Tamrielic Adventures: Vol. 2

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien frowned, she looked down, worried, what was those noises? She didn't know.. nor did she want to.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Nerevar's Prowess

Arellius stood at his bosses right hand side as he stared out into the sea. The stupid, [&@%!]' sea that he'd really come to hate over the course of the voyage. The bobbing of the ship coupled with the screaming of the vampire had meant he hadn't had a good nights sleep in days which was causing him to become even more irritable than usual.

He was going to snap if it didn't shut it soon.

"Can someone just kill it already." He growled rhetorically, slowly stroking the hilt of his steel tanto. The steel tanto that he desperately wanted to wedge between the girls shoulder blades and cut through her heart with if only it would give him a moments peace.

[Eltee]

Suran

"Eh, shaite." Llela sighed, glancing toward the rapidly darkening northern horizon. She instinctively grabbed Vana's hand, as one would a child who was apt to wander. "It won't be safe to be outside for much longer. Let's say you could lose your hand by reaching too far ahead in a Vvardenfelli ash storm." She quipped as she led her lover back toward the inn. "We might be stuck here a while longer."

[Hissien]

Gaenidil sighed and put his pipe away. He quickly, running in fact, headed towards the inn. He loved morrowind, the verdant green hills, the swamps and the many plants that could be used for potions... But the damn ash storms were another story entirely.

Once in the inn the bosmer took a seat at a table to wait out the storm. It would probably be even more time before he could satisfy his hunger, so he grumbled and put his feet up on a table. He waved to a serving wench, tossed her a few septims for a drink and some food and smiled contentedly at the girl.

[JVElEven]

Aelintha looked out the door of the inn as Gaenidil entered, eyes widening in surprise.

"Ooh! How do you conjure up that?" she asked very loudly.

[CBR JGWRR]

Streets of Suran

Sinyail saw the incoming ash storm, and ran to the nearest building, which was the Tribunal Temple.

[Hissien]

Gaenidil tilted his head and looked at Aelintha. He smiled and took a puff of his pipe. "I haven't any idea of what you mean." He said after a moment.

[JVElEven]

Inn

Aelintha pointed at the dust storm.
"That. I want to be able to do that."

[Hissien]

Gaenidil laughed alloud. "Might want to talk to Azura about that friend, but tell me if it all works out for you." Gaenidil smiled and gestured to the seat beside him. "Come have a seat, the ash storm isn't going anywhere."

[JVElEven]

Alindrel (Mixed the names up there. Whoopsie) relented and sat down on the pointed out seat, sighing.

"I wonder why I've hung around here."

[MARS]

Suran, Desele's

Everyone who had taken refuge inside the establishment was shaken and confused. Most of them weren't even natives, and had thus never experienced an Ash Storm (or whatever this was) before.

"Well, so much for our plan!" Llevana said. She was a little aggravated, and so her voice was fairly audible to everyone in the vicinity.

Suran, Temple

The temple was empty, save for a hooded figure, sitting on the floor in the middle of the main room, with his legs crossed.

Nerevar's Prowess

Gudrun exhaled violently and pushed her right thumb against her temple. She wasn't happy with how things were turning out, but at least they were getting close to Suran. Over the past few days she had realized that finding two Dunmer, one of them a native, in Vvardenfell would be about as easy as finding two specific straws in a field of hay.

"Arellius!" she called. "We need to discuss some things; in private."

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Nerevar's Prowess

Arellius, who was standing right beside the young Nord, gave a small nod.

"Yer cabin or mine?" He asked in his usual husky tone.

[MARS]

Nerevar's Prowess

"Doesn't matter," Gudrun said, and started towards her own cabin.

She got straight to the point: "Thing is, we don't know where the ashskins are. We'll have to ask questions, do research. Trouble is, we don't don't want the crew, or Per knowing that we don't know. We'll have to split up."

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien took refugee in the House of Earthly Pleasure. "W-What is an Ash Storm..?" She asked out loud, nervous.

[MARS]

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Suran, Desele's

"If by 'was' you mean 'is still raging, hard', then yes," a typically gravely Dunmer voice said.

It came from a rather tall Dark Elf standing in the door. He was panting slightly as if he had been running. Llevana realized that he was probably the one she had seen on the guard tower; the one who had called out the ash storm in the first place.

[The-Shadow-One]

Suran, Desele's
Katien didn't get an awnser to her question, she sat down, looking for the least crowded table and sitting away from the nearest person.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Nerevar's Prowess

Arellius nodded slowly, simply. If he had any doubts about the plan he was saying them.

"So I'll be goin' ou' on me own or wi' some men?" He asked, glancing around the room for somewhere to sit down.

[Per]

Nerevar's Prowess

Per stood on deck, staring lustily at the solid ground not too far off. He now wore his old iron armor, with his satchel of possesions slung over his shoulder. He now spent most of his time on deck. If not for the fresh air, then at least to avoid Aythu's jammering. His hopes of the Darkys ever curing her had dropped to an all-time low.

The tall Nord was still malnourished, but the sight of Gudrun's leadership having its weaknesses had given him a sliver renewed hope and energy.

He eyed Gudrun and Arellius from behind. He couldn't hear them, but they were plotting something as usual. Per knew the Imperial had stolen his axe, but what could he do? He wished for the power to burn the entire ship to the ground. Or sea. Sadly, the only magic he knew was some basic restoration spells.

[Archer]

Suran, Desele's
"Anyone care to tell me what's going on?" Aenar asked as he stumbled into the building. Without waiting for an answer he found a table and sat down, not caring if it was taken.

[JVElEven]

Desele's

Alindrel was turning her head hither and tither to follow the mass of different people speaking, from the irritated dunmer over the shy girl to the elfy-looking fellow entering.

No... That probably IS an elf... she mused to herself, looking briefly back at her tablemate, checking if he was saying anything.

[Daring Fieldmajor]

Frondus gazed around, slightly worried and extremely confused. Outside, it sounded as if Molag Bal was raping Morrowind itself. He stifled a chuckle, and looked over to Valentia, keeping his Sujamma close. "Any idea what's going on out there?"

[Eltee]

Suran - Desele's

"There's always something to be said for speeches made on top of tables in inns, love." Llela noted with an impish smirk. "In any case, we'll probably be spending a few hours with these folk..."|

[CBR JGWRR]

Suran Temple

Sinyail decided to just sit down and wait the storm out. They always ended eventually...

[MARS]

Nerevar's Prowess

"No," Gudrun said. "You will take one man with you; the Nord. He needs to be isolated from the others, or rather, the others need to be isolated from him. I need to keep them under my control, and I can't do that when I have a prisoner with me. Plus, he will be motivated to look for his friends. No doubt he'll try to double-cross you. You have to make sure that you keep him on a leash. Threaten him, drive him forward at spearpoint if need be. We need him. We need him so that I can fulfill my contract. Are you up for this?"

Though her voice was steady, Arellius could feel that she wasn't quite as confident in her plans as she used to be. He could also feel that he would have to formulate his answer very carefully.

Suran, Desele's

The male Dunmer who had burst into the building was now ignoring everyone, as he was busy talking to Desele. Though the conversation seemed heated, both of them kept their voices too low for anyone to understand anything.

Llevana cracked her knuckles. Things weren't going her way; at all. She decided to follow through on what Llela had said, and nonchalantly stepped onto the table. She had to do something in order to keep her mind from going to places she didn't want it in.

"EVERYONE!" she called. Heads turned, and conversations stopped, save for the mysterious Dunmer and Desele.

"I don't know if you know me or not," Llevana began, rummaging around in her head furiously in order to get the right words. "It doesn't matter. Today I hung a notice on this establishment's door...but this ash storm or whatever is likely going to keep us locked up in here a while, so I would like to convey my notice to you directly. I'm a small-time adventurer, but I want to branch out. I want a company of my own. I want to start Tamriel's newest, and best, adventuring club. You all look like roamers, with no home and no family. Well, what better family than people who share your profession, namely the profession of not having a profession, except for survival? I'll be sitting right here with my good friend-" she pointed at Llela, "-if you're interested, just talk to me."

With that, she sat down on a free chair, put one leg over the other and examined the faces she had just spoken to.

Suran, Temple

"This storm will not end as soon as you think," a voice sounded through the temple. Oddly enough, it didn't sound like a Dark Elf. It was a male voice, weathered and experienced. The hooded figure moved, sitting up a bit straighter. The voice was obviously coming from him.

"For you it only just begins, in the form of an exceptionally strong earthly wind...but the true storm has been raging for quite some time, and today you will be blown away by it."

[JVElEven]

Suran, Desele's

Alindrel looked up.

"I do have a family!" she said loudly. "They're far away, but they're there. I mean, it would be strange to have no family at all, wouldn't it? I mean, you'd have an uncle... Or an aunt... Or a grandmother... Or perhaps a fourth cousin 13 times removed, but that would still be family, wouldn't it?"