MiddleEarthRoze

Avenger's Academy; Volume 1

Are we still alive, ladies and gentlemen?

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@MacabreFox@Dervish



^^ Archer is my fave. Always.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@gcold

Quick question - should I put my NPC in the college, or at the campfire? Not sure whether the latter is going to have nasty surprises or something at it. >:)

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@Frizan

Nope, you're quite correct - never mind, the interactions will be fun enough. :)

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

<Snipped quote by Peik>

Yknow, as long as this rp has been going on, we've never had a collab together! This may be our chance...

@MacabreFox

I don't believe Roze has had the pleasure of talking to their fine Dunmer gentleman either. Definitely calling the collab "The Partay Boat" thought.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@Peik

Admit it, he just wants to be surrounded by awesome lady booty.

@Dervish
Rhasha will be his second if he needs to tag out.
#KhajiitBros

@MacabreFox

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@MacabreFox

1 more person can fit into Keegan's boat, and two more in Farid's boat.

And I noticed Leif's sneaking.

_{Sevine will not be stolen away from Rhasha and Do'Karth *hisses*}

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Unlike many of her comrades and the sailors aboard the ship, Rozalia was having the time of her life. Truly, there was nothing quite as exhilarating as being out at sea during a storm - and what storms they were. It were as if the Gods themselves were whipping together such a frenzy in the water and sky; they lost the stars and the moons for a good long while, obscured by clouds as dark as the Void itself. The only light came from crackles of purple lightning flitting across the air, accompanied by such booming claps of thunder that could barely be heard over the roaring of the wind and the waves. And during the tempest, Roze did not retreat back into the holds - she could keep her balance well enough, and her stomach was surprisingly settled for the way they were being tossed about. While she knew nothing about ships, she was quick to volunteer help to the sailors, particularly if it involved climbing - it was high time she began working her shoulder once more.

Prior to leaving, she'd been able to get her bow finally re-strung from the smithy, also paying to have her leather armour patched up fully, and re-stocking her arrow supply. However, although her bow was in one piece again, Roze was finding it very difficult to pulling the string back at all. While the dislocation hadn't really done much for the joint, it had been the tearing of the muscle that was causing the most pain. It felt taut, even while relaxed - she'd need to exercise it before being able to knock and pull an arrow again. And what better exercise than climbing? It was either that or just sit beneath the decks, surrounded by fighting, vomiting, and just general nastiness.

So, Roze remained topside for most of the journey, enjoying some of the old stories from Leif and the crew. She hadn't known of his sailing past, but she could tell he certainly fitted in - there was something about the man that certainly reminded her of the sea. Curious as to why he even left this life to being with, Roze decided she'd have to ask him at some point. That, or she could get the story out of Sevine... once the poor woman recovered from the trip, that was.

As for Rhasha'Dar, he was enjoying the voyage about as much as Sevine. Although not suffering so much from sea-sickness - although this could have been down to his minuscule diet of nibbles of bread here and there during the journey - he was far more worried about drowning. Although he couldn't swim to begin with, Rhasha had many doubts as to whether it would matter, considering the size of the waves. He figured he'd have better chances surviving against one of the Kamal than the current of the wild waters. So, the Khajiit remained quiet, even staying out of the troubles going on between Dumhuvud and S'riracha - but that did not mean he ignored the matters. The younger Khajiit was a curious one, and Rhasha had watched on with a thoughtful frown as he stepped down from a fight. Back in the caravan, he would have been trying to hook his claws into the eyes of his offender... it was not like him to ignore such insults. Remaining where he sat, in a dark, quiet corner of the ship, Rhasha'Dar puffed on his pipe and watching his fellow caravaneer carefully for the remainder of the voyage.

As the ships reached their final destination, Rhasha'Dar finally found the courage to go topside, breathing a sigh of relief as the fresh air hit him. He hadn't realised until now just how stuffy it had been below decks, the constant stench of salty mildew and stomach contents likely making things worse for the already nauseated. While the sight of firm land was a comfort, Rhasha elected to remain on the ship. Although storms rumbled in the distance, he trusted The Courtesan to stay aloft over the small rowboats being used to get to the small cave. Besides, if the ship decided to travel down the coast to where the distant fire flickered, his healing may be needed.

Rozalia, however, climbed quite happily into the small boats after Sevine. By now, her shoulder was feeling far looser - she'd even managed to finally brush her hair, nott hat the joint had been pleased with the effort. Climbing the mast had been an easier task. While her curls were still stiff with salt water, the knots had been tamed, and she'd even been loaned a colourful bandanna from one of the sailors to push it back from her face. She fancied it suited her and her wild hair.

"I bet you're glad to leaving the sea behind, Sevine." Rozalia said with a bright grin, plucking the string of her bow almost absent-mindedly as the boat filled up with others. While she still couldn't exactly pull it back all the way, Roze felt better having the bow with her. Her newly-repaired leather armour had also been donned, a quiver of about ten arrows slung onto her back. Despite her sunny appearance, there were a small niggle of worry sat in the young Breton's heart - she hadn't really considered the extent of damage of Winterhold until actually seeing it, and it had been a breath-taking sight. Could something natural really have caused that? Was it the Kamal? Or worse, was it the acts of some Daedric Prince? Many on The Courtesan believed the storms were the acts of one of the Daedra, so it was entirely possible they had struck down the city in anger. Biting her lip nervously, Roze gazed at the jagged cliff edges left of the Hold Capital. "If I find out Sebastian lost a wager with Sheogorath or something and caused this, I'm going to be quite annoyed." The thought was a joking one, although not entirely impossible. In the same train of thought, she hoped once more that her old friend had survived the catastrophe.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Lingering goodbyes

The night had passed quicker than Rhasha'Dar had preferred, but it was a merry time nonetheless. People appeared to be getting over the events of Windhelm and the attacks of the Kamal, and Rhasha would have died one happy cat if he never thought about the "Ice-Bastards" (As Sylvanis had so eloquently dubbed them) again.

However, as morning came to pass, he realised how foolish he had been to consider forgetting the monsters.

Before the meeting, the morning had begun as a pleasant one - he'd said some last goodbyes to the caravan, his siblings, and Sylvanis - making them promise to travel as far west as they possibly could to avoid the Kamal. The twins were obviously concerned, thought they tried to hide it... Rhasha couldn't blame them. When he had joined this group, he had expected to kill some bandits or plunder some caves, not deal with such beasts that had arrived a few days ago. It would only be expected that they'd run into more trouble like that - the moons alone could tell him that.

"This one has penned a letter to ahnurr and fado - add something yourselves. The two of you are always terrible for writing home to them - this one will not be around now to remind you." Handing the heavy piece of parchment over to the twins, Rhasha offered a smile to them. He still thought they were too young to have left home with him - but he could not deny them an adventure, and they were certainly old enough to deal with the consequences.

“Forever nagging us, Rhasha. This one and her twin are too busy fighting mammoths and trolls to write home!” Ma’Zardi retorted, joking tone somewhat tinged with sadness as she hugged her older brother, Ma’Zargo watching on with a sober smile.

“These two will deliver the letter, however. Perhaps send a rude drawing to Ri’Nhazi? Cheer him up on the front lines.” He joked – knowing fine well any form of rude message would either cause a roar of laughter from their brother, or a scowl of embarrassment; it all depended on who he was with at the time. Since rising in the ranks, Ri’Nhazi-Do had become far more diplomatic in his words – a trait Rhasha was pleased to see surfacing in his eldest sibling, what with all the years of settling things with his claws. His brother had always lacked finesse, in that area. However, he seemed to be impressing his superiors, whatever came out of his mouth.

“Ah, perhaps.” Rhasha said with a chuckle, pulling his brother into the hug with his free arm, ruffling the top of his head as he did so. “Stay safe – and avoid mammoths, yes? You have an injured Bosmer to look after.”

“Do they hell. I’ll kill any bloody mammoths that wander in our path, arm or no.” The familiar grumble came from behind as Sylvanis walked over – she was far more steady on her feet, and the light pallor in her cheeks that had lingered simply from shock had faded – as for her stump, well... the arm was not going to be re-attached, nor would it grow back. But it was a clean wound, and was healing well – Rhasha’Dar had suggested she pick up some skills in enchanting, what with seeing one of their Dunmer companions coping well enough with an enchanted prosthetic arm. If she did the same, perhaps she could wield that monstrous hammer of hers again.

“Sylva, do try to avoid fights until you can hold your own again. This one will be most upset to find that you’ve been crushed to death by an angry giant.”

"Just try to stop me, you bloody cat." Although said with a smirk, Rhasha noticed there was something else lingering in her amber toned eyes... was it worry? Regret? Something he couldn't place, for it was a foreign thing to see in Sylvanis. Letting go of the twins, Rhasha then wrapped his arms around his Bosmeri friend, who, for once, did not attempt to fight him off - instead wrapping her good arm around him as well. Only when the twins joined in on the hug did she release herself from the huddle.

"Alright, that's enough." She muttered gruffly, familiar scowl now set back in place as she regarded the three Khajiit. "The caravan's moving on soon... and I'd like to find a place that isn't running low on mead."

"Hmm... and this one should rejoin the others in the Inn. It would be most regrettable for Rhasha to miss the briefing."

At this, the group split - with a few items exchanged, and a joke to avoid the cliffs, simply for Sylvanis' sake - and Rhasha'Dar entered the Inn. Having already eaten with the caravan, and all of the seats already filled up, Rhasha stood nearby the head of the table, taking a handful of the bread rolls to eat later - it never hurt to stock up, just in case.

This was when his heart sank to hear where they would be going next - and the possibility of running back into the Kamal. But surely, they could not have destroyed that entire city? Were their war machines truly that powerful? The company's next mission seemed to get worse and worse as Ashav talked - not only would Dumhuvud be in charge, but they would be going via ship.

"Ah, perfect. This one cannot swim." He thought with a sigh, shaking his head ever so slightly. He'd never been sea-sick before, but the idea of drowning in such cold waters was not a pleasant one. He'd be remaining below decks for the voyage, it would seem. Lighting his pipe and taking a few puffs, Rhasha'Dar remained silent as Ashav called for questions. Their mission appeared to be a simple one... or so he hoped.

The Runaways

Mia

Location: Hellheim - or, just the motel room
Interacting With: Gloria @Liriia & Andy @Roosan
Mentions of: Everyone, dudes.

Mia raised one eyebrow at Glo's comment - safe but exciting? "It's either one or the other, Ria girl."

That was Mia's opinion anyhow - how could you entertain yourself without feeling just a small sense of danger? She wasn't just thinking about the usual daredevil stuff that she loved either; sure, tomb-stoning and walking around dark alleys and parks in the small hours of the morning always gave her a real sense of bad-assery or something, but with Mia's hyper-active imagination, she could get just as much of a thrill with books, movies, games. Before they left, she'd been halfway through her... like, billionth playthrough of Dragon Age 2, and she was still hella pissed that she wouldn't be able to finish it. Sure, she knew the ending, but it still gave her that little spike of adrenaline and worry and everything when it came to pass. It was the same with every other thing she geeked about.

That's what made her feel afraid now. They didn't know what the ending of their story was going to be - would they all die? Get re-captured and brain-washed? What were the chances of them beating their - apparently - evil parents and becoming the heroes of the day?

Realising with a start that she was beginning to scowl at her empty plate, Mia snapped out of her thoughts. She couldn't think about this now... not around the others, anyhow. She had an image to keep up - a girl's gotta be strong, y'know? Who else would cheer up the group with some light-hearted banter and pointless awesome arguments debates?

She was certain not everyone in the group was comfortable with her... more than persistent opinions, especially the guys who she hadn't really talked to all that much before their daring escape. In fact, it was only really Andy that she'd known beforehand. For some reason, her parents had encouraged for her to avoid all of the other kids - and she wasn't all that concerned, at the time. She had plenty of friends anyways, and besides... some of the parents seriously freaked her out. Andy's parents seemed okay, if a little intimidating. He definitely didn't take after them... but in another way, was like a carbon copy. It was weird... either way, Andy had always been fun to hang around with. He enjoyed a lot of the nerdy shit that she did (Bringing forth a lot of arguments in regards to characters and whatnot - she was sure the others were sick to death hearing about Star Wars) and he was kinda like a big brother. And also the token gay best friend that every girl in every american teen movie seemed to have, only less camp, and more drunk.

She liked it when he was drunk. It's how she learnt his full name.

As for the others, some were chiller with her than others. Mia was pretty sure that Malcolm was scared of her, but poor old Mal seemed to be scared of everything that moved and didn't, apart from that weird book of his. She didn't think Cody appreciated her spontaneity - boy looked into things too much.
Jay - well, apart from a _potential pop-tart theft, he was awesome. Always up for a discussion about the government or something. The working pair of the group, Tish and Lia, were also pretty cool. Mia didn't think she'd have lasted long without Lia leading them, and Tish also helped when it came to blowing off steam. Mia couldn't always be the annoyingly charming kid in the car, after all.
And then there was Gloria; girl was a feisty nerd, just like herself. Well, when it came to sci-fi, anyhow. She was sorely lacking in fantasy, and Mia was determined to change that. For everyone in the crew, so Malcolm was not safe from her scary amount of knowledge in the books of Tolkien either, or the sassy comments that would surely follow when he stammered out a question.

Speaking of sass, it was about time Mia chimed into the conversation before someone thought something was wrong with her.
"Last thing I need is someone gettin' all concerned about me. I need to swing by a chemist or somethin' later..." She thought - and this thought was a somewhat sobering one, despite the perky comment filled with sarcasm that was stated out loud.

"Hey, I have an idea! How 'bout we all stare at the walls until we want to blow our fuckin' brains out? It's worked well enough for us so far." She suggested with a grin, looking between Gloria and Andy. "'Course, the lack of guns may make that one a bit hard, but there's always a pool outside if one of us does feel suicidal. Drownin' is a peaceful way to go, or so I've heard."

Along with the less than endearing words she uttered, Mia was thinking some things through. On their way towards the motel, she'd noticed a few pharmacies on the high street. Maybe one of them would stock insulin? She didn't even know if it was an over-the-counter thing or not, but it was worth a try. So was stealing some, but the others didn't really need to know about her plans for today. She usually popped out for a bit - either to go to the store for pop-tarts or other junk food ("BECAUSE SOME SHITLORD KEEPS EATING MY STOCK"), or to go climb trees and do some childish, imaginative shit. Because how could life be bad when a girl was pretending she was hunting Orcs or something in the woods?