He's got a point.... "True, but this is not the place to discuss this. If you would like we could go back to the Morag Tong, but if you'll excuse me I have a sword to pick up. You may wish to follow me, I'll be going back to the guild shortly."

With that Endris returned to the weaponsmith he had recently visited. The owner handed him a sword in its sheath wrapped in cloth. Endris did not unwrap the sword there, instead he put it under his arm and began walking towards the Morag Tong...

Lykaon. New Vivec

Lykaon silently followed Endris. Well, silent except for the soft rythmic clanking of his armor, and the sounds of his cloak rustling in the wind. To the lair of the Morag Tong. To the lair of the worshipers of the Webspinner Mephala... Lykaon thought to himself. Who's sphere, though obscured, concerns murder...

Endris lead Lykaon into his office. The guildmates gave the strange man awkward stares and glances but he was obviously unphased by them. Endris shut the door behind them, sat down at his desk and gestured to the chair on the other end of it. "Please, sit..... So, do you ever take off your helmet?" he asked outloud while pulling out a piece of parchment and beginning to write on it.

"No," Lykaon said as he sat. "Not in public at least. There are very few that get to see me without it, and many of those are dead." He glanced at the parchment.

"I see... How long have you been in Vivec?" Endris asked, although this was simply small talk to throw off any listeners. He slid the piece of parchment across the table along with the ink pen.

The small talk is to fool any eve-droppers. We have had a problem with them recently. Judging by your armor you appear to be suited to heavy combat situations--a quality assassins tend to lack. I could definately use someone like yourself in the assassination. And of course you would be rewarded.

Endris was still careful not to mention Megil's name, even on the parchment.

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"A few days or so," Lykaon said, writing on the paper with the pen, and slid it back.

25 thousand in the three local currencies. I am geussing, since Assassins are suited to sneaking in and killing the target, my purpose will be to deal with the guards and other foes?

"You push a hard bargain. I will pay under one condition..." Endris drew his newly acquired sword swiftly and swung it horizontaly(sp) across the table at Lykaon. It whistled cleanly through the air like a new sword should. It was not yet the Blackhand sword he wanted for it was missing a few enchantments, but Endris figured this was the best time for a test run.


OOC: he's testing lykaon

Dalrus, New vivec

"you intolerable wretch" she said to lykaon after he left, "you will pay for this" with that she stormed off to her home, to practice her already powerful magic skills. Then she would find megil and tell him what had happened

Lykaon stopped the blade with his guantlet, and no matter how much force Endris poured into the blade, the hand would not move. The armor would damage slightly from a high power swing, but that was it.

Endris smiled, and that smile turned into a laugh. "Very good! Had an ordanary man blocked that he wouldn't have done it with his hand. On top of that you kept your cool even after the attack. Anyone else would probably demand an explanation," he said withdrawing his sword and examining it, "Scratchless. Tis a fine blade, is it not?" He said lying the sword on the desk.

It glimmered in the candle light still the ordinary steel sparkle of most swords, but soon that would change.

"25 it is then. Keep in mind, you follow my orders and only my orders, got it? Now as you guessed will be handling the more combat heavy parts. the operation, however, will not start for atleast a few days unless something comes up. You can stay here if you wish. I think I have a spare room.... Oh yes," he extended his hand, "Name's Endris, but you probably know that."

Lykaon took Endris' hand and shook it, rising from his seat. "I'll stay here, its safer than most anywhere else," he said simply.

"Very well," Endris tossed Lykaon a key, "This should unlock one of the guest rooms in the main quarters. It's just out the door to your right. I'm going to get the finishing touches put on this sword, then I have some business to attend to so I won't be back for a while. If you start a fight with any guild members, please try not to kill them," he finished.

Endris stepped out of the Guild with his sword wrapped in cloth and walked towards the Telvanni district.

Amili, New Vivec

Amili came to a halt outside of Melkaan's large manor. She motioned for the assassin to follow further behind and to stay hidden.

She stepped inside and led the bosmer through a series of long hallways leading up to Melkaan's lavish chambers.

Soon to be mine... she thought to herself with satisfaction.

He then waved her arm, motioning for the assassin to stay outside of the door for awhile, so it didn't seem so suspicious.

Lykaon took the key and headed to the room, he unlocked the door and slipped inside, locking the door behind him.

En'Fel
New Vivec

En'Fel thought about the flaming lady for a few seconds. He couldn't help a bit of a snicker.

"Alright then, she's obviously busy right now," En'Fel said, wanting to avoid Megil Telzeke, whom she was talking with. "We'll go to a nearby Inn and discuss everything... on paper. There are many agents, I've noticed. No secret is safe in this city after it is spoken. I only wish my... employer would realize that."

En'Fel led Akar to a nearby Inn, which was quite crowded, rented a room with a few Telvannics and led Akar to it, locking the door behind.

"Is there any parchment in here?" he asked, searching around.

Isaarin Sithiln
On the way to Stauros' manor

Isaarin was positively worried. He had not seen Wred for days. He already suffered an attack on his Council without Wred's help. Sure, Megil was there, but Megil was not his ally. Wred would understand what to do for the most political leverage.

Despite that, he needed an assassin. After the latest fumbling which caused men to appear at his door claiming he was a issuer of a certain writ, Isaarin refused to go through the Morag Tong. They had lost all credibility ever since Eno was killed.

He needed a private assassin. Wred would be no good, he kept disappearing and Isaarin was sure he had left a few droplets of evidence. No, Isaarin Sithiln needed someone quiet, someone quick and someone without an aching conscience getting in the way. So much to do, so many people to kill... Ravvin, Anthanes, Serene, Megil, Melkaan, Amili... there was a lot of work ahead.

Isaarin knocked politely on the door of Stauros' manor. Without an assistant he would have to seek someone else to motivate his political rise to power in Vvardenfel.

Young Bosmer (forgot his name so we will call him Fargor ) --new Vivec

Fargor followed Amili through the hallways until he was instructed to wait outside a door. He crouched down and prepared himself for the assassination that he thought was going to make him famous. After waiting for a little while he slowly and quietly approached the door and turned the door handle...

Endris -- New Vivec

He entered a gloomy Enchanter's Shop and set the sword on the counter. He told the Enchanter exactly what he wanted put on the sword, and the Enchanter did so. The whole process took about twenty minutes seeing as it was a fairly powerful enchant put on it. Endris placed several rubies on the counter and took his Katana and stepped out side.

He discarded the cloth that covered his sword and placed it under his belt. Then he reached into his robe and pulled out a scrolled parchment with instructions on it -- instructions for an assassination...
*Evil Music*

Stauros-> manor

Stauros woke up to the sound of a servant yelling for him.

Wow, must-of fallen asleep in the tub

Stauros Called back down "Tell him to wait, I'll be down in a moment" He thought for a moment, "And Offer them something suitable to drink!" Stauros hurred to dry himself and dress up into his cloths and then made his way down to the Waiting room.

When He got there He was suprised to see Isaarin sitting in his waiting room, "Oh Isaarin! It is an Honour! How may I help you?" He took a seat at the other side of the table and uncroked his flin.

Cerpin, New Vivec

Cerpin looked around the busy city that was New Vivec. He felt the magic being drained from him, and didn't mind one bit. His enchantments were still intact, and the lack of magic power he had now would only serve to make things more interesting.

From what he had heard, this city was supposedly the most strict place as far as breaking the law went; and almost every criminal was caught.

Cerpin had several ideas running through his head, all of which involved a series of murders in the city...

The one that he found he liked best involved killing two people; one of which would become his new body. He smiled as he thought about the confusion that would occur when the ordinators saw similiar patterns in the murders with the suspect for the last murder killed...

It was all so beautiful.

Dalrus, New Vivec

after practicing her magic dalrus decided it was time to find megil, she stormed out of her manor and worked her way to the main gate, where she found megil

OOC: florodine Megi is at the Hall of justice, and you can't jsut waltz in on him, you would ahve to wait till he came out.
Megil-Tatoo parlor, HOj, New Vivec

"paranoid... yes as always Sel." he turned hisattention backto serene.

"Well it will let you ahve access to more magicka than you could ever imagine, though that is an explicit benefit none other than you shall recieve, and it is a privilidge that should you choose to turn against me or this city, can easily be removed."

he told the old woman that it was entirely up to Serene where she wanted the tatoo to be placed. It was then that it happened, the vision struck megil like a blow to the stomach, h staggered some ut could not keep his balance he collapsed on the ground. The vision played out in front of him a very dark omen. ONe that not even Megil could ignore, it was more powerful than an omen, a full fledged prophecy was being revealed to Megil. he looked at it and knew that thing were soon going to happen that could not be undone. the imagery so vivid that it lacked description. It was nearly overwhelming and megil's spasming body should the stress the vision was having on him. It finally came to an end and megil fell into darkness.

Ordinator-front gate

"I am Sorry Dalrus but Lord Megil recently left for the Hall, you will find him there."

Sylphs-undercity

The sylphs were satisfied their prey had fallen for the trap, he was entirely out of it. After they had their enjoyment they dragged the sleeping man and laid him down in a cold stone room.

3 seers-undercity

The three seers watched the going ons with apathy, the watched as endris struck a bargain with lykaon. as the sylphs carried Wred away, as Sasal stood otuside the gates not making a move yet preparing to. They saw the mysterious and dangerous murderer that now roamed the city, and they watched as this once peaceful and powerful metropolis was about to come crashing down. The tention between realism and idealism reaching it's pinnacle. The facade could not alst for long, Vivec could not remain peaceful. And this made the three seers sad, watching their home fall into the darkness of the heart.

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