A Mystery Unleashed - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: sorry i forgot to post this yesterday

Sel looked around the drab tavern in the great city Cyrodiil, noting the many broken chairs and tables, not to mention the rank smell of giant imperials who had not bathed in months. He motioned to the bartender.
"Flin, please." he said.
Sel sat down at the bar, the aged stool creaking as he did so.
The bartender handed him the drink. "Not many dark elves living in Cyrodiil. What's your story?"
"A long one." Sel answered, hinting to the barkeep that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Enjoy your drink." the bartender said before turning to talk to another customer.
Sel finished his drink and walked out of the tavern to get some fresh air. He sensed a movement above him and looked up into the night sky, but saw nothing. A moment later, he felt a blow to the back of his head and fell unconscious.

[Channler]

Falx lay half asleep on his cot, just finally able to rest after the harrowing experience. What had happened in the battle was enough, but what just happened was horrifing. Then slowly his awarness of his surroundings began to dissapate untill there was nothing but black.

"Sir Albarnian!" A voice woke Falx up from his slumber, he lay there for several moments. This time it was a more agitated voice that called, "Sir Albarian! Knight-Errant Varro wishes to speak with you!"

Falx stepped out of the tent with his Imperial shortsword and motioned it towards the messengers stomach.

"Never wake me again..." Falx said in a harsh tone.

The walk to the main tent was normal as usual save for the lack of joyful soldiers that normally accompanied a victorious battle. No drinks were, about or maidens from the local villages. Just Falx and a assortment of scared people.

Falx stepped up to the main tent, absolutely the same as the normal soldiers only larger to accomidate a planning room.

He saluted the guard in front of the tent flap, for clearly he was a member of the Rough Riders, it was made apperant by the red sash worn around the neck.

"Falx Albarnias reporting as ordered by Lord Varro" After a raised eyebrow and a few grunts Falx was let into the tent. In the far wall that overlooked the meager cot was the intire map of Tamriel, all that was the empires. Even Falx remebered the better days, back when the Emperor feared not for his life and those that lived under the Nine-Divines experienced a wonderful peace. That all ended when the emperor went into hiding. Now the conglomerate of guilds runs the empire, in the emperor's name.

"Ahh, Sir Albarnias, or Knight as your friends call you? Welcome to my humble quarters, I'm sure your wondering why your here no?" Lord Varro's tone was quite happy given the rather dreary circumstances.

"Well, we have recieved some rather disturbing news about the capitol city"Varro said looking straight into Falx's penetrated eyes.

"How so" Falx manage to get out.

"Well do you remeber when the gates of oblivion were let open, and floods of Deadric servants that came with it?" Varro waited for a nod, "It seems that its happening again, save the emperor.." Falx noticed how he said that with a bit of reserve, "..is still alive, and the gates of oblivion should still be sealed."

"How does this affect me, sir?" he said with little conset about the possibllity's of another daedra attack,

"I am sending you, Sir Darius and a contingent of soldiers to go and report with the Captain of the Gaurd in Cyrodil, maybe they know whats going on." He said as he studied Falx, "If anything is abnormally suspicious I want you to report back to me immediatly, understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Do to the circumstance's of the mission, and your past service, I think your in line for a promotion. Now, Captain Albarnias, go and find out the source of these problems"

Falx took his leave, he wasn't thrilled by the promotion for it just ment more responsability, but that seams to be what Varro wanted. Reguardless he would go and gather his equiptment for the day long journey.