OOC: I think I like where everything is going so far. =p

I'm going to work on getting in our new member, Jonasvault, with my next post and I also think it should add an interesting scenario. We'll see.

P.S. JonasVault also brought a great concept to my head. His idea was that all high-ranking Bloodseekers can be recognized by a red cape. I think we'll stick with that idea.

"Excuse me, kind sir, but do you know the couple that were just here? The man is a good friend of mine, you see, and I wanted to meet his new lady friend. If you know what I mean."

Maelus turned to see a Bosmer, dressed in rich, posh clothing. Maelus chuckled a little as well at the Bosmer, before smiling.
"I am afraid I don't. I was just, er-" He stopped. He did not know how to word the next part. Cleaning the sewers? That'll have to do."-Ah yes, cleaning the sewers, thats it." Maelus didn't sound convincing, and he knew the elf didn't believe him. Yet he still carried on; "I was just asking that couple what happened here, I heard shouting and horns. Shall we discuss this over a drink?"

He motioned towards the Talos Inn, where the couple went. Slowly, he began walking towards it, hoping the Bosmer would follow. "First ones on me!" He carried on towards the inn, he needed to converse with the cloaked man. He stopped at the door, waiting for the Bosmer to catch up before he went in.

OOC: Sorry if it's a bit short, I don't wanna rush ahead of Dr Strangelove

OOC: Of course Sounds good guys.


IC: "I am afraid I don't. I was just, er- ah yes, cleaning the sewers, thats it." The Imperial paused, and Maglir looked at him skeptically. But before he could reply, the man continued, "I was just asking that couple what happened here, I heard shouting and horns. Shall we discuss this over a drink?"

Maglir was not one for alcohol, though he would gladly fake drinking it to gather information. Especially if that information was regarding a beautiful woman or the Bloodseekers; and from the looks of the trio, the latter seemed likely.

Maglir smiled once more, "Certainly, my friend, that sounds delightful."

The man began walking towards the inn, Maglir following right behind rubbing his palms together eagerly. The man called back over his shoulder, "First one's on me!"

"No need, my friend, but that is very nice of you." Maglir walked up beside the man, stopping outside the inn's door, "What did you say your name was again?"

While Maglir was waiting for an answer, he took the oppurtunity to open the door with a flourish. He resisted the urge to look around inside for the woman, and politely waited for an answer, his blue eyes shining into the man's.

Faolin finished putting on the last of his shining armor. He had only gotten a few hours of sleep and it was already noon. He groaned, exiting his tent and heading to a clearing in the middle of the Bloodseeker camp. There, ten Bloodseeker soldiers stood at attention in front of Kane.

"Ah, Faolin, there you are. These will be your personal escorts." Kane said with a smile and a raised eyebrow, gesturing towards the men.

"So where is it?" Faolin asked approaching Kane with a handshake. As they shook hands, Kane handed Faolin a scroll with his free hand, and put his mouth to Faolin's ear.

"Remember, head straight to White Gold Tower. Once you're there, go straight to Chancellor Ocato." Kane said in Faolin's ear. "Oh and two more things, one: Make sure you hurry back before Chancellor finishes reading the scroll or else there may be trouble. And two: Don't fail, or Rosewood will have your head."

"I don't fail." Faolin said, leaning back and reverting to normal posture. "Men, head out." Faolin yelled, cupping his hands to his mouth. The ten soldiers turned around and set out on a small path, their armor clinking almost in harmony.

"Oh, and before I forget. A special guest will be joining you today, Nelos Fyr. Have fun." Kane said, pointing to man standing in the distance.

Nelos Fyr? The famous one who returned alive from that deadly ashlands expedition? This should be interesting. Faolin headed over to the man, greeting him.

"Greetings, Nelos. I assume you have already been told our mission today? The name is Faolin, but of course you probably already know that." Faolin had never honestly met Nelos, but he knew Nelos was also a high ranking member, due to his red cape. A red cape is the symbol of authority in the Bloodseekers. As Faolin waited for a reply, he gripped the scroll in his hand, remembering what it said.

It was a warning, a warning of an upcoming siege.

OOC: That's your cue, Jonas.

OOC: My gosh I'm so giddy right now! ...

IC: Nelos was basking in the glowing sunlight and the warmth of the midday sun, it was his favorite part of the day next to Dusk. Nelos had arrived in the camp not but two hours ago from the fringes of Morrowind. He was to be meeting up with another Officer of the Bloodseekers and was to accompany him to Chancellor Ocato within the Imperial City. The tall Dunmer was drinking in the scenery, hand gripped tightly on his Halberd, the weight of his ornate silver claymore laying heavily on his back. It was a good day to arrive.

Behind him he heard the clinking of armor as ten Bloodseekers began to move to the edges of the camp, Our escorts no doubt?, thought Nelos. Then he heard a voice behind him, Nelos turned to see the face of the other officer, named Faolin. Nelos had heard a bit about the man, and was overall glad to meet him, although Nelos' face didn't show it.

"Greetings, Faolin. I have heard little of you, but enough to know of you work among the Bloodseekers. I rather look forward to my service here, alongside you and these other fine soldiers." Nelos said to his new acquaintance, in his raspy voice associated with the Ashland Dunmer of Vvardenfell.

"I suppose we ought to make haste, I here Ocato is impatient? Besides, we wouldn't want to keep the prey waiting now would we?" By 'prey' Nelos meant the hellspawn that he was so fond of hunting and killing. Truly, he loved his line of work, and joked about his 'prey' as if they were mice. But Nelos did keep a healthy respect for the undead and those who seek to control them, he just hates them is all.

"Anyways, Faolin, I shall let you lead the way." With the final comment, Nelos donned his Dragon Helm and prepared to head into the city with Faolin, thinking of what monsters lay inside... and in what way would be best to dispatch the nightmares.

"Excellent then. We should hurry, our escorts are ahead." Faolin said, forcing a slight smile out of respect. While he was pleased to meet another officer of the Bloodseekers, he had a hard time showing emotions, particularily, those related to happiness. He led the way, going to the outer rim of the camp and heading off on a small trail. Their escorts were not too far ahead.

His mithril armor gleaned in the sunlight and he checked to make sure his cape was fastened correctly. Faolin rested his left hand on his hilt and motioned towards Nelos with his other. "So tell me about yourself Nelos." Even though Nelos didn't look young, Faolin could tell there was a sense of wisdom about him, wisdom that could only be obtained through decades of experience.

Faolin could see the White Gold Tower now, poking over the top of the trees. He waited for Nelos to answer, listening to the steady, clink, of his crossbow and bolts.

OOC: sorry about not posting I have been working my ass off for cash, and I checked the map of oblivion, and fang I dont give a damn what you think



BEFORE DAWN

Martin knew that the sun was coming soon and that he wouldn't make it to shelter if he carried the nord so he put him in the shadows of a bush and sneaked his way into a man hole. Inside the sewer martin found a nice place to rest but it was used by a bandit so he did the thing every vampire would do; bite him.

When martin was done svcking the blood of the bandit he removed his body from the makeshift bed and rested for a short while.


DAWN

Martin awoke to a glair of light from one of the half open man holes he knew it was dawn by the way the light was shining. Martin knew he could go outside his cloak could shield his skin from the sunlight and his hood could protect his head. He shrouded his skin as best as he could and went up though the manhole.

It was indeed dawn and the streets were still bloody but most of the gore was cleaned, by the way things looked he was in the market district . Martin walked to the nearest place for a nice sit down meal it was called the "feeding bag". When he was inside he took a seat and called for a bartender.

"One beer please" martin called not reveling his face

Martin got his beer and sat there drinking thinks about his next move

OOC: Sorry, for the OOC post. Ringman, just so no one is confused or anything, we are going to assume the Nord you bit was not the same one as Darkom. And please, no flames Ringman. I know you were just defending yourself, but it's better if you leave it alone. If you want to reply to me, PM me.

OOC: No ists a random bandit and its not flameing if your not mad I just dont give a damn! =)

Nelos followed the officer to the brink of the camp and through the small trails, meeting up with the escort and moving steadily through the woods. The landscape was still bathed in a cool sunlight, the tip of the White Gold Tower just showing over the tree tops. Nelos' cape swayed behind him as he trudged beside Faolin, who he had noticed wasn't much for showing emotion, that or he was just terribly bored.

Eventually, Faolin asked Nelos about himself. A bit of a vague question in Nelos' mind, but one he would answer for the sake of not being rude and just for the conversation until they reached the City.

"Well, I've been a knight from the time I could walk, and I've hunted the unholy for decades... ever since... " Nelos trailed off, not wanting to bring back all the suppressed memories of that ungodly ashland expedition. He took off his helmet so he could speak more openly, and he caressed the scar across his left eye, a brief memory coming back to him.

"Anyways, I suppose I've just been a bit of a Witchhunter all my life, perhaps too much. But its all I know how to do, so I stick this style of life, despite what others have said. Not to mention, there is never a short supply of vampires, necromancers, witches, or werewolves to hunt." Hunt, Nelos' favorite word, "Hunting the creatures is always a good time for me, now I don't mean as a hobby or sport, but as a job just like any other, and hunting them commands a great deal of respect... some of which I learned the hard way in my early years."

Nelos spoke the last words with a slight chuckle, remembering more than a few foolhardy mistakes he'd made as a young Witchhunter. He then reached behind his cloak, on his belt where Truesilver hung, his enchanted crossbow crafted by the finest Dunmeri smiths in Mournhold, capable of firing 2 bolts simultaneously.

"This, my favorite weapon, accurate and deadly all the same. Its a hell of a thing to reload in a pinch, but never fails me." He put the crossbow back in its holster and then turned to Faolin, keeping pace with him and talking.

"But honestly, I'm going on about myself when I know nothing of you. How did you get here, Faolin?" asked Nelos.

"But honestly, I'm going on about myself when I know nothing of you. How did you get here, Faolin?" asked Nelos.


Vivid memories flashed in his mind, horrible images of his family sprawled on the floor in their own blood. Faolin flinched with a disgusted look on his face. He caught himself quickly and looked to the side, letting out a fake cough.

"I grew up with a hate for vampires." was all he could say. "That's what got me here. That, my excellent marksmanship, and my skill with a blade." He looked at the sky for a second. "I don't enjoy my job, but it is satisfying, ridding the world of the hellish creatures that inhabit it. I'm sorry, I don't like to talk about my past." He looked down at Nelos's specially crafted crossbow.

"I see your a fan of the crossbow too, then. Later when we have time you will have to tell me more about that. I've heard of crossbows capable of firing multiple bolts, but I have never seen one."

They approached the main gates of the Imperial City, where instead of a guard doing his duty, there was a Bloodseeker. The Bloodseeker nodded at the group as they began to walk into the large city.

"I have to warn you, it may be a bit gruesome in here. That won't bother you will it?" Faolin said with a wink. His best emotion was humor. They walked in to find dead bodies laid on the streets. The stench was unbearable. "Pfft," he made a mocking sound. "such a sorry excuse for a city now." Faolin continued into the city. Hopefully this will go as planned without any interruptions.

Martin was drinking his beer when the bartender started to talk.

"So mister were you in the battle last night" he said

"Yes yes I was" martin said under his breath

"I cant believe those bloodseekers just opening fire on the people they even set a camp up outside town" the bartender said

Martin thought to himself about the camp he mite be able to kill some bloodseekers without a fight. Martin thanked the bartender and headed out keeping his skin away from the sun. Martin could see the bodies off men and women it was awful but to martin it was a grand smell to a vampire lord it was like a feast like no other but sadly he couldn't expose him self to the bloodseeker guards so he casualy walked by them holding himself in and avoiding the guards.

Martin was about a hundred feet from the main imperial gate many bodies lay on the ground and guards line the ally and streets. Then he could see the bloodseeker that he was fighting last night with another man martin just wanted to get out of the city so he decided not to attack anyone.

"Keep your cool martin don't expose yourself" martin said to himself

OOC: So it's noon then, according to Blue's post?

IC:

Lliryn, Imperial City

Lliryn walked wearily through the streets of the large city, his mind still racing from last nights riot and close encounter with the Bloodseeker. Thankfully, his chameleon spell had been sufficient to conceal him from unfriendly eyes as he made his way out of the city to spend the night in a small in on the outskirts of the city, checking in on Sorian before heading back to the city the next morning. His main mission when he had come in last night was to meet a man who was going to sell him an ancient tome, but Lliryn obviously had been stopped and now he had to track the man down and find him.

The city was in a state of shock, as many who had been safely in their houses during the night, awoke to carnage and bodies still in the streets, especially around the stage where those men had been speaking to the people of the city. the Necromancer had no idea where to start looking for the seller of the tome, but at the moment, his mind was occupied by the Bloodseekers and how much they had actually influenced Cyrodiil. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of threat they might pose to his lair, so close to a camp that had apparently been set up outside of the city.

He wanted answers, and he wanted them now as he made his way back towards the gates of the City. A group of red-clad, armed men caught his good eye immediately, as did the fact that they all walked with a purpose, something that the wise mer did not miss.

He checked himself over once, looking at the deep blue robes that he wore for coming into cities, and tried not to appear to guilty looking before walking nearby the group, his eyes falling on the two at the front who led the rather large group of Bloodseekers through the gates.

He walked casually towards them, stooping over a little more than usual. He stopped near them, and began looking around idly with a fake smile painted on his face as he pretended to admire the scenery of the dirty city. He wanted answers and with two men who looked important, he figured who else to better provide answers, as he followed them closely, but still looking around pleasantly as a bird flew by, his ears turned towards the men to listen to their conversation.

Nelos noticed the Bloodseeker officer wince when he asked him about his past. All that was revealed was that he hated vampires and loved marksmanship, Nelos could relate to both. Then Faolin commented on Truesilver, which made Nelos proud, he was always a humble Dunmer but when someone asked about the enchanted crossbow, Nelos was never afraid to boast.

A while later, a warning was given about the conditions of the inner city, followed by a wave, a stench that Nelos knew all too well... Death. The city streets were caked with blood, even some bodies remained, most completely drained of blood. Nelos was filled in on the atrocity that Rosewood committed by killing innocent citizens.

Nelos hated the death of innocents just as much as living vampires. As they continued along the path, Nelos had began to spot numerous night-crawlers who were awful at hiding their true nature. Gaunt faces, pale flaky skin, bloodshot eyes or red iris', and wearing long cloaks in the middle of a hot day. But Nelos was not about to fight, this trip was about planning, not fighting.

Nelos did notice a strange Dunmer, somewhat hunched over, who was trailing the small party of Bloodseekers. The mer wasn't a vampire, but years of hunting the unholy told Nelos that this Dunmer was a dark being and up to no good. So Nelos leaned close to Faolin, being as discreet as possible.

"A Dunmer is following us, I can't tell why, but I don't like him. Any ideas?"

The door was opened for her. She stepped inside, the sound of her heels echoed through the closed and quiet space; she received stares of all kind. The lustful stares from the men, the envious stares from the women..this was nothing new to her, however, and she didn't even give them a second glance. The servant lead her to a table in the back, away from all of the eavesdroppers so they could talk freely. Jentina sat herself upon the chair and tucked it under the table, her leg lifting up and resting upon the other. She looked over the man intently.

"The sun is something I have not wished to shine on me for decades." His pale face emerged from the hood of his cloak, revealing itself freely to her. Her eyebrows lifted, and she remained silent for second. Just as she was about to speak, he cut her off. "I do not hate or fear the sun, but it is something I cannot handle anymore." The vampire stared right into her eyes; and she stared right back. She wasn't intimidated.

"Now lets get down to the quick business I have with you, and that is; what you can tell me about the riots and Bloodseekers. What happened earlier this morning? And why did the Bloodseekers attack the civilians?" Jen's lips pursed, her eyes widened slightly. Is this all he wanted from her? Information? Well two could play at that game.

"First off, why don't you tell me exactly who Y-" He cut her off again. " "Your words must be quick as I have prior engagements to make with my master." Her mouth remained agape, Jentina's expression becoming agitated. The little firecracker was about to go off again. "Unless you want a pretty little splinter to drive through your heart, I'd suggest you let me talk. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

"This morning..I..I was only minding my own business when I came upon some..riot at the center of town. Being foolish, I walked closer to find out what was going on. That's when everything went crazy. These people?actually opened fire on the crowd of unarmed people.." Jentina shook her head, her eyes drifting to the other side of the room.

"Arrow got me right in my gut..then another shot into my shoulder..and that..that's when I just had to teach them a lesson. I mean, I admit I got a little carried away, yes..but in my mind I was only doing the right thing. I only killed the people who had shot me and all their little friends." She nearly whispered; she didn't need the bad attention right now.

Her eyes falling back onto the Vampire, she leaned in a little closer to him. "There are people pacing outside, and coming in looking at me strangely.."

"A Dunmer is following us, I can't tell why, but I don't like him. Any ideas?" Nelos whispered.

Faolin looked behind them at the strange dunmer. Nelos was right. "We'll wait to see what he does. When he leaves, we'll send one of our men to follow him." Faolin whispered back. "Either that, or we pray that he's stupid enough to attack us." Faolin said, winking again at Nelos.

Faolin and Nelos continued to lead their men to the White Gold Tower. Soon enough, they were there. Imperial guards threw stange looks and insults at the Bloodseekers as they walked into the building. They walked down a couple halls, their armor echoing down the passages as they walked. There was a sense of authority about them.

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The Chancellor sat at a large round table with other council members.

"Chancellor Ocato, what about the taxes?" an Imperial asked.

"Not right..." their meeting was interrupted as ten Bloodseekers quickly filed into the room, going into formation.

So far so good.. Faolin thought. He cleared his throat, "Chancellor Ocato. I am here to present this treaty to yours truly." he said with a smirk. Instead of the formal treaty reading, which was expected, he tossed the scroll to the Chancellor. The Chancellor clumbsily caught it and yanked it open. "Nelos, we are leaving now." he mumbled. "Men, head out!" They could hear the Chancellor in the background skimming through the paper as they filed out.

"Hey, you can't do this! I won't agree! You're waging war with all of Cyrod..." the Chancellor's voice was cut off as the Bloodseekers closed the large meeting room door behind them.

"Well, how do you think that went Nelos?" Faolin said, as they left the White Gold Tower behind them. Hopefully they would not get interrupted on the way back.

The vampire looked at the woman, smirking as she made the remark of people pacing outside and walking inside. His blood red eyes and entire face, were once again hidden by his cloaks hood, so they would not notice his features. He hated it when people looked in his direction, the shadows and dimly lit hallways of the castle were much more to his liking. But before he turned to look back at the woman, he noticed another figure wearing a cloak similar to his own. The figure stood in the doorway for a moment before pulling down its hood. The servant quickly realized, it was his own master: Hermann. He was shocked to see him master here, rather than waiting for him at the castle.

"Sir." The servant said motioning to the Hermann in the cloak. Quickly Hermann took notice and walked over, smiling at his fine servant and the woman. "I was not expecting you here, master. What brings you out in the day?"

"Fair business I have with a particular man." Hermann said looking at the servant, before turning to the woman. "I am sorry for my interruption miss. Please excuse my rudeness, I am Hermann von Kesselring. And this man is my fair servant, I assume you are someone he has come to making contact with?" Hermann said with his long blonde hair sitting on his shoulders. He held out his hand, and gently took hers. Bowing as he gave her a little kiss on the back of the hand. He could smell her blood running through the veins.

"I will excuse you now master, you and this lady must know more than I. Has the carriage been brought?" The servant asked Hermann.

"Yes, and I will not be needing it so you may take it. Thank you Renfield." Hermann said smiling, and turning his attention back to the woman. "And what is your name? And what information have you given young Renfield?"

The two sat silently alone in the corner, Renfield hurrying off back outside with his cloak covering him once more before making his way back to the carriage. Hermann was now dressed in quite the nobleman's outfit, the green suede went well with his looks; which were a bit shadowed by the dark corner.

Nelos simply followed Faolin's advice, they kept on walking down the streets towards the White Gold Tower and the Palace Gardens. The old Dunmer following them the whole way, something about him gave Nelos a sense of dread, of some deep sadistic evil. Finally the Palace Gardens of Green Emperor Way were reached.

The party of unwelcome Bloodseekers simply stormed past the guards, who were unable to stop them even if they wanted to, after all the Bloodseekers did have a mission and a duty to fulfill in the name of everything just for Tamriel's sake. Inside the Council Chambers, a discussion was interrupted as Faolin tossed the scroll to a startled Ocato.

"Hey, you can't do this! I won't agree! You're waging war with all of Cyrod..." were the last words the Bloodseekers heard from the Chancellor as the giant wooden doors slammed behind them. Faolin asked Nelos what he thought of the short, yet satisfying, ordeal.

"I thought it went quite well, however I must wonder... what exactly was on the scroll? I had only a quick glance at it when I first came to the camp, but tell me when we reach private quarters, as our little friend is still following us." Nelos made a motion off to the shadows, the old Dunmer still oh so casually strolling near the two officers, hunched over.

"Maelus, Maelus Harrismar," the Imperial took a bow, smiling. "Now come! We shall discuss things further over some fine chicken!" Almost drooling at the thought of the chicken from the Imperial farms, he stepped into the inn, scanning the area. It was quite the usual, not too busy, not too quiet. Next to the door, a pair of bald men were arm wrestling over a massive pint of Tappim Bitter. Maelus just scowled a little. Such brutality, just over a drink?

Turning, he noticed a couple eating cheap inn food over some wine. The man had long hair, and common, clothes, similar to his. the woman was quite, lets say, average. She was not ugly, but not the most beautiful either. He scanned his eyes over to the next table, and saw a group of Imperial Watchmen drinking ale, by the gallon. He also noticed some average men, shouting and screaming their lungs out. Most likely a celebration of scaring the Bloodseekers away. He would have joined them, if matters were different.

But were were the man and woman? They woulden't be upstairs, that was the Innkeeper's house, practically. He scanned the room again, everything the same. He walked over to the bar, glancing back at the Bosmer, signaling him over. Carrying on, he arrived at the bar. There were two people there; an old man, dressed in leather, with a mighty beard covering his chest, with long, scraggy hair at the back. The other was a simple barmaid, a Nord, dressed in simple wench clothes.
"Let me guess, a bitter?" the Nord asked. She wasn't breathtakingly beautiful, like the woman on the street floor, but for a Nord, she wasn't too bad. Similarly to the men celebrating, if circumstances were different he may have asked her for a drink. But he had to find out who that man was, it was really bugging him now...

"No thanks. Have you seen a couple walk in here? Cloaked man, wrapped in lots of clothes, with a woman?" Maelus asked, a smile on his face.
"Ah yes, the woman who was dressed like a harlet?" There was spite in the Nord's voice now; jealous no doubt. "Not supposed to tell you if they go there, but she went in that room over there. I think there's shady dealings..."
Maelus just smiled, and interrupted before she could drone on longer. "Thanks kind miss, here is a tip." Maelus tossed a few Septims on the counter, and walked to where the Bosmer was standing. "I believe you, um, 'lady friend' is in the back room. Shall we?" Maelus motioned towards the back door. "I never got your name either," he finished.

OOC: Sorry if I got the pub description wrong =/

Martin walked right past the two bloodseekers hearing one say someone was following them he didn't show his face and for that he graduated himself. As he was heading out he almost forgot something, his family. Martin knew that his family was buried in the city because they were a rich family. Martin turned back and made sure that he didn't make the bloodsvckers suspect he was doing something wrong.

Martin made to white gold tower were the tombstones are he looked for his name and he found it. The vanderline family hade they own section in the garden it was beautiful but sad. Martin walked along his family tombstones looking at his whole family, he took out his ebony dagger and slit his palm and let the blood flow to the buried bodies of his family for a vampires blood is the only thing he could offer.

"I am sorry ? I'm so sorry" martin said

Martin walked back to the gates telling the guards to open them up. After the gates opened martin walked out of the city and didn't look back.

I removed this post for lots of reasons.

OOC: im guessing thats me?

Martin was outside the city when he was surrounded by bloodseekers and the man was leading them

"Such heavy cloak you are wearing there." he said sarcastically. "Are you naturally cold? Or is there something else you would like to tell us?" Faolin let out a laugh

Martin didn't answer he was almost out of city lines so he just walked trying to see a way out.

"ANSWER ME OUR ANSWER TO MY BOW" the man yelled

Martin did not answer again.

"IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT" the leader cried

Martin sprung up as if he hade springs on his shoes. The leader loaded his crossbow and made a shot it barley missed his face , martin landed right behind the man and ran for the woods. The bloodseeker leader was outraged he ordered three men to run after him but martin wasn't afraid.

He unsheathed his ebony sword and stabbed one of them in the stomach making him cough up blood, the other man almost crushed him with a mace but martin weaved his way behind him and cracked his neck in half. The last man rose his sword in front of martin but he grabbed the blade and made cut the mans head off with it.

Martin ran into the woods out of sight of the men and their leader thankful for being alive.

OOC: Uhh ringman, I think that scene was... well I can't think of what to say but it didn't seem right, I mean I didn't even get to post or do anything AND you controlled Faolin's character, while killing 3 Bloodseeekers in the blink of an eye :blink:

OOC: Ok, this got a little out of hand. Strangelove had some good points and I'm going to remove my last post from the RP and edit it. Also, Ringman, you are now officially out of this RP. I'm afraid you don't have much experience at RPing. You disobeyed the rules many times now and ignored my previous warnings. Please do not be angry at me, it's just hard to RP with a much much less experienced Rper and you are confusing people. Also, please do not reply back with flames, I have given you a some contructive reasons.

And now we shall finally meet, my fellow creatures of the night


IC: Maglir waited patiently by the door while Maelus went to the counter. At first the Bosmer thought he was ordering drinks, but he quickly realized he was finding the location of the beautiful woman. 'A harlet? Honestly, some women just don't know how to appreciate beauty.'

The Imperial came back to where Maglir was standing, having finished his transaction with the barmaid, "I believe your, um, 'lady friend' is in the back room. Shall we?" He said, motioning to the door, "I never got your name either."

"Ah, my apologies, good sir. I am Maglir; just Maglir. Actor extraordinare, and hopeless romantic." He recited with a flourish, bowing low to the ground as he did so. He looked back into the Imperial's eyes with a large smile, "Well then, let us hope we don't intrude upon anything."

Just as Maglir was about to begin walking, an extravagently dressed man entered before him. After a short, muffled conversation, the cloaked man he had seen earlier walked back out, rushing past Maglir and his Imperial friend on his way to the street.

The Bosmer noticed that the blonde man had left the wooden door ajar, a perfect opurtunity to "accidently" step in. Struck with the idea, he turned to his companion, "Well, it seems a new face has made an appearance. Nonetheless, the seductress from the street is still inside, and thus I am compelled to carry on. Come now, before the window, or should I say door, of oppurtunity closes." He finished with a small laugh, the formal speech he usually reserved for woman tickling his tongue.

The elf once more began to walk towards the door, listening closely for any signs of danger within.


OOC: Any of you three can have us enter the room