Amili, New Vivec

"You really like that excuse, I've noticed." she said to En'fel.

She shouted at the door in an annoyed tone. "I'm busy! Leave me be!"

She was curious as to who it was, but there was far too much debris piled in front of the door for her to open it in the next ten minutes.

Megil-Outside Amilli's Chamber, New Vivec

"Really is that so Amilli? then why is the outside of this door covered in ice?"

Megil stepped out of the way, and motioned to one of the mages.

the doorframe began to creak, as the door was turned against it hniges and promptly torn out of the doorway and into the hallway.

Megil walked over the door and up to the threshold.

"Ah an ashlander, I didn't know you were so treacherous as to entertain an enemy of your house." Megil said with a curt smile.

En'Fel
Amili's room

En'Fel stared at him as he entered. He felt the palm on his leg he had felt not so long ago, though the memory was so sharp that he felt the man's very grip still on his leg, from that evening where he threw a kick nearly impossible to dodge, and it was caught.

"Her form of entertainment is having justice served," En'Fel grumbled, looking away from the man's gaze.

Amili, New Vivec

"You really do overestimate me, Megil." Amili replied.

"Is it standard procedure for you to burst through people's doors and invade their privacy?"

Megil-Amilli's Chamber

Megil smiled smugly,

"Yes indeed, it is my business when a house is threatened on neutral ground. Granting the houses equal protection is afterall, not what you were so passionatly fighting for this morning." Megil replied, then turned to the ashlander.

"Melkaan is down the hall, last door on the right if you still wish to kill him. Just know that you will have to kill all the ordinators lining this hall, and that you won't live to see tomorrow if you do. Now drop the weapon and come with me"

En'Fel
Amili's room

En'Fel stared to Amili, and to Megil. He was truly beginning to despise the man. He flipped his blade around skillfully, and turned it handle-first to Amili, "Deal," he said, then followed Megil.

Megil

"Smart choice." Megil said, and then waved his hand to the man, indicating that he was to go infront of Megil.

"always a pleasure Amilli" Megil said as he left, "sorry about the door."

En'Fel
New Vivec

En'Fel followed Megil and his ordinators out, watching Amili holding his new sword, waving good bye with a cruel smile.

He couldn't believe he had given up his weapon to his enemy and was being hauled off to prison. His goal was not working quite as well as he hoped, but he would accomplish it, he would kill Melkaan.

Amili, New Vivec

Amili placed the sword under her bed for later use. She would pay En'fel a visit a little later.

She began doing a small clean-up of her room; the fight had almost torn it apart.

Endris was a bit surprised at the reply he got from knocking on Amili's door. Nonetheless he turned and began heading back to the Morag Tong when he saw Megil and a lot of Ordinators enter the area. He ducked behind a building and watched the whole ordeal from accross the street. After Megil had left he ran up to what was left of Amili's doorway, peered inside and asked Amili--who still had all her clothes on, "Eh, what the hell just happened here? Does this sort of thing happen everyday?"

Amili, New Vivec

"You mean, does someone barricade me in my own room and start launching frostballs at me everyday? Of course." she answered with a smirk.

OOC: sorry; school.

"Hm. Well then you must lead a pretty exciting life, no? I always thought being a bodyguard was kinda a boring job...." Endris replied while picking up a few books and placing thm on the bookshelf, "I know a good doorsmith who can fix that door up in no time."

New Vivec, Plaza and Hall of Justice

Crazy Old Man

"The leader of neutrality hath declared peace?! Hence forth there shall be peace on his words?! Nay, the petty squable over mere dealing of things that will not last. They damn themselves, for the almighty loose pity for their casteless souls! Here me! I am the lighthouse in the storm, and the mighty are the peaceful city!"

The man, blind before being knowest, walked among the city's populace, spreading his self proclaimed messages of doom and terror. Many citizins ignored the rambling that were his words, but few, if out of pity, came and listened.

He continued his agonizing prophecy upon the steps of the Hall of Justice.

Falx Albarnias

Falx left slightly after the Redorian councilmen made their leave, passing several ordinators on the way out. He could of swore that one of them muttered something about his mother. Alas he he ignored it and continued on until he reached the steps outside of the Hall of Justice.

To his amazement, the crazy man was still preaching the same nonsense. "Repentance... Hah! What have the gods down for me? Abandoned me in my time of need. Even you Azura, you asked for my help in defeated Arcyakt yet you did nothing for me..."

The captain continued on to the Inn. He would gather the legionaire numbers for the day and eventually report to Megil.

Megil-Hall of Justice New Vivec

Mgeil had the ordinators take the ashlander to a prison cell, but first he told them to bathe the man, his hair was greasy and he reaked of sweat and dirt.

Megil watched the old man with interest. He had seen the man and heard much about him, but Megil let the man roam freely, becuase few could understand him. Megil walked over the the old man and took a seat beside him on one of the steps,

"So you are the much-discussed prophet"

Amili, New Vivec

"I'm not really a bodyguard, merely a second-in-command or a subordinate to Melkaan." she said in answer to Endris' statment about being a bodyguard. but not for long... she added silently.

Amili raised an eyebrow at the word 'doorsmith' but soon realized that Endris was being serious. "Then send him over when you get the chance." She answered, doing her best to tidy up her room.

She looked through some papers before putting them in order and back on the shelf. She sighed, she couldn't stay in a doorless room. She grabbed a large pack and put some clothes and some select books and notes. She led Endris outside of the room and posted two Telvanni guards outside of it until a new door could be placed on it.

"Any suggestions on where to stay?"

Endris -- New Vivec

"Well let's see... There are some respectable inn's around here; Or you could sleep out on the streets....Then there are several guest bedrooms at the Morag Tong, you would be safe there. Plus you could start to uh... make your move on Vaska," Endris replied to Amili hopefully while walking down the street.

Amili, New Vivec

"That idea is done with." she answered, "But I guess I can stay with the Morag Tong for awhile."

Megil's assassination (which was an order from Melkaan) took second place to her own assassination that she was planning in her head. En'fel would make a useful tool, especially now that she held all the cards.

Old Man
New Vivec, Plaza

"Prophet? Yes... Maybe more so messenger." The elderly mans back was turned to the voice, "Now, what of much-discussed? Not kings nor peasents need discus the words that I exclaim."

The blind man started feeling his way towards the dock area, "They need understanding of the end.... Megil..."

Wading in the crowd, the man was consumed by the numbers and faded into obscurity.. for a time.

Stauros-> Vivec-> his Manor

Stouros stepped in his home and marvled at the beuty, his place in Balmora was a pesant's home compared ot this. He walked though the place and saw all that there was and went to the most important room of the house, the kitchen. Stauros greeted the head chef and took a few pounds of meat and ate one. Stauros then headed tward the Arena in search of Delfran.

"Glad to hear it, " Endris said with a smile. They made their way through the Telvanni district and ended up in the Arena area, heading towards the Morag Tong.

Amili, New Vivec

"Mm-hm." she replied, not really knowing if he was saying the he was glad to hear that she was staying at the guildhall, or that the plan with Vaska had fallen through.

She didn't have too much time to ponder it though, she soon found herself dropping down into the lower level that was the Morag Tong hideout.

"So, where is this room?"

"Right this way," he gestured towards the member quarters. It was quite a large room with several bunk beds lined up in aisles. Members of the Morag Tong stopping by would sleep here, as well as low ranking members of the HQ.

Endris brought her to a door in the back of a room, pulled out a key, unlocked it and opened the creaky door. It was a big room, but it was dusty and dark. He lit a torch which brightened up the room a bit. In it were several empty bookshelves, a dusty bed, and some old closets. "As you can see we haven't had a guest here at the Morag Tong in quite a while so feel free to clean up a bit."

Amili, New Vivec, Morag Tong HQ

Amili walked into the room and was assaulted by the dust. With a small cough, she threw her things on the bed.

"We'll let this place air out a little." she said, walking out of the dusty room and into the commons.

"Yes, good idea," Endris said as he backed away from the dust. He walked back to the commons with Amili and said, "Well feel free to get yourself a drink from the Tong's very own bar, on the house. I have some paper work to do so if you need to talk about a plan or something, I will be in my office."

With that Endris opened th door to his office, sat down at his desk and began filling out forms and all that other good stuff.

Raxle O'Conner
Cave West of Gnisis

The dim light in the cave seemed to set the mood, everyone was lazy. Milling about from chore to chore with little interest was about the maximum extent of anyones activity. Or at least that was untill loud, hurried footsteps could be heard through the halls.

Raxle motioned over to the other outcast legionaires, his face screamed stay low and ready weapons. Even the rust covered sword of Kimano was pulled from the sheath with little or no sound.

The clicking of the feet were growing louder, and they were starting to resound off the cave walls. Alicia kneeled behind Raxle, he looked back and could tell that she was clearly frightened, "Shh, don't worry. It'll be ok." She knodded back in silent confirmation."

A figure, clad in nothing but a cloak and some tarnished pants ran in the cave. He was about to yelled something, but the legionaires quickly tripped him, beat him over the head, and caused his world to go black.

Raxle stood over the limp body, "Check him for weapons and cover his mouth, but if he wakes up hit him again." The legionaires looked at him quizzicaly(SP) and Raxle shrugged back, "Well.. just for a the hell of it I suppose.."

They gave a grunt and continued on with their new task. There was all of a suddenly some new excitement to be had.

Cedris, The Divines Encampment

Cedris spun around and stared at Sel for a few seconds without faltering.

"Actually Selenil, I believe there is a task for you that awaits. I am not quite certain what it is, but soon enough you will find out. Now if you would follow me."

Cedris turned and strode into the tent, throwing the flaps apart as he marched in.

(OOC: Sorry for not responding sooner, my internet broke on me.)

Amili, New Vivec

She took Endris' advice and sat down at the bar. She didn't get a drink, but she got a fair meal of kwama eggs.



Sel, somewhere, it's been so long I forget

Sel was muttering things under his breath as he followed Cedris into the tent.

"What now?" he asked.

Cedris, The Divines Encampment

"Now . . . we wait."

Megil-outside the HOJ, New Vivec

"Hmm...indeed" megil muttered as the man left, before he dissapeared into the crowd megil said aloud,

"Tell Sheogorath and old friend says hi."

With that Megil turned his back to the crowd and returned to his fofice. he began to plan for the meeting with the empire.

Amili, New Vivec

Amili finished eating and made her way to her room. She was going to visit En'fel in prison, but decided to wait until she had some rest.

She was asleep in seconds.

Tall Tongue
New Vivec

Tall Tongue feebly wrote his note. He had been preparing it for some time, being the only one in the city with news like his, but being far too busy to visit Megil himself, Tall Tongue felt it crucial to make sure his cryptic message was unbreakable by other agents who would try to steal his glory.

Dear Megil Tel-Zeke,

An Imperial wearing steel plate armor and leather boots and gloves recently killed and injured many recruits of the New Legion, he did. This is not good, no murder is good for this city, no. After running away, he made a mistake and hid his armor in the sewers. I know where it is and I watch it for the day he returns to retrieve it, I do. I could not follow him completely because he took so many detours and stuff, faster then I could follow, well, you know, he was heading toward Hlaalu, yes. That I am sure of, not for any reason I know, no. I watch for his to get his stuff. Know any Imperials who live in Hlaalu who would want to kill legion recruits? I count Imperials in Hlaalu, all except Isaarin's friend are guards and beaurocrats. Good hunting.

Tall Tongue

Tall Tongue read over his note then hid it in his secret spot, and ran back to the sewers, where he nibled on his food and watched for the Imperial to come back for his stuff.

Wred
New Vivec

"You're going to have to don the same armor again when you kill Falx later," Isaarin said as they met privately in his office.

Wred stared at him. "But they'll be looking for a man in that armor."

"You'll wear a cloak under it, none the less if it's one man it brings more fear into the movement, as opposed to just random violence, it'll look more like they're being targeted, which is what we want to slow down the recruitment."

"But it's too risky," Wred tried to explain.

"You're dismissed," Isaarin ordered, and Wred gave him a cold stare, then got up an left.

Every job he took he despised. It wasn't fair. First he was a legionnaire and had to suffer those intolerant, racist soldiers, then he was a Balmora guard and got to spend years roaming about town looking for drunks, and now he was forced to do the bidding of that nutcase. Wred needed to break free, some how find a profession that suited him perfectly. First off, everyone else in his profession would have to be reasonable, not the regular gun-ho Imperials that were only doing service because they were too stupid to get a real job. He also needed to be active, to get lot's of excitement, to do justice, not betray like before. He wanted to start over, to leave his sins behind, to go somewhere where people wouldn't expect him to be able to do the dirty jobs, where he could stand for a principle or two.

Wred grovelled as he searched through the sewer for his stuff. He knew the spot. He saw something in darkness that gave him the chills, like a pair of green eyes surrounded by black. Like a... creature.

"Hey!" Wred yelled, and Tall Tongue jumped up and turned frantically away. Wred realized it was some sort of agent, and sped off after him, taking out his broad-sword.

Tall Tongue was heading for the opening that went straight to the Undercity. He knew enough of it to lose any green-horn to New Vivec. He dove for the entry... and got stuck. He picked the wrong hole! He made that mistake before, but what a time to make it again.

Wred grabbed him from the hole and pulled him out. He scratched and clawed but Wred held him by the back of the neck at arms distance, his other arm lightly tapping Tall Tongue on the forehead, draining his fatigue. Tall Tongue could suddenly barely lift his arms.

"Who do you work for!" he demanded.

"Please, don't hurt me," Tall Tongue pleaded in a whisper.

"If you lie to me I'll rip your ears off and sell them to an Orc. They're a delicacy, you know."

"I work... I work..." Tall Tongue's eyes wer wide. Could the man tell if he was lying? He did not want to risk it, but he could not reveal Megil. "I work for you, for a price, I will work for you!"

"You have no reason to obey me, tell me who you work for! Is it the Morag Tong?"

"Yes! Yes the Morag Tong!"

Wred had been taught to see a liar through an honest man, but not a beast. Wred knew the basic concepts of ear movements with Khajiit, but Tall Tongue's were submissively flat and would not move, probably meaning it was slightly relaxed. Wred did not want to trust him. It was too risky, besides, if the beats saw weakness in him, he would exploit it and escape to tell his superiors everything he knew.

"There's a nice cell in the Hlaalu jail not many people know about, come along with me," he said, and held Tall Tongue tightly by the back of the collar to walk him back to the Hlaalu district.

Amili, New vivec

Amili woke up a few hours later, and took her time in getting ready to go. She bathed, ate, and even cleaned up her dusty room a little bit.

She slowly made her way towards the cells, trying to make En'fel stay in there for awhile, hopefully making him more ready to comply with her.

The guard showed her to En'fel's cell. She peered through the bars at him. "I take it you're comfortable?"

En'Fel
New Vivec Prison

En'Fel sat in his cell, counting the seconds. No living creature was meant to be contained, it was unnatural. The settled dunmer, they were probably more used to it. They had adjusted themselves to stand closed places and damp air and darkness. En'Fel was a creature of the Earth created by Nature, not the Earth chiseled out of stone as the settled Dunmer. He could not stand being in this place, feeling his muscles rot away, trapped with only his mind.

He looked to Amili. He knew Ashlander ways, but she probably did not. "Do you have my sword?" he asked. The act of returning it would be the only thing that allowed him to trust her enough for them to talk about real matters, no matter what the laws of the city said.

Amili, New Vivec

"It's in my room." she answered. "But that isn't the real issue here, is it?"

She was glad that she had posted guards outside of her room...

"We have something far more important to discuss here."

En'Fel
New Vivec Prison

"You know what I've been doing for the last eighteen hours? I would sit right here and meditate until I'm concentrated enough, then walk over to those two bars right there and grab them, and then perform the most potent spell I know. I call it chilling touch. I could have killed you with it if it hadn't failed to work that night we fought. It failed, however, and I only managed to freeze the back of your robe. It worked everytime on those bars, though. I just concentrate on those two bars, and then usually I pass out for about a half-hour, and then I begin again. It should take me around a month of doing that none stop to wear them down to the point where they would shatter. If you do not show me I can trust you, I will see you in a month and use your heart as a snowball. Please, tell me what's so important."

Amili, New Vivec

"You would be put on trial before a month passed, and there I would testify against you, and you could possibly be executed for attempted murder."

She smiled. "Or, you could get your revenge on Melkaan, and leave here with your life..."

OOC: bedtime

Stauros-> arena

Staruos walked intot eh arena area and found Delfran, in a hushed voice he said, "welcome friend how are you?"

delfran turned to see Stauros and greeted him as well, "yes, hello, i'm fine. Wish my possition could be as a guard instead of a figter that with every passing day I have a chance of getting killed" He half scowld at Stauros.

"Uh yeah" Stauros replyed, scratching the back of his neck. "well I brought you some fine meats, stait from my maner's kitchens." he handed Delfran some who quikly fid it in his dresser drawr(sp?). "well i'll talk to megil adn see what I can do, untill then you can't lose."

with that Stauros headed into the storage and into the Morag Tong HQ. To see if anyone was ther

En'Fel
New Vivec Prison

En'Fel grumbled. He remembered that day not too long ago when he fell to his face and allowed himself beaten and insulted by a Telvanni scout. This was no different, he only wished Hel'Tic were here so that what he thought at that moment could be voiced.

"Very well, what is your plan?"

Wred
New Vivec, Hlaalu district

"And you're sure he knows nothing?" Wred asked a guard he was having a conversation with while putting on his mercenary armor.

"That's what he said. The agents in the city don't tend to know anything. I can't tell whether he's lying either. That one, he's difficult," the guard responded.

"Well keep his food rations down until he answers some questions then," Wred said.

"Will do," the guard answered.

At that moment Isaarin entered the room. "There we are!" he said to Wred with a twisted smile. "Ready to get some real work done aye?"

"I suppose so," said Wred.

Isaarin was about to speak, then stared at the guard, who gave an awkward shrug and left the room. "Wred," he said. "Remember, if you fail."

"I work for the Morag Tong, I was ordered to kill him by Telvanni, I went behind the backs of my fellow Morag Tong, etcetera etcetera." Wred finished with his steel and leather armor, and tied his cloak around his neck. It draped his armor under it.

"Good!" Isaarin exclaimed. "One last thing," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black mask, then held it evenly away from Wred's face, and compressed it down so it stuck. "That should hide your identidy. Remember, some people will recognize you, so if you are caught, before anyone noteworthy see's your face, you..." Isaarin pulled a vile from the same pocket, "must pour this vile all over your face."

Wred accepted the vile nervously, then threw his hood up and set out silently.

Falx Albarnias
New Vivec, New Vivec Inn

Falx stepped into his establishment that had recently been turned into a recruited and organization depot for new and old legionaires. The smell of the wood cackling in the fire place added to the starkness that somehow caused a grand tranquility.

"Lieutenant" Falx glanced up from the seat he just sat in, "Bring me a bottle of that imperial brandy." He looked over several papers on his desk, "Four thousand known legionaires..." He let out a soft whistle, "This isn't going to look good to the other houses."

His Aid-to-Camp, Lieutenant Robero Cladius, sat down the dusty bottle and place a glass beside it, "Sir, excuse my lack of knowledge but, why does that matter? Who cares if the other houses don't like it?" He said without looking from the brandy, just slowly pouring. Just how the captain liked it, slow and steady.

"Well, it seems that they would rather have us dead then back in the hands of the empire. Personally, I'd rather be dead then listening to those fat bureaucrats in Cyrodill. But if the men wish it, I will arrange the transportation to the mainland."

"Will you leave?" The aid said as he topped the glass.

"I.. I don't know, this is my new home. But that the future, better the fight in the present then waist over times not yet come." Falx drank deep from the glass, and then looked inside of it swishing the alcoholic contents about, "Tell the guards to go home, but leave the four door guards. They need a break, I'm sure it's been hectic."

"Yes sir." The Lt. stepped out of the desk area, which was out in the middle of the floor and told the sixteen guards or so to head home. Falx called over to Cladius, "You look haggard, go home, get some sleep.." The man started to protest, but Falx cut him off, "Thats an order Lt..."

The Inn was farely empty now, being that only two guards stood inside and the place was wide open. Falx turned his attention to his paper work.

Wred
New Vivec

Wred approached the door to the Inn. His cloak covered most of his body, and his mask covered his face, he looked like a lepper. He nodded to each of the guards. One of them stopped him, "What's with the mask? Got something to hide?"

"No," he said humbly, backing away from the man, trying to appear fragile. "I was in a fire as a child," he offered, The guard looked rather embarrassed, and allowed him in.

His knife was smothered in poison, strapped loosely to his left hand. He could pull out on a dime, and Falx would not see it coming. He walked right up Falx Albarnias' desk, and leaned over it. "Is this where I sign up?" he asked.

Falx Albarnias
New Vivec, New Vivec Inn


Falx peered up when here heard the mans voice, "Ye...s?" He was momentarily stunned by the man, wearing a mask of the sort. Falx regained his composure, "Ahh, yes this in where you would register.."

It started to rain outside, a bit heavy with a few cracks of lightning.

"Damn, shut the door!" The guards closed the large wooden doors, sealing the building from the outside world.

"Sorry about that, so you would like to register? Forgive me but are you in the best of health?"

Wred
New Vivec Inn

Wred paused, trying to ascertain the question. "Oh yes, yes, I'm just... well, I don't travel very often. Not used to... people... but I train every day, I'm very good," Wred stuttered.

Falx Albarnias
New Vivec, New Vivec Inn



"Skilled you say?" Falx rose his eyebrow just after another lightning bolt struck, "In what?"

Looking old?

Wred
New Vivec Inn

Wred backed away, "Please, please be kind to me. I'm sorry, my mind needs to be trained a little. I was in a fire as a child and... well, I promise you I'm strong like a guar, and an able swordsman, please, just sign me up," he offered. He felt like he was over-playing the character. "I'll just sign my name here," he said, reaching for a quill and marking the paper that had a list of names on it. He thought about what he should sign it, but had no idea,

Kiln Sithiln he wrote, then placed the quill back.

Falx Albarnias
New Vivec, New Vivec Inn

Falx sighed, he needed able body men, not those that would stutter and what not, "Fire? I suppose thats what the mask is for?"

He looked over the signature, Kiln Sithlin, different name. Falx thought for a few seconds, "Isn't that Isaarin's last name? Oh well, we shall find out eventually"

Standing up he bowed a bit, "The name is Falx Albarnias, interm leader for the Legionaires in Vvardenfell, Knight Errant of the Empire and Captain in the Dragon Riders. I am your acting Commanding Officer and you will address me as sir? Understand?" Falx didn't wait for him to answer, "Report back here at noon tomorrow for your breifing and equipment distribution."

He sat back down, "That is all."

Wred
New Vivec Inn

"Thank you sir," he said, "You won't regret this."

Then, acting politely like he should, Wred reached across the desk to offer a handshake.

Falx Albarnias
New Vivec Inn

"You do understand that aren't supposed to shake hands right?" Falx felt a little upset that not all knew the rules, but caved in, if only to get this man away.

Falx clasped the other mans hand, "Good day to you Kiln, see you at noon tomorrow."

Wred
New Vivec Inn

Wred gave him a powerful grip and shook, "Thank you sir, you will not regret this, sir," he repeated, seemingly unable to let go. For a split second, Wred held just an inkling of doubt in his mind. He would be crossing that line again, doing something that would cause massive quilt, that he would regret forever. Not so much the act of killing the man, but that he would be allowing Isaarin Sithiln to receive more power. That made him cringe most of all.

Wred sighed and tightened his grip on Falx, pulling him across the desk. The ink spilled across the floor and papers slid off the table. Wred's other hand was out, and the knife snapped from the wrist it was tied to. Wred stabbed for the back of Falx's shoulder.

Amili

"You will kill Melkaan, something you already wanted to do," she began. "This way, I am not blamed for my own rise in House Telvanni, and you get your revenge."

"We can work out a peace between our peoples later; Melkaan comes first. Agreed?"

En'Fel
New Vivec prison

En'Fel gave Amili a dry look. "Well I figured that," he said part sarcastically. "How do you want me to do it? There's a rather long system of details we have to work out to ensure neither of us get blamed for the attack and you become the first choice to lead the house."

He paused for a second. "I normally wouldn't care about my own safety, but I figure I have to stay a free, unexecuted dunmer for just long enough to make sure you hold to your side of the bargain."