To Heir is Human III, Playground 1 Options

[Lord Revan]

Issac

The Altmer glanced in the direction of the crowd, noticing many of the citizens were glancing Amili's way every so often before resuming their conversation. Thoughtfully, Issac looked the Dunmer over. From the looks she's getting Amili had something to do with that situation's resolution......

He returned her smile with a well-practiced, polite grin. As they passed under the archway to Castle Chorrol, Issac said to Amili. "Here is were you are finally rid of us, Sera. Thank you for escorting us." A stable boy opened the gate for them.

"May fortune smile upon you," He bid the guardian farewell, heading for the great hall.

[Soulseeker3.0]

Amili -> Chorrol Castle

As the were walking up towards the castle, Amili noticed the town's folk glancing at her and ignored the suspicious look that the Altmer gave her.

Upon reaching the stable, Amili saw them in the right direction, and settled for a wave.

[Lord Revan]

Issac

As Amili waved and walked back to Chorrol, Issac took Satyana's hand and together they crossed the threshold to the waiting room. Thankfully, the large crowds had yet to arrive, so the only occupants were the other courtesans and the various people who lived in the castle.

Issac nodded to Valga's herald, who approached the Countess, while they waited outside. He gave Satyana a reassuring look and squeeze on her shoulder.

[Dantrag]

Countess Valga

She was surprised when the herald told her who was awaiting an audience; Issac did have the day off. She sent the herald back to show them in.

"Hello, Issac and Satyana," she greeted as they entered the audience chamber, "What brings you two here today?"

[Lord Revan]

Issac

The altmer felt an unconscious bounce in his step. A lifetime of lessons in the politics of nobility, kept him from announcing the news immediately.

He stopped at the feet of the stairsteps leading to Valga's throne, both hands on his cane. "Countess, I know you weren't expecting me until tomorrow, but some things have come up that I felt could not wait."

Issac paused for a heartbeat. "Satyana and I are expecting a child soon, and I ask for someone else to be your representative with the other counties so that I may be present to raise our child."

[Dantrag]

Countess Valga

The Countess smiled, but it was obvious that there was more on her mind than the expected child.

"First, I want to congratulate you and Satyana. I'm sure you both will raise a fine little boy or girl," then she sighed, "But I have to be honest, these are tough times and your help is needed. There aren't many of us left that support the old ways, and too many people in favor of Altair's democracy. On top of that I just recieved the horrific news that Countess Umbranox was found dead on the road. Is there no way you could continue working for at least a couple of months?"

[minque]

Satyana

"Th...thank you countess" Satyana blushed, then she grabbed Issac's arm and said:

"Maybe we....we could help out for a while? I feel great and the baby isn't due until six months from now..so what do you say Issac? Shall we be of assistance to the great Countess?"

[Lord Revan]

Issac

His eyes widened, and his hands fell to his side, the right dragging the cane awkwardly. A few more months was reasonable, but Millona Umbranox dead!?

"Dead.... on the road?" Issac's mind raced, Umbranox had traveled that path for years, it seemed wrong she'd end up dead after these years.

"Of... Of course I will serve for a few months..." He furrowed his brow, still accepting the ramifications.

[Dantrag]

Countess Valga

The Countess sighed again, but this time it was a sigh of relief, not exasperation.

"Thank you, Issac. You have no idea how important you really are around here, and anything you can do I appreciate."

"But don't worry about work just now; stay in the city, celebrate with your family, relax. We'll talk about business tomorrow."

Altair/Veric

The Council meeting was over, and the chambers were empty save Voltar and himself.

"The Ayleid power source sits below us, right now," he said, seemingly out of nowhere, "All the power in the world just sitting there waiting to be tapped, yet we don't know how."

"I've studied every sketch of the original White Gold Tower's construction in the library, but none of them even depicted it. That's what happens when people that didn't even build the thing start to draw its blueprints, and I doubt the Ayleids would be willing to just hand over that kind of information to their conquerors."

"We've hit a pretty big obstacle here, Voltar. We may have to delay the "Second Akaviri Invasion" a few more months."

[Lord Revan]

Issac

The Altmer felt some of the tension lift, and he straightened again. "Thank you, Countess Valga."

He met the Countesses' eyes and nodded. She could depend on him. "Until tomorrow," Issac said, turning to leave with Satyana.

[minque]

Satyana

She bowed to the countess and smiled

"I can still make myself useful to you Countess, I can still work in the kitchen, like I used to...Can't I Issac?"

[Lord Revan]

OCC: I'm afraid that I'm going to be a tad lazy and trail off on the two lovers for awhile.

Issac

"For awhile, of course," he replied. Issac noticed the herald was talking to other people at the entrance. "Let's get going, 'Tyana."

He nodded to the herald and the new party as they passed. It had brightened considerably outside during the brief meeting. Issac took a deep breath of fresh air, and turned to Satyana. They stood there for a sweet eternity, oblivious to everything but the other's smiling face.

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Plys'Iea

The hunter watched impassively as the legionnaires studied his most recent work. These are not prey, these are but practice....... He was not blind to how the citizens of this land looked upon these..... guards. He'd observed some of these very men...... dealing with the citizens. Neither side had the hunter's sympathy, these men were the strong, they had the privilege to claim the weak's possesions as ther own. But at the same time, these soldiers were wretched things, without honor or disipline.

The hunter considered them in the same group as the necromancer Mannimarco, vile things. They did not deserve respect or recognition, but he did delight in seeing these wretches suffer for their shortcomings. The heat of the day caused them to remove various pieces of their armor, as expected.
"I'm going to get a drink, be right back" One of the humans departed for the well by the edge of town. Silently, the hunter approached while the guard struggled with the bucket. He could have killed him instantly in any number of ways, but that was not the alien's intent.

His hand reached out, his palm over the man's mouth, cutting off his inhalation. The pathetic creature's struggles could not free it. He waited a moment after the human went limp and released his grip. The hunter set about his punishment.

[The Metal Mallet]

Altair/Veric

The Council meeting was over, and the chambers were empty save Voltar and himself.

"The Ayleid power source sits below us, right now," he said, seemingly out of nowhere, "All the power in the world just sitting there waiting to be tapped, yet we don't know how."

"I've studied every sketch of the original White Gold Tower's construction in the library, but none of them even depicted it. That's what happens when people that didn't even build the thing start to draw its blueprints, and I doubt the Ayleids would be willing to just hand over that kind of information to their conquerors."

"We've hit a pretty big obstacle here, Voltar. We may have to delay the "Second Akaviri Invasion" a few more months."

Voltar

Voltar scratched his chin idly. His thoughts were wondering as well.

"Would you suppose we might find such information like we need if we investigated other Ayleid ruins. Perhaps one such ruin could've been used to hold a collection of texts or something..."

[Olen]

Indor

Indor walked despondently through the streets. He’d had high hopes of finding some luck in the University but there hadn’t been the sort of interest he’d hoped for. It wasn’t long before he found himself in the Arboretum district. He liked to walk there to think and look at the trees. It was also possible to filch some ingredients when it was quiet.

He took a seat under a tree and idly watched the people go about there business. Most passed straight though hurrying from one place to another but others were just there to enjoy the park. A couple wandered on the grass on the other side of the road. By the way they were speaking it appeared they’d been apart for a while. He shook himself when he realised he’d been looking but he was sure he recognised the lady but couldn’t think where from.

Then it came to him. She was the archmage and on the council. If anyone was both in a position to help him and inclined to it would be her but would she want to deal with a commoner? The circumstances might dent his welcome too… He glanced back over, they were just standing enjoying each other’s company.

Fortune favours the bold, he thought as he plucked up the courage to go over to them.


OOC: I'm not sure is they've finished their conversation so if not ‘plucking up the courage’ could take a while to let them finish, otherwise he’ll go to speak to them now.

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

The hunter stood on a wooden support that was surrounded by the rubble of what once was a small house. All fo the guards were dead, save one. The survivor lay on the ground at the base of his vantage point. At last the man roused himself. No sooner did he open his eyes did he begin to writhe uncontrollably.

Several small fragments of his legion armor were embedded above his midriff, in his biceps, and quadriceps. With his armor removed, the legionnaire was covered in mud and clothed in a tunic and short pants. The hunter watched as the guard went limp, exhuasted from his agony-induced spasms.
Over the breeze blowing through, the hunter felt the approach of a brown bear. With a satisfied humph, he dropped down from the support and dissappeared into the forest. If the wretched sentients here attempted to track him, he would lead them a merry chase.

[Dantrag]

Voltar

Voltar scratched his chin idly. His thoughts were wondering as well.

"Would you suppose we might find such information like we need if we investigated other Ayleid ruins. Perhaps one such ruin could've been used to hold a collection of texts or something..."

Altair/Veric

Veric nodded, "Good thought. See what information you can dig up, and tell me the details tomorrow. Right now I can't help you because I have to speak with the treasury about the Reconstruction budget and I have to get their approval on my proposal to lower taxes this coming year."

"Unfortunately, you have to participate in politics when you decide to pretend to be a politician," he said before finally starting to leave the council chambers, "Farewell, Voltar. Hopefully this obstacle will not keep us standing still for long."

[minque]

Brianna

Brianna slowly went outside. The sun was shining and she knew she would find Rahvin sitting outside the house, probably puffing on his old stinking pipe, contemplating as usual, not making any fuss of himself. Sometimes she was hoping he would just not be so nice and quiet, that he would be a little bit like the stubborn young assassin he used to be. But then again they had a good life now, no threats, nobody chasing them around Tamriel. It was almost too good to be true.

"Rahvin, my love, are you ok? I'd like to discuss something with you....you see...I have an idea, I need your opinion.."

She put her hand on his head, gently touching his hair

I love him so much...I hope....

[Dantrag]

Brianna

Brianna slowly went outside. The sun was shining and she knew she would find Rahvin sitting outside the house, probably puffing on his old stinking pipe, contemplating as usual, not making any fuss of himself. Sometimes she was hoping he would just not be so nice and quiet, that he would be a little bit like the stubborn young assassin he used to be. But then again they had a good life now, no threats, nobody chasing them around Tamriel. It was almost too good to be true.

"Rahvin, my love, are you ok? I'd like to discuss something with you....you see...I have an idea, I need your opinion.."

She put her hand on his head, gently touching his hair

I love him so much...I hope....

Rahvin

Brianna knew Rahvin all too well; he was indeed sitting on a stone bench outside their house with his pipe in hand. It was his typical morning ritual before his day of hunting and gathering began. Brianna did a lot of work with alchemy, and he always stopped to gather herbs for her while he was wandering the countryside. Rahvin had some experience with alchemy, but poisons had been his expertise and he didn't have the grasp on healing magic like that his wife did, no matter how much she tried to teach him. She had mentioned once that she wanted to start her own practice as an apothecary. Rahvin hoped she did it; Brianna loved the work and she could do a lot of good.

It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was barely peeking above the Jerall mountains to the east. Rahvin set the pipe down on the ground as he watched his wife walk towards him. He smiled as she came and took her hand, pulling her down to sit on his lap.

"Alright," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "Spill it."

[minque]

Rahvin

Brianna knew Rahvin all too well; he was indeed sitting on a stone bench outside their house with his pipe in hand. It was his typical morning ritual before his day of hunting and gathering began. Brianna did a lot of work with alchemy, and he always stopped to gather herbs for her while he was wandering the countryside. Rahvin had some experience with alchemy, but poisons had been his expertise and he didn't have the grasp on healing magic like that his wife did, no matter how much she tried to teach him. She had mentioned once that she wanted to start her own practice as an apothecary. Rahvin hoped she did it; Brianna loved the work and she could do a lot of good.

It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was barely peeking above the Jerall mountains to the east. Rahvin set the pipe down on the ground as he watched his wife walk towards him. He smiled as she came and took her hand, pulling her down to sit on his lap.

"Alright," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "Spill it."

Brianna

She smiled, she was very fond of sitting on Rahvin's lap. She hugged him and then took his face between her hands, saying:

"I think I might be able to rent a place quite in the centre of Chorrol, not so far from Lokken Tavern, it's a good place, not far from water supply, good location, many people move around in the area...I think it would be ideal for setting up an Apothecary! Besides there'll be enough space to start a small healing-practise!..Oh Rahvin, wouldn't it be great if we could start a business in town? You could be so useful, gathering all the raw material..and you could develop your alchemical talent!!"

The last remark made her smile and plant a kiss on his lips. She knew very well how skilled he indeed was with different kinds of poison, even though he rarely used that talent anymore

She awaited his response with shiny eyes.....

[Dantrag]

Rahvin

"That's a great idea," he said, "I'll try to find more ingredients for you today so you can start building a larger supply."

"Or..." he said, dramatically pausing for a moment to convey the idea that he had just come up with a great idea, "...we could both go. Then it will be less like work and more like fun."