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Gray Wolf Inn


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North of the Imperial City in Cyrodiil is the Gray Wolf Inn. For years it has been a place for adventurers and travelers from all around Tamriel to meet up, share their stories and drink until dawn.


Just before dawn, the Breton innkeeper Anton Gordan saw the last visitor, a dunmer mercenary, leave the inn. When the dunmer had left, the inn was empty of people, besides of Anton. It was an odd experience that he barely ever experienced these days, since the Inn almost always had some visitors that either wanted to drink or to rent a room. Even if there was no visitors, his wife and children would usually be in the inn to help around, but now they where sleeping and Anton was all alone. Anton knew this piece wouldn't last for long though, since a new day was coming and it would bring new travelers to the Gray Wolf Inn.



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This post was last modified: October 8th 2012 10:35 AM by Asguard


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Shortly before daylight hours, a figure opened the door to the Gray Wolf Inn. The Khajiit observed the interior of the building, and only saw a Breton maintaining the bar. The Khajiit wore colorful shawls, clothing which at one point may have shown wealth and affluence. Now the colors were muted with age and wear, and patch work could be seen. She wore bracelets and earrings make of cheap metal, painted to look more valuable. Her boots were well worn, giving sign to the lengths she traveled on foot. Dark fur seemed only darker with the filth of outdoors staining her.

Quite simply, the figure known as Shivani looked the image of fortune turned sour. She felt inside her coin-purse to check her funds, and calculated she had enough for a bed, and a meal if frugal. She sat at the bar's bench and turned toward the Breton innkeeper.

"How much does this one charge for a room?" she rasped, her accent thick in her voice.

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Name: Shivani
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit (Suthay-Raht)
Age: 20
Class: Merchant/Trader
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"Welcome traveler! 10 golds will be enough." Answered Anton. He never hesitated to be social with his costumers, and this Khajiit seemed particularly interesting.

"What are you doing this far from Elsweyr?" he asked the Khajiit woman.


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Suddenly the door opened and a Nord emerged into the inn. A tall man with long blonde hair with a typical Nordic braid in it. Not a day older than twenty. Among a cloak he wore light, battered leather traveling gear with dirty leather boots and leather bracers, around his neck he wore some sort of ancient Nordic amulet with strange symbols on it. He had a shield on his back and a sword at his belt.

His adventurous eyes scanned the interior of the inn. Not many people in here, he thought, aside from that Khajiit. A Khajiit. He eyed her suspiciously. His last encounter with one of the cat race had ended in him loosing his coinpurse, with in it his saving from the past three years. "Hail!" he said as the young Nord walked towards the counter and purposely sitting two meters away from the Khajiit.

He ordered stew with bread and a pint of mead. Maybe I shouldn't be too quick to judge, he thought, though he still kept his hand on his coin purse under the counter.

He listened to what the Khajiit had to say to the bartenders question.
This post was last modified: October 5th 2012 08:11 AM by Beor of Skyrim


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Shivani reached inside her coin purse and placed the 10 gold on the counter. She considered the wisdom of speaking to the Breton, but figured him friendly enough.

"Khajiit hoped to find exotic wares in Skyrim, which would sell for more in her homeland. Ivory tusks are very valuable in Elsweyr." she explained.

Her ears twitched at the boisterous voice of the approaching Nord, but she reminded herself she would need to get used to such customs if she was to trade in Skyrim.

Seeing the Nord eat reminded her of her own hunger. Her travels made her a bit weary of wild game, so she asked "What food does this one sell?"
This post was last modified: October 5th 2012 05:45 AM by SisMeghan


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Name: Shivani
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit (Suthay-Raht)
Age: 20
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Anton looked at the nord who entered the inn. "Another adventurer" Anton thought. Anton had seen countless of his kind during his years at the inn: young adventurers seeking fortune in the imperial province. "Welcome!" Anton said to the nord as he was coming closer to the bar bench. Anton took the order and served him a pint of mead. "Your stew and bread will be ready soon" Anton told the nord.

Anton turned his head against the Khajiit as a sign that she had his attention. Her reply was somewhat surprising, but at the same time expected. When she asked what food they served he replied "We have grilled deer, stews, bread, salmon, chicken and a pie right now".


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She considered a bit, before requesting a pie. She looked to her side and observed the Nord a few seats away. Feeling a little daring, she also ordered mead. It is not her preferred drink, but it had a sweet taste that a Khajiit could appreciate; perhaps with another kind of sugar.

She had her own sugar of course, but she knew better than to add it to her food. This was not Elsweyr, after all.

Looking at the Nord, she was a little amused to see his hand on his waist. Did he hold coins or a weapon there? Shivani noted the amulet the Nord wore, and grew curious about it. "Greetings, stranger. That amulet has a strange beauty, would you share it's story with Khajiit?"
This post was last modified: October 5th 2012 09:45 AM by SisMeghan


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Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit (Suthay-Raht)
Age: 20
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Sitting in the back of the room surrounded by thick-smelling pipesmoke and a cozy silence, the aging breton leaned forward in his seat, wetting his lips with what seemed like anticipation.

"Well now," he spoke hoarsely before settling for a gentle smile. He pushed himself to his feet; feet wearing less-than-pretty, floppy travellling boots narrowedly brushed by the edges of a worn fur cloak that spotted many food stains. He gestured briefly at the meal he had just finished and bowed graciously at the man who attended the inn.

Eventually locking his gaze on Beor, he strode forward with a determined smile painting his worn visage. In a gentle, velvet tone he offered, "Hail, son of Skyrim. Might I sit and have a word with thee?"
This post was last modified: October 9th 2012 12:37 AM by Harlwystyr
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Meanwhile, a Tall Nord, fair skinned with big blue eyes and long light of brown hair enters the Inn. He approaches the bar, and asks, exhaustively to the barkeep, "A large mug of sweet honey mead, and a portion of stew if you would Barkeep". His muscular body had scars made from a wereboars claw while hunting as a child. His limbs also contain many smaller scars, but his face contain none. He had a decorated upper body of warrior tattoos, and a dragon, which is symbolic and given from his late father during a ceremony of manhood. They formed linear patterns and have been applied in blue ink and with the words 'Remember the Fallen' in dragon tongue across his chest. He had worn leather strides and boots that look to have had encountered many travels, and battles.

Swallowing his mead in one slow gulp, he finished with a relieved, and satisfied expression. He then turned to began conversation with the barkeep telling of his quest in seeking an ancient Nordic clan that his great ancestor once had the honor of fighting for, then paused to gently clutch a pendent hanging from his neck. "Another mug of that fine mead please barkeep" he said, smiling profusely, while extracting coin from his coin-purse.

Looking around the Inn, he spots another fellow Nord, giving him a friendly nod, and a solute with his mug before turning to his meal, devouring large portions at a time.
This post was last modified: October 8th 2012 04:57 AM by Ingvar the Fearless
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Anton smiled at the elderly breton when he bowed for Anton, and he was glad to have one of his own kin in the inn. He then returned to serve the other nord who had recently entered the inn. "Here, this mug's on the house!" said Anton as he handed the nord another mug of mead. "What's your name?" Anton asked the nord.


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Abisu would take a step foward into Gray Wolf Inn, he'd see a group of citizens. The air around him impregnated by the scent of their heavy and masculine scent of blood tore limbs, rising from his soft but rather long black robe his hand would raise out seeming to take a wave like motion as it had been directed toward Asguard; kilt and cape softly swaying in the evening breeze that had push its way through the cracks in the Ina's walls, black hair that flows over his shoulders like the dark waves of gleaming Thassa. Soft shimmer of the arising three moons of Gor streaming over his weapons, bathing them in a pool of silver light. As he reach the group of citizens he raises his chin majesticly, meeting gazes with a glance from his eyes, a deep red aura of pure Magika emitted itself from his eyes as the center would have be as dark as night at midnight, He lifts his right hand, palm inwards, precious rings, three with sereem diamonds red, sparkling, white flecked and two with opals one a common sort, milky in color, and the other an unusual flame opal, reddish and blue. A smirk crosses his curved lips, red and full like a sweet lharma-fruit, before he express himself, white teeth to greet with a delicate yet bitter nord accent. "Greetings, Asguard how is my fellow comrade handling himself this fine evening?" He stops in notion as he'd place a letter ontop of the table which Asguard had stand his index finger still press roughly against the letter as he'd stare at Asguard with a sense of understanding.
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A surprised expression formed on the Nords face from the kind gesture from Anton when reaching for the mug of mead. "Thank you!" he replied with kind expression as he takes mug to lip for a mouthful. Wiping his chin with his wrist from the smooth mead that lingered and licking his lips to savior taste. he said with a sense of proud anticipation to Anton "I am Aegvar the Fearless!" then taking another mouthful of the delicious mead to satisfy his thirst. "It's good to meet you" he said before attention turned to the Nord that approached the bar that just entered.

"I wonder where my adventure will take me next" Aegvar wondered to himself as he looked into the endless void that was his empty mug. With wondering eyes he fixed his sigh to an envelope that was placed on the bar table. Curious to what could it possibly be. he reached to his side for his coin purse. Placing 10 gold pieces on the table and gesturing Anton for a warm bed for the cold night ahead.
This post was last modified: October 8th 2012 12:37 PM by Ingvar the Fearless
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Abisu's eyes had focus on the nord known simply as Aegvar, his right palm had been place gentle against his skin as his right elbow layed down against the wooden table, his pupil had Inlarge as the red aura of Magika emitted from his eyes creep back to the comma as the comma it self took a white Appeal, he'd quote the nord "I am Aegvar the Fearless," his tounge coiled slowly over his lower lip as a dark aura of Magika emitted instelf from his left his lips parted for a husky yet settle sigh only to be cut short and a fine elegant tone emitted "Fearless you say? How can one be fearless? Death, Life, Love, Failure all these things you dare not fear, how common a fellow nord to think his is fearless, but when Oblivians door opens and a deadric curled his fingers around your eye to clam it as a prize you will not be fearless." A slight husky yet rough laugh escape his gentle lips as a smoke of black aura emitted from his lips each time he spoke
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Aegvar turns to Abisu's rough laugh. He faces Abisu and thought why Aegvars name and title amuses him. "Aegvar the Fearless, my name and title" Aegvar responded. “I know enough to know that all men fear death, It's a natural fear that consumes us all and Abisu is no exception.” Aegvar replied while gazing upon Abisu. "However" Aegvar said with a slight smile crossing his face while fixing his eye's on a point in front of him, as if looking into a void. "When you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before. You have conquered a great woman’s heart, a vulnerable thing that can be offered to another." He explained. His eyes again turn to Abisu. "Aegvar believes that love that is true and real creates a respite from death, and all cowardice comes from not loving and living well. Fear then creeps upon you, ever expanding till it consumes the soul" Aegvar explains further.

"Aegvar would not be siting hear if I feared death at the hands of a wereboar when hunting, for my trail of manhood". Pointing to the scares on his chest with his index finger. Aegvar lowers his hand towards his coin-purse to scrummage for another mug of mead and places them on the wooden table. He then turns to ask Abisu. "Would Abisu share a tale with Aegvar?"
This post was last modified: October 9th 2012 09:46 AM by Ingvar the Fearless
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The door fly's open, as if by a gust of wind. A small framed cloaked figure steps lightly over the threshold. Her eyes gaze over the room, she shakes the dust from her robes. A glimps of crimson eyes and dark smokey skin unveil her as a Dunmer as the torches bring light to her hooded face.

Darkening circles envelope her eyes, hair blue-black like a ravens feather, what once must have been beautiful limp and matted, she shuffles over to the fire and collapses in a chair. 'A quick meal' she thinks, 'and then sleep, oh sweet sweet sleep."
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