Arygon looked over at everyone gathered at the fire, from the noble Gormmund, the 'Lady' Brianna, and the shaking vampire... wait shaking? "Need to feed friend?" Arygon was concerened about the vamp if the urges got too strong it wouldn't be a 'sip' of blood it'd probably be a killing frenzy.

Sadril, fiery pit of doom

"None from you, thanks," Sadril replied flatly. After all, Arygon apparently was an ex-vampire, and vampire blood was not among Sadril's favorites and he assumed an ex-vamp's would be the same. Especially when there were better contenders around...

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(OOC: Don't event think about it, Shogun! Oh, and good job darkhunter, you just made Arygon feel like carp. Wait a minute, I think Arygon just pulled that woolen coat out of his rear-end as well.)

Thiras, Being an idiot

Thiras looked with distaste at the valuables that had just been literally dumped on his head.

"Well," he muttered to himself after a moment, tempted to chuck one of them towards Arygons head and see the effect, "Might as well go see whats going on." He waited several more moments before strolling over to the fire, but he didn't sit near them. For several reasons, 1) he'd just assaulted about a third of the group within the last day or so, and 2) One of them looked very uncomfortable, maybe even hostile.

He sat several feet behind the group, fiddling with his dagger as he stared on.

Deagan, Campfire

Deagan moved closer to the campfire that had been started and sat on a log near the place where Brianna was seated. He quickly drank from a jug of mead, trying to get as drunk as possible.

"Stories? There was this one time that me and Esethir..." He started but trailed off and stared at the ground

Where is he anyways...hope he's doing well...

He took a short drink from a large bottle of ale he'd taken from the nearby cave and held it out to the girl beside him.

"Here have some of this miss." He said to Brianna

OOC: She'd better not drink with a kid on the way. You might wanna just pass the bottle on and not engage in conversation with him since I might not be on for a while.

Sadril

Sadril reached over and snatched the bottle right from in front of Brianna before she had a chance to take any, and took several large swigs from it hoping to steady himself somewhat. He could perhaps go a little longer without feeding but he still felt the effects wearing on him. "I've got a story to tell ya," he said, now intoxicated (he's a lightweight, it won't take much )

"There was once a Bosmer in south Vvafendeller or whatever the name of that ash pit is. Asked me if I had seen 'is ring lying around or somethin. Blaming them racist imperial guards for takin it. But boy, I tell yah that little elf made me so mad. So anyway, I was travelling down the Golden road," he went on, taking another sip of the ale, then handing back to Brianna to see if she wanted any, "And I got to thinkin, Bosmer ain't no good in a fist fight..." his story clearly was going nowhere as Sadril again began showing his more upbeat side.

Arygon stared at the vamp, the man was a lightwieght. "Here lemme get you something thats more suitable..." Arygon walked back into his cave and went rummaging through the barrels of alcohol, until finally he found what he was looking for. He took the bottle out, brought it to the vamp, and gave it to him. "Here ya go, Blood of the Quarra Masters, dunno how good it is, didn't really want to find out..."

Flint Ironwood, campfire

Flint listened to the story with an amused grin. The vampire was clearly drunk. Arygon handed him a bottle of blood, or at least that's what the thief claimed it was.
"That guy sure's got everything." Flint thought as he carefully sharpened the edge of his blade.
Finally, he was done and sheathed his sword again.
,,Now I'm thirsty. Mind if I take a sip?" He said and grabbed the bottle of alcohol out of Sadril's hands.
,,Now this is the good life." He grinned and wiped of his mouth.

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Brianna, by the fire




Brianna gave Arygon a faint smile, the coat was warm and she appreciated the gesture

"Thank you" she said to him


As Deagan offered her the bottle she shook her head, still smiling, however how thirsty she might be, this was not the kind of beverage for her condition. She gently stroke herself on the stomach...



Brianna smiled, the vampire, Sadril snatched the bottle from under her nose, drank from it..the he haded it back to her.....

Again she shook her head

"No thank you....you drink it!"

She enjoyde the story....and wondered if she should tell the story of her and Jadier..but decided not to....not now anyway..

Deagan, campfire

Deagan felt odd and even guilty about sitting near Brianna, he'd killed Jadier and even if she had no idea, it bothered him badly. He did what he always did, drowned his problems in liquor.

He took the bottle back and gulped down a bit more, slightly dizzy now. He laughed at Sadril's story and thought of one of his own.

"One time me and Esethir were supposed to...steal some shoddy golden goblet from a noble...so we found the place and broke in, searching everywhere for the damn thing...by the time we realized that we were in a guard barracks...the cook hit me in the head with a pot and just kept hitting me...Esethir had to pull im off me...strangely, in a guard full of barracks'....errr....a barracks full of guards....we still managed to get away." Deagan laughed for a moment as he thought back

He scratched his chin and stared into the blurry fire with a slight smile still on his face.

OOC: Couldn't resist sharing a drunken story.

Edit:Sorry, forgot to use posting rule...

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Esethir, North of Winterhold

Esethir mumbled the incantation for a light spell as he broke from the midst of the densely packed forest just North of Winterhold. The horizon spread out afore him - the sea's icy waters overwhelming the humble Altmer. He smiled, bowing to nature's power then walked forwards to the shoreline.

The light spell barely managed to pierce through inkly black of the waters beneath his feet - but provided enough light to the spherical portal 50 yards ahead in teh waters.

The mage stripped naked, his excitement and anticipation overriding any physical senses of the cold air piercing his feeble frame. Esethir stepped forwards, releasing his breath as he sank past the sheer drop to the bottom of the sea. Ice clung to his body and covered the Altmer in inches of frozen glass.

He should be dead - but he was no longer Esethir from the second he reached the cliff edge.

He floated forwards by sheer thoughts and entered the enticing portal - the world rushing in behind him as he was scooped inside.

From here on in he was not Esethir - He was a God's pupppet.

(He will not be overpowered in any way when he returns, do not worry.)

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Arygon laughed at Deagan's story, a drunk one it may be but it was at least a little funny. Arygon decided not to tell any of his many tales, as most of them would have noble Grommund there chopping his head off screaming something about honour. Arygon finished his bottle of flin when, by odd chance, the log he was sitting on rolled backward. He landed in the snow, still smiling. "Hey, Flint wanna see something interesting?" Arygon stood, ready to go into his cave if the anwser was yes...

Flint Ironwood, campfire.

Flint looked up. He'd been listening to the stories with a big amused grin on his face. He really would prefer to stay and listen to what else might come. On the other hand, Arygon was full of surprises and Flint had always had a problem with controlling his curiosity.
,,Sure, I'm right behind you." He said and got up.

Rahvin

Rahvin sat on the same rock, a good distance away from the fire. He didn't want to be around anyone; he needed to figure out what to do with himself. No doubt with news of Agnar's death, the guards would soon be after him to try to cover up their actions. If Agnar was even dead. And he definately didn't want a drink. He needed to stay in control of his actions at least, since he couldn't control his own life.

With a sigh, he looked at the coat laying beside him and decided to get up and give it back to Brianna, but Arygon gave her his own. Then he decided to keep the coat a little longer; if he gave Brianna her coat back, she would return Arygon's.

I hope the bastarde freezes.

Deagan, Campfire

Deagan stumbled away from the fire and tripped, landing beside Rahvin. Rather than getting up he stayed face first in the snow, it was cold and wet but he couldn't stand. He used his arms to push himself into a sitting position and put his back up to the rock beside Rahvin.

"Whats next for you Rahvin? I trust you don't plan on returning to the prison..." he paused for a moment and then continued,

"They will hunt us you know...if Agnar is dead. They will cover up his involvement with us and the death of Jadier...he will be powerful even in death." Deagan said, looking up at Rahvin

"If he truly is dead..." Deagan said plainly

He rested his head on the rock beside him, dizzy because of the alcohol, wondering if Agnar was in fact dead...an important question had arisen.

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Arygon lead Flint to a pile of Dwemer Cylinders, "Take about three and carry them out to the fire, but be careful with them, can't have them cracked before hand." Arygon grabbed three himself and walked out to the fire and lined them up, waiting for Flint before showing what the surpirse was...

Flint Ironwood, one curious little fellow in the snow.

Flint sniffed at the cylinders. They smelt odd. Would it be even safe? With Arygon, you never knew. But then, he hadn't exactly doing the safe things lately. Flint followed Arygon and put the cylinders down in the same pattern as Arygon.

Brianna, camp-fire

Brianna sat cuddled up in Arygon´s coat....coat? She gave Rahvin her own...now that reminded her of .....

"I wonder how he´s doing, and I wonder even more why I don´t hate him, he was after all chasing my Jadier, but did he kill him? And Agnar, she had heard some talk among the assassins that he also was dead....too many questions...arrr"

Brianna sighed and crept further into the coat...

Sadrol took the bottle and eyed it and Arygon suspiciously. Slowly, he tasted the liquid. "Bah! It's blood alright, bitter though," he said with a distasteful look on his face. Regardless, he downed the rest of it if only for the sake, and safety, of the others.

Sadril saw Deagon sit next to Rahvin and he considered joining them, but decidied it best not to. Rather not raise suspicion. After all, he had the assassins believing he was an informant for Agnar, and his cover story was being an informant for Jadier; while he had everyone else actually thinking he was an informant for Jadier.

Question is, which is true?

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Arygon turned when Flint put down the second three cylinders, "Could everyone move back please? This will be more than a little dangerous for those close to it..." Arygon waited, and everyone moved back some. He tossed the cylinders into the fire, and as the compressed air built up, he used a stick to unscrew the bottoms a little. The bottoms blew into the ground launching multicolured sparks, and the top halves, into the air creating bright streamers of fire.

OOC: Flint may have Air Conditioning/Heating but Arygon's got Fireworks

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Flint Ironwood, the snow!

Flint looked up at the beautiful sight.
,,Wow, did you fill those things with Fireball scrolls or did you make some sort of explosive potion? I remember that I had a potion once blow up in my face. I was still young at the time though." He muttered.