Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen Options

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen woke up early in the morning in his hammock. Yawning and stretching, he jumped to his feet and glanced at his surroundings. In front of his 'bed' was the door that lead into halls, and to his right was a simple drawer.

He went to the latter, and scooped up a brown pants and a gray sleeveless tunic. He wore them on and slipped on his flip-flops, then went to the exit.

I wonder how many miles we are from Seyda Neen? Better ask the Captain on that one, I guess. And my gear, too. That smith should repair it like it was brand new, or I'm gonna use my flippy-floppies as brass knuckles!

As he passed and glanced at many rooms that held snoring prisoners, he failed to see an old, but muscled, man in his way.
They bumped on each other, and the force of it knocked Cyldreen down.

"I'm sorry good, sir, I wasn't paying attention." the Breton apologised, while at the same time hauling himself up.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Jul 30 2010, 06:48 PM

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

"Good, then. You two go on ahead. I'll have to go raid the cafeteria for supplies. Not to mention extorting the resident healer for medicinal things." and with a nod, he picked up another messenger bag dangling from the wall and further descended.

Wait. I almost forgot the Imperial Seal!

He retraced his way and entered his room. He opened the drawers and searched in every corner. It was gone, no stolen! Somehow calming his panicked mind, he catched his thoughts and drawed every person he knew to connect the dots.

The Redguard? Not likely.. Riden and Tess? No. What about that Legion soldier who suddenly disappeared? From what I gather, those Imperials aren't xenophobic enough to raid somebody's quarters. The Altmer is out of the question ... Then, who?

It dawned on him and he searched the indigo brigandine of it's every pockets. He was so rushed, he stumbled upon an inside pocket. Curiously digging inside, his hands felt not one but two letters. The first one was the Seal, but the other was made of cheap paper with inks splotched on the side.

He opened it and suddenly wished he hadn't. It contained his true identity! He burned it to the last ash and with a snarl ran to the cafeteria. Something about that letter made Cyldreen go cold and angry, but nonetheless placed it aside as he entered said cafeteria.

It was obviously empty, save for the occasional rats and all. He ignored them and broke into the larder, taking every food and beverage he found to his messenger bag. It would last them weeks, he thought.

He then made his way to the healer's room. Unsuprisingly, it was locked. Smirking to himself, he backed away a few feet and charged with his spear aimed at the bolt. It sent shockwaves through Cyldreen's arms, but the job was done. The Orcish tip annihilated the steel lock.

"Who's there?!" an alarmed and paranoid voice suddenly boomed, painfully female. Cyldreen could care less about her gender, and as he kicked the door and entered, uninterested Breton became agitated Breton.

"Another Bosmer?! I don't have predjustices on you wood-suckers, but what the kinky hells?!" for moments, Cyldreen's chest rised up and down, before he calmed himself and his tone became suprisingly calm. "But I digress. Give me your whole batch potions. All. Of. It." the blonde wood-elf nodded with gusto and filled Cyldreen's bag with an assortment of potions.

"Good." he simple said and turned to leave, but not before a sheepish grin came on his mouth. "Oh, and I almost forgot." he swirled suddenly and grabbed the wood-elf by the shirt. Ignoring her pleas, he went to the cages and threw her in.

"Hopefully, when the Legion arrives on the scene, they won't find you a crumpled mess with some sailors grinning stupidly. You should be thankful of that." and with a whack on her head with a nearby pipe, he ran towards the stairs and ascended.