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Post by Charley on Sept 5, 2009 11:45:54 GMT -5
"Look, little one, if you came out of my sleeve you would be worshipped here. They have a huge monument bigger than the one in Talos District at the Imperial City!"
A strange woman was standing before the intricate statue of a large dragon. She was strange for her hair was snowy white. A hue that was not common in Morrowind, nor was snow for that matter. It looked as if she were talking to herself, or to the statue, locals were trying to avoid her for some reason, so many drew their own conclusions.
"I really should figure out how to make you talk." She said. Speaking as if to no one, perhaps someone in her head.
"What would I need for that? I'm pretty sure someone made a spell somehow to read minds."
She was in fact not talking to her self, but a small creature hiding in her left sleeve. Comfortable enough to hang on and somehow light enough to not make too much of an indent on her sleeve to announce it's existence too loudly. She did wonder why he was so light. As her monologue continued it would chatter back in quiet chirping. She was convinced that it certainly was trying to hold a conversation with her and they were both getting frustrated that he couldn't be understood properly other than obvious objections and affections.
The woman's name was Imbri, she had a last name but forgot about it a couple years back. Turns out many here don't have last names anyway. She felt most comfortable in the imperial like towns, objecting to the giant bugs of this land and the strange if unique housing made out of, of course, insect like remains. No wonder the Dunmer where uptight about their ways, it was strange and hard for at least this Tamriel Breton to accept.
They certainly had more of those hard to find herbs that she needed and could never find naturally in her homeland. She missed the peony's and tiger lilies and daisies and pretty flowers. Here they had mud, and strange glowing fungus and not to mention the trees look to be out of this world.
"Alright well lets see what they have in the local stores here." and she started off to the nearest shop.
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 5, 2009 13:16:45 GMT -5
Ah Ebonheart... Where the whole hypocrisy started. Where imperial and dunmer heads duked it out with their petty words... Where one of the greatest sins had started. This simple port town was what held Duke Dren, head of this province of Morrowind. Protected by Uriel Septim to lead Morrowind, there had been recent problems with the imperial elected king... Mainly because he was imperial elected. The Great Houses have been at each other's throats, and at the foreign influence(but that wasn't really new... But it had been more vicious as of late.) The blight, the strange dunmer sickness.... Created by the dunmer's failings or their triumphs? Did the dunmer fail to stop this harm, or was a dunmer's success that brought harm? Rasheer didn't know... It was hard to understand the black elves sometimes, who were capable of much harm(his slavery) and good(When grandmaster Eno rescued him and raised him like a son.) In fact, it was hard to understand most nofurs and their strange ties to their processions. That was typical khajiit thinking, the concept of stealing never really left it's mark on their mind. Rasheer was a different type of thief though... He was a thief of human lives... His connection to the Moraq Tong... And he also gave life... He being a member of the Twin lamps, freeing those who were enslaved. And like any Khajiit, he didn't care much about it afterwards... But that didn't mean he never cared.
The argonian missionary... What looks like a simple group of the lizard folk training to be monks, was actually a hidden organization dedicated to the end of slavery. It was a large stone building, near the corner of Ebonheart. Rumor had it that the imperials knew that it was an antislavery organization, something the dunmer were critical of. But most imperials who were true to their race's beliefs didn't believe in slavery, and since they couldn't support it's goal because of the Armistice, they simply didn't take action to arrest or investigate suspected members. A figure walked out of this door, a cloaked one wearing simple brown robes, who carefully closed the wooden door behind him, revealing black furred hands that were equipped with claws. The khajiit then turned around, walking through the crowds of people, mainly sailors, merchants, and citizens. Rasheer was deep in thought though, staring at the ground with his green eyes thoughtfully, using his instinct rather than his sense to tell him where he was going. This, of course caused him to bump into Imbri when he turned the corner near the end, past the stone stairs that led to the statue of Akatosh. "Rasheer says his apologies, he didn't realize you were there." The khajiit assassin stated with a raspy voice as he came to his senses.
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Post by Charley on Sept 6, 2009 0:04:41 GMT -5
"There really isn't much in the way of shops here are there?" Imbri said keeping up her monologue with her self. At least she wasn't aware of them, or couldn't see clear signage, but then again she was also in deep thought of how to find or make a spell for her little friend to use. As she rounded a corner her thoughts were else where and she nearly- nope too late she already did- bump into someone.
"Oh! Terribly Sorry!" She exclaimed at the same time The khajiit said his apologies. "Honestly, I don't think that was your fault." and she gave him a friendly smile, "I get so caught up about spells and potions I sometimes just wander for days!" She continued, speaking a little too loudly, for she was trying to cover up the rampant chittering and chirping coming from her sleeve.
Imbri had never personally got to know a Khajiit, and was not familiar with their attributes, but she wondered now if they had as good as hearing as their wilder counterparts. Those ears did wonders she could guess. Her off colored eyes danced between the feline eyes to feline lumps under its hood. She was also not very good at determining if a Khajiit was male or female. She didn't even know if the little creature in her sleeve was still a male but she hoped that it was and she was sorry if she had changed it too much, she was sorry she even changed him in the first place.
"Rasheer, nice to meet you." Her Breton voice butchered the elegance and almost purr like quality of his name, she accidentally made it raspy and harsh through her teeth with her accent. They always did say their names better than anyone else. "I'm Imbri. Some call me crazy." Indeed her off eyes did it a little, but her overly large pupil of one eye always made more than one person uneasy.
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 6, 2009 10:29:05 GMT -5
Rasheer's green, tiger-like eyes trailed from the breton's face down to her sleeth before the khajiit politely smiled, though uneasily, showing off his canines. Rasheer could hear... Chittering from her sleeth... Frankly, it was slightly disturbing for the khajiit. Probably her pet familiar. But Rasheer knew better than to bring it up. This nofur named Imbri was obviously a powerful mage, and if she wanted to talk about it, she would... Besides... Rasheer had a job to do for the Lamps, and he wanted to remain inconspicuous. "Crazy? I'm sure this Imbri isn't crazy... Rasheer has had enough craziness in his life passing once through Telvanni territory... Wait... Are... You Telvanni?"  |
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Post by Charley on Sept 6, 2009 16:24:22 GMT -5
"What me? Telvanni? Goodness no! I'm what you people call an Outlander, Cyrodill is my country." She laughed at his question. She didn't really understand any of the 'houses' of Morrowind. She didn't really understand Vvardenfell and it's local factions as a general whole, too many mushrooms as trees and not enough real foliage for her liking, along with the general hostility of the Dunmer.
She had noted his green eyes eyeing her sleeve and knew that she would have a harder time hiding this secret than she originally thought. Then again the little creature might want to be shown off, but if shown to the wrong people he could be a real bad asset and problem. They would probably start thinking the poor thing was the great Talos reborn.
At least he didn't remark on it, if someone with more curiosity than he had taken notice she would have been in trouble. Her sleeve was a poor excuse to hide him.
Well as long as he was fine with it she may as well get along and find ingredients and maybe local spell masters, she had a task in mind.
"Well I need to get moving. Do you know where the nearest Mages Guild is? Maybe an Apothecary as well?" She asked, hopefully she didn't have to travel in the darn wilderness again, she just came by boat so she could miss all the fun on the land. Maybe if they were heading in the same direction they would travel together if she needed to actually go somewhere.
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 6, 2009 20:53:47 GMT -5
"Rasheer doesn't know of any Mages guild in Ebonheart... Or any imperial sanctioned guild..." The khajiit stated. "If there is one, it will be in the nofur fort, the imperials... But Rasheer doesn't normally go in there so Rasheer wouldn't know." He glanced at her with thoughtful green eyes. "Rasheer remembers healers who sell spells... In the scaled folk's monastery, and in the fort, near the imperial's gods and their altar."
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 8, 2009 15:36:08 GMT -5
OOC:Kay
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Post by Charley on Sept 10, 2009 20:40:55 GMT -5
It took Imbri a moment to remember what Khajiits meant by scaled folk then she saw an Argonian walk by and she nearly smacked her face with her hand for forgetting.
Maybe an Argonian mage would be helpful for her personal quest, they were the closest looking to dragons anyway.
"The fort. Alright then, I guess I'll see you later, Thank-you" and she quickly turned around, unknowing that she had dislodged her small companion from her sleeve and he went tumbling to the ground before the khajiit. In full view. With a great a terribly loud cheep the poor little reptile fell to the ground, it's instincts to open it's leathery wings not quite developed.
With the loud noise Imbri whirled back around and gasped as she saw the poor creature sprawled on its back and flipping itself back over. She leaped on top of the creature hiding it from view, it was no larger than a slender foot long body including head and neck, it's tail had been longer and it the coloring was a bright vibrant blue.
Hoping that she had not caught too much attention with her action and the dragon's panicked cry, she ducked her head and lifted her hood. Her off color eyes met Rasheer and fear was evident in hers. She was afraid of what he'll do. Before anything else happened she quickly tried to duck out of view and disappear from the crowded streets into a dark alleyway.
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 10, 2009 21:07:46 GMT -5
Rasheer's green eyes widened, and his cat-like pupils widened at the sight of the... Well... Dragon... The khajiit blinked his eyes once underneath the shade of the hood, green eyes glowing eerily. Imbri, this mage Rasheer met, obviously... Was a little soft in the head about certain things... Like hiding a legendary creature said to be bring great wrath or good, a few of them being worhipped in imperial, nord, elven, and yes, even khajiit culture. When Imbri hid the creature again, rather badly... Rasheer looked thoughtful for a moment, before he turned a corner of a building after the mage slipped away. Bringing his hand up, a shimmering green aura radiated from the palm, an the khajiiti assasin vanished as he turned into a shimmering, transparancy of his former self, trailing the mage through the crowd stealthily. Following her scent and using his stalking skills, Rasheer sneaked just a little bit behind the mage in the alleyways.
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Post by Charley on Sept 11, 2009 11:50:46 GMT -5
"Too close little one, too close. I'm sure he saw you." She murmured to her self, completely unaware that she was being followed. The little dragon was clinging to the front of her robes, it's claws digging in and peircing the fabric. "I think we're alright now." she siad, and proceeded to gently pry his little claws away from her breast. He was breathing quickly, and his little cyan blue eyes were wide and almost white from fear, he clung to her arm as she tried to set him down on a crate beside her, she needed to make sure he didn't come to any harm.
"Hush little one, it's alright. No one is here, it's just us." The creature calmed somewhat, and emitted a low coo like hum from it's throat. She proceeded to check out his wings, make sure they weren't damaged while he preened himself with the other wing like claw. His wing span would be two and half feet wide with both outstretched.
"There, nothing but a scare." she siad and smiled at the little thing. "You really should have a name. I don't know your formor name. Part of the reason why I want to make you talk somehow." She spoke to it as if it were another person, or a grown child in her care. She put out her hand and he let her stroke him on his scaly blue head.
"What if I can never change you back?" but it didn't seem the dragon was listening, it was emitting it's own contented hum of approval as she stroked it like a pet.
Then silence dropped from the alley way as the dragon suddenly became tense. In turn Imbri froze. Her back was to the alleyway entrance, she slowly turned back to it and saw nothing. The dragon obviously had higher senses than her self. Did that mean he was becoming a natual dragon? Her off color gaze scanned the area, still nothing came up. But the cyan almost white eyes of the dragon was following something, curiosity was mainly it's forte at the moment.
Imbri then suddenly remembered there was a spell to make one invisible, how could she have forgotten it? Someone was there and they had a good long look at her companion.
She narrowed her eyes at empty space, "Alright, you cuaght me. had a good look? Now show your self!" This person might have been there before she appeared, they might have followed her she didn't know. How long had they been there?
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 11, 2009 16:32:49 GMT -5
The shimmering mirage vanished to reveal the khajiit, though the hood was down, showing off his black tufted ears that were mounted higher up on his skull. The elliptical green eyes glowed in the dark alleys as Rasheer, now fully visible, leaned against the mossy stone wall, contemplating Imbri with pure curiosity. The expression was so laughingly kitten-like, it would have been humorous on different circumstances.
"Rasheer sees why this Imbri hides now... But the nofur should realize she is suspicious with her obviousness... Khajiit especially see things that others want to remain hidden. It's the khajiit's nature." The black khajiit's robes gently touched the grime of the alley as he steeped forward on bare, paw-like feet, each movement was slow and calm, and seemed to hold it's own sort of grace to it. After getting a little closer, Rasheer tilted his head as his green eyes met the dragon's cyan ones. "This dragon isn't prey... It knew Rasheer was there... And showed no fear." It was more to himself than Imbri. "Does the dragon have a name?"
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Post by Charley on Sept 12, 2009 10:48:49 GMT -5
Imbri practically sighed with relief, it was the Khajiit she met earlier. She should have known he would follow her after that whole ordeal.
"I wasn't being too obvious..." She weakly argued and turned to the little dragon on the crate of who looked up and met her eyes, "Was I?" She asked it. The dragon closed its eyes and nodded, and emitted a quiet chirping that sounded more like a giggle.
"Oh I see you were trying to tell me weren't you? Silly little beast." She scoffed and waved a hand at him while turning away. They certainly knew how to communicate between them, and the dragon's responses were almost people like.
"If he wasn't prey sized at least, then he would have left me long ago. I can imagine a Cliff Racer hunting him down. He has a name, well had one before I accidentally changed him." She turned back to the little dragon. Rasheer was hovering over it, the little guy was gazing into the Khajiit's large green eyes. It's head stretching up so much that he almost touched the cat's nose.
"On my way here I was experimenting with making my own spells. I was going to experiment one of them on a rat when a slaved Argonian jumped in the way. The cave rat was still there when the dust settled, and there he was, instead of the poor starving creature trying to kill the rat for food. When his master saw what happened he turned him over to me. The bastard didn't even care, starving his own slaves like that, and when rendered useless he just gave them away. He didn't tell me his name or anything! I think he's turning into a dragon more each day. Getting natural instincts that weren't there before. Like seeing you invisible like that? Last week he wouldn't have noticed like me." She paused in her monologue, looking again to the dragon. He had proceeded to climb her robes, he was halfway to her should when she looked down. He made his way to her shoulder and sat contentedly, his eyes watching Rasheer.
"So he's not really a dragon. I was going to find someone that might help to either change him back or change his throat so he could talk or something."
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 12, 2009 23:02:46 GMT -5
The black furred khajiit just stared down at the dragon then back at Imbri in utter shock... He never heard of such a thing... Magic... Something relatively mysterious to the khajiit could unleash such power? It only added to the superstitious beliefs his kind has of it, taught orally through tribals traditions. Only the mystics and sometimes the chieftan of the northern tribes used magic, and even then... Altering shape? "Rasheer.... Is shocked... This dragon is argonian? Scaled folk? Was a slave?... Where did Imbri first get dra-... Argonian?..." As the khajiit assasin said this, he kept giving nervous glances both at Imbri and the dragon... He didn't want to be turned into a housecat after all...
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Post by Charley on Sept 14, 2009 13:51:57 GMT -5
Imbri had to smirk at his reaction, shocked indeed.
"It was on my way to Morrowind from Cyrodiil, on the boat. He was starved and shackled and his Master didn't give a care." She said the last statement with ice in her voice. The dragon the reacted immediately to her mood change and worriedly chirped in her ear. It was as if he were bonded emotionally to her or at least tuned in. When she saw his reaction she smiled down at him and gave him a gentle pat.
"He's certainly happier. Well fed, bathed, cared for. He lets me know if I accidentally neglect him, being to engrossed in one of my projects. He's a sweet thing, it pains me to not know his real name, and I don't want to just name him either. But it seems as time goes on, he's less of his former self, Argonian, and more like little dragon, and a companion pet." She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"I don't know, maybe he wants to stay this way. It would be fun to be a dragon in this land who worships them, but it's untruthful cause he's wasn't born this way and he only got that way with an accident, though fortunate as it is. I want a better way to communicate with him. He's pretty bright, if I do say so my self." She continued. Although she liked the fact that she had turned someone into a dragon, she might not be able to do it again and she was worried it might misfire, again. She wanted to make sure she could turn them back if she ever wanted to try it again. She felt guilty changing the argonian, but half of her was proud also and didn't want to change him back.
She was a talker, and she hoped she didn't just confide in this Khajiit only to make her and the dragon more vulnerable.
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Post by Neravarine on Sept 15, 2009 17:07:59 GMT -5
Rasheer narrowed his green eyes thoughtfully, and just... Stared at Imbri, judging her words, weighing them in his mind. He probed her character in his mind, trying to find out what how she saw the issues he was about to present. There was really nothing he could do for the argonian... But the khajiit was interested in other things. "Rasheer doesn't know how he could help... Erm... Argonian... But Rasheer could tell you if he hears anything he supposes." The khajiit leaned back against the wall, rubbing his furry chin thoughtfully. "Where did this slave ship dock at Imbri? Rasheer would be... Interested in it's illegal cargo."
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