Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


Dalrus came woke up up from her nap early in the afternoon. She had been exausted because at about one a group of nords came in ordering a ton of drinks. She walked down stairs and was greeted by a big hug, of course Ragnar.

"Enjoy your sleep?" he asked laughingly and kissing her on the head like a father might do.

"Very much so, though i could have used another three days after having to throw all those nords out" she smiled. Her hair was frizzy fom sleeping on the very soft pillows at the Lokken so she tied it up into a messy pony tail/bun. Her smooth unblemished skin was tan, unusual for it had not been sunny for a long time. She was not very average for an imperial, unusually beautiful and exotic, it was of course the dunmer pigment along with her majority imperial heritage. This made the perfect tan. Customers often enjoyed coming into the bar, men for obvious reasons, and Dalrus had gotten used to being hit on. It was almost a joke with her and Ragnar.

Ragnar had taken her in when she had no money or expirience working. She had been working for nearly a year now and the nice tavern owner had given her a room down stairs all to herself. He was the father-like figure she had never had, her father had never been good to her.

"There you go" she said handing a small bosmer his drink.

"Th..thanks miss" he said trying to keep his eyes away from her chest. She rolled her eyes and smiled to herself as she walked to the back to get some more comberry brandy. She walked past Ragnar on his way to the front with some freshly made bread.

"Oh i forgot to ask you" she said suddenly stopping on her way to the back. "Have you seen Satyana, i wanted to ask her if she was doing anything this sundas" Dalrus said to Ragnar

"Why yes she was just in this morning" he said kindly.

"If she comes in while im out training with the mages guild can you let her know i wanted to see her?" she asked him,

"Of course" ragnar said in an over enthusiastic manner

"Thanks so much" she said laughing and continuing on her way to the storage room.

Satyana

Satyana sat at her desk, trying to get some studying done....but it was fruitless....she just couldn´t focus on alchemical synthesis....she kept thinking of the story Flint had told her earlier.

So I do have a sister and a brother....he said my sister was taken by some .....woman, but my brother, where can he be? What is he doing? Does he know he´s got a sister? Or rather two sisters? And why did never Serene tell her about this? What is the catch? There must be one....Serene always was very clear and honest about things

She continously walked back and forth.......

" No way" she said to herself "This is no good..I´ve got to talk to someone, and that right away!"

She put on her coat and headed for the Lokken, she knew there would be someone she could confide in.....hopefully Dalrus....she must be back by now...oh what joy! Dalrus was one of her very best friends.

Satyana ran through the streets of Chorrol.....towards Lokken Tavern.


"Dalrus! You´re back!!!" Satyana yelled in sheer joy as she entered the Tavern....

She embraced her frien warmly and performed a little dance on the floor, which amused the few guests a lot

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


"Satyana!" she said running over to her and laughing as she danced. She gave her a warm hug. Satyana had truley been a blessing for Dalrus. They had been friends for a while now and Dalrus considered her the best friend someone could have.

"I wanted to ask you about something, but apparently what you have to say is more important, judging by your dance" she said laughing.

"So what is it you wanted to say?" she said sitting down at one of the counter chairs. Ragnar walked by and gave a smile of acknowledgment to Satyana as he walked by.

Flogir, in Lokken Tavern

Flogir turned to the proprietor, Ragnar. "So what's this? We get entertainment with our drinks now?," he said chuckling, nodding his head in the direction of a dancing lady who was talking to one of the waitresses.

Ragnar chuckled as well. "She's a regular. A good friend of Dalrus there."

"Ahh..." said Flogir as he returned to his ale.

Satyana

"Oh Dalrus.....I met that extraordinary man last night...ehh Flint Something...and he seemed to know about me..he even called me Brianna, my real mother´s name!...and he told me I have a brother and a sister....Now what puzzles me is why Serene never told me this...You who are so wise and clever Dalrus....could you come up with an explanation to this?"

Satyana sighed......hoping for some counsel from her best friend


OOC: bedtime!

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

"Thats impossible, there why would Serene lie to you? My grandmother knew Serene and always talked about her in a great light" she said thinking. "Brianna, though not a popular name, is possibly another person, a coincidence. Tamriel is a big place, maybe its a mistake" Dalrus was calculating the posibility of this.

"If we could get flint to come here then maybe we could ask him somthing that only, someone who would really know you, could answer" she said half unsure herself. "I bet i could convince him" she said letting her hair fall in a sexy cascade(slow motion fall).

Ian, Ian's house, Imperial City

Ian was busy getting his gear together; the call to adventure was flowing through his aging veins. Athough still young, he was nearing the age of becoming sensei and retiring to the dojo that he had been brought up so many years ago. But he was still capable of fighting and of fufilling contracts.

Ian groaned and went through the acrobatic movements that he used to relax. "Time to go," he said to himself. He donned his robes, and slung his bow. Ian strode from his home in the Talos Plaza toward the Market District. One of the guards he passed bowed his head slightly, and continued his rounds. For better or worse, the Imperial City was- had been- his home for several years, and after resting for the last week, Ian was ready for another adventure. He absently lit a hackle-lo and puffed it thoughtfully. Time to speak to an old friend.....

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint woke up next morning after a good nap.
,,Ah, a brand new day. Now what should I do for today? Hmm, I’ll just take care of my priorities first. Breakfast.”
Flint headed downstairs where he bought a loaf of bread and a bottle of flin. He waved at Satyana for a moment before sitting down in a quiet corner.



(By the way, Flint is married in case you're wondering.)

Satyana

Satyana noticed Flint waving at her and gave im a cheerful smile....

Maybe I could convince him as well.....

She really wanted to believe what Dalrus was telling her but she knew better.....Flint definitely had knowh her mother, he had told the truth...that´s for sure...anyway there really was no time for pondering about the past, Dalrus had been happy to see her and she felt that her friend also wanted to ask her something or tell her something...she could tell from the way Dalrus shook her beautiful hair and moved her body...

"So my dear", she said in a low voice, "You wanted to say something?"


In ger mind she was already planning the menu for the feast.....it must be something special, the Countess had been crystal clear about that...Some important guests were expected and she also wanted to pay gratitude to some of her employees....at least that was what she had told Satyana just the other day...

Satyana knew the Countess had some special "staff" whom she had the greatest confidence in, she never told who those men were but gave some faint hints that they were very special to her.

Anyway, Satyana was happy to work for the Countess who paid well and treated her fair, so if the Lady wanted to have her secrets it was ok....Satyana wouldn´t mind. Thus she was determined to protect her benefactor in every way.....she knew some really powerful magic....

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

"Well" she said in a distracted voice as she tried to put her hair back up. "I was wondering if you have any freetime, i mean before the festival, remember we planned to go visit Prior Turenel at Weynon Priory? I know you must be busy but he said he had something for us." she said circling Satyana in a impatient kid type manor. "It will be our only chance to get out of the city before the festival, i will be setting up the ale booth, and you will be doing countess errands."

Satyana

"Oh....yes! we did , I remember.....hmmm, well why not now? I do have some free time now, before the fuzz starts!..so let´s go shall we?"

Satyana stood up putting her cloak on, wating for Darus to get ready

"Heey, gorgeous....you do look alright!" she smiled

Flogir, in Lokken Tavern

Flogir couldn't help but overhear many discussions about a party that was coming up fairly soon. It seemed the hostess of the event would be the Countess of Chorrol herself.

Well I picked a good time to arrive in town. I wonder if this party is public or if an invitation is required? he mused, taking a sip of his ale.

He then remembered that the correspondant he met in Bruma was from Chorrol. Maybe if he found that young Dunmer once more, he'd be able to get into the party if it wasn't public.

His mug of ale seemed the most inviting aspect for the moment though, he still had time to look around for the Dunmer before the party would start.

Heck, I might even get to speak to nobility...

Dalrus, Chorrol

"Thanks, don't I?" she said in a fake snobby voice. She laughed and put on her coat. She gave a man his spiked comberry juice and then left "I'll be back in a little Ragnar, I'm going to the priory with Satyana" She said yelling up the stairs to Ragnar.

"Alright stay safe" he yelled back down

"Excellent lets go" she said opening the door for Satyana.

Satyana

They went out into the street, a cold wind blew up some leaves in their faces, Satyana drew her cloak tighter around her.

"So what are we to expect my dear?" she asked.....smiling at Dalrus




OOC: Bedtime I´m afraid.....see you tomorrow!

Dalrus, Chorrol

"Well, i have no idea, I know Turenel is becoming a hermit, though i dont know why, and we visited him a lot, so i wouldn't be surprised if it was something big" She said in an excited voice. "Not that i won't miss him, but still, he will visit from time to time" she said happily.

Ian, meeting an old friend

The Market District was filled with citizens going about their daily lives. There were several street venders selling jewelry, food, and clothing. Ian was paused for a moment and shook his head. Nineteen years ago, the only shops were indoors. Now vendors have sprouted up, Ian thought to himself. He made his way to the Mystic Emporium. Calendil was speaking to a citizen in middle-class clothes, but when the old elf spotted Ian coming through the door, he shooed the man away.

"Greetings my friend, what do you need of me?" He asked
Ian grinned slightly, Calendil and his wife had been his most prized merchants in this city for years.
"Yes Calendil, I do need some poisons from your lovely wife."

"Ah, yes of course." A elderly Altmer woman came down the stairs and heard her husband and Ian talking. "Hello dear friend, you may buy whatever you need." Calendil sold many enchanted weapons and armor while his wife sold potions and enchanted accesories.

Jonathan Constantine
On the way to Chorrol/Chorrol/Lokken Tavern

Twang, twang-twang

Three bolts from Jonathan's crossbow arced out across the pathway towards a tree nearly fifty meters in front of him.

Thwump, thwump-thwump

The iconic sound of crossbow bolts slamming into a target resounded in the immediate of the woods. "Eh, a little off to the left it seems." Jonathan guided his horse using his thighs towards the tree, "Of course the bugger I'm shootin' at won't be obliged to hope into the bolts.." It took quite a bit of a little tugging match to wrest the bolts from the tree, but in the end Jonathan managed to best it.

During his training he failed to notice how much ground he was covering, and a short glance up revealed that of the walls of Chorrol. Chorrol reminded him of his home stead, to remember was to invoke pang of sorrow for his failing as a son. What little remained of his home lay around his neck, a small medallion of his father's personal treasures was passed from father to son during his last visit. It was simple, but elegant, a testament to the old working of an art long passed.

The cobble streets of the were lined with numerous people and from various sources, being those that lined the streets, he heard of a party that was to happen. "Huh, grand time to show up here, maybe they'll have some free brandy.. Listen girl, I'm going to leave you here for now." Jonathan patted the nose of the horse and walked her to a stable, "You be good for daddy, you hear?"

After dropping the last of his gold off into the caretakers hands, Jonathan decided to meander about and possibly mooch a drink off of a... happy.. local. He decided the Lokken Tavern would be a good start and stepped into the building, waiting for his eyes to re-adjust to the dimness.

Dalrus, Outside Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus walked past Jonathan as she headed to Weynon Priory. She liked what she saw, though she did not show any sign of recognition and instead let her hair fall from its bun. It was windy and it blew in the wind as the cool afternoon continued with a slight breeze. She looked over at Jonathan.

Rann

After taking a bath to get the grime and blood off of himself and changing clothes, he walked out of his tiny shack abd into the town to check on the preparations. He was usually able to 'taste test' some food before the actual feast if he sweet-talked the cooks the right way. In the mood for a little light-heartedness after a killing, he headed for the castle.

Rahvin

Rahvin had been a bit flustered by the appearance of one of Brianna's other children, but the confusion in his head was now gone. He now realized that it really didn't matter. As long as the child that Salina took didn't appear, he figured all was well.

He stopped walking back to the castle where he lived and decided to go back to the tavern. Ragnar's brandy was too cheap to pass up.

Sodsa Hekal, At Wynon Priory

Sodsa swung the doors to the Priory open and headed up the worn stairs toward Prior Turenel's 'office'. Upon arrival Sodsa more or less dropped a burlap sack onto the desk, making Turenel jump, snapping his head up to meet Sodsa's.

"By the Divine's, you need to make some sound Hekal, i can hardly hear you coming anymore." Turenel mumbled while reaching for the sack, looking in side of it.

Sodsa let a smirk flash across his face, "You never could hear me old man, besides, I've been forced to be quiet. Its hard to catch you evening meal." Sodsa slouched into a chair, set his bow on the ground, and continued, "Well that should be the regular delivery, if there's something missing then let me know."

Turenel closed the bag and set it behind the desk, "No, no, it looks alright to me, now for your pay..." He trailed off as he turned his attention to a piece of parchment on his desk and started writing on it. "Just hand this to Ildean, the new Redguard."

Sodsa stood up and took the peice of paper from the Prior, "Thanks Prior, I'll see you again in a week or two." Sodsa slung his bow over his shoulder and turned to go back down the stairs.

ooc:Well now that i'm in i'm gonna go to bed, or see if i have stuff to do yet for HW..... (lets hope i don't) well cheers, ttyl

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Nov 2 2006, 05:23 AM