To Heir is Human II - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: and so it begins...

Rann

Rann trudged in the snow, his hood pulled far over his face to keep the snow off of it. He came upon Bruma's gate, and sighed with relief; the mojority of the trip was over. Unless, of course, the target had already left the city.

The countess had sent him once again to kill someone. This time it was a murderer. His target and another man had killed four children in Stendarr's Chapel in Chorrol. That was enough to make Rann's blood boil.

He stepped into Olav's Tavern and pulled up his sleeve; his tattoo was how the informant would recognize him.

[Channler]

Jonathan Constitine

Clop, clop, clop, clop.. "Damnable sound is about to drive me bonkers, oh hey, isn't that the Imperial City? Yep.. Thats that tower.. not sure what it does, wonder who lives there? Oh duh, the emperor..."

"Deary could you please stop the "clopping"?" Jonathan patted the horse behind her ear, her neigh was a weary one. Not a tired one, but a 'By the Nine when is this blasted trip going to be over' neigh. "Oh don't worry, we'll be in Chorrol eventually, no rush anyways.. No job after all.." He paused for a moment swat away an insect attempting to steal his blood, "..No food either.. We've got to fix that one deary? Oh sure, you can eat grass but what about me? I'd look incredibly silly if I had my british boat up in the air and my face in the dirt munching on a bit growth."

The scenery had finally changed from the chilly, ugly climate of the north and finally turned into that of the Great Forest. A prayer was said to the earth spirits for safe passage and good speed. Jonathan never embraced the Nine ideology, and found the Deadric Worshipers not quite fancy company either. In fact what he followed was more along the line of the Dunmer's ancestor worship, however a bit more mundane and a few less ghosts. "Creepy buggers" He mumbled, then to himself another prayer, a bit more sincere then the first, "Häncstó eben óten heten pïritssá foén hëten andlá ndäën héten ïráën, eepcë äfésá ouryó hildca ndáën arborhí suén äfesë assagëpá."

Jonathan held his repeater crossbow at the ready whilst descending into the darkening canopy.