Dane
Streets of New Vivec
Dane had lept back and nearly took a blade in the chest. The legion monkey was a much better fighter than most. The only thing is he seemed to have no thought to his wounds, which were rapidly growing very serious.
The Ordinators had arrived to put an end to the violence.
"By order of New Vivec law, cease this now!" an Ordinator yelled to the two warriors.
Two of them grabbed Dane's arms and he dropped his sword to the ground. Dane tried to fight back but they were strong and all he could do was squirm under their strength.
Three other guards neared the maddended Argonian in hopes to take him as well.
Full Version: A War Of Houses - Playground 9
Val-Jeer, Streets of New Vivec
Nobody was to get in his way. He drew his arm back ready to slice the nearest Ordinator.
Another blast of pain coursed through him, once again making him wretch blood.
He looked up through blurry eyes to see the man who had just been insulting him restrained by two ordinators. He couldn't help but laugh inside, yet he was still unsure of what just happened.
"Ow-"
The three ordinators were upon him. Agony blasted him as they grabbed his arms and hoisted him to his feet.
Great... what did I do this time?
Nobody was to get in his way. He drew his arm back ready to slice the nearest Ordinator.
Another blast of pain coursed through him, once again making him wretch blood.
He looked up through blurry eyes to see the man who had just been insulting him restrained by two ordinators. He couldn't help but laugh inside, yet he was still unsure of what just happened.
"Ow-"
The three ordinators were upon him. Agony blasted him as they grabbed his arms and hoisted him to his feet.
Great... what did I do this time?
Dane
Streets of New Vivec
Dane was no longer paying attention to the Argonian, for he was being dragged of for prison. He whipped around and kicked his legs to no avail.
After some time they had reached the prison where the jailing process had begun.
They confiscated his sword and searched him for anything else. After finding a work knife and then taking the contents of his pockets they had thrown him in a cell.
"Damn... what have I got myself into...." he grumbled on the bare stone floor.
An ordinator approached his cell. "You have been charged with assault, disturbing the peace, and drawing a weapong in intention to use. After you chrages have been proccessed we will inform you of your sentence." he said with a droning voice, obviously accustomed to doing this almost daily.
Streets of New Vivec
Dane was no longer paying attention to the Argonian, for he was being dragged of for prison. He whipped around and kicked his legs to no avail.
After some time they had reached the prison where the jailing process had begun.
They confiscated his sword and searched him for anything else. After finding a work knife and then taking the contents of his pockets they had thrown him in a cell.
"Damn... what have I got myself into...." he grumbled on the bare stone floor.
An ordinator approached his cell. "You have been charged with assault, disturbing the peace, and drawing a weapong in intention to use. After you chrages have been proccessed we will inform you of your sentence." he said with a droning voice, obviously accustomed to doing this almost daily.
Val-Jeer, New Vivec Prison
Val's head slammed into the rough wall as the ordinators tossed him in. He rolled on his back and clutched his sore head.
"Dammit all to Oblivion!"
After a moment he sat up, finding a loaf of stale bread waiting for him. He reached for it and nearly chipped a fang as he bit down.
Resigned, he leaned back against the wall and began trying to recall what had happened. When he had passed out during the processing, his captors were kind enough to provide him with some healing. He was in the same situation he was in before, only now he was in a cozy prison cell, clawing away absent-mindedly at a loaf of bread that could easily pass for a stone.
He grinned. "Looks like things are finally starting to pick up."
He was unsure what was going to happen to him, but he had a good idea. From his time in The Legion, he knew what happened to people who were caught fighting in the streets. They were normally locked away to cool down for a while. The time varied depending on the situation, and the location. As far as Val knew, nobody was killed so he likely wasn't going to be there long.
He looked down at the bread. At least they fed him.
Val's head slammed into the rough wall as the ordinators tossed him in. He rolled on his back and clutched his sore head.
"Dammit all to Oblivion!"
After a moment he sat up, finding a loaf of stale bread waiting for him. He reached for it and nearly chipped a fang as he bit down.
Resigned, he leaned back against the wall and began trying to recall what had happened. When he had passed out during the processing, his captors were kind enough to provide him with some healing. He was in the same situation he was in before, only now he was in a cozy prison cell, clawing away absent-mindedly at a loaf of bread that could easily pass for a stone.
He grinned. "Looks like things are finally starting to pick up."
He was unsure what was going to happen to him, but he had a good idea. From his time in The Legion, he knew what happened to people who were caught fighting in the streets. They were normally locked away to cool down for a while. The time varied depending on the situation, and the location. As far as Val knew, nobody was killed so he likely wasn't going to be there long.
He looked down at the bread. At least they fed him.
Dane
New Vivec Prison
Dane was accustomed to being in jail, it was nothing new to him. He got up then sat down on his cell bed. There was a plate of bread next to him, but he didn't feel hungry for the stale filth they fed prisoners.
He'd never been in a non-imperial jail before so he was somewhat unsure of just how long his stay would be. He looked across to see a sleeping bosmer in another cell, probably caught stealing.
He was in for a oring afternoon, unlike the nobelman in Malik's possession.
Malik
Fort Peligiad
Malik was currently drawing knives across the screaming noble's chest. The blood was flowing freely and he was having a wonderful time, Malik was, not the noble.
OOC: Sorry I got to go. Bye!
New Vivec Prison
Dane was accustomed to being in jail, it was nothing new to him. He got up then sat down on his cell bed. There was a plate of bread next to him, but he didn't feel hungry for the stale filth they fed prisoners.
He'd never been in a non-imperial jail before so he was somewhat unsure of just how long his stay would be. He looked across to see a sleeping bosmer in another cell, probably caught stealing.
He was in for a oring afternoon, unlike the nobelman in Malik's possession.
Malik
Fort Peligiad
Malik was currently drawing knives across the screaming noble's chest. The blood was flowing freely and he was having a wonderful time, Malik was, not the noble.
OOC: Sorry I got to go. Bye!
Val-Jeer, New Vivec Prison
Val had successfully gnawed away at least a tenth of the bread by the time he heard heavy foot steps approaching. He looked up to see an ordinator regarding him with a blank expression through the bars.
Val pulled his lips back in a smile. "Good day, sera."
The ordinator spoke in a monotone voice. "You have been charged with murder, assault on an ordinator, assault with a deadly weapon, arson, vagrancy, drawing a weapon in public, and disturbing the peace. Once your charges have been processed we will inform you of your sentence."
The ordinator walked away, leaving a bewildered Val. A moment passed before Val drew a rather large breath of air into his lungs.
"FFUUUU--"
A long stream of curses, swears, and insults to the entire Dunmer race spewed out, echoing through the halls.
Val had successfully gnawed away at least a tenth of the bread by the time he heard heavy foot steps approaching. He looked up to see an ordinator regarding him with a blank expression through the bars.
Val pulled his lips back in a smile. "Good day, sera."
The ordinator spoke in a monotone voice. "You have been charged with murder, assault on an ordinator, assault with a deadly weapon, arson, vagrancy, drawing a weapon in public, and disturbing the peace. Once your charges have been processed we will inform you of your sentence."
The ordinator walked away, leaving a bewildered Val. A moment passed before Val drew a rather large breath of air into his lungs.
"FFUUUU--"
A long stream of curses, swears, and insults to the entire Dunmer race spewed out, echoing through the halls.
Amili, Tel Naga
Amili opened the small circular door not far from the entrance to Melkaan's quarters (formerly Neloth's, Amili's old master.) and peered out into the open air. It was time for Virk to take over, she judged by looking at the sun.
She closed the door and waited for Virk.
The male dunmer came fashionably late, causing Amili to tremble with rage, but she kept it under the surface; it could be released soon enough.
Amili gave Virk a curt nod as she walked away without a word.
Virk yelled after her in an almost threatening tone, "Be back in time for your watch."
Amili gave no sign that she even heard; she continued walking.
She needed rest, but even more, she needed to contact En'fel. If the ashlander didn't show up, she would take matters into her own hands, and hopefully be able to blame Virk for the whole thing...
She walked down the streets slowly, there was no hurry; Virk's watch lasted for quite awhile, and she had no intention of being on time anyway. She stopped at the library; she needed a few spells.
Walking in, she accepted the help of the librarian in finding certain books.
"Will it be fire as usual?" the librarian asked with a smile.
Amili smiled back. When she thought about it, this was the only person she liked even remotely. Everyone else was merely tolerated. "Yes, I'll take a few, but that isn't my main purpose."
"Well what was your main purpose?" the librarian asked.
"Are there any books with powerful location spells here?"
The librarian paused for a second, and even answered, but it was a quiet mumble and Amili couldn't make out the words.
Soon, the librarian was leading her down an aisle, taking books off the shelves two at a time.
"What are you trying to locate? Enchantments, animals, humanoi-"
"Specific person." she answered, cutting the librarian off. She wasn't in the mood to listen to a list.
"Hmm...we used to have a book like that, but someone took it. It was a rude one, Telvanni, like yourself."
"Virk?"
"Hmm...yes, I think that was the name now that you say it."
"Alright then, lets get those fire spell books." Amili said, changing the subject. Her plan was to track down En'fel, but apparently, that would involve stealing from Virk, which she didn't want to be doing with so many other things on her mind.
She left the library with a Telvanni slave carrying a bundle of books for her, headed for her quarters in Tel Naga.
Amili opened the small circular door not far from the entrance to Melkaan's quarters (formerly Neloth's, Amili's old master.) and peered out into the open air. It was time for Virk to take over, she judged by looking at the sun.
She closed the door and waited for Virk.
The male dunmer came fashionably late, causing Amili to tremble with rage, but she kept it under the surface; it could be released soon enough.
Amili gave Virk a curt nod as she walked away without a word.
Virk yelled after her in an almost threatening tone, "Be back in time for your watch."
Amili gave no sign that she even heard; she continued walking.
She needed rest, but even more, she needed to contact En'fel. If the ashlander didn't show up, she would take matters into her own hands, and hopefully be able to blame Virk for the whole thing...
She walked down the streets slowly, there was no hurry; Virk's watch lasted for quite awhile, and she had no intention of being on time anyway. She stopped at the library; she needed a few spells.
Walking in, she accepted the help of the librarian in finding certain books.
"Will it be fire as usual?" the librarian asked with a smile.
Amili smiled back. When she thought about it, this was the only person she liked even remotely. Everyone else was merely tolerated. "Yes, I'll take a few, but that isn't my main purpose."
"Well what was your main purpose?" the librarian asked.
"Are there any books with powerful location spells here?"
The librarian paused for a second, and even answered, but it was a quiet mumble and Amili couldn't make out the words.
Soon, the librarian was leading her down an aisle, taking books off the shelves two at a time.
"What are you trying to locate? Enchantments, animals, humanoi-"
"Specific person." she answered, cutting the librarian off. She wasn't in the mood to listen to a list.
"Hmm...we used to have a book like that, but someone took it. It was a rude one, Telvanni, like yourself."
"Virk?"
"Hmm...yes, I think that was the name now that you say it."
"Alright then, lets get those fire spell books." Amili said, changing the subject. Her plan was to track down En'fel, but apparently, that would involve stealing from Virk, which she didn't want to be doing with so many other things on her mind.
She left the library with a Telvanni slave carrying a bundle of books for her, headed for her quarters in Tel Naga.
Megil-vivec
Megil istened t Falx's request,
"It is a very reasonable request, you may do so, but know this, soon the houses will begin recruiting their own armies in the city. Though it is within my right to stop them from doing so within city bounds, it is beyond my power to stop them from building their own defenses. I willa loow such activity so long as it remains under control. 5 armies under one roof is a very unwise move, hostilities are bound to happen. "
"I have had to postpone the meeting with the imperial diplomat, but I will meet with him later this week to discuss terms of transport for the legion. So soon your men will have a chance to leave this land that so passionetly rejects them."
Megil istened t Falx's request,
"It is a very reasonable request, you may do so, but know this, soon the houses will begin recruiting their own armies in the city. Though it is within my right to stop them from doing so within city bounds, it is beyond my power to stop them from building their own defenses. I willa loow such activity so long as it remains under control. 5 armies under one roof is a very unwise move, hostilities are bound to happen. "
"I have had to postpone the meeting with the imperial diplomat, but I will meet with him later this week to discuss terms of transport for the legion. So soon your men will have a chance to leave this land that so passionetly rejects them."
QUOTE(LoneWolf @ Oct 25 2005, 12:15 AM)
Jonacin
Zergonipal
Jonacin was surprised when Serene kissed him, but then kissed her back. When they finally broke apart, he spoke. "Well if you want to, we can go back to Ald Ruhn. Now that we've been here, we can get back quite easily"
OOC: Why on earth would he be surprised? they are married after all.....
Serene
Zergonipal
"Why yes..we could, but i promised to arrange those Redorans as support..hmm but nevermind, I reckon Sedrane could do it instead...did you know heīs also a bit telepathic? He can get in contact with Athyn...wonder where the old man is now btw..?"
QUOTE(DoomedOne @ Oct 24 2005, 06:51 PM)
Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec
Isaarin finished, took a sip of tea, then said, "Does this make sense to you?"
New Vivec
Isaarin finished, took a sip of tea, then said, "Does this make sense to you?"
Raavin
New Vivec
Raavin nodded slowly. "Yes," he said simply, and smiled at Isaarin. "It will very much benifit the both of us."
Judd Vhahl
Ald-Ruhn
"There he is, walking like nothing's happened," commented a scout hiding behind a few boulders, staring at Judd as he entered the city with his giant mace in hand.
"Why aren't the guards doing anything?" asked another scout.
"They tried in Balmora, but he simply murdered them all. Brute strength means nothing against him. They layed a trap."
"Oh," said the other scout.
Judd smiled, staring at the buildings as they shut their windows and locked their doors, and everyone locked themselves in, in worry.
"PEOPLE OF ALD-RUHN!" he yelled. "Tonight you may all live, but tomorrow those I select for murder will find blood splattered against their door. If you see this mark, sacrifice one person of your household, and the rest will live."
"Steady..." an archer whispered to himself. "Steady..." he aimed the arrow right out Judd's unprotected neck.
Three more aimed around Judd, their mark purposely off by just a little so Judd would have no escape. Twelve more archers were along the building roofs laying in wait with their arrows strung, ready to send their volleys once the first four struck.
Forty guards waited within the buildings closest to Judd.
Four mages were ready to launch fire-balls at special pots filled with an explosive substance.
All they needed was for Judd to cross a single line drawn in the sand.
"Is this clear?!" Judd yelled.
There was no answer. Judd walked forward toward higher standing buildings. "Is this cl--" he began, but felt something sharp enter his body. He looked down and saw and arrow poking into his shoulder, and another in his leg. A sign behind him rocked back and forth with an arrow in its post, and a pot full of water spilled along the sandy road with an arrow stuck in it.
The dozen archers rose from the roofs and shot their arrows forward. Judd took a few scrambled steps back in shock, four of the arrows stabbed into him, the others bounced off his armor.
All around him, pots exploded and he found himself surrounded in flames, burning like a fireball. Guards burst through the flames and met him in the gut with swords and axes. He barely had time to react and already he had six arrows in him, was on fire and had something like four other wounds. He lost all his concetration and entered a rage, his mace flinging through the air in wild cycles, tearing heads from necks violently. Nothing was safe within three feet of him. He shut his eyes and rammed himself through the nearest door where spearmen awaited, hitting him in the gut. He pushed past them, trampling two. In the back of the house he found a pool of water, which he dived into, guards in hot pursuit.
Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec
"Good, then we'll be in touch. Tomorrow I'll have a servant send for you to meet with Megil Telzeke and myself."
Isaarin finished his tea. "Good day, and good luck," he said.
Ald-Ruhn
"There he is, walking like nothing's happened," commented a scout hiding behind a few boulders, staring at Judd as he entered the city with his giant mace in hand.
"Why aren't the guards doing anything?" asked another scout.
"They tried in Balmora, but he simply murdered them all. Brute strength means nothing against him. They layed a trap."
"Oh," said the other scout.
Judd smiled, staring at the buildings as they shut their windows and locked their doors, and everyone locked themselves in, in worry.
"PEOPLE OF ALD-RUHN!" he yelled. "Tonight you may all live, but tomorrow those I select for murder will find blood splattered against their door. If you see this mark, sacrifice one person of your household, and the rest will live."
"Steady..." an archer whispered to himself. "Steady..." he aimed the arrow right out Judd's unprotected neck.
Three more aimed around Judd, their mark purposely off by just a little so Judd would have no escape. Twelve more archers were along the building roofs laying in wait with their arrows strung, ready to send their volleys once the first four struck.
Forty guards waited within the buildings closest to Judd.
Four mages were ready to launch fire-balls at special pots filled with an explosive substance.
All they needed was for Judd to cross a single line drawn in the sand.
"Is this clear?!" Judd yelled.
There was no answer. Judd walked forward toward higher standing buildings. "Is this cl--" he began, but felt something sharp enter his body. He looked down and saw and arrow poking into his shoulder, and another in his leg. A sign behind him rocked back and forth with an arrow in its post, and a pot full of water spilled along the sandy road with an arrow stuck in it.
The dozen archers rose from the roofs and shot their arrows forward. Judd took a few scrambled steps back in shock, four of the arrows stabbed into him, the others bounced off his armor.
All around him, pots exploded and he found himself surrounded in flames, burning like a fireball. Guards burst through the flames and met him in the gut with swords and axes. He barely had time to react and already he had six arrows in him, was on fire and had something like four other wounds. He lost all his concetration and entered a rage, his mace flinging through the air in wild cycles, tearing heads from necks violently. Nothing was safe within three feet of him. He shut his eyes and rammed himself through the nearest door where spearmen awaited, hitting him in the gut. He pushed past them, trampling two. In the back of the house he found a pool of water, which he dived into, guards in hot pursuit.
Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec
"Good, then we'll be in touch. Tomorrow I'll have a servant send for you to meet with Megil Telzeke and myself."
Isaarin finished his tea. "Good day, and good luck," he said.
Raavin
New Vivec
Raavin rose, gave Isaarin a curt bow saying, "Good day," and left. His Bodyguards waited for him to leave the room before following after him.
New Vivec
Raavin rose, gave Isaarin a curt bow saying, "Good day," and left. His Bodyguards waited for him to leave the room before following after him.
QUOTE(Megil Tel-Zeke @ Oct 25 2005, 03:07 PM)
Megil-vivec
Megil istened t Falx's request,
"It is a very reasonable request, you may do so, but know this, soon the houses will begin recruiting their own armies in the city. Though it is within my right to stop them from doing so within city bounds, it is beyond my power to stop them from building their own defenses. I willa loow such activity so long as it remains under control. 5 armies under one roof is a very unwise move, hostilities are bound to happen. "
"I have had to postpone the meeting with the imperial diplomat, but I will meet with him later this week to discuss terms of transport for the legion. So soon your men will have a chance to leave this land that so passionetly rejects them."
Megil istened t Falx's request,
"It is a very reasonable request, you may do so, but know this, soon the houses will begin recruiting their own armies in the city. Though it is within my right to stop them from doing so within city bounds, it is beyond my power to stop them from building their own defenses. I willa loow such activity so long as it remains under control. 5 armies under one roof is a very unwise move, hostilities are bound to happen. "
"I have had to postpone the meeting with the imperial diplomat, but I will meet with him later this week to discuss terms of transport for the legion. So soon your men will have a chance to leave this land that so passionetly rejects them."
Falx Albarnias
New Vivec
"I see why many people revere you Megil. It is unfortionate that I was split from the adventurers that disposed of Arkyact before they met you." Falx feared that he said to much, but quickly deduced that Megil had figured it out by now.
"It seems that it is pointless to hide my past from you for I believe that you know the.. darker side of it already." He got up from the chair and walked towards the balcony, hand rubbing his chin. "Before I was tainted by Arcyakt I travelled with Sel, and the others, infact it was doing the Battle of Cyrodil City that we found each others company."
He scanned the plaza down below, not in search of anything other then the words to continue. "On the mountain passage into Morrowind we were assaulted by Arkyact, and I, foolishly thought to end his life even if it ended mine... So I threw him of the side of the mountain. By his magicks, he escaped the peril that should of been my doom. An unknown amount of time past before I was "discovered" again and reintorduced into the world. I say that because I lost memory of everything. Oh how it was so easy for that devil mage to corrupt me. It brings such a sour taste to my mouth. Reguardless that rest you should be able to figure out, for all of us have traveresed the dark path before."
Falx walked back to the door, "Please excuse me if my story was rather dull, but I think I feel better knowing that you don't hold a grudge for my previous actions." He opened the door and started to walk out, "Oh yes, I'll find a good canidate, and then send him your way for your aproval. Cheers."
The Knight went to return back to the inn.
[B] Drathar Bloodcrown, somewhere in the ashlands
Walking with a slight stoop, a dark figure limps his away across the ashlands. 2 dead ashlanders lie in his wake, their mouths open, with expressions on their faces expressing their final moments.
Drather Bloodcrown, wounded, and fatigued, takes one more step forward before dropping his blood-caked sword and falling to the dusty charred ground. He murmurs one name before he loses conscienceness.
"...Falx..."
Walking with a slight stoop, a dark figure limps his away across the ashlands. 2 dead ashlanders lie in his wake, their mouths open, with expressions on their faces expressing their final moments.
Drather Bloodcrown, wounded, and fatigued, takes one more step forward before dropping his blood-caked sword and falling to the dusty charred ground. He murmurs one name before he loses conscienceness.
"...Falx..."
Megil, HOJ
Megil listened to Falx's tale. Megil ahd fit pieces of the puzzle together, Falx just put the final pieces into place. Megil had already decided to give Falx a chance, hence why the Legion was protected within the city, He let Falx tell the tale as he knew it would lighten the burden Falx had to bear."
As falx was turning to leave,
"If I am not mistaken there was damage to you tavern when the portion of the city collapsed under the creatures cursed magic. Despite the attacks, construction shall continue, So if you wish I can have the engineers set asisde a building for you to use as headquarters, you may even choose to have the building constructed in the imperial style. Thin it over and then tell me of your decision, We can have at least part of the building open in less than two months."
With that Megil stood and excused himself, he had assigned subordinates to take care of the meager details so that Megil could focus on the larger scale. The training of the new defenses and ordinators was the most important, as were the actual defenses. already Megil had warships being built on the mainland, soon Vivec would have a navy of it's own."
Megil listened to Falx's tale. Megil ahd fit pieces of the puzzle together, Falx just put the final pieces into place. Megil had already decided to give Falx a chance, hence why the Legion was protected within the city, He let Falx tell the tale as he knew it would lighten the burden Falx had to bear."
As falx was turning to leave,
"If I am not mistaken there was damage to you tavern when the portion of the city collapsed under the creatures cursed magic. Despite the attacks, construction shall continue, So if you wish I can have the engineers set asisde a building for you to use as headquarters, you may even choose to have the building constructed in the imperial style. Thin it over and then tell me of your decision, We can have at least part of the building open in less than two months."
With that Megil stood and excused himself, he had assigned subordinates to take care of the meager details so that Megil could focus on the larger scale. The training of the new defenses and ordinators was the most important, as were the actual defenses. already Megil had warships being built on the mainland, soon Vivec would have a navy of it's own."
Somewhere in Ascadian Isles region
The small oblivion in Drathar's head began to clear, and as he stared up at the cloudy sky, he noticed he was moving. Sitting up, he realized he was lying on a silt strider.
"Finally awake eh?"
Drathar turned in the direction of the voice, which evidently belonged to the driver of the collosal animal.
"Found you out in the middle of nowhere. You seem okay, besides a few scrapes and bruises and you dealt with those ashlanders well enough."
Scanning the small area which he was sitting, Drathar looked frantically for his sword. Catching sight of it, he breathed a sigh of releif.
"The ashlanders weren't a problem." Drathar said hoarsely, before coughing into his sleeve. After this fit, Drathar gazed with perplexity at the blood he had spattered on his arm.
"If they were that easy, why were you unconscious." said the dunmer rider snidely during the coughing fit. "Here, take this healing potion. You have to be prepared on long trips."
Staring at the healing potion in the riders outstretched hand, Drathar replied with a note of vexation "I'm fine, thank you. I have no idea what happened. Where are you headed anyway?"
"New Vivec. Got some supplies to drop off for some whats-his-name" said the rider motion to a few crates strapped on the silt striders back.
"New Vivec..." Drathar searched his memory. "Would you mind me staying with you until you reach your destination?"
"Certainly not. I would enjoy the company for a change. I do have Ol' joe with me on these trips" said the dunmer patting the silt striders hard shell "but he's not one for conversation."
"Unfortunately, I'm a lot like Joe" murmered Drathar. "Not that I don't appreciate the ride."
"Well, at least I won't have to worry about cliff racers harassing me with a warrior on board..." the rider continued to ramble off, clearly ignoring what Drathar had said. Drathar sat in silence, letting the rider babble while he gazed into the horizon.
The small oblivion in Drathar's head began to clear, and as he stared up at the cloudy sky, he noticed he was moving. Sitting up, he realized he was lying on a silt strider.
"Finally awake eh?"
Drathar turned in the direction of the voice, which evidently belonged to the driver of the collosal animal.
"Found you out in the middle of nowhere. You seem okay, besides a few scrapes and bruises and you dealt with those ashlanders well enough."
Scanning the small area which he was sitting, Drathar looked frantically for his sword. Catching sight of it, he breathed a sigh of releif.
"The ashlanders weren't a problem." Drathar said hoarsely, before coughing into his sleeve. After this fit, Drathar gazed with perplexity at the blood he had spattered on his arm.
"If they were that easy, why were you unconscious." said the dunmer rider snidely during the coughing fit. "Here, take this healing potion. You have to be prepared on long trips."
Staring at the healing potion in the riders outstretched hand, Drathar replied with a note of vexation "I'm fine, thank you. I have no idea what happened. Where are you headed anyway?"
"New Vivec. Got some supplies to drop off for some whats-his-name" said the rider motion to a few crates strapped on the silt striders back.
"New Vivec..." Drathar searched his memory. "Would you mind me staying with you until you reach your destination?"
"Certainly not. I would enjoy the company for a change. I do have Ol' joe with me on these trips" said the dunmer patting the silt striders hard shell "but he's not one for conversation."
"Unfortunately, I'm a lot like Joe" murmered Drathar. "Not that I don't appreciate the ride."
"Well, at least I won't have to worry about cliff racers harassing me with a warrior on board..." the rider continued to ramble off, clearly ignoring what Drathar had said. Drathar sat in silence, letting the rider babble while he gazed into the horizon.
Dane
New Vivec Prison
Dane grimaced to himself. Judging by the long string of curse words that seemed to be flying out of one of the cells that argonian was in here too. As much as he wanted to deck the scaly honoured user <=== (replace that with Bast-) in the face he'd have to wait.
Malik
Fort Peligiad
The day was over and so was the life of the nobleman. Malik had his fun but now there was not a spark of life left in the steaming corpse of might be construed as a nobleman. He decided now he'd make at least one more abduction and he slunk out of his new fort, or "Meat House" as he called it, and back onto the road to Balmora. This would be so much fun!, a cityscape murder!
New Vivec Prison
Dane grimaced to himself. Judging by the long string of curse words that seemed to be flying out of one of the cells that argonian was in here too. As much as he wanted to deck the scaly honoured user <=== (replace that with Bast-) in the face he'd have to wait.
Malik
Fort Peligiad
The day was over and so was the life of the nobleman. Malik had his fun but now there was not a spark of life left in the steaming corpse of might be construed as a nobleman. He decided now he'd make at least one more abduction and he slunk out of his new fort, or "Meat House" as he called it, and back onto the road to Balmora. This would be so much fun!, a cityscape murder!
QUOTE(Megil Tel-Zeke @ Oct 25 2005, 10:58 PM)
Megil, HOJ
Megil listened to Falx's tale. Megil ahd fit pieces of the puzzle together, Falx just put the final pieces into place. Megil had already decided to give Falx a chance, hence why the Legion was protected within the city, He let Falx tell the tale as he knew it would lighten the burden Falx had to bear."
As falx was turning to leave,
"If I am not mistaken there was damage to you tavern when the portion of the city collapsed under the creatures cursed magic. Despite the attacks, construction shall continue, So if you wish I can have the engineers set asisde a building for you to use as headquarters, you may even choose to have the building constructed in the imperial style. Thin it over and then tell me of your decision, We can have at least part of the building open in less than two months."
With that Megil stood and excused himself, he had assigned subordinates to take care of the meager details so that Megil could focus on the larger scale. The training of the new defenses and ordinators was the most important, as were the actual defenses. already Megil had warships being built on the mainland, soon Vivec would have a navy of it's own."
Megil listened to Falx's tale. Megil ahd fit pieces of the puzzle together, Falx just put the final pieces into place. Megil had already decided to give Falx a chance, hence why the Legion was protected within the city, He let Falx tell the tale as he knew it would lighten the burden Falx had to bear."
As falx was turning to leave,
"If I am not mistaken there was damage to you tavern when the portion of the city collapsed under the creatures cursed magic. Despite the attacks, construction shall continue, So if you wish I can have the engineers set asisde a building for you to use as headquarters, you may even choose to have the building constructed in the imperial style. Thin it over and then tell me of your decision, We can have at least part of the building open in less than two months."
With that Megil stood and excused himself, he had assigned subordinates to take care of the meager details so that Megil could focus on the larger scale. The training of the new defenses and ordinators was the most important, as were the actual defenses. already Megil had warships being built on the mainland, soon Vivec would have a navy of it's own."
Falx Albarnias
New Vivec
"I'll consider your offer"
Falx stepped out of the door way, which was rather large and entered the sitting room for the main office.
Hah, all these people, and not one can guess the amount of power Megil has now. His thoughts then traversed slightly deeper. By the gods, I hate my situation.
Whilst walking back to the Inn Falx noticed the apparent damages to the building. Half of the top floor was completely exposed to the elements with damages trickling down like a inverted pyramid on the building.
He growled under his breath, "Bastardes, and I liked that place too." Falx walked several more feet and under the shade of a tree, "But.. This is New Vivec, we must'nt taint the place with outer world ideals." It stuck firm, most soldiers would stay with Falx, some would leave back for the mainland, but those that would stay, would stay because they have something to run from. It was a odd form of paradise.
The door to the New Vivec Inn, Falx's establishment, was slightly pulled open and the sounds of music spilt out through the opening. Enough to lighten Falx's mood a bit. However, it lightened even further when he noticed that one of his long gone friends had took rest in his Inn.
"Sel! Friend, how long has it been?!"
The security was tight. Ordinators were all over the HOJ. Endris had gone as far as he was allowed to go, himself not being an official in the HOJ that was not very far, when he decided it was time push a little farther.
Endris slipped into a dark corner and cast an invisibility spell on himself. His illusion skills were high enough to allow him to stay invisible for some time, he just had to avoid bumping into anybody.
He opened no doors. Any man with half a brain would be suspicious of seeing a door open and close on its own. Instead Endris waited for someone to open the door, then slyly slipped between them. He listened in on conversations and browsed over documents lying on desks, but info was hard to come by...
Endris slipped into a dark corner and cast an invisibility spell on himself. His illusion skills were high enough to allow him to stay invisible for some time, he just had to avoid bumping into anybody.
He opened no doors. Any man with half a brain would be suspicious of seeing a door open and close on its own. Instead Endris waited for someone to open the door, then slyly slipped between them. He listened in on conversations and browsed over documents lying on desks, but info was hard to come by...
QUOTE(Channler @ Oct 26 2005, 12:44 PM)
Falx Albarnias
New Vivec
"I'll consider your offer"
Falx stepped out of the door way, which was rather large and entered the sitting room for the main office.
Hah, all these people, and not one can guess the amount of power Megil has now. His thoughts then traversed slightly deeper. By the gods, I hate my situation.
Whilst walking back to the Inn Falx noticed the apparent damages to the building. Half of the top floor was completely exposed to the elements with damages trickling down like a inverted pyramid on the building.
He growled under his breath, "Bastardes, and I liked that place too." Falx walked several more feet and under the shade of a tree, "But.. This is New Vivec, we must'nt taint the place with outer world ideals." It stuck firm, most soldiers would stay with Falx, some would leave back for the mainland, but those that would stay, would stay because they have something to run from. It was a odd form of paradise.
The door to the New Vivec Inn, Falx's establishment, was slightly pulled open and the sounds of music spilt out through the opening. Enough to lighten Falx's mood a bit. However, it lightened even further when he noticed that one of his long gone friends had took rest in his Inn.
"Sel! Friend, how long has it been?!"
Sel, New Vivec Inn
Sel turned around quickly and almost jumped out of his skin. "Falx? But you're dead!" he said, almost like a protest.
OOC: He never did find out that Falx was alive, or that he became Alton, or anything else.
Amili, Sadrith Mora, Tel Naga
Amili dismissed the slave after the books had been properly delivered to her room. She looked around at her long-abandoned quarters; the mushroom walls were far preferable to the stone of New Vivec; the magic of the mushrooms gave her a comforting feel, while the magic in New Vivec always seemed oppressive.
She grabbed the book on the top and made as if to read it, just as she had dozens of other times; she had almost memorized the entire book, but hadn't even thought of actually casting the spell; "a good mage knows his limits" Neloth would say. Apparently, he should have heeded his own advice.
As she opend the leather-bound cover, she noticed that it was cold. She looked at the backside of the cover to find a note and a film of ice.
She read it, already knowing who it was because of the ice. She guessed that the spot he was saying to meet at was around the Gateway Inn...
After her next watch, she decided; a meeting in broad daylight was never good business.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Oct 26 2005, 02:45 PM)
Sel, New Vivec Inn
Sel turned around quickly and almost jumped out of his skin. "Falx? But you're dead!" he said, almost like a protest.
Sel turned around quickly and almost jumped out of his skin. "Falx? But you're dead!" he said, almost like a protest.
Falx Albarnias
New Vivec
"Dead.. Once, but it takes more then just one visit to the grave to kill this legionnaire." Falx laughed as he embraced the Dunmers hand and shook it with a warmth not felt in his heart for a while.
He took a seat and began to speak even disreguarding the others at the table, "So, how did you make your way here to my establishment?"
New Vivec
"Here we are!" exclaimed the silt strider's driver. They were the words Drathar had been anxiously awaiting the entire trip. He wasted no time jumping out and heading in the direction he suspected Falx to be in.
"Perhaps you could help me with these crates here?" Drathar could hear the rider distantly ask. Drathars usual manners would have demanded he heed this. But his uncle had been specific about the speed at which he would have to travel.
Realizing Drathar was not going to help, the rider let out a sigh. "Ah well. Had the manner of a Redoran anyway. Wouldn't have been any good to ask him to help carry these crates of weaponry to the Hlaalu."
"Here we are!" exclaimed the silt strider's driver. They were the words Drathar had been anxiously awaiting the entire trip. He wasted no time jumping out and heading in the direction he suspected Falx to be in.
"Perhaps you could help me with these crates here?" Drathar could hear the rider distantly ask. Drathars usual manners would have demanded he heed this. But his uncle had been specific about the speed at which he would have to travel.
Realizing Drathar was not going to help, the rider let out a sigh. "Ah well. Had the manner of a Redoran anyway. Wouldn't have been any good to ask him to help carry these crates of weaponry to the Hlaalu."
(prepare for an incredibly looooooooooooooooooong post with some important plot points)
En'Fel
Sadrith Mora, Underneath the docks below the Gateway Inn
En'Fel crawled out of the dark crevice he had turned to a campsite. He kept silent, watching as the large gate to the inn continued the open and close all day, deeply in a meditative state which was ready to be awakened at the moment he saw Amili. He was well hidden, it'd require a detect spell to find him in his position, or a lot of luck.
The day wasted away like years as he meditated, locked away inside his mind, opening himself up to whatever wisdom managed to find itself within his head.
There is no such thing as an honest deal, he heard himself say within his brain. It felt strangely alien though he knew he thought it himself. It was true, he did not believe Amili cared for anything but her own greed, and he sincerely doubted she would even ease the attacks on the Ashlanders. He planned treachery from the very first moment they agreed to work together in the prison cell. He planned to kill her shortly after killing Melkaan, when she was most vulnerable. He wanted to kill her with a simple hand-shake maybe, or just a grab to the shoulder, anything would suffice as long as she let her guard down and he managed to touch her. His chilling touch was more keen than ever, as long as he concentrated and could catch the victim off guard he could kill almost anyone.
"Did you hear about the Ashlanders in the Grazelands?" a man asked a guard outside the gate.
"Yeah it's terrible, I knew one of the men."
"Oh I'm so sorry, I knew nothing of it, what happened specifically?"
"Well you know the ashlanders," the guard said. "Rumor has it the ones that lived in the Grazelands, the ones we struck first, they started it all. They got the other camps along Northern Vvardenfel and convinced them to fight, too. The got the ones in the South and warned them of the attack before it struck. Rumor has it there's this one that can perform frost magic and is really deadly with it, it's his fault the Ashlanders survived the attack of the Grazelands and now we have this whole big mess down there."
En'Fel couldn't help but like hearing about himself. The conversation he overheard continued as the villager asked another question.
"I don't get it though, they have no armor, bad weapons, smaller forces and no organization, how did they manage to attack the caravan?"
"Well you need to understand the caravan wasn't meant to be in harms way. We have scout parties all over the Grazelands bringing in Ashlander heads all the time but they never attack the scouts, they always run so we only ever manage to the kill the Ashlanders from a distance with our bows before they disappear again, sort of like phantoms. So, a big group of them managed to sneak behind our scouts to the caravan road. It was strange though, they had healing potions and fatigue potions and armor and some really high class weaponry. Our guards could barely react in time before the entire caravan was on fire."
"Yeah, I heard they only managed to kill three."
"I got a report from some of my friends over there they kept wounding the same Ashlanders but the lousy rats just kept jumping in, lighting something on fire or knocking something over, then disappearing, getting another potion, and attacking again."
"It seems to me like you guys need to step up."
"Yeah well the Captain of the Guard in Sadrith Mora is like two seconds away from being shipped with the rest of us over there, and all the scouts in Telvanni territory are over there. If we keep sending men we'll be left defenseless. Besides it's not as bad as it sounds, that was only one unlucky break. Most of the raids we get in the Grazelands are fended off. it's like batting a fly though, we keep swiping but they fly away before we can hit them only to zoom around and land again when we don't expect it. Anyway, my relief is coming in a few minutes so I'm going to head into the Inn for some ale, have a nice night," said the guard and he left into the Inn. The villager waved before walking along a coastal path. En'Fel realized the entire area for that brief period was deserted.
Wred Halius
"You say your name is Telzap?" Wred asked a recruit as he signed his name.
"That's right," to short recruit said back.
"And you're sure you meet the age requirement?"
"Yep, I promise!" said Telzap.
"Very well," Wred grumbled.
He'd been recruiting for a day and a half and already had two hundred new recruits. It seemed Isaarin was right in using his recents deeds in the battle of Ebonhart to propel the recruitment drive. He assumed the recruiting in other parts of Hlaalu territory were going even better, not only with Isaarin spinning it for all the news providers that Hlaalu stepped in to repel the attack against the city, and with the propaganda flooding through the many different villages in Hlaalu territory that the Telvanni and Redoran both mean to destroy Hlaalu, but also with news the legion was rebuilding. It pissed off a lot of Hlaalu loyalists, and likewise there was a quite a jump in patriotism. Isaarin was right there, ready for it with delegates setting up recruitment posts in every village and rebuilding the forts. Wred wasn't quite sure whether he should be amazed or petrified by the extent of Isaarin's genius in manipulation.
Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec
"Asthul, please call Ravvin and tell him to meet me in the Hall of Justice," said Isaarin. It was the next morning, and he was quite ready for the meeting, where he perfectly ready to spin the frightening news of the Morag Tong joining the Telvanni to his advantage, putting the two factions in the light of a dire threat and putting Redoran, New Vivec and himself in the light of three factions in need of as much help as they could get. He began his walk accompanied by two guards toward the Hall, his mind disorganized as he concentrated on perfecting his rhetoric while he walked.
Judd Vhahl
Ald-Ruhn
Judd re-emerged from the pool with his mace swinging forward, crushing the forces that tried to corner him, pushing himself back out of the building through hordes that trapped him within it. He bled like a fountain as he crawked back to the city streets, and let out a massive roar. Every citizen in Ald-Ruhn must have heard it echo, and the ones close by the action had hearts that sank to the bottom of their gut.
"What was that?" asked one of the scouts.
"He's outside the house again."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know... oh, there! Just follow that river of blood."
"How can one nord have so much blood to spare?"
"The question is how can he yell with an arrow stuck through his throat."
Judd bashed the skull of a spearman in his way as he ran through the city streets. The guards did not follow. Their trap had succeeded but it wasn't enough. They had nothing left to do except track him an wait for him to bleed to death. He left the city, running to the outskirts. He knew they were following him. He even managed to attract quite a bit of nix-hounds because of his blood-trail. He couldn't tell how long it'd last. He knew he'd recover from this but he needed somewhere to sleep while he nursed his wounds and if he slept he'd be vulnerable.
En'Fel
Sadrith Mora, Underneath the docks below the Gateway Inn
En'Fel crawled out of the dark crevice he had turned to a campsite. He kept silent, watching as the large gate to the inn continued the open and close all day, deeply in a meditative state which was ready to be awakened at the moment he saw Amili. He was well hidden, it'd require a detect spell to find him in his position, or a lot of luck.
The day wasted away like years as he meditated, locked away inside his mind, opening himself up to whatever wisdom managed to find itself within his head.
There is no such thing as an honest deal, he heard himself say within his brain. It felt strangely alien though he knew he thought it himself. It was true, he did not believe Amili cared for anything but her own greed, and he sincerely doubted she would even ease the attacks on the Ashlanders. He planned treachery from the very first moment they agreed to work together in the prison cell. He planned to kill her shortly after killing Melkaan, when she was most vulnerable. He wanted to kill her with a simple hand-shake maybe, or just a grab to the shoulder, anything would suffice as long as she let her guard down and he managed to touch her. His chilling touch was more keen than ever, as long as he concentrated and could catch the victim off guard he could kill almost anyone.
"Did you hear about the Ashlanders in the Grazelands?" a man asked a guard outside the gate.
"Yeah it's terrible, I knew one of the men."
"Oh I'm so sorry, I knew nothing of it, what happened specifically?"
"Well you know the ashlanders," the guard said. "Rumor has it the ones that lived in the Grazelands, the ones we struck first, they started it all. They got the other camps along Northern Vvardenfel and convinced them to fight, too. The got the ones in the South and warned them of the attack before it struck. Rumor has it there's this one that can perform frost magic and is really deadly with it, it's his fault the Ashlanders survived the attack of the Grazelands and now we have this whole big mess down there."
En'Fel couldn't help but like hearing about himself. The conversation he overheard continued as the villager asked another question.
"I don't get it though, they have no armor, bad weapons, smaller forces and no organization, how did they manage to attack the caravan?"
"Well you need to understand the caravan wasn't meant to be in harms way. We have scout parties all over the Grazelands bringing in Ashlander heads all the time but they never attack the scouts, they always run so we only ever manage to the kill the Ashlanders from a distance with our bows before they disappear again, sort of like phantoms. So, a big group of them managed to sneak behind our scouts to the caravan road. It was strange though, they had healing potions and fatigue potions and armor and some really high class weaponry. Our guards could barely react in time before the entire caravan was on fire."
"Yeah, I heard they only managed to kill three."
"I got a report from some of my friends over there they kept wounding the same Ashlanders but the lousy rats just kept jumping in, lighting something on fire or knocking something over, then disappearing, getting another potion, and attacking again."
"It seems to me like you guys need to step up."
"Yeah well the Captain of the Guard in Sadrith Mora is like two seconds away from being shipped with the rest of us over there, and all the scouts in Telvanni territory are over there. If we keep sending men we'll be left defenseless. Besides it's not as bad as it sounds, that was only one unlucky break. Most of the raids we get in the Grazelands are fended off. it's like batting a fly though, we keep swiping but they fly away before we can hit them only to zoom around and land again when we don't expect it. Anyway, my relief is coming in a few minutes so I'm going to head into the Inn for some ale, have a nice night," said the guard and he left into the Inn. The villager waved before walking along a coastal path. En'Fel realized the entire area for that brief period was deserted.
Wred Halius
"You say your name is Telzap?" Wred asked a recruit as he signed his name.
"That's right," to short recruit said back.
"And you're sure you meet the age requirement?"
"Yep, I promise!" said Telzap.
"Very well," Wred grumbled.
He'd been recruiting for a day and a half and already had two hundred new recruits. It seemed Isaarin was right in using his recents deeds in the battle of Ebonhart to propel the recruitment drive. He assumed the recruiting in other parts of Hlaalu territory were going even better, not only with Isaarin spinning it for all the news providers that Hlaalu stepped in to repel the attack against the city, and with the propaganda flooding through the many different villages in Hlaalu territory that the Telvanni and Redoran both mean to destroy Hlaalu, but also with news the legion was rebuilding. It pissed off a lot of Hlaalu loyalists, and likewise there was a quite a jump in patriotism. Isaarin was right there, ready for it with delegates setting up recruitment posts in every village and rebuilding the forts. Wred wasn't quite sure whether he should be amazed or petrified by the extent of Isaarin's genius in manipulation.
Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec
"Asthul, please call Ravvin and tell him to meet me in the Hall of Justice," said Isaarin. It was the next morning, and he was quite ready for the meeting, where he perfectly ready to spin the frightening news of the Morag Tong joining the Telvanni to his advantage, putting the two factions in the light of a dire threat and putting Redoran, New Vivec and himself in the light of three factions in need of as much help as they could get. He began his walk accompanied by two guards toward the Hall, his mind disorganized as he concentrated on perfecting his rhetoric while he walked.
Judd Vhahl
Ald-Ruhn
Judd re-emerged from the pool with his mace swinging forward, crushing the forces that tried to corner him, pushing himself back out of the building through hordes that trapped him within it. He bled like a fountain as he crawked back to the city streets, and let out a massive roar. Every citizen in Ald-Ruhn must have heard it echo, and the ones close by the action had hearts that sank to the bottom of their gut.
"What was that?" asked one of the scouts.
"He's outside the house again."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know... oh, there! Just follow that river of blood."
"How can one nord have so much blood to spare?"
"The question is how can he yell with an arrow stuck through his throat."
Judd bashed the skull of a spearman in his way as he ran through the city streets. The guards did not follow. Their trap had succeeded but it wasn't enough. They had nothing left to do except track him an wait for him to bleed to death. He left the city, running to the outskirts. He knew they were following him. He even managed to attract quite a bit of nix-hounds because of his blood-trail. He couldn't tell how long it'd last. He knew he'd recover from this but he needed somewhere to sleep while he nursed his wounds and if he slept he'd be vulnerable.
QUOTE(Channler @ Oct 26 2005, 03:19 PM)
Falx Albarnias
New Vivec
"Dead.. Once, but it takes more then just one visit to the grave to kill this legionnaire." Falx laughed as he embraced the Dunmers hand and shook it with a warmth not felt in his heart for a while.
He took a seat and began to speak even disreguarding the others at the table, "So, how did you make your way here to my establishment?"
Sel, New Vivec Inn
Sel forgot about those around him as well; Falx's appearance intrigued him more than a little.
"Why am I here?" Sel asked, repeating Falx's question. "Business trip gone bad. Blockades are damned annoying, huh?"
Amili, Sadrith Mora
Amili's watch ended after what seemed to be an eternity; Melkaan would have to be dealt with soon, if only to end her annoyance.
She had thought about it for quite some time during here four hours of boredom (the watch) and she had decided that En'fel would have oultived his usefulness once the deed was done; and dealing with him would allow her an excuse; she would have avenged Melkaan, allowing her support to grow.
Amili walked under the dock, and greeted the mer sitting below. "It took a deal of luck for you to put that note in the right book."
En'Fel
Sadrith Mora
"You wish you could blame it on luck," En'Fel said tersely. "So I'll tell you what I need. I need his chambers to be empty of everyone but you. I need the guards outside to be scarce. I need to doors to be charmed to lock him inside his chambers. Make sure there is no escape. Tell me which time this can be arranged."
Sadrith Mora
"You wish you could blame it on luck," En'Fel said tersely. "So I'll tell you what I need. I need his chambers to be empty of everyone but you. I need the guards outside to be scarce. I need to doors to be charmed to lock him inside his chambers. Make sure there is no escape. Tell me which time this can be arranged."
Drathar, New Vivec Inn
Drathar had all but given up hope of finding Falx that day, and had intended only to eat a meal and rest his weary body. He was just sipping from his nordic mead when Falx entered and began chatting with another patron.
Drathar couldn't believe his luck. He fit the description exactly. Drathar confidently approached Falx and asked
"Are you Falx Albarnias?"
Drathar had all but given up hope of finding Falx that day, and had intended only to eat a meal and rest his weary body. He was just sipping from his nordic mead when Falx entered and began chatting with another patron.
Drathar couldn't believe his luck. He fit the description exactly. Drathar confidently approached Falx and asked
"Are you Falx Albarnias?"
A long time passed since Endris had secretly entered the HOJ. The only information he had found was that there was a meeting to be held today within the hall between the Great Houses (or is it a more private meeting?). Endris enjoyed stepping in on the last meeting and decided to do the same this time.
This time, however, he was going to make the Morag Tong noticed, important. And to Endris' luck Isaarin Sithiln walked directly in front of him. Endris moved quietly behind isaarin, still invisible, hoping that he would lead to him to the meeting...
This time, however, he was going to make the Morag Tong noticed, important. And to Endris' luck Isaarin Sithiln walked directly in front of him. Endris moved quietly behind isaarin, still invisible, hoping that he would lead to him to the meeting...
Malik
Balmora
Malik finished up his dirty work and licked his blades clean. The corpse was hardly recognizeable as human any longer. Up on the side of the building were large splatters and a bit of entrails.
The guards were coming no doubt, but he wanted that.
A guard swung around the corner and gasped. His eyes widened in horror and disbelife. Malik laughed and waited for the first strike.
The guard drew his sword and screamed "Monster!" and tried to strike the ground where Malik was standing. Malik rolled to the right then sprung up and caught the guard in the throat under his helmet.
The guard gurgled and fell to the ground as a gout of blood spilled from under his helmet and formed a puddle under his head.
Three more guards rushed around the corner and and one yelled "Hal-" but was cut short by a gasp of horror. They tried to strike the wiry malcontent by he danced about and avoided every strike, laughing all the while.
He jumped behind a guard and grabbed his helmet. He twisted until he felt a crack and then laughed and dissapeared into the night. The guards attempted to pursue but were not quite fast enough.
Dane
New Vivec Prison
Dane awoke with a start. There was an Ordinator at the bars of his cell and he was apparently banging them with his armored fist.
"You awake now?, you can go." he guarded stated whilst yawning.
"Don't worry about the Argonian, he'll go after we feel your far enough away."
The guard grabbed his key ring and unlocked the cell. "Just drop by the front desk and give them this slip of paper to get your stuff back." said the guard and then handed him a yellow crumpled piece of yellow paper reading "1542".
Dane took the paper and and walked to the fron desk. After handing it to the attendent, a young dunmer wearing ordinator's armor but no helmet, the attendent said. "1542 ,eh?. Got your stuff right here. We took the liberty of reducing your fine from your money purse" the guard handed Dane his things and informed him he was free to go.
Dane just grumbled after recieving his sword, knife, and money purse and he shuffled off out the door and onto New Vivec streets.
Balmora
Malik finished up his dirty work and licked his blades clean. The corpse was hardly recognizeable as human any longer. Up on the side of the building were large splatters and a bit of entrails.
The guards were coming no doubt, but he wanted that.
A guard swung around the corner and gasped. His eyes widened in horror and disbelife. Malik laughed and waited for the first strike.
The guard drew his sword and screamed "Monster!" and tried to strike the ground where Malik was standing. Malik rolled to the right then sprung up and caught the guard in the throat under his helmet.
The guard gurgled and fell to the ground as a gout of blood spilled from under his helmet and formed a puddle under his head.
Three more guards rushed around the corner and and one yelled "Hal-" but was cut short by a gasp of horror. They tried to strike the wiry malcontent by he danced about and avoided every strike, laughing all the while.
He jumped behind a guard and grabbed his helmet. He twisted until he felt a crack and then laughed and dissapeared into the night. The guards attempted to pursue but were not quite fast enough.
Dane
New Vivec Prison
Dane awoke with a start. There was an Ordinator at the bars of his cell and he was apparently banging them with his armored fist.
"You awake now?, you can go." he guarded stated whilst yawning.
"Don't worry about the Argonian, he'll go after we feel your far enough away."
The guard grabbed his key ring and unlocked the cell. "Just drop by the front desk and give them this slip of paper to get your stuff back." said the guard and then handed him a yellow crumpled piece of yellow paper reading "1542".
Dane took the paper and and walked to the fron desk. After handing it to the attendent, a young dunmer wearing ordinator's armor but no helmet, the attendent said. "1542 ,eh?. Got your stuff right here. We took the liberty of reducing your fine from your money purse" the guard handed Dane his things and informed him he was free to go.
Dane just grumbled after recieving his sword, knife, and money purse and he shuffled off out the door and onto New Vivec streets.
Val-Jeer, New Vivec Prison
Heavy footsteps echoed toward Val's cell, accompanied by a jingle Val recognised as a key ring. An ordinator came into view from the left, as well as another from the right. The one on the left inserted a key into the lock.
They're letting me go?
Before they key could be turned, the ordinator on the right presented a paper the the other man. They both read it. With a look of contempt, the ordinator with the key ring removed his key and continued on his way.
WHAT THE HELL?!
The remaining ordinator, slipping his helmet over his dark face, spoke.
"You wont be going anywhere, murderer."
Then he was gone, leaving Val alone once again. Resigned, he fell onto the splintered cot chained to the wall. Did he really kill someone? Everybody seemed to think so. Not to mention there was a huge chunk of his memory still missing. It would certainly help if they could at least tell him who it was he supposedly killed.
A thought flared up in his mind and he launched himself into a sitting position.
I get it... I bet I didn't kill anyone at all. They just want me dead because they know I was in the Legion...
No... that wasn't it. He had seen plenty of people in legion uniforms relatively un harassed on the streets. But he had another idea.
Maybe it was because his captors were dunmer, and he was an argonian.
"I'm TIRED of this!" He fell back on his back. Deep down he couldn't accept that theory, as strangely comforting as it was.
No matter what he thought, there was always something telling him he had done something terrible...
Heavy footsteps echoed toward Val's cell, accompanied by a jingle Val recognised as a key ring. An ordinator came into view from the left, as well as another from the right. The one on the left inserted a key into the lock.
They're letting me go?
Before they key could be turned, the ordinator on the right presented a paper the the other man. They both read it. With a look of contempt, the ordinator with the key ring removed his key and continued on his way.
WHAT THE HELL?!
The remaining ordinator, slipping his helmet over his dark face, spoke.
"You wont be going anywhere, murderer."
Then he was gone, leaving Val alone once again. Resigned, he fell onto the splintered cot chained to the wall. Did he really kill someone? Everybody seemed to think so. Not to mention there was a huge chunk of his memory still missing. It would certainly help if they could at least tell him who it was he supposedly killed.
A thought flared up in his mind and he launched himself into a sitting position.
I get it... I bet I didn't kill anyone at all. They just want me dead because they know I was in the Legion...
No... that wasn't it. He had seen plenty of people in legion uniforms relatively un harassed on the streets. But he had another idea.
Maybe it was because his captors were dunmer, and he was an argonian.
"I'm TIRED of this!" He fell back on his back. Deep down he couldn't accept that theory, as strangely comforting as it was.
No matter what he thought, there was always something telling him he had done something terrible...
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Oct 26 2005, 11:02 PM)
Sel, New Vivec Inn
Sel forgot about those around him as well; Falx's appearance intrigued him more than a little.
"Why am I here?" Sel asked, repeating Falx's question. "Business trip gone bad. Blockades are damned annoying, huh?"
Sel forgot about those around him as well; Falx's appearance intrigued him more than a little.
"Why am I here?" Sel asked, repeating Falx's question. "Business trip gone bad. Blockades are damned annoying, huh?"
"Ah yes, the great Imperial blockade. Obviously you've seen the state of the empire, if I were in charge I'd allocate resources a helluva lot better. But what would I know, I'm just..." His words were caught off by the approaching of an individual.
QUOTE
Drathar, New Vivec Inn
Drathar had all but given up hope of finding Falx that day, and had intended only to eat a meal and rest his weary body. He was just sipping from his nordic mead when Falx entered and began chatting with another patron.
Drathar couldn't believe his luck. He fit the description exactly. Drathar confidently approached Falx and asked
"Are you Falx Albarnias?"
Drathar had all but given up hope of finding Falx that day, and had intended only to eat a meal and rest his weary body. He was just sipping from his nordic mead when Falx entered and began chatting with another patron.
Drathar couldn't believe his luck. He fit the description exactly. Drathar confidently approached Falx and asked
"Are you Falx Albarnias?"
Falx, more then slightly annoyed, sent a coded hand motion towards to guards several feet away. They were his new body guards since the assasination attempt.
"And if I am?" He asked in a threatning tone, hand place on his sword.
QUOTE(minque @ Oct 25 2005, 09:54 PM)
OOC: Why on earth would he be surprised? they are married after all.....
Serene
Zergonipal
"Why yes..we could, but i promised to arrange those Redorans as support..hmm but nevermind, I reckon Sedrane could do it instead...did you know heīs also a bit telepathic? He can get in contact with Athyn...wonder where the old man is now btw..?"
Serene
Zergonipal
"Why yes..we could, but i promised to arrange those Redorans as support..hmm but nevermind, I reckon Sedrane could do it instead...did you know heīs also a bit telepathic? He can get in contact with Athyn...wonder where the old man is now btw..?"
OOC: He wasn't i was
IC:
Jonacin
Zergonipal
"No, I didn't know, and i honestly don't have a clue where the old man is. You want to go look for him?"
Serene
Zergonipal
"Nooo, he stayed in vivec.....I think heīs still there..but Iīd like to contact him telepathically......could you help me by just sitting here beside me and give me some mental strength?..as soon as I know heīs ok..and has accomplished everything we could as well go back to Aldīruhn for a while....I think Leni needs to get back home as well..."
Zergonipal
"Nooo, he stayed in vivec.....I think heīs still there..but Iīd like to contact him telepathically......could you help me by just sitting here beside me and give me some mental strength?..as soon as I know heīs ok..and has accomplished everything we could as well go back to Aldīruhn for a while....I think Leni needs to get back home as well..."
Jonacin
Zergonipal
"Of course i can" Jonacin said, sitting down beside her. "Anything else you need me to do?"
Zergonipal
"Of course i can" Jonacin said, sitting down beside her. "Anything else you need me to do?"
QUOTE(Channler @ Oct 27 2005, 04:16 PM)
"Ah yes, the great Imperial blockade. Obviously you've seen the state of the empire, if I were in charge I'd allocate resources a helluva lot better. But what would I know, I'm just..." His words were caught off by the approaching of an individual.
Falx, more then slightly annoyed, sent a coded hand motion towards to guards several feet away. They were his new body guards since the assasination attempt.
"And if I am?" He asked in a threatning tone, hand place on his sword.
Falx, more then slightly annoyed, sent a coded hand motion towards to guards several feet away. They were his new body guards since the assasination attempt.
"And if I am?" He asked in a threatning tone, hand place on his sword.
Sel, New Vivec Inn
Sel stood and put his hand on his sword hilt, despite the fact that Falx's guards had the situation well under control.
QUOTE(DoomedOne @ Oct 27 2005, 12:21 AM)
En'Fel
Sadrith Mora
"You wish you could blame it on luck," En'Fel said tersely. "So I'll tell you what I need. I need his chambers to be empty of everyone but you. I need the guards outside to be scarce. I need to doors to be charmed to lock him inside his chambers. Make sure there is no escape. Tell me which time this can be arranged."
Sadrith Mora
"You wish you could blame it on luck," En'Fel said tersely. "So I'll tell you what I need. I need his chambers to be empty of everyone but you. I need the guards outside to be scarce. I need to doors to be charmed to lock him inside his chambers. Make sure there is no escape. Tell me which time this can be arranged."
Amili, Sadrith Mora
Amili ignored En'fel's first statement; if she hadn't, she might not have been able to resist the urge to launch a fireball in his face.
Not until after he does the deed. she reminded herself internally.
"I am the guard directly outside the door. There are plenty throughout the tower, but if I can get you into my room without being noticed, then they should be no problem; my quarters are very close to Melkaan's. When? Whenever I'm on watch and Virk (she said the name with some revulsion) has left."
Drathran Bloodcrown, New Vivec Inn
"Easy there, imperial," Drathran said warily regarding the legionaire, "If I wanted you dead, well, you would be. I have a message to deliver to you, from my uncle."
Drathran held out a tied scroll "I have no idea what it says or why he sent it. My uncle is a reclusive man and takes care to avoid House and Legion affairs."
QUOTE
Falx, more then slightly annoyed, sent a coded hand motion towards to guards several feet away. They were his new body guards since the assasination attempt.
"And if I am?" He asked in a threatning tone, hand place on his sword.
"And if I am?" He asked in a threatning tone, hand place on his sword.
"Easy there, imperial," Drathran said warily regarding the legionaire, "If I wanted you dead, well, you would be. I have a message to deliver to you, from my uncle."
Drathran held out a tied scroll "I have no idea what it says or why he sent it. My uncle is a reclusive man and takes care to avoid House and Legion affairs."
QUOTE(LoneWolf @ Oct 27 2005, 11:18 PM)
Jonacin
Zergonipal
"Of course i can" Jonacin said, sitting down beside her. "Anything else you need me to do?"
Zergonipal
"Of course i can" Jonacin said, sitting down beside her. "Anything else you need me to do?"
Serene
Zergonipal
Serene smiled at Jonacin...
"why yes......kiss me!"
OOC: Oh come on 
lol 
Really do't see how that could possibly help her concentration.......
IC:
Jonacin
Zergonipal
"Sure thing" Jonacin said, and he leaned over and kissed her
lol Really do't see how that could possibly help her concentration.......IC:
Jonacin
Zergonipal
"Sure thing" Jonacin said, and he leaned over and kissed her
OOC: now there..itīs men that get..well not calmed down by kissing! we women get sooo relaxed and focussed...... 
Serene
Zergonipal
Feeling all relaxed Serene concentrated very hard...and there it was...the tickling sensation of mental contact.....
Athyn....are you ok? did you manage?
Serene leaned back towards Jonacin......smiling....she got contact and the message she received was positive that was obvious...
She then turned to Jonacin saying:
"Itīs ok the redorans are coming...shall we return to Aldīruhn now darling?"
we women get sooo relaxed and focussed...... Serene
Zergonipal
Feeling all relaxed Serene concentrated very hard...and there it was...the tickling sensation of mental contact.....
Athyn....are you ok? did you manage?
Serene leaned back towards Jonacin......smiling....she got contact and the message she received was positive that was obvious...
She then turned to Jonacin saying:
"Itīs ok the redorans are coming...shall we return to Aldīruhn now darling?"
Megil-HOJ
Megil had left the large conference room to a his study where he was to meet Isaarin. he walked through the open inner courtyards of the Hall of justice, glittering fragments of rainbows painted the floor as the sun passed through the high glass ceilings.
Megil arrived at his office to find that servants had placed to comfy chairs and setup a small table of liquor and delicate treats. a small table lay infront of the chairs o that paperwork could be examined as discussion ocurred. Megil picked up a book from the bookcase and sat down in one of the chairs awaiting the knock at the door.
Megil had left the large conference room to a his study where he was to meet Isaarin. he walked through the open inner courtyards of the Hall of justice, glittering fragments of rainbows painted the floor as the sun passed through the high glass ceilings.
Megil arrived at his office to find that servants had placed to comfy chairs and setup a small table of liquor and delicate treats. a small table lay infront of the chairs o that paperwork could be examined as discussion ocurred. Megil picked up a book from the bookcase and sat down in one of the chairs awaiting the knock at the door.
Raavin, Hall Of Justice
Raavin entered the hall of justice, though he wore no armor, a ebony longsword that glew with enchantment hung at his side. Raavin never let himself be without a weapon of some sort in good reach, it wasn't healthy. At least to Raavin, and his two bodyguards were waiting outside the hall, so if anything went wrong he would only have to fight his way that far. He moved swiftly through the halls to Megil's office, where Isaarin would also be soon.
He knocked on the door.
Raavin entered the hall of justice, though he wore no armor, a ebony longsword that glew with enchantment hung at his side. Raavin never let himself be without a weapon of some sort in good reach, it wasn't healthy. At least to Raavin, and his two bodyguards were waiting outside the hall, so if anything went wrong he would only have to fight his way that far. He moved swiftly through the halls to Megil's office, where Isaarin would also be soon.
He knocked on the door.
Megil-HOJ
"Come in," Megil said looking up from his book. he saw Ravvin enter,
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know there was going to be three in this meeting," he said standing up and greeting Ravvin. After shaking the man's hand Megil moved a third chair over to the small table,
"please have a seat."
"Come in," Megil said looking up from his book. he saw Ravvin enter,
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know there was going to be three in this meeting," he said standing up and greeting Ravvin. After shaking the man's hand Megil moved a third chair over to the small table,
"please have a seat."
Isaarin Sithiln
Hall of Justice
Isaarin arrived at the Hall of Justice and walked along side his two guards toward Megil's office. He noticed the door was still open when he arrived so he walked right in. "Ravvin, You're lucky that Redoran is so close to the Hall of justice or I would have surely been here first," he joked, then took a seat at the table, pulling some records from a book and organizing them in his space.
Hall of Justice
Isaarin arrived at the Hall of Justice and walked along side his two guards toward Megil's office. He noticed the door was still open when he arrived so he walked right in. "Ravvin, You're lucky that Redoran is so close to the Hall of justice or I would have surely been here first," he joked, then took a seat at the table, pulling some records from a book and organizing them in his space.
OOC: a small meeting? this might get awkward.
Endris followed Isaarin into the office quietly. He stood at the one of the four sides of the table that was unoccupied and waited invisibly.
Endris followed Isaarin into the office quietly. He stood at the one of the four sides of the table that was unoccupied and waited invisibly.
Megil-HOJ
"So gentlemen, before we get started would either of you like a drink?" he said getting up and pouring 3 glasses of the finest brandy, he gave one to each of the men than took one for himself.
"So now then, what can I do for you gentlemen?"
"So gentlemen, before we get started would either of you like a drink?" he said getting up and pouring 3 glasses of the finest brandy, he gave one to each of the men than took one for himself.
"So now then, what can I do for you gentlemen?"
Isaarin Sithiln
Hall of Justice
Isaarin rose his finger while he was taking a sip of brandy to let Ravvin know he wished to speak. Ravvin was more of an action man anyway, little more than an enforcement, an agreer to give Megil some more inclination.
"Megil, I know we weren't on good terms before, but it's time we pushed that aside due to very pressing matters, matters I have heard recently which deeply disturbed the two of us. We not only need your protection on a personal matter but I fear this goes much deeper than just this city and the two of us may lose our footing politically to this insidious plot I have been perceiving recently.
"Now, I am a man of reason so I'll be very honest with you. I am sick and tired of my officials being assassinated. There are currently two serial killers who have made their presence known in my territory. There are sightings of Orc cultists around Hlaalu territory, the same ones that attacked Ebonhart where I comitted more than half my guards for the protection of this city. Your Legion was barely represented there despite their zealous recruiting drive. You have to choose where your loyalties are and who to invest in. Everything I've heard tells me Redoran is suffering similar problems what with pyromaniacs running loose in Ald-ruhn.
"Telvanni, however, are not suffering such problems to the extent we are. What problems are they suffering? Minor backlashes from the Ashlanders that are practically destroyed. Their territory has increased by twenty five percent since they started attacking them, and they put a smoke screen over it, hiding it from us, pretending we don't have ears, Megil.
"The most dire news of all, however, is news that the Morag Tong has chosen to align with them. This has left your city unsafe, and the world outside your city is unsafe. It wasn't so long ago I had a break-in at the Hlaalu council chambers, and there's havoc in Balmora my guards can barely control. Simply shunning the Telvanni is not enough, either. You have to choose to support somebody Megil. You are accountable for the fate of Vvardenfel, therefore remaining neutral is not really remaining neutral at all. If you do nothing Hlaalu and Redoran will surely fall to Telvanni and the Morag Tong. You have to choose who to support, my friend and I, or two factions who have given you every reason to believe if they had the chance to they would destroy this city."
Isaarin finished and took another drink of his brandy, quite contented.
Hall of Justice
Isaarin rose his finger while he was taking a sip of brandy to let Ravvin know he wished to speak. Ravvin was more of an action man anyway, little more than an enforcement, an agreer to give Megil some more inclination.
"Megil, I know we weren't on good terms before, but it's time we pushed that aside due to very pressing matters, matters I have heard recently which deeply disturbed the two of us. We not only need your protection on a personal matter but I fear this goes much deeper than just this city and the two of us may lose our footing politically to this insidious plot I have been perceiving recently.
"Now, I am a man of reason so I'll be very honest with you. I am sick and tired of my officials being assassinated. There are currently two serial killers who have made their presence known in my territory. There are sightings of Orc cultists around Hlaalu territory, the same ones that attacked Ebonhart where I comitted more than half my guards for the protection of this city. Your Legion was barely represented there despite their zealous recruiting drive. You have to choose where your loyalties are and who to invest in. Everything I've heard tells me Redoran is suffering similar problems what with pyromaniacs running loose in Ald-ruhn.
"Telvanni, however, are not suffering such problems to the extent we are. What problems are they suffering? Minor backlashes from the Ashlanders that are practically destroyed. Their territory has increased by twenty five percent since they started attacking them, and they put a smoke screen over it, hiding it from us, pretending we don't have ears, Megil.
"The most dire news of all, however, is news that the Morag Tong has chosen to align with them. This has left your city unsafe, and the world outside your city is unsafe. It wasn't so long ago I had a break-in at the Hlaalu council chambers, and there's havoc in Balmora my guards can barely control. Simply shunning the Telvanni is not enough, either. You have to choose to support somebody Megil. You are accountable for the fate of Vvardenfel, therefore remaining neutral is not really remaining neutral at all. If you do nothing Hlaalu and Redoran will surely fall to Telvanni and the Morag Tong. You have to choose who to support, my friend and I, or two factions who have given you every reason to believe if they had the chance to they would destroy this city."
Isaarin finished and took another drink of his brandy, quite contented.
Endris listened to Isaarin's complaints. He breathed lightly while he tried to figure out what to do. I could kill them. All three of them, right here and now... He fingered the handle of his sword.
"Lies," he said now turning visible, "All lies... The Morag Tong has not sided with any one faction. It simply may look that way because the Morag Tong branches in their (reffering to isaarin and ravin) respected territories have been destoyed," he said more or less to Megil.
"I know that you do not like the Morag Tong, Megil," Endris continued in a sinister voice, "And no one really likes the Telvanni (am i spelling that right?). But please understand that kicking either one out of New Vivec would be a very, very bad idea." Endris stopped there, not knowing what else to say, waiting to see what would happen.
"Lies," he said now turning visible, "All lies... The Morag Tong has not sided with any one faction. It simply may look that way because the Morag Tong branches in their (reffering to isaarin and ravin) respected territories have been destoyed," he said more or less to Megil.
"I know that you do not like the Morag Tong, Megil," Endris continued in a sinister voice, "And no one really likes the Telvanni (am i spelling that right?). But please understand that kicking either one out of New Vivec would be a very, very bad idea." Endris stopped there, not knowing what else to say, waiting to see what would happen.
Malik
Fort "Meat House" Peligiad
Malik's footsteps hardly made an echo as he snuck through the hallways of his Meat House. A knew he was being hunted, he heard them as they entered his city of blood. There were eight armed Hlaalu guards on his territory, in HIS house, how dare they.
They were probably here because of the thrill seekers he murdered, seven dunmer who had come to his Meat House for a cheap adrenaline rush yesterday. or perhaps it was the noble he tortured or the guards and the citizen he slew in Balmora. Whetever the case they were here and they were angry.
They had split up to groups of twos, this would makes them easier to take. Four couples of guards wandering his unhallowed halls unaware of their iminent fate. He came upon one of the aforementioned guard couples. One of them was leaning over and investigating a corpse of a former thrill-seeker. The other was looking away from the corpse in disgust, he had obviously just thrown up.
Malik came up from behind the nauseated guard. He held a torch in his hand but that wouldn't help him, he was dead none the less. He grabbed the guards mouth and thrust a blade through his neck. He put him down silently and the remaining guard the corpse was none the wiser.
Unfortunatly the guard turned to speak to his fallen comrade, unware of his death. "Bel you gott-" the words caught in his throat as a knife did as well. He fell back on top of the corpse of the thrill seeker. Malik was enjoying this wonderfully, this game of cat and mouse had just begun.
Fort "Meat House" Peligiad
Malik's footsteps hardly made an echo as he snuck through the hallways of his Meat House. A knew he was being hunted, he heard them as they entered his city of blood. There were eight armed Hlaalu guards on his territory, in HIS house, how dare they.
They were probably here because of the thrill seekers he murdered, seven dunmer who had come to his Meat House for a cheap adrenaline rush yesterday. or perhaps it was the noble he tortured or the guards and the citizen he slew in Balmora. Whetever the case they were here and they were angry.
They had split up to groups of twos, this would makes them easier to take. Four couples of guards wandering his unhallowed halls unaware of their iminent fate. He came upon one of the aforementioned guard couples. One of them was leaning over and investigating a corpse of a former thrill-seeker. The other was looking away from the corpse in disgust, he had obviously just thrown up.
Malik came up from behind the nauseated guard. He held a torch in his hand but that wouldn't help him, he was dead none the less. He grabbed the guards mouth and thrust a blade through his neck. He put him down silently and the remaining guard the corpse was none the wiser.
Unfortunatly the guard turned to speak to his fallen comrade, unware of his death. "Bel you gott-" the words caught in his throat as a knife did as well. He fell back on top of the corpse of the thrill seeker. Malik was enjoying this wonderfully, this game of cat and mouse had just begun.
QUOTE(minque @ Oct 27 2005, 11:07 PM)
OOC: now there..itīs men that get..well not calmed down by kissing! we women get sooo relaxed and focussed......
Serene
Zergonipal
Feeling all relaxed Serene concentrated very hard...and there it was...the tickling sensation of mental contact.....
Athyn....are you ok? did you manage?
Serene leaned back towards Jonacin......smiling....she got contact and the message she received was positive that was obvious...
She then turned to Jonacin saying:
"Itīs ok the redorans are coming...shall we return to Aldīruhn now darling?"
we women get sooo relaxed and focussed...... Serene
Zergonipal
Feeling all relaxed Serene concentrated very hard...and there it was...the tickling sensation of mental contact.....
Athyn....are you ok? did you manage?
Serene leaned back towards Jonacin......smiling....she got contact and the message she received was positive that was obvious...
She then turned to Jonacin saying:
"Itīs ok the redorans are coming...shall we return to Aldīruhn now darling?"
Jonacin
Zergonipal
"Sounds good to me. Let me just get Leni". He ran after the giggling little girl and swept her up with his arm. "And just what do you find so funny, little miss?" he said with a laugh
QUOTE(ShogunSniper @ Oct 28 2005, 08:36 AM)
Endris listened to Isaarin's complaints. He breathed lightly while he tried to figure out what to do. I could kill them. All three of them, right here and now... He fingered the handle of his sword.
"Lies," he said now turning visible, "All lies... The Morag Tong has not sided with any one faction. It simply may look that way because the Morag Tong branches in their (reffering to isaarin and ravin) respected territories have been destoyed," he said more or less to Megil.
"I know that you do not like the Morag Tong, Megil," Endris continued in a sinister voice, "And no one really likes the Telvanni (am i spelling that right?). But please understand that kicking either one out of New Vivec would be a very, very bad idea." Endris stopped there, not knowing what else to say, waiting to see what would happen.
"Lies," he said now turning visible, "All lies... The Morag Tong has not sided with any one faction. It simply may look that way because the Morag Tong branches in their (reffering to isaarin and ravin) respected territories have been destoyed," he said more or less to Megil.
"I know that you do not like the Morag Tong, Megil," Endris continued in a sinister voice, "And no one really likes the Telvanni (am i spelling that right?). But please understand that kicking either one out of New Vivec would be a very, very bad idea." Endris stopped there, not knowing what else to say, waiting to see what would happen.
Raavin turned his firey gaze towards Endris. "While your defense of your cult is amirable, revealing yourself during a private meeting isn't," he said, as his hand drifted down to his sword hilt. "The only reason your branches remain destroyed are because you fail to rebuild them."
Megil-HOJ
Megil did not even stir as Endris seemed to appear out of nowhere,
"I was wondering when you would make yourself visible, there's a glass of brandy for you on that tray," he told endris pointing to the tray that held the crystal bottle of brandy, a filled glass sitting next to it. Then Megil stood up and got Endris a chai whilst listening to the Tong. he sat down in his chair and looked at the men around him,
"Though I do not like th eMorag Tong, nor am i terribly pleased with any of the houses. Do you trully take me for such a blind man, sseeing only that which involves this city? I am aware of the destruction of the Morag Tong headquarters in Balmora and Ald-rhun. I am also aware of certain Hlaalu propagande circulating the island. I know of the recruitment drives started by house hlaalu in this city, and of the reconstructon of moonmoth. do not take me for a fool, I am aware of the pact made between REdoran and the ashlanders against the Telvanni. As for the legion, the reason they did not respond to Ebonheart is that shortly before their battle their leader was attacked in the city, I know who the criminal is, as my sources have been watching him since his escape to and from the undercity," he told the men in the room, his eyes landing on Isaarin for the last phrase,
"Vivec shall not pick a side until the need is dire, I thank all your houses for their assistance at Ebonheart, and for it the city is much indebted to the houses, and we will come to their aid when the time comes. Until such a time this city shall sustain its neutrality in preparation of the coming war."
Megil did not even stir as Endris seemed to appear out of nowhere,
"I was wondering when you would make yourself visible, there's a glass of brandy for you on that tray," he told endris pointing to the tray that held the crystal bottle of brandy, a filled glass sitting next to it. Then Megil stood up and got Endris a chai whilst listening to the Tong. he sat down in his chair and looked at the men around him,
"Though I do not like th eMorag Tong, nor am i terribly pleased with any of the houses. Do you trully take me for such a blind man, sseeing only that which involves this city? I am aware of the destruction of the Morag Tong headquarters in Balmora and Ald-rhun. I am also aware of certain Hlaalu propagande circulating the island. I know of the recruitment drives started by house hlaalu in this city, and of the reconstructon of moonmoth. do not take me for a fool, I am aware of the pact made between REdoran and the ashlanders against the Telvanni. As for the legion, the reason they did not respond to Ebonheart is that shortly before their battle their leader was attacked in the city, I know who the criminal is, as my sources have been watching him since his escape to and from the undercity," he told the men in the room, his eyes landing on Isaarin for the last phrase,
"Vivec shall not pick a side until the need is dire, I thank all your houses for their assistance at Ebonheart, and for it the city is much indebted to the houses, and we will come to their aid when the time comes. Until such a time this city shall sustain its neutrality in preparation of the coming war."
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