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

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Agrippa, Imperial Fort


Agrippa's face became stonelike when Flogir refused to exchange pleasantries. The differences between the two men could not be more evident than now. Agrippa quickly recovered "Umm business? I was not aware of any business, though I suppose I cannot know when every business affair I'm involved in has a problem," he said hautily. "What is the issue now? I suppose some of your men have been arguing with some of my men?" he said as if it was Flogir's fault.


Dalrus, Arboretum


Dalrus looked over at Rann and smiled "A lot of stuff has been going on, I've hardly had time for anything but work," she said truthfully. "The months after the battle in the Imperial City were some of the busiest times I have ever seen here. Obviously a year and a half long siege will do a lot of damage to a city, however, I did not know how much damage. It was incredible, the Plaza, Elven Garden, and Temple districts were hardly more than ashes and rubble. The Green Emperor way was utterly destroyed, the Arboretum was practically burnt, and the corpses in the city were more than likely outnumbering the living. So many citizens and soldiers died, I am surprised the population of the city could sustain such losses. However, we pulled through those awful months. I completely forgot about the Arcane University. The Mages guild spent all of our time here, helping, that we forgot about our headquarters. We were all living in a large string of apartments in the Market district," she stopped and looked as if she was trying to remember.

"When we arrived in the Arcane University we were not sure what to expect. We got attacked there, some of the Akaviri mages decided to start and opperation there. You see the tower was the only thing left, everything else had been destroyed. We fought with them and won after quite the fight, the Legion and Homeguard came in at the end and together we wiped out the remaining mages who had held themselves up in my bedroom." she stopped and examined a flower for a second before reverting back to her story.

"So the work of reconstruction began. We had more skilled mages than the mages guild ever had and so the Arcane University is much better now. All the buildings are rebuilt and enchantments are so deep into the place it is unlikely ever to be destroyed. When you walk in you will see that the floor is always covered in a mist. The Dining hall has been refurbished and is now a great building all its own. We have transports which take people to meditatation centers which are far out in the ocean. The Mystic Archives are enormous and the books float without bookcases. Now all you need to do is ask the librarian and she will summon the book. Dueling has become more involved in our lessons, battle mages are in higher demand as a major because of the war last year. I myself teach the Senior Dueling class and also the class on Ancient Runes, though that is not my favorite. Since I have united all the masters of the magic classes we have been in much better shape," she finished her story and looked over at Rann.

[Dantrag]

Dalrus, Arboretum

Dalrus looked over at Rann and smiled "A lot of stuff has been going on, I've hardly had time for anything but work," she said truthfully. "The months after the battle in the Imperial City were some of the busiest times I have ever seen here. Obviously a year and a half long siege will do a lot of damage to a city, however, I did not know how much damage. It was incredible, the Plaza, Elven Garden, and Temple districts were hardly more than ashes and rubble. The Green Emperor way was utterly destroyed, the Arboretum was practically burnt, and the corpses in the city were more than likely outnumbering the living. So many citizens and soldiers died, I am surprised the population of the city could sustain such losses. However, we pulled through those awful months. I completely forgot about the Arcane University. The Mages guild spent all of our time here, helping, that we forgot about our headquarters. We were all living in a large string of apartments in the Market district," she stopped and looked as if she was trying to remember.

"When we arrived in the Arcane University we were not sure what to expect. We got attacked there, some of the Akaviri mages decided to start and opperation there. You see the tower was the only thing left, everything else had been destroyed. We fought with them and won after quite the fight, the Legion and Homeguard came in at the end and together we wiped out the remaining mages who had held themselves up in my bedroom." she stopped and examined a flower for a second before reverting back to her story.

"So the work of reconstruction began. We had more skilled mages than the mages guild ever had and so the Arcane University is much better now. All the buildings are rebuilt and enchantments are so deep into the place it is unlikely ever to be destroyed. When you walk in you will see that the floor is always covered in a mist. The Dining hall has been refurbished and is now a great building all its own. We have transports which take people to meditatation centers which are far out in the ocean. The Mystic Archives are enormous and the books float without bookcases. Now all you need to do is ask the librarian and she will summon the book. Dueling has become more involved in our lessons, battle mages are in higher demand as a major because of the war last year. I myself teach the Senior Dueling class and also the class on Ancient Runes, though that is not my favorite. Since I have united all the masters of the magic classes we have been in much better shape," she finished her story and looked over at Rann.

Rann

"Sounds like we were both pretty busy. While I was in the Isles, I lived with an altmer mage named Orindion, whose father knew my grandfather and actually created the enchantment that's on my arm. So I spent most of my time doing work for him in exchange for his research into his father's notes and spells. I wasn't legally allowed out of Firsthold, except for one trip to Alinor, but Orindion still sent me other places."

Rann suddenly changed subjects as something he forgot popped into his head, "And I figured out that I actually have a last name. It's "Valas". I'm not sure if I like it or not, but at least I have something interesting to tell my father whenever I see him next."

They walked in silence for a moment before Rann spoke up again, "You know I was joking earlier, right? I really did miss you."