Flogir

"Pleasure to meet you as well, Flint," Flogir said cordially.

"So you're a smith, eh? Would you care if I have a look at your wares? Perhaps we could make a deal of some sorts?" He said, eyeing the contents of Flint's wagon with interest.

Rahvin

Rahvin realized that he had hurt Satyana, but sat for a good while trying to decide on what he should do about it. After an annoying Imperial asked him about the feast and then left with Dalrus, he finished off his brandy and walked outside with his pipe.

He didn't have to look far to see Satyana speaking with a bosmer. He stood politely to the side, waiting to speak, as he puffed on his pipe.

Ian, Chorrol town square

Ian glanced around and spotted a couple of mer standing alongside a black horse....... But right now he didn't think this scene should garner his attention, he was going to meet with the Countess. Castle Chorrol hadn't changed much in almost twenty years, the guards in the great hall studied him for a moment and them stood straighter. It must be my clothing, I'll have to remember that next time. The countess' herald stepped forward and seemed to recognize him, and beckoned him forth toward the throne......

Satyana

As Satyana was speaking with the kind bosmer, she felt the smell of tobacco.....and in the corner of her eye she noticed that Rahvin had come out of the tavern and just stood there puffing his pipe..All of a sudden her heart started beating a bit faster, but she decided not to show that she noticed him not yet anyway.

"Oh mister you just come to the castle at loredas eve....I´ll give the guards your name and tell them you´re invited by me! I have to work that night you see, I´m one of the cooks! But you are so welcome!" She fired off one of her most ravishing smiles at the bosmer

Then she turned and looked at Rahvin....she just looked at him, then she tried a smile....a smile that made her look more beautiful than she knew of....Satyana actually had no idea about how gorgeous she really looked, her first priority was always what good she could do to others. That´s also the reason why she is easy to hurt...

"Rahvin?" she said in a very low voice.....and hoped he´d heard her

Flint Ironwood

Flint stepped to the side.
,,Sure, be my guest." He told Flogir.

Sodsa, stables

"Well I thank you, you are to kind." Sodsa looked over at Rahvin, "Well, uh, I guess this is were i take my leave, I wouldn't want to in in anythings way." Sodsa smiled at Satyana and left for the Tavern itself, nodding to Rahvin in the way out of the stable.

She's nice, that better not be the guy who hurt her, well i'll be in the Tavern if need be I guess.

Rann

"The guards are too busy what with the feast coming up. You have to play messenger boy now. Just find your father and tell him the countess needs him." the herald told him. When a stranger approached, the herald excused himself to attend to him.

Rann made his way towards the exit, giving the stranger a nod as he walked by.

Rann searched his father's house to no avail, but hek new where he would be. He came upon Lokken tavern to see his father speaking with a young nordic girl.

Rahvin

Rahvin nodded at the bosmer as he exited before stepping closer to Satyana.

"Look, about what happened in there..." he paused to take a deep breath. "It's not you, I mean, it's..."

He didn't get to explain himself, as his son interrupted.

"The countess wants you. Now." Rann told his father.

"Sorry." Rahvin said to Satyana apologetically before running towards the castle.

Rann was left standing there awkwardly. "So...I guess I'll see you around." he said to Satyana as he turned around and began to walk away.

Satyana

Satyana was just about to answer Rahvin in his kind of apologetic remark when they were interrupted by the young man who just came running....

She rose her left hand, then lowered it again...

That young man stood still for a short while beside her, he seemed familiar....yes! She hed seen him before....at the Castle it was!

So when he sort of said goodbye to her and started walking away, she decided she had had enough of men running away from her

"Hey! stop! wait a second! We´ve met, right? You work for the Countess huh? I just know I´ve seen you somewhere.....so my name is Satyana.....and we most certainly will be seeing each other....at least at the feast I´m sure!"

Satyana put her hand on Rann´s arm and turned him around..looking straight into his eyes...then the world started getting blurry.....she swayed a second.....and her jaw dropped

"Who are you.....really??"

Rann

"Uh...Rann?" he answered, unsure of the real question. Then he nodded. "Yep, that's who I really am."

"Are you alright?"

OOC: Sorry, but I won't be around much until later tonight. Feel free to excuse Satyana from this conversation if you want to RP with other characters.

Sodsa, Now in the tavern itself

Sodsa walked right up the the bar and sat down, laying a few coins on the counter, "A Cyrodillic brady please"

Satyana

Satyane looked at Rann, really not grasping what he said, she looked into his eyes.....an image of her own....so strange..

This isn´t happening....his eyes....but he´s a Dunmer....it´s impossible! He can´t be....oh no..

"I..I´m ok, just got a bit dizzy, haven´t eaten that much today"

Satyana let go of >Rann, confused and still dizzy, then she cleared her throat and said:

"Excuse me, what was your name again? And are you from here really?"




OOC: nope I´d like to continue the conversation with Rann, so I just wait....

Flogir

Flogir rummaged through the contents, examining the pieces of steel and iron armor and various weaponry, using his expert eye on craftsmanship.

"Hmm, you got some fine quality steel items here. You make these yourself? Because it certainly looks like you could work on the more expensive stuff and create some high value stuff, know what I mean?" he said, turning back toward Flint to make sure he knew that he was being sincere.

"I'm in need of some good steel that I'm planning to enchant when I get the time. I actually have a few samples of glass ore in my cart. Suppose we can trade?" he inquired.

Jonathan looked upon the ongoing soap opera with bemusement, so much love in the air. "Yuck, what a disgusting word... Love, sure parent child love, friend love, yes all great but not for me. You get involved and then you get dissapointed but some factor. I'd sooner stay away from it." No sooner then he thought that last sentence then a picture of Dalrus came to mind. "Shes a beaut thats for sure, but spending a life with her? I don't think so, I value my freedom I mean."

Lila gave a neigh, a seemingly unaproving neigh, "Well theres always you love, not think I could rightly leave you, nor do I think you'd rightly leave me.." He scratched her behind the ear and watched her foot stamp the ground. "Well stay frosty my dear, I've got to make some cash an honest way first."

In his saddle bag he left his crossbow. It was of exquisite quality, being payed for through the trade of a... "Borrowed" horse from his fathers farm. Custom made for him, and the epitome of crossbow creation, the repeating crossbow was able to fire off five shots before the bow needed to be reloaded. Sure, they were smaller bolts, they needed to be to keep it from being to damnably heavy, but two bolts to your chest should bring down the strongest of men. But Jonathan had his contacts, and so he believed he could pick up another down the road if he needed to.

With the in mind he approached the Nord with the cart, hoping to have a trade in mind.


(Jack I'm comming towards you!!)

Ian, Castle Chorrol

The Countess looked much older, well of course she did, after 19 years everyone looks older, but she'd looked old back then. But Ian kept his thoughts to himself. Countess Valga smiled sweetly at him. "I'm glad to see you again, Ian." Surprised, but unwilling to show it, Ian could hardly believe that the elderly Valga could recognize him and adress him by name. "Good day, M'lady." "Why would a mercenary like yourself want with sleepy old Chorrol?" She asked bemused. "I remembered your offer to your anual festivals, and decided to attend." Ian replied matter-of-factly. "I see," She muttered. "Well, I'll tell the guards to permit you to attend the party."
"Very good, ma'am." And Ian turned to leave. His thoughts drifted toward the Dunmer he'd seen earlier. He carries himself like an assassin, he mused. Nine-teen years ago he'd spent some time with the Dark Brotherhood, an illegal assassins guild, but he had quit because they turned out to be useless. I'll keep an eye on that assassin boy........

Rann

Rann, not having an eye for details such as eye color, still didn't understand her actions. He did have an odd feeling about her though.

"Rann. And yes, I'm from here." Rann felt very odd about this girl. "Uh...listen, I gotta go uh...prepare for the uh, feast. Yeah. I'm a cook. I work at the castle." he lied, trying to politely extricate himself from the conversation.

I want whatever she's been drinking.

Flint Ironwood, trading.

Flint thought over the offer for just a second.
,,Glass, eh? I like Glass. I need some to patch up my old armour. Sure, let's trade."

Satyana

Satyana couldn´t believe what she heard.....was this..Rann also gonna be working as a cook for the party? Oh gosh....

"I knew I´ve seen you somewhere" Satyana replied, much steadier on her feet " And what a coincidence...I´m a cook as well! So why don´t we head for the castle-kitchen both of us and get started? I bet Countess Valga is waiting impatiently"

Satyana stretched her hand towards Rann, shivering inside but, looking totally composed...

I have to get a chance of knowing him better.....my my, I feel so ....attached to him as if he....really is my br....NO I mustn´t even think about it, it´s too painful...


OOC: okidoki..hehe so now they are going to work together??? Interesting....

Dalrus Varus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


Dalrus and Ragnar brought out five bottles of Mazte, and she smiled at the young brute.

"Here you go" she said sliding the whole group of bottles towards him. "I hope you're able to afford it, that will be fifty- five septims" she said as she served him "Would you like any food with that?" she asked kindly

Rann

"What are the chances?" he said aloud, but it had a double meaning. I just had to be a cook today. he berated himself.

He really didn't want to work in the kitchens, but he didn't exactly want to be caught in the middle of his lie either.

"Tell you what - you go ahead and I'll meet you there in a few minutes. I have to stop by my house and get something."

He was under the impression that she was trying to get a date out of him, and for some reason he wasn't attracted to her in that way.

Sodsa, Tavern

Sodsa finished his brandy and took his leave, tossing an extra coin to the bar hand. On his way out he a man with 10 bottles of mazte.

"Crazy", he muttered under his breath and head out the door heading down the road to the clothier's, "Now" Sodsa smirked, "Time to play dress-up."

Flogir, Trading

"Excellent! Just let me get my glass out of my cart and then I'll see what I want for it," Flogir said, excitment tinging his words as he jumped down from the wagon and went towards his cart.

It was then that he caught on to what Flint just said.

"You all ready have some Glass Armour, eh? Do you happen to have it? I would like to see it."

Karn, Pirating (not the sea kind)

The wagon was almost past the tree when the horse caught whiff of something....... not right. It came to an abrupt halt and swung its head from side to side anxiously. The old Imperial codger that had been directing the coach stood up yelling, and was about to goad it with his whip when something brushed his shoulder. The man turned around and found himself looking up at a tall handsome Dunmer; for reasons he couldn't grasp, he was speechless and felt very afraid. The Dunmer grinned malevolently, and stepped forward, the man felt something sharb stab into his stomach. And looked down panic-stricken, the Dark Elf had impaled him with a deadric sword.
The elder man looked back at the handsome face again and coughed up blood. The Dunmer pulled the blade out and the man fell off the wagon.

Karn glanced in disgust at his now bloody chest Old fool, he thought. And began rumaging through the wagon. After ten minutes of searching, there turned out to be near to nothing valuable in the wagon but food. Then the man's remains had a letter on it.

Grandfather,

I hope you decide to attend the party in Chorrol on Loredas evening. You'll just love it, and Countess valga will most certainly want to meet you.

Mary

Karn looked back at the corpse, Indeed I think I shall, because this could be quite interesting.


OCC: ok first glimsp of Karn, I hope everyone hates him and wants him to be brought to justice

Luper Alkad, tavern.

Luper was drinking, but he wasn't drunk...yet.
He casually threw down fifty-five septims and continued his drinking when he heard a wood elf say something.
,,Wood Elves, they're so annoying." He thought.

,,HEY, DON'T FORGET YOUR RING. THE IMPIES PUT IT IN THE BARREL! NO DRESS IS COMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR STUPID RING!" He shouted at the elf's back.


Flint Ironwood, demonstrating.

Flint nodded.
,,As a matter of fact, I do have it." He said before whipping out a small silver dagger and making a cut in his clothes. The green gleam of Glass revealed itself.
,,Three layers, the first is some soft padding, the second is the actual glass armour itself and the third is some decent clothing for when you don't want to intimidate people. Though maybe I should have picked a different colour than black for that. It has slightly less protection than the traditional Glass armour but it is a lot more silent." He explained before fixing the gap he'd created.

,,I'm a smith now, I haven't always been one."

Flogir

An impressed look crossed Flogir's face. "That is some fine glass there. It does make me curious about why you would need such a thing, but if that bothers you I understand why you wouldn't want to talk about it. I too, have had a past life that is difficult to speak of..." he trailed off, eyes loss in past memories for a moment.

They regained focus once more. "...Oh! The glass! Right, hold on a second and I'll grab it," Flogir said hurrying to his cart and rummaging through his contents. Finally he pulled what looked like rods covered in burlap. Flogir pulled back the burlap to reveal 5 piece of green glass ore.

"So how many do you want?" he asked, smiling.

Flint Ironwood, making his offer.

Flint carefully inspected the glass.
,,Well, I'd say that two pieces should be enough though I think I'd like to take three if you don't mind. Just take whatever you want in return."

He then smiled.
,,And about my previous profession. I was a bodyguard of sorts. I have to thank my armour for getting me through that mess with assassins and spellhappy mages." He said. It was the truth, yet he didn't say that before becoming Brianna's unofficial bodyguard, he was a thief.

Satyana

Satyana smiled, obviously Rann sthought she wanted to date him or something, she always felt it when a man feared something like that. But her aim was nothing of the sort. Deep inside she was almost certain that he was her brother, but she did not let the knowledge show at all. Strange thing he didn´t notice the similarities beween them! But then again, men, especially young ones normally did not notice things like that.

She realised he felt awkward towards her and that made her sad, all she wanted was to retrieve some kind of family, and finding a brother would be a wonderful thing! She decided to try to make it clear that he had nothing to fear from her in the sense of dating! Not that she would have minded though! She always ve had a soft spot for Dunmers!

"Ok Rann" She said, "I´ll be off then, see you later, oh and make sure to bring in some firewood when you come, we´re always short of it, please?"

She waved goodbye, mounted her black stallion and headed towards the Castle

"Sure." he replied before walking off. He felt bad for lying, since he had no intention of actually going back to the kitchens, but he felt like he had to get out of that situation.

He entered his house (that was closer to the size of a closet) and sat down in his chair. He was fighting himself, debating whether or not he should actually go.

OOC:



That's kinda gross. They're related.

Flogir

Flogir was quite intrigued that the smith had once been a bodyguard, evidently for someone important if he had to deal with assassination attempts and mages. His respect for the Breton grew just from the fact that he was being honest with him. But now, he had a deal to make.

"Hmm... for three pieces I think a fair trade would be 2 of those Steel Longswords, that Iron Spear, and 3 Steel Daggers," he said, listing off his demands.

Satyana

Satyana first went to the stables to see to the horse, there was always someone there who could help out, she felt bad about not naming the horse yet but she´d eventually come up with a name somehow.

Wonder if he really shows up? Somehow I think he wasn´t honest with me, darn it what´s the matter with him? Doesn´t he want to know of his family? Or doesn´t he know at all that he most certainly has a sister..

She decided to slip him out of her mind, there was too much work to do and the other kitchen-maids and cooks were already at work. Satyana went into the kitchen and started out with the hors d´oevres, rolls made from hackle-lo leaves with crabmeat inside. Then there were the desserts to attend to...

Not much time to consider about odd family-relations that perhaps not even is gonna happen!


OOC: Remember she wasn´t at first sure he was her brother! Her thoughts about not minding dating him was not related to their kinship! Just the fact that he´s a good looking dunmer, nothing else!

Rann

Rann ended up deciding not to go. He did, however, leave some firewood in the kitchen and still managed to get out unnoticed.

While he was in the castle, he decided to pay the countess and his father a visit. He wanted to know what was going on.

He saw the same stranger again, this time their roles were reversed. He was entering while the other was exiting.

Rahvin was already speaking with the countess, and Rann couldn't get close enough to hear without being scolded for eavesdropping. That thought made him realize the fact that he needed a clever excuse to explain his presence other than sheer curiosity.

He continued to wait, straining to hear what they were saying.

Ian, Castle Chorrol

The young assassin walked past him without comment, and ian continued unimpeded. Something is wrong, he thought. He stood there mere feet from the door, contemplating. He couldn't have something to do with this could he? Ian furrowed his brow, If it is him, then this whole situation is going to Oblivion.

He remained motionless despite his unease, should I tell anyone, or should I deal with this quietly.
Ian clenched and unclenched his fist in frustration and helplessness.....

Sodsa, Tavern

Sodsa stopped right at the door and turned around, facing the man who yelled at him, "What in Oblivion was that!? Was that suppose to be an insult? Because if so you failed miserably." Sodsa leaned up against the wall next to the door, "I could think of better insults in my sleep."

Rann

"I don't know what your problem is," Rann said, turning around to face the man that stood there staring at him. "But you're going to have to stare at someone else right now."

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan grew rather bored a grooming his horse, sure she enjoyed it, but he sure didn't. "Why can't you groom yourself?"He thought to
himself rather wistfully and then stored the brush away. It was getting darker and he supposed the party would be beginning sooner, then later.

With the money he got from his sold crossbow he purchased a set of much finer clothes then what he would normally wear, however they were still fairly utilitarian. A straight fronted jerkin with matching pants, and a belt to ad a bit of flavor. He thought he looked rather dashing, but figured he still couldn't leave his sword behind and quickly strapped that on as well.

After suiting up, Jonathan made his way to the castle, and after a short engagement with the guards he managed himself in the courtyard, aware that few people had arrived.

Ian

That commant was so off-target that Ian managed to clench his fist harder (to stop himself from burst into laughter). Oh, by Akatosh, that boy has quite a bit to learn. The regaining his composure he returned to the matter of Karn.

Yes, he is definitly coming, but not for me this time....... maybe it would be best to keep my silence and wait until the time is right. Then nodding to himself, Ian walked through a small bedroom in the Great hall to change, the room was clearly unused so there would be no unwelcome guests.

Luper Alkad, messing around.

Luper turned around on his stool to face the elf. A misschievous grin crossed his face. Those who knew him would have taken their distance right now.
,,Oh, but it isn't you. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Someone like your bignosed criminal brother. Whatever, you treekissing bugfaced shorties all look the same. And you're all as annoying as a Cliffracer with Telvanni Bug Musk." He said in a mocking tone.
,,And maybe you want to go to sleep? I'd love to hear those insults of yours."


Flint Ironwood, finishing the trade.

,,Deal. I'll throw in this bag with throwing darts, they're on the house. I always use them for pinning paper to the wall, rather odd really." He said as he collected the various goods Flogir desired.

After receiving the glass, Flint looked at the sun.
,,Well, it appears that the event is about to start. I've got to be going. Perhaps we'll meet again at the castle?"

Dalrus Varus, Chorrol

Dalrus carried the last barrel over to the courtyard of the party, with the help of ragnar. They had their booth of ale right where people would arrive in the courtyard. Dalrus looked around for something to do. Satyana would be in the kitchen, however, Dalrus wished to see her, being her best friend an all. She saw Jonathan and walked over to him.

"Hey" she said smiling at the young man. "I wasn't sure if you were coming"

Jonathan Constantine

"Oh my dear, I figured I'd stay for a little while.. After all, who could give up such a splendid party?" Jonathan exclaimed only half truthfully. He figured that he would feast on the various foods and ales, and then whilst everyone was drunk out of their stockings he'd enter their homes and become a very rich man. After all, he had a bit of experience in it and Dalrus added a... nice distraction.

Sodsa Hekal, Tavern having fun
Sodsa saw the grin and forced himself not to bring one of his own into the fray. "Well, I'd have to say I've finally hit your creative streak, and I thought all Redguards were thoughtless blokes who only knew how to swing a sword or two around their head, I'll give you that much." Sodsa just then noticed that they had everyone's attention in the bar, well except for that one old guy in the corner who was ogling at the new barmaid.* Sodsa kicked himself off the wall and walked up face to face to Luper and finally let his smirk join into the party.


*ooc:yes this has no relevance what so ever to anything (Jack you and i are the only ones here at the moment right?) and as you can see Sodsa's taunts are all bluff and no bite:D

Dalrus, Chorrol, Castle Party

"Well thats good, i hope more people show up" she gave Jonathan a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Have some ale, its on me" she said pointing to her booth. People were now arriving and dalrus smiled at her friend Frainya. This would be a fun night!

Ian, castle party

Ian looked himself in the mirror, he still looked young for his age, and his outfit was impecable..... He opened his satchel and retrieved an amulet that contained a large blue jewel. The Amulet of Diplomacy, it's still just as beautiful as it was all those years ago..... Ian pulled it around his neck, and took a moment to appreciate its saphire reflection of light.

This definitly won't end well, but there isn't any reason to bring my bow. He thought, by the time it's needed the guards will be swarming all over the place. I guess I'll take a walk in the courtyard.........

Satyana

Satyana was finished with most of her duties and was allowed to get into something nicer to wear, that is a waitress dress of course! She had promised to help out with that as well. A lot of people were mingling in the courtyard, Ragnar and Dalrus had set up the bar, maybe she could sneak out to say hallo to Dal´at least!

She slip into the black dress and put on her white apron and headed for the bar.

"Hey Dal! How´s it going? ...."she stopped, Dalrus was kissing that man....she recognised him from Lokken...hmmm Satyana sighed, that was Dal´alright! Always trying to seduce anything wearing trousers!

She looked around....no Rann! Oh yes she had noticed the firewoods....so he had been there but obviously he was avoiding her at all costs! That annoyed her a lot.

Maybe I´d try to speak to Rahvin..at least e seem to be decent enough to tell me what this is about

Satyana turned around and decided to see the Countess, maye there was some special tasks that were expected of her.

As she came closer to Countess Valga´s chambers she noticed Rann! And another man, staring at each other, then the man went into the small bedroom that was rarely used at all, merely for putting away sleepy children when necessary. Rann remained, and Satyana hid beneath a mannequin wearing a shiny armor and watched.......

Ian

He walked out of the door, and payed the young Dunmer assassin little heed. However Ian did notice a young Dunmer maiden hiding behind a suit of armor. He stared for a moment, then moved on to the courtyard....

Once outside, Ian spotted two young adults kissing beside the bartable. Mephala take me, do they even care how much attention their drawing to themselves? Sure enough, there were a few early arrivals who were staring at the couple...... Ian rolled his eyes, these days children have no subtlety. he walked up to the barkeeper and ordered some simple juice (Ian detested drinking)........

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Karn

Chorrol was a pretty sleepy and complacent town (meaning that the townsfolk weren't very vigilant). That was how Karn had easily snuck on top of a building over looking Castle Chorrol. The courtyard was full of activity, weak nobles, their only strength is in their treasury. Suddenly a blue gleam caught Karn's attention, and he was instantly full of rage. Ian..........

OCC: ok, this is pretty much the calm before the storm.....

Jonathan Constantine

"Shady looking honoured user.." Jonathan thought to himself, and then thought something caught the corner of his eye. "Just a bird" He mumbled to himself. The kiss was pleasant, but he felt it and didn't FEEL it, but he took her offer and approached the counter and received a mug of ale. It was nice and strong, Jonathan nursed it for a while and then turned to Dalrus.

"So whats the occasion for the party, éáútifulbú?"

Dalrus, Chorrol

"To be honest, I have no idea, however, its a nice excuse to hang out with everyone so it's fine with me." Dalrus was quite confused with everyone. She kissed him on the cheek, was that such a big deal? She had done worse in public a few years ago when she was living in the Imperial City. She rolled her eyes at the people who stared at her and when one asked for ale she replied coldly. "Its in the barrel."

Music was now playing as troubadours and bards sang and played. Dalrus tried to resist having a drink, being sought after by almost every guy in town meant whenever she did something, it was usually talked about. Dalrus did not really mind this attention, if it benefitted her or the bar, or especiall Satyana, however, most of the time it was just talking about something she did in a romantic or general degrading way for her.

She looked around for someone and wished she could have talked with Satyana more, she just had time to give satyana a friendly "Hey Yana, i hope to see you later on in the party."

Karn, now delighted

It doesn't matter that Ian is here, it only makes this all the more fun. Karn held out his open hand, and five throwing stars appeared in his hands. Now, who to kill? A young man and a woman stood out at the bar. But Ian would be such a sweet bonus, and then there would be one problem out of the way....

An evil grin full of malice spread across Karn's face, ok, lover boy. Here's the price for your lack of vigilance. Karn let loose a flock of shurikan, guided by his thoughts toward the young man........

OCC: the party is about to crash.......

Jonathan Constantine

Something felt wrong, like the air was wrong, it was as though the spirits were attempting to tell Jonathan something. "Oh well.." He reached over for his ale and tumbled out of his seat, it finally seemed to be getting him. Then a several solid "thunks" resounded against the wood backing of his seat.

"Ónófäsé-Ítchbä!" Jonathan exclaimed as he realized that several shurkins missed his body by more inches, "Dalrus! Get away!" A table in front of him became a shield in a solid second and he scanned the surrounding buildings for the source of the assault.

Ian

There was faint whisper and several thudding sounds that sounded like metal and wood. Ian spun around and saw the man take cover as a swarm of shurikan embedded themselves into the wooden bar and dissappear moments later. The partygoers were screaming and running around in blind panic...... Then he ran his gaze over the nearby rooftops for Karn. He has to be close, or that attack wouldn't have been possible.

Karn, show yourself! This is our fight not their's! Ian shouted mentally into the air. There was an instant reply. Hello Ian, you must realize that I came here for my own amusment, not our own fued. But if you really want to face me then so be it.

Ian was releaved and tense, ok, so he's going to fight me. Good, but I wish I had some back-up for this one.......


OCC: come on Dantrag, Ian wants Rann's help.

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan noticed the Imperial bring out his weapon and pull out towards the.. assailant.

"Friend of yours?" He growled, and unsheathed his own back sword.

Flogir

Flogir had all ready made his trade with Flint and decided that he would attend this party that was going on at the Countess' Estate. So he quickly took his purchases, placed them in his cart and decided to put on his finer clothing he kept on him just in case he dealt with a nobel of some sorts.

By the time he arrived in the Courtyard, Flogir knew something was wrong. Most people were running past him, faces frightened with fear. It was then that he saw an Imperial taking cover behind an overturned table, shurikens embedded into the wood.

Flogir immediately crouched into a defensive position, his soldier's instincts taking over. He pulled out his belt knife that he always carried, silently cursing the fact that he wished he had Iceshard with him right now. He quickly strafed his way across the yard to get behind the table. He turned to Imperial.

"Why is it that I never get to go to any of the nice parties? What seems to be going on here, sir?" he said, trying to make light the situation.

OOC: Ack! replace "Imperial" with "Breton", I meant to be speaking to Constantine