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

[Saquira]

Nihri

Taking her swords from the Palace guards when they walked out of the building, Nihri turned her attention to her new companions. Though some of them had valid points, several also seemed utterly foolish. The glare from the Bosmer didn't exactly help either. Strapping Icicle on her back, and fastening the short sword to her side, she thought for a bit before talking.

“No offense, but I don't really care for what you think about the emperor or who should take his place, at the moment I only care about the fact that you should keep your voices down about it. We can discuss politics when we're away from the city. The empire have killed people for less.” Nihri said with an even tone of voice, glancing back at the palace.

“I'm Nihri by the way.”

Deesei

Taking her quiver from the guard Deesei slung it over her shoulder and watched her new companions as they talked. It really was an odd bunch. An orc, two bretons, a dunmer, a bosmer, a khajiit and herself. None of them seemed like someone who she could get along with well enough to be friends, but then she where only with them because of the money the mission was sure to get her. Not to say she couldn't cooperate with them, but cooperation and trust were two completely separate things.

Hearing the comments about the emperor, Deesei choose not to say anything. Sure, the emperor didn't seem very sane after she'd seen him at the meeting, but still she didn't think it'd be wise to talk about it to a bunch of complete strangers. For all she knew there might just as well be a blade amongst them. And so she held her tongue until the Bosmer brought up the subject of names.

“I'm Deesei, a witch hunter,” she said, looking over at the others.

OOC: Next up: The Solo Rollo