Ian, castle party

Ian looked himself in the mirror, he still looked young for his age, and his outfit was impecable..... He opened his satchel and retrieved an amulet that contained a large blue jewel. The Amulet of Diplomacy, it's still just as beautiful as it was all those years ago..... Ian pulled it around his neck, and took a moment to appreciate its saphire reflection of light.

This definitly won't end well, but there isn't any reason to bring my bow. He thought, by the time it's needed the guards will be swarming all over the place. I guess I'll take a walk in the courtyard.........

Satyana

Satyana was finished with most of her duties and was allowed to get into something nicer to wear, that is a waitress dress of course! She had promised to help out with that as well. A lot of people were mingling in the courtyard, Ragnar and Dalrus had set up the bar, maybe she could sneak out to say hallo to Dal´at least!

She slip into the black dress and put on her white apron and headed for the bar.

"Hey Dal! How´s it going? ...."she stopped, Dalrus was kissing that man....she recognised him from Lokken...hmmm Satyana sighed, that was Dal´alright! Always trying to seduce anything wearing trousers!

She looked around....no Rann! Oh yes she had noticed the firewoods....so he had been there but obviously he was avoiding her at all costs! That annoyed her a lot.

Maybe I´d try to speak to Rahvin..at least e seem to be decent enough to tell me what this is about

Satyana turned around and decided to see the Countess, maye there was some special tasks that were expected of her.

As she came closer to Countess Valga´s chambers she noticed Rann! And another man, staring at each other, then the man went into the small bedroom that was rarely used at all, merely for putting away sleepy children when necessary. Rann remained, and Satyana hid beneath a mannequin wearing a shiny armor and watched.......

Ian

He walked out of the door, and payed the young Dunmer assassin little heed. However Ian did notice a young Dunmer maiden hiding behind a suit of armor. He stared for a moment, then moved on to the courtyard....

Once outside, Ian spotted two young adults kissing beside the bartable. Mephala take me, do they even care how much attention their drawing to themselves? Sure enough, there were a few early arrivals who were staring at the couple...... Ian rolled his eyes, these days children have no subtlety. he walked up to the barkeeper and ordered some simple juice (Ian detested drinking)........

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Karn

Chorrol was a pretty sleepy and complacent town (meaning that the townsfolk weren't very vigilant). That was how Karn had easily snuck on top of a building over looking Castle Chorrol. The courtyard was full of activity, weak nobles, their only strength is in their treasury. Suddenly a blue gleam caught Karn's attention, and he was instantly full of rage. Ian..........

OCC: ok, this is pretty much the calm before the storm.....

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Jonathan Constantine

"Shady looking honoured user.." Jonathan thought to himself, and then thought something caught the corner of his eye. "Just a bird" He mumbled to himself. The kiss was pleasant, but he felt it and didn't FEEL it, but he took her offer and approached the counter and received a mug of ale. It was nice and strong, Jonathan nursed it for a while and then turned to Dalrus.

"So whats the occasion for the party, éáútifulbú?"

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Dalrus, Chorrol

"To be honest, I have no idea, however, its a nice excuse to hang out with everyone so it's fine with me." Dalrus was quite confused with everyone. She kissed him on the cheek, was that such a big deal? She had done worse in public a few years ago when she was living in the Imperial City. She rolled her eyes at the people who stared at her and when one asked for ale she replied coldly. "Its in the barrel."

Music was now playing as troubadours and bards sang and played. Dalrus tried to resist having a drink, being sought after by almost every guy in town meant whenever she did something, it was usually talked about. Dalrus did not really mind this attention, if it benefitted her or the bar, or especiall Satyana, however, most of the time it was just talking about something she did in a romantic or general degrading way for her.

She looked around for someone and wished she could have talked with Satyana more, she just had time to give satyana a friendly "Hey Yana, i hope to see you later on in the party."

Karn, now delighted

It doesn't matter that Ian is here, it only makes this all the more fun. Karn held out his open hand, and five throwing stars appeared in his hands. Now, who to kill? A young man and a woman stood out at the bar. But Ian would be such a sweet bonus, and then there would be one problem out of the way....

An evil grin full of malice spread across Karn's face, ok, lover boy. Here's the price for your lack of vigilance. Karn let loose a flock of shurikan, guided by his thoughts toward the young man........

OCC: the party is about to crash.......

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Jonathan Constantine

Something felt wrong, like the air was wrong, it was as though the spirits were attempting to tell Jonathan something. "Oh well.." He reached over for his ale and tumbled out of his seat, it finally seemed to be getting him. Then a several solid "thunks" resounded against the wood backing of his seat.

"Ónófäsé-Ítchbä!" Jonathan exclaimed as he realized that several shurkins missed his body by more inches, "Dalrus! Get away!" A table in front of him became a shield in a solid second and he scanned the surrounding buildings for the source of the assault.

Ian

There was faint whisper and several thudding sounds that sounded like metal and wood. Ian spun around and saw the man take cover as a swarm of shurikan embedded themselves into the wooden bar and dissappear moments later. The partygoers were screaming and running around in blind panic...... Then he ran his gaze over the nearby rooftops for Karn. He has to be close, or that attack wouldn't have been possible.

Karn, show yourself! This is our fight not their's! Ian shouted mentally into the air. There was an instant reply. Hello Ian, you must realize that I came here for my own amusment, not our own fued. But if you really want to face me then so be it.

Ian was releaved and tense, ok, so he's going to fight me. Good, but I wish I had some back-up for this one.......


OCC: come on Dantrag, Ian wants Rann's help.

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan noticed the Imperial bring out his weapon and pull out towards the.. assailant.

"Friend of yours?" He growled, and unsheathed his own back sword.

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Flogir

Flogir had all ready made his trade with Flint and decided that he would attend this party that was going on at the Countess' Estate. So he quickly took his purchases, placed them in his cart and decided to put on his finer clothing he kept on him just in case he dealt with a nobel of some sorts.

By the time he arrived in the Courtyard, Flogir knew something was wrong. Most people were running past him, faces frightened with fear. It was then that he saw an Imperial taking cover behind an overturned table, shurikens embedded into the wood.

Flogir immediately crouched into a defensive position, his soldier's instincts taking over. He pulled out his belt knife that he always carried, silently cursing the fact that he wished he had Iceshard with him right now. He quickly strafed his way across the yard to get behind the table. He turned to Imperial.

"Why is it that I never get to go to any of the nice parties? What seems to be going on here, sir?" he said, trying to make light the situation.

OOC: Ack! replace "Imperial" with "Breton", I meant to be speaking to Constantine

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Dalrus, Chorrol Party

Dalrus gave Jonathan a reassuring look and suddenly rose from her hiding place. Electricity flowed around her, and her hair was waving wildly as electric shocks seemed to writhe through them. Her firey emerald eyes became focused and powerful looking. "Eck nol biau ne osh!" she shouted as lightning shot from her palm towards Karn.


The Silhouette, Forest near the Morrowind border

A dark figure sat on his midnight black horse. The horse was not a normal one, abnormally large and not well groomed, it seemed to have anger in it's eyes. The horse alone would be a scary site and it was much more menacing with the hooded figured with black metal gauntlets sitting on it's back. The figure had purple glowing eyes at night, though during the day these were invisible. He sat looking over Cyrodiil not with a smile, for he never showed emotion, plus you would not be able to see it anyway, but with a steel gaze. Six more of these figures sat on their horses near him, all identicle by their black cloaks, however, the Silhouette had something they did not, his morning star mace. He was about six foot nine, two inches taller than the others, and he spoke with more evil, though they all sounded similar.

"Bring me an army" he said in the most horrible voice. His voice was half whisper half hiss, and it was one of the most terrifying voices ever. The six other Möldåirê hissed in reply to his order and road off in different directions, black shadows through the forest.

Jonathan Constantine

"Damned if I know... Bad blood between those two possibly." He motioned over towards the Imperial, "Bloody wonderful if I didn't get in the middle of..." Jonathan began to notice Dalrus.. seemingly glow, electricity rippled across her toned body and lashed out towards the figure upon the buildings.

"Hmm, someone just got a whole lot more attractive.."

Flogir

Flogir followed the Breton's motion to an Imperial, staring off in the distance, his face deep in concentration. Flogir could tell the man was not happy with the situation at all, but yet he still expressed determination.

"Well it definately seems he knows something..." Flogir mused while maintaining his cover. He had no idea where the attacker was at the moment so he thought this would be the best thing to do at the moment.

He then noticed out of the corner of his eye the light emanating from the waitress that worked at the Lokken Tavern. Upon hearing the Breton's remark, Flogir chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder heartily.

"Well, if either the two of us had a chance, it would likely be you. I'm far too old for a lass like that. Now if you'll excuse me..." Flogir said, quickly making his way towards the Imperial to figure out the situation.

Ian

Suddenly there were plenty of people that seemed ready to fight. Note to self: pay more attention to 'normal' folk Ian berated himself. At least I have that back up now, but none of them look like stealth specialists. Oh well, I can't really complain.... Ian snapped his fingers and two bound daggers appeared in the air as Ian caught them. He's on the roof of that on tower in the main square! He yelled telepathically to the others..... I hope they know what their arts like I do, he mused.......

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Karn

Karn shook with anticipation, ah, look how they all arrayed against me. Then there was a flash of lightning from that one girl which he sidestepped. Not bad, but can you fight hand-to-hand as well as cast spells? He burst of the tower and landed in the road to look over his opponents...... "This will be fun," He muttered aloud, as he stabbed a guard who tried to sneak up on him...... Better luck next time......

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Rann

Rann, didn't overhear anything except the commotion outside. He looked towards the door, to make sure nobody was coming in, and when he looked back towards his father and Countess Valga, they were gone. Rahvin was taking her someplace safe. It was his job, after all.

He pulled his katana from its sheath on his back and strode out the door, not seeing Satyana as he passed her.

He walked right into an odd scene. People standing at the ready, with a strange man being their apparent target.

He found himself beside the man that was staring at him earlier. "We may not be on the best of terms, but I would like to know what the hell is going on." he said to him.

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan interjected, "Seems his friend over their is in the mood for a party, and not quite the one we were at.." He stopped talking and inched closer to the target gripping his back sword in one hand, absently groping the pommel of his dirk in the other, ready to whip it out in a moments notice.

Flogir

Flogir was quite surprised to hear a voice inside his head telling him where the attacker was. In all of his years of battle, this was a first.

Brushing off the odd sensation, Flogir noticed the Dunmer he met in Bruma, named Sel, appear from out of the castle. Flogir intended to acknowledge him but he noticed that Sel instead asked the Imperial to figure out what was going on. Curious himself, Flogir listened intently as he kept a wary eye on the surroundings.

Luper Alkad, dealing with clichés.

Luper continued his grin.
,,Well, aren't you lucky that I'm not your average Redguard. You see, I love Magicka." He said before knocking Sodsa of his feet with a wave of Telekinesis. Luper then marched for the door.
,,It's getting late and I want to try out the booze at the party. See you around, shortie."
,,Oh, one more thing. Your pants are on fire." He added after having 'accidentally' flicked a small fireball at the Bosmer.


(The fire isn't anything serious, just a little bit of smoke. I bet that Sodsa is quite angry now though.)

Flint Ironwood, the party.

Flint had remained behind while figuring out whether or not he should change clothes. He decided not to. Now, he was happy for that.
,,What is going on here?" He muttered when he arrived. He cast his jumps spell followed by invisibility and flew up to the castle wall. Once there, he unsheathed his two katanas, the Storm and the Blade. He was aware that he'd turned visible again. It didn't matter. With his hood drawn over his face, he looked exactly like a Dark Brotherhood assassin.

,,The brotherhood of the night has arrived! Pray for your souls, mortals!" He shouted to hopefully get the attention of everyone. If they would start aiming for him, he could always escape. Flint coughed under his breath.
,,Creepy voices are bad for my throat. Now let's hope that no one realizes that a real assassin wouldn't go yelling at people."

Satyana, following after Rann, without being seen

Satyana overheard the commotion outside, and hoped the Countess was taken to a safe place. She noticed Rann coming out of the chambers of Her Highness and head towards the scene of the noise.

She followed him just as far from him not to be noticed, and went into the same odd scene as Rann. She put her hand over her mouth and quickly stepped farther into the shadows. She feared that some kind of fight would start soon, and prepared in her mind to cast some healing-spells if necessary.

Dalrus....I hope you are OK....and Rann....be careful...

Ian

Ian glanced at the Dunmer. "My 'friend' here, is intent on hurting a lot of people for his amusement......" Then after a moment ian felt the need to adress his suspisions. "So, assassin boy, you want to be a hero?" Karn evaluated all of them with cold eyes...... "Be ready for anything." Then, in a quieter voice. "Why didn't I bring my bow?"

Suddenly someone shouted from the castle walls, Ian glanced upward, as did everyone else (Karn included).

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Karn

A young Dunmer in dark clothes stepped beside Ian and whispered something to him. Ian muttered a quiet reply, and the Dunmer nodded slightly. And then some fool was shouting from atop the battlements, odd, one would think the Dark Brotherhood knew how to accomplish silent kills...... Oh, well...

"Seven against one," He shouted. "That seems a little unfair." Then grinning malevolently. "So I shall make it even less equal!" Karn made several rapid hand signs and felt a tearing sensation. He opened his eyes, and beheld six of his carbon copies (each with his power and knowledge). "Now prey," he chuckled. "Face your death."