To Heir is Human III, Playground 1 Options

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Bruma

It was a normal day at the Bruma Siege Division. Brids whistling in the trees on each side of the field, a crisp breeze and above all, creaking wood and earshattering explosion.
“Alright, water!” Flint Ironwood ordered, almost sounding bored. He had come to expect this result and he realized that was a bad thing. He shook his head as he watched the burning wreck of their latest mishap.

“Flogir isn’t going to like this.” He muttered to himself while the siegecrew formed a line and began to throw buckets of water on the fire. The aging Breton waited till the fire had been smothered before he dared approach the siege engine. From afar, he hadn’t been able to see just what went wrong. One moment, they pulled the rope that triggered the catapult, the next the whole thing exploded.
“At least no one has been injured this time. Looks like all the precautions are working. I still wished we could get this to work though.”

Up close, he failed to see anything that could provide a clue towards the cause of the latest disaster.
“Perhaps we just tried a bad canister. Not enough sand, perhaps? Or maybe the bolts let go too soon. Well geez, it could be anything really.” Flint wondered. He picked up a shard of glass from the ground but quickly released it again. He scowled and licked his burned fingers.
“Crap it all. Will this never work?”



Sorian, Colovian Highlands

“Your money or your life!” The Imperial bandit yelled at the Redguard and jumped onto the middle of the route. At the same time, his partner jumped on the road behind the Redguard . They both eyed their victim warily. They knew the reputation of Redguards, how they’d elevated swordplay to a central part of their culture. A Redguard on the battlefield was one of the worst opponents one could face.

But this Redguard was young, inexperienced. Even culture couldn’t substitute years of battle. They believed they could take the Redguard, yet they remained wary.
“I said your money or your life, boy!” The Imperial repeated. The Redguard gave him an angry glare in return.
“Tell me, have you been preying on travellers for a long time?” He asked demandingly. The Imperial saw this as his chance to intimidate the young Redguard.
“For years I’ve been the plague of these lands! Even the legion is fears me so much they don’t dare send any patrols after me! It would be smart for you to give up your money and walk away unharmed.”

The Redguard however, was not intimidated. He drew a curved blade with his right hand in a flourish and aimed it directly at the bandit’s heart. At the same time, he used his other hand to release the straps on his backpack which fell to the ground.
“My name is Sorian! Sorian the Ansei! If you are the plague, then I shall be your cure! Drop your sword and walk away from the path of crime! Repent, or face the souls of your victims in Oblivion!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. The Imperial’s partner took the opportunity to attack the obviously distracted Redguard from behind. He raised his axe high above his head and prepared to send it into Sorian’s skull.

Two whispers shot through the sky and both bandits dropped dead, leaving the Redguard standing in dumbfounded confusion.
“What is going on?” He thought. He then saw the feathered shafts of two bolts sticking out of the Imperial’s skull. Instantly, he looked from side to side, sword still held in front of him.
“who’s there?! Show yourself!” He yelled.

Behind a bush just off the road, Vasha shook her head.
“Foolish young man. If he doesn’t learn to watch his back, he’ll get killed.” She said to herself.
“Nevertheless, we’ve dealt with the bandits that have been such a hassle since last week. There is no need for us to remain and get involved with him any further.” She tapped a ring she wore on her hand which began to glow in a deep green.
“One…two…three.” Simultaneously, five pillars of black smoke erupted from behind various bushes.

Sorian saw the smoke and ran to the nearest bush.
“Who are you?!” He asked, but no one was there.




OOC: Revan, just for your information. The ring Vasha used is something I've decided on as a communication device. Varying on the number of taps, it displays different colours. In this case, green meant 'retreat'. The rings are connected. If one glows, all the other ones will glow in the same colour. Vasha probably has multiple ones. One is connected to the ones her team wears, the other to perhaps other teams or the Narza'Tai main command? Colour codes should change regularly, just in case.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Apr 26 2008, 10:05 PM

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann smiled back, "I did," he answered, walking outside with Dalrus, "Whenever I wasn't getting shouted at and chased down by strange Altmer or getting prodded by spells, I was usually wishing you were there."

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Rann

Rann smiled back, "I did," he answered, walking outside with Dalrus, "Whenever I wasn't getting shouted at and chased down by strange Altmer or getting prodded by spells, I was usually wishing you were there."

Dalrus, Council Chambers


"Aww, you're so sweet," she said half heartedly. "Why did you go? I mean I know Altair and you have talked about it, but...we could have used your help, I could have too." she said, not angrily but she was no longer quite as playful. "I mean, if what you did was incredibly important, but..I just don't know why you left me...er I mean all of us," she looked up into his eyes. Some of her hair fell over her left eye but she did not push it back.


Agrippa, Legion Fort


"Lazy patrol Captains, I should have them all whipped for their insolence," muttered Agrippa as he took his seat in his office. The fact that he was General was certainly not hidden here. His official paper stating his position was framed on the wall above his seat. All his old armor pieces were on display in glass cases. The room was of oak with the white and gold curtains and the navy blue cloth of the provincial legions. On each side, outside of his door, stood two Imperial Guards, another piece of proof that his life was valued, for the white and gold clad Imperial guards were better trained than any others, save the Hands of Almalexia, though her existance was debateable to Cyrodiilians.

There was a knock on the door. "You may enter," he said haughtilly as he spun his chair to look out the window. Agrippa always felt it best to do this when visitors came, lest they thought his attention was fully on them. He looked out the window for at least a minute, though he was really just planning to turn around, and thinking of his words. "Oh, so very sorry, I had almost forgotten you were coming," he lied. He knew they were coming, and in fact had his armor polished, his desk polished, the floors swept and polished and the curtains dusted. He had a habit of doing this before any guest came that had any remote connection to someone important.

The courier was obviously confused as to why he had said enter and then claimed he was not expecting anyone, however, he let this pass and placed a report down on the desk. "Umm, a report from the General of Valenwood," he said uncertainly as Agrippa placed an ornate glass container full of Flin on the desk.

"Come now Garrius, sit, have a drink," said Agrippa in what he thought was a fatherly voice, though it came out as though Agrippa was dimwitted.

"Umm sir, I am just a courier, shouldn't I just leave?" he said hopefully.

"Now now, your father is a councilor correct?" he said with an heir of one who wants to sound as though it is insignificant.

"Well, yes, that's why you specifically asked for me to be the courier isn't it?" said Garrius

"Oh did I? I had almost forgotten," said Agrippa, mentally smacking himself because he did not want Garrius's father Lucius finding out he had planned this.

After an incredibly awkward 15 minutes in which Agrippa had attempted to non-chalantly compliment Garrius's father, but had worded it so that it sounded as if he wanted to execute him, Garrius put his foot down. "Sir I really must go, I just remembered, umm, we're under attack so I'll catch you later," he said after pushing away his third glass of Flin. It was a pathetic lie, but Garrius did not wait for Agrippa to reply and left in haste, scowling as he stubbed his besandled toes on the way out.

"Tell your father about our fun little get together, won't you," called Agrippa, completely ignoring the fact that Garrius had claimed they were under attack. Agrippa smiled to himself and waited for his next visitors...

OOC: Agrippa, though idiotic and cruel, is also kind of a funny character. Metal, did you want Flogir and him to meet, they can now if you want.

This post has been edited by Florodine of Hlaalu: Apr 29 2008, 09:09 PM

[Dantrag]

Dalrus, Council Chambers


"Aww, you're so sweet," she said half heartedly. "Why did you go? I mean I know Altair and you have talked about it, but...we could have used your help, I could have too." she said, not angrily but she was no longer quite as playful. "I mean, if what you did was incredibly important, but..I just don't know why you left me...er I mean all of us," she looked up into his eyes. Some of her hair fell over her left eye but she did not push it back.

Rann

Rann hadn't expected his joke to change the entire mood of the conversation, but since it had, he was forced to finally explain himself.

"After the battle was over, everyone found their niche, you know? Altair with his democracy, you with the guild, Flogir with his militia, hell, even that Karn bastarde found a group to lead. What did I do? I helped rebuild some houses and helped relocate refugees. I know this sounds stupid, but I had no goal to work towards until Altair and I found some information about my heritage, and I wasn't going to let the opportunity to figure it out pass me by."

He smiled a little and brushed Dalrus' stray hair back behind her ear, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, but I didn't think it was fair to make you leave your position to go chase after a stupid dunmer headed for Summerset Isle."

Voltar

Voltar stepped into the Council Chambers moments after Rann and Dalrus walked out. He glanced at Veric and smiled that small smile he always did when amused.

"It appears that your 'project' has returned. Care to fill me in?" Voltar ventured, his curiosity piqued.

Altair

"He walked into a very elaborate trap, that one," Altair commented, "It may take some time for him to realize it, though."

Just then, another Councilor, this one from High Rock, entered the room. The meeting was to begin soon.

"We will speak more of this later, Voltar. Business calls now."

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Apr 30 2008, 12:20 AM