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post Apr 26 2008, 09:37 PM
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Flint Ironwood, Bruma

It was a normal day at the Bruma Siege Division. Brids whistling in the trees on each side of the field, a crisp breeze and above all, creaking wood and earshattering explosion.
“Alright, water!” Flint Ironwood ordered, almost sounding bored. He had come to expect this result and he realized that was a bad thing. He shook his head as he watched the burning wreck of their latest mishap.

“Flogir isn’t going to like this.” He muttered to himself while the siegecrew formed a line and began to throw buckets of water on the fire. The aging Breton waited till the fire had been smothered before he dared approach the siege engine. From afar, he hadn’t been able to see just what went wrong. One moment, they pulled the rope that triggered the catapult, the next the whole thing exploded.
“At least no one has been injured this time. Looks like all the precautions are working. I still wished we could get this to work though.”

Up close, he failed to see anything that could provide a clue towards the cause of the latest disaster.
“Perhaps we just tried a bad canister. Not enough sand, perhaps? Or maybe the bolts let go too soon. Well geez, it could be anything really.” Flint wondered. He picked up a shard of glass from the ground but quickly released it again. He scowled and licked his burned fingers.
“Crap it all. Will this never work?”



Sorian, Colovian Highlands

“Your money or your life!” The Imperial bandit yelled at the Redguard and jumped onto the middle of the route. At the same time, his partner jumped on the road behind the Redguard . They both eyed their victim warily. They knew the reputation of Redguards, how they’d elevated swordplay to a central part of their culture. A Redguard on the battlefield was one of the worst opponents one could face.

But this Redguard was young, inexperienced. Even culture couldn’t substitute years of battle. They believed they could take the Redguard, yet they remained wary.
“I said your money or your life, boy!” The Imperial repeated. The Redguard gave him an angry glare in return.
“Tell me, have you been preying on travellers for a long time?” He asked demandingly. The Imperial saw this as his chance to intimidate the young Redguard.
“For years I’ve been the plague of these lands! Even the legion is fears me so much they don’t dare send any patrols after me! It would be smart for you to give up your money and walk away unharmed.”

The Redguard however, was not intimidated. He drew a curved blade with his right hand in a flourish and aimed it directly at the bandit’s heart. At the same time, he used his other hand to release the straps on his backpack which fell to the ground.
“My name is Sorian! Sorian the Ansei! If you are the plague, then I shall be your cure! Drop your sword and walk away from the path of crime! Repent, or face the souls of your victims in Oblivion!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. The Imperial’s partner took the opportunity to attack the obviously distracted Redguard from behind. He raised his axe high above his head and prepared to send it into Sorian’s skull.

Two whispers shot through the sky and both bandits dropped dead, leaving the Redguard standing in dumbfounded confusion.
“What is going on?” He thought. He then saw the feathered shafts of two bolts sticking out of the Imperial’s skull. Instantly, he looked from side to side, sword still held in front of him.
“who’s there?! Show yourself!” He yelled.

Behind a bush just off the road, Vasha shook her head.
“Foolish young man. If he doesn’t learn to watch his back, he’ll get killed.” She said to herself.
“Nevertheless, we’ve dealt with the bandits that have been such a hassle since last week. There is no need for us to remain and get involved with him any further.” She tapped a ring she wore on her hand which began to glow in a deep green.
“One…two…three.” Simultaneously, five pillars of black smoke erupted from behind various bushes.

Sorian saw the smoke and ran to the nearest bush.
“Who are you?!” He asked, but no one was there.




OOC: Revan, just for your information. The ring Vasha used is something I've decided on as a communication device. Varying on the number of taps, it displays different colours. In this case, green meant 'retreat'. The rings are connected. If one glows, all the other ones will glow in the same colour. Vasha probably has multiple ones. One is connected to the ones her team wears, the other to perhaps other teams or the Narza'Tai main command? Colour codes should change regularly, just in case.

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post Jul 10 2008, 07:20 AM
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Rahvin

Rahvin always sat in a chair facing a building's door, if possible. It was an old habit formed from years of having to kill people. This time though, the figures walking through the door were not targets, nor did they bring trouble; they were friends.

Rahvin nudged Brianna, "Look, it's Satyana and Issac."

He stood to get either Issac or Satyana's attention and motioned for them to come to the table.

Rann

Rann walked to the Market District where he purchased a bed at the Merchant's Inn. Twenty Septims left. That would get him a breakfast and some cheap arrows before the journey.

Rann sat down at the small desk in his seemingly smaller room and began writing two letters. They were made out to Dalrus and Flogir, apologizing for leaving the city so soon but explaining that he was in a hurry to visit his family in Chorrol. It was true, but he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't be leaving quite so soon if there wasn't a percieved adventure ahead.

He walked back into the streets as he hunted down a messenger. He handed the letters to the first one he spotted.

"Can you deliver these today?" he asked.

"That will be seven septims," the messenger replied.

So much for that breakfast. he thought as he put the coins in the boy's hand. He went back to his room immediately. There was a long day ahead.





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post Jul 10 2008, 06:57 PM
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Indor

Indor woke early. He’d slept in the lea of the city wall, his cloak forming a sort of tent over him. His stiff muscles protested as he sat up and looked out over Lake Rumare, the sun still only a glow in the east. The waters looked inviting.

Even after washing he reached the stables early so he passed the time re-fletching his darts and scanning the ground for any interesting ingredients.



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post Jul 10 2008, 10:51 PM
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Rann

The rising sun shone brightly in Rann's window, bringing him out of his slumber. He readied his things, swiped a few bottles of brandy unnoticed, and left the inn. On his way out of the city, he stopped by an armorer's shop to purchase a few iron arrows. They weren't the best arrows, but they were straight, sturdy, and sharp; more than enough to kill something.

A short walk later, he spotted Indor by the stables fletching darts.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as he approached, "I had to get those drinks."




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post Jul 11 2008, 02:43 PM
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Indor

“Good,” said Indor, “It’s a bit early to be having them yet but we’ll be warm later.” He put away his darts and stood. “We had best go then.”

As they walked across the rebuilt bridge, the fresh stone shining in the morning light, Indor glanced back at the Imperial City over his shoulder. Being back on the road was good. He’d stayed too long and didn’t think he would miss the place.



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post Jul 11 2008, 05:57 PM
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Brianna

"What dear?" She looked up at Rahvin, the she saw what he saw and a bright smile developed in her face

"Is it? Is it really Satyana? And Issac....oh yes it is!" She waved at the couple, hoping they'd notice

She looks tired, I hope she's OK

A mother's concern, as always...


Satyana

She noticed Rahvin immediately with a ping of joy, he was with....her mother..

She looks so young, and happy, I didn't know she was so beautiful

"Issac, there's Rahvin, look! And my mother is with him,I think they want us to sit with them, come on dear!"

She grabbed Issac's hand and headed for the table where Rahvin and Brianna were seated

"Rahvin!" she exclaimed, "It's so good to see you, oh yes it's good to see you to Mother" she added


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post Jul 12 2008, 05:44 AM
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Rann

Despite the fact that he had just ended his journey back from the Isles the day before, Rann liked being on the road. At the same time, though, he felt a bit guilty for leaving on such short notice without even telling Dalrus or Flogir.

"We've got a lot of time to kill," he said after a long stint of silent walking, "So what's your story?"

Rahvin

"Satyana! Issac! How are you both?" he greeted, sliding a bottle on the table towards them, "Come, sit, drink, smoke, talk."

Mentioning smoke suddenly reminded Rahvin of his pipe. He brought forth a small pouch of tobacco and began stuffing his pipe as their company sat down to join them.


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post Jul 13 2008, 08:11 PM
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QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 12 2008, 06:44 AM) *



Rahvin

"Satyana! Issac! How are you both?" he greeted, sliding a bottle on the table towards them, "Come, sit, drink, smoke, talk."

Mentioning smoke suddenly reminded Rahvin of his pipe. He brought forth a small pouch of tobacco and began stuffing his pipe as their company sat down to join them.

Satyana

She took a few dance-steps and hugged Rahvin, " It's so good to see you" she smiled heartily, sank down on a chair and investigated what beverages was offered. Unfortunately alcoholic ones, she sighed silently.

Then the smell of tobacco reached her as Rahvin started to stuff his pipe...

She just about made it too the door, flung herself out and threw up on the stairs.

Brianna

She looked hastily at Rahvin, then followed her daughter

"What the...." she muttered supporting Satyana inside again after wiping her face.

"I think there's really something you young ones need to tell us, right?" Brianna laughed "Please Rahvin, wait a sec stuffing that pipe will you?"


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post Jul 13 2008, 11:47 PM
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Indor

Indor was relieved when Rann broke the silence but it took him a moment to reply. “How far back? I arrived in Cyrodiil as the war ended looking to study Ayleid remains. To start with everyone was too busy rebuilding to be interested. My money ran out and I got stuck in the city. Never had enough to make more but never had so little that I wanted to cut and run. Until the last couple of weeks anyway.” He paused thinking. He’d have left much sooner when he was younger. “Still looks like I’m making progress again,” he smiled, “Soon I’ll know how much of the theories on them are true.”

“Before I came to Cyrodiil I was on Vvardenfell…” he broke off. “Anyway what’s your story?”


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post Jul 14 2008, 05:37 AM
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QUOTE(Olen @ Jul 13 2008, 06:47 PM) *

Indor

Indor was relieved when Rann broke the silence but it took him a moment to reply. “How far back? I arrived in Cyrodiil as the war ended looking to study Ayleid remains. To start with everyone was too busy rebuilding to be interested. My money ran out and I got stuck in the city. Never had enough to make more but never had so little that I wanted to cut and run. Until the last couple of weeks anyway.” He paused thinking. He’d have left much sooner when he was younger. “Still looks like I’m making progress again,” he smiled, “Soon I’ll know how much of the theories on them are true.”

“Before I came to Cyrodiil I was on Vvardenfell…” he broke off. “Anyway what’s your story?”


Rann

"After fighting anything and everything in the war, there was really nothing left for me to do. So I went to Summerset Isle to 'find my roots', I guess you could say. I lived with a mage there who had some knowledge of my ancestry, and I learned what I could from him in exchange for my work. I just arrived in the Imperial City yesterday, when I met this strange dunmer trying to study Ayleid ruins."

Rahvin

Rahvin had no idea what was going on, but he did recognize that his tobacco was some sort of problem. Following Brianna's orders, he did indeed put the herb and pipe away.

"Did I miss something?"


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post Jul 14 2008, 07:53 PM
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QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 14 2008, 06:37 AM) *


Rahvin

Rahvin had no idea what was going on, but he did recognize that his tobacco was some sort of problem. Following Brianna's orders, he did indeed put the herb and pipe away.

"Did I miss something?"

Brianna

"Yes, my love, you did miss something" she laughed, putting Satyana on a chair. Then she turned to her daughter, gently stroking her cheek;

"Well dear, I think there's something you want to tell us, right?"

Satyana

Satyana looked at her mother first, then at Rahvin. Her violet eyes were shining and she took a deep breath;

"Rahvin, you're going to be grandfather! And mother you are then naturally going to be grandmother! Yes! Issac and I are going to have a child!"

She stopped....

Oh, I hope Rahvin will be pleased, he's the only father I know of....even if...


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post Jul 15 2008, 10:40 AM
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Indor

Indor laughed. “Not so strange as the one I met. Well maybe.” He went to the roadside and stooped to pick a toadstool. “Hmm, blue entoloma, strangely enough a species of pinkgill.” He put it in his pack.

“Your roots must run deep to spend a year seeking them.”


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post Jul 15 2008, 06:43 PM
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Rann

"You're telling me," he answered, "That whole year taught me very little. I did learn some things, but not a year's worth of information. It was worth it for the experience though. The Isles are like a whole different world."

Rahvin

Satyana was not his daughter by blood, obviously, but they did have a kinship that said as much. She was as much his daughter as Rann was his son (more so over the past year), and her child would undoubtedly be his grandchild. Rahvin couldn't help but smile when he heard the news.

"That's great! Congratulations."





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post Jul 15 2008, 09:16 PM
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QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 15 2008, 07:43 PM) *



Rahvin

Satyana was not his daughter by blood, obviously, but they did have a kinship that said as much. She was as much his daughter as Rann was his son (more so over the past year), and her child would undoubtedly be his grandchild. Rahvin couldn't help but smile when he heard the news.

"That's great! Congratulations."


Satyana

"Oh thank you!, the baby will have a great grandfather, I'm so glad" Satyana put her arms around Rahvin's neck and hugged him, she even planted a kiss on hid cheek.

"You know I love you very much, don't you? I'm so glad I finally have a father"


Brianna

She sat silent, a faint smile on her lips. She knew Satyana somewhat resented her for giving her away at her birth, but she hoped things would change with the baby arriving. It was a good thing Rahvin and Satyana obviously were rather fond of each other. The young woman really needed a father, but she also would need a mother and Brianna just hoped she could be the true mother of her own child. It would probably take time though...

"Satyana, Issac, have you heard anything from Rann? Where he is or what he's doing?" She missed him, Rann hadn't resented her the way Satyana had....


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post Jul 17 2008, 08:56 AM
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Indor

He frowned biting back a comment about altmer. He could think of few things worse than a land full of them. For a moment he thought about asking Rann more about why he had gone there but he decided against it. Sooner or later he would find out the full story and he was content to wait.

“How far away is this ruin then?” he asked.

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post Jul 17 2008, 05:02 PM
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Rann

"Lindai is just off the road about halfway to Chorrol," he answered, "We'll turn north once we reach Fort Ash."

The two walked on until the mid-afternoon, sticking to the road until they stood in full view of the ruined fort. True to his word, Rann turned to the north, leaving the road and entering the forest.

"Another hour, at most," he commented, giving Indor a heads up.

OOC: you don't mind that I sped up the journey a bit do you? if so, I can edit.




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Indor

Indor was faintly surprised that such a fort would be abandoned but then times were hard. The going was slower in the forest but they made good time and it was well within the hour when white spires became visible above the tree line. He felt a thrill of anticipation and nerves. What treasures were waiting inside? What else?

“It appears,” he said, “that we have arrived.”


OOC: No and I just sped it up more, likewise if you had plans for the forest I can edit.

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Rann

"I'll be ready to go in a moment," Rann said, as he set his pack down next to a tree and rummaged through it. There was a change of clothes, a dagger, two bottles of brandy, and a water skin.

He pulled out the dagger and placed it in his boot, where it normally stayed. Next he grabbed one of the bottles of brandy and placed it on the ground. Then he closed the bag and covered it in foliage. He didn't want to have to carry more than necessary while in the ruin, and he planned on retrieving it on the return trip. As for that bottle of brandy...

Rann uncorked it and took a couple of big swallows, "Bravery juice," he jokingly explained as he offered it to Indor.


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Indor

He had his own pack off and was folding away his cloak when Rann proffered a bottle. “I’ll wait until after thanks,” said Indor. He didn’t like fighting drunk, or bravery for that matter. Still if Rann was still alive it must work for him.

He folded away his cloak and shirt leaving just his thin leather armour. He stuffed his darts into a loop on it and paused. After a moment he decided to wear his heavy pair of bracers, he wasn't sure what was in the ruin. Once he’d finished he picked up his staff and nodded to Rann.

“If it all goes wrong this has a healing enchantment but it is a shade… unreliable and can have some unpleasant side effects. But enough talk of that shall we begin?” Indor grinned. It had been to long since he’d done this sort of thing.


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Rann

Rann nodded as he slammed the cork back into the bottleneck and dropped the brandy to the ground. He was curious about those side effects his companion spoke of, but Rann assumed that if they were something to worry about, Indor would have elaborated.

"Yeah, let's go," he said as he began to walk with Indor towards the ruin. He pulled his katana slightly out of its sheath just to be ready. There was no telling what might be lurking in the shadows of an old ruin; one could expect anything from ghosts to daedra to necromancers. Or in the worst-case scenario, all three.

They descended the stone spiral staircase and entered the ruin. Before moving on, Rann stood there for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" he asked in a quiet whisper.







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Indor

“Sort of,” replied Indor, “I defiantly want to get my hands on any stones I can but equally I would like to have a look at the ruins for anything else.” Quietly they rounded a corner at the bottom of the staircase, there was a short corridor but even so the end was almost lost in the gloom.

Indor looked around in awe, seeing far surpassed any accounts he had read, especially as these ruins seemed relatively unspoilt. Had he not been looking so closely he might have missed the slight irregularity in the flagstones of the floor. He held up a hand motioning Rann to stop. He stooped closer, there were a few stones slightly raised from the others.

“I don’t like these,” in the still air his whisper seemed all too loud, “I stood on something similar…” a noise from round the corner silenced him.


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