Xuchilbara, Agnar's Office

Bara pulls the sword out of the floor and slumps it once again on his shoulder, then continued to make himself comfortable on a near by chair, getting ready to listen to their conversation.

Deagan, Agnar's office

Deagan decided not to respond to the remark about the coat and such considering he didn't understand all of that rubbish. His services were only available to his friends and those within his group, Rahvin was neither friend nor was he a foe...he was exactly where Deagan couldn't decide and that made him uneasy.

Mysterious things bothered Deagan, he didn't like things he know and this new guy was one of those things.

Generally Deagan could read people but this man seemed so unfocused on anything that it was impossible to tell exactly what he was thinking at any time.

Deagan picked up the bottle and poured himself the last of the brandy, drinking it quickly before starting to speak once again.

"Listen...Rahvin, I don't like you any more than you like me. If you stand between me and my mark then gods help you mate, I'll give it all I have to end your life, I don't care how good you are." Deagan said in a dull and serious voice to show that he was no coward

"It's nothing personal but I don't trust people that I don't know, so don't give me a reason not to trust you and we'll be fine..." Deagan said trying to be as strong and authoratative sounding as possible

He sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair in the corner, the only remaining chair that was open to sit in, took the small dagger from his boot, and began shaving the hair covering his chin with it slowly.

"We should probably get on with this soon...where is the target sir?" Deagan asked Agnar

I don't like this one bit...but if I must I will work beside this man...at least I've got Esethir with me...thats one person I can trust.

Rahvin

"Good. Now that's settled." he said with a broad smile. This would be interesting.

Lord Agnar

Agnar cleared his throat loudly to put things back in order. "Lord Jadier is currently under my roof; I don't want him killed there because then I have to deal with it. I want him killed on the road. By 'bandits'." he said, emphasizing the quotes with his fingers.

"Are we clear?"

Deagan, Agnar's office

Deagan shifted position in the hard wooden chair and put the dagger back into his boot slowly looking up at Agnar.

Are we clear? What kind of question is that? I should say no just for that...I hate it when these nobles ask obvious questions like that...

"Crystal sir." Deagan said barely managing to suppress what he wanted to say

He thought for a moment about the gold and valuables the noble would have on top of the reward he would recieve from Agnar.

"An arrow here a dagger there...leave some cheap weapons, a ripped bandana, and you have your bandits. The witnesses won't be sayin otherwise." Deagan smiled, he could think like a bandit and had extensive knowledge in that field.

Deagan looked out the window once more.

"When they leave we will meet them on the road a ways out...I'll be able to see these boys in action...should be interesting to say the least." Deagan said

OOC: I'm off for the night, see yall tomorrow.

Dalrus Varus, Salinc North of Haalfingar Palace in the Mountains




Dalrus looked up to the young nord woman. She had tears in her eyes, however, who wouldnt after such a bear attack. Energy came from Dalrus's hands and into the nord. The woman had blond hair and a pale complexion, especially next to Dalrus's tan skin and dark brown hair. She was trying to keep strong.

"Its alright, I would be crying to with such pain. Your ankle is broken and it will take a few more times for me to heal it. See me soon" she said smiling at the woman.

"Thank you miss Varus, its good to know the town in under your protection" The woman said whiping tears out of her eyes and limping out of the tower. Dalrus smiled but only for a second before she ran off to the sound of someone yelling for help. Dalrus was not just the town healer, she was it's protector and its count in all but name. None of the Nord Barons (ha i found away around saying Nord lord) had claim over the land, however, it was technically closest to the land of Agnar, therefore it was his. This was not a problem, however, as he did not even know the place existed and all that was visible was the tower that was built ages ago by the wizard who taught Dalrus.

(thats a cue that Agnar should send men here ill PM you Danny)

Xuchilbara, Agnar's Office

Furious, Bara speared his sword into the ground once again, but this time making a thundering roar everyone could hear and feel.

"Argh! Where the heck am I in all this?" Bara said, with a furious, but caucky grin.

"I need a job!" Bara exclaimed under his breath.

Telina, private quarters.

Telina was in her private quarters, in Haafingar castle...like she always was at this time of day...She was looking forward to seeing Gorrmund again, as her huge amount of work...and his as well, had kept them apart for a while.

A knock on the door, and later a big Nord entered...at first Telina though that it was Gorrmund...but of coursde it wasn't...just her luck.

"Now sera, what may I do for you", she asked politely, despite the fact that he had interrupted her lovely daydream.

"Ah ye see tis lassie, I've 'ad tis...tis...itch in many days now, and well, it's itching in my chest, an I have been coughing up bloodbubbles some times...and I was wonderen if ye could cure me"...he looked as I mention it, rather frail, and...spent.

Curing him was the simplest of matters, as a little potion of cure common disease was good enough...but it was rather disturbinbg though...this was a supposedly exterminated disease, and still it was blossoming now, Telina had actually cured seven people earlier this week...so it was not difficoult to see that something was happening.

Telina packed down her alchemical equipment, and went to see Gorrmund instead...perhaps he had just gotten home, and was taking a nap. But he wasn't there, Telina felt a tear drip from her eye, as she was beginning to believe that they would never get real time so they could be...together.

Instead she sat down on his bed, and silently sobbed for herself a bit...

OOC: She is sad...and worried...just if anyone wondered.

Just outside Agnar's Office Window

"who is that in there?" I looked through the window and was happy to see all kinds of important documnets and some gold over on the desk.
Tinkle Tinkle
The sound of breaking glass alreted the people in the room.
"oh well they aren't always stupid"I thought to myself...


this is Arygon Entering the game

(Wow, I go to school and see what happens here. I think Flint is still in the inn, so I'll have to play by that.)

Flint Ironwood, the inn near Agnar's place.

Flint woke up with a pounding headache.
,,Oh crap, I knew getting drunk was a bad idea." He muttered and shook his head.
He then sat upright in his seat as he remembered his appointment.

,,Damn, whoever he was, he must have left by now. That means I'll have to get to the palace myself. I'll just sneak past the guards and pop into view after entering the throne room. That should make a good impression. He might hire me on despite being late. I wonder what he wants me for anyway." The Breton thought.

He checked if he still had all of his possessions with him and then ran out of the door with a fortify speed spell to help him get to the palace sooner. Not exactly sneaky, but he was already late.

Skoll Yggdrasil
South Skyrim, Wilderness near Falcreath

Skoll made his way through the deep snow in the woods not far from Falcreath. He had summoned Fenrir that walked by his side. His armor had gotten pretty messed up when one of his traps failed when tracking down a Snow Bear. He had been in Falcreath a couple of times before where he had been allowed to use some of the smith tools there to repair his armor...

Falcreath soon appeared between the trees and Skoll dismissed Fenrir before he entered the city going into Fjordsvier's armory.

Esethir, Agnar's office

"I brought some...recruits boss." Esethir stated with an embarassed smile towards the drunk Imperial. "A bit of sobering up and he'll be fine."

This was against what they usually did, but Esethir was getting tired of the two man army he was in. It was time to widne their horizons....and bank balances.


He listened to the conversation palying out in front of him with utmost care, taking in every word. But even through his immense concentration he couldn't fil to catch the sound of glass, and the sight of a hand reaching over into the office.

He drew his sword quickly, swinging it down and letting it rest on the man's forearm.

"Show yourself thief, or you shall never pick a pocket again." Esethir called, smiling as he did it. He as neither in a good position nor morally able to chop a man's arm off, the thief was safe. But he didn't know that.

Flint Ironwood, nearing Agnar's palace.

The Breton stormed through the night faster than a horse and arrived at the palace soon enough. He took a bundle of black rags from his belt. In reality, it was an ingenious helm with hidden Glass plating. After checking if the Glass plates were in the right position, he slipped it over his head. Now, thanks to the dark black of his clothing, he would be completely invisible as long as he sticked to the shadows.

Flint sneaked past the first couple of guards and began to climb the castle walls with nothing but his hands and feet to keep him from falling. He arrived at the top without drawing attention. Now, he would only need to pass through the courtyard and get in through a window. A rich lord wouldn't miss a single window. His mask hid a look of surprise when he actually saw that someone was already hanging near a broken window.

,,What the? Why do thieves always have to get to the same idea before I do?" He muttered in surprise and held his breath. Did a guard just hear him talk?

Rahvin, Agnar's OFfice

Rahvin shook his head, half in amusement, half in sympathy for the theif's lack of intelligence.

Who the hell breaks a window of a room in which there are five people standing around? even worse, who the hell sticks their hand through that window?

His only worry was the fact that the altmer was the one holding the theif; he invited the drunk imperial into their plans, why not a stupid theif?

Xuchilbara, Agnar's Office

Bara drew his sword from the ground in a defencive stance once he heard the glass break. Bara panned around the room to read the others' expressions.

In the silence bara heard one of the guys call out to a theif that wasn't there. Bara went into an offencive stance with his blade and searched the room, looking for the "theif" that no one was able to see.... or at least he couldn't see him.

Bagh, stupid ale! Bara thought to himself.

Deagan, Agnar's office

Deagan did not like this a bit, first Esethir brings some half wit drunk into the plans and then a thief breaks in right after they arrive...things were seeming more and more strange by the minute. Now the drunken man was patrolling the room with his sword drawn, looking for the man with his arm in the window.

What in the name of the divines is going on here???

"What is this the meeting ground for the drunk and stupid?" Deagan asked himself aloud

Deagan held his forehead with two fingers, these events were giving him a headache.

"I suppose that thieves get dumber every year...used to have a few skilled ones in this world..." Deagan stated in an annoyed tone

"And as you can imagine I am not pleased that you didn't consult me about the newest addition to our team, Esethir." Deagan said trying to sound unhappy but in reality he didn't care much, he'd given up on getting things his way

Though all of this had happened Deagan had not moved, he'd simply sat back and enjoyed the events as they unfolded before him. He was rather amused by all that had happened but also very saddened by the stupidity of the thief and Esethir's decision to bring along the drunk...maybe it wouldn't be so bad though.

"So...when do we start?" He asked with a slight grin, ignoring the drunk man hanging from the window...Agnar would decide what to do with him.

Esethir (Surprisingly), Agnar's office


Esethir cringed as he realised that he had not consulted Deagan. He ekpt his sword on the outstretched arm, but turned to face Deagan.

"I wasn't recruiting him permanantly, just brought him along to see what you thought of him. And on that same path...we could use a thief to keep us sneaky. He may be pretty bad, but the more the merrier I'd say." he rambled, grinning.

"What do you think A...Lord Agnar?" he asked, turning to face the Lord. He brushed his hair out of the way of his face with his left hand, whilst rubbing the sword up and down the thief's arm for dramatic effect.

Deagan, same place/same time

This thief is horrible...he'll probably get us caught if he comes along...

Deagan sat silently waiting for Agnar's decision on what to do with the thief that had broken into the mansion. The broken window let the cold breeze into the room and cooled him off a bit. He would have been unhappy with anyone that brought someone new into their crew besides Esethir.

Esethir had been part of his team for so long that Deagan couldn't get too mad at him for long, even when he botched up his plans horribly, things eventually worked themselves out.

Things are getting too weird around here...I hope we leave soon.

Lord Agnar, Agnar's Office

"It's up to you." he said, referring to everyone in the room. "I place you in charge from here; my part is done."

"I won't tolerate failure, though." he warned. "Now get out of my office; all of you. The servant outside will show you to your quarters."

Rahvin, Agnar's Office

Rahvin looked to the others, pretending as if he didn't hear Agnar's command to leave.

"That pathetic excuse for a theif is not helping with this." he said flatly. His life was on the line when it came to this job. He didn't want some amatuer messing it up.

Brianna, in bed with Jadier, somewhere in Agnar´s mansion

Brianna did not sleep well, she had this uneasy feeling in her gut.....she was tossing and turning, eventually falling in sleep with terrible nightmares. Waking up drenched in cold sweat...but there was nothing...Jadier was calmly snoring beside her..

It´s probably just me, and my terrible imagination

I looked out at the drunk stumbling along with my camoleon he could see me, he was drunk enough he probably wouldn't have seen me anyway. I saw the Lord of the manor talking with others. I pulled out of the Altmers hold and dived out of window into the room.The drunk was stumbling toward me so I tossed him into the window where he lodged and was stuck there. "Good-day my Lord." I said calmly with my Dwemer Sword out in front. My glass already thrown and was stuck, quite nicely into the man who called himself Deagan. I stayed near the window, just in case...

Gorrmund left the Armoury with a sword ordered by a guard in Haafingar in hand, and walked to the stables at the outskirts of town. He ordered his horse Reyda, one of of three, out and rode off towards Harfingar.

Aaron Christophe
Salinc

"Father!" The gums of Aaron's mouth were nearly bloodless as he witnessed the scene afront of him, "For the love of the nine! What are you doing man!?" The young Christophe walked into his family home to unexpectedly observe his father beating his mother unconcious. He was however drunk, and completely in-coherent to Aaron's cries.

"honoured user!" The young man scream finally as he charged his larger father, "Leave her be!" Colliding into his father, Aaron manage to knock him over his mother. But his parent was oddly larger, and much stronger then he,

Christophe's fingers tore his short sword from its sheeth, "Not another step old man!" The threat was useless, and the older Christophe mercilessly charged his son.

Unfortionate for the father, flesh is much weaker then steel, and now both his parents layed dead, beside each other as if posed. Aaron notted in unwantted satisfaction at the strangly pleasent scene it permitted. His parents, side by side, seemingly peacefull. It was to much though, as the beginning of the blood trail made its way towards him.

Ashamed, and scared, Aaron did the only thing "safe" to him; Leave.

Rerlas->Falcreath

Rerlas raised an eyebrow when some kid rushed past him with a sword (correct me but I *think* you were in Falcreath right?). Rerlas waited a few more minutes for Fjordsvier but then picked up two quivers, scrawled a note and left the note and some money behind the counter. Rerlas wrapped up his cloak and went outside, locking up Fjordsvier's shop and headed to his shack outside town.

From the imperial city to chorrol and back to the city at the waterfront district's light house

Juliano swung his blade in an innocent and playful manner as he walked down the streets in the imperial city.

smiling, he winked and a passing noble high elf teen and he showed off his skills in his armor. Soon he was on his way to chorrol to home. He had greeted jauffre a hello and was making his way to his room as jauffre stopped him.

"Juliano, i have a assignmet for you." Juliano's eyes glistened as he paid attention to jauffre.

"one of our blades has been given word of an imminent assassination plot taking place in skyrim. I want you to go and travel there to skyrim with a few voulenteers from the blades."

*jauffre gives juliano a smile*Jauffre: " you wont be needing your uniform, so just take your fathers armor and be on your way. all the papers,documents, and equipment will be in a bag at the door."

Juliano: *sigh*"well, il be off then. But who's comming with me to skyrim?"

Jauffre: "i personaly dont know, all i know is that the person assigned with you on this mission will meet you at the imperial city's light tower in a boat"

Juliano: "hmm, allright.... ill be back as soon as i can"

juliano stepped out the door as jauffre looked out the window....

juliano arrived in the imperial city at night and awaited the new blade comming with him.

'ooc: hopefuly i can get one or two people to join me.....*hint-hint^-^*'

After a few hours, Telina got up again...she had todo something, as she hhated waiting, when she was alone.

Possibly she could always go back to Falcreath...no she had promised Brianna to stick with them...instead she went out onto the fields, where she started to pick up all sorts of plants and herbs.

(heck, I went to school again.)

Flint Ironwood, in the courtyard of Lord Agnar

Flint held his breath and waited in the shadows. Sure enough, a Nord came wandering over.
,,I thought I heard something! Who's there?!" He shouted.
,,Fool, if you had any chance of surprising me, you just blew it." Flint thought.

He then brought his hands to his mouth and began to imitate one of the many birds he knew.
,,Oh, it's just an owl." The guard said and went away.

Flint could only barely contain a chuckle and made his way to a small door. He activated his Invisibility spell and hopped in. He then walked through the corridors of the palace till he came to the door that should lead to the room with the window that thief had broken.

Flint removed his mask and turned visible again. He then opened the door.
,,Hi, sorry I'm late. The Altmer over there invited me. So, did I miss anything?" Flint said with a big grin. He did make sure he was ready to bolt out of the door if things went wrong.

I saw another person entering the room and decided that it would be a good time to bail out I dived out the window slid down the wall to the parapet trim, ran across 2 windows and slowly opened the window there and glanced in to see if it was occupied. It the only people were asleep so I slipped in...

Rahvin

Rahvin sighed as the theif got away and the new stranger burst through the doors.

"You need to keep a tighter grip on your altmer friend." he said to Deagan. "He invites everyone he sees."

"And who might you be?" he asked the newcomer.

Flint took a quick glance through the room. There were people of all kinds in here. He then looked at the Dunmer who had spoken to him. An assassin, no doubt. Flint didn't like people who killed for money or worse, pleasure.

Should he tell the man his real name, or should he make up one? After all, he did have quite a reputation back in High Rock as the man who maimed his own father. The son of the local mafia boss and more stuff like that. Not to mention he had this huge bounty on his head.
,,Oh, like I care. You only live once, and remembering multiple names can be a pain." The Breton thought.

,,My name's Flint Ironwood. And you are?" He said while looking straight into the Dunmer's eyes.

Esethir grimaced as he was accused of yet more recruiting. He looked around the room in the hope of some appeasement, before sighing and slipping his sword back into the sheath. Well at least they were getting some men on the job, and as the Breton had managed to get in here so late in the day he had some experience as he had previously guessed.

"Right, well that's this meeting over. I will make myself...gone." he said, as a faint glow of light appeared in his right glove. He thn became invisible, except a faint disturbance around the edges when he moved.

"I will spend my night checking on this Lord - check his plan of escape as it were. I bid you good evening." He stated, while the room watched the door to the office seem to both open and close of its own volition.

Rahvin

Rahvin matched the stare and replied. "Rahvin."

Once Esethir left, Rahvin turned back to Deagan. "We'll meet tomorrow to finalize the plan, correct?" he asked, wanting to go to his chambers and get some decent clothes.

Thiras Nirevin, Lost - Again


Thiras dusted off his clothing as he stood up, his eyes peering around, cautiously - his hand on the hilt of his short, silver sword (stolen) that was safely in its sheath.

"Well," he muttered to himself, "Best be off I suppose."

And he started walking - again.

(OOC: This has to lead somewhere - eventually.)

Deagan, Agnar's manor

Deagan stood from the chair and nodded to Rahvin.

"Yes, tomorrow will do nicely...and I suppose that these new recruits can't be too much trouble...though I don't exactly like having such a large team, I guess I'll have to deal with it." Deagan said

Esethir had already slipped out the door and avoided listening to Deagan's complaining about bringing the new people along. Though Deagan usually worked with a small group, he knew that it would be a good idea to have some backup...just in case things didn't go as easily as planned.

"So...where do we stay until we're ready?" Deagan said, looking to Agnar

He looked to the other men now standing in the room with them for a moment and then let out a quiet laugh.

"I need lots of liquor..." He said, only half jokingly

And a bath for the prison rat...

OOC: Hope I didn't miss anyone that might have been talking to me or something...

Agnar

"I told you already; the sevants outside should show you to your quarters."

Rahvin

"Good; everything's settled." Rahvin said, standing up. "I need some clothes, a bath, and a damned good sleep."

Without another word, he left the room to speak with a servant about those things.

OOC: I think you got a glass dagger in your leg, but no nothing major.

Esethir had merely made himself invisible then for show. He quickly paced until it wore off, then approached a guard. As clever as he may have seemed, he had now idea where the lord was.

"Excuse me sir. I am here from the..meeting with Lord Agnar and wish to know where Lord Jadier is staying tonight." he told the guard, smiling casually.

"Nine of the night's watch and all's well sir. His Lordship is staying two floors beneath us, in the East wing. Enjoy your stay." the guard told him with a friendly smile.

Esethir nodded, then went on his way down the two flights of stairs. It was then that he truly cast a long term invisibility spell and snuck up to Lord Jadier's room. He opened the door a crack and peeped in.


OOC: You might want to get back to the castle sometime Red...

Deagan, Agnar's manor

Deagan followed right behind Rahvin to search for a servant but he couldn't resist adding a quick comment to Rahvin's remark,

"You'd better make that bath a long one...and enjoy your freedom, cause right when Agnar finishes with you you'll be right back in prison again." He said trying to to sound too offensive

Deagan spoke with the servant for a short time about his room, he would soon be in his quarters polishing and sharpening his blade in preparation for what would occur in the following days.

One thing that remained was the question of who would kill the mark. Deagan thought that either he or Esethir should do it but he was sure that everyone else thought that they should be the one to kill him as well, causing the problem.

Rahvin

Rahvin heard the remark, but let it slide. Mostly because the man was right. It didn't matter though; this gave him a break and possibly an escape route. He would, after all, be doing the killing in the wilderness, which gave him a great opportunity...

He followed the servant to his room, where he took that bath while the clothes were delivered to his room. They fit fine, and would be perfect for what he would be doing. There was a pair of dull black leather boots, dark grey pants, and a shirt of the same color.

He left the bath and sat on the floor. He took every single dagger out of their respective sheaths and laid them out on the floor in front of him to be sharpened and poisoned. He sent the servant for the correct alchemical ingredients for the poison as well as a whetstone to do the sharpening.

That Deagan fellow may find a dagger in his back when all this is through. he thought bitterly to himself.

Jadier

Jadier woke up from all of Brianna's tossing and turning. "Is everything okay?" he asked groggily.

OOC: may as well make it hard for Esethir.

Esethir smiled grimly as he watched the doomed lord live out his final day of existance in blissful ignorance. He pushed the door open further and slipped inside, then slammed the door shut.

He slunk ove to the corner of the room to twatch the scene unfold.

Upon seeing the door open, Arygon slid across the room to the corner, activated chameleon and stood there watching the creeping man come closer to the corner he was hiding in. At that moment the sleeping man groaned, this is interesting Arygon though to himself watching with interest what was about to happen. He drew his Longbow and held an arrow ready for any surprises that might come out of this.


OOC: yes, he did get a glass dagger in the leg (it's probably still hanging there)

Brianna

"No...it´s not okay" Brianna looked sadly at Jadier "I have a terrible feeling that there´s something evil around....please just hold me Jadier, I´m scared!!"

Brianna sat on the bed, shivering from fear, she looked for her clothes, better be prepared if anything would happen.

She looked at the man beside her...a strong man, righteous, kind but yet hard as steel. She was worried about what he told her about Agnar´s brother...that it was him that he killed. Surely nothing good would come out of that!

Ah they were awake... this would be interesting, so the man in the office was Lord Agnar eh? Arygon decided to equalize this situation by interfering with the assassin in the other corner. Removing the Chameleon he dived into his fellow sneak, Sword out front ready for a stab...

Esethir heard it coming. He heard the clothes of the assassin rustle as he was dived upon. That is what kept him alive.

He yelped as he rolled as to face the assassin, then reached out. With the assassin's full wait on top of him he was winded, and could not last long - but he had a firm grip of the assassin's hand which held the blade.

"Help me Lord!" he cried, restraining the assassin as much as he could. He could quite easily incinerate the fool who had attacked him, were it not for his current apparrel. With his gloves on any spell would be contained and would kill him instantly.

Arygon saw the danger in allowing the other man to continue yelling, and besides he could cast illusion spells which meant he could cast others. Using the Chitin shield as a hammer Arygon beat the man over the head until the man slumped over slightly letting go of Arygon's sword arm...

Deagan, Agnar's manor

Deagan entered his room and sat down in the chair beside the bed before taking all of his weapons out of their concealed place, sitting them on the blankets covering the bed.

He took a small rag from a pouch on his hip and wiped down the deep cut on his arm and one on his leg. The cut on his arm was from a bandit that had attacked him from behind on the road to the manor and the other was from the place in which he'd pulled the dagger of a half crazed thief from his leg.

Deagan polished his sword, the edge was sharp and smooth, ready for any fool that dared to attack him again. The man that had thrown the dagger had been lucky to escape before Deagan had had time to retaliate.

Deagan carefully examined the glass dagger, he'd kept it in case he ran into the man that threw it at him, so that he could kill him with it. Revenge always seemed sweeter when something symbolic like that was used to get it.

I can't decide who I dislike more...the guy who stuck his dagger in my leg or the other assassin...at least the assassin seems to have some honor.

He bathed and got some fresh clothes from the servants. The clothes were a dark brown color, almost black but not quite. Deagan wrapped his blade in the thick cloth pouch and strapped it onto his belt before sitting it onto the bed next to his gloves.

Deagan sat there, wondering if tomorrow would bring as many surprises as today had.

For now he would wait, until someone came to retrieve him or until it was time to meet with the others for planning.

Jadier, Agnar's manor

Jadier jumped from the bed onto his feet and barreled into Arygon, knocking him off of the altmer in the room.

Rahvin, Agnar's Manor

Rahvin was working hard just to sharpen his daggers; they were in disrepair from just sitting in a locked chest for months.

When he was finally done, he prepared the poison in a small clay pot. He slowly dipped each blade in the poison, being extremely careful not to accidentally cut himself. If the poison got in a minor cut he would be extremely sick for almost a week; if it was a large wound, then it would likely kill him. He cautiously placed them in their respective sheaths before finally going to sleep. It was a deep, comfortable sleep, seeing as it was in a bed rather than on the cold stone floor of a cell.

(Please correct me if I'm wrong about what Agnar is doing at this time.)

Flint Ironwood, a part of Lord Agnar's palace where he is not supposed to be.

,,Just my luck. I came in after they'd finished. Now I've still got no idea about what we are supposed to do. Oh well, I bet it we're just going to plunder the treasury of another lord." Flint thought.

A smile crossed his lips at that thought. He could use some entertainment, not to mention some extra money was always a good thing. He left the room and asked to be shown were he would be staying for the night. After the servant had left, he slipped on his mask and activated his invisibility spell. It was time to finish his earlier job.

Lord Agnar was sleeping softly in his bed. Flint waited calmly till the man rolled to the side and brought his head away from the pillow. He then quickly pulled away the heavily decorated pillow and replaced it with one he stole from one of the guest bedrooms he passed. The Breton left as quietly as he came.

Back in his own bedroom, he hid the royal pillow and slipped of his gear. He then looked at the pillow he had stolen and compared it with the one on his bed. Should he?
,,No, what if someone comes in during the night. It would mean trouble if I have the wrong bed decor." He said out aloud and laid his head on the cheap pillow to rest. Tomorrow he would seek out that Nord and claim his money for the stolen pillow.

Arygon had just managed to take care of the assassin when the Lord he was trying to save dived on him. The man even without his armour, was heavy enough to crush Arygon to the ground. Arygon, feeling despreate, actvated a Levitation scoll, that had a short use, lifted off the ground dumping the man on top of him down on to the assassin. Then Arygon dived out the window, caught the tree just outside, slid down and ran to just outside the gates to the manor.

Skoll Yggdrasil

Skoll made his way around in Falcreath and managed to repair his armor and got the supplies he needed before he went off into the woods again. He stayed close to the open road as he headed north into the heart of Skyrim...

Esethir grunted as the Lord fell on top of him. H waited, as to not be impolite, untile the Lord had got off of him before he spoke.

"I am sorry milord. I am also staying here overnight. I was returning to my room when I saw that man creeping about. He cast an illusional spell as to make himself invisible, so I followed him into your room. It was as he I was looking for him that he attacked me." he told the lord, knowing that lord had neither seen him enter the room nor come out of his invisible state; so it was not known to the man that he also cast a spell.

He smiled, bowing. "At your pleasure I would care to return to my room." he told the man humbly. "I suggest you try and be out of this castle as soon as possible, I heard talk of such assassination attempts within this Estate - and now I have found the proof."

He started stepping backwards out of the room. "I apologise for any nuance I may have caused." he said again, bowing.

Arygon was waiting just outside the gate, in a small bush, for Lord Jonacin so he could explain what happened. The other assassin probably would be telling some story about how he had stopped Arygon for assassinating Jonacin. Argh, this is going to be difficult arygon thought to himself.