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Posted by: Loranna Jan 16 2006, 09:48 PM

Hello, and welcome to our Elder Scrolls Role Playing threads, where we adventure and socialize in the vibrant land of Tamriel.

Before we begin, we'd like to clarify a few things:

PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE NEW!!!

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Newcomers, we ask you to http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=2871855 before starting up; everyone will be happier for it. Also, http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737 as soon as possible; this will give you an idea of who is in the RP.

To help you get up to speed, here is http://www.tc.umn.edu/~rhod0091/lrp/temp.html. This summary doesn't cover everything but it sums up some of the bigger events our campaign has covered. Note: She will probably update and edit this summary as time goes on.

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This is an 'open roleplay' and everyone is encouraged to join in at any time!

'Open' roleplay does not mean 'unorganized' or 'limitless', however. The events in this story are usually planned, and if something BIG happens, you can be certain that it is the result of much discussion between players, usually in the mIRC chat (#Loranna_RP, Chatspike server). This is not just a bunch of disorganized individuals doing what they think would be fun for their character at the time.

So, while everyone is welcome to join in, they are NOT welcome to jump in and do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST. Let me be very clear about what cannot be done without permission:

1:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good. Although most people realize they can't harm another person's character without permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing, saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the player involved.

2:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations), political (converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.

Everyone who is involved in the RP is welcome in the mIRC chat channel #Loranna_RP, on the Chatspike server. If you have a plot idea then you are encouraged to go there and discuss it. If you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player whos character you would affect with your plan is not there, then PM them using this board's PM function. That's what it's there for.

If you do not have MIRC, you can http://www.chatspike.net/?p=javairc. Enter in a nickname where prompted and hit Submit. You'll be asked if you want to trust the signed applet. Hit Yes, and you'll be in the main chatspike channel. From there, type /join #Loranna_RP

You'll enter our chat channel and we can talk to you.

Not following the above advice will only result in one thing: your post is likely to be completely ignored by everyone as if it did not happen. This is obvously not good for anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing them.

Remember: Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before they're revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and afterwards they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them.
Thank you, and have fun!

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IMPORTANT: WE HAVE JUMPED SIX MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE; IT IS NOW SUN'S HEIGHT IN THE RP (i.e., July)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/mapofmorrowind2.jpg is a map provided by Shardie showing the current division of territory between the forces loyal to the crown and the rebels in Morrowind, pre-attack on Ald Raathim.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/MorrowindMap.jpg are the current borders, post-attack. Note; this map is a work-in-progress.
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Summary for Loranna: Loranna is in Ald Raathim, having just held the memorial service for the fallen troops and negotiated with a merchant who was trying to hold out on her for more money. She awaits the word from her envoys to Mournhold and the King's envoy that comes to Ald Raathim. [1] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 16 2006, 09:53 PM

[5] 
Reeds Saloat, one of the three members of the aforementioned envoy, has just returned to Ald Raathim.


Valerius thought it was a wonderful ceremony, and is once again helping with the reconstruction. [6] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 16 2006, 09:55 PM

Summaries

Nalion
Nalion, a male Breton mage of 36 years has just arrived in Firsthold on the Summerset Isles. He is looking for information in the Royal Library, to perhaps find out more about the reasons why a Sload has set up residence near Ald Raathim and even more information about the King of Worms himself.

Gistral
Gistral, a male Redguard warrior, has recently been engaged in fighting Redoran plunderers at a farmhouse near Ald Raathim. The the farmer's wife and her son could be saved, as well as the farm itself and the crops, however, the farmer was found dead, killed by the Redorans. Gistral was wounded in the fight, but was healed afterwards.

Dana
Dana is a young female Redguard bard and healer and she is still busy helping the people of Ald Raathim.[7] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 16 2006, 09:57 PM

Summary

Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin tavern with her husband Isidor, the Duchess of Ald Raathim's excise and import/export agent (and secretly her Spymaster as well) has been with Loranna, speaking with the troublesome merchant. She is impressed with Loranna's toughness, and when they are alone lets her know.

Meanwhile ...

Firsthold[8] 

[11] 

The crystal and mirrored streets of Firsthold were even more shimmering than usual. Gossamer banners floated from every window and arch, so that passing through, one seemed to be floating through an ethereal spider web.

The citizens appeared even more ghostly than usual, wearing white in celebration of the Princess Rinnala's cotillion. Though she was but a child, she would be officially available for courtship this season.

(OOC -- Outta here for the night) [12] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 16 2006, 09:59 PM

Summary: Anya, vampiric bosmer rogue, is sitting in the Nymph & Noggin tavern with Shaka. [13] 

Posted by: Dynate Jan 16 2006, 10:00 PM

Summary: Dynate has been stacking rubel, widening the length of the cemetary and diggging graves for it, along with all the other soldiers.

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Dynate piled the wreckage of a collapsed building onto the cart attached to his gaur. The crabs had been busy fixing up the wreckage, all along the town. He had been uncovering the body of a darkelf for the last few minuets. As he finished uncovering the body, it was un mistakable.... The body was Nara Bek's. This wasnt good, the legion would want her body, probably to be barried on the mainland, at a cemetary for high ranked hero's such as her. Dynate placed her on the top of the cart, he would need to clean her up, and find her sword later. He knew it might be good to be the one to travel to the mainland with her body, seeing as he was her responcibility when she came here. If he could get the permission from Slashes-with-claws to travel back to his homeland, he could finally get some relfief. Evendays after the attack, dead people are still being found, Nara was just one of the many. All with storys beyond there corpses. [14] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 16 2006, 10:07 PM

Summary for Erenius:
Having heard rumors of the situation in Ald Raathim, Erenius has been stirred at last to action. After gathering the Colovian Free Cavalry, his personal cavalry troop, he set off from Raven Rock, the staging point for the expedition, with five modified ferries, a large flagship, and some eleven skiffs. After using the skiffs to break through the Redoran and Indoril blockade via the Redoran sector of it, Erenius and his companions are unloading their vessels at Ald Raathim's port.
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The ships were finally in port and being unloaded, first came the fourty veterans, then the sailors, the citizens came next, and lastly those who drove the skiffs and were rescued.

"Have we a final report from the battle?" Erenius asks Markir as they meet near the pier's end on dry land.

"Yes sir. Eighteen missing, presumed dead. Five wounded from miscelaneous non-combat related injuries, rope burn, cuts in the arm, splinters, the usual from such a voyage. Besides that, we have two dead , both civilians from my ship that chose to come on deck during the run. As you well know each ship took its fare share of missile fire from their marines. Arrow through the left armpit for one, a lucky shot to the eyeball for the other," was the reply.

"Aye, so that makes twenty-five. See to it then that our supplies are tended to. Also, find shelter for our horses at once." Erenius says.

Alone, Erenius walked, his Fourty aiding with the unloading of the supplies and the care of the horses.

"And yet again, I find myself in Her service," Erenius says, smiling at the familiarity of the situation as he walked out into the city to find Loranna. [15] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 16 2006, 10:07 PM

[19] 


Summary: Shaka, an Argonian battlemage, is sitting at a table with Anya after the memorial service. He reaches over and squeezes her hand, wondering how the mission to Mournhold went, and what the two of them should do next to help Ald Raathim.[20] 

Posted by: Shardie Jan 16 2006, 10:30 PM

It has not been long since I last wrote, but Ive reached Cheydinhal relitivly safely. No more messages from Selvia have come, but I bet shes enjoying herself. Maranda, Ive actually lost track of her... same with Faryon... Oh talking about Maranda, last time I passed through Cheydinhal I heard a rumour that she was having a meal with an oldish looking Dark Elf. Strange. I thought men were not her type...

Anyway, I think all this war has made me tired... I might embrace my heritage, and go have a rest if Firsthold. I wonder if Llana is still there? [21] 

Posted by: SpartanShea117 Jan 16 2006, 11:22 PM

Summary

Kratos, Grandmaster of the Muatramer Order of War, and his son Ivelaes remain at the scarred location of Molag Mar; progress is not being made as fast as it could be at full force.

Astien Dalomax, the young Breton healer had just accompanied his a small stealth force to a famrhouse outside of Ald Raathim. There, they found Redoran stragglers who were dealt with.
[22] 

Posted by: S'reddit Jan 17 2006, 03:07 AM

[26] 

Kethiah brings him a drink. It was not yet normal enough in Ald Raathim for her to charge for food and drink, which was odd for her. Isidor always gave out free drinks to his friends, but she never did. It was a business. But not these days it wasn't. Maybe in the future. Hopefully.[27] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 07:43 AM

ooc:[28] 

[31] 
Isidor, male nord, is now back in his tavern, the Nymph and Noggin.

He walked over to Kethiah, and asked, with a laugh, "So, did you miss me?" [32] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 17 2006, 08:07 AM

[36] 

Shaka started to say something about paying for it, but stopped. Maybe for today he would consider it part of the memorial service -- not a day to be concerned for money.

But importing goods into Ald Raathim would only get more expensive and riskier now, so Shaka owed it to his friends to pull his weight. He thanked Kethiah, his body language hopefully telling her that he hadn't taken her gesture for granted.

When Isidor walked in, Shaka smiled and waited until he had had a moment with Kethiah. "How were Mournhold and the court?" he asked.

[37] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 17 2006, 09:48 AM

Stre-krell(Walks-with-a-burden) walks into the Nymph and Noggin, the tall argonian ducks to keep his spear from hitting the doorframe, he quickly sits in the remotest seat he can find.[38] 

Posted by: Slashes-With-Claws Jan 17 2006, 11:44 AM

Slashes-With-Claws had given a speach at the memorial, “I came to this city looking for freedom; freedom from the oppression of slavery. I found it here. I pledged my life to her grace. I found that I was welcomed as a commander, no mater the race of the men I commanded, they gave me respect and listened to my orders and training. Not long ago slavery finally ended and my people were free of their oppression. Many of my brothers and sisters joined the army. The many dunmer under my command welcomed them. Many of them died in the defense of this city. They died for the freedom they had fought for. Ten races all fighting and dieing together, not fighting as orcs or nords or dunmer or people of the root. They were fighting as soldiers of Ald Raathim. Fighting to defend this beacon of freedom. And I am truly honored that I could have led them.” As he walked away, some could see some sorrow in his eyes, but there was something else, a feeling of loyalty and honor. He would return to the barracks and continue training his men for battle. [39] 

Posted by: S'reddit Jan 17 2006, 11:46 AM

[43] 

Kethiah kissed him in response. "What happened? How is it in Mournhold?"
[44] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 17 2006, 11:47 AM

Stre-krel momentarily looks up, as he realizes he is hungry, he feels at his stomach, it growls up at him. [45] 

Posted by: vaanic~one Jan 17 2006, 12:20 PM

Vaan's Summary:

A now bespectacled Vaan is taking time out from working on rebuilding Ald-raathim. He is using this time to write up a document, the details of which shall remain confidential.

His mind turns back to the Daggerfall wedding for a moment, the first time he had ever met Loranna. He felt guilty about it now, making her relive her past horrors like that, which reminded him, he had never apologised for it.

Anyway, back to the document.

Article 3... [46] 

Posted by: S'reddit Jan 17 2006, 12:23 PM

[50] 

One of the barmaids at the Nymph comes to serve the Argonian.[51] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 17 2006, 12:30 PM

[55] 


the Argonian looks at the approaching patron,"I would like a pint of Greef and some ash yams if you dont mind" the argonian stares off past the wall for a second, he taps the table with a claw. [56] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 03:25 PM

[60] 

"Not at all," the barmaid smiled. She was a pretty thing, a shoo-in, many thought, for this year's Harvest Queen at the festival.
[61] 

Posted by: apocolipseLater Jan 17 2006, 03:25 PM

OOC: SUMMARY
Dar'Tessir, male Suthay-Raht Nightblade, participated in the stealth attack on the Redorans. He recieved a bad gash down his leg but it was later healed. [62] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 04:29 PM

[66] 
Isidor grinned. "It's still recovering, like Ald Raathim. The castle took quite a beating, though ... Geldall was there, and he wants to open an Imperial embassy in Ald Raathim. Helseth's promised some help with the army and navy. And," Isidor said, in a hushed voice, "The Queen wans me to ask Loranna to send someone to Firsthold, to ask Morgiah for assistance. Apparently Mournhold's resources are more tapped than we thought ..." [67] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 04:57 PM

[71] 

Kethiah's red and violet eyes opened wide. "You met Geldall? The future Emperor of Tamriel? B'vek ..."

She took Isidor's hand. "Well, let's get you to the castle to talk to Loranna."
[72] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 05:02 PM

[76] 
"Yes, apparently he's meeting with both alliances, looks like the Empire's going to take a side in this, after all ..." Isidor said, as they walked to the castle. [77] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 05:22 PM

[81] 

Kethaih and Isidor find Loranna in her study, frowning over paperwork. She looks up when the couple are announced and smiles, though her brow is still a bit creased.

"Welcome back; how did things go?" Loranna asks. "Is all well in the court, an what is Helseth doing?"[82] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 05:29 PM

[86] 

"He's apparently meeting with our future Emperor, whom Isidor and the lads met," Kethiah said, still looking at her husband, amazed that he was taking that brush with power so casually. "And apparently, he wants your help getting a loan of troops and gold from his sister in Firsthold."
[87] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 05:35 PM

[91] 
"And, the Empire wants to set up an embassy in Ald Raathim." Isidor said, still smiling, seemingly pleased with the way the trip had gone. [92] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 05:39 PM

[96] 
[97] 

[100] 

Loranna looks stunned. "An embassy ...? You met the heir apparent?" she asks.

" ... Wait; the King wants me to go to Firsthold to negotiate with his sister?" she asks, her expression returning to normal. "When is he expecting us to go, who will be going with us?" She looks to Isidor for answers.[101] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 05:44 PM

[105] 
Isidor laughed, and said, "Yes, he wants a way to communicate with Dahrun, and thinks an embassay would be best. As for Firsthold," Isidor said, his brow furrowing slightly, "The King himself did not ask, but Dinara. She took us aside after the meeting and requested that we ask you to send an envoy to Firsthold, to get money and supplies from the King's sister. Mournhold's supplies are more depleted than it seemed ... No one from Mournhold will be coming with us, I think, because the throne is being watched so tightly. As for when we'll be going, it seems a top priority, so as soon as possible ..." [106] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 05:56 PM

[110] 

"I see ..." Loranna says, frowning again. "And the King's envoy is still not here; chances are, he or she was to speak to me about this embassy idea ... all right; well done Isidor, and thank you. Was there anything else of note that caught your attention while at court?"

Kethiah and Isidor can see the wheels turning in Loranna's brain.[111] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 05:59 PM

[115] 
Isidor smiled and said, "Barenziah was out of Mournhold during the attack, so she is safe, and sends her well wishes. That was the only other thing, I think." [116] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 06:13 PM

[120] 

Kethiah turns to Loranna. "Any reason to wait for the emissary before sending people off to Firsthold?"
[121] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 06:24 PM

[125] 

"To be honest, I'm surprsied the emissary isn't here yet ..." Loranna mutters. "Though, I suppose you are right ... I need to talk with people though before I go. My father, Gistral, Anya, you Kethiah, Kallen; there are things that need to be done while I'm away."

"And one of the things I need to do is brush up on the current courtly ettiquete in Firsthold ..." Loranna says as she gets up, reaching for her staff.[126] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 06:39 PM

[130] 

"Ah, you'll be going," Kethiah nodded. "I didn't realize ... Well, Isidor, Slyvos, and Reeds's etiquette were good enough for a King, a Queen, and an Imperial Crown Prince." [131] 

Posted by: dentris Jan 17 2006, 07:02 PM

Summary for P'Rassha:

The huge Cathay-raht Khajiit is in Ald Raathim, taking care of the reconstruction of the city. His incredible strength, impressive agility and enjoyable storytelling abilities helped the majority of the living souls of the city.

He is currently clearing a collapsed neighbourhood, trying to salvage any valaubles that could be used. As always, he is telling tales of epic adventures (fictional or real, nobody could tell) he had.[132] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 07:18 PM

[136] 

Loranna pauses for a moment, but then nods in answer to Kethiah. "Dinara asked that I arrange this; I wouldn't feel right not going," she says. "And negotiating for aid is what I'd been planning on doing anyway."

"Kethiah, Isidor, spread the word among our friends and see who is interested in accompanying me to Firsthold; I'll finish the other things that need doing before I leave," Loranna says.[137] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 07:22 PM

[141] 

At that, Kallen knocked gently on the door. "The royal emissary has arrived. I've set him up in his room to rest, and told him I'd bring him to you as soon as you were available."
[142] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 07:26 PM

[146] 

" ... Like that," Loranna says to Kethiah and Isidor, grinning a little. "I'll be ready in a few minutes, Kallen; thank you,"

[147] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 07:34 PM

[151] 

The emissary, like most of Helseth's inner circle of confidantes, was an Imperial of quiet, serious aspect. He inquired about Ald Raathim, gathering detailed information about the impact of the attempted invasion and the current status. He also asked about Pythus Angelicus's body, and whether he might have it to return it to Mournhold.
[152] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 07:35 PM

[156] 
Nalion had never been in Firsthold before, and while he wasn't standing around with an open mouth upon the sight of the crystal city, he was still in awe at the sight. The bright rays of the sun seemed to multiply as they reflected from the polished crystal surfaces, breaking into colours that danced before the mages' eyes.
Forgetting his task for a moment, Nalion simply strolled along the streets of Firsthold and taking in the beauty of the city. He touched the fine fabric of the banners and inevitably tried to think how this cloth would look on Doll...

Waking from his daydreaming, Nalion remembered why he was here, and that it was time to inquire about the newest gossip and directions for the Royal Library. It always seemed a good idea to gather a bit of knowledge about the customs of a city in which one was a stranger, especially in a city with the fame of Firsthold.
Nalion walked around a corner in search for an inn or tavern to stay and gather a bit of rumour... [157] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 07:44 PM

Firsthold, Summerset[158] 

[161] 

That was easier said than done. The finest taverns in town were fully booked. At last, Nalion was able to find a room at one of the more unfashionable taverns, the Honor Guard, because a minor Altmeri nobleman was unable to afford his room after gambling too much. He was looking for someone to share the room with in exchange for half the rate. [162] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 07:47 PM

[166] 

It never really occured to Loranna until now just how few of Helseth's confidants were actually of the people he led; she finds herseld wondering if Helseth ever planned to change that, and whether it would help his position with his people any if he did.

The body of the noble Pythus Angelicus was being held in anticipation of such a request from the emissary, and preperations were made to return it to Mournhold. As for Ald Raathim's status, Loranna was honest, but cautiously optimistic. The King's generous gifts of soldiers and ships would do much to bolster the city's security, the captured warcrabs were proving an aequate temporary solution to the damaged walls while arrangements for stone and laborers were being made, and though the city was still surrounded, she was organizing Ald Raathim's heroes to find a way through the Redoran blockade.

The meeting with the emissary done, Loranna sends for Gram, Gistral, and Anya.[167] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 07:56 PM

[171] 
Anya quietly excused herself from Shaka, "I hope I'll see you at my new home more."

A few moments later, she entered Loranna's study. [172] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 08:01 PM

[176] 
Nalion had not anticipated such crowds and especially not the overbooked taverns. He mustered the Altmer and especially the tavern.
"My stay in Firsthold might not be long, good Sir, but I think we can arrange for accommodation. Though, if you could do me a small favour.", the mage said, smiling politely. "If you would be so kind, I'm looking for the Royal Library, I have some inquiries to make there. You seem to be much more knowledgeable about this fair city than I am, so if you could point me to where I could find it and whether I need to know anything when visiting? If you will, I'd also like to know more about the upcoming celebration." [177] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 08:05 PM

[181] 
The Redguard was quickly found in the castle courtyard, sharpening his sword. After the fight with the Redoran plunderers, there were some dents in the silver blade. Acknowledging the messenger, Gistral stood and made his way to Loranna's study.
"You have called for me, Loranna?", Gistral asked as he entered the room, then closed the door behind him. He walked over to the table and leaned on it in anticipation of what Loranna would have to say. [182] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 08:16 PM

[186] 

"The Library?" the innkeeper thought about it. He was not someone who did a lot of reading.

"It's connected to the palace," the noble said. He was a young mer in fine but threadbare clothes, looking as if he had been drinking too much of late. "You need permission to use it. As for the celebration, it's the Princess's Cotillion, of course, the start of the social season in Firsthold. Innumerable social and charity engagements, ballroom dances, theatre, art exhibitions, a flower show, horse and boat races. Given sufficient leisure time, disposable income and stamina, it's quite fun."


[187] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 08:26 PM

[191] 
[192] 

[195] 

Gram walks in around the same time, his eyes twinkling. "My nose smells adventure on the wind," he says, nodding to Gistral and Anya - who looked even prettier than the last time he remembered.

"Uh ... huh," Loranna says, glancing at her father before turning to the others. "Yes dears; it seems I'm going to be off on official business soon, to Firsthold. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but there's things I need to ask you you while I am away."

"We can't afford to let much more time pass while the Redorans an Indoril soliify their control over the surrounding land; we need to claim a land route to Cyrodiil to keep us alive. The King is sending us ships and soldiers, but I wish to ask the three of you to work together to spearhead this effort."

Loranna briefly catches Anya's eye, her look implying that she has more to say to her afterward. "Can I rely on you three for this?"[196] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 08:34 PM

[200] 
Nalion pondered for a short while.
"I'm just someone who is in search of ancient knowledge. To whom do I need to speak to gain access to the library? It would be a great honour to me to be able to visit this place of knowledge." The mage thought about his options and possible references he could quote to convince whoever was responsible to admit him to the library, then continued. "And since I am here during such a fair time in Firsthold, I would like to do her Highness the honour and celebrate as well. Is the Cotillion public?" [201] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 08:35 PM

[205] 
Anya's eyes rippled faintly, and she quickly regained control over their color.

After a moments hesitation, she smiled despite her feelings, "A chance to potentially maim, injure, or otherwise kill slaving Redorans? I most certianly wouldn't mind." [206] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 08:39 PM

[210] 
Gistral wondered if the way Gram looked towards him and Anya truly applied to himself, then quickly discarded the thought and concentrated on the matter at hand.
"As I said already, I will try my best to help Ald Raathim. I still owe you my life, Loranna. You, Allerleirauh and the others. Remember Cybiades? Well, and since Nalion apparently left the city - without having seen me - I think I will stay here for a while. Great kind of a friend he is..." [211] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 08:43 PM

Firsthold[212] 

[215] 

"Everything is open only by invitation, except the boat races, I suppose, and the best views have already been reserved," the noble replied, and then smiled slightly. "Though perhaps if you would loan me a little money, I could make inquiries for you about the Cotillion and the Library?" [216] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 08:47 PM

"Nalion left? Where did he go?" Gram asks.

"He went to ... Firsthold," Loranna says, giggling a little. "Just like I'm about to ..."

"Huh; well, I'm with Anya and your Redguard friend here. I'm still sore for having missed the big fight," Gram says, rotating his shoulders. "My axe and sword shall carve Ald Raathim a lifeline through the bastard's ill-gotten lands."

Loranna smiles. "Thank you, all three of you," Loranna says. "And Gistral, I promise to hunt down Nalion an punish him for being a lousy friend."

"I get worried when she gets that look in her eye," Gram confides to Gistral in a whisper.

"Well then," Loranna says, ignoring her father, "let's discuss what intelligence we know. From what I'm told, the King is giving us ..."

===

After discussing some initial ideas, Gram offers to treat Gistral to a drink at the tavern while Loranna looks to Anya. " ... Dear, you okay? You had an odd look at the beginning ..."[217] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 08:58 PM

[221] 

Kallen steps into Loranna's view quietly, giving her a slight nod to tell her that there was something on his mind, but it could wait.
[222] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 08:58 PM

[226] 
Anya winced, "I... just haven't been feeling as confident lately as I was before... this happened. You know why." [227] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 09:02 PM

[231] 
Nalion, Firsthold
Nalion thought about his purse. He had taken care of having enough coin with him to cover unexpected expenses, so he was doing well in terms of funds. Nothing the nobleman needed to know, though.
"I think I can afford to pay for the lodging for the two of us, including the food for the time being. Of course, I'd be happy to show my appreciation to your efforts, if you would be able to use your influence in my favour."[232] 

[235] 
Gistral, Ald Raahtim
"Only hurt Nalion a little, please. He owes me some letters, let's say, the average amount of letters friends write to each other over the duration of a few years...", Gistral grinned. "He's terribly lazy when it comes to writing letters, it seems. He's rather likeable, despite him being a mage. Bookworm, he was, those years ago. And liked to listen to old tales."

Raising an eyebrow to Gram's comment about Loranna, Gistral grinned broadly. "Aha."

After discussing the necessary arrangements that had to be made while Loranna was absent, Gistral gladly took Gram's invitation.[236] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 09:03 PM

[240] 

Loranna gives Kallen a nod back, raising a finger to show she'll be with him shortly.[241] 

[244] 

Loranna grimaces a bit, muttering "And here I am laying pressure on you; I'm sorry dear ..."

She holds out her hands to Anya, trying to think of what to say next.[245] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 17 2006, 09:04 PM

The unpacking of the ships long since past, and all in order, Markir looks about the dock as the supplies the Colovian Free Cavalry brought with them.

"Is the division as asked for by Erenius?" Markir asks to a porter bringing supplies to one of the few warehouses along the dock.

"Yes, thirty percent for us, sixty for them, ten percent for long term storage with the foodstuffs. As for weapons, seventy percent is ours, twenty for the Town Guard and volunteers, the other ten, again heads to storage for replacements. The horses, as requested, are all ours, save five of our forty-six, which shall be sent along with the civilians to aid them in the transport of the heavy goods," he replies.

"Excellent, Erenius will be pleased."
===
In Ald Raathim, Erenius wandered about on memory and instict, easily finding his way through the town towards the building that was once used at the government post, the castle and keep of the Lord who dwelt here before Loranna and the company came upon the town and called it theirs.

'Little has changed yet all is different,' Erenius observes as he looks at the building, ceasing to be awed by its mere presence.

Erenius enters the building and heads along, noting the guards that were absent during his last visit. Again moving on instinct and intuition to find his way to the top floor of the structure, he is stopped by a guard.

"Sir," Erenius says, nodding to the guard. "I request an audience with Loranna when she is available."

'And so the moment comes...' Erenius thinks, hoping things will go as he hopes and that there will still be a use for him, despite almost a year and a half away from service. [246] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 09:06 PM

[250] 
Anya took Loranna's hands, "I'm just worried about hurting someone, loosing control." [251] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 09:14 PM

[255] 

"I understand," Loranna says, squeezing Anya's hands reassuringly; the Bosmer's hands were cool to the touch, which still took Loranna slightly by surprise even though she knew to expect it.

I'm asking too much of her, Loranna thinks with a note of self-recrimination. Not only that ... what if she does lose control again? She hadn't wanted to mistrust Anya; she meant to show the Bosmer that she was still the same person to her, and Loranna wasn't going to treat her like a monster. But Anya had lost control, and now Loranna was asking Gistral and Gram, neither of whom knew yet about Anya's condition, to work with her ...

"I don't think sometimes ..." Loranna whipers to herself, though Anya's ears can pick it up.

" ... Dear, tell me; do you think you can do this?" Loranna asks, studying Anya's face and trying not to think too much about how pretty and vulnerable her eyes looked.
[256] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 09:21 PM

Firsthold, The Honor Guard Tavern[257] 

[260] 

The noble thought a moment, which was clearly hurting his head, as hungover as he was. "Perhaps a slight loan as well? My needs are very modest -- perhaps a thousand? -- and I could pay you back in a day ... maybe in a few hours if I have a bit of luck, or can find a chum I know who owes me?" [261] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 09:31 PM

[265] 
"I-"

Anya hesitated. It frightened her, what she had become. And only part was her vampirism. She had seen enough in her time to know vampires didn't berserk as a werewolf does.

After a moment, she spoke up, "I can't just sit by and watch everyelse do what's needed. [266] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 17 2006, 09:32 PM

Some time passed at the docks and Markir was worried. There was no word of Erenius, and the men were restless. With everything put away, and nothing to do, Markir felt that things MAY just get out of hand, what with a weakened city with much to take being at their fingertips, and the fact that their commander had essentially abandoned all one-hundred and twenty of them.

"All here!" Markir shouts. "There are a great many pubs, and we have a great lot of coin between us, spread the coin wide and aid the city!"

To that, the men cheered and went off, taking their belongings with them as they scattered to the various seedy bars and taverns about the area. Markir himself, along with the Colovian Free Cavalry's two scouts, Dayna, a Redguard huntress, and Hides-in-Bush, an Argonian tracker, wemt towards the least a nice looking establishment, the Nymph and Noggin, also labelled, curiously enough, as the local Excise as well as Import/Export Office.

In the three went, Dayna to the left, having spied those of her type, the Argonian straight ahead to sit with a number of his kind gathered in a far corner. Markir, now alone, headed towards the bar to order a bottle of greef. A short while of waiting produced his drink and a complementary ash yam. [267] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 09:37 PM

[271] 

Loranna had, at several occasions, been struck by the similarities between Anya and herself; hearing Anya say aloud what Loranna was constantly thinking to herself makes Loranna's eyes misty, and she hugs the Bosmer girl with devotion.

"There's one other thing I need to ask of you, maybe Kiseena too if you think she could help," Loranna says softly to Anya. "Nalion notice Archmagister Zadion had vanished without anyone noticing right after the attack, and later had mud on his shoes. I don't know if it means anything, but keep an eye on the Archmaigister for anything that could be suspiscious. Report your findings to Kethiah; if by some chance he is a spy, we'll decie what to do about him at the time." [272] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 09:38 PM

The Nymph and Noggin[273] 

[276] 

The very pregnant Dunmer woman with one red eye and one violet eye brought him his drink and yam. "Welcome to Ald Raathim," Kethiah smiled.[277] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 09:39 PM

[281] 
Nalion did not feel truly an urge to fund the gambling addiction of a stranger, and he did not even expect to see his money again. However, this was important to him - another thing the nobleman did not necessarily need to know - and additionally, the mage was not poor by any means.

"I trust the honour of a noble like you.", Nalion said politely, then counted 800 gold pieces and handed them to the noblemer. "Eight hundred and the tavern tab is on me?" [282] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 17 2006, 09:43 PM

"Thank you, and thanks for the speedy service, I have not the time to dally here, I must find an authority to speak to regarding a shipment I have. But its all I can say unless you happen to be that authority," Markir says, a slight smile coming across his face, testing this lady as to whether he could trust her later if it came to mining for information in this region. [283] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 09:46 PM

[287] 
Anya laughed, "I think I can do that without fear of reprisal. Might even give me a chance to flex my newfound talents. I'll find Kiseena and snoop around a bit." [288] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 09:47 PM

[292] 

"Delighted," the noble smiled, shaking Nalion's hand. "I'm His Serenity The Baron-Praetor of Bellias, Viscount Limnil, Lord Faormier. Ellec to my friends. I hope you have a few coins left over for yourself. You will need a white cloak and vest for the Cotillion and Library. And it should be of high quality, but I know just where to shop."
[293] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 09:49 PM

[297] 

Kethiah held out her hand. "You're in luck. The name's Kethiah. I'm the Duchess's excise and import/export agent. If you'd like to talk privately, we have rooms upstairs."[298] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 09:52 PM

[302] 

Loranna smiles. "Thank you; feel free to sniff out any other potential double-agents if you have the chance," she says, her eyes crinkling in wry amusement.

"Now, to see what poor Kallen wants ..." Loranna says, turning to the door and opening it. "Kallen ... Erenius!?"[303] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 17 2006, 09:53 PM

Markir takes the hand and give it a nice shake, leaving his drink and food half-finished, a sign to his companions that he is busy and should not be disturbed.

"Pleased to meet you, I am Markir Sarethyn, lieutenant to Erenius, and second in command of the Colovian Free Cavalry," Markir responds. "And, if you speak strictly of the business of my cargo, I shall take your offer of a room upstairs."

To that Markir takes a step from the bar and towards the stairs, awaiting this Kethiah, who he thinks is trustable, but would rather have in front of him instead of behind him, for the time being. [304] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 17 2006, 09:55 PM

[double post...apologies to all] [305] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 09:58 PM

[309] 

Kallen began to speak, but seeing that Loranna was distracted by someone else, smiled, and stepped aside.
[310] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 10:01 PM

[314] 

Kethiah smiled, pleased that anyone would consider her a potential threat at eight months' pregnant ... But that did suggest something about this Markir. He could recognize a killer, even dressed as a tavernkeeper, even carrying a child ... That was interesting.

EDIT:

She brought him into the private room, which was comfortable if spartan.

"What can I do for you, serjo?"[315] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 10:01 PM

[319] 
"The pleasure is all mine, Lord Faormier. I'm called Nalion, Nalion Leoriane. I fear I do not bear titles of any significance. It would be an honour to me if you could accompany and advise me on which shop and garments I should choose.", Nalion answered, taking Ellec's hand. "I dare say, I am lucky to have met you. I hope this luck will also shine on you and your endeavours."

"May I invite you to a drink before we set out and search for the proper garments to honour Princess Rinnala and the royal family?", he invited the Altmer with a smile.[320] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 17 2006, 10:01 PM

Erenius stands up from his seat in the hall and smiles as Loranna stood in the doorway.

"Yes, Loranna," Erenius says simply at first. "I have come back into your service. I apologize if my appearance is an inconvenience on your part, but speaking with you was of the utmost import, for besides you, I know not who I can truly trust, even with such simple information."

Erenius pauses but a moment. "But where are my manners, how have you been?" [321] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 10:07 PM

The Honor Guard Tavern, Firsthold[322] 

[325] 

"I pride myself on never refusing a drink with a friend," Lord Faormier laughed. "But do call me Ellec, at least when we're away from court, and this tavern, charming as it is, is as far away from court as one can be."

The young Altmer took a seat at a table, and ordered a Tanische, two clear liquids which when mixed together, turned red. The smell was grassy, but not unpleasant.

"I am rich in title, but not much else," Lord Faormier shrugged. "I need to find a wife who will support me before the season ends. So I will acccept your kind wishes on my endeavors, and I will wish you luck on yours with the ancient books."
[326] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 10:08 PM

[330] 

"Overworked, stressed, and expecting," Loranna says, still shaking her head at the sheer strangeness of seeing Erenius again - and hearing him offer to work for her again. "And happy to see you're still alive; dear, welcome back ..."

"You do come at an od time, though; I'm preparing to head out of Ald Raathim on official business," she says. "Still ... we will have to talk, and soon. But first - you look tired dear; let me have a servant find you a room; we're a bit crowded these days but we'll find you something."

How did I inspire such loyalty in him again? Loranna wonders briefly as a servant comes to offer Erenius a room, before dismissing her thought as foolish; the simple fact was, a friend from the past had come back to help. That in of itself was a promising sign that things would, in fact, get better. [331] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 17 2006, 10:09 PM

While Kethiah and Loranna dealt with their respective issues, Isidor simply sat in a chair in the back of the tavern, relaxing. [332] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 10:19 PM

[336] 
Nalion watched the drink turn red as the barkeep mixed the two liquids. The mage smelled at the beverage and probed its odour. Taking a sip, he found that the taste was exotic to his Breton tongue, but not bad at all.
"So this is not only the season where her Highness is to be betrothed, Ellec, but other nobles, too?", Nalion asked, turning from his drink to the young Altmer. "I have to admit, that I am not very familiar with Altmeri traditions."
He took another sip of the Tanische, smiling at the High Elf. The mage enjoyed the drink, and would be ready to have another look at the city and shop for the white garments whenever they were finished drinking and talking.[337] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 10:23 PM

[341] 

Kallen calls in a servant to show Erenius to a room.

"Your Grace, I just wanted to tell you, if you didn't know, that it is the Cotillion in Firsthold right now," the seneschal said. "If you and the other ambassador to court are not dressed in white, and finely wrought white as well, you will stand out. And not in a good way."

Knowing that a Nordic barmaid would have little knowledge of formal Altmer social customs, Kallen explained to Loranna about the social season beginning as the Princess Rinnala, Goranthir's sister, was being presented to the nobles of Summerset. As usual, he was thorough in his knowledge. [342] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 17 2006, 10:28 PM

[346] 

"There is Cotillion every year, but when a Princess of Summerset comes of age, it is special time in that kingdom," Lord Faormier replied. "Many come to pay respects, and there are circles within circles. Because of my family's ancient position, I can get into most events, but because of my family's recent bad luck, I can't afford to have much fun once there. Rather defeats the purpose, I suppose. Still, there are many other young ladies presenting themselves at court, and surely one of them will have a nice, plump ... inheritance ..." [347] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 17 2006, 10:30 PM

[351] 

Loranna listens to Kallen's lessons in Altmer social traditions, feeling much like she did when she was first starting out as the Lady of Daruhn and trying to master points of etiquette before she made a fool of herself in front of everyone. For a fleeting moment, she finds herself heartily agreeing with the Chimer's decision to split off from the Altmer.

"I see ... " Loranna says, once Kallen is done. " ... All right; my next stop is the seamstress's ... oh, wait; wasn't her shop one of the ones that got destroyed?"

This was going to be an interesting trip, she could see; she wonders how Nalion is faring.[352] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 17 2006, 10:44 PM

[356] 
Nalion laughed at Ellec's directness. He found that he liked the Altmer, it was refreshing to see a noble that was not hiding his intentions between pretty words such as many of a similar status would do. He also was not shy to talk of his failing gambling luck, though that may also be caused that he had found a strange Breton with a common need - a tavern room...

The thought of moving in the circles of Altmeri high society concerned Nalion a bit, despite having met several ruling kings by himself.
"Your directness and honesty is refreshening, Ellec. I somehow have the feeling that despite your family's bad luck, we will at least have a bit of fun.", Nalion said, toasting to the Altmer and draining his glass. "While I wish you luck in finding an appropriate match from the material viewpoint, I also do wish you all the best to find that the match will let you enjoy both, the material and immaterial joys of marriage."

The conversation went on to common small talk and exchange of news until Ellec as well had drained his glass. The Altmer led Nalion out into the streets of Firsthold again and confidently headed towards a tailor. After giving Nalion a few tips on what the mage had to take care of when chosing the whites clothes required for the Cotillion, Ellec left him in the capable hands of a skilled seamstress and went to try and make arrangements for Nalion to gain access to the Royal Library.

The seamstress introduced herself as Iliena Adama and began to show him various pieces of cloth to choose from. After some time of sorting through Iliena's assortment of goods - though not as long as it would have taken with Doll - Nalion could call himself proud owner of a pure white vest laced with pearl-white silk and embroidered sleeves and matching trousers and shoes. A snow-white cloak stitched with silver thread on the edges complemented the garments.

Just as he wanted to leave the shop, Nalion turned again and asked the seamstress to have another look at her wares, and after another half hour, he left the shop clad in his own white garments and small and carefully wrapped additional package. [357] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 17 2006, 10:59 PM

Summary for Kiseena:

Sticking close to Shaka, Kiseena went with the argonian and a group of others to save some farmland from Redoran soldiers. She got a bit hurt, though, taking a fireball straight-on, but it was nothing that healing hadn't fixed.

Right now, she's in the Nymph and Noggin tavern, nursing a drink in Anya's usual booth. [358] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 11:03 PM

[362] 
Anya entered the Nymph & Noggin, mulling over what Loranna had asked of her. She didn't know why she still came here so often, it wasn't as if she ever ordered anything anymore.

Spying Kiseena in her regular booth, she sat down next to her. "Hey kitten, I heard you came back in worse shape than you left." [363] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 17 2006, 11:08 PM

[367] 

Kiseena smirked at what Anya had called her. "Kiseena is not sure what came over her," the khajiit mentioned. "The one Kiseena and Shaka went with said the farmland was precious, and... Kiseena tried to protect them."

She shrugged, but continued smirking. "Though Kiseena got to keep this lovely red robe," she murred. [368] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 11:14 PM

[372] 
Anya giggled, "Spoils of war, m'dear."

"So how did Kiseena fare, protecting the farmland?" [373] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 17 2006, 11:16 PM

[377] 

Kiseena grinned like a kitten. "It appears that all that was lost to fire in the battle was a bit of grass, and most of Kiseena's fur and clothes."

Her tail swishes in the booth beside her, a bit embarassed. "Luckily, one of the others had an extra healing potion." [378] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 11:29 PM

[382] 
Anya shook her head at Kiseena, still smiling, "Friend Kiseena needs to remember to keep her clothes on, and to stay away from fires."

Anya studied Kiseena. It relieved her to see someone not worried or burdened like so many around her. She seemed... well, innocent was the only word to come to her mind which wasn't completely accurate, theivery aside. [383] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 17 2006, 11:34 PM

[387] 

Kiseena giggled softly. "Kiseena thinks this robe is special, but Kiseena is not yet sure why," she mentions. "And it is easier to move in than Kiseena originally thought it would be. And the pockets inside! So many pockets to hide tools and treasures..." [388] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 11:45 PM

[392] 
"Kiseena, you don't need anymore temptation." Anya said, winking, "Oh, yes. I spoke with Loranna earlier. She has a job for us, one you might like more than running off and fighting people head on." [393] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 17 2006, 11:49 PM

[397] 

Kiseena's ears perk high on her head in the middle of a long sip of her drink. "For us?" she asks. "Miss Loranna knows what Kiseena's... secret job is?" [398] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 17 2006, 11:55 PM

[402] 
"Even if Loranna knew of Kiseena's curious hands, she doesn't mind. Just as long as you don't steal from her or her city."

"But that's not what the job's about. It seems that the Archmagister of our Mage's Guild might, might, be a spy. He was acting mighty suspicious, and she wanted us to investigate and see if he, or anyone else, might be a double agent." [403] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 12:01 AM

[407] 

Kiseena nodded thoughtfully, looking down into her drink. "Kiseena's mother always said that being a thief for a high-class person can be a good and bad thing," she murred. "Though Kiseena supposes... friend Anya is miss Loranna's thief."

She shrugs, an ear giving a few flicks. "If Anya would like Kiseena's help, Kiseena must only remind Anya that Anya already has it," the khajiit said, gently rocking her shoulder into Anya's. [408] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 12:10 AM

[412] 
"Anya is Loranna's operative, and Anya is a thief, but at the moment the two are mutually exclusive."

Anya smiled and wrapped an arm around Kiseena's shoulders, squeezing lightly. "Thank you. Kiseena is a good friend. But I don't want to make Kiseena do anything she doesn't. But I think you'll enjoy this assignment." [413] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 12:14 AM

[417] 

Kiseena purred faintly, but her smile faded some. She looks down into her drink, one of her ears flicking against Anya's hair.

"Friend Anya does not have to talk like Kiseena if Anya does not want to," Kiseena said softly. "Kiseena is sorry that Kiseena does not talk as well as Anya, but Kiseena understands fine."

She smirks. "Though Kiseena is sure that if Anya says Kiseena will enjoy it, then the job will be more than fun." [418] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 12:19 AM

[422] 
Anya straightened, "Oh, I don't talk in third-person because of that. It's just habit to slip in that pattern when talking to khajiit that do. I don't have a problem with it at all, and I guess I do it because it made most of them feel better. I won't do it if it makes you feel uncomfortable, kitten." [423] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 12:26 AM

[427] 

Kiseena shook her head, smiling gently again. "Kiseena is allright," she said. "Kiseena is just not used to hearing others talk like khajiit tend to."

She sipped her drink again. "So, what did Anya have in mind for the job?" [428] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 12:31 AM

[432] 
"Nothing, yet, aside from just watching. I have a few other things on mind to formulate any hard plan. We'll just observe for now." Anya said. [433] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 09:10 AM

Shaka stood near the docks and watched the reconstruction. Fishermen still set out to the Inner Sea each morning, despite the rebel threat. Workers tried to salvage what they could of the warehouses and ships.

He had heard Loranna's call for volunteers to Firsthold, and was torn. Two choices: journey with the others to Morgiah's court, or stay and help with the land corridor. Both vital in their own ways.

Argonians must be rarer in Firsthold, he thought, compared to men, mer, and even Khajiits. I don't want to be the funny lizard barbarian who's come to the big city. But that was a trivial reason to turn down a mission.

His heart told him to stay and help Gistral, Anya and the others. But his mind told him he was one of the few to see Goranthir after he had metamorphosed into Geht. Goran was Morgiah's son; perhaps Shaka should be along to help tell what little he knew. [434] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 18 2006, 10:30 AM

The argonian awakens in the small innroom he had rented the night before, he checks for his spear he laid on the wall the night before, and smiles, seeing it next to him, he quickly picks up his things and walks downstairs.


He strides quickly through the bar patrons and outside, he looks around, yet he cant seem to spot any military types, even militia, but he was told clearly that there was some type of garrison here, some type of work, he walks down the road for a while, still looking for someone to talk to about a job. [435] 

Posted by: S'reddit Jan 18 2006, 12:46 PM

The Honor Guard Tavern, Firsthold[436] 

[439] 

Lord Faormier (Ellec to his friends) was at the tavern when Nalion returned.

"Very fashionable," he smiled, looking at Nalion's new outfit. "Now, the thing is that there's a ball being held at the Library tonight. I know it seems like a strange place to hold a dance, but the main hall is very large, and there are so many young ladies who want to have parties during the Cotillion Week, a lot of them have to make due. This one is for Lady Venevria Koer, the only daughter of one of the wealthiest merchant princes in Summerset, and apparently quite a beauty. I got you an invite to it. I couldn't talk to anyone about getting you permission to go into the stacks yet since they were too busy, but we can talk to the Archivist at the party."[440] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 01:04 PM

[444] 


"Well, at least your alive," Erenius says. "As for myself, M'Lady, I have been very well, and managed to scrounge up some supplies for the city, fourty of the volunteers who followed me through Skyrim, the same ones who rescued Nalion when he was waylaid by the bandits. Twelve sailors to run more supplies from Solstheim also came with me, as did fifty or so citizens who took pity upon the state of the city."

"And, M'Lady, my loyalty is, as always, first to You, then the City, and last the Empire," Erenius says, turning to follow the servent to his new quarters. [445] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 18 2006, 01:14 PM

Stre-krel peers up at an armorers sign hanging lop-sided by the shops door, he walks in, realizing by looking down at the tattered straps of his Dreugh curiass, that he needs to get that repaired. [446] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 02:41 PM

The Nymph and Noggin[447] 

[450] 

Kallen took a seat next to Isidor. "Excuse me if you're busy, serjo, but I thought you'd want to know what is happening in Firsthold if you're intending to go there."
[451] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 18 2006, 03:26 PM

[455] 
"No, not busy at all, Kallen." Isidor said, sitting up right. "What should I know?" [456] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 03:38 PM

[460] 

Kallen explained the concept of Cotillion Week and the social season in Firsthold, emphasizing the dress code of all white clothing, though the style was up to the individual's taste. He explained that King Reman and Queen Morgiah were presenting Princess Rinnala's availability for courtship, but that was only one of many balls and celebrations scheduled.

"Her Grace is getting an appropriate gown for the occasion," Kallen said. "I thought you and whoever else is going to Firsthold should also plan accordingly. If you could let the other ambassadors know if I don't talk to them first, it would be much appreciated."[461] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 18 2006, 03:44 PM

[465] 
Isidor listened intently. "Thank you then, Kallen. I will let the ambassadors know. Anything else I can help you with?" [466] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 05:03 PM

Ald Raathim's best seamstress sat forelornly in her new shop - a large tent which held what outfits she had managed to save from her partially-destroyed store. The past week or so, she had been diligently busy - everyone in Ald Raathim had -but she had been busy repairing worn common clothes and making new workmen outfits. Hardly the sort of faire a dedicated artisan would enjoy doing, even if the cause was noble.

But, it would be a long time before anyone asked for the sort of outfits she really enjoyed making ... or, so she ha thought, until the Duchess herself came down to her tent with an unusual request.

"I need a finely-wrought white dress," she said. "I'd like to go with a snow theme - I'm thinking a dress that looks like the winter snow has embraced me to be my outfit."

The Duchess was one of her best customers, and the seamstress had come to expect unusual or at least elaborate requests from her patron. Still, this idea was one of the most unusual Loranna had requested ....

The Duchess was not a seamstress, but she had by now developed some sense of how clothing was made, and what looked good on herself. So, after some initial surprise, the seamstress came to understand what the Duchess meant by a dress that looked like the snow had embraced her. It was an intriguing idea, to be sure.

"Let me retake your measurements, Your Grace," the seamstress said, already pulling out her tape. Working on this dress, no matter how strange it sounded, would be a welcome change from handling brown trousers and black shirts all day.[467] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 05:10 PM

[471] 


Markir sits down on a corner chair, facing the door. He removes his surcoat and drapes it on the chair and removes his brigantine breast-plate, and allows some of the heat building up from the hours at the dock.

"I'm sorry, Kethiah, but I believe Erenius and I can help you more than you helping me, seeing as how what I have is most imperative to the city's survival," Markir says. "If the rumors and my own eyes are to believe me, of course." [472] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 05:10 PM

[476] 

"I don't think so, but I will let you know," replied Kallen, rising. "Thank you, serjo."

The seneschal left, continuing his duties as professionally and seriously as ever.
[477] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 05:12 PM

[481] 

"No reason to apologize then," Kethiah smiled. "I take no offense to offers of assistance. Then, let me rephrase: how can you help us?"
[482] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 05:23 PM

'Good, now that the tables have turned, I think I may trust this woman,' Markir thinks.

"Ma'am...I have supplies, many tons of food, also clothing, fodder. Tools and building materials also abound. Also, one-hundred and twenty-eight men are at the city's disposal now," Markir says, a wry smile coming across his face. "And the best of it is, Erenius and I have concluded that not one of your precious coins will be spent in this transaction, we merely wish for room and board free of charge, or if you require coins in the city, I'm sure Erenius or I can work something out with one of your people." [483] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 05:50 PM

[487] 

"That is extremely generous," Kethiah smiled warmly, and then laughed. "Unless your men eat an extraordinary amount, or have very expensive tastes."

"We can accomedate you all at the Nymph and Noggin for now," she continued. "Are you and your men planning on moving to Ald Raathim permanently?"[488] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 05:51 PM

Shaka managed to find a store with white robes, figuring that an Argonian might be able to get away without tailored clothing. After an hour, he walked to Castle Daruhn with the bundled clothing in his pack.

An ivory tunic and trousers would be fastened with a white sash, and an ivory robe over that. On impulse, Shaka found a can of face-paint and turned the blue blaze between his eyes into a white one.

Shaka checked in with Dram's guards.[489] 

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Jan 18 2006, 06:08 PM

Slyvos, meanwhile, had absolutely nothing white to wear at all, and was wandering through the streets to see if he could find one of the surviving tailor shops that Loranna had mentioned earlier. why did I never get anything white before... oh, right, white and skeletons didn't go well together. Well, not a skeleton anymore, so time to see what I can find...

The khajiit finally came to one of the intact tailor shops, smileing to himself as he entered the building owned by a dunmer named Fedaves Hleray. "this will do, I suppose." He entered into the building, finding the owner of the shop on the floor from exhaustion. Apparently he had overworked himself.

"... okay, better help him out first." Slyvos casted a restore fatigue spell on the man, before waking him up. "you okay down there?"

The dunmeri man woke up, grumbling something about needles and hammers. "yah yah, I'm awake. What do you w- oh, master Slyvos, I am surprised to see you here. What do you need?"

The mage just smiled. "I need a white robe, similar to the one I'm wearing right now, but well, ya white. Have a special occasion to go to."

He would have asked what it was, but right now was already on his way to taking Slyvos' measurements. "this shouldn't take long." [490] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 06:10 PM

[494] 
"Thank you very much for your efforts, Ellec.", Nalion said. "And for the compliments. I wouldn't want Lady Venevria be disappointed in a guest that just got his invitation on the day of the ball. And all the better, while finding the writings I seek, we can have some fun on a ball. I'm looking forward to both, the celebration and speaking to the Archivist. I hope I can convince him to allow me access to the library."
The mage tugged at his clothes and shifted his white cloak around so that it rested comfortably on his shoulders.
"Ready whenever you are.", he said, smiling. [495] 

Posted by: vaanic~one Jan 18 2006, 06:11 PM

Vaan sat on the bed of his room, sifting through the clothes he had taken with him to Ald Raathim. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, a set of white clothes, consisting of a shirt and some trousers, there was even a robe as well, but he wasn't going to wear that, for comforts sake.

The clothes had originally been bought to match his long silver hair, if he remembered correctly. They were quite elaborate, with gold trimming and design, quite fashionable too.

After dressing in these nice clothes, Vaan headed for the Mages guild, deciding to take that robe as well, as a "just-in-case" precaution. [496] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 06:12 PM

((Disregard...reposting...please wait...please wait...a new reseponse shall come shortly)) [497] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 06:21 PM

[501] 


"That will be fine, and the men of the Colovian Free Cavalry will take you on your offer. As for our permenancy...the men, I'm sure, will leave when the threat passes. I cant speak for Erenius, yet his devotion to the Lady seems to hint he may very well stay. I intend returning to Morrowind and living here, yes, but probably somewhere nicer...Narsis or Firewatch perhaps, but not here, in Ald Raathim," Markir says. "I mean no offense by my wording."

'Apology freely given, allow it to be freely taken,' Markir hopes to himself, wonderring just how far this inkeeper's skills go in the way of speech and spycraft.

"Your stance...there is something interesting about it. May I inquire as to where you picked it up?" Markir asks, still seated and very curious as to just how this question will be replied to. [502] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 06:22 PM

Firsthold[503] 

[506] 

They caught a coach to the ball, as it really wouldn't do to show up on foot. The royal palace of Firsthold was enormous. It was hard to get any perspective on it, at it was surrounded by parkland, but it shone like a white diamond for miles around. There were multiple gates, but Lord Faormier and Nalion passed the main palace gate, and continued on until they got to the line of other carriages at the gates to the Library. All the coaches were white, but some were extremely ornate.

A footman stood by the gate, and Ellec addressed him. “His Serenity The Baron-Praetor of Bellias, Viscount Limnil, Lord Faormier. And His Grace, the Archduke of Tel Gorad, Lord Nalion.”

As the footman went in to announce them, Ellec whispered. “Don’t worry. It’s not like anyone’s going to check on your title …”[507] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 06:23 PM

While her favorite seamstress was working on her dress, there were a few other things for Loranna to take care of. She picked up a few basic white outfits to wear as leisure outfits, so she didn't have to run around Firsthold's taverns wearing her best dress. That done, she stopped in the Mage Guild and hugged a couple Winged Twilights until they obligingly tucked themselves into grand soul gems. One Winged Twilight put up a bit of a struggle, but not much - and Loranna was rather good at putting Winged Twilights down, Azura's Daedra being, next to Sheogorath's, her favorite soulgem fodder.

Selling the filled soul gems for money was almost harder than finishing off the summoned Daedra, and required a trip out of Ald Raathim, but bythe time she got back, she had money enough for Firsthold's festivities, and her dress was ready. All that remained was to gather everyone together and go to Firsthold.[508] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 18 2006, 06:26 PM

The argonian finally arrives at the fine clothier shop, it seems to be the only one open or worth going to, funny he thinks to himself, that he would go to a seamstress for his armor, but all he really needs is a new set of leather straps, he can do the rest of the work himself. He opens the door, and walks in. [509] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 06:33 PM

[513] 

"No offense taken," Kethiah shook her head. "Though we will see at the end of the war which community is 'nicest.' You are free to stay as long as you like, of course ... I merely ask because, as much as I appreciate your generosity, as a tavernkeeper I don't want to promise free room and board indefinitely. Someday, hopefully someday soon the Nymph and Noggin will be a business again, and I'll need to take on paying guests as well ... I hope my wording isn't offensive."

On Markir's next question, Kethiah's smile did not drop, but she gave her practiced half-truth: "My stance? I suppose it's left over from my days before I was a tavernkeeper, bureaucrat, wife, and mother. I was a self-taught freelance adventurer."

No need to go into her history as the deadliest assassin in Morrowind with someone she just met, after all.
[514] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 06:34 PM

((Delete...)) [515] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 06:40 PM

Firsthold[516] 

[519] 
"Archduke?", Nalion thought and suppressed laughter. The mage never had a title, not that he would ever need one. Just 'Nalion' had worked out fine all this time. However, Nalion knew that with a title, even a false one, he might come farther than without. Thus, he straightened himself and while waiting to be announced, he ran through his sparse knowledge on customs in royal palaces that he had gathered throughout the last year. Nalion still felt uncomfortable when moving among nobility on a very formal occasion, but he felt confident at least that he would not attract too much attention.
"Archduke of Tel Gorad.", he muttered just under his breath to memorize the name, then a polite smile appeared on his face and patiently waited to hear Ellec and himself being announced. [520] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 18 2006, 06:48 PM

After talking to Kallen, Isidor went to buy some white clothes. After much searching, and haggiling, he found a set of white shirt and pants, and even a pair of stark white shoes.

Laughing slightly, he walked back into the Nymph and Noggin. [521] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 06:49 PM

The Royal Library Ball, Firsthold[522] 

[525] 

Their names were announced, and Nalion and Ellec entered the main hall of the library, descending a wide marble staircase. Below them there were a thousand revellers, who turned their attention to the new arrivals.

An orchestra, also in white, with instruments of white, played under a fifty-foot tall metal statue depicting Julianos. Their tunes were stately and slow, not meant for dancing to, but a group of naked acrobats tumbled about in front of them to the beat of the drums.

Servers wound their way through the throng, bearing drinks. The liquid served in very thin flutes of crystal was pure black.

"Ebonille," Ellec whispered. "The first trick is not to spill any on yourself. And not to be caught if you spill it on others."
[526] 

Posted by: Argoniansoulpower Jan 18 2006, 06:50 PM

(I cannot seen to connect to the IRC channel, how do I join it?) [527] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 07:12 PM

[531] 

Markir nods, knowing she hides something, yet leaves it at that.

"Very well then, Kethiah, I shall leave you at that then. When my people leave the city, I shall make sure either myself or Erenius will pay you back in full, for all forty of the soldiers under our direct control. As for the sailors and tag-alongs, theres no garauntee those shall pay, sadly," Markir says. [532] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 07:15 PM

The Royal Library Ball, Firsthold[533] 

[536] 
The mage took the chance to look around the hall as they slowly walked down the stairs. The dominating statue of the Julianos caught his eye first and the mage could not help but smile, then the acrobats took his attention for more than a moment as they performed their elegant and grazile art.
Nalion took one of the crystal flutes with Ebonille and nodded his thanks to the servant.
"Ebonille, a very fitting name for such a drink. And I guess it is not without... humorous purpose that this drink is served when the dress code requires white garments.", the mage said before taking a sip from the crystal glass to bring him out of the immediate danger of spilling its contents.
"I believe it is also customary in Firsthold that new guests should introduce themselves to their gracious host.", Nalion said, then lowered his voice so that noone but Ellec could hear him. "And well, as you said, you are not here without purpose as well, so I guess that we should pay our respects to Lady Venevria?" [537] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 07:22 PM

"All right; everybody ready?" Loranna asks her enterouge, having brought everyone together at Ald Raathim's Mage Guild.

It was later in the day by now and so her new dress was appropriate to wear, and so Loranna had put it on, wanting to see how it looked. White on white, ruffled and frilled to resemble a snowfall, the dress swirled around Loranna's body, leaving her shoulders bare. Small bits of crystal were cleverly woven into the dress so that it would sparkle and break the light, further suggesting the falling snow. New white shoes, encrusted with diamonds, adorned her feet, and her jewelry was likewise made with diamonds and sapphires, including a new tiara that adorned her head.

She had chosen to do leave her hair in a more Nordic tradition to emphesize the snow woman look, drawing her luxorious hair into twin braids that spilled down her back. A silver staff completed her ensemble, giving her support and looking not unlike an icicle in her hands. All together, with her tearstreaks and the crystals both catching the light, she looked like the winter snows had coalesed around her body and formed a mantle to clothe her.

The Altmer guild guie raised her eyebrows but did not comment as Loranna said "Firsthold, please."[538] 

Posted by: dentris Jan 18 2006, 07:27 PM

P'Rassha has never been so much productive in all his life. 3 houses cleared in one day. But it's a if he was missing something. Helping friends, protecting a city and all that responsability is interesting, but still...

Isidor told him something that might help him with his boredom. Escorting Lady Loranna to the land of the Altmer. P'Rassha went there before, but not long...

He managed to find a clean white dress among his things. It was a good thing he knew an Atmer clothier. Otherwise, nodoby would have used so much white silk to make a robe. The robe was really simple, though there was some jewelry added to it. After dressing, P'Rassha hurried to the mage Guild...just in time. [539] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 07:27 PM

The Royal Library Ball, Firsthold[540] 

[543] 

"She hasn't made her entrance yet," Ellec replied, also taking a glass of ebonille. The flavor was dry and herbaceous, but delicious. Like many things in Summerset, it was impossible to explain by comparison to anything else. One simply had to sample it. "We should find her parents though."

It was easy to guess the location of Lord and Lady Estacirce, the hosts, for many were gathering around them. One could also not help but hear the various bits of gossip. Venevria was said not to want this party, and her brother Lord Thios, to whom she was very close, had refused to attend, objecting to the whole thing. Venevria's gown, the noble women whispered, was supposed to be very grand, even more beautiful and expensive than the Princess's. That would be a scandal if true.

The hosts were found: a grandly dressed couple with delicate, noble features. It was easy to see why their daughter would be beautiful with such a lineage. They were speaking with Heliothrax, the chief archivist of the Royal Library.
[544] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 07:31 PM

Firsthold[545] 

[548] 

Upon arriving at the Firsthold Mages Guild, the Altmer Guild Guide there did not raise an eyebrow. She merely said. "I suppose you're going to the ball at the Royal Library? Better hurry, or it'll be over. You can catch a carriage outside."

[549] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 07:32 PM

Erenius looks about him, knowing the personal locus for such a transport would amount to no more than about three feet on a side for each person. He made sure his person and his spare change of clothes, three seperate outfits, were ready also. Currently he wore his ceremonial armour, white with silver inlays, the same inlay as found on any Imperial soldier's steel breastplate, with a golden sash brandishing his ebony blade, a hold-over from his outfit he wore all that time ago at the Hearthfire Ball at Lord Darius' estate in Cyrodiil, the house that now, by chance, belonged to him. [550] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 07:41 PM

[554] 

Loranna smiles, improvising smoothly. "Thank you," she says, turning to hurry through the Firsthold's Mage Guild. Never having been to Firsthold, though, she couldn't help but be a little awed by the grandiose design of the guild - and this, she realises, was just a hint of what lay outside.

Royal Library? Nalion must surely be there, Loranna thinks as she steps out for a carriage, her eyes falling uponthe splendor of Firsthold for the first time ...[555] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 07:47 PM

Firsthold[556] 

[559] 

The white carriages trotted through the streets of crystal and mirror and silk. Even the guards who patrolled the upper walkways wore white, and seemed to be ghosts floating above all.

The diamond-like Royal Palace was glowing by torchlight as the carriages pulled up to the entrance to the Royal Library.

"May I have you name, milady?" the footman asked. With him was a long scroll with many names on it. Evidently, it was by invitation only.
[560] 

Posted by: dentris Jan 18 2006, 07:48 PM

[564] 


P'Rassha noticed Loranna's eyes as she sees for the first time the city of Firsthold. He whispered to her:

"It's beautiful, yes...but not as beautiful as the Altmer want us to believe. P'Rassha knows not all the stories about the city are true. If P'Rassha believed all the Altmers said about this city, it would have taken three times longer to build this city than all the other cities of Tamriel taken together..." [565] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 07:48 PM

The Royal Library Ball, Firsthold[566] 

[569] 
Nalion listened to the conversations and rumours, but took care not to appear to be eavesdropping. Instead, he slowly moved towards their hosts, waiting for a fitting moment to present Ellec and himself.
As the opportunity came, his heart began to beat faster with excitement and nervousness, but he hoped it would not show.
"Lady Estacirce, Lord Estacirce, it is my upmost pleasure and honour to meet you. If I may introduce myself, I am Lord Nalion, Archduke of Tel Gorad.", Nalion said, trying hard to sound as if he was used to speak that way, and bowed politely towards his hosts. The Breton's cloak flapped lightly with the motion, catching the light of the candles in its silver lining.
"May I also present His Serenity, the Baron-Praetor of Bellias, Viscount Limnil, Lord Faormier."
Turning to Heliothrax, he likewise bowed. "Master Heliothrax, this hall of knowledge truly is magnificent..."
Directing his words to all of them, the mage continued "...and what is more pleasant than combining wisdom and knowledge with pleasure?" [570] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 07:53 PM

[574] 

Loranna smiles a bit at P'Rassha and touches his massive arm. "It's almost like a fairy tale," she says, slight emphesis on the almost. "But it's still pretty."[575] 

[578] 

Time to see if the advance notice she had sent paid off, Loranna thinks as she tells the footman "Dres Loranna Pyrel, Grand Duchess of Ald Raathim of Morrowind, and her enterouage," in her official-yet-kindly voice.[579] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 07:59 PM

Erenius, looks at Loranna, knowing full-well that the title and names were quite accurate, yet suprised at the way they came out.

'Such grace and cunning in her choice of words...' Erenius thinks. ''Tis almost as if the Lady were born into her current state and had known it her whole life...'

Erenius looks about the entourage, almost suprised at both how many came together on the notice, and the small size which may or may not be true, but certainly seemed like it from his perspective, just behind and to the left of Loranna, on the edge of those in the group. [580] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 08:08 PM

[584] 

Heliothrax looked at Nalion with a slightly amused smile, and shook his hand. He was an old fellow, even by Aldmer standards, and it was clear he had read most of the books under his charge. Difficult to fool, but evidently, he didn't mind Nalion's deception.

Lord and Lord Estacirce smiled and bowed to Nalion and Ellec.

"Tel Gorad, how lovely, I haven't been there in too, too long," her ladyship replied, beaming, which would have been more impressive had Tel Gorad existed.

"But there is the war now," Lord Estacirce tutted.

"Too, too sad," his wife tutted too. "I hope it has not been too tiresome, your grace."
[585] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 08:14 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[586] 

[589] 

A lot happened in a very short amount of time. The footman scanned the list, and then nodded almost imperceptibly to another fellow who seemed to be of a higher rank, who was in an alcove off the main entrance. He nodded in reply, and the footman bowed and said. "One moment, your grace, while I announce you."

It was a model of efficiency for sure. An unexpected guest had been approved and given entry in but a few seconds' time.

"Dres Loranna Pyrel, Grand Duchess of Ald Raathim of Morrowind, and her entourage," the footman called to the company within, announcing them.

Lord Estacirce looked to Nalion with a slight smile. It was obvious what he was thinking. He hoped that the Duchess and the Archduke weren't on opposite sides in the Civil War of Morrowind. That would be very awkward.[590] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 08:25 PM

[594] 
Nalion glanced at Heliothrax, recognizing the smile for what it was, the Breton himself had used this kind of smile on certain circumstances. He bowed his head slightly towards the old Altmer to let him know that he knew.
"Much has changed, my Lady. I feared I would not be able to attend at first, for the war has made many things more difficult. I would also rather tend to my business and my library than caring about troop movements and strategy. But then I thought of your gracious invitation and the splendour of this celebration, and I had to come."

With the announcement of Loranna, Nalion turned towards the grand staircase and watched Loranna and her entrouage enter. However, he did note the smile of Lord Estacirce. Could this be useful in some way?" [595] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 08:27 PM

Reeds, wearing a snow white vest and cloak with a creamier white vest with small silver trim, and his purse significantly lighter, was waiting with the rest of the entourage to enter. He turned to Shaka and whispered, "What's the bet that we're the only two argonians here?" [596] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 08:32 PM

[600] 

"No takers, Reeds," said Shaka. "Let's try not to break into tribal dances for this one."

In reality, Shaka was a little subdued, not used to seeing such riches, even in Mournhold. Loranna was looking stunning, though, and the rest of the group wouldn't let her down. [601] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 08:34 PM

[605] 

Loranna smiles benignly, and walks in, using her staff to aid her. Her dress swishes slightly as she walks, further enhancing the illusion of being engulfed in snow.

So much white on white ... Loranna finds herself thinking of the first time she met Harmann, back in Cyrodiil. The House of Dibella there had had a beautiful room that was all white on white as well. And part of her heart begins to yearn a bit for the place she misses most of all, seeing in the ethereal whitness before her a hint of the pure whiteness of the snow and ice she so loved.

How she an her friends must look to this party, with mighty P'Rassha and serene Reeds and Shaka, Loranna thinks to herself with a small smile. Let the foolish ones talk about how strange they look if they dared; here now walked heroes. Not to mention one pregnant Nord woman.

Respectfully, Loranna finds her way to the Lord and Lady, to introduce herself...[606] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 08:36 PM

[610] 
"But they're so much fun..." Reeds replied as they walked into the ballroom. [611] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 08:37 PM

[615] 

"Yes, His Grace Lord Nalion is a great collector of books, his library is one of the most impressive in the east," Ellec said breezily, on his second ebonille. "I told him he had to see the Royal Library collection while he was in Firsthold."

"How long is your Grace staying?" Heliothrax asked. "Unfortunately, the stacks are locked up for the next week while the Cotillion is on ... We don't want drunken noblemen stumbling among the rare manuscripts, vomiting after all."

"Really, milord," Lady Estacirce tutted. "You're being purposefully gruesome."[616] 

[619] 

They were. In fact, there were very few non-Altmer at the ball at all, and one could even trace similar facial features among the guests. Interbreeding was as common among the nobility of Summerset as it was elsewhere.[620] 

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Jan 18 2006, 08:41 PM

Slyvos was wearing a rather exquisite robe, tailored with diamonds along the edges and a perfectly blended white color that only allowed the diamonds to show when they hit the light and sparkled. He blinked a few times at seeing all this, for even he was amazed. ... now I see why the altmer brag so much...

He glanced at Loranna's outfit, his smile widening at her beauty. lovely mentally and physically, such a rare find; I officially declare myself the luckiest male in existance.

When Loranna walked away, he just followed along quietly, not really having much to say in the company of nobles and other such people that were probably there. [621] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 18 2006, 08:41 PM

Ingmar
While Isidor went off to Firsthold, to meet with royalty, Ingmar was relaxing in the Nymph and Noggin after a long day at work.

Isidor

Isidor gazed around the room, smiling broadly. As much as he loved Ald Raathim, and it's natural beauty, he was amazed by the beauty of Firsthold, just the same. [622] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 08:41 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[623] 

[626] 

Servers handed the guests the thin crystalline flutes of ebonille as they passed. And they heard much of the same gossip as Nalion had heard earlier, as well as the information that the young lady in whose honor the ball was being held would shortly be presented.

Lord and Lady Estacirce, Master Heliothrax, Lord Fiormier, and "Archduke" Nalion were easy to spot.[627] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 08:41 PM

Erenius stood just out of site, allowing Loranna to pass into the main area. Shortly thereafter, following a respectable distance, about three meters behind, Erenius dispatches himself towards the room.

Erenius simply stares below with an eye for finding who's who amongst them by sight alone.

'So much white, it may be difficult finding our people amongst this crowd' was Erenius thought the entire time he walks the staircase.

From there, he looks again, trying to spy those same people as earlier.

Coming alongside Loranna, Erenius speaks again. "M'Lady...with so much white here you may very well consort with he who is your enemy instead of your friend. Be careful."

There is a slight pause. "But then again, you've come through much worse than this for certain." [628] 

Posted by: dentris Jan 18 2006, 08:43 PM

[632] 


P'Rassha took his role of bodyguard really seriously. He followed LAdy Loranna closely, watching over her and her unborn baby. He checked the surroundings and let his muscles discouraged anybody that would like to hurt her.

He also used his height to his advantage. Altmers aren't used to be smaller to others. That might give Lady Loranna an edge, he thought. [633] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 08:54 PM

The naked dancers in front of the orchestra began moving towards the marble stairs in formation. The Altmer moved out of their way. Evidently, Lady Venevria was about to make her appearance.[634] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 08:55 PM

[638] 
Nalion glanced suspiciously at Ellec, hoping that the young Altmer would be able to keep himself in check with his consumption of the liquor. The mage hoped that his newfound friend would not accidentally give away information that would spoil this charade.
"I will stay as long as needed, Master Heliothrax, it is not only the search for books that drives me here, but the company of such excellent hosts like Lady and Lord Estacirce. Though, I have to admit, that my curiosity and interest are indeed quite high. I would be honoured if you would find time to talk about your library in the near future, Master Heliothrax.", Nalion said, then commenting to the Lady Estacirce. "Studying is a wonderful way to keep the wits sharp, which in turn, helps to keep my holdings up and running."
The mage purposefully did not comment on the reason the library would be closed, in this regard, he would support Heliothrax view on the matter...

Seeing Loranna approach the Lord and the Lady, Nalion took a step back to make place for her. "Your Grace! Lord Nalion of Tel Gorad at your service." Nalion stressed his fake title only slightly more than necessary, hoping Loranna would catch his hint.
[639] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 09:03 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold

Ellec looked towards the staircase as the dancer ascended and the orchestra took a more lyrical, almost celestial tone.

"There's a door to the stacks under the stairs," he whispered to Nalion. "It's never locked. People use it for dalliances all the time."[640] 

[643] 

Ellec smiled at Loranna, and waited for his introduction.

[644] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 09:07 PM

"We have," Loranna whispers quietly to Erenius, giving him a slightly strained smile. "I don't think we have too many outright enemies in this place though."

She took Slyvos's hand as they approach the hosts to announce themselves, smiling at him. It felt good to have Slyvos at her side for one of these parties.

Reaching their hosts, Loranna does a small curtesy, saying "My Lady and Lord Estacirce, I thank you humbly for admitting us to your gracious party. Truly you have outdone yourselves; never have I beheld a gathering such as this before. And with such wonderous entertainment as well," she adds, having appreciated the acrobats on the way to the hosts.

" ... My Lord; fancy meeting you here," Loranna says as she rises, smiling at Nalion, an eyebrow raising in a curious arch. "I am glad to see you in good health; it's been too long since I've had the pleasure of visiting your domains." She slipped just a tiny bit; it was unsure from the tone of her voice whether she was happy to see Nalion, bemused, or being ... politely civil.

Then, the movement of the acrobats and orchestra tells Loranna the Lady Venevria is approaching, and she says "Ah ... here comes the lady of honor herself ..." [645] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 09:14 PM

[649] 
"A pleasure, truly.", Nalion answered, trying to slip in an undertone of sarcasm. "I fear I have neglected to pay you a visit to your fine estates in return, Dres Loranna."
"If I may introduce Lord Faormier, the Baron-Praetor of Bellias and Viscount Limnil?", Nalion slipped in politely so that Ellec would not feel out of place, before turning towards the staircase, waiting in anticipation. [650] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 09:20 PM

Telera walked into the Nymph and Noggin to get a drink upon arriving back in Ald Raathim, she was parched. As she had come into the town she had noted that there had been some rather extensive redecorating since she had last come through, mostly in the form of buildings missing from where they had been and others missing pieces, along with the town of tents that had sprung up. There was also a decided lack of ships in harbor compared to what she remembered from before she left.

Coming back to the obvious signs of a large battle having taken place here she’d had to admit to herself that it had been daft to go running after Anya, Shaka and Reichi when they had already been out on their mission for nearing a week already. Especially with an idea of where they were as vague as “somewhere on Vvardenfell.” Now she recalled a vague memory about a way to contact them that Loranna had, something with mirrors. Eh, she’d have to ask about that if they were not back yet.

If the thought that anyone she knew might not have made it through the battle crossed her mind it didn’t show, she took it as a given that they would survive anything short of the world being unmade, not that that hadn’t seemed feasible at some points in the not too distant history.

She spotted Anya in the tavern talking to a female Khajiit. A smile came to Telera’s face, obviously they had returned from their search for Goranthir. Coming up beside Anya she remarked lightly, “Looks like I missed quite a bit of fun here.” [651] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 09:23 PM

[655] 

Lord Estacirce bowed to Loranna and her company, smiling widely, and thanking her for her kind words. He was very relieved that Ald Raathim, wherever that was, and Tel Gorad, wherever that was, were not enemies.

"Ald Raathim, how lovely, I haven't been there in too, too long," her ladyship beamed.

All eyes then turned to the entrance as the orchestra swelled.

A whirlwind of white billowed forth from the doorway, carried on a magical wind. At first it seemed to be snow, but as it fell, and glistening in the candlelight, it was evident that it was crushed crystal. An almost obscene expense.

"Lady Venevria Estacirce," the footman called.

A pale thin figure appeared on the stairs. The gown appeared to be very simple, painfully bodiced, and she wore a wimple that covered much of her hair and face. It glowed like starlight, and as she walked slowly down the stairs, the train behind her spread out and cascaded like an endless sparkling river.

Even at a distance, Venevria's eyes, bright like amber, caught the light and the attention of all.


[656] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 09:26 PM

Erenius takes a look as this Lady Venevria comes onto the orchestra's platform. While not entirely sure yet what to make of her, he doesnt quite like the initial feeling he has about this person. From that he looks first to the Khajiit who also seems to have taken up an unofficial role as bodyguard, much as Erenius has essentially done, then to Loranna's other Khajiit companion who stood next to her, and lastly to Loranna herself, before turning towards the rest of the crowd, continuing to scan it for possible threats.

'Such is my life as a guard of Loranna,' Erenius thinks, knowing that while far from what he had hoped, it was the job he had taken, however unofficially it may be.

The whole time he speaks not a word. [657] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 09:29 PM

[661] 
Anya turned, and her eyes widened in suprise, rippling slightly even though she was learning to maintain more control. Quickly she got up and held Telera in a tight embrace and kissing her, "Where in all of Oblivion have you been?" [662] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 09:31 PM

[666] 

Ellec had been in the process of bowing to Loranna when Lady Venevria appeared. He finished it awkwardly.

"A great pleasure to meet you, your Grace," he said to her, smiling charmingly. "If you'll excuse me ..."

Lord Faormier whispered to Nalion. "The door by the stairs, remember ..."

And then he hurried through the crowd to try to get a dance with Lady Venevria as the orchestra began its waltz music.
[667] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 09:37 PM

Loranna greets Lord Faormier with a smile, intuiting that he and Nalion are new companions, and returns his greeting with no inication that she thought him awkward; she lets the Lady's comment about not visiting Ald Raathim in ages pass, as for all she knows, she might have been in Daruhn decades or centuries ago.

But, Loranna sincerely doubted it.

For a second, Loranna's heart pines again for the place her heart misses most of all, the crushed crystal reminding her of snow ... and then when she realizes what it really is, her eyes widen slightly. The money that just got dusted into the hall would have helped jumpstart Ald Raathim's rebuiling by a noticable margin, and for a second Loranna felt outraged for Ald Raathim's sake.

But then, she was drawn to the Lady Venevria's eyes, finding herself wondering what was going on in the young mer's head. Her bodice did not look comfortable at all, and her face was so covered ...

She really doesn't want to be here, Loranna thinks to herself, feeling a flash of sympathy for the girl.[668] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 09:44 PM

[672] 
Nalion lifted an eyebrow at the most obvious and wasteful display of wealth as the crushed crystals fell down. However, he had to admit that it fitted perfectly to the entrance of the star - in the truest sense of the word - of this evening. The Breton found himself admiring the grace and apparent beauty of Lady Venevria as she descended the stairs.

Nodding briefly to Ellec, Nalion just managed to say "I'll remember" and "Thank you!" to his friend befor he vanished among the guests. "Good luck to you!", he added quitely.
Turning towards Loranna, Nalion began to whisper in her ear.
"I've heard that Lady Venevria was quite opposed towards this ball, as well as her brother. Thanks to my friend Ellec, I know how to get into the library. I'll leave the noble stage to a true noble now. Good luck Loranna. I hope I find what I am looking for, and then I will be back. Should anything go wrong, meet me at the 'Honour Guard'."

With that, the mage slowly made his way towards the staircase and the door there, hoping to make use of the fact that all eyes were now fixed on Venevria. [673] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 09:47 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[674] 

[677] 

Lord Faormier, by impressive diligence and speed, considering he was halfway across the hall when Venevria entered, managed to get the first dance with her. Her ladyship took her train in her left hand and Ellec's hand in her right, and they began the slow, graceful dance. The train, as it was enchanted to do, rose above the floor and circled the couple like a sparkling mist. Other couples followed their lead, but for the pure spectacle of it, Lady Venevria and Ellec were the most dazzling.

[678] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 09:50 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[679] 

[682] 

The little room under the stairs housed a few beautiful marble statues which had evidently been moved from the main hall to make it more open for the ball. The torches lining the walls were out, but Nalion could make out the circular staircase leading down to the stacks below.
[683] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 09:51 PM

Erenius watched as the waste of glass and crystal fell, wonderring if there might be a way to bribe those doing the clean up to send the shards to Ald Raathim not long after all the guests had left the islands, when few questions would be asked.

'Best be something to talk over before going ahead with,' Erenius thinks to himself, stooping if only for a moment to take a handful of the fallen shards and deposit them in the coin purse, largely empty save a dozen coins in the bottom, that rest on the right side of his golden sash. He notes Nalion's akward retreat from the room, knowing that the "Lord of Tel Gorad" had good reason.

The man lets out a single, barely audible sigh, suddenly feeling the boredom, the agitation at doing little but endlessly watching, and the hope that something might happen. The same feelings Erenius felt some fifteen years ago when he was twenty-five and along the walls at the Corinth garrison. [684] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 09:51 PM

[688] 

Loranna whispers to Nalion "Good luck dear," and lets him hurry off, her eyes still on the Lady Venevria. Expensive as her train was, she had to amit, it was breathtaking.

"Slyvos love?" Loranna asks, holding out her hand and smiling. "May I have the honor of a dance?"[689] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 09:52 PM

[693] 
“It’s really good to be with you again,” Telera said, after disentangling just enough to get her breath back a fair bit later, she was in no hurry. “Mostly on Vvardenfell; looking for you.”

She set about asking Anya the questions that came to mind, “How are you? How did things turn out in looking for Goranthir? How did the battle here go? Where is Shaka? Who’s your friend? You’ve gotten a lot stronger since last time I saw you.” [694] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 09:54 PM

[698] 

Kiseena blinked when Anya got up, but her eyes practically bugged out when her friend kissed someone Kiseena had never met before.

Her tail swished a few times before settling, not knowing what to say. [699] 

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Jan 18 2006, 09:56 PM

[703] 

Slyvos takes Loranna's hand, his eyes half open and a smile plastered on his face. "The honor is all mine, Loranna." He moves closer to her, waiting for his wife to make the first move; after all, she was the one that asked... [704] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 09:58 PM

[708] 

Shaka watched the couple, smiling. It was bittersweet to see the two, and the rest of the crowd, dancing and not have Anya along. Shaka decided to ask Loranna for the next dance, though it would take working up some courage.

[709] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 09:59 PM

[713] 
Nalion continued to follow the staircase spiraling downward. He would have needed his magic right now to create a light spell, but unfortunately, this was not an option right now. Thus, he held closely to the handrail and moved forward, silently, listening more than seeing in the dim staircase.

The mage thought he could make out the faint smell of parchment further down. [714] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 10:01 PM

[718] 
Anya's eyes flickered back and forth for a second, as she debated telling Telera about her undead life.

She dodged most the questions pertaining to her by introducing Kiseena, "This is friend Kiseena. I met her just before Ald Raathim was attacked, and befriended her. She's an rather excellent acrobat, among other things." [719] 

Posted by: Shardie Jan 18 2006, 10:04 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold

Around and around she went, her white velvet gown moving in the wind, dancing to the music like it was her last dance. Maranda Biennie had been asked, by a friend, to accompany him to a ball... Although this was not the big ball, it was still dancing, and drink, and fun. Her Dunmer companion smiled, as the two stopped dancing. He moved away, and Maranda leant up against the wall [720] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 10:04 PM

[724] 

Kiseena's ears flick as she hears Anya introducing her. She smiles a faintly uneasy smile, giving a light wave of her paw. "May a friend of Anya walk on warm sands," she murred gently. [725] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:05 PM

[729] 

Nalion had been in enough libraries to recognize the organization, and make his way through the maze of shelves towards the section he sought. It was an amazing collection, possibly the best he had ever seen.

There were the usual creaks and groans of an old structure, and echoes of the party upstairs, but Nalion heard something else, he was certain of that. Footsteps. They were soft, cautious, but definitely someone else was down here with him.
[730] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:05 PM

Reeds noticed the dance beginning and, thinking that he need not be as withdrawn at these things as he normally is, asked one of the altmer nobles to dance. [731] 

Posted by: FireMaster Jan 18 2006, 10:08 PM

Markir returns to the Nymph and Noggin, having just finished a walk to clear his mind after the meeting with Kethiah earlier that day. Most things fit, however there was one thing that didnt...the fact that she was a "self-taught freelance adventurer" as she put it.

He'd try to figure out more, but not now, instead, a warm bed awaited him upstairs in the Nymph and Noggin, and he intended on sleeping, if only for a few short hours. [732] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 18 2006, 10:10 PM

Isidor wandered across the dance floor, looking for a suitable partner. [733] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:11 PM

[737] 

The pretty Altmeri girl Reeds had asked smiled politely, and then burst into tears, running away.

"Don't mind her, she was holding out for someone else," said another Altmer noblewoman, with golden eyes and a cute crooked smile. "But I'm available."
[738] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 10:12 PM

[742] 
“An acrobat and …other things,” Telera said in an amused tone.

She turned to Kiseena and extended a hand, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kiseena. Any friend of Anya’s is a friend of mine and, er, walk on warm sands yourself.” [743] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:13 PM

[747] 
"Well then, milady," Reeds asked, bowing and extending his hand, "May I have this dance?" [748] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:16 PM

[752] 

She took his hand with a little laugh. "Glacia of Tourton," she said, as they joined the dance.
[753] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 10:16 PM

[757] 

"Hello, Maranda," said Shaka, surprised. "Small world, even when you figure in the guild guides."[758] 

Posted by: Shardie Jan 18 2006, 10:19 PM

[762] 

'Yeah, Cyrodill feels like its only 16 square miles!' Laughed Maranda, 'It seems the world is shrinking. I must admit, I was not expecting to see you here. So, why are you here?' [763] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:20 PM

[767] 
"Reeds of Ald Raathim," He replied as they moved out onto the floor, "And might I ask how Glacia of Tourton is on this fine evening?" [768] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 10:20 PM

[772] 
Nalion had wandered between the shelves, feeling dwarved by the massive amount of knowledge stored in this truly wonderful library. He walked with his head slightly bent to be able to read the script on the spines of the books and at times, touched the ancient parchment with his finger, wondering how many years these tomes had been lying here, waiting anxiously fo a reader.

Then, he heard the steps...

Nalion now was glad that he did not use light, that way, he would not as easily be spotted. What was is that Ellec had told him? That people use the staircase for dalliances all the time? Surely not this early, though?

He slowed down and began to move silently, listening hard to determine from where the footsteps came. Reaching the end of a row of bookshelves, he stopped and hid behind it, hoping to either better locate the other one or even catch a glimpse of who was down there.[773] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 10:22 PM

[777] 

Kiseena glanced at Anya with a questioning look, wondering if Anya had told this new person of what she was. She gave Telera's hand a gentle shake. "Kiseena thanks you," she said for lack of a better idea.

"So many friends Anya has," she thought. "And none but Kiseena is a khajiit." [778] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 10:23 PM

[782] 

Shaka tried to keep his eyes on Maranda's. He must be the only Argonian who could be distracted by softskin anatomy.

"I don't want to say more than I should for now, but Loranna and some of the company are looking for allies for Helseth's side, as you can imagine. . . . A beautiful dress, on you."

"How is Jelsia? Also, I'm glad your temple wasn't destroyed in the battle for Ald Raathim."[783] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 18 2006, 10:23 PM

[787] 

Loranna leans in for a kiss, and hands her staff to a servant so that she can take Slyvos in her arms ...

It was a slow, graceful dance, which was good because Loranna was not up for more robust dances these days, though she finds herself wishing for a moment she could slip off her shoes and dance with Slyvos the way she and Tris used to dance. That, though, would doubtless cause a row among the Altmer, and she couldn't afford to cause a row; her mission here was too important.

Nonetheless, the music was enchanting, and Loranna could lose herself in the dance and Slyvos's eyes just the same. For right now, that was all that mattered.[788] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:27 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[789] 

[792] 

"At this moment, I feel wonderful," Glacia grinned, glancing quickly at Venevria and Ellec. "But two minutes ago, when she stepped in, I felt like a scullery maid."

Glacia looked pretty more than glamorous, as Venevria did in her personal cloud of stars. Her white silk gown was loose, and comfortable, though her figure was obviously very fine. [793] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:30 PM

[797] 
"You?" Reeds asked in surprise and amusement, "I don't feel nearly as well-dressed as some of the others here." He twitched his shoulder to get the cloak off it, "And I tell you this cloak has a mind of its own." [798] 

Posted by: Shardie Jan 18 2006, 10:32 PM

[802] 

'Thankyou, Shaka, the dress was made by an old friend of mine back in Cheydinhal. Jelsia, is, well to tell you the truth, I havent seen her for quite some time... Ive been quite busy, and so has she.' she gazed across the room, 'Allies, eh? So its going that badly?' I dont think myself the Queen will help. Trechery is a favorate trait of the Royal Family of Wayrest' she smiled, 'so is madness, or so I hear, listening to what the current queen of that citys been up to' [803] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 10:33 PM

[807] 
Telera followed Kiseena’s uneasy glance, wondering what that was about. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you for a drink,” She said to Kiseena.

To Anya she added, “Well you never answered my question Anya. How are you? What’s changed? I take it you figured out what was going on with Goranthir?” [808] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 10:34 PM

[812] 

"Well, let's dance and you can fill me in at the same time," said Shaka. "Just how bad is it?"[813] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:36 PM

[817] 

The footsteps also slowed, as if whoever it was also heard him, and was trying to figure out where he was.

There was silence for a moment, and then someone shoved against the bookshelf to topple it onto Nalion.

[818] 

Posted by: Shardie Jan 18 2006, 10:37 PM

[822] 

'No, sorry, Shaka, Im all danced out. And besides, I already have a partner' she said, a sincere look of dissapointment on her face, (or was she just good at acting?) 'Im sure there is a pretty girl for you somewhere, dear' she whispered into Shakas ear, 'Hes a potentially big sponser for the temple, we have to make him happy, sorry' [823] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 10:40 PM

[827] 
Anya's cheek twitched, "Goran's... not well. His keeper took what his mother promised to him, and now is doing his bidding. And I-"

Anya paused for a moment, midsentence. She set her mind, without giving much extra thought to it. She cast a strong, short duration Silence on both of them.

"Please don't make a scene-" She relaxed her eyes, and they began to glow a vampiric sheen. She opened her mouth to reveal her fangs.

"I ran into some trouble at Ald Sotha..." she said, suddeningly finding the table's surface very interesting. [828] 

Posted by: syronj Jan 18 2006, 10:41 PM

[832] 

"No problem, Maranda," said Shaka, and he smiled as he shook her hand. "Lor and all of us are having to learn the arena of politics."

"I hope you'll enjoy this evening anyway. See you back in Ald Raathim."[833] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 10:43 PM

[837] 
Between the shoving sounds and when the bookshelf started to fall were just fractions of an eyeblink, many of which were wasted before Nalion realized that this thing was heavy and it fell down on him. As it was usually the case in such situations, the heart beat faster and the reactions seemed faster than the thoughts that were supposed to control them. Nalion tried to dive under the bookshelf, trying to get to the end of the shelf as quickly as possible, however, the books and scrolls stored in this shelf already began to fall out of their places... [838] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:44 PM

[842] 

Glacia giggled. "Not used to the entertainments of the rich and vapid? Are you from Black Marsh?"

The dance ended, and the orchestra began a new tune.

"Almost before we began," she said, disappointed. "Would you like to ask me to dance again?"
[843] 

Posted by: Shardie Jan 18 2006, 10:47 PM

[847] 

Tisk, tisk tisk, Politics is the sport of nobles, the sport with a high fatality rate, its best you not get involved.' she shook her head, 'anyway, I wish you the best with your lessons, I'll be here for a bit longer too, staying at the Grande Hyzat Inn over by the castle, if you want to visit for a chat or somthing...' she waved her hands goodbye, as her dance partner chatted to some noble friends of his, 'Its better to just look pretty and smile, that way, you dont get involved in this sort of stuff' she said under her breath so few could hear her [848] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:47 PM

[852] 
"Oh of course." Reeds replied. As they started again, Reeds continued, "No, I'm afraid I have become unfamiliar with the upper echelon of society again, and no," He continued, "I hail from Cyrodiil actually, although my journeys have led me to Morrowind of late." [853] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:48 PM

The Stacks Beneath The Royal Library, Firsthold[854] 

[857] 

Nalion cleared the falling bookshelf unharmed, and saw a shadowy figure in a dark robe run into the maze.
[858] 

Posted by: Stargazey Jan 18 2006, 10:49 PM

[862] 
And, Isidor, despite being married, and out of place in between all the altmer, couldn't help but ask for a dance, when the music ceased.

Walking over to Venevria, he bowed, and said, "A dance, m'lady?" [863] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:51 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[864] 

[867] 

"I hope that wasn't an impudent question," Glacia said as she spun around him. She was a very good dancer. "You are only the second Argonian I've ever met, and the first one I've danced with."
[868] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:52 PM

[872] 
"Not at all," Reeds replied, trying to keep up with the twirling Altmer, "Although I am curious as to who the first one was, and why you didn't dance with him." [873] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:52 PM

[877] 

Lady Venevria looked to Isidor and bowed gracefully, taking his hand. Lord Faormier looked disappointed, but smiled charmingly, and withdrew with a bow of his own.

As Isidor and Lady Venevria danced, her train once again billowed around them, as if creating a wall of stars between them and everyone else.
[878] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 10:56 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[879] 

[882] 

"I was only six years old, and too shy to ask, I suppose," she laughed. "Most of us 'highborn' Altmer find Bretons and Nords to be exotic and rarely seen. When we see a man with scales and a tail ... Well, unless one is adventurous, it's safer to stare. I'm sure it'd be the same if I walked into a village in Black Marsh where no one was used to seeing an elf."
[883] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 10:59 PM

[887] 
"I wouldn't know about Altmer," Reeds responded, "although due to the... actions... of the Dunmer in recent years, they are probably used to seeing elves." [888] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 11:00 PM

[892] 

Kiseena watched the two of them quietly. She wasn't sure what it was Anya was showing Telera, but part of her knew that it was Anya's "secret."

The drink she had been sipping at suddenly seemed to catch Kiseena's attention quite thoroughly at the moemnt. [893] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:01 PM

[897] 

Glacia frowned. "Yes, of course, how daft of me. I'm sorry," she looked to Venevria and Isidor dancing now. "It looks like your friend has his eye set on the lady of the ball."
[898] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 11:01 PM

[902] 
Telera barely moved at all, there was a slight flicker as her eyes moved to gauge whether Kiseena was part of this and then nothing. She was dead-still.

‘We kill vampires and undead beasts, yes?’ She heard breaking into shocked silence inside her skull. ‘Time to release this one to the grave.’

Telera’s breathing became very erratic, but otherwise she stayed motionless, ‘But this is Anya – vampire – she’s – kill it – No, it’s Anya.’

‘Oh, so now you won’t kill undead? [censored] great. Next thing I know you’re going to try and go pacifist on me.’

Quietly she told Anya, “Go. Take. The. Cure. Now.” [903] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 11:06 PM

[907] 
Anya looked at Kiseena, wondering for a moment if she understood the implications.

Anya quickly turned back to Telera, "I did, but I vomitted it back up. I don't know why, but Loranna was supposed to look into it, I think." [908] 

Posted by: stargate525 Jan 18 2006, 11:07 PM

[912] 
"It's fine," Reeds said quickly, "It's not something I'm touchy about, though I'm happy it's finally been outlawed." He followed Glacia's gaze to Isidor, "Why I never..." Reeds muttered. Out loud, so Glacia could hear he said, "that would be like him. Domestic on the outside, daredevil and adventurer on the inside."

The music ended with a flourish, and Reeds said to his partner, "I have had a lovely time Milady, although my throat demands quenching and I fear it refuses to wait much longer," Reeds bowed regretfully, "perhaps we can continue this discussion later tonight?"


(OOC: out for the night.) [913] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 11:08 PM

[917] 
The mage stood before the decision to either leave the library, stay in the area he was or follow the dark-clad figure. By leaving, he would perhaps risk not getting access to the library again, staying here would give the assailant another chance to drop a shelf on him and following would perhaps lead him into a trap.

Nontheless, Nalion decided quickly. Cursing his brightly white garments and wishing for some at least a bucket of Ebonille. He cast down his white cloak, then followed the figure deeper into the library, though he tried to be wary of dangers and holding as much distance to bookshelves as at all possible. [918] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:09 PM

The Library Ball, Firsthold[919] 

[922] 

"I would like that," Glacia smiled, kissing Reeds on the cheek. She joined a group of her friends.[923] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 11:11 PM

[927] 

Kiseena didn't understand. Something about glowing eyes and fangs floated through her mind, but she was having a hard time connecting the two just yet. Perhaps the booze she'd been drinking, or the happiness of relaxing with Anya turned into a meeting of a new friend.

A new friend that Anya had just shown her secret to, was what was on Kiseena's mind. [928] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:12 PM

The Stacks Beneath The Royal Library, Firsthold[929] 

[932] 

He did not have to follow the figure far into the maze. Some papers had fallen on the ground, and the cloaked character evidently did not see them. There was a crash as the shadow tripped and fell against one of the shelves. [933] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 11:17 PM

[937] 
‘See? No cure for it.’ the dagger said in what was its best approximation of empathy, not convincing on the whole, or at all, as it slipped to its usual tone. ‘Release it from its curse, you know it is the best thing for it now.’

‘Vampires do not belong in this world. Death will be a welcome reprieve for a vampire,’ Telera agreed, before shaking her head viciously, ‘ Shut up! I don’t care! I don’t give a [censored]! Anya belongs in my world.’

“How did this happen?” Telera said in a suspiciously even voice. [938] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 11:25 PM

[942] 
"While we were tracking Goranthir, we encountered several vampires. All were killed but one, and she squeezed me unconcious and took me away to her room in Ald Sotha, where she did this."

Anya glanced at Kiseena, then back to Telera, "Are- you okay, Telera?" [943] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 11:27 PM

[947] 
Nalion usually recognized a chance when it was presented to him, so he leaped towards the cloaked figure, carefully avoiding not to trip over the same papers. The mage tried to grab the figure on the throat, growling something that seemed to be "You and I need to talk!" [948] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 11:29 PM

[952] 

Kiseena had to hold her tail in a hand beneath the table, but that didn't easily stop it from its perturbed swishing. She finished the rest of her drink, but continued to look down into it. [953] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:31 PM

The Stacks Beneath The Royal Library, Firsthold[954] 

[957] 

The figure struggled in Nalion's grasp, and he could tell right away it was a girl. A slightly built wisp of a girl, in fact. Her jet black hair tumbled loose as she squirmed to look at him. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with skin like honey, and she looked at him with frantic, and very familiar amber-colored eyes.

Her hands began to glow.

"Let go of me," she hissed.
[958] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 11:37 PM

[962] 
The surprise in finding a young girl to be the one who had just pulled down a shelf on him was evident, and the mage shifted his grasp from her throat to her arms, yet took care that she could not easily escape him.
"Tell my why you pulled this shelf on me and what you were doing down here.", he said, then... the mage noticed her eyes.
"You... don't tell me you're Venevria...!" [963] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 11:39 PM

[967] 
“Perfectly fine,” Telera continued in the same even voice, “How goes the feeding around Ald Raathim? The recent battle must have driven off much of the big game, but so recently after a battle disappearances will take a while to be recognized. You haven’t been…have you?”

‘Perhaps you would like to bring her some gifts, yes?’ the dagger laughed. ‘Hopefully she does not mind if they are delivered not quite entirely unharmed.’ [968] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:39 PM

The Stacks Beneath The Royal Library, Firsthold[969] 

[972] 

"Please," she whispered. "Don't tell anyone. I'm trying to run away." [973] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 11:43 PM

[977] 
"From whom? Your parents? The ball? Anyone else? Where do you want to go?", Nalion's questions were asked fast, then, he slowed down, trying to give his voice a calming sound. This girl was probably more scared of him than he should be afraid of her. He released the pressure of his grip on her arms and leaned back.
"It's dangerous outside, though you may not see it. Please tell me why you want to run away. Who's up in the ballroom now, taking your place?" [978] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:47 PM

The Stacks Beneath The Royal Library, Firsthold[979] 

[982] 

"I begged them not to make me go through with it, but they wouldn't listen. I want to go to Artaeum ... It's not so far away if I slip away at night," Venevria whispered, looking into Nalion's eyes. She was still frightened, but a little less so when she found goodness there. "My twin Thios is taking my place ... at least until the ball's over, if I can escape tonight." [983] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 18 2006, 11:50 PM

[987] 
Anya tilted her head at Telera, worried, "Feeding has been a problem so far. The animals will come back soon, and the battle left me... filled. Loranna is also working on potions for that. I'm not a monster, Telera, I won't let that happen." [988] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 18 2006, 11:54 PM

[992] 

Kiseena slipped out of the booth, shelling out some septims to cover what she had drank. "Kiseena apologizes," the khajiit says. "But there are things that... require Kiseena's attention."

The khajiit gives a nod to the both of them, and heads for the door to the Nymph and Noggin, already starting to pull the skooma bottle - made necklace out of her shirt. [993] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 18 2006, 11:55 PM

[997] 
"Artaeum...", Nalion repeated, another place of ancient wisdom. "So you like it down here, Venevria? Books and scrolls?"
Nalion couldn't hold her from doing what she wanted, after all, he had run away from his home with Lirielle as well, all these years ago. He smiled understandingly.
"I can't hold you, Venevria, nor is it my wish. I fear I can't help you either, but I've heard of two Psijiics aside from Loremaster Celarus. Masters B and Adanorcil.", Nalion said as he released his hold on the Altmer girl fully.

"But if you do like books and know your ways around here, I'm looking for a book dealing with the Old Ways. I've got some notes here on what to look for..." [998] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 18 2006, 11:57 PM

The Stacks Beneath the Royal Library, Firsthold[999] 

[1002] 

Venevria smiled shyly. "Yes, I do like it down here, and yes, I can help you find that book ... But only if you stop calling me Venevria, and call me Ria, after my aunt Ria Silmane." [1003] 

Posted by: Teleran Jan 18 2006, 11:59 PM

[1007] 
“Of course,” Telera said, she looked over at Kiseena as she left. She looked back at Anya, and she started speaking normally, “Well I suppose this means I’m going to have to start using fortifying spells for our sparring matches. I need the practice with them anyway. You never mentioned, is Shaka around?” [1008] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 19 2006, 12:01 AM

[1012] 
Nalion was taken aback and had to lean on a bookshelf for a second. Ria Silmane. Died after Jagar Tharn ursurped the throne of the Emperor. Supposedly, it was her who guided the Eternal Champion in his quest to find the pieces of the Staff of Chaos.
"It would be an honour. Ria.", Nalion smiled, holding out his hand to help her up. [1013] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 19 2006, 12:04 AM

The Stacks Beneath The Royal Library, Firsthold[1014] 

[1017] 

"Thank you, and thank you for not telling anyone I'm down here," Ria said, as she guided him through the shelves. [1018] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 19 2006, 12:07 AM

[1022] 
Anya gave Telera a worried look, but was greatfully relieved, "Please, if your hiding anything from me, don't. I want to talk me, but give me a moment. I'll be right back, please don't leave."

Anya got up, and left the tavern after Kiseena.[1023] 

[1026] 
"Kiseena!" Anya called out to the Khajiit, "What's wrong, kitten?"[1027] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 19 2006, 12:08 AM

[1031] 
"I won't, Ria, and I wish you luck on your way. When you reach Artaeum though, try not to let bookshelves drop on people, yes?", Nalion said and grinned at her, letting her guide him through the library. The anxiety in finding this book began to rise in Nalion. [1032] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 19 2006, 12:10 AM

[1036] 

Ria smiled again. "Would you tell me your name? Other than Thios, who agreed to wear a very uncomfortable dress to help me escape, you're the nicest person I've ever met."
[1037] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 19 2006, 12:10 AM

[1041] 

Kiseena stopped short, having been on her way to somewhere quiet around the other side of the Noggin. She tipped her head back fast as she took a drink, then went about hiding her bottle as she turned back toward Anya.

"Friend Anya," Kiseena started, trying to casually slip through the initial effects. "Kiseena was merely allowing Anya and her friend spend some time together." [1042] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 19 2006, 12:14 AM

[1046] 
"I'm called Nalion.", the mage said simply. "And thank you for the compliment. I'm just trying to find out a few things to help friends of mine. When you're on Artaeum, write me a letter, send it to Ald Raathim in Morrowind. People know me there."
He winked. "You're a nice person, too. I'm sorry to have grabbed you so hard now." [1047] 

Posted by: Sheogorath Jan 19 2006, 12:17 AM

[1051] 

"I will do that, I promise," Ria nodded seriously. She took a book from the shelves carefully. It was so old, its leather threatened to crack with the slightest pressure. "Is this the book you wanted?"

(Be back on in about an hour) [1052] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 19 2006, 12:18 AM

[1056] 
Anya smiled and shook her head, "I have my own share of vices, Kiseena."

She grabbed Kiseena's hand, "You are my friend too, you don't need to leave. There will be other times for me and Telera to spend together alone." And began leading the Kiseena back to the tavern, muttering quietly, "I hope." [1057] 

Posted by: White Rhino Jan 19 2006, 12:21 AM

[1061] 

Kiseena nods faintly, a soft smile on her face. Anya did seem to want Kiseena around afterall. "Because friend Anya did not wish to tell Kiseena Anya's secret, Kiseena will try to forget what was seen by Kiseena's curious eyes." [1062] 

Posted by: Xyber02 Jan 19 2006, 12:23 AM

[1066] 
Anya shook her head, as she slid into the booth next to Telera, "Kiseena, I wouldn't have said it with you near, if I hadn't wanted you to hear." [1067] 

Posted by: Nalion Jan 19 2006, 12:23 AM

[1071] 
Nalion carefully touched the old tome, almost caressed it. Then, he opened it slowly reading the first lines and comparing them with his notes he took back in Ald Raathim.
"This is it, thank you very much, Ria. Now go, time is more precious to you now than is is to me. It was a pleasure to meet you. You have beautiful eyes, but they might be easily recognized, you should try to hide them, if possible. Good luck. May your voyage be speedy and safe. Take care.", Nalion said, touching her cheek reassuringly. [1072] 

Posted by: Loranna Jan 19 2006, 12:25 AM

This topic has reached the Loranna Pyrel Official Favorite Number of the Week number of posts, so ...

It's Time ...

To ............

LOCK ON!!!

(breaks into an impressive solo heavy metal riff, just because she can)

Loranna [1073] 

Posted by: Dreadlord7 Jan 19 2006, 12:32 AM

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