Elder scrolls RP discussion

Alternate RP Universe, starting on a new, different, blank slate for me, Omri, who does't want to read 600+ posts to get into an RP >A<

((Lazy))

*A young Khajiit leans against a wall as the usual flow of traffic through Solitude reaches its peak. With uninterested eyes, he surveys the crowd as they come, waiting for the prime "target"*

Gemini ≧ω≦ wrote: "((Lazy))"

(('Scuse you I thought we were friends >w<))

((Nobody's joining I feel so alone ;A;))

(( Ima Make a new Charrie for this one :P ))

((Awesome!))

Silvery clouds drifted across the endless blue plain known as the sky. The bustling life of Solitude exised of lowly peasents, eager merchants, and the stuck up wealthy. A young Khajiit lingered on the edges of the fast paced walking, her metallic amber eyes scanning the crowd. Her furry face was a dark brown, which made her eyes pop. She wore a long, silky, pale blue dress. In hand was a small basket made up of cabbages, carrots, potatoes, apples, and squash. She had been waiting for the weekly buyer of her freshly grown vegetables and fruits, when she did not seem to show.

It was the beggingin of a new week, and Karuin woke up in a large bundle of Hay, in a carrage, probably for delivery.
Blood was splattered about.
Three Nords, that was how many he killed.
" Oh, this is lovely, but I can't take all this blood..." He snapped his fingers.
" I'll take a little from each one! " He said, smiling, and collected one third of the amulet, one third being one of the Nords blood.
After collection, he left the scene right where it was, and went to the river to bath, and clean his clothes.
Afterwords, he was randomly walking about, having no idea where anything was.
But he didn't really care.

Aha! The young khajiit's eyes focused in on a familiar fruit merchant. He had always watched her from afar, planning his "attack". And now that the time was ripe, he decided to make a move.

He cleared his throat, widened his eyes, flipped his ears back, and made his way along to her figure.

J'deiso's eyes scanned the crowd, frustration bubbling in her throat. She folded her arms across het chest, preparing to leave at any moment, though she could use the money.

Finally reaching her, the young Khajiit's plan was in full-fledged motion, as he began to recite his prepared lines.

"I'm really sorry but I need your help," he began, waiting for her expected response.

The Khajiit blinked in surprise and she frowned. "What ever could be?" she asked in her genuinely kind voice. Her face flickered with concern.

"Well," he sniffed once for good measure, "I'm really hungry... I haven't eaten for two days now, and it just... Everything hurts! Please, help me! I'll do anything, please, I'm starving!" A tear streamed down the young Khajiit's face, as he himself got caught up in his act. Suddenly, the events of the last few days crashed upon him like a pile of iron bars.

He remembered getting disgusting, rotten, rancid meals from unkind innkeepers and bartenders, being spat on by commoners, being abused verbally by the wealthier, and suddenly the khajiit began to realize that his words weren't as prepared as they seemed, and actually rang of truth. It was all too much in the end, and he broke down, uncontrollably crying.

((I have to go to sleep for now; I really hope I'm doing okay, because this is, like, my first RP.))

((Haha, you're amazing at this! :D When I joined my first RP a couple of years ago, I was kicked out because of how bad I was at it. xD))

"Oh," J'deiso knelt beside him and put a comforting arm around his shoulders. She pulled out a juicy red apple from the basket and handed it to him, her claws nicking the sides. "Here," She hadn't realized how cruel some beings could be, for she had led a pretty comfortable life. A roof over her head, clean clothes, and plenty of food. She paused for a moment and decided she would let him come to her farm if he would want to. "If you're looking for a place to stay, I've got just the house for you."

The young Khajiit looked up, a lone tear running down his face. "Y-you mean it?" He sniffled, pawing the apple tentatively before taking it gently, putting it to his lips, and taking a bite.

((Woo! >w<))

"By the way, my name's Telo Stargazer," he added quickly.

"My name is J'deiso," The khajiit told him, her thick khajiit accent rolling over her J.

"Well, nice to meet you, J'deiso," said Telo, effortlessly pronouncing her name with the same thick khajiiti accent, while also maintaining an imperial accent for the rest of his words. "Say," he began, "how long have you lived in Skyrim, by the way? Judging by your accent, it doesn't seem like you've been here for more than a year..." he finished.

((Minor edit >A< ((And then again!)) ))

"Why don't you follow me to the farm and I'll tell you on the way there," J'deiso said with a soft smile. She got to her feet, basket in hand. She beckoned foe him to follow with a small wave of her hand.

A smile grew on Telo's young face, as his facade dropped. He quickly lifted himself up from his half-kneeling position, and began to follow her.

She led him just outside of Solitude's doors. A few houses were spread out and she took him to the one nearest to the stables. "Here we are," she said with a smile.

Telo gazed in awe at the house before him. Being homeless for the majority of his life, and suddenly being offered a place to stay out of the charity of somebody's heart, resonated with him. The grin wouldn't leave his face, as he made his way over to the house.

A purr-like laugh rose in her throat. "It's not much, but it's home." J'deiso opened the worn, wooden gate and led him through the small field and up onto the ragged porch. She pulled out a copper key and unlocked the wooden door. The house was dimly lit. The floor was cobblestone with thick, woven rugs stretched throughout the room.

Telo's eyes widened with delight as he stepped inside. He had seen few houses since he moved to Skyrim, and was awestruck that he could spend the night in one, rather than shivering out in the cold lik he had for the past 8 years. He quickly found a suitable corner with a rug in the back of the entrance room, and curled himself up in it like a house cat, making himself comfortable.

J'deiso quickly hurried to the small fire pit in the center of the room. She wasn't the best in magic, but she knew a thing or two. She threw in a couple of logs and a faint spark burst from her palm, creating a fire instantly. The room lit up with a comfortable orange glow and warmth slowly spread throughout the house. She turned to him and gave a light chuckle. "You're welcome to sleep there if you want, unless you prefer a bed," She had lived here with her mother not too long ago before she died, so J'deiso had an extra room in which it remained empty.

The female khajiit's words were a blur to Telo as he stretched his neck and claws in his curled-up position. The sound of his purring pervaded his ears, as he fell quickly into a deep, relaxed sleep in the glow of the fire.

J'deiso smiled softly before setting the basket on the wooden table. She pulled up a chair and sat beside the fire, pulling her legs into her chest. She'd just sit here for awhile. Though she felt she trusted him completely, she couldn't be too sure. She rested her chin on her knees, her long pale blue dress draping down to the floor.

((Icarus you should totally come in here))

(( I dunno how I should :C ))

((I'm about to create a potential moment for that ^^))

Telo awoke with a start, eager and refreshed from the previous night's sleep, a smile on his face. The dulled embers of the fire crackled softly, the wood in the fireplace reduced to cinders.

And then, suddenly, he remembered that he forgot something--

His backpack. He had forgotten to bring it with him when he accompanied J'deiso to her house, and he desperately wanted to get it back before it was disposed of, stolen, or destroyed.

Telo ran his paws down his face in worry and dismay, before scrawling a hasty message on a nearby piece of paper, that read, "Forgot something important, be back soon. -T." He quickly headed out of the cobblestone house and down the porch to retrieve his backpack before someone else did.

" Hello there. " Someone said from atop a tree.
His expresion was that of a curious trigger happy speices that he had never seen. With black hair, and dark gray skin, but not a Dunmer.
" What might you be looking for? "

Telo, startled at first, brushed off the unwanted intrusion, and continued at his hurried pace to reach his backpack, saying nothing.

" What's wrong? Shy? " He jumped from the tree.

"No, just in a hurry," Telo muttered audibly, unyielding in his pace.

" For what? Maybe I can help? " He said, in front of him now.

Telo stopped walking for a moment, pondering the stranger's request. "Well..." he started, "I'm looking for an old, brown, leather knapsack. Have you seen any around the side streets or alleys?" he finished his question, nervous to make eye contact.

" Nope, but I can look for it. " His voice was an echo, as he vanished with inhumane speed.

"Alright, thanks! I'll just... stay here, I guess..." Telo's voice dropped to a murmur, as he realized that the helpful stranger couldn't hear him. He would have gone and searched some of his usual standing places in the meantime, but he was more worried that the stranger wouldn't find him.

Karuin searched for the small bag.
" Ohh, come on out little bag. I'll find you eventually. I always will. "
He looked at a small leather, brown bag, in a tree.
" Now, why would it be there? " He asked himself, but only contemplating it half-heatidly, before jumping up, and grabbing it.
He turned around, and an Axe flew into his shoulder, sending him tumbling.

((:O))

(( Don't worry, he's not dead. Just need some Backup to emphasize is all :D ))

((How would a shoulder wound kill him anyway?))

(( Exactly. :P ))

((I've lost track of the other rp. Do you mind if I pull Hal'hem out of it and put him in here? I warn you I'm a fan of dramatic entrances.))

(( Okay! :D ))

((NU YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM DUPLICATING CHARAyeah go right ahead xD))

The axe-wielding bandit nord pulled another weapon (let's say pike) and approached the injured vampire. He rose the pike to pierce Blood through the heart when he had that particular sensation you get when a lizardman jumps out of the nearby river and hurls a fireball at you from twenty feet away, scorching the flesh off of you. You ever had that feeling?

Omri wrote: "((NU YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM DUPLICATING CHARAyeah go right ahead xD))"

((I'm getting mixed signals from this one.))