The Wobbly Goblet Playground Options

[King Coin]

Aravi smiled at his joke, to be polite.

“I used to live farther to the south, just outside of the Great Forest along the Red Ring Road. Now I live in Skyrim. I didn’t realize I missed Cyrodiil as much as I did before coming back.”

She ate more quickly now that her food cooled.

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[Darkness Eternal]

Kayla dropped tons of information upon Irvana's head, who captured each of them in her vast thick web that was her mind. The Altmer's history unfolded before her very ears and Irvana came to understand why she was so easily introduced into the cult, and why she took to hunting the nosferatu in her travels. When one massacres your entire town, revenge is one of the strongest emotions one can feel. And as the saying goes, Revenge is the foundation of justice, for justice started with revenge, and revenge is still the only justice some
people can ever hope for.

The Cult of Meridia was no different than many secret organizations and groups in Tamriel. Recruitment is always tricky, and with good reason. Many times one member does not live up to the cult's standard and fails or they may not be capable enough to carry out tasks and even dare to reveal precious information . . .

Like how Kayla was doing now?

The name of Movarth Piquine brought Irvana's attention. Like a moth to the flame, she was lured in by the story. Movarth was a vampire, and his tale was a fascinating one. Ironically, he was a vampire hunter himself who's skill was so tremendous that he hunted vampires of different clans in all places with a burning passion that the man seemed to be in an endless quest. Quite tragically and ironically, the priest whom he sought advice for slaying these creatures was a vampire himself, a member of the oldest and most secretive Orders in Cyrodiil that many have never even heard of the name, let alone suspect they exist. His curiosity became his undoing as he underestimated the man before him. It was a cautionary tale to those ignorant of the message.

So Movarth the legendary vampire had been lax in his accomplishments, Irvana murmured with disgust. Slaughtering villages and turning children . . . how pathetic one creature can be. If what Kayla says is to be taken as fact, then he hasn't learned the lesson that doomed him to immortality.

As Kayla continued to tell her story Irvana locked her fingers together and leaned in. She could smell the wine coming from Kayla's breath and did not miss the slight slur in her speech. Her mind was already suffering from the altering effects of Tamika's wine.

The Imperial casually glanced to her side to look at Laegon. Drinking too much renders one vulnerable, and she wouldn't be surprised if this handsome bard would try his luck with the Altmer.

Kayla continued her story: "Some I excelled at, others I failed at. I excel at Destruction magick, hand to hand, swordfighting, and alchemy."

Irvana did wonder how far she excelled at compared to the others. If she wasn't as skilled in dispatching the other vampires in the nearby cavern . . . then she may not be as strong as Irvana painted her to be?

Then Kayla added later on: "I'm not a...perfect champion, not by far. But I'm hard to kill. Each one of these scars is their own story, their own battle. This one," She pointed to the one on her cheek. "Vampire, of course. But she was vicious and feral. She'd drained seven children in a small farming villiage outside or Markarth, all under the age of five. This one," she pointed to the one in the shape of a smile on her throat. "A smarter vampire. Not quite feral, but still vicious all the same. He tried to slit my throat, but got a mouthful of fire instead."

"You're a champion nonetheless," Irvana murmured. "You just musn't be surprised, that's all."

She sat closer to Kayla and looked at each of the scars with interest. She's certainly had a handful of vampires try to kill her in the past few years. Then again when one rattles their nest, they are bound to try and strike back. Where there are mindless animals, predators are never far behind . . .

The Imperial nodded with a great smirk, and then closed her mouth in what seemed to be sadness. "Amazing. You have quite a life, Kayla. Don't feel bad when I say I feel small and insignificant in your shadow. I'm a simple girl. I'm not part of a secret cult, nor have I ever been a champion of Daedra. I certainly have never been in crusades against vampires. In fact the only times I remember being close to those creatures was in one of my plays. See, I took the role of a vampire hiding out in the city of nobles. Not to exalt myself but I am a great actress but I never seem to do well playing the part of a vampire. I can't put my finger on it. I suppose I've just had bad luck in general like . . ." she found herself stammering. "Like the night I was attacked. They are savage, dreadful creatures. I grew up hearing stories about them. Always gave me nightmares."

She sighed and set her hands in her lap. "I won't burden you with anymore questions this night, Kayla. I enjoy having you by my side." She took the wine bottle, and held onto it. "Now. I must take this from you lest you pass out on me."

It was Irvana's turn to bark a quiet laugh.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla let out a disappointed squeak as she reached for the bottle. She slid off the chair slightly and pouted before sliding back onto it.

"Aw, Irvana! That's not fair. You're more coordinated than I am right now!" She laughed and leaned back on the chair. She slipped her shoes off and brought her knees to her chin. She shot a wink at Laegon and giggled.

"Maybe I shouldn't drink anymore anyways."

Though I wouldn't mind being taken advantage of tonight...

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[Darkness Eternal]

The young woman kept the bottle close to the cloth of her black robes. "Oh hush! This is for your own good." Irvana bluntly. "No, you shouldn't. Not unless you want me to carry you upstairs to your room." She paused on her words, and then allowed the next ones to slide naturally after she caught Kayla winking at Laegon. "Unless of course you already have an event in mind in your quarters this night that will have a certain man sweep you off your feet to your bedroom."

"I won't stand in the way," Irvana whispered to Kayla, casting aside a cascade of black hair that obscured her vision. "If you desire to pursue your passions, then go for them."

[ImperialSnob]

The imperial,Glenius stood up and walked over to the barmaid and dropped 10 septims on the desk."A tip," he muttered.

He went into the tea room and sat at an empty table,then he opened his satchel and took out his big blue book and began to read,still avoiding eye contact with anyone.

[King Coin]

Aravi’s plate was all but licked clean. She surprised herself that she managed to finish it, but now she was full. The meal left her tired and she stifled yawn.

“I am getting tired, and I would like to see Kayla before I go up to my room. It was nice meeting you Stefan.”

Kayla was sprawled on a couch and she and Irvana were talking. A man walked to the counter. She heard a few coins drop onto the counter. He wore a green cloak, and kept the hood up despite being indoors. She watched him go to the tea room, not directly looking at anyone. …Odd, she thought, frowning a little. She glanced over at the dark Khajiit in the corner, Dar’muktah. The bouncer was keeping an eye on the man. She forgot about the man in the green cloak and went to join her friend.

“Hi Kayla, you must be feeling better. I wasn’t sure if I had healed you completely in the cave.” Aravi looked down at the High Elf, something she rarely got to do when speaking to anyone.

Then she looked to Irvana. “Hello, Irvana. I’m sure you’ve learned by now that we’ve finished off the vampires.” Then she spotted the wine bottle in Irvana’s hand, and then looked back at Kayla. “I see you’re looking after my friend’s health,” she said with a small smile.

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana directed her attention to the newcomer who entered the fireplace area. The khajiit woman known as Aravi was white for a khajiit, dotted with spots and built with the body of an acrobat. In fact, Irvana did not doubt a second that this woman might be able to display extraordinary leaping abilities. Many of her kind do, as they are naturally nimble just like their lesser counterparts. The scar on her face wasn't missed entirely either.

For a fraction of a moment did Irvana paint a picture of what Aravi might be like in combat. If she is a dangerous foe for the undead out there. She did last in the battle, and might even have been the one to deliver the blow to their leader.

So, hunter, how did you manage to take the life of a patriarch?

The curious question only nearly escaped her tongue before she bit it; Details weren't nescessary. What is done is done, and the past should be dust just as those barbaric parasites.

The hunter greeted Kayla with the uncertainty if she actually aided Kayla in healing or not. She's a healer, too?

Aravi turned her attention to her, confirming that all of the undead had been killed and taken care of. Just like they should have. Wiped them out . . . all of them.

"Aravi. A pleasure of you to join us. Please, take a seat." She said as she made room for Aravi to sit.

Then she added. "I certainly hope so," Irvana said with an innocent pout. "It would be catastrophic if even one of them survived."

She looked at the wine bottle and managed a thin smile.

"Our friend," she put quite an emphasis on the first word. "I do not mean to appear prude, forgive me if I may seem that way." She handed the wine bottle to Kayla once more. "It is not my place to take things from others."

Gifts from others, she wanted to say, but she did not know if Kayla intended Aravi to know about her feelings for that bard.

"Wine dulls the senses, and we find ourselves doing things we regret."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

"Trust me, Irvana," Kayla said as she took the bottle back. "I was planning on doing this when I was sober." She laughed and poured herself another glass and set the bottle down. She took a drink of the wine and set the goblet down before leaning back on the couch.

"I'll be waiting until his shift is over, though. Wouldn't want to distract him from his job." she shot him another grin, and she saw him chuckle to himself as he continued to play.

"Ooh, I bet his fingers are nimble." She shifted on the seat and willed the image out of her mind as she absently bit her lower lip. She turned towards Aravi.

"I'm all healed up, by the way. Thanks for helping me out back there. I apparently grabbed the wrong potion while trying to be quick. I looked in my pack and saw the stronger potion still in there. If it wasn't for you, I'd have bled to death internally. So, thanks. I owe you." She leaned her head on Aravi's shoulder momentarily before sitting up.

"Anyways! Remember that map Vera gave me in the cave? I've been thinking about it, and if there are more vampires, I'm going after them. You're welcome to join me, but if not, that's fine. It'll be a few days before I go, though, if nothing else happens."

[King Coin]

Aravi noticed Irvana start to say something before deciding against it at the last minute. Did I intrude on something?

Then the woman scooted over and invited Aravi to sit with them. “Thank you.” She sat next to the Imperial. Maybe not then, she thought, hesitantly answering her question.

Aravi smiled when Irvana handed the wine back to Kayla and said, "Wine dulls the senses, and we find ourselves doing things we regret."

Aravi had to agree with Irvana’s statement. Her husband, Kharjo, got into a lot of trouble because of excessive drinking. She was fairly confident that Kayla wasn’t going to get into that kind of trouble though.

Kayla spoke and smiled at the bard. Ah, that’s what’s going on. Good luck, she silently wished her friend, knowing that she was self-conscious of her scars.

Kayla thanked Aravi and briefly laid her head on Aravi’s shoulder. Aravi could smell the wine. Then she mentioned the map they had found in the cave.

“You're welcome,” she said of the healing, “that’s why I took those lessons at the Mage’s Guild halls and the college of Winterhold.”

“I was actually hoping to show that map to a friend. I have no idea where he is at the moment though. Darnand, you’ve met him right? He might be able to read what it says.”

Aravi stretched and yawned. She didn’t usually drink, but she was thinking of getting something before going to bed. She just needed to be careful. She would be unconscious if she drank what Kayla did.

“Irvana, would you like to share a small bottle with me?”

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana did not resist when Kayla reclaimed the bottle, nor did she speak out in protest or give indication of disagreement. It appeared that Kayla was going to try something with the bard, and Irvana suspected something will happen between the two. That much was certain.

The conversation went from wine to something entirely different. A map of sorts that Vera, the blond-haired bounty hunter, gave Kayla.

Irvana's brow knitted, a bit too much in fact. A look of purpose nearly registered in her face, but not entirely. She knew a secret, nay, many secrets. She knew what the vampires were looking for, but she wouldn't let them get to it, for if they got their hands on it everything would be undone and death would be everywhere and that is not acceptable.

If they have a map, could it be that this was a speculation to where they might find what they desired or is it in fact a location that would be of benefit to them? She felt a hint of irritation snaking its way to her nerve. If there are more of these broods out there . . .

Aravi had sat by her, and inquired if she would like to share a bottle of wine. Instantly Irvana nodded. "I would be delighted, Aravi. Thank you," she said as she decided to take one bite of the muffin she left on the table.

As a scholar and a woman of knowledge, solving mysteries and unraveling secrets was her strong point, among certain other things. But she would bide her time, and wait until a threat sparked her interest, for if something was remotely worth looking into, she would be there.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla nodded, looking at Aravi. "I remember Darnand." A goofy grin spread on her face. "He's kind of cute, for a mage."

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[King Coin]

“He nearly incinerated me, his atronach did its best to burn me, and then he pulled my tail, all in less than three hours of meeting him.” Her ears flicked in annoyance at the memory. That wasn’t too far from here either. She didn't dwell on the memory and she smiled again. He had made up for the poor first impression.

“I think he’s kind of cute too. And if anyone can read that map it will be him. I think I know how to get in touch with him as well. Whether or not he will come will depend on how far he is.”

Aravi waved the serving girl over and ordered a bottle of Tamika’s wine and a pair of goblets for her and Irvana. The bar wasn’t busy and they quickly got their bottle. Aravi pulled the cork out, her claws gouging the soft material, and poured each of them half a goblet. She placed the bottle on a table within easy reach of Irvana.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla stood up, wavering slightly, but still steady.

"I think I'll head to sleep. See you two later on."

She walked towards the stairs, shooting a meaningful glance at Laegon. he nodded his head towards the stairs, and she grinned and made a "come here" movement with one finger, wagging it at him and giggling. He took a small bow before heading up the stairs after her.

Alone in the hallways with him, She wasted no time making her intent clear, planting her lips on his and pulling him close and reaching for the doorknob behind her. She stumbled in and laughed, pulling him inside. He closed the door behind them.

They dropped garments between kisses, and Laegon chuckled when Kayla fumbled with the buckle on his belt. He took it off with one hand, as well as unclasping her bra with the other. before Kayla could comment, she found herself on her back on the bed.

He wasn't absolutely perfect, but he was good. Much better than she expected, which added to the pleasant sensations. Kayla flushed when she expressed her pleasure loudly, eliciting more chuckles from him before he expressed his pleasure with her. He made no comment on her scars, keeping his head buried deep in her neck most of the time as she clung to him.

When they were finished, they were both winded and sweaty. Kayla suddenly felt very self conscious, pulling the covers up over her breasts as Laegon laid on his back, his hands behind his head.

"Uh, so..." She laughed nervously, the sound almost breathless. "Are you staying in here, or..."

"You're not kicking me out, are you?" He looked over at her, keeping his heads behind his head.


She smirked. "Well, no. Stay if you want to. Usually no one stays long enough for round two."

Laegon suddenly looked interested. He leaned up on one elbow and lightly touched an auburn lock. "Round two, eh?"

Kayla laughed softly. "So, say I'm not feeling well tomorrow, or my company is late in leaving my room. How do I make sure no one tries to clean my room?"

Laegon picked up her discarded underwear from the end of the bed. "Here you go This clearly says, 'Occupied.'"

Kayla snorted. "You wouldn't."

Laegon's grin said otherwise.

"Oh my gods... What are you..."

Laegon slid from under the sheets and with a flourish of his hands, he opened the door and hung her underwear on the outside knob. She slapped his arm playfully when he got back into bed, laughing.

They rested a bit, drinking some water from the pitcher and starting on round two.

Afterwards, hours later after they had begun, they finally fell asleep, Kayla's leg slung over the bard's thighs as he laid on his stomach.

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[ImperialSnob]

Glenius closed his book and put it away in his satchel,then he made his way to the counter,this time it was the barman not the barmaid.

"I'd like another bottle of mead please" he said still avoiding eye contact.

After paying for the mead and taking it to a seat by the far he began to drink,he seemed obviously sad he wanted to drink his sadness away.

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana sat with her hands on her lap while Kayla dismissed herself, claiming she was heading off to sleep. But Irvana was no fool, and certainly Aravi would know that she wasn't going to get much sleep this night.

The Imperial watched from the flickering shadows cast by the fire as Kayla retreated to her room, Laegon went shortly after. Even a fool would suspect what came next.

After she left, Irvana pondered on the map and its meaning. If more vampires were involved, then certainly Aravi and Kayla can be the hand of society and enforce the sword against them. If not . . . if something else that is sinister lurked in this location, then that is up to this Darnard individual or someone else to discover.

There was no reason to lift a finger . . . not when someone else can.

The khajiit ordered a bottle of Tamika's wine and poured the drink in two goblets after making use of her claws, one of which was given to Irvana. This brought a not-so-bitter memory of her arguing with her older brother on which wine was superior. He has a thing for fine wine, as she did.

"Just you and I," Irvana said after a sip. "Gratitude for the drink. It is well received."

She picked at the hem of her black robe, getting herself comfortable. "Kayla tells me you're quite the vampire hunter. She was impressed with your efforts against them. I honestly think you have a fan. Have you been in this line of work for long?"

[Darkness Eternal]

Hethilion scoured to and fro, within and outside of the Wobbly Goblet. Inside there was commotion, chatter, laughs and a very sick Lleris. So why clean up now when someone could spill a goblet of wine or the dark elf would sneeze vomit through his mouth? His workload would be doubled, nay, tripled! Besides, outside needed tending too, right? Sometimes animals defecated near the garden or some ignorant courier decided to habitually spread out tons of Black Horse Courier editions all over the place to lighten his load. Would a feather spell be too much to ask, or are those expensive these days too?

He could start with the fish pond. Clean it out a bit, scrub the algae from the rocks. And so with a quick pace he made his way to the pond only to find . . . a bra and underpants sitting there in the stone.

What the? Who would even—

A simple yet hard frown spread the edges of his face. Laegon knows better than this. Last time he left stains! He turned around to make a stroll into the garden when he realized these were not the same color of undergarments standing guard in Kayla’s door. In fact he was just there a minute ago, so unless those two giggling moaners somehow teleported from room to pond with gods-forsaken Sanguine-inspired spells . . .

He stepped at the edge of the pond and it was too dark to see, and the bottom was pretty deep. No bubbles came out save for small globules that can only be made by the fish. Hmm . . . I’m not throwing my hand in there. Tooth-In-The-Grass might try to give me the jumps again.

He won’t give that blue-feathered saurian fellow a chance again, not anytime soon. He sighed, bent down and picked up the undergarments and bra. Stefania hasn’t been seen all day until recently . . . could she be so bold to lure that monk fellow here and? He shuddered. Not my duty to ask.

Hethilion folded the cloth and took himself back into the Goblet. Kids these days . . .

***

Water shocked the core of Vera. She hung in absolute blackness in the bottom of the pond; there was no telling how deep underwater she might be, and frankly which direction even might be up. Her lungs were choked, half filled, but she didn't panic or even particularly care too much; mostly, she was vaguely pleased to find out that she still, in fact, had it. That she could still contract her diaphragm, expelling as much water from her lungs as possible. For this can one day save her life like it did many years ago in the swamps of Black Marsh when swimming after an escaped argonian convict who never had to raise his nose past the surface.

But when a simple training exercise might or might not be a simple bath, Vera Castius failed to see the ultimate danger that lurked above pond. Not any particular life-threatening danger, but still nonetheless a danger to her modesty, what’s left of it anyway as some may believe.

After a few minutes that quite seemed like hell of an eternity, she rose from the water’s depths. She breathed, sucking in the night air into her lungs as she ran her fingers over her long golden hair. She wiggled her toes as she felt the kisses from the fishes below. She was clean now, refreshed and rejuvenated, and as she always like to say, Hungry as a wolf.

She reached out to the side to grab her clothes when instead of her familiar cloth she felt the cold surface of the stone. What in Oblivion? Her eyes squinted in suspicion and her brows bent close.

Amusing, Lycus, very amusing. Then she remembered that he might still be in there, that the lights in the room were still lit and the same shadows cast by his figure still there. He was still in meditation.

What. In. Oblivion!

She searched around the pond, and even dove underwater to check if her cloth sunk, but that wasn’t likely. It would have floated somewhere. After checking, thoroughly searching, and double-checking, Vera accepted the smack-in-the-face fact that someone had taken her clothes, and the only thing she wore over her was her own skin. She was completely naked from head to toe.

“What. In. Oblivion!” She swore as she climbed out of the pond with growing irritation. Sure, waking up naked in the morning covered in blood, sweat and dirt was just another part of her very violent and unfortunate lifestyle, so came to accept that. She didn’t necessarily enjoy running around without clothes for too long . . . not when all that attention would be called to herself. But that didn't matter too much, what mattered was that she was hungry, too hungry, and that made everything worse.

Damn it, now what?

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[King Coin]

So much for doing it sober, Aravi thought when Kayla and Laegon went up the stairs.

Aravi sipped her drink carefully and listened to Irvana speak. She blinked when Irvana mentioned how impressed Kayla was.

“I didn’t know she thought so highly of me, thank you for sharing. She is a very strong warrior herself. She was smart, and I think it was bad luck that led to her injuries. She had a very powerful blade; I haven’t seen anything that compares to it.”

Aravi took another sip of wine and continued.

“Vera was the most ferocious fighter, but I think she’s even more used to fighting on her own than Kayla and I.” Kayla must have worked with someone in her cult somewhat regularly Aravi guessed. She of course fought side by side with Kharjo more often than not.

Then she addressed her companion’s question. “I’ve hunted vampires for several years now. I fought for an amateur organization based out of the Imperial City for a couple of years. They were more like vigilantes. I left them and went north to Skyrim where I tried to get away from it. There was a surge of attacks there and I joined the Dawnguard, who are much more professional and better organized.”

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[Darkness Eternal]

"With your combined abilities you were able to do what was had to be done," Irvana explained to Aravi. "Not many of those creatures would be up for the challenge."

In her mind, she thought, Yes that blade is something, isn't it?

Aravi revealed a bit of herself to Irvana. Unlike Kayla who had been recruited into one cult, Aravi had worked with two organizations. The mention of the amateur faction brought a smile, a genuine smile, to Irvana's face.

The Order of the Virtuous Blood? She couldn't imagine any other faction. The other self-proclaimed hunting organizations were snuffed out before they were given birth, their spark extinguished. There were rumors that the Order was infiltrated by a vampire who sought to hide his true nature by hiding among the hunters. A common enough story, at least for Irvana who has heard it told to death. Might have this vampire hunting order thrive in their crusade? In Cyrodiil? Hardly. There were chances were they might root out the lesser ones in their caverns, but the more intelligent ones are able to hide in among the living.

A frightening thing, Irvana mused. But she knew that it was a very cunning tactic. The true vampires would hide in plain sight, amassing wealth and influence, and securing contacts with important people in Cyrodiil. By all means such a life would be challenging. To live among mortals while concealing one's power that by nature would be screaming to be unleashed. But Irvana saw that the vampire obviously has the luxury of studying the hunters afar without them ever being aware that they had adversaries. This is surely the reason the Virtuous Blood was an example of failure.

Now, the Dawnguard was an entire different story. Irvana heard of them, too. She read about them before in old texts. They were a dead order, long gone in the mists of history and only recently had she heard stories about them returning, and about the bold attacks of the vampiric clan in Skyrim, which if not taken as a threat, could threaten to spread into Cyrodiil. This, too, would be catastrophic.

Irvana held out her cup so that Aravi can pour some more wine. "Would you please."

She waited. "I never imagined vampires were much of a threat in a grand scale. At least here in Cyrodiil. I've been told of vampires who sneak into homes and steal children from their beds never to return again. Or some that are even members of the High Council in the Imperial Palace. I originally dismissed these as peasant rumors. Until I came across some of them on my own."

Irvana shrugged. "In any case you have done an oustanding job and I am glad you were here to protect us," she leaned closer and whispered with a light chuckle. "I do not think everyone else here would be capable of killing those monsters if they sought to attack the Goblet. I can sleep well knowing you have done what you were called to do and you have my thanks, Aravi."

She sighed, stretching her arms in front of her. "Will you ever step down? Seek a quiet life, I mean? Away from the bloodshed and the call of battle?"

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[King Coin]

Aravi picked up the wine bottle and refilled Irvana’s goblet. Since she had the bottle, she decided to pour a little more into her own as well.

She listened to Irvana speak, and grimaced when she heard the her speak of the various stories she’s heard. I too thought they were just stories. Until I saw what they did with my own eyes. Now she didn’t put anything passed them. They are so varied too.

Then Aravi bowed her head slightly at the praise.

Then the woman asked her a question, one that she’s pondered.

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I want to quit, but I don’t know if I can. I tried to leave like I said, but then it wasn’t even half a year before I was with the Dawnguard.”

She looked at the wine in her goblet. It looks like blood. She shook her head and took a drink.

“So what about you, I know hardly anything about you. I don’t even know where you are from!”

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[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana ran her fingers on the cold contours of the goblet as she was all ears to Aravi's words. She looked at her cup and pondered for a moment, then took a sip of the wine. Those devoted to their work were reluctant to back down from it even though the call of peace and tranquility whispers to them. After a time the life of endless bloodshed, near death experiences and the horrific sights of the enemy and their prey can rattle any mind.

This brought Irvana to remember a conversation she had with her brother on one occasion:

"Just think where we might stand without vampire hunters." To which she replied, "I can only imagine . . ."

"There are times when we do something for so long that any different calling, any other reality, is but a distant dream. I trust you wil pull through. I can see it already."

When Aravi flipped the question to her, Irvana placed a hand on her own neck and flicked a rogue strand of black hair. "There is not much to say about me. I fear my life's story would be a bit . . . boring." She paused, and lowered her shoulders. "But if you are so interested, I will oblige."

She brought the wine close to her lips and drank some more, savoring the taste in the back of her tongue before letting it wash down her throat. "I was born and raised here in Cyrodiil in a castle not far from the West Weald. To spare you from the trivial details of my life, I can say that I grew up in politics of my station. My mother and father were as I am, a noble. I never had much of an exciting life. That tends to happen when your parents can be a bit restricting. I spent my years as a scholar in the Imperial Palace. I must have read over a thousand books." She chuckled, and mused. "Its a wonder my eyes haven't fallen out of my sockets."