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Post by Dussie on Jan 25, 2014 19:43:45 GMT -5
"My name is Donalbain. Call me Don." The man said with a smile. "As for these ropes, you are all sorts of hog-tied." He took a knife from her and cut the ropes, sliding the knife back into her holster. "You, or rather we, should get out of here. It's not hard to guess you're part of the guild, and well, I've been looking for awhile." Only damn reason Riften was worth coming to.
((Short, but in my defense, I've written more posts in the last two hours than the rest of the week.))
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Post by Lady Stark on Jan 25, 2014 20:47:55 GMT -5
"Donalbain sounds a bit much for a name." Maire was getting restless. Her eyes darted back to Don once or twice and sighed. The guards would come any minute, and this man was taking his time with untying her. She sighed, tapping her foot. But Don simply sliced her rope, using her blade at that, and she snarled at him as she rubbed her wrists. "You wanna join the guild?" she asked, almost like a bark. "Then come on." she turned and darted down the alley again. Stick to the shadows... she reminded herself, hiding under the shadows cast by the overhangs and trees. Soon, they were at the entrance to the Ratway. "This is the place." she told him, opening the door and stepping inside the smelly tunnels. She took a torch that was hanging on the wall and wandered deeper into the tunnels. She said nothing as she led the way.
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Post by Dussie on Jan 26, 2014 14:29:05 GMT -5
"Why do you think I go by Don then?" He asked in a snarky voice. He followed her through Riften and down into the lower level. Of course! That made enough sense to hide their entrance in the sewer. "You misunderstand me, miss. I don't wanna join. I just wanna have some fun around here. The guild is the mos interesting thing to come out of this place." She'd already shown him the entrance. It was too late to simply deny him entry now. "That little tussle was the most interesting thing I've done all month. But I'm not thief." He didn't exactly have anything against it, but he didn't have the skill set to practice. He was a battlemage, and really only because conjuration came easy to him.
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Post by Lady Stark on Jan 26, 2014 14:53:02 GMT -5
Maire rolled her eyes when Don replied with a snarky voice. She was about to answer back when he said that he didn't want to join the Thieves' Guild. Her blue eyes flicked back at him and she snarled deeply. "Whatever. You should at least stay around here until things calm down up there." maybe someone could encourage him to join. Maire didn't care for him much. Sure he saved her, but that was all he did. Her blue focused in front of her once more. The place stank, and the stink clung to her clothes as well. It was almost too much to stand. She walked to the entrance of the Ragged Flagon and opened the door. There stood her home in all of its glory, a shallow pool of water that rested below a dock-like structure. She lazily strolled to one of the steps and approached a group of people that were playing cards in a corner. One, another Nord, slowly munched on an apple. His opponent was a Khajiit woman, looking intensely at her cards. "Good to see you again, Maire." he said. "This man went and ruined my last heist." Maire told him. "He's so dull he went right in my way." "Oh? Why did you bring him here?" the man asked. He looked at Don, sniffing loudly. "What is your name?"
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Post by Dussie on Jan 26, 2014 22:42:31 GMT -5
Don followed Maire close enough through the ratways. They stank. They stank much like vomit and piss, actually. Oh, sewers. But the Ragged Flagon was a change. It smelled like vomit, piss and blood. Such lovely flavors for the nose. "I'm Donalbain. I go by Don. And you're little friend here is neglecting to mention that without me she might be sitting in jail, and we'd still have two unwanted guards in our realm." He eyed Maire as he held our a hand to shake. "It's a pleasure, I'm sure." He said as his attention returned to the man. He was cautious. On edge. Anxiety was a constant presence. He was surrounded by thieves and in Markarth, he didn 'to exactly get told the truth. Thieves were portrayed almost as nasty as the Dark Brotherhood. He didn't want a dagger in his back just for following a strange woman into a dark sewer. Actually, when put that way, he might deserve it for the sheer stupidity of the action.
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Post by Lady Stark on Jan 26, 2014 22:52:01 GMT -5
[Question. Nightingales are ghosts right? They protect the shrine of Nocturnal or something?]
The man shook Don's hand. "Name's Mars. I took care of Maire since she was a young girl, so I know she can be a bit hot blooded." he furrowed a brow and frowned at Maire. "Speaking of which, why the hell did you bring him here?" "He said he wanted a bit of fun. You can have everyone beat him up for all I care." Maire sighed and waved the man off, walking toward the bar that was in the back of the Ragged Flagon. She sat down and ordered a drink from the tender, a Redguard woman that was named Alicia. She was the only woman that she really liked, since the others kind of got on her nerves. She drank some whisky and sniffed, resting her chin in her hand. Mars watched Maire and chuckled. "Really, she can bite your head off. I guess I have to scold her for getting caught by guards. Probably was being too arrogant for her own good, you know?" the Khajiit woman set down a few cards and he glanced over them, before returning his gaze to his hand. He chewed on his lip as he thought and then looked at Don. "The guards must be crazy up there. Tell me, is that dusty old bag of bones that calls itself a dragon back from its stroll?"
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Post by Dussie on Jan 26, 2014 23:17:54 GMT -5
((Nightingales are... They're people who... They've pledged their soul to... Did you even play this story line before? <.< ))
"Oh probably. Two of their own just left our spectral plane. I doubt they're having a going away party." Don said, pulling up a chair. "As for our mighty and terrible dragon overlord, I have no clue. I could care less, either." He said, watching the cards. He was keeping an eye on the Khajit. They were slippery, and one trained as a thief could only be more so. All the more reason to stay on edge. "So this is the headquarters of the Guild, huh? I gotta say I expected it to more... Ordained in plunder. Maybe a few golden plaques here and there, a nice pearl-encrusted fountain in the pool. Maybe some banners?" He was joking, of course, but he still expected more.
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Post by Lady Stark on Jan 27, 2014 7:09:15 GMT -5
[I love this story line. O-o I just played it a while ago and am going to replay it again soon. They swear their souls to Nocturnal, the patron goddess or whatever of thieves. I love it so much. XD]
Don was a joker, wasn't he? No wonder why Maire couldn't stand him. Mars leant back in his chair and heaved a sigh. "Believe it or not, the Thieves' Guild isn't doing very well with the city guard breathing down our necks. I mean, they always have been, but now we have a dragon to worry about as well." He rolled his neck and glanced up at the other man. This guy had potential. Maire didn't say anything about him wanting to join, but he supposed he could try and recruit him. He was thin and lithe, and they needed a person like that. "How would you like to join our cause? Lots of looting and sneaking involved. If you're a good thief you'll be very rich." He offered Don a friendly smile. Mars was the best negotiator he knew. If a bit arrogant. Sometimes he got too cocky for his own good. "You'll fit in well here. I mean, you seem like a very quiet fellow, and that's what we need here. "
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Post by Dussie on Feb 4, 2014 23:30:46 GMT -5
Don considered this offer for a few silent minutes. He hadn't planned to join... He'd just wanted to come along for the ride once or twice... "I think we can arrange something. But know I don't deal in alteration magic. I'm a conjurer. I'm not prone to silence." Don explained. "I'd be happy to trade my services for wealth and adventure, but I likely won't be much help at first." He knew he could conjure a bow. But the bow was hard. It took a lot of concentration and tired him out almost to the point he couldn't draw it. Studies would be the solution. Studies and practice. But that's true to anything.
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Post by Lady Stark on Feb 5, 2014 9:41:39 GMT -5
Mars laughed a bit. "Not many mages around here." He told him. "Anyway, don't worry. I have the perfect teacher that can show you all about being one with the shadow." he grinned. The Khajiit woman perked and stared at Mars. "You don't mean..." "Now, Zarinara." Mars held up a hand. "The one I'm talking about will teach him right." He glanced over at Don. "What do you think, Don?" Zarinara's ears flattened slightly, raising her eyes to Donalbain. Her tail twitched a bit and frowned deeply. "I don't know about this..." she said under her breath. [/div]
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