Raz
Newborn
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Post by Raz on Jul 7, 2015 19:25:13 GMT -5
"Hey! You can't do this!" A small Breton girl, not even in her twenties, shouts as she struggles in a futile endeavor to break free from a bulky Nord's grip. "Eh? And what in Oblivion is stopping me?" The Imperial man nods to the Nord holding the girl, as he investigates a flask on the counter. The light of the room's torch illuminated the pasty red tint of the liquid inside, as he shined a brief, teethy grin to the girl. "Isn't it only fair that if an alchemist is cooking in my Inn, that I deserve some of the profit?" The Nord gave a brief nod to the man, who was not only his employer, but friend.
"I already... paid for the room," Ariane Berne, the Breton girl, grunted out as she still strained to get out of the grip. Still a futile effort. "Maybe you should put a sign up if you didn't want it," she continues to growl out, trying to dig her fingernails into the Nord's thick skin, rather than flailing around. "It's butterflies and fungi, it's not like I'm brewing skoo-" The Nord captor's idle hand went to cover her mouth, inhaling for a moment as he took in the silence of the room, other than his boss, Mr. Flaeus, lightly tossing the finished potions into a crate, which he intended to take with him.
"They seem to all be of the same consistency. I don't trust a half-elf to tell me the side-effects, so I'll take them to a real alchemist.." He says with a snarl, gesturing towards the low-quality, some even make-shift, beakers and alchemical tools. "Not one who posses as one with milk bottles and mead jugs." He scoffs, gesturing with his head to the Nord as he lifts up the crate, and a moment after Mr Flaeus leaves, the Nord does as well.
Ariane glanced at what was left of her make-shift laboratory, and to her dismay, it seemed that the Innkeeper had stolen her whole shipment of the potions she expected to sell within the next few days. Worse yet, she was still uncertain of when the anonymous pick-up would collect exactly, or if they even knew exactly where she was. She sighed, running her hand through her hair as she fell back onto the room's bed, uncertain of what exactly to do. It felt one step forward, and two steps back at any given time.
A week earlier...
The Inn was cheerful and filled with plenty of loud, drunken patrons. As most likely were at dusk, at least in Ariane's experiences. The bards played songs that it seemed everyone knew, and the aroma of local cuisine filled the air, when the scent of alcohol did not overwhelm it. The Breton girl made her way to the counter, with her rucksack on back, and requested a room. It was a cheap one, but it'd have to do for her. Forking out her last bit of gold, she checked into the room and began to unload her gear. Between the alchemical gear, which she had wrapped carefully in cloth, there was a letter. It was unsigned, but was an order for a supply of potions, mostly health-related.
Uncertain of the letters origins, she stared at it for another moment, contemplating of when it might've gotten in there. Maybe at the Inn's dining area, but it must have been. She had checked her supplies only an hour prior. Certainly she would've seen such a note. Ariane sighed, debating in her mind for a moment longer, before deciding to fill the order. If the worse case scenario took place, all the requested potions were high-sale items. If they didn't buy it, maybe someone else would. Not many would trust an unestablished alchemist, but certainly they'd sell at a reduced price. |
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Jackie
Child
Professional lazy grump.
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Post by Jackie on Jul 9, 2015 7:42:40 GMT -5
(Just to let you mod folks know, this RP is taking place a few weeks after Aardvark and I's 'Birds of a Feather' thread.)
Skyrim may have been one of the more beautiful provinces in Tameriel, but damned if it wasn't the coldest. Even with the extra layer of fur underneath his clothing, Teek could feel the cold, Skyrim air licking at him as his horse drawn cart made it's accent up the stone road towards Solitude's main gates. It was a shame they had to leave Cyrodil on such short notice, but the trouble Cass and him had stirred up during their little jail break a few weeks ago would have made conducting business a bit more difficult than anyone would have liked. After slipping out of Anvil, the pair had made their way to the Imperial City to link up with the Thieves Guild chapter there. While Cass might have not had much to do with them, she was in good enough standing to not get thrown to the wolves as it were, it also helped that she was willing to accept their aid and didn't care to strike it out on her own quite yet, though Teek would tease that it was his charm that kept her around. Regardless of her reasons, the Guild arranged for them to head to Skyrim and link up with the Riften chapter, whom were busy enough to warrant needing the extra help anyways. After taking a couple of days to get their personal affairs in order (Teek using the opportunity to visit his mother and let her know he'd be on a new 'business venture' up north.), the pair set off on horse back, under the cover of night, for Riften.
Fortunately the journey itself was rather uneventful, the pair making camp in secluded areas during the day and riding through the night till they slipped across the border into Skyrim. From there it was a fairly easy ride to Riften, though finding the Guild would have been a much more difficult had the Imperial City chapter not sent word of their arrival ahead of them. They'd not yet been in Riften a day when the the local Guild made contact with them. Once it was confirmed that the pair were indeed the ones being expected, they'd be taken to what was to be their home away from home for the next few weeks. Teek had to admit, he was fairly impressed by the set up the Riften Thieves Guild had going, though the Argonian wouldn't have complained if it smelled a little better, he could get over that though. Their welcome was about as warm as could be expected, sure they were all sticky-fingered scoundrels that maintained a level of professional respect for one another, but like it or not Teek and Cass were still strangers, and a good thief never trusted someone they didn't know, some would argue you never truly trusted anyone regardless. Teek didn't hold it against them of course, confident that in time they'd grow more comfortable with their two newest assets. After getting them settled, the Guild had wasted no time putting them to work. For the next week the High Elf and Argonian would do their respective thing, not seeing much of each other until this latest job came up. The Guild's potion supply was dwindling faster than it could be replaced by local means, so they'd gotten into contact with another alchemist to secure a fresh supply. Cass and Teek had been approached about the job, and both agreed to take it, one would drive the cart, the other would ride along as extra security.
Several long days of traveling later, and Solitude was within view. Teek was optimistic that they'd meet the alchemist in question, haggle a fair price for the goods they were after, and be back on their way to Riften before dark. "I do hope your posterior has fared this excursion better than mine my dear." The Argonian commented with a cheeky smile to his companion as her horse trotted along the side of his cart. "Is there even such a thing as winter in the Summerset Isles?"
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Post by aardvarklord on Jul 9, 2015 14:07:39 GMT -5
There was a sort of bittersweet pleasantness about returning to Skyrim, though there was no way that Cass could say that she wasn't happy to see the towering mountains and sprawling tundras. There was a harsh beauty to the land, and in some strange way she missed it after coming to Cyrodil... of course she didn't miss the cold. Even bundled up and keeping the blood pumping on her horse, she could feel herself shivering occasionally in the land's bitter frost. The flight from Anvil had been a simple enough affair, if not a pulse-pounding one, and getting asylum with the Imperial City's guild was easy with Teek around, though she was well-known enough that they probably would have done so without him, albeit with some minor strings attached. As it was she wasn't exactly thrilled about being assigned to a guild and, while she liked Skyrim, it sure didn't like her. Between being an altmer and her own personal history there, she was rightfully concerned that things would turn sour on her.
Thankfully, after a pretty typical journey across the border, they made it to Riften. Technically, she had contacts here that she could have used, but she wanted to keep away from them since they predated her abandoning ship, and since they already had help from the Imperial City guild, no sense in her trying to bring those days back. As far as she knew, even once they arrived her old contacts didn't know she was around. Still, it was a little tense going up to the Riften guild, mostly because she had no idea how respectful these folks would be. Turned out it was pretty middle of the road, chilly towards those not within their circle, but willing to take others who shared their profession. Not exactly her favored sorts of people, but they were decent enough and were more than happy to put them to work--something she was more than happy to do. It was nice to finally get some distance from Teek too; oh she enjoyed having someone to lean on for a little while and he was a nice enough guy, but getting some breathing room was incredibly welcome.
Of course, eventually they were teamed back up to run a delivery mission--not that she was complaining. Though, this was definitely going to be one of the more boring things that they could do. Left them plenty of time to chat though, and Teek was pleasant company to be sure. And soon they'd be in Solitude, a finer city didn't exist in Skyrim than her capital. As she was gazing out at the beautiful vistas she had missed for so long, almost a little wistful for the old days, her companion's joke caught her a little off-guard. Giggling lightly, she responded with a coy smile of her own, "You tell me, you're the one looking at it." Of course she waved it off lightly, and found herself brought back home to think about that simultaneously beautiful and horrid land of her birth. "Oh, of course there is, you call it spring." She almost decided to make a joke about it being winter in the heart of every Thalmor agent, but that would be mighty hypocritical. "Actually, I lived in Skyrim a while back. Haven't been here in... three, four years? Forgot how blasted cold it was."
As they reached the gates to the city, Cass hitched her horse while Teek took care of the cart and his horse. The guards did a quick inquiry as they entered (probably triggered by the cart), but she just had to say they were here on business and it got them off their backs. Once through the massive doors, she put her hands behind her head and let out a long, contented sigh, "Ah... gods I missed this town. Something about it always leaves me with a warmth in my heart (and weight in my pockets)," she added quietly to him with a wicked grin. Snickering slightly, she waved for him to follow and headed for the inn, "I know the place in question. Not the best inn around, but it does the job."
A short while later the two entered and were graced with the sight of the rather unimpressive tavern/inn, drunk patrons littering the floor and a faint smell of mildew and vomit filling the place. Far worse than the Winking Skeever, but it was probably cheaper and less likely to ask questions. No sign of their Breton contact though... unless that Imperial curled up in the corner was just a very tall Breton. Going up to the counter, she flagged down the Imperial man, whom she assumed was the owner, and asked briskly, "'Scuse me sir, we're looking for a Breton girl who was staying here. Had some business with her."
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