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Wred
Vivec

Wred remembered his last conversation with a servant of Isaarin's. The business of information and assassination were giving Vivec quite an ugly face next to the glistering one Megil Tel-Zeke liked to impose. It was a rumor, just a small rumor, that Legionnaires were gathering in Vivec. Wred did not believe it, nor did he care. He promised the citizens of hla Oad he would stop war from coming to their village, and yet his newest orders seemed to do nothing except progress Vvardenfel to warfare.

House Hlaalu was no more facing a threat than creating one. They were breeding their own enemies through treachery and oppression. Isaarin, he was promoting it. Hlaalu was bad enough before he decided to harass Ashlanders, murder Legionnaires and buy assassins left and right. It was him, he was the cause of it. Isaarin was crazy.

Still, he had always been like that. It was just that now he had the means to accomplish his goals. He would be a key instigator on any coming violence, and the facts were right in front of him, if he cared to see. If he bothered, he would see that Redoran, Telvanni and the Legionnaires do have the ability to fight back.

But it was too late for Wred. He made his decision, there was no turning back. He had no one else in all of Tamriel. Well, that wasn't perfectly true. Still, his duty now was to do exactly what he had done before he became a guard at Balmora, hunt down and kill Legionnaires, possibly ones he served with like Kiln.

Thank Stendarr Kiln survived, Wred couldn't help but think. He was already in Perdition, he crossed the line be betrayel many times, but at least... not recently. At least the murder of a comrade was nothing more than distant memory and a bad dream.

So that's them, he thought as he saw eight men walking innocently down the street. He knew what they were. They were regulars, legionnairs, drawn to Vivec, gathered here. If they United, they would post a powerful threat. Wred knew what his mission was. He had to discourage legionnaires from coming to the city. Imagine it, men dressed as regular men, with their true allegiances exposed, and them executed for it by a single man. No legionnaire would dare leave the safety of their camp.

Of course, Wred had accomplished worse. With three knives concealed, one under each arm and one in the ankle, and his broadsword across his back, Wred was more than ready. He looked like a mercenary, with a steel chestplate and grieves, and leather everywhere else, including covering his face.

"Good evening gentlemen," he said, looking at them. One by one they turned back suspiciously. "I'm searching for where the uh... well you know, where we sign-up," he acted relaxed, and breathed deeply, yet he could not be more nervous.

"South a ways, in the Inn. Look for Falx," one of them said.

"Hey thanks," Wred grinned, and offered his hand for a handshake. The Legionnaire gripped it and shook it. At that moment Wred pulled him close and released the dagger from his other hanbd. He swung it around the guys back and stabbed him right in the side of the neck, then let the body drop. The others acted accordingly. surrounding Wred, pulling out their weapons.

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Sep 8 2005, 03:16 AM