The Silhouette, a shrine right off the coast of vivec, but hidden by fog



The silhouette brought himself up on shore, his daedric long sword was resheathed, and a group of three hundred orcs were lined up on shore.

Orc captain: "Sir, we have gathered all our strength, we just need one hundred more men and we'rell have four-hundred, it should be enough to at least take the port of vivec"

Silhouette: "Very good" he said with a hiss "i will be going to vivec to take care of this megil person."

Orc captain: "As you say sir, soon our master will have the land of vvardenfell"

Silhouetter: "Soon? no that is a lie, we will think of it city at a time, vivec will be our master's"

(im going to make the leader of this war group)

This post has been edited by Florodine of Hlaalu: Oct 6 2005, 09:50 PM

En'Fel
Out at Sea

En'fels chunk of ice was luckily not seen, so it continued floating along, and was washed away. When it finally melted, the wood was so rotted En'Fel managed to rip through easily, and swim to shore. He had no idea where he was, but luckily the current went right along to Eastern Vvardenfel from New Vivec, so he had to be somewhere close. It was a horrible distraction. He hoped Amili wouldn't start looking for him until he appeared. Then he could find her.

He wandered around the rugged terrain until finally happened upon an old shack at the edge of the island. He thought about and realized he had no other choice, so he opened it. It was abandoned.

In side he noticed a spyglass sitting at the window. Curiously, he looked inside, and saw the Sea in the distance. He aimed it around until finally spotting a ship, the ship he was supposed to onboard. He tipped his spy-glass further away, and noticed he was actually quite close to a Telvanni town. He grinned, he'd be able to find a way there.

Judd Vhahl
Balmora Outskirts

Judd set up his ritual perfectly, with each of his captured victims forming a trangle, draw in his blood. He then cut each of them with his ceremonial knife, and drew their blood-lines to the center. When he was finished, he stood at the center, and closed his eyes.

Swish the knife flew through the air and stabbed on in the neck. He walked along the blood-line, making sure his bare feet always touched the blood with each step, retrieved his knife and reutrned the the center. He performed this twice again on the other two victims. When he returned the the center on his last victim, he stuck his wrist out and kneeled on the floor, cutting it with the bloodied knife, he mixed their blood with his. He began to chant and he continued to draw scars over himself. The scars quickly disappeared after he fiunished them, and with it his aching knees lightened and became stronger, his muscles regained their strangth, his graying hair faded to black, and he transformed.

"Now then," he said, standing up, "Time to have some fun."

Wred Halius

Wred awoke and began to cough. He felt unnaturally awakened, like someone grabbed him and shook him up.

It's time his mind said, Cover your face in the potion

What sort of potion is it? Wred asked. He was worried Isaarin poured a little maliciousness into the potion before he brewed it.

It's supposed to permanently change your appearance, but a little water seeped in so it will only be temporary, do it now

Wred rose his face and dumped the small vial all over himself until he was incredibly wet. He felt his face muscles quaking, but couldn't tell whether it was working.

A familar man then barged into his cell. He looked up. Wred realized it was Megil TelZeke, but with his armor gone, and seeing as how he never wore Hlaalu anything when he went killing he would not be recognized.

He heard the guy knew his name, but Red, or Wred, or some similar spelling was a common name. He would never be able to draw the connection to Isaarin Sithiln's assistant.

"For my freedom?" he asked, and realized even his voice was different. Remain silent he heard a voice tell him, and Wred shut up.

Raxle O'Conner

Raxle approached the gates of New Vivec, he noticed several guards.. well standing guard.

Val-Jeer - Telvanni Compound, New Vivec

Val stepped forward, allowing the dozen or so guards to completely surround him. A pale, whispy blue light encompassed his right arm, granting him a strength boost.

He drew his sword, then spun the blade around. He had no desire to kill these people, but they would be in for a world of hurt if they advanced on him.

And indeed they did.

The first swung his weapon at Val's head in a wide arc, hoping to knock him out. It all seemed so... slow. As if the world were in slow motion, except for Val himself. He easily avioded it in a spin, then finished by bringing the blunt side of his sword into the guard's helmet, sending him to skidding to the ground.

It all happened in barely over a second. The other guards had time to stop themselves in shock at what they had just witnessed. Val gave them all a bored stare.

"Well... shall we dance?"

Ordinator Front gate

The ordinator looked incredulously at Sasal,

"You mean you do not know?" She said in shock. "The mage Arcyakt destroyed the city of Vivec 5 years ago. After he was defeated, Lord Megil returned to the ruins and planned for the rebuilding of the city that now lies before us. Arcyakt's action started a evolution and about 4 years ago the Empire withdreww as many troops from teh island. stragglers still remain trying to scrape a living in the wilderneses or under cover, until recently Lord Megil has granted protection to teh refugess and they can have a new chance at life in the city."

Megil

"Well, speak up. Or perhaps you don't treasure your life as much as you should. Maybe a lesson or wo can make you realize how valuable it really is."

Megil stepped closer to Wred and then sent a powerful Mental spine into his brain.

I'll rip your secrets out of you,

The Silhouette

"I will leave now and take care of megil, our master will arrive with another twenty men and his horde of skeletal warriors once i leave" the silhouette said

Orc captain: "very well sir, i await with excitment his arrival"

Silhouette: "good now i must go" after saying this he dissipated in to smoke...


Miran, On a ship near the island

"there they are, my children, the people of my house" the old necromancer said

orc: "yes we are all your followers. And soon enough the entire island will be.

Miran: "Yes and New Vivec will be destroyed, along with its leader..."

Val-Jeer - Near the center of New Vivec

I can't believe they can keep up with me.

Val had knocked down three of them, then charged through the rest. He was going for the gates, but he still had quite a large run ahead of him.

A guard lunged at him from around a corner, hoping to cut him off and slow the Argonian in any way he could. The lights swarming about Val flickered, and he jumped, effortlessly landing on the guard's bonemold clad shoulders. With a great leap and a midair flip, he landed gracefully on the balcony of a nearby building... likely a tavern or a guild hall of sorts.

Some of the guards entered the building, while the others (now more than simply a dozen) waited below Val.

He had time... he could escape now if only he could remember how to summon the larger lights. All he could remember was playing the lute, then being engulfed in a gentle blue haze.

He sighed and shook his head.

"This isn't what I wanted."

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The Silhouette

He suddenly appeared in the center of vivec, his cloak hid his face as usual, but he feared the rush of magic had caused to ordinators in to notice him.

Ordinators: "You nwaa" they yelled with their ebony shortswords held high

quickley the silhouette jumped up in the air with his deadric katana raised. The ordinators didn't stand a chance

"i've never seen someone move so fast with a plade" the silhouette flailed his heavy weapon around with ease within seconds his sword decapitated one guard and stabbed another in teh neck. He quickly ducked inside a tavern...

Val-Jeer - New Vivec

What was that?

It looked like a black cloud had simply materialized below him and decapitated a guard before running into the building. The guards now had something other than Val to worry about as they ran inside after it. All he had to do was jump and be on his way.

But he didn't. That... thing had taken two lives, just as Val had taken one earlier.

Once again he began to question his actions... no doubt every witness as well as the guards had the same hate for Val he now had for the guards' killer.

He had a lot to think about, but it had to wait. He calmly turned about and entered the tavern, ignoring the startled cries of the couple in the room.

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The Silhouette

The couple had fear in their eyes, and the sillhouette couldnt let anyone see him, his hands glowed and the last thing they saw was a brilliant flash of fire. He saw another man in there, who was a rough cyroldillian, he had just been let out of jail, but the Sillhouette new he could get him to join his sides. Then looking behind him, he saw an argonian enter the tavern

"What brings you here!?" he hissed loudly

Val-Jeer Tavern, New Vivec

Val's face remained emotionless as he watched the couple burn. His eyes showed nothing, but the flaring lights about became restless, occasionally flashing his normally brownish-red face a strange blue.

This thing... he reeks of evil.

It was true, he could smell it beyond the pleasant tree smell given off by the lights. It was the smell of the two burning bodies belching black smoke into the hazy tavern.

Val ignored his demanding question and continued at a slow pace. His eyes met the burly human between them.

"If you value your life you will leave... now."

He raised an arm, and directed it at the shadowy being. Blue smoke curled about his wrist from under his wide white sleeves. The smoke turned a bright orange, and he prepared to release the gathered energy at the fiend.

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The Silhouette


"You make me sick, i am a Silhouette, your magics dont match mine, only high telvanni wizards do, now stop this foolishness and either face your fate, or get out of my sight"

the cyrodillian also took out his sword

"you better listen to him argonian"

Serene Vivec Arena

Serene was rapidly getting weaker....the blood-loss was extensive and she , being half awake actually could feel her life fade ....but there was a sound.....

.....healer..., now was a healer present? Serene tried to see but her vision was blurred


Is this the end? Should I never see Jonacin again? Leni?...nooooooooooooooooo


Athyn Sarethi, Raavin´s residence

"Archmaster....there is unrest in Vivec, Lord Megil´s life is in danger.....The ashlanders are gathering forces against the Telvanni, I come to get your approval of House Redoran´s support to the ashlanders...they need ua badly ..and it will be profitable for us to support them....
Also we need to support Lord Megil..he is a good ruler and a wise man. We need to show the real status of our great house...We must stand up to the treacherous Hlaalu and the cruel Telvanni.."

Athyn had to sit down for a while..he did not feel well.....he had some heart problems that never seemed to be any better....

Val-Jeer - Tavern

"Are you threatening me?"

He voved his hand off to the side, and with a brilliant flash sent the gathered engery into the bar. The violent explosion ripped it apart and ignited any liqure bottle that might have been there.

A cloud of smoke and flames gushed from the wreckage, knocking over anything in its path... save, of course, for the three souls in the room.

The cloud created a perfect screen, through which Val came slicing through towards the "silhouette"

The Silhouette

He quickly blocked, and in the same movement sliced down (we have to continue this tonight, i g2g)

Val-Jeer Tavern

Val recovered and caught the counterattack with a horizontal slice. With his left palm on the back of the blade for support he held the daedric katana at bay. If the silver sword wasn't of an ethereal nature, it surely would have shattered.

In the floor below he could hear the guards vacating the burning building and gathering outside.

Time had once again slowed for Val, as it had when he battled the guards, but something was wrong.

The Silhouette was moving just as fast as he was. Perhaps... faster.

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Megil

Megil flinched, the city needed his help.

"We will finish this later Wred," He said as he slammed the door to the cell. In less than a second Megil stood outside the tavern.

"Dam the gods," he said observing the fire, Fires were very rare in vivec partiall becuase the architecture was made of stone and metal. This fire was obviously magical.
Megil placedboth arms inside of him and began to draw signs in the air,

Soon spheres of water were being hurled at the building by megil, in an attempt to quench the flames. Megils face was contorted in concentration.

Endris -- New Vivec

Endris walked on for quite some time after his little murder. He went around Vivec in circles trying to lose anyone that might be following him until he spotted a fire. And with his luck at the base of that fire was none other than Megil.

Endris stood off to the side watching Megil trying to put out the blazing flames. He thought about drawing his sword right now and stabbing Megil through the back; however he did no such thing. He simply watched and wondered if Megil would see him...

Raavin, New Vivec, Redoran HQ
Raavin nodded, his face was a calm and thoughtful, but inwardly he was grinning wickedly. This was the prefect opurtunity to start his conquest. A perfect reason to attack the Telvanni, and the Hlaalu might have designs against Megil, he could use that to attack them too. Later, though. But this was still excellent knews.

"You have my approval Councilor Sarethi. Give those Telvanni S'wits hell," he said after a few moments. "And show Lord Megil our support."

Wred Halius
New Vivec Undercity Prison

Wred, as instructed, did not speak. He knew what Isaarin told him, that if Megil tried any mind tricks he would simply inform him that mind-tricks don't measure well with the law, that there was no evidence and no witnesses tying Wred to the attack. Still, he said nothing.

Good, you follow directions well, now try the door, said the voice.

It's locked, Wred offered, he doubted the voice had failed to consider this, he was simply trying to explore the depth of its power.

Wouldn't that be a rain upon this parade. No seriously, open it, said the voice. Wred stood up and opened the strangely unlocked door. He noticed the hallway was damped stone. To the left, the voice continued, so he turned and began walking the corridor.

Every so often he'd hear a weird sound, like a stone door being opened up, and the tracks of geers shifting along. He wanted to seek solice in the voice that guided him, but all he got from it was directions, telling him which way to go. It haunted him, the darkness, the ominous machinic movements, the damping drips, the idea that he was breaking out of Megil Telzeke's secret prison... that probably most of all.