CrystalCHTriple

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"Sir The Best in Thedas of House Better Luck Next Time," he said as he straightened his posture. Blasted, he thought after briefly pausing. If his skin was a shade lighter, the red in his cheeks may have shown. "Ahem. M'name's Rili, and I am here for your offer."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with a red liquid that held a faint and swift shimmer, an accidental shimmer to his annoyance. He placed it on the table and nodded once.

"Elfroot, spindleweed, blood lotus, rashvine... I know my way around herbs. I do not claim to be an alchemist, but how many people can say they know someone who can stop that itch, or give some bandits a bad case of explosions?"

He may have overstated his skill in brewing potions—he never gave full attention in his herbalism lectures—but revealing his magical abilities so soon, proclaiming to be a mage in an establishment full of sleepers, soporati as he shamefully used so often, and before the crew's lives depended on it, it was a risk he did not wish to take. Lies are distasteful, he thought to himself, as would giving people reasons to fear mages.

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"The Blooming Rose... quite the name." Rili sighed, rubbed his fingers through the curls that draped against his ears and neck, and continued in a soft tone, "Doesn't sound like something you want to catch."

He took one step and stopped to look at his tunic. It was not moist with a day's earnings but it was stained with oils and dirt nonetheless. He shrugged his shoulders and entered the brothel. His eyes darted in all directions, his hands went from each other to his shirt without rhyme or reason, and his torso twisted aimlessly as looked for the Qunari. Indeed, he may as well have entered a brothel for the first time.

"Damn it," he muttered. "Get yourself together. A bipedal bull. How hard could it be to—ah."

He spotted the Qunari, and another, along with an elf, two dwarves, and humans, one of them plump and small. Adorable, he thought with a jest, I always wanted a little sister. He cleared his throat and advanced, though not without maneuvering around patrons and the scantly clad, a couple of whom momentarily stole his attention. He recollected himself and made a quiet addition to the group.

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@MiddleEarthRoze

1487 posts in 666 days. 7-1 = 6. 8/4 = 2, 4-1=3, 3x2=6. 1+4=5, 8-7=1, 1+5=6. 666. Illuminati confirmed.

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"And don't come back unless you want your head up your ass, you little nugshit!" Vincent bellowed over the sudden still air. He glanced at the cut on his hand and grunted. "Damn thieves... got no honor." He looked at everyone and fell silent, those furrowed brows and twisted nose betraying the scowl beneath that thick red bush of a beard. "How can you trust a thief who can't thrust straight?" he said before smiling as the door slammed and chattering filled the tavern once more.

"Nug, eh?" said Leoric. "Didn't take you for the adventuring type."

"I met a share of dwarves in my travels, most of which involved protecting lyrium traders," Vincent replied. He rubbed his shoulder. "Wish lyrium could heal a few bones."

Rili finished his mug of water. "What made you settle?" he said. Vincent reached for a dry rag on the countertop and pressed it against his hand. "A few nugs of my own," he replied. "I figured I'll be no good to them dead, or rotting away in some dungeon. Besides, I made enough coin to open my own little tavern, as you can see."

"And what about you?" Leoric filled his mug with ale. "You're still young and full of bad choices waiting to happen... I suspect you have a few you'd like to share." He leaned closer and grinned. "Some windows you had to leap from? Some guards you have to evade? Some ale you decided was best in your belly?"

"Ale? I don't drink ale. I try to avoid such substances."

"You know what we Fereldans call a man who doesn't drink ale?"

"Fereldan?" Leoric remarked. "You were born here."

"Piss off. My grandparents were Fereldan... so, you know what we Fereldans call a man who doesn't drink ale?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Not fit to rule."

"And here I was thinking Orlesian."

"There's a difference?" said Leoric.

"Could be worse," Vincent responded. "Could be Qunari, blasted creatures."

Rili narrowed his eyes. Qunari. It would seem they were destined to intertwine, one way or another. "That reminds me," he said, "I need to follow up on that offer. A Qunari has been looking to put together a crew, ship and all."

Leoric pushed his mug forward. "This is why we shouldn't let sober people have the ideas. Have some of my ale. Working under a Qunari... what sort of madness has taken you?" Rili gave a dismissive wave. "I'm being serious," he replied. "There is always need of a good crew. Packages need delivering, people need transporting. Always need for that."

"Why do you want to sail with one of them? What if you are dragged back to their lands or something?" said Vincent. "You have to be jesting."

"Because the coin could be good." He sighed and looked down at the scroll. "I could stay here, or I could go back to... I could go back home, to Rivain. Either way, I could have enough to put a roof over my head."

"But how do you know this Qunari won't try to force you into... into... into whatever they call it."

"Because he wouldn't ask for an appearance at the Blooming Rose."

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I did not post IC in 28 days because my character did not climb the icy wall with precarious equipment and it would have been no different than what anyone else had posted—struggle, struggle, slip, keep climbing, and finally made it. I was hoping a ladder would appear sooner, but whatever. A risk was taken roleplaying a cautious character.

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If there is any question on why I did not mention anything about wanting a ladder sooner, I wanted the roleplay to proceed organically rather than ask people to change what they had in mind, and that may conflict with how others want to roleplay, which is fine. My character will depart here. The crew have their share of mages and he always wanted to visit the College of Winterhold.

Is world building a thing here?

I would like to engage in it but my hopes are not high, however.

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@CrystalCHTriple seems to have you covered on that Heal spell!

@fluorescent

My character is not a healer, however. If more than one person gets smacked up, struggle will ensue.

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Is a Bag of Holding (reasonable weight limit) allowed?

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@Saarebas

His parents remained in Wycome. He received the letter of his grandfather's condition after it had worsened (postage in DA could use some dwarven horseless carriages) and could not get there in enough time, hence him going to Rivain before returning to Tevinter, and his brother is a templar in the Free Marches. Although, having his parents move to Tevinter may add a layer to the tension between him and his brother. May change that.

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