The Elder Scrolls RP: The 4th Era[IC,OPEN]

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

'How many of you are there?'
He turned to the other man.
'You haven't seen any amulet. And I was talking about your.. entourage.'

[Brissia]

"Oh, I don't know. There is about 50 traders going around this place, but I think we have a total population of.....60 thousand back home. And excuse me for those girls......" The trader turned to the bearer of the amulet. "That amulet you have there looks like ancient magic.....and so does your sword. Fires enchantment, I think. Now, back to the amulet. Being a trader, I am interested in things that can't be found in normal shops, like that amulet. May I see it?" The trader put out his hand. It was rough and big, but the fingers were thin and delicate.

[The blood ravens]

"No you may not. Its a family heirloom, and I'd rather not have strangers handling it." Alex gets up from his seat. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to get this draugr blood off my armor." He says while walking out the door, and towards the gate.

[Juroain]

She approached a building and entered it, her presence eerie, beautiful, captivating and intoxicating all at the same time, voice mesmerizing and perfectly pitched, a Siren's song. Her crown's blue crystal pulsed brightly for a split second as she looked around, eyes following a man as he went out the door, a magical aura coming from somewhere on his body. Her scythe's blade glinted off the light as she turned back to the group, giving a small smile.

High above the clouds, unseen, a Dracolich was flying, one of her pets, there to swoop down and save his mistress if she was in trouble.

OOC: Yeah, no one can see the Dracolich. Don't respond to it.

PS: Dracolich equal undead dragon...Sorry, been playing Neverwinter Online, lol >.>

[Brissia]

"No you may not. Its a family heirloom, and I'd rather not have strangers handling it." Alex gets up from his seat. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to get this draugr blood off my armor." He says while walking out the door, and towards the gate.

"Vot pijon, a?" The trader looked at the Imperial, and put his hands back into his clothes. "So what's your story?"

[The blood ravens]

Alex exits solitude, and promptly enters a body of water, and begins scrubbing his armor. After 10 minutes the smell is gone, and his armor squeaky clean. "Ahh that's better." Alex enters solitude once again, and starts chatting with the guards weary of Thalmor spies.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

"No you may not. Its a family heirloom, and I'd rather not have strangers handling it." Alex gets up from his seat. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to get this draugr blood off my armor." He says while walking out the door, and towards the gate.

"Vot pijon, a?" The trader looked at the Imperial, and put his hands back into his clothes. "So what's your story?"

'As you may tell from my armour, I'm a Penitus Oculatus. The Emperor's sworn guard since the disbanding of the Blades. I am about to leave Skyrim, though I can't say why.'

[Al Meajilia]

Darhelm Dragonbane sat on a bridge in Markarth late at night, awaiting his love the Breton Muiri. He was sitting, thinking about the current Political situation. He knew that if the guards recognized he was a Stormcloak he would be arrested by the Imperial authorities and executed immediately. "Traitors, the lot of them here. Betray the true Sons of Skyrim, betray the Divine Talos, betray Ulfric who liberated them from the Forsworn", he thought to himself. He heard Ulfric was captured, but that couldn't be true. This Holy war can't be over. If the Hammerfell beet the Aldmeri Dominion on their own without help from the Empire than so can Skyrim.

A few minutes later, Muiri came smiling and sat next to him, "Hello my love" she said gleefully as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Darhelm blushed as he replied "H-hello, I heard you were in trouble when you sent your last letter to me when I was in Whiterun after I killed that bandit leader who occupied the fort". "Damn Bloody Imperials occupied the Fort after me and my best friend Ralof, my partner you can say and three of my other Stormcloak buddies kicked the bandits out", he whispered.

"Well, I know you won't agree with this. But remember when I told you of him, you know Amond Motierre who tricked me and ruined my friendship with the Shatter-Shields you know you explained everything to them and now we're friends again, but I contacted the Dark Brotherhood to get rid of him for me!" Muiri said cautiously.

"What?! No I will not let this happen!" He shouted as he stood up.

"Please, I'm sorry!" Muiri replied.

"I'm not angry at you, a little disappointed but not angry. I will kill Amond myself and that Dark brotherhood wretch in the process. Dwemer cave near Windhelm right?"

"Y-yes, how did you know?"

"I got the Shatter-Shield's family heirloom back a few weeks ago, I just didn't find Amond. In the meantime I'll take stop at Helgen when I reach there in two days on my horse. If the rumors are true then I'll try to free my brothers. By Talos if I don't come back alive, then tell Jormond. You know the Black Smith that adopted me as a child and saved me from that bandit raid that I will never forget even in Sovengarde what he has done for me, he currently lives in Helgen but I'm afraid I won't be able to say hello, it might compromise my position."

"Your going so soon? Its only been a few minutes"

Darhelm shrugged as he looked at Muiri, "I promise we will see each other again and soon my love, I swear it by Akatosh!"

He walked away not looking back and left through the gate and to the stables, where he mounted his horse and swiftly trotted away. He would stop at Falkreath and should arrive if he kept moving at this pace which is unlikely he would make it in two days and then he will continue to Helgen for another two days. He expects to stop at the nearest Orc Stronghold to rest, he has a good relationship with the Orc tribes since Jormond and him never settled in one place for long usually travelling every few months maximum two years. Jormond decided to settle down in Helgen three years ago though.

[Brissia]

"Vot pijon, a?" The trader looked at the Imperial, and put his hands back into his clothes. "So what's your story?"

'As you may tell from my armour, I'm a Penitus Oculatus. The Emperor's sworn guard since the disbanding of the Blades. I am about to leave Skyrim, though I can't say why.'

"You know, strangely, back home, we call you the Romans. But anyway, since this is probably your last day..." The man looks at the bartender. "You! 4 ales, I will pay!" The bartender brings the ale, and the trader take a gulp. "Now, since I am a trader, I can sell you something. Interested?"

[Brissia]

The trader turned to the girl that was standing next to them, and smiled. Surprisingly, all his teeth were white and intact. "Hello. And how might you be on this wonderful, although cold, day?"

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

'As you may tell from my armour, I'm a Penitus Oculatus. The Emperor's sworn guard since the disbanding of the Blades. I am about to leave Skyrim, though I can't say why.'

"You know, strangely, back home, we call you the Romans. But anyway, since this is probably your last day..." The man looks at the bartender. "You! 4 ales, I will pay!" The bartender brings the ale, and the trader take a gulp. "Now, since I am a trader, I can sell you something. Interested?"

'Thanks, you shouldn't have. Depends on what you have. I got quite the trip planned!'

[Brissia]

"You know, strangely, back home, we call you the Romans. But anyway, since this is probably your last day..." The man looks at the bartender. "You! 4 ales, I will pay!" The bartender brings the ale, and the trader take a gulp. "Now, since I am a trader, I can sell you something. Interested?"

'Thanks, you shouldn't have. Depends on what you have. I got quite the trip planned!'

Turning back, the trader smiled. "Oh, you know: food, knives, swords, axes, sacks, salt, spices.....some magical trinkets, uh......that's it, I think."

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

'Some food may come in handy. I'll gladly pay you for it.'
Ildonis looked at the women that had just entered the inn.
This place was getting BUSY. She looked almost.. perfect, and yet, something was horribly wrong about her. Odd.

[Brissia]

'Some food may come in handy. I'll gladly pay you for it.'
Ildonis looked at the women that had just entered the inn.
This place was getting BUSY. She looked almost.. perfect, and yet, something was horribly wrong about her. Odd.

"Yeah, once I finish my two ales." The man took a big gulp, then looked at the girl. He scratched his beard, which was as black as night, and smiled. She was quite attractive.

[Juroain]

The trader turned to the girl that was standing next to them, and smiled. Surprisingly, all his teeth were white and intact. "Hello. And how might you be on this wonderful, although cold, day?"

"I am good."She said, voice serene, warming, perfect, though it had a hidden darkness. The spikes on her shoulder pads glinted off the light once again as she looked around the area, clawed fingers scraping at the bar she sat at, her claws her oddly neat, they were perfect, clean, with-out a speck of dirtiness in them. She smirked slightly as a blood-curtling, beastly screech echoed through-out the whole city they were in. She pulled out a small pocket watch, which was made out of a black metal, its hands were white. She checked the time and closed it again. "I would like a glass of wine."She said, pulling out a single gold piece, which the bartender simply stared at for a moment. "Keep the change."She said, setting it down.

[Brissia]

The trader turned to the girl that was standing next to them, and smiled. Surprisingly, all his teeth were white and intact. "Hello. And how might you be on this wonderful, although cold, day?"

"I am good."She said, voice serene, warming, perfect, though it had a hidden darkness. The spikes on her shoulder pads glinted off the light once again as she looked around the area, clawed fingers scraping at the bar she sat at, her claws her oddly neat, they were perfect, clean, with-out a speck of dirtiness in them. She smirked slightly as a blood-curtling, beastly screech echoed through-out the whole city they were in. She pulled out a small pocket watch, which was made out of a black metal, its hands were white. She checked the time and closed it again. "I would like a glass of wine."She said, pulling out a single gold piece, which the bartender simply stared at for a moment. "Keep the change."She said, setting it down.

"Hmm, such a beautiful lady, and without company. Come, join us. I promise we don't bite." The trader chuckled a little at his own joke, then took another gulp of his ale. He flashed a smile again, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the light.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

'Far as I know it's rude to stare at girls, pal.'
He continued looking at her. Something was just.. wrong about her. He couldn't place it, but there was something really wrong.

[Pongol]

Arrald and Amren abandoned their campsite and got on their horses. They rode for Falkreath in the dark night. It was cold but Arrald was used to it. It was common for him to sleep outside. All he could think about was his brother. Where he might be. He spent the night thinking of his house in the woods of Whiterun Hold. And his wife Viola. The image of her he could not get out of his mind.

[Brissia]

'Far as I know it's rude to stare at girls, pal.'
He continued looking at her. Something was just.. wrong about her. He couldn't place it, but there was something really wrong.

"It is rude to admire a woman's beauty!? It is rude to openly state your admiration to her, but not say anything!? Pah, varvary!"

[Juroain]

"I am good."She said, voice serene, warming, perfect, though it had a hidden darkness. The spikes on her shoulder pads glinted off the light once again as she looked around the area, clawed fingers scraping at the bar she sat at, her claws her oddly neat, they were perfect, clean, with-out a speck of dirtiness in them. She smirked slightly as a blood-curtling, beastly screech echoed through-out the whole city they were in. She pulled out a small pocket watch, which was made out of a black metal, its hands were white. She checked the time and closed it again. "I would like a glass of wine."She said, pulling out a single gold piece, which the bartender simply stared at for a moment. "Keep the change."She said, setting it down.

"Hmm, such a beautiful lady, and without company. Come, join us. I promise we don't bite." The trader chuckled a little at his own joke, then took another gulp of his ale. He flashed a smile again, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the light.

"Mm, but I will."She said, the blue stone in her crown pulsing brightly, and just outright shining, the light never leaving the stone. She reached into her sleeve, a "shiiink" noise echoing through out the tavern as she pulled out a black bladed dagger as she got up. She took a sip of her wine as she revealed the blade, other hand on her scythe, which quickly changed from a normal scythe to a highly decorated one, with a black metal pole with intricate white metal and a white blade with intricate black inlays, arcane carvings on the staff glowed slightly, another screech echoing through-out the area, far, far closer this time. A few screams and yells could be heard outside.

[The blood ravens]

After hearing the scream Alex non-Chalantly walks into the Inn again, and takes a seat at one of the tables. He didn't know what the hell made that scream, but he'd rather not be in the open if whatever made it decided to attack.

[Brissia]

"Hmm, such a beautiful lady, and without company. Come, join us. I promise we don't bite." The trader chuckled a little at his own joke, then took another gulp of his ale. He flashed a smile again, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the light.

"Mm, but I will."She said, the blue stone in her crown pulsing brightly, and just outright shining, the light never leaving the stone. She reached into her sleeve, a "shiiink" noise echoing through out the tavern as she pulled out a black bladed dagger as she got up. She took a sip of her wine as she revealed the blade, other hand on her scythe, which quickly changed from a normal scythe to a highly decorated one, with a black metal pole with intricate white metal and a white blade with intricate black inlays, arcane carvings on the staff glowed slightly, another screech echoing through-out the area, far, far closer this time. A few screams and yells could be heard outside.

The trader, undisturbed by the screams, continued looking at her. "Say, that is a wonderful work of art you have there....the scythe, I mean. Whoever the artisan was, he must've treasured it." The trader chugged his ale, put it down, then took hold of the Imperials unfinished ale and took a sip.

[Juroain]

"Mm, but I will."She said, the blue stone in her crown pulsing brightly, and just outright shining, the light never leaving the stone. She reached into her sleeve, a "shiiink" noise echoing through out the tavern as she pulled out a black bladed dagger as she got up. She took a sip of her wine as she revealed the blade, other hand on her scythe, which quickly changed from a normal scythe to a highly decorated one, with a black metal pole with intricate white metal and a white blade with intricate black inlays, arcane carvings on the staff glowed slightly, another screech echoing through-out the area, far, far closer this time. A few screams and yells could be heard outside.

The trader, undisturbed by the screams, continued looking at her. "Say, that is a wonderful work of art you have there....the scythe, I mean. Whoever the artisan was, he must've treasured it." The trader chugged his ale, put it down, then took hold of the Imperials unfinished ale and took a sip.

"I was the artisan, fool."She said, throwing the dagger at him with deadly accuracy, hoping it hit in the heart. She swung out her Scythe with fluid movements and an angelic grace. A screech that went through-out the whole city came upon them as the Dracolich landed with a ground shaking thump, most likely shaking the tavern and the other buildings around it. Its tail went right through a building behind it.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

'Oh, thanks..'
Ildonis was ready to grab his sword any second. He suspected the scream outside had something to do with the women, if that was even possible. He already stood up.
'I think I'm going to my room now..' he said, just as the women threw the dagger.
'Whoa!'
He grabbed his word, and unsheathed it.
'Somebody get the guards! '

[Brissia]

The trader, undisturbed by the screams, continued looking at her. "Say, that is a wonderful work of art you have there....the scythe, I mean. Whoever the artisan was, he must've treasured it." The trader chugged his ale, put it down, then took hold of the Imperials unfinished ale and took a sip.

"I was the artisan, fool."She said, throwing the dagger at him with deadly accuracy, hoping it hit in the heart. She swung out her Scythe with fluid movements and an angelic grace. A screech that went through-out the whole city came upon them as the Dracolich landed with a ground shaking thump, most likely shaking the tavern and the other buildings around it. Its tail went right through a building behind it.

The trader jumped, his furry cloak revealing 5 daggers hidden on his belt. The girl's knife pierced his foot, but didn't do serious damage. Two daggers were already in his hands, there art work suggesting a Russian smithy. "My my, not only are you skilled in the art of smithing, but also the art of fighting. Can I invite you to a dance?"