The story...
Several years have passed since the events of what has become known as "A Mystery Unleashed" and things have changed on the island of Vvardenfell. Things looked good with the restablishment of "New Vivec" but the death of the god Vivec the last former god of the Tribunal heralded the destruction of the Tribunal Temple and any remaining priests have disbanded and spread across Vvardenfell, renouncing their faith. Even the people have forgotten of the Tribunal and are faithless and without direction. But this is not the worst of problems.
With the death of the Emperor in Cyrodiil large problems have begun to spring up in the Imperial Capitol, nobles and dignitaries now bicker and fight over the throne and who has the right to rule. The Empire has lost significant power and control and the Septim has lost its value in many provinces, one of which being Morrowind.
Beliving Morrowind to be hard enough to control on its own, the Legion has formed a blockade about Vvardenfell and is denying access to the mainland, even to the other Legionarres upon the island, they have even gone as far as to use the Mage's Guild to magically block any forms of teleportation and levitation over their blockade.
With the Legion on the Island being without funding from the mainland they have begun to taxe the inhabitants of Vvardenfell heavily, but not in coin but in food and items. Public opinion of the Legion already being low the people had enough. This and the change of the House Leaders has created the perfect setting for rebellion. The people hateful of the Legion and looking for someone to trust place their faith on the houses giving them tremandous power and numbers. The Houses struck out against the Imperial Guilds (Thieves,Fighters,Mages) and the Legion, destroying their forts utterly and scattering them across Vvardenfeel, in individual hiding places or small camps.
Now with the Houses in control and more powerful than ever (save the ancient days) with no competition besides the other Houses, rumours of war are being heard.
(Don't post after this I have to put in the info on the Factions)
Full Version: A War Of Houses Playground
House Hlaalu: House Hlaalu is a changed house. With the spetim being worthless and their Imperial allies being weak, they have never been in worse shape. They have a new Grandmaster by the name Isaarin Sithiln, a young Dunmer public speaker. When the Legion began to tax the people heavily Isaarin had enough. He rose up and begged the people "To rise up and free themselves of the shackles of Imperial control". The people already pushed to the edge by heavy taxes and their wealth being worthless they rose up rioted. The threw Duke Vedam Dren from office and after a vote by the council, elected Isaarin as Grandmaster. Isaarin put together an army and marched against every fort on Hlaalu lands. The forts were destroyed and the Leginonarres retreated leaving Hlaalu the dominent power of the West Coast.
House Redoran:With the Imperials gone and the Tribunal collapsed House Redoran feels the world is too chaotic and faithless, they wish to fill the spot of their former "rulers" and rule with their own brand of Redoran law, based off of their teachings of the house. The former Grandmaster was a corrupt man whom was holding Redoran back from glory. He was publicly challenged by a ambitious young noble, Ravvin Nereholm, and slain. Ravvin was voted into the office of Grandmaster. Ravvin Nereholm is a very militant man and is revered as a great warrior and a tactical genius but he can quite close minded and merciless towards those he views as enemies. The first act in office by Ravvin was founding a large army, and by the blessings of his people, announced his attack to the Imperial forts in his lands, and on the designated day, destroyed any Legionares who hadn't fled or surrendered, leaving the Redorans as masters of the middle lands.
House Telvanni: Imperial control was dying down and Hlaalu had already begun to riot, yet house Telvanni stood still. This was infuriating to the peoples of Telvaani owned lands and some of the younger councilors. Then a young Telvanni mage by the name Melkaan Uvirith, great grandson of the shamed telvanni mage who had died upon the spot that has come to be known Uvirith's Grave, started a viscous coup, killing any councillors unloyal to him and then slew the former Archmagister. With that he established and army and smashed every Imperial fort in his region, leaving few survivors. With that House Telvanni was the undisputed rulers of the East Coast lands.
The Imperial Legion: With their forts destroyed and their men scattered the Legion has never been so weak. Any attempts to reunite the scattered soldiers has met failure. There seems to be 3 major camps across the Vvardenfell landscape.
Morag Tong: After their leader narrowly escaped death during the destruction of Vivec the Morag Tong has never been so powerful. With their new headquarters in New Vivec safely established, they have been in large buisness as the Houses have continued to bicker and hire the Morag Tong out.
Ashlanders: The ashlanders are existing as they have before the death of Dagoth Ur. But with this talk of war the Ashlanders do not feel safe in their ancestral lands and are increasingly harrassed House Soldiers.
Ordinators: The Ordinators no longer as powerful as they once were now only have dominion in the city of New Vivec, protecting the citizens and quelling the violence between the House Cantons and investigating any things they think pose a threat to New Vivec.
Git postin' y'all!
House Redoran:With the Imperials gone and the Tribunal collapsed House Redoran feels the world is too chaotic and faithless, they wish to fill the spot of their former "rulers" and rule with their own brand of Redoran law, based off of their teachings of the house. The former Grandmaster was a corrupt man whom was holding Redoran back from glory. He was publicly challenged by a ambitious young noble, Ravvin Nereholm, and slain. Ravvin was voted into the office of Grandmaster. Ravvin Nereholm is a very militant man and is revered as a great warrior and a tactical genius but he can quite close minded and merciless towards those he views as enemies. The first act in office by Ravvin was founding a large army, and by the blessings of his people, announced his attack to the Imperial forts in his lands, and on the designated day, destroyed any Legionares who hadn't fled or surrendered, leaving the Redorans as masters of the middle lands.
House Telvanni: Imperial control was dying down and Hlaalu had already begun to riot, yet house Telvanni stood still. This was infuriating to the peoples of Telvaani owned lands and some of the younger councilors. Then a young Telvanni mage by the name Melkaan Uvirith, great grandson of the shamed telvanni mage who had died upon the spot that has come to be known Uvirith's Grave, started a viscous coup, killing any councillors unloyal to him and then slew the former Archmagister. With that he established and army and smashed every Imperial fort in his region, leaving few survivors. With that House Telvanni was the undisputed rulers of the East Coast lands.
The Imperial Legion: With their forts destroyed and their men scattered the Legion has never been so weak. Any attempts to reunite the scattered soldiers has met failure. There seems to be 3 major camps across the Vvardenfell landscape.
Morag Tong: After their leader narrowly escaped death during the destruction of Vivec the Morag Tong has never been so powerful. With their new headquarters in New Vivec safely established, they have been in large buisness as the Houses have continued to bicker and hire the Morag Tong out.
Ashlanders: The ashlanders are existing as they have before the death of Dagoth Ur. But with this talk of war the Ashlanders do not feel safe in their ancestral lands and are increasingly harrassed House Soldiers.
Ordinators: The Ordinators no longer as powerful as they once were now only have dominion in the city of New Vivec, protecting the citizens and quelling the violence between the House Cantons and investigating any things they think pose a threat to New Vivec.
Git postin' y'all!
Dane sat in the Eight Plates, drinking his mug of sujamma and thinking deeply.
His flagon was getting empty and he wondered just how much money he had to order another glass.
He reached inside his pocket and felt around. He made out the imprints on the coins in his pockets, 12 Hlaalens, 16 Rhuns, 2 Telvanics, and 4 septims.
Little good those septims will do me
He thought to himself as he pulled his hand from his pocket and looked into his empty mug.
"One Sujamma" he croaked as he slapped down two Hlaalens on the surface of the counter.
The hostess walked over picked up the coins and pored him another mug of sujamma.
Dane just grabbed the handle of the mug and continued to drink.
His flagon was getting empty and he wondered just how much money he had to order another glass.
He reached inside his pocket and felt around. He made out the imprints on the coins in his pockets, 12 Hlaalens, 16 Rhuns, 2 Telvanics, and 4 septims.
Little good those septims will do me
He thought to himself as he pulled his hand from his pocket and looked into his empty mug.
"One Sujamma" he croaked as he slapped down two Hlaalens on the surface of the counter.
The hostess walked over picked up the coins and pored him another mug of sujamma.
Dane just grabbed the handle of the mug and continued to drink.
Endris walked into the Eight Plates, ordered two loaves of bread and a flin, and sat down at the table next to Dane. He kept quiet and thought to himself while waiting for his order. Let's see now... Ald'Ruhn is North of here and that is the place where my target is said to be. Endris Yawned, Getting late though, I'll sleep here and get started walking tomarrow.
OOC: *coughstartaconversationcough*
OOC: *coughstartaconversationcough*
"TELVANNI!" Screamed a woman as she came dashing from the Hill-side. En'fel jumped awake and scrambled out of bed. They knew the attack would come. They all knew it would come. Sonnabu Zabbamat predicted the attack months ago. Bandits were moving in more freely these days, looting their herd, raiding their campsites along the Grazelands, poaching their animals, sometimes even kidnapping their women. The Telvanni were getting worse as well. They set up camps all along the borders of the Grazelands, and if it were not for Kaushad's wife and her sharpness (which En'Fel wonders how she managed to gain) they would have pushed further. In the last months, they were sadly under a strict, uncomfortable treaty.
All was not well though, military units moved in constantly, shipments of weapons and armors came more than shipments of food. They were planning an attack, Sonnabu didn't need to predict a thing.
Once he had his battle-clothes on and his sword, En'Fel jumped out of his yurt There was already a battle before him. His people made a pitiful defense while the Telvanni surrounded them and cut them off from escape. The Zainab fought with spirit and ferocity that all the man-power in the world could not match, En'Fel knew this, he was taught this as a child, but he wasn't seeing it.
He dashed through the Telvanni lines by himself, and ducked hastily under a swipe of an axe, then reached his open hand back and clasped the helmet of a soldier. He concentrated for a moment, and then felt the crisp chill coming from the end of his palm. The soldier fell forward in shock as En'Fell landed, successfully breaking their first line. Soldiers closed in around him, and he grinned. He was far too cunning to be defeated by a mountain of over-encumbered Telvanni, or so he liked to think.
"En'Fel, my Son! Rescue my Son!" cried Kaushad, who realized he broke the line closest to where Kaushad's son, the half-ashlander, was being dragged away by Telvanni. When En'Fel looked, he saw something different. Sonnabu, their wise woman, was being dragged away from another location. En'Fel hesitated between this decision, but once the first swipe of a sword came his way, he knew what had to be done. He summersaulted backwards between two Telvanni and turned toward Sonnabu. Before he knew what he was doing, or what decision he had made, his sword was already half-way through its motion against the Telvanni's helm...
CRACK!
En'Fel awoke. He calmed himself down, staring at the camp-fire before him, trying to push this memory to the back of his mind. One of his companions, Anhasou, was also awoken by the loud crack of the fire. He stared at En'Fel anxiously, his hand tightly gripping his bone-sword.
"Go back to sleep Anhasou, it was nothing."
"You were dreaming about the night they attacked, weren't you?"
Perhaps Anhasou was awoken up by something else.
"How long has it been?" En'Fel asked his companion.
"One month and a half."
"Too long," snorted Ganfi, he stood (or rather sat) watch that hour. "Far too long."
"I agree, En'Fel." Noted Anhasou, "We have not found any Ashlanders yet and we searched every inch of this area. Every tomb, every cave, nothing has gotten by you, and we've looked through it all."
"Perhaps we should head West to the Urshilaku Camp," suggested Ganfi.
"Perhaps the Ahemussa are in hiding just as we are, and we must only seek them out," En'Fel retorted rudely.
"Perhaps they've all simply been wiped out," commented Hil'Tec, whom they thought was sleeping.
En'Fel gave him a nasty look, which Hil'Tec, with his eyes closed, didn't see. "Well, we'll consider it in the morning, in the mean time I'm not done here, good-night."
"Your watch is in just a few moments En'Fel," said Ganfi.
"Fine, I'll take up watch early then."
"Oh good, now I can get some sleep," remarked Anhasou.
All was not well though, military units moved in constantly, shipments of weapons and armors came more than shipments of food. They were planning an attack, Sonnabu didn't need to predict a thing.
Once he had his battle-clothes on and his sword, En'Fel jumped out of his yurt There was already a battle before him. His people made a pitiful defense while the Telvanni surrounded them and cut them off from escape. The Zainab fought with spirit and ferocity that all the man-power in the world could not match, En'Fel knew this, he was taught this as a child, but he wasn't seeing it.
He dashed through the Telvanni lines by himself, and ducked hastily under a swipe of an axe, then reached his open hand back and clasped the helmet of a soldier. He concentrated for a moment, and then felt the crisp chill coming from the end of his palm. The soldier fell forward in shock as En'Fell landed, successfully breaking their first line. Soldiers closed in around him, and he grinned. He was far too cunning to be defeated by a mountain of over-encumbered Telvanni, or so he liked to think.
"En'Fel, my Son! Rescue my Son!" cried Kaushad, who realized he broke the line closest to where Kaushad's son, the half-ashlander, was being dragged away by Telvanni. When En'Fel looked, he saw something different. Sonnabu, their wise woman, was being dragged away from another location. En'Fel hesitated between this decision, but once the first swipe of a sword came his way, he knew what had to be done. He summersaulted backwards between two Telvanni and turned toward Sonnabu. Before he knew what he was doing, or what decision he had made, his sword was already half-way through its motion against the Telvanni's helm...
CRACK!
En'Fel awoke. He calmed himself down, staring at the camp-fire before him, trying to push this memory to the back of his mind. One of his companions, Anhasou, was also awoken by the loud crack of the fire. He stared at En'Fel anxiously, his hand tightly gripping his bone-sword.
"Go back to sleep Anhasou, it was nothing."
"You were dreaming about the night they attacked, weren't you?"
Perhaps Anhasou was awoken up by something else.
"How long has it been?" En'Fel asked his companion.
"One month and a half."
"Too long," snorted Ganfi, he stood (or rather sat) watch that hour. "Far too long."
"I agree, En'Fel." Noted Anhasou, "We have not found any Ashlanders yet and we searched every inch of this area. Every tomb, every cave, nothing has gotten by you, and we've looked through it all."
"Perhaps we should head West to the Urshilaku Camp," suggested Ganfi.
"Perhaps the Ahemussa are in hiding just as we are, and we must only seek them out," En'Fel retorted rudely.
"Perhaps they've all simply been wiped out," commented Hil'Tec, whom they thought was sleeping.
En'Fel gave him a nasty look, which Hil'Tec, with his eyes closed, didn't see. "Well, we'll consider it in the morning, in the mean time I'm not done here, good-night."
"Your watch is in just a few moments En'Fel," said Ganfi.
"Fine, I'll take up watch early then."
"Oh good, now I can get some sleep," remarked Anhasou.
Dane looked up from his mug at this stranger sitting at his table. The stranger looked somewhat blurry and he wondered if he was becoming inebriated (sp?)
"That's enough Sujamma I suppose..." he said to himself quietly as he got up from the table. He looked at the stranger at his table again for a few seconds before turning around and tromping off towards the door, intending to go sleep in the wilderness to preserve money, besides sleeping in a nice comfortable bed would make the next time he had to sleep on the dirt unbearable.
"That's enough Sujamma I suppose..." he said to himself quietly as he got up from the table. He looked at the stranger at his table again for a few seconds before turning around and tromping off towards the door, intending to go sleep in the wilderness to preserve money, besides sleeping in a nice comfortable bed would make the next time he had to sleep on the dirt unbearable.
wait I can post now.... I isn't effecting anyones. (this in in balmora, the new fortish town)
ic: Otik, though now know as Strauros, walked into his den/bar.
"Good day Serjo* Strauros" said the bartender, washing a glass behind the bar.
Strauros walked over to the bar and sat on the stool. "Hey Delfran, and quit it with the serjo stuff, you know I don't like that title unless there is someone else in the room."
Delfran grinned, "I know, but I love it how you react to it. The usual? Chilled flin?" he said getting to buisness.
"sure why not, and just give me the bottle. I hate having glasses in my study."
Stauros got his flin and went into his study and magically locked the door, not that he didn't trust Delfran, his only friend in his time of solitude, but to keep other members of the house that wanted his audiance out. He colapsed into his chair and looked around the room, and finally started working on the papers on his desk.
*would this work granted it is dunmeri(sp)
(ooc a boring start in my part of the rpg
)
ic: Otik, though now know as Strauros, walked into his den/bar.
"Good day Serjo* Strauros" said the bartender, washing a glass behind the bar.
Strauros walked over to the bar and sat on the stool. "Hey Delfran, and quit it with the serjo stuff, you know I don't like that title unless there is someone else in the room."
Delfran grinned, "I know, but I love it how you react to it. The usual? Chilled flin?" he said getting to buisness.
"sure why not, and just give me the bottle. I hate having glasses in my study."
Stauros got his flin and went into his study and magically locked the door, not that he didn't trust Delfran, his only friend in his time of solitude, but to keep other members of the house that wanted his audiance out. He colapsed into his chair and looked around the room, and finally started working on the papers on his desk.
*would this work granted it is dunmeri(sp)
(ooc a boring start in my part of the rpg
)
(Earlier that day)
Isaarin sat gazing upon the fair city of New Vivec from the edge of the third layer of the Hlaalu Canton.
"Sir" came a gruff voice from behind him
"Yes?" he answered plainly flashing a charismatic smile
It was one of his bodyguards, wearing heavy bonemold armor but no helmet with a long scar running from the top of his nose to his cheek, he didn't recognise this particular guard, but who really does?
"Sir it's time for your speech in the canton" He answered mechanicly
"Is it really?, fine." Isaarin said with a small sigh and he followed the guard inside the large canton doors and into a large crowd. His bodyguards pushed people back and made space for their Grandmaster as he stepped up upon his makeshift podium.
"People of New Vivec, Hlaalu canton" he addressed the crowd "Now is a time for action! Now is a time for change!" he said forcefully with a smile on his face "We have already rid ourselves of the shackles of Imperial confinement!, BUT THAT IS IS ONLY THE BEGGINING!!" he yelled "For far too long the Imperials had taxed us and controlled us" he said with an emphasis on the word "control" "And now WE are in control!, now WE have the power!, and now we will destroy them" he said his smile growing larger as the people shouted in approval "It's true we have done very well... but they will only cause trouble for us in the future. As of now they sit in their little caves, plotting and scheming TO OPPRESS YOU!, TO CONTROL YOU!!, AND TO OWN YOU!!!" he said as the people yelled curses and insults about the Imperial scum. "So I implore you!" he yelled dramiticly "If any of you have any information on the whereabouts of any Legionarres or Soldier Camps, please inform any Hlaalu official." he said with a serious look upon his face "The fate of Vvardenfell may hinge on it." he added grimly for added affect
With that the crowd gave a loud roar of approval as Isaarin Santhil turned around and marched off the podium and into a circle of his bodyguards and out of the canton.
Isaarin sat gazing upon the fair city of New Vivec from the edge of the third layer of the Hlaalu Canton.
"Sir" came a gruff voice from behind him
"Yes?" he answered plainly flashing a charismatic smile
It was one of his bodyguards, wearing heavy bonemold armor but no helmet with a long scar running from the top of his nose to his cheek, he didn't recognise this particular guard, but who really does?
"Sir it's time for your speech in the canton" He answered mechanicly
"Is it really?, fine." Isaarin said with a small sigh and he followed the guard inside the large canton doors and into a large crowd. His bodyguards pushed people back and made space for their Grandmaster as he stepped up upon his makeshift podium.
"People of New Vivec, Hlaalu canton" he addressed the crowd "Now is a time for action! Now is a time for change!" he said forcefully with a smile on his face "We have already rid ourselves of the shackles of Imperial confinement!, BUT THAT IS IS ONLY THE BEGGINING!!" he yelled "For far too long the Imperials had taxed us and controlled us" he said with an emphasis on the word "control" "And now WE are in control!, now WE have the power!, and now we will destroy them" he said his smile growing larger as the people shouted in approval "It's true we have done very well... but they will only cause trouble for us in the future. As of now they sit in their little caves, plotting and scheming TO OPPRESS YOU!, TO CONTROL YOU!!, AND TO OWN YOU!!!" he said as the people yelled curses and insults about the Imperial scum. "So I implore you!" he yelled dramiticly "If any of you have any information on the whereabouts of any Legionarres or Soldier Camps, please inform any Hlaalu official." he said with a serious look upon his face "The fate of Vvardenfell may hinge on it." he added grimly for added affect
With that the crowd gave a loud roar of approval as Isaarin Santhil turned around and marched off the podium and into a circle of his bodyguards and out of the canton.
Akar walked the halls of New Vivec, examining the statues of the heroes. They supposedly set out to kill a god-like mage who threatened the entire island of Vvardenfell. He looked up at the most famous figure; the redguard by the name of Jonacin, the slayer of the mage, Arcyakt. Embracing him was the likeness of a familiar-looking woman. He read the large plaque set in the middle:
Jonacin, killer of Arcyakt.
Beside that, under the woman another plaque read:
Serene, healer, advisor, wife to Jonacin.
"Serene?" he asked himself aloud. He highly doubted that his mother could be a famous hero, but he didn't totally dismiss it; how common was the name Serene?
He looked up at a beautiful young altmer woman, and continued on to see the current ruler of Vivec, Megil, and he raised an eyebrow as he saw an empty pedestal just like the other statues were on, but this one had no statue atop it.
Curious, he read:
Selenil.
"That's it?" Akar asked. How vague; no image, no description, no surname! Merely a first name. This man didn't want to be recognized, apparently.
He left the plaza where the statues adorned the halls, and found the nearest tavern.
He looked in his pocket; four hundred rhuns, that was it. I guess that's what one gets for staying with the Redorans for too long.
Akar longed to go back to Cyrodiil and work at the forge again. This island was seeming smaller and smaller by the minute, and despite the current lead he had on his mother's identity, it was still quite boring.
"A mudcrab stew please." Akar asked, knowing the correct thing to say.
"Sure." the pretty young waitress replied with a smile. She lead Akar to the back room where she handed him three vials. "We offer other services too..." she purred.
"No, thank you." he said, stuffing the skooma in his pack, giving the waitress all of his money, and heading out the door. Food could always be found; skooma could not. That was how he justified spending all his money on skooma.
He walked out of the city of Vivec, which seemed to be the most neutral place on this war-ridden island, and continued his mission; to aimlessly wander.
OOC: long, I know. sorry.
akar is alone, no conflicts should arise.
Jonacin, killer of Arcyakt.
Beside that, under the woman another plaque read:
Serene, healer, advisor, wife to Jonacin.
"Serene?" he asked himself aloud. He highly doubted that his mother could be a famous hero, but he didn't totally dismiss it; how common was the name Serene?
He looked up at a beautiful young altmer woman, and continued on to see the current ruler of Vivec, Megil, and he raised an eyebrow as he saw an empty pedestal just like the other statues were on, but this one had no statue atop it.
Curious, he read:
Selenil.
"That's it?" Akar asked. How vague; no image, no description, no surname! Merely a first name. This man didn't want to be recognized, apparently.
He left the plaza where the statues adorned the halls, and found the nearest tavern.
He looked in his pocket; four hundred rhuns, that was it. I guess that's what one gets for staying with the Redorans for too long.
Akar longed to go back to Cyrodiil and work at the forge again. This island was seeming smaller and smaller by the minute, and despite the current lead he had on his mother's identity, it was still quite boring.
"A mudcrab stew please." Akar asked, knowing the correct thing to say.
"Sure." the pretty young waitress replied with a smile. She lead Akar to the back room where she handed him three vials. "We offer other services too..." she purred.
"No, thank you." he said, stuffing the skooma in his pack, giving the waitress all of his money, and heading out the door. Food could always be found; skooma could not. That was how he justified spending all his money on skooma.
He walked out of the city of Vivec, which seemed to be the most neutral place on this war-ridden island, and continued his mission; to aimlessly wander.
OOC: long, I know. sorry.
akar is alone, no conflicts should arise.
Endris washed down the rest of his Flin and finished his bread.
"Anything else?" the waitress asked politely.
Endris thought for a moment, looked up at the ceiling and blinked a few times, "Is this Balmora?'
"Yes sir," she replied.
Endris dug around in the pockets of his coat and pulled out a handful of Hlaalens(?) and placed them on the table and said, "Give me a room also." The waitress gave him a key for the room for the night and Endris stepped outside and walked around the town aimlessly.
"Anything else?" the waitress asked politely.
Endris thought for a moment, looked up at the ceiling and blinked a few times, "Is this Balmora?'
"Yes sir," she replied.
Endris dug around in the pockets of his coat and pulled out a handful of Hlaalens(?) and placed them on the table and said, "Give me a room also." The waitress gave him a key for the room for the night and Endris stepped outside and walked around the town aimlessly.
Dane walked out of the Tavern and into the rain. He looked up and blinked a couple times.
Damnit... rain, I can't sleep in this...
He looked around the small plaza for somewhere dry to sleep. At last he spotted a small guarskin tarp over top of a few large pots,vases and boxes.
That'll do...
Dane had never been one for vagrancy but this rain just called for it. He stepped under the tarp arranged around the pots and boxes to conceal view from the street and lay down on the ground falling asleep quickly due to his drunkness.
Damnit... rain, I can't sleep in this...
He looked around the small plaza for somewhere dry to sleep. At last he spotted a small guarskin tarp over top of a few large pots,vases and boxes.
That'll do...
Dane had never been one for vagrancy but this rain just called for it. He stepped under the tarp arranged around the pots and boxes to conceal view from the street and lay down on the ground falling asleep quickly due to his drunkness.
A hand tapped Dane's shoulder.
"My friend, what place is this to sleep?" The hooded man knelt down and threw a bag of gems by the sleeping drunks face.
"A little gift from the divines." He said as he stood up and walked away.
(OOC: Changed from septims to gems.)
"My friend, what place is this to sleep?" The hooded man knelt down and threw a bag of gems by the sleeping drunks face.
"A little gift from the divines." He said as he stood up and walked away.
(OOC: Changed from septims to gems.)
Dane looked up at the stranger suprised and at being awoken by the bag by his face.
Suddenly he felt his face grow hot with anger instantly sobering him up
He stood up quickly from his resting place.
"How dare you insult me so!" he yelled angrily at the stranger who appeared to be walking away
"Damn you and Damn the divines!!" he bellowed angrily
Suddenly he felt his face grow hot with anger instantly sobering him up
He stood up quickly from his resting place.
"How dare you insult me so!" he yelled angrily at the stranger who appeared to be walking away
"Damn you and Damn the divines!!" he bellowed angrily
Akar had travelled northeast for about a day, contentedly smoking his skooma pipe and sometimes taking a break from it to chew some Hackle-lo.
He went through the ashlands for awhile ( which seemed much more exciting when under the influence of skooma) before ending up in the grazelands.
He found a small cave and walked inside. He drew his sword from his back and peered inside; hopefully it would be empty. Luckily, it was. Akar took the opportunity to go to sleep and clear his head of the skooma.
(OOC: not quite sure where En'fel is, but I took a wild guess and said the grazelands.)
EDIT: D'oh! I misspelled "opportunity" and it was annoying me.
He went through the ashlands for awhile ( which seemed much more exciting when under the influence of skooma) before ending up in the grazelands.
He found a small cave and walked inside. He drew his sword from his back and peered inside; hopefully it would be empty. Luckily, it was. Akar took the opportunity to go to sleep and clear his head of the skooma.
(OOC: not quite sure where En'fel is, but I took a wild guess and said the grazelands.)
EDIT: D'oh! I misspelled "opportunity" and it was annoying me.
QUOTE(Intestinal Chaos @ Aug 30 2005, 07:38 PM)
Dane looked down up at the stranger suprised and a little insulted.
Suddenly he felt his face grow hot with anger instantly sobering him up
"How dare you insult me so!" he yelled angrily at the stranger who appeared to be walking away
"Damn you and Damn the divines!!" he bellowed angrily
Suddenly he felt his face grow hot with anger instantly sobering him up
"How dare you insult me so!" he yelled angrily at the stranger who appeared to be walking away
"Damn you and Damn the divines!!" he bellowed angrily
The man turned around and unsheathed his sword slowly. Twirling it a bit.
"You will regret those words."
He drew his sword and sized up his opponent
He appeared to be wearing a red hood over his face but by the way his body was built his was obviously a human, possibly an imperial.
He trudged over the vases and pots knocking them over and breaking them.
He appeared to be wearing a red hood over his face but by the way his body was built his was obviously a human, possibly an imperial.
He trudged over the vases and pots knocking them over and breaking them.
QUOTE(Intestinal Chaos @ Aug 30 2005, 07:44 PM)
He drew his sword and sized up his opponent
He appeared to be wearing a red hood over his face but by the way his body was built his was obviously an elf, most likely a dunmer.
He trudged over the vases and pots knocking them over and breaking them.
He appeared to be wearing a red hood over his face but by the way his body was built his was obviously an elf, most likely a dunmer.
He trudged over the vases and pots knocking them over and breaking them.
(OOC: His hood is black. Your character is definately drunk.)
The man threw forward a gloved hand, muttering a jumble of strange words as his opponent was thrown backwards into a wall.
Endris heard some shouting and vases shattering so he went to investigate. He saw to men--one of them he recognized from the bar had his sword drawn, the other llooked very suspicious. Endris walked closer; he enjoyed watching fights. Even more so getting involved in them.
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En'Fel grabbed Sonnabu and hoisted her atop his shoulders. There were three dead Telvanni around him. Two of them had tiny icicles pointing out eratically from their armor, leaving their cause of deaths just a little questionable. The last was clear as day, as his head was somewhere off to the side of his body. En'Fel looked regretfully where he last saw the Half-Ashlander, Kaushad's son, but could find him no where. The camp was already lit aflame, and most of the Telvanni ignored him and focused on the now retreating tribe. En'Fel caught just a tiny glimpse of Kaushad before he took off, and the mer did not look happy that he chose to save the Wisewoman over his son.
En'Fel's mind kept jogging through this again and again until it all molded together. He tried his best to ignore Pidou's poking, but eventually lost it and turned irritably at the short dunmer (who only stood 5'11), "What?"
Then he saw it, all of the companions also stared off. There was a small band of Telvanni the area. They were obviously on their way south to report that Ahemussa Camp had been abandoned. The road was completely opened, and it was broad daylight. They would surely be spotted, there was no running. "Act natural," commanded En'Fel, and he kept walking, leading his troupe, who followed anxiously.
"Ashlanders?" queried one of the Telvanni scouts.
Their leader quinted his eyes at the Ashlander party moving toward them. He snickered, "From the hiding spot of Ahemussa I'll bet. Seven of them, one for each of us. Alright, you know the drill, suround them and take their leader to his knees, hold the others hostage and question him. With each answer he refuses, kill one."
En'Fel relaxed his face, looking passive. Hel'Tic tightened his grip on his bone-axe; Anhasou corrected his posture and formed an bit of an arrogant strut; Ganfi frowned with pursed lips, his throwing stars hidden on his backside, but his hands just twitching to use them; Pidou looked anxious, but Pidiou always looks anxious; Altass tightened his jaw, trying to look polite, and nonchalant, failing at it; finally, in tow of the six of them, came Sounigo, with her arms on her waist and her face as pale as a her bonesword.
The Telvanni marched around them. Their leader walked toward them boisterously, "Alright you scum get one your knees and hand over your weapons."
"We have no business with you," En'Fel shot back quickly, as if rehearsed.
"On your knees bucket-brains, and hand over your weapons!" demanded their leader. En'Fel stopped, his face remained emotionless. The Scout-leader stood right before him, the rest of the Telvanni had set themselves up around the seven Ashlanders. En'Fel considered it, then removed his sword from his sheath, twirled it expertly to its back and offered it handle first to the scout-leader.
The scout-leader took it, looked at it for a moment, then suddenly let his fist loose, catching En'Fel in the stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The scout leader began pacing around him.
"So, tell me, where are the rest of your scum hiding?"
"I am not from here," En'Fel gasped. "Zaineb"
Hel'Tic just about pounced, but En'Fel already had his hand up in Hel'Tic's direction, cautioning him.
"Zaineb? Look for gold and find a diamond," the scout-leader joked. "Alright, order your men to do the same."
"Do it," En'Fel commanded without hesitation.
"On my mother's grave I will!" yelled Hel'Tic
"Do it!" En'Fel commanded again. Hel'Tic's face was as red as a dark-elf could get. He sneered and dropped his axe, and fell to his knees. The rest followed.
"Alright, straight to business, your men might just survive long enough to get chained up and work in our fields, and the girl... well... she might live long enough to--"
"Don't even say it," whispered En'Fel.
"What?!" screamed the scout-leader as he slammed his armored fist to back of En'Fel's skull. En'Fel dropped to the ground.
"You have our land, why must you kill our people?" he asked pitifully.
"Why? Heh heh, because your ugly."
"Very well," En'Fel shot a look at the scout-leader, then jumped forward this his right hand going for the dunmer's face. The Telvanni's entire body frosted over, and the body dropped lifelessly before En'Fel touched the ground. Hel'tic grinned and followed suit, grabbing his axe and taking a heavy swing at the nearest thug, slamming the guy's face mask in to make an imprint on hise forehead. The rest came to life as well.
En'Fel grabbed Sonnabu and hoisted her atop his shoulders. There were three dead Telvanni around him. Two of them had tiny icicles pointing out eratically from their armor, leaving their cause of deaths just a little questionable. The last was clear as day, as his head was somewhere off to the side of his body. En'Fel looked regretfully where he last saw the Half-Ashlander, Kaushad's son, but could find him no where. The camp was already lit aflame, and most of the Telvanni ignored him and focused on the now retreating tribe. En'Fel caught just a tiny glimpse of Kaushad before he took off, and the mer did not look happy that he chose to save the Wisewoman over his son.
En'Fel's mind kept jogging through this again and again until it all molded together. He tried his best to ignore Pidou's poking, but eventually lost it and turned irritably at the short dunmer (who only stood 5'11), "What?"
Then he saw it, all of the companions also stared off. There was a small band of Telvanni the area. They were obviously on their way south to report that Ahemussa Camp had been abandoned. The road was completely opened, and it was broad daylight. They would surely be spotted, there was no running. "Act natural," commanded En'Fel, and he kept walking, leading his troupe, who followed anxiously.
"Ashlanders?" queried one of the Telvanni scouts.
Their leader quinted his eyes at the Ashlander party moving toward them. He snickered, "From the hiding spot of Ahemussa I'll bet. Seven of them, one for each of us. Alright, you know the drill, suround them and take their leader to his knees, hold the others hostage and question him. With each answer he refuses, kill one."
En'Fel relaxed his face, looking passive. Hel'Tic tightened his grip on his bone-axe; Anhasou corrected his posture and formed an bit of an arrogant strut; Ganfi frowned with pursed lips, his throwing stars hidden on his backside, but his hands just twitching to use them; Pidou looked anxious, but Pidiou always looks anxious; Altass tightened his jaw, trying to look polite, and nonchalant, failing at it; finally, in tow of the six of them, came Sounigo, with her arms on her waist and her face as pale as a her bonesword.
The Telvanni marched around them. Their leader walked toward them boisterously, "Alright you scum get one your knees and hand over your weapons."
"We have no business with you," En'Fel shot back quickly, as if rehearsed.
"On your knees bucket-brains, and hand over your weapons!" demanded their leader. En'Fel stopped, his face remained emotionless. The Scout-leader stood right before him, the rest of the Telvanni had set themselves up around the seven Ashlanders. En'Fel considered it, then removed his sword from his sheath, twirled it expertly to its back and offered it handle first to the scout-leader.
The scout-leader took it, looked at it for a moment, then suddenly let his fist loose, catching En'Fel in the stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The scout leader began pacing around him.
"So, tell me, where are the rest of your scum hiding?"
"I am not from here," En'Fel gasped. "Zaineb"
Hel'Tic just about pounced, but En'Fel already had his hand up in Hel'Tic's direction, cautioning him.
"Zaineb? Look for gold and find a diamond," the scout-leader joked. "Alright, order your men to do the same."
"Do it," En'Fel commanded without hesitation.
"On my mother's grave I will!" yelled Hel'Tic
"Do it!" En'Fel commanded again. Hel'Tic's face was as red as a dark-elf could get. He sneered and dropped his axe, and fell to his knees. The rest followed.
"Alright, straight to business, your men might just survive long enough to get chained up and work in our fields, and the girl... well... she might live long enough to--"
"Don't even say it," whispered En'Fel.
"What?!" screamed the scout-leader as he slammed his armored fist to back of En'Fel's skull. En'Fel dropped to the ground.
"You have our land, why must you kill our people?" he asked pitifully.
"Why? Heh heh, because your ugly."
"Very well," En'Fel shot a look at the scout-leader, then jumped forward this his right hand going for the dunmer's face. The Telvanni's entire body frosted over, and the body dropped lifelessly before En'Fel touched the ground. Hel'tic grinned and followed suit, grabbing his axe and taking a heavy swing at the nearest thug, slamming the guy's face mask in to make an imprint on hise forehead. The rest came to life as well.
Dane pulled himself up from the wreckage of the tarp and boxes he had just been thrown into by the stranger now identified as possibly a battlemage.
"Magic is it?" He said holding his stomach with his other hand wincing
"A coward's craft. Let's see if you can wield that blade as well as you can draw it"
"Magic is it?" He said holding his stomach with his other hand wincing
"A coward's craft. Let's see if you can wield that blade as well as you can draw it"
Ryan walked intothe Eight-Plates Inn.
Damn, its been a long time since I've been in here...he thought as he came into the bar. He had passed a man coming out of it. Who is he? No Matter, i feel aneed for a drink. After all its been about five years since ive beenin a Pub,andim not very good at Brewing.
"Exuse me" he said to the Bartender. "Can i have a Crydillic Brandy. If i remember correctly they are 90 septims."
"Only 90? No they cost 500." stated the bartender.
"500?!? Crydillic brandy isn't that expensive!" Shouted Ryan.
"No,it'snot expensive, it's just septims arent worth Guar-dung. Now if you had some Hlaalens, that wouldbe a different story." said the Bartender Bumusedly.
"Fine, here are 500 septims. Isthere any way icanexchangemymoney for something worth more?" Ryan Asked.
he exchanged his miney for 1000 Hlaalens and took his Brandy to a seat near the back of the Inn.
Damn, its been a long time since I've been in here...he thought as he came into the bar. He had passed a man coming out of it. Who is he? No Matter, i feel aneed for a drink. After all its been about five years since ive beenin a Pub,andim not very good at Brewing.
"Exuse me" he said to the Bartender. "Can i have a Crydillic Brandy. If i remember correctly they are 90 septims."
"Only 90? No they cost 500." stated the bartender.
"500?!? Crydillic brandy isn't that expensive!" Shouted Ryan.
"No,it'snot expensive, it's just septims arent worth Guar-dung. Now if you had some Hlaalens, that wouldbe a different story." said the Bartender Bumusedly.
"Fine, here are 500 septims. Isthere any way icanexchangemymoney for something worth more?" Ryan Asked.
he exchanged his miney for 1000 Hlaalens and took his Brandy to a seat near the back of the Inn.
QUOTE(Intestinal Chaos @ Aug 30 2005, 07:49 PM)
Dane pulled himself up from the wreckage of the tarp and boxes he had just been thrown into by the stranger now identified as possibly a battlemage.
"Magic is it?" He said holding his stomach with his other hand wincing
"A coward's craft. Let's see if you can wield that blade as well as you can draw it"
"Magic is it?" He said holding his stomach with his other hand wincing
"A coward's craft. Let's see if you can wield that blade as well as you can draw it"
"Very well then." The man said, but he still used magic.
Teleporting behind Dane he shoved his sword at the man's back.
"That good enough?" he said with a smirk.
Despite his drunkness Dane's battlesense started coming to him, a little delayed by the strong drink. He rolled forward and whirled around and glared at his attacker
"Nothing but cheating out of you I see, It takes little skill to place a sword to a man's back and even less to cut a throat"
He said as he ran forward at the man slashing his blade for his neck.
"Nothing but cheating out of you I see, It takes little skill to place a sword to a man's back and even less to cut a throat"
He said as he ran forward at the man slashing his blade for his neck.
"Damn't!" Raxle rubbed his hands together by the fire, "How long has it been? Three years? Three years since we've had a nice warm bed to sleep in? And to think we defended these mer." O'Conner was sizzling in his anger.
"hamster it, I'm going to sleep, Darius you take watch"
"hamster it, I'm going to sleep, Darius you take watch"
The man caught Danes sword.
It cut right through, and half of the glove fell to the ground.
???
No blood came from the hand.
There was no hand, air filled the glove.
"You can't win this battle." He said as he dissapeared.
(OOC: Gotta eat now.)
It cut right through, and half of the glove fell to the ground.
???
No blood came from the hand.
There was no hand, air filled the glove.
"You can't win this battle." He said as he dissapeared.
(OOC: Gotta eat now.)
I'm home
Val dragged his feet further into the ruined room. The ceiling had been brought down in the center of what had once been the Moonmoth Barracks. Torches had once hung on the walls, now scorched black in most places. No torches left very little light, but he was fine with that. It only meant he could hide in darkness should the situation call for it.
He reached the corner. The very corner his bunk had once rested. There was no furniture now, save for a smashed table that had somehow not been claimed by the flames. With a clawed finger, he traced out the position his bunk had been, then rested on the ground looking through the ruined ceiling into the clouds above.
It had been another pointless day. He spent the last month traveling the nearby lands in search of any units that might have survived. Now, he simply wanted to survive. All he could do was sneak around like a petty thief and lift what he needed from any commoners that let their guard down. Today, he was almost detected by the residents of Balmora. That was not a good thing for an Argonian in the Imperial Legion.
If you could still call it a Legion...
At least he had his plunder, a half empty bottle of Mazte.
Val dragged his feet further into the ruined room. The ceiling had been brought down in the center of what had once been the Moonmoth Barracks. Torches had once hung on the walls, now scorched black in most places. No torches left very little light, but he was fine with that. It only meant he could hide in darkness should the situation call for it.
He reached the corner. The very corner his bunk had once rested. There was no furniture now, save for a smashed table that had somehow not been claimed by the flames. With a clawed finger, he traced out the position his bunk had been, then rested on the ground looking through the ruined ceiling into the clouds above.
It had been another pointless day. He spent the last month traveling the nearby lands in search of any units that might have survived. Now, he simply wanted to survive. All he could do was sneak around like a petty thief and lift what he needed from any commoners that let their guard down. Today, he was almost detected by the residents of Balmora. That was not a good thing for an Argonian in the Imperial Legion.
If you could still call it a Legion...
At least he had his plunder, a half empty bottle of Mazte.
"What's going on here!" yelled a booming voice
Suprised Dane turned around and looked at the source of the voice.
It was a Hlaalu guard, a well armed one at that.
"What seems to be going on here?" he asked Dane suspiciously
Dane looked at where the mage had been and then his sword. Had attempted to take a life in anger. He looked back at the guard and said "Nothing"
"Well it sure looks like something." the guard replied angrily "That'll be 20 Hlaalens for Vandilism and an additional 10 for disrturbing the peace."
Dane knew he didn't have that much and cursed the mage for dissapearing so suddenly.
Suddenly he rememerbed the gems.
"Is different payment acceptable?" Dane asked burning up inside for even considering using the mage's gems.
"I suppose as long as it isn't any gold from other Houses" The guard answered while scratching his chin.
Dane walked over to the bag of gems, pulled out a random stone, and thrust it in his hand.
The guard looked down into his hand with a look of suprise "Uh.. well thank you sir" the guard replied dumbfoundedly "Stay out of trouble and umm.. may the divines bless you" he added as he walked off
Dane's eye twitched as he held back assaulting the guard, but he was tired and didn't want anymore trouble. He walked over to his ruined sleeping place and lay down on the ground, his fatigue helped him fall asleep faster despite the rain.
he didn't even notice the room key that had been tossed at him.
Suprised Dane turned around and looked at the source of the voice.
It was a Hlaalu guard, a well armed one at that.
"What seems to be going on here?" he asked Dane suspiciously
Dane looked at where the mage had been and then his sword. Had attempted to take a life in anger. He looked back at the guard and said "Nothing"
"Well it sure looks like something." the guard replied angrily "That'll be 20 Hlaalens for Vandilism and an additional 10 for disrturbing the peace."
Dane knew he didn't have that much and cursed the mage for dissapearing so suddenly.
Suddenly he rememerbed the gems.
"Is different payment acceptable?" Dane asked burning up inside for even considering using the mage's gems.
"I suppose as long as it isn't any gold from other Houses" The guard answered while scratching his chin.
Dane walked over to the bag of gems, pulled out a random stone, and thrust it in his hand.
The guard looked down into his hand with a look of suprise "Uh.. well thank you sir" the guard replied dumbfoundedly "Stay out of trouble and umm.. may the divines bless you" he added as he walked off
Dane's eye twitched as he held back assaulting the guard, but he was tired and didn't want anymore trouble. He walked over to his ruined sleeping place and lay down on the ground, his fatigue helped him fall asleep faster despite the rain.
he didn't even notice the room key that had been tossed at him.
Endris watched the event that unrolled and thought of something. Damnit! I spent mony on that room and there is a Morag Tong right here in town. He looked over at the man that remained from the battle and threw the key to the inn room at his feet.
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Endris walked in through the doors of the guild hall and greeted the people he walked past. They all knew and respected him, as they should, he is a master of the Morag Tong. He climbed up a set of stairs and climbed into a bed offered for guildmates and fell asleep.
OOC: goodnight.
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Endris walked in through the doors of the guild hall and greeted the people he walked past. They all knew and respected him, as they should, he is a master of the Morag Tong. He climbed up a set of stairs and climbed into a bed offered for guildmates and fell asleep.
OOC: goodnight.
Melkaan Uvirith arrived at the meeting at looked around.
"Good everyone is here" he said as he took his seat at a large wood table that seemed to be growing out of the ground.
"This had better be good" murmered Mistress Dratha to quietly to be heard
"For our first order of buisness... I want a full report on the Zainab extermination"
Melkaan said casually looking at Master Aryon
Aryon though once a staunch defender of ashlander rights at one time was anything but anymore after he suffered an almost life-threatining injury from an Ashlander warrior.
"We did wonderfully, there were few survivors and we even managed to catch a few prisoners" Aryon said with a grin.
"Ah, wonderful." Archmagister Melkaan smiled
"Oh yes... and we have a special prize as well" Aryon added in mock forgetfulness
"Oh?" inquired Melkaan curiously
"Bring in the prisoner!" yelled Aryon
The doors to the chamber swung open and out marched a two Telvaani soldiers and a Zainab Wisewoman
"Ahhh, I see. Wonderful, without their main healer things will be a bit sticky for any survivors" said Melkaan happily
"Melaafric deka-" the woman said attempting to cast a verbal spell but was cut off as her mouth closes together as if glued
"That's enough of that dear Zainab, I won't be having any Masters or Mistresses fried while I'm in the room" Melkaan laughed
"Take her away" Aryon ordered, and the woman was marched off
"So second order of buisness, Nerek" Melkaan yawned
The young newly appointed Master Nerek, successor of Neloth, opened his mouth and said "The conquest of Vvardenfell"
"Good everyone is here" he said as he took his seat at a large wood table that seemed to be growing out of the ground.
"This had better be good" murmered Mistress Dratha to quietly to be heard
"For our first order of buisness... I want a full report on the Zainab extermination"
Melkaan said casually looking at Master Aryon
Aryon though once a staunch defender of ashlander rights at one time was anything but anymore after he suffered an almost life-threatining injury from an Ashlander warrior.
"We did wonderfully, there were few survivors and we even managed to catch a few prisoners" Aryon said with a grin.
"Ah, wonderful." Archmagister Melkaan smiled
"Oh yes... and we have a special prize as well" Aryon added in mock forgetfulness
"Oh?" inquired Melkaan curiously
"Bring in the prisoner!" yelled Aryon
The doors to the chamber swung open and out marched a two Telvaani soldiers and a Zainab Wisewoman
"Ahhh, I see. Wonderful, without their main healer things will be a bit sticky for any survivors" said Melkaan happily
"Melaafric deka-" the woman said attempting to cast a verbal spell but was cut off as her mouth closes together as if glued
"That's enough of that dear Zainab, I won't be having any Masters or Mistresses fried while I'm in the room" Melkaan laughed
"Take her away" Aryon ordered, and the woman was marched off
"So second order of buisness, Nerek" Melkaan yawned
The young newly appointed Master Nerek, successor of Neloth, opened his mouth and said "The conquest of Vvardenfell"
Val sat up. He didn't want the Mazte, nor did he want to sleep. He may have wanted to fade out of sight, but he had an obligation to the Legion. He would have to find a superior officer and continue his service. He was unsuccessful so far, but he couldn't just give up.
He rose to his feet, slowly and painfully. The last time he had eaten was... well he couldn't remember. If he was to continue, he would need supplies. On a lucky day he lifted roughly 100 Hlaalens from an unoccupied house. He would need to spend it. There was no way he could get what he needed by sneaking around all the time.
He needed to blend in... Its true there were likely very few people that knew he was in the Legion, as he had discarded the heavy armor some time ago. Unfortunatly, a free Argonian in this age would arouse suspicion.
He had to act the part of a slave purchasing supplies for his master. His tattered coat looked the part, and was even wide enough at the cuffs to hide his lack of a bracer. But he would need to leave his sword... and worse, his charm.
"Forgive me," he whispered as he lifted the thin silver chain from around his neck, the leaf shaped charm spinning as he did.
Time to go. If this doesn't work, well... I'm dead anyways.
He rose to his feet, slowly and painfully. The last time he had eaten was... well he couldn't remember. If he was to continue, he would need supplies. On a lucky day he lifted roughly 100 Hlaalens from an unoccupied house. He would need to spend it. There was no way he could get what he needed by sneaking around all the time.
He needed to blend in... Its true there were likely very few people that knew he was in the Legion, as he had discarded the heavy armor some time ago. Unfortunatly, a free Argonian in this age would arouse suspicion.
He had to act the part of a slave purchasing supplies for his master. His tattered coat looked the part, and was even wide enough at the cuffs to hide his lack of a bracer. But he would need to leave his sword... and worse, his charm.
"Forgive me," he whispered as he lifted the thin silver chain from around his neck, the leaf shaped charm spinning as he did.
Time to go. If this doesn't work, well... I'm dead anyways.
The Silt Strider lumbered up to Balmora, and Lykaon stepped of it, tossing a ruby to the Silt Strider pilot as he did. Its all they took anyone, goods, like gems, ebony glass, stuff they could sell. Made Strider travel prohibitively epensive at times. Lykaon walked down the Silt Strider port's steps as a light rain began, and headed to the Eight Plates. He was amazed the owner had actually rebuilt it after it had been destroyed when Balmora was razed years ago. He headed into the Tavern, and got himself a room, but decided to sit at a table in the bar-room of the Tavern for awhile, before going to to his room to sleep.
A suspicious hooded man was sitting directly across from Lykaon, sipping a drink.
(OOC: My character is proficient in weirdness.
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(OOC: My character is proficient in weirdness.
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QUOTE(gamer10 @ Aug 30 2005, 09:50 PM)
A suspicious hooded man was sitting directly across from Lykaon, sipping a drink.
(OOC: My character is proficient in weirdness.)
(OOC: My character is proficient in weirdness.
)Lykaon lifted his obscvured gaze towards the suspicious hooded man. Who seemed to have appeared from no where. Perhaps through good sneaking skills or a spell. "What do you want?" he asked in a low, deep voice that sound slightly metallic through the helmet.
Dane awoke that morning groggy and with a terrible hangover.
"What happened?" he groaned tiredly while shielding the light from his eyes
He somewhat remembered last nights events and the fight with the mage but nothing more.
He got up clumsly and looked and dusted himself off. He had a feeling it was just going to be another one of those days...
He noticed something lumpy in his pocket and reached inside.
He recognised the feel of the fabric of the bag of gems from the previous night.
I do need the cash...
He thought to himself trying to justify the use of the insulting mage's gems.
"What happened?" he groaned tiredly while shielding the light from his eyes
He somewhat remembered last nights events and the fight with the mage but nothing more.
He got up clumsly and looked and dusted himself off. He had a feeling it was just going to be another one of those days...
He noticed something lumpy in his pocket and reached inside.
He recognised the feel of the fabric of the bag of gems from the previous night.
I do need the cash...
He thought to himself trying to justify the use of the insulting mage's gems.
The hooded man lifted his head and looked at Lykaon.
"Absolutely nothing. What makes you ask such a question." The man couldn't help but smirk under the concealment of his hood.
"Absolutely nothing. What makes you ask such a question." The man couldn't help but smirk under the concealment of his hood.
Stauros finished the paper work and opened his door to see that Delfran already left for the night. Stauros put on his assain's cloaths and became Vaska Hulja, a feared assasin. He quickly wrote a note on his door that said he was sleeping in, busy, and didn't want to be disurbed. he then quietly and steathfully made his way to the Morag Tong Guild and donated 400 Hlaalens to the guild bank box (thing ) and said night to everyone and took a place in the corner and went to sleep.
always nice to sleep with my comrads Vaska thought as he driffted to sleep.
OOC: shogun if you want take vaska with you, but he wont tell you anything about himself, or his other personality, the Hlaalu one, I have school tomorrow and I wont get on untill 3 something cental time.
) and said night to everyone and took a place in the corner and went to sleep. always nice to sleep with my comrads Vaska thought as he driffted to sleep.
OOC: shogun if you want take vaska with you, but he wont tell you anything about himself, or his other personality, the Hlaalu one, I have school tomorrow and I wont get on untill 3 something cental time.
So far it was working. He had passed through the gates of Balmora without trouble. Though he couldn't see their eyes, he could feel the guards' gazes wearing him down, but none appraoched and questioned him. Seems going days at a time without food or sleep shaped him into the perfect image. He looked like crap.
It was still early morning and slightly damp, he couldn't help but wonder if any shops were even open. And what's worse, the town he had once known was gone. The layout was completely different.
This was a bad idea
And it wasn't the only one. Val began to wonder if it was wise to approach anyone and ask for directions.
It was still early morning and slightly damp, he couldn't help but wonder if any shops were even open. And what's worse, the town he had once known was gone. The layout was completely different.
This was a bad idea
And it wasn't the only one. Val began to wonder if it was wise to approach anyone and ask for directions.
Dane looked as the Argonian walked into the town square. He was a squalid thing and he looked... well like crap. Still there was a strange look in his eyes. Dane certanly wasn't a abolishanist but it was terrible that slavery was allowed at all. The Argonian seemed lost and even though it was against his nature the Argonian appeared to be a kindred spirit.
He approached the slave and asked "Lost?"
(argh sorry, I have to go,
)
He approached the slave and asked "Lost?"
(argh sorry, I have to go,
)
QUOTE(gamer10 @ Aug 30 2005, 09:55 PM)
The hooded man lifted his head and looked at Lykaon.
"Absolutely nothing. What makes you ask such a question." The man couldn't help but smirk under the concealment of his hood.
"Absolutely nothing. What makes you ask such a question." The man couldn't help but smirk under the concealment of his hood.
"The fact that you're sitting across from me," Lykaon replied. "Most people only do that when they want something."
Akar woke up, and was suddenly very hungry. He almost cursed himself for spending all his money on skooma instead of food, but thought better of it; that skooma was very high quality and quite good.
He strapped his sword onto his back where it belonged and grabbed his empty pack and slung it over his shoulder.
He had been going north east for awhile, maybe north now?
Any direction was fine with him. He began heading north.
He strapped his sword onto his back where it belonged and grabbed his empty pack and slung it over his shoulder.
He had been going north east for awhile, maybe north now?
Any direction was fine with him. He began heading north.
Ok, Val. You were going to ask someone anyways. May as well make it someone that is actually willing to help.
He could still feel the judging eyes of the Hlaalu guards. He had to say something.
"My master sent me for food supplies." He blurted, shakily.
It was the best he could do, he waited to see if the stranger was buying it.
Edit: (OOC: Done for the night)
He could still feel the judging eyes of the Hlaalu guards. He had to say something.
"My master sent me for food supplies." He blurted, shakily.
It was the best he could do, he waited to see if the stranger was buying it.
Edit: (OOC: Done for the night)
OOC:they aren't really cantons anymroe as everything is retty much open, though vivec does have halls for the different houses. that we will put in the same place as the cantons once where to reduce confusion. You didn't think I'd rebuild the city with it poor planning lol. (though there are teirs, and it is several meters up above the sea, bu the tiers are only like 6-10 feet above the rest, and re gently sloped back down to "ground level" so everything is on one plane, except of course for the buildings and spires with balconies that span skywards.
Megil was overlooking the construction at the city ports from one of the many balconies in the city overlooking the crystal clear water below (a condition that Megil controlled himself himself), They would be complete in 3months. Even though Ebonheart stood in ruins in the horizon, the port was still used, and the ruind were a squatter settlement of laborers, artisans, and architects from throughout nirn. A large price had to be paid to let the laborers through the imperial blockade, and sylph transport was used occasionally.
His bodyguard was with him, looking at the surroundings for anything suspicious. An informant came up to Megil,
"Isaarin is giving speeches of violencce in the Hlaalu halls, sir." Megil didn't turn around but continued to look at the scaffoldings and machinery that was being used to move the large blocks of stone around.
After a few moments of thought Megil turned around to look at the glittering city befoer him, pale white stone and glass of every shade, gems and statues and fish, trees placed strategically to always provided a ncie shady area. The city was planned to perfection.
"We go to the Hllaalu hall" he told his bodyguard (OOC: won't say his name yet k
)
He sat on a bench by the door to the hall, awaiting for Isaarin to emerge. the man emerged oblivious to Megil's presence.
"I thought we discussed that there was to be no more talk of revolution within this city, especially rallies Isaarin." Megil said it not matterafactly or in a condescending tone of voice. it was quite pleasant really, but the sterness could be felt.
"You and I both know that mob mentality can cause serious trouble, You're lucky that you are in my good graces as far as any house leaders go, otherwise I'd have you locked up for a day under pretenses of disturbing the peace."
his solid blue eyes flashing just for second.
"Don't let me hear of this again Isaarin. Or you will find yourself in trouble, and trust me I do not care for the approval of any house." Megil said as he walked away.
Megil strolled through the city, something he was particularly fond of these days. his bodyguard keeping him company.
Megil was overlooking the construction at the city ports from one of the many balconies in the city overlooking the crystal clear water below (a condition that Megil controlled himself himself), They would be complete in 3months. Even though Ebonheart stood in ruins in the horizon, the port was still used, and the ruind were a squatter settlement of laborers, artisans, and architects from throughout nirn. A large price had to be paid to let the laborers through the imperial blockade, and sylph transport was used occasionally.
His bodyguard was with him, looking at the surroundings for anything suspicious. An informant came up to Megil,
"Isaarin is giving speeches of violencce in the Hlaalu halls, sir." Megil didn't turn around but continued to look at the scaffoldings and machinery that was being used to move the large blocks of stone around.
After a few moments of thought Megil turned around to look at the glittering city befoer him, pale white stone and glass of every shade, gems and statues and fish, trees placed strategically to always provided a ncie shady area. The city was planned to perfection.
"We go to the Hllaalu hall" he told his bodyguard (OOC: won't say his name yet k
)He sat on a bench by the door to the hall, awaiting for Isaarin to emerge. the man emerged oblivious to Megil's presence.
"I thought we discussed that there was to be no more talk of revolution within this city, especially rallies Isaarin." Megil said it not matterafactly or in a condescending tone of voice. it was quite pleasant really, but the sterness could be felt.
"You and I both know that mob mentality can cause serious trouble, You're lucky that you are in my good graces as far as any house leaders go, otherwise I'd have you locked up for a day under pretenses of disturbing the peace."
his solid blue eyes flashing just for second.
"Don't let me hear of this again Isaarin. Or you will find yourself in trouble, and trust me I do not care for the approval of any house." Megil said as he walked away.
Megil strolled through the city, something he was particularly fond of these days. his bodyguard keeping him company.
Falx
The way New Vivic was built made the older Vivic look like guar crap.This city was stupendous. Several years back, in the earlier days of construction, Falx Albarnias had taken up shop in newer quarters. He was but a simple bar at first, but steadily grew, albit with the rate of construction, to rather large establishment. Much to his dismay though was to learn that the former legionarres were being hunted down and summurally (SP) executed.
I long for the old days..
Falx was starting to age a bit, just several days ago he hit his forty-sixth birthday. Five years after the Fall of Arcyakt, five years since the last of the party seperated.
I pray Jonacin and Serene are living a good life, and I wonder of Sel and Celia.. Oh, and Niran, I know he had a thing for Celia... I'm surprised Megil hasn't learned of my prescence yet, a fine lad he is.
He would usually sit by himself on his nice metal bench reminicing(SP) of old. It sat just outside his establishment, giving him time to sipp on a tall glass of flin, for imperial brandy was hard to come by nowa days, before work.
I wonder when Abulard will be back.. Oh well, time to open shop.
The way New Vivic was built made the older Vivic look like guar crap.This city was stupendous. Several years back, in the earlier days of construction, Falx Albarnias had taken up shop in newer quarters. He was but a simple bar at first, but steadily grew, albit with the rate of construction, to rather large establishment. Much to his dismay though was to learn that the former legionarres were being hunted down and summurally (SP) executed.
I long for the old days..
Falx was starting to age a bit, just several days ago he hit his forty-sixth birthday. Five years after the Fall of Arcyakt, five years since the last of the party seperated.
I pray Jonacin and Serene are living a good life, and I wonder of Sel and Celia.. Oh, and Niran, I know he had a thing for Celia... I'm surprised Megil hasn't learned of my prescence yet, a fine lad he is.
He would usually sit by himself on his nice metal bench reminicing(SP) of old. It sat just outside his establishment, giving him time to sipp on a tall glass of flin, for imperial brandy was hard to come by nowa days, before work.
I wonder when Abulard will be back.. Oh well, time to open shop.
Kiln sat at a small wooden table in the underground cavern several legion officers called home. He drank mazte, from a bent steel mug he'd found thrown out by the citizens of Balmora. This particular cave held only him and his nine subordinates, who dared not wander far from their refuge unless absolutely necessary.
As Kiln drank he thought back to the time when the Imperial Legion was in power, and how they had defended Vvardenfell. The Legion had too many politicians that taxed the people though and for that they had been cast out by the people that they had once defended years ago.
He lifted the mug and took a few more drinks as one of his men walked into his section of the cavern and saluted. Kiln stood and saluted as well.
"Go ahead...but you know there is no need to salute me." Kiln said quitely
"Yes sir, I know...any news of the main camps?" he asked
"I've yet to hear from any of the other commanders." Kiln replied
"Damn...sir...I must inform you that our food supplies are getting dangerously low." he said quietly so the others wouldn't hear
"Alright I'm going out then, if I don't return within two days, assume I've been captured and move camp." Kiln said
He dismissed the soldier and tied his sheath and sword to his belt. He paused and took another drink, it was not a pleasant time when he went into Balmora, ever.
His money was useless and the new coin was hard to come by for someone of his status. Before leaving, he put on an old brown robe to conceal his weapon and then exited the cave.
After some time, Kiln entered the walls of Balmora, it was hardly the town it had been years before, it was larger and more populated.
Alright, let's just hope I'm not noticed like last time....
He walked slowly through the town, avoiding the citizens and guards even more. He saw an argonian in the street, something seemed different about him, as if he was hiding something. Kiln stared at the argonian as he walked past.
As Kiln drank he thought back to the time when the Imperial Legion was in power, and how they had defended Vvardenfell. The Legion had too many politicians that taxed the people though and for that they had been cast out by the people that they had once defended years ago.
He lifted the mug and took a few more drinks as one of his men walked into his section of the cavern and saluted. Kiln stood and saluted as well.
"Go ahead...but you know there is no need to salute me." Kiln said quitely
"Yes sir, I know...any news of the main camps?" he asked
"I've yet to hear from any of the other commanders." Kiln replied
"Damn...sir...I must inform you that our food supplies are getting dangerously low." he said quietly so the others wouldn't hear
"Alright I'm going out then, if I don't return within two days, assume I've been captured and move camp." Kiln said
He dismissed the soldier and tied his sheath and sword to his belt. He paused and took another drink, it was not a pleasant time when he went into Balmora, ever.
His money was useless and the new coin was hard to come by for someone of his status. Before leaving, he put on an old brown robe to conceal his weapon and then exited the cave.
After some time, Kiln entered the walls of Balmora, it was hardly the town it had been years before, it was larger and more populated.
Alright, let's just hope I'm not noticed like last time....
He walked slowly through the town, avoiding the citizens and guards even more. He saw an argonian in the street, something seemed different about him, as if he was hiding something. Kiln stared at the argonian as he walked past.
"Contain him!" shrieked one of the mer. En'Fel couldn't quite tell who they were talking about. One of the scouts seemed to be a skilled battlemage though. While the others were being hit left and right, he was already deflecting attacks. Hel'Tic's axe fell from his hands due to disarm, Pidou burst into flames from a well placed fireball, Sounigo caught a paralyzation spell, Anhasou was fighting off two Telvanni when suddenly all three of them froze in place. Ganfi was on the ground after he saw the first fireball, he lay next to the Telvanni he had just killed. Altass leapt at the battlemage, only to have the axe take him right in the side. Hel'Tic, by this time, had his weapon, and together with En'Fel the two of them came in swinging, but the Battlmage took them both out with the flat end of the axe.
En'Fel's mind wandered to a memory.
"You let my son die," Kaushad snapped.
"I was thinking about the future of our people!"
"What people with out someone to be Ashkhan!"
"Oh, and like some half-blood like him could have--"
"Do not talk about my son that way!"
"You only decided you needed one because you hated your brother and likewise hated me!" En'Fel stammered.
"Ahem," Sonummu coughed, and they both turned to her. "The prophecy has been read."
"What does it say?" Kaushad asked impatiently.
"This era of fighting between Ashlanders must come to an end if we are to face this threat. This is not just the greed of the Telvanni that took this land, it is a coming plague of chaos. The Ashlanders have survived chaos before, but this one threatens genocide of our people. We must, beyond all circumstances, give up our worthless bickering and come together, as one united force.
"Currently, in each tribe of Ashlander there lives one dunmer with unharnessed, but potent ability. In order to use these mer to their full potential, they must be united together, that is the only way the Ashlanders will continue to exist."
"So, the Ashkhan must come together to fight the Telvanni then?" asked Kaushad.
"If you wish to interpret it that way."
"Yes well it seems rather obvious, most of your prophecies are more riddled than that. Alright then, En'Fel, how many are in this refuge?"
"Thirty-five, Kaushad, but half are wounded, and there are still many of us living in the grazelands who do not know where to go."
"Alright then. The first order of business will be to collect the Zainab tribe and organize a fighting force here. Meanwhile, En'Fel, take an able bodied party of seven and find out where the other Ashlander's are, what their situation is, and if they are willing to help. Tell them how to get to this refuge, do not return here with news. Continue on your travels until every Ashlander is found and accounted for. This will be the base of operations for resistence of the Ashlanders against this threat."
"Wake up you," the battlemage prodded En'Fel. He opened his eyes and squinted at the man looming over him. He was tied to a stick, as was Ganfi, Hel'Tic, Sounigo and Anhasou. Pidou and Altass lay dead among four Telvanni corpses.
En'Fel clenched his fists. He saw two Telvanni with swords circling around him. He kept his eyes focused on one of them, who held his bonesword.
"Alright then, we're going to finish this. You, you tell me where Zainab is hiding at, or I kill every one of your friends here so slowly they'll run out of breath trying to scream," the Battlemage sneered.
"I have better terms, you let us go, and we let the three of you guys inform your superiors of the most important information you have ever heard."
"Oh?" the battlmeage chuckled, "And what's that?"
"You have the name of the most dangerous enemy your People have ever made, and it was En'Fel."
En'Fel's mind wandered to a memory.
"You let my son die," Kaushad snapped.
"I was thinking about the future of our people!"
"What people with out someone to be Ashkhan!"
"Oh, and like some half-blood like him could have--"
"Do not talk about my son that way!"
"You only decided you needed one because you hated your brother and likewise hated me!" En'Fel stammered.
"Ahem," Sonummu coughed, and they both turned to her. "The prophecy has been read."
"What does it say?" Kaushad asked impatiently.
"This era of fighting between Ashlanders must come to an end if we are to face this threat. This is not just the greed of the Telvanni that took this land, it is a coming plague of chaos. The Ashlanders have survived chaos before, but this one threatens genocide of our people. We must, beyond all circumstances, give up our worthless bickering and come together, as one united force.
"Currently, in each tribe of Ashlander there lives one dunmer with unharnessed, but potent ability. In order to use these mer to their full potential, they must be united together, that is the only way the Ashlanders will continue to exist."
"So, the Ashkhan must come together to fight the Telvanni then?" asked Kaushad.
"If you wish to interpret it that way."
"Yes well it seems rather obvious, most of your prophecies are more riddled than that. Alright then, En'Fel, how many are in this refuge?"
"Thirty-five, Kaushad, but half are wounded, and there are still many of us living in the grazelands who do not know where to go."
"Alright then. The first order of business will be to collect the Zainab tribe and organize a fighting force here. Meanwhile, En'Fel, take an able bodied party of seven and find out where the other Ashlander's are, what their situation is, and if they are willing to help. Tell them how to get to this refuge, do not return here with news. Continue on your travels until every Ashlander is found and accounted for. This will be the base of operations for resistence of the Ashlanders against this threat."
"Wake up you," the battlemage prodded En'Fel. He opened his eyes and squinted at the man looming over him. He was tied to a stick, as was Ganfi, Hel'Tic, Sounigo and Anhasou. Pidou and Altass lay dead among four Telvanni corpses.
En'Fel clenched his fists. He saw two Telvanni with swords circling around him. He kept his eyes focused on one of them, who held his bonesword.
"Alright then, we're going to finish this. You, you tell me where Zainab is hiding at, or I kill every one of your friends here so slowly they'll run out of breath trying to scream," the Battlemage sneered.
"I have better terms, you let us go, and we let the three of you guys inform your superiors of the most important information you have ever heard."
"Oh?" the battlmeage chuckled, "And what's that?"
"You have the name of the most dangerous enemy your People have ever made, and it was En'Fel."
A young boy was sitting by the river in Balmora, his large sword, lay beside him. Because of his age, no one really cared about him, and he didn't wear any Imperial armor, so that was fine with him.
"Gah.. Everything sucks. Why can't everyone be friends? ...", he thought to himself.
"Hey kid! What are you doing there? And who's sword is that?", a Hlaalu guard suddenly shouted.
The young boy turned around, and answered: "Hey, I am Caldius Irithius. I kinda lost everything that I had, and this sword is the only thing I have left. I'm just sitting here, enjoying the err.. Silence, or whatever."
"Hah, I bet you can't even lift a sword as large as that.", the guard said as he turned around laughing, and walked back to his patrol.
"Oh, how I wanted to show you that.. Too bad.", Cal thought, and smirked.
Off in the distance, he noticed an argonian, walking. Something was different about him. And then there was a man with a brown robe, walking past the argonian. "Hmm.. There's something about them. And I'm pretty sure that man with the brown robe had a sword.. Oh well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later, might just as well go for it.", Cal thought and stood up, strapped his sword on his back, and walked slowly towards the mysterious persons...
NOTE: Caldius is boring in full. Cal is easy, and therefore I just write Cal. He also likes to be called Cal, which we'll see later.
"Gah.. Everything sucks. Why can't everyone be friends? ...", he thought to himself.
"Hey kid! What are you doing there? And who's sword is that?", a Hlaalu guard suddenly shouted.
The young boy turned around, and answered: "Hey, I am Caldius Irithius. I kinda lost everything that I had, and this sword is the only thing I have left. I'm just sitting here, enjoying the err.. Silence, or whatever."
"Hah, I bet you can't even lift a sword as large as that.", the guard said as he turned around laughing, and walked back to his patrol.
"Oh, how I wanted to show you that.. Too bad.", Cal thought, and smirked.
Off in the distance, he noticed an argonian, walking. Something was different about him. And then there was a man with a brown robe, walking past the argonian. "Hmm.. There's something about them. And I'm pretty sure that man with the brown robe had a sword.. Oh well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later, might just as well go for it.", Cal thought and stood up, strapped his sword on his back, and walked slowly towards the mysterious persons...
NOTE: Caldius is boring in full. Cal is easy, and therefore I just write Cal. He also likes to be called Cal, which we'll see later.
Anthanes frowned as he looked out of the highest window of his mages' tower over Ald'ruhn. There were so much soldiers in town lately... So much war. So much hatred. So much racism. Being half-dunmeri and half-cyrodiilic, Anthanes often got the brunt of xenophobia. At least, by people who didn't know whom he was. The fact he was married with a Nord didn't help that much, either.
Morrowind was going downhill. Anthanes realized this, but he had turned a blind eye to it. Anthanes had been content. But he couldn't stay content with things being this way.
...Something must be done. And it will be up to the so-called heroes to do it. Everyone fights for themselves.
The Archbattlemage, as he'd come to be called, without objection on his part, turned his gaze to the house where Serene and Jonacin lived. He swiftly walked down the stairs into the streets of Ald'ruhn, followed by stares from the locals. Some spoke of hate, others of curiousity, others of fear, yet others, mainly from females, spoke of admiration. Anthanes smirked as he strode towards the house of Jonacin and Serene. He gave a knock on the door.
Morrowind was going downhill. Anthanes realized this, but he had turned a blind eye to it. Anthanes had been content. But he couldn't stay content with things being this way.
...Something must be done. And it will be up to the so-called heroes to do it. Everyone fights for themselves.
The Archbattlemage, as he'd come to be called, without objection on his part, turned his gaze to the house where Serene and Jonacin lived. He swiftly walked down the stairs into the streets of Ald'ruhn, followed by stares from the locals. Some spoke of hate, others of curiousity, others of fear, yet others, mainly from females, spoke of admiration. Anthanes smirked as he strode towards the house of Jonacin and Serene. He gave a knock on the door.
Kiln slowed to a stop as a young boy approached him, deciding his best cover was to act like a commoner, he didn't avoid him.
He stared at him, perhaps he wasn't coming towards him but rather somewhere else...Kiln didn't know but he knew that young men asking questions could be trouble so slowly reached inside his robe towards his sword, hoping not to be noticed.
Note:I'll be gone until later this afternoon...
He stared at him, perhaps he wasn't coming towards him but rather somewhere else...Kiln didn't know but he knew that young men asking questions could be trouble so slowly reached inside his robe towards his sword, hoping not to be noticed.
Note:I'll be gone until later this afternoon...
It was a calm afternoon in Morvayn Manor. Jonacin was in the basement where he had his training-facilities. he was a master trainer and needed to be in shape so almost every afternoon he spent down there training, he found it good doing it in the afternoons when serene anyway was in her apothecary and their little daughter had her nap.
They had employed a Nanny for the baby, a sweet and cheerful young Ashlander-girl, who they more or less adopted from the shattered Ahemmusa Tribe. The girlīs name was Kyara and she was probably about 16 years, she was not sure which year she was born and had no parents left who could tell her.
When Kyara heard the knock at the door she stopped cleaning the kitchen-floor and opened the door thinking it might be Mistress Brara who usually came to visit after being to the market to do her weekly shopping.
Outside stood a young Dunmer, very good looking, and after the first astonishment Kyara recognised him as Anthanes Sedrathi the famous Battlemage who lived in that spectacular Tower in town...and the one almost all young girls regarded as the most exciting man in town,
"Good afternoon, Ser" Kyara said shyly, "Mistress Serene has not come home yet ,and Miste Jonacin is busy ..but come in please"
"Can I offer you something to drink?" the young girl asked as Anthanes stepped inside....
They had employed a Nanny for the baby, a sweet and cheerful young Ashlander-girl, who they more or less adopted from the shattered Ahemmusa Tribe. The girlīs name was Kyara and she was probably about 16 years, she was not sure which year she was born and had no parents left who could tell her.
When Kyara heard the knock at the door she stopped cleaning the kitchen-floor and opened the door thinking it might be Mistress Brara who usually came to visit after being to the market to do her weekly shopping.
Outside stood a young Dunmer, very good looking, and after the first astonishment Kyara recognised him as Anthanes Sedrathi the famous Battlemage who lived in that spectacular Tower in town...and the one almost all young girls regarded as the most exciting man in town,
"Good afternoon, Ser" Kyara said shyly, "Mistress Serene has not come home yet ,and Miste Jonacin is busy ..but come in please"
"Can I offer you something to drink?" the young girl asked as Anthanes stepped inside....
"Some halfway decent flin if you have it. If it's just the cheap local swill, then nevermind." , Anthanes said with a slight grin forming on his mouth. He sat down on a nearby chair, making himself comfortable.
Seems she knows of me. How much longer do I need to make it clear that I'm a happily married man? I suppose I can't blame them...
Seems she knows of me. How much longer do I need to make it clear that I'm a happily married man? I suppose I can't blame them...
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