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

[Dantrag]

Alora

They exited the room, pushed out by Emperor with very little idea of what they were doing. Alora figured that he could at the very least provide them transport; Morrowind was a long trek east over mountains and then through a desert. The damnable fool hadn't even mentioned any sort of payment. Alora hoped it was understood, but she was wary of the crafty Imperials. The young hunter didn't know her new companions, but she thought it might be good to get her feelings out in the open.

"Eager, aren't you, dark elf?" she said as they walked outside, "This sounds pretty dangerous and we get no advance gold to help us? Our little sobbing Emperor didn't even mention any sort of reward, as if we should all help him out of the goodness of our hearts?"

By the time she finished her moaning and groaning, they were back at the entrance, and guards were returning their weapons to them. She slung her bow and quiver over her shoulder, stuck her dagger in her boot, and whistled for Horos to return.

The bird came swooping from the sky, landing on her outstretched, gauntlet-ed hand.

"All I'm saying," she continued on, "Is that the Empire is crumbling, and we are all from different provinces that wish for their independence. What has the Empire done for us to expect my loyalty? Where was the Empire when Valenwood fell to the Khajiit?"

She paused then, finding herself locked in a hateful glare with the khajiit of the group. She suppressed her prejudice just enough to keep herself from spitting at the cat's feet, and finally broke eye contact.

"Anyway, I can't be the only one thinking along these lines, right?"

OOC: UP NEXT: REVAN