Post by stellan on Feb 28, 2013 0:18:42 GMT -5
Given all of the recent turmoil that had befallen Skyrim, Stellan was incredibly greatful that Whiterun had maintained its neutrality through the civil war. With the empire's surrender to the Aldmeri Dominion and the Stormcloak's obvious leanings toward Nord-supremecist thinking, the fate of Skyrim was truly caught between a rock and a hard place. It was for this very reason that Stellan carried great respect for Jarl Balgruuf. It was so easy for men in power to be corrupted into dealings with such organizations, and Balgruuf always kept the well being of his citizens closest to his heart and stayed out of such conflicts. Whiterun was probably the safest place to live in Skyrim right now. Though, Stellan did sometimes wonder what would happen, should the empire or the Stormcloaks ever come looking for any support. Stellan knew the Companions would swiftly deal with any force that intended to do Whiterun any harm.
It had been a slow day for the Companions, so Stellan had taken it upon himself to do a bit of shopping around Whiterun, buying some supplies for himself, stopping, first, at Belethor's General Goods and Arcadia's Cauldron for ingredients of vegetable soup. It was a meal that Stellan enjoyed taking at least once a day for the health and stamina boost that it gave him. After buying, what he felt to be, an appropriate amount of each ingredient he could find, he made his way over to Warmaiden's for some smithing supplies. Naturally, anything he was able to purchase from the local smithy could probably be purchased from Eorlund Grey-Mane, but Stellan liked supporting local businesses every now and again. It wasn't until he exited the store, carrying a sack of ingots, ores, and leather, when he saw them. Seeing them almost made his skin crawl.
"What the hell are they doing here?" Stellan thought to himself as he moved toward what looked to be a group of warriors in mage robes.
It wasn't everyday that people dressed in a mage's garb entered the town, but it was nothing that really riled Stellan, he usually figured that it was someone from the College of Winterhold with business for the court wizard Farengar, the court wizard. However, these were not normal mages. The gauntlets and the boots they wore were all heavily armored, and Stellan had never known very many mages to be proficient with war hammers. Upon closer inspection, their robes looked like the ones some of the priests wore back in the temple of Mara at Riften. From the amulets they all wore, there was no mistaking it, they were Vigilants of Stendarr.
Though his rage directed towards fanatical groups like the Vigilants had waned considerably since he avenged the murder of his parents, Stellan still carried a certain disdain for anyone who subscribed to the ideology that weres, vampires, and daedra should be killed simply for being what they are. This wasn't to say he didn't think the Vigil served a purpose in Tamriel. Stellan agreed whole-heartedly that there should be warriors who have been specially trained to combat any vampires, weres, and daedra, should they attempt to harm any innocents, but the way the Vigil went about "protecting" Tamriel was several steps too far, at least in Stellan's opinion. Still, in the interest of keeping suspicions of the Companions low and to find out why the Vigilants came to Whiterun, Stellan decided give them a warm welcome.
He approached a blonde woman in the center of the group, presumably the group's leader. He was wearing the armor and ring that Hircine gave him, along with his amulet of Stendarr. Hopefully they would notice the amulet before the ring, if they could recognize the ring at all. "It's not everyday we get the honor of being visited by the Vigilants of Stendarr." Stellan stopped when he was just a foot away from the blonde woman and stuck out his hand, offering a warm smile. "I'm Stellan, one of the Companions of Jorrvaskr. What brings you to Whiterun?"
It had been a slow day for the Companions, so Stellan had taken it upon himself to do a bit of shopping around Whiterun, buying some supplies for himself, stopping, first, at Belethor's General Goods and Arcadia's Cauldron for ingredients of vegetable soup. It was a meal that Stellan enjoyed taking at least once a day for the health and stamina boost that it gave him. After buying, what he felt to be, an appropriate amount of each ingredient he could find, he made his way over to Warmaiden's for some smithing supplies. Naturally, anything he was able to purchase from the local smithy could probably be purchased from Eorlund Grey-Mane, but Stellan liked supporting local businesses every now and again. It wasn't until he exited the store, carrying a sack of ingots, ores, and leather, when he saw them. Seeing them almost made his skin crawl.
"What the hell are they doing here?" Stellan thought to himself as he moved toward what looked to be a group of warriors in mage robes.
It wasn't everyday that people dressed in a mage's garb entered the town, but it was nothing that really riled Stellan, he usually figured that it was someone from the College of Winterhold with business for the court wizard Farengar, the court wizard. However, these were not normal mages. The gauntlets and the boots they wore were all heavily armored, and Stellan had never known very many mages to be proficient with war hammers. Upon closer inspection, their robes looked like the ones some of the priests wore back in the temple of Mara at Riften. From the amulets they all wore, there was no mistaking it, they were Vigilants of Stendarr.
Though his rage directed towards fanatical groups like the Vigilants had waned considerably since he avenged the murder of his parents, Stellan still carried a certain disdain for anyone who subscribed to the ideology that weres, vampires, and daedra should be killed simply for being what they are. This wasn't to say he didn't think the Vigil served a purpose in Tamriel. Stellan agreed whole-heartedly that there should be warriors who have been specially trained to combat any vampires, weres, and daedra, should they attempt to harm any innocents, but the way the Vigil went about "protecting" Tamriel was several steps too far, at least in Stellan's opinion. Still, in the interest of keeping suspicions of the Companions low and to find out why the Vigilants came to Whiterun, Stellan decided give them a warm welcome.
He approached a blonde woman in the center of the group, presumably the group's leader. He was wearing the armor and ring that Hircine gave him, along with his amulet of Stendarr. Hopefully they would notice the amulet before the ring, if they could recognize the ring at all. "It's not everyday we get the honor of being visited by the Vigilants of Stendarr." Stellan stopped when he was just a foot away from the blonde woman and stuck out his hand, offering a warm smile. "I'm Stellan, one of the Companions of Jorrvaskr. What brings you to Whiterun?"