Grimmdreamer13

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Valen chuckled a bit "Dun Riel are you sure your not a bit tipsy this isn't our first adventure...to be fair i was a lot quieter when i first joined". he said to Alit he was kinda taken a back he had forgotten how distant and reclusive he had once been most of his "Family" barely even knew anything about him this adventure would change that.

"As a refresher i am an Acrobatic Master of the bow i could kill most any body almost any range and if i were to run out of arrows.
I am just as deadly with my blades" he said as he unsheathed his ornate twin short swords. "though however i want to leave the killing part mostly to the rest of you...i am a strict follower of the Green pact which makes me exclusively a carnivore I can't waste meat i have to eat anything i kill ANYTHING." Valen told the group with emphasis on the last part.

Some uncomfortably reared it's head back in Valen's mind most non Bosmer and Bosmer who leave his homeland are discusted by such practices but Valen would not turn his back on his culture. Even if it was seen as Taboo.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Valen opened the door to the Tavern in dramatic fashion he was silent for a moment he glared at Keldan but for a moment he saw Maria's hand holding her. love well lust at the very lest....who am i to stand in it's way he thought. For now he would bite his tongue and try to make this work he could tell by the drinks that their group had grown by two members.

Valen walked over to the bar he had a large smile on his face "so Alit, Jarett i see you both wasted no time replacing me" he said jokingly. "Who am i kidding without me to guide you in the wilderness something terrible might happen Jarett could break a nail" Valen chuckled heavily. Valen took his seat next to jarett he looke over to Keldan "if i might ask can you pass me a mug i'd like to get onther drink in me" he said in the nicest tone he could muster in a pseudo peace offering.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Valen sat on a ledge just out side the Flecher's he held the new arrows he just had purchased thinking over the what the man had told him "These were just shipped from Black Marsh coated in some rare poison out there...i have ten in stock". Valen flipped the arrow between his fingers he had half the mind to try these out on that blasted Altmer the thought of her writhing in pain as she slowly died was strangely soothing.

He wondered if she and the Orc would be joining their group while Maria most likely wanted in the Altmer seemed a mystery. His animosity for her was clear but it wouldn't be the first time the group put him in a bad position. "It's what families do....is in't it Father" Valen called out to the looming sky. Valen slipped the arrow into his Quiver before opening his Pendent he rubbed the painting softly
"You are forever with me my Riel...be my strength as i am weak. Be my guide as i am lost, Be my heart as i am cold" he said quietly.

A moment passed Valen had decided " I am dedicated to my compainions, My new family i will do what i must for the Compainions" he cheered. Valen stood up and dropped of the ledge land safely on the street below people looked on. "walking is for nords" he said with a shrug as he jogged back to the Inn I won't let my feelings get in the way of my family Altmer be damned he thought.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

i had an idea so we can get the story some structure i wanted to make a Blades contact the group would meet him later he could be the one to take the group to Sky Haven Temple and help them find out what happen to the Dovakin

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Velan is Open if any one wants to use him to get introduced into the group.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Before Velan could leave he heard out Zazar "Zazar my friend i am but a simple Elf i do what i am told Alit, Jarett and you know this well when you need me i'll be around for now i must go" he told the Argoninan. Velan opened the door and walked out into solitude he looked down the street.

"i wonder if there is a flecher in town i could use some more specialized Arrows" he said to himself as he walked down the street Velan felt a pang of guilt for causing a scene "i need to control myself better by Y'ffre" he scolded to himself. As Velan walked the people of the city waved and greeted Velan, which made him feel strangely alone. Velan pulled out his pipe and lit the Viper Bug powder a smooth smoke raced into his lungs and left his nostrils in a thick lime green smoke.

"I should have brought a drink" he chuckled before continuing his walk towards the Flecher's.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Velan's face cringed in anger "Oh yes your people taught me manners when they Killed my father, my mother my betrothed" velan's expression changed to sadness he gripped his pendent his voice was slightly shaken. "i don't care if you are not of the thalmor don't test me woman you won't be the first of your people learn what i can do with my bow" he told her simply.

Velan did not mince words his temperament did not allow him to joke with any Altmer all were his enemy if not today some other.
For now his party needed him and their very leader just might need him, Velan was no fool so with one last swig of his mead his put a small coin purse on the bar. "my half for the drinks and some coin for another round on me" he told jarett as he tapped him on the back and stood he gave one last look at the Altmer before turning to Alit.

"I need some air i'll be around the city looking for information fill me in later if you find something new" he said in a calm and soft tone before he turned and walked to the door of the inn. Velan carried himself in a defeated manner it was how he felt everytime he thought or spoke of his life before Coming to this cold unforgiving place.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Velan had been in his own thoughts before the Altmer began to talk to the group he was doing his best to ignore her Gods save me he thought before turning his attention to Keldan. His demeanor was visibly irritated a fiery look shot back at her.

"You are mistaken i do not have eyes for your kind woman, as for Maria i was keeping an eye out as the rest of my party were." Velan answered in a tone mostly unheard of by Velan for the most part he was quiet or easygoing but he was an Elf of passion and his gut burned with anger. " one such as you is below the use of a weapon of such finesse and skill the bow is the soul of my people a people stuck at the bottom of the boot of the Thalmor." Velan declared back he made his point known and was content in his words Velan rubbed his index finger down the the string of his bow in a slow and methodical manner as he looked straight to Keldan. For a split second silence seemed to fill the Tavern.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Velan couldn't help but feel disappointed Alit could not know of the weight behind him offering his pipe so he did not blame her but shame washed over the Bosmer. without a response. Velan hid his face behind the pint of mead that he was drinking different thoughts began to pour in and he found himself looking at the Altmer and Orc. the Orc was in the midst of making a fool of herself. Well at least i am not the only fool here he thought Velan looked over the Bard once more his mood was shifting and this one woman was like a vortex which tugged at deep seeded feelings of remorse and malice. He fought the feelings down once more Velan leaned back in his stool and turned his attention to the bar keeping an ear out for news but in a clearly distracted state of mind.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

Velan turned his gaze to Alit "hmm well this is a sight for sure Alit in a Tavern full of Liquor, Come sit Dun Riel Jarett and i were just getting settled why don't you take a puff of this" Velan picked up his pipe and gestured it to her. "It relaxes the nerves with out dulling the mind...well far less then Mead." he stated with a smile Velan was mostly very protective of his pipe it was a personal Item of great Value to Velan.

Every Hunter of his people made one from the bones of their first kill the Craftsmanship was however masterful beautiful engravings of a great hunt covered the peace. It was uncommon even among fellow hunters to share Pipes they were like peaces of one's soul he had only ever offered it once to someone and that was long ago. It was time he felt to show his trust among his new kin. "one puff should ease the smell at least" he reassured with slight smile.