Night Stalker.

[Peregrine]

The tavern door swings open, and a tall woman ducks to enter. After a quick look around the room, she turns and walks to the front of the room and orders a meal. Pushing back the hood of her worn gray cloak, the patrons get their first clear look at her. Somewhat taller than average, she appears very light in weight, but with obvious strength. Closest in features to the Nords, she has long red-brown hair and blue eyes which constantly scan the crowd for danger. She looks to be about 20 years old, and would be quite attractive if she made the effort, but instead her image is that of a veteran warrior. She is wearing a light metal curiass and bracers, painted with blue and gray symbols in an unfamiliar pattern. She carries a wood shafted pike, clearly well made and as dangerous as Vvardenfell's best ebony. An aura of calm confidence in her skill radiates from her, and nearby patrons shift anxiously out of her way.

Food in hand, she scans the crowd for an open table. One particular man catches her attention, a Breton who seems as clearly an outsider as herself. Guessing a common purpose, she walks over to his table.

"Forgive the interruption, but I believe we are here for the same reason. I am Alenee B'Elen, of the far western city of Habassa. I heard of the trouble here, and have come to assist."

[thanateros]

"My goodness fair dame your apperance takes me agast!!" almost spilling what remains of his mostly empty sujamma bottle, " Not in all my years have a beheld such a wonderous sight...would those happen to be Daedric runes on your pike?" Damian examines the blade from his seat, the mudcrab still steaming from the plate. Out of respect he rises and extends his hand inviting her to sit down, "won't you please sit, I think we have much to talk about, yes indeed, much to talk about. That weapon of yours is intriguing, I know of only one other people that dares to carve Daedric runes into a weapon."

 

He continues while he begins to sit back down. "Local rumors have this place in chaos and from what I understand there have been numerous foul attacks on several animals and villagers in this area. I'm not sure what forces are behind this but it is my educated guess (draws close to her and speaks softly), and any educated guess of mine would likely be fact from my experiences (he draws back into his seat and talks in his normal volume), that some foul spellcaster who has knowledge of Oblivion might be behind this. Those claws aren't of anything known to be from this region, perhap a Clannfear was summoned."

 

He guzzles down the last bit of Sujamma, "There was another who came through here, I don't remember their name but after having been shunned by an Orc whom I tried to speak with on the matter had slipped away."

 

"Anyway, enough of my random comments, shall we get on with our meal?"

Hadian's meal is mostly complete by now save for small pickings. Motioning to the barkeeper for more drink he then turns his focus again on the newcomer.

[The_Reaper]

Ty the argonian gets out of the wagon thanking the farmer for bringing him to this town.

Being hungry as he is, he goes to a place called White Horses local inn.

Opening the door his attention is imediatelly drawn to a woman of dazzling beauty seated with a breton.

May i be seated, my fair lady and fine sir?

[Peregrine]

"Now that's a compliment I don't hear too often," Alenee replies, taking the offered seat. "Good to see my assumption was correct." Taking a bite of her food, she continues "I'm hardly the expert on summoning and magic, but your theory makes sense. Though the real question is... who is responsible? I would think that an Oblivion mage wouldn't be easy to hide in a town as small as this." Poking at a rather unappealing mass of resin, she finally pushes the plate aside and turns her attention to her drink, a tall glass of nord ale. "You seem interested in my weapon... perhaps I can arange a meeting with the people who forged it for me. But later, after this business is finished... I do not believe this is a subject we wish to discuss in public." Draining the last of her drink, she begins to rise from the table. "Excuse me a moment, I belive I should leave a message with the owner of this tavern, as you say, there are likely more that just us interested in the situation here. Shall I get you another drink while I'm there?"

 

(post above mine wasn't there as I wrote this... he sees me right as I'm getting up from the table)

[OddGuy]

Oquilerdalin wakes up an hour later, and leaves his room to get some food. He spies an Argonian, a Breton, and a woman who is most likely a Nord sitting and talking at the bar. Not being terribly social, he asks the barkeep for a jug of Matze, seats himself a few chairs away from the three, and begins to discreetly eavesdrop on them.

[The_Reaper]

Don´t take too long fair lady, my hearth wouldn´t take it.

Pulling a chair, Ty orders with a large booming voice:

A plate of nix hound meat and a flin, Innkeeper!

So, kind sir might i ask you why are you in such a small town?

Drawing closer to the breton, Ty says:

Have you heard the rumors too?

[Peregrine]

Alenee walks across the room to the bartender. After a brief conversation, she hands him a paper note and a few small coins. Taking a new drink, she returns to her table. "I see another has already arrived," she observes, sitting back down.

[thanateros]

"but of course, we can discuss the other business some other time." he glances around the tavern and notices several other arrivals that look out of place in this simple town. seeing the argonian seated closely and apparently straining to listen in Damian pauses and stares at him for several moments.

 

Replying to a question he hears out of his ear he turns to see the Argonian standing at the head of the booth.

 

"of course you may be seated, however we are no strangers here, please tell us about yourself and let us share a drink in our company. My name is Damian Maranus, a mage, this lady I have just been introduced to."

 

He polishes off the remainder of his meal...so well in fact that it appears as though food had never touched the plate! Folding his hands into his lap and giving out a hearty satisfyed sigh he reclines into the booth. Looking at the dissappointed expression of Alenee B'Elen and remarks with a humerous syntax, "try the mudcrab next time." he then winks ever so softly with his right eye.

 

"now back to business, if this in fact was an Oblivion Mage we would have a much more handful than even I could manage. Though I doubt any Oblivion Mage would be foolish and careless enough to perform such an atrocity, Oblivion Mages have much more reserve and only use their skills in the most dire of circumstances. How do i know this? well let's just say that I have more knowledge of them than most do of themselves, and we'll leave it at that (suddenly producing a stern serious look on his face)."

 

"well it seems to me that several others are here on related business, perhaps we should venture together, seeing that there is no reason to attempt the same goal and ignore each other. Perhaps our little friend in the next booth would like to be in-the-know as well?" He looks at Oquilerdalin as if the rhetorical question was specifical directed at him. "Don't be alarmed, your interest in this table was quite apparent, please introduce yourself."

[The_Reaper]

Taking a bite out of the nix hound meat Ty says:

I dont have much of a past, unfortunatelly i was born into slavery and spent most of my time running around the wizard tower were my mother´s "owner" lived.

One day, the wizard drank too much and he beat my mother to the death. He sold me to a poor farmer, in this man´s farm i gained strength and learned to fight with a long blade and heavy armor.

One day he just freed me, gave me this imperial armor and shield you see, his prized ebony longsword a few hundred septims and told me to that i had the skill, all i needed now was the oportunity to make a name for myself.

I´m a knight errant in the imperial legion and my purpose in life is to find the filth that killed my mother.

Having sad this Ty turned to his food and flin.

His hearth warmed at the arrival of the beautiful woman.

[Peregrine]

On hearing the suggestion about the "food", an expression of pain flickers across Alenee's face. "Do you have to remind me?" she questions. Suddenly noticing the newcomers' look of curiousity, she turned to face them. "I suppose by now you're wondering who I am... I am Alenee B'Elen, from far to the west. I was in Vvardenfell on..." a slight hesitation, as if deciding how to approach a forbidden subject "other business, when I heard of the trouble here. So I came to see what I could do. And I agreee, especially if Damian is right about the source of our trouble, we are far better off together than competing for the same goal."