Skyrim Role Play

"We could always scout them out a little closer first, but most merchants wouldn't be this far from the main roads. Its possible they're hunters, but they usually wouldn't be in that big a group."

Breyela pushed a loose hair from her face behind her ear she spoke,  

"And if its arrows you're worried about I can always make more. They may not be fancy or steal they'll do some damage."

"I would prefer to walk away from any unnecessary violence, but I suppose scouting closer ahead would be much more preferred then firing off arrows willy nilly." Belyani sighed.

(I feel like Kee could ambush the campfire bunch first in a bid to find warmer clothes for Lae, want them to meet like that? in the aftermath of Kee killing the bunch shoving blankets at Lea like: "God idk how to take care of sick people, but heres some blankes so please get better, k thanks")

Walking was cold and miserable. And while his scales protected his skin from frostbite for the most part, the frosty air still seeped through, the bottoms of his feet bled and the skin not covered in white scales was numb.

The bundle in his arms that he wrapped up until she looked like a worm was an uncomfortable heat source as he tiredly tread on. She had a fever, heat radiated off of her. She tried to turn her face into his chest to muffle the wracking coughs that shook her slight frame.

He squeezed her to him tighter and she whimpered.

Her own shoes were tattered, the heels long broken off during their imprisonment.

His pale blue eyes flickered at a light in the near distance. They narrowed in quick thought.

Someone was going to die today.

The pale scaled man made quick work of the sordid group. Creeping around the flickering shadows of a campfire to slit the throats of the men one at a time as they panicked was too easy for one such as he.

He cleaned off the blood of one of their daggered he had slid away from their grasp, it was nothing of good quality, but it got the job done.

He swiftly stripped the men with the furs the least sullied by their dirty human blood and kicked them out of site of the fires light. He did not want to upset his precious mistress should she wake up from her fever sleep.

Stalking back to the shadows of a dead tree he had set her down by he picked her up and despited her onto a bedroll nearest to the fire. He tore off the thin cloak from her fine, but dirty velvet dress with it pretty embroidery over the bodice and forced the dead mens furs over her head for better warmth. It swallowed her, it was so obnoxiously large on her, his was also baggy, he being too starved to really fill it out.

With a sigh, he made sure his charge was as comfortable as she could be, head pillowed in his lap as he sat guard for the moment her fever would break.

Even after watching these atrocities unfold, Breyela couldn't get her mind of the small roll of furs by the fire. She could sense the sickness off of the small being and knew she needed to act.

Moving silently over to her guild master, she whispered.

"I Have to help the sick one." she said eyeing the argonian a few feet away, "If I don't the poor thing is going to die before sunrise."

Khepri raised an eyebrow to the plea by her newest recruit before turning back to study the white scaled argonian they were spying on and how they had taken out the campers with swift, professional kills. Khepri knew all to well what a killer like that was capable of.

It was like she was seeing the assassins of the Dark Brotherhood coming for her again. Khepri had no allusions of how killing unnecessarily rubbed her the wrong way.

Personally, see didn't want to bother with the duo by the fire. It was not her, or Breyela's business whether the two die tonight or not. They had a schedule to keep.

"We have no business helping them, Bosmer." the khajiit decided. "If the tiny one dies, she dies, it is not your call, and they have no relation to us or our task at hand."

Belyani lips twitched at the two, but it was hard to tell what she thought of the situation as her eyes were hidden in the shadows.

Frustrated, Breyela tried to keep her tone calm. She didnt want to seem insubordinate, but she didnt see why her guild master would so easily decide on the loss of a life when they could so easily prevent it.


"But-" Breyela's plea was cut off by a dagger flying by her cheek and landing into a tree behind her. before the assailant could throw another, She drew out her bow and aimed it between his eyes and held it, waiting for a sign to do otherwise.

Belyani shook her head at the wood elf even as the dagger settled into the tree and braced herself for whatever happened.

Khepri, on the other hand, smacked her forehead at the upstart bosmer as she put them in a situation that could spiral completely out of their control. The khajiit thought fleetingly what about being a thief made them suddenly priestess's of Kynareth.

"Look at what you've done now, think before you try to help any stranger in need." she hissed. The khajiit turned back to eye the argonian, her sight set on the thick tail sliding against the ground to circle the figure in his lap. Khepri glared simply for the bosmers actions alone.

What the stupid mer and human races just didn't seem to be able to grasp was that the beast races had much different body tells than them. They always looked for the signs that are familiar to them. But that was always the first mistake. It always lead to those of the beast race with an upper hand.

Khepri hissed as she watched the tail, her own fluffed up as it waved low to the ground. She turned sharply to Breyela and shoved the bow and arrow down with a hiss of a different pitch.

Khepri knew the mer would not understand, but as long as their were no weapons out, they would not effectively be standing before a land mine rune.

"Acting as such when its your own damn mistake will only get you killed." Khepri growled darkly at Breyela, her sharp eyes glinting.

From the place by the fire, there was another hiss. different from Khepri's, but just as animalistic. A warning.

Breyela put down her bow, confused at the way the Khajiit and argonian were appearing to somehow be communicating in a way she couldn't understand.

She heard a small, weak cough coming from the body by the fire pit. She just need a few moments so she could bring down the fever and unclog the chest at least. She couldn't stand someone suffering when there was something she could do about it.

"Let me help them. Please."

Khepri stared at the bosmer hard for what could have seemed like an eternity before she sighed and threw her hands in the air.

"What are you a thief or a priest?!" she complained as her tail thrashed behind her. Taking a moment to compose herself, the khajiit shook her head.

"Stay back, sheath your weapons, you are encroaching on the territory of one of the beast race and what appears to be something they have claimed. We do not like people threatening us near what is ours." Khepri explained tersely and unbuckled her dual swords from her hips to hook to her horses saddle.

Belyani chuckled.

"Ahh, its such a fun dance to watch the beast race." she mused, not bothering to move from her spot, but watching the argonian eying them tensely.

Khepri snorted.

"A dance, yes. That is how you mer and man with your underdeveloped vocal cords would call it." she sneered, then turned again to Breyela.

"Only come forth after his tail is has moved behind him once more." she said before she stalked from their shadows and into the fires light with flattened ears and a low hanging tail that no longer swayed behind her. Her hands were held in front of her as another unidentifiable noise rumbled from her throat that sounded more like a cross between a growl and clicking noise.

Xal-Kee eyed the slight khajiit that left her hiding place with narrow eyes. He had no idea what the three were playing at, but he knew the best way to gauge them was through the only one who appeared to understand his signals.

They were too close. Too close to his liking and they could hurt the girl. The thought send his tail closer her blocking out the girls frame from the stalking Khajiit, asking to come closer.

He eyes her claws, out to show they were retracted and of no harm, her tail and ears down in caution.

He blinked before allowing the woman closer, to peer beyond the barrier that was his tail to eye the bundle. Slowly, she sat, her tail around her feet to show the fur still lay flat as her ears perked up at the sound of his charges coughing.

"You cannot speak." the spotted Khajiit said, not asked. Xal-Kee scowled, but gave a minute nod. The woman did the same.

"We have one that can heal."

Xal-Kee narrowed his eyes to study the khajiit again as he thought of the consequences of allowing a stranger near. He flickered his eyes to the other dagger at his side in warning. He knew the Khajiit saw it to and she nodded. Her tail twitched into grabbing range.

Both beast races held each others gaze in tense silence before Xal-Kee did the same.

"Come, Bosmer, slowly and without threat." she spoke.

Breyela sheathed her bow and arrow, and padded slowly into the fire light. making sure to watch the argonian closely and follow Khepri's Movements best she could without any sudden movements. She had read one or two books on the beast races, but had never come in contact with one under these exact circumstances. The types she was accustomed to lived among people and were able to communicate with them.

The heap went into a small coughing fit, and Breyela could tell she didnt have much longer. She looked at Khepri and the Argonian for the okay to approach it.

The argonian eyed Breyela with his pale eyes. He was still tense but a soft touch from the bundle before him distracted him.

He looked down at the sallow complexion of the breton who's hand found his and he let an exhale out through his nose before nodding, not once taking his eyes away from the breton girl bundled up in a tattered velvet dress and stolen furs.

Breyela quickly kneeled beside the Brenton girl, she could almost feel the sickness pulsing from her in waves. The girl was in and out of consciousness. Reaching into her side pouch, Breyela removed a small vile of a disease potion. The girl lay completely unconscious now, the only sign of life was the shallow rising and falling of her chest. Breyela removed the lid and let a few drops into the girls mouth and slowly tilted her head up so it would go down with little effort. After checking her Pulse and Breyela laid her hand on the girls forehead.

please let this work.

a few moments went by, and the girl still lay unmoving and unconscious. Starting to panic, Breyela checked her pulse again. It had almost completely stopped.

Without another thought, Breyela placed both hands on the girl, one on her head, one on her chest. Blocking out all sound and distractions, Breyela concentrated on the lifeforce of Magicka inside herself. Feeling it flow thorughout her body with each breath and slowly dirrecting it into her palms. Slowly building it up, until finnally letting it flow outwards into the girl.

Golden ribbons of light danced from the center of her palms and around the girl. Concentrating still, breyela directed it into the chest. Removing the sickness and cold, and replacing it with warmth. Breyela could feel the Magicka inside herself depleting, she was fading and so was her strength.

She let go, the ribbons retreated back into her palms and her thoughts were brought back to what as around her. taking a second to recover, she laid her chest on the girl and could hear her heart beat coming back to a normal rate. Breyela stepped back, and with a loud gasp, the girl came back to consciousness.

The second she had been made to cross the boarders into Skyrim she was cold. From the very top of her head, down to her toes, the chill of frost penetrated her to her very core. Even though she had been kept moving, for fear of wolves or more slavers it helped none.

The moment she had collapsed she realized with resounding dread she was very much going to die. And it scared her. Laelette never thought she would die, by cold no less. There was always one thing or another shielding her from harsh living. And to feel her eyes drift closed and her body going numb and a bone deep exhaustion that not even the collar around her neck gave her could have prepared her for the inevitability of death.

The only regret she could say she would have had was breaking her personal promise to the silent and scary, but nice argonian that had helped her since the very first day she was captured, that she would be leaving him alone.

Suddenly though, she doesn't know when or how, but warmth burned in her chest. It felt distinctly like magic and it had her bolting up far to quickly to breath in large gulps of air before promptly falling back in dizziness from the blood rush to her head.

"What?" she gasped, hands splayed out as if she were going to do something with them before flinching and setting them on the ground again.

Wide, pale green eyes flitted to the figures of strangers, a wood elf, and khajiit. Confusion and fear clearly written on her face before she felt leathery hands grab her face and lean her down so she could stare into the beady eyes of her companion.

"Xal-Kee--" before she could get another word out, the argonian turned her head left and right.

"Kee, what--" she squawks as he drops her head; without his hold, she promptly falls backwards onto the ground as the pale beast goes through a mental checklist to make sure she was ok.

Khepri, still a silent figure in all this quirks her eyebrow as she watches the albino creature lift the bretons left arm up and down repeatedly as if to make sure it still worked properly.

Satisfied, the argonian turns its unsettling gaze to Breyela and nods.

"Xal-Kee, can you perhaps release my leg." the breton moaned like a petulant child, despite the hoarseness that still presided in her voice. The leg in question was very much being griped by the ankle. The argonian blinked at nothing, twitched his tail, and continues to keep her ankle in his grasp.

"Kee...I'm in a dress..."

"..." the argonian blinked again, then set the leg down with a snort.

Able to compose herself better with the help of the argonian lifting her in a sitting position, the breton girl, who looked no younger than 18 fiddled with the metal collar around her neck with a displeased sound. She looked at the strangers again and furrowed her brow.

"Is no one going to show manners and introduce themselves?"

Breyela eyed he exchange between the argonian and the young girl. she didnt know quite what to think of them. but all the same she knelt down and grabbed a strength potion from her side pouch and held it out for the girl.

"Breyela. Here, Drink this. it'll help your muscles regain your strength." looking at the argonian who watched her very closely as she neared the girl. "Who might you and your... unlikely companion be?"

The breton looked at the potion offered before turning to the albino argonian. Xal-Kee eyed Breyela, then the potion in her hands in thought before relenting and giving a slight nod to the young woman by him. The wood elf had healed her thus far, and he would find it stupid to try and kill Laelette now.

His hand lingered near Khepri's tail though as a subtle warning.

The young woman gave a thankful smile to Breyela and downed the potion with a sigh. She stretched out her back with a pop.

"Oh, that's much better, I can't remember the last time I felt this good even with this cursed devise stuck on me." She sighed.

"My name is Laelette Laratrose," the young woman introduced before turning at the waist to pat the argonian on the shoulder. The silent lizard man didn't grace her with any more placating looks. "and this is Xal-Kee, he can't talk because mages damaged his throat in his home land for some reason. Probably because he could kill them if he really wanted to." she said so matter of fact it caught even Khepri off gaurd.

The Khajiit eyed the young woman, than the argonian.

"Is she all there? Did the Bosmer's potion break something or is she always like this?"

Xal-Kee's palm met his face with a groan and used the other hand to teeter in an iffy 'kind of' motion.

(lmao 'kind of')

Breyela eyed the two travelers, they were quite an unlikely pairing. Laelette seem extremely pampered and naïve, and definitely not suited for traveling in Skyrims harsh conditions. While Xal-kee was the complete opposite. The way he slaughtered the bandits was the way of someone who has honed the skill of killing to the point of it being as natural as breathing. And neither of them were properly clothed or armed.

But Breyela attenion quickly turned to the colar around the girls neck. When Breyela healed Laelette, she could feel that she was leaned in the way of Magicka as well, and didnt understand why she hadnt removed it.


"May I ask what exactly the thing around your neck is?"

Laelette's expression dropped the moment the question left Breyela's lips. The fair haired woman pursed her lips and looked down at her lap; her hands came up yet again, unconsciously to wrap around the the metal.

Even Xal-Kee's quite stern expression changed, becoming unreadable. The silence between the two palpable and neither felt obliging to answer.

"Why it's a nasty bit of enchantment and mystisism is what it is." Belyani finally approached the fire no that it appeared all was calm. Xal-Kee glared up at the strutting dunmer and tensed before the Cyrodiilian waved off his concerns with a placating jester.

Laelette flinched.

"Y-You know what this is?" she asked.

Belyani nodded.

"Of course I never saw much of them beyond one nasty piece of noble that liked to capture us 'dirty' races to torture them, but she had to keep the magika users tamed somehow." she explained, she eyed the two before flickering her red gaze to her two traveling companions.

"Thats an enchanted slavers collar, put it on a mage and it cuts off the magika use. Makes them dreadfully weak too if I recall. The two of you are escaped slaves, aren't you?"

Laelette furrowed her brow, indignant as any high call woman and huffed.

"I'll have you now I am a very affluent young woman you--you..." Laelette sighed and ended up having her head fall into her hands.

"Kee was probably always a slave, but he's nice and protected me when those abhorrent people caught me. But I'm a good conjurer--" the young woman snorted derisively. "or I should say I'm only good for conjuring, bows and arrows. I'm very proud of my aim--but it just made me easier to over power."

"Slaves, not something Khepri is unfamiliar with. Khepri has been indentured servant for a couple years when she was young." the khajiit shrugged.

Breyela began playing with her necklace like she did sometimes while she was thinking, and eyed the collar. Being raised in a Nobel family herself, she could tell by the way Laelette spoke and carried herself she wasn't used to being on the road, and probably came from one of the wealthier Elven families. And that she was also most definitely in over her head being in the wild; especially with someone as dangerous as Xal-kee.

"How does one go about removing such a thing?" Breyela looked back at Beylani questioningly.

Belyani tilted her head with a hum.

"I would suggest a master in enchantment and mysticism. I've never dealt with them before and while the Arcane University in it's prime days knew about them, they had never seen one in person. They're hard to find and hard to remove. Ive tried, nearly depleted all my magika."

"Any masters I would have been in contact with are in Highrock and...Well, I do not believe it would be in my best interest to return for a while." Laelette admitted.

"The Collage of Winterhold would be your best bet then." Khepri shrugged. "Khepri cannot say how skilled the mages are there, but they have an acceptable library, something could be found."

"But before you head up there, you both should probably look into getting proper gear. I don't want to have to save you a second time." Remembering now that they left the horses tied up with lazuli on guard. Breyela stood up, and turned to her Guild masters.

"We should probably go get the horses. Lazuli is probably ready to go hunting n tired of guarding them by now. Not to mention we need to "

The argonian sneered at her as if insulted she didn't think he could take care of them both and pointed just out of Laelette's sight at the stiff bodies as if to make a point.

Laelette frowned and looked out into the darkness that was skyrim.

"But isn't it all dark? Surely it'd be much safer here with Kee, I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing this fire he made. Right?" she smiled innocently up at the pale scaled man who looked painfully aware of how stupid she sounded. Three, very armed women traveling alone at night did not at all mean they were easy prey.

He looked towards Khepri who had snorted. She recalled quite well how the man had systematically brutalized the men that owned the campsite just so they would have a warm place to sleep. But the look on the argonian gave her while Laelette could not see him, as she stood up on wobbly legs to try and bring Breyela back to the fire. He glared coldly at her, then to Breyela and Belyani as if daring them to sully his standing in her bretons eyes with the dirty truth.

Khepri once again looked only slightly amused at the ruse before turning to Breyela and Belyani.

"Khepri is fine where she is, if Xal-Kee does not kill us in our sleep we will not either."

"No killing!" Laelette huffed. "Kee won't do anything, so you have nothing to worry about, right Kee?" she asked.

The argonian made a hissing noise then promptly lay down on the bed mat by the fire and put the blanket over his head. Laelette rolled her eyes.

"He says its ok, it's the least we could do. I feel better and it's because of you right?" she asked Breyela.

"Alright then, Ill go get the horses and then me and Lazuli will go get something nice for dinner." Without another word, Breyela started back towards where the horses were left.

On Arrival her, Lazuli quickly perked up and began nuzzling against Breyela's legs. She reached down and rubbed behind the pups ears in the way that always made her groan with satisfaction. Then began untying the horse reins.

Walking back with the three horses held behind her, Breyela watched Lazuli walking in front of them with her head held high as if she thought she was leading a pack. When they arrived at the campsite Breyela began tying the horse to a nearby tree, jumping when suddenly she hear a very high pitched squeak come from the fire behind her.

Laelette, who busied herself with finding another bed roll for herself settled it beside her protector who peaked from under his blanket. She folded her dress under her to draw her knees up to her chest to look down at him.

Her skin, still deathly pale even in the firelight in Xal-Kee's opinion worried him. Laelette could read the worry in his blank stare and give him a silent, subdued smile, the cheery little girl gone for just that moment to flash him that weary scared woman that spent months surrounded by other despondent slaves and leery eyed slavers.

"They're all women...It makes me a little more at ease, but you still make me feel safest and your my favorite. So don't be mad ok?" she murmured through her stolen furs. The two didn't speak, even as Khepri stood to fetch her own bedroom from their horse.

The silence between them however, was broken as Laelette caught a whiff of the fur she wore. She cringed back and wrinkled her her nose.

"Ugh, what is that smell, Kee, where in the world did you pick these things up from? They smell of a dirty--disgusting man." she huffed.

Kee narrowed his eyes before the breton could get up and gripped her ankle to keep her from leaving, or seeing the dead bodies he would have to move after she was fast asleep.

Laelette obeyed the silent command regaurdless and settled back down, trying to ingore the stench she could no longer not notice as the one called Breyela came back into the light with the fluffiest, majestic dog she had ever seen.

Laelette could not help herself but squeak as she held in the urge to squeal and out stretched her arms.

"Oh wow! Aren't you the prettiest thing this side of the border! What's her name? Can I pet her? Come here you!" the breton conjurer squealed out.

Khepri rolled her eyes.

"Khepri does not understand the appeal of mutts, the smaller Khajiit on four legs are much more appealing."

"Something about 'Man's best friend' I believe the saying is. However, I'm unsure how that applies to mer." Belyani hummed.

Breyela was quite amused by the Bretons exclamations,
"Her name is Lazuli, and yes you may." walking over, Lazuli sniffed the Breton girls hand before nuzzling it as an okay to pet her.

While Lazuli continued being pampered, Breyela chose a sleeping roll with the least amount of blood and stench she could find, and settled herself crisscross style on the ground.

Pulling back her hood, her scar shown in the firelight for a brief second before she pulled her loose bangs in front of it-She often did so subconsciously. She untied her unkempt long brown hair from its tight braid and began brushing through it with her fingers.

Looking up at Laelette and Lazuli she added "If you rub right behind her ears I promise she'll be you friend for life."

Laelette grinned wildly in excitement as she did just as the wood elf suggested and used her once pretty nails to cup Lazuli's face and scratch her behind the ears.

Kee watched her coo in happiness for a moment more before looking back towards their sudden guests. He was unsure how he should feel about this predicament, but if it made the girl grin like this he was fine. He could protect her should they be deemed an actual threat anyways and hardly cared about how troublesome it would be to deal with them should it come to that.

From another spot by the fire, the dunmer eyed him with a look not dissimilar to his own. They stared each other down before she flashed a smile at him.

Laelette, completely ignorant to this all sighed happily.

"I wonder if this is what its like to go camping."