Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Jul 17, 2010 16:17:03 GMT -5
the sky was dark and ominous. the clouds rolled, dark, gray and heavy like they would drop from the sky at any moment. the trees swayed in the thick and heavy breeze. there fresh green leaves being ripped from there branch. low thunder rippled across the sky in the distance a warning to the weather. no flashes they weren't' there yet.
the air was thick with tension of this approaching storm and when it finally broke...
Aegnor was leaving the mage's guild after conversing with Falcar, the man was sometimes insufferable. But they traded information and knowledge with each other often. one of the few mage's who still levitated after the ban. that rule breaking was going to get him in trouble, especially with the new mage's guild master and the necromancy ban.
he looked up at the sky as he entered the street trying not to be knocked around by the residence getting inside before the storm hit. he would got to the Newlands lodge. it was ten times better than the persnickety place across the street.
Aegnor made his way to the Newlands lodge, the owner was a female dark elf. nice woman, for a Dunmer. never understood why most of them were so grouchy. but then again everyone expects Altmer to act all high and mighty. he made people sputter especially when he cursed them out in Orcish.
he opened the door and greeted the woman behind the counter with a kind smile. "Welcome back is there anything i can get you?" the dunmer woman said as he walked near.
"yes please some brandy and whatever smells good in that pot." he said gesturing to the stew she had simmering in the fireplace.
"want some bread with the stew Sera?" as she pulled out a plate and bowl from her counter.
"yes please" Aegnor spoke as he settled down on a stool at the bar. he took in the other people she had in her establishment. a lot more than normal 'must be the impending storm' Aegnor thought to himself. as the Dunmeri placed his order in front of him.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 17, 2010 16:42:16 GMT -5
It is said that those born under the Serpent swing between luck and misfortune. Walking back after an unusually successful contract, with no unexpected complications, and seeing the imposing storm clouds gathering above her, Moaana began to worry that perhaps her luck for the day was running out. Quickening her pace, she managed to walk through the city gates just as the first drops of rain began to fall on her. Perhaps the Gods had decided to grant her a little more good fortune, though by her own account it was just as likely to be the mysterious guardian known as Sithis.
She still wasn’t sure what to think about Sithis. He was spoken of often by other member of the Brotherhood, with varying degrees of fear and awe, but she’d never seen hide nor hair of the being. In that way he was much like the Nine Divines of the Imperials. She rolled her eyes; the Dunmer demigods like Almalexia may be power hungry and half insane, but at least you could see them.
She pushed her philosophical musings to the back of her mind as she entered Newlands Lodge for a drink. The place was the main haunt for the many Dark Elfs in the city, which made her feel both secure at being among her own race, and nervous at being possibly recognised from her days back in Morrowind. But she felt quite confident her crudely chopped hair and dark kohl round her eyes made her difficult to recognise as the rebellious child she’d been when she ran away.
She noticed an Altmer sat at the bar, ordering food. She’d seen him a couple of times here, and while she felt her kind’s automatic wariness of the other species of elf, she’d rather sit near him than the group of defensive looking orcs in the corner. She sat beside him, pointed to a cask of wine labelled ‘The Niben’s Finest’ and asked “Does that have honey in it?” The woman said she didn’t think so, but Moaana had enough experience ending up on the floor from her allergy to take the chance, so she ordered ale.
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Jul 17, 2010 16:52:24 GMT -5
Aegnor took his spoon and started to eat, and simultaneously started to brood. he got into a rather heated discussion with Falcar... about what he couldn't' remember and he doubted Falcar remembered either. he took off a piece of the small bread loaf the woman gave him and dunked it after finding out the soup was yet too hot to directly eat yet. that made him sigh, he scalded his tounge now he couldn't taste what he thought was so good.
he hardly paid any attention when the other Dunmer sat down next to him at the bar-counter. He was thinking on the recent events of cyrodiil and how they had yet to reach cheydinhal. he was glad they hadn't but one if you went to dive rock the highest point in cyrodiil. one could see the encroaching darkness spreading from Kvatch.
yet he was brought back to the present when the Dunmeri woman next to him ordered a drink and asking about honey in it.
"common Dunmeri allergy right?" Aegnor stated turning his attention to her. "i have only meet a few Dunmer who do not have that allergy." he asked quietly. the last bit almost being drowned out by the lightning and sharp almsot whip crack sounding thunder that ripped across the sky. and the pelting of the rain as it slammed into the window. the Orcs that were in the corner all but glowered at the window and the weather outside.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 18, 2010 4:30:11 GMT -5
Moaana gave Aegnor a customary Dunmeri look of contempt; not because she disliked him in any way, how could she she’d only known him thirty seconds, but because for her contempt was the starting ground for all interactions. People had to prove themselves to her before she’d respect them.
“How observant of you.” she said simply. She shared many of her race’s bitterness about the curse supposedly put upon them by Azura, causing their dark skin, red eyes and apparently this sensitivity to honey. Moaana was a little more cynical than most of her counterparts, though, and realised that the curse probably ended there; she didn’t subscribe to the belief that the Dunmer’s inability to make peace with their neighbours was anything more than stubbornness and bad politics.
She jumped slightly at the thunder; though she didn’t talk about it, storms creeped her out a little. It wasn’t so long ago, back during the Blight, that a storm would send everyone in her home town running for cover from impending ash. Thank Nerevarine that was over.
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Jul 25, 2010 13:13:37 GMT -5
Aegnor quircked the corner of his lips. as she responded in what he has come to see 'customary' dunmer fashion. but only customary for those who come from morrowind. but most of the time dunmer who weren't in morrowind, weren't there for a reason.
but his trian of thought withered in that moment another flash flickered in the distance followed almost imediatly by thunder. nott he rummble kind that sounds almost like a barrel being rolled but so sharp and wicked liek the crack of a whip. the rain hit the side of buildings and ran down the windows in vicious streams.
Aegnor sighed at the weather, he couldn't remember there ever being particularly vicious storms in cyrodiil but it was neccisary the weather in the province of cyrodill had been all around nasty lately. reminded him of the tropical storms there wouold be in Valenwood, but not of home in summerset.
thinking of homes and other places made him realize he was incredibly rude to the dunmeri woman besides him. he would stand to correct that...
"i offer my apologize as i forgot to introduce myself. My name is Aegnor Telperiën. yes it is rare for a Altmer to have a last name." saying the last part to the patroness Dervera. when she gave him a funny look at teh last name part.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 25, 2010 14:23:43 GMT -5
Moaana shrugged when the mer seemed to ignore her contemptuous look, though knowing Altmers he was probably making an effort to stay ‘polite’, and silently judging her within. She didn’t see why people couldn’t just tell you when they disliked you; she certainly did. She was, of course, quite far off the mark in her judgement of Aegnor, but there were few who could dissuade her of this point of view.
“Mona,” she said simply, using her most common pseudonym. It tended to get her odd looks, as it was not a typical Dunmer name, but as far as Moaana was concerned if others had a problem with it then others could get their noses out of her business.
She noticed two mers walk in, Dunmers like herself. The male held his cloak over the female, and rather than being perturbed by the rain they were positively giggling. Young lovers, clearly. The two sat at the bar beside them, ordering drinks between bouts of laughter at whatever hilarious anecdote the man had been telling.
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Jul 31, 2010 8:28:49 GMT -5
Aegnor nodded at her name, but turned slightly to see what had her attention. The young lovers, it made his good natured expression faltur. A sad look wormed it's was into his eyes. he turned his attention back to Dervera. "Another drink please" he said while rubbing the bridge of his nose. In all honosty he couldn't afford to be brooding rigth now.
He grabbed the glass she handed back to him and used a incredibly low-grade ice spell to chill the drink. It also gave the glass a interesting frosted look and there were crystalized bits of water along the outside. He mentally sighed sometimes thier was a plus side to being a mage.
he watched the storm clouds turn in the darkened sky. the light flashing and the varying thunder sounds. Aegnor finsihed the last of his food and turned to the young woman who called herself Mona. "so i don't mean to pry but... what brings you here?" gesturing with his hand that he ment the inn.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Aug 5, 2010 3:13:16 GMT -5
Moaana, too, frowned at the young lovers, but for very different reasons than Aegnor. She secretly felt jealous of those with the people skills, which she sadly lacked, for any form of romance. Her scowl deepened as the couple began kissing passionately, and a group of Imperial’s in the corner nudged each other and sniggered. She disliked the stereotype of the flirtatious, even promiscuous young Dunmer woman, which so many of her kind, including her own younger sister Dolsme, seemed so eager to uphold. Of course, she did nothing to dispel the other Dunmer stereotype, i.e. that of the grumpy and easily antagonised, but in her opinion that was neither here nor there.
She was roused from her thoughts by her Altmer acquaintance’s question. She disliked sharing aspects of her life with total strangers, and at last she was in a job which actually justified not doing so, so she flipped the question around. “This is a Dunmer bar. So the question really should be: what brings you here.” She silently thought the same of the sniggering Imperials.
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Aug 5, 2010 8:04:19 GMT -5
Dervera laughed to herself, she acted much the same way to Aegnor when he first showed up here in the middle of last winter, straight from morrowind chasing someone he said. He had such a sad look in his eyes she automatically felt sorry for him but didn’t show it. And as she got to know the Altmer she didn’t pity him, she wished him luckc on his mad search, she knew he would find who he was looking for eventually. She herd the orcs make a motion for more ale and the imperials hailed for her as well. If there was one thing that earned you some respect in cyrodiil was your own inn, everyone needed sleep and warm food… for a bit of coin.
Aegnor just smiled good naturedly as she told him this was a Dunmer bar, and what brought him here. Though the smile didn’t reach his eyes he explained. “I was meeting with a friend from the mage’s guild. We trade information and spells on a regular basis. We were dicussing the levitation ban and how we both didn’t like it.” He paused and thought a moment and decided against it. “I’d show you but I am afraid that I wouldn’t want to deal with the fuss the imperials and the mage’s guild would make.” He made a strange face like he dealt with it before.
“but as it stands” he said finally returning to her question “I like being surrounded by my fellow elves be they Bosmer, Dunmer or Orisimer.” He said with finality. “as it is I am a ‘illegal’ mage I don’t belong to the mage’s guild. I am older than most of the elves I see in cyrodiil. I find it amusing such young ones run things.” Seeing the young lovers reminded him of the two Altmer at the mage’s guild…he needed to find that elf. They reminded him of how long there lives really were and how lonely it does get.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Aug 9, 2010 13:39:17 GMT -5
Moaana shot a look at the bar’s owner when she laughed, but didn’t pursue the matter. She was the first to admit that getting on well with people was hardly her forte, but she knew well enough not to antagonise local people. It would draw too much attention. She’d come in a few times since joining the Brotherhood, though not enough times to be known as a ‘regular’. In fact, she was doing quite a good job at being relatively unknown while not being conspicuously secretive.
She almost laughed herself at the comment about Orcs being fellow elves, though she managed to restrict outward signs of amusement to a smirk and quiet snort of derision. She knew they were technically, but she’d be damned if she was going to be associated with those tusked things. “It seems the mages guild here has as many idiotic rules as back in Morrowind,” she said, comfortable to say this to a self proclaimed ‘illegal’ mage. She remembered how as a Telvanni she’d stuck up her nose at the mages guild and their conventions, but didn’t say so for the sake of remaining vague about her past.
She wondered how old her acquaintance was, to be older than most of the elves in Cyrodil, and was about to ask when she was again distracted by the amorous couple, and the mocking Imperials. As the young girl flirted unashamedly, Moaana could have sworn she heard one of them say “Typical Dunmer wh*re.” She flushed, though with her Dark Elf skin she went more purple than red. She didn’t know who she was angrier with: the human pigs or her ashborn kin inviting their jeers. Eventually, she snapped at the Dunmer girl. It was in their common tongue, but it roughly translates to: ‘Get a room.’ The girl look surprised, then thoroughly ticked off.
“If you have a problem, say it to my face.” she said, in Cyrodilic so everyone could hear it.
Moaana flushed even more, regretting not keeping her mouth shut, and replied “Well do you mind not giving the rest of us a bad name?”
The girl rolled her eyes, and said in a sly voice “You know, my Muthsera always said ‘People who have a problem with romance are either incredibly naive or incredibly screwed up.' And you don’t look naive to me.” Moaana wasn’t sure how to respond to this, so she just grit her teeth, stared forward and said nothing.
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Aug 10, 2010 19:12:47 GMT -5
Aegnor was simply asking for some fruit for dessert, as he was ignoring the couple in questions including the imperials. He had no problems with imperials per say, just most of the guards in the province seem to sit on a high horse. Dervera placed a bowl of various fruits she had in stock at the moment in front of Aegnor. He was about to offer his new found acquaintance some fruit. When he herd her snap at the dunmeri couple, and herd the short argument between the two of them.
He turned around in his stool, and looked the dunmeri woman over with a strange gleam in his eye. “Do not be one to judge, some people wish to be known more than a quick bed partner between the sheets. They might value themselves and another more than such a thing. It does not need to be one who is either naive or screwed up to realize such things”. He took a look at her and shook his head. He had spoken to many elven and non-elven woman and men alike on such a matter. But the young and naive normally are the ones who rush into things. “Mona would you like some dessert?” she gestured to the large bowl of fruit he had purchased. What he hadn’t realized was that the imperial guards didn’t seem to like that he scolded the woman for about to give them a show. And they were plotting away to get at him some how.
“Huh the rain is letting up…” one of the orcs said at the one table.
“Maybe the guild leader will have something for us?” another suggested
“yeah being cooped up in the town is getting boring… maybe some mage needs an escort threw the ruins?” they continued discussing things back and forth about what kind of jobs they could have.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Aug 15, 2010 7:04:21 GMT -5
Moaana was honestly surprised when the Altmer mage stood up for her; normally people picked up right away on her ‘Screw you’ mentality and decided the feeling was mutual. This mer was either unusually patient, or wanted something from her. It was a cynical thought, but from her experience it was better to be cynical and safe than idealistic and either scammed out of all your gold or dead. She felt partially grateful for his intervention, but partially annoyed that she hadn’t been able to find the words first. Guess which emotion showed on her face.
“No,” she said in response to his question about whether or not she wanted a dessert, “and you need not have said that.” In someone else’s mouth it might have come across as a friendly thankyou for the other person’s trouble; in Moaana’s, it just sounded like an accusation.
She eyed the Imperials, grumbling to themselves about elves being such killjoys. She had half a mind to tell them off too, but her common sense prevailed. She needed to stop getting into arguments that she didn’t have the articulacy to win.
((Somewhat short, but hopefully enough to reply to))
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Post by Aegnor on Aug 16, 2010 8:42:03 GMT -5
Aegnor all out laughed at Mona, not in the ‘I am laughing at you in a mean way’. But he was genuinely amused by her attitude and personality; they were a breath of fresh air. He just nodded at her and ate more. It was letting up and he would have to move. And try to get to Chorrol, home awaited him there, though it was empty.
“Do not worry about it, If you hadn’t said anything I would have, you were much nicer than I would have been” As he took a swig of his drink.
He let out a sigh at the grumbling of the guards, it wouldn’t be the first time. He scratched his head, his blonde hair moving. His brow furrowed in agitation, the imperial guards annoyed him he would most likely find trouble or they would instigate it. And he would be thrown in a cell, well if he let them throw him in one, he smirked to himself.
“Mona I have a question? Have you seen an elf say about this tall? With black hair and eyes reminiscent of the color of welkyd stones?” he placed his hand about what height the elf would be in the shorter end of five foot. Whether she had seen him or not wouldn’t change much, people see him but don’t know where he went. He was eve in the same town as him and still didn’t find him… he was starting to have doubts.
((Plenty to reply too, you can but some input as well remember just about anything can happen))
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