Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen Options

[DarkZerker]

OOC: Alright...let's do this
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Tess' POV

I hated Riden's malicious nature and completely agreed with the Altmer. Riden on the other hand, scoffed at the Redguard and Altmer, "In times like these, it's best to kill off the fleeing enemy. We got them cornered, they have nowhere to run, and they are about to die..."

I stopped sobbing and glared at him, "Riden! Please...for me?"

He smiled a little and sighed, "You know Tess, that worked when we were like 19 but now...after a sixteen year marriage, it doesn't work anymore."

I pouted and Riden turned to the Breton, "Kill them."

There was no stopping an assassin, whether it was Riden or my own son.
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Riden's POV

Tess was mad...there was no doubting that. Ever since she and I fought in a small scale war with the Orcs, she hated violence and death. There was no choice though, we need to see this scuffle through, but that Altmer interests me.

"Altmer! You seem more...sensible and intelligent than the rest of the idiots. Why not join us?"

Tess leaned on my good arm and whispered, "Please...just keep them alive."

I gestured to the Altmer, "You can join us and I assure you, no harm will come to you. Or you can stay and get slaughtered like the pigs you are."

[Dantrag]

Nelacar

"I've no interest in pirating, I'm afraid. I have my own affairs on Vvardenfell."

Both the redguard and the woman seemed to disagree with this Riden fellow. The group didn't seem very organized, as they had succeeded in dropping a sail, killing able hands, and allow the ship to go out of control. He couldn't figure out what they wanted to gain, besides the guns, which seemed to disgust the redguard.

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Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

Cyldreen ignored the order the Assassin barked, the Redguard's disapproval of guns and instead turned to face the unexpected High Elf. Said High elf wore loose fit clothes and leaned on a staff. His expression was that of pure calmness. Cyldreen narrowed his eyes to slits and carefully observed the Altmer.

Muscular for a wizardly race, a rather cool demeanor and strategizing eyes ... If I didn't know better, I'd say he's one of those trained in the arts of meditating! Interesting ...

He then turned to the Assassin.

"I think this is called hipocrisy, but somehow I agree with the Altmer." he then grinned. "But this ship is ours, now. We do whatever the kinky hells we want! Before I do this, though," he turned to face the Altmer. "Are you a friend?" the Breton picked up his War-Axe and licked the blood off the blade. "Or foe?"

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Aug 9 2010, 08:07 AM

[DarkZerker]

Riden's POV

Of all my years, I've never seen anything like this. I think it's because I spent lots of time doing two man assassinations with Geo...but...what the heck.

"Fine," I growled, "You'll get what you want. But if one of these idiots steps out of line, I'm personally going to kill them."

Tess squealed, "Yay! Thanks Riden," she kissed me for a brief moment before leaving my lips. She blushed and went to my side, "Well...let's get ready to get these people downstairs."

I drew Jian, well what used to be Jian before it was covered with guts and blood, "Altmer, you can stay up here and exchange a few words with us. Me and Tess are going to be up here after this place is cleaned up, so long as you don't try anything cheeky."

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Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

"Well...let's get ready to get these people downstairs." Tess practically beamed with joy after she shared an intimate moment with the Assassin. It made Cyldreen shake his head in disgust, but he hid it just in time. Smilling in fake agreement, he said;

"Sure, sure. You two do that, while I converse here with the Redguard and the Altmer. Anything you want, just yell in my ear. Gods and Daedra Lords know that I won't heed it." he clicked his tongue and giggled. Still chuckling, he went to the sailors and pulled the heavy cloth off them.

"Follow those two or I'll decapitate you through your eyes! Then, I'll feast on your spleen infront of the next victim! And trust me, that feels HEAVEN!" the sea-farers nodded frantically and ran away with gusto from the insane Breton.
He went to the middle aged Redguard, and keeping his distance, he leaned beside him.

I think I'll keep my eye on this Elf until those two comes back.

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Tess' POV

"Alright! Let's go Riden!" I said, grabbing is arm like we were just out of our teen years.

He sighed and pulled out his Katana, Jian, "Alright...you people follow us in one cluster behind us. If any of you try something, you're going overboard."

They followed us obediently as I started fiddling with the gun Riden gave me. He moved silently without a word and then stopped in front of the prison cells, "All of you, get in any cell you please."

They shifted around and finally got in the cells, "Tess, could you be so nice as to help me close all these cell doors?"

I nodded and locked up all the sailors on the west wing. When we both finished, me and Riden got up to the decks. "It's done!" I said proudly.

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

With the sailors being marched off to the cells, Kaye surveyed the damage that had been caused and sighed. There was nothing that would directly put them at risk of sinking, no severe damage to the hull. The sail and more important, lack of trained crew that was available did pose a risk though. Without anyone who knew how to sail properly on a sea, and without the able hands that were required to support a ship this big, they would drift off-course and probably beach themselves, smash onto rocks or get stuck in a stream that would take them around the seas without seeing land for years. Not that their supplies could possibly last that long.

"Right, I think I'll take care of bussiness till everyone has cooled down then. Let's see, they should have something to...ah, there it is." Kaye walked over to the stern of the ship where there was a very long rope with knots at regular intervals an a weight on one end. The other was tied to the railing. Kaye tossed the weight overboard and counted.
"one...two...three...four...have to account for forward movement as well....five...six..."

[ureniashtram]

OOC: Sorry for the late post, guys.
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Cyldreen Mon'Cheri


The Breton hummed to himself a gloomy tune, watching the Magnus shower the blue ocean golden rays of sunlight. From afar, he could see the outline of the Red Mountain, and for once pure mists of blue smoke danced with the once-Blighted Mountain.

His eyes took on a glazed look, and he wondered what happened to the Nerevarine. Reports from spies like himself told that the Incarnate went to Imperial City and met with Martin Septim and the Champion. He or she(Cyldreen isn't sure about the Incarnate's gender nor race. The reports were contradicting each other) was granted an audience and the trio talked about the War between Morrowind and Blackmarsh. During his/her stay in Morrowind, the Nerevarine grew to love the Dunmeri lands and he/she demanded that the Emperor send reinforcements.

Cyldreen knew that the arguement that followed was the rebirth of an Age Old Rivalry.

The Champion countered that the Empire can't choose 'favorites', and then told the Nerevarine to 'look around'. Of course, many of the Council agreed with the Champion, saying that the whole Legion is busy trying to maintain order in every province. Uproarity and outbursts from the Morrowind representatives followed, and sheer pandemonium occured when the two Heroes charged at each other. Gronji can bet he felt the impact from his Quarters.

Imperial pigs. One day, that petty Empire will crumble from the inside. Maybe because of me and Orcish spies.

Chuckling to himself, he glanced around and out of the corner of his eyes he saw the Redguard doing something. He continued to observe him and, after rubbing his beardless chin, remembered something.

He cleared his throat and with the voice he used earlier;

"... Good sir, how about we wash our stained consience away with some good'ol beer, or wine for that matter? If memory serves sunbmissively, I believe there's some Orcish Sea-Piss and Blacklight in my bag." he glanced at the Assassin.

"After we plaster ourselves beyond the healing capabillities of hang-over spell, we can talk about how the kinky hells we're going to get outta here! And the Altmer...." he turned to look at the high-elf and instantly scoffed.

From what I see, monks don't drink wine or any alcohol! Gotta drink with one eye on this fellow.[i]

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

Kaye nodded but didn't look away from his activity.
"Oh yes, I could use a drink...or ten. ANything to get my mind off of, you know. But first...alright it stopped at eight knots. Should be doable." He replied and began to hoist the rope with its weight back onboard.
"But first, I'm going to drop anchor and stop us for a bit. That is unless any of you knows of a way to steer a ship this big without a sail and without the experts those two are locking up right now. Cause I sure as hell don't know how to handle this bathtub. and I'm not suicidal enough to try."

[DarkZerker]

Tess' POV

"Riden, you wanna just sit down and have a drink?" I asked him.

He grinned widely before chuckling, "Since when can you take alcohol without throwing up everything you ate. Not to mention the baby."

I probably blushed hard because from the look Riden was giving me, it meant he was laughing straight at me. I playfully punched him and he gestured for a drink, "Cyldreen, be a good sport and give me some."

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

The Breton's grin grew wide, reaching his ears. Because of the Redguard's comments and the fact that Cylreen's going to get plastered. Smilling like an idiot, he went to his bag and rummaged through, searching for four bottles of separate brands.

"Aha!" Cyldreen exclaimed proudly, holding out two bottles in both of his hands towards the Magnus. He returned and threw two bottles to the couple, and with a nod, he raised his in salute.

"Redguard! I have here Tamika's 406 and ... Holy cow manure! It's an Akatosh' Saliva! One drink from this little baby and you'll feel as if you drank twenty bottles of flin ... Brings a tear to my eye everytime I drink this stuff.." he wiped an imaginary tear from his brown eyes and sat beside the Redguard.

He placed the two bottles infront of him and asked the middle-aged Redguard with narrowed eyes;

"What's it gonna be, sir? The rare juice of a fellow Redguard," Cyldreen laughed at the part when he said juice, but continued. "Or the nectar from the Dragon God himself? Granted, every alcohol is a water from the gods, but you get the meaning."

[DarkZerker]

Riden's POV

I watched Tess as she was about to take a sip. I grabbed the bottle away from her and she pouted, "Hey!"

I playfully pushed her, "Tess, you know you can't drink from the baby."

She pouted some more and shoved the bottle back at me, "Fine! Get drunk, see what I care."

I laughed and started drinking. The boat was blissfully passing through wave after wave. I was quickly entranced by the rhythmic movement of the tides and forgot about the large scale battle only moments before.

Around that time, on the horizon, I could see some glimpse of land, "Hey! Look at that...I see something."

Tess looked at the horizon and saw exactly what I did. It looked like land sure, but was it Morrowind? Tess tapped the Breton, "Is that Morrowind or just some island?"

[ureniashtram]

OOC: Found some maps that will greatly help us! Posted it at the Planning T.

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri


The Breton let Tess snatch his attention from the Redguard and looked at her.

"Hmm.. Seyda Neen, I guess. Or it could be Hla Oad... But judging from the Castle to it's east, I'd say the former." his mind suddenly became focused at what the Redguard is doing.

Hmmm.. Isn't there some kind of smaller boats around here? And the Assassin, I still haven't asked him why on earth are they going to Morrowind ... I know the reason, but just to be sure.

"Mrs. Tess, can I ask you a question?" his voice became soft, and almost seductive. Cyldreen would be impressed if the woman caught his sly tone under the mask of friendliness, but his tongue was well trained. He knew that the chances are slim, but still.

"Your ...lover said that you are here for a 'job'. Pray tell me, mrs. Tess. What job would that be?" and this time, it was his turn to loose some secrets. "I, myself, was hired by the Emperor," he hid the venom when he said the word 'Emperor'. It was like poisonous dung on his mouth, but he hid it well.

"I wonder if you, too, are hired by our esteemed ruler? If, so, then I'm sure we'd be bosom buddies from now on." he flashed her a smile. A smile that let Cyldreen harvest some secrets. A smile that the Breton prayed to work.

[DarkZerker]

Riden's POV

Cyldreen was trying to pry the information out of Tess by sweet talking her. She was a former fighters guild member and obviously didn't see it, but my training as an assassin helped me out there.

"Well Cyldreen...I'm here for a couple reasons..." I stopped her.

"Cyldreen, let me ask you this, why would an ASSASSIN visit a foreign province? But other than that, I'm here to accompany Tess on her supposed last contract."


Tess eyed me curiously and finally sighed, "Yeah...somebody hired the Fighter's Guild to protect this ship from pirates. Fine job I did..." She said, looking at me as if she was about to cry.

Instead, Tess rested her head on my arm and I smiled at her before turning back to the Breton, "Me? I'm contracted to kill Arrille the Merchant."

Tess broke off from me and wrapped her arms around me like a scared child. I continued, "I'm not interested in affairs with the Empire. If Martin wants somebody dead, they're dead, but beyond that, I'm no mercenary. My sweetheart here is though." I said, still embracing Tess.

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

"I don't remember asking you a godsdamn thing!" Cyldreem snapped, agitated that the Assassin interrupted him in mid-seduction. Feighing an apolegetic look, he faked a resenting voice and apologized.

"Alright, I'm sorry. Battle-Stress climbing up in my brain, clawing down the rational part me.. Y'know how it is. I have a question though. Why would an Assassin with such finesse, such skill, like yourself, murder an old Altmer." he glanced at the monk and nodded his head in 'no offense, ok'.

Bringing his mind to subject again, he scoffed. "That old fool can be killed if you pinch his nose! Anyway, you two heard of the Roots of Svel'kreen? Apparently, Martin wants this gem. And the pay? You can't begin to imagine how rich you're gonna be!

The reward is enough to FOR A LIFETIME OF ALCOHOL! Or you can be wise and buy an eight story mansion in Sumurset Isles, if you can believe it!

Heck, if you bring this piece of Gem to Martin, you can get a chance to secure your place in the Elder Council! Or history if you want." he said that all in one breath. Catching wind again, he suddenly thought of something. And it made Cyldreen smile wickedly, but hid it well. In a chillingly calm voice, he cooed.

"You're pregnant, right Tess? And sending your son away to be an Assassin? Why kind of parents does he even have!? Oh, my Lord! Say .... did you know that the reward is 10,000,000 septims? That alone can give you and your whole family the right to buy a city! And if you join me, after disposing of Arrile of course, we can divide it to each other. What say you?"

I got to ask the Redguard if he's in too. Malacath knows that I'll need every able hand to assist me in this ... quest. And if we hit the jackspot? Boom. Instantaneously rich beyond our dreams..

[DarkZerker]

Riden's POV

When Cyldreen was criticizing Tess for her parenting, I felt her go stiff before sobbing loudly with her face buried deep in my robes, "It's alright Tess..." I said, trying to comfort her. When it came to our child, she was very sensitive. I glared at the Breton, "See what you do?!"

She sighed and broke off from me and wiped her tears, "It's alright Riden..." She glared at Cyldreen, "What's your place to TELL US ANYTHING!" She yelled before storming off.

I sighed, "Breton, I take any contract I can get. The Dark Brotherhood is stealing the customers of our little band of rogue assassins so we take whatever we can get. Thankfully, all the political figures choose us since there's no ritual."

I started after Tess and turned, "I'd be happy to assist you. About our child...he's 16. We sent him off to a very close friend of mine to train him. He's a very competent assassin, enough to make a father proud."

Then, I sat down on a bench, "I'll be going to Tess in a minute, but how about you? I know you're no ordinary adventurer. Who exactly are you, some mercenary or a covert soldier?"

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

Kaye grabbed a bottle without looking what it was and took a huge gulp.
"Ah, I needed that. Now, for the anchor." He muttered to himself. Vvardenfell, or at least he hoped it was Vvardenfell, had just appeared over the horizon. With the risk of breaking the keel on submerged rocks or becoming beached on a sandbank in his head, he preferred not to let the ship approach. Not to mention that if they docked in a port, his life of freedom would be over.
"corpses, locked up angry sailors. Yup, I'll be lucky if I don't get executed. Never mind the fact that I didn't kill a single one of them. Same thing goes for everyone else who is still walking freely, like the Altmer."

With those thoughts in mind, he took another swig of the bottle while the anchor plunged into the water.
"So, sir Altmer. I hate to dictate what to do but I suggest you, or rather, all of us really, get ourselves on of those rowing boats and get to the coast somewhere out of sight. I don't think anyone of us is going to walk freely as soon as the first legionnaire sets foot on this boat. It's a real shame too, because you were completely uninvolved as far as I can tell."

[Dantrag]

Nelacar

Nelacar gave the others a sidelong glance before lowering his voice to answer the redguard.

"You'd travel with these fools? The one with the wrist blade, Riden; he's violent simply for the sake of violence, and his woman wouldn't be so bad if only she thought for herself. Then there's the breton...there's something not right about him. You're the only one on this boat I've seen with any sense. Why not leave them to fend for themselves?"

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

Kaye lowered his voice as well.
"If I had any sense, I wouldn't be here. Regardless, I agree with you. The longer we stay near them, the greater our chances of meeting a bad fate sooner or later. However, if I were to attempt to leave right now, they would probably get upset and think I'm going to hand their descriptions over to the legion for wanted posters. I frankly don't believe I stand much of a chance on making it out of their sight. At least not while surrounded by water. I'd rather wait till I'm both on dry land and in a position to slip away without them noticing."

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Cyldreen Mon'Cheri


The Breton sat beside the Assassin and took the bottle the Redguard didn't choose. He harrumphed when he saw the label. Shrugging nonchalantly to himself, he opened the wine bottle and took a full swig. He let out a burp of satisfaction.

"If I had any children, I wouldn't let them in the Assassination business, even if it makes me proud. After all, they are children, eager to please their parents.
Eagerness turns into condescending cockiness, and if your child turns into an arrogant man, you can bet yourself that a certain child is gonna be the first one to leave a certain mother and father to Oblivion." he shook his head.

Why is he suddenly giving life advices to the man who he fought earlier?

That's because he's going to be my ally, in this mission.

"But anyway, you're right into thinking that I'm no adventurer.." he cleared his throat. "I was hired by Martin Septim, you see. Although, your wife knows that already. So that makes me a lone mercenary." he stood up, sent a nod to the Imperial and glanced about.

He eyebrows were slightly raised when he saw the Redguard conversing with the Altmer.

It's now or never.

He let them know his presence and acknowledged the two of them with a nod.