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Loyalty or No SV you Are the Daedra

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[X] "If 'we're' leaving tonight?" Turn to Morlia. "Did you enlist him while I was away or something?"
[X] Ask him conversationally, well withing earshot of Freya: "So how long have you fancied Freya?"
[X] Mumble "Daedra-cleaning technique!" Just loud enough for your companions to hear you, and absorb the blood and other grime covering you, then disgorge it somewhere down a drain or something when the opportunity presents itself.
 
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    • "If 'we're' leaving tonight?" You don't recall mentioning anything like that. "Did you enlist him while I was away or something?" You ask Morlia in your most subtle fashion.

    "Erm... no?" Morlia's eyes flick between Freyja, Lucas and you then she leans closer. "If you didn't want your guard friend to know you recruited him maybe you should have mentioned that to him." She hisses, voice only just audible.

    "If you want his company you three are more than welcome to it." Freyja crosses her arms over her mailed chest and rolls her eyes. "I'll not be arresting him until he's actually done something, in my sight, to deserve it. If you can get him out of my city I know I'll be grateful" You almost mentioned him breaking out of his cell but Freyja probably already knows about that and it's not really helpful. You refrain, barely.

    "You wound me," Lucas' dry tone doesn't even win a smile from Freyja. "Is the heart in your chest composed only of ice, fair Freyja?" Freyja opens her mouth to reply. You beat her to it.

    "So, how long have you fancied Freyja?" Freyja stares at you like you've grown a second head. Lucas starts laughing, a light sound that's not breathy so much as sounding like he's almost out of breath. Freyja punches him in the shoulder, he just laughs harder.

    "Oh be quiet it's not that funny." Freyja's words are not enough to stop Lucas laughing and she scowls. "He's a friend Fast, nothing more nothing less and I'm his only friend."

    "Yeah, she's not my type." Lucas manages to contain his amusement, smile still dancing on his face. "But seriously, I should get my stuff together to get away from here."

    "Oh, yeah, go ahead I guess. We can come help once the Count's said his piece." You offer and Lucas almost seems to flinch at the suggestion.

    "Uhm, okay. Just, uh, come down to the Evening Lark Inn." He tells you reluctantly.

    "Really?" Freyja seems surprised.

    "Did you think I was lounging on a horde of misappropriated wealth in a basement somewhere?" Lucas raises a brow at Freyja.

    "Not exactly...."

    "Uh huh... well I'm out of here. Enjoy meeting our glorious Count." Lucas waves over his shoulder and disappears down a side street.

    "Freyja?" Diana's using a wheedling tone, like she's ten years younger than she actually is. "How does a guard become a thief's only friend?"

    "By arresting him several dozen times for stupid, petty offences and trying to get him to buck his ideas up." Freyja admits than sighs. "It's not worked, getting him a fresh start might be better than anything I've managed."

    "So if we bring him back as a decorated knight on a white charger to sweep you off your feet...?" Diana presses innocently.

    "W-What?!" Freyja splutters, cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. Diana grins and sets about teasing the guard in earnest. You start towards the keep, Diana trailing with Freyja behind you and Morlia a little in front of you and you minions guarding the rear, front and sides. Not that you think anything that'll happen but it never hurts to be sure.

    "Daedra-cleaning-technique."

    By the time that you arrive at the count's doors you're clean. Morlia almost comments on it before shaking her head and turning her attention to the Count's steward. The count is, apparently, dealing with a particularly truculent farmer and if you'd all like to wait you'll be sent in whenever he's done.

    Which could be in five minutes to several hours. Whatever happens you're shown to a waiting room dotted with several other people who give your group several second glances when you enter. A pair of argonians, a high elf in clothes that could probably be sold to buy a house, three young redguards huddled in a corner and a tiny woodelf with a harp.

    You have some time to kill.

    [ ] Talk to your companins
    -[ ] suggest topics and who specifically

    [ ] Meet some of these other people
    -[ ] Choose two

    [ ] Write in something

    Late update is laaaaate on the other hand I had fun writing it :D
     
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    • [X] Ask the Argonians if they happen to know where you could find some Hist sap.
    -[X] You wonder what it would do to a deadra of Order.
     
    [X] Ask the Argonians if they happen to know where you could find some Hist sap.
    -[X] You wonder what it would do to a deadra of Order.
     
    [X] Talk to your companions.
    -[X] Ask Fair Freya how an interesting woman like her came to be working in so boring a guard corps.
    -[X] Catch your friends up on the details of the medresi thing.
    [X] Meet some of these other people
    -[X] The tiny wood elf.
    -[X] The expensive High elf.
    --[X] Be friendly and try to scope out what their business is here, but let them steer the conversation if they want to.
     
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    Diana is best girl! :D
    Kyrina said:
    "Erm... no?" Morlia's eyes flick between Freyja, Lucas and you then she leans closer. "If you didn't want your guard friend to know you recruited him maybe you should have mentioned that to him." She hisses, voice only just audible.
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    Huh. Last I heard, we asked him to act as an informant and look into the DB until we returned, not accompany us...

    NeverDies said:
    [X] Ask the Argonians if they happen to know where you could find some Hist sap.
    -[X] You wonder what it would do to a deadra of Order.
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    Knight-Radiant said:
    [X] Ask the Argonians if they happen to know where you could find some Hist sap.
    -[X] You wonder what it would do to a deadra of Order.
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    LinkOnScepter said:
    [X] Ask the Argonians if they happen to know where you could find some Hist sap.
    -[X] You wonder what it would do to a deadra of Order.
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    Wow, that's simultaneously racist, religiously insensitive and directed at the most oppressed playable minority. Good job, fellas.

    Argonians worship the hist, so any use of hist sap for them almost certainly has ritual significance, the expectation that they could hook you up with some, despite probably not even being from Black Marsh, and likely being n-generation Cyrodilians, is likely to cause offence.

    There is a reason that the only hist sap you see being used away from black marsh is stolen as fuck.

    That's basically a cross between going up to some random black dude and asking if he knows how to hook you up with some drugs, and going up to a random Christian and asking "Got any sacramental wine? I'mma get wasted!"

    :p

    In seriousness, I'm not 100% sure, but I think that would go down really badly.

    [X] Talk to your companions.
    -[X] Ask Fair Freya how an interesting woman like her came to be working in so boring a guard corps.
    -[X] Catch your friends up on the details of the medresi thing.
    [X] Meet some of these other people
    -[X] The tiny wood elf.
    -[X] The expensive High elf.
    --[X] Be friendly and try to scope out what their business is here, but let them steer the conversation if they want to.
     
    Skewfiend said:
    Diana is best girl! :DHuh. Last I heard, we asked him to act as an informant and look into the DB until we returned, not accompany us...

    Wow, that's simultaneously racist, religiously insensitive and directed at the most oppressed playable minority. Good job, fellas.

    Argonians worship the hist, so any use of hist sap for them almost certainly has ritual significance, the expectation that they could hook you up with some, despite probably not even being from Black Marsh, and likely being n-generation Cyrodilians, is likely to cause offence.

    There is a reason that the only hist sap you see being used away from black marsh is stolen as fuck.

    That's basically a cross between going up to some random black dude and asking if he knows how to hook you up with some drugs, and going up to a random Christian and asking "Got any sacramental wine? I'mma get wasted!"

    :p

    In seriousness, I'm not 100% sure, but I think that would go down really badly.

    [X] Talk to your companions.
    -[X] Ask Fair Freya how an interesting woman like her came to be working in so boring a guard corps.
    -[X] Catch your friends up on the details of the medresi thing.
    [X] Meet some of these other people
    -[X] The tiny wood elf.
    -[X] The expensive High elf.
    --[X] Be friendly and try to scope out what their business is here, but let them steer the conversation if they want to.
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    Hey, I didn't know. But I'm not good at planning so I picked the first one.
     
    Skewfiend said:
    Wow, that's simultaneously racist, religiously insensitive and directed at the most oppressed playable minority. Good job, fellas.
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    Its the trifecta.

    LinkOnScepter said:
    Hey, I didn't know. But I'm not good at planning so I picked the first one.
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    I notice you didn't change your vote.

    [X] Talk to your companions.
    -[X] Ask Fair Freya how an interesting woman like her came to be working in so boring a guard corps.
    -[X] Catch your friends up on the details of the medresi thing.
    [X] Meet some of these other people
    -[X] The tiny wood elf.
    -[X] The expensive High elf.
    --[X] Be friendly and try to scope out what their business is here, but let them steer the conversation if they want to.
     
    Dark as Silver said:
    Its the trifecta.


    I notice you didn't change your vote.

    [X] Talk to your companions.
    -[X] Ask Fair Freya how an interesting woman like her came to be working in so boring a guard corps.
    -[X] Catch your friends up on the details of the medresi thing.
    [X] Meet some of these other people
    -[X] The tiny wood elf.
    -[X] The expensive High elf.
    --[X] Be friendly and try to scope out what their business is here, but let them steer the conversation if they want to.
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    Yes I did. I chose the latest one. Hold on.
     
    Well I was gonna update tonight buuuut I got distracted by the men's gymnastics soooo update tomorrow afternoon/evening. :)
     
    Man, where is everyone?

    I swear we had more than four people.
     
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    • "So, my fair friend Freyja, how did an interesting woman came to be working in so boring a guard corps?" After the exchange between her and Lucas you're even more interested than you were. She's clearly not popular with her boss but she's still doing the job and going out of her way to help at least one criminal.

    "I used to work with a, well I suppose we were mercenaries, but I didn't like the direction we were heading. I quit, came here and joined the guards. I've never fancied the Fighter's guild as a career and, you know, there's no routine in travelling and adventuring around Cyrodiil. Guarding on the other hand...." She trails off with a smile and a slight shake of her head.

    "Nothing but routine, except for when it isn't." You supply. Patrols have to be pretty regular that's the whole point of them and standing guard isn't much different you imagine. "I guess I messed up your routine then?"

    "So very, very much." Freyja agrees, her voice dry. "Not that I mind, I was thinking about trying to get in contact with my old group. You reminded me why I wanted a routine so much in the first place." Well that's good at least.

    "Oh, I should probably catch you guys up with what happened with Medresi." You say, the thought just occuring to you that you've provided them the barest of details to far. That could probably use fixing, besides it's a great story and deserves a suitably epic retelling.

    "Please do, Fast." You set about describing the scene in the basement. Freyja nods along, you imagine some of it she heard some of Medresi's mad cackling. When you describe where Medresi's teleport transported you Freyja's brows knot together.

    "That sounds like the Ayleid well ruins east of here, I wouldn't have thought it was a particularly habitable place." She murmurs. That... makes a amount of sense. Certainly explain the well thing that seemed to be powering some of her spells.

    "I suppose it must be, I'm not a geography expert." You admit cheerily and continue your epic description of your fight with Medresi, or rather your fight with Medresi's various minions. First the spiders, which get a couple of shudders, then the spider daedra. Morlia actually seems interested in that, if slightly put off that Medresi managed a major summoning without screwing it up, not that she says anything. Diana and Freyja are more worried about the whole 'powerful daedra trying to kill you' aspect of the story.

    "So you just... killed her?" Diana asks when you sort of gloss over that part.

    "I tried to get her to surrender. It didn't work out and it wasn't like there was much of a choice after that." It was either act or get killed yourself. Acting seemed like the safer course.

    "And... you're okay about that?" Diana asks quietly.

    "Yeah, 'course." You want to be somewhere else, not talking about this. "Anyway I was thinking of getting to know some of the people here, might be useful...." You scoot off towards the woodelf with the harp.

    "Hi!" You greet the elf brightly.

    "Hello.... may I help you with something? Perhaps a song?" The hopeful eager smile on the elf's face is very difficult to refuse. They pluck a couple of strings on the harp, eager to play it seems.

    "I was more curious about why you're trying to see the Count."

    "Oh, I heard that Count Hassildor lacks court musicians. I'm here to offer my humble skills." The elf explains with a gesture to their harp. "I've been warned not to get my hopes up, it was the Countess who hired musicians and the Count hasn't shown any interest since... you know."

    "Is it unusual for a Count not to have court musicians or, I dunno, a bard or something?" You ask and the woodelf shrugs.

    "It's the current fashion, not nearly as disastrous as lacking a court mage, but it does provoke some gossip back in the Imperial City." Count Hassildor must get gossiped about a fair bit given his less than stellar relationship with the mages guild in his city. On the other hand he seems to be an effective governor, as far as you can tell at least.

    "Huh, well I wouldn't mind hearing some if you want to practise a bit." The wood elf beams at you and starts plucking out a series of delicate notes on the harp. You're no expert on music, you know what you like and that's about it, and this sounds as about as generically 'harp-like' as it gets.

    You notice that you're attracting glances. Morlia shoots you an exasperated one but seems pleased that the only disruption your causing is some quite pleasant music. You offer her a thumbs up and she scowls. Your face would fall comically if you had one, as it is you let your shoulders slump exaggeratedly and turn back to the wood elf.

    "Excuse me," it's the well dressed high elf, he sounds posher than he looks. "Do you mind, some of us are composing ourselves and do not need the distraction of this... racket."

    "I thought it was quite good." The high elf sneers at you. His hair is scraped back over his head to fall in a flawless platinum blonde line past his shoulders. There's something very punch-able about his thin, bloodless face.

    "That does not preclude it being a distraction." The high elf sneers.

    "What's so important for a little, quiet music to be a severe distraction from it?" You demand, anger bubbling up in your chest.

    "I represent the interests of a group of old families of this city. We feel our interests are not being considered by our gracious Count with the proper weight they should." Well that explains the snobbish air and the arrogance.

    "And what interests would those be?" You ask, already assuming the worst. Not being able to grind their collective heels into those beneath them enough would seem to be about right.

    "The guard postings, tax burdens, adjudication on land ownership quibbles. Nothing I'm sure would affect either yourself or your friend." Well... he's probably right about that. You aren't planning to buy any property or hanging around long enough for guard posting to become an issue you care about, beyond Freyja's personal happiness anyway.

    "Quibbles?"

    "Old settlements between families are always being reevaluated and renegotiated, better to have someone independent to settle them than fight among ourselves." That sounds like a recipe for annoying Count Hassildor on a regular basis.

    "I see, I'll stop disturbing your peace then." The musician murmurs and places a hand to the harp strings, stilling them and killing the gentle sound. "Although if it's so important that you think without distraction from music I wouldn't have thought explaining yourself would have taken more of your precious thinking time."

    The high elf flushes and very pale, delicate pink and sweeps away. The musician giggles a little and you turn back to them, another question on your metaphorical lips.

    "The Count will see the company of Morlia Ardyn." A steward announces. That's you, so you have no more time to talk.

    "That's my group, good luck when you see the Count. Some music would really liven the place up." It might even get Count Hassildor to crack a smile once in a while.

    "Good luck yourself, maybe put in a good word for me if you think it'll help? Name's Tyrilli."

    Then you're entering the Count's hall. The pale, dark haired, Draculaesque Count of Skingrad is sitting on his throne levelling an expectant gaze at you. "This is faster than I expected. Unless you are foolish enough to return without a result for me."

    "Well Fast is my name, so...." you don't get so much as a flicker of a smile from the vampire. Time to try seriousness again. "I found the person responsible for the spider issues your city has been experiencing. A renegade mage named Medresi was responsible, I caught her in the act."

    "What did you do with her?" The Count asks. He must know, if you'd taken her prisoner she'd be here asking him for mercy.

    "I confronted her, she attacked me and I was forced to kill her when she refused to let me take her in peacefully." You explain. The Count arches a brow.

    "You have proof of this I presume." He says coolly. You nod and produce your evidence.

    "Ew, gross!" Diana squeaks and edges away from you. You produce the diary you found.

    "This is Medresi's diary, it records her efforts to infest Skingrad, particularly the homes of members of the mages' guild, with spiders." You offer the diary and a steward whips it out of your hand and takes it too Count Hassildor. The vampire opens the slim book and scans through the pages with inhuman quickness. Maybe his being a vampire is just an open secret? Everyone knows but no one talks about it because it's impolite so he doesn't care about displaying parts of his inhuman nature.

    He finishes fast and shuts the book with a snap. "On a cursory examination it would seem that you are correct. There will be further investigation to verify this information you understand but for now I'm willing to allow this obelisk of yours to remain so long as it poses no threat." Well that seems reasonable, a relief even.

    [ ] Anything else to say to the Count?
    -[ ] Put in a good word of Tyrilli?
    -[ ] Write ins always welcome

    UPDATE~ No pesky gymnastics to distract me this time!
     
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    • [X] "Oh yes, there's also an elven muscisian outside that is hoping to get hired. He's really good, and I'm sure having him will really liven up the place."
    -[X] "Also, there's a posh high elf noble here who wants to talk to you about, and I quote, ""The guard postings, tax burdens, adjudication on land ownership quibbles."
     
    Dark as Silver said:
    Would it be possible to put the obelisk on a cart and bring it with us?
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    I blame Butchock and his insistent batman votes.
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    The crystal can not be moved. It marks the spot where a Spring of Order touches this world.

    Also, sorry we haven't been around much lately, blueboy and I have been working on something big. Stay tuned, we should be ready once your meeting with Dracula done.
     
    LinkOnScepter said:
    [X] "Oh yes, there's also an elven muscisian outside that is hoping to get hired. He's really good, and I'm sure having him will really liven up the place."
    -[X] "Also, there's a posh high elf noble here who wants to talk to you about, and I quote, ""The guard postings, tax burdens, adjudication on land ownership quibbles."
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    What are we, a secretary? :p

    [X] "I hope now that I have proven myself enough to at least not be dismissed out of hand. I know things I probably shouldn't, among which is the nature of your wife's affliction, and that you are undeserving of the suffering it brings you."
    -[X] "I also know that the closest of the possible cures is that provided by melisande of drakelowe village."
    --[X] "I will impinge no further on your time."

    If he eventually takes us up on our advice, then we gain a very powerful figure who is inclined to believe our discontinuous knowledge. That is worth being serious for a bit for, as I doubt that Hassildor will respond at all well to levity.
     
    [X] "I hope now that I have proven myself enough to at least not be dismissed out of hand. I know things I probably shouldn't, among which is the nature of your wife's affliction, and that you are undeserving of the suffering it brings you."
    -[X] "I also know that the closest of the possible cures is that provided by melisande of drakelowe village."
    [X] "Oh yes, there's also an elven muscisian outside that is hoping to get hired. He's really good, and I'm sure having him will really liven up the place."
    --[X] "I will impinge no further on your time."
     
    Verminlord said:
    The crystal can not be moved. It marks the spot where a Spring of Order touches this world.

    Also, sorry we haven't been around much lately, blueboy and I have been working on something big. Stay tuned, we should be ready once your meeting with Dracula done.
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    And you're sure that no matter we try hard enough we can't dig up the spot and put it on a donkey cart.

    Also I look forward too it.
     
    [X] Skewfiend

    Sorry, I keep shifting into lurker mode lately due to stuff on mah plate IRL and RP-wise
     
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