Endris continued walking through Vivec when he caught sight of someone staring at him. The person was wearing a peculiar helmet in the shape of a wolf's head(that is you, right?). Endris grew weary of this man and stared straight back at him. He obviously recognized Endris as the GrandMaster of the Morag Tong, or atleast as someone of importance; and it's this that worried Endris.

OOC what race is lykaon? and hes the one with the wolf helmet and black ebony armor right?



Oh yes and, 1,000th post!!! bring on the cake

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En'Fel
New Vivec

En'Fel's preparation was complete. Over the last couple days he had been doing odd jobs for money and spending that mony on clothing, food and a place to stay.

Now he was centering himself. It would be a long, hard trial ahead. He was confident he could accomplish it. If history had taught him anything it's that you can kill anyone (). He couldn't help but be nervous though. He hadn't done a ritualistic centering in months now anyway, and found it the perfect time.

To ease himself into meditation, he focused on unbraiding and rebraiding his hair, They were loose before, but now they were tight and slick, and fell to about mid chest. A good wind would make them dance sporadically, and his silhouette in the wind looked terribly ominous. His braids were a symbol of who he was. They made him unique. He thrived on uniqueness, it made him unforgetable. It made him recognizable. That and his uncanny ability to kill someone made him infamous.

Once he was in meditation, he opened his brain up for input. Though his people worshipped their ancestors, En'Fel worshipped himself a bit more, fantasizing two hundred years from now his people would be drawing strength from him. During his meditation, for a fleeting instance his strong egotism would leave him, and he would be a pupil.

En'Fel is an unnatural name for you, but you are an unnatural mer. Kaushad's brother, your father, died shortly after you were born and left both you and your brother alone. You didn't know what happened. You were only given a brief explanation from your jealous Uncle. Kaushad, jealous that he, such a great warrior, was given a wimpy young child. His brother, a tall and intelligent Dunmer was not even made Kulakhan and yet Kaushad was jealous that he had two great warriors for sons. Kaushad could be as strong-willed and powerful as he wanted, but it did not change who his son was. Though he had another son oblivious to his father's identidy.

You and Kaushad are so similar. He wanted to immortalize himself with a strong family line. You want to immortalize yourself with legendary deeds. In recognition that his child was not as he hoped, he bestowed suffering upon you and your brother, he was bitter toward you, jealous of you. En'Fel, to accomplish your goals, to allow your deed to be accomplished at the magnitude you dream of, to immortalize yourself in history, how far will you go?

Kaushad never told you what happened after your father died, because he was ashamed. Your brother did not want to think of it. When you are ready, you will know.

For the moment, before you leave you have a tie up a few loose ends...

En'Fel stood up, put on some common black pants and shirt, stuck his katana in his belt, put on his amulet and left. He headed for the New Vivec Gate, where he had a feeling his loose ends would be.

OOC: With all his armor, cloak, and helmet there is no indicator of Lykaon's race other than he had digitgrade legs (like a Khajiit or Argonian ) but no tail is visible.

IC:
Lykaon, New Vivec

Lykaon's stare wasn't like that of any other person, or even that of a Ordinator. At least Ordinator's helmets had no glass lenses and you could clearly see the firey-red eyes of a Dunmer ordinator shadowed within the helm. The lenses of the Wolf-head helm however were unreadable and impossible to see into, but fine to see out of. The golden Wolf-head of the helm didn't help ease the emotionlessness with its clearly defined and unmoving features. It was unnerving, like being watched by a centurion or other Dwemer creation. Endris couldn't see the grin Lykaon made as he picked up Endris' worry.

He's perceptive enough, he seems to realize I've recognized him. Very good. Not many can read that when someone's wrapped in armor like me...

Akar, New Vivec

Akar saw his mother and En'fel at the same time. He stood, undecided at first as to who he should go to first. When he htought it out, he decided that he would go to En'fel; Serene would always be easy to spot. She was famous after all.

"How did you get here?" Akar asked as he walked up behind the ashlander.

Sel, New Vivec

"I may take you up on that offer, Megil, but not yet; it hasn't been a week." he explained. Or had it? The days seemed to run together recently, what with following that Ced character around half the world...

He could smell adventure nearby though, and that was enough to make up his mind for him. He missed Celia and Triel, but he couldn't resist the temptation of another adventure. You couldn't really miss adventure anyway when you hung out with people like Serene and Megil, so he wouldn't be much longer...

"Did you happen to build another Arena when you made this city?" Sel asked Megil, a tempting idea making its way into his head.

Endris could not tear his eyes away from the helm that stared at him. Thoughts buzzed through is head. Who is he? An assassin? Was he sent to kill me? Look at that helm. Relax, Endris you're overreacting. He's a fighter alright, I can tell be the way he stands. Just keep walking, Endris. Wait for him to make a move. You shouldn't be out in the daylight like this. I need a sword... Endris continued to stare at the figure, but he showed no fear in his eyes. He looked at the helm as coldly as it glared back at him. Endris waited for him to make a move....

Lykaon, New Vivec

"Serjo Endris," Lykaon said, stepping closer. Like the stare, there was a unnerving factor to Lykaon talking became the helmet, ude to its appearance, didn't seem so much a helmet as a unmoving face. Lykaon's deep voice had both a metallic undertone from speaking through the mask and deep rumbling, like a growl. "I hear talk of tension forming between you and Serjo Megil, why is that?" he asked. It wasn't demanding, the tone was almost conversational.

Endris almost jumped back when the beast stepped towards him, but he held his ground. "Who does it concern? And how did you come about this knowledge? And lastly, why should I tell you?" Endris replied bravely. The suit of armor that stood before him was most certainly intimidating, but Endris did not waver. He was not about to just tell someone that he was plotting to kill Megil, especially in broad daylight.

Ah, what a good prescence and a suit of armor can do. I've managed to put a bit of fear into the Morag Tong's grandmaster.... Lykaon thought to himself with satisfaction. "I learned of it after the meeting the houses had, It seems Lord Megil doesn't particulary favor you," Lykaon said. "It concerns very little, other than my curiosity. Why should you tell me? Because, for the right price, I can assist you."

Megil-en route to HOJ

"Yes we have a small arena built, though of course it is only a temporary one (OOC: Megil has grand plans). See the flag over there, that is the arena." he said pointing to a flag in the distance.

"But be careful the Tong have been unpredicatable lately."

he looked at his surroundings,

"Oh here we are," he said as he went up the steps leading to the vaulted entrway to the hall. he led Serene through the building to a room in the back, an elederly woman with eye glasses stood behind a table that had carvings of incantations and transmutation circles. a mortar and pestle was on the table with a powdered blue substance, al sorts of bottles line the walls. she looked up as the door opened. Behind the desk in the center of the round room was a stone table, likewise carved with incantation and having soulgsems lying around in special locations of the room following some master magical working, glowing silver threads formed circular and angular patterns on the table top.

"Ah Lord Megil, are there more ordinators to recieve the mark today?"

Megil loked at Serene,

"Do know that what is about to be done is permanent. You are to have a special ink ingrained in your body , the sigil of New Vivec it's shape. all you need to know is that the ink is a highly complicated alchemical formula, this room being designed just for its production and infusion. You may choose where you want the sigil and also the size."

Megil then removed his shirt and showed Serene his back, to show her the currently glowing saphire tatoo at the base of his neck.


Sylphs-undercity

The sylphs smiled, the man had drank the powerful sleeping draught, he would soon be theirs to enjoy.

they called him over to a bed of pilows that was near the sylph playing the lute.

"Come," they called him, tugging at himt o come and sit down with them. one slipping her hand under his chest and caressing his torso.

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Wred Halius
Undercity

(prepare for the best post ever)

Wred finished a sip, and allowed a hand offered to him to bring him back to his feet and lead him around. Suddenly he felt a calm wash over him, and his eyes drooped. Everything seemed calmer, like there was nothing to worry about. He followed the giggling girl to the bed, and smiled. He would be getting with a woman for the first time in three years. What a wonderful life, what a wonderful happening down in the eerie Canal. What a peaceful ending to his voyage through Megil's Madness.

Wred blinked and struggled to break loose from this calming world he found himself locked in. Megil's Madness, he was in it. It felt like a lucid dream, and yet no matter how much he struggled he couldn't stop himself from being led to the bed with a stupid grin.

Break free! Wred demanded to himself. Break free!

He let out a loud, defiant cough, and let go of her hand, falling to the ground, barely able to use his hands to catch himself. He felt himself about to vomit.

Yes! Please! Please vomit!

"I am a warrior," he whispered, his sleeping vocal chords barely making a sound. "I am a fighter," he told himself. and the potion sat, unsettled in his stomache. It was already working, he'd be out in seconds. "This is a war," he muttered, his vocal chords even lower. "This is a battle between Megil and myself. If I can defeat his creation, I can..."

He stumbled upon it. What could he do? What would he be able to do?

Please Stendarr, please don't let me fall asleep, he prayed. Please do not leave me in their custody.

At this point he was completely paralyzed, and existed as little more than a mind grasping onto awakeness, fighting against the onsetting dreamworld. It would not last much longer. Please Stendarr, please. I will do anything, I will do anything!

There was nothing for him. He felt himself being lifted up and walked the rest of the way to the bed. He still heard the giggling, but there was not a slightly malevolent undertone that wasn't there before

I will conquer anything, I will help the sick, I will walk a million miles, just don't leave me vulnerable. I will do anything!

You will not find help from the Aedra you worshipped out of guilt, came a mysterious voice.

Stendarr? Wred asked the void.

Guess again, the voice cackled within his head. Do you pledge a debt to me if I intervene for you?

Wred could not do it anymore. He was laid on the comfortable bed, and his stupid grin returned. He only managed to think one thing before he went. Yes.

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Arneth
Vvardenfell
Near Red Mountains Region, Ald'Ruhn

In the blink of an eye Megil had teleported Arneth and the others back to Ald'Ruhn. Arneth looked around for a wall he could punch his fist right into. Arneth turned fast away and looked over at the direction of Khuul while he was talking to himself.
He needed to get back to New Vivec, but it looked like Megil wasn't the one he should look for now if he needed help...

He grabbed his backpack and took a fast walk out of Ald'Ruhn against Khuul. He knew it was time to gather his men and get to New Vivec.

Entering the hidden cave not far from Khuul he met up with the others who was left. Strapping his Ebony Armor on while taking a fast brief with the others. He knew Isaarin had both diplomatic power, and he had the Tong working for him for all he knew. One of the mages from Mage's Guild that had joined Arneth got them teleported to one of their small hiding places on the Islands right of New Vivec. Arneth walked up to the shore of the Island where he could see all the way to New Vivec. He took his scrolls and placed them in the pouches on his belt, he took on his Battle Gauntlets, his Spell Shield amulet, Ring of the Warrior and took the helmet in his sack hanging by his side...

"Stay here, I'll see what I can manage doing alone and I will call on you if I need help" Arneth said to the others before he started taking the long way from the Island and against New Vivec.
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Battle Gauntlets; Something Arneth made with his craftman skills, enchanted Ebony gauntlets that gives him extra strength and accuracy to his strikes with his sword...

Spell Shield; A amulet a dear friend of Arneth made to him. It has a very powerful spell resistance and is made out of Ebony with a shield on made out of crystals.

Ring of the Warrior; A ring he has given after winning the Warrior Trials. Just a very simple but big gold ring with a sword on. Pretty known item for most people, at least in Vivec. Have a powerful enchantment that still is unkown to Arneth...


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"A mercenary? How do I know you're not working for Megil? As of now there are only two people I trust in this operation, do you think you can be the third? Doubtful. I don't let complete strangers in on the Morag Tong's affairs. Can you even fight?" Endris asked. He was quite suspicious of this man for he had just walked up to him and asked him for info on the Morag Tong's assassinations.

Cal - Ald Ruhn

"Oh great. What now? .. Oh wait, I remember Kiln saying something about a Legion camp nearby. I think I'll go look for it.", Cal said and looked at the sky. "Cloudy as ever. Well, I better go get some equipment, and that sort of stuff." Cal walked away into the sandy town, looking to buy some minor potions and food, before heading into the wilderness.

En'Fel
New Vivec

En'Fel paused at hearing the voice behind him.

"What a useless question," he said. "How is not important, it's why, and frankly it's too crowded to go into that."

Anthanes - Ald'ruhn

"I'll meet you in Ald'ruhn" , Anthanes said to the two departing legionaries. His attention was then caught by smoke rising from somewhere in town.

"Azura in a guarskin thong!" , Anthanes cursed when he realized it was Morvayn Manor on fire. Gulping one of the magicka-restoring potions he always carried around - but had forgotten about in his rage - the half-dunmer ran off towards the manor.

Akar, New Vivec

Akar held back a snicker; he had forgotten how utterly serious and often cold Ne'fel could be.

"Fine," he replied. "Might we go somewhere where we can dicuss this? There is something important going on; Serene has been having visions of some sort of flaming lady."

He stopped for a second, as mentioning Serene made him remember the new power he had. He almos got lost in the swirling chaos of the thoughts around him. but it was possible to ignore them, he now knoew; he had even forgotten that he had the ability! He soon quieted the voices in his head, and looked back at En'fel. How long had he been standing there?

Sel, New Vivec

Sel followed Serene, Athyn and Megil after marking the locataion of the Arena. When they stopped, he looked around at all of the alchemical tools lying around, and at the old woman busy working at them.

"Paraniod are we?" Sel asked with a smirk on his face.

Serene New Vivec, in the company of Megil and Athyn Sarethi

Serene looked at the complicated yet beautiful tattoo on Megil´s back......it was glowing with an eerie light. She pondered over this, as did Athyn, then she turned to Megil saying:

"So being marked with this strange tattoo will give me my magicka back,,.....what else will it do for me?"

Then the woman in her came forward and she smiled happily and asked where Megil would like her to be tattoed

" On the lower part of my back, ...or on my left breast.....oh I don´t know really" Serene giggled......


"What is this really about.....Megil really is deeper that I thought"

Dalrus, New vivec
Dalrus was no stranger to the morag tong and their leader, for she had done more then enough "business" with them. "ahh there you are Lykaon, why are you talking with him?"

Cedris, Ald'ruhn

Cedris wathced gleefully as the building started to collapse, aiding the fire with an assortment of spells.

It was burning much faster than it would if the fire had been natural.

He chuckled, was there anyone inside? Hopefully.

Amroth, New Vivec

"Excuse me sir, but are there any papers I need to fill out?" Amroth said impatiently waiting for a response.

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Lykaon, New Vivec

"Of course I can," Lykaon said simply to Endris, in response to his questioning of Lykaon's ability to fight. "And you just told yourself why you can know I'm not working for Megil. Mercenaries bow before no king, lord, or master. Can I be the third? Hehe, Can you pull off such a daring act with but two people?"



"Because your theif seems to have fallen into the waters of new Vivec. He could be dead, in which case his body is either on the ocean floor somewhere, or on the coastline, and if he lives he fled further into Vvardenfell, tracking him would prove to be impossible, unless he returns to New Vivec."



Anara, Ald'Ruhn

Anara restrained a ggigle at 'Azura in a guar-skin thong', it was a rather amsuing mental image afterall, and followed after Anthanes. She mentally cursed. Fires in ashalands were hard to put out unless you had magicka and knew frost spells, or could throw a lot of ash on the fire to suffocate it. Luckily, there was plenty of both.