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[Masurao]

[OOC: Taking some freedom with acquiring armor here, please tell me if I should adjust my post.]

Hearing that Fygge wants everyone to get ready so they can present themselves as groups, Garrick realizes this means he'll have to postpone his foraging plans for at least a few hours or so. Before he left to scrounge up equipment, the Altmer gave Ulf, Wulfgar and Ismail a meaningful look, hoping they would join him as he had asked. The High Elf knew there were many fine men in the camp, but with the limitation set at four, he had no choice but to go with the first three he had asked. For now.

Walking back towards the camp after picking up Skullsplicer, Garrick heads to the nearest of Fygge's mercenaries and asks about armor. Mentioning he'd rather go to wherever it is kept so he can choose himself, he will go to wherever the armor is stored.
Going through the armor the mercenaries have but don't use, Garrick is glad they keep everything in good condition, even if it is not the best armor out there. Though not much for a certain kind of armor, the Altmer was drawn to a particularly intimidating Nordic helm. Those monsters might not care much for appearances, but if it bolsters my confidence, who gives? Garrick thought with a smile.
After the helm, the search was not too interesting, most of the armor was steel or iron, but a certain cuirass caught Garrick's eye. It was shining black. Ebony? the Altmer thought excited as he closed in on the item. He picked it up and gave it a good look; the armor was in good shape and it did have a nice shine to it. The only disappointing fact was that the blackness appeared to be simple soot that was rubbed on permanently after several polishings: it was a Nordic iron cuirass.
With a smile at his foolishness, Garrick donned the soot-cuirass and collected other pieces of steel armor to finish the suit up. With the Nordic helm under his arm and a shield on his back, Garrick left to find himself a back up weapon. No longer an Altmer dressed like a peasant, Garrick finally looked like a Battlemage should.

Finding a weapon rack with axes on it, Garrick look for a simple but sturdy one-handed axe, preferably silver, as it was rumoured to pierce many types of mystical damage resistance, like Skullsplicer did. The named axe, however, was meant for two-handed use and while Garrick's skill with shields was not too great, he was not stupid enough to leave such an advantage behind.
Hanging whatever axe he would find most appropriate from his belt (Skullsplicer was strapped over his shield), Garrick went to a spot where he could wait for Ulf, Ismail and Wulfgar. In the meantime, he would get used to the armor's weight and (in)flexibility.

[Morgoth]

When Wulfgar started from the stream towards the camp again, he saw Ulf coming closer, who stripped off his clothes and took a bath in the stream as well.
The body that had become visible under the clothes was covered with cuts and smaller wounds, certainly inflicted by some animal - they reminded Wulfgar of the wounds he had seen on others who had survived fights against werewolves. Has this person fought against a werewolf, too? Wulfgar wondered.
But at the moment he had not much time to ponder that question. Reporting to Fygge or his paladins was what Wulfgar would do prior to anything else - there would be no point in spending greater amounts of time in this camp if in the end he would not be accepted by Fygge to fight against the creatures from Oblivion.

[elftor]

Shunning the thought of being equipped by others Lui decides to take Garricks advice and starts to forage for ingredients to make shielding potions. If my visions are correct we wil be needing fire shields most. Hmmm lets see first we need, Uhh, Ahh yes here we go some comberry. And then some....

Lui continues to forage for the ingredients for fire shield potions and then gathers some bittergreen petals for an invisibility potion or two. Once he has finished he goes back to Ulf's laboratory and starts to grind up his finds. Hmm I wonder what they went off to get. Hopefully they are not gathering what I already have. Though excess would not be unwelcomed in this kind of situation.

Lui continues his work and upon the other's return he states, "I have gathered all the ingredients for fire shields but a diamond is needed to finish the invisibility potion".

[ixnos]

Upon hearing Fygge's words, Kane was already deciding which weapon to drop. For him this would be the task at hand since no matter where he has gone, he has always carried three weapons, the nordic longsword being his first and most favoured, the daedric claymore for if the nordic longsword dies on him or is lost or if bigger enemies oppose him and lastly his iron dagger incase he is overthrown with the enemy on top or him on top of the enemy.

Problem was that the iron dagger was rarely used yet it was there as a safety net, not to mention if he was ever taken prisoner, it could help him out of any situation, his dagger to him was like a pick lock to a woodelf...no thief without it. His thinking can be clearly seen upon his face as he motions his new found friends his problem.

"Looks like we shall be the last to go since we can't leave without the alchemist...unfortunatly I have a problem and if I don't sort it soon then I will stopped from going...I hold three weapons, all valuable to me, my Nordic Longsword, Daedric Claymore and Iron Dagger...the dagger is the one I am thinking about dropping, yet, who knows what we will be facing and even though I shall be with three others, the dagger comes in handy for last resort sneak attacks when the enemy isn't expecting it...hmmm"

Kane picks up his daedric cuirass, looking at the neatly placed dagger with the hilt close to the edge and facing outwards to the right for easy grabbing and handling, he places the cuirass back on while glancing around the camp, some known as magic users and alchemists off to grab ingredients while many others go to be equipped, maybe when the time comes, Kane could speak to Fygge and present his arguement, then again if he did that, he wouldn't have a task ahead to deal with two weapons and not three.

[sesmar]

As the Bosmer walked away leaving Sesmar confused and slightly bewildered by what seemed to be a lack of confidence in Fygge and still unclear who these guards the Bosmer mentioned were, Sesmar decided that simply listening to the people around him might give him a better idea of what was going on. With this in mind Sesmar took a moment to survey the surrounding encampment, finding a place where he could sit and meditate. For the last twenty years Sesmar had lived a quiet life, he was not used to the commotion and liveliness of the mercenary camp, here everyone seemed to be talking all at once, some arguing, others offering kind words of support and some just sitting around reliving the tales of their past.

Once Sesmar had taken sometime to process the onslaught of information that came pouring in from the people all around he had a decent idea of what was going on and what had taken place, apparently, only moments before he had arrived. During his meditation he had also learned a little more about their mysterious leader, Fygge, and who these guards the Bosmer spoke of were. Realizing that he would not be able to appeal to Fygge himself but instead would have to speak with one of his Paladins, Sesmar rose and approached the one nearest him whom he believe went by the name of Orlando.

As Sesmar approached the Paladin he bowed politely and said “Hello kind Sir, I am Sesmar Alaharnok and I have traveled a long and perilous journey with the hopes of joining the mercenaries forming under the leadership of Fygge Ropemuscles. I do not have any great battles to tell of and bards do not sing songs or tell stories of praise in my name; however, I have studied the arts of alchemy and minor restoration and over the last twenty years I have become rather proficient in hand-to-hand combat, blunt weapons, particularly with my staff here, and I am an expect marksman. I wish to join you in this battle against the evil that pours into our world from Oblivion, not for money or for glory and fame, these things mean little to me, I wish only to help protect the innocent and future generation from having to witness the horrible sights that I have seen. When I was only about ten years of age I was forced to watch my father brutally murdered and an even worse fate befall my mother, for I can not even speak of the things they did to her. When the orcs had finished with my mother and had thrown her broken, lifeless body aside they beat me to within inches of death, simply for the sheer pleasure of it, leaving me for dead, lying in the middle of the road.”

Sesmar paused for a moment to regain his composure, the trauma of that day flooding back to him. “I’m sorry, luckily for me, I was discovered by a monk that just happened to be passing through the area. The monk took me back to his monastery and nursed me back to health, at which time I decided to remain there and join the Brotherhood of the Mantis. Throughout the years I have never forgotten how I have come to be who I am and now, I simply wish to prevent future children from having to grow up with memories as painful as mine.”

When he had finished speaking Sesmar turned around and walked over to a makeshift alchemy lab that had been setup by an older bedraggled looking Nord. While the Nord, whom he believed to be named Ulf, was no longer sitting at the lab several others seemed to have gathered around it either offering suggestion as to what kind of potions would be good to have or making potions of their own. “Here” Sesmar thought, “would be a good place to introduce myself to a few more people.” At that, Sesmar bowed politely to those gathered around the lab and said “Hello, I am Sesmar Alaharnok of the Brotherhood of the Mantis, as I understand it we are to be forming groups to ready ourselves for teleportation to the rifts stemming from Oblivion. I am a skilled alchemist and an expert marksmen, I do understand that many of you have already begun forming your groups and would just like to offer my help if anyone still has room for one more.”

No sooner then he had finished introducing himself Sesmar heard a large burly looking Nord with a patch covering one of his eyes begin to make an announcement. Sesmar then realized that this must be Fygge. The Nord matched the descriptions of him Sesmar had heard around the camp and he sure seemed to be in charge of things. After listening to his announcement and making a mental note to report his staff to the Paladins, Sesmar turned his attention back to the makeshift alchemy lab and began making preparations for the expedition ahead.

[Malchik]

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[sesmar]

Sesmar started out by mixing up a few more restore health potions from the ingredients he carried in his traveling sack, once his supply of saltrice and marshmerrow had been depleted he decided to forage the surrounding hillsides for more ingredients. First he gathered some saltrice and wickwheat for their healing attributes, as well as, some corkbulb root and willow anther for their ability to loosen muscles and joints affected by paralysis. When he had determined that he had enough of these ingredients he began to look for some red, green, and black lichen along with some roobrush, which could be used in curing some common diseases and poisons. When Sesmar was satisfied with his stock of ingredients he returned to the Nords makeshift alchemy lab and began mixing once again.

When Sesmar had finished mixing his second batch of potions, he believed this to be as good of a time as any to report his staff to one of Fygee’s Paladins. As Sesmar approached the Paladin named Olivier he bowed politely and said “Good day, Sir Olivier, I am Sesmar Alaharnok and while I do not know if I have yet been selected to enter one of the rifts, I am here to report what magical items I am carrying. The only thing I have to report is my staff which, to my knowledge, only possesses the ability to withstand an enormous amount of pressure with out breaking. As for armor, I am not accustomed to wearing any; although, I do feel that given the current situation I may wish to have a little extra protection for my upper body. If you would happen to have a padded or netch leather cuirass, I believe, I may be able put it to good use.”

[theRAIDER]

Arcos sat by the stream sharpening the Windscythe with a sharpening stone from his pack. The blade cast away sparks as he moved the small sharpening stone across the edge, giving off the heat associated with enchanted blades as they were sharpened or reforged.

He looked upriver quickly, then downriver, wary of what he had heard the other mercenaries speak about, but secure knowing there was more than a small band of mercenaries nearby.

He heard the movement of another man nearby, and he looked up only quickly to see it was one of the Paladins that appeared to be the personal guard of the mercenary leader. The armor of the Paladins was majestic, quite superb craftsmanship, Arcos noted, but doubtless inferior to the armor of one blessed by a god.

Arcos suddenly had a thought, and wished it away, but it did not go away. "You there. Paladin?" Arcos said, rising.

The Paladin looked over at him. "I am. What do you want of me, Dark Elf?"

"What is your name, Sir Paladin?"

"I am Orlando, Paladin. What do you ask of me, Hand?"

Arcos smiled. "I see you are familiar with the ways of Morrowind. You knew elves I presume?"

Orlando did not answer.

"Do you wish to duel, Sir Orlando?" Arcos asked abruptly. "My skills have been dormant fighting off the simple creatures of the hills, and I long for combat with a worthy opponent."

Orlando considered this. "Very well, Hand. We shall duel." He drew a great and proud claymore the manufacture of which was unknown to Arcos, and Arcos himself drew the Windscythe.

Orlando struck first, with a light blow, not meant to damage, which Arcos parried to the side and slashed at Orlando's middle. Orlando stepped back and attempted another chop at Arcos' shoulder, only to have Arcos step aside and try for another slash. Orlando turned and parried the slash, parrying with a sideways thrust that caught Arcos off balance momentarily and nearly caught his armor. Instead, Arcos leaped backwards and dove toward Orlando, a thrust strike ready. Orlando stepped backward and parried the strike, countering with a slash to Arcos' head that he blocked easily, but Orlando's force had increased. Arcos would change his strategy.

He stepped back into a defensive stance, one foot forward and one back, sword pointed towards the sky, ready for an inevitable strike. Orlando slashed to Arcos' left side. Arcos blocked the strike, grabbed the flat of the blade and pushed out with his right arm in an attempt to disarm his opponent and end the duel. Orlando's sword left his hand and clattered to the ground, but Orlando dived for the sword. Arcos simply pushed the blade out of his grasp with his foot and put the tip of the Windscythe to Orlando's back.

"You fight very well, Sir Paladin," Arcos said, very impressed with the aggressive fighting style used by western knights. "But my techniques go far back before even the Empire itself. They were made to counter aggressive fighting." He reached out his hand to help Orlando up. "You impress me, Paladin. You have extraordinary talent. I eagerly anticipate your actions on the field of battle."

Orlando picked up the claymore he had used. "Indeed. I'll see your forms as well. If the Hands of Almalexia are terrible warriors in duels, they must be deadly with the aid of magic."

Arcos nodded and walked up to the camp. A man at a table was calmly sifting through ingredients, pairing each one with a counterpart he would use to make medicine. He took a mortar & pestle from the table and began to grind some leaves in the bowl. Arcos walked up and stood beside him, watching him carefully.

"May I help you?" The man asked as he looked up. "Oh, hello. Name's Sesmar, alchemist."

Arcos nodded. "We need dispel potions."

"Huh?" Sesmar asked. "What?"

"Dispel potions," Arcos repeated. "To counter magic attacks. If you don't have the ingredients for them, whip up some magicka resistance potions instead. That and something to restore wounds."

Sesmar nodded. "I'm way ahead of you. I've got everything I should need. But," he added. "I guess I could whip up a dispel potion or two."

Arcos nodded. "Thanks." He walked away, urgent to meet the man they called "Fygge".

[Peregrine]

Weapons clean, and most of the blood washed out of his cloak, Aleksi made his way back to the camp. Much to his annoyance, the camp was a mess of activity, everyone already starting to form groups. Sighing in frustration, he started searching the crowd for un-hired companions, desperately hoping to find some with at least decent talent before only the incompetent were left.

[aridale]

His offer to join the group in their endevors seems to be met only by the den of preparations from all around the camp. Indeed it seemed that none present took heed of him at all.

Glancing about the camp he raised a hand as if to introduce himself to people as they passed by him goin to and fro in their own tasks. Each time he stopped short as he noticed the passerby took no heed of him as if they were absorbed in their errand. He sighed lightly shrugging.

He looked to what appeared to be the head of the camp where who appeared to be a Paladin, one of those Fygge had mentioned, stood casting glances around the mixed lot as they went about. "Well... He seems likely to listen..." he said to himself as he approached the Paladin.

"Greetings sir knight!" He said upon reaching the man who mearly glanced in his direction and went back to his routine of overlooking the camp. "It is my understanding that you speak and listen on behalf of the leader of this camp. As such I figured youd be one to speak with. If help is still needed rest assured youll have it from me. I am known as Crimson, Crimson Bueford. As you can plainly see sir I have nothing and indeed I need nothing. I carry only my clothes I wear and my waterskin. Surely I wouldnt be a burden on any group I may take up with." He paused briefly seeing if the man would make any motion of reply. After a few moments of awkward silence he continues.

"At any rate..." he clears his throat "I not what might be considered 'skilled' with weapons and I know nothing at all of magic, and indeed I dislike and distrust it, but Im fairly light on my feet and can sneak around pretty readily. So I could be useful in scouting areas and perhaps moving through trapped areas to turn them off safely!"

"I have no tales of heroics involving mself or the company of others..." his eyes seem to grow distant and his voice lowers as his memories begin to play in his mind before he speaks them. "...Ive... spent more years than I can remember wandering from place to place, taking nor leaving nothing and touching no ones life as I did so. No one alive can atest to me even existing at all. Though I live and breathe and go through the acts other living things go through I am not what most would consider alive. Nor have I been for what seems like centuries..."

His eyes turn toward the ground and grow even more distant as he speaks, his tone grave. "...I live my life afraid, day and night afraid, of what might happen if I were to happen into friendship or fall in with a group of adventurers. Ive lost so much of my life Im not sure I can bare to live further. Yet each day I do, sometimes against my will or hope. For some reason I awake each new day, for what purpose I do not know. Something led me to this camp in my wanderings so perhaps I shall find it here... If not..." he shrugs slightly before silence takes his voice completely.

Moments pass and he doesnt move nor blink. Gazing forward lost in his own mind and memories of the past. Suddenly as if he didnt miss a beat he shakes his head and rubs his eyes. Life returns to his voice and his eyes focus back on the Paladin. His tone is replaced with the same lighthearted and unworried tone he spoke with since entering the camp. "Now if you please tell that to your master Fygge if he indeed hasnt heard it all somehow already!" He glances over both his shoulders fully expecting the large half blind nord to appear behind him at any moment. "Make of it what he will, I am here should he accept me!"

With a slight nod toward the paladin he turns and walks away toward the others. Needing no weapons or armor he decides to try to mingle with the others in hopes of finding out more about the recent going ons and get to know those he might be spending more time with.