Rahvin

Rahvin matched the stare and replied. "Rahvin."

Once Esethir left, Rahvin turned back to Deagan. "We'll meet tomorrow to finalize the plan, correct?" he asked, wanting to go to his chambers and get some decent clothes.

Thiras Nirevin, Lost - Again


Thiras dusted off his clothing as he stood up, his eyes peering around, cautiously - his hand on the hilt of his short, silver sword (stolen) that was safely in its sheath.

"Well," he muttered to himself, "Best be off I suppose."

And he started walking - again.

(OOC: This has to lead somewhere - eventually.)

Deagan, Agnar's manor

Deagan stood from the chair and nodded to Rahvin.

"Yes, tomorrow will do nicely...and I suppose that these new recruits can't be too much trouble...though I don't exactly like having such a large team, I guess I'll have to deal with it." Deagan said

Esethir had already slipped out the door and avoided listening to Deagan's complaining about bringing the new people along. Though Deagan usually worked with a small group, he knew that it would be a good idea to have some backup...just in case things didn't go as easily as planned.

"So...where do we stay until we're ready?" Deagan said, looking to Agnar

He looked to the other men now standing in the room with them for a moment and then let out a quiet laugh.

"I need lots of liquor..." He said, only half jokingly

And a bath for the prison rat...

OOC: Hope I didn't miss anyone that might have been talking to me or something...

Agnar

"I told you already; the sevants outside should show you to your quarters."

Rahvin

"Good; everything's settled." Rahvin said, standing up. "I need some clothes, a bath, and a damned good sleep."

Without another word, he left the room to speak with a servant about those things.

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OOC: I think you got a glass dagger in your leg, but no nothing major.

Esethir had merely made himself invisible then for show. He quickly paced until it wore off, then approached a guard. As clever as he may have seemed, he had now idea where the lord was.

"Excuse me sir. I am here from the..meeting with Lord Agnar and wish to know where Lord Jadier is staying tonight." he told the guard, smiling casually.

"Nine of the night's watch and all's well sir. His Lordship is staying two floors beneath us, in the East wing. Enjoy your stay." the guard told him with a friendly smile.

Esethir nodded, then went on his way down the two flights of stairs. It was then that he truly cast a long term invisibility spell and snuck up to Lord Jadier's room. He opened the door a crack and peeped in.


OOC: You might want to get back to the castle sometime Red...

Deagan, Agnar's manor

Deagan followed right behind Rahvin to search for a servant but he couldn't resist adding a quick comment to Rahvin's remark,

"You'd better make that bath a long one...and enjoy your freedom, cause right when Agnar finishes with you you'll be right back in prison again." He said trying to to sound too offensive

Deagan spoke with the servant for a short time about his room, he would soon be in his quarters polishing and sharpening his blade in preparation for what would occur in the following days.

One thing that remained was the question of who would kill the mark. Deagan thought that either he or Esethir should do it but he was sure that everyone else thought that they should be the one to kill him as well, causing the problem.

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Rahvin

Rahvin heard the remark, but let it slide. Mostly because the man was right. It didn't matter though; this gave him a break and possibly an escape route. He would, after all, be doing the killing in the wilderness, which gave him a great opportunity...

He followed the servant to his room, where he took that bath while the clothes were delivered to his room. They fit fine, and would be perfect for what he would be doing. There was a pair of dull black leather boots, dark grey pants, and a shirt of the same color.

He left the bath and sat on the floor. He took every single dagger out of their respective sheaths and laid them out on the floor in front of him to be sharpened and poisoned. He sent the servant for the correct alchemical ingredients for the poison as well as a whetstone to do the sharpening.

That Deagan fellow may find a dagger in his back when all this is through. he thought bitterly to himself.

Jadier

Jadier woke up from all of Brianna's tossing and turning. "Is everything okay?" he asked groggily.

OOC: may as well make it hard for Esethir.

Esethir smiled grimly as he watched the doomed lord live out his final day of existance in blissful ignorance. He pushed the door open further and slipped inside, then slammed the door shut.

He slunk ove to the corner of the room to twatch the scene unfold.

Upon seeing the door open, Arygon slid across the room to the corner, activated chameleon and stood there watching the creeping man come closer to the corner he was hiding in. At that moment the sleeping man groaned, this is interesting Arygon though to himself watching with interest what was about to happen. He drew his Longbow and held an arrow ready for any surprises that might come out of this.


OOC: yes, he did get a glass dagger in the leg (it's probably still hanging there)

Brianna

"No...it´s not okay" Brianna looked sadly at Jadier "I have a terrible feeling that there´s something evil around....please just hold me Jadier, I´m scared!!"

Brianna sat on the bed, shivering from fear, she looked for her clothes, better be prepared if anything would happen.

She looked at the man beside her...a strong man, righteous, kind but yet hard as steel. She was worried about what he told her about Agnar´s brother...that it was him that he killed. Surely nothing good would come out of that!

Ah they were awake... this would be interesting, so the man in the office was Lord Agnar eh? Arygon decided to equalize this situation by interfering with the assassin in the other corner. Removing the Chameleon he dived into his fellow sneak, Sword out front ready for a stab...

Esethir heard it coming. He heard the clothes of the assassin rustle as he was dived upon. That is what kept him alive.

He yelped as he rolled as to face the assassin, then reached out. With the assassin's full wait on top of him he was winded, and could not last long - but he had a firm grip of the assassin's hand which held the blade.

"Help me Lord!" he cried, restraining the assassin as much as he could. He could quite easily incinerate the fool who had attacked him, were it not for his current apparrel. With his gloves on any spell would be contained and would kill him instantly.

Arygon saw the danger in allowing the other man to continue yelling, and besides he could cast illusion spells which meant he could cast others. Using the Chitin shield as a hammer Arygon beat the man over the head until the man slumped over slightly letting go of Arygon's sword arm...

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Deagan, Agnar's manor

Deagan entered his room and sat down in the chair beside the bed before taking all of his weapons out of their concealed place, sitting them on the blankets covering the bed.

He took a small rag from a pouch on his hip and wiped down the deep cut on his arm and one on his leg. The cut on his arm was from a bandit that had attacked him from behind on the road to the manor and the other was from the place in which he'd pulled the dagger of a half crazed thief from his leg.

Deagan polished his sword, the edge was sharp and smooth, ready for any fool that dared to attack him again. The man that had thrown the dagger had been lucky to escape before Deagan had had time to retaliate.

Deagan carefully examined the glass dagger, he'd kept it in case he ran into the man that threw it at him, so that he could kill him with it. Revenge always seemed sweeter when something symbolic like that was used to get it.

I can't decide who I dislike more...the guy who stuck his dagger in my leg or the other assassin...at least the assassin seems to have some honor.

He bathed and got some fresh clothes from the servants. The clothes were a dark brown color, almost black but not quite. Deagan wrapped his blade in the thick cloth pouch and strapped it onto his belt before sitting it onto the bed next to his gloves.

Deagan sat there, wondering if tomorrow would bring as many surprises as today had.

For now he would wait, until someone came to retrieve him or until it was time to meet with the others for planning.

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Jadier, Agnar's manor

Jadier jumped from the bed onto his feet and barreled into Arygon, knocking him off of the altmer in the room.

Rahvin, Agnar's Manor

Rahvin was working hard just to sharpen his daggers; they were in disrepair from just sitting in a locked chest for months.

When he was finally done, he prepared the poison in a small clay pot. He slowly dipped each blade in the poison, being extremely careful not to accidentally cut himself. If the poison got in a minor cut he would be extremely sick for almost a week; if it was a large wound, then it would likely kill him. He cautiously placed them in their respective sheaths before finally going to sleep. It was a deep, comfortable sleep, seeing as it was in a bed rather than on the cold stone floor of a cell.

(Please correct me if I'm wrong about what Agnar is doing at this time.)

Flint Ironwood, a part of Lord Agnar's palace where he is not supposed to be.

,,Just my luck. I came in after they'd finished. Now I've still got no idea about what we are supposed to do. Oh well, I bet it we're just going to plunder the treasury of another lord." Flint thought.

A smile crossed his lips at that thought. He could use some entertainment, not to mention some extra money was always a good thing. He left the room and asked to be shown were he would be staying for the night. After the servant had left, he slipped on his mask and activated his invisibility spell. It was time to finish his earlier job.

Lord Agnar was sleeping softly in his bed. Flint waited calmly till the man rolled to the side and brought his head away from the pillow. He then quickly pulled away the heavily decorated pillow and replaced it with one he stole from one of the guest bedrooms he passed. The Breton left as quietly as he came.

Back in his own bedroom, he hid the royal pillow and slipped of his gear. He then looked at the pillow he had stolen and compared it with the one on his bed. Should he?
,,No, what if someone comes in during the night. It would mean trouble if I have the wrong bed decor." He said out aloud and laid his head on the cheap pillow to rest. Tomorrow he would seek out that Nord and claim his money for the stolen pillow.

Arygon had just managed to take care of the assassin when the Lord he was trying to save dived on him. The man even without his armour, was heavy enough to crush Arygon to the ground. Arygon, feeling despreate, actvated a Levitation scoll, that had a short use, lifted off the ground dumping the man on top of him down on to the assassin. Then Arygon dived out the window, caught the tree just outside, slid down and ran to just outside the gates to the manor.

Skoll Yggdrasil

Skoll made his way around in Falcreath and managed to repair his armor and got the supplies he needed before he went off into the woods again. He stayed close to the open road as he headed north into the heart of Skyrim...

Esethir grunted as the Lord fell on top of him. H waited, as to not be impolite, untile the Lord had got off of him before he spoke.

"I am sorry milord. I am also staying here overnight. I was returning to my room when I saw that man creeping about. He cast an illusional spell as to make himself invisible, so I followed him into your room. It was as he I was looking for him that he attacked me." he told the lord, knowing that lord had neither seen him enter the room nor come out of his invisible state; so it was not known to the man that he also cast a spell.

He smiled, bowing. "At your pleasure I would care to return to my room." he told the man humbly. "I suggest you try and be out of this castle as soon as possible, I heard talk of such assassination attempts within this Estate - and now I have found the proof."

He started stepping backwards out of the room. "I apologise for any nuance I may have caused." he said again, bowing.

Arygon was waiting just outside the gate, in a small bush, for Lord Jonacin so he could explain what happened. The other assassin probably would be telling some story about how he had stopped Arygon for assassinating Jonacin. Argh, this is going to be difficult arygon thought to himself.