Flogir

Flogir had trouble keeping his jaw from falling from all the information he was hearing. Imagine what gossip this could be! Unfortunately he knew that information like this was not meant to be shared and since he wasn't leaving the group anytime soon, he'd likely not have the chance to talk to random people privately.

Still, he placed the information in his backlog. Whenever the chance for a good sell arrived, he had would have the information required.

"Well, if we got a vampire joining the group, it looks like we're going draw a lot of eyes..." Flogir muttered, looking at the crowd that was growing around them.


Voltar


"All I know is that it has power. A lot of it. I have heard rumors that crimerate has lowered by alot. Obviously, this presense is collecting them to the Valus Mountains, as if they are building an army. It seems to be satisfied now, since I haven't heard any of it's callings anymore. So I expect all hell to break loose soon in the east," he said, walking beside Veric, a awkward expression formed on his face.

"I don't believe it's a creature of Nirn though... it's abilities are... foreign to say the least. It could pose some problem to us. Other than that, I have no idea what it is, or a name."

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Veric

Veric stopped in thought for a moment, a serious expression on his face. For what must have been several minutes he stood in the middle of the road thinking. It was akward to say the least, until Veric broke the silence, "Very well. We will leave tomarrow to the Valus Mountains to deal with the matter." It was clear there was something else on his mind however, and after few more moments of walking wordlessly Veric once again spoke, "Do you believe in fate, Voltar? Do you believe that there is a path set before us and we have no choice but to walk it?"

Veric felt Voltar was a man who could be trusted, one of two in all of Nirn he had met thus far. The other Veric had lost track of since he was banished.

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan sheethed his sword but kept a weary eye over the vampire.

He walked up beside Satyana wanting to ask her something. "Do you know whats going on here? I'm just a desperado from the Imperial City, not some big wig adventurer like Sel, or Serene.."

Tails of their exploits and victory so many years before vaulted the heroes to near god like status amongst the few commoners that knew their names.

Voltar

Voltar waited patiently for Veric's desicion as he stood there and pondered on it. Upon hearing the outcome, Voltar nodded.

"Sounds ideal, we'll at least know what we're dealing with, and if worse came to worse, we'll manage an escape if needed," he thought aloud. He noticed then that Veric had something else on his mind as well.

Knowing that he would hear what was on his mind, Voltar resumed walking alongside Veric until he revealed his question. It was one that he didn't quite expect, by nonetheless Voltar thought and formed an answer.

"Fate you say... I would have to say I do believe in it. Every since I heard of you, I knew that we would meet eventually. As I believe, the powerful should rule, and obviously we are among the powerful ones. We deserve the Empire. I also did not think it was coincidence that Sadril stumbled upon my home with that amulet the night that my ability in freeing you was met. That has only solidified my beliefs in fate," Voltar said slowly, thinking out his words carefully, "But do I think that fate can be changed? That sounds like a better question in my opinion."

Satyana
Satyana smiled as Jonathan approached her, but when he asked her that question she didn´t really hear him..just those names "Sel" and "Serene"

Dose he also know them? How extraordinary....my grandmother is that famous?

"Ehh...I..I don´t know, but Jonathan...do you know Sel...and Serene? You know Serene is my grandmother....and Uncle Sel...well I do know him, he used to tell stories....wonderful, scary stories..I loved them but I couldn´t sleep after hearing them"

Satyana giggled....when thinking of that

"Maybe Rann knows....I have no idea, but it scares me..all these people.....from the past, suddenly they appear here....and now!"

Satyana shrugged and walked closer to Jonathan...

"You´re a very sweet desperado" she said , smiling

Veric

"Fate, by definition, cannot be changed. That's the idea of it. You walk down a path, but instead of giong straight you turn left," he continued, and as he spoke Veric and Voltar coincidently turned left, now heading towards the Tiber Septim Hotel. "You may think you have altered your destiny by turning left, but what if you were never meant to go straight? Then you have only fooled yourself..." Twenty years ago Veric would not often get in conversations like this, but one would figure that his confinement had given him a craving for a good discussion with one he would consider an intellectual equal.

Rann

Rann rolled his eyes at that last statement and took it as his cue to leave. He fell in beside Sadril as they began to head towards the library.

"I have one question for you before I tell you where to find my father." he said, waiting for Sadril to agree.

Sadril

Sadril too rolled his eyes at Satyana's remark. He looked at Rann when he fell back and stated his request, "Okay, ask away."

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Jonathan Constantine

"Intresting.." He mumbled to himself. "Oh I try dear, and it seems I'm quite problematic as of recently."

Atlec

The Imperial City was far off, but Altec's lust for revenge propelled his urges to continue. There he would find the next piece of the puzzle.. His family.

Rann

"When my father traveled with you, did he mention his tattoo at all?" he asked. "Or did you notice anything strange about it?"

He was very curious about testing the power of his odd birthmark, but didn't want to be rendered unconscious for a week just out of curiosity.

Sadril

"Mention it, he did not. I did notice it though, but as odd as it was it never served a purpose. He didn't kill anyone with it if that's what you're asking," Sadril added with a chuckle. "Why? You got one too?"

Rann

He pulled up his sleeve to answer, showing the image of a snake wrapping around his arm.

"I was told it absorbed magicka, and from there I could channel it, but I haven't tried it. Mainly because I was told that my body could barely handle it. I'm not too keen on getting knocked out at all, much less for a few days."

The Silhouette, Valus Mountains


All was calm now, the villages had all been burnt. Hundreds lay dead, though no battles had taken place. All that remained was for everything to fall into place. Chancellor Ocato would die, the pirates would set fire to Bravil, and the final movement would take place. He had waited thousands of years for this, and his army was only the first part..

"You seek blood, and you will get blood," he said to the lycantrop. "Go now, slaughter the people of Harlun's watch," he said, his voice icy and unwelcoming.



Dalrus, With the group


Dalrus looked at the vampire before her, wondering why he was so friendly. Of course all they had to do was announce aloud that a vampire was there and the guards would come and slaughter him.

"So...you're a vampire, what of it? What do you want? You are wasting our time, so get to business or go away," she said in anger at this new distraction from their task.

Sadril

"I know a powerful mage if you ever feel like testing that theory," he laughed before realising how not funny it was to kid about Veric like that, even though Rann probably wouldn't get the joke.




Sadril simply gave her an odd look before ignoring her completely and turning back to Rann, "So where is your father at?"

Rann

"Chorrol." he answered, ignoring the other conversation between Dalrus and Sadril; he wasn't exactly sure where he fit into it. "It's a small town. Ask around, I'm sure he won't be hard to find."

Voltar

"Then we must also take in account Free Will then, as the two are opposed to each other it seems. Like, where is the line drawn between the two? Is it merely fate twisting that causes one to jump on its path, seemily by free will? Or is fate not even there, and it's simply coincidence and free will that govern our actions? What I believe is that free will can work hand in hand with fate, as what's fated for us is typically the ideal choice that we choose," Voltar added, now standing in front of the hotel. He looked at the building and then to Veric.

"I take it, we'll be spending the night here?"

Veric

"I have no hideout established in this city, and I've spent far too much time in my own dwelling for me to want to spend another night in there, so yes. We will be staying here," Veric explained as they entered the building. He asked for two rooms and payed for both before Voltar could protest (if he would have chosen to). "Are you hungry?" he asked his companion while ordering himself an assortment of food.

After all, he hadn't eaten in twenty years.

Voltar

Voltar accepted the generosity displayed by Veric and ordered himself a much smaller meal and another glass of wine. Voltar sipped the wine a looked across the table at his companion and his bevy of food.

"So, tell me about this dimension you created, how and functions and whatnot. It is, at the moment, out of my abilities to do, so I'm just curious. Plus, considering all the food you've ordered, you must've designed some way to sustain yourself in that dimension for 20 years. Sounds impossible to do, but I'm seeing it, so I would like to know," Voltar inquired quietly, yet levelly. He treated the question as he would treat a fellow mage in inquiring spell formations.

Veric

Veric, again more than happy to engage in conversation, responded with his mouth full, "Well," then swallowed the bread he was chewing, "It's still quite experimental. In fact it almost denies logic," he leaned in close to avoid any evesdroppers.

"The basic idea is based off of alteration and illusion. With a good deal of knowledge in illusion capabilities go far beyond your average spells. You become capable of actually creating illusions. Pictures painted in the air. This was the first thing I figured out years ago.

"Then I think to myself 'Well that's great, but that's all they are. Illusions.' Then I become aware of Alterations ability to create shields and move objects, so logically this magick can be used to create a force. So say I create the illusion of an arrow, then put a shield or barrier around that arrow in the shape of an arrow? Well then you have effectively conjured an arrow into existence without the use of conjuration."

Veric took a moment to eat a few more bites of food before continuing his lecture. "So this is where things get interesting; how the dimension you speak of was created. I basically created a room..." Veric paused thinking for a moment how to word his speech. "A room in my mind.... Is the best way I can put it. Gave it structure through the Alteration trick I told you about, and willed myself to it through the use of a teleportation spell. That's how it was created.

"I have free will of creation in there. It comes much easier than out here; I can will whatever I wish into existence. Obviously it's tiring on magicka, and it taxes my reserves to hold the dimension in place, but I have created a room in my mind." He shrugged, "I assume that's why one need not eat or breath or any other thing, because they are not really in existense."

OOC: long, im sorry

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Flint Ironwood, at the library. (I'm going to pull time forward a bit, ok?)


Flint had kept out of the conversations for now. He was a bit nervous. The sight of the library did little to ease his nerves.
,,Ok, looks like we're here. Now what exactly are we looking for? If it involves those Elder Scrolls, let someone else look at them. I prefer to keep my eyesight, thank you very much." He spoke with a light dose of sarcasm.



Green-Root, near Leywaiin. (Did I spell it right?)


The Argonian paced back and forth impatiently. Ships were just so slow compared to swimming. Finally, they rounded the curve in the river and saw their destination. Green-Root gripped his spear and wandered over to the captain.
,,Pillage and Plunder. You may keep any goods you and your man find. Just destroy the city when you're done. Serve my master well, and you will be rewarded greater than your most sinful imaginations." Green-Root informed the pirate for the umptheenth time. He then vaulted over the side and dove into the water.

Tail moving from side to side, the Argonian made rapid progress underwater and soon reached the harbour unseen. With everyone focussed on the approaching pirate ship, he would get a perfect opportunity for raiding the local treasury before he had to share his finds with the pirates.
,,Pawns, we are all pawns. Some pawns are just smarter and more successful than others."