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

[jack cloudy]

Semir Grey

"Hmm, I'm sure I've seen that jester before," The words came from the Dunmer seated beside him. Semir did not know the man, but it was obvious to him that just like himself, the Dunmer was not one of the nobles. Then there were the man's blue eyes, an odd feature for a Dunmer which suggested mixed blood somewhere in his ancestry. Semir had not pushed the issue however. It was both irrelevant and one never knew if it wouldn't be taken as an insult.

Semir looked at the jester the Dunmer had indicated. He had secretly inspected him before, as he had done with just about everyone he could see from his current position. He did not see anything in the man's features, costume or behaviour that facilitated recognition. Or for that matter, if he was looking at a man at all. But there was indeed something peculiar with the jester, something which took him a while to notice. The peculiar thing was not the jester himself, but rather the behaviour of the rest of the troupe. They all seemed to look at the jester far more often than usual. This could simply imply that this jester was the leader of the troupe and the rest followed him in the dance. In fact, that was almost certainly the case here. However, no matter how broken the Empire was right now, any entertainment provided to the Emperor and his court would be the best of the best. Any troupe hired for this event would therefore have rehearsed to the point they could dance blindfolded.

So yes, there was something about that jester. He or she was not part of the original troupe, a recent addition.
"Looks just like any other jester I've seen. But what about that rabble that's tumbling in through the doors? WHat are they doing here? Is something going on I don't know about?" He replied after a second of continued examination.
"Lord Perdien, please allow me to refill your plate." A servant called behind him. Semir nodded and watched how a new portion of meat, fish and vegetables were deposited before him. His eyes were not kept on the food however, but on the hands of the server. The slightest jitter or hesitation might indicate undue attention from the man, or poison.