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

Nihri felt the eyes on her like stings when she walked into the hall, and the few guards she recognized gave her cold stares when her gaze met theirs. It was evident at once that the people in the hall had not expected to see the mercenaries, and many nobles showed their discontent.

The emperors invitation to eat calmed the hall somewhat, before the knight spoke up. She was surprised that anyone would dare speak so bluntly to the Emperor, but then the knight seemed as if though he knew how to take care of himself. The knight soon submitted himself to the emperor though, and Nihris' attention was caught by the nobles whose great interest in the man had suddenly vanished. Blades, she thought, the Emperor is always surrounded by his guards.

The female khajiit steered her steps towards one of the tables, but she hadn't even taken a platter when she felt someone touch her shoulder and put something in her hand. The “something” was another message, and Nihri erself headed for another room with an odd group of mercenaries.

Upon entering, her eyes fell upon the emperor, whom she'd seen only moments before in the hall. But apart from the Legate and the Emperor, the jester was also present. Nihri stepped aside to let the others in as she contemplated the fact.

Deesei

Deesei couldn't take her eyes of the well dressed nobles, and so couldn't miss their comments. She quickly forgot every ounce of etiquette she'd ever learned. She narrowed her eyes at one of the nobles, and was just about to say something when the emperor stood up. She listened silently until the knight Celdryn made his exit, at which her attention was drawn to the jester, and she laughed heartily when he threw the jelly at the nobles around him.

Still with a smile on her lips, Deesei walked to get some food, but hadn't gotten far when the champion of Cyrodiil walked past, putting a missive I her hand without a word. She watched him walk off before she opened the message, and then went to the side room that was mentioned. Once there she was shocked to see the emperor, and quickly bowed before placing herself next to the mercenaries.