Megil veered through the city taking in all teh citizens, examining suspicious people, just keeping the city under hawk-like eyes.

Occasionally he would listen to the thoughts roaming around, never picking up anything interesting.

Soon the stood in the plaza in front of the hall of justice, a large cathedral like structure infront of them, spire reaching into the skies. the place filled with archways and windows, stained glass, skylights, basically giving the feeling of still being out in the open.

Megil walked through the hall of justice greeting workers, informants, and guards. he eventually stepped down the hallway leading to his office, a messenger with a large stack of papers waited by the vividly engraved 20 foot double doors that led into the backworks of the hall of justice, where civilians or for even that matter, house authorities could enter, unless they ahd a special permit.

The door's opened to reveal a network of offices where paperwork and messages routed themselves around, a detailed report of every person entering or leaving the city, sales made, and in this inner complex, the currency values where calculated.

Megil stepped int his office, it was large, yet comforting, it was tid yet cluttered with papers, and messages, spy reports, and bookshelves covered in more paperwork.

Megil sat down behind his desk.

"Looks like another busy day Darus." he said as the door shut behind them.

he picked up some of the reports, and began reading them. Perusing most of them, and occasionally reading in detail suspucious activity, and labor accidents from teh port construction. After reading a few, he leaned back on his chair.

"So tell me Darus have you come t a decision on what might be done about Isaarun's rebellious activities?"

OOC: sry i feel the new city has to have lot's of description. anyways, sparring match between MEgil and Darus' soon. you know seems like a rather normal way of relieving stress, and also build trust and know that both can defend themselves, and fight together if need be.

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The man eyes darted around nervously, though hidden by his hood.

"Well, I don't really know her, I've heard of her though, very skilled at healing. So Serene is her name, what about this girl here?" The hooded man glanced at Kyara.

"I don't suppose you really have any idea."

(OOC: Oh, just so you know. I have come to the conclusion that my new character isn't Niran.)

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"No, I don't." Sel answered. "She's nice though."

"What was your name again?"

So, the half-breed was trying to be peaceful... didn't he realize that he had already tried peace? En'Fel let his own pride shrivel up just earlier, and now suddenly another man was choking his pride again. En'Fel could only be thankful he was not as proud as, say, Hel'Tic, and therefore felt no reason to jump to anger. Still, looking at the dead corpses of Pidou and Altass, En'Fel understood just two things. The first was he would kill that Battlmage, and the second was he would do it slowly.

"Watch yourself!" shouted the Battlemage. "Do not get involved with common criminals like these or I will bunch you amongst them and kill you where you stand. Walk away right now, and don't turn your head, or there will be no turning back."

"So arrogant for a worthless lap-dog," En'Fel grumbled quietly.

One of the other two Telvanni began circling around the half-breed, his sword out in a non-chalant fighting position. The other kept his sword pointed directly at Hel'Tic's neck, but his eyes were focused on the half-breed as well.

(OOC: Feel free to RP the three telvanni soldiers, and since my guys are tied up that should give you some freedom)

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"Uh . . ." the man tried to divert the topic.

"Well, it's Cedir Niras. . ." He shook nervously as he glanced around the room. He hadn't spoken those words in seven years.

(OOC: I'm going to implement something. Let's pretend my character is feared for killing his school teacher and eight other students when he was thirteen. Try to pretend everyone knows about him. So just about now the room should have gone silent.)

Falx

Up on the 4th teir of the inn/bar lay the private quarters for the workers of the bar. Falx spent much of his latter life by his room, out on the balcony. The chair creaked as he leaned foward slowly feeling over the jewel encrusted box.

When he opened the lid, it filled with light for the first time in 5 years. It housed the sword that Acryakt had given him, a futile sign of another life. Falx lifted the case in which the broadsword sat, and revealed a secret compartment. This hid another weapon, a weapon of a friend.

After the New Vivic Inn was established and doing well on its own, Falx left to explore a bit of the world, or rather a smaller part of the world. The place that had forever changed his life. Long ago, six feet under, several friends layed their precious articles upon his "grave".

The only thing recovered was a Katana, one of master swordsmanship quality.

"Jonacin's..." Falx felt over the hilt and ran his fingers up the blade with his eyes shut, memory's seem to flood his mind.

There was a sound in the hallaway and Falx hid the objects quickly, as though they were contraband. He stepped back out unto the deck and looked over the square. It seemed some one was staring right back at him, but from a window across the plaza.

Sel was silent for a second, as was everyone else.

"You're the murderer." Sel said flatly. He looked closer. "Hey! You're the guy that killed a man for hating the divines!" He remembered that day in Ald'ruhn...it was the day that Arcyakt was defeated.

Akar

"You chose your own fate." Akar said flatly. He gripped his sword with both hands and swung at the leader, hoping that once he was gone, the entire group would flee. Maybe they were common cowards, maybe not.

The leader dodged and launched a quick counter attack. Akar barely got his large sword up to bear, but did succeed in saving his own life, if not in looking graceful.

Akar swung again, horizontally, but this time he stopped in mid swing and reversed the motion, hoping that the leader's parry would be poorly-aimed and form an opening for a well-placed stab. Luckily, the feint worked, and Akar smiled grimly as he pulled his sword from the mer's gut.

Remembering what the ashlander had said, he cut off his arms as he lay writhing on the ground. After the grim task was done, he healed the wound in his midsection so he would be alive for questioning.

He looked at the other Telvanni. "Are you leaving now?"

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The hooded man took off his hood.

"Now that it's revealed I have no need for this."

"I am no murderer. You don't know what happened, none of you do. All of you've been fed lies, most likely. I've had to live like this for years now, hoping that if I went into hiding people would forget my name. I guess my plan failed, didn't it."

He stepped backwards, and suddenly he had his arm around Kyara's neck.

"I wasn't here, any information given of me will result in this girls death."

Then he teleported away, taking the girl with him.

(OOC: Adding some fun to the RP, I don't like the idea of just sitting in a Manor and waiting for something to happen.)

En'Fel stared giddily as he watched the Battlemage fumble around with his axe. He must have been low on mana from the last fight, doing all those crazy spells to take En'Fel's team down. As he suggested, both arms were dismembered and the Battlemage was left in too much pain to concentrate.

The other two Telvanni moved in but froze once they saw the sword stab into the guy's gut. They looked like they were about to take off running.

"Not yet, my sword," En'Fel cautioned one of the scouts. He looked from En'Fel to the half-breed, back to the En'Fel, and back to the half-breed, and didn't appreciate the look he was getting from either of them. He placed the sword lightly on the ground, and sped off after his friend who was already on his way.

"Alright, Ganfi, untie us," En'Fel ordered, and nearly a second later severed pieces of rope fell to the ground around Ganfi. His throwing star was out and he worked his way to each of his compatriots.

"You, Telvanni?" En'Fel started before Ganfi had reached him.

"Yes... my name is--" the Telvanni began.

"I don't care what your name is," En'Fel interrupted, getting a swagger about him now that all his arrogant words paid off. He felt like he was something more than he was, like he had the situation under control from the beginning or something. He had the attitude of an experienced warrior, and he would play it that way, especially since he was around the company of the new-comer who saved his life. "You should remember my name though."

Sel looked around after the man took away the housekeeper. "Damnit."

why did he have to go and do that? IF he ended up turning in the murderer, he would only end up getting in trouble himself...

He looked at a younger imperial. He looked quite familiar, and looked like he hadn't seen civilization in years.

"Do I know you?" he asked, but then he shook his head, questions could be asked later. "Where is Serene and Jonacin?"

Akar

Akar interrupted the interrogation. "What exactly just happened?" he asked. He sincerely hoped that he hadn't made the wrong decision, especially after hearing the ashlander's harsh words. Maybe it was out of righteous anger. Only time would tell.

He wiped the blood from his sword and sheathed it, waiting for an answer.

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The young ashlander and Ced were standing in a sewer, the sewers of Vivec. Releasing her from his grip, he backed away and started mutteirng to himself about random problems he had. Like compulsive violence, and the inability to think clearly in nervous situations.

" . . . now I have a burden to deal with . . .could just leave her somewhere to rot . . .or kill her . . .yes I rather like the latter idea. Kill her it is."

" . . wait, if they find you she'll make a good hostage . . . you could use her to get out of nearly every situation . . .maybe kidnapping wasn't such a bad idea after all. . . what is she escapes. You can't risk her giving away your whereabouts, kill her."

Ced drew his sword and stepped closer.

(OOC: I have too go sleep now anyway. )

En'Fel stared coldly at the traveller. He wanted to say more, but he knew he shouldn't.

"Look around..." he said simply, waving his hands over the bodies of his two dead friends. "Telvanni," he began while picking his bonesword from the ground, "Why are you trying to exterminate our people?"

"Ex-- exterminate?" the Telvanni tried to play innocent while choking through the pain.

"You surrounded us in nightfall so we would not escape, your burned our camp, you're hunting through the Grazelands searching for our remnants. This here, this was the advanced party for the invasion of the Ahemussa. If you deny any of this, I will slice off your feet," there was a bit of a calm growing in him, like En'Fel was returning to the passive state he was in before the fighting broke out.

"Okay, okay I'll tell you! We want the land!"

"You have the land! Why do you want me?"

"We just want the land, that's it!"

"You hunt us down and you murder every one of us!" En'Fel's toned grew sterner

"No--"

With the flick of the sword, the Telvanni felt a sharp pain on the back of his ankle. The sword only went about two inches deep, but it was enough.

"He ordered it! He would not say why!"

"Who? Who ordered it?!"

"Our, our archmagister!"

"A name I need a name!"

"No, no please!" the Telvanni cried. En'Fel brought his arm back as if to swing against the ankle again.

"Melkaan Uvirith!"

"Thank you," En'Fel stated, and lowered his arm.

There was a pause, "Can I... can I live?" the Telvanni asked, his voice turning up. En'Fel paced around him to face him. He sheathed his sword and raised his two fingers to the Telvanni's face, touching them against his forehead.

"You might feel a slight chill..." he cautioned, then cast his spell. The Telvanni's skin chrystalized all over, and he feel to the ground as one frozen corpse.

"Now then, traveller," he turned his head to look at the traveller. He felt so exhausted from the spell he could barely stand up, but he pushed on, trying to look as powerful as he could, as though slaying someone in one spell was the easiest trick in the world. "I owe you a debt."

Akar

Akar stroked his chin as if thinking of the best favor to ask, but turned to En'fel with a smile.

"How about I travel with you until I think of a way for you to repay me?"

A knock came to the door.

"Come in,"

A young woman stepped in, a member of the Mage's guild.

"Sir we have recived reports of unauthorized teleportation into the city."

Megil didn't glance up from a report he was scrutinizing.

"Were did the sensors report the teleportation ocurring?"

"In the undercity, sire, the sewers to be more precise."

Megil glanced up for a moment,

"Thank you, I'll have some people sent down to investigate,"

This sort of thing hapened occasionaly, some refugee, or criminal thought they could escape by entering the mases of vivec, not knowing that the city had defenses that traced magicka, and only certain districts, primarily the Mage's guild and some of the inner halls, had permission for teleportation.

The young mage bowed and left, Megil returned to the reports and his discussio with Darus
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The sylphs had passed out of knowledge and once again believed to be mythical creatures of wive's tales. but the water of vivec was usually patrolled by several hundred sylphs, being invisible and silent in water they patrolled the waterways, including the sewers. One such sylph watched the stranger with the child, not acting but simply watching. they never made an apearance, simply eyes watching, and reporting to megil.

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En'Fel

En'Fel considered this. He needed information desperately. A traveller, that was a good commodity.

"The Ahemussa have a secret hiding place they go when trouble turns up. We all know this, but they don't trust the Zainab, they won't tell us where. We have to find them. If you help, then you can travel with us until we reach Redoran territory."

Anhasou stared uneasily from the traveller to En'Fel. Hel'Tic merely glared at the traveller. Ganfi was busy fixing wounds Sounigo.

"Yes, I can help you find these people." He said, finally glad to be able to do something.

He felt extremely uneasy due to the staring and glaring, most likely it was due to his mixed heritage.

Obviously, he had to do more than save their asses before he would be trusted.

"Here." he said, moving beside Ganfi to look at Sounigo's wounds. He held his hand on the dunmer and began chanting softly. He was pleased when he saw the wounds begin to close, but nowhere near fully healed. His healing powers were quite limited.

"Trying to save your people, eh?" he remarked as he stood back up. "I must admit, it is a much nobler cause than mine."

OOC: bedtime.

En'Fel stared at his healing abilities. Ganfi was just the tribe's novice, learning The Wise Woman's pupil. He would need to get his skills up before the traveller left.

"Very good then, we'll move north to a nice cave and then resume hunting tomorrow," En'Fel stated, his stomach churning at the realization of how far north he'd be able to walk to before he could rest his weary body.

"It was good you came along," he added.

(OOC: Tomorrow we skip to next morning)

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Darus waited a few seconds, and replied in a serious tone "I believe we should watch him closely, dig up every bad deed he has ever done in his life and have a spy, preferably an attractive dunmeri female, find out more about his plans". Darus stood in the office until interrupted by the mage. "Sire Megil, I don't think that's a very dangerous threat, but no refugees have been allowed transportation from Bitter-Wood. Would you like me to call a recon crew?" Darus was used to this happening, though it always excited him.

OOC: Bitter-Wood is the village Shakur founded that houses refugees. Is it ok if once and a while they send refugees Megil?

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OOC: you started with Shakur, and ended as Darus

IC: "Bitter-wood... sounds familiar." Megils aid, laying the report down on the desk, he sifted through some files, and brought up a small one.

"Ah yes bitter-wood, small refugee village, hmm no large threat, leader is Shakur Ir shin. why have they had no transportation? seems odd. It's Shakur's village, of course we will accept refugees from there"

Megil brought out a blank form, filled it out and signed it. he placed it on a box, where all outgoing paper's were placed.

"There," he said with a smile.

He then turned to the prios conversation.

"Good plan, I'll have the Center of informant resources find a good candidate. we will let the other informants in house Hlaalu know of this, when she is put in place, we will need credentials to get her close enough to Isaarin."

Megil glanced through a few more documents, somehow managing to go through nearly all the pile on his desk.

"So, Darus are you up for another friendly spar?" Megil asked, activating the hidden door that led to a training chamber.

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Wred

Could the night be more annoying? With each step the aching in his muscles grew more painful. He walked across the bridge and near the eight plates, waved at a guard he passed and finally slumped in the middle of the street.

"Are you alright?" the guard asked him.

"Yes, it's this thirty-two hour shift, I can't move my legs."

"I don't see why they had you working over time like that," the guard commented.

"Oh you know, one guard goes missing and suddenly they treat it like the entire town is under attack. Everyone is so shifty these days, what with the building tension between houses."

"I'll tell you what," the guard offered his hand so Wred could stand up. "Go to your room and catch some sleep, I can cover you shift, not like anything is happening tonight."

Wred gripped his hand to stand up, "Thanks, I won't forget this. I'll be back in eight hours."

"Yeah, yeah well there's no cause to be rude with a fellow guard at this time."

"Of course, be at peace, friend."

"Be at peace," the guard answered and continued on his pace. Wred headed straight to his quarters for a some deeply needed shut-eye.