18+ Svart Varg Company (IC)

[QuiBears]

A young male Nord with fawn colour hair feathery hair that is tied simple tied back with a leather strip rushed towards you holding a leather bound parcel. His pine tree colour eyes glance up at you while he catches his breath for a moment.

"Oh, I have been searching all over for you," He paused for a moment while handing you the parcel that has an wolf's head branded into the leather, "I have a message for you from Svart Varg Company." The young man waits for a moment then starts to walk off away from you heading towards the nearest inn to get some well needed rest.

The parcel seems a bit weighted which you deduce it is more than just a simple letter to which you head into the nearest inn and find yourself a table where you can easily open the package and examine it. When you open the leather parcel you find the following items.

• A skinning kit
• A simple map that leads to Silent Moons Camp
• Two canine teeth from a wolf
• A parchment

The parchment is indeed a folded letter to which it reads the following:

The wind howls of your skills and we give you the choice to join our pack, Svart Varg. We are a mercenary company that specifically does the jobs that most will not wish to do. You are required to carry your own weight among the pack, however we take care of our own. If you are interested please join us in three days time.

Signed,
Fridtjof
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OOC: Hello and welcome to my Rp! This story takes place during the Skyrim game, so there will be the ongoing skirmishes between the Empire and the Stormcloaks. Basically, this is about a mercenary group that is basically like a black ops task force, though they are for hire. They are the best of the best and the worst of the worst, though the words best and worst do not reflect on their skills it is more which way their moral compass points.
Rules:

• This is an 18+ Rp mainly for violence, gore, and language.
• Please follow the sites Terms of Service
• No godmoding (cause that is not very fun)
• Romance is encouraged though not truly necessary
• Most importantly have fun!
• Please post all OOC conversations on the OOC thread

 

[QuiBears]

The full moon hung high in the sky as a rather tall muscular man watched from the Lunar forge. His wolf eyes watched with great fascination as a rather eerie glow bathed the large open ceiling of the forge.

"Cad a oíche álainn chun fiach."

The words trembled from his mouth, like a saber-cat growling at his intended prey. His wild black mane blew about in the cool summer's night as he sniffed the air for near by game. The man picked up the scent of his fellow comrades as well as new smells off in the distance. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I gcónaí rud éigin go Idirbhristeacha mo fiach ..."

He growled while turning his back to leave the Lunar Forge to which he followed the round hallway out to the stone steps where his wolf eyes caught sight of a young high elf woman dressed in different animal parts from the waters and from the lands. Her raven hair blew about the wind as her soft grey green eyes watched out in the distance.

"They have come, Fridtjof."

She spoke with a soft airy voice while clutching her wooden staff adorned with animal bones, feathers, and a snake that was designed to look like a dragon. The young high elf's tone sounded more annoyed then pleased, yet she knew that it was not her place to defy the clan leader.

 

[Tiaz Raydari]

Tiaz had walked along way from Riften for this Svart Varg Company and to be honest wasn't quite sure what it had to offer him, but it sounded like hard work for good pay putting your life on the line was a major risk. Tiaz pulled out a bottle of warm mead from his left hip satchel opened it and took a big gulp from the bottle tasting the bitter berried flavour of Whiterun's selection. As he walked towards an ancient ruin he hadn't see before, he saw an odd elf dressed in full fur consisting of different animal parts with neat raven hair blowing in the wind. Tiaz also sensed another person he yet to have caught with his eyes and many others approaching as he stopped behind the elvish women. Still drinking the mead he decided to wait and see what was to happen.
"This mead isn't as good as Riften's."
Tiaz thought with anxiety in the air with not having any of Talen's fine drinks left.

 

[The Effelo]

'Freezing. Absolutely bloody freezing.'

Such were the thoughts of the cloaked Argonian. She had managed to 'acquire' a very warm, fur lined hooded cloak but even it could not keep the bitter cold of the night from chilling her reptilian blood.
It was bright; all was illuminated by Massa rising high into the sky. Hides-in-Shadows felt rather exposed in the light, however it exposed the others as well. They must have also been here to enlist in this 'company' about which she was still skeptical.

Hides-in-Shadows could make out a...rather oddly dressed elf, as well as tall, shrouded figure not far behind, but she could swear that others were stepping behind her...

 

[Aerin]

She had been approached two days ago on the side of the road leading from Falkreath. The boy had been young, too weary for his age. She had initially found it odd that he had approached her at all, she was far more used to being avoided, most people tended to keep their distance around her. Ruthless pale eyes glared at the approaching man, the ghostly woman remaining silent as he explained his business. She had taken the parcel without a word, watching closely as the young man disappeared almost as quickly as he had shown up. Her hands tightened around the leather package that sat in her tightening grip. The leather was warm against the bare skin of her fingers, her nails digging into the tanned hide for a moment as she looked down at the branding of a wolf's head. Tracing the marking with a finger tip she had tested the weight of the parcel before unravelling the leather strap which bound the package together.

The contents were odd, a seemingly bizarre collection of items, her eyebrows raised at the sight of the teeth. Lifting the parchment from the clutch of objects she had read the letter and initially dismissed the entire thing. She had carefully wrapped the parcel up and placed it in the hollow of a tree stump near by. She had continued to walk on her way, her mind devoid of any thoughts of Fridtjof and his odd package. A day later she was sat in the centre of a bandits camp, bodies strewn around her as she wrapped a small wound on her forearm. her mind had been distant, she had allowed distraction from her work and she had paid for it in blood. As she treated the sword-wound with a healing tonic she thought back to the strange boy and the parcel she had stashed away in a tree stump. Why had she taken care to hide it in the first place? Sat in the dank cool of the pine woods she thought on her next course of action. The idea of a guild, a form of steady work was...enticing. Tightening a strip of cloth around her arm she considered taking up the offer. It would provide her a regular means to support her family, she would be able to hone her talents and skills further. The protection of a group was not something that bode well of course, she had never been too social. But Alara took pride in her intelligence, she knew that sometimes the wisest course of action would be one that pushed her outside of her comfort zone. Working with this...pack...might provide her with new avenues down which she could travel.

Now she stood before a small number of people, two of them looking as though they might be here for the same reason as her, they too had answered the call of the as of yet unknown Fridtjof. Walking with an easy confidence Alara made her way closer till her left foot rested on the lowest step. Folding her arms across her chest she glanced at the others stood around from the shroud of her hood before turning her gaze to the almost ethereal mer stood before them. She was unsure whether to speak, an eerie tension settled over the area as pale grey eyes tried to pick out the dark shape of another hidden behind the elf. For now she would remain silent, sure that someone would speak up and explain the situation. Till then she would wait, the wind gently shifting the folds of her thick cloak to reveal a cruel assortment of blades situated about her person in silent threat.

 

[CapObvious]

Carenen strode toward the now visible ruin on foot, watching as it seemed to filling with more and more people. He pulled his jacket together as the breeze blew, and took a drink of his spiced wine, hoping to warm himself in the cold night. He reached for the satchel again, this time for the crude map, checking to be sure that this place was indeed what the letter had mentioned, and not another hunter's camp. After checking the surroundings, it checked out, so he put it away again, this time in a jacket pocket. As he got closer, the figures standing before the ruin became more distinct, and in turn, more imposing. What have you gotten yourself into, Carenen? He continued on to where they were, wondering why they were just standing around. He wasn't one to just speak aloud without cause, but anything would be better than this uncomfortable silence. He reached the group, standing at a safe distance from the others, and waited. He looked up at the ruin's entrance itself, and saw a rather... eccentrically dressed mer, as well as a shadowy figure behind her. These must be the ones who invited him here. He took another drink of his wine, and continued to wait, hoping that he could figure out what this new venture would entail sooner rather than later.

 

[Valin Oakthorn]

Valin dropped from the trees as the amount of the slowed. He came upon what he knew as the lunar forge. He had been here once, years ago, back before he was who he is now. He checked his weapons as he saw the type of people he would be dealing with. Touching his inner left boot, then the bow on his back, and the sword next to it, he nodded his head and continued his movement towards this place and whoever Fridtjof was.

It had been three days since the ranger had received the parcel. He had been in Solitude. Valin went to Solitude once every year to ensure the Imperials would be doing business with his meats and furs. Leaning against a wall by the docks, He enjoyed a ripe green apple when a guard approached him, letter in hand. "You there, in the hood, I was told to give this to you." the man called walking towards valin. Valin turned to him and snatched the letter from his hands. "Thank you sir, now you best be off." Valin said in a tone one would use to dismiss a child.

In the package were a few odd items, Valin already had a skinning kit, and had no use for maps. The two teeth interested him, and are now dangling from Valin's belt. Reading the letter, Valin moved into a trot towards the carriage. Anyone with such a respect for wolves demanded Valins attention. "Whiterun" Valin commanded, tossing 50 coins into the man's lap. Valin climbed into the carriage, and rode to whiterun. And now, well now he was here.

Reaching the ruin, Valin pulled up his hood's face mask, not quite trusting the people around him yet. He smiled at the sight of the elf, druids were no enemy of his, though they did not always agree with his poaching. Valin gave his attention to her, awaiting his explanation of why they were all here.

 

[Akhkharus]

Another night in the city of Whiterun, another night to be merry inside the local watering hole. And when he starts singing and dancing, the other tavern patrons seem to go with him and just as jovial as he.

"...and the braggart named Ragnar is boastful no mooooore...Everybody!" said a man on top of a bench that faces the warm hearth, swinging his mug with every beat and rhythm he hear.

"..when his ugly red head rolled around on the floor! Hey!!"

A loud cheering and clinking of mugs resonated outside the tavern in unison. Men and women of any race chugged down their mead and feasted upon their meals, no matter how small or big it was. "I tell you folks, if I were to have one wish be true, I wish to meet that shieldmaiden Matilda!" The slight flustering of his cheeks indicate that he is only a few drinks away to have one too many. His company laughed and smiled and slapped their laps, their merriment only cut short for a moment as the cold night winds blew in with the wooden doors of the tavern swinging open. "Close the door, lad, and come in quickly!" And so the boy did what the, oddly enough, friendly drunk said; closing the door behind him and walking straight to the hearth, warming himself while eagerly looking at the curious faces.

"Here boy, have some bread and ale." said the singing man from earlier as he hand a full loaf and a mug of cold ale to the weary boy. "Diores? Diores Silvers?" The man just stood with his offering arms still open, having a look of confusion and wonderment in his face. "Uhmm..yes. Yes I am, what do you--" The boy suddenly jumped up, like whatever it is that burdens him suddenly fell of his shoulders, putting the man's inquiry to a stop. He quickly patted himself to find a leather parcel and immediately handed it to Diores, which he can't accept as his own hands were full.

Diores gave the food and drink to the barmaiden beside him and grabbed the parcel, he raising it up to the light to better have a look on it and immediately noticing the wolf branded upon it. "What do you think it is?" said someone from out back. "I don't know." Diores' curiosity grew more with every second the package isn't opened. He gave the parcel a few shakes that made a few clunking sounds of its own. "Hey, hey! Don't shake it! It must be one of those exploding alchemy potions. It will give you the stink for a fortnight!" Diores and the rest of the patrons laughed at the thought, his curiosity reaching the point of it being unbearable. He turned to where the young nord was but he no longer there, the mystery of the package growing exponentially. "Well, let's have ourselves guess longer for a few more nights. For now, we sing and dance some more!" The patrons threw a loud "Hail!" before drinking from their respective mugs. The merriment went on till it was a few more hours before the sun would rise. All of which continued for two more days and one more night, almost being two until Diores remembered the parcel he received.

Diores sat up from his bed inside one of the tavern rooms, looking over the windows to see that the moon is at its full and bright glory, seemingly awoken fro no reason. Having a slight headache, he couldn't allow himself to open his eyes so he used his hands instead to look for the package. Feeling his way on the wooden end table, he bumped over a leather parcel. He slowly bent his back to pick up the parcel, feeling reluctant to do so. After releasing a yawn, he opened his eyes at the same time he unbound the ties that held the leather container, pulling out a letter along with a map.

His eyes went side to side as he lazily read the letter, only making out the words 'Svart Varg', 'three days', and 'mercenary', the last being the only word he needed to pick himself up from the messy bed. He slung his trusted bow across his torso and the quiver on his belt. He put the letter inside the parcel once again and carried the package with him as he left the inn in a hurry, remembering that that day was the third day, he having no intention on missing out on a possible steady income.

"Svart Varg. Now what kind of weird name is that? I guess I should have known, seeing that the name of the main man is..." He pulled the letter from the parcel and spread it out for him to see in the moonlight. "...Free. Fry. Fried-tee-yof? Nords and their names." Not needing to look at the map again, he trudged on up the least used road that is just beside Whiterun to the once abandoned forge up the hill. Silent Moons Camp.

Soon after a few more minutes of walking, he finally found the familiar looking set of stone stairs and the ancient nordic designed structure from afar. He walked on further and saw a handful of people waiting in the shadows, most probably looking at the now visible figure at the top of the stone steps. He approached the gathering of people that is shadowed by the structures that surround them, standing beside a cloaked figure - having a distinguished look of fur on it - and placed his hand on the covered shoulder, supporting himself on it as he catch his breath. After taking greedy breaths for himself, he opened his mouth for his thoughts to be known.

"Lo there! This be the Svart Varg, I presume?" he said rather loudly, enough for the one up the steps to hear. He looked over to the one beside him, taking note of the stranger's Argonian heritage.

 

[QuiBears]

The nord male with the rather intense muscles glanced around at the small group of live forms now on his stair. His wolf like eyes glanced over to the high elf for a moment to which he moved to stand next to her almost like an alpha wolf keeping his females in check. The cold air blew hard on the small group as the man took another few steps so that he was now in front of the raven haired woman. He tried to remember the common tongue of those not of the pack as he started to roughly articulate his usual speech.

"...Welcome pups...to Svart Varg, or in your tongue Black Wolf."

He paused letting his words sink in to the minds of the new ones to which his wolf eyes focused on each of them taking in their features as well as their race. First was the Nord female: 'Möjlig kompis för senare' He thought silently to himself for a moment about the ghost of a woman with the black night cloak. Then next was the Argoinian female to which he just canted his head to the side causing a rather loud and almost unnatural cracking sound. 'Lizard kvinna, intressant...' He again thought silently to himself as his wolf blue eyes shifted over to the next living being. Next was a male to which he could not see the tall man's face yet he could tell that the man had black hedgehog hair, this slightly unnerved him for a moment, yet the stoic man just shrugged it off. 'Denne man döljer sitt ansikte, jag undrar vad han döljer?' He thought silently for a moment then noticed the scent of meed, and wine in the air to which he glanced over at the Altmer wearing a bright blue tunic and other nice clothes. 'Så vi hittar en mjölk älskare' He chuckles lightly at his own thoughts while examining the others. Then his focus crawled over towards the Bosmer and a sly grin crawled on his face taking note of his features. 'Hur intressant en varulv...Han bättre att inte försöka ta någon av mina kompisar...Jag är alfa.' He thought silently while glancing over at Riraynea. Finally his gaze focuses on the lone Imperial male with wavy black hair and rather striking features while pondering to himself.

Meanwhile the raven haired woman watched the group gather together listening to Fridtjof speak to them lightly. Her sea foam green eyes shifted towards the night sky for a moment then back over at the group. The rather odd looking tribal reddish brown marks about her eyes and face made her look more like a Forsworn then anything, however her garb made of dear hide embroidered with vines sew together with sinew. Her cloak was that of dear hide with a collar made of dried fish fins. She waited for him to finish his words to which she extended her arms before her.

"Welcome, I am Riraynea Varavsa, and he is our clan leader, Fridtjof."

Her soft airy voice was carried on the wind over towards the small band of prospective members of the rather strange mercenary group. Her eyes closed for a moment while inhaling the cold air letting it fill her lungs for a moment before letting that air escape from her.

"You may address me as Rira, for I understand that my name is indeed rather long."

She paused letting her words sink into their minds while shifting her glance over the others slowly while a warm comforting smile formed from her luscious lips. Her sea foam eyes glanced upward at the stars for a moment while seems to get a little distracted.

((The crazy language btw is Swedish, of at least a google translator of Swedish. IC its a dead language))

 

[Tiaz Raydari]

Tiaz decided to stay out of the way for now and started to inspect all of the newly gathered people or Guild members he presumed. Tiaz walked forward and stood by the group as Rira finished her speech about the clan leader Fridtjof. He wanted to know more about Fridtjof as Tiaz looked up to the macabre hulking Nord, he sensed something off about him, something that he couldn't miss and realized the Nord's truth nature and then looked back at the raven haired women and noticed her eyes off of the group but peering up to the stars. Tiaz dug in his
left hip satchel yet again for another bottle of mead before stopping.
"Perhaps I should save some for later, for I don't know how long I will be at this camp."
Tiaz thought yet he knew Whiterun was half an hours walk away he didn't feel like making back and forth trips for
bottles of simple berry mead. Looking ahead he hoped there would be somebody who knew how to make mead besides himself. The druid seemed a likely candidate for her knowledge in plants could create potent yet drinkable
samples.

Tiaz looked around to the other guild members or pups, Tiaz didn't like the name and title given to him and thought
about the life in this company again briefly before his eyes truly started to stalk the group every move, every expression. An Argonian, Altmer, Bosmer, Imperial and another Nord, The Argonian was clearly freezing in the tundra plains of The Reach trying to hide under the thick cloak, The Altmer was wasn't affected by the cold as
much as the Argonian though it might be the wine he was drinking earlier, The Bosmer was hidden by the hood and was clearly trying not to drag attention Tiaz noted that the Bosmer didn't trust his identity to anyone the same as himself for the moment, the Imperial was wearing leather over simple clothes and didn't sense much about him, Finally the other Nord with pure white hair and shockingly pale skin seemingly she had no emotions upon her face
this thought drew Tiaz's attention to this particular person wondering how she was and who she was.
Deciding to walk up to her, Tiaz's eyes looked into the Nord's and felt like she was looking deep into his soul.
The two figures on by the ancient ruins still seemed paused for the moment so Tiaz took the opportunity.
"Who might you be, Nord."
Tiaz said with slight Curiosity.

 

[Aerin]

Gradually more people had arrived, each taking a moment to examine their surroundings and the others gathered before the strange mer and their apparent leader. From the way in which Fridtjof addressed them, it was clear the common tongue was not one he was familiar with, this detail only adding more mystery to the entire situation. Alara was not one for playing games, nor was she one who appreciated dramatics. She wished to know why she had been called here, what the nature of this enigmatic leader truly was. The term pups had sent an uneasy shiver down her spine and she thought that clearly there was more to this wolf business than a simple theme. What were these people?

Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of approaching boots crunching over ground. Turning slightly she watched oddly as one of the group approached her, something about the man seeming different. Perhaps his gait, the way he held himself as he approached, there was something alien about the stranger, and her suspicions only increased when she noticed the deathly hue to the small sliver of skin that was exposed on his face. It was similar to that of the dunmer, yet he did not look like one of Morrowind. Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he addressed her, thoughts flying about her head as she tried to search her mind for information as to what this man might be. Perhaps it had been unwise of her to investigate the enigmatic summons, it was increasingly clear that not all were mere mortals here. Of course, they might possess forms of power unknown to Tamriel, and if that was the case she would be interested to learn their hidden knowledge.

"Who might you be, Nord."

Grey eyes looked up and down the man, taking in the details of his armour with quiet interest. No, he was not from Tamriel, that much seemed certain. Never before had she seen armour like his. She realised she ought to address him in return and she softly cleared her throat for it had been days since she had last spoken to anyone and her throat felt out of use and dry. "I am Alara, and though I am not one for pleasantries or chatter I admit you seem...curious to me. All of this does." Wetting pale lips a frown crossed her stern features as she looked up at the elf who seemed enchanted by the night sky. "You call us pups, why do you address us so? Who are you to have summoned us all here?" While she addressed the cloaked figure behind Rira, she suspected it would be the elf who would respond as she seemed to be better acquainted with the common tongue, or more so perhaps than her superior.

 

[CapObvious]

He watched as what he believed to be the last person entered the group, and looked back to their hosts. After taking enough time to fully study these new faces, he found it easier to believe that this was a gathering of mercenaries, assassins and thieves. Each of them fit the bill, at least to him, so he relaxed a bit. He watched as the two introduced themselves, or rather, the mer introducing them both, and pondered. Why were they being so odd? The white haired Nord woman spoke up to the two of them, and Carenen listened, feeling the same confusion she was expressing.

After seeing that they weren't answering her questions, Carenen leaned up against a nearby rock. He wasn't sure if he should speak up just yet, as the others seemed to be becoming slightly impatient, listening to these two speaking so obliquely. However, after reaching for his bottle of wine, he had realized he was down to his last drink. Knowing this caused him to become impatient himself, and speak up. "Indeed. What is all of this for?" He stood up again, and headed towards the steps, but stayed far enough back that he wouldn't seem threatening. Not that he would anyway. He looked and smelled like he had just returned from a party. He cleared his throat and continued. "Why have you two called upon this rather..." He paused to look at the rather odd looking warrior, donned in what looked like armor from stories he had heard of the dragon hunters of old. Then he returned his gaze to the elf and continued. "...unique group of people to this place?"

 

[Tiaz Raydari]

Tiaz was beginning to feel uneasy and agitated, Alara's questions weren't being answered and the Atlmer in the jacket sure felt the same too. looked up yet again to Fridtjof watching him slowly gaze upon the group.
Tiaz was beginning to be annoyed , first call him a pup then to ignore the group all of a sudden he couldn't take
anymore of this nonsense. He signed up for tasks that test his abilities, what the hell was he waiting for, the two moons to change? The sun to rise? He wanted to be treated with a little more then "Welcome pups." even if it was
respectful to Fridtjof's point of view. Tiaz opened one of his last bottles of mead, drank it down and then started to climb the stairs to where Fridtjof was but not before he was stopped by the Raven haired elf or Rira as she called herself blocked Tiaz's path.
"Listen Rira, all I want. . . no all we want is to know whats going on."
Tiaz stated with hope to being replied to.

 

[Valin Oakthorn]

Valin's eyes were fixed on Fridtjof. The mans eyes were deep and powerful, lycanthropy obviously ran through his veins. He was a werewolf, and an obvious strong one at that. Valin had no interest in a quarrel with such a strong man, even if Hircine were on his side, chances are it would result in both of their deaths. Valin was the alpha of a small werewolf pack back in valenwood, the members all hunted down besides him. This man would most likely rule like and alpha, so Valin knew just what to do, something that would secure him a strong spot in this group.

Valin saw the others trying to figure out why they were here. He whispered to them, "Watch this, I'm sure they'll start explaining." The bosmer took off his hood and began to move towards Fridtjof, he felt eyes fixate on him, but he kept his stare on the man around ten strides in front of him. Valin drew and arrow and gripped it tightly, he took a couple more steps and began to move his arrow from his hip. He could tell that the group was tensing up. As he reached the man, he stabbed the arrow into his arm, then pulling it out. Valin kneeled down and held the arrow up to the man, with pleading eyes.
"Brother" Valin spoke to Fridtjof, this was a ritual done in werewolf packs. It shows a complete submission to the alpha. This both gave the Alpha the wolf's sent and put the wolf's life in the hand of he alpha. If Fridtjof did not accept Valin's offer, he would take the arrow and stab it through Valin's neck.

Valin stared at the ground, praying to Hircine that Fridtjof would accept.

 

[QuiBears]

Rira while holding out her slender arms trying to calm the new arrivals, to which her mind was racing trying to formulate a proper response to the new possible members. Her soft sea foam eyes glanced around the group as she tried to speak, yet her voice was hidden under a rather brisk gust of wind that rudely interrupted her.

Fridtjof snorted at the group hearing their words chime out, like a bunch of children asking over a hundred questions. His blue wolf eyes glanced over at Rira for a moment with a rather annoyed look on his face, almost asking, 'why them'. Then the Bosmer approached him removing an arrow from his very own quiver. This peeked his interest deeply for it had been a long while since Fridtjof was involved with this sort of ritual. The hulking nord took a step towards the Bosmer then kneeling so that they were both eye level, something that normally did not occur what so ever.

Rira turned towards the group, not wanting to interfere with the ritual, she steps towards the group now moving to be among them. The mer sighed slightly while speaking with her summery soft voice.

"I am sorry you did not hear me so I will say it all again we are a clan of which we are hired to do tasks that most would not wish on anyone."

She paused for a moment while letting her words sink in to the others while offering a warm smile to them all.

"You must all be cold, let us wind warmth."

She gestured over towards a damaged tower to which she started walking over towards it rather slowly.

 

[Valin Oakthorn]

Valin stayed kneeled, waiting for the arrow to be removed from his hands, yet, it never was. Moving his head, he was startled to see Fridtjof at his eye level. In all of the ranger's years, only when meeting with another pack had such an occurrence happen. It was an alpha to alpha sign, yet why would this be done. The man could not possibly know Valin was once an alpha.

Looking into the man's eyes, Valin wanted to ask so many questions, yet he knew now was not the time. "By Hircine, you are quite the experienced lycan, Fridtjof." Valin remarked, as they both stood up. "Why though, such a reply to this ritual is usually done between alphas of different packs." Valin asked, placing the arrow back in his quiver.

Valin heard the druid speak of going inside and prepared to follow her, should Fridtjof choose to remain silent.

 

[The Effelo]

Hides-in-Shadows' had her interest suddenly peaked by the mention of going inside.

She was looking forward to answers, but was glad that she had kept quiet - it allowed the others time to reveal themselves; give her some kind of clue as to their personas. She was very intrigued by the 'ritual' that had just taken place - there was clearly something that the Bosmer knew which the rest did not. Did he just mention Lycanthropy?

For now, she would be content with stepping inside, and so hastily followed in the footsteps of the most oddly dressed Rira. 'I'll play my cards later.'

 

[Akhkharus]

Riraynea, he thought, that be a beautiful name. He pulled his hand away from the Argonian's shoulder as he was about to speak up once again, not wanting to overstay his welcome. Just as he was about to draw breath, he noticed another beauty in the group, a Nord that is strong in her will as with her face. Diores stopped himself from putting out his thoughts in the open and waited for nord to finish her inquiry and for the answer she seeks, and perhaps for all of them as well.

Pups, interesting name for subordinates. He paid it no mind as he did with the cold wind that bit at him, only effort he made to warm himself was to unroll the sleeves of his shirt and pop up its collar - little effort as it is all it takes to warm himself, he has been living in the northern provinces for years. As the nord raised her question, so did the others in his line, eager to have themselves partake of the knowledge the two individuals up the steps - and most probably in their "pack" as well.

Diores couldn't help but shake his head at the numerous questions being raised, feeling some disappointment at his companion's lacking grip of the situation. I thought we are mercenaries. I suppose some questions could be asked, but not at this rate. He folded his arms and just started to have himself gaze at the stars and the moon so his discontent on the commotion be doused, failing to notice a connection forming between their hulking clan leader and the bosmer.

Hearing the smooth voice of the Altmer woman, he turned his attention back to her, letting out a light sigh of relief at the thought of having some stuff be cleared. He pulled away the pair of dangling black leather gauntlets on his belt and wore them on; indicating that to him, business is about to begin. He followed closely with the group, eventually walking up beside Rira, the slight clinking of his arrows on the quiver strung his belt would have signaled his coming. "It is of my great pleasure to serve in your command, milady. I wish for us to conduct business soon, I fear you might be too stressed out now." he said with a calm - perhaps an attempt to a soothing voice - tone, only looking at the mer for a moment, taking in the attractive features of her face before turning his sight back to where he was walking to.

 

[Aerin]

Alara clenched her jaw in growing annoyance. The strange pair seemed insistent on keeping them all in the dark and the young nord was quickly compiling a list of questions she needed answering. This time however she kept quiet, there was no use in setting off another deluge of questions. As the bosmer stepped forward and engaged Fridtjof in some kind of ritual, Alara's irritation only grew. More rituals, ceremony and theatrics. She wasn't here to engage in some kind of cult. She was here for work and coin. Suddenly she began to regret answering the summons.

Curling her lip in an outward sign of frustration Alara glanced at the stranger who'd moved beside her and began to follow Rira inside, noting that the elf seemed to be wearing...fish scales? Shutting her mouth abruptly she focussed her thoughts on her mother and aunt waiting on the coin she sent them. If these people could provide her with regular coin then she supposed she would side with them, if only until a better offer made itself known. The things one underwent for the sake of family.

 

[Tiaz Raydari]

Tiaz decided to follow them to the tower, walking towards the tower, he started to think about what he had to look up to, Was he simply going to use the coin for more mead and foods, or like
he usually stored it away from the prying eyes in the northern coasts. No one could survive the cold watery path he took to keep his loot safe.
This group needs to work together to achieve this company who could do other tasks not wanted by the weak willed. Maybe we might come across other groups who came for the same thing, their coin. As they neared the tower Tiaz didn't think he should go inside, for he liked the cold it calmed his thoughts but as night's end drew closer he sat down outside and decided to wait until he was called upon by his fellow companions or pups, the strangest rank he had taken.
"I hope we don't have to make a blood pact, as werewolves usually do to sign their loyalty over to their Alpha."
Tiaz thought to himself.
"Ut luceat novem lunae sicut nos modo."
Tiaz silently prayed in his natural language of Akavir, hoping for the end of this meeting to adjourn.