Turdas, 7:47 AM, 11th of Evening Star, 4E 201
Days Passed:: 116
"By Kynareth it is COLD out here!"
Lord Haaf-Mersey and his traveling partner Marcurio leave the walls of the College of Winterhold. Outside, it is typically windy and cold. The sun initially shines, but as the pair walk across the dangerous bridge down to the village (what's left of it anyways), the snow suddenly starts.
"Ahhh cannot wait till we maketh our way back to Falkreath. To Lakeview".
Marcurio says nothing. He's a Riftenite, of course, and an Imperial to boot. Perhaps he's too cold for words. Haaf-Mersey is mostly Breton, but also partially a Nord. The cold doesn't bother him to the point of wordlessness but it
does bother him!
Weeks ago, Haaf-Mersey lent
Rahgot to Marcurio, which is an ancient mask of heavy armor that also increases
Stamina. The wizard immediately fell in love with the green mask, and has been wearing it often, especially out here in the wilds.
"I have many important things on my mind. Your concerns are not any of them", says the College's resident Thalmor agent contrarily.
"I did not asketh thee, now did I?", says the Crusader from Cyrodiil.
He cannot wait to be out of Winterhold. Place doesn't even have a house of worship. Of course, it had been mostly destroyed at some point but even in the College itself, he expected to find some sort of idol devoted to Julianos: the member of the Nine most revered by magic-users. But this was not the case.
"I have a lot of respect for the Restoration school", says a guard. "Skyrim could use more healers".
"Why...I thanketh thee. Finally, a man with some sense in his head".
Before leaving Winterhold, Haaf-Mersey makes an expensive purchase at the goods shop: and buys a
Necklace fo Recuperation, which regenerates
Stamina at a 20% faster rate; just the thing he'll need when power-attacking a group of enemies. It is expensive at just over 1,100 gold, but he has more than enough to afford this piece, and he hopes his money will go towards helping this dreadful hamlet 'recuperate' itself in some way.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=11:50 AM"I YIELD I YIELD!"
The snow continues to fall down hard. Haaf-Mersey spies what looks to be a cat-person being attacked by a couple of snow wolves. He runs towards them, and downs one of the wolves while Marcurio takes care of the other with a blast of
chain lightning.
"Are you okay, Khajiit? I shall heal thee with mine spells, if you wish."
"M'aiq once walked to High Hrothgaar*. Sooo many steps. He lost count!"
*
yea I know it's misspelled!
It is a cat-person, but also something of a sage, as well.
"What speaketh thee, Khajiit? Many steps?" but the cat-person changes the subject....
"M'aiq can travel fast across the land. Some lazy types take carriages. It is all the same to M'aiq", the cat says, shrugging.
"Sometimes, it is more convenient to take a carriage. What speakth thee of steps, though?" but the cat-person (obviously named M'aiq) changes the subject again. Apparently, his sagely words are like morsels given out one at a time, for the listener to pore upon and savor....
"Once M'aiq got in trouble in Riften, and fled to Windhelm. It is good that nobody there cared".
Puzzled, Haaf-Mersey looked over to his partner, who merely shrugged.
"M'aiq is tired now. Go bother somebody else", says the mysterious cat-man.
Okay. Lord Haaf-Mersey walks off, still wondering what the sage had mentioned about "many steps". What does this
mean?
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=8:46 PMIt is now dark outside, and the icy forest is dangerous. Haaf-Mersey and his wizard partner have encountered several wolves, giant spiders, and a couple of ice wraiths. The wraiths nearly killed Haaf-Mersey. He shudders to think what would have happened, had he been out of healing potions at that moment, and had Marcurio not been there at his back. The man is annoying, but
very necessary out here.
The pair now come to a dark structure, probably a fort. The Crusader from Cyrodiil casts a
Detect Life spell, and sees one red figure standing guard.
"'Tis a group of enemies", he tells his partner. "I can see but one of them up ahead".
"Divines smile on you, friend", Marcurio answers. He seems to relish the thought of enemies ahead.
"We shalt take them not by surprise, but by our wits. They shall quake in the name of mighty Talos".
"Lead on".
"I AM LORD HAAF-MERSEY, CRUSADER FROM CYRODIIL", he calls out. "GIVE UP THINE UNHOLY WAYS, AND GIVE IN TO THE NINE!"
He casts a
Shield spell for extra protection, a
Candlelight spell to light his path, then he walks calmly forward, blade still sheathed.
9:00 PMHe receives no answer, so walks boldly towards the fort's entryway. Once he is there, he can see that the road goes directly through this fort, which means it is necessary to travel this way, anyways. He will spare the lives of any enemies who dwell within, if they let him walk the road in peace.
"That's close enough" a lady's voice calls from somewhere.
"I shall decide that, mi'lady".
"I'm warning you, BACK OFF!" she warns.
"You warneth
me? In the name of mighty Talos, I am the one who warneth
thee!" Haaf-Mersey has just enough time to see that there is a road sign right in the middle of this fort. He looks to see if he's still going in the right direction (towards Dawnstar) but before he can make out the sign, Marcurio gets spooked, and raises his arms to prepare one of his spells.
"Time to end this little game!" the Nord woman decides.
The battle lasts mintues. Marcurio handles most of the ensuing madness, killing off bandit by bandit with his
chain lightning spells. After it is all over, Haaf-Mersey decides he's going to go inside what looks to be a small house on the fort's property.
"You wait out here. I shalt take these enemies in my own way, and call if I need thine help".
"Don't make me wait too long", Marcurio cautions. "I get bored very quickly".
"I shall keepeth as such in mind".
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=10:27 PM"....thought I heard something".
There are two bandits in here, both quickly fall to the calling of The Nine. In the cottage's lower floor, Haaf-Mersey is irritated to find these bandits have apparently murdered the place's owner. He's still lying upon the bed. Perhaps he had been this place's roadkeeper, peacefully living and keeping the place free of wolves. And
now look what happened to him.
"Murdering BASTARDS! They shall pay!"
Haaf-Mersey goes into the rest of the fort, taking down enemy after enemy, sending them off to their afterlives in Oblivion's planes, perhaps. Haaf-Mersey and Marcurio have no other choice, really. Not only are they murdering bastards, but there is also nowhere to sleep in the cottage; not with blood all over its bed. The pair of adventurers must make their
own beds, then.
This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Nov 25 2012, 02:55 AM