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Elisabeth Hollow |
Feb 28 2014, 03:01 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Texas
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(OOC: I would've answered earlier, but I fell asleep at 4 pm yesterday and didn't wake up until my alarm went off at five this morning...)
Kayla was a little taken aback at the question.
"My parents? You mean my elf parents? No. I never knew them." she swirled her drink around before taking a drink. She was delighted to find it was spiced mead.
"Mmmm, this is delicious." She took another drink. "No, I didn't know them," she repeated. "My mother, my Nord mother, said she found me wrapped up nice and tight and blue from the snow. There was a carriage wreck, but no sign of any people. My father thinks a frost troll got them. Bandits would have left bodies, but trolls would have left bones." She shrugged.
"Anyways, they took me in, warmed me up, and kept me. They treated me like I was their blood.They got a lot of sideways looks, especially since people blame magick users for the Oblivion Crisis, and elves are the ones who use magick the most, especially Altmer." She took another drink. "They raised me with Nord ideals, and I mostly consider myself a Nord. It's only when others remind me that I remember I'm not."
She shifted on the floor and stretched, putting her drink down. She touched her toes, easily reaching them at the end of her long legs, and groaned in delight.
"Oooh, I love stretching after a long day. what about you?" she cracked her neck, then stretched her arms. "Did you ever know your parents?"
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Grits |
Feb 28 2014, 03:20 AM
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Councilor
Joined: 6-November 10
From: The Gold Coast
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The blonde woman behind the counter crossed her arms under her bust. She stared at Channah through narrowed eyes. “Maybe you should just move along.”
Channah ground her teeth. It had taken far too long to get this wench’s attention only to be turned away without food or drink. Here was a woman in bad need of a beating, but the end result would be Channah’s own backside in jail. At least then I’d have a room.
Instead of smacking the innkeeper, Channah stepped back out into the sleet and ice. The fire pots offered little warmth, but a half-naked beggar woman stood near one anyway. “A coin for a poor old woman?” she asked.
Channah flipped up her hood and walked over. “Don’t you remember me? I gave you a Septim about an hour ago.”
“Oh. Right. You people all look the same. Divines bless your kind heart!”
Channah snorted. “Where are the inns? I guess the Candlehearth Hall is a Nords only establishment.”
The beggar pointed the way. Channah headed into the dark alleys of the Grey Quarter, still fuming over the bitchy innkeeper. Damned Stormcloak fetching no kind of hospitality who does she think she is anyway probably half Breton I have more Nord blood than she does I’d wager—
Channah felt a sharp tug on her scalp, and her head was pulled backward.
“Hey!” Her right hand found a wrist and grasped. She stomped a heel down hard on her attacker’s foot, then with a duck and twist freed herself. Something metal clanged away into the bushes. “You fetcher! You pulled my hair!” Channah gave the scrabbling figure a kick while she checked her dreads for damage. Sleet began to run down her neck.
“By order of the Jarl, stop right there!” someone shouted.
Channah turned around to find a torch in her face. She guessed she must be addressing a guard. She got a view of his uniform when he seized her arm. “You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people,” he continued. “What say you in your defense?”
“What the hells? I’m not the criminal! That man grabbed me! Uh, before I knocked him down and kicked him. He pulled my hair! You do NOT touch the hair.” Channah glared at the guard’s hand on her arm. And if you weren’t a guard, you’d be cradling a stump. “He’s getting away! Look, isn’t the Palace of Kings in that direction? What if he attacks the Jarl?” She cringed at her nonsense, but it was the first thing that came to mind. If the guard would only leave she might still find the man and kick the skitt out of him. Double damn, why did I leave my gear at the stable?
The guard let go and crossed his arms. He began in a lecturing tone. “The Palace is well protec—”
“Shouldn’t you chase him? He’s running like he stole something!” Channah checked her coin purse. It was still there.
The guard stood staring at her, or at least his face plate looked like he was staring.
Channah sighed. He’s long gone. Now I just need to get this one to leave me alone. “Help!” she cried. “Guards!”
That got the guard moving. Channah waited until he rounded the corner before searching under the dead looking shrubbery. It only took a moment to find the dagger. A straight, double-edged steel blade. It glistened slightly with arcane power.
“Thanks, fetcher,” she muttered and tucked it into her belt. “Now I need to get a room and dry my hair.”
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Grits |
Feb 28 2014, 02:33 PM
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Councilor
Joined: 6-November 10
From: The Gold Coast
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OOC: I’m not sure when I’ll get to post again over the weekend, so I’m going ahead with Channah. You guys take as much time as you want with the sleepover, I’m not trying to rush you. Liz if you were joking about the murder thing just ignore it. ***** Channah woke to pots clanging and the smell of hackle-lo smoke. She had slept fully dressed in her own bedroll under the stairs at the New Gnisis Cornerclub for a bargain price. Ambarys had even included a bucket of water and breakfast in the deal. Channah guessed that he must dislike Redguards a little less than he disliked Nords. At least he hadn’t insulted her to her face. She stretched and cracked the ice on her wash water. Next time I’ll ask him to keep the fires going overnight.She didn’t feel like changing her undertunic in front of the dozen dark elves that kept stepping over her on their way through to the tavern. After a quick splash in the water bucket she unwrapped her hair. I guess I’ll pee after breakfast.In the tavern Channah took a seat at the bar. Malthyr slid a plate and mug in front of her. “Mazte,” he said. “It’ll lift the chill.” Channah let out a croak, then cleared her throat and tried again. “Thanks. And good morning.” Malthyr grabbed a broom. “Well anyway it’s morning.” Channah took a sip of mazte and eyed the insect abdomen that filled her plate. By the Nine, why do they bother importing bugs? I’d murder for a sweetroll. She blinked. Damn, this stuff is strong. But I guess I’d want to be drunk first thing in the morning if I was a Dunmer.She placed the dagger on the bar and cracked open her breakfast’s exoskeleton. Maybe one of these elves will be able to read the enchantment. Or if not I know where I can find the court wizard. He’s not going anywhere.Channah listened to the chatter while she picked meat out of the ash hopper shell. Most of the talk was in Dunmeris, but someone spoke Tamrielic with an Argonian’s hissing undertone. “What was the fuss last night?” “Apparently another Nord woman was murdered,” said Ambarys. “Not sure why I should care.” “Hssss. Another killing? I thought they caught the murderer.” Channah spoke up. “The court wizard mentioned there was a murderer on the loose.” Something began to tickle Channah’s mind, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. The Argonian answered her. “The court wizard is the murderer! He was arrested for his crimes. The guards down at the docks have all been talking about it.” Channah shrugged. “Well he’s locked up, anyway. Or at least yesterday I saw him in the dungeon. Maybe he conjured himself out.” She frowned and glanced down at her new dagger. “None of that matters to me,” Ambarys declared. “Until someone takes a Dunmer, I let Windhelm deal with its own problems.” The mazte was working its magic. Warmth spread all the way down to Channah’s toes. She took another bite of bug meat. Tastes kind of like chicken.
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King Coin |
Mar 2 2014, 02:47 AM
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Master
Joined: 6-January 11
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Is Kayla spooning me? The high elf’s arms were wrapped around her, holding her against the woman’s chest. Added to that, a long, bare leg was thrown over her hip.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable and began to wiggle out.
“Uh, Kayla… ?” She didn’t know what else to say. If she didn’t have fur, her face would be on fire now.
The other woman released her and sat up, clearly not embarrassed.
“Morning, sunshine.”
Aravi got out of bed. Her tail was stuck under Kayla’s rump. A she pulled it out.
“Good morning,” she said as she stretched. She was still feeling awkward about the rather intimate way they woke, and wasn’t sure what else to say. Her tail was all tingly as feeling returned to it.
“You weren’t joking about being a cuddler,” she finally said.
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