Veric

In a flash of light the three men disappeared from the shack and reappeared in the sewers below the Imperial City marketplace.

"This is your secure hideout?" Sadril asked looking around the dark passageway.

"Safest place in the empire," Veric answered back, already climbing a makeshift ladder leading to the world above. Sadril followed but once above ground he simply walked off into the night without a word. "Must be hungry," Veric said, partially talking to himself, partially explaining to Voltar. "Do you have any business to take care of?"

Voltar

Voltar shook his head. "I have no business to see to," he answered, watching Sadril stalk off.

"But I am curious about your relationship with the vampire." Voltar had noticed it was quite an odd companionship, and not one he was familiar with hearing about either.

Veric

Veric began walking aimlessly with Voltar through the darkened Imperial streets. He seemed quite arrogant to be walking the streets so haphazardly fresh out of a twenty year confinement. "He is an interesting character. Lives for himself and not another soul.

"When I need some sort of spying or infiltration done I call upon him. He is quite deceptive and a good actor, most call him an assassin but he is simply a liar without match," Veric continued on, clearly enjoying himself. "You can't trust him at all though. He is quite the traitor, selling my secrets; but he also sells me secrets to my advantage. He seems to try to keep a balance in this world, constantly switching sides in the midst of turmoil. One day when the time is right I will send him to his death, but until then he is still a semi-useful rogue pawn."

Voltar

Voltar followed Veric along the streets, listening intently. He found out that Veric's and Sadril's relationship was indeed odd. He also took note of Veric's final remarks. The idea that Veric thought the same way about him crossed Voltar's mind then.

Surely after freeing him and allowing him his chance to get what he wants he wouldn't do that to me... No matter, as long as I have the Staff, I'm sure I match, possibly even surpass Veric in power. He is of no threat of me... he thought warily, his face an expression of nothingness.

"So? Are we going somewhere, or are we just randomly roaming the streets?" Voltar inquired.

Asven

Asven accepted the invitation wordlessly, walking into the cave. "Your call tasted of blood." he said flatly.



Rann

Rann turned around and held out his hand to help Satyana up. "Come on, Sis. We have to get going."

OOC: where were we with Rahvin/Brianna?

Veric

"We are just randomly roaming the streets, however I feel like a drink, I haven't had one in ages. Do you know if the Bloated Float is still around?" Veric asked almost rhetorically as the two began to make there way towards the harbor.

At this point Veric made an attempt to hide his presence. He changed his form into a middle aged Redguard with a short military style haircut. He also attempted to supress what magickal presence he had, but it is very possible that after twenty years he had gotten a bit rusty at it.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked Voltar regarding his temporary race change. He spoke as if it were a small feat, changing ones appearance.

Voltar

Voltar was looking straight ahead when he answered Veric's question. "Yes, the Bloated Float is stll around, it's located at the Waterfront as usual," he answered and looked to Veric.

He found himself looking at a Redguard instead, and it nearly caught him surprised. He had heard about Veric's shapeshifting ways, but to actually see it happen was astonishing. Voltar hid his emotions well though, attempting to look as if he's seen shapeshifting done plenty of times.

"No, not at all, it makes sense to keep a low profile with yourself. I don't need to worry myself though, the only people who know of me are in the Summersett Isles. To the Float then."

He had to admit though, seeing a Redguard with those yellow eyes was somewhat unsettling.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint was waiting for an answer when he suddenly slapped his forehead.
,,Oh, I totally forgot! I'll be right back!" He told the group and then dashed back to the Bloated Float.

,,Look, sir. I need about three small bottles of flin and an apple. Could you provide that, please?" He asked the barkeeper, fidgeting around impatiently. The bartender nodded and dissappeared into the storage room.
There was the sound of crates being moved and a few muttered curses. Flint rolled his eyes.
,,This is going to take a while, might as well warn the others." The Breton thought and stepped outside again.

,,Hey, guys! My order is going to take a bit longer! I'll meet you at the library! Sir, please think about the letter. You can give me the answer later!" He shouted at the group before walking back inside and sitting down on a stool. He pulled the hood of his Dark Brotherhood cloak over his face. It had worked last night during a bar brawl, so it would probably be enough to keep any new customers off his back.

Veric

Veric and Voltar eventually made it to the Waterfront. Outside the Bloated Float a peculiar lot of people stood, among them a young man helping an equally young drunk woman. Veric's pace increased slightly as he walked straight through the lot, rather rudely. He assumed Voltar did the same right behind him.

He entered the Bloated Float, ordered a flin for himself and whatever Voltar would have. "So tell me about your background as a Mage," Veric said to Voltar as they settled in.

Jonathan Constantine

As the two walked by Jonathan passed a small glance towards them. Something was odd.

"Rann.. I think it would be a good idea to hurry to the library and get out of here. Now." His voiced softening to keep if from carrying.

Atlec the Wanderer

He was partly upon the shack when an extremely vibrant light erupted from the building and a splurge of magickal energy was released. The power moved, teleportation it appeared.

Normally Altec wouldn't pursue, but the power he felt, if it were attainable he could finally cleanse this world of the abomination that he was.. And his brother.

Voltar

Voltar followed alongside Veric as they went through the group milling outside the Float and entered. He chose a spot beside a man in a black hood, Veric sat to Voltar's left. Voltar ordered a glass of wine when Veric offered a buy a drink and then he turned towards the "Redguard".

"Well I was discovered by my town's local Mages Guild Chapter in the Summersett Isles. They soon found that I was naturally gifted under the schools of Conjuration, Alteration, and Mythicism. So I basically studied there for awile. I left because they sought to corner me into one school of magic. I simply couldn't abandon my focus on mastering as many schools as possible, so I decided to abandon those old oafs and teach myself how to master all magical schools. Turns out, it takes a lot of time to do so," he said, taking a sip of wine to wet his throat.

"My greatest strengths still lie in my abilities with Conjurative, Mystic, or Alternative magic, but I'm also quite proficient in Destruction, and I've learnt what I deemed necessary in Illusion. I guess during your absense, I would've been considered the greatest spellcaster on Nirn. Our course, that might be different now," he said and laughed dryly.

Veric

"You flatter me. Though that's still quite a title to proclaim yourself to. Myself, I stick to the workings of Alteration and Illusion. I have found that a many number of things can be accomplished with a greater knowledge of both. Of course if you have done your research, which it seems you have, you probably know this," as Veric spoke Sadril entered the Bloated Float and sat to the left of Veric. He seemed flustered and slightly out of breath. "Eat well?" Veric asked in a sarcastic tone.

"I hate it when people lie in bed awake," Sadril replied before adding, "Do you know who the people are who were standing outside of this place?"

(give mallet a post so i dont have a conversation without him )

Flint Ironwood, waiting for his supplies.

The bartender was still making a mess of the storage room. In the meantime, two men had joined Flint at the bar. Well, not quite joined. They just happened to be sitting near, that's all. Flint couldn't help but listen in on the conversation, old thieve skills kicking in.
,,Wow, not exactly too modest there, are we? Best spellcaster in Nirn?"

Flint turned towards the two new ones. He'd become curious.
,,Forgive me for intruding on your conversation. I heard that you are a spellcaster? I must admit I've never seen a Redguard spellcaster before. I guess I'm still vulnerable to prejudices. Sorry about that." He said and then glanced towards the open door beyond which the bartender let out a particular violent curse as he dropped a barrel on his foot.

Flint frowned, both because of the curse and because of what he'd seen.
,,Yellow eyes. Creepy........yet why do I have the feeling I've seen those eyes before?"

It was then that a familiar man walked in. Flint's could just prevent his mouth from falling open.
,,Crap! It's that vampire! I haven't seen him since.....twenty years ago! Those eyes, they belong to that Breton! Crap again!"

Flint rose up from his stool.
,,Hey, know what? I don't have time for you to find my supplies. I'm off!" He shouted at the bartender and left the Bloated Float as fast as he could without looking suspicious. Once outside, he broke into a full speed run.
,,I have to warn the others. Me and my paranoia, I hate it when my paranoia is right."

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Dec 2 2006, 10:52 PM

Voltar

Voltar shrugged his shoulder indifferently to answer Sadril's question. It was then that the hooded man decided to vacate the Bloated Float, a worried expression on his face.

"Hmm, it seems that you two have unsettled that man," Voltar remarked.

Sadril

Sadril watched the hooded man leave abruptly. He gave one look at Veric, to which Veric replied with a nod. As quickly as the hooded man had left Sadril was out the door, knocking a chair over as he ran out.

He stepped outside, looked around and saw the hooded man sprinting away in the distance. He sprinted after him, and although the vampire was faster than the fleeing Breton there was no telling if Sadril would reach him before he reached whomever he was trying to warn.

Still, Sadril ran as fast as he could, prepared to cut down the hooded figure if necessary.

Veric

Veric chuckled, "Don't worry, Sadril should handle it. Your expertise in Destruction, they wouldn't happen to entail the sinking of boats from the inside, would they?" he asked quietly. More than likely it wouldn't come to such a thing, but Veric felt that making a statement may be in order.

Long one, sorry

Hecate
Imperial Prison, Cyrodiil

Chained to the old, rough stone wall encased in shadows Hecate silently glared at the locks around his wrists. He’d been watching these locks for twenty years. He dodged the sentence of getting executed the day he got captured by the guards, wasn’t hard as Hecate was the type that did not fear death, so locking him up in chains for the rest of his life would fit much better – too bad that would be a lethal mistake.

Twenty years had been long enough for this assassin and he’d already found a way out from these chains. Simply by bashing on locks against the stone wall for twenty years along with trying to pick the lock was enough to break it open. Still something about this night felt different, like it was ment for him to escape.

As the nightfall approached and the room went totally dark, Hecate rose up and threw the locks to the side and slowly moved towards the cell door. With his back against the wall and hands following the rough surface he moved up to the door waiting for the new watch guard. He soon heard the sound of iron boots making their way down the arched stairs.

As the guard walked by Hecate’s cell Hecate’s right hand launched out and grabbed the guards arm and jerked it against the celldoor, sending the guard crashing into the iron bars. Hecate followed with a quick twist of the guard’s wrist, meanwhile his left arm grabbed the guard’s throat setting the fingers deep into his windpipe; choking the guard along with silencing him. Hecate’s right arm came up quickly after, grabbing the guards jaw whilst the left changed grip, with a swift movement the guard’s neck snapped instantly and Hecate guided his limb body to the ground before taking his key and opening the cell door. Hecate could only but give off a cruel smile as his hands hadn’t taken any life for over twenty years.

Hecate opened the cell door and quickly made his way for the arch stairs, grabbing the guard’s sword on the way.

Simple.

He unlocked the door at the top and entered a circular room with an Imperial Jailer sitting by a desk in the middle. The jailer was stunned for a moment before he suddenly saw Hecate leaping forward with the sword. The Jailer threw himself to the side, grabbing his large mace and brought up his mace wonderfully and blocked Hecate’s strike.
Hecate went a few steps back getting in position before the jailer charged forward, his mace coming down quickly. Hecate's blade intercepted the strike, reflecting the mace to the right whilst taking a wide step to the left.
The jailer nearly stumbled forward, crashing into the wall but he quickly altered his feet and tackled Hecate before his mace followed his move. The furious mace came sideways for Hecate’s neck, Hecate managed to duck in the last moment and launched a quick but clumsy thrust for the jailers stomach which just bounced of the jailer’s tough armor.
Hecate sighed; he had surely gotten slower and less precise. He snapped out of the thought once he saw that the mace came down against the now crouched assassin. Hecate suddenly made a quick step aside, dodging the mace before leaping up into the air. Whilst in the air the assassin flipped his blade into an end-over-end spin, before catching it with a reverse grip and thrust it straight into the forehead of the jailer before landing gently – leaving the sword in the jailers face. The jailer stood still for a moment with wide-open eyes before he slowly fell backwards hitting the floor dead.

Hecate leaned over the dead imperial before he looked at his palm.

Didn’t expect doing that when I was over fifty.

Moving his eyes away from his palm, Hecate scanned the crates in the room – knowing his equipment should be in one of them. After finding his gear, Hecate stuffed all of it except his weapons into a small backpack and attached his sheaths to his belt.

Hecate opened the door out to the prison courtyard, diving into the shadows unnoticed. He made his way swiftly past the guards outside before reaching the houses along the wall. He made his way up on the roofs unseen before climbing the last feet before getting over the edge of the huge wall and dove off the side landing hard in the bushes outside and took off into the night. Hecate was free but the news would come soon.

Hecate made his way along the City Isle, heading for the Waterfront where he could easily overtake a shack and gather some food. He was already drained by energy escaping and hadn’t had a real good meal in twenty years.

OCC: Bit simple but got a bit much to write

Flint Ironwood, putting a bit of pace in his step.

Flint got increasingly worried as he kept running. He also became increasingly tired.
,,I'm too old for this." He muttered and stopped for a moment to catch a breath. He looked around and saw the vampire running towards him.
,,Oh, how often do I have to think crap today?" The Breton though to himself. He knew that he could never outrun the vampire. He hadn't been able to do that twenty years ago and he definitely couldn't now. Though outjumping was a whole different story.

There was a slight focussing of Magicka, then the man shot up into the sky, straight towards the tower at the center of the city. He could see the group he was supposed to meet down below and altered his course so he would land right between them.
,,Ok, now this is definitely not my idea of a nice day."





(Note: Sadril might recognize the jumping spell used. It is a typical Flint thing. I don't know if he can keep up though. Who knows? My vampiric knowledge doesn't say how good their aerial mobility is.)

Voltar

Heh, less than one day of returning Veric to this dimension and we're all ready running into his old "friends" Voltar thought, returning his attention back to Veric.

"Well, boats are flammable, and it wouldn't take too much to punch a hole through the hull," Voltar comtemplated, looking around at his surroundings, "With all the alcohol in this place, fire would likely cause it to sink with a bang. Probably need a resist fire spell to make sure we don't roast ourselves," he added.

It was looking that things could possibly get a little heated around here. Ohwell, Voltar would do what he must.

OOC: God! That pun is horrible!

Satyana

Satyana followed them outside. The fresh air did her good and her mind cleared up. She was quite happy to stick around Rann.....and Jonathan of course!

What shall I do to get him to notice me?......

(not that good lol)
Sadril

That's Flint's old trick. That damn Breaton still persists?

Not missing a beat, Sadril altered his course on the ground to match the direction Flint had taken off towards. His instincts began kicking in and he could almost feel himself begin to lose control. It had been a long while since he had a good hunt. He watched the figure land and took note of the general area, although the tall walls of the Imperial City made that slightly hard to do.

Flint's trick had probably only bought him a few extra moments, Sadril would be upon him and now the others shortly.



Veric

"Good, but it probably won't be required that we go that far. Now we just wait a few minutes," Veric answered calmly as he sipped his drink. His cover had been blown, it would seem, yet he remained outwardly calm.