Sodsa Hekal - Constantine's farm

"Ha ha I see. More for me longer i guess." Sodsa touched his bow. "I like to consider myself an archer, or sorts. helps one to stay alive." Sodsa turned to Rann, "Would you like one?" putting one of the three away and offering one toward Rann.

Rann

"Are you arguing against me here?" he asked, readying his bow for yet another turn. "You pretty much make my point."

He fired again, this time he was too low, missing the head, but still disconnecting it from the shaft by breaking it in two.

"Harder than it looks." he mumbled. "But you're right. We do have the power to make a change and make reforms in an effort to reduce if not eradicate corruption. That's what I plan on doing."

"Another arrow?" he asked, wondering if Ian wanted to continue their little game until someone came out on top.

Sodsa then offered him a drink, but he waved it away. "Maybe after this."

Rahvin

"So your shadows say that Veric is back. What's your suggestion as far as actions go?" he asked, wondering what Sadril was geting at. He knew of Sadril's previous involvement with Veric, and as much as he wanted to think that the vampire had moved on, he wouldn't put it past Sadril to stay with it all these years.

He was usually good at reading people's motives and goals, but Sadril was in a leaue of his own, Rahvin assumed that it was from a couple hundred years of practice.



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Sadril

"What has me worried," Sadril put his elbows on the table and put his hands under his chin, "Is Veric's interest in Rann and Satyana. I worked with him closely in the past, as you know, and he showed such an interest in them before they were born although why I don't know.

"Are Rann and Satyana the only ones?" Sadril asked finally, not letting on that he knew about a third descendant.

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan stood by the door a second, if only to let his eyes adjust the light levels of the house. It was just as he remembered it, quiet, quaint, boring, but then again thats why he took up his current career, for a little bit of action possibly? His father was busy stirring something in a pot, and Jonathan stood, waiting for him to turn around. However when it became apparent that Algren was quite dedicated to his current task Jonathan sped the situation.

"Ahem.." No response. "Bah, I knew the old honoured user was hard of hearing.." He tried again.. "AHEM." Slowly the old man turned, and with a look only a parent could muster gazed upon his son.

"Jonathan my boy, you.. you've grown." Algren fought to find the right words to say, after all he was never great at the whole parenting thing. "Err.. I mean you've always been grown.. Or.. Bah, never mind!" To Jonathan's discomfort Algren gave him a parental hug, that showed of care and longing, his voice dropped a few decibels. "I'm sorry for not..." Jonathan cut him off.

"You've played that story before father, tis enough. Mothers death wasn't your fault and theres no need to blame yourself any further." Jonathan patted him on the shoulder and grabbed a bowl of soup, "By the way your cooking is still lousy.." He jabbed playfully.

Altec the Wanderer

He couldn't find it, that damnable trinket. It was a carbon copy to the one he wore around his neck but he couldn't find it. Soon.. Soon he'd confront the old man Algren, his alleged father, and find the final piece of the puzzle. But, he'd bide his time, for his skills were great, but against the numbers that now occupied the farmhouse he stood not a chance.

However he wasn't quite to careful when he rounded a corner in search of the medallion and caused a large antique mirror to fall to the floor shattering. A loud thud resounded through the house and pointed to movement in the attic.

Ian

"Perhaps another time Rann." He retrieved their arrows. "We will always have the flaws that spawn corruption, it's a problem we have for being gifted with learning and knowledge. We can only do so much, we can only bandage the wounds not erase them. When we pass on another generation of heroes and villains will take our place."

Most of the arrows were still in good condition and he handed them back to Rann. Ian hoped his words would give Rann a reason to reflect on this matter. "No matter who governs the people, a leader is meant to know things the common folk don't. Our kind are the medication for the disease, not the cure."

Issac, elven ears finally put to use.

WHile watching intently as Ian and Rann conversed, Issac heard a sound like glass shattering. Curiously he got up to investigate. It didn't sound like it came from the kitchen...... Issac strode into the house, listening intently for anymore disturbences in the otherwise peaceful night.......



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Rann

"I'll try my hand at being the cure." he said. Before Ian could reply, he held up his hand. "Did you hear that?"





Rahvin

"No. There is another. Half altmer, no less." he answered. "I don't know who the father is." he continued, looking to Brianna to shed some light on the issue.

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Algren

The noise startled Algren a bit but he decided that it could of been one of his cats.. "Pesky fellars they are.. Heh, feed em once and they don't ever leave you alone."

He excused himself and began ascending the stairs.

(hate to cut and run but I got to sleep..)

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Flint Ironwood, sitting outside.

Flint sat outside, keeping away from all the amusement. He didn't feel up to it. With a sigh, he launched himself up to the roof where he sat down, staring at the North. It was then that he heard something shatter.
,,What the? No one is supposed to be on the upper floor. Plunderers, this far out?" The Breton wondered and leaned over the edge. He opened a window (gently) and hopped through, keeping a hand near his sword just in case.
,,Hello? Is that you, Jonathan?" He asked out loud.

Brianna, getting more and more of her memory back...

Brianna nodded at Sadril when he approached, she recognised him at first sight and she noticed her memory came back, gradually. She remembered the scene at the cave....she remembered a lot more in fact that she wouldn´t reveal. The mention of Veric caused her to whine....that name should forever be connected with fear and pain to her.

She tried to get things in order in her mind and when Rahvin turned to her with the remark of her third child being a half-altmer..she knew what he meant.

She was very well aware that she had given birth to three children at the same time and with three different fathers, a miracle per se, but it happened and she also knew how it happened. She did have intercourse with three men in a very short time, but she wasn´t sure she wanted to tell who they were. Yet one of them was dead, Satyana´s father but the two remaining ones....were alive, at least one of them was sitting beside her.

She looked sternly at Rahvin.......

Ok Rahvin, we have done this before, I know you can read my mind, so you know you´re Rann´s father....and you probably know Jadier is or was Satyana´s father.....the third one I never revealed to anyone before...but you know him Rahvin...you know him extremely well.....his body was altmerii...

She bowed her head...she couldn´t continue but she was convinced Rahvin would know by now and if he wanter to reveal it to Sadril....well that would be his decision, and he would have a good reason to do it..

Flogir

Flogir jumped when the sound of shattering glass sounded above him. He yelped in pain as he spilt his hot soup onto his lap, which he now patted at furiously to cool down the hot liquid.

"Dammit! What was that?" he cursed. Algren's speculation seemed like an odd one.

"Well those must be big cats then... sounds like they broke something big," he mused before returning back to his soup. He didn't think there could possibly be anything dangerous up there.

Arezt ‘Arco’ Colerion
Leyawiin

Stepping into Leyawiin, Arco instantly smelled the stench of corpses - along with seeing them spread across the streets. Arco stood still for a moment, his eyes moving slowly from corner to corner but there was no moment.

Arco walked silently alongside the huge chapel, stepping over dead bodies without even showing a expression of discomfort. He stepped up to the two large doors leading into the chapel, outside there were two dead guards - as the guards outside, these too where also brutally killed.

Arco gave Serene a short glance before he used his blade tip to slowly open the chapel door. Although totally dark, Arco's trained eyesight could see the dead bodies spread across the floor in the chapel hall. Taking a few steps further in, Arco noticed a naked imperial priestess on the floor - throat slit open surrounded by a pool of dried blood. This was surely the work of pirates.

"I'll search downstairs..." Arco said plainly whilst still looking around in the room before he turned around and started walking towards the stonestairs leading downstairs.

Green-Root, in Leyawiin.

Green-Root had seen his targets enter the chapel. The Dunmer looked dangerous to him, as focussed as a Cliffracer during the hunt, though without loosing track of his surroundings and potential threats. The Argonian entered the chapel, acting as non-threatening as he could. He too saw the scene of utmost cruelty there.

,,Such a waste." He whispered. It was a waste, in his opinion. Killing people like that was just a big waste of opportunity. The city and its inhabitants were finished. Letting the people survive would give a chance for further raiding at later times. Now, the only thing you could raid was the stench of death.

,,Good day to you. I'm Green-Root. Actually, this probably doesn't fit under any definition of good day."



(Just a note to you, Minque. Green-Root is not evil, perhaps only a little. He is a true neutral type capable of going both ways with proper motivation. I'm just saying this in case you want to use the famous Serene evil sense. )

Algren and Altec

Algren made his way inside the attic. It was dark and he managed to bump himself into several objects however not finding the infernal cats. He took a moment to peer out the window, the flames from the Imperial City still burning bright.

"Hello.. father." A voice behind him spoke.

Algren lost his breath for a moment, he knew who it was. "And hello.. Son." He did a smart about face and looked upon his other "son".
"You were trained better then that Altec, I would ex--"

"You expect nothing. After what you've done to me you shouldn't have the will to even think. And, I'm afraid I shall solve that for you." Altec stepped back several feet and summoned his spirit sword. It cracked and popped, possibly loud enough for the group assembled down stairs, but it was to late.

"Retribution." Was the last word Altec mumbled before he plunged the sword into Algren's chest. The Old mans face went agape, not in horror or fear, but simply that of a dreadful glare and fell to the ground with a large thump.

He couldn't possibly go after Jonathan right now, there were to many people. So instead he ran and jumped straight through the window, shattered pieces of glass flying everywhere and was off into the distance.

Flint Ironwood, finding the scene. (Well, he was investigating)

There was a loud crack.
,,Hello? Anyone.......By all that is holy and not so holy! Not again!" Flint had to lean against the wall. Now how was he going to explain this?

Flint arrived downstairs a few minutes later.
,,Jonathan. Your dad........he's dead." He said with an almost silent voice.
The Breton went over to the table and snatched the first bottle of liquor within reach. This was not a nice day.



(Bedtime.)

Issac

In the darkness Issac could make out a shape fleeing into the night. On instinct, and maybe recklessness, he burst out the door in pursuit. Whoever this person was, Issac intended to find out what he had done and why he had done it.

He kept at a riggorous sprint, just managing to keep the figure in sight....... I have to find out where he's going, at least........

Jonathan Constantine

"Thats not funny Flint.. I might not like the cranky honoured user but I don't wish his death." Jonathan chuckled to himself at his own wit.

Altec

Altec turned his head in his sprint when he 'noticed' his follower. It appeared to only be one and he figured that an innocent didn't need be harmed in his revenge.

"What is your business o' pursuer? Why do you follow me in my revenge?" He stopped and asked, standing by a large tree on the major roadway.

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Issac

"Well for a start, I would like to know why you killed Johnathan's uncle." Issac stopped several paces from the man, and watched him warily. "I didn't know him personally, but I doubt your motive was particularly rightous....."

He layed a hand lightly on his katana, Cryorend.

Altec

"That man was the creator of abominations. Cruel and wicked experiments forged mine and Jonathan's bodies and I won't rest until I eliminate every strand of this blasphemy." Altec retorted. "However, you do not need to be purged, therefor go and leave me be."

He noticed the hand moving towards the katana, but new that if he tried anything he could summon his soul sword much quicker. It was hardwired into his body to be so.. efficient at killing.

Issac, suspicious

Cocking an eyebrow, Issac didn't know if he should trust this stranger, who had just slain a seemingly harmless old man. "I suppose you can realize that your story is rather hard to believe...." He said in a calm, even manner.

"I am simply a skeptic of those who suddenly murder people and have a wild story to justufy it." Issac wasn't sure he could win a fight with this man, there was something..... different about him. Hopefully someone will come along soon........ Maybe his story could be slightly true, but we'd need Johnathan and his uncle to verify that and he's dead

"If you could prove that what you say is true, then we could avoid any future conflict." He offered.

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Flint, cranky old man.

,,I'm not joking here. He's death, sword in the chest. And before we start arguing, that sword is bigger than mine and Dark Brotherhood prefer daggers in the first place. So who the hell would like to see your dad death and is willing to do it even when we're all relaxing outside?" Flint snapped back at Jonathan. He wasn't angry at the man, just frustrated with life in general. He forced himself to calm down.

,,Look, I'm sorry I freaked out like that. Are there any special burial rites you would like to perform or something? I'll help."