MacabreFox

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

"That's an easy way to put it. Fräulein Von Goethe might give us some trouble at the luncheon. She's awfully nosy for a woman. Her husband on the other hand is more lax, and openly invited us after Shay here, told him that he specialized in Egyptian expeditions." said Vera. She placed her elbows on the table and crossed her forearms, and leaning forward in her seat, narrowed her eyes at her brother, like a dog smelling a corpse.

"What's with the queer look, eh?" Sam asked. He could hardly tell what his sister had in mind nowadays.

"Silas is up to no good. Lobbing snow balls at unsuspecting people having a nice chat in their car." She said.

"What? Did he give you a good spook or something?"

"Nearly gave us both a heart attack. Maybe you should tell the little bugger to skip out on packing ice in those snowballs, almost broke the bloody windshield." She relaxed her posture, and reclined back in her chair. "So what was so urgent that you felt the need to call Shay and I away from the White Star so early? We were having a grand ol' time, time we needed to make our appearances look truthful. Deception is a hard game to play when you're being whisked away at the drop of a hat."

"Two things. First, Shay, thought I'd let you know that old man Leonard down at the Stitchery, has apologized for his insincere words to you and my sister. He'll be paying us dues. I've spoken with Kirby, and the boys. They say, that if things go well with this mark, they'll give you a percentage from his payments, for your trouble at having to put up with such an unsavory fellow. Second, Vera, I put in your word of resignation with that jeweler of yours."

"What?! What do you mean you put in my letter of resignation?" She demanded as she rose out of her chair in anger.

"Like I said, I put in your letter of resignation. Now sit down," here he waved his hand for her to cool her fiery disposition. She reluctantly sat down, but some would say they could see steam pouring out of her ears. "It's not safe. The Adders, they know you're out of prison, and they want your head, and mine. I've taken the liberty of finding you a new place. Last night, there were four Adders waiting around the block, each were packing guns, couldn't say what kind in the darkness, maybe shotguns. Point being," Sam turned his calculated gaze towards Shay, "I cannot thank you enough for looking after my sister. Had she gone home last night, she probably wouldn't be sitting here before us right this very second. Whenever you're ready," Sam pushed a slip of paper towards Shay and Vera, on it, scrawled in cursive writing bore the address for Vera's new accomodations.

"How am I suppose to pay for this, eh?" She protested angrily. Vera liked her little attic flat, and despised the idea of having to move elsewhere just because a few bloody Adders thought they could scare her away.

"Vera... You're with the Roughers now, Tommy has taken the courtesy of paying up for 4 months in advance. You'll make more money than you can dream working for us, especially the jobs we'll need you for. There's already talk of another job, if you succeed in the case of the Von Goethe's." He reached for a carton of cigarettes in the pocket of his jacket, and lit one in his mouth with a strike match. Thick white smoke filled the air as he reclined in his chair eyeing the two of them. Something had changed, but he couldn't place it.

"Fine." She sniffed, as if pained by the idea still.

"Right, so Shay, whenever you can, take my sister to her new place. Make sure no one is lurking about that looks like the unsavory type, hm?" Here he took a rather long drag of his cigarette, the ash growing with the deep inhale, before the smoke blew out of his nostrils like a bull.

"When is your luncheon with the Von Goethe's?" He had almost forgotten the most important thing.

"Today's the 28th? On the 1st, it's this Friday."

"Good. Keep the car until then, Mick. If there's anything you need, let me or the fellas know, we'll make sure everything is done proper. And remember, this luncheon, is for gathering information only, so no plundering until they are out of the house. Can't risk having you both identified."

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Was it made awhile ago? Cuz' I haven't seen it the past 20 pages since I joined.

@POOHEAD189

Maybe check the first page of the OoC?

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We made a Skype channel that 4 people joined, so why would anyone give a crap about Discord?

@Dervish

And I haz no Skype. Iz why I not join. ):

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

To bring their time at the White Star to an end crushed Vera's heart. She had so badly wanted to say and dance another song or two with Shay, yet, he was right. They were here to keep up appearances for as long as necessary, and they had done just that. If the Von Goethe's were watching the pair, their intimate dance would certainly quell the Fraulein's nosy nature as to whether or not they were engaged. For Vera, she had no desire to leave, but as Shay mentioned in a rather sorrowful tone, Sam did await for their return back at the Tawdry. Surrounded by such grandeur of the extravagant club would be a lasting memory in her mind for many years to come, and especially the dance she shared with Shay.

After the valet was fetched, and the car brought around, she relished in the warmth of her wool coat, and found herself sitting slightly closer to Shay on the ride to the pub. Albeit, the ride itself held little conversation, nothing more than a comment on the weather. As the Peugeot slowed to a halt outside the pub, Shay switched off the engine, and neither of them seemingly made any move to exit the vehicle. The silence that hung between them, like a veil of sorrow as to the evening's end was interrupted when he broke the awkward tension. His words were heartfelt, she could hear every feeling of empathy in his words, and yet, she remained still, gazing at him steadily, studying his behavior, how his head hung, his blue eyes cast downward. Did he anticipate rejection? More importantly, all matters aside, how did she feel?

"Shay...," She shifted nervously on the bench, and positioned herself at an angle so that she could look at him directly, "this is hard for me to say, so you must try and understand."

"In all my life, I have never loved any man. I simply never had the time to, nor felt any connection with any one person," she searched desperately for the right words to say, for there were many things she wanted to say. "I see what love looks like on the folks at the Tawdry, I see how they hold one another close, how they stare longedly into each other's eyes, and I often thought them foolish for their actions."

"Perhaps I've held a high standard for a peculiar man, unbeknownst to myself, of what constitutes as a proper partner, but...," here her words softened, and she raised her hand to gently caress Shay's cheek, only to let it fall away again after a moment, "I will say this. I've watched you, being the barmaid and whatnot, for a long while, as I watch everyone. There is something in your nature, your very essence of a human being, that has made me... trust in you. Even just last night, I did not think for one moment that any harm would befall me in your care. And that just goes to show, your values as a human being. You make me feel safe, for once in my life. I needn't have the notion to look over my shoulder every few seconds, for you have shown me, since I learned it was you on that rooftop, nigh upon a week ago now that you saved my life from imminent danger, that you are a man I can trust." As she spoke, there was a curious gleam in her eyes, one of a genteel nature, and certain softness.

"Tonight was wonderful. Please know, that I too, share these same emotions. I am glad that I can bring you some peace to a world like this."

WHAM!

Starting with a cry, Vera turned to look out the window, and noted a rather large snowball had been lobbed at the car. Up came strolling Silas and Matthew grinning from ear-to-ear. The juveniles had many more snowballs ready in their hands when Silas knocked the passenger window. "Oi, lovebirds, Sam's been waiting for you both." With a devilish grin and a mocking wink, Silas and Matthew bolted after three other children close to their age, also armed with snowballs despite the approaching darkness.

With a relieved sigh, Vera grinned, all color washed from her face save for the stark red of her lips, she had received a good fright from the two street rats. "Well... Whenever you're ready then?" She offered, nodding her head to the welcoming glow of the pubs entrance, though she remained where she was in case he had anything to add further.

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So I was looking through the Skyrim Workshop and found this little gem:

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10/10 best mod in dreamsleeve

@Frizan

Mace of Molag Ballsack

@gcold Can we please have this as a rumored weapon floating around in-game?

Kidding, but @Frizan, thanks for the much needed laugh ;^3^;

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

Miraculously, Vera found the ability to lead the both of them in a slow dance, much like an easy two-step, and he managed to avoid stepping on her toes, and she his. While her nerves were strained to their maximum limit, and her heart pounded like a war-drum, she couldn't help but notice how Shay hardly ever broke his gaze, in most cases, she would have felt...anxious, or nervous, but there was something different about him, one that allowed her to feel more at ease in his presence. Was it the fact that he was everything she had imagined in a gentleman? Good-natured, courteous, witty, humble, and kind? Or was it the fact that he had practically saved her life that night almost a week ago now? Whatever it was that made her feel that way inside, she had to admit, that as they moved across the dance floor in a fluid manner, she didn't want this feeling to end. Sam's need to speak with her could wait, because for once, she wasn't serving the rowdy patrons of the Tawdry, and as a rare opportune moment such as this, she wouldn't let it go so easily.

Soft vibrations from the saxophones, and the even softer notes of the piano keys lulled her into a romantic mood, or at least the atmosphere certainly denoted one of such nature. When Shay spoke, she snapped out of the reverie that had ensnared her, and listened to his words. Unlike before they had taken to the dance floor, Shay's words were not hurried, though perhaps a bit hesitant this time around.

Her eyes widened in surprise, to hear him thanking her sounded odd. Then again, they had thanked one another quite frequently during the past days. Yet as she gazed back at him, searching his own cool blue eyes for a sign of deceit, she found none, it was a genuine statement. A warm smile came over her as she replied, "There's no need to thank me." Moving so close together, provided with the solace of the gentle music, she hadn't need to raise her voice higher than a whisper.

"I think... I needed this too."

Rather unexpectedly, the arm she had curled around the exterior of his suit jacket, tightened, or rather, unseemingly pulled him in a little closer to her. While Vera did not notice right away, she became aware of his scent, whether he wore cologne, or the smell of his aftershave, perhaps even the smell of the suit, she could not tell which, lured her in. Like Hades to Peresphone. Now, instead of holding his hand in hers, her fingers wound themselves in between each of his, until their hands were clasped together.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

Howdy, folks. Long time no see.

I am sorry

I do not have the words possible to express my sorrow and apology for my absence and the disruptions it may have caused, though briefness is something I wish to employ here. School and life were the focuses for a while, and at some points it was simply a matter of anxiety flaring up and rendering me useless.

Should it be at all possible for forgiveness and welcome to exist, I would like to return to the roleplay as soon as effectively possible.

That being said, it is understandable if there is sourness about my name due to the unannounced absence from before. I can only promise to give warning and keep to my word on these matters for the future.

@PhoenixWhite

I think it would be safe to say, that we would all be happy to have you back here with us, and for you to resume under your characters (: I'm glad that life has settled down enough for you. We all understand, because stress, anxiety, physical health, and of course, all forms of IRL matters occur.

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Team Falmer blasting off again!

@MacabreFox, not sure poetry or rap.

@gcold

I just now noticed this as well xD a little bit of both perhaps? Y'know, Leif's always wanted to be a bard, maybe his subconscious attempt at trying to weasel in some poetry while keeping it real...

Will fix this though! No more poetic-rap battle for Leif!

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No problem. I'm gonna get a short Keegan piece in too. Dervs should be moving us very soon.

@gcold

Alrighty, I left my post open-ended in a way, so if there are any more Falmer or Chaurus, you can add them in.

As I have it now, Tsleeixth and Sevine have finished off the last three Falmer archers. Although, I didn't write how Tsleeixth would take care of his Falmer @Mortarion, in case you wanted to get in a piece for our Argonian friend.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Before she had the chance to warn Sagax, much less scold him on the ignorant idea of rushing past the safety of the front line to pursue the archer that had struck down Leif, the scrawny Imperial came crawling back, more or less, with his own falmer arrow lodged in the muscles of his forearm. At least he took care of the archer, but for his sake, like Leif, she prayed that the arrowhead didn't have a coating of poison to make matters worse. However, as a string of profanities exited from an injured Sagax, surprise overcame her, forcing her to cast a quizzical glance in his general direction. Such profane words to be heard slipping out of his past certainly caused a raise brow, for he himself, was a soft-spoken fellow, one that she never quite expected to swear so much. Then again, he just finished wrenching out the arrowhead from his arm, so she couldn't quite judge him. Keeping an amused smile hidden from Sagax behind the rim of the shield, she spotted a familiar figure, make that two, responding to her call for arms. Roze vanquished another Falmer archer as it emitted a strangle gargle, one that sounded all too familiar like that of an arrow finding their foe's trachea.

"Don't worry boys - us women will protect you." Roze's witty remarks, and her playful wink brought a grin finally, to Sevine's lips.

" 'Course we will, after all, some of you are thick in the skull, and need a woman's touch around here." Sevine returned with her own sly smile.

Then, in such circumstances as this, Tsleeixth the Argonian, made his way to the front line with them, he inquired after Roze, to keep the archer's distracted so that he could take them out. He soon slithered, wait, no. Slunk. Slunk off into the black shadows of the cave, Roze kept what archer's she could distracted, giving their lizard friend time to work his destruction. However, even as Sevine could hear, he must have stepped on something, bones or broken pottery, it was hard to tell in the inky abyss, this in return elicited the attention of the distracted Falmer to turn on Tsleeixth, their ears easily discovering his location. Swearing under her breath, Sevine turned to Roze and barked an order.

"Cover me!" Then she sprang off again, axe and shield readied as she disappeared into the edges of the darkness.

Leaving behind the last traces of the torch and magelight, Sevine entered a world in which she found the handle of both her shield and axe slick with sweat. With slow cautious steps, she closed one eye, keeping the other open, and when a few moments passed, opened the other; a trick Ralki the Bear taught their company when entering dark areas. Granted, it didn't give her night vision like her fellow Khajiits, it certainly didn't leave her blind as she entered the shadows. Soon, she could discern the outlines of the three Falmer and Tsleeixth engaged in battle. As leather boots crept towards his attackers, hesitant for alerting them to her presence, Sevine sheathed her axe and reached for her dagger, knowing that she could strike Tsleeixth on accident in the blinding pitch-black corners. She even went so far as to set her shield down with the same care on the ground, entering close-quarter combat again, the use of her shield would only hinder her movements. The ebony shadows unnerved her, leaving her feeling as blind as a newborn kitten, she could barely tolerate the surrounding darkness, yet a gust of wind near her face brought her back to reality. She had narrowly missed bumping into a Falmer intent on finishing off their lizard companion. Her free hand darted forward, searching the empty air until she found what she sought,and grasped firm, the shoulder of the Falmer, who then squealed, and alerted the others to her presence. Though short-lived, the squeal ended as she drove the dagger into its skull, resounding with a thickening pop as she drew the blade out again.

"Tsleeixth! Get back to the front lines!" She growled, her voice echoing in a menacing fashion off the rocky walls. One of the mages had made their way to the front, and sent off a ball of magelight, where it soon illuminated the area around them in a blue-green hue. They now had light to finish off the Falmer, and Sevine found herself engaged in the throes of battle again with the second Snow Mer, leaving Tsleeixth to deal with his own, at least he was no longer outnumbered. Without the use of her shield, Sevine was left exposed to any oncoming blows, and couldn certainly kill her. Lurching at her, falmer and huntress toppled to the ground where they grappled to gain control over the other. Sharp fangs gnashed in anger as the mer held her down with shocking strength, she had dropped her dagger in the fray, and was now left in an even more vulnerable state. Grunting with each struggle, she managed in one surge of strength, to overthrow the Falmer with a firm boot to the chest. With a pained screech, the Falmer hit the wall, and lay motionless for several seconds, giving her enough time to stumble to her feet.

However, it was not for long, before the mer sprang at her again, knocking her back to the ground in a desperate state to finish her off. They rolled across the cave floor, each with their hands coiled about the other's throat, trying in a vain attempt to smother the life force out. The lack of oxygen to her brain made the huntress weary and sluggish, a fog descended upon her, and she realized that she would soon lose consciousness. Fighting to stay awake, to stay alive, and not to succumb to the Falmer seated atop her, she reluctantly let one hand go, off her chokehold, and mustered what strength she had left, though quickly dissipating, and socked the Falmer as hard as she could in the temple. Disoriented, and in a split second, the Falmer loosened its grip around her own throat, letting precious oxygen to travel up to her brain. The last hand curled, tightly still, around her opponent's throat, with her free hand she grasped for anything that might serve as a weapon. It was then, that she found a decent-sized rock, and snatched it up before the opportunity disappeared. The Falmer had seemingly recovered from the punch to the temple, and resumed its snarling disposition, along with a renewed vigor to choke the very life out of her. Turning her torso, rock in hand, Sevine and the cave mer rolled again, this time she ended up on top. With the chance to kill the Falmer, Sevine did not waste a second, and began clubbing the Falmer with the rock, and even when the Falmer had succumbed to its head wounds, she continued to beat the creature until she was certain that it would not move ever again.

Rising to her feet, Sevine looked for Tsleeixth, and found him finishing off his own Falmer. Sweat and blood stung her eyes as she hastily wiped them away. As the magelight lingered, she could not find any other foes in the recesses of the shadows that lay beyond. Yet, that of course, did not mean that there weren't more of them, lurking in those shadowy depths, waiting for the opportune time to spring another attack. Allowing Tsleeixth to deliver the killing blows to his own opponent, Sevine retreated with heavy footsteps to the safety of the front line after recovering her shield and displaced dagger. A shaking hand touched her throat gingerly, and she winced in pain, she knew the area where the Falmer's clawed hands had choked her would leave a bruise.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

If you guys don't mind, I'm going to get a small post up in response to Roze and Tsleeixth coming into the scene.