OOC: sorry i forgot to post this yesterday

Sel looked around the drab tavern in the great city Cyrodiil, noting the many broken chairs and tables, not to mention the rank smell of giant imperials who had not bathed in months. He motioned to the bartender.
"Flin, please." he said.
Sel sat down at the bar, the aged stool creaking as he did so.
The bartender handed him the drink. "Not many dark elves living in Cyrodiil. What's your story?"
"A long one." Sel answered, hinting to the barkeep that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Enjoy your drink." the bartender said before turning to talk to another customer.
Sel finished his drink and walked out of the tavern to get some fresh air. He sensed a movement above him and looked up into the night sky, but saw nothing. A moment later, he felt a blow to the back of his head and fell unconscious.

"CCCHHHAAARRRGGGEEE!!!" Roughly 100 Imperial Knights charged together towards the mass of... things. They were to hidious to be considered humans anymore, yet they weren't zombies.

The first wave charged and ran over the first colums of the "deranged" creatures, but they lost speed and eventually grinded to a halt amongst the bodies.

"Second Wave! Charge!" Knight Errant Darius screamed, he was the third in comand of the elustrious Dragon Riders Battalion. He was a short, stout man, and not to much to look at but he was a hell of a warrior.

Falx Albarnian was in the second wave, he'd rather be in the first but he just followed what he was told and did whatever it was well. His horse Akatosh was of strong Cyrodilic breed and was well suited to a Knights type of fighting.

Run it over, and if it didn't die, run over it again

50 meters and so till the enemy line and the rest of his comrades... 40 meters... 30 meters... The sounds of screams and wild horses filled his ears... 20 meters... he saw one of his fellow Knights in the first wave decapitated.... 10 meters Knight Errant Darius yelled,"HOOLD STEADY!! FOR THE EMPEROR!!"

9..8..7.. An arrow struck the Knight beside Falx and threw him off his horse.. 6..5..4.. in the range of pikes, at least 20 fell immediately. The rest seemed like an eternity, he saw the enemy, the enemy saw him, the enemy THOUGHT they would be able to kill him but Falx KNEW he would kill the enemy.. 1 meter

The remaining 76 Knights of the second wave crashed into the side of the enemy's. Bones crunched, blood spit up everywhere, and people died.

Most of the charge they possesed now was halted by the mass of bodies in the area. Falx struck out left in right with his Imperial Broadsword, the same one he had since his "Knighting". It was considered sacred to him, his instrument of death. In his left he held a Imperial Kite Sheild with the battalions emblem on it. A Knight to his front crumpled over. He had been struck in the stomach, blood lapped off the sadle of the horse.

"There to many" He thought to himself, "I must find Darius!"

Not but 15 meters from Falx the Commander of the Dragon Riders, Sir Varro held his own with his personal guard of the "Rough Riders". Even for such a noble, Varro was doing the dirty work, and was very good at it. Sometimes his ideals and Falx's clashed, but a majority of the time he agreed with him.

Sir Varro was struck in the chest with an arrow, the Rough Riders immediatly notice their leaders wound and formed a tight circle around him fighting their way out of the battle.

A volley of arrows came from atop of the far hill, "What in the name of oblivion are they doing!?" A soldier screamed, his voice hardly noticeable over the cries of the arrows and that of their targets. "They are firing on their own people!" He shouted one last time before he was engulf by the beasts around him.

Falx gave Akatosh a kick in the side and the horse, even clad in it's armor, started off into a full sprint crushing everything in it's path. He was almost to the outskirts of the battle when another volley of arrows plummeted around him two lodging themselves in his sheild and the other into his thigh.

He cursed to himself but continued and freed himself for the fight. Commander Darius was ralling soldiers a stonesthrow away from the battle.

"Soldiers! To me! RALLY!" And his lieutenants let the battalions banners run free. It was a inspiring sight to everyone, except those that were about to feel another charge from the Knights.

This time the charge didn't feel like forever, for the adrenaline was running free in Falx. About 43 Knights charged through, running over, hacking and slashing, and just plain beating the crap out of the enemy's who started to break into a hasty rout.

"Ride em down!" Someone shouted, and thats what continued the rest of the day. Many Knights spent what little energy they had in chasing off stragglers. Falx however saw no point in it and returned to camp.

Upon crossing over the crest of the hill he looked over the battlefield. At least 350 Knights died, 1/4rd of the battlions strength, and maybe twice that wounded. The enemy faired far worse, loosing an estimated total of 3000 assortment of creatures, that ranged from beasts, to corrupted humans, and the undead.

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Falx cleaned himself up, his leg still hurt from the arrow but he thanked Stendarr that it wasn't any worse, after all he was the god of mercy. Later that evening he went to the little pub set up at camp and sat alone, by the fire dreaming of a world were he didn't have to fight anymore. Stendarr might be merciful, but he wasn't that merciful.

Chorrol, Cyrodiil Region

Arco walked along the Nordic Houses in Chorrol, looking around. It was a nice day even as it had falled some snow at the dawn. Arco had been on a journey, he had been in a mysterious cave not far from here. Rumours said it was suppose to be the hide out for some bandits people said to him in the tavern, but he had been tricked... Insted he met a fullgrown Ogre, was a hard fight but he managed to win..

Arco walked down as he neared to tavern, both his scimitars in his belt full off the dark red blood of the Ogre. Small wounds in his face and his dark green cloak had been almost turned into shreads. Arco looked down at the ground as he neared the tavern, he walked into to see the guys almost hadn't moved since he was there. He stood there one while reaching for the scimitars while the cloak was pushed back not to get in the way...

"Nice done in tricking me... Do u want to say sorry?" Arco said while he looked into one of the Nords eyes, his eyes was pure aggressive now. But he managed to stay calm..

"Hahahaa.. Ye cant beat me and me friends Dunmer! Go back to were ye belong" the Nord said while he reached for his battleaxe, he looked confused and drunk like all the others..

"I hope you understand that when you and your friends fight in this condition you will end up more ugly then the Ogre.." Arco said holding both of his scimitars low poiting down against the old wooden floor..

The Nord shaked his head before he stood up pushing the chair away and taking another chair in his hand.. He gave of a laugh as the others flocked around him. It was four Nords now, but Arco didn't fear them. Neither did he want to kill them, only show them some hard learned respect..

The Nord suddently threw the chair straight at Arco, he dodged with easy before leaping upon the first table slashing lose at the nords. The Nords blocked the blows, but leaned long back and so drunk the were they lost balance and all fell back. Arco leaped onto the Nord setting hos knee agaisnt his throat before hitting him straight in the head with the back end of the scimitar.. He managed to do it with one more before the two last was up standing again, both charged on Arco. Arco was pushed back but blocked the uncontrol blows by the Nords, in the end he tumbled right under one of the Nords and got up and swiftly sent of the curved scimitar edges into the Nords legs making them go straight down on the floor..

Arco looked down on them, poor people he thought. Poor, drunk people. He spun his scimitars around stepping up to the first Nord, taking his shirt and cleaning the scimitars before he three a little pouch with some money to the owner..

"Sorry for what damage may have accured here.. If I ever see them here again, doing something like this to others then it gives me a good enought reason to kill them.. You understand?" he said calmly to the owner as he open the door looking back at the owner nodding like crazy..

Outskirts of Cyrodil

Jopnacin had been travelling with this caravan for several days, and was getting sick of it. He had taken the job as a caravan guard so that he would have some company on the trip to Cyrodil, but it soon turned out that his fellow guards didn't take kindly to an outlander taking a share of the pay. They had made this obvious two nights after leaving the village they were hired in, surrounding him as he slept and shaking him awake.
"you're not welcome here, Redguard" spat one of the guards, "if you know what's good for you you'll resign in the morning. Until then, here's a little taste of what we'll do to you if you don't". When the ringleader had finished the sentence, the four men had moved towards him, looking to bloody him up. He sprang to his feet, dodging a straight left to the gut and countering with an upper-cut that knocked the man from his feet. The other three men had been circling, but now they rushed in, intent on doing him harm. Fortunately it was at this moment that the caravan master had stepped in, stopping the fight with threats of dismissal.
"Yes" thought Jonacin as he trudged wearily alongside the caravan, "it will be good to reach Cyrodil and leave this rabble behind"

The back alleys of Cyrodiil city

While dueling was illegeal in most parts of the city, it wasn't in the slums. Provided you didn't get caught. Fenris Howlbreath, Nordic warrior and Tongue, was partcipating in this duel. His foe was a Cyrodiilic man, a "Imperial" as Fenris rembered the people of Morrowind calling them. The Cryodiil claimed to have Akaviran blood, and he did have some of the right facial features, they only really stood out because he dressed in traditional Akavirian style, and used a DaiKatana.

The Crowd gathered towatch the fight, the opponents stood momentarily, staring each other down before the Cyrodiil, 'Lord' Mugin, charged, Daikanta held high. Fenris blocked the man's blows, parring when possible, and scoring several hits on the wannabe-Akaviri. It was a game, until the opponent drew blood, his blade having cut into Fenris's armor.

A moment later, Mugin found himself lacking a arm, and had to forfeit the fight, or his life. Fenrir walked off into the city, grinning. "I could probablly take on tha whole damn legionn...." he muttered to himself. While Mugin collected his arm and placed it where it was susposed to be, before casting a powerful spell that caused the flesh to reknit and reattatch his arm.

On a Gondola heading towards Cyrodiil

What are these herbs called again? Celia glanced at the scribbles on a crisp sheet of paper that contained descriptions of a variety of alchemy ingrediants. The young Altmer skimmed across the page quickly, her eyes searching for a clue, a hint, anything that might help identify the plants she had recently collected. However, it did not contain the description she was looking for. Well, that did not help much. She thought, stuffing it back into her knapsack. She sighed and placed her head onto her hands, watching the water rippled as the gondola skimmed by. She remained silent, as the ferry rode on, absorbed in her thoughts. Another herb the paper could not name.

It was definitely not worth stealing it from the Mages Guild... I will never become a good healer if I keep this up... She was disappointed, but she couldn't stay miserable for long, for she then thought about her recent discovery while she was questing. Encountering a vamire in a cave (in this case, a bandit cave) is not an everyday event for everyone. But for her, encountering vampires became a sort of goal. To be able to have a conversation with one is something Celia had always dreamed of when she was little...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, bumby movement, signaling the end of the trip. Celia cheerfully stepped out, happy to be on solid ground again. In fact, she was so happy, she accidently over-paid the ferryman. But she didn't care. All she cared about was getting home, get some rest, and pack up for another quest. She practically skipped down the road until she got near a back allyway, where it was unsually crowded. Curious, she neared the allway as the crowd dispersed from that direction.

The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

Serene shut the worn door behind her and stepped out into the dark alley. She was completely worn out after the tedious healing-procedure she just completed.
"Marthona was right," she thought, "a successful healing drains all your fatigue, and what´s left is a feeling of total emptyness"

This time it was a noble who had been stabbed right to his belly in a duel of honour. His opponent she was unable to rescue, his wounds were to severe.

The nobleman she just saved had not been grateful at all, he wished to brag about to his friends of his wounds, but his family called for Serene to heal him. She didn´t mind, healing was her main occupation ever since she came back from Vvardenfell.

With heavy steps she entered the tavern "Semirama´s Hanging Gardens"in order to get some kind of refreshments.....when entering the premises she nearly stumbled ove a dead body just lying on the starirs

[quote=MerGirl] On a Gondola heading towards Cyrodiil

What are these herbs called again? Celia glanced at the scribbles on a crisp sheet of paper that contained descriptions of a variety of alchemy ingrediants. The young Altmer skimmed across the page quickly, her eyes searching for a clue, a hint, anything that might help identify the plants she had recently collected. However, it did not contain the description she was looking for. Well, that did not help much. She thought, stuffing it back into her knapsack. She sighed and placed her head onto her hands, watching the water rippled as the gondola skimmed by. She remained silent, as the ferry rode on, absorbed in her thoughts. Another herb the paper could not name.

It was definitely not worth stealing it from the Mages Guild... I will never become a good healer if I keep this up... She was disappointed, but she couldn't stay miserable for long, for she then thought about her recent discovery while she was questing. Encountering a vamire in a cave (in this case, a bandit cave) is not an everyday event for everyone. But for her, encountering vampires became a sort of goal. To be able to have a conversation with one is something Celia had always dreamed of when she was little...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, bumby movement, signaling the end of the trip. Celia cheerfully stepped out, happy to be on solid ground again. In fact, she was so happy, she accidently over-paid the ferryman. But she didn't care. All she cared about was getting home, get some rest, and pack up for another quest. She practically skipped down the road until she got near a back allyway, where it was unsually crowded. Curious, she neared the allway as the crowd dispersed from that direction.[/quote]

From her vantage point, Celia could easy see the Cyrodiil/Akaviri Lord Mugin running off, his clothing torn and bloodied, but looking unharmed. His sword and a large blood of blood were left behind him. Approaching Celia however, was a tall armored Nord, with long red hair and some sort of blue tattoo on his face, Fenris. His Stalhrim blade was still covered with the Noble's blood. Had Celia not been a Altmer, Fenris would easily towered over her, but as that was not the case, he didn't.

The Nord continued towards her, but his expression showed no malice. In fact, he didn't even notice her.

[quote=minque]The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

Serene shut the worn door behind her and stepped out into the dark alley. She was completely worn out after the tedious healing-procedure she just completed.
"Marthona was right," she thought, "a successful healing drains all your fatigue, and what´s left is a feeling of total emptyness"

This time it was a noble who had been stabbed right to his belly in a duel of honour. His opponent she was unable to rescue, his wounds were to severe.

The nobleman she just saved had not been grateful at all, he wished to brag about to his friends of his wounds, but his family called for Serene to heal him. She didn´t mind, healing was her main occupation ever since she came back from Vvardenfell.

With heavy steps she entered the tavern "Semirama´s Hanging Gardens"in order to get some kind of refreshments.....when entering the premises she nearly stumbled ove a dead body just lying on the starirs[/quote]
Jonacin kicked the body of one of the caravan guards off his blade, and i thudded to the ground in front of the door to the inn. The man had decided that he was skilled enough to take on Jonacin in a swordfight, and had sought him out and challenged him. The fight had been incredibly short. The fool had lunged towards Jonacin's stomach, and he had simply parried the blow and run him through in one swift movement. Just as the body hit the ground, an imperioal woman walked into the inn. When she nearly tripped over the body, a look of revulsion came onto her face

" oh not again" she thought s she looked down on the body, but there was no rescue, this one was dead.....

As she looked up she met the stern looking eyes of a tall redguard standing just beside the door with a bloodied sword in his hand. Strangely enough Serene was not frightened of this man who apparently killed the poor beggar on the floor. She just gave him a last glance then went towards the bar.

" A jar of comberry-juice, please" she adressed the barkeep as she sat down, dead-tired and closed her eyes......

[quote=minque]" oh not again" she thought s she looked down on the body, but there was no rescue, this one was dead.....

As she looked up she met the stern looking eyes of a tall redguard standing just beside the door with a bloodied sword in his hand. Strangely enough Serene was not frightened of this man who apparently killed the poor beggar on the floor. She just gave him a last glance then went towards the bar.

" A jar of comberry-juice, please" she adressed the barkeep as she sat down, dead-tired and closed her eyes......[/quote]
As the woman walked over towards the bar after making, and then breaking, eye contact with him, Jonacin merely shrugged anfd wiped his sword blade clean on the guard's ragged tunic. He then went back to his table and drained the tankard of ale that was there. Paying the bartender, he gathered his equipment, he strode out of the inn, heading to a nearby blacksmith to have his armour and weapons repaired of the wear they had taken over the days of guarding the caravan. There hadn't been an reall attacks, but once or twice ragged groups of bandits in chainmails shirts had attacked, and his sword had lost it's edge from cutting through the steel. He had a purse full of 100 septim coins, so money wasn't an issue, even in Cyrodil

Serene finished her juice, rose to her feet and walked out the door, detrmined to find that brute of a redguard. She loathed killing in cold blood and this really seemed to be that kind of a murder. Pondering where he might have gone, she decided to try at the blacksmith´s, his weapon had to be blunt after that evil deed.

Approaching the blacksmith´s shop she spotted the dark man and hesitated for a moment...he was indeed big....for a faint moment she felt scared but then repeated the words of the spell she learnt so many years ago

"Chyffyrddiad chan rhew" she chanted and gestured at the redguard..

The man looked up, saw the cloud of ice-cold air approach and surround him, he couldn´t escape, so the cloud made him freeze terribly bit didn´t kill him.....

Serene turned away and hoped the redguard learnt his lesson....

It was not hard to miss the blood. How could Celia not miss it, for the pool of blood was long and bright red--obviously someone had been bleeding not too long ago. (She hoped the person got away). Neither could she ignore the armoured Nord coming towards her.

She gasped in surprise when he came closer, and she could see the blood on his sword much more clearly. Had he been the cause of the blood? Perhaps he's been in duel of some sort?

A bit nervous and clueless on what she should do (but still curious), Celia stayed where she was, but asked timidly towards the Nord, "I assumed I missed something?"

[quote=minque]Serene finished her juice, rose to her feet and walked out the door, detrmined to find that brute of a redguard. She loathed killing in cold blood and this really seemed to be that kind of a murder. Pondering where he might have gone, she decided to try at the blacksmith´s, his weapon had to be blunt after that evil deed.

Approaching the blacksmith´s shop she spotted the dark man and hesitated for a moment...he was indeed big....for a faint moment she felt scared but then repeated the words of the spell she learnt so many years ago

"Chyffyrddiad chan rhew" she chanted and gestured at the redguard..

The man looked up, saw the cloud of ice-cold air approach and surround him, he couldn´t escape, so the cloud made him freeze terribly bit didn´t kill him.....

Serene turned away and hoped the redguard learnt his lesson....[/quote]
Jonacin was angry, but he didn't lose his head. The mage had no right to cast a spell on him, but he coul settle scores later. Using a technique the ancient Blademaster who had been his teacher had shown him, he slowed and deepened his breathing, causing his chest to expand more than before and cracking the ice that encased him. He flexed other muschles, breaking more ice until he was free. He stamped his feet and moving about until he was warm, and then he retrieved his equipment from the blacksmith and hurried off after the blasted mage. Seeing her in the street ahead, he sped up until he had caught her. Grabbing her by the arm, he placed his sword at her throat and hissed into her ear "one false move and i slit your throat, mage. now, would you care to tell me why you just cast that spell on me? It was most irritating. Keep in mind, any funny business and you die, and i wont think twice about it"

[quote=MerGirl]It was not hard to miss the blood. How could Celia not miss it, for the pool of blood was long and bright red--obviously someone had been bleeding not too long ago. (She hoped the person got away). Neither could she ignore the armoured Nord coming towards her.

She gasped in surprise when he came closer, and she could see the blood on his sword much more clearly. Had he been the cause of the blood? Perhaps he's been in duel of some sort?

A bit nervous and clueless on what she should do (but still curious), Celia stayed where she was, but asked timidly towards the Nord, "I assumed I missed something?"[/quote]

The Nord turned to look at the Altmer, a look of disdain momentarily passing over his face, before it turned to amusement. "Aye, some cyrodiilic numbskull got it in 'is head that he was some kind of godly Akavirian blademaster," Fenris said, smirking and waving his hand down the alley indicating the fleeing and bloody, yet uninjured, man.

"He be lucky he knew restoritive magicks, else he'd be short a arm, will teach 'im to go a boasting about like that."

She didn't miss his look of contempt, and she blushed, thinking perhaps she said something wrong. But when his expression became what seemed to her a more friendly look, she became a little less nervous.

She switched her glance towards the uninjured man, then back towards the Nord. She was still a little frightened, but she was very much interested in what the Nord had just said. "A-ak-vi-," she struggled with the word, "what's that word? What you just said. What's an a-ak-vi-whatcha-you-call it?" She inquired, but hesitated and blushed again. Perhaps she was being too nosy. "Er, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so rude..."

Falx was sent on a patrol into the lands that have recently been controlled by the corrupted men. The area smelled of death and decay, putrid horrors that only the sickest could conjure up. Atop his horse, Akatosh, finely clad in mail, he made his way across the bog.

"Si'ir? Shh-oould we be g-oing this fa-r away fro-m camp?" A recruit by the name of Manious questioned in a rather scared voice. Manious was an orphan and constantly harrassed and abused by the other children as a child. Every day he knew the exact time that the "mean" kids would come and beat him up. Still he did nothing about it. One day he lost it and the gang leader of the thugs was found strung up naked, outside the imperial palace, slashed and burned. Everyone knew that Manious didn't do it yet the blame fell on him. He was sentenced to 70 years in the imperial prison, with no chance of getting out a day earlier. If it weren't for the actions of Knight Errant Darius, who knew the boy's parents before they died, Manious would be rotting in some imperial jail cell.

"Don't worry, just a little longer out here and we will go back" Darius said in a strongly accented voice, and if you didn't know him you would think that he was drunk because of his constant slurr. The slurr was actually the cause of fight with an assassin while defending the last emperor. The assassin lunged for the emperor but Darius put his body in the way, taking the wound for his majesty. The tip of the needle was dipped in a poison from the far reaches of the Black Marsh, and said to cause immidiate paralylist(SP) and death if injected into the blood stream.

After many months of intense healing treatments by the best apothocary's in the land he slowly recovered, but the slurr never went away. He veiwed it as a wound worthy of a hero though, for he was injured by risking his life honorably for the Emperor.

A wolf howled in the background, and then everything was eerily quiet, save for the occasional gust of wind that would wisp the fog away. The patrol held still, even to the point of holding their own breath. Then the horses started to get jittery, as if something horrid were approaching.

Falx saw a face, bony with flesh hanging loosely off the elastic skin. It seemed to call to him, he trodded a few steps towards it. His horse clearly was trying to stear his master in another direction but it dared not turn on its own. The face's mouth started to mumble something, something that cause the hairs on the back of falx's neck to stand prickly.

Darius looked around and noticed Falx moving towards a heavy pillow of fog, "Falx! Come back here, now is no the time to get seperated!" No responce came, just a few more steps into the fog. Darius was screaming this time, "Knight! If you wish to come back alive turn around now!" Darius yelled as his face was bright red.

Something moved inside Falx's head, he heard something but it eluded his ears. Then he heard it again..."Falx!" it was faint, but someone was calling. He felt a hand on his shoulder and slowly he started to come back into reality. The face let out a gut wrenching scream!

[quote=LoneWolf]
Jonacin was angry, but he didn't lose his head. The mage had no right to cast a spell on him, but he coul settle scores later. Using a technique the ancient Blademaster who had been his teacher had shown him, he slowed and deepened his breathing, causing his chest to expand more than before and cracking the ice that encased him. He flexed other muschles, breaking more ice until he was free. He stamped his feet and moving about until he was warm, and then he retrieved his equipment from the blacksmith and hurried off after the blasted mage. Seeing her in the street ahead, he sped up until he had caught her. Grabbing her by the arm, he placed his sword at her throat and hissed into her ear "one false move and i slit your throat, mage. now, would you care to tell me why you just cast that spell on me? It was most irritating. Keep in mind, any funny business and you die, and i wont think twice about it"[/quote]

Serene didn´t dare to move, the sword pointing at her throat was incerdibly sharp, she could feel a thin stream of blood running from the tiny cut. She understood the rage of the redguard but knew she had to convince him that she cast the spell on him for his own benefit. The murder in the Tavern could cause some nasty riots if the slain man´s friends and relatives found out and so this brave redguard would be forced fight out a real vendetta, and that would be very sad, because there was a far better use for this man than being a fugitive for a senseless murder.

"Please!" she whispered, "Don´t hurt me, it was for your own good, now it´s obvious you got your punishment so there will be no more fuzz about it.I know your victim´s family and they´ll settle when they find out it was me who cast that spel on you, besides it didn´t hurt you to cool sown a bit did it?"
Serene tried to smile at the redguard in order to rise his disposition to her.

"My name is Serene by the way " she added,"And I assure you I am a very skilled mage......"

She turned to the man very slowly, so he wouldn´t think she was making some false move and thus cut her troat. She wanted to look him in the eyes.....convince him he could make use of her as she could make use of him....for the benefit for both of them.

She could feel the pressure of the sword diminish, obviously the big redguard had listened to her........

Chorrol, Cyrodiil Region

Arco walked out and headed against the cathedral, he took the path against Cyrodiil City. He didn't have any more buisness in Chorrol anymore, as he took the little path down to the main road. It wasn't that far to Cyrodiil he thought as he walked down the empty road.. He kept looking back at Chorrol and thought of the Nords, they would come after him he was sure they would. Those Nords wouldn't let Arco go off just like that. But Arco was kinda naiv, knowing that the Nords wouldn't be such a fight. Soon he could see the mighty walls of Cyrodiil City over the open field, as he entered the city it seemed quite empty. Not so many was out on the street this day as he noticed as he walked down the street.. Soon he could see a Reguard holding his blade against the throat of a Imperial woman.. Arco walked straight past them only a few feet away looking both of them right into the eyes, it looked like he didn't really care.

The Dunmer didn't have anything special against the Imperials even as they had comed unwelcome as he ment it, into Morrowind. Arco went up to the blacksmith not far away from the Imperial and Redguard, he started talking to the blacksmith, as he looked back several times at the Redguard and Imperial..
He gave over both his beloved Daedric Scimitars to the smith, showing some spots that had been damaged due to the epic fights he had been in over the years.. As the smith started working Arco just leaned back on a wall to a Imperial House not far from the smith just waiting in the shadows..

"Well Redguard, what are you waiting for...? Are you going to let this young woman die of age?" Arco said while he stood against the wall, resting his right hand on his Daedric Dagger..

Serene caught a glance of an approaching Dunmer as she tried to relief the pressure to her back due to the uncomfortable position she was in. "No meaning of crying for help" she thought, "let´s see how the redguard reacts"

Then she heard the Dunmer´s dark hoarse voice:
"Well Redguard, what are you waiting for...? Are you going to let this young woman die of age?"..............

"You attack a un-armed woman right on the street.. Do you have no respect or even thoughts of a fair fight?" The Dunmer said, waiting for the Redguard to act. If not he might need to help the woman..

" Well I cast a spell on him" Serene said slowly, trying to get away from the pointed sword. "He is a very brave man" she continued.

"My killing of that fool in the tavern was not murder. He was unhappy about the fact that I took a job on the same caravan is him on my way here, and he challenged me to a duel. We fought, I won. Your spell was an unwarranted attack, but against my better judgement I'll let you go" said Jonacin, lowering his sword, "but if you ever pull something liek that again, you will be in for a lot of trouble"

"Noow... Com'on give each other a hug" Arco replied giving of a little smile before he started to walk of against the centre of Cyrodiil to watch the statues..

"Please forgive me redguard," Serene said, bowing her head," maybe we can make some joint venture here, your skill with weapons and my magic...."

Serene saw the Dunmer walk away and heard his words about hugging eah other..

"So here´s my hand redguard" , she said, "are we friends now?"

Then she suddenly placeed a kiss on his dark cheek.............

"I find your propoal........................intriguing, Serene. And i do have a name; Jonacin. Try using it instead of calling me Redguard all teh time." he said, taking her hand.

"Ok Jonacin".....Serene looked at her small white hand in his big dark..and she felt a bit dizzy.....

"Where are you heading," she asked

Nowhere in particular, i just go where i feel like going. But lately i've had a sense of being..........pulled towards this city. I'm not sure why, but i have a feeling that if i stick around for a bit longer, i'll find out

" That´s strange", Serene said....I´ve had the same feeling", Did you notice the dunmer just passing? I wonder where he was heading, dunmers in the City is quite unusual...!

Cyrodiil City, Cyrodiil Region

Arco looked back at the Imperial and Redguard as they took each other hand. This was nothing like the Dunmer ever had done, much for his quite, cold hearted reputation he thought as he looked back at them. He didn't want to think much about it, it was nothing he thought as he entered the centre of Cyrodiil seeing the great statue of the Imperial Dragon, almost like it was in Ebonheart...

Arco walked down and satt on a bench in the centre, it was filled with statues and nice plants and grass almost like Mournholm he thought. He leaned forward looking down at the ground as he thought what he should do now... Where would he go now, he had been so lonly for all these years, travelling all around Tamriel seeking danger, finding few friends before losing his friends in battle. 'It didn't go anywhere, he would live like this for the end of Era' He looked up into the sky, as the sun was going down behinde the huge Adamantine Tower...

"Well, i've nothing better to do, let's follow him. He headed..........that way" said Jonacin, pointing towards the centre of the city

Serene and Jonacin walked towards the city-centre, still holding hands. She felt comfortable holding his hand because the City somewhat scared her, it was an unpleasant feeling in her spine.....there was something weird going on....and she didn´t know what it was,,,

As they walked towards the city centre, Jonacin noticed that Serene had tightened her grip on his hand and was looking decidedly nervous, as if the city itself frightened her. "Is something wrong?" he asked, "you look like there's something here scaring you quite a bit"

"Don´t you sense the evil?" she asked Jonacin, I feel it clearly. She clung tighter to Jonacin as they approached the town plaza. The weather had changed from sunlight to a dim reddish mist and the sky was much darker than an hour ago, No dragonflies were humming, the silence itself seemed threatening.

Serene stopped. "I´m afraid she said, "I´m not going any further, there´s something evil around, something that will hurt us".....

Arco looked how the sun went down before unleashing a red looking mist coming over and covering Cyrodiil.. He looked around, trying to stay calm but he knew something was wrong. Arco stood up before going back again, as he suddently could see the Redguard and Imperial standing holding each other hand and the Imperial looked quite nervous...

"I will rather go in if I were you..." Arco said as he walked past them going up to the smith, demanding his scimitars. For his luck the scimitars was finished and Arco walked to a Imperal House near a alley. He peeked in the window before unleashed a slash at the lock with his Daedric Scimitar and lunging a kick breaking open the door, he went in and was about to lock the door when we saw the Imperial and Redguard standing there...

"Ladies first..." he said holding the door open waiting... with his scimitars drawn and looking out into the empty streets.

Jonacin knew something was very wrong when the red mist appeared. He drew his katana, pushed Serene towards the door the Dunmer had just opened, telling her to run inside. Looking about warily e followed her slowly, his eyes constantly moving, alert for any threat. When he reached the door he pushed the Dunmer inside, and then followed him in, pulling the door shut behind him. "So who exactly are you, Dunmer?" he asked, looking at the Dunmer waiting for a response. He could see Serene from the corner of his eye, she looked terrified. "What is this mist?" he asked her, "and why has it got you all so scared?"

"Call me Arco.. And you are?" Arco said as he locked the door and looked up the stairs to see if there were anyone there, he was confused. Suddently this mist comes and everything just panics he thought, he satt down infront of the fire place before throwing some water on the fire...

He leapt over to the window and looked out into the streets, he couldn't see anyone. It was totally empty...

"I'm Jonacin, a Blademaster. So what brings you to Cyrodil, Arco?"

"Nothing... My instincts I dont know, its nothing we really need to talk about" Arco said to Jonacin before sitting down on a chair near the window, and looking at Serene...

"Ok, sure"
Jonacin looked over to Serene, he could see she was trembling badly. He went over and put his arm around her shoulders. "What's wrong Serene? We're safe in here", he said to her

"Doubt it... In all the years I've been travelling over Tamriel, killing beasts and escaping death this is something I never seen..." Arco said, he could clearly see something was wrong with Serene. Like she could feel or knew something we didn't...

"Stay here... Watch her, I will go out and have a look" Arco said standing at the door... "Lets not be naiv here, I will have a look around.. I wont be gone for long" Arco said before he drew his scimitars, he threw his Daedric Dagger over to Jonacin...

"Have this... Until I come back" The last thing they could see was Arco's cloak disappearing in the red mist and the door closing...

Jonacin looked from the Daedric dagger in his hand to the Daedric katana sheathed at his side. "Screw that" he said, tossing aside the dagger and drawing his katana. He got a seat and sat near the door, looking relaxed but ready to leap into action at a moments notice

Serene saw Arco the Dunmer go outside, she trembled, it was not safe in here, Jonacin and herself were in great danger, she could feel it....and Arco..she shrugged and hoped nothing would happen to him.

"Jonacin" she said "it´s that red mist...where the evil comes from...don´t ask, I just know it"

She crept into a corner and covered her face with her hands......

Jonacin could see that Serene was utterly terrified. He readied his sword and shield a stood by her, prepared to do battle with anything that entered the room, ready to sell his life dearly against any opponent in order to protect her.

Serene wasvery touched that Jonacin so clearly stood there ready to protect her, despite their rather odd first meeting, not anyone would be so nice towards someone that had cast a spell on them..

So she decided to charge the heavy artillery, the spells she barely used because of their cruelness......

She started mumble in order to rehearse the spells, Jonacin looked at her warily..he knew what she could do..
"Don´t worry Jonacin, i´m just preparing for some surprises for a possible unwanted visitor" Serene smiled at him as she was saying that....

Jonacin could hear Serene mumbling behind him, practicing here spells, she had said. Relieced that she wasn't too terrified to do anything, he relaxed slightly. Just then, a loud thumping was heard on the door. Readying his weapons, jonacin strode over to the door and placed his hand upon the handle. Before he opened it, he looked back at Serene to make sure she was ready for whatever might come through the door

Arco rushed against the city walls before leaping onto the stairs and running up keeping himself stealthy and low to the ground. He saw how the red mist started to disappear and rain started to fall as the night took over... He looked over the wall seeing something he had never seen in his whole life...

A huge Daedric Portal had rised right in the fields, fire, smoke and red lighting it looked like shooted out from the portal as he could see several Imperial Soldiers rushing up the fields with weapons drawn. He jumped up on the wall so he could leap down on the fields, but he desided not to. He could see anything...

(OOC: I'll edit, my oncle just came)

When the bump on the door was heard, Serene jumped to her feet, the spell was all ready in her head, her hands ready for action...sweat was running down her back, she was completely prepared for whatever would come through that door...Jonacin was also "en garde" and that pleased her..

"psst Jonacin", she whispered, "move 2 feet to the right, you do not want to be near the spell I´m planning to cast"

Jonacin nodded when he heard Serene's whisper, and then he simultaneously opened the door and threw himself to the right as a creature from the pits of Ovlivion burst through the doorway

"chan annwfn s fferedig asgre" shouted Serene as the creature burts into the door.....the ice that formed around it melted enough to render a huge cloud of vapour, which prevented the beast from seeing Serene and Jonacin, who immediately rushed at it, Jonacin with his Katana raised, to deliver a terrible blow, Serene preparing for the next spell....