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Next, their escape.
Gaela was about to react to the hard grip on her shoulder when Fiona stepped in, turning the drunk’s attention onto herself. The mage winced and moved the wine bottle when the two began to brawl. It was unnecessary, being on her own so much Gaela had learned how to deal with most men who got handsy. A little shock was usually enough to deter them but it was too late, punches were being thrown. When Nolan retreated in humiliation, Gaela nodded her thanks at Fiona but could see clearly that she had her own share of ale, perhaps contributing to her own aggression. The altercation was small, thankfully, and the innkeeper did not seem too upset by it all.
Turning her attention to Kirella, “As I was saying, before we got interrupted. About your soul gem research...”
Before they could get settled back into conversation, the door burst open and shouts rose as Nolan led a band of armed locals into the tavern. The big orc wasted no time pulling out his shinies and to Gaela’s horror began swinging the deadly swords around in the crowded confines of the inn. It did not take much to get the others involved, chaos swirling around them as chairs were flung and mugs went spinning through the air. Grunts and screams of pain accompanied the flashing steel and the healer sighed inwardly. At least with this group she would never be out of practice.
Knocking back the rest of her bitter wine, she reached down and scooped up her knapsack and other bags, hooking them on and snatched her walking stick. Turning to Kirella, she shouted above the din and beckoned her forward, “I don’t know about you, but I’m out. Once stupid and ale get together, the night is ruined.”
Using her stick, she shoved one stumbling, bleeding man out of her way. He was not hurt bad, just a superficial wound from what she could see. Pushing her way forward, she barreled towards the door, just in time to get knocked aside by Fiona and Nolan who were locked in combat. She hit the wall and huffed a breath out, pushing herself up as her river blue eyes flashed with annoyance. Gaela considered a spell, perhaps a bright light to blind the fighters for a moment but not harm them so she could make an escape. She ruefully decided against it, they would likely turn on her for casting magic and she would be in worse trouble.
Whacking one local on the head as he lunged for her in a blind rage, she made her dash out the door and into the cold night. The mage took a few deep breaths before turning to see the struggle between the redhaired warrior of her party and the lout. It was too late for him, she saw the life fade from his eyes even as she raised her hands to provide a healing spell. Once they were dead, that was it, she did not dabble in necromancy. Brushing her hands together instead, she walked over to them.
“Fiona, you’re hurt,” she stated rather than asked, putting her hands on her ample hips. “I can help you if you like.”
Looking down at the dead Breton she sighed through her nose and muttered, “What a mess.”
Turning her attention to Kirella, “As I was saying, before we got interrupted. About your soul gem research...”
Before they could get settled back into conversation, the door burst open and shouts rose as Nolan led a band of armed locals into the tavern. The big orc wasted no time pulling out his shinies and to Gaela’s horror began swinging the deadly swords around in the crowded confines of the inn. It did not take much to get the others involved, chaos swirling around them as chairs were flung and mugs went spinning through the air. Grunts and screams of pain accompanied the flashing steel and the healer sighed inwardly. At least with this group she would never be out of practice.
Knocking back the rest of her bitter wine, she reached down and scooped up her knapsack and other bags, hooking them on and snatched her walking stick. Turning to Kirella, she shouted above the din and beckoned her forward, “I don’t know about you, but I’m out. Once stupid and ale get together, the night is ruined.”
Using her stick, she shoved one stumbling, bleeding man out of her way. He was not hurt bad, just a superficial wound from what she could see. Pushing her way forward, she barreled towards the door, just in time to get knocked aside by Fiona and Nolan who were locked in combat. She hit the wall and huffed a breath out, pushing herself up as her river blue eyes flashed with annoyance. Gaela considered a spell, perhaps a bright light to blind the fighters for a moment but not harm them so she could make an escape. She ruefully decided against it, they would likely turn on her for casting magic and she would be in worse trouble.
Whacking one local on the head as he lunged for her in a blind rage, she made her dash out the door and into the cold night. The mage took a few deep breaths before turning to see the struggle between the redhaired warrior of her party and the lout. It was too late for him, she saw the life fade from his eyes even as she raised her hands to provide a healing spell. Once they were dead, that was it, she did not dabble in necromancy. Brushing her hands together instead, she walked over to them.
“Fiona, you’re hurt,” she stated rather than asked, putting her hands on her ample hips. “I can help you if you like.”
Looking down at the dead Breton she sighed through her nose and muttered, “What a mess.”
I'll try to have a response for Gaela this weekend. I think either she'll sneak out quietly or just burn the whole thing down at this point.
@Fiona
And we can see that prison time does not keep some from reoffending.
I've been working, we're short handed so it's been busy. Trickster and I are working on a collab now.
If anyone wants to chat with Kiralla and work on a collab I'm free tomorrow :>.
I'll be around in the evening if you want to put something together for the mages.
If anyone wants to chat with Kiralla and work on a collab I'm free tomorrow :>.
I'll be around in the evening if you want to put something together for the mages.
Gaela stood among the group of strangers, listening to the insults slung back and forth. It was like this when strangers forced together had to learn the balance of the group. Who would emerge a leader, who would follow and who would buck against the majority. Her blue-grey eyes shifted from the mage and her summoned creature, the fiery conjuration staring with black pits at the gathered group. While she knew mages that specialized in it, she never had interest in the Conjuration school and the brushes with Daedric influences. She worshipped the Divines and it made her uncomfortable to draw on darker powers.
But to each their own, as long as the mage did not get carried away, she reminded herself as she turned her attention to the tall High Elf. His words confirmed the markings on his armor, a member of the Vigilant of Stendarr. Though she had never met one, she had read enough during her years in Daggerfall about their long years of battle against Daedra worshippers and necromancers, and the particular problem of vampires and werewolves in her homeland. The dark looks and accusations of murder made her sigh deeply. Perhaps it was hard to hear of a woman being killed but Gaela had stumbled upon a Daedra shrine before when exploring a cave and the haunting images of layers of dried blood and human skulls was something she would not soon forget.
She glanced at Fiona, she could see her worry and how she held herself. The young woman held her tongue and perhaps that was the wisest course, to say too much around the volatile tempers would cause more strife. The tension was thick after Cyrendil finished his speech, an explanation of his duties that would fall on deaf, uncaring ears. It meant little to most folks, just as much of the intricacies of her own work would bore them to tears.
Gaela winced and glanced at Kirella, she was offended and understandably so. Her work insulted and a veiled threat of being associated with Daedra worshippers by a Vigilant would be upsetting. Her curiosity about the dusky skinned woman grew as she heard her speak, the stutter more pronounced as her indignation rose. With spells often being very particular on how they were said she wondered how she had managed to obviously advance in her craft with the impediment. Making a mental note to speak with the other mage, she watched as the High Elf moved away, stiff backed in his careworn armor.
The rest of the group changed the subject to what she had asked about. A plan. The first few ideas were shaky and vague, as expected. Sneaking and trickery, and likely storming the gates of the orc had his way. A job this intricate would call for more complexity and likely more than one way to skin a cat.
Gaela tried to stay focused on the older man, the one with the funny floppy hat and the name that struck fear into travelers. Blood Red Brynn. He was straight and to the point, they needed to get moving and work together but she was wary of him taking the lead. Of course, as it was, none of them seemed choice and she certainly was no leader, especially not on a job of intrigue and bloodshed. There was the Orc with the pouch of gold to consider but when it came down to it, she thought Brynn at least would have experience working with groups of individuals.
She could not help but roll her eyes at the tattooed hunter as he proclaimed his preference of travel companions. Despite his mouth, he seemed a solid person to have in a time like this. Someone who knew the land and could scout, that would allow them to make an approach other than right down the main road if needed. Gaela had seen him free the other prisoners and found it thoughtful, she had not remembered them in her rush to help the dying. A shudder went through her to think of the suffering they had been spared, a slow death of starvation and thirst.
The dark skinned warrior joined them shortly after she had predicted he would join the feast for the crows when he ran towards the bandits. The last moment decision that it would be a fool’s errand to try to draw on the men that vastly outnumbered him saved him from a quick demise. She eyed him, at least the idea to move on and plan somewhere other than outside the smoking ruins of the village was sound.
With the rest, she turned and stuck near Fiona, not that she knew her any better but a few exchanged words and the shared experience of saving the speared man made her feel more comfortable with the woman warrior. She could see the scrawny kid Finch scuttle ahead and the tall frame of the elf farther than any of them. The slight man with the furtive smile insisted gold and a brothel was needed to further their plans. Gaela wondered if they did find such a thing if they would be able to pry the men out of there long enough to do their job.
Gaela drifted to the road side, reaching down now and then to snatch a plant, her eyes brightening at the familiar and comforting occupation. She refrained from expressing her opinions about the ideas being tossed around, collecting her thoughts as they made their way to town.
But to each their own, as long as the mage did not get carried away, she reminded herself as she turned her attention to the tall High Elf. His words confirmed the markings on his armor, a member of the Vigilant of Stendarr. Though she had never met one, she had read enough during her years in Daggerfall about their long years of battle against Daedra worshippers and necromancers, and the particular problem of vampires and werewolves in her homeland. The dark looks and accusations of murder made her sigh deeply. Perhaps it was hard to hear of a woman being killed but Gaela had stumbled upon a Daedra shrine before when exploring a cave and the haunting images of layers of dried blood and human skulls was something she would not soon forget.
She glanced at Fiona, she could see her worry and how she held herself. The young woman held her tongue and perhaps that was the wisest course, to say too much around the volatile tempers would cause more strife. The tension was thick after Cyrendil finished his speech, an explanation of his duties that would fall on deaf, uncaring ears. It meant little to most folks, just as much of the intricacies of her own work would bore them to tears.
Gaela winced and glanced at Kirella, she was offended and understandably so. Her work insulted and a veiled threat of being associated with Daedra worshippers by a Vigilant would be upsetting. Her curiosity about the dusky skinned woman grew as she heard her speak, the stutter more pronounced as her indignation rose. With spells often being very particular on how they were said she wondered how she had managed to obviously advance in her craft with the impediment. Making a mental note to speak with the other mage, she watched as the High Elf moved away, stiff backed in his careworn armor.
The rest of the group changed the subject to what she had asked about. A plan. The first few ideas were shaky and vague, as expected. Sneaking and trickery, and likely storming the gates of the orc had his way. A job this intricate would call for more complexity and likely more than one way to skin a cat.
Gaela tried to stay focused on the older man, the one with the funny floppy hat and the name that struck fear into travelers. Blood Red Brynn. He was straight and to the point, they needed to get moving and work together but she was wary of him taking the lead. Of course, as it was, none of them seemed choice and she certainly was no leader, especially not on a job of intrigue and bloodshed. There was the Orc with the pouch of gold to consider but when it came down to it, she thought Brynn at least would have experience working with groups of individuals.
She could not help but roll her eyes at the tattooed hunter as he proclaimed his preference of travel companions. Despite his mouth, he seemed a solid person to have in a time like this. Someone who knew the land and could scout, that would allow them to make an approach other than right down the main road if needed. Gaela had seen him free the other prisoners and found it thoughtful, she had not remembered them in her rush to help the dying. A shudder went through her to think of the suffering they had been spared, a slow death of starvation and thirst.
The dark skinned warrior joined them shortly after she had predicted he would join the feast for the crows when he ran towards the bandits. The last moment decision that it would be a fool’s errand to try to draw on the men that vastly outnumbered him saved him from a quick demise. She eyed him, at least the idea to move on and plan somewhere other than outside the smoking ruins of the village was sound.
With the rest, she turned and stuck near Fiona, not that she knew her any better but a few exchanged words and the shared experience of saving the speared man made her feel more comfortable with the woman warrior. She could see the scrawny kid Finch scuttle ahead and the tall frame of the elf farther than any of them. The slight man with the furtive smile insisted gold and a brothel was needed to further their plans. Gaela wondered if they did find such a thing if they would be able to pry the men out of there long enough to do their job.
Gaela drifted to the road side, reaching down now and then to snatch a plant, her eyes brightening at the familiar and comforting occupation. She refrained from expressing her opinions about the ideas being tossed around, collecting her thoughts as they made their way to town.
I'll have a reply later tonight.
Edit: Not much but observations. I tried to react to everyone but then I got tired.
Edit: Not much but observations. I tried to react to everyone but then I got tired.
As many posts as we've gained these last few days we are surprisingly immobile. I'm thankful to see how vastly different everyone is, Cyrendil especially. I find the chatacter well skilled in annoying others, but if this were a merry band of bros I imagine it'd be far more dull.
@Macro Faruq is young and naive. Isn't that the best time to invest?
Random note. I recently modded up my Skyrim and am playing a build based on Faruq here. This is a far cry from my typical stealthy, lightly armoured archers. By the gods it's tough shit rushing headfirst, I thought this would be so much easier!
The elf isn't wrong though.
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