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Dayolin Jarvis

"I will support the units in battle and take out the sentries with fire. Next group two flanks to the side while group 1 and 3 covers the front."

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a character in “Skyrim: The Watcher's Vigil.”, as played by Roku Mushabuki

Description

Name: Dayolin Jarvis
Physical Description: Image
-Dayolin stands at 5'8'', weighing 160 pounds.He has dark skin, red eyes, a large tattoo spamming over his chest and back, a tall goatee, and wears his hair in a ponytail. He tends to wear a Talos necklace with no fear of prosecution, that is unless he is on a stealth mission.
Race: Dunmer
Age: 254
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Role: Mage

Personalty: Dayolin has a high respect for those who belong to the old Empire. What he views as the strong Empire. He thinks that this one has become a ghost of it's former self. He does not have any respect for the Emperor for they line does not have a single Dragonborn left. The fact that Talos worship has been banned disgusts him. Talos founded the Empire by conquering Tamriel with an iron will that was blessed by the gods and should be treated as a savior.

He likes the use of magic most of all, viewing that there is no need for any other type of soldier. The only thing he views useful are guards to protect important things like mages. He is very curious too. One thing that he is very sensitive about is when Uriel Septim VII had been assassinated and when Martin died during the Oblivian Crises. The same goes for the first Great War when the Imperial city was stormed. He considers those his great failures that he can never make up for they destroyed the Empire he once knew great.

History: Dayolin was born in Morrowind 234 years ago. When He turned 30 he traveled down to Cyrodiil when he was recruted into becoming a Blade. Four years after that Uriel Septim VII had been assassinated, his and his fellow Blades aided Martin in the Oblivion crises. He fought alongside the Hero of Kvatch in the Battle for Bruma. After slaying many of Daedra, they rode to the Imperial City where it was being attacked by them. The fighting was intense, many men fell, and hope was severed when Mehrunes Dagon was summoned in the city. Hope was restored when Martin turned into an Avatar of Akatosh, returning Dagon and his minions to their own realm.

With the Oblivion crises over Dayolin traveled to Skyrim for some settled time. For the next 100 years he studied in the fields of magics at the college and while studying in ruins. He discovered the use of many spells as well as gaining much gold from some raiding of ruins. He bought a house in the mountains near Winterhold, stocked his possessions there, while guarding it with runes. Dayolin fought for the Empire again in the recent war against the Aldmeri Dominion. It was understandable to surrender, not to ban worship of Talos. As a true Blade, Dayolin hated the idea of turning his back to the God, decided instead to kill groups of Thalmor that patrolled the Empire in search of Talos. Soon he found the Watcher's Vigil to fill the void of purpose.

Major Skills: Destruction, Conjuration, and Restoration.
Minor Skills: One handed, Block, Heavy Armour, and Enchantment.

Equipment: Enchanted Mage Cloak (50% magica regeneration) and Blades gear (Unenchanted) but in storage. Six Black soul gems (Empty), two Black Soul Gem (Filled), five Grand Soul gems (Empty), ten Greater Soul gems (Empty), twenty common soul gems (empty), five lesser soul gems (Empty), and three petty soul gems (Empty). 500 gold.

Personal Side Quest Idea: During the first war with the Diminion, the general wiped out an entire town that Dayolin was garrisoned to protect. Good men died that day. He has not forgotten that day. He has a thirst for revenge that can only be quenched with the death of the Diminion's general.
Other: "For The Empire!"

So begins...

Dayolin Jarvis's Story

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Dayolin had been riding his summoned horse for several hours now. A penny pincher who never did care for paying for services. Especially for some of the Nords in the region. He came to Helgan one mile off the road when he disspelled his horse. These Nords had a terrible understanding of magic, most did anyway. He came up to the guild doors and walked in freely. He looked around a bit unimpressed. It paled in comparrison to that of the Wizard's Guild in the Imperial City. He shook his head while he sat down at a chair near the door.

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Dayolin stood up with a sigh, he figured the guildmaster would be a Nord. His views of Nords in general were very low but that was because of their culture. The ones that lived in Skyrim had the same views as the Altmer only it revolved around men instead of mer. Secondly they frowned on the use of most magics, which is militarily dimwitted. His only exception to these generalizations was Tiber Septim. He, however, was always an exception.

He entered the guildmaster's quarters and sat down on a chair in front of her desk. One hand was in his pocket fiddeling with a black soul gem. That practice had been frowned upon in the mages guild back in Cyrodiil but he liked the uses of them none the least. They were, after all, the most powerful type of soul gem there was. Very useful for enchantments and summonings.

"So I take it these are the papers." He said as more of a statement than a question. "Before we get started on this I would like to know about any shrines that are situated in the guild and to what gods are they devoted to. Also where we will be training as well." He finished speaking, took the papers, and began filling them out with some ink&pen that were on the desk.

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The Imperial rose a brow as the Dunmer waltzed in, if you could even call it that, she placed a hand under her chin thinking and observing the mer before he spoke. Perking lightly at his words, "Before we get started on this I would like to know about any shrines that are situated in the guild and to what gods are they devoted to. Also where we will be training as well."

"We have shrines devoted to all of the Eight Divines in the south wing. I however, will not condone worship of Azura or any other Daedric Princes upon Guild land." However, she quickly gave the Dark Elf another look and noticed the Talos Necklace. "Sorry, you must excuse me, if you are asking about Talos, I will permit a Shine to him to built. One would already have been, but it must be hidden for the time being. My 'investors' may not agree with you and your religious views, for the time being. She added an extra emphasis on the last few words.

"As for the training. We have a three areas devoted to magic, melee, and archery in the basement. And in the west wing an Alchemy and Enchanting chamber. Barracks are already furnished to the north. Two to a room. And in the east wing you'll find the study, dining hall, and kitchen." She concluded and sat back in her chair. "I hope you find our facilities useful, they were not cheap."

After that she called for the next recruit, as well as saying that multiple recruits could come into the office at once and that it would make her job much more simple.

The setting changes from Skyrim to Helegen - Watcher's Guild

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"Hail, Imperial. I am Ssobek. A...hunter from Riften. I heard that the Watcherss were recruiting, sso, I came with all sswiftnesss so I could join. Iss there any paperwork or tesst I need passs?" Lyra turned her gaze quickly from the Dunmer and to the hissing voice. A slight look of disdain crossing her visage as she did indeed recognize the armor set the sentient reptile wore. "A patron of Nocturnal, watch yourself." Her voice had a calm edge to it, like a well-sharpened dagger as she stared the lizard in the eyes. "But aye, there is paperwork and then a test once enough recruits arrive, hope you like Dwemer Ruins." The Guildmaster uttered with an innocent but cunning smile as she held a packet of papers out for the Argonian, a quill and some ink along with it. "Next!"

The Orc noticed more recruits were steadily incoming and a Redguard with a horse, as she dismounted he raised a brow. He knew Lyra was going to be short-tempered with this one, Redguards had been at the bottom of her likable races since they seceded from the Empire. He decided to come down from the wall. "I'll help you with your steed ma'am." He said politely, acting completely and utterly different than as he had with the Argonian, as he got close he whispered to the Redguard. "Be careful around Lyra ma'am, she is sensitive about Hammerfall's concord." With a nod he waited patiently for the female to hand over the reigns, humming an Imperial sailing song gently, he could never stay silent. Bad habit of his on stealth orientated tasks. "And I hope you had a pleasurable trip." He finished and patted her steed's neck gently. A smile upon his face, almost looking uncharacteristic and bestial considering his tusks.

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Dayolin was still in the room when the guildmaster and an argonian were talking about the Dwemer ruins. "I personally like those of the Ayleids." He said quietly to himself as he left. Inside those ruins were the Falmer, which were just one of the constant reminders of the damage that the Nords have inflicted on the world because of their hate. If they had not drove the Snow Elves underground then they would never have been corrupted by the Dwemer. Therefore Dayolin held the Nords responsible for the Falmer.

He left the room and was now leaning against a wall while drinking Cyrodilic Brandy that he had bought from a trader in Whiterun before coming here. He missed it back there, especially Cloud Ruler Temple but life was life so he had to make due with what was available. He walked downstairs to practise a bit of magic in the training room. He was a bit rusty after traveling so long.

When Dayolin came to the room he placed a statue of Talos on a table and locked the door behind him. He did not wish any non believer to report him for his beliefs, then he would have to massacre anybody who attempts to arrest him. He summoned two zombies in the room and began to shoot them with multiple spells. Mostly ice spikes, firebolts, and lightning bolts. The zombies were told to try to kill him while he tried to defeat them. As such the room very soon began to swell with magic as the training progressed.

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The last zombies head rolled onto the ground just before the body dissapeared. The dunmer who had been unleashing Apprentice spells on his targets picked his Talos statue, putting it in his bag, and traveled upstairs to the west wing to clear out any potions he could find. When Dayolin reached the potion room he found that there was a significantly larger amount of magica potions than the others. He took five high quality potions and left to meet the guildmaster as she would most likely be expecting him soon.

Dayolin got back to the office where there were several others who seemed to be wanting recuitment. He looked around a bit dissapointed. The Khajiit seemed to be the only serious mage besides himself because she was the only one wearing a mage's robes. "So I see the guild will no doubt see some more members to join the cause." The elf said as he walked in the door way then leaning against a wall. "Though I wonder which of you can properly kill an Altmer patroll without the use of the arcane arts?"

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Dayolin was listening to the others speaking when he heard the last part of a conversation between the Breton and the argonian. He found it repulisive, especially the last part. He walked over to the two with a disgusted look on his face. "Any Dunmer who would assosiate themselves with your race is scum and deserves a long, painful death. I thought I would have enough trouble fighting constructs in the ruins but now I will have to watch out for sap licking lizard stabbing me in the back!" He snapped at the lizard. He hated argonians equally if not more than the Thalmor. At least the Thalmor made great strives in magic, unlike the argonians.

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Lynly Snowsong


(And Aaliyah)




Lynly blinked as she was deposited unceremoniously outside the office and replaced by another pair. She glanced down at the twin set of paperwork in her hand and sneered, shaking her head. An adventurer of Skyrim, relegated to paperwork. Marvelous. She found herself glad that her father wasn’t here, else he’d make fun of her. She could hear it already, something about a warrior and a quip about the quill being mightier than the sword. She shook her head and looked toward Aaliyah beside her-- a futile gesture, considering the woman’s plight. Then she sighed, finally resigned to her plight of paperwork. “Come,” she bade the woman next to her, “Let’s get through this,” she said, making her way to a nearby bench. There, she found a nearby quill and went to work finally going through the papers...

About midway through both of their forms, the Imperial's booming voice assaulted her eardrums once again. Oh, it seemed like the Guildmistress was becoming impatient as well, as she began to explain that they were to be sent to some nearby dwarven ruins instead of filing paperwork. Lynly paused for a moment, looking down at the papers, and then to Aaliyah. Perhaps it was fortunate that the woman couldn't see, it saved her from seeing the look of utter irritation and frustration written on her brow.

Aaliyah certainly needed no assistance hearing the instructions, and she filed them away for reference. The quill stopped scratching beside her, and the Redguard smiled. "Guess we don't need to worry after all. Should I set those on fire, or would you prefer to shred them manually?" She couldn't say she knew Lynly very well, but she'd learned to get a decent read on personalities quickly, and she doubted her mostly-silent, businesslike acquaintance would much appreciate being told to do something tedious and then not to do it after all.

Her brows furrowed slightly when she caught the second part of the announcement. "Nord woman? I suppose that means you, doesn't it? Unless there's another one around that I haven't met yet." She winked, an admittedly odd gesture from someone like her. But hey, what was to say that just because she couldn't see, she couldn't express things that way? "Congratulations, Lieutenant. Or should I be offering my condolences?"

Lynly handed the papers to the Redguard in reply. It would do her good to see something on fire, perhaps it'd allieve some of the irritation she was currently suffering from. Nothing like a good fire to sooth one's soul. Just as she was handing the papers off, the other part of the announcement came through. "What...?" she said flaty. Lynly's eyebrow raised as she began to ill-fated attempt to search for the "Nord Woman" the Guildmistress spoke of. Surely it couldn't be her, what right had the woman to appoint her second of this misson? The only thing she really knew about her was that Lynly was well armed and armored. She sighed as it became clear that it was, indeed, her and not some other poor fool. Seemed that was all it took to get a head in life, a sword and a big shield.

She leaned back against the bench and sighed, replying to Aaliyah, "Condolences most likely. This will end up being more akin to 'herding' over 'leading', mark my words," she said with a tone consisting of zero enthusiam. "At least you are saved from seeing the motely lot I have to contend with," She said, massaging her brow. "Well. Let's get going then," Lynly said intending on making her way to the intended meeting place.

So that was it. Aaliyah's head bobbed obligingly, and a flick of her fingers incinerated the documents now in her opposite hand. They roared from existence far too swiftly, though she contained the conflagration to do no more damage than that. It wouldn't do to burn anything else on accident, after all. Dusting off her sooty hands, she paused a moment, growing a bit more solemn than was usually her wont. "You'll do fine," she reassured with confidence. "I won't pretend to know you very well, but it would take a... very dense person to miss the fact that you have a good head on your shoulders. I'll do whatever I can to help. I'd like to stay alive, after all, and I'm sure they do, too."

At about that point, Aaliyah's detection spells flared to life as yet another being was summoned from Oblivion, apparently the result of a confrontation she'd hitherto been happy to ignore politely coming to a head. Aaliyah sighed. "I suspect it might be about time to start leading, wouldn't it? I'll get their attention." So saying, she stood from the bench, smoothing down her royal-purple robes and approaching the argument with sure, unhurried steps, never mind the staff arcing in front of her in tight, controlled sweeps. "Yoo-hoo! Pardon me, but if we can stop mortally insulting each other and drawing allies from the infernal realms of all things terrifying and Daedric for a moment, I think our vice-leader might have a couple words for you." She gestured back over her shoulder at Lynly as if to emphasize the point, but then fell silent. It was entirely possible she'd been ignored. If so, she was willing to bet that their eventual admonishment would be that much worse. Just a hunch, though.

Lynly was grateful for Aaliyah's support. She really didn't know anything about leading, she had been on her own for the majority of her own adventures. Though, she could always take a page from the Guildmistress's book and just start yelling until something began work. As Aaliyah stood to confront the argument brewing, Lynly was content to stay seated for a couple more moments. Summoning a creature. In the Keep. That was genius, and didn't win her any points from the Khajiit summoner. Perhaps there was a sane reason behind it, perhaps Lynly would have even approved, but all she could see what an issue brewing. Lynly hung her head and finally got to her own feet, arriving right behind Aaliyah just as she finished speaking.

"First. Dispel that creature. Now. Before it brings the walls down on us," her tone was even, maybe even menacing. Though, her shoulders were still drawn in around her, as if they were trying to protect her from the strangers still in the hall. Alas, due to the timely departure of the arrogant Bosmer, the Khajiit managed to catch most of the chill of Lynly's stormy gray eyes. "I'll be sure to speak to him later. I will not see any of us dying on this blasted test because someone's feelings got hurt or their pride injured," She finished admonishing the Khajiit. Then she set her cold eyes upon the dunmer. "Quit flipping your lip too. I don't want to hear any of your condescending knife-eared responses. If you have a problem with that, the 'sap licking lizard stabbing you in the back' will be the least of your troubles. Now get your ass outside."

Now her attentions turned to those that still lingered "That goes for the rest of you too. Get your asses outside. Now. Else go home. We don't have time to babysit you. We have a job to do," Lynly finished her tirade. She shook her head and whispered a couple of words to Aaliyah "Like I said. Herding." With that, she strode forward past the procession and towards the designated meeting place, though not before recognizing a familiar face. One of Erik's. Oh? He was here too? Perhaps all hope was not lost. She gave him a nod of recognition, and then took her spot beside the orc outside (though not before shooting a glare at the arrogant bosmer).

Aaliyah giggled softly at Lynly's murmured aside. For someone seemingly-reluctant to take charge, she wasn't wasting time doing it. "Aye, aye, boss! Suppose I'd better 'get my ass outside' with the rest of these no-good scallywags, hm?" She placed a closed fist over her heart and bent slightly at the waist, as if in salute, then made with the order-following and went to join the group gathering about their leader, the orcish-man-who-had-not-yet-given-his-name.

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The Orc smirked as the Nordic woman gave her speech, it was impressive to say the least. Though it was, herding, as he picked up earlier. It was now his turn to give a speech. He made a roaring noise and smashed a fist on his hauberk to make sure the group was attentive. "As the Nord said, we have a job to do, and I plan on doing it. We will work as a team, or I will make sure the Guildmaster docks your pay, unlike other Guilds, you will not be paid per job but instead an amount monthly based on your merits and what you do and don't do. Meaning we, have full control of your coming Septims." He gave a good-hearted chuckle. "If you are wondering my name is Grawl, I served 21 years in the Imperial Legion as a Footsoldier and Forgeman, and then a Siege Master under Lady Lyra." He grinned, the term basically meant he was in charge of knocking down big things the enemy had erected in the Legion's path. "I was there when we battered down the doors of Windhelm and burned the city to bloody timbers. Now I'm going to be here as we rip into a Dwemer Ruin and break whatever contraptions those Deep Elves brewed up in their thinking time for whatever Prisoner's housed there. Now lets move!"

With that he gave another shout and began jogging down the road. Calling for the Elf-on-the-Rock to join the line, wanting to get to their destination within a few short hours if possible.

It was a few hours when they arrived. Three Imperials in Mage's robes were huddled about a fire. One getting up and greeting the troop as they arrived. "Friends! You have finally arrived! Can we begin... We have been camped here for days and its getting most uncomfortable." Said the one who neared them, also explaining his name was Sevdar Ortcile. And that the relic they were looking for was a Dwarvish lexicon capable of powering, repairing, or even programming the automatons the race left behind, or according to legend atleast and also the military effectiveness it could have in Imperial hands.

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The nord woman told him to get outside but Dayolin took his sweet ass time being that he was the last one out. The orc apparently was in the storming of Windhelm. That subtracted any given respect that migh have occured. When the orc began jogging the elf gave a tired look and summoned his horse once again. Mages do not run, that is what magic is for. His horse trotted behind the others by a good ten feet just in case they ran into something.

When they arrived at the ruins Dayolin disspelled the horse. There were a few Imperial battle mages who had been waiting for the party to arrive. They mentioned wanting a lexicon. "I have no idea why somebody would ever want what that useless race created?" He said to himself aloud in a rather prideful manner.

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Sobek and Maya's conversation was interrupted by a typically rude Dunmer. The Dark Elf, or 'Cursed One', as Dunmer actually meant, made several racist comments and in general was as insulting as Dunmer tend to be. Sobek felt his ire rising and started to hiss. He only stopped because he remembered that Maya was with him. Fights tend to ruin first impressions. So, Sobek calmed himself, with great effort, and replied to the Dunmer in a dark, lightly threatening tone.

"Ass iss typical of your race, you hear, but you do not undersstand. The Dunmer in question was my sslave." His eyes twinkled, that was certain to irritate him. "He and sseveral more of hiss kind came into my village many yearss ago with the intention of capturing uss ass sslavess. But your kind doess not do well in the marssh, and we eassily launched a counter-attack, capturing them insstead, killing a few.We then sset him in front of hiss men, and proceeded to execute them all, while he watched. Then, and only then did we allow him to become sslave. Over the yearss, I forced him to teach me your people'ss wayss of fighting. He'ss dead now. It appearss, that your kind, desspite being such a slaving race, do not lasst long in captivity. Amussing, really."

Any retort from the Dunmer was cut off as a Nord woman came outside bellowing. She cut off all the ensuing arguments and begin to form everyone up to go somewhere. He joined the line, and they began a three-ish hour hike to the South. Upon their arrival, Sobek smelled a campfire and saw what he took to be a few Imperial mages. They made some noise about a lexicon of the Dwemer, something to assist in the controlling of Dwemer automatons. a useful project, but one that would certainly be annoying. And dangerous.

Sobek sighed. He REALLY hated Dwarven ruins. He had nearly lost his tail in one near Windhelm a year back. And being so far underground made him feel sluggish...

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Dayolin sat on a rock nearby to prepare while waiting for the orc to give orders. He began to flex his hand over and over with each element of destruction (Novice). While he perked up on his magic as he felt it "stretched" the magic, he thought back to what the argonian had said. Frankly the enslaved dunmer deserved punishment for his stupidity. Nearly two hundred years prior to this date Red Mountain exploded, wiping out most of northern Morrowind. After that the argonians from Black Marsh conquered the rest. Ironic but that sparked even more hate that already existed. To attempt to enslave the ruling power was stupid not only because of the slim chance of success but also because no argonians would by a slave of their own race by a dunmer.

After flexing the elemental magics he began to start off with multiple low grade restoration spells. He woundered what other healers were in the party. Perhaps he was the only one. It would be unfortunate for the nord and the argonian. His hate for the argonian race partly was related to the hate of his own race. The culture of dunmer were backstabbers and killers. If the clans united under one ruler then the dunmer race could storm all of Tamriel. After all a destruction mage still made a good warrior and a berserker could still cast magic. That was how their ancestors defeated the Dwemer. Clans uniting.Dayolin thought to himself. That would never happen though, not in his lifetime.

Healing was complete so he now began to dabble in his conjuration. Creatures were to high of a cost to use for practise, equipment were better suited for the job. He summoned a bound sword to his hands as well as a shield. Never know if magica becomes an issue He looked around to anybody to spar with since sparing by one's self was pointless. He found the nord. "Up for some sparring woman?" He asked her.

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Vanjirra rolled her eyes in the 'don't-give-me-that-look, it's only here for a moment' look as the atronach disappeared as quickly as appeared. "Nords, I'll never understand." she said as she let the imp perch on her shoulder from being agitated. "Mistress, you're just letting him go?" The imp muttered as the walked in the back of the group. "It is not worth it little one. Now calm yourself." She said, pulling out a small chunk of cheese from her sleeve and passed it up the the daedra. it imminently took to turning around and eating, watching her back while enjoying the leisure.

She already felt like a bit of the odd duckling from the start. A Khajiit Mage wasn't one people think of when they see her. Walking wasn't an issue for her, the walk was better than summoning a 'horse' to ride and wasting magic on something she could do on her own. When the group arrived, she had a small light above her head (Candlelight, novice), floating for a while before disappearing. She watched the group for a bit. The dark elf seeming to try to chat up the Nordess from what she could see, Imperial mages saying something about a Lexicon wanting to be found. Per usual in dwemer ruins. That and the atomitons that still survived to this day. Falmer where trouble too. Nasty little things, but easy to sneak up and shoot arrows at if one was quite enough. She stood in though, casting the candle light every now and again above her head as if it helped her think by doing it.

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The Argonian from Argonia (she had figured as much, but it never hurt to check, right?) was apparently a former Thieves Guild member, and had modified his set of armor since leaving the organization. Maya was at least partially familiar with that particular guild. Meaning that she had passed through Riften on occasion to visit some contact or another, and been forced to pay a few "tolls" here and there, little else. She'd heard of them, but by and large it seemed that thieves wanted little from witches, nor expected them to carry very large sums of coin, and Maya was just fine with that.

Sobek had then shifted the conversation towards their methods of hunting, his being the bow, and a dual dagger style. He then asked her to speak of herself and her methods of combat, taking a few guesses. Apparently he could smell the magic on her. Perhaps she needed to bathe. Maya would have guessed herself a mage from the robes draped about her body, seeing as the warrior-types and the more agile types typically wore heavier equipment, but then again, who was she to question his methods of information gathering?

"That'd be the one," she said casually in response to his third guess of necromancy, "I took to Conjuration from a young age, but the atronachs never were my strength. I still have much to learn, of course, but serving the Lord of the Hunt has given me ample opportunity to learn my craft. I also enjoy a good bolt of lightning, now and then, and as any huntress should, I can use a bow rather well. A conjured one, in my case. Certainly I'm no marksman such as you, but I'd like to think I'm improving."

Of course, opting to blow up her prey with lightning rather than shooting it with an arrow didn't make her much better, but it had been oh so much fun.

The pair had just about reached the orc and his gate at this point. "I also know a good deal about enchanting and alchemy, if you ever--" But she was cut off by the approaching Dunmer, spouting some hateful drivel about Argonians, to which Maya simply rested her hands upon her hips, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes as the elf vented his undoubtedly justified hatred.

And they condemned her for her ways? It was growing more and more preposterous by the minute. The elves here seemed to have impossibly large senses of superiority, and impossibly large needs to express that over others. Well, except for that one who had gone off on his own. Maya was willing to wager he was an alright sort.

The Argonian responded with a rather interesting tale of Dunmer slavers venturing into Black Marsh only to become slaves themselves, which caused Maya to smile slightly to herself as she listened. She did so enjoy stories in which fool hunters were turned into prey by those they believed to be their quarries. Something she strove to never let happen to herself. The witch had to admit that on occasion she thought her powers greater than they were, but she could also say with confidence she had never been arrogant to the point of foolishness, as these Dunmer in Sobek's story were. If he was telling the truth, of course. Embellishment was something she used rather often herself.

And then all the bickering was cut off by the Nord warrior-woman and the Orsimer, who proceeded to lead them off towards the Dwemer ruins at a quick pace. Upon arriving, they were approaching by some Imperial mages, eager to begin. Awaiting whatever orders the Orsimer was bound to give, Maya gently propped herself up against a nearby tree, before unclipping her alchemy pouch from the belt fastened loosely about her waist, and examining what reagents she had on hand, before taking an accounting of her current stock of soul gems, filled and unfilled.

She'd never fought Dwemer constructs before, in truth. She'd never had cause to venture down into any of these places. She wondered if she would be able to resurrect a machine. Likely not. In that case, she would have to make good use of her allies and her destruction spells to avoid injury. It would be an interesting challenge, one that would no doubt make her better.

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Finally they had managed to draw a name from the orc who would be leading them. One certain Grawl, and a legion man for life from the sounds of it. It drew an approving nod from Lynly, though she betray no more emotion than that. Standing in front of the grouped sellswords and hireling made her skin itch and shoulders draw in on themselves all that much more. Her hands were clinched tightly to her arms, but she tried her best to dispel the uncomfortable feeling she had by putting on another bored expression. At the admission that Grawl was there when Windhelm's wall fell, Lynly gave him a raised eyebrow. Even if it was the Stormcloak base, it was still her home. Though this man couldn't have known that, so she let the insult slide.

Without much more words, they turned and began the three-hour walk to the Dwemer ruins. There, the mages gave the purpose behind the mission. Something about a Dwemer lexicon buried deep within the bowels of the ruin. Strange place for a lexicon, what was an artifact of that type doing in a place such as a dwarven prison complex? She tilted her head at the explanation but shrugged. She wasn't here to mediate on the intricacies of the Dwemer mind and reason, but rather to get the job done. Something about controlling the dwarven automatons. Lynly didn't know about controlling them, but she did know that the damnedable things were the most dangerous things in the ruins. She particularly hoped they wouldn't run into a Centurion. She had to run from one in a certain particular failure of a dungeon dive.

Still, they were rare things, and with the numbers they had it shouldn't prove an impossible challenge. At least it shouldn't if the entire team didn't kill each other first. Lynly turned to lay eyes on their so called "Team". Hell, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if some of them were lost in the dungeon. She gave a mirthless chuckle to this thought and stepped away from the Orc and the Mages in order to better gauge their companions. She didn't get far until she was hailed by the insulting dunmer.

"Up for some sparring woman?"

Woman. Why was it that such a simple word could irritate one so? There was no way that could have hid the twitch in her eye, but she refrained from showing much more emotion then that. Instead she gripped the steel on her arms all that much harder. At first, she couldn't believe what the dunmer was asking. Sparring? With the Second? True, she might not have known much about mechanics of military hierarchy, but asking the second to spar seemed... A mite bit foolish-- if pretentious. She merely tilted her head and let out another flat, "... What?"

Instead of giving the knife-ear time to repeat himself, Lynly shook her head, "... Are you seriously that dense? We sit outside a dwemer ruin, preparing to delve into it's bowels for a trinket, and you want to spar? Are you stupid? You want to waste our energy and risk injuring each other for something silly like that?" Lynly pinched her brow as she spoke. She had pride, there was no question of that, but she was not about to lower herself to pander to this ashen knife-eared request. Lynly suspected her earlier admonishment had something to do with the request. Injured his pride perhaps. Felt like this was the way to regain it. Well Lynly was not about to humor him.

"Just get ready for some dungeon crawling. And the next time you have the urge to ask a ridiculous request, ask yourself how foolish it would make you look first," She finished her tirade and departed. Right, perhaps she didn't need to gauge her companions. She turned towards the mouth of the ruins and went right to the entrance before turning back to those waiting outside. Over the low murmur of voice, she called: "I'm going in. If you have the strength of back to follow me, be my guest," She said before pushing into the ruins.

Perhaps the reason for her entering of the ruins was that she felt more comfortable in the belly of these ancient places more than in the company of actual people. She had spent many more nights alone in the ruins rather than with living, breathing people. One thing about the ruins though... They didn't make stupid requests.

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Dayolin was smiling at the woman as if she said something funny. The fact was that he thought she was joking at first but then realized she was joking. He remembered that most in the party were not as old as himself so they did not live in the harsh time that he had lived in. The Great War was the most widespread destruction the old ones would have experienced but even that was a poor exuse for the word "harsh". He followed her inside the ruins with one hand ready to heal and the other to reign fire.

"I did not realize this place was dangerous." He called out to the nord. "This is no Umbra. Mehrunes Dagon's armies do not hide inside nor do any Falmer inside hold the Heart. I see nothing wrong with sparring for a bit of fun." He said still jokingly but a bit more quite now that he was inside. "So I am curious woman...How many wars have you fought?" He asked as a joke of her short life they continued on.

The part eventually came to a halt when a mage a fried at a gate, most likely by a rune. A simple mistake for any mage would send the fodder in first before going in themselves. While the others were gasping Dayolin cast a spell on the mages body, raising the dead mage into an undead servant. "Waste not want not." He said aloud with a smile. Necromancy was illegal in the mages guild but luckily not illegal in Imperial law. Next he sent the zombie in to activate any traps should there be any.

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Along for the ride, were the Imperial mages. Dayolin also accompanied them. He was saying something to Lynly, but something told him it was better to simply ignore the Dunmer and remain silent. As they proceeded down the corridor, their path was impeded by a set of large Dwemer doors. Something was... strange about them. A faint buzzing filled Adanion's ears as he gazed at the massive things.

"See that door, miss..." Said one of the mages, adressing Lynly as he gestured towards the doors. "We have it unlocked, but who knows what could be behind it. But now, I shall open it!" He finished with great enthusiasm. He rushed forward, seeking to push open the door with brute force. A very foolish move. As his fingers met the cold metal, an electrical pulse invaded his body. He stood for a few minutes, being literally cooked alive, until finally his body fell back into a limp and charred pile.

Adanion had no particular emotions about the mage's passing, and his face displayed it. He was no stranger to death, and though it was a sad event, he could not let it interfere with the task at hand. He walked forward to the mage's side, and crouched. "May Y'ffre guide you to green pastures, mage." He whispered softly as he closed the mage's eyelids, or rather what was left of his eyelids.

Grawl rushed in as Adanion lifted himself, and examined the walls of the Dwemer ruin. "What in Stendarr's great glory happend?!" He asked, obviously shaken by the mage's death. Sitting in plain sight, was a large golden lever. Sighing in irritation, Adanion walked towards it, and pulled the awkward instrument down. "I believe that he was looking for this, sedura." He reported to Lynly in a quietly respectful voice. As the lever lowered underneath the pressure of Adanion's hand, the doors swung open, and the electrical humming that filled the room silenced.

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Something tells me we shouldn't let the academics lead any more. Would you like point, or shall I take it?" Where the first things the Orsimer heard as he withdrew from his own sudden shock. It had been, in fact, years since he had seen death. He twisted around and looked at Dayolin, a snarl upon his face. "We don't former allies into walking husks... Release it." The Mages seemed to chattered in agreement with the Orc as he made judgement on the call. A serious look upon his face. "Nords, I'll take point, Pale-Eyes (Erick), Lynly, I want you at my flanks, cover the corners. Then I want the Mage's including the Guild one's in the middle. In the back I want anyone the Thieves and Light-weights." The large Orsimer's voice was gruff and loud, causing a slight echo. "Kahjiit, I want you next to me though you can see in the dark. No torches."

With that he turned around and began walking down a second, steep decent of stairs. Expecting the part to form up in his given orders. The hallway was wide and lined with Dwarvish metal and stonework, and despite the centuries was holding better than many Imperial or Nordic dwellings. They passed multiple open gates before veering right again. A large metal door blocked the chamber at the end of the decent. It was obviously made to keep stuff out unlike the electrified door which was meant to hold beings in. The bars on this door were more fine and thick, with no humming. Just a normal set of doors. The lever was seen inside and there were no side paths into the room. Grawl stopped and pondered a moment, looking down the sides of the door. "I got this one." He utter and lifted his massive Orcish hammer off his back-holster, signaling the group back he lifted the massive bludgeoning object over his head and gave a violent lunge foward, bringing the head of the weapon smack upon the center of the gate. The metal, shuddered and creaked before swinging open with a loud cackling noise with a underhue of grating upon the stone. Once the door was open it lead into a large chamber with a metal floor. The floor seemed to have one large seem in it and there were three different hallways all heading into the cold darkness. A trickle of water could be heard down, and soft skittering down another. (Only to sensitive ears.) And above them was the celing was also Dwemer metal.

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Sobek did approve of how things were being controlled. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, rather that following their commander. People were going to die at this rate. He hissed in irritation, albeit quietly, to himself. Sure enough, not five minutes in the ruins, one of the Imperial mages got caught in an open current electric trap and fried. Sobek snorted, trying to get the smell of roasted pork out of his sensitive nose. The stupid Dark Elf decided to resurrect the mage as an undead, drawing the Orc's wrath. It didn't anger just the Orc, he felt undercurrents of anger go through most of the group at the desecration of a comrade's corpse.

The Orc, what was his name? Grawl, he thought. Grawl started snapping orders, directing the members of the group in a surprisingly accurate battle formation. He must have been former military. Sobek slowed to let others past him, and drew his bow, crouching as he did. A couple seconds, and not even the Khajit would be able to see him. Sobek whispered a prayer to Nocturnal, and nocked an Orcish arrow, but did not draw. Briefly he thought he had heard something moving, but after a second of straining his hearing, he discounted it as his imagination, which was full of dwemer spider automatons.

He spoke cautiously, and low, his voice carrying to everyone all the same. "From thiss point on, it would be besst not to sspeak. If there are Falmer about, they will home on sspeech like an beess to a honey thief. And they will be numerouss."

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"But he is going to die again anyway! Why waste magical fodder!?" Dayolin said furiously as he disspelled the reanimation. He could understand why the other Imperial mages disagreed with raising fallen allies, after all the raised undead did feel great pain. When the orc called formation he was grateful that he would be protected from all sides. It also gave him a perfect place to cast area spells on the party. In one hand he prepared to cast a healing spell and in the other he prepared to launch a fireball.

The party began to dwell deeper into the dwemer ruins. He always wondered how the dwemer could ever live down here since the massive empty space was far from holesome. Also why have mechanical servants when one could own a living one? Then he thought back to the snow elves and how they were mutilated into the twisted beings that are now the falmer. This was long before the chimer even arrived to Morrowind. The argonian mentioned the cursed race and Dayolin felt a stab of pity for them. He was terrible at hiding his emotions but he truley hoped they would not need to kill any falmer.