Aerona

"I don't do anything...anymore. I used to be a priest, but..." she trailed off.

Rann

"I dunno. A while," he answered, making a mental note of the 'adoptive son' part.

Issac, with Satyana

He kissed her with the same passion she did. Issac's arms firmly wove around her waist, Satyana had his heart in its entirety. When they paused, Issac replied. "Satyana, I would live anywhere if I could be there with you. Whether it be a cabin in a remote forest or a manor inn Tamriel's greatest cities."

He looked into those violet shaded eyes of her's, "Now that I know you, I couldn't bare the posibility of living alone, without you in my life, again. When things are made right again, would you accept my..... my proposal of marriage?" Issac whispered the last words, fearing he had overstepped his bounds.

Please, my love, do not reject me. I fear in this state I could do anything, no matter how foolish.....

Karn

Holding the amulet in his hand, Karn concentrated on the message to Veric.

"Veric, there have been some changes to our situation..... or rather, my position."

Kirana

Hiding the disastisfaction of Rann's vague answer, Kirana went back to studying the text on her lap.
"I hope they don't wander off too far, the army may be gone, but they aren't the only dabger around here......" She muttured.

OCC: Kirana looks a lot younger than she really is (sounds like all mages have really young appearances). In fact, she's older than both Serene and Telina. And looks only a few years older than Issac!

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 3 2007, 03:04 AM

OOC: Gonna give Veric a little while longer.

Rann

"They better not get to far, or Issac won't like me much longer," he said, only half-jokingly.

"So, did you adopt him when your were two years old, or what? You have any tobacco? Anyway, no offense, but you look more like his barmaid sister than his mother."

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Satyana

She looked at Issac, her eyes glowed with love.

"Yes!" she answered "I´d like that more than anything...now we must not tell Rann just yet, he can be difficult, but maybe your mother will give us her blessing?"

She hugged him hard and buried her face to his chest....

Satyana was so happy, she didn´t really care about the current events. She wanted this moment of sheer joy...

The Army of Morrowind

As they marched, the Army left the view of Mournhold. The slow creeping snake that was the columns of troops slowly advanced towards the Imperial City. An officer, a Dunmer officer, rode up to the Commander and said, "Sir, at this rate, we'll make the city in six days." A short pause and then the Commander responded, "Have the supply wagons catch up with us later, we march double time until we reach the city!" The Dunmer bowed and turned to his respective lieutenants. "Men, you heard the Commander, WE MARCH!"

Patholos

After leaving the cave, Patholos gasped at the beauty of the morning. There was no color in his cursed vision, but there was a feeling of hope in the distant horizon. A small tear formed and dropped down his cheek. Without looking to see if his men saw the tear, Patholos quickly wiped his eye and mounted his horse. The rest of the Shadow Eaters mounted as well and then they rode back to the lair to meet up with the Sensei.

OOC: The Army of Morrowind is totally up for grabs, anyone can take over at any time. Please use it, I won't be able to use it every time and the Army might not get anywhere if it isn't used. Also, it looks like the Army will leave the supply trains behind. Hmmmm.....

Kirana

She paused her reading, then Kirana smiled and looked up at Rann. "Yes, you would be correct; I'm a good deal older than others might think."

Kirana explained, "As Issac or Ian might have told you, Issac was found as an orphan in the Imperial City after Mehrunes Dagon was banished baxk to Oblivion."

"I was already a friend of Ian's a kindred spirit, you could say. When we found Issac, he was lying on the floor crying over the half-eaten bodies of his parents.".

She smiled as the memories came back in force. "Ian sympathized with the Altmer boy, he himself had not known his parents for long. So we took Issac in, taught him many of the magical and combat disiplines that we had been taught."

"Not all information comes free Rann, sometimes one must get their hands dirty to accomplish something." Kirana finished, "I'm older than your grandmother, but a couple decades short of a century old."

Issac

He almost couldn't breath, but the fact hardly registered in his mind. Issac wrapped his arm arouns Satyana even tighter, lifting his other arm to lie lightly on her head.

He rubbed his cheek against her's.
All other things beside Satyana dissappeared from his awareness for a few moments.

Issac felt desire intrude into his mind, but he ignored the urge.
After they finally paused, he managed to gasp, "Kirana might, Ian accepted..... us back in Leyawiin. So, yes, we need Kirana's blessing too."

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 4 2007, 03:07 AM

Green-Root.

The Argonian laughed, but kept his voice down in case unwanted ears were nearby.
,,Priestess! Such a shame. I suppose you don't drink, then?" He said and waved a bottle of brandy around.
,,But you're probably not anymore. So take a good glug. Nothing is better to lighten up and forget your troubles for a while." He threw the bottle on the grass in front of Aerona's feet.

,,You know, if being a priestess is so important to you, you can be one. I've never heard that.....people with your condition can't become a priestess. Never seen of ones with it either but I never go into temples anyway. I'd probably end up being kicked out for soiling the floor with mud. Actually, that happened once. The local priest had it as a rule that no one was allowed to come in on his bare feet. Well hello, does it look like I can wear shoes with toes like these?"


Morrowind army.

Two soldiers whispered to each other during the forced march.
,,So this is Cyrodiil. It looks wrong." One said. The other looked around and nodded.
,,Not used to all the green, eh?" He answered with a slight grin.
,,No, it's not that. This is the capital of the empire. But where is the Empire's army? The famous Legions that conquered Tamriel? Don't they want to protect their home?" The first one continued. Both looked at the empty fort they passed.
,,Something is very wrong here."

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Flogir

As the group progressed into a discussion about Rann and Satyana's magic and origin, Flogir's mind drifted off. Intense magical discussion never appealed to him, especially since most of the time he couldn't follow the topic anyways. Instead, he quietly watched the events unfolding at the Silhouette's camp.

It looked like the phermone situation was taken care of, since the robed figure of the silhouette simply slaughtered those acting out of hand. It was then that it appeared to issue sane groups of snake men to go out and scope out the area before the Silhouette itself led the army off.

"Guys... I don't think sitting around this close to the Silhouette's camp is a good idea. It seems Ian's little surprise has caused them to send out patrols. We need to get moving before we're discovered."

Rann

"You old ladies need to start looking the part," he said, standing up at Flogir's suggestion to get moving, "A lot of young men could get confused."

He looked at his bare arm before his eyes made their way back to Kirana, "Would it help if you could see this in action? Not now, of course, because I don't feel like hibernating for any amount of time, but if the need arises..."

Aerona

Aerona looked at the bottle at her feet for a short time, but chose to ignore it and pretended as if she had been too engrossed in conversation to really pay it any mind.

Aerona didn't explain that priests and priestesses of Arkay consider the undead to be aboniations, and intead laughed a little at Green-Root's story about the priest, even though that sort of discrimination made her a bit angry.

"Temples are supposed to be welcome places for all," she said quietly, "I'm sorry that priest did that."

Then she heard Flogir's remark and began to gather her various belongings for a quick move.

Patholos

After riding southward towards the Lair, Patholos saw the Silhouette's "ambassadors" going door to door and slaughtering inoccent famers. If he stopped them, and one got away, the shaky truce would definately be void. If he did nothing, the snake men would definately tell the Silhouette. Patholos signaled the Shadow Eaters over to a small barn where the snakemen had a little girl and her mother pinned against the wall. They were jabbing with their weapons and making hissing noises. Patholos rode up to the snake men, and made a circle motion then a violent slashing motion and then pointed to the snakemen. One snakeman turned at the noise of horses. He said in broken Tamriellic, "You help now, Eyeless One." Patholos nodded and dismounted, noticing the seven snakemen and the hostages. Patholos said, "Ahh, you seem to have found the local fauna, my friend." The snakeman replied, "Yes, we want to kill them, you help?" Patholos tried his best to laugh, but ever since he lost that tint of madness, he found it hard to find humor in this depressing time. "Sure my friend, but tell me, what are the plans for your soul?" Patholos quickly slashed upwards with his small sword and the head of the snakeman rolled onto the ground. As quick as lightning, the rest of the Shadow Eaters executed the Snakemen without haste.

"You'd better come with us, we'll help you..." Patholos said to the girl and her mother. "Our Sensei is a wise man, he will help you..." Patholos hoisted the mother and daughter up and his horse then he in turn jumped on the back of one of the Shadow Eaters' horses.

They arrived at the Vile Lair a few hours later, and they all dismounted. Patholos called for the Sensei and waited.

OOC: The Army of Morrowind should probably be making camp about now.

Karn

Putting back the amulet, karn paused and heard Patholos calling to him.

He approached the Shadow Eaters and their..... Guests. "Brother," Karn said. "Why are these people here?"

OCC: I hads to rush, so -'ll probably change this ater.

Green-Root.

,,Bah, don't worry about it. I ended up stealing his donations bowl, with contends. Ah, those were good times." He laughed when Aerona acted displeased over the priest's behaviour.

He tried to pull a sour face at Flogir's warning, something which the Argonian skull wasn't made for.
,,Can't give a wounded hero a break, can they? Heh, wounded hero. I make no sense." He got up on his feet, using his spear for support. Seeing that Aerona wasn't going to drink, he snatched up the bottle and put it to his mouth himself, emptying half of it in a single go.
,,Gah, my side hurts as if a dragon stepped on it. That's the last time I gamble with those pretty faces from Oblivion. Let someone else take the pain."

Flogir

Content with the fact that everyone was starting to pack up and head out, Flogir himself began to gather his things up aswell. As he did this something dawned on him.

"Ummm... fellas. Where exactly are we going to go? I figure Cheydinhal is overrun so that basically leaves the Imperial City or backtracking to Bravil and Leyawiin. I'm quite sure the army would've left the latter choices by now," he said hesitantly.

Whereever they went, Flogir was quite certain they weren't going to find happy times. With their luck, whereever they might go just might blow up in flames just as they get there. He laughed bitterly at his own thoughts. Perhaps they might convince someone to assist them because at the moment, Flogir thought it would take a great army to deal with this one. There were just too many of them to properly attempt an assassination of the Silhouette. Flogir did not voice these thoughts though. He didn't want to spoil the others' hope.

Shouldering his pack, Flogir looked to the others for possible suggestions as to where they were heading.

Patholos

Looking at Karn, Patholos responded abruptly, "They were about to be executed unjustly. It was my decision to grant them life. There are no emotions tied these people." Patholos pulled his dagger out and put it to the neck of the little girl. The mother screamed but the stone solemn Shadow Eaters held her fast. "Sensei, on your command....

Mannimarco

A sickly looking Bosmer hobbled into the cave complex. He stuttered fiercely and he had a half-paralyzed face, but this man was known for his knack in spells that deal with "interrogation." The Bosmer hobbled to Mannimarco and laid down to kiss his feet. Mannimarco in disgust kicked out with his foot and connected with the Bosmer's face. Yelping, the Bosmer rolled onto the floor and said, "My leesh, why di-, why di-, why did I deshurv thish?" Mannimarco said only one word, "Report."

After a long and hard to understand speech from the Bosmer, Mannimarco felt a feeling he hadn't felt since before he had died. Power, Mannimarco felt powerful. He now knew where the group he was looking for had been staying, after that sickly Bosmer had interrogatted countless innocents. Mannimarco, totally ignoring the Bosmer on the floor trying to get up, walked out of the cave complex. He now knew where he must go.

OOC: I don't know how the group is going to find out about the Morrowind Army, maybe the Army will send couriers...

Army of Morrowind

The Commander of the Army strode to the intelligence tent that they had erected for the night. All the officers were there. The Commander walked right in, stared everyone down, and then said, "The Neverarine is missing, Vivec could possibly be dead, Duke Dren is dying of an illness, we have little time before the morale breaks and this army disapates," Scattered gasps and grim nods went throughout the officers. The officer in charge of Cyrodillic relations spoke up, "Sir, I have sent couriers to each of the cities outlying the Imperial City. They have taken this poster to every town to my knowledge, " The officer handed a small pamphlette to the Commander. The Commander looked it over, then nodded his approval. He then said, "We
have no knowledge of these snake men, so tell your men to listen for orders in the next few days. Some of the locals have strung up the Imperial Sign on their doors, and others are cheering us. We must succeed, Dismissed."

This is the pamphlette:
"Calling all heroes and strongarms!
The Empire is in need! Fight for your country, succeed and be forever acknowledged as a hero! There is money to be had, but think of the Glory! Avenge a wrong you have committed, purge yourself by serving the glorious Empire!
-Commander (name is illegible)"

Karn

Watching inpassively, Karn said. "I never commanded them to be murdered. Let them be, Patholos."

He didn't speak with any detectable mercy, simply stating that there was no point in killing fearful citizens of little significance for no reason. "Give the survivors supplies, then send them west. No escorts, they must fend for themselves."

Tenek, sitting up in a tree

A half-heard pair of voices brought him from his slumber. Dazed, Tenek felt something crawl over his face. In his blurry vision, he saw something huge on his nose. Panicing, He accidently rolled off the branch he'd been lying on during the night.

"Aarrrrggghhh!" He landed in a puddly of fresh mud with a heavy splat. Disgusted Tenek, spit the horrible brown substance from his mouth. "Darn it, I was going to wait another week before washing!"

Rolling over he spotted a young Altmer man and a slightly younger girl that could have been a mixture of races nearby. "Oi, what are you two doing, attackin-" The fearsome butterfly that had landed on his face earlier fluttered by. "Oh....."

Tenek got up, wiping some of the larger clumps of mud off his vest. "So, anyway, who are you two and why are you here?" He got a better look at them and noticed they were still in a partial embrace. A mischievious smile crossed the Bosmer's young face.

"Well, look at the two love birds having a private moment in the wilderness.... Ignore me, I could use some entertainment." Man, I haven't had any fun in ages..... well, actually a month, but that's not the point! Tenek, sat on a tree root, with a silly grin on his face. "So, you two runaways or are you just having a moment with yourselfs?"

Issac

A sudden disgusting splat ruined the peace of the moment. Issac spun to face the person who'd fallen from a nearby tree. Judging from the young man's hieght, and somewhat high-pitched voice that this was a Bosmer.

"I could ask you the same thing, Bosmer. What were you doing in that tree?" Issac brushed away the dirty remarks about what was going on between him and Satyana. "Look, just go on your way, and we'll go ours."
He doesn't look like much, but anyone could be dangerous around here.

Ian

The nausia passed over time, and his past steadily bacme straighter. Ian felt very hot for some reason, then he noticed the faint smoke trails curling from under his robes. Oblivion, I have to feed before I burn to cinders!

Darting into the faint shadows of the nearby boulders, the smeltering heat vanished for the moment. He sniffed the air for the smell of nearby animals or freshly spilled blood........ Ian's eyes flashed open, glowing faintly with a foreign light of hunger.
The wind smelled of sweat, and exhuastion of a long march. Hundreds of mer, marching for days filled with the taste of near desperation. The vampire smiled an sinister smile that was not his own. It was one of a hungry hunter who had smelled his prey, inferior creatures that spilled sweat, life-giving liquid that the creature craved more than the most adicting drug.

Tenek, in glory

"You mind calling me Tenek instead of 'Bosmer,' Altmer? Savvy?" Tenek sneered as mockingly as he could.
And then with that he strode off down the trail. They could at least try to be subtle or something.....
Then when he walked quickly for a few minutes, until he saw a group of unpacking campers.
Immediately, he ducked off the trail and began sneaking up on them. When he got a few feet away, he kneeled down and decided to try to find something to steal.

He spotted something shiny in a bag and that caught his attantion. Tenek grabbed the bag by the top, and when he did, the bag's contents spilled out onto a rock with a loud clatter. Crap!!!

Aerona

Aerona had looked away from her bag to respond to Gree-Root, when she heard the loud sound of her potion bottles breaking on a rock. Turning quickly, she spotted a bosmer holding her bag upside down as if he had just dumped out its contents on purpose.

She stood and backed away a few steps in fear, "Please don't hurt us," she pleaded, oddly not realizing that the group she was with greatly outnumbered a single bosmer.

Altair/Veric

"See what in action?" he asked innocently as he walked up on Rann and Kirana's conversation. He looked at Rann's tattoo and then back and forth between their faces, curiously awaiting an answer.

Kirana

She shrugged, giving the fellow Altmer an amused look. "See archaic magic that hasn't been used in millenia, and find a way to avoid its short falls. Are you a practitioner of the Arcane?" Who is this mer?

For some reason not known to her at the time, she instinctively slapped her tome shut feeling somewhat protective of the lore inside her books. Kirana didn't know why she felt like keeping knowledge from this mer, but for whatever reason he was an exception to her general rule of spreading knowledge freely.

OCC: Ian is temporarily descending into madness (only until he feeds again).