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[dragonben]

Frog

Turning to Sonnoba, well if you agree we seem to have a companion, he's a bit scrawny but you and me should be able to keep the real big boys away from him. Turning back to Gratch he gives him a toothy grin. Your bow might mean more to us than your sword and if you happen to have some lockpics that might help aswell.

As for arrows, ask Fairgoth over there. Indicating in her direction. If you join us we can all go together and work on a strategy for I bet we will need one.

[xavori]

"Yes, of course..." muttered Ander under his breath as he took the scroll and filled the requested information. When he's done, he gives the information back to Zow.

Name - Ander
Race - Imperial
Age - Thirty two
Weapons - Two-handed mace
Armour - Iron platemail
Potions - Three Healing potions
Scrolls - None
Enchanted Items - None
Other - None

[CertifiableX]

[Sonnaba]

For character description, please click HERE

Nodding at Frog’s well timed suggestion, Sonnaba joined him at the bar and took a swig of ale (emptying half of the tankard).

Sonnaba’s eyebrows raised in amusement as he turned and looked down at the unsteady wood elf saluting him. He appraised the elf, noting the fire smoldering in his eyes as he mentioned revenge: always a powerful motivator.

He glanced at Frog and raised his eyebrow, questioningly… then returned to the wood elf.

“Hail Gratch. Arrows we get, if you be right. Tell us you story…”

[gnaag]

Suddenly the charm of spell casted by ring vanished. From Gnaag's mouth were pouring only some comic sounds. Gnaag turned red, because now it wasn't very pleasant to listen. He stopped his doing and told to his new companions.

"Sorry for little interruption but I actualy wasn't the master of myself. I was thinking a bit. I probably should get some healing potions in case of being out of my power. And if someone had an extra buckler it could be also of use to me."

Then he turned to Emeralda and with the blink of his eye added:

"Finally we are accepted and I am pleased to be in one party with you, the prettiest rose of this garden. I would like to accompany you in our way of searching for some necessary equipment. "

[thesilentpyro]

Ralaith was a little disgusted at Gnaag's display. "I am glad you two get along well, together, but don't let romance distract you from your mission. The beasts of the Void are not to be taken lightly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm out for some supplies."

With that, Ralaith slipped off, out of the smelly, crowded, blood-spattered excuse for a pub. It was good to get out into the clean air again. Ralaith had no problems with taverns in general, but loud noises and crowded places made him uncomfortable, and there were too many people in there shouting to get groups together for his liking.

With a sigh, Ralaith disappeared into the shadows. As usual, he carried no gold, only a piece of silver or two to pay for drinks, but, from what Fairgoth had said, he had a right to liberate his necessary supplies from the local populace--after all, he would be working to save his life, right? He quickly found the nearest mage's supply and proceeded to locate an enchanted item or two to give him some magickal power--something his party, it seemed, was extremely lacking in. Oh well. he needed two companions to accompany Erunanion and himself, and these two would serve, if they weren't too busy muttering disgusting, mushy love words towards each other. Oh, how he hoped Gnaag had some better poems.

[denizsi]

"Quite a pickle today, isn't it?" Antehelios said sarcastically to the woman waiting by the door. "It is as if the world was spiralling towards madness... I'm Antehelios, by the way, and you are?"

Vienne, already feeling embarassed by how fast things happened and how useless she ended up, didn't feel comfortable with what looked to be an innocent little attempt on chit-chat by yet another stranger, who called himself Antehelios. She didn't know how long she stood there like a mannequin.

"Excuse me.."She remembered she needed fresh air -as fresh as it could get around the Alit, and turned to step towards the door after speaking those mere two words to Antehelios in a soft and low voice.

After spending some time outside, catching her breathe, she saw a familiar face in the distance, an old man. She finally recognized him as he walked closer; call it fate, or luck, she saw that he was the mage she last saw in Kvatch, who was supposed to teleport them away to safety and whom she thought to be dead already, with her noble friend.

Vienne put her hood down, revealing her face covered with blood and make-up mixed. She personally knew him before he would be there in Kvatch to aid them. Old mage recognized her in turn as he saw her and he spoke to her. He explained all that has happened. Apparently he thought that the closest place that would be safe and wouldn't require a great deal of concentration would be Cyrodiil. He was interrupted by the sudden assault on them by the Daedra however, so he couldn't cast the spell right. Vienne quickly asked about her noble friend. He was wounded but would live, as the old mage said, and proposed her to go quickly to the manor they would reside while in Cyrodiil, and Vienne accepted it all too happily.

Vienne thought this was almost unreal. After falling to a pit of filth, where scums of any kind from any race was present, who could be her only chance for looking for Edre in short term, as she thought, she was back in safety once again, and would soon be in a comfortable position she's accustomed to, where she could worry less about herself among low-lives in a way she couldn't control, and more about her missing daughter. She could even send a spy to the Alit now, and any other movement like the one in there.

Soon, Vienne and her old mage acquintance were nowhere to be found in vicinity of that scum-hole, The Drunken Alit.


[OOC]Sorry for joining the game out of nowhere with lengthy posts, and leaving likewise now. I was really excited about roleplaying such a subjectively weak, non-combatant character. I've thought that it would be a fun challenge to play an evasive character and force her to interact with others in a reluctant way, but I have immediate health issues to attend to and I won't be able to put up with long hours on the computer for some time. Good luck everyone.[OOC]

[Tehfonz]

It seemed to Gratch that his destiny indeed had lead him to this place. The two big man had accepted him. Allthough they did not look as though they saw him as more than a mere child, Gratch was sure they would in time acknowledge his skill.

He joined them at the bar and ordered himself a mug of ale to, tossing his last coins on the counter saying: "First of all, I travel light. Let these last heavy coins of gold pay for your drinks and not way me down anymore." He took a big gulp of his own ale to show them he was not just a boy. The ale was strong and burned all the way down his throught but Gratch managed not to show a sign of his distress. He knew that if he ever had to travel with these man, he had to at least outlive the alcohol they consumed effortlessly.

From the corner of his eye he saw a small figure heading out the door, trying not to be noticed. Gratch thought she had been called Vienne or someting like that. Just as the door closed Gratch nodded his farewell.

He didn't know if they even noticed his display of heavy drinking, but they soon encouraged him to tell his story...

They beer had loosened his tong a bit and the friendly 'smiles' of the men made him feel a lil more comfortable so he started telling about the day he came home.
Having spend most of his life in the woods, Gratch wasn't very at ease in this crouded place but story telling was something he was good at. He had learned to do so to keep himself busy during the long cold nights alone.

The men listened carefully and Gratch was only interupted by the sounds of their drinking. The looks of understanding and anger the men gave Gratch when he told them about his parents proofed Gratch that these man had seen their share of vile beasts and death in their lives to.

Finally Gratch came to the part where he was assaulted by the four robbers a few days ago.
"I think it was about late in the evening, but in those wretched lands it might have been afternoon just as wel. I felt a presence more then I really saw it. I reached for my sword and just as I heard the first man jump at me from behind I rolled around. Using the momentum I could stand up and slice the mans throught just before he got his balance back. The man hadn't hit the ground or the string of my bow was vibrating from the shot in the chest the second man got. A third came out of nowhere from my left and using my arrow I took out his right eye. Bloody faced he could not see me, he walked right of the cliff trying to get me. Just as I thought I was safe a fourth man jumped in front of me, he was as big as an grown guar and even the more had he the smell of one. I took my sword in order to defend myself from his large rusty axe. Here my size was to my advantage, laughing at me he stepped forward ready to walk right over me. The man couldn't finish his step as the tip of my sword drove into his gut, more wasn't needed. The paralysing magic of my sword froze him instantly. I will not add how I left him behind." Gratch fell silent, the memory brought back the terror and the anger he had felt. For a moment, these men had killed his parents and this would give his vengeange. But after he had done it he had felt no sattisfaction.

[ominae]

Still waiting for the other members of the group to fill out the form, Zow took the oppertunity to restock what he could. He walked towards Fairgoth, placing his goggles back on his face (to hide his eyes from Fairgoth) for he did not want to look at Fairgoth.

"You supply arrows? Is it possible to have 100 of your finest? And perhaps 5 healing potions" Zow asks, in an uncomfortable way.

[CertifiableX]

[Sonnaba]

For character description, please click HERE

Gratch joined Frog and Sonnaba as they waited beside the bar. Sonnaba smiled to himself as the Elf offered his “last” gold to buy drinks for the night. Charity, he had learned long ago, had its time and place…and a filthy tavern was not usually one of them. His eyes twinkled even more as the boy strove to nonchalantly swallow the strong and bitter brew.

Politely listening to the young man’s tale, he was struck by the sincerity and lack of bravado in the words. With anyone else, he would have attributed most of the deeds described to the ale… but either this lad was telling it straight, or he was the best bard Sonnaba had ever seen. Both options could prove useful, but by the end, he was leaning towards the former.

“Thanks for ale, Gratch. Here.” He handed Gratch the change from the first round. “We be team, and team shares. Me get next round.” He ordered another round and glanced up at the form floating in the smoky air.

“You story very sad. If we live, I help you find parent killers, if you have me. Just remember, steel only strong after tempering, and the gods tempering hurt like silt-strider on little toe.”

Turning to his two new companions, he motioned up to the form. “We need fill out.”

He then removed a blank parchment, pen, and inkwell from his robe and looked at them expectantly.

[cuchlann]

Moreton sat at the bar quite a while, drinking a bit more slowly than he was used to, as he hoped some interested parties would appear from the press - it didn't seem to be happening, of course. He paid for the drinks he'd had, and said something about not really making a start on a good night, when Oroko spoke to him.

"Oh," Moreton said, "no one's been interested as far as I've seen, no. I did give quite a nice oration, honestly, if I had to say so myself. Most have ignored me - rather like my father, that, if you'd like to know, by the way - so I do have to say so myself, I'm afraid. We'll be placed with someone, I'm sure. Do you think we should wait until we're four to fill in this bloody form floating about behind my eyes, by the by?" Moreton stood up. "Well," he said to Oroko, "I need to dash off for a bit, to ask that stunning little elf about perhaps a bow, and maybe a bit of liquid protection on the road ahead."

Moreton wiggled his way through the crowd and finally made it to where Oroko had pointed; Fairgoth stood there. "Excuse me," he said to her, with his best "honestly, teacher, I'm just here to chat and not at all meaning to ask you for something smile," should I be talking to you about weaponry? I have my own set of knives, tucked about here and there, but I'd like to get a bow from you - with accompanying arrows, obviously - if that's at all possible?" He ran a hand over his head. "I'd tip my hat for you, lady, but I'm afraid I lost it while traveling - quite a good hat, too, in a nice bright red. Oh, and would it be at all possible to get a few potions, as well? Useful things, potions, for healing oneself and poisoning knives, you know." He waited, smiling as broadly as he could possibly.