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Post by Lucien Lachance on Feb 23, 2010 14:17:46 GMT -5
It was chilly outside. Cheydinhal was overcome with a cold winter breeze. Everything was slow, though there wasn’t any snow on the ground ice built up, and froze any standing water. People were stocking up on food and other items incase the weather got worse. Fort Farragut was heated with a warm fire, and locked up tightly. Lucien Lachance stood over the table in his room. Black Hand robes were warm around his body, hair hanging over his shoulders, his hood was pushed back revealing his face to no one else in the room. He stood over the table covered in bowls and flasks. Inside each were different verities of items. Parts of plants, whole or ground up, same with a few bloody pieces assumable animal, monster or deadra parts.
He reached over and grabbed a handful of dried leaves to put in the bowl he was currently mixing everything up and started to crush them. He seemed fine, but also bored, or something his face was plain void of emotion, perhaps he just had his mind on something else. He paused his work and dusted his hands off before walking toward the desk in the room and glanced over a messy pile of papers. Some were recipes scribbled down quickly in his own hand writing. Others were more neatly written, some other papers were notes and letters, and then others were orders and contracts.
He groaned some shuffling though the papers and let out a small breath, and relaxed his shoulders before brushing some hack back with a sigh. Picking up a note and reading it over, it was his current contract that needed fulfilling. He reached over grabbing his dagger off his desk and tucked it away inside his robes.. Then reached over and tucked the note into his robes as well. Walking back over to the table for a moment he pulled the flask he had mixed some ingredients in and closed it tightly with a cork ad tucked it out of sight as well.
Lastly he pulled his hood up over his head and exited the fort, cold air hitting his face he tugged on the hood some and waked over to Shadowmare. Soon upon his horse he rode away from his heaven. As the night would soon be setting in he wished to get things done and over with soon.
[[OOC: sorry its such a short-crappy post >_<]]
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Feb 24, 2010 12:39:32 GMT -5
Aegnor patiently and slowly used telekinesis to remove the thrown object. he was irritated the bandits that ambushed him caused him to drop the object it was something he was studying. and in all honestly he didn't know if he could wedge it loose unless he did it by hand. he grumbled to himself the bandits were all dealt with that wasn't the hard part. it was the initial surprise that caught him off guard while he was studying.
He rubbed his brow he was not going to give up easily. he pulled his gloves on his hands better and proceeded to climb down a bit being careful all the same. his winter clothing feeling strange to him as he climbed down. he was not used to this cold weather maybe he should venture to Anvil it was warm and coastal there, more like home.
But he hadn't been home in some time. the only reason is becasue it didn't feel like it was home.
"got it..." he said to himself., he placed the small item in his pocket and climbed back up. as he pulled himself up he saw a rare type of flora and got excited. he looked around in his bag he would take it and grow some at his home. and sell it to the Mage's guild he hoped if he could get it to survive in Chorrol. he grabbed a small hand shovel he had made for such an occasions. he then grabbed a pouch from his bag. he had to be careful with the roots they were poisonous.
Aegnor's mouth twitched everyone thought him to be a normal 'flighty' Mer. no he was always interested in poisons and what they do to the body. and strangely it was satisfactory to see the victim of his test there reactions to the poison. and what he loved more is that no one could pin it on him, they all thought some assassin did it or enemy. made him chuckle. he shrugged as the plant was safety wrapped and placed into his bag. well time to get moving, as he walked towards the edge of the mountain slope he checked his boots. he stepped over the edge using his boots to slide down the small mountain side. he would never say thank you to the nords for teaching him that.
Aegnor used one hand to help change his coarse. he always tumbled at the end he could never get it right, he was a Altmer not one of the nimble bosmeri. so all he did was make sure he didn't break or puncture anythign when he picked himself up. Aegnor gently placed his bag in the snow as he started to stumble at the bottom and fell so ungracefully on his face.
"that could have went better at least the nords do the same thing, as they can't figure out how to stop quick enough either. he said as he picked himself up then his bag.
(ooc: meh that's okay this one we get to see a chance of a darker side of Aegnor.... and no joke i love making potions with him...)
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Feb 26, 2010 13:29:23 GMT -5
Lucien rode onward chilly icy air hitting his face, burning even, but he strode on, he wasn’t huge on the cold weather, namely when having to be out in it. But he had a contract to take care of. Everyone else back at his sanctuary seemed unusually busy. Besides this contract had to be taken care of in a special manner…
Riding on he slowed Shadowmare’s pace, and steadily rode on. The horse’s ear flicked slightly at the sound of something or one nearby. Lucien tugged his hood lightly and glanced around out of the corners of his eyes.
He half expected a animal or bandit, but when nothing happened he wondered if it could be little more then nothing at all. Riding slowly ahead he readied his dagger, but also remained calm and collected. He nudged the horse on. Finely with the strangest timing there was something fall out in front of him quite a bit ahead of him.
The horse seemed to get anxious, but Lucien straightened and re assured it before pressing on, he stopped when seeing it was humanoid. Stopping he pulled his horse over and tied her, before stepping off and walking towards the being hand over his dagger, he cloaked himself in an invisibility spell.
[[im sorry......was all i could manage atm. may mod later.]
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Aegnor
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Post by Aegnor on Mar 4, 2010 23:29:08 GMT -5
Aegnor sighed checking the contents of his bag, it was freezing. he needed to get back to Chorrol or Cheydinhal. he pulled back up his hood, while getting his bearings again. coming down from that large hill was interesting. he believed he had gotten lost in the process.
he re adjusted his bag and smelt the cold air, he sniffed again crinkling his nose. he knew he was no bosmer when it came to things but he smelt horse. just thinking about Bosmer made his heart ache he needed to find Camthalion he was in Cyrodiil all questions led to that answer.
he ignored the smell of the horse thinking it just being a imperial legion officer on patrol. not evening bothering to check like normal with a detect life spell. it might reveal his watcher or a small group of bandits up ahead.
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