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Post by Darkom on Apr 4, 2010 19:28:14 GMT
IC: "Ja'Rasi, correct? Daedra researcher and..." the legionnaire looked the Khajiit up and down, eyes trailing on his broad shoulders and strangely gaunt face, "Scholar of Leyawiin." "Ja'Rashi, yes," the ex-gangster corrected the man, attempting a smile while retrieving the letter from his robe pocket. The guard examined the fine cursive meticulously, eyes skeptical. The Khajiit caught the man staring at the tattoo on his palm, cursing himself for exposing it as he swiftly returned the letter to his pocket. "Everything is good, we may go?" The guard seemed to consider it for a moment, finally nodding to a fellow Imperial at his side. "Go ahead, he'll lead you to the waiting room. A few other guests have already arrived, but be sure to check with Seraphin once you get there. He'll be the way too serious one in red armor." Ja'Rashi spread his fangs in another lame smile, following behind the young legion guard until he stopped before an open doorway. The room was full of armored legionnaires, but standing apart from this grim faced entourage was a small group of shady looking strangers. The familiar hodge podge of mercenaries Ja'Rashi had seen all too often in his service to the Gold Cat: warriors and mages, archers and assassins, all just looking for a quick Septim. Given, this crew seemed a lot more relaxed, one woman in dark armor actually seemed cheery. A strange group, but perhaps needed for finding the strangeness behind my Lord. Ocato might have answer, just maybe.The large cat entered, bumping into a small Imperial woman as he went, approaching the scarlet armored man the guard had told him of. Two other mercenaries, a gaunt Imperial and a large Nord, were already with him, so Ja'Rashi decided to wait before introducing himself to the legion commander. The man wasn't going to miss him, afterall. OOC: Please note that Ja'Rashi is pretending to be a scholar, wearing robes and the like, but that doesn't mean he is doing a good job. He's not the brightest Khajiit, and by his appearance alone your characters can probably figure out that something is up. However, when he offered his services to the Legion he was accepted by a rather bored and unprofessional secretary-type assistant, and thus recieved his letter of clearance to get into this little meeting. Just wanted to make that clear
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 4, 2010 19:49:37 GMT
In his little corner of the table, Wilfric's sallow lips pulled up into the first real smile he'd had since he had arrived at the Tower. That assassin woman was already intriguing him. Not only had she promptly and very succinctly put the Imperial woman in the black armor in her place, but she had also made it expressly clear that she had no faith in the Divines either, being a Hand of Mephala...
"Nina Othelu..." He repeated under his breath, setting the piece of cheese he had been nibbling on aside in favor of a gleaming red apple. As he bit into the apple, marking its fair crimson skin with a great tear, he likewise noted the assassin's name in the back of his mind, storing it there for future use. Though he had not seen fit to do so with the others' names, as they really didn't interest him, that one would prove far more amusing to watch...
Chewing his piece of apple thoughtfully, he noted only the young Breton woman - who he hadn't even noticed before... She was either quite adept at remaining silent and slipping in and out of even these notoriously difficult to sneak into rooms, or she had been in here the whole time just silent - leaving before deciding to make his presence known again and finally move over to the assassin woman.
As he was rising, of course the Divines took that exact moment to make the door open, a rather awkwardly dressed Khajiit coming striding through the door. Wilfric couldn't help but recoil at the sight.
The cat was dressed up like a scholar, in his long, flowing robes, but he certainly didn't have the stance of one, nor the air of intelligence that usually hung ominously in the air around their kind. His posture was all shot, his eyes didn't carry that intelligent, cunning gleam and he outright ignored the others in favor of simply wandering over in the general location of Seraphim, before hesitating on actually speaking to him.
Quirking an eyebrow at the strange sight, but choosing to ignore the foolish scholar for now, Wilfric drew his cloak tight around him and turned towards Nina and Selene. Approaching quietly from behind Selene - she had proven her point quite adeptly to the Imperial woman, and he wasn't about to make the same mistake. By approaching from behind Selene, Nina would have to attack the Imperial woman, getting through all that armor, before she would have a shot at Wilfric. A pointless gesture, in his eyes, since he was more than capable of defending himself, but... - he paused just behind the pair before slipping around Selene.
The Imperial woman seemed distracted by a Redguard standing around nearby - without having introduced himself either at that - so he focused on Nina... Which was convenient, since she was the reason he had walked over in the first place.
"Wilfric Cinn Salazar, at your service, Mrs. Othelu." He greeted formally, setting one hand lightly against his stomach. He didn't bother leaving his hand near the dagger there: He was more adept with magic anyway.
"May I ask why a Hand of Mephala is willingly being brought along on such a..." He flicked his gaze around at the others with disdain. "... important mission?" He finished, black sarcasm dripping from every word. He didn't bother trying to make friends. She wouldn't be interested anyway, and he frankly didn't care either.
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 4, 2010 19:56:31 GMT
OOC: Um... Ephemera's not in the room yet, Web, that was just an intro post, plus she won't be making herself visible for a while yet, sorry. :/
To clear this up, another post of hidingfulness! IC:
They didn't walk to the Council Chambers, but then she hardly expected to; this 'nobleman' was clearly not here on a personal visit; altmer had great difficulty tolerating arrogant humans, even Ocato, who she knew very well to be a tolerant, inclusive man.
The room was nearly empty when she arrived, save for Seraphin, Ocato's man, and Ocato's aide, a young woman who was whispering in his ear with a smile on her face. Seraphin was an angry man, and characteristically he looked like a volcano deciding whether or not to erupt. The aide was playing some game or other. Ephemera didn't respect games. She generally felt that rules weren't worth the bother.
As the room filled up with more and more people, she never once flickered into view, completely hidden from sight, placing herself in a chair behind Seraphin, which, even once her invisibility faded, completely hid her from view. She couldn't see anyone else, and they couldn't see her. Should walk into a position to see her, and should they glance her way, it would take them a moment to focus their eyes on her, by which time she would already have vanished without a trace.
Some people, fortunate people, were blessed by the stars. Others were more fortunate still, and were born with the ability to fade in and out of other people's worlds. They would often become assassin's and thieves, finding their skills useful occupationally. But Ephemera lived the Shadow. There was hardly a moment in her life when she ever allowed herself to be seen or heard; that was, afterall, the mark of a truly excellent maidservant.
It also made her extremely useful in other ways, and her skills at avoiding perception would make a thief weep for joy. To Ephemera, it was just how life was. She wondered when Ocato would turn up.
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 4, 2010 21:02:05 GMT
Nina groaned in the back of her mind as someone else wanted to talk to her. What part of being a recently sentenced killer, and daedric worshipper don't these people understand, when it comes to me not wanting anyone to talk to me?! she thought frustratingly as she glanced at the man. His posture was different to the woman in black armour however, which made her feel a little at ease.
As he asked what she was doing in the room she shrugged. "It wasn't a voluntary decision for being here. It was wither i take the old man's offer, or i rot in a tiny dank cell for the rest of my life." Nina said plainly again trying to convince that she wasn't the best person people should be talking to.
But that would be all she would say on the matter, as she did not need people asking her more questions when she said that the Webspinner wished her to be here as well, because of the deaths of two of her fellow princes. But it seems this may be the reason why Octo wished her to be here, being so close in touch with a daedric prince would have some uses for the man, but Nina hated being used.
"But seriously, do i have a 'come talk to me im an extremely social woman, please all gather round and speak to me, because i like it' sign above my head?" she asked and sighed, finding a seat behind her, and she slumped down on to it.
There was something that bothered Nina though about this Wilfric character. He seemed incapable of fighing, yet there was something about him that she did not like. Her eye in which the web mark covered, notices things that are unseen by the common eye, and it noticed that the man had a few hidden talents behind that weak appearance.
"Tell me then why a man such as yourself was invited to this group. It obviously seems that you must have a use, since you look like someone who can't lift a blade or cast a spell." She stated, obviously convinced that this man had something useful for the Chancellor, to be invited here.
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Post by Vrek on Apr 4, 2010 21:33:01 GMT
Almar was just finally starting to relax, becoming used to the many humans entering, but he instantly straightened, all chance at relaxation lost when one human admitted to being a Mephala worshiper. It made sense that one such as her would wish to stop the crisis. Why would a godslayer stop at just two Princes? It was likely that she would want to be the most helpful to stop the slayers, having the most at stake, but the thought did little to calm the Bosmer.
He settled again, his back against the wall, and started to study the humans more intently now that the possibilities were opened to him.
Then the beastman walked in. A once impassive expression was replaced with a sneer in a moment. The archer's hand fell to his side, where it pulled one of his bone knives loose in it's sheath. The knife itself was more suited to killing a Pahmar or Senche than a Kathay, but the room, which was becoming more and more cramped withe every minute, wouldn't properly accommodate firing a bow, so it was the best choice he had.
Every instinct in him screamed to attack the Khajiit before it noticed him and attacked first. He held back, remember his own oath that he made only a few minutes past. If the beast did attack first, Almar would be at the disadvantage. Taking a Khajiit in close quarters was an easy way to have an eye scraped out.
But still, he did not attack. He only watched every movement by the Khajiit, as it made it's way to the Legionnaire in red armor, clearly not used to the robes he was wearing. This time the archer did not settle back against the wall. Instead he stood, ready to strike at the beast at any moment, his hand never leaving the grip of the knife of his thigh.
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Post by Cirith on Apr 4, 2010 22:29:16 GMT
"Again we are sorry for doubting your word sir, it's just that the council of mages never gave a proper description of their representative for this mission. Frankly, we had expected more of a scholar than a ... blacksmith" The palace guard still had a skeptical look on his face when he looked at the representative the magesguild had sent, who looked nothing like a magician he'd ever heard of. nevertheless the man did have both the order/invitation of Ocato himself and a written order bearing the seal of the council of mages. But they had let in quite an assortment of people with several looking far more suspicious than this man, and although it took a little while to sort out he was indeed the magesguild warlock Devardius. "Thank you for that sir, but I think I really should get in now as I already was running late..." Ragno Devardius answered the palace guard as he finally had the whole identity confusion. but he didn't let the irritation get to him as this sort of confusion was more common than Ragno would like personally. It was of course natural for people to doubt his rank in the magesguild or his expertise in enchanting, because most scholars and magicians took very long to reach such fame. Ragno was lucky at that because his family was already known for their talented sorcerers and skilled blacksmith work. nowadays however he was more of a sorcerer then a real blacksmith as he was looking for more knowledge in the arts of enchanting. however now with the strange Daedric activity just as he was in the middle of investigating the Daedric and dremora weapons recovered by soldiers during the Oblivion crisis the council of mages deemed him most useful to join the mission Ocato was assembling today.
"strange folk in a strange city... nobody would seem out of place here" Ragno thought as he entered the room and remembered seeing several mercenaries, magicians and other folk earlier on his way here while crossing the temple district, now an even larger place of pilgrimage with the towering statue of the dragon avatar of Akatosh. Ragno always preferred the city of Skingrad over the Imperial city, it was far too crowded and far too monotone with all its towering walls and buildings, all the same off-white colour. however guild business as usual had him here and he best make it worth his time.
with a slight sigh to calm himself he pulled up a smile again as he entered the waiting room, the first thing he noticed was the table with an assortment of food and drink for the waiting people, of which a decent number had assembled already "I knew I was late with that whole not-looking-like-a-magician thing talking so damn long, ah well it doesn;t look like they started without me...." Ragno could see a variety of individuals, with and without armor, many looked like they didn't fit in with the others, like it was just a random assembly of random mercenaries and other freelance forces hired by the high chancellor. he moved to the table with the refreshments and picked a tangerine out of a bowl with fruit from the jungles of southern Elsweyr. he used the time to peel the fruit to get a better look at everyone present, to judge the situation before making a move. it all looked quite harmless with the exeption of the more suspicious looking figures; a bosmer looking rather tense and a slick looking man in expensive clothing who certainly did not look like he belonged amongst the warriors and soldiers Ragno could see. however Ragno quickly moved on and found a bench near a man about Ragno's age, maybe younger, in near full steel armour. he didn't really look like the guy to talk that much. after watching the group for a few moments more Ragno understood small talk wouldn't do him much good right here when everyone came expecting some big mission from the high chancellor, who still was nowhere to be seen...
OOC: yeah, I know it ain't good way to get involved by standing at the sidelines, but it's late so I'm posting it like this.
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Post by Simmo33 on Apr 4, 2010 22:45:45 GMT
Raydus watched as the Paladin tried to spark up conversation with the dark-haired woman next to her. He noticed a mark over the woman's eye, shaped like a spider-web. That's odd thought Raydus, but he didn't bother asking about it, to be honest he didn't really care.
Eventually the paladin turned to him and answered his question about there whereabouts of Ocato. "Our Legion friend over there mentioned something about waiting until more of us arrived before taking us to see Ocato himself." she said, shrugging.
Great, thought Raydus, I wouldn't have bothered coming here so early if I'd known we'd be waiting around so much.
He decided to get some of the pastries the woman in front of him was eating to pass the time. The pastries tasted pretty bland, but Raydus didn't mind, food was for keeping yourself alive, nothing else. Raydus continued to sample the selection of foods at the table, including fruit, wine, cheese and a small amount of chicken. He used the food as a reason for not mingling with the others in the room, anyone watching would think he was simply hugnry, not trying to avoid conversation.
Raydus sat down on a nearby chair and continued eating, he just hoped the Chancellor showed up soon, he wanted to get on with the mission.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 4, 2010 23:15:31 GMT
Wilfric let out a short laugh as the assassin woman sank back into the chair behind her, complaining about people's desire to talk to her. The sound was almost reptilian, complete with a rasping hiss hidden just underneath the sound.
"No... You have more of a 'Keep talking to me and I'll kill you...' look about you, but I didn't come here to strike up a conversation for pleasantries." Wilfric acknowledged, waving one hand dismissively.
"Rather, I came to acknowledge the presence of someone who interests me - in itself a rarity - and to learn more about said person so I know whether to avoid you in the future, or that I can bring what more... unsavory luxuries I deal in to bear." The nobleman's lips pulled away from his teeth in a snide grin, as he settled in. Though he didn't have the comfort of a chair like the assassin woman did, speaking to her was worth standing for a while longer.
"As for why I am here... There are two reasons for that. First, I am a noble, and a merchant that has several stores around Cyrodiil... The others, though they may or may not be well renowned, are adventurers, archers, soldiers, mages, and the like. Though these professions earn considerable renown, they are not exactly lucrative... The Legion especially. Most who join the Legion join for a sense of duty, rather than for the wonderful benefits package." He pointed out, nodding towards the amalgamation of do-gooders, adventurers, and foreign visitors about them.
"Because of this, it will likely be my funds supporting everyone's acquisition of supplies and the like whenever we are moving about the countryside... Though we can gather a few supplies while traveling, we for the most part won't have the ability to stop and hunt or forage for food. We must therefore make do with what we can acquire between cities, if we do not wish to die of malnutrition. My stores and funds therefore are considerably useful in the acquisition of these supplies."
"Second..." Wilfric continued, his gaze returning to Nina. "My father, before his untimely demise, was an adventurer himself. Through him I learned at least something of combat, and picked up a few spells and... other abilities... outside of my mercantile work." Slowly, he leans forward, fixating the assassin girl with a cold gaze. In particular, his eyes traveled to the spider-web covered eye, which must have some meaning for one attributed to Mephala.
"You may think I cannot handle a blade or cast any spells, but I may surprise you in that field. Even without a blade, and without my magic, I am not incapable of finding clever ways of assuring that I never come into any danger..." He hissed quietly to her, a threat hanging ominously in his words. Wilfric had not gotten to his position honestly, after all...
Flashing the girl a slick, oily smile that somehow only enhanced his icy gaze, Wilfric straightened once more. "Of course, the Chancellor's reasoning will be his own to explain whenever he arrives..."
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Post by Darkom on Apr 5, 2010 0:36:06 GMT
OOC: Nova, feel free to interrupt my Khajiit, if not I'll send him your way in just a moment. Vrek's post is too good a chance to pass up By the way, Shadow, Ja'Rashi bumped into Nina when he walked in. I suppose I didn't really do a good job mentioning it, my bad. IC: Still waiting just a few yards away from the aggrivated legionnaire, Ja'Rashi decided to begin studying the other patrons more closely. If things went the way he was beginning to think they were, he would most likely be travelling with them in the near future. The main area of conversation seemed to be behind the Khajiit, near the entrance, where several of the mercenaries had begun chatting. The slimy looking Imperial that had just walked away from Seraphin had struck up a conversation with the Imperial woman Ja'Rashi had bumped into on his way in. These two didn't seem the type that had come merely for the good of their Empire, unlike many of the others. Fool humans, Empire shouldn't be, Merrunz made clear that.The rest of the adventurers seemed to be taking their fill at the food-table in the center of the room. Stuff your face any time chance lets you, normal for human.In fact, the only person not eating or talking was one strange looking Bosmer standing by the wall. Ja'Rashi almost passed his gaze right over the small elf, until he realized the Bosmer was glaring directly at him, one deft hand on the knife handle at his thigh. Ja'Rashi had seen that look before- it was something he had grown very used to during his years in Senchal. Crazy tree elf isn't trying to fight here, is he?Ja'Rashi replied to the intense gaze with one of his own- an almost smug look that warned the elf not to mess with the Khajiit. He wouldn't be the one to start a fight, not here, but he let his claws slide out just a little.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 5, 2010 0:39:22 GMT
Selene visibly frowned as the Redguard man she'd just spoken to walked off towards the refreshment table, without introducing himself or even offering so much as a 'thank you' for her response to his question. Yeesh, she thought sourly, furrowing her brow and crossing her arms over her chest. What did Ocato do, go out of his way to gather up the biggest collection of grumps in Tamriel?
Slightly offput, she made her way back towards the front of the room, taking a seat across from the elderly, robe clad man that had come in after she had. If nothing else, she expected he couldn't be any colder than Nina had been...
"I don't suppose you feel like talking, do you?" she asked the old man, sounding mildly hopeful. _______________________
Seraphin went about silently tucking away his list of the expected adventurers. It looked as though mostly everyone had arrived by now, and he expected Claire to return shortly with word that the Chancellor was ready to meet with them. Distractedly, he noticed an oddly dressed Khajiit standing nearby, somewhat awkward looking in general, and a man with a distinct lion shaped pauldron on his person.
For a moment, he played with the idea of explaining to the large group of people that he expected they'd get to meet with the Chancellor at any moment, but then thought against it. They were probably as sick of hearing his announcements as he was of giving them. And he was growing very sick of wasting his breath on this bunch of unruly drifters.
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"Excuse me, Chancellor? The adventurers you summoned have assembled in the waiting room...and I think they're eager to meet with you."
Supreme Chancellor Ocato of Firsthold, leader of the Empire, rose from his seat in the Imperial Council chamber, idly straightening the fabric of his robe as he did so. "Thank you, Claire," he replied graciously, nodding at the young Breton woman standing in the doorway. "If you would, tell them I'm ready to see them now. And convey to them, as well as Commander Callius, my appreciation for their patience."
"As you wish, Chancellor," Claire replied, closing the door and making her way back to the waiting room.
"Dammit Ocato, we've got more important things to deal with right now than your damned brigade of mercenaries," remarked one of his fellow councillors scathingly. "If these reports are right, there have been sightings of these rogue Daedra near Red Mountain in Vvardenfell. The East Empire Company has lost another supply ship north of Skyrim, and now people have started disappearing in every province!"
"Which is exactly why this group was assembled in the first place," Ocato replied calmly. "You know as well as I do the Legion is stretched thin right now. I have full confidence that this mission will help us discover just what, exactly, is happening in the Daedric realms, and what we can do about it. Now then, my fellow councillors...if you don't mind, I'd prefer to meet with these adventurers alone."
Compliantly, the other councillors began to vacate the room, though the half dozen or so Legionnaire palace guards remained, their long ebony halberds held professionally at attention. Ocato himself moved towards the centre of the room, and silently awaited the arrival of his guests.
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 5, 2010 1:35:56 GMT
<ooc> oh sorry lol.. why is everyone talking to me though >.< shes meant to be anti-social, not the centre of attention lol..
<ic> Nina blinked a couple of times at the man as he spoke. "Well i guess my suspicions were correct.. there was something else that was hiding" Nina said simply and gazed at some of the new comers, and felt a presence she could not see. It could only mean one thing. someone else born under the shadow was here, and seemed to use their gift often from the likes of things.. or maybe it is someone with a more ominous purpose.
She had ignored the fact that someone bumped into her, but if it had been anywhere but here that person would have been flattened to the ground with a dagger at the throat for the rudeness. She returned her gaze to the strange man and took in his threat.
"I would like to see you try and back up your threat. But i suppose fighting in here is against their rules, and those legion dogs would love for me to screw up." She looked up at the commander wondering when they were to meet the chancellor. After all having people coming up to talk to her was not the reason why she was here.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 5, 2010 3:29:53 GMT
OOC: Process of elimination for me. It's not that he wants to talk to you, it's that he doesn't want to talk to anyone else. IC: Wilfric couldn't help but smile again as she rose right to his challenge, responding in kind. Good, she wasn't spineless. "Threat? Oh no no no no, my dear... That's only a threat if you intend to cause me harm." Wilfric said, in a mock offended tone. Placing one hand over his heart as though he were wounded, he made a dramatic half-turn, though his gaze didn't leave the assassin girl. "If you don't intend to harm me, then I'm sure you and I will find much in common in the future... And perhaps find enough solid ground to do a bit of business together." He insinuated, his voice oozing greasy charm. Ducking one hand into a pouch at his side, he removed a small, slender glass vial which contained a murky bluish liquid. Balancing the vial delicately in his hand, he offered it to her. "In fact, I have a small token of goodwill..." He didn't know whether she would recognize the exotic poison or not, but even if she didn't, it was one of Wilfric's favorites. Stealthy and fast acting, the poison had a very sweet taste, often likened to blueberries. With its murky blue color, that was quite ironic... As oftentimes it was mixed in with precisely that for stealth purposes. The poison itself, once ingested, would paralyze the victim and supercharge their nervous system, making every sensation seem that much more painful, that much more pleasurable, etc. Of course, then it would start to shut down bodily functions... The look on a person's face as they slowly suffocate from their diaphragm painfully locking and twisting, while their body contorts into the most unimaginably painful positions thanks to their hijacked muscles was delectable. Especially their eyes... Ahhh, even until their death, they remained so crystal clear, so lucid, and so agonized...
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 5, 2010 7:50:48 GMT
OOC: Shadow, I love ya, and I know you like your powerful characters but please don't sense Ephemera, or know her birthsign, or 'see through her invisibility' later or anything like that. It'd kinda ruin the RP for me. If I wanted characters to know she was born under the shadow, I'd have tattooed 'The Shadow' onto her forehead. I'm her RPer, I could do that if I wanted to. IC: The back of Seraphin's head was a somewhat uninspiring view, but it was better than being seen. She was seated with her hands folded into her lap, her back straight and her feet flat on the ground. She was very pale, seated there, with white-blonde hair semi-obscuring her face and her silver dress strangely still as if she had lost breath. She was like a spectre. Ghosts. Ephemera had met more than her fair share of them. It was, afterall, the job of a maidservant to go down into the darkest parts of the dungeons and collect whatever anient heirloom their master required. She envied their insubstantiality; in fact, she mimicked it. The back of Seraphin's head really was an uninspiring sight. She had been in this room almost as soon as it had started to fill with adventurers, and yet she had spoken to none of them, had not even allowed any of them to glimpse her face. A slight frown curved her lips. Would she ever reveal herself to them? She supposed it would be a necessity, if they were to undertake some 'great task'. Her master had been explicit that she came. It had been a while since she had done any work for Ocato; her master was usually contacted as a last resort in the search for information. But she had certainly done him a favour. A master of sneak wasn't generally useful unless they also thieved or killed people; that is, unless they were also a master of listening. And a maidservant knows how to listen.
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Post by FC4 on Apr 5, 2010 15:03:42 GMT
Selene visibly frowned as the Redguard man she'd just spoken to walked off towards the refreshment table, without introducing himself or even offering so much as a 'thank you' for her response to his question. Yeesh, she thought sourly, furrowing her brow and crossing her arms over her chest. What did Ocato do, go out of his way to gather up the biggest collection of grumps in Tamriel?Slightly offput, she made her way back towards the front of the room, taking a seat across from the elderly, robe clad man that had come in after she had. If nothing else, she expected he couldn't be any colder than Nina had been... "I don't suppose you feel like talking, do you?" she asked the old man, sounding mildly hopeful. "Certainly are the sociable one, aren't you?" Malinus replied to the Paladin's inquiry without looking at her, his eyes locked on the Bosmer and the Khajiit across the room; the same location they had been in since the Khajiit entered. The tenseness of their gazes told him exactly what his experiences had caused him to fear; animosity was high. This would not end well. "Actually, while I would love to talk, m'dear girl, I have a request." Finally he turned to look at the pretty warrior woman, smiling gently. "There is a Bosmer over there, across the room. He's been rather anti-social lately and I think he needs a fellow warrior to talk kind words to him." Malinus chewed and swallowed a bit of pastry. "Elsewise, things might get ugly. I'll address the Khajiit. We want argument to a minimum, yes?" He raised one eyebrow and spread his smile further, before standing and grasping his staff in his left hand. "However, I would indeed enjoy converse with you at a later time, m'lady." Bowing curtly, he moved across the room steadily, noting a small tingle of magic in the air; magic he could not identify and so ignored. Finally, he approached the Khajiit from the side. "Ah, a fellow knowledge seeker. Good to know there are not only swordswingers amongst us." He smiled invitingly, holding out a hand to the Khajiit.
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Post by Elgen on Apr 5, 2010 20:51:23 GMT
Aron was mildly puzzled at this collection of people, all swarming about the place, chatting idly amongst themselves. Hopefully the lot of them would be killed quickly... No, that wasn't very nice. Mildly injured. Enough to get rid of them properly.
He looked to his left and saw a gaunt redguard, one of the few not engaged in some sort of striking conversation. Or trying to get into this Nina woman's pants he thought, as he gave the redguard a polite nod. He looked like he was able to handle himself, not like the rest of the rag tag bunch of beggars/scholars/nobles in the room. Aron had been in too many a tight spot to appreciate the help of someone who couldn't hold their ground in combat. They only ended up worse than no help at all. And was one of the reasons Aron was now one eyed.
"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name, redguard, I'm Aron." he said with a grin, baring more teeth than he planned. "What do you think of our chances of succeeding in anything with this jolly party" he continued, his voice a tad too merry, as if trying to cover up contempt for these people.
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