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The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

Gotta ask before I start - what is the guard armor like? If they're just padded overcoats, okay, but I struggle seeing Finch being able to carry all that weight around if there was actual metal armor in it. He's also small, would there even be an outfit to fit him?

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I might need somebody to help me make magic happen.

Eh? Eh?!

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What I've been doing is writing a PM conversation to myself on RPG and editing the post whenever I need to.

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Well, movealong post happening later today when I get off work. Sorry I'm late.

@Leidenschaft

We assure you, the consequences for your shortcomings in this task will be suitably dire for this measure of failure.

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As a side note, everyone should get ESO and make their characters. We can start a guild!

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Having a plan to fall back on should a fight break out is good, yes, but if it ever comes to that we've already kinda failed the mission. Unless one of us miraculously manages to slip through the chaos unnoticed and springs the lord when the castle is distracted.

Though I guess Camlorn will find that out that the Shornhelm lord was behind it eventually and try to do something about it. We might get a civil war for all we know.

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I can imagine Brynn or Finch picking him out of the crowd, both of them are typically suspicious of everyone anyway, and they're sort of all about that scene. Sure, we're all criminals, but those two especially have made a life of crime/street-living.

Or even Cyrendil. He's the closest thing to a law enforcement officer we have.

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@Spoopy ScaryLittle did he know. He is the one to backstab them. Thieves reflexes and all that!

@Hellis

Ya gotta get 'em first.

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Finch thinks they're all gonna backstab him eventually. What can you do?

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Old Blood-Red had taken charge of the party - good on him too, lest the whole group be as disorganized and aimless as a herd of cats. No one truly liked one another yet, Finch thought, so no one really wanted to follow each other's orders. Finch was more passive than the rest of the lot, as content as he to let life just pass him by. The once bandit shepherded them onward with expert leadership, and when they stopped at a stretch of farmland, his "experience" shone through. Indeed, perhaps it was negotiated diplomaticly, but the family was strong armed in actuality. While it consolidated his initial thoughts of Brynn, never once had it occurred to Finch to take the family's side. With this much land, they had gold to spare. Finch naturally thought the worst of them as greedy landowners who wouldn't shed a glance at Tamriel's weakest and vulnerable. Finch, while his alliance tentative, at least had friends in all corners of the world. Whether he met them before or not, they were comrades in rags.

There was no such understanding between Finch and the farmers, so he spared no second thought to them as they would do in kind.

Now they had gold, and the alchemist was kept busy treating Fiona, the Bone Knight, and the Hand of Mauloch. Next stop: Camlorn.

...

When the grand city came into sight, Finch was almost shaking. He wasn't certain if it was out of excitement or anxiety; after all, they were finally here and we're so close to completing their mission, but this was also where the real danger arrived. The hanging men outside of the gates were also called concerning. Was this a popular place for bounties? Would this lot have such bounties on their heads? It wasn't as though they avoided their fair share of troubles. Despite these troubles, there was yet another reason Finch shook with excitement: nice, fancy inns. If any of the group would look over, they might have even noticed his eagerness. It was extra peculiar when considering that Finch has been apparently bitter and timid and pessimistic since Meir Thorvale... but now, Finch had septims.

He seemingly disappeared when the group took their table. Finch had made his way through the crowd and gone upstairs to one of the rooms with his knapsack in tow. There, he unfolded the handkerchief and his eyes traveled to a basin and some buckets of water, coupled with soap bars made from lavender and horker fat.

Several minutes later during Brynn's and Cedric's conversation and debate, their plotting, and Gaela's and Faruq's input, the young imperial paced down the stairs. Slightly timid, almost uncomfortable in this feeling of new skin, but at the same time, clearly more confident than he ever seemed to be during the whole time traveling with the group. But his attitude was not the first thing anyone would notice. No, the dirt that seemed to be rubbed into his skin, head to toe, that was cleansed. Black, oily and knotted hair - cleaned and combed, still hanging down and wet, though thin braids were hanging intermittently over the left side of his hair. The tan imperial skin was easier to distinguish now that there was no dried mud on him. The clothes he wore were the same set he grabbed from the Meir Thorvale barracks. It was baggy on him, but it was nothing that no braided string couldn't save as he tied it around his waist to keep the breeches up. He still wore the old sandals.

Finch could come up with a number of reasons why he would clean up: if he had a bounty on his head, he'd no longer match the profile. He could more easily access the castle, no longer looking like a beggar. But there's little doubt in anyone's mind that he was itching (probably literally!) for a proper bath and clean set of clothes for ages. River water only did so much glory for so long.

He looked down at the group at the table rather shyly as he nodded his head in greeting.

"Hi... how's the game plan coming along? I still have that wine if it could be of any use."