Due to the game going quiet and the time in between playing, this particular adventure log will be doing a quick wrap up of events from after the last Adventure log.

The Night of the Prophecy, The Day of the Horror.

After returning to Riften with the Priestess the group earned a well needed rest, but not before they took their findings to the Jarl, or in this case her Housecarl.
They were rewarded and offered to stay for a feast, which Ra’sava did not pass up.
In doing so Ra’sava was the last to return to the Temple of Mara, where they were all offered beds.

Upon returning he heard sounds coming from the room where the Priestess was recovering… and as they say, Curiosity killed the Khajiit..
In the room he found her laying on a bed, tossing and turning. So, wanting to put her to rest he took a few minutes to brew up a Sleeping Draught.
As he approached to administer the Draught stilled and quickly opened her eyes, eyes which were now milk white with a faint outline of colour around her iris’s.

" When the Night Burns Crimson and Fire falls from the Sky,
Ancient Stone Walls will fall and from them Rivers of Ash and Blood will Flow.
Rivers of Silver White Gold shall roll through the land as the storm rises.
Then shall the waters freeze and the tide shall flow. " Her voice held a tone of gravity as the words spilled from her lips, as soon as they were done, she was then out like a light.

At this point, Ra’sava decided that he needed the Sleeping Draught far more than the Priestess, Drank it, then went to bed where he still struggled to sleep as the words replayed themselves in his head.

Several days later…

Ra’sava had found himself a job investigating a strange rot which had began appearing on many ships and shipping crates in the town.
The rot seemed to be only affecting wood, and accelerated the speed at which the wood aged.
It didn’t take long for the Khajiit to figure out that it was an created through alchemy and was not a natural rot or termites.
During his visit to the Alchemist in town, he ran into the Bounty Hunter Selania, who seemed to also be tracking the same case and had come to the same conclusion.
The pieced together what the ingredients were likely to be and Selania’s urgency to find the person involved kicked up a notch, Ra’sava didn’t know why, there was something she wasn’t telling him but he figured if he went along, he’d find out one way or another.

After a prolonged investigation and a steak out, they found the culprit and waited in ambush to capture him. However something always seems to go wrong in the presence of Ra’sava and the culprit spotted the ambush and began to flee.
After a short chase he was captured and dragged back into town where he began babbling…
" He’ll kill me, I won’t survive… He’ll kill me…I’ll end ."
He abruptly threw himself forward and surged away from Ra’sava who was holding him, the tripped and fell…
The sound of glass shattering was heard, then a blast of energy flew out in a radius around him, ageing and killing the foliage nearby, and also producing a foul smell.
The nearby guards took a few steps back, hands on their weapons.
After a several moments the man’s flesh began to warp, stretch and expand.. Arms growing several times the size normal size, bulkier.. turning into some kind of flesh-warped monstrosity.
Guards drew their weapons, Ra’sava, Selania, Celeyane and Sashja all followed suit as the horror roared loudly, his body and legs growing and warping too…. only for the monster to be felled with a single Arrow, a lucky shot to the head which was still yet unchanged.
(A total fluke if I ever saw one. A 9% chance…)

The remains were quickly sorted out, Fire. Fire was the answer. The Nords knew it, so they didn’t even need to think about it. Fire cleanses.

Skyrim to Cyrodiil: The Return of a Dragon, An Imprisoned Golden Saint…. And a Delivery.

It turns out the man owned a boat, and it was gifted to the group for saving the town and it’s people from what could have been a somewhat devastating brawl… however, all good things must eventually come to an end.. during the celebration on discovering they now own a shipping vessel, Ra’sava was approached by a woman known as Maven Blackbriar, who suggested that the ship be gifted to her, after all, she was the one who suffered the most out of all those merchants in town.
Now luckily for Ra’sava, he knew of Maven and quickly came up with a compromise, summarising that the vessel was worth a lot of money, and Ra’sava could sell it to her, for cheap.. so to speak.
In the end, Ra’sava sold the Ship to Maven for a good chunk of gold, and building supplies as well as man power to start the construction of the first building in “Elswyer Enterprises”.

Seemingly on Queue, the Khajiit Antonio turned up with another offer to Ra’sava.
All Ra’sava needed to do, as his first job for Elswyer Enterprises, was to deliver a large box to the town known as Cheydinhal. Being told that everything would be ready by the time he’s ready to leave, should he accept.
After being told that if he accepted he would be paid, and the good name of “Elswyr Enterprises” would be spread upon success, Ra’sava of course, accepted.
Later that night while Ra’sava was telling his ‘employees’ about their new job, a commotion struck up outside and people started filing out of the Tavern to find out what was going on.
A man had turned up, ragged, tired and dirty, raving about Markath and a Dragon who had taken the mines and killed many as it did.

This sounded a little too familiar for Ra’sava… so once again, he made himself a sleeping tonic…

They left the next day, finding a cart with a large stone box, roughly eight feet long and four feet wide.
" There you have it my friend, your object to deliver. All it needs, is to be delivered to Cheydinhal. In one piece. Undamaged. Without a Scratch. Not a Blemish Not even a… "
" Alright alright! Ra’sava gets it, safe and sound delivery, got it. He’s not even going to ask what’s inside it. "
And so the deal was made. That easy.
This is where they came across another Dunmer, a woman called Vendasea, seeming to be a mercenary of sorts, and also now seeking a way out of Skyrim, what better time to go than with a group who may need another sword arm.
So she was then hired on as a Caravan Guard by Ra’sava, and paid accordingly.

The trip to the border was mostly uneventful, as was the trip over the border and into Cyrodiil… with the exception of a few Mischevious Imps and a run in with a Forest Troll.
However, on their second night across the border fate decided to find them.

TBC..

The party of unlikely adventurers headed west towards the ruins of Nilheim Tower with their note of trade and a plan to catch a Skooma dealer and end a problem in The Rift…

The road to the tower was relatively clear, nothing but a Lone Wolf running into the group and fleeing (Again).
In a relatively short time they reached the climb to the tower.
" Alright, Ra’sava has a plan, we will go in and pretend that we are the ones here for the Trade and ask to see their leader, then we will politely tell him that he is to leave. " Ra’sava said with a nod.
" By politely, you mean ‘Beat until he understands what we want’ don’t you? " Asked Sashja.
Ra’sava paused in his steps and thought about it for a few moments, before turning and nodding. " Yes! Exactly! Is there a problem with this plan? "
" Nope, I like it. " Sashja reassured.
" I can work with this plan " Celeyane agreed and continued on forward.
" Oh! Wait wait wait wait. " Ra’sava threw his arms out wide to block anyone passing near him. " Before we go in, we need a good story. You Sashja will be… Uhh.. Crusher, yes. Stand beside me and be quiet and scary.. Yeah! Just like that. " Ra’sava said as he quickly turned away from the frowning Nord who was doing her best to look stern. " And you.. you will be.. Frosty. "
Celeyane stared blankly at him.
" Err.. Snowy? "
She continued to stare.
" Icicle? "
Still she stared.
" Oh come on! You have the big Ice Spear and all.. Bah.. fine, Freezer?.. Though I think I’ll have to fight someone for the copyright on that one.. so… The Ice Queen. "
Celeyane blinked.
" That’s as good as a yes! I’ll take it! " And with that, their plan was sorted and up the path they trod.

After a short hike they arrived at the base of the tower and looked around, the forge outside lay cold and quiet, a broken Cart sat near it and otherwise the outside was quiet.

However, inside a dull set of voices could be heard, the occasional bout of laughter would roll from the cracks in the walls.
Ra’sava strode up and mentally prepared to knock on the door.. only when he reached it, the door was open and mostly off it’s hinges… so he readjusted his plan and moved to the inner door to knock on that one instead.
But before he did, he rechecked the note.. and his stomach did that little flippy thing without actually ever moving.
It’s okay, It’s okay.. this only changes the entire plan… everything I had counted on… but it’s okay.. I can run with this.. Ra’sava thought as he realized that he had misread the note… so… he knocked.
" Time to improvise. " he said just before he did.. which caused the other two to glance at him.. a sleight twitch may or may not have hit the two women…

Knock Knock Knock

A few moments passed before the door cracked open, revealing the hard expression of a Nordic Man who’s face looked as though it had seen more bar-brawls than a toilet seat had seen rears. A brief flash of recognition flickered across his face, but was quickly smothered as he grunted out a hoarse " What? "
‘A conversationalist’ Ra’sava thought before he said " Ah yes, Hello. This one is.. the uh.. one who is wanted in this Hold, Yes that is it. He is K’jaarti the Quick, also known as K’jaarti the Handsome, Sticky-Fingers K’jaarti, K’jaarti the Khajiit. " He finished, suddenly getting into his roll.
" Ah, K’jaarti, it is good to see you again. What are these two here for? "
Think quickly Ra’sava. " They are new recruits! " Perfect
" New recruits eh? Well, about time we had a few women about. Right boys? " he asked as he pushed the door open further to allow the trio inside.
Revealing five other Nordic men who each looked like they chewed Iron Ingots and spat out Nails. Who all also cheered out a collective set of agreements.
As the trio entered and began to move further into the room. The one who let them in, while still striding into the room, asked. " So, K’jaarti… "
" Yes? " Replied Ra’sava, holding his head high and walking with a little swagger.
" When did you leave? Because I swear you only just went upstairs. "
Ah damnit.. Thought Ra’sava.. before his mouth took over. " You have seen K’jaarti’s Alchemy skills, he was testing you. "
" Oh? Were you now? " He asked, turning around to face Ra’sava and the other two.. as the sounds of weapons being drawn from the seated men about them rung out through the large dining hall.
" Well, of course he was " the swagger stopped, the head held high from a successful ruse lessened slightly. " And you know that K’jaarti is K’jaarti because he said he is, after all, who else looks this good? "
" You changed your clothes very fast… And your Saber, where is it? I’ve never seen you without it. "
" Well.. I.. Uhh.. to make the test more effecti- " He cut himself off, as he lunged at the Bandit standing right in front of him, while Celeyane and Sashja drew their weapons.

A brawl ensued, tables were flipped, drinks were thrown, Ra’sava may or may not have hidden under a table and used it as a surprisingly effective defense while simultaneously stabbing someone in the foot, who proceeded to get very angry before deciding that he would much rather escape with a few toes missing rather than not escape at all, and fled while the rest of his companions were set on fire, bashed, shot, stabbed and mauled to death…

" Shit, shit, Shit! " the final bandit cursed as he backed up the stairs away from the trio of armed adventurers who had just burned and beat his companions to a pulp. " Oh no, I don’t want do go like this. "
It was of course at this moment, that things turned for the worse.
Clap… Clap… Clap
" Bravo, Bravo " A voice from above called, and the obnoxious sound of loud footsteps sounded as the source of them started to descend the stone steps. " What a show, what a show! K’jaarti is impressed. " He called while he kept applauding, like a noble at a show.
" K’jaarti! Good! Now we can beat them and- " He didn’t get to finish. Partially because now was the perfect cinematic time for him to stop, but mostly because his head sailed through the air in an arc and hit the ground with a wet thud.

K’jaarti did love putting on a show, and that certainly did seem like the perfect time to make his entrance, and what better way to get everyone’s attention than a quick swipe of his blade which just happened to lop off the head of a Bandit.

" Now, K’jaarti has everyone’s attention yes? Good. He thinks you should all turn around and walk away. "
Sashja clenched her fist and before her brain could tell her heart and mouth to shut up, she shouted out " He was one of your own! Your comrade, how could you kill him? "
K’jaarti placed his hand on his chest, feigning being wounded. " Oh! K’jaarti is deeply hurt that you think he would harm one of his own. No no, he was not one of mine, he was the boss’s. " He waved a hand dismissively at the body of the Bandit before idly wiping off the blood on his saber on the poor dead guys clothing.
Sashja ground her teeth as she watched the cocky Khajiit stride down the steps.
" Now " He said as he took up his shield, a rather fancy looking black Chitin Medium shield. " K’jaarti will ask you again, will you please leave? K’jaarti will even pay you to away. "
" What? Just like that? " Asked Ra’sava, sounding rather confused.
" Yes, just like that. You see, K’jaarti is being paid to stop anyone from going on and disturbing the ritual. " He said with an idle wave of his hand, as though it were simply the pure fact.
" What Ritual? " Ra’sava found himself asking.
" The one that the guy in the robes is doing on the Priestess, something about taking her heart. " K’jaarti blinked once. " Oh, K’jaarti couldn’t stop his mouth in time. Whoops. " He said with absolutely no air of actually being sorry.
" Well.. now I can’t just walk away. " Sashja said with a shrug, then with a quick motion and an uttered word, threw her hands forward and sent a blast of fire hurling the Khajiit’s way.
Ra’sava let out a whoop, Celeyane swapped her Ice Bow out for an Icy Long Spear…. and K’jaarti dusted off his clothing, looking entirely uneffected.
" Oh…well.. Damn. " Ra’sava said with all the grace and charisma of a trained speaker.
" Well damn. " K’jaarti agreed, then sighed. " K’jaarti guesses this means you will not leave peacefully? Fine, K’jaarti will fight you all. "
" Hah! All of us?! " Crowed Sashja and Ra’sava together. Celeyane remained quiet and watched the Khajiit warily.
" Yes, all of you. At once. " He said with a straight face and a cocky tilt of his head.
Ra’sava eyed him, then cocked his head to the side slightly… then promptly and quickly hurled a dagger at the Khajiit as he shouted " Attack! "
K’jaarti deflected the thrown knife with a contemptuous flick of his Saber. " K’jaarti may enjoy this. "

The Following battle was fairly short, though hard fought, with the Khajiit K’jaarti suffering only a minor wound before he decided the battle was not worth the money he was being paid and quaffed a potion then vanished.

" K’jaarti would hurry if he was you, that madman will be nearly finished what he is doing by now and K’jaarti will be nowhere near by when it is finished. Goodbye we will meet again, K’jaarti is sure. " His voice echoed off the walls of the dining hall and seemed to have no source, but nothing else followed.
" We had best hurry. " Celeyane said with a nod, and the three of them rushed up the stairs.
The next room was fairly sparse and it didn’t take them long to find a hidden door underneath a mat.
" Well.. this is disappointing, how unoriginal " Ra’sava said with a sniff, then flipped the mat over, called the other two to him, then went down the ladder one after the other.
After they had all reached the bottom, a voice spoke up.
" Well… if you’re here, you beat K’jaarti. "
The three of them nearly jumped from their skins at the voice.
" Who are you? " Sashja demanded from the tall Nord who leaned against a heavy looking door across the room.
He rolled a shoulder in a small shrug and pushed himself off the door.
He was a tall man, Easily Six foot Five and built like a brick house, he had a rather handsome face and wore a solid set of plate armour over his chest and one arm, he had a fine steel longsword at one hip.
" It doesn’t matter, I surrender. All I ask is that you let me leave here freely. If you beat K’jaarti, this isn’t worth the money I’m being paid. "
The trio blinked, taken aback.
" Does that sound good? " He prompted again.
" Leave your sword here. " Celeyane said, pointing to a corner of the room away from them.
" Ouch, leaving me without my lively-hood. Fine. " He set the sword aside, before turning back to them. " That all? Can I go now? "
" Uh… " Ra’sava said with all the elegance of a politician who had just been told he had stepped in something unmentionable. " Yes, yes you may go. "
And so he did.. without a fuss.
" Well.. that was unexpected.. " Ra’sava said, then pushed open the door at the far end of the room.
A robed figure stood at the far end of the room behind an Alter, facing them. On the alter lay a motionless figure of a young looking woman. The room was illuminated by only a few torches, yet Ra’sava could see clearly, and that the woman was breathing shallowly.
" It’s over! We have come to stop you, you are bested. " He called across the room as he stepped in and the other two followed.
" It is not over yet, and I will deliver this beautiful young woman to Namira! " The word ‘beautiful’ was said as though it were utterly disgusting, then the man raised his head. Dark skin showed and red eyes glared out from within the folds of the hood. " Kill them! " The Dunmer shouted.
Then a Giant Spider dropped from the darkened ceiling above.

One hell of a fight ensued.
Ra’sava struck the final blow on the Fanatic Dunmer while Sashja dueled the Giant Spider and kept it’s attention.
Celeyane decided that the Dunmer would look better as a pincushion and during the battle had stuck him with several arrows, while simultaneously avoiding the draining touches of the Dunmer’s ancestor spirit.
They took the Priestess from the alter and the ritual devices on it also, but not before dropping a Black Soul Gem which was sitting near her, and chipping it.
They carried her from the ruins while Ra’sava dealt with the dead.. and an undead.

The group left the now burning tower behind (Courtesy of Ra’sava) and after spending some time to quickly repair the wagon with a makeshift wheel cap, they made their way back to Riften.

During the Travel the Priestess did not improve and the group discovered that she was afflicted by a strange poison or disease, so they stopped near a farm and convinced the owner to lend them a horse to help tow the cart (They had been pushing it for a few kilometers..) to get the priestess to Riften and to a Priest.

The group decided it was time to head out to retrieve the shipment of Leather, believing that it was back in the Autumnshade clearing where they spied a Cave but did not enter.
However on their way back, they heard a voice calling out to them..

" Excuse me!.. Excuse me! " A voice called, at first it sounded like what someone might say if they were bumped into, yet the second calling definitely sounded like someone wanting to get their attention.
They trio stopped and peered around, unable to see anyone but a Dunmer farmer in his fields nearby.
" Yes, Hello! Over here. " Called the voice, and the Farmer waved to them.
" Oh, it was him. " Someone said in a surprised tone.
" I heard you three dealt to the bandits that were harassing this end of the roads, that true? "
" Uh. " Ra’sava said with as much elegance as he could muster, then bravado decide to fill the absent gap " Why yes of course! We did indeed! They were no match for our prowess. "
" Oh, that’s good, do you think I could ask you a favor then? Someone robbed me last night, a Trio of hooligans. I managed to chase them out of the house, but not before they stole my wife’s jewelry and my Bow. "
" That so? Which way did they go? "
" North, there’s the Autumnshade Clearing that way, but most people steer clear of there, so I doubt they went there. I’m guessing they went up to the old mine up that way. "
" I guess we could help, we’re going that way anyway. " Sashja replied.

And so they did.

They decided to bypass the Clearing going on the logical logic that hauling around a box of leathers would slow them down, and wen’t straight for what Sashja called “Boulderfall Cave”.

But as fate would have it, they ran into some trouble before arriving.

Ra’sava stopped.
No one noticed, because it was Ra’sava.
" Wait " he said, someones near.
" Pfft, no ones near us Ra’sava, there’s only that empty shack over there " Celeyane said with a laugh.
It just so happens, that the laugh was enough and a voice shouted from inside the ‘empty shack’ " Shit! Someone’s outside! They’ve come! "

This is about the time another bout of combat started.
It was a rather amusing one, involving two sore shoulders, one on fire and one frozen.
The unlucky owner of said shoulders was…. if you were guessing Ra’sava, you’d be wrong in this instance…. a Bosmer Hunter, whom quickly admitted defeat and promptly lay on the ground unmoving.
Not because he had a rather large spear of ice in his shoulder.
Not because he had been beaten up quite badly. No.
Mostly because the woman who was ‘helping’ him, was putting him through more pain in her healing attempts than the fire bolt and ice spear to either shoulder, and he was hoping that staying still would at least in some way, help alleviate his pain.
Meanwhile, Ra’sava had a rousing sprint race against the remaining Bandit, whom of which had ripped his way through the back of the shack with his Axe (Which he had thrown at Ra’sava during the ensuing chase) and fled out the back towards the Cave.
Ra’sava eventually caught up, after watching several frozen arrows get rather close to him (but closer to the Bandit), but not before the Bandit’ fell on his face not more than fifty meters from the caves entrance, which alerted the guard placed outside, who promptly went back inside to presumably warn whoever else was in there.

" Now, you are going to tell Ra’sava who it is that is in there, and what kind of traps you have set up within. " He purred the words out with all the menace of a Senche Tiger eyeing a potential meal.
" Uh.. Ah… there is a Rock Fall Trap inside, Trip-Wire… Two Guys.. the Boss and his Brother "
Ra’sava flexed the claws on his foot which held the Bandit pinned face down to the ground.
" Is that all? "
" Yes! Yes! Don’t hurt me, I’m just doing what I was told.. "
" FIne, we will wait for the others to catch up, then we will see what we shall do with you. "

The other’s caught up a few minutes later, the Bosmer Hunter following along also.
" Ah, you surrendered too I see, good good. " Ra’sava commented after seeing the Bosmer.
" To be honest, I was just passing through when I met this guy, he said someone was out to get him. His outburst of hearing you all startled me into action before thought. "
Ra’sava blinked once. " Oh? Well then, in that case, you can watch him while we go inside to deal with the two within yes? If you are really innocent, you’ll still be here when we get back.
And if you are not here, well. We’ll have some fun tracking you down "
" _No need for the threats, I’ll stay here. _"
" Good! Then let us go and deal with these two within, and the Rock Trap. Ra’sava has just the perfect Idea. "

A rather amusing attempt at distracting the two within later….

" Damnit. " Ra’sava muttered. His plan didn’t work and all he ended up with was a sore tail and looking a little silly.
" Next time, Ra’sava will go up and cut the rope instead of trying to throw rocks at it. "
" Plan two? " Sashja asked.
Ra’sava sighed. " Plan two. " He agreed.
They drew their weapons, and went inside. Carefully stepping over the obvious trip-rope.

What happened next could hardly be called a fight. They crept inside the cave, keeping to the Darkness within, the Khajiit leading the way as he was the only one who could see in the dark.
Celeyane let out a shout.
The Brothers came running, blindly up the cave entrance, screaming their battlecry.
They stopped.
Light happened.
They were suddenly surrounded.
One of them was now belt-less and as a reaction to this, his pants had fallen down about his ankles.
They surrendered and Ra’sava had a new belt.

To save time on what happened next, the Brother’s turned out to be a pair of goons who were hired by the Bandit who the Bosmer was watching, I say ‘was’ watching, because when the group got outside, the Bosmer was laying on the ground with blood running from his lip and nose, and the Nordic Bandit had fled.
On their way back, they stopped at the Ruined little Shack and Ra’sava, not one for letting good opportunities goto waste, decided to use his charm on the Bosmer and the Brothers, insisting that working for him would be far better than being hanged or pressed into prison labor.
They all agreed, even the Bosmer, who had done nothing wrong, so to speak.

" Excellent! Then you shall work here. You shall be my.. uhh.. what do you do? "
" I can cook " Said one of the brothers.
" I can.. uhh.. play music? " Asked the other brother in a confused tone.
" If you need to ask, you’re not looking at me hard enough. " Said the obvious man of the wilds, the Bosmer.
" Right! Then you shall be the Chief Provisioner, and you shall be the Chief of Moral.. and you Shall be… the boss of them. " Ra’sava said, pointing to each one in turn, leaving the Bosmer for last. " For now! You will all remain here, while the rest of us will head back to the Clearing to find the Leather and a Bow. "
" Oh, you’re looking for a bow? " Asked the Bosmer " That Nord guy gave me this one, it’s pretty nice. "
" Ah, yes. That solves the problem of the stolen bow.. now we have both the Jewelery and the Bow, now for the leather. "

So the party returned to the Clearing and ravaged the cave, finding a box Skooma and a small Pouch of Gemstones along with a note which they proceeded to misinterpret and set out to lay a plan to catch some Skooma dealers and hopefully find the Leatherworkers leather.

" So. . . " Ra’sava drew the word out for a few seconds longer than necessary as he rolled his wrist to emphasize it. " I’m kinda new around here. . where should we start looking? "
" Couldn’t tell. " Sashja replied with a wry smirk, before adding. " Though, there is a Clearing Nearby, Autumnshade it’s called. If we could start anywhere, it could be there. "
" Autumnshade it is! " The Khajiit called out, challenging the world with his cry, as they left the gates of Riften behind and wandered off.
" Does he even know where it is? " Asked Celeyane.
" I don’t think so "
It was at this moment that Ra’sava had an Epiphany. He should let the Nord lead, after all, he was new around here. " Sashja.. was it? Yes! It occurred to Ra’sava that he is new, and you are a local "
" Well actua-"
Ra’sava interrupted. " Yes! Actually a Local, while Ra’sava is not! You should lead! It is settled. " He said with a satisfied nod.
With a shrug and a quiet grunt, she resigned to the task of leading them out towards the Clearing.

A Time Later, and a brief encounter with a trio of Wolves, the three Herb Hunters near the Autumnshade Clearing.

" So. " Ra’sava did the little wrist rolling thing and dragged out the word again. " Which herbs are you looking for? Ra’sava is a bit of an alchemist but isn’t sure of the area and it’s herbs. "
" Pretty much anything. " Celeyane replied and promptly began to look about.
" Oh. " Ra’sava nodded. " Well, that’ll be easy. " Then he too went looking around for some herbs.
After a quick scan around, the Wolves having put Sashja on guard, and finding nothing that wanted to try and bite any of the group, Sashja too, went in search of herbs.

A Short time later Celeyane had recovered some herbs.
Sashja had recovered some herbs.
Ra’sava… was stuck to a tree, partially covered in sap. " Gah, it is all in Ra’sava’s fur. Hey, Nord Lady, can you help Ra’sava out? "
Sashja eyed the stuck Cat and wondered how in the name of Talos he even got stuck there in the first place.. then went to help him.
She grabbed onto his shirt and started to pull. " Ow ow, hey! Watch the fur " Ra’sava complained.
Meanwhile, Celeyane had stopped what she was doing, but not to watch the pair struggling against the forces of nature. No, she stopped to listen. " Shh, Quiet. "
She turned her head to the side and tried to listen again. Yes, she could hear it now, something was just over the small rise in the hill.. and she was about to mention it when a ripping sound came from behind her, followed moments later by a shrill screech of a cat.
" Raaaaaahhhhhhhoooooooooooowwwwwwww!!!!!! " Ra’sava screamed as he was torn from the sticky treesap, leaving a few strips of fur behind.
Celeyane froze.. then sighed inwardly as she heard the sound of footsteps nearing, and shouting.

" Well well well, what do we have here? " Standing atop the rise was a group of four men, all wearing leather armour and wielding an assortment of weapons between them. The one having just spoken was a rather large Orcish fellow, scars covered his face and in place of a sword or shield, he had a set of Iron Knuckles.
" Holy crap, bandits. " Muttered Ra’sava before an idea struck him and he grinned wide. Puffed up his chest, then strode forward. " Brothers! It is good to see you! I have brought some prey for us to split! Ra’sava was planning on robbing them in their sleep and now Ra’sava can split their loot with you! "
The Orc frowned at this, not expecting it, and he churned the idea over in his mind slowly while Ra’sava continued to move forward away from the other two.
" You bastard! " Shouted out Celeyane. To which Sashja looked at her oddly, She noticed the small flick of Ra’sava’s ear accompanied with a wink, but Celeyane’s curse seemed a little too genuine to be faked.
" Now now, don’t be like that. What did you think? Ra’sava is to come wandering out in the wilderness with two strangers, unarmed. Of course he was leading you to an ambush! "
It was at this moment, when Ra’sava was most of the way between the two groups, closer to the Bandits when the Bandit immediately on the Left of the Orc suddenly coughed up blood and toppled over.
Which caused everyone to blink once, and stare. Afterall, a man doesn’t simply topple over for no reason.
The leader of the group, the Orc, took a few moments to process what just happened. One of his goons, someone who he had threatened into service, had just fallen over. He was wearing an odd looking necklace now, all feathery.

A few moments later, the Orc realized that his Face Down companion had just been shot from behind with an arrow, which struck him in the back of the neck.
For simplicity sake, I will short hand the Combat that ensued a few moments after the Orc’s realization.
The Orc ordered one of his goons to go back and see what was happening behind them, while he and the remaining would subdue the group down the hill with his new Khajiit Friend. (Yes, the Orc fully believed Ra’sava that he was there to help.)
Ra’sava kept up his ruse so well, that even when he managed to ‘accidentally’ trip the Orc, and the other remaining bandit saw the ‘accident’ happen and retaliated. (Which almost caused Ra’sava to lose his arm.)
The Orc turned around, went back up and promptly decked the Bandit who had nearly severed his new Khajiit friend’s arm.
With this new line of confusion, the battle was soon quickly ended.

" Oh. . Ra’sava is having trouble seeing. . is his arm alright? "
Celeyane was crouched over him, and made a dubious sounding " Mmm " Which made Ra’sava groan.
" Is it gone? It’s gone isn’t it. Oh no, Ra’sava has lost his arm. "
" It’s not gone. No! Stay still. I’ll see what I can do. " And she set about using magic to mend as much of the wound as she could.

" Oh gods, oh gods! No, please don’t kill me! " Came a cry from over the rise.
" What the? Oh! That one guy who ran back! " Sashja called out in a hissing whisper from nearby. " I’m going to go see what’s going on. "
" I’ll come, His arm is as good as I can make it. "
" Oh, that is music to Ra’sava’s ears. " He said with pure unrestrained relief as the other two crept up the rise to see what was happening on the other side.

The center of the clearing lay ahead, just beneath an small cliff edge sat a stone Alter, laying in front of the Alter in a limp heap was a figure in dark robes. Several items were strewn about the Alter and the figure, as if they were interrupted in the midst of something.
Off to the side the source of the screaming was laying on his back, using his hands and feet to wildly kick himself backwards away from a figure in a heavy woodland coloured cloak and leathers who was stalking towards him.
" No, no! Please! Spare me! I- I promise I’ll never do anything like this agai- "
He was cut off as the prowling figure drew out a knife from somewhere and with a flick of their wrist, hurled it straight at the crawling man. It caught him in the head and buried itself in his skull.
It was quick.
They then turned back towards the Alter and began making their way over towards the other downed man, but not before calling out in a female voice " You may as well come out, You’ve nothing to fear from me, I’m not here for you. "
The two on the hill blinked then looked at each other. Sashja was the first one to stand up, then head down the rise towards the Woman.

" Uh, Wow. What are you doing here? " Sashja asked.
" Hunting this guy. " The cloaked and hooded woman replied.
" Who is he? "
" Nameless dead Cultist of Molag Bal now. "
Sashja frowned a little and looked down at him.
" Whoa, that’s a Spriggan. " Celeyane said as she spied something laying behind the Alter.
The other woman grunted out a displeased sound. " Yes. "
" A what? " called out Ra’sava as he started wandering down the rise towards the group too.. now wearing a too large leather chest piece.
" A Spriggan, a Tree Spirit. "
" Oh " Ra’sava said, as though that explained everything he needed to know.
" You should leave here soon, the quicker the better. " The Hooded woman said as she finished binding the Robed man and hoisted him up onto her shoulder.
" Huh? Why? " Sashja asked.
The woman turned around to look the trio over, her face clear enough to see and show that a Dunmer face looks back out at them.
" Bounty Hunting Pays Well…. if you survive. " She then motioned to the dead bandits. " Take what you want from them, the Jarl or her Housecarl will pay you for dispatching these guys, they have been harassing the roads about here for a few weeks now "
" Oh? Really? Good thing we came then." Sashja said with a firm nod.
" Indeed. I’ll tell the guards you’re coming, they’ll come and collect the corpses and remove them from the Clearing. " The hooded one said as she headed back off into the woods with her bounty in tow.

The Group proceeded to loot the bodies of the Bandits and collect up the Ritual ingredients which were on the Alter, one of which was the Heart of the Spriggan.
Once they arrived back in town, they received a reward for the Bandits and went about dealing to their loot.
While doing so, Ra’sava came across a Leatherworker who was complaining about her last shipment of wares were taken by a group of bandits, lead by an Orc.

It began as a simple trip. A way to see the world. A way to expand his Horizons!
But little did Ra’sava know that once he reached the border of Skyrim he would soon be detained and dragged to Riften, accused of Skooma Selling, Theft and Murder.

" Ra’sava is innocent I tell you! Let me go " The Mangy looking Black Khajiit cried as he was dragged through the front gate of Riften and off towards the Jarls Keep.
" Shut up Cat, We have your wanted poster right here, You have been caught. Now be a good criminal and come along as noisily as possible "

The World slows down to a Crawl and goes to Grey Scale as the GM supplies.
_What little is known about this Mangy Cat is that he seems to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and this is not just because he is nosy. No, this is because Ra’sava has the worst luck imaginable.
For instance, if someone were to flip a Coin, saying that If it were Heads Ra’sava would Win Fifty Thousand Septums. And if it were Tails Ra’sava would win One Hundred Thousand Septums.
Ra’sava would likely be hit by a Cart, Dragged off Twenty Kilometers down the Road where he would then roll down a hill, through several brier bushes before landing in a Pile of Dung, then promptly be attacked by a bear.. while the Coin then landed on it’s Edge twenty kilometers back up the hill.

And in this instance, Ra’sava was just about to be hit by the Cart.

" But it looks nothing like Ra’sava! You just think all Khajiit look the same! " He protested.
While he protested, the guard glared.
" Look look look " Ra’sava pleaded, stammering a little as he continued. " Ra’sava is a buisnessman, he does not deal in any illegal drugs "

And here comes the Cart…

At that moment, a small pouch inside Ra’sava’s bag decided to dislodge itself and fall to the ground with a thud which sounded remarkably a lot like an executioners axe.
" What’s this then eh? " The guard asked, retrieving the bag.
" That is.. eh.. That is Ra’sava’s Spices! Yes! His spices! "
The guard opened the bag and eyed the powder inside… then dipped his finger in and brought it to his lips.
" Bah! Moonsugar! "
" Uh. . . .Ra’sava can explain. " He choked out as the Guard hauled him away with renewed vigor.
" Enough cat! You will pay for your crimes "

It was at this moment that another Khajiit decided it was time to slink out of the Shadows and to take the spotlight from the Disheveled Dragee’.
" Cousin Ra’sava! Welcome to Riften! " He shouted, making broad gestures and ensuring that he had as much attention on him as possible. " What are you doing being dragged? "
" Huh? " Ra’sava said eloquently, before following up with " Uh.. Oh! Yes! Cousin! Hello! It has been so long! "
The guard stopped, he thought he recognized the new Khajiit, but he wasn’t too sure. Something about him prickled him though, and something else made him want to listen to what he had to say.
" Show him your papers Cousin! You are Citizen of Empire, you have them, yes? "
" Oh! Yes of course! "
The other Khajiit walked up and clapped the Guard on the shoulder and with a flourish produced Ra’sava’s legal papers, which to Ra’sava’s surprise, did not even know he had given them to him.
The Guard dropped Ra’sava and took up the papers and read them over.
" Cousin Ra’sava, it has been so long since Antonio has seen you. How have you been? "
" Ah, Cousin Antonio, it has been long indeed. Ra’sava has been fine.. up until he got accosted and dragged through the streets "

" Everything seems in order here. " The guard said begrudgingly.
" Ah! Excellent! Then you will let Cousin Ra’sava go now? "

It was at this point that it seemed like Ra’sava’s lack of luck were finally about to change.. but such things are just not meant to be.

The guard just looked at them both.
" Oh. . Antonio knows that look. It means that we are going to spend a night on a nice hay pile in a not so nice cell.. "
" Oh. . Great. . Just Ra’sava’s Luck. "

They both took a step backwards… and Antonio suddenly fell himself falling.
Ra’sava managed to save himself.. Until Antonio furiously reached out for purchase, caught Ra’sava’s shirt and ended up yanking him over the edge too.
They fell.
Into the waterway.
Into Water.
Two Wet Cats.

This had two effects.
The first being that everyone saw it, so now everyone had something to laugh at.
The second effect being that now the guard who was perusing Ra’sava was now out of reach.

The situation did not stop there however, and this is where the laughing began.
Antonio clawed his way out of the water to the wooden walkway around the base of the waterway, just as Ra’sava said " I am glad there are no Slaughterfish in here… There are no slaughter fish in here are the -" he was cut short by something biting down hard onto his tail. He screamed.
Antonio reached out to help Ra’sava get out " Give me your paw! I will help you out! " He called out to the flailing Ra’sava…..

The world once again grays out and goes into slow motion as the GM cuts in.
We now cut over to one of our other two players in this campaign. A young Nordic Woman by the name of Sashja, who has heard the commotion and has decided to come and inspect the madness herself.
This is what she saw.

She approached from the Waterway, having heard screaming and what sounded like two cats fighting in a bathtub, she decided she would intervene on her own behalf and save the cats the trouble, by swinging them out the window.
However
When she arrived and saw the scene that was unfolding, she couldn’t move any closer, perhaps a little too afraid to fall in with the Two Khajiit.
The one whom she didn’t know was Antonio, had now fallen back into the water, having been pulled into the water once more by the flailing Ra’sava.
" Oh Gods! Help Ra’sava! His poor tail! He feels the mighty Slaughterfish devouring it piece by piece! " He screamed as he flailed about in the water, trying to drag himself to the waters edge, much like his ‘cousin’ had just managed to do for a second time, and once again, having not seemingly learned his lesson.. offered to help Ra’sava out of the water again.
This time Ra’sava mustered enough composure to not be a hindrance to his feline helper and both of them managed to claw their way free of the water, without falling back in.
" Cousin Antonio! Tell Ra’sava what has become of his Tail, Ra’sava cannot bare to look. "
Antonio did.
" What do you mean it’s not that bad? I cannot feel my Tai- " He looked over at his Tail where a small Salmon had latched onto it. " Oh.. Lunch! "
Sashja shook her head in bemusement then finally approached.
" Well, that was a show. I don’t think you have to worry about that Guard anymore, it seems seeing you two go through that mess has amused him enough and now he’s wandered off.
That, or he simply thinks someone so clumsy couldn’t be a thief. "
" Sure sure, make fun of Ra’sava… but he is looking on the bright side, he just caught Lunch! "
Sashja sighed and wondered what she had just gotten herself into. " Come on, let’s get that Tail looked at, a traveling healer just set up shop in town, she’s at least less likely to accuse you of theft than anyone else here… and she didn’t see the show. "

The world Grays out once more as the DM once again cuts in.
And now, as fate would have it, and how the stars have aligned and the gods have foretold… the first two PC’s would now meet their next future companion!

She sat by herself in the market, her stall a modest size, her wares a modest set of wares, her skills a modest set of skills, and her customer’s a modest pair of Khajiit and a Nord… And she was looking at a Tail.
" Well… " She said with a modest amount of concern and emphasis on the word.
It had the desired effect, Ra’sava’s eyes widened. " What is it doc?! Tell Ra’sava, will he have to amputate? "
Truth be told, the wound was a scratch at best, and needed no treatment at all, but she was a modest woman of modest tastes, and modest tastes couldn’t be bought on a modest sense of empathy alone.
" Oh, no. I can heal it " She replied with a modest smile.
" Oh good. " Ra’sava sighed happily, relieved. " Err.. how much will it cost Ra’sava… " He opened his coin pouch, nothing remained but the air within. " Ra’sava is uhh.. Broke. "
" Hmm. " A modest amount of inflection in the sound. " A donation wouldn’t go amiss. " Curse her Modest sense of empathy.
" A donation! Yes! Ra’sava can do this!.. Oh! Oh! He has an idea! Maybe Ra’sava can get some herbs for you? Yes! That is a good idea. He can collect the Herbs and help pay this one back. "
She sighed. " I suppose I better come, otherwise you might get yourself killed. "
" Pffft, it is only picking flowers! "
" Tail. Harmless Fish. Bite. " She offered.
Ra’sava scratched his head. " Oh. . I guess it wouldn’t hurt then. Uhh. .This one is Ra’sava. "
" I am Celeyane, I will come and be your repayment warden. "
" Oh.. Oh.. Great.. Okay.. " He said nervously.
" I will come too, I am Sashja. " The Nordic woman chimed in.
Both Celeyane and Ra’sava turned to face her, both of them seeming to have forgotten she was there for a while.
" What? I saw what happened to Ra’sava, so I think he definitely couldn’t go amiss without another arm helping him out. "
" Bah! Say what you will about Ra’sava… I got a free Lunch! "

And so our unlikely companions set off to leave the dangerous walls and deadly salmon of Riften, on their first quest!
In search of some peaceful flowers to decapitate and make into potions….