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 simply glanced at the other mercenaries as they came in, assessing them quickly and ignoring the few attempts at conversation. Introductions could be made later. As it was, the emperor chose to stand up then, and she drew the conclusion that everyone who was supposed to come had. Her attention fastened to his face when he started speaking and Nihri could barely hold back the frown she felt coming up when she heard him speak about loss.

Stepping up to the table with the others, Nihri looked at where the emperor was pointing, Morrowind. Home of the Dunmer, generally unfriendly and coldhearted when talking with anyone but their own. Which was why what the emperor said made sense.

When the emperor finished, Nihri made sure she was one of the first out the door. She wouldn't have asked anything if she'd actually had a question, and she together with the others now knew what to do next.

Deesei

Deesei looked at the other people curiously when she waited for the emperor to speak, and when he did she listened, abruptly shocked when he started crying. An emperor wasn't supposed to cry so openly was he, was the thought that passed through her mind when she tried to get a grasp on the severity of their task.

The emperor took forth a map, and Deesei came closer with the others, sparing an odd look for the jester. She'd never seen Morrowind, and found herself wondering if the Dunmer really were as mad as she'd been raised to believe. Nevertheless that was apparently the place they'd be heading for, and it was in truth a bit of a relief to be doing anything at all.

He finished his speech then with a dismissal, and since Deesei couldn't think of anything to ask, she followed the khajiit out of the room after having bowed to the emperor once again.

OOC: saqin, SAQIN, Sa'quira, saquin, all different versions of the same name.

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