Tamrielic Adventures: Vol. 2

[BetaB17]

A growl could be heard, and a stomp from his boot. Maurzol went to throw Ulysius out of his way. His eyes gleamed with fury and his body ached for a challenge "What did you say, Bret!?" His fist clenched and his muscles flexed, while moments ago he was more passive, now he's no different than an incident waiting to happen.

[Unionhack]

Valentia tried not to squeak in the face of adversity and intimidation. "Just leave us alone. The ordinators will deal with you if... if I don't."

[Crepe the Ashlander]

Ulysius moved out the way as quick as he could and simply shook his head hoping the Breton would notice him.

[The SheoDovah]

"Touch her and I will remove your manhood." Psyfalia told the orc in a threatening manner. She knew she didn't stand a chance against him in her current condition but did not care. If she could protect the scared woman, she would.

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien thought on something. "P.. Perhaps the O.. Kind Maurzol.. C.. could he.. Help us?" She asked nervously unsure if that was good. She liked being called cute however.

[Alarra]

Outside the Black Shalk cornerclub

Niralie was also intimidated by the orc, but she didn't want him bothering Katien either. She was ready to add her voice and magicka to the defense of the young Breton, but then she remembered that the ordinators would probably be willing to throw them out of the city at the smallest excuse. She quickly stepped between the orc and her companions. "If the ordinators catch us fighting we'll all be in trouble." She looked at the massive orc. "Please... just leave us be. A-all we want is to have a drink and rest before moving on."

[BetaB17]

The orc was ready for his challenge, his weapon still not drawn. Psyfalia and Valentia were certainly not able to quell this beast who lived for conflict, but then a voice of reason and a voice of innocence did some good. His rage blushed face started to fade, but his shoulders were still stiff. He straightened his spine and shot out his forearm with a finger pointed to Katien "Good that one of you has a mind above the rest.." he stated bluntly, and then shifted his point to Niralie "And Malacath be praised, another knows better than to challenge mighty Maurzol!"

[Archer]

Outside the Black Shalk Cornerclub
Slightly annoyed by the loud, large Orc, Aenar shook his head at his words. "Brutish, aren't you?" He muttered to himself, hopefully quiet enough so the Orc wouldn't hear.

[Alarra]

Outside the Black Shalk Cornerclub

Well, I'm not going to argue with that, Niralie decided, taking a half step back as the orc pointed at her. While that wasn't quite her reason for trying to stop a fight, it was true enough, at least in her current state. (She wondered what the outcome would be if she were to fight him with her magic when at full strength with distance to maneuver.) At least it looked like she'd calmed him down for now.

[MARS]

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Outside the Black Shalk

Sethesi hadn't said anything, and only squinted at Maurzol in disbelief. She had dealt with people with testosterone levels far too high before, but they truly had nothing on that Orc. Still, a swift knee to the codpiece would probably immobilize him if need be. If there was one practical skill she had it was kicking men in the genitals.

"Now then," she spoke up without leaving Maurzol out of her eyes. "Lest we want the Ordinators to cut us down right here we should all stop making a ruckus and go about our business. Orc, why don't you just step inside the cornerclub and relax for a while?"

"Right, everyone who isn't going to the market, come inside with me," Raylis said and opened the door to the cornerclub. Inside was a long bar, some tables in the background, a few grumpy looking Dunmer men standing around, and a short staircase leading to what was presumably the hallway with the rooms. It was decorated much like the rest of Vivec: dark rugs, glum portraits on the wall and black lanterns.

Meanwhile Sethesi signaled for everyone else to gather around her and wait for the flood (Maurzol) to pass.

Wilderness somewhere in the Ascadian Isles which is a total mouthful so I'll continue saying wilderness, Mr.

As Llela drifted to sleep, so did the others drift into thoughtful silence. Everyone had their own new information to process and no one felt like talking. After a few hours they stopped to rest without lighting a campfire, then they resumed their trek through the marshy landscape.

Llevana knew that she should feel lost in her situation: she didn't know where she was going, why she was going there, or what she'd be doing after she reached that destination. But honestly, she didn't care. She had her friends back and that was all that mattered to her at the moment.

[The SheoDovah]

The cornerclub

Psyfalia entered the club with Raylis and went to sit down at the nearest table. She was glad to finally be able to rest and hoped that the food was decent.

[BetaB17]

The orc huffed out a bit of steam, and did what he originally came to do, get alcohol and relax. Maurzol went to go inside, but not before cracking his neck to ease the stress.

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[Alarra]

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Edited my character sheet a bit to add more detail to her appearance and personality now that I've got a clearer picture of her in my mind. MARS has already added it to the front post.

Name: Niralie
Race: Altmer
Sex: Female
Appearance: Golden-skinned, lightly built, and of fairly average height for an Altmer, though slightly on the shorter side. Her dark brown hair falls partway between her shoulders and the middle of her back, and she tends to wear it loose with some small braids to hold it in place. Green eyes, and a soft face. Wears mage's robes.
Personality: Niralie has a thoughtful nature and prefers to think things over before jumping into them. If not given the chance, however, she does her best to quickly analyze the situation and act accordingly. For the most part, pretty friendly and easy to get along with. She's also a bit of a bookworm.
A short bio: Niralie was born in the Imperial City. Her parents encouraged her to train in magic since she was fairly young. While she did attend the Arcane University for several years, she grew restless and eager to see new places. She bought a sword and took some lessons for a time, and then ventured out to see the world. She traveled with some merchants for a while before splitting off on her own in Vvardenfell.
Skills: She's passable with a sword thanks to her lessons, but hasn't had much experience using it in a real fight yet. As far as magic, she's most skilled in Destruction and Restoration. She also knows how to enchant items, which is how she paid for the supplies for her journey.

Black Shalk Cornerclub

Niralie followed. When she got inside she headed straight to the bar - she'd need a drink before sleeping today. "I'll have shein please," she said to the bartender, pulling off her pack and reaching into it for her money. She'd liked the comberry wine when she had tried it shortly after arriving in Morrowind.

[The SheoDovah]

The Tavern. I don't care what they call it, it is a tavern. Fine, it's the cornerclub.

"Oh great." Psyfalia uttered under her breath after noticing the brute enter the club. She felt a bit hungry and hadn't drank since suran. She got up and walked over to the bartender then waited for him. "I'll pay for it." She informed Niralie and gave her a friendly smile before yawning.

[Crepe the Ashlander]

Ulysius followed into the Cornerclub, he hadn't been involved in anyway but he didn't want to miss his chance to make more friends in this glum city, "What are you people doing here anyway? Group this large is bound to be up to something", Ulysius stated aloud.

[Unionhack]

"Well..." Valentia said, dusting off her robes. "Now that that's done... let's go take care of these lists." she said to Katien.

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien nodded and looked at where the orc went, frowning slightly. She set off after Valentia, helping with the shopping lists.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Black Shalk Cornerclub

Arellius was already sitting by the bar, sipping a vile-tasting drink he'd been handed when asking for ale though was certain wasn't, as the others had entered.

He hadn't been bothered with the petty-ness; the ego-stretching and empty-threats, and was quick to turn and enter on his own as it had begun. The Orc was an idiot; his companions too were idiots for having given him the time of day.

[Unionhack]

"Where are you from, Katien?" Valentia asked politely as she made her way from stall to stall and shop to shop.

[The-Shadow-One]

"N..Nowhere special.. J..just.. a there place..." Then there was an awkward silence. "W..What a..about you...yourself?" Katien asked politely. She didn't much like talking.

[Unionhack]

"The Imperial City, actually." Valentia replied. "If you're not comfortable talking, I understand."

[Alarra]

Black Shalk Cornerclub

"Oh, um, thanks," Niralie said, surprised - after all, barely a few minutes ago, Psyfalia had offered to pay for Niralie's supplies as well. She ignored Ulysius. The question wasn't really directed at her in particular and someone like Raylis would be better to answer.

As she stood by the bar waiting for her drink she realized that the man sitting just a few feet away was none other than the Imperial mercenary that had traveled with the group. She hadn't noticed him slipping away on his own. That was one thing that made her so uneasy about him (aside from the obvious fact that he'd already tried to kill her): while the Orc might be a more intimidating presence, his behavior was at least a bit predictable and could be manipulated with words. The Imperial's habits of skulking around quietly, giving no hints to his motives, unsettled her. (At least he'd put his blades away upon entering the city.) She didn't know a thing about him or his plans, even his name, she realized.
"You," she addressed him, leaning on the bar a bit. She hoped that by learning more about him she'd know what to expect from him, if he was indeed staying with the group. "What's your name? I don't recall you saying it, back in the wilderness."

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III – Black Shalk Club.

It took Arellius a moment to even realise that the Elf's question was directed towards him. He was turned almost entirely away, hunched over his 'ale', sipping-away somewhat-contentedly, somewhat-reluctantly; his a expression a strange mix of both disgust and delight – he was absolute parched but that didn't make his drink taste any less like goblin [&@%!]; it was truly, truly awful. The silence had stretched out between he and the Elf several moments before he begun to get the sense that the question may have perhaps been directed at him and so he turned, slowly, perturbedly and with a sullen look decorating his countenance, to face the Altmer. He didn't look happy with the interruption; the drink remained firm in his grip.

His obvious irritation soon subsided however, he realised the benefits of at the very least avoiding conflict with his new travelling companions; his posture softened and his body language became more open as he moved to address the Elf - though not without a quick inspection of the grievance he had caused her. His gaze snapped first to the wounded shoulder, although there was not a hint of guilt in the look he gave it; rather there was a sense of detached curiosity, as if he was examining her robes, or perhaps something behind her, (it could have been the wallwork for all his expression gave away), as opposed to the wretched wound that he himself had inflicted. It was only a momentary glance however, and next his own dark eyes where focused on her own green.

“Arellius,” he answered, his tone cool, though there as a harsh edge to it. He didn't see the harm in giving away his name, however. “My name's Arellius.”

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EDIT: wasn't happy with some of the sentence structuring; same general message after edit, though.

[The SheoDovah]

"Don't mention it." Psyfalia told Niralie and gave her a friendly smile. She liked doing kind things for people but had no intention on buying the imperial stuff due to the attempted murder on her new friends.

[BetaB17]

Maurzol went and grabbed himself a seat near the bar to himself, with a sturdy wall behind his even more sturdy back. "Wine! And plenty of it!" he said as he slammed his hand upon the surface, taking care to hold back his strength less not he break it