Breton Thief Oriana

Shadzon passes by from behind Hyeti. He speaks while slowly walking by at a low volume so only Hyeti can hear, "You know, a little gunpowder will get those right off. If youre willing to part with some meager drakes, I can sell you some. But keep it to yourself, this stuff is extra potent from the process I use to concoct it and any spark might start deadly fire." Shadzon then moves on to the bar, refills his rum, and walks back to his table. "You know, I believe that vampires have an aversion to certain Brettonian runes. The great thing about runes are their abillity to be multiscribed on a single weapon as opposed to enchantments, as long as it is in the correct location on that weapon, such as the sword's hilt or blade if the effect calls for that rune their. However, you can never inscribe runes from more than one culture, say by carving Daedric runes and Nordic runes on a single item. "Gelderon, Ive got my recipe for a smoke orb, as I call it. You need black powder and flash powder. Put some flint lining a bottle and fill this bottle with the powder mixture. When you cap the bottle and its air tight, the smoke orb will be ready to throw for your escape. Here is the script." Shadzon hands it to him and then returns to the confines of his bottle of rum. OOC: You know, I orriginally had it say "Smoke Pot", and the other meaning to that is NOT what I meant at all... The best hindsight is foresight, but my foresight is bad, as is my night vision. <--just thought, funny annecdote.

"As I recall, and if I may interject of course, a good deal of our friends from the southern swamps seem to be paying tribute to this tavern."

"That reminds me, why is that school called destruction? Surely you can use the fire from your palms to cook your meat and great many other things. But I am not a man who would enter any fray. There are potions I create that, when thrown so that its contents mix with the air, burst into a puff of smoke large enough to make an escape." Shadzone blows the flame from his rum before finishing the glass. "The fire in that bevarage brings out the flavor of the liquer. Perhaps you would be interested in the recipe for that throwing potion? Its helped me avoid many fights. But even I keep a dagger for hunting and eating if I ever find myself in the wild, inscribed with ancient runes from the north." OOC: Its ok, man. No offense, ya rube. :D Same reason I didnt talk earlier is cause there was no common grounds for me to and I didnt want to interrupt your conversation.

"I am Shadzon, a dunmer gentleman and yet a humble merchant. I find myself here for the same reason that any other barfly finds himself here, for a nice shot of a hard beverage. But more than that, I am here to research a social environment between members of all races. You would never imagine the predjudice against my kind from some of the wilder forms and races, such as the children of the root. They all assume I am as racist as many of the others of my kind, but growing up in the westerly provinces of High Rock and later Hammerfell deterred any of that. I saw you and your new aquaintences walk into this tavern, one who happens to look particularly interesting. But, please... Now that introductions are over, might you tell me of the depth of your trade. Do you specialize in any school? My particular depths stop just short of being able to shoot fire from my palm..." Shadzon demonstraits by a flick of his fingers onto a small stone, lighting his rum. "This particular rock is flint, and with my nails I can cast a spark. And I am sure that if I had more of a time to learn the other schools of magic, I would be great. But, I am content with my lowly, perverse station." OOC: ive been here before you got here, mister. Read previous to your posts.

Shadzon observes the individual quickly restore himself. " Actually, no, because I am not a healer so much as an enchanter and alchemist, and a geologist and archaeologist by nature of interest, but through all of these trades I have become a vagabond fine wares. I even know the chemical used to bind souls to this mortal realm, which happens to be quite a delicious mixture even though it is an aquired taste, and its effect is something you cant do with a simple wave of the hand. Only effects corpses. Of course, If I could wave my hand and keep a soul here, Im sure it would be much simpler. I admire a healer in his own right, but I am more a merchant anyway, profitting from my self-created wares, going from port to port. However, although I admire the healers trade, there are some people who are not gifted with such natural abillity, and I've learned from my line of work that herbs can cure anything." Shadzon swigs from his rum. "That is quite an aquired taste too, rum is. The akaviri pirates themselves drink it with breakfast on occaision. Now then, these disc-like weapons you speak of: Is there, perchance, any way to socket precious jewels and stones, or inscribe runes from the various clans and traditions?"

Shadzon gives out a hearty chuckle. "Your grace matches that of a cliff racer drinking swampwater. Perhaps youd like something for that lump on your noggen? Dont worry, you have nothing to fear of a humble man such as I. It should make the swelling go down, as well as stop the ache."

what if they exist in four deminsions? What if they eat with their hands? we cant answer what if questions about the unknown...

Yesh, and infinitie times zero equals absolute zero, so had we not been born with brains large enough to comprehend this, then we wouldnt know much less care about life on other planets, and therefore they wouldnt exist :rolleyes: and thats only assuming that space is infinite AND were stupid. since were SMART, and space is theoretically infinite, its technically infinite, in which case im rambling on about s*** that I dont even KNOW about! yeah, I dont believe there are aliens that came HERE. Cause, just look at all the alleged abductions (stolen from a standup comic, I forget his name). Its never a black guy, or a hispanic guy, or some asian accounting big wig, no... its allways some dumb cracker, in the middle of no where. [Done in redneck accent-->] "I was bound and abducted by two aliens, who disguised themselves to look like my buddies Brad and Duke. I was taken on board there ship, made to look like the back of Duke's Pickup. They took me to the mothership, where I was anally probed. Their alien language sounded like human giggling." god forbid this really happened... Hey, if someone remembers the standup's name, give them credit please.

They don't want to end our pitiful existance, they just want to destroy Earth to make way for a new Intergalactic Highway. youre right, that does imply that they give a damn about US. yeah, there woudnt be a point in not telling us, but there wouldnt be a point in telling us either. and maybe there IS a point in not telling us, one that we dont comprehend because we arent god.

The shirt was cool, but it doesnt prove that an armada of death ships is approaching us at this very moment to end our pitiful existance.

Well, yeah, this entire THREAD is about morrowind. Beast races cannot wear shoes. This is because they have humongous, smelly feet that need to be aired out constantly. Because of this, no beast race can ever use the boots of blinding speed, which is too bad if you play a slow lizzard or cat person.

Shadzon laughed. "You can have it, regardless. I give it to you as a gift. May it bring you wealth or power."

Shadzon laughs heartilly at this man. "Im not in it for the rubies, im making a deal. You make an offer for this wonderful jewel, and perhaps Ill considder it." "Rounds on me right now, ok?" Shadzon finished his rum and then ordered antoher for him and his two new business associates.

OOC: Im dark elf in this roleplay... IC:"No rubys? Thats allright. Ill take the promise of binding your soul to the mortal realm once you die as payment. Are we capable of making a deal?"

"No, you dont NEED a staff, but if you use a staff it will work better. It would be a channeling focci of sorts, allowing you to direct your attack. A sword would do the same thing, but you would have to use a high quality sword and socket it into the hilt. In a staf, you can socket it into the top of the shaft, thereby allowing you maximum use of it. But, this all comes down to: do you have the corrundum that I need? Rubys and sapphires. At least three ounces alltogether in volume."