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Hi again everyone,

Since the Hearthfire Ball RP went so well, I've been thinking of trying another RP; I've been talking about this particular idea for a bit now but I'm formally announcing my intent to run ... another party!

Only, this time it will take place in a rented tavern house, so the vibe, while still light-hearted, will be a touch less formal than last time.

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The background: Lord Darius, the Imperial chap who threw the Tales and Tallows Ball last Hearthfire, has re-evaluated his life after having a couple Daedra Princes show up on his dance floor. With a newfound respect and admiration for scholarly achievement - especially those achievements which help one survive random acts of Daedra visitations - Darius has been setting himself up to be a potential patron for the local intelligensia. He's followed some of the recent scholarly discourses with great attention, and has decided to throw a small party in honor of scholars, lore collectors, intellectuals, and smart people in general.

He's also temporarily moved up to Iliac Bay to avoid all the attention he was geting as 'The Guy Who Invited Sheogorath Into The Imperial City', otherwise affectionately known as Pelagius the Second (and worse than the original). Taking the advice of his lovely maidservant Elaine, he's gone for a quieter, less formal celebration this time, relying on word of mouth more than formal invitations. Melanus the manservant observed that holding a party to honor scholars in a tavern seemed somewhat ... cognitively dissonant, but Darius pointed out that their current quarters weren't really meant for holding parties - and besides, Harg liked the idea.

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The Important Stuff: Anyone who wishes to play is welcome to join in; if you have a character from the previous Hearthfire RP, feel free to bring them back. I'll even hand out Experience Points for surviving the last adventure, which you can trade in for an adorable Plush Numidum at the door If you're bringing someone new, or weren't in Hearthfire and are looking to join up, the character guidelines are simple:

* Any character type found in a TES game is allowable

* Character types not found in the TES games but hinted at in the Lore will be judged on a case-by-case basis; send me a PM to describe the idea. The default answer is "Neat Idea But Can't Let It In, Sorry ", but I will at least listen and try to give your idea a fair hearing.

* Characters can be powerful if you wish, but remember that no one is God - not even the one returning semi Daedra Prince (and on that note - NO, you can't play a Daedra Prince. The last time we had more than one Daedra Princes show up, children got run over by flaming carriages and historical treasures of the Empire got tossed unceremoniusly into polluted rivers) Try to keep people 'balanced', as it were.

As for in game rules, those will also be simple:

* Have fun But don't ruin the fun for others.

* Don't force a result on someone else; if you are trying to cast a spell on or snatch a tasty morsel from a rival, either state it as an attempted action, or else PM the person and ask if you can do the action. Give a brief idea of what you're hoping to achieve with the idea as well.

Example: I, as Loranna-Azura, decide I want to turn Nelacar's hair screaming neon plad, in order to distract everyone while I dive under a table. I either post "L/A furtively casts a spell on Nelacar, hoping to turn his hair an ungodly color to blind the poor people in the room" or else PM Nelacar and say "Hey, I've a funny idea I want to try; okay if I have L/A turn Nel's hair plad in order to cause chaos? I wanna get some slapstick in the scene," and hopefully get his permission.

* If action starts happening - action being loosely defined as 'Stuff other than people talking or doing things one on one with each other', please give anyone involved a chance to post their actions after you take yours. Depending on how chaotic things are, I may try to institute a temporary posting order just for that action scene, but hopefully that won't be necessary.

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The Time This All Happens: That will depend on people's schedules but I'd like to get this started up in the next couple of days. I myself am in EST zone, and am free for most every day from about 5 PM on, with this Monday being a possible late show. If people will be around this weekend, that'd be a great time to run this; otherwise I'll start it up in the beginning of next week.

Until the actual RP starts, this thread can be used to intorduce new characters, hint at possible plots and subplots you'd like to have your character initiate, and just genrally set the mood. When things get started up, if you can't make it one day and were part of a plot going on, please let me know via PM so we can try to keep things going smoothly

... Phew; some day, I'll learn brevity ... anyway, thanks and have fun!

Loranna

Ah, another RP. Here's my old character, copied straight from the old Heartfire Ball thread. (I'll hopefully find the time to RP this time.)

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Name - Adanorcil
Race - Altmer
Class - Psijic
Age - 2182 years - or was it 2183?
Appearence - Tall as any Altmer, with dark eyes, distinctive facial features (again as all Altmer), long silvery-grey hair and a short grey beard.
Bio - Hailing from the province of the Summerset Isles, Adanorcil joined the Psijic Order on a -to Altmeri standards- very young age. Over the years, he made a lot of advancement in the ranks of the Order, until he became one of the assisants to Lore Master Celarus. He takes his duty for the Order very gravely, but also sees no harm in looking at life in a more relaxed way and likes resting out from his daily duties in a nice scenery with a glass of wine. Never resting in one place for very long, he works as an agent for the Order throughout Tamriel and has seen most parts of the continent. He's very good at the noble Magic School of Mysticism, but has experience in both Alteration and Destruction as well.

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One little question, where exactly is this tavern? The Illiac Bay region is quite large. (Or did I just skip the part with this info?) Oh, and don't forget to import some of that fine Nordic mead.

After the strange events of the Hearthfire Ball, I can't help but wonder what might happen at Lord Darius's newest excapade. The sheer curiosity is doing quite a number on my heart-strings. I most certainly hope I can attend.

I'm in again, and hope to be more active than last time.

Same info as last time, but for refreshing.

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Name: Erenius
Race: Imperial
Class: Noble
Weap/Armor: Silver Rapier and ornate leather jerkin
Clothing: silk pants and shirt, leather shoes
Age: 35
Hair: long brown hair
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New additions: After teh fiasco at teh Hearthfire Ball, Erenius has left the service of the Elder Council for the time being and instead is persuing his own political career out in Sentinel as a lowly tax-administrator. While a definate downgrade from his previous position in company of the Imperial Elder Council, he still is up in society and has decided to come down to the ball to meet with his old Cyrodiil friends and allies(on a semi-business related job) to talk with his old friends from teh ball, catch up on Imperial Politics and try to get additional funds for High Rock's decaying government.
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Guess thats it, and I hope to see most frmo the last ball and a few new people too

Name-- "Wierd" Mr. Vendelgeist
Race -- Nordic
Class -- Telvanni Sorcerer (Newly appointed)
Age -- 100 years (Uses magick to extend life; explains 'ecentricities')

Primary Skills:
Enchant
Mysticism
Conjuration
Longblade

Secondary skills:
*Dabbles in all other magickal disciplines, including alchemy
Unarmored
*sometimes wears a set of full adamantium armor, heavily enchanted with 'fortify medium armor' skill


Bio: Originally from Skyrim, Mr. Vendelgeist started out as most other Nordics do, but studied magick illicitly under the tutilage of a (now deceased) friend, who was a mages' guild initiate. Not being bound by any particular faction for most of his career, Vendelgeist specializes in a number of arcane areas of study, that most notworthy institutions shun heavily; but is not exactly a necromancer by trade. Recently assasinated-- erm.. "Replaced" a Telvanni counselor, in order to cement himself a living in his reclining years. Specializes in the study and production of obscure and.....'unique'... enchantments (a few of which he carries around with him). Has a fond affinity for dwemeri relics, but often 'improperly' re-engineers them, in ways that would make a real dwemer scream in agony. Due to his age, (and his reliance on magick to extend his life unnaturally), Mr. Vendelgeist is more than just a 'little bit' excentric, and is sometimes confused with being a follower of Sheogorath.....Sees nothing wrong with causing chaos and havok, so long as "you have fun doing it."

Appearance: Appears to be in his late 50s, as this is when he started heavily using magick to preserve his vitality. Has long red hair, and a scrubby beard. Despite being Nordic, Vendelgeist is not particularly strong physically, and HATES the cold.

Movyn Adrys

Race: Dunmer
Class: Sorcerer
Clothing: Exquisite dark-coloured robe.
Age: 307 (er... is that the Dunmer equivelent of 60? I forget)
Hair: shoulder-length grey hair.
Accessories: Dark mystic sigils across robe, silver staff, cuddly guar toy
Bio:
Movyn was a mainland councillor of House Telvanni, up until a regrettable incident involving books of necromancy, Dunmer law, and the contents of his tower storeroom led to the death of several of his colleagues and the destruction of a remote little town in the West of Morrowind led to his being forced to flee to Vvardenfell. His demeanour and clothing have since seen him generally accepted as a noble (people set great store by appearance). He appears warm and pleasant to most, but no-one's REALLY sure what he gets up to when he goes home.

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I'm not a particularly good RPer, unfortunately. I'll try my best.

*wonders what happened to the Elite Squad of Rangers he sent to un-hijack his thread...*

...you should already know I'm in...even though I've heard tell Ka'Ton put quite a bounty on my head...so without farther ado...
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Name: One Eiht-Seven
Race: 1/2 Breton, 1/2 Redguard
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 187 lbs.

Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: a brilliant mix of Ra'Gada and Breton: light brown
Physique: slender but well built

Other: a Master Ansei and practitioner of various magicks...
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...Ami will be with me this time...I have to say the Illiac Bay's a bit more robust then the Imperial City...

*hopes the dart didnt land near Rihad*

One eight seven?

Reichi returns!
After fleeing from werewolf-hunters..when they found that..poor horse of his...
Name:Reichi Sari
Race:Dunmer
Class:Assasin
Age: 115
Apearance:http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/TK-123/Rechi.jpg
Bio:Reichi is a Assasin, and is pretty good at it.Unforunately he is very unlucky...and most of his Assasination for the Morag tong only end up accoplished because his clutzy-ness made the building collaspe on the target or something.Along the way Reichi picked up Lycanthropy and has been trying to fight it off to avoid becoming a mindless killing machine.Recently through the heartfire ball he aquired a ring designed to prevent the nightly transformations.Though he does remove it and transform occaisonally of his own free will...

Usually because for a odd reason, his wolf side seems to be able to avoid his bad luck much easier.Reichi has taken up studying lore to figure out a way to either cure himself or at the least completely control himself when transformed.
Items:His rag-tag armor and clothing, Ring to prevent transformation, a few writs he has yet to execute and a Daedric Wakizashi...noticably chiped and covered in dry blood.
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Darlantan

Imperial Ex-Rogue
Gender: Male
Apparance: Dark haired, dark eyed, silver tongued. He now wears a plain brown robe rather than his old silken finery. From his hip hangs a silver mace, the touch of which calms and soothes men, yet burns lesser daedra, evil spirits and other malevolent creatures with holy fire.

Bio: The touch of Azura at the Hearthfire Ball affected Darlantan deeply. Though still a factor of the East Empire Company and a Knight of the Garland, Darlantan has given up his wealth and become a mystic. He has retained his silver tongue however, and is still a good businessman. Between periods of study he is an almoner for the Imperial Cult.

Let it be known also that the last entity that tried to steal his mind is now burning in the fires of Oblivion. And that one was without Azura's help.

As for a tavern, he still owns a nice little tavern in White Haven, complete with an attached inn for anyone who wishes to stay over. Not very far from Shornhelm either. All profits from the ale go to the temples Zenithar and Stendarr. And, in honour of the (possible) occasion, a contingent of priests from the temple of Julianos have erected small shrine.
There is one rule: No Flame Atronachs allowed. The panelling is very valuable and difficult to replace.

i wasnt in the last one but this time if you guys let me, dont worry ive got good experience with wtiting


Name: Solom

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Male

Age: 19
Aperreance: He has a slash that gose along his entire face, has a mowhawk, normal looking dunmer face, gray eyes, and green torn-up robes

Bio: He was six when bandits raided their house which was near Ald' Ruhn, Solom with no home, a breton wizard teleported to his burnt house, the wizard sent him to his house which was a a gigantic tree, Solom grew up as the wizards apprintice for 12 years, learning all the schools of magic. now 19 solom told his master good bye and his apprinticeship was done.

hes also a polite guy and since he was living with his master for most of his life he was disconnected from the outside world so everything is new to him

this is my frist good chr. so i have littie on what he looks like


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roo
class: knight
gender: male
race : nord
age: 38
Apparance: blad,blue eyes, weres full bonemold


bio: roo has no memory of any thing up two 2 years ago

^^ Oh! How excellent. I picked up a 'certain' artifact from a 'certain' river, if you're interested.

This is starting to look really exciting. I encourage everyone to join.

I will not be in that part of Tamriel until Morndas. I will pay a visit to the tavern then.

Last time i was involved in an rp something terrible happend...im avoiding this one, yes i am supersticious, mabey next time.

I'm in, maybe this time I'll be around for more than a day. I'll be using Baxter again, but since this is more lore related, I'll have him be a bit more intelligent, a little less wacky.

hermaeus Mor is going to show up? That could be a bad thing for my character... (even though, logically, he didnt really do anything...... )

I'm going to try to puppeteer two characters For those of you who read or added to the Chancellor Telvanni thread, the first will be familiar. I shall call him Hakan Ulfgard, most often seen wearing pricey clothes, Orcish greaves and pauldrons, some 'snatched' Her Hands gauntlets, Nordic Mail boots, and an Imperial cuirass. Always carries with him a silver battleaxe he got from Solstheim and a run of the mill Imperial Dragonscale Towershield. He hails from Skyrim, spent the early part of his life as a rogue, getting whatever he could take a charming people with shallow words...but over time developed a moral center, and headed to Morrowind to explore, and also business opportunities...soon learned he could join the Imperial Legion on Vvardenfell and jumped at the chance, and rose the ranks quickly, becoming Knight of the Imperial Dragon. He also joined the Mage's Guild for a scholarly experience, but chose not to rise above the rank of Journeyman. Years he spent exploring that land looking to help wherever it was needed, but now at 32, with half his life ahead of him, Spends most of his time on Solstheim, watching the snowfall from his home, occasionally acting as an unofficial make-shift diplomat between the Imperial companies/military and the local Nords.

During his time in the Mage's Guild he met a good friend, Louis Corentin. Now Louis was a breton from High Rock, at a young age he realized his powerful talents in the ways of magick, and for 6 years wandered Tamriel, until eventually coming to Vvardenfell where he met Hakan in the Caldera guild. Unlike his friend however he was ambitious in persuing his magickal abilities and did quite well in the Mage's Guild, even becoming an Arch-Mage, and unlike many Mage's Guild members, he harbors no ill-will against the Telvanni. He keeps only the robes on his back, the sword at his side, and the rings on his fingers, and the magickal energies in his mind. Being kind and merciful, despite his power, he only uses force when his life, or that of an innocent is in great danger. 28 now, he wanders the regions looking for people to help, and ways to expand his knowledge and mind.

Akavir?

.....The snake folk would eat him!

Yep...and where in Akivar he goes...for IIRC the Tsaeci are on the Eastern half of the continent for the most part...the rest on the western and northern parts...

Well...
Then the monkey people ice demon people and cat-folk would try it....

Yep.

And I hear the Ka Po Tun aren't that friendly to Humanoid races...I hear Imperial is quite tasty by the way...never going to try it though.

Cannibalism disgusts me.

Quick Answer:
We got bored
Lnger more truthful answer: Raving Riddler started it!He mentioned Akavr!
Um...yeh/...the scamp did it to!
*points at a scamp nearby and flees*

http://til.gamingsource.co.uk/maps/iliacbay.jpg
Tropical island...

-Edited-
BAH!
Stupid edit being close to reply!

I might see some relatives, if its in High Rock...

Of course, I've heard Daggerfall isn't immune to daedric influences.

I'd suggest the tavern be in Cybiades

Balbar Gro'Turok is a young male orc who claims Thaumaturgy as his trade and profession. He seems to be constantly looking over his shoulder and often gives the first impression of being shy and reclusive. But he has a gentle nature about him however that belies a sense of calm when amongst likeminded people. His packs suggest that he travels from tavern to tavern and sometimes plies the bardic trade. It is something he will deny however until he has had a sufficient amount of flin to drink.

Hey ive never done anything like this before so i gues ill give it a try, i might just observe for the beggining but maybe ill perk up later if that side of my personality comes out. you will see what im talking about;)

~my character~

Name: Sekka The Silent/ Sekka the Slayer/ Sequa

Race: Half Dunmer(on his mothers side so he looks it) and half something else...possibly Nord.

Class: depends...

Age: around 60 or so

Appearence: rather ugly Dunmer wearing a hodgepodge of fancy and common clothes(in rather bad condition) a long cape, and large, dumb looking, enchanted rings on all 10 of his fingers. also wearing clunky adamantium boots full of dents.

bio - having had a VERY troubled childhood Sekka(Sequa) has become in his adult life a rather blatantly skitzophrenic(sp?) Dark elf. Many of his problems stem from having a rather insane Dunmer mother who told him many "interesting" things(mostly about being related to guars, dreugh, and cliffracers). throughout his childhood. his personalities work like this, he is usually Sekka the Silent, an untrustable thief, sometimes (usually when neer alcohol) Sekka the Slayer emerges, this personality shares many traits with your basic Nord...Loud, annoying, passionate, and impulsive. Then on rare occasions his "true" self comes out as Sequa, a gentleman who seems to by high class and sophisticated.


...wow that was long

So, when's this party starting anyhow? Monday i guess?

Or, in other words ...

No major adult themes this time out Though don't let this restriction stop your characters from attempting to find romance in the tavern

Now then, for me to do a little set up and mini solo-RP to set the mood ...

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Lord Darius sipped a brandy as he looked over various important papers in the warm, cheery quarters he had rented in Daggerfall. He was already beginning to feel at home in the lands of the Bretons, and mused on the possibility of moving out here on a more permanent basis. Wonderful place, Daggerfall, full of life and history, and remarkably empty of people calling him Pelagius the Second ...

Darius frowned slightly as he read on; his financial position was less secure than he would have thought, given the recent events. Of course, his quiet donations to the families of the slain children and his 'chariatable contributions' to the Bureau of Public Works in return for not seeing him as an accesory to the theft of the Crown of Kintyra had eaten into his savings a touch as well, but even still ...

... I should be a little more aggresive in building on the family fortune, Darius thinks to himself. Especially considering what I'm planning on doing ... hmm; well, there's bound to be sturdy adventurers again at this party. Perhaps it's time to get more adventurous ...

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Melanus finished his morning rounds with a sense of quiet satisfaction; the quarters were immaculate as they should be, thanks again to his discerning eye for detail and his stolid, dependable work ethic. Now, if only that Elaine would stop fixing him with those thoughtful stares of hers, everything would be as it should be; her piercing gaze was duecedly disturbing.

It was Dimitrius's fault really; the wretch had insisted on being less than circumspect last Hearthfire, and tongues had wagged about how Melanus was heard behind closed doors once or twice. Intolerable - and, after that whole mess with Azura and the Mad One, not to be repeated at all. He had a newfound respect for how good his life was even if his employer was a total lush and a fool; he was, at least, a benign fool and generous in his own way. The fact that said generosity was less momentary and more friendly and morally supportive no longer mattered to Melanus; he was simply happy to have gotten out of Tales and Tallows alive.

Yes; things were better now; Dimitrius was back in Cyrodiil doubtless working on some other scheme, the Daedra Princes were off doing whatever someplace far away from Darius and company ...

"Psst!" whispered a voice, which made Melanus freeze. "What's the big idea, not keeping in contact with ye' old mates? Most unfriendly of you ..."

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Thither and yon, nicely gone, goddess and girl carry on, make a cake and let it rise, what truth in your madness lies, two who are really one realize, raise a glass and drink deep, your mother and father ought to weep - a shattered glass doth a goddess keep?

Blue and green, always mixing; why worry about fixing something caught in dancing twixting ...

" 'Twixting'? Is that even a word?" Samson, Redguard and warrior, asked, looking at the entirely too-cheerful and giggly Loranna - or was it Loranna-Azura? He couldn't make out her eyes the way her head was bobbing about - and his giant mountain of a companion.

Harg gave a one-armed shrug; he didn't want to upset Loranna's somewhat precarious perch upon his massive back and shoulders. "The Fist of Harg thinks that a woman of this stature has every right to create new words if that suits her intention," he said.

"HA! See?" Loranna-Azura said in a giggly-yet-haughty tone. "Question not my diction or I shall eat your soul; I can do that you know. Really simple actually; all I need to do is ..."

"I'm sure it's very simple and I beg Her Lady's most abject forgiveness," Samson said hurriedly, as another group of people pointedly did not notice the spectacle of one Nord woman merrily riding piggyback on a giant of a Nord man, while accompanied by a Redguard - all while the Nord man was lugging an anvil around in one hand like a carrying case. "Anyway, Harg ..."

"Call not my Rock Em Sock Em Giant Golem Mount by that name! I told you I christened it FuzzyDice!" Loranna said, her tone just girlish enough that Samson was semi confident it was the girl and not the goddess speaking. "Now hurry; we need to toss the Giant Magibomb at the Imperial City before stomping Vivec!"

"The city or the man-god?" Harg asked with a merry twinkle in his eye; Samson wondered how Harg could deal so casually with being treated as he was.

"The two-toned pantless freak," Loranna-Azura said regally. "He must pay for his crimes of doing nasty things to me after I did nasty things to him. No takesy-backsies you know; totally against the rules. We shall stomp him and make him wear the Exquisite Pants Of The Lapin, and thus ruin his ages-long quest for power, enlightenement, and being nasty to me! WHEE!!!"

" ... The scary thing is, I'm not entirely sure if she's spouting total nonsense right now," Samson muttered. "... Er, Harg, maybe we should take her to a healer ... you know ..."

"The Fist of Harg wants to drop off his portable armorers tools first," Harg says, hefting the anvil. "The temples are on the way to Lord Darius's current quarters. Besides, The Fist of Harg is sure the goddess is merely having a bit of sport."

Loranna suddenly scooted up and bent herself over so that she was looking directly in Harg's face, her long blond hair reaching down to his legs.

"No; I'm mad right now," she says gently, "Something happened recently and it made Sheogorath very, very angry and he lashed out at everyone nearby; I was nearby at the time. It would be very impolite to just brush His touch off and might make Him even angrier, so my Lady and I are accepting His touch for a bit ..."

Harg stopped short, though not fast enough to avoid knocking over several people unable to get out of his way in time. "Er, The Fist of Harg thinks he understands, but feels that one should not so casually throw away one's wits, even if it is in the name of placating a blood relative ..."

"Harg's got a point, llittle mis ... er, Lady," Samson said, trying to be as reaosnable as he could. "I mean, it's nice and all but is giving yourself over to the Mad One really going to solve anything ..."

Loranna twisted with supple grace to take Samson's face in her hands and stare into his eyes.

"I already gave myself partially to Him when I took my Lady in," she says quietly. " ... You know, you kind of look like Vivec; you both have the same bald look ..."

Samson blinked. " ...Um, actually, lots of people are bald ..." he said nervously, as Loranna's sad expression melted into Loranna-Azura's angry one ...

"FuzzyDice, I command you to smash!" Loranna-Azura cried, boking Samson repeatedly on the head with her fist. "Crush this wretched thief who stole my honor and my identity!"

"Ow! Ow ... stop that ..." Samson complained, turning beat red.

"Ha! The Fist of Harg is impressed but feels his fellow countrygirl is not using her fists correctly," Harg grinned. "However, the girl goddess is not yet ready to learn the True Secrets of the Fist, so the Fist of Harg must wait to show you punching."

"How lucky for me," Samson grumbled. "Sigh; if my uncle ever heard about this he'd disown me ..."

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Loranna

Mr. Vendelgeist awoke from bed with his heart pounding. The nightmare he had just experienced, made him look at the shipment of broken animunculi across the hall with a deepening feeling of unpleasantness, and the bizzare purple pants and the thin, whispy whickwheat straw in each of his hands did little more, but cause momentary terror in a way that no mortal was really ment to experience. The poor scenile old wizard's eyes crossed, and fell backwards onto the bed as he fainted.

He awoke a few minutes later, feeling much much older from the experience... CERTAIN he had a few more grey hairs that no ammount of magicka could correct. Finding the two accursed items once more apon awakening, he jumped out of bed, and searched under it vigillantly; removing a small empty chest, which he quickly stuffed the offensive items into, before locking it with the most powerful lock spell his racing mind could muster, then kicked it under the bed in haste.

Leaning on the bedpost, trying to get his heart back out of his throat, he heard a knocking on his chamber door.

"GO away!" he shrieked, in a less than empowering tone, but the raspy kajitti voice from the other side persisted: "Masster, There is a letter for you from one 'lord Darius'...." Irritated, (and undressed) the sorcerer turned to scowl at the still locked and closed entryway. "Slip it under the door, Ra'vir."

Momentarily, the note slid under the door. The socerer took little notice, and began dressing himself from his armoire, and examing his razzled appearance in the mirror, in an attempt to recover his stately fascade.

"I am a councellor of great house Telvanni." He told himself firmly in the mirror. While talking to yourself is sometimes considered an act of madness, when confronting your fears, you must understand that they come from deep within yourself, and the only way to conquor them, is to conquor yourself. The assertion of reality helped a bit, and his dark brooding appearance returned, if still somewhat shaken. Turning to the door, he knelt down, and retrieved the package.

The envelope read:

"Lord Darious, Patron of Academic Scholarships and Acheivments-- TO Lord Vendelgeist, tower of Tel Ulvirith, Vvardenfell district"


"Academic Achievments?...." Wierd wonderd to himself, pondering what this fool who wrote him this letter could possibly be inquiring about--- Pushing that thought aside, he tore open the letter using the small tanto he kept concealed in his robes.


"Dear Mr. Vendelgiest, It is my pleasure and privilage to offer you this invitation to a meeting of minds at a tavern in HighRock. The address of which is listed on the back of this invitation. The topic of discussion is academic , and scholarly achievments of all sorts, and being one of the foremost theorists on magickal aparatii, and the adaptation and study of Dwemer artifacts, your presense at the meeting would be greatly appreciated.

While you may not have heard of my Fund for Scholastic and Academic Scholarships, my instituition is willing to pay a sum of 10,000 drakes to the owner of the most impressive intellect, and keenest of mind.

While this sum is small, and rather paultry, Let me assure you that future meetings and competitions will have suitably larger monetary awards; for the continued study of the material and magickal arts.

We look forward to seeing you there, and hope to see some of your latest magickal acheivments.

Yours truely, Lord Darious."



At first the notion of being invited to such a paultry meeting seemed absurd, but turning back around, and spotting the now heavily glowing chest under his bed, (he could swear he heard the shuffling of some animal come from inside...) He decided that a vacation from his new home was INDEED in order.....

Meditating in a plain cell tucked away in a monastery of Julianos, Darlantans thoughts turned to Azura.
Just then there was a knock at the chamber door.

"Come in"

A young monk entered the small cell. "I have a letter for you"

"Hand it over then"

The young acolyte revealed a gilt-edged letter from the folds of his robe, and placed it on the ground beside Darlantan.

He shuffled out.

Darlantan picked up the letter.

Lord Darius, Patron of Academic Scholarships and Acheivments-- TO Darlantan, Wherever be he found

Darlantan smiled. The messenger was obviously rather resourceful. He opended the letter.

"Dear Sir Darlantan, Factor, Knight of the Garland, Primate etc., It is my pleasure and privilage to offer you this invitation to a meeting of minds at a tavern in HighRock. The address of which is listed on the back of this invitation. The topic of discussion is academic , and scholarly achievments of all sorts, and being one of the foremost theorists on temporal theory and other strange and outlandish studies your presense at the meeting would be greatly appreciated.

While you may not have heard of my Fund for Scholastic and Academic Scholarships, my instituition is willing to pay a sum of 10,000 drakes to the owner of the most impressive intellect, and keenest of mind.

While this sum is small, and rather paultry, Let me assure you that future meetings and competitions will have suitably larger monetary awards; for the continued study of the material and magickal arts.

We look forward to seeing you there, and hope to see some of your latest magickal acheivments.

Yours truly, Lord Darius."

Darlantan did not need the money. He had a steady source of income coming from the ebony mines of Raven Rock, which was expanding rapidly, but he was an almoner at heart. Alms for the poor! Alms for the poor!

10,000 drakes was a lot of alms.

Hakan Ulfgard: Hakan was wandering around the middle of Solstheim, not looking for anything in particular, simply to enjoy the scenery. It was a bright day with a light snow, very cold actually but quite mild to the standards of a Nord. Seeing a fallen tree stump, he sat down beside it and looked up at the clouds, not knowing when he ever planned on getting up. A guard from Fort Frostmoth spotted him and called out. "What's he doing all the way out here?" Hakan thought "Hunting reavers i suppose...". The Guard walked up and spoke "Sir Knight, it was very difficult to find you, i have a message for you..the shipmaster at the dock delivered today a messenger, he sailed here from Morrowind. He said he had a very important delivery for you, yet too frightened was he to enter the wilderness here and find you, though he said it must be delivered immediately." "Aye, but did he say who it was from?" answered Hakan. "No sir, he did not." Reading the message, Hakan saw it was from one Lord Darius. Apparently holding a party in Daggerfall for the scholarly. "Looks like i've been invited to a party, for my work in diplomacy, metallurgy, and combat tactics" said Hakan to the guard "it's happening soon so i must be on my way..but first, i'll head to Thirsk...oh and one more thing...make sure you and the others at the fort don't offend the locals while i'm gone, the legions may serve under me, but these people are my friends, and to me, my friends come first. You leave them alone, they leave you alone, understand me?". The guard replied "Very good, sir"

Louis Corentin: Louis was in Ald-Ruhn, after having collected various books from around Morrowind on all the colleges of magick. It took him several months to complete his collection, he now had a full library of them, which he diligently studied in the Mage's Guild of Ald-Ruhn, and having discussions on the subjects with other members. He had was looking for ways to further enhance his mastery of Mysticism, but more so, was intrigued with the art of summoning entities from Oblivion, this he was also good at, but felt he needed more learning in it, as he felt with other magicks. No trivial spellcaster was he, but he felt there was no limit to his learning of them, especially at his young age. He enjoyed playing tricks on his colleagues by telekinetically levitating whatever they were looking at, and making them invisible as he drew the object to his hand. He also found fun doing this to his colleagues themselves, rotating them upside down and such, with no physical harm intended of course. The guild guide teleported someone to the room, obviously someone who was not a member of the guild, not even a mage in fact. "I have something for you" said she. "Is that a fact?" replied Louis. "Yes sir, it is, a note from Lord Darius, the note itself comes from High Rock, Daggerfall to be clear." "Interesting, let me see it." "Here you are," replied the Imperial women, well dressed yet seemingly not of the Imperial upper classes. Louis read it and thought to himself "A party? For scholars in all fields? Interesting indeed, perhaps i will attend...it being in High Rock is even more reason to go...it's been very long..." He spoke aloud now "My friends i bid you farewell, i have a party to attend...though i don't believe i'll be gone for too long."

I certainly hope Lord Darius has a suffiecent pocket book to part with that much gold.

Well...Imperials do tend to have a way with business and economics it seems.

Reichi stumbled as he caught his foot in a treet root.He could hear the clanging of the hunter's armor.They were close.He pushed himself to his feet and drew his Wakizashi.
Maybe i should handle this? Reichi's wolf-side said.
No...i can handle this... Reichi replied.
Fine...if we get killed...its your fault

The first hunter apeared out of the gloom of night in the woods, into the clearing Reichi occupied.His silver and steel armor glinting in the light of the full moon.A spear constructed of silver readied.Reichi reached into his pack, and tossed a book at the charging warrior.The warrior, not expecting a book to be thrown at him stopped in surpise before the book On Lycanthropy slammed into his face, and knokced him to the ground.Reichi ran over to the down hunter and sunk his Wakizashi's blade into his throat, and then continued his run.The clanging could still be heard.

Two hunters jumped out in front of him, armed with nordic silver longblades and charged at him.Reichi waited till they were within striking distance and swung with all his might.

And completely missed.Instead the blade cut through a dead tree.The tree fell on the hunters as they realized what had happened and tried to run.

"YES!I won!"Reichi exclaimed , thrusting his hands into the air, of course with the wakizashi in his hand, he accidently cut a rather large, heavy low hanging tree branch.Which smashed into his head.

As Reichi blacked out, he could have swore he heard "I told you so."
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Several days later, in a shrine to Stendarr somewhere in High rock, Reichi awoke in a bed with a splitting headache.

"Ahh...so your finally awake?"Asked a breton woman dressed in robes."We found you out in the woods, with several other dead people in armor.You've been asleep for three days now from that nasty blow to the head , i assume it came from that treebranch we found on your head....care to tell us how that happened?"

"Um...i can't rember too clearly...the injury may have mussed up my memory of the event...They were prolly just bandits....and the tree branch was weak or something."Reichi said, hoping the priestess wouldn't had seen that both the tree and branch were cut, not broken.

"Can you rember anything..like your name?" Priestess asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Yes...its Reichi by the way...."Reichi said, now getting out of the bed.

"Reichi?Theres a messenger here who had said he was looking for a Reichi."

Reichi gave her a surprised look."What?"

"A messenger...downstairs..he heard we had a injured Dunmer Male and demanded to know your name..."

Reichi walked past the priestess and downstairs to the central part of the shrine.A imperial clad in a torn and muddy clothing saw him and walked over and asked if he was Reichi Sari.Reichi nodded and the Imperial handed him a letter and then turned about and walked out of the shrine.Reichi read the letter and grinned.

"Cool..another party..."he said to himself, and stumbled out of the shrine.

Several hours later Reichi was on his way by Horse, toward Daggerfall.
Hopefully this time..he wouldn't end up eating the horse.

*Erenius enterred his office as usual and proceeded to do his usual paperwork when someone enterred the room*

"Yes?" Erenius says as he looks up from his work.

"A 'Lord Darius' of Cyrodiil wants you to attend some function at a tavern in the province. The messenger said little beyond that, but he said that was all you'd need." the aid said.

"That is all I do need. Due to this turn of events, I suppose I'll be taking a week's break starting tomorrow morn." Erenius continues as he looks back to his papers, continuing his work.

Hmm... this is pretty cool, Loranna. Since i can still join, this is my character:

Name: Tharivor Vehkem
Race: Dunmer (?)
Class: Scout Savant
Age: 240 (?) --> Records show a Tharivor Vehkhem born on the first day of Tiber Septim's reign...

Major Skills: Light Armor/Alteration/Sneak/Security/Mysticism
Minor Skills: Marksman/Short Blade/Restoration/Illusion/Enchant
Weapon/Spell: Black Blade of Disaster (Daedric Wakisashi he inherited) / Quick Getaway (1/day: 100% Blind, 100 Burden, Absorb Fatigue 100, Absorb Health 50)

Appearance: Average Dunmer height and weight, with swept-back and naturall spiked hair. A name written in Daedric is tattooed to his face and neck: "Saint Azura"

Bio: Tharivor Vehkem was raised unlike many of his brethren Dunmer: Born in Hla Oad as an unwanted child - his mother was raped by a Telvanni Sorcerer - he was raised by the community as a whole: The Commona Tong - who had just taken control of the shanty town - gave him an education and was illegally taught how to pick locks until his mentor was killed for teaching out-of-class. When he grew older, the town's hunters taught him how to use a Bow and Crossbow, and how to wear light armor effectively. The Hlaalu guards stationed there taught him how to fight with a short blade, and how to kill Nix-Hounds and bandits with those weapons. He even inherited some of his father's magical prowess, and used his magic to help the town. When he came of age, he left the town and attempted to make its residents proud.

At least, that's what he remembers, and what he tells people. However, there are a few mysteries even he cannot solve about himself, and mysteries people elsewhere cannot solve. For example, the two bony, skinless "wings" on his back serve no purpse, and no one knows why they're there. "Saint Azura" was tattooed onto his face when he was born, and it has grown with him. Lastly, he has received the nickname "Midnight Blue", for the fact that unlike most Dunmer, his eyes are a deep shade of blue...

*Nelacar fingerpaints a message onto a piece of his torn straightjacket*

fellow direnni,
send riliS to party in iliac bay place! wHispErs tell me tO! Get him tO go, Rilis i mean. And give The Hat back! whiSpers sAY not to, but thatS a lie! Help me out of thIs asylum soon. send some ink and quill, hide to write on. jacket has blood stains all over it so send clothes! send hat too. tell rilis it's not formal.
-sir nelacar direnni

Sekka collected the dead mage's possesions and took off...he could hear the wizard's bodygaurds persuing him as he ran. Suddenly he was trapped.
[ Sequa: Now look what youve done, i told you not to rob a mage with bodygauds, even if they aren't watching, now i will be killed, i'm too handsome to die, unlike you twits
Sekka the Slayer: yeeee i want to fight, i want to fight, give me a sword and point me in thier direction...o wait...we aren't carrying any mead are we??
Sekka the Silent: ok fight,]
Sekka charged into the group of bodygaurds swinging a long sword...
Ten minutes later Sekka lookes through the mages valubles. He found an interesting looking letter.

the envelope read

"Lord Darious, Patron of Academic Scholarships and Acheivments-- TO Uvam Nethril, Caldera Mages Guild, Vvardenfell district"

[ Sequa: its a party, a rather refined one from the sounds of it, lets go
Slayer: where there is party, there is drink!, we must go

Wow, it looks like a lot of interesting characters are gonna be in this thing.



Each hast his own yarn to sew,
yet the fabric is unending;
and as such the story goes,
onward towards infinity.

In the middle of the Grazelands, Solom walked out of his home which he lived in most of his childhood. He walked up the ditch which the house was in. He sat up on hill, resting drinking some mazte. Solom looked back dow to his Master's Gigantic tree-house, it was a old tree neary old as the Second Era, it had long wild branches that went every where, like hair in the morning. Solom looked at the small window where his Master's room was and even though they were yards apart Solom could feel each other gaze at each other, then they both nodded.

"Goodbye......Monaa"

With that said he moved on.

A whole world ahead of me now. Solom looked into his loot bag which he filled it with some health potions, a coulple of scrolls, ash yams, loaf of bread, and as a reward for finishing his apprinticeship; his master's ring. Guess I should rest at Tel Vos first. Solom pulled out a levitaiting scroll out and read the letters aloud. His whole body began to left in the motionless air and by no time he was a good 10 feet in the air. Solom was a little wiggiley at first but got to control his bpdy in the air and moved his body fowrard north. There were pack of guars feeding on the plant life and wild bull netch. Solom looked ahead only to found two cliff racers coming his way.

"Oh know!"

Solom quickly casted a fireball at them to distract them then quickly pulled out a divine interviton scroll and casted it. He teleported to Tel Vos. There were a few comoners looking at Solom. He dusted off his robe.

"Excuse me" he said in an embarrassing voice. That was close. He walked down the street looking for a Inn.

There was a Altmer who greeted him

"Are you looking for a room?"

"Yes, One room please"

"That'll be 50 drakes"

Solom handed the clerk a puoch of 50 drakes. Then took his key. He had a small room only a fairly big bed and a small table witn some ale and a plate on it. He poured some ale into a cup and dranked it, then at some ash yams. 12 years...12 years I have been living with Master Monaa, *sigh* I've learned alot ...Master. Solom woke up with a yawn and strecthed out of bed. He gave his key back to the clerk and went to a bar. When he walked in there were a few tables in there at one corner there were two Dunmer talking about something.

"What would you like?"

"A cup of mazte please"

He over heard the two Dunmer talking...

"So Adira have you heard that Lord Darius is throwing out a party for honored schorals in a tavern in Daggerfall"

Sounds like fun. Solom searched through his bag again. He remebered Master Monaa giving him an paper with something written on it.

Hahahaha, that old kook, of course he was an honored schorlar of Daggerfall, he came up of a cure for a disease that might have killed the whole province of High Rock, this could get me started. Solom griped the invintation paper for the party. Guess I'll have to travel over seas....

This is just a heads-up for everybody--- My cable provider's internet connection has been systematically goofing up at and around 8:00pm CST to about 11:00pm CST. It has been doing so for the past 2 days, and I suspect it will do so again tomorrow evening, and probably Monday evening also.

So, if the RolePlay is going very heavy at that time, and I seem to just vanish into thin air, that is what happened. Just play it off that my character is old, scenile, and fell asleep while talking.

...yikes...I'd love to put the backstory for One and Ami on here and finish the "Rojin" story but I'm far to busy...I will however post something of intrest tomorrow...

In the common room of a tavern in Daggerfall, Allerleirauh reviewed the invitation again. She wasn't familiar with the town it mentioned; she would have to ask someone for directions. Why was she going to this affair again? Oh yes; to make fun of the Whirling School. She smiled. Arynel would be there, surely, since he had recently been awarded a fellowship. She looked forward to seeing him again.

She had traveled, this time, farther than usual. Even the light here seemed of a different quality than the light she was used to. It had been the better part of twenty years since the last time she was in High Rock.

She had heard rumors of someone recovering the crown of Kintyra. Allie herself had tried to recover it; she had stood on the banks of the Nibenay, staring into the murky water that flowed past the Imperial City... and then she had walked away, shaking her head at herself. No way was she going in that water. Not even with a thousand potions to protect herself from disease. She still felt responsible for the crown, however, and she suspected that if she encountered Attrebus, he would hold her responsible as well. Perhaps she could purchase it... with the right coin.

As for Azura... Loranna. She had heard rumors of her too. The unfortunate dress she had created for Loranna had gone into the trash, there to be salvaged, ripped apart, and sold to witches and daedra worshippers of the Imperial province wanting a token of the goddess on earth. Allerleirauh had not been entirely upset that urgent business had taken her away from Tamriel altogether. It had given her a break from the mess that she knew would be waiting for her on her return.

She paid her tab, gathered her baggage, and looked around for a guide.

Allerleirauh's timing proves to be rather impressive, for a tall, familiar figure is currently walking into the tavern, with another familiar figure draped on his back ...

"Forward FuzzyDice; we must collect the All Fur before stomping Cyrodiil!" Loranna-Azura's regal, haughty voice proclaims - with a giggle.

"The Fist of Harg repeats, as mighty as he is he is unable to cause such devestation unaided," Harg says with remarkable good humor. "He also sees that your sought-after companion is here, just as you predicted, and asks that you cease denting his cuirass with your lovely yet mighty legs, as you ended up throwing all his armorer hammers at a passing eagle."

"Those weren't hammers; they were enchanted bolts from your MagiCannons," Loranna-Azura insists, spotting Allerleirauh and laughing. "Ah, there she is! Hop on in; we're going to stomp cities underfoot. It's all the rage nowadays."

The one person who thinks of objecting to the two Nords taking up the doorway takes an unexpected nap as Harg glowers at him. "Friend Allerleirauh, the Fist of Harg is pleased to see you again and asks for a moment of your time."

Oh great winds of Kyne," Allerleirauh whispered under her breath. "What have we here?

She stood up, looked Loranna up and down, and was unable to tell if she was serious or playing a game. "Harg, my dear, I think you have more than enough weight on your shoulders... are you on your way to Darius' reception?"

Harg grins. "It seems the Fist of Harg has been asked to personally escort you," he says, "or at least to deliver your young student to your care. As for getting her off of the Fist of Harg's shoulders ..."

He looks down and taps Loranna's ankle. "As befits a true daughter of the homeland, she has great strength; the Fist of Harg is somewaht worried that to force her off now will cause inadvertant harm. Perhaps you know of a way ..."

Loranna giggles. "Well if we're going to ride on your back instead of inside like we ought to do, can you blame us for hanging on tight?" Allerleirauh can make out Loranna's eyes to be blue-green at this point.

Blue-green... lovely... but also disturbing. Allie didn't want to speculate. Student? Was Harg calling Loranna her student? Allie blew her breath out and tried not to look alarmed.

"Perhaps we could hire horses?" she said. "That was my plan."

She tried to catch Harg's eyes, to get an inkling of what was going on here. She had a million questions, but no comfortable way to put them. I had strange dreams, of a giant god, of madness, of vampires... and those, of my dreams, were the least strange...

Harg looks relatively as informed as Allerleirauh - that is, not all that much.

Loranna sighs and shakes her head. "Silly Harg; my Lady and I told you what happened ... oh, okay." She moves her legs and drops down to the floor, saying "There isn't all that much madness left in me right now anyway, other than the bit that was there from the start that you all noticed."

Harg checks his armor, which does look slightly dented; Loranna, her eyes now totally blue, looks at Allerleirauh and says "Let's get moving; when we're safely traveling I'll try to summarize what happened."

She pauses a second, then adds " ... And welcome back; my Lady and I both missed you."

Allerleirauh bowed deeply, in acknowledgement of the compliment. On the subject of madness, she kept her thoughts to herself.

Darlantan checked over his equipment for the last time. His coin pouch, half empty, hung at his waist along with blessed mace, ready to deal with any bandits along the way. He could feel his chain armour beneath his plain robe. His pack contained his healing herbs, his pestle and mortar, a few old books, a few battered scrolls, another robe, a couple of empty vials, his notes, spare paper, a quill,some ink and the invitation. Strapped over the top of it was a magnificent white shield. He was still wearing his Stendarran belt and Maran amulet. He was all set.

He reached into his pack and pulled out the bag of herbs. Reaching inside, he withdrew a dried hackle-lo leaf to chew while he walked. He was a little short. Nevermind, he'd pick some herbs on the way.

Darlantan took a deep breath. All set. Time to go.

Time to get things started then.

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"Master Adanorcil!", the Breton boy yelled, while entering the beautiful rose garden in the shadow of Nicrythe Tower.

-"Yes, young man, how can I help you?", Adanorcil said calmly.

-"I have this letter for you. Someone at the harbor told me to bring it to you. I've ran all the way from the coast to here!"

-"Yes, here's something for your work.", Adanorcil replied, handing the boy a nice amount of coins. "You can keep it, even though I can see you've been lying about the distance."

-"Thank you, sir." The boy ran off, blushing lightly.


Adanorcil opened the wax-sealed envelope.


My dear friend Adanorcil

I'm sorry you couldn't attend to my ball last Hearthfire. Well, you haven't missed much really, the ball went a bit out of control due to certain "influences".

To make up for this small catastrophe -I am not overreacting here.- I have decided to hold another, rather modest party. You will find the adress included in this envelope.

It will be a good opportunity to discuss your various theories with other scholars. To date, you are the only representative of the Psijic Order that will be present.

I hope you will find the time to come and I look forward to meeting you again.


Yours sincerely,

Darius Practus


"The question is whether I want to go, Darius.", Adanorcil said to himself. "After all, the reputation of Pelagius II has even reached Artaeum. That must count for something."

...


"I guess I will be taking care of the rose gardens the next few weeks again, isn't it?", Berathil, a younger Psijic, said to Adanorcil.

-"Yes, Berathil, that's your responsability for now. It's not the worst job of them all. It's peaceful work actually, I wish it had been my only duty within the Order. Nothing like the hectical world of Tamriel. Oh, I must be leaving now, my ship has arrived."

Without further ado, Adanorcil walked down the dock to his ship that would bring him to Alinor. And then further, to the calm waters of the Iliac Bay.

Hey, long time lurker, first time poster... enchanted by that wierd Televanni thing that went on a few days ago (i never laughed so much in a forum!), I was wondering If I could have a shot at this RP... of course, not as my namesake...

My character
Name unknown
Class: unknown at this time
Sex Female
Age Unknown
Race Breton

Dressed in a pure white robe, she is a strange one, who had wandered through the provence of Daggerfall for over three years. Some say she was sent by a Daedric Lord to complete a mission, but having failed this mission, she wanders through Daggarfall with no desternation, no purpose, no meaning, her head sunk in depression... she aproches a tavern in Cybiades, she makes a decision to spend her last few drakes on a room. Perhaps things will start looking up for her...


Yeah, thats basicly my characters description, a wanderer with no cause... who this wanderer is I will flesh out during the RP... now to work out the time zones, Monday 6pm EST wwould mean tuesday 8am here... ok, I think thats right...

Pouring over his recent enchantments, and internally, feeling more than just a little UN-enchanted himself, Mr Vendelgiest noticed that his man-servant, Ra'vir, was having difficulty loading the packages he had bundled together for the trip, and was shivering heavily; despite the warm air of the upper tower.

"Ra'vir, You havent gotten into the sugar AGAIN have you?"

"No mastarrr, Rra'virr does no such thing..." But the sudden convulsive shivvers of skooma withdrawl were made quite apparent after the sentence. The old wizard transfixed a baleful expression upon his manservant.

"You know Ra'vir, The moonsugar in the alchemical suppy chest is expensive, and is meant for magickal uses only, right?"

"Yes, Mastarr..." With another glare from his master, Ra'vir slumped his shoulders, and hid his face, but the shivers persisted. The old wizard's glare going just a tiny bit soft.

"You know Ra'vir, I have been suspecting that you have been sneeking from my alchemy supply cabinet, ever since I started work on my latest invention...." Ravir looked up. Digging about in his robes, Vendelgiest produced a rather large, swirled lollypop.

"I made this after a rather peculiar dream I had...." Said the sorcerer. "It has some of the moonsugar in it," he continued "But just enough to get you over your shakes. Its primary ingredient is a POWERFUL willpower potion, and refined marshmerrow sugars. I want you to take one, whenever you suffer the aches and cravings, OK?"

Ra'vir tilted his furry head in curiosity.

"Just take it..." said vendelgiest.

Ra'vir took the lollypop, and struggled to put in his mouth. and almost immediately the shakes ended, as the active ingredients in the thing started working.

"Better?"

Ra'vir nodded.

"Good, then help me finish packing."

Ra'vir complied, and wondered where his master kept the surplus lollypops-- as it was never his master's way to just make 'one' of anything..... When it was time to pack the enchantments from his master's bedroom, he spied the heavily locked, and glowing chest beneath the bed. Picking it up, and shaking it, he heard something rattle about inside, and thus, assuming it was the lollypop stash, secretly packed it for the trip........

Glad you could join us Meridia.

I'll be interested to know more about you're character.

Darlantan surveyed the tavern. The patrons eyed him suspiciously. The barman spoke up.
"We're closing."

"So early?" enquired Darlantan, "I think not"

Darlantan hated to do this, but he was damned if he was going to spend the night on the streets.

Pretending to scratch himslef, he subtly took some moon sugar from his pocket, and discreetly dropped it on the table. He walked over to the barman.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked the barman.

"You are a stranger," was the reply "and a poor one by the look of it"

"My name is Sir Darlantan, of the Order of the Garland, Primate, Factor of the East Empire holdings in Solstheim."

"Sure you are," said the bartender, "and I am Queen Barenziah"

Darlantan sighed. "I didn't want to do this," he said "but you've forced me"

He pointed to the moon sugar on the table. "Do you know what the town guard would do if they found that?" He asked pleasantly.

The bartenders eyes widened in fear. He knew what they'd do.

"Do you want them to know? Just nod."

The bartender shook his head.

"Then I'll have a room for the night. The best. This should cover it"
Darlantan placed a ring inset with a lump of ebony about the size of a large marble.

The bartender eyed it greedily. "Y-y-yes milord," he said. "I-I-I'll show you the way."

Pocketing the ring, the bartender lead Darlantan up the stairs.

Solom got on the ship, they would have to travel up the coldest parts of Skyrim, then dock at the capital-Winterhold. They were selling some stuff in the 2nd floor which was used mostly as an entertainment room.

"Get weapons!, get some fine steel weapons over here!"

Solom examined a steel dager he might need it for future use.

"How much is that dager?"

"Oh, we have a new costumer.." The merchant was a Bosmer but like all bosmer he was two feet shorter than most people, so Solom had to bent his knees to barter with him "...this dager,hmm I'll sell it for 70 drakes.."

"All right sounds good" Solom gave him the drakes, then maked sure the weapon was in good condition. Don't wanna waste all my gold to get this repaired. He sheathed the dager back into the sheath, then placed it around his belt. He bagan to exploe the gigantic ship it was fairly a ship made for traveling long distances. He went back up on the ship and felt the cool breeze go through his long mowhawk. Solom rested on the rail guards and read over the invintation again.
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Dear Old-Master Monaa

There were some problems, that made me not-to invite you to the last Hearthfire, my deepest apoilgies

But this time im throwing a party..lets say a smaller party and I took the liberty to throw in your hometown Monaa.

Age dose come quick though,dosent it-how old are you 321.-I'm joking my friend. I don't want your old knees travel around Skyrim.

Instead your pupil can come to fill in for you. I'm sure you taught him a lot.

Yours sincerely,

Darius Practus
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You did teach me a lot. They were docking at Solstheim to get some supplies, the passengers could get off to buy some supplies to, but Solom stayed in his quaters...sleeping.

Name: Edward Slants
Race: Imperial
Age: 26
Height: 5'9
weight: 153.4 lb
Gender: male
Major skills: short blade, marksmen, light armour, sneak, security
minor skills: mercantile, speechcraft, medium armour, long blade, acrobatics
Eye color: blue
hair color: dirty blond
Bio: A thief and a con man, Edward has been roaming the land looking for the big steal. Something that will make him rich. He has a easy to get along with nature and is skilled at the use of daggers and short blades. He figures that this party will have something to steal.

'A room please' the wanderer asked
The inkeeper looked her from head to toe, as her snow white robe glistened in the candlelight, (little did he know that it had an enchantment to forever keep it clean on it... a gift from her Daedric master), and agreed for 5 drakes per night she could stay at the inn. Smiling, the girl ordered a goblet of water, as the disgruntled bartender went away to the toilet to fetch her water. She looked around the tavern, finding it rather empty, only a few dirty customers talking about the current events.
'Did you here a wealthy Imperial is holding a Party somewhere around 'ere?' A large Nord fellow said
'Yeah, those foolish Imperials don't know how to spend thier money. No wonder thier empire is going down the toilet' his Breton companion repled, laughing hystericly, as the bartender returned with a goblet of water. The wanderer preformed a small spell on the water and slowly drank the now clean water. She reached into her satchel, and removed a loaf of bread, chewing on it, and listened to the conversation going on...
''Have you heard of a Darius?' the Breton asked
'Did he not have somthing to do with a party that went bad a few months ago?' the Nord replied
'He's the one hosting it...'
The Nords face went ghostly white, 'Umm, when is this party starting?'
'Two days from now...' the breton replied, with some curiosity in his voice
'Umm... I have to head home... umm I remembered I, er have to visit my... um cousin in Skyrim'
'But your cousin died over ten years ago...'
'his wife, yeah I need to see his wife... umm... see you around,' the Nord said running out of the room. The breton shruged and continued drinking his mead.
So, a party was going on, the wanderer said to herself, how interesting. She finished her bread, and wandered up to her room

Darlantan awoke with a start. Someone was in his room.

A floorboard creaked. Darlantan could hear a muffled oath.

He could see a dark shape hunched over his pack.

Darlantan leapt from the bed, flinging himself at the man. He couldn't reach his mace, but he'd trained long enough to be formidable unarmed. Before the shape could react, hetwisted and slammed his foot into its stomach.

The shape reeled. Regaining its senses, it drew a knife from its belt, and took a step forward. In the moonlight Darlantan could see a small and wiry man. The man smiled, and charged.

He was obviously not a very good knifefighter.

His first slash missed Darlantan completely. Then the man raised his blade and stabbed downwards, seeking to pierce Darlantans ribs.

Darlantan had no intention of letting him. He caught the mans arm and twisted. The man began to fall and Darlantan smashed him across the face with an elbow.

The man crumpled to the floor. Darlantan waited in silence.

The door opened a fraction of an inch. A voice whispered "Hurry up!"
Darlantan recognised the voice. It was the bartender.

Two minutes later the door opened a crack again. "What's taking so long?"
The bartender crept into the room. Darlantan lit the lanterm.

"You have some explaining to do"

A chase is occuring on the coast of Black Marsh. A man, clothed in black, with a long strait sword strapped to his back is running, spears and arrows flying past him. A small ship with five rowers are just over 400 feet away, rowing furiously to avoid the coming onslaught. Several Argonians appear, hard on the heels of the man in black. Fortunately, several caltrops slow them enough to allow for a quick escape. On the row boat,

"Master Baxter, did you find it?"

"No, it's not here, perhaps deeper into Black Marsh. I think it was a trap, we shouldn't trust our informant any more. If they had caught me, the Empire would have a very serious problem, possibly worse than Pelagius the Second."

"Well, I suppose we should we look for a new informant, but the provisions on our ship are running short, I suggest we sail for the Topal bay, then up towards Rimmen."

The row boat approaches a rather suspect looking ship with black sails.

"Tell the Captain we sail for Rimmen, I'll be below deck."

A day later in Rimmen, a knock on the door to Baxter's cabin.

"Sir, a letter for you."

"A letter? How did it arrive here? Odd. Ahhh, it is from Darius. Excellent. Inform the Captain we sail for the Iliac Bay, and send this report to Cyrodil, perhaps this meeting will help us in our aims."

So are we RPing it out in this thread or starting a new one?

The bartender cursed Darlantan as the guards dragged him away. His accomplice was still unconscious.

Dawn broke. Well I got some sleep thought Darlantan Not that I feel it.

Wearily, he set off. Another days travel, and he'd reach his goal.

Red Lion grew up in Skyrim living with his parents, who earned their living with farming. Upon starting his own life at the age of 16 he became apprentice to several people, all of them rather simple folks. He developed some mediocre skills in Alchemy and Magic. After discovering the adventurous part of his being, he moved to Vvardenfell. Mostly strolling through the lands, freelancing, looting caves, working for several guilds, learning the way of the different races living in the different regions, he trained his skill to fight with a long-sword. Having spent some time in the villages and cities in Vvardenfell he finally decided to move to a small hut, out in the nature, close to the fields and woods he loved so much.

Receiving notice of his parents’ death some months ago he realized that he nearly had no knowledge at all about history, tradition and lore of the region, in which he grew up, and even more distressing, of the region he was living in. The large chest in the cellar kept some books he gathered during his adventures and quests. The lock was rusty and an attempt to pick the lock with his used Journeyman’s equipment failed, but the wooden top did not resist the humidity likewise, so a few hits with a stone did the job. Browsing through the books he could not think of any reason why he had not used them to make some fire last winter. What good could a book do, that tried to explain the alphabet using drawings but containing only the first three letters and why did he keep three copies of “Special Flora of Tamriel?

Three weeks later he went to Balmora, he definitely needed a new pestle, the old one was showed traces of the last two years of usage and being there he took the chance and bought a new expensive shirt.
Leaving the clothes shop upcoming clouds announced a thunderstorm. He was not keen on making his way back to his hut soaking wet, so he went to the Eight-Plates. Hurrying through the door he collided with a huge person which won the duel of two moving masses. Laying on the ground he heard the other person swearing: “Damn it, those young bungs…”. Recognizing the voice he removed his hand from his sword’s hilt. Could it be…it has to be him…! Upon directly addressing his former teacher of sword-fighting the disgruntled look on Freld Krollbeard’s face gave way to an astound expression: “Freld, is this really you? It must be about six years since we last met!”
Freld: “Reddy?”
Red Lion: “Hey, I’m 24 by now, just stick to Red!”
Together they went back in to celebrate the unexpected meeting with some drinks. Exchanging news and stories from the last years Red Lion mentioned the death of his parents and his new task to educate himself in history and lore.

Freld looked as if suddenly something came to his mind but because of the Mazte he could not exactly remember what it was.
Freld: “Well,… wait a second… stupid Mazte… now, right, this is it! A few days ago on a visit to Tel Vos I overheard some folks talking about a meeting of scholars, high educated folks… if I could just remember where that meeting was to take place… but I think the guy running the thing was called Darius…Darius Praxus or something like that.”

Red Lion made some inquiries and found out how to contact Lord Darius. He hired an express messenger to deliver the following letter:

Honored Lord Darius,

By good fortune I took notice of your upcoming meeting of scholars. I recently turned to a new goal, namely studying the history, traditions and lore of Morrowind and Skyrim. Although I certainly cannot compare to the highly educated and honorable guests you have invited I could not miss such a chance and hereby kindly request your permission to attend your meeting. You'll find a short description of my person attached.

Best regards,
Red Lion

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My person:
Red Lion
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Height: 184cm / 6” 4’
Weight: 81 kg / 178 lbs
Age: 24

Hair: blond, slightly curled
Eyes: blue
Skin: Caucasian, tend to be pale
Build: nothing special, thin, some muscles



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OOC: Hi, my name is Robin, I've been reading this board for some weeks now, starting with Loranna's great stories about Alanya & Co. Finally realizing the old board had been closed I found the new board and had some great days reading the Hearthfire Ball RP. Although I've never done RPing before I really got addicted to the idea of taking part in a RP. And I got really excited when I read that there was another RP set up by Loranna
There are two issues though:
1. My English is a bit rusty, especially creating the proper atmosphere and using the proper vocabulary that fits into Morrowind takes me some time. I'll try my very best though Please contact me if I make mistakes (Language or RPing in general!)
2. Timezones. I think most action takes place between 5 PM and 3 AM EST, and if I did not miscalculate I'm located at EST-6h (GMT +1h, EST = GMT-5h --> -6h) so here the fun takes place between 11PM and 9AM, which is when I need to take some sleep as I'm a student. Anyway, I'll try to take part as much as possible, but it may happen that I vanish quite frequently

I hope this one is as much fun for everyone as reading the Hearthfire Ball was to me.

I too will say, welcome to the forums and RPs, Meridia!

Hakan Ulfgard: Casting Divine Intervention to get back to Fort Frostmoth without wasting time, and already clad in his armor, shield in hand and nordic silver battleaxe hanging from his belt, he walked towards the dock carrying a large crate. He saw another boat just getting ready to leave, and someone with a mohawk, that for some reason, stood out strangely, but he couldn't figure out why. "Trade with Solstheim increases all the time," he thought. "Hmm, High Rock...i've never been there, i won't know my way around...but i know who might..." Hakan then rushed to the Argonian at the dock, a nice fellow but ever complaining of the weather, and paid him for a sail to Vvardenfell.

Louis Corentin: Filling a sack with a few Restore Magicka potions, and settling his Daedric Katana is its scabbard, he was ready to head off to Daggerfall, when a large man casually walked into the door, a large crate hiding his face, where the long brown hair and trimmed beard would have made it obvious who the man was. He dropped the crate on the ground, "Ah! i've found you," said Hakan in a loud voice. Louis almost laughed, "My friend, i'm glad to see you, but i have a bit of an urgent meeting to attend." "Aye...aye...the same is true of me, i am to attend a party in Daggerfall, from one Lord Darius, odd that he would invite me, i know little of him" replied Hakan. Louis laughed shortly, "Can you be serious? This is the same party i am leaving to go to!" "Haha! Good! The gods and fates do indeed work mysteriously...besides, i was hoping to use you as a guide, i've never been!" Louis pat his friend on the back, "Then come, let us embark on this journey together, i trust you have everything you need?" "Aye, i do indeed," said Hakan.

Walking out of the Mage's Guild door, they were shouted at by a trio of Dunmer. "Hey Nord! We don't like seeing your type in our lands!" they shouted. Hakan replied, "Is that so? Mind you it's been a long time since our peoples have been at war, there are many Nords in Morrowind now..and there may be many Dunmer in Skyrim if not for the cold, which you seem to hate. I have no quarrel with you, hassle a Nord who has actually done you harm!" Hakan usually got along well enough with Dunmer, even befriending some, but there are always people of all races who won't forget the past. "My friends, we were just leaving, let us go in peace" said Louid. "Stay out of this Breton! This mead guzzling Nord scum won't leave Ald-Ruhn alive!" The nearby guards overheard but were clearly too amused at the sight to intervene. Hakan set his crate on the ground and put his hand on his axe, ready to draw it if need be. At this, the 3 Dunmer charged him, Louis cast a Calm spell on one, and he walked away as if he didn't know where he was. Hakan held up his heavy double bladed axe, and took a wide yet carefully aimed swing at one of the elves, decapitating him flawlessly. The other Dunmer tried to pounce on Hakan from behind, but turning quickly rammed the protruding point of his shield through the Dunmer's shoulder. The Dunmer staggered back but was clearly more enraged. Hakan, being rather civilized usually, became severely angered, a sort of feeling he always reaches in the heat of battle...both enraged, yet enjoying the sport. You could almost see a fire in his eyes if such a thing were possible. He dropped his axe and grabbed the Dunmer, pulling him straight up off his knees, and threw him into the Mage's Guild door, breaking it in, the elf then fell unconcious. Securing his axe back on his belt, he tossed a few pouches from his crate, into the doorway, "Each pouch has about a 1000 drakes each...use it to fix the door and take the remainder for yourself." The Breton mage inside cheerfully accepted the offer. Louis gave a slight glare at Hakan, "i liked my way better..." "To each his own my friend," Said Hakan picking up the crate again, "perhaps now we will be able to set off!" He gave a hardy laugh. Louis laughed slightly and they began walking.

Seems this RP has a fair number of newcomers *greets and welcomes Robin*

Hi again everyone,

Welcome to all the new people I haven't already said hi to yet

Time zones can indeed be a problem; I wish I could pull us all into one time zone for the game but my powers of reality manipulation haven't been upgraded recently and my GM says I'm 25 EXP short to boot Sadly, that's gonna take about 25 more full-blown campaigns to earn, so scratch that for a while. Hopefully, there will be enough people from various time zones that everyone will have someone to RP with, and on a similar note, if you have to leave, make a small post that puts your character in a private room or outside or someplace so we know they're AFK

In other news, there is a little confusion regarding the location of White Haven; when I looked at a map of the Iliac Bay region I didn't see any White Haven, so I assumed it was some random High Rock town and figured it was vaguely around Daggerfall. I have since learned that there is an actual established White Haven, way up in the North and West - far more north and west for what I had in mind.

So, ahh ... for the purposes of the RPs I run, High Rock now had TWO White Haven towns, one way up in the morth and one down by Iliac Bay, in the general vicinity of Daggerfall. As one can guess, the inhabitants of both White Havens strenuously insist that theirs is the first White Haven and each town has a small knightly order dedicated to staking their claim on the name of White Haven, and every few years they get together and have a big to do to prove who's better. We will be set in the southern White Haven, which as all the locals will tell you is so named for the glorious white rooftops that were instituted by the founding fathers of the town and by the lovely white feathered owls that grace the woodlands bordering the town, unlike that OTHER White Haven which is so called because they get so much snow the town is a refuge for cold and ice - it's practically Skyrim, I tell you

I apologize for any confusion this causes the players and gleefully look forward to preying on the confusion it causes the characters - but we can assume that Darius had the sense to mention it was the southern White Haven, not the northern White Haven. If any of you object, you must first defeat my Skeleton Champion Araes in single combat

<- is a skeleton champion, really

Loranna

So it is...and when will we start (may have already been mentioned, but didnt see it)

Thanks for the welcome and greetings to everyone else. I hope the amount of first-timers doesn't interfere with the game flow

Will there be an IRC-channel or sth. similar during the RP to communicate and to arrange actions or subplots or is this done via PM or ICQ/AIM (if at all)?

Define drastic, please. Like, would robbing jewellers in the middle of the night be drastic?
EDIT: An IRC channel would help greatly.

Darn, Meridia can't use those those things due to the fact she is on a Uni computer... darn. But anyway, thanks everyone for the welcome, might flesh out the character a bit...

White Haven... that was her next location. She looked in her gold pouch, and found but fifteen gold pieces. She remembered that conversation in that tavern last night, a Imperial with it seemed too much money was having a party. She smiled, perhaps she could scam a few coins off this indervidual. She smiled, and continued on her jorney.
'You, robed one, the great lord Sheogorath wants us to sieze your Daedric Robe of Cleanlieness. Hand over your robe, worshiper of Meridia!' a voice yelled from behind her
The wanderer turned to face the group of men, 'You are obviously mad trying to face up against me...' she said quietly
'Oh? so the mouse can talk?' another of the Sheogarath worshipers replied, 'Of course we are mad, why do you think we worship him?'
'Indeed, that was a silly question,' She replied, 'But if you want my robe, you will have to fight me for it,' Before any of the three could do anything, the Wanderer conjoured from Oblivion a Daedric Katana. Seeing this, the three worshipers charged at her, thier swords drawn. However, our skilled wanderer dodged the strikes with skill and grace, before striking her Katana into the weak points of thier armor. Thier dead bodies crumbled before her, as shocked onlookers gasped at this young conjorers skill with the sword. She canceled the enchantment and continued on her way, as the blood was absorbed into her robe, and it regained its snow white apperance, that of a deadly innocence...

From what I have decided, our young wanderer is skilled with the sword, and knows at least fundamental conjouration, and is a worshiper of my namesake... or at least used to be... is there a story behind that, or not... I am yet to decide

Well Meridia, your character looks to have the potential of a vibrant and intriguing one

Hakan Ulfgard and Louis Corentin: "Ah, the northern shores of Skyrim!" stated Hakan, "Have ye ever seen such a wonderful site as pure white snow and ice?" "Personally i find Skyrim a little to cold for me," replied Louis, trying to stay warm in his robes, "we should make haste if we are to arrive in 'southern' White Haven in time, i know not whether it would be faster to travel through on land, or reach the northern coast of High Rock on ship, and see if someone can teleport us to Daggerfall." Hakan thought for a moment, "i vouch for the ship, that is if you can handle the frigid sea and wind." "I think i can handle it," said Louis confidently, discomfort rarely bothered him, Hakan knew this despite his teasing words. "We'll book passage on the first ship we see," Hakan said, "we have plenty of drakes for it, and hopefully they'll have food onboard to last a few meals, we can't waste time now to go scout around towns and wilderness for some, though i wish i could look around more at my old home." "Well, you surely can after this party?" "Aye, possibly, though i still have duties on Solstheim on occasion."

"So, what do you know of this Lord Darius?" said Hakan, standing at the front of the ship as it pierced through the waves of the sea. "Not much, only rumors, i've never met him personally. While on mainland Morrowind, i overheard some referring to someone known as 'Pelagius II', now i remember that they were talking of Lord Darius. Apparently the fellow has deep pockets." "Ah, yes, i once heard some of the Imperials at Frostmoth talking about him, now that i think of it. Is it true he squandered his wealth? Or he's running low on money lately?" said Hakan. "I hadn't heard," replied Louis, "But it would serve to further explain why his latest event isn't up to the prestige of the Hearthfire Ball he had...although that turned out to be an ill-fated event. I can see why he would want a smaller one this time, and it seems this small taverne party supports two purposes then. Though i wonder, if he has money trouble like you say, how he can afford the 10,000 septim payoff to the finest scholar...i wonder if he has a hidden agenda to use this event to regain his wealth." Hakan pondered on it..."So, what DID happen at Hearthfire Ball?" "Well, i only know it from rumor, but suffice it to say, things did not go according to plans, and inevitably went sour," said Louis. "Well, let's hope this 'taverne party' goes as smoothly as this ship! Ha!" Hakan laughed, shortly before retiring to the cabin...of course not before having a full course meal and the ship's finest vintage mead.

*dispatches Loranna's skeleton champion in a single blow* i win i win! No i don't object to anything..i just had to do that...couldn't resist the dancing skeleton.

Louis fires an absorb health spell at the skeleton even more powerful than the lightning storm, a smaller area spell but landing it near the skeleton's feet. Hakan cast's a paralyze spell at the skeleton and bull rushes the skeleton with his shield, and lifts his heavy battleaxe high



"Let's see how those old bones like the taste of Nordic crafted silver!" Hakan shouts


woo

Hakan lowered his axe, and hung it back to his belt and sat down, "blast, a shame, that skeleton's head would have made a fine trophy!" he said. Louis sheaths his katana back in the scabbard, content with the Araes escaping, but wondering if letting such a dangerous foe escape would lead to future incidents, partly he wished he had finished the undead creature off. Hakan pulled a bottle of mead from his crate, and drank it down, "mead for your troubles?" he said to Louis, but Louis refused, not being one for alcohol. Hakan tosses a bottle of it Weird instead. "Here, it'll numb away that pain from that flying jaw, haha!" Louis laughed at them both, for such a mostly civilized and well-spoken Nord fight so fiercely and enjoy his bit of mead (though alcohol seemed to have no effect on him, and he certainly didn't mind being without it) was an odd sight indeed at times. Like seeing a high-born Lord arm wrestle with the local town drunk.

Heh, now that thats over (or is it?), I might continue my tale and get my character in place for tomorrows action before I go over the days allocated badwidth

Our young heroine (at least she looks young) arrived at the town of White Haven. Searching around, she found that the town contained only one tavern, and apparently it was booked by a certian Imperial by the name Darius for a private party. But sweet talking the owner of the bar (who was in the midst of packing for a trip to visit his Son in Solitude, and had to leave that very day), he gave her his room to sleep in for the night, telling her to make sure the place stays in one piece. Our wanderer was happy at the chance of free accomidation, and took up this offer, wondering what could happen. Taking a walk down the streets, she found the town to be nearly deserted, sneaking into a few houses, she found no clothes, no valubles, it seemed the entire town had dissapered. The reputation of this Darius fellow proceded him, apparently. Wondering what she had got herself in to, she made her way to the tavern, where she met the barstaff, at least those who were brave enough to stay behind, lured by the big money that this free spending Imperial was known to throw around. She told them not to wake her, this was the first time she had sleeped in a comfy bed since, well, since three years ago. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...

Anyway, I have another RP going on in another forum... i better get over there and finish this duel...

Two RP's in two different forum's...AHHH!!!!

That's almost as bad as a deity and a mortal sharing the same vessel.

Oh yeah Loranna, if you need a name for my character, feel free to make one up... just make sure its a cute one! I'm not in a creative mood right now, and I can't keep on calling her 'the wanderer'

How bout the name Dorana. It's a feminine-ish form of the Irish name Doran, which goes back to the surname O Deoradhain which means "descendent of Deoradhan" where Deoradhan means exile/wanderer in Gaelic.

I used the same short bit of research i used to find the name Dorana that i used to find my own character's names I figured a Breton should have a name from well...the old Bretons, and that a Nord should have a Norse name! So for each character i picked 2 random names that sounded alright and stuck them together. Oddly enough, i no longer remember what either name for either character means

Really, Meredia is too close to the Daedric name, it could cause confusion, i realized. Due to this, my Character is now Maranda Dorana

...question...where exactly did we determine the Tavern is?...I see Daggerfall and White Haven...but which is correct?...

"Master One I still think we're lost" Ami said "Perhaps we should stop to ask for directions"

Since when are there two White Havens? People in one say the other doesn't exist, and people in the latter have never even heard of the former...we'll be lucky to reach Darius' party at all

"I think we'll be ok Ami...there cant be too many White Havens...we'll just use the process of elimination...how long thats gonna take I dont know though"

"As you wish Master One" Ami replied

*One and Ami have been lost in High Rock for weeks now...ever since they recieved Darius' invitation. One didn't ever recall there being two White Havens and has exchanged words with several farmers and passerbys that insist that a man named Darius is throwing his party in the Southernmost White Haven...confused One and Ami trudge on towards their destination...*

You know, chances are people won't be doing much more than three or four pages of RP before tonight anyway ... so I'm just gonna hold off on starting the tavern till I get back. This thread will do for now; it's still got a few pages left to go

See you all tonight,

Loranna

A gentle breeze sweeps through the harbor as B boards a ship sailing to Iliac Bay.

Just before the messenger took the letter, Red Lion added a note which described the route he was taking to make sure that Darius knew where he was if he replied - he could not wait for a reply at home, it would take him two or three days to travel to Daggerfall and he still needed to find out, where exactly the event would take place. If all else failed, he would try to talk to Darius on spot…or maybe just try to sneak in…if he was lucky, Darius would not take notice of someone coming without an explicit invitation.

The early morning of the next day, even before the sun had risen, Red Lion began making arrangements for the time when he was away. He packed a bag with some elegant clothes, potions and several small things that might come in handy. His Daedric Katana was too heavy to carry it all the way to High Rock and he did not expect big trouble underway. As he was going to attend a gathering of scholars, which he supposed to settle their disputes with sharp words, not sharp swords, he put his Silver Claymore into the sheath on his belt. Putting on some common clothes for the journey, his Nordic iron cuirass and steel greaves, he chose to wear some comfortable boots as there might be some distance to cover walking. He checked his map for the route he plotted the other day: he planned to take a scenic route up to Gnaar Mok where he hoped to find a boat that would take him to the mainland or maybe even to Winterhold, someone there, who owned a ship, owed him a favor…

Locking the door behind him he stepped out of his hut and made his way to Gnaar Mok. The dense vegetation of the Bittercoast Region stood in full color and the dew gleamed, as he felt the warmth of the sunlight on his back...he knew why he was living here.

"Still no word from Darius on the exact whereabouts on this party?" Martus, one of Erenius' several acquaintances asked.

"Nope, not a word since the day past last when I recieved that note stating he was having a party. Unless, to prevent another Daedra invasion, like last Hearthfire, he gave a quiet message in the note about its wereabouts." Erenius replied.'

"Very well then, have you the note?" Martus continued.

*Erenius displays the note and reads it over again"

"Hmm...white roofs...no, Whitehaven is too far north for a merry party this time of year. I doubt its there." Erenius mused.

"Sire, if I may..." Martus offered.

"Yes, my friend?"

"THere are two Whitehavens, if memory serves me right." Martus divulged.

"What do you mean?"

"There is also one along the Illiac bay...not that far from Daggerfall, I believe"

*Erenius smiled*

"Of course...thus, we head there soon."

*So it was that the bags were packed, the carriage readied and Erenius set forth for the southern Whitehaven, not that snowy hell of the same name*

"Why must it always be this kind of weather when I'm in High Rock?", Adanorcil asked the Nordic shipmaster. He and Adanorcil were both sheltering from the pouring rain. The shipmaster had left one of is inferiors in control of the ship.

-"Ah, master High Elf, if you had payed me double I could have taken you to the other White Haven, all the way up north. It's practically within the borders of fair Skyrim. There you'll find real wind and storm and snow, a true Nord's favored weather."

"Land!", a voice shouted from up the deck.

-"I guess we've arrived.", the Nord said a bit superfluently.

***

Adanorcil pulled the hood of his grey coat far over his head as he led his horse of the ship. "It's not far to White Haven now!", the Nord yelled from the ship, trying to sound louder than the rain. "Follow the signs and you'll be there in half an hour."

-"Thank you", Adanorcil said back and commanded his horse to start walking.

A knock in the night. The door flys open.

"Master Baxter, there are pirates preparing to engage us! The capatain says he cannot evade."

"Yawn, have no fear, one of our number is a Battlemage, her name is Marchioness, she should be below deck. She'll know what to do. By the way, where are we?"

"We are just off the coast of Stros M'kai, we should reach Daggerfall by sun set, and then the tavern at night."

"Ah good, a little off schedule, but it matters not."

Hakan Ulfgard and Louis Corentin: The ship came into port, it was High Rock all right, though..not Daggerfall. They came off the ship and walked around, hoping to find someone to get information from. "Excuse me," said Louis, "but do you know of a fast method of travel to White Haven?" Louis momentarily forgot the fact that there were two. "You're in luck," said the old man, "there's an old hermit who lives near the shore, and few miles that way...folks say he's a powerful sorcerer, so no one goes near him, i hear he's a necromancer too! I bet he could teleport someone to anywhere in Tamriel for the right...price." Louis and Hakan took serious expression to their faces, but thanked the old man for his information. They wondered if the potential for danger was worth the fast travel, at least, Louis was. Hakan, however, was eager to continue forth, steadfast in the face of any barrier.

Walking for an hour they came to the old hermit's "dwelling", a hatch that led undergound, the sand around the area was swept away. They entered..."what do you want?!" cried an old voice in the dark. "We heard a sorcerer lived here, we seek passage to White Haven, and teleportation is the method we must used to arrive in time," said Hakan. "What! i'm no sailor! And what is this integration you're talking about?" said the old hermit as he walked into the light. He was old all right...very old, slunched over with long grey hair and beard. He had the appearance of a Breton, nearing the age of 200 possibly. "Sir," said Louis, "we hear you have the ability to teleport people across large distances." The old man's eyes lit up, "ohhh, oh yes...i can do this," he said with an eerie smile. Hakan walked up to him, "Good! we seek passage to White Haven, can you send us there?" Louis interrupted, "That is to say, the town of White Haven...in Daggerfall." "Oh yes," the old man smiled, "i can send you to White Haven," before they had time to speak again, the old hermit sorcerer cast a spell, teleporting Louis and Hakan to White Haven. "Somehow i didn't expect there to be so much snow in this part of High Rock," commented Hakan. Louis' eyes squinted as he realized the old man's trick, "Yes, this is White Haven...but not the right one...we are in the Northern now, not the Southern....However, we are a good deal closer to our goal, but we have a bit of a walk ahead of us." Louis was slightly put off at this, having to carry a 54 pound sword and a sack full of potions for such a long walk almost annoyed his calm nature. It wasn't the journey that bothered him, he was up to the task, but it was the old eccentric man's mistake that bothered him so. He couldn't decide whether the old man, in his madness, did it on purpose, or accidently. Hakan however, wearing a full set of armor except helm, with the axe at his side, and still having to carry a rather large crate, didn't look forward to the long walk any more than Louis did. He would rather go bear hunting or sing a few songs about glorious battles than trudge through the lands for hours carrying hundreds of pounds. Yet, he was ready, and willing to do what was necessary.

Daylight had turned to twilight as Darlantan arrived in White Haven. Closing his eyes and clasping his hands together, he gave thanks to Stendarr that, mercifuly, he had completed his journey.

Darlantan went around the back of the tavern to a small shack beside the stables, to the small shrine to Julianos that had temporarily been erected there. An acolyte was standing watch.

"Darlantan! You made it!"

"Ha, Brother Tassius, I haven't seen you in years! Tell me, whats new?"

"Nothing much, Primate. By brother Vassius has been ordained and appointed to the northern White Haven. They didn't take to him at first, but he is settling in fine."

"Good to hear"

"There is some sadder news, lord. You remember old Mirisia?"

"Aye"

"She passed away last winter"

Darlantan paused for a minute, reflecting on Mirisia. He sighed.

"That is sad news. Tell me, where is Promulgatio? I wish to know about tavern business"

"Right this way milord"

*Somewhere near Moonguard*

"No no no. Your not listening traveler...its towards the west" said a wrinkled old man "It's more towards the Illiac Bay"

"Ok thank you for your time sir, may Kynareth bless you"

*One and Ami have just learned the correct whereabouts of Lord Darius' party...after being lost for so long they decide to wait in Ilessen Hills until first light...One senses that their being followed...and have been for quite some time...*

They were almost there they already traveled around Skyrim now heading towards High Rock. Incredibly we dodged icebergs thought Solom. He went back up on deck there was an amazing view of snowfall hitting some islands. Gezz its cold I can barely feel my fingers . Solom put his Nordic fur hat on which he recently bought during there break in Winterhold and bought some more clothing. There was a Nord who came up on deck with only pants on.

"Ahh, this is fine weather is it not"

Solom wasn't sure if he was talking to him but found out they were the only two on deck. "No, its rather cold" rubbung his hands for warmth.

"How can you stand wearing all that clothing on in a weather like this" he put his arms out in the air

How can you stand not wearing much clothing in a weather like this "Well it was nice meeting you" he slowly walked back down to the quaters. While he was walking down to the second floor he bumped into a bosmer.

"Oh, sorry my friend, oh its you the one that I sold the dagger to, wll have a nice day"

Solom walked a few steps then notice his ring was missing. "Hey give me back my ring" he chased after him back up to the deck, there was a blast of cold air. He saw that the half-naked Nord was still up there. "Pardon me but have you seen a bosmer up here?" he shook his head. Hmm where could he be. He saw a bread crums near the bow but no one was there. Of course the ring has a chameleon effect in it he casted a small lighting spell at the invisible Bosmer

"Owww!" Solom put his hand out making small electicity go around his finger tips. "Fine here take it, if I knew it made you invisible I wouldnt have bothered" Hmph a chameleon ring, oh well i might need it in the future. putting back the ring into his handbag. He looked ahead High Rock was insight

*Somewhere in the (very foggy) Iliac Bay*

Carecalmo: Great! You sailed in the wrong direction and we missed the party! Now, where are we?
Servant 1: "Uhh... let me check the map... I think we are.. here!" (points at Port Telvanis, in Morrowind)
Servant 2: "No, you fool! We are here right there, actually..." (points to somewhere in the Topal Bay)

*A ship appears from the mist, a single sailor steering it towards 'Eye of the Storm' (The dagonite ship)*

Carecalmo: "Greetings and salutations, traveller! May we inquire where you are going?"
Grumpy Old Hero: Bah, of what interest could that be to you?
Carecalmo: Simple curiosity, good friend. We are mere sailors, happy to meet civilisation once again.
Grumpy Old Hero: Well then, I am going to Ye Olde Merry Taverne, where a great party soon is to be held by the revered Lord Darius.
Carecalmo: Really? What a coincidence! We too are heading for the party, but could you tell us where we are?
Grumpy Old Hero: Hahaha, youngsters sailing for the first time! You are currently in the Iliac Bay-
Servant 2 (whispers): I told you so, sire, we have been in the Iliac Bay all the time.
Grumpy Old Hero (continued): - the very same bay that hides Ye Olde Merry Taverne, where we both are going. It's due west of here.
Carecalmo: Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Hero, your presence will be sorely missed at the party.
Grumpy Old Hero: "Waagh!" *Boat is engulfed by flames, and so is Mr. Hero*
Carecalmo: "Now, what way was the tavern?"
Servant 1: North, milord!
Servant 2: To the east lies the feast!

(OOC: Will Carecalmo find the Taverne? Will he bring his servants? And how much will Lord Darius miss Mr. Hero? All these answers may be answered in "Ye Olde Merry Taverne - The RP"!)

(OOC: Well, this is the excuse why I wasn't here last time. We'll see if I manage to find my way this time)

Milord Darlantan! What business brings ye here?

"Greetings Promulgatio. I am here for a small gathering. Has an imperial by the name of Darius Practus been in?"

"Aye sir. Is it his party you are to attend?"

"It is Prom, it is. But enough chatter. It has been a long while since I've last been here. How fares the business?"

"It grows by the day. Almost all the travellers bound est of Daggerfall stop here now. We're famous throughout High Rock."

" That is good. And the temple?"

"We still send the profits to the temple, though we have switched from sending a half to Stendarr."

"Explain"

"Well, did you hear about Mirisia?"

"I did. May the Nine bless her soul"

"Well, in her honour we've recently been sending a contribution to the temple of Arkay. They took care of the funeral"

"I cannot fault you Prom"

"Thanks milord"

"Prom, what have I told you about milord? It's Darlantan. I am not your lord."

"Yes mi... Darlantan"

"That's better. Are you prepared for the party?"

"Almost. We've got enough ale to support an army of Nords, and a couple of crates of mead to boot. Jerik went to market yesterday, to buy food. He had to borrow an extra cart to bring it all back"

Darlantan frowned. It seemed Promulgatio was preparing for a gathering the size of the ill-fated Hearthfire Ball.

"You said almost"

"Well, lord Darius asked we ordered a lot of brandy. We had a crate shipped in, but he wanted more, and was prepared to pay for it. Another two are arriving on the morrow"

"Have you organised any security?"

"Yes"

"Not the guard I hope"
Darlantan knew the local guard. They were useless.

"No Darl, I got half a dozen monks from the militant order of Stendarr."

"That should cover it. I daresay Darius will bring some more anyway. Have we got enough rooms?"

"Since the extension was built, I think we'll have plenty."

"Extension?"

"Well, business was thriving, we were short, we didn't think you'd mind... it wasn't much out of the donations..."

"Eitherway, you should have consulted me. Remember that next time. But I'll pass it over. I see everything is prepared. I want a room"

"You can have the guest room in my house Darl. My honour"

"Many thanks Prom. I am weary from travelling. Goodnight."

"Goodnight"

*Just outside Ilessen Hills...*

"I knew we were being followed Ami...it must be one of Ka'tons men...he must have every bounty hunter from here to Akavir looking for us"

*A rather rough looking Altmer wearing full Ebony Armor walks past the tree that One and Ami are concealed in...the Altmer carries a large Ebony Tower Sheild and a Scimatar...across his back is a Spear of unknown craftsmanship...*

"What shall we do Master One?" Ami inquires

"I think we're going to have to take him out...I wish we had brought Ryx and Yrx now"

*While One formulates a plan to stop the follower the Altmer lets out a vivid hiss before springing nearly 50 feet farther down the pathway, then out of sight...One ponders this for a few seconds...*

Ok...what was that about? He must have been an Altmer due to his height and stride...but that hiss...it was almost like a...no it couldn't be could it? Perhaps he was a fairly tall Argonian...even though I've never come across one who could wear boots, a helmet or spring like that...hmm...

"Master One did you see that...he just spu--" Ami started "What was he?"

"I believe "he" was a Vampire Ami...the Bay's filled with them. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if Ka'ton brought in some "extra" help...

"A Vampire? We're being tracked by Vampires now? And to think I came along for this" Ami stated

"C'mon Ami lets make it to Ilesson first...we'll worry about the details later on"

*With that One and Ami jump down from the tree and jog towards Ilesson Hills...One's mind spins trying to come up with a plan to defeat such a foe...the first rays of the sun begin to lighten the path...*

Somewhere in the middle of the Abecean Sea a ship sails toward the Iliac Bay. The storm clouds are gone, and the skies are now clear. The vessel is making excellent time.

Below the wooden deck sits a grey cloaked Altmer quietly meditating. While B is busy binding his will to the forces of nature, the captain of the ship is unaware that the favorable winds and calm sea are due, in great part, to B’s exceptional talents.

The candle on his bedside table burned unsteadily as a slight wind blew through the open window. His mother came into his room, closed the window and sat down next to his bed: “Hey, my little Lion, I found this book in a chest. There are some nice tales in it; wouldn’t you like to hear some of them?”
His mother started to read out the tales with her soft voice that had taken him to sleep so many times before. But the words that came out of her mouth frightened him. He wanted her to stop but it seemed as if she did not hear him, his words had no chance of passing to her ears. As he could not stand it any longer he jumped out of his bed and ran down the stairs, out of their home, right through the garden that was barely lit by moonlight; his eyes had not yet adapted to the darkness so he did not see the fence he fell over, hitting the ground violently.

He hit the ground. Realizing he had fallen out of his bunk he felt the relief of recognizing his dream as a nightmare. He got up and put some cold water into his face to get a clear head. He could have only slept for about two hours because there was still some light in the sky. The good weather had left them when they had left Vvardenfell, the sky was cloudy and there was a slight smell of a storm coming up. The captain shouted over to him: “Hey Sir! You can see it for yourself, there’s a thunderstorm coming up form the north. There’s no way I’m going any further up and risk my goods. I’ll moor the boat in a small fishing village between Blacklight and Winterhold; you’ll have to make your way from there.”
Great! Good thing I chose my walking shoes he thought to himself.

Early the next morning he arrived at Winterhold. On his way he drank most of his potions to keep himself from falling asleep in an instant together with some bottles of flin to keep the strength and to warm up a little. He hurried to the harbor as there was no time to rest here because he had to catch a boat to Daggerfall if he wanted to arrive before the party ended.

“Yes, there was a boat going to Daggerfall but it left about an hour ago. I think there were some passengers…a Dunmer, a Bosmer and a Nord. But you are lucky because I’m heading to North Point, maybe we can catch up with the other boat. We should be a bit faster with my light boat and there are a lot of icebergs around this time of the year so they may be forced to sail slower than they are able to.” ...

The waves of the sea gently collide with the wooden hull of the boat. The sound creates a metronomic beat in B’s ears. Raising his head, B removes his hood and climbs up the stairs to the deck of the ship.

It is a cool evening, and ship is coming to port. The fresh air smells markedly better than the stale, dank environment of the ship’s belly. As the boat makes its way to the dock, B surveys the port city.

It shouldn’t take me long to arrive at White Haven, he thinks to himself as he prepares to leave the ship. Nodding to the captain as he descends, B climbs down to the wooden walkway of the harbor.

Travelling along, fatigue was now taking them. They hadn't slept in far too long, yet wearily they continued. They crossed a very small town, the air was very sultry and a foul smell was about. Little more than a shanty town were they in. "You two have the look of wealthy heroes," said someone creeping from the shadows, middle aged wearing torn clothes and missing a few teeth. "Might i trouble ye for a bit of coin? You see i too was a hero once, but things didn't go my way....but you, you're a lucky bunch i take it." "Where's the nearest city?" Hakan asked him. "Oh, a good few hours walk thataway, if you're looking for rest, here is the best place to do it for miles." Louis and Hakan looked at each other, both rather doubting the odd fellow's bold claim. "Come, come, i'll show you a safe place to stay for the night, dry too!" said the beggar. The two friend reluctantly followed, he brought them to a building, which was little more than shafts of wood bound with leather cords, and hay on the roof. In all, it was about the size of a single room. The floor was simply dirt, but as the man said, it was dry...and slightly less foul on the senses than the center of "town". Inside, hiding in the corner was a young girl, old enough to be a graduating apprentice for some guild if fate had treated her more kindly. "Oh, yeah, that's my daughter..she ain't good for much..don't say much either," said the man. She was strangely beautiful despite being so badly off, clean the dirt and replace the pitiful rags with gowns and robes and she could pass as royalty. Hakan felt pitty for her, as did Louis, but Louis couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was soon to happen. Shortly later Louis heard their "kind host" talking with two of the other local inhabitants of this sad unnamed town. "Okay here's the deal, you two kill them in their sleep, i get their belongings, you get my daughter, and if they have some gold, i'll give you 1/4 of it," the two hirelings ignorantly accepted the proposal. Hakan was fast asleep, although tossing and turning, while Louis only pretended to be sleeping. A few hours before the light of dawn, two men snuck in with iron daggers in hand. Louis sprung up from the ground and cast paralyzing spells at both of them, while Hakan, hearing the noise, got up as well. A few quick strikes of the hand and Hakan had them unconcious. The beggar man who had been their host, jumped from behind trying to strangle Louis, but being quick of mind and sword, drew it from the scabbard and gave the man a quick and almost painless death. Louis reached for the young woman's hand, but fearing something other than kindness, she stood up bravely, and slapped his hand away. Clearly she had a stout heart and trusted little or no one. "We don't plan to hurt you in any way milady, but if you would come with us, and lead us to the next city, we will reward you in any way you wish, if we have the means." "Alright," she said, unsure why she trusted his words, "I'll escort you two, in fact Daggerfall is only short ways from here, which is good because i think we overstayed our welcome in this place...and i have so longed to escape it."

With that they began again their journey, soon crossing into Daggerfall, though still not White Haven quite yet. They bought her a month's worth at the nearest Inn, and the finest clothes and food in town. "You should try out for some of the local guilds, you have a strong will and need to explore your strengths," said Hakan. "Maybe i will," she replied. Thanking them repeatedly for helping start her new life, and they thanking her for guiding them back to civilization, they set off once more for their destination...hopefully it would be incident free the rest of the way.

http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=16916

We can keep this thread open for people who want to write out their arrival into town, but otherwise, we're officially opening for business

Loranna

Vendelgiest was sleeping sounding-- something he hadnt done in the past few days. That is.. WAS sleeping soundly. Ra'Vir seemed quite skilled at ruining such things.

"Mastarr, It is Illiac Bay." the catman drolled.

Reluctantly, the Sorcerer got up, and left the cabin. The air was horridly damp. Nothing at all like the dry dust of the land around his tower. His sinuses clogged, and the chill air reminded him of his youth in skyrrim. He was reminded of how much he hated the cold.

The Lanterns of the other ships at port shone across the dreary darkness, as the deck rocked gently underfoot while taking its place among them.

"We've reached WhiteHaven!" Thundered the boson. "Prepair to disembark cargo and passengers!"

The travel preparations were all in order: several large carriages waited patiently at the docks, to recieve their cargo. It wouldnt be long before they would arrive at the Tavern.

*The Dawn had come and gone while One and Ami slept...One was the first to awake where he gained the proper directions to the real White Haven...he also inquired if other strange "visitors" had come through the town since their stopping...satisfied that it was relatively safe One and Ami make their way through the forest and arrive at the White Haven sign post...after a few questions to some passing travellers the Tavern comes into view...One no longer senses the one who had followed them the previous night and they make thier way towards Darius party...The Fist of Harg is clearly visible even from this distance...*

Solom looked on at the sea while the shipmaster was yelling out orders to his sailmen "Icebergs ahead! lower the south sail to decrease speed!" "Aye aye captian" The ship began to go slower there were icebergs ahead. "Captian theres another ship ahead" Solom looked to the smaller ship there were only about 5 persons on deck one was waving his hands in the air.

"Is it pirates?"

"No, its another ship for High Rock, throw down the ladder!" A sailmen threw down a sterdy ladder down, the smaller ship carefully steered next to the ship all 5 people climbed up with the luggage. Solom went to help. The two captians started talking-"Sorry sir but we heard another ship was heading to North Point and our ship couldn't handle around the icebergs.." "Its fine, you would've been killed in this condition anyways" Solom helped a Nord up on deck...

"Thanks for the help friend" The nord was rather tall a few inches taller than Solom, had blond curly hair but was kinda thin. "May I ask whats your name and where are you headed?" Solom asked "Me my name is Red Lion and am looking for a party throwm by a wealthy a imperial named Lord Dauris" "Im headed there too!.. (he pulled out his invintation paper) ..though we are gonna be late unless, I could teleport us there if you want" "Teleport?" "Yes" Solom told Red Lion to wait and walked over to the shipmaster "Um sir may I ask you how long will we arrive there" "We'll be late due to icebergs" "Well If you dont mind my and my friend will teleport there" "What Teleport, alright its not my fualt you two end up in a swamp" he laughed

"Well Red Lion hold on to you luggage and put your arm on my back" Solom read the directions on the back of the invitation paper. He shouted some words then there was a bright glow and there was no more of Red Lion or Solom...

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Lord Darius, clad in quietly exquisite clothes of blue and gold, sat at the head of one of the long tables set up in preperation for the party in the good tavern The Noble Seamstress' Spotted Owls, enjoying a light snack of sweetrolls and milk. Elaine and Melanus both flitted back and forth, checking to make sure everything was in order; Elaine had chosen to play the part of a tavern girl by dressing in her best saucy dress, while Melanus stolidly soldiered on in his livery and white gloves. Samson and Harg, both in their usual stell ensemble, were talking with the local guards which were required by town law at any such functions, and the barkeep hummed to himself as he prepared his nightly stock for the upcoming party.

It was a quiet moment, even with the hubbub of activity all around, and Darius savored it; he instinctively knew that once the party got going, quiet moments such as this were going to be rare. The simple presence of Loranna-Azura would see to that, even if her last dance partner didn't show up this time out. Still, at least this time, he came into the party expecting strangeness ...

He watched Melanus as the manservant polished the spigots on the kegs of ale, making them shine immaculately, and smiled; he had good people working for him, and with a small pang of guilt he realized that it took two Daedra Princes popping in on his function to make him realize just how stalwart and composed his trusted employees really were. After this party, he would have to do something to show his appreciation for them; well, after this party and a little time building up his funds from whatever had caused them to decline ...

Darius frowned as he munched on his last sweetroll; he had gone over everything twice and couldn't find any glaring reason for his fortunes being less than they should have been. He hesitated to dwell on the implications of that, for there really was only one logical explanation and he couldn't bring himself to believe it ...

A sound at the door attracted his attention; lighting up Darius flashed his famous smile as he prepared to welcome his first guest.

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And we're off! Welcome to the Noble Seamstress' Spotted Owls, my second RP event for the lore forum. Picking up more or less where the Hearthfire Ball left off, and incorporating some of the events from other threads in the intern, we once again find ourselves having a small party. Come on in, kick up your legs, and let the mead and meat fill your belly. Tonight we celebrate scholalastic pursuits and share tales of romance and adventure - or, at least, teasure and adventure

As before, violence and bloodshed are frowned upon, and if someone starts causing a ruckus assume the guards will step in to take said person outside. We may very well have a bar-room brawl before all is said and done, but if that happens I'll announce it first; otherwise beware The Fist Of Harg, for he is capable of putting his bare hands through concrete

Background and general rules can be found http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=15673&view=findpost&p=223208. Please take a second to look over them if you haven't already. As always, have fun and happy RPing.

Chatroom for the RP: mIRC irc.chatspike.net server, channel #Loranna_RP

Loranna

Archie the lil green argonian sniffed the air.

Snif snif.... could it be?

Snif... Unmistakenly!

The smell of Ale!

She dissapears in the pool of darkness of the shadows to hide and see what is going on. Mesmorized by the warm glow coming from the lights inside she inches foreward....

...and trips.

Meowrrrrrr! The poor cat she tripped on darts into the light as Archie hits the cobblestones with a thump. Oof.

Traveling on horseback was never B’s favorite mode of travel; nevertheless, it was necessary to do in order to arrive on time.

In the distance, the Tavern comes into view. B slows his horse and dismounts. Walking to the door, he opens it and enters.

The Breton enters the tavern.

"Is there anything I could do to help, Lord Darius?" The Breton asks politely.

Well Master One we actually made it here" proclaimed Ami "regardless of being lost and pursued

"Indeed Ami we have...no sense wasting any more time. We might as well go and anounce ourselves"

*With that One and Ami make their way towards the door...One gives a slight wave to Harg which brings a slight grin to the giant Nords face...reluctantly One opens the door and the pair make their way inside...*

Maranda (ie the wanderer) awoke. The noise from outside was driving her crazy, it must have been another Daedric Lord after her robe... or perhaps the party had started. Getting dressed, she left the room and headed down to the main area...

B walks over to Lord Darius and bows. "Thank you for inviting me."

Archie finds herself drawning the dour attentions of Melanus, who raises a critical eyebrow at her.

" ... Ah; you again," he says, frowning ever so slightly. " ... If memory serves, you showed up only once for the last celebration ... well, this time there is no formal guest list, so be welcome to our Lord's hospitality ..."

Lord Darius rises and smiles as the greycloak enters. "B, welcome and well met! Thank you again for coming; here, find a seat and let's get you a drink."

Harg sees Arynel and gives him a small, tight smile. "The Fist of Harg is pleased to see you again, and hopes you have brought your appetite and your spleen with you tonight. We shall show you feasting!" He smiles also at One.

Darius turns to Arynel and says "No no my good friend, tonight is a party and the help is already provided. Sit! Relax! Have an ale and tell us of your journey."

Elaine sees the white-clad wander and flashes her a pretty smile. "Good evening miss; what can we be getting you?"

B takes a seat at the table and begins to drink. The liquid feels wonderful to his parched lips.

The Dock workers were slow. Damned slow. The dock was wet and slick from the fog, and the workers traipsed about warily upon its surface, hampering their progress. The sorcerer sat in the front of his statesman's carriage, whilst Ravir sat out in the fog on the buckboard. A freight driver and his team would carry the shipment of enchantments close behind.

The loading was taking forever....

Why did you bring all those Magicka restoring potions and no fatigue restoring ones?" asked Hakan. "Well, you did interrupt me as i was leaving...remember?" Louis replied. "Aye...aye.

Louis stopped, "Look...white rooftops, we're here!" "By the gods, finally!" shouted Hakan, "and look, there it is...the Noble Seamstress' Spotted Owls." Louis laughed, "Want to see something even more amusing...look at that Argonian...ha, an uninvited guest i take it." Hakan laughed a hardy laugh, "i'm sure this party will contain many of those, as well as many other amusing sights."

Hakan reached in his crate, without putting it down, and pulled out an amulet, after putting it on he became perfectly invisible. Louis chuckled, knowing his friend all too well, and casually walked into the tavern, letting the door swing closed slowly. Hakan ran in, his footsteps loud and armor clanging, and went into the middle of the tavern, which was at the moment deprived of guests. Dropping his crate and taking his amulet off the reveal himself "Mead for all!" he exclaimed, "3e262, there is no finer vintage! It makes that Cyrodiilic Brandy seem like baby's milk!" He tossed pouches all around the room to every chair, each pouch having 1000 drakes, "My gift to all for this wonderful party! I trust that when everyone arrives, they'll be civilized enough to each take one and leave the rest for someone new." He took for himself a pint of mead, "ah, the sweet honey nector of the gods." Louis sat casually at the nearest chair, wondering about the kind of characters he would come across in the hours to come.

*One and Ami make their way inside to find some of the same faces from the Hearthfire Ball...among them are the Librarian B...the one calling himself Arynel...and to no surprise Darius the host...he ignores his thoughts as the pair make their way towards the Bar...an old coot seems to be the 'tender...*

"Excuse me sir, might I have a goblet of that Ancient Dagoth Brandy"

"Well of course sir and a fine choice I might add, and for you my lady?" the barkeep asks

"Umm...I'll just have a tankard of that Comberry Wine" Ami replies

*The pair receive their drinks and make their way towards a side table to take in the ambience...*

<ooc> look ma, I can spell "ambience" <ooc>

The Breton grabs five coins and places them in his pocket, smiling towards Hakan.

"Aye and to you as well my new found friend!" Hakan shouts to Harg, "but allow my to introduce myself, i am Hakan Ulfgard, native of Skyrim and current resident of Solstheim, Knight of the Imperial Dragon, and unofficial diplomat to the native Nords of Solstheim. I bid you all here, a good day, good evening, and good morning, you'll need such well wishing for tomorrow's headaches!" Hakan notices Elaine and gives a bold smile and nod.

"My friend here has surpassed even my manners, introducing himself before i.My name is Louis Corentin, a native of this great provence though i left at a very young age. Now i am Arch-Mage of the Mage's Guild in the district of Vvardenfell, and i bid good fortune to you all"

Arynel reaches out with his arm, and an apple levitates off the table and floats into his hand. The Breton takes a big, juicy bite.

"What'll it be mister?" asked the old bartender to Louis. "None for me, thank you," he replied. "Have it your way, but you should take some notes from your friend there, he seems to know how to have himself a good time at a tavern." "That he does," said Louis, "though i myself am not one so passionate in things as he, i prefer to immerse myself into books and magicks."

Hakan walks over to Harg and pats him on the back, "did i tell ya about the time i slew a pack of Dremora outside Dagon Fel? It's a town in Vvardenfell if you hadn't heard of it"

*Erenius exits the carriage, clad in his trademark leather jerkin and clothing, dangling from his belt is his silver rapier*

"Ah, at last, I have found this place...must remember Darius to place the next party in a place that is not in two locations, if only in name."

*Erenius walks inside the tavern and quickly takes a look around, hoping to see some familiar faces. Seeing none, he proceeds to look for Darius, but also to no avail for an odd reason.*

"Hmm..." Erenius muttered as he continues looking around from his vantage point by the door.

*whoa!!* the two came out of the sky and crashed onto a hill. "Red Lion you ok" Red nodded his head rubbing his back "Look the tarvern is just over there" they joged to the door of the tavern, then opened it...

[o/t, what a time for ones network connection to go kamakazie...]

'what would you like?' someone asked Maranda, snapping her out of her daze
'Umm, water?' she replied questioningly, still in a dream like daze.

*One and Ami sit quietly in the corner overlooking the Tavern when One notices Erenius...One waves Erenius' way...*

Louis levitated another apple and lowers it onto the table next to Arynel, "I know a well-read countrymen when i see one, what brings you here?"

Darius recovers from his shock - and at having most of his questions about funding solved at the drop of a hat - fairly quickly. "Well met friends, well met! Please, make yourselves at home! Hmm, what vintage was that again ..."

Harg grins, and says "Ah, a rousing tale this sounds!"

"Really?" asks a soft, femenine voice.

"Ha; the Fist of Harg welcomes you back and bids you take no mind of the gold and mead that occupy your seat," Harg says to the shirt and skirt-clad Loranna.

"Thank you Harg; it's good to see you again too," Loranna says, brushing blond strands out of her blue eyes. "What's this now about killing Dremora?"

Samson wanders about, idly noting Loranna showing up and muttering "Well, that's one ..."

Melanus raises the other eyebrow. "Lord Darius is right over there," he says, indicating the busy Imperial with a delicately presice finger.

Maranda causes people to look at her like she's crazy for ordering water.

Arynel approaches Maranda, who seems lost in though.

"It's nice to meet you." The Breton says. "Can you tell me anything about yourself?"

He then turns to Louis, "I have come for a chance to speak with the great minds of Tamriel, of course."

*Erenius looks around and notices One and his companions*

"Hello again, One." Erenius says as he acknowledges One's companions.

'Myself?' Maranda asked the stranger, 'I am a failure to my master, thats why I wander' She looked excedingle derpressed in saying this

They are interrupted by a Khajiit wearing a blue robe...

"Have you any shugar for a poor Khajiit?"

"You say you have failed your master?" Arynel inquires to Maranda. "Yet had you not, you would doubtful be here this night. Perhaps there is good to come of this."

The Breton pauses.

"Cast aside ye burdens and unshackle your chains, this is a place for joy and renewel."

'Renewal?' Maranda replied, 'No, I can never repent for my failure... I am only here because the innkeeper offered me free accomidation, thats all...'

Reflects on the Breton's words...then interrupts again.

"Your words speak the truth...perhaps this senseless addiction has gone on long enough! Thank you kind soul...I shall not forget you..."

"I am sorry then." Arynel says to Maranda. "I only hope you can find peace."

The Breton walks away, shaking his head from side to side.

The strange indervidual walked away from Maranda, as she slowly walked over to a chair, and fell into it, still trying to get her mind straight. Where was that water? she thought to herself

Hakan takes a seat between Loranna and Harg and begins his tale, "Ah children of Skyrim, it was a glorious day. For some unknown reason, several Dremora suddenly were conjured up not a 5 minute walk from Dagon Fel, i heard the screams of terror, as i was nearby frowning upon some Orcs worshipping a large statue of Malacath. With all my speed i ran to Dagon Fel, and local guard had been killed, and their were 12 Dremora out and about trying to break into the buildings and shacks! The very same battleaxe which now hangs at my side, ready to rung cold silver on mine enemies and ignite them in flame, was used to slay them all. I used a spell or two as well...All in short, once i dispatched one, the others ran towards me. I paralyzed 3 and cast a shield spell around myself, swinging my axe in a wide arc all around me, i took down 4 more just as they approached. I threw my shield at the 6th knocking him down while i gave the 7th and 8th cloven heads to tend in Oblivion, the 9th regained his balance and charged with a mace, i parried his attacks and disarmed him...both his weapon and his arms...from their, the final paralyzed 3 were easy picking." Hakan finished his tale with a drink of his mead.

A mer stumbled into the tavern and looked around. He noticed the one called Pelagius II, and walked over.
"It seems I'm supposed to give you a large amount of money, since your last party was so enjoyable." He handed Pelagius II a bag full of gold coins, and promptly snatched a few bags of gold off the tables.

FINALLY, things were underway. The city of white haven was cramped, and the streets narrow. The pale glimmer of the firelight lanterns hung from metal poles cast a dim gloom in the fog.

Despite the weather, a scantly clad lady of the evening leaned perversly against the pole at the corner, and as the cart approached, proceeded to act increasingly provocatively. "What do YOU want?!" shouted the totally unphased wizard.

...."Why... To show you THESE!" she exclaimed, throwing open her robes with a sudden movement, causing the cart-horses to spook in the pallid light. The sorcerer braced himself for impact within the cart, as it tipped over. Ravir shouted something profane from his perch at the reigns.

After the scene was over, The streetwalker approached, and said. "That will be 100 Gold Pieces."

Arynel sees Loranna coming his way.

"How are you, my dear lady?" The Breton Asks.

The khajiit sees that too many people are coming and leaves to find fresh air...

A strange looking woman walked by... and a strange feling overcame Maranda, a feeling of familiarity, a feeling of danger... her head now clear, she scanned the room for that strange woman once again... there she was, over near that person who talked to her earlier. She remembered where she felt that feling, yes, it was three years ago, on the dusty plains of Hammerfall, when she lost everything. It was not quite the same, yes, but similar to HER presence. She thought it best to stay away from her, Daediric Lords had a habit of atracting one another, she remembered

Louis hears a loud crash and horses outside, "I wonder who that could be," After a moment ignoring it and thought of goind around the room and gradually introducing himself personally to people, to see what great minds had come, he started with Maranda, because for some reason, despite his nature, he was almost quite..taken. He bowed, "Pardon milady, how are you this evening?"

Hakan walked up behind Louis and gave him a solid pat on the back, nearly knocking him forward, then laughed and walked away.

Someone talked to her, breaking off her concentration, 'Indeed, I am fine. Do you know who that woman was who is over there?' Maranda said, pointing in the direction of Loranna

Hakan walks back over to the Argonian and further explain his feat, "You see my friend, in Vvardenfell, appearances by the minions of the Daedra Princes are not at all uncommon, ESPECIALLY so close to old Daedric ruins...but i've never had one bite me..."

"Hmm," Louis pondered, "i've never met her personally before, but if what i hear is correct, she is known as Loranna-Azura...there's a rumor, which may be more than rumor, that she is a servant of Azura who is now being inhabited by the fallen Daedric Goddess, as though two beings share the same body."

B overhears Loranna and watches her closely.

'Ah, I see. then it is not Her, then. Hello, young breton, I am Maranda. Who might you be?'

"I am Louis Corentin, Arch-Mage, i was asked to come because of my knowledge in magick. My Nord friend over there is Hakan Ulfgard, he too was summoned here, an odd chance of fate that we both would be," said Louis to the white-clad woman.

Hakan propped himself up sitting on one of the tables, sipping down another pint of mead, waiting to tell a story or two, or perhaps hear one.

'Ah yes, I have heard of you, a famous indervidual from Morrowind... I was not invited, but I was asked by the innkeeper to look after his bar for him. I do not have any important title or position, I am simply a wanderer, a failed breton with nothing to loose... hunted by the minions of oblivion' She sighed depressingly

From outside the tavern, the sounds of heavy boots scraping dirt from their soles, and the booming voice of an angry Telvanni can be heard above the din of idle chatter. Eyes turn to watch the door.


"As if this accursed weather was not enough, First we have PAINFULLY slow and LAZY dock workers, then that fool N'Wah of a strumpet exposes herself at us, spooks the horses, upsets our carts, THEN has the AUDACITY to demand payment for her services! CURSE the Daedra, This could ONLY be their handywork!"

The sound of shuffling outside the door can clearly be heard, as if the person attempting entry was carrying a heavy, and bulky package. The latch lifts, and the door opens.

"WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG!?"


From accross the room, a drunk patron throws one of the courtesy gift bags of could septims at the figure in the entryway, smaking him straight in the face, and causing him to spin about, and land on the floor with a loud crash and a muffled curse. Durring the fall, the heavy bag ascends into the air, only to come into contact with the floor moments after its patron; spilling its contents across the whole tavern floor, like candy at a child's party.

A peculiar object skids across the floor and lands next to B’s left foot. Looking down, B is able to detect an enchantment on the item.

The khajiit sits near Hakin and orders a flask of cyrodillic brandy, then places a large bag of gold on the table.

"take all of this gold, I no longer need the soiled money."

the khajiit then turns to Hakin,"so I hear you have combatted many Daedra...is this true?"

Louis smiled, "Fear not the musings and plans of the Daedra princes, for they are not the only powers in and around Nirn. From the looks of you, you have great potential, though i cannot place what the potential is in. That robe too is an amazing piece, i see it is clearly not of typical human make. No one who holds such an amazing thing can be a simple wanderer, may i ask where you got it?"

"Yes, you are right." Arynel says to Loranna.

He scans the faces that fill the tavern, his gaze at last fixes upon one individual, the librarian, B.

"I must say that the library has been an invaluable resource for my studies." The Breton exclaims. "What is it that you have there?"

Oblivious to the rules of polite society, Archie scurries under the door of the bar to the server side and tries to reach for a glass for some Ale. Stretching up as far as she can reach for a stien she loses her balance slightlly and many of them come tumbling down is a crash around her, knocking her once again off her feet.

Darius meeps and summons Samson over to help the fallen sorcerer up. "Dears heavens man, are you all right?"

"Lot of interesting knick knacks you got here," Samson says, trying to help clean things up.

Melanus looks like he took a blow to the stomach ... and he marches toward Archie ...

Loranna-Azura turns briefly, fixes the fallen man with a brief hungry tigress stare, then turns back to Arynel.

'Ah, but this is the robe that the minions of oblivion are after... a gift from her, you see. This is perhaps one of the most unknown items created by the Daedea, but yet, one of the most powerful, having never left oblivion intill she gave it to me. It is known as the Daederic Robe of Cleanleness. Sounds stupid, I know, but it's powers are unmatched by any other Daederic armour

B reaches down and gropes around with his fingers. He finds the object and picks it up. As he raises the object into the air, B notices that it’s a small, jeweled whistle. The whistle begins to vibrate violently. Suddenly, the air is filled with a deafening shrill!

"Aye it is!" stated Hakan to the Khajiit. "Along my travels i have slain many, for i have seen many dangerous lands. The first Daedra i killed was a lowly Scamp! Ha! I have come such a long way. I was but a boy, and it knocked me to the ground twice before i gathered myself and skewered it with an enchanted shortblade, i was quite proud of my feat."

Arynel holds his hands tightly against his ears, trying to drown out the deafening noise eminating from the whisle.

The khajiit screams and runs out into a chair, triping and holding his ears from the sound..

B looks around embarrassed. "Don't look at me. It's not mine. I didn't bring it."

Arynel gasps a sigh of releaf as the horrid sound stops.

Solom opened the door letting Red Lion go first. He heard loud conversations go on he sat at a seperate table and ordered some ale

Just as he was gaining his footing again, his mind was assaulted by the deafening trill of the enchanted whistle he had made for his security animunculi. Somebody had apparently activted it in this confined space, instead of the towertop where it was meant to be used--- Glasses and tankards in the shelves shattered forcibly, showering the room in shards of glass.

Mouthing inaudible words over the whsitle, The sorcerer looks most distraught.

Louis laughs "well it seems we have two incredible robes at this party! My own robe is quite simple, only having an enchant to restore my health in times of need, i have never needed better. And my i also ask fairlady," Louis inquires of Maranda, "who you mean by 'she'?" His words were cut off by a loud shrill which seemed to bother everyone in the room from what he could see through his squinting eyes.

B turns and offers the whistle to its rightful owner.

"thank the gods that horrid sound has ceased," said Hakan.

Louis catches a stumbling Khajiit as the sound dies away, almost falling himself.

'She?' maranda asked, not looking at louis, but at Loranna instead, ignoring the whistle, and the glass falling down around her 'She was my master, the lord of the forbidden Sphere of natrual energies...' suddenly turning her eyes to Louis, 'however, I am not worthy enough to say her name, not after that failure...'

"What was it that you failed?" Louis asked, "surely 'she' would know that no mortal is by any means infallible, and incapable of failure."

The sorcerer snatches it with a baleful expression. "There are dangerous things in that bag!" she shouts, before stuffing it into his robe.

A muffled 'MEEEEEEEEEEEEP" can suddenly be heard from within his pocket, as the enchantment fires again, then cuts off.

The sorcerer blushes embarassed.

Lord Dauris walked up to Solom. "Hello there lad pardon me but who are you?" Solom put down his cup "Oh well im Master Monaa pupil"

"Oh yes of course, may I ask hows Monaa"

"He's good" Solom couldn't find any other words to say about his master

"Well then, It was nice meeting you"

Solom began to drink his ale again. looking around

'She cares not for the mortal realm, and obscures her sphere, I was asked to hunt down an item of great importance to her, and given this robe to complete my mission. I cannot say what the item is, but it fell into the hands of the mad one, and I lost my patrons trust...'

Hakan takes a look at the Telvanni sorcerer "You there!...have we met?....Ha, i see some familiarity in you...perhaps it was in another life!" Hakan laughed. "Harg, calm my friend," tossing him another pint of mead from his crate, "i always keep a few in iron pints, in case something tragic happens to the glasses."

The mer wandered around, too deep in thought to have noticed the sound. He bumped into a Nordic women, spilling beer all over her.
"Terribly sorry, milady."

As Hakan is hailing the sorcerer, His man-servant Ravir emerges from the gloom outside, with his ears back, and hands folded. The tucked tail alludes to a sudden misfortune. He casts quick and fertive looks about the room, and wispers into his master's ear.

"WHAT!? NOT NOW!" Exclaimed the sorcerer, trying deperately to get to the door, but it was too late.


The Dancing animunculi had strolled into the room.

Arynel watches the mer bump into a guest at the party.

Louis starts to understand Maranda's dilemma, and it nearly saddens his emotionally strong mind. "Failing such an enormous task is no shame for your or i, is there perhaps a way to redeem yourself in her eyes?"

Feeling rather embarassed by the wistle incident, the Khajiit then leaves the taven, licking his wounds from the fall...unbeknownsed to the rest of the party go-ere, the Khajiit has left a small and intricite wooden box in the tavern, on it are strange glowing symbols that resemble numbers of some type, and they seem to be getting smaller and smaller.

Tharivor:

I walk into the tavern silently, wearing a simple robe that belies my association with House Hlaalu, among other things. As I approach the tavern, my tattoo singes briefly, and I look about.

I see many people of faces and names, but I know none of them. Finding Lord Darius to discuss the purpose of my coming here seems to prove... diffucult, I believe.

As I step around people and such, I get more than a few odd looks. Blue eyes and skinless bone-wings will do that to you. That, and it looks like I've just come from an ash storm... which I was in one about three days ago...

Now... why do I feel like I'm being watched...?

"I’m glad things have calmed down," B replies sardonically. "Anyone want to dance with . . . that?" he says as he points toward the animunculi.

'Yes, but...' a strange mechanical device wandered into he tavern, she had never been to Morrowind, but had heard of them, she kept her eye on this strange creation, 'One cannot be forgiven so easily, I must redeem myself, and regain the item from the mad one. That, my dear Louis, is impossible'

Hakan watches the dancing Animunculi enter the room...staring at it, "this should be interesting."

Louis excuses himself from his seat to allow Loranna-Azura and Maranda to talk in private.

The arrival of Loranna surprised Maranda greatly, 'You, Azura... what are you after?'

Seeing more than one Nord is... anxiety-giving, to say the least. I've had my fair share of mean Nords in Skyrim, so you must understand my apprehension.

In this clutter of people and song, of course, I bump right into a rather burly looking one...

"Umm... oops,"

OOC : Any Nord characters can follow up on this.

QUICKLY! The remote! Ravir! FIND THE REMOTE!" Exclaimed the frazzled sorcerer. Again, the whistle in his robe activates, producing a muffled "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

The mechanical gyrations of the animunculi increase, and the metal ball that it glides apon unfolded hidden compartments, filling the room with a wild array of colored lights, before the steam escaping its back began pumping out coliapie music............

Hakan is bumped into by someone from behind, he turns around curiously, "ah friend, who might you be?"

Arynel waves his arm, and a lute materializes in the Breton's hands. He begins to play a tune which is familiar, yet unknown, like memories from the childhood you wish you had.

Grinning awkwardly, I say, "Hello, sir... my name is Tharivor... ahh, and you are...?"

I still can't shake that 'I'm being watched' feeling.

The ale that spilled over Loranna/Azura also spilt over Maranda, yet this mess was abosrbed by her robe...

Louis takes a hand cloth off of the bar and gives it to Loranna-Azura...moments later he sits alone for a bit, deep in though, he closes his eyes and visualizes the room...opening them, he sees an odd cube shaped item, with figures on it, getting smaller.

Seeing many people aproch the misteress with towels, Maranda thought this would be her time to escape...

Eyeing the archmage, Arynel turns and notices the odd cube in the center of the room.

Loranna grins somewhat sheepishly. "Thanks, everyone," she says, working on cleaning herself. " ... Anyway, miss, my Lady and I were hoping you'd be kind enough to ... waitaminute what's that ..."

Loranna looks around the room, eventually spotting Tharivor.

" ... Oh dear; well okay, this isn't like the lolipop incident at least," Loranna says.

Seeing Loranna, I ignore the Nord, and head for her. Something curious, I feel. I don't know.

I guess I'm just paranoid. No matter. I shake off the feeling and greet the rapidly-drying woman, who seems the first friendly face I've gotten in this three minutes I've been here. I wave silently, staying back.

"Ah, Tharivor, my name is Hakan Ulfgard, Knight of the Imperial Dragon is my title...have a pint a mead on me." Hakan offers him a pint from his still stocked crate.

Louis picks up the small cube and asks the nearby sorcerer if he had any idea what it was.

The mer looked at the woman briefly, as if trying to remember something.
"Ah! Now I remember. I'm assuming the first three letters of your name are something like l-a-r and you're currently a Daedroth who happens to be a vassal of Azura, in which case my father told me to give a ring to someone looking like you. I don't know why though, but I suspect it had something to do with his insanity. And, uh, sorry about the beer."
The mer handed Loranna a ring.

"Do I know you from somewhere, Miss...?" I mouth the words at her. No one else notices... I think.

And then, rather suddenly, the tattoo on my face and neck scream with firy pain...

Walking in the night, the khajiit suddenly notices that he box is missing. He rushes around to find it, but to no avail.

"No!! I must have left it at the tavern!"

The khajiit runs back through the night but soon finds himself lost....

Archie comes round the front of the bar, scurrying between legs and barstools. She is momentarily stunned by the dazzling array of color and sound, but she feels that she is adjusting very well to this mammalian strangeness and is very proud of herself for fitting in so perfectly and without incident. She spies a strange rock under a barstool, something that she has never seen before: black, slightly rectangular, with grey and red beads across one surface. She picks it up, and notice that is it light for a rock, and that the beads seem to squash down. She presses a few of the beads....

Arynel waves his arm and the lute vanishes. The Breton watches the mer hand Loranna a ring.

"What is that?" He whispers.

"Oh no....." Says the sorcerer in a weak, and dejected tone.

"Its gonna start....."



The animuncili, its opening tirade of steampipe music over, Began to spin around its middle faster and faster, before stopping, and breaking out in a kind of music never before heard in all of Tamriel. The sound of electricity and metal buzzing and vibrating in the semblance of a voice----


"INTERGALACTIC!"

It then commences to dance in a feverish manner, knocking over tables and chairs........

loranna, seemingly forgeting about Maranda, gave her a chance to escape the tavern. Walking down the street, she thought herself lucky not to be caught by her.
'What are you doing?' a familiar voice said from behind her
Maranda, knew this voice instinctivly, but did not turn around
'Misteress, I have still not recovered...'
'Indeed you have not, but you should stay around here... if you ever want the chance to redeem yourself'
'Why?'
'Azura may be after the Robe...'
'But thats a bad thing...'
'indeed, if my sister gets a hold of that robe, you will indeed fail your mission. But you may have a chance to redeem yourself...'
'I'm listening...'

[O/T Basicly, I'm out of the tavern for the time being, I have uni to go to... but I'll be back]

B cannot believe his eyes or his ears. Things are really becoming strange.

Hakan steps back to avoid the swinging of the animunculi, Louis attempts casting a paralyze on it, hoping it's not immune to that spell.

Hakan looks at Darius, "my friend after this is over, you'll need more than just brandy."

Watching the mad animuculi, I unsheath my Black Blade of Distaster from under the folds of my robe...

"Let me think," Arynel begins. "A celebration, Lord Darius, strange things happening, where have I seen this before?"

"Maybe that whistle can stop this horrible thing." Arynel says. "It brought all of us to our knees."

Hakan drinks down the rest of his pint, laughing at Harg and giving Darius a nudge of the elbow.

A horse with a rider dressed in robes ,and wearing a Redoran Watchman's helm raced into town.The horse tripped on a indentation in the cobblestones and sent it's Rider flying.The rider flew through the air for the space of a secound, then hit the cobbble stones and skidded on the edge of the helmet across the stones, stopping outside the door of the tavern.

Reich moaned and pulled himself to his ffeet.Surprisely he could see clearly.Due to the fact the entirety of the front of the mushroom-shaped bonemold helmet had disintegrated from the impact."Good thing i wore a helmet."He mumbled before discarding the helmet in the street and walking in.

B walks over to the animunculi and taps it gently on the shoulder. "May I cut in?"

B begins to dance with the mechanical contraption and whispers softly, "Enough."

The mer grins and bows to Loranna.
"I am indeed. Rilis Direnni, one of Nelacar's triplets. And don't worry about the insanity part. And your name is something similar to Larna?"

The tavern door stood closed not but a scant few yards distant. Solin had been about to enter when he heard the strange music. The Dunmer hesitated wondering if entering the establishment was all that wise...

It was his first time to White Haven, it was a bit further west than he was used to traveling, however the trip hadn't taken long as he had been visiting with some like minded associates in the Imperial City before catching wind of the Lord Darius's celebration of scholarly and intellectual achievements.

Knowing full well what had happened at Darius's last event he pushed open the door and strode in.

Reichi stared at what apeared to be a Elf dancing with a large Dwemer machine.He blinked dimly and stood watching.

Driving me mad now?He enquired mentally of the wolf-side.
Nope....it'd make more sense if it was a wolf no?Came the reply.
Got a point there.
I always do.
Need i remind of the whole trying to bet to me when you have nothing to bet?
....Shuddap!

Hakan notices someone stumble in the door, he looks normal enough to the untrained eye, but Hakan feels there is something more to this one than the appearance would have you believe.

Louis keeps his hand on the hilt of his sword, in case the Animunculi's flailing gets out of hand..

Holding the weapon in front of me, I wonder what to do. Looking back, I see the new girl chatting away with someone else.

"So... uh.. what in Oblivion is that machine doing?"

The dancing animunculi blows sparks, and a hiss of steam, then is assualted by the uproarous cocaphony of bootsteps threatening to collapse the entire tavern. Its head tilts to one side, and built up steam pressure makes it spin in circles slowly, before blowing itself apart.

It its dying throws, it sings. "Interrrrrraaaaalllllllll....aaac......tic...."

"I'm glad that's over with." Arynel exclaims when the animunculi finally blows its fuses.

"Those wretched Telvanni..." The Breton curses under his breath.

Blinking, I sigh and lower the blade...

I realize that I've been invited to the most chaotic place in Tamriel. I need a drink.

B backs away as the animunculi finishes its dance. He turns and heads back to his seat. "I think I need another drink please."

Louis is put at ease when the contruct disassembles itself. He takes a seat near the door. Hakan walks up to him, "some party eh friend?" he says.

It stoped Solom thought "I need a breather" he said in a low voice walking outside

Reichi stood still watching the machine.Not expecting it to explode when it did.When it did explode one of the flying cogs flew towards him.Reichi grabbed a nearby Bosmer and held him up like a sheild.The bosmer cried out as the pieces hit him.After the pieces stopped flying Reichi dropped the poor elf to the ground.

"If I could have your attention everyone." Arynel exclaims. "I would like to know what all of you think about rumors of a reincarnation of Indoril Nerevar in Vvardenfell. Have any of you heard of this?"

I pull a bottle of Cyrodiilic Brandy from my bag and take a swig. Turning around, I stare at Loranna intently. I never received a response from her.

Reichi turned his attention to the man who made a annoucement about Indoril Nerevar and his Reincarnation.Of course Reichi knew of it.He hardly beleived it.Though considering his condition, it wasn't too far-fetched to happen.Considering what he heard happened afte rhe had been chased out of town.It was almost considerable as something that did happen.

"Its ABOvanilla waferELY PERPOSTEROUS!" Proclaims the telvanni sorcerer.

"Even it if WAS somehow the reincarnated essence, it would have no memory of ever having BEEN lord Nerevar! "

The sorcerer walks over to the steaming pile of debris, and sighs disheartened. Many months of research and labor had gone into that dancing party favor...... It was meant to be unveiled as a gift for the Archmagister as a joke, in the bottom levels of TelNaga.......

Turning away from the mess, He spots Ravir whispering something that is apparently very naughty into the ears of the breton barmaid, who was trying to clean up the glass from the floor...........

"Aye, i have!" said Hakan to Arynel, "and i met this 'Nerevarine' once too! An awesome sight to be sure, there may be no finer example of pure skill and power in all Tamriel"

Batting off the few light peices of debris with a gloved hand, Solin survays the room looking for Darius. This time he hoped to greet the Lord in a somewhat timely manner. His red eyes spot the his esteemed host downing brandy, hefting his slightly bulged pack over his shoulder he makes his way throught the crowd towards Darius, however, before he arrives a Breton attracts the attention of most every eye in the room.

A reincarnation of Indoril Nerevar? I stifle a laugh. A Nerevarine. Heresy to the Tribunal Temple, but everyone from Morrowind knows that. Seeing this reincarnation in the flesh would be interesting, but I would not be upset. I'm an Azura worshipper, not a member of the Temple...

"Ah, you good sir." Arynel says to Hakan. "You say you've seen the Nerevarine, what was he like, do tell?"

Solom came back in hearing another conversation about the Nerevarine. He rested his back onto a wall "If I may have a word, I was told he reunited the Ashlander tribes" he said in a high voice so people coukd here him

Hello, ma'am," I say in my most curteous voice. "Who might you be?

Briefly turning away for a split second, "He also became Hortator of the Great Houses! I have not seen him myself, but everyone in Vvardenfell has heard of him!

Hakan walks over and takes a seat near where the barmaid is cleaning, "well Mr Khajiit, Ravir is it? You're not going to steal away this lovely lady from everyone are you?" said Hakan smiling confidently.

Louis watches everyone in the room, getting a good laugh for himself, especially at his friend Hakan, maybe he would spice things up a bit for more amusement.

"Incredible." The Breton says after hearing Solom speak. "I would not think it possible to do such a thing."

Rilis turned to Arynel.
"I've heard of it, and I've heard enough about that Vivec fellow to know that anything he endorses is likely to be a lie. But I don't think this is a lie: My great-uncle had a case of coprus, but now he's starting to have the intelligence of a 5-year old again. But, seeing as how he's in his late 3rd millenium of life, I don't really call that much progress. And I have a friend in the Tribunal Temple, and he says that Red Mountain has clear skies."

Ra'vir is only trying to be helpful..... in any way he can.

Said Ra'vir with a smile, before giving the bar maid a wink, and assisting her with the dust pan........

"Well I'm glad that there is some progress, even if it is but little." Arynel says to Rilis. "I do not know if I beleive the stories or not, but they interest me greatly."

Looking up, I shout, "Look, I'm from Vvardenfell. I can tell you all I've heard of the Nerevarine, but I cannot tell you who he is."

Hearing a shout, Arynel speaks: "What, was is it you've heard about the Nerevaine."

"Ah yes, the Nerevarine, mountain of a man, tall as me, even taller, yet extremely quick and agile, there isn't a weapon that can be weilded or a spell that can be cast that he can't do. I saw him leaving a 6th house base once, with legions of Dagoth ur's servants following, and he slew every one, i was too amazed by the sight to go help him! I've heard stories though that he, is in fact, a woman! Imagine that! Nerevar reborn as a woman...he certainly looked like no woman i've ever seen"

"Yes, you are right of course." Arynel says to Reichi. "I only use the word he for simplification, I understand perfectly well that the Nerevain, provided the stories are true, could be female."

My thanks. But have you ever read this Vivec's so-called Sermons? I've never read such a perverted set of books in my life, unless you count a holy book of Dibella.
Rilis turned to Hakan. "A woman you say? From what I've heard, the Temple would have a spastic fit over that. Heh heh. And probably some of the Great House leaders, too."

Louis jumped in at the intriguing conversation, "Wouldn't it be something, if the Nerevarine were someone in this room? There are many here from Vvardenfell.."

"Why yes, I have read the sermons." Arynel says. "Very strange, fascinating, but strange."

I turn away from Loranna again.

"The Nerevarine. A man born under a certain sign to uncertain parents. He reunited the tribes of the Ashlands under the assurance that he would drive out the n'wah. He became Hortator of all 3 Great Houses, and is even my leader in House Hlaalu, though he travels so much I have seen him not. It is rumored he killed the Tribunal Goddess Almalexia with Nerevar's blade, Trueflame. He went to the island of Solstheim and united the Nords there.

He leads the Mages, Thieves, and Fighters guild by rank. Ironically, he is the leader of the Temple as well. The Imperial Cult accepts him as the religion's religious leader. He is the Knight of the Garland in the Imperial Legion. He owns a stronghold on Odai Plateau, protected by Winged Twilights and both man and mer."

Turning back, I look at Loranna. "My name is Tharivor Vehkem... Your... lady...? Do you mean... by the Saint..."

Hakan laughed, "Yes! yes they would, they would not like the Nerevarine to be a woman one bit...anything can happen i suppose, but from where i was standing, he looked like a man."

"Incredible!" Arynel exclaims hearing Tharivor speak. "For one person to do all that, I can hardly believe it. 'Tis a great story, I do declare."

.....Looking at the remains of the animunculi, and sighing heavily.


"Yes. Anything can happen......"

The cloudy mist over his eyes dispersing.

"But I heard he was a nodric male, who arrived in Seda Neen."

OOC: I will return in approximately three hours. I hope your all still on. It's time to write an essay!!!111oneone

"I too have heard the Nerevain arrived in Seda Neen." Arynel said. "But I have heard much disagreement over his race."

"Yes, he did appear Nordic from my eyes," said Hakan, "say, who do you think would win between the Hero of Daggerfall and the Nerevarine?"

Darius says "But surely if one man headed all the guilds in Vvardenfell, we'd have heard about it here? I mean, it's rare to see people rising to guildmaster in two guilds let alone four or more ..."

Loranna nods to Tharivor. " ... Yes; I am Loranna, who is Azura. Though don't expect us to be quite as you may have recalled; things have ... changed."

"Race, age, gender, favorite food.It is nothing really.The deeds are still done are they not?"Reichi spoke once again.

"I did not think of comparing the two, Hakan." Arynel admits. The Breton lets his tongue protrude from his lips slightly and gazes around the room.

"Reichi speaks truly, it is the deeds of a man, or woman, that speak of them, not their appearance," said Hakan.

While deeply entrenched in the conversation, Ravir and the barmaid slip out of the common room, and up the stairs...

The telvanni sorcerer notices, but only glares.

"Indeed. I even heard he had become archmagister of Great House Telvanni, but from my angle, Gothren is still alive and well."

"I have heard," Arynel begins with a smile. "That soon after the Nerevain arrived, the ash storms ceased around Red Mountain."

Rilis turns to Reichi.
"You speak wisdom, friend."

When it comes to the topic of the Nerevarine, B is mildly curious. He listens attentively.

"Yes, they have," said Louis, i have seen no more in quite some time. Louis steps outside for a bit of fresh air. Hakan grows tired and falls asleep for 20 minutes with his head on a table.

Reichi grinned.He hadn't thought the words were that wise.Apprently despite being flung like a crossbow bolt his brain hadn't been rattled to badly.

Allerleirauh handed her horse to the stableboy outside and stomped the mud from her boots. High Rock was as dirty as it had ever been, and in anything smaller than Daggerfall itself, the streets were more muck than street.

She smiled and nodded to Loranna as she entered. All okay. Well, as well as can be expected.

She had heard a strange story from a woman of the streets near the docks; but no one spoke of daedra, and so far the skies were clear.

This night she wore traveling clothes; a heavy cloth skirt which laced up the front over a man's breeches and boots. She flipped her fur cloak back and looked for a drink.

Noticing that Lord Darius seems to be rather engrossed in the current tavern wide conversation Solin opens his pack and removes the fine brandy at the same time unintentionally revealing a number of large bound books in his pack to anyone watching. With a nod and a smile he slides the bottle onto the Darius's table and returns to listening to the common room talk only mildly interested.

"I have heard that the Nerevain bore Nerevar's own signet ring." Arynel began. "Star-and-Moon, I believe it was called."

Reichi's thirst got the better of him and he wandered over to the bar.Where he bought a Alcoholi drink he couldn't rember the name of and began to drink it.

You know.Khajiit goes wonderfully with Alcohol.

Will you stop it already you mutt?

Im Hungry!

Well...Whining won't get you anywhere.

You #$%...

Walking up to Lord Darius, Rilis decided to strike up a conversation with him.
"You know, I've always wondered why the soil around the Nibenay was red. I figured that, since you were a native, you might know something from a folktale or such about that. Hm?"

Arynel notices a number of books in Solin's pack.

"As a sorcerer, I am rather interested in how a mortal can be reincarnated though." Said the weary hearted wizard, moisture dripping from the edges of his robes. He passed a large bag of coins to the Innkeeper for the massive ammounts of dammage his creations had caused. The innkeeper still looked baleful, despite the rather weighty bag he had just recived.

"I may not look it, but I am well over 100 years old, and getting a bit rickety for an old nord. Getting a new body would be downright convenient. If this Nerevarine is the real-deal, I'd very much like to know how he did it. You dont suppose those ...Daedra... had anything to do with it?

[OCC, still out of play, just arrived at uni, might add a little info]

Maranda stood thier, still unable to turn around
'You may turn around, follower. I havew a mission for you.'
She turned around, 'What, pray tell, might that mission be?'
Meridia held in her hand a ring, 'Deliver this ring to a certian indervidual within that tavern (OOC, still don't know who), fate may of brought you here, Maranda, but it is I you will serve. I have a feeling more of my siblings might turn up, so I have talked to a certian lord Fyr and gained posession of the sacred mace, Scourage,' she clicked her fingers, and the mace appered, hovering in the air, 'If one of my Siblings attempts to interrupt you, feel free to return them to oblivion... do not fail me again, mortal!' Meridia said, dissapering into thin air. Maranda took the hovering Scourage from the sky, and hid it under her robes, and picked up the Signet Ring, looking at it strangley. It was not enchanted, in fact, it looked rather cheap. Wondering what on earth Meridia was on about, and why this riing was so important that she would be given such a legendry weapon. she sat down on a nearby chair, looking at the moonlight...

[OOC, my character is still out of play]

"That is a great mystery indeed." Arynel says to the Nordic wizard. "I do not know how the Nerevain was reincarnated, but I have heard he had some connections with daedra. I even heard he battled Hircine."

Already the scholars were arguing. Allerleirauh noticed Arynel at the apex of the discussion and smiled; the room was crowded, and she couldn't be sure she'd caught his eye.

Were they talking about the Nerevarine? Surely that was a recipe for a brawl.

"If Azura is among us," she interjected, "Why not ask her about the secrets of dusk and dawn, and how some mortals are born more than once?"

B gets up and heads to a back room to rest for a while.

"Might just as well sell your soul for the recipie for nut-bread, for all the good that would do us." Said the sorcerer.

"THe Daedra are not to be taken lightly on such matters."

Loranna-Azura sighs quietly, and speaks to Allerleirauh's mind:

... The forces I sensed found their way here; fancy that. One of mine from a while ago and one of my sister Meridia's, of all the people. But at least none of his right now, other than the usual chaos that surrounds this Darius man.

... Oh and thank you for pointing me out to them like that, Daughter Dear ... she adds with a sardonic tone. I think I shall tell them that you are the Nerevarine, only that you were temporarily under Vivec's influnece and destroyed Dagoth Ur while wearing no pants.

Darius, meanwhile, blinks. "The red soil ... well, um, hmm; I don't recall any specific folktale about that this moment ... hmm; is that dagoth brandy I smell ...?"

Finally working up the composure to address his host, The telvanni gets up and totters over to the poor shaken man.

"Dont worry, I'll pay." Said the wizard. "You have enough troubles after that whole escapade with that ballroom I hear.... Nasty business with Daedra...."

Allerleirauh's smile widened. "I'm well! Although it's strange seeing High Rock after so many years away. I used to know every bit of this ground."

To the Telvanni, she said, "Sir, the daedra are not to be trusted, true; but they can be understood and predicted, to a degree, if one anticipates their interests."

In response to Loranna/Azura's words, she swept the crowd with her eyes, noting several unusual characters.

Turning back to Allerleirauh: "Yes, if you want to risk appearing haughty, and brazen. The Daedra represent embodyments of change, and dareing to think for even a moment that you can second guess them is like linviting Plagious over for dinner. It's just not a smart thing."

"I don't smell it. You know, I hear that's brewed with corprus weepings. Might not want to go chugging that, regardless of how exotic your tastes in liquor are. Hmm... I need to go see that Telvanni fellow about lighting my pipe." Rilis wandered over to the Telvanni, pawing his pipe and a soulgem.

"I believe even Azura herself has been tricked before." Arynel intervened.

"All honor to you though, dear lady." The Breton says to loranna-Azura.

"Made to look a fool, I think, rather than tricked, if I recall the story you mean, Arynel," Allie said.

She bowed in the direction of the Telvanni. "It's possible to stand upright on very slippery ground... but better not to venture there at all, I think. I would be surprised if one of your House thought so, though."

*Several faint bangs can be heard from the back of the tavern, echoing into the street. Smoke pours from the alleyways, an odd pinkish color. A garbled mess of curses can be heard.*
*Footsteps can be heard from the back entrance*
*A young woman steps in quietly, blushing furiously. Her favorite faded navy blue robes, now covered in neon soot, seem to have been clumsly stiched together, and her wheat-brown hair is tousled. But she seems happy as she adjusts her glass pauldrons, and meekly pays for some flin before dropping an odd bag upon the ground and turning to enjoy the discussion. She notices the many stares she is receiving, but motions (rather rudely) for everyone to get on with their day*

Reichi watched Loranna.her eyes seemed to change colors.He blinked and then looked to his drink.There were two possible explanations.The first one invlving something funny being in the drinks, and the secound being that Reichi was seeing things.

When the room quieted Solom left to his room for some rest

Seeing that the conversation had died down some, Arynel waved his arms and conjured up a lute.

He begins to sing:

They say
The Iliac Bay
Is the place to barrel around
Without a bit of apparel on,
As advertised in that carol song
A tune that's sung as the west wind blows
About it lovely not wearing any clothes.
Ladies singing high notes, men singing lows,
Implying that the most luscious depravity
And complete absence of serious gravity
Can only be found in the waterous cavity
Of Iliac Bay...

at Allerleirauh: "I used to be more brazen in my old age... But some recent events have made me more cautious of late. I'd rather not bump into any Daedric princes for awhile."

Then turning to the man walking up to him. "And what do you want?"

Allerleirauh glanced at the new arrival, then away.

Scholars... would no one offer a lady a drink? She found herself distracted from the scholarly conversation by her need for a large ale - not mead, any mead found in Daggerfall was sure to be no better than water. Where was Harg? Surely a fellow Nord would help a lady in distress.

Reichi, recognizing the song.Began to join in singing it.Swaying back and forth.

Loranna-Azura frowns. " ... No questions?" she asks, looking at the various mortals before her. " ... I promise not to break anything."

Harg comes in, looking pleased and dusting off his hands.

Hakan wakes up at his table after hearing the faint sound of music in his sleeping ears. Louis walks back in after taking a walk around town.

"Questions?" Reichi mutters looking back to the Woman."Break anything.....what?"He continued to look at her confusedly.

Hakan stands up, "Ah milady Allerleirauh, i have here by me a whole case of mead! Of no finer vintage than any can bring, 3e262"

*Chuckles softly, and begins using the words to the tune of 'Hail Cyrodil'*

OOC: That's mer to you, Wierd.

"I would like to know if you could enchant a pipe of mine, preferably on the spot. I'd do it myself, but.... I did not inherit the family talent for magickal matters. I need it to be able to light when I put something in it. I can provide the soul, and pay well. I am, after all, a Direnni."