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First attempt at player interaction with the other group, let's see how this goes :p
The warmth of the fire did little to loosen the chill from Cub's spine. It wasn't the dry ache of the summer wind that chilled him but the familiar gnaw of uselessness. To hear the newbloods speak, Zhaveed had vanished. The details were vague but he was gone. Again. And Cub was in Skyrim. Again. Rihad burned for nothing.

Crouching to stay level with the others, Cub pulled the hood of his tattered cloak lower over his face as he caught Urzoth's gaze. She knew of his crown but it still pained him to be seen by other orcs. They were camped too close to Dushnikh as it was, if they even still lived. If the Dwemer didn't find him, the hunters would. Skyrim held no allies for Cub and Zhaveed had slipped through his grasp. Even Shavie had left him for dead after Harding's ship crashed. Cub's hand moved to the Dagger on his hip; at least it was still there. Though just a fragment of a memory in its dormant state, it was something familiar in a sea of new faces.

"I don't care where we go but we can't stay here." Cub managed to at least seem calm as the hood obstructed his shifting gaze scanning the treeline. Clearing his throat, the idea of hiding became more and more appealing. "Renleif, what do you know of this area? Any ruins nearby?" The idea of moving across open land again made Cub shudder as memories of the digging beasts tearing through the Windhelm stables danced before his watchful eyes. "I saw Falkreath when I crossed the mountains to find Zhaveed. There were survivors but they were desperate for supplies. I don't know if any yet live." Cub cleared his throat again, the fear in his voice begin to peek through. No, he'd much rather try his hand where those larger machines couldn't reach him

"'Scion, that Dwemer staff you have, how does it work? If we were to surprise the Dwemer in one of their own thrice-damned holes, how long would it take for them to ready a defense?"
Two questions, one for Derv the GM and one for Derv the player. First, Cub had to march all across the recently-invaded Skyrim in my CS; ground broken and uneven from the crawlers, entire holds on fire, survivors hunkered down in forts, it was great. How have things changed or not changed since his trek across the province? Secondly, any ideas for the reunion or would you like to do the Mass Effect thing as well?

HASTY EDIT: I'm sorry if this was answered in the IC, I'm about to read it, one sec
Yeah man, it was totally werewolf.
Been there a bit, super spoopy
Oh, I see. Because of their mutual "Outlander" lifestyle, I dig. Alright, thank you. Maybe the strife comes from the simple fact Cub's basically a city orc then? I don't know how much you know since my CS was lost to the ravages of time but he's essentially Kill On Sight to "True" orcs if he removes his helmet meaning he sticks to cities and traveling in groups, a notion the Ashland Loner might disagree with?
I'm really sorry, I feel terrible. I know you guys have better things to do than take us by the hand all the time. I don't know if such a big skip is for good or ill but I can only say I'll do my damnedest to make it worth the trouble.

A selection of things you can expect me to push for:
Reunification with Zhaveed (Obviously a major plot point for Cub we'll be skipping so I'll work out how grateful he is after all this time)
Rivalry with 'Scion (Cairo and I have been in talks for some time now so that should prove ample fodder)
Strife with Zainait (Dipper mentioned he held close ties to the stronghold orcs, all of whom despise Cub)
[Newly Added]Mutual Growth with Valsore (Both he and Cub have become little more than instruments of death)
Blood-Brothers with Blade (Obviously this depends on when and if Voltaire returns)
Dwemer Discovery with Regenleif (Cub's armour would be a natural point of discussion and they could make a formidable duo of brains and brawn; based on Sunny's return)

Obviously these are subject to a multitude of things and if anyone else would like to add more or plan a bit I'm more than happy; I just wanted to reassure everyone I've given plenty of thought to the RP just not been able to do any of it yet with the groups split.
Alright, time to knuckle down; here's what's up.

My life outside the guild is picking up faster than I've ever had to deal with in my sheltered existence (girls, work, meeting my dad etc.) and I don't know how to manage my time. I try to check into the OOC every once in a while with some anecdote or piece of writing I think might stir something up (it never does) but as for actual posts they don't cross my mind until it's too late at which point I cringe at even checking the Guild because I know what a shit player I'm being which makes me cringe more the next time and it continues. It's why Cub disappeared so often last time around.

My two cents on the situation is a final push, sink or swim before Winter. I say round up who's willing to keep going, merge the groups with a timeskip and set it at a place in Hammerfell with a single clear directive. I know it's a bit extreme but it seems like every time we branch off into groups (Palace of Kings in the first one as well as the bandit cavess and the Goblins and Scorpions now) something goes awry. I say one cohesive group and if the characters son't approve, good! Let them complain, plot to leave, rebel, whatever. More people, more interaction, more story.

That's what I think.
Since everyone else is kicking around ideas for alternative characters, here's one I've had rattling around for a bit now: smarmy war-profiteering Breton. Scavenged weapons and heirlooms, black soul gems, fresh(ish) bodies, even the odd meat pie if you're daring. Death can be a very lucrative business if you've the stomach for it.

EDIT: As an aside, you guys might appreciate this. I've just spent an hour preparing for a "canon" Skyrim playthrough (Talos, Companions, the whole nine yards) by throwing dragon words together to form a "true name" for my Nord dude. When the dust settled I ended up with the exceptionally long Bruniilah Beyrozin (Moon-Savage Honored-Guilt) and Sivaas (Beast) for short since neither I nor my gf could pronounce it to save our lives.
Fuck you, Frankie.
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