A War Of Houses Playground #2 Options

[minque]

oki here it is-......

and here is the previous one

[Kell-Reevor]

Val stormed through the crumbling archway of the barracks, competely ignoring anything the half-elf might have said.

Lifting his head, he caught sight of a figure standing before him. He reached for the handle of his katana.

"Who in Oblivion are you?"

OOC: sorry chaos, had to continue without you

This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Sep 2 2005, 12:47 AM

[Red]

Darus followed Megil closely, he also had two Ordinators come with him. He looked at Megil and said simply "I and going to use his skin as a nice set of coasters".

Shakur
Shakur watched as the refugees went about there lives from his house, which also served as the council house, though it looked much like a temple. Large, stone bricks where the main building material of the city, though wood made up many roofs and other parts of the architecture. "Can I get you anything Hubbie? Maybe a drink?" said Heldvild, Shakur's wife. Shakur removed his large headress which looked like a shield with two eye holes, a mouth hole and a curved indent more than a sign of power, and then said "All I need is a reply from Megil, We need a place for about eighty of our refugees to live. We can't keep them in two family houses for ever". Heldvild smiled, she loved how caring Shakur was. "Shakur, some times you seem like too good a leader. For Mara's sake, you sleep on this balcony so the two other families in this house have more room" Shakur chuckled, and simply replied "I may be caring, but I have a theory that suggests you make the day shine".

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[Kiln]

The worries of being caught washed over Kiln as he stared at the man in front of him.

He pulled back part of his robe, showing his blade to the man.

"I don't want any trouble." He said softly as he continued to look at the man

Kiln knew that with all the people that had sighted him lately this man probably knew who he was but if he did not then he would just go about his business.

[minque]

"No more for me." Sel answered. "Celia's convinced me to take a slower pace on the flin." he laughed.

"So what has happened for the past...what has it been, four years?"

"And what the hell is Hlaalu currency? Nobody accepts septims anymore."

"Well we got married soon after the battle of Ald´ruhn, hehe we sort of had to..I was pregnant must have happened ...hmm I don´t remember really, then we moved in here and helped with the rebuilding of the town.....then Selena was born and we made some kind of life here....." Senen was silent.......looking sternly at the window....

"There still is something outside" she said with a bit of fear in her voice..


OOC: I really have to log off now..cya tomorrow!

[Kell-Reevor]

This man...

Val did not release his blade. The dunmer in front of him may have claimed he wasn't looking for a fight. But Val had been through too much to simply take his word for it.

But still...

I've seen him before. I know it.

Val straightened, and finally removed his hand from the handle.

"Tell me stranger. What are you doing here?"

[Kiln]

Kiln thought for a moment about telling him the truth but decided better of it and conjured up the most convincing lie he could think of.

"Just trying to find a few things to sell in town...so I can feed my family." Kiln said

Well, the legion is somewhat like my family...

Kiln removed his hand from his blade but carefully watched this man. Kiln had grown into the habit of not trusting anyone in the past few years and this man was no different.

"I assume that you were trying to find something here as well?" Kiln asked him

[Kell-Reevor]

So he's a looter. Come on dammit I know I've seen him before.

Val did not move, but he was still ready for trouble.

"In a sense. You may be looking for a means to feed your family, but I'm looking for my family itself."

Maybe I can stall him, just for until I remember where I saw him.

Looking into his eyes, he felt something stir in the back of his head. A memory trying to surface.

"You have an authoritive look in your eyes. That look that tells people you won't back out of duty."

Val straightened. Perhaps just a bit, he felt a certain trust about this Dunmer.

"I used to know many people with that look..."

[Kiln]

Kiln felt a certain calm come over him as he stood there. He stepped closer to the man and looked around behind him and to his sides. This man was either hinting that he was legion or was insane.

"I'm going to ask you this once, and only once...are you legion? Either that or a fool to even speak with me. What is it?" Kiln said harshly

After a few seconds Kiln said,

"Listen, what I need to know most is..." Kiln leaned closer

"Are you the messenger we've been waiting for?"

Kiln hoped this man was legion with all that he'd revealed or else he'd have to kill him for the sake of his men.

[Kell-Reevor]

Legion?!

Val stiffened and with wde eyes dropped to one knee. His fist over his heart. He remembered, the memory surfaced. This dunmer was an officer in the legion, and a high ranking one at that.

"Sir! I would ask you to forgive my demeanor. I am Val-Jeer, recruit of the Moonmoth Garrison. My loyalty is to my gods and emporer."

He could have continued for some time...

[Dantrag]

Akar

Akar awoke groggily and strapped on his sword, put on his boots, and approached En'fel.

"Where are we going?" he asked. "And might I get an introduction here? I feel like I'm travelling with statues here." he said with a laugh.

[Kiln]

"SHHHHHH...calm down and be quiet" Kiln said

He was overjoyed to find another legionaire but hid it carefully behind his mask that was authority.

"You want someone to hear you!?" Kiln said

Kiln was glad to have found someone in the legion, he'd only seen his men for the past few months since the messenger had stopped coming.

"There is no need for all that at the moment...no saluting or taking a knee...I need to know if you're the messenger from Ald Ruhn" Kiln said grabbing the man and forcing him to his feet, it seemed that he wanted to stay on his knee though

OOC:YAY! Another legion guy!

[Soulseeker3.0]

ooc: my guys are outside the fort, you do know that? they want to talk, they are curious how a "slave" could have killed a guard.


This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Sep 2 2005, 01:32 AM

[Kell-Reevor]

OOC I killed the guy? oops, lol.

Val was recovering from his shock. Of all things today he expected to be killed, not to actually succeed in the mission that had thus far brought him on the brink of death countless times. He planted his feet and sturdied himself.

He's right. If I continue blubbering like an idiot someone is sure to hear.

He looked up and shook his head.

"Forgive me, but I carry no message. I survived the destruction of Moonmoth and have resided among the ruins ever since," he whispered.

[Soulseeker3.0]

ooc i don't know, they think you killed him anyways


Delfran heard people talking so he drew his sword and crept around to see two people talking, the argonian who his friend was looking for and another person.

Delfran sheithed his sword and went back to Stauros, "I found him, you were right he is in this abandonded fort, only he has another person with him and they are talking."

"good job lets interupt the little chat and see how this "slave" killed one of my guards."

Stuaros stood up and walked tward the arcs and fouind the two people, "Hail, we mean you no harm, we just want to talk. For how could a mere "slave" kill one of my beloved guards?"

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Sep 2 2005, 01:40 AM

[Kell-Reevor]

Val could only look dumbfounded at the Breton. He seemed to appear out of nowhere. That was bad... someone quiet like that had to be a specialist.

Wait... I killed a guard?

Val cocked his head a bit.

"You mean that fetcher I blasted in the face? He died?"

That would explain why I ran out of power so fast. That attack might not have been as weak as I meant it.

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[Kiln]

OOC: Kiln is far from a kid seeker...and I just messed things up by posting out of turn...

Kiln, not knowing what to do, pulled his blade and pointed the edge at the man who'd happened upon them. The Imperial make was clear for anyone to see.

Perhaps he'd condemned himself by pulling the blade, only time would tell. He looked at his argonian officer and waited for him to speak.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Sep 2 2005, 01:39 AM

[Soulseeker3.0]

OOC: Kiln is far from a kid seeker..

realy? hmm must have him confused with somebody else then my bad, will edit.


IC: Delfran drew his steel dia-katana and shifted into a fighting stance

"No not yet Delfran, they haven't actually made an atepmt to hurt use yet" He turned to the argoinan, " I heard that something happened and I assumed thats what I gathered from the reports of the diferent guards, which you being what you are I can see why they would have lied, no offence." He quickly added seeing the argonian's muscles twitch

"but were are my mannors, I am Stauros, one of the nobels in the fine town of Balmora. and this is my faithful friend, Delfran. Now wat are your names and how could you have killed one of my guards? I dought you are a slave, you look to build for that so is your friend here, if he could be as kind as to lower his blade I would feel so much more comfortable talking about the matter." He fingered his ebony sword and thought about the poisonous dagger he aways had, hidden by his belt

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[DoomedOne]

En'Fel watched as his compatriots grabbed their weapons and packed their bags. He was not surprised to see Akar approach him, as he hadn't said a word to him yesterday after the incident. He looked at the traveller, straight in the eyes, and decided he was worth an introduction, at least.

"Alright, traveller," he said. Had the man not saved his life he would have simply called him half-breed. "My name is En'Fel. That one over there with the spikey hair is Anhasou, that large one is Hel'Tic, the young one is Ganfi and the girl Sounigo. No need learning our family names."

At this point, En'Fel corrected his posture and stood taller than any other dunmer with him. Over the course of the last sentence, he had moved closer to the traveller. "We came from Zainab to unite the Ashlanders," his voice lowered to a whiper, right over the traveller's face, "You may have heard from earlier, but the Telvanni, they are trying to destroy our kind."

"Is that everything?" he turned and asked Anhasou.

"Yes, everyone is ready."

"Good, then, friend," he turned back to Akar, "Tell me, do you know anything about Ahemussa tribe? They are in hiding, but we've searched from the mountain ridges in the west to the coast in the east, from the coast in the north to the edge of the grazelands in the south. Every single cave, or tomb, is unoccupied, at least not by Ahemussa. Do you have any idea where they might be?"

[Dantrag]

"I know nothing of the ashlander tribes." Akar admitted. "Maybe go to the coast?" he suggested.

While waiting for an answer, he reached into his pack and pulled out his pipe. He put his last bit of skooma in and lit it in the campfire.