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Post by Vicorva on Sept 29, 2008 15:47:50 GMT
Nika mentally smacked her forehead. "Of course you are," she said, cursing herself for her idiocy. "Well... I think Zohara said we can eat free at the inn, so maybe you should eat there first and then try and get upstairs." She began to walk away, but paused. After a moment, she turned back to Vant, and added, "Stairs get angry when you chew on them. It might be angry at you if you keep doing that." Her expression was quite serious and her manner reasonable.
Having said that, she headed towards the inn, humming cheerfully.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 29, 2008 16:22:14 GMT
Vantustius rolled his eyes, letting out a small sigh as Nika left. Why, when he acted so cheerful and naive, did people also take it to heart that he somehow also had a disconnection with reality? He knew that stairs weren't alive!
With that thought in mind, he rose from his prone position, albeit shakily, puffed out his chest as much as he could, and began to march away from the stairs, head held high...
Only to pause. What if she wasn't lying? He always believed in the good of people, and she had sounded so serious... She hadn't shown that she was lying at all. What if she just knew something that he didn't? What if he had actually made the stairs angry?
He paused for a moment longer, looking back and forth between where Nika had gone towards the inn, and the stairs. He felt a bit silly for even considering it... But... "Sorry..." He muttered to the stairs, just in case, before dashing off after Nika, the promise of food calling him on.
FOOD!
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Post by Vrek on Oct 1, 2008 4:55:58 GMT
Jarrod flipped through the books pages, trying his best to scan through it. Hi attention slipped, though, whenever someone stumbled, or a sudden emotion burst into him. Pushing his nose into the book, he tried his best to read through the pages; he had spent too many times looking for a way to stop it all, and this was close to his last chance to even learn anything about his unique traits. He mostly hoped he wouldn't find anything here, though. He didn't want to be an Old Blood, that would mean he'd be stuck like this the rest of his life.
Eventually, he found a section that seemed promising. Kasan Empaths... among the first bloodlines... this bloodline is one of many that reads thoughts of others, though in less direct ways... by feeling and reading the other's emotions, make sense of their thoughts... "Yadda yadda yadda..." Descending bloodlines: Makisha, Gora, Aliv'yer...
Shrugging, Jarrod flipped the page listed under Makisha. Vampiric aura... Nope. He tried the next one. Gora... Ability to take on the identity, physical and mental, of another... Not that either.
Aliv'yer... incredible versatility when combined with other bloodlines... can mimic the abilities of any other bloodline at the cost of sharing a direct link to their minds and bodies, feeling their thoughts and pains.... May become inefficient in large groups from lack of focus, and possible illness.... Weakness makes an Aliv'yer unfit for close combat... Formed from a union of Elegua and Kasan during early Yokudan colonization of Hammerfell.
Jarrod closed the book, setting it on the table. Damn. The article seemed to be right on the spot with his problems. It seemed like a bit of a sudden change, from curse to ancient magical bloodline. A rumbled in his stomach broke the bandit from his musings. "Yeah... That's what I need." He said to no one particular. He needed a good meal, and a night's rest, he just needed to sleep on it. Pushing up from his chair, he started to where he believed the inn to be.
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 1, 2008 9:30:27 GMT
Zohara looked over at the slightly-less Frozen Nord, Glaen. She was hoping that the first day was the worst- and that the new members would get into the spirit of things and help her out a little with all the new folk they were likely to get day-by-day...
She headed over to him, moving with poise and grace, but also the driven, compact power of some wild animal. "Is there something wrong?" she asked him. "You seem somewhat better than you were when you first came in." She smiled. "Not going to turn the whole building into an igloo now, at least."
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Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 1, 2008 20:01:53 GMT
Alderin whirled around on the spot, turing to face the door at the sound of being scolded by some upstart Breton brat. His eyes bulged with irritation as he glared through the wood, imagining the smug look of satisfaction she must have been wearing on that face of hers. How could anybody be expected to deal with somebody so pompous!?
"Fuss!?" he called through the door angrily, clenching his fists into golden hued balls of rage. "I haven't uttered so much as a syllable since talking to that scatter-brained clutz of an Imperial!" he roared, assuming she wasn't referring to his conversation with the more shifty Imperial who had shown up. "So just shut yer trap, you self-righteous cow!"
Having vented his frustration, Alderin turned to examine his current living setup. His alchemical equipment was set up neatly and professionally atop a large wooden desk, with his various volumes placed inside the various drawers. All he needed were some tools and material, and his lab would be complete and ready to break the frontiers of magic and science!
That's when the Altmer noticed the grumbling in his stomach, and gave a slight sigh; he supposed he'd have to sample the local cuisine at some point, if it could even be called that. With his luck, and this part of the province, likely the best he'd get is a steaming crock filled with undercooked potatoes and enough beef to choke an Orc. But, genius couldn't run on an empty stomach, either...
With a sigh of resignation, Alderin ventured outside of his newly established room, closing the door behind him, and began towards where he believed the inn might be, expecting to hear an inebriated Bosmer break out into folk song at any moment.
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 2, 2008 16:53:31 GMT
Nika wandered into the inn, and headed for the bar, where a khajiit barman stood polishing glasses.
"So you're a member, then..." he stated. "Food and drinks free. Order it here, or go straight to the kitchen. Don't matter much."
Nika gazed at him curiously, as she did so her eyes unfocusing a little as her mind touched his. He seemed so... normal. "How do you know I'm a member?" she asked, withdrawing and feeling a little dizzy. The accidental mind-touch had been very gentle- she was lucky.
The khajiit chuckled. "I may be a simple 'New Blood', or whatever you folks are calling us normal folks, but I've eyes in my head to see with, ain't I?" he made a sound in his throat that was almost a purr. "You Old Bloods are easy enough to spot- wierd folks, that's what y'all are."
Nika listened to him, fascinated. What an incredibly open and arrogant individual! she thought with pleasure, for she liked him nonetheless. "I'll have venison, if that's all right."
"Always is. Name's Neddlefel, by the way. Call me Ned."
Nika nodded. "Nika," she replied, and headed for her seat. She slid into a seat at an empty table, feeling like the day was looking up. She got free food, at least.
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Post by webster52402 on Oct 2, 2008 20:02:33 GMT
Vantustius winced when he heard his escort ask for venison, trying to keep from speaking up about it. Vantustius himself was a devout vegetarian, believing that if you ate animals, then the animals would be angry at you, making you more likely to be mauled by a bear, or a mountain lion, or something when wandering the countryside.
Vantustius was Veeeeery afraid of bears...
Regardless, Vantustius paced in one spot momentarily, as he thought upon what he wanted to do. Run to the kitchen proper, raid whatever stock of food they may keep on them, and then devour it? Sit down with Nika, who had led him here? Hope that they delivered food to him on time to keep himself from possibly eating one of the candles that sat upon the tables here? What would be the proper thing to do?
Vantustius' tongue slowly slid from between his lips to poke out thoughtfully, as he raised his right hand, placing his index finger just against his bottom lip. This was pretty much his trademark 'I'm-thinking-deeply-on-a-problem-that-normally-would-take-others-three-seconds-to-decide-upon' pose. And indeed, it took him a full fifteen seconds before he finally managed to decide what he wanted to do.
Happy at his decision on the social matters at an inn, he plopped down beside Nika, braced his elbows against the table, and chirruped his order cheerfully. "A bowl of apples, please! Oh, oh, oh! And... Um..." His face pulled up again into his 'thinking' face, as he pondered on what he wanted. "F... Flum... Fleck..." He muttered, apparently forgetting the simple word. "Flin! Yes, flin! Please." He beamed happily at the khajit, before rolling his head towards Nika, his beaming smile still plastered on his face.
"Hiya! Thanks for bringing me here." He said cheerfully, before his face collapsed again into thoughtfulness. "Um... I don't remember things so well... Have I ever introduced myself?"
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Post by FC4 on Oct 2, 2008 22:07:50 GMT
Zohara looked over at the slightly-less Frozen Nord, Glaen. She was hoping that the first day was the worst- and that the new members would get into the spirit of things and help her out a little with all the new folk they were likely to get day-by-day... She headed over to him, moving with poise and grace, but also the driven, compact power of some wild animal. "Is there something wrong?" she asked him. "You seem somewhat better than you were when you first came in." She smiled. "Not going to turn the whole building into an igloo now, at least." Glaen didn't return the smile, which was usual for him to say the least. It'd have to make him exceptionally happy, or he'd have to be in an exceptionally emotional state. But typically... typically he did look like something was wrong. It came with the withdrawn, cold, emotionally challenged look. "I'm deeply sorry about that." He apologized, not unfolding his arms from his chest. "I have cooled down enough to dim the power, apparently." For a brief moment his crystalline eyes took on a gaze of worry, but then it was gone. "I came to ask you for help. I want to learn to control the power. I do not enjoy being confined indoors, but I am forced to now because being outside will cause it to surge again. I've been in the vast expanses of cold plains my entire life. I am not comfortable with Imperial walls."
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Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 5, 2008 5:04:55 GMT
As Alderin deftly made his way down the stairs, and towards the inn attached to the manor, he took note of the walking glacier of a Nord speaking to their Redguard patron. Damn beast won't be satisfied until we're all rubbing elbows with a host of Frost Atronachs, he thought sourly to himself. Just as he began thinking of his most potent frost shield spell, however, he noticed that the air around the Nord wasn't cold...or, at least not as cold as it had been. Good; at least he wasn't going to have to spend his time looking for winter clothing whilst in southern Cyrodiil.
He stepped into the inn, and after briefly scanning the room, noticed the young Breton woman and her Imperial cohort seated at the bar. He hesitated for a moment, before giving an inward sigh of resignation; if he was going to be spending any prolonged amount of time with these people, he supposed it might be benificial to get to know them. Maybe. He made his way to the bar, and seated himself next to the Imperial, resting his hands on the counter.
He turned to the Khajiit behind the counter, thrumming his long, elegant fingers on the surface beneath them. "I'll take the baked crab meat, with a small salad," he ordered, before quickly casting a sceptical glare at the feline. "And remember, if I find so much as a thimble of sugar, skooma or whatever the hell it is you furballs use, you're going to be finding yourself getting very chummy with the local criminals," he warned. The Khajiit cast a fierce glare at the Altmer, before going back to his task.
Alderin now turned his attention to the Imperial and the Breton, and realized he hadn't so much as learned their names, nor they his. "I...don't believe we've had the pleasure of introducing ourselves," he explained, his tone more than a little forced. "I am Alderin Megdar, but you may call me Alderin." He remembered what the two of them had said about smiling, and fought back the urge to cringe...but he knew that it may very well help.
Slowly, with a great deal of visible effort, the golden hued skin around the Altmer's mouth slowly pulled back, revealing a rather strained and unnatural looking smile, the Elf's clenched teeth slowing slightly; smiling had often been a low priority for the mage. "So...what is it you two...do?" he asked, doing his best to feign interest.
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 5, 2008 13:59:46 GMT
Nika could clearly see the complete falsity of Alderin's behaviour, but it just made her like him more. Annoying as he was, the altmer was certainly good entertainment value.
She fully intended to have more fun with him, though. "I train poor liar's in social skills," she commented, which was perfectly true, but which was also more jokes at the altmer's expense.
"And I'm Nikita Tam," she added more soberly. "But folks call me Nika."
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Zohara was just about to respond to the Nord, when she noted the young man who had been stood staring at her for quite a while. "I'll be with you in a moment; or are you just enjoying the show?" she commented to him. She looked at Glaen. "The library provides books on various bloodlines, and can advise training. I've got a feeling I know what you are though: there aren't many bloodlines that have such perfect links to their races. I'm betting you're one of the originals." She paused, and added, "I can direct you to the right book, if you like."
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Post by FC4 on Oct 5, 2008 15:18:47 GMT
Glaen looked to the young boy briefly as Zohara commented to the lad, then looked back to her when she addressed him. In his mind Glaen cringed, but outwardly he simply stared at Zohara for a moment, blank.
"I can't read." He admitted after a moment, crystalline eyes not wavering from her. After another silent pause he explained. "The tribes of Skyrim pass on their knowledge through sagas and folk lore, fireside tales and word of mouth. I had to get the flier read to me by a man in Bruma so I could find my way here, and one of the members who hasn't told me her name, signed the book for me."
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Post by adeth on Oct 5, 2008 16:23:08 GMT
Adeth had been tapping his foot against the floor while this guildmasterperson was talking to some pale and cold nord. His nervousness had turned into impatience and was actually looking a bit annoyed. 'Yeah, Im always enjoying the show.' He replied a bit annoyed but then, he didn't maintain it for long after getting a response.
As the nord told Zohara that he couldn't read Adeth let out a short laugh and just took a step back to look around and check if the mask was well placed inside his coat still. Looking around for books on the shelves, he had actually never seen this many books and nodded to himself.
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Post by webster52402 on Oct 5, 2008 20:05:12 GMT
OOC: *Slice* Silence, you. IC: Vantustius spun on his chair, happily grinning to the Altmer beside him, forgetting entirely the man's bitterness earlier. "Vantustius Crunus, nice to meetcha!" He said cheerfully, throwing his hand up to extend it into a shaking position with enough force that he nearly knocked the flin that the Khajit had returned with out of the poor guy's hand. The Khajit took a reflexive step back, twisting his wrist this way and that to prevent himself losing the drink, though Vantustius didn't notice a thing. He just remained happily with his hand out, as though expecting the Altmer to forget just as quickly, and give him a handshake. Until it hit him that the Altmer had actually asked him a question as well, and his hand snapped back, just in time for the Khajit's second attempt to put the glass down in front of him. This time, the glass was hit from the other end, nearly making the Khajit lose control a second time. Growling, the Khajit caught himself again, quickly setting the glass down before Van could move again. "What do I do?" He asked, looking thoughtful. He pondered on this for a few seconds, ignoring the glass chilling by his arm. That was actually a very good question. He didn't really DO anything... "I grow things." He said simply, shrugging. At this point, he noted that his drink was there, and with a happy little "YAY!" That became a gulp before it was even through, he snatched the glass up, tilted it to his lips, and proceeded to start draining the glass as though he had been wandering through the Hammerfell deserts for a hundred years.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 10, 2008 23:51:49 GMT
Alderin's rather painful display of forced mirth dropped the second Nika finished her statement, the Altmer's natural, comparatively more wary and disdained expression immediately taking its place. At the very least, he wasn't going to have to put on a perpetual show and dance for these people, which was a relatively comforting thought.
There was still the matter of trying to actually live alongside them, however...
He then glanced over at the young Imperial man, Vantustius, who was in the process of downing a glass of flin as though he'd mistaken it for a brain tonic. "The only thing you appear to be growing at the moment is an inflamed liver," the Elf remarked rather nonchalantly. "Though I'll assume you were referring to botanical reagents, which should prove rather useful in any future alchemical procedures I'll be performing," he added with a slight sense of satisfaction. Whether or not Van would appreciate his tenderly cared for plants being ground into dust so the Altmer could boil them down, however, never crossed Alderin's mind.
Alderin turned back to Nika now, and gave a slight nod to the Breton. "Well then, Nika," he began as the Khajiit returned with his meal. "Vantastius. What, might I ask, brings the two of you to this guild?"
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 14, 2008 14:35:27 GMT
Zohara looked at Adeth with a look of distaste. "I didn't learn how to read until I was twenty years of age. Hold your tongue, or I'll cut it off." The threat sounded particularly frightening- Zohara was a vicious woman.
She looked at Glaen. "If you cannot read, then I am sure the other members will help you. I will try to as well, although I think it will have to wait until tomorrow: I am very busy." She sighed, and added, "I provide training for old bloods, amongst other things, to control their powers. I am sure I can help you, though it will be hard work."
She gestured towards the dining hall. "Perhaps you would like something to eat? I think many of the others have gone in for food. I need to deal with our young friend here. All food and drink is free for you, Glaen."
She turned to Adeth. "What is your name, then, and what brings you here?" she asked him. She seemed softer now than she did when she had been scolding him: far less threatening.
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Nika leaned back in her seat comfortably. What brought her here? Could she say? No reason not to... she thought. "I'm suspicious of it, mostly," she said. "I guess I'm here to work out what it's all about. But actually..." she thought of the wierd head pains and sort of 'mind connections' she kept having with others. "Actually, I think there might be something in that whole ' old blood' business. Some wierd shit keeps happening to me, I can tell you.,.."
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