Eiade Posted October 17, 2004 Author Share Posted October 17, 2004 OOC: Players keep in mind the setting. We are not inside, we are outside. IC: Tylen Ethelas was at his usual post in front of the manor, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the terra cotta buttresses that sturdily held the manor's walls. His Dwemer longsword hung at his side, giving off a dull shine in the sunlight, and doing its job of slightly intimidating passer-bys, and anyone who was up to no good. He kept his eye on the small gathering of guests at the table. They lounged about in the shade, some enjoying cold tea and some talking amongst themselves. He saw a transaction take place, but thought nothing of it once he saw they were only trading fire salts. He once had a Khajiit try to sell moon sugar to another guest. The feline creature was no doubt suprised to recieve a hard clop on the back of his head from the butt of Tylen's sword, and was apprehended immediately. The Breton selling the ingredients had stayed here for nearly a week now, and his free services had been quite a delight for Nevana and rest of the household. His guard duty was sometimes quite boring, but he never resented his job. He loved serving House Hlaalu and especially loved serving Nevana Ules, a good friend of his. The sun was starting to creep ever closer to the horizon, and it was probably about four or five o'clock. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyjet3 Posted October 17, 2004 Share Posted October 17, 2004 Daric noticed a Nord woman was eyeing him down as he followed Isaac. "Hold on just a second Isaac, i think business is calling." Daric started walking in the direction of the woman. "Hello. Nice to meet you, i'm Daric. That's Isaac. I'm the alchemist here. Need anything? And what is your name?" Daric asked the woman, her red hair shining beautifully in the evening sun. Daric had assumed she wanted some goods so he immediately prepared for a transaction. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crim, The Red Thunder Posted October 17, 2004 Share Posted October 17, 2004 Wren smiled at the friendly alchemist and answered him: "My name is Wren. I wondered if you might have a mortar and pestle to replace my old one... i seem to have lost my apprentices set... I can pay good money for your goods. Having just finished an assassination by request of the Imperial Legion, I have some cash left to burn. Someone as skilled as yourself would surely have something for me." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyjet3 Posted October 17, 2004 Share Posted October 17, 2004 Daric checks his inventory and finds a journeyman's mortar and pestle. "This is all i have for sale right now... How does 200 gold sound?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crim, The Red Thunder Posted October 17, 2004 Share Posted October 17, 2004 Wren, surprised at the low price replys "That sounds great! In fact, take an extra 20 septims for your own concerns. I'm glad we were able to do business."*removes 220 septims from pouch of gold, and hands them to Daric*"Thank you, kind breton." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fishystick Posted October 18, 2004 Share Posted October 18, 2004 OOC:Ok, I missed the start by two days, sorry. And I'll post longer when I get back from school. IC:Vallréy was sitting around, doing nothing, when the imprial spoke. "Hello..", Vallréy began in bosmeri, shook his head a little, then watched the man. "Hello", he said in the common language this time and reached out to shake the man's hand. "Vallréy Westmar", he introduced himself and shook the imperial's hand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlightlessBird Posted October 18, 2004 Share Posted October 18, 2004 ''Shall we be going Daric? We won't be long and youl have plenty of time to continue to sell goods." Isaac said lightheartedly. He breathed in once more the etheral air that he loved so much. He felt as though nothing could bring him down at the moment. He became excited thinking of the reasearch he could get done in the tomb the next day. Isaac was speachless as he waited for Daric to join him. Thoughts whirled in his head of theorys that this tomb could make or break..."Isaac? You there?" Daric asked as Isaac came to his senses and apologized for his daydreaming. "Forgive me Daric," Isaac said as he gathered himself. The tomb would have to wait untill tomorrow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harver Posted October 18, 2004 Share Posted October 18, 2004 :: Harver was relieved to find the man friendly enough. A surprised look replaced the one of complacence when Vallrey extended his sure hand forward. Harver immediately shot out his hand to meet Vallrey's. His simple but polite roots showed in his frim grip and the slight but definitely noticable set of shakes his hand gave Vallrey's. A bit of surprise fronted his first string of words.:: "Oh, pleasure to meet you, Vallray" :: A very light accent came through; leading to the slight misenunciation of the name.:: "The name's Grayfield. Harver Grayfield, may it do you fine." :: Harver smiled and let go of the Bosmer's hand.:: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyjet3 Posted October 18, 2004 Share Posted October 18, 2004 "I know it was cheap, Wren. Don't let it discourage you... I've have had that a long time and it was weighing me down!! Well, I must be going now. Have a good day, and if you need anything else, just look for me." Daric started walking away from Wren and walked up to Isaac, whom seemed to be in a daze. "Isaac? You there?" he said. "Forgive me Daric," Isaac said as he gathered himself.Isaac and Daric continued on with their walk. The evening sky was getting darker now and you could see a few of the stars shining through. "So, Isaac, what exactly are you researching?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlightlessBird Posted October 18, 2004 Share Posted October 18, 2004 "Mmmm..." Isaac began. "I have been working with Magika fluctuations, to be more specific, fluctuations that specifically occur when certain spells are cast. Unfortuantly, there is no obvious effects that spells create, other than the ones they are designed for. However," Isaac looked over to make sure Daric was keeping up. "Myself and some other... friends have been working on searching for these eleged 'hidden effects'. Some extensive research has been done and we've linked certain effects with certain spells, more notably the spells commonly known as 'mark' and 'recall'." Isaac breathed, "You've got to realize, we've been working with nothing to build off of, and we've gotten very far in our research. Hypothetically, 'mark' and 'recall' create breif portals, and by breif, I mean REALLY breif, that move the caster to the last place the caster cast mark." Isaac checked to make sure what he said made sense. "I'm using this theory to check if other theorys that we have will work, and for that to happen, I need to visit that ancestral tomb tomorrow." Isaac smiled. "I'm sure you dont want to hear me babble anymore, oh by the way, can you read Daedric?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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