Issac, awkward

In the distance Issac could make out the stables as he passed through the gates of the IC. He decided to start another conversation, he was always more comfortable when he could talk on an equel level with someone. "So, have you ever been to Leyawiin before?" He asked satyana as he pulled out a hackle-lo and heated up the end.

Ian

Finding himself near Flogir, Ian chose to aknowledge the Nord. "You fought at Kvatch and Bruma as well?"

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Satyana

She inhaled the scent of the burning hackle-lo.....

"No I haven´t...." she said "Please can I have one of those? " she asked pointing at the hackle-lo "It´s been so long since I had one and I remember liking them"

She was utterly satisfied that Issac was talking to her, it took the edge of the forthcoming events..which scared her a bit

"In fact I haven´t travelled a lot....there were no time for that back in Ald´ruhn"

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan quickly rounded a corner on his horse, Lila, at a steady trott, and nearly trample over Satyana and Isaac. Luckily the horse jumped clear the two and landed safely behind them. It took several feet but Jonathan brought the horse to a stop.

"Listen, this city is already starting to burn itself to the ground!" He reigned the horse back towards the city, "Keep following this road and eventually you'll come upon a horse ranch. Explain that your friends of Jonathan's and wait, you'll be fine. From there we can move on to that blasted town!"

Jonathan bolted Lila into a cantor and repeated the message to the others of the party. Already the inhabitants of the city were burning and looting. "Animals.."

Algren Constantine
(Jonathan's Father)

From the furthermost point on his sted Algren could see the flames already erupting in the city. Word of Ocates demise had reached him some hours earlier, and he prepared himself for the worst. "Can't be as bad as the Oblivion Crisis.. I hope.."

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Flint Ironwood.

Flint looked around. What Jonathan had said was true.
,,Behold, the fall of civilization. At least the small and isolated villages will continue the way they are. Untill the plague spreads." He said bitterly.

The Breton's own thoughts made him shiver and he drew his cloak around him tighter, as if it could ward off the cold he felt within his soul.

Flogir

Flogir had kept silent as they left the murder scene, still going over the consequences of what would now happen. It was then that Ian approached him.

"That's right, shortly after Kvatch was liberated from the Daedra, the hero who saved us asked if there were any volunteers willing to go to Bruma to help protect the city as they expected another one of the Great Oblivion Gates to appear there. I was one of the few who decided to go. It felt good to be on the winning side of a battle. Though that doesn't go to say that it wasn't a hard fought battle, in fact it seemed more chaotic than the battle at Kvatch. It simply because we had more forces that we could actually put up a fight. I still have friends from that battle, who I usually talk to when I visit Bruma," Flogir said, reflection deep in his voice.

"From what I gathered, you seemed awfully involved in the Oblivion Crisis yourself. I figured it was more of the recognosice and such?" he inquired to the aged Imperial.

Ian

"Yes, I was involved plenty." His voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper. "Yes very involved......." Then he spoke in a normal voice. "I believe we might have briefly exchanged words in Bruma, you were in one of the tents on the Castle battlements?"

Issac

When Johnathan came around the corner, Issac had jumped back slightly on reflex. But the moment of surprise didn't last long, and he answered 'Tyana's question. "Here, take this one, I have plenty." And he handed it to her. "Well, we'd better hurry if we want to be able to help those people, right?

Flogir

Flogir paused briefly, his mind recollecting the event. Realization then sparked in his eyes.

"Yes! I do remember that! You were there to wish us luck if I recall. Wow, you're memory is better than mine it seems. Must be the alcohol..." Flogir exclaimed, chuckling.

"Well it's good to know you survived that war!"

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Swimming, Topal Sea, Tamriel

After splitting from the group it didn't take long for Arco and Serene to meet up again, making their way quickly for the shores of Cyrodiil.

Arco couldn't do much but smile when he felt ground beneath his feet as they came onto the shore south of Leyawiin. Arco immediately downed on of his potions, the potion quickly started to restore Arco's endurance and strength and threw away the vial into the woods before turning around. He sprinted off to some higher ground, some feet away, his eyes scouting for anything that could pinpoint their location. What caught his eye was smoke and flames rising from the north - Leyawiin was burning.

Arco leapt down from the boulder, landing right besides Serene.

"Leyawiin is burning - seems that our problems ain't over" Arco said in calm tone whilst checking that he had all his gear.

Satyana

"Gee..thanks!" she said, then followed Issac along "Yes let´s hurry"


Serene, on solid ground again

"Phew..that was to close for my taste" she muttered, downing a potion as well. She felt pretty strong after all but the sight of Leyawiin burning made her groan.

"Ahh ok Arco, let´s move it, but remember I´m Adriana Moranis now....NOT Serene! ok? I don´t want to be recognised ..."


OOC: Got to go to bed now, Fuzz...drag her along will you?

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
South of Leyawiin, Cyrodiil

Arco replied with a nod before they both headed towards Leyawiin's West Gate through the forest. Getting ever closer to Leyawiin they could hear the desperate cries of people in the city and see the huge fires arising from behind the walls.

Issac

It was still a long ways from Leyawiin, and Issac was anxous to get there in time to help out. "Satyana, you wouldn't happen to have a horse would you?"

OCC: So, Issac and Satyana are both near the stables in the Imperial City, Serene and Arco are outside Leyawiin, and the group is.........

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Tritus Julius, Bruma
As it turned out, Roof hopping in Bruma is harder than it looks, Partiall due to the fact of the slanted roofs, and majorly due to the Bloody cold snow slicking up some of the thatch. "WHOAH!!" Tritus cried as he slipped on a particularly foul patch, sliding down to the edge and off, but managing to grab the wooden support of the building he was on. Now he is just hanging there, Convieniently right above Eurod and Galadrile. Gripping tightly to the edge of the Beam, Tritus shouts, "Uhh...LITTLE HELP HERE!"

Flint Ironwood, The stable of Jonathan's father.

They soon reached the stable.
,,Hello there, Jonathan sent us. We need a few horses to get to Leyawiin as fast as possible. Could you help us?" Flint called out to the older version of Jonathan standing near the stable.


Green-Root, Leyawiin.

Green-Root had finished killing sharks as well as secretly looting a few corpses. He munched on a fin as he swam back up the river. Leyawiin was still burning. He was sure he'd seen two persons climb to the shore around here.
,,I wonder where they went? Must be Leyawiin. I'll head to the gate and wait for them, to find out why they were swimming." The Argonian decided and rushed back to the harbor.

OOC: We'll just say they've all been travelling together.

Rann

Rann followed the main group, but from a distance. He kept to himself the whole time, both because he was bitter at his fellow travelers for being so ignorant (in his eyes at least) and because his thoughts were mostly on how he had been granted a great opportunity to make a great change in the world.

Rann walked upon the stables, suddenly realizing that his father's horse had been left in the Imperial City.

It's possible that the thing will survive the fire... he thought hopefully.

"I'll need one as well." he said to Jonathan's father, hoping that nobody would point out that he had been on a horse earlier.

Algren Constantine

"Jonathan!? You've seen my boy? Where is he?!" Algren exclaimed, he hadn't seen his son in nearly three years.

"If he sent these people he'll be coming, settle down you old fool.."

"Forgive me good sir, I'm afraid I haven't seen my son for quite some time." He motioned them in towards his house and ignored their request for horses for now. "Please come in, eat! It'll be a dark time for Cyrodil now and it might be the only hot meal you'll have in a while."

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan sat upon Lila in the distance watching his father greet the travelers. "What am I going to say..."

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Sodas Hekal, at The Stable

Sodsa stopped when he came within close enough range to be considered polite, but wanted to give the old man some room, not wanting to look threatening. Sodsa thought about his 'mount' "I was told by your son that we would be able to receive some much needed transportation for our travels. Gah, were are my manners, I am Sodsa Hekal the Rogue, at your service Serjo..." Sodsa gave a short bow to hide his blank look and then came back up composed, "Erm, I'm sorry serjo, I don't think I ever caught your name." Sodsa managed a smirk.

hmph, looks like a spitting image of his son. almost creepy.

Sodsa shuddered but walked over to Jonathan's dad, extending a hand anyways.

ooc: I'm assuming your controlling him Channler. Huzzah, I get a self promotion to delegate (or whatever they are called. I swear, I had a great word and then when it came time to type it, I lost it.

edit: I royally misread Channler's post... while i was reading it, i had the characters confused all the heck up, i didn't think about who Algren was and i though Jonathan's post was his dad's post.... oh well i'm pretty sure it all still works out...

edit duce(sp? ): Geeze, i'm loosin it tonight. I meant to say Sodsa Hekal the rogue, Well i'm gonna get off for good before i dig myself a hole that i can't get out of... 'night

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Algren Constantine

"Good to meet yea lad, the names Algren Constantine." He grasped the bosmer's hand. "What of the imperial city? I see fire, and I've heard the news, but I suppose theres always more."

Rann

"Ocato...he was, uh, killed." he said, never knowing what to say when talking about a recently deceased person. Sure, he didn't exactly like the way the Empire was governed, but Ocato was still a good mer, and didn't deserve death in his opinion. He did, however, look past the death itself and see a new beginning.

Flogir

Flogir was thinking about the safety of his mule when he arrived at Jonathan's Father's Stable. The idea of a hot meal did take his mind away from that though.

"A meal would be great. And I'm sure we won't be bothered by pillagers way out here, so we could probably get some rest, maybe study this book more," Flogir suggested, as it had been a rather traumatic and stressful day. He certainly felt the need for some rest at least. He didn't think there was much left to do today, as night was steadily approaching.

"We could leave for Leyawiin on the morrow, I think we can afford a night of recouperation."

Flint Ironwood, at the stable.

Flint shook his head. Weren't they wasting time with a discussion about politics just a moment ago?
,,I'm not so sure if we have time for that. Maybe some other..........ah, what the hell." He swallowed back his objection uopn seeing the annoyed looks he received all over.
,,Fine, we'll take a break then."

,,Ocato, yeah he got killed alright. More like slaughtered as if he was some pig. Like the animal raised for meat, not the insult one. Dark Brotherhood did it." Flint added his bit about Ocato's death.
,,Hey, I had nothing to do with it!" He added a bit nervous, just in case the Dark Brotherhood cloak would cause problems again.