The Roots of Svelkreen, Shards of a Broken Empire Options

[Uleni Athram]

The Posting Order


Ahrenil -> Jack Cloudy -> Uleni Athram -> Saqin -> Grif11 -> Dantrag -> Lord Revan -> TheTrueCaboose







Licensed fools and madmen, tumbling maniacs and demented entertainers. They danced to invinsible flutes, sang without words. Their noise of celebration echoed in the barren halls of the Royal Palace of Cyrodiil, where the political tension is thick and the Emperor innerly ravaged with some unknown turmoil. The Elder Council, in a rare display of affection towards their ruler, hired this troupe to thin the miasmatic fog that gripped the Palace from out of nowhere.

Of course, they might've also hired this troupe to simply hide the fact that the Mulberry Smiler, an assassin with some reknown, was among them.

The Mulberry Smiler, aptly named because of his/her blue-red-green costume, splitted away from the main group. He/She brandished a box from his/her inventories, a box with intricate carvings of birds and dragons. He/She held it to the air with reverence, held it in the air so the feasting nobles may see it.

The rest of the troupe all lined up in two lines beside the Emperor, making way as the Smiler now took steps towards Martin, who looked on with amusement. That amusement grew with curiousity as the Smiler kneeled before him, head bowed, box held out for the Emperor to take. He indulged in the act and took the box. The troup began to jitter and chatter wildly and excitedly. The Smiler made an eager motion and the young Emperor opened the box.

Its contents was a silky paper with the words 'I accept' written by a fluent hand. A smile lit up the Emperor's features as the Smiler now danced with abandon, the rest of the troupe doing the same.


And then the door opened, mercenaries and hired thugs entering.

This post has been edited by Uleni Athram: Oct 7 2011, 09:04 AM

[saqin]

Nihri

The thunder rolled across the sky when she got into the house, safe then from the cold of the rain. She had just taken of her boots and was about to put away her weapon when she saw that an envelope sat on the mantelpiece, a simple red wax holding it closed. The female khajiit looked around the room and entered it quietly, one hand on the short sword by her side. The only sounds that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and the noise of the rain against the roof and windows. After a while she relaxed and walked across the room to pick up the letter.

After looking around briefly she sat down at the small table and ripped the letter open with shacking hands. Worry was evident in her eyes and the way she held her ears when she unfolded it. Just as she'd expected it was written in the code the Blades had used during her time as one of them, and skimming through it Nihri furrowed her brow.

It was not simply orders or information, it was an offer to hire her. An offer of ignorance. She crumpled the papers together and put them on the fire before walking up to a dust covered chest in the corner. It held her armor and sword, and she breathed in deeply before picking them up.

It was so it came about that days later she stood with other mercenaries in one of the halls of the Imperial Palace, waiting to be let in through the doors to see the emperor. Thoughts tumbled through her head as she tried to make sense of the reason of her being there. Though she'd rather be back at the shack, Nihri felt this was something that had to be done, and she couldn't back down now. Just as she finished that line of thought, the doors opened to let them in, and Nihri fell into step with the others.

Deesei

The common room of the Merchants inn was quiet during the day as most of its inhabitants went about their business. The only people present were a couple of people eating and an argonian female reading a book. She wore a green robe and a quiver of arrows hung on her back though there was no bow in sight.

Not much time had passed when a courier stepped through the door.

“I bring a message for the witch hunter Deesei,” he said, after which the Argonian looked up.

“Yes?” she asked, and the courier walked up to her and handed her a small envelope. Then he stepped back a bit for her to open it. The letter had the usual layout of a job offer except for one small thing, it came from the Emperor.

Deesei looked up at the courier and smiled. “I understand, thank you,” she said and the courier left. She only put her book away before heading out on the street towards the Imperial Palace.

And there she stood a couple of hours later, waiting to be let in together with a quite odd collection of mercenaries. The palace guards had gone through how they were supposed to behave, and she was going through it in her head when the doors finally opened.