It was a quiet night by 8 plates standards. With only 3 quaters of the amount of the usual crowd drinking and chatting loudly in the bar. This was very strange, as the recent rumours of a 7th house appearing out of nowhere should be have been sure to attract large numbers of people eager to disuss this recent development of gossip. Kalloros sat quietly at a table, alone in a corner by himself, clutching a glass of grief and musing about the recent speculations. It was rumoured that a city had just appeared out of nowhere somewhere near red mountain and that their guildmaster was planning a full scale on house Telvanni. This did not greatly effect Kalloros as he did not tend to asscociate himself with Telvanni and he definitely had no aquantances with this new house. But still, he thought, there is always need of an assassin and when one has the abilities of Kalloros, they will always be sought after. Quietly, he payed his bill, with only a muttered good night to the innkeeper, and left for his appartment which was located above an argonian's house near the Morag Tongue guild hall. As he walked back he thought about his unsuccessful attampts to kill Jonajosa, the one who betrayed him all those years ago. The first time he got close enough to shoot a bolt into his chest, in the hlaluu plateu in Vivec, an Ordinator had tripped up and knocked him to the ground. He laughed at the memory, he had been so furious at the time but now that he thought back on it, he was lucky not to be arrested for possession of a loaded killing machine in a public place. Sighing, he opened his door, slipped out of his clothes and got into bed.

Out in the murky distance came a massive lighthouse into veiw. Channler Hadrian stood on the deck of the Darkferror in awe of how the travel guide's words were horribly wrong.
"What yer starin at boy?!" asked a toothless Imperial off to the side
Channler looked hestiantly at the book in his hands, "Ahh.. well this guide says Sedya Neen only has a little over 150 inhabitants, kinda odd to have a lighthouse that big, aye?"
The toothless man walked (or more so hobbled) over to the ledge Channler was leaning against and snatched the book from him. He stared it down for a few uncomfortable minutes, and finally looked up.
"Peice a guar droppin's ther boy" he said "This here book was'a written' back before the time of Neverine." The old man started to scurry back to whatever ever he was doing, and then threw the book out into the water. "Bunch o' crap ye' got der."
At that moment Channler contimplated going to the nearest Legion Officer and just turning himself in, anything to get him away from these queer folk. He figured that maybe a little Imperial cell with a few bones to keep him comapny would be a little better than this drab place with toothless men walking around.
The fog seemed to diminish a little and more of the town came into veiw. "What a jewel.." Channler said with a sigh, longing for his warm bed in Cyrodil. He whispered to himself, "One day.. one day I'll come back. And all of you will be sorry, I would of been great..." The thought was interrupted by the Dockmaster whistel.

Aki wandered through the streets of Balmora, having made sure all was in order at the Balmora Fighter's Guild. It was warm out, and the scents of the West Gash hung in the air. There was no one on the streets, save the occaisonal guard. Occaisonally, you would hear a shout from a home, or a bar, but other that, the city was asleep.

He threw his head back, and stared at the Moons. Both were full, and dispite his ring, he could hear their siren song. Calling to him, pulling on him. He smirked.

Kalloros lay in bed, sleep hovering over his head readying itself to infiltrate his mind. As tiredness took him, a blinding flash filled the room and a loud bang sounded from outside. Surging to his feet, he threw on a robe and looked out the window. Outisde 5 silver skinned warriors stood surrounding a man wearing a bizzarre looking ring. Kalloros immdediately recognized him as Aki, the fighters guild guildmaster. A sudden thought crossed Kalloros's mind. 'If he dies I can kill all the other leaders and become guildmaster myself.' Despite this he loaded his crossbow, climbed out the window and crouched on the overhang, waiting for Aki to make a move.

Aki laid a hand on his Scimitar, looking at the silver skinned warriors. "What do you want..." he asked of them.

Kalloros crouched on the roof and watched as the silver skinned warriors drew their blades and advanced on Aki. The tall assassin fired a bolt into he head of one of the warriors then lowered himself to the ground and withdrew 2 short swords.

After just comeing back from Tel Fyr to talk with his father, Davion wonders why there are 5 silver skinned men standing around this man with a maraculous ring on that shined like the sun. Davion notices a figure standing on the roof with a crossbow drawn out.


Before Davion could put the pieces togeather he sees the man on the roof fire a shot from the crossbow and instantly one of the silvery skinned men drop to the floor, with a hard, lifeless thud.

Davion notices the other Silver Skinned men draw their swords and rushes over to aid the man that was laying on the ground. Davion pulls out his Dai-Katana he had just revieved as a presant from his father for his 101st birthday,(doesn't look a day over 24) and slashes the man on the far right in half and gets into a defencive stance with the man with the ring on to his back and asks the Silvery Skinned men, "What are your quarrels with this man?!"

Aki rushed at one of the remaining three silver skinned Warriors, dodging the warrior's first swing and sycthing his Scimitar up. The blade cut the warrior from his stomach to his forehead, and he fell back, bleeding profusely.

Aki was strucked by another of the warriors, who weilded a shortsword. The blade tore into Aki's left arm, and Aki thrust his Scimitar into the sliver skinned man's chest in return.

The warrior slumped to the ground, and Aki snarled at the remaining warrior, one armed with a mace. "You better start talking..."

Davion vanishes during the fight between the man with the ring and the other two silver skinned men and when the two others drop Davion hears the man say, "You better start talking . . ." and before the man runs away Davion grabs ahold of him and crucifies him to the nearest tree, preventing him from running away.

"Yeah, what's all this about?" Davion demands, threatining to nail the last dagger into the mans forehead.

kalloros lowered himself to the ground and glared at the silver skinned warrior. The warrior simply glared back, before screaming a last warcry and leaping into the dagger held by Darion. Aki stepped back in suprise and Kalloros rushed forward to prevent the silver skinned man from killing himself. It was too late though, for he was already dead.

Vaelon was wondering throu Hlormaron after a quiet successful loot. He wondered to himself, "are these zombies getting easier or am I just getting better?" he let out a laugh as he looked ovr his loot: 5 or 6 clubs, a few books, gems, and a sword or two. He finnally decided that he should work his way to the Hlaalu town of Balmora to sell, drink, and be merry. On his way out he left a scull of one of the "fersome" beasts that used to reside in this place of evil.



****how was that for my first rpg-thread post???****

**on second thought i want to get in on the action today**

Walking into the town he noticed that there was a comotion with three warriors and a few silver "people" lieing dead on the ground. So, natually, Vealon checked it out. when he got a bit closer he noticed one of the men was bleeding profusely and Vealon always carried around a few extra haeling potion and fatigue potions in case he needs a refill. He then relised that the bleeding man was Aki, guild leader of the fighter's guild. Before he got to the scene the remaining silver man flung himself onto what looked like an assasin's dagger before they could get any information out of him. as He walked over, he bowed and offered a few potions by placing them on the ground near the Aki and stood near the other great warrior who looked as if he were in his mid twenties with a deadric Dai-Katana and asthou he has the wisdom of a man who just reached the age of 100

Aki took the potion, and drunk enough that his wounded closed up and healed, then said a "Thanks" to the man who had given him the potion.
Aki headed to the silver skinned warrior and began to search his body.

As Channler walked off the ship he noticed again how horribly wrong that guide was. The guide had stated that Seyda Neen was a small port town that welcomed many new adventures into a unforgiving land. To Channler this seemed a little odd. In his first step into the "small port town" he was greeted by the seemingly endless droves of people, scurrying in and out of various buildings and establishments. After glancing around at the many different faces, which were strangly lacking in Dunmer, or Dark Elf, appearence, decided that he should find someplace to outfit himself in this "unforgiving land". Channler was void of any sort of currency at the moment, so he needed to find, alternative, methods of payment. It was then he spotted one of the few Legion soldiers stationed in Vvardenfell.
Channler approached the soldier from the back and called out, "Soldier! I require assistance, might you help me?" The unnaturally tall soldier turned around and to Channler's surprise it was a Dark Elf.
Obliviously noticeing Channler's surprised look the Dunmer Soldier replied but not before giving a long, very much intended sigh, "By the Gods, what do you want outlander!? When people are desperate they do what they must, make your assumptions elsewhere!"
Channler, feeling farely stupid replied, "Ahh, I'm sorry my dear comrade, I was just looking for the local Imperial outpost..." He felt sorry that he had to lie, but he new if he were to survive he'd need to find some equipment... and some to sell.
"Comrade?... " the Dunmer looked a bit confused for a second, to Channler it seemed that plan might not work he started thinking of an escape route, the Dunmer's face grew strangly surprised and then very nervous. His voice shaking, "Uhh, I'm.. I'm so sor-ry my lord.. Please take the road to Caldera.." nearly pee'ing himself.
Channler clearly shocked, but try'd not to show it, "Uh, thank you soldier, you are dismissed." the words seemed to come right out of his mouth. The soldier hurried away, hiding his face.
Channler was very confused by this, but figured he'd find out what the deal was when he reached Caldera, besides it was pretty fun having that much power.

The buildings started to grow scarce, and the road was getting narrower, but to Channler, his journey was just beginning.

It wasn't until Davion had time to examine the bleeding man with the ring did he know it was Aki, the guild master to the Fighters Guild. Even though he had been self traned, he had ventured into the Fighters Guild to flirt with someone of the young female apprentances.

"Well, you are safe now Aki. I am going to my house across the Odai river, just on the east side of Balmora, first house across the southern bridge. Meet me there if you would like, we can disscuss what just happened over a glass of Matze." Davion tells the Guildmaster, then looks at the stranger and walks off to his house.

Vealon noticed that he was be left out and also wanting to know what this was all about desided to eaves drop later that night to gain more insight on these strange man. then he bid Aki and Kalloros good night and left off into the numerous alley ways of balmora heading twards Meldor's armor shop and mbey the near-by pawn shop to sell his loot.

Kalloros sheaved his swords and stalked over to Aki, giving him a dark and worried look. He gestured for the Guildmaster to sit with him on a nearby bench.
"I think we need to discuss tonights events," he said in a concerned voice.

Arhellorn entered the palace courtyard, imitating those tall, silvery people with my own disguises, masks and paint over several body parts. Golden palaces, whose bricks came from the exotic lands of the Valpyre Empire, shimmering the the intense sunlight, and gleaming with the heat, soared above the city's horizon. The courtyard was filled with those tall, silver-skinned creatures, proud and elegant. All eyes were on that one balcony, of the richest marble available, with a golden banner, bearing the Valpyre emblem in bright colours.

And out marched Morania, a symbol of power and prosperity to the ancient peoples of Tler'rios. She was encased in biological deformations; magical additions that kept here alive, bulging with the pulse of divine power; leeches to the fair skin that the mage lords had marred so long ago. But gazing at Queens wasn't my job. Arhellorn was here to spy. To spy on Vvardenfell's biggest danger ever. The outcome of this struggle could be the end to the Empire; the end to civilization.

From Morania's lips, as if enhanced magically, and amplified a hundredfold, came a mesmerizing, echoing voice, that was neither male nor female. I listened intently, hypnotized.

"The people of Vvardenfell, the hosts of my eternal rivals, are to die. The events which I have concocted together will be the downfall of the evil mages. They call themselves gods; just mortals, enhanced with the black magic of ancient peoples long gone. They mimic power, and declare their divinity, but in truth they are but imposters, and falsified identities. They rule this tiny island; a stone in the ocean that is the might of the Valpyre Empire. We will crush this island, and finally end the curse that has been bestowed on me and our people. We will destroy these pitiful animals, and take what is ours; we will take our revenge for these blasphemous acts that have come back to haunt them. The day is ours! Let us strike! Already, agents have been sent to this island, to inquire as to their technology. Soon it will be time to strike! To arms!!"

With that, the whole crowd took up their weapons - antiques from lofts and dusty chests, and raised them. They let out one, resonating roar that would have woken a guar in Cyrodiil. In a crazy frenzy, they rushed about, in sheer enthusiasm, roaring ancient warcries from centuries past; allegiances to various gods and several long-dead heroes of the Empire. It took several minutes to push out of that crowd, having inflicted corporal damage to several silvery soldiers.

Back at the inn, ink reached parchment, and feathers flowed in flowery motion. The afternoons events were of vast importance. It was best to inform the authorities as soon as possible. Hastily, Arhellorn tied the parchment to the pigeon's leg; after several kind words, and blessings to the Tribunal, the bird threw itself out of the window, knowing its one and only destination. The information would first go to Aki, the head of the Fighter's Guild. He would then decide what to do with it. It was best left up to him.

Night closed in swiftly. Apart from the many parties and festivals happening in the various common-rooms of the countless public houses (even downstairs), sleep took Arhellorn relatively swiftly. With a small thought to the futility of this situation, and some criticizing comments about politics, he fell into darkness.

The road was quiet and boring. Not a person had passed Channler in an hour. He followed the signs but still after several hours of walking had not found Caldera. The plants alongside of the road looked dead, or maybe on the brink of death. "How could anyone live in such a dreary place" Channler said outloud shaking his head in disgust of the complete uglyness of Vvardenfell. Channler walked on for what seemed another hour.
The sun was starting to clip the various hills surrounding the road, indicating the night time was fastly approaching. Channler's stomach roared from the lack of food. There was a noise to the right of him. Channler instictively reached for where his scabbard should have been, or was, but then remebered that he had to sell it to pay the ferry man for the trip to this Gods forsaken land. The sound turned into rythimac thwump, thwump, thwump, and at this Channler realized it was a bird. Fairly small by the sound, but it didn't matter for his brain failed to work and his stomach took over. He picked up a few medium sized rocks, roughly the size of a cliffracer egg, and started pitching them at the bird. What should of been a utterly useless attemp to harrass the bird actually worked. The pigeon by the look, try'd to manuever around the rocks being thrown at it, clipped a tree limb (another dead tree by the look of it) and crashed to the ground.
Channler was delighted, if somewhat astounded by the fact that the rock actually hit it, rushed over to the now dieing bird. He stood there for a moment staring at the bird. A once great animal now crippled because of one mans urning for food. Sure every living creature depends on another to live, but for once Channler felt sorry for taking the life of another being. Whether good, bad, or ugly, everything was made for a purpose by some God. The next five or ten minutes Channler spent digging a small grave, if not only for the bird, but maybe because he had learned that life once taken, can never be replaced.
As Channler put the bird into the grave, he noticed something that must of escaped his previous inspection of the bird. There was a little note in the claw. After burring the bird in the grave and performing the rites for the dead, Channler picked up the note and started to read... what he could. Something about Silver Skinned People, spy's in Vvardenfell, and it mentioning someone named Aki. "Who was Aki?" he thought to himself.
He struggled to read the foreign text, but finally made part of it out,
'My dear friend Aki, I know that you are a capable man, One that I would trust my life to. So I leave these notes for you to decide how the best of Vvardenfells warriors will stand in this situation. I will try to meet you in Balmora, but if I do not make it, make my death worth the trouble.'
Channler was starting to gain a headache from transalating all these words, but managed to figure out that this message was bound for Balmora, to Aki, leader of something about a group of warriors. It seemed important so Channler decided he could make a few coins off of a "little detour".
Channler followed that road into the dark, towards the buildings looming in the background. He hoped whatever it was that it didn't actually involve, Silver Skinned People, and Spy's and such. Joking he said, "Sounds like a war is a'brewin, I'd hate to be invloved there"

The God's had decided his part in the events that were about to unflold, whether Channler followed through with them has yet to be proven.

[quote=Demon]Kalloros sheaved his swords and stalked over to Aki, giving him a dark and worried look. He gestured for the Guildmaster to sit with him on a nearby bench.
"I think we need to discuss tonights events," he said in a concerned voice.[/quote]
Aki walked over to the bench and took a seat. "So, what was that all about?" he asked.

after about an hour of waiting, Davion figured that Aki wasn't showing up so he decided to go out and look for him, starting with the fighters guild.

Once at the door to the fighters guild davion notices Aki sitting on a bench with someone and heads over to them.

Once there Davion looks at Aki, nods, and looks at the stranger and takes a seat on the ground seens how there was no more room on the bench.

"What'd i miss?" Davion asked then continued, "Well if i missed anything important, Aki i will tell you that if you ever need a fast, strong, and agile warrior on your side, you can count on me to be there no matter what."

Davion looks at Aki, then at the strange assassin with suspicion then makes himself even more comfortable, laying on the ground with his head at Akis' feet so he had hear them better so he won't have to interupt with stupid questions.

After seling all of his loot, and bought aq new bonemold bow, Vealon made his way to Davion's house. He knew perfectaly well were it was because he went there for a "special" drink every so often. After waiting for 30 minutes hearing Davion walking around, he finnaly saw Davion shoulder a cloack and leave. he decided to follow him, thinking mabey they had a special code in the invite.

So Vealon followed Davion around Balmora in the shadows and finnaly found Aki and the assasin Kalloros sitting on a bench. He then climed on top of the nearaest house to easily hear what they were talking about.

It were to appear though Channler was a half drunk man, but his staggering into town was caused by all the tireless walking from Seyda Neen. Channler figured it was Balmora because the sign out in the gateway plainly said it, why would they lie to him. Tryin to buy a drink was out of the question for the moons were high and the town was dark, so he made his way around the main portion of town looking for a bench to rest on. "I need to be in better shape" he complained, "I knew that beer on the boat tasted a bit strange." He finally found someplace to rest his acheing body but there were to men on it.
"Excuse me sir, but may I rest here for a bit, but I'd hate to disturb you from your early morning chat" Channler said with a sneer
One of the men looked up at Channler and asked, "What brings you into our quaint city traveler?" asked the mystery man
Channler replied, "Ahh, well lets see, I found this letter, very odd handwriting but it was addressed to a Mr. Aki? Do you know this man? and if so I shall demand a gold ransom from him for it!"
The man on the bench asked if he could see the letter in return for letting Channler rest on the bench. Channler hurriedly agree'd.
"I didn't cetch your name good sir" Channler said
With a smirk the man replied, "Well you fool, my name Aki, Master of the Fighter's Guild."

OOC: I think what you did channler isn't allowed, but i haven't checked the rules in ages lol so i don't know, i dont care just as long as it doesn't alter it too much, ya'know?

Davion looks up at the weary traveler, with his hands still behind his head and his leg across his knee still laying on the ground.

Davion sees him exchange the message for Aki for a chance to rest on the bench. "You look tired there message boy, take this." Davion reaches down to his belt and pulls off a Restore Fatigue potion off his belt, the shine of the morning dew glisening off the clear bottle with the green dye liquid, and tosses it up to the message boy.

"My name is Davion, whats your name, message boy?" Davion asks, tilting his head to look at the message boy.

Oozae walked along the corridor, his 'feet' making a strange clicking noise as they hit the floor. He was considering the campaign which was to be launched. As he sensed a strange creature of which he could not ascertain stealthily proceeding along the corridor he stopped and reminded himself that he must continually be on his guard, for many were jeaulous of his fame and the favour with which Morania regarded him.

As the mysterious creature crept up behind him, he suddenly lashed out with his wrist. The creature crashed into one of the pillars. The creature started to stand up and in an instant Oozae had his claw around it's throat. With a contemptuos look at the dangling creature, Oozae spoke,"I see we have here a Kamal, one of the creatures from Akavir." Oozae's grip suddenly tightened, "what are you doing here, worm" he spat out. "Only doing my job, oh most benevolent lord and master" the Kamal gasped out.

Oozae let go of the grovelling demon, "what are you doing here" he repeated. "We would like to make a bargain with you, oh most benevolent lord and master, for we have heard you can breathe life into the dead" said the Kamal. "Why would I waste such a precious gift on you and your brethren?" Oozae asked. "Because if you animate our dead king Ada'Soom Dir-Kamal without the ill-side affects we would serve you as your personal agents" the Kamal said.

"When can you come to Akavir, master?" said the Kamal as he saw the Valpyre General's brighten up. Oozae paused for a brief moment and then said, "how do I know I can trust you and your brethren, Kamal?" "We will allow you to search our minds for any sign of dishonesty" the small Kamal quickly replied. "I will consider it-" Oozae paused, "go now! Another Valpyre is coming!" The Kamal promptly disappeared as a Valpyre came into view.

Ooaze turned around and looked at the scroll held in the approaching Valpyre's claw "ah, you have a message for me?" "No, sire" replied the Valpyre. The Valpyre suddenly started to run. Oozae narrowed his eyes and cast a fireball at the retreating form of the Valpyre,"it's mine now" he smirked.

Oozae approached the body of the dead Valpyre and took the scroll, he glanced at it, it said:
The assassins sent to kill Aki have failed for the third time now, we believe that someone is protecting him, we require your asisstance on the matter, Ganelon.

P.S. You might want to look at this, http://til.gamingsource.net/mwbooks/myster...html[url][/url]

after a few minutes Vealon hear some talking about the silver men, nothing important, but small talk. Vealon laid on the roof top and he took a rat meat sandwich and some brandy as he waited for more info. He then noticed another traveler approch, who looked as though he could fell over any minute. He talked to Aki about a message and then was allowed to had a seat on the bench, and as vealon leaned over to get a look at this adventurer he fell off the roof in front of the four adventurers.

Kalloros cleared his throat impatiently as Aki conversed with the stranger. It appeared that the newcomer held a letter which was of some importance to the fighters guild leader. Deciding it was best to have knowledge of this important imformation th assassin stared the newcomer in the eye with obvious hostility.
"I would like to read that, if you would be so kind." The man was about to protest but Kalloros brushed back his cloak innocently briefly to reveal two wickedly sharp curved ling knives. This did the job as the man quickly surrended his parchment. Taking a brief time to scan the note Kalloros turned to Aki and smiled without humour.
"Well, Aki, it appears that you are in the s***'s doesn't it?"

Vornac came walking into Balmora after beeing sent from Vivec do help the Balmora Hlaalu with some buisness. He passed the talking adventures, and the dead bodies of the Silver Skinned People. Without even thinking of what happend he went into Balmora's Hlaalu Main House. He had comed a little to late at night and the most of them were sleeping, he didn't want to wake them only to tell that he arrived so he went down again to the adventurers and asked if he could settle down with them...
Right after that he asked "What has happend here...?" only of beeing curious... Resting against the wall after the long walk he took a sip of water while waiting for a answer... He lay a eye on Aki and saw that he was coverd in blood on his cloth and scimitar!

(First time I do this so if I do something wrong just point it and out and guide me plz so I do thinks right...)

Aki shrugged at Kalloros, "Don't know why.." he trailed off when he was asked a question by Vornac. "Oh, uh, these Silver skinned dudes tried to kill me. They...failed," he grinned.

Looking down at his blodied clothing, he sighed. "Huh, i guess i shoulda washed off first..."

Ashamed that he had been pursuaded so easly, Channler leaned back against the back of the bench and rested his eyes for a bit. He took this time to refelect and asses from what all was going on. It appeared this one man, Aki, who was a guildmaster, was to be on guard from some foul things, and from the look of it he held his ground quite well. Channler admired this man for his courage and bravery, though he'd only spoke to him for a minute. Now the other man struck a sour note in his mouth, from the looks of him he seemed to be a assasin of some sort, a shady figure for lack of a better word. The two men continued to babble on about how they should be prepared for what was to happen, but Channler didn't pay much heed to a "war" that didn't affect him. In fact, if there was a war, maybe the Legions would loose trace of him. An idea struck him, he had been on the run for almost a year and a half now, Channler needed someplace to call home, somebody to be able to count on in times of peril. This was deffinatly peril.
Channler stood up with a renewed vigour and confronted Aki.
"I understand that you are the leader of the fighters guild." Channler continued, "I wish to join your guild. I was once a Lt. in the Imperial Legions and trained since birth to be a killer, let me join you, let me help you with whatever menace threatens the guilds existance. Let me have a family..."

Channler stared at him, seceretly praying that Aki would accept...

Vealon stummbled out of the alley after his fall and wondered what had happened while he had been out cold from his fall. he came in as the new comer was asking if he could join the fighter's guild. At at this moment Vealon didn't trust this guy, a Lt. in the imperial legion?? as vealon coughed he asked that, though he had no intention of joining the quild, if he could lend a hand, in excange for information on what was happening.

Davion stands up and stretches, the freshness of the West Gash in the morning flowing into his lungs.

"Aki these attacks on you have gotten incredably closer each time, it's not safe at your house, you will stay at my house tonight, here is a spare key just let yourself in and make yourself at home, i have to go back to Father Fyr and ask him some questions about what happened, he is wise he will know what's up." Davion says stairing at Aki seriously.

Davion then picks up a handful of grass and puts it in a potion jar. Davion takes a swig of a potion he had just finished inventing at Tel Fyr, and dematterialized before their eyes.

Instantly Davion arrives at the entrance to the main tower of Tel Fyr where his fathers chambers are located.

Davion opens the door and walks in to find the place thrashed, and one of his sisters laying on the ground, dead.

"What happened?!?!" Davion exclaims. A loud thud is heard comming from the main room, the room where his father stays.

Davion rushes over to the shelf, grabs the levitation potion sitting on the shelf, and takes a swig and then flys up the tunnel. Davion sees another one of the Silvery Skinned guys standing over his fathers dying body with a bloody dagger.

"Father!!!!" Davion screams and pulls out his Dai-Katana and charges the silvery skinned man. Davion, enraged, takes a berzerked slash across but the man vanishes and the blade hits the corner of the wall, causing the whole place to shake.

"Father, can you hear me?" Davion says with tears running down his eyes, kneeling down and lifting Father Fyrs head.

"Da . . Davion? You must get out of here before they find you!" Father Fyr says, struggleing to breath.

"Me? What do they want with me? I thought they were after Aki?!" Davion asks.

"They are putting assassination attempts on everyone of prophecy. . " Fyr says, reaching into his Daedric chest plate.

"They? Who is they? Where are they from and what do they want?" Davion, frantically trying to keep Fyr from moving asks again.

"Valpyre . . Their called Valpyre! There horrable demons come from a place called, 'Krellos' it's an island that started forming outside Vivec." Fyr says again, handing a letter to Davion.

"Father whats this?" Davion asks, grabbing the letter.

"It is a letter explaining everything i have found out about these, "Valpyre". Take it to Aki, it is urgant that he must read this as soon as possable." Fyr says with his last breath, then goes cold and pimp in Davions hands.

Davion pockets the letter, but before he has time to mourn for his fallen father, he sees a Valpyre out of the corner of his eye and stands up in haste. Davion draws his sword and charges the Valpyre. As Davion goes to jump over the hole in the floor, the Valpyre mumbles something, but Davion couldn't make it out, and flings his hand at Davion and sends him flying out of the Wall of the Tel Fyr chamber and rocketing towards the rocks and gravel.

Davion rockets to the ground from a 300 foot drop straight on to his back and passes out. His last words before fainting were, "With these, my remaining breaths, i encrumble the letter father gave me. No one shall pick it up except Aki, for he alone knows the counter spell." Davions vision fades to black.

***lol whats with all of the letters to Aki?***

"Going somewhere, Ganelon?" Oozae said. "I am going to see Shandor" replied the old, powerful mage, Ganelon, coldly. Obviously he was not pleased to see the Valpyre General enquiring into his personal matters. "Why would you be wanting to see Shandor?" Oozae said with a quirky smile, strange to see on the young dour Valpyre General. "We are hoping to enlist the rogue sorceror. We believe he can help us expand the island" Ganelon replied in a testy voice "it is Morania's will, all hail our mistress the almighty Morania" he hastily added. Oozae nodded and repeated it, "all hail our mistress the almighty Morania."

"Now why would Morania wish that black-hearted scum's help, merely to expand the island further when it is already being quickened by a host of magic-users, yourself included" Oozae said in as diplomatic a voice as possible. Ganelon licked his lips, "well you see...." The sun rose, bathing the land in a golden glow. Oozae averted his eyes. When the sun become covered by clouds, he looked at Ganelon. Ganelon was gone, but Oozae was determined to find him and find out the business he had with Shandor. He certainly couldn't trust his own men, perhaps he would go to Akavir and enlist the Kamal. Yes, Oozae was now decided on the matter. With the thoughts of Akavir covering his mind, he rose into the air and cast an invisibility spell.

Pacing back and forth Kalloros pondered over what course of action he should take. The logical option was, of course, to leave Aki to face these creatures by himself and try and avoid involvement in the current events. Though if he was truthful to himself Kalloros was reluctant to do this. Partially becasue he had taking a liking to the tall guidmaster, but mostly because it just didn't seem... right. He couldn't substanciate whether it was just his imagination or if this Aki was somehow relevant to the survival of Morrowind's inhabitants. But the assassin was still not convinced; since when did he give a damn about anything other than living life on the edge and exacting revenge on Jonjosa? His mind was a whirlwind of thought when suddenly he felt he could take no more of this. He felt he needed to get as much background imformation on Aki and try to unravel the mystery of the purpose of these silver skinned newcomers.

"Alright folks, I'm feeling a little tired so I suppose I'm off to bed." Kalloros said with a wink everyone talking. "We'll talk more in the morning," he said, with a more serious note to Aki.

Vornac looked a little confused about these assassination attempts, he walked up to Aki
"I would really like to know whats going on here, these demons are from the Island appearing not to far from Vivec, as a Dunmer with not much left to love I will do what ever for Vvardenfell and Morrowind. As you seem a target for these assassinations I would like to aid u"

He stared into Aki's eyes... Before he looked to another direction he said
"I've been sent to from Vivec to gather up warriors and wizards to stand up against this new threat to Vvardenfell..."

He looked angry while saying 'new threat to Vvardenfell' he grabbed his sword and looked back again, away from Aki...
"I would like to help you all... Please, contact me tomorrow... I will stay here in Balmora for some days, in the local Inn"

He touched Aki on the shoulder before turning his back and started to walk away against the Inn... Taking one some gloves while saying
"I hope we can meet tomorrow, not just you... but all, u all look like great people with amazing skills within yourself..."

(Second post, was it ok?)

[quote=Channler]
Channler stood up with a renewed vigour and confronted Aki.
"I understand that you are the leader of the fighters guild." Channler continued, "I wish to join your guild. I was once a Lt. in the Imperial Legions and trained since birth to be a killer, let me join you, let me help you with whatever menace threatens the guilds existance. Let me have a family..."

Channler stared at him, seceretly praying that Aki would accept...[/quote]

"Sure you can," Aki replied with a grin. "But i'd talk with the guild steward in the Guild hall, he can get all the legal papers and stuff in order for you, the steward is some old Redguard named Wayn, hes a redguard, he used to work as the armorer in the hall when the whole Nerevarine thing was going down, just tell 'im Aki sent ya."

He shrugged at Davion's comments. Aki didn't live in Balmora, in fact, his house was out in the Grazelands, built in an Imperial style, like the forts, except he corrected the mistake all the forts had about theirs towers. The towers in Imperials forts, enabled anyone runnning up them to swing right-handed easily, but any one going down could swing, only thrust. That gave invaders the bigger advantage, so Aki corrected that.

At Vornac's offer, he nodded. Only until the Dunmer was gone did a thought come to mind. Balmora had no fewer than three inns; the Eight Plates, The Lucky Lockup, and the SouthWall Corner Club.

Channler was full of smiles, but tried to dismiss them. He would go see this steward, and he would be a member of the fighter's guild, he just prayed he would'nt end up killing someone of his "new family"

Bowing low Channler waved Aki, and the several other people good bye. As he was walking to one of the inns he remebered hearing a noise, it sounded like someone had fallin off a roof but the idea seemed absurd to him. Still Channler looked into one of the allyways and saw a Breton leaning agaisnt one of the white washed walls of a balmora house.
A smirk came across Channler's face, "Took quite a tumble try'n to listen in people conversations aye?" Channler shook his head and continued walking and said, "I suppose I'll be see'ing more of you around."

Channler finally found a inn after 15 or so minutes, and was about to enter when the door flung open and man flew ten feet outside the doorway.
"What in Azura's name" Channler said. There was a man, or a beast, with silvery skin sucking the blood out of one of the late nighters. Channler gasped at the sight. The blood was starting to pool in the low parts of the floor, seeping into the woodwork and forever tainting the place. Channler again reached for his sword, but again remebered that he had sold it. Cursing himself for his stupidity, he let the accursed being make the first move.

Flinging himself at Channler, the beast slashed with his short sword. Channler thought enough to step back and make a jab at it's face, the creature reared its ugly head back clutching it's nose. This gave Channler enough time to grab a bottle of mazte for a weapon. It seemed that Channler now stood a fighting chance, at least for a crazy man. The creature thrusted his sword, and Channler instinctivly tried to parry it, but alas he had a bottle of mazte, not a sword. So the bottle shattered when the blade struck it, sending peices flying everywhere. Channler took a large peice to the chest, causing some bleeding but nothing horrible bad. The silvery man didn't fair as well. A peice flew into it's eye, and the creature let out a heart wrenching cry. Channler took the oportunity to take the weapon away from the creature, and in a move that he learned from the Imperial academy, flipped the sword around and stabbed the thing in the stomach.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Channler noticed that he had many cuts and bruises, and his body ached from the sudden injection of adrenaline into his system.

He collapsed on floor

(OOC. Just wondering, but what time of the night/morning should it be? I would say roughly 3:00 am)

Davion fades in and out of conciousness for two days before finally waking up.

Davion, all bloodied from the plumit from the building, staggers to his feet to find that his left arm, his right leg, and a few ribs are broken and that it hurts to breath. Davion feels the letter still inside his armour, and drinks his potion he made to take him back to Balmora.

Once in Balmora, Davion heads over to the fighters guild, limping, holding his arm and his ribs. It wasn't until he went to use his arm to open the fighters guild doors did he realize the broken arm was also dislocated.

Davion throws open the door, bleeding profusely on the floor and limping into the building, slower than a Kwama Forager. "Aki . . . . i . . . need to . . . speak. . . . . with Aki." Davion says, gasping between words.

Davion collapses on the floor from exaustion from the fall and the walk, face first in front of Wayn.

I watched him pace back and forth...
He seemed very concentrated on something. Finally he told the one in front of him "We'll talk more in the morning"
"Close" Jonajosa said. The magic eye closed its outer layer and moved back against the wall.
"So he still thinks he can kill me eh?" He laughed.
"I will have to meet him somewhere. He still doesn't know about what happened."
"Shent" Jonajosa called.
"Yes?" He said
"Take this letter to Kalloros and tell him to go to Bridge at the spot where the Odai runs into the sea.'"
"Yes sir." He rushed off.
"Eye" Jonajosa said. It came and opened back to the picture of Kalloros.
We'll meet again soon my friend. Very soon.

Vealon walked away not even hearing Aki's answer, if he even gave one, he had somethings to do, he couldn't stay around with a guild master. He walked off to the Theives guild, wondering what to do. Should I talk to Sugar-Lips Habasi about these silver people? or should I just Sleep and go exploreing for answers? He decided to sleep because one thing he hear was that the silver people were outside of vivec. (it is by vivec, right?) He made plans to pack his best gear and stop by the mages guild to "aquire" potions and the fighter's guild to "aquire" some hammers, then off to vivec and see if he could find anything out about the Silver skined people. As he was naering the bridge he saw three silver people apear by Vornac and Vealon started to run to His aid but by the time he got there all of the silver men were dead and all that was there was the bloodied face of Vornac. before he could offer a potion, Vornac left. Vealon noticed that vornac was heading to the south wall corner club and he needed the room the most, so vealon headed down the abandoned council club to rest up till the morn.

***yay I finnaly went independant***

Vornac was heading for the SouthWall Corner Club, he looked tired after his walk from Vivec. And he just hoped that he could meet the adventurers and Aki in the morning. Vornac took his cloak around him to stay a little warm. While crossing the little bridge over to the other side Vornac new something was wrong. He saw back, the only think he saw that Vealon coming behinde him, maybe 70 feet. He looked forward again and start walking. Then on the bridge 3 Silver Skinned demons appear right infront of him, ready for combat...

Vornac didn't have time to react before the first one had stabbed him in the left shoulder. But his armour managed to hold it back, Vornac drew his Ebony Longsword up ready to defend himself. The first demon goes in for a second attack, Vornac dodges it and goes to the right side of the bridge under the slash of the demon. When the demons guard was open he slashed into the demons left torso. Still running he puts in a second blow against the other demon pushing it back. The demon behinde him recoverd fast and know Vornac was flanked. He swings his blade around against the one behinde him. He hits it in the shoulder and cut it in two from the right shoulder and down to the left leg. He turns around, the two demons charges Vornac. Vornac blocks one attack with his sword and the other with his bracer. With his huge strength he pushes them both back so the fall on the other side.
Vornac took the chances and leaped over to the other side landing on the demon sending his sword through its throat and into the ground. The last demon gets up tries to attack against Vornacs already a little wounded shoulder, it hits hard and Vornac is pushed back... and landes on his back. To wounded to use his left arm to cast a spell he throws away his sword and points his right hand against the demon. Saying strange words it suddently comes a flash from the demons eyes, and it gets blind. Slashing in the air totaly confused, Vornac takes his Ebony Longsword and goes up to the demon and slowly slashes of its arm and giving it a mighty push to the ground... he holds the longsword against its throat...
Screaming out;
"What do u want... Tell us now!"
Even as he know they were only after killing them he wanted to get information... Without saying anything Vornac slowly cuts the throat of the demon while it cries out.
"Stupid creature" he wispers into the dying demons ear before kicking it and the two others into the Odai River. He takes his right arm and clean of the blood on his face while looking up against Vealon who saw all this... beforing he turned his head away and walked into the SouthWall Corner Club...

Channler awoke in the morning to the screams of the inn keeper.
"What happened!?" she yelled rushing over to Channler's cold body. She went looking for a restore health potion and a restore fatigue potion. The lady came back Channler noticed how stunningly beautiful was. Maybe five foot three or so, hazel eyes, everything about her enticed Channler and even better she had two potions with her. The inn keeper slowly helped Channler drink them, and inside his head, already were his thoughts speeding up. Channler sat up after consuming the potions and said, "Thank you my lady, I am sorry about what happened to your establishment." He thought of some way to repay her, "Here" he pulled out a pouch of 125 septims, all that was left from him selling his sword, "Take these, I know its not enough to cover all the expenses but I will return, and I swear on my life that I will repay you."
"You need't do anything traveler" she said, "You saved me from that horrible monster"
Channler wanted to stay, but he had duty's else where, "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, I pray one day our paths will cross again." Channler said with a rougish smile. She seemed clearly embaressed, but as a give gave Channler two more restore potions. He waved goodbye and stepped out the door. "What a beaut" he thought to himself. He also thought that he could stop everything and live his life with her forever, but he had made a prior commitment and would honor it until his death.
Luckily for him the Balmora Fighter's Guild was only several buildings down from the inn. Channler stepped inside expecting to be greeted by a warm welcome, and maybe it was a warm welcome, but it was that of blood. Aki mentioned a man named Wayn would be in the guild hall, and to my surprise he was standing over a dead, or nearly dead body.
'What have you done!?" Channler asked frantically
The Redguard replied, "Settle down boy, I didn't harm this man, but somehow he appeared here." Channler didn't even think to dimiss the idea as fiction for so many strange things were happening. Channler fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out to potions that the innkeeper gave to him,"Will these help?" he handed them to Wayn, who started feeding them to the man sprawling out on the floor...

Davion rolls over slowly after consuming the potions, still sore from the wounds though.

Davion opens his eyes to see the same man he had been talking to on the bench a cupple days before.

"Valpyre . . . . . Their called Valpyre. The silvery skinned men i mean." Davion told the man who had been feeding him the potions.

"Come with me stranger, to my house, i have some gear that will be best suited for combat with these kind of demons. Lets go to my house and we can get geared up." Davion signals to the man who just came into the fighters guild.

"Your in no condition to be moving around Davion! Even though that potion sealed up your wounds and gave you back blood, your bones are still broken!" Wayn tells Davion, trying to stop him from getting to his feet.

Davion realizes that the man is right but he still has to take care of what was set in motion days before. Davion gets to his knees, straightens his left arm, and slams his fist into the ground to relocate it.

Davion then takes the Dai-Katana and turns it flat sided and slams it agenst his broken leg where the bone was broke and sets his leg. His ribs, well he'll have to deal with his ribs when him and the strange man are in the privacy of his house.

If the strange man wanted to get some gear to help out with the newly found Valpyre, and he came with him to his house, we'll Davion considered that trustworthy enough to ask him to set his ribs for him.

"By the way stranger, whats your name? if you havent heard already my name is Davion." Davion says, with his hand on his broken ribs, taking in deep breaths from the pain of the broken ribs are causing his lungs.

"The names Channler Hadrian" Channler replied, he wanted to laugh, such stuburness, yet so much determination.
"Here let me help you" offered Channler, "Maybe when we reach your place I'll finally find out what all is going on."
Channler turned to Wayn, " Aki sent me fill out papers for my formal exeptance into the fighters guild. After I help Davion I will return and I will do whatever needs to be done." Wayn just nodded
"Everyone seems to have doubts about former legionary's" Channler thought to himself. He turned back to Davion, "It's amazing that I survived an encounter with one of those beasts"
Davion just kept quite probably because of the pain. Channler helped him out of the door...

Vornac goes down to the bar to find something to eat in the morning. His wound still hurts enough to make him be a little careful. He gets something to eat and drink before going out into the morning-sun... The blood of the Valpyres still around the bridge, but he didn't care. He had forgotten to ask the adventurers and Aki where to meet. Even thought the Fighters Guild would be a good place to start. Vornac turned and went into the Southwall Corner Club to get his gear and his Ebony Longsword went out. First he was going to take a visit up in the Balmora Hlaalu to just tell that he had arrived yesterday and was already looking for people that could help Vvardenfell against these demons...
He went into the Hlaalu Council where the Grandmaster and some others was already awake eating breakfast, he just went up and said;
"I've just comed to say I have arrived, cam yesterday. I have already found some skilled folk as I know after beeing attacked by Valpyres this night. I'm going to look for the Guild Steward Aki at Fighters Guild. I will ask him if he wants to join us against the demons..."

The Grandmaster that was already a little busy with spells just answerd
"Ok, come back tonight if you have time and inform me, that would be all... have a nice day Vornac"

Vornac gave a friendly smile before going out again, he headed down to the Fighters Guild. Vornac came in, he was still a little tired after yesterdays fight and took his time to get down to the Guild Hall where he saw Wayn and Channler around a dead body... He ran to them!
"I have some healing potions if its necassery..." and showed them to Wayn and Channler before he took a step back and looked around in the Guild Hall...

"What happend...!? Did the demons do this?" he asked curious looking into Wayn's eyes...

(OOC: Do we all control NPCs...?)

[quote=Fuzzy Knights] He takes his right arm and clean of the blood on his face while looking up against Vealon who saw all this... beforing he turned his head away and walked into the SouthWall Corner Club...[/quote]

***wow Fuzzy night nice scene, but no offence but if you read the rest of my post Vealon is alraedy asleep, I'll change it***

(OOC: Well Ok, it was really not necassery with 2 replies thought. But I guess because we are both staying at the Southwall Corner Club I guess we can go to the Fighters Guild together...? So our characters maybe have becomed a little friends, or atleast know each other a little better. Just post what your character do, and I can change my post if necassery)

when vealon awoke, he headed ober to the fighter's guild to get some repair hammers. When he got there, there were already alot of people, one including Vornac. He decided to buy the hammers instead of stealing them. After he bought the hammers, he secretly placed a note in vornac's pocket that read:

"good job at the bridge last night, I see your part of the theives guild too. If you need help I'm usually at the abandoned Councle club, but for a while i will see what I can do for Vvardenfell by going to the Silver people island and spy around. good luck"

so Vealon left, purposly bumping in the area of the pocket were he put the note. He walked over to the mages ghuild and stole the healing potions. As he walked outside, he saw silver men outside of the fighter's guild he crept onto the house across the street from the fighter's guild and lonched an arrow at one of the men, unfortuaetly he didn't die but ran after him and didn't barge into the guild. Vealon quilckly felled the first silver man by putting another arrow in him, and then attacked the other with his saber, the siver man cast a blinding spell, so Vealon started swinging wildly hearing afew thuds of swords hitting flesh, both his and the silver man's, enentually the blindness subsided and so he could see the silver man. Vealon charged the man and he fell. Vealon searced his body and found a note telling him to assaninate Aki. Vealon took the note and placed it infront of the guild's door and took the silver man's excellent sword. SO vealon chugged some healing potions and ran to the silt strider and bought a ticket to Vivec.

***[quote=Fuzzy Knights](OOC: Well Ok, it was really not necassery with 2 replies thought. But I guess because we are both staying at the Southwall Corner Club I guess we can go to the Fighters Guild together...? So our characters maybe have becomed a little friends, or atleast know each other a little better. Just post what your character do, and I can change my post if necassery)[/quote]
ya, sorry, i didn't quote you the fisrt time when i saw there were a couple of posts between yours and the end, but i settled it out, i left a nice note in your guy's poket. I changed it so I'm staying at the council club***