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@Alina13 I usually wait for a full rwuallyound to go by before I post. I like to give everyone a chance to move the story forward before I go. Also Liz is a creepy bitch. It is not like she is just going to tap you shoulder and say hi, more like stalk your ass.
@Alina13 OH BOY!!!!
Elizabeth looked at the back book, not pitchblack as her own, but close enough. It also sent a familiar feeling up her spine, only as she looked at it. Odessa has sitting looking over the book eating quietly by herself.

Elizabeth NEEDED to know what the last pages looked like... Almost as if it was calling to her. She took a deep breath, and walked up to the table. "I... I am sorry for your loss. I know you liked Mr. Johnson. We... we all did."

Elizabeth did not feel sad, she was calm, but she felt as though she had faked it. She looked into Odessa's now tearing eyes.
@Eklispe Actions: Convince store owner of a good price.

Barter Check Required: (2 green v 2 purple) = st = Success with threat

@rush99999 Actions: Leave the tavern and kill time.

No Check Required.

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The Proprietor of the Riverwood Trader looked over the objects and with some convincing by Shinon, agreed to the price of 30 Septims. With the gold placed into Shinon's hands, he turned his attention to Qa'Ra who was hucking his wares. However the Kajit only got 25 Septims for his hall and a sharp eye from the Proprietor, he pocketed it quietly.

As Ka-Vara walked down the steps of the The Sleeping Giant, Metosi was leaning against a rock eating an apple. As a child and dog ran past he said "This is a nice quiet place, if I was ever one to settle down. Though some more Elvin architecture improvements would be necessary."
@Alina13 Word
Death was now a strange concept to Elizabeth. Before she was distraught by the idea of death, one existing then not. But today she was calm, and that calmness made her feel strange. Almost as through she should be upset by the sudden passing of her music teacher. She was looking forward to her music class this afternoon, but now he was dead and classes tentative to be cancelled. He was found dead in his classroom by the janitorial class, police and the coroner called to make the passing official.

Elizabeth sat at the back of her class by the window as the teacher broke news to the class and the students made their grief and sadness known. Feeling that strange calm she looked out the window and saw a brown haired girl walk up to a lone willow tree that sat in the middle of the schools side yard and sit. Elizabeth recognised the girl as a senior, Oddessa was her name? She was crying, then reached in her bag and pulled out a tape player.

Something was strange though, Oddessa jerked while rooting though the bag, Elizabeth felt something radiating from the bag. A feeling, a very familiar feeling. That feeling faded the moment Oddessa zipped the bag closed. A small smile came across Elizabeth’s face if only for an instant. No one saw, few rarely took notice of her.
@Eklispe Actions: Examine items, (+2 blue die)

Appraisal check required: (2 green and 2 blue vs 2 purple)= ssst= Triple success with a threat

@rush99999 Actions: Look for work.

No check required.

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Looking over his treasures in the sunlight, Shinon saw that the necromancers trinkets where just that, trinkets. Each one of no real value but in whole their value would equal around 25gp.

The blond Breton woman looked Ka-Vara over slowly. "Unfortunately there is no work here that would be worthy of someone of your trade. Just simple Currier jobs and little tasks to keep the town gossip flowing. If you are looking for work, Id suggest heading to Whiterun. There the Holds needs are more readily tended to. Occasionally the Yarls men would drop off a bounty letter or notice, but I have not seen one in a few weeks." She brought up a flask of mead. "You thirsty? Two glasses a Septum."
Your brutes @Airalin. Now your poor poor brother is roped into this and you get the first kill.
@Eklispe@rush99999

Yes. All stats are restored when you rested (typically reset your stats if you go to sleep or rest for a good period of time. If you receive a critical hit and receive a critical injury effect, that needs to be healed with magic or medical care to be removed.


The bunker was cold, yet much dryer than the shower taking place outside. Elizabeth looked down the deprecated stairwell with a frown. She did not enjoy the dark and damp of underground, with the creepy crawlies. Then she heard a noise. The sound of several sound men laughing and yelling, coming her way. They must be coming to the bunker for shelter, or some kind of nefarious means. She did not want to know who it was or what they where up to, especially alone. The darkness seemed more preferable than dealing with who ever was coming.

Taking a flashlight from her bag she started stepping down into the dark. She reached the bottom and scanned the room with light. Occult symbols, Ruse slurs, phone numbers, and some highly inappropriate drawings covered the walls, on the far side was an open doorway. Something called to her.

She did not know what it was. She could not hear it, but it spoke to her. She could not see it, but she knew it vague image. She walked through the door and down another flight of steps. She herd voices behind her. Sound of men talking, teasing to whom would go down the stairwell. She continued on, spellbound....

She woke up from her haze, she looked around. She was in a strange room, She could not hear any noise except dripping water. She panned her flashlight around and froze. The skull was looking right at her. A human skull, its body laid out, its hand over its chest. After a few moments she moved the light, another, then another. Five in all. All laying as if in agony. Elizabeth started to hyper ventilate, swinging the light around again and then stopped.

The book laid on a makeshift stone alter. On one side of it was a silver cup, and on the other a long burned out candle. The book itself was pitch black, with an ominous yet unidentifiable symbol on the front cover. She picked it up slowly and leafed through its pages. Its slightly blood-red pages where empty, except the last pages of the book. There written in fine white text upon back thick paper was a long multi page list. Or at least Elizabeth though it as a list. Its letters where strange and twisted, unreadable to her.

She felt something behind her. Swinging and shining her light, nothing, just an empty doorway. She suddenly realised she might be lost. She walked to the door way and looked out. Nothing but a long and dark hallway with branching doors and halls. She was lost. Was she going to die? She started to panic when she saw a flowing robe move at the end of the hall. Instead of terror, she felt comforted and followed it. Weaving through the maze-like bunker she followed the robe, always just around the next corner. Soon she was at the stairwell, sunlight could be seen far up. She caustically made her way up, slipping the book into her bag.

The outer bunker was empty, the boys where gone but the smell of cannabis was in the air. She looked down the bunker one last time and quickly ran home over the wet ground.
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