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Post by KiddoFreak on May 20, 2005 20:30:13 GMT -5
Elthari was livid, his face glowed with a red intensity. Seeing his spell work correctly, the battlemage continued his attack. The blade made its way through the air, spiitting the rain. The demon face almost seemed to shriek as the blad whistled through the storm. The lightning struck Elthari's mind synonomously with the ground. It hit him then: Vendir wasn't someone to be killed. He simply needed to know that not everyone was against him. The katana stopped its flight just short of the Dunmer's neck. "You don't deserve to die..." Slowly the fighter slipped his sword back to its sheath. Elthari took pity on the man, he was simply mislead. "I forgive you for deceiving me." Elthari's face melted into his old, friendly demeanor and he outstretched his hand as he knew his spell was wearing off.
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Post by Niccolo on May 20, 2005 22:45:01 GMT -5
Vendir waited for the blade to slice him to ribbons.... but it didn't happen. Opening his eyes he heard, to his utmost shock, Elthari forgive him. As the spell wore, off he stareed at Elthari's outstretched hand for several seconds, then handed over the change purse. With that, he silently began to walk home, his head a blur.
Why would he... no one's ever...
After going about fifty feet, he shouted back to Elthari.
"Let's get outta this rain. You can stay at my place if you want, and I'm serious this time, I won't mug you."
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 20, 2005 22:56:42 GMT -5
A warm-hearted grin spread over the mage's face. Slipping the purse back into his robes, Elthari jogged to catch up to Vendir, though he had hidden his smile by then, sure the man hadn't seen it through the rain. He had a hard time keeping a straight face, though he managed one that he hoped was convincing. "Can I be sure to trust you this time? With that stunt you pulled, I'm going to have to keep one eye and the road and one eye on your fingers from now on." Elthari had learned a lot already about Balmora: the big city was much different from the small town of Khuul. There were multitudes of different people here. Many vendors, more thieves than each one could handle, and a few undiscovered friends.
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Post by Niccolo on May 20, 2005 23:38:48 GMT -5
Vendir slogged through the mud in the slums, qietly opening the door of his shack and lighting a lantern when he got inside. The interior looked nothing like a theif's home. Shelves of ingedients and potions lined the walls, ones of every shape and purpose. On the lone table, several stacks of books were stacked high. Upon inspection, one could see that they were not novels or stealth manuals, but books regarding alchemy. Strewn beneath these were various notes about potion and ingredient effects, and a few papers written by a Kajit named Ajira about the effects of various mushrooms and flowers. Upon a workbench were several mortars and pestles of admittedly low quality, an almbric, retort, calcinator, among various test tubes and empty flasks.
Vendir hung his cloak up on a nail on the wall, then set about hanging up an etra hammock for Elthari. When he had finished Vendir began to prepare some crab meat over a fire.
"Want any? I dunno about you, but I'm starved."
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 21, 2005 11:45:40 GMT -5
Elthari nodded in a daze, this was a mage's paradise. Admittedly, he wasnt a full mage, but the alchemical wonderland amazed him nevertheless. "Y-yes, I'll have a little. I am a little hungry, I havn't eaten warm food in ages." The breton's appetite made him lose sight of the theif's previous action, his stomach grumbled a little bit upon smelling the cooking meat. Sitting down in the hammok set up for him, Elthari started leafing through a book he found lying next to it. "Where did all of this come from? I didnt think you were much more than..." The battlemage stopped himself, and thought of a good word to use,"I guess I didn't think you would be so interested in magic. This wouldn't just be some kind of loot stolen from a local temple, would it?"
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Post by Azan on May 21, 2005 16:59:07 GMT -5
Azan came out of the shadows of a house, he was right behind Koran as he grabbed his shoulder he said. “Come Koran that was not our fight, and from the looks of it they seemed to have worked it out, remember sometimes it is best not to get involved. Come let us go it is getting late and I doubt the guards have stopped looking for us so it is best for us to split up, I will find you later”<br>Once saying that Azan put his black cloak around him and ran off down a dark alley.
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Post by Umbrafire on May 21, 2005 19:48:54 GMT -5
Koran pulled his own dark green cloak around him as he watched Azan slip into the darkness. He began to wonder how Azan would find him, but he quickly dismissed the thought as he realized that the most pertinent issue was where he would stay for the night. In Seyda Neen, no one would notice Koran in a lighthouse, but the bustling city of Balmora was much different. Walking down a different alley, Koran hoped that he would remain unnoticed. He stepped out of the alley and walked alongside the buildings, hoping to blend in with the rest of the city. Feeling the presence of another person, he quickened his pace, although he did not know where his feet would take him. The toe of his light boots snagged a root emerging from the ground, and he fell to one knee, trying to understand what had made him fall. In his frustration of having fallen, he forgot the thought of another person nearby, but was swiftly reminded as the firm grip of an Indoril gauntlet grasped his shoulder. Koran panicked, and as he did so, he readied a drain fatigue spell, one of his favorites. It was short and relatively weak, but hopefully it would do its purpose. Koran stood up as the Ordinator behind him said with a gruff voice, "Night is no time for wandering about, where do you live?" Turning around slowly, Koran looked at the Ordinator with a smile that was blocked by his hood. He replied the man with the drain fatigue spell, and for a brief moment, Koran thought that the spell had failed, and a confused look crossed his face. Suddenly, a purple gas erupted from his hands and struck the Ordinator with surprising force. A purple cloud formed around the two men, as the Ordinator, along with his full suit of Indoril armor, flew backwards twenty feet. The large guard was unconscious before he hit the ground.
Koran looked about in a frantic as the extra energy filled his body with warmth. He wondered if anyone had seen them, but before he found out he slipped inside a nearby house, seeking cover. Instead, he found a Kahjit who seemed to be running a store of some kind. Of course, that is what he would have been doing, had he not been excessively drinking, which was revealed by the piles of empty bottles and the slurred voice that escaped from his voice, asking, "What are you doing? The store is closed!" Koran responded, "I seek a place to stay for the night, and I will pay you handsomely for the stay." However, Koran didn't even have one drake on him. The man replied, "Get out now! I don't care for strangers!" Koran turned towards the door, and then realized that if he left, the guards would most certainly kill him. He turned towards the man again and said, "Please sir, I need a place to stay." "GET OUT!" Koran decided to take his chances with the guards, and turned to face the door. As he did so, he heard a rush of air as a silver dart buried itself in the wall, only an inch or so away from Koran’s ear. He dropped to the ground, and lashed out with his silver staff, striking the Kahjit’s leg. The man fell to the ground as Koran stood, and raised his staff, preparing to deliver the final blow. The man curled into a tight ball and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was rendered unconscious, and it was then that Koran realized how much liquor the man had actually drunk. Koran knelt down next to him, and checked for his pulse. Finding that the man was actually dead, Koran knelt closer, trying to find the reason. The dead man had been very drunk, but not enough to be lethal. Leaning closer to him, Koran smelt something that was definitely not alcohol. Looking around, he found a large array of contraband drugs on the nearby table that explained the man’s death. It was then that Koran realized that the house was now unoccupied, and as bad as he felt about it, the house was now his, if he wanted to make it his. “Housekeeping tip number one,” thought Koran. “Remove all dead bodies.”<br>Looking about the house, he found a large assortment of ingredients, and alchemic devices of moderate quality. He also found a door that led to a dark back alley. Dragging the man through the back door, he covered him with a blanket, and hid him behind some crates. Reflecting on his day, Koran decided it would be best if he got as much sleep as he could. He lay down on the bed, and set his staff down right next to it, just in case.
I wonder where Azan is…
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Post by Niccolo on May 21, 2005 21:23:10 GMT -5
Vendir chuckled as he sprinkled ground saltrice (not poisoned) over the sizzling meat.
"No, no, I didn't steal them. Some were passed on from my mother, the rest I bought with my...income."
He brought the plates of food over to the table, clearing aside a copy of "Flora of Vyrdenfell and Their Uses" to make space to eat.
"I must have not told you, my mother was an apothecary. She passed along most of her knowledge to me over the few years I knew her. You know, I never wanted to be a thief. My dream's to become an alchemist or an apothecary, my family's trade. I suppose if I move away from Balmora and get away from the Tong I could start a shop, but I don't have the money to move out of here."
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Post by GamerMan on May 22, 2005 0:01:38 GMT -5
the jaguar khajit had this brenton, watched him fight anohter strange man, and then go to his defeated opponent's house. Intreagued by this man, the khajit layed down at the side of the house listening in to their convos to keep him busy.
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 22, 2005 0:58:29 GMT -5
Taking a bite into the meat, Elthari noticed it tasted a little different from the crab up near his village. Hoping to lighten the mood, the breton gave a quick smirk in the direction of his host. "I must commend you, your food tastes very... not poisonous." It clicked in his mind just then. His town needed help, the reward was great, and it would be easy for a newcomer to begin a buisness with all the traders that passed through. A little fire danced in Elthari's eyes as he spoke, his voice slightly coarser than normal. "What would you say If I told you I could offer you the life of an apothecary? Or a chance one in any case..."
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Post by Niccolo on May 22, 2005 11:24:29 GMT -5
Vendir chuckled at Elthari's abrupt proposition. "I would say you're teasing me. I can't start a shop here, I'm wanted by too many people, and I'm too poor to move. Unless you have some magical way around that, I don't know how I could."
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 22, 2005 16:40:38 GMT -5
Hiding his excitement, Elthari went on with a straight face. "I never said I would give you one here... You see, my hometown of Khuul is in need of some help. If someone, say a freelancer, were to accompany me back and help out, I'm sure the people there would overlook any... past lapses of judgement. There is, of course, a healthy reward for lending a hand. Perhaps just enough for one to begin a shop..." The breton hoped he had hinted enough for the dark elf to understand his meaning.
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Post by Niccolo on May 22, 2005 21:54:43 GMT -5
"HELL YES!" Vendir shouted as he abruptly stood up, upsetting the table. The excitment was overwhelming. He could finally open a shop, make some money legally and he'd be finally free of the Tong.
"When can I start, and what kind of work'll I be doing?"
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 23, 2005 19:06:19 GMT -5
Elthari took a bite of the crab meat, its juices trailing down his mouth. He almost spit it out at Vendir's excitement. Nearly choking, the breton could hardly contain a hearty laugh. Finally, some progress! "Well, we would be leaving as soon as possible; though I am in need of a number of mercenaries. I was originally going to enlist the help of the guild of fighters, but I seem to recall you advising me otherwise...", Elthari took a moment to chew the meat in his mouth, "I must warn you, the job involves dealing with a very old disease. The Corprus seems to have returned. I can't tell you much more, as I'm not really all that sure of it myself. All that I know is that a number of newly infected stalkers have been ravaging Khuul for weeks. I was sent here to get help... the money you stole would be a small portion of the reward money. It would surely be enough to pay off any debts you might have, though I won't help you unless I have your word to help me." Elthari stopped talking for a moment as his finished off his meal, thankfulness showed in his eyes. "Let's make a deal, shall we? If you help me find more able bodies to fight, as well as help a little yourself, I will pay of any of your debt; I'd also give a good word for your alchemy," The breton patted his stomach soundly,"As well as for your skills as a cook."
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Post by Niccolo on May 24, 2005 20:19:28 GMT -5
(debt? what?)
"Sir, you do have a deal!" said Vendir, a wide grin on his face. "How are we going to get there though? If I leave all this, the Tong'll plunder it. And I son't have a guar to bring it with."
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