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[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
New Vivec Streets

"What?" was all Dane could say, greatly confused by this legionarre's utter lack of a coherent retort.

The quick possibility that it could be in Argonian crossed his mind, but he decided against it.

"You damn legionarres are all the same!, You just sit here on our street corners and soak up the charity of the city until you become fat and bloated. It's low, even for a legionarre, to dress up and impersonate a beggar." He snapped while thrusting his finger into the lizard's chest.

Malik
Peligiad

It hadn't been long until an unguarded nobleman happened by.

"This is wonderful!, now I can occupy myself during this long afternoon!" Malik said with a smile to himself.

He crept out of the side of the tavern window and stalked down to the road in front of the city, the nobleman's back to him. As Malik crept along the Nobleman had no idea what was about to befall him.

Malik pounced on the Noble's back and repeatedly beat him on the back of the head. The nobleman gave a yelp and fell to the ground, uncouncious. Malik giggled happily and dragged the nobelman off to the ruin of the old fort and an almost certain afternoon of torture until his inevitable death.

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[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer Streets of New Vivec

It was hard to ignore the pleasant images in his mind. The thought of taking that arm, ripping it off, and feeding it to that sack of crap almost put another grin on his face. But there was something else... something trying to rise within him. That hate he had for the man in front of him... it was growing to a hate for all things.

The little lights that resembled fireflies once again made their appearence. Whisking about Val's body, lighting occasionally then fading. With them came a memory. He supressed it though, he would have time to worry about it later.

His injuries may not be fatal anymore, but they were still there. His body simply couldn't keep up with what he wanted it to do. But, he still found the strength the speak this time.

"I don't work for the legion anymore, scumbag." His gaze fell to the finger still poking his chest. "And don't touch the outfit."

It was bad enough he insulted it by claiming he dressed like a beggar, but now he was touching it. That was a no-no.

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
Streets of New Vivec

"I'm suppose to belive the lies of a dirty legion-lover like you!?!?" he spat with anger. He was seriously insulted that this lizard thought he was dumb enough to fall for that.

"And I'll touch your dirty rags all I feel like, you pompous boat" <---(Subtitute boat for the unkinder version of butt)

He felt his face reddening as he lost control. He knew this argument would surely result in violence.

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[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer Streets of New Vivec

He snapped. He would have certainly heard something along the lines of glass breaking if he could still think, but he couldn't. Val-Jeer was gone. The thing which threatened to destroy him had returned. It happened so fast... a shock of pain through his body, a ring in his ears, then pure hate.

With a growl, his arm darted forward for the man's neck, reopening the hole in his shoulder. Blood soaked through the white coat and ran along his arm.

His eyes were a souless coal black.

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
New Vivec streets

Dane was alarmed by the sudden change in the Argonian, still it mattered nothing.
As the Argonian had him by the throat he reached out and decked it in the side of its reptilian face in an attempt to break his hold.

Malik
Fort Peligiad

Malik was in a fit of laughter. The nobleman, who had no lower jaw anymore, was screaming in agony and the sound was reverberating off the stone walls of the empty fort. Torture was one of his favorite activities and he would make sure this one lasted the whole day.


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[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer Streets of New Vivec

His knuckles cracked as his hand jerked open, releasing the man. It wasn't the blow he recieved that did it. It was something inside him. His body was engulfed in a wave of hot agony as he doubled over.

With a serious of heaving coughs, he retched out a considerable amount of blood. For a moment, he simply kneeled there over the puddle.

Then he rose again. His once clean white longcoat now soaked red.

He rested his hand on the sword across the small of his back, growling with rage.

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
Streets of New Vivec

Dane didn't think he had hit the Argonian that hard. None the less the Argonian had stood up again and had his hand on his sword.

Dane was willing to oblige and he drew his sword just to be ready. The people scattered about as this battle came to a start. The guards would surely be there soon, but this hadn't come to Dane's mind at all.

[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer Streets of New Vivec

Val never took his black eyes from his opponent.

In a flash, he ripped the sword from it's sheath. It squealed as the silver blade came free. He held the weapon upside down, his fist over his chest and his other hand supporting the pommel as he aimed the tip at his opponent.

The lights flickered simultaneously as he leaped forward.

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[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
Streets of New Vivec

Dane wasn't prepared for combat, but at least he had a blade. He swept his sword up and parried the Argonian's strike.

"So it's to the death is it?!?" he said with anticipation. This was the sort of action he'd been waiting for.

The guards on the otherhand had just begun to be alerted. The squealing people of New Vivec had more than tipped them off. The Ordinators rushed off to quell this sudden brawl.

[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer, Streets of New Vivec

Val couldn't hear him. He landed and spun about, the blade howling as it cut in a wide arc.

It had before taken some time for the hateful dead to take control of their conduit to this world, but with someone Val had already detested openly insulting him it was much easier for them to sieze him. This, paired with his still present injuries, was taking it's toll at an alarming rate.

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
Streets of New Vivec

Dane had lept back and nearly took a blade in the chest. The legion monkey was a much better fighter than most. The only thing is he seemed to have no thought to his wounds, which were rapidly growing very serious.

The Ordinators had arrived to put an end to the violence.

"By order of New Vivec law, cease this now!" an Ordinator yelled to the two warriors.

Two of them grabbed Dane's arms and he dropped his sword to the ground. Dane tried to fight back but they were strong and all he could do was squirm under their strength.

Three other guards neared the maddended Argonian in hopes to take him as well.

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[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer, Streets of New Vivec

Nobody was to get in his way. He drew his arm back ready to slice the nearest Ordinator.

Another blast of pain coursed through him, once again making him wretch blood.

He looked up through blurry eyes to see the man who had just been insulting him restrained by two ordinators. He couldn't help but laugh inside, yet he was still unsure of what just happened.

"Ow-"

The three ordinators were upon him. Agony blasted him as they grabbed his arms and hoisted him to his feet.

Great... what did I do this time?

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[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
Streets of New Vivec

Dane was no longer paying attention to the Argonian, for he was being dragged of for prison. He whipped around and kicked his legs to no avail.

After some time they had reached the prison where the jailing process had begun.
They confiscated his sword and searched him for anything else. After finding a work knife and then taking the contents of his pockets they had thrown him in a cell.

"Damn... what have I got myself into...." he grumbled on the bare stone floor.

An ordinator approached his cell. "You have been charged with assault, disturbing the peace, and drawing a weapong in intention to use. After you chrages have been proccessed we will inform you of your sentence." he said with a droning voice, obviously accustomed to doing this almost daily.

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[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer, New Vivec Prison

Val's head slammed into the rough wall as the ordinators tossed him in. He rolled on his back and clutched his sore head.

"Dammit all to Oblivion!"

After a moment he sat up, finding a loaf of stale bread waiting for him. He reached for it and nearly chipped a fang as he bit down.

Resigned, he leaned back against the wall and began trying to recall what had happened. When he had passed out during the processing, his captors were kind enough to provide him with some healing. He was in the same situation he was in before, only now he was in a cozy prison cell, clawing away absent-mindedly at a loaf of bread that could easily pass for a stone.

He grinned. "Looks like things are finally starting to pick up."

He was unsure what was going to happen to him, but he had a good idea. From his time in The Legion, he knew what happened to people who were caught fighting in the streets. They were normally locked away to cool down for a while. The time varied depending on the situation, and the location. As far as Val knew, nobody was killed so he likely wasn't going to be there long.

He looked down at the bread. At least they fed him.

[Intestinal Chaos]

Dane
New Vivec Prison

Dane was accustomed to being in jail, it was nothing new to him. He got up then sat down on his cell bed. There was a plate of bread next to him, but he didn't feel hungry for the stale filth they fed prisoners.

He'd never been in a non-imperial jail before so he was somewhat unsure of just how long his stay would be. He looked across to see a sleeping bosmer in another cell, probably caught stealing.

He was in for a oring afternoon, unlike the nobelman in Malik's possession.

Malik
Fort Peligiad

Malik was currently drawing knives across the screaming noble's chest. The blood was flowing freely and he was having a wonderful time, Malik was, not the noble.


OOC: Sorry I got to go. Bye!

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[Kell-Reevor]

Val-Jeer, New Vivec Prison

Val had successfully gnawed away at least a tenth of the bread by the time he heard heavy foot steps approaching. He looked up to see an ordinator regarding him with a blank expression through the bars.

Val pulled his lips back in a smile. "Good day, sera."

The ordinator spoke in a monotone voice. "You have been charged with murder, assault on an ordinator, assault with a deadly weapon, arson, vagrancy, drawing a weapon in public, and disturbing the peace. Once your charges have been processed we will inform you of your sentence."

The ordinator walked away, leaving a bewildered Val. A moment passed before Val drew a rather large breath of air into his lungs.

"FFUUUU--"

A long stream of curses, swears, and insults to the entire Dunmer race spewed out, echoing through the halls.

[Dantrag]

Amili, Tel Naga

Amili opened the small circular door not far from the entrance to Melkaan's quarters (formerly Neloth's, Amili's old master.) and peered out into the open air. It was time for Virk to take over, she judged by looking at the sun.

She closed the door and waited for Virk.

The male dunmer came fashionably late, causing Amili to tremble with rage, but she kept it under the surface; it could be released soon enough.

Amili gave Virk a curt nod as she walked away without a word.

Virk yelled after her in an almost threatening tone, "Be back in time for your watch."

Amili gave no sign that she even heard; she continued walking.

She needed rest, but even more, she needed to contact En'fel. If the ashlander didn't show up, she would take matters into her own hands, and hopefully be able to blame Virk for the whole thing...

She walked down the streets slowly, there was no hurry; Virk's watch lasted for quite awhile, and she had no intention of being on time anyway. She stopped at the library; she needed a few spells.

Walking in, she accepted the help of the librarian in finding certain books.

"Will it be fire as usual?" the librarian asked with a smile.

Amili smiled back. When she thought about it, this was the only person she liked even remotely. Everyone else was merely tolerated. "Yes, I'll take a few, but that isn't my main purpose."

"Well what was your main purpose?" the librarian asked.

"Are there any books with powerful location spells here?"

The librarian paused for a second, and even answered, but it was a quiet mumble and Amili couldn't make out the words.

Soon, the librarian was leading her down an aisle, taking books off the shelves two at a time.

"What are you trying to locate? Enchantments, animals, humanoi-"

"Specific person." she answered, cutting the librarian off. She wasn't in the mood to listen to a list.

"Hmm...we used to have a book like that, but someone took it. It was a rude one, Telvanni, like yourself."

"Virk?"

"Hmm...yes, I think that was the name now that you say it."

"Alright then, lets get those fire spell books." Amili said, changing the subject. Her plan was to track down En'fel, but apparently, that would involve stealing from Virk, which she didn't want to be doing with so many other things on her mind.

She left the library with a Telvanni slave carrying a bundle of books for her, headed for her quarters in Tel Naga.

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

Megil-vivec

Megil istened t Falx's request,

"It is a very reasonable request, you may do so, but know this, soon the houses will begin recruiting their own armies in the city. Though it is within my right to stop them from doing so within city bounds, it is beyond my power to stop them from building their own defenses. I willa loow such activity so long as it remains under control. 5 armies under one roof is a very unwise move, hostilities are bound to happen. "

"I have had to postpone the meeting with the imperial diplomat, but I will meet with him later this week to discuss terms of transport for the legion. So soon your men will have a chance to leave this land that so passionetly rejects them."

[minque]

   
Jonacin
Zergonipal
Jonacin was surprised when Serene kissed him, but then kissed her back. When they finally broke apart, he spoke. "Well if you want to, we can go back to Ald Ruhn. Now that we've been here, we can get back quite easily"

OOC: Why on earth would he be surprised? they are married after all.....

Serene
Zergonipal

"Why yes..we could, but i promised to arrange those Redorans as support..hmm but nevermind, I reckon Sedrane could do it instead...did you know he´s also a bit telepathic? He can get in contact with Athyn...wonder where the old man is now btw..?"

[Aki]

Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec

Isaarin finished, took a sip of tea, then said, "Does this make sense to you?"

Raavin
New Vivec

Raavin nodded slowly. "Yes," he said simply, and smiled at Isaarin. "It will very much benifit the both of us."