Brianna, with Telina

"Yes Telina, I´m having Jadier´s child....but it´s ok, I´m just six weeks gone"

She followed the younger girl up the hill, trying not to think of her beloved one in the cave....

Flint Ironwood, Gorrmund's camp

,,Sure, take your time." Flint said and then impatiently began to pace back and forth while the others were busy getting organized. At least the constant pacing kept him warm and the storm was finally beginning to calm down. Just a bit more, and it would be safe for jumping again.

A short glance with his detection spell showed that one person out of a group of three had left the other two, or maybe the other way around. Flint just had this feeling that there was trouble to be found over there.
,,Hurry up, you guys." He whispered.

Flint took out his katana and checked its charges as usual. He'd pressed his blade rather hard lately, and the sword was still nearly devoid of charges. If it came to a fight, he should try to use the blade itself instead of just hurling Telekinetic blasts for a change.

Arygon watched the women run up the hill, the assassins looked back and forth decided to kill Jadier or the women first. Arygon ran after the womn to make sure that if the assassins attacked the women, then they would have chose the wrong target if they wanted to survive.

OOC: less strong, still arrogant

Brianna in the woods

She was crouching in the small hideout with Telina, just waiting, not knowing of what exactly. It was rather chilly and soon she couldn´t feel her feet anymore.....

Brianna felt more and more sleepy......her eyelids dropped....

Telina in the woods

Telina, watched carefully out over the valley...an uneasy feeling came over her...Someone watched us coming here, we need to move now

"Brianna, hurry, we must move...I think someone know where we are...drink this, it's a feather potion, and it will prevent us from leaving marks in the ground", she wishpered...and then downed the entire potion, slowly walking in a manner that would prevent her from being seen by anyone...sake for Brianna.

OOC: Ah, safe...no one knows where we are now...

Aaron Christophe
Penne's Camp

Aaron reached for a peace of meat, and began tearing at it as crazed as a starved wolf. However soon he realized Penne's last question.

"In all honesty sir, I haven't a clue where we are.. I was raised in that village over.. there.." Aaron pointed one way, "Or maybe it.. no.." He had no idea.

Planting his head into his hands, he mumbled in a muffled voice, "I have no idea.."

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Penne
Camp

"Well, then the next question is, do you know where you want to go?" asked Penne. He continued chewing on the meat. It tasted foul. The was a very light snow in the are now, as though the heavier clouds passed, and sunshine was on the way.

Arygon followed the footprints along, hoping to catch up with the women. So that it would be easier to watch to see if anything attacked them. Unfortunatly, the footprints ended and there was a bottle off to the side, probably a feather, levitation, or another form of transportation, Arygon was miffed that once again he started with good intentions, and they had run away from him. He walked in the general dircrection that the footprints were going.

OOC: He's going to get lost

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Aaron Christophe
Penne's Camp

"Go?.. I.. don't know.." He nearly spilled his story but caught himself, "I can't back home.. Thats for sure."

Aaron thought to himself, silently calculating answers in his head to his next question, "Uh.. Would you mind if I.. tag along with you for a while? If only to pay you back for your kindness?"

Penne
Camp

"Oh... yes, well, yes but... well nevermind, yes you can, yes," said Penne, caught off guard a little. "I mean, I suppose you could be of help, people around here definitely look down on bosmer, and until I resupply my potion collection and quiver I'm afraid I'm pretty defenseless. Speaking of which, I believe there are three native trees around here that with their leaves combined make a pretty strong potion of paralysis, which I need for my arrows so keep your eye out."

Flint Ironwood, Gorrmund's camp.

Flint was getting increasingly impatient. In the end he couldn't handle it anymore.
,,Alright, I'm going to take a look. I'll be right back." He said. He then cast his favourite traveling spell and soared up into the air with a giant leap. If he had aimed his jump right, which he usually did, he should land quite close to where those people he'd detected with his detection spell had been.




(Flint is coming to the rescue! Unfortunaetly, it will be too late for Jadier.)

Arygon wandered forward looking for resuming trails, footprints, anything! Arygon looked up at the trees, covered with snow, and got an idea. He climbed the tree, and hopped from branch to branch, made it to the top, blanced carefully, and looked out above the trees. He could see hills in the distance. He could also see some boulders shaped properly for spending time under without being exposed to the weather. He hopped from his tree to the next and went in the same direction he had been going but this time with the view of being an extra 20 feet in the air. He would see them soon enough.

Deagan, Cave

Deagan slowly continued forward a ways until he could see the cave entrance, he turned to Rahvin and Esethir.

He looked down at his feet near the cave entrance, the snow had died down a bit and there were fresh tracks leading away from the cavern.

What do we have here?

"I'll go in and check the cave...you might want to follow these tracks and find who made them...we can't have anyone running about making things difficult for us." Deagan said respectfully to the other assassins

Deagan slowly crept deeper into the cave until he saw a man standing near the bottom with a blade ready, waiting.

Ah...Jadier is a brave man...makes things easier...

He walked down to meet him in plain sight before drawing his blade from the cloth pouch on his belt slowly.

"You are a fool to wait for me Jadier...brave but foolish..." Deagan said plainly before moving closer

He moved in within arm's length and stepped out quickly, smiling and waiting for Jadier to attack.

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Arygon hopped from tree to tree, but he was still unable to find them, prehaps thier under something Arygon thought to himself. He jumped to a lower branch, looked around, and seeing nowhere to hide in the area, he climbed back up. Arygon was wondering quite a bit, How did they get away so fast?

Flint Ironwood, nearing Jadier's cave.

As Flint's jump approached its end, he prepared for the landing while looking around. He could see a cave not too far away and there were two people standing outside, weapons drawn.

,,Well, lookie here. They're the assassins. Knowing the damn pride of these Nords, I bet that Jadier has told those women to leave while he remained behind to fight. Now I'm sorry, but I will have to spoil the party." Flint muttered as he cast both an invisibility and feather spell. Softly, he landed at the entrance of the cave without leaving a sound or a dent in the snow. He hopped inside and crept in deeper.

"I hope that fool is still alive. It was stupid to just run away."



(Ok, Flint will arrive just in time to see Jadier die. He won't interrupt the fight or anything. Does Jadier have a trinket Flint can take to Gorrmund, like a ring that shows he is the lord?)

Brianna, hiding with Telina

The feather-potion they had drunk, made them able to move without leaving any footprints. Brianna was sure someone was after them but couldn´t tell for sure. It was dark and cloudy....that could be good but also bad......

"Telina! I´m lost, I haven´t the slightest clue where we are, we have to get to Gorrmund, and immediately that is, please Telina use your famous Dunmerii Nose now and lead us to your beloved one"

Rahvin

Rahvin agreed and pulled Esethir along to hunt down the two that got away.

"So..." he paused, realizing that he never caught the altmer's name. "So, uh....altmer...what exactly happened in Jadier's bedroom?"

Jadier, Cave

Jadier wished he had his claymore; it would have definately given him an advantage when it came to range. But, he had to deal with his stolen shortsword.

Jadier shrugged. "We do waht we have to." he answered as he drew his shortsword and began circling the assassin.

Deagan, Inner Cave

Deagan shrugged and stepped forward giving out a sharp stab toward Jadier intending to miss him.

"I suppose...nothin' personal..." Deagan said with a quick stab

For a few minutes he played with the lord, his death shouldn't be completely predictable...when he least expected it he would actually launch his attack.

He continued to step in and out of range of Jadier's blade throwing the occasional blow in and still circling the entire time. Deagan intentionally released attacks that Jadier would be able to stop in order to appear inexperienced until the moment he was ready to finish.

Deagan swung over his head quickly and then stepped back out of range, he grew bored and impatient with playing with Jadier so he began to actually try to hit the lord.

He moved in extremely close and used his body to push Jadier back toward the cave wall, trying to hold the lord's arm to keep him from stabbing him.

OOC: Your move.

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Jadier

Deagan had succeeded in pinning his arm down, and Jadier could no longer grip his sword. It fell loudly to the ground, out of his reach.

Seeing no other alternative, he kneed the assassin in the groin to push him away and dove for his sword, but it was still too far away....

Deagan, Cave

That filthy little...

Deagan held his groin and dropped his sword, he stumbled to where Jadier had landed after diving for his blade, he put his foot on his back and held him to the floor. He stepped a few more feet and kicked the sword further away before grabbing Jadier and drawing back as far as he could, punching him repeatedly in the face.

"Now that...wasn't...very nice..."Deagan said between punches

He reached for his boot and drew his dagger, slowly bringing it down toward Jadier in an attempt to stab him.

OOC: Since he's not really your character and he's meant to die I hope you didn't mind me beating him a little bit without permission.