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Grateful Pass Stables, Skingrad

Isriil ran his fingers through the dark brown mane of Kislah, his loyal chestnut steed of six years. With the sun setting in bright vibrant pinks and warming oranges, fading off against the baby blue skies, now was the coolest and most relaxing time to tend to the little things.

"It's been some time since we rode out into the country, huh love?" Isriil wispered in her ear as he began brushing the loose hair off her back and shoulders. Being in the pen with so many stallions had finally payed off. Her stomach began to bulge with the weight of young colt. With any luck he could have it broken and trained by the end of next Frostfall.
"I can't stand politics Kislah. I've seen plenty of it. I'm thinking of moving away from Cyrodiil. Maybe somewhere exotic. Valenwood would be nice. Or High rock. I could even." he stopped, as the sound of dry leaves crunching under heavily armored boots disturbed the serenity of the evening. "Isriil? Isriil Cantius?" the man in the polished steel armor asked, regretting to remove the steel helmet. Isriil stood and nodded. Good. They still only know my alias. he thought. Somewhat relieved. "I'm... Well, my name is unimportant. I need you to come with me." he said.

"I'm afraid that won't do my friend. See, I know why you've come. And it's clear your purposes for being here are as impure as the last seven who tried the same thing you're about to try. No, I won't show you it. You cannot have directions and I shall not find someone to lead you there. I'm the only one who can find it. And once again, I will not take you." Isriil now stood a bit closer to the armored man, who had the build of a Nord, but the voice of an Imperial. "Listen here Isriil, either you'll show me where it is or I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the scamps living in my basemant." The man's hand now rested on the hilt of the sword dangling at his side. Isriil couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the man's words. "That's exactly what the Orc said. And the Khajiit. And the Redguard. They are all withered corpses by now. You too will join them if you aren't careful with what you say next." his gaze tearing through the helmet the man wore, meeting his eyes and raising his blood pressure. "Well then, " he replied calmly. "It seems I have a choice to make."

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Ayumi, we had far too much pvssyr and spam on the last thread. If you wanna ask me something you'll have to PM me. And if you read what it says about the sun setting you'd know it was in the evening.

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The room was dark; Laurenne could barely see her hand in front of her face as she felt her way through the racks of ancient bottles and kegs of beer of the wine cellar. The only light came from a crack beneath the door that led into the main tavern. She could vaguely hear some faint music, and sounds of conversation from where she hid, the others were playing on without her. Good: That way her absence might not have been noticed although she doubted it. At best the little stunt would buy her a few more seconds before the enforcers found the wine cellar and then, eventually, her.

She’d noticed the pair almost as soon as they’d entered the tavern; a group of players hired by the landlord had been a man short and she’d offered her services in exchange for a cut of the fee. At the time it had seemed like a lucky break, she’d been struggling to find a room for the night in the city. The two thugs had arrived halfway through the performance, both armed, both wearing near identical leather armour and carrying clubs – armed to take her alive, after all they wouldn’t be able to extract much money from her corpse. There had been an intermission and she’d managed to slip away quietly, hoping to escape through some window leading into the wine cellar: Many inns had them, it was cheaper than torches and was useful for keeping the contents of the cellar from getting too hot during the summer. Unfortunately, there were none down here and so Laurenne was trapped, the two armed men feeling their way ever closer.

There was a bang as one of the men staggered over something, hitting one of the wine racks. A crash of bottles. Laurenne pressed herself further into the corner where she hid, cursing herself for leaving her equipment in the room; the sound had come from the centre of the room, if she was lucky she might be able to sneak past... But the men came ever closer, their heavy boots loud on the wooden slatted floor of what was little more than a cave with a few supports. It was agony, there in the dark.

“Come out dear, we won't hurt you”
The voice made Laurenne jump, up until then the pair had been silent. Evidently their search wasn't proving fruitful. She shuddered at the patronising tone, the thug was enjoying himself.

Suryn Athones stood on the edge of his farm looking down into the town of Skingard. Tomorrow he would take his harvest into town and sell it to the local merchants. Suryn turned to walk back to his house when he noticed a rider coming up the road toward his farm.

"Hail, are you Suryn Athones?" The rider called out.

He knows my real name, Suryn thought as he placed his hand at this side looking for his sword. It wasn't there because he left it inside while he harvested his wheat.

"Who is asking," Suryn called back.

"I am a messenger from Uresa Omoril. I was tasked with bringing you a message," The rider replied.

Uresa is still alive? That is great, Suryn thought before he answered, "Fine approach."

The messenger rode up and handed Suryn an envelope. Suryn read the letter then turned and looked up that the messenger who was still standing there, "Here." He filled the man a gold piece and headed back to his house.

"Are you an Ordinator?" The young Imperial asked as the Dunmer walked away from him.

"Imperial, if you want to live you see your next birthday I suggest you turn and leave now," The Ordinator replied.

"I am sorry Sire, I only noticed you Indoril boots," Suryn was wearing the Indoril boots with a shirt and pants. With that the messenger rode off into the distance.

"It is pronounced Sera," Suryn muttered under his breath, "Three years and now she makes contact with me. She is going to get both of us killed."

With that Suryn closed and locked the door to his home.

Isriil sighed to himself as the obviously young and foolish knight drew his sword and stood at the ready. "It's a shame you cannot realize how arrogant you're being young knight. Your time would be better spent in the arena. I'm sure someone of your strength and might could find much more in that. Rather then attacking defenseless nobles."
"Bah! Defenseless? The House and everyone of it's members knows about you Isriil. You could've outdone the Seer if you wanted to."
The knight lowered his blade and removed his steel helmet. Revealling a scarred, young face, with a hardened expression of determination and something else. Something Isriil couldn't quite label. Will perhaps. Or maybe something much more deeper than that. "I must admit. The fact that the House labels me as such a dangerous individual seems more apalling than a compliment. While I was in the House I was nothing but a liability. Then they send me out on some scouting mission and I discover something far more rare than anything they've ever dreamed of. And I become a saint! Disgusting!" Isriil spat with a frown. "It's simple young one. Leave now. Go to the House and tell them I will not surrender it's location. Not until my name is forever forgotten. Go straight to the Seer and tell her I will no longer cower under the robes and silks of a false title."

The knight and Isriil held their gaze for what seemed like hours. Finally the knight spoke first. "My name is Gilliand. I was sent here not to recieve information from you, but as punisment for misrepresenting the House. I have damaged the House of the Gold Kanet's name. The Seer was angry enough with the loss of her second-in-command. My treason only further enraged her. I..."
"Do not speak Gilliand. I have heard enough. I suppose if you return to the House you'll surely be killed. Perhaps you and I can make a deal..." Isriil said, shrugging his brow.

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