Tucharon turned towards the khajiit. Is this the one who summoned us? He doesn't look the part. But Tucharon knew firsthand that the most dangerous people are often those that don't look dangerous. But it was an equal possibility that the khajiit was merely someone who was likewise summoned here. The spellsword decided to play the observer for the time, watching to see how he greets Acerbus.

Let us see if this is our mutual acquaintence or not

Arnand ignored the Imperial man. He was most certainley not a Necromancer. Necromancers were, simply put, evil. As were Conjurers. In fact, the two cults only served to worsen the already bad reputation of Necromancy and Daedric magic.

Arnandre had practiced it, but for good. And the Mages Guild hadn't understood that.

Instead, he looked at the newcomer Khajiit. Sitting on a stone slab, eyes closed and slicing up an apple, he didn't look the part of hardcoe, battle-scarred, ruthless leader, but more the sort that Arnand could have gotten along well with.

Arnand strode up to the Khajiit, and extended a friendly hand.

"Arnand Erelue's the name. Mage's Guild exile for studying dark magic. I don't mind - Everyone thought me a fool for trying to master Chronomancy, anyway. Shame I was a Master Wizard, though..."

Arnand clutched the amulet again. The Khajiit was still slicing the apple. Arnand decided to sit down on the unoccupied space of the slab.

"Wonder the leaders going to come." Arnand mused out loud.

Larth turned to face the Khajiit. Could this be the one who'd summoned them? He didn't appear to hold an extraordinary leadership skills. Unless, of course, Cat men viewed leaping about and eating to be two vital leadership skills.

The fellow who'd been playing the lute walked over to greet him, and Larth decided it would be best to allow him to strike up a conversation with the blighter. It's not like he wanted that smell on him. He looked on the two with a view of indifference, it was clear he cared more about what was said than who the people were. Unless that's the cat I'm after, he reminded himself.

It seemed despite his casual feckless entrance, Narkiorrou had attracted a fair few hands of greeting yet really he knew less about this meeting than they did. He softly chuckled as he ate about three slices before hurling the rest of the apple behind him and pocketing his knife. He was hoping that a fair few people here had mistaken him for the rumoured khajiit, which would have been easily done as there was no physical description to go on. He opened his eyes as he stood and peered round before beginning to take a large bow of introduction.

"I am Narkiorrou Septim! The next emperor and ya'll shall be my furniture!" he stated before slumping into a fit of the giggles, totally unaware that anyone that may have been insulted could easily kill him this close.

Varar Rendas had never been one for bushwhacking. As he came crunching through the brush and bog-water, he saw Fort Blueblood, or at least the silhouette of it. As he made his way through some low hanging branches, one came back and whiplashed his helmet-covered face, "Bah! Damn branches!" yelled Varar and he whipped out his scimitar and hacked off the branch.

Varar kept walking and finally reached the fort. The hem of his robe was wet and some grass was wedged between parts of his Dunmeri armor, but he was fine. He saw a fair group of people, quite diverse really. And there was a Khajiit laughing like Sheogorath. "Hello, is this the meeting place?" asked Varar in the raspy voice of a Vvardenfell Dunmer. "I am Varar Rendas, Pirate, ex-ordinator, and mercenary." said Varar as he removed his helmet and placed it under his arm.

"Hail, Dunmer," called Larth to the newest addition to the gathering. "If our numbers continue to grow this marginally, we might as well start marching to the Imperial City. We'll have an army fit to siege it by the time we get there."

He gave a small laugh at his own attempt at humor. He untied the cask of Mead from his belt and brought it to his lips for a moment. Ah, the wonderful taste of Mead. The sweet honey, the delicious alcohol. Ah, Mead. The cask left his lip with a satisfied sound, but he kept it in hand. He looked over at the Breton woman who'd recently entered and was greeted by another fellow he'd not addressed. There numbers truly were growing fast, though he suspected it couldn't last. This seemed a large enough group for them to be tried with 'Intent to Instigate Rebellion' and hung. A wonderful number, it meant people had a reason to be wary of you.

The group was growing larger, and the most recent addition was no other than a dunmer wearing traditional armor, most likely a Morrowind native. Tucharon was more concerned, however, with the question of whether this clearly eccentric khajiit was the group's mutual acquaintence or not. Nevertheless, being anxious to know who summoned them and for what exactly, the spellsword spoke up.

"Narkiorrou Septim, are you or are you not the khajiit which summoned us?" Tucharon didn't actually believe this cat could be a Septim, but was willing to play along to avoid creating unneeded tension.

OOC: lets get on with the show *wicked grin*, oh and by the way, as i have a real bad habit of forgetting to say it.... its night time.. lol


IC:

The young Khajiit was mildly upset at the fact no-one was laughing with him, his amazing humour completely wasted on a bunch of old coots. He stood upright again and gave a shrug before sitting back down and drumming his fingers on his kneecap.

All of sudden a loud grinding of stone on stone rang out from withing the fort ruins, a noise that grabbed your head and pulled it towards the opening doorway with an almost magical force then swiftly releasing the hold it has on you as the sound ground to a halt. An ominous silence ensued thereafter for a few moments as everyone was left to puzzle what would step out from the pitch black opening.

A footstep... two... someones coming!

As the slow but continuous sound appeared to come closer the tension in the air rose right up till to moment the footsteps stopped, followed by yet another moment of eery quiet. A magical light appeared from within and shone outward with an almost welcoming glow that whispered to enter. Whoever or whatever was doing this was obviously using magick but the reason for a display of such grandur was unknown.

OOC: feel free to venture in, i'll be back in 20-30 mins

While introductions came flowing, Elissandre's attention was draw to on of the late comers ? a khajit who might or not be the one at the center of so much rumors. Probably no, even by khajit's standards his antics don't fit with the rumors. Unless he's the one and uses buffoonery as a camouflage. Which didn't keep an amused smile away from her lips while she held back a giggle.

But the thought flowed out as one dunmer introduced himself as pirate, mercenary and ex-ordinator. Bringing back some very unpleasant memories. Aren't the ordinators some kind of religious enforcer from Morrowind ? Yesh, a probably rotten watchman of sorts turned pirate and sellsword. I've seen firsthand what 'free' mercenaries can be up to. The Fighters might have turned rotten more than a bit, but there are lows they won't stoop down to but his ilk will sprawl in like a pig in his wallow.

Elissandre struggled to keep a straight face, focusing on appearing as harmless and naive as she could muster. Don't display you hand girl. He's more likely to show his true colors if he thinks you're just one harmless, rosy-eyed country bumpkin of a healer.

When the door opened but nobody came out, Elissandre waited until some magical light shone inside, an apparent invitation to enter. Decent skill, though a bit on the grandiloquent style. Though to his credit whoever did this skimped on heavenly choirs or ominous noises.

"It seems we've just been sent an invitation - who feels like tasting the first sample of hospitality ?"

Acerbus glanced over at the now opened doors of the fort. From what I've read in books, that was simply a telekinesis spell pulling the doors open. I have to admit that it was a bit eerie at first and I applaud him for the time. But I imagine I'll be the first to venture in. He thought, lowering the hood from his face, revealing his red eyes and his long fangs.

He kept at the ready as he entered the fort, knowing that this person couldn't be trusted yet. He turned and said, "Let's go."

EDIT

Heinrich

Heinrich was observing the people that came out of the forest silently, trying to learn as much as he could of them. If he was to work with this bunch, he'd have to know who were the people he was working with, so he could know who was trustworthy and who was not, who could aid him, and who couldn't. Being a yeoman surrounded by warriors meant that you could likely use their help, and in exchange offer your other skills, where they would find themselves lacking most likely - indeed, if they were to use this place for a longer stay, he could already see himself putting some work into the ruined fort, as it was, although in a better condition than the farmer anticipated, still fairly bad and certainly unfit to do what it was intended to - offer a place good to defend.

For now, though, the first impressions weren't the best. Half of them he considered crazy (the khajiit took the first place on his crazy list, hands down), the other half - at very least unpredictable. Fact was, he was the only man here who likely had a 'normal' life - at least, until his farm was bought off, but he still wasn't attempting to live off of loot and such, even being an outlaw. That healer would maybe qualify as a person with a place of work that isn't a bloomin' cave, although ye can't be sure she's one of those who sits in a chapel. Appearance sure ain't encouraging in that respect. 'Least she don't wear armor worth more than a house. He himself wasn't all that unused to armor - he had something that would qualify as armor, actually, since yeomen were expected to show up armed and armored in times of war, but he had sold it long ago. No use for armor if you can't eat, as he figured.

When the door opened and a magickal light appeared and all these fancy things were thrown into their faces, however, Heinrich was forced to snap out of his silent considerations. Acerbus proclaimed it was safe; seeing no reason for him to lie, the Breton shrugged. "Might 's well go into the damn darkness, then..." With this mumble, he made his way through the doors of the fort, gripping his staff tighter. It was still acting as a cane, however the yeoman was ready to swing it at whoever at the first sign of danger.

Tucharon was taken aback by the abrupt invitation that the group had just received. At the same time, he felt slightly relieved that this unhinged khajiit wasn't the mastermind. He tentatively walked towards the door into the fort. His curiosity again was getting the better of him, although he always had managed to overcome whatever his curiosity brought him into conflict with.

"Careful Acerbus, watch out for traps," he cautioned. The traps that existed in ruined forts were certainly crude and usually easy to see, but there was no telling what the mastermind might have in store. The Altmer slowly stepped through the threshold, putting his helmet back on and keeping his hand on his undrawn sword. There's no turning back now.

OOC: Well at least I haven't missed to much, except for interacting with everyone I'll just have to come up with a reason.

IC: Aryon stood away from the group of people, a mixed bunch they were. He wasn't much of the socialising type, yet he wasn't shy neither, he just simply didn't trust any of them. Most were odd folk, although they probably thought the same of him as was the way of people. However out of all of them the one that caught his attention was the odd Khajiit who was making a fool of him. The creature won't last long and I can't see what it could possibly contribute was the main thought of the wizard and most likely the thoughts of all those around him. More and more people were appearing after him from out of the darkness of the woods, a most strange sight it was to him despite everything he had seen in his life.

It was not long until something actually happened and gave the first sign of Aryon being on the right track. The entrance to the fort opened, through some use of basic magic that even mear low rung Telvanni wizards could do. It would be enough to frighten the ignorant yokels among the group and possibly impress them but to any magic user they would be able to see through it. However Aryon didn't want to ruin such as meager display of magic and show how unimpressed he was in front of everyone.

Whatever awaited inside could possibly be a trap, test or what they all seeked, the Khajiit and if anyone was going to speak to him it was Aryon. If there was anyone among the group that had any form of worth then it was him he thought and so he decided to lead the way. Speaking for the first time to everyone he spoke out with his thick Dunmer accent "It is most obvious that we are wanted inside so we had better enter". After these words he walked ahead and entered the darkness of the fort, not caring whether anyone followed. If it was a trap, he would see it before all others.

Seeing a mess in the making, Larth Stryker drew his Nordic battle-axe. Large weapon in hand, he proceeded to step towards the door.

"I don't know what in oblivion's happening, but we might as well find out." He said, with his eyes forward. He began to step faster, and fell in to the left of the Yoeman. "So, pray tell," he said, sweeping either side of the hall with his eyes, "from where do you hail, Breton?"

Dandel trudged through the sludge, dirt and marsh with much struggle. He was tired, malnourished and mentally fed up. The only thing that kept him going was the possiblity that he could be helped with his life. This fort better be worth it, that skooma-dealer will be put through hell if it ain't, the Dunmer thought as he plodded through the woods. Blackwood Forest was just as he expected, a murky area with inhospitable terrain and so signs of life at all, but he was gratified with the fact that he hadn't run into any wild animals or monsters. As Dandel lumbered foward he was hit square in the face by a splash of dirty water unexpectedly. ''Gaah f***! Why do I bother?'' He shouted, causing his voice to echo through the woods, he kicked a tree in frustration, but all it did was cause pain. Dandel wrenched his face in pain, clenching his foot. ''Gods sake.'' The Dunmer muttered under his breath, though in his situation it probably wasn't a good idea to curse by the gods.

After shaking off all the pain Dandel continued on his journey. Nothing changed, it was still all a dirty marshland. It was then a few moments later that he caught sight of Fort Blueblood in the short distance. Dandel just stood motionless, mouth open, stunned and amazed at the structure. It was at least one hunderd years old or more and still looked brilliant, infact with a few repairs it could definatly be used by soldiers. The Dunmer started to briskly jog to the Fort, excited yet nervous at the same time. It was when he neared Blueblood that Dandel had to stop promply as he saw figures. He threw himself to the ground at swift speed, trying to avoid being sighted. Slowly and discreetly, an arrow was taking from his quiver, ready to be fired. Dandel took a peak at the people outside the Fort entrance. They certainly were a diverse group, all looked different. Some armoured others not, each with seperate types of weapon. As Dandel gazed around the area, he spotted a Khajit who suddenly started speaking out crazy lines and giggiling. ''F***ing loonie.'' Dandel murmered. He truely hoped that that Khajit was not the one he was meant to seek out. As the Dunmer obseved the group he was pretty sure they were not bandits or any variation, but he still had to be sure, over his lifetime he felt that no-one could be trusted.

Suddenly, a bright and scintilating shine came from out of the Fort doors, it caused Dandel to shield his eyes and almost fall on the log behind him. It must of been some sort of magic, it indubitably was not a natural light. The burst of magic kept the door open. ''How nice, a little invitation.'' The Dunmer said to himself sarcastically. He was starting to think that his mind may be going, seeing as he was talking to himself so much. Certain members of the group started to slip into the threshold, the last member he saw enter was an Altmer, he was tall and stood out quite a lot with his elegant armour. Still, if Dandel needed to fight for his life, armour wouldn't stop an arrow in the face killing someone. Thats my man, Dandel thought, trying to think about who to target. The Dunmer waited for the right moment, and when he thought no-one could notice him, Dandel stepped into the Fort. His tactics were not really very clever and were extremely risky, especially seeing as he was wearing big heavy boots, but in many situations Dandel would just make moves without thinking. He crept up behind the armour-cladded Altmer, got his arrow ready and spoke into his ear.

''Who the f*** are you? Why you here? If you or any of your little buddies here are bandits you better prepared to have an arrow straight through your f***ing skull.'' Dandel tried to sound as tough as he possibly could, he made his voice raspy and aggressive. But he wasn't really tough at all, but seemed to think it would work, even though if the Altmer took offence he could probably crush his little Dunmer head.

OOC: If you don't like my characters foward approach then just say so, oh and it may seem like a silly move but like I said it's meant to, Dandel likes to act like he's tough but he aint really. Oh and if someone posts about coming into the fort don't ignore this post, if you feel your character should do something then take action. Hit Dandel, talk to him, whatever really I don't mind. I give you permission to do something to my character as long as it makes sense.

Heinrich

"High Rock. 'Round Wayrest way, owned a nice farm, not too small 'n not too big. Blasted Empire took 't away, gave away to some noble ass. Bloody idiots, them, riding 'bout in their armor, buildin' manors on our land." Heinrich shrugged, looking at the Nord that had walked up. He saw no reason to lie - they were here to better the Empire, likely because all of them were, in one way or another, touched by this change in the way things were done. He was here with hope to be able to make himself a life better than that of a common outlaw; also because a larger group of people meant the Empire would have more trouble enforcing their ridiculously large taxes upon him. He didn't pay them anyway, but the problem with working alone was that in the case the Legion was out for you, it'd be far harder to stay alive than in a group.

And besides, not much reason to hide that. Lotsa' folks hate the Empire, 'cept I don't go blowing up things to show that. Some idiot's probably done that, or tried at least. No idea how things go here, wouldn't put 't beyond them. Crazy, the lot of them. Most a' them at least, who live here. Even a year after living in Cyrodiil, the yeoman had little idea how things were run in the Imperial Province, nor did he wish to find out - High Rock was closer to his heart, and that was the only place he really wanted to know about, or live in. Except he couldn't, not right now at least; there was no place for him there, but hopefully, if this 'change' the Khajiit promised was succesful, he could find himself some of that back in his old home.

"I'm Heinrich, by the way. 'Case you haven't heard me when we were talking with that Acerbus fellow."

As he walked ahead, Aryon heard something behind him. Turning around he saw another Dunmer behind the group threatening an Altmer. As much as he hated Altmer, he couldn't stand callous people like that Dunmer.

Breaking away from the lead he walked briskly towards the Dunmer. Although he was unarmed he knew he would be able to blast a fireball in the Dunmers face in an instant if he tryed something clever. "You got a problem take it outside" he bluntly spoke to the two. He knew this conflict had nothing to do with him and he didn't want to get involved but he knew that if this broke into a fight between the two then every other person would get involved, therefore slowing down there decent into this dark place.

Aryon braced himself in case of an attack and held his right hand beside him, ready to conjure a ball of fire if the Dunmer stranger decided to answer him with an arrow...

A Dunmer from up ahead obviously heard Dandel's voice. He wasn't armed and from first glance Dandel thought he would be able to take him, but still likely couldn't.

''You got a problem take it outside." The tall Dunmer spoke to him.
''Who the f*** you think you are aye? You come 'ere trying to tell me what 'ta do? If you wanna speak to me then answer what I asked this bastard. Who are you and what the f*** are you here for? Don't give me any sh*t, I want an answer. Maybe if you're nice, I'll be nice? That fair for you kinsmen?'' Dandel was really trying his hardest to sound like a tough guy, he stared into the other Dunmer's eyes, aspiring not to blink. He knew that he couldn't shoot, it just wasn't possible for him to mentally do so. But he needed to give off an effect that he wasn't pushover.

Dandel was starting to get the feeling that the people with him were not bandits, actually he was certain.

''Look if you're not bandits then just say so, alright?!'' Dandel waited on the Dunmer to reply.

"Do we look like bandits to you swi't?" Aryon replied to him, he could tell that the Dunmer was putting on the tought guy act, no strong man would talk like that "And don't even think of calling me your kinsman or I will blast you to the ashlands".

As much as Aryon didn't want to get involved in this dispute he couldn't stand to be mocked by such a fool like this man, that was one major weakness of his. He would need to deal with this situation differently from the 'last' arguement he had when he crossed the border from Morrowind into Cyrodiil in the north. A Khajiit was given him hassle for being a Dunmer, apparantly having something against the entire Dunmer race because only some enslaved his beast race. Now Aryon wasn't really xenophobic like much of his race but something about those beastly creatures itched at him and the mage couldn't hold back his anger and ended up conjuring up Golden Saint to deal with the creature swiftly. He of course didn't want to get his hands dirty and do the murser himself. If this cretin continued to act so ill-mannered then he may have to end this swiftly and continue with his goal.

As the group stated moving in, Elissandre joined the motion ? she wasn't eager to be the first to bump into whatever surprises might be lurking inside, but neither did enjoy the notion of closing the march. I'd rather have skins I can patch easier than mine take the brunt of any attack....

Which appeared to be a smarter move than she had expected when a late comer sneaked behind, holding the ebony-clad altmer at arrowpoint and yelling for explanations. More balls than brains if he expects much good of that... But I'm seeing enough death as a healer that I'm not eager to have even this idiot's one happening next to me... Espcially considering how things are turning out.

As he kept yelling, drawing all attention, she quietly whispered an incantation, releasing the strands of magic and wrapping them around him to seize his body into paralysis. Only for seconds, but long enough for her to take a few steps and take the arrow out of his fingers. Commenting in a mild and detached tone

"Let's not get carried over. I might be good with healing peoples, but I'd rather prevent them from getting hurt in the first place." Her tone shifted to something more scornful as she looked at the scrawny dunmer "We would make a rather weird bunch of bandits don't you think ? With half of us without armors worth mention and one wearing enough gold to equip a whole company. I'd suggest you start calming down and being nice if you want keep things polite. And tell us what you're after - you're the one who started issuing threats."

These strangers hadnt been in each others company long but already they were at each others throats, mainly the latest arrival a cocky dunmer with a bow and a bad mouth, his antics were supposedly meant to go unoticed by the group but when someone swears that much theres gonna be more than a few heads turn. Narkiorrou for one wasn't impressed as it drove attention away from himself and if anyone here were to be the attention craver it was going to be Narkiorrou. Without taking a moment to think about what happens when you strole straight up to a man holding a loaded bow Narkiorrou did just that, he just put one foot in front of the other and walked within a few feet of the two men with the most casual saunter.

"Who do you think you are ay? You cant just run up behind someone like that and hold a weapon at their throat!" he growled seemingly angrily. " You chose the wrong target ye darn fool, grab the girl... no-ones gonna save some random guy they just met but more than likely they'll care if you grab a hottie like that one over there!" he explained as he whipped a finger in Elissandre's direction.

"I thought archers were meant to be good at observation and yet it doesnt show in you Mr. Blindsight..." he jested while trying to keep a serious face on. "Honestly take a moment to look at your marks before making a move. It wont KILL ya." and with those final words he gave the man a friendly shove despite the conciquences.

OOC: you push i push back and have this work around Manu's post, like after the arrow pinch

The wizard was most impressed by the Bretons use of magic to paralyse the fool and seize his arrow from his bow "You see, cretin, you got lucky that this kind Breton decided not to kill you. Because I most certainly would have if you continued your idiotc antics further" he threatened the Dunmer just as he left paralysis.

However where one cretin lies, there is always another and the khajiit he saw earlier decided to gather more attention to himself and decided to push the Dunmer and taunt him "I have no time for such games" he spoke as he turned and followed behind the group, away from the two fools "Are you coming Breton? These fools surely aren't worth your time"


OOC: Edited due to my prioer confusion. I mean the Breton, not Altmer.

"I see," Larth said, seemed reasonable enough, "I'm not a firm believer in the Empire myself. Think it might be time for a new Empire. But then again, why else are we all here?" He chuckled. "Glad to meet you, Heinrich, I'm Larth."

Hearing some commotion outside, Larth took what he heard and instantly took the worst case scenario option.

"Aye, just heard someone cry bandit. We'd best see what in Oblivion's happening back there before that stupid Cat gets everyone killed." He turned to look back at the door. He didn't see any bandits, but then again the doorway didn't offer too big of a sight. A skirmish in here might not end well, but walking outside to get stuck in the head with an arrow wouldn't do either. He decided to wait a bit.

OOC: People! Please give some of the writers here a chance to get in the story!
I've been trying to write my intro involving a display of the state of the empire and my characters contribution to it's corrupt and rotten state before arriving at Blue Blood after a few hour march.

don't make me shorten it even more I already have to cut out the small combat demo and the dialogue between him and the corrupted smugglercaptain of a cargoship.

"Do we look like bandits to you swi't? And don't even think of calling me your kinsman or I will blast you to the ashlands.''
''Well in this world I have no f***ing reason to trust anyone. Don't make me go into that. Oh and you want to blast me into the ashlands huh? Well go ahead, I'll be mighty suprised if you do.'' Dandel replied back. ''And okay you're not bandits, whatever. Sorry for intruding but well it's the way I am. Oh and don't think of trying to get rid 'a me. I just trekked across the whole of bloody southern Cyrodill, and you aint the boss here, no-one is. Okay? Good.'' He knew that the Dunmer he was arguing with was resilient, there was no bother in trying to insult him.

All of a sudden an attractive Breton woman starting scornfully speaking down Dandel's ear. He wasn't really listening, getting told off wasn't exactly something he wanted to hear.
''Okay sure, whatever.'' He just replied, unmotionless. What he replied with probably didn't make sense to what she said to him.

It was then that Dandel caught note of the eccentric Khajit he saw earlier. He was clearly trying to have a go at him, which was fesible for the situation. Dandel was getting the feeling that the way he was going, he was going to get himself killed, he was not planning on making friends but he wanted to at least be neutral with them.

"I thought archers were meant to be good at observation and yet it doesnt show in you Mr. Blindsight...Honestly take a moment to look at your marks before making a move. It wont KILL ya."
''Okay whatever I'm sorry.'' Dandel tried to seem apologetic as possible. ''Look, I'm not here for conflicts okay. I take it you must be here for that Khajit, am I right? Well why else would you be all the way out here in this sh*thole? Look I've had a pretty rotten life so far, I just need to get to this Khajit, we all do. I know it's gonna be hard to just forget what I did just then, but please. It's best we try to work together. F*** it you won't wanna work with me, but I'm still gonna be looking for this guy okay.'' Dandel knew it would sound odd suddenly completely changing his way but he did actually mean it. He just desperatly needed to know the people.

OOC: This is going good guys, it's great RPing with you lot :goodjob:.

Edit: Bugger I missed the part about getting paralized :facepalm:.