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Post by silas on Feb 26, 2012 23:35:05 GMT -6
The door to the Frostfruit Inn opened peacefully enough, but it was slammed with a lot more force than necessary. The man who slammed it didn't give the door a second look, and he tracked dirt into the clean establishment as he walked up to the counter,
"Room for the night?" the Inn keeper asked, eyeing the Redguard with some hesitation. He received a nod, and immediate payment for the room without needing to state the price. The coins almost slammed down on the table were also slightly muddy from the owner's hand, but they were accepted none the less.
"And food." the Redguard supplemented, putting more Septims on the counter harder than he needed to. They were again accepted, and the inn keeper turned to start preparing one of the rabbits that hung behind him.
Silas walked to one of the benches instead of his room, taking a heavy seat and removing his helmet. The dirty helmet was set aside, and he went about trying to sort out his hair that had an unreasonable amount of mud and schmutz in it. His hair was long, almost to mid back, so this task was even more frustrating than it would have normally been.
For tonight, his plan of attack was to become acceptably clean, eat, and then sleep like the dead.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 26, 2012 23:52:54 GMT -6
Rorikstead. How she hated the place. Still, with night having fallen she needed to bunk here or risk being attacked. Not that an attack would hinder her much, but with out Dwiiroksil or the other Draugr, it would take more time than it was worth.
The beautiful Nord woman walked into the inn, the tattered and beat up Dragon Priest armor flowing behind her. It was obvious that the Innkeeper knew of her and was afraid, since as soon as the oddly dressed woman approached, he quickly stammered that she could have anything she wanted, on the house. With that, the woman walked over and sat down on the bench, not much paying attention to the Redguard beside her.
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 0:14:24 GMT -6
Silas hadn't paid attention to her until she walked by, eyebrows knitting at the odd sound her boots made. He watched her interact with the inn keeper, noted the familiarity and then went back to trying to sort out his hair. He'd even lost the thin leather strip he normally used as a hair tie in the very prolonged scuffle. When the Redguard moved, there was a faint wiff of blood in the air following his movement, one that he was just recently becoming aware of yet again. Chances were slim to none that he'd be able to get a bath anywhere other than a stream or river around here too.
He glanced at her at length when he was done, or at least decided to be done, sorting the mess in his hair out. The Companion did absolutely nothing to hide the fact he was looking at her and checking out her armor, eyes flicking up to her face only twice while he tried to figure out what exactly she was wearing. It hadn't been anything he'd ever seen, that was for sure. While looking at her, he pulled out another leather strip he had intended to use for smithing, tying his hair back with it.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 27, 2012 0:28:46 GMT -6
"Do you have something to say or ask? Then speak up, otherwise stop staring." She said, looking over at him. She had noticed him staring and was quite tired of it. He had no reason to stare. "Unless you are associated with him. Then I have to kill you. Can't have his... poison spreading." Her voice was laced with seriousness and ice, as well as killing intent.
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 0:34:45 GMT -6
Silas wasn't exactly clear on what or who she was talking about, but she seemed very wound up about it, "Your armor." he stated, as if those two words were all that needed to be said. A more polite individual might have commented that he'd never seen such armor before, or that they wanted to know more about it. But Silas figured any sort of elaboration wasn't required; she looked like a traveled and smart woman, so she probably already knew that she had uncommon armor.
His eyes flicked back up to her face, completely neutral and slightly tired before he turned his attention to his own armor and began to pick out sticks and brush off mud.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 27, 2012 0:39:22 GMT -6
She looked down at her own robes and armor and chuckled. "I forget that not everyone has seen the robes and armor of a Dragon Priest. I am a descendent of Otar the Mad, and this armor was a gift from him. Presumable, you know Otar? Or at least know of him?"
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 0:47:16 GMT -6
Silas flexed his arms out in front of him to check them for more mud. There was plenty of mud to be had, "No. What is a Dragon Priest?" he asked all in the same tone of voice, starting to brush off flecks of mud and blood that had started to dry on his arms.
As far as he could gather, she was living a life that was very different and probably nowhere near parallel to his own. Silas was also not exactly a current event guru, nor a history-versed scholar. His knowledge tended to be and remain limited to people he'd met, people he'd heard of at least five times, and things and people he had fought and or killed.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 27, 2012 1:29:10 GMT -6
"I see. Not a history buff are you?" She said with a sigh. With that, she proceeded to explain the history of the Dragon Priests and their service to Alduin. Then, she went into greater detail about Otar the Mad.
"Hopefully that was simply enough for you. I don't want to go further as he maybe listening. I am not yet ready to fight him."
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 1:36:32 GMT -6
Silas followed as best he could. He could easily grasp what the Dragon Priests were and who they served, but the personal history of Otar the Mad got a bit jumbled. The Companion basically understood he was an interesting fellow with an enthusiasm for this young lady and Alduin.
"And who is 'he'?" Silas asked, tone a little more hesitant this time. He wasn't very big on history and things that weren't his business; right now, he was getting double doses of both of these things while he investigated and cleaned his armor. His helmet didn't take long, and the inside was mostly disappointing with the amount of mud caked on the inside. He was working on his boots when he asked who 'he' was. Whoever this 'he' was, he must be a big deal because she was treating his name like some kind of curse word that you didn't say in polite company. Of which Silas was not, but regardless; her refusal to say his name was starting to annoy him.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 27, 2012 1:50:28 GMT -6
"Nidhug Silvertounge." She spat with a deep hatred. "The leader of the Children of Alduin cult. He and Alduin are all buddy buddy.... Nidhug thinks that Alduin SHOULD destroy the world. The prick is powerful though... my Draugr will help me though. We and those stupid chosen Dragonborn will bring them all to their knees." She seemed quite sure about everything she was saying.
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 2:00:47 GMT -6
And she seemed quite happy to tell him all this information as if it were common knowledge. Which it might be in her own universe, but Silas had never heard of any of this before. Ever. Except Draugr, he knew about Draugr, which made this conversation even more confusing.
"... Alduin?" he asked in more clarifying tone, stomping a bit on the floor to dislodge the more dried bits of blood and dirt that had caked there. For the more moist ones he needed to reach in and scrape it out of the grooves with his fingers, which he flicked aside after each swipe. The Redguard glanced up when the smell of cooking meat reached his nose, drawing his attention to the stairs which led down behind the counter.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 27, 2012 13:52:04 GMT -6
"You don't keep up with anything do you? Not even the possibility of the world ending?" She sighed. This Redguard was dumber than he looked. However, Sahruvaak couldn't afford to lose patience with him in the inn. She had to remain calm.
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 16:02:29 GMT -6
"I have heard something about that. But someone is always saying the world will end somewhere," The Redguard replied, running a cursory check over his armor again. The bottom line was that people loved to gossip about everything, so Silas had taken to ignoring almost all gossip. People were always so wrapped up in their heads that they usually made a big deal about something that wasn't, and then moved too quickly and screwed themselves over. As a much slower moving person, Silas saw this quite often.
"Is this related to all the talk about Dragons?" he asked, voice still a calm monotone.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Feb 27, 2012 16:07:41 GMT -6
"Yes. It's all related. Alduin is a dragon after all." She answered simply. "If the three chosen Dovahkiin don't stop him, he will destroy the world. Personally, I don't think that fits into my agenda." She seemed quite serious, and everyone kept looking at her fearfully when she mentioned Alduin.
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Post by silas on Feb 27, 2012 16:18:15 GMT -6
Silas, on the other hand, had absolutely no reaction to the name 'Alduin', "Sounds bad," he commented in a rather non-commital, 'oh-the-weather-is-kind-of-dreary' sort of way.
"Anything someone other than a 'Dovahkiin' can do about it?" and if she said pray, or cleanse himself, or devote himself to some god, or donate Septims, Silas was going to go to bed right now and ignore her. He'd already had a talk with the priest of Talos who was shouting at the top of his lungs in Whiterun, and it ended with Silas concluding that he was raving mad-man.
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