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]

Chapter 2(cont): Starting Over Again.....


Ian,

I have taken all of your belongings in the name of my employer. Don't bother tracking me down, I don't exist. Know that your old Argonian client is dead.

A fellow agent

Ian crumpled the scroll in his clenched fist, and smoldered it with a weak fire spell. He stormed out of the Bastion, not going a particular direction. It was an insult, a humiliating event, another agent had stolen all of his resources and killed his employer. Ian hoped 'the other' hadn't located his caches of gold. he hurried to the ones here in the city. In the Arborium, Talos, one of the patron gods of war and battle, stood in the center of the area. Ian hid in the bushes and quietly slid away a hidden compartment in the base of the statue. Yes, the gold was still there intact, Ian grabbed the bags and hurried away. Another dead drop was in Green Emperer Way. He located a grave without a tombstone and dug it out. Like the other cache it was all here. With some of his weath back in his safe keeping Ian traveled to the Waterfront for the night.

The Bloated Float, what it lacked in quality it made up for in shady atmoshere. It was a good place to hide from the law and order of the city. The publican, Ormil, knew him as well as the orc bouncer. He payed ten gold for the room, and headed below deck to sleep......

A fellow agent..... who and how did he- or her- know who he was. it was an agent's greatest fear to be dicovered by another agent. But Ian had noy met any others who might steal and robb from one of their own.......


Suddenly Ian woke to a thumping noise outside his room. He donned his clothes, and opened the door and was greeted by an imperial in chainmail armor. The intruder seemed surprised. "Wha, what are you doing here? And who are you?" He seemed not very intelligent, and that was an advantage. Ian lunged forward and tackled the large Imperial. While the brigand was stunned Ian grabbed his wrists and twisted, both of the man's wrists snapped. He howled in pain and agony, as Ian tied a cloth aroung his arms, binding them behind his back. he also did the same with the man's legs. Now the interogation could begin, "Ok you, I ask the questions now. I ask you a question, and you give me an answer. And if I don't like the answer, we're going to have a problem, got it?" The man appeared to have got it quickly. "Alright who are you and who do you work for?" He wimpered, "My... my name is Linch..... I'm.... I'm with the Blackwater Bri... Brigands." "Why are you on this ship?" Ian asked Conversationally. "Look, that scroll over there has all you need, just don't hurt me." Ian read the parchment,

Linch,

You are to destroy these notes a soon as you've memorized them:

Don't get in Minx's way upstairs, and make sure that ALL the cabins are empty.
After we recover the Golden Galleon, we'll meet up in Bravil in two days for payment.

Selene

"Please don't hurt me." Linch cried. "I won't," Ian knocked him out. "much."

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Oct 7 2006, 06:15 PM