The Ghostfence rp: Playground 1 Options

[jack cloudy]

Well, here we go. This is the thread where the actual rp will take place. I suppose that I'll go first.
Note: Right now mentioning locations isn't important because odds are everyone will be in Balmora, but later on it might be usefull. Like when people split up and stuff.

Eno Arval, Balmora. (Gah, got his name wrong in the first post already. Not a good start)

"Next stop, Balmora! Please remember to collect your luggage before departing. Also watch your step and do not jump, levitate, ropewalk or do anything else that would be either obstruct your fellow travelers or be hazardous for your health." The caravan-master shouted. The trio of Siltstriders slowed down as their steps became shorter. Waving gently from side to side, they broke formation and each headed towards its own ramp where workers already stood prepared to receive them.

One passenger, a middle-aged Dunmer dressed in brown, looked up from the small flute he'd been carving.
"Ah, finally there. Balmora, it sure hasn't changed much since the last time I visited." He muttered and put away the scalpel he had been using.

The Siltstrider he was on came to a halt and a ramp was placed against its side, secured by hooks that were lodged between the creature's plates.
"You may now disembark. Thank you for accepting our service and we hope to see you again soon." The master said and gestured towards the ramp. The Dunmer nodded politely and got off.

"Now then. I should rent myself a Guar first before I join up with a caravan. What did the brochure say again?" He thought, taking out the leaflet he'd picked up in Ald-ruhn.
"Ah, here it is. A stall has been erected in front of the council house where one may register for transportation to Ghostfence, as well as rent Guars and buy supplies. Be advised that by order of the Temple, all must accept the task of ferrying two sacks of supplies intended for the construction-site. Those who have been assigned as escorts for their respective caravans are exempt from this duty." He read. In his mind, he made a quick calculation on how much more he could take with him without overloading the Guar he was going to rent.



OOC: Umm yeah. I suppose we can go and dismiss the whole 'two sacks' thing if you really want to. It was really just an attempt to make sure that at least some construction-critical supplies would be coming with the caravan.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Dec 23 2008, 12:18 PM

[canis216]

Dranas Heleran, Balmora

"Any loss to these supplies during the trip must be recompensated by you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course." Dranas Heleran answered.

Dranas strode away from the Council House, form in hand, cursing quietly to himself.

"Dammit, how am I supposed to properly pilfer supplies if they need to be compensated for? I'll have to deliver all the stuff there and do my pilfering during construction, so they won't know who to suspect."

He reached the Eight Plates and entered, still talking to himself.

"Oh well, small loss. I need to stay on site to market my goods anyway. And two pack guars could carry a lot of booze and skooma..."

Having no more clients to meet, Dranas went straight to the bar and ordered a bottle of greef of himself, another for the attractive dunmer lady seated at the other end. 29, healthy, with rakish good looks (so he thought) and (probably--he'd been dead drunk in a lot of ports) single, Dranas was always on the prowl.

So far so good, he thought. She was coming over.

"Thanks for the drink, stranger. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Dranas. And it was no trouble--I've come into a bit of money today." He smiled, a proud, wide grin."

"You did, huh? And what do you do to come into that money, Dranas?"

"I'm a merchant, my lady. And you haven't told me your name yet."

"I try to careful around outlanders. But I guess you don't bite. Call me Tarese."

"Tarese... lovely name. Here often?"

"Used to work here, actually. Until I got a clerical job at the Council Hall--all this Ghostfence business." She frowned a bit... not at Dranas but at the thought.

"Not crazy about it?"

"Brings too many outlanders into town... no offense." She rewarded Dranas with a small smile.

"None taken. But there's got to be more to it than that, right?"

"How much do you know about the local customs?"

Dranas' brow furrowed in thought. "I've been doing business on the main for about seven years, but only in Vvardenfell for a couple months. So I guess I know a little. Why?"

"The Ghostfence... it's going to be powered by the bones of our ancestors. I mean, we have our little altars and home and such, so I guess it's not really a desecration... but it is... disconcerting. I guess I'm not sure what to think."

The conversation went on, back and forth for a while. Getting to know each other. Finally Dranas decided to press his luck.

"Say, what do you think we head back to your place? We can toss back a couple more, I can maybe play some music..."

"Oh, Dranas, I don't know...."

"Come on, Tarese... I'll make it fun. You know I'll make it fun."

"Where are you from? I mean, where did you grow up? I can't quite place your accent."

"Stros M'kai, darling. A little island off Hammerfell. An island of lovers..."

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Evening: clear, starry night and lute music from Tarese Nothan's house. A woman's laugh, a man's husky singing.
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OOC: (Looks up) Lucky dog!

And I reckon the dynamic between Dranas and Apelles will bear some watching in the future.