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Kristina sat at the bar, mulling over her choices. They were disturbingly small in number. She could carry on with the group that she didn't know or trust, or she could strike out on her own, or she could return to Karthwasten and try to discern what that odd sigil had meant. Of course, the...

That's...quite the ambition. I mean, spending 5 days drinking is already impressive. Or suicidal.

It's fine with me. Works better than everyone having to do five days or so worth of back and forth.

Ugh. NO. I've been having problems for the past few days. On phone now.

The gloved fingers of Katrina's hands twitched as she fought down the urge to feed the mouthy khajiit a handulf of lightning. Instead, she sat down across from her. "Have you ever, for a moment, thought about taking this seriously? Lives are at stake, and all you can do is pick fights and make...

It was pretty impressive, if I may say. Definitely nightmare stuff. Poor Alice.

Katrina got barely any sleep, despite the knowledge she'd be paying for it during the day's march. As they set out, she was even more foul-tempered and on edge than usual. A short time after they'd left the village of Karthwasten behind, Solun warned of the the Forsown presence. Katrina's...

Katrina jerked back, violently, as the imperial grabbed her. For a moment her mind swirled with possibilities of retaliation, escape, but then she focused, remembering that she'd come back to the tavern explicitly to get help. "I..." she trailed off as her eyes drifted to the room that the...

What Simus said. Life happens to all of us, and we really can't control when or where it'll strike. Most of the time. And I'm up for a joint post if you are. Honestly I was wondering how I was going to have Katrina check on Alice and show Solun the thingy. Will post for Katrina an hour or so...

Poor Liudolf! He's been beaten up, threatened, and now may be facing down angry family members of the woman he got in a brawl with.

Thanks, @Simus that might be in my next post. She's definitely not going to be trusting anyone, but she will note Alice's absence and probably seek her out, just because she's that thorough. @Telleroftales I hope I didn't go too far with Katrina's reaction to that painting on the wall.

'I can't stay in here forever' Katrina decided reluctantly, once she'd gotten herself under control. If anyone had witnessed her mad dash for perceived safety, she might have been embarrassed. If she'd cared enough to consider their opinion relevant. Standing, she reached out and pulled the door...

That...would be marvelous! I eagerly await this message of yours.

I kind of feel like I wrote myself into a corner by having Katrina flee to the nearest bolt hole when things looked like they might get dicey. Can't for the life of me figure out how to bring her out without being ridiculously out of character. :confused:

To her mild surprise, it was the barkeep, a harried looking woman, that answered, rather than the figure adorned in the wolf's head and furs. Emmanuelle turned her masked face to her, listening as the two went back and forth. Or rather, the woman spoke, and the figure responded with a slight...

Katrina stared at the woman silently for some time. She could sympathize with the fear of loss and the fear of somthing you'd done, right or wrong. Underneath her gloves, the breton woman's burn scars itched furiously. She clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to tear her gloves off and scratch...

Alice ordered and ale for herself and indicated to the bartender, or whoever was filling in for the bartender to give her whatever she wanted, dropping her coinpurse on the table between them. "I'll have the same as her," Katrina stated, and the man nodded, returning a moment later with a...

Well, my traumatized comrades, I'm off to work, but should be able to get a post once I'm home.

Emmanuelle clucked her tongue as she observed the grey, shadowy town of Falkreath. To her eyes, it seemed a pall of fear had settled over the town. She rested her hand on the raven-shaped pommel of her longsword, as she stood well back from the gate. A quartet of guardsmen stared back at her, a...

Katrina eyed the short imperial woman that had chosen to sit across from her. She'd been with them since they set out from Rorikstead, but they hadn't exchanged words before. It was true, she was on edge, but for good reason. Nothing about what had happened made much sense. Even with the...