The Wobbly Goblet Playground Options

[King Coin]

Aravi went back downstairs, intent on finding the musician again. Salyan made it easy by waving and calling her over.

The bar was still crowded and it took some time for her to weave her way over to the other woman. Over at the original table she sat at, Sethyas and his wife remained. I should introduce myself better to her, Aravi thought as she remembered the quick introduction they exchanged outside. Kayla was there yet, talking to the very tall Bosmer. I need to let her know Vera is coming along as well. They all had trouble working with Vera when they cleared the vampires out of a cave. Aravi hoped that this one would go more smoothly.

Aravi sat at the bar and hopped up on a barstool. She curled her tail around one of the legs so that she wouldn’t be stepped on again. Her feet didn’t quite reach the ground.

“Hello Salyan, I’m glad you saved me a spot,” she said with a small smile.

[Uleni Athram]

Ylenno sat at the same time Kayla did and helped clean aside the mess of the earlier occupants. Their forearms brushed slightly, but very much unintenional. Ylenno pursed his lips in amusement. Then his ears perked up at the mention of Buffy. Just the mere mention of her name sent a mixture of anceint sorrow through the Bosmer's core. His fellow Bravillian and he didn't even went to her birthday. That's the problem with me, I suppose. Always running. He was staring at nothing when Kayla reached across the table, squeezed his hand, and mentioned Lycus's...

"Champ has a wife?! What in kinky Aetherius?! I didn't peg him for a tied-up guy!"

He was amazed. The hulking Imperial was... many things, evidenced by the events that transpired below Sutch, but never in all his wildest imagination did Ylenno saw Lycus with a ring on his finger. Just goes to show the wonders of the world still to be discovered.

He then caught Kayla staring at him, looking over his war-scars with concern, raking over his countenance.... but even a mindless beast could detect the wild urgency of the moment between them, and the clouds of longing fogging up behind her eyes. Ylenno held that stare, his eyes melting with the golden orbs of Kayla, and he was lost there, seeking through the lust for .... something. They were at the height of debauchery now, and Ylenno, veteran of falling from there, wondered if Kayla was prepared for the dive. With him, of all people. He was used to rapid trysts of no consequence, where there would be no .. complications later on. His partners were usually random people who took a fancy to him, or he to they.

But Kayla was a friend. They went through fire and butchery below the light of the sun, and faced the ancient darkness that gathered beneath the Fort Sutch. When they emerged unscathed and intact, but still really shaken of the momentous events, something was forged between all of them. It went beyond companionship, went beyond the scope of love, went beyond simple lusts. It was something divine, unexplainable by mere words, and Ylenno was hesitant to possibly ruin it.

"That's quite fine," he said, after a moment of glittering thoughts. "Let's just sit here and enjoy each other's company."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla nodded. "Yeah, let's just enjoy the moment while it lasts. Before I get my rear pinched again." She gave him a grin to let him know the moment had passed. At least on the surface. She felt a bit closer to him as they gazed at each other, but not much. There was a wall there, and before she could give herself, it would have to be broken. She'd never known a woman to break that wall, and she was slowly realizing that maybe none ever would.

She slid her chair next to him and leaned back, crossing one leg over the other and putting one arm behind his shoulders, resting it atop his chair. She gave him a wink and a grin. "I wouldnt complain if you did, though." She patted his cheek and leaned her head back in laughter. She took a long drink of her mead and immediately wished for a stronger drink. She motioned Stefania over and ordered a strong red wine and offered to pay for Ylenno's drink.

"My treat. I owe you from the expedition anyways."

[Darkness Eternal]

“You don’t have to pretend to like me!” Aravi said with a laugh before she departed.

Vera closed the door behind her, wondering what that was all about. She harbored no ill-will toward Aravi. Though she had been called an idiot by the khajiit, she didn't allow petty things like that to bother her. Hell, even if someone wanted to kill her for coin she wouldn't have a personal issue with them.

Aravi was a client, she had coin. Simple. Emotions and feelings should've even exist in an equation like that. She felt absolutely neutral about Aravi. She didn't hate or dislike her, nor did she adore her.

She turned back to the bed.

Time to make a few adjustments.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley walked down the dusty trail, occasionally stopping to adjust the strap to his sword or take a sip of water from the canteen strapped to his side. He let out an exhausted sigh

I hope I'm not much farther...

He listened to the rhythmic jingling of the coins in his satchel as he traveled down the trail. Dust was visible on his face from the past few days he had spent in the wilderness and exploring caves. A light sheen of sweat glistened off his forehead in the heat of the sun. He reached up and wiped the moisture from his forehead with the back of his hand. He coughed briefly and nodded at a passing by Legionnaire on horseback before continuing his path down the trail.

After a little while the tall imperial stopped and scanned his surroundings. He sighed in relief when he saw an inn up ahead

Thank the gods, a place to rest!

He broke out into an excited jog at the thought of a warm bed and a delicious meal. Perhaps even a refreshing shower. He needed some time to kick back and relax. Adventuring could take a lot out of a man, and though Westley thoroughly enjoyed it, he found himself ready to collapse into the ground at the end of every day. He slowed to down as he approached the entrance to the inn, and stopped to read the sign out front

"The Wobbly Goblet Inn..." He mumbled quietly to himself. His stomach growled and he sniffed the air. He instantly perked up

Food!

He excitedly opened the door and sat down at a table.

[Colonel Mustard]

"It wasn't a problem," Salyan said as Aravi sat. She noted that the diminuitive Khajiit's feet didn't even touch the floor from the stool. "So, what did you want to ask me about? The magic I used in the performance, right?"

[King Coin]

Aravi nodded. “I’ve seen nothing like it before. How did you cast the spells? Were they illusions, existing only within our minds, or did you somehow conjure the images?”

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla turned her head to see who had thrown the door open with such force. Her lips parted in an "O' of surprise, her brow furrowed.

Is that...

"Wes?!" She pulled her arm from around Ylenno and leaned forward, springing up lightly on her feet. "Westley!" She embraced him with less fervor than she had Ylenno, but still held him tight and close. Even though she was bent over, he still embraced her back, a bewildered look on his face. She let go and stood up, her hands over her mouth in excitement.

"I'm so glad to see you! Where have you been?!" She suddenly scolded. She cast a look at Ylenno, still grinning.

It's Westley! She mouthed to him. She was excited enough to bounce but held it in.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley grinned at Kayla

"Long time no see! I've been hanging around the city and exploring caves most of the time.I helped a friend with a bit of a vampire problem as well." He stood up "It's great to see you again!!" He playfully punched her shoulder and grinned again "What've you been up to?! You haven't come to visit me in the city!" He looked over at Ylenno

"And you. Get over here!" He laughed

[Uleni Athram]

OOC: THE TRUE TRINITY HAS ARRIVED.

Ylenno leaned against the shoulders of Kayla as she sat by him, and muttered thanks to the freebies offered. His body was going through that process again, reminding him of the damage he took earlier. He grimaced as he soldiered through the pain.

Just as he was about to drink the wine she bought, Kayla suddenly sprang up and Ylenno, still leaning against her shoulder, fell flat on his side.

"Ow," he said.

When he composed himself, he found that...

"ITS BROODING BOY-TOY! WESTLEY HIMSELF!"

There was a grin plastered on his face as he rushed off to the two of them. He gave Westley a friendly noogie.

"Westleyyyyyyyyyyy."

[Colonel Mustard]

"I conjured the images," Salyan explained. She gestured to the crowd around her. "I'm good at what I do, but there are far too many people here for me to affect all of their minds with hallucinations all at the same time."

She tapped her lyre case.

"It's a type of magic I practise called Audiomancy," she said. "It a way of casting spells that uses sound to help the channelling of magicka, and most of the time that sound takes the form of music. In this case, I used the sound from when I was singing the Song of the Jerrall Mountains to help me conjure the images as I played. It's a very useful skill for making performances memorable and exciting, let me tell you."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla grinned at the two men playing around. She made a sound as Westley tried to pick up Ylenno.

"Ah-ah-ah! He's hurt! Be gentle. Speaking of," She patted Ylenno's shoulder gently. "Let me go get that potion. Westley's rough enough when you're NOT injured." She gave Westley a smile and shot Ylenno a look before sprinting up the stairs, leaving the two to converse.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley gave Ylenno a playful grin

"Long time no see, buddy. What've you been up to lately?" He sat down and leaned back in his chair "Have a seat, friend." He smiled. He sniffed the air and licked his lips at the aroma of food being cooked. He looked around the tavern before returning his gaze to Ylenno

This place is packed

He thought to himself. He gave Ylenno another friendly smile

[Uleni Athram]

Ylenno sat in front of Westley, apprasing the Imperial with approving eyes.

"So here we are," the bosmer said, voice thick with nostalgia. "In a tavern. Remember that time you threw cutlery at us? Best way to meet ever!"

He then sat languidly, happy to see yet another familiar face. Who's next, he wondered. Lycus? Buffy? Tarrick? Festival such as these were always the nets that catched all sorts of fishes.

"So how are you? Been a while, old friend!"

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley laughed "I've been doing alright. Being an adventurer can take a lot outta a person though, but I enjoy what I do." He yawned "I'm exhausted though. You won't believe what I went through on my way here. Minotaurs, wolves, mountain lions. You'd think the trail is safe, but apparently not." He gave Ylenno another friendly smile "But like I said. I enjoy the thrill of a fight. I've even thought about possibly joining the arena. I'm good with a blade, and my fist, and if all else fails, I can just dangle my opponent in the air by their leg." He laughed and sat up "Anything interesting go on around here. It's only a matter of time before I grow restless." He chuckled

[King Coin]

Aravi listened as Salyan described her unique magic. She was briefly distracted by Kayla and her friends. Someone new? she wondered. She returned her attention to Salyan before she missed anything.

“I certainly won’t be forgetting your performance any time soon! I almost feel bad for those Altmer, trying to follow up after you!”

She paused to order some mead when the bartender passed. Her drink was delivered quickly. She had some more questions about this fascinating form of magic.

“I’m not very skilled with magic, but I don’t think I’ve even heard of audiomancy before.” It certainly wasn’t something she saw at her brief stay in Winterhold. “I’m surprised you haven’t been to Skyrim, because the images you conjured were so beautiful. I felt like I was looking through a window. Anyways, can you cast any sort of spell with audiomancy?”

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[Colonel Mustard]

"You're too kind, Aravi," Salyan said, smiling at the khajiit's compliment. "Though I've always hoped that I might visit Skyrim one day; it's a beautiful country, from what I've heard of it, and they have some amazing songs. As for audiomancy, you can cast most schools of spells audiomantically and they'll be largely unchanged, if more effective; soothing tones are used for healing spells, and you can use songs and magicka energy to conjure daedra or spirits, and audiomantic techniques work well with mysticism and alteration spells.

"The biggest difference between normal spellcasting and audiomancy techniques is with destruction, spells," she said. "Calling elemental energies and directing them as precise bolts or streams just doesn't work well; sound doesn't work in that manner, after all, so usually a destruction spell cast with audiomancy manifests itself as a wave. Less powerful, but more effective against a group."

She stopped herself as she realised she sounded like one of her professors from the College of Audiomancy.

"Sorry," she said. "You probably didn't want a lecture, did you?"

[minque]

Serene

She listened to the conversation between the Khajiit and the bard, and found it very interesting, since she, herself was skilled in magic

But what she did was amazing, I can learn a lot from her

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I'm so impressed of those spells you cast" she addressed the young Bard

"I'm somewhat familiar with spellcasting myself, but this I never seen before. could you teach me to do this please"

[Darkness Eternal]

Darnand wanted no part in her plan, and refused as soon as the words escaped her lips. Abiene, on the other hand, full-heartedly agreed to it. She voted to remain behind, and Darnand left Irvana’s timing in her hands. It would make sense for them to remain behind for just a tad longer.

“Be safe, my friend.” She said to Abiene.

Irvana nodded to him, and left the room.

It was possible the mind-reading would not attempt such an act again anytime soon with the damaging effects it had on Abiene. The question is if he or she would try so again to get a read on her or Darnand’s mind because it was unreadable?

Only time will tell.

[Grits]

Abiene waited a few minutes in her room alone. Darnand’s response did not surprise her. While his overconfidence in himself sometimes led to mishaps, he exerted too much caution when it came to her safety.

She had to admit that this was a poor time to stomp a foot and insist that she was capable. Perhaps there would someday be an opportunity when she had not recently keeled over, thrown up, or otherwise acted in a manner that would support Darnand’s argument.

When the moment seemed right she made her way to Vera and Lycus’ chamber. Abiene held a secret that would put their lives in danger if it was exposed. The presence of a mind-reader put Abiene at risk at their hands. There was no telling how Vera might react to the news. Some might decide to eliminate the risk by killing Abiene before leaving the premises. She trusted in what they had told her when she had last stood in this chamber, barefoot and shaking in the middle of the night. Still, werewolves were not known for moderation and self-restraint.

That’s just what folk say about them, Abiene chided herself. In the aftermath of a frenzied slaughter. If Vera was completely reckless she would have been killed by now.

Thinking about what she had seen of victims’ remains was not helping. Instead she remembered what Lycus had said. “You have my word that you will not be harmed.” In her own way Vera had seconded his promise. The next moments would tell.

Knock already. She can probably smell you standing out here.

Abiene tapped on the door.