OOC: Now now my impatient friend do you think i'd abandon me mind child so easily? I've been having an absolutly terbulant time trying to get settled into university, its not hard, its not lonely. I've made lots of friends and im afraid to say that i've been wasted every night.. But unfortunately the accomodation services designated me a room which the socket for the internet cable has been pulled off the wall, so until that gets fixed, frequent posts will be an infrequent thing now, to march on with some story telling and a long overdue plot push. and yes, bed time is due in the city of nocturnal creatures and what not

EDIT: Wont be able to get my post in tonight, maybe tommorow if im lucky but im packing again for uni and its really busy hear. I will allow character controle of artemis up until he is shown his room by Alsan and goes to bed, after that do what you like. Its free form, i'll do something to move the story in a day or two when i have access to the universities library just need my student card.

Artemis

Artemis barely acknowledged the hand patting him on the shoulder, he sat in numb shock. His mind was reeling through the past events, each play through slower and slower, he could see the shock and fear in Sadi's face as she implored him to help her. He didn't reach her in time, he failed.

But she wasn't dead. She was in prison, even the greatest of prisons have had break outs. What Artemis had to do was break in, but he had no magic to speak of, he couldn't take credit for another mages spell casting, the battle mages would instantly sense the magical signatures from the caster, and none from Artemis.

"A bed, yes." he said numbly, just to break the silence as a few other people approached.

Kitten? Artemis thought to himself as the woman, Morgana, Spoke.

"My dear lady, I don't mean to be rude, but if I hear you call my sister anything so redundant again im afraid I will be forced to boil the flesh from you're feet and force you to walk through a pit of salt." He spat, springing to his feet, looking to vent his rage. He looked at the woman with increased dislike. To say she had lost her memory she seemed a little to sure of her self, he felt as if she was patronising him every time she spoke. "Im sorry Alsan, you're a good man, if you wish to help, seek me out at the bloated float in a few days time after I have gathered information. Until then I must politely decline you're offer, if I have to remain in the company of this woman any longer im afraid I will need a cage, Again"

With that he span on his heels, walking down the high street, dropping the two rusted swords to the floor. He had no use for them, they would do little against what ever he had to fight. Silver it seemed, judging by the vampires in the underbelly of the market district. Would be his weapon of choice.

After a few choice short cuts and more than a few filthy looks from the guards, Artemis made his way through the Imperial city, into the water front.

The sun was making its dwindling journey east, it looked almost as if it was dousing its own flames in distant sea's, as of yet unknown to the Imperials. The light was a welcome thing, the few hours in the sewers felt like an eternity of darkness now he looked back on it, at the time it seemed to fly by in a blur. But now it slowly trailed through his mind, each key event larger than the more mundane.

The goblins, the hidden room. The cavernous library, the vampires. The man in a glass tank? What did this all mean? What was the purpose of this mans experiments. Surely he was not another man seeking immortality, for that necromancy seemed to be the tried and tested method for sure. It was something else, something darker and far more sinister. He could feel it. He had to save Sadi before the man succeeded.


Sadi

A bucket of ice seemed to wash over her as she materialised in a large circular hall, she stood in the centre of an intricate detailed mosaic picture, she recognized it. The name escaped her, but she had a inkling feeling that it was the symbol for the patron god and creator of magic, but she could not be sure.

It was a strange room, only the floor was lit up, the walls around her where covered in deep shadows, she could only just make out the silhouettes of red robed men stood around the room, each one had their faces hidden from sight.

"The crime?" a deep cold voice echoed out from in front of Sadi, she squinted through the darkness to see a man sat upon a handsome red velvet throne, he wore light blue rubes, trimmed with gold. Who ever he was, he seemed to like luxury, and apparently he damned the expense.

"Unsanctioned use of Magical energy." another voice answered. Sadi did not look for its owner, she was transfixed on the blue robed man.

"What is known?" He said again, his cold voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Naught but their names, the girl is Sadi Draconis. The mage is Jon Are'undus."

At this Sadi span around to see the man who invaded her mind stood next to her, he wasn't anxious or scared to look at. He actually looked bored.

"Bastard!" She cried, flinging herself towards him, her delicate hands balled into fists. She didn't make contact, she was flung upon the floor by some invisible force. Sadi looked up at the man, he hadn't moved an inch, but he was now smiling. A cruel smile.

"Shield spells, inverted to work against the occupants of the spell, rather than protect them."

"Don't speak to me! Y- You monster! What have you don? Where am I?"

"Silence girl, allow the fools to make their judgement." He drawled, still not looking at her.

"What was this man not gagged?" The blue robed man asked? Leaning forward into the light to reveal for the first time his face. He was handsome, a red guard with a whispy white beard. Unlike any imperial man his age, he did not show it. He still looked young and whole, save for a few lines around his deep brown eyes.

"We dared not approach, he slayed eight of us with a single spell. His magical powers are immense Arch Magister."

The red guard contemplated the words with obvious curiosity. Eying the man with hungry eyes. It seemed he sensed potential.

"Let them rot in spell hold. Send them to the Island. I do not wish to hear about them again."

"Yes my lord." one of the mages said before pacing over to Sadi and grasping her arm.

She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came. Instead another wave of cold dread and then darkness.




OOC: Now if you're hell bent on finding this guy, you need to find information. BSparrow will be the Mod for this RP is she still wishes to be so. dont do anything drastic. I dont mind you finding out snippets of info, but anything big should come directly from one of either my own or BSparrows posts.

If you're strugelling just follow her lead or ask her what is cool to do if i dont get back to you.
@BSparrow: if you're reading this and thinking "OMG, dont say that, i dont know where the story is headed!" Im Pming you with a more detailed time line of future events im planning on

Alsan looked back at Artemis, one eyebrow raised at the lad as he went on about the woman. The noble looked between the young man and the woman, before shrugging. "Suit yourself. I personally don't see what you are on about, but if you wish to be elsewhere I can't stop you." He said simply, and it seemed his words fell on deaf ears anyways as the man turned and left without another word.

Alsan watched him go, sighed, and then looked to Morgana. "Well, we'll have to search for him in the morning. I'm dirty, tired, and in need of a new weapon. Shall we?" He motioned towards the bridge with a smile, before he proceeded to cross it and walk into the Elven Gardens district. he didn't have to walk far before he stopped in front of a three story marble building, looking at it with a comforted grin. Next to it was a two story marble building of similar stylized design. His home.

However, Alsan moved to the door of the King and Queen, and opened it instead, holding it open for Morgana.

ooc- Yeah, you could not possibly have chosen a worse time to throw the reins at me. Ah, well. I'm back now, so let's get this chariot back on the road(thank you FC4 :hugs: )

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Morgana kept her face still as Artemis said his piece to her and walked away, although she couldn't stop herself from cocking a hip and putting a hand on it. She had just offered to help save his precious little kitten--a declaration which went very much against her nature thank-you-very-much--so who in Oblivion cared what she wanted to call the damsel in distress? Apparently, Artemis did. Ungrateful moron.

Nonetheless, she brushed it from her mind as Artemis walked away. She spared a glance at the other person who had taken up Alsan's offer (the pottymouth... he'd been rather quiet throughout the ordeal, so she hadn't come to any real conclusions about him yet), then turned her attention back to the nobleman as he addressed her. "Much obliged." Then, she followed him through the city. She considered asking him about the various sights and oddities around them, but decided that she could take the tour another time... after she'd had a meal and a bath.

She struggled not to laugh to herself as Alsan opened the door into the inn, ever the gentleman, even while he was covered in goblin blood and smelled of the sewers. There was something to be said about a man like that, and it wasn't entirely positive. Nonetheless, she smiled genially and bobbed her head gratefully as she passed through.

The inn was slightly less dirty and cramped than the rest of the city, and most of folk seemed to be of a more distinguished variety. Morgana found that she felt quite comfortable in this sort of setting... but, at the same time, she loathed the polite pleasantries and genteel actions of the patrons. When one man bumped into her and offered her a "pardon me, ma'am" and a smile, she had to fight not to bring her hand to her dagger out of sheer malice.

...what the [censored]?

There was something about these people... even more than Alsan, they reminded her of someone who she didn't quite remember. Someone she despised.

Her every instinct told her to rein herself in. You've done this many, many times before, it told her. Don't break the illusion now, just because you can't remember why. And so, that was exactly what she did. She returned the smile of the man who had bumped her and said, "It's no trouble." She set about appearing to be a polite, dignified young woman, and found that the role came to her much more easily now that the immediate danger had passed.

Those who had seen the cracks in her mask down in the sewers should consider themselves lucky. It would not happen again.

OOC: Welcome

IC: Alsan closed the door behind him as Morgana entered, and instantly the relative calmness of the King and Queen was obliterated by the relieved sobs of a woman. Morgana was unceremoniously bowled over by the source of the sobs, and likely would have been happy to not even get noticed by the woman and have to go through more pleasantries. No, the woman bawling her eyes out was far beyond pleasantries.

Obvious, considering she tackled Alsan and it took all his effort not to fall back into the door. "Alsan! Oh Alsan you're alive!" The woman wailed happily.

Alsan's face took on a rather unique hue. A mix of embarrassed blush and suffocating blue, as he patted the woman's back. "I... might not be for long... if you keep this up mother." He smiled hesitantly as she retreated from him enough to allow him to breathe.

"You've been gone for so long... you always tell us before you leave for your trips. What happened? I was so worried." She said softly, and Alsan smiled comfortingly.

"I had a bit of a run-in with some unpleasant folks, that's all. I'll explain to you and father later, but for now I'd like to introduce you to Morgana. I met her on my way back." Alsan explained it in a beat-around-the-bush sort of manner, as he frankly wasn't sure what happened himself, but held out a hand towards Morgana when he introduced her.

His mother turned, took one look at her, then looked at Alsan, and only then seemed to notice the state the two were in. "You've been in the sewers again, haven't you?" She asked, this time an accusing air radiating from her. Alsan took a side-step away from her. "I was worried sick, and you were in the SEWERS?!" She moved towards him quickly, raising a hand.

"Now Elizabeth, I'm sure he wasn't there of his own accord." Interrupted a stern voice, coming from the man who had just walked in. He was dressed so proper even a blind man could see he was nobility; as if that wasn't enough, Alsan looked almost like a spitting image of the man. It was without a doubt his father.

"Alsan, get yourself cleaned up and speak to me later. As for your friend here..." The man turned his eyes towards Morgana, as if anolyzing her.

"I was... actually hoping she might be allowed a free night here, only one night. She... doesn't remember where she lives, Father, and she needs a little time to get herself together." Alsan spoke up, a hopeful grin on his face. His father looked to Alsan, then to Morgana.

"Can you clean and cook?" He inquired calmly.

Morgana stumbled as an older woman crashed into her... well, through her would be more accurate. It only took a moment for Morgana to right herself and brush herself off, inwardly bristling but outwardly unconcerned. She was glad she held herself back as the woman abruptly accosted Alsan.

Morgana watched the little family reunion with growing fascination. She nodded cordially as the woman tossed her a brief glance, but otherwise kept her face and stance neutral. When the woman raised a hand as if to strike the young man, Morgana couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 'In the sewers again,' is it? she wondered with concealed amusemant. Well well, you surprise me, you naughty boy.

Then, he walked in, and a powerful surge of loathing washed over Morgana. If Alsan's demeanor had been a candle in inciting her mild annoyance, this man was the damned Deadlands. Well-cut upper-crust clothing. Held himself stiff as a cedar tree. Judgmental eyes.

Morgana's lip curled aggressively for a few brief seconds before she schooled herself to neutrality. By the time the man turned his gaze to her, she was holding herself with a calm and passivity she did not feel. He took in her sewer-soiled nightdress and makeshift hemp belt with a steady gaze, and she stood and let him, anolyzing him descretely through her lashes as he did the same to her.

She found it frustrating that she couldn't read him as well as she could read most people. He wasn't letting many of his true thoughts slip through his calm exterior. Therefore, when he asked her whether she could cook and clean, she was taken aback to find that she wasn't sure what to say. Did he have a charitable side to appeal to? Or would it be better to pretend to answer in the affirmative, and hope that she did know how to cook or clean? Even if she did, did she want to work for her keep like common riff-raff? This would be much easier if she knew a little more about herself.

After a brief hesitation while she made her decision, she averted her eyes modestly. "I do not wish to be a burden, my lord, but I'm afraid that I do not recall." She brought her eyes back to the lord's. "Rest assured, if there is anything I can do to earn my keep, I will gladly do so, for I do not wish to put a burden upon you." She batted her lashes, just once.

She realized belatedly that such an offer could probably be taken sixually. Thank whoever-would-listen that she was in such an ugly state at the moment, because that made it less likely to be taken up. She knew how to take advantage of a situation, that much was apparent.. but doing that...? Just to earn her keep...? It was below her, and she knew that deep inside.

OOC: Been ages, and still can't post. I think I'm out of this, which is a shame, because it was by far my favourite RP for quite a while, but there seems little hope of me being able to continue, and my interest dwindles by the day.

Sorry folks, but I wish this the best.

OOC: I was actually planning on scadaddling Alsan into bed soon, just so you could post, IN.

IC: Alsan's father watched her carefully, scrutinizing her every word before finally nodding. "So long as you keep yourself productive here, you can stay. Consider the room and board to be your pay. Once you recall your place of residence, you shall return to it. But until then, you work here and take the guest room of the manor as your payment." Alsan's face visibly brightened at this news, as he had been worrying within his mind what Morgana would do after one night of free board, if she still did not remember her old home. But it seemed that was taken care of already by his father.

"Elizabeth, if you could direct our guest to her room and ensure Jazel prepares her a bath and change of clothes." It was less of a question towards his wife and more of an order, but one the woman didn't seem to despise following.

"And in that case, I must be off to clean myself. If you will excuse me father, I am rather tired. We'll talk further in the morning, when I am in better condition." Alsan gave a polite bow to his father before leaving through the front door.

It was but a turn around the corner to get to the manor front door, and Alsan was in quickly. He was too tired to even bother looking around for possible stubborn kidnappers, and ran up the steps in the entryway leading to the second floor. Finding his room easily, he entered, shut the door, and would remain in there until morning.

OOC: BSparrow, you can control his mother and where the guest room is, just get to bed. We've got a lot of people waiting on the morning to come, and we don't want to lose anyone else.

OOC: I have teh' Interwebs now


Artemis

Artemis lay awake in bed, pondering the event of the past few hours. How long had he been in that cramped dirty cell? Where was Sadi?

Sadi.. Her name filled him with guilt, he'd broken his last promise to his dead father, did she know he was dead? Did she remember him? He couldn't tell, hopefully she would remember, in time. Their father was a great man, he deserved to be remembered.

The moonlight reflected from the water outside his window, the light seemed to play on the ceiling of his room in the bloated float. It was beautiful in a way, mesmerizing. He sat and watched the light dance and swirl before sleep took him.

Are'Undus

He couldn't sleep, he never could. Not for years. But that didn't stop him from trying as he lay on the thin bedroll in his dank cell, watching the dancing waves of light reflected off water. The moon was almost full. He pondered with some curiosity about the wear-beast girl he had taken. She had no memories. It would be interesting to study the strain and stress her mind would sustain upon turning.

"Lord Are'Undus." A voice whispered through the bars of his cell door, He lifted his head from the poor excuse for a pillow to gaze upon a thin pale face. "I am here to do you're bidding my lord."

"You have infiltrated spell hold so soon? What of Bodiesia?" He asked as he pushed himself up in front of the cell door.

"She is the reason I am here and alive, without her help I would have died before reaching the island."

"I am to assume then that she still lives? That pleases me, for that I will reward you greatly."

"Reward me my lord?" The vampire enquired, the green guard robes shifting a little, throwing his eyes in shadow. Hiding his reaction.

"Yes. Reward. Now, a task for you."

"The prisoners?"

"Yes, I want the females and the drunkard. They are easy to identify, they have very few memories, manipulate them if you must and bring them to me. Bodiesia will be in control of the operation however."

"And the others? The imperial bounty hunter, the noble? The red guard, khajiit and the imperial legionnaire?"

"Expendable. Kill them."

"Yes my lord."

ooc- Trust me, I'd like nothing better. I've been in IN's shoes far too many times.

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Morgana followed "Elizabeth" (somehow, Morgana didn't think it would be particularly polite to call her apparent benefactress by her first name, but she had nothing better) as the older woman led her up the stairs on the side of the inn. The older woman didn't speak much, either because she wasn't sure what to make of her son's guest, or because it was simply not in her nature. She let Morgana into a well-furnished room on the end of the hallway, with a window that overlooked the square in front of the inn. Very little dialogue was exchanged between the two women, for which Morgana was grateful. She had nothing against the woman (other than being bowled over by her, of course), but she had little will to make small talk.

Once in the room, Morgana tried to get comfortable... but found that she couldn't just yet. Not until she'd inspected every inch of it. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but it didn't really matter. Once she'd run her hands over the walls, checked beneath the rugs, tested the casing on the window, checked desk and bed for structural abnormalties, identified the scents of all candles and herbs, and gotten a good whiff of the bowl of strawberries in the bowl on the side table, she felt much better.

She'd just flopped down on the bed when the door burst open, and a tub, bathing supplies, and a fresh nightdress were brought in. She shooed the servant out before she had a chance to even offer help with the bathing, locking the door firmly behind her.

With a contented sigh, Morgana set her dagger on the bedside table, shucked off her clothing, and sank into the tub of hot water, scrubbing liberally to get the scents of the day off. Then, she dried herself off and slipped into the new nightdress. She had half a mind to throw the old one out the window, just so she never had to smell it again.

Leaving the tub to stand in the corner for the rest of the night (the servants could fetch it in the morning, for all she cared), she sighed and slid under the covers, letting herself go. She didn't so much fall into sleep as dive into it.

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In the middle of the night, she woke abruptly with the distinct sensation that there was someone in her room. Memories of being grabbed in the middle of the night--one of the few memories she retained--made her snap her eyes open and lash out before she'd even located the intruder. She kicked out at the darkness, but her foot hit nothing, and she only managed to tumble out of bed in a tangle of sheets.

She turned her head wildly about, searching for the presence.... but no one was there. Not that she could see in the dim light. Nonetheless, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone present. She reached for the rusty dagger she had set on the table...

...only to find that it wasn't there.

Panic kicked in, and she made a move toward the door, only to be blocked by a black shape that detached itself from the shadows. She leaped at it, hoping to barrel through, if nothing else, but the other easily turned her momentum against her and flipped her onto the ground. She lay on her back, trying to catch her breath as she stared up at the ceiling. She felt a soft leather boot land on her stomach, and a pair of cold brown eyes glittered down at her from the shadows above her.

"You have always been a light sleeper, Sister, but that was a bit much." His voice was low and raspy, and deadly quiet. It was unnerving enough to stop the woman's struggles.

Seeing that Morgana had stilled, the foot was lifted from her stomach. The man stepped back, giving Morgana room to stand... a gesture she didn't understand. Still, it was better than staying on the ground. She stood up shakily, peering at the figure. "Who are you, and what in Oblivion are you doing in my room?" she hissed.

She could make out an odd shift in his posture. No wonder he was so hard to see; he was wearing black robes, the bastard. "Now is not the time for games." The man would have sounded annoyed, if his cold voice could pull off such a tone. "Come, you've tarried long enough."

"Tarried? You think I'm TARRYING? What the bloody--"

"For the love of Sithis keep your voice down," he hissed. Morgana's mouth snapped shut all on its own.

She could see him narrow his eyes. "What is wrong with you?" He demanded. "Have you been compromised?"

Morgana shifted uncomfortably. The book she'd found earlier came back to her. The Five Tenets, it had been, and she had known it by heart, even though she got the distinct impression that she should not. This was, undoubtedly, related to that. What else could it be? "I... I think I have been. I don't remember much at all before yesterday. ...Do I know you?"

He closed his eyes, his expression one of mildly mixed annoyance and weariness. That was all the answer Morgana needed.

At last, with a long sigh, the man opened his eyes again. "I am Lucien Lachance. Come. We're going to get to the bottom of this, and this is not the place." He pulled Morgana's dagger out of his robes and tossed it onto the carpet, then turned and headed out the door.

Morgana gathered up the few things she had and padded quietly behind. She left the dirty nightdress, though... she never wanted to see that thing again. "Where are we going?"

"Just be silent and follow."

It irked her, taking commands. Yet, this man didn't annoy her nearly as much as most of the people she'd met today had. He was straightforward and coldly self-assured. She couldn't help but feel an immediate respect for that.

Clutching her few possessions to herself, she followed the stranger out of the inn and into the district, clinging to the shadows the entire time. Lucien was much better at this than she was... she lost him several times, and he had to grab her to get her moving in the right direction. Finally, they entered into an average civilian's house and preceded down into the basemant, into a sub-basemant, through a damp tunnel, and to a red door with a black hand imprinted on the front.

Morgana jumped as an eerie voice surrounded her. Where does the Night Mother rest?

"In the arms of Sithis," Lucien said without hesitation. The portal creaked open.

Welcome home.


ooc- There, whew. MORNING. Don't go, IN. It's morning, see?

Sorry for abandoning you momentarily, FC4. I'll find you again in the morning, I think.

OOC: Because FC started talking me into it, and then BSparrow asked so nicely... I'm in.
IC:

Avalon

She awoke long before Kaye, foxes being light sleepers. She stretched, blinking her eyes blearily. Where was she again?

It all came flooding back to her, bearing down on her like an anvil on the head of a coyote. She was a werecreature. And she had no memories. Crap... she thought, tears filling her eyes as she bit back an animal-like yelp. This was not what she wanted.

She got to her feet and and padded silently from the room, Kaye turning over in his sleep, and murmuring contentedly. Once out in the unfamiliar hallway, she looked around. Few people were awake at this time: just the few guard-thieves and enforcers that were on watch at this hour, and they were quiet with the morning stillness.

She crept past them as well, finding the ladder and then climbing up it without a word to those guarding it. She pushed open the creepy, pulsing door and crawled up the tiny passage, to squirm out into the shack. Where am I going? she thought wonderingly. What is my purpose?

She didn't know. Her whole world, her whole life, was erased, and she didn't know that she could ever get it back. She remembered the conversation of the previous night. The potion... she thought, but the memory was no reassurance to her just then. Why, she couldn't tell.

She exited the shack, completely hidden by shadows, and then leapt up easily onto the roof of it, as if she were only stepping over a puddle and not skipping up onto something more than twice her height. There she crouched, staring out across the water towards the Imperial City Main with an intensity that shook her body and soul.

There was where she wanted to be. Not here, tangled up in the complications that were her old life and friendships. There was what she wanted. Not just a past, but a future.

Her expression hardened. And a vengeance... she thought. Her hand went to the amulet at her neck, the one she had stolen, mesmerised, from her captor. it was beneath her shirt still, and yet it seemed so important to her. She took her hand away: she would think on that later. For now: away from the waterfront. For now, onto something new.

For somewhere in the Imperial City lay answers. And she was going to get them. She leapt off of the roof of the shack all the way onto the road up to the Imperial City, landing in the same animal-like manner she had before. And then she began the walk up to the city.

ooc- Hurray! Now... to get... everyone else... back... <_<

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Midmorning found Morgana wandering through the Market District on the heels of a young Bosmer woman. The elf was a good friend of hers, according to everyone in the Sanctuary, and they supposedly got on famously. At the moment, staring at the little thing's back, Morgana found that hard to believe.

The night before, she'd entered into a small underground room, bathed in the red glow of various candles and hanging with cultic banners. The "Sanctuary" had been little more than an series of basemant rooms, interconnected with a hallway and a couple staircases. The scents of the city sewers occasionally filtering through cracks in the walls, but these were generally overpowered by the aroma of herbs and leather.

Dozens of dark-clad people had been milling around inside the tunnels, although none that Morgana could see wore robes like Lucien did. They either wore leathers or casual wear, but it was all dark... she was beginning to sense a pattern in that.

It seemed that the "Sanctuary" was operating a little over its intended capacity, as most chairs and beds were taken, with some people settled on the floor as well. Many were nursing wounds from the fight the evening before. In one of the rooms off the main foyer, there were corpses laid out in rows, in preparation to be disposed of (Morgana had little doubt that they hadn't left any sign of their presence behind. That was what these societies did, after all). She had been greeted familiarly by a handful of people (it seemed her name was, in fact, Morgana).

Then, she was sat down in one little room with a single chair and desk set and interrogated. Lucien snapped out questions at her, ranging from what she did remember, to what had been done to her in the sewers, to whether he had to kill her to keep her silent. She'd apparently answered satisfactorily, because he didn't kill her, and he seemed convinced what she had told him about her amnesia was true.

She didn't bother hiding anything from him, mainly because she wasn't sure if she could.

Then, Lucien shortly explained the situation... in generalities and vagueries, for the most part. They were the Dark Brotherhood. She was Morgana, an Eliminator in said Brotherhood. They were at war with a clan of vampires, and in cahoots with the Thieves' Guild. Things like that. It was all very need-to-know.

Then, Lucien had led her to the sleeping quarters, and she'd done her best to rest. She found it rather hard to do, knowing she was surrounded by hired killers. She was apparently one of them... but that was beside the point.

Oddly enough, she wasn't really disturbed by that. It seemed to... fit.

So, she'd gotten up the next morning and started to head out, intending to replace the equipment she'd lost when she was abducted. She'd immediately been stopped and landed with an "escort" (read: nanny) in the form of a Bosmer who had apparently shared a bunk with her at the sanctuary in Skingrad.

The Bosmer's name was Lilien, although she kept telling Morgana to call her "Lili." Yeah, like that was going to happen. Her hair was red and long, reaching in a series of braids down to her waist, and she had the classic petite, athletic build of her race. Her face was pointed, with a sort of severity in the cast of her features. She was currently wearing casual linens, but it was easy to see that she felt more comfortable in light armor, preferably armed to the teeth. At the moment, all either of them were allowed to carry as far as weapons went were a pair of iron daggers strapped to their legs.

Morgana looked upon her 'friend' with mild distaste. It wasn't that the elf was annoying or anything... after a couple initial attempts to get Morgana to talk, Lilien shrugged and let Morgana stew in her anti-social silence. Yet, at the same time, she had a certain presumptuousness about her... she obviously thought she knew Morgana. Which was entirely unfair, because Morgana didn't even know herself.

The Bosmer had lent her a casual dress to wear out of the Sanctuary, which Morgana filled out far too well. She was simply more curvy than the smaller, more slender elf, and so even one of the Bosmer's loosest linen shirts was practically indecent and difficult to breathe in. Nonetheless, it was better than the nightdress, which would be equally indecent to go to market in.

Even so, their first stop was at a clothing store, where Morgana gratefully bought several dresses her own size out of the Brotherhood's pocket. She changed into a simple maroon quilted bodice, a soft skirt, and slippers. Then they headed to a tanner and bought her a bag.

And that was where she was now... bouncing from shop-to-shop, stocking up on travel supplies and odds and ends. Morgana belatedly began to wonder whether she should head back to Alsan and explain why she'd disappeared in the middle of the night... but, honestly, she wasn't sure she cared. Let the man stew on it for a while... she had more immediate concerns.

OOC: *claps hands together* Alright.... inspiration, come... help me get myself into Alsan again. Let's do this baby!

IC: Alsan stood now in his father's office, standing before the ornate oaken desk as if he were a subject of scrutiny. Technically, he always was around his father. He was wearing the same style of shirt as yesterday, though now in dark fuchsia, and the pants still a dark black. He had, however, actually changed his clothes, the old ones vacating existence in the manor along with his 'friend's'. His gloves, however, were off, revealing hands that were rougher than one would expect from a noble, though nothing compared to that of a laborer. His hair was neatly combed and had a healthy sheen now, but his gray eyes locked firmly and resolutely with his fathers.

"Alsan, my son. You were recently abducted by an unknown group of people, and you ran the risk of possibly losing your memory like you say your 'friend', Morgana, had. While I don't doubt the abduction, I doubt your last claim. I have a feeling your 'friend' was swindling you." His father informed Alsan grimly, and the young nobleman gave a small smirk.

"I will admit her ability to provide an adequate first impression is somewhat flawed, what with her sudden disappearance and the flirtation, but she actually did lose her memory. Several people had; most of them, however, were women."

"You are too easily swayed by the charms of the female six, Alsan." His father sighed, shaking his head. Alsan chuckled.

"Perhaps, father, but the fact remains. There was a recent arrest of a man by the Battlemages. He was the one responsible for this."

"Then he is taken care of, this is good. Back to business." His father said curtly, moving his hands towards some papers on his desk. Alsan frowned slightly.

"If I may, father?" At this the elder noble looked up, before nodding for his child to continue. "From what I saw of this man's abilities, he is no safer to the people in prison than out. The only reason the arrest was made was because they negotiated to arrest someone else along with him. One of the women he had memory-wiped. The battle... it tore the Best Defense into ruins, father. He's still dangerous."

"I am aware of the ruin of the Best Defense. We are currently investing in the reconstruction. As for this man..." He fell silent, still staring at Alsan. "I do not want you to go after him, Alsan Santiare. Am I clear? Your mother was heartbroken when she thought you might be dead, imagine what would happen to her if you did die. And if what you say is true, if you go after this man you will die. Leave him to the authorities; this is what we are taxed for anyways." Alsan nodded solemnly. "Very well, that is all." Alsan bowed then turned to leave, but was stopped by his father's voice once more.

"Oh, and when you meet this 'Morgana' again, don't bring her back here. If she sets foot on this property I will have her arrested for fraudulent bartering. I do not take being swindled lightly."

"Yes, father." Alsan replied quietly before leaving the room.

OOC:

Hmm, Shame this died, i liked it.

Those of you who took part and would like to still, please. Let me know, i am all up for reviving it now that (at last) i have some time on my hands.
Just say the word and I will move the plot along.

Well, with BSparrow gone...

from the forums or this RP?

This Rp is no more Could a mod lock please?