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Everyone seemed to be in agreement with Okan-Ru. He was glad that he would finally get to see the Direnni Tower, but he was even happier that he would finally get to be away from the snow. Daryl's mood changed quickly, and he got up and left. Raz'Gul was next to speak. "So Okan-Ru, when do we leave for High Rock? What sort of trouble do you expect to find there?" Now that he thought about it, he didn't know what to expect. "As soon as possible, preferably. As for trouble... I'm not sure, but isn't that the beauty of an adventure? To find that sort of stuff out?" He let a faint smile crack across his face for a few seconds, before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "So, seven of us. Me, Beth, Elizabeth, Raz'Gul, Daryl, Amy, Becca." He looked at them as he said their names, and looked at the door as he said Daryl's. "Definitely an interesting group. Should be fun. Anyone want a drink? First round's on me." He let a large coin purse drop onto the table.
 
Raz'gul's question made Okan-Ru stop and think for a second. Then he spoke. "As soon as possible, preferably. As for trouble... I'm not sure, but isn't that the beauty of an adventure? To find that sort of stuff out?" He let a faint smile crack across his face for a few seconds, before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "So, seven of us. Me, Beth, Elizabeth, Raz'Gul, Daryl, Amy, Becca." He acknowledged each one as he said their names. Raz'gul thought for a moment, he barely knew any of these people, he wanted to come clean about his beast blood. When Okan-Ru place a large coin purse on the table, "Anyone want a drink? First round's on me."

The Orc went and collected the drinks. When he returned he sat one down in front of everyone, walking over to Daryl's door, "You best get out here we have drinks, and I have something to say."
 
Amy was fine with Okan-Ru's suggestion of High Rock. She had never left Skyrim before, and was excited to see something new. Elizabeth seemed very excited, and Daryl and Raz'gul were also on board. Actually, Amy was pretty sure everyone was on board. She noticed something was wrong with Daryl, though. He was shaking his head, then excused himself from the table. Amy was about to go check on him when Okan-Ru offered to buy everyone drinks. But Raz'gul beat her to talking to Daryl, since he asked him to come out when he collected the drinks. If he doesn't come out in a couple minutes, I'll go talk to him she told herself. She felt she owed him something since he had defended her so vigorously when Okan-Ru had not wanted her to join. Well, she probably would have probably wanted to check on him anyway, actually. Amy looked around at the people she was sitting with and spoke. "You know, I still didn't catch everyone's name. When the two of them come back, I think we should go around the table introducing ourselves. We're about to make quite a journey together, and yet we hardly know each other."
 
OOC: Daryl left the Inn, he didn't go to his room. I'll say you went outside to get Daryl.

Daryl was standing outside getting some fresh air when the Orc came out, "You best get out here we have drinks, and I have something to say." Daryl just headed back in the inn without hesitation, and saw his drink. As he approached the table Elizabeth handed him his drink. "This just gets better and better." Daryl said as he sculled his drink. Elizabeth took a sip of hers, and almost gagged. "Eurgh, Daryl, you can have mine." she said as she handed him her drink, slight disgust on her face. "You sure?" He asked, she nodded as he took her glass. "Alright Orc, tell us what you got to say." he said, trying not to sound rude. He was a little better with alcohol in his system but felt the need to vent his rage. In the process of saving Elizabeth his brother was left with the Thalmor, the thought made him put his glass down. He put his glass down to prevent himself from smashing it as he tightened his fist, his knuckles going white. He could see Merle being beaten and mistreated by the Thalmor, thinking of how his own brother left him there. His brother let him down, for some girl he just met. Daryl wiped his brow, wanting the Orc to hurry and speak so he could leave quicker. He needed to blow off some steam.
 
Everyone seemed in fairly high spirits, excited to go on this adventure. Everyone except for Daryl who seems uneasy. Raz'gul decided to tell the group his secret. Nervously Raz'gul stood to address the table, "So before I join you all on this journey I have something that I need to tell you." he set his axe on the table trying to seem nonthreatening as he revealed what he needed to say. "I was a circle member of the companions, I've been living with Lycanthropy for about four or five years. I'm in complete control of my transformations, I can use the blood to boost my abilities in combat." Raz'gul looked at Amy apologizing with his eyes. "If you are no longer comfortable with my joining you I will understand." He chugged his ale set his tankard on the table and walked out of the inn.
 
The Orc announced his werewolf blood, and Elizabeth said "Because an Orc wasn't scary enough, let's make him a werewolf too." She meant it to be light humored, not racist. "That all?" Daryl asked, the Orc left the Inn. Daryl went to the counter and bought a few Ale's, and walked back to the group. "Well here's mine, you can go get your own." Daryl said, Elizabeth laughed, not knowing Daryl was serious. There was enough Ale for nearly everyone in his arms, but it was all for him. "Just get that coinpurse out my pocket." Daryl said as he moved so his pocket was close enough to Elizabeth. Daryl couldn't do it himself as his hands were full. "Get what you want, more alcohol, food, whatever. I'll catch you later" and he followed the Orc out the bar. Daryl nodded as he past the Orc, and proceeded to another part of the cold and run down part of the city. Where there was houses that only just didn't fall into the sea with the rest of Winterhold. It wasn't as secluded as he'd like, but it was away from prying eyes. He placed his alcohol around him and began drinking.

Elizabeth watched the door shut behind Daryl, and out the coin purse on the table. "Anyone know what's wrong with him?" she asked. "I think your Mohawk is pretty." Elizabeth added, looking at Amy. "My name is Elizabeth, if you didn't know." she said, remembering the girl asking for names.

Daryl felt sick to his stomach, not from the alcohol, he left Merle behind. He was in the same city, about to reunite. Daryl just left him there, he could have waited and saved them both but he didn't, he could only guess what Merle was thinking. Daryl was on his third drink, fifth including the ones he had in the inn. He had 3 left. Daryl began smashing his empty bottles by throwing them in front of him so the smashed on the broken wall in front of him. He began drinking again, smashing the next bottle. Two left. A guard came to investigate, "What's going on over here?" he asked as he approached. He kept out of what used to be a house, Daryl got up and began downing his second last bottle. "You right there?" the guard asked as Daryl smashed another bottle throwing it behind him. Daryl burped, "Yeah." He said passing the guard. The guard followed him, and Daryl turned around, they were in the street now. "You right there?" Sneered Daryl. The guard got closer and placed his hand on Daryl's shoulder, "You oka-" he began. Daryl violently shoved him back and the man stumbled, "Get your hands off me!" He yelled. He turned around and began walking, triggered. Daryl began downing his last bottle when the guard put his hand on Daryl's shoulder again, spun him around and began to speak. "Do you know what you're doing son? You just assaulted a guard, I'll let you off this time but-" the guard was cut off again. "You made me drop me fl*ffin' beer!" he said. Before doing anything stupid he just walked in the other direction, the guard assumed he was leaving and never coming back. Daryl kept walking, out in the harsh snow with his sleeveless top.
 
Daryl walked past the Orc arms full of drink. He didnt seem phased at all by the Orc's declaration. Raz'gul watched as Daryl walked toward a secluded part of the city, he decided to follow he saw something in Daryl's eyes that was too familiar. As he walked a decent distance behind Daryl, he looked to a sheet of ice, seeing the red hand tattooed on his face Raz'gul looked away quickly. He watched from a distance as Daryl medicated, getting into an altercation with a guard, walking away into the harsh weather. The Orc jogged up to him, making sure to make noise he didn't wanna get into a fist match with Daryl, knowing it would end bad for both parties. As he approached Daryl he said, "Who's ghost haunts you?" with a friendly yet serious look on his face.
 
As Daryl was walking he heard someone running towards him, he thought it might be the guard but if it was he probably would have brought someone else for backup. "Who's ghost haunts you?" The Orc asked, they walked alongside each other as they spoke. Daryl was silent a bit before answering, "when I saved Elizabeth..." he started, "I didn't just stumble upon her, I was lookin' for her." There was a moments silence. "The thalmor they, they had my brother. He's in deep with Ulfric, if you were in the legion you might of heard of the guy who got discharged from the legion for punching Tullius? Yeah that was my brother Merle." Daryl took a deep breath as he got ready to say all this, his walking got a little slower. "The Thalmor found me and made a deal. I get my brother back in one piece, they get this girl 'back' in one piece. I found her, got her, she was locked up her whole life. The place was a glorified prison, she had the most part of a castle to live it but she didn't see anything else. She said I was the first person she ever saw up close, she was guarded by a dragon." Daryl stopped and faced the Orc fully. "I mean can you believe that? A damn dragon like what the hell, the dragon crisis has been on for how long? I don't even know man, but that dragon has been around longer. We barely escaped, but when I got back to the city I couldn't hand her over." Daryl paced a little as he talked, tension rising. "My brother was being brought to me, and I left before he got there. I took Elizabeth and I ran, like a coward. I mean I had every intention of returning but Elizabeth couldn't be left alone, and it's too late now. I don't know if he's alive, dead, or worse. But if he's alive the only thing on his mind right now is that his own brother left him there, saving a girl he barely knew." Daryl gave some time for the Orc to say something.
 
The Orc walked with Daryl for some time listening to his story. He realized why he seemed in constant pain, Raz'gul spoke "A dragon it's a miracle you made it with your lives, have you learned why she was so important to the Thalmor?" changing the subject as to not pry. The Orc pointed to the red hand print on his face. "This tattoo," he said with hesitation. "It's a reminder to the dangers of the blood that courses through my veins. I hadn't been a werewolf for very long, I was married to an amazing woman." The Orc seemed to get visibly agitated. "Well, I turned one night, when I came to she was mauled to death." He looked up to Daryl, that's how I knew the look on your face. "That's why I got this tattoo on my face." Raz'gul punched a wall with all his force, letting out a wolfish howl. Cracking the stone, showing Daryl his bloody hand. "I also adopted the last name 'Bloodfist' so I never forget, or forgive myself for what happened." He put a hand on Daryl's shoulder. "Rest easy that you did the right thing even if you question it." Raz'gul produced two bottles of mead and handed one to Daryl. "Here's to a new adventure and maybe a good death to put us both to rest."
 
Okan-Ru wasn't surprised when Raz'Gul announced his beast blood. Amy's hint had made it fairly obvious that he was hiding something. Raz'Gul was quick to follow Daryl out of the inn after he had left them, his arms full of drink. Okan-Ru felt the need to start conversation. He feared that without everyone talking and becoming comfortable around each other, the group would fall apart and their adventure would be over before it began. "What does everyone want to do on this trip? I mean, I find it hard to believe that you all signed up to go sightseeing." He was genuinely intrigued as to with what they would reply, he wanted to know and understand everyone's motives. "I started this because I like travelling, hunting, living away from civilization. But I'm sure you all have more... noble, more profitable aims." He let out a long breath, and waited curiously for everyone's response. He wanted everyone to feel comfortable, he knew he had pretty much ruined that early on with his suspicions surrounding Amy, but he could at least make an effort to repair what had been damaged.
 
"What does everyone want to do on this trip? I mean, I find it hard to believe that you all signed up to go sightseeing. I started this because I like traveling, hunting, living away from civilization. But I'm sure you all have more... noble, more profitable aims." Okan-Ru was trying to keep the conversation going. After Raz'gul had told everyone himself that he was a werewolf, he and Daryl had left the inn again. Amy had almost gone with them, but decided she should stay here with the rest of the group for now. She would have plenty of other chances to speak with the two. Elizabeth had introduced herself to everyone and complimented Amy's hair- not something that happened every day.
"My reasons are actually similar to yours, Okan-Ru. I like hunting. I don't like staying in places with a lot of people." Amy said. "But I can't say I don't love a good fight. And as far as profitable...a few extra septims never hurt." Amy grinned.
 
"A dragon, it's a miracle you made it with your lives, have you learned why she was so important to the Thalmor?" Raz'gul asked. "Nope" Daryl said, popping the p. The Orc pointed to the red hand print on his face. "This tattoo," he said with hesitation. "It's a reminder to the dangers of the blood that courses through my veins. I hadn't been a werewolf for very long, I was married to an amazing woman." The Orc seemed to get visibly agitated. "Well, I turned one night, when I came to she was mauled to death." The Orc looked to Daryl, "Thats how I knew the look on your face. That's why I got this tattoo on my face." He punched a wall with brute force, and let out a wolffish howl. "I also adopted the last name 'Bloodfist' so I never forget, or forgive myself for what happened." He put a hand on Daryl's shoulder. "Rest easy that you did the right thing even if you question it." The Orc took out two bottles of mead, and handed one to Daryl. "Here's to a new adventure and maybe a good death to put us both to rest." They began drinking their mead, Daryl sculled half of his. "I'm not dyin' till I get my brother back." Daryl said, he drank the rest of his mead. "Dead or alive." Daryl tossed his mead bottle, "You wanna head back?" He asked. He had planned on going out and killing something but the Orcs show of care seemed to calm him down, Daryl was too drunk to shoot straight anyway.


"What does everyone want to do on this trip? I mean, I find it hard to believe that you all signed up to go sightseeing." Okan-Ru said. Elizabeth thought on her answer, and wasn't quite sure. "I started this because I like travelling, hunting, living away from civilization. But I'm sure you all have more... noble, more profitable aims." Okan-Ru let out a long breath, and Amy spoke up. "My reasons are actually similar to yours, Okan-Ru. I like hunting. I don't like staying in places with a lot of people." Amy said. "But I can't say I don't love a good fight. And as far as profitable...a few extra septims never hurt." Amy grinned, it was quite scary. "I actually did sign up for sight seeing." Elizabeth said, "The only part of the world I had seen before I met Daryl was a secluded section in high rock, and it was only the inside of a castle. Being part of a group is also something I'd enjoy.." She paused for a bit, "I was alone before I met Daryl too, I never had contact with anyone. Never met any Nords, Elves, Argonians, Orcs, Kha... Kha... No furry people with the little tails, not even a Breton or imperial. Learning and growing with you guys is something I'll much enjoy." Elizabeth knew it sounded cheesy, but didn't care. "Hopefully I can help."
 
"I'm not dyin' till I get my brother back." Daryl said, he drank the rest of his mead. "Dead or alive." Daryl tossed his mead bottle, "You wanna head back?" He asked. "Probably a good idea." said Raz'gul. As the two returned to the inn the group was discussing what they might come across it seemed. Raz'gul came in, looked at Amy again, then took a seat listening.
 
"Let's go to High Rock, then." Beth enjoyed this; traveling to random places, even if just to go and see the sights. She wasn't sure whether it would be fun the whole time, especially with everyone seeming to be only slightly more friendly. But she certainly knew that she wanted to go to the Direnni Tower.
 
"Let's go to High Rock, then." Beth seemed excited. Elizabeth had claimed to have never been outside of a tower in High Rock before a couple weeks ago, so she was very much in it for the sight seeing. The elf whelp was still playing with her horse sculpture, and didn't seem to be paying attention. "And what about you?" Amy asked her. "You don't go adventuring very often either, do you?" The elf's child-like ignorance did not portray someone who had seen many things. Despite the elf cooing her like a puppy earlier, she liked her a bit more than Elizabeth. This whelp showed courage when she had sneaked into the bandit camp; Elizabeth had cried at the first sight of violence. But, she had made it all the way here in one piece, thanks to Daryl. Even more proof that Daryl was certainly not a man to be overlooked.
 
Rebecca looked up from her horse, not paying too much attention, but just enough to know what was kind of going on. Resting the horse on the table, she answered the girl.

Becca: Well, I still want to go to Cyrodiil, but I wouldn't mind going to High Rock. I have a cousin there, and he said if I could find him, he will give me a pony. Also, there is a really old Altmer mage there. I want meet him, or her. No one knows what gender this person is. But, I mainly want the pony.

Wanting to do more magic sculptures, she started working on it. Not really sure of what to make, she started to make a life size sculpture of a person.
 
"Let's go to High Rock, then." Beth said with excitement. The Orc just watched and listened as everyone said what they were looking forward to. He decided to stay quite, due to the fact that he was hoping to find a warriors death on this trek. "Well if we will be leaving soon, I'll go get some horses fetched for everyone." Raz'gul said this, standing and walking out of the inn once again. He needed time to get his head on straight.
 
"Well if we will be leaving soon, I'll go get some horses fetched for everyone." Raz'gul said. The rest of the group didn't seem very interested in conversation with her right now, so she offered to join him. She had grown restless as it had gotten dark. And maybe he would be willing to talk, since no one else was being very lively. She followed him out before he could protest. Outside, she could see their breath. She blew out, watching as her breath became visible. "Look," she giggled, "I'm a dragon!"
 
Amy followed Raz'gul outside, he was grateful for the company. Granted she didn't really give him a choice. She watched her own breathe. "Look," she giggled, "I'm a dragon!" Raz'gul not usually one with a good sense of humor, cracked a small smile. There was something about this woman that reminded him of someone he knew before. "Look I apologize for the way I treated you earlier" He seemed to struggle getting an apology out. "I have such hatred for myself that, I projected it on you." The two arrived at the stables, Raz'gul went to talk to the stable master about getting enough horses for the group. He returned and just kinda let it slip. "So Amy how did you come to have the beast blood?" He wasn't the biggest talker and often came across, rude or insensitive. However that wasn't the case here.
 
Raz'gul cracked a a small smile at her comment. "Look I apologize for the way I treated you earlier" He seemed to be stumbling over his words. "I have such hatred for myself that, I projected it on you." "Don't worry about it." she reassured him. "it's probably best everyone knew anyway." After Raz'gul had talked to the stable master about the horses, he casually asked her where she had gotten her beast blood. Making sure no one else could hear, she answered him. "I was a circle member of the Companions, same as you. But I left them a few months ago to focus on my own life. The argument over whether the beast blood is a gift or a curse had almost torn the circle in two...and," she stopped, finding it hard to tell him the main reason she had left. "Never mind." she tried to change the subject. "Did you work something out with the stable guy?"
 
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