Fantasy The Elder Scrolls V: A New Rule

[Ms. Sparrow]

A New Rule


The Stormcloaks have been slaughtered, Ulfric Stormcloak lies dead at the hands of the Thalmor, the Empire has won. A secret contract was exchanged between the Empire and Thalmor...


The Stormcloaks and Empire clashed from both sides, both sides losing great amounts of losses. The War continued for months on end, neither side winning or losing, so the Thalmor thought up a plan. If they were to kill Ulfric, and destroy the Stormcloaks, the Empire was to put the Thalmor as Skyrim's new High King, their new higher power. The Empire reluctantly agreed, and so, within months, the Thalmor had slowly killed off the Stormcloaks, then marched unto Windhelm, killed Ulfric's men, and slaughtered Ulfric in cold blood. 


Nobody knew why the Thalmor got involved, Skyrim was never told. For a while everything was calm in Skyrim then hell struck. Ancano was placed as the new High King, an important Thalmor figure. Skyrim erupted into chaos, the Nords of Skyrim became inraged the most, the Orcs grew paranoid, some Khajiit took the side of the Thalmor. The Nords instantly took up weapons to rise against the Thalmor, but then out of nowhere, Thalmor troops arrived, and put out the revolting Nords, the replaced the city guards, with permission of the Jarls of each hold. None of the Jarls wanted to give up the guards, but the Thalmor threatened to encase each city, and the Jarls reluctantly agreed, still ruling, but not with full power as they used to. 


It's like Skyrim is imprisoned itself, Thalmor rule it now, and now a string of missing people has become more common, Thalmor worshipers, Old Stormcloak supporters, Nords, Argonians, all but the elves... And Ancano refuses to answer any questions. 


Victoria Peterova is tired of hiding and cowering from the Thalmor, and wants to put an end to it. An end to Ancano's reign and an end to Skyrim's terror. Victoria has sent out letters to every single known hero/criminal for help. 


Will you join her? 


Will you help Ancano?


Will you watch from the shadows? 


Or will you create your own path?


Your choice. 


Here's your character sheets


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[Ms. Sparrow]

It was a rather sunny day in the Riften streets, although Skyrim's cold bite of the air still kept if cold. The market streets were bustling, and pockets we're filled with gold. And Victoria was pissed. The Thalmor we're making it harder in the other holds for the thieves guild. And now, they were in Riften. 


They arrived in their Elven armor and Thalmor robes in one troop, here to replace the Riften guards. They had just arrived through the city gates only moments ago, and a small crowd gathered around the Thalmor to hear their words. The Thalmor in front held a peice of paper, and began reading loudly to the public:


"Attention Citizens of Riften!! The High King, Ancano has commanded for the current Riften Guards to take their leave. The Thalmor are to be the new guards of Riften. Anyone to try and resist against this order, will be executed  on sight, or pay a visit to the Riften Jail." 


The Riften streets went into an uproar, mainly from the Nords, who began shouting insults at the elves. Victoria, the Bosmer shook her head. She wanted to kill them. But she she would be dead in seconds if she went up against them. 

 

[MimiWanKenobi1994]

   Savina had woken that sunny day with surprisingly no urge to go out and adventure to her other shops scattered throughout Skyrim. Her only desire was to make up some more potions for the shop. A relatively tedious task, but this didn't bother the young woman so much. For awhile, the day dragged on rather slowly. Yet quite unexpectedly, a very loud ruckus outside distracted Savina from her potion making task. Typically, Riften wasn't so loud. She enjoyed the peacefulness of the community.  Riften had to have been one of her favorite locations.


   Hastily, Savina got up from her alchemy table and made her way outside, not even drawing up the hood of her heavy black hood to hide her face. She didn't particularly enjoy people staring at the small scars on her cheeks that were still visible despite the small runes she tattooed upon them. Opening the door, she embraced the warm rays of sunshine and the breeze that blew into her door.  The crowds of angry Nords filling the streets of Riften was very hard to miss. And even harder to get through. But the people of Riften could easily identify Savina, and let her pass through them rather easily. The Thalmor stuck out like a sore thumb; their elven armor a commodity and their robes even stranger.


"What's going on?" Asked Savina earnestly, her Breton accent heavy.


A rough looking Nord gruffily answered her. "The damned Thalmors are replacing all our guards. By order of that King, Ancano." He had no more to say to her and walked off. Clearly to keep himself from doing anything irrational.


She had no quarrels, yet, with the King. But it angered her greatly that all those in the guard would be without jobs. Their families would suffer as well. Knowing the anger of this crowd, Savina stayed. There would surely be come sort of conflict and she would definitely be needed.

 

[Jellyon]

It was Drenmare's first time to visit the great thuggish city simply known as Riften. From what he heard of mere rumors and stories, picked up by a number of travelers, merchants, and well-known mercenaries, he expected as much. He walked down the city center, stepping over the patchy cobble-stone roadwork, wearing a worn-out black hooded cloak covering his entire body. The cloak was tattered and full of dirt. Underneath the garment, laid his iconic Stormcloak armor. For fear of recognition, he felt the need to hid it. As an added measure, he lifted his hood over his head, concealing his gruffed up face. As he wandered around, he scanned his surroundings. Today was unusually active. People busting in and out, buying and selling. It seemed that the once thieving city was more, civilized, to say the least. He heard that Riften was normally limited with people, for dangers lurked in every corner. Even the mention of the Thieves Guild widened the eyes of its citizens. But perhaps that was all in the past. He didn't care. The day went forward regardless of what he thought. But as he walked around he heard a huge commotion coming from the city's front gate. Looking onward, he saw the cause of it. He bit his lower lip.


'Thalmor....' he thought in irritation.


His sword hand gripped tightly into a fist, shaking in anger. As they strolled into the main plaza confident as they sought themselves to believe, Drenmare could do nothing but simply glare each and every one of them, thinking thousands of ways to torture them as painfully as possible. But he knew that he had to be careful. For if one of them finds out that he is one of the last remaining Stormcloaks, they would have his head on top of a spear, rotting outside the city walls. Surely he would put up a fight, but even if he survived or escaped the city, his face would cover all of Skyrim to see. Being hunted down for the rest of his life didn't seem like a fantastic idea in hindsight. He turned his back against them and headed for the nearest bar. A drink would help wash away this nightmare.

 

[LucidSol]

He turned his back against them and headed for the nearest bar. A drink would help wash away this nightmare.

Raz'Mras


Why was she here? Why was she in the very place that killed... The dark-haired woman's face contorts in an expression of anger and hatred. At her waist, her swords glow in response to her steaming aura. She takes a breath, forcing herself to be calm. These weren't the Thalmor that- Those mer were dead. All of them. Bad luck that one of them managed to cry out, alarming the city guard. At least her identity was safe, but someone might just push her too far and.... 


These people have no idea who are if you just keep to yourself, stay calm. The furious shouts around her at the cities gates forced her to take a longer, and safer route. Getting stoned didn't sound like a good idea unless there was an entire khajiit caravan and moon sugar involved. The Thalmor had made another appearance, and it was evident that it was failing. Not that it was any surprise. The native Nords didn't exactly like elves to begin with. 


You are here to find a lead, she silently reminds herself, stealing towards the tavern with her hood up, shielding her face from prying eyes. She was thoroughly disguised as an Imperial Merchant, complete with odd baubles and trinkets on her person, but by the way she glanced around uneasily could easily put her in a suspicious category, or at least one that's labeled wary stranger. Which, in a way, was reasonable. This was Riften after all, home to the Thieves Guild, even if the common rabble said otherwise. 


Speaking of which, she made a mental note to slip into the Ratway later, there was a couple of mage's down there that might be of worth talking to. Walking cautiously across the woodworks above Riften's channels, she strides to the bar and glides inside within someone else's shadow, entering unnoticed by relatively full tavern. Taking a seat to a far side out of most people's detection, she sits myself, mumbling quietly as she reviews a very battered animal hide map. There was a new mage in Winterhold, and there might be a rebellion in Windhelm against the elves, those cities might be worth checking out whiles she's in the east. She marks the cities with a black arrow and goes back to being all the places she'd been thus far. 


She looks up a moment, stretching her shoulders, and notices a rather tall figure walk into the tavern, a gleam of armor catching in her eyes before his long cloak slammed the view shut. Odd. Raz stares at him, wondering vaguely what secrets he holds before retuning to her own business. 

 

[. D O V E]

Our Hero, our Hero, claims a warrior's heart
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A travelling bard sang softly into the air as the carriage she was in slowly lose its speed and bit by bit eventually came into a stop. It took her a moment to realize that she finally arrived; Riften, the infamous city with lots of thievery and unpleasant stories. As someone that has almost traveled every major settlements in Skyrim, she was pretty good at catching (and sometimes, spreading) rumors. She payed her fare to the carriage driver who only nodded his head at him and quickly rode to the opposite direction. Eleanor sighed before stretching her arms, apparently carrying your lute and backpack around can surely make your back ache (even if you're in a carriage).


"Halt. You need to pay a toll before entering Riften." a guard smirked at her.


"Oh really?" the female bard only raised an eyebrow at the guard, a look of irritation and annoyance was evident in her face, "I bet you wanna hear me scream and call the attention of other more truthful guards." Eleanor's voice was challenging and this took the guard aback. The said guard only groaned afterwards before stepping aside, "Fine, you win." he opened the gates for her and the girl gladly step foot inside the city with a wide toothy grin in her face. She was here in Riften for a reason, a few days before, she received a letter from the local innkeeper in Riften requesting for her presence in his inn. The young bard, of course, quickly accepted the request and ventured to the Rift. "This place looks so awful." Eleanor almost cringed as her eyes wandered throughout the whole place, a beggar here, an empty bottle of mead over there and a shredded poster of the temple of Mara pasted on a wall. 


When the bard finally reached the inn, the keeper approached her and offered her a room so she could rest first. Even if she has the blood of the wolf within her, the blood of man still also runs through her veins. Sleep is something she couldn't ignore. Eleanor took a nap. She must've took a nap longer than she has expected because the moment she exited her room, she can hear complains everywhere. Something about thalmors, guards and the Ancano-dude. The redhead grabbed a random stranger by the arm who only gasped at the action, "Whoa, what's happening?" she asked curiously. "The Thalmors are in charge of the Rift now and they kicked the guards out to replace it with more elves!" the random stranger was fuming so Ely only furrowed her eyebrows at this and left the stranger alone. She proceeded to the center of the inn with the lute in her hands and began what she really came here for. She doesn't really care about politics or stuff but she just hope that these new elf guards aren't that much of a sucker for a septim as much as the previous guards. With that  thought in mind, she began singing:

Our Hero, our Hero, claims a warrior's heart
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I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes
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[Ms. Sparrow]

Victoria decided to leave it and enter the tavern, where a bard sang, a stranger she had never seen before, and there was another, a man, in a larger fashion. It was her business to know who entered Riften, the thieves guild would want a report on this. 


Victoria received some angry glanced within the tavern as she strode over to the bar area, hearing insults distantly, she wasn't a high elf, but she also wasn't a Nord, which is what half the population of Skyrim cared about. It wasn't only the fact that she was a Bosmer, it was that she was with the thieves guild, and one of the best damn thieves they had. 


Victoria wondered what she would have to do with the Thalmor here in Riften, they weren't as easy to bribe as the old guards. She had already meddled in countless Thalmor affairs as it was, and it was getting harder to do so. Victoria ordered some ale, silently looking around the tavern. 

 

[MimiWanKenobi1994]

Lingering outside for a few moments longer, Savina decided there would be no fights or injuries. She wouldn't be needed at the time. Pivoting off of her right heel and gracefully turning, she glided towards the tavern. The news was not very positive. There would surely be crowds of Nords drinking themselves silly tonight. It seemed this King Ancano really wanted to take over every hold in Skyrim. There was an inkling of a bad feeling pulsing in her bones, she just wasn't sure what would happen and when turmoil would spread. It was only a matter of time.


As Savina entered the tavern, music and noise encasing her, she tried to manage a smile. It wouldn't make matters better if she came off angry like. Someone in their drunken stupor would mistaken a frown as an invitation for a fight. Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to slip through the crowd and make her way towards the bar. She did notice a few people she didn't recognize and she knew all the faces of the Riften. Even members of the Thieves Guild. Though she wasn't in the guild, she did buy some of their wares due to some of her potions needing certain ingredients that many shop keepers didn't sell. There was a young bard with a lovely voicing singing to the crowd, another girl diligently studying her maps, and a male in the cloak clearly hiding something in his persons.


Thankfully, she didn't have to yell for the bartender to get his attention. She nodded into his direction, sending a wave of cool air in his direction. They knew it was her, she did this every time. Smirking, the bartender quickly came to Savina. "The usual?"


"No, not today. I think a few hot cups of mulled wine would lift my spirits." A few moments later, a goblet of steaming mulled wine was placed before her. She paid a few gold coins, so the drinks could keep coming until she decided to leave. "Thank you." Savina drew her heavy hood down and began sipping her delightfully warm drink. Oddly enough, she preferred and enjoyed this drink hot. No matter the season. The heat made the flavor of the spices and raisins much more succulent. 

 

[Jellyon]

The door opened with a defying screeching creak. The sound travelled throughout the bar turning the heads of all those inside. Drenmare stood in between the frames of the door staring blankly inside. The noises halted into silence, everyone simply stared at him. None of which moved an inch or gave a slight hint of expression. He knew very well that it was not very common to see such a suspicious man standing in the open doorway of an open tavern. Due to his massive build, black hooded cloak, and pressing atmosphere, he guessed that he looked like someone who would cause up some trouble.


'So much for unwanted attention...' he muttered to himself bothersome of the outcome.


Moments pass, everyone then resumed back to their own conversations and/or activities. Compared to before, the noise was slightly turned down. In the end, there was no real possible way to infiltrate the establishment. Even if you were to slowly and gently open it, it made no significant difference. Even so, his monstrous appearance alone was more than the term 'subtle'. Drenmare stepped indoors and slowly closed the door behind him. Looking back he saw that the tavern was like any other he'd been to. Drinks, music, gambling,beds to sleep in, the usual.


He let out a big sigh of utter disappointment. Continuing inside, he spotted a rather large round wooden table, fitted in the far back of the room, completed with a set of empty chairs. As he stepped forward, his steel boots clanked beneath him as he made his way across. Causing it was the hard cold metal colliding with the old, weak, wooden floor. Walking along, he cast his eyes upon the groups of people who were mainly here to gather for drinks and chatter. Drenmare did not show the slightest bit of interest in them, but rather if they would cause him some sort of difficulty in his brief visit. Reaching the table now, he walked over to the chair farthest from the center of the room and comfortably sat alone. Placing his bag on the side of his chair, he reached into the bag, rummaging around for a bit. Pulling out of the bag, he held what seemed to be several golden coins. He placed the coins on top of the table and slowly counted, piece by piece.


Drenmare frowned. Seven gold pieces.


That is all that's left. He was drying up. Pretty soon he would be joining those beggars outside in the streets asking for nothing less but a single coin. The thought of it disgusted him more. Looking into the palm of his sword hand, he could see a slight reflection of his own face. Removing the hood from his head he could see it better. What has he become? A former solider doing nothing but drink his precious life away while those bashes the lively hood of his homeland. Pitiful.


Calling the tavern's patron over to him, he ordered a single bottle of ale for five coins. When the patron came back with the ale he could see that she was uneasy around him. Whatever. Her usefulness was done. Cracking it open he took a swig of it as a taste test. Finishing the glup, he was somewhat satisfied. Better than any horse piss he tried in other places that was for sure. Leaning back on the chair and having his feet on the table, he felt more at peace. The songs of the nearby bard softly eased his mind at rest.


As time passed on he noticed a couple of things out of the ordinary. For one, a few people had kept their eyes on him for some time now ever since he entered. This would not be a problem if it weren't casual themselves. He merely smiled at each and every one of them, showing that they got his full attention. Now it was a time to wait and see who played their next moves.


@SolistheSun @ThatDove @DarknessSpirit  @SeaChelle1994 (Tagging those within the tavern/Inn)


PS: Sorry for taking so long. Been a long day today. Hope this makes up for it!

 

[Abendrot]

By decree of Provincial Governor Ancano, duly appointed representative of the Third Aldmeri Dominion, a state of emergency has been declared for all occupied territories. To maintain the stability of Tamriel, and to ensure to common good, the following statutes have been enacted, effective immediately:
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By decree, all forms of local law enforcement are to be disbanded and replaced by Thalmor military police.
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Furthermore, all persons found in violation of these aforementioned edicts or aiding a convicted person, or associating with a convicted person shall be subject to imprisonment or summary execution.
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BEHOLD THE FUTURE. BEHOLD THE DOMINION.
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The Bee and Barb had gone unusually quiet, a far cry from the hub of merriment and revelry it had once been. In a far otherwise empty corner of the common room sat a stolid-faced Argonian. Jeelum-Zei, clearly out of place in the company of Nords, had detached himself from the drunken mutterings of the tavern with daydreaming eyes looking upward towards nowhere in particular. Fortunately for him, no one seemed to be paying him any mind aside from the occasional awkward glance. A young bard stood close to the front door plucking a familiar tune on her lute as a group of men, unmistakably patriots, debated in hushed tones nearby. The whole pack of them seemed to have more than their fair share of mead, and they slurred with furious rancor about the Thalmor occupation. Jeelum found it best not to involve himself in political discussions, especially where large drunken men were concerned, lest he find himself facing the end of a sword. Besides, current political happenings had not been of any particular interest to him before, though he pondered if that was going to stay that way now that the Thalmor had properly supplanted themselves in Skyrim.


"Where's the wolf banner gone?" A voice rasped from across the room, breaking Jeelum out of his reverie, and then the whole nasty affair began. "I took it down." came the Argonian innkeep's abashed reply. "Bjorn, you know I can't fly Stormcloak colors here. They'd burn the tavern down and worse." The man's lip curled in disgust, as if Keerava had just confessed to, say, eating babies. Bjorn was a burly Nord, tall for the standards of his race with a scar marring his already unseemly face. "Took it down?" he spat. "To hang a Thalmor flag in its place?" Keerava sighed, finally setting down the pewterware she'd been so diligently cleaning. "Maybe it's true what they're saying about you." the Nord went on. "They say you scale-skins are in with those damn elves." By now, their little debacle had gained the entire tavern's rapt but silent attention. Two of Bjorn's companions rose from their chairs to join him, standing no more than two paces behind him. Jeelum half-reached for his blade. 


"Bjorn," Keerava whispered in a tone some could call sympathetic. "I know this is a difficult time for you--" 


Bjorn gave the innkeeper a stinging slap. The Argonian woman would've hit the floorboards hard had Talen-Jei not been there to catch her. "You know nothing, you lizard whore!" shouted the Nord. "They hung my brother last week for wearing his Amulet of Talos! Threw him right into the lake like he was trash! Those damn knife-ears don't fear the wrath of Talos like we do, and neither do you clinging to those ridiculous trees of yours!" Bjorn raised his hand to strike Keerava again, but Jeelum threw himself at the man before his hit landed. "Leave them be!" he shouted, shoving the Nord into the wall where the Stormcloak banner once waved.


For just a moment, the inn had gone totally silent.

 

[MimiWanKenobi1994]

The sudden commotion drew Savina out of her peaceful stupor. The Nord named Bjorn was heatedly going on about the Stormcloak being taken down. She didn't blame the bartender for taking it down. Any sane being who valued their life would have done the same thing. It all happened very quickly. Bjorn's hand slapped the Argonian woman across the face and caused her to very nearly fall, if the other man didn't catch her. Instantaneously, without a word, Savina jumped up, throwing her heavy robe off, revealing a midnight blue silk dress beneath. Attire that was easy to move about in. She using a blocking spell to keep the damned drunken Nord away from the woman.


She tried to keep her voice calm. "Bjorn. Go home. Before you do anything else stupid!" She quickly raced over to the Argonian and  and motioned towards her face. "May I check and make sure nothing is broken?" After a quick nod, Savina gently and swiftly cheeked her cheek. An quite random thought popped up in her head. Her scales are quite beautiful. But she quickly shoved the thought away and directed her full attention to the task at hand.


"You don't belong here either, Breton scum!" Bjorn's word were quite slurred but her blocking spell was holding up quite nicely.


"I have no quarrels with you. Be gone, before I make you go painfully. You won't like that very much, I promise you that." Savina then blocked out the man and and smiled at Kareeva. "Nothing is broken. But I can guarantee there will be some pain. I can make you up a nice balm to keep the pain minimal."

 

[. D O V E]

Eleanor was about to start her second song of the day when the quarrel broke out. To be honest, she was almost certain that this was gonna happen. The nords are fuming about the Dominion conquering everything to the point that they're almost replacing everything with, well, elves. True, it could get annoying most of the time but letting their anger get ahead of themselves is also annoying. The crowd was buzzing especially when the nord male slapped the Argonian innkeeper across the face for removing something that symbolizes the Stormcloak faction (which was long gone). It was only a matter of time when a man threw himself between the Keerava and Bjorn and the place went quiet, not a moment after another individual joined in, a Breton lady.


The bard just simply rolled her eyes at the occurence. Everyone and everything in this tavern was annoying her and she could feel her beast blood tempting her to go wild. The red head shook this idea away, to be hunted and wanted all over Skyrim was never the fate she desired. "Good grief, chill out people." she approached Keerava and her troublesome company while placing her hands on her hips.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

The wood elf quietly watched the scene with interest. Bjorn could be an asset, he was a bit reckless, but if he supported the Stormcloaks, then he would hate the Thalmor as well. She needed people with skills and a burning hate. 


Victoria's head snapped to the door as three Thalmir walked in, dressed in Elven armor, they summoned their swords and the tavern went silent. "Is there a problem here?" The Thalmor in the middle asked, looking around. Victoria watched with interest, anyone who snitched, she'd cross of her list, but if a fight were to start, she'd make them an offer they couldn't refuse. 

 

[Ellieroan]

Azuni got off of her horse and left him in the care of the stable master she had originally bought him from. She smiled and waved at the man she had first met all those years ago when she had come to Riften the first time to begin training with the Thieve's Guild. "Hello, old friend. It is good to see you in good health." The stable master though out a gruff laugh. "Aye, it is good to see you again, Khajiit. Be careful here, though. I heard some yelling from over the walls earlier." Azuni looked back at the gates and saw the two usual scammers were there. With a sigh, the Khajiit walked over, waving a goodbye to the stable master. Her tail tip flicking in irritation, Azuni walked up to the two guards and looked at them. "Are you going to try and scam me? Again?" The two males ended their discussion and looked at her. She saw one smile from behind his helm, and he shook his head. "Not this time, cat. Welcome home. Be careful, though, heard yelling earlier. Not sure what's going on. Some Thalmor went in not too long ago." Azuni nodded and touched his shoulder before heading into Riften.


The Khajiit saw too many Thalmor as she walked over the bridge she had walked over and under countless time. A Thalmor sneered at her and told her to watch her step. Azuni narrowed her slitted eyes and turned to head towards the tavern. She knew she could get information there. The Khajiit pulled her cloak closer around her to hide her Thieve's Guild armor that she had found in her saddle bags. Azuni opened the door to the tavern and slipped inside, seeing three Thalmor with their weapons drawn. With quiet feet, Azuni moved around them to go towards the bar, trying to not be noticed.


@DarknessSpirit


I hope it was okay that I just jumped on in?

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Victoria's ice blue eyes flicked towards a Khajiit, whom had just wandered in. Victoria instantly knew who she was, she was very associated with the Thieves Guild. Victoria wasn't wearing her normal Ebony armor, but her set of black, Master Thieves Guild armor. Although her hood was down at the moment. Victoria then looked back towards the scene with the Thalmor. 


(It's totally fine!)


@Ellieroan

 

[LucidSol]

Raz'Mras 


As the Argonian-named Nord continued to view her map, she blatantly ignored the tavern's growing uproar. Perhaps it was another fist fight. Words did those often to prove their metal. Not to mention the sounded of smacked flesh resounded through the Bee and the Barb relatively easily, and there was already people attempting to stop it - wait, that was weird. Most people just let the two clashing parties pound the crap out of one another until one submits. 


Glancing up irritably from her musty map, she gives a impudent glare to the crowd only to look back down, cursing herself, warning herself. 


It was the Thalmor. Well, time to put her disguise to the test, or come out swinging. Tucking her map to the side, she stands, addressing the high elves. 


"Excuse me sirs, but it was merely a minor dispute amongst these lousy commoners. No need for  powerful mer like yourselves to address such a pitiful crowd," the  Nord quips eloquently, giving them a respectful nod. She held her breathe a moment. The rest of the tavern tenses, with anger at her speaking up, but their hackles lower as they realize she had technically saved their arses. If they believed. 


It was perfect, her acting was. She sounded exactly like the Imperial scum from Cyrodiil. Carried herself like a merchant. Had the wares, the accents, now of only they would leave... 


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

The Thalmor turned and listened to the girl, before sheathing their weapons. "Of course madam, and call if need be, if these 'citizens' step out of line again."  One if the Thalmor responded eloquently. They turned and nearly stomped out of the tavern. 


Victoria watched with interest. "Clever, clever girl." Victoria spoke quietly to herself. This girl could definitely be of use against the Thalmor.  


@SolistheSun

 

[Abendrot]

Jeelum's flaring rage for foul-mouthed Bjorn vanished quite swiftly as he felt every pair of eyes land on him and the chaotic scene before them. He didn't feel particularly frightened by their hard stares, merely awkward. He hadn't intended to land himself at the center of attention like this -- the worst possible kind of attention -- yet his bravado had gotten the better of him and he leapt at the drunken Nord almost reflexively. Jeelum cast a quick glance over his shoulder to find a young Breton woman fluttering over to help Keerava with more or less the same conviction that had moved Jeelum to step in. She was a noblewoman judging by the silk of her dark blue dress, though she didn't carry herself with the same haughty grace that aristocrats seemed to innately possess. "Nothing is broken. But I can guarantee there will be some pain. I can make you up a nice balm to keep the pain minimal." Keerava's eyes perked up at that, but she ultimately shook her head. "Thank you m'lady, but I doubt I'll be needing that. This isn't the first rowdy customer I've had to deal with."


Meanwhile, the bard's dismissive annoyance was clear on her face as she strolled up to the bar, fists planted on her hips as if she were going to scold a group of misbehaving children. "Good grief, chill out people." she hissed. Jeelum remained in place, back to the wall, trying to figure out how on Nirn he was going to get out of here. It would only be a matter of time before the Thalmor caught wind of this, and he obviously didn't want to be around when they came to impose their idea of justice. Quietly, he crept towards one of the doors past the gathering crowd of half-drunk patrons, only to find a trio of Thalmor soldiers bursting through that entrance, carrying a certain authority and confidence that compelled the crowd to part for them. Speak of the daedra . . . Jeelum thought.


"Is there a problem here?"


The elf who spoke was a Justiciar, and a very high-ranking one at that, garbed in a floor-dragging black robe lined with gold embroidery, gloved hands folded behind his back. Flanking him were two soldiers, hands gripping the hilts of their swords and lifting their chins, as if posing for a sculptor. Jeelum managed to catch a glimpse of Bjorn sulking to the back of the crowd. He was a stupid man, true, but he wasn't nearly as irrational enough as to insult the Thamor to their faces, lest he share his brother's tragic fate. Jeelum, however, had been afraid he couldn't elude the soldiers' for much longer until yet another woman, this time a lass with a Cyrodiilic accent, stepped in to defuse the situation. The effort on the Justiciar's face was clear; he resisting the urge to sigh for his wasted time.  "Of course madam, and call if need be, if these 'citizens' step out of line again." And with that, he and his lackeys left the building. That was . . . anticlimactic. Jeelum thought, though he was still glad he could breathe a sigh of relief now that he was in the clear. "Thank you, madam." he told the merchant as he passed her by.


@SolistheSun@ThatDove@SeaChelle1994

 

[LucidSol]

Raz'Mras


The Hist be praised, the brunette sighs, and replies to the Thalmor, "Of course, I'll alert you as soon as possible if the need arises." 


She places a fist on her chest and bows slightly, showing her submissiveness. However most of them had already stormed out, cursing the Nords and their denseness and hot-blood. The absence of the sound from their rippling cloaks and the burnt magicka smell was nice. As she returns the her bar stool, the entire tavern reduced to heated whispering, and she caught several whispering a her being an 'elf-kisser' or 'mer-lover.' But these were merely people who hadn't read between the lines. With callused fingers, Raz runs a hand though her hair, calming her self from the nearly explosive situation. Eyes burned holes through her, or attempted to. 


Almost there....


Shit. 


Someone was speaking to her. Turning slowly, as to keep a non-agressive stance, she looks up to the face addressing her. It was so familiar, and her voice catches in her throat, but she swallows it down. It wasn't him. Close, but wasn't. The scaled argonian face had caught her off guard, but she gives him an almost fond expression.


"Of course, Saxhleel, it was my civic duty, nothing more," Raz replies, looking over the beast-man before returning to her rough-hewn stool with a soft sigh; once again peering at her map. Calling over Talen-Jei, she buys a drink and one for the kindly argonian fellow. The bartender nods, pouring her some ale and places a glass before the beast-man, nodding to the pretend-Imperial's direction, implying the the one who purchased the drink.


@DarknessSpirit @Lorkhan

 

[MimiWanKenobi1994]

As the Argonian woman thanked and denied the offer for balm, Savina rose up from her kneeling position. It seemed while she was looking over Khareeva, a few more people seemed to step up. Even the blasted Thalmor seemed to sense trouble and came slithering into the tavern. They were of no matter to her, her concern was the woman before her. "Let me know if he ever touches you again. Or anyone for that matter. I have a few spells and knives they might like." With that, she waved her arm and made the shield spell disperse. She then looked over at the Argonian male that was the first to stand for Khareeva. "That was quite brave of you. Bjorn can be quite reckless at times." She studied him closely. Her face remaining emotionless and calm. She didn't know this man. It made her wary. Yet, she was trying to be civil.


The shielding spell had made her a tad weary. It was a quite powerful one to keep back those who thought to interfere and cause more problems. Bjorn was also fairly strong, and Savina  didn't want to test it. She'd definitely have to order something much heavier than her mulled wine.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Victoria's attention was drawn away from the girl as a drunk nord sat down beside her, giving her angry eyes. "You an elf too? Get out of this city you filthy piece of trash!" he shouted angrily, words slightly slurred.  


Victoria sighed, annoyed and amused. A slight smirk creeping up her face. At her reaction the Nord stood up angrily, he raised his had to slap her, but with razor sharp reflexes, Victoria caught his hand and then reached up sbd grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him down to where his ear was at her mouth. Victoria whispered into his ear, her voice a deadly cold. "I have ties in every hold, especially Riften, so if you so much as make one move against me, you can either lose everything or become nothing but a bag of bones, Do you understand me?" She hissed, Victoria was well know, being a master thief, wealthy, and had ties from everywhere. Other than the  Thalmor. 


The Nord had a look of pure, drunken, fear in his eyes and nodded, Victoria released him, and he quickly made his way for the nearest door . 

 

[Ellieroan]

Azuni watched the dispute end quietly and the Thalmor left. She let out the breath she had been holding and looked around the tavern. The Khajiit was worried and curious about why the Thalmor were here in Riften. Azuni looked next to her at the woman next to her speaking to the Argonian male. "Is there a reason for all of these Thalmor to be crawling about? I haven't seen this many in one place in a long time." Azuni flicked her ears when the eyes she had felt on her earlier left. She looked behind her and saw a woman holding a man by his hair and hand. Her tail tip flicking, Azuni looked away. This could be very interesting. This Khajiit wants to be a part of whatever is brewing.


@DarknessSpirit


@SeaChelle1994

 

[MimiWanKenobi1994]

Next to her, a female Khajiit asked her why there were number of Thalmor creeping around Riften. "It seems the King desires all of the hold's guards to be his loyal warriors. Or maybe, he wants to spy on the people of Skyrim. I wouldn't put it past the Thalmor." Savina motioned towards the bar. "You want anything? All this ruckus and drunken idiots is making me quite thirsty. I'll buy." She gave a small smile to the woman. She was truly trying to be more social. Her most loyal customers and students said Savina came off too mysterious and cold. In a way, that wasn't bad. It kept the bad people away and Savina much safer. 


She decided on some strong mead. It would cause her to forget about her drained magicka, and quite honestly, help her relax. 

 

[Abendrot]

"Well madam, it's lucky that we've happened upon each other today." Jeelum said, taking the merchant woman's hand firmly and shaking it. "Jeelum-Zei" he continued. You'd be surprised what you could tell about someone with just a handshake. Jeelum found a certainty in those narrow brown eyes of hers and unassailable confidence in the way she held herself. The merchant led Jeelum to a well-used stool close to the wall. The atmosphere of the common room had returned to its previous somber mood as soon as the Thalmor left, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened. Hell, even Keerava went straight back to her rightful place behind the counter, albeit with a cold bottle of mead pressed against her cheek where Bjorn had struck her. Within moments of Jeelum seating himself, Talen-Jei came bustling in from the back room carrying a large bottle of ale and two pewter tankards. Talen set the table in seconds and left with a bow. "Food, drink, and beds are on the house tonight for you two. Thank you."


Jeelum smiled, turning to the lady across from him. "So, might I ask your name, ma'am?" he asked before taking a long drink from his tankard. Before he could hear a reply from her, however, Jeelum heard instead a familiar voice from behind him belonging to a familiar person. It was the richly dressed Breton girl from before who'd offered her healing skills to Keerava after Bjorn lashed out at her. "That was quite brave of you. Bjorn can be quite reckless at times."  she said. "Ah, the pleasure is all mine." came Jeelum's reply as he bowed his head respectfully. The man in question had left the premises long ago, probably on his way home to rethink his life choices Jeelum hoped. As the Argonian lifted his head, his eyes widened momentarily as they fell upon her face for the first time. Her eyes were a most unnatural shade of greenish blue -- or perhaps it was teal -- and they almost seemed to glow in the common room's dim light. It was not unheard of for mages to alter their eye color, Jeelum recalled, yet her eyes were not the most peculiar thing about her. No, that honor would go to the markings on her face; Daedric letters ran down both her cheeks like little tattooed teardrops. Definitely not a noblewoman Jeelum decided. Still, this woman had only shown him kindness before, and it would only be right if he'd reciprocate that respect.


"Perhaps you'd like to take a seat, miss? I'm sure we could us get another tankard here for you."


@SeaChelle1994@SolistheSun

 

[LucidSol]

Raz'Mras


Raz'Mras smiled at the tavern-keep, and thanked him with a nod and a smile of thanks. At least lodgings were taken care of. The brunette wondered vaguely if he minded if she took pelt blanket when she left. It was a tad more peaceful now that the drunkards had started to clear out, leaving a somber and almost money atmosphere behind. 


"My name is Lynne Valeius," the pretend-Imperial merchant replied continuing with the Cyrodiil-ic accent, hating the bitter taste of the lie. Not that she could reveal her real self... Her head would be on a pike in matter of seconds, unless she drew her swords, which remained at her side, bound in an ornamental cloth. She folded the map meticulously, and tucked it into a pocket at her hip. 


She had just about spoke to the Saxhleel, but was stunned momentarily as her eyes struck the face of the Breton his reply had been directed to. Her eyes reminded her instantly of the native glowing shelf mushrooms found in the caves, but that thought was abandoned as her eyes traced the woman's cheek. 


"Dremora?" she hissed under her breath, her brows narrowed slightly. This sparked a sudden fear in her. The daedra kept to themselves, but with the Thalmor in control, could another Oblivion Crisis happen? She had read the scrolls entailing the story of the crisis. It had been as if hell had broke loose upon the earth. 


@Lorkhan @SeaChelle1994