To Heir is Human II - Playground 5 Options

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[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Leyawiin.

Flint was sitting in a corner of the inn, rapidly applying stitches to a still shapeless mass of brown fabric. He looked up when Dalrus and Sodsa arrived, his hand trailing near his blades for just a moment. He smiled and nodded.
,,Ah, Sodsa. I was just about to go look for you. Could you try this on please?" The Breton asked and applied the last few stitches. He then approached the Bosmer with his bundle.

,,I'm not sure if you want this but seeing how you got pretty beat up back in Chorrol, I figured you would like some glass armour. The glass is beneath the outer layer so you don't act like a beacon to every bandit with dreams of riches." He explained and held his creation out in front of him.
,,So, wanna see if it fits?"



(If you don't want it, the armour simply won't fit. )



Green-Root, approaching Cyrodiil city.
The air was devoid of sounds. Still, a few fires lingered in the city though the guards had managed to bring the situation back under control. That would not last, though. If anyone would stare into the water, he or she would see a dark mass of shapes flying through the water. Fish, or something more evil?

The Argonians slid through the water with the grace of their kind.
,,Group one starts from the left. Group two from the right, Group three waits here and sinks any ship that tries to escape. Don't engage the sailors in battle, poke the hull a few times and move on." Green-Root ordered in the secret tongue Argonians used underwater.

He himself joined group one. The Shadowscales swept from ship to ship like an unseen plague, drilling holes into the hulls with their spears. The fleet would have been a formidable force against any foe above the waves, yet underneath it, this very same fleet was completely helpless and at the mercy of the Argonians. A mercy they did not receive.

Several ships tried to escape, none made it in the end. People splashed into the lake, a lake that soon took on the crimson colour of red as an aquatic battle begun between the Argonians and the sailors. Unused to fighting in this environment, the resistance was practically nonexistent. Finally, two hours after their bloody work began, the Shadowscales returned to their master.



Unknown man, near Bravil (too balance out things. Those pirates need to be stopped permanently)

The pirate captain took a healthy amount of Sujamma. The repairs had gone faster than expected. Just a few more minutes, and they would strike Bravil. He smiled at the thought of screams, blood and loot.
,,Sir! Sir!" One pirate suddenly shouted from the mast. The captain grumbled.
,,What is it, you landlubber?"
,,A robed man is standing on the water in front of us!"

The captain moved to the bow. Indeed, a man dressed in a brown robe stood on the surface of the water, his face hidden in the shadows of his cloak, gloved hands casually gripping a black staf emitting an ominous red hue. The captain was surprised at seeing someone standing on the water, obviously thinking he could stop them.
,,Ha, so some of those damn mages survived our slaughter of Leyawiin! Did you come to join your friends?" The Captain shouted down at the robed man.

The robed man raised his hand and removed the cloak, causing gasps and screams of utter fear all around. With a bony grin, he raised his free hand towards the ship.
,,Alcohol is bad for your liver but good for fire. Burn as you burned Leyawiin, monsters." The man spoke and launched a single fireball at the ship's hold where a large collection of alcoholic beverages was stored. Within minutes, the ship burned down completely, its crew unable to escape thanks to the paralysis put on them. With his deed done, the man turned around and slowly walked back into the forest.
,,Now, back to my original task. Where are you, Selina?"



(I'll post him in the character thread. Veterans from the first rp might recognize him already. Slow as a mudcrab, enough firepower to keep up with Death.)