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A War Of Houses - Playground 8

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En'Fel
Out at Sea

En'fels chunk of ice was luckily not seen, so it continued floating along, and was washed away. When it finally melted, the wood was so rotted En'Fel managed to rip through easily, and swim to shore. He had no idea where he was, but luckily the current went right along to Eastern Vvardenfel from New Vivec, so he had to be somewhere close. It was a horrible distraction. He hoped Amili wouldn't start looking for him until he appeared. Then he could find her.

He wandered around the rugged terrain until finally happened upon an old shack at the edge of the island. He thought about and realized he had no other choice, so he opened it. It was abandoned.

In side he noticed a spyglass sitting at the window. Curiously, he looked inside, and saw the Sea in the distance. He aimed it around until finally spotting a ship, the ship he was supposed to onboard. He tipped his spy-glass further away, and noticed he was actually quite close to a Telvanni town. He grinned, he'd be able to find a way there.

Judd Vhahl
Balmora Outskirts

Judd set up his ritual perfectly, with each of his captured victims forming a trangle, draw in his blood. He then cut each of them with his ceremonial knife, and drew their blood-lines to the center. When he was finished, he stood at the center, and closed his eyes.

Swish the knife flew through the air and stabbed on in the neck. He walked along the blood-line, making sure his bare feet always touched the blood with each step, retrieved his knife and reutrned the the center. He performed this twice again on the other two victims. When he returned the the center on his last victim, he stuck his wrist out and kneeled on the floor, cutting it with the bloodied knife, he mixed their blood with his. He began to chant and he continued to draw scars over himself. The scars quickly disappeared after he fiunished them, and with it his aching knees lightened and became stronger, his muscles regained their strangth, his graying hair faded to black, and he transformed.

"Now then," he said, standing up, "Time to have some fun."

Wred Halius

Wred awoke and began to cough. He felt unnaturally awakened, like someone grabbed him and shook him up.

It's time his mind said, Cover your face in the potion

What sort of potion is it? Wred asked. He was worried Isaarin poured a little maliciousness into the potion before he brewed it.

It's supposed to permanently change your appearance, but a little water seeped in so it will only be temporary, do it now

Wred rose his face and dumped the small vial all over himself until he was incredibly wet. He felt his face muscles quaking, but couldn't tell whether it was working.

A familar man then barged into his cell. He looked up. Wred realized it was Megil TelZeke, but with his armor gone, and seeing as how he never wore Hlaalu anything when he went killing he would not be recognized.

He heard the guy knew his name, but Red, or Wred, or some similar spelling was a common name. He would never be able to draw the connection to Isaarin Sithiln's assistant.

"For my freedom?" he asked, and realized even his voice was different. Remain silent he heard a voice tell him, and Wred shut up.