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

[Souplex]

Dar'Kiir heeded Bernard's warning and fled.
"Good luck out there!"
Bernard made a 20 gold bet with himself on whether Dar'Kiir would try to betray him.
Bernard examined the scrolls.
They were badly worn, and almost unreadable. Bernard could only read some of it. It vaguely described some sort of immensely powerful weapon.
The Dwarves made Numidium, so if they considered something immensely powerful, it was some serious business.
Ah well, nothing to do about it at the moment. Bernard was stuck playing the waiting game. His least favorite game.
Bernard found a comfy place to sit, (Easier said than done with the dwarves fixation on stone furniture) took out a book, and his sweetroll.

 

[booksv2]

"If youed like maybe when we get some free time I can teach you a thing or two, yes?

Nod at Hulgar after his offer.
"Maybe later you can show me some smithing, after we have gotten to the ruins."

Following Hulgar as he heads to the gate and walks with him in silence. looking around at all the people as he does, the looks of fear and anger on everyone's face words to the same on their lips.
I had forgotten how much vampire attacks terrorize city's. From now on I'm going to have to stay with those deserving of death.

 

[Clade-170]

Waiting for John to return from the keep I lean against the city walls watching out over the land before me, my arms crossed in a casual manner. Allot went through my mind in that moment, things like what iv ben through, people Iv met, and the life Iv left behind.

Back when I was a Soldier in the Stormcloak army I felt strong and felt that Talos himself guided me on the battlefield. I felt that what I was fighting for was right and noble, and still do. But when I really think about it I think the whole reason I joined was to prove to all who doubted me that I was more then just a poor, runaway child with a abusive past.

I wanted people to know that I had a heart of a warrior, that I would fight to the death for what I believed in. That maybe my deeds would match that of even Ysgramor. And I cant help think how odd it was, that even after all those years of abuse, I find myself thinking about my father. Had he actually grieved over my absence? or did he go right back to what he was doing, looking to make easy coin cozying up to that vile guild.

I sigh, "So...Banthel, where exactly are you from? if you don't mind me asking that is"

 

[booksv2]

Standing just a bit away from Hulgar i look over as he starts talking. Pulled out of my own thought's, mine about the land the first time i had walked through it and the changes that had happened in the last few hundred years.

So...Banthel, where exactly are you from? if you don't mind me asking that is.

Looking over and blinking a few times i shake my head and my ears flick a few time.
"My home..... Oh she is far far away. Deep in morrowind, my clan and family was killed in a bandit attack many many years ago. when i was young. I don't mind at all, but what was in the past should stay there. Because revenge and vengeance all kill the holder."

Looking at Hulgar firmly i tilt my head and point at him, circling my finger slightly at his face.
"You have seen hardship and lost close people. The eyes are the same. Maybe later i tell you secret for forgiveness."

Stepping aside into the shadows and keeping my eyes out of direct sun.
"I always have such a hard time in the sun. So bright. So direct."

 

[Captain Anon]

I reach the keep and head inside as I do the guard approaches me "yes?" he said walking up "I'm here to see someone about the "Vampire" problem I might be able to help" I said straightening up "wait here" he said before walking off

 

[Clade-170]

"You have seen hardship and lost close people. The eyes are the same. Maybe later i tell you secret for forgiveness."

A small smirk stretched over my face as I softly chuckle, "How could I forgive someone who made life a literal hell? someone who would have sold me, if it meant getting allot of money? The very person who gave me nothing in life but fresh, new, painful bruises? perhaps, in the future, I may grow lenient but I don't think I'm ready to forgive, just yet". I didn't mean to sound harsh, but, it was the truth of the matter. The words came out softly and quite, to the point to where just Banthel could hear.



"I always have such a hard time in the sun. So bright. So direct."

Hearing Banthel's words, and seeing him back away like that jolted something of a quite alarm in my head, like the voice in the back of my head was trying to tell me something. With that who'll vampire incident, and the faint recollection of what the bandits back at the cave were talking about racing through my mind.

I look at Banthel, unsure of what to think. was he actually a vampire? If so...then, how could I prove it?. But, just as fast as the thoughts came they started to sound somewhat silly, this was no doubt the same mentality that allowed men to be susceptible to turn on each other over a small suspicion.

Still, at a subconscious level, I couldn't help but wonder.

 

[Captain Anon]

as I wait for the guard to return I think on the details of the Boy Vampire "a young vampire has apparently killed his father and two others by sucking them dry of blood during the night, while the other two were killed on a dark and lonely street the father was killed in bed, a damn shame" I thought

 

[Clade-170]

The guard returned to John and said, "the Jarl would like to speak with you personally, dont do anything stupid"[/b]
and so the guard led him

Jarl Igmund

I was deep in thought, of how such a tragedy could befall this city. Sure its not the most pleasent city in skyrim. But vampires were seriously the last thing we needed. My uncle Raerek, who was my steward, discussed things with Ondolemar, Legate Emmanuel Admand, and Calcelmo. Leaving me free to carefully consider what to do next as far as dealling with the situation at hand. Then I see one of the guards bringing in the man who claimed he can possibly help.

I lean forward abit, showing a hint of skepticism and doupt. Sure the man before me looked capable, but one could never tell. "So..." I Begin "my men tell me you can help?" I shrug "Im all ears"...

 

[Captain Anon]

"my men tell me you can help? I'm all ears"

"I'm a senior member of The Companions and I have tracked and hunted Vampires for nearly 4 years now, I know their habits, possible persons they would feed on, how they worked inside and outside, I know how to kill them and have done so many times that I've lost count, I can help tracked your monster and then kill him and you Jarl Igmund don't have to waste a single man in trying to put just one scratch on your monster" I said with much pride and honor in my speech

 

[Clade-170]

Jarl Igmund

The man had confidence, Ill give em that much. But wheather or not he can help us remains to be seen. I lean back on my thrown some and bring my hand to my chin, a common posture of Jarls nowa days. "Impressive, Im sure you mean every word of it, but you must understand why I must be cautious in this situation yes?".

 

[Captain Anon]

"Impressive, Im sure you mean every word of it, but you must understand why I must be cautious in this situation yes?"

"of course, can never be too careful these days" I replied happily

 

[Clade-170]

I look at him more sternly, "good...then it seems were at an understanding". I thought a moment letting my gaze sweep the room letting out something of a sigh. "Forgive me, this whole matter is rather how shall I say? Tedious. How do you think you can help us? And what would you know that I dont?"

 

[Captain Anon]

"How do you think you can help us? And what would you know that I dont?"

"as I said I know their habits, how they work and it seems like there's something else something bigger, I may need to see the child and examine him, with him held down of course" I said being in my element

 

[Clade-170]

jarl Igmund

"the boys name is Falker, he is being held in the Dungeon, do what you must. Tell the head jailer he has explicit orders from the Jarl to aid you"

 

[Captain Anon]

"the boys name is Falker, he is being held in the Dungeon, do what you must. Tell the head jailer he has explicit orders from the Jarl to aid you"

"thank you but he may have wait a day or two as I have a very important ruin to investigate with some friends of mine and I'm already late so in a few nights I'll be back" I said starting to leave for the gate

 

[Clade-170]

Sees John walk through gates, "Hale Companion" I say standing back up "ya ready?"

 

[Captain Anon]

"hm ready as I'll ever be, let's get moving" I said walking up to them

 

[booksv2]

Jumping up to my feet i walk over and nod at John and Hulgar. Looking at them i settle my armor and nod.

"I'm ready to go. Lets head to this place we need to go."

Looking at john for a second i think.
I wonder what happened up in the palace. Did he become the vampire hunter? And what is this weird smell coming off of him? ill have to find out eventually, but for now i'm going to have to be careful.

 

[Souplex]

"A Dwemer child of eight can create a golem," he explained. "But only a truly great warrior and armorer can pretend to be one."

Bernard had finished his sweetroll, and reread one of his books.
He decided to take this moment to move the corpses of the bandits by the entrance to serve as a warning to any attackers.
Bernard then went back to his seat and took out another book.

Nchylbar had enjoyed an adventurous youth, but had grown to be a very wise, very old Dwemer who spent his life searching for the truth and dispelling superstitions. He invented much and created many theorems and logic structures that bore his name. But much of the world still puzzled him, and nothing was a greater enigma to him that the nature of the Aedra and Daedra. Over the course of his research, he came to the conclusion that many of the Gods were entirely fabricated by man and mer.

 

[Clade-170]

The trip took a better part of the day, as we hiked Skyrim's harsh tundra and cold lands. Stopping at settlement only when we needed to. However the land was a glorious sight to behold this time of year taking in the mountains and nature. This mild pleasantness, however, was short lived as we neared our destination. Winds picked up as snow fall increased creating something of a blizzard. After a while of hiking up a trail we begone thinking we took the wrong direction

"what a minute" I speak out barely making out the stone work with undeniable dwemer design to it. "look their we made it, lets get their and beat the cold yes?"