a Nord... but maybe, an Imperial? It didn't really matter, though, in the end. He really doubted... she would bother to talk, to someone like him. To be honest, the only reason he brought himself to even speak with this girl was for the fact that she was a child. Adults were... scary, judgmental. Maybe she would look up to him... rather than degrade him. And he would be safe around her; safe from advances... safe from pursuit... and safe from the schemes of the outside world. Maybe he was not ready to deal with reality. No, not the reality of life itself; not the reality of crime, hatred or murder... But the reality that people, as they were, were the sole perpetrators of said acts. But how could he judge them? After all... murderers... with them, he was one-and-the-same. But hypocrisy was a virtue, and so was fear; worriment. He always had to be cautious... always aware, of the ones he could call his own. They only... got in the way.
But whatever the new lady was, she was not discreet. It were almost as if she were striving to be known; striving to be seen as someone with pride. But that was just another raw form of insecurity... something he knew well. And how could he come in-touch with someone... who was not even in-touch with themselves? The answer was that he could not. The woman was only an obstacle of fear; and what was more important was the test that the little girl before him posed. Whether or not... he could even handle the judging stare of a child. Every moment, every glance... was so heavy, it was as if he could hardly even... breathe. And when she spoke to him... it weighed heavily upon his ears, knowing that each word was created and followed by a thought. Knowing that each thought... was a judgment, passed in view and opinion, and each judgment went through a process of clarity or misinformation. But the silence -- of which he was gifted with -- lined the room, and if anything, sitting here, examining the situation... was more dangerous than even looking as a fool.
So eventually, the silence grew into a tone; for he began to speak. There was not much to say, on his own, but he knew that he could at least grant the girl an answer. His name... wasn't that important. He could part with that, at least. ''Vanderden; or at least that's what my mother called me. Most people... just call me Van." That enough was difficult to surmount, but through all of this time, he had built some semblance of courage. She didn't seem to be so bad. At least she didn't insult him. So many people did that, in this world. It hurt. It hurt more than anything.
As small moments of time came and went, Vander found himself shuffling his feet as he began to take off his coat, revealing only an undershirt. It wasn't that it was hot; but he felt... suffocated. Whether that was the fault of the air around him... the people, or if it really was his clothing, he didn't know. But even if only a sentiment; he hoped that the things he did... even small things, such as this, would guide him to the ability to speak. And in a way, this mentality permitted that it did. ''Not to sound... prudish, but how old are you, by the way? There are bad people... in this place, and in this world as a whole. Some of which who will wish to exploit you. But... you're aware of that, aren't you? Something tells me... you know more than your child-like appearance would dictate. Tell me, how unfortunate is this world where a child must learn to survive?" Strange words were shuffled in his mind, and that was the product. Maybe he sounded... strange, but he did not intend to play as if he were not granted an opinion. He feared for her. Feared for them all; the children of Cyrodiil. So many... were like him.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:44 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Jerall View Inn, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ''Well Van, it's a pleasure to meet you.'' Coraline started to like this, Van. He seemed genuine about what he was saying and didn't really see her as a child. As if he saw her on equal grounds as himself. Disregarding her childish figure and seeing her as another person. That her age was just a number and not a dictation on how she acted nor was. Though, she was a bit childish at time yet it seems that everyone can be so it's not a proper argument one could make against her. He started to speak again, his lips moving and words started to spill out, and to her it seemed like he was nervous. Like talking to people was paining him, not physically like a spell would, but, mentally. It might have been hard for him to talk to people which is why he started with a kid in the first place. Or, just that, he wanted to see what kind of person sits and reads in a tavern instead of their home. Though, Coraline never really talked to her parents ever since they sent her to the Academy and she felt as if the walls of the Guild Hall were starting to cave in on her. The rooms seemed smaller then she remembers when she first got there and the signature odor every place has was starting to give her a headache if she stayed there too long or didn't open a window.
''l'm fifteen for the moment.'' she said agitated for having to actually tell her age. She felt it was demeaning to think people act a certain way just because of how old they were. But she let it go as it seemed he was more concerned for her well being instead of why she was here alone. Which he never brought up either. Though he was curious to know if she knew that there were ''bad people'' in the world. ''Do you mean like Con-artist?'' she questioned back. ''Because they go after anyone. l just know that to every game and con there are two people, the opponent and the victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter so you can become the former.'' she said as she was still resting on her palm, trying to figure out if he was the opponent and she the victim in this situation. Perhaps his whole concern was just a facade for her to believe that what he might say next was so that she would trust him more. ''Though the world is a cruel place for anyone; l don't think l would have it any worse then you do.'' she said trying to iterate herself into the mainstream population instead of dissociating her from any other person in the world due to the age difference as he was trying to.
She pondered for a second of an example of hardship kids and adults both share to connect them to show the symbiotic relations they have to further advance her point as they are not so different. ''l figure l have my fair share of hardships just like you have your own; although different they maybe, the list is still there.'' Coraline was still thinking of that example to give. Then it came to her, one that she could easily reveal in public and not fear any sort of shunning or disproving attitudes that one could give.''Like how we both work, you for... well whatever it is that you do, and me for the Mage's Guild.'' She tried connecting the pair with jobs. Everyone eventually has to work, even a Count or Emperor has to at some point otherwise there would be pure anarchy. So it was a good place to put them on even grounds. ''It isn't that bad for me so l can't speak for the populace that is the underage group, but the Mage's Guild has kind of sheltered me, so to speak.'' She still was resting on her hand while speaking to him. Acting suave and laid back, using large words to only make her age seem less important. To be treated as an adult.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:56 am
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfection
Location: Jerall View Inn, Bruma
Mood: Bored
xxEmane placed the bottle of ale on the table, there was still a quarter left at the bottom of the bottle but she didn't feel the urge to drink it what was left. She appeared to be in deep thought or even more, just spacing out. In reality though, she was analyzing ever living things movement and speech if she could hear in the room. So far no one seemed a threat to her. Every one's conversations were drowning in excitement. She switched her ears to the child and man speaking next to the fireplace. Their conversation was rather.....dull and awkward. She moved her gaze over to them subtly. The man turned out to be a tall blonde Nord. A handsome one too. He looked uncomfortable, what would he be uncomfortable about? He was a Nord, aren't they supposed to be all proud and brave?
xxThe other was a rather short Altmer. Her bright grey hair stood out with the light of the fire dancing off it. She had not seen that color very often except on some dark elves and old grannies. But this particular tone was a nice contrast between her other features and suited the girl quite well. Observing her movements she noted that the girl didn't seem to know what to do about the awkward Nord who seemed unsure of himself. But there is always a possibility that he was hiding something or from someone. Wasn't everyone who came all the way up to the Jerell Mountains hiding or looking for something? She came for a purpose and now her quest was done. She was free to depart back to Cheydinhal to report that the dark elf was dead, get her pay, and head down to the Imperial City where she would compete in the Arena.
xxShe was becoming more popular in the Arena and was so far on a winning streak. The cash was slowly growing by ten gold each round she survived. It wasn't much but eventually she'll get up there to Grand Champion and get a bucket load of gold every round she fought. But sadly that is a goal that will take some time. Maybe if the Grand Champion at present got mysteriously poisoned....no. She was not a dirty fighter when it came to a real one on one match. Sure the Dark Brotherhood called for unfair ways of killing people but that was different. When having a real match with another warrior Emane rather do it honorable. Even if her own methods of competing were unjust in their own ways. But enough of this, she was starting to confuse herself with all the different ways of how to fight and how to kill without being caught and how to sneak into a house with only one lockpick and be required to pick into a chest with over five different locks. Some people really wanted to keep their things secure....
xxEmane felt a bored and lonely now as she went back to observing everyone. Maybe she should go ahead and get a room for the night, if only she were in Chorral. Charming town with charming people. Everyone knew her there so there was no need to be as bored as she was now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:14 am
xxxx ϝяσϻ ɗʋȿҡ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The blood of the old world... will cleanse the path to the new.
''There is no need to justify yourself," He responded almost immediately, hearing and understanding that she was perhaps... offended, by his words. He did not mean to disrespect her; for like her, he, as a child, was forced to live for himself with no one to secure him. But still, parts of her did show that she was still a child. When she stated that she was only fifteen "for the moment", he couldn't help but smile, and that was saying a lot when it came to him. But she did seem like... she carried a grand head, above those shoulders. And it wasn't just because she was a High Elf. It was interesting, though, that she compared himself to him to show that she was a professional. Well, at least she was well-spoken.
There wasn't a whole lot he could say in response to the girl, but he covered his words from before to ensure that he did not offend her or did not dry the mood. Words were... hard for him, but he did the best that he could. But was that enough? ''No one is free from despair; I know this. Perhaps it is because of the Gods. Or perhaps it is because of the lack of said Gods. Who knows? But, I do not disrespect you for who you are. In fact, I respect you greatly for your success. Even I... sometimes, don't really see myself arriving anywhere. I sit sometimes, and think of Leyawiin, almost as if it were a distant memory, wondering why circumstance permitted that I slave over my work. But it is no big deal. I'm well aware that innocence and justice are only ideas; and in this world... ideas remain to be just that; an idea. Not a reality. Not an aspect." He was speaking, now. It became easier for him. The words flowed and flowed and his confidence built. This was the first time he had really spoken to anyone aside from the Countess. There was a voice, inside him, always screaming. No; not an actual voice, but a desire. A desire to free himself from the loneliness he had built. But sometimes, even when the problem was evident; the answer was not. It was hard to save yourself; even when you knew that you needed to be saved.
But this only drew him back to the girl, listening and observing, drinking and sitting. She was eavesdropping, was she not? Realizing this... he knew, would make it harder to speak. Maybe she was getting bored. Maybe she would... would... go away. That way, he wouldn't be so afraid. So afraid to speak, and dream, and to be happy for a moment. But the odds of that... were dwindling. ''I think I might... go home, soon. It's so... cold. Really... really... cold." Not the weather... not the air... but something else. Something he could not describe. He gripped his coat firmly, and held it in his arms, almost as a child would hold his blanket. It brought him comfort, for a time. But when time passed, so did the comfort as well.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:38 am
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfection
Location: Jerall View Inn, Bruma
Mood: Bored
xxEmane was fiddling with her hair as she listened to the two. Not exactly sure what to do. Time was drawing out and soon she would go buy a room and sleep the red of the night away. Just as she was ready to get up and rent a room for the night she overheard the Nord speaking of the Gods. So he had lost his faith. What a pity, if it weren't for the Nine Divines Cyrodiil would just a chaotic wasteland with no order, no faith, no security. People would run wild and the bandits would multiply. But she could be just exaggerating. Actually she was. She was taught that when training to be a sister. She herself truthfully believed that things would be very different if everyone had lost faith in the Gods but not that the world would burn from it.
xxAs she listened things became more interesting. The Nord now spoke of Leyawiin. Slaving over work.....that sounded awfully familiar to her. Yes, Leyawiin was a great town but if you were not in the right position or area the place was hell. She decided to take this opportunity to cleanse herself of this boredom that had overcome her. Getting off the chair and onto her feet she picked up the ale bottle and walked over to the table that the elf and Nord sat. "I couldn't help but overhear you speaking of Leyawiin. Tell me, good sir. Where is it from Leyawiin that you speak of? I myself am from that rain obsessed town." She said with a warm smile on her face. Of course this smile was a fake but hardly anyone had figured which of her smiles were real and fake. Her eyes stayed locked with his but were more welcoming so he wouldn't be turned off and become even more unsure as he was now.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:18 pm
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Jerall View Inn, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coraline became almost silent after she spoke, and he almost automatically started to speak telling her that she hadn't need to justify herself. She didn't see it as being defensive at first but she she stopped and thought about it, he was right. Her words just seemed to come out mostly without her really thinking about it. But when she replayed the words in her head over again she could see clearly how defensive she really was being. Almost arrogant even. To where she wanted to curl up into a little ball and evaporate away with the warm fire that was still crackling next to them. So, instead she started to munch on her sweet roll so her mouth would be occupied from speech as Van again started up; this time a little too depressing as he spoke of the Nine Divine, or rather the lack of in some cases.
But what she found interesting was that he straight out said that he did not disrespect her but rather admired her for her success. She almost laughed a little but instead just scoffed at the gesture of he being successful. ''l'm just an apprentice still.'' She was being humble at this point. And that was saying that he was even talking about the Mage's Guild. Still it was nice to receive compliments ever so often. ''Though thank you for the flattery.''
Coraline knew of all the God's but didn't really worship them. She wasn't a big believer in them but wouldn't doubt their existence entirely as Van was doing right now then went on to almost flatter her and speak of Leyawiin as if it were from a happier time. She started to think that he was from there as he spoke of slaving over work in the same sentence. Picturing this ginormous hulk for a man slaving over anything almost seemed pitiful or it was serious labor he was doing. She might have taken the slaving a little too literal though it was how she was picturing him in the past. But it doesn't answer why exactly he was here in Bruma. Perhaps for family? She wasn't entirely sure why and didn't really want to dwell on something he probably didn't want to speak of in the first place. So, letting it go, Coraline heard his excuse for wanting to leave.
He said it was cold. She rarely heard of a Nord who has gotten cold. She was about to speak to him and ask him if she should stoke the fire when the girl who came in earlier spoke up. Not to herself but to Van. She invited herself over as if she owned the Tavern. Her breath smelled of liquor and her attitude that seemed to ignore the fact that Coraline was sitting down only added to her disliking of this woman. She asked from where Van was from, if from Leyawiin and if so where. She mentioned a Rain Obsessed Town but was very vague on from where that was. She could have meant from Leyawiin itself though Coraline never went there too often so she couldn't account for the rainfall that would occur there often.
Coraline wanted to speak up to the now duo sitting at the table but couldn't find words to match their new discussion. She was blind sighted by this girl joining them and wasn't planning on it either. Without anything really to say she started to chew on what remained of her roll, which at this point was almost next to nothing.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:53 pm
xxxx ϝяσϻ ɗʋȿҡ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The blood of the old world... will cleanse the path to the new.
If anything... scared him, it was what had just occurred. Far from the ability to even... speak, he sat with near-awe as the girl placed herself to the same table as he. But her words... were polite, he supposed. She called him a "good sir". But no one would ever know how wrong she really was. No... he wasn't good. He wasn't good at all. When she spoke of Leyawiin, though, he found himself holding back a smile. Rain... yes, there was a lot of that, back home. He missed it. It had always done him the favor of washing away the Argonian filth. But perhaps that was why they were there in the first place; they reveled in the rain. It was like their home. But who needed home, in the end? They strived to leave the Blackmarsh... so why then, did they wish to recreate it as best they could?
But he realized that his thoughts were meaningless. Argonians? What did they matter to him, now? Maybe they were simply something that tied in with his memories of home. His mother... hated them, more than anything else. They were the scum of the earth, to her. But to them... she was probably... the same. The oppressor; the one to bring them down to the place they did not feel they belonged. But in these thoughts, he found himself staring at Emane, unintentionally. Guess he just... spaced out. But it didn't matter. He didn't care what she thought of his actions, or his gaze. But that was to say; that he didn't really care about anyone at all. Still, though. He was not rude; and she did speak politely, at least. All she wanted was a simple answer... and he would give that to her. ''I am from the Castle. "Where the sun never shined, the rain never fell, and the Argonians never smell." That was what the Countess would say. But really, I had to deal with all three aspects. The Lady always made me leave the Castle to... buy her books, and things like that. I didn't mind, though. It was from that line of work where I myself learned to read; something many Nords cannot do. But that's... unimportant. I apologize, if I sound like I'm rambling." He bit his lower lip, nervously, for it was evident that he probably sounded... conceited, a bit. All he had done so far was talk about himself. Not of others. Not of the Altmer, and not of this new girl, who had set it upon herself to talk to them. How rude was he, amongst the two young women who had somehow put up with him thus far? One of them even... smiled. But the other... she looked... distraught.
He wanted to be... friendly, but he didn't really know how. This was all too new to him. He didn't know how to deal with these people. So how was he supposed to divine a response? A response that they would not scorn? Maybe he... could be simple. He saw the girl eating her sweet roll, and noticed that it was almost done. He didn't have much money... but food and shelter... he had enough of those, not to worry. Maybe he could be the one to give, for a change; and not the parasite who took and took and took some more. ''Do you want anything else? If you're still hungry, I can get you something. I know it's a strange offer, but you've been humble to me, and I thought I could at least try... to return the favor. But... I don't know. Maybe I'm looking like an idiot right now. You guys can probably tell... that I'm not too experienced... at talking, to others." That enough was evident; a fact that needed not be a secret. Needed not the effort to be hidden.
Strangely, he felt sort of comfortable now, with these two. Saying that he felt like he could say "anything" would be an exaggeration, but he tried to at least... go further than simple "greetings". From what he had seen so far, it seemed like they were not judgmental people. In fact... maybe they were just as insecure as he was. The little elvish girl seemed almost... concealed, as if she were having trouble speaking... and the Imperial... seemed to display nothing at all. Almost as if she were... hollow. Or if there was something within her that was always present; always different than it appeared. She was a deceiver. That much, he could tell. He spent his entire life with people like her... of her race, of her type. And they were all out for pleasure. But they were just children, in the end. Unaware of the real risks and rewards of life; the type of people to abstain from things such as love and commitment simply for childish idealism. But whether he was wrong or right, he was not judging her. She was a person... and he nor anyone else... was any better.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 3:58 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfection
Location: Jerall View Inn, Bruma
Mood: Conversing
xxEmane felt herself fill with delight when the Nord confirmed that he was truly from Leyawiin. She offered herself a seat. Looking over at the altmer she nodded with a greeting. She wasn't good with youth and was planning on never having to deal with one of her own but she didn't entirely dislike them. Though she had a habit of ignoring them. Probably because they were shorter, not yet fully attractive, poor, naive, and thought they were so important along with their ideas. This elf could be just another one of those spoiled children, maybe not. She doesn't know the girl so who knew.
xxLooking back over to the nord she decided to talk more on Leyawiin, it seemed to be the only topic that made sense at the moment. "The castle, must of been really great and warm." She said with a half smile. "My father was the hunter for the count and countess, maybe you saw him a few times. I can proudly say you most likely indulged in some venison I myself had caught." She said with a proud tone while laying back into the chair. Emane had gone out hunting with her father many a time and had fun chasing after the deer and rabbits or silently creeping up to one of them and shooting their unsuspecting bodies with an arrow. She turned her body in a way to look at them both she smirked. "Names Anarion, Emane Anarion. You may or may not have heard of me I highly doubt it but no harm in seeing if you do." She said while pursing her lips.
xxThe two were probably starting to get irritated or just confused with her. Her actions and personality changed quickly depending on her motives. Which in this case was set on getting rid of her boredom and to make some new acquaintances. She wouldn't mind having someone to converse with in the future. It could be possible that one of these two happened to be in a guild with her. They could go on and deepen their great loving friendship. But now Emane was just exaggerating.
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