OOC: It has begun!

Lord Agnar

It had only been a few minutes since Jadier left his stronghold, and Agnar was furious to learn of his brother's death. Jadier would pay for this mistake.

"Prepare an escort for me; I wish to travel." he told a servant.

Upon securing an escort, he headed east towards the penal colony to aquire the assisstance of a certain dunmer. All the other Lords of Skyrim used the assassin, why not him?

He entered the colony and spoke with the guards to set up a meeting with Rahvin. The guards told him to wait while they fetched the mer.

Lord Jadier

Jadier left his meeting with Lord Agnar feeling somewhat scared. He had not known the murderer's identity, and if he had, he still would have executed him. He was fearful though, and hoped to be back in Falcreath very soon.

He headed back to the quarters provided by Agnar to speak with his son. As well as another secret person...

Brianna Sarethi, Jadier´s quarters, the hidden bedroom

Brianna tried to comb her hair but failed...again! It never let itself be neat and shiny, just remained the mass of dishevelled curls as usual..

She stomped her foot angrily, "What took him so long? " Jadier should have been back two hours ago, "Goddamnit, why is he always late"

She was hungry for company, the bed was set hours ago and the candler were almost burnt down.....

Brianna sighed and finally sat down on the bed staring at the closed door....

Flint Ironwood, in an inn close to lord Agnar's stronghold

,,Yep, things just never went right." The Breton thought as he downed yet another cup of Nordic ale. His vision was getting rather blurred but apart from that, this stuff wasn't as strong as they all said.

As for his reason to be depressed, his last job went rather wrong. Oh, it wasn't much to start with. Just some weird Nord who wanted Flint (together with some other thieves the guy picked of the streets) to steal Lord Agnar's pillow. Piece of cake, but those damn amateurs messed up. Flint didn't feel bad about leaving those losers behind, but now he wasn't going to get any money.

,,Next time, I'll ask to get paid in advance." He muttered and counted his last coins to see how many drinks he could buy before running out of money.

Gorrmund sat in his room, flipping through one of his many books on mastering swordmanship. "What a bore. I've read and re-read five chapters now, what is taking father so long?" he thought before putting the book into its rightful bookcase. He sat and pondered what to do before coming up with a new way to amuse himself. He went to his desk, grabbed his feather pen, an piece of paper and a full ink well and got to work on designing the wepon of his dreams. "I'll wait til' dad comes home, tell him I'm teleporting back home and get to work on this right away".

Lord Jadier, Bedroom

Jadier had been about to walk into the bedroom where Brianna waited, but he saw his son sitting down in the room. He didn't want his son to know of his infidelity when it came to his marriage.

"Sorry I'm late." was the weak apology he offered. "Agnar got angry over some situation."

Rahvin, Penal Colony

Rahvin was working in the quarry, mining for iron ore as was usual in the colony when he was approached by guards.

"You have a visitor." they informed him.

"That's great. Tell him to wait." Rahvin replied, shaking the snow out of his hair before going back to work.

"I'm afraid he's no common visitor." the guard snapped back. "You never have common visitors."

Rahvin sighed and held out his hands so that thely could chain him for the visit. Another brief respite from the colony was all he could hope for, and it was exactly the chance he would be forced to take.

He sat down in the appointed room and the guards wasted no time in chaining him to the chair.

Agnar sat across from him, twiddling his thumbs as if he were the only one in the room.

"What do you want?" Rahvin asked when the guards left.

"I require your services." Agnar replied.

"Spare me the diplomatic crap. You want me to kill someone. Who?" Rahvin snapped back.

"Lord Jadier of Falcreath. His guards, his son, and anyone else travelling with him."

"Or?" Rahvin asked; he always had to see what his options were.

"Or you can die here." Agnar said flatly. "I can ensure that you never leave this place again."

Rahvin sighed. "Fine. But there are a few things I want."

"Like?" Agnar asked.

"I want my things returned to me; the guards should have locked them up in a chest for when I leave this place, but they're as crooked as theives." Rahvin answered.

"And?" Agnar asked, sensing that there was more.

"I want to eat at your table. The food here tastes worse than Cyrodiilic sewage." Rahvin continued.

"Done." Agnar answered. "I'll contact you again when I have recuited your partners."

"Whoa." Rahvin said. He would have held his hand up, but it was chained to his other arm and again to a chair. "I can't work with anyone else."

"This is too important, Rahvin." Agnar replied. "I can't have you botching this."

Rahvin sighed as Agnar left; at least he would be out of this hellhole soon enough.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Apr 18 2006, 08:21 PM

Silver-Tongue ,entering the city gates
*he doesn't speak,these are his thoughts*
''Haafingar at least! I expected the Skyrim to be cold,but this is rediculus!Ah,i should stop complaining.I am here to do the job,which won't be a easy. ''

The Argonian shivered.With his head down he only took a small look at the town

''I should find an inn.Inns must be warm.Besides,i better blend in the background of this freezing hell''

He enters the inn

''Hmmm,not much,but it will do.I better take one of the local drinks.I will take a seat in that table in the corner of the room.There is a good view from there..... ''

Gorrmund looked up and noticed his father standing in the doorway. "Oh, uh, s'ok, I was just waiting to tell you I'm going to teleport back to town and go to the armoury with some money. I'm going to help Fjordsvier with the armour shipment that needs engraving, and then I might do some smithing of my own" Gorrmund stood up and walked out of the room, taking the sword schematics and his "recall" scroll with him. He walked into the living room, as he thought it rude to simply cast spells and dissapear infront of others, and cast the spell.

He appeared back in the Falcreath city square, where he had cast a "mark" scroll days earlier. He walked through the darkness of night, down the road through town and straight into the armoury. The armoury was like his home away from home, and he went there very frequently since he was only ten.

Brianna, Jadier´s secret bedroom

She heard him enter....coming up the stairs...she shivered with excitement, "At last" she thought.

Then the steps stopped.....she heard him talk with his son..and he did not enter the bedroom..

Brianna sat quiet but she trembled with anger and disappointment..

Naturally she understood he could not reveal their relationship to Gorrmund, he just knew her as the healing-woman who was a part in the household, but just at the same rank as any other servant!

Esethir, in an inn close to lord Agnar's stronghold



Esethir's ears perked up as he heard the faint hiss of the Breton behind him. Hearing him speak of getting paid he could only assume he was on the look-out for money, like himself, and by his tone was in need of a new job. He smiled, then turned his chair around and sat himself next to the downhearted male.

"Good afternoon friend. Let me buy you a drink." He told the man, smiling. It was then that he also chose to dangle a small pouch of coins in front of him, before returning them to his pocket.

"You could have this, brother, and so much more if only you sign up with my friend and I. You can gain riches beyond the piddling tasks you have been given recently...you can show what your true worth is!" he whispered to man in excitement, hoping to Mara that his countless guesses were in the correct area.

"I ask nothing of you." Esethir told him, smiling warmly. "Except...except that you stay for one more drink with m, and hear my proposition." he whispered, glanciong around the room in case anyone heard his latest recruitment speech.




PS. Well done on deleteing my other posts mods.

This post has been edited by Konradude: Apr 18 2006, 08:59 PM

The Argonian heard that.He moved close to them,to over-hear their conversation
*thinking*
''What are these two up against?Maybe i should postpone the job for a little longer.This could turn profitable,for me at least....hehe........''

He aproached their table and put his back agains the wall.Just an Argonian,tired of siting down,enjoying his mead.....

His look was straight ahead,but he's atention was on the profitable topic.....

This post has been edited by HyPN0: Apr 18 2006, 08:52 PM

Flint Redburn, the inn close to the stronghold of Agnar.
Flint looks up at the Altmer. He never even noticed the Elf till he opened his mouth.
He casually looked around the room. The inn had gotten a lot more crowded since last time he watched. When was that, five ales ago?

He also noticed an Argonian standing against the wall.
,,What's an Argonian doing here? This guy must freeze to death within seconds if he goes outside." Flint thinks before finally deciding to pay some attention to the man who had offered him something.

,,Sure thing. One Nordic ale please. So, did anything happen when I was gone?" Flint says in a friendly manner that is meant to make everyone else think that it was a conversation between old friends. Most of Flint's jobs were of a secretive nature, and he had the feeling that this one would be no different. Best not to raise any suspicion.

Esethir traced the Breton's eyeline, staring at the Argonian for a second before snapping his head back to the Breton. It may have been to lat to cover but he was suspicious of this darkly clad Argonian. He was suspicious of any darkly clad Argonian, as a matter of fact.

"Nordic ale it is!" he exclaimed heartily, slapping the Breton on the back. "Tender, a Nordic ale and a glass of your best red when you're ready." he called behind him, glancing around the room again. There seemed to be no other threats to their privacy other than the Argonian, but he seemed uninterested in the conversation.

"No, nothing new brother. I hear the chickens are laying better though." he told the Breton with a grin. He then lowered his head slightly, bringing his hand to his head, pretending to brush his fingers through his hair as he spoke in a dramatically more subtle tone.

"I hear there is a storm brewing in Agnar's quarter. I hear he is looking for some able men...I feel obliged to go talk to him. Care to come with me? When the drinks are done, we leave a minute after each other if you accept." He whispered slowly, accentuating his words to make sure they sunk in to the unstable Breton.

It wa then that bartender arrived with a glass, a small bottle of red wine anda Nordic ale.

"Uh...on the house sir." he whimpered pathetically to the Altmer, sensing a disturbance in the air.

Esethir smiled, pouring himself a glass and leaning back.

Argonian keeps his calm face as always
*thinks*
''Hehe,you can not fool me Breton.......Unlucky for you i have good ears.....There is something important here,and i'll find out what is it.But i better move from here.He's geting the feeling i'm over-hearing them.''

The Argonian wondered what to do next.Then it came to him
*thinks*
''But offcourse! Hmmm,yes,that could work.....But i better rent a room.Let him think i went to sleep.....''

Flint Redburn, the inn close to Agnar's stronghold

Flint thought for a while. Last time he'd been near Lord Agnar, he was trying to steal his pillow. While he had been seen by the guards thanks to those idiots he was supposed to work with, he doubted that anyone would recognize him. As long as he would walk in like he belonged there, no one would look twice at him. He rubbed the back of his gloved hand. It was itching again.

,,Really, I can stay at your family's house for tonight? Thank you. I know the place. Ah, how I loved the taste of sweet apple pie. Why don't you go ahead? It would be a shame to leave my ale unfinished" Flint says out loud and took another mouthfull of ale.

Bishop, The Inn

He didn't hear it all, but he heard enough.

Thats just one problem with rumors... too many people hear them. Sometimes the wrong people.

Until now he had appeared focused on refilling his metal flask of brandy, but he kept an ear out. Even observing a glance from the polished reflection of his flask from time to time.

Half a bottle left...

The two he had the misfortune of overhearing seemed to be concluding their business... The Breton was staying behind.

He would wait until the other left, then he would confront the Breton. He had a few things he would say to him...

This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Apr 18 2006, 09:38 PM

"You sure you have the time to make this sword? Spit blades and runes aren't done easily" Fjordsvier the armourer said. "I'm sure I have the time and I'm sure it's possible. Remember that sword hilt with the basket hand guard I was going on about? The one perfect for a strong fencer? Well I was thinking one of those would be strong enough for a double katana and I would be the bane of my enemies if the blades are light enough" Fjordsvier shook his head in agreement, he knew that Gorrmund couldn't let this sword go and that it would be useless to try to make him. "Fine, I'll find a good blade if you can put that engravement on the new shipment of armour" Fjordsvier pointed to the suit of steel armour, which had been finished only a week ago.

Esethir, the inn close to Agnar's stronghold

Esethir smiled, standing up and slapping the Breton on the shoulder cheerfully. This oculd be a good moneymaking opportunity, and simple enough with a fellow mage in tow judging by the robe he wore.

"See you there." He told him, turning away and stepping out the door. As his foot compressed the snow with a soft crunch and the door clicked shut, he turned to his left and walked fourteen strides. Bending down he scooped away the snow until he found his staff and his sword...he was not one to show he had weapons at his disposal.

An understimating enemy was a dead enemy.

Jadier

Jadier watched his son go before finally stepping into the room where Brianna waited.

"Sorry I'm late, Brianna; things got complicated with Agnar."

Rahvin

When Agnar left, the guards returned to unchain him.

"So you're free for another week, eh?" the guard asked.

"Something like that." Rahvin answered, rubbing his arms where the chains once were.

"Come on, let's get your stuff."

Rahvin followed the guard to the storehouse, where the chest full of his things was placed. Rahvin picked up his multiple daggers, all sheathed and ready to be buckled on.

He left his rags on; the clothes left in the chest were in worse shape. He threw the useless things out.

He turned to the guard. "These are all I need."

The guard nodded. "Then make your way to Agnar's place. Orders straight from him."

Rahvin didn't answer. He merely walked through the open gate and along the road towards Haafingar.

Brianna

Brianna smiled as Jadier entered the bedroom

"Awww, darling, what was the problem with Agnar? You never tell me anything nowadays, I am not that fragile you know, I can take it! Besides I even might be of some help to you...you know I´ll do anything for you"

She started to help Jadier undress, while giving him some massage on his back..

"You are so tense my darling, come here let me wipe the stress and pain from your back"

She started caressing him lovingly as she took off his shirt

" So tell me now, what was that fuzz with Agnar?"

Esethir, approaching the road to Haafingar


Esethir strapped the staff to his back where it hung limply, its golden radiance illuminating the fresh snow. The Altmer turned and trudged through the knee high covering towards the main road to his destination, glad of his fur boots. It was with a sigh of relief that he finally felt his foot press upon the solid earth of a pathway.

He smirked as he saw a lone man walking away from him, towards his goal. From the looks of him he was of the same mind set as the Altmer, so Esethir rushed forwards quietly until he was near the man.

"What's a fine gentleman like yerself doing travelling alone on such a harsh day as this one?" he asked, proceeding to walk in step with the man. "May I enquire as to where you are going?" he questioned, smiling harmlessly.