Eyeing the Breton with caution, Theram answered, "The sun sets in maybe 3 hours, do you have prior engagements?" The remark was a bit sarcastic, and Theram was almost always very polite. But being an Armiger for years made his senses keen, something seemed... odd about the Breton, he looked wild, and almost afraid.

As well as in the corner of his eye, Theram saw a rather hardy looking Redguard come into the room and take a seat, eying the others, as well as Theram's own armor, and his Crescent Blade.

"The blade was a... gift, per say... as for the Ebony Mail, Boethiah blessed me with it I suppose." Theram said to the Redguard with a chuckle, mainly because the Dunmer's past was a horrifying tale tragedy and deceit.

"When will the damn chancellor come? I'm sick of politicians."

When the Dunmer walked in and revealed his weapon to the room, the Khajiit's brain began working in thief mode. Here was a Dunmer who was armed to the teeth--obviously no mild mark--carrying one of the most notorious weapons of all time. Despite himself, J'inji wondered how much he could sell it for... if he sold it. Who wouldn't want the Daedric Crescent in their collection?

Unfortunately, as long as the Bow of Shadows was bound to him, he was unable to touch another weapon without injuring himself. Even most kinds of silverware apparently made the precarious thing jealous. So he could only look at, and not touch, this Artifact buffet.

The same went for Wabbajack, although the Khajiit wasn't sure he'd want to get his hands on it anyway. Sheogorath was one of those Daedric Princes who was better left alone, by his account.

The nice ring on the Breton's finger, however, would have given him no trouble, nor would the shield of the Redguard who had just come in (he recognized it from his research into the Artifacts, but couldn't remember what it was. exactly). Then again, he had no doubts the Redguard would put up a fight for it; he looked like one of those warrior Redguards the Khajiit had come across in his time in Sentinel. Nasty in a fight... usually better to avoid altogether.

When the Dunmer announced that he had the Ebony Mail, the Khajiit nearly started salivating. Slowly, he shifted in his chair so that he was sitting up--a better position for an easy escape, if need be.

"I'd be careful where announce your priceless Artifacts, sera," J'Inji said, his grin in his voice. "There may be an invisible thief sitting two chairs down from you."

Of course, in the end, it was all wishful thinking; he wouldn't try to take any of the others' Artifacts. He knew better (now) than to steal Daedric Artifacts from the "rightful" owners, more's the pity.

"If you so much as look them, I'll send your thieving soul straight to Oblivion. I've done it before, and I still hear their screams." said Theram, in a rather menacing tone. Also, he was serious, the treasures that he wielded and wore were the most prized things in his life, and if somebody took them away, they were dead men.

But, as soon as Theram ended his threat to J'Inji, Chancellor Ocato and 2 other members of the Elder Council walked into the room and sat in finely decorated chairs. Theram looked at them, almost with a hint of disgust, he'd never liked the Noble types.

"Hmm, so few, and yet some are rather well suited to this occasion... other however... " Occato trailed off, looking at the half-naked Breton. "You have all been called here for a special reason. I'm sure more will be on their way, but for now I shall give a little taste of what is happening in Tamriel." The Chancellor became very serious.

"Not only has the Oblivion Crisis swept across our land, those damned gates spawning all sorts of hellish thing. But now, the great Akiviri nation is on our door-step. Anvil and Leyawiin are lost, as in the entire Eastern Seaboard of Morrowind, the ones who landed in Black Marsh have almost no chance of survival. But another, much larger force, has landed on the beaches of Elsweyr." The Chancellor took a drink.

All the while, Theram was intent on listening, hopefully the others were too. "If these forces reach each-other, in the very center of Tamriel, hope is lost for us.

"I'm putting you all in charge of a group of blades, 62 strong. You will go into the cities and villages, train them in warfare, and do everything in your power to quell this invasion."

Theram shook his head, chuckling to himself, for he knew that the people of Cyrodiil will not cooperate in this kind of situation, panic will set in. "Did all of you get that?" said Theram, once again chuckling. Then he went back to polishing his sword and briastplate.

Doljak Fernis, madman among madmen, was just in front of the council chambers door, when he heard voices coming out of them. Why am I here again? He thought to himself. Well I really don't care, as long as there is Skooma and rabbits ? I mean moonsugar- in there.

A week or so ago he received a letter saying something like "Council chamber at the Imperial palace" Doljak couldn't read anymore because the letter was already in his mouth serving as chewing gum. Doljak always like chewing things?like rabbits, moonsugar, septims? and people.

Having tasted the flavor of the letter, the madman longed for more. Perhaps there are more chewing letters in the council chambers?Better go check it out, or there will be non left for me! He started panicking and ran to the Imperial City.

And so there he was, about to enter, when suddenly a Palace guard came to him and said. "Sir, we need your invitation so you may enter" He looked like he had recent trouble with the other other guests?

"I want my chewing letter." "wha-?" A crunching noise following with the instant death of the guard is what happened next.

So Doljak burst into the Council chambers. "Did you all get that?" He heard a dunmer with a shiny weapon say. He liked him. He always liked people with shiny weapons.There were other people in the room, and his mad instincts told him another one was hiding? he smelt like khajid. He also liked khajids, kitties were good at hunting rabbits, and he HATE rabbits.

"I didn't get that. Where is my chewing letter? He had none!" Donljak screamed out, throwing the legionnaire on the big table in the middle of the council chambers. It looked like he weighed nothing.

"Whats THAT?" He suddenly yelled, pointing at Wabbajack. The 8.2 feet and 661 pound Nord sprinted towards the Argonian and kneeled. "My lady, I am at your service!" He looked up to her and asked in a childish voice: "Do you have kitties?"

OOC: I am sry for delay, but i was sleeping. If you have trouble with my char, just tell me and I'll make him a bit more... sane.

Theram was just about to speak when a huge Nord came bursting through the doors. He was rambling about kitties and 'chewing letters'. "Oh by Azura, he's a Sheogorath follower." said Theram, covering his face with both hands and chuckling slightly. The large Nord then noticed Wabbajack, the staff so famous for being related to Sheogorad followings.

He ran over and knelt before the Argonian who owned it, calling her 'my lady' and asking her is she had kitties. This didn't puzzle Theram, Sheogorath followers were always a bit mad. Chancellor Ocato however found it not funny in the least. "Who are you, and what on Nirn are you doing here!"

Theram stood up from his chair, "Chancellor look," said Theram pointing at the strange sword the Nord carried, "He carries the BiPolar Blade, it was made in Mournhold. I think he's here for the same reason as we are." Chancellor Ocato exchanged glances with the other two councilors. "Very well, but did he have to throw the guard?"

Theram once again chuckled, but then went back into a serious stance, "Okay, if we could all regain a bit of composure, I believe the Chancellor wants to explain a bit more." and Theram sat back down, waiting for the Nord and others to do so as well.

The moving mass of muscle had suddenly a slight flash of sanity, which happens now and then, depending on the moon cycle. He is absolutely convinced that he is going through his period, which manifests itself in sanity.

Damn, did I just kill an agent of the empire? Well, It seems that nobody made much ruckus about it.

"Aye!" he answered to the Dunmer who suggested that they should keep calm. They are damn lucky that I am going through my period?

He immediately got up from his kneeling position and took a seat right next to the argonian, which he gave her a secret wink with his red eye, which could be interpreted in many ways. The seat lasted two seconds, and then crashed under the weight of the nord. He sighed and stayed at his position, because he was even now in a bit higher stance than the argonian herself.

"So? What's this all about?" he gave a bit if intimidating impression, talking so loudly and smashing his palms on the desk so that the whole desk vibrated.

He noticed the dead guard and picked him by the head with his two fingers, only to throw him out of the room through the open door. He looked disgusted by the view, as he just had killed a mosquito and wanted to get rid of the corpse as soon as possible. A shattering of metal announced the landing of the corpse at the outside of the Imperial palace.

Doljak just said:"Bleh."

Woo... I think thats what it would be like if there was a retarded Hulk at school. I could imagine the guard being a kid O.o ))

Viridius listened closely to Ocato's words, leaning against the table now, slightly to provide some people's eyes relief, the other reason being he did not want to miss out on any information passed through.

So far, he learned that the massive gates he had seen in the wilderness were indeed, spewing out Daedra.. and if daedra were coming out one side, they must of been entering from another. Viridius could only think of one place in the universe where such massive amounts of creatures existed.

Perhaps he would be able to enter Oblivion, then seek out which ever Daedric God it was that was in charge of the invasion. After finding him, Iridius could somehow get the god to take him to what ever realm Hircine was.. and from there, things would be solved. It was either that, or go down fighting for a cause.

Iridius let out a sigh before slowly rising, slipping his sacred ring from his finger and setting it in his palm, looking around at everyone sitting around the table.

"Lord Ocato, and my friends.. I fear I do not possess the skills necessary to be able to help in leading a group of sixty two people. I can not help through out the ways of Warfare..." Iridius looked about nervously, before continuing, "However. This ring here, has aided me many times over with its ability of bringing invisibility to the wearer upon his will. With it, I have been able to get inside many cities, and take anything I need, without as much commotion as one would expect happen in places where I am at, when you see somone like me."

"If you may Ocato, I would like to serve as more of a.. scout. I would go beyond these hellish Gates and return with any information you required. With this ring," Viridius gestured to the ring he had set against the table, "I ca be of far greater use then any of you imagine of me just by casting a simple look. With this ring, and with more that I feel not comfortable sharing with you... not now."

Viridius let out a sigh, saying what he had to say finally and hoping that the opinions of others would change slightly thanks to it. He slowly took the ring off the table, wrapping his fingers around it and sitting down.

Lets hope they take the offer, no questions asked...

OOC: Come on guys, cut me some slack and slow down a bit, I have school now you know?

Aluna looked up from her book at the sound of a voice like gravel.

"So... Argonian, how did you acquire such a fine staff, I hear that Prince Sheogorath is rather tricky."

A Dunmer? A Dunmer from Morrowind to be exact judging by the facial tatoos. Immediately she turned back to her book, ignoring him. She did not like Dunmers at the best of times. And at the worst of times, they were Ashlanders. Though that didn't seem to bother the him, as he was already beginning to speak to someone else. But before she had even begun searching for her place she noticed that the room was not nearly as empty as it was before. The man the Dunmer had been spoke to, a naked Breton who was thoroughly battle scarred, was sitting himself down looking slightly worried. Setting her book down with a face of confusion and slight disgust, Aluna had noticed that the Dunmer was also heavily armored and wielding the Daedric Crescent. A voice rang out beside her, the voice of a Khajiit.

"I'd be careful where announce your priceless Artifacts, sera," The voice said, apparently amused. "There may be an invisible thief sitting two chairs down from you."

Aluna looked into the nothingness next to her, and noticed a new bag had appeared beside her own. She must've been reading a very good book to miss so much at once. Sheogorath's followers can weave such interesting tales though Aluna was surprised that they were able to write them down. The Dunmer replied to the voice angrily.

"If you so much as look them, I'll send your thieving soul straight to Oblivion. I've done it before, and I still hear their screams."

Aluna knew that the Dunmer were the masters of drama, and she didn't expect any less as she rolled her eyes at this theatrical, slightly rehearsed sounding, remark. Even more so, due to the fact it was directed towards a seemingly joking voice that had no face. Truly, her distaste of the Dunmer, and their sense of humor, was not misplaced.

A moment later, a Redguard brandishing the unmistakable Spell Breaker, entered the room. He paused a moment, looked towards Aluna, then the Dunmer, down to the bag she now assumed belonged to the faceless voice, and then he noticed , surprisingly at the last moment, the naked man sitting across the table. He sat down on the other side of the invisble voice without saying a word, and seemed to be sitting just opposite from the naked Breton.

The chancellor walked in. Aluna sat up.

"Hmm, so few, and yet some are rather well suited to this occasion... other however... "

Aluna replied in her mind, even though the Chancellor was obviously referring to the naked man.

"Well some of us can only be so wealthy when all they do is make deliveries for fat Mage's" The chancellor continued, his tone becoming more serious.

"You have all been called here for a special reason. I'm sure more will be on their way, but for now I shall give a little taste of what is happening in Tamriel. Not only has the Oblivion Crisis swept across our land, those damned gates spawning all sorts of hellish thing. But now, the great Akiviri nation is on our door-step. Anvil and Leyawiin are lost,"

This information struck Aluna's in the chest. Her father lived in Leyawiin.

" as in the entire Eastern Seaboard of Morrowind, the ones who landed in Black Marsh have almost no chance of survival. But another, much larger force, has landed on the beaches of Elsweyr. If these forces reach each-other, in the very center of Tamriel, hope is lost for us." The Chancellor took a drink. "I'm putting you all in charge of a group of blades, 62 strong. You will go into the cities and villages, train them in warfare, and do everything in your power to quell this invasion."

Aluna was about to reply in objection, her having no experience in the training of anything, let alone soldiers, when she was interrupted by the sound of grinding stones.

"Did all of you get that?" The Dunmer said aloud, apparently amused by himself. Aluna scoffed.

Suddenly, after a series of bangs and grunts, a huge man burst through the doors, almost just as naked as the breton.

“I didn’t get that. Where is my chewing letter? He had none!” He said to himself with a booming voice. Then his eyes fell on Aluna. She nearly jumped out of her seat as he screamed "What's THAT!" and began sprinting towards her, only just to fall to his knees. “My lady, I am at your service!” He looked up and asked in a strangely childish voice “Do you have kitties?”

"Wha-?"

"Who are you, and what on Nirn are you doing here!" The chancellor demanded. The Dunmer stood and replied "Chancellor look, He carries the BiPolar Blade, it was made in Mournhold. I think he's here for the same reason as we are."

The chancellor looked at the huge Nord, gaping before saying in an uncertain tone. "Very well, but did he have to throw the guard?"

The Dunmer said, again with his throaty gutteral noise that was reminiscent of a chuckle, "Okay, if we could all regain a bit of composure, I believe the Chancellor wants to explain a bit more."

Aluna looked up to the ceiling groaning loudly, she was patient. Now she couldn't handle it anymore. She waited for the naked Breton to finish his lovely speech of supposed self sacrifice before speaking for the first time.

"Oh please! I was under the impression that something important was supposed to be taking place, not this... Circus act!" She looked up at the Nord now sitting next to her in a heap of rubble. "I didn't even know why I was here to begin with, because unlike everyone one else's letters, mine was pretty damn vague. And before I know it, I'm surrounded with insane people and being told I was being put in charge of a platoon and even try to do something about those gates to Oblivion! I mean..." She threw her hands over her eyes and sighed "I don't even know what to do. This is all just a little too heavy for me... Obviously you want my ring and staff, but I might just have to decline." Aluna stood up and reached for her bag and the Wabbajack. "My father lives in Leyawiin you know?" The sound of distress rose in her voice. "I was only here in the city to get some damned supplies from the University. I didn't even know the Akaviri were here yet..." She glared at the Chancellor "And on such short notice. I understand that you're desperate, but really, all you could scrounge up was this? The only one here I could only remotely believe was competent for this task is that Dunmer who's obviously full of himself. And one of these sick parodies of the savior you're looking for, I can't even see, and that Redguard hasn't even said a word!"

She hoisted her bag over her shoulder, grabbed the Wabbajack, and walked towards the exit.

J'Inji was generally unmoved by the Dunmer's threat. He'd been braced for as much, although the cold surety with which the mer issued the threat was telling.

Then, a regal-looking Altmer that could only have been Chancellor Ocato entered the chamber with two other upper-crust men and began outlining the situation, and what those in the chamber were expected to do. While the Altmer spoke, J'Inji relaxed back into his chair, tossing his feet up on the Elder Council table, just because he could.

He'd seen the Gates while wandering around Tamriel, but had heard nothing about an Akaviri invasion. It tugged unpleasantly at his stomach to hear that they were taking Morrowind; as much as he hated the place, he had been born there, and therefore owed it a smidgeon of loyalty. His ears flattened against his head when the Altmer told them they would be training and army of Blades. Was this some sort of joke?

The Khajiit jumped, startled, when a half-naked Nord burst in and threw a Legionnaire at the table. ...and he was fairly certain no living neck was meant to bend the way the Legionnaire's was. Then, when the Nord asked if the Argonian had any 'kitties', J'Inji self-consciously moved to the far side of his chair, suddenly concerned for his own welfare. Sweet Daedra, let the man not want to 'pet the kitty.'

The Dunmer chuckled that the Nord was a Sheogorath follower, and the Khajiit couldn't help but agree. The Nord was covered in blue runes, acted like a raving lunatic, and seemed to have misplaced his shirt and pants. J'Inji very much did not like the sight of the double-edged sword he carried; letting a madman carry a weapon that dangerous was as good as inviting the Akaviri army into the Imperial City with a full parade.

In a flash, the Nord seemed to regain his sanity, and sat down like a perfectly normal person. That is, if massive Nords who broke chairs and spoke in shouts were normal. Which, from J'Inji's experience in Skyrim, wasn't really far off the mark.

J'Inji returned to his relaxed position, stretching his feet back out on the table. The Breton stood up and offered his services as a scout. J'Inji studied him with renewed interest, especially when he revealed his ring to be another invisibility-imbued artifact. The only one J'Inji was aware of was the Ring of Khajiit. That explained why the Breton was there, then. Although it still did not explain his lack of clothing.

It was that point when the studious Argonian finally broke, the stress of everything that had just happened apparently getting the better of her patience. Ah, he thought as she continued, she is worried about her family. I might be too, if any were left alive in Morrowind.

The Khajiit sighed. "Ah, wait up, Argonian. The situation is certainly hopeless, but perhaps we can come to a better arrangement than... what the Council thinks wise."

Then, he concentrated and activated a mild Light spell. His form shimmered into view in all its glory: dressed in upper class clothes except for the bow on his back and the bare feet still on the Elder Council table. Overall, he looked like a softly glowing green ghost; a semblence that had occasionally gotten Turn Undead spells thrown his way. He was not a mage by any means--he could only hold this spell for a short time--but it was nonetheless only polite to address the High Chancellor in a somewhat visible form.

"I have many skills, High Chancellor... but none of them have anything to do with war." He gave the Altmer a cocky, toothy smile. "I am therefore in agreement with the Breton and the Argonian. We have among us some of the most powerful items on Nirn. Leading Blade platoons seems like a silly waste of our skills."

Iridius watched as the Argonian let out a Outburst, she losing her patience. Just then ,he heard the voice of a male, with a somewhat Khajiit accent to it.

"Ah, wait up, Argonian. The situation is certainly hopeless, but perhaps we can come to a better arrangement than... what the Council thinks wise."


A small green glow emitted , Iridius looking toward it to see what appeared to be some green misty form of a Khajiit.

"I have many skills, High Chancellor... but none of them have anything to do with war." the form seemed to give a smile, or what was a attempt of one, to Ocato "I am therefore in agreement with the Breton and the Argonian. We have among us some of the most powerful items on Nirn. Leading Blade platoons seems like a silly waste of our skills."

Iridius then looked to the Argonian, taking a deep breath.

"Oi! Dont leave... if you think there is some better way of solving this, it would be better for everyone here if you layed down your opinion now instead of keeping it to yourself! Otherwise, you may as well go help the invaders out."

Chances were Iridius was about to be the cause of a major screamfest, but he knew civilization to do this. As long as he got out of the city before it was completely night, he did not care.


Lets just hope I dont get arrested for anti-social behavior.

“I KNEW THERE WERE KITTIES AROUND HERE!” Doljaks victory scream was sudden and jovial. He clapped with his hands like an amused kid at a circus play. His happy attitude changed rapidly when he realized what the Khajid said. He was dead serious now. The Nord with the blue runes took two septims and flipped them into his mouth. Chewing them like butter, he continued talking…well what he thinks talking is.

“The Khajid is right, my lord Chancellor.” He sounded like a man who you could trust his judgment. “We are not Warlord, but mere wielders of powerful weapons. What you need, M’lord, is a good bunch of experienced generals. We lay our skills inappropriately for being leaders. Perhaps if you would give us more appropriate tasks.” He gulped one septim down and flipped two more into his orkish-like mouth.

“And now, could someone tell me why my feet smell like STINKEY CHEESE?” He expressed the last two words in a nordish like high pitched voice.

He turned to Aluna and whispered very loudly: "Don't leave, PLEASE. I like how you smell..." He looked at her with the expression of a sad dog with one blue and one red eye.

Raccal jumped as a voice spoke clearly from only a few seats down, and he could make a wild guess it was a Khajiit, obviously invisible, though he figured he discovered the owner of the bag. He smirked at the Dunmers typical response, so full of flair and drama, and the tough facade every man or mer like him wore over top.

He sat up as Ocato walked into the room, and made sure the room had quieted before speaking. Raccal listened closely, though all was known to him, for he was in the Legion after all, and had even fought a small, quick skirmish against the Deadra outside of Chorrol. It had been short and bloody, with a small Daedric force nearly overwhelming Raccal's group. Thankfully, death had become an almost regular thing in his life by then, but the scene was unbelievable all the same.

As Ocato continued to the point of "leading a team of Blades", Raccal merely made a scoffing noise and shook his head. Any member of the Blades was probably already more skilled than anyone in the room at the moment, and they certainly didn't need some outsider "training" them. He remained silent however, choosing to listen on, when a loud crash came from the doorway, and in an instant there was a seemingly dead Legionnaire lying on the table in a heap.

A tank of a man bounded in, yelling about things that Raccal didn't even comprehend, for his hand grasped around his spear, though he doubted it would harm the man if he tried. However, in an instant, the man calmed down, and sat, and Raccal frowned as the chair shattered beneath him, leaving him to stand.

Everyone seemed to want a turn in the spotlight, for the Breton that Raccal had purposely avoided, and began speaking, something about being a scout or something. Raccal wasn't listening very closely, as he watched the large Nord out of the corner of his eye. Next, the Argonian woman stood up, and began ranting about the invasion and how exactly they were supposed to stop the Daedra and the Akaviri, and before he could wrap his head around all this she was walking to the door, clearly fed up with all this, and she pointed his way, saying he hadn't even spoke yet. He glared at her, not knowing why he should have to speak.

He was about to speak, when next to him a feline form appeared, and he just shut his mouth and watched and listened as he began a large speech, telling Ocato that they would not be best suited for leading a force of well trained Blades, but for something else. By now, Raccal was sitting low in his seat, arms crossed, and he barely even noticed the Nord monster-man squeal like a child at the appearance of the Khajiit.

When the man finally calmed down, Raccal stood up, clearing his throat but ignoring the Nord as he spoke. "I highly doubt the effect of us leading a group of the Empire's finest warriors, especially when they are probably more skilled than anyone here."

He sat down rather lamely, knowing his speech wasn't very good, but he was trying to ignore the stupidity going around the room, and he looked around the room to see who would speak next, while resting his spear on his lap.


OOC: Not very good, but I knew that golfing today would end up putting me behind and I wanted to get caught up before I fell behind more.

"Ah, wait up, Argonian. The situation is certainly hopeless, but perhaps we can come to a better arrangement than... what the Council thinks wise."

Aluna turned around to see a translucent Khajiit standing on the council altar. A very well dressed, translucent Khajiit standing on the council altar. He turned to the Chancellor.

"I have many skills, High Chancellor... but none of them have anything to do with war." A grin appeared on the ghostly face of the Khajiit. "I am therefore in agreement with the Breton and the Argonian. We have among us some of the most powerful items on Nirn. Leading Blade platoons seems like a silly waste of our skills."

The Breton spoke to her after the khajiit finished.

"Oi! Dont leave... if you think there is some better way of solving this, it would be better for everyone here if you layed down your opinion now instead of keeping it to yourself! Otherwise, you may as well go help the invaders out."

Aluna dropped her bag on the floor next to her.

"Thank you for agreeing with me cat." Aluna didn't care for what she was hearing. "But what skills am I wasting here? I'm hardly the Battle Mage my father tried to make me. I have a stick that can make dogs out of cats, " she stared at the Khajiit for a moment " and a magic ring."

Then she looked over at the Breton next.

"And I am not keeping anything to myself, there is nothing I can contribute, nothing! And help the invaders out? Help them kill my father? I'm going back to murder them. I can't keep sitting here while he's is still in Leyawi-" She was interrupted by a scream that was emanating loudly from the Nord's mouth.

“I KNEW THERE WERE KITTIES AROUND HERE!” He paused, seeming to work over what was just said. He adressed the Chancellor. “The Khajid is right, my lord Chancellor. We are not Warlords, but mere wielders of powerful weapons. What you need, M’lord, is a good bunch of experienced generals. We lay our skills inappropriately for being leaders. Perhaps if you would give us more appropriate tasks.”

Aluna was surprised and almost shocked at this sudden wave of sanity, though she was immediately back to square one when the Nord called to her.

"Don't leave, PLEASE. I like how you smell..."

"You see what I'm talking about?"

Then the Redguard spoke, though over the Nords demanding of why he smelt like stinky cheese. "I highly doubt the effect of us leading a group of the Empire's finest warriors, especially when they are probably more skilled than anyone here."

"Yes, exactly..." Aluna agreed. She breathed in heavily "Now if anyone can help me with my father, I would gladly listen. But I don't need to hear any more of this..."

She sat down on the floor with a thump and stared at the ground.

The events unfolding in front of Theram were dramatic, and a bit selfish. The Argonian seemed to have no idea the impact that the Akiviri Invasion and Oblivion Crisis would have, the Khahjiit was a clearly a thief who underestimated his abilities, and the Nord was a madman.


The Redguard and Breton however seemed more on track than the others.Theram decided to stand up and hopefully salvage the group and sway their opinions.

"Stop! Before you walk out of that door, remember what's beyond the walls of the Imperial City. Aluna, I know who you are, and I know how a loved one of yours perished in Leyawiin. Bravil as well is gone, lost to both the Daedra and the Akiviri, who by now have most likely taken half of my homeland Morrowind."

Theram looked about the chamber and then at the others. He brought up the Daedric Crescent, cradling it with both arms. "I have seen Mehrunes Dagon, this was given to me by him, in the hour of my death," indicating the blades he held, "he is the one causing the Oblivion Crisis, as to why the Akiviri are invading, I don't know."

"All I know is that for the past 37 years I've had dreams of these times, dreams of death, including your father Aluna. We, and the 62 Blades are to go to each standing city and train the citizens, if we are able to form a strong enough Militia, perhaps we can buy some time for the armies of each province to rally and push back the Oblivion and Akiviri threats."

After his small speech, Theram looked at the rest of them once again, "You all have something to contribute, whether you know it or not, what say you?"

Aluna stood up, throwing her bag at the Dunmer's feet.

"I never said he was dead!" She yelled. "How would you know!? Dreams? Figments of your imagination? That is the blade of the creature destroying us now, how can you be sure that the 'dreams' you are getting hold any truth? My father was a powerful Battle Mage. He must've at least found a way to escape! I have to make sure."

She dragged her feet, walking slowly back to the table. Sitting down in her chair next to the Khajiit and Nord.

"Just... tell me what to do."

Theram realized the Argonian was concerned. He knew what it was like to loose a father, and a mother. He dropped his voice to a low more reassuring manner, in hopes of getting on the good side of the Argonian, after all, he didn't want to make enemies.

"The dreams I have are caused by things I've done in the past, and things that WILL happen in the future. The Daedra Princes, Boethiah and Mehrunes Dagon cursed me a long time ago to suffer, suffer by knowing that terrible things will happen."

Theram walked closer to the Argonian mage, "I'm sorry, but I believe your father is dead. In my dream, I saw Xivilai, Daedroth, and Dremora pouring into the gates of Leyawiin, I saw slaughter and fire, and blasts of Magicka. But the city fell and now bears the Akiviri Flag. If your father made it... I'll kill a hundred Akiviri Generals and Dremora Lords in his honor."

Theram leaned closer to the Argonian, speaking lowly, "We will go to Leyawiin, and look for him."

Theram looked at Chancellor Ocato, "What are we to do first Chancellor?'

Iridius let out a sigh, slowly rising and looking around.

"We dont have the time to focus all our efforts on training soldiers.. I suggest we split up our resources. Like I said, I am willing to go beyond the gates and see what lies behind there... see if Dagon has any reinforcements. I suggest if we are going to be training sixty two men, we have people with experience in the legion, and perhaps have encountered these daedra before do it."

The Breton took a deep breath. He didn't know whether they were taking him seriously, or if they were to busy believing he was a madman. Then again, a good example of that sat less then a few seats away from him.

"But one thing is certain... we cannot start despairing, and start rushing our actions. We must think how it will effect everything... Care not for civilization much, I do not, however I care less to see millions be slaughtered as I do nothing to stop it, despite having one of many items capable of doing so. Each and every one of us bears a artifact of sorts, and a batch of skills, whether we think them curses, or gifts... and either way, we can use these to our aid."

Iridius slowly sat back down, finishing his say with a few more words.

"So first things first.. we need to decide what exactly we are going to do, before rushing out of here, head first into danger. Suggestions?"

At the Nord's cry of "I KNEW THERE WERE KITTIES AROUND HERE!" J'Inji jumped in his chair again (he had a feeling he'd be doing that a lot around the Nord) and returned to his seat stiffly, his fur on end and his tail twitching in agitation around his feet. It was all he could do not to hiss at the madman. Khajiits had sensitive ears, thank-you-very-much.

When the Nord backed his position up, the Khajiit grew even more agitated. So now he was on the side of a madman? Perhaps it would be best to re-evaluate, then... He flinched again as the Nord cried something about "STINKY CHEESE."

Generally, he did not fear many people, finding most predictable and--usually--entirely bribeable. The Nord, though, didn't ship on the same sea as the rest of them. He was unpredictable and unmanageable, and that made him dangerous.

J'Inji's ears flicked back toward the Argonian as he heard her speak behind him. "Thank you for agreeing with me cat. But what skills am I wasting here? I'm hardly the Battle Mage my father tried to make me. I have a stick that can make dogs out of cats, " she stared at the Khajiit for a moment " and a magic ring."

'A stick to make dogs out of cats' eh? That sounded rather unpleasant, but he knew better than to make a remark about it. Perhaps she meant it as a mild 'don't pry' threat, and perhaps it was merely a down-play of her own potential.

Then, the Redguard, who had been growing more and more irritated as the conversation went on, pointedly stood and cleared his throat. "I highly doubt the effect of us leading a group of the Empire's finest warriors, especially when they are probably more skilled than anyone here."

Yes, exactly! J'Inji thought. The Empire's army was able to lead themselves; what good could the ragtag loners around this table do?

The Khajiit cast a second glance at the Redguard. His earlier assessment still stood--the man was definitely a warrior. But he also spoke with confidence and authority, so he was more than a standard spear-grunt in some local militia. Something about the tone of his simple words spoke of experience, and commanded respect.

That irked the Khajiit. J'Inji hated people who commanded respect, because it undermined his attempts to buy it out of people. But the Redguard was (more or less) on his side, so he could tolerate it.

The Argonian, it seemed, also agreed with the Redguard. "Yes, exactly..." she said. "Now if anyone can help me with my father, I would gladly listen. But I don't need to hear any more of this..." Then, she dropped herself on the floor.

The Dunmer took it upon himself to cajol the Argonian into staying by talking about... dreams?

J'Inji was not particularly badly disposed toward the Dunmer--despite the fact that the mer had just recently threatened his immortal soul--but he found the mer's talk of visions and Mehrunes Dagon disconcerting. Was this mer mad, as well? Or perhaps slave to some Daedra's plan. J'Inji was not one to trust in Daedric plans, no matter which Prince was involved. He did not trust this.

The Argonian reluctantly returned to her seat, and the Dunmer continued his talk, revealing his mysterious vision-givers to be Boethiah and Mehrunes Dagon, two unrepentantly evil Daedric Princes.

"What are we to do first Chancellor?"

By the time the Dunmer was finished, his ears were flat against his head again.

"I do not, and will not, agree to lead an army, because I am not a general, and am realistic enough to know that I am not fit for that. I once again agree with the Breton: we need to discuss this. Let the Dunmer lead the army... some of us have better ways of being useful." His head flickered toward the Argonian. "...whether we know it yet or not."


OOC EDIT: Jonas, it's still the same effect, though. J'Inji really isn't the "training leader" type, and I'm getting the sense that the others aren't as well. Most of these guys are independent loners. If you're trying to railroad us into that particular path, you may have your work cut out for you.

OOC: Okay, I don't think you guys are reading me correctly, we take the Blades and TRAIN CIVILIANS IN THE REMAINING TOWNS. Of course we aren't training blades, they're the emperor's freaking bodyguard's, the elite of all elite groups. So, could we all please read my posts thoroughly before making irrational comments?

Just clearing things up...

AHHH DONT YELL AT ME! :ahhh:



Alrighty.. have Ocato clear that up hehe. Because the way that was worded.. made it really difficult to understand. Plus, Bs is right. It has to do with the effect. Iridius is not the kind of person capable of training civilians.. I mean, would you want a werewolf dude that wore absolutely nothing be standing over you while you did pushups? I dont think I would feel comfortable with him just being around me...

But anyways, now that thats cleared up... MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT PLOX!))

OOC: "I'm putting you all in charge of a group of blades, 62 strong. You will go into the cities and villages, train them in warfare, and do everything in your power to quell this invasion." Yeah, that seemed like we were taking the blades to cities and training them, but now that you mention that we were training the civilians, it does make more sense. But now, I must make my leave. I'll be on again around 5PM (central) tomorrow. Don't leave me in the dust!

"The dreams I have are caused by things I've done in the past, and things that WILL happen in the future. The Daedra Princes, Boethiah and Mehrunes Dagon cursed me a long time ago to suffer, suffer by knowing that terrible things will happen."

Aluna sat and listened, squeezing her hands on the Wabbajack as if she was trying to wring it dry.

"I guess Boethiah would at least grant you truth to your visions. But still, my father's death is only an assumption on your part Dunmer... You say you saw Leyawiin fall, but there were no specifics. I do not doubt-" She breathed in heavily, calming herself down " that Leyawiin is lost but, " she looked up at the ceiling.

The Dunmer leaned closer to her.

"I'm sorry, but I believe your father is dead. In my dream, I saw Xivilai, Daedroth, and Dremora pouring into the gates of Leyawiin, I saw slaughter and fire, and blasts of Magicka. But the city fell and now bears the Akiviri Flag. If your father made it... I'll kill a hundred Akiviri Generals and Dremora Lords in his honor."

"Stop saying that, please! Your vision is still vague. I know my father wouldn't leave me behind, even if that meant leaving Leyawiin behind. Call it selfish or whatever you like, but he and I came out of the Black Marsh alone, we don't leave each other."

The Dunmer spoke slowly to Aluna "We will go to Leyawiin, and look for him." Aluna remained silent. "What are we to do first Chancellor?'

The Breton spoke next. He didn't believe that training civilians would be right for any of them either. The Khajiit agreed whole heartedly as well. Aluna assumed it was safe to say that training was not what any of them wanted, besides the Dunmer.

Aluna just saw it fit to half-heartedly open up her book again.

Iridius looked at the many people in the room, scratching his head.

"You know... I dont think any of us have properly introduced each other.. not very civilized anymore, it seems. My name is Iridius Darkweaver, and as you can probably tell, im not one for civilization.. dont ask why, I have my reasons. I used to live in High Rock, then came to Cyrodil to fight some cultist... a few things happened hear and there, which lead me to become what I am today... what you people would probably call, a savage."

Im not going to post for about thirty minutes. I need to update my fanfic real fast, before me and all the few readers lose interest in it hehe))

"I'm not talking about leading an army. I'm talking about giving citizens the ability to defend themselves and their cities. The blades will do the work with training, and hopefully we are able to use the gifts we're given, the artifacts."

Theram stepped into an open area of the chambers, "We won't lead, we'll inspire, and we will kill by the hundreds. Each one of us holds a thing of power, and we all have skills very specific to such things, as the Breton stated. If we work in a group, we may be able to quell the Daedra, and stave off the Akiviri forces before they take the high-ground."

He listened to Aluna speak, he felt sorry for her, again knowing what it was like to lose a father. He agreed with what she was saying. Then the Breton brought up the subject of names, after introducing himself, Theram decided to go next, "My name is Theram, Buoyant Armiger for the Tribunal Temple, and I think I'll speak more of it later if you'll have it."

As soon as he stopped speaking, a messenger burst into the room clad in Guard armor, "Chancellor, a Warship has been spotted coming up the Niben, they have Ballistaes and are pummeling the Waterfront!" Chancellor Ocato looked at all the adventurers, "Now is the time to decide! Will you help or not, Tamriel depends on you! The Blades are waiting in the Prison Courtyard, now is the time to make a decision."

Theram looked at the rest and drew the Daedric blade he held, "I'm in, are you all?"

The madman listened quietly and carefully to the suggestions made, and he liked all of them, especially the one of the Breton. His instincts of insanity told him that he was more than just a naked man… What was he? Doljak smiled widely looking at him. Smells like dog.

The nord spat one of the septims into his direction, but not in a threatening way. The septim crunched into the stonewall and didn’t fall on the floor… it stuck out of the wall.

“This doggy is right!” he cried out. “ We need to act. I suggest taking shiny blade, perhaps the reddyguard and me to encourage the common people to the joy of slaughtering.” He chuckled into himself and continued talking. “Kitty and doggy - ” He spat his second septim towards the Breton, which met the same fate as the last one, and flipped 2 more into his mouth. “Kitty and doggy could help looking for interesting stuff!” he concluded while chewing with boredom his septims.

“And my fair smelly lady shall rest assured that Leyawiin will be the place where the greatest bloodbath of history occurs, if someone dared to touch your father! Does he smell as good as you? I bet he can catch Rabbits!”

The huge mass of muscle entered again in his insanity phase and started murmuring things about rabbits tasting like mudcrab crap.

OOC: Sry if i am not being presice enough, but this char is hell of difficult to play.

I like your character actually. He seems to know exactly what is going on before anyone else does, but doesn't point it out in a way clear enough for it to be spoiled. Raise suspicions perhaps, but not going, "OMG HE IS THAT AND THAT GUY IS THAT LAWLS SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI!" . ))

Iridius looked about, passing a glance at the madman. He then rose, looking at the people that may soon become his companions.

"Well... regroup here after the battle I guess." Iridius said before his naked body vanished into thin air, the doors heard creaking open moments later.



Iridius ran through the Imperial City, toward the Waterfront. Hopefully, this would all be over before night.. the Madman was somewhat onto him, but Iridius was not afraid about a loon blowing his cover. The thing he was worried about now, was these foreign invaders... very few people in Tamriel have ever encoutered any, therefore were not ready for any nasty surprises.

"May what ever gods these people believe in watch over them..." Iridius said quietly, running into the Waterfront undetected by anyone fleeing, thanks to his ring.