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"Half-brain and half-breed aren't exactly the most survivable traits. Do you really need to ask me if you can call me a nickname?" He said in an annoyed tone, he felt almost disrespected. "But I'll let it slide since I know not everyone is as literate. You can call me Master if that's more to...

"I more mean that they failed to match their ego to their intellect, but managed to succeed in achieving their goal. I am not referring to CHIM, but they figured out tonal architecture at its very core. I think they still exist, but they are neither here nor there. I suspect they're not even in...

Alxallarien was well-acquainted with disgusting food but he couldn't help but gag after taking a sip of the Dunmeri beverage. A bit of the smell should've told him what to expect. "I don't know why I even bothered tasting that." he thought to himself. "So finally, the nameless reveals their...

"Honestly I'm not sure if you'd like their culmination of a "drink." Said Alxallarien while entering the bar with Edwore behind him. Snickering at the thought of anything of lesser quality compared to his favorite Alinor wine. He knew he was entering hostile territory where he was the outlier...

"I sketch for both." He said to Edwore. The speech started before they could get to the balcony, and though during the speech it was difficult to get a proper view of it. Still, he sketched and swiped his own at the paper down below in his hand, drawing the grand aura of this place along with...

"I see, I thought we are both entitled to a name." He points to Edwore. "Otherwise I'll just assume your name has no weight." He carried on with the group. Scribbling sketches of the imperial city and writing descriptions of his surroundings. He noticed the Nord looking for a place to watch...

"They call me Alxallarien. Now you tell me yours."

"Of course." Alxallarien said smugly, following the two along the last stretch towards the center. "I have to give it to the imperials, they do a damn fine job at architecture. Though obviously the White-Gold Tower is of superior architecture. It's always a site I like to see." He thought to...

"Do not misplace my curiosity for the poor. I wonder why, after being known as such a grand city, that they don't have a system in place to remove filth like that from the streets." He writes down something in his journal before turning back to the two. As the woman wakes he thinks to himself...

"Do you have enhanced hearing? Have I missed something? The speech is being given quite a bit aways still from here. You might not be able to hear it that well, Edwore. How about this... Why don't we wake the big girl up here and all head there together? I need to look like I at least belong in...

"Snooty? That's a bit... Nevermind. The Thalmor haven't exactly hired me yet, per se, as one of theirs. But I do work for them, when they want me to work for them. I am a contractee, not really an official employee. I take many adventures alone but most of the days I've lived weren't in hostile...

Alxallarien was somewhat surprised at how the half-mer boy responded. He expected a more abrasive response, something more common with the question he asked. Nonetheless, he moved on. "Must be to escape a hulkynd past or a lack of civility. Fair enough, I suppose." He thought to himself. He...

Alxallarien was very attuned to the hatred of Mer, he was unphased due to his ego, but also because he understands the time and place for words or action. He had the lower-hand here, and he made sure to tread carefully. The last thing he wants is to be assassinated before an actual legacy is...

Fomaha had seen Shal around before, somewhat respected the aspect of keeping tradition. Albeit Fomaha didn't have those same beliefs, he respected Shal for being herself. "Welcome to the party, Shal," Fomaha said before turning to the gates. "I'd say the big siblings should be around here...

Reid was inclined to heed Chet's advice, especially considering how just now he realizes the level of shit he just caused. He realized they would find it bad, but not necrophiliac bad. He was annoyed with himself and his decisions, but the drunk made it less embarrassing. So at least he would be...

Reid, being drunk, made it even harsher of confusion than what it should be. Maybe there was something he missed that meant something in that sentence but for the most part Reid took it as incomprehensible babbling. Forgetting it the moment he exits the bathroom. But before he walked around the...

"uh.. Pay me to ignore your presence? Also, please tell me the other present isn't what I think it means..." Reid hesitated before zipping up his pants. Once hearing the patron yell at him, he yelled back in a panic "WHAT, ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Reid drunkenly exclaimed while creeping...

"Wait what just happened.." Reid quickly said to himself, while trying to balance himself back up as Elia went off to the back of the bar where the bathrooms were. He didn't even have time to apologize and was slightly concerned by an invitation to the bathroom. He stood there confused for a...

Reid was swift in pouring the whiskey on his cut and sucking on it after wincing. He wraps it up and swears "Honestly... I'm just glad I didn't lose a finger." Reid laughs drunkenly. All bubbly and close to being wasted, it was kind of hard for him to notice things. But, at least it helped him...

Reid gulped in his nervousness, buzzed and on the verge of getting drunk he was shoved into the empty seat by Raven. "Wait, what have I gotten myself into." he thought to himself as he stared at the knife for a few minutes. He felt Ser Leopold IV nudge him and give him a silent "I'd say ya...