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 Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:48 am
On the 7th of First Seed, the people of Tamriel celebrate First Planting, symbolically sowing the seeds for the autumn harvest. It is a festival of fresh beginnings, both for the crops and the men and women of Tamriel. Neighbors are reconciled in their disputes, resolutions are formed, bad habits are dropped, and the diseased are cured. The clergies at the temples run a free clinic all day long to cure people of poisoning, diseases, paralyzation, and other banes that can be found on the continent of Tamriel.
In Solitude a small party is held through out the hold to celebrate this yearly tradition. Vendors stay opened late in hopes of making extra coin, children run around snacking on any little treat they can get their hands on and the people celebrate with dancing.
It is currently 5pm.
Currently it is spring, the weather is slightly chilly but warm.
Remember you can't be in two places at once, you must pick between the two events.
Quote who ever you are interacting with c:
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:47 am
 xxWandering ;; | Solitude ;; | Skyforge Steel Battleaxe ;; | 100% ;; | 100% ;;
It was still not that late. The Companions' presence had been requested at this event, as they were told that there might be some sort of threat arising. However, upon entering into the towering stone walls of the city, Sverre was less than convinced of any sort of threat. Undoubtedly, this was another politician's attempt to get him out of Whiterun to ask for his advice or support on some matter. Though as the Harbinger of the Companions, Sverre was expected to deliver such advice to individuals, this was not particularly his favorite way to pass the time. More often than not, he would get dragged into some ugly affair with those cowardly elves and magicians, and have to pretend to be able to stand their cowardice. Typically one to stay out of political affairs, Sverre was close to admitting that he favored the Stormcloaks, if for no other reason than to get those elves off his back and get this foolish war over with. Finding himself at the center of the Imperial activity in Skyrim didn't help much either; Skyrim was a land of the Nords and the powerful, and here he was among backstabbing Imperials. It was enough to make a Nord go crazy. Yet, instead of saying anything, Sverre simply wandered around. At one point, an urchin stood before him, and Sverre practically tripped over the boy. "Mister, can you spare a coin?" Undoubtedly the child was just taking advantage of the sudden influx of people in the city, though Sverre didn't have the heart to say no. "Here you go, kid," he said. Reaching into the pouch at his hip, he pulled out a Septim and handed it to the child, who ran away in giddy excitement. Hopefully something would happen soon, but for now Sverre simply wandered around, waiting.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:45 pm
Current Location ;; Solitude - Current With ;; Alone - Currently Equipped ;; Bow, Leather armor - Health ;; 100 - Stamina ;; 100
Now here's a place Vondra never expected herself to visit. It's not so much that she didn't like Solitude, she very much did. The place was beautiful, rather peaceful...if you can ignore the constant chatter about the Imperial army. Vondra didn't care much about the war, as bad as that may sound to some. Besides the fact that she wasn't able to keep up with politics, she just couldn't pick a side. Both had very good reasons to defend, but at the same time, both had very unjustifiable faults. In what way is it right to deny someone of their right to worship? She wasn't a religious girl, but she felt if other's took comfort in their Divines, why take that from them? And the other half...'Skyrim belongs to the Nords'. Pah! As much as she loved the tall, strong and handsome race, this place was as much hers as it was theirs. It's her home, it's everyone's home, despite race.
Vondra had heard of the festival that Solitude was hosting and figured it would be no harm in attending. It's not like she had anything else to do. Plus, she wanted to see what kind of game she could hunt while in the Haafingar hold. In all honestly, it didn't really compare to the plains outside of Whiterun. But it did make a decent get away trip to unwind. So far, this festival was quite enjoyable. She had made a bit of coin selling off any pelts and meats she had acquired during her hunts. This would be a great time to restock on some more arrows, maybe splurge on some delicious treats she saw put out when she had arrived.
While she made her way through the city, towards Fletcher to be exact, she made sure to keep her coin purse secure. It was best to be on the safe side with all these urchins running around. They were sneaky little buggers. Though, it took one to know one. When she past Radiant Raiment, the clothing shop ran by the two High Elves, she made sure to keep her cloak wrapped around her tightly. She had definitely met those two before and they never failed to mock Vondra of her choice in clothing. What did they expect from a Bosmer who spends most of her days living in the wilds? A noble woman's dress? No, Vondra would often craft her own clothing and armor with the pelts and hides she'd scavenge while hunting. Mind you, she wasn't the best blacksmith around, but she knew her way around some leather. While the patch work wasn't the most pleasing to the eye, at least it kept her naughty bits covered and somewhat protected.
The Redguard at Fletcher had a decently stocked inventory, though the only good quantity he had where steel and iron arrows. The rest where barely enough for an archer to get by on. He probably had some good sales today. While Vondra only used iron arrows to hunt, she figured beggars couldn't be choosers. She purchased half of the steel arrows and a good bundle of the iron ones, just in case she came across any good game on the way back home to Riften. On her way out, she looked over to the blacksmith pounding away on some steel at the forge. He was making a great sword, it seemed. Oh, how she loved greatswords! She envied those that were big and strong enough to wield them properly. Whenever she had a greatsword in her hands, her swings were completely off balanced, which proofed deadly for anyone that might be in close proximity to her, including her own self at times. Good for taking down bandits or any other enemy, bad if she was with a group.
Sadly, those were some of the more expensive weapons. As she eyed the steel simmer when dipped into the water trough, Vondra jingled her coin purse. Definitely not enough gold to purchase anything else other than food and drink. A brief thought ran through her mind. She could always take the sword when left unattended. Though, where in Oblivion would she hide that monster? Maybe some other time...maybe she might pay the blacksmith a visit before she left Solitude.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she continued down the slope that lead to the marketplace. With her quiver refilled with arrows and any other errands she had to run complete, she was now free to enjoy the festival. A group of children ran past her, too engross in their game of tag. One of them ran straight into her. "Oof!" she grunted with the impact, her hands instinctively reached out to grab at the boy to keep him from falling back. Her crimson colored eyes peered at the boy, causing him to stiffen a little. Though, when he saw how soft and gentle they appeared, he quickly relaxed, realizing she was not going to yell at him. "Sorry lady! We're playing tag!" With that, he withdrew from her and ran along to rejoin his friends.
Vondra shook her head, though a small smile marked her lips. "Damn kids." As she turned to continue forward, it seemed it was now her turn to not watch where she was going. At first, the elf thought she walked straight into a wall, but when she regained her balance, she realized the 'wall' was actually a man. A Nordic man, to be exactly. Oh boy, Nords were rather tricky to interact with. It was a gamble, a fifty/fifty shot. Either they didn't mind her presence, or they quickly turned soul the minute they saw her red eyes and pointed ears. Of course, that didn't turn off Vondra. She liked the challenge some Nord men gave her, though that was another story entirely.
Rubbing her face, where she had collided with his armor, she glazed up at the man, giving him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. My fault entirely."
o.o.c ;; n.a
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:07 pm
Current Location ;; Solitude - Current With ;; No one - Currently Equipped ;; Archmage's Robes, Ohgma Infinium(Hidden in a large pouch) - Health ;; 100 - Stamina ;; 100
Raylith rarely ventured out of Winterhold these days and sight of him even within the College had become quite a rarity in itself but here he was with his cloak thrown over his head rubbing shoulders with the Jarl and widow of his High King. Elisif was a strong woman but she mourned deeply for her dead husband whom had been taken by Ulfric Stormcload, and Raylith found her presence to be rather depressing at best. But it had been at her request, though he doubted the legitimacy of that, that he bring himself to the seat of Skyrim for this festival. However Raylith was a smart man, he knew the true reason behind his current visit, he was the first Nordic Archmage in likely the history of the College of Winterhold. This was a perfect opportunity to attempt to reconcile differences between Nords and magik users in the land, which he imagined the Empire hoped would help the Nords differences with elves.
Raylith was once more smarter then that, he knew his brethren would never be able to fully welcome the High Elves into their lands, not after what had happened when the Aldmeri Dominion invaded the Empire. But out of respect for Torygg and his own Nordic principles he decided to finally leave his seat in Winterhold to participate in what he deemed to be farce. He could tell by how General Tullius would introduce him to every Aldmeri representative that it was his goal to try to get him on their side. He almost chuckled at how differently things would be should he have been an Dunmer like his predecessor, or perhaps a Khajit? It wasn't until Elisif's court wizard commented on how pale he seemed and looked at him with all too knowing eyes that he decided to take his leave however.
Raylith found himself out in the city now having left under the pretenses of "enjoying some of the festivities" but all he really wanted to do right now was find his way back to the College and continue his research. He also had some work to do concerning some recently discovered Dwemer ruins, oh how his mouth watered at the mere prospect of being one of the first to set foot in an old Dwemer ruin. The Dwemer had such a fascinating ideal of art, scientific study, magik, and architecture, it was something he obsessed over since he met that strange old man from the college. He had half a mind to go back to his guest quarters and done his shining Dwarven armor and go charging back to Winterhold, perhaps making a detour to Riften for some shady types to help with traps and locks. But alas Raylith was a good Nord, and while he still believed in Talos he did not condone what Ulfric Stormcloak had done to Torygg.
It was quite sad really that even the lightness of the mood around Solitude could not manage to brighten him up at the moment, normally he was quite a cheerful fellow but nothing about this seemed to make him feel cheerful. He was too busy brooding on other things to be enjoying himself, and the sadness that filled his heart when he thought about the things that had taken place in the Blue Palace did not help. It was not long before he found himself simply wandering about Solitude, passing the Bards College and soon finding himself closer to the front of Solitude. He had been nearing the area in which all the traders set up shop, which now there were quite a few more than he remember from past visits, though likely here for just more business. He watched the children run about playing with one another, holding onto sweets and being generally happy, he watched one such child collide with a Bosmer, no one he knew, she had an interesting pair of eyes though.
He wasn't able to stop himself from laughing aloud at what happened next, after the child ran off when he realized she wasn't going to do anything to him the woman ran face first into an imposing figure herself. The large Nord was indeed an imposing figure wearing heavy armor and wielding a Skyforged weapon, he could only guess that this man was one of the Companions. Greymane oft did not make Skyforged weapons for the regular men and women of Skyrim unless of course he liked them or perhaps if he was paid enough, then again the old man had his honor. Raylith now watched the spectacle before him wondering how this Nord would react, he knew his people could be rather intolerant to elves, though inside a Empire controlled city he imagined the chances of a belligerent Nord would be slimmer. But if anything, this would likely be far more interesting then being paraded around like a show dog to every single Aldmeri representative that Tullius could find.
o.o.c ;; n.a
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