| The Bee and The Barb, Riften | |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:39 AM Post #1 |
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(started with DaemonsWench) *Zorina stood near the bar of The Bee and the Barb, watching the people quietly. She had been in Riften for a few days, looking for work and had yet to find anything she was willing to take. She knew that that the Theives Guild was housed in this town but getting in wasn't always the easiet thing. She sighed softly at the idea...she was trying to get away from this kind of life but really, she needed the gold. Sleeping out on the cold ground was very unforgiving. Suddenly the door opened and a man slipped in, looking throughout the room then he spotted her and nodded once before turning around and heading back out. She smirked....business as it was, must be good. Throwing a coin down on the bar for her drink she slid among the edge of the room, and out the door, looking around she watched as the man went around a corner.* "By the Nines I hate all the games that must be played." |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:41 AM Post #2 |
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((Daemon_rising)) *Frekas walked by Merryfair farms on his way to Riften, glowering as he looked over his steel horned helmet, with a massive crack from where it caught an axe blow from a particularily violent Orc bandit, and huffed as he spoke to no one in particular.* "Just because I am a blacksmith doesn't mean I LIKE fixing my gear all the bloody time. Shor's Bones, I need to get some more training......or better armour." *His entire armour set, like his weapons, were steel, but his talent at working with it wasn't as skillfull as he would like. He knew he'd never beat Eorland Grey-mane.....but he wouldn't mind being compared in the same breath as the legendary smith of the Companions. Regardless, he needed to visit a smithy to fix his armour, and since Riften was closest, Frekas decided it would work well enough for his needs. He'd just need to keep an eye on his coinpurse.* |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:41 AM Post #3 |
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(DW-DaemonsWench)) *As she rounded the corner the man stopped and waited for her to join him. She looked him up and down, noting his red hair and Nordish looks she smirked* "I hear you are looking for the theives guild. I am Brynjolf and if you can managed to steal Madesi's Silver Ring from the strongbox located under his stall and then plant it inside of the pocket of Brand-Shei , the local general stall owner, I may be able to give you more information. I will cause a distraction to allow you the chance to do this. Let me know when you are ready." *she looked towards the people he indicated and watched the market for a moment, nodding slowly. She could see how it could work, though she was a bit nervous about doing it in broad daylight.* "I will do it." *Bryjolf moved and made himself the center of attention. She listed a moment, ducking down behind a crate she crept towards the market stall that had Madesi's ring. Deftly she managed to get the ring from the stall and made her way behind Brand-Shei, biting her lip she looked to make sure no one was watching her as she started to slide her hand foward to drop the ring in on the Dunmer's pocket.* |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:43 AM Post #4 |
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(DW's second character) *Ladia happened to be crossing near Merryfair farms when she spotted the man talking to himself. She paused a moment and blinked then shrugged. Considering he was looking for a place to repair and she was looking for someone who could fix a few problems with her hide armor she figured she might as well introduce herself. She began to jog after him.* "Hey wait up." *She smiled as she came up on him, tossing her braid over her shoulder. She looked over his armor and nodded, making the mental decision he could probably handle fixing her things she only smiled brighter.* "Hello I am Ladia, I happen to be on my way into Riften for supplies and it seems like you are headed there. Care for company?" |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:43 AM Post #5 |
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(DR-Daemon_Rising) *he looked up, smiling at her friendliness* "Aye, I could use the company. My name is Frekas. Frekas Helm-Forger. When we get to Riften I'll have to live up to my name." *he chuckled lightly, looking over her armour* "Seems to me like you could use sone repairs as well. Tell you what; buy me a mead and I'll do your repairs instead of the smith in Riften. I have plenty of pelts I need to render into leather anyway." |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:44 AM Post #6 |
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(DW's second) *she smiled at the obviously Nordish man and nodded* "True enough I could use the repairs." *she hitched her pack higher up and changed her stride to match his* "And I would be happy to buy you a mead. Got a preference?" *she smirked, wondering if he, like man, was a fan of the Black-Briar Mead drinker.* |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:45 AM Post #7 |
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(DR) *he chuckled gently* "I am partial to Honningbrew but I wouldn't say no to Black-Briar. Depends on how rich you feel like being." |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:46 AM Post #8 |
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(DW Main) *Right as Zorina slipped her hand in the man's pocket he turned, grabbing her wrist* "What are you doing?" *Zorina growled and jerked her hand free, slipping off into the crowd she jumped inbetween two buildings and around a corner and sunk low between two barrels.* "By the Nines what the hell. I have never had such crummy luck." *After quite a time she headed back into the thick of things, making her way back to Brynjolf. As she looked through the crowd she narrowed her eyes when the very man she was looking for spoke behind her.* "Well that wasn't sucessful...but I still see potential in you. Meet me in the Ragged Flagon down in the Ratway to discuss membership." |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:46 AM Post #9 |
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(DW Second) *She smiled at him and eyed him again, rather curious about him, most Nords she had met wanted only the Black-Briar.* "So tell me...Frekas correct. How is it you find yourself on the way to Riften? Are you from there?" |
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| Admin | Oct 20 2013, 11:47 AM Post #10 |
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(DR) *Frekas shook his head, smiling* "No, I hail from Whiterun. I found myself coming through the Rift on my travels and had delved into a cave I belived bandits to have inhabited. Needless to say, I was right." *he chuckled brightly, in much better spirits with a companion to travel with* |
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