(OOC: Niran was using a little something we call "sarcasm", though it didn't show because he was angry. )

OOC: I know he was, and Jonacin was also using that little thing called sarcasm

Mage

Arcyakt stepped onto the ship after negotiating price with the captain.

He smiled to himself when he thought of how he had tricked Falx -without changing shape or name, only creating a sword.

He showed Falx to his bunk and gave the excuse that he was going on deck to get some air.

He went back to his castle.

"Osano." he said upon seeing the dark elf. "Would you be so kind as to join our voyage? just remember - we are members of the legion and are exterminating rebels. Falx's name is now Alton. If you get confused, just send me a question telepathically."

"Ready?"

Osano was a bit disoriented at the sudden briefing he had just recieved from Arcyakt. "Er, sure I'm ready," he said stepping through the mirror that lead to the ship. So are we going to kill them? Do you think that Falx may remember his friends?

Megil walked over to Jonacin, his weariness beginning to die off.

"So what all do we have."

Celia nodded, her face serious. "Of course! That is my home and where most of my family live." She sighed, her face sorrow as a wave of homesickness hit her. "I just hope they are all allright from that demonic invasion. And, I really do miss home..."

She glanced at Niran, curious. "If we ever rid of that bounty on your head, what do you plan to do after our quest-affair?"

"I don't really know," Niran said "I guess I'll just go home and see what happens from there. Though I doubt my home hasn't been sold. " Niran sighed.

"I don't really have any plans . . . and the Imperial legion won't get over my crimes easily." He looked down "So, nothing. Unless . ." Niran stopped himself "Nevermind."

"Never mind what?" She raised an eyebrow.

She patted his shoulder. "Do not worry. We will find a way to pay your bounty..." She grinned. "Well, they have not found you yet, so there is still hope..."

She continue piling a few more wood pieces onto Niran's ever-growing bundle. By now, the bundle was covering his face slightly. "I think that is good enough?"

Now it was Niran's turn to raise an eyebrow, he hadn't noticed the wood piling up when they were talking.

"Uh, yeah. That looks about right." Then he turned around and started back to the little camp.

Talking aloud was starting to become very common place in Falx's time by himself. After walking from the mountains to some city by the sea he hadn't many friends to speak to, save himself. Curousity overtook him for a moment, and he started to stand up and head out the door way but caught himself,

"Ah, he's a good man, I'm sure he doesn't need my company" Falx said, gesturing mentally towards Arcyakt

Sitting back down on his shaky hammock Falx thought of the rebels.. "How dare they do such a thing, the empire gives them the freedom that every man deserves and yet they slaughter their protectors unmercifully. Ha, when I get ahold of them.."

Falx's caught a glint of shiny metal in the ruksack of the mans bunk across from him. Slowly and ever cautiously Falx snuck towards the bag to get a closer look, he was all alone in the bunk area. Reaching into the sack he felt a smooth, cool surface, the touch delighted his fingers as the pranced around it, feeling its curves and edges.

Something snapped in Falx's head, and all thoughts of nobility and justice fled from his mind. Suddenly the gauntlets gleamed with such a light that Falx couldn't resist it anymore and snatched up the valuable property, rushing it to his own sack.

Thumping resounded in the wooden hallways, someone was coming down! Falx's nerves were steely, and wouldn't be broken down by and others determination. The door to the room creaked open and a large shirtless Nord with a long red beard stepped in. The Nord passed a glance at Falx, and Falx continued to stare at him as he walked to his bed, which just happened to be were the gauntlets came from.

After throwing the insides of the bag out the big Nord's face grew bright red as he turned to confront Falx, "Give them back you litle thief and I'll only break your fingers off!" His voice was loud and deep, but he had a bit of a slur in his voice. So either he was drunk, or dumb. Whichever didn't matter, for he was charging straight at Falx.

Falx lepted off the side of the excuted a roll right to the left of the angry Nord, "Calm down good sir! Why would I steal your stuff, obviously I hadn't a use for it" It seems that the Nord took the comment as a taunt and decided to swing down at Falx, smashing into his right shoulder blade.

"Damn you!" Falx cursed as he held shoulder, his mind went into more of a mindless state, "Morrowind law says that if someone starts a fight, the other person can defend themselves by any means!" Falx glared at the Nord, his face forming an evil grin. He readied his sword and held for another charge.

The Nord was drunk for not even a dumb being would charge right into the sharpened tip of a sword. Blood spit out from his back as the sword peirced through and potruded itself from the back of the Nords neck. Falx breathed heavily as he pushed the heavy man off his sword.

"Stupid fool!" Falx spat on the Nord's lifeless corpse, "You've got blood all over me!" One single thrust ended the life of another in a quicksecond, yet Falx felt no remorse. Neither did he feel it while he dumped the carcass into the churning depths of the inner sea, and still true as he cleaned up the blood splashed along the floor boards.

It didn't penetrate the outer shell the was forming around Falx, already he was changing, and changing for the worst...

Konrad's eyes lit when he heard talk of bounties. "Uh...Sel?"he asked, walking over to he Dunmer. "Exactly how much is your bounty?"

"Well, looks like we have a whole load of scrib jelly and hound meat, some bread that isn't too soggy, and a keg or too of flin. That's what i've found so far, anyway"

"ten thousand." Sel replied.

"Uh, isn't that the point where it goes from bounty to DEATH WARRANT?" Fenris asked, with a incredulous look on his face.

"That seemed ovbious with the way that man and his troop of orcs decided to storm th islands for one man. I'm sure it will get paid of before the end though. the bounty we should be worrying about though, is niran's i'm sure it long ago exceeded the 10,000 mark."

"No doubt," Niran said, stumbling forwards and dropping the wood by them.

"There's your firewood." he said, standing up and dusting the dirt off his pants.

Konrad nodded to Sel, then fetched a large sack out his pack. "Exactly 10,000, as it happens. Take it. I'll just live off you lot." he laughed, throwing the sack to Sel's feet.

"Are we giving our money to Sel?" Niran asked with a grin.

"Here have these," and he flipped a few coins to Konrad, the ones he had been given when they met way back at the inn in Cyrodiil.

"Now you have enough money buy yourself something nice to eat as soon as we get somewhere a little more civil."

"I have a deed to my father's trading fleet, but it's no good seeing as how I can't use it unless I use it for piracy. Which will just add to my bounty. If I didn't have this bounty on my head, just imagine the wealth that a fleet this size could bring in."

Niran pulled a piece of parchment from his small pack, and unraveled it. Detailed drawings of his father's fleet were printed upon it.

(OOC: Pirates, arrgh! Hehe . . Niran could be a pirate. )

Osano made his way to the belly of the ship. He walked into the bunk area as Falx was cleaning up the blood and approached him confidently. "Name's Osano," he said extending a hand, "I am an....associate of Arcyakt's."

"These people in Vvardenfell or where ever u come from have nothing against you, if what your telling about Arcyakt is true. When we stop him, they'll owe you" Arneth said with a grin to Niran and Sel, as he started gathering his equipment...

"Why the doubt, do you see us as liars?" Niran asked accusingly

Konrad tutted, then shook his head. "Shut up Niran. The guy should be slightly wary after finding us only yesterday."

"Well, I'm not saying your lying.. But I just want to be sure I've gotten this right. But maybe we should try to locate this Arcyakt then.." Arneth said, changing the topic..

Niran turned to Konrad, and laughed.

Shutup Konrad, you little runt. he gave him a glare and sat down.

(OOC: There, now Konrad can't get angry at him. )

Sel just stood, gaping at the enormous sack of money at his feet.

"Thanks, Konrad, but no thanks." he said, tossing the sack back. He would feel bad taking Konrad's money, but that was onl;y half the problem. Sel didn't want to pay the empire anything because he didn't feel like he had commited any type of crime at all.

"Give it to help with Niran's bounty. Or," he said with a laugh. "Think of all the flin you could buy with that!"

"My bounty is no longer a sum of septims, so no don't give it to me."

That was probably the most idiotic thing you've ever done, Sel.

"That's where you're wrong, Niran. THe empire is so corrupt, you could bribe anything out of them." Sel replied. "Like Fenris said, I am supposed to be under a death warrant, but the cammona tong made it a bounty - more people will hunt a criminal if there is something to be gained."

"More officials will ignore a crime if there is something to be gained." he said before picking up Sasal's helmet and filling up with flin from the keg.

"Want some?" he asked Niran, holdnig the helm out to him.

Niran raised an eyebrow, Sel knew he didn't drink alcohol. . .

"No thanks, I'll stick to water."

Then he said:

"I hope you're right about bribing, I have plenty of money . . . The only problem is that it isn't on me. I kept it in a chest at home."

He paused and turned to Celia, holding out his water flask.

"Thirsty?"

"Water." Sel muttered, repeating Niran. "What's wrong with that man?"

Sel took a large gulp from the helmet and sat down, leaning against a rock.

"If anyone wants any, you're welcome to it." he said motioning to the helmet in his hands.

Oh, good idea. Then if we encounter trouble, Celia and I will be he only ones able to stand and fight.

Niran rolled his eyes.

He looked back at Celia, and asked her again.

"Miss, are you thirsty?"

as the dragon landed, it droped sasal at the front of a daedra shirne, and vanished into magical nothing-ness all before giving sasal a frendly lick onto his head.

in a few moments of saying in front ot the shrine door, a few ordinators dressed in head to toe with black robes and black ordinator armor similar to sasal's, but having a veil covering their faces inplace inplace of a mask.

they rushed to the fallen ordinator and rushed him inot the inner workings of the shrine. they layed him apon a shrine overlooked by mephala, and started to work on him........

"this will not look good with the duke..." said a female voice to sasal
"we were supposed to question him, not to try and go for our own personal goals sasal!" she said in a most disapointing voice.

looked at her with his blooed covered eyes, and spat "where is my helmet!?!?" "i want it by my side!!!!" he boomed

the woman said, "what helmet? you were left here with no helmet on!"
se said in a unsure and timid voice

sasal breathed harder, and yelled" hurry you stupid bafoons!!!! heal me now, so that i my slay the bandit sel!"

"but we cant........" she said in a disapointed voice

the ordinators who were healing him were scared of sasal anger as they operated on him. sasal bit his tongue and yelled" i dont care what the duke says any more! we strike tonight!!!"

"but your not healed yet! this wound will take weeks to fully heal!" the female ordinator muttered

sasal soon calmed down and layed as the ordinators probed in his wound and began operation again, all while wispering "i want my helmet back, it means more to me than life its self..." and sasal soon went to sleep from all the sleeping charms that were casted on him

"I'll be able to stand and defend myself too," he said to Niran. He knew better than to get drunk at times like these. He wouldn't be surprised if Sasal tried to get revenge, and very soon. That is if he were still alive.

A very old looking sylph had appeared out of the water, her eyes couldn't see and her face was covered in large wrinkles.

"Well I must go and thank the sylphs for their help," megil replied to the others, "and it also seems their seer wishes to speak with me,"

He stood and walked to the old woman, she was very ancient, far older even than the empire. Together they walked into the waves and dissapeared below its surface.

OOC: uncontrolled telepathy can occur at times.

Niran was a little agitated with the fact that Megil had read his mind.

However, he didn't say anything.

OOC: Niran thought that he and celia would be the only ones defending themselves, so megil couldn't reply....

Celia shook her head. "No, I'm not thirsty right now," she responded to Niran's question.
"Maybe later," she stated as she went to Sel's side.

Without warning, she tweaked his ears once again. "If you ever get too drunk, I will hurt you myself, do you hear me?" She scolded, a little nervous. After all, there could be more armed men, dragons, or even bounty-hunters coming after them.

Niran looked away before laughing silently, so as not to upset Sel.

Afterwards he took a drink from his flask and lay down to relax.

"Ow!" he said when Celia pulled his ears.

"Alright, alright." he said, taking one more gulp before throwing the helmet and its contents over his shoulder.

"Thanks for ruining my fun." he said in mock disappointment.

Celia giggled and tapped his head. "Good Dunmer! You Dunmer may learn something yet." She hugged him tightly, and then plopped herself onto the ground next to him. "You Dunmer sure are confusing," she commented absent-mindedly as she drew an intricate design in the sand.

"Confusing?" Sel asked. "Most dunmer males will do anything a beautiful woman says." he said with a laugh.

Niran opened an eye,

"Looks like you have full control of him now, Celia." He said, placing his hands behind his head.

Confused, she asked, "But, but, I thought Dunmer were supposed to follow the Temple or whatitscalled? You know, pure of mind and spirit or something similar? Yet, I see many Dunmer doing the opposite." She shook her head. "I guess there is no hope for the Dunmer..." She giggled and poked Sel. "Especially for silly Dunmer like you!"

"Actually," Sel began in answer to Celia, not confirming or denying Niran's comment. "Not many dunmer follow the Temple doctrines anymore since the Nerevarine killed Almalexia and Almalexia killed Sotha Sil. Now all that is left of the Tribunal is Vivec, and his death will come sooner than you think. Since the Tribunal was shown as obvious frauds, many dunmer have gone back to ancestor worship. See? I paid attention to history as a boy." he said with a wink.

She patted Sel's knee in a fake serious manner. "I can see that even silly Dunmer can have an education, good boy! I am quite proud of you." She grinned, still doodling in the sand. "But there's still no hope for the Dunmer, I'm sorry to tell you..." Her tone turned to a mock sadness as she patted Sel again. "I'm terribly sorry, but there is especially no cure for Dunmer silliness."

Megil walked out of the sea, the seer following after him.

"Guys, let me introduce you to Falmari Feanturi, Seer of the sylphs. She is the wisest being I know and also the kindest too. She wishes to have council with us"

stepping back and letting the others see the ancient creature behind him. She was heavily covered by silver jewelry and many gemstones, she supported herself on a long silver staf that was beautifully crafted with all manners of sealife, at the top ,however, was a very prominent sea serpent. On her forehead ,despite all the other jewelry, stood out a seer's stone. Though blind, she watched the group. Her unseeing eyes scrutinizing the people before her.

"Yes yes, no need to flatter me Megil, my boy. How do you all do?""

EDITED-proofreading

OOC: ha! have i stumped dantrag O.o

"I like my silliness, thank you very much." Sel said just as the sylph came walkling out with Megil.

"I would be fine, if people stopped insulting my race." he said, in answer to Falmari with a playful glare at Celia.

OOC: sorry....real life called me away.

Niran walked over to the sylph and bowed.

"Fine," Niran lied "How are you?"

"Ah yes, flirtatious youth," she said letting out a small laugh, "well I hope I won't ruin your evening then."

she 'looked' at Niran, "No need to lie my dear boy. but I am feeling old as usual."

"So...." Sel began, not knowing how formal he had to be with Falmari. "What do you want, before you "ruin my evening" any further?" he asked with a smile.

Informality was always the best choice with Sel.

"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" Niran said turning to stare directly at the Sylph.

http://websearch.about.com/gi/dynamic/offs...ge%2Fphrase.htm

OOC:Fixed the link.

Sel turned to Celia. "I obviously didn't get enough education." he said quietly to her so he didn't dusturb anyone else. "I can't understand a word."