OOC: and so it begins...

Rann

Rann trudged in the snow, his hood pulled far over his face to keep the snow off of it. He came upon Bruma's gate, and sighed with relief; the mojority of the trip was over. Unless, of course, the target had already left the city.

The countess had sent him once again to kill someone. This time it was a murderer. His target and another man had killed four children in Stendarr's Chapel in Chorrol. That was enough to make Rann's blood boil.

He stepped into Olav's Tavern and pulled up his sleeve; his tattoo was how the informant would recognize him.

Flogir, talking to Olav

"You wouldn't BELIEVE the price this Imperial was asking for these pair of shoes, Olav! Fifthteen septims. FIFTHTEEN!! I asked him if he was trying to rob me, which he replied in that snotty Imperial superiority way, "No." Hmph! Like I was going to let that go. So ya know what I did?" Flogir asked Olav, whose answer was a blank look.

"I told him they're 25 septims, take it or leave it, really emphasising "take it" mind you. And he took 'em ha!" he said, slamming the table in mirth.

A cold gust of wind caught his attention towards the doorway. He noticed the man that trudged in was exposing a tattoo. Realising it was time to get to work, Flogir excused himself from Olav and waved over at the tattooed man.

Rann

Rann covered his arm again upon noticing the nord. He motioned to a table in the back corner of the tavern and sat down in it, waiting for the informant to follow.

Rahvin

Rahvin, on the other hand needed no informant. He had followed the second murderer all the way from Chorrol. The man had managed to stay one step ahead if him so far, but that was about to end.

The man had taken refuge in Leyawiin, more specifically, the Five Claws Lodge. This would be an easy catch.

Flogir

Flogir finished off his mug of ale before heading to the back table where his corespondant awaited him. Serious matters were to be discussed and Flogir felt quite certain the man didn't have the time for idle chit chat.

He pulled out the chair opposite of the man and sat down, giving him a level look. He offered his hand.

"The name's Flogir. I hear you want some information."

Rann

"I'm...Sel." he lied, shaking the man's hand. "I need to know about an imperial man coming from Chorrol. The one that kills children."

OOC: I won't be around until later tonight. I'm going to go hang out with some friends.

Flogir

Flogir grimaced sourly on the topic of information after shaking the mer's hand. He knew about this character arriving in town.

"Killing children... What is the world coming to," he muttered to himself.

He turned his attention back to the Dark Elf.

"The guy you're looking for is hiding out in the basement of one of his friend's place. The friend is Dovram Rels. His house is to the left of the Jerall View Inn, bottom level."


OOC: No problem, I gotta closeup at work anyways now. And I just realised I've been referring to (basically) a Dark Elf as a man (eek!), I'll remember to call him a mer now. Also, since Flogir has lived in Cyrodil all his live, he doesn't have much of a Nordish accent

Flint Ironwood, nearing Chorrol.

A lone wagon rolled forward over the highway. Its lone occupant was a Breton in his late forties. He whistled a simple tune while enjoying the breeze. With an odd smile, he looked at the wares behind him. Two katanas lie on top of a black pile of clothes.

"If you don't use it anymore. Sell it. It is the best piece of work you ever made. Besides, you're too old to run around getting your head knocked off." Flint smiled as he remembered the words his wife had spoken. They were true, yet it still felt odd to sell his old gear. His thoughts wandered off to the bussiness he would do at Chorrol. With some luck, he could get a good deal.
"I will miss my stuff. Yup, a man just loves his sword. Even more when has got two."


Luper Alkad, Skyrim border.

A lone man walked casually through the snow. The air formed a frosty cloud as it left his lungs. He stopped in front of a door placed in the side of a mountain.
,,I know you're in here! Open the door now!" He shouted. There was no answer.

The man displayed a preditorial grin.
"This is going to be fun." He thought to himself as he placed his shoulder against the securely locked door. He pushed and the wood buckled under his strength. He stepped over the remains of the door and looked at the three Nords standing before them.
,,Are you Korhim, also known as the Leinlalten plague? I hate to dissappoint you, but your medicine has arrived." The Darkskinned man said smugly.

The Nord who was known as Korhim laughed.
,,My medicine? You and what army?" He boomed. Luper revealed his grin once more as his right hand rose to point at Korhim's heart.
,,I am my own army. And that line was old back in the time of Nerevar Indoril." He replied. A thin stream of fire shot from his hand and punched through the Nord, coming out of his back and drilling a hole in the rock wall. The Nord sank to the ground, death before he realized what had hit him.
,,As for you two, clean up this mess and then go back to drinking in the taverns." Luper informed the death Nord's companions before swiftly turning around and leaving.

Outside, he yawned.
"Where is the challenge? I can take these simple thugs silenced, drunk, blinded, hands tied to my back and paralyzed."

Satyana, at home in Chorrol

"Ah crap! It´s no use, I can´t concentrate on this anyway" Satyana muttered and closed the book. She rose to her feet and did some stretching to loosen up her muscles.

"Maybe I should go for a walk"

She knew perfectly well it might not be safe walking around downtown this late but just now she didn´t care, she was convinced she could look after herself......she thought she might go outside town to practise that ghastly spell .....

Satyana put on a thick woolen coat, the weather had gotten worse, snow was falling and a cold wind blew around the buildings as she entered the dark street. Thus it was refreshing...

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol.

Flint arrived at Chorrol just before the gates were closed. He looked around at the buildings rising up into the air.
,,First things first. Let's find a place to spend the night." He muttered to himself as he made the wagon move again.

Satyana walking the streets of Chorrol

Satyana heard the sounds of a wagon.....it did not scare her but she wondered who on Nirn would arrive in the city this late. Chorrol usually was a very quiet town, not many visitors were coming.

She stopped for a while; yes the wagon was coming her way. Curiosity made her step out into the street a bit further, just to have a look.....

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol

Flint saw how someone approached. His old thief instincts kicked in at first but he soon dismissed them. He was sensing curiosity, not a threat. He halted the wagon and waved at the young woman.
,,Hello there. I was just wondering, do you perhaps know a place where I can rent a room for the night?" He asked cheerfully. What he didn't saw, where the two Thieves guild members sneaking in from behind.


(So, should Flint mistake her for Brianna?)

OOC: Why not? She kinda resembles her mother, tall slender with hair that glowes red in the light from the lanterns!

Satyana, Chorrol

The wagon stopped by her side and she noticed someone waving at her, then asking her about accomodations in the city.

"Hail to ser, well there is the Gray Mare Inn of course....but they might be fully booked by now due to the festivities this coming weekend...then there is the Lokken Tavern ....just turn left at the corner here....by the way I´m going there right now so you could follow me if you like!"

Satyana was cheerful, the man sounded nice and she was in for a talk right now after spending almost the entire day alone in her chambers, studying


OOC:yeah yeah I don´t know any Taverns in Chorrol so I made this one up!

Rann

Rann nodded. "He won't be killing anyone else." he said flatly. He placed a bulging bag of coins on the table. "From my employer. I don't know you, you don't know me."

That last part was very important; if the Countess of Bruma knew that Countess Valga was going out of her jurisdiction in doling out justice, there would be a pretty large rift in Cyrodiil. A rift that the weakening Empire couldn't handle.

He didn't give or recieve a farewell from Flogir, he merely stood and left, going straight for the target's hiding place. If he was lucky, he'd get back to Chorrol in time for the feast.

Rahvin

Rahvin stepped into the inn, not caring for stealth at the moment. He didn't want to perform the task in an inn.

"How much for a room?" he asked the innkeeper.

"Thirty gold for the night."

Rahvin fiddled around in his pockets until he found the coins. He handed them over in exchange for a room key. He gave a description of his target to the innkeeper and asked where he was staying. She told him what room he was in.

"Have a good night." he told her before going down the hall towards his own room. He had the perfect plan. One that exploited Imperial Law for his own purposes.

Veric

So there are two possible outcomes in the prophecy. he thought to himself, pouring over the pages of the ancient book. It is the choice of the three children. They can join me or oppose me, and that determines the outcome...

He sighed, and instantly changed his appearance to that of Haldin's. Or, more specifically, what Haldin looked like twenty years ago. The man's image was burned into his mind. He was the last person he had seen in twenty years.

OOC: I'm going out again. Be back later tonight.

Flogir

Flogir took the bag of coins quickly, and tied it to his waist belt. By the time he had it fastened and he looked up once more, the Dark Elf was all ready walking out the door.

"Good luck," he whispered.

He decided that he would spend the night in Bruma, then take his business elsewhere. Now that he had met with his correspondant, there wasn't much point in sticking around. Business generally wasn't as good up here.

At least, there were always exceptions.



Voltar, at his hideaway north of Anvil along the coastline

Voltar poured through the pages of a rather large book, eyes rapidly scanning the pages, searching for the answers he wanted. He felt so close to discovering what was needed to be done.

He knew he had the tools necessary, now that he possessed the Staff of Worldly Demise, of which he kept nestled between the crook of his arm. Now he needed only to implement his skills correctly and thus would he create a very powerful union.

Soon..., was all he could repeat in his mind.

Rann

Rann came upon the house, and he crept around the outside of it, peeking through the windows to see where its inhabitants were. There were some lanterns burning, but he didn't see anyone.

Must be in the cellar. he thought to himself.

He deftly picked the lock on the front door, and once inside he put out all the lanterns. He didn't want any outsiders seeing a person killed through a window.

He made his way to the cellar door, which was also locked. With a bit more effort this time, he picked the lock and slowly opened the door.

Rahvin

Rahvin never actually went inside his room. He stood in the hallway, waiting for the patrons to start coming from the common area to their beds. He could find a likely helper among them.

"Hey, you." he said to a young breton about his son's age. "I'll give you a hundred gold to tell the guards that a murderer from Chorrol is in that room right there." he said, pointing to the room. Rahvin pulled out his coin pouch and handed the breton twenty pieces. "The rest will come when you do it. Meet me in my room once the guards leave."

He breton took the coins and ran off. Rahvin knew there was a chance that he would take the gold and run, but a person that young would do almost anything for a hundred gold.

Flint Ironwood, chorrol.

,,I'll try this Lokken tavern. Thank you, Brianna." Flint said when the woman got close enough for him to recognize. He fell silent right after.
"Wait, did I just call her Brianna? No, this isn't her. It's been twenty years, Brianna couldn't possibly be this young. But the resemblance is eerie."

The thieves now crouched at the back end of the wagon.


Luper Alkad, Leinlalten.

Luper had just collected his pay and left the city. He saw the ruins of the original Leinlalten just over a nearby hill.
"Whoever did that must have been one big Cliffracerfreak."

He turned south, towards Cyrodiil. According to a few rumours, there was some festival coming soon. A party sounded like fun. He took off at a quick pace.

Amrita, chorrol.

Amrita smiled as she walked through the streets of Chorrol. People were so easy to scare away if one onl had a good piece of steel with you.

Without a second thought the young woman entered the tavern. She had a god feeling that something would happen here soon, so she drew her hood over her head, and sat down in a dark corner, listening to conversations, while her greip around one of her concieled daggers fastened.

Rann

Rann crept down the stairs to the cellar. There was a dim glow in the cellar, due to the glow of a single candle slowly burning itself out. His target slept comfortably on a mattress that was thrown on the floor.

Rann pulled a dagger from his belt and crept closer. He whispered in the man's ear, "Die, bastarde."

No sooner had the said the words than a dagger found its way across the murderer's neck. With his grim duty done, Rann went back up the stairs and exited the house through a window.

He ran out of the city unseen. Nobody would know of the murder for at least an hour or two.

Rahvin

It didn't take long for three guards to appear in the hallway telling him loudly to 'stand back'. He did so, and watched the scene unfold.

The man didn't have enough gold to pay the fine, as Rahvin expected, so he had no choice but prison. The guards bound him with iron shackles and began escorting him away. They exited the inn and were walking outside in the dark city.

Rahvin waited awhile before following. He got ahead of the group unseen, running silently behind houses and businesses. He hid in an alley ahead of them, waiting.

When the guards and his target got close enough, he threw a dagger. It hit its mark, burying itself in the man's eye.

The guards panicked, ordering a search, but Rahvin was already halfway out of the city. Once he reached the forest, nobody could find him.

Jonathon Constantine

"Thirty septims?!are you flipping mad Joric?" The big burly Nord simply nodded is head, showing no sign of swaying in his deal. "Curse the Nine! There just a pair of old boots man. Or, wait, are Nords men? Anyways thats trifling 'nother matter. Do you understand that I've no boots, and that I've been wearing this flimsy sandals up in this damnable frigid.. waist land that you call home? No.. no, what do you care, your all holed up in this nice warm shop, unaffected by how the Count wishes to treat us common folk like garbage!"

The Nord simply shrugged, "Do you have the thirty septims or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"

Within moments Jonathan was face first in the snow outside the shop, devoid of any shoe. "honoured user just trying to bring the proletariat down.." He mumbled to himself as he trudged down the frosty streets of Bruma.

Satyana, at Lokken Inn, Chorrol

She stared at the man....

"Did he call just call me Brianna?....That´s...that´s unbelievable! Did he know my mother?

"Ehhrrmm....Ser....My name is Satyana, but my real mother´s name was Brianna...She died when I was born..But...but did you by any chance know her?"

Satyana trembled severely, she never knew her biological mother, but Grandma Serene hed told her about Brianna the mage who together with a couple of men and women ran for her life. Satyana had just heard fragments of their flight but one thing was certain, Brianna did not survive the birth of her child.

Now this stranger called her `Brianna`that meant he probably met her mother, because she had been that kind of person; if you once met her you remembered her!

Satyana put her hand on the stranger´s arm

"Please tell me, did you meet my mother?"

Then she spotted a shadow beneath the wagon....

"Watch it!" she screamed "There´s someone behind you"


OOC: Satyana to the rescue? If you disapprove Jack, I´ll edit!

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol.

Flint had realized his slip-up.
,,Well, I..." He bit off his reply to jump off the wagon and spin around. In a whirl of Magicka, a Daedric bow with matching arrow took shape.
,,Get away from my goods, now! If you want to steal it, fine. Just wait till I've sold it, ok?" He snapped at the two would-be thieves who wisely ran off to search easier prey. Daedric weapons had a bad reputation among those without any armour.

Flint sighed as he allowed the bow and arrow to vanish.
,,Yeah, I knew Brianna. I just didn't know she died after birth. Last time I saw her, she appeared to be sleeping. It must have happened after I left." He spoke as he turned to Satyana.
,,Now I see. You do look like her child. One of the three. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. Flint Ironwood, smith by trade." He continued with a bow.



(No, I don't disaprove. I was actually rather hoping that Satyana would notice the thieves. If not, I would have let Flint chase them. Now, does she know that she's not Brianna's only child?)

Satyana

"Three???, Oh great divines.....Are you telling me I have two siblings?"

Satyana looked at Flint..then her eyes turned upwards and the world turned black around her and she fell to the ground unconscious..



OOC: As you now understand, Satyana had no idea that she is one of three! Now it´s getting interesting

Flint Ironwood, Lokken Tavern in Chorrol.

Flint looked down on the fallen woman.
,,Oh, this is just great. I meet Brianna's daughter and I cause trouble again. Way to go, Flint." He told himself angrily. He then picked up Satyana and put her in his wagon.
,,Looks like I'll be paying for two rooms tonight."

The Lokken tavern fortunately wasn't full and Flint parked his wagon at the back. He put Satyana in the bed of one room and then brought his goods to the other room. He locked the door behind him and went to Satyana's room where he sat down at the bed and patiently waited for her to regain consciousness.



(Naughty Flint! )

OOC: It seems things are ready for the next day, so I'm going to start Flogir's day. If your characters are still doing stuff in the night, then just ignore this until it's appropriate.

Flogir

Flogir woke early in the morning to the patrons of the Inn talking with each other. Curious, he asked the nearest person, a Breton, what was going on.

"The town guard found someone murdered in the basement of Dovram's home!" the Breton exclaimed.

Flogir could barely suppress a smile, yet he was able to change his smile to a solemn expression. "That's terrible. Who is it?"

"They don't know, the guard is trying to find Dovram but he's seemed to have disappeared. It's very odd," the Breton answered.

"Well, we'll just have to just in the town guard in figuring this out. I don't think we'll need to fear anything, though," Flogir said in a comforting manner. "I have to be off; I need to leave right away if I intend to get to the shindig in Chorrol in time. I have a feeling I can make a few good sales there."

With that, Flogir gathered up his things and left Olav's to prepare his journey to Chorrol. It wasn't until he was well down the road from Bruma that he showed his happiness that Sel was successful.

Satyana, waking up

Satyana slowly regained consciousness, but seemed rather dizzy and could not focus at first. Then she turned her head and noticed the strange man sitting beside her on....a bed! Apparently he brought her into some room..She felt a sting of fear, but then again he must have been sitting beside her for quite some time. The room was rather dark....Satyana then remembered what made her faint in the first place....

Three babies! So she obviously was not a single child! Why didn´t Serene tell her that? What was the reason to hida such a fact?

"Serjo! " Satyana turned to the man beside her, " Tell me about my mother ..."

She sat up on the bed, tucked the blanket tighter around her and prepared for a long night


OOC: got to go now, work tomorrow! good night!

Flint Ironwood, telling a story.

Flint nodded while his face frowned in deep thought.
,,Hmm, well it all started when A Skyrim lord called Agnar wanted to kill a rival of his, Jadier and his son Gormund. Brianna was in the service of this Jadier. Jadier died but his son escaped with his friends, including your mother. Agnar then hired assassins to go after them. I have to admit to my shame that I was one of those assassins though I bailed out the moment I realized we were doing an assassination here. I ran off and joined up with your mother's group."

Flint paused for a moment.
,,Agnar died later. With their source of payment gone, the assassins either left us or joined up. We then got to find out that Agnar wasn't the bad guy and that Jadier hadn't been the real target. Brianna was the target, and it was because some Breton called Veric wanted to kill her to prevent her children's birth. We ran all the way from Skyrim to Bruma where you and your sister and brother were born. Veric arrived at the same time so we couldn't escape. Don't ask me how, but somehow we managed to beat him. Not even a single bit of ash remained."

Flint gulped, now came the hard part.
,,I don't know about the timing, but it was good. Some girl named Salina arrived and took off with your sister. I don't know why really. Anyway, we decided to split you up for your own safety. Your brother went with a young Dunmer called Rahvin while you went with your grandmother. I myself went back to High Rock to start my own family. I thought that Brianna had come with you, till now."
He looked Satyana straight in her familiar eyes.
,,You are not an only child. You can blame us for what we did but we don't regret our choice. As for Brianna, I never really knew her that well. You should ask Serene when you next meet her. She'll know."



(And I'm off to bed. Wow, that was a long story. I hope I got things right.)

Rann

Rann had run almost all night as far as he could before finally collapsing in a cave that was closer to Chorrol than Bruma. He fell asleep almost instantly as the exhaustion overwhelmed him. He figured he was far enough away from Bruma to be free from any suspicion. Nobody knew who he was or that he had even been in Bruma. Except, of course, the informant. That helped him sleep fairly well.

Rahvin

Rahvin headed through thick forest, heading northwest towards Bravil. He knew it wouldn't take more than a couple of days travel on foot, and luckily he had left his horse in Bravil, making the journey take even less time.

Jonathan Constantine

"Rotten honoured user.. Whats he think I'm made of money or something?" Jonathan stood brooding by one of the Bruma gates, he was shaken out of his pouting by a nudge on his shoulder. "Aww, Lila, well I suppose if I have you everything is alright?" John was almost wistful that the horse would answer, companions were short now-a-days. After all, being a thief, rogue, robber, drunk, horse thief, gambler, hilly-nilly"--That one was his favorite, earned after he manage to... liberate a couple bottles of brandy from this old ladies kitchen.--poacher and a generally all-round ladies man, which usually only seemed to murder his reputation wherever he went. "Bastards just don't understand."

"So deary, where to now?" He rubbed the soft under belly of the horse, at twelve hands high she was a beaut. Carefully groomed in all, and as graceful any 'pure' Cyrodillic breed. They became close companions during his return trip to his father's stead, and near inseparable. "I'm thinking Chorrol.. Why? Oh, I don't know, possibly my british boat won't be frozen down there. Maybe I could find some shoes?" One glance at Lila's hooves made Jonathan change his prior statement, "Or rather maybe we could find some shoes." The horse snorted indescribably, blinking her big black eyes.

As the two clopped their way outside the gates Jonathan finalized the decision. Chorrol would be good.. and hopefully warm.

Rann

Rann woke up the next day at about noon. Grumbling to himself about sleeping too much, he got dressed again and started back towards Chorrol.

After entering the city, he headed straight for the castle to report to Countess Valga. He noted his father's horse, and couldn't believe that he had getten here first. He entered the throne room to see that Rahvin was already there, speaking with the countess. Both of them turned to regard him as he came in, both asking the same question, thought it was unspoken.

"It's done." he said in answer.

The countess nodded, "Without being seen?"

Rann nodded.

"Good." she answered. "Now I have business to attend to. I'll see you both at the feast tomorrow."

Neither Rann nor Rahvin bowed upon exiting, as was customary; they were too familiar with and to important to the countess for her to complain much about it.

"So what are you doing today?" he heard his father ask.

Rann shrugged. "I don't know. I figure I'll back to my house and get cleaned up before anything else."

"You love saying 'my house' don't you?" Ravhin asked with a laugh.

"Beats saying 'your house'." he retorted before parting ways to go towards his house.

Rahvin

Rahvin was left chuckling as he walked down the road, towards the Lokken Inn. He could always get the best deal on brandy there.

Flogir

The journey from Bruma to Chorrol was pleasant despite the cold. Flogir spent the trip admiring the scenery as the mountains of the Jeralls slowly turned into lush forest as he approached Chorrol. If he left his mind to wander, it would only bring back upsetting memories that would ruin his day.

It'll be interesting to see if there's anything to dig up in Chorrol, Flogir thought to himself, always hoping for something to possible sell. At the moment though, with the payment from Sel, he wasn't in any desparate need.

I think I'll donate some of this to the Orphan and Widows Fund at the Chapel in Chorrol, he mused as the walls of Chorrol began to form in the distance.

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint stood up.
,,You probably need some time to think and be alone. If you need me, I'm downstairs with a bottle of Flin. Don't worry about the payment for the room, I took care of that." He told Satyana.
Downstairs, Flint dropped on a stool. He raised his hand to catch the Barkeep's attention.
,,One Flin, please."

Satyana unable to get back to sleep

Satyana pondered for some time about what the strange man just told her. It made the picture of her past a bit more clear but also more confusing. Jadier for instance....which role did he play in this? Could it be him who was her father? Satyana decided it was no point in tossing and turning in this bed anymore, she needed to talk more with the nice stranger, besides she was thirsty and it so happened she was in a Tavern so....

She went downstairs, there was the stranger sitting at the bar sipping some drink. Satyana approached him silently and sat down beside him.

"Ragnar, a glass of comberry-juice please" she addressed the big Nord behind the bar. Ragnar was a good friend of hers, he owned the bar and since Satyana always got him new customers by recommendatins he was quite fond of the young girl.

"Hail stanger" she turned to Flint, since you now know me a bit, I think it would be appropriate if you maybe would tell me your name....

"I think I mentioned my name is Satyana" she continued politely....

Flint Ironwood, drinking.

Flint smiled and bowed.
,,I believe I informed you that my name is Flint Ironwood, smith by trade. It must have slipped your mind due to the shock I gave you. I apologize for that. Nice to meet you, Satyana."

Jonathan Constitine

Clop, clop, clop, clop.. "Damnable sound is about to drive me bonkers, oh hey, isn't that the Imperial City? Yep.. Thats that tower.. not sure what it does, wonder who lives there? Oh duh, the emperor..."

"Deary could you please stop the "clopping"?" Jonathan patted the horse behind her ear, her neigh was a weary one. Not a tired one, but a 'By the Nine when is this blasted trip going to be over' neigh. "Oh don't worry, we'll be in Chorrol eventually, no rush anyways.. No job after all.." He paused for a moment swat away an insect attempting to steal his blood, "..No food either.. We've got to fix that one deary? Oh sure, you can eat grass but what about me? I'd look incredibly silly if I had my british boat up in the air and my face in the dirt munching on a bit growth."

The scenery had finally changed from the chilly, ugly climate of the north and finally turned into that of the Great Forest. A prayer was said to the earth spirits for safe passage and good speed. Jonathan never embraced the Nine ideology, and found the Deadric Worshipers not quite fancy company either. In fact what he followed was more along the line of the Dunmer's ancestor worship, however a bit more mundane and a few less ghosts. "Creepy buggers" He mumbled, then to himself another prayer, a bit more sincere then the first, "Häncstó eben óten heten pïritssá foén hëten andlá ndäën héten ïráën, eepcë äfésá ouryó hildca ndáën arborhí suén äfesë assagëpá."

Jonathan held his repeater crossbow at the ready whilst descending into the darkening canopy.

Rahvin

Rahvin had been about to sit down at the bar when he saw a familiar face. Flint? He didn't really see the woman he was talking to, all he saw was her eyes. Purple ones.

Instead of appraoching them and making himself known, he slowly turned around and walked back out of the tavern.

He stood beside the door leaning against the wall, trying to figure out what it meant. Were they looking for him, Rann, both, or neither? For what purpose?

What was her name? Saryana? I think that was it. Maybe she is just wanting to meet her brother?

He didn't want to be found. He had almost forgotten that part of his life. Being separated from both his body and the woman he loved weren't exactly his fondest memories. He found himself forgetting about the brandy as he slowly headed back towards his house.

Flogir, pulling into Chorrol

Flogir slowed down his mule as he examined the terance just on the otherside of the entrance gates. He always felt a sense of humbleness and sincerity whenever he visited Chorrol. It was an atmosphere he was particulary fond on.

He gaze fell upon a wagon hitched up by the Lokken Inn and Tavern. His merchant's eye easily told him it belong to a fellow merchant.

"Hmm, perhaps I can strike a deal of some sorts with the owner of that wagon. If not, I'm sure he or she wouldn't mind sharing a drink or five," Flogir said to himself chuckling as he reined in the mule outside the inn.

After securing cart, and tending the mule, he entered the Lokken Inn.


Ahhh the din of a tavern.., Flogir thought as he casually surveyed his surroundings. Noticing an empty barstool, he decided to make that his seat.

"An ale if you will good barkeep!" Flogir said heartily, dropping a few septims onto the table.

Satyana

"That was strange......did you notice?" Satyana looked at Flint in astonishment "Did you see that man, the Dunmer who just came in....approached the bar, then his eyes kinda met mine for a second or two, and it made him turn pale, you know how dunmers look like when they´re pale...like dirty ice....and..and he looked at me as if he´d seen a ghost..then he just...left!"

Satyana shook her head.....something about that Dunmer just got right into her stomach...so weird

That man....I´m sure there´s something about him that is of importance.....but I can´t figure out what, does he know me? Obviously he doesn´t want to be recognised...whoever he is, and I´ll respect that...for now

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint scanned the room. The Dunmer Satyana spoke of was long gone.
,,I bet it’s nothing. If he comes back, feel free to warn me.”
Flint looked around once more but failed to find anything interesting.

Satyana

"I better be heading back home" Satyana said "I´ll have to study some more before I´ll go to the castle...see I´m one of those who would prepare the food for the feast tomorrow!"

Satyana rose to her feet , planted a kiss on Flint´s cheek, saying: "Bye dear, and thank you for taking care of me, hope to see you at the party tomorrow, it´s up by the big castle, you can´t miss it..oh and just tell the guards you´re friends with Satyana, then they´ll let you in!"

Flint Ironwood, Lokken Tavern.

Flint bowed his head.
,,Thank you very much for leading me to this tavern. I'll be sure to show up tomorrow." He promised and watched her go.

Emptying the last of his Flin, Flint got up and left for his room.
"Maybe I should get past the guards without telling them? Just like the old days."

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


Dalrus came woke up up from her nap early in the afternoon. She had been exausted because at about one a group of nords came in ordering a ton of drinks. She walked down stairs and was greeted by a big hug, of course Ragnar.

"Enjoy your sleep?" he asked laughingly and kissing her on the head like a father might do.

"Very much so, though i could have used another three days after having to throw all those nords out" she smiled. Her hair was frizzy fom sleeping on the very soft pillows at the Lokken so she tied it up into a messy pony tail/bun. Her smooth unblemished skin was tan, unusual for it had not been sunny for a long time. She was not very average for an imperial, unusually beautiful and exotic, it was of course the dunmer pigment along with her majority imperial heritage. This made the perfect tan. Customers often enjoyed coming into the bar, men for obvious reasons, and Dalrus had gotten used to being hit on. It was almost a joke with her and Ragnar.

Ragnar had taken her in when she had no money or expirience working. She had been working for nearly a year now and the nice tavern owner had given her a room down stairs all to herself. He was the father-like figure she had never had, her father had never been good to her.

"There you go" she said handing a small bosmer his drink.

"Th..thanks miss" he said trying to keep his eyes away from her chest. She rolled her eyes and smiled to herself as she walked to the back to get some more comberry brandy. She walked past Ragnar on his way to the front with some freshly made bread.

"Oh i forgot to ask you" she said suddenly stopping on her way to the back. "Have you seen Satyana, i wanted to ask her if she was doing anything this sundas" Dalrus said to Ragnar

"Why yes she was just in this morning" he said kindly.

"If she comes in while im out training with the mages guild can you let her know i wanted to see her?" she asked him,

"Of course" ragnar said in an over enthusiastic manner

"Thanks so much" she said laughing and continuing on her way to the storage room.

Satyana

Satyana sat at her desk, trying to get some studying done....but it was fruitless....she just couldn´t focus on alchemical synthesis....she kept thinking of the story Flint had told her earlier.

So I do have a sister and a brother....he said my sister was taken by some .....woman, but my brother, where can he be? What is he doing? Does he know he´s got a sister? Or rather two sisters? And why did never Serene tell her about this? What is the catch? There must be one....Serene always was very clear and honest about things

She continously walked back and forth.......

" No way" she said to herself "This is no good..I´ve got to talk to someone, and that right away!"

She put on her coat and headed for the Lokken, she knew there would be someone she could confide in.....hopefully Dalrus....she must be back by now...oh what joy! Dalrus was one of her very best friends.

Satyana ran through the streets of Chorrol.....towards Lokken Tavern.


"Dalrus! You´re back!!!" Satyana yelled in sheer joy as she entered the Tavern....

She embraced her frien warmly and performed a little dance on the floor, which amused the few guests a lot

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


"Satyana!" she said running over to her and laughing as she danced. She gave her a warm hug. Satyana had truley been a blessing for Dalrus. They had been friends for a while now and Dalrus considered her the best friend someone could have.

"I wanted to ask you about something, but apparently what you have to say is more important, judging by your dance" she said laughing.

"So what is it you wanted to say?" she said sitting down at one of the counter chairs. Ragnar walked by and gave a smile of acknowledgment to Satyana as he walked by.

Flogir, in Lokken Tavern

Flogir turned to the proprietor, Ragnar. "So what's this? We get entertainment with our drinks now?," he said chuckling, nodding his head in the direction of a dancing lady who was talking to one of the waitresses.

Ragnar chuckled as well. "She's a regular. A good friend of Dalrus there."

"Ahh..." said Flogir as he returned to his ale.

Satyana

"Oh Dalrus.....I met that extraordinary man last night...ehh Flint Something...and he seemed to know about me..he even called me Brianna, my real mother´s name!...and he told me I have a brother and a sister....Now what puzzles me is why Serene never told me this...You who are so wise and clever Dalrus....could you come up with an explanation to this?"

Satyana sighed......hoping for some counsel from her best friend


OOC: bedtime!

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

"Thats impossible, there why would Serene lie to you? My grandmother knew Serene and always talked about her in a great light" she said thinking. "Brianna, though not a popular name, is possibly another person, a coincidence. Tamriel is a big place, maybe its a mistake" Dalrus was calculating the posibility of this.

"If we could get flint to come here then maybe we could ask him somthing that only, someone who would really know you, could answer" she said half unsure herself. "I bet i could convince him" she said letting her hair fall in a sexy cascade(slow motion fall).

Ian, Ian's house, Imperial City

Ian was busy getting his gear together; the call to adventure was flowing through his aging veins. Athough still young, he was nearing the age of becoming sensei and retiring to the dojo that he had been brought up so many years ago. But he was still capable of fighting and of fufilling contracts.

Ian groaned and went through the acrobatic movements that he used to relax. "Time to go," he said to himself. He donned his robes, and slung his bow. Ian strode from his home in the Talos Plaza toward the Market District. One of the guards he passed bowed his head slightly, and continued his rounds. For better or worse, the Imperial City was- had been- his home for several years, and after resting for the last week, Ian was ready for another adventure. He absently lit a hackle-lo and puffed it thoughtfully. Time to speak to an old friend.....

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint woke up next morning after a good nap.
,,Ah, a brand new day. Now what should I do for today? Hmm, I’ll just take care of my priorities first. Breakfast.”
Flint headed downstairs where he bought a loaf of bread and a bottle of flin. He waved at Satyana for a moment before sitting down in a quiet corner.



(By the way, Flint is married in case you're wondering.)

Satyana

Satyana noticed Flint waving at her and gave im a cheerful smile....

Maybe I could convince him as well.....

She really wanted to believe what Dalrus was telling her but she knew better.....Flint definitely had knowh her mother, he had told the truth...that´s for sure...anyway there really was no time for pondering about the past, Dalrus had been happy to see her and she felt that her friend also wanted to ask her something or tell her something...she could tell from the way Dalrus shook her beautiful hair and moved her body...

"So my dear", she said in a low voice, "You wanted to say something?"


In ger mind she was already planning the menu for the feast.....it must be something special, the Countess had been crystal clear about that...Some important guests were expected and she also wanted to pay gratitude to some of her employees....at least that was what she had told Satyana just the other day...

Satyana knew the Countess had some special "staff" whom she had the greatest confidence in, she never told who those men were but gave some faint hints that they were very special to her.

Anyway, Satyana was happy to work for the Countess who paid well and treated her fair, so if the Lady wanted to have her secrets it was ok....Satyana wouldn´t mind. Thus she was determined to protect her benefactor in every way.....she knew some really powerful magic....

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

"Well" she said in a distracted voice as she tried to put her hair back up. "I was wondering if you have any freetime, i mean before the festival, remember we planned to go visit Prior Turenel at Weynon Priory? I know you must be busy but he said he had something for us." she said circling Satyana in a impatient kid type manor. "It will be our only chance to get out of the city before the festival, i will be setting up the ale booth, and you will be doing countess errands."