S'ren-ja - Our New Home

Lucrezia steps outside of one of the larger buildings in the area. Squinting her eyes at the bright sun. She yawned, stretched and then started walking forward. She had fallen asleep on the floor, upstairs in the house she was just leaving. It was late when they finally arrived and everyone scattered to find a place to sleep. She didn't even remember falling asleep. The last thing should could remember was talking to Milo and then sitting back down on the little pile of blankets and pillows on the floor.

She walked past a Khajiit trying to sell her fruit. She politely declined and walked up on the bridge in front of her. Below the bridge was barely any water and many crocodiles. Around her were dirt, boulders and very few trees. This was definitely not Woodhearth.


(((I wanted to tag this as Open RP but it wouldn't give me that option. :( )))

I got Ri'sari to un-fuck it. <3 - @ScienceCat

Thank you! :P

Bbigeargo was just returning to town with an friend back from a trip to the near by town as he ran in to Lucretia greeting her politely " greetings Lucretia how is this one "

((This is open RP right?))

((Yes it is, Bbigeargo. They put the label on it now. :) ))

Lucrezia looked up and smiled as she saw Bbigeargo and another Khajiit walking toward her.

"Hi! I'm I'm doing well, thank you. How are you? Are you enjoying this place yet? I was just about to go into town and see what I can find there."

She squinted at them, the sun still in her eyes.

Arisel finds herself sitting just outside of the small farming village of S'ren-ja, looking out over the vast arid land of Reaper's March. A lizard crawls up on the rock beside her, stopping to look at her for a few seconds before he continues on his way. She takes a deep breath, happy to finally be back in the land where she grew up. She then looked down at her feet, finding herself torn on whether or not to stay with the Clan. The night before Ri'sari voiced to her that she was valuable to the clan, but she felt morally torn helping a group of skooma dealers. On the other hand, she has saved several lives within the clan, and has made several friends whom she doesn't want to leave. She rubs her hand through her orange mane, hissing at her predicament. "This one just had to steal the food in Woodhearth. Now she's involved with these Sugar Claws, and now she even likes them and respects the leaders," she mumbles under her breath. She looks back over her shoulder towards the village and notices a few people moving about, though she can't pick anyone out in particular from this distance.

((Aimed @ Lucrezia))

he is well thank you for asking, yes khajiit is enjoying this place very much! He loves it here there is much adventure to be had yes? This one heard you were heading to town? If this ones likes an adventure you can take an short cut * points be hind him where he just came from the area crawling with mad sench tigers and many other not so kind/mad creatures shrugging like it was no big deal "it will save an day of walking yes?" *Trying to be help full but probability just sounding insane/crazy

She looks in he area he's pointing and immediately sees a few tigers and giant insects swarming the area. Her eyes grow wide, but she just looks at him and smiles.

"I think it might be safer to just stick to the road for now. I don't know the area and a little Bosmer like me is not very intimidating. But thank you for the tip. I'll see you around." she nods at him and continues down the road, her hands on her blades in case somethings tries to sneak up on her.

After talking with the elf Bbigeargo continued on his way when his ears perked up as he spotted Arisel and figured he would go and say hello having nothing better to do

Arisel had closed her eyes by now, enjoying the sun's warmth upon her fur. She only opens them when she hears footsteps approaching from behind. She looks over her shoulder once more and sees Bbi walking towards her. She smiles at him and waves.

Smiling back ,Bbigeargo waved as he approached Arisel then saying "greetings ,how is this one?"

Sylvaswift watched from the verandah of a nearby house the goings on in the village. He was new to this whole clan living and still very uncomfortable with the proximity of always having people around him. After being cooped up on Gnarlus's ship for so long, he preferred to keep his distance for the time being.

From the balcony of the empty house, Elsynia sat and watched the goings-on below. The two Khajiit, one she could recognize as Bbigeargo, and other who was very clearly pregnant, conversed with a mer she had seen around before. She smiled down to them, even though they could not see her, and enjoyed the sun that was so very rare in their new home of Sren'ja. She thought of the people she had met, then decided she should eventually join the others and perhaps meet a few more people. After, of course, she sat for a few more moments in the peaceful seclusion of the balcony.

((Hope ya don't mind me popping in. I'm RP starved from my being on vacation and all, and I'm missing my video games terribly. So I figured this may help my withdrawals. ._. ))

Bbigeargo simply walked about the town , spark following him Creeking about as always , looking for some thing to do or some one to talk to

Elsy sauntered down the stairs after lingering in the upper level of the house, thinking back on what had happened there. She stepped out into the daylight and observed the people in the center of the collection of buildings. Many merchants were out at this time on account of the weather, trying to make use of it while it was still nice. The rain was hard to keep away in Sren'ja.

Elsy leaned back against the side of the building she had just exited, quiet yet observant, curious as to what the others were up to, though not wanting to intrude.

Yihn walks in the bright sun of S'ren-ja, blinking, squinting. She looks somewhat lost, black-furred against a wash of yellow earth and golden sky.

Stopping at a nearby merchant stand, Yihn runs a hand lightly along the arrayed cloths, feeling their texture. She has a skulking look about her as her tail flicks back and forth. "How much is this?" She asks, green eyes blinking slowly. At the answer, she replies, "Oh. Okay." Her ears droop.

Yihn moves on to the next stall, where she massages a pyramid of fruit under the hawk-like gaze of the merchant. There's a hungry look in her eyes. She stays at the stall for a time, asking for the price of this or that, making an effort of small talk. But she does not buy anything.

The day drags by, flowing like a lazy stream in summer. After visiting several more stalls, Yihn makes it to the edge of town, where she finds a large rock. She climbs on top of it nimbly, tail swishing for balance, then squats down. Pulling an apple out of her pocket, she bites into it with a crunch. She gazes off into the horizon.

Elsy looked to the unfamiliar Khajiit that had recently perused the merchant carts that now sat on top of a large rock eating an apple. The Khajiit was on the other side of the almost circular collection of buildings, opposite the one Elsy now leaned against.

Wondering if she could even be seen, Elsy smiled a greeting and nodded politely to the unfamiliar face across the merchant carts gathered in the center of the buildings. A gentle wind pushed through the buildings. She hoped the winds wouldn't bring the rain back.

Siltan limped towards the village, his usual scowl on his face. His dark braided hair heavily threaded with grays was pulled back out of his face. The dark complexion of the Bosmer helped hide it from a distance, but at close glance there was no missing the laugh lines that had been carved deeply into his face in earlier years.

A small bundle of hides he had tied under the pack on his back shifted uncomfortably where one of his knots had come loose. Cussing under his breath at it, he was suddenly distracted by the new tent city erected outside the perimeter of S'ren-ja. Hammering and sawing began to grow louder as he passed between the tents and the displaced villagers and approached the actual village.

Sighing, he wondered who might be in charge of this mess now, and if he could somehow get in on part of the construction. Licking his cracked lips, he dreamed of a big payday and his limp lessened and pace quickened.

Elsynia watched the unfamiliar mer approach Sren'ja. She certainly hadn't seen him around before. His face seemed rather hardened and she wished not to approach him or invoke any further annoyance, as he didn't seem entirely like the warm, friendly type. She stiffed slightly, still leaning against the door frame of the building she had exited. Eyes narrowed, Elsy watched him quietly, observant, though she held back any judgments. She preferred to suspend conviction until she had a conversation with the person.

The sun moves slowly overhead. It is getting hot. Yihn tosses the apple core to the ground. It plops, bringing up a cloud of dust. She stretches out to relax, leaning back against the smooth, warm rock. As she turns, Yihn notes a motion in her periphery.

There is a mer on top of a balcony, waving. Yihn blinks warily, assessing the action. Her green eyes glint in the bright sun. Politely, she waves back. The bulge of a second apple in her pocket weighs heavily on her conscience; she touches it, then pulls down her tunic to cover.

Turning away from the woman, Yihn watches the dusty road that approaches the village. There are faces and fur patterns that she recognizes, but she remains silent; she twitches her ears, observing. And the day stretches on.

Nearing the merchants in the center of the village, Siltan glanced around taking note of new faces and armaments. There weren't any new fortifications, that's a good sign. So hopefully the trouble was over, he thought thankfully.

He stopped at a well and dropped his pack and bundle on the ground. Pulling a rag out of a pocket(it might have been white at some point) he mopped his brow, then tucked it into his collar before pulling a fresh bucket of water up. Drinking his fill and topping off his water skins first thing in case of trouble, he then continued to freshen up. Splashing some water on his face, he then used the rag to wipe his neck and underarms. Silently, he watched the new faces that were openly armed. Wringing out the rag and rewetting it, he looked around some more.

Some of the town guard had changed, but not all. That was a good sign as well , he noted. There were lots of new cats in town. A few mers, probably a gaggle of the furry ones in the clan mother's building as well. He sighed contentedly. If there was one thing he had learned, many times the hard way, was that change is inevitable. He was just content that he hadn't returned to a war zone, or the aftermath of one.

A rather striking khajiit that was with kit stood talking to a mer. They seemed happy, the khajiit supported her belly with one arm while gesturing casually with the other. Seeing her outside in the open surely meant any hostility must have ended, or was unlikely in any event. He continues to cool off and stops scrutinizing so he can focus on cleaning and straightening his mess. The sun was high yet, plenty of time to trade today still. He planned to offload his hides as soon as possible though, so he wouldn't have to carry them around much longer.

Siltan approaches the Clan Mother's house with almost a bounce in his step. He had garnered more than expected for his loot. With all the fresh faces around, the demand for goods had risen significantly. He was heading to the clan house to hopefully find some work here in town. Being on the road for weeks had taken its toll and he wanted to stick around town awhile, visit with old friends and maybe build some new connections. Heck, even just being a warden around the village would suit him fine. All those reptiles and wisps could sometimes get a little too comfortable and encroach on the sugar fields, threatening the farmers and the children wandering around. The thought of children being hurt brought a flood of memories to mind, and he realized his allergies were acting up again. The future of the village was in protecting and raising the young. He was confident he could pitch it to the leadership, and if not there certainly was enough woodworking to be done to employ him otherwise. He tucked his rag away after getting the dust out of his eyes, and climbed the steps leading to his destination.

Lucrezia made it about a third of the way to Rawl'kha when she turned around and went back. She spotted three tigers fighting over a skeever and decided not to be the next meal they fought over. She happily skipped up the steps to the clan mothers house and entered the kitchen, looking for food. She found a bowl of fruit, some bread and a jug of water. She brought it all to a table and sat down, enjoying her first meal of the day. As she ate, she looked around the room, for once, it was very quiet in the large house. She could only hear a few people walking around upstairs and some quiet whispers around the corner.

Siltan leaves the Clan Mother's house with a deep scowl. Doing a quick once over on his gear he limps towards the gates of the village, eyes set on finding a new home.

(( never participated in Forum RP in life , all scrolling text based RP for me, so if I do something dumb let me know :P))

Shere'Khaann approached Sren'Ja on Kasha, his trust steed. Trotting down the path he closed his eyes and allowed the sun to warm his striped fur. He began to heard sounds coming from the small desert town and his eyes re-opened. As he trotted across the bridge Shere"khaann looked down at the dry river bed below him. The tall khajiit shoot his head "I miss Greenshade" he said to his horse "What does Kasha think hmmm?".

When he reached the center of town Shere hopped down from his horse and allowed her to go graze. The horse was smart enough to keep away from the Tiger's and crocs. Shere'Khaann made his way swiftly towards the clan mothers house and pushed open the front door and as usual took a turn left to find himself something to eat and drink.