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7 yrs ago
Current Sometimes I wonder whether or not my trust is misplaced or not, especially when it seems that the trust I place in some people isn't reciprocated.
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7 yrs ago
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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8 yrs ago
Currently in exam periods at University after a full month of mobilization and a constant strike Things arent looking well so ill either be busy trying to save the semester or not because its lost
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8 yrs ago
I should re-read the Lord of the Rings one of these days
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8 yrs ago
Is it wierd that, whenever I am stressed I want to RP? I don't know, helps keep my mind off of certain things. Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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While Jaraleet had traded some banter with his travelling companions as they gained distance from Skingrad, the Haj-Eix, much like Gregor, had remained mostly silent through large portions of the journey to Anvil.

For one, he had barely escaped death at the hands of the Deep Elves thanks to Gregor's help. The chance encounter in the frantic melee that had ensued once the Dwemer had sprung their trap could have very well spelt the end of the assassin's life, but thanks to the help of the Imperial warrior they had both managed to escape with their lives and make their ways back to Skingrad. The staggering loss of life was something that bothered the Hidden Scale little, indoctrinated as he was since he was but a hatchling, and as such wasn't the cause of his silence throughout the vast majority of the trip towards Anvil. No, the cause for his silence laid in the sudden appearance of the Third Aldmeri Dominion in Skingrad. What did the Dominion stood to gain by offering its aid to a group of refugees? Jaraleet doubted that all citizens of Skingrad were happy with Count Hassildor's removal from power, especially when his replacement was openly backed up by the Dominion. The more he thought about it, the less the actions of the Dominion made sense to him; what value would Skingrad possess, surely the Dominion was made aware of the situation in Cyrodiil prior to taking over the city? Not to mention the fact that they surely must know that the Imperial Legions wouldn't take such an act without some retaliation of a sort?

These thoughts and more swam through Jaraleet's mind throughout the trip and the only conclusion that the assassin came to was that he needed to report on the sudden development to the An-Xileel. The return of the Dwemer and the interference of the Third Aldmeri Dominion were vital pieces of intelligence that the leaders of the Argonian people must be aware of, of this Jaraleet was certain. He knew that there was a safe-house in Anvil, the agent had stopped on his house in the Waterfront District on his way to the port-city, which was his motive for sticking with the group so far. When they got to the port-city he was present to hear the venomous words that Daro'Vasora slung to Rhea, a fact that made the Argonian wary of the Khajiit woman. While her words did have merit, it hadn't escaped Jaraleet's notice the way Rhea reacted to the announcement of Skingrad's new count, Vasora's words seemed far too driven by emotion for him to put too much stock in them. "I know I haven't been part of this group for too long." The assassin said to the Imperial woman, "But I believe Daro'Vasora is wrong in her accusations. While I'm not certain what happened at Skingrad while the rangers were away, I am certain that Vasora doesn't knows the full details either and, as such, she is in no position to judge you. You did what you had to do to keep this group safe and those are the actions of a good leader in my mind." The Argonian continued on, "If you have need of me, I'll be in Anvil for a while so don't hesitate to seek me out." He finished, bowing slightly to Rhea before heading into the city proper.

With that matter resolved, Jaraleet's next step was to approach Brutus. The use of the Colovian Rangers was spent for the Haj-Eix, and so he looked to disentangle himself from the militia. It didn't took him too long to find the leader of the Rangers, to whom he presented his desire to leave the militia. Brutus' reaction to that was evident, one of frustration and disapproval, but Jaraleet was able to convince the man by lying that he had relatives and friends living in Anvil and that he wanted to make sure that they were prepared in case the Dwemer mounted an attack on the port-city. Freed from any obligations towards the Rangers, Jaraleet turned towards his true objective: finding the safe-house of his fellow agent. It took him a long portion of the day, but eventually Jaraleet found the location of the safe-house. There he relayed all the information that he knew about the Dwemer, about the composition of their forces and of the technologies at their disposal, and of the Dominion's annexation of Skingrad, along with this the Haj-Eix also turned in all the information that he had gathered while living on the Imperial City. He knew that the information that he had gathered wouldn't be of much use at present, but it could very well give Argonia an edge once the invasion of the Dwemer was thwarted.

With all the information that he could provide already turned in, Jaraleet made one final request. He asked that a request be sent to the An-Xileel stating his intention to remain as a field agent during the duration of the Dwemeri invasion so that he could try and recover some of their technology, so that the Saxhleel people could benefit from the return of the Deep Elves. This request was met by some scepticism by the other Haj-Eix, but he promised to deliver his request as soon as he was able to do so. With his duties towards his people complete for the moment, Jaraleet left the safe-house and headed once more into the streets of Anvil.
Well, I can't speak for the rest, but at least Nicademus returned to the inn to put on his armor and to retrieve his weapons.
Got a small post for Nicademus in as well. Hopefully it is up to par, its short length notwithstanding.
"None on my part either." Spoke Nicademus, his voice distorted by the helmet that covered his head. True to his word, when the knight finally returned he was covered head to to toe in armor with his sword hanging from a strap slightly above his waist. "Thank you, it will be good for some of the guardsmen to learn alchemy if they are to form an effective guard." The knight said to Ursaren, bowing slightly to the old man. "I assume that it has already been decided which of your group will come with us, no?" The knight asked to Beren. He was no fool, the knight knew that more than a few in the group held distaste, if not outright contempt, towards him for his previous actions and so he was resigned to the possibility that more than a few wouldn't help them scout for the presence of a retaliation party.

Ursaren's words were a partial confirmation of his fears, but the old man would stay to teach the guardsmen an invaluable skill so the knight couldn't, and wouldn't, fault the old man for staying in town. Letting out a sigh, the knight leaned against one of the tavern's walls as he waited for a reply from either Beren or the other members of the group. He tried to look relaxed, but anyone could tell that the knight was tense and if one were perceptive enough they could notice slight tremors in the Andred man's hands. Anything related to the Dorcha usually set Nicademus on edge, as one could easily tell by how he had acted when he had spotted Aeryn, but the prospect of combat against the Dark Elves always made the knight feel the same mixture of emotions: fear and bloodlust.

Nicademus let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly to try and dispel the combination of emotions that seemed poised to overtake him. It was a paradoxical situation, on one hand the knight relished on the chance to meet the Dorcha on the field of battle to ensure that they couldn't harm anyone else like they had harmed him. And yet at the same time, the prospect of facing the Dark Elves in battle brought forth back too many memories for fear not to manifest in his heart. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be waiting outside. I need some fresh air." He said, waiting for confirmation that his words had been heard before leaving the inn and taking off his helmet for a moment. "Keep it together Nicademus, you've done this countless times." The knight told himself inwardly while waiting for the others to leave the inn in an effort to keep his emotions under control.
I'm gonna make a Zabrak Inquisitor for my character.
Sorry if it seemed like I was pressuring you or something with what I was saying, @The Fated Fallen, I just wanted to know where everyone's characters stood story wise.
Count me in as well
@The Fated Fallen I'd say that only Alice is really on the fence. Both Aeryn and Settione seem firmly on the camp of not going after the Dorcha, and Ursaren seems to be rather heavily inclined to that side of the fence as well if for entirely different motives than the first two admittedly.

EDIT: Unless you mean people as in, well, the players lol.
SO, so far, the ones on team "Pursuing the Dorcha" are Nicademus, An-Hasst, and Beren, while the rest are going to remain on the town, right? Unless my reading comprehension skills have suddenly evaporated.
Cool cool, I'll probably send you a DM in discord in that case with a few of my more pertinent questions.
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