I was not aware there was another collab going. I suppose Ssarak could have been fighting something else at that time. Or more likely, trying to direct the frontlines to prevent them from falling.
Is there another collab going, or is this scene wrapping up?
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As the group was beginning to leave, Rukeewei nodded back to Ariel with a smile. "You're welcome. I wish you luck settling here. If you get a chance, you should take the opportunity to enjoy the festival. I myself will be heading over there this evening once my brother takes over here."
Once they had dropped off most of their belongings in their rooms, the group left the inn to go to the tailor Rukeewei recommended. As they neared the shop, another impressive sight came into view. In the center of town at a sort of junction between the districts was the city's Hist tree, which was quite a bit larger than the sapling they made camp near a few days prior. It stood out drastically from the buildings around it, but was impressive all the same. It was surrounded by a fence at least twice as tall as the average person, with two guards posted at each gate, and it was easy to see why. While the tree itself was too large to be easily harmed, there were seemingly hundreds of Argonian eggs in nests near the pools of sap at its base. The only people inside the fence were the treeminders who cared for the tree and the eggs it was nurturing. Needless to say, this particular tree was not likely suitable for Sabine's ritual.
"If you wish to sell cosmetic products, I would make sure to learn more about Argonian styles in this city. I am afraid I am not able to help in that regard, so you will have to talk to locals. I suppose that is as good of a reason as any to attempt to make new friends. Perhaps the owner of this shop with be more open to you, since Rukeewei referred us." Meesei advised as they approached the shop. The building was of a similar, modest construction as the inn, and also had its sign written in both Jel and Cyrodilic.
"Yeah, you could also serve other markets as well. There do seem to be quite a few non-Argonians in this city, so you might be able to make something helpful for them." Ahnasha added as they entered the shop.
Just as one would expect, the tailor's shop had sets of clothing neatly slacked on shelves along the walls, with sets of different styles on display on mannequins. The materials ranged from fibers from local plants, to leather from native creatures. One dress was even made from dyed, finely woven spidersilk, though it looked rather expensive. All of the clothing seemed to match the Argonian styles they had seen people wearing since they entered the city. In addition, there were display cases with Argonian styled jewelry positioned in a way that they were easily visible. The Argonian behind the counter set down the book she was reading as soon as the group entered. She had light, tan-colored scales with no horns and green feathers on her head. There was a hint of excitement in her expression at such a large group entering her store. "Greetings, welcome to the Loom and Lapis. I am Speaks-With-Thread, how may I help you?" She said, giving the translation of her name since she saw that the group was mostly non-Argonian.
Meesei answered as she approached the counter. "Our clothing has become worn from our travels, and we would like to find replacements, as opposed to repairs, specifically in the local style. The innkeeper, Rukeewei, recommended we come here."
"Well, he was correct, I can certainly help you there. All of my clothing is handcrafted in the latest styles popular to Thorn. I have clothes tailored for Argonians, as well as other races, in a variety of sizes. If you find something you like, but it is not in the right size, I am of course more than happy to make the proper alterations. Feel free to browse, and ask me if you need any help. Should you need it, there is also a room to my right you may make use of."
Once they had dropped off most of their belongings in their rooms, the group left the inn to go to the tailor Rukeewei recommended. As they neared the shop, another impressive sight came into view. In the center of town at a sort of junction between the districts was the city's Hist tree, which was quite a bit larger than the sapling they made camp near a few days prior. It stood out drastically from the buildings around it, but was impressive all the same. It was surrounded by a fence at least twice as tall as the average person, with two guards posted at each gate, and it was easy to see why. While the tree itself was too large to be easily harmed, there were seemingly hundreds of Argonian eggs in nests near the pools of sap at its base. The only people inside the fence were the treeminders who cared for the tree and the eggs it was nurturing. Needless to say, this particular tree was not likely suitable for Sabine's ritual.
"If you wish to sell cosmetic products, I would make sure to learn more about Argonian styles in this city. I am afraid I am not able to help in that regard, so you will have to talk to locals. I suppose that is as good of a reason as any to attempt to make new friends. Perhaps the owner of this shop with be more open to you, since Rukeewei referred us." Meesei advised as they approached the shop. The building was of a similar, modest construction as the inn, and also had its sign written in both Jel and Cyrodilic.
"Yeah, you could also serve other markets as well. There do seem to be quite a few non-Argonians in this city, so you might be able to make something helpful for them." Ahnasha added as they entered the shop.
Just as one would expect, the tailor's shop had sets of clothing neatly slacked on shelves along the walls, with sets of different styles on display on mannequins. The materials ranged from fibers from local plants, to leather from native creatures. One dress was even made from dyed, finely woven spidersilk, though it looked rather expensive. All of the clothing seemed to match the Argonian styles they had seen people wearing since they entered the city. In addition, there were display cases with Argonian styled jewelry positioned in a way that they were easily visible. The Argonian behind the counter set down the book she was reading as soon as the group entered. She had light, tan-colored scales with no horns and green feathers on her head. There was a hint of excitement in her expression at such a large group entering her store. "Greetings, welcome to the Loom and Lapis. I am Speaks-With-Thread, how may I help you?" She said, giving the translation of her name since she saw that the group was mostly non-Argonian.
Meesei answered as she approached the counter. "Our clothing has become worn from our travels, and we would like to find replacements, as opposed to repairs, specifically in the local style. The innkeeper, Rukeewei, recommended we come here."
"Well, he was correct, I can certainly help you there. All of my clothing is handcrafted in the latest styles popular to Thorn. I have clothes tailored for Argonians, as well as other races, in a variety of sizes. If you find something you like, but it is not in the right size, I am of course more than happy to make the proper alterations. Feel free to browse, and ask me if you need any help. Should you need it, there is also a room to my right you may make use of."
Light armor in ESO is clothing. These are what the basic robes for Argonians are: http://eso-fashion.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2014/03/Argonian-Shrike-Male-Front_thumb.pnghttp://eso-fashion.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2014/03/Argonian-Shrike-Female-Front.png. Better versions are adorned with more embroidery and feathers.
Looks like it let me post. I have a few ideas for things to do in the city, especially with the festival. I'm not sure how you intend for Ariel to learn and make decisions about the city, though I suppose the innkeeper could answer questions.
I'm not really sure what clothing styles would be like for Argonians in Black Marsh cities. The only thing I have to go off of is the Argonian clothing styles in ESO, which I guess would probably be similar.
I'm not really sure what clothing styles would be like for Argonians in Black Marsh cities. The only thing I have to go off of is the Argonian clothing styles in ESO, which I guess would probably be similar.
Meesei nodded understandingly. "I see, so how should we go about finding an inn with vacant rooms?"
"We should look for somewhere away from the festival, probably out of this district, which I am assuming is a wealthy district. The inns elsewhere might not be as nice, but it is not like that really matters." Ahnasha advised. They approached and asked one of the guards for directions and were pointed to the far side of the city, just east of the docks. As they left the festival, they saw that the buildings in this area were much less elaborate, and likely belonged to the city's working class. It wasn't what one would call a slum; far from it, it actually seemed rather quaint, but it was unexceptional compared to the rest of the city. Following the guard's directions, they eventually found the inn. It was a two-story building with a sign reading "The Wamasu's Nest," written in both Jel and Cyrodilic.
Stepping inside, they saw that the main room was, surprisingly, quite empty, apart from a pair of Argonians drinking at a table on the far side of the room and an Argonian male behind the bar cleaning one of the mugs, who they assumed to be the innkeeper. It seemed to be more of a tavern than an inn, but from the guard's description, they rented rooms as well as serving drinks. When the innkeeper saw the pack enter, he placed the mug aside and gave a friendly smile. He had chocolate colored scales with red eyes and six, small horns on each side of his head, and was of about average height and build.
"Hmm, I didn't expect to find an inn so empty during a festival." Ahnasha commented as they approached, more thinking out loud than actually speaking to anyone.
The innkeeper gave a chuckle. "Actually, I'm busier than I have been all year, it's just that most of them are gone at the festival. I have rented over half of my rooms in the past few hours. Anyway, how may I assist you?"
"We are actually looking for lodging ourselves, do you still have any open rooms?" Meesei asked
The innkeeper nodded. "Indeed I do, I have four remaining. How many would you like for your group?"
Meesei glanced over to the others, then back to the innkeeper. "I am not sure. How large are each of these rooms?"
"Well, they are designed with two people in mind, but I would say they could hold three comfortably, if you don't mind things being just a bit tight." He answered.
Meesei paused, thinking for a moment. She was not picky at all about how crowded her room was, and fewer rooms would mean spending less gold for their stay. "I do not think we will need more than three." She answered.
"Alright, that will be thirty gold total. Just pick out any three of the empty rooms upstairs. And if you need anything: food, drink, advice on local attractions, just ask me." He responded.
As Meesei was getting the gold to pay for their rooms, Ahnasha figured she would make good on his offer for advice. "I have a question, actually. We have been traveling a long ways and are in need of new clothing. Can you recommend any tailors in the city?"
The Argonian's face seemed to light up upon Ahnasha's question. "Yes, my brother's wife is a tailor. And a jeweler. Quite a talented one, she is. She owns a shop just down the street, closer to the docks. It is called the "Loom and Lapis." You should pay her a visit; I'm sure she would be happy to help you. Tell her I sent you...maybe then she will forgive me for forgetting her hatching day last year."
"Will do...what is your name?" Ahnasha asked.
The inkeeper laughed. "Well, visitors to town have taken to calling me Serves-Drinks-Faster. It's not my name, but I don't complain. No, my real name is Rukeewei."
"Well, thank you, Rukeewei." Ahnasha said politely.
"It is no problem." He said. After he accepted the gold from Meesei, he looked over the rest of the group. "Let me know if you need anything to make your stay more comfortable, and if you have any more questions, I will be happy to answer."
"We should look for somewhere away from the festival, probably out of this district, which I am assuming is a wealthy district. The inns elsewhere might not be as nice, but it is not like that really matters." Ahnasha advised. They approached and asked one of the guards for directions and were pointed to the far side of the city, just east of the docks. As they left the festival, they saw that the buildings in this area were much less elaborate, and likely belonged to the city's working class. It wasn't what one would call a slum; far from it, it actually seemed rather quaint, but it was unexceptional compared to the rest of the city. Following the guard's directions, they eventually found the inn. It was a two-story building with a sign reading "The Wamasu's Nest," written in both Jel and Cyrodilic.
Stepping inside, they saw that the main room was, surprisingly, quite empty, apart from a pair of Argonians drinking at a table on the far side of the room and an Argonian male behind the bar cleaning one of the mugs, who they assumed to be the innkeeper. It seemed to be more of a tavern than an inn, but from the guard's description, they rented rooms as well as serving drinks. When the innkeeper saw the pack enter, he placed the mug aside and gave a friendly smile. He had chocolate colored scales with red eyes and six, small horns on each side of his head, and was of about average height and build.
"Hmm, I didn't expect to find an inn so empty during a festival." Ahnasha commented as they approached, more thinking out loud than actually speaking to anyone.
The innkeeper gave a chuckle. "Actually, I'm busier than I have been all year, it's just that most of them are gone at the festival. I have rented over half of my rooms in the past few hours. Anyway, how may I assist you?"
"We are actually looking for lodging ourselves, do you still have any open rooms?" Meesei asked
The innkeeper nodded. "Indeed I do, I have four remaining. How many would you like for your group?"
Meesei glanced over to the others, then back to the innkeeper. "I am not sure. How large are each of these rooms?"
"Well, they are designed with two people in mind, but I would say they could hold three comfortably, if you don't mind things being just a bit tight." He answered.
Meesei paused, thinking for a moment. She was not picky at all about how crowded her room was, and fewer rooms would mean spending less gold for their stay. "I do not think we will need more than three." She answered.
"Alright, that will be thirty gold total. Just pick out any three of the empty rooms upstairs. And if you need anything: food, drink, advice on local attractions, just ask me." He responded.
As Meesei was getting the gold to pay for their rooms, Ahnasha figured she would make good on his offer for advice. "I have a question, actually. We have been traveling a long ways and are in need of new clothing. Can you recommend any tailors in the city?"
The Argonian's face seemed to light up upon Ahnasha's question. "Yes, my brother's wife is a tailor. And a jeweler. Quite a talented one, she is. She owns a shop just down the street, closer to the docks. It is called the "Loom and Lapis." You should pay her a visit; I'm sure she would be happy to help you. Tell her I sent you...maybe then she will forgive me for forgetting her hatching day last year."
"Will do...what is your name?" Ahnasha asked.
The inkeeper laughed. "Well, visitors to town have taken to calling me Serves-Drinks-Faster. It's not my name, but I don't complain. No, my real name is Rukeewei."
"Well, thank you, Rukeewei." Ahnasha said politely.
"It is no problem." He said. After he accepted the gold from Meesei, he looked over the rest of the group. "Let me know if you need anything to make your stay more comfortable, and if you have any more questions, I will be happy to answer."
Just realized I can connect again. Not too much time to post, but I'll do what I can, provided it stays up.
Website has been kind of spotty today, hasn't it? I just now started to be able to connect.
Unlike usual, most of the pack was not in too much of a hurry to dry off once they finally got out of the water, as the cool of the water was a great way to counterbalance the warmth of the air. For once in her life, Ahnasha was glad to have fur which trapped in the water for an extended time, since it kept her at a comfortable temperature for longer than the others. She made sure not to let up on bragging about it to Fendros to get at least a little revenge on him for his relentless assault before, though she still needed to do something else to truly get even.
Normally, the pack traveled through the wilds to reach their destination, but since most of the pack was not adept at traversing marshlands, Meesei consulted their map to bring them to a road...if it could be called that. Waterways were the primary method of travel in the marsh, so land-based routes were often overgrown, but it was still faster than wading through the swamps. It took a few days of travel for them to near the city, during which time the road seemed to become more well-maintained. They ended up passing more travelers than Meesei expected, a surprising number of which were non-Argonian. Even so, they received far fewer strange looks for their choice of attire than they were used to in Cyrodiil, since Argonians from smaller villages often wore more 'tribal' clothing. The most curiosity from strangers seemed to be as to why such a mix of races would all adopt the same style.
When they finally reached the city, they easily saw why it had gained such a reputation. The marsh had become much less dense as they drew closer to the coast, so when they crested the hill just beyond the city, they were greeted by the magnificent sight of Thorn set against the vast expanse of the ocean behind it The region was still marshland, but the area immediately around the city had been cleared and was fairly open. Along the side of the well-maintained road cobblestone road leading up to the city were multicolored flowers, some native, and some imported from other parts of Tamriel. The walls were a fine, white stone with flowering vines growing up them, while the gate was carved and painted with patterns of thorn-covered vines. Inside the city, the architecture and aesthetics were just as majestic. The buildings were made from either a similar white stone to the walls, or carved wood. For Meesei, it seemed just as alien as any other city she had been in, as the style only seemed to have slight Argonian influence, almost to the point where it would not be noticeable if she did not know what to look for. Regardless, she had to admit it was quite beautiful, which was clearly something the residents of Thorn cared greatly about. Hanging above them as they walked through the surprisingly crowded streets were more flowering vines suspended from wooden beams running between buildings. Indeed, there seemed to be colorful flowers growing in many places across the city.
Although Argonians were still the largest group, over half of the people they saw were a mix of other races. One group that stood out was a group of Khajiit draped with flowing, multicolored cloths walking beside them. Ahnasha recognized them as a kind of traditional Khajiit acrobats, but was rather confused on why they would be in a city in Black Marsh. As they continued on, however, they walked with the crowd into a sort of open market area that explained why the city was so exceptionally lively. There appeared to be some sort of festival going on, with people from all over Tamriel coming to experience it. Certainly, it explained the extravagant decorations all over the city, though it would still be quite beautiful even without them. Music filled the air and the scents of all sorts of foods and flowers mixed to form an odd, but pleasurable sensation. Meesei felt rather strongly out of her element in such a place, but as usual, she maintained her composure.
"I heard this place was beautiful, but...this is definitely not what I expected from a Black Marsh city. It's so...lively, and vibrant." Ahnasha commented.
"Neither did I." Meesei added. "I think Thorn may be unique among Black Marsh cities. The Argonian influence is not too obvious, at least not on the surface. I suppose we still do not know a lot about the people here. I am guessing many of these people are only visitors to this place. Still, we have time to learn. I think at some point soon, we should purchase some clothes for use in the city. We have these city clothes, but they do not match the local styles of city Argonians. Many of the visitors aren't wearing clothing in that style, but it may help Ariel not to be seen as a simple visitor."
Normally, the pack traveled through the wilds to reach their destination, but since most of the pack was not adept at traversing marshlands, Meesei consulted their map to bring them to a road...if it could be called that. Waterways were the primary method of travel in the marsh, so land-based routes were often overgrown, but it was still faster than wading through the swamps. It took a few days of travel for them to near the city, during which time the road seemed to become more well-maintained. They ended up passing more travelers than Meesei expected, a surprising number of which were non-Argonian. Even so, they received far fewer strange looks for their choice of attire than they were used to in Cyrodiil, since Argonians from smaller villages often wore more 'tribal' clothing. The most curiosity from strangers seemed to be as to why such a mix of races would all adopt the same style.
When they finally reached the city, they easily saw why it had gained such a reputation. The marsh had become much less dense as they drew closer to the coast, so when they crested the hill just beyond the city, they were greeted by the magnificent sight of Thorn set against the vast expanse of the ocean behind it The region was still marshland, but the area immediately around the city had been cleared and was fairly open. Along the side of the well-maintained road cobblestone road leading up to the city were multicolored flowers, some native, and some imported from other parts of Tamriel. The walls were a fine, white stone with flowering vines growing up them, while the gate was carved and painted with patterns of thorn-covered vines. Inside the city, the architecture and aesthetics were just as majestic. The buildings were made from either a similar white stone to the walls, or carved wood. For Meesei, it seemed just as alien as any other city she had been in, as the style only seemed to have slight Argonian influence, almost to the point where it would not be noticeable if she did not know what to look for. Regardless, she had to admit it was quite beautiful, which was clearly something the residents of Thorn cared greatly about. Hanging above them as they walked through the surprisingly crowded streets were more flowering vines suspended from wooden beams running between buildings. Indeed, there seemed to be colorful flowers growing in many places across the city.
Although Argonians were still the largest group, over half of the people they saw were a mix of other races. One group that stood out was a group of Khajiit draped with flowing, multicolored cloths walking beside them. Ahnasha recognized them as a kind of traditional Khajiit acrobats, but was rather confused on why they would be in a city in Black Marsh. As they continued on, however, they walked with the crowd into a sort of open market area that explained why the city was so exceptionally lively. There appeared to be some sort of festival going on, with people from all over Tamriel coming to experience it. Certainly, it explained the extravagant decorations all over the city, though it would still be quite beautiful even without them. Music filled the air and the scents of all sorts of foods and flowers mixed to form an odd, but pleasurable sensation. Meesei felt rather strongly out of her element in such a place, but as usual, she maintained her composure.
"I heard this place was beautiful, but...this is definitely not what I expected from a Black Marsh city. It's so...lively, and vibrant." Ahnasha commented.
"Neither did I." Meesei added. "I think Thorn may be unique among Black Marsh cities. The Argonian influence is not too obvious, at least not on the surface. I suppose we still do not know a lot about the people here. I am guessing many of these people are only visitors to this place. Still, we have time to learn. I think at some point soon, we should purchase some clothes for use in the city. We have these city clothes, but they do not match the local styles of city Argonians. Many of the visitors aren't wearing clothing in that style, but it may help Ariel not to be seen as a simple visitor."
I am rather exhausted at the moment, so I gave a short post. I can timeskip us to thorn once we are done with this scene.
Lorag shrugged. "She is with her sister, I guess." He said, breaking his silence. He did find it strange as well how Runt was acting, so much so that he was genuinely curious as to what caused it.
Meesei nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Ariel most likely was part of Sabine's life since she could first form memories. Even if some of those memories ended up being bad, that is still quite an imprint to leave. I think it is good that she is getting along well with her sister. Being able to settle her problems from her past will make the ritual that much easier."
"Wait, I wouldn't happen to be...no, wait stop!" Ahnasha shouted before she began to laugh uncontrollably. She twitched and curled up around the spot Fendros was tickling. "No!, Please, I can't..." She said, unable to form complete sentences. As her arms were flailing around, she accidentally ended up dragging one of her claws across Fendros' inner thigh.
Meesei nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Ariel most likely was part of Sabine's life since she could first form memories. Even if some of those memories ended up being bad, that is still quite an imprint to leave. I think it is good that she is getting along well with her sister. Being able to settle her problems from her past will make the ritual that much easier."
"Wait, I wouldn't happen to be...no, wait stop!" Ahnasha shouted before she began to laugh uncontrollably. She twitched and curled up around the spot Fendros was tickling. "No!, Please, I can't..." She said, unable to form complete sentences. As her arms were flailing around, she accidentally ended up dragging one of her claws across Fendros' inner thigh.
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