oki here it is-......

and here is the previous one

Val stormed through the crumbling archway of the barracks, competely ignoring anything the half-elf might have said.

Lifting his head, he caught sight of a figure standing before him. He reached for the handle of his katana.

"Who in Oblivion are you?"

OOC: sorry chaos, had to continue without you

Darus followed Megil closely, he also had two Ordinators come with him. He looked at Megil and said simply "I and going to use his skin as a nice set of coasters".

Shakur
Shakur watched as the refugees went about there lives from his house, which also served as the council house, though it looked much like a temple. Large, stone bricks where the main building material of the city, though wood made up many roofs and other parts of the architecture. "Can I get you anything Hubbie? Maybe a drink?" said Heldvild, Shakur's wife. Shakur removed his large headress which looked like a shield with two eye holes, a mouth hole and a curved indent more than a sign of power, and then said "All I need is a reply from Megil, We need a place for about eighty of our refugees to live. We can't keep them in two family houses for ever". Heldvild smiled, she loved how caring Shakur was. "Shakur, some times you seem like too good a leader. For Mara's sake, you sleep on this balcony so the two other families in this house have more room" Shakur chuckled, and simply replied "I may be caring, but I have a theory that suggests you make the day shine".

The worries of being caught washed over Kiln as he stared at the man in front of him.

He pulled back part of his robe, showing his blade to the man.

"I don't want any trouble." He said softly as he continued to look at the man

Kiln knew that with all the people that had sighted him lately this man probably knew who he was but if he did not then he would just go about his business.

"Well we got married soon after the battle of Ald´ruhn, hehe we sort of had to..I was pregnant must have happened ...hmm I don´t remember really, then we moved in here and helped with the rebuilding of the town.....then Selena was born and we made some kind of life here....." Senen was silent.......looking sternly at the window....

"There still is something outside" she said with a bit of fear in her voice..


OOC: I really have to log off now..cya tomorrow!

This man...

Val did not release his blade. The dunmer in front of him may have claimed he wasn't looking for a fight. But Val had been through too much to simply take his word for it.

But still...

I've seen him before. I know it.

Val straightened, and finally removed his hand from the handle.

"Tell me stranger. What are you doing here?"

Kiln thought for a moment about telling him the truth but decided better of it and conjured up the most convincing lie he could think of.

"Just trying to find a few things to sell in town...so I can feed my family." Kiln said

Well, the legion is somewhat like my family...

Kiln removed his hand from his blade but carefully watched this man. Kiln had grown into the habit of not trusting anyone in the past few years and this man was no different.

"I assume that you were trying to find something here as well?" Kiln asked him

So he's a looter. Come on dammit I know I've seen him before.

Val did not move, but he was still ready for trouble.

"In a sense. You may be looking for a means to feed your family, but I'm looking for my family itself."

Maybe I can stall him, just for until I remember where I saw him.

Looking into his eyes, he felt something stir in the back of his head. A memory trying to surface.

"You have an authoritive look in your eyes. That look that tells people you won't back out of duty."

Val straightened. Perhaps just a bit, he felt a certain trust about this Dunmer.

"I used to know many people with that look..."

Kiln felt a certain calm come over him as he stood there. He stepped closer to the man and looked around behind him and to his sides. This man was either hinting that he was legion or was insane.

"I'm going to ask you this once, and only once...are you legion? Either that or a fool to even speak with me. What is it?" Kiln said harshly

After a few seconds Kiln said,

"Listen, what I need to know most is..." Kiln leaned closer

"Are you the messenger we've been waiting for?"

Kiln hoped this man was legion with all that he'd revealed or else he'd have to kill him for the sake of his men.

Legion?!

Val stiffened and with wde eyes dropped to one knee. His fist over his heart. He remembered, the memory surfaced. This dunmer was an officer in the legion, and a high ranking one at that.

"Sir! I would ask you to forgive my demeanor. I am Val-Jeer, recruit of the Moonmoth Garrison. My loyalty is to my gods and emporer."

He could have continued for some time...

Akar

Akar awoke groggily and strapped on his sword, put on his boots, and approached En'fel.

"Where are we going?" he asked. "And might I get an introduction here? I feel like I'm travelling with statues here." he said with a laugh.

"SHHHHHH...calm down and be quiet" Kiln said

He was overjoyed to find another legionaire but hid it carefully behind his mask that was authority.

"You want someone to hear you!?" Kiln said

Kiln was glad to have found someone in the legion, he'd only seen his men for the past few months since the messenger had stopped coming.

"There is no need for all that at the moment...no saluting or taking a knee...I need to know if you're the messenger from Ald Ruhn" Kiln said grabbing the man and forcing him to his feet, it seemed that he wanted to stay on his knee though

OOC:YAY! Another legion guy!

ooc: my guys are outside the fort, you do know that? they want to talk, they are curious how a "slave" could have killed a guard.

OOC I killed the guy? oops, lol.

Val was recovering from his shock. Of all things today he expected to be killed, not to actually succeed in the mission that had thus far brought him on the brink of death countless times. He planted his feet and sturdied himself.

He's right. If I continue blubbering like an idiot someone is sure to hear.

He looked up and shook his head.

"Forgive me, but I carry no message. I survived the destruction of Moonmoth and have resided among the ruins ever since," he whispered.

ooc i don't know, they think you killed him anyways


Delfran heard people talking so he drew his sword and crept around to see two people talking, the argonian who his friend was looking for and another person.

Delfran sheithed his sword and went back to Stauros, "I found him, you were right he is in this abandonded fort, only he has another person with him and they are talking."

"good job lets interupt the little chat and see how this "slave" killed one of my guards."

Stuaros stood up and walked tward the arcs and fouind the two people, "Hail, we mean you no harm, we just want to talk. For how could a mere "slave" kill one of my beloved guards?"

Val could only look dumbfounded at the Breton. He seemed to appear out of nowhere. That was bad... someone quiet like that had to be a specialist.

Wait... I killed a guard?

Val cocked his head a bit.

"You mean that fetcher I blasted in the face? He died?"

That would explain why I ran out of power so fast. That attack might not have been as weak as I meant it.

OOC: Kiln is far from a kid seeker...and I just messed things up by posting out of turn...

Kiln, not knowing what to do, pulled his blade and pointed the edge at the man who'd happened upon them. The Imperial make was clear for anyone to see.

Perhaps he'd condemned himself by pulling the blade, only time would tell. He looked at his argonian officer and waited for him to speak.

realy? hmm must have him confused with somebody else then my bad, will edit.


IC: Delfran drew his steel dia-katana and shifted into a fighting stance

"No not yet Delfran, they haven't actually made an atepmt to hurt use yet" He turned to the argoinan, " I heard that something happened and I assumed thats what I gathered from the reports of the diferent guards, which you being what you are I can see why they would have lied, no offence." He quickly added seeing the argonian's muscles twitch

"but were are my mannors, I am Stauros, one of the nobels in the fine town of Balmora. and this is my faithful friend, Delfran. Now wat are your names and how could you have killed one of my guards? I dought you are a slave, you look to build for that so is your friend here, if he could be as kind as to lower his blade I would feel so much more comfortable talking about the matter." He fingered his ebony sword and thought about the poisonous dagger he aways had, hidden by his belt

En'Fel watched as his compatriots grabbed their weapons and packed their bags. He was not surprised to see Akar approach him, as he hadn't said a word to him yesterday after the incident. He looked at the traveller, straight in the eyes, and decided he was worth an introduction, at least.

"Alright, traveller," he said. Had the man not saved his life he would have simply called him half-breed. "My name is En'Fel. That one over there with the spikey hair is Anhasou, that large one is Hel'Tic, the young one is Ganfi and the girl Sounigo. No need learning our family names."

At this point, En'Fel corrected his posture and stood taller than any other dunmer with him. Over the course of the last sentence, he had moved closer to the traveller. "We came from Zainab to unite the Ashlanders," his voice lowered to a whiper, right over the traveller's face, "You may have heard from earlier, but the Telvanni, they are trying to destroy our kind."

"Is that everything?" he turned and asked Anhasou.

"Yes, everyone is ready."

"Good, then, friend," he turned back to Akar, "Tell me, do you know anything about Ahemussa tribe? They are in hiding, but we've searched from the mountain ridges in the west to the coast in the east, from the coast in the north to the edge of the grazelands in the south. Every single cave, or tomb, is unoccupied, at least not by Ahemussa. Do you have any idea where they might be?"

"I know nothing of the ashlander tribes." Akar admitted. "Maybe go to the coast?" he suggested.

While waiting for an answer, he reached into his pack and pulled out his pipe. He put his last bit of skooma in and lit it in the campfire.

ooc what a great time for kell to leave

"My name?" Kiln said thinking randomly to his older days

"My name is Jinx Tians, adventurer." Kiln said knowing he could not reveal his real name to a noble from one of the houses

"And my friend here is no slave, so I suggest you withdraw your insults." Kiln snapped at the man with a glare

After a few seconds he sheathed his blade but continued to watch carefully, ready to defend this argonian with his life, as was his duty to any legion soldier, regardless of race.

En'Fel considered his suggestion. It donned on him.

"Of course!" he exclaimed. "Of course, of course, of course!"

"What is it?" Anhasou asked.

"The islands North of the Coast, the Archipeligo! They must be on one of those islands!"

"Oh good, you finally have it," commented Ganfi.

"Alright, we move out now. Sounigo, look at the map, tell me which islands are significant, we'll split up and search each, we search until dusk, and if we find nothing we'll head West for Urshilaku."

"Well, we needn't go that far, if they're on the Coast I know which island. Ald Daedroth," Sounigo put in.

"Then that will be the first island we check. Out we go!" he declared, and they were off along to road toward the abandoned Ahemussa camp. From there they headed North toward the Coast.

"So," En'Fel asked somewhere between Ahemussa Camp and the Coast, "Traveller, why are you here?" Hel'Tic gave a nasty look. En'Fel, however, felt like it would be worth making friends with an able fighter, especially one who at least proved he wasn't working for Telvanni. En'Fel wasn't convinced of anything else, but he decided the best way to figure out how far he could trust him was to get to know him.

Stauros looked at the dunmer. "I see, thats what I thought about your friend but from what the reports said was that an argonian slave was looking for food for his master."

Delfran relaxed a bit, once the dark elf put away his sword but still ahd it out just in case they wanted to start something.

"Do you haver a table or a big brick we can sit at? It is realy hard to convers over a meal standing up."

Akar took a deep breath inhaling the skooma.

"Looking for my mother." he replied. "But it can wait awhile while I help you find whatever you're looking for."

"I'm Akar, by the way." he said, holding out his hand.

Kiln was confused, was this man a politician? It didn't matter, Kiln responded in his usual manor, first with silence and then talking when he got good and ready.

He wished he'd known that this argonian was acting as a slave before he'd made his previous statement.

"This man is a slave, but no more than you or I. And so far as tables and food go, the tables are ash if you'd like to go inside and have a seat and I haven't had any food on me in days so it will be a bit hard to have a discussion over a meal." Kiln said in his usual unfriendly tone

Val could hardly say no to a meal in his current state. But he wasn't ready to trust these two. The calm one especially. He knew his type. His smooth movement and calmness to his voice betryed him. This man was trained to kill, and was good at it.

And, despite his constant refernces to Val as a "slave", there was a certain cautiousness to his eyes. He seemed to be someone who would never underestimate an opponent.

Val looked at his feet. Should he have looked up, the man would have noticed him studying the crumbling arc above him. Val already knew it was crumbling, he just needed to know if the two were under it.

Indeed they were.

Good, I have an advantage should I need it

"I am Val-Jeer, and indeed I am no slave."

He raised his arms, allowing his wide sleeves to run down his arms and reveal no slave bracers, as well as allow him to cast quickly at the ceiling if he needed to.

Stuaros glanced up with the Argonian's arms and saw the rocks in a poor state.

"I see you have us in a stale mate. but I assure you we didn't come to attack you but t talk."

HE looked to Delfran, "toss them the bag and take 5 steps back."

Delfran reluctantly put away his sword, and tossed down the bag and was then a few feet behind his boss.

"As you see the food is good just please don't tear down the arc, I can move fsater then you might think" he narrowed his eyes and gave a deathening stare and the Argonian.


OOC BTW I have all but the helm of glass armour

You may be fast, but I bet you and your little flunky have no idea how fast I can be...

He didn't want to try this man. He lowered his arms to his sides. His long wide sleeves rolled back down, hiding his hands still in their casting positions.

I won't bring down the ceiling, but I can still blind you with dust....

He was ready. After all, he had his sword back, as well as his charm. Still, he couldnt help but hope for a peaceful resolution. He doubted it was possible. Deep down he felt these two weren't leaving without him in custody.

"You found me out... I will not fight you should you not wish it."

He waited paitiently for his commanding officer to speak.

Kiln saw what his officer had in mind and quickly thought.

Killing a noble is not a good idea...we're too close to my base for that...

"Perhaps we can speak with you for a while." Kiln said still not trusting these men but what choice did he have?

He looked at the argonian and made a quick hand motion before whispering to him.

"We'll see what they want, I won't risk killing them so close to our base." Kiln hoped the man would stay quiet when he found out about the base nearby

Kiln entered the ruins of the fort and sat down at what was left of the barracks, there was one table standing, unscarred. He lit a torch and hung it in it's place on the wall near the table.

He waited there for the others, still wondering what the men wanted, he sat with his back to the wall.

No surprises.

Val followed Kiln to the table and stood next to him.

You better have a plan. These people are not going to take me in.

He waited, he would try his best to remain quiet while the others discussed their terms. He was still ready for anything though. He would honor his commander's wish and hold back. But that doesn't mean he was just going to let them take him...

Stauros wlaked down through the ruins and made his way to the table and sat down, "So I'm assuming that you are part of whats left of the legion"

Delfran came in and emptied the sack's contents on the table, which was 6 loaves of bread, 6 bottels of filn, and other assorted foods.

Stuaros sat down, "Now I want to lear about the legion, all i've heard is what the house leaders have said. What I don't get is that, weren't they protecting Vvardenfell and everything before this war? Oh and Help youself to the food, i have plenty at my mansion."

Megil looked into the room and saw the bodies, if you could call them that, strewn throughout the room.

"By the gods" Megil said as he surveyed the scene.

Megil walked out of the prison and onto the balcony where announcements could be made to the entire staff,

"everyone I do not understand how this happened, the bands have neer failed before, but I can assure we are doing everything we can to resolve the situation."

he stepped back and approched the chief ordinator,

"I want the gates sealed tight, no one get's in or out tonight until we find that man,"

he spedwalked to his office where he entered a hidden chamber. only three people knew it existed.

inside was a small room, with a panels covered in crystals.

"Alright let's see, no one will leave this city by magic either."

he began touching the gems, they lit up. outside in vivec magical barriers covered the city, invisible to the ye. the everyoneoblivous to their existence.

Megil returned to the crowded room, where people worked in organised chaos, delivering messages and filling out paperwork.

Kiln saw the bread, that was more than his men had eaten in days. He was tempted to take all of it and run now while he had a chance but decided against it.

"The legion basically fell apart after the houses used them to defend themselves. They were unneeded by the houses and so they took the legion officers prisoner and killed all who did not surrender. We were allowed to continue in peace with the towns for some time before our ranking officers began to charge rediculous taxes on the people and eventually they rebelled, of course that was before they killed our men and such." Kiln said in his calm voice

He took from the table, his share of the bread and put it in his rucksack to take back to his men.

"There is no legion, just alot of scattered rogues." Kiln said knowing it must hurt his companion to hear such words from his commander but he hoped he would understand that it was all a cover

Kiln sat there at the table, looking at the man.

"So what exactly do you want from us noble?" Kiln said strangely

OOC: I'm off for the night and I won't be on until around 4:00 central US time so...

Stauros saw the soldier took some food and he noddded

"Ah I see that makes sence. That somewhat is similar to what the boss told us, but more mellow. Rouges?! I thought that they are all honest! ONe more question and I must be off, or else my leaders will get suspisious. Why did they raise taxes in the first place? Didn't they have enough gold?"

En'Fel

En'Fel stared at Akar's hand as they walked. The coast was right in front of them. They could even see the many islands ahead. En'Fel eventually lifted his gaze from Akar's hand and focused on the Sea ahead, trying to keep an eye out of Ald Daedroth.

"Sounigo," he said back, "How sure are you that they're in Ald Daedroth?"

"None of the other islands are habitable unless you go west to Rotheran and Dagon Fel, but they're populated, Ahemussa wouldn't be there, they'd be at Ald Daedroth. In fact, they could have been at Ald Daedroth for years now. Who knows, they're an easily frightened people."

"Alright," En'Fel said once they reached the coast. "We swim. Weapons out to kill the sea creatures."

So they swam, and aside from a small dreugh there was no problem. Once they got close enough, they saw the structures of Ald Daedroth ahead of them, and even more so they saw Ahemussa ashlanders wandering around the outside. En'Fel felt like he could just blow away when he saw the first. Finally! he though to himself and quickened his pace.

By the time they reached the Island, several Ashlanders were at the shore to greet them with spears.

"Who are you? What do you want!" yelled a male Ashlander. That is, before he saw Arak's eyes. En'Fel noticed a tone of realization in the Ashlander at sight of Arak, and at his command they put their spears down. When En'Fel and the others reached the shore, he instantly kneeled and rested his sword on the ground. The others followed in suit, aside from Hel'Tic, who held his glass-axe (which he looted from the dead battlemage) about his shoulder.

"I am En'Fel from Zainab. We come in urgency need and wish to speak with your Ashkahn."

"You will speak to me," said the Ahemussa ashlander. He turned to Arak, "You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere? Does the name Sedrane Mirpal mean anything to you?"

(OOC: Background info I got from Minque is that who guys share each others eyes, and Serene was good friends with Sedrane Mirpal, so he saw familiarity in your character but couldn't quite place it)

Akar

Akar held his hand out for a long time, before realizing that En'fel wasn't going to accept it. He put that hand to use, setting his pipe inside his pack.

Arrogant bastarde. he thought, but soon berated himself. Maybe it just is not the ashlander way to shake hands... he told himself.

During the swim, he had become quite bored, but his interest was peaked when he was apparently recognized, and then assaulted with questions.

"No, I don't think we've met, and I don't believe I know anyone by that name." Akar said, holding out his hand. This would prove whether or not En'fel was indeed an arrogant bastarde. "I'm Akar Vantinius."

Sedrane took his hand and gave a tight hand-shake. "What is your business here?"

"The Telvanni have conquered our Grazelands," En'Fel cut in.

Sedrane turned rudely to En'Fel, "We know," he said.

"Did you know they are trying to exterminate us?"

Sedrane looked highly annoyed, more interested in Akar than En'Fel. "No, we did not, but we know they moved in our camp about two weeks ago. We were already gone."

"How long have you been here?" En'Fel asked before Sedrane could continue his conversation with Akar.

"That's not your business," Sedrane answered.

"You know we've hunted everywhere for your people."

"A pity. Now then, Akar, our Wise Woman is not here right now, but when she returns I'm sure she will want to speak with you."

"And what of us?" En'Fel asked.

"Well, what do you want?" Sedrane asked flatly.

En'Fel was caught off guard. He stared at Sedrane, trying to formulate his words without sounding foolish. Anything he said would bounce off Sedrane, so it was futile. "We need help."

"Help to do what?"

En'Fel sighed, "May I please speak with your ashkhan?" he asked.

"We have no ashkhan, you can speak to me, or you can leave," Sedrane said. There was a slight pause, "Now, help with what?"

"We need support for our war efforts," En'Fel put at last, "Food, supplies, medicine... warriors--"

"No," Sedrane said.

"Will you ignore the plight of the Ashlanders?!" En'Fel asked in an angrier tone.

"The plight of Zainab! We are thinking about what is best for Ahemussa, and that is not best for Zainab!"

"And what will you do when the Telvanni discover you? Will you hide within your shrine and regret ignoring us?"

"They will not find us," Sedrane retorted.

"I did," En'Fel stated. Sedrane had nothing to say to this.

"You," he said looking at Akar, "You may come within our Shrine, your companions must wait here for your return."

(OOC: You need to RP your own visit in the shrine, or you can just skip it and go straight to coming back out)

"Thank you." Akar said to Sedrane, suddenly deciding that his earlier thoughts of En'fel weren't too far off.

He followed the dunmer into the shrine, with the intention of helping out his newly found companions, even if they didn't like him too much.

"I can't help but wonder why you are so interested in me." Akar said. "I'm not used to interest that isn't hand in hand with cintempt."

Sedrane laughed at that. "You look like someone I met years ago..." he said, getting a glazed look in his eyes.

"May I ask who?" Akar asked.

"An old friend." Sedrane replied vaguely.

"You know they are right." he said, changing the subject.

"Who? Oh, your companions. The Ahemussa has no business with the Zainab, and nothing you say will change that." Sedrane said flatly.

Akar stayed silent for a second before deciding that he had already been here too long. "Obviously you guessed my intent, and you aren't interested in my proposal, so it's past time I leave." he said, walking out of the shrine, muttering something about how stupid the ashlanders could be. Why did he always choose such strange company?

Because he himself was strange, more than likely.

(OOC: Dantrag, because you're asleep I'll be filling in for what your character would say)

"It is such a meaningless game of politics they play!" En'Fel ranted to his companions. "You know they know they need help. Their wise woman knows it, too, she just has some lap dog waving people off. It's all a game of politics, they just want something they can get out of the deal, that's it! They want something from us! What are we supposed to give except for some real warriors they can fight beside? We have nothing! We're hanging on by a string!"

"I'm back," Akar said. En'Fel hadn't noticed his return.

"What did they want?" En'Fel asked.

"Nothing, and they won't help so I left."

En'Fel considered this. "Akar," he said, using Akar's name for the first time. "We have no reason to stay then. We'll camp here tonight and then head straight for the Urshilaku tomorrow. That will be a longer journey, luckily they have no hiding place so we should find them quicker. In the mean time, rest easy everybody, it will be a hot day tomorrow."

Raxle O'Conner

"Damn't!"

"Shhh! Don't want anyone to here us!"

"Shut the hamster up, I know what I'm doing!"

"The hell you don't, look I told you were several clicks south of Gnisis"

"great compassion, I say were near Ald'Ruhn"

"Ald'Run, whatever, have you ever been to that place its a hamster cave desert around there!"

"I told you to shut the hamster up!"

"Look, we'll wait untill light, then we'll hamster those bastards up, ok?'

"Sure"

"Ok"

"Son of bitches..."

Raxle fumbled out from under their hastily built tent, it was nearly morning and the great light was about to show itself on the horizon. Earlier in the week a band of adventurers hand raided the imperial camp, slaying three soldiers.

The band of ten was gathering for their own night raid against the residence of Gnisis. A revenge killing..

Falx

"Well well, it seems the security systems work. Tis good." Falx mumbled incoherently as he walked down the wooden steps.

"Abulard! Whenever this problem is over, do me a favor and run this package down to Office of Lord Megil. If possible say it's from an old friend."

In the package was a bottle of vintage cyrodillic brandy, from well before the isolation of Vvardenfell, the best of the best. A note was also sealed with it...."

Dear Lord Megil,

Though you and I haven't known each other all to well, I do believe we each know more then we'd like to admit of the others. You are the Hero of Vivec, I, unbeknowist the population, could be labelled as the Scourge of Vivec.

My past crimes leave a foul taste in my mouth, something unsavoury. My deeds are those I am not proud of.

Recently though words of my past have been spreading through the community, not as much as my dance with evil, but more so of the Legion. As you more then likely you know, I was once a Captain in the legion, a mighty warrior I might add. The current state of affairs reguarding my brethren has been not the best.

As much as I would like to plead for your support in the ending of their torture, it has come to my attention that matters affecting the security of New Vivec might be at stake. If you deem my words worthy please enterain(OMG) me with your presence.

Signed,

Captain Falx Albarnias
Knight Errant of the Dragon Riders

"Hmm, that should do.." Falx sealed the letter and added it to package. "Abulard, the package is ready, run it whenever the lock down is over?"

"Oh, it looks like someone is here.. Fun fun fun.", Cal thought as he approached Fort Moonmoth. He stepped carefully inside, and looked around. "As dirty as it ever was. A tad more now, though.", Cal thought, and smirked.

"Oh.. I'm so tired.. I guess I'll take a nap.", Cal said out loud, and found a piece of wall that were still standing, and sat down, and leant onto it. He closed his eyes, and waited for someone to respond.

Lykaon wondered through New Vivec, he had headed to it some time ago, having collected his payment in the Eight Plates, then ate his meal in his room and rested before heading here. The populace seemed startled now, however. Apparently the gates were closed now, and the guards were looking for someone. His interest piqued at the prospect of a job, and hunt he headed towards the Halls of Justice. Upon arriving, he requested a audience with 'Lord Megil', to offer his services in finding and apprehending the man.

For a price, of course, Lykaon reflected, grinning wryly beneath his helmet.

"The legion is...er...well...was like any other faction, it had its undesirables, corruption and inner conflict...mostly within the important and high ranking people. The legion had its own problems with all that stuff happening in the Imperial city, the taxes had to be raised to try and restore order to the way of life." Kiln said and paused for a moment to let this man absorb what he'd said

"The blockade kept the mainland from sending messages to us so our generals and commanders. They didn't know what taxes to charge so they started to charge people the taxes they felt were right, ridiculous taxes of not only money but food and supplies as well. Obviously the citizens of Vvardenfell had other ideas though and since the legion is concentrating on their own problems, they're not going to do anything about the problems in Morrowind." Kiln said

Perhaps I'll end up meeting with this man again...I have this feeling...

Kiln drank from the flin and put the remains of the bottle and a few others into his pack, not caring if he seemed greedy. He heard a noise outside.

"What the hell? I knew it...Val, watch them." Kiln said storming off to the door expecting that the noble had brought house guards with him

Kiln slammed the door open and looked around, seeing the boy from earlier sitting just outside.

"What are you doing here?" Kiln said angrily

Jonacin brought Leni upstairs and tucked her into bed. "night night sweety" he said, giving hera kiss. He went back downstairs to where the others were. "So Sel and Konrad, what have you two been up these last five years?"

Serene went to the kitchen..and back again..she could not just sit ther....the uneasy feeling grew stronger but she tried to conceal it.

So finally she went and sat beside Jonacin......she always felt at ease being close to him.......and waited for Sel and Konrad to tell their stories

"I wonder why I have the feeling someone or something is after me?

"Serene, are you ok? You seem very restless"

Eberron
Vvardenfell
Red Mountains, near Maar Gan

Eberron had just pasted Maar Gan a little while ago, he managed to get some drink and food but not for money thought. He had regained some strength and went for Ald'Ruhn. He still thought of the last time he met Arneth, he had just been in a battle in Ald'Ruhn and met some new 'friends' that actually saved Morrowind if not the whole Tamriel from a evil wizard, that story he had already heard alot about. Thought he didn't quite remember the names of his friends he thought they might know something...

Coming over the little hill-top, Eberron watched down at the city of Ald'Ruhn. He was facinated by the Redoran Houses and their buildings, he gave of a little smile in the hope of finding the first clue where Arneth was as he gently walked down the hill against the Ald'Ruhn City Gates. Coming in with out any knowledge about who he was really looking for, Eberron went into the nearby tavern, Rat in the Pot. Entering he walked straight up and sat down and ordering some drink. Knowing how much septims he actually might need he handed out a Silver Dagger for the drinks, it was clearly enough and Eberron had a few of them anyway.

As he drank he suddently remembered something, he remembered Arneth talking about a powerful Redguard warrior, Spirit Sword.

Was it Jonacin...?

He scratched his chin in the thought. With nothing to loose he asked if they bartender would know anything about Jonacin, apparently Jonacin lived in Ald'Ruh with his wife Serene in Morvayn(sp?) Manor. Eberron took the last sip before going out and searched for the manor hoping the best that they might know anything of where Arneth could be. Thought they really wasn't close at all.

Maybe they dont know anything at all...

Arneth
Vvardenfell
Unknown Cave, near the city Khuul

Arneth leaned over the map on the table with some other of his close friends. Arneth blinked his eyes and scratched the back of his head as he looked over the map and marked the Legion's known positions outside the coasts of Vvardenfell...

"We managed to get some out, I still dont know if you want to take my choice - but I'm staying here" Arneth said to the group slaming his fist into the table, knowing the Legion's blockade around Vvardenfell was hard to get through...

"In my opinion Master Arneth, we are to few to take such a risk again. We managed to get some of the Fighter's Guild and Mage's Guild members out of here before their blockade was complete. Even they had hard encounters" Malgurion said, the Redguard who had been following Arneth alot over his years in Vvardenfell.

"Yes. It's getting harder and harder to get out, and with the Dunmer's turning against the Legion we cant risk another ambush trying to escape. We lost to many people on the way here" Arneth replied, he could clearly remember a few days ago when they had just sent of a ship from the West Coast and were heading back to their headquarters when they were ambushed by around fifty Dunmer's, the volley of arrows and arcance spells took many of them with their pants down, killing many.

"There's little we can do thought, the Houses are still not at war but it might only be a matter of time and I doubt they want us as enemies" Malgurion said, as he was pointing out the three Houses areas on the map.

"Little? No, I already have a plan. Its not a real plan, but we should go out again we need to get legionares to safty and bring them here. Some are scattered around and alone and not very well liked by the Dunmer's now. I will try to gather some allies while you Malgurion will take command of gathering the legionares scattered around in Vvardenfell" Arneth said before leaving the table, reaching for his damanged armor from the ambush and his enchanted sword by the helmet.

He walked out of the cave without a word, he sharpened his senses as he looked out of the cave door looking if there was anyone out there. It was clear. He was going to start near Ald'Ruhn, Maar Gan and Gnisis trying to find what ever legionares he could...

"Well actually I have a bad feelig..still, I sense evil towards me..from outside, but maybe it´s just me being over-sensible, I don´t know, but I am a bit scared, and I don´t want to be left alone....."

Serene moved closer to Jonacin, leaning her head against his shoulder....

"Just stay with me then I´m not afraid..."

Jonacin put his arm around Serene. "Don't worry Serene, if anyone wants harm you, then they have to go through me"