Redemption, part 2 Options

[jack cloudy]

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Alright, part 2. Still not much redeeming going on but whatever. Now instead of continuing the story, I figured I'd use this post for all the miscellaneous stuff. Things like a character list and the recap for part 1. So be warned that this post CONTAINS SPOILERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!


RECAP FOR PART 1 Again SPOILERS!

One night, the palace is breached by unknown assailants. Following standard protocol for such events, the Emperor is secretly transported to the prison by his Blades. The Imperial Battlemage, Ocato, declines to join him, claiming that the situation is under control and that his services aren't needed.

Despite having reached the prison safely, the Emperor soon finds that he is still in danger. It is then that Uriel receives help from an unexpected ally. Angoril Bobardi reveals that the very cell he has inhabited for decades, contains a secret escape route that was built during the simulacrum at the order of Jagar Tharn. With this passage and the considerable magical prowess of Angoril, the Emperor manages to flee the deadly trap.

Also freed from the prison by Angoril is Maorlatta Orgnum, a young (by elf-standards) and somewhat naive girl who was arrested for the crime of sleeping in the park. Once free, she quickly makes herself scarce and eventually finds herself in the shack of an old fisherman who lives on an island in Lake Rumare. The fisherman seeks the help of the thieves guild to rid her of the manacles and prison outfit that would have every Legionnaire arrest her on sight. Unfortunately, the one assigned to pick the locks on the manacles informs Vicente Valtieri instead, who takes a personal interest in the girl’s talent for camouflage. Maorlatta is saved by the Redguard Sorian, a young and rather strange lad who keeps going on and on about something he calls an Ansei. The two team up to go treasure hunting in a nearby Ayleid ruin.

Meanwhile, Angoril returns to the prison. Pretending to be from the palace, he gets a vital clue from the Argonian private investigator Grey-Tongue. The Argonian sends him to Chorrol to find the source of the assassins distinctive red robes. To get to Chorrol, he summons a shiftgate, circumventing days travelling. From Chorrol the trail leads to Kvatch, a city whose precise location he does not know. Unable to summon another shiftgate with reasonable accuracy, Angoril seeks more mundane passage to Kvatch.

While Angoril is travelling, Maorlatta and Sorian hit the Ayleid ruin. After some trouble with a zombie, they strike gold and find an abandoned office with some intact artefacts. They attempt to sell the artefacts in the Imperial city, where they are intercepted by Grey-Tongue and then Vicente Valtieri. Sorian again makes the vampire flee. The next morning Maorlatta wakes up in the Imperial palace with no recollection on how she got there or what happened during her stay at Grey-Tongue’s house. Jauffre interrogates her in the garden at the top of the tower.







Redemption's persons of questionable importance

Main characters:
Angoril Bobardi: An Altmeri sorcerer who inhabited a cell in the Imperial prison, fully aware of the secret escape route. After leaving the prison, he makes it his task to track down the leaders behind the red-robed assassins.

Maorlatta Orgnum: A Maormer from Pyandonea, sent to Tamriel at the command of king Orgnum. Circumstances land her in the same prison as the Altmer. After escaping, she returns to the pursuit of her own goals, one of which is to become filthy rich.

Side characters:
Grey-Tongue: An Argonian private investigator. He is a friend of Hieronymous Lex and has been hired by the guard-captain in the past. Grey-Tongue is hired now as well by the city-guard to investigate the events at the prison and find Uriel’s corpse.
Guard-Captain Hieronymous Lex: Hieronymous Lex is the man put in charge of investigating the massacre at the Imperial Prison. Upon finding that Uriel Septim was seen entering the prison that night, he hires Grey-Tongue to help him uncover the truth.
Sorian: A Redguard who saves Maorlatta from Vicente Valtieri. A simple wandering swordsman with a slight Ansei-obsession.
Rajn Geydar: A Wood Elf who lives in Kvatch. At one point possessed a piece of the Balac-Thurm.

Others:
Guard-Captain Argelius: A colleague of Hieronymous Lex who describes him as the man to call when you need subtlety.
Bannon: A merchant who travelled with Angoril from Chorrol to Kvatch
Baleni: Daughter of Rajn Geydar
Doruk: The Bouncer who worked at Rajn Geydar's restaurant. Deceased.
Penald Baurus: Blade and bodyguard of Uriel Septim.
Berius: Lord Protector and Head of the palaceguard in the Imperial City.
Valen Dreth: A Dunmeri prisoner. Not the most pleasant sort.
Jennifer Renault: Blade, recently promoted to captain.
Glenroy: Blade and bodyguard of Uriel Septim.

Fenasim: A member of the emperor's Palace guard.
Mankar Camoran: The father of both Raven and Ruma. He is the leader of the Mythic Dawn and its prophet.
Raven Camoran: The ‘Hand’ of the Mythic Dawn, an organization with an unknown purpose. What is certain however, is that the Dawn wants Uriel Septim dead.
Ruma Camoran: The sister of Raven, she serves the Mythic Dawn as Priestess. In the same night that the attempt on the emperor’s life is made, she infiltrates the vaults beneath the Imperial palace to steal two artefacts.
Harrow: A member of the Dawn, Harrow used to be an Armiger stationed in Vvardenfell.

Ludius Bester: Member of Bester and Bester, the Kvatch Hall of Mercantile Interests. He runs the office in lower Kvatch.
Aelwin Merowald: An old fisherman who lost most of his leg to Slaughterfish. Friend of Delmar Tunius.
Rajn Geydar: Owner of the Eight Provinces, a restaurant in Kvatch.
Ra’Jezhr: A Khajiiti lockpicker in the employ of the Thieves Guild, Ra’Jezhr is also coerced into serving the Dark Brotherhood’s interests.
Simanuel Rosendorf IV: The owner of a silk-plantation near Chorrol

Umbacano: An Altmer who lives in the capital city. A well-known collector of Ayleid artefacts.
Uriel Septim VII: The Emperor of Tamriel.
Brother Tanner: A priest who serves in the Kvatch-temple. Looks like a Septim.
Delmar Tunius: An old fisherman who lives on a small island in lake Nibenay.
Vicente Valtieri: A member of the Dark Brotherhood, he takes interest in Maorlatta’s talents at stealth, and desires to make her an assassin, with or without her cooperation.

Latta’s evergrowing list of people only she knows:
Levvelyn of Glashorn: The hero of a popular series who spends most of his books saving the world, slaying vicious monsters, duelling devious Altmeri warlords and chasing the girl.
Irrillys: A fictional princess of Pyandonea, she is Levvelyn’s love interest. Posesses an unfortunate talent for being kidnapped by devious Altmeri warlords.
Mettildi: The Maormer that taught Maorlatta how to fight, though his methods traumatized her to the point where she is mentally incapable of defending herself.
Master Zelthir: Another Maormer put in charge of educating Maorlatta. Master Zelthir is a well-known and highly respected healer.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Sep 22 2013, 07:36 PM

[jack cloudy]

A short one. This update features Angoril, the Altmeri sorceror who is trying to find the Mythic Dawn. His search has led him to a Bosmer named Belgoth, who possibly provided the distinctive clothing of the Dawn. However, since the mer has been murdered before Angoril's arrival and since he can't just ask for his ledger, Angoril has chosen to break into the store under the cover of the night.



INTERLUDE


Upper Kvatch


Night fell on Kvatch, but the city only darkened to the point of a rosy glow. Lanterns lit the streets, Braziers burned atop the walls and the temple and inner keep both glowed with magical stones.


To Angoril this presented both difficulties and opportunities in equal measure. The main difficulty was of course in the lack of total darkness that would have hidden his actions. The Altmer debated the problem with himself as he walked towards Belgoth's store. He could make himself invisible, or he could use an illusion that made him appear like Ludius Bester of the Kvatch Hall of Mercantile Interests. Both had their drawbacks and risks. Invisibility was basic, but people were suspicious to objects moving on their own, such as a door opening or closing. The illusion would be far more difficult. It required an eye for detail not just in the physical but also in the man's mannerisms. Having a Bester enter the dead Bosmer's store, perhaps to pick up some documents, would be less suspicious. But he didn't know if the real Bester had returned to Lower Kvatch and who had seen him.


Angoril sighed. He would go with invisibility, along with a spell of silence to mask his footsteps. Unless someone was using magical sight, he would be undetectable. And better a regular thief trying to make some coin out of a rich corpse, than a man who couldn't possibly be there doing something that was quite out of character.


He rounded the corner to the street that housed Belgoth's on demand fabrics. The sorceror had already removed himself from eyes and ears the last time he walked through a shadowy ally. Not even the mugger napping in an empty barrel had noticed him pass by.


There was the door. Angoril looked around to see if anyone was watching before he went to work. He drew upon the air, turning it into an extension of his hand. The attention his telekinesis required was almost too much and for a moment all three spells he was now maintaining wavered. He pushed the thoughts of doubt aside and redoubled his efforts. Within the lock his ghostly hand went and probed, then delicately clicked the thumblers in succession. It took multiple tries and several combinations before the door released itself. Angoril took one last look around, then slipped inside.


"That was almost too much. I should renew my practice when I have the chance." The Altmer thought to himself as he wiped the sweat off his brow. He elected to drop all his spells, using only night-eye to give him the vision he needed to navigate in the dark. Invisibility was not needed in an empty building and neither was silence if he practiced discretion. He turned to relock the door before walking up the stairs to Belgoth's office. No telling if Bester or some other thief got the same idea he had. The advance warning could be critical.


The office was exactly the way it had been this morning. The stacks of books, both scholarly and novellas though all with the merchant-trade as their theme, the desk and the deer's head mounted on the walls. Angoril had thought of the order to do things and went to work at once. He ignored the books, as well as the wall-safe behind the deer's head. The head had been shifted which was how he'd discovered the wall-safe in the first place. There was a good chance it had been emptied out already. No, his first goal would be the desk. He knew it kept documents of some sort that Ludius Bester had deemed important enough to review and keep hidden from him, yet of a nature that kept him from moving them out of the store.


The lock on the desk was simpler than the one on the door, just a single tumbler that fell to his telekinetic finger in seconds. The Altmer retrieved the documents and laid them out on top of the desk. Next he opened the satchel he'd bought at a general goods store. From it he took a handful of dirt that had been generously donated by the temple gardens.
"The spell of duplication, how did it go again? Ah, yes."
He spread out the dirt next to the papers. Then with one hand on the dirt and the other on a document, he focussed. His will took hold of the dirt and enforced a new reality upon it. Grains of sand shifted beneath his fingers, coalescing, drying, hardening, reshaping, becoming a perfect copy of the document. At least for a day or two.


He repeated the process with each document in turn. A handful of dirt, casting the spell. Once he was finished he put the originals back where he'd found them, diligently removed every speck of mud he'd left on the desk and relocked the drawer. He removed the deer's head and opened the vault hidden behind it. Ironically, though the rotary mechanism of the safe was considered a greater challenge to the common thief, to a sorcerer who could directly touch and move the latches, it was easier than a tumbling lock. It was not empty as he had presumed, but what it contained was mostly useless. Some random valuables. Gems and keepsakes. There was one heavy tome however, which he duplicated.


Angoril made a quick sweep of the other rooms on the second floor. The bedroom, the kitchen, the bath and a small living room. There was nothing of interest however and the Altmer decided it was high time to leave. As a tresspasser, he preferred to spend as little time at the scene of his crime as possible. He would safely look at what he'd found in the inn-room he rented.