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Westwind was a lively fishing village on the western shore of Cyrodiil, located north of Anvil and south of Rihad in Hammerfell. Westwind was quite famous for it's fisheries, and many young adventurers seeking fortune on the seas would often buy a ship in the village and begin their journey from there. Sea captains frequently held meetings in Westwind, and with them they brought both their crews and travelers. Ships from all over Tamriel came here to get/deliver shipments, and so this village was full of activity.

The village consisted of many parts. The docks, which also worked as the market, was the heart of the village. The Inn, The Thirsty Shark, was famous among captains and was the place where travelers usually came to rent a room. The old lighthouse in the northern part of the village was an impressing sight by village-standards, but it was seldom visited. In the southern end was the many fisheries that had put Westwind on the map. Outside the village were a few farms. On the cliff overlooking the town was a small chapel dedicated to Kynareth who would guide the sailors on the sea.



Felix Geminus was the local captain of the guards in Westwind. He was an imperial and had grown up as a farmer's boy in the region of Bravil, but with hard work and dedication he had worked his way to become a respected guard in Bravil. When he first received the offer to become guard captain in Westwind, he had refused the offer because he believed that the little village would be too tranquil. After some consideration, and after his captain strongly suggested Felix to accept the offer, he left for Westwind. He soon learned that it wasn't an easy task at all, considering the occasional pirate raids and thieves coming with the ships.

This morning Felix was overlooking a shipment that had just arrived from Stros M'kai. They had come to these ports a few hours earlier, and the caravan that was supposed to deliver the cargo to Kvatch was leaving at sunset. The redguard crew left for the inn while waiting for sunset, leaving only a few men to guard the ship. Felix felt satisfied that the redguards hadn't caused any trouble. He began patrolling the streets and was curious what this day would bring.



(OOC: This RP is set 100 years before the events of TESO.

This is an RP thread where you can be pretty much who ever you want to be. You can either be a traveler or captain arriving at Westwind, or you could be a person living in Westwind. Perhaps you want to be a blacksmith, guard, priest, innkeeper or maybe someone who operates the lighthouse? If you want to be a person living in Westwind, please send me a PM, otherwise feel free to have your character visit Westwind!)
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Ralon Wolf-Spirit stood upon the deck of his prized longship ''The Dawnrider'' and gazed at the horizon. They were close to the small hamlet of Westwind where he and his crew would stock up before heading back out doing what they did best. Saldir and the crew upon The Dawnrider was men of fortune, doing anything from mercenary work to pirating. As long as the coin was good and it involved a good scrap he would always accept the job.

While he stared at the sea and let his mind wander he let his hand wander up to his beard. He had put his thick salty beard into one big braid for a change instead of letting it hang free. The saltwater had made his hair and beard sticky and shaggy, he couldn't wait to get into a warm bath and eat something other than dried fish. He pulled his thick saltstained coat around him as the cold wind hit the ship once again.

'' I can't wait to sit in front of a warm fire and eat something fresh.'' He heard his First Mate Djurgir Sea-Born mutter as he approached Ralon standing in the bow.

'' Aye, but first we need to get some coin for the damned mammoth pelts stinking up the hold.'' Ralon answered and turned around to look upon his friend. Djurgir was the oldest crewman on the ship and he was the man Ralon trusted the most, like a brother. Unlike Ralon Djurgir preferred to shave his head and beard which made him stand out amongst the unkempt crew of The Dawnrider. But now after a few months on the hard sea even Djurgir spotted a red beard and a short, shaggy hairstyle.

''Westwind in sight Captain.'' A young Nord they picked up in Solitude called out over the wind.


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The salty air filled Felix's lungs as he patrolled the port. His hunger had been stilled by the piece of bread he just bought from a trader in the market, but his thirst was increasing constantly. While looking for someone with a bottle of water, he gazed upon the sea and saw a ship getting closer. From what he could see, it resembled a nordic longship. "Looks like we will have some visitors from the north" Felix said to a younger guard. "Get ready, another ship is coming." he shouted to some dockworkers that was taking a rest in the sun.

As the ship came closer, Felix saw that his prediction was right. He saw a nord with his beard in a braid and his posture told Felix that he was the captain. "Welcome to Westwind nords! What is your business here?" Felix asked the nord.


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Ralon chuckled as The Dawnrider drifted into the docks and his crew, together with the dock workers began to tie up the ship. He jumped down from the bow and landed in front of whom he presumed was the Captain of the Town Guard. Ralon offered the Guard his rough and dirty hand.

'' Captain Ralon Wolf-Spirit of The Dawnrider.'' He spoke and looked back at his crew who had begun to unload their cargo under the supervision of Djurgir Sea-Born. He had already sold the tusks of the mammoths to a Breton Merchant on the way down here and was now hoping to profit from the hides too.


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A great lumbering beast walked steadily ahead. The scaly creature was laden with supplies and cargo, its talons scraping the dirt road beneath it. This creature, a guar, was yoked by a figure slightly ahead of it. The guar gave some resistance, still being newly trained. The figure sighed. While guar were effective in their homeland of Morrowind, as well as in the deserts of her homeland Elsweyr, they proved difficult in the relatively tame roads of Cyrodiil.

But wealth was to be had here. Anvil and its surrounding ports were centers of wealth, few other ports could compare. While Senchal may have been larger once, it was now ravaged with crime and disease. Khajiit like herself were better off away from there, to better avoid the last of the Knahaten Flu.

The Khajiiti figure, known as Shivani, was of the common Suthay-Raht breed. She wore a colorful, tightly wrapped shirt known as a budi, as well as loosely fitted pants. Her leather boots were worn from their constant use. She was adorned with necklaces, bracelets, earrings; all for decorative purpose. Wrapped about her head was a colorful shawl, slightly hiding her face. On her back was a modest bow and a scarce number of arrows. She reminded herself that she should stock up on more once she arrived at Westwind.

Only a few miles away from Westwind Shivani came across a startling discovery. What appeared the remains of a caravan seemed pushed haphazardly into the brush, looted and devoid of bodies. It seemed this place was not to be as safe as she originally assumed. Perhaps it is best, she thought, that this gets reported.

But first, she thought, she needed to rest and unpack. She approached the stable and bartered on a price to keep the guar there. Then, with her supplies, she prepared to set up a stand at the market.


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Rodastyr watched the two different captains-of-profession meet and greet, smiling weakly to himself. He had been standing down by the docks for a while, his gaze locked on the far distance; south-west, he knew - towards the Summerset Isles. With a low grunt that could best be described as a barely uttered curse, he turned around once more to study the two, eventually beaming another, yet this time far more bright, smile.

Oh, if one had to interrupt a conversation, one should do it with purpose, heh.

A look that was soaked with determination painted his visage as he strolled towards the two, giving Felix a short nod. Although they had never met in person, Rodastyr had learnt from the townspeople that Felix Geminus was an overall well-liked captain of the guard; although some citizens always blamed some official figures for the tax-collecting, one might suppose.

"Ho there, Ralon Wolf-Spirit and Captain. Ye have my sincerest apology for interrupting, but it's not everyday Westwind gets visitors from the high north, so I thought I'd join in on the happy greeting, eh?" he offered with a sharp, yet somehow warm smile.
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Felix didn't hesitate to shake hands with the nord, although his hands where dirty. "Welcome Ralon! I can see that your crew is unloading wares. I assume you intend to trade these?" he asked the nord. In the corner of his eye he saw a breton giving him a nod, and Felix replied with a nod as well. Felix had seen the breton around the docks, but had never taken the time to converse with him. The breton came closer and joined the conversation between him and the nord.

"So, does this shipment come straight from Skyrim or have you stopped by in other docks before reaching Westwind?" Felix continued to asked the nord.


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Ralon grinned as the Captain shook his hand. This was one of the friendlier greetings he had recieved on his journey to the south, last time a Guard greeted him was with a blade and a promise of hanging. But Shor watched over him and he managed to get himself and his crew away unharmed. His green eyes noticed an older man approaching them but paid little attention to him, choosing to answer the Guard's questions first.

'' I sold the Mammoth tusks to a fellow from Daggerfall on the coast of High Rock before coming down here. You can always get a good price for any kind of pelts down south so I figured I'd try my luck.'' He said before the stranger joined the conversation and introduced himself. The man seemed cheerful and any man that didn't come with his blade in hand was more than welcome to join in.

''It's not everyday we Nords come down here stranger.'' Ralon answered with a smile before offering the stranger his hand.


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He was stalling; checking and rechecking the ships instruments to hold what was to come at bay. Recognizing his own fear and reluctance allowed him forced him to confront the situation that is to come at the shore lines of WestWind, took deep breath to collect himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he rose slowly from his seat his feet padded softly over the carpeted aisle as he made his way aft from the captains deck toward the passagers deck. Beowulf glance out the window on his left seeing the docking bay, his fingers tapped lightly against his thigh, his crack nails rustling softly against the wood of the passagers cabin wall; his palms curled into a fist as he gazed upon the settlement.
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Rodastyr extended his gloved hand to meet the sea-captain's, crooking the corners of his liƄs back up into a warm, almost fatherly smile. He gave the ship the nord had came with a quiet studying before returning his locking gaze on the man himself, commenting in his natural, gruff tongue:

"Daggerfall, eh? Aye, mammoths aren't exactly common in my region of birth, I'll grant - so I can understand if ye fetched a nice price. I am sure the traders of Westwind are also quite happy to serve ye, hehe."

Withdrawing his hand, his eyes wandered towards Felix, offering him a short nod.

"And ye, captain? Everything has been quiet in the port this day?"
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Felix was unsure which captain Rodastyr referred, but assumed that he was talking to him.

"Besides the visitors from the north, everything has been quiet yet" Felix said to Rodastyr. "I saw a Khajiit woman setting up a stand in the market, I'll go over and see what she has to sell and maybe lend a hand at setting up her stand. I have nothing against the Kahjiit, but you can never be too careful around those cats, they might be dealing skooma...."

Felix turned around and began walking towards the market. He turned his head back towards Rodastyr and Ralon. "I'll get back to work now, I won't be far away if you need me"


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Ralon answered shook the Breton's hand and then turned back to his crew. They had just unloaded the last crate and was now all standing on the dock. His crew seemed to enjoy being back on land, their eyes taking in the sights of this new town.

'' What are you doing you Milk-Drinkers!? Get the pelts to the market!'' Ralon roared and watches as his crew quickly picked up the cargo and began to walk in a long line towards the town square. The only man who remained was Ralon's trusted First Mate Djurgir who joined his Captain on his right.

''I trust the drinks are on you tonight Captain?'' Djurgir mused while watching the last of the men rounding the corner and disappear into the busy market. Ralon answered his question with a grin followed by a nod. Djurgir always asked the same question everytime they docked somewhere and as always Ralon's answer was the same.

'' Stay on the ship you old Bear, I'll send Jurin and Folldir with warm food and drinks to keep you company.'' Ralon spoke and gave his old friend a pat on the back before leaving him, making his way to the busling town square. Finding his own crew in the sea of people didn't prove hard as the grim men dressed in pelts didn't fit in with the normal crowd. He was greeted by Jurin with a grin that almost split the lad's face.

''Jurin, you and Folldir get back to the ship. I'll send someone to release you of the watch in an hour or two.'' Ralon muttered while handing over a small hide pouch filled with coins. Having first watch was never something anyone wished to get, but they all knew better than to argue against their Captain and he only gave him a stale nod in response before seeking out Folldir. Ralon motioned for Agryn, a Giant of a Nord to start. Agryn's voice was like thunder and it could easily be heard over the busling market as he called out about fine pelts from the North.


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Dar'Renrij grinned, as he examined the contents of the leather pouch in his hand. He had chosen his target well. Hurriedly discarding anything non-valuable from the pouch, he glanced around. Good, there were no guards in sight. Swiftly he pulled his black hood over his mop of blonde hair, and melted back into the crowds of the market. He looked around him, looking for a target amongst the throngs of people, his eyes darting to and fro. He picked out a strange fellow amongst the crowds in a matter of seconds. "Hard not to notice someone with a beard like that" he muttered to himself smiling. He decided to approach the fellow and examine him more closely. Pulling his cloak tighter around his waist, he approached the outlandish fellow examining his clothing for signs of easy pickings. He appeared to be a sailor of some sort. No noticable gold on him, and Dar'Renrij did not want to take any unnessacary risks. He counted the coin he had made so far and uttered a sigh of dismay. Barely enough for a hot meal, but it would have to do for now until a new target presented itself. Until then fine ale waited him at the The Thirsty Shark.
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Beowulf's fur jacket was unbuttoned and his riht shoulder steel pad was slik and mirrored his besr skin shirt swayed with the wind his dagger was tucked away inside the right inner breast pocket, Beowulf had step off the ship; eyes gazing as the sun castes down unto his eyes.

His palm cuff into a salute like matter as he held it over his eyes first to glance a moment at the ships crewing undocking the barrels of mead, he'd take a step foward his other foot following through after Afew steps he found himself in front of a Inn. Palm place against the door his wrist crept abit as the door had opened, he had sat himself in front of the Inn keeper.

Beowulf had quoted aloud, my name is Beowulf I'm in search of a dragon priest one whom has killed a man and woman, both Nords by thier build, were torn apart. Thier faces were disfigured and thier hands and feet had been torn from thier bodies, I've heard tales of this beast coming to this part of the lands would you know of this?
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Shivani did not have much in the way of goods. Not here, at least. She would buy the cheap goods coming off the ships and sell them for profit in Cyrodiil's inner cities.

But she did have a few interesting items. She gained the favor of an Altmeri scholar, who in turn gave her several spell tomes. Unfortunately, she was unable to use magic, so they would at least sell for some coin. She also had some elven weaponry, as she often traded with Bosmer and Altmer in Valenwood. The rest of the stuff she had was rather miscellaneous, things she had not sold yet at the other cities she visited.

While setting up her stands, she noticed an Imperial in official guard's armor approaching her. She was used to hostility, or at least cautiousness, when visiting other provinces. Not that she blamed him, as just now she saw another Khajiit slinking away with some fool's pouch.

Ah, well.

She merely fastened her coin purse inside her shirt, where it would be difficult to steal. Her moon sugar was also there, but she had no intention to sell that. That moon sugar would have to last her until she could visit Elsweyr again.


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