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Post by Neravarine on Jun 14, 2009 19:12:47 GMT -5
Rasheer just dug out his small lute and started tuning it calmly, expression emotionless, although the khajiit DID raise an eyebrow when he heard the argonian's terrified comment.
The old dunmer whistled merrily as he dug out a long, leather glove from his backpack. Fathos then preceded to slip it over his left arm. It was long enough to go up to his elbow. His red eyes glinted a little crazily as he flexed his fingers, bent down, and thrusted it into a small hole in the front of the driver seat that was carved into the beast. The weight shifted, and a long, haunting coo echoed in the night sky...
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 18, 2009 16:43:54 GMT -5
Nalia gritted her teeth and shivered, her own organs aching in sympathy. "You know, maybe walking everywhere isn't such a bad idea." She thought to herself. "Great exercise. Very scenic." Still, Vivic was an awful ways away from Balmora, and even though she hadn't put much thought into visiting there, it still might be nice to see one of the biggest cities in Morrowind... Though she still had a nagging wonder of who the hell invented this way of travel.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 18, 2009 16:51:22 GMT -5
Then, with a last shift, the silt strider started walking, it's crab-like legs going about 15 miles an hour, heading toward the river which led to the coast. A pleasant breeze ruffled Rasheer's short fur as he put the lute away and glanced at the argonian curiously with green eyes. "Are you following Rasheer?" The khajiit assassin asked in his raspy voice. Now that he had a chance, the khajiit made a mental note of her appearance, and could have sworn she looked familiar, though he knew they had not met directly before... Where did he see her image?...
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 18, 2009 17:06:41 GMT -5
"Huh?" The Argonian turned to look at the Khajit. "Probably. Unless I don't like where you're going." She replied simply. "I was getting bored. This looked exciting."
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 18, 2009 17:17:05 GMT -5
"Well, you don't look like Rasheer's guild material." He said bluntly with a sly smile, pointing a clawed hand at her massive katanas that were strapped to her back. "We prefer stealth. If you keep following Rasheer, I will lose the argonian in Vivic, where she will be surrounded by people and crowds, and hopefully will find other amusements." The khajiit frowned. "Trust Rasheer argonian, you don't want to get close to this one."
The dunmer listened silently as he steered the massive insect toward the sea. Once they reached the water where there wasn't a threat of civilians, he would make Bess run around the coast till they reached Vivic. In the mean time, enjoy the scenery. The large netch as they floated in the distance, the eerie howling of nix hounds in the wind, and the exotic beauty of the land... Was simply breath taking for the elderly dunmer. His red eyes narrowed lightly and a small smile was on his lips. He never tired of it... And his passengers were certainly interesting.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 19, 2009 18:55:21 GMT -5
(Reply pwease....)
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 19, 2009 23:20:13 GMT -5
Nalia huffed. "I can be plenty stealthy whenever I want to. I just usually don't want to." She replied. "And amuse isn't exactly the word I would use. You could lead me through a valley full of Cliffracers and I'd still find you interesting. Its not that I'm bored so much as curious."
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 20, 2009 11:39:39 GMT -5
Rasheer nodded slowly, leaning back against the chitin seat, green eyes staring at the twins moons and the constellations of stars above. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle breeze of the ocean's air and the steady creaking of the silt strider's incredibly long legs. "What brings argonian to Morrowind?" Rasheer asked in his raspy voice.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 20, 2009 12:57:08 GMT -5
Nalia stiffened a little, but relaxed just as quickly. "Well, I've always lived in Morrowind. I was born here, though I was born on the mainland. My grandparents are escaped slaves on both sides of the family. My parents moved to Vvardenfell when I almost got captured by slavers and here I am, riding a crustacean to Vivic."
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 20, 2009 13:42:55 GMT -5
Rasheer just listened quietly, his black ear flicking at the word "slaves" and "slavers". For a long time, the Moraq Tong assassin was dead silent, then started shuffling in his leather pouch, bringing out a dusty iron bracer with the engraved number 38 on it, and handed it to Nalia. "Rasheer still remembers the crack of the whip. Still remembers being moved around in cage like cattle, and being bought like one. Still remembers near starved argonians and khajiits on illegal plantation, harvesting intoxicating moon sugar... Remembers the faces of evil masters as they barked in harsh voices..." Rasheer's green eyes narrowed darkly. "Rasheer remembers his 19 year old mother dying on that plantation... Still remembers the taste of blood as Rasheer slit the throats of Commona Tong... Tasted like dirt they were. Rasheer will never forget. Be happy you tasted freedom for so long argonian..."
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 20, 2009 18:23:33 GMT -5
"I am..." She said quietly, studying the old bracer with interest. Her grandparents would never let her forget how fortunate she was. At the same time they would never let her forget the evils of the Dunmer and would constantly drill into her mind that you should never trust one. Those lessons stuck with her for the rest of her life. "I wish it would end." She said before handing back the bracer. "Its been my goal to travel back to the Black Marsh where my grandparents were taken from. I've always wanted to leave Morrowind for good, but I'm not sure if I ever will. There's always something I have to do or priorities to set straight, and when it comes down to it, I think I'm just scared to leave. And my name's Nalia by the way." The female Argonian said.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 20, 2009 19:07:41 GMT -5
"Rasheer is pleased to meet you Nalia." The khajiit murmured. "And he agrees with you. There... Is no need for slavery." Rasheer's expression looked pained as he said this, but realized he was still talking to her. The khajiit glanced at the argonian with renewed interest. "Why is Nalia scared of going away from Morrowind?"
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