The Elder Scrolls: Legend of the Dwemer - A Post-Skyrim RP [Started]

[Mozza444]

"W..wait what your going to kill me!?"
Drahff almost curled up into a ball expecting a savage attack.
"O..oh no you mean working rite? Yeah i'll work."
Calming and returning back to his up-rite sitting position he looked Faulgor in the eyes
"You got any drink?"

 

[Redryhno]

"What about if sshe is found in a city I give you five? If she's hidden particularly well, it's open to negotiation, starting at six?" Swims'Faster said to Raksada,and awaiting an answer he turned to Zavier and said, "I'm feeling that our employer issn't telling uss everything, few enough people know exactly how a black ssoul gem workss, let alone goes out of their way to buy one. Iss anyone elsse susspicious of thiss?"

 

[Arrogancy]

"Everyone has their secrets, and their hobbies." Zavier said. In his own bag there was a black soul gem, but that he was keeping to himself. Necromancy might not be technically illegal, but no one liked anyone who trafficked in death so directly. "If Sten wants to keep his secrets, we can discover them at Whiterun." And Zavier fully planned to.

 

[Malyc]

"Very well" Raksada said, after considering for a minute. Swims'Faster was offering far more than he had originally anticipated. "I'll have my contacts start looking immediately. Do you happen to have a sketch of the target? A description will suffice, but an accurate picture dramatically increases the odds of success."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

After the word 'drink' escaped Drahff's mouth, Faulgor shot him a piercing glare that was cold as ice and sharp as a razor. With lightning speed, he sprung forward, withdrew on of his daggers and held it up to the man's face. "One drop of any drink that isn't water passes through those lips, I'll fillet them right off your mug and feed them to you."

 

[Mozza444]

Drahff backed up quickly.
Probably better to be quiet then... He thought to himself.
The Nord lent against the side of the wagon and closed his eyes.
This is going to be a long ride..

 

[Right Hook]

Jarek got out of the barmaid's soft bed with little time to spare, still he managed to sneak out without waking her, he put all of his armor on, threw his cloak on, put his belt on that had a knife and his heavy sword in it's sheath hanging from it. He tightened his bracers and put on his boots, all without waking the apparently exhausted Nord woman, I shoulda been a thief! He headed down to the bar area and put drinks, food and various sundries into his pack, he removed more than enough gold to cover the provisions and placed it on the bar, figuring the barmaid would see it first since the place now appeared empty other than him.

Jarek walked out the door and into the cold morning chill. He noticed two wagons with most of the adventurers from the other night already aboard them, some wrapped in conversation, he spotted the drunk Nord with the big orc...Faulgor was his name if Jarek remembered correctly. Faulgor was in the Nord's face with a knife, poor Nord, I actually feel bad for him, all this over a stupid drinking contest and a friends mistake. Jarek climbed into the wagon with the Nord and Faulgor, actually hoping to somewhat help the Nord out or at the very least make sure Faulgor didn't rip him in two. Jarek sat down next to the Nord and found a perfect way to settle things, he reached into his pack and removed the rarest drink he had ever encountered, one sip was potent enough to keep you drunk for hours and more than a few sips would likely paralyze you and make you feel on fire, it was known as daedric lava whiskey, Jarek once had a full swallow and he swore a Dremora Lord began to whisper to him until he sobered up much later. It had been payment for a quest he had gone on months earlier, at first he was angry about the payment but it had been more than worth it for the interesting experiences he had with it alone. He held the half-filled bottle out towards the Nord.

"You've got the stomach of a dragon, guarentee you've never had this though. One sip will keep you good for a decent part of this trip. You can take one on me if you want." Jarek offered the Nord the bottle which glowed a faint red.

The Nord turned as white as wisp wrappings, why would a Nord not want to drink?!

 

[Redryhno]

"Here'ss a picture of her," Swims'Faster reached inside the pouch underneath his armor and pulled out both the Bee and Barb flier as well as one of the two charcoal and plant dye pictures he had in his possession, he threw out the flier and held out the picture, though he pulled it back as Raksada reached for it. "I'm not going to lie to you, sshee is easily one of the most dangerous marks you'll follow, born under the Shadow and trained in the Arts. Sshe will know when sshe'ss being followed and iss not above killing them. Whoever you have find her, make sure they can either defend themselves or dissappear without a trace, becausse sshe will become the predator. And sshee will track down hiss employer." Swims'Faster then handed the picture to Raksada and leaned back in his seat.
"I know that anyone that practices Conjuration long enough will come into contact with that magic Zsavier, but I sstill find it a reprehenssible act when it'ss used against non-combatantss, that'ss only one of the two ways I've ever had to use it, and I refuse to use it unless I have to ever again."

 

[Mozza444]

Jareks voice was one of the few things Drahff remembered from the night before and his presence in the Wagon thankfully helped to lift the atmosphere. As he turned to face Jarek the Nord in a still very timid voice mutterd "Ah my favorite drinking buddy"
However as he did so he was confronted with a pale red and from the sound of the explanation given alcoholic drink.
"Thanks, but i.. i had enough last night. I'm sure you of all people know that."

 

[Arrogancy]

Swims-Faster seemed to be upset about necromancy. That was hardly surprising, most of the people Zavier had known had some grievances about necromancers. It was a dangerous discipline of magic, some said that it corrupted men's souls. Zavier was uncertain as to how true that claim was, though he would more than admit that focus and restraint were critical in conjuration and doubly so for anyone who practiced necromancy. "It's still a valid school of magic that should be studied. Carefully, I don't disagree, but studied nonetheless. How are we to find ways to circumvent the problems posed by the school and it's practitioners if we fail to understand it." He said to Swims-Faster. "You claim to have many friends, Raksada." Zavier continued, turning to address the khajiit next to him, "Exactly what do they keep you aware of?" Information was one of the most important resources that one could trade in, and it was good to know as much as one could.

 

[Mozza444]

A conversation arises between the two 'Whips':
"Looks like we have everybody here"
"Are we taking the normal route or the one that Sten suggested"
"I've dealt with that Redgaurd before.. he is a strange one, i'm used to the normal route. But Sten does have is ways.. and they do work"
"So Stens route it is?"
"Yeah" The driver cocks his head over his shoulder as he flicks his wrist, you hear his voice "Away we go" faintly over the harsh crack of the whip.

And you are now on the road

 

[Redryhno]

"Necromancy possess no problemss to me, Zsavier, only the black ssoul gemss.I undersstand it very well, it'ss that ssingle facset I have grievancess againsst."

 

[Malyc]

Raksada accepted the likeness, saying "I'll let them know to be cautious." He folded up the paper, and put it the inner pocket of his cloak. I will tell my contact to not withold my name. Better she leave them alive and come for me than kill them and come for me anyway. He knew of several thieves guild contacts in whiterun that had webs of contacts even greater than Raksada's own.

He wrapped his cloak more tightly around himself, both to ward off the wind and to hide his identity from any possible onlookers. The wagons started rolling, and they were on their way...

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

The Orc sat back as the Imperial from the previous night entered and sheathed his dagger. He looked at him scornfully as he offered Drahff the liquor, though he didn't speak up. Faulgor only turned at the Nord with the same piercing glare, daring him to take a drink. Nodding in approval as the Nord declined the offer, the Orc was assured that he got the message and waited to the journey to begin. He jostled in his seat a bit as the horses began pulling the carriage and looked out the window, watching the trees go by.

 

[Arrogancy]

The caravan set off toward Whiterun at a fairly quick pace. It almost seemed too slow for Zavier's liking. Bandits were a common problem along every major roadway, but with the civil war raging they had multiplied rapidly across Skyrim.

It would be good to be back in Whiterun, Zavier thought as they passed by the various woods that dotted the Rift. He had a few business contacts in Whiterun who kept him up-to-date on the latest developments that could make a man quite wealthy. Thus far, Zavier had money invested in a smithy in Markarth, an inn around Solitude, and his associates were trying to raise money to start an overland trading company to capitalize on shortages the war had brought on. It would be good to check in and see what new developments they had prepared next.

 

[Mozza444]

Faulgor whilst staring through the trees nearly slipped into a daydream. However something caught his eye..

Spoiler: Archer!!!

This Orc may be a brute but he has one hell of a keen eye.

Spoiler: OOC

This prevents the Wagon being attacked, a roll of 18 made sure Faulgor saved Drahff from being hit by the arrow.

Upon being hit the noise caused the Horses to panic and they galloped out of harms way.

Bandits successfully avoided.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Faulgor looked through the trees, breathing deep the crisp air and relishing every fresh breath. Suddenly, there was movement, and something in the Orc's mind clicked - he sprung forward and grabbed Drahff by his collar, then pulled him forward and onto the opposite seat. An arrow flew through the carriages window and lodged itself into the wall, right where the Nord's head had been resting just a split second before.

"Archer!!" The Orc shouted, his voice bellowing from the carriage, and the horses began galloping at full speed. Luckily, for the Nord, he'd been looking out that particular window. Otherwise, the shaft of an arrow would be occupying the pocket in which Drahff's left eye resided.

 

[Right Hook]

Jarek reached over and removed the arrow from the wagon wall, he looked it over, a simple iron arrow, the bandits were lucky ones, they wouldn't have stood a chance if this was all they could muster for an opening volley. He made eye contact with Faulgor.

"Nice job, I'm glad you're on our side." Jarek said simply. He got the feeling that this Nord wasn't going to make it very far.

 

[Malyc]

Raksada was a bit confused as to why the bandits would attack a 2 wagon convoy. Even if they had been merchants, there would still have been enough guards to make it too much trouble to be worth it. "It appears the bandits in this area are as incompetant as ever." He said with a smirk.

 

[Arrogancy]

"Let's hope we don't encounter the more competent ones." Zavier said. It was an exceptionally useless gesture on the part of the bandits. He had gone across the length and breadth of most of Skyrim at this point, there had been bandits and thieves everywhere. Some held outposts near roads, some held forts that weren't entirely ruins. Some were large enough that they had their own insignia and seemed like a minor army. That though, might have been the poorest showing he had seen since his arrival. And that was suspicious. "Perhaps we should stay on our guard," He recommended, "Just to be safe. No one is that thoroughly incompetent."