Ian, I was thinking of something new..... Options

[Lord Revan]

Well, for anyone who's read Revan don't worry I'm not abandoning it. I just decided to do a story on my actuel oblivion character. So I'm hoping you guys like it.

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Prologue: Vice and Graft

It was "happy hour" in the Flowing Bowl of Anvil. Most of the patrons were sailers on leave, "leave" in drunk sailer meant: take a break and get broke by drinking 'til you pass out. Beanlorn glanced around the crowds, and saw a familiar shape stride through the door.
Beanlorn knew the man and had even expected him. Ian did favors for certain people, and those people often did transactions in the Flowing Bowl. It steered some paying customers Beanlorn's way, so he kept quiet about the shady work going on in his establishment.

Ian spotted Beanlorn at the bar, and approached him. He casually dropped a pouch of coins on the counter, which Bealorn peeked into (he never was very subtle) to check that those were septims not some trash before he gestured to the rooms. As Ian stood in front of the 'wall' a board slid aside to let two eyes appear and make sure it wasn't some drunk Nord or something. The board closed again, and then a crawlspace revealed itself. The small meeting room, which was was illuminated by four blue lanterns in each corner, was occupied by his Argonian client and his two handmaidens.

Ian distained such flaunty displays of wealth and power (although he himself was a wealthy Imperial), but this was an Argonian, after all most were poor or only slightly rich. The client -Hurmun- squinted at him, with his lizard eyes. "Have you recovered to artifact? Or are you just wanting a chance to annoy me?" touchy little lizard, he thought. Reaching into his satchel, Ian removed a spherical humming rock. Yeah I got the sigil stone for you, Hurmun. Now do you have my fee? Or are you trying to waste my time?" Hurmun stared at the deadric artifact in his hands, then nodded at Ian. One of the Argonian maids brought a huge bag of gold, and handed it over.
"Now, Ian, I have a little matter that you can help me with before we depart." Ian furrowed his brow and frowned, "What would that be, lounge lizard?" Hurmun gritted his teeth (he did that when he was losing his patience) "A few of the bar patrons here don't want me to leave the inn.... alive anyway. I want you to.... dispose of these drunks." "Fine, but this had better be worth it." Then as an afterthought, he said "If you got gutted, it would be no skin off my bone -I have other clients"

Ian made his way down the stairs, there were four target he would have to kill: two Nords, an Imperial, and a Redguard. They were all leering at him, as he strode out the door. There weren't many bystanders on the docks, but the four brigands followed him out. He spun on his heel and unsheathed his elven shortsword, which was met by three cutlasses. The drunks were bigger and stronger, but they weren't thinking straight, and were clumsy. The commotion caused all the other patrons to come and watch in earnest. Ian held his sword loosely before him; the two nords tripped when they met less resistence than expected, and were caught between the hammer and anvil. Suddenly shouting came from the city gates and five guards charged toward them. The Redguard and Imperial, in a drunken frenzy, charged screaming at the watchmen, but were stabbed by the Anvil guard. Not eager to make a similar mistake, Ian sheathed his blade and set it on the ground along with his bow and arrows. "You have been found illegally brawling in the city limits, but you surrendered without conflict; that will be recognized by the judge, come with us...."

[Lord Revan]

Indeed Metal Mallet.....

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Chapter 2 (cont): Assassination.....

The group continued through the winding corridors, Ian was content to let the Blades handle the situation, and scavenge the robed figure's belongings. As they entered a large room, the younger guard-Glenroy- told them to wait while he scouted ahead. After a moment he told them it 'appeared' safe, and they moved to an iron gate. Glenroy swore and yelled that it was sealed, while Buarus suggested that they check the other doorway nearby.
There was no odvious exit in the small room, the Blades seemed to not know what to do. Ian was about to offer that there was a hidden exit somewhere, when a grating creaked opened and the Blades rushed to take on the assassins. Uriel closed his eyes for a moment as though in deep thought, and called to Ian. "This is where I depart, my young friend." He said handing over the Amulet of Kings. "Take it to Juaffre, and he will make the path clear to my last son." As he finished speaking an archway slid away and another cloaked assailent appeared. Before Ian could react, the warrior stabbed Uriel Septim in the back, and the old man collapsed. "Stranger," he addressed Ian. "Your loyalty to the Septims, is unfortunate." Ian nocked an arrow enchanted with a paralizing curse, and let it fly. It hit the figure in his sternum; he flinched and became still. Ian unsheathed his sword and held it threatiningly at the assassin's throat. "Who are you?" He asked. The figure's neck began to weep blood. "I serve the Mithic Dawn, and Mankar Camoran, my uncle!" With that, he tensed and threw himself onto the Emporer's blade and died. Suddenly Buarus stormed in and gasped at the sight of Uriel's body.
As he inspected his liege's corpse Ian surveyed the carnage of their battle, Glenroy lay beside one of the mithic dawn agents both had the other's sword in them. Buarus called him over by then. "Where's the amulet, I couldn't find it on Uriel Septem or the assassin." Ian showed him the jewel, and explained what the emperer had told him. "Grandmaster Juaffre? Well it makes sense, he of all people would know about this third heir." "You'll need to take the sewers out of here, it's the only exit. By the way, I heard you say you were an accomplished agent. is that true?" "Yes, I'm a nuetral agent. In other words, I'm a mercenary" "Well I've only heard about your kind of operative, but I'm hoping you'll help us crown the new emperor."

fifty minutes later, outside the sewer enterance.....

Ian took a deep breath of fresh air and freedom. It was good to leave the prison behind, and be a free man again. But first things first, he hiked up towards the Imperial City to sell his treasure and get his old gear back. The prison was not well guarded on the surface, so sneacking back in wasn't hard. Ian picked the lock on the chest his stuff was in. The chest opened to reviel a note....

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Oct 7 2006, 06:10 PM