Blue Skooma

Ri'sari wrote

Forgive this one for not writing this out in a more immersive way, but he is a cat with much to accomplish today! This is to serve as a concise guide to large events thus far in the guild in case you are confused or curious.

Here is some music for you to listen to while you read because Khajiit likes that sort of thing.

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Ri'sari tours a moon sugar plantation and shows some of the ingredients to make the new product to a few interested Khajiit. He speaks of his experience in the business and he says that Blue Skooma is safer than normal skooma and should not be illegal. He shows some members a burned down Skooma plantation and tells them that it will be our fate if we do not work as a clan and asks for some to step up to help lead. Few do.

Under advisement from a Bosmer named Aziera, the new clan forms a legal company as a front for illegal operation. The new company holds an opening ceremony, at which Ri'sari reveals the new product and offers sample to all in attendance.

Issues arise as cultures clash within the company. Ri'sari is set in his ways of running things as a Khajiit clan but some "untamed" Khajiit and many "furless ones" cannot understand their way of doing things. This leads to fighting among members of the clan-company about how things should be handled.

There are suspicions of an infiltrator within the company after Qa'Han and Aziera find issue with an order that was placed by J'sarr from Elsweyr. Ri'sari tasks Qa'Han with finding the infiltrator.

Qa'Han rallies many of the clan in a search for the impostor. After much trial and error, it is discovered that the infiltrator is well-versed in illusion magic as he takes on the appearance of Ri'sari to avoid capture. It is clear he was after the blue skooma material shipments, but for who and to what end is not revealed.

Aziera discovers more inconsistencies with the shipping logs. Aziera finds that some of the shipments have not been stolen, but poisoned with a very potent solvent. Due to the unanswered nature of the hunt for the impostor and his bad history with Argonians, Ri'sari hatches a plan to discover if they are to blame.

A fight challenge is held in Khajiit tradition to try and bond the group still torn between clan / company. Rumors of a Dominion infiltrator are voiced by a few after the event.

Ri'sari orders the poison used in the skooma shipment be given to the Argonian skooma cook, Asks-For-Seconds; reasoning that if the Argonian survived that it must not be him because only an Argonian would use poison strong enough to kill an Argonian. He did not consider that Seconds' was a Vampire and no questions are answered.

Seconds is placed in holding.

Ri'sari orders the capture of Qa'Han, also and Argonian in the clan. S'har moves to seize the Argonian before he can catch wind of what's happened.

Asks-For-Seconds escapes holding, killing 3 Khajiit of the clan including one of Ri'sari's favored, Push'tar.

S'har brings a bound Qa'Han to Ri'sari. Ri'sari feigns trust in the Argonian, telling him that he is not to blame but it is not safe for him to stay in the city. A Human named Ansirem is tasked with escorting Qa'Han from the city, but fails to pick up on Ri'sari's Khajiit hints to follow the Argonian. Ansirem returns without the Argonian and S'har is sent to follow Qa'Han as he will surely lead to the source of their problems.

Qa'Han escapes tracking, knowing that he was meant to be followed.

As tensions continue to rise within the clan with spies, missing shipments, and culture clash, Ri'sari orders a clan trial in Khajiit tradition hoping to convert everyone to his way of thinking. "Furless" ones prove themselves resourceful as victors and this surprises Ri'sari.

Ahnyamar and S'har track down Asks-For-Seconds. Ri'sari suspects another Skooma dealer is behind the missing shipments even more when the Argonian speaks of someone he met that mentioned skooma production. Asks-For-Seconds is told he must bring this person to Ri'sari or they will not be so kind next time they hunt him down.

Things come to a head when a party is held in honor of a new contract that the front-company signs with corrupt Dominion officials. The guest of honor arrives and is very clearly a Thalmor investigator (Name needed). The Thalmor threatens to having been behind the shipment disruptions and threatens that things will only get worse if he is not given 30% of all profits. Ri'sari is enraged at the circumstance and the Khajiit poison him and toss him off the second story of a building in broad view.

Ri'sari accepts that his effort to enforce clan rules in this strange land is not effective. Now having assaulted Thalmor in the open, he knows harder times are ahead and they cannot afford to be divided. He speaks with several members of the company to formalize their positions in company fashion by contract.

Ebongale wrote

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Ch 1.

Even though this one arrived at the warehouse in Vulkhel Guard early, he could tell that something was… different about the air. It smelled funny. Something hung in the air. And whatever it was, it was causing a flurry of activity in our warehouse.

The Blue Skooma Co., while not known for its dubious ways, had structure and honor among its members – something this one valued. We know how to work hard, but we also take time to play hard. This one knew that playtime would have to wait, for as soon as he entered the main warehouse door…

“Ah, you must be Ebongale. We have not had the chance to meet. You may call this one “Mr. Stabbykins”.

Another manager. This one must remember to ask him about his name later.

“Well met… “Mr. Stabbykins”. What’s going on?”

A question soon answered.

“Everyone, gather around the table. Quickly.”

That has to be S’har… So many of the officers in one place. This doesn’t happen often.

This one quickly made his way around a small, wooden table. Maps, ledgers, and sketches of various Argonian and Khajiit people littered the maple furniture.

“As some of you may know,” S’har began, “Some of our scaled… friends went rogue last night. Our location has been compromised. This warehouse needs to be packed up and moved immediately.”

A murmur rippled throughout the crowd. Some of the officers had pained expressions, as if they knew more than they were letting on. This one didn’t press the matter – he would be briefed post-mortem. Now was not the time for questions.

“All of the material in this warehouse needs to be transported to our new location in Reaper’s March…”

Reaper’s March? But that’s all the way in Elsweyr! Then again, with the Wayshrine mere feet from the warehouse…

“S’har, a Question.” A Khajiit voice popped up from the back of the crowd.

“Speak.”

“Why do we not simply use the Wayshrines?”

“This one has reason to believe the Wayshrines have been compromised.”

Another murmur in the crowd. Dark magic powerful enough to effect a Wayshrine… who would… no, who could do such a thing?

Our informant in the Mage’s Guild has made mention that someone may be attempting to reroute the Vulkhel Guard Wayshrine to a different exit for members of the Blue Skooma Co. The… uniqueness of our blend makes it extremely valuable, but also stands as a signature of sorts. Other men and mer could use it without issue. But, one of us…”

The thought of someone tampering with the Wayshrines makes me shiver a bit. Perhaps I should be more questioning with things I use daily.

“Therefore,” S’har continued, “we are going to take a different approach. If you own a steed, we have crates that need to be transported. Take one or two and tie them to your mount. If you are on foot, you will be serving as guard – you will walk with the caravan and assist however you can.”

“But Reaper’s March is at least a month’s journey on foot!”

S’har smiled. “And that is the genius of our plan. Just because Vulkhel Guard’s Wayshrine is compromised… well, that doesn’t mean others are. We will simply choose a new entry point.”

S’har reached down and unfurled a map. Obvious scribbles and tactics were drawn and scratched out. But one set of instructions, bearing the approval of Ri’sari himself, stood out among the rest.

“The more remote the Wayshrine, the more likely our enemies have control. So, we’re going to walk straight into Skywatch and use the one there. We will leave Vulkhel Guard posing as a trade caravan. It’s a half-day’s journey to Skywatch. Since it’s a major thoroughfare, there are mages who monitor it day and night for… “tampering”.

It was true that this was no time for questions. This was a time for action. But one tiny detail seemed to be unanswered.

“S’har, getting through the Wayshrine is all well and good for this one and his fellow associates… but what of our cargo? How do you plan on moving our merchandise? Will we load a ship bound for Elsweyr?”

S’har smiled sinisterly.

“Easy, Ebongale. We take it all through the Wayshrine with us.”

End Ch. 1

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Ebongale wrote

(PART 2)
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Admittedly not much is known about the Wayshrine network. Men and mer can approach the wayshrine and, upon placing their hand on it, will instantly travel to any location they’ve previously been. There are some who have claimed that the Wayshrines serve a different, more sinister purpose, but they are dismissed as crackpots and naysayers. Who would argue with magic so useful, no? After all, travel between the Wayshrines makes the world of Tamriel small. But, even the greatest magic has limitations. Rules, even. And the great thing about rules: they can be bent. They can be broken.

After hearing S’har’s plan, the room erupted into a series of emotional reactions. A few laughed out loud in disbelief; most talked excitedly and unbelieving amongst themselves. A few stood, processing the plan through. This one, however, was not nearly as tactful.

“This one must not have heard you correctly,” this one remarked in half-jest. “Ebongale could have sworn you said we were taking the cargo through the Wayshrine”.

“Your ears do not deceive you, Ebongale. That is indeed what S’har said”. S’har was unwavering in his stance.

“You said yourself that Mages from the Guild watch over the Wayshrine…”

“Ah, but that is the beauty of this plan. S’har did indeed say that, but the nice thing about something being observed by men…”

S’har smiled sinisterly.

“… is that men can be bought.”

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This one had been tasked with making sure the nooks and crannies of the Vulkhel Guard warehouse had been cleaned. Ledgers, books, notes, vials… all were hurriedly (but carefully) packed into crates and barrels to be carried in the caravan. Under the floorboard on the left side racks… behind the screen in the back… under the table… all of the favorite hiding spots were cleaned out.

The final preparations were made. Ebongale quickly hurried from member to member, checking off their boxes and barrels (this one, as it turns out, is just as handy with a pen and paper as he is with a sword and shield). The final list checked, This one made his way to S’har at the head of the caravan.

“All preparations complete. The warehouse has been scrubbed”

“Ah, excellent.”

S’har whistled and motioned his hand in a grand gesture.

“Let’s Move!”

It was a good half-day’s journey to Skywatch from Vulkhel Guard. Our company had been outfitted with proper paperwork, in case any enforcement units came around, to look like a simple merchants caravan. With the recent storms at Khenarthi’s Roost, it would be easy to pass word that a ship had been wrecked, and that our journey would have to be continued on foot. The path was straight – through the plans north of town, skirting the ruins at Ondil, and up through the midlands, finally heading east to Skywatch. Reports from our scouts were clear, with only a small altercation at Ondil worth mentioning. This one hoped that it were indeed the case.

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Nightfall was fast approaching, and the sun was dipping over the western horizon as we made our final leg of the journey into Skywatch.

“Hold!”

S’har held up his paw, and the caravan slowly assembled into a stopped position.

“Ebongale! Do’Maadrul! Scout ahead. We must make sure the distraction this one has set in place is working.”

Distraction…?

This one saluted S’har.

“Consider it done.”

Do’Maadrul and this one made haste toward the city perimeter. We had just reached the outer stairwell when -

AWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ebongale looked at Do’Maadrul, who returned the look. Only one thing in Tamriel made that sound…

“If this is S’har’s distraction…”

It was indeed working. Guards were heading away from the Wayshrine in droves, looking for the lycanthrope. Our caravan would be able to slip in undetected if this could be sustained for a few more minutes.

S’har and the rest pulled up to the outskirts as Do’Maadrul and this one returned.

“Your… distraction… seems to be working as planned, S’har.”

“Very good. OK! Everyone to the Wayshrine. Grab your cargo, and head to Reaper’s March. We will return for the horses later.”

This one stayed behind, counting both men and mer, crate and barrel as they disappeared in a flash through the Wayshrine. Whatever S’har had done, it was working perfectly.

The impossible had been done. An entire caravan had walked, undetected, into Skywatch. We had used a Wayshrine to transport mass amounts of cargo to our new storage location in Reaper’s March. And a werewolf had been the cause of distraction to get it all done.

This one simply shook his head in disbelief – if he’d not been around to see it, there’s no way he would believe a tale as outrageous as this.

But… when one throws his chips in with the Blue Skooma Co… stories like this seems fairly normal.

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Anira Serinn wrote

Anira would like to ask for the assistance of the clan/company in a matter of utmost importance to her. Do'Maadrul and this one have been talking much lately. and Anira wants to make her "Right of Claim" official. To do this she needs at least 5 witnesses who honor and accept Khaji'ti traditions. Of these 5 at least 2 must be female, would like to request one of the females be a manager if possible. As is customary all within the clan are welcome to attend, be they Khaji'it or one of the clan/company brethren. If it would be possible Do'Maadrul and Anira would like to hold the ceremony near the roots of the Elden Root Tree this coming weekend when most would likely be able to attend. There is a waterfall there that is very special to these two.


(( for those who are not familiar with the "Right of Claim" you can read about it here. Most of it was taken from various pieces of lore througout the the TES universe with a bit of filling of the blanks/elaboration from forum based TES RP sites. Please post below if you would be interested in attending, or being a witness ))

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On The Road
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Arrival
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Qa'han In Camp
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Gnarlus wrote

Qa'han stood on the box, looking down at the merchants he called to the warehouse. He loudly cleared his throat, call for the attention of everyone in the room. Clears his throat, calling for everyone's attention.

“Now this one knows that you wonder why Qa'han has called you all here tonight, but he wishes that you all hold your questions until this one is finished.” He removes some parchment from the hidden pouch in his vest and begins handing them out. "You have all been called here today because in one way or another, you have proven your worth to Qa'han in one way or another, and have earned his trust."

Upon finishing handing out the papers, and turns towards the group and opens his arms in welcome. "And he would like to thank you for your attendance. We have much to go over, but first it would do us well to introduce ourselves to each other."

After everyone had introduced themselves, Qa’han continues “And this one is Qa'han Sandscales. Senior Broker of the Commune of Merchants and the one you shall report to for instructions. Now, before we continue, the contents of this meeting shall remain between the ones in this room. None outside this circle shall hear of what is to be discussed. Nod if you understand.”

A silent nod comes from everyone in the room.

“Ok. This one will keep it short. The path Ri'sari takes us down is not a profitable venture. Ever since the company has started, we have been losing coin. None of us has yet to see a single coin from our dealings, and Ri'sari deductions from this one keeps him from paying you himself.” Qa’han announces “That is why this one has called you all here: a new venture. A more profitable venture then Skooma, and a more legal venture aswell. Tell this one, what is occuring right now?”

Everyone at once raises their voices “The war.”

“That is right, the war. A pointless bloodshed for control of Cyrodiil. Now, this one hates the bloodshed, but as you may know, like it or not, we have all in one way or another been branded as being part of the Dominion.” He refers to the Parchment he handed out. “That’s why we will now be providing essential supplies, armor, and healing wares to the Dominion.”

Do’maatrul raises his hand. “Excuse me, but would it not be more profitable if we also supply weapons and siege weapons."

Qa’han hisses “We shall not contribute to the bloodshed, only protect.” Qa’han quickly regains his composure, shaking his head. “If you would read the contract this one has handed out, it expresses weapons maybe discussed at a later time.”

Milo Hilltop raises his hand next. "Excuse me sir, but does that mean we are completed cutting ourselves off from the production of Skooma." a number a voices rose, asking the same question. Qa'han coughed loudly, and the room grow quiet again.

"We aren't cutting ourselves off from production of the product, but this one intends to cut something off." he announces. "Ri'sari will know nothing of this venture. Everything we earn will be pure profit, with no deductions."

The warehouse went dead. The only thing that could be heard was the rats scurrying beneath the floor boards. After a minute, the merchants begin whispering amongst each other. "I wonder how long Qa'han will live." "Ri'sari will be making shoes from his hide." "This must be a joke."

Another cough from Qa'han confirmed he was not joking. "This one asks you all, since you have joined the company, how much have you earned”

Many voices answer. “Nothing” “Not a Coin” “I’ve actually lost money”

Qa’han nods. “And how much work have you done.”

“Tons.” “I haven’t had a break yet.” “What’s a break.”

“Up until now you have worked hard, risked yourselves capital punishment, for no return. This one says It’s about time we make some return.” Qa’han announces. “But if we are to make any coin, we must keep this venture from Ri’sari. Does this one make himself clear.” A number of voices agree. “Then are you with Qa’han.” More cheers. “Then its time to make some coin. Mo’jiha Ice-Eyes, as much as he is radical at times, will be overseeing the Skooma Production, making sure no time is lost. Meanwhile, this one will send an order Manifest to each of you, its first comes, first serves on profits.”

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Gnarlus wrote

Qa'han jumped in the water in shock. Last thing he recalled was peaking out from under the awning and seeing a fireball heading straight at the boat. At which time his natural Shadowscale instinct and he jumped in the water. Manalical laughter came from the dock, Ri'sari's laughter.

"Swim lizard." he heard from beside him. He didn't take time to look as another fireball hit the boat, and he dived under the waves.
He only reemerged only when he reached the shore. He breathed heavily, looking back out at the dock, and keeping low. The boat was at burning in the harbor, fireballs could still be seen coming from the dock, hitting the boat.

"It seems we both have a common enemy now." Qa'han heard from behind. Instincts took hold again, and Qa'han wielded Twin-Catch and twirled around, pointing both prongs at the Khajiit's at the neck.

"Who are you Khajiit." Qa'han hissed, poking his twin prong dagger foward as to poke the fur.

"Relax, Ra'zacc is a friend of now." The Khajiit said.

Qa'han thought for a moment. He recognized the Khajiit now. He was helping load the ship with Qa'han, and was still on the boat when Ri'sari attack. Qa'han nodded at the his new ally. "Qa'han is going to get closer. Come if you wish."

The Khajiit nodded and wadded into the water after Qa'han. The pair dived into the water, and came up under the dock. However, Ri'sari was gone already gone. "What do we do now?" Ra'zacc whispered.

Qa'han didn't have time to answer as he heard a splash, and seen a former member, Mereneth treading water. Qa'han swore, and pushed Ra'zacc head underwater and dragged him to the land where Mo'jahi Ice-Eyes waited. "What happened?" he asks bluntly.
"Ri'sari attack Argonian for attempting to make his own profit." he hissed. He then turns to Ra'zacc. "This one was on the boat when Ri'sari murdered Qa'han."

"Murdered Qa'han?" the two said.

Qa'han nods at the two. "You seen the flames. Qa'han is dead." and with that statement, Qa'han's expression changed completely. The mischevious gleam in his eyes was suddenly replaced by a stern, serious glare. The Khajiiti lisp in his disappears and is replaced by a traditional Argonian rasp. "It is clear Ri'sari befouls the waters, and that the taint must be removed for waters to start healing." He says. He looks at the two Khajiit. "I won't order you to follow a stranger, but I will ask for your allegiance. Ice-Eyes, as chaotic as your actions are, you would be a valuable ally against one equally as chaotic." he turns to Ra'zacc. "As for you, I would like you to join Ri'sari's circle, and send information to me. I need to learn of those who doubt Ri'sari's leadership, and earn their loyality and trust."

The two nod at the Argonian, both wondering weither the Argonian was acting the whole time, or if this Argonian was the act. As Ice-Eyes begins to walk away, Ra'zacc steps up and places a hand of the Argonian's shoulder and simply says "You have Ra'zacc's loyality." he says, and as he walks away, he pockets the Argonian's Dagger in his bag.

Alone, the now nameless Argonian returned to his private tower. The Argonian reached for Twin-Catch, just to find it missing. Swearing to himself, he instead takes a Dagger from his desk and locks door to the Tower. Carefully, he scrapes his scale, and dried sand sprinkles to the ground. With another three scrapes the single scale is fully released from the sand, revealing a pitch black scale underneath. The Argonian then begins on he next scale, and then the next. One by One, each individual scale on the Argonian's body was carefully freed from the sand until the Argonian was no longer a muddy brown, but instead as black as a shadow.

Next, the Argonian took a firm grasp of one of the feathers grafted to the scales on his head. He took a deep breath, pulled. Instantly pain set in as the feather tore from the scales. He barred his teeth, took a another deep breath, took ahold of the next feaher and yanked, tearing it free. Like a chicken at the slaughter house, the feathers from the Lizard's head was plucked one by one until the feathers were gone and revealed what they hid: a magnificent set of horns.

The Argonian walked up to the mirror and eyed himself closely. From the brown sandy Lizard to a Pitch Black Scaled Shadowscale, what he was originally destined to be. An assassin, and a good one. One final piece remained. He took his claw and dug it under the sapphire attached to his for head. With a swift flick, it popped off, revealing 5 horns underneath. He was now a new Argonian. Taking the feathers and the sapphire, he walks to his shelf where a glass case sits. He opens the case and gently places the feathers and gem on the cushion. Before he closing it, he lets loose a single tear, which falls into the case and onto the feathers. Perhaps one day, Qa'han could return from the dead. For now, for the sake of his clan, he should remain dead to all but those who follow him.

He already learned from Rune-Claw, a Shadowscale battlemage who joined his caravan in Black Marsh as a Bodyguard a lot about being a true Shadowscale. The handsigns, the tactics, etc, but he never had to put them into full use other the for mischief. Wonder whatever became of him. He used to called me Rune-Tail, from my fascination in enchanting.

Rune-Tail. A perfect name. Qa'han might have been died, but a new Argonian has taken his place: Rune-Tail the Shadowscale. And soon, as rough as the waves on ocean, he will bring the full force of a tidal wave to he who threatens him, his friends and his adopted family: Ri'sari.

Rignaer wrote

It was not how this one wished to be introduced to a potential employer. But, it is what fate has brought to Ra'zacc.

This one walked into a scene of interrogation. He didn't become involved, except to speak shortly to another Khajiit there - Dro'maa... something. Ra'zacc cannot remember. The company decided to burn their base, so this one helped them move their cargo. It was here that Ra'zacc found peril. He had loaded the cargo and was joined by a lizard. Qa'Han. We started prepping the ship when another - Ri'sari, the man who had banished the one with Ice-Eyes - did something strange. Ra'zacc sense that much was amiss, and tossed Qa'han into the water, following him quickly.

We swam far away, then snuck back around to see what we could overhear. We did not hear much. We were almost spotted by another woman - Merethen I discovered later. We swam again, escaping being spotted. That was when we ran into the Ice-eyed one. We talked, discussed our options. Decided to split up, try to coerce factions of the company to our side.

Ra'zacc has decided to join Qa'Han. Ri'sari is no friend of his. He tried to have this one killed.

Qa'Han has tasked Ra'zacc with infiltrating Ri'sari's side as a potential spy. This one decided to... borrow Qa'Han's knife and fabricate a story that shall endear Ra'zacc to Ri'sari himself. This one will tell him that Qa'Han is slain.

...There is one flaw. This one should have mentioned all this to Qa'Han. Ra'zacc will have to contact him quickly.

Gnarlus wrote

-In an attempt to regain his composure from his experience with death, Gnarlus goes to the Five Claws Tavern to conduct his own investigations on where the Clan Mother was being held. There, he met with Kazzah, on of Ri'sari's favored (though he was unaware) and attempted to get him drunk enough to tell the Clan Mother's location. While his natural Goblin Resistance to Poison allowed Gnarlus to drink Kazzah out, he still forgot much of what happened that night.

-Rune-Tail takes Do'maadrul, J'vani and Gnarlus to meet the leader of the Silver Order, Juraun, and three of his order. Both sides proved to be paranoid of each other, whispering to each other, and eyeing each other carefully. While the Silver Order at first offered their services to Broken Bottle Merchants for a modest fee, through using a combined tactics of confusion and trickery, Qa'han learned that the Silver Order had their own agenda, and in truth required their help. He cut off negotiations when Gnarlus learned that there was fifth member of the Silver Order in the tavern, which opposed the original agreement to "Bring only 3 of your own" Qa'han had set forward.

-Using her time acquired from the Auction, Ni'saba instructs Rune-Tail and Ri'sari together to negotiate peace between the feuding sides. As per his plan, Rune-Tail offered a large chest of fake gold in exchange for the Clan Mother, which Ri'sari accepted. However, upon gaining the upper hand in the negotiations, Kazzah takes the Clan Mother Hostage again, and the two sides prepare for battle. Seeing no other way to stop the bloodshed, Rune-Tail takes it upon himself to stab the Clan Mother with Twin-Catch, reasoning that as long as the Clan Mother remained a pawn of Ri'sari, the bloodshed would never end. Upon her dying breath, the Clan Mother names Ni'saba the new Clan Mother, begging her to bring peace and to stop the bloodshed.

-Upon both sides leaving the negotiations, Rune-Tail reveals to Ni'saba the truth: The Clan Mother still lives, and the murder will simply a plot to end the bloodshed. Ni'saba, Rune-Tail and The Clan Mother agree it would be for the best to continue the charade of the murder to keep the fragile peace, and plan a funeral in the following days. To assist in the charade, Ni'saba instructs the two Clans to work together to prepare for it.

-To complete the illusion of the Clan Mother's death, Ni'saba hosts a funeral using a decoy body Rune-Tail prepared. During the funeral, Sylvaswift investigates the Manor and discovers the alchemy materials used to create the mixture that converted lead into the gold-like substance. He was unable to find the mixture itself, which Rune-Tail disposed of upon finding the missing materials.

Sahlaa Ra'Shabar wrote

We are gathered here today to pay our last respect to
one of our honored dead! Dro'Jhala, Clan Mother to all,
sacrificed herself so all could have peace in our new home
of Woodhearth.

Her tail has been returned so we can send
Clan Mother whole, into the afterlife. Thank you all who helped
last night in the hunt. Your items were used in ritual to prepare
the Clan Mother's body.

We will never forget you Clan Mother! Safe travels and
warm sands for you always! Ni'Saba will do her best to
carry on your legacy!

Good bye cherished one! <tears trickle down
her face>

Icy wrote

This is after last night’s RP where a LOT happened, but I will recap from Arisel’s POV and keeping it short and sweet I will probably be adding to this as Arisel's story depending on how future RP's play out :) And feel free to let me know what you think, I've never done this before with a character so I'm just winging it a bit lol.

Recap from Arisel's POV:

Starting with the fight… John and Ri’sari got into a fight, ultimately ending with both severely injured. Arisel first went to Ri’sari to check on his wounds, and after he coughed up a furball, she believed he was going to live so she went to tend to John. Being a healer, she feels that it is her duty to save any life possible, whether they deserve it or not i.e. Ri’sari. While healing John, Kazzah Amirikii let loose an arrow that narrowly missed Arisel, causing her to pause in her healing. During this pause no one noticed that Ri’sari had returned, armed and angry. He let loose a fireball that exploded upon hitting John, and injuring those closest to the blast, including Qa’iit. (Here things get a bit fuzzy because there was a bit of confusion, but it looks like Ri’sari is the one who ultimately finishes off John instead of Sylvaswift.)

Arisel, exhausted from healing and arms burned from the blast, became furious at Ri’sari and stormed towards the door after Ri’sari and the other Sugar-Claws had left. Following her was her two new found companions after the botched food theft, Shere’Khaann and Fumo, a prophet of Ganja.

At the bottom of the steps the three was greeted by J’Zhirr the Shagger, who kept stepping in front of Arisel as she tried to march past him. Annoyed, she asked him where Ri’sari went. Several excuses later, Arisel figured that he probably went back to the Five Claws and made her way there quickly. In her anger, she just wanted to punch the black cat and tell him off for killing an already wounded man lying on the ground, but when she got inside the Five Claws, she saw Ri’sari passed out on the floor being healed by the Sugar Claw healers. This put Arisel in a frustrating position. She could either punch a weakened cat who was surrounded by his companions and risk getting herself and her own companions hurt or she could walk away and save it for another day. Already weak and injured herself, she chose to walk away.

Arisel's story cont.

Walking down the steps leading away from the Five Claws, Arisel couldn’t help but kick herself about even trying to help Ri’sari after the brawl earlier. “Why must you always help those in need,” she grumbles to herself. A twinge of pain shoots through her burned hands, making her wince. She knew she had to take care of her burns and to rest otherwise she would pass out from exhaustion in the middle of the street in Woodhearth. She looked around at the empty evening streets and sees her two companions also leaving the Five Claws. She felt guilty about ever dragging them along, and worried that her stubbornness would get Shere and Fumo hurt one of these days.

As her companions approach, she feels her strength fading quickly. “I couldn’t…” she whispers to Shere before the trees above her began to spin wildly and her vision faded to darkness.

Feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her fur, Arisel stirs, feeling bandages on her hands and arms. She opens her sapphire blue eyes and looks around the room, but no one else is around. For now she is alone. She figures that her companions are probably busy after the events that unfolded the night before, but she knows that she will see them soon. Sighing, she knows that she will see Ri’sari soon as well, and Kazzah will be with him. “Why must this one always help,” she murmurs as she sits up in her cot to inspect her arms. “Why is this one so weak, unable to kill?” Her eyes trail from her arms to the other room, where she fought to save John’s life the night before, only to fail and see more injured instead. “This one needs the mind of a killer, ruthless and cruel, to ever change her heart,” she whispers to herself, before getting up from her cot and making her way to the doors of the guild hall to leave.

Ri'sari wrote

• Ri'sari met his son, Ja'Amore and was taken off guard, tearing up in front of many in the town.
• Lucrezia and Ja'Amore wanted a funeral for Ja'Amore's foster father who died during Lucrezia's trip. Ri'sari is insulted by this and says no. When Ja'Amore becomes heated, Ri'sari bends and allows it if it is "not made a spectacle." and stating that he would not change his mind for anyone else.
• Ja'Amore is introduced to his mother, Kiraya. They seem to get along very well. Ri'sari is unsure of how to be a father.
• Kiraya and Ri'sari speak privately on the beach, remembering the old caravans where they met. Ri'sari reveals his intention to be a good father to his son because his own was the worst kind. He blames Kiraya for making him fail already because their son is already 16. Kiraya convinces Ri'sari that it was not safe until Ja'Amore was older and Ri'sari accepts that, feeling ashamed.
• Ja'Amore and Ri'sari speak of Ja'Amore's past. He says he was a gaur farmer and knows little of Khajiit ways or combat.
• Ri'sari tells Ja'Amore that he will teach him to fight and everything Ja'Amore would need to know. He harshly commands Ja'Amore to forget his old life. Ja'Amore reveals his intention to return to his foster mother in Morrowind. Ri'sari forbids it becoming emotional.

Gallant wrote

Recap of event, 6/27/2014:

A bosmer crier, flanked by two Thalmor sorceresses, climbs one of the parapets overlooking the docks district, turns, and blows his horn thrice to call the attention of the crowd. Once he had their attention, he delivered the following speech:

Town Crier wrote

Herey herey, by decree of the Thalmor, new laws shall hereby be instated onto the City of Woodhearth by the order of Lord Vorian Stormor to do away with the unlawful happenings from a Barbaric gathering of people.

The Docks are hereby closed for an undetermined amount of time in to investigate reports of unlawful substances being shipped. During this time, no ship may enter or leave the Port, and shipments already in will seized until a thorough search has been completed.

Furthermore, all merchants who have used the docks for shipping must release their shipping manifests to the Thalamor for the last six months to for this investigation. Refusal to release them will be considered an admittance of guilt and consequences will be sever.

All caravans must from this point forward submit to a search, and forfeit all Moon Sugar in their possession. Alchemical and other provisioning materials may also be confiscated on guard’s discretion. This search will extend to ships coming in when the port opens again.

We will also be interviewing select individuals during this time; refusal to comply will be taken as admittance of guilt.

For the longest time, Woodhearth has gone without law and the vermin have been allowed to take over the streets and rule over you. The Thalmor has taken it upon themselves to remedy this slight oversight.

These changes will only be temporary as we root out the filth littering the city, the Thalmor ensures these vermin will be dealt with severely.

That is all.

Later that evening, a Thalmor soldier is found dead and naked at the foot of the stairs. Most people suspect murder, and a few recall that someone had raised an alarm on the western pier, but the stories don't seem to add up very well.

Thalmor security on the docks increases; a guard is thereafter posted near the gangplank of every deck. Most notice that the guards themselves are all high-elves, with the bosmer city watch being regulated to patrols or lighter, less important duties.

At least one of the Bosmer Sergeants was beaten in front of the Embassy for incompetence.

User wrote

Today there was a beautiful ceremony unifying two of our awesome guild members! It was on the sunny beach just west of Moonhenge Wayshrine. You can see from the pictures that the ceremony took place just before sunset on the beach. Nearby was a gorgeous waterfall and there were butterflies floating through the air! In the background there was flute music played by myself, and there was a lutist and a drummer both adding to the ambiance. However, all of that paled in comparison to the glow of the happy couple. I wish you both lots of fun adventures and few quarrels :)

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Tryynity wrote

Kazzah was captured by the Thalmor, and taken to the Manor - now their Embassy. What he did this time I do not know. He is becoming a liability that may need to be dealt with soon.

After scouting the premises this one found where he was most likely to be kept and set his best, Sumar, to the task of breaking him out. He was successful, and Kazzah was returned to us, though not without cost. Sumar suffered some kind of effect or injury which left him in such a point of exhaustion that he was barely living. Perhaps it was the ward on the lock/door, designed to render any unwanted intruder helpless until discovered and dealt with. Kazzah was no help when questioned.

Sumar and Kazzah have yet to wake, but are kept safely within the confines of the now not-so-secret Stalker Den.

A new arrival on the scene today, an old face from the Company turned up in Woodhearth, a female vampire named Aiidaan.

Vinavia spoke of some dangerous cult in the area, a threat to all existence she claims. Having no experience in these matters, Khajiit has introduced her to this one's latest ally, PaigeFault, a fascinating person although extremely volatile and dangerous this one sees a use for one such as this.

Paige has agreed to be in this one's service under the provision that her true identity be kept a secret, and she is provided regularly with blood. She is not a vampire, which is puzzling because she claims she needs this as a drink - for the iron.

Ri'sari wrote

Ri'sari comes out of hiding and meets with the Goblin Gnarlus to discuss a deal that would see his clan and their Skooma out of the city. He offers to repair the Goblin's boat in secret over two nights so the Goblin may sail away in exchange for passage to an undisclosed destination. The Goblin shows warranted distrust in the Khajiit clan leader and says he will draft a document to hold Ri'sari to his word.

Ri'sari tells Gnarlus not to delay and to meet him near Five Claws tavern under the moons tomorrow.

Ri'sari instructs his recently freed clan favored Kazzah to gather as many trusted clan mates as he can and bring them to the location where they held the late clan mother's funeral. He says to send all others to Five Claws with the promise of coin and peace so they can be observed before being escorted through the swamps to the secret meeting location outside of the city.

Lucrezia wrote

Freaking Dark Brotherhood Assassins!

The Clan was attacked (surprise surprise!) by assassins! Apparently Elros (I think that's how you spell his name) was their target before and Donvyn saved his life so then Donvyn was their target. This sounds way too familiar, don't ya think? I wonder if Cesare knew anything about this....

Anyway, Bethany was hurt pretty badly but thankfully she recovered. I don't think anyone else was hurt during the fight outside....I did hear Gnarlus yell but he's always yelling so that could have been about anything really. And then Alainia somehow got outside and I almost shot at her. Then John wouldn't hold her hand and take her inside. Oh my gods! You can tell those two are related! They are both so stubborn! I was ready to tie them both to chairs inside! Wait, didn't I write that they are related? No? Ok, I'll get to that in a minute.

So anyway....Milo almost shot at me with his bow when I came around the building, looking for more assassins. Then he almost passed out outside, while guarding the clan house. I took him inside to rest and get some drink in him. I figured he would want water but he wanted something stronger. And that's another thing, he was acting a little strange all day. First he tells me that he spoke to Lorys, the sorceress that possessed me, and that she told him that it was a huge mistake. That she meant to possess someone else but I got there first and she mistook me for the other person. And now she wants her soul gem back. Milo said she was very nice and bought him a drink. He said he smelled it first for poison so that's a relief. I asked him if she touched him, because that's how she possessed me and he said that she didn't. He also said she wants to meet with me to apologize and I told him I would. It's not weird that Milo wants everyone to get along, I get that and really love that about him. What was weird is that he almost acted defensive over her when others put her down. But then, like I said, he likes everyone to get along. I think he was just having a weird day. We all have those. And then outside he asked me if I had been away for a while, and that he missed me. I don't think I was gone long today! Gods, I hope I haven't been having black outs again. I am going to start making sure I am always around someone at all times, that way someone will always be watching me in case I have another black out.

Okay so about John and Alainia, it turns out they are brother and sister. Alainia was sold to this creepy guy that used and abused her. John found out she was his long lost sister when the guy came looking for her and wanted her back. Then John killed him. I didn't get the specifics about how that happened, or maybe I did but wasn't paying attention because I was still shocked at finding out that Alainia was his little sister. But Bethany had to arrest him and now he's under house arrest till they figure all this out.

Gnarlus was let free! Yay! I think there's still going to be a trial though about him telling the Thalmor where the Clan went. I'm not quite sure about all of that. But hopefully everything will go well and he won't be banished or worse. And he still thinks he has feelings for me. I accidentally changed my clothes in front of him and I don't think that helped any.

Arisel is the new Clan Mother now. And the old Clan Mother is back, claiming to be S'ren-Ja's Clan Mother. This is going to get confusing.

And after the craziness of the Dark Brotherhood attack, I go back to the clan house after walking Milo back to camp and they say that Hunts is dead! I immediately blame Magik for it but she says she's not possessed anymore. So everyone is just standing around him at the door not doing anything so I flip out and start yelling. John had to yell at me to calm me down. Apparently the best thing we can do for Hunts now is just wait. I'm not very good at that. I don't like waiting. I'm very impatient. But I guess I can do that for Hunts. I hope he comes back.

RedLion2000 wrote

Tirdas, 2nd of Hearthfire

Before, this one had asked for better company, but she did not receive it, at least not at first. A new arrival to the village, an Argonian bounty hunter/mercenary named Scares-Daedra has been about lately talking about helping to deal with surrounding threats to the village, including a small goblin tribe attacking random passers-by on the roads. The Argonian, after hearing about our currently-absent goblin comrade, seemed to think that there was a relation involved. This one swears she wanted to turn that muscle-bound backpack into just that for even conceiving such a thought. She continued to watch him and other guard members bounce ideas off of one another in relative silence and made a silent vow to keep clear of this savage-looking arrival. This hopes he does the same for his sake.

Sylvaswift was finally put on trial for crimes against the clan that he himself admitted to. It felt like the entire clan was present for this spectacle, which included a public flogging as punishment. This one knew very little about Sylvaswift except that he was the one she first spoke to to get into the Sugar Claws in the first place back in Woodhearth. Still, there was no reason for such a display. This one quickly abstained from ridiculing him further and took solace behind the clan house once more. She could sill hear voices and six distinct cracks of a whip across flesh. It seemed this one was not the only one to think he did not deserve this punishment.

When she could tell the crowd had broken up, this one made her way inside and found more dire news. Bethany resigned as Guard Captain leaving Kade in charge. Such a day could not get any worse. Fortunately, it did not with a few notable friends present. This one later spoke with Milo and Lucrezia--mostly Lucrezia since Milo had already taken this one's time before--about their experiment and eventually assured them that nothing negative would come of this. As boisterous as she is when she is drinking, Lucrezia is delightfully adorable when she is flustered for words when speaking to others. It is of little wonder she lets Milo speak for her at times. This one only hopes that she does not disappoint her Bosmer friends during the upcoming festivities.

Peridota wrote

Below is the entry Peri made in her notebook after the clan stumbled upon an interesting find in the sugar fields

Fredas. 4th of Frostfall 2E 582
The moon sugar fields of S'renja yielded a bit more than just crops. The clan was set to restore the overgrown field to prepare it for use again. It started off normally enough, members of the clan digging, raking and weeding, a hefty serving of beefcake provided by the shirtless men of the clan, and Hunts-with-Magic working hard at hardly working. Guard Captain Kade's shovel struck a solid object in the soil. Enlisting the help of Ser Krynger and Bbigeargo, Guard Captain Kade unearthed a large, rusty iron box. With a flourish of style and grace, Korvos delivered a powerful downward kick to the lid of the box exposing the contents within. A body and box in a box! This Khajiit in the box seems to have suffered the gruesome fate of being buried alive holding an intricate puzzle box. The ever honorable, if not a bit fanatic, Ser Krynger suggested the body be left alone and reburied immediately. The rest of the clan, who often let curiosity get the better of them, decided to proceed with an examination of the body and and puzzle box. (Though let it be said, the body was given a proper burial shortly after in the actual cemetery at S'renja, we are not savages, after all. Bbigeargo and the ever resourceful/troublemaking Dwemer spider Spark managed to pop the box open. Inside that box was placed a large spherical ruby. Peri being knowledgeable in all things gem and rock based, was given the opportunity to examine it. It turns out it is not just any ruby, but a star ruby. The light hitting it causes a six pointed starburst to appear within the gemstone. Such a ruby is very rare and valuable, very unusual for such to thing to be buried in such an odd way. It is not in its natural state, it must have been cut and polished by a lapidary, Bbigeargo suggests some records of it may exist somewhere in Rawl'ka. He as also suggested that perhaps a message may be hidden in the gem somehow so Peri will also be examining the stone further under a gypsum lens to change how the light reacts with the stone in addition to by candle light, sun light, and moon light. Bbigeargo will be searching for the proper lenses required as the best ones to be found are likely Dwemer make. Who knows what secrets lie hidden within this sparkling gem. Peri would love to have such a specimen for her collection, it will probably end up blowing up or something, much like most things around here.

the actual sketch from Peri's notebook
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