Satyana

She was relieved....obviously he did believe her, now there was proof.....somewhere, if Brianna was still alive but still...

"I don´t know dear, if Veric´s dead I think we have nothing to fear, but somehow I don´t think he´s dead...I have that odd feeling, and believe me it´s sometimes a curse to be able to...."see" things"

"I think maybe we should leave Chorrol for a while, this riot here has got me worried, normally this is a quiet town....I don´t know Rann! We could speak with yo....with Rahvin, he´s a very wise man and he usually knows what to do!"

Satyana shrugged, she was very happy she´d found her brother, but it also frightened her, it was like a bad omen!

I have to warn him about our sister, she is most certainly evil...if she´s alive

Jonathan Constantine

"Abosolutely no problem my friend" Jonathan gave a slight smirk when Rann.. "interupted" them, but he'd manage. "Think of it this way, if you hadn't of been hurt then, it might of been me then.." He chuckled a bit, hoping that Sodsa would see the joke.

"Anyways, I off to get drunk, layed, and happy, well possibly not in that particular order.. Farwell." Not but thirteen paces outside the room however his jolly spree to the beverage bar was interupted by an official looking courier of the sort. "Nice pants.." Jonathan joked as the courier approached, in his stockings. If it insulted him it was apparent in his facial expression.

"Good day m'lord, the Countess wishes to see the heroes of Chorrol in her audience hall. If you'll fol.."
Jonathan stepped in for a second, "Wait! What about the alcohol? Don't tell me I don't get to drink myself silly tonight?!"

"I'm sorry m'lord, perhaps after your meet..." the courier began to retort.

"Well then! Lead the way fancy pants!" Jonathan exclaimed.

In the Hall

When he arrived it seemed he was the only one there. No one else had a arrived yet and the countess wasn't present either. "Bastardes..."

He sat on a chair off to the side of the hall with his feet propped up upon a suit of armor, and began to give in to sleep....

(OOC: Common peeps, take my lead!!)

Rann

"I've heard a lot of things about my dad. Wise was never one of them." he said. "Anyway, before we start skipping town, we should relax or something. There's plenty of food and drink downstairs."

He opened the door only to find a man standing there. "The countess requests your audience."

"What else is new?" he asked no one in particular as he headed out the door.

"You too." the man said to Satyana.

At first Rann had thought that the countess was going to send he and his father somewhere. Now that Satyana was being invited, he wasn't so sure.

Rann headed downstairs and walked into the throne room. Only one person was there - the fellow who had been eying his sister - and he looked as if he was going to topple right out of his chair when he fell asleep.

"You know what's going on here?" he asked him, saving his 'don't mess with my sister' speech for a later time.

Ian

Ian woke with a start as a rough hand shook him awake. The bartender of the Lokken, was standing beside his seat. "You might consider leaving, 'cause were closing for the night." Said the Bartender. Ian shrugged and walked out to the cool evening air. Might as well search the castle for those kids, he thought.

To his surprise, Ian found everyone gathered in the great hall of Castle Chorrol. The flirting boy was half-asleep on the bench. While Rann and...... Satyana, that was it, stood milling around. Their actually pretty similar now that we're not in a fight. Ian paused to think it over..... Could they be siblings?

Jonathan Constantine

In fact Jonathan did topple right out his chair when Rann spoke. He landed on the ground, half dazed, half stunned, all annoyed.

"I don't know.. Heroes of Chorrol or something.. guess something to do with that bloke earlier." He paused and rubbed his eyes. "You know.. I had the weirdest dream.. Something about this guy Megil, and a city.. Something about Vvardenfell.. Magnificient city it was."

Jonathan stood up and almost removed his eye patch, but caught himself before he actually did. Its not that he didn't have an eye, and its not that it didn't work.. It's just that it was odd.. A instance in his past, one with foul magicka changed his eye, and it remained solid white, no pupil. However he could still see as it still existed, in fact he gained the ability to see in a plane that seemingly did not exist. So the eyepatch didn't even hinder his vision, but used it to his advantage in many a situtiation. After all, closing your eyes and still being able to see is always a plus.

Rahvin

"Send me instead." Rahvin pleaded.

"No." the Countess replied, "I won't have your son doing your entire job. He'd make a terrible mess of things without you telling him what to do. He has nowhere near the amount of experience you do."

"Then why send him off on this kind of mission?"

"He won't be alone, Rahvin, and I want you here to do your job."

They grew nearer to the door to the great hall, and fell silent.

Rann

Rann noticed him fumbling with his patch, but didn't ask about it, or even act as if he had noticed.

Everyone has their secrets. he thought, rubbing his arm where his tattoo sat under his clothes. He knew it was more than mere ink, as it looked identical to his father's. No artist could recreate such a thing with such precision.

What exactly it was, he never found out.

"Great, that means I can get going." he answered, not caring much for fame. He turned to leave, but was stopped as the Countess and his father entered.

"Sit down, Rann." the Countess ordered.

As he sat, she looked around. "There's only three of you. Where are the others?" She asked.

"Satyana should be here soon." Rann replied. "Don't know about anyone else."

"Well it looks like we'll be waiting here for awhile, doesn't it?" the Countess said as she sat down in her own large, comfortable, and imposing throne.

Ian

Ian crossed his arms over his chest. This doesn't bode well....... Wonder what could upset sweet Valga He thought jokingly..... He could think these thoughts because he was experienced in disiplines that helped guard one's mind from intrution. The Countess and an older Dunmer strode into the room. Now that Ian thought of it Rann greatly resembled this older mer.
He certainly looked more experienced than the young man. Could be his father.... He mused. Ian took a leaning position on the wall arms still crossed, and stared at the floor. Might as well see how this turns out..........

Flogir

By the time Flogir arrived at the meeting, most of the participants in the fight were all ready waiting. Even the Countess was present.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, his words slurred by alcohol, "I was busy.... celebratin'." A sheepish grin spread across his face.

"I brought an extra mug of ale. Who wants it?" he asked, raising the mug in the air, the head of the ale slopping over the rim of the glass onto the floor.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he said apologetically.

Damnit fool! Don't embarass yourself in front of the noble! he chided himself as he tried to compose himself.

Jonathan Constantine

"I could cry.. That beautiful mug of ale.. spilled everywhere.. You big oaf, have a seat before to much of that mead goes to your head.." Jonathan got up and let Flogir have is seat.

OOC: minque asked that we drag Satyana along, so we can take minimal control of her

Rann

Rann raised his hand when Flogir asked who wanted the ale, but promptly put it back down when he caught the Countess sending him a not-so-friendly glare.

Satyana entered then, for some reason taking a bit longer than he to get down here. She quietly sat down and waited for the meeting to officially begin.

"Where's the bosmer? And that other breton?" he asked, trying to get the Countess's attention away from his previous slip-up.

Flogir

"Don't get your undergarmets in a knot, I only spilt a little," Flogir said heatedly as he headed towards the chair.

"I'll gladly take that chair though," he said as he handed the extra mug over to Jonathan.

"Take it, it'll calm your nerves. You seem a little uppity," he said chuckling, a wide grin on his face. He then remembered the current situation, so he forced a serious expression and looked around at everyone else.

"So what's the point to this meeting? Or are there some more people to wait for yet? I think I remember that the pretty lass from the Lokken Inn was helping us out. She's probably went home..." he said to no one in particular.

Jonathan Constantine

"Oh, you mean.. Dalrus..." He then looked over at Satyana. "Damn't, talk about having my knickers in a knot.."

"I believe she went towards the Mages Guild, however I'm not to entirely certain.." Jonathan sipped the ale, "And maybe I am a bit uppity, having someone blatantly trying to kill you kinda plays with your nerves if you know what I mean. Those shurkins were sharp.."

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Rann

"Right, weren't you kissing her earlier?" he asked, in an overly innocent tone.

And not half an hour before moving on to my sister. Scumbag.

Flogir

Flogir guffawed. "I guess I should've brought an extra mug of ale for you as well, Sel," he said, still unaware of Rann's real name.

Having spent a lot of his time listening to people talk. Flogir had a good idea on hidden meanings when people said things. For instance, he could tell that Sel wasn't very impressed with Jonathan's character. Sure, Jonathan can be a bit of an boatmaster, but he seemed to be the type you could either tolerate or even like. Flogir had to admit, even with just the little bit of talking he had done with all the people here, he figured he could talk with Jonathan the easiest. He seemed to at least have a sense of humour.

Ohwell, things can't always be perfect for me, can they? he thought absently.

Rann

"It's Rann." he corrected. "I lied - you understand." he said, obviously not wanting to delve too deep into how they already knew each other.

He was actually surprised that Flogir - if that was really his name - didn't catch the lie, seeing as the name Sel was pretty well-known, even if nobody had a real face to put to that name.

Jonathan Constantine

"Sel? I thought his name was Rann?" Jonathan motioned towards Rann, or at least who he thought Rann was.

"I thought Sel was the mer that helped fight against Arcyakt with Serene and several other heroes? That was quite a long time ago though.. Back before the emperor died I believe." Jonathan sat back now, he was intrigued and oddly, always loved discussing history even given his rebellious tendencies.

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Ian

As the conversation continued Ian noticed that the older assassin seemed as detatched from the dialog as he was. Spurred on by some onconsious habit Ian abandoned his position on the wall, and approached the Dunmer. "Greetings, assassin," he adressed him in a measurebly quiet voice. "I take it that Rann is your son." Then without waiting for an answer. "He has quite a bit of potential." Ian would gadge the elf's response and find out his basic character...... Hopefully he is a kindred spirit......

Flogir

Flogir laughed loudly to coverup his embarassment. He should've known that Rann wouldn't have used his real name for such business.

"Of course I know who the real Sel is, or was, or whatever. Maybe the name became popular because of what he did, ya know. It has been over 20 years. There can be more than one Dunmer named Sel," Flogir said to cover himself. He decided to add something else.

"My name IS Flogir, if any one of you are wondering now."

Flogir sat back in his chair, annoyed now that people seemed to be questioning his intelligence. Then a thought crossed his mind.

Damn! I should've blamed the booze! That would've been better...

Rann

"Yeah, Sel's kind of a childhood hero of mine. First name that popped into my head at the time, I guess." he said, respecting Sel's wish for privacy by not revealing the fact that he knew the mer.

Rahvin

Rahvin smiled a bit. "If he ever gets something between those ears, he'll do fine." he said in response to Ian.

He looked over at the countess, who seemed very frustrated at the tardiness of the few absent guests, as well as the conversation before her.

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Ian

Ian cocked his, but nodded. "Don't worry," He gestured toward the young ones. "Their under my wing and I'll do all I can to see that everyone gets out of this in as few pieces as possible."
Then he paused. "I know how it is to raise a boy without a mother to lend a hand." A thought went through Ian's mind. "What kind of assassin training did you get? Professional or self-taught?"
If it's the later, then this mer might not be all I thought he was......