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

[grif11]

Taedril

"Ah, Taedril returns to Valenwood eh?" the Border guard said cheerily to the dark elf. He had met the elf many times, passing to and from Valenwood. "Yes. The Khajiit are destroying the place, and it's about time I get some vengeance on them."

Just as Taedril was about to pass into the Bosmer homeland, A female Imperial, atop a black steed halted in front of him. Taedril quickly drew his long sword, before the woman quickly said "Wait! I have a message for you!" Taedril was offered a letter, the imperial seal clearly visible on it. Taking the letter, long sword still in hand, he replied to her "go now, you've done your job."

Putting away his long sword, he broke the seal and read the note. "Well? What does it say?" the wide-eyed guard eagerly said. "Well my friend, I'm going to have to cancel my trip. The Emperor has asked for me."

Only about two hours later, Taedril was standing inside the Imperial palace, where a jester seemed to be entertaining Martin. "Hmm, I'm sure I've seen that jester before," he muttered to a nearby breton. Before he could say anything more, the doors opened and a mix of characters walked in. Archers, mages, axemen, soldiers and rouges, all different races.