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.."

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."

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..

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......

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..."

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. )

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."

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..

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..."

Issac

As the blade raised his dai-katana in a chopping motion, Issac backstepped and jumped over the Blade.
He gripped the hilt tightly and made magnificent slice along the guards back, the guard stumbled forward off-balance. But Issac was relentless, as he swept the Blade's legs out from under him, knocking himto the ground.

By then the Palace Guards started to watch with great interest as two other blades, also in full battle armor, joined the fray. With the first one still out, Issac spun and blocked the closest Blade's attack, before rolling to the side to avoid the second's overhand chop. Time for magic, he thought. Gathering his power, Issac began giving ground to the three Blade guards. As he backed toward a staircase, an aura of frost bled from his left hand, and he sliced the air with it.

The palace guards cheered and the Blades struggled to free themselves from their ice-encrusted armor...... That worked rather nicely..... Issac mused. Now I might have to slow down even more for them to attack me in that deadweight they call armor........

Rann

"Funny, I only get the kisses when I lie." he said with a laugh, taking whatever he could to get the subject away from his paper-eating.

Ian

As he approached the bridge to the Imperial City, Ian thought for a moment. Should I meet up with Issac, or should I wait at the Inn on this side of the bridge? He asked himself. Then he shrugged, They should be able to find their way to the palace easily enough, I'll go find Issac. It's been so long since I've seen the boy......

Flogir

"Just you wait, young lad. One day those ladies will catch onto a lie and then you're a goner!" Flogir scolded in an unserious manner. He then turned to his saddlebags and dug around in the contents for a moment. He pulled out a piece of salted beef.

He looked around and shrugged as he took a bite. "Watching Rann eat made me hungry. What?"

Jonathan Constantine

"Yes.. Lies are bad, but sometimes they are a given in some difficult occupations.." Jonathan exclaimed, half way talking about himself, and on the other hand talking about the shadier characters of the party.

Flint Ironwood, Imperial city.

Flint took two more leaps before he landed on the city walls. In the past, he would have been able to jump farther, but no one could escape from time's grip.

The Breton stealthily climbed down and vanished into one of the many alleys.


Green-Root, in the Silhouette's army.
Green-Root was enjoying himself. He'd won a few rounds at the cards and the alcohol he'd managed to consume was quite delicious.

Satyana, a bit behind the others

Satyana was riding on her grand black stallion a bit behind the others, she had clearly felt eerie foulness of the ancient magicka, even though she didn´t really know its origin..

Serene would have known....but she isn´t here...

She was happy to see that Rann obviously succeeded in shielding his mind, even though he sometimes slipped a bit. But she would never reveal anything she would happen to "hear" from him, not unless he wanted it. He was family, in fact the only family she got here and now! She knew what paper ha was reading and then now tried to destroy by eating it, she "heard" him read it and was satisfied that Rahvin finally told the history. She knew it was the truth, it matched perfectly the story Serene had told her, back in Ald´ruhn.

Another thing Serene also told her, was that if she ever happened to find Rahvin, she could regard him as "father" because he was the closest to a father she´d ever get. She was sorry he wasn´t with them, it would have made her feel safer. Now she had to make sure nothing happened to Rann!

She looked at Jonathan again, he really was charming, talking and making jokes....oh how she wished she hadn´t been that shy! She knew now she...liked him..more that perhaps was good for her. She also noticed he had trouble with incoming voices in his head...

Now that could be an opening!!!!

"Jonathan! I would like to speak with you" She said in a soft voice, looking at him with those....eyes

At the same time she glanced at Rann thinking: You could get a kiss from me wether you lie or not, you know, bro!


Brianna, the castle of Dagoth Ur

Brianna Sarethi looked in the mirror, and smiled satisfactory. She was in fact beautiful, Telina had done a great work with her and she felt reborn. Well in fact in more than one way, she still had no memories of the time before she came to this place....

She sighed and collected her things, it was time to leave now, The Voice had told her to go to Cyrodiil, but didn´t tell why....but the urge to follow the command of The Voice was strong..

Brianna put her black cloak tightly around her and started walking....

Ian

As he crossed the bridge, Ian could have sworn he'd seen something sail overhead and dissappear into the city, but decided to discard this. I might as well go to the Palace first and inform Chancelor Ocato that the rest of the group should arrive sometime today......

And maybe Issac will be waiting........


Issac

The remaining two Blades were obviously exhausted from the onslaught of their "sparring" match, they were on their knees gasping for respite. Issac bowed respectfully and the palace guard clapped and cheered to his prowess.
They do seem rather beaten..... Issac thought, and cast his powers to give the Blades enough energy to limp to their beds. "I'm sorry if I tried to hard, brothers." He apologized......

Then out of the corner of his eye, Issac spotted a familiar figure stride up the stairs. the Palace guards all straightened and disperced at Ian's approach. The guard all heard the stories of the Oblivion Crisis, even if they hadn't been here to witness it. Ian had taken part in the battle and had garnered much respect from the guardsmen of the Imperial City.

Issac bowed low, almost parallel to the ground. "Greetings, father, I've missed you." Ian returned the bow, and nodded. "It's alright son, I have missed you in last few days. How have you been?" He shrugged and casually indicated the retreating Blades. "I'm healthy enough to hold my own, but I've been lonely in Vardenfell......

A sorrowful expression crossed Ian's features. "I'm sorry son, but we'll soon have plenty of company." Issac witheld a small grin. Typical Ian, always worrying about me and trying to help me where he can.......

They both walked into the palace, and waited for the doors to open.......

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan reigned his horse to a slower pace and fell in step with Satyana, "You rang?" He smiled kind of quizically. (sp)

Satyana, smiling and blushing

"Ehh..yes I did" she giggled "I..I think I might be of assistance to you, Jonathan.....I noticed you are bothered with voices invuluntarily getting into your mind? If that is so I...I know how you can block them.. ehh that is if you´re interested" She was blushing heavily now, she did not dare to look at Jonathan, he would obviously notice how embarrassed she was.

Oh he´s so charming.....oh I wish he would care for me.....a tiny bit anyway, I so wish to have a strong handsome man by my side..

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan clenched his jaw after Satyana had mentioned those damnable voices again.. "Uh.. Well.. If at all possible I would like to keep hearing them. I know that sounds strange but.. Perhaps, just perhaps it will lead to the source.. You know? I've been in.. various situations where sometimes you have to get down with your enemy to beat him." He explained, trying to explain his position. Its not that he necessarily enjoyed the voices, but they did cause bewilderment of a sort.

Besides, he doubted Satyana knew he knew how to block intrusions into his mind, and he smiled lightly when he caught a very feint, portion of her thought. "Thank the spirits for that one... wood elf girl? She taught me a lot about magicka..."

(Did I put serene instead of satyana )

OOC: yup you wrote Serene! hehe that woman surely made some impression huh?

Satyana

Satyana looked at Jonathan now, stroking back her dark hair....

Hmm....ok so he has a point there.....

"Alright then....but anyway, would you like to ride beside me? I´d feel a lot safer if you did...."

Who am I fooling? I´d say I´m attracted to this man...really

Flogir

Flogir rode silently with the rest of the group, taking bites from his salted beef every now and then. He listened to the conversations he deemed interesting to hear for a time, but decided to keep quiet for now.

His concentration layed elsewhere, in the past namely. Since mentioning it, he couldn't rip his mind free of it. The time when the Daedra attacked Kvatch was a very terrible time in his life. He witnessed the death of many of his friends. Most of which he still grieved for when he some time to himself.

After the crisis was resolved, he started to give recognition to the Nive Divines and had his own sort of devotion to them. Many people still spoke of the day the last Septim sacrificed himself in order to defeat Mehrunes Dagon, and that inspired Flogir to express his faith.

Saying a silent prayer to his fallen bretheren, Flogir decided to pray for the safety of this group as well before resuming their journey.

Flint Ironwood, Imperial city.

Just his luck, the Arcane University was closed. Flint shrugged. He performed some of his acrobatics till he'd arrived on a ledge. Carefully opening a small window, he slipped inside and then waited on his ledge for everyone else to arrive.

Ian

The palace was still as devoid of interesting trinkets as it was ninteen years ago. He stole a slight glance at Issac's tall form. He lacked any signs of his childhood hardship, his training (Ian thanked the Gods for that), and any recent Blade assignments.
The boy's been through alot, and he still looks absolutly normal. He thought. But like me his young eyes are already serious and focused, that's my fault though.....

Finally the doors opened and a surprised Chancellor Ocato stood in the doorway. Ocato grinned despite the unexpected arrival. "Ian and Issac, I'm pleased to see that both of you are well." Issac bowed respectfully, "We're honored, sir." "Chancellor Ocato," Ian began. "There are several companions of mine that will be arriving soon, with the graces of Countess Valga of Chorrol." Ocato cocked his head, but nodded. "Very well, my friend. When do you suppose they will arrive?" Ian thought for a moment. "They could be crossing the bridge any moment now......."

Whilst crossing the bridge into the city...

Jonathan Constantine

"Sure thing Satyana, but if beasty looking thing runs up I may have to dart the other way" He joked, and took on a slightly more serious tone, "What do you think is the.. cause of these voices?"

Issac

After a few moments, Chancellor Ocato dismissed them. "I'll let you escort them here then." And Issac followed Ian toward the Talos Plaza District that was the district the the bridge connected to.


OCC: To those who haven't played Oblivion, there is a stable on the City side of the bridge...... But keep an eye on the Orc woman She eats horses

Rann

Rann looked back at Jonathan and his sister, and couldn't help but feel the need to protect her. He and Jonathan would have a talk.

He practiced his mental technique again, but trying to keep the wall up with so many distractions was hard. He had the information his father had given him, his sister's growing relationship with Jonathan, Dalrus's vague signals, and last but not least, a strange voice in his head to think about. It didn't make for great concentration, but he eventually calmed his mental self down enough to keep the wall up.

Soon enough, after reemerging from his deep meditation, he found himself at the stable outside the gates of his favorite city. He let the stablehand take his horse after dismounting and slinging his pack over his shoulder.

"Should we go to the library first, or just take it easy for the night?" he asked, hoping for the latter.

Jonathan Constantine

"I suggest taking it easy.. Of course thats just me.." Jonathan nearly growled at the stable hand we he tried to take the Lila, his horse, away, "I see one scratch..."

He walked over to Rann, after he gave the hand a good talking too, "Rann, I'm not sure what your relationship to Satyana is, but I do sense that you want talk for whatever its worth.."

Rann

Rann pulled Jonathan to the side. "Satyana is my sister, and she obviously likes you, so here's the deal. If you hurt her in any way, be it physically, mentally, or emotionally, you'll wish you were never born. Understood?"

After figuring that his point was well-made, he walked away from Jonathan to rejoin the group.

Sodsa Hekal, outside the City

Sodsa slowed up as he reached the city gates and when the stable hands saw his mount he got a surprised look. "Yeah whatever just take it." Sodsa dismounted and tossed a couple of coins their direction. Sodsa saw the group he was suppose to meet with and walked on over, "Ya know, sorry for missing everything, but i was just told by the countess to meet up with you guys, that was it. So, because I missed whats goin' on, would anyone mind repeating the whole ordeal?

Jonathan shook his head slowly, chuckled softly as Rann walked away. There was always someone like Rann in any situation, good sort of guy of course, but a little to defensive. Jonathan hadn't even made a decision regarding Satyana, sure she was a beautiful girl, much like Dalrus, but they've had a few conversations and that was thus far the extent of their relationship.

However, he did notice Sodsa finally catching up with the party, "Hows that shoulder friend?"

Sodsa Hekal

"Ah hey." Sodsa glanced at the afore mentioned shoulder. "It stings when i move it too much, but, other then that, it isn't too bad." Sodsa sat on a fence and continued, "So, where are we heading to now?"

Satyana

Satyana was satisfied with *Jonathan being not so far away from her, thus she was aware of a kind of protectiveness from Rann which in fact pleased her very much. She noticed with a faint smile that Rann took Jonathan aside and she understood fairly well what kind of conversation they must have had.

She proceeded towards her brother...

"Rann, I´ve decided a name for my stallion" she said with a smile, "Thor, the Stormbringer, the name of an ancient Nordic God, the God of Thunder...strong and steady..it´s suitable, don´t you think?" She stroke the Mane of the black stallion....

"By the way, where is Rahvin...I thought he would accompany us?"



Brianna, on her way

Brianna sat by the railng of the rickety ship that was destined for Old Ebonheart......led by the voices in her head she knew she had to go west.....for a very long time and yet she had no idea why....

Flogir

Flogir handed over the reins to his mule to the stablehand, tossing him some septims. He rubbed his behind to get the feeling of sitting in a saddle for a long period of time out of his body. He perfered sitting in his cart more than riding, but he decided he would survive.

Upon hearing Rann's question, Flogir voiced his answer. "I'm willing to take it easy tonight as well. Sitting in a saddle then going to a library for a long time doesn't sound like an ideal day to me. I would rather have a smokey tavern and some ale. Oh yea, and welcome back, Bosmer. Glad to hear your shoulder is okay."

Ian

With Issac in tow, Ian walked through the doorway. The grand vista of the surrounding countryside welcomed them. Taking in a deep breathe he noticed the others had already arrived, and had stabled their horses. Very good, now that they're here.....

Ian waved down to the group and called them up to the gates.......

Flint Ironwood, Arcane university. (Eh, wrong place?)

Flint noticed the group arrive. He left the university through the same way as he arrived. Stalking through the streets, he soon reached his companions. There, he leaned against a wall, hidden from view by the dark shadows.
,,I wonder who those two are." The Breton thought as he saw two men approach.

Brianna, now in the great forrest, the Chorrol area

The last week had been relatively calm for Brianna, just riding across the plains of Cyrodiil, only stopping for stretching her legs, eating and getting a few hours sleep. Now she was approaching the great Forrest outside Chorrol and she decided to be more watchful....why she didn´t know, but the Forrest looked a bit dark and there could be assassins hiding for all she´d know.

She made a final stop just before entering the Forrest, checking out her longbow and arrows. She made a small campfire and cooked some stew on a couple of scribs she had hunted down. She managed to get a few hours of sleep before she entered the woods, on a chilly morning. The sun was barely up, and it was rather cold so she put her cloak tighter around her and set out on the small winding road leading through the Forrest

The Forrest was silent so she jumped in the saddle when she thought she heard the sound of a dry piece of wood cracking as if someone had stepped on it..

She stopped......and listened, in the same time trying to calm her mare down

"Shush Starshine....it´s nothing" she whispered into the horse´s ear

Ayesha
Near Chorrol

Ayesha watched in silence as the sunrise was appearing inbetween the thick forest, it was all so quiet. Ayesha stood and watched for a minute, taking a deep breath as the air was refreshing and cool in the morning hours. She continued heading against Chorrol as she knew she would need a bed and some food soon, her journey had been tiring.
Coming closer to Chorrol she soon heard the familiar sound of a horse, the sound becoming clearer as she kept on walking. Ayesha didn't have any difficulties knowing that this was only one horse.

Ayesha crouched down on the roadside. She already had her fine bow in her hand and a arrow inbetween her finger tips, slowly she raised the bow and let the arrow slide on. Her past wouldn't stop taking control, would it ever? The ways of the mercenaries and assassins came crawling through her toughts, she knew she was in desperate need of a horse.
As the sound came closer she walked out into the middle of the road with her bow pointing downwards and raised her head and looked towards the person appearing over the small hill in front of her.

Brianna, on the path in the forrest near Chorrol

Suddelly Starshine rose on her back legs and neighed loudly.....there was a...person standing on the narrow road, pointing at her with an aimed bow.....

Brianna gasped and rose one hand, palm upwards, a sign of peace

"Please."...she whispered.."Don´t...don´t kill me..what do you want from me?" She dismounted Starshine, but remained standing beside the mare



So this is how it will end? Shot down in the forrest by......A WOMAN?



OOC: Thoughts are in italics as usual, Fuzzy!