Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190430225613

"The chief does as the chief wishes. We will not force him out and we will not let you in." The Orc guard said. They stood their ground, though they seemed highly uncomfortable with their choice. As if they were trying to weight the consequences of going through with it or not.

The head guard only reacted when he saw someone behind the Oshcrun. "What, Durzha! You shouldn't be here!"

"You made papa very angry." Said the young she-orc that was standing behind Lamush. Durzha seemed to be 5 years old, but was as tall as a child twice her age should be.

"Sir!" One of the Companions called out to Bodvar.

Bodvar went over to the shield-brother and saw the bodies of the two dead orcs. One partially disintegrated into ash. "Seems we're close to Orc-killers." The Captain stated. "Keep searching!" He ordered to the men. He knelt down and examined the body. ''This must be the work of those Stormhawks. Jofrodr said that they were mages.''

Elisiv was near Kal, helping to search the area. She was walked when she saw something weird in the mountainside. There was a smudge of blood on a rock and when she looked closer she saw that there was in fact a crevasse in the rock as well and the blood was smeared there. "Come look at this!"

The shield-sister slipped in through crevasse and into the hidden mine shaft.

Randagulf's group traveled through the crevasse and the connecting short corridor until they came upon a larger chamber. It was lit up by multiple torches and most importantly was currently the scene of a battle.

A man in an Atmoran Gambeson, steel helmet and wielding a shield and axe was facing down four Orcs. There was another two Orc bodies lying around. The man's armor was covered in dry blood and he seemed to be surrounded by the three Orcs.

One of the Orcs spotted the three Companions and yelled in Orcish to his comrades to alert them to the new intruders. The Orcs didn't immediately go and attack the Companions, as they were weary of the bloodied man. They didn't want to leave an opening for him to attack them as had happened to their two dead kin.

The crates contained camping supplies: furs, cloth, oil, wood, flint, water, dried food. All things you would expect to find in an outpost camp.

Kane let the two finish talking, standing by the doorway.

When Haukon was done speaking with the Steward he left, passing by the Cyrodiilic with a nod. The two had seen each other around the palace since Kane became a Housecarl, but never actually talked to one another.

"Styrson, what do you need of me?" Holma asked him.

Kane approached her desk. "I want to purchase a house in the Stone Quarter." He described it to her.

"Ah, I know the place." She muttered. "Normally we don't sell property to foreigners, but Harald has accepted you as one of his housecarl so I believe an exception can be made. If you have the gold I can sign the house's deed over to you."

Kane nodded and handed her a heavy pouch of gold. "This should be enough."

It took her a few minutes to check. When everything seemed in order she went over to a cabinet and began to look through various papers. Eventually she picked one out and went back to her desk. "Here it is. Now I need only sign over the deed. What was you full name again?"

"Kane Styrson." He replied.

"Kane..." She repeated and waited for him to add something.

"Styrson." He repeated confused.

"Your clan name." She said after a sigh. "Your father's name is not important for the deed."

"Ah, sorry. Silver-Tongue." He replied.

"Silver-Tongue." She wrote it down in the deed and handed him one of the papers. "This is your copy of the deed, don't lose it."

He held it and nodded. It felt really strange to hold that piece of paper. He had never owned property before. This piece of paper represents my ownership of the house... He held it firmly against his chest, over-protectively. It was a feeling that he could hardly describe.