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

[jack cloudy]

Semir Grey

"Well, that man certainly had too much to drink." Semir remarked as the old man wandered off. The stranger had not looked drunk, and the Nord had been far too forceful in his response as well. What was his name, Kelzar?
"I'd best keep an eye on him for a bit. He doesn't seem like he'll cause trouble for the mission, at least not yet. But he's got a past he prefers to keep hidden." The Daggerfallian agent thought to himself and mimicked the Nord's shrug as he too boarded the ship.
"His business is his, but if that past hides trouble that will come seek us, I'll have to be prepared for it."

As he stepped up to the officer on deck, Semir regarded the payment the man demanded for his service. Back during the briefing, it had been implied that the ship's payment had already been taken care off. But they'd neither received papers clearing their passage, nor did the man ask.
"I guess we're expected to buy passage with our advance payment. Oh well, it wasn't as if I was going to use the money for anything else though you can never have enough bribe money."

"Are you going to pay or leave the line?" The sailor asked him.
"Why certainly, just give me a moment." Semir answered and produced a small moneybag from his sleeve. He added the coins to the bowl and after some deliberation, he paid the asked for price twice and then some.
"The lady is with me, same with the bird." He said, pointing at Alora. She had mentioned lack of payment so he deduced that she wasn't too well off financially. In fact, she might not even have enough to pay for the boat as far as he knew, not if she was also going to take her hawk with her. Now the bird looked like a hunter and it probably could feed itself as they travelled down the river. That still left the sailor's consent to having it return to its master from time to time.

The sailor looked at the two for a while, taking special notice of Alora's hawk.
"As long as it doesn't compassion all over the deck. Welcome aboard." He finally grumbled.
"Thank you, my good man. And have a good evening."


OOC: Next up, whoever is around.