Stormyx

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

Super quiet in here this week!

What have you all been doing? Good and productive week for you all I hope :)

Overwatch: A New Threat

Any room for Junkrat in here? :)

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

The sound of the Imperial and the Bosmer returning from the entrance to the barrow piqued Raelynn’s interest and she raised an eyebrow at the absence of the Khajit. Of course, it was just like a Khajit to be first to skulk off into the tomb. Entirely like a Khajit. It looked, from a quick glance that the Bosmer was feeling similarly about it. After all, this tomb had been her finding - she had a lot of stake in this run. It was her discovery - it was hers. Raelynn believed very strongly in ‘finders keepers’… Part of the reason she didn’t like Daro’Vasora running off first. The thief would probably pick the place clean and fill her boots with Septims, jewels, and all manor of treasures and claim the barrow to be empty.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the Bosmer, Sjara, she was very beautiful - for a Bosmer. She wasn’t as harshly angled like some, she didn’t have the bony limbs or bedraggled hair and a protruding brow. She was soft. Something about her showed on her skin and in her demeanour that there was more to her than she was letting on to the others. Of course, she had given the explanation that she was a ‘Nord-Raised’ Bosmer - whatever that meant, Raelynn had almost dozed off during her introduction to the group. The only one of the group that had stood out to her was the drunk and the only reason for that was the god awful stench of alcohol.

She hadn’t even made a great introduction herself, she was of course polite and warm as she could be, told them her name and credentials and that was enough. Why the extreme formalities and effort to get to know a bunch she would be spending a few days at best with? Besides, you learn what makes a man (or woman) when you’re underground in the caves, surrounded by Skeletons, Draugrs, and Bandits. The true self lunges forth when life is threatened. That is, it either lunges forward bravely or crumbles away like old bones. There are no airs or graces in the heat of battle. She would soon see what each of her companions were made of - and they would see the real her too.

Hector, the leader of this group was casting his eyes - like everyone else, at everyone else. It seemed this first meal together was full of intense gazing - as if trying to suss each other out intuitively - getting insight into each other from body language and the way they ate food, how they drank, even how they were sitting - where they were sitting even said a lot about a person. She herself had chosen to sit on the log furthest from the others - even if she was sat next Skall, her log had the most distance from everyone. She chose to perch very gracefully on her seat too, unlike Skall who sat comfortably, his legs spread open with an arm resting on his knee. He sat like a mans man. Dominant and alpha in style. His posture said “I’m HERE” very loudly, and very disruptively.

She could see that the Imperial was taking it all in, perhaps he was as perceptive as her on these matters. Does he really trust us all? Can I trust him? were the next thoughts that sprung into her mind as she stirred a pot of simmering water, sat close to the fire, taking from her belongings a small pouch with the other hand.

She fished out a selection of dried petals from the cloth pouch and tossed them into the water - a good handful of blue mountain flower and lavender toppled down through the steam - landing like paper on the surface of the water. It immediately illuminated, a swirl of blue then lilac rose as steam, dispersing a sweet and floral scent with it. It quickly fizzled back to being just steam. She carefully lifted the pot, stirring it still, slowly as she stood up this time, pot in hand she went round in a circle, pouring out into each and everyone of their mugs, flagons, and cups a portion of the water - no matter what had already been in there. She had already noticed that Hector had nothing in his hands, and so she knelt down by their supplies to pick him up a small cup which she filled with the last of the liquid, before bringing it over to him, a smile playing on her lips.

“I know what you’re thinking…” she said softly, so only he could hear “but it’s not a potion, it’s just brewed flowers, it will rejuvenate you for when we enter. It’s warm too so it will help you to feel fuller…” She held out the cup in both hands, presenting it to him to take, her eyes locked onto his. “It’s a shame the Khajit doesn’t get to have the benefit of a healers preparation… If I’d have known she was to enter early I may have had time to prepare her too… I guess she just won’t be as ready as we are…” her smile flickered to a smirk, back to a sickly sweet smile. She didn’t want to be entirely rude to Hector (not just yet, anyway), but she wanted him to know that she disapproved of him sending in party members without at least consulting her.

“This will go down a treat, I’m sure. Keep your strength up…” as she spoke she freed her left hand to give his arm a gentle touch; it was faux comfort, and served only as an extra bite to her previous comment.

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Hey sorry guys bit more a delay on this just had a load of extra work dumped on me past working hours *thumbs up*

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ETA? I was waiting for this post at the least before moving on into the crypt, but if you won't be able to wrap it up in time (no worries, if that's case) I'll do a GM post soon.

@Hank

I will give it another comb when I finish work - let's say 4 hours? It involves Rae being really sassy to Hector so yeah please hold the post :) I will submit tonight.

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I wrote up another post on the plane last night. Needs a tweak but I'll have it up soon I hope!

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

My post is probably not great. I am quite sleep deprived and not yet in the zone for this character, but I didn't want to hold this up :)

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

Olivia had only just really gotten started with her days work. She would always spend the first couple of hours of her day working through paperwork, lab reports, and filing data. Clerical work. None of her other colleagues deemed it necessary, and so she often would pick up the slack for them. She didn't enjoy either, but she was the youngest, and the easiest target for the others to pile it on to.

She clicked off the monitor of her computer, and stood up to dress into her lab coat when she heard her phone chime in her pocket. It was a very specific ringtone - the tone that alerted her that someone from Magbelievers.com had sent in an urgent report. This didn't happen very often but when it did.. It was enough to pull Olivia's attention to whatever it was.

Sure enough she opened her phone, and one of the Magic Conspiracy geeks had posted a link to a news article about a strange train explosion in Jefferson National Forest. The news wasn't quite onto what had really happened, and immediately the press were blaming the very group who were protesting the railway in the first place. Olivia knew better, Olivia knew that this was no terrorist attack - at least not a terror attack caused by someone like her.

This was a magic attack. Her fellow conspiracy geeks had found footage of a strange man walking away from the scene with a smirk. She opened the photo and looked at his face - his eyes. "They're so evil...." she muttered under her breath, unaware that her colleague, Dennis was behind her. "Whaz evil?" he asked, peering over her shoulder to look at her phone screen, his hooked nose just inches from her face - his grey nose hairs poking out of his wide nostrils - all spiky and disgusting.

"N-nothing! Just you know, stuff..." Olivia said. She was a terrible liar. "Didja file my lab reports Liv?" he asked, backing off to give his nose a scratch with his thumb - momentarily his nose hairs pushed back into the nostril - and just as quickly as they were gone, one by one they began to peak back out again. "I did, I just need to go up to the next floor to get some more toner for our printer so I can print.... you lab reports, for you, and Colin..." she stuttered over her words, pacing for the door of the office. "Sure thing, ya weirdo" he chuckled as he waddled off.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief as she began to head for the elevator, phone in hand - staring at the evil face. Could this really be Magic? Could this be the occurrence that would blow them into the public eye again?

As she headed to the elevator she saw one of her superiors, Rose Miller, barrelling out and back down the corridor to the other offices. Maybe she's seen something too... thought Olivia as she watched her go through a door at the end of the corridor. Rose was usually even tempered, but Olivia felt something about her today that rattled her. Something was bothering Rose...

No time to investigate she thought again, as she made her way back down to the ground floor. She had to get home - and early lunch break - to get in touch with her fellow internet magic fans... Something was brewing - and she didn't want to miss anything...

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@Dervish

But she still wants to be your fren

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The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

So yeah, Rae will have some sass to give for letting someone go into the barrow alone.

Especially since it's the Khajit she doesn't trust at all.