Ok, Val. You were going to ask someone anyways. May as well make it someone that is actually willing to help.

He could still feel the judging eyes of the Hlaalu guards. He had to say something.

"My master sent me for food supplies." He blurted, shakily.

It was the best he could do, he waited to see if the stranger was buying it.


Edit: (OOC: Done for the night)

This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Aug 31 2005, 03:41 AM

OOC:they aren't really cantons anymroe as everything is retty much open, though vivec does have halls for the different houses. that we will put in the same place as the cantons once where to reduce confusion. You didn't think I'd rebuild the city with it poor planning lol. (though there are teirs, and it is several meters up above the sea, bu the tiers are only like 6-10 feet above the rest, and re gently sloped back down to "ground level" so everything is on one plane, except of course for the buildings and spires with balconies that span skywards.


Megil was overlooking the construction at the city ports from one of the many balconies in the city overlooking the crystal clear water below (a condition that Megil controlled himself himself), They would be complete in 3months. Even though Ebonheart stood in ruins in the horizon, the port was still used, and the ruind were a squatter settlement of laborers, artisans, and architects from throughout nirn. A large price had to be paid to let the laborers through the imperial blockade, and sylph transport was used occasionally.

His bodyguard was with him, looking at the surroundings for anything suspicious. An informant came up to Megil,

"Isaarin is giving speeches of violencce in the Hlaalu halls, sir." Megil didn't turn around but continued to look at the scaffoldings and machinery that was being used to move the large blocks of stone around.

After a few moments of thought Megil turned around to look at the glittering city befoer him, pale white stone and glass of every shade, gems and statues and fish, trees placed strategically to always provided a ncie shady area. The city was planned to perfection.

"We go to the Hllaalu hall" he told his bodyguard (OOC: won't say his name yet k )

He sat on a bench by the door to the hall, awaiting for Isaarin to emerge. the man emerged oblivious to Megil's presence.

"I thought we discussed that there was to be no more talk of revolution within this city, especially rallies Isaarin." Megil said it not matterafactly or in a condescending tone of voice. it was quite pleasant really, but the sterness could be felt.

"You and I both know that mob mentality can cause serious trouble, You're lucky that you are in my good graces as far as any house leaders go, otherwise I'd have you locked up for a day under pretenses of disturbing the peace."

his solid blue eyes flashing just for second.

"Don't let me hear of this again Isaarin. Or you will find yourself in trouble, and trust me I do not care for the approval of any house." Megil said as he walked away.

Megil strolled through the city, something he was particularly fond of these days. his bodyguard keeping him company.

This post has been edited by Megil Tel-Zeke: Aug 31 2005, 03:54 AM

Falx

The way New Vivic was built made the older Vivic look like guar crap.This city was stupendous. Several years back, in the earlier days of construction, Falx Albarnias had taken up shop in newer quarters. He was but a simple bar at first, but steadily grew, albit with the rate of construction, to rather large establishment. Much to his dismay though was to learn that the former legionarres were being hunted down and summurally (SP) executed.

I long for the old days..

Falx was starting to age a bit, just several days ago he hit his forty-sixth birthday. Five years after the Fall of Arcyakt, five years since the last of the party seperated.

I pray Jonacin and Serene are living a good life, and I wonder of Sel and Celia.. Oh, and Niran, I know he had a thing for Celia... I'm surprised Megil hasn't learned of my prescence yet, a fine lad he is.

He would usually sit by himself on his nice metal bench reminicing(SP) of old. It sat just outside his establishment, giving him time to sipp on a tall glass of flin, for imperial brandy was hard to come by nowa days, before work.

I wonder when Abulard will be back.. Oh well, time to open shop.

Kiln sat at a small wooden table in the underground cavern several legion officers called home. He drank mazte, from a bent steel mug he'd found thrown out by the citizens of Balmora. This particular cave held only him and his nine subordinates, who dared not wander far from their refuge unless absolutely necessary.

As Kiln drank he thought back to the time when the Imperial Legion was in power, and how they had defended Vvardenfell. The Legion had too many politicians that taxed the people though and for that they had been cast out by the people that they had once defended years ago.

He lifted the mug and took a few more drinks as one of his men walked into his section of the cavern and saluted. Kiln stood and saluted as well.

"Go ahead...but you know there is no need to salute me." Kiln said quitely

"Yes sir, I know...any news of the main camps?" he asked

"I've yet to hear from any of the other commanders." Kiln replied

"Damn...sir...I must inform you that our food supplies are getting dangerously low." he said quietly so the others wouldn't hear

"Alright I'm going out then, if I don't return within two days, assume I've been captured and move camp." Kiln said

He dismissed the soldier and tied his sheath and sword to his belt. He paused and took another drink, it was not a pleasant time when he went into Balmora, ever.
His money was useless and the new coin was hard to come by for someone of his status. Before leaving, he put on an old brown robe to conceal his weapon and then exited the cave.

After some time, Kiln entered the walls of Balmora, it was hardly the town it had been years before, it was larger and more populated.

Alright, let's just hope I'm not noticed like last time....

He walked slowly through the town, avoiding the citizens and guards even more. He saw an argonian in the street, something seemed different about him, as if he was hiding something. Kiln stared at the argonian as he walked past.

"Contain him!" shrieked one of the mer. En'Fel couldn't quite tell who they were talking about. One of the scouts seemed to be a skilled battlemage though. While the others were being hit left and right, he was already deflecting attacks. Hel'Tic's axe fell from his hands due to disarm, Pidou burst into flames from a well placed fireball, Sounigo caught a paralyzation spell, Anhasou was fighting off two Telvanni when suddenly all three of them froze in place. Ganfi was on the ground after he saw the first fireball, he lay next to the Telvanni he had just killed. Altass leapt at the battlemage, only to have the axe take him right in the side. Hel'Tic, by this time, had his weapon, and together with En'Fel the two of them came in swinging, but the Battlmage took them both out with the flat end of the axe.

En'Fel's mind wandered to a memory.

"You let my son die," Kaushad snapped.

"I was thinking about the future of our people!"

"What people with out someone to be Ashkhan!"

"Oh, and like some half-blood like him could have--"

"Do not talk about my son that way!"

"You only decided you needed one because you hated your brother and likewise hated me!" En'Fel stammered.

"Ahem," Sonummu coughed, and they both turned to her. "The prophecy has been read."

"What does it say?" Kaushad asked impatiently.

"This era of fighting between Ashlanders must come to an end if we are to face this threat. This is not just the greed of the Telvanni that took this land, it is a coming plague of chaos. The Ashlanders have survived chaos before, but this one threatens genocide of our people. We must, beyond all circumstances, give up our worthless bickering and come together, as one united force.

"Currently, in each tribe of Ashlander there lives one dunmer with unharnessed, but potent ability. In order to use these mer to their full potential, they must be united together, that is the only way the Ashlanders will continue to exist."

"So, the Ashkhan must come together to fight the Telvanni then?" asked Kaushad.

"If you wish to interpret it that way."

"Yes well it seems rather obvious, most of your prophecies are more riddled than that. Alright then, En'Fel, how many are in this refuge?"

"Thirty-five, Kaushad, but half are wounded, and there are still many of us living in the grazelands who do not know where to go."

"Alright then. The first order of business will be to collect the Zainab tribe and organize a fighting force here. Meanwhile, En'Fel, take an able bodied party of seven and find out where the other Ashlander's are, what their situation is, and if they are willing to help. Tell them how to get to this refuge, do not return here with news. Continue on your travels until every Ashlander is found and accounted for. This will be the base of operations for resistence of the Ashlanders against this threat."

"Wake up you," the battlemage prodded En'Fel. He opened his eyes and squinted at the man looming over him. He was tied to a stick, as was Ganfi, Hel'Tic, Sounigo and Anhasou. Pidou and Altass lay dead among four Telvanni corpses.

En'Fel clenched his fists. He saw two Telvanni with swords circling around him. He kept his eyes focused on one of them, who held his bonesword.

"Alright then, we're going to finish this. You, you tell me where Zainab is hiding at, or I kill every one of your friends here so slowly they'll run out of breath trying to scream," the Battlemage sneered.

"I have better terms, you let us go, and we let the three of you guys inform your superiors of the most important information you have ever heard."

"Oh?" the battlmeage chuckled, "And what's that?"

"You have the name of the most dangerous enemy your People have ever made, and it was En'Fel."

A young boy was sitting by the river in Balmora, his large sword, lay beside him. Because of his age, no one really cared about him, and he didn't wear any Imperial armor, so that was fine with him.

"Gah.. Everything sucks. Why can't everyone be friends? ...", he thought to himself.

"Hey kid! What are you doing there? And who's sword is that?", a Hlaalu guard suddenly shouted.

The young boy turned around, and answered: "Hey, I am Caldius Irithius. I kinda lost everything that I had, and this sword is the only thing I have left. I'm just sitting here, enjoying the err.. Silence, or whatever."

"Hah, I bet you can't even lift a sword as large as that.", the guard said as he turned around laughing, and walked back to his patrol.

"Oh, how I wanted to show you that.. Too bad.", Cal thought, and smirked.

Off in the distance, he noticed an argonian, walking. Something was different about him. And then there was a man with a brown robe, walking past the argonian. "Hmm.. There's something about them. And I'm pretty sure that man with the brown robe had a sword.. Oh well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later, might just as well go for it.", Cal thought and stood up, strapped his sword on his back, and walked slowly towards the mysterious persons...

NOTE: Caldius is boring in full. Cal is easy, and therefore I just write Cal. He also likes to be called Cal, which we'll see later.

Anthanes frowned as he looked out of the highest window of his mages' tower over Ald'ruhn. There were so much soldiers in town lately... So much war. So much hatred. So much racism. Being half-dunmeri and half-cyrodiilic, Anthanes often got the brunt of xenophobia. At least, by people who didn't know whom he was. The fact he was married with a Nord didn't help that much, either.

Morrowind was going downhill. Anthanes realized this, but he had turned a blind eye to it. Anthanes had been content. But he couldn't stay content with things being this way.

...Something must be done. And it will be up to the so-called heroes to do it. Everyone fights for themselves.

The Archbattlemage, as he'd come to be called, without objection on his part, turned his gaze to the house where Serene and Jonacin lived. He swiftly walked down the stairs into the streets of Ald'ruhn, followed by stares from the locals. Some spoke of hate, others of curiousity, others of fear, yet others, mainly from females, spoke of admiration. Anthanes smirked as he strode towards the house of Jonacin and Serene. He gave a knock on the door.

Kiln slowed to a stop as a young boy approached him, deciding his best cover was to act like a commoner, he didn't avoid him.

He stared at him, perhaps he wasn't coming towards him but rather somewhere else...Kiln didn't know but he knew that young men asking questions could be trouble so slowly reached inside his robe towards his sword, hoping not to be noticed.

Note:I'll be gone until later this afternoon...

It was a calm afternoon in Morvayn Manor. Jonacin was in the basement where he had his training-facilities. he was a master trainer and needed to be in shape so almost every afternoon he spent down there training, he found it good doing it in the afternoons when serene anyway was in her apothecary and their little daughter had her nap.

They had employed a Nanny for the baby, a sweet and cheerful young Ashlander-girl, who they more or less adopted from the shattered Ahemmusa Tribe. The girl´s name was Kyara and she was probably about 16 years, she was not sure which year she was born and had no parents left who could tell her.

When Kyara heard the knock at the door she stopped cleaning the kitchen-floor and opened the door thinking it might be Mistress Brara who usually came to visit after being to the market to do her weekly shopping.

Outside stood a young Dunmer, very good looking, and after the first astonishment Kyara recognised him as Anthanes Sedrathi the famous Battlemage who lived in that spectacular Tower in town...and the one almost all young girls regarded as the most exciting man in town,

"Good afternoon, Ser" Kyara said shyly, "Mistress Serene has not come home yet ,and Miste Jonacin is busy ..but come in please"

"Can I offer you something to drink?" the young girl asked as Anthanes stepped inside....

"Some halfway decent flin if you have it. If it's just the cheap local swill, then nevermind." , Anthanes said with a slight grin forming on his mouth. He sat down on a nearby chair, making himself comfortable.

Seems she knows of me. How much longer do I need to make it clear that I'm a happily married man? I suppose I can't blame them...

"Very well Mister Anthanes" Kyara bowed her head and went to a small wooden cupboard in the corner where she bought a golden brown bottle,
" I think this is Brandy that Mistress Serene always tell me to offer our honoured guests" Hope it will be suitable for you?"



OOC: Got to rush.....catch the bus home..I´ll be back later though!

Anthanes' grin widened. "You do me too much honor. But if you insist, I suppose I can make do with it..."

Eberron walked along the east coast of Vvardenfell heading south, a thousand thoughts went through his head. His motion less face looked into the ground. Why did I leave Alyssa here, with Arneth. He has enough trouble on his hands, and with the Great Houses fighting each other its only worse. Eberron rubbed his face, tired and exhausted he looked around for a nearby village as he kept walking slowly. He only had a sack hanging by his shoulder with some equipment, gauntlets and some other armor parts, craft tools, a dagger, some belts and other cloth. He looked down at his longsword by his hip on the left side. It was the only thing he had left from his father.

He sat down on a stone by the coast line, looking out over the water. He threw his sack of his shoulder and down on the ground infront of him switfly - opening it and looking if he had some food left or any money. He took out a pouch, he opened it with wide eyes, he didn't even know what he threw in his bad before he left Cyrodiil. But as he opened the pouch he threw it away, before punching his fist into the ground. It was maybe around twenty septims in it, and that wouldn't help him much in Vvardenfell. He sighed and leaned back over the rock with his hands across his face. I doubt money would help me anyway, I cant stop searching. Arneth most have taken her to a safe place, out of reach for most people I'll just have to do my best to find it.. he thought before getting up grabbing his sack and pouch before starting walking north against the land of the Telvanni...

(OOC: Minque, where is Morvayn Manor - Thought it would be nice to know the characters location)

[ooc: Ald'ruhn. ]

Cal noticed that the man put his hand inside his robe, but Cal couldn't risk to unstrap his sword, because a 16 year old with wielding a very large sword was indeed ackward. At least in these times.

"Good day, mister.", Cal said and smiled. "I have a few questions to you. It'll be quick, I promise." Cal walked up close to the man, and stood face to face. He glanced quickly around him to see if any guards was nearby, there wasn't, and he turned back to the robed man. Cal looked up and down, noticing most details about the man, including the fact that he was gripping his sword. "Oh, I wouldn't do that. There's guard around, you know. People like us have to.. stick together, eh?", Cal said and smiled his cheerful smile again.

Megil was walking through an arbored pathway when he caught site of a pub out of the corner of his eye. Megil stopped and looked at the sign above the pub.

"ah, yes this is where they say he is." Megil said. He stepped inside, a small bell ringing as the door shut behind Darus. The place had a warm cozy feel to it, but it was rather empty at the moment. It was still early in the day. He saw a flyer posted near the door, it was an offer by the halls of justice to take in other people's septims for 50% more than it's value.

He glanced at it momentarily, having examined and approved the flyer several days before, by the end of the week everyone in Vvardenfell would know about the program. It was not an expenditure since after the seal wasremoved by melting the coins, the gold was worth more than what the hall of justice had paid the citizen. It really wasn't ripping the citizens of since they would have got lss gold for the coins elsewhere in Vvardenfell. But apprently people didn't care about the fact that gold was gold, and instead worried bout the seal and emperor's head molded on the side of the coin.

Megil stopped pondering and looked up from the flyer, he approahced the bar, the man he knew was Falx stood behind the counter.

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Konrad rested his feet on the crude wooden table, his body relaxed as he looked around him. It was deathly quiet, his own little shrine. It wasn't as exciting as fighting dragons and battling with mages, but it was enjoyabley boring.

He stared at his immaclate boots, the black shine gazing back at him. He smiled, it was a long time since he had had bots that were in any way spoilt, not since he had come back from Vvardenfell. Life was easy here, whenever he neeed anything he picked up his old wooden staff and pulled up his travellers cloak to walk crookedly down to the shops.

He had spoken no words in the past five years, having no need of them. He would pick up the items he needed, pay the man, then be on his way back to the cottage. He made his septims by being a carpenter, his skills undeniably great. He just chose to keep his first ever table in his home, a reminder of when he was still an angry child looking for the next battle.

Though his life was getting too boring, in a sense. He missed the mage the most, he had forgotten all the names of the travellers, as she was the one who was kind to him even when he was foolish. It was time to go meet her, he felt. Life was getting too predictable.

He swung his legs from the table, getting up slowly and walking to the cabinet. Looking at it the draw opened and a series of papers appeared from it, spreading themselves out around him. He peered at them all, then picked one from the air and sent the others back. On it was scribbled a name of a town he had defended, the name of a town where the person he was going to see said she was going to live. Ald'Ruhn.

He left the house, a small pack on his back filled with a hunting knife and cooking accessories. His levitation bel was also packed in there, stuffed in the bottom. He closed the door behind him, sighing as he looked at the house he had spent the past 5 years in. He kept his hood down as he waded amongst the leafy vegetables in his garden, picking a few out and packing them away.

Looking at the forest next to his house he uprooted three trees, smashing them quickly on the cottage. It would be in his papers in a few days time, making him girn at the thought. He set off back on the trail he, Sel and Celia had come, returning back to Vvardenfell.


After an uneventful journey across Cyrodil He sailed to Seyda Neen, making his lonely way to Ald Ruhn through his memories of the land. As he entered through the entrance he remembered defending valiantly he gazed around, sighing with joy. After an hour of tough conversation with people he wouldn't actually speak to and would only communicate with nods and shakes he found where Serene was living. He had also found her name.

As he knocked on the door of Morvayn manor he felt nervous. He looked totally different, would Serene recognize him? His clothes, now once again dirtied from his travels, made him seem like a beggar. Her or her servants would surely send him away with a sword in his back, wouldn't they? Nevertheless he waited patiently at the door.

"Hrm. Sounds like someone's there. Don't bother, I'll get it."

Anthanes strode over to the door and opened. His eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Serene was heading home from work...tired but longing to get back to her family...yes, she had a family and for almost 5 years now, she´d had a man that loved her and she loved him,..and a gorgeous little daughter as well......

"If only my first child would be here, then my happiness would be unending..."

Approaching Morvayn Manor she spotted a man standing at the door, knocking on it, there was something familiar with him, yet she could not really grasp it

"Hallo Mister!, Are you looking for me? or perhaps Jonacin?" Serene approached the stranger hands outstretched in a warm greeting....

Akar continued north until he heard voices. He quickly concealed himself behind a hill and peered over.

Apparently, some ashlanders had gotten themselves in trouble, and were surrounded by some faction or other intent on destroying them for no apparent reason.

He drew his sword and held it in one hand as he walked down to where the "situation" was.

"What the hell is going on?" Akar demanded.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Aug 31 2005, 08:29 PM