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originally posted in:Arsinar And Omolon
8/28/2015 3:10:32 AM
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Sir Toland rents a room at a local inn, boarding his horse at its stable. After tending to his horse personally he begins to walk around taking in the sights.
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Edited by Annihilation : 8/28/2015 8:12:38 PM[b]A man wearing thin Dwemer armor approaches the shop, his mechanical dwemer plated dog follows a few feet behind. He stares at you with a confused look.[/b] "And who might you be?" [b]He says in a Scottish accent.[/b]
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The knight looks from both the man to the dog. "I am sir Toland. Who are you?"
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"I am Valon Fraywater, Dwarf of the Red Mountains! What's your business here?"
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"I am a knight-errant, I travel helping where I am needed. Do you require or know of someone who would require assistance?"
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"Not at the moment no, sorry. But maybe you could start a business in Carnahan for mercinaries? So people will know that they can get more than one person to protect them? I don't know, just a thought I'm not the brightest torch in the castle."
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He shakes his head. "I am not looking to make a profit, only to help the people of this town."
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Edited by Annihilation : 8/28/2015 8:34:06 PM"Ah, you seem like a good man I'll make sure to tell you if there's anyone in need. Or maybe you could find someone yourself, who knows? Where might I find you lad?"
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"I rented a room at the inn, though I may be at the temple. If I'm at neither I've found work to do."
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"Alright, I guess I'll see you around then lad." [b]He smiles and starts walking towards the woods, his dog "sniffs" your foot. He whistles for it and it runs off into the trees.[/b]
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[b]the largest shop in the town is noticeably it's blacksmits. With multiple forges running, orders being shipped off to their clients, the large shop is manned by various apprentices, and led by the Smith, Sakeerius. He is seen working one of the forges, underneath the shade of his roof.[/b]
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Sir Toland, interested in what the man has to offer approaches. Sliding his visor up to speak with the man. "Ho there, I assume you are the smith?"
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[b]the Argonian man seems to be carefully avoiding the sunlight. He stops hammering on a piece of metal as he turns to the newcomer.[/b] "Indeed I am, my good sir, why do you ask?"
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"I am sir Toland, of a minor court in daggerfall you won't have heard of. I simply ask because I need supplies to men my armor."
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"Of course, that is our specialty here. How many? And of what craft?" [b]you notice how pale his skin is for an Argonian. His bright amber eyes glow an unnatural glow...[/b]
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"Steel, leather as well not more than a few ingots and a roll of leather . How long have you been afflicted?"
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"Hmm... I do believe it was... one, maybe two hundred years. So, imperial gear? Believe me, it will be the finest steel you will ever have seen, and worn. This will stop a Dwemer arrow dead in its tracks."
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He nods. "At this point it is the only thing keeping you alive I see, now to the important question how do you quell your hunger?"
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[b]he stops his hammering, which he had resumed some time ago.[/b] "Nobody ever misses a thief this way, or a murder that way, you know how it goes. Well, actually, you don't, but you seem like someone high-placed, I'm sure you can understand."
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He shakes his head. "I was afraid of that. Yet as I get the feeling that the local population is aware of what you are I will do nothing."
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"I assure you, the population know me well. Have you heard the story of little suzie? Or of the old Marguerite? I'm not surprised you haven't. Both of them, kidnapped by bandits. They rаped the little one for days, and kept the old one for everything else from cooking to cleaning them. So do you sympathize for bandits? Do you think what they did was righteous? Because here is how their story ends. Little suzie and old Marguerite were both rescued by an Argonian blacksmith, by the name of Sakeerius. The population were more than happy to give him the subdued and shackled bandits. So are you saying what they did out of lust and pleasure, was righteous compared to a man, seeking but to sustain himself?"
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"Even more evidence showing that I should not take action. You must understand, I hunt evil creatures, daedra, mainly but the undead when they make nuisances of themselves. Seeing that you don't terrorize the area I don't have to, nor will I attempt, to kill you. I only asked how you sustained yourself because I look for an alternative for the afflicted than to drink blood, even if it is from those who should be killed."
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"I have tried indeed. Animals, other undead, even myself. But none work. Curses of otherworldly origins aren't something you can simply workaround. That is something I have found out the hard way..."
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"It is unfortunate, I am unsure if the cure would kill you or not, but I have the feeling you are resourceful enough to obtain it on your own. Now that I think of it, is there anything that needs done around here? Any unexplained mysteries or perhaps simply someone needs a healer?"
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"Do not mistake my intentions. I have no wish for a cure anymore. I have accepted my curse, and learned to live with it as a gift. And no, no healers are required as far as my knowledge goes. Perhaps ask at our temple of Kynareth"
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He nods. "I thought as much, well how much for the supplies at any rate?"
