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"Hmm...This town seems like a dump..." Tritus Says as he sneaks into The Town of Bruma in the dark of night. "Feels like somethings about to happen though...Wonder what..." As he things this over, Tritus head for the nearest Inn.
Voltar
Voltar was awed by Veric's lecture on the formation of his dimension. It made sense! He never thought combinations of Alteration and Illusion would make such things capable, but it certainly made sense. He now held a little scorn for himself in believeing that Illusion was a rather unnecessary school. He would remedy that when he had that chance, for now he intended to see through Veric's plans.
Which now turned to a stroll, which evidently Veric led on to being more than a casual one. Voltar wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "Sure, I'll come with you," he said, rising from his chair.
Karn
Avoiding the torches and other illuminants (and of course guards), Karn made excellent progress. "It is done, my lord. Ocato lies dead on his sundered throne, and the Empire is now without direction or purpose." Karn mentally crowed thriumphantly to the Silhouete.
Sadril
"Hey careful with that!" Sadril snarled at Flint when he threw his sword down, himself a little frustrated about letting the assassin get away. He got up from the crouched position he had remained in since he fell from the overlook, but felt a sharp surge of pain through his right leg and fell back to a kneel.
He felt his right ankle which was quite swollen, and judging by the pain... Broken. Damnit all. Sadril lied back, allowing the guards who had shown up to take care of the few remaining assassins who were left behind. He had lost his cloak, and his blade had been nicked slightly, but he had obtained a new piece of information. The Silhouette, huh? He breathed a deep sigh of defeat, his leg aching. "Medic."
(cue satyana, if she's not afraid of a little vampure
)
Veric
Veric and Voltar arrived on scene at the Council hall, the place in complete disarray. "It would seem there was an attack," he said quietly to his companion while taking on the shape of a young, tall altmer--form his yellow eyes may blend in witha bit better. They watched from a safe distance at the scene.
Rann
With the fight over, he sheathed his katana and faded into the background, not wanting the same attention that Sadril was getting, standing near the center of the room with an injured leg. He found himself standing near two altmer, a young one and an old.
"Is that Ocato on the ground there?" he asked in a tone of innocent worry, trying to indirectly divulge information that he may have missed without having to explain his presence. "Did that vampire do it?"
OOC: the two altmer being Voltar and Veric
Veric
"Yes I believe it is Ocato," Veric answered, acting as if he wasn't sure who the corpse on the ground belonged to. Considering the person talking to him knew Sadril well enough to know he was a vampire and the fact that Sadril was ordered to follow the son and daughter of Brianna, Veric concluded that this man next to him could very well be Brianna's son. He still played his cards well, replying with a, "Vampire? That Dunmer over there is a vampire?"
Flogir
Flogir stood there weary. The battle had taken a lot out of him, not to mention that the display before him wasn't all that appealing. Ocato dead, didn't help either.
"Oh boy... Things are going to get very difficult from now on...," Flogir muttered before raising his voice for the others to hear.
"Well it looks like we know who's commanding them now... something called A "Silhouette"...".
Voltar
Voltar kept silent, feinging speechlessness as he closely studied all the people in the room, guessing at their abilities and weaknesses. He wasn't fool enough to look like he was actually studying them though.
How unfortunate for Ocato... Voltar thought absently. There were a little too late to have witnessed his death.
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Swimming, Topal Sea, Tamriel
They now found themselves in the stormy sea, the other people now swimming in all directions kept disappearing behind huge waves. Knowing that Serene would be able to read his mind, Arco thought insted of speaking - knowing every breath he would take was important.
Throw away all unnecessary unless you can waterwalk in such stormy weather.
Arco started swimming towards the silhouette of land in the distant whilst looking back every now-and-then to check that Serene was with him.
Arco was hoping things wouldn't get worse. He surpassed most enemies with his sword skills and acrobatics, but against a raging sea he didn't stand much chance, if any creatures from the depths would appear - then he would be in deep compassion.
Stick close, who knows what we might encounter before we reach land - let's hope nothing.
The Silhouette, Valus Mountains
Phase one was now complete. Ocatto was dead, Leyawiin was being burnt, raiders were destroying towns, the werewolf would soon destroy many suburbs of the large cities. Stage two would start soon enough, and stage three would come after quite some time. The army was starting to grow restless, the Silhouette slayed any who acted out, though very few had to be slain. Berserkers would soon come from the north with reaver armies, and then the imperial province would be assaulted from most sides. Pirates were coming towards anvil as well. Only when everything was complete would the Silhouette not go by his fake name.
Dalrus, High Council room
"What do we do now? The empire will be in shambles, there is literally no one to hold up the empire," she thought looking at the many dead elder councilors. "I suppose the counts will fight for it, the empire is up for grabs now" she said to Rann worriedly.
Eurod, Bruma outskirts
The brisk air of Bruma could be felt everywhere. Snow was lightly falling on the countless pines in the northern mountains. A robin perched upon a bush, eating the red berries that grew off it. The path to Bruma was covered in snow, however, the city was large and above it a huge mountain loomed, making it easy enough to find. Bruma lay upon a large hill, a mountain almost. Not only that, most of the area outside it was rocky, and to make it even more secure, the blades fortress was on the mountain looming over head.
A deer bounded off as the sound of hooves become louder. Suddenly coming around the corner towards Bruma came around one hundred mounted knights. Their leader was a blonde haired, blue eyed man, who had an honest face and a chiseled body. This was evident through his cloth clothes. Normally he would be wearing armor, however, that was not necessary as they were only out practicing, as usual. He came into town and they all put their horses in the stables. Eurod got off his horse and walked around town. He loved the feeling of the brisk north, this town was his favorite place in the world.
(would someone want to play Narina Carvain's daughter who will be Eurod's, girl friend?)
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Swimming, Topal Sea, Tamriel
Arco was swimming quickly through the water, but using huge amounts of strength to stay on course in the violent sea. But now it was about to get worse, as he was swimming and the waves kept pushing him under water he quickly noticed a huge shark swimming close to the sea floor which he could now see.
The shark disappeared from his sight.
Moments later, whilst coming closer to the few people in front of him, a fin appeared on the surface for a split second before going down again. Arco's left hand reached for the hilt of his blade instantly but the shark wasn't after him, thirty feet in front of Arco, a young imperial got razed in half as the shark suddenly appeared and it's huge jaws wrapped around the man's torso.
Arco suddenly remembered the spell he'd learned a decade back from a hunter in Morrowind. Arco catched glimts of the shark and started chanting a spell, at the end of the last word his right hand motioned like he was grabbing something in the thin air - and suddenly small purple lights started appearing around the huge shark, like small glowing butterflies, flying around the shark. This made the shark an easy target and easier to spot.
Keep on swimming, I'll get him if he comes close.
OCC: Hihi, Faerie Fire - Arco's first spell
OOC: I guess I could play the gf....I´m used to play women....in love!
Serene, swallowing a lot of cold water
Serene also saw the shark.. chewing on the poor imperial...not a nice sight, and she felt a moment of nausea. Arco´s spell made her almost laugh.....it was a long time since she had seen that one being used, she wondered where Arco had learnt to use Faerie Fire.......But it was really convenient now and she was happy to be with Arco....it was reassuring indeed.
"I´m totally confident in you Arco my friend and I´ll do exactly as you say"
OOC: lol Minkey ![]()
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Swimming, Topal Sea, Tamriel
Arco slowed down, diving under scanning the sea - the shark was circling them, it was surely going to attack another one. Arco knew he wouldn't be able to fully use his agility when fighting, the shark wouldn't have much trouble in the sea, Arco would. He had a strategy in mind though, he wouldn't managed to out swim it but he could manage to dodge it's attacks as the shark would come straight at him every time.
Arco unsheathed only one blade before diving under the surface, the shark was already approaching him from his right, coming up from the depths. Arco held his blade out to the side, waiting for the furious beast to come within range. Approaching quickly and revealing it's huge amount of teeth the shark was only a few feet away when Arco's right arm launched out with blinding speed through the water which didn't seem to bother him much. His hand kinda blocked the sharks attack, hitting the nose of the beast and pushing it off to the side a few inches enough for him to survive - but his blade quickly followed, the thin edge of the blade came in with a sideways swing for the creature's gils. The blade's combined thoughness and sharpness easily cut through the thin layer of skin around the gil area. Huge amounts of blood was instantly flooding out, blending into the water.
Arco could see the shark sinking towards the buttom with violent cramps. The kill was confirmed by the fearie fire fading away as the shark was descending towards the sea bed. Arco started swimming up against the surface straight afterwards, gasping for air once over the surface.
OCC: Writing a combat scene underwater is hard
Eurod, Bruma
Eurod was walking along when a man bumped into him. "Excuse me," he said laughing and smiling at the person. "Sorry if I was in your way," he said in a friendly voice. He put his hand out for the young man. "Hi I am Euord, to whom do i owe the pleasure?" he put his hand out for a hand shake. He could see his girl friend off in the distance coming down the stairs of the first terrace of Bruma.
(You can play her minkey that would be great, if you're not on I could always control her too. I guess i could put her stats up)
Tritus Julius, Bruma
"Ehh? Ohh...Yeah..." Tritus said after Eurod stuck out his hand. "Uhh...My names Tritus..." Taking Eurods hand, tritus trips again, and falls into Eurod. "Whoah!" Secretly slipping his dagger out to cut Eurods purse strings, he hides the purse in his cloak as he gets up. "Terribly sorry sir, I seem to have a case of the clutz today...Now If you will excuse me, I have a meeting I need to get to." After saying this, Tritus Begins to huury off, hoping that Eurod realize what he did...
Eurod, Bruma
"Whoa" he said as he got knocked into. He then noticed that the person had stolen his bag, which did have amount of coin, though only a little bit. He would get the man when he saw him, though he did not bother chasing after him, after all, the guards saw what happened and would arrest him later. Obviously this was not good policework, however, if someone was driven to steal, then stealing from him was fine, as long as it did not ruin him.
Galadile Carvain ran over to Eurod and hugged him. "Galadile!" he said hugging her. He kissed her tenderly and the couple walked into Jerall view.
Sadril stood up and offered everybody pie.
(ignore this post, wrong thread)
Jonathan Constantine
As much as Jonathan didn't like the state, he did realize the implications of its fall.
"Anarchists.." He muttered as he approached the dead chancellor's body. Blood filled the area around it and personnel were already cleaning up the situation. "Damn't"
He turned to Rann with a wild fire in his eyes, "Listen, I don't care if you like the empire or not, but represents one force against another. Hell, now we are heading into a bastion of the unknown without the backings of anyone but the Countess, and gods bless her, but Chorrol isn't exactly a war machine!"
"We need to move quickly, I suggest we stop by my father's horse ranch and collect some faster horses for the journey. It's only a little north east of the city."
Jonathan didn't wait for them to respond, but simply left out the building.
Flint Ironwood, clothing trouble.
,,No, I am not involved with the Dark Brotherhood! I did not come here to kill the old man!" Flint repeated once again to the Imperial Guards. Right now, he cursed the reputation his cloak gave him.
,,No, I won't go to jail! In fact, I won't go anywhere with you!"
Flint caught what Jonathan had said.
,,I'll see you there." He called out before leaping upwards and rapidly scurrying to the ceiling with the help of a curtain. From there, it was a simple matter of blowing out a single window and escaping before any of the guards got any further stupid ideas.
Green-Root, preparing to leave for the Silhouette.
The Argonian bared his teeth. His job here was done. He walked up to the captain and gave a simple order.
,,The Empire has fallen. Move upriver and plunder everything you see." After those words, the Argonian walked towards the coast. Waves flew up higher than he'd ever seen before. He shrugged, swimming at a depth of five metres was always simple, no matter how stormy it was at the surface.
Flogir
Flogir flopped tiredly to the floor. Everything secure with his life had now been shattered with the death of the only mer who had kept the Empire together as well as they could have done. Having lived his entire life in Cyrodiil, he couldn't imagine life without the Empire. During the Oblivion Crisis, he not only fought for himself, and his town, but for the perserverance of the Empire. Now, that third option was basically gone, and Flogir didn't think it was a good thing.
"This isn't good at all..." he said softly.
Voltar
Voltar simply kept to his act of looking surprized, still keeping a mental note on all the people in the room. He didn't have to worry about being recognized at least, unless Sadril decided to open his mouth about the topic. He had a nasty surprize for the vampire should their cover be blown by him...
Ian
Marching over to the Chancellor's corpse, Ian was struck by a rare emotion, dispair. He struggled with his disipline and stuffed his sorrow deep within himself. And he hung his head, May Talos guide your soil to Aetherius, and may thy spirit rest in peace...... His words mirrored that of Buarus on the day of the Emporer's death, nineteen years ago.
Taking a deep breathe, Ian spun on his heel and began to approach the two Altmer standing in the doorway with Rann.
Issac
Noticing the Nord girl's obvious frustration, Issac walked towards her, Karn....... this act certainly heralds something much worse to come to pass...... "Is there a problem?" A small thought came through his mind, she is rather comely.........
Issac
He nodded at Satyana's answer, and did his best to keep a straight face. "Unfortunately, violence is as much a part of life as birth and death....." He was so grateful that Ian hads taught him how to disguise the nuianses in expression and body-language, it certaily was use full in situations like this.
"But that doesn't exactly make it easy to deal with." He added. "But I'm a little comfortable with it, but Chancellor Ocato was a wise man, and he had a lot of this to deal with without an Empiorer. I will miss him, but he will join our ansestors in Aetherious."
OCC: Issac isn't so much a telepath as a physically perceptive young man. He isn't trained to block his thoughts, but their still more difficult to read then some people.
Sodsa Hekal - Stepping into the room with the dead body
Sodsa hear somewhat familiar voices coming from a room and stepped in, nodding to the guards. Upon sight of the body Sodsa raised an eyebrow and in a semi-sarcastic tone, "Well if that isn't pretty. So, who is, i mean was, he?"
Sodsa brought his hand up and scratched his ear and neck, and sent a short silent message to the Divines. when finished he looked at the group's faces.
Well who ever he was, he was probably either important or somethin'
ooc: I'm sorry but i'm lost location-wise, I know that Octo (or whatever his name is) was just killed and that everyone is staring at the body (please correct me if i'm wrong) but where in the Imperial city are we all know? Yeah Sodsa will know the name but he probably hasn't ever seen the guy
Dalrus, Chancellor chamber
Dalrus walked around handing potions out to any who were still alive. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and wondered how this could have happened. She looked walked over to Satyana and gave a kind smile to her, it was also a smile of sorrow.
"War is not brewing no, she said finally replying to Veric. Though I'm afraid there may be many grabs for power," she said to the man before her. "I think we should get out of here and let the investigators handle the situation," she said gesturing towards the door as many guards came in. "Wait, the book? Where is the book that we need?" she said looking at the other group members. The doors of the palace were opened and an ominous wind seemed to be blowing. Dalrus's hair blew into her face and she tied it into a messy bun. "I don't suppose anyone remembered to grab that book."
Eurod, Bruma
"Oh? A surprise? I like the sound of that," he said hugging her again as she took his hand and lead him off. The brisk wind of the north blew through town, though he did not notice it as it was that way almost everyday. Gruna-gra-jalos walked by and waved to the couple. The proprieter of the Jerral View inn also waved as he sweeped the front step of his tavern.
Issac
Hearing Dalrus' question jogged Issac's memory and gave him a much needed respite from Satyana. "I grabbed it." He told her as he retrieved it from within his robes and handed it to her. "I think it has something to do with the lack of crime and the Chancellor's assassination......."
Sodsa Hekal, The Imperial Palace
Sodsa overheard Issac's statement to Dalrus and his eyes widened, "This is the Chancellor? Geeze." Sodas's smile faded from his face and went over to the wall to lean upon it.
So this is, was, the guy in charge, hmph, never did anything for me
ooc: Garg.... he isn't happy but he isn't exactly sad.... i can't think of a word for the look on his face..
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan didn't leave the city, he thought about it, he also thought about taking his money and running, but he had a duty. Instead he paced around the square outside the scene of the crime.
"OK, ok.. We'll go and get the horses and be off." He mumbled to himself what he'd say to the group as they exited the palace. It would do him some good to visit his father anyways, if only to ask him about this damnable trinket he always carried around.
Issac
Despite being uncomfortable around Satyana Issac found himself walking beside her, he let out an exasperated sigh, but mantained his pace with her. "So how were you brought up?" The question had come out of the sky itself, and he wasn't sure why he felt compelled to ask.
Sadril
Sadril slipped outside under the noses of any suspecting guards. He had lost his black cloak, revealing only dark, time-worn, cheap clothing. His sword he still unconciously held in his hands. He looked down at the katana admiring its beauty as he had done for around two centuries now.
He followed the rose stem engraved in it with his finger, from hilt to tip in a trance-like state, then held it strraight out in front of him, angling it so he could reflect the moon in the crimson tint of the blade. It had served him well, the perfect sword for stealth and the occasional duel. However extended combat took its toll on the edge.
He put the sword away back in its sheath, and pulled out the folded piece of parchment that had been slipped in his boot. It said simply: Seek the third child. He crumpled it and tossed it on the street outside of the scene of the assassination, assuming the letters had dissolved from the parchment as Veric's little 'notes' always had. This one however, did not. As if Veric wanted somebody else to read it he purposefully had the note written in traditional ink, but why would he want that?
Sadril stalked into the night, last seen heading northwest. He was going on another lead, both to seek out the 'third child' and to meet up with an old acquaintance. To Chorrol.
Karn, returning to the Valus Mountains
The snow swirled and the wind howled, as though to herald the Silhouete's presence. Karn was rather unimpressed, his cloak staved off the cold anyway. He trudged toward the campfires of the Silhouete's army, and payed no heed to the low-lives that sat and gambled with one another.
He scanned the area for the master of the army, in the hopes of another assignment........
OCC: Karn might stay on the side of the Silhouete, just because there are plenty of oppertunities for profit along the road........
Rann
"So you're undecided on what your goals are? Sounds like pointless rebellion to me. You say you might want a democracy, but that is not enough. I want straight, solid answers before I do a damned thing for you." he said, becoming a bit suspicious.
Veric
"Better to be undecided than make rash, hasty decisions. It will be short lived, regardless. We will turn the empire into a democracy, we just need politically versed minds to help make key decisions," Veric retorted, his voice showing no signs of stress, "If you do not wish to participate, then don't. I just figured an opinionated individual such as yourself would be interested in building a new empire and help in ridding us of some of this undecisiveness."
Dalrus, Councilor Chamber
"Democracy, pah, it sickens me," she said to herself as she walked off. "Oligarchy and Monarchy are the only government types that work," she said in anger as she picked up a scroll which had fallen on the floor. They had already seemed to fail on what they came to do. Too much was going on now and they were too involved in the assassination for the guards to permit them to leave. She sat in a chair and read a book.
Eurod, Bruma
"Oh? Well then, what are we waiting for?" he said walking inside with her.
Ian, getting angry with Rann
Ian knitted his brows and his eyes became icy and dangerous. "Tamriel has, since the beginning of time, been overned by a monarchy. Through it all it, dynasties rise and fall, regardless of how they are governed. There is no 'perfect' system of governement, even in a democrasy there will be corruption and strife."
He crossed the threshold of the chamber and stood close beside Rann and the two altmer. "And causes come and go, there is never a person who can keep completely white in a world of greys and blacks....." Suddenly, Ian noticed something pecular about one of the Altmer. He'd been skilled in Ilussion since childhood, and something wasn't right about this individuel.
Issac
Serene, rings a bell somewhere...... "Well, I think I've at least heard that name being whispered in one place or another." He began to grin slightly. "I don't remember much from before I met Ian, but my parents lived here, in the Imperial City, but they were killed by the Deadra during the Oblivion crisis."
His smile faded a little. "After the banishing of Mehrunes Dagon, Ian found me amongst the rubble; he took pity on me and took me as his adopted son. That's how I got to be what I am now, Ian taught me history, swordsmanship, and other traits that are useful today."
"Chancellor Ocato, has always been something of a second mentor to me, but he lived proudly. In the life of an agent, one must be ready to die or lose someone that's close to them......." His voice trailed off as he finished.
Voltar
Voltar felt a little under pressure as he hadn't been privy to Veric's plans beforehand, he wasn't expecting to run into the people Veric was seeking so soon. Voltar was quickly catching onto Veric's plan though; it seemed he was taking particular interest in bringing the young Dunmer onto his side. He also noticed that a young woman seemed particularly displeased with that.
Voltar leaned in towards Veric's ear and whispered into in, concealing his words with magic to ensure privacy. "Be wary of the young Imperial; she seems suspicious," he whispered, referring to Satyana.
Dalrus, Councilor Chamber
Dalrus's eyes seemed to be engulfed in flame, as they usually went when she was angry. "And democracy lets anyone have a say in something when they have no knowlege of what they are voting for. It brings former great empires to their knees in a mix of pure deceit, greed, slander, hate, and rivalry. Democracy makes it so the people in the government are too afraid to lose their position to do anything good. Democracy, no, is not what saves people's lives." she took a breath. "You say innocents die during Monarchy, yes but they always die. If someone in Democracy wants to do something about it, that person a war mongering dictator," she looked him straight in the eyes. The fire subsided from hers revealing her extremely emerald green eyes.
Dalrus, Councilor Chamber
"None of the septims were bad leaders, what rulers are you talking about?" she said with mock interest. "Dumb you call us, your ignorance to a dream of democracy is the most sickeningly obtuse show of thinking that I have seen in a very long time, wake up Rann, the empire does not have and will not have a democracy, no matter how anti-monarchy thoughts you insufficient brain can conjure up," she said this and walked off.
Satyana
She listened with interest to the arguing between Rann and Dalrus, two people she cared a lot about, wondering what that all would lead to. She wasn´t that interested in politics, but she found this somewhat amusing....
Why Rann....now what will you say to that...
Flint Ironwood, poking his head in through a window.
Flint had waited outside, clinging to a wall. Yet no one came. In the meantime, a messenger was shouting something about Leyawiin being burned to the ground. Flint could hear it, even as high above the ground as he was currently.
,,What is holding them up?" He wondered and poked his head through the window. It took him only a few moments to realize what was going on.
,,Excuse me! Politics is all nice to talk about in a tavern with a flin in your hand, but we've got bigger fish to fry. Leyawiin got burned by pirates! Now could you people stop arguing till after we saved the world? Democracy or Monarchy, both aren't perfect yet they're both preferable to anarchy. So unless you pack your bags and go help keep civilization intact, neither Democracy nor Monarchy are going to help us out." He shouted angrily. He then pulled his head back before one of the guards could aim an arrow at his face.
,,Damn DB cloak. Clothes make the man, that's what my mom always said. It's the truth."
Flogir
"Flint's right you guys, we oughta get moving," Flogir said, voicing the same sentiments as Flint while he picked himself off the floor.
"We got the book, so the best thing to do is study while we move to figure out what to do next."
Ian
Flint's words seemed to be ones of wisdom to Ian's ears, so he was in agreement. "Flint is correct, this debate is over, we will discus this another time, Rann." Ian was hateing this situation more and more by the minute. "I made a vow to Rahvin to do my best to make sure as little people here got hurt as possible, and intend to keep my oaths." He mentally informed the youngest of group's members.
Ian began to walk toward the exit to the Palace, how am I supossed to keep an eye out for threats to the group when we're so devided? He hoped no one telepathic had heard that private thought.
Issac
Ian's words resonated through Issac's mind, as it did with the others.' "Come on Satyana, we'll talk as we walk." This is a familiar feeling, do I already have feelings for Satyana? We only just met yesterday
Satyana
"Good! Now can we be off then? Seems like we´re needed in Leyahwiin(sp)"
OOC: I won't be around until about midnight tonight because of work so...yeah.
Rann
"I guess so." he answered.
Before he walked out with the others, he turned to speak with the altmer. "We'll speak again, I'm sure. If you don't want to come with us, meet me in Leyawiin in three days. Check the Three Sisters Inn and ask for Rann."
He held out his hand for a parting shake.
Issac
Matching pace with Satyana, Issac mulled over this recent conflict. I like Rann, he is almost an agent at times, but this was......... He couldn't find a word to fit this new development, and he shook his head. Then a dire prospect came into play. Chancellor Ocato's assassination, the army in the East, this mer trying to recruit Rann, these hardly seem like coincidence.
Then he decided to resume conversing with 'Tyana. At least she doesn't seem to have some sort of conspiracy plot or anything like that.... "Ian is my father, as worthy as my real one, and he is cordial to those he trusts. And yes I am an agent, in fact, a 'private contracter' is just a commonly used word that is actually one and the same with an agent."
Voltar
Voltar nodded in acceptance to Veric's apology. "Do not worry, I caught on soon enough I believe. I'll keep that in mind from now on though," Voltar whispered back, taking the necessary precaution to ward his words and thoughts as well.
It definitely seemed to be a rather interesting bunch of people who made up the group. Plenty of youth and elders, so the formidability of them could be an annoyance at the least. Voltar shrugged indifferently and rolled his shoulders. It didn't really matter, they were all beneath him in ability. The best way to defeat them would be one-by-one. The heated discussions between some of the party members as gave Voltar the notion that they could pit the group against each other. Veric certainly seemed to catch on to that one.
In all due time, their goals would be met. Voltar was patient enough to let time take its effects.
Issac
"Well, one can be family in heart, if not in blood. Thanks for your faith in our abilities, but I think that there will be plenty to of trouble before all of this is resolved." Issac said sincerly. Indeed, I fear for the Empire, there is great deal worse threats then simple politicians grabbing power under the false banner of justice.
Satyana's comment about not knowing her real father caused Issac to feel slightly uneasy. Despite the fact that Ian had helped him try and find information about his parents he knew close to nothing about them. My parents were both Altmer, and for some reason I don't think they were happy with each other before they died....... He had no idea how he thought he knew they hadn't been happy, but it just felt right.
"My parents are both dead, but I don't remember enough to really miss them. But your father could be alive still........" Issac didn't know if Satyana's father was or not, but he felt compelled to console her in some way or another.
Satyana
Issac´s thoughts about his fear for the Empire scared her and she had slight difficulties to not reveal herself ..
Then about his parents....not being happy with one another, that was sad but at least he´d had parents...she never knew hers.....not one of them in fact. All she had were Serene´s stories.
"No my real father is not alive, he was a Nord, obviously!, and he was killed but I don´t know by whom. My mother, that is Rann´s and my mother, disappeared after we were born and hasn´t been seen since! Serene has been like my mother, the only mother I know of, and I love her deeply but...."
Satyana sighed, a single tear ran down her cheek and she wiped it away with a bit of anger, there was no time for crying now, she had to stay calm and composed, her healing-skills may bee needed if there was something going on in Leyawiin....
Tritus Julius, Bruma
"Damn Guards!" Tritus muttered as he ran down the street and into an alley...Which turned out to be a dead end. "Great...Just my luck..." Turning around, Tritus waited for the guards to catch up. "You caught me...Not!" Suddenly Leaping for the nearest wall, Tritus jumps from wall to wall, up until he reaches the roof. "See ya later!" He shouts to the Guards, running off across the roof, looking for a way to get down without breaking his neck.
Flint Ironwood, silent.
Flint walked along without making a sound.
,,Just like before, we seem to do nothing but argue among ourselves. Sure, last time it worked out in the end but what about now? We're running a big risk here. Why did I get myself involved anyway? Oh yeah, Tamriel is in trouble and I have this stupid heroic streak." Flint absentmindedly dropped in at the Black Horse courier when they passed the building.
,,I need to get this letter to North Point in High Rock as soon as possible. To the Ironwood family. A payment of 2000 septims will be granted upon delivery." Flint said as he dropped his letter on the counter. He then headed outside again.
,,At least my family will be safe. For now, that is. If they ever get hurt, either by Veric or the owner of that voice in the east, I'll hunt the crook down and show him the true meaning of fear."
Green-Root, swimming.
Green-Root made rapid progress through the stormy sea. A glimmer of light in the distance caught his attention. The Argonian changed his course and headed towards it, even when the light had faded. Upon arrival, he saw several people swimming around with a group of sharks circling them.
,,If I help, they might reward me. Looks like tonight's dinner will be shark meat."
The Argonian exploded forwards with a speed none of the swimmers safe for the sharks could match. He reached behind his back and withdrew his spear, calling for it to form into Daedric as he plunged it into the first shark. The sharp tip made a large gap in the creature's heart and Green-Root watched its death throes for a moment before shooting off towards his next victim.
(Dunmer might have trouble fighting in the water, Argonians are born for it.
Also, don't most fish have this sack filled with oil or something that allows them to float? I suppose that death sharks would rise to the surface where they're thrown around by the waves. Or maybe not.
)
Ian
Hanging slightly away and to the right of the group, Ian consulted his map of Cyrodiil. Hmm.... it will take at least two days to reach Leyawiin, we still have some rations from the Countess, but we might hunt so we could save them for later......
Unexpectedly, Ian felt an abrupt burden of emotion, but it dissappeared as soon as it appeared. he cast a glance, and was slightly surprised to see Issac and Satyana walking side by side. This caused a small amount of mixed emotions go through Ian's mind, on one hand it was good that Issac was socializing and completely natural of someone his age. But he also felt a slight disapproval given the situation.......
I won't rush in and get in the middle, that would be counter-productive, but I'll just keep some healthy watch on them........ He guarded the thought, it seemed that Satyana also was a telepath, but Ian was more experienced with blocking a mental probe, and various other tricks with the mind.
He replaced his map into his sack, and picked up the pace........
Issac
Satyana's single tear caused Issac's heart to wrap around itself, and the fact she already knew that her father was dead meant his consolation was only sentimental in value. He continued walking alongsid her, but remained silent with nothing to say to her.........
OCC: actaully, sharks must never stop moving because they sink when the don't propel themselves. They are also helpless when updside-down, for some odd reason.......
Sodsa Hekal - Walkin' with everyone
Sodsa was walking somewhat near Satyana and Issac and over heard them talking about their parents.
My parents... I don't know, I know their Bosmer, but thats all i know. Damn bastards kicked me out of my clan for no reason.
Unwanted, memories of while he was still living there trickled into his head, him playing with his friends, odd looks from the elders. Eventually everyone stopped talking to him, his 'friends' wouldn't touch him with a 10 foot muck shovel (
). He would see his childhood love look at his from a distance, only to advert her gaze when she noticed his. His parents trying to talk but nothing coming out of their mouths as they sat at dinner. and then standing before the elder council, being banished and never coming back.
Sodsa brushed a shadow of a tear away from his eye and shook his head.
Stoppit damnit, gah, I haven't thought about this for years, why now damnit. Come on, stand strong, no weakness if you want to survive
ooc: its funny how most (all?) of our characters have come from dysfunctional families (if they had one)
Ian, replying
'Tyana's mental question was unexpected, and Ian snapped his eyes onto her in a reflexive action. But after a few moments he took control again and his gaze lost most of its intensity. "I have nothing against you, Satyana, but you must realize the stacks of this conflict are greater then we can imagine." His voice was only slightly hostile.
Calming down before continuing, Ian pushed aside the protectiveness that in its own way clouded his judgement. "I am not telling you to stay away from Issac, however, I want you to realize that everyone must now walk with a clear head. You can continue to be with him, but for now, we can't allow for....... emotional entanglements. Of course, I could have no idea what the consequinces could be, it might actually be helpful, I won't interfere, just don't do anything that either of you might regret later." And Ian closed his mind again.
Ian
Picking up Satyana's last comment to him, Ian replied in a tone of a small amount of stern authority. "We shall see, for now we needn't to test that claim." And he retreated to his own thoughts for the time being.
Karn
Despite hours of patience and diligence, Karn was getting agitated because the Silhouete was proving so illusive. He continued to climb higher and deeper into the camp. Finally he caught a glimpse of the Sil's cloak flapping in the crisp mountain wind. And he began to run toward him to report.......
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Swimming, Topal Sea, Tamriel
After a few deep breaths, Arco sheathed his blade and continued to swim towards land and tried to catch up with the others. Sharks were already starting to circle the group of people infront of him, including Serene. Fins were appearing everywhere, but Arco suddenly noticed a few violent splashes in the water some distance away from the group before it went dead quiet. He had no idea what it was, but what it just did was kill a shark.
Gaining on the group he suddenly caught the glimts of an argonian literally flying through the water quickly - with a spear on his back. What do you fear more than a shark in the water, a armed argonian. Even thought it seemed the argonian was helping, Arco had always been carefull around everyone and everything.
There's something else in the water, we should split from the group to the west and get to the shore - quickly.
Arco started swimming faster, trying to catch up with Serene.
Serene, swimming for her life
Don´t think, don´t look back, just keep swimmimg! If you don´t bother those sharks...they won´t bother you
She kept on swiommimg trying to suggest herself to be bold and strong and that the sharks wouldn´t attack her..or Arco for all it matters. She noticed a commotion behind her but did not look back. The shore was getting nearer....she swam faster than she never done before, convinced that Arco would follow....Oh how she wished she could use magic, but it was hard in the water so she had to rely in her normal abilities...and her extreme willpower!
Issac, awkward
In the distance Issac could make out the stables as he passed through the gates of the IC. He decided to start another conversation, he was always more comfortable when he could talk on an equel level with someone. "So, have you ever been to Leyawiin before?" He asked satyana as he pulled out a hackle-lo and heated up the end.
Ian
Finding himself near Flogir, Ian chose to aknowledge the Nord. "You fought at Kvatch and Bruma as well?"
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan quickly rounded a corner on his horse, Lila, at a steady trott, and nearly trample over Satyana and Isaac. Luckily the horse jumped clear the two and landed safely behind them. It took several feet but Jonathan brought the horse to a stop.
"Listen, this city is already starting to burn itself to the ground!" He reigned the horse back towards the city, "Keep following this road and eventually you'll come upon a horse ranch. Explain that your friends of Jonathan's and wait, you'll be fine. From there we can move on to that blasted town!"
Jonathan bolted Lila into a cantor and repeated the message to the others of the party. Already the inhabitants of the city were burning and looting. "Animals.."
Algren Constantine
(Jonathan's Father)
From the furthermost point on his sted Algren could see the flames already erupting in the city. Word of Ocates demise had reached him some hours earlier, and he prepared himself for the worst. "Can't be as bad as the Oblivion Crisis.. I hope.."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint looked around. What Jonathan had said was true.
,,Behold, the fall of civilization. At least the small and isolated villages will continue the way they are. Untill the plague spreads." He said bitterly.
The Breton's own thoughts made him shiver and he drew his cloak around him tighter, as if it could ward off the cold he felt within his soul.
Flogir
Flogir had kept silent as they left the murder scene, still going over the consequences of what would now happen. It was then that Ian approached him.
"That's right, shortly after Kvatch was liberated from the Daedra, the hero who saved us asked if there were any volunteers willing to go to Bruma to help protect the city as they expected another one of the Great Oblivion Gates to appear there. I was one of the few who decided to go. It felt good to be on the winning side of a battle. Though that doesn't go to say that it wasn't a hard fought battle, in fact it seemed more chaotic than the battle at Kvatch. It simply because we had more forces that we could actually put up a fight. I still have friends from that battle, who I usually talk to when I visit Bruma," Flogir said, reflection deep in his voice.
"From what I gathered, you seemed awfully involved in the Oblivion Crisis yourself. I figured it was more of the recognosice and such?" he inquired to the aged Imperial.
Ian
"Yes, I was involved plenty." His voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper. "Yes very involved......." Then he spoke in a normal voice. "I believe we might have briefly exchanged words in Bruma, you were in one of the tents on the Castle battlements?"
Issac
When Johnathan came around the corner, Issac had jumped back slightly on reflex. But the moment of surprise didn't last long, and he answered 'Tyana's question. "Here, take this one, I have plenty." And he handed it to her. "Well, we'd better hurry if we want to be able to help those people, right?
Flogir
Flogir paused briefly, his mind recollecting the event. Realization then sparked in his eyes.
"Yes! I do remember that! You were there to wish us luck if I recall. Wow, you're memory is better than mine it seems. Must be the alcohol..." Flogir exclaimed, chuckling.
"Well it's good to know you survived that war!"
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Swimming, Topal Sea, Tamriel
After splitting from the group it didn't take long for Arco and Serene to meet up again, making their way quickly for the shores of Cyrodiil.
Arco couldn't do much but smile when he felt ground beneath his feet as they came onto the shore south of Leyawiin. Arco immediately downed on of his potions, the potion quickly started to restore Arco's endurance and strength and threw away the vial into the woods before turning around. He sprinted off to some higher ground, some feet away, his eyes scouting for anything that could pinpoint their location. What caught his eye was smoke and flames rising from the north - Leyawiin was burning.
Arco leapt down from the boulder, landing right besides Serene.
"Leyawiin is burning - seems that our problems ain't over" Arco said in calm tone whilst checking that he had all his gear.
Satyana
"Gee..thanks!" she said, then followed Issac along "Yes let´s hurry"
Serene, on solid ground again
"Phew..that was to close for my taste" she muttered, downing a potion as well. She felt pretty strong after all but the sight of Leyawiin burning made her groan.
"Ahh ok Arco, let´s move it, but remember I´m Adriana Moranis now....NOT Serene! ok? I don´t want to be recognised ..."
OOC: Got to go to bed now, Fuzz...drag her along will you?
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
South of Leyawiin, Cyrodiil
Arco replied with a nod before they both headed towards Leyawiin's West Gate through the forest. Getting ever closer to Leyawiin they could hear the desperate cries of people in the city and see the huge fires arising from behind the walls.
Issac
It was still a long ways from Leyawiin, and Issac was anxous to get there in time to help out. "Satyana, you wouldn't happen to have a horse would you?"
OCC: So, Issac and Satyana are both near the stables in the Imperial City, Serene and Arco are outside Leyawiin, and the group is.........
Tritus Julius, Bruma
As it turned out, Roof hopping in Bruma is harder than it looks, Partiall due to the fact of the slanted roofs, and majorly due to the Bloody cold snow slicking up some of the thatch. "WHOAH!!" Tritus cried as he slipped on a particularly foul patch, sliding down to the edge and off, but managing to grab the wooden support of the building he was on. Now he is just hanging there, Convieniently right above Eurod and Galadrile. Gripping tightly to the edge of the Beam, Tritus shouts, "Uhh...LITTLE HELP HERE!"
Flint Ironwood, The stable of Jonathan's father.
They soon reached the stable.
,,Hello there, Jonathan sent us. We need a few horses to get to Leyawiin as fast as possible. Could you help us?" Flint called out to the older version of Jonathan standing near the stable.
Green-Root, Leyawiin.
Green-Root had finished killing sharks as well as secretly looting a few corpses. He munched on a fin as he swam back up the river. Leyawiin was still burning. He was sure he'd seen two persons climb to the shore around here.
,,I wonder where they went? Must be Leyawiin. I'll head to the gate and wait for them, to find out why they were swimming." The Argonian decided and rushed back to the harbor.
Sodas Hekal, at The Stable
Sodsa stopped when he came within close enough range to be considered polite, but wanted to give the old man some room, not wanting to look threatening. Sodsa thought about his 'mount' "I was told by your son that we would be able to receive some much needed transportation for our travels. Gah, were are my manners, I am Sodsa Hekal the Rogue, at your service Serjo..." Sodsa gave a short bow to hide his blank look and then came back up composed, "Erm, I'm sorry serjo, I don't think I ever caught your name." Sodsa managed a smirk.
hmph, looks like a spitting image of his son. almost creepy.
Sodsa shuddered but walked over to Jonathan's dad, extending a hand anyways.
ooc: I'm assuming your controlling him Channler.
Huzzah, I get a self promotion to delegate (or whatever they are called. I swear, I had a great word and then when it came time to type it, I lost it.
edit: I royally misread Channler's post... while i was reading it, i had the characters confused all the heck up, i didn't think about who Algren was and i though Jonathan's post was his dad's post.... oh well i'm pretty sure it all still works out...
edit duce(sp?
): Geeze, i'm loosin it tonight. I meant to say Sodsa Hekal the rogue, Well i'm gonna get off for good before i dig myself a hole that i can't get out of... 'night
Flogir
Flogir was thinking about the safety of his mule when he arrived at Jonathan's Father's Stable. The idea of a hot meal did take his mind away from that though.
"A meal would be great. And I'm sure we won't be bothered by pillagers way out here, so we could probably get some rest, maybe study this book more," Flogir suggested, as it had been a rather traumatic and stressful day. He certainly felt the need for some rest at least. He didn't think there was much left to do today, as night was steadily approaching.
"We could leave for Leyawiin on the morrow, I think we can afford a night of recouperation."
Flint Ironwood, at the stable.
Flint shook his head. Weren't they wasting time with a discussion about politics just a moment ago?
,,I'm not so sure if we have time for that. Maybe some other..........ah, what the hell." He swallowed back his objection uopn seeing the annoyed looks he received all over.
,,Fine, we'll take a break then."
,,Ocato, yeah he got killed alright. More like slaughtered as if he was some pig. Like the animal raised for meat, not the insult one. Dark Brotherhood did it." Flint added his bit about Ocato's death.
,,Hey, I had nothing to do with it!" He added a bit nervous, just in case the Dark Brotherhood cloak would cause problems again.
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
West Gate, Leyawiin
Arco approached the large gate with caution, stopping in front of the gate - next to the Five Riders stable. The large gate was slightly open with smoke and firing arising from the other side of the wall, the chapel inside was burning heavily.
What the...?
Arco was surprised althought he had experianced such before - attacks coming from thin air, leaving cities burning.
Arco walked up to the gate with his hands resting around his blade hilts as he checked the to guards by the gate, both had been literally slaughtered - large cuts, arrows in their back and bruises. They had nearly been stripped all down, leaving some bulcked armor and shields - rest was gone.
Ravagers...
Arco drew his two blades gently and walked into the burning town - both blade tips towards the ground but at the ready.
Satyana, looking at horsies
She had been polite to Jonathan´s father, nicely asking him if she could get a good horse, he told her to look around and pick one out. She really loved horses...always had. She made her choice at last, a dark gray mare who looked at her in a friendly way....she thought!
"So Mr Constantine, can I have this one?" she asked smiling
Serene , in the melting-pot
She followed Arco....getting potions and spells ready....if anyone had lived through this hell, he or she could usesome potions and healing!
Satyana, very pleased
"Oh Mr Constantine....erhh Algren....that smells delicious" She clapped her hands in joy....she realised how extremely hungry she was!
"Look guys...food! We need some fortification before we head on right?
She quickly went inside.....to see if she by any way could be of assistance
Flogir
Flogir eagerly followed Satyana inside, the scent of cooked food having an intoxing effect upon. Nords like food you know! He turned to Flint as he took a bite of bread.
"Well, I was just suggesting spending the night here. Like, if you believe it's urgent enough to get to Leyawiin as soon a possible, I'm up for it. I'd just rather have one night to sleep in a bed."
It had been awile since he had to perform without sufficient amounts of sleep due to stress and busyiness. The life of a merchant had been quite easy-going for him.
Sodsa Hekal - outside on the porch
Sodsa smiled at the thought of food but sat on the porch, resting his back against a post. "Could you guys call me.." Sodsa noticed a few people outside, "Us when its all ready, I can cook but it wouldn't be to good, trust me." He laid his head back on the post and sighed. Looking around, Sodsa noticed Issac repairing his swords and noticed he couldn't remember the last time he'd fixed his daggers up. Sodsa first grabbed for his most prized dagger, one that he 'received' from a bandit. Pulling the ebony blade from his boot, Sodsa took his pack from his back and placed both in front of him.
After a minute of looking, Sodsa got his sharpening stone (yeah i know it's suppose to be a hammer
) and started sharpening the blade to its former glory of days past.
edit: Mah name. i had [ i ] instead of [ b ]
Sadril
Sadril entered Chorrol quietly and looked around at the town which still remained peaceful. Not for long. The repercussions of the assassination in the Imperial CIty will soon reach here. Sadril didn't have the faintest idea of where to start looking for Rahvin, or even if Rann's information was even trustworthy.
Deciding it was his best lead, Sadril trusted Rann's word and tried the local tavern first. If Rahvin wasn't in there, he'd ask around a bit...
Ian, showing his stuff
After a few minutes of attaching and reatteching his bowstring, ian was satisfied by its strength. He pulled a couple of arrows out of his quiver, and got up. He noticed the many empty bottles littering the ground and scooped one up.
Setting it on a fallen tree trunk, he strode back to the porch. Ian turned and nocked the first arrow, drawing it back to its limit, and making some adjustments with his aim. One had to take into acount the wind and of course, the distance the arrow would travel.
He peered intently at the bottle and let the projectile fly. The arrow soared and smaked into the bottle knocking it from its perched, direct hit from several meters. I guess I still have enough left in me to be a great archer still......
Sadril
Sadril stepped into Lokken Tavern and looked around. He tried to keep a low profile, something made slightly easier by the loss of his dark cloak which usually made him a suspicious character.
There. He spotted his target, Rahvin, sitting with a woman Sadril recognized as .. Anna? Birnana? Brianna? He couldn't remember the name, but he never forgot a face.
He strode coolly over to where Rahvin was seated and sat in a chair directly behind the Dunmer; leaned back to get a little closer and said, "Long time, no see... Rahvin."
Rahvin
"Well if it isn't my second favorite body to inhabit." he greeted. "You remember Brianna, Sadril. You may or may not remember Sadril, Brianna." he said for a lousy introduction.
"So what brings you here?"
Rann
Rann saw Ian's shot an walked over to pick up the bottle. It was terribly cracked, but miraculously intact.
"Nice shot." he complimented, placing the bottle on the stump again. "Try this." he said, sticking one of his arrows inside the bottle so that the tip was sticking far out.
"Think you can shoot the arrowhead off from there?" he asked, his voice hinting at competition. He had never tried this himself, having just come up with the idea, but it seemed fun and he figured he could win.
Ian, getting philisophical
Ian shrugged, "Thanks, if you think about it, Rann." He lit a hackle-lo, from his bag. "The entire world is one big arena, and every creature, no matter how docile, is competing one way or another. Animals compete for food, water, survival, and a whole host of other reasons......."
Ian took a large whiff "We sentients on the other hand, compete for rather...... less practical reasons." He paused for emphasis. "Money, heirarchy, amusement, in away it makes us all arrogant, and that is a major factor in corruption."
The Imperial took a final puff of the burning hackle-lo. "Sure, but there are things that are beyond our reach in life; knocking off an arrowhead is not one of those things. It will be a friendly competition between two archers."
Issac
Watching his father's exchange with Rann with interest, Issac set down his katana and sat on his knees. After years of living with him, Issac knew that Ian was also trying to tell Rann something underneath all his words.
He couldn't tell if he was trying to dissuade Rann on his ideas of large-scale change, or just imparting some healthy wisdom and insight. In the agent's line of work, change was made by subtle actions, politicians stood in front of large crowds telling them biased versions of the truth to sway the public's opinion. At least not Ocato, or Uriel Septim..... He mused.
Sodsa Hekal - Watching and conversing
Sodsa saw Rann and Ian having their competition. After putting his daggers back away, he meandered over with his bow over his shoulder. "Hmm, a bit philosophical for a simple competition?" Sodsa smiled and looked at what they were aiming at, seeing the arrow tip almost cut off.
"Care if i watch? If anything i can bribe you with some brandy." Sodsa pulled his hand out of his cloak, revealing three bottles of brandy. "Courtesy of the Imperial City."
edit: it sounded blocky imo
Issac
"Certainly, but I don't want any of that." Issac replied to Sodsa, pointing at the three bottles. "Ian and I tend not to drink alcahol, just as a custom among agents." Then Issac added. "I'm not really an archer, if anything isn't within reach of my katana then I like to hit whatever it is with spells. So, I don't think I'll get involved with this."
He plucked another hackle-lo absent-mindedly and allowed himself to indulge himself in the sweet odor of the blessed leaf.
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan stood by the door a second, if only to let his eyes adjust the light levels of the house. It was just as he remembered it, quiet, quaint, boring, but then again thats why he took up his current career, for a little bit of action possibly? His father was busy stirring something in a pot, and Jonathan stood, waiting for him to turn around. However when it became apparent that Algren was quite dedicated to his current task Jonathan sped the situation.
"Ahem.." No response. "Bah, I knew the old honoured user was hard of hearing.." He tried again.. "AHEM." Slowly the old man turned, and with a look only a parent could muster gazed upon his son.
"Jonathan my boy, you.. you've grown." Algren fought to find the right words to say, after all he was never great at the whole parenting thing. "Err.. I mean you've always been grown.. Or.. Bah, never mind!" To Jonathan's discomfort Algren gave him a parental hug, that showed of care and longing, his voice dropped a few decibels. "I'm sorry for not..." Jonathan cut him off.
"You've played that story before father, tis enough. Mothers death wasn't your fault and theres no need to blame yourself any further." Jonathan patted him on the shoulder and grabbed a bowl of soup, "By the way your cooking is still lousy.." He jabbed playfully.
Altec the Wanderer
He couldn't find it, that damnable trinket. It was a carbon copy to the one he wore around his neck but he couldn't find it. Soon.. Soon he'd confront the old man Algren, his alleged father, and find the final piece of the puzzle. But, he'd bide his time, for his skills were great, but against the numbers that now occupied the farmhouse he stood not a chance.
However he wasn't quite to careful when he rounded a corner in search of the medallion and caused a large antique mirror to fall to the floor shattering. A loud thud resounded through the house and pointed to movement in the attic.
Algren
The noise startled Algren a bit but he decided that it could of been one of his cats.. "Pesky fellars they are.. Heh, feed em once and they don't ever leave you alone."
He excused himself and began ascending the stairs.
(hate to cut and run but I got to sleep..)
Flint Ironwood, sitting outside.
Flint sat outside, keeping away from all the amusement. He didn't feel up to it. With a sigh, he launched himself up to the roof where he sat down, staring at the North. It was then that he heard something shatter.
,,What the? No one is supposed to be on the upper floor. Plunderers, this far out?" The Breton wondered and leaned over the edge. He opened a window (gently) and hopped through, keeping a hand near his sword just in case.
,,Hello? Is that you, Jonathan?" He asked out loud.
Brianna, getting more and more of her memory back...
Brianna nodded at Sadril when he approached, she recognised him at first sight and she noticed her memory came back, gradually. She remembered the scene at the cave....she remembered a lot more in fact that she wouldn´t reveal. The mention of Veric caused her to whine....that name should forever be connected with fear and pain to her.
She tried to get things in order in her mind and when Rahvin turned to her with the remark of her third child being a half-altmer..she knew what he meant.
She was very well aware that she had given birth to three children at the same time and with three different fathers, a miracle per se, but it happened and she also knew how it happened. She did have intercourse with three men in a very short time, but she wasn´t sure she wanted to tell who they were. Yet one of them was dead, Satyana´s father but the two remaining ones....were alive, at least one of them was sitting beside her.
She looked sternly at Rahvin.......
Ok Rahvin, we have done this before, I know you can read my mind, so you know you´re Rann´s father....and you probably know Jadier is or was Satyana´s father.....the third one I never revealed to anyone before...but you know him Rahvin...you know him extremely well.....his body was altmerii...
She bowed her head...she couldn´t continue but she was convinced Rahvin would know by now and if he wanter to reveal it to Sadril....well that would be his decision, and he would have a good reason to do it..
Flogir
Flogir jumped when the sound of shattering glass sounded above him. He yelped in pain as he spilt his hot soup onto his lap, which he now patted at furiously to cool down the hot liquid.
"Dammit! What was that?" he cursed. Algren's speculation seemed like an odd one.
"Well those must be big cats then... sounds like they broke something big," he mused before returning back to his soup. He didn't think there could possibly be anything dangerous up there.
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
Stepping into Leyawiin, Arco instantly smelled the stench of corpses - along with seeing them spread across the streets. Arco stood still for a moment, his eyes moving slowly from corner to corner but there was no moment.
Arco walked silently alongside the huge chapel, stepping over dead bodies without even showing a expression of discomfort. He stepped up to the two large doors leading into the chapel, outside there were two dead guards - as the guards outside, these too where also brutally killed.
Arco gave Serene a short glance before he used his blade tip to slowly open the chapel door. Although totally dark, Arco's trained eyesight could see the dead bodies spread across the floor in the chapel hall. Taking a few steps further in, Arco noticed a naked imperial priestess on the floor - throat slit open surrounded by a pool of dried blood. This was surely the work of pirates.
"I'll search downstairs..." Arco said plainly whilst still looking around in the room before he turned around and started walking towards the stonestairs leading downstairs.
Green-Root, in Leyawiin.
Green-Root had seen his targets enter the chapel. The Dunmer looked dangerous to him, as focussed as a Cliffracer during the hunt, though without loosing track of his surroundings and potential threats. The Argonian entered the chapel, acting as non-threatening as he could. He too saw the scene of utmost cruelty there.
,,Such a waste." He whispered. It was a waste, in his opinion. Killing people like that was just a big waste of opportunity. The city and its inhabitants were finished. Letting the people survive would give a chance for further raiding at later times. Now, the only thing you could raid was the stench of death.
,,Good day to you. I'm Green-Root. Actually, this probably doesn't fit under any definition of good day."
(Just a note to you, Minque. Green-Root is not evil, perhaps only a little. He is a true neutral type capable of going both ways with proper motivation. I'm just saying this in case you want to use the famous Serene evil sense.
)
Algren and Altec
Algren made his way inside the attic. It was dark and he managed to bump himself into several objects however not finding the infernal cats. He took a moment to peer out the window, the flames from the Imperial City still burning bright.
"Hello.. father." A voice behind him spoke.
Algren lost his breath for a moment, he knew who it was. "And hello.. Son." He did a smart about face and looked upon his other "son".
"You were trained better then that Altec, I would ex--"
"You expect nothing. After what you've done to me you shouldn't have the will to even think. And, I'm afraid I shall solve that for you." Altec stepped back several feet and summoned his spirit sword. It cracked and popped, possibly loud enough for the group assembled down stairs, but it was to late.
"Retribution." Was the last word Altec mumbled before he plunged the sword into Algren's chest. The Old mans face went agape, not in horror or fear, but simply that of a dreadful glare and fell to the ground with a large thump.
He couldn't possibly go after Jonathan right now, there were to many people. So instead he ran and jumped straight through the window, shattered pieces of glass flying everywhere and was off into the distance.
Flint Ironwood, finding the scene. (Well, he was investigating)
There was a loud crack.
,,Hello? Anyone.......By all that is holy and not so holy! Not again!" Flint had to lean against the wall. Now how was he going to explain this?
Flint arrived downstairs a few minutes later.
,,Jonathan. Your dad........he's dead." He said with an almost silent voice.
The Breton went over to the table and snatched the first bottle of liquor within reach. This was not a nice day.
(Bedtime.)
Issac
In the darkness Issac could make out a shape fleeing into the night. On instinct, and maybe recklessness, he burst out the door in pursuit. Whoever this person was, Issac intended to find out what he had done and why he had done it.
He kept at a riggorous sprint, just managing to keep the figure in sight....... I have to find out where he's going, at least........
Issac
"Well for a start, I would like to know why you killed Johnathan's uncle." Issac stopped several paces from the man, and watched him warily. "I didn't know him personally, but I doubt your motive was particularly rightous....."
He layed a hand lightly on his katana, Cryorend.
Flint, cranky old man.
,,I'm not joking here. He's death, sword in the chest. And before we start arguing, that sword is bigger than mine and Dark Brotherhood prefer daggers in the first place. So who the hell would like to see your dad death and is willing to do it even when we're all relaxing outside?" Flint snapped back at Jonathan. He wasn't angry at the man, just frustrated with life in general. He forced himself to calm down.
,,Look, I'm sorry I freaked out like that. Are there any special burial rites you would like to perform or something? I'll help."
Flint Ironwood, standing outside.
,,So no burial? I understand, there's a lot at stake now. May the Divines watch over his soul." The Breton replied and got up from the ground. He cast one last look at the Imperial city in the distance and then began to walk away, towards Leyawiin.
Two men stood a bit further away on the road. Flint was still too far to see any details. The shape of one of the two looked familiar though.
,,Issac?"
(I'm not intervening...yet.)
Green-Root, Leyawiin chapel.
The Argonian shifted his eyes from the corpse to the man and the woman.
,,What were you doing in the water?" He asked bluntly.
Water still dripped from his scaly hide, revealing his identity as the Argonian that had slain the sharks earlier.
,,Swimming during a storm is nothing for you smoothskinned people. At the surface, the water is wild, untamed. A few metres deep, where the sunlight starts to fade, it is calm, like a breeze."
(Got enough to work with, Fuzzy?)
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
Arco noticed the argonian entering the chapel right before he was about to head downstairs, Arco's hands still holding a tight grip around the hilts when he saw the argonian.
"I'd like to ask you the exact same question, Argonian." Arco replied, stepping closer the argonian.
Green-Root, facing Arco.
,,During times like these, I don't travel the land. It is too dangerous. The water is much safer. As for why I was in the water, I was merely saving your smooth skin from the sharks. That and I needed something to eat anyway. Sharkmeat is very nutritious. Now why were you in the water?" The Argonian pressed on, seemingly undisturbed by the blades held in the Dunmer's hands.
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
"Saving our smooth skin from the sharks, believe me - I've encountred way worse creatures than big fishes." Arco replied stepping up besides Serene and leaning on a nearby pillar.
"Our ship sank outside the coast..." Arco added and raised his head, looking into the eyes of the argonian whilst carving some random pattern with his blade tips in the stone ground.
Green-Root.
,,Perhaps you have, yet challenging the masters of the sea is foolish for those who dwell on the land. Dark times are coming. If you wish to live, do not go near the cities. The force that claimed Leyawiin will likely strike at the heart of the empire. Such a blow, the empire cannot survive."
Having said that, Green-Root turned around and began to walk away.
,,There is nothing left here, only death."
(Wanna follow him?)
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
"The Empire means nothing to me, but it does mean something for my friends - now... Why do you warn us about this?" Arco questioned instantly as the argonian turned away.
Green-Root, acting weird.
,,So you know what to expect. It is no use to choose your fate without knowing the consequences. Now if you excuse me, I'm off to the Imperial city to observe the outcome of these events." The Argonian increased his pace, moving directly towards the harbour. He had no intention of sticking around with those two. They were dangerous and unpredictable, two things he didn't appreciate.
,,If you believe you can stop those who were responsible for this, be my guest. I last saw their ship heading upstream, towards Bravil."
Ian
What is going on? His thought might have been strong enough for Satyana to hear, but it didn't stop him from being annoyed by these sudden and unexpected events. He followed close behind Flint, and realized Issac's absence. He cast his eyes over the area, but didn't spot the two men until he noticed the direction that Flint was facing.......
Issac, bracing himself
The man before him began to summon some sort of weapon, I don't think that's a bound sword either..... Issac answered in kind by bring his magika to bear, he was blanketed with the silver aegis and unsheathed Pyrorend and its brother to a defensive position.
Well, I intend to put up a fight, and getting killed isn't high on my list of things to do....... he thought to himself. "If you wish for battle, then so be it, I do not aim to be easy prey."
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
"I do not choose my fate." Arco said, speaking more to himself than replying to the argonian. He didn't control his fate, at least he believed so - as he was endeavored to Azura, which he'd been for so many years - without choosing his own direction.
Arco quickend his pace as well to keep with the argonian, reading him like a book, Arco knew he wasn't comfortable around them.
"And whose side are you on?"
Arco and Serene got up besides the argonian, awaiting an answer.
Green-Root.
,,My own. Now leave me, I have matters to attend to." Having said that, he jumped into the water.
,,Just think about what I've said. It would be foolish to dive into trouble without thinking." There was a slight splash and then Green-Root swam away, as fast as a horse.
,,Those pirates will waste Bravil like they've wasted this city. That will prove to be unfortunate for both sides and therefore, unfortunate for me. If those two want to stop the pirates, they won't be able to catch up. Unless I slow the pirates down."
Several hours later, one of the pirates heard a soft thunk. Going belowdeck, he saw water rushing in through several holes.
,,Captain! We're sinking!"
The captain looked more annoyed than frightened. The river wasn't deep enough to fully submerge the ship.
,,Send out people with axes to claim wood. We'll fix up the hull and then remove the water with buckets. I want this ship floating again in two days!"
(Bedtime)
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
Arco could only but watch the argonian dive into the water and swimming up river quickly.
Looks like yet again a shadow covers this land, causing disaster when I arrive - just like last time and now I just got involved again. Should I even care to anything about this? What do I fight for?
Arco sighed with the thought of yet again fighting for something that didn't mean anything to him.
Serene will stand up against this. Helping her and keeping her from getting killed is the only reason for me to stay
Unaware at the moment that Serene could read his mind, Arco sheathed his swords and turned around - facing Serene.
"You'll take the decision on what to do, Serene. Do we stay here in Leyawiin or should we head north towards the imperial city?"
Rahvin
"If a lych and a powerful mage couldn't find the woman, I doubt an ancient vampire and a washed-up assassin could. We can't be looking for a needle in a haystack when there are plenty in our hands." he said, a bit surprised at his own fitting analogy.
"We can assume that all three of the children are the targets, meaning that Rann and Satyana would be in more danger since they are travelling together. He'd rather have two out of three than one out of three, I'm sure."
Brianna
Brianna listened to Rahvin´s and Sadril´s conversation, her memory had returned now to a full extent..or at least she thought so....
Rahvin....you are right, Rann and Satyana are probably in the greatest danger....and when I think about it, I remember seeing Salina once.....together with a young girl, no Telina doesn´t know....I don´t know if Salina wanted to show the girl what a miserable wreck her real mother was.....Oh and Rahvin..that girl was evil, trust me, she was! And by all means I think she might even go with Veric.....
"Hey! I´m here as well" she smiled, "Would one of you gentlemen please give me another drink?"
Flint Ironwood, near the stable.
Flint saw how swords were drawn.
,,Oh, great." He muttered as he came to a halt. A Daedric bow formed in his hand, with an arrow nocked.
,,Drop those pointy things right now!" He shouted at the two shadows further down the road.
,,Could someone go and grab our horses?" He added to the group.
Flint Ironwood, happy. (considering the circumstances.)
As the stranger fled, Flint dispelled his bow. Chasing would be pointless.
,,Right, I'm going and get myself a horse."
Flint walked back and picked his horse, a black one with silvery manes.
,,Hello, good buddy. Feeling up for a trip to Leyawiin? I bet you do. I'm Flint, nice to meet you." The Breton spoke to the horse as they went back on the road.
,,I'm ready now. Let's go."
Flogir
"Well it looks like we're not escaping the killing anytime soon..." Flogir muttered as he finished off his soup and prepared to head out. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about the death of Jonathan's father. He had only just met him; he was practically a stranger at that. Still, it was depressing to know that he was killed when it seemed the area was safe.
Flogir silently picked a young palfrey at the horse stables. The horse looked strong and fit, traits Flogir particularly was looking for. He patted the nose of horse gently. "Come along now; we're off to Leyawiin it seems."
Rann
Figuring that it was time, he selected a horse of hi own. It was lean, but not in an emaciated sort of way. It had the build of a horse bred for speed if not necessarily endurance. It looked plain enough, with its solid brown coat, but Rann felt he had found the right one.
"This one have a name?" he asked Jonathan, both trying to keep his thoughts away from the recently deceased, as well as to figure out if he was naming or renaming the horse.
Rahvin
"No matter how damned shady and immortal they are." he added to the toast with a grin before downing his mug. "Let me get my weapons before we go look for the long lost child." he said, guessing Sadril's intentions.
Jonathan
With the rage building in him, Jonathan stormed out of his house and made his way to the stable where he left Lila. He ignored Rann's question, not because he didn't know, but he didn't care.
"Don't worry about that honoured user.." He said to really no one, "I'm going to kill that honoured user myself."
He kicked off to the side of the house and smashed in one of the windows. From his vantage point he could see the liquor cabinet and with a some power that obviously came out of no where, shot a stream of magicka fire at it. The cabinet exploded and quickly began to set the house afire.
"Lets go." He grunted.
Ian, well not very happy
Clenching his fist in frustration, Ian was getting hot under his hood, and not because of the heat from Johnathan's fire. That will draw attention for miles, if no one sees the Imperial City then they'll see this! He fumed. Can't any of these people think before they set something on fire? OK, I understand his father was killed just now, but can this man control his temper before he gets us all killed?
Ian turned to Issac, who had leapt away from his position on the porch to land beside him. "I'm going ahead to Leyawiin, I'll see you all in three days." And he made the neccessary hand-sign and dissappeared into thin air.
He appeared inside the Leyawiin chapel, behind a fire, he threw himself through it, avoiding getting burned. But his cloak was a little scorched around the ends. He kicked the doors open and glanced around at the changed town. And people said this was a slum before it got burned to the ground....... He mused, and began to pick his way through the rubble toward the harbor and spotted two figures.........
Rann
"Someone remind me to ride behind him." he said after Jonathan's outburst. He could understand, of course, but sometimes just didn't think before speaking.
He mounted his new horse and waited for everyone to decide to move.
Issac, agreeing with Rann
"Don't worry if you remind me, then I'll remind you." Issac replied to Rann's comment. I would be angry if Ian died, but one has to remain in control of his actions. He shook his head. "Let's hope he isn't very similar to that fire, otherwise he might burn us all in his anger." Issac whispered to Rann. "So, shall we be off?" As he began to walk to the road.
Flogir
Flogir gently calmed his mount down, who was getting a little antsy from the exploding liquor and the house being sent aflame. He sympathized for Jonathan, but his reaction was rather shocking. Flogir didn't know that Jonathan was capable of weilding magic.
"Well I better not try to piss him off... or else I might be on the recieving end of one of those..." Flogir said quietly to himself as he approached the others.
"I take it we're going?"
Sodsa Hekal, Surprised at The Constantine ranch (right?)
Sodsa was training his marksmanship when he saw Jonathan's 'demonstration' "Looks like we're leaving then"
Sodsa grabbed a red-ish horse with a flame red mane and rode over to Rann, "Did I miss anything by not going inside?" Sodsa saw the house on fire and it warmed a deep spot in his heart. "Nice touch if i do say so myself."
Issac, thinking and walking
"A pipe, no. Leaf, yes." And Issac tossed a hakle-lo up to Rann. "Enjoy!" He lapsed into silence, but slowed down enough to match stride with Satyana's horse. He was already anxious to reach Leyawiin, not because he was bored, or worried about his father. he can take care of himself.........
What he wanted to do was get there soon enough to be of aid to any survivors. I'm not much of a healer, I'm just good enough to heal my skin and not much else. He gazed intently at the horizon, and sighed.
Issac wondered where his other adopted parent was....... She had been the one who had taught him about magic. He remembered her as a compassionate individuel, but also wise and intelligent. Where are you now?
Naturally, Issac didn't expect an answer, his "mother" was a loner, much like Ian. She'd gone her own way a few years ago, but knowing her she could be lurking right behind them right now and no one would notice.
Sodsa Hekal On the road to Leyawiin City*
Sodsa threw a hand up in the air when Rann ignored his comments. "Guess thats a yes. Common girl." Sodsa nudged the horse and she went into a nice trot behind Ian and Satyana.
*if you got a certain tune stuck in your head from that delicate placement of words, i'm not sure if i should give you a cookie, a punch, or mental therapy
Flint Ironwood, horseriding.
Flint kept up a steady pace with his horse. Unlike the others, he wasn't bored or doing other things than watching their surroundings. With the late decline of the empire, even before Ocato's death, bandits had become a lot more common. And a lot more direct.
Tritus Julius, Bruma, Hanging off a roof
After hanging there for a while and not getting any help, Tritus shouts out, "IS ANYBODY THERE! HELLO!! A NEED SOME HELP HERE!"
Serene, cold and freezing in her wet underwear
It was damn cold....and that lizard did look strangely at her...of course it was the fact that she just wore her underwear, and wet underwear does not hide very much..
She put her arms around her, shivering
"Could someone just lend me a cloak or something?"
Satyana
She was singing an odd, but beautiful song as she was riding along puffing on her hackle-lo..The song was in daedric, she didn´t understand the words but Serene taught hher that song back in Ald´ruhn..it contained magic...it made those who listened carefully more agile, more mentally prepared for the coming....Satyana felt they all needed that now...heading towards Leyawiin
Brianna
"I´m ready" she said with a faint smile, putting her hand on Rahvin´s arm
I´ll be around.....as long as you want me to be..
Issac
Satyana's song pulled him away from his thoughts, but Issac didn't find it's power distressing. Quite the contrary, it was soothing. He closed his eyes and, tuning out the sounds of hooves and all other distractions, listening only to Satyana's voice.
Beautiful, he couldn't tell if he was thinking about the song or 'Tyana. It wasn't just a nice song, it seemed to cause Issac's body to thrum with every verse. I've never heard anything like that...... or her.
Ian, Leyawiin
The two figures resolved into a Dunmer man, and a middle-aged Imperial woman. Ian's first thoughts were. She is half-naked! He shook himself visibly and quickly closed the distance. In a complete daze he removed his cloak and tossed it at the woman.
Oh, great that was smart! He berated himself, because now his black glass armor was revealed for all to see. So much for looking like a commoner, no one can mistake me for what I am now.......
OCC: 'Tyana's deadric song is having something of a siren's effect on Issac
Jonathan
Jonathan rode a little distance ahead of the group partially because of his anger, and also because of his embarrassment. However what they didn't know was that display was one part burial, two parts explosive anger. He had no idea where the power came from, nor did he quite knew how he conjured it.
He decided to make amends for his actions and slowed up his horse, bringing it in line with the rest of the group. "Guys, I just wanted say.. Sorry.. I literally blew up back there. I mean, I hadn't much love for my father, and perhaps.. perhaps thats why a did that.. The fire thing you know.." Jonathan pulled out the letter that he recovered from his father's body and held it out to particularly no one.
"If anyone wants to know anymore information about.. Myself and.. Altec.." The word felt tainted even on his tongue, "I think this does a fair job explaining what abominations we are." He said in a cheery tone for the mood.
The Wandering Sage, well, wandering
A cool breeze blew through the trees of Blackwood, the figure strode onto a hill and stretched out her arms allowing her robes to flap in the wind. She closed her eyes and savored the solitude of the moment.
As the wind died down she lied down on her back and began to hum an Aylied song to herself. Though the wind was gone, the foliage swayed as the elf summoned a breeze of her own. She gazed happily at the full moon and her song lapsed into silence.
A wolf came into the clearing, and growled at her. She knelt before it and stroked its fur, and it began to rub against her, its aggression forgotten. The mer whispered soothingly in the dog's ear, as it panted. "Go on home little one, to your brothers and sisters, and the rest of your family......."
It obediently turned and scurried into the nearby shrubs. The woman slowly stood up, and a single tear was visible in the moonlight........
Sodsa Hekal, eager
"So I can read it?" Sodsa looked at everyone else and shrugged, "Isn't much else to do here." Sodsa grabbed at the letter and relieved Jonathan's hand of the note. Sodsa got comfortable in the saddle and started reading the note.
After a little while of browsing and skipping over words that were either to crumpled to read or just because of the way it was written, Sodsa lowered the letter and raised an eyebrow at Jonathan, "Wow, that sucks. So, we're going to hunt down your brother, Altec and figure out what you are capable, or are we gonna say forget it and continue on to Leyawiin?"
Secretly Sodsa felt worried
Geeze, magikal absorption and torture? And i thought my childhood was crap... Hate to been near the guy when he snaps.
Rahvin
"Let's go then." he said. "Just let me grab some equipment from my place on the way out of town."
Rann
Rann found himself not understanding what Sodsa and Jonathan were talking about. "Let me see that." he said as he snatched the note from Sodsa's hand.
"Damn." he said after reading it. "I guess ruling all of Tamriel isn't enough. They have to pull this compassion."
Issac, not very well
It was hard to ignore Satyana, but the situation taking place in front of Issac helped, a lot. Using telekinisis, he grabbed the note from Rann's hands. Issac quickly skimmed through the letter's contents, and reread it several times, hardly comprehending.
So that man that killed Algren, and was about to attack me.......... He knew more then a few dirty things in the history of Tamriel, but this.... this he couldn't fathom. This isn't something that the Emporer could have supported, even when he was young........ There isn't anyone I know who would condone this!
All agents found themselves knowing dark secrets, but this defied any form of cold logic that Ian had ever prided the Impirial Court with. No one who had this authority wasn't a believer in the Nine Devine, and no one could have done this and not expected retribution.......
All his childhood's worth of disipline and self-control melted, and Issac felt weak in the knees. That man -Altec- says that his own father was a monster, but he just proves that he himself is also one by sinking to this level.........
Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin
Arco turned towards the Imperial that just arrived who tossed his cloak to Serene.
"Survivor or what?" Arco questioned the stranger, taking a close look at the imperial's black glass armor and the rest of his equipment. Surely he could have fought off the pirates but could also be one of them - but seemed unlikely. Still Arco rested his hands near his hilts. Foe was always the first thing that came to Arco's mind.
Sarin, Leyawiin
Running past a crowd of people, he constantly looked at a map which he made from droping a peice of hair and a dab of magical ink unto a paper. It drew him closer to a body of water, where his target was surrounded by two male figures. 'Damn... this looks akward' he said. taking out what appeared to be a dagger, he slashed black magicka into a building and utilized them as makeshift steps. He put his brush away as he looked a few meters away as he noticed a drenched woman surrounded by two men. He surveyed the situation.'ill take them out, then make my move on the woman..... im pretty sure thats who my target is' Sarin silently concluded as he position him self behind a chimmney. Drawing out two beautifuly created lions, he sent them immediatly to attack the two men.
Satyana
She smiled when she noticed Issac was affected by her chant.....I only hope it will comfort him....or else I will..personally!
She continued with the second verse....
Brianna
She waited for Rahvin to get his gear, then they were on their way. She felt like deja vu.....she was traveling with Rahvin...again!
Only this time it´ll be different....
Serene, still freezing
"Why thanks !" she smiled at Ian, "It´s very kind of you...really!" She wrapped it tight around her but realised she´d need to take off those wet underwear first.....so she did!
"Eh...please turn around" she asked Arco and Ian...then she noticed the beasts heading towards them....and fast they were!
No time to draw any weaponry, she rose her hand throwing a potent fire-spell which immediately put those lions on fire.
A ghastly smell evolved from the burning flesh....
OOC: (Lesson of the day: Do not mess around with Serene......)
Sarin, Leyawiin
'An illusion, thats what i need!' He said. Noticing that his creations were defeated, he drew a multitude of knights, about the size of a platoon. he waited for them to position themselfs around the three, and silently stood behind the female as he drew an object from his pocket whilst drawing his father's blade at the same time. He reached for her while she and the two were pre-occupied.
Flint Ironwood, feeling things getting worse each minute.
Flint spoke up for the first time since they'd began moving.
,,Ok, let's see if I understand this. You've been 'designed' as some sort of living weapon. Then there is your brother, who is a living weapon both in mind and body. So in short. If we meet him again, he'll likely try to take us on and he's quite good at it. Isn't there anyone here who is well, normal? Ok, what's next? Any Daedra in human disguise around here?" He said sarcastically.
In reality, all the past events had made the Breton extremely agitated. This was just his way of dealing with it. He was convinced that what they'd seen up till now was only the tip of the iceberg.
,,Was what happened twenty years ago just breakfast? Is this the main course?"
Flogir, attempting to lighten the mood
"How did you figure me out, Flint! Now I must destroy you!" Flogir cried, then acted as if he was attacking Flint.
Flogir stopped his little act. "I guess that's enough fun for now, we should stop dallying around here and get to Leyawiin!"
He wasn't looking forward to the trip, but the sooner they got doing something, the sooner these bitter emotions would disappear.
Flint Ironwood, lightened.
Flint managed a chuckle at Flogir's act.
,,Thanks, I needed that." He said before taking on his previous sour expression once more.
,,That still doesn't change the fact that we're about to step into a bees hive, unfortunately."
Eurod, Bruma
Eurod heard the cry for help and ran to see the man who had stolen his wallet. "Hand me the wallet and you can get help, otherwise, well this is a better punishment than jail anyway." he smiled in a delightful way, he hadn't needed to do anything, and the man who stole from him was punished anyway. Galadile walked up.
Dalrus, Road to Leyawiin.
Dalrus was not sure why she liked monarchy, it was her father's ideals mostly. He was practically a king, or as rich as one at least. The east empire trading company was so powerful and rich that money was in complete abundance. Throughout her childhood she thought of how many times her father would say, "You are a queen my daugther, no one is above you except the nine, the emperor, and me." He hated the fact that the employees wanted a union so they could have a say in things. She was so vicious to rann, which was not her. It was something she was nearly brainwashed to think. She road on Ryyden, her horse, and Satyana's horse followed behind.
They were nearly in Leyawiin, having left only an hour after the rest of the group. The road was empty, abnormal as it was the Leyawiin-Bravil-Imperial City road, and was usually packed. She saw smoke off in the distance and road up about five minutes later.
There her friends stood, Rann was there and she yelled to him "Rann, forgive me! Can you do that, I know how enraged I was but forgive me nonetheless," she then saw that they were under attack.
The Silhouette, Valus mountains
"Murgal!" he said telepathically to his orc captain cult captain. "Take your army and attack Cheydinhal." the orc grunted in reply and ran off to his orc camp. Thousands of orcs camped on the foothills of the mountains and they all rose.
"The dark one orders us to battle!" he shouted. Orcs poured out of the camp revealing an enormous horde of heavy armored warriors.
okidoki.....this one is going to bed now!
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