http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=3548&st=200&gopid=90447&#entry90447 to the previous thread!
Issac
The Dunmer was holding the door open, and he moved in a familiar fashion....... Ah, Issac thought to himself. He's an assassin. Well, agents have to kill people too, so it will earn him no grief from me.
"Thank you, friend." He said to the mer.
Ian
As Issac greeted Rann, Ian walked around them and approached the bartender, Ormil. Flint ordered a bottle of flin, and Ormil turned to Ian. "Good to see you again, old friend." He said, clearly happy to find an old customer return to the Bloated Float.
Ian smile back at him. "Likewise, Ormil. I'll just have a bowl of grapes and some water." Ormil nodded, and handed him the bowl and a cup. "I see you haven't changed much in the last two years."
"You know very good and well that I hate alchahol." Ormil rolled his eyes in a weary sort of way. "Yes, yes, I can remember two years back, and the time before that too." Then he glanced over Ian's shoulder, and his smile broadened. "I see Issac is just as youthful as ever."
Ian glanced at Issac and frowned slightly. "Well, he get serious on the job. But he can be friendly among people I know." He said flatly. "Ian, your far to protective about the boy. Let him have more fun." Answering the challenge, Ian retorted. "You just want him to start buying the more expensive drinks."
Flint Ironwood, Bloated Float.
Flint shrugged.
,,Fine, maybe I am paranoid and maybe no one would like to attack us. Let's just say that the last time I travelled with a group this big, we did get attacked. Everywhere and all the time. So I'm not going to ease up right here."
He finished his flin and headed out for the door.
,,I think I'm just going to sit on the roof. Then I can calm down a bit." He informed the others. His Dark Brotherhood cloak flapped in the cold breeze when he stepped outside.
The Breton quickly climbed up and sat down on the roof. From here, he had an excellent view of his surroundings.
Green-Root, with the Sil.
Green-Root gave the Argonian equivelant of a frown.
,,Recruit pirates? Those always keep some alcohol handy. As you wish, master." The lizard spoke with complete disinterest. He still left though. Once the plundering began, he could get quite rich this way.
,,I wonder how I will convince those cutthroats. They may be called to this Silhouette, yet their will remains."
(Heh, maybe Flint gets spotted by Karn and company
)
Flogir, in the Bloated Float
Flogir waved Flint a temporary goodbye with his free hand. "You go enjoy your time on the roof. I'll be here drinking!" he said, laughing.
Sure maybe when they had problems 20 years ago, their big party was attacked often, but those problems had now finished. What could possibly go wrong now?
Jonathan Constantine
As they entered the Bloated Boat Jonathan parted with the main host and walked to a side table in the bar. Not to long ago he'd use this place as a contact point on for missions. "Not to much has changed.."
His eye flickered slowly as he analyzed the layout of the room. It picked up small hints of previous people that would normally remain unknown to the casual observer. He used to get sick attempting to use his damned ability if thats what it could be called. A bad attempt at fusing migicka into the mortal body is what it really was what it really was.
Jonathan was beginning to get comfortable, same place, different people after all. Then a slight piercing sensation pricked at his back and his body began to go numb.
"Ello' Mr. Constantine, long time no see.." A voice hissed in Jonathan's ear and he felt his body being set into a chair. "Been a couple o' months aye? But see lad, I don forget." A crude smile, plagued by rotten teach, erupted over the assailants face. "You see, I remeber' you owe me quite a bit o' gold. And now I figure it to much higher now."
Jonathan found that he could speak, however it was to low to be heard over the din of the other voices, "Edin, I got your money. And possibly a bit extra too."
The Nordic man leaned back his chair and stroked the stubble on his chin, "Well lad, thats dandy, but you owe more then just a bit of coin you do. In fact lad, I know this place where thieves and liars such as yerself deserve something more." The same knife the caused the situation in the first place was unsheathed again, however this time the Nord grabbed Jonathan hand, and attempted to cut his little finger off.
Jonathan stared in horror but couldn't move, and his lips were frozen shut.
(someone can rescue him..)
Issac, coming to Johnathan's aid
Out of the corner of his eye, Issac noticed a large Nord that was in the process of slicing off Johnathan's finger.
Issac spun, shouting. "Stop that!" And lobbed "Deadra's Fury" at the large oaf. The spell slammed into the Nord with something akin to an ogre's punch, not to mention the different elements that the spell contained.
Flint Ironwood, annoyed.
Flint was just having a good time when he heard a lot of noise coming from below. It sounded a lot as if someone was throwing spells around. Correction, someone was throwing spells around. It was impossible to hide Magicka from a Breton.
Flint hung over the roof's edge and looked into the Bloated Float through a window. What he saw did not please him.
,,Hey kids, keep it peaceful down there!"
Satyana
She wasnīt sure she liked The Bloated Float that much....kinda weird people around, they made her feel uneasy. She was glad Rann was around...and Jonathan of course! Jonathan! She noticed the big Nord who talked with him.....didnīt seem to anything odd about it....when suddenly she caught a glimpse of metal....a dagger appeared in his hand...
But what on Nirn was he trying to do? Obviously he was trying to hurt Jonathan.....then she ducked as the spell flew out of Issacīs hand and hit the Nord...
"Jonathan! Are you ok?" Satyana hurried to his side to see if she could be of any help "Did he hurt you?"
OOC: Ahem..īTyana needs some healing-practise...so is Jonathan actually hurt?
Ian
Bang! Ian felt a sudden rush of heat and cold, and a slight tingling from behind. He turned, spotted a Nord on the floor with a small dagger in his hand, Johnathan with a partially cut off finger, and Issac who's hands were still glowing from the recently discharged spell.
Ian closed his eyes and shook his head in a weary fashion, but waited to see if it was really necessary to step in. Although, He thought. There were several other men who seemed considerably drunk and willing to join the brawl. This could be a messy little incident.... He sighed. Could this have waited 'til after I'd finished my food?
Absently he plucked all the grapes from the bowl and swallowed them whole. I still wish I could have enjoyed them.......
OCC: Ian will join if a brawl breaks out, and I suppose John is hurt...... pity
Issac
The Nord lay crumpled on the floor, sections of his body were either burned or encrusted with ice. But it seemed the latter was having less effect on him. Naturally, he's a Nord, of course the frost was less serious.
It seemed that the other clienteile were beginning to react in a threatening fashion, clearly this Nord had a lot of friends, a lot of drunk friends. Issac sighed in resignation, and gripped his twin katanas, bracing for the inevitable fighting.
OCC: How about the Bloated Float loses its conection to the docks, so the Watch doesn't barge in and stop the fighting?
Flogir
Flogir heard the rise of angry voices and the expellation of some magic. Looking around he saw a Nord sprawled on the floor, and Jonathan clutching his hand, redness seeping between his fingers.
Me and my big mouth... Of course something had to happen Flogir thought as he drained his mug of ale and joined the others.
Rann
"hamster." was all Rann had to say upon realizing the situation that was likely to occur. His dagger was taken out of his boot and held behind his back, unseen, yet ready to attack if needed.
Flint Ironwood, hanging upside-down in front of the window.
,,See, I told you there would be trouble." Flint joked.
,,Maybe we should just leave." He tried, already knowing it wouldn't work.
,,Oh, I so hate bar brawls." He thought and gathered Magicka in his hands.
Ian
Subtlely, Ian retrieved an arrow from his quiver, and thanked the gods that it was one of the arrows he'd treated in advanced with poison. He hid it in his cloak as a shambling mess that stank of alcahol stumbled forward.
The man steadied himself before Ian. "We jus' wantss your friend," His words were terribly slurred, and Ian reflected that he should have passed out by now from overconsumtion of the beverage. "An' t' treat hmm ta a nish bit a 'ompany."
Ian shrugged and waved his hand in front of his nose, theatrically. "Sure, sounds like you'd be doing us a favor, he's a troublemaker." The man managed a grin, and turned to the other brunken fools. "Ya heard tha mahn, lesh git hm!"
As the man took his first step, Ian slid behind him and rammed the arrow between the mans shoulder blades. As the poison of paralyze took affect, the man froze, and Ian kicked him roughly to the floor. "Satyana, get Johnathan out of here now!" He ordered mentally. "This isn't a place to mend a man right now....
OCC: as usual, don't expect things to go according to plan. *CoughshipdisconnectsfromthedockCough*
Let the brawl commence!
Flogir
Flogir approached an especially surly looking Imperial, fists cocked. "Why must you and your buddies ruin a completely good night of drinking?" Flogir said, whining slightly.
The Imperial then took out a knife. He smiled, his teeth yellowed and a few missing. "Ya shouldn't bring fists to a knife fight!" he jeered, approaching Flogir.
Flogir began backing up instantly. He had forgotten to retrieve Jonathan's dirk and Iceshard from his mule.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I need something to help me out here!, Flogir thought, eyes searching rapidly for something to defend himself with.
His hand brushed against a mug. An idea snapped into his head.
"Mercy!" Flogir cried, raising his hands in a pleading motion.
The Imperial laughed. "Ya won't get no sympath-" He began before a thrown mug smashed against his face, toppling him to the ground.
Flogir smiles proudly. Now I need another mug to throw....
Issac
As the fight began Issac launched himself through the air and flipped, landing on his feet. As another large Nord strode toward him; there was a huge grin on his face.
"I'm going to tear you to pieces, little elf." He cracked his knuckles for emphasis, oddly despite being wasted he didn't seem to slur his words that much.
Issac began to slowly back away, watching the thug carefully. He was one of the few wearing armor, Ebony armor at that. Issac couldn't tell if his katana would be affective against hard-wrought ebony. Might as well try.
The man lunged, but Issac leapt over his head and delivered two strikes on the man's pauldrons. Naturally the frost wouldn't affect him, but Issac was hoping the flames would work. He landed lightly on a table, not breaking or spilling a single thing.
Suddenly the table broke in two, and all the silverware and food went everywhere. Landing hard on the floor Issac looked up, in spite of the pain in his head. The armored Nord loomed over him, the table had obviously been pulverized by the man's fists.
"You think I'm some sort of idiot?" He tuanted. "This armor is shielded against flame spells, and I can take frost spells." He lifted his arms above his head, preparing to smash Issac with them.
OCC: another helping scene anyone?
Rann
On seeing Isaac's predicament, Rann decided that it was time. With a swift, fluid motion, his dagger left his hands, flying straight for the nord.
"Damn it!" he cursed as the dagger punctured the nord's left eye. He had been aiming for the right. When the nord fell backwards to the ground limply, Rann decided to copy Flogir's tactic of mug-throwing.
His first and last mug hit a rough-looking imperial square in the chest without phasing him a bit.
You're no good without pointy things, Rann. he thought to himself as the imperial came closer and closer.
Issac
Once the ebony-clad Nord was on the floor, Issac slowly struggled to his feet. A single pirate rushed toward him, brandishing a small knife. Issac simply sighed, and slashed Cryorend across the man's chest. The now flash-frozen pirate crumbled to the ground and shattered.
Issac couldn't halp but shiver at the sickening crack when the man shattered into a thousand icy pieces. He shook his head vigorasly to banish the nausia from his awarness.
Looking around he spotted the Dunmer assassin that had saved him being approuched by a drunk Imperial. he might or might not need my help, but I'm happy to be evn rather then in debt. He thought.
Lunging across the room, Issac brought both blades to bear. He cleaved an "X" across the Imp's back, and the man....... well, it would be better not to think about it....
Issac offered the younger mer a hand, and despite the violence around them he felt the need to introduce himself. "Thanks with the Nord. My name's Issac, agent by trade." Normally Agents, like assassins, did not openly discuss their trade, but this mer had saved him once so Issac was inclined to be courtious.
Ian
Two Redguards came at him from different directions, but to no avail. Ian brought forth two bound daggers, and gave one of the assailants a kick to the gut, but deflected the other's attack.
Eager for some reprieve from the melee, Ian backflipped on to the rafters. He discarded both daggers (he was an archer, not a knife thrower), and unslung his bow. The group seemed to be holding their own, but there were plenty more drunkards to spare.
Taking a deep breathe Ian began his bloody work, doing his best to keep the brigands from Satyana and Johnathan.
Rann
He shook Isaac's hand. "Rann. Bad mug thrower. If you'll excuse me, I have to go keep some thugs away from my sister." he replied.
He didn't wait around for more conversation, he just started fighting his way towards Satyana and Jonathan.
Issac
He couldn't help but grin as Rann departed. He's very interesting...... Then he cast a look at him as he hacked his way toward the Nord girl and Johnathan. Ah, so that's his sister..... Issac nodded to himself, and absently kicked a another drunk off his feet.
I hope this doesn't last to much longer...........
Flogir
Flogir, grabbing another mug, flug himself upon the back of an unsuspecting Breton and dashed the mug against his head, causing both men to toppled to the floor. Only Flogir was the one to get up, a silly grin on his face.
"All right! Whose next!?" Flogir shouted triumphantly. Unfortunately he didn't see the gauntleted fist smashing into his cheek. Black flecks crossed his eyes and pain erupted from his face and Flogir staggarded backwards.
Another unseen blow sent him to the floor. It was then that multiple feet began kicking him from all sides. He was overwhelmed and couldn't escape.
"Argh! Help!" Flogir cried out, hoping his voice would carry amidst the noise of the fight.
Jonathan Constantine
Satyana seemed a bit distant from the fight. "Good thing I suppose.." Jonathan thought, wrapping his hand with a peice of clothe. However some bandit was running towards the two.
"Better get you out of here deary.. Hugh.." Jonathan heaved Satyana, possibly against her will, but he thought it'd be fairly safe behind the bar. By the time she was over however the mer was on top of Jonathan. He managed a jab before he was kneed in the groin, "honoured user.. low blows now?"
Flint Ironwood, to the rescue!
Flint remained a spectator for a moment. When everyone was going to get beaten down though, he'd had enough.
,,Alright, that does it! Back off!" He shouted. A large wave of Telekinetic energy passed through the room, including shards of glass from the window the Breton had shattered. Everyone who was still standing struggled to maintain his balance.
Flint leaped through the window and came to a standstill right in front of a small group where he drew both of his katanas. The group, two Imperials and a Nord, drew either a dagger or a Claymore in return.
,,A Claymore, here?" Flint thought. A grin crossed his face upon closer inspection of the Claymore.
,,Say, the smith who made it is quite a bad one, isn't he? The blade isn't properly attached to the hilt which means......a bit of well-aimed Telekinesis snaps your sorry bit of metal in two." He thought and did just what he was planning.
Despite the fact that the Claymore was out of the game, Flint saw that he was surrounded.
,,Great, just great."
To his great surprise, everyone backed away.
,,It's the Dark Brotherhood! Run!" One of the not so drunk shouted. Flint rolled his eyes.
,,Oh yeah, I completely forgot I was wearing that cloak. Hah, for once the DB's reputation comes in handy." Flint muttered under his breath. Once the coast was clear, he snatched a surviving bottle of flin off a table.
(Too uber? If it is, let the drunks come back and beat Flint up real good. He's not good at fighting, even bar brawls.
)
Rann
Rann was grateful for Jonathan's action in getting Satyana out of harm's way. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He then saw another brawler reaching over the counter where Satyana was. He made his way over there and was inches from slashing his throat before a telekinetic blast threw both he and his victim to the ground.
Before he could stand again, the fight seemed to die down with scattered shouts of 'Dark Brotherhood!'
He put his feet under himself again and looked to see that even his would-be victim had fled.
"Now can we actually get a drink?" he asked, breaking the long silence.
Ian
Taking a deep, Ian slung his bow and jumped down to the floor (now littered with brokend bottles a glass fragments). "Sure, you can have a drink just don't have too much alcahol." He replied to Rann. "I'll make do with some more grapes and water."
Issac
Despite the powerful telekinetic blast Issac managed to stay on his feet. He adopted a weary smaile, and approached the bar. Though he didn't intend to inform anyone, he'd found the fight exhilerating.
"I'm fine with non-alcaholic drinks, and a little food would hit the spot." He grabbed a loaf of bread, selected a chair, and began to eat it.......
Ian
Noticing Ormil's irritation Ian decided to step in. "Let him go Ormil, he's traveling with me and Issac. I'll pay for the damage and the cost of everyone's meal. So calm down."
Accepting the second bowl of grapes and some juice, Ian set himself down next to Issac and began to chew thoughtfully, enjoying every bit of flavor. We should stop by the Library soon, definitly before midnight.......
ooc:you miss one day and you miss a whole fight. Yeah I know it was planned, i was busy
Sodsa Hekal, Sitting 'round
Sodsa kept a hand close to his knives and his bow on the table during the whole ordeal. After it was clearly over, Sodsa headed over to the bar, got a drink and went to sit back down. "So, what was all that about?" Sodas muttered under his breath to no one in particular.
Flogir
Flogir slowly pulled himself up from the ground, brushing off dirt from the feet that had been kicking. He wiped blood from the corner of his busted lip, and he definitely knew he would find plenty of bruises tomorrow.
"That blighter packed a good punch. I shouldn't have stood there admiring my cunning," Flogir said, and snickered. "Well now at least we can enjoy some booze no?"
Flogir pulled up a chair beside Jonathan and ordered another ale. "How's the finger buddy?"
Flogir
Flogir couldn't help but to burst out laughing at Jonathan's realization that his finger was still severed. He clutched at his side with his free hand, the vibrations from his laughing caused the head of his ale to spill over the mug, slopping onto the floor.
"I'm sorry lad, it's just that I found that quite funny!" Flogir managed to say between fits and he tried to regain his composure, and also make sure that Jonathan's blood didn't get near his ale.
"Anyone else injured?" Flogir decided to inquire, "I got a little roughed up, but I'll survive."
Rann
"I'm fine, except for the fact that there's not enough judgement-impairing substance in me." he answered as he pulled up on the other side of FLogir.
He pointed to the barrel of ale as a way of telling the bartender what he wanted while he continued speaking to Flogir.
"You're going to have to teach me that mug trick of yours. Show me the nordic touch."
Flint Ironwood, stepping up to Flogir.
Flint walked over to Flogir, a bottle of flin in his hand.
,,Well, I told you, didn't I? Now that's why paranoia has kept me alive. Bar brawls these days are lethal." He said smugly and looked around at the damage caused by the customers, flying bottles and of course an overdosis of Telekinesis.
,,Funny, the Dark Brotherhood are supposed to be these totally unstoppable invisible killers, yet everyone knows how a DB looks like. Silly."
Flogir, instructing Rann
Flogir grinned after he gulped down a mug of ale. "Well Rann, you see the art of mug tossing lies in the way you percieve the mug. You can't throw it like you Agent or Assassin types would throw a dagger or a throwing star or whatever. You gotta picture more like a stone, basically a rock the size of your fist. Most cases there's really only two places for an effective mug shot to work. Those two places are either the head, or the groin. Those two places are definite takeout shots, though you might get lucky and takeout a person briefly with a shot to the gut, depends on their figure, ya know?" He said, taking a moment to take another gulp of his ale.
"As for clubbing people with mugs, the best way it from behind and on top of the head. Hold the mug by the handle to get a good swinging motion with it as you swing," he continued, using an empty mug as an example by swinging in the air.
He then turned to Flint. "Eh, it's kinda amusing, but that costume certainly worked out. I was getting pummled there," he said and then realised another good point and turned back to Rann, "And another thing: Never, EVER, stand around a gloat in the middle of a bar fight!"
Voltar, in a shack North of Anvil
Voltar was deep in concentration, studying the small encryptions of a very large tome when an unexpected knock sounded on his shack door. He looked at the door, suspicious of who could possibly be at his door.
His home was located in a rather secluded area North of Anvil, so he never really had a true visitor. The last "visitor" he had was some Daedra roaming the surrounding area during the Oblvion Crisis. Still, curiosity got the better of him and he approached the door. To be on the safe side, he readied the Staff of Worldly Demise.
He slowly undid the deadbolt and opened the door... Only to find no one standing there. Voltar poked his head out the doorway and looked around the surrounding countryside. Only the crickets of the night greeted him, as well as the steady whoosh of the sea crashing against the nearby cliffs.
Passing it off as hearing things, Voltar closed the door and headed back to his tome.
Voltar, shack North of Anvil
Voltar was slightly surprised by the presense of the stranger. He was impressed by the man's stealth though.
"My interest in the man is purely personal interest," Voltar said bluntly. He had no need to be secretive.
"I plan to release him from his dimension as I intend to meet him. Why are you so curious about my intentions?" Voltar decided to pose to the stranger. The stranger seemed rather intriguing as well. He didn't think the stranger posed too much of a threat, especially with the power of the Staff of Worldly Demise coursing through him, but he had a feeling this man was here for information.
Flint Ironwood, drinking.
Flint laughed. ,,Yeah, it definitely worked. Man, I never thought about the reputation I would get when I bought this thing. It's great!" He said and took a large gulp of flin.
,,I don't think the real bad guys will be scared though. Knowing that voice, all the real Dark Brotherhood assassins will be against us. I just hope we find some good news at the library."
Rann
"Take it from me," he began, interrupting himself with a gulp of ale. "Dark Brotherhood Assassins aren't all that talented. Just numerous." He took another sip. "But luckily, so are we. They'd have to send two assassins for every one of us."
He wasn't giving the brotherhood nearly enough credit, but it was best not to have everyone scared to death over nothing.
Altec the Wanderer
Somewhere north east of the Imperial city
A small lake dominated the landscape. It's waters were home to numerous organisms, and the ecology was amazing to the trained eye. The number of plants a botanist could experiment with was exponential. Off to the northside of the lake stood a small house with a dock and a lone boat pulled up on the shore. Doctor Ingolf Valatine sat on the grass peering into the clear blue water unperturbed by the individual that approached his side.
"So.. I suppose they sent you to.. eliminate me?" He asked in a meek tone.
Altec didn't bother to sugar the truth, "..Yes."
The scientist chuckled, an obvious sign, to cover his growing anxiety. "Then I imagine that theres no way I could convince you to change your mind?"
"No." Altec peered into the water as well, aware of the situation, but secretly enjoying the calm of the moment.
"OK, fine then.." The stocky Imperial stood up and brushed his hands on his pants, "Can I ask you a question though?" He hadn't expected Altec to answer, but continued regardless. "Why? After so much Altec, after so much learning and training, after what you've become?"
They both stood in silence for several long moments. Doctor Valatine began to perspire, he knew the end was near after all, he helped create Altec and his brother. The assassin turned his body towards the doctor and brought his eyes to his.
"Retribution" Were the last words the doctor heard before Altec summon the spirit sword and plunged it through the Doctors chest cavity. The body went limp almost instantly as it fell to the ground, the pool of blood already growing around it. Altec glanced one last time at his.. "father" and made his leave.
Voltar
Voltar picked up the amulet and brought it back to the tome on his desk.
"As long as it's there with him, that's all I need," said almost in a distracted fashion, his mind all ready jumping ahead to the plans he was about to perform.
He intended to use the amulet as a pathway between the dimensions, all he needed to manipulate the bond between them to allow passage, that and break the current barrier that was created when Veric was banished.
He created an empty space within the shack and placed the amulet in the center of the room, he then began to scrawl characters and symbols onto the floor surrounding the amulet with a jar of Daedra blood. After finishing the drawings, he concentrated his magic into the blood, causing the blood to turn from black to a pulsating dark green colour.
Voltar grasped the Staff of Worldly Demise, another key object needed to perform this task. It was then that he remembered the presense of the stranger.
"I would suggest you stand back," Voltar said as the staff began to emanate a red hue.
Sadril
Sadril raised an eyebrow at the man and obeyed his request to step back. He slowly paced backwards until his heel felt the wall. It had taken many dead ends and twenty years to reach this point, but he never expected this man would be able to free Veric so quickly.
He certainly knows what he is doing. Kind of.. scary.
I wonder if I... Sadril stared intently at the Altmer.
Should I really allow Veric to return? No, of course I should... He must maintain the balance. The prophecy must be allowed to take its course.
Voltar
Voltar didn't notice the look the stranger gave, as he began to fully concentrate at the matter at hand. The red hue of the staff began to intensify as Voltar stared down at the target. His eyes gleamed with power as he brought forth magic from the Alteration and Mythicism schools of magic, forming them together in complex patterns within his mind. All the while the Staff of Worldly Demise fed Voltar even more power to drawn upon.
A bead of sweat began to trickle down the side of Voltar's face as he built up the energies required for what he must do. Soon the room was filled with the green colour from the Daedra blood and the red hue of the staff, an odd humming noise was becoming more apparent.
Satisfied with his weavings, Voltar transferred them into the Staff, causing an arc of energy to burst from the Staff and collide with the amulet. Energy sparked from the impact and Voltar shook under the power unleashed from the staff, his face deep in concentration now.
Slowly, a grey void began to form above the amulet. It was violently swirling at first but as it grew, the void began to stablize, and Voltar seemed to loose the tension created by handling the Staff. A small, satisfied smile touched the corners of his lips as the arc of energy ceased its exit from the Staff. A grey, slowly swirling void hung suspended above the amulet. The void was roughly the size of doubled Inn doors.
Voltar took a seat in a nearby chair. His eyes still gleamed faintly of the energy he used.
"Now we wait. There should be a void that looks like that in his dimension; I targetted it appear in the vicinity of his amulet. All he has to do is walk through and he'll exit from this end of the void. But do not touch this amulet until he arrives, moving it will break the connection. I do not wish to perform this again," he warned.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
"Soon" he thought to himself as he looked over the calm of the valleys inbetween the large peaks. A small village lay nearly untouched in the center of the valley, the Silhouette had been moving through the mountains looking at everything when he saw it. Suddenly he jumped from his large mountain and swung onto a tree three hundred feet down. He climbed down the tree like a chimp and landed in a field where a young argonian was working.
"Death is upon you" he said in a cold voice as the argonian's eyes widened. Shadow seemed to pour out of his hand and the argonian literally dissolved. Ten minutes later and the village was in flames, all the inhabitants disintegrated. Something the Silhouette was looking for was not there, it did not matter soon he would be out of the mountains.
Dalrus, Waterfront district
It was morning again and Dalrus woke up in her room at the Bloated Float. She got on her clothes and walked into the bar section. The bartender gave her some milk and a sweet roll. Dalrus sat down reading a alchemy. book
Sadril
Sadril chuckled lightly to himself, "So it's that simple? He just walks through the door and the barrier will be broken?" Sadril asked as he pulled up a chair and began to wait. Again the thought of stopping all of this flashed into Sadril's head.
He would simply kick the amulet to break the connection, turn and cut this man in half. He ignored this intuition however, and continued to wait. "You sure this'll work?" He asked, breaking the silence after a good twenty minutes had passed...
Veric, ???
The amulet, lying on a nightstand next to an unused bed, began to rattle. Veric turned from his desk to where the noise came from only to find a grey portal containing a set of doors floating above his stand.
"This is new," he said plainly as he inspected the doorway at first and refrained from entering. Eventually he scared himself with the thought that he might miss his only shot out of his cage and decided to take a chance, carefully climbing atop his nightstand to make himself level and opening the door, stepping through it.
A small shack north of Anvil
A loud clap resounded through the shack and surrounding woods just a moment before Veric stepped through the portal. He looked around the shack in a daze and saw two people. One he recognized as Sadril, but the other, an Altmer, he did not know.
Veric nodded at Sadril, a look of confusion still in his eyes, and turned to the stranger. Not knowing what else to do he extended a hand to the man, "How do you do?"
Voltar, shack North of Anvil
Voltar patiently sat in silence, awaiting the arrival of Veric; he had been patient 20 years, he could wait an additional 20 minutes if needed.
"I'm sure Veric is the careful type and will want to examine what I left for him, just be patient," he said, answering the stranger's question.
Moments later a loud clap sounded and Veric appeared outside the void. He shook the man's hand when he extended it towards him.
"I am fine, Veric. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Voltar Simis, a mage of sorts I guess one would call me if they wanted to label me a trade. I take it you're wondering why I've released you?" Voltar inquired after introducing himself.
Altec the Wanderer
As a mage Altec was always apparent of the energies of Nirn, and more importantly when they were upset. Moments earlier there was a strange disturbance and, to the surprise of Altec himself, he was piqued at wat could cause such an immense shift in magicka.
Though not a very safe way of travelling, Altec deemed for the moment that teleportation was be the quickest link to this shift. There was always the unfortionate chance that one would appear inside the center of a tree, or rock, or even the world itself.
However Altec continued with the summoning and brought forth a portal he thought that would lead him to the source. As he stepped through his body felt electrified, a terrifying yet compelling experience, and in moments later he found himself laying on his back in the middle of some field..
Flogir, a little hungover and sore
Flogir waved at Dalrus as she entered the room. Flogir was nursing a light breakfast as he didn't feel too good to have something big and heavy.
"Looks like you were one of the lucky ones who didn't get involved in the little... "scuffle" we had last evening. Of course, that means you missed out on the celebration we had afterwards, which was fun, but now I'm paying for it," Flogir said, chuckling softly.
Ian
Hearing Flogir's unitended pun, Ian chuckled as he jumped down from the balcony above the bar. "Well, Johnathan and I are paying for the celebration and damage literally." He landed lightly beside Flogir. "And by the way." He sat down in a nearby chair. "I hate alcahol."
Flogir
"So I've noticed," Flogir answered, turning towards Ian, "And I respect your choice. I'm just a social drinker that's all, it's not like I drunk until I puked or anything..."
Some people liked having complete control of their senses, others, like himself, didn't mind experiment every once in awile. No big deal right?
Rann
"I didn't notice anything different." Rann replied from his comfortable position of laying down on the floor with his back propped up on the wall.
Speaking of magicka though, I'm going to have to test my newfound ability...
"But," he said with a yawn, obviously from not getting enough sleep the night before, "I know next to nothing about magicka so I wouldn't exactly be an expert."
Voltar
Voltar held the staff carefully in his hands, much like a mother would cradle an infant. "This is the Staff of Worldy Demise. Since your banishment, I decided to spend the next 20 years in figuring out how to release you. I stumbled upon this tome over here," he said, gestering to the large book on his table.
"When studying the tome, I discovered a way to break through dimensions, actually multiple ways. But in order to do any of them, I needed a ancient staff known as the the Staff of Worldly Demise. It took me 10 years of searching to retrieve and I eventually found it lost with the ruins of Chimer city in Morrowind. The staff allows the user to enhance their abilities with mythicism and alteration to mind boggling heights, but it also works as a catalyst to the breaking down of dimensional barriers as described in the tome."
"I then spent the next 10 years studying the incantations and spell structures needed to perform the void spell. I planned to create a link across dimensions by scratch, since I had no possessions that provided such a link. Fortunately, I met your friend here, who possessed such a link through that amulet there. Using the link, I didn't have to figure out how to make one from scratch anymore, and I knew what do after that. So, I simply had to manipulate the link of your amulets, using the incantations and the staff to channel the power necessary to break down the barrier and create the void."
"Impressive work, is it not?" Voltar asked, finishing his long speech. When it came to magic, he could spend a good amount of time speaking about it.
Asven
He heard the voice, and followed it to the Valus Mountains. Not because he had to--his lycanthropy protected him from silly spells like that--but because he wanted to. It held the promise of bloodshed. He licked his lips in anticipation as he came closer and closer to his goal...
This leader had better have something for him he didn't care what it was, as long as it involved death. The end didn't concern him, merely the means.
Rann
"The library I believe." he said in answer to Jonathan. "We should probably get down there soon. What was that word again? Anyway, there's something else I want to research too, so don't be offended if I'm not all that into whatever it is we're supposed to be doing."
Veric
"Impressive is an understatement. I was unaware any such artifact existed," Veric paused and eyed the staff. He decided that it would be his to command, one way or another.
"How is our empire fairing?" he asked to either person in the room while flipping through the pages of Voltar's tome.
"Progressing smoothly towards collapse," Sadril answered quickly before Voltar could. "Still no emperor."
"After twenty years?!" Veric exclaimed, slightly surprised.
Sadril shook his head, his arms still crossed, his back still against the wall.
"Might as well be a target then," Veric turned to Voltar, "Simis, what are you doing for the rest of your life? Looking forward to being bored as a mage too powerful for a decent challenge?"
Rann
"I dunno. I guess Dalrus's word holds some kind of importance." He said absently, more focused on spinning the bloody dagger retrieved from the nord's eye on the tip of his finger.
"Anyway," he said, "We should get moving if we ever want to do the whole reconassiance thing."
Voltar
"If what you're asking is to join in your service, I'll accept your offer," Voltar replied placidly, "I am getting a little sick of being cooped up in this shack."
Voltar began to grab a couple of things from various shelves. "I take it we're heading to the Imperial City?" He asked before something else dawned on him.
"Oh yes, there also seems to be another presense that might warrant your knowledge. Some being seems to be gathering followers to the east, I managed to trace the source to be in the Valus Mountains, so whatever it is possess some power to reach the opposite end of the province."
Flogir, Bloated Float
"So we're off to the library now, eh? This is going to be a blast!" he said sarcastically. He wasn't that much fond of books, sure they sold well, but he was never interesting in reading them.
He rose out of his seat and followed his companions.
OCC: I'm off guys, night!
Ian
As the group began to file out of the Bloated Float, Ian replied. "Well, the sooner we research that word, the faster we get to do something interesting with our younger companions. Who wouldn't want that?"
Then as an afterthought. "I actually like books, and Issac is quiete fond of them; carries about five around in that sack of his."
"Issac is already at the palace, and will probably meet us in the Library." then he realized some of the group might need to know something before venturing into the greatest repository of knowledge and lore in the Empire. "The library is guarded and mantained by blind monks, keep in mind not to speak to loudly or be noisome to them, they're trained in hand-to-hand fighting......."
Sodsa Hekal, inebriated (yeah he's been on auto pilot
) in the Bloated Float(right?)
Sodsa saw a big group of people heading out the door, half of which looked strikingly similar to the other half. Sodsa rubbed his head and cursed under his breath. Sodsa made a sloppy grab for his bow and came close to breaking the string as he brought it over his shoulder as he stood up. Swaying a little, Sodsa stumbled over to the group and placed a hand onto Flogir's shoulder, "Sho, where are we goin now?"
ooc: sorry for not being on. anyways, yeah, so i can't play drunk to well.... and yeah I can wait, i'm gettin' off anyways
Issac
Chancellor Ocato was flying through a large pile of parchment. Issac noted that he looked like he hardly had any sleep last night. But then again, he's been carrying all of Tamriel on his shoulders for the last nineteen years...... He thought to himself.
Ocato stood up shakily, there were sacs under his eyes, and his wrinkles had become more pronounced. "Chancellor, is there something wrong?" Issac asked concerned.
"All crime has ground to a screeching halt, but...... but." He yawned heavily. "But there are plenty of other matters to replace that one, make no mistake about that." Ocato's fatigue was painfully evident.
"It might be best if you spent some more time on sleep, sire. When you're deprived of sleep, you can't concentrate and things only get worse, then if you had just put the paperwork down to remain healthy." Issac consoled him, he'd learned to deal with things like this in his training but he doubted Ocato had learned the same lessons in his youth.
"Your right Issac, but there are some matters that you can't just put down for later." Ocato rubbed his eyes, sleepily. "Well, you could consider getting an assistant, then you could balance it out." Issac reasoned.
"Issac, I have about twenty advisors, but sometimes I have to deal with decisons because I'm taught to do so....." Issac could understand that, the life of an agent was (in a crude manor of interpretation) accomplishing things for other people.
Flint Ironwood, going to the library.
Flint was quiet, more so than usual. He just had a bad feeling about everything. First the lack of crime, then their mission and that voice. Finally that huge Magicka disruption. He just didn't like it.
Having made a decision, Flint walked up to Ian and tapped his shoulder.
,,Excuse me, but do you know perhaps where I can find a fast messenger who is willing to go all the way to High Rock? I need to get a letter off. I'm willing to pay."
Voltar
Voltar followed suit after Sadril and took Veric's other hand. He had his own ways of teleportation, but he didn't feel like chasing after Veric, since he would likely teleport elsewhere in the Imperial City.
He looked at the shack one more time. So much time had been spent toiling here. It was about time he could leave it. Keeping a firm grip of the Staff of Worldly Demise in his free hand, Voltar nodded to Veric that he was ready.
Flogir
"We're off to the Library to research that word. Hopefully that won't take too long as I have a feeling this will be a bit boring," he replied to Sodsa's question, making a sour face.
"Gah! You're breath reeks, Bosmer! Didn't decide to freshen up this morning?" he said in a joking manner. But indeed, the Bosmer's breath was terrible. Stale alcohol wasn't a nice smell.
Sodsa Hekal
Sodsa grimaced then saw a hint of a smile on Flogir's face. "heh, yeah whatever, lost track of time." Sodsa meandered outside the boat and stretched. "Well, lets get this over with. Heck i don't even know why i'm here. Whats the big goal?"
Satyana
When Jonathan heaved her behind the bar, she slammed her head against a barrel of flin standing behind it and of course lost consciousness for quite a while. She therefore missed most of the commotion and woke up just in time to hear her brother and Jonathan talking about leaving for the library.
Her head hurt and there was some sticky stuff attatched to her hair at the temple, yes it was blood! With a grimace of pain she tried to get on her feet, feeling quite dizzy and nauseous she noticed they were leaving!
Terrified of being left behind she yelled in a hoarse voice
"Rann!!, Jonathan! please donīt leave me here, he...help me please!" Then she fell to the floor again....all dizzy
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
The Silhouette remained in his cave up in the north. A lycantrop came into the camp and the Silhouette looked out from the cave to see if he was looking for him. "Come in" the silhouette said in his cold voice.
Meanwhile goblin raiders had wiped out many villages near the mountains and all that remained was for the chancellor to be killed.
Dalrus, Bloated Float
"Hmm well I have had enough fights for the past week," she smiled at Flogir. "We should go to the library now" she agreed with them. "I hope we can find the reference to that word, something is significant about it," she said thinking.
Veric
In a flash of light the three men disappeared from the shack and reappeared in the sewers below the Imperial City marketplace.
"This is your secure hideout?" Sadril asked looking around the dark passageway.
"Safest place in the empire," Veric answered back, already climbing a makeshift ladder leading to the world above. Sadril followed but once above ground he simply walked off into the night without a word. "Must be hungry," Veric said, partially talking to himself, partially explaining to Voltar. "Do you have any business to take care of?"
Voltar
Voltar shook his head. "I have no business to see to," he answered, watching Sadril stalk off.
"But I am curious about your relationship with the vampire." Voltar had noticed it was quite an odd companionship, and not one he was familiar with hearing about either.
Veric
Veric began walking aimlessly with Voltar through the darkened Imperial streets. He seemed quite arrogant to be walking the streets so haphazardly fresh out of a twenty year confinement. "He is an interesting character. Lives for himself and not another soul.
"When I need some sort of spying or infiltration done I call upon him. He is quite deceptive and a good actor, most call him an assassin but he is simply a liar without match," Veric continued on, clearly enjoying himself. "You can't trust him at all though. He is quite the traitor, selling my secrets; but he also sells me secrets to my advantage. He seems to try to keep a balance in this world, constantly switching sides in the midst of turmoil. One day when the time is right I will send him to his death, but until then he is still a semi-useful rogue pawn."
Voltar
Voltar followed Veric along the streets, listening intently. He found out that Veric's and Sadril's relationship was indeed odd. He also took note of Veric's final remarks. The idea that Veric thought the same way about him crossed Voltar's mind then.
Surely after freeing him and allowing him his chance to get what he wants he wouldn't do that to me... No matter, as long as I have the Staff, I'm sure I match, possibly even surpass Veric in power. He is of no threat of me... he thought warily, his face an expression of nothingness.
"So? Are we going somewhere, or are we just randomly roaming the streets?" Voltar inquired.
Voltar
Voltar was looking straight ahead when he answered Veric's question. "Yes, the Bloated Float is stll around, it's located at the Waterfront as usual," he answered and looked to Veric.
He found himself looking at a Redguard instead, and it nearly caught him surprised. He had heard about Veric's shapeshifting ways, but to actually see it happen was astonishing. Voltar hid his emotions well though, attempting to look as if he's seen shapeshifting done plenty of times.
"No, not at all, it makes sense to keep a low profile with yourself. I don't need to worry myself though, the only people who know of me are in the Summersett Isles. To the Float then."
He had to admit though, seeing a Redguard with those yellow eyes was somewhat unsettling.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint was waiting for an answer when he suddenly slapped his forehead.
,,Oh, I totally forgot! I'll be right back!" He told the group and then dashed back to the Bloated Float.
,,Look, sir. I need about three small bottles of flin and an apple. Could you provide that, please?" He asked the barkeeper, fidgeting around impatiently. The bartender nodded and dissappeared into the storage room.
There was the sound of crates being moved and a few muttered curses. Flint rolled his eyes.
,,This is going to take a while, might as well warn the others." The Breton thought and stepped outside again.
,,Hey, guys! My order is going to take a bit longer! I'll meet you at the library! Sir, please think about the letter. You can give me the answer later!" He shouted at the group before walking back inside and sitting down on a stool. He pulled the hood of his Dark Brotherhood cloak over his face. It had worked last night during a bar brawl, so it would probably be enough to keep any new customers off his back.
Veric
Veric and Voltar eventually made it to the Waterfront. Outside the Bloated Float a peculiar lot of people stood, among them a young man helping an equally young drunk woman. Veric's pace increased slightly as he walked straight through the lot, rather rudely. He assumed Voltar did the same right behind him.
He entered the Bloated Float, ordered a flin for himself and whatever Voltar would have. "So tell me about your background as a Mage," Veric said to Voltar as they settled in.
Veric
"You flatter me. Though that's still quite a title to proclaim yourself to. Myself, I stick to the workings of Alteration and Illusion. I have found that a many number of things can be accomplished with a greater knowledge of both. Of course if you have done your research, which it seems you have, you probably know this," as Veric spoke Sadril entered the Bloated Float and sat to the left of Veric. He seemed flustered and slightly out of breath. "Eat well?" Veric asked in a sarcastic tone.
"I hate it when people lie in bed awake," Sadril replied before adding, "Do you know who the people are who were standing outside of this place?"
(give mallet a post so i dont have a conversation without him
)
Flint Ironwood, waiting for his supplies.
The bartender was still making a mess of the storage room. In the meantime, two men had joined Flint at the bar. Well, not quite joined. They just happened to be sitting near, that's all. Flint couldn't help but listen in on the conversation, old thieve skills kicking in.
,,Wow, not exactly too modest there, are we? Best spellcaster in Nirn?"
Flint turned towards the two new ones. He'd become curious.
,,Forgive me for intruding on your conversation. I heard that you are a spellcaster? I must admit I've never seen a Redguard spellcaster before. I guess I'm still vulnerable to prejudices. Sorry about that." He said and then glanced towards the open door beyond which the bartender let out a particular violent curse as he dropped a barrel on his foot.
Flint frowned, both because of the curse and because of what he'd seen.
,,Yellow eyes. Creepy........yet why do I have the feeling I've seen those eyes before?"
It was then that a familiar man walked in. Flint's could just prevent his mouth from falling open.
,,Crap! It's that vampire! I haven't seen him since.....twenty years ago! Those eyes, they belong to that Breton! Crap again!"
Flint rose up from his stool.
,,Hey, know what? I don't have time for you to find my supplies. I'm off!" He shouted at the bartender and left the Bloated Float as fast as he could without looking suspicious. Once outside, he broke into a full speed run.
,,I have to warn the others. Me and my paranoia, I hate it when my paranoia is right."
Voltar
Voltar shrugged his shoulder indifferently to answer Sadril's question. It was then that the hooded man decided to vacate the Bloated Float, a worried expression on his face.
"Hmm, it seems that you two have unsettled that man," Voltar remarked.
Sadril
Sadril watched the hooded man leave abruptly. He gave one look at Veric, to which Veric replied with a nod. As quickly as the hooded man had left Sadril was out the door, knocking a chair over as he ran out.
He stepped outside, looked around and saw the hooded man sprinting away in the distance. He sprinted after him, and although the vampire was faster than the fleeing Breton there was no telling if Sadril would reach him before he reached whomever he was trying to warn.
Still, Sadril ran as fast as he could, prepared to cut down the hooded figure if necessary.
Veric
Veric chuckled, "Don't worry, Sadril should handle it. Your expertise in Destruction, they wouldn't happen to entail the sinking of boats from the inside, would they?" he asked quietly. More than likely it wouldn't come to such a thing, but Veric felt that making a statement may be in order.
Long one, sorry
Hecate
Imperial Prison, Cyrodiil
Chained to the old, rough stone wall encased in shadows Hecate silently glared at the locks around his wrists. Hed been watching these locks for twenty years. He dodged the sentence of getting executed the day he got captured by the guards, wasnt hard as Hecate was the type that did not fear death, so locking him up in chains for the rest of his life would fit much better too bad that would be a lethal mistake.
Twenty years had been long enough for this assassin and hed already found a way out from these chains. Simply by bashing on locks against the stone wall for twenty years along with trying to pick the lock was enough to break it open. Still something about this night felt different, like it was ment for him to escape.
As the nightfall approached and the room went totally dark, Hecate rose up and threw the locks to the side and slowly moved towards the cell door. With his back against the wall and hands following the rough surface he moved up to the door waiting for the new watch guard. He soon heard the sound of iron boots making their way down the arched stairs.
As the guard walked by Hecates cell Hecates right hand launched out and grabbed the guards arm and jerked it against the celldoor, sending the guard crashing into the iron bars. Hecate followed with a quick twist of the guards wrist, meanwhile his left arm grabbed the guards throat setting the fingers deep into his windpipe; choking the guard along with silencing him. Hecates right arm came up quickly after, grabbing the guards jaw whilst the left changed grip, with a swift movement the guards neck snapped instantly and Hecate guided his limb body to the ground before taking his key and opening the cell door. Hecate could only but give off a cruel smile as his hands hadnt taken any life for over twenty years.
Hecate opened the cell door and quickly made his way for the arch stairs, grabbing the guards sword on the way.
Simple.
He unlocked the door at the top and entered a circular room with an Imperial Jailer sitting by a desk in the middle. The jailer was stunned for a moment before he suddenly saw Hecate leaping forward with the sword. The Jailer threw himself to the side, grabbing his large mace and brought up his mace wonderfully and blocked Hecates strike.
Hecate went a few steps back getting in position before the jailer charged forward, his mace coming down quickly. Hecate's blade intercepted the strike, reflecting the mace to the right whilst taking a wide step to the left.
The jailer nearly stumbled forward, crashing into the wall but he quickly altered his feet and tackled Hecate before his mace followed his move. The furious mace came sideways for Hecates neck, Hecate managed to duck in the last moment and launched a quick but clumsy thrust for the jailers stomach which just bounced of the jailers tough armor.
Hecate sighed; he had surely gotten slower and less precise. He snapped out of the thought once he saw that the mace came down against the now crouched assassin. Hecate suddenly made a quick step aside, dodging the mace before leaping up into the air. Whilst in the air the assassin flipped his blade into an end-over-end spin, before catching it with a reverse grip and thrust it straight into the forehead of the jailer before landing gently leaving the sword in the jailers face. The jailer stood still for a moment with wide-open eyes before he slowly fell backwards hitting the floor dead.
Hecate leaned over the dead imperial before he looked at his palm.
Didnt expect doing that when I was over fifty.
Moving his eyes away from his palm, Hecate scanned the crates in the room knowing his equipment should be in one of them. After finding his gear, Hecate stuffed all of it except his weapons into a small backpack and attached his sheaths to his belt.
Hecate opened the door out to the prison courtyard, diving into the shadows unnoticed. He made his way swiftly past the guards outside before reaching the houses along the wall. He made his way up on the roofs unseen before climbing the last feet before getting over the edge of the huge wall and dove off the side landing hard in the bushes outside and took off into the night. Hecate was free but the news would come soon.
Hecate made his way along the City Isle, heading for the Waterfront where he could easily overtake a shack and gather some food. He was already drained by energy escaping and hadnt had a real good meal in twenty years.
OCC: Bit simple but got a bit much to write
Flint Ironwood, putting a bit of pace in his step.
Flint got increasingly worried as he kept running. He also became increasingly tired.
,,I'm too old for this." He muttered and stopped for a moment to catch a breath. He looked around and saw the vampire running towards him.
,,Oh, how often do I have to think crap today?" The Breton though to himself. He knew that he could never outrun the vampire. He hadn't been able to do that twenty years ago and he definitely couldn't now. Though outjumping was a whole different story.
There was a slight focussing of Magicka, then the man shot up into the sky, straight towards the tower at the center of the city. He could see the group he was supposed to meet down below and altered his course so he would land right between them.
,,Ok, now this is definitely not my idea of a nice day."
(Note: Sadril might recognize the jumping spell used. It is a typical Flint thing. I don't know if he can keep up though. Who knows? My vampiric knowledge doesn't say how good their aerial mobility is.)
Voltar
Heh, less than one day of returning Veric to this dimension and we're all ready running into his old "friends" Voltar thought, returning his attention back to Veric.
"Well, boats are flammable, and it wouldn't take too much to punch a hole through the hull," Voltar comtemplated, looking around at his surroundings, "With all the alcohol in this place, fire would likely cause it to sink with a bang. Probably need a resist fire spell to make sure we don't roast ourselves," he added.
It was looking that things could possibly get a little heated around here. Ohwell, Voltar would do what he must.
OOC: God! That pun is horrible!
Flint Ironwood, the Breton has landed.
Flint landed nearly on top of Jonathan. He fell to the ground while the rest of the group appeared to be quite startled at the sight of a Breton falling from the sky.
,,Sorry.......he's......back." Flint muttered, gasping for breath. He took a deep breath before shouting at the top of his lungs.
,,THE BRETON THAT TRIED TO KILL BRIANNA IS BACK!!!! HIS VAMPIRE IS COMING TO GET US RIGHT NOW! DRAW YOUR WEAPONS!" He then collapsed on the ground again.
,,Ok, I...need...some...air."
Flogir
Flogir jumped when Flint suddenly dropped from the sky. "Gah! Flying assassins!" he said before he realised who it was.
"Jeez, Flint! Couldn't you have just ran to catch up with us? There's no need to scare the guar dung outta us!" he scolded.
Voltar
Voltar returned back to his wine. Sadril seemed like a capable person, even if he did fail, Veric didn't seem to be one who cared about an inconvienance such as that for too long. Voltar liked that kind of thinking, being a conjurist, there were often cases where the creatures he summoned proved useless. All he had to do was banish it and summon something more appropriate. It's all about efficiency.
Too bad this one isn't a good one, I would enjoy this day that much more... Voltar thought randomly.
Satyana
Satyana jumped aside as Flint came down from the air
"Whew....watch it there!" She laughed......it was a bit funny after all. What was not funny was him shouting that someone tried to kill Brianna......did he mean her mother? Her mother whom she never have met.....
Satyana shrugged and moved closer to her brother.......
"Rann...what is happening?" she whispered
Flint Ironwood, overextending himself.
,,Wha?.........Don't pull the good buddy routine on me. We were never good friends. On top of that, you seemed to be quite friendly with the bad guy just a few moments ago! Stay away!" Flint shouted despite his lack of breath and fired a huge Telekinetic wave at Sadril, throwing a couple of unsuspecting people walking around into the air. Exhausted from his action, he collapsed, unconscious.
(Ok, I'm off to bed. Since it seems like you'll be rp-ing for a while, Flint is going to take a little nap.)
Flogir
Flogir wasn't happy about the news. "Vampire! A vampire is coming after us! Who the hell do you guys run into!?" he practically shouted at Flint. It was then that a man dressed in black bellowed out to Flint.
"Well, at least I made sure to go get Iceshard..." he muttered as he unsheathed the blade.
Voltar
Voltar snapped out of his reverie when Veric suddenly exclaimed to "Follow them". It looked like the time for waiting was over. He also noticed the spell Veric casted over himself. Voltar followed suit and tossed his glass of wine aside.
"Well it looks like we're about to end a staple of the Waterfront, pity," he mused and energies formed along his fingertips.
Suddenly bright sparks of heat erupted in various places that quickly grew into powerful flames that rapidly began to encompass the boat.
"Won't take long for the alcohol to go, I suggest we vacate," Voltar said, making his way towards the exit.
Arezt Arco Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell
Whispers was heard in the wind, whispers calling yet again for Arezt Colerion. Endeavored to Azura, Arco had been wandering across the lands serving a god he no longer had faith too, who had brought him through the psychical oblivion. Whispers of unknown words was what guided him, in between he'd actually hear something he understood but in the end he would end up surpringly at the right place at the right time.
Arco encased himself in his old cloak as the wind was getting stronger and water was washed up on the docks of Ebonheart.
Ebonheart was quiet - the stars in the midnight sky faded as the clouds settled over Ebonheart and rain started poured down. Arco stood still by the boat he was about to leave with, if the weather woudn't get any worse though.
Serene alias Adriana Moranis, entering Ebonheart, Vvardenfell
At last! The flickering lights of Ebonheart was visible in front of her. She had been on the road for three days now and her feet was aching in the old ragged boots she had bought at a pawnbrokers in Pelagiad the day before yesterday. She was hungry and tired, the wind caught her worn cloak and she shrugged. The night were the worst, she hadnīt been able to find nightquarters since she left Aldīruhn three days ago and she was totally exhausted by now.
Ebonheart was quiet tonight, scarsely anyone was out...except for a man standing at the docks, beside a boat...in fact beside the boat she probably was going to take, that is if it was leaving for the mainland tonight! The weather seemed to get worse, a cold rain started to poor down, wetting her cloak completely through.
She slowly approached the man...he did not look hostile but she was always prepared for the worst.
"Good day to you Serjo" she said politely, thoroughly covering her face with the hood of her cloak...
Arezt Arco Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell
Arco heard the stranger coming up behind him, under his cloak his hands slowly touched the curved hilts of his scimitars - people rarely came up to him and talked to him, so he didn't expect a pleasant outcome of this until he heard her voice. As soon as he spoke his eyes went wide for a second, it was familiar, he'd heard that voice before, was the last thing he heard before he died in the mountains decades ago - voice of Serene. He immidietly let go off the hilt before he turned his face around and looked at the woman, no hood or outfit could cover that voice...
Adriana/Serene
The man turned around...and in the dim light of Secunda she noticed a face she recognised....but it couldnīt be, could it? She pulled back the hood, showing her face a bit..
"Arco?" she whispered "Is it really you?" She felt a warmth run through her body. Meeting an old friend was something she really devoured at this time.
She stretched out her hand towards him, for a tenth of a second she thought: What if itīs not Arco?
Arezt Arco Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell
"Through death and a couple of decades appart, but still we meet again, Serene" Arco replied turning all the way around to the woman with a small smile on his face.
Arco had a hard time believing this, but a voice you hear before you die gets written in stone which stays in your head forever. Over twenty years had past but still he remembered her clearly, when you don't get new friends you end up thinking on those you had.
Adriana/Serene
"Shush...please, my name is Adriana Moranis, Serjo" she said , as she noticed some movement on the ship beside them
She then pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear
"Oh aye, Iīm Serene alright but itīs for your ears only, I donīt want to be recognised"
"Itīs so good to meet you" she then added "Are you going to take the ship to the mainland?"
The rain was pouring down very heavily now and the wind was getting stronger....and cooler
Arezt Arco Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell
"Ah, I see. Yes, I'm head towards the mainland, if I'm not mistaken this boat goes to the Waterfront, in the Imperial City" Arco replied with a low voice back to Serene.
"Think we can get omboard now, seems they are taking the chance to leave in this storm" Arco continued and started walking up on the deck of the boat.
"Good to see you too" He added halfway up before walking up and getting inside the boat where it was at least warm.
Serene/Adriana
"Ok letīs get onboard then"
Serene followed Arco on the boat. It was warm and pretty comfortable. She would at leasrt have a chance to dry her clothes. Besides it felt good to have a friend with her, a lonely woman could be regarded as prey to some......
"Really good to see you too" she smiled
Arezt Arco Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell
Arco only smiled back to Serene before making himself comfortable, but taking off his cloak and offering it too Serene. His cloak was more resistant against water and thick so it would preserve heat, he didn't need it as he was very dry. He looked up into the ceiling whilst inside the boat, he was somewhat intruiged by why Serene went by an alias. Even more that he actually met Serene now, seemed to him that there might be something coming up... again.
What do you got for me now, Azura?
OOC: I'm off now, night..
Ian
While Johnathan unsheathed his blade, Ian remained inert for several moments. He could tell this vampire wasn't to be trusted, but he seemed somewhat like a kindred spirit. Sadril seemed to go where the wind took him, and that was something agents tended to revere and admire.
As subtlely as possible, Ian readied his bow and reached for an arrow, kindred or not Ian had taken a vow to protect the younger members of the group. A small cloud of smoke curled over the walls of the Temple District. He sighed. Is it just me or does this group a magnet for trouble? I wonder what I got myself into when I accepted this contract.......
Voltar
Voltar stood beside Veric, admiring his work as the Bloated Float was further consumed in flames.
"Well it certainly seems we have all our bases covered," Voltar added to Veric's statement.
He did believe that as long as they worked together properly, there was little that could stop their combined might. All it would take was logical and level heads to prevail.
"So I take it we're going to do some more sight-seeing while we wait for word from Sadril?"
Voltar
Voltar pondered the question, taking his time to think things through. "Well, this idea might be a bit of a longshot, but you became a "long-lost Septim" who is looking to reclaim his throne. You might even go as far as to say that you're a reincarnation of Martin Septim, as the Nine Divines deemed that a Septim was needed to rule the empire once more. I think I could act as a prophet for such a prophecy," Voltar offered.
"Then again, we could always assassinate a councilor currently vying for the Emporer position. Then you could resume their place, suggesting that an assassination attempt left you with those eyes of yours. Then you hire me as your advisor, and we twist the political game to our favour," he added. Those were the two ideas that came to the top of his head. Both seemed possible to pull off.
"We would definitely have public favour if we find a way to vanquish that presense in the Valus Mountains that I mentioned to you about..."
OOC: I'm off to bed, later!
Sadril
"My father is not important right now. Your father is, however. I need to locate him and tell him of a rather delicate situation that has arisen. Do you know where he is?" Sadril asked, stretching his neck and looking around, half expecting to see Rahvin.
OOC: may this post forever be known as the post that obtained me master rank.
Ian
As Rann exchanged words with the vampire Ian thoughtfully studied the Dunmer's posture and movements. Lax, but moves with care....... Appears to have fed recently........ perfect, he'll be weaker then usual.
Ian knew that vampires had to feed to retain their normal form, but the longer they went without blood the more power full (and less sane) they became. But since this one had just fed then he was most normal, and that would make things a little easier.
"Issac we're at the Temple District enterance to Green Emporer Way, meet with us there. We could have some more trouble, and not drunk brigands this time."
Issac
"I hear you, be there in a heartbeat." Issac replied back. "Sorry Chancellor, but I must meet with the rest of the group." Ocato nodded ever so slightly. "I see, young Issac, your cleints may proceed straight to the Library, I have matters to attend to." And he strode off.
Issac approached the Temple archway, and rejoined the group. He also noticed the vampire that had their attention. His hands lightly grasped his katana and he positioned himself to the right of the group beside Rann.
Issac
Taking notice of Rann's gesture, Issac let go of his hilts, but remained wary of this vampire. He stood there just listening to the conversation and watching for anything that could threaten the party......
OCC: I'm also calling it a night... erm morning...... whatever!
Sadril
Sadril's anger grew steadily as Flint's rant went on. He found himself wanting to put a sword through the Breton's throat to silence him, but when Rann intervened and told Flint to calm down, Sadril's anger subsided slightly.
"You don't know Veric like I do," he said, taking a menacing step towards Flint, "If word spreads openly of his return he will see no reason to remain discrete in his workings. That's not something we want."
Flint Ironwood, calming down (a little)
,,We? I'm not even sure which side you're on. Fine, I'll do the same thing I did last time. You can tag along if you like but one bad move.......and I'll take you out. For your information, we were heading towards the library to go snooping around in some old books. I wonder why they have blind monks watching after a bunch of books. Must be dangerous information." Flint answered and sheathed his swords, though he kept his hands on the hilts. He deliberately moved to the rear of the group so he could keep an eye on Sadril.
,,Well, after you."
,,At least I now know the Breton's name. Veric, huh?"
Ian
"Indeed, there is much forbidden knowledge in those halls. They contain the great Elder Scrolls, which foretell all important events and legends. The monks' blindness is a symptom of the Elderscrolls, whoever reads them be comes temporarily blinded, and after several sessions, complete permanant loss of sight follows." Ian told them.
"I have only been inside the library once before for reasons I do not wish to discuss." And he began to lead the group beside Issac.
Flogir
Flogir had trouble keeping his jaw from falling from all the information he was hearing. Imagine what gossip this could be! Unfortunately he knew that information like this was not meant to be shared and since he wasn't leaving the group anytime soon, he'd likely not have the chance to talk to random people privately.
Still, he placed the information in his backlog. Whenever the chance for a good sell arrived, he had would have the information required.
"Well, if we got a vampire joining the group, it looks like we're going draw a lot of eyes..." Flogir muttered, looking at the crowd that was growing around them.
Voltar
"All I know is that it has power. A lot of it. I have heard rumors that crimerate has lowered by alot. Obviously, this presense is collecting them to the Valus Mountains, as if they are building an army. It seems to be satisfied now, since I haven't heard any of it's callings anymore. So I expect all hell to break loose soon in the east," he said, walking beside Veric, a awkward expression formed on his face.
"I don't believe it's a creature of Nirn though... it's abilities are... foreign to say the least. It could pose some problem to us. Other than that, I have no idea what it is, or a name."
Voltar
Voltar waited patiently for Veric's desicion as he stood there and pondered on it. Upon hearing the outcome, Voltar nodded.
"Sounds ideal, we'll at least know what we're dealing with, and if worse came to worse, we'll manage an escape if needed," he thought aloud. He noticed then that Veric had something else on his mind as well.
Knowing that he would hear what was on his mind, Voltar resumed walking alongside Veric until he revealed his question. It was one that he didn't quite expect, by nonetheless Voltar thought and formed an answer.
"Fate you say... I would have to say I do believe in it. Every since I heard of you, I knew that we would meet eventually. As I believe, the powerful should rule, and obviously we are among the powerful ones. We deserve the Empire. I also did not think it was coincidence that Sadril stumbled upon my home with that amulet the night that my ability in freeing you was met. That has only solidified my beliefs in fate," Voltar said slowly, thinking out his words carefully, "But do I think that fate can be changed? That sounds like a better question in my opinion."
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
All was calm now, the villages had all been burnt. Hundreds lay dead, though no battles had taken place. All that remained was for everything to fall into place. Chancellor Ocato would die, the pirates would set fire to Bravil, and the final movement would take place. He had waited thousands of years for this, and his army was only the first part..
"You seek blood, and you will get blood," he said to the lycantrop. "Go now, slaughter the people of Harlun's watch," he said, his voice icy and unwelcoming.
Dalrus, With the group
Dalrus looked at the vampire before her, wondering why he was so friendly. Of course all they had to do was announce aloud that a vampire was there and the guards would come and slaughter him.
"So...you're a vampire, what of it? What do you want? You are wasting our time, so get to business or go away," she said in anger at this new distraction from their task.
Voltar
Voltar accepted the generosity displayed by Veric and ordered himself a much smaller meal and another glass of wine. Voltar sipped the wine a looked across the table at his companion and his bevy of food.
"So, tell me about this dimension you created, how and functions and whatnot. It is, at the moment, out of my abilities to do, so I'm just curious. Plus, considering all the food you've ordered, you must've designed some way to sustain yourself in that dimension for 20 years. Sounds impossible to do, but I'm seeing it, so I would like to know," Voltar inquired quietly, yet levelly. He treated the question as he would treat a fellow mage in inquiring spell formations.
Flint Ironwood, at the library. (I'm going to pull time forward a bit, ok?)
Flint had kept out of the conversations for now. He was a bit nervous. The sight of the library did little to ease his nerves.
,,Ok, looks like we're here. Now what exactly are we looking for? If it involves those Elder Scrolls, let someone else look at them. I prefer to keep my eyesight, thank you very much." He spoke with a light dose of sarcasm.
Green-Root, near Leywaiin. (Did I spell it right?)
The Argonian paced back and forth impatiently. Ships were just so slow compared to swimming. Finally, they rounded the curve in the river and saw their destination. Green-Root gripped his spear and wandered over to the captain.
,,Pillage and Plunder. You may keep any goods you and your man find. Just destroy the city when you're done. Serve my master well, and you will be rewarded greater than your most sinful imaginations." Green-Root informed the pirate for the umptheenth time. He then vaulted over the side and dove into the water.
Tail moving from side to side, the Argonian made rapid progress underwater and soon reached the harbour unseen. With everyone focussed on the approaching pirate ship, he would get a perfect opportunity for raiding the local treasury before he had to share his finds with the pirates.
,,Pawns, we are all pawns. Some pawns are just smarter and more successful than others."
Sadril
"Chorrol? Ah hell, I don't feel like walking there right now," Sadril complained has he mindlessly followed the group into the library. "What are you looking for here in the library anyway?" he inquired, opening a random book and flipping through the pages.
Satyana, feeling left out
Satyana was not sure why she even was in the group heading towards the library, nobody seemed to actually care about her or even listen to her....she went more and more annoyed...ok Jonathan was at least a tad decent but her brother was more interested in that....vampire!
She decided to sneak away as soon as there was an opportunity. She started to walk slower, and soon she was a bit behind them all.....
Just have to wait for the right moment....I could as well go back to Chorrol....maybe Rahvin is still there...he seemed to be nice and also he knew my mother once
OOC: she doesnīt hide her thoughts.....hint hint
Rann
"If you'll excuse me." he said to Sadril after reading his sister's thoughts.
Are all sisters so damned emotionally fragile? he thought, having the presence of mind to guard his thoughts. Still, though, he had to do something to make her feel better.
"Satyana!" he shouted, running back out of the library.
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan chuckled as Rann went after Satyana. "Shes her own person, let her be free.." He thought.
The library was rather boring, after all it was a place of study, and Jonathan sought to entertain himself. After managing after to Flogir, whilst still keeping a keen eye on their new companion he sought a very important question.
"What happened twenty or so years ago Flogir? I was but a we lad back then.. Actually I can't remeber to much of then anyways.. not before or after.."
Issac, feeling the mood.....
The two people talking behind him grabbed Issac's attention. He slowed down and matched pace with them, it seemed like they were in a sensitive conversation right now so he was content to let them speak their intentions when they felt ready to do so.......
Ian
Despite being privvy to Flogir's past and his roles in the battles of the Oblivion Crisis, Ian made no comment, and no sign that he had heard them. He'd been at those battles, he'd laid his eyes on Mehrunes dagon's unholy form at the end. And he's gotten a front row seat to the summoning of Akatosh's avatar.
Its ironic really, he mused. Agents don't fight out in the open, but I revealed my vocation so many times in that conflict. Ian had liked Martin, a little plagued by self-doubt, and unsure about his role in the order of things at the beginning, but he'd come through in Bruma and in the Imperial City.
The Dragon Statue still stood proudly in the ruins of the Temple of the One. I might visit it before we leave, pay my respects......
Sadril
Sadril simply sneered when Rann refused to discuss what it was he was researching. Whatever it may be, it must be worth my time if that boy chooses to hide it from me. Maybe I'll just stick around a bit.
Sadril was aware of a presence to the east, even heard its calls though he was to busy with the revival of Veric to investigate. He certainly didn't suspect it being the point of interest in this visit to the library, however.
Flogir
"Don't really know about Veric and this vampire and all that... I've only recently met Rann and everyone else. I don't know Rann's father, Rahvin. I get the idea that they're not to be trusted though... I got the same creeped out feeling you have," Flogir admitted, returning his gaze to the picture in the book.
Flint Ironwood, in the library.
Flint was snooping around. He reached out and pulled a book out of the rack.
,,Whoohoo! I found it!" He shouted in excitement.
,,Oh wait, this isn't it after all. Sorry, guys."
,,Finally, a Dwemeric book on smithing, translated by some Dunmer in Morrowind. Oh boy, I've got to read it." He thought with a grin as he hid the book under his cloak. Once a thief, always a thief. Flint then walked over to one of the blind monks.
,,Hi, my friends and I are looking for something about Moldaire. Have any ideas?" He asked the monk.
The monk frowned in deep concentration, recalling all of the knowledge he'd ammassed during his life.
,,Second rack on the right, fifth layer from the ground, the tenth book. Page 213." He muttered. Flint grinned.
,,Thank you."
Within moments, he had retrieved the book and opened it on the right page.
,,Now, let's see."
(Note: I don't think we should manually search in a freaking huge library none of us have seen before. Also, I don't know a thing about the Moldaire, so what should Flint find?)
Arezt Arco Colerion
Topal Sea, Tamriel
Arco hadn't gotten much rest during the harsh journey, the storm had gotten worse as they came ever closer to Cyrodiil. Even for such an acrobatic Dunmer as he was, it was hard for Arco to stay on his feet as he ship was thrown from side to side by massive waves. Under deck there was little to see of what was going on, as determined as he was Arco went to the trapdoor and opened it slowly and got up on deck. Waves threw water across the deck, tripping those on deck trying to keep the ship on course. Dark blue clouds covered the sky, lightened up by heavy lightning from each side. Arco didn't spend much time on deck before he was ordered down by a stressed and frightened captain - this wasn't a good sign.
This ain't good...
Seconds after that thought struck him, a huge blade formed rock brusted through the floor, nearly cutting Arco in half if he hadn't dived to the side. Water punshed through the broken woodwork and started filling the ship rapidly.
"Get out now!" Arco cried out before strapping his swords extra tight to his waist.
Arco ran quickly back to Serene, dodging past the few people who were now panicing signaling her to come and get out of the sinking ship.
OCC: Are there sharks in these waters?
Serene, on the sinking ship, Topal Sea
The journey had not been pleasant at all. The storm made the world completely upside down. As Serene never had been able to stand the sea sheīd been hanging over the railing most of the time puking her intestines out of her.
When the ship rammed the sharp block she was thrown off the railing and slammed into the cabin wall..
"Ouch" she cried. Then she heard Arco shouting something about getting out...Now she was out alright and had so been all the time. Her clothes were soaked and the taste in her mouth was foul..nevertheless she obeyed Arco, she had not enough willpower left to take initiatives of her own.
She stumbled towards Arco...
"Heey..Iīm here " she croaked falling heavily against him
OOC: Hmm sharks? well letīs pretend there are some beasts in that sea!
Flint Ironwood, acting to cheapness.
,,Waah!" Flint jumped back, dropping the book and drawing his blades at the same time.
,,Don't sneak up on me! I still don't trust you, don't forget that." He snapped and glared at the vampire.
,,As for your information, maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He continued.
Green-Root, Leyawiin.
Green-Root chuckled with glee. He was rich, incredibly rich. Not only that, he had also put his hand on an enchanted spear. With just the right command, the silver blade would transform into the purest and lightest Daedric. At least, that's what the little note strapped to the shaft said. He tried it out and laughed out loud as he stabbed the black spear through a wall.
,,Incredible!"
Outside, the pirates had engaged the town guards in a fierce battle.
Arezt Arco Colerion
Topal Sea, Tamriel
Arco catched Serene as he came stumbling into him, he grabbed her by the arm and led the way through the sinking ship, now filled with water to their knees. Arco followed the others who were now practically swimming against the door leading to the deck.
Once on the deck Arco noticed several people already dived into the dark sea, swimming in all directions - they hadn't even taken the short amount of time to scan for land, which Arco did. With his keen eyesight he could see the silhouette of land to their north west but it was a long swim.
Arco ran to the edge of the boat along with Serene, looking towards land.
With the boat sinking rapidly, Arco simply lifted up Serene before he threw her out into the water and took a last look, checking everyone was off the ship before he dived in after her.
Flint Ironwood, annoyed.
,,Yeah, whatever. Hey guys, the vamp has got the book we need!" The Breton shouted and then walked away. He sat down in an empty corner where he began to read his own book, while still keeping an eye on his surroundings.
(Off to bed. And I wonder what waterwalk in a storm will be like. Walking on a trampoline, maybe?)
Serene in the sea!
Ferociously coughing Serene came up to the surface of the roaring sea and was pleased to find Arco not far from her. She realised her only chance was to stick to him. Now she had to admit she felt better being in the sea than on it!
OOC: bedtime! hard work tomorrow! Oh and walking on a stormy sea? well..hmmm could be tricky yes!
Karn
The trip across the brideg and through the Talos Plaza was uneventful. Karn had to admit it was disappointing. Only a week without crime and the guards aren so complacent the don't even go along their patrol routes..... pathetic
The assassins fanned out around the enterance of the palace. There were two guards standing on each side of the door. Karn made the same hand-signs that he'd used in Chorrol, but split into ten copies this time. With blinding speed all the copies slammed full-force into the archway, knocking the door off its hinges.
The guards turned startled at the ten dunmer standing in between them, but before they could draw their blades they were undone.
Karn, the real one, strode toward the door, the four armored corpses were riddled with arrows. The force of murderers pressed onward deeper into the palace.
OCC: the killing spree has begun.
Karn
Standing in front of the coucil chamber door, Karn took a deep breath. There was a thud, and one of the assassins hollered something. Karn spun around, a dumer Vampire was standing in front of one of the D. Brotherhood members.
Karn evaluated the newcomer with a malicous glare. Where did he come from, no matter the Chancellor must die. "Assassins to arms! Kill the vampire!" He shouted to the assassins and his ten clones.
The sooner this is over, the faster I can get a new assignment. Karn kicked the door open and marched inside......
OCC: Thanks, yes I don't mind another showdown. But Karn has better targets to murder.
Karn
The room was packed, the entire council must be in attendance, he thought. He shook his head and summoned half of his clones to retreat to his position. I'll need to eliminate everyone in this room. Karn smiled to himself, he knew that this massacre would completely decapitate to Empire.
As the five clones began to murder the nearest politicians, Karn jeapt onto the huge table that sat in the center of the chamber. He made his way to the weary chancellor.........
Karn's copies
The vampire was a worthy foe, there was no doubt abour that. But the copies were born to be relentless, not honorable. The five that remained to combat the intruder spread out, watching the vampire progress through the expendable Dark Brotherhood pawns.
"One of you, find the assassin that was shamed, and bring him here. He shall serve a new purpose." Karn's command was clear, so one of the copies broke formation and charged out the door.
The others taightened their ranks and continued to study the killing of thier "comrades."
Rann
The conversation between he and Satyana stopped as the unmistakable noises of battle were heard from down the hallway.
"Stay unnoticed, but heal anyone that needs it." he said, making an extra effort to give her a role in the situation.
He ran down the hallway, readying his bow and putting an arrow to its string.
"Duck!" he shouted to Sadril as he fired an arrow. He hoped that Sadril had the presence of mind to do so, for if he didn't, he would find a bothersome arrow in his skull. If he did, then the assassin behind him would meet his demise.
Rann
Rann had been about to put another arrow to his bowstring when an assassin got too close for comfort. Improvising due to the situation, he just shoved the arrow into his chest and left him standing there in shock. He guessed what was happening in the council chambers, and ran towards the huge doors at full speed, throwing down his bow and pulling out his katana.
He had almost reached it, but the doors slammed in front of him and bolted.
"Damnit!" he spat, He could only imagine the screams he would be hearing soon.
Karn, getting straight to the point.....
Karn glared down at Chancellor Ocato, the ancient mer was obviously plagued by fatigue. Hearing the sound of armored boots, Karn glanced back at the archway. More guards were coming, curse it all, couldn't they have stayed in bed longer?
He ordered a single clone to hold off the guards, and turned back to the chancellor's throne. But he found himself looking into a pair of disturbingly alert eyes instead. The Chancellor gripped Karn tightly on his left shoulder, and Karn recoiled as a surge of lightning blasted through his body.
His breath came in ragid gasps, and his heart raced irratically. he slowly got to his feet, feeling his anger building. "You look the worse for wear, Chacellor, allow me to put you out of your misery." His voice was a clear pronouncemnet of death....
Issac
Picking up the book that Sadril had dropped, Issac scanned it eagerly with his eyes. he was always facinated by ancient texts. Interesting........... I think I get what this means..... His thought was caught off as he picked up the sounds of fighting. What's going on?
He pocketed the book and hastily adressed a monk on the fact he was borrowing the book and sped down the hallway.
Ian
Ian ran his finger across the page of an ancient book on the pioneering arts of stealth, when a sudden chill ran through his body. He can't be here, doesn't he have better things to do?
With great care he set the book down on the shelf and then bolted with all due haste toward the cold presence.......
Flogir
Flogir noticed Rann rush out of the library, and he immediately heard the sounds of battle. He instictively unsheathed Iceshard and pursued after the Dunmer.
Upon his arrival he found Rann and Sadril fighting off multiple assassins, so Flogir immediately began to assist the two men. Stabbing his way towards Rann.
"Where do we need to get to?" Flogir shouted over the noise, thinking that the large closed doors was the answer.
Sadril
(i assume because it wasnt really responded to his attack connected?)
Sadril's blade met wtih the clone's skull with a satisfying crack, and he fell to the side lifeless. "Through those doors into the council chamber!" He called back to one of the men who had posed the question of where to go.
Although it's barred from the inside... Sadril paused for a moment and looked around. He saw that the hallway rounded around the chamber and figured it was his best bet to find a way inside. He cut his way once more through the battle, felling two more assassins as he ran and eventually broke through; sprinting down the hallway.
He came to a set of stairs leading upward and followed them swiftly, turning left at the top until he reached an overlook of the council chamber. He considered jumping down from the hole in the ceiling of the chamber, but it was very high above the large round council table.
Karn
The Council Chamber was a confused mob as the situation became clear to the surviving politicians. Karn had no time for advisors and treasury masters, though.
After the attack, Chancellor Ocato was now swaying in a dezed fashion, exhausted in mind and body. Karn unsheathed his blades and leaned forward to take a good look at Ocato's eyes. And the blade dived into his chest.
As the body crumpled Karn serveyed the room and didn't have the slightest reason to look up at the cielling. He noticed a small ornate ring on the Chancellor's middle finger, and sliced it of as proof of the deed.
He made hand signs and his copies reunited with their master, and he felt rejuvenated. Time to wrap this up........
Ian
Moments behind Issac, Ian skidded to a halt as the battle came into view. Sadril, Rann, and Flogir were clearly trying to get to the Council chamber. Oh, by Oblivion! Ian shouted to Issac. "We need to get to the Council Chamber, Issac blow open the door!"
Issac glowed faintly as he summoned the power in his body to the task at hand. He held his hand before him and the glow centered in his plams. A fully charged "Deadra's Fury" struck the door, freezing the bolts, but burning the door open.........
EDIT: sorry I have to go to bed now, I'll post again after school.......
Flogir
Flogir was busily engaged in battle when he heard the vampire's answer. When he look, he saw that the vampire was fleeing the battle!
The coward... Flogir thought suspiciously as he finished off another assassin.
Suddenly Issac and Ian appeared to help out for the battle. At least that was something Flogir was happy about. A large explosion reached Flogir's ears and he winced in pain. It looked as though someone had blown the door apart. Flogir didn't catch who, but he was happy that it was done.
"Let's go guys!" Flogir called and quickly went through the doorway to the massacre that awaited the party.
Rann
Rann pushed through the crowd of politicians that was now pouring out of the open door. He entered the room to see Karn and a fairly large number of assassins against himself and the others. Whatever Imperial guards had been in the room were now trying to protect the remaining councillors.
He noticed then the dead corpse of Ocato, and the stealthy Sadril, trying to sneak up on Karn...
"So," he said calmly, hoping to keep Karn's attention from the still-unnoticed Sadril, "What did you hope to gain by killing him? You couldn't possibly be dumb enough to think that you could possibly take control of the Empire with a few dark brotherhood assassins." He guessed that Veric was behind it, or the unknown leader in the east, if they weren't the same person. He didn't voice his thoughts though, as his main focus was keeping Karn's mind occupied.
Flint Ironwood, late.
Flint looked up. He knew that noise and didn't like it. The Breton sighed and slipped out of the library. The unmistakable sight of death Dark Brotherhood assassin greeted his eyes.
,,Where would they.....the council chamber. Oh, I don't want to get involved with politics." Flint muttered as he broke into a quick run.
When he arrived, more blood met him. He pulled up his hood to cover his face before venturing inside.
,,The Dark Brotherhood may be evil, but this was just a slaughter. And why is the vamp trying to sneak up that freak's back?"
Flint revealed none of his thoughts, seeing as how his features were shrouded in the darkness of his hood.
He stuck to the shadows upon entering and outside Karn's line of sight. The Breton gave a short nod to Sadril.
,,We'll work together for now, don't think that changes anything."
Flint crouched and carefully picked up Sadril's sword. He held it out at the tip for Sadril to grab as he unsheathed one of his own swords, the Blade of the Night.
Jonathan Constantine
"Sonofa.."Jonathan cursed as he pursued Flogir out the door.
By the time he reached the courts and then the chambers a large number of people had already fallen. He noticed Karn though, and trotted up beside Rann.
"You little bastarde you.. You just don't give up do yea?"
Dalrus, Library-Councilor Chamber
Dalrus looked at the book that flint found and came to the page when she heard noise. "This cannot be good," she said as magic welled up in her fingers and she ran downstairs. She came to a room full of many assasins, not all dark brotherhood, some freelance ones as well. She fired electricity at two of them. One blocked the attack with an absorb spell but the other fried. She fired more in all directions, avoiding her friends of course.
Karn
Only the success of Ocato's murder mattered right now, but Karn decided to patronize the group. "Rule the Empire? I am a ninja, not some frial, cowardly politician."
Beyond the door to the chamber Karn spotted his last clone carrying a bundle of black cloth. Good, now all is ready for our departure..... The clone leapt over the crowd of councilers and landed beside him, the Dark Brotherhood assassin slung over his shoulder.
Karn took the dying man and adjusted his position so he was staring eye to eye with him. A sudden flash of green light came from his hands to encompase the man. The last piece finished, Karn simple tossed the man to the floor, and absorbed the last copy.
Returning his attention to the various foes arrayed around him. "I have done what the Silhoute has commanded, and now....." He sheathed his sword. "I shall depart." And he dissappeared in a blur of movement out the enterance.
OCC: Karn left behind all the remaining assassins to fend for themselves.........
Flint Ironwood, angry.
Flint tossed Sadril's sword to the ground in anger.
,,Damn quickfooted Kwama!" He shouted.
The Breton now paid attention to the remaining assassins.
,,If you value your live, you will leave." He told them as he unsheathed his second blade. Instantly, he unleashed a telekinetic barrage from the blades. Blasts to hurl the assassins of their feet where joined by sharp blades of air.
(Hmm, I'm off to bed. Basically, Flint is providing some long-range firre support during this battle. And uh, he can miss.
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Ooops.....gotta lock this..NOW!
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