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Some old friends, a new adventure (A reunion RP - Closed)


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Alator wandered along the small way in the western Cyrodiil and spotted an inn. It was a rugged and small inn that displayed the sign of a shield with a battleaxe in with the letters 'The battered shield inn'. He thought that the name was oddly fitting. He loved to wander the roads of Tamriel to discover what could be discovered. He now thought that he deserved a rest after all he had been through, he had managed to lay his hands on something rather interesting that he had found.

Dressed in blue robes with a slim silvery band on in the middle of his chest that began were the robe part for his upper body began to were it ended at the bottom of his throat, inscribed with small magical symbols all along the band. With with a heavy blue cloak with a hood on made by wool. Armed with a tall and beautifully carved staff with a sapphire top, his enchanted silver blade and his mystical powers. Accompanied by his Ice-Wolf Claw he drew the eyes of many he passed.

He entered the inn and took a seat, Claw entered with him, padding silently and laying down on the floor, quiet as a shadow. With a nervous glance at Claw he asked "Would mi'lord like something." Alator smiled and replied "Aye, a small cup of wine and an apple an I am a happy man right now."

Alator glanced to his right as someone entered the small and worn, though cozy inn.
This post was last modified: January 27th 2014, 12:47 PM by Archmage Alator


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As the Breton man with the wolf walked into the inn an Orc sitting at the bar looked dressed head to toe in heavy Orichalcum plate armour with a tower shield propped against the bar at his feet and a hammer on his back and large sword on his left hip all made of Orichalcum.

Uzgrok Gro-Yamog wasn't overly fond of wolves. Usually they just attacked whenever he approached so when this one entered he rest a hand on his sword hoping for its sake the beast's master could keep it under control then turned back to his mug of ale.


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Solduiran walked with his long stride ahead of his companions. Though his stride was not the longest in the group he walked the fastest. behind him was his friend Fjor Snow-Side. Fjor was a young nord man that was more than capable of taking on an orc far bigger than him with ease. Solduiran was dressed in Black and Red armor. He was a member of the Ebonheart Pact as he felt it his duty as a nord. Fjor on the other hand was wearing armor that was far heavier than Solduiran's but it was blue-ish. Fjor had followed his heart and had joined the ranks of the Daggerfall Covenant. This didn't bother Solduiran any as he had many friends fighting for every side. Fjor was like a brother to him and nothing would change that. Lastly was a young Breton man Named Mitchell Dunmear. He was Fjor's apprentice even though the two were almost equal in age. Mitchell bore a striking resemblance to Solduiran as the two were cousins. Mitchell was also a lot like Solduiran in many ways. Mitchell was more nordic than he cared to let on.
Mitchell was now keeping pace with Solduiran, Their heights matching. "Alright boys here we are. The Battered-Shield Inn. Ready for some of the best food you'll ever have?" Solduiran smirked. The other two trodded heavily behind as the three entered the Inn.


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Alator quickly rose to his feet when he saw who entered. "Soldurian, Fjor? By the gods it's been a long time!" he embraced Soldurian and patted him on the shoulder. "What have you been up to all this time?" he asked with a wide smile.

Alator looked at Claw padded forward to greet the warriors.


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"Alator! It has been far to long. I was at home in Riften working. But political tensions at home led to some uh separation." Solduiran said pain flashed in his eyes. Quickly he smiled back to himself, "I decided I would offer my services to the high king!"
Mitchell, who had been busy petting Claw looked up and scoffed at 'High King' playfully. Fjor kneed him. Fjor smiled and greeted Alator warmly. Fjor couldn't help but stare at the Orc. Fjor found himself gripping his mace tightly.


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Ragnar had been walking, on the thick-snowed roads leading to an inn, for felt like a veritable age. He had never heard of this inn before, so had doubts as to it's quality. Though it's real test would be how strong it's mead was. Over head was his prized hunting bird, "Ah, Diin, Ven" Which translated roughly into "Hunter, freeze, wing."

He walked the last of the roads, and shook his cloak, allowing the snow that had gathered to fall from it. And withdrew his, now almost white, hood. And entered the inn.

Inside were two men, whom Ragnar hadn't seen before, that were either close friends reuniting, or extremely drunken. There was an Orc, at least he looked ugly enough to be an Orc, there as well.


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Alator smiled "I have no quarrel against the Skald-king, although I will never call him my own king. I serve High King Emeric myself. I am sad to hear about your troubles with your family. No need for that Fjor." Alator replied, adding teh last part when he did not miss how Fjor reacted to the other guest. "Come, we have much to talk about, I have something to show you soon... If you are still the men I knew I believe you would fail to resist it." he said with a sly smile and took a seat at the table he sat before, gesturing for the men to take a seat.


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Hodlin Fire-Sword walked into a tavern, happy to be out of the cold at last. He let go of the door and did not hear it close, surprised he turned around and saw a Dunmer walking in. "Hello," Hodlin said. "Hi," the Dunmer replied. The Dunmer moved and Hodlin saw a large, grey wolf or dog behind the Dunmer. "Don't mind Vaeril," the Dunmer said, "he is well trained."


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Mitchell gave a quiet, "Rah!" When King Emerics name was said. The others laughed.
Solduiran said enthusiastically, "Alator, you always did know how to peak my interest. Well let's have it then!"
Fjor nodded smiling.
Mitchell commented sarcastically at his cousins enthusiasm, "Easy now, you might wake the dead if you speak much louder cousin."

Looking around the young Breton noticed new comers in the inn. Another Nord... He thought. And then another man with a dog.
This post was last modified: January 27th 2014, 01:42 PM by Solduiran Long-Finger


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Fjor Snow-Side - a young Nordic Templar
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Ragnar nodded to his kinsmen, a gesture of greeting and good-will. They were all talking to what seemed to be a Breton...one of Emeric's boys, brilliant. Smiling slightly he walked, at a leisurely pace to the bar and ordered a bottle of mead. To which the innkeeper answered "three gold coins, for that." Normally Ragnar would comment on the slightly lower price, but he decided to keep quiet and pay the fee. He uncorked the bottle, and took a long swig from it. The mead was surprisingly good.

He turned his attention to the men who had walked in behind him. Another Nord, and a Dunmer with a dog. Both of which were relatively short height-wise...well at least compared to him, as he was exactly seven foot.


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Mitchell patted Fjor on the back and walked away from the three men reminiscing, walked up to where the large nord had been standing. The nord was ruffly 4 inches taller than Mitchell himself. But this man was far thicker. Mitchell then realized just how large he was as well. Shaking the feeling of guilt that came with thought of being scary, he ordered a drink and leaned on the counter looking out at the people there. "You, Nord is right? Yes, what brings you here? If you don't mind me asking," His tone was curious and well-mannered as he was genuinely intrigued.


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Hodlin walked up to a tall Nord, seven feet at least, who had a bottle of mead, "hello, how is the mead?" he said. After all, mead was a great ice-breaker, especially between Nords.

Stlen smiled at the Nord as he walked away. "Come on Vaeril," he said to his wolf as he walked further into the tavern. He sat down next to a table full of a few who seemed to know each other. As they neared Vaeril started to look at another wolf, sizing it up.


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Uzgrok let out a low chuckle and licked his tusks at the apparent agitation of another patron. He was used to that, he had travelled Skyrim for many a year and grew used to the xenophobic habits of the Nords.

He gave a nod to the barkeep and tossed a few coins on the counter for another mug of ale and watched as the barkeep filled the mug with rich, frothy red liquid.


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Ragnar looked at the Breton that had addressed him first, and answered his In his deep but hearty tone "Nothing really, just traveling the wilds again. Speaking of wilds." He paused and walked outside for a few moments, allowing Ah, Diin, Ven to rest on his leather armoured arm. Before entering once more. "Don't mind the bird, he's trained well. And if I may ask you the same. What brought you here?"

He turned his attention to the Nord, that had addressed him after the Breton. "The mead is fine. Reminds me a little of that weak colovian ale...disgusting stuff. Ten bottles wouldn't get you tipsy."


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Mitchell looked at his Mead and pushed it away. "And you orc? It's a long way from Orsinium. or Orcrest in Elsweyr. Where do you hail from?" Walking the wilds, interesting he thought. He heard an out burst of laughter from Alator and Solduiran. It was no doubt a joke Fjor's expense. "I do not know what it is with people and their pets. I would leave mine at home so it doesn't wind up dead," He muttered before taking a drink. He made face that made it obvious that he had made a mistake in drinking the mead again.


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