The Elder Scrolls: Latent Power

[FungKu]

Vashanar raised an eyebrow at the man's speech. It was pretty annoying listening to long talks. He wasn't really such a big fan of speeches. Either he falls asleep, or yawn so loud that everyone would look at him and tell him to shush..!! But this time, Vashanar didn't even fall asleep nor yawn. He survived through the boring speech for some reason. Maybe because it had something to do about their upcoming quest. He gave out another sigh and looked as the Orc was sent back home to it's tribe.


After a couple of moments, They were now back at the Inn called, The Six Fishes. He wondered why it was called the Six Fishes. But then he realized, almost all Inn have the same crappy and confusing name with backgrounds the Vashanar don't want to know now. He then walked towards the counter as he took out a pouch of gold and he took a certain amount of drakes and placed them on top of the counter where the lady took it and led Vashanar to his room.


He wasn't really one of the social ones. And probably he will never be social. The only partner he needs right now is his wagging tail. The Lady opened the door as Vashanar entered and her closing the door from behind. Vashanar then felt secure and comfortable as he placed his sword, bow and arrows away. He then laid down on the bed and made himself comfortable as his tail would move sideways. He then slowly closed his eyes and dozed off.

 

[Goddess]

After being brought back Raga felt uncomfortable with the ride. She was not used to transportation such as teleportation and chants . She did not like the tiny people that stood in her way as she moved her body about the lower tavern. She did not enjoy the breath of those who drowned themselves in ale. She did not enjoy those who found her to be less frightening then what she was made out to be. Poking her shoulder armor along with her axe that rested against her thigh when she stood for more than a minute. She was tired of this place already and wanted to get a move on with the journey. She had no need for sleep, or food of the sort, she had ate plenty on the way here. She groaned, leaning up against a wall near two round tables that were occupied by men with outstanding beards that traveled from their chin to the floor. She couldn't help but not to stare at the mans braids from his ears to his shoulder.


Primitive she thought. His face muddy and scratched up. Dried blood from the cracks within his teeth as he opened his mouth to let a loud laughter calm down the tavern only for him to make it more louder. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. Imagining her axe swinging from where she was and to the man's left side. His head coming clean off, the rolling of its massive dome against the wooden floor. The speechless men and woman who stood and drank along to his stupid laughter and his jumbled words. The thought of her attack made her blood rush, the thirst for killing struck her hard. Hard enough to have her slam her fist against the wall. Causing little attention for they thought she was having a fit. She needed to leave the area before her contract would be torn to shred and burned in the blazing crimson of hell's fire. She did not want to marry a man she had no relations with, no love. She took her axe and drug it across the floor so she would not strike innocent by standers who would not pay attention to their surroundings.


This angered her more so. She wielded a weapon and yet they saw it as a tooth pick. She groaned as she took the stairs up toward the second floor. Blocking out the sounds of the others who came back from their plat form. The meeting was interesting to listen to, the tiring part was when they came back. She would not talk with another, she would not aid in a time of stories. The axe helped her keep her mind off of things. The blade thudding against the stairs as she drug up with little care. She took the first door on the left , turning the knob and opening forcefully. Her shoulder armor hitting against it making it hit the wall. She placed her axe in the corner only to pick It up and place it by the bed. She shut the door which to her seemed like a normal shut , but was heard to be a slam. The men cheered louder when she laid herself against the bed. It was soft some what , that put her mind at ease. The least she could do was rest, so why not take a nap.

 

[Atreyu]

Durant leans over the bar at the six fishes inn. "A mead if you will, good man." The barkeep slides an iron mug towards the Breton with an odd look. Durant cocks his head slightly from the publican's expression. 'What the.' He thinks, turning his gaze toward Staada. 'I suppose it's just the extra traffic. Even I would be nervous, if it were my place.'


Durant downs the mead with a few massive gulps. "Another, and I'll be needing a room." The victualler slides another mug over, with the room key. "Up the stairs and to the left, third door down." Durant nods, and takes a sip of the foaming brew. He combs the room, seeing only one from his party, the female Orsimer. She was actually quite fetching for her race. Though, he would never state such, as his head would be off shortly thereafter, compliments of her battleaxe and Orcish temperments.


'I should make friends, if I'm to have any success on this journey. I'll need someone I can trust, at least to some extent.' Durant thinks. As he is about to make his approach, the Orc clambors off upstairs, battleaxe in tow, dragging upon the floor. 'Hmm.' He thinks to himself, finishing his mead.


Durant begins scanning the room again, when the Altmer from his group walks through the front door. Durant calls from the bar, "Hey elf." as he motions him over. The High elf approaches Durant. "Interesting work with the Daedra heart." Durant says. "I wonder though, what you plan on doing with such a thing?" He shakes his head. "A simple Breton like me probably wouldn't understand anyways. Tell me, have you spoken with any of the others? They do not seem very sociable, do they?" Durant asks with a smile, not waiting for answers. "Join me for a drink. A mead, or brandy perhaps?" He says, signalling the bartender.

 

[TheFallOfitAll]

Karliah had listened to all the conversations, as she stood there in a corner, arms crossed. Get to know these people, eh? There was only one she'd bother to try to know. That thief. Karliah had her reasons, which no one but her would get to know. An outsider would assume it be simply for him to not wish to steal from her. Karliah wouldn't even bother to give those who said that any of her attention. Not many got her attention.


She sighed. Karliah trusted none of those she saw in this room. She trusted no ale, no drink. She only trusted what she herself made. Very closed off, she'd always been this way. She herself didn't even know why. Though, it could have been from the racism of the nords in Skyrim. It could even have been some of the things she saw people do. The Thieves' Guild, The Dark Brotherhood. And then the random bandits she'd encounter on her travels. Karliah had long left away any chance of her having mercy.


Though, Yann had her attention, and she'd like to get to know him. For once. However, she did not see the man, and was rather sure he wasn't behind her. Her back was against the wall. She'd make no move to find him unless she saw him. She had no reason to. And she didn't want man, or mer, to get any funny ideas.