The Elder Scrolls Side RP

[BetaWülf]

 The Elder Scrolls: Side Roleplay

The year is 201 of the fourth era, the day is the 17th of Last Seed. The Empire and the Stormcloaks battle for rule over Skyrim whilst the Thalmor laugh from the sidelines as ultimate power over Tamriel is slowly coming closer to them everyday the civil war goes on. Vampires have once more become prevalent in the land and are fighting their own little war against the Dawnguard, a group of elite vampire hunters. Surprisingly people still manage to find the peace to build homes and raise families across the land, nothing like a warm Hearthfire to ease ones aches. And Solstheim, a large Dunmer island off the coast is plagued by strange happenings, and talk of Dragonborn.

Dragons on this very day have returned to the land of Skyrim, and all will fail in their fiery wrath if no Brave heroes rise to defend the innocent... or at least those who need defending. These mighty warriors, cunning thieves and powerful wizards are scattered all across the land, some in the great holds, others just now entering the province, and one individual rotting in chains in Dragonsreach dungeon....

Tyranos
Argonian warrior
Imprisoned for brawling.

Tyranos woke as the dim light wormed its way into his cell, he hissed and blocked the light with his hands. His head was killing him and he gently rubbed the bump on the back of his head... where did that come from? He tried to regain his memories of the previous day as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, he slowly remembered some annoying bard harassing the woman at the vegetable stand, then pummeling the maggot. Then he recalled having the guards trying to fine him for how badly he beat the bard, then a fight broke out between the guards and himself which ended with a couple of them on the ground and one... of the cowards bash him in the back of the head with a sword pommel! Tyranos looked up as a guard stood just outside the cell with his arms crossed tapping his foot on the ground.

"You ready to start acting like a decent member of society Lizard?" The guard said with an obscenely ear-grating accent through his acorn shaped helmet.

"I'm not a lizard" Tyranos said in a matter of fact way as he rubbed his head.

"Whatever, quit wasting my time and answer the question Argonian" The guard said with an indignant snort.

"Yeah, I'm ready to quit kicking your ass and do something more challenging" Tyranos said with a bitterness to his voice.

"You try and stunt like that again and by Tal... by Shor I'll run you through this time" The guard said trying to scare Tyranos.

"Oh, I see attacking your opponent from behind is honorable now, like the rat bastard who knocked me out" Tyranos said, his eyes more venomous than his tongue this time.

"Why I outta..." The guard said before the Captain of the guard walked in carrying the keys in hand. The walked away in a huff and Tyranos smirked, Nords were too easy to get mad for it to be any fun.

"Your time is up friend, keep your nose clean from now on and everyone will get along just fine" The Captain said as he unlocked the door and stepped aside for Tyranos to exit.

"Leave this lovely cell? You cant be serious!" Tyranos said sarcastically, the Captain chuckled as Tyranos stepped out before saying some parting words.

"If you like the dungeon so much keep fighting, either with us or against us. Always looking for more guards" The Captain said as Tyranos walked up the steps to the door.

"Maybe I will, but not today land strider" Tyranos said as he stepped out into a cool breeze.

The overview of the city of Whiterun was beautiful indeed, all the people scuffling about in the districts buying, selling or just chatting. Tyranos decided to stay awhile maybe, and see all there was to see of this fine city and province, and maybe meet new people along the way? You never know who(or what) you might meet in this land of ice and snow.

[Faclan]

Ji'Dar'Teuil - Khajiit Traveler
Arriving at Whiterun to a harsh lesson.

A figure would just be visible from the top of the Whiterun walls as it made its way toward the small hill leading up the gate. The tail behind it would have been a good indication of its race if it didn't also sport two ears sticking up from the top of its head. A Khajiit then, hated throughout Skyrim for their thievery, drugs, and general underhanded nature. Only thievery would relate to this particular one...if you could pin it on him that is. But for now the big cat kept walking - a bit slow so his little house cat could keep up with him as he was all smiles. It would be good to have a proper meal and restock his rations after two days of camping out in this chilly land. Not to mention a real bed...he closed his eyes a little at this and sighed happily as he turned the corner to head over the drawbridge to make up to the gates. But as he started to walk over the wood he opened his eyes again and noticed several things that worried him.

The first visible thing was the guards by the gate. This would have been normal had there just been two seated on each side of the gate to make sure bandits didn't get in. But in front of these gates there were now four, two standing where Teuil expected them to be but two more had just come out from the interior of the city and were now standing shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the gate glaring at him and something directly across from them. Looking over at that side the Khajiit gasped a little as he spotted a young Khajiit huddled in between two sets of stonework in what looked to be no more than rags clutching a piece of obviously stale bread. That was certainly unexpected...

Ignoring the guards for now Teuil, as well as his small cat companion, quickly jogged over to the young Khajiit and crouched beside him as the young kid looked up at him and tried to smile but his head eventually fell back to his chest as he continued to shiver. It was turning out to be a nice day in Skyrim for once, and Teuil had removed his cloak and just kept his thick blue jacket on as he walked from the forest to this big settlement, so he quickly took out the cloak again and wrapped it around the youngin, squeezing his shoulders a little as he nodded and smiled at him before turning to the guards.

"Friends! This young one is in trouble, can you get some warm soup, please?"

"No."

"What...This one has to ask why?"

"You Khajiit aren't allowed in the city and we're not going to help you - buncha thieves."

Teuil could barely believe his now quivering ears as he guessed that this boy had been out here for the entire night, fully in range of the guards by their fires, and been kept from them. Just managing to stop himself flattening his ears and growling he turned back to the young Khajiit and smiled as the small house cat mewed quietly and hopped up into the youngins lap to provide some warmth as Teuil made sure the cloak was as secure as he could make it before he just removed his backpack and set it beside him. So that's why the guards were there...to keep me out as well as this helpless one...

The smaller Khajiit finally looked up at him and managed a full smile this time as he held the cloak rightly around him and tried to speak before Teuil shushed him and patted his ears.

"Rest now Brother, think of the Warm Sands. I've got some proper food for you and I'll stick by you until you are ready."

They both nodded at each other as the cat in the lap mewed again and stood up to nuzzle the younger Khajiits nose before curling up again. Teuil taking out his bedroll and laying it over the boys legs, taking special care to make sure his feet were covered, before he started to get the last of his rations out.

The guards weren't phased by this at all as the four of them kept watching, making sure the cats, no matter how young and weak, weren't to get in.

(Ridin the feels train, cho choo;

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[Llau]

Haari Asmundr
Nord warrior/wanderer
Arriving at Whiterun


The fur-hooded figure, armed to the teeth, and looking like he has been traveling on foot for the past week, headed up the road, and then stopped at the drawbridge. He breathed in the air, but was actually smelling the air. Something smelled different from the last time he was here well over a month ago. Khajiits, but not the caravan who camped just outside the city that he always bought and sold things to them. He never minded their kind, same with anyone else who wasn't a Nord, but he figured these new ones tried to get in, but found themselves being told they weren't able to. He could hear one of them talking to the other with his acute hearing, and then asking the guards to bring some soup for the little one, but to no avail. No one cared to help them. Frowning slightly, he held the middle of his hood when I gust of wind nearly pushed it off of his head, to keep it from revealing his icy blue eyes that glowed slightly. Like the Khajiit, werewolves weren't welcomed with open arms either; a fear that was understandable since many werewolves gave the ones who were like him a terrible reputation by killing innocent people. He, on the other hand, went after vampires and law breakers when he needed to feed.

He breathed in and sighed, and continued onward after whistling a little to get the dire wolf with white fur, Chumpkins, to follow him. The creature barked a little and followed his master by the Nord's side. Haari glanced at the guards, noticing that they were mostly keeping an eye on the two Khajiits across from where they were. He slowed to a stop, and stood there for a moment as he eyed the two, and then headed over to them. 

"Need anything?" He asked Ji'Dar'Teuil. "I can get some good hot soup in the Bannared Mare, and bring it out for the little one, and maybe one for you, too if you wish. What kind do you two like? Beef, potato, vegetable, clam...? They are all excellent." He smiled warmly.

Chumpkins let out a low whine, and a couple of barks as he looked up at his master, causing the Nord to look down at him. "What, are you hungry, too?" The dire wolf growled a little and barked again. "Go, hunt." Chumpkins growled and let out some more barks before scampering off to hunt for some food. He watched his companion leave before returning his attention down at the Khajiits with a sigh. 

"Sorry about that..."

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Malbard Setlus
Breton Spellsword
Was leaving Whiterun

    The market-square was already flooded with potential customers again as he walked his way around the cowards. His hood covering his eyes and the starting wrinkles showing old age. His beard hanging before him, slightly moving to his side as the wind blew, he was making a bee line for the gate. His business finished in Whiterun the day before. Though to much delay, he could not leave until today, as the guards had been questioning him on some of his actions.

    The previous day he had arrived in Whiterun, the guards surprised at the sight of what looked like a man in his late 50s (remember big long gray beard) carrying a pack along with a sword walk through the gates with the spark of a young nord. Of Course Malbard was in his late thirties, and had been here to buy some more food and sharpen his sword. A habit his father had taught him, even if he never used the blade, He considered it important to have it ready for fighting.

    As he walked through the marketplace though, a fight between an argonain warrior and some guards had broken out, and the guards were losing bad. Sneaking up from behind, Malbard had struck the lizard in the back of his head and knocked him out, using a sword that one of the guards had dropped, and was asked questions throughout the night about his reasons for being in Whiterun and such. Eventually the guards grew bored of bothering the Spellsword and released him. Delaying him by a day's travel as the blacksmith has shut her doors for the night, and his blade was still there.

    I'm lucky she opens up early and I can be out of here. As he stepped through the slightly open gate, and immediately stepped into the back of a guard. Caught by surprised, the guard fell foward well Malbard stood in shock. The sight of a nord and two khajits ahead of him though absorbed all his attention as he stepped over to help, as he heard talk of food for a starving one.

    "I just bought some fresh food, I can spare some for the little one. I have plenty for myself." Kneeling down beside the little one, he muttered some words and a small ball of fire formed in his hands. "I can also get a fire going if needed."


(XP Mamma said knock you out Beta, So I knocked you out XD)

    

    

[RiddL]

Do Therrir Dro'ashi
Nomadic Warrior
Preparing for a camp outside of Whiterun

Therrir had just set up his tent and Herlin had started a fire when his ears picked up a small sound. The sound of a young Khajiit being denied food. He got to his feet and investigated just as a guard started to move on his camp. Possibly trying to steal from the large Khajiit warrior or telling him to get lost, either way the guard was not going to be happy with him. 

"Leave or I will have you in chains and all of your items confiscated." The guard said and Therrir just kept on walking, ignoring him. The guard drew his sword and said "Leave now you stupid cat!" Therrir stopped and stared at the guard, who gripped his sword. Herlin looked at the guard in a sympathetic look "You shouldn't have done that" He said with a small cackle. The guard paused, and slightly dropped his guard, just as Therrir grabbed the guards face and brutally smashed him face first into the ground, smashing his nose and possibly killing him. Herlin rushed over and started to hide the body "Told you friend, you made my friend angry" He said dragging the body out of site and hiding him in a small cess pit made for any travelers who were denied access to Whiterun. 

Therrir walked over to the a small group and indicated to the Khajiit, Nord and Breton. "No need for that Breton friend" Therrir said in his native tongue and Herlin repeated it, "We have set up a camp and will happily accommodate you all if need be" Therrir pointed back to his small camp that could be made bigger in minutes to accommodate them all. Therrir looked at Herlin, "Start cooking, I will go hunting for more meat tomorrow" Therrir said, Herlin got to his feet and moved back to the camp. He tapped his chest to gesture to himself "Do Therrir Dro'ashi" He looked at the two Khajiit and smiled "I have not seen my own kind for nearly a year, I am happy to help you in any way possible, Including supplies young ones"

[Faclan]

Ji'Dar'Teuil - Khajiit Traveler Possibly soon to be prisoner.
By Jode and Jone...

Once the youngster was fully wrapped up Teuil took out some dried meat and offered it to him as he mvoes to sit beside him, the younger Khajiit petting the cat in his lap as he took the meat and started to slowly eat it. Teuil frowned as it was clear that he was weak if he could just barely eat. The younger Khajiit taking the nearly empty water skin as Teuil offered that as well. Patting his shoulders again he sighed a bit as he sat back against the wall beside the youngin. This would definitely put a dampener on plans if he wasn't allowed in any city...Living off the land would only go so far and if he was in trouble he would have no-where to go. Maybe he could find his old caravan again, try to make it back to Elswer with them - he would try to take the boy along as well as staying in this land was clearly not an option. The Youngin looked up as he nibbled and whispered that his name was Pelas, to which Teuil replied with his full name and then smiled. But he then caught a odd scent which made him look back up.

He looked up however when the scent of a wolf moved up the road...well a wolf and something that smelled like a wolf. Turning to face this he saw a Senche size wolf and a Nord walking up. SKAWAII-DESUing a little closer to the other Khajiit he watched the Nord carefully, not knowing what to expect of the Nord guards didn't let him or the boy in. Maybe he would try to take a swing at them - not to mention the wolf looked like it could eat the two smaller cats here if it wanted. The House cat hissed quietly and shrinked away but it was comfortably held by the young Khajiit as the two newcomers approached.

When the Nord stopped in front of them, Teuil spotting the glowing eyes since he was seated, he was pleasantly surprised when the Nord offered to get them some food. He was slightly put off by the large wolf and the glowing eyes, his mind starting to trickle in legends he had heard about Skyrim, but right now he wouldn't look down this gift sugar...

"Thank you kind Friend - any of those sound nice if you could acquire them for Pelas and only get more for myself as well if you can. I've only recently arrived here so I wasn't aware of this...relationship your people seem to have with mine - or else I would have packed some more." He tried to smile as Pelas finished off the meat and resumed petting the small cat as a Breton burst out of the gate and also offered assistance in getting food.

"Thank you as well, perhaps the both of you can help perhaps convince the guards to let us in if you are willing to he..." Was as far as he got before shouts erupted from the top of the walls as a Senche-Raht stalked up the road, screams of Officer down being called out as the guards at the gates drew weapons as it sounded like more of them were assembling behind the gate. Wrapping a arm around Pelas's shoulders protectively he sighed a little and frowned as he looked at the large Senche-Raht.

"Well done Sugar Brain...We're likely going to be executed now for Lighting the Cane Field(Poking the hornets nest equivalent)." He muttered in Ta'agra as he waited to see what befell them all for that...

(I do believe BZRK just started BetaW's prisoner plan P:)

[BetaWülf]

Tyranos

Tyranos strolled casually down the steps from Dragonsreach towards the city below, he was interested to learn more about Skyrim, and if all its peoples were as stubborn as the Nords or if they were a special case of rock brains. Regardless, he decided to get some food. He approached an Elf who was selling meat, and took a deep whiff to get an idea of what was for sale, his tongue flicking out then retreating back in repeatedly. He stood at the stall for a moment before forking over five Septims for some cooked beef. He then bought a steel dagger from an old woman in the next stall over, then started carving off chunks of his beef to devour as he walked through the town. A trio of children ran past and asked if he could play.

"Sorry young ones, but I have work I must do, maybe later" Tyranos said with a shrug before the children ran off to continue their game.

Tyranos stopped at the blacksmiths to get his new knife sharpened but his attention was caught when several guards rushed past saying something about Khajiit at the gate. Tyranos was curious but didn't want to run out to see a bunch of feline bandits or something so instead he climbed up the wall and hopped onto the not so arched archway above the gate. He looked over to see two Khajiit huddled together with what appeared to be a regular house cat, the younger of the two Khajiit was not but a boy and looked half frozen and starved. Then their was a Breton, Tyranos didn't like him but didn't know why, made the bump on the back of his head bother him when he looked at the man. Then there was a Nord, kind of had a mysterious edge to him, Tyranos thought he smelled like a dog but didn't mind(the reptilian sense of smell is extremely keen even from a distance). Then he noticed the absolutely massive Khajiit walking up towards the gate and the guards running out with weapons drawn.

"Well shit, here goes nothing" Tyranos said.

He then took a running leap from the top of the wall and aimed for the group of guards bearing down on the small group of travelers. He landed smack dab in the middle of the guards and knocked them all to the ground but his momentum sent him rolling into the wall beside the Khajiit, knocking the wind out of him though he bet the guards were worse off having a large Argonian bounce off them. He pushed himself up to his feet as he was regaining his breath before huffing a sentence out to the group.

"I... suggest we... run... or fight" Tyranos said to everyone.

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Malbard was surprised how events were turning. First I help dispatch a lizard, then I get arrested and now I'm helping a bunch of Khajit's  and a Strange Nord. What worried Mal was what he was feeling from the Nord, he had some form of strong enchantment on him, that he never felt before. This magic is different from the blessings of the standing stones, I'll have to be on alert around him.

"I see, I can get a fir-"

He was cut of by the sounds of guards and the distinct sound of swords rubbing against their sheathes, and the creeks of bowstrings. He turned to face the gates as a massive Khajit showed up and began to speak in it's native tongue, though Malbard ignored them as he began to mutter a few words, and two purple spheres of magicka appeared in his hand. He lashed out with them and two Flame Atronachs appeared, spinning their way around him. Though he was caught off guard by the next thing he saw. The Argonain from the day before, leaping over the wall to help them and taking three guards out at the same time. 

"I agree that we need to do something, though I'd prefer to not fight the guards of this Hold." He commanded the Atronachs to keep spinning around him, using them to intimidate the guard. "I believe my Atronachs can buy us a few minutes to get away from the cit-" 

His words were cut short as an arrow flew by him, striking one of the Atronachs. Embers and sparks flying into his robes and searing spots in the fabric. The Atronach screamed in anger as fireballs filled it's hand, it's sister performing the same action, the guards now coward behind the walls of the gate arch. "I think we should run before we are forced to fight them."

[RiddL]

Therrir looked at the entire group discussing an escape when he charged away from the city, toppling over a small squad of guards and creating a small escape path. He motioned for everyone to move the way he had created, which in turn would lead west, towards Bleakwind Basin. He looked towards where Herlin was hiding and yelled loudly "Come on then" in Ta'agra.

Another guard came from hiding from behind a rock, alone, and saw Therrir standing there. The guard gave a small yell and Therrir picked up a shield dropped by one of the guard and threw it at the guard, Frisbee style, the shield flew towards the guard and caught his leg. Causing a loud snap at the bone broke and pierced the skin, dropping the guard and leaving him seriously injured. All other opposition went around Therrir and tried to regroup with their brothers-in-arms.

An arrow whistled past Therrir and the big Khajiit reacted accordingly. He jumped for cover behind a wagon waited for the others to start retreating.

[Faclan]

Ji'Dar'Teuil - Khajiit sprinter.
Runnnnnnning!

It sure did not take long at all for the situation to very swiftly detorate, with these fools seemingly getting the entire garrison of Nord Whiterun guards ire as they started to make their way out to them. The house cat seemed to sense the imment danger and quickly hopped back into the backpack that was still on the ground as Teuil quickly threw it back over his shoulder as he looked from Pelas to the gate and the rapidly approaching guards as he grunted and helped the youngin to his feet, seeing that he wouldn't be able to run quickly in his current state. Rather Pelas held the cloak and bedroll he had been wrapped in as he tried to gather himself for what running he could do. He looked scared, and Teuil was as well, all these Nords that weren't willing to give any kind of food to them would likely say they resisted arrest and just kill them. But he needed to put a strong face on for Pelas to try to keep him moving as he looked a last time at the gate and the approaching guards.

He noticed a few tall warriors approach, two of the older looking members armored in grey armor with some motifs on them (Companions and two Circle members). They weren't coming as quick as the guards were, but they did have their weapons out and Teuil assumed that they would show as little mercy as the guards as he took a few deep breaths and quickly bolted away with Pelas as fast as they could go, the three smaller cats running past the Senche-Raht and out toward the forest.

Once out of close range Teuil had to slow down as he hoisted up Pelas since he could no longer run and then kept going. He didn't look back as he didn't want to know if the guards were chasing him, mostly narrowing his eyes and sucking in deep breaths as he tried to make it past the farms and away from the very angry town.

[Llau]

Haari Asmundr
Nord warrior/wanderer
Slightly annoyed...


Helping someone in need was one thing, but when the other travelers arrived, he swore under his breath when the others were clearly troublemakers. Not that he minded, as he was a bit of a troublemaker himself, but he often did it discreetly, and not in front of the guards. For a moment, he closed his eyes and clenched his hands tightly into fists, and then sighed as he relaxed his hands at his sides. Such needless trouble annoyed him, but his mother and father would probably tell him, 'Fate has a way in letting people meet, no matter how strange or bad it is.', which can be true considering the few people who he has met in his past. So maybe...this wonderful group he has encountered has been brought together by fate? 

An arrow flew toward his head, but the Nord grabbed it quickly before the arrowhead could pierce his skull. He stood there, staring at the sharp point that was only half-an-inch from his eye, and then he fixed his eyes on the archer who was perched on the city's wall, looking back down at them. The guard slowly lowered his bow and stared back in shock and fear at seeing what the other Nord just did. While looking at the archer, Haari snapped the arrow in two, and casually let it drop to the ground. Catching one arrow was easy for him, but it wasn't like he could catch every single arrow that flies at him from multiple combatants. He'd rather not tempt death, nor did he not want to be injured and thrown into Whiterun's dungeon for who knows how long. The guards wouldn't care if he wasn't with the troublemakers or not, even if he was a fellow Nord. 

He needed to stay discreet...having everyone find out that he was a werewolf, would cause problems, with the possibility of him losing his head. He'd very much would like to keep his head, no matter what. Running away was the best option for him...and the others. 

"Looks like I won't be showing my face around here for a while..." he muttered. 

Haari jumped over the wall and some large rocks to get away faster, landing with a roll to lessen the impact, and then sprinted off with the others. His dire wolf will eventually find him, possibly with some food the Nord can cook when they finally can make camp. Some hot tea would be nice as well. He slowed down to gather up some of the ingredients that would help warm any of them up if they wanted to have something else to drink other than water or ale. The ingredient gathering was also a good way to make sure none of the guards were chasing them; fortunately, none were. 

"For the boy's sake, we should rest and make camp," Haari suggested. "None of those guards will bother us out here. As long as we don't go near Whiterun and other villages in the Hold, then we should be fine."

[BetaWülf]

Tyranos
Going off the rails on a crazy traaaiiinnn!!!

Tyranos whilst standing from his daring rescue lifted his head to suggest a plan of battle but only found a trail of dust from the people he'd just saved. The first guard that attacked him was sidestepped and slammed into the wall and his shield ripped off his arm, Tyranos used the shields edge to bash another guard in the visor of his helmet and took that ones shield too. He spun in a full circle and the first shield flew from his arm and knocked a hole in the line of guards while the second shield was used to slide down the wall and landing in the mud. Tyranos was springy, though, and swiftly ran away as if his ass was afire.

He had followed the rest of the group but as he ran but an arrow flew towards and imbedded itself in his arm, causing Tyranos to spin in a circle before tripping over a log and landing in the stream just outside the city. He crawled out of the stream before continuing running after the others, clutching his left arm in his right hand as he did so.

He finally caught up to the group and skidded to a stop, leaning against a tree and pulling the arrow out. His skin quickly started to move, closing the wound up relatively quickly. He slumped to the ground at the base of the tree and looked at the group, not a very... reliable bunch he decided. He flicked his tongue out repeatedly, the forked blue protrusion taking in scents of everyone, the Nord smelled off to Tyranos but didn't they all smell odd?

[Faclan]

Ji'Dar'Teuil - Exhausted Khajiit.
Taking each small victory.

Fear was a nice motivator to keep running and right now he had plenty of that as Pelas, who himself was breathing heavily in his weak state, told him that they were being chased. Grunting Teuil did what he could to pick up the pace as much as he could without tripping. Pelas may have been lighter than a normal boy of his age but it was still a good bit of weight to try and run with. But the fear and desire to keep Pelas safe kept him going until he made it the forest and went a few more feet until the tree cover was alright before he set Pelas down and collapsed. Sucking in great breaths the house cat tumbled out of his backpack as well and mewed in concern as he sat by Teuils head and lightly put a paw on his nose. Pelas held the larger Khajiits tail and asked if he was ok and if there was anything he could do to help? Teuil just asked for water and sipped at it when Pelas got some for him, then reminded him that the chaser had caught up to them. Sighing Teu turned to look at them and expected to be about to get a sword in the throat.

He was pleasantly surprised to see the Nord that had been willing to help them had followed and the leaping Argonian was there too. Better than Guards right now and that was all that mattered. Pelas had been correct however, they were being followed - he just hadn't said it wasn't guards - but he didn't blame him as he sipped at his water again and pulled himself into a seated position against a tree. He tried to speak but only coughed a little and just took another small drink before just smiling at the Nord and Argonian, petting the small cat and patting Pelas on the shoulder as he sat there watching their followers.

(Kitty cuddles :> - good first impressions so far for everyone XD.)

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Malbard 
Breton Spellsword
Covering the escape

As the others fled behind him, Malbard decided that someone had to lag behind slightly to cover the escape. His Atronachs already irritated by the arrows that have been fired, he could barely keep them under control. A quick smirk formed on his face, his hand reached up and he shouted something in old nord. The Atrnonachs screamed and charged at the line of Hold guards, throwing fireballs into the group, and setting guards aflame. Their screams satisfying Mal as he turned around and hopped the wall.

He landed on his feet and started to run, The khajit still visible for a split second, he ran towards the same patch of forest. Hoping they were still there, Mal sheathe his sword so he could run faster and leaped into the underbrush. Relief filled him when he smelled sweaty fur and nord breath.

[RiddL]

Do Therrir Dro'ashi

Running and following his nose

Therrir ran after the entire group and could smell the sweat that emanated from them all, he dropped to all fours and ran at full speed, which would have put him at contest with a galloping horse. He pushed through all the trees and felt a sharp pain erupt from his back and kept moving until he collided with an Argonian and stopped dead in his tracks. He got back on two legs and offered his hand to the Lizard to pull him up while using the other to pluck the arrow from his back, which tore away painfully.

Herlin rushed up to him and said in a dangerous voice "Well now you've done it haven't you, all of bloody Whiterun will keep an eye out for you and put your head on a pike, and you brought all of these people with you into this bloody predicament." He finished angrily, Therrir looked up and breathed in deeply, "What are your names travelers? I am sorry for getting you all into this situation but I will try to rectify it if I can" Therrir said to which Herlin angrily translated.

[Faclan]

Ji'Dar'Teuil - Exhausted Khajiit.
Praying to Alkosh...

Still seated against the tree Teuil kept trying to get his breath back but it was hard for a variety of reasons; for one he was still exhausted so that was a big one, but there was also the worry that the ones that had caught up with them so far would turn and stab them, then there was the overall worry that the guards would pursue them even though they were outside the city limits, and finally there was the screams from said guards as more of them were cut down. Could these people not just leave well enough alone? All those guards would have friends who would be out for their blood now...They, meaning him and Pelas - maybe that nice Nord and his wolf, would need to get away from Whiterun fast and not stop till they found his old caravan and leave this damn snow filled land of hate.

Grunting he slipped his nearly empty water skin back in his back before tapping his moon amulet and offering a prayer to the Khajiit pantheon that at least Pelas would survive this - the boy deserved some good luck after all this. Camp would be a good idea but over half of the assembled individuals here he didn't want to camp with after all the murder they had just done. Then again he couldn't very well stop them if they hung around and decided to follow. They all seemed to be more of a fighter than he, especially that Senche, all he could try to do really was try to keep Pelas and the house cat safe. Reaching up he gripped a branch and pulled himself to his feet as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, after making sure the house cat was comfortable in it, and then took Pelas's hand and nodded at the assembled as he sighed a bit with most of his breath back.

"After all of that killing this one thinks it would be best if we didn't stick together," hopefully a good sideways way to say he didn't want to be around these sugar brains. "The Guards could find us easier that way...we're heading toward the road to Markarth (Good action city), where this ones Caravan was headed so we can hopefully meet back up and leave Skyrim."

[RiddL]

Do Therrir Dro'ashi
Nomadic Warrior
Knows of a place they may meet.

Therrir looked at the young Khajiit, "If we are to meet in Markarth, I suggest we meet in the abandoned house that noone dares enter. We won't be followed in and we will leave Skyrim from there." He said as Herlin translated it into the native tongue.

Therrir dropped to all fours and looked at the young Khajiit, "I will take you to Markath if you wish. It will be quicker if you wish to reach your location in a shorter time." He proposed.