"Slap me arse thrice!"

Greetin's me friends! Oi'm Porliss, a Paatru from Argonia! I hope we c'n be good friends! Er... at leas' acquaintances? Line Art by Stars!Mod | Coloring by flightybroad

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Swings nods and smiles widely. “I see, I see! Good to know you are in good profits, then.”

He laughs at Porliss telling him he had a ‘good one’. “Don’t go getting any ideas, now.” He teases, before grinning and nodding. “I’m glad! It’s not going to be a big ordeal, only a couple of friends and..probably not a party or anything afterwards, but it should still be nice.” He plays with his fingers for a moment.

“Last time I saw you, weren’t you travelling with some others? A tall one, and a most strange man…?”

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Porliss laughs as well, "Oh Swin's, ye know oi'm jus' a-foolin'! 'M quoite ol' now! Too ol' fer love, oi think!" He waves his hand dismissively, "Bu' enough wit' all tha'! 'N oi cannae wai' fer this weddin' o' yers! T'is a gran' occasion, me frien'; a gran' one indeed! I wouldnae miss it fer th' worl'!"

Porliss grows sullen for a moment, then quickly snaps out of it, "O', those two? They lef'! Tha's all there 's to it!" Smirking, he winks at Swings.

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He nods, smiling. “Good will and happiness, that’s what I expect from you, indeed!” Swings laughs and nods, raising his eyeridges at the mention of ‘magical tomes’. “Books? What kind of tomes?”

Swings grins when the ring is mentioned. “Me and J’Ram-Kur are going to get married soon. He’s green, tall, with feathers?” Swings motions a height with his hand, then feathers with outstretched fingers above his head. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to come to the ceremony.”

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"Oh, ye know, not'in mer than jus' a few odds 'n ends. 'Ve been able te ge' enough money fer lodgin's 'n grub, 'n 'm lookin' te buy a liddle cottage near Falkreat'!" He laughs, rustling the satchel at his side to indicate that he has made a few septims during his time as a merchant.

Porliss thinks for a moment before snapping his fingers in remembrance, "Oi! Oi remember 'im! Yea'! He was a' th' picnic! Heh heh, ye go' yerself a good'un boyo!" His smile becomes ever wider, "'N oi'd be honored te come te th' ceremony, me frien'! Soun's loike a heap o' fun!"

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“Alchemical stuff? I happen to be interested in alchemical stuff!”

"O? Then, me frien', ye've come te th' righ' place!"

Porliss takes off one of the large packs he's carrying, swinging it down in front of him and onto the ground with a rattle and thump. He reaches into the pack and takes out a even larger leather trunk, pulling it out by one of the handles and letting it fall with a hollow thud. He clicks open the chest so that this prospective buyer can see his wares. Nirnroot, Blisterwort, Ice Wraith Teeth, Giant's Toe... There's nary a thing Porliss doesn't have!

"'Ere ye go, me frien'! If ye see anythin' ye loike, be sure te tell me! Heh heh!"

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Porliss smiles up at the friendly group of people that more-or-less tower over him. A confidence brews up inside of him, insisting that these are all fine folks who would enjoy to have him around. Perhaps they could share a drink! Oh, what fun that would be!

"'Ello frien's! Me name's Porliss, 'n oi sell all sor's o' magical guff! Oi go' books, oi go' enchan'ed jewlery, oi go' alchemical... stuff! Hee hee! Oi hope we all 'come grae frien's oi tell ye!"

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Swings laughs, hugging Porliss back lightly and rocking on his heels. “It has indeed been a while. Please tell me, how have you been?” He steps back from the embrace and fiddles with a ring on his finger.

Porliss grins, "Well, ye know me, frien'! Jus' been spreadin' somma tha' good will 'n happiness! Wit' a liddle magic here 'n there, 'o coarse! 'Ve taken te' sellin' some ol' magical tomes! Ah, bu' tha's enough abou' me! Oi see ye guffin' aroun' wit' tha' ring there! Tha's won'erful, frien'! Heh heh... heh..." Porliss pauses, his brow ridge furrowing, "By th' His'! 'Ve been away so long oi cannae remember th' lad ye've been wit'! Jus' mus'  be gettin' old, eh! T'was 'oo again?"

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A courier approaches. "Hello sir! If you're Porliss, I have something here for you. Your hands only." He shifts a little and hands him an envelope and an old bag. The letter is a will informing him of his inheritance from a departed friend; Averry.

Porliss takes the envelope and bag, jovially thanking the friendly courier and sends him on his merry way with a few septims. However, looking over the delivery, he feels a little unhinged. When was the last time he had mail? Hell, when was the last time mail was for his hands only? Setting down the awkwardly heavy bag at his side, he opens the letter solemnly, a bit perplexed.

Taking out the parchment very carefully, he unrolls it and begins reading. As he looks over the writing carefully scrawled out by his dear departed friend, the wave of emotion hits him like disease hitting an isolated village. However, instead of getting upset or sad, he simply sighs, his usually happy face abnormally devoid of emotion.

He stuffs the letter and envelope into his satchel with the strength of a giant, then sits down in front of the bag, contemplating what it might hold. No croaks, no crying, not a sound. Just silence and staring.

Then, without a word, he gets up and leaves. He doesn't look back.

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Swings walks up slowly, as if he is unsure as to whom he is approaching. He pauses just behind Porliss and then gasps, nodding to himself. "Porliss! My dear friend, could it be you?"

Porliss turns around, recognizing the voice instantly. His coined toothless grin spreads across his face, excitement making his big heart beat a mile a minute. It's Swings! His old friend! Porliss hops into him, embracing him happily.

"Swing's! Me ol' oran' frien'! T'is been too long, frien'! Too long oi tell ye!" He maybe even sheds a tear. Or two. Or three.

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What are the top three things that you stand for?

*Porliss begins counting on his fingers*

Venturin', frien's... 'n... shoot, wha' was th' las' one? *Pause* Oh yeah! T'is frien's! Oh wai'... I alrea'y said tha' one, I did! Ah well!

*Awaits sighs* Ssstability, my companionssss, and change.

Bravery, honor, sacrifice.

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Who would you like to be in bed with right now?

*Porliss thinks over the question, a smile slowly coming over him*

I c'n t'ink o' one person 'n particular! Though sayin' 'is name'd be pre'y rotten o' me! If ye need a hin', 'is name star's wit' a... nah, t'is too obvious! Le's jus' say 'e's 'n argonian, 'n leave it there! Heh heh heh!

*Awaits looks about nervously* I... I don't wissssh to anssswer...

Wives.

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Porliss, prior to leaving Argonia - what are your thoughts on the other provinces and races of Tamriel?

Oi donnae care. 'S long 's it's safer'n this place, an' oi betcha anyt'in' it is.

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Out in the Rain ((Swings/Awaits RP))

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Swings moved back, smiling, a little sheepish that he had been caught drawing Awaits. “Ah, yes. I’m glad it’s recognisable. I was about to draw your head.” He draw more lines rising up from the neck, curving into Awaits’ forehead, adding darker lines for his little horns and eyes.

“I like your modesty, Awaits, but I think you should give yourself a little credit.” Nostrils, some shading on the snout. “You’re a gentle yet strong mage, and have a talent for speech.” Some scale detail. “I think if you let yourself see yourself for how great you really are, you could look…”

A pencil drawn smile, small but confident.

“…Like this.”

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Awaits was caught unaware of the dopey grin plastered on his face as Swings was speaking to him, and found himself even chuckling lightly at the small smile embedded in his drawn face. He shook his head.

"A t... talent for ssspeech? I d-don't think ssso, Sssswingsss. I don't... don't think talent includesss an unbecoming ssstutter... Honessstly..."

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Nerga’al, or Sharp-of-Blade if you preferre Cyrodillic*he laughs, looking to the other argonian*

Well, t'is noice te meet'che Nergalagalag! Wha' par' o' th' Marsh were ye frum, if'n ye donnae moind me askin'?

Yesss, it's... w-wonderful to m-m-meet one sssuch asss yourssself...

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“I have indeed not seen many of your kind so far into the cold lands.  Porlisss.”  She hissed the name thoughtfully and raised one hand, summoning another pair of shades, copies of herself, to even the numbers.  One of the shades waved back at Awaits.  “And what are your friends called?”

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Oh... Oh my... *Awaits averts his eyes from the shade, put-off by its sudden appearance*

Yea, ye c'n usually foind th' paatru 'n deep Argonia! Though, oi cannae say tha' ye'd wan' te! Mos' of us 're pretty crazy! Heh heh! The big'un nex' te me is Awaits, 'n th' guy wearin' th' mask 's Sorcalin!

Hello. Sorcalin.

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relic-of-blackmarsh replied to your post: *approaches the argonians* hello, bog friends!

*observes the odd pair of lizard men and sticks out his hand, nodding a greeting* i’m doing just fine, marsh-kin

*Porliss takes the offered hand and shakes it eagerly* T'is noice te meet'che boyo! Oi'm foine 's well! Heh heh! Say, wha's yer name?

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Something [Closed RP]

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“Singin’, dancin’, an’ flute playin’?” Tural chuckled, “Tha’s quite a bit. ‘M Tural. Mainly fer me it’s huntin’ an’ fightin’ an’ ‘avin’ fun.”

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"Yessir! Though, t'is a shame oi don' do those t'ings tha' well... bu' oi do do 'em! Heh heh! Ahah! Oi forgo' te add havin' fun 'n there as well! Oi 'ave fun all th' toime! Some moigh' say all oi *ever* 'ave 's fun!"

He spoke excitedly, "T'is noice te meet ye Tural! Heh heh! We'll make good frien's, you an' oi!"