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Post by KiddoFreak on May 25, 2005 16:41:41 GMT -5
(I figured that a thief like you would have a steep bounty, and probably some form of debt with the Tong... speaking of which...)
Elthari wiped his hands on his tattered and muddy skirt - after setting the unedible parts of the crab back on the table- the effect of which actually seemed to dirty his hands more than clean them. Leaning back in his chair, he looked curiously into the piercing red eyes of the dunmer, something about them still made him a little uncomfortable. Elthari could not contain his curiosity any longer,"What exactly is this Tong? I thought we killed them earlier today... Why do they have such an interest in you?" Elthari stopped to lick his lips,"You didn't do something to them, did you?"
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Post by Niccolo on May 25, 2005 17:57:06 GMT -5
"The Tong is a widespread criminal organization that specializes in ruthless killings and the slave trade. They are the group that was hired to kill my family..." Vendir trailed off.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 2, 2005 22:14:34 GMT -5
At the tone of the dunmer man, Elthari grew sympathetic. His breton mind started formulatiing a quick plan. "What would it take to scare the Tong? I'm sure we could figure something out, perhaps we could gather up those freelancers I need and uh... pay the Tong a little "visit" before we left. What do you say?"
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 5, 2005 16:34:35 GMT -5
Vendir looked up, his eyes filled with murderous rage.
"Heh heh heh. A visit...yes...let's."
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 6, 2005 1:52:56 GMT -5
Elthari felt only pity for the man, though he thought the fingers of fear were beginning to pry at him again. Something about the man's eyes still made him a little uneasy. "Calm down, my friend. In the morning, we will search for allies to aid us. For now, let us rest and regain our strength. What do you say?" Elthari didn't wait for a response before he got up to go sit in his make-shift bed.
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 6, 2005 15:59:33 GMT -5
"Very well. let us rest." Vendir muttered.
-The Next Morning...-
Vendir was already up at about 5:30am, he had cooked breakfast for both he and Elthari, ( the rat and hound, consult Redoran Cooking Secrets for details) eaten his share (although his copy of Redoran Cooking Secrets was still laying out) and was in the process of mixing some marshmerrow and saltrice in his morar and pestle. A potion was filtering through a retort next to him, and another was boiling on his calcinator in the corner.
Without looking up he spoke to Elthari.
"By Vivec, you're a late riser. The sun's nearly come up! You're breakfast's on the table. Let's get out there and do some recruting when you're done."
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Post by Niccolo on Aug 27, 2005 21:15:18 GMT -5
(just postin this so this will say there's a new post on this thread. The modification of a post dosen't do it.)
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Post by Umbrafire on Aug 28, 2005 14:19:28 GMT -5
(i STILL cant post, my char is waiting for azan)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Aug 30, 2005 23:43:49 GMT -5
Elthari had to concede this time, he really had woken up only moments before his host had spoken to him. Perhaps the breton was soft, but he enjoyed resting a few minutes before getting up in the morning. He liked feeling the sun on his closed eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm awake. Mm, what is that delicious fragrance in the air?" Truth be told, Elthari hadn't had a warm meal for a long time -until last night- and the smell of cooking nearly intoxicated him. Keeping his eyes shut for a moment longer, Elthari decided to ask his campanian something. "Do you know of any place we may be able to find suitable freelancers?"
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Post by Umbrafire on Aug 31, 2005 12:27:00 GMT -5
Slowly drifting back into consiousness, Koran found himself in an unfamiliar house, in an equally unfamiliar bed. He sat up carefully, and looked down to the floor, where a familiar looking staff lay, and the events of the previous night came back to him.
What happened last night? That was only supposed to be a light spell, only to knock him back...
Looking on the bright side, Koran was glad that the spell had not backfired and hurt him. Getting up, he retrieved his staff and went about the house, which he remembered was now his. On the shelf he found some basic ingredients, as well as some flin. He took some common ingredients and put them in his satchel for future usage, along with some flin. He then proceded to sit on his bed, and eat a simple loaf of bread. Deciding that he had eaten enough, he placed the rest in his satchel. He went back to the bed, and sat down, wondering what he should do about Azan. He had no idea where Azan was, and Azan most likely had no idea where he was. Well, he would have to go outside, but the question was where. He pulled his cloak tighter around him, and walked towards the door. Before he reached for the handle, he found an iron dagger, strapped to the wall next to the door.
In case of emergency, mused Koran
He slipped it off the wall and strapped it to his ankle, under the cover of his cloak. He stood up, and faced the door. Opening it cautiously, he stepped out and headed for the Southwall Corner Club
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Post by Niccolo on Sept 1, 2005 9:41:31 GMT -5
"Well, we could probably find some at one of this town's three inns; The Eight Plates, The Council Club, and The Southwall Corner Club. But the Eight Plates is mostly filled with traveling-nonwarriors, and the Council Club is a Tong base, so we'll likely have the best luck at the Southwall. Besides, I'm fairly welcome there, belonging to the guild, an' all. You on the other hand should watch your wallet. That place is filled with about a dozen others with the same... specialty as me."
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Post by GamerMan on Sept 1, 2005 21:56:45 GMT -5
(note, I am sleep next to the front wall of the house demon and kiddo's characters are in, next to but not blocking the door)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Oct 1, 2005 15:30:33 GMT -5
"Southwall, you say? Alright, then let us make haste to find a few freelancers, then we shall deal with these "tong"." Elthari stood and patted down his muddy and ragged old robe and checking the staps to his treasured sword. When he was content, he nodded towards his host and walked outside and into the sunlight. Raising his hand to block the intrusive beams of light from searing into his eyes, the disheveled breton remembered he didn't know where he was going.
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Post by GamerMan on Oct 2, 2005 20:35:07 GMT -5
*waking up, the khajite (ill correct spelling later) stured to sit up, and watched Elthari beguin his path"
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Post by Niccolo on Oct 20, 2005 23:31:09 GMT -5
Rising from his workbench, Vendir shoved one of the two healing potions into his satchel, along with a bit of saltrice and marshmerrow as well as a small mortar and pestle and an empty flask. He paused for a second to say a quick prayer, one that he knew all to well.
"Forge a keen faith in the crucible of suffering." (from "The Book of Dawn and Dusk")
With that, he turned for the door, donning his cloak and fixing a dagger to his belt. As he left the house, however, something caught his eye- a khajit sitting in the mud immediatley outside his house. Immediatley he fell victim to his normal paranoia, drawing his dagger and pinning the man to the wall, his dagger at the khajit's throat.
"What do you think you're doing here?! Who the hell sent you?!" Vendir screamed in the man's face, his eyes wild. "Tell me or I'll slice you open, you outlander swine! NOW!!"
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