Khaotic3
Insanity at its Finest
"Article 1: It is unlawful for Nords to be outside of their homes after sunset.
Article 2: Nords may not own an establishment where alcoholic drinks are sold, and alcoholic drinks may not be sold to Nords after 9:30 p.m. nor before 5 p.m.
Article 3: Nords may not employ Altmer to work in their home.
Article 4: Marriages are void when one party is Altmer and another is at least one-eighth Nord.
Punishments for these laws will be carried out however the lawful authority deems fit."
Well damn Amy thought as the Thalmor representative finished reading the new passed laws. First they took away Talos, now they couldn't drink? These elves were purposefully trying to piss people off. Not that either of those things especially bothered her, but the curfew thing was definitely going to be a problem. For example, how was she supposed to travel to The Reach, track down an escaped convict, take care of him and return to Jorrvaskr all in one day? She wasn't even going to bother.
It was around 9 a.m., and the skies were pretty clear. Amy had to squint when she looked up. people began to clear out from around the Gildergreen. Amy leaned over to whisper to Aela. "Does Kodlak need help getting back inside? Or...?" Kodlak Whitemane, the Harbinger of the Companions, had been sick for several days now, with no signs of him getting any better. He had been weakening for several years, but now it was really getting bad. Skjor had helped him out of Jorrvaskr, but Amy wasn't sure if he wanted to help him back in.
"I don't think Kodlak will accept help from anyone from Skjor or Tilma, and Tilma's too weak to carry him." Aela replied. "You can help by just doing whatever he says."
Once all of the Companions had returned to Jorrvaskr, Torvar wasted no time before starting complaining. "Whaddya mean I can't drink?! I've got septims, what more do they want?! I ain't done nothin' to them, why do they even care?!"
"Maybe it won't be as bad as you think, Torvar. I mean you'll have more time for real fighting, now that you can only be in there for so long." Amy said.
"Says the girl with the skooma problem," he muttered, half to himself.
"I do not!" Amy exclaimed back.
"Quiet!" Skjor scolded them as he came up the steps from the living quarters. "I don't like anything about these elves either, but unless you want to end up like Vignar and Brill, you will shut up about it. And that goes for all of you." Skjor met eyes with everyone as he spoke.
"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad," Vilkas muttered angrily.
Amy decided sulking around Jorrvaskr was only going to get her in to trouble, so it was best to just get out for a while. "Farkas, did you ever take care of that muscle job in Windhelm? I feel like getting out of here."
"No, I didn't. You're welcome to it."
"Perhaps you'd like to take our new recruit with you?" Skjor suggested, but not in a way that seemed like it was a choice. Annoyed, Amy looked to the young Khajiit. "You've got five minutes."
Khaose was surprised at how blunt Amy had been with the Thalmor guards as they left Whiterun. She knew she shouldn't have been, as Amy had never been one to show fear, but tempt the Thalmor? Never a good idea. How does someone like that get promoted to the Circle? But Khaose was not going to question it right now.
The sun was setting as Amy and Khaose entered Windhelm. At least Khaose was assuming the sun was setting. It was hard to tell through the gray clouds. "This is a warning for you to get home. If your home is not here, I strongly suggest you make your way to the inn." The Thalmor agent at the door said as they entered.
"Guess our job will have to wait 'til tomorrow." Khaose said to Amy. Her reply was and annoyed "hmph."
The two entered the inn and sat down at the bar. Khaose ordered some ale and rabbit legs, but Amy got nothing. "Surely you are hungry! I know you can't drink, but don't you want food?"
"Just leave me alone." Amy replied quietly resting her face in her hands. Khaose was right, Amy was hungry, but cooked food didn't sound all that great. She felt the beast within her begging to be let out, and after being angry all day, she was tired. The only problem was she hated sleep. And with Khaose with her, Amy couldn't go hunting. She would just have to hold out until morning, when she could find that fight she had come for.
Article 2: Nords may not own an establishment where alcoholic drinks are sold, and alcoholic drinks may not be sold to Nords after 9:30 p.m. nor before 5 p.m.
Article 3: Nords may not employ Altmer to work in their home.
Article 4: Marriages are void when one party is Altmer and another is at least one-eighth Nord.
Punishments for these laws will be carried out however the lawful authority deems fit."
Well damn Amy thought as the Thalmor representative finished reading the new passed laws. First they took away Talos, now they couldn't drink? These elves were purposefully trying to piss people off. Not that either of those things especially bothered her, but the curfew thing was definitely going to be a problem. For example, how was she supposed to travel to The Reach, track down an escaped convict, take care of him and return to Jorrvaskr all in one day? She wasn't even going to bother.
It was around 9 a.m., and the skies were pretty clear. Amy had to squint when she looked up. people began to clear out from around the Gildergreen. Amy leaned over to whisper to Aela. "Does Kodlak need help getting back inside? Or...?" Kodlak Whitemane, the Harbinger of the Companions, had been sick for several days now, with no signs of him getting any better. He had been weakening for several years, but now it was really getting bad. Skjor had helped him out of Jorrvaskr, but Amy wasn't sure if he wanted to help him back in.
"I don't think Kodlak will accept help from anyone from Skjor or Tilma, and Tilma's too weak to carry him." Aela replied. "You can help by just doing whatever he says."
Once all of the Companions had returned to Jorrvaskr, Torvar wasted no time before starting complaining. "Whaddya mean I can't drink?! I've got septims, what more do they want?! I ain't done nothin' to them, why do they even care?!"
"Maybe it won't be as bad as you think, Torvar. I mean you'll have more time for real fighting, now that you can only be in there for so long." Amy said.
"Says the girl with the skooma problem," he muttered, half to himself.
"I do not!" Amy exclaimed back.
"Quiet!" Skjor scolded them as he came up the steps from the living quarters. "I don't like anything about these elves either, but unless you want to end up like Vignar and Brill, you will shut up about it. And that goes for all of you." Skjor met eyes with everyone as he spoke.
"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad," Vilkas muttered angrily.
Amy decided sulking around Jorrvaskr was only going to get her in to trouble, so it was best to just get out for a while. "Farkas, did you ever take care of that muscle job in Windhelm? I feel like getting out of here."
"No, I didn't. You're welcome to it."
"Perhaps you'd like to take our new recruit with you?" Skjor suggested, but not in a way that seemed like it was a choice. Annoyed, Amy looked to the young Khajiit. "You've got five minutes."
Khaose was surprised at how blunt Amy had been with the Thalmor guards as they left Whiterun. She knew she shouldn't have been, as Amy had never been one to show fear, but tempt the Thalmor? Never a good idea. How does someone like that get promoted to the Circle? But Khaose was not going to question it right now.
The sun was setting as Amy and Khaose entered Windhelm. At least Khaose was assuming the sun was setting. It was hard to tell through the gray clouds. "This is a warning for you to get home. If your home is not here, I strongly suggest you make your way to the inn." The Thalmor agent at the door said as they entered.
"Guess our job will have to wait 'til tomorrow." Khaose said to Amy. Her reply was and annoyed "hmph."
The two entered the inn and sat down at the bar. Khaose ordered some ale and rabbit legs, but Amy got nothing. "Surely you are hungry! I know you can't drink, but don't you want food?"
"Just leave me alone." Amy replied quietly resting her face in her hands. Khaose was right, Amy was hungry, but cooked food didn't sound all that great. She felt the beast within her begging to be let out, and after being angry all day, she was tired. The only problem was she hated sleep. And with Khaose with her, Amy couldn't go hunting. She would just have to hold out until morning, when she could find that fight she had come for.