Sanctuary Keeper Part I : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Fri May 27, 2011 1:28 pm

The man had walked away. Velandris sighed heavily, He would have liked to see him cut open later, but maybe he wouldn't deserve it. He walked out of his hiding place and began wondering the streets untill he reached the abandoned house. There was no more guard, the house had died down in smoldering smoke, only the crackeling of dieing burned wood from inside. He stared at both entrances in hope of catching anyone coming out that would be the arsonist. But the hope fell when he began to think logically. He looked donw both way of the street and continued to wander. Maybe he would bump into someone who would have information.

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:16 am

Verus felt his smirk slip slightly as the girl spoke, but quickly recovered. His suspicions of the girl only seemed to grow as he observed her, though he could still not tell what it was that puzzled him about her. He began to speak again, but this time his voice was dripping with so much false playfulness that he was almost disgusted with himself. His smirk only made his tone that much more believable, and he lowered his hood so that she could see his face. "Perhaps. Maybe the person I'm looking for is a Dunmer, or maybe the person is a Breton, or an Altmer. But how rude of me to speak to you without first giving you my name. Oritius Mercius at your service, my lady. Perhaps you would grace me with your name?" he said, bowing his head slightly as he introduced himself with a false name.

» Fri May 27, 2011 12:00 pm

Drynos took in what his sibling had said. "Will do, Oritius." He nodded his head at the man and woman. He took one last curious look at the women. His thin eyebrow raised. He swiftly swung round and walked off into the night, taking swigs from his wine he'd pulled from his pocket. He was questioning what Verus had planned. He thought he would soon find out. He open the door of the chapel and descended down the steps into the shadowy undercroft. [i]"Anyone here, I have information that could be of use!?" His voice echoed around the chamber bouncing of the stone walls.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:48 pm

Verus felt his smirk slip slightly as the girl spoke, but quickly recovered. His suspicions of the girl only seemed to grow as he observed her, though he could still not tell what it was that puzzled him about her. He began to speak again, but this time his voice was dripping with so much false playfulness that he was almost disgusted with himself. His smirk only made his tone that much more believable, and he lowered his hood so that she could see his face. "Perhaps. Maybe the person I'm looking for is a Dunmer, or maybe the person is a Breton, or an Altmer. But how rude of me to speak to you without first giving you my name. Oritius Mercius at your service, my lady. Perhaps you would grace me with your name?" he said, bowing his head slightly as he introduced himself with a false name.

Oglind could see he was getting through somewhat by the slight reaction the man was giving. "Celia, and i'm bored, and I don't feel like sleeping or staying in that lodge downstairs with all the smelly drunks. You seem to be on an interesting mystery. So let me help...okay?" 'Celia' tilted 'her' head to the other side keeping a smile on while taking a few steps forward. "Well?" A childish smile was worn hoping for the best. Oglind hoped he wasn't wasting this time. Hopefully this would lead to something.

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:53 am

Velandris wandered about everywhere in the town besides the castle courtyard. He had arrived again at the chapel and gave a small sigh and walked back in openign the door slowly and closing it. There were no priests in sight wich was good, it woul be very curious seeign the same person or people wal in and out of the chapel and hading to the undercroft. He hopped back over the lw wall landing on the downstairs and went into the undercroft. There he saw Drynos and a small releif lifted from him. "So you find out anything?" He moved to the corner out of the torchlight and sat down.

» Fri May 27, 2011 9:59 am

"Celia? What a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady. So beautiful, in fact, that if I had been drinking tonight, I might say you were an illusion..." Verus said, trailing off and allowing his comment to sink in. He was getting closer, he could feel it. Something wasn't right with her, and though he couldn't pinpoint it, he was beginning to suspect that magic was somehow involved.

He had been studying magic for many years now, and he had a strange feeling around her, though it wasn't illusion magic, of that he was certain. He had studied that far longer that any other school, and he would have been able to tell immediately if that had been the case. No, this was something different, and it fascinated him. He would play along with her somewhat, but only until he unraveled this secret.

He then continued speaking, his tone losing it's playfulness and becoming more serious. "What exactly do you think you could do to help? You are, after all, just a young woman, unless you have some secret you would like to share. Where are you from anyway? The Imperial City perhaps? What brings you here to Cheydinhall, and aren't you afraid that you might be getting into something dangerous? Give me a good reason to let you help, and maybe I'll consider it."

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:15 am

Ra had been watching the stars in the sky ever since Oglind had left him his clothes and gone back into the inn. Ever since he had been but a kitten, he had a fascination with the stars, spending hours at a time staring at them. Normally he was completely professional to the point where he sometimes would seem strict or uptight, but if anything could distract him or loosen him up it was a star-filled sky. Just as he let out a sigh of content he heard the door to the inn open, then close. A peak over the edge showed only a single man walking out. Only a second before he was about to sit back down he saw the pretty lady come out.

With the appearance of the pretty lady that was his cue. He softly faded into the shadows casted onto the roof of the building, but continued staring intently at the man, like a predator staring at prey. He could pick up a little of what they were saying, but not enough to actually know what they were talking about. Oglind was good though and Ra assumed Oglind was the woman so he trusted that whatever he was trying to do Oglind would eventually do it. Ra simply sat there, yellow eyes fixed intently onto the man, awaiting either a sign from Oglind or some type of conflict to arise. Sooner or later one of the two would happen.

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:15 am

When Ra and Oglind left, Fanier just waited there. When a few minutes past, and Fanier was sure he was alone, he brought his right hand to his chest. It pressed against the hard gold of his amulet. He sighed, relieved to know it was still there. He had almost forgotten about it. He carefully removed the amulet from his neck, taking extra care not to kink the fragile chain.

Fanier held the amulet in front of him, toying with it, letting the chain run around through and weave around his fingers. It seemed out of place in his rough hands, like silk against sandpaper. He played around with golden egg-shaped jewel at its end, felt it in his palm, felt its weight, its beauty...

Fanier came back to his senses. He looked around him, making sure he was alone, and slipped the amulet back around his neck. Tired of waiting, he headed down the street in the general direction that Oglind and Ra seemed to have gone.

» Fri May 27, 2011 9:13 am

"Celia? What a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady. So beautiful, in fact, that if I had been drinking tonight, I might say you were an illusion..." Verus said, trailing off and allowing his comment to sink in. He was getting closer, he could feel it. Something wasn't right with her, and though he couldn't pinpoint it, he was beginning to suspect that magic was somehow involved.

He had been studying magic for many years now, and he had a strange feeling around her, though it wasn't illusion magic, of that he was certain. He had studied that far longer that any other school, and he would have been able to tell immediately if that had been the case. No, this was something different, and it fascinated him. He would play along with her somewhat, but only until he unraveled this secret.

He then continued speaking, his tone losing it's playfulness and become more serious. "What exactly do you think you could do to help? You are, after all, just a young woman, unless you have some secret you would like to share. Where are you from anyway? The Imperial City perhaps? What brings you here to Cheydinhall, and aren't you afraid that you might be getting into something dangerous? Give me a good reason to let me help, and maybe I'll consider it."

An illusion? Perhaps Oglind was coming on too strong. Sometimes you had to have them come to you. It was obvious the man was hiding something. Perhaps he thought 'Celia' was some sort of thief? Oritius was acting rather cool toward such a beautiful girl. Not all people charged head over heels for lust when it is there, but most did so chances were something wasn't right. Oglind had to consider the worse, that this was a Dark Brotherhood member, though he couldn't be sure just yet. Oglind began considering the ups and downs of this new body. Celia was youthful and so maintained fairly the same flexibility he had in his orignal body. She lacked the lean muscle strength and the wider hips certainly would make running somewhat slower. Even so with this body Oglind had the advantage of surprise, priceless in a situation were a split second can make all the difference.

"An illusion hmm? Well perhaps my merchant father is also an illusion, and the connections and knowledge he sometimes mention to his disobedient daughter may also be illusions. Perhaps this illusion should go find her fun elsewhere?" 'Celia' raised a promiscuous brow teasing Oritius. 'She' slowly turned around keeping 'her' suggestive stare in his direction just a bit longer and then turned back toward the door making 'her' movements ever so slow.

» Fri May 27, 2011 1:36 am

Name: Sebastian Fawkes

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Birth sign: The steed

Physical description: Sebastian, Being a man of combat (as he should be, considering his chosen line of work) Is both healthy and fit, he is built well but show the physical signs of aging. A few streaks of grey shoot along the sides of his thick mahogany coloured hair, which falls just past his ears and is usually scraqed back out of his eyes. His eyes are a soft green colour with fleks of brown splashed into them, as if a wry old painter had lost his zeal on his last great portrait, and could not hold the brush steady while choosing a colour. His facial features are nothing benevolent, he has a strong jaw line, and slightly hollowed cheeks. But other than that, he considers himself nothing past average as far as attractiveness goes, but that's only his opinion. His arms and torso are marked with many small scars from battle or other activities, nothing bigger than an inch and nothing smaller either.

Short Bio: Born in the Imperial city, son to an aristocratic father and mother. He grew up much the same way of many children from his shared background; Spoiled, educated, and well fed. Unlike many in the world. He had a good child hood.

Following the noble footsteps of his grandfather, who had recently passed away, Sebastian joined the legion. He became a scout and tracker, before moving up further into the ranks. He was assigned to several jobs which where tailor made to be deniable, he had to wipe himself from every record which said he existed to do them, simply because the empire could not admit to these acts which he was ordered to undertake. If he where to be caught, he would not speak. If he did, he would be branded a liar, and the empire would deny all knowledge of him.

As the jobs got bigger, he corrupted. He no longer served in the name of justice and honour, to him. This was sport.

On the night of his 'retirement' (this is what his commanding officer liked to call it, Sebastian felt more like he was being cast out like an incriminating letter, he was bad evidence to the legion.) A faced draqed in shadows told him of a wonderful family, who would embrace him as a brother. And no matter what, would always know if his existence. Almerion Enveri, a large Nord, took Sebastian under his wing. And removed him from Cyrodil, the country which he was exiled from by his brothers in the legion, to join a new family, in the Summerset Isles

Weapons: A silver short sword, and matching bow. The quiver is leather, and strapped to his right thigh rather than his back.

Armor/Clothing: When needed, or when away from civilisation, The customary Dark brotherhood leathers and hood. When not needed, or wanted, usually black cotton pants, with a cream cotton shirt and black wool travel cloak, if its cold enough to wear that is.
He always wears black leather boots.

Misc. Items: A small dagger, not for combat. A bag of jerked meats and half a loaf of break, a flask of water.

Sheet two

Name: Almerion Enveri

Race: Nord/Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: 86, looks around 66

Birthsign: The lover

Physical description: Almerion, a Nord by blood and birth, stands like you would expect, like two Bosmers atop each others shoulders. He is around 6'5. He is old and decrepit upon first impressions, but only because he wishes to look so, those who are all to eager to believe this illusion will often pay dearly. His handsome, yet pale face seems extended in length due to his long white beard, which grows from what once could be considered a goatee, but now reached midway down his chest, his cheeks are hollowed and shaven. His hair is also long and white, reaching halfway down his back, he tied it with a red ribbon.

He still has the body of a 45 year old, for this is when he was bitten. He was fit and healthy. Even then he was a slayer in the name of Sithis. Some who dare to, compare his eyes to the void itself, for they are cold and empty, yet the shine red with the blood of his kills. He cannot recall a single time in which they have shown mercy. Though laugh lines can be seen beside them.

Though in appearance he is old, he still holds on to the handsome vestiges of youth, he can use both to his advantage when he needs to, women fall for his charm and looks with a push from his Vampyric gifts, Men fall for his false weakness of age, only to underestimate him and pay a fatal price.

Short Bio:

Almerion Enveri adopted the name in memory of his old master, and father figure. For many years he rotted in the pestilential town of Bruma, working as a body guard of a rich retired merchant, who had more malice and spite than a coven of bitter forgotten nuns.

He had worked for this man since his teenage years, for low pay and little respect. The men and women of the town would look down on him in pity when they saw his broken form wander into the tavern, only to sit alone at the bar, nursing one drink for hours before retiring to bed.

After the merchant passed on, Almerion was thrown onto the streets, with no money and no home, he turned to the one place he thought he may be useful, the fighters guild.

After many weeks of painstaking training and hardship, the branch leader simply told him he was not good enough. Almerion murdered him in cold fury, beating him with his bare fists until he could no longer feel the skin of his knuckles.

He fled from the town, bloodied and confused, confused because the feeling of ecstasy at taking the mans life invigorated him.

In the night, through the shadows a voice whispered to him beside his bed, he was not alarmed when the voice first woke him, he lay their, expecting death for his actions, but instead, was rewarded. He grew more elated as he savoured each word from the speakers lips. The void, had seen him and loved him like a son. Sithis the dread father was now the one he served.

After training for many years in the Darkbrotherhood, one contract went wrong. He was contaminated by a vampire, he did not return to his family in Cheydinhal, he fled, fearing reprisal and rejection.

"You have been gifted again my child." A soft voice spoke to him, it was not Almerion, the speaker whose name he had taken. It was Vicente Valtieri, a bosmer Vampire who lived in the sanctuary of Cheydinhal. After a night of talking, he agreed, under the eye of Vicente, to embrace the dark gift. He used its advantages, the strength and speed it granted would serve him better than the others it gave, but all where used in equal measure.

The Brotherhood unleashed him when they needed the grand effect. He would often compose the death of his victims like an opera, a play or poetry. His speaker had taught him well, he had embraced the Altmers teachings and cultural roots, tossing aside the barbaric Nordic ones he had been bred upon. When the speaker died, he adopted his name, casting away the old name which tied him to his old life.

Nearly twenty years after joining the Brotherhood, Almerion Enveri was named speaker, and sent to the province of the Summerset Isles.

Now, due to the rebellion of the isles, he has returned to Cyrodil, to seek guidance from the listener regarding the situation in the neighbouring province.

Weapons: Proffering unarmed combat over armed combat, Almerion has honed his fighting techniques beyond that of any man alive which he knows of, his left arm is encased in metal, a modified armour from a suit of ebony, the kind of armour you would expect to see on the arm of a gladiator, only there are not breaks in this armour. The tips of the gauntlet are modified, each finger has a talon like claw upon the end of it. The knuckles are each studded with a small steel sharpened stud.

Armor/Clothing: for armour, see above. Almerion wears a fine red silk tunic, with black silk pants. He hides his armoured arm with a thick black travel cloak and black gloves, he often leans on an old staff, limping along at a gentle pace in his leather shoes. He likes being underestimated, The guise of a weak old man suits him well.

Misc. Items: a bottle of Cyrodillic Brandy, a thin chorded rope, a knife, and a small sack of herbs. A smoking pipe and a leather pouch of tobacco.

OOC: Ok the first part of this post is set in slightly in the past (shortly after the fire died down)

IC:

Almerion

Footsteps echoed of the black scorched walls, long twisted shadows danced around him as he paced through the halls slowly, holding a torch aloft, a look of utter horror etched into his handsome aging features.

He fell to his knee's, surrounded by wires, which formed a net of sorts, his fingers brushed the charred husk of a sister or brother, he could not tell. Enraged by what he saw he wrapped his hands around the wires and pulled them from the walls where they where stuck, ripping chunks of masonry out as he did, Screaming like an enraged beast. The scorched wire, still hot, wrapped around his arm, cutting into it, leaving a crisscrossing of cuts, as if Maphala herself had covered him in a web of misery.

He panted like a wounded animal, as he moved through the halls, pushing his way through heavy wooden doors to the matrons room. The wood was thick enough to keep the worst of the fire out, but not entirely. But they protected what he was looking for. Contracts.

He sat there for a while, shuffling through papers before throwing each leaf of parchment into a small fire. His fear subsided. No all of the Cheydinhal branch was lost. Some contracts had not been fulfilled, or at least they had not been signed by the assassin after completion. That meant some of his brethren lived still. They where still on contracts, or residing in other towns and cities to keep a watchful eye for the brotherhood. He would search for them.
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A short while later

The count always was one for the extravagant, Almerion noted, as he looked around the bedroom, fine woven tapestries and rugs decorated the room, along with exotic plants and ornaments.

He sat beneath a window, his travelling cloak wrapped tightly around him, a wooden pipe in his hand, held against his lips while he smoked.

The smell of burning tobacco leaves must have woken the count, because Almerion made no noise to speak of.

"W-what? Whats going on? Who are you?" The count asked groggily looking towards him, his eyes flicking towards the door and back.

"What happened?" Almerion said quietly, his words measured and full of malice.

"What do you mean what happened? Who in oblivion do you think you ar-" The count replied, his words trailing away as recognition dawned upon him as Almerions face was lit up briefly as he drew more smoke from his pipe. Indary's immediately bolted from his bead and toward the door, But wasn't quick enough, The Vampire was immediately upon him, his gauntlet encased hand wrapped around his neck.

"What happened?" He repeated, picking the Dunmer a few inches off the floor and pressing him against the wall, a few trickles of blood came from his neck where the talon like claws of the glove pierced his flesh.

"I- I- Do- Don't K-Know" He gasped in reply, his hands fruitlessly clawing against the Nords arm.

"Then find out!" Almerion spat, throwing the count to the floor, "You will leave any information, written down and sealed within this box, you will then place the box behind the tomb of you're departed wife. You have one day to gather information, if you should displease me in any way. I shall return." he added, turning into the shadows and making his way back out of the castle, unnoticed again by the inept guards of Cheydinhal. He doubted they would be under the counts employ for much longer.

Now

Almerion walked, putting more weight on his staff than he needed, giving the impression of a weak old man pottering his way through the town. He went unnoticed by any, save a few watchful eyes who regarded his large frame with suspicion as he limped by.

Sebastian, Almerions Silencer, was following from a far, weaving between the shadows cast by the large buildings around him, no more than twenty paces behind the speaker, but not to close to arose suspicion.

Under Sebastians cloak, his sword was unsheathed and held backward in his hand, so it was hidden by his fore arm. His eyes roved over the people still on the streets, the few that still remained out at this ungodly hour where drunks and vagrants, some where a little all to together to be inconspicuous. They made him curious.

Almerion was headed for the Chapel of Arkay, ready to await any lost children of sithis with open arms, he didn't need to however. They where waiting for him, but he doubted they knew it.

"Parthia? My child, is that you? My you have grown since last we met. It has been to long since I visited my family here in Cheydinhal!" He said, throwing his arms wide and beaming at the Bosmer girl he had met just once, and it was not all to long ago, a month at the most, he didn't remember the conversation, but he never forgot a name and he never forgot a face.

He paced over and dropped himself beside her, squeezing her shoulder as if he where an old uncle visiting a fond niece, He had learnt long ago that when meeting with people in public, it was better to act as if you know each other very well and that you should be happy to see each other, than to pretend you don't know each other, only to be spotted speaking in the shadows. It didn't arouse suspicion, if a guard hear him talking and regarding her in such a way, he would simply presume it was a pre-set meeting point between two old friends, while really it was a coincidence between two recently acquainted associates

"What happened here Parthia." He added in an undertone as he lent over, giving her a one armed hug, leaning on his withered old staff still.

» Fri May 27, 2011 12:02 am

Drynos was glad he was not alone in the dank undercroft. Velandris appeared out of a corner and Drynos gave slight sigh of relief. Drynos knew Velandris from around the Sanctuary and gave him a smile. "I partnered up with Verus and we travelled to the Newlands Lodge. There he found out from some drunks that a Dunmer Tea Merchant, dressed in weird clothes and said he was from Morrowind. Verus was talking to an Imperial woman outside the Lodge when I departed. I plan to wait for him here." He nodded at Velandris and took up a position on the far wall.

» Fri May 27, 2011 12:45 pm

"Hmm, so the arsonist is a Dunmer?" Velandris looked to the floor. "Then this heightens suspicion of the Tong. If he is indeed from Morrowind then our worst fear has been lifted from shadow." He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and some tobacco. He gently placed a pinchfull of tobacco into the pipe and took out a small thins stick and with a mutter of old words he used a simple fire spell to light the stick and lit the tobacco and took a few puffs of the pipe and sat back to relax. "Well I saddly have nothing to report, Most the beggars I asked didn't see a damned thing. Every answer i had was that they were somewhere else in the city either sleeping or just being beggars." He took another puff of his pipe and blew out a small cloud of smoke wich hovered up twards the ceiling.

» Fri May 27, 2011 3:56 am

Ticedo pulled the cane away and used it to balance himself, he did not want to look like a fool and tumble to the ground like a man who abused skooma would.
"Parthia" Ticedo began and paused for a moment lost in thought. There was alot he wanted to say and get off his chest years of doing what they did got under your skin however the two groups you never wanted to admit to where your brothers, or the guards.
"What must we do" he finished.

ooc: The svckage is with me today.

» Thu May 26, 2011 11:19 pm

OOC: I'm dropping out. It was fun, but it moved too quickly. I am giving the rights to anyone to continue my character, control him, kill him, etc. Or he can just disappear.

» Thu May 26, 2011 11:36 pm

"Parthia? My child, is that you? My you have grown since last we met. It has been to long since I visited my family here in Cheydinhal!" He said, throwing his arms wide and beaming at the Bosmer girl he had met just once, and it was not all to long ago, a month at the most, he didn't remember the conversation, but he never forgot a name and he never forgot a face.

He paced over and dropped himself beside her, squeezing her shoulder as if he where an old uncle visiting a fond niece, He had learnt long ago that when meeting with people in public, it was better to act as if you know each other very well and that you should be happy to see each other, than to pretend you don't know each other, only to be spotted speaking in the shadows. It didn't arouse suspicion, if a guard hear him talking and regarding her in such a way, he would simply presume it was a pre-set meeting point between two old friends, while really it was a coincidence between two recently acquainted associates

"What happened here Parthia." He added in an undertone as he lent over, giving her a one armed hug, leaning on his withered old staff still.

"Almerion...?" She whispered under her breath when she saw the familiar man. It seems he was going for an act which she decided to play along with. It was always frightening being this close to a vampire. You never knew. It had been an awful day for Parthia, she woke up feeling rather numb. Maybe she just missed Vincent. Maybe she had lied to herself that she was all that strong and living this double life within a double life was too difficult.

"The sanctuary...it was destroyed." Was all Parthia could say. She felt tired, she wanted to sleep. But what if she did and woke up to find no one else was there anymore?

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:58 am

An illusion? Perhaps Oglind was coming on too strong. Sometimes you had to have them come to you. It was obvious the man was hiding something. Perhaps he thought 'Celia' was some sort of thief? Oritius was acting rather cool toward such a beautiful girl. Not all people charged head over heels for lust when it is there, but most did so chances were something wasn't right. Oglind had to consider the worse, that this was a Dark Brotherhood member, though he couldn't be sure just yet. Oglind began considering the ups and downs of this new body. Celia was youthful and so maintained fairly the same flexibility he had in his orignal body. She lacked the lean muscle strength and the wider hips certainly would make running somewhat slower. Even so with this body Oglind had the advantage of surprise, priceless in a situation were a split second can make all the difference.

"An illusion hmm? Well perhaps my merchant father is also an illusion, and the connections and knowledge he sometimes mention to his disobedient daughter may also be illusions. Perhaps this illusion should go find her fun elsewhere?" 'Celia' raised a promiscuous brow teasing Oritius. 'She' slowly turned around keeping 'her' suggestive stare in his direction just a bit longer and then turned back toward the door making 'her' movements ever so slow.

Verus was now growing tired of the girl. Interesting as she was, she was also annoying. This little game was going to end, and soon. He clasped his hands behind his back and began charging his favorite spell. His left hand was now glowing a dark red, though he had hidden it so that this wasn't visible. Dozens of scenerios streaked through his mind as Celia walked away, and only a few ended with him losing or dead. Though he was almost arrogantly confident in his own abilities, he still needed a bit of time for his spell to completely charge.

He began stalling. "Wait, Celia. I will allow you to help, but before I give you any information, I would like two things clarified. Who is your father, and what does he sell?" His spell continued to gain strength as he spoke, and once it was finished, he would be able to force the girl's memories out of her. Then all would be explained, and if he didn't like what he saw, well then, she would just have to die.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:46 am

Telindius quickly walked away from Parthia and her friends. It seemed that it would be useless to try to help the dark brotherhood in their plans to capture Serosi. He was wrong in assuming that they weren't idiots and would want help from an expert in Serosi. He sighed inwardly to himself and walked to the Newlands Lodge. He would have to think of new ways to become part of their hunt for Serosi, and if his plan to help them didn't work next time then they were merely morons and not worth the effort. As he rounded the corner of a house he saw a woman walking away from a man, and the man charging a spell behind his back. Tel considered the situation. Usually he wouldn't help a random person in the street, but he felt the need to vent his frustration on someone. He withdrew one of his ebony daggers from a wrist sheathe, drew it back behind his head and threw it at the male, aiming at his thigh as he did so. Once doing that he quickly withdrew one of his wakizashi's and charged quickly and quietly forwards.

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:57 am

Minegoth watched all this from the shadows. It was a great show. Like a play. The man was about to turn on the woman, and another man was coming their way. This was getting good. Minegoth expected a plot twist. Maybe the spell guy would turn on the other guy? No, too obvious. Maybe the other guy would help the spell guy? Minegoth loved this kind of thing. He looked around and found a chair. He pulled it close and sat, watching.

(OOC: Kindof a crap post, but i wanna get back into this)

» Fri May 27, 2011 3:34 am

Cheydinhal

"Yes it is me my child, We need to gather ourselves, information is priceless now, but not in such chaos, do you know a place we might order ourselves and talk a little about events?" He asked her as he pulled away from his one armed hug, not wiping the smile from his face. The smile was contradictive of his inner emotions. Inside it was turmoil and rage, he could not bear to lose a family member, let alone and entire sanctuary. He still waited for the day in which he would be ordered to carry out a cleansing. He did not think he would be able to go through with it. He held no mercy for strangers and targets, but each person in the Darkbrotherhood was no doubt worthy of his mercy.

Sebastian fingered the hilt of his blade, having just re-sheathed it, He was eyeing a man walking away from the group near Almerion, he first seemed drunk, but now was moving with purpose and absolution. He grinned a little as the man threw a blade, before following closely behind him as he ran towards a target he could not see. Remaining in the shadows, watching before striking.

» Fri May 27, 2011 3:15 pm

Verus noticed the dagger too late. It hit him in the upper leg, but he didn't give a cry of pain. Indeed, he simply looked down curiously at it, examining the blood trickling down from the wound. He then looked up and saw the man that had obviously thrown it charging at him. "Well, it seems we have been interrupted Celia. Unfortunately, I'm in no mood for a fight right now. Perhaps will we meet again," Verus said, his smirk now turning into a now almost insane grin.

He turned towards the man and extended his left hand, changing the energy he had been charging for his spell into a green ball of light. He purposely aimed it at the ground, and after a few moments, he snapped his fingers. In that split second, two things happened. The spell exploded in a bright, blinding blast of light, and he disappeared from sight. He then ran in the opposite direction of the man, only now taking notice of the dagger in his leg. He wrenched it free with a momentary grunt of pain before dropping it on the ground.

He left his hand hovering over the wound, not pausing as he ran, and let loose a small amount of magicka, sealing the wound, but not actually healing it. This way, he wouldn't have to stop to make a more lengthy healing, and he would leave no blood trail. It didn't stop the pain though. He had learned over the years to not express pain on the outside. On the inside, he was screaming, but he would not degrade himself by showing weakness.

Though he had been interrupted, he would find that girl again, eventually. He never left a puzzle unsolved. He finally stopped running and nearly fell over, out of breath and exhausted from the sudden loss of energy. He limped over to an alley and sat down, trying to regain his breath.

» Fri May 27, 2011 4:10 am

Telindius just had time to see the man turn and throw something onto the ground before blinding light exploded all across his field of vision. He dropped onto the floor and rolled as soon as he was blinded. He crouched on the floor and swung his blade through the air in an intricate pattern all around him as he slowly regained his eyesight. He glanced around and noticed that the man was now gone, his dagger lying on the ground a few feet from where he had been. Tel sheathed his wakizashi and walked over to the blade, cleaning it on his cloak as he examined the blood trail on the floor which stopped abruptly. He placed his dagger back in its wrist sheathe and walked over to the woman, resting his hands on his swords as he spoke. "Do you mind explaining why a man just tried to cast some sort of spell on you when your back was turned my lady?"

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:44 am

It was hard for Oglind to try to remain helpess throughout the exchange. The throw of the knife was done by a professional no doubt but now 'her' target was gone. Inside Oglind was rather annoyed but did his best to maintain his act up. "What? A spell? I didn't even realize..." Oglind put up the act of the helpless girl he had borrowed his appearence off of. If this was true that a spell was about to be cast, then his assumption was confirmed. It is quite possible that the man was Dark Brotherhood, but there was also a chance he had been Morag Tong and tightfully suspecious. No matter, he knew the man's face, while Oglind remained faceless.

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:12 am

Ra had been watching the seen intensely, barely even blinking. When he saw the man charging a spell behind his back Ra leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the roof, ready to pounce. He was waiting an extra moment though, he wanted to wait to see of Oglind could get anymore information before any fight started. The fight seemed to start anyways. A new player entered the game and interrupted the whole thing with a single dagger.

Things were not all bad though, all he had to do was follow the man and make sure he didn't get out of sight. Again, however, there was a minor hiccup so to speak. A blinding light filled the street and by the time Ra regained his senses, the man was gone; a clever move. Now the 'hero' was talking to Oglind in the street. He had no idea what to do now, try to go find the man, keep watching over Oglind, or go down into the street with Oglind. Until this man who was now talking to Oglind was identified as friend or foe it looked like he would just have to wait for a sign from Oglind.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:19 pm

He relaxed slightly but kept his hands on his sword hilts as he studied to girl and spoke to her. "This place is full of dark brotherhood scum my lady. I don't know what you've done to annoy them, but if you want to stay alive, I suggest running, either that or hiring a lot of guards or Tong to protect you." Telindius made mental notes about the girl as he spoke to her. She seemed rather helpless and naive. Hardly worth the effort of saving. If he didn't hate the dark brotherhood so much, he wouldn't have even tried to save her. He watched her carefully as he mentioned the Dark Drotherhood and the Morag Tong though, seeing if either got a reaction out of her, just in case she was someone special.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:56 pm

Who the hell was this guy? He spoke about Dark Brotherhood and Morag Tong like ham and cheese. This guy was either a Dark Brotherhood setting Oglind up, a loud mouthed Morag Tong or an optertunist trying to get a woman, neither of which he cared for at the moment. Hire the Tong? Since when did they start doing escort services. In any case Oglind decided to keep his act up, albiet a bit more cold.

"I'll keep that in mind..." The sweet voice 'she' imitated would keep her cover up. Oglind bowed respectfully before taking a step back and reaching for the door to go inside.