Secrets of the Dwemer: A Skyrim RP (open, PM to enter)

[Ruedyn]

Hulgar decided to go the easy way, the same patriotic jingoism he'd heard from every Nord and their ax swinging dread wolves. A weak Empire is made weaker when one of their strongest factions, smack dab in the middle of everything decides to start swinging axes because they don't get their way.

The one named..... John? he offered a better hook. And, well, I was in this far. In for a penny, in for a pound, as someone somewhere had surely said.

"The Nords? Natives? It's like you forgot that this was a land of elves, Falmer in fact. Or do we all just... forget that you commit genocide? Justified, perhaps, but this land is not yours. Nothing is yours, everything can be taken with swift hands, a sword, or an army depending on scale." The Barkeep shoved a drink into my hands and held out his hand. I drop a few septims, and turn back to the Nords. Clearing my throat, I properly introduce myself with a bow.

"And now we give names? I am Idreon, traveler and mercenary. Apparently I've fallen on hard times when I wasn't looking." I sigh and take a seat again, taking a sip. "... I'm actually very surprised there's no spit in here."

 

[Captain Anon]

"but then Skyrim isn't a part of the Imperial territory and yeah this was a land of the Falmer but as you said everything can be taken" I say raising his mug "a pleasure to meet you" I say

 

[Clade-170]

I smile and somewhat chuckle, "listen to us ramble on about politics, its clearly going no where". Then I notice an Ork sitting near Idreon, " I don't suppose you wish to join the discussion...do you?".

 

[SirPlindington]

EDIT: Oh no it's already started! Ahhhhhh! Just ignore this, kthxbai.

 

[Captain Anon]

bringing up post

 

[Captain Anon]

nevermind

 

[deathbydeath]

"Or do we all just... forget that you commit genocide?"

Now the conversation was getting interesting for Umbra. The debaters had sheathed the usual trite quotes and started on the interesting stuff. The Orc took another sip of wine before leaning in closer to the Argonian and whispering something in his ear:

"... I'm actually very surprised there's no spit in here."

At this point Umbra entered the ring with a witty comment. He scooted closer to the table and peered into the lizardman's cup. "Huh. If I were you, I'd check for piss as well." His quip was followed by a question from one of the Nords.

"Listen to us ramble on about politics; it's clearly going nowhere"

"I beg to differ. At this point the argument is actually reaching out to relevant topics without relying on pre-digested rhetoric. And yes, I guess I already threw my hat into the ring." Umbra leaned back to get a comfortable position where he was sitting and took a huff of his pipe, ready to begin.

 

[Captain Anon]

"Listen to us ramble on about politics; it's clearly going nowhere"

"I beg to differ. At this point the argument is actually reaching out to relevant topics without relying on pre-digested rhetoric. And yes, I guess I already threw my hat into the ring."

I finish off my mead "hold on I want to hear this, I'll just get another drink" I say turning towards Kleppr "another" I said sliding the mug to him "no spit" I said as he caught it, I glaring at him and he glares back then nods and fills up the mug again I watch him this time and then he passes it back, I then sit back down near the Orc and wait for the discussion to continue

 

[Clade-170]

[HEADING=1]Main Event[/HEADING]​

Before I can get another word in, yet another man entered the Inn. He wore a hooded robe like the ones youed typically would see a priest wear. Yet something tolled me this man was no priest. His face was hidden anough to the point were I couldnt tell if he were a Nord Breton or Imperial, I knew for certain he was no Elf of any kind, and he couldnt be Argonian cause well...it would be apparent. He looked around as if studying the crowd, his attention settled on us. He approached us and studied us individually as if he were inspecting troops or something. He smiled and took a seat in the most casual matter, "let me guess..." he began "your all looking to make some coin...well...I have a job offer for any one courageous and bold enough to take it". Then he paused and looked around for someone to reply.


I stare at the man some what puzzled, I cross my arms and ask "exactly what kind of
"Job" we talking? and who are you?". The man only grinned some more, "Who I am is of
no importance right now, all you need to know Is that I have a large some of gold at
my disposal for someone to merely retrieve an Item of interest". again he paused
and waited for one of us to reply...

 

[Captain Anon]

while enjoying my cold mead I hear the words for a stranger who had sit down with us "a large some of gold, job, courageous", speaking up "a Quest of Bravery and Wealth? you have peek my interest" leaning closer I say "tell me more about this Item of Interest stranger" I wait for The Stranger to reply

 

[Ruedyn]

"Huh. If I were you, I'd check for piss as well."

"I'd have noticed... probably, it is pretty cheap." I look at it for a second, and take a sniff as the far less armed one spoke up again.

"Listen to us ramble on about politics; it's clearly going nowhere"

"The immortal words of the losing side." I mutter to myself, smirking and putting down the cup. Kleppr won this mind game, I could see him glaring at me again. I give a wink and return to the Orc.

"I beg to differ. At this point the argument is actually reaching out to relevant topics without relying on pre-digested rhetoric. And yes, I guess I already threw my hat into the ring."

"Here-here!" I say grinning, an educated Orc was always fun to see. Getting one to drink was also fun. The Nord orders something else from Kleppr, seeming to misunderstand the Argonian's dilemma. Ignorance of racism must make a nicer life, I think while rolling my eyes, leaning on the counter. A man enters the bar, and walks towards us. However he seemed to guess from a political discussion that we were all actually merc's. I just roll with it, famine was not fun for any merc's.

"Let me guess... you're all looking to make some coin...? Well...I have a job offer for any one courageous and bold enough to take it."

"A specific amount of coin makes me a very bold Argonian indeed. Until I see a septim, you can try another group." I say, rubbing my fingers together, smirking again. "Though, finding someone with my skill is as rare as finding a Dragon bard."

 

[Clade-170]

"tell me more about this Item of Interest stranger"

"It is an ancient relic of great historical value, we believe its located here somewhere in Skyrim, the people I work for are willing to pay through the nose to get it", then he sighed and crossed his arms. "But that's just it, if we knew where it was well..." he shrugs, "I wouldnt be here hiring people such as yourselves".


"A specific amount of coin makes me a very bold Argonian indeed. Until I see a septim, you can try another group."


The man nodded and grinned, "hmmm...you wish to see the money do you? why? do you not
trust me?" the man says joking around but then got more serious. "Alright Argonian,
think about this, the Item itself is extremely valuable, Im sure youd find
a number of people willing to pay allot of money for it...but I usure you" he said with
the most dead serious tone ever, "we WILL top any other offer". then he raised
one finger as if recalling something, "Iv neglected to mention, their is another group
interested in gaining possession of it as well, this must not happen...or els no one
gets paid".


Though tempting as it was, I still was somewhat unsure of the man. "Who is this, other
group? or are you not liable to tell us that as well" I say voicing my clear
distrust.



The man only looked at me and said, "Your likely to find out soon enough anyways,
very well" he paused a moment realizing the seriousness of what he is about to reveal
"...they are...the Thalmor"...

 

[Ruedyn]

"Alright Argonian, think about this, the Item itself is extremely valuable, I'm sure you'd find a number of people willing to pay allot of money for it...but I assure you, we WILL top any other offer."

"Yet proof remains in such little supply." I say, leaning back and picking my nails. The Man continues on, undaunted.

"I've neglected to mention, there is another group interested in gaining possession of it as well, this must not happen...or else no one gets paid."

"That should go without saying." I monotone, as one of the more gullible Nords falls for the bait. Or perhaps the two were in league with each other, scam artists...

"You're likely to find out soon enough anyways, very well... they are... the Thalmor"

I can feel my eyebrow raise in skepticism, the man was being a massive drama queen about this, but there was something there. The chance to fight his father's enemy certainly SOUNDED interesting, but this was a predominately Nord town. The second Thalmor was mentioned, he could practically hear every proud Nord diving for their favorite ax while giving shifty eyes to anyone not born a Nord.

"Hm... Name dropping Skyrim's biggest enemy? How are we to know this isn't a trick *by* the Thalmor, to find 'traitors'? Though, in the interest of playing along, let's hear more about what this is about. Consider me hired if it helps you sleep at night."

 

[Clade-170]

"Hm... Name dropping Skyrim's biggest enemy? How are we to know this isn't a trick *by* the Thalmor, to find 'traitors'? Though, in the interest of playing along, let's hear more about what this is about. Consider me hired if it helps you sleep at night."


"hmmm...your no mere Mercenary brute one would come upon in this land, Im sorry, I just cant tell you much more about my situation I can tell you that our sources are valid. their is an Item here of great interest certainly enough interest to where the Thalmor have began looking for it themselves, Were willing to pay top coin to make sure it doesnt fall in their hands, if this doesnt interest you then you are most certainly welcomed to just walk the other way...if you are interested, then I would recommend that you start looking in the Dwemer ruins of Raldbthar" http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Raldbthar


Then it appeared that something alarmed the man, he stood and before he left he said "their here, I have to go if you find it, look for a man named Gladius at Falkreath, hell pay you your money and take the Item off your hands". And then he leaves in a hurry, moments later two Thalmor soldiers enter the Inn and look around clearly looking for someone. "YOU, THE NORD IN THE FUR ARMOR" called one of the men. I ignored the man and continued drinking my mead, The Thalmor was clearly enraged. They both approached me, "you will answer me when I talk to you, human!!!" still I ignored the man. He reached over and pushed aside my mead onto the ground, my blood began to boil and my hand began to curl into a fist. I look up to the Thalmor "Yes?" I say with clear irritation. "A man wearing hooded robes was seen entering this place, do you know know anything about that?!" asked the soldier. I shook my head, "Nope...I dont know nothing, now if youl excuse me I..." I stood to walk away but they force me back down, I grew ever more angry. "You may leave when we say you can understand?" I did nothing but hold back the urge to draw Death Dealer from its shieth. They look to John Idreon and the Ork, "The Thalmor demands your cooperation, if you know anything about the man we described you are to report so to any Thalmor official" he then looks down to me, "That includes you, Nord"...

 

[Captain Anon]

"you will answer me when I talk to you, human!!!"

"You may leave when we say you can understand?"

when the Thalmor forces Hulgar to sit back down my blood boils and I stand and get in between Hulgar and the Thamlor "alright look we ain't seen no man in a hood It's been the four of us that just entered recently and yeah you may demand answers and respect but that doesn't mean you'll will receivce it you got to earn it first, so how about you go back to the pit you came from and crawl back in before I cut your damn head for threatening my friend, pick up your head and walk off for the Thamlor Ebassey, then I throw your decapitated head in Elenwen's feet and say "that's one down"" I say letting out some Blood Lust and Killing Intent while my hand rests on my Blades sword

 

[Clade-170]

I stand beside John, "Take his advice friend, I aint scared to fight you people and something tells me my friend isnt either...We tolled you we knew nothing and we ment it".

The Thalmor looked at us bolth, "I should have you bolth executed for your defiance, unfortunately, I have neither the time or patience to make it so...But If I learn that you have lied to me I Guarantee you...it will happen". And the two Soldiers walk away...

 

[Captain Anon]

"and may the door punch you on the way out!" I shout as they leave I then turn to Hulgar "thanks that could of turned ugly" I say sitting back down "so i don't know about you three but I need the coin, so who's with me?"

 

[Clade-170]

"aye" I say, "No harm in checking into it, especially if it means undermining those Thalmor bastards". I turn to Idreon, "come on, surely you wouldnt want to miss out at making some coin...come on, Itl be fun, or are you the loner type?". I then turn to the Ork, "I apologies, I dont believe I caught your name"...

 

[deathbydeath]

So, if I accept this commission, then I'm paired with at least two heroic warriors with serious authority issues. Could be worse.

During the entire time with the Hooded Man and the Thalmor, Umbra sat reclined in his new favorite chair and enjoyed his tobacco. His interest started reading its head, certainly, and he also liked pissing in the Thalmor's morning milk, but he was still just a old, scholarly Orc who needed to give a few more lectures.

"I'm still not sold on the whole 'treasure hunting' shtick yet." Umbra decided to voice his thoughts out loud this time. "I'm not what I was, [sub]which was never much,[/sub] and I'm not cut out for galavanting up and around the country anyways. The job certainly doesn't look boring, but that might actually be a negative for me. Also, I'm Umbra Rimph."

 

[Captain Anon]

BUMPING