Sharmat

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

Arvela Favryn

The entourage could not have arrived at a better time. Arvela had become increasingly certain that a fight of some kind was about to break out just moments prior, but the sudden appearance of the elite soldiers defused the tension almost instantly. She was however shocked to see none other than the Emperor himself amongst the newcomers, his sudden appearance prompting a plethora of questions of their own. What was really going on? Who were the masked assailants, and why were they attacking? Then there was the matter of the incredible coincidence of her, of all people, being put in this very cell, of all places. Everything about it had a touch of destiny, and what was that He'd said? She could feel the hairs on her neck standing out just thinking about it. The one from my dreams...

She didn't know if he'd referred to her, but neither did she care. Azura was shining a light for her to follow, and Arvela would be damned if she didn't explore the path offered. Her gut told her there was danger involved, though. More so than before. Now, more than ever, she'd really like to have her weapon at hand. Arvelas gaze landed on the Blade who had offered them their freedom. He seemed a practical sort - a man of action, as it were. Perhaps he'd understand? Deciding it was worth the risk, she approached him slowly, making sure not to act or appear threatening in any way.

"Serjo, if I may" she said, trying to get his attention, "I want to help. I believe I can help in many ways, but alas my possessions have been taken from me. Would it be possible for me to collect them from the prison inventory? They would be of great aid, I have no doubt. I will be swift."

She held his gaze, her expression urgent but honest.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

Arvela Favryn

The situation was slowly but surely spiralling out of hand. There was a growing tension in the cell that made Arvelas senses sharpen, quietly preparing her for the inevitable release. The eccentric cackling of these eccentric people didn't help in the slightest, and the Dunmer wondered what she would do and how she would fare if it came down to hostilities. There were other magi in the cell, more than a few, and their capabilities were a worrying factor. She kept watching and waiting, her position unchanged, but the discerning observer could deduce she had tensed up.

As if to inflame her suspicion, she caught a glimpse of an Argonian eyeing her with a fury in his gaze. She didn't know what cause he had for hating her, but she earnestly didn't care. Rather, she made a note to keep him in the corner of her eye and to not let him get too close. If it came to blows, she'd solve him first. It was a pity she had been disarmed before ending up here. Arvela would have felt safer with that length of sharpened, enchanted steel at her hip. She made another note of studying conjuration magic more to learn how to bind weapons herself, without the aid of the blade. As it were, now, fire would have to do.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

Arvela Favryn

Leaning against the wall in the inner corner of the cell, Arvela was watching the crowd before her. A curious set of strangers they were, but she undoubtedly seemed strange to them in turn. She had her arms folded over her chest, her face a still mask of indifference, signaling a closed or reserved attitude - this usually helped with avoiding unwanted attention or interactions, she found. For all she knew, some of these n'wah were actual criminals and could possibly be dangerous. Some she recognized from the incident at the tavern, but not all. Best keep her wits about her.

Her gaze wandered to the walls and the ceiling, from which chains and manacles hung like macabre vines. The dungeons. She did not understand imprisonment as punishment. What use was it really? They took prisoners back home too, but not for offences. Political enemies, relatives of rivals, people of actual interest or leverage - these were worthy of imprisoning in Telvanni society. But rabble guilty of rowdy brawls in the street? Hardly. Better to just issue fines or corporeal punishment. Banish the bad ones and kill the worst outright. No point to this mockery of mercy. Mercy was after all the same as weakness, and a mockery of mercy even worse. Perhaps she'd understand, one day. She doubted it, though.

As alarming as the prospect of having to spend the entire night, or several, in the cell with these n'wah was, Arvela kept her calm. She knew what hunger felt like, and being exposed, and she knew it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Being hungry didn't kill you - not outright, at least. She could afford to wait. And while she waited, she would watch and listen. Who knew, maybe she'd learn something before the night was over?

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@Alfhedil Smashing intro! Let's go!

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@Spoopy Scary Nice character! I think Isai and Arvela will get along very well!

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This is turning into a nice big party! I'm excited to play with you guys!

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@Alfhedil Sure thing, I'll get on it!

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I changed the sex! Meet Arvela Favryn, instead!

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I just realized Tel Mora is a poor choice for my characters hometown, since Mistress Dratha hates men. It's change town or change sex. Decisions, decisions...

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@Alfhedil You n'wah! (Kidding, kidding!) 😉