Tamrielic Adventures: Vol. 2

[MARS]

Black Shalck Cornerclub

The barkeep seemed really annoyed with the tidal wave of people who had just flooded his otherwise peaceful cornerclub. He gave out the drinks ordered with quiet glares and demanded payment up front. Except from the Orc. He was too big. But if he caused trouble later, he'd call in the Ordinators. He just hoped that they'd do their thing outside, so that he wouldn't have to scrub guts out of the floor.

Raylis approached the disgruntled Dunmer and exchanged a few quiet words with him. "Fine!" the barkeep barked. "But you're out of here by nightfall. I need my rooms."

Raylis went back to the others to bring them the news.

"We can use the rooms all day," he announced to no one in particular. If they didn't hear him that was fine, so long as one was paying attention. "We have to leave by tonight, but until then you can do as you please here. I'll be off to find us the boat, then."

He didn't wait for a reply and went outside.

On the way to the shops/market/whatever

Sethesi frowned at Katien's stammering. She had known unsociable people, but that girl was really something else. She decided she would make it a point to discover what had caused her obviously deep aversion to human contact.

"So, what do you guys want to get first?" she asked. "Clothes, supplies?"

[Unionhack]

"Supplies first, I think." Valentia responded.

[The SheoDovah]

The Cornerclub

"Thank you." Psyfalia told the bartender after ordering some Greef and paying for her and Niralie's drink. She walked over to the nearest bar stool near Nirale and sat down on it. She let out another yawn and hoped Niralie would join her at the table. So much for sleeping untill tomorrow She bitterly thought to herself as she removed her stained robes to reveal a white shirt and brown leather trousers with a pair of brown shoes. She rolled up the robes and shoved them into her more or less ruined satchel. She let out an annoyed sighed after noticing that the potions and skooma had also affected her long sleeved shirt.

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EDIT:DIdn't realise that the tables are that far away. Have editied in the bar stool so the rest of the posts make sense

[Alarra]

Black Shalk Cornerclub

Niralie initially thought that the Imperial was intentionally ignoring her, and after several moments was about to repeat her question, annoyed, but then he turned to respond. His clear irritation made her tense, but to her surprise he relaxed a bit and answered. That didn't make her feel any better about the brief appraising look he gave her shoulder, though, and she found herself too unnerved to hold the mercenary's gaze. She tried to hide it by glancing down toward the nearby stool as she pulled it out and sat down with the drink that had just arrived (she really was too tired to stand around for much longer). Fear became fury when she raised her glass to sip her wine and small spears of pain stabbed through the semi-healed wound, making her wince.

After drinking some she set it down and turned to look back at him. "Arellius," she echoed in a similarly cold tone. She took a breath. "Since meeting our group you've tried to kill some of us, and you've barely said a word. How do we know you're not planning to stick a dagger in our backs the first chance you get?"

[The SheoDovah]

Cornerclub

Psyfalia looked at the Imperial after Niralie spoke to him. "He did c-c-c.." She said before letting out a long yawn. "Catch me when i jumped." She added after the yawn and drank some of her brandy. "But yeah, how d-d-d" She tried to say to the imperial before yawning again. "Do we know that you won't slit our thro-thro-" She yawned for a third time within the space of a minute. She was starting to feel a bit sleepy. "throats in our sleep? You tried to kill poor Niralie and Valentia mere hours ago." She knew she would end up falling asleep soon. "Niralie, i can pay for your room if you want." She told her friend. She was very easy to befriend but hoped that Niralie considered her a friend as well. She knew that Niralie was tired but was unsure if she was in danger of sleeping at the counter.

[MARS]

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You don't need to pay for the rooms, Dovah, that's been settled. Should've made it more clear sorry.

Vivec - Lower Waistworks

"Alright," Sethesi replied. "We'll want to go to the Plaza, then. It's not far, we just have to go up these stairs here, and..."

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The Plaza, like everything inside Vivec was pretty underwhelming, apart from its sheer size. The people all looked moderately annoyed, the Ordinators were watching, and even the plants seemed to be hanging their heads down in misery. Regardless, Sethesi was fit like a spring chicken. It had been a while since she'd been here.

"Alright, how about seeing an alchemist first. Right over here..." she lead Valentia and Katien towards a door on one end of the plaza. "Have you ever been affiliated with the Mages Guild?" she asked Valentia.

[Unionhack]

"I'm a member of the guild, actually." Valentia replied. "Evoker rank."

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien just stayed quiet. "I.. is that good?" She asked Valentina. Not all knowledgeable on the mage's guild.

[Unionhack]

"It's not a very high rank, but I like to think that even being a member at all is prestigious enough." Valentia replied. "My mother and father are both Warlock rank, much higher than myself."

[MARS]

"Then you'll feel right at home!" Sethesi said as she opened the door. "This is the official guild hall of Vivec."

The guild hall seemed pretty average: lots of books, robed people standing or sitting, enchanting tables, the regular mages guild deal.

"I believe that's the alchemist here," Sethesi continued, pointing at a woman with a face that made her look like an angry bulldog. "You can get whatever you want from her. Maybe she'll give you a discount for being a member."

[Unionhack]

"Right, thank you!" Valentia replied, heading over to the alchemist.

"Greetings!" she began, smiling. "I'm a member of the guild from Cyrodiil, visiting Morrowind for a short while. I've got to pick up a few things; can you help me with reagents?"

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfalia realised that she didn't have to pay due to Raylis covering the cost of the rooms and felt a bit embarrassed. She didn't listen due to how tired she was and went to rest her head on the counter.

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Did an edit to the post before the last. Psyfalia is near Niralie now and this post is just correcting some mistakes.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Black Shalck Cornerclub

“You don't.”

Arellius' answer was simple, honest, direct; he doubted they'd have believed him if he'd guaranteed their safety, anyway. His fingers flexed around his glass as he carefully chose his next words, a small, half-menacing grin slowly formed on his countenance as he searched for reactions. However, he was tense, despite what his demeanour might have put across: planting but an inkling of trust now might serve him greatly later. He needed to plant that inkling; the grin dropped somewhat as he continued.

“Same as I don'know whether you's'll slit me throat as I sleep either.” His gaze flashed to the Altmer's wounded shoulder a moment before re-fixing itself on her own features. “Ya'ave a better motive t'do me harm than I've t'you, cer'ainly. Think abou'it: I'd gain nothin' from yer murders. It'd be petty, reasonless; all it'd do's secure me leave from the group.” He took a sip from his glass, giving a brief pause, before finally adding: “point is: if anything it's me who should be aferd; it's yous who've a reason t'harm anyone, and yous who've backin'.”

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I tried harder to give something that people can actually respond to this time; probably included too much dialogue, but: meh.

[The SheoDovah]

Cornerclub

"You m-make a good point." Psyfalia told the imperial as she yawned whilst resting her head on the counter. "But you could be waiting for the perfect time to betray us." She said as she moved her head off the counter in order to drink the brandy before looking at the imperial. "Neither me or Niralie are g-g-g-g.." She said before yawning again. "going to kill you in sleep. Nor is Valentia or Katien." She reassured the imperial. She still didn't trust him and part of her body language may have reflected that.

[MARS]

Mages Guild

"Sure," Craetia Jullalian replied. Her voice wasn't quite as grumpy as her face, but she seemed very business-like. "What is it you need? I've got everything that grows on Vvardenfell in stock, as well as atronach salts, a daedra heart and some vampire dust."

[Unionhack]

"I have a list right here." Valentia responded, holding up one of the lists that was delegated to her.

[MARS]

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Do we have text evidence of this list or should I just say that she gives you the ingredients and you can pick what you have later when you need them?

[Unionhack]

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Yeah, let's go with the latter. TLD never clarified what we on the lists.

[MARS]

"Right..." the Imperial alchemist took the listed ingredients out of the cupboards and shelves, put them on the counter for Valentia to inspect, and finally handed her the bill.

"That'll be a total of...347 Drakes, then."

[Unionhack]

Valentia went through the funds that Psyfalia had given to her, and placed the current amount out for Craetia. "I believe this will cover it. Thank you!"

[The SheoDovah]

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Go with the latter. As for the clothes, it's up to Mars. same with the rest.

[BetaB17]

Maurzol took his wine with great pleasure, drinking it with such avarice to make the deserts envy this orc. As he finished his drink in a single motion, he brought it down to the table "Another!" As he waited for service, he couldn't help but listen to the commotion

His eyebrow perked as he overheard the petty talks between the most evident sour pair "Heh.. never heard of a skeever befriending any other than it's own..." he said, most obviously targeted at Arellius, and most evidently under his breath

[Alarra]

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Well, they did list the things they needed.

Niralie's:
As Raylis answered the others' questions, she pulled a piece of paper and some charcoal out of her pack and wrote the list. It included a couple health, stamina, and magicka potions, a book about basic Alteration magic (assuming Psyfalia could find one), and a robe with her size indicated.
[and let's assume that includes the shirt/etc that goes under said robe - she'll need to replace the one that got sliced in the shoulder.]

Psyfalia's:
"Green or blue robes. A few shirts and trousers that are very soft. Several rolls of blank parchment and an ink pot with a quill." Psyfalia told Valentia. "Thank you. Oh and a new leather satchel. Brown if you can find it. If not, just get me any you can find. This should cover it." The altmer told the woman as she got out a coinpurse with 500 septims in. "Feel free to use some for yourself and katien."


Also, quick question for later - if Niralie were to desire a bath to clean up her shoulder and stuff, is it the sort of old-fashioned thing where she'd pay and they'd heat up water for her? Just curious as to whether she'd need to approach the bartender about that or not.

Black Shalk Cornerclub

To some extent, Niralie wished that Psyfalia hadn't said that. It was true that she couldn't see any of them attacking him in his sleep - they weren't murderers - but he didn't need to know that. It might be for the best if he kept his distance.
Niralie took another sip of her wine (this time using her left hand) and stared forward across the bar for a minute, thinking, her elbow on the counter and chin resting on a curled-up hand. She respected the fact that Arellius had at least been truthful about not being able to trust him; she wasn't interested in false reassurances. She looked back at him a few moments later, her expression and voice still cold.
"One could argue that if you were so afraid of us attacking you, you might strike preemptively and flee," Niralie pointed out. She paused for a moment. "But Psyfalia's right: you do have a point." Her face softened slightly and grudging gratitude entered her voice as she continued: "And you did help us at the silt strider port."

She raised her glass and downed more wine, a bit more this time than she had before. After finishing her drink, she would find a room, she decided.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer – Black Shalk CornerClub

Arellius' merely nodded as both Altmer spoke, unreacting to their words; though that wasn't to say not delighted by what he was hearing. He'd never thought them to be capable of his murder, Niralie was right: he wouldn't have tolerated their presence if he had, but their seeming eagerness to baulk from such an association, their apparent willingness to warm their relationship, was certainly encouraging. They hadn't said much, but it had been enough to reassure him that they weren't an immediate threat. Of course: they could be lying; manipulating him, some paranoid element of his being whispered, but he was quick to discount such a possibility. They didn't seem that sort of people.

His drained the last of his ale before moving to respond, grimacing slightly as the cool, atrociously-cool, coolly-atrocious liquid pass down his gullet. “I'd've nothin't'gain from betrayin' yas,” he remarked towards Psyfalia; “this Raylis promises free food, drink, and decent lodgin'; there'd need t'be good reason fer me t'pass tha'up.” He relaxed somewhat, tension lifting; his grin widening to himself. “And I'm cer'ainly not put off by some'o'tha' company, either.”

[The SheoDovah]

The corner Tavern

"It would have to be a good reason for anyone to pass it up." Psyfalia remarked to the Imperial and yawned. She was starting to fall asleep and knew that she had best find a room soon unless she wanted to fall off the stool or sleep at the counter. "I think I shall find a room and sleep in a few minutes." she informed Niralie before drinking more brandy. The bottle was half empty now. "How's the sh-sh-sh-" She tried to ask before yawning. "Shoulder?" She knew she may have trouble walking to her room but hoped that she had enough energy left to be able to reach the bed.