Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement

Zaltos seemed to remain quiet. He was observing the current situation. While others moved about, he kept forward. Maybe it was due to the secrecy he was casting on himself? Nobody would know Zaltos was Zaltos due to his attire.

The man wore a crimson cloak that hid his entire body from head to toe. His face was wrapped in a black cloth that left only his eyes visible. His ice blue eyes were distinct due to the occasional flame that sparked across iris. The shadows of his hood would help keep this hidden.

For now, Zaltos would remain a mystery to the entire group; close enough to see, but far enough to keep from contact.

"Nope. I'm here on behalf of the Midnight Sun. You know, that bar in Isra? The one run by the cat lady, with the lich across the hall and the maniac in the basement? Yeah. That's me. I'm Artaxerxes. My sullen companion here is Cyronin. He's not really 'with' me per-say, he just came along for the ride. One of those treasure hunter types I assume. Blasted fools, running around getting shot at by crazy wizards and cut in half by barbarians. I'm just a knifegrinder, okay? I've gotten in a few scrapes, but don't count on seeing me risking my life for some stupid golden idol. I'm here for business reasons."

Artaxerxes extends his hand. 

"So who are you and why were you trying to kill that old man?"

"Ah. I see."

Artaxerxes breaks contact with Roxanne and looks around.

"So have you or your... friend made any contact with these orc fellas? What do they want us to do?"

Suddenly, a violent snarl emitted from Zash'Neck's voice, an ugly face as he turned to the "Mayor" with intensity. "Quiet!" He hissed out, turning back towards the outlands. He drew his bow, aiming down the sights, as if he could see farther that way. After releasing his bow, he looked back to the handful of people. "All of you, inside the village, now. You've caused a bad omen, speaking that word. I do not trust nature outside of our walls now. All of you!" He shouted out, standing near the entry-way, looking at the group of people, waiting for them to walk in. His vib was obviously changed to a more intense, cautious tone. Perhaps there was more to this necromancy than observed.

Roxanne walks into the entrance, standing a good distance away from her father.

"A necromancer? Is that what we're after here?"

She glances at her sword doubtfully. If you kill a necromancer, can they come back? Do you have to cut off their head? People are easier. And dragons. Maybe her father will get eaten by a necromancer.

"Necromancer, eh? I wonder if a Necromancer has ever been jumped by an idiot with a knife. Who knows, it might throw him for a loop. Although, Cyronin, I'm betting this is your field."

Once the group was inside the settlement, the massive trolls were seen marching along the sides of the walls, pushing the stone wheels back into place to block the entrance. Communion was seen everywhere, chatting, Mongthol calves running about with children. Zash'Neck followed behind, noticing half of the heads turning towards them with caution. Whereas others continued to walk along their paths, waving and shouting out friendly welcomes.

From there, however, the duo was seen prominently in front of the street. Rev'Nahn, holding his swords upon his shoulder like some sort of general. Then Theev'Nok to his back left, his upper body seemingly shredded with muscle, hands open and within a minor stance.

"Zash', I ask of you to bring warriors, not the drunkard and a handful of-" "-Are you sure you should speak like that, Rev'Nahn?" Replied Zash'Neck, heading up to the front of the group, facing Rev'Nahn. They were a nose-hair apart, eventually a grin appearing on both of their faces at the same time, slamming their foreheads together as laughter ensued afterwards, then a small hugging to greet one another, along with Theev'Nok.

Rev'Nahn looked to the group, turning to continue walking down the path. "Come, travellers, Thorok is waiti-" 



"Wait!!!!!" 
Stumbling out of the nearby crowd was himself. A human? In this population of Stone Orcs? "I was told someone came here with pale skin and even moreso hair." He continued to walk forward, appearing to walk towards Roxanne. "That the person could be noticed a while away..." Soon, his visage was similar to Royal's and Roxanne's. But soon, he stumbled past Roxanne, standing dead-front of the Mayor, looking up to him, eyes widened with a grin to his face. "....That he was recognized by another, so long ago.." His breathing began to pick up, obviously getting emotional.

"Come along, or back off, Wolf Cub." Theev'Nok spat out of his thick jawline, frowning with a grin, shaking his head as they continued down the long path, the Chieftan's hut in view. Outside was the War-Wife herself, arms crossed under her chest with a grin. "It is good to see so many visitors again, in our time of need no less." She praised aloud, stepping to the side of the door, holding it open for them.

 As all of the things happen around them, Cyronin watches, choosing not to comment.

When Artaxerxes goes over to speak to the cloaked man, his hand falls to the pommel of his sword. To the casual observer,it would look as though he was just cautious. However, Cyronin was using it as a chance to communicate with him, as that was where his Midnight Sun gem was affixed.

Be very cautious when approaching that man. He exudes an aura I do not like.

Artaxerxes takes another whiff after Roarin exhales.

"Huh. That's not you. Anyone else here smoking?"

He takes note of Cyronin's mental warning and keeps an eye on the cloaked figure.