Demon's Uprising RP 001 - Playground Options

[Demon]

It was a quiet night by 8 plates standards. With only 3 quaters of the amount of the usual crowd drinking and chatting loudly in the bar. This was very strange, as the recent rumours of a 7th house appearing out of nowhere should be have been sure to attract large numbers of people eager to disuss this recent development of gossip. Kalloros sat quietly at a table, alone in a corner by himself, clutching a glass of grief and musing about the recent speculations. It was rumoured that a city had just appeared out of nowhere somewhere near red mountain and that their guildmaster was planning a full scale on house Telvanni. This did not greatly effect Kalloros as he did not tend to asscociate himself with Telvanni and he definitely had no aquantances with this new house. But still, he thought, there is always need of an assassin and when one has the abilities of Kalloros, they will always be sought after. Quietly, he payed his bill, with only a muttered good night to the innkeeper, and left for his appartment which was located above an argonian's house near the Morag Tongue guild hall. As he walked back he thought about his unsuccessful attampts to kill Jonajosa, the one who betrayed him all those years ago. The first time he got close enough to shoot a bolt into his chest, in the hlaluu plateu in Vivec, an Ordinator had tripped up and knocked him to the ground. He laughed at the memory, he had been so furious at the time but now that he thought back on it, he was lucky not to be arrested for possession of a loaded killing machine in a public place. Sighing, he opened his door, slipped out of his clothes and got into bed.

[Channler]

Channler watched Davion walk very wearily into his room. Even though Channler was having difficulty's with all this information, maybe a mental block, but Davion had just lived through something most normal men wouldn't. He glad to have someone on his side, whether that side was the good one was yet to be decided
Channler walked outside, he felt sick in all his thoughts, maybe the fresh air would make him feel better. One lesson from the academy ran through his mind, "Defend when your weak, but attack when your strong." Channler said alloud. A very simple and easy to grasp principle, yet so many have fallen because they didn't listen to it. "When are we strong" Channler thought, he felt strong but did that really make him strong? When troubled Channler would usually practice his magical ability's. Not only did the academy take those with superior combat prowess, but those that were destined to be great battlemages too. That was Channler's intended career path, a battlemage. The empire had no idea how powerful Channler's magic was, he had hidden, the only thing he could have that no one else would try to use. Or at least that was his philosophy when he was a Child.
Muttering a few words he summoned a skeletal champion, then lifting but a finger, launched a fire ball so hot that it appeared to be a blue orb into the skeleton. It flew into a hundred peices, at that Channler smirked. "I had better stop." Channler thought to himself, "Lest someone finds out that I'm not an invincible warrior, but an invicible mage" Now was not the time, but magic does run out, so better to conserve it.

He turned to Davion's house but glanced back at the seared ground hoping that maybe someone would come out in the moring and wonder as to what happened. But now it was late, maybe another 3 hours untill the moons set.