Fandom Oblivion: Ashes of Tamriel (Roleplay)

[The Chosen Undead]

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Han JiHyo
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Eagleye415

The June's Rest sanctuary is calm, docile, and peaceful. At least, to the maximum extent it can be. There are still drunkards wondering about the metal-walled tunnels blubbering about some sultry maiden and still the rough-hewn gamblers sat at tables dealing out cards of various types and puffing smoke from clay pipes. The pumping and hiss of steam from dwarven machinery was omnipresent and the glow from crystals and Dwemer bulbs gave merciful illumination, just bright enough to walk, just dark enough to sleep. In the northeastern quadrant where Alexander, Ysarra, Nireli, Tein, Jerr and Susanna made rest, the halls were largely desolate, most Men and Mer now resting in their stone or dirt beddings. The slight stench of sweat lingered in the air at a static intensity; you could certainly smell it, but the source was indecipherable, since it came from everyone. Although water was fairly plenty, it was exclusively used for treating injuries and, of course, drinking. The wannabe magi offered services for arcane sanitation, but only a few would undergo the unpleasant operation.

 

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Jerr Noryellis

Ten o’ clock. Quitting time. A metallic shriek not unlike the tolling of a church bell carried down through the caverns and echoed throughout June’s Rest. It was old magic, old science from long before the third era and the rise of Mehrune’s Dagon and his gates of Oblivion, and without it, functional society would be lost for everything hinged on recording the passage of time. Jerr Noryellis, the sanctuary’s only Khajiit resident, knew none of this. For him, the shriek of the 10 chime meant the chance to throw down his pick-axe, tear off his sweaty tunic, and exit the caverns with twenty other odd miners bound for the passage ways above. While they traveled in packs, talking and joking, he strayed apart from them and went his own way. Co-workers they might be after a fashion, but they were not his friends. Jerr didn’t have any friends. Not among the outsiders anyways.

They feared him. They feared the others, too – his siblings. Anything strange or abnormal that they did not comprehend was looked upon with suspicion or hostility. And while the others, particularly Nireli and Tein, had their own battles to fight, Jerr endured this melancholy existance by fighting back.

And that part, he savagely enjoyed.

. . .

The elevator creaked to a stop at the top floor of June’s Rest. Men and Mer mingled freely there; the air stank of sweat, oil, and smoke from the men’s pipes, and the sounds of laughter and drunken leers were everywhere. As was his custom after work, Jerr proceeded straight through the kerfuffle to the nearby tavern. The cantankerous old Orc who ran it scarcely looked up when he entered, but pulled off a dusty tankard from the rack and poured a liberal amount of Black-Briar Mead until it reached the rim.

Then he passed it down the granite counter until it skidded to a stop right in front of him. Jerr nodded his thanks, took a small sip, then dislodged a couple of septims from his belt and plopped them on the bar – like clockwork.

As he consumed his drink, he allowed his eyes to wander the crowd. He wondered if the players would come tonight … He was rather in the mood to listen to a song.

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Tien Noryellis

Tien had been in the depths of the ruins for what could have been days, it was quiet and smelled better too, important when one tastes the air. Of course the depths were not free from there troubles, Falmer and Chaurus occasionally found their way into these lower chambers. Tien could hear the scuttling of an insect and readying his spear he sat motionless waiting for the right moment. The sound drew near before suddenly stopping, as the creature became aware it was not alone Tien struck. Even in the dark Tien placed his thrust perfectly behind the skull into the brain. The pitiful insect flailed shortly before falling still.

Tien hacked off one of the legs and began to gnaw on it as he hacked meat and chitin from the Chaurus. As he worked he wondered why so few would eat the creatures sure they ate people, but so did the plants if you think about it. Pleased with the amount he had recovered he gathered his spear and began making his way through the ruins. It was nearly pitch black, but he could smell and taste his way home with ease.

As he reached June's Rest, he heard the bitter screech of metal that announced the time. As he entered the sanctuary proper he could feel the eyes of the inhabitants on him, they didn't trust him and he couldn't understand them. Many were sullen or silken about, they wanted a better life, but we're to fearful to leave the light. Tien made his way through the compound, heading for the Noryellis district as it was called.

There, near the family's childhood home was a Hist tree it's life sustained by magic and Dwemer technology. It was a pathetic little thing, but his mother had planted it and helped it grow and now Tien cared for it. He knelt before the tree and clawed away at some of the dirt about its roots before gently placing the majority of the Chaurus meat within them. As he covered the meat Tein began to sing in low strange tones that only an Argonian could make. As Tien finished singing he sat still and looked upon the tree.

 

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YSARRA NORYELLIS​

It was the familiar rustic scrape of the clock's chime that succeeded in pulling her out of deep meditation. Blinking once, Ysarra proceeded to heave herself slowly to her feet, shaking her legs one by one to get rid of the numbness. A quick glance around the Noryellis' corner of June Rest that served as their home revealed the usual scene. Her siblings were nowhere in sight and her mother was fully absorbed in another obscure tome of magic that even she was still not allowed to touch, let alone read. Immensely curious as the young sorcerer was, she dared not go against Mother's orders.

Leaving her staff laying beside her bedroll, she slipped away as quietly as she could in order not to disturb Mother, intending to wander the Sanctuary until she came upon someone to talk to, in the least. The best options would be her siblings, of course, seeing as most residents these days tend to avoid direct confrontation with the Noryellis - herself being the exception for various reasons. Though there were still the occasional Mer and Men who eyed her with obvious distaste. A few years ago, it would have been due to her siblings making the Noryellis name notorious within June's Rest, but as her specialisation in Dark magic became known, the distrust towards her increased. Nonetheless, Ysarra remained courteous to the other occupants, if only to make up for the amount of chaos her brothers and sister managed to sow either on their own or together.

Even before she took the right turn which would lead out to another small hall attached to multiple hallways, she could hear the low voice of Tein singing in the distinguishable Argonian tongue. Picking her way over with exaggerated caution, she decided to crouch beside him, eyes fixed on the tiny Hist tree that stubbornly remained at the same height and width all these years.

"Mother might need to restore the spell around the pot soon," Ysarra said eventually, pointing at the faded blue glow of magicka surrounding the dwarven metal. Getting to her feet, she lightly poked Tein's arm. "I'm going to grab a snack, you can join me if you want. Or I can grab something for you."

Not as talkative Tein may be, but he was better company than none. Jerr was probably also going to be at the tavern, if he kept his usual schedule. Alexander was Divine-knows-where and Nireli was most likely skulking about the Sanctuary on the lookout for more to horde.

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Alexander sat in the cavern's only pub with furrowed brows and a mean grimace, the Mer and Men around him making various noises of equal enjoyment, pleasure, hostility and skullduggery. He never trusted this section of June's Rest; women were treated terribly derogatively and men were constantly losing their coin purses and their teeth at equal rates. He strictly forbid Ysarra and Nireli from staying in this pub for more than the exact required time to order a drink and make haste out of the tavern. He would even forbid his mother, but he knew more than to defy her, let alone command her about. Even so, he vigilantly guards her whenever she sets half a toe within this Divines-forsaken den of iniquity. Even Tien he is overly cautious of lingering around and won't hesitate to shoo him out. Jerr on the other hand... Let's say he may have earned the right to enjoy the sins and debauchery the pub offered through deep clawmarks on the cheeks and bellies of the tavern's patrons. Even still, he kept a close on his furry brother.

He lifted his head up from his bottle of strong ale, eyeing through the crowd for a swishing tail or taut, triangular ears. The bustling of hundreds of people moving in chaos made it difficult, and he dropped from his stool (which was slightly too short for his tall stature) and began to make his way into the crowd. His elbows brushed against many shoulders as he skimmed the counter's occupants, almost every stool heavy with some drunkard as per usual. When he found his brother Jerr, he noticed the sudden absence of men before he noticed Jerr. People didn't like him, but Alexander was clueless as to why. Well, he knew why; it was because he was different, but Alex couldn't understand quite why being 'different' was an issue. Regardless of his outward experience, Jerr was still Alexander's brother and Susanna's son, a member of the Noryellis family. And anybody with the last name Noryellis was worthy of his respect.

He tapped Jerr on his shoulder with a pensive though more or less friendly look. "Mind if I take a seat?"

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Nireli Noryellis

Nireli sat in one of the many dark crevices of June's Rest Sanctuary, her watchful red eyes scanning the area from her perch, peering through the gloom. She was used to the dark, the many secrets she found hidden within always proved fruitful for her, and so she was often lingering in the shadows. It was only when she heard the heavy pounding of feet running through the corridor below her that she sat up straighter and grinned, watching a group of rather flustered and angry men scuttling about underneath her. They paused and looked both ways at the end of the hallway where it split off.

"Damn it! Where'd that filthy wretch go?!" questioned the leader of the group, a rather large and scruffy looking Nord. Nireli could see from her perch, with her sharp eyes, that his own were narrowed in frustration. His gaze swept over to the rest of the group, a mismatched conglomeration of Imperials and Nords, each looking just as brazenly horrid as the next. They collectively shrugged, and the leader snarled angrily. "Just find her! She can't have gone far." The group split up, each taking a different direction down the hall.

Nireli snorted quietly in amusement, fishing a precious gem out of her pouch and admiring its glint in the dim lighting. A diamond. Truly a rare gem indeed, one she had rarely ever come across here in the sanctuary. How those uncoordinated blokes managed to find one of those beauties was beyond the Dunmer. Not that it mattered anymore, it was hers now. And all for the better, it would have wasted away in their possession. Now it could be truly admired. It wasn't hard to snatch from them at all. They were showing it off, waving it around carelessly, and were all to eager to try and impress everyone. Despite the fact that she was a particularly suspicious person, being part of the infamous Noryellis family, it was easy to slip her deft fingers into the leader's pocket and fish it out while he was too busy getting drunk off of mead.

She chuckled softly, placing the diamond back into her pouch as she swung off of her perch, making a swift and quiet break for the Noryellis corner of the sanctuary, a place where outsiders wouldn't bother her. The metallic screeching of the clock's chime sounded just as she was returning from her outing. Nireli winced, clenching her jaw in minor pain as she covered her ears in a futile attempt to shield them from the sound. No matter how many times she heard that chime, she could never get used to it. It was too loud, too present. Much too grating for her sensitive ears. When the chiming finally subsided, she relaxed, entering her family's portion of the sanctuary properly. "Curse that stupid clock," she muttered in annoyance. She could already feel a headache threatening to arrive.

 

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Tien Noryellis

"It takes much magic and many rare things to restore the spell, I'll ask her when I've filled a few soul gems," Tien said wiping the soil from his hands as he stood up, "Our brothers are there I will go with you."

He thought of mother and the others, they did not hear the Hist songs or see the dreams, but they never denied him his belief. They were the only ones who didn't, the other inhabitants of the sanctuary had many times voiced their opinion that the Hist tree was a waste of resources, and each time they found Susanna steadfast in their way. Now his brothers and sisters stood there, it was not for care of the tree, but for Tien. He felt he had nothing to give to them in return for this.

"Greetings sister," Tien said as he saw Nireli enter, "we are going to the tavern would you like to join us?"

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Jerr Noryellis

Jerr was watching a brawl between two haggard imperials when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Mind if I take a seat?”

His lips crinkled in a warning snarl, but softened seconds later as he recognized the soft baritone over the din.

“If you desire.”

As Alexander slid into one of the stone stools next to him, Jerr’s lamp-like eyes continued observing the fight over the rim of his tankard. It was apparent to him even after only a few minutes of watching that the imperials were too drunk to be any good. In fact, if he had to pick a winner between them, it would have to go to the tavern’s furniture, which often tripped them up at least as often as they tripped over their own two feet. After a pregnant pause between them, he finally snorted in open contempt and glanced his brother’s way.

“Pitiful,” he said with a disdainful sniff. “Their punches could not even wind an infant. Ysarra could do better.”

Ysarra was his sister. While Alexander favored their mother in looks, Ysarra favored her in temperament and ability. She was a prodigy when it came to casting spells, but Jerr had never had anything to fear from her in the strength department. That was his job. He and Alexander were the muscle, and different as night and day in every other regard.

And speaking of which …

“I did not think to find you here tonight, brother. At least not before me, at any rate. Finally allow the charms of the drunk and the halfwits and the smell of old vomit and thirty-year-old nirnroot pipes to get to yeh?”

He chuckled sardonically at his own joke before glancing towards the door.

“Seen the others?”

Jerr thought he had glimpsed Nireli skulking about on his way up, but he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. There was a surprising number of dark elves who lived in the sanctuary, and it wasn’t uncommon to see one or two lurking in the darker corners trying to get one over on the Nords. Something to do with bad blood between the two races; he knew better than to get involved with that sort of thing (unless there was something in it for him, of course). ​

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Nireli Noryellis

Nireli massaged her temples slowly as she walked, trying to soothe her pounding head. She had barely stepped inside of her family's corner of the sanctuary when she had come across two of her beloved siblings. Tien, an Argonian who held steadfast to his race's beliefs, and Ysarra, a Breton mage with a specialty in dark magics. Needless to say, the Noryellis family was strangely diverse. Perhaps this was a big reason as to why outsiders were so suspicious of them in the first place, not that it mattered to Nireli.

It took the Dunmer a few more seconds than usual to process her brother's question. Her sensitive ears were still ringing a little from the loud chimes of the bells, and it had dulled every other sound in comparison. She couldn't say enough times how much she hated that bell. "Tien," she said with mock surprise, "you know how much Alexander disapproves of Ysarra and I being inside the tavern." Her expression quickly turned into a rather impish little grin, "Which is exactly why I'd be more than happy to join you. Besides, I think a drink or two might help dull this dreadful headache of mine."

Nireli sighed softly, she hated how prone to headaches she could be because of her hearing. It annoyed her to no end, and it left her more irritable than usual. Perhaps a usual torment of her bossy brother, Alexander, would cheer her up and do wonders. It was settled then, she was definitely joining Tien and Ysarra on their little trip there.

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YSARRA NORYELLIS​

“Then what are we waiting for? Come on, the tavern awaits!” Ysarra grinned, turning on her heels and leading the way towards their destination.

She was more than pleased that both Tien and Nireli had agreed to come with her. Partly because she felt a lot safer with another sibling at her side, but mostly because it had been a rather long while since she went into the tavern. Or any place further away from their home and filled with a plethora of the Sanctuary’s citizens. Also, this time Alexander would have no excuses to kick her out of that rowdy place even if a group brawl broke out. With Jerr, Tein and Nireli together, Ysarra doubted any old drunkard would be able to get within twenty feet of her. It was one of the better things having these dysfunctional yet trustworthy siblings, even if it did make her feel inadequate at times.

Nothing big occurred on the way to the tavern, and for that Ysarra was grateful. A fairly large commotion would have brought Alexander coming, which would spell the end of her night’s fun even before it could begin. The noise hit her first, as it always did. Loud yells over the low murmur of voices in the background. Then the stench of sweat and mead followed. Peering through the doorway, she hesitated to step in at the sight of a nearly-full tavern and the drunk Imperial duo trying – and failing most times – to beat each other bloody. As the only Khajit in June’s Rest, Jerr was easy to spot. Ysarra headed straight for him, only to come to a halt once more when she realised who was sitting next to Jerr.

Glancing back at Nireli, Ysarra silently awaited to see what her older sister wanted to do. Sometimes the Dunmer wanted to avoid running into Alexander, but other times she wanted to torment him. The Breton was fairly sure Nireli wanted to poke fun at their eldest brother tonight, but the Dark elf was unpredictable at times.

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(this is apparently a thing so) Alexander Noryellis​

Alexander took a glance to whatever Jerr had been observing since he arrived. His mug of strong though somewhat rancid ale held firm in his large hands, he shook his head in disdain and took a large swig, perhaps half the container, before lightly placing it upon the counter once again, eyes still cast down.

"I can't believe I look like them... Relatively. I'd happily bet my pouch of septims us two at five years old could pummel those wights into pulp."

Alexander chuckled at Jerr's humorous questioning, a small smile slowly cutting across his gaunt cheeks. "Yes, the raucous clamor of the pub is what lulls me to sleep and the rancid smell of these half-wit soiled drunkards is like vanilla perfume to my nostrils." He takes an aggressively deep breath, puffing out his chest, the air whistling as it enters his lungs. He then lets it out, eyes nearly tearing up from the muck stench. "Mmmm... Irresistible..." He says with an almost threatening tone.

It takes a moment for him to reel from the scent, finishing the rest of his tankard in one large swish. The cup lands on the counter with a loud thud, alerting the Orcish bartender. "Another round please? Tamika, if you have it?" He tosses the orc two golden coins across the granite face. "Sorry. All out." He apologized, sharply intoning 'sorry' with dripping sarcasm. It was a bit out of place with his thundering voice.

"You're a real ass, you know that?" Alexander tossed another two coins. 'Blast,' he thought, 'I might as well get mugged by some idiot in the caverns at this rate...'

The orc took the two coins, eyeing Jerr closely. All the other patrons were far too gone in either their drunken revelry or just their drunkenness to notice such a bribe, but Jerr had a tough time getting drunk. The orc was pretty sure cats had strong livers. "Be right back."

"As for the others? Hmm..." Alexander leaned back from his stool, hands clutching the rim of the countertop to catch one of his siblings. Ooooh, if he caught Ysarra or Nireli, he sweared upon the Nine Divines he'd behead them. With still hundreds of occupants running amok in the den, it was difficult to catch notice of anybody in particular -- save perhaps Jerr or Tien. But then, a dark red eye the size of a septim peered from the crowds, and Alexander nearly fell from his chair in his attempt to closer identify whom the eye might belong to. He catches himself -- barely -- but when he checks the vicinity of where he saw the eye once more, he sighs with disdain when he realizes he can no longer see it. He turns back to Jerr, the Tamika West Weald in his burly hands.

"What are you up to eh? I'm Divines-be-damned bored down here."

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Nireli Noryellis

Nireli took in a deep breath as she entered the tavern with her siblings, the pungent smell of sweat and alcohol-breath slammed into her senses like a wave that wasn't entirely unpleasant when mixed with some of the sweeter ingredients used for drink. Another sight she picked up was the rather heated drunken brawl between two Imperials. It certainly wasn't her brother, Alexander, she knew that much. As much as she disagreed with her brother, she knew better than to underestimate his strength. The fight would have ended as soon as it started. The corners of her mouth quirked up into a small smirk, at least with two random strangers, she'd get a good show. "Looks like we're not too late for the entertainment, eh?" Nireli said to Ysarra and Tien with a grin.

It didn't take her too long to locate Alexander and Jerr, mainly because Jerr was the only Khajiit she could spy in the tavern, and Alexander had done a slight double-take when he had spotted her. Of course, because he didn't instantly get up and reprimand her, she could only assume he wasn't entirely sure about what he saw. She glanced over to Ysarra, noticing her start for Jerr, but the Breton had stopped to glance at Nireli. She chuckled, "Go on ahead. We might as well give them a surprise."

At that, she strutted forward, plopping into a chair a decent distance away from Alexander so she had time to get away if he tried to run at her. "Well! Look at what we got here! Drinks and a show. Started making bets yet? 10 septims on the big one!"

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Jerr Noryellis

"I can't believe I look like them... Relatively. I'd happily bet my pouch of septims us two at five years old could pummel those wights into pulp."

Jerr snorted openly into his tankard without bothering to conceal his contempt. “You give them too much credit – I would say three years old and bet double your pouch in a heartbeat.”

He then looked around him eagerly to see if any would seek to challenge his statement. Much to his chagrin, the few sitting close enough to hear him over the racket would not even meet his eye. Disappointed, he turned back to his ale and, with a small sniff, drained the remainder at once. He looked up again as his sibling grinned at his previous question.

“Yes, the raucous clamor of the pub is what lulls me to sleep and the rancid smell of these half-wit soiled drunkards is like vanilla perfume to my nostrils."

Jerr’s tail twitched as Alexander inhaled a huge gulp of air; then his eyebrow rose almost at once as his brother exhaled and nearly choked in the attempt.

“You and I seem to have very different standards in vanilla perfume,” he replied tartly while wrinkling his nose. Then he glanced up towards the Orc bartender, who coincidentally happened to be standing nearby washing a set of mugs, his eyes scrutinizing the action with a mixture of curiosity and disapproval. Jerr leaned towards him, about to place an order when Alexander suddenly slammed his cup down hard enough to make him wince.

“Another round please? Tamika, if you have it?”

Jerr touched his brother’s arm in warning. Gashnak was a notorious money-grubber. He charged almost double than what you could get for the bottles picked up by the traders, and tripled it if he decided he didn’t like you. Worse yet, many of the more disreputable guards operating in June’s Rest patronized the bar with increasing regularity. One snap of his fingers could see you in a holding pen for about a week – more if you didn’t have enough to cover the ‘misconduct’ fine. Fortunately, Alexander took the meaning quite well and gave the Orc what he wanted with only minimal resistance.

“That one’s asking for a dagger in the back one day,” Jerr muttered after Grashnak had thundered away. “Shame – He’s actually a decent brewer.”

The Orc returned within ten minutes with the vintage bottle of Tamika West Weald. If Jerr noticed anything suspicious about Alexander’s behavior during that time, he didn’t show it. He merely kept watching the crowd, his furry features blank as a result of boredom … or perhaps, a form of alert study. He did look up, however, as his brother soon complained about being bored.

“You could find someone to hit.” His eyes glittered. “It’s a real favorite in here. Just listen to the crowd!”

He turned to gesture, his paws starting to lift, but he dropped them quite suddenly from shock as one of the voices calling out for bets was familiar. Too familiar. Turning sharply away from Alexander, he caught sight of his older sister, Nirelli, sitting at one of the empty tables nearby, her face alive with rogueish mischief as usual. And there, standing not too far away from her was Ysarra and Tein.

Oh, by the nine divines!

He sprang to his feet; then aware of what he was doing, he flattened his ears self-consciously and tried to appear as unassuming as possible.

“Stepped on a spider. Blasted things …”

He returned to his seat, but his eyes remained glued to his siblings. Had they lost their goddamned minds? Or was this some new endeavor to infuriate Alexander once again? Either way, his curiosity was piqued.


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Alexander Noryellis

Alexander scrunched his nose and waved his hand dismissively. "Nay. I doubt we have much of a different standard in perfume... I could hide a rotting carcass under the rug and nobody would notice it -- everybody's too drunk to see it and the smell would intermingle with the pub without disambiguation."

The orc -- Gashnak Alex believed his name was -- slid a small mug of Tamika West Weald across the counter with such force it teetered off the edge. Alexander was perfectly willing to let it fall -- a refund would be the perfect excuse to excite him with a brawl -- but for the bartender's sake the lavender liquid remained in the cup. Alexander took a swig of it, then reeled back with a hearty grunt. "Disgusting..." Alex chastised as he happily took another swig.

"Hey now. You know how I feel about my kin killing 'innocents'..." Alexander coyly said, not taking his eyes off the mug. "Besides, you don't stab orcs in the back with daggers. You cleave them in two with greatswords!" He exclaimed, raising his gray cup in the air before once again throwing the drink back into his throat. As Jerr raised from his seat he set his mug upon the counter and swung his long leg over the stool as he prepared to leave. But suddenly his furry brother stomped on the ground and returned to his seat. Slightly perplexed, Alexander followed suit.

"Spiders huh? That's what I hate about this place..." Alex looked towards the Khajiit's feet, eyeing the floor for any crushed bug remains. Oddly enough, he found none and this perplexed him even more, causing a deep furrow in his brow. Tamika was a strong beverage...

"But aaay aaah... What are you up to --" Alexander asked, his brows low and displaying boredom, the drinks making him almost sway as he sits. He had a hearty liver and it took copious amounts of rum and liquor to inebriate him, but he had been drinking for the majority of the night. He halted mid-sentence as he heard a voice so familiar it sunk his heart to the floor. A tingle rushed through his body as he slowly stood from the stool, nearly tripping over in doing so.

As he turned around, his brows shot upwards then quickly collapsed into a deep, almost menacing glare. His back suddenly arched to his full seven-foot-one posture, making an audible crack. Through vice-clamped teeth he seethed;

"Nireli. And why might you be here?"

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Nireli Noryellis

The dark elf had happily ordered herself a pint of mead, ignoring the rather irritated grumbling of the bartender, Grushnak, as he slid a drink her way. He was an orc, after all, they tended to always be the grumpy types. She glanced back towards her two brothers, a small smirk appearing on her face as she noticed Jerr's reaction to her presence. He had sprung up so suddenly, as if someone had placed something on his stool, before he tried to settle back down and act natural. Really, she was quite happy that the Khajiit had at least tried to cover for her, he of all people knew how she interacted with Alexander. Still, she was here to irritate her elder brother, and she couldn't do that if he wasn't aware she was here.

Alexander had actually believed Jerr's excuse, somehow, until he had heard Nireli talking about bets. That was when he shot her a glare the Dunmer was all too familiar with, and spoke in a tone that dripped with anger and fury. Typical. The girl wasn't allowed to have any fun around here, apparently. Even still, it was easy to tell that Alexander had been drinking, and was more likely than not a little drunk. If he hadn't been, he probably would have tried to throw her out of the tavern already. Perhaps this would make things even more interesting.

Nireli shot him an impish grin, not at all phased by his foreboding posture. This was just business as usual for the trouble-maker. She leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink before looking at him with a deceptively innocent expression, "What? Am I not allowed to get a drink and a snack every once in a while? Really, Alexander, you must learn to take that stick out of your ass every now and then."

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Alexander Noryellis​

Alexander's brows dug so deeply between his eyes they nearly shut them close. He had sheathed his gritted teeth but the muscles in his sharp jawline were still bulging from the bone. He would gladly strike back at his sister's remark with something of his own, but he wasn't the tactful type. He'd much rather just punch a man in the gut or noggin and be done with it, or at least wrestle them down. Alex bucked at her, nearly ready to charge, but then he grunted at his foolery. Although Alexander already suffered from a lumbering gait, Nireli's natural speed and agility would make a chase on foot daft.

But Alex wasn't about to let his younger sibling sit there and mock him whilst he attempts to enjoy a night. He traded glares with her for a strong minute, biceps flexing and relaxing sequentially. "I'm going to beat you sensless." He whispered, under his breath, the wine floating to his nostrils. Although it was quiet, he knew that Nireli's sharp ears had still caught wind of his taunt. As a matter of fact, her hearing was much to his chagrin, and she was fond of eavesdropping even upon his more personal conversations. Sometimes he just wanted to rip --

An idea. Alex took a quick glance at the podium near the back of the pub; empty and unoccupied. Quickly, he surveyed the room. Drunken patrons tinkered their cups, mostly made of porcelain. Porcelain was loud. He gave a quick look at Nireli and slyly smiled, cocking an eyebrow. He casually walked back over to Jerr, placing a complacent hand upon his broad shoulder and whispering into his ear.

"Might want to cover your ears."

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Jerr Noryellis

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“I do not care much for spiders,” Jerr replied brusquely as he turned back towards the front. He attempted to keep his muscular posture as neutral and sluggish as possible. If he acted too on edge, too nervous, he was certain that Alexander would notice something wrong right away. As luck would have it though, he got away with only a few more seconds of playing dumb, before Alexander suddenly froze mid-sentence, just as he had, and whipped around to stare thunderstruck along the bar. Then the Imperial’s sweaty forehead puckered into a look mean enough to frighten a daedra and Jerr knew the jig was up.


“Ah well, I tried,” said the Khajiit as Alexander lurched off his bar stool to go deal with Nireli. The longer he waited, however, the more an idea began to take shape in his mind – a niggling thing that expanded the more he watched Alexander’s temper explode in the face of Nireli’s cheeky defiance. Slowly, he slipped off his stool, and began to inch towards Ysarra’s direction, his aurulent eyes glittering with scarcely concealed mirth at the simplicity of the whole thing.


Before he could get very far, however, Alexander returned and clapped a hand hard down on his bicep.


“Oi!”


Jerr recoiled reflexicely, his ears beginning to flatten. But then, he froze, his eyes widening a little at Alexander’s warning. He shot a startled glance in Nireli’s direction, then hastily clapped a hand over his ears.


“What in Ysmirr’s name are you doing?” he hissed while squinting suspiciously. “If you get us kicked out, I’m going to unscrew your fat head and use it as a punching bag.”


Indeed, though he often foul-talked the barkeep and it’s proprietor, it WAS Jerr’s favorite hang-out spot and he’d be more than a little put out if he were to lose it even over his siblings.

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YSARRA NORYELLIS​

This...was turning out to be a rather bad idea after all. How was she to know their eldest brother would choose to be here today of all days, or Nireli would be in her 'let's provoke Alexander and see how far I can go this time before he explodes' mood. If Ysarra was the type to pull her hair in frustration, she would already be on the floor in agony. Tien disappeared to Divines-know-where and Jerr didn't seem to be actively trying to talk Alexander from taking loud revenge on her Dunmer sister - or at least, he wasn't very successful. Which left the Breton. She usually wasn't one to get in-between her siblings' scuffles, but getting thrown out of the tavern wasn't on her agenda tonight. Damn if she was chased out without even settling her butt down on one of those stools.

Inching closer to Alexander and Jerr, Ysarra bit the inside of her cheek, indecisive. She didn't like the idea of Alexander's temper to be turned towards her. As she got closer, she could hear her Khajit brother's hiss directed at the Imperial, unspoken warning clear in his tone. After a second's hesitation, she slipped into one of the few available seats between Nireli and Alexander, effectively blocking their immediate line of sight of each other.

"Um...hi, big brother. Fancy seeing you here." Ysarra wriggled her fingers in greeting with a nervous chuckle. IN her peripheral vision, she could see the barkeeper eyeing them suspiciously, no doubt knowing to expect something when a bunch of Noryellis was in his establishment. "The orc's not looking too happy right now. Save revenge for later, maybe? Brother Jerr will be pissed at you if you get us kicked out."

Knowing Alexander wouldn't be appeased by these words alone, she tossed a pleading glance towards her sister. "Er...one drink and we'll be out of here. Right, sister?"

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Alexander smirked and gave a hearty chuckle at his furry brother. "Ah, I'm not up to much brother. Just going to raise some cheers, eh?" His hand dropped from Jerr's shoulder and ignored his rather feisty look. Cats can get pretty scary when angered. Turning around, he nearly stumbles not only over the heavy Tamika wine, but his sister Ysarra as well, sitting in one of the stools almost defensively, like a shield for Nireli, . His eyebrows shoot up and his jaw drops down in a look of confusion. Quickly, he regained his composure and shook his head. "You too?! Ysarra..." Although Alex could be a bit of a brute, he was willing to hear his sister's argument/plead, however weak it might seem to him.

He grit his teeth once again, the muscles in his jaw and temples once again pulsating. His gaze wasn't necessarily hostile but alarmingly tense towards the scheming Dunmer. "Yes. One drink... Isn't that right?"

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