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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Nov 27, 2012 12:47:37 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force  watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Adela! Words: 667
ONE LAST THING: I'm rather pleased with this! Hope it works for you. :3
With a brandy in hand, the bundled form of Senex Gallus trailed out onto the deck of his ship, illuminated only in the moon’s light.
No one would ever mistake Gallus for anything but an Imperial, or at the least, a non-native of Skyrim. Though accustomed to the climate of most of the region, the northern waters of Skyrim could bring a chill to even the most ice-blooded sailors who sailed them. His hand moved to draw the shoulders of his embroidered cloak more closely towards his chest as he carefully paced his steps, knowing each and every board that would creak if he stepped on them in a certain way, in a short walk to the bow of the ship. Outside of the quiet clomps of his boots, the scrape of loose ice floats against the side of the Ardent, and the occasional tone of a passing creature, Gallus walked in silence. The day’s events, consisting of an interesting encounter with a group of rather incompetent pirates who had crashed their ship near the Ardent’s current position, had led to night coming rather quickly and convincing Gallus to let them rest at anchor while the crew slept under the partial warmth of blankets as opposed to becoming entangled in the task of carefully sailing out in the dark and the freezing cold with risk of frostbite or hypothermia. A few hours’ of idleness, considering their successes in ridding Skyrim’s waters of the crashed pirates and recovering their minor wears, were of no concern to the captain on this night.
He stood with his typical straight posture at the bow once he arrived there, bringing the mug of the warming brandy up to his lips to take a sip of it. Gallus had never been a sleeper, though not by any reason of his own. Of course, his men would never become privy to the fact that he spent most hours awake due to issues with insomnia that he’d carried with him since his youth. Years before, he’d stopped considering it as any sort of a problem and simply carried on with his sporadic instances of sleep, putting the extra hours to his advantage. The crew, once Gallus had earned his Lady Ardent, had learned to brush off his constant activity as simply his disinterest in sleep though his encouragement that they think in such a way. On the nights that the business in his room or his readings disinterested him and Gallus made his way out onto the deck due to pure impatience with himself, the crew rarely bothered him whenever they awoke and happened to spot him. Only replacement crew members or rather new additions, with their curiosity piqued at seeing him traversing the ship at nearly any hour, ever chose to ask why their captain would not spend any time sleeping. The replacements, temporary as they were, rarely received an answer.
After rubbing a splinter created by a dagger’s strike free from the frame of the ship sitting at waist-level, Gallus casted mildly interested expression on the northern lights that stretched across the sky a distance from the Ardent’s position. Out of all of the vivid memories Gallus had carried from the time spent on his educational tour of the continent, his witnessing the multi-colored bands of Skyrim had to be among the more breathtaking at the time. Now, Gallus had the right to see them almost nightly should he so wish, and he thought it a great shame that they had lost something for him due to his familiarity with them. Scrunching his nose at the notion, Gallus brought the mug up to his face again, only to have footsteps slightly less caution than his own had been compel him to lower it again. He didn’t turn, providing a generic greeting, though a small part of him imagined that he well knew who might be approaching. ”I believe you would prefer the company of your cot rather than your captain on this night.”
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Post by ADELA PEITONUS . on Nov 28, 2012 17:44:29 GMT -8
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she knew it wasn't the soft rocking of the boat as it was anchored in the icy harbor. it had taken her a long time to get her sea legs, but now it was as natural to her as walking on solid ground. it couldn't be the cold, considering the amount of furs that covered her, adela could barely feel the chill, though she knew it was there. even in the cabin, her breath fogged. she considered lighting a candle and reading a book, or poring over the maps she had been enthralled by during the day, but neither held any interest for her. she was restless, for whatever reason, and what she needed was air. suddenly her cabin was too stifling, and she was curious to see what the wreck the lady ardent's men had stumbled across earlier that day.
it had been one of the few skirmishes adela had been involved in during her time aboard the ardent, and her involvement had been minimal at that. the ship's men had dispatched of the pirates before adela had even drawn her sword. it had left her rather bitter. she'd been eager to prove her worth on the ship, considering she felt most of the crew felt her inadequate to be named first mate. not that they would argue with the might of the imperial legion, but sometimes adela couldn't help but feel that they were right. she was a soldier, not a sailor, and she had never set foot on a ship before being assigned to keep an eye on the ship's captain. adela had to learn on the job, and for the first few days she'd felt completely out of her depth. she was fairly useless, unless it came to the maps she'd quickly made her expertise. but she always desired to know more, about the ship, the way it worked, everything about it. and what better time to have a good look around that when the men were all asleep?
she dressed slowly, donning her imperial armor, as well as a cloak of fur she'd bought in solitude before leaving. she'd been advised to do so, considering the icy cold the ardent would sail into, and adela was glad for the advice. it was colder than she could imagine in the seas north of skyrim, and even with the cloak, she sometimes found herself shivering. stepping out of her cabin, adela wrapped it around herself tightly, hoping it wasn't too cold on the deck exposed to the elements.
but her hopes were quickly proven wrong. fighting to stay warm, adela strode across the deck purposefully, only for movement in the corner of her eye to catch her attention. her first thought was of pirates, boarding in the silence of the night, but when she turned towards it, adela saw it was just a man. even from this distance, adela recognized him. for a moment, she fought between going to greet him or silently returning to her cot, but eventually she decided to keep him company. no doubt he had already heard her come up on the deck anyway.
she closed the distance quickly, making her steps loud enough so she didn't shock him with her arrival. the last thing she wanted to do was spur him into drawing a sword on her. "i couldn't sleep." she answered him simply, coming to stand beside him. her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she turned to the sky above them, which seemed to hold senex's attention so. "you don't see sky lights like that in cyrodiil.." she breathed, the sight one of the most amazing things she had seen in her time on board the ardent. |
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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Dec 5, 2012 5:08:17 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Adela! Words: 686
ONE LAST THING: Goodness I love writing for this man.  Gallus guessed right about his company on the deck. Providing a quiet ”Mmm” that could have just as easily shown simple acknowledgement rather than understanding or agreement to his first mate, Gallus finally took the sip of his brandy that he had skipped in favor of speaking as Adela stepped up to his side and he kept his eyes ahead. Despite his misgivings about the governor’s demand that his crew be assigned one of their military representatives (though Gallus had never argued with them about the arrangement, in an effort to avoid suspicion), in truth he had become, over time, quite fond of the woman now standing to his side. She was, in a certain way, a little slice of Gallus’ heritage – a dark-haired beauty from Cyrodiil who possessed the Imperial penchant for advancing herself, if Gallus read her correctly. Thus far, Adela hadn’t, so far as he knew, turned tattle-tail on a few of the less…agreeable actions that the Ardent had taken over the time she had spent on the crew. Of course, Gallus had been careful to ensure that said actions were shielded from the lady’s eyes, and the understanding that the two of them had developed over time had made things much easier on his efforts to avoid placing Adela in a compromising spot between her loyalties to the empire and the loyalties that she had hopefully developed to Gallus himself. The gossiping drones, including the crew, who seemed Oblivion-bent on claiming that any loyalty or understanding shared between them indicated a more…intimate relationship rather amused Gallus, though he wouldn’t be caught denying the claims. Let them believe what they wished.
The thought had brought a slight smirk to Gallus’ face before Adela spoke again, referring to the lights in the sky. Gallus kept his eyes trained on them. ”Nor do you experience the cold,” he added, providing a touch of cynicism, ”Cyrodiil lacks many of Skyrim’s natural charms. I suppose an interest in preserving them is what provides Jarl Ulfric with his maddening determination to see any signs of our strength wiped clean from ‘his’ province.” Though one couldn’t say that Gallus cared much for the war as a whole and only saw it primarily as good business for a man like him, he did find the motivations on both sides to be equal parts understandable and innately selfish. Yes, he could see why the Nords would be motivated to rule themselves, but he could not comprehend why they had to do so through their racism and an undying need for war. Due to such downfalls of the Nords, Gallus knew why his people opted to maintain control of their governance, but their willingness to keep to the tenants of the Thalmor was illogical at best and drooling hero-worship at worst. Perhaps someone in Cyrodiil would support a war with the Thalmor and provide Gallus with even more business ventures in the future, once this war with the Stormcloaks ended. But that was a thought for a later time.
Finally, his eyes turned to take in Adela’s form at his side, and he noticed the fog that resulted from her breathing in this damned cold air. Gallus well knew that the young woman hadn’t been particularly sea-ready when she’d first received her assignment to the Ardent, and he was also aware, though it was only his rather educated assumption, that she likely didn’t care for her assignment in the slightest. Considering himself to be a chivalrous man when it came to anything but the pirate variety of the female kind or those less savory women to whom one carried his week’s earnings, the captain had taken steps to make Adela’s experiences on the Ardent as pleasant as possible. His ship was not some simple, unrefined war galleon, though it spent much of its time in pursuit of pirates and other undesirables. The Ardent could be a more accommodating lady when necessary. ”Could I fetch you a drink or an extra cloak?”, Gallus offered, holding up his own mug, ”I have a supply of Cyrodiilic brandy, kept warm for nights like this one.”
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Post by ADELA PEITONUS . on Dec 7, 2012 14:23:05 GMT -8
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bright blue and green danced across the dark sky, their magnificence dulling the usually glittering stars around them. adela had always found the northen skies to be nothing less than spectacular, but these sky lights were something she had never seen before. her lips parted in silent wonder, her eyes never leaving them. vaguely she tried to think of anything that could cause such natural beauty. magic? were they some type of cloud? when her sharp mind found no reasons, adela accepted them for what they were; a natural wonder.
it was only the voice of the man beside her that broke her out of her stunned state. slowly, unwillingly, she tore her eyes away from the lights, instead resting her dark irises on senex. she was unsure what to make of his statement about cyrodiil not experiencing the cold, her uncertainty showing as her face remained blank. she often felt that way with senex. sometimes he said one thing, only to mean another. adela was an intelligent woman, but even figuring the captain of the lady ardent was something of a challenge for her. as he continued to speak however, adela's eyebrows rose, and then furrowed again, unable to hide her confusion. "are you justifying ulfric's actions?" she asked, though she was aware that the war was about more than preserving the province's landscape. she knew that, by default, senex supported the imperials, but that did not mean he did not believe the stormcloak's had the right idea. adela knew many across tamriel wished the thalmor were not in power over all, but such thoughts were usually dealt with in swift silence. hearing such thoughts from senex would result in adela having to write a letter, and no doubt having to deal with the problem herself. which was not something she particularly wished to do.
in truth, adela was not too cold. though goosebumps had appeared on the small patches of skin bared to the elements, she felt like she was slowly getting used to the cold night. it certainly wasn't the most freezing chill she had experienced during her time on the ship, and adela was sure it could get even colder. at the thought, she wrapped her cloak around herself tighter, wanting to keep her body heat in. it seemed to do the trick, and after a few moments, she felt almost.. comfortable.
when senex finally turned towards her, adela's face remained impassive. he might have been a handsome man, but she liked to think she was immune to his charms. or if she was, she was good at hiding it. she shouldn't have been surprised when he offered to get her another cloak, or a drink, but adela was, the offer taking a moment to register in her mind. "my own cloak is warm enough, but a brandy would be nice." it had been some time since she'd had some brandy from home. all these nords seemed to drink was mead, and that was an acquired taste. if one could ever get used to its bittersweetness. |
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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Dec 16, 2012 5:40:31 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Adela! Words: 670
ONE LAST THING: I hope all the liberties I took to move them are okay. If not, I can easily change the post. :D
Though he was aware that Adela’s question to him about Ulfric was a serious one, Gallus couldn’t help but let a smile reach the corners of his eyes and huff out a silent laugh. Everyone always proved so touchy over the war. Gallus’ idea of Ulfric had grown to become a comical one. The man preached freedom and unification of Nords on one hand and proceeded, with the opposite hand, to swipe his hand across the little map of Skyrim he surely had in his palace and crush any hopes that he would have of a united Nord region. Gallus would hate to break the news to the Jarl of Windhelm, but the Imperials had united the Nords. The Thalmor were solely to blame for disruption that unity.
But, Adela was not asking for the profile of character that Gallus had written for Ulfric in his own mind. ”I would not find it so simple to justify the actions of a man who would start a war by shouting a king into as many pieces, especially if my only proof of his motivations was a need to preserve a handful of trees and snow-covered mountains.” Gallus finally turned his eyes towards Adela fully for the first time, retaining his outward amusement and making note of the lights making their presence known in her eyes as they partook in some sort of slow, ritualistic dance. ”I would have a harder time if his motivation was to establish a stable Skyrim after his own hands – or throat – had shaken the entire region to its core.” His smile fell into a friendlier one just before he turned away to again grant the sky his attention. ”Ulfric should have wasted away more of his hours pondering on these lights, if he does wish to protect them for Nords and Nords only. Perhaps war would have been his last resort instead of his first.” The same was the case for all Nords. They certainly did enjoy poking at one another with sharp sticks, didn’t they?
Though tonight’s restricting cold was suitable for such politically-charged conversation to warm the tempers of even the calmest of men, it was more a night for properly bundling up and making use of decent drinks – unlike the meads that these Nords adhered to – that actually provided something pleasant for the palette. Gallus skimmed his eyes over Adela’s cloak as she voiced that she was warm enough, nodding in understanding. Turning on his heel as she mentioned she would like some of the brandy, he motioned for her to follow him as he stepped cautiously across the deck back towards his cabin and opened the door to allow her inside. Within, a room that held enough room for a desk, a cot, a thin set of shelves, and a circular dining table sat laden with a few strewn papers from Gallus’ scribblings from earlier in the night. It was not gifted with quite as many conveniences as the captain’s quarters on a merchant vessel, but Gallus thought his quarters to be far cozier.
The lantern inside and on his desk still burned warmly, but once Gallus had shut and latched the door, he set aside his own mug to work to light another one to provide enough light for two. ”Make yourself comfortable, as usual.” Once the papers were set aside, Gallus stepped off towards the side of the room to open a storage hatch that was packed thick with blankets. It was not the most dignified way to store such fine brandy as that of his homeland, but to keep the liquid from nearly turning to ice, a bit of improvisation was necessary. From somewhere within them, he produced a second bottle of the brandy. Placing himself across from Adela and propping a leg atop the other, Gallus went to pouring her out a mug of her own, staying quiet for her to open the door for any sort of conversation that she desired. He’d already said quite a bit.
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Post by ADELA PEITONUS . on Dec 16, 2012 19:14:45 GMT -8
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still looking at the captain, adela followed without question as he gestured for her to do so. she bowed her head in thanks as he opened the door for her, stepping inside the cabin. she had been in the room before on several occasions, and it had not changed since her last visit. there were more papers scattered around that perhaps she should have shown more interest in, but after escaping most of the cold outside, adela's mind was already drifting to the warmth the brandy would give her momentarily.
she did as senex told her, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk, which had become her chair since boarding the ship and receiving her new position aboard it. her eyes watched senex pour the brandy, her gaze slowly drifting towards the mug as it was filled. when it was done, she waited for senex to pass it to her, taking it gratefully. she wasted no time in taking a sip, relishing the familiar burn as she swallowed. cyrodiilic brandy was good drink, and she wished she'd had the good sense to have brought some with her upon leaving solitude. but it was too late for that now, and not wanting to leech off senex the entire time they spent on sea, adela would just have to go without.
sitting in silence for a few moments, it didn't take adela long to feel uncomfortably. she wasn't much of a talker, usually, but for some reason, she felt it was necessary. there was something about the silence that she didn't particularly like, either. "your men did well today," she offered up. 'our men' would have been an inaccurate statement; although she was first mate, adela was under no illusions that the crew owed her any loyalty. she was merely there just to keep an eye on them, and her limited experience with boats earned her no favors with them. "i hardly had time to get above deck before the pirates were dealt with." disappointment colored her tones, but adela's face remained impassive. she'd been looking for a chance to truly prove herself to these sailors, but to no avail. all she could do was hope it would come in time. |
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Post by SENEX GALLUS . on Dec 21, 2012 16:49:47 GMT -8
i can see there's feud with force watch them drown in pools of gray TAG: Adela! Words: 601
ONE LAST THING: This thread has an oddly subtle epicness to it that I can't put my finger on.
Having slid Adela’s mug across his desk to her, Gallus worked at topping off his own mug and taking a long drink off of the top of it. He made sure to slide the bottle close to the lantern in another respectable attempt to keep the cold away from the fine drink within. ”The Nords don’t have the palette necessary to appreciate a drink like this,” came his absent comment, as he regarded the bottle sitting there. Gallus believed he had once described it to a friend as a case of the Nords appreciating a drink that would drag them by the tongue to the floor, while the Imperials preferred their drinks to toss an arm around their shoulders and indulge them in worthwhile conversation. Such drinks were also meant to be enjoyed with the company of women such as Adela, as opposed to the typical broad-shouldered, broad-chested Nord females who would as soon throw a man through the tavern’s stools as hold an intelligent chat with him. Gallus made a silent toast to the first mate in his mind as he looked to her, before downing another swig of his brandy before setting it aside to regard the map on the corner of the desk with disinterest.
His eyes flickered back to Adela from under his downturned brows as she spoke again, and he provided her a nod of thanks at the complement about the men before his eyes turned back to his map. As he might have expected, considering her minor role in the day’s skirmish, Adela would have more to say on the subject. He had not overlooked the fact that she had essentially missed out on the entire conflict, however small it might have been. Admittedly, Gallus hadn’t expected the skirmish, either, so for her to have arrived too late to get involved seemed no matter to him. Adela seemed to him to always be searching for ways to prove her mettle. At the sake of potential recklessness, Gallus tried his best to provide Adela with what opportunities she needed to convince the rest of the crew that she was worth her rations and standing as first mate. Gallus didn’t need convincing. If the knowledge that she would not run back to her superiors every time a crewman on the Ardent sneezed abnormally was not enough to convince him, her apparent intelligence and culture certainly covered it. In fact, Gallus was fairly sure he would attempt to keep her aboard if anything ever threatened to wrest her away.
”I’m afraid to say that the men may forget about you at times,” Gallus admitted, keeping his eyes trained on the map. ”How, I can’t understand. I thought they would be thrilled to have a real woman on the Ardent after the months they’ve spent here in Skyrim.” At the complement, Gallus looked up to meet her eyes, before leaning across the tables on his elbows. ”They exclude you not because of any inadequacy, Adela, but because they lack trust in you.” He resumed a more casual posture. ”You’re an outsider to them, and their minds won’t move beyond that definition. They're all old, grizzled seafarers set in their suspicions and superstitions. I realize it may be no consolation, but I would hate to see a potentially fine sailor falter after a handful of missed opportunities. You’ll have your chance to prove yourself to them.”
Clearly digressing on the subject for the time being, Gallus worked to brighten the lantern between them. ”I don’t believe you ever told me what first swept you into the Imperial ranks.”
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Post by ADELA PEITONUS . on Dec 26, 2012 0:00:42 GMT -8
[newclass=.threadpicture]height: 280px; width: 180px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/EhJbo.png); border:solid 10px #6b99ad;[/newclass] [newclass=.threadinfo]width:180px; height: 280px; opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; margin-left: -3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.threadinfo:hover]opacity: 0.9; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.infor]width: 180px; padding: 3px; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #222222; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align:center; font-weight: light; color: #efefef;[/newclass] [newclass=.postingtiem]background-color:#dedede; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 95%; text-align:justify; width: 200px; height: 300px; padding: 10px; overflow: auto; color: #303030; text-transform: lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricstiem]background-color:#222222; font-family: open sans condensed; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 18px; color: #efefef; width: 434px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -15px; font-weight: normal;[/newclass] [atrb=border,0,true]KENT WITH MONSIEUR GALLUS 589 CLEVER LOVE - ANGELS & AIRWAVES i agree completely. c: | [atrb=border,0,true] Nodding absent-mindedly, Adela had to agree with her captain's comment. nords often stated they disliked imperial drinks, preferring their own meads and ales. but adela could not even stomach the thought of it. brandy was always her drink of choice, if it was readily available, and if it was not, adela was just as happy to go without.
she listened to senex's response to her statement about his men's efficiency in dealing with the pirates, knowing he spoke sense. adela had always been a bit hot-headed; probably as a result of having to prove her worth as a soldier for much of her late adolescence. was it so hard to believe she wanted to show she wasn't just a waste of space on the ship? she wanted to say something more, and opened her mouth to do so, only to shut it once again. in the end, she settled with a nod as senex finished speaking to show she understood. she needed patience.
Thinking through what the man before her had said, Adela watched Senex fiddle with the lantern. What he was doing, she had no idea, and while she was trying to figure it out he averted her thoughts elsewhere with his question. Her origins were seldom discussed with anyone, and Adela had wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could remember. Not even her commanding officers knew much of her, other than she showed promise as a leader. Until she had failed, and was sent to the very ship she was on now to prevent any further mishaps. She wasn't sure what it was about Senex, but she felt she could tell him. And more than that, too. Adela wanted to tell him.
"My father was a lord in Bruma," she started, lowering her eyes to a whorl on the wooden table. the knot in the wood became adela's entire focus as she shared her story, her finger tapping gently on the mug in her hand. "i was the youngest daughter of five, and i was destined to wed some other child of a minor lord, like my sisters before me. i actually looked forward to it." the memories of playing families with her next eldest sister brought a wry smile to her lips. how different her life would have been if she had married. would she have children? would she be happy? adela would never know. at this stage in her life, adela couldn't imagine not being in the legion.
"but when my little brother was born, my father changed his mind. he'd never been particularly strong of mind, and instead of paying my dowry, he decided he'd keep me as something of a personal servant." the disdain that crept into her voice was impossible to keep at bay, and even her nose wrinkled slightly in disgust. she'd always been more spirited than her sisters, and having to remain to look after her aging father was as unappealing now as it was to her seventeen year old self. "i left. i had been taught to swing a sword well enough to disarm my father's men, so i enlisted. it probably wasn't the best idea i've had, because i was young, but i did it nonetheless. i wouldn't have done it any differently." her eyes darted to senex's face, waiting for his reaction. he was always so composed, which at times was unsettling, but at others.. well, adela would be lying if she said that in times of self-doubt, it was oddly comforting.
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