With a victorious grin, J'zhid slipped the diamond, which was about the size of his fist, into one of his many pockets, and then sneaked back out of the door, being sure to leave an Odd Jobs flier behind so that the minor would know exactly who to go to for help. With his prize in his pocket, J'zhid proceeded down the streets with a jolly skip in his step and made had a quick drink at the Bannered Mare before heading back to Odd Jobs. He pushed open the door humming a catchy tune that the bards had been singing lately, "Our hero, our hero, the Dragonborn--" but he was cut of by the truly awful array of smokes -- yes plural -- that had filled his home. His nose wrinkled with disgust as he caught the unmistakable scent of skooma mixed with whatever it was their witch was cooking up. Separate, the two smells were not terrible, but together they created a nauseating combination, like ground beef mixed with taffy.
Even so, such things were to be expected given the colorful cast that worked at Odd Jobs. He saw Aria sitting at the front desk, bored as always, and wondered how that cat could stand the pervasive smells that often filled this place; perhaps it had built up an immunity from all the time it spent here. "If the little thing enjoys it here so much, perhaps it should pay rent," J'zhid teased. "It's not so hard to teach a cat to fetch coins." He gave a hearty chuckle, apparently finding his little joke quite amusing. "But seriously, J'zhid is anticipating a client within the next day or so. If a man comes inquiring about a large diamond, direct him to J'zhid, yes?" He gave Aria a knowing grin. It wasn't the first time he had pulled a stunt like this, and although it was pretty transparent to the members of Odd Jobs what he did when things were slow, he would feign indignity if he was ever accused.
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Whenever things were slow at Odd Jobs, J'zhid was out and about making his own work. The guards were always wary whenever the Khajiit was about, but he made it a point not to interfere with their work, and even to give them information whenever he could; it helped to alleviate the suspicions they had about J'zhid. Of course they had no proof that he was involved with anything illicit, but they had suspicions nonetheless. His day began with a routine skooma deal just outside of Whiterun. His chameleon fur came in handy for this; if his clients never met the "same" dealer twice, they could offer no information to the guards if they were caught.
However, the deal was only the appetizer for the day. He had some information that would keep his pockets laden with coin for quite some time. An average minor -- his name wasn't even terribly important -- had found one of the largest diamonds that Tamriel had seen in a hundred years. The man's inexperience with wealth was pitiable; one should never boast about such things in a tavern for you never know who might be listening. Last night, J'zhid had watched the man stagger back to his house, and he instantly knew the diamond could be found there. How? Well, why would a peasant demand that the guards keep a tight watch around his house?
Now, most thieves preferred night time for their operations, but J'zhid... well he had a very easy way to hide in plain sight. "If you want a job done right, you mustn't do it yourself! Come to Odd Jobs and have all your troubles taken care of!" He handed out fliers to the passerby as he subtly surveyed surveyed the minor's home. "Skeevers exterminated, valuables recovered, rivals bested! All at one convenient location!" He got permission from the guards to slip some fliers under people's doors; they were sympathetic after he told them about the slow business, and allowed him to approach the houses so long as he caused no trouble. J'zhid had no intention of making his trouble known.
At first the guards were watching him closely, but with all the buzz about dragons and legends that had been going around lately, they quickly became bored with watching a "failed" merchant slip fliers under doors, and their eyes frequently drifted to the skies. It only took one such opening for J'zhid to pick the simple Whiterun lock, and within moments he had slipped inside the minor's house. It was a small house, but even if it was a mansion, it would not have taken very long to find the diamond. "Man's stupidity knows no bounds..." he whispered as he plucked the diamond off of an unsecured cushion right on the minor's night stand, in plain sight. The rumors about the gem had been significantly exaggerated, as they always were but it was a valuable piece nonetheless. Whether the man chose to pay for its recovery, or he sold it himself, it would still fetch a high price.
However, the deal was only the appetizer for the day. He had some information that would keep his pockets laden with coin for quite some time. An average minor -- his name wasn't even terribly important -- had found one of the largest diamonds that Tamriel had seen in a hundred years. The man's inexperience with wealth was pitiable; one should never boast about such things in a tavern for you never know who might be listening. Last night, J'zhid had watched the man stagger back to his house, and he instantly knew the diamond could be found there. How? Well, why would a peasant demand that the guards keep a tight watch around his house?
Now, most thieves preferred night time for their operations, but J'zhid... well he had a very easy way to hide in plain sight. "If you want a job done right, you mustn't do it yourself! Come to Odd Jobs and have all your troubles taken care of!" He handed out fliers to the passerby as he subtly surveyed surveyed the minor's home. "Skeevers exterminated, valuables recovered, rivals bested! All at one convenient location!" He got permission from the guards to slip some fliers under people's doors; they were sympathetic after he told them about the slow business, and allowed him to approach the houses so long as he caused no trouble. J'zhid had no intention of making his trouble known.
At first the guards were watching him closely, but with all the buzz about dragons and legends that had been going around lately, they quickly became bored with watching a "failed" merchant slip fliers under doors, and their eyes frequently drifted to the skies. It only took one such opening for J'zhid to pick the simple Whiterun lock, and within moments he had slipped inside the minor's house. It was a small house, but even if it was a mansion, it would not have taken very long to find the diamond. "Man's stupidity knows no bounds..." he whispered as he plucked the diamond off of an unsecured cushion right on the minor's night stand, in plain sight. The rumors about the gem had been significantly exaggerated, as they always were but it was a valuable piece nonetheless. Whether the man chose to pay for its recovery, or he sold it himself, it would still fetch a high price.
OCs or canons?
gonna watch this one, see how it develops.
absolutely!
I can see Igfrid and J'zhid going at it about where he "acquired" certain things. J'zhid isn't quite as "morally correct" as Igfrid.
Telio nodded with satisfaction as urkwia explained the very thin line between the nobility and the commoners of this land. It was more or less the polar opposite of his kingdom. His father was certainly a just ruler and his people were no less taken care of than those of Hy Byseil, but the line between classes in Eldan was virtually opaque. Most people hadn’t seen the king’s face, and even when he did address the people, he did so from such a high balcony and such a dense entourage that the people were still lucky if they even saw him. Only dignitaries and aristocrats were allowed in the castle, and when they traveled from they own manors, they did so in covered carriages so they weren’t bothered by the awestruck gazes of the commoners. It worked, and it kept Eldan stable, but he felt that Urkwia’s way was quite a bit warmer. He could tell by the friendly waves that the people were giving their princess that there was nothing wrong with being close to the commoners.
“What was I doing exactly?” He was pulled out of his musings by Urkwia’s interrogation, only to be plunged back into his thoughts about the sapphires. “Ah, let’s see… I had acquired some new samples from a river. I was in my carriage looking at them, and then something made me hop out.” He thought hard for a moment, trying to recall exactly what had happened, but everything was blurring together. He remembered the blue vortex, but what was before that? “I am afraid my head still is not quite altogether at the moment. I’ll need some time to gather my thoughts before I can give you an accurate account. I certainly would not want to give you false information.”
When they walked into the tavern, it was as lively as any place that Telio had ever been to. The man Gavin seemed to be particularly full of mirth. As Urkwia prepared their order, Telio took a moment to soak in the atmosphere. It was odd stepping into a foreign tavern when he was unfamiliar with the people and their customs – hell if he introduced himself he wasn’t even able to tell them if he lived north or south of here – but it was not at all unpleasant. He found that one of the best ways to bond with a new people was to share a drink; Telio had participated in his fair share of drinking contests in his travels. But, their stay was relatively short as Urkwia packed up their food and began to lead them back to the castle. Perhaps it was for the best; he certainly didn’t want to be come known as the crazy vortex man.
As the two headed back to the castle, Urkwia decided to ask a simpler question… or at least it would have been simple for any normal nobleman. “I suppose it depends who you ask what I am best known for,” he said after a moment of thought. “Among the knights, I am known for my valor and tactics in the field of battle. Among the commoners, I am known for the very thing that is commonplace in your kingdom: I speak to the people directly and am not above getting my hands dirty to help them. They call me ‘The People’s Prince’ because such things are quite uncommon in my land. Finally, if you ask my father, he will say I am most known for disappearing for long intervals at a time and showing up again at random. But, I suppose I would like to be known for my work as an explorer. I have already visited most of the unexplored regions on the mainland, and have revealed many untapped resources that are within my kingdom’s influence. Why, when I return with news of an entire undiscovered kingdom, I am sure I will knock the crown right off of my father’s head.” He ended with a small chuckle. Anything that would shake up the monotony of the court was a good discovery in his book.
It wasn’t long before Urkwia directed the conversation back to the vortex that they saw. Perhaps she was as passionate about her work as the prince was about his, if not more so. Fortunately, they arrived at the castle before he had to try to recall the muddled events leading up to his arrival once again. For Telio, castles were never as interesting as… well anywhere. Everything inside of them was just so predictable. You expected the rooms to be huge, you expected the glamour and splendor, and all the servants were perfectly behaved so as not to offend their lords. It was all so artificial that it was impossible to tell who anybody truly was in this environment.
So, when they finally sat down to eat, Telio decided to be perfectly forthright with the princess. She seemed like the kind of person that could handle honesty. “My parents are not terribly happy with anything I have done either.” He said, glad that they had some common ground that wasn’t related to crazy vortexes “Were my father anybody but the king he would have called me a success, but he does not want a soldier, a tactician, an explorer, or a cartographer; he wants a prince.” He took a bite of meat, not realizing how hungry he was until he began eating. He smiled and stifled a small laugh as Urkwia once again apologized for her lack of formality. Now would be as good a time as any to let her know where he stood on the matter.
“If there is one thing I have learned from visiting various cultures, it is not to be offended too easily. Please do not stand on ceremony around me. If you cannot be at ease, then at least do not be ashamed of who you are in front of me. Once again, I will gladly accept your hospitality and I am sure your home will be more than enough to accommodate me. Now, I know what you really want to talk about, so let us not delay the inevitable any longer.”
With food and drink filling his stomach, Telio felt his head finally start to settle, and he could think clearly again. “I think you are absolutely correct in saying that the vortex we saw is some kind of long-distance transportation. When it opened in front of me, I deemed it reasonably safe to enter, and when I did so, I ended up here. As for why it happened…” he paused for a moment, thinking back to exactly what had happened. “The sapphires were flickering. Not all of them, just two of the especially dark ones. You said you were hitting them together? Was the rhythm like this?” He knocked his knuckles on the table, emulating the rhythm of the flickering as well as he could remember. I took them outside to get some better light, and when I put them close to each other – touching rather – the flashes grew brighter until the vortex finally opened.”
He paused again, trying to put all the pieces together. “Do you think we just discovered some kind of transportation magic? It was only certain sapphires that were reacting… the very dark ones. Yes, you said yours were dark as well. Perhaps there is some kind of link. There has to be! It’s the only thing that makes sense. Portals don’t just appear and whisk people away to foreign lands for no reason. But that leaves the question how far?” Once again, Telio paused, thinking how best to ascertain where he was. “If you could, have somebody bring me a map that covers everything your people have discovered. Even if we have not found each other, surely there is a place that we both know about.” Then he let out another chuckle. “I must admit, this talk of sapphires is rather exciting. I can see why you are so absorbed in them.”
“What was I doing exactly?” He was pulled out of his musings by Urkwia’s interrogation, only to be plunged back into his thoughts about the sapphires. “Ah, let’s see… I had acquired some new samples from a river. I was in my carriage looking at them, and then something made me hop out.” He thought hard for a moment, trying to recall exactly what had happened, but everything was blurring together. He remembered the blue vortex, but what was before that? “I am afraid my head still is not quite altogether at the moment. I’ll need some time to gather my thoughts before I can give you an accurate account. I certainly would not want to give you false information.”
When they walked into the tavern, it was as lively as any place that Telio had ever been to. The man Gavin seemed to be particularly full of mirth. As Urkwia prepared their order, Telio took a moment to soak in the atmosphere. It was odd stepping into a foreign tavern when he was unfamiliar with the people and their customs – hell if he introduced himself he wasn’t even able to tell them if he lived north or south of here – but it was not at all unpleasant. He found that one of the best ways to bond with a new people was to share a drink; Telio had participated in his fair share of drinking contests in his travels. But, their stay was relatively short as Urkwia packed up their food and began to lead them back to the castle. Perhaps it was for the best; he certainly didn’t want to be come known as the crazy vortex man.
As the two headed back to the castle, Urkwia decided to ask a simpler question… or at least it would have been simple for any normal nobleman. “I suppose it depends who you ask what I am best known for,” he said after a moment of thought. “Among the knights, I am known for my valor and tactics in the field of battle. Among the commoners, I am known for the very thing that is commonplace in your kingdom: I speak to the people directly and am not above getting my hands dirty to help them. They call me ‘The People’s Prince’ because such things are quite uncommon in my land. Finally, if you ask my father, he will say I am most known for disappearing for long intervals at a time and showing up again at random. But, I suppose I would like to be known for my work as an explorer. I have already visited most of the unexplored regions on the mainland, and have revealed many untapped resources that are within my kingdom’s influence. Why, when I return with news of an entire undiscovered kingdom, I am sure I will knock the crown right off of my father’s head.” He ended with a small chuckle. Anything that would shake up the monotony of the court was a good discovery in his book.
It wasn’t long before Urkwia directed the conversation back to the vortex that they saw. Perhaps she was as passionate about her work as the prince was about his, if not more so. Fortunately, they arrived at the castle before he had to try to recall the muddled events leading up to his arrival once again. For Telio, castles were never as interesting as… well anywhere. Everything inside of them was just so predictable. You expected the rooms to be huge, you expected the glamour and splendor, and all the servants were perfectly behaved so as not to offend their lords. It was all so artificial that it was impossible to tell who anybody truly was in this environment.
So, when they finally sat down to eat, Telio decided to be perfectly forthright with the princess. She seemed like the kind of person that could handle honesty. “My parents are not terribly happy with anything I have done either.” He said, glad that they had some common ground that wasn’t related to crazy vortexes “Were my father anybody but the king he would have called me a success, but he does not want a soldier, a tactician, an explorer, or a cartographer; he wants a prince.” He took a bite of meat, not realizing how hungry he was until he began eating. He smiled and stifled a small laugh as Urkwia once again apologized for her lack of formality. Now would be as good a time as any to let her know where he stood on the matter.
“If there is one thing I have learned from visiting various cultures, it is not to be offended too easily. Please do not stand on ceremony around me. If you cannot be at ease, then at least do not be ashamed of who you are in front of me. Once again, I will gladly accept your hospitality and I am sure your home will be more than enough to accommodate me. Now, I know what you really want to talk about, so let us not delay the inevitable any longer.”
With food and drink filling his stomach, Telio felt his head finally start to settle, and he could think clearly again. “I think you are absolutely correct in saying that the vortex we saw is some kind of long-distance transportation. When it opened in front of me, I deemed it reasonably safe to enter, and when I did so, I ended up here. As for why it happened…” he paused for a moment, thinking back to exactly what had happened. “The sapphires were flickering. Not all of them, just two of the especially dark ones. You said you were hitting them together? Was the rhythm like this?” He knocked his knuckles on the table, emulating the rhythm of the flickering as well as he could remember. I took them outside to get some better light, and when I put them close to each other – touching rather – the flashes grew brighter until the vortex finally opened.”
He paused again, trying to put all the pieces together. “Do you think we just discovered some kind of transportation magic? It was only certain sapphires that were reacting… the very dark ones. Yes, you said yours were dark as well. Perhaps there is some kind of link. There has to be! It’s the only thing that makes sense. Portals don’t just appear and whisk people away to foreign lands for no reason. But that leaves the question how far?” Once again, Telio paused, thinking how best to ascertain where he was. “If you could, have somebody bring me a map that covers everything your people have discovered. Even if we have not found each other, surely there is a place that we both know about.” Then he let out another chuckle. “I must admit, this talk of sapphires is rather exciting. I can see why you are so absorbed in them.”
All done. Let me know if I need to tone down my character a bit. I was just having some fun with him.
Name: J’zhid Nugari
Aliases: Known throughout the underground as “The Obtainer.”
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Faction: Odd Jobs
Weapons: Two enchanted Daedric daggers named “Vamp” and “Rend.” Vamp heals its wielders wounds as it cuts. The wounds caused by Rend do not stop bleeding unless they are treated with magic or are cauterized.
Magics: Sticky Fingers – J’zhid creates a magic aura in his hand that prevents him from dropping any objects. Great for holding on to loot while making an acrobatic escape. It only works if he can grasp and lift the object, so it does not allow him to scale walls.
Chameleon Fur – J’zhid can alter the color and patterns of his fur for up to one minute. It can only be changed to natural fur colors (no greens, blues, or purples). Good for escaping in a crowd or blending in with the environment.
Equipment/Items: Light leather armor with lots of pockets and holsters for his daggers optimized for flexibility. A large black cloak. A gold necklace with a huge, fake diamond in it. Plenty of gold coins and some random rings and trinkets scattered in his pockets.
Backstory/Personality: J'zhid was born to a group of travelling merchants. From a young age, he became accustomed to travelling from place to place and meeting new people every day. His outgoing personality made him a great merchant as a child, and it also made him many lifelong "friends" whom he still keeps in contact with today. Whether they were jewelers, Skooma dealers, or mercenaries, J'zhid made it a habit of getting to know as many people as he could and eventually developed one of the largest social networks in all of Skyrim.
J'zhid's influence really began to grow when he happened across Mercer Frey. The two apparently had their eyes set on the same mansion, but rather than make an enemy of the Thieves Guild, J'zhid let Mercer have all the loot except for one pair of Daedric Daggers that he had his eyes on. He even shared information about the layout of the mansion and directed Mercer to valuables he otherwise would not have found. Mercer was so impressed with J'zhid that he gave him an invitation to join the guild, but the Khajiit declined. He was more comfortable running his own business.
Even so, J'zhid kept close ties with the Thieves Guild, even though they seemed to be running into hard luck. The guild saw it as a curse; J'zhid saw it as a client. This is when he became known as "The Obtainer." If the guild was given any jobs that were to much for the down-and-out band to handle, J'zhid would take it on and let the guild get the credit... for a price of course, and the cost of saving face was often high. He expanded his business from mere thievery to obtaining anything that anybody needed. Rare ores, rare herbs, illegal substances, the crowns of Jarls. J'zhid would turn down no request so long as it followed a simple set of rules:
1.) The object must exist. I obtain real, tangible things. I do not chase down myths, legends, or other items of speculative existence.
2.) People are not objects. I am not an assassin, a butcher, or a body trafficker.
3.) Every job has a price. I tell you what to pay, not the other way around.
With his skills, J'zhid acquired quite a bit of wealth in a very short time, but one day his fortune took a turn for the worse. Mercer Frey, his once trusted companion, set him up. It was true that J'zhid was letting the thieves guild take credit for his work, but there were whispers in the shadows of "The Obtainer" who was the true mastermind behind the guild. Mercer didn't like that, so he would have to housebreak the cat. He crafted a cage with a lock that for some reason only he could open and led the unsuspecting J'zhid right into it. For a week the Khajiit was trapped and nothing he could do worked on that strange lock, and then Mercer made him an offer: freedom in exchange for the location of all of his valuables. J'zhid had no choice but to accept.
So, J'zhid was freed with not a gold piece to his name, but his still had his skills and his network of connections. Rather than bouncing right back, though, J'zhid decided to take things a bit more slowly this time. Odd Jobs seemed like a good place to settle down, and his skills proved to be invaluable. He handles any kind of fetch quest with masterful expediency, but he keeps his shadowy past a secret. To Odd Jobs, he is simply J'zhid, and on those rare occasions when somebody comes knocking on their door asking for "The Obtainer," he just laughs and tells them that was just a story the Thieves Guild made to scare people.
Aliases: Known throughout the underground as “The Obtainer.”
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Faction: Odd Jobs
Weapons: Two enchanted Daedric daggers named “Vamp” and “Rend.” Vamp heals its wielders wounds as it cuts. The wounds caused by Rend do not stop bleeding unless they are treated with magic or are cauterized.
Magics: Sticky Fingers – J’zhid creates a magic aura in his hand that prevents him from dropping any objects. Great for holding on to loot while making an acrobatic escape. It only works if he can grasp and lift the object, so it does not allow him to scale walls.
Chameleon Fur – J’zhid can alter the color and patterns of his fur for up to one minute. It can only be changed to natural fur colors (no greens, blues, or purples). Good for escaping in a crowd or blending in with the environment.
Equipment/Items: Light leather armor with lots of pockets and holsters for his daggers optimized for flexibility. A large black cloak. A gold necklace with a huge, fake diamond in it. Plenty of gold coins and some random rings and trinkets scattered in his pockets.
Backstory/Personality: J'zhid was born to a group of travelling merchants. From a young age, he became accustomed to travelling from place to place and meeting new people every day. His outgoing personality made him a great merchant as a child, and it also made him many lifelong "friends" whom he still keeps in contact with today. Whether they were jewelers, Skooma dealers, or mercenaries, J'zhid made it a habit of getting to know as many people as he could and eventually developed one of the largest social networks in all of Skyrim.
J'zhid's influence really began to grow when he happened across Mercer Frey. The two apparently had their eyes set on the same mansion, but rather than make an enemy of the Thieves Guild, J'zhid let Mercer have all the loot except for one pair of Daedric Daggers that he had his eyes on. He even shared information about the layout of the mansion and directed Mercer to valuables he otherwise would not have found. Mercer was so impressed with J'zhid that he gave him an invitation to join the guild, but the Khajiit declined. He was more comfortable running his own business.
Even so, J'zhid kept close ties with the Thieves Guild, even though they seemed to be running into hard luck. The guild saw it as a curse; J'zhid saw it as a client. This is when he became known as "The Obtainer." If the guild was given any jobs that were to much for the down-and-out band to handle, J'zhid would take it on and let the guild get the credit... for a price of course, and the cost of saving face was often high. He expanded his business from mere thievery to obtaining anything that anybody needed. Rare ores, rare herbs, illegal substances, the crowns of Jarls. J'zhid would turn down no request so long as it followed a simple set of rules:
1.) The object must exist. I obtain real, tangible things. I do not chase down myths, legends, or other items of speculative existence.
2.) People are not objects. I am not an assassin, a butcher, or a body trafficker.
3.) Every job has a price. I tell you what to pay, not the other way around.
With his skills, J'zhid acquired quite a bit of wealth in a very short time, but one day his fortune took a turn for the worse. Mercer Frey, his once trusted companion, set him up. It was true that J'zhid was letting the thieves guild take credit for his work, but there were whispers in the shadows of "The Obtainer" who was the true mastermind behind the guild. Mercer didn't like that, so he would have to housebreak the cat. He crafted a cage with a lock that for some reason only he could open and led the unsuspecting J'zhid right into it. For a week the Khajiit was trapped and nothing he could do worked on that strange lock, and then Mercer made him an offer: freedom in exchange for the location of all of his valuables. J'zhid had no choice but to accept.
So, J'zhid was freed with not a gold piece to his name, but his still had his skills and his network of connections. Rather than bouncing right back, though, J'zhid decided to take things a bit more slowly this time. Odd Jobs seemed like a good place to settle down, and his skills proved to be invaluable. He handles any kind of fetch quest with masterful expediency, but he keeps his shadowy past a secret. To Odd Jobs, he is simply J'zhid, and on those rare occasions when somebody comes knocking on their door asking for "The Obtainer," he just laughs and tells them that was just a story the Thieves Guild made to scare people.
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