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Callidus Thorn |
Jan 4 2014, 12:40 AM
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Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.
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Enarvy couldn't help but smile back at Angelina. "I can see why. It's a marvellous collection, the finest I've seen outside of the College of Whispers in fact. Truth be told it puts my own library to shame, though I'd wager that in one or two small areas mine's superior. Provided one's interested in those areas of course."
He cast a hungry gaze about the library, as if to devour the books wholesale. When he turned back to Angelina, the faintest trace of that look remained, softened by a warm smile. "I imagine I'll have to be virtually dragged from here for meals." He said, followed by soft, mellow laughter.
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Callidus Thorn |
Jan 6 2014, 05:42 PM
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Enarvy stood frozen for a moment, captivated by the sparkle of Angelina's eyes, even as a tinge of sadness came into his own. His warm smile fell a little, and it seemed suddenly that his years weighes a litle heavier on him. "Five-hundred thousand Septims? Had I known that, I would have sent my apologies, and declined the invitation." He paused a moment, then explained; "I'm an aging Mer, though I may live for centuries yet. I've no family, and precious little besides my work and research. Such a sum is far too vast for me, too vast for any one person, to my mind. A little extra gold would be of help, but such a sum... I do not know what I would do with it. There are finer things in this world than coin, rare treasures than gold, and I would rather focus my attention on those than chase more money than I know what to do with."
"Besides," he chuckled, "after my small lecture about not seeking power for the sake of power, and that the some holds true for gold, I could hardly start frantically searching for it now, could I?" A trace of humour found it's way back into his sad smile, and his eyes took on a slight mischivous gleam.
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Elisabeth Hollow |
Jan 14 2014, 08:45 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Texas
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The clock struck seven, and Angelina shrunk a little when Belladonna whirled past them.
"Dinner!" She called out. "Be there, or you do not eat!"
When the group had finally gathered into the dining room, Antoine and Anaya began serving everyone. The succulent smell of roast mutton and fowl filled the air, along with a warm smell of buttered rolls and steamed vegetables. Goblets were brought out, and water, milk, juices and wines were served. Belladonna was noticeably absent the first few minutes of the meal. When she arrived, she had Selvia on her tail.
"Gentlemen, this is Selvia Valeiu. She was my father's..lover." She grimaced and sat down. "She has made a point to have me tolerate her presence, as much as I'd like to toss her out."
Selvia poured herself a glass of wine, shooing Anaya away. She began serving herself. Anaya served those who allowed her to serve them, putting on the meat and vegetables of their choice. Outside, the rain and wind raged on, battering at the house.
(OOC: Alright, dinner banter!)
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Callidus Thorn |
Jan 22 2014, 06:50 PM
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Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.
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Enarvy took a seat at the dinner table, smiling warmly at Angelina as she sat beside him. As Anaya moved to serve him he stopped her. "Thankyou, but no, I will serve myself. I've never been able to abide being waited on. And I shall be more than happy to aid Angelina, should she wish it." As Anaya moved on to serve the others, Enarvy frowned briefly in concentration. Seconds later, a platter of roast mutton rose from the table, and began drifting gracefully towards Enarvy. He placed a few slices of mutton on his plate, the platter of mutton still floating before him, and turned to Angelina. "Mutton?"
Then he realised what he must look like. "My apologies, the meals at the College tend to rely on this sort of thing. It's considered an exercise in delicacy and finesse, and is something of a bad habit I suppose." Enarvy trailed off there, a faint blush finding it's way onto his cheeks. Despite his discomfort and embarrassment, the plate didn't move so much as an inch.
(OOC: Let me know if there's anything you would like me to change, Liz)
This post has been edited by Callidus Thorn: Jan 22 2014, 06:52 PM
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Callidus Thorn |
Jan 23 2014, 01:13 AM
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Joined: 29-September 13
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Enarvy turned as Sarde spoke, hastily recovering himself. "Alteration? Telekinesis is from the school of Mysticism, lad. The College of Winterhold is the only institutein Tamriel that did away with Mysticism. Before the Oblivion crisis, while then Arch-mage Traven was holding the investigation into necromancy, there were those that tried to defend it. They argued that it was akin to Mysticism, but those arguments were mostly dismissed. It seems in Skyrim the arguments held some weight, which led to the College of Winterhold's stance on Mysticism. Or so I gather at least."
At this point Enarvy caught himself, and sent a dish of potatoes and a couple of buttered rolls floating over towards him. The rolls landed beside his plate, and after taking a few potatoes for his plate he offered them to those nearby before sending them back.
"Haha, there I go lecturing again, please, forgive me. Teaching is a hard habit to break. But to answer your question, I am indeed a student of Alteration, though some might appraise my skill higher. In fact, I am a student of all schools of magic, save those of necromancy, for obvious reasons, and illusion. I'm not comfortable with altering people's minds, whatever the cause."
Enarvy took a sip of wine, and continued, a mischeivous grin now lighting his features. "I take it, Sarde, that you've had a little magical education here in Skyrim then. A little telekinesis to help your juggling perhaps? If you'll pardon the jest."
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Rohirrim |
Jan 25 2014, 10:06 PM
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Joined: 18-January 13
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Sarde grabbed a potato and split it, dressing and seasoning as he spoke.
"A funny story actually. In my youth, I came here to study at the Bard's College. Skyrim not known for being a place of higher learning, I simply asked for 'the College'. Now, this was just over the border from Morrowing, up by Windhelm, so they took me to the College of Winterhold. Having spent my carriage money, I had no choice but to stay there until I could earn the money for safe passage to Solitude."
"After two and a half months, I finally had enough septims for a bodyguard, and I continued on to the Bard's College. In my time in Winterhold, I picked up a few basic spells, and this one was a favorite of mine. It helps when doing things like...you know those traveling shows where one man plays an inordinate amount of instruments? Well, I can do it without the need of rigging more suited to a pack mule."
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Elisabeth Hollow |
Feb 13 2014, 12:54 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Texas
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Selvia
Selvia absently listened to the conversation as she began eating. Her ears picked up on Angelina's giggle as one of the Dunmer, the older one, served himself using telekinesis. She knew Anaya would appreciate the gesture of the guests serving themselves.
Angelina clapped at a remark the younger Dunmer made. "Oh, you can play? That's lovely! I've always had a soft spot for bards. There was this one that use to come by once a month and play for me. Sadly, he was elderly once I hit eighteen and couldn't travel anymore. I haven't seen him in a few years."
The young man next to Selvia spoke, and she turned her sharp eyes over to him.
"Selvia." She said simply. "How did you know Petra?"
She wasn't sincerely interested, since she already knew everyone here from Petra's stories about his adventures, but the young man looked like he was going to vibrate through the floors, he was shaking so much from nervousness. She supposed conversing with him was the nice thing to do. She gave him a small, friendly smile.
"If you want to tell me, that is."
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