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[AmberStar]

Skyrim Saga ...

Celea Kaeaine shifted the heavy backpack from her left shoulder to her right, even thou she had been on the road for weeks now, she just wasn’t used to the weight hanging on one shoulder for an extremely long period of time. Her father, may he walk with Julianos, always told her she need to work her body as hard as she did her mind, however she didn’t see the wisdom of being sore everyday when the mind could solve things to a degree where physical strength wasn’t necessary, so she thought back in the time, now she wished she’d listened to the wisdom of her father.

Tired and sore, Celea brushed a few thin strands of her ivory hair out away from the sight of her emerald orbs. They slowly shifted from side to side as Celea carefully dissected the heavy foliage, which seemed to be getting thicker than the previous areas she has passed through. The heaviness wasn’t an issue, for her being a member of the elven-kind. However unlike her cousins the Bosmer it would make her passing this area a little slower more dangerous.

Celea blew the tiredness out over her drying lips, licked over them with the tip of her tongue before she pushed herself forward. It was still a month or more before she would reach the College of Winterhold. A place that would help her learn to use and strengthen the gift she was granted. Like her mother, whom embraced the special gift solely, she was going to do the same, in which her father also told her not to do. He wanted her to split her training up between the arcane arts and the battle arts, which again was his reasoning to push the training of her body. “Well, I’ve still have many nights of the moon passing over my head if I wish to add the training of my body to my agenda.” Celea answered the small inner voice of her father, besides her mother spoke highly of this college and was another reason why she was on this long journey.

Celea’s orbs resumed in their scrutinizing of the foliage, instead of seeing the images of her mother and father as she trekked back in time over the reason why she was out here heading to a far off college. She mused herself for the lack of skill to stay focused on the foliage instead of seeing the images of her parents, or how this fabulous this college must look like. Then as if those images wasn’t a distraction enough, she had to imagine of what she will learn and what power she can achieve.

“Stop it Celea!” Her voice broke the silence of the wilderness. “You have to get there first and that will not happen if you don’t stay focused upon your surroundings instead of what is in your heart and head!” she blasted herself, which was happening more and more on this perilous journey of hers. She stopped once more to get herself under control, to wipe the images and the heartthrob of her emotions away from her mind. “Now, pay attention to your surroundings!” she blasted herself once more.

Her body stopped, her eyes narrowed for just a short distance an outline of some decaying cottage laid before her. She slowly knelt down to one knee, her keen sight swayed slowly over the dense foliage. Her chest pounded with the beating of her heart, her mind fought against the sound of this beating to the sounds of the surround area. Cursing herself now for not listening to her father, for now she wish she had the battle skill of a warrior.

The feel of her beating heart battled the formation of words in her throat. The words of her father filled her mind as she inched her way closer. The whispered words of the spell finally floated over her lips, while her eyes guided her steps even closer to the decaying building. Her body trembled and lightly tried to fight her advancement without prevail. Celea was tired and this building offered some protection from the elements. Besides the moon was high and she had traveled long enough this day…

 

[KINKYCanada]

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Cole had been out with his companion Gerhoff for a little over a day. The Frozen Hearth needed more food for it's few guests and more furs for the upcoming winter. Cole a natural hunter was tasked with the job. He had been a wanderer for little over ten years now. Refusing to fight for the Stormcloaks and branded a coward he left his home in Eastmarch and traveled the lands winding up in Winterhold, the village suited him, it was quiet and he was of use to the people there.

"By Talos Cole I'm freezing, We have not seeing hide nor hair of anything out here. Lets head back and start a new in the morning." Gerhoff complained.

"We are close, There are two elk just over the ridge. While you've been complaining and giving our position away, I've been tracking. It'll be worth it and then we will relax tomorrow." Cole said irritated that he chose such a poor hunting partner. True to his words just over the ridge were the two Elk he promised. Cole was like a ghost he moved to with in thirty yards, keeping down wind. His Elven made bow readied, the shot was true. Gerhoff managed to down the second one, the men cheered their success and got to work gutting the beasts.

"We should be well paid for these two!" Gerhoff said his mood happy now, Cole clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"That we should that we should! I think I will go on a longer hunt on the morrow. The winds are good and the beasts are coming down off the mountain, this is the time to seek them out! Are you with me my friend, there is adventure to be had and many more holds to explore. I even heard that there is a city to the east built into the living rock of the mountain! I think I would like to see such marvels."

"Cole your need for adventure and exploration will be your undoing. The College is starting to bring more and more people wishing to learn, Candice will need our help at the Frozen hearth." Gerhoff said. Cole knew all to well that his friend would join him in the end.

Gerhoff.
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KC

 

[AmberStar]

Another step shortened the distance between Celea and the foreboding structure that offered protection from the elements, and other things that Celea did not wish to acknowledge at this time. Her head shifted slowly side to side, her gaze skimmed over the semi-dark foliage, she was thankful for the half face moon and it’s ability to send it’s rays through the sparse canopy of the pine and beach trees, however that did not aid her with what could be hiding in the dense foliage. The heavy breath exited over her lips as she blew the tension from her throat. Her hand still held her readied spell, but that was no comfort to her this night, for her magic was still young and the creatures of this land seemed to be riddled with age. Her memory looking back at the Elk that she tried to bring down for it’s meat and tough hide, she shook her head in a moment of personal shame.

Celea stopped once more just after a few steps, her mind informing her of a fact that made the last shiver seem like someone was just rubbing her back. Sound? Where was the sounds of the night!? Celea’s inner voice nervously voiced out to her mind’s ear. Her head moved faster side to side, drawing her glare over the top of the thick foliage in a frantic search. A deep pull in her gut brought another shiver down her spine. “CELEA!” Her name expelled over her lips with a force that almost made herself jump. She inhaled deeply, and then allowed the heated breath to escape over her lips with a sigh. Her inner voice now getting an edge to it’s tone, ‘Now you see why your father wanted you to lean the ways of the body as well.’ it hissed into her mind’s ear. “Yes, I will have to learn.” She whispered in response.

Her next step was welcomed by the sounds of crickets, the sounds of night seemed to return as fast as it disappeared. She almost busted out in an anxiety laugh. “You fool!” she hissed at herself, your fear and imaginative mind blocked the sounds of the night, it did not disappear, only you letting your fear control you. Her inner voice speaking the obvious fact. She smiled with a small relief, her next several steps were ones of clarity and was ensured that all was well. Her moments of weakness she so boldly labeled the uncomfortable moments, but chalked it all up to her fatigue. She had to get some rest or this situation would only get worse.

Celea moved up to the side of the dwelling, her eyes and ears were sharp to her surrounding, prepared for any sudden threat popping up to greet her. She moved quickly through the doorway, the door was pushed back and hanging on just one hinge was quickly pulled up and pushed shut the best that it could. Celea moved to the one broken leg table and pushed it up against the door. Her eyes scanned over he room and was relieved to see that all the walls were up and only the far end of the room was missing some of it’s roof. “This will work.” She smiled upon seeing the fireplace was still intact and there was plenty of wood that she could use to build a fire.

She quickly moved about securing the place the best she could, she hung some old hides that she found over the windows snuffing out some of the escaping light, at least enough to hide the dwelling from a causal glance. She rolled out her sleeping roll right after she was sure the fire was strong enough to burn on it’s own. Her body welcomed the hard floor as she came to a rest, her head rested upon the corner of her backpack. Her mind instantly began to dream of the wondrous place she was heading too.

The morning came to Celea’s eye with a single ray of sunlight that seemed persistent in waking her. She huffed and rolled out of the rays angle, which was just enough to wake her, the morning cold clamped it’s ridged fingers around her body. She reached down and found the disarrayed blanket at her feet and quickly pulled it up over her body. She pushed herself up, shifted the blanket around her. Her eyes moved over the room and was pleased that all was as it was the night before. Her orbs shifted, settled her gaze upon the fireplace which was still smoldering with hot coals. A warm smiled came to her face as she scooted over to side, placed a few slabs of wood over the coals and smiled a little bigger when the slabs erupted into a small flame.

She reached over and pulled her backpack over to her side, dived her hands into the opening and pulled out several strips of jerky and some bread. She placed the thin pieces of jerky next to the fire. The sweet scent filled the air bringing her hunger alive. She blushed when the sound of her stomach overwhelmed the sound of the crackling fire. She pulled the blanket around her body tighter as she looked into the flame and allowed the scent of the food to place her in a state of relax. Later she would have to pack up and continue her way to the northeast, toward the city known as Winterhold.

 

[TertiusHuman]

Albert Fellbani

Growing up in Riverwood, Albert had the normal upbringing of any Nord child. It entailed having free time to run around and explore when he wasn't busy with chores for his parents. Since his father was the Blacksmith, Albert's chores increased as he grew older. It was during one of these chores that he met Izan Alakhir, a Redguard captain. The captain came to see his father on an errand from his ruler and was on his way to Helgen.

To this day Albert have no idea what Izan and his father had spoken about, but when his father asked him if he would like to accompany Izan to Hammerfell and learn from him how to use a blade, Albert's reaction was that of any boy. He wanted adventure and here it was given to him. Of course it did bother him that he would have to leave his home and parents, but to travel and to learn from an esteemed warrior like Izan... the decision wasn't difficult to make.

Albert joined the group of soldiers on their errand to Helgen and on their return voyage to Hammerfell. During this travel, he learned a lot about conditioning and how to properly defend against attacks since a few bandits and two bears accosted the group on their march. Albert's new life started in the town of Dragonstar, to say that things were difficult, would be a bit of an understatement. Albert wasn't used to the conditions, the culture or the food, the first few months were torment on him, but slowly he managed to adjust and as he grew more accustomed to his surroundings, his training picked up as well.

Now, five years later, Albert had taken leave of Dragonstar and Hammerfell, a letter from his father had informed him that if he wished to do so, an old orc by the name of Grug-naz Ogda had agreed to teach Albert in the ways of heavy armor and the art of shields. Even though the Redguards are excellent users of the shield as well, they still did not know as much as the orcs and an orc did not grow old by hiding away.

Armed with a scimitar, food, a bow and arrows for hunting and a battleaxe, Albert had set out, making his way to Orsinium where he would find Grug-naz. The going was tough as he had to not only brave the elements, but wild animals as well. Out here in the wild there were not movement from a lot of people, so he didn't have to worry about people as he moved on his way, following game trails and making sure that he never ventured too far of course during his travel.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea’s moment of relaxation ended when the morning chill was chased off by the rising sun. She disliked the cold, wet mornings out here in the wilderness, unlike most of her kin whom thrived out here, she preferred to sit by candlelight studying the ways of the mystics and their alluring arcane arts. She dreamed of the day she could harness this strange energy that flared up in her moments of anger or fear and control it, unlike the way it is now. She recalled the moment when Ri’ten scared her that late night, she didn’t think he would ever forgive her in that month that it took for his scorched hair to grow back. She mused for a moment when the image of the swirls of smoke that rose from his smoldering head.

Celea had other instances that didn’t always amuse her, but made her fear this power, which was one thing her mother told her that when the day came that she didn’t fear or respect this power, that was the day she needed to change. This was a fact that her father used to try and get her to harness the battle skills for when that day occurred, but instead Celea hoped that the never ending path of the arts would keep her mind focused and in a state of fear. At least she knew it could be done for the elder of her clan still feared the power that resided within him.

Celea pulled her mind back from it’s wondering and refocused upon breaking her camp. She wasted enough time this morning by relaxing longer than she needed too, even though the relaxing moment rekindled her desire to get to this College for the sooner she got there the sooner she would lean how to control the most destructive power that she knew would come as she grew older.

She pushed the blanket through the carrying reins of her backpack and hefted it over her shoulder and secured it to her back. She moaned feeling the weight on her shoulders once again. She wondered back through the high bush to the game path that she’d been traveling on. Her father[‘s words still echoed in her mind about staying off the main road. Although, it was tempting for it would make her journey a little easier.

Celea traveled most of the day without any instances, which she was very thankful of, she didn’t want to have another eerie feeling washing over her like she did last night, she rolled her eyes as the shiver swept down her spine. Taking a deep breath Celea continued down the game path which soon came to a sudden stop. A bellow of laughter and one sharp tone of voice rose up from the slight elevation in front of Celea. She lowered and shifted over to a heavier clump of foliage for coverage while she allowed her orbs to shift side to side and up and down as she scanned over the area.

From her position, she could tell there were at least two males and one female judging from the tones. They also seemed to be slightly under the influence of heavy ale by the sluggish nature of their conversation which was more blubbering banter among them. She looked about and flinched when she realized that her game path lead straight ahead of her and the only way around these people was if she abandoned the path and followed the hilly incline downward into the heavier foliage. She growled slightly for she knew how to keep her sense of direction by using the sun but it was very close to sunset and if she followed the incline she wouldn’t be back on the game trail by night, and tonight according to her calculations it was going to be a moonless night.

Celea decided to stay on the path. She slowly pushed herself up and moved forward, keeping her orbs shifting over the horizon. She came to the crest of the incline and took to her knees behind a very large tree, she leaned over and glanced downward toward the group of people. ‘Humans,’ Celea sighed, for they looked like ruffians with a small horde of gear shoved into a crevice of trees and hillside.

She lowered her head and slithered back behind the tree. She pushed her back against the hard wood trying to think of a way to get around them without getting of the game path, but still the landscape wasn’t offering her a path of speed and ease. She began to wonder if she could wait them out till either they pass out from their drinking or wait till they fall asleep this evening and move pass them at that time.

So she waited…

 

[TertiusHuman]

Al heard voices, that in itself was strange. Out here in the wilderness you didn't meet many people as his trek so far have proven. He came to a halt and listened, they were still a way off, but the trail he followed led in that direction. He thought about a course of action, since nightfall was approaching, he needed to camp. The nights could get chilly without proper shelter and in these rocky areas, he had found numerous caves and hollows to suit his needs.

He shifted his backpack into position, made sure that the saber was loose in its' scabbard and then moved forward. As he rounded an out cropping, he came upon the group. They had picked quite a good, secluded spot to set up camp. The fact that they were bandits became just as clear when he took in the contents of their camp.

"Well, thish ale ish good sthuff! It brought ush a mark."

Al quirked an eyebrow when two of the figures lurched drunkenly to their feet. "Good day, if you don't mind, I'm just passing through."

"To where?"

Battleaxe and Warhammer found hands as the third person stood fluidly up, twin glints speaking of daggers.

"Home. I had business in Hammerfell."

"Must have gold then. Lessee."

The two seemingly drunk males, one a Breton and the other a Nord, stepped towards him. Their steady walk belieing their drunken words and manners. Al smiled slightly, slipping off his backpack, "No. You will not see."

He ducked from the warhammer and whirled away from the battleaxe, his saber slipping fluidly from the scabbard. He knew he had to kill at least one before the other person could join. The light blade winked in the fading light as he met the axe and deflected the heavy blow, the moment enough to chop at his assailant's neck and opening his throat.

He whirled in time to defend himself against the sneaky dagger attack. He jumped backwards, the hammer's haft colliding with his shoulder, doing minimal damage and he stabbed the broad point into the fur boot. The man screamed and dropped the hammer. Al stepped forward and met the dagger attack, he knew that he would need all his skill for this fight.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea’s orbs squinted at the man whom ventured into the ruffians camp. His cometh from the outcropping slightly made her wonder if he was with them, a wonderment that ended as soon as it started for the way the ruffians responded to his trespassing upon their camp. Her small petite frame hindered a little more behind the tree, not sure how to take the newcomer nor the situation that seemed to be broiling to a point before her. Her small mental voice spat that this was what she gets for being adventurous and wanting to travel a great distance for something that her kin could have trained her.

She shook the regret from her mind and focused upon what was happening. The way the newcomer moved was like the way her father moved when he was sparing with other men of his command. “A man of battle.” her eyes narrowed as his skill was obviously much better than those of the ruffians for they seemed to fall to his whim easily and fast, however, that seemed to change when he faced the less drunken dagger armed man.

Celea’s tongue licked over her lips before the small teeth bit down on the lower lip. Fear formed instantly when the sight of the blood oozed from the bodies. It now seemed all too real to her. She spun around away from the fight, only to see another newcomer. His orbs stared down upon her with a hunger in his eyes. A hunger that she had seen many times when she went with her mother to garden’s of Lalac. Her lips trembled with the fear that washed up from her chest, the pounding of her heart rung deep in her ears.

“Well Well, what do we have here?” The wood attired man spoke heavy. “I think I have found my desert of the evening.” He continued to speak with a hint of glee in the tone. His thick hand held the heavy crossbow with an ease, which only enhanced his already massive bulk. His bead was thick and uncombed, his smell was like the scent of barreled fish and wet bear fur. The man’s hunger orbs caught the reek of fear that flared in Celea’s eyes. “Ahhh, Don’t worry, I love Elven women.” He boasted.

Celea, with all that she could muster, pushed her frame upward to a stance and pivoted away from the man. She ran toward the newcomer and the dagger man. Her mouth sputtered out a few words while her hand rose and finger pointed toward the two men. A flash of light flared as the small ball of fire shot out toward the two men. Her fearful orbs watched as the small ball barely missed the newcomer and smacked into the dagger man. “Behind me! Behind me!” She screamed to the newcomer as she fell forward from the bolt that lodged into the back of her shoulder.

 

[TertiusHuman]

The hand that gripped his leg hampered him severely. Twice the daggers scored as his balance got severely compromised, but luckily the leather armor kept him from serious hurt. The newcomer to the fray really brought his hopes down. That was until a small fireball slammed into the dagger wielder. He used this opening to kill the man on the ground.

The newcomer shouted at him that something was behind her, then fell to the ground. Al sliced the throat of the burning dagger man and looked up to find a massive man wielding a crossbow, he was busy reloading. With no options open to him, Al grabbed the daggers from the convulsing hands of the leather-clad man, drew back and threw. The first dagger bounced harmlessly from the massive chest, the second one scored a hit, making the man cry out in surprise, he reached up and ripped the dagger from his shoulder.

By then Al had made it to within a few feet of the man, he dropped the crossbow and drew a sword. They met with a clash, Al's momentum not quite enough to bowl him over, but it did stagger him. Off balance as he was, he managed to deflect two of the blows, but not the third who opened up his femoral artery. Even as the blood spurted from his leg, he came at Al with a mighty roar.

Al sidestepped, parrying the strong sideswipe, which staggered him. The man lost his footing, mainly due to the muscles of his right leg giving in and he crashed down the incline. Al looked down the slope to see the big man wedged against a tree, the blood pooling around him already.

He turned away and made his way back to the camp, he cleaned his blade on the robe of one of the bandits and then turned towards the woman, he knelt next to her, her wound didn't seem life threatening and the clean hole indicated no barbs on the head. He took hold of the bolt and ripped it free.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea’s blue orbs watched horridly at the battle masters sword wielding skill tear into the ruffians. The dagger man, whom she set aflame just moments ago was the first victim to this man’s skill after her involvement. The tiny pecks of blood from the man’s gashing throat gave testament that she was too close to the action, not to mention the bolt that was lodged in her shoulder began to register on her pain scale.

Celea’s hand trembled from the pain, a pain that she had yet to experience in her life until now, and one she hoped she’d never feel again. The battle master was now past her but not before she witnessed the expression of dismay upon his face, however that expression didn’t last long as a small smiled appeared before he darted away from her toward the bear man. After several long moments of movement, her hand finally managed to reach the small belt pouch on her waist. Her nimble fingers slid around the tightly drawled neck of the pouch and pulled it out from under her frame so she could manipulate the opening.

The clash of steel rang across the small opening, Celea’s grunts, small as they were added to the screams coming from the two warriors. Celea’s movements, which were now in the stage of debate of necessity, managed to get the pouch opened and her nimble fingers searched the contents. A few elven curses were uttered over her lips as she then remembered the chopped Blisterwort stems were packed in her backpack.

Celea’s body jolted when she felt the strong hand of the battle master grab her shoulder, however that jolt was nothing compared to the jolt her body did when the man pulled the bolt from her shoulder. More colorful elven words were uttered over Celea’s lips from the pain that flashed from the wound. Her sharp blue orbs glared over her shoulder at the human. Unsure if she should yell at him or thank him, she chose the latter as she was unsure if she was safe now or was delivered into something worse.

“Thank you.” Celea’s voice carried the hint of the fear she felt while she continued to stare at the human over her shoulder. “My name is Celea.” She offered in hopes that would calm the glaring eye she was getting from the battle master. If his intent was to do her harm or something worse she felt that it would have happened already. She has heard the stories of how human slavers were and knew she would would have been in cuffs before the bolt was pulled free, at least she hoped that the stories were true…

 

[TertiusHuman]

He met her thanks with a grunt, then realized that she was an elf and quite an attractive one at that.

"Albert... Albert Fellbani."

He studied the wound and rolled his neck slightly, holding his left hand over the wound, he muttered a few words in Norse and a light blue glow enveloped his hand and sank down into her wound. It was not a healing spell per se, it did heal some of the damage, but it acted more like a disinfectant, cleaning the wound. He knew it hurt, but it was better than having to rely on herbs to clean it.

"I have a few herbs for the wound, but we will need warm water for that. Unless you prefer to go your own way and try to bind it on your own."

He stood up and held out a hand to help her up.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea blew the tension of not knowing if she was in danger over her lips when the battle master offered his name, something a ruffian of ill content wouldn’t bother doing if he had planned on raping or enslaving her. She licked over her bottom lip and nodded to the man. “Hello.” her voice crackled in the common tongue for it still carried a hint of fear. Her eyes shifted side to side to ensure that there was no other that would bring more danger to them. Satisfied with the scan she brought her orbs back to Albert just in time to see him reaching for her.

“Wha...” She felt his hand come to a rest upon the wound and his uttered words reached her eyes. She wanted to pull away but when the warmth of the spell cascaded down into her would she remain still and allowed the magic to do its bidding. She nodded to the man when the pain subsided to a degree and his words came to her. She nodded her understanding of the offer he gave to her, however she had healing herbal paste made from the Blisterwort stems that she would use to heal herself.

“Thank you again, I have healing paste already prepared.”She refrained from telling him that in her own stupor she packed it in the wrong location. Anyhow, she eye balled him up and down for a few moments with her elven orbs before speaking to him again.“So, your a battle mage?” something that her father wanted her to pick up but refrained from, however, with each passing day she wished she would have listened to him. Mother always told her that one day she would regret being so stubborn. She shook her head ridding herself of the memorable day.

She followed the man’s muscular frame as he stood. His glare fell downward toward her along with his hand. She looked at him for a few moments then reached up and took his hand. She assisted in her pulling with a push from her other hand as she came up to a stand. Her eyes still locked upon the man. “Well, umm…” She looked at the way she was going and then to the way he came into the picture. “I’m heading Northeast for some time. If your traveling in that direction as well maybe we could share the path together?” She asked for not wanting to be on her own anymore. This here would have been very bad for her if he hadn’t came along. “I can cook!” she tossed in hoping that would get her a positive nod.

 

[TertiusHuman]

He had to smile at her question, "No I am not a battle-mage, I am just a Nord, learning more about weapons and armor to better protect myself, my people and to provide food for the table."

He looked thoughtfully at her as she mentioned the direction she was taking, it seemed that for now his trail towards Orsinium, took him in the same direction. But before he could say so, she blurted out that she could cook. He chuckled, "Just for cooking I will travel with you. Since training in blades and mastering the basic healing and ice bolt spells, I am yet to learn how to prepare food. At least I can cook food, but it is tasteless."

He took a breath, "I don't usually talk that much. It's been a long trek without company."

He set to work on fixing the fire and getting water on the fire.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea’s face paled when she looked around at the bodies. She had never been around or even seen battle death before, and it was a sight that she didn’t care if she never seen again. Her hand covered over her mouth when she nodded her head to the Nord’s words of not being a battle-mage, which only made sense to Celea now for if he was a mage he would have taken out the crossbowmen with magic instead of sprinting toward the man, at least the intelligent one would have.

She pulled her orbs upward, away from the gore that was now seeping into the ground. She managed a smile to his chuckling response about her having the skill of cooking which he did have but wasn’t experienced with the seasoning of such food. This small moment of enlightenment eased the shock of the brutal imagery that was spewed about them. “Very well.” She said with the loss of humor.

She moved toward the little hollow that was filled with barrels, crates, and even a chest. To her relief there was even prepared food around the distorted campfire which Albert was in the process of fixing the turn poles, however she wasn’t going to eat the rat that obviously they were going to eat. She removed her backpack with a grunt and placed it down next to a sitting log before she proceeded to dig about inside. It wasn’t long before she pulled out the last supply of jerky she had. There was enough to feed them both this evening and that would be the end of her jerky. She moved to the fire and place the load down upon a heavy rock that was part of the campfire. “It has been already cooked, just need to heat it up.” She exclaimed not as if the Nord didn’t know what she was doing, she was just being informative.

She moved away toward the back of the hollow and started going through the barrels. Her brow arched when she ran across a good amount of apples, cabbage, and potatoes. “It appears we will be having soup on our journey.” She replied as she pulled some loaves of bread from one of the crates. She continued her search for such things that dealt with food for their journey. She smiled when she came across a few bags of salt and other herbs that she could use to season up their food at a later time.

“Well, here is something for you.” She smiled as she showed her new companion a bottle of Nordic ale. “There is a lot of stuff here. Weapons and other things that might interest you.” She responded as she also held up a belt pouch. “Some coinage to help us when we reach town.” She tossed the pouch to the big man.

 

[TertiusHuman]

He watched as she moved about, inspecting the various containers. He looked at the rat on the spit and prodded the cooked flesh. How inept must you be in hunting to want to eat a Skeever? He pulled the rodent from the stick and threw it away. He turned to face her when she mentioned weapons and caught the heavy bag she tossed at him.

"You should treat that wound."

He looked at the gold bag, wondering how many had died or got beaten for it. He placed the bag down on a log and walked over to where the bodies lay. After a thorough search, he took hold of two of the bodies and dragged them up the incline and dropped them down the other side where the huge man's corpse still lay against the tree. He returned for the last body and repeated the route and action.

On his return to the newly procured camp, he used some water to wash the blood from his hands and placed the herbs and potions they had on them on a log, adding gold and gemstones to the bag. He sat down with a weary sigh.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea stopped going through the crates, for the rest of the stuff was things that could only bring them gold if they could manage to get them to a merchant, which would require a wagon or more hands to carry the stuff which they didn't have.

She took the food items that she found back to the campfire and took a seat upon a log that was used as a chair from the previous occupants. She placed the empty sack that she found on her little treasure hunt upon the ground and was placing the food into it when Albert spoke to her. Her ocean blue orbs lifted from the sack to him. "Yes, Your right." she smiled.

She tilted her head slightly when he shifted his look from her to the small bag of gold that she tossed him a few moments ago. She wondered what he was thinking. "You can have all of it." She whispered to the big man, not wanting him to calculate his share if they had to split it, so it was easier and safer to just give it all to him.

She slightly withdrew when the big man stood up and moved away from the campsite. Her whispered question unheard for he didn't answer her as he moved away. She watched curiously and nervously at him until she seen what he was doing. A smile came to her face upon the man's mannerism.

"Thank you." She offered the big man when he came back. "Do you wish to administer your healing offer? My paste would be much better to use in a time restrictive event than yours." She lightly spoke to him.

 

[TertiusHuman]

He nodded, "Sure, I'll apply it for you."

He didn't think about the fact that to apply the paste, she would have to get her shoulder bared for him to apply it. He found that the day's trek and the battle, though short and furious, still affected him. He felt weary. He looked at the gold bag, then at her back pack.

"How do you manage to carry that pack? It must weigh at least more than half of what you weigh."

He lifted his hand and waggled it from side to side, "Not that I would know what you weigh, but I know Elves can't weigh much, nor carry all that much. The slender build kind of prevents that."

 

[AmberStar]

Celea smiled as she dropped her gaze from the big man to the fire. Her mind drifted into wonderment if there would be anymore days like this one where people gets killed. She heard the rumors from time to time from Elven kin returning on adventures of how bad the lands were northward of their domain, but she always figured they were stuffing their stories to put more excitement in them. This being her third encounter in only a few days since she left her domain, it seemed a better possibility now that their stories were correct. Oh, the other two wasn’t really encounters, not really, when all she did was wait for the night to claim them before she skirted around and moved on down the hunting trail. Unlike this night, the landscape back then granted her that movement opportunity choice, however, if it happened that way this day she wouldn’t have met Albert at all, so with all things being considered, this day was fine.

She looked over to him when he asked her about her pack and how someone so small and fragile as her could carry such a heavy looking backpack. It was a good observation, one that she wish he didn’t succeed in doing. She exhaled and bit her lip a little more. She didn’t really have an answer for him, and she wasn’t sure she should tell him that it was an enchanted one that her mother gave to her before departing her homeland. She allowed her mind to wonder for a few moments trying to come up with an answer, but when the man raised his hands up and waved them in front of her in a ‘opps fashion’ she could only smile at him. “Good Man, Do you not know for this reason the Elvenkind uses unique metals that are less dense but more sturdy than those of the humans? For instance the armor my kind wears is lighter than your chainmail but more sturdy than your steel platemail.” She was pleased with the fact that there was somethings she caught during the tales that went on in the pubs.

She looked away and decided to quickly change the subject, so she unbuttoned her the top several buttons of her tunic and pushed the thin material down her shoulder. She slightly blushed when she realized that all of her breast except for the part her hand was covering was exposed to his view. “If you would please.” She looked to her shoulder. “There are several things I wish to accomplish before turning in this evening.” She turned her gaze back toward the man.

 

[TertiusHuman]

He rubbed over his chin when she explained about the materials that elves used and even though he had heard about it, it still was a bit strange to think about it. He was about to ask her more about the armor she mentioned when she started to unbutton her tunic and pushed it from her shoulders to reveal soft, unblemished skin and quite attractive breasts. He didn't mean to stare, but he was only male after all.

"Uhm...yeah sure."

He wasn't sure if he should not look at her back as well since her back looked just as seductive to him as her breasts. He shook himself and picked up the balm she had removed from he backpack. With practiced ease he applied the salve and made certain that it covered the whole wound.

"That should hold up until tomorrow."

He placed down the balm and turned away from her, not that he didn't like what he saw, but perhaps he just may have liked it a bit too much and that was not good for him. He cleared his throat.

"I'm going to go see if there is any drinkable water nearby so that we can fill out water skins early morning. I'll be back for the meal shortly. If you need help, just shout, I will not go too far."

 

[AmberStar]

Celea smiled when the man walked over and took the ointment into his hands and walked over behind her. His touch was gentle to her surprise for it was in a state of contradiction to the massiveness of his hands. The ointment, however was true to it’s composite as of one hell of a sudden sting came about instantly, which her mother claimed that the sting was the sign that it was working correctly. Celea fought back the teary eye effect from the sting and was lucky that only one stream fell down her cheek.

She turned her head slightly away and quickly swept the trail away, hoping the big man didn’t notice. A sense of relief came over her when he appeared not to have seen it. She let out a relieving exhale of air over her drying lips. She wished now that her words of her father wouldn’t be correct, for now she wished she went through the body toning that her father wanted her to take, instead the only thing she wanted to tone up was her mental powers of memory to aid in her spell wielding ability.

She shrugged this off when he spoke to her about finding clean water, however, she noticed a glow about him that she couldn’t place but it was something that made his composure seem to falter slightly. She squared up to him, forgetting to button up her tunic. “As you wish. I think you have taken care of the danger in the area. I can handle the critters of the woods while your gone.” her mind noting the most dangerous one was the Bear, which she had a few spells to deal with them if they came too close.

“By the way Albert… Thank you for being gentle with me.” she looked to the wound. “It seems your appearance is out of sync with your demeanor.” She smiled hoping he would understand her compliment.

 

[TertiusHuman]

When she spoke to him, he turned his head towards her, only to find her still in a state of undress. He managed to find her eyes and gave her a small smile, "One learns how to treat wounds when you have suffered a lot of them yourself. There are times to be rough, like when I removed the bolt. Times to be gentle, like applying the balm and times to be pragmatic, like using a bit of my own mana to relieve your pain and clean the wound."

He looked away from her, the red glow of the young man unaccustomed to beautiful women around him, slowly spreading over his ears. He picked up empty waterskins and set off into the dark, using his tracking skills to hunt for the water which would provide them for the night and for a while longer until they can find more water. Which were in abundance in the mountains.

It did take him a good time to track down a shallow pool, fed from underground. Cleaning out the hollow and waiting for the fresh water to seep in, it gave him enough time to regain his composure and when he returned to the camp, he felt more like himself and of course he had fresh, clean water with him.

 

[AmberStar]

Celea understood what Albert was saying about different methods for different times, in fact she knew too well! Her father was the one that filled this knowledge area for her. She pondered for a moment and slowly began to realize that she had picked up many things from her father that she didn’t even realize a few days ago. She know felt the small pain of being away from home. Her mind drifted in wonder that her parents were doing at this moment, she also wondered how her best friend was handling the absence.

Celea snapped back from her moments of wonderment when Albert stood up and moved away from the camp once more. She had to muse when she caught a glimpse of the reddened ears. “Humans!” she smirked as she watched him walk away. She caught herself trying to picture how he looked under his attire. “He has to be very fit to fight as well as he did, not to mention being able to block the heated swing of a warhammer was astonishing in itself.” Celea responding to the mental wonder of how he looked.

Pulled her attire back into place before she reached into her backpack and pulled out the old spell book that her mother gave her. She turned to a few pages and began reading the ancient writing, even though she forgot the passages once she read them. ‘One day I will retain this knowledge’ She muttered to herself, still she read on until she heard Albert returning from his little venture away from the camp.

She looked at him, “Did you find that stream? And if so is it deep enough for one to bathe?” She asked watching to see if his face would turn to that nice shade of red once more. She had to smile, almost a smirk after asking. “I haven’t had the pleasure of being able to take a long one since I left home. You know not being safe to do so traveling alone.” She added with the intent to get him to stand watch while she bathed.

 

[TertiusHuman]

"No I didn't find a stream. The water was in a hollow, barely big enough to fit the waterskins inside."

He shrugged and sat down, "We will find more streams as we continue, I found a few on my way here after leaving the river behind. You will get your time to bathe soon enough, Talos willing."

He opened one of the waterskins and drank some of the cold water, holding it out to her, "How far is that food? We should gather what we can carry and move out early in the morning, the carrion will attract all sorts of creatures."

Creatures like bears, Skeevers, Giant Spiders, wolves and rarely the big Sabre cats. He had met a few and knew to avoid them if not well-prepared to take them on. Only the foolhardy took on the creatures of the wild in hunt and not self defense.