[b]
Cyldreen Mon'Cheri[/b]


The Breton pondered about the direction they would go. Should they go north-east to Hla Oad? Or north, to Seyda Neen?

Didn't the Assassin said something about Arrile? Oh, yes. To Seyda Neen.

"North, my good sir," Cyldreen turned his gaze towards Riden. "Now, that we're on the boat, I guess an explanation about the Gemroot is in order. The lizards venerate this object, thinking it as some kind of gift from the Hist. Did I say that already?

Anyway, rumors float around that the skirmish between Stormhold and Thorn suddenly stopped mid-battle! As if Time itself ceased.. If this is the work of the Roots of Svel'kreen, which I lay my suspiscions on, then imagine what it could do!

I also ... heard that most of the fights between the Elves and the Argonians involve slaves. An ... acquitance of mine tells that the slaves were taken off to Gods-Knows-Where. What does the Argoniabn hope to gain at their enslaved kin? Continued slavery is out of the question.

Then, what? Free them? Slave Bracers and all the associated stuff needs some kind of magical key, right? And those keys these days are rare. Unless those reptillians have some kind of power to dispel, or whatever, those manacles then I applaud them for it. If not, and they use other means, well ... This gets interesting."

He finished with a bow, not sarcastic of course.

OOC: I fear that I may be busy in the next few days or so. That means my post will be slightly less from now on. My apologies.

Tess' POV

"Riden, I'm scared..."

I snuggled in his arms as he smirked, "The Great Tess Rysan, scared of a little Morrowind air?"

I giggled and pushed him back, "The infamous Riden Snowe, marrying cute little old me?"

His smile widened as the boat started to sail up north. Riden turned his attention to the Breton, "Cyldreen, to be frank, I don't give a care about a those roots or whatever, I'm here to kill Arrile and have some fun with Tess here."

He sighed, "I'm guessing you never visited Cyrodiil...obvious because lots of Cyrodiil natives know about my...er...exploits there. Many don't know my face but they all know these robes."

I elbowed him in the gut, "Riden, don't tell him!" I snapped. He gave a small kiss, "Don't worry about it."

"Do I owe you an explanation or do you simply don't care?"

Kaye Soscean

Kaye nodded to himself.
"North, that would be...that way, roughly speaking." He muttered to himself, took the other oar as well and began to row.

It wasn't long before the Breton began to tell more of this rootgem of his. To the Redguard's ears, it sounded like a fancy story and a whole lot of connecting random events in a way that could only make sense to the one who came up with the connection in the first place. In this case, that was Cyldreen.
"So what makes you think you can get it? If it has all those fancy tricks up its crystalline sleeves, then wouldn't some random but quite powerful person have already gotten his or her hands on it? Also, I don't think anyone is going to wave around the stone of incredible handiness in plain sight. Might be hard and potentially lethal to find is all I'm saying." He replied at the end of the story.

A sudden wave turned the bow around and Kaye had his hands full with getting them back on course for a few moments, long enough to miss any answer the Breton might have given him. When he felt it was safe to listen in on the conversations again, the attention had already shifted, this time to the assassin, Riden. Kaye sneered.
"Good gods. The man talks about murder as if it is a trip to a tavern for a fun day spent drinking and telling jokes!"

OOC: RL has simply been hectic, damn it! Sorry for the long overdue.

"So what makes you think you can get it? If it has all those fancy tricks up its crystalline sleeves, then wouldn't some random but quite powerful person have already gotten his or her hands on it? Also, I don't think anyone is going to wave around the stone of incredible handiness in plain sight. Might be hard and potentially lethal to find is all I'm saying."

Cyldreen turned his gaze and a glint of amusement shoned on his eyes before being replaced by seriousness. It seems that the Reguard was rather ... perceptive than he lets on.

"Some random but quite powerful person? Unless that person can shapeshift into an Argonian, speak the tongue of Argonia and manages to go to Black Marsh, no. No person or organization can simply waltz through the swamps, tap the nose of whoever leads those lizards and flirt for the Gemroot," he then scoffed. "Even those elves had a hard time with those reptiles. So, why use brute force, when spies and assassins can do the job?" he returned his gaze to Riden.

"If you're helping me on this .. quest, then I suggest you give Arrile a quick death. We've a lot of things to do in the coming days," he pondered if he forgot something and remembered the high elf.

"What about you? Is there a reason for you to be in Morrowind?" he asked.

Riden's POV

Tess visually grimaced at the thought of another job and I leaned back a bit on my seat, "Of course, I'm not one to be slow."

I started to speak but Tess cut me off, "What about me? I think I'd just slow you down..."

I sighed again, "Tess, you'll be coming with us. I know you're a great fighter, just a bit...nervous when it comes to the real deal."

She took a glare at Cyldreen, "You say you're a spy...have you worked for a Province or some band of mercenaries?"

The winds started to pick up and I saw the whole of Morrowind come into view much better, even able to see some buildings, "We're coming close, let's wrap up the conversations quickly," I leaned closer to Tess and whispered reassuringly, "You'll do great in Morrowind, just get ready for anything."

Nelacar

Nelacar rowed with the others towards the small town of Seyda Neen. They were smart enough not to row the boat directly to the docks, and they beached the boat in the swamplands not far from the town. There was enough tree cover to hide them from prying eyes, and they could (hopefully) walk into Seyda Neen without suspicion of being connected to the ship stranded in the sea.

He helped the others pull the boat up before gathering his things from it. He needed to stop somewhere for supplies, but knowing that Riden was here to kill the trader, he was loathe to stay in Seyda Neen.

I need to separate myself from these fools. Were it not for the spy's knowledge of the roots, I would be gone already.

Cyldreen's quest for the roots was the best lead Nelacar had gotten, and even though he had reservations about traveling with his current companions for much longer, he felt he had no choice.

I would likely be forced to betray them in the end if I want to use the Roots... he put the thought in the back of his mind for the time being. He would have time for those plans later. There were more pressing issues at hand.

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

The Breton made a noise at the back of his throat as he hauled a rather heavy bag. He was beggining to wonder if it was hours before they landed. If so, then they should rowed faster. Cyldreen preferred his skin pale rather than sunkissed, a childhood habit that he had since Orsinium.

Orsinium. I wonder if negotiations between Morrowind and Orsinium could be made? Surely with the might of the Pariah Folk backing up the Dunmers' influence, they could do things alone they cannot?

He shook his head. This particular thought vanished at the back Cyldreen's head, but not completely forgotten. For now, he should plan his next move.

Information gathering. What place better to do that than the city of Vivec? Hmm .. if I get my hands on a rather ... open-minded politician, I'd get the thing I need. But fir now, there's the matter of the Assassin and his target. For now, let's pack.

This things could take a while. And after this, I should go to the nearest Imperial Fort. The Seal that kinky Emperor gave should be advantageous.

EDIT: OOC: Incase you guys forgotten, the emperor gave Seals to the mercenaries he hired, of which they can use to get help from the nearest Imperial Fort should they find themselves in desperate times. I'm sure I posted it earlier.

Tess' POV

I watched as the rest of the people came to shore and reached the village of Seyda Neen. Geo always sent letters about how boring this place was, but he was just like his father, bored when it comes to small towns.

I giggled a little bit from the small memory and then saw the old man walking around the village. I quickly nudged Riden a bit, "There's your target I think."

He shot a glare at the man and then smiled at me, "Thanks dear."

Riden's POV

After I thanked Tess, I free ran towards my target. A couple villagers looked at me with pure confusion and Arrile's face showed pure horror.

Before I reached my target however, using a small invisibility scroll, I chose to disappear. Arrile looked around and nervously shook his head, obviously thinking it was an hallucination. Carefully scaling a small house was easy, then after the invisibility wore off, I leaped from the top.

Arrile was completely taken by surprise and he tumbled to the ground. Raising my right hand, I plunged the hidden blade into his throat, then smiled, "May you have the youth in Death, Rest in Peace."

Tess grimaced and I returned to her side, "Let's get going."

OOC: Two things. One, Arille is male. Two, I'll have to improvise now but no big problem.

Kaye Soscean

Kaye was worn out from the rowing by the time they'd reached shore.
"Ugh, I never was a sailor in my youth and I definitely won't become one now." He grimaced while massaging his sore shoulders. As of now, he mostly desired to rest and have nothing to do with his 'companions anymore'. On the other hand, he also felt responsible for the events that had ocurred up to this point. If anything, he would like to repay his sins in some way, no matter how slight.
"I should warn that person who this Riden fellow wants assassinated. Now what was the name....Ara....damn, can't remember. But I'm not going to ask either, that would be just suspicious. Tsk, I need more time. I have to keep him out of Seyda Neen so I can give a warning." He thought and shook his head.

"Hey, it might be best to camp out here for the night to see what happens. Never know if they actually saw our little boat come to shore. It would be really inconvenient if....Bloody rats on a stick, those two ran off already!" He finished and shot a glance over his shoulder.
"Those stupid good for nothing...I've totally had it with that guy and his attitude. Stay here out of sight while I go after them!" He called out as he gave chase, despite already knowing it would be too late. From what he'd seen so far, Riden was not the man for carefully investigating his prey. The moment they would come into contact, the assassin would charge and strike, consequences be damned.
"And in a small village like that, he might just get away with it too. Do places like these get a proper guard detachment or do they rely on fishermen and hunters playing militia?"

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri


The spy snorted and scoffed.

I'm beggining to wonder if taking that Assassin along is a good idea. On one hand, he's a force to be reckoned with but on the other hand he's rather impatient and, from what I've seen, acts without thinking. Never a good combination if you murder people for a living, if not on a quest of great importance.. To that kink-lover Septim anyway.

He turned his from the bag beneath him to the running form of the Redguard. He whistled.

" ... Well, my pa always said that if you wany something done.. Do it yourself or," he muttered under his breath. "Hear about it for the next decade or so afterwards."

He returned to his work and considered the option of camping for the night. While it might shield the group from unwelcome company, or worse a patrolling group of Ordinators, one can never be sure about nature. Plus, the swampland that surrounded where they landed gave Cyldreen some.. anxiousness.

My scouting heart is getting on my head again. Would it hurt if I scouted this area, check to see if there's any threat? How about food?

He considered this one. He resisted it. Adventure can wait if the camp is properly erected and safe, and plus he was sure that he brought a sack filled of salted meat with him.

I simply love outdoors. Give me a warband of Orcs, unforgiving snowy mountains and a stinky city then I'd certainly feel at home.

Tess' POV

I sighed as Riden simply cleaned the blood off his small blade and grumbled, "You know, I remember when you actually investigated a target instead of killing him out right."

Riden looked flushed for a bit before chuckling, "I'm still the youngest assassin that is high enough up that I can boss around other assassins Tess, and our band of rogues don't...really talk first."

I grumbled once more as a small gust of wind started blowing from the north with heavy clouds, "Um guys, I think it MIGHT rain...but I don't know any weather patterns in Morrowind so..."

Riden's POV

I rolled my eyes a bit. Tess was going on about something that most back in Cyrodiil didn't care to hear other than our son, myself, and a couple sailors. Sailors...just a couple hours ago, there was a huge massacre, and I enjoyed having a little fun with my Jian sword.

I started to set up our tent and got ready as the Morrowind sun, or at least a semi-dim light in the sky started to set. After the tent got set up, I turned to Cyldreen, "Mind setting up the fire?"

After a small while, Tess came over to me and smiled, "Geo is somewhere in Morrowind you know."

I smiled back, "Maybe we'll meet him on our journey?"

She playfully punched me in the arm and looked up at the dark gloomy sky, "Maybe...I hope he's alright."

OOC: EPIC FORESHADOWING.

OOC: Too fast! Gah, It would have been better if the darn assassination had been more ..planned! Now I also need to change plans...yikes!



Serene

Serene was sitting by the lantern, on top of Seyda Neen Lighthouse, as always at this time of the day. She had lived in the town for several years now and she knew all the inhabitants. The reason why she came to Seyda Neen was a well kept secret. She never spoke about it and the people in town had stopped asking.

She was a healer and mage and she had been an asset to the town. She was well known and highly respected. She lived in the lighthouse, tending to it day and night. The former lighthouse keeper, Thavere, was too old now, and almost blind, and since she was one of those who helped Serene when she came to Vvardenfell so many years ago, she took over Thavere's duties.The old dunmer was still living in the lighthouse, though...

This afternoon she noticed a boat arriving in the harbor, a strange boat, not expected, so it alerted her senses quite a bit. Several men and a woman was among the passengers..

What are they doing here? I have bad feelings about it

Her old friend Arrille came out of his store and looked up as usual to wave at her....

Then suddenly everything happened very fast...

A man and a woman, apparently from the boat, approached Arrille, the woman said something to the man and then all of a sudden the man disappeared, and Arrille fell to the ground gasping for breath. Blood gushed from his throat...

"NOOOOOOOOOO" she cried out , quickly grabbed a purple vial and hurried down the stairs. When she reached the lifeless body of her friend he didn't breathe anymore...

She looked around but the man and the woman was not there ...

"I will avenge you!" she cried!!!!

Kaye Soscean

His lungs were on fire by the time he reached the outskirts of the village. It hadn't been too far of a run but for the Redguard who had already been tired out by rowing the boat, it felt like he'd ran a marathon.
"Riden! Get your behind back here right now, youngster or I will personally spank you so much you won't be able to sit for a week!" He shouted in gasps as he stumbled into town. However, he saw to his despair that his fears had been correct. It was too late to warn anyone of the assassin. All that was left was a corpse to mourn, lying right in the open in the midst of the street.

"Dammit! My fault...I just can't do a single thing right, can I? Agh, old fool of a man. I should have never let him out of my sight." He whimpered and collapsed to his knees.
"Such a failure. I'm just a failure. My father, his father and all the fathers before. Heh, if they saw me now, they would be disgusted."

Nelacar

Riden ran off to shed blood, and Kaye followed to try to stop it. Nelacar, on the other hand, found a nice stump to sit on for a moment.

It wasn't long before Riden and his wife returned, notably without Kaye.

"Where's the redguard?" he asked, "If the trader is dead, and he hasn't returned, it's likely that guards may be intruding on our little camp here."

[i][u]Cyldreen Mon'cheri[/u][/i]

There was something... wrong about the air, Cyldreen thought. There was also an eerie silence, save for the Altmer asking the Assassin about something. The Breton didn't pay attention though, for his eyes were glancing to and fro.

Silence.. Birds not singing.. And the sudden thick air... A predator approaches or is it prey?

The spy stood up and reached for his war-axe. He hefted and fidgeted with it, cautious eyes searching something out of the ordinary at the forest infront of him.

Even after the Blight, the Home of the Ill-Fated Elves is dangerous still.

Sa'Quira

I looked up the steep slope down which I'd fallen. The blood was oozing from a wound on my side, and I reached into my pack to get a healing potion only to notice that they'd been broken during the fall. Then I heard the barking from behind a ridge, nix hounds. I took the bow from my back and cursed, the string was off.

I'd just bandages the wound temporarily when the hounds appeared over the ridge, and I sat still looking at them. One of the hounds barked something that could be an order, and all of them looked down at me. Five large hounds. I might have had a chance if the bowstring had been whole, but in my wounded state, I wouldn't have been able to fight them of with simply my dagger. So I took a firm grip around the bow, and ran for it before the hounds had time to attack. But they where after me the next moment. I managed to hold a fast enough pace for them not to catch up with me, but they weren't getting behind either. There was no way I'd survive this on my own. Then I realized something, the hounds where quiet.

I dodged as one of them leaped at me, hit it in the head, and continued my wild run. Another sprinted and bit me in the arm, but I squirmed away from it and thanked Akatosh for my high fatigue. It was decreasing quickly though.

Glancing over my shoulder when the hounds sacked after momentarily, combined with my tiredness, I tripped, and more or less fell into a camp that I hadn't noticed before. But I heard the hounds charging at full speed again, and stood up with my dagger drawn to face them. I simply noted the fact that there was a breton, a high elf and two imperials in the camp. The bandage around my first wound was soaked in blood, and that did not bode well.

OOC: Alright, I'm doing another POV switch back to Third Person so...bear with me.

Tess

"Riden...what's going on?"

The white robed assassin pulled Tess in and stared out into the forest, "Apparently...Cyldreen sees something...and I won't be one to think that he's wrong."

She nodded and waited for a little bit before looking up, "Honey, there's nobody there."

Riden

Tess insisted on there being nobody there, but he knew better. "Tess, this is MORROWIND. Of course there would be something."

The bushes rustled a bit and Riden pulled out his throwing knife, ready to attack the potential threat.

Sure enough, the largest beast the pair has ever seen came stomping out. It looked much like an Alit but only about 1 and 1/2 times bigger. Then a second one came out.

Tess shuddered under his arms and Riden turned to Cyldreen, "Whatever you're going to do...do IT FAST."

[b]Cyldreen Mon'Cheri[/b]

"Nix hounds! Watch for their tusks or whatever it is thats by their mouth! Especially with their leader, those who are alphas of the pack ar-" the Breton never got to finish his warning as one charged at him, tusk leading the way. If he had bows or anything that can deal death at a great range, he could've slaughtered it before it got twelve feet but supposes that an axe can do a good, if not a messy, job. Besides, the pistols were packed in a box. Prying the container open in the middle of an ambush would simply be foolish and unbecoming of a spy.

Steady.. Wait for the right- Now!

He side-stepped to the side, crouched in a sitting position and with a swing from his axe, he cleaved the Nix hound's feet. It fell face first, rolled on its head and fell on its back. Blood and bits of bones exploded in a mist of dismemberment, and it showered the Breton's face. He made no attempts to wipe it however, instead revelling at the pain he just caused at the beast. He smiled, stood up and changed to a defensive stance. It was at this time that he noticed a Khajiit with a dagger. Since its back was facing him, he wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman.

Focus! Don't dwell on irrelevant matters right now! Focus!

He made sure that there were no other beasts lurking about, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting back. When he was sure that there were no Nix hounds lying for another ambush, he tore his gaze to back to the group of beasts in front of him..

And saw not one, but two hungry rushing to their potential meal. The breton scoffed at the simple minded creatures and, in hopes of delaying them, threw his axe with a maniacal cackle.

"You're hungry, aren't ya dogs?! Well, heres your dinner!" in anybody's ears that might've sounded juvenile, but for the spy it provided fuel for his building fire of rage. To his twisted delight, his steel axe found itself embedded on one hound and in the process the dead animal flew backwards, crashing into its hunting companion.

To my spear! Where is it anywa-there it is!

His personally-crafted spear rested on a tree-stump, and he immediately ran for it hands reaching like a child with a toy.
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Sa'Quira

I didn't move when the first nix hound rushed past me as it obviously held no interest in me. I heard the shouts of someone, probably the wood elf since it came from his direction.

Then one of the nixhounds turned at me again. Two of the others rushed of for one of the persons behind me after I'd heard the noice of the first one being killed. The fifth hound didn't focus on me either, it to looked on someone behind me. I didn't think of it more though, because the hound that had turned to me now leaped towards me.

The hound landed on top of me, I managed to avoid the head and cut at it with my dagger. Keeping it's head away from mine, I managed to push the dagger into it's chest and turn the dagger around. The hound squirmed for a bit, and tried to bite and claw at me, but after a while it turned limp.

I was panting hard by then, but somehow managed to get the beast of me.

Riden

The assassin threw all of his throwing knives and sure enough, it impacted the rough hide of the beasts and downed one but more simply took its place. He scowled and took out his Royal Dagger, ready for Close Quarter Combat.

"Tess!" He yelled and threw a similar dagger towards her. She caught it gracefully and started to get ready for the fight ahead.

Geo's POV

OOC: I discussed this in the planning thread but he's not a permanent character, merely just for a couple scenes.

The young assassin rested on top of a tree until he heard shouting and saw a Khajiit in a scuffle between the local beasts of the forest, "Ah...I have bad luck today..." He grumbled before he nicked an arrow in a very old bow and fired at the Khajiit just after he pulled the beast off. It missed and hit the ground next to him.

Scared of retaliation, he quickly headed back to Seyda Neen by tree.

Kaye Soscean

For a few moments the Redguard simply sat there, cursing Riden, the boat that had brought him here, the weather for having given the boat a stiff breeze that sent it swiftly across the waves, himself for having indirectly helped him and yes, even Arille himself simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, he realized that cursing fate didn't help the dead. It was merely a coping mechanism for the living.

Kaye drew himself back onto his feet, noting that while crying he had recuperated from his mad dash. That observation left a bitter taste in his mouth for it made him feel as if his regret had merely been an excuse for some muchneeded rest. He walked into town slowly and idly wondered if anyone would point at him and say that he was responsible for the murder. It wouldn't be too surprising. The town was small and everyone knew each othere. Yet here he was, a complete stranger who wanders in mere minutes after one of their beloved bled out his life in the mud. It didn't matter. At the moment, Kaye would have accepted a swift execution from a guard's broadsword with a calm and even happy gaze.

No one stopped him however in his approach of the body. Perhaps they were too preoccupied with grief to notice, perhaps they just didn't care about a stranger, if he was unarmed like Kaye.
"Unarmed, except for that leadthrower behind my belt. Not that I knew what it was not too long ago."
Off to his right, a small pack of guards hurriedly assembled in front of their captain who had already begun barking out orders. They would probably end up scouring the coast for the culprit.
"Which leaves the ship off the coast out of everyones attention. I'd rather they freed the sailors first. Riden has done what he wants here and even he isn't dumb enough to stick around the place with all those blades on his body."

Next to Arille's corpse, Kaye met a woman. Imperial, he guessed though the way she carried herself was completely unlike what he was used to. Part of it he attributed to her distress, but mostly he figured it was because she'd lived here long enough to assimilate into the local culture.
"I pray your soul will be at ease, sir. Though I do not know your name or those of your family, I shed tears for your death." He muttered as he knelt down next to the woman. Again he felt that bitter taste in his mouth, for he realized that his tears had been less shed in sadness at the loss of a man's life than in anger at himself for not preventing it. Still, he hoped his words would help the Altmer rest.
"Last thing these people need is a maddened ghost making a mockery of their memories of him. They've suffered enough already." He thought as he gently closed Arille's eyes. The vacant stare of horror felt like it was accusing the Redguard of being the one who had driven that blade into his throat. Kaye couldn't bear watching it. For in his heart, he felt as if he had indeed.


OOC: Bloody hell, I'm not sure if I've ever rp'd this emo but ok, Kaye has entered the town properly.

Serene

As she knelt beside the dead trader she noticed a man beside her, a redguard he was, as she looked at him she was caught by the look in his eyes, tired eyes it was but the look in them showed much wisdom and experience, of a hard life...

"Hey" she said in a low voice, gently putting her hand on his arm, "Why would someone kill Arille? He never harmed anyone"

She didn't know the dark man but he somehow appealed to her as a good man, someone to trust, and this senseless murder disturbed her...a lot!

When the redguard closed Arrille's eyes she looked down, trying to hide her tears.

"What is happening here?" she whispered

Kaye Soscean

"Somewhere, someone will always find a reason to begrudge another. Man or mer, we're all the same and all carry that dark nature within our hearts. I have no doubt your friend never meant harm to anyone, but someone must have decided he did mean harm. If only I had been here a minute sooner, he might have lived." Kaye said slowly, worried he was digging into an open wound with his words. His eyes wandered to the ship which he could barely make out on the horizon.
"It all began out there, that was the place where I plunged into this nightmare. First the ship, now this village. What place will be the next to fall victim to Riden's murderous nature?" He wondered.

The guards ran off, some headed east, others north along the coastline. Only the captain remained, grumbling to himself about the lack of manpower he'd found himself in. He had enough men to hunt the criminal or protect the town, but not both.
"And be back before sunset! We can't afford to leave this place unguarded for long!" The captain shouted after his troops.

Kaye got up carefully.
"This is as much my responsibility as it is Riden's. But I don't give those good fellows much of a chance at finding him and even if they did, only more bloodshed would be the result. Killing is not the answer to death. No, this is something I must handle myself. BUt how do I find Riden?....Cyldreen, the dreams of riches and glorious murder he painted before will surely attract the assassin. And I know where to find Cyldreen."

"Forgive me lady. For I know the man who is responsible for this. I vow I will seek him out and though poor Arille won't be helped by it, I swear I will stop his senseless murders."

Riden

The assassin and the former fighters guild fought off the small hoards of creatures and eventually fought some off. The rest started to retreat and he viciously glared at one of the straggling beasts and it quickly scampered away.

He sighed, "I've been in Morrowind for about an hour and I already hate it..."

Tess giggled and turned to Cyldreen and Riden, "I'll...er...take a walk...don't worry, I'll be careful."

Riden threw Tess a dagger, "Be careful, and be back soon. Try to find that Redguard...I believe he really hates me..."

She nodded and proceeded in the forest.

Tess

Tess moved across the trees sure enough, saw the Redguard. She proceeded cautiously, hoping he would have some sense to not attack travel mates. Tess drew the dagger and approached the Redguard, who was with another person.

"Hey..."

Sa'Quira

I looked up when an arrow hit the ground next to me, and saw someone disappear through the trees. Wondering who'd do something to hurt me, I got to my feet. I hadn't done anything to anger someone already, had I?

I sighed in relief when I saw the rest of the nixhounds retreat. At least that danger was over. Now I just had to find out who these people where. Then I looked down at my side, and remembered that I'd have to switch the bandage, or ask if anyone had a healing potion to spare. My arm could really have use of one as well. Bracing myself, I turned towards the breton and the imperial male. The female imperial had left.

"Hi. Excuse me for simply running into your camp like that, but I did not have much of a choice. And, you do not by any chance have any healing potions? You see, I think I'm running a bit short of blood." I said and wailed when the adrenaline that had built up during the run left me.

OOC: Wood-Elf? What Wood-Elf? If you're referencing to Cyldreen, then he's not a Bosmer. He's a Breton.

Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

The Breton cursed under his breath when the battle was over. He stared at the spear on his hand before shaking his head and placing it back where it was.

And I was just getting to the good part. Godsdammed beasts dying so quickly..

His attention suddenly turned on the female Khajiit in front og him. She said something about potions, and truth be told, Cyldreen isn't sure if he brought along some. The image of a blonde injured Bosmer healer assured him that he brought some, however.

"A Khajiit with a dry sense of humor," he muttered while jogging towards the napsack that contained potions and poultices. "Well, stranger things have happened to me I guess." he dug around the little bag until finally, his small effeminate hand grasped a bottle, and warm at that. He dug around for more.

"Here." he handed two bottle to the Khajiit, fully expecting her to fall any minute. "You know, maybe you should lay down and rest?"

Kaye Soscean

"Hey..."
Kaye looked up to see who had spoken. It turned out to be Tess, Riden's wife. The Redguard eyed the dagger, not in a concerned manner, but merely a surprised one.
"Put that thing away. There is nothing to gain here by poking weapons at random people for no reason. Especially as a greeting it is more than rude." He replied bluntly.
"I suppose I could ask you a rather important question but I believe I know already. So instead of that, I'm going to ask you why you returned here of all places. What do you seek in this village this time?"

Tess

"Yeah...sorry."

She quickly sheathed the dagger and looked at the woman next to Kaye, "Did you know Arrile?"

Riden

Riden immediately gripped the handle of his sword, wary of the Khajiit standing in front of him. Though he simply started to clean his throwing knives of blood and sighed, "What brings you here?"

OOC: Sorry, mixed it up. Changed it now though.

Sa'Quira

I looked when the Breton walked up to his pack and took the bottles out, thinking of what to do next. Either I could try to get away from them when I'd healed which probably wouldn't work when I was this exhausted, or I could try to find out who they where and then decide whether I should be running for my life or not.

"Thank you." I said when the breton handed me the potions, and then I took my bag of and sat down. Ignoring the imperial for the moment, I tended to my wounds. Meaning that I used one of the potions and poured most of it's contents on my wounds, and drank up the rest in the two bottles. Then I looked at the imperial.

"That must depend on where you're referring to. If you mean your camp, I was being hunted. If you mean Morrowind, I've been hired to find something. And if you mean why I was heading south, that's not necessarily your business." I said.

Cyldreen Mon'cheri

Heading south? Hired to find something in Morrowind? ... A mercenary?

It didn't took a minute for the Breton to put two and two together. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. A new competition showed its face.

"Don't tell me you've been hired by that butt-licker Septim?! Gods!" he flailed his arms and took heaving breaths. His plan just got more and more complicated.

"If so, well... this is just awkward." he sat down beside her and let out his breath. "Cyldreen Mon'cheri, mercenary at trade and... an entrepeneur at some things. Might I ask your name, m'lady?"

Riden

"Don't tell me you've been hired by that butt-licker Septim?! Gods!" Cyldreen yelled.

Riden gave a soft chuckle and smiled, "Wonder how Tess is doing...better check on her..." He whispered to himself.

A couple seconds passed and the Breton asked for her name. Riden got up, "Alright, I'll go check on Tess...you two behave."

He walked towards the forest and into the more open regions of the forest to see the Redguard, an Imperial woman was close to him. Tess quickly turned around to see Riden staring at her smiling.

She ran and hugged him before turning swiftly around.

Riden gave a snide laugh, "Ah...I see you had finally made your acquaintance with Arrile...at least what's left with him. So tell me? Do you really think you could have stopped me?"

He pulled out the Jian straightsword and looked affectionately at the blade, "I won't attack you...because from what I see, Morrowind is pretty great."

"They have Imperial Legion troops looking for you!" Tess loudly whispered.

"Let them...all the better to test out my newest contraptions."

Nelacar

Nelacar had done little when the nix-hounds came, opting to find a tall limb in a tree to attack from above if necessary. His comrades had made short work of the beasts, though, and he never got the opportunity.

He climbed down while the khajiit drank Cyldreen's potions, and followed behind Riden when he left.

Kaye isn't here to keep an eye out, so I guess it's up to me.

He came to a small clearing, where he saw Riden and Tess facing Kaye and a strange Imperial woman. Riden had a blade drawn, and the situation looked tense.

"What's going on here?" he asked, leaning heavily on his staff.

Sa'Quira

I looked at the breton when he rubbed his head, and raised an eyebrow when he revealed that he had been hired to do the same job as me.

"My name is Sa'Quira. Though most people call me Saqin. I'm a... mercenary." I answered his question, simply throwing a glance at the Imperial when he left. I had been hoping to find the other mercenaries that had been hired by the emperor, but not like this. Certainly not with the scenario of them saving my life.

"So, we've got the same job." I shook my head slightly, still not believing it. To occupy my hands, I then took of my cuirass and the silver bow. Using my dagger I cut the remains of the string away from the bow and looked over the holes in the cuirass. It certainly would need some stitching together.

EDIT: I have a question, though I posted it in the PT.



Cyldreen Mon'Cheri


He saw the Altmer head for the direction of the village. He shook his head. His skills as a spy almost screamed at him that there was something bad bound to happen in Seyda Neen. And Riden just returned to the place where he murdered the trader! Truthfully, the last thing they need are some self-righteous guards full of bluster attacking them out of their sense of 'duty'. But hey, the masochistic Breton would welcome fights with a smile and open arms.

"So ... any progress at the job?" the copper-haired man-mer asked the Khajiit, while eyeing the scenery around him. Those hounds were driven off, but what's to stop them for launching another ambush? Especially now, the two mercenaries were the only one left.

He waited for a response, but found to his dismay that he himself answered his own question.

"So far, I'm planning to go to Vivec to gather some more detailed info about the Gem. But first..." he hesitated. Could this Khajiit be trusted? They were on the same job, yes, but whats to stop her from betraying when the opportunity shows? He would test this one, oh yes. A twisted smile that could've made a Dremora shudder appeared on his lips before disappearing in an instant.

"Let's scour this are first. We should make this camp safe from the local wild-life, that is of course if you're fit enough?" his voice became that of a persuasive viper, his tone became concerned, while at the same time it spelled out deceit.

Serene

There was nothing to do, Arille was dead, really dead. Serene clutched her fists, she was angry, really angry. Senseless murdes was nothing she liked, not at all.

She looked at the redguard beside her, she didn't know him but he looked sad and concerned over the dead man in front of them, besides he just said he would stop these senseless murders.

"I will side with you in this, Arille did no harm to anyone.."

She then noticed a woman approach waving a dagger. Serene turned to her eyes burning with rage. Apparently that was enough because the woman lowered her weapon.

"Yes...I knew Arille, he was my friend and that man connected to you took his life, I really wonder why?" Serene spat.

In the corner of her eye she spotted a tall figure, probably an Altmer who solemnly asked what was going on.

Serene looked at Kaye and just shrugged...

Gah I wish I knew what all this is about

Sa'Quira

I took up a new bowstring and fastened it to the bow, just about to answer Cyldreen's question when he talked again. Looking up at him again, I thought I saw a strange smile on his lips, but it was gone when I'd blinked. I listened silently to what he said and finished stringing the bow before I answered.

"Vivec sounds good, someone is bound to know something about it there. And yes, I'm fit enough to scout." I said, partly ignoring his first question since I had no reason to trust him yet. Then I got up on my feet, and strapped the cuirass back on, it would hold together. Checking my arrows, I was relieved to find that nothing had happened to them, and then I put the dagger back at my belt. I didn't know if he'd try anything, and I wanted to be prepared if he did.

Looking up again, I concentrated on the forest around us. It was quite silent, I heard the rustling of leaves and some birds calling for each other, but I knew that didn't mean that the nixhounds had left. They could be laying somewhere, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Kaye Soscean

Kaye shrugged but never let his eyes wander from Riden.
"Ah...I see you had finally made your acquaintance with Arrile...at least what's left with him. So tell me? Do you really think you could have stopped me?"
Everything about the assassin made him sick, especially the perverse pleasure and pride the man derived from ending innocent and unknowing lives.

"Maybe, maybe not. Who am I to predict the future? I most certainly would have tried though." The Redguard answered flatly.
"To be honest, I carry no great love for your occupational activities. If anything, I would suggest a more peaceful way to make a living. On the road you have taken, only an early death awaits you. Most likely of the same nature as befell sir Arille. I am sure you are aware of that? If not for your sake, think of those who have decided to share their lives with you. Just as you face the same fate you bestow upon others, so do they share yours." He added.

It was then that Nelacar arrived and calmly asked the group what was going on.
"It is exactly as you see, good sir. It appears that the man I was looking for eluded my feet, only to then return and boast about his deeds. But now Riden, let me ask you once more. Would you consider to stop these senseless murders? It is not even a deluded sense of justice you entertain, only your wallet and your lust for other people's suffering."

Riden

"Lust and my money? You think that drives my attacks? To some extent, I do enjoy the 1050 coin payout for regular civilians and 3050 coins for important targets but you do what you need to do to feed your family."

Tess stiffened as Riden continued his speech, "If that means burning down an entire village or simply killing one person, so be it. But it goes deeper than that,"

Riden smirked as he took off his glove to reveal a Dwarven like contraption in his sleeve, "This is Dwarven technology to the max. I was driven to make this to silently kill without detection and a backup weapon. Under pressure, I created this in about a year while scholars couldn't even think of such a thing."

Tess finally spoke through the speech, "You know...I didn't like the idea of him being an assassin and resented him for that but you do what you have to do. His jobs gave us enough leverage to raise a child...and he's somewhere here in Morrowind."

Riden analyzed the Redguard and pulled out a small copper rod with a pointed edge, "If you wish to attack me, so be it. But just know that this rod is coated with pure Nightshade extract, can drop you in thirty seconds. Personally, you can just walk away...I won't say anything."

Kaye Soscean

Kaye shook his head.
"Do what you have to? And I'm supposed to believe that? If you merely do what you have to, then why not try fishing? Why not try farming? Trading?" He sighed.
"Or if you're so smart, " Kaye added while eyeing the mechanism wrapped around Riden's arm. "why not take up craftmanship? Why not try any of the countless ways to make a living that seems to work just fine for everyone else in this world? Why must it be murder? Why, Riden? You still have not provided a suitable argument for your case."

By now, Riden had pulled out a second object which drew out a slight frown from the Redguard.
"Poison? Does he really think that I'm the kind of man who would use his fists to stop heartless killers like him? Maybe I could if I seriously tried, poison wouldn't stop me. Thirty seconds is an eternity. But what would the point be? I wish to end the cycle of bloodshed, not perpetuate it. Also, I'm surprised how easily you give up your secrets, Riden. Like a child bragging about his toys."
"If you think I would rush you like a fool and try to attack you, you are sorely mistaken. I am not one who starts violence. However, I will not back down either. I will follow and do whatever I can to obstruct you, untill you change your ways. If that's not to your liking, too bad."

OOC: Let me repeat what Cyldreen said. Kaye is rather perceptive than he looks!

He nodded at the Khajiit. Vivec might contain the most promising securities, but it also houses one of the most dirtiest secrets and most valuable information regarding their activities..

Cyldreen hoped so.

But that was a problem for the future. Right now, he has a cat to test its claws. Inwardly nodding at his plan, his eyes set about to find anything out of the ordinary. The birds were singing their usual requiems, he leaves and trees swayed when a breeze rolls in... For a commoner, this was a perfect scenery. But for a spy trained in the arts of scouting and ground-reconnaissance, it was the epithome of deceit.

There may be predators lurking about, or there weren't. There may be bandits in hiding near Cyldreen and Sa'Quira's location, or there weren't.

"Let's go," Cyldreen motioned for Sa'Quira to follow him, while maintaining the straps on his axe. When he was done, he slinged it across his back and walked towards the forest. So much was coursing through his mind that he didn't see the footprints on the ground before he stepped on pressed soil and nearly slipped. His eyes immediately went beneath his heel and stopped. He took a step backwards and knelt, studying the marks left by something... some.. someone.

Fresh footprints... Half a day, at most.. The pressured applied must be from a light footwear or boots.. Branches broken and leaves pressed to the ground an- what's that?

His muscles instinctly tensed and a hand went for his axe. His eyes were locked on the trail and he studied it with narrowed eyes. There was some kind of substance not far from the tracks and upon further inspection, it turned out to be blood.

Blood? What would blood have to do with tracks? ... Murder?

His eyes went right and left, searching for any evidence until it stopped on a dead trunk. With blood smeared all over it. By this time, his axe were already drawn and he peered around for more tracks. There was no questioning it. There was a struggle here.

He was disappointed when the tracks ended not far from the ones Cyldreen studied. He frowned and turned to Sa'Quira.

"Sa'Quira, can you smell this trail? There's blood not far from the tracks and well.. if you sniff the scent of blood and follow it, maybe we can meet the one who lost this amount of precious blood. If it comes from a dead fellow, there's a chance that there maybe bandits here. And if its from bandits, well.. I'm sure that there will be more blood shedding."

The darker nature inside him practically bounced in joy at the thought of bloodshedding and he gave a manic grin.

Sa'Quira

I simply followed Cyldreen as quietly as possible through the forest. I'd have to be careful around him, he gave me an odd feeling.

I think I saw the footprints before he did, but I kept quiet and after a short while he stopped to have a look at them. I'd already felt the blood scent by then, and my ears lay flat against my head. Someone had been badly wounded, and that was only told by the scent.

I heard a trace of, what? Joy? In his voice when Cyldreen asked me to "sniff" the scent. I ignored it for the moment, I could think about his mood later.

"If whoever was wounded didn't have very strong magicka or potions, whoever it is is dead by now." I said, crouching by the tree trunk. Yes, it was the blood of either man or mer, the scent was somewhat masked by the smell of ash, so I couldn't say exactly. And ash, I'd guess that meant a tomb.

I got up on my feet and walked a few feet away from Cyldreen, then I crouched down again. I didn't have to concentrate for long before I felt that the scent had increased slightly.

"The rightful owner of the blood, is either man or mer, have recently been in contact with the dead and was heading this way." I turned to the breton with a slight smile and gestured towards the way where the scent got stronger. Then I turned again to follow the scent, not waiting for the breton to catch up with me. As we got closer the scent became more distinct and I became certain that we had with a tomb to do. I shrugged when I realized that the scent of ash probably had to do with undead. It usually did, though most of the times that I'd come across it in Cyrodiil I'd steered clear of it.

EDIT* I have another question.. and again I posted it by PT.



Cyldreen Mon'Cheri

Cyldreen, for want of a better word, impressed by the Khajiit. But then again, all of the Folk in Elsweyr are excellent scouts and other rogue-ish types; that's what won them the Five Year War between the Elves of Valenwood.

He followed her, and as they cautiously walked, the Breton's skin became prickled and the hair at the back of his neck became rigid. The air around them suddenly became... sinister? Normal person would only feel unusual cold, but to a mage the feeling of undeath can be compared to a bite of a mosquito to an unsuspecting skin.

While Cyldreen is no accomplished mage, the blood that courses within his entire body warned him of the presence of the undying. He silently gave thanks to whoever made him a Breton; the blood of the Man-Mers were useful at odd times.

And now, they stopped at the front of beat-down door that leads to Malacath-Knows-Where and the feeling of something wicked just became more intense.

Cyldreen might laugh and become merry when murdering someone alive, but the thought of encountering the ones who rosed from the dead made him feel ... different, for lack of a better word. He considered this carefully, while hefting with his axe with his eyes closed. When he was troubled, he found out that interacting with his weapon somehow gave him comfort.

Not that I'm scared, of course but... I might be bloodthirsty, but I'm not stupid either. I know a hopeless when I see one. Maybe we should turn back..? No. Where was the raging breton that ripped the throat of a Legion general? I made some unforgivable acts and I'm scared of some zombies and ghosts? This isn't Cyldreen.

He opened his eyes and it glinted with determined bloodlust before melting to a smile that appeared Cyldreen's lips. He stepped forward and reached out to push the warped wood. And when his fingers brushed the surface, it felt.. dead to him. Just like the inhabittants of this particular tomb. He sucked in a breath before releasing it, and when he did, he pushed open.

The sound of wood scratching against soil was like a dead woman's shriek and it sent shivers on Cyldreen's back. It was also louder that he expected. But the sound didn't matter, it was irrelevant. What was important was the blackness infront of him. Even daylight didn't touch the entrance, just... void.

"Well, I've always wanted to die in a dark cave. Even in death, I want my skin pale and not brown," he muttered under his breath and cast a flare spell. Its light gave Cyldreen something to see, and the thing he saw was just a narrow hallway. The floor beneath, much to his suprise, was made of red tiles. Although time did it no justice, it was still clean, albeit a little unsteady and ready to break when enough force is applied enough. On the other side was an intricate door.

There were some kind of designs, but the Breton couldn't see the details. It was fortunate that there was a piece of wooden staff nearby, although he didn't know why it was leaning at the side of the door, it was nonetheless useful for creating a torch. He just needed a cloth to wrap around the tip.

Time for your test, kitty.

He swirled with the grace only the most adroit spy could vave and faced the Khajiit.

"Ladies first," again the tone of serpentine deception was hidden by the voice of a persuasive viper. He smiled, bowed in friendly way and gestured her to go first. He kept his eyes neutral, though, for the Khajiit were experts at reading people's feelings, or so he heard. He just hoped that the woman in front of him didn't picked up on his deceitful plans.

Tess

Tess anxiously awaited a move by both Riden or Kaye but when nothing came, she intervened. "Kaye, what right do you have to control what others are doing? Hm?"

She turned to Riden, "And you promised me your work wouldn't interfere with us!"

Riden sighed, "Yes...yes I did."

Tess gleefully clasped her hands, "So we aren't going to go anywhere with you two at each others necks."

Riden chuckled a little bit, "You know the ironic thing is that I am a weapons engineer. You see, ever since the Oblivion crisis, my type of business has been at an all time low so I make it up with selling all sorts of toys. Of course nothing can separate me from my family business."

Tess shrank down and started to explain in a quiet sweet voice, "Riden's side of the family was always a family of assassins...so you do what you are trained to do. Just like he trained our child to be an assassin."

"So sure...go on and try to stop me from my works but I promise you, that would be a grievous mistake. Until I get back to Cyrodiil, I'll do what I want."

Sa'Quira

Stepping aside to let Cyldreen open the door, I meanwhile shuddered at the thought off meeting the undead. But none the less I followed him inside, taking my bow and putting an arrow against the string. A silver arrow. When we entered the cave I instantly used nighteye to see, and what met my eyes weren't pretty.

There was a slight change of color on the floor, irregular spots. Most likely of blood. And well, many other things that one would expect when coming into a tomb.

"Ladies first," I looked at him when he spoke. He'd turned around to face me, smiling. But looking at his eyes I knew the smile didn't reach them. Still I didn't flinch when walking ahead of him, because after all, I had the best eyesight.

Walking further I began hearing the rough noise of bone against the floor, and about the same time I saw a door. Ears against my head, and the hair on my back standing, I carefully pushed it open. Then I took a step backwards and raised my bow.

I never liked undead, because you shouldn't have to kill something twice. I've killed loads of bandits and predators, even a few mages, during my time as a mercenary. But I've never really gotten into fighting the undead, partly because bow and arrows doesn't do much good against them. Especially not against skeletons.

The skeleton had the most blood chilling look. It looked as if though it smiled when it ran against me. It held an axe in it's hands. Without any further thought, I released the arrow, and the skeleton staggered when the silver made contact to it's chest.

Nelacar

Nelacar was aware of the potentially volatile situation around him, but his eyes were fixed on the Imperial woman. She had the look of a spellcaster, which is what initially drew his gaze. But there was something else.

Purple eyes?

He put the thought into the back of his mind and listened to Kaye and Riden for a moment before interjecting.

"It might be unfair to ask you to switch professions, Riden," he began, wondering why he even bothered playing peacemaker, "But perhaps you could show a bit more restraint. You've brought enough trouble on all our heads already. I intend to help Cyldreen to find the roots, and if you and Kaye are coming along, it would be best if we weren't at each others' throats."

Were it not for Cyldreen's quest, Nelacar would never have involved himself. Making peace was the way of the monks, but practicality was the way of the mage. Riden's skills as a killer would be useful on their journey, and Kaye's good sense would as well. As far as Nelacar was concerned, the better the two got along, the easier the road ahead would be.

The monks have made me soft. Why do I care if some humans kill each other?

Kaye Soscean

There were a hundred things he wanted to say but he realized that he was just slamming his head against a brick wall. Besides, Nelacar had a point, even if he probably hadn't meant it quite this way. Expecting Riden to do an instant 180 was foolish. If the man could be swayed that easily, they wouldn't be having this argument right now.
"What right do I have to control what others do, to meddle in their affairs? None whatsoever, nobody does. From where I am standing however, controlling the method and time of people's death is far worse form of meddling. I wouldn't dare call myself human if I didn't object to that. But fine, for the moment I'll be satisfied if you promise not to go on any more killing sprees without provocation. Frankly, I hope the same of Cyldreen but I'll get to that later. However, this does not mean that my final goal has changed. Just that I am willing to make it a long-term one rather than a short term."

"Hmmph, family tradition. Traditions change. The farmer splits the land between his sons till it becomes too small to live from. Some move to the cities to find work there, others try their luck with new farming methods. Traditions change, whether it is that of farmer or assassin. And some traditions should change."

Riden

"Very well, I'll stop killing more citizens unless there's a good opportunity. For Tess' sake."

Tess smiled and pulled the assassin along, "Come on, I think Cyldreen is wondering where we are."

Riden looked back at Kaye and the Altmer, "Pick up the pace," He snapped. All he could think at that point was where his son was in this land and wondered if he'll meet him on the road for the roots.

[u]
Cyldreen Mon'cheri[/u]

"Get back, you Khajiit," the breton cried as he charged with his axe raised. SOme of the tiles broke when the spy closed the distance between him and the skeleton. Although the silver arrow caused enough damage, it wasn't enough to actually kill it. The undead quickly took notice of the raging Breton and its attention on Saqin vanished.

"Take this!" a swing from Cyldreen's axe met the barbed tip of another axe. The impact sent painful shockwaves on his forearm, and although it slowed down the speed of another attack, Cyldreen nonetheless ignored it. What he didn't expect was a fist heading on his stomach.

Uggh! ... That bone is like steel! I should've brought the pistol!

Staggering backwards, he barely evaded a chop that tried to introduce itself on his skull. The breton cursed and sent a kick on the skeleton's shins. It's balance upset, Cyldreen quickly took advantage and bowled the undead to the ground.

It quickly tried to stand up and retaliate, but two of its legs being reduced to dust prevented it to do so. Cyldreen sent it back to the other world with a ball of fire on its face.

"Somehow, I think that we'll encounter more of this type of undead if we delve deep. Makes me cry in joy!" the rage was building up in a demented heap of anger and it will not be long if the darker nature of Cyldreen clawed down the reasonable part of him.
Panting, he turned to the intricate door. Although some of the designs were faded, those remaining could put today's masons to shame. A full moon overlooking a valley filled with flowers were etched, and the ones on the side spoke of roses and somekind of castle.

Moon... Rose... Flowers and Castles? Why do I get the feeling that this is somehow related to Azura?

That thought vanished when he pushed open the door. It was darker than ten thousand midnights, and the torch that Cyldreen wielded revealed so little.

"Let's go!"

Sa'Quira

I backed when Cyldreen charged towards the skeleton, and stayed out of his way when he fought it. I silently noted that he had some skill with his axe, and decided that it would be very foolish to ever make him angry. I looked around the room then, and saw a door on the other side just as Cyldreen finished with the skeleton. I shrugged when he called out, enjoying to fight undead? That's not normal.

I bent down next to the skeleton and took a look at the arrow. It was useless, and the axe that it had been wielding wasn't in any better condition. It was almost broken.

Walking over to the door I had a look at the pictures it showed. They where interesting, that's true, but I didn't think much of it when I followed Cyldreen into the opening. Still using nighteye, I had no troubles to keep up with him.

Serene

"Hey mister! Not so fast!" she spat looking at Riden "This poor man deserves a proper burial, and that is what he's going to get"

She was sincerely angry and still couldn't understand why Arille had to die...

"The citizens of Seyda Neen will probably hang you if they find out it was you who killed him...so what's the deal? You either help burying him or the people here will find out what you did..in a very mysterious way" Serene smirked.

She then turned to Nelacar and looked thoughtfully right in his eyes.

Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar...