Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
West Gate, Leyawiin

Arco approached the large gate with caution, stopping in front of the gate - next to the Five Riders stable. The large gate was slightly open with smoke and firing arising from the other side of the wall, the chapel inside was burning heavily.

What the...?

Arco was surprised althought he had experianced such before - attacks coming from thin air, leaving cities burning.

Arco walked up to the gate with his hands resting around his blade hilts as he checked the to guards by the gate, both had been literally slaughtered - large cuts, arrows in their back and bruises. They had nearly been stripped all down, leaving some bulcked armor and shields - rest was gone.

Ravagers...

Arco drew his two blades gently and walked into the burning town - both blade tips towards the ground but at the ready.

Satyana, looking at horsies

She had been polite to Jonathan´s father, nicely asking him if she could get a good horse, he told her to look around and pick one out. She really loved horses...always had. She made her choice at last, a dark gray mare who looked at her in a friendly way....she thought!

"So Mr Constantine, can I have this one?" she asked smiling


Serene , in the melting-pot

She followed Arco....getting potions and spells ready....if anyone had lived through this hell, he or she could usesome potions and healing!

Algren Constantine

"My dear, if my son sent you by all means, take her! And please, just Algren." He smiled and opened the screen door to his house. Inside he was busy cooking and what not. Some would think it work for servants but Algren was rather headstrong and he liked cooking.

"Please, please. Take a seat!" Algren began passing out bowls, plates and silverware. And within many a quick moment soups, breads and galore were on the table. "Eat, and be blessed"

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan walked up the steps to his house, the one that he would possibly inherent from his father, and with a step of confidence he strode in the doorway.

Satyana, very pleased

"Oh Mr Constantine....erhh Algren....that smells delicious" She clapped her hands in joy....she realised how extremely hungry she was!

"Look guys...food! We need some fortification before we head on right?

She quickly went inside.....to see if she by any way could be of assistance

Issac

Realizing that he too was starving, Issac agreed to food. "Great, I'm in need of some nourishment!" But he didn't follow Satyana inside, becuse he didn't now how to cook a decent meal. So he sat down on the porch and went to work on repairing his swords.

Ian

Though not exactly pleased that they'd forgotten their horses, Ian didn't react overtly, but just sighed in tired way and settled down beside Issac, and restrang his bow. Might as well make as much use of this time as we can......

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Flogir

Flogir eagerly followed Satyana inside, the scent of cooked food having an intoxing effect upon. Nords like food you know! He turned to Flint as he took a bite of bread.

"Well, I was just suggesting spending the night here. Like, if you believe it's urgent enough to get to Leyawiin as soon a possible, I'm up for it. I'd just rather have one night to sleep in a bed."

It had been awile since he had to perform without sufficient amounts of sleep due to stress and busyiness. The life of a merchant had been quite easy-going for him.

Sodsa Hekal - outside on the porch

Sodsa smiled at the thought of food but sat on the porch, resting his back against a post. "Could you guys call me.." Sodsa noticed a few people outside, "Us when its all ready, I can cook but it wouldn't be to good, trust me." He laid his head back on the post and sighed. Looking around, Sodsa noticed Issac repairing his swords and noticed he couldn't remember the last time he'd fixed his daggers up. Sodsa first grabbed for his most prized dagger, one that he 'received' from a bandit. Pulling the ebony blade from his boot, Sodsa took his pack from his back and placed both in front of him.

After a minute of looking, Sodsa got his sharpening stone (yeah i know it's suppose to be a hammer ) and started sharpening the blade to its former glory of days past.

edit: Mah name. i had [ i ] instead of [ b ]

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Sadril

Sadril entered Chorrol quietly and looked around at the town which still remained peaceful. Not for long. The repercussions of the assassination in the Imperial CIty will soon reach here. Sadril didn't have the faintest idea of where to start looking for Rahvin, or even if Rann's information was even trustworthy.

Deciding it was his best lead, Sadril trusted Rann's word and tried the local tavern first. If Rahvin wasn't in there, he'd ask around a bit...

Ian, showing his stuff

After a few minutes of attaching and reatteching his bowstring, ian was satisfied by its strength. He pulled a couple of arrows out of his quiver, and got up. He noticed the many empty bottles littering the ground and scooped one up.

Setting it on a fallen tree trunk, he strode back to the porch. Ian turned and nocked the first arrow, drawing it back to its limit, and making some adjustments with his aim. One had to take into acount the wind and of course, the distance the arrow would travel.

He peered intently at the bottle and let the projectile fly. The arrow soared and smaked into the bottle knocking it from its perched, direct hit from several meters. I guess I still have enough left in me to be a great archer still......

Sadril

Sadril stepped into Lokken Tavern and looked around. He tried to keep a low profile, something made slightly easier by the loss of his dark cloak which usually made him a suspicious character.

There. He spotted his target, Rahvin, sitting with a woman Sadril recognized as .. Anna? Birnana? Brianna? He couldn't remember the name, but he never forgot a face.

He strode coolly over to where Rahvin was seated and sat in a chair directly behind the Dunmer; leaned back to get a little closer and said, "Long time, no see... Rahvin."

Rahvin

"Well if it isn't my second favorite body to inhabit." he greeted. "You remember Brianna, Sadril. You may or may not remember Sadril, Brianna." he said for a lousy introduction.

"So what brings you here?"

Rann

Rann saw Ian's shot an walked over to pick up the bottle. It was terribly cracked, but miraculously intact.

"Nice shot." he complimented, placing the bottle on the stump again. "Try this." he said, sticking one of his arrows inside the bottle so that the tip was sticking far out.

"Think you can shoot the arrowhead off from there?" he asked, his voice hinting at competition. He had never tried this himself, having just come up with the idea, but it seemed fun and he figured he could win.

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Sadril

"Second favorite?!" he replied sarcastically, quickly swing himself around in his chair so he was sitting in it backwards and bringing it closer to Rahvin's table. "What's that supposed to mean?" he retorted, a wide grin on his face. Sadril didn't have many people he'd truly call his friends, Rahvin may have been one of the few.

He nodded to Brianna, seeming to recall that the most Sadril had gotten to know her was scaring her to death in some cave shortly after Jadier's murder. "I actually bare grim news... Do you happen to know who is behind the disturbance in the East?" He asked, making it seem as if the question was relavent to the 'grim news' he was about to discuss.

Rahvin

It was confidential information according to the countess, but it wasn't as if he paid her much attention anyway, so he decided to bite.

"No, I don't, but my son went with some others to find out." he answered. "Why? I assume that your news pertains to this?"

Sadril

"It very well could," Sadril answered, knowing full well that it didn't. He leaned in close and said in almost a whisper, "My sources have told me that Veric has returned. It was by pure coincidence that I ran into Flint in the Imperial City. From there I learned that two of the children of Brianna," nodding to Brianna, as if Rahvin didn't know what was going on, "and your children too?" he asked with raised eyebros, still a little confused on that matter, "Were travelling with him. Or he with them, whichever.

"I figured since Veric tried to kill them in the past he would seek them out now, so I figured it would be best to let you know. I also thought my best bet of finding Brianna would be with you, wouldn't want to leave her in the dark about the fate of her own children." He was about to ask about the other child, the one he had yet to meet, but held it in for a momoent, not wanting to appear overeager.

Ian, getting philisophical

Ian shrugged, "Thanks, if you think about it, Rann." He lit a hackle-lo, from his bag. "The entire world is one big arena, and every creature, no matter how docile, is competing one way or another. Animals compete for food, water, survival, and a whole host of other reasons......."

Ian took a large whiff "We sentients on the other hand, compete for rather...... less practical reasons." He paused for emphasis. "Money, heirarchy, amusement, in away it makes us all arrogant, and that is a major factor in corruption."

The Imperial took a final puff of the burning hackle-lo. "Sure, but there are things that are beyond our reach in life; knocking off an arrowhead is not one of those things. It will be a friendly competition between two archers."

Issac

Watching his father's exchange with Rann with interest, Issac set down his katana and sat on his knees. After years of living with him, Issac knew that Ian was also trying to tell Rann something underneath all his words.
He couldn't tell if he was trying to dissuade Rann on his ideas of large-scale change, or just imparting some healthy wisdom and insight. In the agent's line of work, change was made by subtle actions, politicians stood in front of large crowds telling them biased versions of the truth to sway the public's opinion. At least not Ocato, or Uriel Septim..... He mused.

Rann

"I agree totally." he replied, putting an arrow to his string. "But there are also those who choose to ignore the corruption around them."

He fired and missed, interrupting his reply with a curse. "Anyway, the way I see it, those people are just as bad."

Rahvin

"And who would your sources be?" he asked, knowing full well Sadril's tendency to try straddling the fence between opposing sides. He also knew enough to guess that there were quite a few half-truths in there, if not outright lies.

Ian

"True," Ian replied to Rann as he nocked his arrow. "But that is why our kind exist isn't it, to mop up after other's corruption; to profit from our work in the shadows rather then in broad daylight?

He peered critically at the arrowhead and released his. It came close but just barely grazed the stem below the head itself, still the arrow held fast. "As it is said, only the gods are perfect. In a way it is our imperfection that makes us powerful."

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Sodsa Hekal - Watching and conversing

Sodsa saw Rann and Ian having their competition. After putting his daggers back away, he meandered over with his bow over his shoulder. "Hmm, a bit philosophical for a simple competition?" Sodsa smiled and looked at what they were aiming at, seeing the arrow tip almost cut off.

"Care if i watch? If anything i can bribe you with some brandy." Sodsa pulled his hand out of his cloak, revealing three bottles of brandy. "Courtesy of the Imperial City."

edit: it sounded blocky imo

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Issac

"Certainly, but I don't want any of that." Issac replied to Sodsa, pointing at the three bottles. "Ian and I tend not to drink alcahol, just as a custom among agents." Then Issac added. "I'm not really an archer, if anything isn't within reach of my katana then I like to hit whatever it is with spells. So, I don't think I'll get involved with this."

He plucked another hackle-lo absent-mindedly and allowed himself to indulge himself in the sweet odor of the blessed leaf.

Sadril

"The shadows, of course," Sadril replied matter-of-factly, "Their eyes watch ceaselessly." The way he worded his reply made it unsure whether 'The Shadows' were people working for Sadril, or actual shadows. Regardless, it was obvious he was avoiding that topic.

"Not that my source matters," he lowered his voice even more, "What matters is the fact the Ocato was murdered hours ago, there is some sort of force building in the east and Leyawiin has reportedly been burned to the ground. All this coincides with my report of Veric's return," at this point Sadril surprised himself at the amount of information he collected and smiled inwardly.

"The empire has begun crumbling right under our noses and in only a few hours at that. Veric showed such an interest in the children's life before they were born, he even spoke of some prophecy. Now I worry for their lives as well as the fate of the Empire."