POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Ah, I getcha. Might want to explain it thoroughly in IC then. Though I'll say that it wouldn't be too effective, though definitely moreso than a regular blade. It did seem your charrie was talking about liquid metal haha.@Tangletail

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

@POOHEAD189 I spoke with Dervs and he said that he wanted to keep our collab between the two of us, but that he would be willing to collab with you after.

@MacabreFox

Awesome^^. Y'all collab while I make a post with Mort, and then we can see where people are after :)

@Mortarion You want your charrie to approach Dax?

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

@DervishIf you and Fox want to collab at some point, I'd be up for that. @Mortarion too, if Tsleeixth has no other plans.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@TangletailRoze asks me about lore before she posts via PM. I never mentioned there was a 'Silver Oil' though I suppose you're getting that from the Witcher.

Also, I don't mind your guy having met a Vampire or two, but they're never common anywhere.

However yes, forging Silver into a blade will make it softer.

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

Harbingers of Ruin

The winds of the cold North flow into the valleys of the marches, chilling the mortals to their very bone. It is a warning. A prelude to what is to come. The dead stir as the barbarians march to war upon the civilized world. Demons are summoned in dark rituals within the very bastion of humanity itself, and old secrets that are better left undisturbed are re-awoken. Yet this is only the beginning. A prelude to the ruination of the world. For the time of growth has long since passed. It is the time of Kings and Heroes. The age of Ruin has come...

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The tune of the Kaelic penny whistle flowed whimsically in contrast to the beat of the Bodhrán, setting a jaunty mood among the weary travelers. It was a fortnight through the wilderness from the closest city of Andred, and a trek through the mountains for hundreds of miles east or west from anywhere else. The music could be heard sloping down Umber's Cairn to newcomers, bringing a merry hope to their spirits.

"At last," many spoke as they halted, gazing up at the plateau that overlooked the Northern Marches. "Umber's Cairn!"

A rough bit of rocks that looked suspiciously like carved steps led upwards from the southern curve of the slope toward the Cairn proper. Mountains towered about them from left to right, and on a clear day with a keen eye, you could even see the Dragonback Mountains to the far north in the far distance. As of now, the day was bright but cloudy, with huge birds of prey lazily floating in the sky down the valley.

The music was lively and merry, being played by two common men with their rolled up sleeves. They wore green and blue tunics, stained from travel. All about, roughly hewed rocks and sturdy logs were set about for people to rest upon. In the center of the Cairn was a firepit that was unused as the day was still about noon. Contrasting the tales of the Marches' infamous cold, the sun gave a warmth to the outpost.

Still, despite the upbeat music and the sun's welcome face, many people about kept to themselves and their own groups. Three black leather Darkslayers discussed a matter among themselves near the peak of the rise while a scarred Drabarian Warrior of savage proportions strode into the clearing, looking about slowly as if it were a beast sniffing the air. Near the northern edge of the Cairn, merchants plied their wares.

A trapper sold furs and salted meat for travelers left of a burly tradesman who offered low price metal tools to wield or craft with. There was even a small bloomery and Anvil to repair your armor and equipment just right of the smith. To the east, a caramel skinned woman sat upon a bright red carpet and offered to read fortunes, as well as providing the answers to a traveler's mystical curiosities.

Opposite of her was a fair skinned lass with brown hair, tied in a tail that swept about her shoulder. She had on the robes of the Galena priesthood, with a sturdy belt of various enclosed flasks and sacks strapped to it. She prayed above a kneeling Knight, placing her hand upon his brow and blessing him to give peace to his troubled mind.

Near the firepit, two Dwarves sat and smoked pipes. They were curious looking fellows. One was bare chested and covered in blue woad tattoos, with a straw colored mohawk cresting his head. He only had one arm by the looks of it, and a mad look to his eye. The other Dwarf was tall and slim for one of his kind (though still far more short and burly than a man) wearing exquisite chainmail and sharpening a broadsword that looked like a twin bladed butcher's cleaver.

The wind picked up, flowing hair and clothing lightly as the clouds passed overhead in slow waves. The newest batch of travelers were just making their way up the carved steps at the base of the Cairn.

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@IcePezz@LadyTabris@BurningCold@Mortarion@Graviloquence@MiddleEarthRoze

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

An Argonian's Perspective

Daixanos wasn't against Keegan's logic. Only his supposed cowardice. He had a feeling that Keegan's lack of determination in the conflict might have caused the death of some of the Braves. Dax lamented he couldn't be everywhere at once to give support. The Argonian winced at the sharp pain in his side, and it was a reminder he'd done his best. Hist help him, he'd tried.

Still, it took the entire party moving forward for Dax to start moving as well. It was quite a hard thing not to turn about and take a few Kamal's down, even if he knew it would spell his doom. With a grunt, he loped forward to the fore of the group with his hunting bow at the ready. Dax kept his shoulders square and his head up, gazing to and fro to make sure they were not being pursued.

The two days of trudging was dull and dreary. The wilderness and endless steps were taking its toll on his companions, he could tell. Daixanos was feeling quite the opposite. The Argonian was used to such wordless and hostile travels. Sevine was no less of a Hunter than he, but his stoicism and his Argonian regeneration helped him to remain somewhat more healthy for the time being. He could feel the scarred wound in his side and shoulder, now only aching echos of their original pain.

Admittedly though, he was glad they made it to Fort Fellhammer when they did. The mines he didn't mind sleeping in, keeping first watch out of habit, even if they were within a safe place. He did manage to find some sleep later on. It cleared his mind for what he would need to deal with the following day. It seemed there were far more domestic problems than he had imagined. Yes, his people were always treated harshly, but this was different.

It was when he was met with his fellow Argonians that he realized his recurring nightmares were perhaps not nightmares at all. What truly beset his homeland? He did not wish to leave his newfound companions, but his kinship to them was a far cry to his allegiance to the Hist and his true brethren. He gave the Argonian priest a look of understanding. "I have much to think." He said, and made his way into Dawnstar.

Dax was nothing if not introspective. It was contrast to his decisive, predatory nature. Long it took before he made a decision, and yet he so often moved on pure instinct. He wished he had the answer now, though deep in his heart he knew that his time in Skyrim was coming to an end. Although...

The muscled hunter found himself on the sidelines of a fight he did not see coming. It seemed that the Nord had a problem with Do'Karth and Sevine. What was the Nord's name again? He'd seen him before, but only briefly. His actions were brutish and unthinking, like a dying animal in its last throes of life. Only this one seemed to be pained from within. Was he infatuated with Sevine? Dax found that he truly did not care. What he did care about was a fellow hunter's honor, as well as Do'Karth's, surprisingly enough.

The Khajiit had healed Daixanos, after all. Dax felt a certain thanks to him for that. And so he waited, and watched the ensuing conflict. It was not his place to interrupt a duel of honor, and even if neither knew it, this was clearly for Sevine's honor. The Argonian rested his hands on his BattleAxe as the two fought, tooth and claw. It was quite the display. The Nord was no slouch, as Dax expected. Do'Karth surprised him, though. He had not known the Khajiit was a true fighter. He used his claws with an accuracy that Daixanos appreciated within his own skill set.

Once the fight was over, he found he had enjoyed watching. He was not one to applaud, though he surely would have. The Argonian appreciated a good bout, regardless of emotions or personal feelings. Speaking of which, D'Karth and Sevine embraced, hinting to Dax his original thought was correct. This had been about Sevine.

Dax wasn't stupid, but he had a difficult time with social cues after having lived on his own for years and years on end. Still, he knew a tender moment when he saw one and did not approach Do'Karth or Sevine for the initial moments of their reunion after the fight. He would offer congratulations when he could, however. Afterwards, he would speak with Tsleeixth. Dax was certain they had things to discuss.

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

@MacabreFoxOooh I was confused. I thought you were typing a Sevine collab with Scout and Peik. I didn't know if Sevine walked off and did stuff with them while Dax says one or two things, was my concern XD.

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

@Peik@MacabreFox@Scout I am juuust typing up a post with Dax and was going to have him approach Do'Karth and Sevine. Should I make sure that doesn't happen with y'alls collab going on?

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@JollanIf it was your net, then I'll give you another 2 days, my friend. So midnight between April 4th and 5th, if there's no post I need to let you go. But you couldn't help but be gone this time.

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

@IcePezz@LadyTabris@BurningCold@Mortarion@Graviloquence@MiddleEarthRoze
IC post coming tomorrow!