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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 10:46 am
│(DAHLEE)│  ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
The blood, it was everywhere. That's all she could see. Dahlee covered her muzzle with her paw, her eyes watering. She had heard of this monster, he called himself the Exterminator, but she never thought he would come here, to Riften. They were the only Khajiit household in the area, so she was sure he would come for her- soon. Especially with the note to prove it... Her ears folded back as she felt a few tears roll down her fur, and she quickly ran out of the little house. She ran until she got closer to the gates, and leaned on a tree. She took a few gasping breaths, trying to calm herself down. She was so sure she'd be safe here until she moved to Falkreath, but it looked like that wasn't the case. She would have to see if the Jarl would help. After composing herself, she walked back into the city and made her way to the Jarl's palace. It didn't take long to figure out the Jarl didn't care to help with this matter- the Khajiit would have to fend for themselves. If they wanted to survive in Skyrim, they had to prove they were capable of it.
Dahlee felt like someone had driven a dagger into her chest. She walked quietly to the Inn, and spoke with the inn keeper about the problem. The argonian gave her the advice to hire a mercenary or someone from the Theive's Guild to help her to Windhelm to speak with Ulfric Stormcloak- he would help, he was sure of it. But since th regular mercenary in the area were hired for the time being, she'd have to find someone from the Ratway. Dahlee thanked him for his advice, and he gave her a pouch of coin to help with the costs. With that, she made her way to the Ratway.
She hated damp spaces and even more so hated the Theive's Guild. But, she had no choice. She needed help, and these people might help her. She made her way to the Ragged Flaggon, taking a deep breath and opening the door. Inside she found a group of people talking, drinking and eating, some discussing contracts they had, and other discussing treasure they found. The khajiit's ears folded back as she timidly made her way to the Barkeep, and with a deep breath, spoke to him. "Dahlee is looking for someone who would take her to Windhelm," she said, speaking in third person. It seemed most Khajiit did that, and she was no different. Her paw reached for the purse of gold she had, and put it on the bar. "Dahlee is willing to pay for their troubles," she added. The bartender suggested talking to Álfífa, she was the best person for the job. She turned around and looked over the people. "Is there an Álfífa here that Dahlee may speak to?"
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
Occ: If she's not there I'll just have someone say where to find her
Loction: The Ratway
With: the Theive's Guild
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 5:01 pm
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: The Ratway xx STATUS: Curious xx COMPANY: A Khajiit and other thieves xxxÁlfífa grinned from ear to ear as the thieves around her started laughing. "You're shittin' me!" Thrynn chortled, almost spitting out his ale as he slapped her on the back. Álfífa brushed his hand away, still grinning, "No, I'm not. They guards ran right past me in nothing but their small clothes. They never thought to question why a "pretty little thing" like me was standing outside the gates at midnight." Another round of laughter went up; Álfífa leaned back in her chair, balancing on two legs. She took the offered mead, taking a swig as another thief started a rousing tale of his last exploits. She loved being a thief. She had plenty of shiny, expensive items hidden on her farm, gold lining her pockets, all the adrenaline rushes she could ask for, and she got to work with some of the most attractively dirty men and women she had seen in a while. What more could a Boiche ask for? They didn't even raise an eyebrow when she "cleaned up" the corpses after a botched job.
xxxShe was so happy she had arrived in Riften once she was free of the Dominion. The years in the army had been worse than anything a Boiche could ever think of. Each and every order given was like a rusty spoon shoved right behind her eyeball. It was all she could do to just walk away once she was free; Álfífa had so wanted to make a pincushion out of her "commanding officer". Just thinking of the uptight, prissy, "High Elves" made her brown wrinkle unattractively and her lips form into a frown. Álfífa took a long gulp of mead to get the taste of hate out of her mouth. 'High Elves? What makes them so high and mighty? I'd like to knock them down a peg...' The only redeeming factor she could find in the Dominion, was that they had backed Maven Black-Briar during the Civil War. Now the matron was struggling to keep her hold on the Thieves' town, but the Guild was more prosperous than ever. She took another swig of her mead, before placing the tankard on the table and leaning back a bit more, her arms behind her head. She was completely zoned out and not paying attention to her fellow thieves, at least their conversations, she knew where their hands were.
xxxJust as she started to hum and old sleeping song her parents whispered during the wolf's hour - 'Night falls, day's felled. The farewell tale is told...' - she heard someone call out her name. "Is there an Álfífa here that Dahlee may speak to?" Her chair hit the floor with a thwack!, louder than she intended, but it got the Khajiit's attention. Álfífa rose from her chair fluidly, with a grace that could only be inborn in one of the Mer, and turned to face the Khajiit, "I am Álfífa of Arenthia. How may a humble thief, such as myself, do for one such as you?" She was laying it on thick for the benefit of her peers. They caught on to it easily enough and, those who were drunk enough, dissolved into fits of laughter. Álfífa flicked her long flame-kissed hair over her shoulder, using the movement to glance back at the giggling mass of "professional" thieves. She smirked at their reaction, turning back to the Khajiit before her. Álfífa wondered if the feline would take offense to her antics, but if she did, she obviously didn't need Álfífa's particular talents.
██ ▌ ❝ Thief ❞_▐
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 5:35 pm
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
Dahlee was a bit startled at the loud sound, looking at the elf as she slammed her chair on the floor. She was pretty, with red hair... Red was Dahlee's favorite color, it reminded her of the sands in Elsweyr. Her ears relaxed a bit from their folded back position as she watched the woman come closer. The flirting caught her by surprise, and she simply stared at the elf before stuttering for a moment. She took a moment to steady her nerves and speak again. "Dahlee is in need of protection and guidance to Windhelm," the khajiit said. She fiddled with her paws a bit as she tried to think of what to say next.
"Khajiit came home from work at the inn to find her friends killed. The Exterminator has marked Dahlee as his next victim, and Jarl Laila Law-Giver will not offer aid to this Khajiit. Dahlee must seek help from Ulfric Stormcloak." She looked at the theif in front of her for a moment before holding out the sack of gold. "This Khajiit is willing to pay of course, five hundred coin for your troubles." She shifted a bit on her feet, unsure of how Alfifa would respond. She was hoping- praying- that she would accept the job. "If complications happen, Dahlee will pay accordingly," she said, hoping it would sweeten the deal. She was even willing to give the girl the last of her Skooma if she needed to. Anything to get an escort to Windhelm.
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
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Loction: Ratway
With: Alfifa and other thieves
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 7:04 pm
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: The Ratway xx STATUS: Willing xx COMPANY: Dhalee and the other thieves xxxÁlfífa raised an eyebrow when Dhalee explained just why she needed help. 'She needs a thief to act as a bodyguard?' She was just about to let the Khajiit down easily - perhaps with a bit more flirting - when Dhalee continued with her explanation. Álfífa could practically feel her blood run cold at the bloody picture the woman painted. She was so focused on the Khajiit that Álfífa didn't even notice the lack of laughter, or even whispering, from the rest of the Ratway. None of the thieves enjoyed violence - Álfífa would never kill another humanoid just to satisfy the Green Pact - so the brutality of the murders had dwindled the typical noises of the Thieves' Guild to nothing. One didn't need elfin ears to hear a pin drop at that point. Frowning, Álfífa stepped toward Dhalee. She wrapped her hands around Dhalee's paws and the pouch of gold. With gentleness that spoke to her ability to pick even the most difficult lock, Álfífa pressed the pouch back to Dhalee.
xxxShe stepped back, placing her hand over her breast, emulating the salutes of the Nords she had spent years around, "Dear Rielle, you offer too much." She bowed slightly to the Khajiit woman, rising with a determined look on her face, "I would go to Aldmerisel and back to stop such violence from happening." Álfífa couldn't believe Jarl Lalia would allow such crime to continue; she cracked down hard enough on the skooma trade and the Thieves' Guild. 'But apparently murder of non-Nords is perfectly fine.' The Jarl would certainly be missing some rather expensive or sentimental items once Álfífa returned from Windhelm - items which would either fund a search for the killer (thieves run, of course), or serve as blackmail to make the Jarl get the search started. Álfífa couldn't stand injustice like that! At least Ulfric dealt with murders; he may not like Dunmer, but he'd take notice if they started dying.
xxxBefore Álfífa could say more, Dirge spoke up, "Looks like our little Fia's found her new charity case." A few of the others let soft chuckles escape and noise returned to the Ratway. Álfífa stuck her tongue out at the muscle-bound Nord, grateful for the distraction the others needed. She turned back to Dhalee, "Ignore him. He's just jealous I get to have such a lovely travel companion." She moved passed the Khajiit and motioned for her to follow. Álfífa led Dhalee to the far side of the Ratway, where most of the others would have to really try to hear them if they whispered. Taking a seat on one of the barrels, she spoke, "I hope he didn't bother you. I'm pretty well known in the Guild for helping people who really need it for next to nothing." She ran her and through her hair, as if embarrassed, "Last time it was a couple of kids who got separated from their parents on their way through Brittleshins Pass... They were almost vampire fodder." She didn't like thinking about what almost happened to those kids; she didn't like thinking about what might happen to Dhalee if she didn't help.
██ ▌ ❝ Thief ❞_▐
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 8:32 am
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
Her response was what the Khajiit was looking for, so she gave the woman a gracious smile. She didn't even bat an eye when someone called out. Dahlee didn't really care about what he said- she was used to taunts and people being that way, especially at her own expense. She just needed a bit of help, just to Windhelm. She followed Alfifa and listened to what she was saying, nodding a bit. "It is okay, this Khajiit has seen more than her fair share of taunts. It is nothing new," she said confidently before letting her finish speaking. "Well, it is good to see someone who is willing to help those who need it. Truly a rare sight."
Alfifa awed Dahlee. She had never met someone who was willing to go out of their way to help someone, even without money. It was a rare thing indeed, and almost unrealistic. After a moment she pulled herself together and started to speak again. "Dahlee has enough money. This, and some hidden in my home. This Khajiit has been saving her coin in hopes to one day see Falkreath once more," she said, almost a dreamy look in her eyes. She then looked down at her feet. "But first, Dahlee must honor her friends. When would Alfifa be prepared to leave," she asked. She hoped it would be soon, maybe even just after she buries her friends. The Hall of the Dead only accepted residents of the Rift, citizens- and her people where not considered part of the population, since they traveled a lot and most of them came and went as they please. So, she'd have to bury them behind the house, and see what was left. She should have her savings hidden still, she had left so quickly when she had gotten home she didn't even look to see what had been taken.
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
Occ:
Loction: Ratway
With: Alfifa ; Other Thieves
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 4:56 pm
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: The Ratway xx STATUS: Curious xx COMPANY: Dahlee and other thieves xxxÁlfífa smiled, a bit embarrassed by Dahlee calling what she did a "rare sight". While the others always teased her about helping out, Álfífa was also sure they all did a few little things as well. No one ever spoke about it, and perhaps she was the most vocal about it, but Álfífa had seen Delvin slip coins into Maramal's pocket whenever he wandered up to the surface. Rune had a soft spot for the orphans and whenever he scored big, the kids would always find some sweet rolls hidden around the orphanage; with Grelod mysteriously busy. Still, Álfífa knew Skyrim was a hard country; it wasn't surprising that the thieves were some of the only ones looking out for those down on their luck - luck was always a big part of what a thief did.
xxxShe listened as Dhalee spoke; shaking her head at the mention of money. She had already offered to help the Khajiit for free, but the woman insisted on paying. Well, Álfífa could always hold off on payment until Windhelm, then only ask for enough to cover the cost of supplies and a cart ride back - there was no way she was going to travel through dragon and giant-infested hot springs alone. Once Dhalee asked Álfífa when she would be ready to leave, she rose from her perch and stretched until she felt her back pop. "I can be ready in just a few hours. I'll need to gather my things and pester Elgrim for a potion or two." By pester, Álfífa actually meant - sneak into the shop and relieve the old goat of health potions. It's not that she hated him; he was rather rude to her every time she visited the shop - even before she stole anything. His wife wasn't much better; assuming Álfífa was a thief before she opened her mouth. Elgrim's Elixirs had been her first stop on entering Riften - she didn't even know about the Guild - and she was accused of stealing ingredients within seconds. So, she decided to give truth to their statements ever since.
xxxÁlfífa tapped her chin for a moment, "How about I meet you outside Riften? I'll get everything we need together and you can take your time... with the burial..." Álfífa hoped Dhalee would find that acceptable. While she had no problem with death - it was a part of life - Álfífa never felt comfortable around people who knew those who died. She practiced the venerated cannibalism of the Bosmeri and watching someone bury the dead, instead of taking in their spirit, set her on edge. Still, she wouldn't protest to someone else doing what they needed for their own closure - whether it was burying them in a crypt or lighting them on fire. "Here." She pulled out a Nordic horn, "If you get nervous while outside the walls, or if someone attacks you, blow on this. I'll hear it anywhere in Riften and will come running." It wasn't much, but Álfífa wasn't about to send Dhalee out without some kind of assurance.
██ ▌ ❝ Thief ❞_▐
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 6:55 pm
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
Dahlee gave Alfifa a light smile at the mention of the potion master of the town- she had been insulted before as well, but mainly because most of her kind were thieves, pickpockets- even though she wasn't, he still assumed she was the one who stole a few coins from his pocket when he was in the Bee and the Barb. She continued to listen to Alfifa and her plan, and gave a nod of approval. It sounded good to her, gave her privacy and alone time while Afifa got ready.
The Khajiit looked at the horn and then back at Alfifa. "Dahlee is very grateful," she said softly. "This Khajiit will be waiting for you at the gates." She gave Alfifa one last smile before quickly making her way out of the Ratway and out of the city. The little cottage wasn't too far off the road, so her walk was short. When she got there, she took a deep breath before setting to work cleaning up her friends, putting them in the best outfits they had, and then digging a hole. She was strong, even though she wasn't a fighter, and fast, which made the digging easier. Soon she had a rectangular hole with her friends carefully laid out in it. Taking her last skooma potion, she poured it over her friends and then lit the liquid on fire. She tossed in some of the blood covered clothes and items from the house, watching the fire grow.
She didn't wait long before shovelling the dirt over them to quelch the fire. Once Dahlee had done that she went back into the house. She found her hidden stash of money and took it down, thankful it hadn't been stolen, along with a set of Kri'waa's hide armor. He was about her height and weight, and while the fit wasn't great, it would do for protection. All it was was light armor with gauntlets and boots. She grabbed her pack and put some food in it, along with any valuables and potions left. There wasn't much left, even her special locket was gone. Her ears folded back as she saw the chain of the locket, but not the locket itself. With a heavy heart she left the cottage, locking the door behind her. Now that Lugar was dead the property was hers, but she didn't have time to clean and fix the place up for other Khajiit to rent out. She had to go.
She made her way back to the gate and waited for Alfifa to show.
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
Occ: You know you're in character when you cry while you're typing and whisper, "My friends..."
Loction: In front of the gate to Riften
With: ~~~~
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 6:47 pm
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: Outside Riften xx STATUS: Ready to Go xx COMPANY: Dahlee xxxÁlfífa nodded, and took a moment to watch the Khajiit leave. Before the door to the Ragged Flagon could creak closed, Álfífa was already making her way back past Dirge. She didn't want to rush too much, as she knew Dahlee would need time to mourn her friends, but she didn't want to take too long either, as that would leave Dhalee open to attack. She opted to use the walk most thieves adopted when they wished to be ignored, but still flee the scene quickly. Her gait was determined, with long strides, but didn't seem any more hurried than a typical shopper. The others just let her be; they knew Álfífa wouldn't be in the mood for much conversation. In just a few short minutes, she was through the hidden door and heading into the Cistern.
xxxOnce inside, Álfífa made a beeline for her bed - the only one by itself, right be the exit to the cemetery. She crouched beside her bed and started rummaging around in her chest. She pulled out a knapsack and packed the few potions she had, as well as some horker jerky - nasty, but would last for ages - and some salt for cooking on the road. In addition, Álfífa placed a bundle of Elven arrowheads, to replace any arrows she lost in one of the side pockets. Switched her Thieves' Guild armor out for her military gear - a set of Bosmer made leather armor, soft leather gloves, a pair of sturdy leather boots, a full cape, and a hood. She secured her quiver on her hip - bursting with Elven arrows. Her Nordics swords were slid into their sheaths along her thighs, and her dagger was slipped into a hidden sheath in her left boot. She pulled her hood up to shield her eyes and shouldered her knapsack, sliding her bow into her quiver.
xxxWith a roll of her shoulders to settle pack, Álfífa slipped up the ladder and out the hidden entrance. It still surprised her how the people of Riften never noticed the thieves creeping through the cemetery in broad daylight, but she supposed they just didn't want to see. She once again took up her "thieves' walk", slipping past the guards wandering about the steps to the Temple of Mara. She weaved through the crowd, until she could slip down into the lower walkways. She entered Elgrim's Elixirs, bracing herself for the usual comments Elgrim and his wife threw her way. She was surprised to hear silence. Álfífa raised an eyebrow and glanced around. There was no sign of Hafjorg or Ingun, or Elgrim for that matter. 'Where are they? The door was unlocked...' As silent as she could be, Álfífa crept through the store, only to come face to face with a sleeping Elgrim. 'Of course. His wife and apprentice are gone; the master will sleep.' Álfífa shrugged, and made her way back to the store front. She didn't know how long it would be before one of the women returned, but she didn't want to be caught. She slipped her pack from her shoulders and quietly placed all the healing potions she could into the available pouches. Just as she shouldered her knapsack, Álfífa heard the door creak. 'Baan Dar curse my luck!' Without a second thought, Álfífa grabbed an invisibility potion off the shelf and downed it. The potion tasted terrible - as all potions tend to - but when she glanced down, Álfífa couldn't see herself.
xxxHafjorg let out a shout and rushed to the back room, leaving the front door wide open. Álfífa grinned and slipped through the doorway, and up the stairs, finding a place to hide between the Bunkhouse and the wall while she waited for the potion to wear off. As she faded back into view, Álfífa breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, that was close. Looks like Brynjolf was right about me being particularly lucky for a thief." She grinned and stood, waltzing out of her hiding spot as if it wasn't unusual for people to hide behind Helga's Bunkhouse. She even offered a cocky wave to the guards on duty as she exited the city. Once outside, Álfífa glanced around, looking for Dahlee. She didn't see the Khajiit, and shrugged. She figured she just got finished earlier than she planned.
xxxÁlfífa took to a quick jog, before swinging herself up into one of the nearby trees. The guards were used to this behavior from her, and it let her watch for Dahlee from a comfortable position. She leaned against the tree trunk and started humming nonsense tunes while she waited. Álfífa didn't have to wait long, as Dahlee appeared at the gate before and hour had passed. With a grin, Álfífa dropped from the tree, landing lightly on her feet. "Dahlee. Over here." Álfífa waved to the Khajiit, before pulling out a map she always kept in her pack - only removing it to look at it. 'I wonder which route she'll want to take...'
██ ▌ ❝ Thief ❞_▐
KarmaJones I feel for you. I've had moments like that. That's just the mark of a good rp'er!
Also, totally just realized I've been spelling "Dahlee" wrong for a few posts... sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 8:24 pm
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
When Alfifa dropped from the tree, the Khajiit gave her a sheepish smile before walking closer to her. She watched as the thief brought out a map. Dahlee looked at it, and pointed out th path she was thinking. "If we took the road from here to Shor's Stone that would be halfway," she contemplated. "Then we take a night's rest there at the Inn, gather supplies if needed and finish the trip." Dahlee looked at Alfifa with a small smile. "What do you think? Dahlee has only been here for a few years, she has much to learn about traveling through Skyrim."
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
Occ: Sorry it's such a short post ><''
Loction: Outside Riften
With: Alfifa
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 6:15 am
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: Outside Riften xx STATUS: Ready to Go xx COMPANY: Dahlee xxxÁlfífa frowned a bit at Dahlee's suggestion, "Shor's Stone is the last village before we enter Eastmarch, but they don't have an inn..." She hoped Dahlee didn't think she was mad at her, Álfífa was just trying to figure out the best course. "I'm sure for the right amount of coin, or labor, they'd put us up for the night." Álfífa didn't travel through Shor's Stone often - normally opting to travel through Helgen (before the Dragon attacks) into Falkreach, or to skirt the edges of the Rift until she reached Treva's Watch. That kept her well away from guards, with plenty of travelers and areas to loot. But, during her travels, Álfífa had found that most farmers didn't mind offering their floor up to travelers who pulled their own weight, or were willing to pay inn prices for a spot by the hearth. "Yes, that will be fine. But I don't think we'll make it to Windhelm in just two days. The weather is unpredictable at the best of times. We'll want to stop at the inn in Kynesgrove - that's really all there is there, but they have good food and warm beds. That would leave us open to reach Windhelm by mid-morning on the third day, if we don't run into problems."
xxxÁlfífa didn't want to explain just what problems she expected. She didn't want to scare Dahlee; the Khajiit had enough worries, but she also knew they could happen. Of course, Álfífa had traveled the breath of Skyrim with only a few wolf pelts to show for her troubles, but Baan Dar's luck had been with her during those months. Since joining the Guild, her luck had dropped considerably - though it was still strong in Riften, it seemed to get worse the farther away she went. It was never enough for her to get caught but she had a harder time finding good loot in a place that had a shadowmark for treasure, or her pick would break at the wrong moment. Even with good luck, Álfífa doubted they'd make it to Shor's Stone without running into wolves, or bandits, or heavens forbid, a dragon!
██ ▌ ❝ Thief ❞_▐
KarmaJones It's ok. Short posts happen.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:15 am
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
Dahlee listened closely and nodded. She had never been to Shor's Stone, and had assumed that they had an inn, since she had never found a place without one. Out of everything that was going on, she was happy about one thing: She got to see more of Skyrim. She had thought of going back to Elswyer, but Skyrim was so beautiful she didn't want to leave. As Alfifa made some correction to her plan she nodded. "That sounds like a good plan," she said and smiled at Alfifa. For some reason, she really liked this elf. The khajiit pulled her pack up onto her shoulder again, and then gave Alfifa a nod. "Are you ready to go," she asked.
One of the good things about Dahlee was that if she could help it, she didn't dally, and she didn't beat around the bush. She was generally straight to the point. She also was optimistic, so even in the bad times she found something good- somehow. Not to mention, she didn't steal things (unless it was skooma) and she was always honest. Dahlee was taught that if you did good, good would happen to you. But now she was wondering if that was true, or just what her parents were taught as well.
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
Occ: ~~~~
Loction: Outside Riften
With: Alfifa
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 6:00 am
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: Outside Riften xx STATUS: Ready to Go xx COMPANY: Dahlee xxxÁlfífa smiled back at Dahlee. She didn't understand how the Khajiit could be this upbeat after what happened to her, but then again perhaps it just helped her deal with it. Álfífa had seen people pretend that the bandit raid that killed their families never happened. You could walk to the farm and hear the farmer say that his wife and children left him, but they'd be back - when she had heard the guards talk about how they had been too late to safe everyone. Álfífa had respect for the Riften guards - something rarely seen in thieves - simply because they did their best in the most isolated hold in Skyrim. Yes, they were rude to thieves and outsiders, and yes, they enjoyed mocking people about sweet rolls and arrow injuries, but she had seen many of them deep in their drinks mourning those they couldn't save. They were people; something many citizens forgot. "Yeah, I'm ready to go."
xxxShe rolled up her map, stuffing it into her pack, before swinging her knapsack around, onto her shoulders. She gave her shoulders a quick roll to settle the weight, "Shall we, Rielle?" Álfífa grinned, forcing her previously morbid thoughts away. She was determined to enjoy this trip for as long as possible - maybe there'd be a few trinkets she could nick without anyone suspecting herself or, heavens forbid, Dahlee. She waited for her companion to start walking before falling in-step beside her - Álfífa refused to do what she had seen bodyguards do: either scout ahead or follow after their charge like lost puppies. The former led thieves and bandits to hang back until the bodyguard was too far ahead - 'They got cocky with it.' She thought - and the latter made them look lost and foolish; possibly with a slit throat while they were too busy watching their employer.
xxxAs they walked along the path through the autumn-hued trees, Álfífa spared a quick glance at the sky. "We should reach Fort Greenwall by midday." It was close enough that bandits probably wouldn't be a problem - they liked smaller towns, especially those just off the beaten path, like Shor's Stone. While Álfífa was perfectly okay with talking throughout the trip, she hoped Dahlee wouldn't mind that she continued to scan the surrounding area. Dahlee's eyes might be better than hers - especially at night - but Álfífa knew what to look for when it came to traps; she had set up enough herself. Not that she ever accosted someone on the road - Álfífa felt that was less thievery and more robbery; which was messier, ended in someone's death (more often than not), and was the domain of lesser thieves than herself. She preferred to slip into someone's house - or the occasional pocket - and take the item from right under their noses; it was much more elegant and personal that way. Plus, no one died that way - not unless they were extremely stupid. "So, have you ever been to Windhelm?"
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 6:23 am
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
As they walked, Dahlee noticed that Alfifa stayed close, not straying ahead or behind. That was something she liked, after all that happened it was nice to be around someone who was companionable. At first they were quiet, both of them looking around but Dahlee was doing so to enjoy the scenery. The sounds were sweet to her, and the smell of the crisp air made her smile. There was no place she'd rather be than outside at night.
When Alfifa asked the Khajiit if she had ever been to Windhelm, she shook her head. "No, this Khajiit has only seen Falkreath, Helgen, Ivarstead and Riften." She smiled at the elf before continuing. "Dahlee came from Elsweyr, where the sands are warm and the people warmer." She had a dreamy look now as she thought back to her homeland. "But opportunities for Dahlee was slim there, so she traveled. Almost gave up too," she said with a nod. "But Valga Vinicia gave this Khajiit encouragement. Dahlee has been saving money for a house down there, so she can prove that Valga was right and Dahlee made it."
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 5:05 pm
█ ██ Álfífa of Arenthia ██ █ ██████████████████████████ LOCATION: Outside Riften xx STATUS: Ready to Go xx COMPANY: Dahlee xxxÁlfífa was surprised that Dahlee hadn't seen more of Skyrim. She was used to the Khajiit caravans traveling the length and breadth of the land. Still, she had known some of the carriage drivers who never saw more than their routes and their homes. Or the local Argonians who never left Riften. "This Valga seems nice." While she wouldn't out right say it, Álfífa imagined that Valga Vinicia would find a lovely new coin purse or necklace the next time Vex or Delvin had a job for her in Falkreach. "It's good that you've seen some of the kindness of Skyrim, though it may be less up North..." While the Rift wasn't kind to Khajiits, Álfífa knew racism was strong in Windhelm. She had seen Nords parade drunkenly through the Grey Quarter, shouting slurs, threats, and brawl challenges to the Dunmer who lived there. She'd also heard them call Khajiit's "rug" and Argonians things like "leather" or "boots". "Windhlem isn't kind to non-Nords." She wasn't sure how, but Bosmer seemed to be exempt from many of the stereotypical comments. Outside of being called "elf", Álfífa hadn't heard anything about being a Bosmer.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:31 am
│(DAHLEE)│ ⁞These sands are cold, but Dahlee feels warmness from your presence⁞
Dahlee smiled a bit at the thought of Valga, but then Alfifa mentioned the cruelness of some of the Nords, especially the ones in Windhelm. She knew all too well, having experienced it herself. She gave a soft sigh as they walked. "Dahlee believes that every person has good in them. It is their own choice to accept it, or deny it." She paused. This was a teaching her mother had taught her since she was a kit, something she always believed in. Dahlee believed in people, in their goodness, but she also recognized that all have free will. And that's where people started to stray. That's where hatred and racism came into the picture, but she strongly believed people could change if they embraced the goodness in their hearts.
⁞May your road lead you to warm sands⁞
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