Jonathan Constantine

"Flint! What in the nine are you doing!" Jonathan yelled out as (as Jonathan perceived) the Breton nearly landed on him.

Flint Ironwood, the Breton has landed.

Flint landed nearly on top of Jonathan. He fell to the ground while the rest of the group appeared to be quite startled at the sight of a Breton falling from the sky.
,,Sorry.......he's......back." Flint muttered, gasping for breath. He took a deep breath before shouting at the top of his lungs.

,,THE BRETON THAT TRIED TO KILL BRIANNA IS BACK!!!! HIS VAMPIRE IS COMING TO GET US RIGHT NOW! DRAW YOUR WEAPONS!" He then collapsed on the ground again.
,,Ok, I...need...some...air."

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Flogir

Flogir jumped when Flint suddenly dropped from the sky. "Gah! Flying assassins!" he said before he realised who it was.

"Jeez, Flint! Couldn't you have just ran to catch up with us? There's no need to scare the guar dung outta us!" he scolded.


Voltar

Voltar returned back to his wine. Sadril seemed like a capable person, even if he did fail, Veric didn't seem to be one who cared about an inconvienance such as that for too long. Voltar liked that kind of thinking, being a conjurist, there were often cases where the creatures he summoned proved useless. All he had to do was banish it and summon something more appropriate. It's all about efficiency.

Too bad this one isn't a good one, I would enjoy this day that much more... Voltar thought randomly.

Sadril

Sadril quickly rounded a corner that lead to the street where a group was gathered. He quickly backpedaled behind the corner and listened. He heard Flint exclaim the return of Veric, or rather 'That Breton', and sighed. He clutched his chest, looking as if he were out of breath but he really rested his hand on his amulet. The word's out, Veric. The descendants of Brianna know of your return.

A long silence followed.

Follow them. Veric's voice resounded in Sadril's head. Sadril promptly removed the amulet from his neck and tucked it away in a secure pocket. He brushed his wild silver hair back and took a deep breath to supress his urges before rounding the corner and bellowing out, "FLINT! Why do you run?! How long has it been?! Twenty years?!" He approached the group with a genuinely pleasant expression across his face.


Veric

"Follow them," Veric said aloud seemingly to the air. He glanced at Voltar while simultaneously and silently casting a resist fire spell on himself. "The words out, time to make a statement."

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Satyana

Satyana jumped aside as Flint came down from the air

"Whew....watch it there!" She laughed......it was a bit funny after all. What was not funny was him shouting that someone tried to kill Brianna......did he mean her mother? Her mother whom she never have met.....

Satyana shrugged and moved closer to her brother.......

"Rann...what is happening?" she whispered

Flint Ironwood, overextending himself.

,,Wha?.........Don't pull the good buddy routine on me. We were never good friends. On top of that, you seemed to be quite friendly with the bad guy just a few moments ago! Stay away!" Flint shouted despite his lack of breath and fired a huge Telekinetic wave at Sadril, throwing a couple of unsuspecting people walking around into the air. Exhausted from his action, he collapsed, unconscious.


(Ok, I'm off to bed. Since it seems like you'll be rp-ing for a while, Flint is going to take a little nap.)

Flogir

Flogir wasn't happy about the news. "Vampire! A vampire is coming after us! Who the hell do you guys run into!?" he practically shouted at Flint. It was then that a man dressed in black bellowed out to Flint.

"Well, at least I made sure to go get Iceshard..." he muttered as he unsheathed the blade.


Voltar

Voltar snapped out of his reverie when Veric suddenly exclaimed to "Follow them". It looked like the time for waiting was over. He also noticed the spell Veric casted over himself. Voltar followed suit and tossed his glass of wine aside.

"Well it looks like we're about to end a staple of the Waterfront, pity," he mused and energies formed along his fingertips.

Suddenly bright sparks of heat erupted in various places that quickly grew into powerful flames that rapidly began to encompass the boat.

"Won't take long for the alcohol to go, I suggest we vacate," Voltar said, making his way towards the exit.

Sadril

Sadril crossed his arms in front of his face to protect himself from the blast; it did little to stop him from being thrown into the air however. He landed relatively gracefully, either way. He stood, recomposed himself and walked over to where Flint had collapsed. "A shame," he said before he looked up and saw Satyana and two other men, "My appologies, my name is Sadril."


Veric

Veric simply followed behind Voltar and walked out of the Bloated Float as several people gathered around to watch the wooden ship go up in smoke.

OOC: sry gotta run for a bit

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell

Whispers was heard in the wind, whispers calling yet again for Arezt Colerion. Endeavored to Azura, Arco had been wandering across the lands serving a god he no longer had faith too, who had brought him through the psychical oblivion. Whispers of unknown words was what guided him, in between he'd actually hear something he understood but in the end he would end up surpringly at the right place at the right time.

Arco encased himself in his old cloak as the wind was getting stronger and water was washed up on the docks of Ebonheart.

Ebonheart was quiet - the stars in the midnight sky faded as the clouds settled over Ebonheart and rain started poured down. Arco stood still by the boat he was about to leave with, if the weather woudn't get any worse though.

Serene alias Adriana Moranis, entering Ebonheart, Vvardenfell

At last! The flickering lights of Ebonheart was visible in front of her. She had been on the road for three days now and her feet was aching in the old ragged boots she had bought at a pawnbrokers in Pelagiad the day before yesterday. She was hungry and tired, the wind caught her worn cloak and she shrugged. The night were the worst, she hadn´t been able to find nightquarters since she left Ald´ruhn three days ago and she was totally exhausted by now.

Ebonheart was quiet tonight, scarsely anyone was out...except for a man standing at the docks, beside a boat...in fact beside the boat she probably was going to take, that is if it was leaving for the mainland tonight! The weather seemed to get worse, a cold rain started to poor down, wetting her cloak completely through.

She slowly approached the man...he did not look hostile but she was always prepared for the worst.

"Good day to you Serjo" she said politely, thoroughly covering her face with the hood of her cloak...

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell

Arco heard the stranger coming up behind him, under his cloak his hands slowly touched the curved hilts of his scimitars - people rarely came up to him and talked to him, so he didn't expect a pleasant outcome of this until he heard her voice. As soon as he spoke his eyes went wide for a second, it was familiar, he'd heard that voice before, was the last thing he heard before he died in the mountains decades ago - voice of Serene. He immidietly let go off the hilt before he turned his face around and looked at the woman, no hood or outfit could cover that voice...

Adriana/Serene

The man turned around...and in the dim light of Secunda she noticed a face she recognised....but it couldn´t be, could it? She pulled back the hood, showing her face a bit..

"Arco?" she whispered "Is it really you?" She felt a warmth run through her body. Meeting an old friend was something she really devoured at this time.

She stretched out her hand towards him, for a tenth of a second she thought: What if it´s not Arco?

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell

"Through death and a couple of decades appart, but still we meet again, Serene" Arco replied turning all the way around to the woman with a small smile on his face.

Arco had a hard time believing this, but a voice you hear before you die gets written in stone which stays in your head forever. Over twenty years had past but still he remembered her clearly, when you don't get new friends you end up thinking on those you had.

Adriana/Serene

"Shush...please, my name is Adriana Moranis, Serjo" she said , as she noticed some movement on the ship beside them

She then pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear

"Oh aye, I´m Serene alright but it´s for your ears only, I don´t want to be recognised"

"It´s so good to meet you" she then added "Are you going to take the ship to the mainland?"

The rain was pouring down very heavily now and the wind was getting stronger....and cooler

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell

"Ah, I see. Yes, I'm head towards the mainland, if I'm not mistaken this boat goes to the Waterfront, in the Imperial City" Arco replied with a low voice back to Serene.

"Think we can get omboard now, seems they are taking the chance to leave in this storm" Arco continued and started walking up on the deck of the boat.

"Good to see you too" He added halfway up before walking up and getting inside the boat where it was at least warm.

Serene/Adriana

"Ok let´s get onboard then"

Serene followed Arco on the boat. It was warm and pretty comfortable. She would at leasrt have a chance to dry her clothes. Besides it felt good to have a friend with her, a lonely woman could be regarded as prey to some......

"Really good to see you too" she smiled

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Ebonheart, Vvardenfell

Arco only smiled back to Serene before making himself comfortable, but taking off his cloak and offering it too Serene. His cloak was more resistant against water and thick so it would preserve heat, he didn't need it as he was very dry. He looked up into the ceiling whilst inside the boat, he was somewhat intruiged by why Serene went by an alias. Even more that he actually met Serene now, seemed to him that there might be something coming up... again.

What do you got for me now, Azura?

OOC: I'm off now, night..

Jonathan Constantine

"Huh, a vampire then.." Jonathan drew his back sword and rested it on his left shoulder. "Haven't delt with one of those in a while.."

He noticed a look towards Satyana and smirked a little bit, "Why would you scare our friend so, if your intentions are not ill?"

Ian

While Johnathan unsheathed his blade, Ian remained inert for several moments. He could tell this vampire wasn't to be trusted, but he seemed somewhat like a kindred spirit. Sadril seemed to go where the wind took him, and that was something agents tended to revere and admire.

As subtlely as possible, Ian readied his bow and reached for an arrow, kindred or not Ian had taken a vow to protect the younger members of the group. A small cloud of smoke curled over the walls of the Temple District. He sighed. Is it just me or does this group a magnet for trouble? I wonder what I got myself into when I accepted this contract.......

Sadril

"Huh? You mean Flint?" he asked glancing down at the collapsed Breton, "We had a run-in years ago in which we weren't exactly on the same side of the sword at first. No worries though, I've put it all behind me," he continued with a smile. It wasn't hard to miss one of the men readying his bow, but Sadril was confident he would not fire so long as he showed no hostility to the group.

Veric

Veric and Voltar walked a good way to the opposite end of the water front and watched across the water as the Bloated Float was slowly engulfed in flames. It would seem most had gotten out in time before being burnt but the fire would be equally unnerving to those who were aware of Veric's return. "This is the start of a beautiful partnership, Voltar."