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

[Ruedyn]

"Scale-cousin smell... busy. Stares at Sun need more... live... bed... Need more. Fix Stares' head."

Idreon all but stopped paying attention to his extended family, caught by surprise by the money now in his hands. Glorious septims, didn't even need to steal em. He looked up at his cousin, quizzically as he moved his hand, to put it on his belt.

"This one Stares at Sun. No know cousin name... sorry."

And, in the blink of an eye, the money was snatched away, returned to it's rightful owner. Idreon suppressed a growl, making a low hiss instead. Then the orc spoke up, holding up a hand.

"My apologies for interrupting, but Stares-at-Sun, do you need medical help?"

"Oh, you heal too? You are full of surprises." Idreon let a bit of his bitterness creep into his voice, as Stares began talking about working to pay off his debts. He was seriously offering honest days work for a thing he was offering for free? The capitalist in Idreon couldn't help but abuse the situation a tad.

"If you're as good with that ax as you are bad with words, you might be unstoppable. I say we let him work for a healing; it's only fair. We'd be glad to bring you along, friend." the Thief held out his hand, for the bigger one to shake in agreement. Hopefully he understood the concept.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

"If you're as good with that ax as you are bad with words, you might be unstoppable. I say we let him work for a healing; it's only fair. We'd be glad to bring you along, friend."

Stares at Sun nodded at the proposal. He noticed the outstretched hand, he carefully placed the halberd's shaft into it and let the other Argonian hold it. Stares at Sun nodded a few times to himself. "Scale-cousin doesn't have shape for poleaxe, you think first, you think axe." The large Argonian took it back, holding it horizontally and pointing at the point and blade, the point and upper tip of the blade were much more worn than the cutting edge. "Too many caves and trees here, Argonian's good at sticking, poleaxe for sticking."

Despite finally hearing he could potentially be healed, Stares at Sun strongly believed the most pressing issue was that his distant racial relative didn't have the instinct to wield a polearm. He had also noticed the slight negative change in his voice, bad at social situations, Stars at Sun had assumed it was due to his lack of spear knowledge.

Blinking a few more times, Stars surveyed his surroundings. "My job, make things want us dead, dead, before make us dead." blinking slowly at his self inflicting confusion, Stares at Sun decided to just lean against the corral until he was ordered to do something. He made sure to acknowledge everyone's presence with a nod to each.

 

[Clade-170]

We approach umbra Idreon and the third man who appeared to be argonian though he was unlike any Argonian Iv ever seen. "Hey Idreon.." then faces Umbra "Hello Umbra" then looks at the tall Argonian man "Umm hi". I take a deep breath "so we did that bounty, his heads in that bag Johns holding and we made a friend who was being held captive their" I point to Banthel who seemed to be holding back "this is Banthel, he'll be accompanying us on our travels"

 

[booksv2]

Walk forward more and nod at all of them.
"Hi. I was in a bit of a sticky situation when these 2 walked in and slaughtered the bandits and opened the room I was in."

Blink at the healing magic and look at the orc.
"Its been a long time since I last saw a friendly orc."

Look at the 6 of us and smile.
Interesting group

 

[Clade-170]

Again I look at the taller Argonian man or at least I thought he was Argonian " Ummm I don't believe we met, names Hulgar I assume your along for the ride" I laughe extending my hand out to shake his in a friendly manor.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

"Ummm I don't believe we met, names Hulgar I assume your along for the ride"

Stares at Sun son blinked at Hulgar and reached out, finally recognizing the gesture now that a member of one of the races of men was performing it. Stares at Sun gave Hulgar a firm handshake with his rough, clawed hand.
"This one, Stares at Sun." The Argonian's expression was blank as the man laughed.

 

[Clade-170]

"Stares at sun? hmmm interesting name Ill be sure to remember that " finishing shacking his hand I turn to Idreon " we're going to cash in this bounty right quick and have a little R&R before we head to the ruins, need anything just come to us and we'll see if we can help"

 

[Souplex]

Spoiler: Bernard read the note once more

Mr. Bernard Durnon:
I need the assistance of a man of your considerable talents in obtaining a certain significant object from the Dwemer ruins of Raldbthar.
Its location is marked on the map included with this note.
I have assembled a team who will meet you on-location. They can fill you in on the details.
-A friend.

Bernard stood at the gates to the ruins of Raldbthar. If his research was to be believed, Raldbthar was a major market for the Dwemer peoples.
What's that? "Who's Bernard?" I hear you asking?

Spoiler: Bernard

Name: Bernard Durnon
Age: 32
Race: Breton

Equipment: Dwarven Piston Spear, Enhanced Dwarven Crossbow, Dwarven Bolts (An amount large enough that I don't have to track it, and 10 of each of the exploding varieties) Dwarven Shield, a full set of Dwarven armor.
Other items: Many books on the Dwemer, (The works of Calcelmo, Chimarvamidium etc.) an Attunement sphere, 20 lockpicks, a potion of cure disease, horker meat, eidar cheese, bread, and a sweetroll.
Appearance: 6 feet tall, large build, brown eyes, short brown hair, broom-handle mustache.

Skills: An expert on the Dwemer, their history, language, culture, and the types of hazards encountered in their ruins. Bernard has also mastered a technique thought lost since the third era: Casting magic while his hands are full. (The magic system of every elder scrolls game except Skyrim) He is highly skilled with a shield, spear, and heavy armor, proficient in Alteration and restoration magic, and a decent shot with a crossbow. He is not a stealthy man by any means, and his upbringing in Hammerfell has left him with a distaste for Illusion and conjuration magics.

Bio: A war orphan from Hammerfell, he was adopted and trained by a former Battlemage. His adoptive mother took great interest in the Dwemer ruins in Hammerfell. As Bernard got older he began to join in on expeditions to Dwemer ruins. Over time Bernard became an expert on the Dwemer, and is one of Hammerfell's leading Dwemer authorities.

Personality: Cocky, something of a man's man, loves to show how much smarter he is than everyone else.

Political outlook: Imperial. Bernard sees the empire as the only force capable of stopping the Thalmor, and knows that if Skyrim secedes, High Rock will be cut off from Cyrodiil geographically, and may secede as well. Exactly as he thinks the Thalmor planned when the White Gold Concordant was drafted. As a secret Talos worshiper, he feels it is his duty to support Talos' empire.

The Pale was a cold, windy, unpleasant place, and Bernard did not wish to do his waiting outside.
Bernard decided he would simply clear out the first area of the ruins, and await his companions inside.

 

[Captain Anon]

"right come on hulgar, I wanna cash in the bounty before the king's court closes" he said playfully dragging him off

 

[Souplex]

Bernard entered Raldbthar and was greeted with...
...Bandits.
Typical really. Bernard sometimes wondered if the bandits of Tamriel outnumbered the honest citizens. If you entered any cave, ruin, or fort in Tamriel you pretty much had a 25% chance of finding bandits.
A Khajiiti bandit yelled at him. "You picked a bad time to get lost!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Bernard spied a broken down Dwemer spider.
Paying little heed to the bandits, Bernard cast telekinesis to pull in the spider carcass, knocking the bandit on the back of the head with it.
"Fascinating, while the overall design seems similar to the animonculi of Hammerfell, there are subtle differences in the parts."
Bernard theorized that it had something to do with the Rourek clan that settled Hammerfell having used similar schematics, but that the designs diverged over time.
Bernard launched the animonculi carcass at the head of the Khajiiti bandit, knocking him unconscious.
He grabbed a small piece of Dwarven metal from inside his shield, and flicked it, causing a Dwarven spear to unfold.
"Attention bandits! I am here to deliver you to..."
Bernard took a moment to remember Nord folklore.
"...Sovengarde?"
Bernard cast IronFlesh on himself, and awaited the coming bandit horde.

 

[Clade-170]

"right come on hulgar, I wanna cash in the bounty before the king's court closes"

"Ok, Ok no need to force me about, Im a grown man..." I turn back to Idreon, "Like I said, need us well be around for a bit" then turning to Umbra and stares at sun "May the Divines guide you all". Then I fallow John heading back inside Markarth.

 

[deathbydeath]

"Oh, you heal too? You are full of surprises."

Umbra shrugged nonchalantly at the remark. "Hey, someone has to do it, so why not give it to the guy who shouldn't be in the fray anyways?" At this point, Umbra's two Nordic acquaintances arrive, themselves accompanied by a strange-hued Khajiit. Hulgar makes the introductions:

"This is Banthel. He'll be accompanying us on our travels." Banthel then turns and faces Umbra.

"It's been a long time since I have last seen a friendly Orc." At this comment, Umbra couldn't help but mutter to Idreon, "With that attitude, I'm not at all surprised." After Brunwulf dragged Hulgar off for monetary reasons, Umbra broke the silence. "So, what exactly are we doing here?"

 

[booksv2]

Watching Hulgar and John run off to collect the bounty I look around and lean against a fence post.

So, what exactly are we doing here?

"I believe we are just waiting for those two to come back and then we are off to whatever this quest you all are on.
So, can anyone fill me in more about what we are doing? All they told me was its a quest."

slide down the fence and sit criss cross on the ground as I look at up everyone still here.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Scale-cousin doesn't have shape for poleaxe, you think first, you think axe."

A large ax was given to him, and just as quickly taken away. He was less upset with this than the coin purse, but it was still annoying. Then he dribbled words, and came out as a mercenary. Or a particularly slow bandit. Either was fine, so long as he didn't mind subtle work.

"Hey Idreon.."

The argonian obliged with a small wave, keeping his attention between the horses and his cousin. The two introduced, as did the Khajiit that followed closely behind. They were going to go to sleep and rest, leaving Idreon to his work. Good.

"With that attitude, I'm not at all surprised. So, what exactly are we doing here?"

"Need to get a horse, then a day of riding. By the time we get there, should be night; optimal conditions I think." Tactical vagueness was in full use, admitting he was robbing the Thalmor in front of a slow cousin, who could talk about it without meaning to, and an unknown khajiit was not the brightest of ideas.

The argonian found the stable boy, and departed from the group to barter, leaving them to talk amongst each other. The boy was a stubborn kid, but admitting he had heard of 'Discount horses' from his 'friends' at the Thieves Guild really opened him up to more fair bartering. In the end, he got 2 for 150 septims. He headed towards the two in question, a black and white stallion and a bigger, brownish one. He didn't know much about horses...

 

[Captain Anon]

walking up through the market I pay for a bread roll feeling hungry after all that bounty hunting, it was less busy now that the sun was setting less people going around now but anyway reaching the keep went inside a guard approaches us "yes?"" he said asking what our business was "we're here to claim a bounty on a bandit leader" I replied "one moment" he said walking off

 

[Clade-170]

While waiting for the guard I let out a yawn, "Nothing like a honest days work, eh pal" I laugh thinking about what we accomplished today. "You know, I havent ben brushing up on my smithing skills in a while, perhaps when I get the chance I can forge a new shield" I say thinking out loud.

 

[Captain Anon]

"Nothing like a honest days work, eh pal"

"You know, I haven't been brushing up on my smithing skills in a while, perhaps when I get the chance I can forge a new shield"

deciding to now of all times to have that bread roll "yeah nothing like it" I said laughing with him while I eat my roll "hm I need to attach this Wolf Pelt to my armor when I get the chance" I said replying to what he said about his smithing

 

[Souplex]

Bernard was charged by a trio of angry looking Nord bandits.
"Skyrim belongs to the Nords!"
"Only as much as it does to the Giants, Falmer, the Dwemer, the Empire, and the Forsworn."
As far as Bernard was concerned, the most legitimate claims to ownership of anything in Tamriel were the Aedra who weren't around for their ownership to matter, and the Hist, who were trees.
Bernard ran one of the bandits through.
"Victory or Sovengarde!"
Ah, so it was Sovengarde.
The second bandit did not take kindly to this, and swung his battleaxe at Bernard only to have Bernard's shield intercept it.
"Thank you, that was going to bug me all day."
Bernard bashed the attacker with his shield, then stabbed at him with his spear. The bandit however, as more skilled than he appeared, and nimbly leaped back. Unfortunately for the bandit however, Bernard pressed a button on the shaft of his spear, causing it extend further, into his foe's chest. Bernard pressed the button once more, causing it to return to normal length.
The third bandit, upon seeing this display came to the sensible conclusion.
"No more! I yield! I yield!"
Bernard would have really liked to believe that, but he found that nobody in Tamriel ever actually surrendered, they simply ran, rested, and attacked again.
Bernard held two buttons on opposite sides of his spear, causing it to collapse down, and put it in the slot inside his shield. He then drew his crossbow and took aim at the fleeing bandit.
"Sorry."
Bernard fired his Dwarven bolt into the back of the bandit, who was wounded, but still alive.
"I'm very sorry."
The bolt in the bandit's back exploded in a fiery blaze, killing the bandit.

 

[Clade-170]

"hm I need to attach this Wolf Pelt to my armor when I get the chance"

"Should be no problem at all" I nod already thinking in my mind how I can pull it off. Then the guard came back, he looked between the bolth of us "The Steward would see you now". And we fallow the guard to him...

 

[Captain Anon]

"The Steward would see you now"

"good" I said as we enter the Jarl's Court going up the stairs I look to my right and cringe at the sight of The Thamlor soldiers after staring at them for a good minute I continue towards The Steward