Jadier's bedroom

Esethir smiled, bowing once more. "Thank you for giving me an opportunity miss. I am Esethir...Estafus - I am a noble staying here on governmental business, much like Lord Jadier. I came in here to defend you, that is all. And I was merely threatened. If anything, I should be mistrusting you."

Arygon, Outside

Arygon sat down just out side the gate and waited. Sooner or later they'd realise he was telling the truth. If they could figure that out, Esethir's foot & a half of steel would probably explain it to them. Oh, well.

OOC: Telina had a piece of paper thrown at her along with an explanation, doesn't she notice ANYTHING?

Jadier

Jadier picked up the document that Arygon had given and studied it.

"That one was right." he said. "We're leaving."

But that meant....the altmer in his room was the real assassin!

Rahvin

Rahvin strapped on his daggers and decided to figure out what that enormous explosion was that came from around Jadier's room. Sticking to the shadows, he crept out of his room and towards jadier's.

He didn't go in, he merely put his back against the wall beside the door, listening. That was the altmer's voice.

Either he failed at an early attempt, or he's an agent for Jadier. Rahvin thought to himself. If it was the latter, a dagger could remedy the situation.

Arygon heard the talking inside, and using Beggar's Nose again, he 'felt' that there was someone hiding on the other side of the room door. He ran back scaled the wall, and dived into the room. Arygon ran across the room pushing everyone out of the way and drove his Dwemer Shortsword thorugh the door. "I think I got him." Arygon said to the mystified people in the room. "Oh, yes let me properly introduce myself. I am Arygon, master thief, adventurer and hunter of anything with value. Also Brianna I believe you detected Sheograth's Claymore earlier, so when I next try to rob you I'll leave it at home. Esethir I'll kill you ,if you so much as reach for your sword. Hi, Flint." Arygon finished saying this then pointed the sword at Esethir "You jump out first." Arygon said. Arygon smiled, the plan was back on track.

OOC: Yeah, I'm good.

Brianna, with Jadier

"At last! Ok let´s go now please I wanna get out of here, I don´t know who´s friendly or not"

She looked from the altmer to the breton......then took Jadier´s arm urging him to leave


"Are you coming too Telina?"

Ranes, Teh Fire

Ranes had unsheathed Kogomolag, and swiftly brought the Elven blade to stop Thirlas' blade from reaching its' mark. "You're outnumbered. I think you should start running, bandit," he said. "I've slain far worse than your ilk."

Gorrmund, t3h Fiorz

Gormund walked around to the scoundral's head and put a nice, shiney boot to his neck. "I don't think we should let this monster back out on my people's roads. What is your name, your title, your origin and your reason for attack?" Gorrmund waited for a response from the seeemingly weak bandit.

Rerlas-> 7H3 F1R3 (yeah leet-speak trash.. )

Rerlas walked over to the bandit and looked around at the other two. What the hell am I still doing here? I should've gone after I said thanks, crap.

Jadier, Jadier's room

"Right. Let's go." he said as he grabbed a shortsword that was hanging on the wall before heading out the door with Brianna.

Rahvin, Outside Jadier's Room

Upon hearing the conversation, Rahvin crept back down the hall and turned the next corner so that he could remain unseen while watching Jadier. If Esethir tipped the lord off...

Thiras

Thiras looked hesitantly from one of the strangers to the other.

Looks like another robbery gone bad.

"I'm-" he hesitated for a second, "Jornas Thirin." Despite being a despicable thief in some people's eyes, Thiras wasn't exactly skilled at telling lies. In fact it generally was obvious when he was or wasn't.

"I'm from - uh Cyrodiil," he didn't lie on that one at least, he was proud to be an Imperial. "I'm, a lord - and I thought that you and your friends here were bandits." He finished lamely.

Deagan, Agnar's estate

Deagan sat forward in the chair and then stood from it after hearing alot of commotion in a room down the hall. In a few seconds he strapped his belt on and stashed his dagger in his boot before slowly opening the doorway, barely enough that he could look out.

Something had caused Jadier to go sooner than planned, he was leaving his room now and they had yet to meet and finalize the plans on the assassination itself.

Guess we'll just have to wing it...

Deagan waited for a moment and slipped out the doorway into the semi-dark hallway, trying his best not to be seen. He backed slowly around the corner in an attempt to conceal himself.

He turned the corner and bumped into something that felt like a person. Deagan turned and put his dagger near the throat of the man in an instant, before withdrawing it and taking a quick breath after noticing who it was.

"Rahvin? What the hell are you doing here?" Deagan whispered, clearly startled

"Nevermind it doesn't matter...what is going on?" He added quickly in the same quiet fashion

This post has been edited by Kiln: Apr 24 2006, 01:43 AM

Rerlas->Fire

Rerlas jumped in on the conversation, "A Lord!? What kind of half-bit-lame-boat excuse is that?"

(OOC: After reading through 9 pages I realized something was desparately missing from this RP... my first post. Long as always)

EDIT OOC: Post changed to make him closer to gorrmund, his destination

Penne, Somewhere outside Falcreath

Soooooo cooooooold Penne thought, unable to move, clad in a thin green apprentice robe and hood, unable to see passed a blanket of white in front of him. he was a second away from collapsing, and realized he was beginning to feel warmer, a very bad sign. A large silhouette began to approach him, he couldn't tell what it was, and didn't even believe it was really there. When it was a foot away he realized it had been charging. A moment later he was on his back with two massive paws on either shoulder and a hungry muzzle drooling over his face. It gave him a single moment of clarity...

"Thank you, my friend," Penne said to his new bear companion the next morning. (I figure beastcall tranlastes into something much more flexible in roleplaying) His bear companion looked down at him, they were in an icy cave and the bear's body was snuggled around Penne to keep him warm that night. On that note, the bear stretched himself and stood up, circling the cave. Penne began to dig through robes looking for anything he could use for food. There was nothing, the land was bare and empty, and it was far too cold outside to go looking for food.

Penne was picking through his collection of exotic flower petals looking for one he could use to make a warmth potion when his new bear friend made a growl, his head jerked to the North.

Poachers... Penne instantly understood. His bear already began backing up deeper within the cave.

"No, friend. There is no use running away forever. They took your home, your family, everything you held dear and they will continue to track you until you starve, you are a great prize to them. They have intimidated you to the point where you don't even know how strong you really are," Penne told his bear, who understand, and stopped. "Find yourself a good position to ambush, I will attempt to talk them away."

Penne walked out of the cave, and the cold hit him. He had forgotten how cold it was outside.

"Bosmer?!" yelled an Orc poacher in desbelief as the band of five approached. "What are you doing in Skyrim?"

"I fell from the sky, now tell me why do you trespass my territory?"

"Pfft! You have no territory wood-elf!" an imperial with a glass dagger, seemingly the leader, remarked. "We know there's a bear in that cave, we've tracked him for eight days, we know he's there, now get out of the way."

"You'd be surprised how deceptive a bear on the run can be. There are no bears here, they keep very far away from me, they are more perceptive of my abilities than ignorant poachers," Penne said, his hand secretely grabbing hold of some powder in his pocket.

"Oh please, you're shivering like an electrocuted imp!" the imperial with the glass dagger yelled. "Kick his boat!"

The five poachers engaged, drawing their weapons. Penne thrust his pocketed hand forward scattering the power all over them. They stumbled forward in the snow tripping all over themselves.

"I can't see!" one of them screamed.

"Now!" Penne yelled, but his friend was two steps ahead of him, diving for the first poacher he saw. When the blindness on the poachers had faded they saw two of their men were on the ground bleeding. A fight ensued between the bear and other three, but whenever the bear got stabbed or hit too hard a blue blast shot out of Penne's hand which healed the wound.

"Get the wood-elf!" the imperial screamed struggling while the bear batted his paws against his shield. The orc ran over and tackled Penne to the ground.

"Augh!" the orc screamed as he lay frozen on the ground with a stab wound his in stomach. Penne rolled out from underneath him and quickly hit the Orc with a convalesence spell before moving on to reheal his bear.

Realizing he was the only one left, the Imperial began to flee. The bear was charging after him but Penne ordered him to stay back. Penne quickly kneeled by each of the three unconscious and cast a quick spell of convalesence on each.

"They'll survive, but we have to bring them all back to the cave and build a fire," Penne said. The bear looked at him confused.

"Very well, I know I can't ask you to do this, these men committed horrible atrocities. May I ask you this, I will reap their food from them and give it to you, and in turn you will wander back to your home and start your new life, and seek no revenge."

Hours passed. When the four poachers awoke (with very little strength) they found all their food had vanished, and they were all missing certain articles of clothing, boots, fur pants, a fur jacket, a fur hood and gloves. (no armor except boots)

Penne wandered through the snow, now with food in his stomache and warm clothing. His destination was merely a feeling, which was everything he had left right now. Well, almost everything.

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Apr 24 2006, 07:35 AM

Flint Ironwood, Jadier's chambers to palace courtyard.

Flint grinned.
,,So, we're leaving. Alright, I'll cause a small distraction for the guards. We'll meet in the woods or something. Don't worry about finding me, I'll find you." He said and slipped on his mask before jumping out through the hole in the wall. He activated a slowfall spell at the last moment and rolled over the ground. When he rose, his katana was in his hands.

The first guard that came along found a boot coming out of the shadows and into his chest. The guard fell over with a surprised shout. Flint smiled and casually waved his sword in the direction of one of the approaching guards. A blast of Telekinetic force flew out of his sword and made the guard go flying.

Soon enough, half the garrison was outside, shouting and poking at the air in the hopes of finding the invisible intruder. Flint managed to control his laughter. He was simply hiding in the shadows near the wall and sending Telekinetic blasts into the pack of panicking guards. This was fun. He took a quick glance at the hole in the wall upstairs. They'd better leave soon, his katana would run out of charges sometime.

Telina, with Brianna and Jadier.

"Sure, I'm coming with you".

"Arygon, I'm sorry for everything...hope you can forgive me...now lets get out of here...fast".

Telina though she heard a sound just outside the door...and so she quickly drew and fired of three arrows.

OOC: I did not find out about the letter before it was too late...sry for adding a bit to the confusion...

"No need to apologise, I would trust me either." Arygon said then led the bunch of them out of the wall, down the tree next to it, and to the gates, where he paused, "3, 2, 1, now!" He swung out with a paralyzing dagger right into a guard's face as he came around the corner. He continued leading them until he came to a crossroad. "Your choice Jadier" Said Arygon, it didn't really matter to him.

OOC: Dantrag... were not using the door, the wall to out side is kinda missing...

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: Apr 24 2006, 11:20 AM

"A lord from Cyrodiil? Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I'm daft to everything but money and power. I happen to be a lord myself lord Jornas, and I have learned of many cyrodiil members of power and people of interest. And funny enough, I have never come across a noble named Thirin" Gorrmund was losing his will to kill this "Thirin", as it seemed as noble as shooting a dead deer.

Flint Ironwood, in the courtyard with half of Agnar's guards.

Flint was still having fun with the guards when his sword expended its last charge.
,,Crap, they need more time. Oh, I am so going to regret this." He muttered before throwing a small fireball that was actually meant for lighting torches instead of battle. In doing this, he also gave away his position.

,,Over here. Come on, you bunch of drunken, ice-nosed, rockbrained, beardy Nords!" He shouted while waving his hands as he moved into plain view. He then turned around and broke into a sprint with all the guards giving chase.
,,I should have just stayed in my bed." He spoke to himself and kept running with the pack of screaming Nords on his tail.

,,If those people haven't escaped yet, Agnar can have them. Time to scram!" Flint shouted the third time he passed the main gate while running circles around the courtyard. He then casted a speed spell and a spell that increased the power in his legs. In one giant leap, Flint got himself up to the tip of the highest tower. After looking around to see where the pyromaniacs where, he leaped off in the opposite direction and landed in a nearby lake.

,,I hate water. Those people better pay me when this is over." He said between countless less polite words as he swam to shore. Once back on dry land, he slipped between the shadows of the trees and rushed in the direction that he'd seen the people he was protecting go.




Yes, he can jump really good. Think Tarhiel, only with a safe landing.

Arygon sat there, waiting as patiently as he could, for Jadier to make a decision. Patiently, wasn't very patiently at all, he was pacing, swearing and every now and then stabbing his sword into a tree, left it there. Took out his bow, fired arrows in the general dircetion of the Manor. Just then Flint showed up, "Whats going on what took you so long?" Flint asked a little angrily. "We left quite a while ago, but Jadier's taking forever to decided which way to go" Arygon replied. Arygon turned from Flint walking toward the tree he smiled, little did Jadier know both paths went by his hideout, that was quite full of Dwemer Artifacts, such as one of the Ballista's that he had almost restored to working order.
Ah, well, it'd be a while yet...

OOC: Huh? We didn't skip much at all, you planned to kill him out of the manour anyway, plus I'm probably going to end up killing him.

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: Apr 24 2006, 04:29 PM

OOC: So we've got some uber god thief leading the people out - and they are already out in teh wilderness while the assassins are still in the manor? You've skipped too much mate.