Cedris, On the road North


(OOC: The simple answer, Cedris doesn't have any need for privacy at the momeny.)

"Teleportation gives me many advantages. One being the element of surprise, should I need it. I doubt I would have managed to get in the house had I knocked. Especially since it was the current situation of advantage I had that made you give in." Ced told him smugly.

I wish I had a map, but I guess I'll just head North. If I get lost, so help me Stendarr I'll-

You'll do what? Not much you can do is there? Do not worry, you will not get lost.

(OOC: As you can clearly see, my character is extremely arrogant.)

Akar

"Alright...what am I thinking right now?" he asked, as he filled his head with speculations about what Serene's home looked like; along with what his little sister might look like.

"Do you know?" he asked, his smile widening.

Sel

"Your advantage was a little girl, bastarde." Sel answered, not missing a beat. "Common criminals have the sense to hold someone's loved one hostage."

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"You are imagining how your sister looks like,"Serene smiled...."And you are refurnishing our home" Serene laughed warmly.....enjoying the company of the young man who hppened to be her son....

(OOC: Cedris literally is a bastarde.)

Ced spun around to face the dunmer following him. Unlike Sel, Cedris wasn't one too control his temper.

Common criminal!

"I meant no harm to the little girl, you son of a kwama forager." (OOC: So what if I come up with lame insults? )

"There were others in the room, I could have been speaking of any one of them. Besides, anything I do is appropriate. I am of a higher order than you, you pitiful bastarde. I serve the true gods."

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Akar

Akar was honestly surprised; he had thought she was kidding. "So, did I make your home look nice?"

He didn't wait for an answer; he changed the subject. "Well I feel awkward asking all the questions. Why don't you ask some?"



Sel

"And people wonder why I don't worship any gods." he said shaking his head. "All of you religious types think you're better than anyone else, and have the right to do whatever the hell you want." Sel spat. "So drop the godly act and act like what you really are; a common criminal."

"very well, we need to discuss troop placements, where will the erebeninsum attack, what town?"
darum looked around the room "oh yes an also how many warriors does each of your tribes have?"

Cedris, on the road North

Cedris grabbed the dunmer by the front of the shirt.

"Religion has given me shelter, it is the only one kind enough to pick a beggar off the street and feed and clothe him. You are a foolish non-beliver, and you accuse me of being a common criminal. Your ignorance in the ways of the divines is a worse sin than any crime."

Ced let go of Sel's shirt, and suddenly cooled down. Taking several deep breaths, he turned and started walking North again.

(OOC: I might have too go soon, for at least an hour or two.)

Weather/Time Update

Current Time: Dusk; small amount of sunlight left.
Current Weather: Slightly cold; small breezes; no clouds
Current Seaeson: [Fall] (Never learned the TES equivalent of the real life seasons, if someone could whip up a chart, plz PM me)

OOC: good enough?

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Serene, on the way between Urshilaki and Ald Daedroth

Serene smiled and stroke Akar´s chin,

"Ok then now I´d really like to hear what your life has been like and why you are in Vvardenfell....just now!"

Sedrane Urshilaki

" I have some 25 good men at the Ahemmussa camp, not more I´m afraid, there was this homicide.......

Dalrus, New Vivec
"No Im not here on business, i just wanted to talk to the owner of this city." Dalrus said to one of her body guards "can any one tell me where to find zel teke?" she yelled out

[B]Darum, Urshilaku Camp
"ONly 25 warriors? we have well near 100, though the telvanni must have well over 5,000, i suppose vos must be our first target, am i right?"

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(OOC: Since you guys ignored it anyway when I get around to it I'm going to delete my last post as En'Fel)

Kaushad
Zergonipal

Kaushad set the camp up well. There was a makeshift infirmary, a few tables, some guards walking around, weapons, food and water. Erabeninsum and Zainab walked side by side in the last few days. The stressful situation they both faced placed them together well, and two tribes that previously got along horribly were now working together,

"I have news to report," Kaushad said, "I need to collect the Ashkhans at Urshilaku and bring them here. Send news to the Refuge that everything is fine and they need to keep their support up. As of yet our last raid of the Telvanni escort that moved through the Grazelands went very well. I assume they see the Grazelands as a no man's land. We must strike hard, they must recognize us not as insurgeants but as rightful owners of this land. Until we have support from the other two trbies we will be able to pose no true threat, and can only attack using these Guerilla tactics.

"So, thank you, I could not have set up the Ashlander Union camp without you men, this is now your territory."

With that, Kaushad began his trip to Urshilaku to gether Sedrane Mirpal, Sul Matuul, Darum and En'Fel.

(OOC: *cough* )

Lykaon
Ald'Ruhn

Lykaon strolled through the backstreets of Ald'Ruhn, he had heard rumors of a oncoming House War as he had left New Vivec, not that he believed it that much. It was worth remebering and considering, but not believing totally. No RUMOR was. As he moved through the darking streets he noticed a Khajiit being tailed by several Dunmer. Lykaon knew their ilk. Cammona Tong. They managed to herd the Khajiit towards the side of the Skar, the outskirts of Ald'Ruhn. Racist bastards... Lykaon reflected, following behind them.

"Die, fetcher!" one suddenly screamed, thrusting at the frail looking Khajiit female, a Silver dagger in hand. He was surprised as he found a ebony mailed fist wrap around his own, stopping him scant inches from the feline's back.

"Leave her be," Lykaon said, drawing up to his full height and giving a imperious stare. "End this without bloodshed."

"Outlander scum!" another screamed, drawing a Dwemer war-axe and swinging it. Lykaon lept back, drawing his Katana as the Dunmer with the axe's clusmy swing ended up removing the wrist of his dagger weilding friend.

"AAAAAUIIH, ME HAND!" The mer screamed, clutching the bleeding stump as he collasped. The Axe weildler, and the two other Dunmer charged, drawing swords.

The axe user and the first with a sword to reach Lykaon were given a free haircut that left them a head shorter. As their bodies fell to the ground, Lykaon slashed the third from stomach to forehead. Within moments the ash was muddy with blood.

"The Cammona Tong has existed too long," Lykaon said to the remaining Dunmer, the one who was sans a hand. "They should disband if they value their lives. Take their predjudices and shove 'em where the sun don't shine. Now go...and tell that to who you follow. Lest they end up as the three on the ground..."

The Dunmer scrambled to his feet and ran off.

Strange Old Man
New Vivec, Plaza

"Beware! For I speak the truth, the truth which none may comprehend! Shall you perish in your petty rivalry's? To that I answer yes! But what is petty? And what are the problems? Do you not see the light, the golden beams from the faithful? Invest not in your recollections of the past. Dunmerii, Imperial, Nordic, Aldmer, Bosmer, and Beast folk alike will soon know the judgement of the truth!"

The elderly man inched down the street, constantly muttering and screaming barely coherent sentence fragments of odd wisdom and folly. He had no name, no life, but according to him, his purpose was to spread the light.

Falx Albarnias
New Vivec Inn

Falx peered out the window, "Crazy old fool.."

He turned his attention to spreading the word of the New Legion. Already somewhere near 200 enlistee's had come and gone.

Raxle O'Conner & Alicia
Cave West of Gnisis

Alicia stood at the mouth of the cave, the dark was growing. The wind blew her gown softly, and almost playfully into the air. She let out a small sigh, and then noticed a growing shadow to her left. Her first action was too ready herself for some drunken soldier, obviously yearning for some feminine comfort.

The healer spun around, throwing the gown into a hizzy and brought her dagger to bear on the assailent. Her hand was caught in mid air, and quickly her other was pinned against the wall.
"Let.. me.. go!!" She screamed, "Bastarde!"

The shaddy figure spoke, "Alicia! Quite!" A hand was put over her mouth to cease the coming screams.
"Shhh" The man brought his lips close to her ear, "Calm down.. I'm not going to harm you. Promise me your not going to scream?"

Slowly Alicia nodded her head, a tear escaping from her eye, "Please.. please don't harm me.." She pleaded after the man let his hand down.

"Why would I ever do that?" He spun her around slowly, "It's me, Raxle.. I would never harm you." Alicia stared at him for several long seconds and then held on to him tightly, "I.. I can't stand this anymore.. Why do they hate us?!" Another set of tears rolled down her soft tanned cheek.

"I don't know." He paused for a moment, and realized that she was attached to him. He struggled a bit to loosen her hold, Raxle wasn't not attracted to her, but the attraction was the problem. In such turbulent times what measures would he throw himself and Alicia into?

Raxle put his arm lightly around her shoulder and try'd to say with as much compassion as he could muster, "Come on, lets go inside, get something to eat?"

"Yes.. I'd like that..."

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Cedris, on the road North

Cedris grabbed the dunmer by the front of the shirt.

"Religion has given me shelter, it is the only one kind enough to pick a beggar off the street and feed and clothe him. You are a foolish non-beliver, and you accuse me of being a common criminal. Your ignorance in the ways of the divines is a worse sin than any crime."

Ced let go of Sel's shirt, and suddenly cooled down. Taking several deep breaths, he turned and started walking North again.

(OOC: I might have too go soon, for at least an hour or two.)

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Sel

"Your religion gave you shelter, so now you hide behind it as a shield." Sel muttered so that Ced wouldn't hear.



Akar

"Believe it or not, I am in Vvardenfell searching for you." Akar answered. "Your last name, Vantinius, only lead me to your parents. So, I tracked down the name Serene, and ended up here. I didn't expect you to be some kind of famous hero."

He deftly dodged the question about his life; he didn't want to make his mother feel bad for giving him away.



Amili, Her Quarters, Telvanni Hall, New Vivec

She heard (or did she sense?) something close by. SHe sat up straight on the edge of her bed.

"Who is there?" she asked cautiously, thinking it one of Melkaan's antics...

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Wred
Vivec

Wred remembered his last conversation with a servant of Isaarin's. The business of information and assassination were giving Vivec quite an ugly face next to the glistering one Megil Tel-Zeke liked to impose. It was a rumor, just a small rumor, that Legionnaires were gathering in Vivec. Wred did not believe it, nor did he care. He promised the citizens of hla Oad he would stop war from coming to their village, and yet his newest orders seemed to do nothing except progress Vvardenfel to warfare.

House Hlaalu was no more facing a threat than creating one. They were breeding their own enemies through treachery and oppression. Isaarin, he was promoting it. Hlaalu was bad enough before he decided to harass Ashlanders, murder Legionnaires and buy assassins left and right. It was him, he was the cause of it. Isaarin was crazy.

Still, he had always been like that. It was just that now he had the means to accomplish his goals. He would be a key instigator on any coming violence, and the facts were right in front of him, if he cared to see. If he bothered, he would see that Redoran, Telvanni and the Legionnaires do have the ability to fight back.

But it was too late for Wred. He made his decision, there was no turning back. He had no one else in all of Tamriel. Well, that wasn't perfectly true. Still, his duty now was to do exactly what he had done before he became a guard at Balmora, hunt down and kill Legionnaires, possibly ones he served with like Kiln.

Thank Stendarr Kiln survived, Wred couldn't help but think. He was already in Perdition, he crossed the line be betrayel many times, but at least... not recently. At least the murder of a comrade was nothing more than distant memory and a bad dream.

So that's them, he thought as he saw eight men walking innocently down the street. He knew what they were. They were regulars, legionnairs, drawn to Vivec, gathered here. If they United, they would post a powerful threat. Wred knew what his mission was. He had to discourage legionnaires from coming to the city. Imagine it, men dressed as regular men, with their true allegiances exposed, and them executed for it by a single man. No legionnaire would dare leave the safety of their camp.

Of course, Wred had accomplished worse. With three knives concealed, one under each arm and one in the ankle, and his broadsword across his back, Wred was more than ready. He looked like a mercenary, with a steel chestplate and grieves, and leather everywhere else, including covering his face.

"Good evening gentlemen," he said, looking at them. One by one they turned back suspiciously. "I'm searching for where the uh... well you know, where we sign-up," he acted relaxed, and breathed deeply, yet he could not be more nervous.

"South a ways, in the Inn. Look for Falx," one of them said.

"Hey thanks," Wred grinned, and offered his hand for a handshake. The Legionnaire gripped it and shook it. At that moment Wred pulled him close and released the dagger from his other hanbd. He swung it around the guys back and stabbed him right in the side of the neck, then let the body drop. The others acted accordingly. surrounding Wred, pulling out their weapons.

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"Hah, you got me," Endris said putting his hands in the air and despelling the invisibility spell, "I got bored so I decided to follow you. Nice place, by the way," he said flipping through some books on her bookshelf.

Even at his age he still had some crazy teenage Dunmer left in him. Once you got to know Endris, he wouldn't seem like the type to be GrandMaster of the Morag Tong...

OOC: I gave amili a bookshelf, hope you dont mind dantrag

(OOC: The was only part one, I realzied my post was too long and seperated it into two)

Wred
Vivec


Wred pulled out his boardsword and sized them up. Four of them charged from different directions, the other three stayed back. Wred pushed forward, his blade out to block one's swing, he shoved him out of the way, avoiding the clash in the center. He turned his body and swung his sword again, slicing the shoulder of his foe, then turned to run.

He ran four feet, and fought the first one to reach him. He simply parried the sword with one hand and used the free hand the punch the soldier in the face, then brought his sword around and with both hands stabbed. The soldier feel back from the blow to his chest and squeeled quite loudly. People would come any minute, he had to act fast. He charged with the sword acting defensively to block the stabs and slashes as he pushed forward, shoving two legionnaires to the ground, he turned to meet the other, and slammed his sword against the man's head, then turned to finish off one on the ground.

He felt a great sense of relief wash over him. Four foes were on the ground, one shoved, one stunned, one mortally wounded, and the other with an arm hanging on by the ligaments. Two were dead. He faced two more upright foes, and they were upon him at once. Two slashes came at different directions. He had to rotate his body around his broad sword so it would catch both, then had no choice but the drop the broadsword. The legionnaire closest to him couldn't quite react to the strange move, and never saw the dagger flip out from Wred's sleeve and hit him in the neck.

The final legionnaire nearly had him in the back, but Wred side-stepped. The man kept on him aggressively, and the one he shoved to the ground was on his feet. Wred waited for a powerful swing to fly past him, then moved in and grabbed the man's hand, twisting it so he dropped the sword, then pushing him to the ground, giving Wred time to grab his broadsword just in time to meet a legionnaire. He gave two hard slahes then cut his blade into the man's leg. He squeeled and rolled back, but not before Wred got a good stab into his pelvis. With his follow through, Wred spun his blade around and swung it hard enough to finish off the final unwounded man on the ground.

Only the one hit by the flat side of the blade and the one with the sliced shoulder survived. Wred Halius managed to escape before too many people congregated, but a few witnesses watched him flee. He cleaned his blade off with his leather sleeves, ditched his armor in the sewers and donned his regular Hlaalu armor which he stashed earlier, then walked into the House Hlaalu council room as though nothing had happened. His sin for the night? Six kills.

OOC: what kind of mage doesn't have a bookshelf?

Amili

She snacthed the book he was holding and carefully put it back on the shelf. "Don't touch anything."

"I assume more than just boredom brought you here. What do you want?"

En'Fel
Urshilaku

There was a lot of talk, and a lot of reunion, after En'Fel finished his speech. He was on air. He completed his task, and had nothing more to do...

except...

Melkaan Uvirith, that name was still plastered to his mind.

Nibani stared at thim, looking concerned. She noticed an exchange of looks and walked over to him, "Hello En'Fel, you have a talent for public speaking."

"Thank you," he bowed to her, his braids sweeping across the ground.

"Kaushad will be here within an hour to walk the Ashkhans to Zergonipal," she went on, "He is very close, I feel his presence."

"Oh, very good then," En'Fel offered half-heartedly.

"You will not need to go there," she added.

En'Fel gave her a strange look.

"Come," she smiled, and led him to her yurt. "Here, sit in the center." En'Fel obeyed, and she began performing a ritual on him. He saw a flash before his eyes, and tried to lurch away, only to find himself off balance in the streets of a city. He looked puzzled, then realized it was teleportation... but where?

New Vivec

Then, in front of him, in Tamrielic, he saw it engraved, "Talvanni Council Hall."

"Melkaan Uvirith," he breathed the sinful name, and began his walk. He carried no weapon, his bonesword was still at urshilaku, but he was sure it would not be needed. His hands ignited in icy fury, and he walked toward the entrance.

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OOC: how dare you all impede in my perfect city. all shall suffer.
Megil, New Vivec

Idiots

Megil thought to himself. 4 legionaires dead, ten ordinators witnessed the scene but did not interfere. Megil had had enough reports for today, things were escalating fast in Vivec. Irrate and angry megil flung the papers from his desk, marched out of his office and hall of justice slamming each and everydoor he walked through. all who knew him avoided him. the eyes not glowing but blazing blue flames, that leapt out of the corners of his eyes.

The city of New Vivec suddenly under rumbling storm clouds, that waves becoming crested and choppy.

Megil dismissed all the bodyguards watching him, and walked of into the city alone.