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āThere is more to a path than what you see on a map.ā The voice of the towering Altmer permeated his surroundings fluidly; his tone something that could be overlooked if the listeners werenāt attuned. The edges of his words were cutting but only in the sense of sharp ice. The merchant Vikrolomen was speaking to bristled visibly but tried to smooth his own feathers even at the show of blunt disregard. āDo you take me for a fool? I will not be lead into an area so infested by bandits by your poor direction.ā
With the clatter of a few septims left on the merchantās stand he turned on his heels and lowered his dark hood against the onslaught of cold wind. His purchaseāa drawstring bag of tawny feathersāslid into the pouch at his hip.
The next few moments as the sun set on the snowy marketplace were filled with more questions. Each answer grew less informative until they reduced to shrugs, and by then most of the merchants had packed up and began their walks home. With little option left Vikrolomen approached a form he thought looked enough like a person despite the shrouding shadows to warrant an attempt.
āExcuse me, can you point me to the nearest inn?ā
Nearly a week had passed since Vincialemās decision to ā for lack of a morally reassuring word ā stalk this strange elf, and it had been a bigger challenge than expected. Every day nearly led to sudden death and all because of the Altmerās obliviousness to his own fortune; not only did it come in pouches but in the generous amount of rich fabric draped around every inch of his body.
But the last thing Vincialem was prepared for was to see said elf turn and walk in his direction. He tensed up and glanced at whoever was closest to him, silently hoping that he hadnāt been discovered. It turned out that what his elf eyes saw was correct after all and in a matter of seconds Vikrolomen stood before him, asking:
āExcuse me, can you point me to the nearest inn?ā
āThat direction.ā Despite his surprise, he didnāt even hesitate and pointed to his left. It was a direction chosen at random but not entirely false.Ā āThereās an inn just over the hill.ā
It was more or less over three hills away.
Greetings
Iāve been unsure of what the very first post to my blog should be so I suppose Iāll start off with a general introduction.
This isnāt my first tumblr rp blog but itās been a long time so Iāll have to figure out what yāall consider āprofessionalā nowadays. Iām probably going to get back into the swing of things with more casual rps for now and then pack some of the heavier stuff in later. Feel free to message me IC or OOC!Ā