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War of Houses, Playground 7

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En'Fel
New Vivec

"Oh, that's amusing. I almost wish I had finished him off. Well anyway, I still need that sword, and that will make the deal. I need to know when Melkaan Uvirith plans to go back to Sadrith Mora. Let me think for a second on how you can accompany him..."

En'Fel pondered. "I have it. Your friend, have him put a writ on Melkaan Uvirith. It will fail, obviously, but it will convince him he needs the extra protection of a good mage beside him. Then, when he returns, it will be expected you accompany him. I know the type, he will fear for his seat in power and draw those he trusts close to him, while pushing those he does not trust farther away."

En'Fel smiled at the thought, "He will rely on you for one of his biggest forms of protection. He will sign away his succession to you if you play your cards right. But, you can't let any other assassin get to him or all eyes fall on you as the plotter. It has to be me, as I explained. We do this, and the transfer of power is smooth, no Telvanni will know I worked with you, and no Ashlander will know you worked with me. My vendetta is settled, and we can meet a peaceful arrangement so that our two peoples can share the land."

En'Fel felt like he had to give a sign of peace, and no time was better than now. He took the amulet from his pocket and wore it. Immediately, he felt the blood flow through his muscles much more evenly, more relaxed. He felt a control over his muscles and his nerves. He grinned at the great sense of relief that washed over his body, end enjoyed the sudden confidence.

Isaarin Sithiln
Hlaalu District, New Vivec

Isaarin snuck through the backdoor into the Jail system and locked it behind him, unnoticed. It was his safe house. Most Capitals in this city had their private jail as part of their rights, seeing as how they were independent houses, they deserved to give their own justice, under the close of inspection of Megil TelZeke, but their own justice nonetheless. These jails were more like symbols of independence and therefore, were nearly completely unoccupied. This one had three prisoners. One was a Hlaalu coup leader who could not be trusted in the public prison from fear he would draw support. Another was a murderer that needed his own pricate cell, and the last was a simple informer with an unknown boss. Isaarin could hide in here. He was no coward, he simply liked avoiding people who prone to violence with any reason to be angry at him.

Sul-Matuul

"Ues of course, Jonacin, but we should make haste. Please, as we walk tell me about the progress you're having at Ald Daedroth." (you don't actully have to, we can skip to where we arrive)

Kaushad
Zergonipal

"I'm glad you agree," Kaushad slipped in sometime during the ceremony between mother and son.

He looked to Sedrane. "For our latest task, I will need about a handful to check in and receive their orders. They will be moving farther South to attract scouts and lead them into the Grazelands, where they'll lose the scouts. It's an important mission, and I'd ask that you join them, but your safety is of more concern."

Kaushad remembered his son being dragged away. He knew the story of Sedrane, and his origins, but refused to tell him for his own peace of mind. Sinnamu Mirpal may have had to many encounters to figure out exactly which one led to her son, but Kaushad how far too few encounters, and knew the exact timeline between his encounter with Mirpal and her birth of Sedrane. "You're a strong leader, and I'll need you wherever you feel you'll be able to lead your men best."

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Sep 22 2005, 12:06 AM

[Wolfie]

En'Fel
[b]Sul-Matuul

"Ues of course, Jonacin, but we should make haste.  Please, as we walk tell me about the progress you're having at Ald Daedroth." (you don't actully have to, we can skip to where we arrive)

Jonacin, Near Zergonipal
"Let us go then my friend. The training in Ald Daedroth went well. The warriors were hard workers, and now all are skilled in the use of medium armour, as well as shields and longswords. I would have taught them the secret of the Shehai, but in none did I find the spark that allows it to be called. I fear it is a skill native only to my own race"