Flogir
Flogir, with a glass of mead in hand and a flushed face, approached the sombre looking Imperial. He offered his free hand.
"The name's Flogir. I was just wondering, now with that Dunmer gone, what that was all about? Seems odd for a sudden attack like that, but I guess you two have a history of some sorts?" he inquired, looking at the Imperial thoughtfully.
Ian
As Ian walked into the great hall, a Nord offered his hand and introduced himself. Ian cautiously took the Nord's hand and shook it. "My name is Ian, I'm a 'private contracter'." Then in respounce to Flogir's question. "Yes, we know each other, and sudden attacks tend to be a ninja's style. Don't they?" If not his tone, Ian's look should have translated to: Let's keep the past, the past. Mind your own mead. he hoisted his pack over his shoulder, as he was already back in his graduation robes...... then as an afterthought. "His name is Karn." And he decided to pay the tavern a visit, I won't drink anything, but instead just kill time...... then I'll skip town.......
Flogir
Flogir watched Ian walk away placidly. He shook his head slowly side to side, a bit of a smirk on the corner of his mouth.
Not a social person it seems... he mused as he returned to his drink.
He understood that some people rather left things about the past go unsaid. Heck, he was guilty of it himself; as he was often not in the mood to speak of his service in Kvatch often. It was still somewhat painful, even to this day.
Flogir's smirk faded as images of those hellish times rose to the foreground of his mind. Instead it was replaced with a somber expression.
Now is definitely the time to get drunk... he thought as he drained his mug of ale and went to go get another one.
Rann
Rann stood still as the crowd began to disperse. With the main excitement over, many of the servants began to slvage what they could of the feast. It amazed him how fast everything was fixed. The courtyard of the palace looked as if nothing had happened to disturb the merriment. More partygoers began to arrive, joyous music began to play, and food was being served.
He suddenly realized that he hadn't moved, so he sheathed his weapon and headed towards the great hall, swiping a piece of pie on his way.
He knew that Satyana would probably be busy with healing the bosmer, but he had to talk to her. Shielding his mind was now a priority.
Before he got halfway there, he noticed Ian leaving.
"You're going to chase that guy, right?" he asked, referring to Karn, of course.
ian
As he walked into the couryard Ian noticed Rann. "No, I'll probably slam into him somewhere; that's how it's always been between Karn and I." It was truth, we always run into one another at the wrong times. "Perhaps we might see each other again, Rann, but contracts, clients, and money await me." Ian continued down the road, or I could follow them for awhile.
In the tavern, Ian took a roll of partchment and scribbled out a message:
Issac,
Meet me in the Imperial City next Loredas. I think I just found some prodagies......
Bring some hackle-lo with you.
Regards,
Your father
He made several handsigns and the letter vanished, whisked away to Morrowind. Ian decided to rest his eyes for a few minutes and fell asleep........
Rann
Rann let him go, and continued on his way. He entered the room to witness a nord filling himself with mead, Satyana healing the bosmer, and some breton guy being a little more than friendly.
As much as he wanted to hang out with a drinking nord, he couldn't teach the art of keeping telepaths out of your mind.
"Hey." he said to Satyana as he approached, killing whatever moment there may have been. At that moment he noticed Satyana's eyes.
Not used to seeing that outside of the mirror. he thought, not even guessing that he could possibly have a nord for a sister.
Flint Ironwood, on the castle walls.
Flint sighed with relief. His trick had apparently worked and he was still alive. Flint removed the hood and descended to the nearest table where he swiped a bottle of Flin to ease his nerves.
,,I'm definitely not meant for this madness."
Satyana
Satyana smiled at Jonathan, " Yes, well itīs miss, Iīm not married or anything like that....ehm Iīm studying alchemy, martial arts, history this semester.....hmm so what are you doing Jonathan?" She really liked this ma....he was so nice.....
Maybe??hmmm, Iīd relly like to know him better, I hope Dalrus wonīt mind, he seems a bit interested in me..
Then Rann came along interrupting the moment, that was annoying indeed, but ...he was family after all, even if he didnīt relly know yet..
"Rann? whatīs wrong?" Then she instictively knew what he was after....
"Ok, Iīm coming"
Turning to Jonathan she sighed : "Jonathan, excuse me a sec, I think Iīll have to have a word with Rann here, but please donīt go away, Iīd really like to talk to you more"
With those words she turned bac to Rann, looking him straight into his eyes...
"Come on then, weīll have to take this somewhat private"
Dalrus, Chorrol
Dalrus saw Jonathan being interested in Satyana, and while under any normal circumstance Dalrus would be happy for Satyana, this made her sad. A tear rolled down her cheek, though it did not mess up her make up. She walked from her booth and a bunch of guys at a table whistled and yelled at her. She ignored them and walked inside. "How can he be so heartless," she growled to herself. Suddenly Teekeeus came out of the corner. "Dalrus, come, come quick to the mages guild needs to discuss something" he said leading her off. He got on his flea bitten pony and rode off towards the Oak traffic circle. Dalrus got on Ryyden, her snow white mare, and rode after him.
The mages guild was in an uproar as she arrived. "Dalrus, Rieanr is dead." said Teekeeus as she arrived. "What?!" she said, her eyes wide in disbelief. Rieanr was Dalrus's mentor when she first started, and since then they had been good friends. Dalrus felt the cold realitly and tears rolled down her cheeks. Two heart-crushing things in a row, first Jonathan then this.
"How??" she said horrified.
"We don't know, however, she was covered in burns of some kind, though we have never seen this magic before. She...she was killed slowly." Teekeeus seemed to be holding back tears. He swallowed, "She chased after a necromancer who had attacked a farm west of Chorrol. We told her to let Bruma handle as it had just moved into their jurisdiction. She would hear none of that and went after him. We heard nothing for a month, when suddenly a rider came from Cheydinhal. He said he found one of our members, judging by her symbol on her robe." he took a breath. "That was about an hour ago and she was not dead yet. She was suffering, and she awoke, though she was barely concious. She whispered one word, 'Möldairę,'" He stopped. Dalrus felt cold when he said that evil word.
"What are we going to do?" she asked Teekeeus.
"I will go see Silnder the Arch-Mage. Fear not, he is the most intelligent person in the civilized world, he will know what to do," he said getting a bag ready. "Dalrus, its time you learn everything," he said taking her into a back room and teaching her many things of magic. She had the skill and magic reserve, she just needed to know the spells that would make her worthy of a master.
Green-Root, near Cheydinhall.
The Argonian wandered through the forest. There was a fire nearby which meant, people to rob. He crouched down among the bushes, his green scales forming the perfect camouflage.
,,I can't wait to get there. I mean, I have this feeling. If we join this guy, we'll rule the worl!" A half-drunk Nord shouted to his companions who were seated around the campfire.
,,Yeah, that mental call is something I just can't resist."
Green-Root listened with interest. He too had heard the voice speak in his mind yet he knew he could resist it. Still, everything pointed to a possible fortune to be made here. He would find the owner of that voice and serve him, for now.
Green-Root slipped away from the fire without being noticed. It would do him no good to get on the bad side of his potential employer by killing these men and taking their possessions.
The Silhouette, Near Cheydinhal
The Silhouette's influence was growing, countless were answering his call. All the goblins from the mountains, thousands, would answer his call. For now they waited in their caves, while the bandits all moved into the Valus mountains. Silnder rode into the came followed by seven mages who were of different positions within the mages guild. Dark brotherhood assasins came too, along with blackwood company soldiers. The Silhouette and the rest of the Möldairę stopped with their rides through the forest, their shadow was already a rumour around Cyrodiil. The voice of the Silhouette was heard everywhere in the minds of those who were wicked. A tribe of Orcs came down from the Velothi mountains, though not evil at first, orcs grew angry at being called barbarian, and all the prejudice. The count of Cheydinhall and morrowind had long drivin them into the mountains. No longer, now they would strike back.
The silver tongued leader of the black bow bandits marched up to the mountains one day, follwed by around three hundred archers. Rendav was famous for her wits and the Silhouette was expecting her.
"Greetings Dark One," she bowed before him.
"Speak for me..." the Silhouette hissed, he was not visible in the dark cave, all that was seen was two glowing purple eyes.. He had sent her a message that she would be his archer leader along with being his communication to any normal people who wanted to visit.
Kayark-gro-yalash came down from morrowind followed by five hundred orc warriors. "We fight for you, and freedom!" he said bowing his head and lifting his enourmous battle axe. Durzog riders came in bearing news that the empire was fearful, but had not yet learned of what exactly was in the mountains
"They will never know what who was up here" the silhouette said in an evil whisper. "I am a myth, to them, only a myth" he said looking over Cyrodiil from the high mountains.
Voltar, in his hideaway North of Anvil
Voltar was becoming annoyed by the whisperings of some voice inside his mind. It always wanted him to go to the East, to meet with the owner. Well he had things to do! His intentions were not truely evil, simply an obsessesion that could be the downfall of others. Voltar didn't understand the concept of evil, all he understood was that he wanted to free Veric. To meet a man who weilded such power would prove beneficial to himself.
Brushing the whisperings aside, Voltar continued to search through the pages of a thick book.
Soon, Veric, I will have you out of that place you call home, he thought.
Flint Ironwood, leaving the castle.
Flint finished his flin and decided he needed some time alone. He cast his jump spell which took him to the top of the castle. Up there, he felt his eyes wander off to the east. Something was pulling him. Not quite him, but a small dark part hidden inside him. He shivered as vague images of a shadowy being in a ruined city flashed in front of his eyes.
,,What happened in Lainlalten? I've never quite been myself since then." He thought.
Flint shook his head and climbed down the wall till he reached the ground again. He went back to the Lokken tavern where he told the place's owner to keep his horse and wagon. He then lied down on the bed in his room. Maybe he would go to the east, maybe not.
Green-Root, near Cheydinhall.
Green-Root found what he was looking for in the form of a gathering army. Goblins, Orcs, humans and elves. All kinds of creatures where there. Even a few Daedra marched around. The Argonian walked along the groups casually, hoping to find whoever was in charge here so that he could offer his services.
(Note, the dark part inside Flint is actually the bit Mazelure planted inside him during To Heir is Human I. Mazelure was a being of pure evil and as such would definitely respond to the Silhouette's voice. Since Mazelure doesn't seem to be involved with the rp anymore, I'll just have it act like some sort of Silhouette alarm. Not that Flint understands the meaning of his feelings.)
Rann
It was one of the most far-fetched stories he'd ever heard, but for some reason he believed it.
"Alright then, Sis, what now? My father told me about Veric - somehow excluding my siblings from the story - and he should be dead. I think we're safe from any would-be killlers. Unless you know something I don't?"
Ian
Ian woke with a start as a rough hand shook him awake. The bartender of the Lokken, was standing beside his seat. "You might consider leaving, 'cause were closing for the night." Said the Bartender. Ian shrugged and walked out to the cool evening air. Might as well search the castle for those kids, he thought.
To his surprise, Ian found everyone gathered in the great hall of Castle Chorrol. The flirting boy was half-asleep on the bench. While Rann and...... Satyana, that was it, stood milling around. Their actually pretty similar now that we're not in a fight. Ian paused to think it over..... Could they be siblings?
Rahvin
"Send me instead." Rahvin pleaded.
"No." the Countess replied, "I won't have your son doing your entire job. He'd make a terrible mess of things without you telling him what to do. He has nowhere near the amount of experience you do."
"Then why send him off on this kind of mission?"
"He won't be alone, Rahvin, and I want you here to do your job."
They grew nearer to the door to the great hall, and fell silent.
Rann
Rann noticed him fumbling with his patch, but didn't ask about it, or even act as if he had noticed.
Everyone has their secrets. he thought, rubbing his arm where his tattoo sat under his clothes. He knew it was more than mere ink, as it looked identical to his father's. No artist could recreate such a thing with such precision.
What exactly it was, he never found out.
"Great, that means I can get going." he answered, not caring much for fame. He turned to leave, but was stopped as the Countess and his father entered.
"Sit down, Rann." the Countess ordered.
As he sat, she looked around. "There's only three of you. Where are the others?" She asked.
"Satyana should be here soon." Rann replied. "Don't know about anyone else."
"Well it looks like we'll be waiting here for awhile, doesn't it?" the Countess said as she sat down in her own large, comfortable, and imposing throne.
Ian
Ian crossed his arms over his chest. This doesn't bode well....... Wonder what could upset sweet Valga He thought jokingly..... He could think these thoughts because he was experienced in disiplines that helped guard one's mind from intrution. The Countess and an older Dunmer strode into the room. Now that Ian thought of it Rann greatly resembled this older mer.
He certainly looked more experienced than the young man. Could be his father.... He mused. Ian took a leaning position on the wall arms still crossed, and stared at the floor. Might as well see how this turns out..........
Flogir
By the time Flogir arrived at the meeting, most of the participants in the fight were all ready waiting. Even the Countess was present.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, his words slurred by alcohol, "I was busy.... celebratin'." A sheepish grin spread across his face.
"I brought an extra mug of ale. Who wants it?" he asked, raising the mug in the air, the head of the ale slopping over the rim of the glass onto the floor.
"Sorry! Sorry!" he said apologetically.
Damnit fool! Don't embarass yourself in front of the noble! he chided himself as he tried to compose himself.
OOC: minque asked that we drag Satyana along, so we can take minimal control of her
Rann
Rann raised his hand when Flogir asked who wanted the ale, but promptly put it back down when he caught the Countess sending him a not-so-friendly glare.
Satyana entered then, for some reason taking a bit longer than he to get down here. She quietly sat down and waited for the meeting to officially begin.
"Where's the bosmer? And that other breton?" he asked, trying to get the Countess's attention away from his previous slip-up.
Flogir
"Don't get your undergarmets in a knot, I only spilt a little," Flogir said heatedly as he headed towards the chair.
"I'll gladly take that chair though," he said as he handed the extra mug over to Jonathan.
"Take it, it'll calm your nerves. You seem a little uppity," he said chuckling, a wide grin on his face. He then remembered the current situation, so he forced a serious expression and looked around at everyone else.
"So what's the point to this meeting? Or are there some more people to wait for yet? I think I remember that the pretty lass from the Lokken Inn was helping us out. She's probably went home..." he said to no one in particular.
Rann
"Right, weren't you kissing her earlier?" he asked, in an overly innocent tone.
And not half an hour before moving on to my sister. Scumbag.
Flogir
Flogir guffawed. "I guess I should've brought an extra mug of ale for you as well, Sel," he said, still unaware of Rann's real name.
Having spent a lot of his time listening to people talk. Flogir had a good idea on hidden meanings when people said things. For instance, he could tell that Sel wasn't very impressed with Jonathan's character. Sure, Jonathan can be a bit of an boatmaster, but he seemed to be the type you could either tolerate or even like. Flogir had to admit, even with just the little bit of talking he had done with all the people here, he figured he could talk with Jonathan the easiest. He seemed to at least have a sense of humour.
Ohwell, things can't always be perfect for me, can they? he thought absently.
Ian
As the conversation continued Ian noticed that the older assassin seemed as detatched from the dialog as he was. Spurred on by some onconsious habit Ian abandoned his position on the wall, and approached the Dunmer. "Greetings, assassin," he adressed him in a measurebly quiet voice. "I take it that Rann is your son." Then without waiting for an answer. "He has quite a bit of potential." Ian would gadge the elf's response and find out his basic character...... Hopefully he is a kindred spirit......
Flogir
Flogir laughed loudly to coverup his embarassment. He should've known that Rann wouldn't have used his real name for such business.
"Of course I know who the real Sel is, or was, or whatever. Maybe the name became popular because of what he did, ya know. It has been over 20 years. There can be more than one Dunmer named Sel," Flogir said to cover himself. He decided to add something else.
"My name IS Flogir, if any one of you are wondering now."
Flogir sat back in his chair, annoyed now that people seemed to be questioning his intelligence. Then a thought crossed his mind.
Damn! I should've blamed the booze! That would've been better...
Rann
"Yeah, Sel's kind of a childhood hero of mine. First name that popped into my head at the time, I guess." he said, respecting Sel's wish for privacy by not revealing the fact that he knew the mer.
Rahvin
Rahvin smiled a bit. "If he ever gets something between those ears, he'll do fine." he said in response to Ian.
He looked over at the countess, who seemed very frustrated at the tardiness of the few absent guests, as well as the conversation before her.
Ian
Ian cocked his, but nodded. "Don't worry," He gestured toward the young ones. "Their under my wing and I'll do all I can to see that everyone gets out of this in as few pieces as possible."
Then he paused. "I know how it is to raise a boy without a mother to lend a hand." A thought went through Ian's mind. "What kind of assassin training did you get? Professional or self-taught?"
If it's the later, then this mer might not be all I thought he was......
Rahvin
"Started as a thief in the Imperial City, ended up killing a lord, went to prison...long story. But of course, if these other people don't show up soon, I may have time to tell you all about my entire thirty nine years of life."
Flogir
Flogir was sitting so nice and comfortably in his chair that he suddenly felt very drowsy. The alcohol was certainly adding to the effective of his sleepyness.
Before he knew it, Flogir passed out on the chair, head slumped against the armrest, and his mouth wide open.
OCC: I'm off to bed myself, so I'm done for tonight. Depending on when the other characters "get" here, I'll keep him asleep until I get back on tomorrow. Night peeps!
Flint Ironwood, being rudely disturbed.
,,Are you the false assassin?" Flint awoke upon hearing the commanding voice. He rolled over in his bed to see who had spoken. It was an Imperial Guard.
,,Oh, great. I didn't know they would take it that personal."
,,Yeah, I am. What do you want?" He asked back.
,,The countess wants to see you, quite some time ago actually." The guard snapped.
Flint now knew he really was in trouble. He dressed up in his full gear just in case and then jumped all the way to the meeting room, entering the place through an open window.
,,Ok, now what is going on? All I was trying to do was prevent this huge brawl, which didn't quite work out. Now why do I have to be pulled out of my bed like that?" He demanded to know. It was then that he realized he wasn't alone.
,,Oh, hi guys."
Rann
He had been about to answer Jonathan, when Flint came through the window. HE used it as an excuse to change the subject.
"Nice of you to join us."
OOC: gotta go to work, so I won't be on again for about seven hours or so.
Flogir
Flogir woke by the arrival of Flint. He was a bit confused on why he was here.
"What are you doing here Flint? This here's for the people that helped out at the fight," he said. But then something dawned on him, "Oh, you were the Dark Brotherhood looking fellow! To tell ya the truth, I thought that would've been very stupid for an assassin to do, announcin' himself like that, but I understand now why ya did it."
Jonathan Constantine
"Humph, sense when did the Dark Brotherhood decide to help out with anything.. Mad cultists.." Jonathan mused dissaprovingly. "I mean, it's not like we didn't need your help but... Odd situations I guess.."
It did perplex him why a Brotherhood member would be so keen to help everyone, much more why he would announce what he was.. "People know his secret now.."
Dalrus, On her way to the Castle
A guard from the court of the countess came to the mages guild and told her she was wanted. Dalrus sighed and walked outside. The cool night air was refreshing from the overly warm inside of the mages guild where one of the alchemist had just made a new potion. Heat always came off from the mixtures and it became stuffy. She got on Ryyden and rode off towards the castle at a quick gallop.
She arrived and gave her reigns to one of the guards. He was about to refuse when he saw what the rider looked like and he blushed when she smiled at him. She walked into the main court of Ariana Valga and gave a respective nod to her. She rolled her eyes when she saw Jonathan and Satyana, and smiled at Rann, Rahvin, Ian, Flint, and Flogir
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
The Slhouette felt the presence of another skilled warrior enter the mountains. Thousands of warriors were in the hills, however, they were fairly well hidden.
Rendav came to meet this argonian. "What brings you here!" she said sternly
Flint Ironwood, angry.
Flint got a bit angry at that bad. Still, he supposed it could be useful to be seen as an assassin. Rahvin knew of course that he was actually a big wimp but if the real assassin kept his mouth shut, no one would know.
,,What I do and why is my own affair. Now why exactly are we here?"
Green-Root, near Cheydinhall.
The Argonian bowed. ,,I have come to offer my services. This looks like the kind of thing I would want to be a part of. Though why did you come, and not your boss? Does he think it is below him to take care of his bussiness personally?" He said with an evil grin.
Flogir
Upon seeing Dalrus enter the room, Flogir was estatic. "Hooray! Now that everyone is here, we can get things started right?" he asked looking around. He then turned to the Countess. "So are we getting rewards or something? Because if so, I'd rather have some sort of artifact or special object rather than money. I've run into quite a decent amount of that recently."
Seeing the serious expression on the Countess though, he figured that that wasn't the reason for this meeting.
Countess Valga
"We're missing the bosmer, but you all can fill him in when he does arrive." she stated, obviously running out of patience.
"After seing you all work today, I've decided that I want you all to act as a scouting crew to report on some odd happenings around Cheydinhal."
"Before I go on, is there anyone who would like to leave? If so, do it now."
Rann
Rann looked around, hoping that Satyana would leave - he didn't want her getting into any danger, even though her healing abilities would be needed.
Flint Ironwood, where everyone else is.
Flint shook his head.
,,With all due respect, don't you think I'm too old for this? I don't like the sound of odd happenings. We could get killed or something." He complained. He then caught sight of Sathyana and Rann. He'd failed to protect their mother. The Breton shook his head once more.
,,Selie is going to kill me for this."
He took one step forward.
,,I'm in. As long as Brianna's children are involved, I'll look after them."
(I'm off to bed in a while. Feel free to control Flint during the conversation.)
Ian
Hearing the countess' question Ian replied. "I'm not backing out of this," Then he paused. "Even if I'm getting older, I'm still the same man who walked into these halls nineteen years ago." But Karn doesn't age as fast as me, so what will I do when I'm too old to fight him?
Countess Valga
"Mr. Constantine, the reward should have been assumed. I don't think so highly of myself as to think that people will do things for the sole reason of pleasing me. We will discuss total payment when you return, but how does a down payment of two thousand gold each sound?"
"I appreciate everyone's cooperation in this, though some motives may be more honorable than others."
Countess Valga
"This employment offer is not permanent. I will not pay you regularly, and I will most certainly not make you a permanent hand. Take the current offer or leave it."
Countess Valga
The countess looked at him quizzically, owndering what brought about the sudden change of heart, but she shrugged it off mentally and nodded.
"I'm glad you find the terms agreeable."
"Now on to business. There have been reports of goblins and other creatures congregating in the wilderness surrounding Cheydinhal. They are mainly reports of overy concerned citizens, but I think that there is more to them than superstition and paranoia, because not one scout that I have sent has returned. I assume that a group such as this will have no trouble in that area, correct? Anyway," she continued, not expecting an actual answer for her question, "I have a feeling that it is a rebellion against the Chancellor, and since he has trouble enough keeping this dying Empire together without an uprising, I want you all to find the leader of this group and bring him to me. Alive if possible, dead if necessary."
Dalrus
"M'lady, the mages guild has been working on this for a short amount of time, and we have one word, though we and know one knows what it means." she took a breath, for some reason the word scared her and it took energy to say 'Möldairę,' was the dying words of one of my friends, though I know not what it means." she said taking another breath. When the word was uttered the room seemed to feel darker, a candle went out.
OOC: The word's meaning is lost and only one account can be found in the elder library.
Countess Valga
Valga was silent for a moment. "Sounds ancient. Most likely has something to do with old magic. I would recommend that you go to the Imperial City then, and visit the Elder Library. It's the only place that could possibly contain such information."
He waved to one of her guards, and he returned with a piece of parchment, an ink vial, a quill, and her royal seal.
She hastily wrote a short message, folded it, and sealed it.
"Bring this to Chancellor Ocato, and search for the meaning of this word. He should allow you entrance to the library." she said, handing the document over to Dalrus.
Dalrus, Chorrol
"Thank you m'lady" she said curtsying and leaving after taking the seal and letter. Before she exited she smiled at Rann and scowled at Jonathan. She got on her horse and rode out of the city with lightning speed, something was going on and she though they should find out very soon.
Ian
While Johnathan was more visible affectedm Ian felt the voice too and quickly glanced at Rahvin to see he'd felt it also.
Issac
Balamora was a grand town, and it should be. He thought, it is House Hlaalu capital after all. Issac took a deep breath and savored a moment of freedom. He didn't get much down time from Blades' affairs. His katana was shown proudly on his waist, and was both imposing and dangerous. I love swords, he thought. Fists are good, but a well-honed blade mades a nice 'swoosh' as it slices through the air.
Issac strode beside the river in the center of Balmora, and watched as a couple of slaughterfish fought over a piece of meat. Then out of nowhere a rolled-up piece of partchment appeared in the air above the river. On instinct alone Issac leapt, caught, and landed on the other side of the waterway. He quickly ran his hand over the note's contents.
Father wants me to meet him in the Imperial City? That's odd, but I might as well make use of this down time........ Then Issac grinned at himself, doesn't he know I like to smoke hackle-lo as much as he does?
And with the same fast travel technique that Ian had taught him, Issac teleported to the main palace of the Imperial City.....
Countess Valga
She didn't do much more than blink, and Dalrus was gone, apparently misunderstanding her.
"I want you all to catch up with her, but first you may take supplies from both the kitchens and the armory if needed. Rahvin will show you the way."
Rahvin
Rahvin motioned for the others to follow, and headed towards the armory.
Ian
Ian caught the last bit of Johnathan's question and decided to speak. "I did as well, I think it has something to do with our demons and that voice might be something calling out to people with powerful evils."
Rahvin
Rahvin finally led them to the armory, and spoke, interrupting the conversation on purpose - he didn't want to think about the feeling he had, much less talk about it.
"Here it is. Personally, I think all of this is total compassion, but you may find something useful." he announced.
There was mostly equipment used by guards, but there were a few other things as well, all scattered around on various tables, hanging on walls, or sitting on stands.
Dalrus, Near Chorrol
"Whoa there lass, where are you going in such a hurry" a guard on horse back came up to her. "I was sent on business from the court," she said angrily.
"Well miss, we're going to have to halt you for a moment, a bear was spotted on the road and we cannot allow you to head there" he said protectively.
"Very well, i will just wait until you say it is all clear, a bear will not stay there for too long" she said riding back into the city. She realized that she had left in such a haste that the rest of the group wasn't even on their way out yet. "Goodness they must think me a fool" she said to herself. "Though one of them is more fool than I'll ever be" she again said.
Flogir
Flogir had kept quiet during the meeting, him sticking around was evidence enough that he wanted to be apart of this. The payment sounded nice on his ears.
When they arrived in the armoury, it struck him that all his equipment was back on his cart. "Rahvin, I don't need anything here. All my equipment is back on my cart though. Would it be all right if I just meet everyone at the gates?" he asked, anxious to get back to his cart.
Rahvin
Rahvin shrugged. "I don't care. Knock yourself out."
"Told you it was compassion." he commented when nobody grabbed anything. "On to the kitchens then."
There they found a bunch of packs filled with preserved food, ready to go.
"Grab a pack and go. Someone should probably carry one for Dalrus."
Flogir
Flogir immediately followed Rahvin to the kitchens and picked up his pack. He quickly dismissed himself from the group and hurried to the Lokken Tavern.
Once he got there, he payed a stable boy a heafty sum of the gold he had to look after his cart, and likely his donkey, he had forgotten to ask how they were travelling and whether they were being provided with travel.
He grabbed his equipment he wanted. His Kvatch armor, and his broadsword, Iceshard. He also took the throwing darts Flint gave him, just in case. He changed into his chainmail armor, leaving off the platemail chest plate and boots, placing them in his pack.
He shouldered his pack and headed to the front gates, anxious to meet the others and start their mission.
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan picked a pack, its fillings were meager, but well enough for their task. He was actually surprised at the lack of quality items in the armory. Being that he was lack of any real armor, that posed a small problem.
"Well.. I'm going to head out to one of the blacksmiths in town and pick something up.." He didn't wait for a response and left.
After scouring a few different shops, he found a nice large wooden buckler and decided it was well enough. Instead of returning to the castle go he went and met up with Flint.
"You ready for this?" Jonathan said before fastening his cloak cloak around his body, then strapping his buckler on his back and holstering his sword to his left side.
Ian
Johnathan walked out muttering something about seeing a smith. Ian also didn't need anything of the Countess, and excused himself as well. Should I wear my robes or change into my armor? He asked himself. No, if I do need it then this mission is suicide if we can't make it to the Imperial City.
Rann
Everyone else left the kitchens, leaving he and Rahvin standing there.
"So I assume you know about your sister." his dad said.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I knew I wouldn't have time to explain this, so I wrote it down earlier today when the countess told me her plans." Rahvin answered, handing Rann a very wrinkled piece of parchment. "Now go before you ge left behind."
"You're not coming?"
Rahvin shook his head.
"Oh." Rann said. "Alright then. See you in a week or two." Then he grabbed his pack as well as Dalrus's since nobody else did, and started to leave.
"Wait." Rahvin said. "Take this too."
Rann took the object out of his hand and asked, "A glove?"
"It belonged to an old aquaintance. His name was Cerpin."
"Uh...okay." Rahvin said, stuffing the letter and the glove into his pocket before heading out the door.
He mounted his father's horse and headed towards the main gate.
"Who are we waiting for?" he asked.
Satyana and Flogir were already there. He assumed that Dalrus was a ways ahead already.
Flint Ironwood, preparing.
Flint nodded. ,,I'm as ready as I'll ever will be. I still don't like it though." He replied when Jonahtan walked up to him. The Breton didn't need to do a thing, he was already walking around as if there was a war going on. He summoned his Daedric bow and fired a single arrow at the row of practice dolls in the courtyard. The Daedric shaft shot cleanly through the first two and remained stuck in the third.
,,Hmm, a bit too low. I'm not going to hit the heart like this." He commented as he allowed his bow to vanish.
,,Come on. Let's head for the gate. The sooner we're done with this, the better."
The gate wasn't two far and they arrived soon enough to see that they were already expected.
Flogir, at the front gate
Flogir greeted the party members upon their arrival. When Rann arrived Flogir asked him a question.
"Should I go get my mule? Because I'm not sure how we're travelling to the Imperial City."
If I'm stuck walking or using that mule... it's going to be a long trip
He shouldered his pack once more into a more comfortable position, waiting for an answer.
Rann
"Mules are slow, but faster than walking. Your choice, I guess."
Jonathan Constantine
"compassion.." Jonathan dropped his pack and ran back into town. "I can't believe I forgot to pick up Lila.." He raced back through the streets and found the stable where he commited his horse.
After negotiating an outragous price, Jonathan got his horse back and galloped back to the party.
"Sorry about that.." He patted Lila's neck, "Couldn't leave my girl."
Flint Ironwood, gate.
Flint shrugged. ,,I sold my horse. Guess I'll just go back to the old walk and jump routine." He said and drew his cloak around him a bit tighter.
,,Well then, shall we be on our way?"
Flogir
Flogir rushed back to the Lokken stables to retrieve his mule. Cursing under his breath for all ready expecting that answer and not acting on it till now.
Within minutes Flogir was back atop his mule. With a saddlebag full of extra food and potions for injuries and diseases.
"Well I'm ready, I figure we'll catch up to Dalrus quickly," he said hopefully.
Rann
"Off we go, then." he said, urging his horse to go on. He galloped on ahead of the others until he met up with Dalrus, who was sitting atop her horse, waiting for something.
"Waiting for us?" he asked as he pulled up beside her.
Flint Ironwood, strolling along.
Flint, being on foot, caught up a bit later.
,,Good evening." Was all he said before diverting his attention to their surroundings. That odd feeling trying to pull him to the east had returned.
Dalrus, Near Chorrol
"Yeah, i left to quickly, to...get some fresh air and realized you guys weren't behind me," she said embarrased to rann.. "There is apparently a bear on the road, and the guard wont let us through," she said rolling her eyes. "So is the rest of the group coming" she said looking ran in the eyes
Rann
"Well you left this." he said, tossing her the pack that she never stayed around to recieve. "It's got some food and water, as well as the two thousand."
Flogir
Flogir rode in the middle of the pack, keeping to himself for now. He didn't necessarily feel like talking at the moment, as the booze had made him quite tired.
Yawning widely, Flogir tried to shift himself into a comfortable position. Turning towards his nearest neighbour, he asked them to wake him should the need arrive.
After that he closed his eyes and tried to doze off.
Dalrus, Chorrol-Imperial City road
"Thanks," she said smiling at rann. He was a nice guy, and seemed very honest, something she had not seen with any of the guys she had met, except maybe her dead boy friend. She looked over and rolled her eyes, not because of rann but because she was starting to like him. She thought to herself 'how petty can I be, I should get to know people before liking them.' Jonathan had turned his back on her and she scowled when she saw him.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
Come now, to the east!
his voice once again rang out calling those who were evil. His power was growing, things were not right and people were becoming uneasy. The mountains became, darker, sunlight seemed to fade away under the increasing clouds. The Silhouette returned, to an ancient tower up in the highest peaks of the velothi mountains. He was becoming stronger, things were not right in he area. Wild orcs had begun coming out of the mountains, burning villages in morrowind, the house of dres, composed of a council of vampires, seemed to be disputing retaliation against the orcs, which most of the other houses agreed to.
"I suppose the Silhouette is not meeting you for his own reasons" she said to the argonian "and I would have no idea what those reasons are. We know not his name and we know not his reasons for anything" she said to the argonian.
Flint Ironwood, surprised.
Flint's eyes shot to the east.
,,There it is again. I overheard some of the guards back in town. They said that the prisoners had gone mad, screaming that a voice told them to go to the east." He spoke carefully.
,,I personally feel the same pull but I don't hear a voice. Maybe I'm not susceptible enough. Still, what if I go mad? I suggest you guys keep an eye on me in case I go crazy."
Green-Root.
The Argonian showed his wicked grin once more.
,,Then you don't know a lot. Now am I hired?"
Rann
Dalrus's smile had thrown off his concentration enough to break down the mental barrier he had been putting up. It wasn't as if his concentration was that strong anyway.
"I heard it that time." he commented.
Dalrus, Chorrol-IC road
Dalrus noticed the change in everyone and felt some power from the east as well. Something was not right. "Flint, i will watch do not worry, if you start to go crazy i will feel it." she said assuring him. "We have a whole day ahead of us and we should be in the city within at least twelve hours" she said to no one in particular.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
"Yes, you can be a part of us" she said to the argonian. "My name is rendav, i am the leader of the black bow bandits, and mouth of the Silhouette."
The Silhouette stood looking over Cyrodiil once more. To his back a burning city of Morrowind, recently raided, to his front, lush green lands. Goblins by the thousands were pouring in and most of the major tribes had now come.
Ian, making his own way to the Imperial City
Ian rushed through the forest between Chorrol and the Imperial city. He wished he could travel as fast as karn, who could move so fast he dissappeared, ian however could only become a blur. Of course I'm not an elf, now am I? He thought wryly. As he leapt over a stream he halted. "Come to the East?"
Ian paused, this voice is getting on my nerves. he thought angerly. But I can't be the only one hearing it, so could it be that anyone with a small bit of evil in them hears this voice? This prospect troubled him. Only something of great power could cast this message over Tamriel.....
Karn
The Valus Mountains were huge, but Karn picked his way through the brush steadily. The voice is strong and it has to be a vile creature to affect things from such a distance...... I can't wait to find its source.
As he topped the next rise he beheld an unexpected sight, as far as the could see, there were beings who felt the voice's touch. With the shock gone, Karn smirked. This will be very enjoyable.
As he walked into the mob of goblins, bandits, man, and mer, an Agronian and Orc female were conversing and Karn decided to investigate.......
Sodsa Hekal A bit behind on things
ooc: I'm going to say what he did with Jonathan and then blank out, and coming back at the present time.
Sodsa smiled at Jonathan's joke and more or less collapsed on the bed in the room. No sooner had Jonathan left the room, Sodsa passed out from loss of blood.
Sodsa opened his eyes and stood up, but he was no longer in the castle, well, sort-of. Sodsa turned around only to see everything but the bed he was in burning, the castle was razed, along with everything else for the most part, save a shack or two. The whole horizon was on fire, as far as the eye could see and an ebony tower the almost touched the sky was in the place of the once righteous white gold tower that stood in the imperial city. As Sodsa walked through the dream world he saw the faces of many friends and some of those that he met recently. There was a laugh from a clocked figure perched on one of the buildings and after it started to turn away, Sodsa felt as if his body was on fire, then everything flashed, and went black.*
Sodsa sat up in the bed in a cold sweat. "What in Oblivion was that? Literally." Sodsa muttered and raised his arm to wipe the sweat and hair from his eyes, forgetting that that was his wounded arm. Sodsa grunted and did the job with his other one. "Not as bad but it still hurts."
Sodsa swung his legs off the bed and walked through the remotely empty castle. He saw a lady walking down the hall and he reach to touch her, "Excuse me Miss I-" Before he could say any more two guards tackled him when he touched the lady. "Blast, the Hell was that fo-"
"Shut it Bosmer, and never touch the Countess again."
Sodsa cursed himself. "The Countess, My apologies, I was wondering what happened, and if we won."
The Countess almost smiled and signaled the guards off of him. "I see, you must be the missing warrior that helped save the town. I just send the others on a mission to stop the evil in the east. They should be outside the town by now, you had best hurry up."
Sodsa stood up and brushed himself off, "My apologies again, Well i think i'll take my leave now, Chao." Sodsa bowed and took a few steps back before turning and headed to the front gate of the town.
*ooc: Okay... yeah sorry for the long post, wanted to get back into the loop.... anyways, about the dream. For those of you that arn't into time gazing, farseeing, whatever the heck you want to call it, what people see isn't necessarily what is going to happen, so please don't flame me on saying all you peeps will die... well, i've talked enough
edit: the thingy on the building,
Flogir, dreaming
A black miasma enveloped Flogir's vision. It felt bitterly cold and barren in the darkness when suddenly two shafts of light erupted in his mind's eye. Only these shafts of light were far from inviting. They were a bright, but deep purple colour, shaped so that Flogir percieved them to be quite menacing. "Come to the east!" it whispered in a voice that sounded much like a hiss. The only thing was that it was so loud that Flogir thought his ears would explode. "Come to the east!"
Flogir shuddered in his mule and woke.
"By the Divines!" he said in a shocked whisper, and nearly fell from his mule.
Suddenly, Flogir decided he didn't need to sleep anymore.
Dalrus, Road to the Imperial City
Dalrus thought a lot about the goings on, and about Jonathan. He had obviously looked at Satyana in an interested way, though it was half Satyana's fault and Dalrus knew that Yana was definitely interested. Dalrus rode next to Jonathan, though she still looked at Rann as she was riding. "Hey Jonathan," she tried to say as normally as possible. Dalrus also realized they never said they were officially going out so she was being unfair to him.
Flogir
"Thanks," Flogir said to Jonathan, "Whatever is doing that must be getting quite powerful if it's affecting me. I consider myself a nice guy!"
He didn't know if his quip would lighten the mood or not but it was worth a try. He noticed that Dalrus was initiating a conversation with Jonathan, and judging by her expression, Flogir thought it was meant to be a private one.
"I'll just excuse myself," he said to the two before pushing his mule up ahead of them. Maybe he would talk with Rann a bit.
Ian, outskirts of Lake Rumare
He took another bounding leap and passed through the treeling. Ian beheld the granduer of the Imperial City. It was built like a clock each arranged around a single huge tower, White Gold Tower, The Imperial Palace.
The entire city was situated on an island in the center of Lake Rumare. The only way to enter the city (aside from swimming) was the long bridge that connected City Isle with the rest of Cyrodiil. In terms of military tactics, it was a steel nut. The guard could hold off a powerful army for months before the walls were breached.
Ian closed his eyes and reached out to his surroundings. Ah, there almost here. i might have a few hours before they arrive. Then he searched the city for one mind in particular. Issac..... He called out.
Ian, listening in
Ian was caught unaware when he heard Johnathan's thoughts, but then he realized that he was still reaching out to them. He decided to tell them what he thought. "I think that the voice calls out to people that have done...... less than virtuace things before." Then Ian heard Issac's responce. "I'm waiting for you father." He smiled. "Good, I have a few friends I'm bringing along with me, and want you to join the party." "Of course," was Issac's reply. "I'll see you soon."
Dalrus, Imperial City Road
Dalrus smiled at his studder. She hoped he still cared for her but did not press him. "I have felt a great power to the east. And a feeling, a horrible feeling. It feels as if all warmth, all hope has faded in the east. A shadow rests upon those lands, and it is consuming everything. A power rises, and its evil grows. Its as if we are trapped by it, stuck to take our fate" she said looking off into nothingness.
Ian
Johnathan was enraged by his mental communication, but he was wothy of privacy. "Very well, young one. I will meet you all in the Imperial City."
[b]Issac[b]
After answering Ian's call, Issac was awakened from his thoughts by a fellow Blade. "Hail, Knight Brother." he called. "You fancy a sparring match?" Issac thought for a moment, Ian was almost there, but probably wasn't around the corner. "Sure, may your blade strike true." He shouted to the Blade.
As the fully armored warior lumbered forward, Issac crouched and gripped his katana's hilt but did not unsheath it. Not yet......
Sodsa Hekal, a bit behind... still
Sodsa stepped outside and saw no one. "Crap." Sodsa looked around, then looked down the road. "They left me?" Sodsa walked to the priory and looked around for something that would be faster then walking. Sodsa went straight to the stable, and then remembered that Satyana and the lady named Dalrus got the two horses there. "What else is here?"
Sodsa hopped the fence and saw a donkey in the field. Sodsa glanced up and the sky and shook his head "You've gotta be kidding me."
A minute later Sodsa had a donkey 'speeding' down the road toward the Imperial City. "well, I hope I catch up soon. Else i'll never get in the party."
Rann
Rann took out the letter that his father gave him and began to read it.
Rann,
I am sorry that I never told you about your siblings, but at the time, it seemed to be the right thing to do, since we (Serene and I) didn't know what other danger you may have been in. Now that you know, however, you should know the whole story.
Your mother, Brianna, had three children at the same time, miraculously enough, by three different fathers. One of those fathers was obviously me, another was a nordic lord named Jadier, and another was an altmer. We have never learned his identity. Telina, a friend of mine, took your mother to safety and went to chase after your half-altmer sister who had been stolen away by Salina, who happened to be Telina's sister. I assume that she was never found. After that, we all went our separate ways, thinking that it would be harder for anyone to find you if you were all separated without knowledge of each other.
Anyhow, you've asked me about your tattoo for years, and as you've more than likely guessed, it's not mere ink under your skin. It's more like a birthmark that is passed down to every male in our bloodline. It has the power of absorbing magicka in the air about you --be it from enchanted weapons nearby or even mages-- and from there you can channel that power in any way you like, just by thinking it. Be warned, though, only use this power when absolutely necessary. It is to be used as a last resort only; I cannot stress this enough. I say this because the toll it takes on your mind and body is severe. The one and only time that I used its power, I was unconscious for a week, and suffered severe memory loss for nearly a month, not knowing even who I was.
As for the glove, it is only half of what it should be. Cerpin, one of the assassins sent to kill your mother while she was pregnant, had the strange power of being able to take over osmeone's body while leaving his own an empty shell. This left the other poor soul without a body. That power was due to this glove. This glove will allow your soul to take over another's body, but be careful - you are mising a glove, and therefore that person's soul will inhabit the nearest soulless body. Yours.
Good luck on your journey, and I hope this knowledge helps more than it hurts. Burn this letter.
-Your father
"Holy hell." Rann said quietly to himself. He wanted to burn the letter, but being without fire, he began ripping the letter and putting the pieces in his mouth, chewing them, and swallowing.
That should do well enough. he thought.
Flogir
As Flogir pulled up towards Rann, he thought he saw the Dunmer eating what looked like ripped pieces of paper.
What the hell....? Flogir thought, but thought better not to ask.
"How goes it, Se- err Rann?" Flogir asked, biting his tongue in frustration as the slipup.
I might as well stick my fist in my mouth!
"I decided to give those two back there some "alone time", so now you're stuck talking to me!" Flogir said, overemphasising his giddyness and motioning back to Dalrus and Jonathan.
"That is, if you actually wish to talk," he added.
Flogir
"Well I've never found particular interest in the taste of parchment for instance. It does seem that you have, but I'm sure you'd want the reason for trying such a "delicatecy" to go unheard, and I'm fine with that," Flogir said, with a somewhat rambolling state to his voice.
"Given the circumstances on how we first met, it would seem you've had quite the eventful life. You wouldn't happen to have some interesting tales to share you would?" Flogir asked. He was always interested in hearing a good story.
Dalrus, Road
Dalrus looked over at Jonathan and rolled her eyes when she realized he really wasn't concerned with her. She rode up to Rann and Flogir and waved, holding onto the reigns with her other hand. "Yeah talking is a waste unless you have something to say" she said to them. "Though I do not mind petty chit chat as well," she again said. "Hmm paper, we have food you know," she smiled at rann, revealing even perfect teeth.
Rann
He had been about to tell a story, but then Dalrus came riding up.
"I was trying to save the food.." he answered jokingly, still not going to explain himself.
Dalrus, Road
"Works for me," she said laughing. "Thank you for thinking of us," she said jokingly. "But don't let me get in the way of your story, I too would like to hear a story," she smiled at him, brushing her hair which was flowing in the wind, ou of her eyes.
Flogir
"Well I suggested such because it's quite the trip to the Imperial City and while the sites are pretty...," he flashed a smile, "It would also speed up the time with a little conversing. Wouldn't you say?" he asked Dalrus and Rann.
"For instance, there was a time I managed to haggle a pair of shoes that normally would've cost about 5 septims, and sold them to a noble for 40, because I said they belonged to the Grey Fox when he was a young, beggar child pick-pocketing hapless victims at the Waterfront in the Imperial City!" Flogir exclaimed, laughing heartily.
Flint Ironwood, in on the joke.
,,What's that? Paper? You've got to be kidding. Though on the other hand, it doesn't taste all that bad with a bit of salt." Flint spoke as he came at a run towards them. Being so far the only walker in the group meant that he had to run and the others had to keep their horses at a slower pace than normal.
,,Know what, I'll go ahead to the city and wait on top of the tower. Then I won't slow you down anymore." He commented before shooting off into the sky, covering the distance between him and the city at a rapid pace.
(I love Tarhiel.
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Sodsa Hekal
Sodsa Hekal was trailing along quite a way behind the group when he came to a flat piece of land. On the distance, he saw the group and groaned. "This is going to take forever."
Rann
"So I ate some damned paper. What's the big deal?" he didn't wait for anyone to answer. "So anyway, what were we talking about?"
Flogir
"Everyone has something to hide..." Flogir said mysteriously. Eventually he pulled a face. "Except maybe myself. I'm usually quite free with what I say. Which can be good and bad at certain times," he said, a far off look and a smile creeping onto his face.
"Back in my day, when the women were all over me, mind you. I would just say it like it is too them. Sometimes I would get the sweetest kisses... Other times a hearty slap across the face," he exclaimed, chuckling.
He sighed deeply. "Those were some good times..."
Issac
As the blade raised his dai-katana in a chopping motion, Issac backstepped and jumped over the Blade.
He gripped the hilt tightly and made magnificent slice along the guards back, the guard stumbled forward off-balance. But Issac was relentless, as he swept the Blade's legs out from under him, knocking himto the ground.
By then the Palace Guards started to watch with great interest as two other blades, also in full battle armor, joined the fray. With the first one still out, Issac spun and blocked the closest Blade's attack, before rolling to the side to avoid the second's overhand chop. Time for magic, he thought. Gathering his power, Issac began giving ground to the three Blade guards. As he backed toward a staircase, an aura of frost bled from his left hand, and he sliced the air with it.
The palace guards cheered and the Blades struggled to free themselves from their ice-encrusted armor...... That worked rather nicely..... Issac mused. Now I might have to slow down even more for them to attack me in that deadweight they call armor........
Ian
As he approached the bridge to the Imperial City, Ian thought for a moment. Should I meet up with Issac, or should I wait at the Inn on this side of the bridge? He asked himself. Then he shrugged, They should be able to find their way to the palace easily enough, I'll go find Issac. It's been so long since I've seen the boy......
Flogir
"Just you wait, young lad. One day those ladies will catch onto a lie and then you're a goner!" Flogir scolded in an unserious manner. He then turned to his saddlebags and dug around in the contents for a moment. He pulled out a piece of salted beef.
He looked around and shrugged as he took a bite. "Watching Rann eat made me hungry. What?"
Flint Ironwood, Imperial city.
Flint took two more leaps before he landed on the city walls. In the past, he would have been able to jump farther, but no one could escape from time's grip.
The Breton stealthily climbed down and vanished into one of the many alleys.
Green-Root, in the Silhouette's army.
Green-Root was enjoying himself. He'd won a few rounds at the cards and the alcohol he'd managed to consume was quite delicious.
Satyana, a bit behind the others
Satyana was riding on her grand black stallion a bit behind the others, she had clearly felt eerie foulness of the ancient magicka, even though she didnīt really know its origin..
Serene would have known....but she isnīt here...
She was happy to see that Rann obviously succeeded in shielding his mind, even though he sometimes slipped a bit. But she would never reveal anything she would happen to "hear" from him, not unless he wanted it. He was family, in fact the only family she got here and now! She knew what paper ha was reading and then now tried to destroy by eating it, she "heard" him read it and was satisfied that Rahvin finally told the history. She knew it was the truth, it matched perfectly the story Serene had told her, back in Aldīruhn.
Another thing Serene also told her, was that if she ever happened to find Rahvin, she could regard him as "father" because he was the closest to a father sheīd ever get. She was sorry he wasnīt with them, it would have made her feel safer. Now she had to make sure nothing happened to Rann!
She looked at Jonathan again, he really was charming, talking and making jokes....oh how she wished she hadnīt been that shy! She knew now she...liked him..more that perhaps was good for her. She also noticed he had trouble with incoming voices in his head...
Now that could be an opening!!!!
"Jonathan! I would like to speak with you" She said in a soft voice, looking at him with those....eyes
At the same time she glanced at Rann thinking: You could get a kiss from me wether you lie or not, you know, bro!
Brianna, the castle of Dagoth Ur
Brianna Sarethi looked in the mirror, and smiled satisfactory. She was in fact beautiful, Telina had done a great work with her and she felt reborn. Well in fact in more than one way, she still had no memories of the time before she came to this place....
She sighed and collected her things, it was time to leave now, The Voice had told her to go to Cyrodiil, but didnīt tell why....but the urge to follow the command of The Voice was strong..
Brianna put her black cloak tightly around her and started walking....
Ian
As he crossed the bridge, Ian could have sworn he'd seen something sail overhead and dissappear into the city, but decided to discard this. I might as well go to the Palace first and inform Chancelor Ocato that the rest of the group should arrive sometime today......
And maybe Issac will be waiting........
Issac
The remaining two Blades were obviously exhausted from the onslaught of their "sparring" match, they were on their knees gasping for respite. Issac bowed respectfully and the palace guard clapped and cheered to his prowess.
They do seem rather beaten..... Issac thought, and cast his powers to give the Blades enough energy to limp to their beds. "I'm sorry if I tried to hard, brothers." He apologized......
Then out of the corner of his eye, Issac spotted a familiar figure stride up the stairs. the Palace guards all straightened and disperced at Ian's approach. The guard all heard the stories of the Oblivion Crisis, even if they hadn't been here to witness it. Ian had taken part in the battle and had garnered much respect from the guardsmen of the Imperial City.
Issac bowed low, almost parallel to the ground. "Greetings, father, I've missed you." Ian returned the bow, and nodded. "It's alright son, I have missed you in last few days. How have you been?" He shrugged and casually indicated the retreating Blades. "I'm healthy enough to hold my own, but I've been lonely in Vardenfell......
A sorrowful expression crossed Ian's features. "I'm sorry son, but we'll soon have plenty of company." Issac witheld a small grin. Typical Ian, always worrying about me and trying to help me where he can.......
They both walked into the palace, and waited for the doors to open.......
Flogir
Flogir rode silently with the rest of the group, taking bites from his salted beef every now and then. He listened to the conversations he deemed interesting to hear for a time, but decided to keep quiet for now.
His concentration layed elsewhere, in the past namely. Since mentioning it, he couldn't rip his mind free of it. The time when the Daedra attacked Kvatch was a very terrible time in his life. He witnessed the death of many of his friends. Most of which he still grieved for when he some time to himself.
After the crisis was resolved, he started to give recognition to the Nive Divines and had his own sort of devotion to them. Many people still spoke of the day the last Septim sacrificed himself in order to defeat Mehrunes Dagon, and that inspired Flogir to express his faith.
Saying a silent prayer to his fallen bretheren, Flogir decided to pray for the safety of this group as well before resuming their journey.
Flint Ironwood, Imperial city.
Just his luck, the Arcane University was closed. Flint shrugged. He performed some of his acrobatics till he'd arrived on a ledge. Carefully opening a small window, he slipped inside and then waited on his ledge for everyone else to arrive.
Ian
The palace was still as devoid of interesting trinkets as it was ninteen years ago. He stole a slight glance at Issac's tall form. He lacked any signs of his childhood hardship, his training (Ian thanked the Gods for that), and any recent Blade assignments.
The boy's been through alot, and he still looks absolutly normal. He thought. But like me his young eyes are already serious and focused, that's my fault though.....
Finally the doors opened and a surprised Chancellor Ocato stood in the doorway. Ocato grinned despite the unexpected arrival. "Ian and Issac, I'm pleased to see that both of you are well." Issac bowed respectfully, "We're honored, sir." "Chancellor Ocato," Ian began. "There are several companions of mine that will be arriving soon, with the graces of Countess Valga of Chorrol." Ocato cocked his head, but nodded. "Very well, my friend. When do you suppose they will arrive?" Ian thought for a moment. "They could be crossing the bridge any moment now......."
Whilst crossing the bridge into the city...
Jonathan Constantine
"Sure thing Satyana, but if beasty looking thing runs up I may have to dart the other way" He joked, and took on a slightly more serious tone, "What do you think is the.. cause of these voices?"
Issac
After a few moments, Chancellor Ocato dismissed them. "I'll let you escort them here then." And Issac followed Ian toward the Talos Plaza District that was the district the the bridge connected to.
OCC: To those who haven't played Oblivion, there is a stable on the City side of the bridge...... But keep an eye on the Orc woman She eats horses
Rann
Rann looked back at Jonathan and his sister, and couldn't help but feel the need to protect her. He and Jonathan would have a talk.
He practiced his mental technique again, but trying to keep the wall up with so many distractions was hard. He had the information his father had given him, his sister's growing relationship with Jonathan, Dalrus's vague signals, and last but not least, a strange voice in his head to think about. It didn't make for great concentration, but he eventually calmed his mental self down enough to keep the wall up.
Soon enough, after reemerging from his deep meditation, he found himself at the stable outside the gates of his favorite city. He let the stablehand take his horse after dismounting and slinging his pack over his shoulder.
"Should we go to the library first, or just take it easy for the night?" he asked, hoping for the latter.
Sodsa Hekal, outside the City
Sodsa slowed up as he reached the city gates and when the stable hands saw his mount he got a surprised look. "Yeah whatever just take it." Sodsa dismounted and tossed a couple of coins their direction. Sodsa saw the group he was suppose to meet with and walked on over, "Ya know, sorry for missing everything, but i was just told by the countess to meet up with you guys, that was it. So, because I missed whats goin' on, would anyone mind repeating the whole ordeal?
Sodsa Hekal
"Ah hey." Sodsa glanced at the afore mentioned shoulder. "It stings when i move it too much, but, other then that, it isn't too bad." Sodsa sat on a fence and continued, "So, where are we heading to now?"
Satyana
Satyana was satisfied with *Jonathan being not so far away from her, thus she was aware of a kind of protectiveness from Rann which in fact pleased her very much. She noticed with a faint smile that Rann took Jonathan aside and she understood fairly well what kind of conversation they must have had.
She proceeded towards her brother...
"Rann, Iīve decided a name for my stallion" she said with a smile, "Thor, the Stormbringer, the name of an ancient Nordic God, the God of Thunder...strong and steady..itīs suitable, donīt you think?" She stroke the Mane of the black stallion....
"By the way, where is Rahvin...I thought he would accompany us?"
Brianna, on her way
Brianna sat by the railng of the rickety ship that was destined for Old Ebonheart......led by the voices in her head she knew she had to go west.....for a very long time and yet she had no idea why....
Flogir
Flogir handed over the reins to his mule to the stablehand, tossing him some septims. He rubbed his behind to get the feeling of sitting in a saddle for a long period of time out of his body. He perfered sitting in his cart more than riding, but he decided he would survive.
Upon hearing Rann's question, Flogir voiced his answer. "I'm willing to take it easy tonight as well. Sitting in a saddle then going to a library for a long time doesn't sound like an ideal day to me. I would rather have a smokey tavern and some ale. Oh yea, and welcome back, Bosmer. Glad to hear your shoulder is okay."
Ian
With Issac in tow, Ian walked through the doorway. The grand vista of the surrounding countryside welcomed them. Taking in a deep breathe he noticed the others had already arrived, and had stabled their horses. Very good, now that they're here.....
Ian waved down to the group and called them up to the gates.......
Flint Ironwood, Arcane university. (Eh, wrong place?)
Flint noticed the group arrive. He left the university through the same way as he arrived. Stalking through the streets, he soon reached his companions. There, he leaned against a wall, hidden from view by the dark shadows.
,,I wonder who those two are." The Breton thought as he saw two men approach.
Brianna, now in the great forrest, the Chorrol area
The last week had been relatively calm for Brianna, just riding across the plains of Cyrodiil, only stopping for stretching her legs, eating and getting a few hours sleep. Now she was approaching the great Forrest outside Chorrol and she decided to be more watchful....why she didnīt know, but the Forrest looked a bit dark and there could be assassins hiding for all sheīd know.
She made a final stop just before entering the Forrest, checking out her longbow and arrows. She made a small campfire and cooked some stew on a couple of scribs she had hunted down. She managed to get a few hours of sleep before she entered the woods, on a chilly morning. The sun was barely up, and it was rather cold so she put her cloak tighter around her and set out on the small winding road leading through the Forrest
The Forrest was silent so she jumped in the saddle when she thought she heard the sound of a dry piece of wood cracking as if someone had stepped on it..
She stopped......and listened, in the same time trying to calm her mare down
"Shush Starshine....itīs nothing" she whispered into the horseīs ear
Ayesha
Near Chorrol
Ayesha watched in silence as the sunrise was appearing inbetween the thick forest, it was all so quiet. Ayesha stood and watched for a minute, taking a deep breath as the air was refreshing and cool in the morning hours. She continued heading against Chorrol as she knew she would need a bed and some food soon, her journey had been tiring.
Coming closer to Chorrol she soon heard the familiar sound of a horse, the sound becoming clearer as she kept on walking. Ayesha didn't have any difficulties knowing that this was only one horse.
Ayesha crouched down on the roadside. She already had her fine bow in her hand and a arrow inbetween her finger tips, slowly she raised the bow and let the arrow slide on. Her past wouldn't stop taking control, would it ever? The ways of the mercenaries and assassins came crawling through her toughts, she knew she was in desperate need of a horse.
As the sound came closer she walked out into the middle of the road with her bow pointing downwards and raised her head and looked towards the person appearing over the small hill in front of her.
Brianna, on the path in the forrest near Chorrol
Suddelly Starshine rose on her back legs and neighed loudly.....there was a...person standing on the narrow road, pointing at her with an aimed bow.....
Brianna gasped and rose one hand, palm upwards, a sign of peace
"Please."...she whispered.."Donīt...donīt kill me..what do you want from me?" She dismounted Starshine, but remained standing beside the mare
So this is how it will end? Shot down in the forrest by......A WOMAN?
OOC: Thoughts are in italics as usual, Fuzzy!
Ayesha
Near Chorrol
Ayesha's eyes caught the sign of peace by the woman before she dismounted. It was at this moment she was trained to let go off the arrow, every other thought should be irrelevant - but she held back. She turned her head sideways, loosing eye contact with the woman for a few moments before she lowered her bow slowly...
"All I need is your horse, nothing more" Ayesha said out loud and clear but there was a small shiver in her tone as she was afraid this could go wrong.
Brianna, near Chorrol
"You want my horse?..well Iīm afraid you wonīt have much use of her...sheīs very bound to me, sheīll throw you off in a second" Brianna smiled.
The woman..or rather girl in front of her looked tired and hungry....kind of desperate really. Brianna felt sorry for her..
"Now tell me..are you hungry? Iīve got some scrib-stew left.....and a bottle of comberry wine as well,..."
She hoped to manage to get contact with the girl, she did seem unsecure and vulnerable in a way.....
"Are you heading for Chorrol? We could go together and if youīre tired you could ride Starshine...Iīll have to tell her to behave first of course!"
Brianna opened her satchel slowly careful not to cause the girl to fire off that ghastly bow of hers
"Iīm Brianna Sarethi by the way" she added.....sensing that feeling again....that she was repeating a homework. the name Brianna did not ring a bell inside her....it still doesnīt.....
When will I learn who I really am?
Flogir
Flogir smirked at hearing the Bloated Float being mentioned. It was located in the rough district of the Imperial City, known as the Waterfront. Granted the size of the party, Flogir thought the placed seemed ideal. There was always interesting conversations to be made at the Waterfront.
"Sounds like a good place to me," Flogir said, agreeing with Rann.
Flint Ironwood, coming out of the shadows.
Flint had seen enough. He stepped out of the shadows, removing his hood as he did so he wouldn't appear as a threat.
,,Hi there. Are you two the welcome comité?" He asked the two men. While they seemed to be at ease, Flint noticed the distinct style of moving that was bred into thieves, assassins and other sneaky types. The style of moving that could get them out of any kind of trouble.
,,Must be important, to send the elite ones."
Ian
As the group approached, an older nord spoke up. "To a degree, I hear you all want to head to the waterfront first?" He replied, with an icy edge.
Ayesha
Near Chorrol
Ayesha stood there in a moment, unsure of what to do but then she took the arrow of the bow and guided it down into her quiver gently. She was surprised how kind the woman was, killing her wouldn't help her as it would only help promote her dark past. She fell on her knees and leaned forward, putting her bow aside and taking a deep breath. She hadn't had much to eat or drink for the last couple of days, with the little gold she had she couldn't even get shelter for the night in the taverns.
OOC: At this stage my character seems deeply distrubed, which she is.. lol
Ian
In answer to the Nord's friendly wave Ian nodded, and began to follow them to the Waterfront.
Issac
Issac almost grinned, Ian's always like that when on official affairs. I probably look incredible relaxed compared to father.
Sodsa Hekal, goin to the waterfront
Sodsa followed the group as they went to the Waterfront. Sodsa passed a hand through his hair and looked at the people.
Geeze, what am i doing here? I don't know these people. blast, i don't even know what i'm suppose to be doing here. I should just get on with my life.
Sodsa unintentionally let a bit more of a gap grow between him and the group. Sodsa placed his hands in his pants pockets and went through a mental inventory of his items. "Better look through everything when we get to the boat." Sodsa muttered under his breath. As Sodsa was doing this task, the gap slowing became more evident.
Rann
Rann rather enjoyed the Waterfront district, which is why he recommended the place. He had a rather enjoyable stay there in his teens, living with none other than Sel. He actually hoped to get Satyana over to his house to meet him without having the whole group following. Sel was a recluse when it came to his heroic deeds. Rann thought he was much too modest, but he still respected his wishes.
"Let's go then." he insisted as he walked at a brisk pace ahead of the group.
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan had his own reasons for wishing to go back to the waterfront district. Shortly before he arrived in Bruma he had a deal involving the illicit selling of moon sugar gone sour, and the man in charge of it was thought to be hanging out in the Imperial City.
"Good place to start looking."
"So Rann, you appear to know this place well. Got much history here, aye?" Jonathan asked attempting to keep pace with Rann, but failing.
OOC: Sorry Minkey, been so busy with school lately (unusual long days with a lot of work) so haven't had much time...
Ayesha
Near Chorrol
Ayesha looked up at the kind woman who was now offering her bread and some water, only moments after she wanted her dead. Such a gesture was rare as the only real kind person in her life was her mother.
Ayesha dropped the bow to the ground and accepted the bread and water.
"My name is Ayesha and thank you for being so kind" Ayesha replied to the woman with a grateful nod before getting up, but choose not to get on the horse.
Flint Ironwood, with the group.
Flint was walking along silently. In the meantime, he kept an eye out for any unsavory types. One of those types caught his attention as he was sneaking up towards the back of the group's Bosmer companion. Flint shot a sharp look at the man to tell him to back off, letting his hand hover near the hilt of his katana. The man left rapidly.
The Breton slowed down till he was walking beside Sodsa. ,,Anything on your mind, my friend?"
Dalrus, Waterfront
Three years
she thought to herself as she looked at the Imperial City. It had been quite a while since she had been there and especially the waterfront district. She had been forbidden to go there by her snobby rich father and she only had been there once or twice. It was simple there, though dangerous at the same time. She needn't worry about safty, however, as she was now nearly a expert of destruction. She walked over to Rann.
"The bloated float? I suppose we could stay there, however, with the reward money we could practically buy out the Tiber Septim hotel," she said to him. She then realized it was probably not cost that was forcing them to stay there, Rann wanted something or someone. "However, I suppose there are plenty of things for us to spend the money on," she said sincerely.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
"Prepare for war" he said in his whispering, booming, eerie voice. "Yes sir," replied a dark brotherhood assassin. The assassin walked out of the Silhouette's presence and shouted. "Assemble you rats!" to the enormous army. Thousands upon from all over Tamriel. "Raiders go now, burn villages," shouted the assassin. Durzog riders by the hundreds poured out of the mountains and onto an unsuspecting Cyrodiil. Crime had virtually come to a standstill in most of Tamriel, evil was all in the mountains.
Issac
Almost effortlessly matching pace with the Dunmer, Issac grinned, eager to gain some insight into this rather rag-tag band's members. The young Nordic girl whispered something to the Dunmer that even Issac couldn't hear.
Finally he decided to speak. "Greetings, friends!"
Karn
A man in Dark Brotherhood armor addressed the army, and ordered them to attack the nearby cities. The huge mob began to form smaller groups to assualt each city. After thinking for a moment, Karn decided to join the mass attacking Chedinhal...... This is going to be exciting.... He grinned malicously and began to take lead of the group.....
Flogir
Flogir had been too preoccupied with dropping off his mule and thinking about the Bloated Float that he only realized the new member of the party when they greeted themself.
"Greetings! I'm Flogir the Nord, though I've lived in Cyrodiil all my life. Who might you be?" he asked, offering his hand to the Altmer.
Issac
Issac shook the Nord's hand. "My name's Issac, I've been all over tamriel, but I love Cyrodiil more than any other province!"
Ian
Ian watched as Issac melted into the group with great ease. But he reserved his judgement, these weren't enemies, and he was still young. So he decided to let the boy enjoy the new company. Though he remained in the middle og the parade that the group had become.
OOC: They aren't attacking the cities, it is just goblin raiders, the army is huge though not stupid enough to divide. The official attack has not yet begun
Dalrus, Waterfront
"Well I respect that, I never got along with rich types, odd since my father was so rich. However, they are so...fake, for lack of a better word." she said to him in an agreeing manner. "The Bloated Float it is then!" she said enthusiatically.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
"Sir the lord wishes for your presence," an imperial with many missing teeth said to Karn.
Flint Ironwood, with Sodsa.
Flint made a little bow. ,,Flint Ironwood, from North Point." He said with a simple smile.
,,The point with these types is not that they're trying to get into jail. They just lack the right skills and some proper sense. Not to mention a quick escape route. Whatever. I'll see to it that no one mugs you and you see to it that no one mugs me. So, what do you say?" He then proposed, extending his hand.
Green-Root, the army.
Green-Root watched the goblins leave.
,,Darn critters. They'll leave nothing to plunder." He thought bitterly yet he remained where he was. These were simply fodder for the enemies' blades. He would wait till the core of the army began its move.
Issac
"Well, I'm a 'private contracter' like my father, Ian." He informed the two men. "So what are your proffesions?"
Karn
A rather beaten-up Imperial saddled up to Karn. "The lord requests your presence." For a moment Karn considered ignoring him and plundering alongside the goblins, but thought better of it.
"Fine, take me to this 'master' of yours.". And he began to follow the messanger.
Flogir, replying to Issac
"I'm a merchant, formerly a soldier at the Kvatch garrison. But that was long ago..." Flogir said, trailing off momentarily. He shook his head. "A private contracter eh? Sounds like dangerous work," he added.
It was odd to meet someone so jubilent when his profession was that of a private contracter.
Issac
Issac felt his face darken a bit. "Yes it is a difficult job, but the pay is excellent and it is actually like an art when you've grown-up learning it." Then he heard the mention of Kvatch. "Were you in service 19 years ago, when the Deadra attacked it?"
Ian
While the group solcialized they exited the Temple District and began to walk toward the lighthouse. Ian srode at a moderate pace, but noticed a Black Horse Courior and snatched a copy.
Flogir
Flogir's face went solemn. "Yea, I was in service at that time. I was fairly young back then and felt like doing Kvatch good by working in their garrison. Let's just say after the attack and the Oblivion Crisis subsided I felt like a change in occupation. I saw many a good man and woman die in that war, many of whom I had come to know and had become friends with. I was one of the few that survived that first day. I was helping people evacuate," he said, his voice sounding hollow.
He perked up once more. "But things have gotten better since then. Being merchant still has it's excitements, but it still reasonably safer than that."
Issac
It had been a bad time in the Empire's history. "Indeed, but you might talk to Ian." Issac pointed his finger over his shoulder. "He fought at Kvatch, Bruma, and the Imperial City during the Crisis." issac flinched when he mentioned the Imperial City during the crisis. That seems like ages ago, but I'll probably remember it until the day I die.......
Dalrus, Waterfront
"My father was a merchent," she said to Rann. "He was formerly the leader of the East Empire Trading Company, however, so much money was spent on the Raven Rock mines, that when it went bankrupt, my father saw suicide an easier route," she said with no sadness. "He was a wretched man, I don't think he ever looked me in the eye. His condescending glare always tried to stay away from eye contact." she scowled just thinking about it. "Your father seems quite the warrior though, from his arms alone there were many scars," she said trying to change the subject.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
Karn walked up and the Silhouette did not even turn to look. "Lead my army of dark brotherhood warriors. Kill chancellor Ocatto." he said in his evil voice. "After you kill the chancellor, split the army up to cause mayhem through the capital, goblin raiders will burn the villages surrounding the capital and the smoke will be visible for miles, all the troops of cyrodiil will be called there. GO!" he hissed.
Flint Ironwood, walking along.
Flint took in their surroundings for a moment.
,,It seems that way. Hmm, its been a while since the last time I visited the.....less regulated establishments. Just remember not to get too drunk and stay near the exit."
He told as they picked up their pace to catch up with the rest of the gang.
He then frowned. The pull to the east, it had vanished.
,,What's happening in the east?"
Sodsa Hekal, catching up
"Ha ha ha, to many bad experiences?" Sodsa saw the look on Flint's face, "What? A really bad experience?"
Flint Ironwood, still walking.
Flint managed a smile despite his distracted mind.
,,Let's just say that the last time I willingly spent time in a shady place I got hired for a not so pleasant job. I bugged out as soon as I got over my drunkennes. I'd rather not talk about that." He spoke. He looked around the streets once more.
,,Well, it is awfully quiet here. There are a few pickpockets around, but none of the professionals. These are just people without any money who need some in order to eat." He commented while 'accidentally' dropping a pouch filled with money in front of one pickpocket.
,,Selie won't like this, but I'd rather give them something to eat. I don't need to become rich."
Green-Root, still waiting in the mountains.
The Argonian yawned. Most of the booze had been consumed already. Water just didn't pack the same punch. On top of that, he was getting bored. With slightly stiff muscles, he got up and began to wander around, hoping that he would bump into the leader. Whoever managed to round up this many people and other creatures had to be quite interesting indeed.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
The Silhouette looked over the huge host in the mountain valley before him. She saw an argonian walking around and looking for something, anything. The Silhouette jumped down around five hundred feet and landed nearly noiselessly in front of the argonian. The Silhouette was 6' 8" and mostly a shadow of robes. He looked at the argonian, though all that was visible was the Silhouette's dark evil purple eyes. "I need you to do something" he said in an evil whisper.
Sodsa Hekal... yeah walkin' around in WaterFront, fun huh?
"'k." Sodsa didn't want to get into other people's business, it can leave you into trouble. Sodsa looked around, "I wouldn't know, I usually stay away from here." Sodsa had a brief flashback to the dream he had earlier and grimaced. He saw Flint's generosity and shrugged His money
Green-Root, with the Silhouette.
Green-Root blinked. Now that was impressive.
,,Nice fall. So, what do you want? Don't waste my time." He responded, unaware of just what he was talking to.
Karn
As the Sil left, Karn rounded up the D. Brotherhood members. "Come, to the Imperial City!" He Yelled to them. As burst forward as the assassins followed closly behind. Don't worry Silhouete, by the next moonrise Ocato will be dead by my hand........ The group made good progress, and by dusk they had arrived at the IC.
Brianna and Ayesha, outside Chorrol
After a good deal of persuation, Brianna succeeded in getting Ayesha to mount Starshine. The road to Chorrol was getting broade now as they were approaching the city. Brianna did not know Chorrol but she was convinced there would be some guards at the city-gates, who would know where to find accomodations and food.
She was right..there were two guards standing at the main gates of Chorrol. She told Ayesha to just sit quiet and let her, Brianna, do the talking. Ayesha, who was tired and still astonished by Briannaīs kindness towards her , nodded....
"Good day to you Ser" Brianna addressed one of the guards. " I wonder if you would be so kind to tell me where we could find some place to get a decent meal and perhaps a pair of rooms for the night?"
The guard looked suspiciously at Brianna, noticing her beautiful face, her flaming auburn hair..and those eyes!
Now where have I seen eyes like that before?
Brianna gave the guard a quick glance, she had unvoluntarily read his thoughts and the mention of eyes pulled a faint string somewhere deep inside her.
"Ehrr, the Lokken Tavernīs a decent place for ya ladies..itīs just straight ahead and then turn to the left at the marketplace"
"Thank you very much!" Brianna smiled at the guard while passing him on the way .
The Lokken Taver was not very crowded as Brianna and Ayesha entered after they tied SAtarshine to the railing outside. A Dunmer was sitting in a corner, reading some kind of book. He had a mug in front of him but paid little attention to it.
Brianna went to the counter and said to the friendly looking Nord behind it:
"Good Day to you ser, I wonder if itīs possible to get a meal for me and my friend here...and maybe a room for the night?
OOC: to be continued..oh and the reading Dunmer.....could be Rahvin, right?
Karn
One of the assassins stepped forward when they stopped. "Is this wise? Shouldn't we wait for midnight to strike the Palace?"
Karn rounded on the cut-throat. "Conventionally, yes, we would attack at midnight. But this is not a simple contract, now is it?" He did not intent to allow the assassins to even think about questioning his authority.
"Midnight is used for cover much too often, and seasoned guards know to be alert during its grasp. So we attack fast and we attack when they least expect it. Your vaunted 'Night Mother' and 'Dread Father, Sithis' take a back seat before the will of the Silhouete!"
The Brotherhood members straightened, and glared at Karn. Their ranking member tensed, and for a moment Karn expected him to lash out. Finally he averted his gaze and stared at the ground. "Very well, but we will not forget your slander against our unholy matron."
Taking a single bounding step forward, Karn pulled his fist back and slammed it into the assassin's hooded head. The murderer fell to his knees, clutching his face and shuddering. Gesturing to the man for the other D. Brotherhood killers, Karn spoke casually despite the man's wails of pain. "Let this fool be an example to all of you! Defy me, and it will cost you dearly, and neither your Night Mother, nor Sithis shall save you from my wrath."
"Now, let us continue to the Imperial Palace." Two of the assassins began to pick up their ailling brother. "Leave him there." Karn ordered, and the two threw him furious looks, but Karn ignored him. "If he is to remain in the shadow of the Sil, then he will do so on his own hands and knees. And he shall bear his wound as a mark of shame for the rest of his worthless life, now come! We have a leader to kill."
Karn spun on his heel and lead the way for the remaining assassins to the Imperial City........
Flint Ironwood, Bloated Float.
Flint passed with a polite nod to Rann.
,,Well, here we are. Make sure you stay out of trouble. I'm just going to take a drink." He told the group and made his way over to the tap.
,,One flin please."
With his favourite drink in hand, he sat down. Those who paid attention to the Breton, might see his eyes flash around, searching for trouble.
Flogir
Flogir followed behind Satyana and the others, thanking Rann for holding the door open.
He looked around the tavern, a smile creeping up his face. This was his kind of place! Smoky, smelling of stale alcohol, and interesting looking people. Sure, you could probably make more money speaking the patrons at a nice Inn or Tavern, but places like these are where things that one remembers happens.
Flogir followed Flint to the bar and ordered an ale for himself. He noticed his companion's shifty eyes.
Flogir snorted. "You are far too paranoid, Flint! You honestly think someone is going to mess with a party our size?" he asked.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
The Silhouette ignored any impatience in the argonian's voice, the only emotion he paid attention to was fear, though this was simply for pleasure. "Go south to the Nibinay bay, it is infested with pirates and you must recruit these and wreak havoc upon Bravil and Leyawiin" he hissed angrily
Ok..this thread is going to sleep now!
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