Sel

Sel got off of the silt strider and looked at Ald'ruhn. It had changed considerably through the construct attacks and the rebuilding. The first thing he noticed was a huge tower.

"Wow." was all he said upon seeing it. He suddenly remembered that Serene had said something about wanting to live in Ald'ruhn...

He tapped on the shoulder of the nearest person. "Do you know a Serene or a Jonacin?" he asked.

"Yes, they both live in Morvayn Manor." he answered, pointing the way.

Sel thanked him and knocked on the door. It would be interesting to see how everyone had turned out, and to see how they though that he had changed. He didn't even think that they knew he and Celia had married...

He stood, waiting for someone to open the door.

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Vaska woke up to the sounds of comotion in the streets. He quickly made his way to his manor and changed cloathing. Stauros briskly walked out of his maner and twards the sound of fighting only to see a crowd sorounding what looked like a brawal or some fight. Stauros said in his most comanding voice, "What is going on here!?!"

a guard came up to Stauros and bowed, " why this argonian scum attacked and we" Stauros cut him off,

"I don't care who attacked who. Out of 10 or 15 guards"

"20 sir"

"What!?"

We have 20 guards here in the city"

"I don't care, now were was I? Oh yes out of 20 guards in the city you should have over powered him and thrown him in jail, or at least fined him." Stuaros walked oer to the Argonian, who was panting. After looking him over, he pointed to two guards and said "You two, clean this argonian up and bring him to my manor, uhh I think the bar will do fine."

"but ser,"

"no buts, just do it" and with that Stauros walked off to his manor, muttering underhis breath about incapatent guards.


ooc is this okay? sorry about not posting "posting" I wanted to get involved with someone, and if this is bad yell at me and well yeah.

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Aug 31 2005, 10:03 PM

(OOC: If you haven't understood what my character is doing yet, then here. He is searching for certain people, ESPECIALLY talented fighters and healers. He has known of these characters names from several years ago when AMU took place. He looks for good attitude first, and if he doesn't find what he wants he leaves normally without warning.)

Upstairs in Moravyn Manor a loud tumble could be heard followed by light cursing.

"Damn this ruddy place, can't even teleport properly in here."

That voice...

Val skidded to a stop and wheeled around. Arms in a casting position. He wasn't about to trust a complete stranger.

"I don't know who you are but if you want a fight, you found it!"

He could only hope his intentions were good. Or at least buy his bluff. He was completely drained of power and was already starting to feel the effects of so much action paired with starvation.

"Im not here to fight!" Dane said backing away "I only want to know one thing, are you a runaway?, and if so where do you plan on staying?, because the streets of Balmora are no longer safe for a beast-man any longer"

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Val's vision was blurry and he stumbled. His shoulders slumped and he hung his head.

"A runaway?" He was silent for a moment. His legs felt like jelly. Soon the lev spells would wear off and the rest of the guards would have caught up.

He chuckled.

"I suppose it doesn't matter anymore... dieing would be a release from this madness."

With heavy effort, he lifted his head and looked the man directly in the eyes.

"I am no runaway. I'm a legionnaire."

He waited. His life was now in the hands of a stranger. Part of him was actually hoping he would turn him in to the guards. At least in death was eternal peace.

"A legionarre?" Dane said gritting his teeth. If this was a joke it was certainly a bad person to make it too.

"You damn skirt wearing scum are still around!?" he said angrily "Get out of my sight then. I had the impression you were a slave to the dunmer, not the empire"

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ooc:umm i think i interupted this a while ago but what ever... and i'm logging off.

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Aug 31 2005, 10:11 PM

Endris overheard the name "Serene" and listened to this man's conversation. Morvayn Manor huh? I'll follow this guy. Endris followed Sel from a distance and watched as he knocked on the door to the manor. He waited and watched to see who would open the door.

OOC: If this contradicts with anthing, let me know.

IC: Darus had been Megil's bodyguard for some time now, though he couldn't complain about the high paying in (both fame and fourtune) job. He regularly heard his own name, usually followed by "could probably kill every citizen of Vivec on his own".

Darus stopped along side Megil as they saw the poster, he had thought of this idea long ago, though he had not the money to pull it through. He entered the bar with Megil, holding his spear in his hand. He saw Falx, who he had heard of while off duty. Darus had learned alot while off duty, quick routes, stories of heroes, people's strong opinion, even things like popular recipes.

Daru, seeing that no one in the bar seemed threatening or uppity, leaned over to Megil and whispered "About earlier, I don't trust Isaarin. He has an attitude and seems more like a crazy war-inciter than a peaceful revolutionary. Might want to get him to cut down on his speaches or atleast watch them. With the way he talks, it seems that he wants Imperials dead, not Legionaires gone". Darus liked talking, or, in this case, whispering to Megil, for he had many of the same views as him and could speak his mind.

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Scum huh? I'll get you for that one...

He lacked the strength to speak the words, but just thinking them made him feel a little better.

His legs gave out and he crumbled to the ground. The last thing he heard were the quick thuds of boots at a hurred pace, as well as the shouting of the guards that wore them.

(OOC: be back in a bit, gotta do some chores.)

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Dane

Dane watched as the Legionarre collapsed.

Serves him right

Dane thought. Then he looked behind him and saw Hlaalu guards rushing up yelling "There!, There!, He's over there!"

Dane for an instant felt mercy for the fallen beast-man.

Not even a filthy legionarre deserves this...

He thought as he lifted up the uncouncious body and made for an escape.

The closest location is Fort MoonMoth, guards don't ever go any farther than that. They should just forget about persuing this minor offender and give up.

Were one such of the thoughts that raced through his head as he ran with the Argonian in his arms, his survival instincts taking over.

Isaarin

Isaarin arrived safely at his destination if not a little sore on his bottom.
he heard shouting and looked around before unmounting his strider.

Another form of incompetence from my worthless guards

He thought and might have grimaced but held back since he was in public. His personal guards started to go off after the problem but Isaarin waved his hand and said "No, no, don't bother, It'll be over in a little while". His guards accompanied him back to his mansion and remained outside the door save one guard. Isaarin stepped up the stairs in his home while being greeted by his servants, dismissing their happy comments he opened his door and adressed his guard "Stay put outside my door, I wish for privacy". Isaarin stepped into his room alone and onto his bed where he pulled a skooma pipe from his drawer.

"Ah, skooma, the drug of kings" he said smiling and lighting up for a good few puffs of the sweet ambrosiatic substance.

He sat there happily, feeling as light and free as the smoke that gently carressed his cieling. "Now, now, just what should I do next?" he laughed while removing a scroll from his pocket. "Oh yes, domination" he giggled.

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OOC:



Well Serene knew that anyway.....what did you think?


IC

In Morvayn Manor a couple of things happened at the same time:
Serene came up from the cellar, carrying a sweet little girl of 4, light brown skin, soft long jet-black hair framed a smiling face with big strange-coloured eyes and a cheerful smile
"Meet our daughter, Celia Selena, commonly called Lena" Serene said , "Jonacin is taking a bath, he´ll be up soon"

A knock at the door......Kyara looked at her Mistress to get a sign that she should open, which she got and so opened the ront door

A falling sound from upstairs followed by a curse.....a man´s voice it was


Serene could not see who it was at the front door, Kyara stood in the way

She put the little girl down and went upstairs to check out the strange sounds.....

The hooded man picked himself up from the ground, making his way to the stairway.

At the bottom of the steps he could see a woman approaching. Did he recognize her? From that tavern, the sick woman. It was strange, he always remembered things in precise detail, even if he didn't want to remember them.

"Is Serene home?" Sel asked the girl who opened the door. "Or Jonacin?"

Kyara looked a moment at the dunmer standing outside, he was handsome but sad in a peculiar way..but when he asked for her Master and Mistress she nodded shyly and replied:
"Yes Ser, they are at home both of them"

Serene heading up the stairs stopped, looking at a hooded stranger atop the staircase, she recognised him....the strangser from the last hours of the Big Battle of Ald´ruhn, the stranger that cured her terrible hangover

"Why godday to you Ser...... Then she heard a so familiar voice, filling her with sheer joy!

Oh it´s Sel....he came..oh he came, but i can´t hear Celia.....is she not with him? Was I wrong?

(OOC: Wow, if it was me I would be like. "How the hell did you manage to break into my house from upstairs?!!")

The man basically slid the rest of the way down the stairs, nearly running into Serene as he passed her.

"Good day to you as well miss, may the divines bless you." He said as he entered the main room.

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When the door to the manor was opened, Endris caught a glimpse of the inside. There were several people in there. He figured it was a party or something. Large amounts of people would either be bad for an assassination, or good. Either way Endris felt the need to get creative with this job. In his forty years of working for the guild it was not commonplace for Endris to get 'creative'. It usually involved himself getting hurt and tricking the victim into accepting him into their home.

Endris, however, had heard rumors. Apparently this Serene could hear thoughts like words. So tricking her was out of the question. Perhaps if she went out for a drink at the tavern....


OOC: shouldnt conflict

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The man noticed a large jumble of people.

"Good day to all of you. If I could have your attention for a moment, I would greatly appreciate it."

Ravvin sat at his desk in his chamber, his quill in hand writing on an old map.

"Up the hills, the units... no no that wouldn't-" Ravvin thought to himself outloud as he often did when in deep thought and alone.

Suddenly a light knocking came from his door breaking Ravvin's concentraition.

"Yes?, come in" He said putting down his quill and looking up.

The door opened and in walked Miner Arobar, Redoran councilor.

"You said you wished to see me?" Miner said as he walked inside

"Yes, I did. Thank you for coming. Take a seat" he said and waved his hand at the chair in front of the desk.

Miner sat down and asked "Is there anything in particular you'd like to speak with me about?"

"Now Miner, I respect your opinion very highly, for it was you who had faith enough in me to sponsor me as an elective for the office of Grandmaster." Ravvin explained

"Indeed I did, but I don't think that's what you called me in here now was it?


"Right to the point is it? Okay, I wish to ask you a question" Ravvin said grimly

"And what might that be?" Miner asked plainly

"What's your opinion.... on conquest?"

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