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is it just a me problem where you own all the art/office supplies in your house so you basically become the pencil cartel
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One of your issues with Fallout 4 is you're not playing Fallout: New Vegas
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That's me. I also go by Anvil.
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Lucien was tired, hungry, and irritable by the time he and Shadowmere returned to Cheydinhal. Slinking along the eastern wall, he didn't stop until the well was in sight, then slipped inside after a street patrol had passed.
The moment he was inside, he shrugged off the robe which was not yet dry from the rain he'd suffered through, dumped it in a nearby chair, then wordlessly made his way to the dining hall where he knew supper would still be out at this hour, thanks to Ocheeva, who always seemed to be prepared whenever he should chance to show up. He had quite a bit to thank her and Vicente for.
He was not unaware of the sudden silence that fell over the remaining dinner party as he entered the room, but he paid them no heed. As of this moment, his main focus was food. He sat down and immediately dug into the food on his plate.
It was after a few minutes that Ocheeva finally rose from her seat and sat again in a chair near the Speaker. She spoke to him quietly.
"What news, Lucien?"
"The offender is coming here."
"Coming--"
"I was told to give her the choice to live."
And that seemed to be the end of that. Ocheeva paused a moment longer, contemplating the new turn of events.
"How long until she gets here?"
"Unless she steals one, she's coming on foot. She's not rich enough to buy a horse, that's for certain. Can't even afford decent room and board..." he snorted. He tapped one finger. "Keep an eye on her, Ocheeva. There was something in her eyes..."
When he was done eating, he pushed away his plate and left the room as suddenly as he'd entered it, but not without giving Ocheeva's shoulder an almost familiar touch. He went down, to the dark hallway that was always unlit for lack of traffic. There was only one person who stayed down here, and most of the others avoided it. He knocked on the heavy door at the end of the hall, then entered. The room was lit by one candle, which meant that Vicente was probably reading.
"Good evening, Lucien." Came the voice of the reclusive man.
"Evening, Vicente." Lucien shut the door behind him, then slumped in the chair opposite his mentor and friend.
The two of them talked quietly for some time, until it was quite late and Lucien could hardly keep his eyes open. He excused himself then, and retired to a bed in the living quarters.
The moment he was inside, he shrugged off the robe which was not yet dry from the rain he'd suffered through, dumped it in a nearby chair, then wordlessly made his way to the dining hall where he knew supper would still be out at this hour, thanks to Ocheeva, who always seemed to be prepared whenever he should chance to show up. He had quite a bit to thank her and Vicente for.
He was not unaware of the sudden silence that fell over the remaining dinner party as he entered the room, but he paid them no heed. As of this moment, his main focus was food. He sat down and immediately dug into the food on his plate.
It was after a few minutes that Ocheeva finally rose from her seat and sat again in a chair near the Speaker. She spoke to him quietly.
"What news, Lucien?"
"The offender is coming here."
"Coming--"
"I was told to give her the choice to live."
And that seemed to be the end of that. Ocheeva paused a moment longer, contemplating the new turn of events.
"How long until she gets here?"
"Unless she steals one, she's coming on foot. She's not rich enough to buy a horse, that's for certain. Can't even afford decent room and board..." he snorted. He tapped one finger. "Keep an eye on her, Ocheeva. There was something in her eyes..."
When he was done eating, he pushed away his plate and left the room as suddenly as he'd entered it, but not without giving Ocheeva's shoulder an almost familiar touch. He went down, to the dark hallway that was always unlit for lack of traffic. There was only one person who stayed down here, and most of the others avoided it. He knocked on the heavy door at the end of the hall, then entered. The room was lit by one candle, which meant that Vicente was probably reading.
"Good evening, Lucien." Came the voice of the reclusive man.
"Evening, Vicente." Lucien shut the door behind him, then slumped in the chair opposite his mentor and friend.
The two of them talked quietly for some time, until it was quite late and Lucien could hardly keep his eyes open. He excused himself then, and retired to a bed in the living quarters.
Ocheeva's expression slowly turned into a frown as she caught the connection Laandrin was making.
"I hope not, brother. For all our sakes. If he--or she--has finally begun making moves against the Brotherhood, much damage could be done before we actually find out who it is."
Since everyone else who was likely to join the dinner table was present, Ocheeva sat and bade everyone to begin. She herself was feeling now too uneasy to eat more than a few bites due to the idea that Laandrin proposed, and she resolved to ask Lucien about it the next time she saw him. She hoped that he might be able to alleviate that suspicion.
"I hope not, brother. For all our sakes. If he--or she--has finally begun making moves against the Brotherhood, much damage could be done before we actually find out who it is."
Since everyone else who was likely to join the dinner table was present, Ocheeva sat and bade everyone to begin. She herself was feeling now too uneasy to eat more than a few bites due to the idea that Laandrin proposed, and she resolved to ask Lucien about it the next time she saw him. She hoped that he might be able to alleviate that suspicion.
Ocheeva shook her head slightly.
"No, brother. But from... What I know about situations like these, however, I suspect Lucien has been given instructions on how to deal with the problem. I'm sure we'll know more when he gets back. More than likely, though, Lucien will kill the the offender." Ocheeva walked with Laandrin to the living quarters--she knew Vicente would not be joining them, and she often wondered if Loses-Her-Tail cared at all, or even understood common speech. She had to feel a little bad about mocking one of her own kind, but there were very few Argonians that acted as primitive as Loses seemed to be... How the woman had even been recruited, she knew not.
"No, brother. But from... What I know about situations like these, however, I suspect Lucien has been given instructions on how to deal with the problem. I'm sure we'll know more when he gets back. More than likely, though, Lucien will kill the the offender." Ocheeva walked with Laandrin to the living quarters--she knew Vicente would not be joining them, and she often wondered if Loses-Her-Tail cared at all, or even understood common speech. She had to feel a little bad about mocking one of her own kind, but there were very few Argonians that acted as primitive as Loses seemed to be... How the woman had even been recruited, she knew not.
The robed assassin made his way back through the city more carefully than he had entered, for it wasn't likely that the gate guard he'd encountered had ended his shift yet, and would probably recognize him if he attempted to pass through that gate. Fortunately, as with most cities, there were other gates for him to choose from. He left by the eastward gate instead, and when his dark horse appeared from behind a nearby tree to greet him, he frowned at her.
"I told you to stay put."
The animal snorted, showing no sign of concern or that she even cared what her master thought about it.
"Yes, yes all right. Let's get home quickly--I despise Leyawiin's weather..." He mounted, and the two of them rode off.
Back in Cheydinhal, the argonian woman, whose name was Ocheeva, was rounding everyone up for dinner. Some assassins had their own homes to live in, but for many, the Sanctuary was the home. It provided a safe place to sleep and recover, a place to get work, and a place to eat. Some larger Sanctuaries even had their own libraries for the avid reader. But in most cases, Sanctuaries were small places, providing the most basic comforts of living. Because the Sanctuary was so small, the group that lived in them became somewhat like a family--and was often called such--and there were never any secrets. If there were, well, it wasn't one for long. Of course, as the Sanctuary's mistress, Ocheeva did of course have her favorites among the assassins, though would hardly be kind or appropriate of her to say as such. One of these assassins she rather liked was Laandrin--a redguard fellow whom she found to be rather amusing. She approached this man.
"Brother, I'm calling the family in to dinner. Are you joining us?"
"I told you to stay put."
The animal snorted, showing no sign of concern or that she even cared what her master thought about it.
"Yes, yes all right. Let's get home quickly--I despise Leyawiin's weather..." He mounted, and the two of them rode off.
Back in Cheydinhal, the argonian woman, whose name was Ocheeva, was rounding everyone up for dinner. Some assassins had their own homes to live in, but for many, the Sanctuary was the home. It provided a safe place to sleep and recover, a place to get work, and a place to eat. Some larger Sanctuaries even had their own libraries for the avid reader. But in most cases, Sanctuaries were small places, providing the most basic comforts of living. Because the Sanctuary was so small, the group that lived in them became somewhat like a family--and was often called such--and there were never any secrets. If there were, well, it wasn't one for long. Of course, as the Sanctuary's mistress, Ocheeva did of course have her favorites among the assassins, though would hardly be kind or appropriate of her to say as such. One of these assassins she rather liked was Laandrin--a redguard fellow whom she found to be rather amusing. She approached this man.
"Brother, I'm calling the family in to dinner. Are you joining us?"
Grim seemed to have been standing with Azurael and T'vor the whole time.
"My goodness, I am popular today... My name mention at least three times? Tsk! Something bad must have happened, ehehehehe..."
T'vor started at the Angel's voice and stepped away from him with a snarl.
"I'll go with them." He told Azurael, happy for an excuse to get away from that insane Angel of death. He curtly gestured to Je'nai and Asmod.
"This way." He strode away, clearly expecting them to follow.
Grim waved 'bye' to Asmod.
"Hoohoo, don't you look a little... ashy. Heeheehee!" He turned to Azurael and Damien with a broad, pointy-toothed grin.
Meanwhile, Sephiroth had been just informed of the new arrival, and was on his way to meet with this... Asmod... at Ariadel's tent. His face was set with a small frown.
"My goodness, I am popular today... My name mention at least three times? Tsk! Something bad must have happened, ehehehehe..."
T'vor started at the Angel's voice and stepped away from him with a snarl.
"I'll go with them." He told Azurael, happy for an excuse to get away from that insane Angel of death. He curtly gestured to Je'nai and Asmod.
"This way." He strode away, clearly expecting them to follow.
Grim waved 'bye' to Asmod.
"Hoohoo, don't you look a little... ashy. Heeheehee!" He turned to Azurael and Damien with a broad, pointy-toothed grin.
Meanwhile, Sephiroth had been just informed of the new arrival, and was on his way to meet with this... Asmod... at Ariadel's tent. His face was set with a small frown.
@VenusSTAR Hey there! It's best to read the updates at the end of my initial post to see my current status on commissions. The semester isn't quite over yet for me, so I'm afraid I'm not accepting commissions right now. If you want to wait a few weeks, you can talk to me then to see if I'm ready to start drawing again. I may also end up revising the rules for art ordering, so do keep an eye out for any changes I might make in the future.
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