"Very well Mister Anthanes" Kyara bowed her head and went to a small wooden cupboard in the corner where she bought a golden brown bottle,
" I think this is Brandy that Mistress Serene always tell me to offer our honoured guests" Hope it will be suitable for you?"



OOC: Got to rush.....catch the bus home..I´ll be back later though!

Anthanes' grin widened. "You do me too much honor. But if you insist, I suppose I can make do with it..."

Eberron walked along the east coast of Vvardenfell heading south, a thousand thoughts went through his head. His motion less face looked into the ground. Why did I leave Alyssa here, with Arneth. He has enough trouble on his hands, and with the Great Houses fighting each other its only worse. Eberron rubbed his face, tired and exhausted he looked around for a nearby village as he kept walking slowly. He only had a sack hanging by his shoulder with some equipment, gauntlets and some other armor parts, craft tools, a dagger, some belts and other cloth. He looked down at his longsword by his hip on the left side. It was the only thing he had left from his father.

He sat down on a stone by the coast line, looking out over the water. He threw his sack of his shoulder and down on the ground infront of him switfly - opening it and looking if he had some food left or any money. He took out a pouch, he opened it with wide eyes, he didn't even know what he threw in his bad before he left Cyrodiil. But as he opened the pouch he threw it away, before punching his fist into the ground. It was maybe around twenty septims in it, and that wouldn't help him much in Vvardenfell. He sighed and leaned back over the rock with his hands across his face. I doubt money would help me anyway, I cant stop searching. Arneth most have taken her to a safe place, out of reach for most people I'll just have to do my best to find it.. he thought before getting up grabbing his sack and pouch before starting walking north against the land of the Telvanni...

(OOC: Minque, where is Morvayn Manor - Thought it would be nice to know the characters location)

[ooc: Ald'ruhn. ]

Cal noticed that the man put his hand inside his robe, but Cal couldn't risk to unstrap his sword, because a 16 year old with wielding a very large sword was indeed ackward. At least in these times.

"Good day, mister.", Cal said and smiled. "I have a few questions to you. It'll be quick, I promise." Cal walked up close to the man, and stood face to face. He glanced quickly around him to see if any guards was nearby, there wasn't, and he turned back to the robed man. Cal looked up and down, noticing most details about the man, including the fact that he was gripping his sword. "Oh, I wouldn't do that. There's guard around, you know. People like us have to.. stick together, eh?", Cal said and smiled his cheerful smile again.

Megil was walking through an arbored pathway when he caught site of a pub out of the corner of his eye. Megil stopped and looked at the sign above the pub.

"ah, yes this is where they say he is." Megil said. He stepped inside, a small bell ringing as the door shut behind Darus. The place had a warm cozy feel to it, but it was rather empty at the moment. It was still early in the day. He saw a flyer posted near the door, it was an offer by the halls of justice to take in other people's septims for 50% more than it's value.

He glanced at it momentarily, having examined and approved the flyer several days before, by the end of the week everyone in Vvardenfell would know about the program. It was not an expenditure since after the seal wasremoved by melting the coins, the gold was worth more than what the hall of justice had paid the citizen. It really wasn't ripping the citizens of since they would have got lss gold for the coins elsewhere in Vvardenfell. But apprently people didn't care about the fact that gold was gold, and instead worried bout the seal and emperor's head molded on the side of the coin.

Megil stopped pondering and looked up from the flyer, he approahced the bar, the man he knew was Falx stood behind the counter.

Konrad rested his feet on the crude wooden table, his body relaxed as he looked around him. It was deathly quiet, his own little shrine. It wasn't as exciting as fighting dragons and battling with mages, but it was enjoyabley boring.

He stared at his immaclate boots, the black shine gazing back at him. He smiled, it was a long time since he had had bots that were in any way spoilt, not since he had come back from Vvardenfell. Life was easy here, whenever he neeed anything he picked up his old wooden staff and pulled up his travellers cloak to walk crookedly down to the shops.

He had spoken no words in the past five years, having no need of them. He would pick up the items he needed, pay the man, then be on his way back to the cottage. He made his septims by being a carpenter, his skills undeniably great. He just chose to keep his first ever table in his home, a reminder of when he was still an angry child looking for the next battle.

Though his life was getting too boring, in a sense. He missed the mage the most, he had forgotten all the names of the travellers, as she was the one who was kind to him even when he was foolish. It was time to go meet her, he felt. Life was getting too predictable.

He swung his legs from the table, getting up slowly and walking to the cabinet. Looking at it the draw opened and a series of papers appeared from it, spreading themselves out around him. He peered at them all, then picked one from the air and sent the others back. On it was scribbled a name of a town he had defended, the name of a town where the person he was going to see said she was going to live. Ald'Ruhn.

He left the house, a small pack on his back filled with a hunting knife and cooking accessories. His levitation bel was also packed in there, stuffed in the bottom. He closed the door behind him, sighing as he looked at the house he had spent the past 5 years in. He kept his hood down as he waded amongst the leafy vegetables in his garden, picking a few out and packing them away.

Looking at the forest next to his house he uprooted three trees, smashing them quickly on the cottage. It would be in his papers in a few days time, making him girn at the thought. He set off back on the trail he, Sel and Celia had come, returning back to Vvardenfell.


After an uneventful journey across Cyrodil He sailed to Seyda Neen, making his lonely way to Ald Ruhn through his memories of the land. As he entered through the entrance he remembered defending valiantly he gazed around, sighing with joy. After an hour of tough conversation with people he wouldn't actually speak to and would only communicate with nods and shakes he found where Serene was living. He had also found her name.

As he knocked on the door of Morvayn manor he felt nervous. He looked totally different, would Serene recognize him? His clothes, now once again dirtied from his travels, made him seem like a beggar. Her or her servants would surely send him away with a sword in his back, wouldn't they? Nevertheless he waited patiently at the door.

"Hrm. Sounds like someone's there. Don't bother, I'll get it."

Anthanes strode over to the door and opened. His eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Serene was heading home from work...tired but longing to get back to her family...yes, she had a family and for almost 5 years now, she´d had a man that loved her and she loved him,..and a gorgeous little daughter as well......

"If only my first child would be here, then my happiness would be unending..."

Approaching Morvayn Manor she spotted a man standing at the door, knocking on it, there was something familiar with him, yet she could not really grasp it

"Hallo Mister!, Are you looking for me? or perhaps Jonacin?" Serene approached the stranger hands outstretched in a warm greeting....

Akar continued north until he heard voices. He quickly concealed himself behind a hill and peered over.

Apparently, some ashlanders had gotten themselves in trouble, and were surrounded by some faction or other intent on destroying them for no apparent reason.

He drew his sword and held it in one hand as he walked down to where the "situation" was.

"What the hell is going on?" Akar demanded.

Vvardenfell,
Grazelands, close to Vos

As the time went by Eberron was nearing the Telvanni town, Vos. He walked with his eyes sharpened on the horizon in front of him. What he was going to expect at Vos went through his mind, but as the thoughts went through his head he knew he actually didn't have anything to do there. I can be wandering around here for weeks, if not months trying to find just the smalles of clues to where they are...

Eberron rubbed the back of his head, before gently touching his scar at his neck as he walked. The memories of his brothers made him feel better, thought they where dead he had many nice memories. His thought switch to another thought, and he soon thought of if it was anything else he could do here. Vvardenfell was only one of the few places that was about to explode into share chaos if a war would unleash on the houses. Maybe I could do something, maybe try to... No, what could a young Redguard do in this crisis. I doubt with all this I would have little hope of finding my sister and even suriving here. If I would be captured by anyone with my fathers sword I dont know what they would belive of me. Maybe they would think I'm a Legion Knight and kill me or something... Eberron shaked his head, clearing the thoughts. He was better at handling things as they came, insted of planning at least things like this. He could soon see the city of Vos beyond a little hill in front of him. It was time to focus setting his feet into this new ground...

"Lets see what I can find out about this house then - Telvanni" Eberron said to himself before entering the city...

Endris awoke with a star, "Day already?" He quickly readied his equipment, pulled on his cloak and rushed out the door of the Morag Tong. He walked at a brisk pace over to the Silt strider and asked the man to take him to Ald'Ruhn. Silt striders were expensive at this day and age, Endris knw, but he wanted to get to Ald'Ruhn quickly.

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Almost an hour or so had passed when he arrived in Ald'Ruhn. He walked off the silt strider port and pulled out his assassination writ and read it, double checking. Serene [last name]. Endris tucked the writ away and began aimlessly wandering the town. He couldn't ask where Serene lived because that would brand him as a suspect.


OOC: movin in for the kill
not really.

Konrad looked from the man he remembered had slaughtered the Ahnerreshu (Something like that...) to Serene. He panicked slightly, this was too much for him. His face stayed resolute, glancing backwards and forwards from Anthanes to Serene. It seemed the man had recognized him, but Serene hadn't.

He turned to the woman and bowed low, before noting the hand. He took it in his own gloved hand and kissed it lightly, before staring up at the woman. She was how he remembered, she did not seem to care for his appearance after all. He cleared his throat, trying to produce some words. A mixture of dehydration and lack of practice hindered him.

"I...I am looking for you." he croaked, standing back up to his full height. "You said to visit..sometime."

"...Hello, Konrad." , the half-dunmer said. "And hello to you too, Serene." Anthanes grinned slightly.

[ooc: Off until tomorrow. Don't get into any fights without me. ]

(OOC: I'm off too - Getting late here got school tomorrow, so I might check after school, G'Night / Afternoob / Morning all)

"Konrad!!" Is it really you?" Serene grinned happily at him..and Anthanes? This is a day of joy......come in Konrad....you seem to need a fortification....

"Kyara!,"Would you be so kind and organize some food and drinks to Konrad and Anthanes please"
Oh how wonderful to see you Konrad...You must tell me all that happened the last 5 years..

And Anthanes.....you honour our home with your unexpected visit.....I´m soo happy to see you both


Jonacin!!!!!!!!!!!! come up we have visitors!

Serene nearly danced with joy...seeing her old friends again..


"Now it´s just Celia and Sel we´re waiting for...."

(OOC: This is it for me. Night ya'll.)

Konrad nodded solemnly, following the joyous Serene into the manor. He sat down wearily on a chair, crossing a leg over his other as he layed back. He took a glass of Flin from the maid, sipping it slowly. "What I've done....What I've done." he mumbled to himself, putting the drink down on the table besid him.

"Nothing. I followed Sel and Celia back to their town and lived on the outskirts of it. Everybody thought I was an old man. I've spent my days making furniture and growing vegetables. Haven't handled a sword since I broke mine back in the pub." he told her, smiling. His smile was not backed up by his eyes though, they were empty of emotion.

"So what about you? This is a nice home you live in." he commented, looking around casually.

Dane let a look of dismay mar his moody expression "Oh I see..." he said pitying for the captive soul, an emotion he didn't often experience.

"I could direct you in the way of the general store, but I want to know... Why do you put up with it?" he asked somewhat frustrated.

Well, that was unexpected.

It took him a moment to think of something. He opened his mouth to respond, but his jaw dropped before he could speak. Just beyond the man adressing him, a dunmer was talking to a guard and both were looking directly at Val.

Val recognized him. He had arrested the unsavory character a few years back for burglary.

"Oh.... hell."

Dane was confused, the Argonian wasn't replying, infact he might have let slip a curse from his scaled lips. Dane was a bit put off for having his question snubbed by some slave, but perhaps he was just uncomfortable talking to others free of captivity, none the less he waited for a answer.

The guard now had his hand on the sword sheathed at his side. He was took a step in their direction. The guy that questioned him was apparently oblivious to the situation.

Think of something, you have to get out of here.

He got it.

"I'm sorry, but if I don't hurry my master will be angry with me."

Hopefully this fellow will lead him somewhere where he could lose the guard.

"Why thank you Konrad!, Well we´ve built up a life here....."

"Mommy!!! Mommy!..." a childish voice interrupted her and she immediately rose and went down the stairs saying:

"Oh guys you haven´t seen our miracle yet!"

Sel

"It's only for a week." Sel promised Celia as he strapped on his sword. He doubted he would need it, but he always took it with him just in case. "Mr. Lenius said that we may even return before that." He grabbed his pack and kissed his wife and daughter goodbye before walking out the door towards the river.

He wasn't exactly fond of his job, but it had definite possibilities. Especially with the blockade that had been formed around Vvardenfell, pirates would be in greateer numbers due to the fact that many Legion ships were focused on the island rather than the mainland shores.

Boarded the ship and went below decks. He threw his pack and his sword on his bunk, but kept his dagger on his belt. He walked back up to begin the long process of loading the supplies.

Once that was done, they were underway. Sel hated this part of the journey; the large ship was forced to go down the river, often getting stuck in shallow parts, and always extremely uneventful. The ocean was the best part of the journey, the wind in his face, the salty air, the awesome power of the water itself...

"Sel!" Mr. Lenius, his boss shouted, disrupting Sel from his hours of daydreaming. "Hoist the sail!"

Sel looked up; they had already gotten to the mouth of the river! He burst into motion, deftly climbing the familiar ropes and waiting for the right time to do his part in raising the sail.

Soon, his duties were done, and he stood on the bow, allowing his face to be sprayed by the salty ocean mist.

This is how Sel's days at work went, but he didn't go every day. It was usually a trip of a week or two, but then he would get plenty of time off afterwards, while Mr. Lenius got paperwork and ship maintenance done. Time he spent with his family.

Sel enjoyed his relaxed lifestyle, but did miss the old days of fighting demons, werewolves, mages, and Niran.

The next few days were uneventful for Sel --meaning no pirates-- but son he could see the huge blockade ahead. How were they getting through that?

Within minutes, a Legion ship came up beside them and boarded, asking questions of all kinds and searching the cargo.

"Once you get on the island," Sel heard a soldier say. "You can't come back until everything is settled over there."

"So we are clear to go?" Mr.. Lenius asked.

"Yes, you are allowed docking at Seyda Neen."

When the soldier went back to his own ship, Sel ran over to his boss. "You said it would be a week!"

"I said it should be a week if all goes well. Apparently, all isn't well on Vvardenfell." Mr. Lenius said smugly.

Sel resisted the urge to punch him in the face. How was he to explain this to Celia? He was getting a slap or two, that was for sure. "Well then, I guess we should turn around."

"Sure," Mr. Lenius said. "You can swim."

Sel walked away then, mumbling curses directed at the imperial.

OOC: long, I know, but I wanted Sel to join in the madness!

Dane

Dane felt even more sympathy for the hectic slave.

Obviously extremely overworked..

He turned around to walk away and was almost run into by a busy looking Hlaalu guard and an apparently concerned citizen.

Why don't these damn dunmer leave a poor slave well enough alone...

He thought to himself thinking that the slave was obviously a runaway.

Dane walked up to the guard attempting to distract him.

"Oh Hi there" He said a false smile gracing his unshaven face "What are you doing?"

"Nothing that concerns you, street trash" the guard growled obviously irritated by being blocked by Dane and attempting to look over his shoulder and through the crowd for the Argonian.

"Damnit!, you made me lose him you ugly vagrant!" The guard cursed grabbing the hilt of his blade. "Your lucky I'm not cutting you up right here!" he said as he rushed off quickly through the crowds attempting to track the Argonian, citizen in tow.

I did all I could

Dane thought returning to his socially avoidant shell

"It's all in his hands now.." he uttered quietly as he walked away.

Isaarin

Isaarin stood there as Megil strode off.

Though burning up inside for being lambasted by an obviously half-bred dunmer he didn't let a look of anger cross his face. Only a look of smug self-assurance graced his noble visage as he turned around and ordered whichever lowly officer was with him at the time to keep an eye out for Megil in the future and then walked off heading for his personal silt strider to be brought back to his manor in Balmora.

Val slipped around a corner. He was out of sight of that guard, but there were others. One of which was approaching, he had obviously noticed the commotion.

Damn my magicka pool. I could of at least brought the charm with me.

"You there! What are you doing sneaking around like that? Let me see your hands."

He was close, arms reach in fact, and his sword was drawn.

Ok Val. You knew it would happen some day.

Val raised his hands above his head.

Nobody lives forever. But no way I'm going down without at least a struggle.

In a quick movement, he brought one of his hands down directly in front of the guards helm. With a flash, he blasted a light fireball into the visor. The guard staggered and yelled in pain. The light spell likely did little damage, but it was a great distraction.

Val bolted. Leaning forward and trailing his arms behind him he made for the gate beyond the now alarmed crowd. There the gards were already waiting for him.

Dane heard a loud metallic sounding blast and only knew it could have been the slave.

The crowds were rushing around in fear trying to escape the source of the blast. He traced the patterns of where the people were running away from and approached a guard struggling to get back up on his feet. Though guards were obviously rushing up to investigate, nobody was there at the moment and he kicked the guard squarely in the side of his head knocking him uncouncious.

Not wishing to be connected with the mess he rushed away in persuit of the argonian using his ranger skills, though dampened by being in a cityscape, to track down the wayward slave.

Sel

Sel stepped off the ship and was supposed to enter the census office, but that wouldn't do well, being an outlaw and all. He jumped the fence by the dock and entered the town.

It was strange, being back home. He played with the amulet on his neck(not thinking about the fact that he could easily go home with it) as he walked towards the silt strider port. While he was here, he may as well visit his mother and sister.

Sel handed the man at the silt strider septims, and was promptly blasted in the face by his laughter.

"What's so funny?" Sel asked, getting a little angry.

"Go get some Hlaalu currency; it will serve you much better here."

"Is there no exchange?" Sel asked; he really wanted to get to where he was going.

"Hmm...It will cost you five hundred septims to ride." the man said, taking advantage of Sel's absence from the island.

"five hundred? that's ridiculous!"

"Septims have no value here." the man answered with a shrug, leaving the possibiliities of exchange in Vivec unsaid. "I'm doing you a favor by even accepting them."

"Fine." Sel said, handing hims the gold and sitting down in the silt strider. "Ald'ruhn."

Not slowing, Val brought both arms forward and focused a purble transparent sphere in each. He launched them at the two guard blocking the gate. The orbs' energy circled around there bodies until they reached their feet.

Low power levitation. Very magicka efficient, and so weak the victim could only hover ever so slowly.

Val stopped, nearly falling flat on his face. Now for the final touch. He waved his arms in a circle, then shoved them forward. The telekinesis spell struck the confused men and launched them. Under normal circumstances, they might have barely felt it, but the lev spell val cast on them made them weightless. The gate was clear.

Val again sped off. He could hear heavy footsteps behind him.

Dammit. Im out of power.

He would need his sword to deal with the final guard giving chase.

Dane reached into his pocket. He needed to get this slave's attention. He did a roll and while doing so picked up a small rock. As soon as he got to his feet he threw it in front of the path of the fleeing slave.

Dane feared it would hit his feet but it connected with the dirt with a light thud and sent a small clowd of dirt around the Argonian's feet. With a little attention gotten he yelled "Hey!".

Sel

Sel got off of the silt strider and looked at Ald'ruhn. It had changed considerably through the construct attacks and the rebuilding. The first thing he noticed was a huge tower.

"Wow." was all he said upon seeing it. He suddenly remembered that Serene had said something about wanting to live in Ald'ruhn...

He tapped on the shoulder of the nearest person. "Do you know a Serene or a Jonacin?" he asked.

"Yes, they both live in Morvayn Manor." he answered, pointing the way.

Sel thanked him and knocked on the door. It would be interesting to see how everyone had turned out, and to see how they though that he had changed. He didn't even think that they knew he and Celia had married...

He stood, waiting for someone to open the door.

Vaska woke up to the sounds of comotion in the streets. He quickly made his way to his manor and changed cloathing. Stauros briskly walked out of his maner and twards the sound of fighting only to see a crowd sorounding what looked like a brawal or some fight. Stauros said in his most comanding voice, "What is going on here!?!"

a guard came up to Stauros and bowed, " why this argonian scum attacked and we" Stauros cut him off,

"I don't care who attacked who. Out of 10 or 15 guards"

"20 sir"

"What!?"

We have 20 guards here in the city"

"I don't care, now were was I? Oh yes out of 20 guards in the city you should have over powered him and thrown him in jail, or at least fined him." Stuaros walked oer to the Argonian, who was panting. After looking him over, he pointed to two guards and said "You two, clean this argonian up and bring him to my manor, uhh I think the bar will do fine."

"but ser,"

"no buts, just do it" and with that Stauros walked off to his manor, muttering underhis breath about incapatent guards.


ooc is this okay? sorry about not posting "posting" I wanted to get involved with someone, and if this is bad yell at me and well yeah.

(OOC: If you haven't understood what my character is doing yet, then here. He is searching for certain people, ESPECIALLY talented fighters and healers. He has known of these characters names from several years ago when AMU took place. He looks for good attitude first, and if he doesn't find what he wants he leaves normally without warning.)

Upstairs in Moravyn Manor a loud tumble could be heard followed by light cursing.

"Damn this ruddy place, can't even teleport properly in here."

That voice...

Val skidded to a stop and wheeled around. Arms in a casting position. He wasn't about to trust a complete stranger.

"I don't know who you are but if you want a fight, you found it!"

He could only hope his intentions were good. Or at least buy his bluff. He was completely drained of power and was already starting to feel the effects of so much action paired with starvation.

"Im not here to fight!" Dane said backing away "I only want to know one thing, are you a runaway?, and if so where do you plan on staying?, because the streets of Balmora are no longer safe for a beast-man any longer"

Val's vision was blurry and he stumbled. His shoulders slumped and he hung his head.

"A runaway?" He was silent for a moment. His legs felt like jelly. Soon the lev spells would wear off and the rest of the guards would have caught up.

He chuckled.

"I suppose it doesn't matter anymore... dieing would be a release from this madness."

With heavy effort, he lifted his head and looked the man directly in the eyes.

"I am no runaway. I'm a legionnaire."

He waited. His life was now in the hands of a stranger. Part of him was actually hoping he would turn him in to the guards. At least in death was eternal peace.

"A legionarre?" Dane said gritting his teeth. If this was a joke it was certainly a bad person to make it too.

"You damn skirt wearing scum are still around!?" he said angrily "Get out of my sight then. I had the impression you were a slave to the dunmer, not the empire"

ooc:umm i think i interupted this a while ago but what ever... and i'm logging off.

Endris overheard the name "Serene" and listened to this man's conversation. Morvayn Manor huh? I'll follow this guy. Endris followed Sel from a distance and watched as he knocked on the door to the manor. He waited and watched to see who would open the door.

OOC: If this contradicts with anthing, let me know.

IC: Darus had been Megil's bodyguard for some time now, though he couldn't complain about the high paying in (both fame and fourtune) job. He regularly heard his own name, usually followed by "could probably kill every citizen of Vivec on his own".

Darus stopped along side Megil as they saw the poster, he had thought of this idea long ago, though he had not the money to pull it through. He entered the bar with Megil, holding his spear in his hand. He saw Falx, who he had heard of while off duty. Darus had learned alot while off duty, quick routes, stories of heroes, people's strong opinion, even things like popular recipes.

Daru, seeing that no one in the bar seemed threatening or uppity, leaned over to Megil and whispered "About earlier, I don't trust Isaarin. He has an attitude and seems more like a crazy war-inciter than a peaceful revolutionary. Might want to get him to cut down on his speaches or atleast watch them. With the way he talks, it seems that he wants Imperials dead, not Legionaires gone". Darus liked talking, or, in this case, whispering to Megil, for he had many of the same views as him and could speak his mind.

Scum huh? I'll get you for that one...

He lacked the strength to speak the words, but just thinking them made him feel a little better.

His legs gave out and he crumbled to the ground. The last thing he heard were the quick thuds of boots at a hurred pace, as well as the shouting of the guards that wore them.

(OOC: be back in a bit, gotta do some chores.)

Dane

Dane watched as the Legionarre collapsed.

Serves him right

Dane thought. Then he looked behind him and saw Hlaalu guards rushing up yelling "There!, There!, He's over there!"

Dane for an instant felt mercy for the fallen beast-man.

Not even a filthy legionarre deserves this...

He thought as he lifted up the uncouncious body and made for an escape.

The closest location is Fort MoonMoth, guards don't ever go any farther than that. They should just forget about persuing this minor offender and give up.

Were one such of the thoughts that raced through his head as he ran with the Argonian in his arms, his survival instincts taking over.

Isaarin

Isaarin arrived safely at his destination if not a little sore on his bottom.
he heard shouting and looked around before unmounting his strider.

Another form of incompetence from my worthless guards

He thought and might have grimaced but held back since he was in public. His personal guards started to go off after the problem but Isaarin waved his hand and said "No, no, don't bother, It'll be over in a little while". His guards accompanied him back to his mansion and remained outside the door save one guard. Isaarin stepped up the stairs in his home while being greeted by his servants, dismissing their happy comments he opened his door and adressed his guard "Stay put outside my door, I wish for privacy". Isaarin stepped into his room alone and onto his bed where he pulled a skooma pipe from his drawer.

"Ah, skooma, the drug of kings" he said smiling and lighting up for a good few puffs of the sweet ambrosiatic substance.

He sat there happily, feeling as light and free as the smoke that gently carressed his cieling. "Now, now, just what should I do next?" he laughed while removing a scroll from his pocket. "Oh yes, domination" he giggled.

OOC:



Well Serene knew that anyway.....what did you think?


IC

In Morvayn Manor a couple of things happened at the same time:
Serene came up from the cellar, carrying a sweet little girl of 4, light brown skin, soft long jet-black hair framed a smiling face with big strange-coloured eyes and a cheerful smile
"Meet our daughter, Celia Selena, commonly called Lena" Serene said , "Jonacin is taking a bath, he´ll be up soon"

A knock at the door......Kyara looked at her Mistress to get a sign that she should open, which she got and so opened the ront door

A falling sound from upstairs followed by a curse.....a man´s voice it was


Serene could not see who it was at the front door, Kyara stood in the way

She put the little girl down and went upstairs to check out the strange sounds.....

The hooded man picked himself up from the ground, making his way to the stairway.

At the bottom of the steps he could see a woman approaching. Did he recognize her? From that tavern, the sick woman. It was strange, he always remembered things in precise detail, even if he didn't want to remember them.

"Is Serene home?" Sel asked the girl who opened the door. "Or Jonacin?"

Kyara looked a moment at the dunmer standing outside, he was handsome but sad in a peculiar way..but when he asked for her Master and Mistress she nodded shyly and replied:
"Yes Ser, they are at home both of them"

Serene heading up the stairs stopped, looking at a hooded stranger atop the staircase, she recognised him....the strangser from the last hours of the Big Battle of Ald´ruhn, the stranger that cured her terrible hangover

"Why godday to you Ser...... Then she heard a so familiar voice, filling her with sheer joy!

Oh it´s Sel....he came..oh he came, but i can´t hear Celia.....is she not with him? Was I wrong?

(OOC: Wow, if it was me I would be like. "How the hell did you manage to break into my house from upstairs?!!")

The man basically slid the rest of the way down the stairs, nearly running into Serene as he passed her.

"Good day to you as well miss, may the divines bless you." He said as he entered the main room.

When the door to the manor was opened, Endris caught a glimpse of the inside. There were several people in there. He figured it was a party or something. Large amounts of people would either be bad for an assassination, or good. Either way Endris felt the need to get creative with this job. In his forty years of working for the guild it was not commonplace for Endris to get 'creative'. It usually involved himself getting hurt and tricking the victim into accepting him into their home.

Endris, however, had heard rumors. Apparently this Serene could hear thoughts like words. So tricking her was out of the question. Perhaps if she went out for a drink at the tavern....


OOC: shouldnt conflict

The man noticed a large jumble of people.

"Good day to all of you. If I could have your attention for a moment, I would greatly appreciate it."

Ravvin sat at his desk in his chamber, his quill in hand writing on an old map.

"Up the hills, the units... no no that wouldn't-" Ravvin thought to himself outloud as he often did when in deep thought and alone.

Suddenly a light knocking came from his door breaking Ravvin's concentraition.

"Yes?, come in" He said putting down his quill and looking up.

The door opened and in walked Miner Arobar, Redoran councilor.

"You said you wished to see me?" Miner said as he walked inside

"Yes, I did. Thank you for coming. Take a seat" he said and waved his hand at the chair in front of the desk.

Miner sat down and asked "Is there anything in particular you'd like to speak with me about?"

"Now Miner, I respect your opinion very highly, for it was you who had faith enough in me to sponsor me as an elective for the office of Grandmaster." Ravvin explained

"Indeed I did, but I don't think that's what you called me in here now was it?


"Right to the point is it? Okay, I wish to ask you a question" Ravvin said grimly

"And what might that be?" Miner asked plainly

"What's your opinion.... on conquest?"