Emyris Bayne

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Crazy's always fun and, to quote Astrid, "I've rarely met a madman I haven't liked". Accepted! I'll try to squeeze you in ASAP.

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Lysander nodded at Drevayne's statement. "We aren't merchants. I mean, I'm perfectly willing to give you a quarter of any earnings I recieve from this voyage, but it seems that we, as our Elven friend says, are guards. Now, I like simple work as much as the next man, butI signed on for an element of... spontaneous adventure, lets call it. So, until we find work more in our experitise, are the Elf and I meant to guard your cargo?"

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Lysander, who was just now boarding the ship, followed by two Argonians carrying a wooden crate. More likely than not, this crate was filled with (stolen) "personal" effects that he was unable to fence off. He nodded to the Argonians, both of which proceeded to place the crate down on the ground.

Lysander dug into his coinpurse, paying them two golden septims each for their service to him. One gave a hiss to the other, and before long, they had left the ship the way they came. Lysander bit his lip, raising both eyebrows as he turned to Hargjorn and Drevayne. Having heard what Drevayne had said to Hargjorn before he had made his way oto the ship, Lysander placed his right foot onto the crate as he leaned in toward Drevayne and Hargjorn. He gave a mock-smirk to Hargjorn. "So, were are we headed, Cap'n?"

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Right, accepted! You may post after The 42nd Gecko's next post. If you haven't posted before our departure, we'll meet on the road.

Oh, and Daglobster, when you're ready, you can give us the general overview of the docks when we get there.

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Lysander stands, nodding to Harjorn and his crew. "I'll meet you at the ship...once I find it at the docks....but until then," Lysander nods to the sailors, proceeding to follow Drevayne out of the Inn.

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

"No, Captain," Lysander chuckled a bit, "no objection from my part." He looked to the Nordic ruffians from before, to the Stormcloaks across the room, then back over to Hargjorn, Drevayne, the Redguard and the Orc. "So, where're we heading first, Captain?"

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Well, the Werewolf storyline is based around a pack in High Rock, more details will be provided later on, but yeah, post an app here, and your first IC post will be accepted after your app, as well as after Drevayne's (42nd Gecko's) next post.

And if you don't post an app before we leave Skyrim, we could always meet your character on the road.

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Well, it all depends on your preference.

Do you want to have the classic version found in High Rock and around Tamriel, or do you want the Companion brand? Are you, or were you ever at some point a Companion? Do you want to contract Lycanthropy during your backstory or would you be willing to contract it during the roleplay (because there will be a quest series-esque adventure revolving around Lycanthropy in High Rock, and hence there will be the opportunity to contract it)?

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Lysander looks to Drevayne with his trademark smirk, then back to Hargjorn. He took a liking to the old Dunmer immediately. "Probably will need a healer, considering your business and...mine..." He leaned forward. "So there, two adventurers for you, paying a fee of say...25%. How does that sound to you, Mr....ermm..." He extends his hand, a bit unsteady.

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

The Nordic woman rolled her eyes, taking a bottle of Nordic Ale from below the bar. She slammed it down on the counter, sliding it towards Drevayne as she leaned in. "That'll be 25 septims...Elf."

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Lysander glanced about, thinking about his home in the Imperial Province. There seemed to be much more to steal there than here in Skyrim, though a better opportunity to steal things was why he had left Cyrodiil in the first place. Skyrim was dry, as far as stolen riches were concerned. He flashed his smirk, after having an idea; perhaps he could come along and find better riches in High Rock, perhaps even in the Summerset Isles if their travels would permit them.

He glanced about again as he took as he turned once more to Hargjorn. "Perhaps I may...come along? I traveled here from Cyrodiil, you see, to see whether or not there was any small fortune to be made here...Unfortunately, this was not the case...so, I was thinking, perhaps I could find riches elsewhere...Of course," He grinned, "I would give you, say...10% of my profits...?"