Sovi3t said
ICLY - In Character wise
Uh, that's should be ICW right?
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Uh, that's should be ICW right?
Leidenschaft said
The only problem with that is Take a good look at it and you'll know why Gcold and I wat things to be put in realistic traveling times and spread out evenly given the breadth of Tamriel. The real life scale of the Imperial Isle itself, you know that spit of dirt that the "really small" Imperial City is on? It's supposed to be the size of Puerto Rico and the Imperial City much bigger than in-game. In-Game representations are just that- representations as to what is told in the lore.
We can put in a couple of days before everyone's ready, those unable to travel that kind of distance should send nearby representatives instead of head of state/gov.
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LimeyPanda said
Well, Ten days of travel were given, and considering Skyrim can be traversed in game in two days on horse, and Cyrodil can be traversed in about three, so...Anyway, The last few people need to arrive, I believe it is only the Redguard who need to arrive.Since Titanpad is still not working (for me), would the group prefer a GoogleDocs file or a PiratePad file to be used for the summit? I'll be making it, whichever we decide to use, after work tonight.
Both works for me, though I'm leaning toward good a bit. Pirate is more simple, docs/drive got more features. What do everyone else think?
Stormhold, Black Marsh
20th of Midyear, 4E 205
Stalks-The-Stars and "S'arah"
"Come, Lady Khajiit. I would discuss your prescence here further, less I am forced to revoke the right."
The Argonian led the Cat-folk towards a nearby inn, producing several gold coins and purchasing access to a room. No doubt there would be rumours about the strange precautions that the Argonian was undertaking, but the animosity between Argonian and Khajiit would probably dispel any of the more risque rumours.
When the door was closed behind the pair, the Argonian was the first to speak.
"You are not Khajiit. Lord Hircene has taught me the smell and taste of all the prey Tamriel has to offer, and you smell like none of it. Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"
Surprised by the Argonian's sudden inquiry, S'arah knew she was in for one difficult explanation.
"I- This one is only part Khajiit," the tigress lied. Stopping for a brief moment, she searched for the best possible excuse. "S'arah was born under a rare alignment of moons, a difficult concept for outsiders to grasp. Most of my life were spent on ships and islands, hence my unfamiliarity with the land of Tamriel."
Knowing that by dragging the conversation longer, she would eventually run out of fictitious stories. Taking another pulse, she went to counter the lizard. "Do you truly understand the presences of all preys, my lord? I have doubts for Hircine's teachings, the daedra are truly unpredictable ones."
The Argonian smiled as his quarry stuttered. He was right about the scent. "So which is it, were you born part Khajiit, or were you born under a special alignment of moons?" He looked in the tigress' eyes, toothy grin showing off the razor sharp fangs of the lizard-folk. "And as far as I recall: I never questioned your unfamiliarity with Tamriel." The grin turned into a chuckle, mostly at the Tigress' expense.
The chuckle ended when she questioned the teaching of Hircine. His fist clenched at the audacity of the Tigress, but he managed to settle himself quickly enough. "You would do well to not insult the lord of the hunt: lest you make yourself prey." There was a temptation, to be sure, for an aggressive show of force, however he couldn't really afford to explain to his people why their lord was throttling a Cat in the guise of a twelve foot tall bipedal crocodile. "No, I am certain you are not Khajiit, and that intrigues me: because no one else has noticed yet. Why do you attend this summit, strange one?"
Frustrated by the Argonian's inquiry, S'arah was tempted draw her dagger. By the looks of the lizard's armor, she knew that she was under-armed for this fight. From his repeated mentioning of Hircine and his beast-like expressions, the lord of Stormhold gave off auras of werecreatures. But just as like a double edge sword, the perks of being a werecreature cut both ways.
"I am not what a normal Khajiit is. Though I could try to explain, few would understand." S'arah continued. "Just like me, I have no doubt that you, my lord, have secrets as well. No matter what I am, I represent the free people of southern Elsweyr. But what of you? Would your people fare very well knowing their lord is a follower of daedra?"
Satisfied with her response, S'arah decided to end this conversation. "If you will excuse me, the journey had worn out my stamina and a private room should be in order." Looking out the window, she pointed to the gate, where several groups of foreigners now gathered. "I believe you also have businesses to attend to, my lord."
"My people would care little for my Daedric connections. As for worship, you are even more unaware of my people than I suspected."
The urge to cleave the Cat-folk's head off was growing, as she continued her blatant display of unwarranted arrogance. For the second time, she assumed his unintelligent in as small a time as a minute."However, I am sure the other representatives would be unappeased by the news of my affiliation.with the lord of hunters."
He turned to look through the window, over at the few representatives who were making their way through his gate. He would have to deal with them, for sure. He also knew the Altmer representative would arrive soon. A group he and his father had particular interest in: desperate allies made the truest of alliances. "I suppose we should probably part, as you suggest. It is a shame though, if you were some mysterious agent who had infiltrated Southern Eleswyr's hierarchy, I would have enjoyed discussing a...lucrative agreement between the two of us. You would make a fine ruler, if you don't mind me saying."
He turned towards the day, slowly turning the handle so as to give her a time to pull him back. Would she take the bait? Would she stop him leaving?
These Argonians, or at least this individual, demonstrated much more intelligence than the tigress expected. If her mission was her own decision, she would probably have further dialogue with him. However, S'arah wasn't ready to deviate from Abasi-Kil's original orders. The general spoke of no alliances, after all, the lizard might just be bluffing.
"I believe it would be time for us to part ways, for now" S'arah concluded. Maybe, when she acquired more information, they could actually have grounds to negotiate on. But the present time is not the right time, for the next few days should be devoted to observations. "However, we could have further dialogues...in the future."
20th of Midyear, 4E 205
Stalks-The-Stars and "S'arah"
"Come, Lady Khajiit. I would discuss your prescence here further, less I am forced to revoke the right."
The Argonian led the Cat-folk towards a nearby inn, producing several gold coins and purchasing access to a room. No doubt there would be rumours about the strange precautions that the Argonian was undertaking, but the animosity between Argonian and Khajiit would probably dispel any of the more risque rumours.
When the door was closed behind the pair, the Argonian was the first to speak.
"You are not Khajiit. Lord Hircene has taught me the smell and taste of all the prey Tamriel has to offer, and you smell like none of it. Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"
Surprised by the Argonian's sudden inquiry, S'arah knew she was in for one difficult explanation.
"I- This one is only part Khajiit," the tigress lied. Stopping for a brief moment, she searched for the best possible excuse. "S'arah was born under a rare alignment of moons, a difficult concept for outsiders to grasp. Most of my life were spent on ships and islands, hence my unfamiliarity with the land of Tamriel."
Knowing that by dragging the conversation longer, she would eventually run out of fictitious stories. Taking another pulse, she went to counter the lizard. "Do you truly understand the presences of all preys, my lord? I have doubts for Hircine's teachings, the daedra are truly unpredictable ones."
The Argonian smiled as his quarry stuttered. He was right about the scent. "So which is it, were you born part Khajiit, or were you born under a special alignment of moons?" He looked in the tigress' eyes, toothy grin showing off the razor sharp fangs of the lizard-folk. "And as far as I recall: I never questioned your unfamiliarity with Tamriel." The grin turned into a chuckle, mostly at the Tigress' expense.
The chuckle ended when she questioned the teaching of Hircine. His fist clenched at the audacity of the Tigress, but he managed to settle himself quickly enough. "You would do well to not insult the lord of the hunt: lest you make yourself prey." There was a temptation, to be sure, for an aggressive show of force, however he couldn't really afford to explain to his people why their lord was throttling a Cat in the guise of a twelve foot tall bipedal crocodile. "No, I am certain you are not Khajiit, and that intrigues me: because no one else has noticed yet. Why do you attend this summit, strange one?"
Frustrated by the Argonian's inquiry, S'arah was tempted draw her dagger. By the looks of the lizard's armor, she knew that she was under-armed for this fight. From his repeated mentioning of Hircine and his beast-like expressions, the lord of Stormhold gave off auras of werecreatures. But just as like a double edge sword, the perks of being a werecreature cut both ways.
"I am not what a normal Khajiit is. Though I could try to explain, few would understand." S'arah continued. "Just like me, I have no doubt that you, my lord, have secrets as well. No matter what I am, I represent the free people of southern Elsweyr. But what of you? Would your people fare very well knowing their lord is a follower of daedra?"
Satisfied with her response, S'arah decided to end this conversation. "If you will excuse me, the journey had worn out my stamina and a private room should be in order." Looking out the window, she pointed to the gate, where several groups of foreigners now gathered. "I believe you also have businesses to attend to, my lord."
"My people would care little for my Daedric connections. As for worship, you are even more unaware of my people than I suspected."
The urge to cleave the Cat-folk's head off was growing, as she continued her blatant display of unwarranted arrogance. For the second time, she assumed his unintelligent in as small a time as a minute."However, I am sure the other representatives would be unappeased by the news of my affiliation.with the lord of hunters."
He turned to look through the window, over at the few representatives who were making their way through his gate. He would have to deal with them, for sure. He also knew the Altmer representative would arrive soon. A group he and his father had particular interest in: desperate allies made the truest of alliances. "I suppose we should probably part, as you suggest. It is a shame though, if you were some mysterious agent who had infiltrated Southern Eleswyr's hierarchy, I would have enjoyed discussing a...lucrative agreement between the two of us. You would make a fine ruler, if you don't mind me saying."
He turned towards the day, slowly turning the handle so as to give her a time to pull him back. Would she take the bait? Would she stop him leaving?
These Argonians, or at least this individual, demonstrated much more intelligence than the tigress expected. If her mission was her own decision, she would probably have further dialogue with him. However, S'arah wasn't ready to deviate from Abasi-Kil's original orders. The general spoke of no alliances, after all, the lizard might just be bluffing.
"I believe it would be time for us to part ways, for now" S'arah concluded. Maybe, when she acquired more information, they could actually have grounds to negotiate on. But the present time is not the right time, for the next few days should be devoted to observations. "However, we could have further dialogues...in the future."
Cpt Toellner said
Roleplaying? Nerds.
*Geeks
Get it right.
This is gonna be the new vg cats.
Ps. Gimme a kitty plz
Ps. Gimme a kitty plz
Hmm Darkwolf, you offer sounds like Versailles circa 1919.
General Abasi-Kil
Kiryat
The trio of ships arrived during nigh time. High general Abasi-Kil was accompanied by a group of Dragonguards, along with the Tang Mo and Kamal commanders. There were no large structures present on the island, which forced the Akaviri to set up tents along a meadow overlooking the coast. The general wanted to ensure a proper meeting between the two parties, therefore, a small batch of tents, made from the finest eastern silk were pitched. Their improvised meeting site contrasted greatly with the island, where lush green vegetation stood out against the scarlet fabrics.
For a brief second, Abasi-Kil noticed the Tang Mo and Kamal commanders stood peacefully together, a truly rare sight to behold. However, the general realized that they were both tensely looking at the distance, where faint dots sailed toward Kiryat. Unlike Abasi, those two had never seen the folks of Tamriel, even at Abasi's convincing words, they still had suspicions for the western folks.
"They are here," Abasi announced briefly before returning to the tents. Tsaesci logicians have setup a long wooden table, with some liquid refreshments on top of it. There were no chairs, for the Tsaesci's serpentine lowers made them incapable of using such furniture. Instead, the ground has simply been paved with soft fur carpet, much to the Tang Mo and Kamal's displeasure. But this meeting was Abasi's choosing, which meant decisions were ultimately his.
"S'arah"
Stormhold, Black Marsh
The architecture of Stormhold amused the tigress. For a race of swamp dwelling lizards, they are actually capable of building cities. In any case, the buildings of Stormhold provided a welcoming sight for S'arah, whose previous journey through the treacherous swamp left her in a bitter mood. Now, at a checkpoint outside of the gate, they were only met with cold rejection.
"What do you mean that we are not invited?" S'arah pointed to the guards. She traveled with a small group of Corinthe militias, whom accompanied her on the carriage.
"My lord said nothing of Khajiits," a guard countered. These lizards were stubborn, but S'arah was determined to attend the meeting, whether they like it or not. Seeing difficulties in persuading the guards, she fetched her bag from the accompanying Khajiits. From the bag, the tigress produced the crust, the dagger, the letter and a small cloth pouch.
"I am representing the free city of Corinthe, from the Pellitine Confederation of Southern Elsweyr," S'arah said as she presented the crust and the dagger. Pulsing briefly, she took out the letter and pouch. "Even though we were not invited to participate in debates, we have the rights to observe this meeting."
"But, my lord.." the guard was quickly cut off.
"We are done here." S'arah interrupted. She dropped the pouch into the guard's hand, where it landed with the sounds of clacking gold coins. "I will speak to your lord directly."
A few minutes later, S'arah and her entourage of militia arrived at the gate. They were greeted by a Argonian dressed in lavish armor.
"Greetings," S'arah waved. "You must be the lord of Stormhold. I hope you don't mind that we, the free Khajiits of Elsweyr, observe this grand summit of yours."
Kiryat
The trio of ships arrived during nigh time. High general Abasi-Kil was accompanied by a group of Dragonguards, along with the Tang Mo and Kamal commanders. There were no large structures present on the island, which forced the Akaviri to set up tents along a meadow overlooking the coast. The general wanted to ensure a proper meeting between the two parties, therefore, a small batch of tents, made from the finest eastern silk were pitched. Their improvised meeting site contrasted greatly with the island, where lush green vegetation stood out against the scarlet fabrics.
For a brief second, Abasi-Kil noticed the Tang Mo and Kamal commanders stood peacefully together, a truly rare sight to behold. However, the general realized that they were both tensely looking at the distance, where faint dots sailed toward Kiryat. Unlike Abasi, those two had never seen the folks of Tamriel, even at Abasi's convincing words, they still had suspicions for the western folks.
"They are here," Abasi announced briefly before returning to the tents. Tsaesci logicians have setup a long wooden table, with some liquid refreshments on top of it. There were no chairs, for the Tsaesci's serpentine lowers made them incapable of using such furniture. Instead, the ground has simply been paved with soft fur carpet, much to the Tang Mo and Kamal's displeasure. But this meeting was Abasi's choosing, which meant decisions were ultimately his.
"S'arah"
Stormhold, Black Marsh
The architecture of Stormhold amused the tigress. For a race of swamp dwelling lizards, they are actually capable of building cities. In any case, the buildings of Stormhold provided a welcoming sight for S'arah, whose previous journey through the treacherous swamp left her in a bitter mood. Now, at a checkpoint outside of the gate, they were only met with cold rejection.
"What do you mean that we are not invited?" S'arah pointed to the guards. She traveled with a small group of Corinthe militias, whom accompanied her on the carriage.
"My lord said nothing of Khajiits," a guard countered. These lizards were stubborn, but S'arah was determined to attend the meeting, whether they like it or not. Seeing difficulties in persuading the guards, she fetched her bag from the accompanying Khajiits. From the bag, the tigress produced the crust, the dagger, the letter and a small cloth pouch.
"I am representing the free city of Corinthe, from the Pellitine Confederation of Southern Elsweyr," S'arah said as she presented the crust and the dagger. Pulsing briefly, she took out the letter and pouch. "Even though we were not invited to participate in debates, we have the rights to observe this meeting."
"But, my lord.." the guard was quickly cut off.
"We are done here." S'arah interrupted. She dropped the pouch into the guard's hand, where it landed with the sounds of clacking gold coins. "I will speak to your lord directly."
A few minutes later, S'arah and her entourage of militia arrived at the gate. They were greeted by a Argonian dressed in lavish armor.
"Greetings," S'arah waved. "You must be the lord of Stormhold. I hope you don't mind that we, the free Khajiits of Elsweyr, observe this grand summit of yours."
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