Suddenly the back doors of the caravan flew open and the guards could be seen, strangely appearing much older than before. "Alright don't even attempt an escape, or you'll be dead in the blink of an eye." The guard says as he motions twoards the crossbowmen mounted on walls. The Guard throws some rags on the fround. "Get yourselves dressed, and wait here until we take you inside."

Xerxes handed the rags first to the women. Then he put on some for his bottoms then stepped out into the light he reached his hand out to the female kahjiit offering to help her out. Easily standing at least two feet over the men Xerxes grinned at the slavers. "So." he growled. "Where to?" Xerxes waited patiently for their reply.

Thank the nine! Saan-Jay reached and grabbed some of the raggedy clothes, managing to pull out a ripped up green long sleeve shirt, with only one actual long sleeve on it, the other sleeve was missing, which left Saan-jay with one exposed arm, and one covered arm. The shirt also had many rips and holes, which exposed areas of his chest and back. He didn't care though, as long as it covered him up, it was perfect.

He then reached for some pants, but instead pulled out a pair of raggedy black shorts. They came down to his knees, but it was alright. He leaped out of the wagon and onto the ground, surrounded by at least four armed men. All dressed in different variants of armor. But one guard stuck out, He was wearing leather armor, and a strange yellow-red gook was dried onto his boots. Saan-Jay smiled to himself, it was the guard he vomited on.

''Where to?'' Boomed a voice. Saan-Jay turned to see the giant of a Khajiit staring straight at the guards. Xerxes was his name. His height made Saan-Jay feel nervous, the Khajiit was large, and muscular. How the hell did they manage to get him...? With a small army?

One of the guards says "Actually I need to lie down for a bit."
"Follow me." The other guard says, as he walks away with a limp.
As the prisoners walk towards the large castle doors they see the castle. The doors swung open and the prisoners are guided up stairs until they a reach a room with red carpet, with large bookshelves filled to the point of overflow, and a large window with a view of a hill and some mountains.
A small, ancient looking man steps forward. "So the guest of honor have finally arrived." He said in a suprisingly booming voice. "Guards, dismissed." He says before he reverts his attention back to his guest. "I've been waiting for you, for quite some time. In fact, all of Tamriel has too."

Xerxes frowned at the little man. "What are you talking about?" Xerxes looked about the room. i could easily rip the man to shreds then make a run for the guards,they wont be expecting it. then. Then again he is most likely a mage. Xerxes waited for the man to reply.

The Redguard looks up, revealing his milk white eyes, he yells cutting them both off. "You bastard, I had family, friends, a life! I could have saved all of that but you had to bring us!"

"Easy Hastabus." The old man said. "Let me explain to rest of them what you already know"

"Fourth Era, year one hundred." Is all he said.

Xerxes frowned at the little man. "Explain yourself." Xerxes took a step forward. "Now."

The man chuckles, obviously amused. "The guards that escorted you here just now died of old age." He pauses for a second. "Your caravan was magic. I casted a lettle spell on your caravan that sent it to the future. You were protected and the Guards weren't." He turned to the window and point to a pile of rubble atop a hill. "See that?" he said taking a long pause. "Cloud Ruler Temple."

Xerxes was very upset. allthough he had no reason to be in any point or time. Xerxes growled deeply. "Tell us why we are here." Xerxes looked directly into the man's eyes trying to read his emotion. His mane bristled and his tail flicked angrily. he felt bad for the other prisoners they hadnt asked to be moved, especialy for the poor redguard man next to him.

"Your caravan was magic. I casted a lettle spell on your caravan that sent it to the future. You were protected and the Guards weren't," The old man said. Saan-Jay was shocked at this. "Tell us why we are here" Xerxes demanded, he seemed to be doing all the talking. Before the old man could answer, Saan-Jay spoke. ''Woah! Wait, wait, wait, wait!'' He cocked his head sideways. ''Are you saying, that we just......traveled through time?''

"Glad you asked. There is a prophecy, you are needed." He takes out a scroll and reads it. "A century after the Emporers death. Eight from the past will be needed. Four beast, a Knight, a Nord, a Mage, and an Oracle. One will be our savior, and one will be our destroyer. Who they are is unknown, but all eight are needed." He rolls up the scroll. "Why don't you eight talk about whats going on and I'll be back."


OOC: I'm going to wait for everyone before I move on.

Xerxes roared. Dust shook from, the stones from the force of his roar. "WE are NOT beasts, I could rip these Men and Mer to shreds with a glaive. I have studied many different cultures. What makes you think me the same as a nix hound? hmm? or a udderfryykt? Xerxes calmed down from screaming as the man wordlessly steped from the room. "I will kill him." Xerxes said in a low growl. He looked to the group. "So?"

OOC: I'm going to wait for other people to post.

OOC: me as well,who are we waiting for?

OOC: The other four or five people in this RP. I think its four or five, I'm not sure...

seems like we have been ditched

ooc: I did not see the time traveling carriage coming.. Guess that's what the flash was, huh?

Sorry about the delay; been a tad preoccupied a lot lately and a lot to catch up with in this post.

Also, Faldom, you could PM ol' Rohugh if you wanted to and ask him to add an 'n' to the end of your topic title. ^_^

ic: Karst chuckled a little at the Argonian's comment. "I'm Karst, nice ta meet ya." She told him, then turned to the hulking Khajiit. "Same to you, Xerxes. And I'm fine; I'm no damsel in distress. I can fend for myself." At this, she smiled briefly before the door was thrust open with a bang. She cursed fiercely enough in Ta'agra to make a sailor blush as the light poured in and her freshly readjusted eyes were assaulted with light.. again.

When she could see more than sheer white, she saw Xerxes holding out a ragged shirt and a pair of pants out to her. Smiling, she took them, then took his enormous hand to stand up, her chains having unlocked themselves and falling off as she moved. Karst pulled on her pants and the ripped shirt, groaning a little as her open wounds ached at contacting something. Upon letting go of them, though, the pants fell off, evoking a small grunt from her. The little Khajiit looked at the trousers a moment, then noted a pair of very tight looking shorts that had a belt. She bent over, yanked the belt free of it, pulled the pants back up and wrapped the belt about her waist, cinching it up to hold the loose garment on her small frame. After adjusting the also rather large shirt so it didn't bunch up anywhere, Karst poked at her stomach through the rip in the front of it, shrugged and followed the rest of the group, looking much like a little girl dressed in her dad's work clothes; the hem of the shirt hung halfway to her knees and her pant cuffs dragged the ground as she walked.

When they were told to follow, she did so beside Xerxes, the mass of the feline reassuring to her rather than disconcerting like it was to Saan-Jay. Karst glanced around at the soldiers, wondering what the hell they wanted from her. As they made their way inside, they climbed stairs until they came to a lavish, carpeted room filled with bookshelves. Looking around, Karst wondered if she'd ever get to look through the tomes. Whoever lives here is a bibliophile if I ever saw one. Damn..

Upon arrival near a window with a rather picturesque view, a small, aged man stepped up to them. "So the guests of honor have finally arrived." The strength of the old man's voice took Karst mildly by surprise, but she had time to recover from it as he dismissed their escorts. "I've been waiting for you for quite some time. In fact, all of Tamriel has, too."

"What are you talking about?" The enormous cat beside her asked, sounding more than a little perturbed by it all. She could definitely feel for him; this was starting to piss her off, too. A Redguard, eyes white as milk and likely blind as a bat from the looks of them, yelled suddenly about having had family and friends. Karst was, for the first time in her life, glad that she had nobody close to her.

"Easy, Hastabus." The old man said, though it was unclear to her if he was being comforting or just wanted the man to shut up. "Let me explain to rest of them what you already know."

"Fourth Era, year one hundred." The blind one added, and with that, Karst was thoroughly confused.

4E 100? That's.. not for another.. Hell, it's still 3E 432! The [censored] happens in 4E 100? She puzzled, a fitting look on her face. Xerxes seemed less puzzled and more pissed by this new bit of cryptic information.

"Explain yourself." He demanded, then took a rather ominous step towards the small old man. "Now."

"The guards that escorted you here just now died of old age." The man informed them, then paused, as if for effect. "Your caravan was magic. I cast a little spell on your caravan that sent it to the future. You were protected and the Guards weren't." He turned to the window and pointed to a pile of rubble atop a hill. "See that?" He asked, the paused again, "Cloud Ruler Temple."

Xerxes, who she now knew most assuredly was not one to let his opinions go unheard, again demanded information. She saw his tail begin to switch and felt anger coming off him. Much to her surprise, the old man obliged after a rather shocked question from Saan-Jay. The thought of being in the future did not seem to upset her as much as it did the others. She actually thought it was kinda cool if it was true.

"Glad you asked. There is a prophecy, you are needed." The man said, snapping her out of her thoughts of what kinds of things were different in whatever year it was. He was reading off of a scroll in his hands. "A century after the Emperor's death, eight from the past will be needed. Four beast, a Knight, a Nord, a Mage, and an Oracle. One will be our savior, and one will be our destroyer. Who they are is unknown, but all eight are needed." He rolled up the scroll after this, then looked to the lot of them in their rags. "Why don't you eight talk about what's going on and I'll be back."

Though she should have expected it, it startled her when Xerxes again had an outburst of rage, though this one was enough to dislodge a few spiders from the rafters. As she flattened her ears and cringed, listening to the man roar, she decided she never wanted to get on his bad side. When he calmed down, he turned to the group. "So?"

Karst spoke up, setting a rather comparatively small hand on his large arm. "Xerxes, I'm as pissed as you, but.. we're unarmed in a castle full of guards who are armed. If we start a fight, we're screwed as screwed can be. I say we scour this room for anything that could be used as a weapon before he gets back. If we're armed, maybe we can take on the bastards." She suggested softly, then shrugged, "Though if all this 'prophecy' crap isn't just a lie to make us feel better before he eats us or whatever, then, I dunno. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, weapons, just in case. Anyone disagree?"

''I say we scour this room for anything that could be used as a weapon before he gets back. If we're armed, maybe we can take on the bastards." Karst suggested softly, then shrugged, "Though if all this 'prophecy' crap isn't just a lie to make us feel better before he eats us or whatever, then, I dunno. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, weapons, just in case. Anyone disagree?" Saan-Jay nodded, then grinned wildly, ''I'm way ahead of you'' Being a thief for twenty years made Him an expert on all things deemed anti-thief-worthy. He headed to one of cupboards, one of the large red ones ones with a lock on it. He lifted the lock and inspected it, then inspected his fingers.

He had let his claws grow to an irregular length, and sharpened them down to use as both weapon and lock pick. He chose one of his claws and wedged it into the lock. ''Go ahead and rummage through the desks and unlocked cabinets, while I deal with this'' He said, then added, ''But be quick! He could be back at any moment!''

Xerxes grinned when she touched her arm but as she suggested a weapon he moved quickly to the desk. bending over it and lifting the desk he poised it for the door. "Got mine." he stated gruffly. The Argonian began to pick at a lock on one of the shelves. The humans stood around still abosrbing the fact they had moved into the future. Xerxes waited for the old man to enter. His bulging muscles tensed to fling the table at the old man.

Saan-Jay heard a loud sound, followed by a soft grunt. He turned to see the giant Khajiit lift up a desk and poised it at the door. Saan-Jay couldn't help himself, ''Are you insane?!'' He whispered loudly, and waved his arm around, making sure he got Xerxes attention, ''We don't even know why were here! Only something about a prophecy, maybe we should hear what the old man has to say before we pulverize him into Oblivion!'' He turned his attention back on the lock, picking at in intently, and hoped Xerxes wouldn't do anything out of confusion and rage. The lock gave in, making a soft click in the process.

Saan-Jay sighed, it seemed to be too easy. In the cabinet, were papers, papers, more papers, and two silver daggers. He snatched the two daggers, walked over to Xerxes, sticking the handle end of the dagger at him, but kept a small distance. ''Use this instead of the desk....please''

Xerxes grinned ruefully at the Argonian. "I suppose." he set the desk down softly but turned away the knife. "Give it to the girl." Xerxes moved closest to the door. he wanted to get what ever was going to happen, Happen. He flexed the sharpened claws of his paws and then flexed. Temporarily becoming larger due to his flexing he relaxed and grinned.

"I suppose" Xerxes mumbled then put the desk down softly, Saan-Jay sighed with relief. "Give it to the girl" Xerxes said then began flexing his long claws. Saan-Jay nodded, but headed to the lock he picked, he attached it onto the cabinet and closed it. Then stuck his claw back inside the lock, and locked it. He then headed towards the Female Khajiit, and stuck the handle end of the dagger out towards her. ''Here, take this, but keep it hidden''


OOC: I'll wait until Aulakauss replies before I move on.

ooc: Making one last post globally, then I go back to my little hole and sleep. It's 12:30AM here as I type this sentence.

Also, where the nine hells is everyone but us beastfolk? :huh:
I mean, I know we're awesome but.. we can't take on the world alone!

ic: Karst watched Xerxes lift a desk like a paperweight and could not contain the chuckle and smirk that came from it. "You're something else, you know that, Xerxes?" Karst laughed quietly, feeling her mood actually improving over its usual state while in the company of her fellow kidnapees. Saan-Jay managed to pick a lock with some expertly maintained nails and Karst looked at her own filed claws with a small sigh. "I miss my claws.." She said to herself as the Argonian popped open the container and grabbed the daggers. He attempted to hand one to Xerxes, but the man told him to give it to her. She smiled. Either he likes me or he's just a real gentleman.

Upon being offered a dagger herself, Karst took the blade daintily and smiled a little odd smile, the left side of her mouth lifting from her teeth. "Thank ye, kind sir." She said, then mocked a curtsy and flipped the silver weapon around in her hand. It wasn't quite like her old one that she'd gotten from her mother as it lacked the tribal carvings in the blade, but the functional design was almost identical. Lifting her shirt up a tad on the right side, revealing the three large black stripes on that side for just a moment, she slipped the weapon between her belt and her hip the way she'd done most of her life. Lowering her tattered garment back over the weapon, there was no notable bulge under her clothes. Karst patted her right hip twice and nodded.

"Seriously, thanks. Nice skill you've got there, picking locks with your bare claws. If I had a pick, I could do that too; whole reason I was in jail boils down to the fact I broke into a rich man's house one too many times." She explained with a shrug, conveniently leaving out that the last time had ended in the accidental, freakish deaths of everyone in the manor. They didn't need to know about that. Instead of showing the twinge of pain the memory of that incident evoked, she smiled a bit crookedly. "It's not perfect, but it's better than the only other place I could've hid it without a pack to stuff it in."

Xerxes took in her mocking attitude towards himself being kind. He just grinned. Xerxes listened to her story there is something she is not telling us He thought as he looked into her eyes. Xerxes just smiled at her then turned around and waited for somone to enter the room.

"Seriously, thanks. Nice skill you've got there, picking locks with your bare claws. If I had a pick, I could do that too; whole reason I was in jail boils down to the fact I broke into a rich man's house one too many times" Karst replied as she took to dagger from Saan-Jay's hand. He tried his best to show the equivalence of a human smile, ''It's pretty much the reason I started breaking into homes. I don't steal things, occasionally I do, but I mostly just break into houses to pick the locks'' He said as he tucked the second dagger in one of his pockets. He then looked over at the door, which the old man vacated through. ''Now, I guess we just wait till he gets back...''