Rahvin

Rahvin walked with Flogir and Aerona to the Tiber Septim Hotel.

As they entered, he immediately noticed Brianna and Rann having a chat, so he chose to leave them be. Instead, he made a gesture to another table in the other direction, inviting Aerona and Flogir to have a seat with him.

"We may as well have a drink or two before we sleep," he said, sitting down.

Aerona

Aerona sat at the same table as Rahvin, obviously ill at ease. She needed to feed, but she still felt the need to deny her newfound immortal nature. She hated feeding; it made her feel vile and wretched, not to mention disgusting.

Drinking blood? she thought te herself as a shiver of revulsion went down her spine.

Green-Root.

Green-Root led the way, through an unused and relatively clean sewer.
,,I don't want to deal with the guards." He explained.
,,You know, I'm thinking of sitting out this fight. They won't miss a single spear used by a crippled Argonian and I don't want to die. I'll just take a nap at the bottom of the lake or something. After this blows over, I'll see what I'll do next."

Tenek

"Fighting a war isn't my strongpoint.... but I guess we can't let those snakemen-things take over Tamriel either." Tenek shrugged.

"I guess I could just stab an akaviri here or there and dissappear before anyone comes to kill me." His eyes passed over Green-Root's spear. Nice, silver too..... "There might also be something valuable to be found amongst all the dead bodies..."

Green-Root.

Green-Root thought for a moment. Tenek had a point, and he knew it.
,,Well, the bridges aren't that big. Think the snakes will try to swim? If so, I'll show them how they really should use a scaly tail to fly. I'm not good on land but in water, nothing beats an Argonian with a big spear." He said and took out its spear. At his command, the smooth silver shifted into jagged Daedric.
,,And my spear being really sharp is an advantage as well."

Tenek

He gave a start when Green-Root pulled off his spear and it suddenly changed to Deadric. A smile came a across his face. "I really need to get a sword that does that!" Then he calmed himself down and replied. "And nothing can beat Bosmer in the trees, not even Khajiit."

Brianna

Brianna sighed....looked at her son and took a sip of her drink. She grimaced, ale was really not her favourite drink......

"Well Rann, I didn´t exactly wait for twenty years to find you, in fact I didn´t found out I had any children until ..not long ago..."

She stopped, apparently her mind still was a bit damaged, she couldn´t remember when she was told or even who told her. She thought it had to be Rahvin, but her memory of it was gone.

"I died when you and your sisters were born, after that I remember nothing except that my life turned out pretty comfortable...thanks to Telina Dewlvanni. Yes that woman saved my life, she took me away and cured me..don´t ask me how! I know I died, you see, I lost too much blood....I think.."

Brianna shrugged...her memory faded again...

"I remember meeting Rahvin....after that my memory sort of started coming back...Oh Rann if I had known I had children I would have searched for you long ago!...But I´m so happy to have met you! Now please tell me how life has been for you! "

She gently touched Rann´s cheek.....

My precious son.....

Rann

"It's been...interesting to say the least," he answered, "I grew up in Chorrol with my dad. I lived here for a while too, with a dunmer named Sel, but then I left his place to live with...someone else."

He took a sip of his ale before continuing, "I really don't know what to say; I can't really summarize twenty years of life."

Brianna

"Sel?...I remember someone mentioning...." She stopped and shook her head "No it can´t be....but my mother once said..."

She smiled and studied Rann´s face..

"You resemble your father, but you have my eyes" she continued. Then she noticed the tattoo on Rann´s arm and went pale

"You bear the sign!" she gasped..." Oh may the divines have mercy!"


OOC: I haven´t the faintest idea about it but it would be cool if the tattos on the siblings were somewhat connected with the curse on them...if you object I´ll edit!

OOC: I don't really see how it could be. We've already established that Rann's is from Rahvin's bloodline and Satyana's is from an ashlander wise woman or something .I think we should just leave them as is; that way each child has a special power. Rann with his tattoo, Satyana with hers, and Amrita with shadow-walking.

Rann

"It's from my dad's bloodline," he said about the tattoo, hoping to explain away Brianna's unexplained fear, "He has the same exact thing if you look closely. He tries to hid it a bit more than I do."

He looked at his own marking, suddenly remembering that it had been growing. It had stopped now, to his relief; he supposed it was because he had released all of the magicka he'd absorbed.

OOC: ok, that´s fine with me!

Brianna

"Ok...it just resembled...something I once saw"

She finished her drink and looking into the mug she continued:

"So what about your sister.....was that her together with that Altmer?, She doesn´t look like you at all....."



OOC: Brianna doesn´t remember much from before the childbirth, she has no idea about the three-daddy-thingy


edit(minque): Sorry, about Issac´s race..edited![

OOC: I think Issac's an altmer...

Rann

"Satyana? She's only my half-sister, but you know that better than me, I'm sure. And yes, she's with Issac, if you couldn't tell by the hugging and kissing."

Brianna

"In fact I don´t know! But I can guess....since she looks more...nordic...I wonder....."

Is it possible? Is it really possible? But what can I say? I don´t remember!

"I´d like to meet her, and her Altmer, please Rann, tell them to join us! And where´s Rahvin? Maybe....."

Issac

"Well, the closest inn to us is the Tiber Septim." He finally answered himself. "Might as well go there anyway, it's where everyone else is."

As he had expected the highest-standard tavern in the Imperial City wasn't so grand after being a bandoned for gods know how many weeks. Still it wasn't as bad as some places Issac had been to before.

Flogir

Flogir pulled up a chair beside Rahvin and looked around. The hotel itself was quite bare and perhaps a little dusty from it being underused for the last few weeks. Other than that, it still seemed comfortable enough.

He took a sip from his ordered ale. He sighed in satisfaction as the brew hit his stomach.

"I definitely needed this after going through what I've been through the last few weeks," he said reflectively. His pleased expression soured a bit. "Of course, it'll be short-lived knowing that that army is basically right on our doorstep. I plan to enlist and help out this army too. My thinking is that if the Imperial City falls, the smaller cites don't stand a chance... You'd think they would make some changes after the Oblivion Crisis. You'd think they would realize that we need a stronger unified military instead of all these private garrisons. Because when you think about it, all the Counts and Countesses are under the Imperial Council. The Imperial Guard should outnumber a private garrison in each city!" Flogir uttered in frustration.

He then realized that perhaps he went a little overboard and look apologetically to the others.

"Sorry 'bout that," his attention turned specifically to Rahvin, "Looks like you've been busy yourself. You brought some extra company along and I wouldn't mind hearing about how that came to pass."



Voltar

Voltar held the door to allow Altair to enter. Voltar followed behind him and surveyed the bar.

Rann and his mother were at a table of their own, having an intimate conversation it appeared. Flogir, Aerona and the newly met, Rahvin sat at a separate table. Voltar also sensed another presense outside the hotel but when he looked, he saw nothing. He also didn't detect an invisibility spell either.

Odd... I might keep on 'eye' on that, he thought as he turned to Altair.

"So, where shall we sit?" he asked, waving him hand across the room.

Commander Astratus

Amassed were nearly half of the soldiers in the army, and nearly half of those in undergarments. The respect held for Astratus was somewhat jealously inspiring to others. Very few people could boast to have fought beside the Nerevarine, but Astratus never boasted.

"Men, ...., Brothers, I called you here in hopes of relaying an important message to you. In all my years of warmongering, I have never came upon a foe such as this. We are the stone that the mason's count on when they forge and empire, we are the rock which breaks the tidal wave, we are the foundation to which the very survival of humanity depends on!"

Astratus waited for his words to sink in, then he began again. "Brothers, we all know that death is inevitable. No being lives forever, and yet, by our courageous efforts, this battle will live on in the annals of history. If fate conspires against us, and the snakemen succeed, they will forever know the fear that was put into them by the Army of Morrowind!"

Astratus paused, then began to walk amongst the troops. "I am not gifted with superior intelligence, amazing prowess on the battlefield, hell, I'm not even as strong as some of those bastarde Nords over there!" With that, laughter ensued, and the Nords Astratus was pointing at had just joined the Army before the Army left Vvadenfell.

"Heed me, Men and Women of the Empire. Blood and bone and steel will mix in this battle, and I will be at the forefront with you! When death approaches, laugh at it, and travel to your heaven with fire in your blood! We will not falter, brothers, and we will never give in!"

Astratus held his banner high, donned his son's helmet, and yelled, "HELL FROM RED MOUNTAIN!"

The chant was echoed throughout the city, and it faded into the countryside.

Ian

He didn't take part in the chant that followed the Astratus' speech, after a minute Ian departed. The vampire didn't know what he was searching for, but he could always just say he was trying to find something to feed on.

Issac

He and Satyana sat down in one of the few vacant tables not too far from where Rann and Brianna were talking. As Issac sat, he realized that the Imperial City would probably be lacking in foods better than the rations that the Morrowind Army had brought with them.

Oh well, there are people that eat like this regularly. He thought to himself.

Rann

Rann saw Satyana and Issac walk in and sit down.

"Let me get 'em over here," he said to his mother before he got their attention by waving before motioning for them to join him and Brianna.

OOC: sorry I've been a little absent lately.

OCC: As long as the reply comes it doesn't really matter.......

Issac

When he noticed Rann wave and motion them to come over, he nodded. Issac sat one seat down from Rann, letting Satyana sit beside her brother.

Veric

Altair nodded to a table off to the side. They moved under the attention drawn by Commander Astratus' speech and sat at the secluded table.

"So," Altair said in a lower tone slightly resembling Veric's, "My apologies for leaving so unannounced. What have I missed?"

Voltar

Voltar grabbed a bottle of wine and some glasses as they went to the table. Given the fact that most residents abandoned the Imperial City, the hotel basically seemed to run on a self-serve program. He sat down and poured the two glasses full.

He took a sip of his wine to give himself time to ponder on Veric's question.

"Well," he said, continuing his low tone, "It appears Rann suffered a couple of losses on his quest to get Kirana back from the necromancer. Both Kirana and that youngster, Soldin I believe his name was, did not return. Since Rann's mood isn't very dark, I'd say that the necromancer was defeated as well, though as to how escapes me. Rann has some interesting gifts, but he hasn't tapped his potential nearly well enough to defeat a necromancer of Mannimarco's ability. The necromancer must've been careless or over-confident."

He paused to have another sip of wine. "As for my little journey. After you left, it appeared Green-Root wanted to find out where you went so he swam downstream to find you. I managed to take advantage of Flint and Flogir's suspicions on the Argonian and managed to make them think Green-Root was attempting to turn coat. Of course, snakemen started coming our way as we argued so I threw up a large firewall to give us enough time to flee. But let me tell you. I don't think it'll take the Argonian long to figure us out," he continued, finishing off in a foreboding tone before looking around the room, "At least it appears that he wishes to separate from the group. Perhaps we should encourage that..."

Voltar didn't like the Argonian at all. Green-Root had enough common sense to realize something was amiss with Voltar travelling with this Altmer when he had previously seen him travelling with Veric in his Breton form. The sooner he was out of the picture, the smoother Veric's plans of conquest would be.

He drained the rest of his wine. "Now, perhaps you want to fill me in on what was done during your abscense? Does that presence outside of the hotel have anything to do with you?" he asked nodding to the window.

This post has been edited by The Metal Mallet: Jun 16 2007, 02:07 AM