Temerant

Moving away (for now) from the finely aging world of Skyrim and the budding adventures of Igrid as witnessed by the mysterious Foundation Agent, we find ourselves in the interesting and complex world of Temerant...

...(Scene Break)...

Traveling down the road in Baron Henise's territory, heading south towards the coastal town on a route planned a full year back when the troupe's next voyage was designed, is a cohort or 'family' of misfit entertainers.

They, like the Ruh, are traveling performers. They're smaller than the larger groups but larger than the smaller ones. They had jugglers and jesters, sword-swallowers, and hand magicians. Singers and dancers...the staples for all troupes.

This group was not sponsored by any Baron or noble alike. They were never so lucky...

Although many nobles decided to hire performers and have them wear their colors to show the common people the graciousness and support of their lords, most nobles couldn't care less about the common people.

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In this group was an ex-pickpocket, and current stage magician named Elliot. He was a dark-skinned man with a firm build. Handsome, but not overly so although the dazzling dress and temperament appealed to many women.

He was a Traveler from Dome City who recently took over this body, and after a few weeks of acclimating, he began to enjoy his new profession and interesting set of skills.

As an ex-criminal turned responsible citizen, he knew how to survive in this dangerous world and was well-traveled. Competent and experienced enough to live a busy yet fulfilling life as an entertainer.

However, as Elliot came to find out, this world was not open-minded. In the town back, everything was going well during their usual night show but a religious citizen began to accuse him of practicing the 'dark arts' simply because his trick was too convincing.

Although not real magic, it appeared to those fanatics to be the work of a devil....he was attacked and beaten down by the townsfolk and the entire troupe was quickly forced to leave.

.....(Current Time)....

*groan*

With a painful grunt, Elliot sat up in his bandaged and bruised state and looked out of the moving wagon's curtain. He looked over the rolling hills and breathed deeply. The ocean breeze that crept its way inland filled his lungs leaving behind a refreshing scent.

'Maybe it's time that I shirk this familiar and comfortable group in favor of experiencing this vast and interesting world myself. There has to be a better place to perform compared to entertaining these ungrateful, and insane townsfolk after weeks of traveling on a wooden chair...'

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Eventually arriving in a port town, Elliot informed the troupe leader that he was taking a look around the city. After an hour or so of walking and sightseeing, dodging a few fellow pickpockets and street urchins along the way, he saw a bustling port with various-sized ships unloading their cargo.

"Selling tickets to Tarbean!..." a ship hand was standing near a passenger vessel advertising its next voyage, trying to get enough passengers to fund the trip.

"Beautiful city South of Imre, selling tickets to Tarbean!!!..."