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"i see, said Selene, that would explain your being here in cyrodiil" she then turned to face rhaine "black troll boy's you say, this is not good news you are right they are necromancers and good ones at that." "although seeing all of your abilities they should not be much trouble" she looked at everyone and said "they dont know me perhaps i can get inside, and gain their trust, then you attack from outside and i attack from within" she then cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow glancing at Michael "hey, wait a second i hear a crash and the sound of splashing water when i was getting changed were you..... oh you naughty boy!" she tried to sound angry but she was too humored to keep a straight face
Michael just stared at Selene for a while and then said, slightly chocked and said:
"I told you, a horse kicked me! Poor thing got scared when I petted her and kicked me, and i was holding a bucket of water at the time, chest still hurts from that. I'm too well mannered to do anything like peeking in on a lady! Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna get some healing salve." He got up and made his way towards the kitchen where the first aid supplies where while muttering and rubbing his aching chest
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Michael came back into the inn completly soaked. Quickly, to avoid any embarassing remarks, he said:
"One of the horses knocked me over when i was holding the water bucket, dont worry I won't smell like wet dog though. Now if we are going to travel I might as well tell you my sotry and how I ended up here so, take a drink, sit and relax and I'll start telling you my story."
He then sat down with the others, took a deep breath and started talking:
"As you proboably know by now, my name is Michael Whitefang, Whitefang is from the pale color of my skin and the fangs I have in either form. And as you also know I am a halfling, I'm half vampire and half werewolf thus explaining my skin. That and I wasn't too happy about going outside either, I prefered my studying. After a few years I decided to try and find something to do, so I went out and started exploring, sadly some clans see halflings as freaks that needs to be destroyed, it's a sin for a vampire and werewolf to get married yaddi yaddi yata so I often got into fight during my travels, thus explaining my random scars here and there. Eventually I had to flee Skyrim since the attacks got more and more frequent so I fled one night, ran as far as I could. Eventually I ended up in the back forests of Cyrodiil and found my way here to the inn, tired, injured and hungry and went inside and pretty much settled down here, my books, quills and all is still on that table over there" Mike pointed to a heavily cluttered table where quills and everything laid in a big mess on the table. "After a while I decided I needed some work and well the rest is history"
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also i gotta say im having a blast with mythic its turning real fun
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she looked at him with a relieved expression "i knew that not all were-wolves were heartless imbeciles ah... no offence" she lent over to Michael before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek ""thank you i will never forget this i promise when we have to part our separate ways you shall always be in my heart" "obviously i do not expect you to do this for free, anything at all you wish in return i will do" she brushed her beautiful silky hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear showing an ear-ring with a claw attached "this is my trophy from hollow-fang i cut off one of his claws before he escaped" she rose from her seat and hugged Michael "thank you, now i do not mean to be rude but, may i have a room, i am in need of changing my clothes" "but first i need to hear what the rest of you think, may we be... allies?" she stood for a moment waiting for a reply from everyone
Michael had to use his frost magic to cool off a bit before saying:
"Eeeh dont mention it. And you can have any room you want, free of charge (don't tell anyone else, there will be lots of yelling and jealousy)"
He then handed her a spare key he had in his pocket and noded.
"Now if you excuse me i have to water the horses. Talk to you later" He quickly headed outside
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"ah my dear bartender i must point out that you are a half breed and i am not, i am a daywalker, not a half breed, i made myself such by magically removing the ill effect's of vampirism, like the hideous appearance and death in the sun." "upon removing the ill effect's i did not receive my soul, but this is a long story and you all wish to know of the werewolf i hunt first correct?" "well here goes" she pulled a chair up and sat facing the entire group "hmm where to begin... my whole life story has lasted over 2000 year's a very long tale, and one which will take weeks to explain" "i suppose i will start with the one i hunt" she looked angry as she started to explain "around 400 years ago i had a god-daughter, and i swore too protect her, the littleone's family died in a fire and i could not leave her to die. I raised her into a beautiful young woman" she wiped a blood tear from her face as she continued "but one night she went out on her own, understandable she was old enough." "it was only until i heard her scream i knew what was happening, so i rushed too her location and found an old enemy of mine standing over her body... his name was hollow-fang and he was an alpha male in a pack of wolves. he looked into my eyes and told me "revenge is a funny thing selene you never know when it will creep up on you." "at that moment i screamed with rage i attacked hollow-fang, but he fled i kept on finding traces and glimpses of werewolves for years." she looked at everyone and said "that is when i found you all, i came here to kill the werewolf, believing the bartender to be hollow-fang, that is of course until now. "it was i who killed the travelers on the road too isolate you all here and... well you know dispatch you all" she sat still looking blank waiting for a reply.
Michael suddenly started growling for a good 15 seconds before calming himself down enough to speak:
"Hollow-Fang? That traitor? Death and curses upon him! Yes I know he his, I ran into him maybe 350 or so years on less that friendly terms. The fang on my necklace is his, I kept as a trophy after our fight last I heard about him was about 295 years ago, he was apparently raiding villages like no other ever has done. I don't blame you for hating him, and I will help you track that bloodtraitor down if it so kills me!"
He then walked behind the counter and started picking his gear together, then pointed to another barkeep and said: "YOU! You are in charge now! Take care of the place like it was your child!" He then went upstairs to grab the last of his stuff before realising what he was doing and sat back down again.
"Sorry, got carried away. But I will help you find him, i swear on that M'lady"
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"you...you you are not he!" "when i found you to be a werewolf, i had assumed you were the one who murdered my godchild!" "but after seeing your face...i am sorry" she said sheathing her fan and turning face rhaine, "stand down priestess, do you think after 2000 years holy magic can hurt me?, i have perfected my abilities and i transformed myself into a daywalker from just a pathetic lesser vampire, i have given myself the ability to see my own reflection... something no other vampire can do!" she then smiled "i also perfected my unholy art's any of your magic will simply make me stronger as it will be tainted as it hits me." "i see no reason to continue this fight anymore" she approached the bleeding werewolf and healed his wounds with a touch "please forgive me sir, you are not the one i am after" she spoke up to talk to the entire group "i promised reona assistance with finding her sheath, i will stay true to my word but you, undead hunter's a truce? "assist me in finding this greater werewolf and anything of his possession will be yours" she wated for a reply from the whole group
"As long as you don't kill any patrons, I forgive you. And I also find your story quite interesting, and I also have to point out that halflings have reflections since they are only half vampire, like myself. Now let's go inside and discuss this werewolf you are after. I hear little from my homelands but a lot from you werewolf brethren."
He then slowly started walking inside
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Michael nodded at Kalin, and then turned back into his normal, pale, human form (Michael comes from a near extinct breed of werewolves that are able to control their transformation, but it always come with some kind of side effect for it like getting their mana pool drained or weakness for a couple of minutes or hours) and walked over to the mysterious woman, grabbed her by the throat and lifted her into the air and pinend her to a wall;
"Now, normally I wouldn't harm women due to my respect for them, and I'm also quite the gentleman. But when they try to kill me, thats when i make an exception. Now, who are you? I can tell from your scent that you are a daywalker, but clearly you know me somewhere, and i would like to know from where" He said in his cold, nearly dead, tone
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Hiyo! i just wanted to say that i can randomly take control of my character, but if you think it takes too long time for me then auri can feel free to post for me, makes the story easier for all of us.
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Rhaine shrugged, "Very well. I thought steeds might be of use when trekking the frigid mountains of Skyrim, but suit yourself. I'm sure the opportunity will present itself should you change your minds. So," she took the glass of mead and raised it to her companions, "May Waukeen and Tymora grant us good fortune of both kinds." She downed the glass in one gulp, set it back on the table, then winked at Reona, "Perhaps, while I prepare Thanatos for our sojourn, you can use your feminine charms on the barkeep and ask him if he has heard anything about our undead foes in the north? And," she added to Kalin and Ellundil, "it wouldn't hurt to ask the other patrons as well. Tavern walls have ears, and this one has heard many a tale and tragedy, I am sure.
Ellundil rose from his seat and stretched a little, his joints popping, before drinking all of his mead at once and gently sliding his chair in its place under the table, "Before you turn in that key, Reona, I'd like to get the rest of my things from the room. Leaving them here would be a great folly."
"Oh, right," she replied, taking the key out of her pocket and placing it into Ellundil's right palm, and he patted the top of her head with his left hand before disappearing down the hallway.
Reona turned to Kalin and crossed her arms, "I do like the idea of having mythril armor, as it's very light, and my fighting style relies on my ability to move faster than the enemy. I'm strong enough to hold quite a bit of weight, but I do fatigue quickly if I have on anything that weighs much more than I do."
Ellundil returned a few moments later and tossed the key to Reona, "I think everything's in order now."
Her arm instinctively shot out and snatched the key from the air, so swiftly that the edges scratched her palm slightly. She walked to the bar and smiled warily at the Nord barkeep, setting the key down. The aura about him felt strange, almost as if he were an animal of some sort, and an extremely strong animal at that, which made her quite nervous.
"Hello, I'd like to return my room key. I did have a bit of difficulty with it, by the way. It's very worn and may be broken, but I'm not sure," she said, laughing nervously, heat blooming across her nose and cheeks, "I also have a few questions for you, if you wouldn't mind answering them. Well, they're about the... undead... in Skyrim. Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary up there?"
Noticing the Breton sitting near where she'd been standing, she jumped and curtsied, "Oh! So sorry if I was interrupting! My friends and I are just in a rush to leave, and I didn't notice that you two were talking. I'm usually not so careless, but we've had an eventful morning."
Arva laughed and sent out a thought to Rhaine, She's not too great at using those 'feminine charms', but she still wants you to listen in on this, just in case she does glean a bit of useful information.
The nord threw the bosmer a new key, took a deep breath and then started talking;
"The draugr? They smell bad, they look bad and they are nords who passed on a long time ago, if I were you, I would avoid them. And no, I haven't heard from, or been near, my homelands for so long that I doubt that the village i call home still exists. But I wouldn't mind helping a lady with her questions. I don't have anything better to do"
He then looked at the other customer at the counter, Redemin and said; "And I'm sorry my good sir, but I do not know any work for a person of your....interesting profession, but I think the legion might have need for a bounty hunter. I recomend asking the prison warden or the guard captain, they should know more about bounty hunting than me".
He looked at the bosmer again and leaned over the counter and said; "now, did you have any other questions?"
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a server? brotha you got me hooked!
i love bf1942 and id love to play it online (playing with bots gets a bit boring but its still fun)
so if you start up a server ill be playing
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Redemin looked up at the bartender.
"If it's not too much trouble, could you boil some plain water and pour me a glass?" He asked politely.
He then rested his elbow on the table and his head in his hand. Godsblood, the drunken crowds I've seen. - he thought to himself.
"Sure thing good sir! Your water will be ready soon" Mike headed out into the kitchen to start boiling the water. He returned to the patron a few minutes later with a glass of hot water
"Tell me my friend, is something wrong? You look a bit tired and a bit lost in your thoughts"
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Redemin waited several seconds for a response from the Nord, but none came. Not wanting to risk becoming a victim of the Skyrimer's battle frenzy himself, he stole away back towards the inn through the pitch-black forest.
It wasn't long before he spied the quaint little structure with cozy lights radiating from the windows. He sauntered up to the door and shouldered it open. As he shut the door behind him, his eyes floated over to the counter where someone besides the Orc bartender was standing, making food and drinks for what appeared to be farmers and plowmen. They were packed at every table, stuffing their faces with meats and veggies and gulping down mugs of assorted booze; it was more like a pack of wild animals than a congregation of people. Still, he could easily imagine how ravenous hard work on a farm could make a person.
He slowly made his way toward the counter, dodging stumbling, drunken farmhands along the way. Once he reached the bar, he took a seat on a stool a bit of a ways away from the other folk. He waved to the bartender, who gave him a quick look of acknowledgement as he pushed a few tankards toward a group of workers. The man then walked over to Redemin. Redemin eyed him for a moment; this person was probably the only one in the whole building who noticed his...unique attire.
Michael took a quick look at the patron then started talking to the newcomer:
"Hello there Sir! And welcome to the Chattering Scroll Inn, what can i help you with? Would you like a room and some food and drink after your long travel?"
Mike turned around and looked at the wall where all the keys where kept and saw that there was plenty of rooms left.
"Good, we got plenty of rooms available, 15 septims per night, and dinner should be on the stove soon."
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Back at the inn, Mike had decided to do something else than just sitting around so he walked up to the bartender, Snout, and asked if he had any work he could do
"Hello there snout! Got any jobs you need help with? I could use something to do"
"Tired of holding down the table there, are you?"
"Yeah I fear ill grow into the seat if I sit any longer"
"I do have something you can help me with, I have been worrying over my woman. It's not like her to be gone this long without sending word. I'm planning to go find her and bring her back, (if she wants to come). Seems like you would be perfect for holding down the fort."
"Yeah I can do that"
Alright, every evening the plowmen come in and they get 2 septims and 2 draughts and dinner for their daily ration. You'll have to look after the horse barn yourself, mind the bandits, sometimes we get someone thinks they'll make off with a free horse. I'm taking Mae's horse with me, and my own. Catch that lass faster on horseback you know."
“Right” Mike started to write everything down on a piece of paper “understood”
"We get libations in every Wednesday from a local Vineyard. Don't forget to have someone gather the eggs and feed the chickens. We have a boy who lives nearby likes to come and help out with the chickens and I let him have some fresh eggs or breakfast for his trouble."
"A fair bargain"
"And the rooms, 15 septims a night, and if we have the room we generally don't turn anyone away. They have to clean their own quarters, we don't have any maids, cept the myrmaad. She'll clean a room once in a while but she's more likely to bust a head."
"Ah, a lady with some power in her, that’s nice"
"You've been hanging around here enough to know most of this right?"
"Yeah, pretty much"
"Do you know your way around a skillet?"
"Yup, that I do"
"Well it's usually potluck around here in the evening, and many times people will bring in fresh fish or venison or whatever they have and help cook or cook for themselves. The kitchen is open to anyone who feels like helping out."
"An excellent idea!"
“The supplies are in the back room with a chest of petty cash if you need anything else. I leave you with my trust and this key. You won't let me down I think. If you know what's good for you.”
“I won’t! I swear on my honour and on my blade! Speaking of blade, what should I do if there is any trouble?”
The orc appraised the young broad fellow. "I think you'll handle it fine," he said.
“Anyway, it's not like you don't have a bunch of folks around who love to bust heads, now is it?” The Orc laughed, handing him a key.
Mike laughed together with the orc "that’s true my good man"
“This is the key to the storage room”
Mike hooked the key to his belt and nodded "Right, good luck out there Snout, something tells me you will need it"
Snout hands Mike his apron, waves at a large wall filled with pegs,"Keys are empty rooms, when someone checks in give them the key to their room. That's it".
And out the door he went.
Mike stood in the doorway and waved for a little while before heading behind the counter, ready to serve the customers
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Easy. You walked into lava that was obviously placed there by the griefing gang known as AVO(teamavolition)Server has been under massive strain lately, massive amounts of lag. Damage being taken by things we cannot see because of lag.Accept it and move on Mike.You've been nothing but trouble for me.It's about time you finally LEFT the server.You've been saying you will for months, yet won't. Just to aggravate me.If anyone is to be banned. It would be you kid.Edit. Yoba is correct. Also the server even said you "took a leap of faith"... It does not say that when you die from lava.Do not lie to everyone.
i saw yoba behind me, and i jumped off to find some water. Dont try and act better than anyone else just because you upload files.
and in what way have i been nothing but trouble for you? i havent been near you in a good while, plus i havent been on the server for that very long either so its impossible that i have said it for months
you sir, are a liar
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if it is nerfed then how was there lava in f10's and mines town? explain that please.
And explain how yoba was able to place lava behind me, i so wanna hear this
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they have been griefing a lot.
I was cleaning up some of the griefing when yoba came up behind me and placed lava, not to mention kd being offensive in his language.
Those two really need to be banned
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Hey everyone and welcome to "Cooking with The Swede" (or something similar)
i decided to make this little thread to share some recipes with you guys because i like you so much
WARNING! i use kilograms and not pounds in my recipes! if you have to, use a converter
so without much further ado lets start of with an easy salad
oh and please excuse any typos
Easy all purpose salad!
works with most dishes like a nice grilled steak or a dish you'll get the recipe for later
WHAT YOU WILL NEED:
if you are making this for more people, increase the amount of the ingredients
2 Apples
1 cuccumber
2 tomatoes
1 lettuce
2 Packs of feta cheese (its a kind of cheese, bit on the salty side but it is delicous)
How to make it:
cut everything into nice squares, or well small pieces and throw it into a bowl.
Mix everything together and put some oil or dressing or whatever its called on it and you are done!
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Now for something else that is delicous, My family's variant of the classic schnitzel
Schnitzel with potato wedges (i recomend serving with the above salad)
for the schnitzel (this recipe will give you enough for four)
about 1 kg of ground meat (if you have some over after the cooking, put them in a plastic bag and keep it in your freezer)
4 slices of cheese (gouda is what we use)
4 slices of ham
butter for the frying pan (if you dont have butter margarine works too) either liquid or solid
How to make them:
take the meat and split it up in eight (or more, depending on how many you are making this for) pieces, take one slice of cheese and one slice of ham and put it on one piece of the meat and put another one on top of it, like when you make a sandwich, and then fry it in a normal frying pan and put them aside on a plate when they are done (you will know when they have a nice color)
and now for the potato wedges, quite simple really
take about a kilogram of potatoes (might be more, all depends on personal preference) peel them (optional you can leave the peel on too) and cut them into wedges and put them on a greased baking tray, put on some spices (if you want) and let them be in the oven for about 40 minutes so they get a nice color.
Now serve and enjoy!
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That was beautiful Computer!
And youre welcome! im glad to be here for my friends!
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After finishing his fifth cirle of the ruins, Michael finaly decided to give up and was just about to change his path when he got a feeling like something was watching him.
"Odd, that was an unfamiliar feeling. I think I better return to the inn, im running out of supplies anyways." He then proceded to turn around and head back to the inn
When he was back at the inn, he sat down at his usual table and kept an eye on the door, feeling something like an itch that told him someone was going to come in, and started making notes about different things and made some quick sketches long into the night, vigilant as always
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why say no? there are people here that are as crazy as me so i say yes!
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Back at the chattering scroll, Mike had decided that if no one else wanted to go troll hunting, he would go and take a look around for the treasure the old man had spoken of.
Sword at his side, he slipped out the side door and walked over to his horse: "Well buddy, seems like we have to go hunt those trolls on our own." He then proceeded to mount up and ride away in the direction of a small forest near an old fort ruin.
Once there he started to look around for anything that could be of use or value and noticed a faint trail of blood on the ground, leading to the nearby ruin “it looks like somebody got surprised by something here, and then dragged of into the fort. Maybe there’s something of use in there?” He looked through his backpack and found a torch and ventured inside, following the trail on the ground.
The first thing that struck him was how cold it was inside, and he quickly came to the conclusion that there might be ghosts in here, or it’s just the wind. He then ventured further into the ruin with sword in hand.
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The Nord turned around and looked straight at the Altmer and with a bone chilling tone: "While I may have brute blood of the Nord running through my veins, I've been trained with the mages guild for long years since I was yet a tot. But another hand is always welcome into the fight.
Stealth is no issue when you have done some things you can't be proud of. But tell me, Elf, what is your price? It's good to have an extra companion, or a meatshield, depending on how it goes."
He finished his sentence with a quiet laugh and then turned his attention to the stranger that had approached him earlier: "So, are we talking cash or loot payment on this job?"
Overhearing, the hag in the corner laughed, "All the root beer you can drink"
Just then a burly bearded Orc sporting an apron and tattoos stepped from behind a stack of boxes near the back door.
"That's no hag, that's my wife!"
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The Nord looked at the man who had approached him and quite calmly asked: "What do I earn from it? Except the satisfaction of a good fight. And what weapons should i bring?"
He then checked his belt to make sure that he had all of his bags securly attatched to it.
"Also, whats your name stranger? You look like a man who knows what he is doing so you have my trust, for now atleast"
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Heh, the story of Michael Whitefang is actually pretty weird
He is a strong nord born into a clan of both werewolves and vampires (yeah some of them do get along fine) so he is both under the curse of vampirism and being a werewolf(and if you wonder, mom vampire and dad werewolf), but he is a daywalker (a vampire that can be in the sun, they exist but they are rare). Once he grew up he decided to head out on travels and ended up in Cyrodiil, and after a few months of traveling he decided to stay at the Chattering Scroll Inn after hearing from a local about their great food. Now he's looking for something to do so he wont be too bored.
For the moment he's mostly writing stories about his travels and trying to make the best sword for himself
The tall tales & tragedies of the Chattering Scroll Inn
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Michael's somewhat muffled voice could suddenly be heard from the kitchen:
"Well the cat can do what ever he wants as long as he stays off the couch! Now where the heck is that cloth?"
A loud crashing noise soon followed, along with some swearing in the nordic tounge. When it died down, Michaels head popped out from the door and he carefully said:
"Errr does anyone of you have a mana potion? or atleast some bandages, there was some trouble in here so its quite bloody."