Rahvin, along the road

Rahvin crossed over to Deagan's side of the road and called after him. "Deagan!" he said in a coarse whisper.

"I've found something. Come look."

He pointed to the snow on the road. "It looks like someone tried to cover their tracks. Thankfully, it's not snowing near as bad over here."

He examined them more to discover that they were heading back towards the manor. That couldn't be right; he and Deagan would have seen them!

"Am I crazy, or are these tracks heading back towards the manor?"

Jadier, On the road

Jadier and the others couldn't see or hear DEagan and Rahvin behind them, but he was sure that Brianna would sense if anything was there.

They continued travelling, until they were well past Agnar's manor. Jadier found a small cave and pointed it out to the others. "We have to stop and rest. This place is as good as any."

Deagan, along the road

Deagan heard someone talking across the path and he crossed over slowly in search of the voice. A few feet away he saw Rahvin once again and started moving towards him slowly.

Deagan looked to the ground where Rahvin was pointing.

Footprints? Toward the manor?

He looked at the footprints for a moment before looking back at Rahvin.

I'll be damned...how did they...we'd better get moving...we don't have time for this

"No you're right...they're leading back toward the manor but how could that have happened? They would have had to run right between us." Deagan said

Deagan began to follow the tracks slowly keeping an eye on the ground as well as in front of him to spot anyone that might be around. His hand on the cold, damp cloth around the hilt of his sword in case they met up with anything in this weather.

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Thiras, Under a boot

The uncomfortable position in which Thiras found himself was by his standards, (which were extremely low) hopeless.

"Um, yeah, about that - would you mind removing your boot from my neck, and to you," he said rather angrily to Arygon, "I'll have you know I'm no murderer, it was all self-defense, all seventy one cases of it. I was defending my property, every last stolen bit of it."

(OOC: He just admitted to seventy one murders, by the way. )

Rerlas->campfire

Rerlas couldn't help but smile at this man, Hmph he may be a dirty assasin but he has a sence of humor, i can give him that Rerlas thought about undrawing his bow but thought against it. He is still an enemy, he tried to kill us, damn, lets get this over with

Arygon, suprised by this odd proclomation looked down at the man on the ground. "Ummm... you do know I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about a man who calls himself Jadier" Arygon pointedly stared at the man, until the other man looked away. "How about both of you help me out? You come help me kill 'Jadier' and I'll give you 1000 septims, each." Arygon, this time, smiled where they could see it, not a friendly smile either.

OOC: Lol, you guy's pretty nervous there Gamer he should be a little more careful in what he 'admits'

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"Friend, watch the scoundral. Make sure he moves not a single, solitary, inch" said Gorrmund looking at Rerlas. "You're hunting the greatest, most powerful lord of Skyrim, and instead of taking friends or dispicable scoundrals as back-up, you simply ask strangers? I am Gorrmund, loyal under Jadier, the most fair and just lord of our province, and you are a criminal for conspiracy of murder, soliciting citizens of Skyrim for Mercenarial acts, slander against a scoundral and the ever so moronic act of asking the child of a lord to kill his father!" Gorrmund yelled as he raised his sword. "En garde!" Gorrmund had always loved the sayings of the Redguard fencers, even though he was far from fencing with a Nordic claymore.

Rerlas->campfire (da Duelzorz)

Rerlas nodded to Gormmund and kept a closer eye on Thiras, while eyeing the battle. "You had better not move, I know of a few places I can put this thing which could be worse then death." He said glaring at Thiras.

Thiras grunted something incoherently, rolling his eyes.

He could easily escape from this mess, he knew a few tricks himself, but this might be a little more interesting than another night on the run. Besides, if he was shipped off to prison, he would probably have an easier life.

So, he's the son of a lord is he? If I had gotten him alone I would surely have overcome him, not by my pitiful strength, but by surprise! What a killing I would've made if I'd successfully held him hostage.

forum went kerflop, double post.

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Another Inn to stay at, Sadril did not find. Instead he found a feeling, something calling him away from the town of Falcreath (I am spelling this right?). He had a nack for 'feeling' conflict and tension and enjoyed hunting it out and toying with those involved. Whether he improved the situation or not, Sadril found amusement from playing with people's feelings in times of importance.

A camp in the wilderness is what he stumbled upon; not to mention somewhat of the conflict he had been searching out. A man on the ground, one hovering over him and two others looking ready to duel. Some other tension was brewing farther North, but for now this held Sadril's attention.

He remained hidden, although without the use of spells, plotting how he would interfere with the looming sword fight. He gripped his sword, deciding to step in to the advantage of the weaker fighter, but he still stayed hidden waiting for the actual fight. (If there will be one)


OOC: why should only the female characters get to 'sense' things?

Telina, with Jadier and Brianna, in a cave.


"So, I guess we should have something to eat", she said...trying to bring up a subject...this assassins, and would be rescuers and what ever, was really tiring her...and her hands was almost shaking with fear and anger...not to mention tireness, as she tried to ligth a fire, so the could roast the turkey Telina had brought with her in her bag.

After a couple of hours, the meal was ready... some slices of turkey, a couple loaves of bread, and somer herbs/vegetables.

OOC: DarkHubter, I'm not trying to argue with you or something...but I do think your character is a bit too uber sometimes...considering he is a thief...just my op.

The fool may have been Lord Jadier's son, but he was Far more foolish. "En Guard" the man had yelled taking his first chop. Arygon made no such proclomation in his attack, and stabbed at the man twice with his 2nd glass dagger, as his first was still with the 'Deagan' fellow. The Lord's son was surprised, prehaps his training had all been with proper... edict, in fighting, with called attacks and the such. Arygon dived back to the second fellow who had taken orders from Jadiers son, which meant he was a lesser Lord or a servant. Arygon hoped to be able to take him hostage before Jadier's son caught him, and cut him in half with that long sword he was wielding quite like a sabre.


OOC: WAS a thief.. in the beginning, now he has 70 some odd shortsword skill, some mysticism, full Illusion, full Acrobatic,... you get the point... if you want me to down trod him... sure I'll take away every enchatment, and Some of his extra weapons.

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Brianna, with Jad and Tellie
Brianna was happy they were in a cave now,..she felt all cold through due to the weather

"I hope they will have difficulties finding our tracks!"

The meal that Telina prepared was excellent..or was it just the situation they were in that made it so tasty?

After finishing the meal Brianna went out to relieve herself......then a weird feeling came over her.....

"They are near!!! They have tracked us down!

She immediately went in again....

"Jadier, Telina....I´m afraid they are near..I can feel it, we must be prepared!"





OOC: Oh it´s quite natural for women to ....sense right?..

Flint Ironwood, in Agnar's place.

After stealing a good meal, Flint decided it was time to leave before he got into more trouble. He sneaked out of the door and headed back into the storm.

,,Now which way was the town?" He muttered and realized he was lost.
,,Oh, this is just great. I guess I'm better of trying to find some shelter from the damn snow." With those thoughts in mind, Flint made his way through the storm, barely seeing anything.



(Now the little guy is ready to bump into anyone.)

Penne
Penne's camp

(OOC: I just remember channler's character can't move)

Penne lined the arrow up in the bow, and released it, letting it sail for the Tusked Bristleback that strud by itself in the distance. He saw the arrow pierce hard through the beast's skull, and the beast twisted back.

"Thank you for serving us your body, beast, I wish you well on your journey," Penne whispered as he dragged the creature back to came, and returned the imperial's quiver. Having bled it on the way back Penne went on to skin it, and laid the skin down next to the fire to dry, then he started cleaning out the skull. When that was finished, her cut out as much of the meat as he could, and let it sit while sharpening the bones. he finished his task by stabbing the meat into the bones and sticking them into the fire.

With meat cooking, he used the skin as a blanket for the Imperial, and went on to start eating some of the meat. "When you're strong enough to move, grab some for yourself."

OOC: better I guess.

Gorrmund dodged the first blow and blocked the other, but not with his usual complete assurance. Watching the man threaten to end his new friend, he slowly pointed his sword towards the face of his enemy. "Because you seem to have gotten yourself in deeper than you could possibly understand, I'll help you. You could kill my friend, but you would find either a sword in the face or a berserk Nordic lord. That, or you could let him go and either run, or continue losing. Decision is yours scum" Gorrmund was unassure if reasoning with this man would help, as he had labeled him as a bafoon.

Arygon, decided not to try anything to enrage this Nordic Lord's son, only an absolute fool did that. Arygon, on a split second descion, activated his Left glove and Recalled to his nearby cave.

Sadril; Gorrmund's Camp, Fire, Dueling Grounds, Etc.

As the uneventful fight ended with the challenger running away, Sadril decided to emerge and reveal himself. His figure appeared in the slowing (hope you don't mind) snow storm as one covered in dark clothes and a katana at his side. His steps were silent and his movement steady and unwavering. But as he got close to the fire, a seemingly friendly face could be made out from underneath a hood.

Sadril smiled (though not revealing his teeth) at Gorrmund and removed his hood, "Having some fun are we, Gorrmund, son of Jadier? There's more to come," he finished, taking a seat by the fire and making himself at home --er-- at camp. Why not have some fun with these 'lords'?

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Flint Ironwood, somewhere in the storm.

Flint was now getting rather cold as well as angry with himself.
In the end he got fed up with it all and cast a detect life spell.
,,Yup, there are a bunch of people over there. They might help a lonely traveller who is lost and in need of a good old fire. A campfire, not a fireball." He laughed at his own joke and moved closer towards the people.

Now according to his detection spell, there were two standing close to each other with one on the ground and another pair moving around each other. Then, there was someone behind the bushes. Flint wasn't really worried about that, he would just keep an eye out and be fine.

When he got closer, he could finally see the people.
,,Well, well. I just can't leave you alone for five seconds before you start having your fun with people, Arygon. So, did I miss something?" The Breton said with a smile.
Just after he'd said that, Arygon fled in a whirl of Magicka.
,,Well, that's that. Mind if I join the fire?"


(Please tell me if I missed anything there. Or else Flint just didn't notice whoever I missed.)

Arygon, had a stomache wrenching moment, landed in his cave and hoped nothing had happened to Flint, the poor boy had showed up just as Arygon had left, Arygon threw his Bonemeld bow into a pile, and picked up a Dwemer Crossbow, he was going to need firepower...

OOC: Flint's screwed... Shotgun's going to eat him