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Post by Niitari on Dec 28, 2014 17:35:48 GMT -6
An inn along the main road between Dawnstar and WIndhelm. Alongside the inn is a small lake with a sheltered pier. The inn has a large common room with a bar at one end and large fire pit in the center. There are three bedrooms on the main floor with stairs leading down to a large cellar. The inn seems lonely and sorrowful from the exterior, as the cold weather, frozen lake, and lack of life create a bleak setting. Inside is not much different.
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Post by Fenrir on May 1, 2015 21:54:07 GMT -6
The door to the Inn opens, and the freezing air flows inward around a dark silhouette. The Man was clad in all black, a brown cloak covering most of his dark ebony armor. He closed the door behind him, yet the chill remained, emanating from his presence alone. He slowly approached the bar, frost and ice chipping from his armor. His face was pale, frozen in time, and his eyes were an icy white. "I request a hot Meal.. Some Venison, Medium Rare.. With something warm to drink." He stated as he finally reached the bar. He looked Elven, but something was different about him... Something sinister..
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Post by Niitari on May 1, 2015 23:17:05 GMT -6
Fenris pushed into the inn through the door, pulling the hood of his cloak back off his face. It was blessedly warmer in here than the frigid outdoors. The north this time of year was not supposed to be so rough, but then again, it only had two seasons: cold and colder. He missed the warmth of Cyrodiil. Even Bravil was better than this endless ice. He sat down by the fire pit on an empty bench. There were scarcely any patrons in the inn besides him. He could count them all on one hand if necessary. He rubbed his hands together and held them out to the flames. His skin tingled from the sudden warmth given to his frigid skin. He had to occasionally pull his hands back some to prevent them from burning, he held them so close. A girl came over to him. "What can I get for you?" she asked. "Hot meal if you have it," he said. "Of course. Horker or venison?" "Horker," he replied. It would be fattier and probably fill him up better. "And if you have potatoes." She nodded and went to get the meal together. Fenris loosened his cloak and let it just hang on his shoulders. He wore casual light armor underneath it. It was apparent he was some sort of fighter. Probably a mercenary.
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Post by Fenrir on May 1, 2015 23:30:16 GMT -6
Kaine, the Pale man, looked around the Inn as he waited for his own food to be served. His eyes landed on the newcomer, and noted his armor and demeanor. He had decided to move, and stepped toward the opposite side of the firepit, sitting down with his face covered by the pale brown coat. He stared, his vision resting completely on Fenris. There was something about him, that peaked Kaine's interest. His icy eyes reflecting the flames of the firepit. "It's cold out here.. Isn't it?" he rhetorically asked the man, frost still coating his own face and parts of his armor, which was slowly melted by the fire.
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Post by Niitari on May 1, 2015 23:35:03 GMT -6
Fenris could sense something unusual and dark. A presence he did not like. And when the strange man came to sit by the fire pit near him, he felt the presence even more so. It was this man that brought it on. He wanted to jump to the conclusion that this man was a vampire, but reason won out. Don't start anything based on hunches. Take a moment to investigate first. He glanced up when Kaine spoke, and then he was able to get a good look at him. He was pale, wearing a brown coat that covered his face. He could be wearing armor underneath, Fenris thought. "Very," he replied, his voice casual and its usual soft quality. "This is the northernmost region of the country though."
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Post by Fenrir on May 1, 2015 23:43:09 GMT -6
He attempted to grin, the frost preventing him slightly. "It's been a while since I was.. Warm.. It seems it's only just gotten colder since the last time I was here." He spoke, his vision roamed to the fire, where he slowly moved his hands toward. The fire seemed to lean closer toward Kaine, as his hands were licked by the flames occasionally. His hands were glad in a strange old ebony armor, covered in ice that began to melt quite quickly. "I almost forgot how it felt to be warm, in this unforgiving land." he said, his eyes glancing toward Fenris once more.
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Post by Niitari on May 2, 2015 1:02:58 GMT -6
Fenris was about to say something against the idea of sticking his hand in the fire, but there was the slightest flicker of an aura as the armor was caressed by the flames. He could tell then that it was enchanted. That was rather useful, seeing as the man could defrost without actually roasting to death inside his metal suit. The girl brought over Kaine's order as well as Fenris's. She demanded payment of course, nothing is free, so of course Fenris paid up all of ten septims. He dug into his meal with a fork, savoring each bite.
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Post by Fenrir on May 2, 2015 1:14:50 GMT -6
Kaine opened and closed his palms, in order to fully defrost his gauntlets. As soon as the girl had asked about being payed, he reached around his armor until he had pulled a small cloth pouch out, and reached in to take ten out as well. His coins were strange, Old Imperial design, but gold none-the-less. He had reached out to hand the girl her coins, as well as take the food. "Good.. I've been needing a warm meal. The last one was quite.. chilled." He mumbled to himself out loud. His face has seemed to thaw, but still remained Pale. He then began to eat, without a knife or fork, just his hands. Ripping and tearing chunks off in order to get the full heat of each bite.
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Post by Niitari on May 2, 2015 1:19:32 GMT -6
The girl cast him an odd glance, but gold was gold, and all sorts of weirdos came through the inns and towns on their travels. She merely returned to her duties to attend on the other customers. Fenris noticed her look, but thought nothing more of it, having the same thoughts as her, except, perhaps he was more wary. While he did need proof this man was vampire or killer or whatever he was, he would not be naive about it. He was on guard, wary, but not reckless.
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Post by Fenrir on May 2, 2015 16:18:41 GMT -6
It wasn't very long until he had fully finished the venison, and began to swallow down his drink. He was nearly defrosted, and he had wiped the grease and juices from the meat off on his cloak. Soon after he had finished his drink, he reached to pull his hood down, exposing his pale elven face, and frozen white eyes. The fire glowed in his eyes. "So, stranger, Where are you from?" He asked in a curious tone.
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Post by Niitari on May 4, 2015 22:14:08 GMT -6
Fenris just ate his food quietly, his eyes on the floor or staring off. There was not much by way of entertainment. Apparently any bards in the area were not playing here tonight. Probably off finding warmer quarters for the evening. He looked up when he heard the man speak, that strange, dark voice disturbing him again. It really was strange. It made him on edge once more. "Ivarstead," he replied, which was partially true. He lived there for perhaps a month in total while he was recovering from injuries. But Kaine didn't need to know that, did he?
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Post by Fenrir on May 4, 2015 22:28:20 GMT -6
"Sound's delightful. I think I was there for a short time." He grinned slightly as he spoke. "I remember, I had an acquaintance there.." He pondered for a moment until he had fully remembered. "Oh right, he must be dead now, he was mauled by the local group of vampires." A slight chuckle arose from him, before he continued to stare down into the fire.
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Post by Niitari on May 4, 2015 22:46:01 GMT -6
He just had to say that word, hadn't he? It threw Fenris into a bit of a frenzy as he wracked his brain for any remembrance of vampires in the Ivarstead area. It was possible they had moved there recently. Vampires were often on the move. They liked to take as much territory as possible in the night hours. More hunting grounds to feed by. Try as they might, there were never enough Dawnguard to keep an eye on them. Fenris felt his stomach churn as he thought of the pretty young lady he had grown rather fond of in Ivarstead during his stay there. "What a pity," Fenris said. "Perhaps I knew him as well, or... unless that was before my time." This man did seem older than Fenris. Was it that he was a vampire, or was Fenris reading to far into it? He bit into his horker meat.
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Post by Fenrir on May 5, 2015 16:30:36 GMT -6
His vision returned to Fenris. "I would not be able to tell you. I've been isolated for quite some time." He leaned back, seemingly stretching his back as he looked around. "Mer folk generally live for quite some time, and I don't even know what today's date is." He stated as a reference to the longevity of the Elven Races. "I've been isolated for.. quite some time." he added, his voice deep and scratchy for the last few words.
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Post by Niitari on May 5, 2015 20:07:13 GMT -6
Fenris nodded. "yes, so I heard. About Mer living a long time." He didn't really know the date. he knew the year though. Having finished his meal now, he set the plate and fork on the bench right next to him. He would have to stay the night. At least rooms were decently priced here. No issues with that then. But ought he to turn in? He decided he would keep an eye on Kaine's activities throughout the night.
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