Celia nodded, still sniffling a bit. She started worrying again when the Dunmer acted surprised. Her eyes glistened as more tears threaten to escape. "Is, is--that... a bad thing?" She was sudddenly scared. Princess of dusk and what? Death? Demons?

[quote=MerGirl]Celia nodded, still sniffling a bit. She started worrying again when the Dunmer acted surprised. Her eyes glistened as more tears threaten to escape. "Is, is--that... a bad thing?" She was sudddenly scared. Princess of dusk and what? Death? Demons?[/quote]

"Not bad...unless shes warning us of something. I had a dream about her too. She kept muttering "Arcyakt". Did she say anything to you? This is important."

Falx noticed a darkly clad Bosmer walk passed him as he was doing his duty to his body.

"Strange fellow" He muttered on the verge of a hangover, even without sleeping.

There were shouts in the distance. Then moans and several cries and plea's to various gods.

Falx finished his businuss and crept to a corner to peer on the happenings. Hundreds, if not thousands of people populated the Imperial Square.

"By the gods.." Falx said aloud. Someone heard him.

"Praise the Emperor! A Knight is here to save us!" The crowds started to rush around Falx, almost making it hard to breath. A man with many wrinkles and scares, signifying that he was of old age approached,

"Hail Sir Knight! I am Gustok Valdormave, elder of our little comune." He glared into Falx's red eyes, "What word of this event is there? The people must be informed!"

"Uhh.. Clearly there has been an attack by the Deadra, but please! I beg you, return to your homes and the matter will be resolved shortly!" Falx pleaded. The crowds responded by crushing him even further. There were numerous cries abroad.

Cry's of love,
"My child! Where is my child!?"

Cry's of pain,
"Ahhh, it was horrible, my house, my family, my life.. gone, all gone!"

Cry's of revolt,
"The emperor has abandoned us! Quickly! To arms, the town is ours!"

Cry's of passion,
"My love, hang in a little longer. I will find a healer, everything will be alright!"

Falx was powerless to help any of him. What was a soldier to do?

He thought as fast as was possible, "People of Cyrodil! Listen! The great capitol of our empire is in ruin! Many have fallen, and many more will fall if action is not taken. I beg you to listen! Gather your belongings, The city is no longer safe. We make for better lands in the morning!"

He was applauded with a mix of insults, boo's and curse's, but Falx new something had to be done.

Fighting through the crowds he made it to the gangs hide out. Falx continued to tell what had just happened, and realized that a stranger was in their midst...

Sel nodded to Falx to let him know that he was aware of his and the newcomer's presence, but he kept his full attention on Celia, figuring Azura's message was more important than a sleeping bosmer.

Celia felt a bit overwhelmed when she heard people shouting outside, but sighed in relief when the Knight told the people of the relocation. They're not coming in here. Good, that would be too many people for me to handle...

Noticing the Dunmer still had his attention on Celia, Celia felt shy with the attention. She blushed and shrugged. "Something about a great battle against evil, demons, and that my healing powers are going to become very useful in the future..."

"Hmm...I don't think it's coincidence that we both dreamt of Azura." Sel said as he wiped a tear from Celia's face. "We'll worry about that later though. right now, I'm going to get some sleep. If you need anything, wake me up."

Sel closed his weary eyes and slept. Almost wanting another dream from Azura to clarify things. It didn't come.

Falx watched as Sel went to sleep, he figured that most everyone was asleep as well for there weren't to many noises about anymore.

He remebered his dream too, how horrible it was, his beloved city being overtaken by deadra.

"So.. Celia, it seems you and Sel have had dreams as well. I fear I am experinceing them too."

[quote]Inside a dark dark, the unnamed Khajiit appeared out of thin air, only to land on the cold, hard, stoney floor. A strong voice periced the darkness. "After all the power, that I gave you." The voice slightly rose in anger as it continued. "After all the training I put you through; You allow a mere handful of MORTAL TO DEFEAT YOU?!??!!?" The voice dropped back down as the Khajiit stammered in reply. "Master, I did nothing wrong. It was only a slight,"

"A slight misunderstanding and it won't happen again?"

The Khajiit nodded, his yellow eye wide and panic-stricken. "No master. It won't" The voice paused, as if considering him. "Fine, you are right, it will never-happen-again."

"Ma-ma-master?"

With the speed of thunder, the Khajiit vansihed, leaving only the smell of singed fur and his dark curasis behind.[/quote]

The rain that had been pounding the city came to a quick stop while the clouds shifted aside to let through the gods and goddesses of the night sky. (OOC:The stars) As he watched through his mirror, Arcyatk materialized a small glass of wine to his hand, sipping in peace. "What shall I do? These troublsome warriors and mages had tricked my servant into defeat." THe sorrcerer willed the mirror to show him his new enemies. Without fail, the mirror showed him every person there, including a new face.

"What to do...." He sat thoughtfully for a moment, swirling the wine around in thought. "I think maybe, that a little misplacement could turn them against each other..." Arcyatk's thin lips grew into a sly grin brimming with malice. He waved a hand over the mirror, sending some of his magic into the room in undetectable amounts. "Who to start on? Maybe... I will wait untill they are all asleep..." With that, he took another sip of his wine and waited.

Falx was keeping guard on the balcony of the mansion. He needed a little time alone to contintplate why everything was happening, and why his gods were silent.

Something caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand straight up, it was an eery odd sensation. It unerved Falx, but he dismissed it as the willy's he had about that Bosmer.

"Yuck, who would eat their own kind?" he said to himself his head nodding up and down from tiredness.

He almost wish the rain and the clouds would return, just so that the star's would stop gazing at him.

Sel awoke again after about an hour because of the newcomer's snores. He rubbed his eyes and looked around.

Celia was asleep again, the bosmer was still on his bedroll...he noticed his dagger was laying beside Celia, apparently fallen out of a pocket. Sel picked it up and sheathed it, figuring he'd ask her about it later. Where was Falx? He tightened his sword belt and walked upstairs to find him.

Falx was on the balcony, staring at the stars.

"What's the problem?" Sel asked the knight. "You're probably tired," Sel assumed. "I'll take this watch. you go ahead and sleep."

"Yea, I am tired, but that Bosmer gives me the creeps, somethings not right there.." He said still staring at the stars

"So you've had a dream too? I had one about the fall of the city. Some evil looking figure and a naked woman were standing in the twilight hours.. Weird no?"

Falx started unstrapping his armor...

"I'm guessing the naked woman was Azura?" Sel asked.

"I wouldn't know.. I can't remeber to much about her even though they tried to drill it in our head during the academy's foriegn education class." Falx chuckled remebering old times.

"What do you thinks going on?"

"there's something I haven't told any of you - with all the fighting there really wasn't to much time - I suspect it's the true problem. Back at that house, when I first met everyone, I got sucked up into some sort of humaniod soul trap." Sel sighed. "I woke up in a prison, and it wasn't long before I was questioned. An altmer mage had me chained and paralyzed with a spell. He asked me really general questions. Things like 'who is the emperor?' he said he had been gone for a long time. I told him Tiber Septim and he only 'sensed' that I was lying. So either he's crazy or immortal. Anyways, he left and I escaped through some sort of magic mirror." Sel looked up at the imperial knight. "I think he's behind everything. If he can break the soul trap law set down by gods, what stops him from summoning mass quantities of daedra?" Sel paused. "I'm afraid my assumption may be a little too far fetched though. It could be something as simple as an angry daedra prince, and Azura is trying to stop her rival. It's all too complicated for me."

(OOC: I got to go do something real quick, just like make my guy go to sleep or whatever... Your choice)

Shakur saw the huge house on the horizon. "Finally," said Shakur to himself "a resting place that isn't made of sticks". Shakur walked toward the front door, hoping a good hearted person woild allow his entry. He put his claymore in it's rightful sheith, and got prepared for anything. He raised his left hand, his black and tan robe shifted to one side and reveiled half of his body. He knocked three times, and fixed his robe. "Please, please let this house owner be free of hatred" murmmered Shakur, thinking of the skar on his chest.

Falx was silent, Sel figured he was overwhelmed.

Suddenly, there was a sound. knock! knock! knock! Sel looked down below the balcony, and saw a man waiting at the front door.

He first checked to make sure his sword was clear in its scabbard before going downstairs to open the door.

"Who is it?" Sel asked, only cracking the door about two inches.

Shakur Smiled, "My name is Shakur the Red, I am in a strange position right now. Please, I have been traveling these land now for a long, long time now, and I havn't slept in days. I know I sound rude but, but you must understand". Shakur was almost crying, for this house was his last resort.

OOC: Um, I really have to go now, but if you let me in, just say I fall asleep some where thankfully. Sorry to post n' leave like this. Bye.

Fenris was already asleep, he too had dreams. Of course, not of any prophetic warning from Azura. If he had, however heard the others had received dreams, he would have laughed drunkely at them, dreaming of demons. Female demon lords, at that. And heeding thier warnings.

[quote=Red]Shakur Smiled, "My name is Shakur the Red, I am in a strange position right now. Please, I have been traveling these land now for a long, long time now, and I havn't slept in days. I know I sound rude but, but you must understand". Shakur was almost crying, for this house was his last resort.

OOC: Um, I really have to go now, but if you let me in, just say I fall asleep some where thankfully. Sorry to post n' leave like this. Bye.[/quote]


"Fine, come in." Sel said. Even though he was more than suspicios of the two newcomers to the house, he would not turn them down for shelter. He would merely keep an eye on them.

Sel watched Shakur curl up on the lush carpet and slowly drift to sleep.

Falx set atop of the balcony and watched as Sel let the stranger in,

"Damn you Sel" He muttered to himself, "Now I really fear for us"

Falx walked down from the balcony and found a nice comfy room, it had been at least a year since he had slept in such a bed.

Once settled he fell to sleep.

(OOC: I think whoever posts after this should start it off in the morining time.)

Arco had been quite, not caring even thought it had comed in two strangers just like that. He held his two scimitars in his hands, just looking at them - The had got some heavily beating from the demon scales, he looked down at the floor closing his eyes...

Suddently he rised, takin down his scimitars. He took his cloak around him before he walked out the door...

"It aint a freaking tavern!" he said to himself, but it wasn't hard to hear him. He grabbed the wall on the mansion before he climbed up the three floors ending up one roof. He satt down right over the balcony leaning back resting his head on his arms and looked out on the stars. He could hear all what Falx and Sel talked about. 'Who is this Altmer?' he thought. 'Azura, demons and a Altmer. A Altmer that opens the gate of Oblivion releasing demons and pain to all people here. We're talking about something more powerfull' he thought. He couldn't think of how a Altmer could do all this, but he had seen much and it wouldn't be a suprise...

'We're to many to attack single handed...' Arco thought... Arco started thinking of his friends again, he had good memories but they all ended with sadness and hatered...

"You know they dont care about you Arco, they didn't care when you vanished. You're a loner and you will always be, your destiny is to die as a loner never beeing remembered" a voice sounded in Arco's head. He looked around almost in a panic, he leaned back rubbing his face...

"Never!" the voice cried out, Arco held his hands over his eyes. Trying to ignore it.

(OOC: Had I idea yesterday of how Arcyatk could attack us. Though that he comes to the city meets us all. Then he teleport all of us but one around in the city so he only meets one. Then he summons a warrior or something that in the end kills one of them... Or my plan was that if it happend Arco would be vanished to Oblivion by the warrior - Guess its up for Hukai)

Myrage warily opened one eye, checking if everyone was asleep. Confirming that to himself he drew his small silver dagger and got up to a crouch.

tiptoeing over to Falx, he holds his breath and stands right by him, pondering on what to steal.


"Hmmmmm, what will he need least...."

Checking over all his armour, (which I'm guessing you took offf for sleeping?) he decides to go for the big one and hauls the cuirass onto his shoulders.

Shakur's eyes opened almost violently. "Again?" whispered Shakur to himself. "Again a dream of the soothsayer?" Shakur noticed it was almost morning, but didn't notice Myrage sneaking about. He got off the floor, grabbed his sword, and repeatedly said "I'll stop it. These men don't need to see my horrors". He creapt out the door, not silently, but without notice. He swung his sword sword over his head and then in circles on his left and right side. And that's when he saw him.

The daedra unsheathed it's sword, and wasted no time rushing towards him. It raised it's sword to block the claymore, now raised above Shakur's head. He knew this tactic, and knew it was a two move kill. When the daedra was within 5 feet of him, Shakur dropped his claymore and punched the daedra using his glass gauntlet. It was a mighty left punch, sending the daedra to the ground. Shakur lifted the claymore and swung, but his enemy was too fast, rolling and jumping. He swung the claymore but the mighty sword only cut off a piece of the daedra's helm. The daedra lunged at Shakur, giving him a cut in his armour. Shakur used his gauntlet yet again, punching the daedra hard, but it was when Shakur pulled his gauntlet back, plunging the glass spikes into it's face, hardly protected by it's open helm.

Sel watched the recently arrived bosmer. Having let so many people in, he had taken it opun himself to watch over his friends.

Sel saw the bosmer crouching over Falx with a dagger.

He jumped to his feet, sword in hand. He put his sword to the bosmer's neck.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sel growled. "Lie, and you might not have a head."

Shakur lifted the cuirass of of the daedra, and switched his with it. "It was broken anyways" said Shakur, looking at his old, steel cuirass. Shakur noticed the glass spike his gauntlet left in the daedra, and decided to take it out and get an armourer to put it back in. He stood back up and opened the door and was shocked by the sight he saw. He lifted his sword to the back of Sel's neck. "Have I walked into the scene of a future murder?" Said Shakur calmly, poking the back of Sel's neck.

Celia yawned, more awake now that she had some more rest. She rubbed her eyes and got up to walk around the house and stretch a bit. However, she wasn't expecting the scene that was taking place near.

She gasped when she saw the predicament between the Dunmer (Sel) and the two newly-arrivals. She hestated, then decided to step in. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" She tried to make her face stern. "What do you think you guys are doing?" She tried to smile. "That is not how we treat others with respect, you know?"

Shakur looked to his side to see Celia, who until now he didn't know excisted. "I guess I did act irrationally" Shakur lowered his claymore, but not completely and continued "but I still want a very good explanation". Shakur Looked back between celia and Sel once more, before finally noticed why Sel had raised his sword.

"I don't treat assassins with respect." Sel said to answer Celia. "And now that I don't have a sword at my neck anymore, I will continue with my questions." he said to the bosmer.

"Why were you standing over Falx with a dagger?" Sel asked, accentuating his point by pressing his sword harder into the bosmer's neck.

"Asassin?" Shakur said, remembering all of his loved ones that have been troubled by asassins. Shakur walked around Sel, and put his claymore at the front of the asassin's neck. "I swear to any god under the skies that if you came for me, I'll deform you worse than a corprus beast!"

ooc: Sorry to leave during the climax, but I gotta go out to lunch. If you keep going, just make me ask some questions I would probably ask you guys.

Celia yelped, and, in a second, she was by the muscular Redguard's side, clutching his arm. "Oh, please, please, mister big Redguard, don't hurt him!" She tried to push aside his arm holding the claymore. "There must be a pefect explanation for this!"

"A perfect explanation for murder?" The Redguard raised an eyebrow, his voice expressing his disgust.

Celia shook her head. "No! ...Er, perhaps the Bosmer lives here and feels a bit... threatened...?" She turned to look down at the Bosmer. "Isn't that right, Mister Bosmer?"

Sel's eyes narrrowed. His voice got loud and angry.

"He was standing over Falx with a dagger in his hand!" Sel yelled. "I for one would rather kill an enemy than have him harm a friend!"

Sel liked Celia, but he thought she was too trusting. He didn't feel bad for yelling at her.

Celia's temper started to flare. "Hey, let the Bosmer answer the darn question, or at the very least, give an explanation!" Her voice raised a bit. "Isn't that what you guys were doing, anyway? Waiting for the damn explanation? Well, I prefer you do it, nicely, and without wielding your weapons, m'kay?!" By this time, she was practically yelling, her patience draining out of her and she began shaking.


(OOC: Sorry for the swear. If it's not allowed, let me know. :ashamed: )

(Sorry I'm late, doing slave labour in the garden.)

Myra looks around wide eyed at all the people.

"Uh...I was just going to shine my dagger," he says dropping the cuirass to the floor," And I was gonna shine this too. Sory for all the confusion."

Sel regarded Celia with curiousity, not thinking she was even capable of anger.

He then regarded the bosmer. "Does my friend's blood help shine your dagger?" Sel said. "Does shining his curiass make it worth more money?"

He turned to Celia. "Just trust me on this one." he pleaded. "I won't hurt him." and then under his breath muttered. "Unless he needs hurting."

Celia breathed in and out, trying to calm down. She then turned to the Redguard, giving him a glare. "You better promise not to hurt him, too!"

The Redguard shook his head. "I can't guarantee it..."

"Okay, but at least try not to." She turned to Sel, willing to give him a chance. "Okay, but if he's innocent, and you hurt him anyway, I'll hurt you personally!"

(I have no idea, is it supposed to be past or present tense?) Smiling, Myra adds"Yeah Sel, lay off." Standing upright he continues.
" I was merely wanting to shine equipment for fun, I would never hurt an imperial soldier. Anyway my father was killed by an assassin, I'm trying to get revenge. I was also going to wake him and ask him about any assassin ties around here...but now it doesn't matter..." Myra smiles leeringly at Sel, his back turned to Celia.

He sheaths his dagger, and brushes off his sleeves of the dust, "Ugh, dunmer scent."

Sel knew he was lying, but did nothing because Celia was there. that bosmer gave him a smirk that said "Ha, you were right, but I got out of it!"

Sel gave the bosmer a glare and sheathed his sword.

"Alright, bosmer, but I for one am not sleeping close to you."

Sel began to walk out, but when he came to Celia he whispered in her ear, "You won't get much sleep, because you'll be watching him. you wanted to keep him, you have the responsibility." with that, he walked out the door to get some air.

"Well, if it will make you happy, I will!" She yelled at Sel's back. She turned to face the Reguard. "You heard him." She pushed the Redguard out of the room. "So, go!"

She then cheerfully turned to the Bosmer. "See? Everything's going to be fine, now that I'm looking after you."

She paused, her voice thoughful. "But first!" Her hand slapped the Bosmer's face---hard. "That's for the mean comment towards Dunmer!" She leaned her face toward the Bosmer's. "I'm very strict about this kind of thing, and I'm not deaf, so you better keep your comments to yourself." Her face turned dark. "Or else, I will kick you out, whether or not this house is yours!" She crossed her arms. "And I trust the fact you will not hurt anyone, correct?"

She surprised herself when she took out her weapon and shook it threateningly over the Bosmer's head. She smiled sweetly. "M'kay?"

Celia thought to herself, I guess I do care about the others... just a little bit.

Sel shrugged off the shout that assaulted his ears. As long as she was taking responsibility, Sel didn't care - even if she was doing it out of spite. Sel hoped she was right, but would never admit to it - his pride wouldn't allow it.

"You're pride will be the end of you." his sister always said, and yet, he could never get rid of it. Especially since it was all he had left - until now.

Myra looked at Celia, speechless. "Uh... This isn't my house, and...well I can't exactly give you my word...." He drew his dagger and leapt backwards, rubbing his cheek.

"Oh, and I don't think you can kick me out, seeing as this house isn't yours either." He calmly sat down in a chair, and took out a skooma pipe, "I'm here to stay..."

Arco again came as a supprise leaping down on the balcony...

"If we want you to leave then you leave..." he paused "We have been saving people and busting our asses all day, if you came here to cause trouble it will be the last you do!" Arco said strickt getting sure the Bosmer got the point... After loosening the grip he had on his scimitars on his belt, he walked past the Dunmer looking him straight in th eye's before walking down...

Myra smiled at the room, then drew his bow. It was a beutifully carved ash bow, with a golden design laced aorund it like a spiders web of a spider on skooma. He stood up, and got out a small target from his netch leather bag. He pinned it to a wall, and startd practising, one 'accidentaly' missing and going very near Celia.

Arco saw how the arrow went straight past Celia's face... Arco went fast in action, he went up to the Bosmer before taking his bow and grabbing him by the shoulder's before he pushed him out of the house furious!

"If you ever do something as stupid as that again, your next target will be me!" Arco said intimitating to the Bosmer before shuting the door going up to Celia.. "Everything alright there?" He said..

Celia nodded, a bit confused. "Er, yeah. I'm okay..." She glanced at the arrow embedded in the wall, before turning to Arco. She gave a small smile. "Er, clumsy assassination attempt, you think?"

Her smile dissolved as she realized something. "I really should apologize to Sel. I yelled at him for doubting our visitor's claims..." She looked at Arco. "Think he would forgive me?" She asked sadly.

Myra scowled at being outisde in the rain. "Ok Dunmer, you shall be my target." He slowly climbed his way up the roof of the house, then undetected swoops back in via the balcony. He crouched down, listening to the conversation.

"Sure he will..." Arco replied, ignoring about the Bosmer... He thought the Bosmer was either a simple theif or a pretty clumsy guy, beeing in the wrong place at wrong time...

[quote=Konradude]Myra scowled at being outisde in the rain. "Ok Dunmer, you shall be my target." He slowly climbed his way up the roof of the house, then undetected swoops back in via the balcony. He crouched down, listening to the conversation.[/quote]

Sadly for the Bosmer, Fenris was heading for the balcony. He stood, looking at the Bomser blankly, he had a hangover from last night. The sight of a crouching giant of a bomser wasn't exactly something he saw everyday. He had heard the voices, but their words weren't too clear to him right now. He looked down on the Bosmer distastefully.

"Who are you, and what in the name of Kyne are you doing?" he asked.

Myra jumped at the voice, and dropped his knife down the stairs, the blade embedding itself with a thump. He turned slowly to see the cause of his fright and stood up, promptly bowing.

"Hello Nord, I am Myra, or Myrage. As for what I am doing... to be precise I am trying to listen to the conversation down there and think of my next planof attack. And who might you be?"