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Being one with the power to bring back life into dead bones wasn't something Anne-Marie prided herself on, and it was something she tried to keep hidden for the most part, but there was no way she could deny that its effects weren't helpful. There was stigma and rightfully so, and the Dunmer would probably hold that against her as well, but for now, escape was top priority. She couldn't stop herself from worrying though. She wished she had her staff...

She hear him mention the sword- well, beggars couldn't be choosers, she guessed. Anne-Marie didn't quite like blades as weapons- her arms weren't strong, well, she was rather weak altogether, her magicka being the strongest part of her. Even though the sword was meant to be held by only one hand, the small Breton had to grab it with both of hers as she tried to keep up with the Dunmer. It was a good thing she stopped just a few inches away from him when he spoke again; a little closer and she may have prodded him in the behind with the raised sword.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the platform in the middle, locking onto the carriage driver and the man standing over him. Her mouth twisted into an unwilling grimace- she had seen this sort of ritual before, in fact, she had even partaken in one before running for her life. Bile rose from her stomach, making its way up to her throat, and she had to force herself not to throw up, because that certainly wouldn't help anyone.

"I can... do something" Her forehead screwed in concentration, eyes on the ground before her as her hands raised, sword still held, tightly in their grip. Then from the dirt rose a skeleton, green fumes wafting off him as the undead stood before the two, seeming uncertain almost. Anne-Marie's eyes shifted back to the man with the dagger, and the skeleton shifted its focus in his direction. Now filled with surety, it bolted forward, jumping onto the the shocked man before exploding, toxic fumes permeating his location as he tried to scramble away.

Anne-Marie gulped, unsure of what to do next, seeing she had clearly interrupted the ritual. The focus of the five people standing around the platform was now on her and the Dunmer, each bearing looks that bode anything but good will.

"I- I think... they might be angry?" she whispered, voice a little high pitched from stress. Her hand gripped tightly around the sword, as if it could help her out of the situation.

She really wished she had her staff!
Bruma, 20th of First Seed

Now that she thought about it, it was a little strange to the young Nord that she had never actually been to Bruma before the last few weeks. So close to Skyrim, yet knowing it was part of Cyrodiil had made the Jerall Mountains seem strange and mysterious, and perhaps a little intimidating. Not to mention her father always making a bland and uninspiring face at the mention of anything from his homeland- sometimes it seemed as if he was more Nord than she was! Maybe that was what fueled the curiousity in her to finally step out of her comfort zone, to travel through the mountains and make her way into Bruma, after months of traveling through Skyrim. While she loved the home of the Nords with all her being, she knew there had to be more out there. Tamriel was huge, and Skyrim was just a small wee bit of the world! Stories told to her during her tavern stays had only further fanned the flame of intrigue, until at last the Nord stepped into Cyrodiil, hoping to find something different, something exciting.

She had to admit that at first glance she was rather... disappointed. All smiles perhaps, but disappointed nonetheless, as everything still seemed rather similar to back home, save the names of people perhaps. The smell was similar, the feel of the land, the food even... But then there was something that swayed her disappointment. A new guild searching for recruits? Here? Immediately her mind churned and excitement once more brew within, thoughts of her mother and the Companions at the forefront.

It'll be just like tha', won' it? I'll be able t'do a whole lotta things like Ma did, with others like me!

It was a no brainer, really. Adventuring was fun, but it was lonely business most of the time, and even if she was used to it, she liked being around people. She liked to talk to friendly folks, share food and mead at a table, regale people with tales of valour... or even silly stories and jokes.

There was always the possibility that she would be rejected-

"No, ain' gonna think like tha'!" she scolded herself loudly, smacking the table she was sitting at with the palm of her hand, which she regretted almost immediately, feeling the sting of an embedded splinter. "Gah, Stendar have mercy..."

Ignoring the puzzled and annoyed looks sent her way, Megana Corvus pushed back her chair and stood up, scowling as she looked at the obnoxious sliver of wood sticking out of her palm. Letting out a "blah", she carefully grabbed the intruder and yanked it out... or rather attempted to. Her fingers, though supple, were in fact useless against the teensy piece of wood, as were her teeth when she failed with the aforementioned. A large cough and a simultaneous clearing of someone's throat had Meg look away from her hand. "Ahh..."

Sheepish, she let out a small embarrassed laugh before reaching into the backpack she had carelessly plonked on the second chair by her table, rummaging about inside before pulling out a sad looking money bag that didn't promise many septims within.

Ahh... I really do hope I get in... I'mma be outta gold soon!

Leaving the tavern with her belongings and a slightly stinging palm, the Nord woman paused momentarily, hearing some raised voice in the distance. Unsure what that might be about, she wondered if it would be a good idea to see if there was trouble brewing somewhere. Wouldn't that be what aspiring adventurers and heroes would do? But then... what if people eventually thought she was causing trouble... She paused momentarily to fix her bag, the strap slipping off her shoulder. It seemed as if she'd need to find a replacement for it soon as well.

Before another sigh could escape her, her attention was caught by people gathering near a board Meg has recognized some days earlier as similar to the ones she would peruse to find her next delve to tomb raid, along with postings of marks needing to be hunted. Her green eyes widened and she hurried her way over, trying her best to politely push past those already standing there, nearly smacking face first into the largest Argonian she had ever seen... ever.

"Wah! Sorry!" Meandering a little to the side so she could see the board, she squinted as she tried to read what had been recently posted. Me?... me?.. me...? "Ah! Me!" Her exclamation was not the only one, however, and probably not the loudest one either as it seemed somebody else had found their name on the paper posted as well. It took only a quick glance to spot the person- with those pointed ears, white spotted fur, long spotted tail and catlike features, only a fool wouldn't recognize a khajiit.

"Me too!" she proclaimed, grinning in the stranger's direction. "I'm Meg, nice t'meetcha!"
Jaina el Kelbi

30 ~ Breton ~ Fighter




Sum your life so far into a single paragraph:
There isn't much I recall about my early childhood save that my mother was Breton and my father was a Redguard, though both lived not in their respective lands of birth, rather in Skyrim. I grew up near Whiterun… under the shadow of Dragonhold one could say, in the care of bandits. This didn't last too long- my parents and the others were found and killed, their bodies looted. How I remained alive, it's hard to say. Perhaps I was too small and unnoticeable while hiding, or perhaps the guards who found the camp decided it wasn't worth killing a small girl. From there on however, I was picked up after what felt like days by a kind farmer, Erald, who raised me as his own until I was old enough to take care of myself. I remained with him even afterwards; I daresay he was more if a father than my own would have been. Unfortunately his farm was cruelly attacked by bandits quite like those I used to live with. Needless to say, that was the push that drove me out into the rest of Skyrim to seek out those who would teach me to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make?: It's hard to pick just one when there are so many that wander my mind, but there is one that is painful to think of even now. I had met a huntress by the name of Seraya, and I became rather infatuated by her, not realizing that she wasn't all she showed to be. I had thought she was the most lovely and brave woman I had ever met, but it was naivety, and I learned this the hard way when I realized she was in fact a Thalmor agent actively contributing information that would hurt Skyrim. I could have reported her… I should have, but I took matters into my own hands and took her life. It was rash, emotional, and even now I don't know if what I did was right or wrong, just that it causes a pain in my heart that refuses to leave.

Tell me how other people would describe you?: I would say others describe me as a quiet, serious sort of person, and they wouldn't be completely wrong. If there is work to be done, I will keep my focus on what needs to be done, and that is the side most people see of me.

The few people I have spent time with outside of hunting marks would describe me as earnest and loyal, and perhaps a little overprotective. Then again, perhaps that is simply wishful thinking on my part- who really knows what is wandering in the minds of others?

What are your outside interests?: I have to say, I really enjoy reading. It was something I struggled with when I was a youngster, but the man who raised me, despite being a farmer, was perhaps a man of knowledge in his earlier years. He had more than a couple of bookcases with all sorts of different books he had scavenged or bought from merchants in his youth, and even while I was living with him. He was happy to teach me how to read when we would finish with the day's chores, and I was happy to learn. I find books are a wonderful way to experience the world, to learn more about others, and to broaden one's mind and thoughts.

Besides that, if there's anything else I can say I enjoy, it must be cooking. I learned at a young age how to make edible foods in order to stay satiated, but once I lived with Erald, I found many different ingredients to experiment with. Needless to say, I don't think anyone will be complaining about any food I make.

What are your greatest strengths: That is a bit of a hard question to answer if I’m being honest. We’re our worst critics after all, and I know there’s so much I can be better at. However, I can understand that humility and humbleness isn’t what’s needed- I am digressing.

I have spent my whole life among an assortment of people, from rich to poor, nobles to bandit, observing and attending. I don’t panic easily and keep a cool head, resorting to words first though I can easily use my sword to solve dangerous situations.

When I do need to resort to a physical solution, I will say I am quite apt at it. I have learned and observed quite a few talented folks in Skyrim and have tried to emulate their prowess with the sword.

I am loyal to a fault, this is one thing I can openly admit to. If you give me reason to follow you, I will do so and won’t be swayed.

What are your weaknesses?: Is it a weakness to be trusting of others? Many would deem it so, especially in the sort of world we live in, which is why I’m writing it here. I mentioned I had trusted Seraya, and I paid for it. I will admit I had lost my faith in people for a fraction of time, but it did not remain that way… I don’t wish to be the sort of person who looks at everything with narrowed eyes.

What are your aspirations for the future?: I don't believe my aspirations for the future are any different than they used to be since I left Erald's farm. I wish to keep Tamriel safe for those who lack the strength and ability to do it themselves, to the best of my ability.

Why do you want to join this guild?: I'm no stranger to walking through life by myself, moving from one place to another, meeting people and then never seeing them again, or expecting to. However, that sort of life is fine to a degree. I may be a quiet type of person, but that hardly means I dislike company. I wish to meet people and spend time with those of the same interests, those who I can trust, those who will not just disappear at the end of a mission.

What are your expectations of the guild?: I suppose I expect to find others with similar views as mine, or at least find those, whatever their intentions may be, to aid me in my endeavour and aspirations. That probably sounds selfish, but is it wrong to be selfish when your wish is for others to live their lives in peace and safety? I'll leave that to more learned people to judge.





Skill LevelSkill
Highly ProficientOne Hand Blade
Moderately ProficientProvisioning, Stealth, Athletics
Somewhat Proficient Speech, Acrobatics
NoviceArchery







Equipment TypeItem
WeaponSteel longsword
ArmourLeather Armour for dexterity, but with a few metal plates added for extra protection
Food/ProvisionsA satchel with small pouches of spices
nuts and dried fruits
jerky and dried fish
A waterskin
a small wineskin
Alchemical IngredientsNone
MiscellaneousA rucksack within which are:
5 carefully wrapped vials of health potions
An extra pair of clothes
A thin blanket
Two books
A roll of paper
A quill and stoppered pot of ink
Megana Corvus

21 ~ Nord ~ Fighter




Sum your life so far into a single paragraph: I was born twenty-one years ago. Pa is Imperial, Ma was a Nord though. She died when I was really, really small, on an adventure to take care of some witches. Pa had to take care of me after that, but it was pretty hard for him. We were in Riverhold but moved to Riften… but we moved from there when I was a bit older because Pa didn’t want me to hang around sour sorts… even though he was doing the same. But anyways, after that we moved to Whiterun. I helped Pa with farm work, and then with escorting traders (Pa has taught me how to use a sword!). Once he got married and had a kid, I set out on my own… I guess that’s pretty much it!

What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make?: Probably leaving my father and heading out to look for adventure, like my Ma. I know he'd rather have me home, but I don't really think I'm needed there now. Pa's got a wife and a little boy now, he has a family. I love him but I got to find my own.

Tell me how other people would describe you?: Well, I guess they would say I'm pretty friendly? At least I hope they do! They might also say annoying though, but I promise, I try not to be anything too much to handle.

What are your outside interests?: Now that’s another hard one. I find a bunch of different things interesting! I guess if I have to pick a few… Well I love to go treasure hunting. I just really like sparkly shiny things I guess. When I’m not not bounty hunting, I usually head down into delves and ruins and see what I can find there. It's not like the dead need all their gold... right? I know... people might disagree.

Besides that, I guess I also like to write but I’m not really good at that. Reckon you can already tell though!

What are your greatest strengths: Hm… Well I guess maybe that I try to get along with most people I meet? Unless they're jerks and being terrible to my friends, I try my best to be nice. I also like to think positively, even if things don't look good right now, they have to get better. I also never give up… or well, I try to never give up. Sometimes you have no choice but to, but that’s really just stepping back to try again. Right?

What are your weaknesses?: I'm not really sure what this means... Mead? I really do love mead, I kind of drink a whole lot of it sometimes... not too much anymore though!

What are your aspirations for the future?: I want to be like my Ma! She was from the Companions, and people knew her name across Skyrim as Ylva the Slayer... well I don't want to be known as a slayer, but it would be great if I could make a name for myself for doing great deeds! And perhaps make a good lot of septims at the same time!

Why do you want to join this guild?: Well, if I want all of the above, I know I can't just get it on my own. I need more than a person or two if I want to go hunt beasties and take down bad folks doing rotten things.

What are your expectations of the guild?: I guess I'm thinking I'll be making friends and going on jolly adventures with them, making Tamriel a safe place to be. At least, I hope so!





Skill LevelSkill
Highly ProficientSneak
Moderately ProficientOne handed Blade, Lock Picking, Pickpocket
Somewhat ProficientProvisioning
NoviceSpeech






Equipment TypeItem
WeaponSkyforge Steel Sword, given to me by my Pa! It used to belong to my Ma, given to her as a reward when she was a Companion. It’s pretty old but I take good care of it, make sure it’s clean and sharp!
ArmourBanded armour, this too was my Ma’s. It’s even older than her sword and might have to be given up soon, but it’s strong and protected me a lot.
Food/ProvisionsGot some dried fruit and nuts, mostly apples. Some dried meat that I bought a little while ago but mostly it’s all broken up… maybe I should throw it out now.
Alchemical IngredientsI don’t have much besides some mountain flowers and mushrooms I picked up to sell.
MiscellaneousGot myself a rucksack here with my extra clothes- just the one pair. Got a smaller pouch with my coin in there- hopefully no one steals it! It’s not that much right now.
Besides that, I got some lockpicks and some potions, just in case!
Hiding had been no great feat for Anne-Marie, who always considered herself something of wallflower. She had slunk out of the cage cautiously when it was unlocked, but when she heard someone was approaching, her movement quickened as she hurried to another convenient pile of rocks, pressing herself down against them as she heard the footsteps approaching where she had been caged. Her heart raced; she could almost hear it thumping against her chest. If there was a divine to ask for protection, she would have, but she doubted Molag Bal would be listening to any calls, and knowing her background, she very much doubted any other higher being would be magnanimous to her pleas.

It happened rather quickly, and Anne-Marie was a little too shocked to do anything at first, when she saw the man who had freed her fall rather gracelessly behind the much too large Khajiit. Oh no! If it had been her choice, she would have probably tried to sneak out of there... but maybe there was something she hadn't thought of that the dark elf had? She didn't know, but she suspected dying was not one of those ways to escape... What was he saying-

Her blue eyes were a larger than should have been allowed as she saw the reason why the Dunmer's voice was so garbled. But she didn't need to know what he was saying to know she had to help him out. It wasn't that he had saved her; it was just something she would have done regardless. Perhaps this was why she was so not suited for the life of a cult that sacrificed people to Molag Bal on the regular. Without further ado, the young Breton rose to her feet, stumbling slightly as she stepped on her cloak's hem in haste, arms spread and tottering to keep herself from falling over. There was no way so could take on that colossus of a Khajiit by herself... but maybe...

Calling on her magicka, her hands raised further. The Khajiit man was already surprised to see another escaped prisoner, but that was probably nothing when compared to seeing a rather ugly, totem burst from the ground before him. Constructed by bone, with arms stretched out and skulls decorating the top, it reeked of necromancy, fueling itself by not only Anne-Marie's magicka but also the essence of those who had passed away in this place. It was a creation made to protect her and her newfound ally, but also one to cause terror in the Khajiit guard. His fingers loosened their hold around the Dunmer's neck and it wasn't long before his hands were to his head, letting out a yowl of terror as he unwittingly let the dark elf fall to the ground.

"Come on!" Anne-Marie raced forward and grabbed at the Dunmer's wrist, yanking at him to get up up and away from the Khajiit. "We need to hide, and somehow get out of here too, but hide first!"
Blue eyes peered through the grates, blinking as they tried to make out this person talking to them in the relative darkness. The further she stared, the clearer things became as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights dotting the cavern. This clarity brought forth the fact that she was not only in an unfamiliar place, but in a cage to boot. It was hard not to panic at such a discovery, and though the young mage normally tried to hide any show of inadequacy (even if it often was a waste), Anne-Marie Cloutier allowed herself to act in a manner that fit the situation.

"What? Whe- where am I? Who are you?" The blonde Breton attempted to sit up straight, perhaps a little too quickly, because she suddenly felt dizziness and the urge to throw up. Forcing herself to stay still, one hand to her mouth just in case, Anne-Marie reached up and gingerly touched the back of her head, wincing when she touched damp hair and a bump below that. It looked like she had gotten hurt, perhaps by falling? Or perhaps someone had hit her over the head? She wouldn't have been surprised, she had seen such terrible things happen before her eyes. That was one of the many reasons she had-

She blinked, her eyes swerving up to look beyond the rungs of the cage to the person who had spoken to her. "Y-yes, I was-" She paused, eyes narrowing as she reached to the side and grabbed onto on of the rungs, pulling herself up unsteadily, feeling the ground spinning beneath her. Unable to keep herself from spewing any longer, she let herself double over and threw up whatever little had been in her stomach. There wasn't much to let out, and after a small grunt of disgust, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. Her nose wrinkled; she could smell much and smoke and all sorts of unpleasantness from her robes, a far cry from how clean they had been when she had first started on the journey.

Stumbling forward, Anne-Marie didn't have to walk more than a couple of feet before she reached the cage's door, now able to properly see the person who was on the other side. Even up close it would have been easy to mistake him for a human, but that dark skin clearly screamed Dunmer to her. Instinctively she took a step back. The three alliances were no longer as strong as they used to be, but that didn't necessarily mean people didn't hold their old grudges. Anne-Marie held no such allegiances, perhaps because the family she had escaped from cared nothing for any mortal life.

Perhaps with her blond hair and blue eyes, he mistook her for a Nord? Her stature was anything but.

That hardly mattered though, did it? She knew very well what happened to people trapped in cages, and it was usually never a happy outcome.

Anne-Marie stepped to closer to the cage's door once more, pulling at it. It was locked. Her hands tightened around the rungs and she looked up at the Dunmer. "Uhm, you'll have to unlock the door. I mean, I'm guessing you had to do the same to yours?" She didn't know how to unlock things without keys. Heal someone using another's life essence? Easy. Break open a lock? Impossible.

"Please? I- I think they'll probably kill us for some reason or other if we don't leave."
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The Navigator and the Shield


By Lemons, Stormy, and Greenie



Late afternoon, 19th Sun’s Height
Falkreath




Ivy had been infirm for most of the day, a headache weighing her down. The feeling was familiar, like all of the spinning she could do and achieve without feeling dizzy would hit her at once and her surroundings would whoosh in endless circles. A nagging feeling that ran the length of her spine and into each limb like a hot poison.

Eventually what had been festering was birthed from inside of a shell, an image, a sound, a smell. Just a split second for her to make sense and find the message within. From the birth came instant relief - like sinking into a hot bath on a cold day. The vertigo had gone and she lifted her head from her pillow, mulling over it… What do you mean? she asked herself, looking up through the split ceiling of the tent - up at the sky as it was beginning to grow darker. The hum of sunset rolling through.

Her bare feet worked the rain-kissed grass beneath her as she let her senses carry her to where she needed to be - intuition pulling her in a hard direction. The Dunmer wasn’t able to leave - to venture beyond Falkreath and into the wild. As tough as she was emotionally, she wouldn’t fare well against any real foes. Not alone, definitely not alone. She had to find someone, and convince them that she wasn’t… well, that she wasn’t what people usually thought she was. Crazy.

She needed someone who could read the sky, and someone who could hold back fire.

The time for pacing was over, and she set off into the town centre, the new guests had all but settled in, and she could distinctly remember that at least one of them was shiny in the way that she needed them to be.

“Hey! Hey there, hello!” she called out after several minutes of flouncing around the town - her red hair tied in a bouffant and long, heavy plait. The woman in question had been just moving around. Without warning, Ivy slipped her own arm through the woman’s elbow so they were linked together - she didn’t want her to escape. Ivy recognised her as one of the new arrivals to Falkreath, and she looked to be either a Redguard or an Imperial… Maybe both. In any case, Ivy smiled up at her. “Good morning, I need your help.”

Sirine blinked. Four months previously she would have probably elbowed whoever took hold of her so easily and taught them a lesson, but her time in Scorpion' Song had made her immune to that sort of thing. Still, she was surprised to see the exotic Dunmer woman, the one who had put on such a performance, to come and seek her out. Though the group had spent a long time together, she still felt like a stranger among them for the most part- she could only imagine what was probably going in Zaveed's mind when people interacted with him. Still, they had to try- she had to try. For all their sakes.

"Hello, good morning," she repeated. What was her name again? Ivy? She wasn't sure if that was simply a nickname or perhaps the woman's actual name, but that would have to do for now. A careful smile now set on her lips, Sirine gave the lady a nod. "You're Ivy, yes? I am Sirine. What sort of help do you think I would be able to offer?" Did this woman know her from somewhere, or was it just a hunch on her part that she could help with... whatever?

“I was hoping you might be able to help me find someone,” Ivy replied, her arm linked to Sirine, but her big red eyes tracing the sights in front of them, moving from left to right - then up and down. “I’m looking for an armoured man… Traveled here with you!” Then her head turned, and she looked Sirine in her eyes - having ignored the question of her name to jump straight into things. “It’s very important,” there was a frailty in her voice that wasn’t normally in her throat - but it gave her a croak that gave a clue as to the woman’s true age to someone with an astute ear.

“You see, Sirine - I have some tasks for you and your group and this one, this one requires a shield.” The Dunmer said, walking on - pulling Sirine with her. “A very timely task… Maybe the most important of all…” That made her stop, and she glanced at Sirine again - her flurry of movements and words slowing as she realised that she had been acting like an excited child, as opposed to a composed and mature woman. “Let’s just find the Shield, and I’ll explain everything.”

Unable to keep herself from raising her eyebrow, Sirine couldn't help but feel a little taken aback and more than a little confounded at the way ths woman spoke and acted. "Find someone?" It seemed rather odd to her that she would be the one asked for such a task. Why not Megana who seemed to know everyone and their pets? Or someone else more familiar with the group? Well perhaps this woman did not know the divide that still seemed to linger. Yes, that had to be it...

Mentally, she chided herself, knowing that she herself with those sorts of thought was part of the problem.

"Let me think," she decided to reply, holding up her free hand. "That is, of who you might be searching for." Whatever this woman wanted had her a little intrigued, but she really did have to pause and wrack her mind a little. 'Armoured man' immediately had her thinking of Gregor, but the 'shield' caught her off guard, though it was not too long before she figured out who Ivy the Dunmer might be talking about. "Ah, I think you mean the Imperial man, Gaius? I... hm, well I can surely help you find him if that's what you wish." Even if she hadn't really interacted with the man, she knew what he looked like and recognized his voice and mannerisms.

"Gaius…?" Ivy said, closing her eyes and letting his name sit on her tongue as she drew the word out. "Gaius…" she said again. The Dunmer reached out a hand, as if gently grasping at the air to find him, before opening her eyes. "Sirine, my sweet," she began, opening her eyes. "I will trust you to help us find him. Maybe let's see where we find ourselves…" she said hurriedly, turning them on the spot in a certain direction, toward the tents. "If we walk here…" then they were off - Ivy resuming an arm in arm way of walking with Sirine.

Like a child being towed, Sirine allowed herself to be led, though she made the effort to walk side by side with the Dunmer woman. Frankly, half of her wished to laugh out loud at how preposterous this all seemed, but she recognized the determination in this woman’s actions, and at the least of it, she knew that there was no harm or malintent in her. “I haven’t actually conversed with him much,” she mentioned, even though she knew fairly well that wouldn’t deter her. “He has the look of a soldier. We found him in a prison in the Alik’r Desert.” It seemed like ages ago when she had fearlessly made her way into that place with only a single thought in her mind: Save Bakih.

“Perhaps I’m simply projecting, but he seems the sort who may want some quiet… perhaps he’s chosen to rest somewhere further away from the cluster of the tents?” It was a thought at least.

"Dilly dally, shilly shally. Absolutely not!" Ivy replied with a laugh and a dismissive shake of her hand. "In the prison? Locked up was he? In that case he most likely wants to make up for lost time and get down to something important!" There was a touch of strain in Ivy's voice, as if the weight of the task was pressing on her shoulders.

She lifted her head to the sky, raising a brow at the shade of blue, of the way that the sun was beginning it's descent again. "Also, it's afternoon. Maybe he isn't in the tent. Men have to eat, big man like your friend there - he would probably be looking for something tasty… Meat, probably grilled or smoked… Hmmm?" She stopped walking, and turned her head back to Sirine - oblivious to how her behavior was making the young woman feel. "We might intercept him on his way to the Inn…"

Sirine gave that thought a nod. He had seemed quite eager in the fight against the Centurions and had done quite a bit of damage by himself, and managed to fare better than quite a few of them. Perhaps the older Imperial did have some fire left in him which would be useful for… whatever this woman thought they could accomplish. As they continued to walk, her eyes swerved from person to person, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Imperial. At one point she thought she saw him, but it turned out to be somebody else carrying a shield, a Nord from the looks of it. Not that it was surprising- this was Skyrim. However, it wasn’t long before she did spot the man Ivy was searching for.

“There,” she said quickly, pointing him out to Ivy before raising her voice, calling out for the Imperial soldier. “Gaius?”

The Imperial in question jolted at hearing his name from a voice that, even though he knew the name of its source, was still altogether unfamiliar to him. The long, half-eaten skewer of meat in his hand fell to the ground, and he gave it a cross look before picking it up again, turning to…

“What is it, Sirine? And...Ivy, was it?” He dipped his head politely to her. Now that she wasn’t dressed up, painted, and cavorting across tables and stages, he could see the wrinkles by her eyes that betrayed age that, in an elf, was formidable indeed. It would not do for a soldier of the Imperial legion to disrespect his elders (as long as they didn’t ban the worship of one of his gods).

It was unusual for Sirine to talk to this man at all, but that hardly deterred her- she was quite good at dealing with strangers and he wasn’t one, even if they’d had minimal contact. “I do believe her name is Ivy, yes…” She paused and gave a nod to the Dunmer woman before looking to the Imperial man once more. “She mentioned she was looking for you, it seems she has a task at hand for us, though what exactly I’m yet to learn of the details.” With that said, her dark eyes returned to Ivy, clearly waiting for further clarification.

“Yes, yes,” the Dunmer replied with a wave of her hand - as if introductions were unimportant when time was of the essence. “I’m Ivy, that’s correct.” Her intense red gaze shifted between the two, and she wriggled her fingers almost nervously. “Maybe we should find a quiet place to discuss this…” She scanned the area again, clearly frazzled by something, her eye kept twitching - which wasn’t helping at all in her desire to not look like a madwoman, but then she marched onwards, knowing that curiosity would have them follow as she headed towards a dip on the hill, surrounded by a number of trees, a crater of grass shielded by oak.

The Dunmer perched herself up on a boulder there, waiting for Sirine and Gaius to catch up.

Gaius had spent a great portion of his life as a soldier. There was a great deal of risk in his line of work; risk of death, risk of capture, risk of any number of things. It was nigh-genetically burned into his brain and body to never follow a strange person off from inhabited ground to a place that’s ripe for an ambush. Not unless there was a very good, concrete reason. So it was perhaps a testament to the trials of the past few months that it only took him a few seconds of deliberation to give vent to a sound that was simultaneously a sigh, a grumble, and a grunt of affirmation before turning to Sirine and jerking his head in the direction Ivy had taken. “Well, shall we?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before following, finding her waiting on a boulder, looking for all the world like a statue. “So. We’re in a quiet place. Discuss.”

Should I tell a lie? Would that be easier? she mused to herself in the pregnant pause that hung over Gaius’s words. Or just dress up the truth to be more palatable for them…?.

“Several days ago, we sent out a group to collect supplies,” she began - trying to appear as serious and business-like as she could. Her back straight, ever if she was cross legged on her seat. Her hair catching the sun. It burned brighter. “They have not yet returned from this mission, and those supplies are very important. We need to get them here…” Lying felt awful, she thought. It felt like a horrible taste in her mouth, but one glance at Gaius’s severe expression knew that to speak as herself might bring undue attention to the cause. And if that happened, all would be lost.

Her face scrunched up and she heaved a great sigh. The taste was too awful to bare afterall. “That was a lie,” she confessed, and relaxed her posture. “I…. I need you both to promise me that what I’m going to share will be kept secret, and that you won’t go blabber mouthing to everyone.” Ivy’s eyes then danced between Gaius and Sirine’s, but her expression was no longer that of a confused woman - no, her expression was natural and the red in her eyes was enough to command attention. The energy in their circle shifted too, it became quieter, as if there were a wall around them, bringing them closer.

"I can't speak for Gaius as I don't know him well enough, but I'm not one prone to divulging that which has been told to me in confidence." Sirine had her arms akimbo, fists resting against her sides as she watched Ivy. "What is it that you want us to do, Ivy? I believe I can also speak for Gaius if I say just about nothing could shock us at this point in time."

A nod from Gaius. “I may be a soldier, but I’ve done a bit of wordplay in my day.” He nodded sharply. “Unless keeping it a secret would directly jeopardize those that I’m here to protect, you have my silence assured. So,” he exhaled heavily as he ran his hand down his beard, “what is it?”

“The opposite, in fact, Mr Gaius,” Ivy said, her eyes narrowed as her voice quieted. “Last night I received a vision of sorts,” she confessed, not sitting on the point for all that long. They would either believe her, or they wouldn’t. But the very fact that they had already answered her call, was reassurance to her that they would believe.

“I saw, felt, heard… It’s more of a feeling-” Ivy added, placing an open hand to her chest, “a feeling in here.” There was a grave tone in her voice, and she rubbed her thumb in small circles over her fingertips. “I felt the heartbeat of a horse, I heard a scream and I felt absolute fear and then nothing.” Even sharing the vision - vocalising it, brought back it’s lingering sensation and she squirmed, visibly recoiling - her toes curled. “Something is happening, somewhere beyond these walls. What it is, I do not know - I only know that my heart pulled me to Sirine here, and then to you…” her eyes locked to Gaius and she pushed herself from the rock. “We cannot risk another soul from your group knowing about this - the situation is already balanced on the edge of a knife and to rock it too much… Well, the outcome may well be horrific…” The Dunmer turned her intense gaze to Sirine. “I am asking a lot of the two of you, but something tells me that you’ve both been asked to do stranger things… What say you? Will you investigate this?”

Sirine didn’t really put much faith in anything, especially not visions, even if she didn’t shun them or say they were false and just figments of her imagination- just because she didn’t trust in something didn’t mean it wasn’t true. She hardly cared for divines or daedric princes, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there, meddling in the lives of mere mortals. Still, how could she simply leave without telling anyone anything, especially on what might be a wild goose chase? “Let me think this over,” she muttered, resting a loose fist against her mouth, eyes narrowed and lowered towards the ground.

“Do you at least know where about this… investigation should take place?” she asked after a moment, raising her eyes to look at Ivy. “An hour from here? A day? Or more perhaps? While I don’t particularly mind heading out, if it’s something that will keep me away for the entirety of the day, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave without telling someone something."

Glancing sidelong at Sirine, Gaius knuckled his eyes. “I’m fine with investigating on something like this; Divines know that there’s been stranger things I’ve been tasked to do in the Legion. But I would like to know what I’m investigating before I start investigating it.” He shrugged helplessly. “The heartbeat of a horse doesn’t tell me much, Ivy. If I’m going to put my trust in you, I need more to go on. Where am I going? East? North? West? Perhaps south, even? What am I looking for? A dead horse? People screaming?”

He gave a little shake of his head, sighing. He wanted to trust Ivy, he really did, but there were so many variables, and so much unknown, that he just couldn’t bring himself to move on such little detail.

The Dunmer brought her thumb to her lips, gently pinching at the skin with her teeth. Trying to make as much sense as she could of her vision. What they wanted to know wasn’t unfair or unreasonable. After a drawn out silence, she eventually spoke. “You follow the Steed,” her heads tilted upwards. “He settles in this direction now…” she mumbled, pointing a hand in the direction of the constellation. “He will guide you to where you need to be,” there was a certainty in her voice - the certainty that she was indeed correct. The energy around her shifted again, as she looked at Gaius and Sirine both.

“As for time… Time is just sand, slipping through the glass until it’s too late, Sirine. We’ve used so much already. Our moments will collide, and you both have to be there, soon. Or it’s too late…” If only Ivy could make them feel, or even see what she had - the urgency might register with them both. But right now, they were looking at a woman telling them to go out into the dark on naught but a hunch. Someone they’d only just met, no less. "I will tell someone, we can't risk you being followed by worried friends…"

Sirine let out a sigh, looking down at the ground, arms crossed over her chest. It was difficult to simply up and leave, to trust this stranger, somebody she knew nothing about… Her lips tightened and she bit down, a niggling reminder poking at her conscience. Hadn’t she decided to trust a complete stranger, and vice versa? Hadn’t fruits been borne from that trust, lovelier than she could have ever dreamed of? Perhaps it was her turn to help someone in need?

Another breath escaped her lips; her hand reached up to lightly grasp the coin around her neck. She nodded. “Very well then. The Steed, hm?” She looked up to the sky, and though it was still too bright to see the constellations, she was more than familiar with following them rather than maps on land. “What do you say, Gaius?”

Gaius dropped his head, taking a deep breath and fiddling with the knife strapped in the small of his back. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be in this,” he picked at the haphazard set of mismatched plates that covered his body, “but if Sirine is up for it, then it’d be a shameful thing if I let her walk out alone.” He nodded sharply. “I’ll come.”

"Alright then…" Ivy said with a relieved sigh, feeling a knot of tension leave her body. "I'm going to fetch you a horse and cart… You're going to need the cart…" she said, pinching her chin thoughtfully as she looked over to the stables. "Take some time to gather what you need -- but be quick about it, you must leave before dark and there isn't much time before then now. And remember, say nothing..."

The Dunmer gave them one last look before she made her way to the horses. A pang of guilt struck her, she knew what was out there, she knew the dangers. Were they ill-prepared by her withholding what she knew. When Ivy was out of sight she cast her gaze on the horizon - the sparse and desolate plains, wartorn and ravaged. They would either make it in time, or die on the way.

All that she had was the faith and hope that they wouldn't.
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