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Bleak Falls Barrow

Bleak Falls Barrow

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A Khajiit by the name of J'Skar had heard rumor of a lost claw within Bleak Falls Barrow that was made purely of gold. He headed to the local tavern, The Sleeping Giant Inn, and rounded up some willing adventurers to help him conquer Bleak Falls Barrow.

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Dar'Jargo's mind drifted on the Golden Claw. He had heard rumor that it had been stolen by bandits who took it to Bleak Falls Barrow, and was offered a 1,000 Septim reward for retrieving it. As much as he needed the coin, he was but a mere hunter. Dar'Jargo looked at his bow and quiver lying on the ground beside him. Sitting up in his tent, he slid his fingers slowly across his bow with a sigh. Grudgingly he slung his quiver of steel arrows around his back and grabbed his bow. The rain felt cold against his body, forcing him to move quickly down to Riverwood. Carefully he navigated under the trees as to not get wet. Upon reaching Riverwood, he walked under the awnings until he reached the Sleeping Giant Inn. He rested his hand on the door, having second thoughts.

The door slung open, Dar'Jargo standing in it's frame. The music stopped and everyone look to him. He silently shut the door back, looking around the room. The bard murmured something before he continued his song, as did everyone else, a few looking back at him every once and awhile. He walked uneasily towards the counter, the innkeeper giving a look of disgust.

"Does this one serve..." Dar'Jargo looked around the room before quietly asking him, "Milk?" His face turned a bit pale. The innkeeper grinned a little before nodding his head. The Nord bent under the counter before setting the small-sized bottle of milk in front of the Khajiit. Dar'Jargo let out a grin as he handed 5 septims to him.

"MILK DRINKER!" The innkeeper yelled as he smacked the bottle of milk from the counter, spilling it on Dar'Jargo's legs and feet. Everyone turned to examine the scene. A roar of laughter erupted as they watched him stare at his ruined clothes. Turning his attention to the innkeeper, who was crying from laughter, Dar'Jargo leaped over the counter onto the Nord, unsheathing one of his steel daggers and held it to his face. In an instant, the room went dead silent, nothing but the sound of a dropping mug rung throughout the room. Dar'Jargo's expression of anger faded into that of shock when he felt the edge of a razor-sharp blade rest upon his shoulder.

A woman's voice came from behind him. "Pretty sharp, huh?"

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It had to be at least every five minutes that Eleywen wondered about why she was here. In this miserable town in a dingy tavern, sitting on the bench by the firepit...She doubted her decisions. As time went on, she thought she'd be more comfortable without schedule or restraints, without orders. However this new found freedom wasn't freeing at all, rather, it was suffocating her. She couldn't control herself. One day she was spending all her money on fine Black Briar Mead, another she was wallowing in her guilt because she didn't have any way to gain money. Become a mercenary? No way. No one trusted mages, especially ones that came from Winterhold College like her. Maybe if she wasn't a High Elf, she'd have a chance, but no one ever approached her.

She still looked like she was in the Thalmor, after all that time of being away from them. Her armor was the same, she kept it from her time being there. Just being an Altmer, most people assumed she was part of their embassy. Eleywen didn't have any partners. No lovers, no friends, no acquaintances. She was completely alone, she hadn't even spoken to her parents for years. They probably still thought she was in the army.

Eleywen raised her mug, taking a sip of the rich and bitter mead within. She knew she couldn't afford it, but she had to keep up appearances. What would people think if they saw a High Elf, the purest of all races, sipping on cheap ale? They'd laugh and scoff at her, wondering why a race so high up was down in the dirt with no coin. She'd never let that happen. She needed to appear regular to the general public. Taking another sip, she stared down at the fire, watching the flames dance in the air, their colours cascading across her golden skin, giving it a warm glow.

The door opened. Cold air rushed in, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin. However her stare did not waver, and she continued looking ahead into the fire, mug of mead still grasped in one hand. The newcomer stepped over to the bar, taking a seat and muttering something to the bartender. At this point, Eleywen was no longer interested, and stopped focusing her attention on their sounds. Although her eyes betrayed her, and she spared a glance upwards. A Khajiit. She nearly looked away again, though the sight was slightly odd. She wasn't used to seeing them inside of buildings, unless they were working in the Inn. Most beast races were looked down upon when they walked into shops or taverns. In fact, most of the people inside seemed to be casting sideways glances at this cat, trying not to appear too fixed on it.

The Altmer looked away again once more, drinking the last bit of her mead. Time to get some more. She reached into the small pouch attached to the belt around her armor, reaching in and taking out a few coins. This was her last little bit. She'd have to go do some little errands for the Arch Mage at Winterhold to get another small sum.

With a quiet sigh, she rose to her feet, leaving the mug on the bench in her spot. She began towards the bar, coins in hand, ready to buy another expensive drink.

Suddenly, a loud voice pierced through the air. Eleywen's muscles tensed at the sound, and she dropped everything in her hand. Her septims clattered to the ground, a few slipping between the cracks in the hardwood floor. Her eyes followed their glimmering shapes, and dread suddenly filled her. That idiot! Scaring her, making her drop the last bit of her money. She reached for the ground to grab the few that hadn't disappeared, when she heard footsteps near her. The tavern erupted into silence, so thick, almost as if you could cut it with a knife. The Altmer looked up from her crouched position, staring up at the woman near the bar, her sword on the shoulder of the Khajiit that was once sitting down.

"Pretty sharp, huh?" She heard the woman say. She could identify her race just by how she spoke. Nord. Hate filled Eleywen, and she rose up again to her full Altmer height, towering over most of the people that were around her. She usually did not defend the beast races, and she let them do her own thing without thinking about them. However, she was mad. She just lost her last coin. This stupid woman was antagonizing a Khajiit who had only attacked the Inn owner. Truth be told, she didn't like the owner much. He always looked at her weirdly. This cat was doing something she had always wanted to do to the owner.

Staring down at the woman just a few feet from her, she extended an arm, holding out her open hand. Flames suddenly burst in her palm, the heat of the fire spell warming the air around her hand. A few gasps of surprise could be heard around. Not many people were used to magic in a place like Riverwood.

"You'll step away from that cat if you know what's good for you." Eleywen hissed, her amber eyes flashing.

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Marinda could hear the crackling of the fire behind her. Looking down at the Khajiit, he was looking back at the two in horror. Dead silence. She slid her sword slowly off of Dar'Jargo's shoulder-plate, leaving a small a slit in it. Turning around slowly, she examined the Altmer holding the flame towards her.

It was hard for her to try and not tilt her head up, but still look her in the face. Slowly she stood on her tip-toes, trying to equal her height, but still not coming close to the Altmer's. Only now did she realize she wore Thalmor armor. She could feel the rage build up inside of her, tightening her grip on her sword and shield. She ignored the sound of a man's scream followed by the opening and slamming of a door.

"You..." Her voice began to rise into a shout "THALMOR BITCH!" Marinda swung at her with her sword. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU-" she swung again, "THINK YOU ARE?" She rose her shield above her head, expecting the Altmer to engulf her in flames. She unexpectedly thumps face-first into the ground as pain shoots through her lower-leg

She lets out a scream of pain,"YOU PIECE OF FURRY SHIT!" Scrambling to get up, she instead thrashes violently at both the Altmer's and Khajiit's feet when she fails to get up. The Khajiit backs away from her, watching her thrash violently on the floor.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU!" Grabbing the back of the arrow, her face tightens as she tries to yank it out of her foot. The sound of screaming is heard as the arrow shaft breaks away, leaving the head lodged in her foot. Despite the horrible pain in the lower half of her leg, she tosses the broken arrow at the Khajiit. Looking back down at her foot, she could see the puddle of blood forming from her oozing wound. Her left leg begins to tense up, leaving her immobile in front of the Altmer and Khajiit.
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Dar'Jargo




Turning his head around, time seemed to freeze at the sight of the female Nord standing above him, and an Altmer behind her. Shocked to hear the Altmer defend him, he pauses, unsure of what to do. The small Nordic woman backs off of him, facing the Altmer woman. Dar'Jargo could feel the Innkeeper squirm under him, trying to escape. He slowly gets up and watches as male Nord run out the door.

"You... THALMOR BITCH" His attention quickly goes back to the Nord as she swings at the Elf. He now noticed that she bears the Thalmor armor also. Dar'Jargo's curiosity of why a Thalmor is here is short-lived when the Nord swings again, shouting something that he cannot make out. Unsheathing his bow, he grabs an arrow, nocking it. Quickly he draws his bow when the Nord raises her shield, aiming for her leg. He miss-aims, hitting the back of her heel instead.

Dar'Jargo smirks as she lands face-first onto the floor with a loud thump. Gargled by her pain, she screams at him. Darting back as she thrashes on the floor, he watches as she yells insults and death threats. He is taken by surprise when she grabs at the arrow and tries to pull it out. Looking back to the Thalmor in disbelief, his attention is soon put back on the nord as the crack of his arrow is heard. He flinches as the arrow's shaft hurls towards him.

He stares at her, holding her leg in pain, blood oozing from her stiffened leg. Strangely, he can feel only pity for her.

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Eleywen Silinor


She should have known her armor would attract attention, especially to a Nord. However her emotions had just taken charge, and she could hardly think before acting. A man's shout echoed out in the small building, and she turned her head to watch the door open and shut as someone ran out.

Then the first blow came. She had turned back to focus on the Nord woman in front of her, only to see a shimmering sword coming down towards her. Eleywen struggled to create a quick ward as defense, though she was only allowed a split second, and it turned out weak. The sword fell through, slamming into her shoulder, only slightly weaker than it would have been without her ward. The elf let out a quiet cry, and her spirits were weakened, though her anger was fueled. She didn't focus on the pain. There was a new affliction in her armor, though her worries didn't last long.

Eleywen stood up straight again, only to see the sword coming at her once more, accompanied by the fierce cries of the Nord woman. She swerved out of the way, just barely, feeling the edge of the blade graze her arm. It was then that she had time to attack. A steady line of flames burst from her open hand, though the Nord had anticipated her attack, and raised her shield. The fire only scorched the hide of the shield, leaving a dark mark. She prepared herself for another attack, and tensed her body to be ready, though the woman only collapsed in front of her.

The Altmer looked around her suddenly, dumbfounded, until she met the brief gaze of the Khajiit, who had a bow out, and a quiver of arrows on his back. Eleywen focused down on the warrior on the ground in front of her, clutching the back of her lower calf. Her words were loud, filled with anger and ferocity, though they were laced with pain. She was obviously stunned by the attack, which only made the suffering worse.

Her eyes followed as the broken end of the arrow's shaft was tossed towards the Khajiit in a feeble attempt to do something to her foes. Eleywen subdued the fire spell, and seeing the bleeding wound, her healing instinct began to take over. Of course, that anger was still there. She wasn't doing anything for free here.

The tall Altmer bent down to the Nord's crouching height, though she was still looking down at her. She brushed a lock of her dark burgundy hair behind one ear, and smiled grimly.

"I'll make you a deal, Stormcloak." She started, looking down at the woman's bleeding leg.

"I don't know if you noticed, but I lost a few septims just before this little fight. Dropped them right through the floorboards. I'll heal you, in exchange for a few coins, alright?" Eleywen's hands hovered over the injury. The arrow head was still stuck in her foot, though the broken end of the arrow shaft poked out a bit, just enough for her to grab. Couldn't heal a wound with something still stuck inside.

"I'm doing this..." Eleywen grasped the end of the splintered arrow.

"out of the kindness..." She readied her healing spell in her left hand, right hand grasping the arrow.

"of my heart." She yanked the rest of the arrow from the woman's foot, letting out a quiet grunt of exertion. This was probably causing some extreme pain, and for a brief moment, she felt guilty. She reminded herself though that the Nord had brought it upon herself. With her left hand, the Altmer let the rush of healing energy surge from her. She couldn't see the woman's skin, though in just a few seconds, she knew that the wound was closed, and fully healed.

And then, she cast a self-healing spell on herself, after feeling the aching pain in her collarbone. Eleywen tossed the bloodied arrow bit aside on the ground, standing up to her full height. She held out her hand, though it wasn't to help the woman up, rather, gesture for the money that was now owed to her. High Elves usually weren't this stingy on coin, she hoped the woman wouldn't notice her odd behavior.

Her eyes wandered over to the Khajiit, mostly to check and see if he was still there. Most of the people in the inn had left, and the owner was nowhere in sight, probably hiding in the back somewhere.

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Marinda looked at her newly healed foot. She could wiggle her toes and move her leg again. Looking up at the Thalmor, the fireplace illuminated her, casting a dark shadow over Marinda. Why would she do that? She as hell wouldn't pay her, not much atleast. Grabbing her hand, she gripped onto it tightly, shaking it.

"Thanks." She said with a sincere grin, before wobbling to her feet. "Best fight I've had in years." It was empty... the entire inn was empty. All that was left was a bloodied nord, a Thalmor, and a Khajiit covered in milk. I'm sure this will be easy to explain to the guards. Looking back over to the Khajiit, she complimented his aim.

"Dar'Jargo is confused, why are you so happy?" The Khajiit inquired to the nord, raising an eyebrow.

"Because," Marinda paused for a moment, taking out her coin pouch. "I've longed for another adventure, another fight at the very least. And I got one." She emptied 5 rusty septims into her hand, offering them to the Thalmor.

"Is that so?" He looked at the nord with excitement burning in his eyes.


Dar'Jargo



Dar'Jargo's tail thumped the floor excitedly, he may have found someone to take with him to Bleak Falls Barrow. He examined the pair, the Thalmor would be very useful, as she is a magic wielder, she seems to be very good at healing too. And the nord, pure brute strength, she could wipe away the enemies with ease... yes, its all coming together. And Dar'Jargo, his wits could get them to the claw in no time!

His train of thought was derailed when the Innkeeper came running in with a couple of guards. "Everyone, out of my Inn! Now! Or I'll have them force you out!" he wailed to the odd three.

"Perhaps we can continue talking outside, yes?" Dar'Jargo said merely as he waltzed to the door with a grin on his face.

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Eleywen helped up the Nord regretfully. Some part of her was expecting the woman to lash out again, another part of her was just hoping she would get up, give her a few coins, and leave. Neither of those things happened. Rather, the woman thanked her for the battle. Typical response? Definitely not. Though now that she thought about it, this was probably typical for a battle-worn Nord. They just loved to fight, didn't they?

The Elf narrowed her eyes in confusion, turning her head to look at the inn around her. No one was left. Half filled mugs rested on the tables, grilled food partly eaten abandoned on the plates. The crackling of the fire now seemed much louder, since the murmur of conversation amongst people was gone. The door was partially open, letting in the cold air. The pattering of the rain could be heard outside, though it had become a bit less heavy compared to earlier that day. Only the three of them were left. Someone probably ran out to fetch the guards, thinking that some huge battle between a mage, thief, and warrior was raging inside right now. She suddenly felt panicked. Would the guards report this problem to her superiors? Would her general hear about this? It took a few seconds for her to remember that she was not part of them anymore.

She shook her head slowly, focusing back into the current conversation. She snatched the five old coins from the woman, slipping them into her empty pouch around her waist. Her eyes wandered over to the Khajiit, wary of his reputation. If he had good aim, he probably had nimble fingers as well. What if he tried to take her gold, thinking she was just like any other High Elf? Rich and with more money than she knew what to do with. Eleywen brushed away the worry, trying not to focus on it too much. If that cat did try anything, she'd fry his fur.

He seemed to be looking at her though. Eleywen raised an eyebrow, watching as his gaze shifted to the Nord next to her. What was he thinking? Why was he looking at them like that? She parted her lips, about to inquire, however the parade of heavy footsteps interrupted her speech. The Innkeeper had finally turned, and with a barrage of guards alongside him.

"Everyone, out of my Inn! Now! Or I'll have them force you out!" He shouted to them all. The few guards around him had their hands by their weapons. Eleywen tensed, about to defend herself, yet the cat stepped forward. He walked towards the door nonchalantly, as if nothing was bothering him, and asked for them to follow. Eleywen bit her lower lip with nervousness, remembering the armor she was still wearing. She pulled her hood up suddenly, casting a shadow over her face, and followed the Khajiit quickly, checking over her shoulder to see if the Nord was following.

Once outside, she wandered towards the edge of the balcony, leaning by the railing. Her hands overtop of it, she looked around at the few people passing by. The Altmer looked behind her at the Khajiit, then turned again, watching the rain fall ahead.

"So, what do you want cat?" She asked, her voice having a sour tone to it. Usually, she wouldn't stand for this type of stuff. She'd claim self defense to the guards, and have both the cat and the Nord charged, perhaps even arrested. However, she was curious about what this animal had to say to both of them. He was planning something, she could tell by the glint in his eyes.

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Dar'Jargo leaned against the wall next to the door, the Nord coming out muttering to herself. How would he tell them? He would have to be careful, the Thalmor are clever, and do not tend to give away their trust easily.

"First of all, my name is, Dar'Jargo." He looked out into the rain, shuttering a little. "I wish to make a proposition, of sorts. Khajiit has heard a rumor of a pure golden claw that was stolen from the shop keeper. He was willing to give Dar'Jargo quite a sum of money to return it to him." He inched closer to the edge of the awning, trying his best to not get wet. Staying a couple of inches away from the edge, he pointed out towards the mountain.

"There. That is where the thieves took the claw." He lowered his arm, shaking it in attempt to get all the water off before stepping back beside the wall. "And Khajiit wandered, how would a hunter like himself make it through there alone? He is not mighty..." By now he expected them to know where this was going, so he spent no more time explaining. "Dar'Jargo will split the gold between us, if these ones are willing to help him." He looked at the two, awaiting a response.


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Marinda watched as the Cat and the Thalmor walk out the door. With a sigh she walked out the door. She had fun... but now was the time to head back home. Or so, she thought... "First of all, my name is, Dar'Jargo. I wish to make a proposition." She froze in her tracks, turning around to face Dar'Jargo. She waited for him to explain, however she didn't think she would care for what he had to offer... not necessarily because she didn't like the couple, but because it would give her a bad reputation to go do something for a khajiit alongside a Thalmor. Wait a second, bandits, treasure, mystery? An adventure...

Without a second thought, she tossed her hand up in the air, "I'll come, you two have proven your mettle, I would be honored to go on your, uh... quest." With this she rubbed the back of her neck. slightly embarrassed. She hopes the guards didn't hear this from her. The cat grinned,"And this one?" He turned to the Thalmor, as did Marinda, both of them awaiting an answer.

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The cat started talking about a proposition. Eleywen sighed deeply to herself, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Never enter a plan with a scheming Khajiit, or other beast. Who knows what could happen? She remembered hearing a story about how someone, desperate for coin, had agreed to help an Argonian take some supplies up from the docks, and was then ambushed by a whole bunch of them, completely robbed of anything valuable. At the thought of this story, she shivered slightly, though that also could have been because of the chilly air. Her eyes followed the motions of the Khajiit, and she leaned forward slightly against the railing and into the rain to stare up at the mountain.

Tall masses of stone formed a sort of pattern above, like archways that probably lead to the cave that winded deep inside the mountain. What types of people were up there? Probably a bunch of bandits and feral animals taking refuge from the harsh winds and snow. They would be hostile if anyone unknown showed up on their territory, and attack probably right away. Of course, imagine what was being guarded inside...gold, gems, precious jewelry, rare ingredients she could use for her alchemy. The thought of everything that was there was terrific.

She realized she had zoned out, and quickly refocused, watching the Khajiit once again. He was willing to split the money. Eleywen was about to cave in, she would have said yes right away, but rather than speaking for thinking like usual, she refrained from doing so. Would he really split it? What if this cat planned to keep it all for himself, killing the two while they were sleeping or something? She'd have to stay awake most of the night, if they had to stay a night, to avoid that, or put a few fire runes around her at all times. He could just be saying he was a hunter to remove suspicion from him. What if he was part of one of those miserable, underground guilds?

And the Nord...she said she only wanted an adventure once again, but she had a bad temper. Eleywen wasn't sure if traveling with her was exactly the smartest thing to do. They might get into another fight again. And being around someone like her was bad enough. By Akatosh, what would people think if they saw a Thalmor traveling with a thief and a Stormcloak? Hopefully the trip up the mountain wouldn't have any people alongside it, lest they see her with these two.

"And this one?"

Eleywen looked up suddenly at the sound of the cat's voice. She didn't respond right away however. She crossed her arms over her chest, examining them, thoughts running through her mind. After about a minute, she let out a quiet breath, unfolding her arms.

"I'll go. But listen..." She turned to look at Dar'Jargo grimly.

"If you try anything, I'll have you sent for Thalmor interrogation, and you'll never see the light of day again." Her words were harsh, and not entirely true. She didn't have control within the embassy anymore, however the threat was hopefully enough to instill fear in them.

"And you," The Altmer turned to the Nord.

"I'll notify the embassy of a newly found Talos worshiper and have a whole army sent after you, if you try to pull anything on me."

With that, she forced a small grin, and glanced up to the mountaintop once again.

"My name is Eleywen, by the way. Don't give me any nicknames."

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Alice walked to the archway of Riverwood, with a two bags slung over her shoulders, one was bloody, her armour was fur, her steel dagger only poking out from her belt of leather and her hunting bow and steel arrows on her back underneath the bags. Her hair chocolaty brown as well as her eyes, but her eyes also had a caramel swirl of colour in them too, but her hair was long, shoulder length with braids and feathers decorating her hair nicely.

She'd walk to the Sleeping Inn door noting a Altmer, Nord and khajiit talking to one another, a odd site even for her. She'd walk on into the Inn without anymore gazes to them three and walked up to the counter and emptied the bloody bag's contents, which was meat, deer to be accurate.

Orgnar looked to the counter, it was red stained from the many visits from Alice, this was how she gained coin, hunting. He'd smile to her as he finished cleaning a mug, hanging it on a hook at the back of the bar next to dried herbs then went to the bloody part of the counter to check the meat. ''These are good, this one here is big too, no tearing either. Thanks.'' He'd say as he finished checking the meat for quality and cleaning his bloody hands then he'd pass the pouch of coin to Alice with a warm smile, she was liked in Riverwood afterall she was one how gathered the meat and herbs needed for medicine and food and besides she was a helpful Bosmer, just like Faendal.

Alice would nod to Orgnar as she took the pouch of coin and slide it into supply bag. ''How much this time?''

Orgnar would make a amused sound with a grin. ''250 septims. More than last time Alice.'' Alice would tilt her head. ''That is too much and you know it, I may be good at hunting without poison but still...'' Orgnar would shake his head, his eyes closed with dark circles of tiredness under them and he would sigh. ''I thought you'd say that but I can't take it back, everyone pitched into the sum of septims for you Alice. You know you are welcome here....w-why don't you just stay for a while, have a drink...relax?''

Alice would blush a bit from Orgnar's words then smile warmly to him for a moment before getting ready to leave again. ''I know..I know...I just...'' Orgnar would nod. ''Yeah, I know...see you around Alice, be safe right? We as people depend on your produce. And...everyone would miss you.''

Alice would start walking to the door and wave to Orgnar and the others would wave to her saying their own goodbyes to her. As she exited the Inn and closed the door she sighed, pulling her fur hood up to hide her obvious youthful complexion and she'd look back at the three still talking for a moment before walking across the bridge towards Bleak Falls Barrow, her bow out for safety, she knew bandits liked these snow capped areas.

She'd crouch and sneak by the bandits in the distance at the broken tower and went straight to the ruin and continued to sneak up the icy steps of the ruin just to be struck in the face by a snowy boot from a bandit. ''Hey....a elf! What's a pretty face like yours doing here?''

Two other bandits came to her and laughed, they drew their weapons of choice but before they knew it or at least the bandit with their boot on her throat she unsheathed her steel dagger and stabbed it in the side of his ankle to which he fell and screamed at her in pain. ''You pointed eared bitch!'' She'd then roll to him and stab him in the neck then as she backed away from the body she got shot by a arrow in the side of her stomach and groaned in pain as she without pause shot the bandit archer in the chest.

In pain she'd breath heavy as she was about to pull the arrow from her stomach the last bandit at the entrance of Bleak Falls Barrow struck her with a sword to which she blocked by putting her bow in front of her and he'd press her without struggle to final push her to the ground, snapping the wooden part of the arrow leaving the head in the side of her stomach which made her wince in pain. ''You bitch will know pain before you die.'' He'd cackle before going wide eyed as she stabbed him in the chest with her dagger and pushed him to the side of her, holding her side breathing heavily as she forced herself up. ''You forgot I had a dagger..'' She'd then start looting coin, arrows, crafting materials of the corpses then finally sheathed all her weapons and sighed....''This better be worth it...'' She'd groan out still holding the side of her stomach with a bloody hand as she went into the ruin's wide nordic doors.

As she came into what seemed like a main hall despite it's age and ruin she heard voices, crouching slowly silencing her pain by biting her bottom lip then slowly crept closer and saw two other bandits and one was dead near her and to the point of sight the bandit must of died by sceevers and so she without hesitation drew her bow and with two quick shots and a cry of pain she shot the two unaware bandits dead. Blood however oozed out more and she sheathed her bow again holding her stomach. ''I have to refrain from conflict....damn, the bandit got me good....not unexpected from a Bosmer like myself..'' She'd then force herself up and once again looted the bandits for valuables and resources then headed deeper slowly refraining from combat with stealth.

A blood trail showing her root.....

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Well, he did it... even as a beast race, he has overcome the odds and is now being followed by a Thalmor agent, and a Nordic warrior. "Of course, Elewyen." He said with a nod, looking back at the rain, raising his hood. "We should hurry, before it picks back up, yes?" With that, he darted into the rain, and across the bridge.

As the odd three trekked up the mountain, he couldn't help but wonder what treasures lied withing Bleak Falls Barrow, aside from the claw. Perhaps a new bow? Maybe. Hopefully, his current one was worn down, so was his arrows. But his bow was more important. Turning his mind back to the the path, he kept an eye out for any deer or wolves that he could kill and sell their pelts. He grinned at the idea of massacring animals with a new bow. Coming up a rocky hill, he noticed a small fortress on the slope of the mountain.

Holding his arm up in a fist, he pointed to the half-ruined tower, "Shh..." he hissed, drawing his bow. Looking at the fortress, there seemed to be two of them patrolling outside, one on a small bridge leading into the tower, the other leaning against a tree. He grabbed an arrow from his quiver, aiming it carefully at the one on the bridge.

Thump. Dar'Jargo chuckled as the bandit rolled over the bridge and down the mountain, as the bandit by the tree panicked, drawing his war-hammer and started screaming death-threats at the sky. As the humor began to die off, he was pushed over into the snow by Marinda, who ran screaming at the bandit with her sword drawn, raised and ready to strike the frightened bandit.

Dar'Jargo was surprised to see her decapitate the bandit with one-steady strike. This made him curious, considering how badly she aimed at the Thalmor at the inn... but this curiosity was short-lived when he noticed a bandit in full iron-armor rush from the bridge. He could not draw his bow soon enough. The bandit was already on her, hacking at her with her axe.

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Marinda, her foot still a bit sore, didn't bother running after the Khajiit, instead she lumbered along following his foot-prints left in the mud. She didn't bother to pay much attention to the Thalmor, still rather angry at her... but she began questioning her authority... Why would a Thalmor be in Riverwood, wanting money from her so bad? It didn't seem to add up, considering she was of the purest races, though, Marinda would rather die than to admit that she was. Looking up at the mountain, she could no longer see the cat, wandering if he might actually be along with some bandits in the mountains... she hadn't heard of any claw, or seen the cat in the tavern before, for that matter.

She had only now began up the mountain, following the foot-prints in the snow, when she noticed the khajiit readying his bow. Action. A fight. Something was happening... She drew her sword, waiting for a signal. She watched as Dar'Jargo shot the arrow out into the thick snow, out of her range of sight. She could here the bandit begin screaming, this was her Que. Miranda readied her shield and raised her sword, ramming past the cat and running into the thick snow. She bellowed the best Nordic battle cry she could, seeing the bandit's silhouette in the distance. The bandit had fear in his eyes, he could only watch as her sword cut like butter through his neck.

She knew that all that grinding on the blade would pay off. Letting out a small laugh, she turned to signal the death of the bandit to the Thalmor and the Khajiit, when she was plunged into the snow full-forced with an axe. Struggling to get away from the bandit who was slashing at her. The bandit must have realized this, as she used her wits to back her up onto the cliff. She had a choice, either let the bandit marauder kill her hten and there, or back off the cliff that was only a mere 10 feet away from her.

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Eleywen almost regretted it instantly afterwards, as she watched the Khajiit run off into the falling rain. All she had to do though was remind herself of all the amazing things that could be inside the Bleak Falls Barrow...she wouldn't have to worry about running out of coin for years! And even more, imagine what sort of Spell Tomes could be inside. She could learn so much just from this one journey, imagine what the people at the college would think. The elf smiled weakly, and followed behind both the Khajiit and Nord, ready for anything that would come at her. She hadn't used any of her destruction magic for a long time, not since her days in the Thalmor. She was almost...excited.

Though she wouldn't let them know that.

As they ventured up the mountain, the rain soon turned to sleet, and then shifted to snow. She felt chilled right down to the bone, and instantly was reminded of her original home in the Summerset Isles. It was probably sunny there. Warm, with just a bit of a cool breeze blowing through the tall green grass and leafy trees...The elf looked around her. Only dead and bare trees lined the landscape, along with a few camps every now and then. She wondered briefly how many people had tried to enter this place before, only to be overcome by bandits or giant skeevers. The Altmer shivered to herself, pulling up her hood a bit further, struggling to stay warm. She wasn't adapted to this weather, unlike the Khajiit with fur, and the Nord who was born and lived here all her life.

It felt like they had been walking forever, when finally she saw the stones structure just a bit further in the distance. Right as she way about to speak of her relief, Dar'Jargo hushed them quietly, drawing his bow. Eleywen crouched down slightly on instinct, her hands open and ready if any bandit was about to come near her. She was about to ready her shock spell, though stopped mid-preperation, watching the Khajiit send an arrow off towards the bandit standing on a tiny stone bridge. It hit with deadly accuracy, the man tumbling down to the ground and eventually off the face of the mountain. Eleywen watched, stunned, and a small smile came to her face. It reminded her of the time when they had a Stormcloak hostage out by Solitude...

Her thoughts were interrupted as the Nord rushed forward, sword in hand, toward the other bandit. The Altmer watched attentively, frowning at the sound of her loud battle cry. Had they already picked off both the bandits? She watched as the Nord decapitated the final one, and grimaced slightly at the brutality of it. Blood stained the white snow, and she realized that if she wanted to do something, she'd have to step forward a bit rather than lagging behind.

She took a single movement forward, squinting to look through the snow, and noticed a new shape running towards the warrior woman. It all happened too quickly for to respond, and soon, the bandit in full armor was upon her, slashing with as much force as he could with his axe. It only took a second for Eleywen to respond. Fire wouldn't work, but...electricity would.

Her range was good enough for this, and she readied her spell in both hands. She was only intermediate in destruction, as opposed to her expertise in restoration, however this would be powerful enough to get rid of just a single bandit. The Altmer pressed both her hands together, merging both into a single powerful spell, and unleashed it upon the bandit, just before the Nord was about to step off the back of the cliff. The area around her brightened from the shock of her spell, the electricity dancing in the air for a split second before plunging towards the bandit.

She heard him shout in pain for a few seconds, his body convulsing and twitching in place, his grip loosening on his axe. The weapon tumbled off the edge of the cliff, and his body collapsed to the snow, making a few more sudden movements, and becoming still once again. The Altmer placed her hands by her side again, letting out a strangled breath she had been holding in anticipation.

"I...haven't done that in awhile." She said quietly, letting out a quiet chuckle. That had been a bit more than she expected, and a lot louder too, sounding like a storm was raging above them. She made a mental not to herself not to do that inside the ruins, or they might cave in on all of them.

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Removing his fingers from his ears and letting his tensed muscle relax, he looked to the Thalmor with a shocked gaze. What if she did that while they we're in the ruins? Surely as old as they are they would cave on them... He would have to keep a close eye on her. He walked on to the nord, wondering if she herself might have been hit by the ear-ringing shock.

He neared her, to notice that she was laughing. Dar'Jargo figured it would be best to just let her have her, uh... 'moment'. Her laugh went silent with a cough. "We should continue..." The Nord turned serious once more, following after the Khajiit. His heart raced, he could see the ruins just up ahead. His tail began to wag slightly, unknowingly at first.

"What do you think we'll find in-" He stopped dead in his track. A large staircase that led up to the ruins lied before them. It was impressively large, and there was several arcs above the main platform. "in there..." He finished his statement, not actually listening to what they had to say, still in awe by the large ruin. Without thinking of a danger, he walked up the icy steps, hypnotized by the beauty.

That's when he saw them... corpses. Three corpses lie on the main platform, bloodied and covered partially in snow. Bending down, her rubbed his fingers in the sticky blood. "It's fresh..." Standing once more, he looked back at the two, still in shock. "Someone is here." He unsheathed his bow, grabbing an arrow, loosely placing it on the arrow nock. "Stay cautioned." Examining the corpses, he noticed a splotch of blood, to far away to have been from a body.

He didn't tell the other two, hoping to impress them later when he found the culprit. "Dar'Jargo suggests we continue onward." He continued to the large decorative iron doors, using both hands to push them open.

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Holding her ears, it felt as if tiny bells where being violently shook in her eardrum. She opened her eyes, and began to laugh. A Thalmor, saving a Stormcloak... it was laughable. She began to doubt she was even here, for all she knows she's shit-faced drunk back in the tavern.

Realizing the cat was staring at her, she quickly stopped laughing,"We should continue." She cleared her throat, following after him again. She began to wonder what the ruins even looked like, she never had gave it much thought before."What do you think we'll find in-" Nearly bumping into Dar'Jargo, she followed his gaze to Bleak Falls Barrow.

True nord craftsmanship... she grinned happily at the thought of her ancestors laboring day and night to build this now-crumbling temple. "It's amazing" Again, she almost bumped into the cat as they we're walking up the frozen steps. Before she shoved him to continue, she saw what he was staring at. Someone had killed the bandits... or something. The cat, informing them that someone had just recently killed the bandits, he looked around before continuing to the iron doors. She followed after him ,not taking her gaze off the bloody pile of bandits until they we're inside.

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Alice struggle to continue to walk, her pace getting slower and slower, only determination and adrenaline was keeping her moving as blood continued to ooze from the arrow wound on the side of her stomach which she held with one hand and the other held her steel dagger with clumsy grip, her strength was ebbing away and she knew it. But the claw. She wanted it. As much as she disliked her greed and others for having it she just couldn't turn away a opportunity to gain coin to get better supplies, better crafting equipment.....she wanted that call and she was not turning back not now, not when she was almost there.

She walked through the old hallways, vines and woodland creeping in from the cracks to the outside, the light from outside illuminated the intertwining halls then she walked to see a bigger room and a bandit was there and she got to the floor whining in pain and started to sneak behind him, the plan, execute him before he noticed her but then he stopped, pulling a lever only to be jabbed with a dozen of poisonous bolts. ''Trap!'' She'd shout, rolling away from the afflicted area only to lie there on the floor panting, she could feel her heart pumping at her neck and she was going pale from the lose of blood but this she did not know, only that she was losing blood.

She'd force herself back her leaving a small pool of blood in her wake and refrain from looking at her wound she knew she wouldn't like it and she didn't need to worry more about it.

She'd then look around the room more to see the slabs of carved stone then rotatable stones with the same images. She'd then nod her head and go tot he stones and put them in the right order. Eagle, Fish then Snake. then slowly walked to the lever and pulled it and so the large gate opened with a creek as the rusted iron scrapped the stone wall incasing it but before going forward she when to the bandit and looted anything off him......

That was when she found it, the golden claw and she smiled. ''I...I found it...by talos, I found it.'' She'd smile weakly, sighing in relief, but sweat started to form on her brow and she was not suffering with the blood lose, her vision started to blur and she turned to see a stone table with a urn and a old wooden stair case that circle to lower ground she'd start walking to the table, she needed to rest only for her vision to fade to back....

She hit the floor, she was breathing shallowly, her dagger to the side of her, her hand no longer grasping it and her bloody hand to the other side of her, she was on her stomach and the pressure only made the wound bleed more and the arrow head to seep further into it making the blood ooze out of her faster to which it did, a small pool of blood started to form at the left side of her, where the wound was....

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The Nord began to fall into a maniacal laughter, and Eleywen stared with a questioning look, glancing back and forth between her and the cat. He seemed to be just as confused as she was, and she watched until the woman stopped her laughing fit. She suggested they continued on, and the Altmer only nodded in the slightest, following the two as they moved ahead. Her attention was focused upwards, watching as they neared the tall stone structure in the distance. The wind had calmed down, the snow falling gently to the ground in light flakes, some strays landing on her skin and melting in an instant. Her golden skin had taken on a pale gray hue due to the cold, and she felt nearly ashamed of that, holding her hood up over her head to shadow her face.

Eleywen watched as they approached the ruins, and she honestly was impressed by the structure and it's magnificence. However, she wasn't as struck as the Nord and Khajiit, who stared in wonder and awe. The elf scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. If they wanted to see something impressive, they should see the temples built in the Summerset Isles by her ancestors. Now that was something. She waited impatiently for the two to regain their focus, and let out a quiet sigh of relief when they decided to finally move onwards.

They began up the steps to the platform, and she followed behind quickly, anxious to get inside and see what was within. The Khajiit suddenly stopped though, hunched over something, and the Nord did too. Eleywen's arm brushed the Stormcloak's by accident, and she reeled backwards, as if disgusted by the minimal contact that had accidentally come between them. Leaning forward slightly, she caught sight of what the cat was examining. Three corpses lay on the stone, covered in a thin layer of snow, smeared with blood.

"It's fresh..." The cat mumbled, drawing his bow. The Altmer raised a single eyebrow, hugging her own body a bit tighter, partially due to the cold, though also for the sense of protection. The bodies didn't look too mangled...if it had been an animal, they would have been dragged off somewhere, or nothing but a pile of bones and armor. Had someone else come through earlier on?

They stepped towards the doors, and the Khajiit began to push them open. Eleywen turned around, pulling her arms away from her body. Focusing on the ground just a few steps behind them, she conjured a strong fire rune on the ground. It was a large circle, appearing engraved in the stone. Various symbols and ancient languages filled the circle, all surrounding a symbol that stood for none other than 'fire'. If anyone stepped on it, they would be set ablaze and blown back by the power of it. She felt extremely drained afterwards, it took up a large amount of her magicka, though it was for the best. If any bandits were left outside, and tried to come back into the barrow, they would be killed.

Afterwards she turned around, staring inside as the doors were opened. She stepped past the Khajiit and into the ruins, looking around with a studious look on her face. Part of the ceiling was collapsed in the far right corner, the dim light from outside pouring in, illuminating an edge of the ruin. Stone beams and pillars held up the ceiling, though showed signs of eroding and slight destruction. What appeared to be some sort of rock coffin sat alone on a slightly raised floor, untouched. Far at the end of the room, where a small opening was, there lay a weak fire with a single bedroll beside it, and a crate with some sort of dinner set up on top of it. It probably belonged to a bandit, though there wasn't one inside. Perhaps it was one of the ones they fought off outdoors?

She began forward slowly, waiting for the Khajiit to take lead again. She'd rather not be in front. What if someone attacked them? She didn't want to be the first person they'd see and slash at...she'd rather the cat be in danger.

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Looking around at the caved in walls and crumbling pillars, Dar'Jargo began to question the safety of the structure. This made him again think of the Thalmor's magic. One blow could send this entire room crumbling upon them. He shouldn't worry... for now, at least. Returning his attention to Elewyen, she seemed to be waiting for him to lead. Lead... leader. Dar'Jargo liked the sound of that.

A grin on his face, he continued onward. A worn bedroll and some food lie abandon next to a dieing fire. He hadn't really gave thought about the bandit that he killed back at the tower... he had a life, just like his own. The idea was haunting... that he had took someone's life. What if he had a loved one? Maybe he had planned to see his old and feeble parents that we're to die within weeks. He tried hard not to dwell on it, telling himself that they would have killed us... but he couldn't help but remember that he took the first shot, not them.

He came upon a room with a lever sitting in the center of it. A dead bandit lie next to the lever. Dar'Jargo walked slowly towards the corpse, kneeling down to it. There we're several little punctures in his skin. Inside them we're little darts. "A trap." He muttered to himself. "A TRAP!" He yelled, quickly getting up drawing his bow.

Looking around for the trap, he noticed small pillars with symbols on them, matching another pair on the wall above them. Thats when he noticed a glistening red trail of blood. Before he could say a thing, the nord came in front of him, pointing towards the opened iron gate. "I think we found our claw" He saw it now too... a seemingly dead Wood Elf lie in the next room, clutching the claw beside her.

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Taking a good look before they continued, she noticed several dead skeevers littering the grand, but slightly ruined, hall. As we're a few bandits. She saw corpses... she wish they we're still alive. She'd love to fight these puny little bandits and skeevers. This thought made her grow bored, thinking of battle when there isn't one. She resided to examining the surroundings, maybe should would find something that the Thalmor didn't, and out stage her. Yea... that'd be nice. She looked over to the Thalmor, turning her head back before she had time to see her watching her.

Nothing but overgrown roots and rubble. All she could see was a bunch of worthless junk. Stopping for a moment, she dug through a pile of rubble. Finding nothing of interest, she followed the cat into a medium-sized room with a lever in the middle of it.
Ok, this looks promising. She looked around to see a shelf on-top of a small balcony overlooking the room. A pile of rubble here and there, one of them containing an odd symbol on it. Three pillars we're to the side of the room, one of them looked similar to the one on the debris. And the most noticeable feature being the iron gate, wait a second-

"A TRAP!" The cat yelled, startling Miranda. "The trap has already been sprung..." She scoffed at his ignorance, before looking back to the gold gleaming light in the next room. Her eyes widened... The claw. As if under a spell, she raised her hand, aiming her finger to the dead bandit wielding the claw. "I think we found our claw."

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Alice heard the echos of voice coming near her until they became clear as day, had she passed out? She'd blink, her skin pale, a stream of blood coming from her mouth and a hours old blood pool around her. She'd groan in pain, trying to get up but fail only accomplishing to roll away from the blood pool and sit up slowly, one hand on her bleeding wound with the golden claw in her lap while the other hand grasp a steel dagger pointing at the three people so close to her.

Alice's breathing was wheezy as blood streamed down her chin from her mouth, her focus blurred and grip on her dagger clumsy. ''St-stay back....D-don't make me hurt you....'' Her vision was poor and she seemingly went in and out of consiousness yet she continued to threatened the three at ended the room.

''I-I'll gut you like a pig...I know how to do it you know...'' She'd then cough up blood, wheezy breathing getting louder and she shook like a leaf from her ever lowering temperature. She'd however start to shift herself slowly with small cries of pain further away from the people, with the claw at her lap till she hit her hit on the stone table behind her where a chest rested untouched at one side with a soul gem and on the table one tome and one skill book.

''St-stay back...'' She'd continue to repeat in a state of confusion, her hand with the dagger in it falling limp, coughing in pain....

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Eleywen smirked at noticing how willing Dar'Jargo was to lead the small group. She didn't mind him being the first one to enter old chambers, collapsing hallways, and face danger head on. No, she didn't mind at all.

They didn't make it far before the cat stopped again, focusing on the tiny makeshift camp on the ground. If he kept stopping like this, maybe she would take the lead just so they wouldn't have to do this every five minutes. The elf looked back and forth between him and the camp, wondering what was so interesting about it to him. She didn't understand. It was a fire, a bed, and some food. What else was there? Khajiit were odd creatures. She reminded herself that this was why she didn't associate with them much.

He finally began moving again, and Eleywen followed willingly. As they moved down the next hallway, her eyes traced over the various carvings in the walls. They told stories of heroes that fought amazing battles, and simple things such as hunting animals. She couldn't read all of it, though had a basic idea based on the teachings she had in ancient languages. The next step she took landed on a small plant sprouting from a crack in the ground. She paused, glancing downwards, and crouched, running her fingertips gently across its thin leaves. She pulled down her hood, and then gathered a few of the leaves, picking them off of the main plant. She opened a small pouch on her waist and folded them inside, rising to her full height again.

She didn't know what it was, or even is it was useful, but it had been almost the only worthwhile thing she had found so far. Eleywen jogged forward to catch up with the two of them who were now ahead. They were both standing in a tall room with a vaulted ceiling. There was an abundance of stone pillars, and what looked like a second floor, though it had mostly crumbled to form only a pile of rubble. And in the center of it all...was just a platform with a lever on it. She didn't enter the room just yet, it seemed too ominous. The cat seemed to sense it too, for he shouted loudly, warning them that it was a trap.

The Alltmer chuckled lightly to herself, noticing as well that the Nord didn't seem impressed with how slow he was at realizing the trap had already been sprung. She opened her mouth to make a snide remark, though the woman interrupted her, raising an arm and pointing forward at the person that lay on the ground only a few metres ahead.

She stepped past both of them rather roughly, shoving them out of the way, and bent down near the wood elf who was sitting up, one hand clutching a dagger, the other pressed against her stomach, which also held the golden claw. Eleywen snickered at the Bosmer's feeble attempt to ward them away with threats. She couldn't do anything, the injury was holding her back too much. Not even her eyes could focus properly. The Altmer watched them dart around the room, seemingly searched for the people that she could hear.

Blood in a mix with saliva dribbled down from her mouth to her chin, eventually making its way in a trail down her neck. She grimaced at the sight, disgusted at the sheer amount of blood around her. The girl had managed to roll away from the pool, though her clothes were still stained with the thick liquid. She tried to move away, though only succeeded in bumping into the old table behind her, covered in old books and a few tiny soul gems. Eleywen wanted to investigate, especially the chest beside it, and so she turned to the group behind her.

"Someone grab the claw from her and we can move on." The former Thalmor stepped towards the table right near the wood elf, hardly concerned that she was only a few steps away from her. She took hold of one of the tiny soul gems, then opened up one of the Spell Tomes. Magelight...a simple spell, though she hadn't learned it yet. Might as well take it. She sighed quietly to herself, glancing over to the Bosmer near her.

"I didn't think it would be so easy getting this golden claw." She smirked.

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Dar'Jargo watched as the Thalmor Agent walked over to the bleeding bandit, who failed at trying to ward them off. To his surprise, she walked past the struggling bandit, instructing one of them to grab the claw. Walking over to the bandit, he reached down to grab the claw from her. This wasn't right... he didn't know why, but in his heart he felt something. There was something about this Wood elf that pleased him, in a way he never felt before, except from his mother. "We can't leave her like this." He said, looking into her shaky eyes.

The nord walked up, drawing her sword. "He's right, we need to kill her, too much of a-" Dar'Jargo cut her off, rising from the ground. "No!" This clearly confused the simple-minded warrior. "She may be a bandit, but she knows this place more than us, and-" His mind rushed trying to make up excuses to bring her. "She may know whats killing everything in here!" That was pretty good, yea... he nodded his head to himself, letting out a grin as he did so.


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"Have you gone mad?" Marinda eyed the Khajiit carefully, making sure he hadn't gone crazy. "She would kill us all if we helped her, she might kill you first just for the irony." Dar'Jargo quickly retaliated, "She is deeply wounded, she would thank us, not-" Marinda began to get fed-up with his blabber, and shoved past him, lowering her sword down at the Elf. "You know nothing of betrayal, she'll turn on us!"

Dar'Jargo getting just as angry, readied an arrow, aiming it at her. "You know nothing of betrayal! Khajiit watched his father slit his mother's throat!" His angry expression faded... leaving a look of sorrow. He lowered his bow. the nord sighed, looking at the elf. "Then what do we do with her?" Dar'Jargo did not reply, instead he walked back to the lever. Marinda's eyes widen as the gates slammed shut in front of her. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE CAT?" She tossed her sword through the bars at him, falling flat well before it reached Dar'Jargo.

"No one leaves, until Dar'Jargo gets his way..."

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Alice would look at the Altmer simple pass her like she was nothing this angered her as it would anyone, even a begger but was powerless to do anything about her, she just looked up at her then other voices came and she turned her head a Nordic woman and a Khajiit they were wondering what to do to her and kept on shouting at each other and presuming she were a bandit. She would of butted in but instead she looked back at the Khajiit which made eye contact with her for a moment before he and the Nordic woman at each other again.

The Khajiit looked at her again then suddenly started walking away and shut them in, including her, she just coughed and spattered more blood on herself but as the Khajiit and the Nordic woman fought and the Altmer was consumed in the spell tome and slowly started putting the golden claw into her bag gripped her dagger as tightly as possible and started to slowly without them hearing her cast a invisibility spell on herself and drag a potion to give her a bit of a adrenaline punch, after all they would fighting over her and she was confused and due to the blood lose her judgement went out the window....

She'd then start forcing herself up to her feet and slowly started to descend the twirling stair case with was old and splintered only blood drops showing where she were going and that was....deeper into the ruin after all the Khajiit was right about one thing, she knew more about this place than they did, hell she was the one to open the rusted iron gate in the first place so she knew where she was going and she did continue both in confusion and curiosity, but at this point in time it was more fear as she didn't want to know what these three people would do to her in her weakened way.....

After all she really only trusted the people in Riverwood and none of the three standing in that room were Riverwood folk.

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Eleywen could hardly hear the two behind her. Their speaking was all a blur, all nothing that mattered to her as she searched the table in front of her, looking underneath the various papers and maps that were scattered across, looking for something significant amongst all of the useless items. Her hands light skimmed over everything on the table, her eyes moving back and forth, searching for something to stick out at her. The Bosmer was still near her, though she didn't pay any attention, even to when the Nord and Khajiit began to argue. All that was running through her mind was the importance of finding something valuable. Maybe an old map that lead to another dungeon with treasures inside...

The argument was getting pretty loud. The High Elf turned suddenly with a glare.

"Look, I'm trying to concen-" she didn't even finish her sentence before she saw the Khajiit pointing an arrow right at the Nord. Eleywen's stare of anger turned to surprise, and she raised her hands. It looked like a defensive move, though she was preparing her magic. The cat shouted something about betrayal, and the Altmer felt anger grow inside of her. She should have known better than to come along with a Khajiit! They were all insane, there was no other kind of beast. Of course she knew he would turn on them, how stupid was she!?! She muttered a curse under her breath, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

He seemed to calm down. Eleywen remained tense though, still preparing her magic. Any spell that she did wouldn't be as powerful, she still had a bit of magicka gone from the fire rune she had cast outside. The Khajiit calmly walked over towards the lever in the middle of the room, and she watched with concern as they were shut in. Eleywen wasn't one for outbursts, but the Nord seemed to have that covered. She shouted at the cat, and the Altmer stared in disbelief.

What should she do? What did he even want? Eleywen took a few steps towards the Khajiit, keeping a calm exterior even though inside, she was raging.

"What exactly is, 'your way'? What do you want us to do?" She spoke calmly, though her voice had a bitter edge to it. Some of her anger showed through, though she figured that she was better to reason with than the battle-worn Stormcloak. The Elf waited an answer from the Khajiit, though realized she had forgotten about the Bosmer laying on the floor. She turned to look over her shoulder, and saw that she was gone.

"What the hell!" She exclaimed, rapidly looking around the room, searching for some sign of her. How did she get up? She was so badly injured and...how had she moved so fast? Where was she? Eleywen glanced towards the Nord desperately, then turned back to Dar'Jargo.

"Well she's gone, so you better help us. Now!" She demanded, narrowing her eyes in anger.

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I am able to post tonight if you guys want me to, and even early tomorrow. But after that I won't be able to post until Monday. I'm sorry I joined this roleplay at a bad time, I didn't really think about my plans this weekend until I was reminded tonight. So what do you guys want me to do? I know not posting now won't affect the roleplay considering I haven't posted yet, but I don't want Ticky and Faithy to be mad I put them through quite a bit to have me in this roleplay all for nothing... Will the roleplay end once they leave the barrow, or will something more happen afterwards? I do have an idea for how I should start my post, though. (No one mess with Anise)

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May I join in on the action? I've been looking for a Skyrim RP for some time, now...

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Yes.
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Oh my gosh. This, this is perfect. Finally, a Skyrim roleplay I can join!
I'll make a character for this soon. High Elf.

I'm excited. xD

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