The room was large, the stone floor as cold and unforgiving as the world under the feet of forsaken angels. The ceiling seemed to go on forever due to its dark texture, a heavenly paradise that was never there. Holding to two together, or apart, were thick columns of stone placed in pattern all throughout the room. They seemed even more lively then the crowd of statue like Brothers who stood in a circle around their foolish victim. Unknown to them was who they had caught as prisoner, or were they actually his prisoners instead?

"Why aren't you afraid Dunmer?" The speaker taunted Serosi who was on his knees, with his hands bound behind his back. The Altmer Speaker held a rather grim looking dagger in her right hand playfully swaying it from side to side attempting to entice her prisoner into showing any sign of fear at all. "Your soul will be fed to Sithis before sun rise." As she spoke these words the group of Dark Brotherhood members though wordless seemed pleased by what the Speaker had uttered.

Serosi remained unstirred. The young Dunmer had his eyes slightly bowed and his eyes closed slowly. "A need to die." Serosi's eyes opened with the mastery of mysticism. His hands became unbound and an array of needles tied to wire sprang in all directions. His index fingers, thumbs and small fingers met end to end while his middle and ring fingers remained curled. A spell was cast sending the wire tailed needles in directions to bind the two dozen or so assassins present. They were as helpless as mortals stuck in the webs of Mephala herself. The only one skilled enough to remain unbound was the speaker herself.

"Impressive, but it seems you've immobilized yourself. You are in a hurry to die?" She spoke with a smile on her face as she looked around to see her underlings tangled in wire, pressed up against the columns of stone, their limbs twisted and their bodies short of breath. The speaker rose her blade and aimed to strike down Serosi. A feeling of extreme liquid heat splashed across her skin as she saw both of her arms flying off in different directions. Serosi had manipulated two of her assassins through the use of his wires in severing her limbs at the forearm. A pair of her fellow brothers stood beside her, swords bloodied and drawn with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

The wire had been soaked in oil, something which Serosi sought to take advantage of. Another spell was cast and a surge of fiery serpents rushed down the strings to the bodies that they had tangled. In moments everything around Serosi was on fire, the bodies of those dead, or those struggling to live used to keep the fire going. The Dunmer remained immune in part due to an enchantment. He stepped across the corpses as if they were sleeping dogs and nothing more. The Cheydinhal sanctuary lit the moonless sky with its fires as they reached up like prayers begging whatever gods or devils that would listen to avenge its destruction.




Word from the creator:

As my RP kindly hosted by fellow members (Siege of Sentinel) is slowing down a bit due to real life I've decided to indulge in a bit more lax RP based on the underworld rivalry between the Dark Brotherhood and the Morag Tong. The story line places my character Serosi as one of the main driving points of the story. This is due in part to give me ability to control the flow of the RP and to also keep me from being lazy. The RP is set a half a year to a year after the Oblivion crisis and will follow a bit of an adventure style with the two rival assassin guilds traveling in their respective groups while entering skirmishes through out their journey with each side having their own goals. The way the pace of the RP is set allows for both a lot of action but also a lot of character development. I look forward to both.

Anyone and everyone is welcome as long as they follow the rules!

Rules:

1. This is an RP in which you will more or less end up killing or be killed by someone. If you die, chin up, you will have plenty of opportunities to add in a new character as we travel. If any issues arise PM me.

2. Be creative with your characters. Make them unique. Give them a special ability. I don't mind powerful characters if they are done well. As an example my character is strong through his creativity. His best ability lies in Mysticism and a bit of illusion. The former seems a bit harmless but when used in conjunction with some basic assassin skills the above mentioned is possible. This however is NOT an excuse to be powerful for the sake of being powerful. The way I refer to power is not how hard can you hit or how much of a big spell you can make, but how smart you are. Poisoned apple anyone? Also you do not have to be a super sneaky assassin. For the Morag Tong that is a bit more expected but for the Dark Brotherhood, from what I remember when I played it they had a fully armored Orc as an "assassin" as well.

3. When fighting do NOT control other people's characters unless the other player says it is ok. You will need to ask when using spells most likley.

4. Be descriptive, write well and at length. No one wants to RP with people who drop one liners. Even though this is an "assassin RP" what I look forward to most is the interaction between the individual characters. A friendship or some level of empathy from opposite sides would be rather interesting.

5. This will probably be a "rated R" RP. Expect detailed graphic scenes of blood and yes (omg) even six. I don't like to limit my writers in any way and for an assassin anything and everything is an option. Now if you are just posting often about smashing people's heads with a club because you weren't held enough as a child and it has no relevance to your character development or you are sleeping with everyone and their mother to fullfil your online "playa playa" persona i'd kindly ask that you knock that [censored] off and see a head doctor. Aside from that I don't care.

6. Assassin's Creed was a decent game with some nice scenery. In truth assassins are probably not going to walk around in super cool ninjas outfits. Sure it worked in Oblivion standing there fully decked in a Dark Brotherhood uniform while people are acting like they aren't seeing the elephant in the room due to their indecisiveness concerning their discussion (mud crabs or...mud crabs) but I'm aiming for a bit more realism. Sure you can have the cool uniform but wearing something over it would probably be better. Keep your weapons out of sight for the most part. Spies and assassins will probably hide themselves better as farmers and drunks if amongst other people rather then the more pop image of assassins.

7. Give your characters...well character! Sure killing people for a job is a bit of a red flag maybe not all the bolts are screwed in tight but that doesn't mean you can not have character. I'd really like to see for the most part regular people and not Altair with eye liner. See if you can construct a nice image of a familia type relationship between your fellow assassins whatever side you may be on.

8. Stay active! Nothing puts a damper on an RP more then when someone doesn't post anymore especially if they were an important part of the RP. I can understand real life issues and that is not a problem. Please please please put your life ahead of RPing about elves and make belief assassins.

9. Vampires and werewolves are okay but i'm really limiting it down a lot. I don't want any for the Morag Tong, maybe maybe just maybe one vampire for the Morag Tong if you just have to. But it must have a good back story.

10. This is NOT a contest to see who can "win". It is an outlet for writing ideas out with friends on a forum. If I see it become an obsessive issue that you "win" you'll be asked to leave.

11. I'm allowing one living character per writer for right now. But that may change. I'm having three but that is more so to manage the RP and keep it running smoothly. I expect more Dark Brotherhood than Morag Tong due to the geographical situation. If you would not mind RPing either, wait a bit before we see some character sheets so we see what the balance is. 3 DB to 2 MT is a nice ratio I think.

12. Keep track of supplies. This is a journey. You aren't going to go very far in your little assassin armor and your ninja stars if you don't have basic food and water.

13. Don't be all knowing. It's dumb. Just don't do it. If your character is about to walk into an ambush and he/she truly has no idea that it is about to happen...let it happen! You'll be way more respected for it then amazingly seeing the ambush at the last second prompting a symphony of face palm slaps to echo through out the cosmos.


Character sheet format:

Name:

Race:

Gender:

Age:

Birthsign:

Physical description:

Short Bio:

Weapons:

Armor/Clothing:

Misc. Items:


Fill that out and send it to me with the PM being titled "Sanctuary Keeper (MT/DB)" MT for Morag Tong or DB for Dark Brotherhood. If you do not follow this format I will simply reply with "wrong format" and send it back. I don't mind so much if you change the character sheet format but the title since it's kind of a chore to keep track of who joins and what not. If you can't follow simple instructions I don't think you'll produce anything that anyone will want to read.


RPing the Dark Brotherhood: Your main motivation will be to hunt down Serosi. Remember the journey is the substance, not the destination. Along the way you may be asked to accomplish some other tasks. The DB will have the numerical advantage but since they are chasing, they are at a bit of a tactical disadvantage. Again please don't RP the Oblivion version of the DB where they are more or less emo kids. I prefer professionals. When picking a character race try to avoid having too many Dunmer as the MT will be mostly just that. I want to keep a bit of diversity. I don't mind Dunmer DB but i don't want them to be 75 percent of the population. Of course any MT caught along the way are fair game.

RPing the Morag Tong: Your goal is slightly different. The Morag Tong is not all that pleased with what Serosi just did. It was unauthorized and a bit tactless for some of the MT's taste. You are to escort Serosi back to Mournhold dead or alive. Serosi is a bit infamous amongst some of the Morag Tong as an "upstart. Some Morag Tong might like him, others might just look for an excuse to kill him. Some may even work with the DB to kill him. Depends on how you want to play it. In any case the MT goal is a bit more of avoidance and sneakiness then out right targeting anyone.

RPing tips for assassins in general: Blend in. The Morag Tong is illegal outside of Morrowind and the Dark Brotherhood is illegal everywhere. The law is NOT your friend and they will be more then happy to show you how much not your friend they are. You can bait the law into the enemy camp and then all manners of interesting can conclude from that. Just writing this I came up with an idea that if anyone wants to RP a 3rd party of being "the law" I would be delighted to discuss the goals and obligations of such a task.

Name: Oglind

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Birthsign: The Serpent

Physical description: 5'10, 138 Pounds. Oglind is a rather unimposing figure with a thin body and a rather welcoming face, nothing truley remarkable of a feature. His hair is dark and kept fairly short. His mouth has a rather upward curl about it matched by his eyes giving him an inquisitive look about his rather meek face. In his homeland of Vvardenfell he would easily be mistaken for an instect herder and for good reason.

Short Bio: As the 15th son of his father's 7th wife Oglind did not seem to have too much of a far reaching future in position within the upper echelon of family Telvanni position. While his brothers and sisters expressed an extreme distrust of one another, the more laid back Oglind left and became an insect herder. While he herded he collected books and became a bit of a scholar learning history and philosophy. Through his travels he learned to be rather light of foot and quick with a weapon. When the ash storms became too serious one year killing most of his herd, he sold the remnants and opted to use his skills within the Morag Tong. There his professionalism in whatever he did was noticed and his aloof attitude fit him in quite well with his new found family. His infiltration abilities have been noted to be among the best in Vvardenfell.

Weapons:

Herdsman bonemold staff

Chitin Short Blade

Assortment of throwing weapons

Armor/Clothing: He wears a pair of light greyish wide pants with a wide sleeved tunic of similar texture. His shoes are as plain as his clothes. As for armor he wears a few straps of netch leather around his forearms. The outfit is complete with a brown scarf used for ashlander travel, usually worn loosely inside.

Misc. Items:

A map of Cyrodiil hidden in a cook book.

45 gold coins


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Name: Parthia

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Birthsign: The Steed

Physical description: 5'8, 110 Pounds, Parthia is an elegant presence with deep green eyes surrounded by dark auburn hair that is tied together close to the end reaching down to her bottom. She has a light frame covered in seemingly flawless skin of light olive complexion. Her cheek bones are softly pronounced, her brows elegant and quite capable of being expressionate. Her nose is as well elegant with a slight dip in the bridge. Her mouth is all together very kissable and when in conversation is in contest with her serene eyes as to where the focus of attention is. Her over all appearence is curvy though not extravagant more so youthful then an exageration.

Short Bio: Parthia grew up without a mother in her early years and was enrolled in the study of restoration and alteration at an early age. Her determination in the healing arts grew even more when her father died infront of her eyes due to wounds caused by Khajiit bandits at the age of 17. She wasn't able to save him with her abilities but did do something else. She hunted down each of the six bandits killing each one. Impressed so much by her determination and ability the Dark Brotherhood offered her a job. She left behind her home and continued her studies in the Mages Guild while paying her tuition through the jobs within the Dark Brotherhood. She looks at the whole ordeal in a rather practical manner caring little for the few religious zealouts in the guild. She is but a recent transfer to the Cheydinhal Sanctuary but has already earned her place of respect due to one of her unique abilities.

Weapons:

Elven recurve bow along with arrows

Elven short sword

An assortment of needles and throwing knives

Armor/Clothing:

Dark Brotherhood Shroud Armor that she rarely if ever wears. She prefers a dark burgandy robe of thin light weight material enchanted to protect her. The black sash around her waist like wise is enchanted for arcane purposes. Her light steps are covered in comfortable and flexible sandals.

Misc. Items:

Alchemical kit for potions and poisons.




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Name: Serosi

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Birthsign: The Mage

Physical description: 5'11, 130 Pounds. Serosi carries himself in a manner best discribed as "the aloof noble". One who is aware of his position but isn't constricted by it. His slim figure, flexible and abundant in lean muscle spanning across his long limbs and narrow waist line, though tall does not give an imposing appearence to most, yet he seems to exude an aura of "controlled viciousness" which can be best seen in his eyes. His face is mostly seen as unexpressive though remarkably handsome with sharp features leading to a confused contrast in how some approach him. His hair is dark and long in the traditional Velothian manner. It is tied in a knot leading almost mid back. The sides of his face are flanked by loose hair slightly wavey and thick. His mouth is small but carries somewhat fuller lips. Inside the canine teeth extend a bit more then what a mortal's would.

Short Bio: Serosi was left in the care of the Mournhold Sanctuary of the Morag Tong since he was an infant. There under the care of the headmaster and a fellow assassin he was raised and trained. The latter being named Anrel became a mother to him. As he grew older her role changed to friend and sister and finally lover. Due to the elven life span to the eyes they seem of the same age, though the specifics would be found strange to most humans.
Showing an unmatched ability in the school of Mysticism, he also managed to learn aspects of other schools. His unique ocular ability made him known amongst his peers and a few of his employers earning himself the epithet "Sanctuary Serosi" after the Dunmeri ability, a name of respect and fear although his distant aloof and cold nature has earned him few friends. His work has been mostly amongst Telvanni Mage Lords and Redoran aristocracy pitting him many times against the elite of both Houses. More prominently his work amongst the Telvanni has earned him a place at Aryon's right side. After taking care of one of Aryon's rivals, Serosi has replaced him in the Council and few are sure they want to criticize the current status quo. He is rumored to be of partial vampire lineage by the Aundae who have taken interest in him and so far Serosi has entertained the notion. Though aware of his partial vampiric traits he has only recently become more involved with the appearence of his "brother" a Dunmer of nobility in the Deshaan Plains of Dres territory.

This far reaching influence coupled with his ability all at such a young age has caused many harsh whispers to be hissed amongst the older Morag Tong members who find Serosi as a possible internal danger. Some have suggested retiring Serosi, though the specifics and manner vary on what should be done and how. Most recently he has alarmed the Morag Tong elders with his course of actions in Cheydinhal, unrelated to any Morag Tong orders.

Weapons:

A slightly curved glass dagger usually worn on his back with the handle pointing downwards and slightly at an angle. He has had and worn this weapon since his first writ of assassination.

Ebony short sword of akavirian style although straight. It's single edged blade gives Serosi the ability to manuver it on several ways and carries the enchantment to silence whoever is struck. It is often his primary tool to use when silence is needed.

Metal chain sickle and weight. This was a weapon Serosi had picked up simply for the rythmic pattern palpable in the shifting weight as it is used. It is often used in combination with spell casting

Dres Kindjal-Sica, a curved doubled edged blade he recently aquired to suit more the fashion of the Dres nobility. It is made in a peculiar way by mixing adamantium and glass giving it both durability and light weight. The blade is rather beautiful showing the patterns of the intertwined fibers of the two different materials becoming one. It is often called "a lover's blade."

Composite bonemold/chitin recurve bow wrapped in boiled natch leather along with bonemold arrows.

An assortment of throwing daggers as well as needles. Serosi is never short on tools and collects the skills to use them like a noble would collect art work.

Usually around his limbs he carries wire which he manipulates either by attaching them to his assassin's tools or through arcane mastery.

Armor/Clothing: He wears elegant black shoes that leave mobility for his ankles to move and refuses anything but. He wears as well dark wide pants of smooth flexible and light fabric. The ankles are wrapped up in boiled netch leather. He wears a similar shirt with his wrists as well being wrapped in the same manner. Over top a Velothian robe of black along with a deep violet sash holding up his Kindjal-Sica is worn.

Misc. Items: Silver Ring of the Immotal on the right index finger. A wolf headed dragon bites its tail symbolizing immortality. Sorcerer's ring on his left middle finger enchanted to fortify magic and absorb one in four spells if fate would have it so. Two Black Soul Gems, a tea cup, tea pot and an assortment of different teas.

Oh noes!! I completely forgot about this. I'm so sorry. I hope maybe I can get my sheet up.

Sheet two

Name: Verus Terentius

Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Birthsign: The Apprentice

Physical description: Verus is a small man, someone no one would notice in a crowd. He's stands at 5'8" and appears rather thin. He has no muscles and overall appears to be very weak physically. He has oily, black, mid-length hair that's slicked back, pale skin, and hazel eyes. He also has an almost constant smirk on his face, giving him an arrogant appearance.

Mental Description: Verus is an actor. Whenever he's confronted with a situation that requires him to speak, he takes on whatever personality seems appropriate. He only shows his true personality among his brothers and sisters. When with them, he still rarely speaks, but when he does, it's with a calm and anolyzing tone that often contrasts with the arrogant smirk he wears. When in battle, his personality also changes, going from a calm and respectful attitude to a superior and mocking one. However, this aspect of his nature rarely shows itself, as he will take every opportunity to avoid combat. He is very manipulative; his acting ability combined with his powers of illusion allows him to easily deceive and fool his enemies into thinking that he is actually an ally and that someone else is the true enemy.

Bio: Verus was born in Anvil to rich parents and led a very comfortable life, always getting whatever he wanted. However, when he left his home, he was always constantly harassed, and he was extremely weak; too weak to do anything about it. So, he decided that since he couldn't fight them physically, he would learn magic. It fascinated him, especially illusion.

After several years of seclusion and study, his parents kicked him out, finally sick of his growing antisocial tendencies. He wandered for a few years more before arriving in Cheydinhall, where he was assaulted by several drunkards. He used his powers, making them attack each other before coming in and killing the rest himself. The next night, he was approached by the Brotherhood, and he joined without hesitation.

He now has something of a reputation among his brothers and sisters for always keeping his hands clean of the assassination by manipulating others into doing it for him, then killing the person he was controlling. Some despise him for this while others admire him, but all he cares about is accomplishing his goal and returning to his studies.

Weapons: An elven dagger and occasionally a daedric sword that he summons and wields together with his dagger. However, he usually sets things up so that he never has to fight at all.

Armor/Clothing: He wears a gray robe, usually with the hood up. It's worn from age and wear and has a great many stains and marks on it, showing that Verus doesn't take care of it. Usually though, he travels under an invisibility spell when people are near, so there's no one to criticize him of this.

Misc. Items: He carries a small brown satchel, suffering from the same wear and tear that his robe has. Inside is one apple and a loaf of bread, as well as a wine bottle that is filled with clean water. It also contains a few different potions and all of his money, which amounts to around two-hundred Septims.




"The girl was quite a puzzle. She was too curious, and she hinted that she knew who we were looking for. She mentioned a Dunmer, though if she actually knew or simply guessed a race I'm not sure. However, she had a strange aura of magic about her, I could sense it. I've never encountered anything quite like it. I was about to force the truth out of her when I was interrupted by a dagger. I believe that a Morag Tong member had been watching and was protecting her. Looking back, it seems likely that she may have been a Tong member as well, but again, I'm not sure. If I had only had a bit more time..." Verus said, trailing off into thought at the end.

to continue from the last thread
ooc: I was talking about a generic dumner witness, nothing major. So I was not character controling, sorry for not specifying it was not serosi.

Name: Velandris

Race:Bosmer (woodelf)

Age:35 (still young in elf years)

Birthsign:Theif

Physical description: Velandris is a small typical Bosmer. His eyes are narrow and his hair natural hung and grown halfway down his neck. He has a fair muscle structure but he doesn't relly on physicle strength.

Short Bio: Velandris Was a gifted young Bosmer. His weapon skills exceeded all his predesecors. His skill with a bow was most exellent by Woodelf standards. He had joined a small group of scouts for valenwood and was set up. Given the wrong orders He had killed an Imperial captain stationed at a local Imperial outpost. Caught in the act Velandris was forced to avoid imperial soldiers and patrols. Soon he was Visited by a DarkbrotherHood listener who gave him a proposal he couldn't refuse. With the blood of one of his close friends he was eccepted into the dark family of Sithis.

Weapons: Glass bow, 27 silver arrows, two elven daggers.

Armor/Clothing: Custom made Black leather armor(just like the regular leather armor just black)/ Wears a brown cloak with hood over armor and weapons/ Golden ring giving him night eye

Misc. Items: Simple alchemy kit for making poisons(mortaal and pedstal)/A small bag of Nightshade and Bonemeal, flask of water (refillable at springs)

OOC: Morag Tong wake up!

IC:

My previous post with Serosi:



"Sit there!" Mehra pointed with her glass toward her bed. "I want to play something for you." As Serosi passed her he recieved the glass in his hands and sat at the right edge of the bed. Mehra stared at her guesst intently as she sipped from her glass, her lips barley touching the crystal as a thin stream passed between bring forth the sweet sensation upon her tongue. Smiling she soon followed and sat beside him to his left.

"Is it to your taste?" Mehra asked turning her head and drinking a bit more. Serosi copied her and drank as well briefly.

"Almost perfect." Serosi's eyes seemed to glimmer just a bit. His vampiric ancestry was pulling at him just a bit. Her scent was sweet, she would be better then any wine.

OOC: Meant to add more but i gotta do something.

Drynos was concerned and dissapointed at the results. Drynos thought it highly likely that the girl was a member of the Morag Tong. What other reasons did she have for attempting to kill Verus. He kept himself to himself. "What became of the girl?" Drynos wanted to know more so he felt he was in on the action. All he had done so far was cover Verus in the inn. After that all he'd done was sleep in the draughty undercroft. He felt useless...

Almerion raised a quizzical eyebrow to Tecido as he dragged a dunmer into the room, before offering threats of poison and promises of an antidote.

"You know, you have a lot to learn." Almerion shot across the room. "You have just shortened a long creative process, if he is our enemy, I doubt he is unprofessional. He would probably rather die before talking."

"So it would make more sense to offer him death, but slowly. Make him suffer, make him crave release, force him into mental submission, unlock his mind with his physical anguish. Just a piece of advice. Now, watch."

Almerion asked the Redguard if he was ready to talk, he shook his head and frantically tried to force the cloth from his throat, Almerion sighed a little in resignation, before dropping his cloak to the ground.

A small cloud of dust shot outwards where his heavy cloak landed, Almerion revealed his true physique, He stood at 6'7 and was almost as wide as two men in muscle. His Right arm, heavily cased in ebony armour from shoulder to finger. His torso was dressed in a finely detailed red velvet tunic, on arm of which was made as if the tailor intended it to be a waist coat, or if he was making it for a one armed man, the other fell down to his wrist with a large cuff supporting a small gold cufflink in which was a black jewel of sorts. Sebastian eyed it with a smile. He recognized it as a black soul gem which he had recovered on one of his first contracts, he didn't realise that Almerion kept it as a keepsake.

The ebony arm was finely detailed, it depicted the same picture of the night mother Sebastian had seen many times on the dark brotherhood sanctuary door, up on the shoulder was the same white skull and handprint of Sithis. At the tip of each finger was an inch long golden spike, acting as a talon and weapon.

Almerion turned his attention again to the Redguard and pushed him backwards. He grunted as his head collided with the dust covered stone floor, His hair seemed to go several shades lighter as his struggled to get up and failed, covering his head in the dust.

Sebastian admired his own work, he had peeled the flesh from the soles of the red guards feet, all that was left was seeping muscles tissue and tendons, he had done a cleaner job than any other time he had performed this particular surgery.

The colossal vampire towered over the merchants pitiful form, the light within the room seemed to fail for a split second as a wave of frustration shot through Almerions eyes. Sebastian sensed the final chapter of this mans life was coming to a close, but he knew Almerion intended to add another page to the story.

The man wrestled tirelessly against his restraints, his ankles and wrists bled furiously, congealing as the mixed with the dust on the floor. Almerion sat on a desk chair, one clawed finger picking at the tendons in the mans foot, he took his time, picking each one with great care. As if he had discovered a beautiful new instrument and was fine tuning each and every sound it made.

Sebastian had learned to be patient throughout the process, Almerion had made sure he was always present to watch and learn as he did these things. At first he saw it as futile, and that his time would be better spent dumping the body an proceeding to the next contract. That was until he saw the results it yielded.

Almerion was now pouring the vinegar onto the floor, followed by salt. He looked at Sebastian and smiled, then pointed to the window. Sebastian understood and walked forwards, removing one of the panes and breaking them on the desk with the hilt of his sword, He collected even the smallest of fragments and dropped them onto the floor with the salt and the vinegar, then cut the ropes restraining the Redguard.

"Now, you see." Almerion spoke to the room at large. "When a man senses the end, he see's his past. He remembers even the most insignificant details, a butterfly wistfully flying by in a peaceful summer, or a stray tear from his daughter which he never thought he noticed. And when that happens. I see it too. Nothing exists in this mans mind which can be hidden from my vision."

Sebastian forced the man upwards, holding him steady as he winced and recoiled, and forced him to walk over the glass and salt, his blood mingled horribly with the vinegar, it stung Sebastian's nostrils a little. Tears streamed down the mans face as he walked, He wasn't far from death. Sebastian squeezed his arm to reassure him that the end was near. He didn't know why he did this. He had sympathy for him, but couldn't say why.

Almerion smiled at the man and placed a finger under his chin, gently pushing his face up to reveal a sweat covered neck, the man closed his eyes in acceptance. The Vampire stooped over a little and positioned his head beside his neck, then opened his mouth wide and pushed against the old skin with his teeth. There was a little resistance at first, but the familiar warm sensation filled Almerions mouth as his teeth sunk a little further into the mans neck.

It took a second, then all flooded through Almerions mind, he saw everything. Every memory. Every sin and every good deed, it all passed through as if he was watching the mans life in super speed. But it wasn't there. Not what he was looking for, he had wasted his time. No matter.

"Well, it seems I have made a huge mistake my friend." Almerion said politely, wiping the blood from around his mouth with a crisp white napkin, which for some reason, had flowers stitched into it.

Sebastian was barely ready to let go, Almerion moved quicker than he was used to. He moved his arm back and launched it forward, Two fingers stood out from his fist. The man crumpled to the floor a second after Almerions armoured fingers made contact.

It was a curious sight, a tear stained dark skinned dusty face, with a large indent in his forehead where the skull had smashed, but the skin was holding it together.

"You dispose of the body." He pointed at Sebastian, who immediately got to work, pulling white sheets onto the floor and lifting the red guard onto it, then pulling out his dagger to start cutting through the flesh at each joint. He hated this job, but Almerion was not one to disobey. "And you, Is this the Dres dunmer you where curious about?" He added, pointing a bloodied finger to Parthia. He was enraged about his mistake with the Redguard. And his face showed it.

"Corection, I might be able to teach you a few things" Ticedo said as he heard the dumner gasp.

The poision was taking effect, his insternal organs where being slowly consumed by the acid, however to make the process mor painful it ate the entire outside layer first, one layer of cells at a time to avoid killing its victim too quickly, it also made sure the antidote worked before the victim was mortally wounded.

"See he will feel pain , probably just as much as the Red Guard however I don't have lift a finger he boasted taking a seat and watched the man twitch on the floor. He would talk, and if he did not he would die, either way it made Ticedos job easier. "Anyways even if he is naturally resiliant to pain the toxin is mixed with a agent that makes the mind numb and more willing to speak its secrets" he explained as the dumner howled.

Ticedo stood up awkardly and lowered himself to his knees before the dumner, he leaned over and wispered in his ear,

"There is another dumner, where is he"

The man simpily grunted and muttered something proclaiming his innocence and various other insults. Ticedo did not beleive his answer and continued,
"If you do not speak, I will allow my partner to finish my work" nodding in the vampires direction. The dumner simpily grunted again and rolled to his other side facing away from Ticedo.

He rose slowly and glanced at his vampire, "Do not worry, he will talk...eventually"

OOC: Been busy today. Short posts.

"N-no." Parthia looked upon the large vampire fearfully but she tried to hide it as best as she could. She didn't want anymore wasted time nor any more needless victims. "I'll go meet him..." A determined look was placed firmly on her face. She set Ticedo's things down on a table near her and she left the room once more as quickly as possible. She'd never seen this side of the Brotherhood. She didn't mind striking her target from a distance with her bow or even using her dagger up close but this was...too much.

Her dark green eyes searched through the darkness as she walked the hall way leading away from Almerion and the others. She lifted up the rain cloak up and off of her body revealing the dark red robe hugging her figure. It reached down to her ankles which were wrapped in leather straps holding her sandles onto her feet. The sleeves of the robe reached down past her fingers which gave her a big of a childish appearence though in practice it had a practical purpose of hiding her dagger. Her black sash held the golden scabbard of her elven shortsword. Her dagger was hidden against her lower back shifting side to side with the sway or her hips as she walked. The elven arrows were strapped to her back along with her bow which she could easly reach.

Parthia offered a polite smile at the grinning guard that stood watch in the main entrance room. The other had long fallen asleep it seemed and his partner didn't consider sharing the sight of Parthia's beauty. "Excuse me, i'm looking for someone's room." She looked aimlessly around wondering which hall way or which set of stairs to climb. "One of the guests, a young Dunmer with his hair sort of like this?" She reached back grasping her long hair which was much longer reaching down to her rear. It was also tied together close to the end but she tried her best to hold it in a manner similar to who she was looking for.

"And here i thought you'd be wanting to talk with me." The guard seemed to be middle aged and he flirted innocently. "His room is upstairs to the left, follow the hall way to the end and then make another left and his room will be on your right side at the end."

Parthia followed the directions taking each step carefully wondering if these were the last she would take. If this Dunmer was the Morag Tong assassin they were looking for she couldn't do anything stupid. She would...she would...well she didn't know what she would do. Perhaps it would be best simply to look around his room un noticed for evidence. As she neared his room her fingers and toes began to numb. She balled her hands into fists and wiggled her toes making sure she still had her footing. Her bottom lip was raked by her teeth slightly and she took a deep breath. Slowly she opened the door and to her relief there was no one inside.


Mehra's Room

Serosi could smell blood, it's fragrance urged him on. It was probably the Altmer he had seen...Serosi could recognize his 'kin' although due to Serosi's ancestry that was not always the case in reverse. Suddenly he felt his blade slowly being removed from his sash by Mehra. She placed the sheethed blade on her lap looking at the aristocratic detailed work. The scabbard was made of fine wood with an engraving similar to that of his ring as well as one of a black lotus. Her hand pulled the blade apart from the scabbard slowly showing the unique blade. The mixture of adamantium and glass gave it a swirling pattern as if oil with water.

"A handsome blade for a handsome noble." Mehra slid the blade back and placed it at the foot of the bed. "I carry something as well for my protecting as well." She pulled her robe up revealing her left thigh, to the inside of it was a thin ebony dagger strapped on. She slid it out offering it to Serosi who took it in his hand. As usual ebony was heavy but it was balanced well. It was perfect for stabbing but it wouldn't be incapable of being used as a throwing weapon. At the base of tthe weapon was the Hlaalu emblem etched on the very resource that had made it rich non the less.


Cheydinhal Streets

Oglind had retrieved his things from Ra and was now making his way toward the castle where Celia would retreat to find her father. It was possible she was followed by Dark Brotherhood having done what Oglind did. He would need to enter the castle with a new appearence of risk being killed in this weaker form. Entering as a guard would be best. For some reason security seemed to be very light. The guards were everywhere outside through the streets. At the main gate stood one guard leaning against the wall. His shield leaned much in the same manner and his sword hung loosely off his belt. Oglind would work with what he had and as he approached the guard, in his female form of Celia he smiled.

"Could you help me a bit and let me in?" Oglind knew it was highly improbable the guard would outright say yes.

"Do you have a reason to be in the castle miss?" He stood up off the wall taking a step forward.

"Well I need to see the count's son." It was fairly well known Andel's son was a bit less then modest with women.

"I'm sorry but unless you have some sort of invitation or..."

"I'll help you out and you'll help me out? Hmm?" 'Celia' tugged the lacing that held her dress against her briasts loosening it a bit.

"Don't fatigue yourself, save it, i have a wife." He waved his hand at her dismissivly. Damn these moral types Oglind thought to himself. Though it was refreshing to see it couldn't of happened at a worse time.

Oglind turned and began to walk away. There had to be some morally questionable over worked under appriciated guard that he could use. He turned into an alley way holding his sack of clothes over his shoulder as well as his bonemold staff. His eyes searched the ground as he considered his options. He was easily acrobatic enough to simply scale the building and enter, but once inside he was left with the same problem of finding a face no one else had. Maybe it was all just a waste of time regardless. Finding Dark Brotherhood would be easier than finding Serosi but maybe there was no luck either way, maybe...

"Hey new girl this is our spot find your own!" Oglind looked over seeing three Dunmer female 'ladies of the evening' looking rather annoyed at him...or rather 'her'. Oglind made a bland face of disapointment, as if the gods were conspiring against him. There had been many refugees from Morrowind to Cyrodiil after the debacle within the Tribunal Temple and more recently the Oblivion crisis. Stupidly some Dunmer thought it would be paradise in the heartland but instead after selling everything back home found that they had to work just as hard and had no where to go to now. Some took up these sort of jobs. It was disapointing to see his kin struggle like this, but at the same time everyone was responsible for their own choices.

"Are you human women always this stupid?" Another yelled as they crowded around Oglind. He'd have to defend himself or he'd be stomped to death. He didn't have the muscular ability, nor all the speed or even the flexibility of his previous form. His bones were smaller and the dress was rather akward to fight in. Even so he could take all three by surprise if he struck sensative and vital areas. The shock would be enough to drive them away. As one of them lifted up her leg for a kick, Oglind quickly spun on his back striking the other leg and knocking her down. As he stood up in a crouching position he head butted one of the ones standing up in the stomach upward forcing the are out, and drove his elbow to the groin of the other. Before Oglind could stand up fully all three were on the ground clutching various areas.

"I'm not a woman." Oglind spoke in his normal tone of voice, not Celia's shocking the three and sending them running. He dusted himself off grabbing his things that had been knocked down in the street. The point of his ability was to be confused with people he wanted to be confused with, not that he was walking in on 'working territory.' As he began to step away he heard the movement of someone running, they were armor, and soon a voice.

"Hey! Hey don't leave!" Oglind turned to see a Cheydinhal Guard running toward him. He held a halberd over his shoulder and a longsword on his belt, and in his fist a bag that jingled of coins. "Where did the Dunmer go? I brought the money." He seemed disapointed but now Oglind understood what this was all about. Splitting up money four ways is less favorable than three ways.

"Oh, um they went with some other guys. They won't be back tonight they said." Finally the morally bankrupt guard he needed showed up.

"Oh I see. I havn't seen you before, are you new?" The guard leaned against his halberd, his disapointment seemed to vanish.

"Um yeah just started tonight." Oh how cute, small talk between a prosttute and her client. Couldn't he hurry this along.

"Well i'll leave you some extra coin then. My name is Moris. Are you okay here?" Moris placed the halberd against the building in the alley and stepped toward her. What did he mean 'okay here'? And then it struck Oglind.

"Yea here is just fine." Oglind tried to offer his best smile. Though he was 'equiped' for the job thanks to Celia he had no intention of going too far. He almost struck Moris when he placed his hands on 'Celia's' hips and lifted her up to sit on a crate. He quickly began lifting up 'her' skirt but before he caught a glimpse of anything too interesting Oglind pulled Moris' guard helmet off and struck him in the back of the head.

"No charge." Oglind said sarcastically looking down at the unconcious guard. Oglind took a gaze to the right and to the left checking both ends of the alley and then quickly began undressing the guard. The mail armor would be bothersome to wear but a few minutes later 'Moris' walked out of the alley. He had to hide his staff and other belongings behind the crate. The guard that had refused his Celia appearence would regonize them if he walked toward him with it.

Soon he was by the gate entrance once more, the guard looking at him with slight displeasure. Was this "Moris" well known for his antics? It seemed so according to the morale fiber written all over the guard's face.

"I think i'm going to find myself a nice wife like you and settle down." Oglind mentioned something to be related removing the doubt he was who he pretended to be.

"Don't give me that [censored] Moris, you always say that when you don't get laid." The guard folded his arms and looked away as Oglind walked through the gates.

Perfect, he was in.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm not the best in direct combat, so when I was attacked, I made a quick retreat. I would assume, however, that she is with her rescuer. I was planning on going out again later after everything had died down and trying to find the girl again, though it may be best to simply wait until morning. I don't even need to find the girl in particular. Maybe the person who runs the inn. Yes, I'm sure they would know exactly who the girl was." Verus said, a plan forming in his mind even as he spoke.

Though he was curious as to what the others were doing, it didn't matter to him when they returned. He would find out eventually, and that's all that mattered. Until then, he would use his time to formulate his revenge on the Morag Tong member and the girl.

"Well..." said Drynos a yawn escaping from his mouth, "I think the morning sounds best... I'll just have a quick nap." with that Drynos' head slumped onto his right shoulder and his eyelids covered his red eyes as he drifted off to sleep. He had an uneasy sleep that night. All he dreamt about was the girl and the Sanctuary coughing out smoke...

"Such ignorance displeases me. You would speak with me with such an attitude." Almerion spat to Ticedo, flaring up a little. Sebastian was now busy rolling the dismembered body parts up into sheets and dropping them from the window into a grouping of bushes by the castle wall, By the time some one noticed them it would be to late for them to do anything about it.

"You would do better to target individual body parts brother, This dunmer is burning from the inside out, he will be in to much pain to talk." Sebastian muttered as he walked past, voicing what Almerion was thinking. "Should the girl be doing this alone? I must say I don't have much faith in her mettle, should I join her?"

"Yes, perhaps it is for the best.. I fear that in this chaos the five rules we live by will be ignored or forgotten. Make sure she remembers them."

Sebastian nodded and left the room, nudging the gasping dunmers leg out of the way of the door as he left.

"I will be placing a lock on the door, you know the password." Almerion shouted after him, He decided to make the room a little more secure if they where to be torturing people in here, the last thing he needed was the countless corpses of suicidal guards around the room. He left after Sebastian, closing the door on Ticedo.

"Now, lets see.." Almerion, eyes closed and mouth open, he breathed slowly, calmly. He could feel each breath touch his hand, which was held in front. With his free hand he cut a line down across his palm, the blood trickled down his wrist and into his tunic, pooling a little on the crook of his elbow.

His bloodied hand was now on the door, he opened his eyes and watched as the blood seeped out, but it was denying gravities pull.. Instead it was climbing upwards and tracing the outline of his hand, then outwards, leaving a skull drawn in his own blood, then it fell again, and began drawing the Night mother and her children. It was the same image he had seen many times on every sanctuary door.

Once the blood stopped moving he removed his hand, just in time to avoid the great white flames which sprang forth from his blood. The light filled the corridor, leaving it brighter than a thousand suns. Almerion shielded his hands from the bright light, but felt not heat from the fire. It was cold, almost ice.

And then it was gone, the white fire replaced by light bursts in his vision. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust back to the gloom of the castle, he swatted at the light bursts in front of his eyes like flies, until they all dissipated and he could see again. Where his blood was, he could make out the symbols of the brotherhood, branded into the door by the fire.

He raised his hand and pushed the door with some force, it didn't budge. Instead there was a sudden rushing of wind down the corridor. Almerion closed his sensitive eyes against it. The torch light flickered and his clothes swirled a little in the wind. It all seemed to collect itself around him, swirling up like a twister around his body.

Then it stopped and spoke.

"What is the colour of night?"

"Sanguine, My brother." Almerion replied to the disembodied voice. The door opened.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was wandering the castle, He'd checked three rooms. All where empty, Where had Parthia gone? Was she still in the castle?

Yes Sebastian answered his own question, stepping lightly, from the side of his foot inwards, balancing his weight perfectly and taking his time. Parthia was stood in a door way, he could tell from her posture that she was ready to defend or attack.

"You should pay attention to what's behind you as well as in front." Sebastian whispered into her ear when he was close enough.

The drunk shambled down the alleyway. It was the same alleyway in which Oglind had hid his belongings, as well as the unconsious guard. The drunken man took another sip from the bottle of wine he was carrying, now more than halfway empty. Ahead of him, a patroling guard noticed him, stopping short of the castle.

"Hey, what are you doing down there?" He turned to face the man, who was now using the wall to maintain his balance.

"None o yur damn bussyness" The man spat, stumbling and catching himself on a nearby crate. He drunkenly stood up and took another sip from the bottle. He dragged his sleeve across his mouth, and gave out a satisfied sigh.

"Sir, am I going to have to take you to the castle." He began walking torwards the drunk. This kind of thing happened every day. Especially with Nords. They always drank alot. This one, obviously, had gone over his limit.

"Yur not takin' meh anywere" The man said, and attempted to turn around before falling straight backwards. The guard sighed and jogged over to the drunken Nord. He was still awake. He had been hoping he had passed out so he could just lay there the rest of the night. Instead, he had to take him in for drunk and disorderly. He grunted as he slowly pulled him up.

"Comeon buddy, your goin to the dungeons." The drunk just grunted something as the guard looped his arm over his shoulder. He walked torwards the castle, the drunk weighing heavily on his back. The guard standing outside the gate pointed at the drunk.

"What did he do?" The guard hefted the man to a better position before responding.

"Drunk and disorderly." The other guard nodded. He asked him if he needed a hand, but the guard shook his head. He painstakenly walked down the halls of the castle, eventually reaching the stairs to the dungeon. He navigated the stairs before walking past the jailor, and pushing open the door to the cells. The jailor put down his book and walked behind him.

"Another drunk tonight?" The jailor asked, not really interested at all.

"Yep, but what are you gonna do, eh?" The jailor nodded as he went through his keys, finding a key to the empty cell. The guard went in and dropped the man on the mat. Now free of the burden, he stretched and walked out as the jailor locked the cell.

"I was hoping he would have passed out outside so I could have left him." The jailor laughed, and went back to his book. The guard walked out of the dungeons out into the hall. 'Finally' Balduronr thought to himself as he headed torwards the interior of the castle. He had caught the guard farther back during his patrol. He knocked him out and stole the armor before heading back. He was wondering how he was going to get in before he caught the drunk....

Oglind stood in true guard fashion pretending to be doing his job in the main entrance room as he saw a rather strange Imperial man go up some stairs and toward the left. Now where would Oglind find Celia. For now he would just stand against a wall with his halberd in hand.

Parthia spun around on her heel drawing her elven dagger out and slicing as quickly as possible at whoever was by her. A flash of red cascaded over her cheeks when she realized what she had almost done. Then anger. "What is wrong with you?!?" She yelled in a whisper as she put her blade away. She pressed her back against the wall catching her breath while looking down at the floor. She felt a bit more comfortable that someone else was with her but now she didn't want to open the door.

"You open it." Parthia looked up at Sabastian and then eyed the door. She felt as if the moment she would open it a dagger would pierce her heart. She could almost feel the tip of the blade against her flesh. Her hand quickly shot up and balled into a fist against her chest.

Mehra's Room

The wine stained red on the sheets beside the pillow as Serosi found himself on his back, the vibrant Mehra straddling his mid section while her hands held Serosi's wrists above his head. Her body leaned forward, her eyes shifting focus from crimson orb to orb while her breath swept lips inched closer and closer. A whirlwind of passion had seemed to possess her. The youthful noble, so docile and reserved almost infuriated Mehra. She could sense a willful presense and she wanted to bring it out. She wanted to see what was making her lose her mind. She wanted to hear him scream. Her hands slid up his wrists pushing the dagger he held out and her fingers laced with his, hands palm to palm. A soft fickle breath upon her lips paced back and forth before suddenly it was trapped between her kiss.

Mehra's body went from a nervous tense to a calm relaxed state almost instantly. Her legs squeezed his sides and her arms snaked around his neck trapping him, or was it her who was actually trapped. The slightest touch offered the greatest reaction like soft tickling from a lover one avoids and yearns for at the same time, such was his kiss in reply, so slight she wondered if she only imagined it. Her lips parted from his as she lifted her head only to see if Serosi was there, which he was pulling her supple lips into a relieved smile. The grip of her hands loosened slowly, their fingers brushing against one another before she slowly dragged their tips across his arms to his shoulders, up the side of his long neck and against his face.

Serosi sighed, finally a reaction. His warm breath swepted up the front of her neck in delight only to cause her to tremble as moments later its warmth disipiated. Mehra's hands gently lifted up off of his face pulling her robe apart and sliding it down her back leaving it bunched behind her on his legs. For a moment she simply sat perched atop him as if some mythical siren or a beautiful statue. Her scarlet eyes shined like jewels, almost as if crystalized blood against the snowy white background that was her hair that hung loose and unbound across her briasts that looked like snowy mountain tops. Lower, her belly was a lowering valley, flat and smooth to her navel and lower. Her long legs were bent and winded against his sides like the above ground roots of trees in the field. There was no denying beauty, vitality, youthfulness, but was that all?

Mehra didn't ponder those ideas. At a point passion over rules process of reason sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. She seemingly dove against him pushing apart the top of his robe and burying her face against his neck. Bosom against bosom, heartbeats embraced and breaths danced once again as her lips matched his. Serosi's arms slipped out of his own robe from the front and seemingly out of their own will held Mehra against himself. Was reason leaving him too? Did she slip something in his drink or was this of his own accord? What would Anrel think? This thoughts were distracted as he heard Mehra suddenly squeak. Her lean and elegant undressed body sat up once more with her finger tips reaching toward her bottom lip. Blood.

Serosi's eyes shimmered at the sight. She had cut herself on his fangs, the soft red liqiuid stainining her finger tips. He reached up grasping her hand gently and dipping her index and middle fingers slightly in his mouth. Mehra for a moment froze. She remembered the rumors of Dres nobles...that some were vampires. Were they true? She jerked her hand away and lifted herself up off of him only managing to raise to her knees before Serosi moved with great speed pushing her onto her back, her legs trapped to either side of his body. That reserved fierceness in his eyes seemed to have burst into flames, one that would consume her. Mehra's arms and legs flailed above trying to push the vampire off but he seemed to slowly lean in more and more. She quickly remembered Serosi's blade which she placed at the foot of the bed. She reached above her head and unsheethed it partially holding it toward his neck.

Everything stood still.

What turned from passion to fear was slowly kindling back toward passion. Who now stood above her was the very same person. Mehra's eyes had become filled with fear but her hearted still sensed the same gentle nature in him that had always been there. Slowly her hands leaned back placing the blade above her head. Her hands reached around her own neck parting the snowy soft hair that partially hid the darker ashen tone skin of her neck and chest. "Take...everything." Her voice shuddered slightly as she leaned her head back placing her hands loosely against his back. Slowly his warm breath became hot on the side of her neck, slowly, slowly, until she gasped feeling two small piercings giving way to two rivlets of hot liquid tickle her neck. The next moment his tongue ran across the wound cleaning it, only to have more of her essance leave her. The scent for him was intoxicating, Serosi was drunk with desire for it, like a wino for his wine. But there was also something else more whole drawing him to her, the same as she felt for him. Will devoid of reason was only passion, they were lost in a storm of each other.

The vampiric kiss vanished for a moment only to reappear again. Another gasp surprised her as a bite close to her heart was delivered. Her heart fluttered as Serosi drew. Her hands instinctivly wrapped around his head craddling it while her strong legs found root around his narrow waist. Mehra's cheeks and nose was tickled and adored by his soft hair as she buried her face in it breathing in his scent. Her heels pressed against his back sliding downward trying to push the rest of his robe off. She was parched and wanted now to drown. Reason was obselete.

Ticedo sat by the dumner twitching on the floor, he was losing his paitence. He turned to the vampire and sighed, "He is yours, feel free to interoate him some more or feast on his blood, it would not poision you it does not affect liquids so his blood is safe" he sighed and tossed him the vile of antidote. "If you see fit" he explained and hobbled for the door cane in hand, he was sick of the death filled room he felt himself sympathizing for the dead they had done no wrong as the interogations had revealed and had died in the war of two under ground groups.

He left the room and took a deep breath of fresh air, the anceint hidden chamber was as thick with dust and it irrated his air ways. He hobbled through the halls uncermoinously glancing at the art work that lined the walls. He had nearly lost himself in the winding hallways when he noticed Parthia and the vampire's companion. He approached them slowly and whispered from behind,
"Whathave you found"

Sebastian nodded in answer to Ticedo's appearance, he didn't listen to or answer anything he said, he just acknowledged his presence as he loaded an arrow into his bow. He wanted to get this done quickly, and if this [censored] was on the other side of the room, he wasn't getting any closer than the bow needed him to.

"Get ready to blast the [censored] out of anybody who isn't the dres, I want you to shout as you enter the room too, be sure to do that ok?" He said to the bosmer mage over his shoulder, hoping she knew a good spell for crowd control, or intimidation. "And you, get ready with whatever the [censored] it is you do to people that makes you valuable to the brotherhood." he finished, his head now pointed towards Ticedo, his bow to the door.

He kicked it open and ran through, shouting at the top of his voice for any one in the room to get down and not to mess around, sure the whole stealth thing was effective, but not when you where sneaking into a small room where the occupant probably has the door in his line of sight, or in the corner of his eye from any point in the room. He'd spot the door opening an inch in no time.

The best thing to do; in Sebastians experience, was to fly in without notice, shout loudly, make you're seem like a madman. Never give them a calm second to asses the situation, just barrage their senses with noise and visual aids, such as a threatening sword or a lightly glowing hand just itching to cause an explosion. Then their brain is assessing threats, but not solutions. If they have the chance to plan a defence, they will.

The room was empty, but not wasted. Parthia had a good nose, she'd missed the treasure chest, but at least she'd found a map. A strange sensation of foreboding swept over Sebastian as he entered the room. He pushed it from his mind for a second as he looked around.

"Assassin.." He muttered to himself. "Not brotherhood, freelance possibly, I don't recognize much of this equipment- No, scratch that, tong." He finished, talking more to himself. He'd spotted amongst the items on show, a weapon native to Morrowind. Its very rare that you get a freelanced in a province where assassinations are sanctioned and approved by the government.

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Almerion frowned as Ticedo left the room. He was tempted to drain him of enough blood to let him succumb to natural causes. That wasn't covered in the tennents, so he wouldn't envoke the wrath of sithis. Plus, he was a speaker for the black hand, it was in his power to punish, although in this case, he had no reason to other than a slight lack or respect.

He wasn't going to feed on the Dunmer, he was no good to him now, instead he kicked the mans head back and stood on his throat. He squirmed a little against the weight pressed on his neck, but eventually succumbed to his fate as his brain was starved of precious oxygen.

He looked at the Dunmer curiously, he felt no remorse. He didn't care for the lives of others, unless they where loyal to him.

He looked around the room helplessly bored, he couldn't find anything to intoxicate his interest. He left, thinking he might find a woman to tease before he rips the cartilage from he throat and feeds on her.

He turned the corner and he was off, he walked past a guard he was sure he'd seen just near the castle on his walk through the castle. He paid no mind to it.

He could appreciate castle cheydinhall. It wasn't dreg, it was viperous, full of plants and exotic d?cor. Andel was a man with taste, is not a spine.

What has she found? Almerion though to himself as he rounded the corner to see Sebastian fly through the door. He didn't follow. It would be too easy for him, he would rather test his apprentices skills and watch from afar. Instead, he tucked himself into an alcove, and wrapped his cloak around himself to stop the light glinting off his armoured arm.

Balduronr walked down the hallway, looking for all the world like a guard doing his job. Only he wasn't. He turned a corner and stopped .He heard yelling from down the hall. He pushed his helmet down slightly and headed in the direction of the sounds. He moved silently. He enjoyed the thrill he got from the job, that suspence he felt whenever he was closing in. The door was ajar, and Balduronr stepped in front of the doorway, blocking it with his imposing form. An Imperial man was in the room.

"What are you doing in here?" summoning the best guard voice He could. It was not hard. Nords have always been known for thier deep voices. They could be quite frightening when it was needed. The man appeared normal, dressed in casual clothes. Even if this had nothing to do with Serosi, his cover might be blown if he didn't carry out his guardly duties. If this turned into a fight, Balduronr had his shortsword was strapped to his back, underneath the Cheydinhal guard's curaiss. His dagger was stuck in his boot. His mind's eye anolyzed the man, sizing him up, even if Balduronr figured this was nothing, his subconsious was readying for battle, fight or flight style. As he Nord, he normally chose fight. As an assassin, however, that was a different story.

OOC: Nordic I have NO idea where you are and who you are talking to.

IC:

Upstairs Infront of Serosi's Room

Parthia gasped as Sebastian screamed charging in taking even her by surprised but she also ran in ready to cast any spell that she knew that could be of use. Once they were win her eyes searched all around quickly. A bed was against the wall across from the door, untouched. To the left a table against the wall and two chairs, as well seemed untouched with the exception of three wine bottles. To the right, another table that was longer but no chairs. Instead there stood a composite bow of Morrowind make, a chain sickle and weight, a shorter straight sword of akavirian style and ebony material, a long glass dagger that was curved and several other tools an assassin would use.

"What's going on in here!" The voice of a guard and a few others following behind was heard.

"You two stay here." Parthia told Ticedo and Sebastian. She quickly rushed out and closed the door behind just as the guards came into view. "Nothing, a friend was just having a bad dream. Everything is fine now. I apologize for the noise."

Oglind in the form of a guard, along with two others stared at Parthia. He stood to the right of the guard who had spoken and simply held his halberd by his side. She knew that if the guards would figure out who they were, it would cause an issue of complication for everyone. Oglind wondered what such a person would be doing with a bow on her back and a dagger strapped behind. Was she some sort of castle enforcer?

"I see ma'am, we heard the noise and thought there may have been some problem. Excuse us." The guard and one other began walking away but Oglind remained staring at Parthia who only smiled in a polite fashion.

"Moris come on."

A moment went by.

"MORIS COME ON DAMN IT!" Oglind turned around and with some quick steps made his way toward the other guards. He had forgotten for a moment who's form he had taken.

"Is all you do is ogle pretty girls while pretending to be a guard?" Oglind was scolded but didn't respond.

Parthia returned back to Serosi's room with the other two Brothers awaiting their responise. "So if this is him what should we do?"

Mehra's Room

Serosi suddenly stopped pushing himself up off of Mehra who opened her eyes and looked at the Dres noble. "I need to leave for a bit." His words were quick and dismissive as he began pulling his robe around himself. The undressed Mehra longed for his warmth reaching up and grasping at Serosi's sleeves.

"Why? Don't go..." Mehra's bottom lip slightly pouted as a saddened look covered her face. As Serosi stood up off of the bed and retrieved his sica, she sat up hugging a pillow as it sat on her lap. The reason he had to leave was that someone had entered his room. He had stuck an enchanted scroll under a cloth on the table in his room that would let him know if anyone entered. He suspected it had something to do with the new comers. Perhaps even the Hlaalu trying to cause problems for him as Mehra was used as a distraction.

"Don't leave tihs room." Serosi spoke to her as he left her room making his way through the hall ways.

Upstairs Through the Halls

Oglind almost swallowed his tongue when he saw Serosi walk right past the guards. He couldn't turn back to his normal form or else the guards would attack him. And he doubted Serosi would go along willingly. Instead he waited until Serosi had passed and spoke to his 'fellow workers.'

"I'll guard upstairs." Oglind did not even wait for a response before he took a quick turn at the next hall and after a moment came back out and walked toward the direction Serosi had went. He seemed to be heading toward the room where the screams had been heard and after following him a bit further this was exactly where he had ended up. Serosi placed his hand on the door knob, turned it and opened the door.


Serosi's Room

Parthia turned around quickly, her eyes fearful and in shock as the Dres noble stood in the door way. He did not say a word, instead he looked from her, to Ticedo to Sebastian. "You seem to be lost." Serosi's voice came off as soft and polite yet deep. It was if he addressed friends, not enemies. Did he know who they were? Parthia looked to Sebastian and awaited his actions.

Ticedo stood dumb founded, most likely this was the man they where searching for and their target. His first instinct was to draw the blade from his cane and teach the dumner a new level of pain however that could end badly if his comrades did not follow his lead. Instead he smiled warmly and extended his hand while with his other hand loosened the blade so he could react quickly if it came to blows. He did not want to intimidate the man so he came up with an en excuse as best he could,
"Hello my friend" he said wamrly as though they where old friends, "me and my friends here spent longer than we intended with the count and are trying to find our way to the main hall, do you know these halls better than this old man" he said. If he fell for the ploy he would turn his back, and open himself to attack.

OOC: I'm going to wait for Solidor to also post.

BTW for the stragglers, i'm going to have a situation in which the MT and the DB will group up before we head out. Some of you got lost.

ooc: Agreed.

OOC: Sorry for my lack of activity, christmas can be very busy indeed, as im sure you have all experienced first hand im typing up now and will edit my IC in shortly. All done.

IC:


I span around as the voice spoke, my arrow pointed directly at his centre mass just a few feet away, my heart tried clawing its way up my throat in blind panic before a few deep breaths subdued it and it dropped down into my stomach like a dead weight.

I didn't break eye contact with the Dunmer as Ticedo walked forward and offered a hand, this wasn't the kind of guy id willingly offer my hand to, he made his way to the room moments after I knocked the door in, what's he hiding? [censored] it, who cares. It's to late to ask myself questions now.

And where the hell is Almerion?

"Easy boy, I don't think playing the lost tourist will help much here Ticedo, we're armed, he knows we didn't stumble into this room trying to find our beds." I said in a loud stage whisper, still glaring at the Dunmer, it was to late to take him by surprise. But we where feet away any my arrow was loaded and waiting to fly, and I doubt that it was going to let a little soft flesh stand in its way.

"Now, what happens next is up to you. But choose wisely, one wrong move and you're going to have a new hole to drop waste from."

I was sweating, why? Who cares, I'll figure that out later when my brain doesn't have to keep the threat of an un-trusted new comer in check, But the beads rolling down the back of my neck wasn't exactly helping my concentration.

Parthia mustn't have been much better, she was a jitter bug as it was, I chanced a glance: Correct, eyes wide with fear. [censored]. Fears good, it is, it makes us human. But the secret is, knowing when to show it and how to control it to you're advantage. Fear could save you're life in the right situation. This wasn't the right situation. Well, she'd learn.

"So? Tea and cakes or arrow and torso?"


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Almerion recognized the dunmer from the party immediately, the way he carried himself, the way he was dressed; although he looked a little dishelmed. Maybe that ash skinned hoker had got her claws into him after the party too.

A faint sweetish tang of blood tickeled the speakers nostrils as the door opened, he couldn't decide why, it wasn't the Redguard's blood so it wasn't coming from any traces of it on Sebastian. Almerion frowned with curiosity as the Dres walked into the door way.

"I'll guard upstairs." Almerion could hear a faint echo. He was lucky he was endowed with heightened sensed as a vampire, anybody else, save maybe a Khajiit, would have missed it. He stood hidden, waiting for the footsteps to draw closer. Each step echoed around his skull in time with his withered heart beat, he didn't know if his heart was still beating or not after so many years. But he imagined that it did.

"Ah, my dear guardsman, so noble, so strong." He grinned, mocking him in fake reverence. "All good traits, but I'm afraid they wont help you pass me. My friends are talking and I must be sure to keep the conversation between just them."


OOC: Thought id experiment with my writing style in the first half. what do you think?