Brianna

"Yes!, that would be like the old days, you and me going out doing things together. I'll just get my things ready and we can go now....I'll prepare some food so we can have a picnic on the way"

She sang as she went inside to prepare for the trip, so what food to bring? She took her biggest satchel and put in some bread, cheese, vegetables and a bottle of comberry juice. She thought about bringing a bottle of brandy as well, and decided to do it. Then they needed a couple of blankets, in case they had to spend the night outside or if there would be a chilly evening.

Naturally the plan wasn't to spend days out there, but her gut-feeling told her to be prepared....

She went over to Rahvin where he was standing preparing his gear and hugged him from behind....

He used to be very angry when someone sneaked up on him, she remembered once , long ago, when she was almost killed doing just what she was doing now, but she was convinced he'd be more patient now

"Rahvin", she whispered, her cheek tight to his back, "Are you ready, love?" She pressed herself tight to his back

Indor

The couple seemed unaware of him as he approached but when he got closer the dunmer looked up. The woman followed his gaze and also looked at Indor. The startling green of the woman’s eyes made him pause momentarily. He remembered himself just quickly enough and bowed deeply.

“My lord and lady,” he said, “I have a preposition which may be of interest to those such as yourselves on the council.” In truth he’d never seen to dunmer man before but it wouldn’t hurt to scrape a little. “I hope this is not too great an imposition?”

Rahvin

"Almost," he answered, glad to have Brianna's company, "Just a few more to go."

He was standing in front of his workbench, inspecting the last of the arrows he had just fletched. After sliding the final arrow into his quiver, Rahvin turned around and pulled his wife close to kiss her. In that moment, just like many others he shared with Brianna, he realized that she was everything good in his life. He also thought of how close he had come to killing this amazing woman. But that was a long time ago, and he was no longer that same soulless assassin.

"Now I'm ready," he said, slinging his bow and quiver over his shoulder. It wasn't that he expected trouble, he merely wanted to be able to bring home some meat if the opportunity presented itself. That was what he told himself, at least. In reality, he doubted that he would be able to take his attention away from Brianna long enough to do any hunting.



Rann

Rann was slightly annoyed at the interruption, but his agitation turned to amusement when he heard himself addressed as 'lord'.

"Though you may want to refer to her as Lady Dalrus, you can just call me Rann," he said, offering the dunmer a handshake, "And you are?"

Brianna

The sun was shining as they exited the house. Brianna stopped at the porch just viewing the surroundings for a while. She could feel Rahvin standing so close to her, that made her shiver a little. She took his hand.

"So shall we?" she smiled and took a few dancing steps down the road. " If you like we could go to town first and have a look at the place? Or do you find it better to take the horses?"

Indor

The dunmer who had called himself Rann had a firm handshake.

“My name is Indor Varyon, I am a travelling scholar and alchemist,” said Indor. He took a breath but continued before Rann could reply, “Currently I am studying some remarkable properties of Alyeid stones – I have my notes with me if you are interested – but my funds are becoming depleted so I am looking for sponsors, or any work nobles like yourselves may have to offer an academic such as myself.” He bowed again for good measure though the dunmer offering his first name had confused Indor, most unlike the higher echelons of society.

Rahvin

"We can go into town first," he said, starting in that direction, "I do want to see it."

OOC: Issac and Satyana are in town right? Might as well meet up with them, I guess.

OOC: Yes they should be in town, just visited the Countess, so they might be in the old favourite establishment....Lokken Tavern and chatting with Ragnar!. So Satyana could tell them about her condition!

Brianna

"Ahh good" They were off. The walk into town didn't take long, and soon they reached the gates. The sun was really burning and Brianna had developed a slight headache.

"Why don't we go for a drink ? This heat is killing me. Lokken would be good, our place is pretty near, we can have a drink before we go there"

Brianna put her hand on her forehead, it really started to hurt now...

Rahvin

"You want me drunk so I'll agree to buying this place!" he accused jokingly, "It's in shambles, isn't it?"

They had a bit of a laugh as they headed for the tavern. The bar was full, and Ragnar seemed busy, so they sat down at a table in the far corner of the room. They ordered their drinks, and the barmaid rushed off to fill their order.

"Are you okay?" he asked, after he noticed that Brianna seemed to be putting her hand on her head an awful lot.

Brianna

She was in a joyful mood despite the terrible headache, Rahvin was joking with her and she liked that very much, he needed to have fun and he needed to show it....she smiled ; he was joking about her getting him drunk so he wouldn't object to buy the place she'd found.....well there was a bit of truth in that joke really....

"Ah I'll probably be ok, there's not much a nice brandy can't cure, but I've had a bit of headache lately, mostly in mid day....might be the heat or something"

She sighed and emptied her glass

"Well we could have another one of these....." she giggled "So you will se the beauty of the place I'd like to have!"

Saying this she burst out in laughter "Oh dear dear Rahvin, don't look so scared, it's not that bad"

But almost, there's a lot of work to do before we'll get it in order....Now that's one part of it, we will be able to do something together, some practical work...I'd love that sweetie

Rann

Since Rann doubted that his remaining twenty-four septims were what Indor was referring to when he spoke of research funds, he decided to be silent for now and let Dalrus answer.

Just as she opened her mouth as if to speak, a young imperial messenger came running in their direction.

"Archmage!" he yelled from a distance, "Lady Varus!"

When he finally approached, he gave both Rann and Indor a strange look, as if wondering how they could ever belong in such company. He whispered something in Dalrus' ear, and her face put on a grim expression. She pulled Rann off to the side, and it was obvious that they were having a serious conversation. Dalrus and the messenger hurried away after that, leaving Rann and Indor alone.

"Well, it looks like it's just me and you, now," he said, "Something came up over at the mages' guild. Some Telvanni Councilor or other decided to show up for a surprise visit and plans to stay a while."

OOC: I'm tried to control Dalrus as little as possible, but I had to a little bit. At least I avoided actual dialogue.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Jun 27 2008, 06:44 PM

Indor

Indor watched the Imperial messenger hurried off with the archmage. “Telvanni,” he muttered under his breath, “Swits…” he stopped realising not everyone agreed and hoping he hadn’t been heard.

“Well sir… sorry, Rann… are you interested in any alchemical or academic services I may be able to offer.” Indor eyed Rann’s weapons, “I doubt you are a scholar of the ancients though I could be wrong.”

And who are you? he wandered, Cheap clothes but with the archmage.

Rann

"I'm no scholar," he admitted, "But I do dabble," he added with a smirk.

He had often considered doing his own research independent of Altair's, not because of any trust issue, but because he felt that the more brains that were working to figure out his "condition," the better. He wouldn't bring this up to Indor, though, at least not before he really knew this mer. Independent scholars such as this one, though, were often the best. Instead of gaining knowledge solely from books and scrolls and other experts, they had firsthand experience.

"I can't pay you," he said, "But I'll work for you if you work for me in exchange."

Indor

Indor raised an eyebrow. “Currently I am researching certain stones left by the Ayleid’s. Truly fascinating properties…” He grimaced slightly and rubbed at his bandaged hand, “Quite exceptional.” He stopped well aware of how dull his studies often seemed.

“Tell me what is it you ‘dabble’ in? Is the work you propose related?” He had a good feeling: Rann didn’t look like most dabblers. They were normally nobles who read the odd book to look clever or fantasists who wanted to find some hidden secret or treasure from a fairy story. He would have put money on Rann being neither.

Rann

"I just happen to have a vested interest in a solving an old mystery, and I since I'm no magickal or historical expert, I try to get all the help I can. Unfortunately not all help is trustworthy. But that isn't the point. Listen, I'm leaving to go to Chorrol tomorrow, and I know that the Alyeid ruin Lindai is on the way. If you wanted to study those ruins, I can help clear them out so you can get a good look."

He pulled his counpouch off his belt and looked inside.

"I'll throw in drinks too."

Indor

Indor struggled to keep his jaw from dropping. The Dunmer was either seriously good or seriously insane. When he’d approached the fighters guild about protection in a ruin he’d had to sit down after they told him what it would cost to hire enough men. Now he had an offer to poke around one as much as he wanted. Had he been of the disposition he would have wandered whether he was dreaming.

“That sounds quite acceptable,” he said trying to keep his excitement from showing, “Indeed it should greatly further my research, a deal then. Now about those drinks?”

Rann

"I'll pack them," he replied, "Just meet me tomorrow morning at eight at the stables just outside the gate."

OCC: Sorry, I've been a little distracted of late, I'll move Issac and 'Tyana forward.

Issac, Chorrol

For awhile they just walked Chorrol's streets, greeting many of the townspeople they knew and alternately conversing as they walked. Issac hadn't been paying attention to the sky so it came as a surprise when the clouds above began raining.

Before he or Satyana could get soaked, he threw up a weak shield sphere to keep them dry. The rain began to pour, and Issac looked to Satyana. "So, where do you want to go now?"

Indor

Indor’s mind buzzed as he walked back towards the waterfront. One good look at the ruin could reveal so much, and offer a chance to get more stones to study. He was slightly tempted to go into The New Float but he hadn’t the money. He smiled, he might be abandoning his home but at least he wasn’t going to give them their rent.

The smile evaporated as he passed behind the Imperial Trading Company. The door of his house hung like a wilted leaf from one hinge. A couple of other houses had suffered similarly - other houses the bailiff had visited. Indor ignored them and ran into his.

The ground outside was stained with mangled ingredients and broken bottles. Inside was bare. What they couldn’t sell smouldered in the fire. They had even lifted some floorboards in their search. “Fetchers,” he growled trying to conjure a fireball to destroy their shack. The resultant wisp of flame barley marked the wall. He swore again and sat trying to calm his mind.

It was full dark when he left though the broken window. He wasn’t sure if anyone was watching. If they were they might miss him. When the first debt collectors had come he had stashed his only valuables in a wax cotton bag under a stone down the coast. He kept to the shadows on his way there. The mortar and pestle - considerably better than mages guild standard issue - staff and other oddments he’d left there were as they had been.

For a moment he pondered what having readied this said about him but he put it aside for later and started towards the stable looking for a place to spend the night.

Satyana

" Ahhh it's pouring down! I'm totally wet, let's go to Lokken Tavern, it's just around the corner" Satyana took Issac's hand and dragged him along down the street. At the corner she turned and there it was! Lokken Ravern with its welcoming lantern outside

Satyana and Issac hurried to the door and entered....

Brianna

After she emptied her third Brandy she was very happy and content. Life was wonderful, she was sitting in a warm cozy Inn with the love of her life. She leaned her head against Rahvin's shoulder, closing her eyes and....was very happy. The smile on her lips said it all...

OCC: Rahvin can spot Issac and Satyana. I don't want Dantrag to miss the reunion.

Issac

He glanced around the tavern, seeing it was mostly full. "Well, we're out of the rain." Issac ran a hand up and down Satyana's back and both sleeves. Heated from a weak use of fire, the touch got rid of the dampness, mostly.
After drying himself off in the same way, the Altmer scanned the tavern again for empty tables.