A War Of Houses Playground Options

[DoomedOne]

(OOC: finally able to make another post)

Along the side of the road rather close to the Ahemussa Camp, or where it used to be, five Ashlanders were tied to sticks, around them holding weapons to their faces were three Telvanni scouts. Scattered around the road were six bodies, two ashlander, four Telvanni. Among them was the old scout-leader, with his armor covered in tiny icicles that all seemed to go in one direction.

One of the Telvanni, a battlemage with a glass axe, sat there interrogating the leader of the Ashlander group, En'Fel.

"...and it was En'Fel," the Ashlander finished. Even on the stick, which distorted his posture, he stood over the battlemage.

"Fine, kill the girl," the battlemage ordered.

"What the Hell is going on here!" demanded a short, pale looking dunmer (or a tall, dark-skinned imperial, En'Fel hadn't decided)

The battlemage twisted around, as though cut off guard. Both the other Telvanni shifted and held their swords out.

"Mind you're own business, this is an execution of thieves, nothing more," the Battlemage said arrogantly.

En'Fel made eye-contact with the half-breed traveller. He said his next words in utmost seriousness, "Please, cut off his arms but leave him alive, I'll have some questions for him."

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane arrived at the fort exhausted and panting. It was damp, musty, and had the strong smell of burnt wood.

It doesn't look like we were followed

Dane thought as he walked through the ruin of the old fort. He placed the argonian on the ground and sat down himself. He sat there for a little while trying to catch his breath.

He looked at the uncouncious argonian legionarre.

"Thank your scaly hide for my change of heart..." he said quietly to the uncouncious beast-man.

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[Megil Tel-Zeke]

Megil leaned into Darus, and said softly

"I agree, I don't like any of this house bickerings, Had it been my choice I would have never allowed them in Vivec, but it is even beyond my level of influence to choose."


he turned to the counter and let out a small cough, trying to catch falx's attention.

"excuse me sir, I'd like a word,"

[Channler]

Megil leaned into Darus, and said softly

"I agree, I don't like any of this house bickerings,  Had it been my choice I would have never allowed them in Vivec,  but it is even beyond my level of influence to choose."
he turned to the counter and let out a small cough, trying to catch falx's attention.

"excuse me sir, I'd like a word,"

Falx slowly turned around, he was washing the insides of the glasses.

Damn that door bell, I need to fix it

"Good.." He hesitated for a moment when he noticed who it was, very out of character, "Good morning Lord Megil, what brings you to my humble tavern."

I wonder if he knows..

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[Intestinal Chaos]

Isaarin awoke in his chamber. The affects of the skooma were gone but he still had a pleasant feeling. He looked at the scroll of parchment he was holding in his hand before his nap and started reading his own skooma-addled rants.

"Domination?" he said outloud to himself "Even on skooma I amaze myself" he laughed as he rolled up the scroll and put it into his pocket.

Domination is such a wonderful idea!

He thought while beaming happily.

I'll have to address this idea to the council of course, but they're all mine to control one way or another

He stood up and stowed away his skooma pipe back in the false compartment in his drawer. He stretched his arms out and yawned loudly. Naturally he couldn't wear the same clothes he had just been wearing the day before so he changed into a nice red elaborately embroidered cloth outfit and walked outside of his room.

"Guard?" he said to the man at post.

"Yes ser?" the guard replied.

"Make plans for a trip to New Vivec, I must speak to the council" he answered casually

"Yes ser!" the guard replied again

Isaarin strode it his dining room and had a little bit of breakfast before heading onto his silt strider and traveling out to New Vivec again.

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[Megil Tel-Zeke]

"Ah yes, of course Falx. Get me two glasses of cyrodilic brandy, I know you have some, I gave permission for the importation of the liquor to this location."

after the drinks where served Megil got a bit serious.

"I've been watching you for a while, there's a rather large file on record in regards to your activities. But seeing as how you have done nothing but help the prosperity of New Vivec, I am willing to forgive you of your little secret, and grant you the promise that your crime will never surface in case of an investigation."

After Darus had finished his drink, Megil dropped a few unmarked gold coins on the counter, currency good everywhere in vvardenfell but used only by those who could afford the full value of gold.

"Come Darus, I have to finish some paperwork," he said casually, but once outside whispered to his guard,

"the visions keep getting stronger, I can't ignore them anymore. I had a vision when we encountered Isaarin, we must be very cautious about that man, be on the lookout."

[Kiln]

Cal noticed that the man put his hand inside his robe, but Cal couldn't risk to unstrap his sword, because a 16 year old with wielding a very large sword was indeed ackward. At least in these times.

"Good day, mister.", Cal said and smiled. "I have a few questions to you. It'll be quick, I promise." Cal walked up close to the man, and stood face to face. He glanced quickly around him to see if any guards was nearby, there wasn't, and he turned back to the robed man. Cal looked up and down, noticing most details about the man, including the fact that he was gripping his sword. "Oh, I wouldn't do that. There's guard around, you know. People like us have to.. stick together, eh?", Cal said and smiled his cheerful smile again.

Kiln looked around, confused as to if the boy even knew what he was talking about.

Is he with the legion? Nah probably not...what did he mean? He probably mistook me for someone else...or maybe not...

He looked down and realised that, while gripping his sword, he'd moved part of the robe aside and made his blade visible.

Quickly, Kiln pushed the robe back over his blade and glared at the man.

"Listen kid, you'd best keep quiet if you know what's good for you." He said trying to cover up his fear of being discovered

After a few moments passed he looked over his shoulder and returned his stare at the boy, he was still afraid the kid would say something to the guards.

"Who are you and what do want from me? Is it money? I'll pay you, just keep quiet, alright?" Kiln offered quietly

[Intestinal Chaos]

Isaarin stepped off the silt strider boarding plank and onto the wonderful architecture of New Vivec. This time his personal bodyguard Yegmaim Gro'Baglar was there to greet him.

"Ah, hello Yegmaim!" Isaarin said happily

"Greetings sir" Yegmaim said gruffly "I trust your trip was a comfortable one?"

"A yes indeed" he laughed "No need to worry so much about me"

"If you insist" Yegmaim said stepping to the side of his employer.

They began walking to the council mansion on the Hlaalu tier (or whatever) and arrived in a timely manner. Isaarin and Yegmaim walked inside the building and headed straight for the council room. Since he sent a summons before leaving everyone should be there.

Isaarin walked into the council room and smiled "Hello everyone!, comfortable?" he said with a large grin. Not actually expecting an answer he took a seat at the large stone table that dominated the small room.

"Now I know what your gonna say but.... what the hell, Let's conquer Vvardenfell!" he said almost conversationally

The councillors were at a loss for words, they stayed silent, confused wether or not this was a joke...

"uhh, sure" "okay" "fine by me" they all intoned after a while.

"Now.... what's your opinion? Anyone have any problems?" he waited for a little while. "Good!" he said enthusiasticly. "So whaddya want to take over first?"

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[Channler]

Falx

After Megil left found a stool, sat down, and looked over the coins. It seemed that several flashbacks happened. One of the Battle for Cyrodill, another at the time he tried to kill Arcyakt, and the last when he finally found the right path again.

His mind wanted to go back to the fight, but this war that was to errupt wasn't a imperial war anymore, it was a Dunmeri(SP). Best to stay low.

Abulard

The Redguard was out doing meager errands, but he wouldn't complain. The shop supported him as well and he lived a wonderful, unburderned life. The elder redguard had grown closer to Falx over the last five years, being his only friend in a imperial hating society.

He opened the door and stepped in, "Hmm, I see Megil has stopped by? Any trouble?"

Falx looked up from the stool, "No, none, but I am forgiven of my past.. past.. tresspasses.. Like the mob cares."

Raxle O'Conner

Mid day, that was the time the legionarre awoke, after not having a sound officer for so long there was no point of being strict. Most of the soldiers were either fat, or drunk. Fortionatly, or Unfortionatly Raxle was neither.

"Calil! Any word?" O'Conner stammered

"Nay, but I had heard an interesting rumor..." The Nordic legionarre taunted.

"And...?"

"Well I heard that the Aldmer(SP) are rebelling on Summerset Isle, interesting stuff aye?" Calil stared at Raxle wide eyed, being one of the newer soldiers and everything.

"You know what soldier? Take all your rumors and stuff em up your Nordic boat, how the hell would even find out about that stuff?" Raxle shook his head, " hamster cave idiot.."

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[Megil Tel-Zeke]

While letting Darus think about it MEgil approahced one the the gates that beckoned people into vivec, he questioned the ordinators standing watc and recording new immigrants

"anything suspiscious?"

"no sir, everythign has been good so far today."

"Good," megil replied, occasionally greeting a citizen or two. Megil tried to keep a friendly relation with the citizens, trying to give the image that he was approachable. But people still seemed to frightenedof him, perhaps it was his power, or simply his strange blue eyes.

"What of house news?"

"Well Isaarin left shortly after, and has returned several minutes ago, hastily rushing to the Hlaalu hall" the chief ordinator told Megil.

"Hmm, bit strange, well thanks keep up the good work

[Kell-Reevor]

OOC: Done with chores, done with classes, and the site is back up so here goes...

The Argonian behind the desk lifted open the heavy iron strongbox. The customer, a burly Imperial in expensive clothing, gave an impressed whistle.

"How much?"

The Argonian hesitated, and gave a sad look at the box.

"Two thousand."

"Two thousand?!" The man sneered. "Your whole shop isn't worth that much!" With that, Val watched the man storm out.

He couldn't be any more wrong. His father's shop, while small, was one of the more reputable establishments in Cyrodiil. Lining the wall behind the desk was an vast assortment of magic staves and other artifacts. Along the left wall was an array of repeating and twin crossbows, as well as plenty of mechanical lockpicks and probes. Against the right wall were finely polished suits of armor on wooden stands.

Relief washed over the Argonian clerk. The item in the strongbox was very close to him, which was partly the reason he charged so much for it. Val watched as he reached in and removed it's contents. A beautiful katana with an edge so polished it appeared completely white. The look of pleasant memories came to his eyes as he twirled it about with the skill of a professional swordsman. Noticing his son watching him, he returned the weapon and shut the box.

"That was a long time ago," he whispered to himself.

Now, Val found himself holding a thin silver chain. On it was a charm in the shape of a leaf. His father had given it to his mother as an engagement gift. Its abilities were unknown to Val, but he knew it was magical. With the sword he claimed using one of his father's lockpicks under his arm, and the charm clenched in his fist, he looked with disdain at the house. The arguement that had just taken place was fierce indeed.

But not as fierce as the fires that were now burning. Shocked, Val could only watch helplessly as the building became engulfed.

Soon, the smoke blackened out all of his vision, and he could hear screams... and laughter. The house was no longer burning before his eyes. No... now he was IN the building. Except, it was much smaller. The polished wood floor was replaced with dirt.

It was indescribable, especially when he began to feel the burn of the flames.

"Mom... Dad... I'm so sorry," he whispered in his sleep.

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane looked down at the sleeping beast-man.

I could have sworn he was only knocked out... I'll never understand beastmen

"Hey wake up" he said poking the sleeping legionarre " Your talking in your sleep..."

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[Red]

Darus talked with the Ordinators before walking off with Megil. He knew that Megil wanted to show the citizens he was approachable, so he smiled as he walked along with him, occasionally complamenting a passing citizen's clothing or other appropriate features. All he could think about was Isaarin, for He knew something was up with that man.

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[Kell-Reevor]

Kell opened his eyes... slowly.

Moonmoth, thats where I am

His whole body was numb and he lacked the strength to make any quick movements. Still he managed to lift himself up into a sitting position.

I'm still alive... why?

Staring right at him was the answer.

Him again...

[Soulseeker3.0]

Stuaros pace in his bar

they should have been here by now!

At that moment he heard the door open and he saw a guard come in. "Ah good just led him to the bar and, Were is he!?"

"umm sorry ser, he got away."

"He got away!? Were did he head to?"

"Moonmoth legion fort, or the remnates at least"

"and you didn't look for him? Get Delfran and tell him to get ready to search for bandits." Stauros turned around "I want to speak to the "slave" personally"

"yes ser, right away ser"

moments later Delfran came into the room with good steel armour and a steel diakatana(sp) "You called ser?"

"yes like the quard was to say, we are going to hunt a bandit, but what the guard didn't saw was that the bandet was a so called "slave" and he took out, if I remember correctially, a guard or two. So I want to talk to this beast. Pack 5 or 6 Filn, I don't know how many friend this argonian has ans I don't want to leave a person out."

ooc: lol I want to find you guys and do something
-ARGGG!!! just about nobody is on!!!
-oh well i'm getting off (probebly) for the night

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[Dantrag]

Sel

"So...can I come in, or is it a bad time?" Sel asked the girl patiently; apparently it was a busy day.

Akar

Akar smiled. He liked this ashlander. From what he had gathered in taverns, they were severely oppressed by all factions and were struggling to survive.

Akar decided that arm-cutting was a rather good idea. fun and morally right. What more could you ask for? Peace, he decided.

"Come on." he pleaded with the Telvannis. "What will you gained by killing these ashlanders? Just leave, and no blood needs to be shed here."

If they don't leave, this arm-cutting will most certainly occur... he thought to himself.


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[gamer10]

No one was listening, so he qiueted down, as he walked up to the door to see who was there.

"Move aside." he told Anara as he glanced at the person at the door.

"Who are you?"

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[Dantrag]

"Sel." he said, looking this man over. "And who the hell are you?" he asked, returning the rude tone.

[gamer10]

"Sel, strange I seem to remember that name from somewhere." he said as he stepped aside to let the dunmer in.

However he didn't answer the dunmer's question.

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[Dantrag]

"Okay..." Sel said as he made himself comfortable. "So how do you know Serene?" he asked.