OOC: I didn't post last night and now I have a lot to catch up on. Sorry. Also sorry about the long post. I don't like reading them that much, but that happens when I don't keep up with RP.

IC: Dro'Raska waited in the dark, scrutinized the room, watching and waiting. Unexpectedly the back doors burst open letting light pour in. Dro'Raska shielded his eyes and tried to blink away the sunlight. It didn't work. He was blinded once more and was one of the last out of the caravan. He lingered behind, choosing his clothes with extreme pickiness for the situation. Finally deciding, he chose a pair of dark ripped pants. He slipped on the baggy pants and chose to leave his chest bare, like he had always done in Elsweyr. Finally looking up he saw that the guards were old and wrinkled. They seemed slow and unable to do anything, much different than the way they had talked before. This time when they talked, it was long and drawn out.

What they said made an impact though. Despite Dro'Raska's ability to escape these now slow guards, he wouldn't be able to escape the bolts from the crossbowmen above. A brilliant castle was ahead of them, made of large thick stones. The ramparts were huge and filled with guards watching the procession of prisoners below. The huge doors swung open slowly, like they were on their own schedule. Dro'Raska was getting antsy. He wanted out of the castle, out of this place. The guards led them up a large stairwell and finally entered a room filled with books and shelves. The red carpeted floor was soft on Dro'Raska's rough pads. There was a large window that allowed light to filter into the room, brightening it up.

A short, hunched over old wrinkly man appeared. Probably a scholar or monk by the looks of it. Dro'Raska thought. His voice suggested otherwise, booming about the spacious room as he ordered the guards away and greeted his "guests". He continued explaining, after being demanded to explain by the monstrous Khajiit, in a booming voice, "It is 4th Era, Year 100." Dro'Raska was taken back in surprise. 4th Era? Last time I checked we were in the 3rd Era. Dro'Raska thought, frantically piecing together the facts. The man continued, explaining that he had sent the caravan to the future. The guards had died of old age and that a pile of blackened rubble was the remnants of Cloud Ruler Temple. What the hell is going on? Dro'Raska questioned in his head.

Pulling a scroll from his robes, he unrolled it and began reading; "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." And with that he left the room, ordering the eight to talk amongst themselves. The large Khajiit exploded on the man as he was leaving, screaming about how he was beast. Dro'Raska's voice was high pitched and tiny compared to his, but he replied, "We will always be beasts. From the beginning of Khajiiti and Argonians, we will be referred to as beasts, be it behind our backs or to our faces."

The group began to search for weapons of some kind after the woman reasoned that everyone needed to realize that they would be defenseless against the guard's weapons. The large Khajiit picked up a desk, like it was a dagger, and held it poised to strike. "That's pretty subtle," Dro'Raska said sarcastically. One Argonian picked a lock and grabbed two silver daggers. He took one and reasoned with the hulking Khajiit to use a dagger, not a desk. He of course declined and said that the woman ought to have the dagger. She graciously accepted, in an almost human like manner, and proceeded to conceal it on her waist. Dro'Raska said with a grin, "I am only clumsy with weapons. My claws do a much better job." As if to prove it he revealed his razor sharp claws and began to search for a place to pounce upon any guards that would enter.

My fellows Argonian, not Khajiit (The one that picked the lock)

OOC: Oops. Sorry. I changed it.

OOC: Just waiting for Forestgump
IC: "Wait!" The blind Redguard said. "Obviously none of you have thought this through so I will!" Hastabus said to the whole room. "Where do you think we will go if we can pull off an escape? You all have no idea what state Tamriel is in, I do."

Xerxes looked back at the blind old man. "Tell us then." Xerxes said in a low voice.

Karst raised a crimson eyebrow at the Redguard. "You believe his time-travel bull[censored]?" She asked incredulously, then narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms under her bosom.

"Okay, then, smartass. Tell us what's up. You dupe us and I'll make sure you're not only blind, but eyeless." She hissed, clearly getting a little perturbed about this whole thing. If there were going to be made to do something, she wished they'd stop pussyfooting around and just tell them.

ooc: Short post is short.

"There is nowhere to go but where he takes us. I've seen this place, I was cursed with the horrendus cites. The Emporer was assainated, and his heir died to save Cyrodiil alongside Cyrodiil. Ocato was put in charge for five years before his assassination. The land was flooded by civil war, many died including the Champion and Nerevarine. Before the everyone knew it, they were down and weak. Then Akavir attacked, looting the whole of Tamriel, some left and others stuck around. Leave if you want, but survival is slim." Hastabus explained.

Karstine had survived alone in the deserts and scrub jungles of Elsweyr since the age of eleven and survived even worse conditions in prison. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Gimme some decent boots, a bow and a sword or two and I'll be fine and then some." Karst smiled, then realized she was bordering on acting arrogant and slapped herself mentally on the wrist. "What interests me is why the Empire is ruined. Empires don't just suddenly implode for no reason. What happened?"

Saan-Jay listened carefully to the blind Redguard. Apparently Cyrodiil opened up in Civil War, pretty much, all hell broke loose. This was all way to much information he was taking in, and frankly, it sounded like a bunch of [censored]. But something in the Redguards voice, told Saan-Jay that he spoke the truth.

It was the fear.

''Leave if you want, but survival is slim" The Redguard finished and lowered his head. Saan-Jay heard enough, ''I know this sounds crazy'' He started, ''But I think he's telling the truth''

OOC: Gerrk! Incredibly short post! :wacko:

Xerxes just shrugged his huge frame. "I honestly dont care what we do,at least its something.

OOC:Sometimes you can't help but short post, especially in dialog situations.
IC: "Simple, greed. Everyone wanted the throne and the power." Hastabus answered Karstine.

"Why the hell are we listening to this crazy blind man. Let's just get out of here." The Nord said.

Dro'Raska heard the old man interject and explain that the Empire was in shambles. The Emperor was dead, the cities were destroyed, and the Empire had been invaded. He sounded almost scared, or worried even, for their lives. Relaxing from his fighting stance and lowering his paws, Dro'Raska concentrated on the situation. Even if we get through all the guards, we will just have to face the invaders and maybe even the Legion. Who knows how corrupt they are now. Dro'Raska thought. Suddenly Xerxes interrupted his thoughts and said, "I honestly don't care what we do, at least its something."

Agreeing with the well built Khajiit, he purred, "Yes, as long as we aren't idling here, I am fine with it. We need a plan of action." A Nord burst out and yelled, "Why the hell are we listening to this crazy blind man. Let's just get out of here." Muttering under his breath, Dro'Raska mumbled, "And Nords wonder why they are always the first to die."

OOC:I sent Forestgump a message to ask if hes playing, I'll wait for his reply.

Xerxes' ears picked up the remark and he chuckled to himself. "So what do you say we do redguard?"

"The only to do is wait for that bastard to come back, and force us to do his bidding. Unless the rest of you have something else."

OOC: He's gone :banghead: I'm going to have to reopen this sooner than I thought...
IC: The old man reenters the room. "You are all still here? Hmm, I did not expect that. Oh well, might as well cut to the chase. There is only one thing that will save the empire and tamriel. Dragons. It is said in the prophecy that a Dragon has reawaken, and that you Heros, will be able to get him to aid the empire by passing his test. I need you all to find him and do just that. I have an armory so you may choose to your hearts desire."
OOC: Weapons and armor up to Chainmail, Silver, and Dwarven.

The old man returned, and immediately started speaking "You are all still here? Hmm, I did not expect that. Oh well, might as well cut to the chase. There is only one thing that will save the empire and tamriel. Dragons. It is said in the prophecy that a Dragon has reawaken, and that you Heros, will be able to get him to aid the empire by passing his test. I need you all to find him and do just that. I have an armory so you may choose to your hearts desire." A few seconds past before Saan-Jay spoke up, utterly confused. ''What?'', ''You want us to.....summon a dragon?!'' He backed his thoughts, then stuck out his hand, ''Wait, before you say anything, why don't you tell us what happened to the empire, starting from the beginning''

OOC: Cookie to the person who knows what movie my line is from.

IC: Moments after the blind Redguard made a comment about the man coming back, he did. He quickly rushed through another prophecy that Dragons will be the Empire's savior along with the heroes. He then mentioned an armory that would allow us to choose some weapons. Dro'Raska became confused and angry. This man is not explaining everything to us and I want to know now! Dro'Raska thought angrily.

Exploding, Dro'Raska angrily shouted, "You drag us from our homes, strip us naked, and chain us in a wagon! Then you give us some half-assed tale of time traveling and your guards are all dead now! First you tell us we are the saviors of the Empire. Then you tell us dragons are the savior of the Empire. Get you goddamned facts straight, or I will personally come over there, slit your throat, and watch the dust come out! Why should we believe this? Why shouldn't I say this is all a hoax? How can you prove that we are in the fourth era?"

Glowering at the old man, Dro'Raska's eyes were fixed on him in a stare of pure rage and hate. Raising his voice once more, he continued, "Well? Answer me!"

ooc: Oh, damn it, I know I've heard that someplace, I just can't remember where. It's a good line. ^_^

And Karst's gonna have a field day with your armory, Faldom, I hope you realize that.

ic: Karst heard the Nord comment as well and smirked. Personally, she disliked Imperials more, but then again, she was a tad biased from personal experiences.

As the withered old man came back in, she stared oddly at him upon hearing his directions and was about to tell him that if he wanted her to find a dragon in the rags she had on, he could go [censored] himself. Her mood lightened a little at hearing of an armory, but she hoped he'd also provide some clean, decent clothing and maybe a bath for them before they left. Her long hair was rather gunky from being unwashed and her fur itched; she only got one bath a week in prison, and that was only if she was a good girl, which she rarely was.

Saan-Jay took a confused stance at this odd request and Dro'Raska got angry. Karst sighed and walked towards the old man a little, then leaned on the end of a bookcase. Are all full-blooded Khajiit this angry all the time? She wondered, I thought I had a temper problem..

"I think the main issue most of us have here is being ripped away from our friends and our possessions." Karst interjected calmly, "Me, all I was wearing when I was taken was an enchanted little emerald necklace, but.. it's very precious to me; it's all I've got left of my mother. If I could have it back I'd be much more willing to help you. Throwing in a nice, clean change of underwear and clothes and maybe even a bath might help persuade me, too."

EDIT: OOC:Sorry, didn't see your post Jerod.
IC:He first Answered the Argonian. "Not summon a Dragon, gain the Dragons trust and help. And I don't know that much about the details of the Empires fall, I'm not very politicaly active and I only know the outline, that which Hastabus already told you. There probably are people out there that can tell you in greater detail if you seek them out." Then the small Khajiit got angry, yelling and accusing him of lies. "First of all my facts are straight, the Dragon won't help reconstruct the Empire without you, therefore, you all are saviors. Second, if you don't believe me, you can simply leave." The old man said to the smaller Khajiit sternly. He turned to the Khajiit girl who was rather calm, that was appreciated. "And yes madam, there is a bath and fresh clothes for you to change into, and comfortable beds for you to spend the night in. You don't expect me to send you out tonight like this, in your current condition?"

Lestat interjects "Wait! I'm with Dro'Raska. Do you really expect us to believe this nonsense?"

On of the Khajiit exploded in anger, and began yelling, how why they should believe the Old man after stripping them naked, beating them, and then threatened the Old man, that'd he'd kill him if he didn't explain. Saan-Jay sighed. Are all Khajiit this violent? He looked over at Karst, she and him seemed to be the only calm ones.

The Old man, shook his head slowly and continued, "Not summon a Dragon, gain the Dragons trust and help. And I don't know that much about the details of the Empires fall, I'm not very politically active and I only know the outline, that which Hastabus already told you. There probably are people out there that can tell you in greater detail if you seek them out.", he then added, "First of all my facts are straight, the Dragon won't help reconstruct the Empire without you, therefore, you all are saviors. Second, if you don't believe me, you can simply leave." Saan-Jay was about to ask something before Karst spoke up.

"I think the main issue most of us have here is being ripped away from our friends and our possessions." she interjected calmly, "Me, all I was wearing when I was taken was an enchanted little emerald necklace, but.. it's very precious to me; it's all I've got left of my mother. If I could have it back I'd be much more willing to help you. Throwing in a nice, clean change of underwear and clothes and maybe even a bath might help persuade me, too."

Saan-Jay felt pity on himself. The only thing He had when he was taken was his raggedy clothes, and a Steel Dagger. But, he agreed with her. ''Yea, It might help bury the hatchet if you know what I mean'' His stomach then growled, and he began rubbing it. ''Some hot food would be nice too...''

"Of course at once, the dining hall has a buffet in it where you can access your food. And I arranged private quarters for you all to spend the night. Now go my heroes, rest."

From her spot against the bookcase, Karst uncrossed her arms and gave a quizzical look to the old man. "You're serious? A bath, hot meal, clean clothes and free access to an armory?" The Khajiit blinked, then pushed off the case. "You're not so bad, after all, old guy." Turning back to her fellow third-era companions, she gave a little smile and a small wave. "Well, if that's the case, I'm off to grab some grub, equipment and a bath. See ya!"

With that, Karst was off down the corridor, her clawed toes clicking on the stones. She took a peek into almost every door she could find on the way there, wondering just how big the place really was. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of what the buffet might include, hopeful thoughts of some kind of exotic meat or dessert she'd never tried before, ales and mead and maybe, if she was lucky, a good glass of whiskey. A smile spread across her face as she went down the hallways, but it faded a little as something donned on her that her mind hadn't thought of while she was busy fantasizing about food.

I have no [censored] clue where anything is.

Luckily for her, she managed to catch a guard coming out of a room, grabbing him lightly by the arm. "Uhm, excuse me.. I hate to ask, but.. could you give me a few directions? I'm.. new here. If you could.. could you show me where I could get a change of clothes and something to eat?"

ooc: Faldom, if you could post up a layout of the castle, that'd be great, since I think we'd all like to know where's where and such (An MS paint drawing would suffice ). Also, if it's a communal bath house and not tubs in each room.. things could get.. interesting?

Also, Karst has had few 'normal' foods, living off of giant scorpion meat and such in the desert, so.. this should be a fun experience for her.

OOC:Xerxes is calm O.o

IC:Xerxes watched the peolp argue while standing in the back. He grinned at the little kahjiit raging.Xerxes The mans explanation was too stupid to be false so he just shruged and Followed Karst as she left. As she let the guard go. He asked the guard a different question."Show me to the armory." Xerxes grinned and followed the guard.

Saan-Jay was having a blast. Ever since he started breaking into houses, he loved to explore. Now, he had a giant fortress to explore. But after a few minutes, his hunger got the best of him. He stumbled upon Karst and Xerxes, asking a guard for directions. ''I'm.. new here. If you could.. could you show me where I could get a change of clothes and something to eat?" Karst asked, The Guard nodded and began walking, with Karst on his heels. Xerxes grabbed another guard and simply asked "Show me to the armory."

Saan-Jay sighed, He had some strange feelings about the giant cat-warrior. He decided it was to soon to make any judgments, and then chased after Karst. ''Wait up!'' He said aloud, ''I need to get some food and clothes as well'' He smiled, ''I would have explored this place and found it on my own eventually, but I was afraid I'd starve to death.'' He let out a hearty chuckle, then asked, ''You don't mind, do you?''