Frontier: Vvardenfell

[Sloady]

"I apologize Qa'Mhirr. Memories... trouble me." He brushed aside the memory, and looked down at the table in shame. He looked up again to see the innkeep. The look of fear upon her face troubled him, but as her eyes met his, the look melted away. She placed the drink on the table. The drink was in a glass, and the liquid inside was black as night. A smell was coming off the drink that could have got him drunk on its own. He took a single sip of the black, warm, thick liquid, and the memories of yesteryear were locked away again. He sat back in his chair, and sighed. "That last guy better get here soon. I'm fixing to get moving." He grinned at the khajiit. "I hope you like boats and rowing."

[POMC S117]

"So, have you got any tales to tell?" Said Stros to Leiden.

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

Spoiler:

I apologize for the lack of a post yesterday. I was unexpectedly busy.

"I want to get going soon, the thought of spoils gives me anxiety. I've been in numerous tombs, ruins, and caves, and I've experience. You'll have a lesser chance of running into traps with me." Llarays said, sitting back in his chair. His hands went behind his head and his legs crossed. The bottle of Flin he had was balanced on his knee, ready to tip over any moment. "We should plan how we're going to travel, as in formation or something. Leiden, can you share the route with us?"

[Chaos the N'wah]

"Qa'Mhirr loves boats, like tree swaying, but not water...no water, ever," he looked down at his, now empty, flask dejectedly. Looking around, "Swayingggg...." Qa'Mhirr disappeared in a small puff of smoke, reappearing on the floor next to Llarays. The dagi-raht reached out for the bottle of Flin...

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"Khajiit want Flin? Have it. I'll order another one, I don't care. The value of the spoils will be enough to compensate for it." Llarays said, pushing the Flin near the Khajiit's hand. "Innkeep, another Flin, please. I'm afraid this Khajiit wants mine. Qa'Mhirr, don't you dare pour it on my head."
"How much time will it take to travel to Vvardenfell by boat?" Llarays asked Sloady Leiden.

[Chaos the N'wah]

Qa'Mhirr quickly grabbed the bottle and disappeared again, showing up on the support beam bracers above. He paused before he uncorked the bottle and looked down at Llarays, "Qa'Mhirr wishes you warm sands, friend, or what ever it is that Dunmer like.." immediately popping the bottle open and began drinking with both hands pushing it above his head, finishing it in moments. Qa'Mhirr wrapped his tail around the bracer and hung upside down from his tail to put the bottle on the table. He curled back into the nook of the support beam bracer.

[OblivionDuruza]

Thoryn stayed the night in an inn in Blacklight before heading south, planning to make for Kragenmoor to the south and eventually Mournhold District. He travelled with a group of travelling merchants to the town of D'vam and bade them farewell at the local inn, the Rusty Chariot, entering and making for the bar to order a room for the night and a bottle of Greef.

"Actually, make that a bottle of Flin," he muttered, "I have some extra coin to spare and it seems I've developed a tongue for Imperial liquor."

Spoiler:

You guys do realise that Flin is much more expensive than Greef, Sujamma, Shein and Mazte right? I wouldn't be too quick to share a 100 Drake bottle of imported whiskey if I were you AtoM

[Chaos the N'wah]

Spoiler:

Too late, Khajiit isn't going to pass on top-shelf liquor

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

Spoiler:

He thinks that the spoils is worth sharing 100-drake liquor, and the bottle was almost empty.

[Sloady]

Leiden looked up from his stupor to see a Dunmer walk into the inn. He knew this inn inside and out - this man was a newcomer. Perhaps...
"You there!" He called out. "Dunmer! Perchance, do you carry that sword for more than just show? An expedition, perhaps? If so, you best not have ordered a drink, because that expedition just happens to be leaving quite soon. We'll just be finishing our drinks, and we'll be off." Taking a sip from his mug, he sat back in his chair and turned to Llarays. "It'll take at least a solid hour rowing, but it's a perfect day for it, thank Azura. As for the route, we can talk about that along the way. I'm not opposed to making some detours. After all, what is this trip about except looting dead settlements?"

[POMC S117]

"I'm fine with rowing." Said Stros. "When I lived in Sentinel I had to row everyday."

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"Rowing is fine. It's not like walking over there. As long as we don't get attacked by those annoying Slaughterfish, rowing is fine." Llarays said, relieved. "Dunmer, who just walked into the inn, do you know of an expedition?"

[POMC S117]

"I don't know about the slaughterfish of Morrowind, but in Hammerfell, a normal-sized one can feed a family of nine for a day."

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

Spoiler:

How about nine rats?

"That's big. I hope we don't consistently run into those. Leiden, will we have Dreugh, possibly?"

[POMC S117]

"So, have you done any adventuring?"

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"Yes, I have. A lot, in fact. This is the first time I'm going to be in Morrowind, though. One time, I single-handedly killed three Dragons before they could even breathe fire on me."

[POMC S117]

"Err.. sure." He said, obviously thinking that the Dunmer was lying.

[Chaos the N'wah]

A light cackling could be heard above, Qa'Mhirr peered over, "The Redguard thinks not, perhaps we'll have the chance to call your bluff on the island, who knows where the lizards land without the cliffracers to pester them.." he purred slyly

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"I sneaked onto the back of one, and then plunged my sword into it's head, again and again, while his buddies started attacking me. I rolled of the dead dragon's back, climbed up a tree, and while one of the dragons knocked over the tree towards itself, ran to the "top" which was pointed towards the dragon, and jumped and slashed at the dragon's eyes. It promptly rolled over, dead. The last dragon flew up, possibly scared, I don't know, but then I shot an arrow into the dragon's eye and mouth." Llarays said, staring at the ceiling.

[POMC S117]

"Wow... Never heard of a dragon that could be killed by a butter knife."

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"Well, for one, the "butter knife" which was almost four feet long with a width of two inches had poison on it, which I should've probably mentioned."

[POMC S117]

"Well, in Hammerfell it is cowardly to attack an unprovoked creature from behind. It's shameful, even more so as the dragons were babes." Joked Stros. He didn't believe the Dunmer at all.

[Chaos the N'wah]

"This one hasn't heard of many dragons gathering together that didn't involve fighting," the Dagi-raht laughed, "The best possible thought would be you killed three friendly dragons having a nice chat...or cubs," Qa'Mhirr began laughing so hard he fell to the floor with a light thud, silence, then the laughing continued.

[POMC S117]

"Well, it is cold in Skyrim." Laughed Stros, falling to the floor as well.

[Sloady]

Leiden rolled his eyes at the state of his stone-cold mercenaries. Still, they weren't an unfriendly bunch, and that was good. Less chance of being stabbed in the back by one of them, and people who got on well together generally listened to each other more. He couldn't help think, however, that when the alcohol stopped flowing, and they had been trekking for hours on end, the smiles would stop.