The Wobbly Goblet Playground Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla blinked curiously at the hooded figure waving at her. She looked to the left and right of her, then behind herself to see if the figure was waving at her. She inwardly scolded her idiocy as she walked closer.

It's Irvana, stop being jumpy!

She put on a smile and waved back as she walked closer. "Good morning! What are you doing here? And so early in the morning?"

[Darkness Eternal]

Kayla approached her and Irvana returned the smile by parting her lips. She reached out and gave Kayla a hug, and then backed away looking at her from head to toe. "I can ask the same of you!"

She breathed. It is a beautiful morning! And I'm here to buy some new things I desperately need," she said and with an inspective glance, looked Kayla from her head to her toe. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you well? You seem as if you've been hit in the head."

[King Coin]

Aravi drank the last of her tea in one gulp and slipped down from her stool. She straightened her robe and said, “We can use my room.”

She turned and led Abiene up the stairs and passed Kayla’s door (which was still decorated with undergarments) and into her room. She closed the door behind them and locked it. Then she straightened the bedspread and asked, looking up at Abiene, “Would you prefer me sitting or standing?”

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla laughed, then winced. "Hangover. I'm not much of a drinker. I'm not sure if it's an Altmer thing, or if I'm just lucky."

She rubbed her own cheek and smiled at Irvana sleepily. "I'm here to repair my armor. I got stabbed in the gut during the fight in the cave, and need it to be repaired. Leather armor is great for being fast, but it doesn't offer much resistance from a sharpened blade."

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana regarded Kayla with a stare that might have been curious, and then she chuckled. "With what happened last night, I am inclined to believe it might have been luck, no?"

Kayla spoke about her injury and the pros and cons of leather armor. Irvana understood a few facts about armor. Her sword lessons under her father's tutelage taught many weak points in all kinds of armor, all it took was getting the blade to slip in. Irvana did not need to look at the sides of her hip to see the two swords hanging from the belt, sheathed deeply within their cases. She doubted she would need to use them anytime soon. Her goals were not to walk into any predicaments.

"I see," murmured the woman. "Come, come. I shall accompany you to the store. I know where you shall be able to have your armor repaired." She pointed at the south gate. "Fire and Steel."

Her brother came here before to have his sword fixed after helping burn down Hackdirt many, many years ago when working for the Legion. He spent his time complaining on how faulty the smith's work was for hours.

She walked over to the store, expecting Kayla to follow her.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla walked alongside Irvana, her hand instinctively reaching for the reassurance of Dawnbreaker's hilt, but found no such comfort.

Damnit. I left it in the room. Her cheeks reddened at the thought of Laegon pulling the covers back to reveal himself to her, and she cleared her throat.

I have a handsome man naked in my room, and I'm being responsible and repairing my armor. She thought sourly. Intent on not being terrible company, she looked down at Irvana and decided to make conversation.

"Thank you for showing me the store. I'll most likely have to leave my armor here for a few hours while it's being repaired. Is there an alchemy shop nearby as well?"

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana led the way and neared to Fire and Steel with Kayla walking behind her. Having a fascination with her weapon Irvana noticed right away that the Altmer did not possess Dawnbreaker.

The drink was too much, so much that she left one of the most powerful Daedric swords behind, Irvana reflected. Men and their wine . . .

As she neared the door, Kayla spoke again. Irvana opened the door, and glanced over her shoulder. "My pleasure," she replied, and then added. "I'm not entirely sure but this is something I am dying for find out."

She wasn't sure about the alchemy shop, for it has been sometime since she's been here.Last she remembered the local Mages Guild had an alchemist, but no store that specialized in the craft.

Irvana opened the door for Kayla, admitting the woman in first with a courterous gesture. As soon as she entered she was greeted not only by the smell of coal and burning metal and sweat but by a Redguard woman who could only be the proprietor. "Hello. I'm Rasheda -- the smith -- and this is Fire and Steel. Quality armor and weapons, repairs, too. What can I do for you?"

Irvana waited for Kayla to speak. The vampire hunter needed repairs for her equipment, all Irvana needed was some alchemical ingredients and a nice silver pitcher or perhaps a silver carafe. Perhaps both. Yes, both would do quite nicely.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

"Good morning, Rasheda. I need my armor repaired." She showed the Redguard woman where the hole was, then noticed a few areas that were too worn for comfort. She pointed them out, then paid the woman.

"It'll be a few hours before this is ready. You're my first customer of the day, so you won't be waiting on anyone." Rasheda said. Kayla smiled and nodded.

"Thank you. I'll be back around noon to come get it." She turned to Irvana.

"Alright, I'm done here. Mind if I come along while you run errands?"

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana stood by as the surprisingly quick conversation went by. Irvana motioned for Kayla to follow. "I won't take long."

She stepped out of the shop and into the sunlight that bathed her pink skin in yellow rays. She drew her hair and her head back. "Lovely weather!" She remarked as she grabbed Kayla's hand to lead her to the Northern Goods and Trade.

She headed over to the store and entered with gentle strides. Upon walking past the door, and up the flight of stairs, Irvana saw an argonian woman with fine clothes sweeping dust from the corner.

She didn't noticed Irvana at first, which prompted the woman to speak out. "I seek to make a purchase."

The saurian woman seemed distracted, but otherwise non-aggressive. "Only the finest wares to buy and barter at Northern Goods and Trades. I'm Seed-Neeus. How can I help you?"

Irvana walked over and began looking around. "I desire something simple in the sense of less extravagant. A silver pitcher or perhaps even a carafe."

"We have plenty of those here."

Irvana did not smile, but she did say, "Perfect! Show me.'

The argonian woman set aside the broom and walked over to show Irvana the different Cyrodiilic-made items. Irvana went through a few of them, turning them upside down and inspecting the surface for any signs of wear or use. She could easily detect used ones from newer ones. She chose the latter for the pitcher and the carafe. "I'll chose these two."

"Ten septims."

irvana reached for her pocket, and recovered a small sack of coin. "Ah, gods were fit to send a gentleman my way to bless me with coin," she told Kayla as she paid for the two kitchen items. "If only I wasn't so fearful in the attack, I would've had the sense of reclaiming the coin I had with me."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla looked up from the book she was leafing through and gave Irvana a sympathetic smile.

"You got away. That's the important thing." She set the book down gently and turned towards the Imperial woman. "If the rain hadn't washed away all the tracks, we probably would've found your gold." She scratched the back of her head and straightened her shirt out.

"There's an oil I'm looking for." She said to Seed-Neeus. "A scent. I was wondering if you carried vanilj?"

The Nordic word for vanilla slipped out, and Kayla bit her lower lip in embarrassment. She hated not remembering words in Cyrodiliic, especially in the company of new friends. She never had the issue of being embarrassed in Skyrim, but Cyrodiil was an entirely other matter. Most expected her to speak with an accent, but not a far northern one.

What was worse, was when she became frustrated, her Cyrodiliic became worse.

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry, I meant vanilla. Do you have any?"

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[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana simply nodded at Kayla, who asked the owner of the store about vanilla. She struggled with the pronounciation and her thick Nordic accent was present. Irvana had to admit it was quite strange to see an Altmer with a Nordic accent, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Nords and elves are never in the same page and there is a animosity between them considering what happened in history. She must have had a hard time finding a sympathetic lot in those frigid lands.

Seed-Neeus regarded Kayla with a curious look, and then made a sound with her throat. "Hmm, we might have something like that. Let me check."

The woman vanished behind the counter to search for her goods while Irvana browsed around. All I need now are wine bottles . . .

The Goblet might have some but she did not want to use something that belonged to them when she could have her own. She preffered a more candid method of leisure.

"Scent for your room?" inquired Irvana.

[Grits]

Abiene

Aravi led the way through the quiet inn to her chamber. Abiene noted the panties dangling on one doorknob, a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign that transcended cultural barriers. Kayla’s, perhaps? Hopefully she’s still enjoying her company.

Aravi secured the door behind them and smoothed the bed covers. “Would you prefer me sitting or standing?” she asked.

“Let’s sit on the bed.” Abiene followed her own suggestion, and Aravi took a seat beside her.

Abiene’s spells slipped into her hands with the ease of long practice.

She spoke her intentions out loud before each action to keep Aravi at ease. “I’m going to hold your face in my hands for a moment. Your ear has only just begun to heal naturally, but you may feel some warmth as I dissolve what little scar tissue has formed. First I’ll make sure the wound is perfectly clean. There, it’s done. Now I’m healing…” Abiene finished by stimulating the hair follicles around the wound, re-growing the tiny strip of fur that had dissolved under her debride spell.

“Now go ahead and move your ears as much as you can. That’s it. I want to make sure you have full range of expression.”

Abiene watched Aravi’s ears flick forward and flatten back, then swivel downward and up again. “Beautiful,” she said to Aravi. “As if injury had never touched them.” The Khajiit are truly a marvelous creation.

She folded her hands in her lap, drawing back into herself in the way that always followed a healing. She gave Aravi a little smile as soon as she had recovered.

[King Coin]

“I’m going to hold your face in my hands for a moment.”

Aravi felt the healer’s hands on her cheeks, cradling her head almost. Aravi could only look either into the Breton’s face or at her chest. Not knowing what else to do, she closed her eyes and listened.

“Your ear has only just begun to heal naturally, but you may feel some warmth as I dissolve what little scar tissue has formed. First I’ll make sure the wound is perfectly clean. “

She felt the warmth Abiene warned her of, along with a prickling sensation. She did her best to keep her ears from flicking.

“Now I’m healing…”

The pain eased to nothingness and then the prickling began again. That too faded.

“Now go ahead and move your ears as much as you can. That’s it. I want to make sure you have full range of expression.”

Aravi moved her ears in every way she knew, flicking them, flattening, and swiveling them around.

“Beautiful, as if injury had never touched them.”

Aravi opened her eyes and saw the healer’s small, satisfied smile. She couldn’t help but smile too.

“Not quite,” Aravi said. She reached up to her ear and took out one of her golden earrings and handed it to the Breton. She closed her eyes again, and felt a little nervous tension in anticipation of the stinging pain.

It came and was gone again in an instant.

“There,” she heard Abiene say. “I’ve healed it, so you can put the ring back if you want.”

Aravi took out the earring and felt the smooth hole in her ear now. It felt just like the other ones that she had for years. She put the earring back in. Now all she needed to do was buy a new one. Would Chorrol even have them? "It's as if injury never touched them," Aravi echoed.

Now it is time, Aravi thought. She had time to think of Abiene's offer and the consequences while she walked back from the vampire cave.

“Thank you for everything,” Aravi said. “The other thing we discussed, your offer… I want to try it.”

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[Darkness Eternal]

Lycus had been cursed with the return of the almost unbearable headaches. And as he rose to his feet, there had come an unwanted and most unwelcome companion. The spectral shade of an old white-haired man loomed in front of him, a visible manifestation of the damage Lycus’ mind had suffered from the spirit journey. The blue-eyed man never spoke, merely watched him with its hostile stare, a constant presence on the edges of Lycus’ awareness.

The otherworldly apparition had driven Lycus to adopt a dangerous series of attacks against the ghostly sight, as if part of him was trying to defeat his own madness but nothing stopped the tortuous hallucination. It was as if it vanished and was summoned elsewhere. At the window, above the bed, near the cabinet, and at the door where it finally stood for a long period of time.

Pale and semi-translucent, elderly spirit was otherwise an almost perfect replica of what the he had looked like when Lycus first journeyed into the Hunting Grounds in both flesh and soul.

“What do you want now?” Lycus demanded.

The specter was quiet and when it did not answer Lycus closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples to ease the growing pain.

This should't be happening. Where is Vera?

[Grits]

Abiene

“Thank you for everything,” Aravi said. “The other thing we discussed, your offer… I want to try it.”

Abiene felt a rush of emotions that she couldn’t begin to express. She reached out to hug Aravi. “Your trust means the world, Aravi,” she murmured.

She composed herself quickly. There was more to discuss and decide.

“We spoke a little of tests I would like to make. I will certainly practice the procedures I’ve planned, not on people of course, so that I can reduce the danger to you as much as possible. But it’s your future kits that concern me most. If I had the time to see a pregnancy through to a healthy birth and then long enough to know the young creature is developing normally… Well, that could take a year. I have logistics in mind already, and I can get started right away. But I would ask you for time.”

Abiene took a breath.

“And also I’m going to need help. I know this is the most delicate and personal of subjects, but may I confide in Darnand and ask his advice? I can keep the details of who exactly we are helping from him, but when the time comes I’ll need him at my side to transfer the magicka. It would take more than a year to make me a competent mystic, I’m afraid. Oh, and we’ll need filled soul gems...”

Abiene interrupted herself with a little shake. Don’t get too excited and overwhelm her with details, she scolded herself.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla nodded at Irvana's question. "Yeah. For the most part, inns smell musty and slightly used, which is to be expected. But you get a few sour smelling inns that smell like they're never cleaned after being used."

Seed-Neeus came back and handed Kayla the scent. The bottle wasn't as small as she had expected, and wasn't as expensive as she had anticipated. She grinned at the bottle after handing the money to the Argonian and then searched her person for her pack.

I left my pack, too! Godsdamned men always did make me lose my sense.

The bottle was half the size of her hand, and fitted, with a small amount of effort, into her pocket.

Should've worn loose pants and a tight shirt instead of the other way around. Idiot.

"Where else do you need to go" She asked absently as she fitted the bottle into her pocket.

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana noticed Kayla must have forgotten her pack, too. She was very distracted and perhaps even absent-minded. She kept her eyes on Kayla as she fumbled about herself, a thin smile creeping across her lips. Men and wine, Irvana reflected. All it takes is a drink and the passions of the flesh to redirect one's focus on what is at stake.

Kayla asked her about what else had to be done and Irvana managed a long yawn. "I walked for hours last night. I was hoping to get some rest. If you want, I can accompany you to whatever you need to go. But I was planning on getting some rest to rejuvinate the body."

She looked at Seed-Neeus and bowed, giving her thanks before heading toward the door. She turned and waited for Kayla. "How long do you plan on staying here in Cyrodiil?"

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

"I'm here until I can finish my business. It has to do with what we...I...discussed last night. With my family." Kayla hoped Irvana would catch up on the hint. Openly discussion her mission given to her by her Cult leader would be jeapordizing-

Who was she kidding? She'd already blabbed enough about her membership. She wouldn't spare any more details, but she'd hoped Irvana wasn't too tired to remember what she'd told her last night.

"However long that takes is how long I'll be here. Could be weeks, months, years. I could finish my business in two days. Who knows?" She smiled. "Go ahead and go to sleep. I've got a general idea about the town, and I could always ask directions. I really appreciate you helping me out today."

[Darkness Eternal]

Irvana nodded at Kayla's words. One doesn't simply forget about vampire hunters and a cult of Meridia in one night. A drink as strong as wine wasn't potent enough to alter the mind of someone like her, and she did not drink too much to even get remotely influenced.

Her gold-colored eyes brightened as Kayla's words. She is uncertain of her stay? The woman clamped her hands around Kayla's shoulder. "Perfect! You'll be staying then."

She then stopped to think. Would she really want to leave Kayla out of her sights? Especially now that she's here and now, just a few feet in front of her. No, she thought. Such a thing is foolish. Sleep can wait. Lifestyle can be altered when something is dire

She released Kayla's shoulder and held her hands behind her back, her items already in their pack behind her. "I must apologize. Real friends do not leave other's company to get some shut eye. I'll accompany you!"

A smile came from that young face, and Irvana's cheery eyes sparkled with a spontaneous glint. "I promise I'll try not to be a burden."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

"You? A burden?" Kayla was glad for the company. Her sense of direction was atrocious in towns, and Chorrol didn't have any maps on the buildings with a huge marker saying 'YOU ARE HERE" which would have helped greatly.

"I can't imagine you burdening me, Irvana. You're one of the least imposing people I've met here in Cyrodiil." She flicked a stray auburn lock from her forehead before running the fingers of one hand through her hair. "I honestly don't know what else to do in town. My armor won't be done for a few more hours, but staying cooped up in the inn was making me antsy."