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[Channler]

Dalrus, Road to the Imperial City


Dalrus thought a lot about the goings on, and about Jonathan. He had obviously looked at Satyana in an interested way, though it was half Satyana's fault and Dalrus knew that Yana was definitely interested. Dalrus rode next to Jonathan, though she still looked at Rann as she was riding. "Hey Jonathan," she tried to say as normally as possible. Dalrus also realized they never said they were officially going out so she was being unfair to him.

Jonathan Constantine

"Oh, hello de--Dalrus." He stopped himself before he went into his normal friendly way of speaking. They trotted along silently for a uncomfortable while, or at least he hoped it was for Dalrus. Normally Jonathan could take a situation any way and not feel embarrassed on bit, however he decided to lighten up a little bit.

"So, have been experiencing any.. Uh.. How shall I word this... Voices in your head? I won't lie, I have, and it appears that our friend over hear just got wind of it as well." He motioned up to Flogir. "Incredibly odd.."

[Lord Revan]

Ian, listening in

Ian was caught unaware when he heard Johnathan's thoughts, but then he realized that he was still reaching out to them. He decided to tell them what he thought. "I think that the voice calls out to people that have done...... less than virtuace things before." Then Ian heard Issac's responce. "I'm waiting for you father." He smiled. "Good, I have a few friends I'm bringing along with me, and want you to join the party." "Of course," was Issac's reply. "I'll see you soon."

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Dalrus, Imperial City Road


Dalrus smiled at his studder. She hoped he still cared for her but did not press him. "I have felt a great power to the east. And a feeling, a horrible feeling. It feels as if all warmth, all hope has faded in the east. A shadow rests upon those lands, and it is consuming everything. A power rises, and its evil grows. Its as if we are trapped by it, stuck to take our fate" she said looking off into nothingness.

[Channler]

Dalrus, Imperial City Road


Dalrus smiled at his studder. She hoped he still cared for her but did not press him. "I have felt a great power to the east. And a feeling, a horrible feeling. It feels as if all warmth, all hope has faded in the east. A shadow rests upon those lands, and it is consuming everything. A power rises, and its evil grows. Its as if we are trapped by it, stuck to take our fate" she said looking off into nothingness.

Jonathan Constantine

"Evil, huh.." Jonathan tried to stare off into nothingness as well, however he grew bored rather quickly.

Then another voice seemed to enter his head.. It appeared to be that of Ian though and not the chilling one.

"My devils are my own.. Stay out of my head!"He thought, wondering if Ian could pick up..

[Lord Revan]

Ian

Johnathan was enraged by his mental communication, but he was wothy of privacy. "Very well, young one. I will meet you all in the Imperial City."

[b]Issac[b]

After answering Ian's call, Issac was awakened from his thoughts by a fellow Blade. "Hail, Knight Brother." he called. "You fancy a sparring match?" Issac thought for a moment, Ian was almost there, but probably wasn't around the corner. "Sure, may your blade strike true." He shouted to the Blade.

As the fully armored warior lumbered forward, Issac crouched and gripped his katana's hilt but did not unsheath it. Not yet......



This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 14 2006, 02:59 AM

[Soulseeker3.0]

Sodsa Hekal, a bit behind... still

Sodsa stepped outside and saw no one. "Crap." Sodsa looked around, then looked down the road. "They left me?" Sodsa walked to the priory and looked around for something that would be faster then walking. Sodsa went straight to the stable, and then remembered that Satyana and the lady named Dalrus got the two horses there. "What else is here?"

Sodsa hopped the fence and saw a donkey in the field. Sodsa glanced up and the sky and shook his head "You've gotta be kidding me."

A minute later Sodsa had a donkey 'speeding' down the road toward the Imperial City. "well, I hope I catch up soon. Else i'll never get in the party."

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann took out the letter that his father gave him and began to read it.

Rann,

I am sorry that I never told you about your siblings, but at the time, it seemed to be the right thing to do, since we (Serene and I) didn't know what other danger you may have been in. Now that you know, however, you should know the whole story.

Your mother, Brianna, had three children at the same time, miraculously enough, by three different fathers. One of those fathers was obviously me, another was a nordic lord named Jadier, and another was an altmer. We have never learned his identity. Telina, a friend of mine, took your mother to safety and went to chase after your half-altmer sister who had been stolen away by Salina, who happened to be Telina's sister. I assume that she was never found. After that, we all went our separate ways, thinking that it would be harder for anyone to find you if you were all separated without knowledge of each other.

Anyhow, you've asked me about your tattoo for years, and as you've more than likely guessed, it's not mere ink under your skin. It's more like a birthmark that is passed down to every male in our bloodline. It has the power of absorbing magicka in the air about you --be it from enchanted weapons nearby or even mages-- and from there you can channel that power in any way you like, just by thinking it. Be warned, though, only use this power when absolutely necessary. It is to be used as a last resort only; I cannot stress this enough. I say this because the toll it takes on your mind and body is severe. The one and only time that I used its power, I was unconscious for a week, and suffered severe memory loss for nearly a month, not knowing even who I was.

As for the glove, it is only half of what it should be. Cerpin, one of the assassins sent to kill your mother while she was pregnant, had the strange power of being able to take over osmeone's body while leaving his own an empty shell. This left the other poor soul without a body. That power was due to this glove. This glove will allow your soul to take over another's body, but be careful - you are mising a glove, and therefore that person's soul will inhabit the nearest soulless body. Yours.

Good luck on your journey, and I hope this knowledge helps more than it hurts. Burn this letter.

-Your father

"Holy hell." Rann said quietly to himself. He wanted to burn the letter, but being without fire, he began ripping the letter and putting the pieces in his mouth, chewing them, and swallowing.

That should do well enough. he thought.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

As Flogir pulled up towards Rann, he thought he saw the Dunmer eating what looked like ripped pieces of paper.

What the hell....? Flogir thought, but thought better not to ask.

"How goes it, Se- err Rann?" Flogir asked, biting his tongue in frustration as the slipup.

I might as well stick my fist in my mouth!

"I decided to give those two back there some "alone time", so now you're stuck talking to me!" Flogir said, overemphasising his giddyness and motioning back to Dalrus and Jonathan.

"That is, if you actually wish to talk," he added.

[Dantrag]

Flogir

As Flogir pulled up towards Rann, he thought he saw the Dunmer eating what looked like ripped pieces of paper.

What the hell....? Flogir thought, but thought better not to ask.

"How goes it, Se- err Rann?" Flogir asked, biting his tongue in frustration as the slipup.

I might as well stick my fist in my mouth!

"I decided to give those two back there some "alone time", so now you're stuck talking to me!" Flogir said, overemphasising his giddyness and motioning back to Dalrus and Jonathan.

"That is, if you actually wish to talk," he added.

Rann

Rann held up his index finger, as if saying, 'Give me a second.' He finished chewing and answered.

"Talking is good." he answered, though he really didn't know what to talk about.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

"Well I've never found particular interest in the taste of parchment for instance. It does seem that you have, but I'm sure you'd want the reason for trying such a "delicatecy" to go unheard, and I'm fine with that," Flogir said, with a somewhat rambolling state to his voice.

"Given the circumstances on how we first met, it would seem you've had quite the eventful life. You wouldn't happen to have some interesting tales to share you would?" Flogir asked. He was always interested in hearing a good story.

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Dalrus, Road


Dalrus looked over at Jonathan and rolled her eyes when she realized he really wasn't concerned with her. She rode up to Rann and Flogir and waved, holding onto the reigns with her other hand. "Yeah talking is a waste unless you have something to say" she said to them. "Though I do not mind petty chit chat as well," she again said. "Hmm paper, we have food you know," she smiled at rann, revealing even perfect teeth.

[Dantrag]

Rann

He had been about to tell a story, but then Dalrus came riding up.

"I was trying to save the food.." he answered jokingly, still not going to explain himself.

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Dalrus, Road


"Works for me," she said laughing. "Thank you for thinking of us," she said jokingly. "But don't let me get in the way of your story, I too would like to hear a story," she smiled at him, brushing her hair which was flowing in the wind, ou of her eyes.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

"Well I suggested such because it's quite the trip to the Imperial City and while the sites are pretty...," he flashed a smile, "It would also speed up the time with a little conversing. Wouldn't you say?" he asked Dalrus and Rann.

"For instance, there was a time I managed to haggle a pair of shoes that normally would've cost about 5 septims, and sold them to a noble for 40, because I said they belonged to the Grey Fox when he was a young, beggar child pick-pocketing hapless victims at the Waterfront in the Imperial City!" Flogir exclaimed, laughing heartily.

[Channler]

Rann

He had been about to tell a story, but then Dalrus came riding up.

"I was trying to save the food.." he answered jokingly, still not going to explain himself.

Jonathan Constantine

If only to annoy her, and possibly get away from Ian, Jonathan rode up as well and grinned. "Yes, paper, one of the many delicacies of the road..."

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, in on the joke.

,,What's that? Paper? You've got to be kidding. Though on the other hand, it doesn't taste all that bad with a bit of salt." Flint spoke as he came at a run towards them. Being so far the only walker in the group meant that he had to run and the others had to keep their horses at a slower pace than normal.

,,Know what, I'll go ahead to the city and wait on top of the tower. Then I won't slow you down anymore." He commented before shooting off into the sky, covering the distance between him and the city at a rapid pace.



(I love Tarhiel. )

[Soulseeker3.0]

Sodsa Hekal

Sodsa Hekal was trailing along quite a way behind the group when he came to a flat piece of land. On the distance, he saw the group and groaned. "This is going to take forever."

[Dantrag]

Rann

"So I ate some damned paper. What's the big deal?" he didn't wait for anyone to answer. "So anyway, what were we talking about?"

[Channler]

Rann

"So I ate some damned paper. What's the big deal?" he didn't wait for anyone to answer. "So anyway, what were we talking about?"

Jonathan Constantine

"honoured user.. You were eating paper, your obviously hiding something.." Jonathan thought himself, his mind unbarred. "I do believe Flogir was exclaiming how made some gold off some half witted noble." The idea did appeal to him..

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

"Everyone has something to hide..." Flogir said mysteriously. Eventually he pulled a face. "Except maybe myself. I'm usually quite free with what I say. Which can be good and bad at certain times," he said, a far off look and a smile creeping onto his face.

"Back in my day, when the women were all over me, mind you. I would just say it like it is too them. Sometimes I would get the sweetest kisses... Other times a hearty slap across the face," he exclaimed, chuckling.

He sighed deeply. "Those were some good times..."