Skyrim- Accepting!

[Wind Mage]

(oh, alright, thanks! Mostly my characters start it Riften, it's the best launch-point for me, eheh)

Faulonor sighed into his drink. Although the city is mostly horrible, something about today seemed... less so... Maybe it was the weather, or the season? Oh, that didn't matter. All that mattered was it was less horrible, and that was it.
Faulonor took another swig from the mead he had with him before setting it down on the ledge next to him. The good thing about Nord cities it that nobody cared what you were drinking.

[lion's tooth]

Synette
Synette Greensmith blinked, studying the two almost. The
two civilized folk were hypotic with their once familiar ways
and their talk was like something to marvel about. Neither
were too familiar with others from what the Breton could tell
but the again, she hadn't been the most open either. Her face
held the expression of a scientist discovering a new life form,
or perhaps a child marveling over a new toy. However, when
Falreath was once again mentioned, it changed a bit to one
of nervousness. Anything that had anything remotely to do with
Pine Forest or the hold where she had hidden her home always
brought a tick of nervousness no matter how insignificant the
comment could be. "Falkreath," she repeated.

Name;;Synette
Race;;Breton
Age;;Mid-20's
Location;;Traveling from
Riften to Falkreath
Tags;; Ariaal | Daeara

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo reached a hand in a drawer of the front desk
where he usually kept food so that he could eat between
customers. He bent over as he searched for a bit of food
and slammed a hand down while letting out a mild excl-
amation. It would seem he was out of something to snack
on for now. That would mean a trip to the marketplace if
he wanted to eat something that day. With an annoyed
sigh, Duviyn removed his dark apron and brushed off his
shoulders. Before he left he made sure to wash the grease
and grime off of his hands. As he walked out the door to
his shop his flipped a hand painted sign with a portrait of
the sun on one end and the moon on the other so that the
moon was pressed against the window indicating that the
shop was now closed.

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;Twenty-Seven
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

[symmetra]

((Hi there, sorry to be a bother, but how should I join in?))
((If I could get a quick summerary of the story that'd be great too!))

[lion's tooth]

Well, right now there's Auguseethus, a Penitus Oculotus agent who has captured an assassin Za'ji and there are a few members of the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieve's Guild who are following them to rescue her, Za'zah, Zachariah, and Katarina. Then there's a group heading towards Falreath for various reasons and are traveling together, Synette, Ariaal, and Daeara. Then in Riften Duviyn and Faulonor are about to interact. By the way, it's late night/early morning if that means anything. Hope this helps, feel free to correct me! )))))))))))

[symmetra]

((Oh alright thank you! I was considering placing my character in Falkreath, so that's good! I'll post in a minute, I'm just sort of observing right now, sorry OvO))

[Wind Mage]

Pretty much what's going on if you want a recap though is Za'ji was taken in by Auguseethus who is with the Penitus Oculotus and posing as Gam Tei. Za-zah, Katarina, and Zachariah are following them to their base to rescue her. )))))))))))

(I forgot what colour purple I used, crud :-/)

Faulonor turned to see the blacksmith leave his shoppe. He must be just like the one in Whiterun than; he takes a break at noon, or so. Faulonor scoffed and brought the bottle to his lips once more, but growled in annoyance as nothing came out. Shaking his head, the Bosmer stood, ready to go find something else to drink. Maybe something... non-alcoholic this time...

[InfectedHau]

"Or until your little secret army wises up and realizes they're fighting a losing battle," Za'ji countered, going perhaps a bit too far for someone supposedly innocent. "The Brotherhood has the power of Sithis himself behind it, You've only got a pathetic mortal emperor. You may stomp u-them out in one place, but they'll always come back, so long as there is blood to be shed."

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo made his way to the Marketplace, drying off his hands
along the way. Half-way to the little arrangement of vendors, he
realized he had left his safety glasses on his forehead and stopped
as he wondered whether he ought to bring them back to his shop.
After a bit of thought he figured he may as well, it wasn't that far
away anyways. Just a short trek and he'd be back on his way to sn-
atch up some food. In his haste to return the glasses, he nearly wa-
lked right into someone. Knowing the type of people who wandered
Riften he backed up quickly in case it was some rogue. However he
recognized the man and called out. "Mmph, you're the drunkard al-
ways hanging around my shop and scaring off my customers. What's
your ordeal, lad?"

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;Twenty-Seven
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

@Palinoia; No problem!
@Dragon, that's alright!

[Wind Mage]

Faulonor was only a few steps away from his normal hang out spot when he was rudely interrupted by an Imperial almost walking straight into him. The Boiche turned his head to snap at the man, but shut his mouth as the man spoke. He thought him the town drunk. Lovely.
"I am unsure of what you speak of." Faulonor muttered. As far as he was concerned, he was neither a drunkard, nor did he have an ordeal of any sort, but his man seemed the sort you would find rambling drunkenly at a tavern, picking fights with anyone he saw, so Faulonor decided that sassing or snarking wasn't the appropriate course of action.

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo thought as the man denied the accusation. But he
distinctly recalled seeing the man near his shop just this mor-
ning. "Aye? Then what liquids did I wake up to find to consum-
ing just this morning, stranger?" He asked before realizing his
slip up. He hadn't meant to say 'wake,' that could imply he had
slept in his shop which didn't make for a very professional sou-
nding business routine. But he reminded himself that that was
not the problem he had been addressing and at any rate, most
hardly ever read that deeply into words. He put his business
face back on and decided not to remove his goggles so that it
was apparent he was a serious businessman. Not that those of
a higher class considered the art of Blacksmithing a serious
business.

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;Twenty-Seven
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor