Link to the previous thread!

Issac

The Dunmer was holding the door open, and he moved in a familiar fashion....... Ah, Issac thought to himself. He's an assassin. Well, agents have to kill people too, so it will earn him no grief from me.

"Thank you, friend." He said to the mer.

Ian

As Issac greeted Rann, Ian walked around them and approached the bartender, Ormil. Flint ordered a bottle of flin, and Ormil turned to Ian. "Good to see you again, old friend." He said, clearly happy to find an old customer return to the Bloated Float.

Ian smile back at him. "Likewise, Ormil. I'll just have a bowl of grapes and some water." Ormil nodded, and handed him the bowl and a cup. "I see you haven't changed much in the last two years."

"You know very good and well that I hate alchahol." Ormil rolled his eyes in a weary sort of way. "Yes, yes, I can remember two years back, and the time before that too." Then he glanced over Ian's shoulder, and his smile broadened. "I see Issac is just as youthful as ever."

Ian glanced at Issac and frowned slightly. "Well, he get serious on the job. But he can be friendly among people I know." He said flatly. "Ian, your far to protective about the boy. Let him have more fun." Answering the challenge, Ian retorted. "You just want him to start buying the more expensive drinks."

OOC: Why ? Rahvin is not a dumba$$ is he`? He can read..but maybe it´s not his main interest!

Satyana

Satyana entered the Tavern....finding it ok, but not as nice as Lokken....she stayed beside Rann, trying to get hold of his hand, like a little girl looking for security


Brianna and Ayesha

She spun around, hearing someone called her by her name, totally stunned. Seeing the face of the dunmer who stood in front of her made her dizzy...a series of snapshots went through her mind..

<click> A room, a bed, a man...pain, but ...also heat...
<click> Skyrim.... a cave..snow, screaming...the scent of blood....the weight of a man on top of her...an edge of a dagger slightly penetrating her throat "I´m not going to kill you but I don´t know why"thoughts that she read
<click> Telina!.....the most incredible pain....but not physical.....

The world went black and Brianna grabbed the counter to prevent her from falling.....After a short while she looked up again, her face was grey-white, she shrugged and tried to form some words but her mouth was dry...

"Ehhh, do you know me?" she whispered gutturally

Who is he? Why do I see those strange pictures in my head? Why can´t I look at him?

Ayesha supported her otherwise she´d have fallen to the floor, sweat was forming on her forehead, and she had to bow her head again..

"Now Mister....what is this? Why did you upset her?" Ayesha said rather angrily as she helped Brianna to a chair

"There, my friend, sit down...I´ll get rid of that Dunmer for you" Ayesha patted Brianna´s shoulder

"Nooo" she whispered, "I..I have to talk with him...it´s.....important.....he....he must know....he..he.."

Brianna looked up right into the Dunmer´s face.....

"Who are you.....?"

Flint Ironwood, Bloated Float.

Flint shrugged.
,,Fine, maybe I am paranoid and maybe no one would like to attack us. Let's just say that the last time I travelled with a group this big, we did get attacked. Everywhere and all the time. So I'm not going to ease up right here."

He finished his flin and headed out for the door.
,,I think I'm just going to sit on the roof. Then I can calm down a bit." He informed the others. His Dark Brotherhood cloak flapped in the cold breeze when he stepped outside.

The Breton quickly climbed up and sat down on the roof. From here, he had an excellent view of his surroundings.



Green-Root, with the Sil.

Green-Root gave the Argonian equivelant of a frown.
,,Recruit pirates? Those always keep some alcohol handy. As you wish, master." The lizard spoke with complete disinterest. He still left though. Once the plundering began, he could get quite rich this way.
,,I wonder how I will convince those cutthroats. They may be called to this Silhouette, yet their will remains."



(Heh, maybe Flint gets spotted by Karn and company )

Rahvin

"You're kidding, right?" he asked, but the blank look on Brianna's face showed that she wasn't. "Okay, um...traveled with you for a while when Veric was an issue, fathered one of your children, was hired to kil you but didn't...none of this ringing a bell?"

Brianna

She heard what Ravin said..but it didn´t really got into her mind....She looked at him, somewhat embarrassed..while she slowly shook her head

It rings a bell..somewhere....traveling together? And,......he was a father of one of her children..but?,....she had no children had she? Then again...she had marks on her showing she once had given birth...but ..where are they now then?..If he was the father..then they´d had....

Brianna blushed when thinking of it, it did explain the feeling she got when she first saw him 10 minuteas ago...she had to try and grasp this....the Dunmer was not lying, she was sure of that, a gut-feeling it was and she´s learned to trust those.

"Eh...I don´t know" she said slowly, "What´s your name anyway?, Obviously you know me...I mean...ehhh you have to ..sort of know me pretty well I guess"

Then something struck her...

"I was hired to kill you, but didn´t" that´s what he just said....

The picture of the scene by that cave came back to her, more vivid this time....she closed her eyes and remembered the distorted face of the young dunmer.....not killing her even though he had the best opportunity he could wish for

"I....I remember....your face...the dagger....you were hurt"!..I..I helped you, I gave you my coat, didn´t I?..I ....."

She stopped, covering her face with her hands.....this was too painful, she knew there was something else involved.....something to do with....Telina......and..

Brianna sat silent, she didn´t dare to look at the man...her mind was in a total chaos, but she knew this much....that Dunmer in front of her have had, and still has an impact on her life.....somehow

Flogir, in the Bloated Float

Flogir waved Flint a temporary goodbye with his free hand. "You go enjoy your time on the roof. I'll be here drinking!" he said, laughing.

Sure maybe when they had problems 20 years ago, their big party was attacked often, but those problems had now finished. What could possibly go wrong now?

Jonathan Constantine

As they entered the Bloated Boat Jonathan parted with the main host and walked to a side table in the bar. Not to long ago he'd use this place as a contact point on for missions. "Not to much has changed.."

His eye flickered slowly as he analyzed the layout of the room. It picked up small hints of previous people that would normally remain unknown to the casual observer. He used to get sick attempting to use his damned ability if thats what it could be called. A bad attempt at fusing migicka into the mortal body is what it really was what it really was.

Jonathan was beginning to get comfortable, same place, different people after all. Then a slight piercing sensation pricked at his back and his body began to go numb.

"Ello' Mr. Constantine, long time no see.." A voice hissed in Jonathan's ear and he felt his body being set into a chair. "Been a couple o' months aye? But see lad, I don forget." A crude smile, plagued by rotten teach, erupted over the assailants face. "You see, I remeber' you owe me quite a bit o' gold. And now I figure it to much higher now."

Jonathan found that he could speak, however it was to low to be heard over the din of the other voices, "Edin, I got your money. And possibly a bit extra too."

The Nordic man leaned back his chair and stroked the stubble on his chin, "Well lad, thats dandy, but you owe more then just a bit of coin you do. In fact lad, I know this place where thieves and liars such as yerself deserve something more." The same knife the caused the situation in the first place was unsheathed again, however this time the Nord grabbed Jonathan hand, and attempted to cut his little finger off.

Jonathan stared in horror but couldn't move, and his lips were frozen shut.

(someone can rescue him..)

Issac, coming to Johnathan's aid

Out of the corner of his eye, Issac noticed a large Nord that was in the process of slicing off Johnathan's finger.

Issac spun, shouting. "Stop that!" And lobbed "Deadra's Fury" at the large oaf. The spell slammed into the Nord with something akin to an ogre's punch, not to mention the different elements that the spell contained.

Flint Ironwood, annoyed.

Flint was just having a good time when he heard a lot of noise coming from below. It sounded a lot as if someone was throwing spells around. Correction, someone was throwing spells around. It was impossible to hide Magicka from a Breton.

Flint hung over the roof's edge and looked into the Bloated Float through a window. What he saw did not please him.
,,Hey kids, keep it peaceful down there!"

Satyana

She wasn´t sure she liked The Bloated Float that much....kinda weird people around, they made her feel uneasy. She was glad Rann was around...and Jonathan of course! Jonathan! She noticed the big Nord who talked with him.....didn´t seem to anything odd about it....when suddenly she caught a glimpse of metal....a dagger appeared in his hand...

But what on Nirn was he trying to do? Obviously he was trying to hurt Jonathan.....then she ducked as the spell flew out of Issac´s hand and hit the Nord...

"Jonathan! Are you ok?" Satyana hurried to his side to see if she could be of any help "Did he hurt you?"


OOC: Ahem..´Tyana needs some healing-practise...so is Jonathan actually hurt?

Ian

Bang! Ian felt a sudden rush of heat and cold, and a slight tingling from behind. He turned, spotted a Nord on the floor with a small dagger in his hand, Johnathan with a partially cut off finger, and Issac who's hands were still glowing from the recently discharged spell.

Ian closed his eyes and shook his head in a weary fashion, but waited to see if it was really necessary to step in. Although, He thought. There were several other men who seemed considerably drunk and willing to join the brawl. This could be a messy little incident.... He sighed. Could this have waited 'til after I'd finished my food?

Absently he plucked all the grapes from the bowl and swallowed them whole. I still wish I could have enjoyed them.......

OCC: Ian will join if a brawl breaks out, and I suppose John is hurt...... pity

Jonathan Constantine

The shock from the blast was enough to knock Jonathan out of his dormant state, and just in time to feel the pain of his finger, now hanging limp off the hand.

He bit his lower lip to keep his mouth from muttering curses, and try'd to stem the blood flow.

Jonathan looked up at Satyana, "My dear, I wouldn't suppose you have anymore of that blasted ointment?" He said halfway joking, halfway serious. However his thoughts were beginning to turn into that of revenge as he motioned to move his knife on the Nord sprawled out on the ground...

(a brawls fine, but I'm going to bring out a bit of Jonathans dark side..)

Issac

The Nord lay crumpled on the floor, sections of his body were either burned or encrusted with ice. But it seemed the latter was having less effect on him. Naturally, he's a Nord, of course the frost was less serious.

It seemed that the other clienteile were beginning to react in a threatening fashion, clearly this Nord had a lot of friends, a lot of drunk friends. Issac sighed in resignation, and gripped his twin katanas, bracing for the inevitable fighting.

OCC: How about the Bloated Float loses its conection to the docks, so the Watch doesn't barge in and stop the fighting?

Flogir

Flogir heard the rise of angry voices and the expellation of some magic. Looking around he saw a Nord sprawled on the floor, and Jonathan clutching his hand, redness seeping between his fingers.

Me and my big mouth... Of course something had to happen Flogir thought as he drained his mug of ale and joined the others.

Rann

"hamster." was all Rann had to say upon realizing the situation that was likely to occur. His dagger was taken out of his boot and held behind his back, unseen, yet ready to attack if needed.

Flint Ironwood, hanging upside-down in front of the window.

,,See, I told you there would be trouble." Flint joked.
,,Maybe we should just leave." He tried, already knowing it wouldn't work.

,,Oh, I so hate bar brawls." He thought and gathered Magicka in his hands.

Ian

Subtlely, Ian retrieved an arrow from his quiver, and thanked the gods that it was one of the arrows he'd treated in advanced with poison. He hid it in his cloak as a shambling mess that stank of alcahol stumbled forward.

The man steadied himself before Ian. "We jus' wantss your friend," His words were terribly slurred, and Ian reflected that he should have passed out by now from overconsumtion of the beverage. "An' t' treat hmm ta a nish bit a 'ompany."

Ian shrugged and waved his hand in front of his nose, theatrically. "Sure, sounds like you'd be doing us a favor, he's a troublemaker." The man managed a grin, and turned to the other brunken fools. "Ya heard tha mahn, lesh git hm!"

As the man took his first step, Ian slid behind him and rammed the arrow between the mans shoulder blades. As the poison of paralyze took affect, the man froze, and Ian kicked him roughly to the floor. "Satyana, get Johnathan out of here now!" He ordered mentally. "This isn't a place to mend a man right now....

OCC: as usual, don't expect things to go according to plan. *CoughshipdisconnectsfromthedockCough*
Let the brawl commence!

Flogir

Flogir approached an especially surly looking Imperial, fists cocked. "Why must you and your buddies ruin a completely good night of drinking?" Flogir said, whining slightly.

The Imperial then took out a knife. He smiled, his teeth yellowed and a few missing. "Ya shouldn't bring fists to a knife fight!" he jeered, approaching Flogir.

Flogir began backing up instantly. He had forgotten to retrieve Jonathan's dirk and Iceshard from his mule.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I need something to help me out here!, Flogir thought, eyes searching rapidly for something to defend himself with.

His hand brushed against a mug. An idea snapped into his head.

"Mercy!" Flogir cried, raising his hands in a pleading motion.

The Imperial laughed. "Ya won't get no sympath-" He began before a thrown mug smashed against his face, toppling him to the ground.

Flogir smiles proudly. Now I need another mug to throw....

Issac

As the fight began Issac launched himself through the air and flipped, landing on his feet. As another large Nord strode toward him; there was a huge grin on his face.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces, little elf." He cracked his knuckles for emphasis, oddly despite being wasted he didn't seem to slur his words that much.

Issac began to slowly back away, watching the thug carefully. He was one of the few wearing armor, Ebony armor at that. Issac couldn't tell if his katana would be affective against hard-wrought ebony. Might as well try.

The man lunged, but Issac leapt over his head and delivered two strikes on the man's pauldrons. Naturally the frost wouldn't affect him, but Issac was hoping the flames would work. He landed lightly on a table, not breaking or spilling a single thing.

Suddenly the table broke in two, and all the silverware and food went everywhere. Landing hard on the floor Issac looked up, in spite of the pain in his head. The armored Nord loomed over him, the table had obviously been pulverized by the man's fists.

"You think I'm some sort of idiot?" He tuanted. "This armor is shielded against flame spells, and I can take frost spells." He lifted his arms above his head, preparing to smash Issac with them.


OCC: another helping scene anyone?

Rann

On seeing Isaac's predicament, Rann decided that it was time. With a swift, fluid motion, his dagger left his hands, flying straight for the nord.

"Damn it!" he cursed as the dagger punctured the nord's left eye. He had been aiming for the right. When the nord fell backwards to the ground limply, Rann decided to copy Flogir's tactic of mug-throwing.

His first and last mug hit a rough-looking imperial square in the chest without phasing him a bit.

You're no good without pointy things, Rann. he thought to himself as the imperial came closer and closer.

Issac

Once the ebony-clad Nord was on the floor, Issac slowly struggled to his feet. A single pirate rushed toward him, brandishing a small knife. Issac simply sighed, and slashed Cryorend across the man's chest. The now flash-frozen pirate crumbled to the ground and shattered.

Issac couldn't halp but shiver at the sickening crack when the man shattered into a thousand icy pieces. He shook his head vigorasly to banish the nausia from his awarness.

Looking around he spotted the Dunmer assassin that had saved him being approuched by a drunk Imperial. he might or might not need my help, but I'm happy to be evn rather then in debt. He thought.

Lunging across the room, Issac brought both blades to bear. He cleaved an "X" across the Imp's back, and the man....... well, it would be better not to think about it....

Issac offered the younger mer a hand, and despite the violence around them he felt the need to introduce himself. "Thanks with the Nord. My name's Issac, agent by trade." Normally Agents, like assassins, did not openly discuss their trade, but this mer had saved him once so Issac was inclined to be courtious.

Ian

Two Redguards came at him from different directions, but to no avail. Ian brought forth two bound daggers, and gave one of the assailants a kick to the gut, but deflected the other's attack.

Eager for some reprieve from the melee, Ian backflipped on to the rafters. He discarded both daggers (he was an archer, not a knife thrower), and unslung his bow. The group seemed to be holding their own, but there were plenty more drunkards to spare.

Taking a deep breathe Ian began his bloody work, doing his best to keep the brigands from Satyana and Johnathan.

Rann

He shook Isaac's hand. "Rann. Bad mug thrower. If you'll excuse me, I have to go keep some thugs away from my sister." he replied.

He didn't wait around for more conversation, he just started fighting his way towards Satyana and Jonathan.

Issac

He couldn't help but grin as Rann departed. He's very interesting...... Then he cast a look at him as he hacked his way toward the Nord girl and Johnathan. Ah, so that's his sister..... Issac nodded to himself, and absently kicked a another drunk off his feet.

I hope this doesn't last to much longer...........

Flogir

Flogir, grabbing another mug, flug himself upon the back of an unsuspecting Breton and dashed the mug against his head, causing both men to toppled to the floor. Only Flogir was the one to get up, a silly grin on his face.

"All right! Whose next!?" Flogir shouted triumphantly. Unfortunately he didn't see the gauntleted fist smashing into his cheek. Black flecks crossed his eyes and pain erupted from his face and Flogir staggarded backwards.

Another unseen blow sent him to the floor. It was then that multiple feet began kicking him from all sides. He was overwhelmed and couldn't escape.

"Argh! Help!" Flogir cried out, hoping his voice would carry amidst the noise of the fight.

Jonathan Constantine

Satyana seemed a bit distant from the fight. "Good thing I suppose.." Jonathan thought, wrapping his hand with a peice of clothe. However some bandit was running towards the two.

"Better get you out of here deary.. Hugh.." Jonathan heaved Satyana, possibly against her will, but he thought it'd be fairly safe behind the bar. By the time she was over however the mer was on top of Jonathan. He managed a jab before he was kneed in the groin, "honoured user.. low blows now?"

Flint Ironwood, to the rescue!

Flint remained a spectator for a moment. When everyone was going to get beaten down though, he'd had enough.
,,Alright, that does it! Back off!" He shouted. A large wave of Telekinetic energy passed through the room, including shards of glass from the window the Breton had shattered. Everyone who was still standing struggled to maintain his balance.

Flint leaped through the window and came to a standstill right in front of a small group where he drew both of his katanas. The group, two Imperials and a Nord, drew either a dagger or a Claymore in return.
,,A Claymore, here?" Flint thought. A grin crossed his face upon closer inspection of the Claymore.
,,Say, the smith who made it is quite a bad one, isn't he? The blade isn't properly attached to the hilt which means......a bit of well-aimed Telekinesis snaps your sorry bit of metal in two." He thought and did just what he was planning.

Despite the fact that the Claymore was out of the game, Flint saw that he was surrounded.
,,Great, just great."
To his great surprise, everyone backed away.
,,It's the Dark Brotherhood! Run!" One of the not so drunk shouted. Flint rolled his eyes.
,,Oh yeah, I completely forgot I was wearing that cloak. Hah, for once the DB's reputation comes in handy." Flint muttered under his breath. Once the coast was clear, he snatched a surviving bottle of flin off a table.






(Too uber? If it is, let the drunks come back and beat Flint up real good. He's not good at fighting, even bar brawls. )

Rann

Rann was grateful for Jonathan's action in getting Satyana out of harm's way. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He then saw another brawler reaching over the counter where Satyana was. He made his way over there and was inches from slashing his throat before a telekinetic blast threw both he and his victim to the ground.

Before he could stand again, the fight seemed to die down with scattered shouts of 'Dark Brotherhood!'

He put his feet under himself again and looked to see that even his would-be victim had fled.

"Now can we actually get a drink?" he asked, breaking the long silence.

Ian

Taking a deep, Ian slung his bow and jumped down to the floor (now littered with brokend bottles a glass fragments). "Sure, you can have a drink just don't have too much alcahol." He replied to Rann. "I'll make do with some more grapes and water."

Issac

Despite the powerful telekinetic blast Issac managed to stay on his feet. He adopted a weary smaile, and approached the bar. Though he didn't intend to inform anyone, he'd found the fight exhilerating.

"I'm fine with non-alcaholic drinks, and a little food would hit the spot." He grabbed a loaf of bread, selected a chair, and began to eat it.......

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan managed to prop himself up on a stool, every movement sent a surge of pain throughout his body.

"Sor..ry, bit of bad company there.." He turned and looked at the barkeep, who was nearly about to explode in his own rage. "Ok.. ok.. So it was my fault, take this you frog headed honoured user.." Jonathan tossed a very heavy sack of coins at him, possibly nearing in close to half of what the countess alocated to every individual. The Barkeeps anger seemed much lessened and Jonathan finally managed to request a drink from em.. "Brandy, lots of it, and food.. Lots of that too.."

All around the party laid broken glass, shattered mugs, thugs and common scum. Everywhere.

Ian

Noticing Ormil's irritation Ian decided to step in. "Let him go Ormil, he's traveling with me and Issac. I'll pay for the damage and the cost of everyone's meal. So calm down."

Accepting the second bowl of grapes and some juice, Ian set himself down next to Issac and began to chew thoughtfully, enjoying every bit of flavor. We should stop by the Library soon, definitly before midnight.......

ooc:you miss one day and you miss a whole fight. Yeah I know it was planned, i was busy

Sodsa Hekal, Sitting 'round

Sodsa kept a hand close to his knives and his bow on the table during the whole ordeal. After it was clearly over, Sodsa headed over to the bar, got a drink and went to sit back down. "So, what was all that about?" Sodas muttered under his breath to no one in particular.

Flogir

Flogir slowly pulled himself up from the ground, brushing off dirt from the feet that had been kicking. He wiped blood from the corner of his busted lip, and he definitely knew he would find plenty of bruises tomorrow.

"That blighter packed a good punch. I shouldn't have stood there admiring my cunning," Flogir said, and snickered. "Well now at least we can enjoy some booze no?"

Flogir pulled up a chair beside Jonathan and ordered another ale. "How's the finger buddy?"

Jonathan Constantine

"Oh compassion.." With all the adrenaline in Jonathan he didn't realize how much is finger, or rather lack of finger, was beginning to hurt..

"Thats actually a respectable question my friend.. Uh.. Satyana.. Satyana!"

Flogir

Flogir couldn't help but to burst out laughing at Jonathan's realization that his finger was still severed. He clutched at his side with his free hand, the vibrations from his laughing caused the head of his ale to spill over the mug, slopping onto the floor.

"I'm sorry lad, it's just that I found that quite funny!" Flogir managed to say between fits and he tried to regain his composure, and also make sure that Jonathan's blood didn't get near his ale.

"Anyone else injured?" Flogir decided to inquire, "I got a little roughed up, but I'll survive."

Rann

"I'm fine, except for the fact that there's not enough judgement-impairing substance in me." he answered as he pulled up on the other side of FLogir.

He pointed to the barrel of ale as a way of telling the bartender what he wanted while he continued speaking to Flogir.

"You're going to have to teach me that mug trick of yours. Show me the nordic touch."

Flint Ironwood, stepping up to Flogir.

Flint walked over to Flogir, a bottle of flin in his hand.
,,Well, I told you, didn't I? Now that's why paranoia has kept me alive. Bar brawls these days are lethal." He said smugly and looked around at the damage caused by the customers, flying bottles and of course an overdosis of Telekinesis.
,,Funny, the Dark Brotherhood are supposed to be these totally unstoppable invisible killers, yet everyone knows how a DB looks like. Silly."

Flogir, instructing Rann

Flogir grinned after he gulped down a mug of ale. "Well Rann, you see the art of mug tossing lies in the way you percieve the mug. You can't throw it like you Agent or Assassin types would throw a dagger or a throwing star or whatever. You gotta picture more like a stone, basically a rock the size of your fist. Most cases there's really only two places for an effective mug shot to work. Those two places are either the head, or the groin. Those two places are definite takeout shots, though you might get lucky and takeout a person briefly with a shot to the gut, depends on their figure, ya know?" He said, taking a moment to take another gulp of his ale.

"As for clubbing people with mugs, the best way it from behind and on top of the head. Hold the mug by the handle to get a good swinging motion with it as you swing," he continued, using an empty mug as an example by swinging in the air.

He then turned to Flint. "Eh, it's kinda amusing, but that costume certainly worked out. I was getting pummled there," he said and then realised another good point and turned back to Rann, "And another thing: Never, EVER, stand around a gloat in the middle of a bar fight!"

Veric

"Twenty years," Veric said aloud, staring into the darkness that was his chamber. He sat at a candle-lit desk with a single closed book resting on it. The candlelight illuminated the desk and the grey stone floors surrounding but the rest was complete darkness.

For twenty years Veric had been trapped in a realm of his own making. He didn't sleep. He didn't eat, drink, breathe. There was no need. He was encased in a physical world in his own mind. The only things that were 'real' were the books stacked upon shelves in a library now tucked away, and a few choice artifacts.

He lost contact with Sadril and Hecate, the two who held amulets that normally allowed communication. Veric had lost all contact with anything outside of his mind. A normal man would have been driven insane. Veric, however, occupied his time with practice. Practice, and plotting....


???

North of Anvil, along the western coastline, at the door of a small hidden shack, there came a light knock...


OOC: your cue, metal.

Voltar, in a shack North of Anvil

Voltar was deep in concentration, studying the small encryptions of a very large tome when an unexpected knock sounded on his shack door. He looked at the door, suspicious of who could possibly be at his door.

His home was located in a rather secluded area North of Anvil, so he never really had a true visitor. The last "visitor" he had was some Daedra roaming the surrounding area during the Oblvion Crisis. Still, curiosity got the better of him and he approached the door. To be on the safe side, he readied the Staff of Worldly Demise.

He slowly undid the deadbolt and opened the door... Only to find no one standing there. Voltar poked his head out the doorway and looked around the surrounding countryside. Only the crickets of the night greeted him, as well as the steady whoosh of the sea crashing against the nearby cliffs.

Passing it off as hearing things, Voltar closed the door and headed back to his tome.

thanks

Sadril, in a shack North of Anvil

"What interest have you of Veric Astien?" a shadow asked from a corner of the shack. Sadril stepped forth into the light with a grim look on his face. Whether the owner of the shack was aware of his presence remained to be seen, but Sadril felt a power from this man on par with Veric's which kept him on edge. He hid his fear well, though, and put up a confident front.

Voltar, shack North of Anvil

Voltar was slightly surprised by the presense of the stranger. He was impressed by the man's stealth though.

"My interest in the man is purely personal interest," Voltar said bluntly. He had no need to be secretive.

"I plan to release him from his dimension as I intend to meet him. Why are you so curious about my intentions?" Voltar decided to pose to the stranger. The stranger seemed rather intriguing as well. He didn't think the stranger posed too much of a threat, especially with the power of the Staff of Worldly Demise coursing through him, but he had a feeling this man was here for information.

Sadril, shack North of Anvil

Sadril was slightly put-off by the somewhat warm reception. With a little more confidence in his voice he spoke, "Veric was a business partner of mine," he paused, planning his words, "A very important business partner. Your shadow called me to this place, and so I come hoping you have a way of freeing Veric."

Sadril placed his yellow amulet on a table in the shack. "This once served as a link between myself and this dimension... Perhaps you can find a use for it?" He asked taking a seat.

OOC: sry gotta go.

Flint Ironwood, drinking.

Flint laughed. ,,Yeah, it definitely worked. Man, I never thought about the reputation I would get when I bought this thing. It's great!" He said and took a large gulp of flin.
,,I don't think the real bad guys will be scared though. Knowing that voice, all the real Dark Brotherhood assassins will be against us. I just hope we find some good news at the library."

Rann

"Take it from me," he began, interrupting himself with a gulp of ale. "Dark Brotherhood Assassins aren't all that talented. Just numerous." He took another sip. "But luckily, so are we. They'd have to send two assassins for every one of us."

He wasn't giving the brotherhood nearly enough credit, but it was best not to have everyone scared to death over nothing.

Voltar

Voltar inspected the amulet from where he was standing, there was an essence about it that was becoming more evident to him. He approached the amulet and cupped his hands around it, then closed his eyes in concentration. After a few moments they fluttered back open.

"It certainly seems we were fated to meet, stranger. This amulet is the last piece of the puzzle for me to free Veric. He possesses an amulet much like this one does he not? For if he does, the link between the amulets I can manipulate to break the barrier between the dimensions," Voltar said, excitement creeping at the edge of his words. This was about as excited as he could get.

Voltar went to the tome on his desk and flipped through pages, eyes scanning quickly over the pages. Yes, it would work, but only if Veric possessed such an amulet. He would have much more studying to do otherwise. Voltar returned his gaze back onto the stranger.

"Well? Do you have an answer for me? Does he have an identical amulet?"

Altec the Wanderer
Somewhere north east of the Imperial city

A small lake dominated the landscape. It's waters were home to numerous organisms, and the ecology was amazing to the trained eye. The number of plants a botanist could experiment with was exponential. Off to the northside of the lake stood a small house with a dock and a lone boat pulled up on the shore. Doctor Ingolf Valatine sat on the grass peering into the clear blue water unperturbed by the individual that approached his side.

"So.. I suppose they sent you to.. eliminate me?" He asked in a meek tone.

Altec didn't bother to sugar the truth, "..Yes."

The scientist chuckled, an obvious sign, to cover his growing anxiety. "Then I imagine that theres no way I could convince you to change your mind?"

"No." Altec peered into the water as well, aware of the situation, but secretly enjoying the calm of the moment.

"OK, fine then.." The stocky Imperial stood up and brushed his hands on his pants, "Can I ask you a question though?" He hadn't expected Altec to answer, but continued regardless. "Why? After so much Altec, after so much learning and training, after what you've become?"

They both stood in silence for several long moments. Doctor Valatine began to perspire, he knew the end was near after all, he helped create Altec and his brother. The assassin turned his body towards the doctor and brought his eyes to his.

"Retribution" Were the last words the doctor heard before Altec summon the spirit sword and plunged it through the Doctors chest cavity. The body went limp almost instantly as it fell to the ground, the pool of blood already growing around it. Altec glanced one last time at his.. "father" and made his leave.

Sadril

Sadril smiled revealing his white fangs, glistening in the candlelight, "Yes. They were most definitely linked, his and mine. They allowed us to communicate as well as allowed me to teleport to his home. Only one way, mind you, if that even makes a difference. The amulet could only take you there, not bring you back.

"But, yeah. He has an identical one. It may not be around his neck at the moment but I can almost assure you it is stuck in there with him."

Voltar

Voltar picked up the amulet and brought it back to the tome on his desk.

"As long as it's there with him, that's all I need," said almost in a distracted fashion, his mind all ready jumping ahead to the plans he was about to perform.

He intended to use the amulet as a pathway between the dimensions, all he needed to manipulate the bond between them to allow passage, that and break the current barrier that was created when Veric was banished.

He created an empty space within the shack and placed the amulet in the center of the room, he then began to scrawl characters and symbols onto the floor surrounding the amulet with a jar of Daedra blood. After finishing the drawings, he concentrated his magic into the blood, causing the blood to turn from black to a pulsating dark green colour.

Voltar grasped the Staff of Worldly Demise, another key object needed to perform this task. It was then that he remembered the presense of the stranger.

"I would suggest you stand back," Voltar said as the staff began to emanate a red hue.

Sadril

Sadril raised an eyebrow at the man and obeyed his request to step back. He slowly paced backwards until his heel felt the wall. It had taken many dead ends and twenty years to reach this point, but he never expected this man would be able to free Veric so quickly.

He certainly knows what he is doing. Kind of.. scary.

I wonder if I... Sadril stared intently at the Altmer.

Should I really allow Veric to return? No, of course I should... He must maintain the balance. The prophecy must be allowed to take its course.