Voice ♦ 001

[septim]

[ The feed sputters then stills, the soft rustling of fabric barely audible before a resonant, virile voice begins to speak. He sounds resigned to his fate, but not defeated. ] If I am to be trapped here, I would like to be useful. I've never been much of a passive spectator...

[ He snaps back into reality, chuckling once in embarrassment. ] Ah, forgive me. My name is Martin Septim, and I'm a healer. Although my means of healing might prove... [ A pause for thought. ] primitive if this device is any indication, I would still like to work tending wounds.

And if that's not possible, a library or bookshop would be fine. [ This time he laughs genuinely, though only once. ] It seems I'm not the only person who's arrived in this realm against their will, but I like finding out things on my own, so I won't bore any of you asking questions that have likely already been answered.

Thank you for your time. [ And the transmission ends. ]

Comments

[septim]

You wanted to slay me? [ An agent of Dagon? No, that can't be, all of the prominent members of the Mythic Dawn were killed. ] What grave? [ A figure of speech? ] I wasn't buried. I turned into a dragon statue.

[heavyhanded]

[ uh what
another pause, because, just, what, ned ]

Have you lost your wits with your head, Stark?

[septim]

What!? [ First this man says he wanted to slay him, then calls him some strange surname? ] Is this some sort of joke? Because I didn't lose my head, I fought a daedric prince then lost my life! I was never beheaded!

[heavyhanded]

A daedric— no, you're wrong. Ilyn Payne took your head himself, with your own blade.

[septim]

No one took my head! [ He's nearly screaming. ] I mingled my blood and soul with the Amulet of Kings, I summoned Akatosh! That is why I died!

[heavyhanded]

[ wow that's
that's kinda un-Starklike, he's gotta admit
gratuitous made up facts aside, of course ]

I don't know if I should be naming you mad, or a liar. Show me your face, Stark.

[septim]

Name the time and place, and I will.

[heavyhanded]

Have you yet found the lodgings?

[septim]

[ Okay, inhale, exhale. ] Yes, I have.

[heavyhanded]

We meet in an hour, at the foot of its steps. We'll see how it is a dead man walks.

[septim]

I'll be there.

[ OOC: Action thread or log? ]