Flint Ironwood, putting a bit of pace in his step.

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There was a slight focussing of Magicka, then the man shot up into the sky, straight towards the tower at the center of the city. He could see the group he was supposed to meet down below and altered his course so he would land right between them.
,,Ok, now this is definitely not my idea of a nice day."

Flint Ironwood, the Breton has landed.

Flint landed nearly on top of Jonathan. He fell to the ground while the rest of the group appeared to be quite startled at the sight of a Breton falling from the sky.
,,Sorry.......he's......back." Flint muttered, gasping for breath. He took a deep breath before shouting at the top of his lungs.

,,THE BRETON THAT TRIED TO KILL BRIANNA IS BACK!!!! HIS VAMPIRE IS COMING TO GET US RIGHT NOW! DRAW YOUR WEAPONS!" He then collapsed on the ground again.
,,Ok, I...need...some...air."

Voltar

Voltar returned back to his wine. Sadril seemed like a capable person, even if he did fail, Veric didn't seem to be one who cared about an inconvienance such as that for too long. Voltar liked that kind of thinking, being a conjurist, there were often cases where the creatures he summoned proved useless. All he had to do was banish it and summon something more appropriate. It's all about efficiency.

Too bad this one isn't a good one, I would enjoy this day that much more... Voltar thought randomly.

Flint Ironwood, overextending himself.

,,Wha?.........Don't pull the good buddy routine on me. We were never good friends. On top of that, you seemed to be quite friendly with the bad guy just a few moments ago! Stay away!" Flint shouted despite his lack of breath and fired a huge Telekinetic wave at Sadril, throwing a couple of unsuspecting people walking around into the air. Exhausted from his action, he collapsed, unconscious.


(Ok, I'm off to bed. Since it seems like you'll be rp-ing for a while, Flint is going to take a little nap.)

Voltar

Voltar snapped out of his reverie when Veric suddenly exclaimed to "Follow them". It looked like the time for waiting was over. He also noticed the spell Veric casted over himself. Voltar followed suit and tossed his glass of wine aside.

"Well it looks like we're about to end a staple of the Waterfront, pity," he mused and energies formed along his fingertips.

Suddenly bright sparks of heat erupted in various places that quickly grew into powerful flames that rapidly began to encompass the boat.

"Won't take long for the alcohol to go, I suggest we vacate," Voltar said, making his way towards the exit.

Sadril

Sadril crossed his arms in front of his face to protect himself from the blast; it did little to stop him from being thrown into the air however. He landed relatively gracefully, either way. He stood, recomposed himself and walked over to where Flint had collapsed. "A shame," he said before he looked up and saw Satyana and two other men, "My appologies, my name is Sadril."

Jonathan Constantine

"Huh, a vampire then.." Jonathan drew his back sword and rested it on his left shoulder. "Haven't delt with one of those in a while.."

He noticed a look towards Satyana and smirked a little bit, "Why would you scare our friend so, if your intentions are not ill?"

Sadril

"Huh? You mean Flint?" he asked glancing down at the collapsed Breton, "We had a run-in years ago in which we weren't exactly on the same side of the sword at first. No worries though, I've put it all behind me," he continued with a smile. It wasn't hard to miss one of the men readying his bow, but Sadril was confident he would not fire so long as he showed no hostility to the group.

Rann

A vampire, and one that knows Flint from twenty years ago, that would mean...

"You wouldn't happen to be Sadril, by any chance?" he asked. His father had told him about the time he had been stuck inside a vampire's head...

Sadril

Sadril drew back, slightly surprised, "Yes... I am. How do you know me?" he asked. In reality he could guess Rahvin told Rann about him, but as far as they knew Sadril didn't know who the man before him was.

Voltar

Voltar stood beside Veric, admiring his work as the Bloated Float was further consumed in flames.

"Well it certainly seems we have all our bases covered," Voltar added to Veric's statement.

He did believe that as long as they worked together properly, there was little that could stop their combined might. All it would take was logical and level heads to prevail.

"So I take it we're going to do some more sight-seeing while we wait for word from Sadril?"

Rann

"I don't." he answered, "But my father did. Some situation with a soul, a glove, and a Cerpin."

Sadril

Sadril grinned widely, "Yes I do recall that, quite a situation. So, you are the son of Rahvin, then?"

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

Sadril

"My father is not important right now. Your father is, however. I need to locate him and tell him of a rather delicate situation that has arisen. Do you know where he is?" Sadril asked, stretching his neck and looking around, half expecting to see Rahvin.

Rann

He held up his hand, essentially telling Isaac that there was nothing to be afriad of.

"I do know where he is, but I would want to know this information so that I can decide whether or not it's worth giving up my father's location for."


OOC: bedtime. Got to wake up early and work.

Sadril

"The information is quite sensitive, although Flint here practically screamed it for all of Nirn. It's information that as few outside ears should hear as possible,"

Rahvin

"My name's Rahvin." he said, but he couldn't be sure if he had been heard or not, as her mind seemed to drift away. She came back to the present, talking about the coat.

"Yeah, you gave me the coat after we kill-" he stopped, deciding to omit the part about killing Jadier. "After we were involved in a fight."

Flint Ironwood, waking up.

,,Sensitive? I call the return of the supernasty Breton with more firepower than all the battlemages combined a total disaster. People have the right to know. They have the right to know that he'll probably come after Sathyana here to finish the job! I just don't care how many people are going to hear. Who knows what that damned Breton will do once he's through with us. Maybe he'll become the Emperor, I don't know. Everything is possible with that monster." Flint, who by now had recovered and fully regained his breath, shouted. He had no idea how accurate his imagination was. He mentally kicked himself right afterwards though.

,,Yes, this is Brianna's daughter. Crap, I messed up again." He grumbled. Silently, the Storm and the Blade left their scabbard. Flint's own Magicka had been totally expended in that telekinetic wave but his weapons kept a supply of their own. He was not afraid to use it.
,,Don't you dare touch her, vampire. You can not drink her blood."

Flint Ironwood, waking up.

,,Sensitive? I call the return of the supernasty Breton with more firepower than all the battlemages combined a total disaster. People have the right to know. They have the right to know that he'll probably come after Sathyana here to finish the job! I just don't care how many people are going to hear. Who knows what that damned Breton will do once he's through with us. Maybe he'll become the Emperor, I don't know. Everything is possible with that monster." Flint, who by now had recovered and fully regained his breath, shouted. He had no idea how accurate his imagination was. He mentally kicked himself right afterwards though.

,,Yes, this is Brianna's daughter. Crap, I messed up again." He grumbled. Silently, the Storm and the Blade left their scabbard. Flint's own Magicka had been totally expended in that telekinetic wave but his weapons kept a supply of their own. He was not afraid to use it.
,,Don't you dare touch her, vampire. You can not drink her blood."

Voltar

Voltar pondered the question, taking his time to think things through. "Well, this idea might be a bit of a longshot, but you became a "long-lost Septim" who is looking to reclaim his throne. You might even go as far as to say that you're a reincarnation of Martin Septim, as the Nine Divines deemed that a Septim was needed to rule the empire once more. I think I could act as a prophet for such a prophecy," Voltar offered.

"Then again, we could always assassinate a councilor currently vying for the Emporer position. Then you could resume their place, suggesting that an assassination attempt left you with those eyes of yours. Then you hire me as your advisor, and we twist the political game to our favour," he added. Those were the two ideas that came to the top of his head. Both seemed possible to pull off.

"We would definitely have public favour if we find a way to vanquish that presense in the Valus Mountains that I mentioned to you about..."

OOC: I'm off to bed, later!

Voltar


"All I know is that it has power. A lot of it. I have heard rumors that crimerate has lowered by alot. Obviously, this presense is collecting them to the Valus Mountains, as if they are building an army. It seems to be satisfied now, since I haven't heard any of it's callings anymore. So I expect all hell to break loose soon in the east," he said, walking beside Veric, a awkward expression formed on his face.

"I don't believe it's a creature of Nirn though... it's abilities are... foreign to say the least. It could pose some problem to us. Other than that, I have no idea what it is, or a name."

Sadril

Sadril's anger grew steadily as Flint's rant went on. He found himself wanting to put a sword through the Breton's throat to silence him, but when Rann intervened and told Flint to calm down, Sadril's anger subsided slightly.

"You don't know Veric like I do," he said, taking a menacing step towards Flint, "If word spreads openly of his return he will see no reason to remain discrete in his workings. That's not something we want."

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan sheethed his sword but kept a weary eye over the vampire.

He walked up beside Satyana wanting to ask her something. "Do you know whats going on here? I'm just a desperado from the Imperial City, not some big wig adventurer like Sel, or Serene.."

Tails of their exploits and victory so many years before vaulted the heroes to near god like status amongst the few commoners that knew their names.

Voltar

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"Fate you say... I would have to say I do believe in it. Every since I heard of you, I knew that we would meet eventually. As I believe, the powerful should rule, and obviously we are among the powerful ones. We deserve the Empire. I also did not think it was coincidence that Sadril stumbled upon my home with that amulet the night that my ability in freeing you was met. That has only solidified my beliefs in fate," Voltar said slowly, thinking out his words carefully, "But do I think that fate can be changed? That sounds like a better question in my opinion."

Satyana
Satyana smiled as Jonathan approached her, but when he asked her that question she didn´t really hear him..just those names "Sel" and "Serene"

Dose he also know them? How extraordinary....my grandmother is that famous?

"Ehh...I..I don´t know, but Jonathan...do you know Sel...and Serene? You know Serene is my grandmother....and Uncle Sel...well I do know him, he used to tell stories....wonderful, scary stories..I loved them but I couldn´t sleep after hearing them"

Satyana giggled....when thinking of that

"Maybe Rann knows....I have no idea, but it scares me..all these people.....from the past, suddenly they appear here....and now!"

Satyana shrugged and walked closer to Jonathan...

"You´re a very sweet desperado" she said , smiling

Rann

Rann rolled his eyes at that last statement and took it as his cue to leave. He fell in beside Sadril as they began to head towards the library.

"I have one question for you before I tell you where to find my father." he said, waiting for Sadril to agree.

Satyana
Satyana smiled as Jonathan approached her, but when he asked her that question she didn´t really hear him..just those names "Sel" and "Serene"

Dose he also know them? How extraordinary....my grandmother is that famous?

"Ehh...I..I don´t know, but Jonathan...do you know Sel...and Serene? You know Serene is my grandmother....and Uncle Sel...well I do know him, he used to tell stories....wonderful, scary stories..I loved them but I couldn´t sleep after hearing them"

Satyana giggled....when thinking of that

"Maybe Rann knows....I have no idea, but it scares me..all these people.....from the past, suddenly they appear here....and now!"

Satyana shrugged and walked closer to Jonathan...

"You´re a very sweet desperado" she said , smiling

Sadril

Sadril too rolled his eyes at Satyana's remark. He looked at Rann when he fell back and stated his request, "Okay, ask away."