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Where it is taking place: The island of Ehrwher (sorry, bad with names)

 

The island Is really an island with many gashes in it (like solstheim). It has been populated by the great houses only (the three in morrowind, no dren or indoril), each one fighting for complete control over the island. Though very small, The empire has made it It's own state, because of how far away it is from any other land in the empire. Roughly seven weeks on boat.. the only way to get there. The capital city is on the eastern side, possibly the only city that doesn't erupt in House skirmishes because of the tight Legion control there. The current governor has not arrived yet. The last one left the government in debt beyond belief. All cities have virtually been destroyed unless it is a house specific town. Because of the tension, each town must be over one hundred miles apart (long walk). Luckily, there are silt strider/guild guides/ boats. And to add th all the troubles, there are rumors going around about to warring vampire clans.

 

Somehow, you decide, you all end up there in a capital city bar.

 

The bar is dark, musty. The smell of stale air, ale, and smoke makes it quite uncomftorable. Drunks line the counter. Shady looking bunches hide in the dark corners, and it sounds like a fight is going on upstairs, but no one wants to know about it. The whole tavern is filled with people trying to escape, not wanting to get back to their lives.

 

O.k., start!!

 

 

 

P.S.

 

Peregine and I am That is Matthias, if you two start at it, Your out

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Alenee pushes the bar door open and walks into the room. She pauses briefly to adjust her eyes to the darkness, then surveys the crowd for any threat. Apparently satisfied, she makes her way to the bar, giving a little "encouragement" from the blunt end of her pike to a particularly stubborn drunk who refuses to move. As approaches the bar, she walks into one of the few patches of light and the crowd gets its first clear view of the newcomer. She appears to be a Nord, about 20 years old. Tall and slim, she might have been attractive if not for an apparent lack of effort in that area. Her clothes are loose fitting common clothes, made for freedom of movement over style. The accumulated dirt of days of hard travel covers her face, and the bright scratches of new damage mark the curiass partially visible under her cloak. She carries a long pike of an unfamiliar design, its blade streaked with the not quite dry blood of a recent fight. Though a bit tired looking in her movements, the origin seems to be true exhaustion rather than the hopeless depression of the other patrons. Even as tired as she looks, the aura of calm competence surrounding her suggests that she is still a very dangerous opponent. The few patrons that retain enough awareness to notice her move aside almost unconsciously.

Alenee steps up to the bar and leans over to say something to the bartender. They exchange a few comments, and he reaches under the bar and hands her a mug of Nord ale. She takes the drink and walks over to a table in a dark corner of the room and sits down. She settles back in the chair, and begins to drink, some part of her attention still on the crowd, scanning for any threat or ally.

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A guard comes into the bar, holding a scroll.

 

"Under orders by General Nihnton, The city will now be under Martial law. All must be at their home by eight of the p.m. hours, or they will be detained and executed. For reasons of this act, inquire at the Legion recruiting office"

 

The guard quickly moves out the door, saddles his horse (they don't eat them here) and trots off to the next tavern.

 

Some of the drunk's mumble then turn back to their drink.

 

 

 

OOC:

 

 

Acoran, you don't own that one city you made on the map. Sorry, doesn't fit the RP.

 

 

Peregine: In our next post could you give me a short description on the properties of your armor. If it's shadow armor, just tell me. I know what that is.

 

 

 

If I respond to fast for you, dorry. I just want to keep the RP moving quickly.

 

I am really bad with names

 

Sorry I didn't tell this to u guys in the sign up, I just only remembered.

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Simonaefura, drapped in the garnments of her homeland (black, light traveling cloak, around the hem embroided with deep purple trellis barbs). Her head covered by a hood and her face (up to her nose) covered with a plate of armor, sharp and jagged with an ackward symbol unlike anything seen in Vvardenfell.

 

Noticing the gaurd walking out of the tavern door, with his quick step, she stares at him blatantly until he takes notice of her.

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ooc: its B'Elen ceremonial armor, pretty much same stats as glass, but looks like a lighter, simpler version of adamantium armor. The curiass is enchanted with constant 20pt sanctuary, the bracers are unenchanted.

 

 

As the guard speaks, Alenee looks up at him with slight interest. When he finishes his speech, she returns to her drink, showing no concern for his threats or demands. She pulls a book from somewhere inside her cloak and turns her attention to it. After a few minuites, she writes a few notes, then flips back to study something else.

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OOC: O.k., since ppl are posting, I guess we'll start today instead of friday.

 

 

 

 

As the sun gets lower, the Bartnder finally yells last call. Some people start getting up and head home. He looks at the people slumping around the bar who aren't ordering, and yells at them to leave. He then walks up to Alenee and tells her to shove off if she won't order

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Alenee looks up in annoyance. Pointing at the half empty glass on her table, she says something in an unknown language, but from her tone it is clearly some kind of insult. She hesitates for a moment, then continues in a more polite voice "Sorry, it seems the drinks combined with my troubles of the past few days have made me a bit easily angered. If you would direct me to the nearest inn, I would be happy to leave." With that, she finishes her drink and gets up from the table. She slips the book back into her cloak, picks up her pike, and waits for his response.
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OOC: Soory I'm late...i didn't have time earlyer...

 

(before gaurd come is...)Akkli walks in with his saff across his back and blade slightly protruding from his "wrappings". Walking up to the counter he orders a brandy. After money changes hands, he walks to the a table in the corner, sits down, thros his feet up on that table and listens for gossip.

 

(when the gaurd walks in) Akkli stays where he is and watches, and listens.

 

(5:00) He stands up with the first few to leave and walks to the Bar Keep. "What inn would you suggest for a fair price and good rooms?"

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"Inn's across the market, on the opposite side of the road. The nicer ones are farther away from the gates, closer to the market. theres about, uhh, twelve of them. Now Everyone get your arses out of here! It's almost eight!" The bartender told Alenee and Akkli. The last stragglers finally got off the barstools and left. Outside the noise of hooves signaled that eight O'clock was looming ever closer.[/size=5]
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Once the bartender finishes speaking, Alenee walks out the door. She briefly and looks arround. Apparently finding what she was looking for, she walks off in the direction of what looks like the legion garrison.
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