"Pleased to meet you, Constantine. Who cares how sharp the blade is? Cutting up people with a big knife is hardly a form of art."
"Yet I see you have a rather sharp blade hanging from your waist." He pointed pointed out.
He overheard Mizar saying someting about ghosts he looked towards him and Mizar gave him a nod.
What in Mara's name does that mean? I'm no master of mysticism, I can't read minds, he thought, now even more annoyed.

The Argonian then walked over to a dark corner of the chapel and did not emerge.
"By the gods Mizar, what are you doing!? Must you be so cryptic!?" he demanded, "That's more of a Khajiit thing to do you know, sit in a dark corner like that. Are you going to jump on a ledge and lick yourself next? Perhaps I should have Galvon fetch a bowl of milk? You should change your name to Thinks-He's-A-Cat."
Rather continue to beat around the bush like this, Constantine decided to end this madness. He took the mop and began swinging it around in the shadows in the hopes of striking his invisible target. "Come out coward! Cease this game. I bet your a Bosmer, always skulking in the shadows. Damn treehugger."

Jakundr

Jakundr’s carriage came rolling into the settlement of Water’s Edge in the morning hours. It had been a long journey and Jakundr was looking forward to spending some time in civilized company. He steered the two black horses down the wide road that ran down the middle of the settlement and stopped at ‘Water’s Edge Lodging and Stables’. The owner came outside and directed him towards the back of the building where he could safely park his carriage.

“Staying long, Sir?” the man asked as Jakundr descended from the wagon seat.

“A couple of days, maybe a week. I am in no hurry.” He smiled at the man and they took off the horses’ harnesses and let them into the pen with the other horses. Jakundr made sure the two doors on his carriage were locked before the two men walked back to the front of the big building. He pulled his money satchel out of his coat pocket and gave the inn owner ten silver septims.

“Please make sure Claudia and Whiskey get some oats with their hay. Claudia is the fat one. And reserve a room for me with a view of the sunset if possible.”

“Certainly, Sir.” The man went back inside the inn. Jakundr took a moment to stretch his sore limbs after the journey and then started strolling down the street. A small group of children were staring curiously at him from a few paces away.

“Morning, children” he smiled at them. Sometimes he missed being a young lad. No advlt problems or concerns about the future. Only fun and games from sunrise to sunset. Those were the days…

It was not long before he located the chapel. Though modest, it was a beautiful building. It had been many days since the last time he had prayed inside a chapel, and he missed the serene atmosphere of a house of faith. Jakundr turned to walk towards the chapel as the skies opened and let the heavy rain wash the streets of Water’s Edge clean.

The moment Constantine started shouting, Mizar cursed himself for giving the man enough credit to think he had any wits. Of course. What did a knight know of tracking elusive prey? Change your name to Swings-Mops-In-Church, he thought venomously.

While the mighty Custodial Avenger pursued his ridiculous assault on the air, Mizar carefully watched. Perhaps he was merely being paranoid. To anyone else, this might seem an overreaction, but for someone with a past like the Argonian's, it was perfectly necessary. Cryptic is better than frantic. More than anything, it was likely the knight's display would frighten the prey into deeper hiding. He kept an eye on any possible exits. There was no way to leave without being spotted. Both doors were closed, one was locked, and none of the windows opened. The prey's first instinct would be to hide, but if this was indeed the work of an invisibility spell, the magic would not last forever. He, or she, would be forced to find a way out or be revealed. If this were an assassin they were dealing with, a slit throat in the middle of the chapel would provide plenty of distraction for him to escape. Typical of him to act so rashly and put the innocent in danger. Then again, that was the definition of Crusader.

From his hiding place, Mizar watched. He lowered his hood and spread his fins wide, keeping an ear out and his eyes open for any telltale signs. The subtle song of a drawn blade, the flicker of a candle flame as an invisible body moved past. The Argonian patiently waited. An assassin knows much about patience. His prey's time was limited. Desperate moves resulted in mistakes.

Galvon sighed at the Imperial's ignorance. "Katanas are made in Akavir and came to Tamriel by trade or conquest. And I thought that a knight such as yourself would surely be able to know where some weapons come from. As for armor, bonemold is far too heavy for my liking, and chitin shows that I am..." He paused yet again. This was the second time that he had let information slip by his lips this day, and Galvon certainly was not happy about that. He blamed it on the bloodloss and continued. "Anyway, it is obvious to me that you Imperials are no where near as intelligent as I had thought. Then again, maybe that just comes with being a-" And then began the insanity. Constantine started yelling at Mizar as he tried to slip into the shadows, followed by the knight's assault on the air with a mop. And there is all the evidence I need for my argument. Galvon smirked to himself, though moving out of the way as the knight swung the mop in his direction.

Was it some sort of coincidence that all of these people were here at this chaple? That was something Galvon couldn't get off his head. Each of them seemed...odd. There was the Argonian healer Mizar that both seemed too nice and sly at the same time. Then there was this so-called knight, Constantine, who either is entirely mad or has a serious anger issue. This new woman in the ebony armor seemed to be of some sort of royalty, or be as wealthy as one of royal blood. Finally, there was the "reckless" Galvon, who saw the dead bodies of his former gods and had some sort of connection to Dagoth Ur.

As casual as possible, Galvon made his way over to his weapons and equipment. He first put on his netch leather belt where he hung his chitin shortsword. It was an old blade, but one that had served the Dunmer many, many times in the past. He was reluctant to discard it, but he knew that the time would come when he would have to choose a different, hopefully better blade. Next came a bandolier of sorts, on which was a quiver made of chitin, with both chitin and steel arrows stored. Also along his back Galvon stored his chitin shortbow, probably the single piece of equipment that the Dunmer wished to change.

After obtaining his weapons, Galvon went back over to the pew where he was sitting. He picked up the pendant, and looked at it for a minute or so. Somewhat reluctantly, he put the pendant around his neck and tried to remember why he still wore it. Vivec seemed to have actually cared for him. The pendant itself was a gift from the "god", which seemed to lessen the power of the dreams created by the Sixth House. Now, it was just jewlery.

Daniella was feeling irritable. Back in Leyawiin earlier that day a Dunmer woman had wasted her time by stopping her in the street to make snide remarks about how her clothes had been taken from a corpse when she had more important things to do, such as almost anything else. Then the Dunmer woman in the Mages Guild had become annoyed with her for taking too long over a purchase when Daniella was only trying to explain that the Dunmer woman was trying to make her pay far too much money for a daedra heart. She ended up not taking the heart in the end which was a shame, they could be used to make poisons of silence and Damage Magicka. She did manage to buy some cairn bolete caps and flax seeds though. They would make a good shock damage poison. She also bought a few nightshade flowers which could be combined with the local green stain cup caps for damage health potions. She had in fact started looking for green stain cups in the Marsh north of Leyawiin where they were as abundant as the flies when she was ambushed by a bandit with a bow, another Dunmer woman. That annoyed her more, she wasn't used to being ambushed. She was usually the result of much ambush in other people. All in all, Daniella wasn't having much luck with Dunmer women today, but at least the bandit had been easy to deal with - a single arrow to the throat, although she had been aiming a little lower - was all it took. Unfortunately, the Dunmer woman had managed to hit her in the stomach with an arrow before Daniella's own shot met its mark. As with most bandits, this one only carried junk. Daniella took the dead woman's arrows, steel by the looks of them, and added them to her quiver full of a random assortment of whatever arrows she had been able to get hold of. She then put her bow away and got away from the corpse which would soon attract flies, although most things did around here.

Looking around, she figured she was closer to Water's Edge than Leyawiin by now. In need of a healer who was better at removing arrows than herself, she continued north. Now her stomach hurt, worsening her mood and now even the smell of the swamp was getting to her, which was unfortunate because swamps tended to stink even at the best of times. At least the flies weren't bothering her. They were probably going after the corpse she had offered them. Now she was starting to feel dizzy. Why was she becoming so obsessed with flies all of a sudden? That didn't help her mood either. She was starting to suspect a poison had been applied to the arrow sticking out of her stomach. It could be a damage personality effect, she considered. That would explain why she had become so irritable so quickly when normally she was patient in any situation. When she was wondering how this situation could get any more irritating, it began raining, as if the gods wanted to prove to her it could.

Now was a while after that - Daniella didn't care how long, time meant little to her - and she had finally reached Water's Edge, although at the moment it was hard to tell where the edge of the water was since it was everywhere, dropping from the sky like a bizarrely placed waterfall and in the river where it should be. A lot of the water was also in her hair which was feet long and became very heavy when wet so now she had an aching neck to annoy her. Rubbing it, she ran towards where she knew the Chapel to be. There she could get shelter, some help with the arrow and some respite from the damn flies. She ran past a group of children who were bothering a mudcrab, past the houses, past random people who watched her as she passed, and finally reached the Chapel door. Panting, she took some time to get her breath back and walked inside ahead of a richly dressed Nord man who also seemed to be coming in out of the rain. Sensible man, she thought.

Inside the Chapel was unexpectedly crowded. From the door she could see the Argonian she recognised as the healer, who she really needed to get to know at the moment. For some reason he appeared to be trying to hide. There was a Dunmer man in strange armour sat on one of the pews. She ignored him for now. She also tried her best to ignore a tall figure in pure black ebony armour. She knew from experience that it was a bad idea to bother people in such expensive and powerful armour if you still wanted to continue having your bottom half connected to your top half. There was also an Imperial man flailing a mop around. Some sort of swordplay demonstration perhaps? This wasn't really the place for it in Daniella's opinion.

"Is this a bad time?" she asked. "Oh... it wasn't damage personality, it was damage health," she told herself weakly. She then threw up violently and noisily on the floor of the chapel.

The assault upon the air was going well for Constantine, it gave him a chance to unleash his anger upon someone, rather than keep it bottled up. All the frustration of sheep trampling and eating his garden, the frustration of the constant rain, the annoyance of rats constantly digging their way into his basemant and the ceaseless hassle of the Khajiits from Border Watch going on about the end of the world and burning dogs. Then, the Dunmer saw fit to throw his compliment back at him, truely the Nine sought to punish him.

The Dunmer started by telling him both what he already knew and false information "Katanas are made in Akavir and came to Tamriel by trade or conquest."
He continued by insulting Constantine's intelligence, "And I thought that a knight such as yourself would surely be able to know where some weapons come from."
He then ranted about bonemould and chitin, disregarding the fact that Constantine had merely expressed his own opinion earlier, "As for armor, bonemold is far too heavy for my liking, and chitin shows that I am..." he stopped, for what reason Constantine did not know (though he guessed the elf was probably hiding something), though he ceased his relentless assault on the shadows in order to address the Dunmer, who was now retrieving his weapons and armor,
"Do not insult me ashborn, when was the last time you saw an Akaviri merhcnat? Most true Akaviri katanas are owned by the Blades, where do you think new ones come from? Certainly not Akavir, most are made in Morrowind in the Akaviri style Imitations, but they serve their purpose. But, in truth, it was a compliment, just accept it and throw it back in my face. And I am not a knight."

He then returned to his unyielding assault upon his invisible enemy, while a finely dressed Nord and an odd looking Beton arrived in the chapel.
More crazy, that's all I need today. Why are these people here? Is there no sane person in this town anymore?
"Is this a bad time?" the Beton asked before mumbling something about personality. "Not at all..." he was interrupted by the sounds of the woman violently vomiting on the floor.
"I just cleaned that floor!" he yelled, "must we have every bodily fluid on these stone floors before this insanity ends? Perhaps the Nord is here to defecate on them? This is Madness!"

Doran was lost in thought, while Mizar and the Imperial had began to help the Galvon he began to stare up at the roof of the chapel and think about the future. Souls are powerful. I know this for a fact, they can be used to operate great machinery. I am certain that is how the Dwemer did it. Perhaps after I get out of here with the soulgem, I shall finally be able to activate my...

Doran realised the others had been talking for quite some time while he had been off daydreaming. Snap out of it you fool! You're going to get yourself caught! He looked down at the scene before him, there was now another person in the room. A lady wearing very, very expensive armour. What a day I have chosen to try to get this key, the entirety of the town will be in here next. "I'm not dying, so I'd say better than earlier." he saw the dunmer smile, I hope you are in pain you filthy tribunal worshipper

"Now, how much gold does your healing services cost. You have my thanks, but you obviously don't do this work to praise the Nine." The Dunmer asked Mizar.. Aha! I'll finally be able to find out if I can bribe him

"That obvious, is it? I'd counter by saying you're the first Dunmer I've seen in a chapel as well. Yet here we are. You are correct, however. Priests of the Nine demand an 'offering' to their gods in return. My healing is free of charge. All I ask in return is that you don't take it in vain. Such as recklessly charging into a vampire den all alone, and especially unprepared."

The Bosmer felt himself getting annoyed, there is no way I can get the key now! I need to get out of here. Where did I mark my last teleportation location..? The woman revealed her name, "Aliera Commena, at your service." Now he knew everyone in the room and they did not know of him, or so he hoped. There was something strange about how Mizar and Sir Julius were acting. He heard the Dunmer and Argonian have a slightly boring conversation about food, but one sentence made Doran [censored] his ears up.

"As I already said, I was unprepared. What you call recklessness I call bravery. Under normal conditions, I can kill twice as many vampires than I did earlier. Compared to the servants of the House of Troubles...Dagon...those undead scourges were nothing."

Oh what an arrogant sod! More like, "Compared to the innocent worshippers of the old gods, those 'vampires' were nothing". I wonder if they even were vampires, most likely not. Probably just a group of innocent pilgrims camping out in a cave.

The others began to talk about blades. Katanas to be precise. Katanas, what stupid things weapons are. All they cause is bloodshed and death. Most of all death.

Then he saw Mizar move. He was coming closer and closer. He knows I'm here. Doran began to think quickly, I need to get out of here. I could recall back to my marked location.. but where was that? Stupid. Stupid mer! He almost sighed with relief when Mizar turned away from him and began to walk through the shadows at the top of the church.

"By the gods Mizar, what are you doing!? Must you be so cryptic!?" Sir Julius demanded, "That's more of a Khajiit thing to do you know, sit in a dark corner like that. Are you going to jump on a ledge and lick yourself next? Perhaps I should have Galvon fetch a bowl of milk? You should change your name to Thinks-He's-A-Cat."

Sir Julius then decided to grab a mop and attack the shadows.

"Come out coward! Cease this game. I bet you're a Bosmer, always skulking in the shadows. Damn treehugger."

Screw it. Doran grabbed one of the larger soulgems he carried from one of the pouches in his belt and began to teleport away. It would take several moments to do and required a great amount of concentration so he failed to notice another woman enter the church and failed to notice most of the general goings on. Finally he succeeded and he teleported. There was loud smash as the soulgem he had used to power the spell fell to the ground. The only evidence he had been there.

Doran was exhausted when he arrived at his mark. It was right in front of a cave, which seemed to be locked by a big stone door. Carved into the door was some words, most of them worn down through time. This cave was old, and after staring at the words for quite some time he realised one said, 'Amelion'. He could have screamed he was so happy, he had marked the Amelion tomb when he realised he had needed a key. It was then that the exhaustion returned and he collapsed.

Jakundr

Jakundr entered through the large chapel doors a few paces behind a female figure clad in green fabrics so often favored by hunters and foresters. As he set foot inside the chapel he was greeted rather harshly by an angry man accusing Jakundr of plotting to defecate on the man’s freshly cleaned floor. Jakundr paid the man no further attention because the woman that had arrived just before him had apparently fallen ill and had thrown up all over the floor. He rushed over to her and carefully held her arm to support her. He guided her towards one of the pews and helped her sit down.

“Are you alright, Miss?” He put his hand on her forehead to check for a fever but suddenly noticed the dark stain on her stomach and the bloody remnants of a broken arrow sticking out of her flesh.

“Obviously not,” he mumbled to herself. “She needs a healer!” Jakundr addressed the others. “Where is your chapel healer? Please help her!”

He knelt down beside the woman and rested his arm on her shoulder. “Everything will be alright, Miss. Just try to stay awake.”

Constantine's assault was interrupted by a loud smash which sounded vaguely familiar to him, he could sense traces of magicka in the air. They're gone, he thought to himself, almost disappointed that he hadn't caught the thief. He turned to see the Nord leading the barely conscious Breton woman over to a pew, her long blonde hair dragging along behind her, and demanding that she see a healer.

"Our regular healer is currently a cat," he said, while glancing over to the area he guessed the Argonian would be "I believe he is hunting for mice in the shadows. However, I am somewhat skilled in restoration." He tossed the mop over towards the bucket of water sitting by the enterance and moved over towards the injured Breton with an arrow in her stomach and the Nord who was attempting to comfort her.
"It's not too bad," he said, more for the Nord's benefit than the Breton's "we'll just get that arrow out, clean and heal the wound and then then cure her of any poisons or diseases which she may have and she'll be back on her feet in less than an hour."
It's been too long since I've done this, he thought, realising that he hadn't attempted to heal anyone else of their wounds for many years.
"You may want to hold her" he said, his voice betraying his nervousness a little, as he prepared to remove the arrow.

Aliera sighed. Her life had been blessedly free of sarcasm recently, but if the world was forcing the issue, she'd be damned if she didn't give as good as she got.

"Allright, I'll bite. What is the story of this town turning into an asylum? Tell me it's not the old Sheogorath shrine, that's just clichéd. Do you really believe someone would sneak into a chapel? Why would anyone do-", at that moment, Aliera heard a noise from a dark corner of the room, which she'd thought empty.
"Alright, I give up. This town does drive people insane, no doubt about it."

Great, you made him angry.Galvon thought with a sigh. He could never understand why any smith in Morrowind would continue to forge imperfect weapons created in a land that had tried to invade thier home ages ago. The Akaviri were even worse than every single outlander that had come to Morrowind, even the Argonians...No, there was nothing wrong with the Argonians if it was only the Tribunal that said that they were abominations. Why did religion have to be such a pain. Maybe if this "Sir Knight" would just stop worshiping his so-called "gods" he could understand that he is being fooled. Instead, it seems like Sheogorath truely has messed with this man's mind. The Temple may have at least gotten the House of Troubles correct. Sheogorath still isn't as evil as Mehrunes Dagon. The torture of those poor souls...

The Dunmer failed to notice the injured woman enter, and was only interrupted in his thoughts when a soul gem hit the floor. "By the name of..." he shook his head. Forget about Vivec, he is dead. Or at least, he isn't a god. "what was that?" Maybe Constantine wasn't going mad, and for once Galvon actually was being watched. Did one of those vampires follow me to Water's Edge? Or was it a cultist? A Necromancer? Alma...forget her already! Constantine seemed to be a bit frustrated, and with just cause. The man had just swung a mop in the air for nothing.

In the chaos, Galvon noticed Constantine go over to the injured woman and attempt to heal her. That man must be messing with me, now. Obviously he is a knight. Galvon thought before thinking to himself. The Dunmer had quite a bit of knowledge in Restoration, but he had mainly used magic to heal himself, and not others. The only times where he had healed another were when the Temple tasked him with curing someone of a disease. Poisons were certainly a different matter. Just let the mop crusader deal with her, and the Argonian healer when he comes out of hiding.

"Someone has been here who didn't wish to be noticed." the Dunmer said as he began to take off his weapons. These people probably still think I am just a pathetic adventurer that souldn't have taken on a small group of vampires on his own. They're going to ask eventually, just tell them. Galvon started to put on his chitin armor as he continued. "As a Bouyant Armiger, it is my job to hunt down the users of any foul magic. I do not expect any of you to join me in my probably worthless hunt, but I am used to that. I had little to no help when I closed several gates to Oblivion during the Oblivion Crisis several years ago." Galvon finished putting back on his armor and began to equip his weapons again. Great, now this Constantine is going to think that I am a heretic and beleive in the damn Tribunal.

Constantine had just finished healing the arrow sized hole in the Breton when he heard the Dunmer mention he was a Bouyant Armiger, he quickly cast a cure disease spell and rose to face the mer.
"Truely?" he asked in slight disbelief, "I once knew a Bouyant Armiger, a was a long time ago..." he thought back to his days as a Knight of the Nine during the Oblivion Crisis.

The gate stood menacingly before the two knights, red clouds loomed above them. The warm sun of Azura's Coast the was obscured by the evil clouds, lightening cracked within them, acompanied by the low growl of thunder as well as an unnatural hum. Great black claws protruded from the blackened ground reaching up into the sky, easily dwarfing the wall of nearby Molag Mar. A wall of fire stood in between the protrusions, the heat which was felt coming from it made Constantine quite uncomfortable in his heavy chainmail armour.
"Are you ready Sir Tolvtis? Ready to close this gate?" he asked the Dunmer next to him.
"Ready to give Dagon a swift kick up the ass?" he asked with a smile, Constantine grinned in reply.
"For the Nine!" they roared. The brothers-in-arms charged through the gate and into the Deadlands.

Constantine shook the memory away, "You must be a great warrior. What is this hunt which you speak of? And why are you here of all places?"
His curiosity had been piqued. Perhaps this is my chance, he thought.

“Are you alright, Miss?” The Nord put his hand on Daniella's forehead to check for a fever but suddenly noticed the dark stain on her stomach and the bloody remnants of a broken arrow sticking out of her flesh.
Daniella tried to reply but could only supply a groan.

“Obviously not,” he mumbled to himself. “She needs a healer!” Jakundr addressed the others. “Where is your chapel healer? Please help her!”
Daniella winced at the shout. Now she was feeling too weak to be annoyed. She guessed that removed the possibility that the poison was damage personality.

He knelt down beside the woman and rested his arm on her shoulder. “Everything will be alright, Miss. Just try to stay awake.”
"Uh, I'll try boss..." she mumbled, slightly confused by the idea of a richly dressed person treating her kindly, although it wasn't hard to confuse her at the moment.

"Our regular healer is currently a cat," the mop wielding Imperial said, appearing in Daniella's vision suddenly, while glancing at something, probably the healer. "I believe he is hunting for mice in the shadows. However, I am somewhat skilled in restoration." He tossed the mop over towards the bucket of water sitting by the entrance and moved over towards the injured Breton with an arrow in her stomach and the Nord who was attempting to comfort her.
"I thought he was an Argonian..."
"It's not too bad," he said, more for the Nord's benefit than Daniella's "we'll just get that arrow out, clean and heal the wound and then then cure her of any poisons or diseases which she may have and she'll be back on her feet in less than an hour."

As the Imperial tended to her, Daniella sat in silence apart from when she gasped in pain at the arrow being removed. As soon as he had finished with her the Imperial wandered off to bother the Dunmer he seemed to enjoy arguing with, although their discussion seemed much warmer this time. Daniella wanted to get his attention but also preferred not to interrupt potentially dangerous people. As the arrow incident proved, Daniella was bad at taking pain, always having relied on evasion.
"Thanks for your help. I'm sorry about the floor," she said to the world at large. "Is it alright if I take your mop to clean it for you? It's my fault it's such a mess." she asked, climbing to her feet.

Was there no end? This morning could not possibly get any more eventful. With the appearance of yet two new faces into the Chapel, one of whom proceeded to spew her guts upon the floor, Mizar decided to abandon his hunt and attend to the human woman's more urgent problem. He felt a pang of sympathy as he saw the wicked arrow protruding from her belly. Just what was getting into people today? The Dunmer mauled by vampires and now this. At least she seemed better prepared for it than most. Her armor told him that she was more than just a helpless bystander waylaid by highwaymen, or some such nonsense. With any luck, she was tough enough to make healing the wound relatively quick and painless. Just as he began to approach, however, he heard the crash.

Mizar emerged into view while he moved to inspect the shattered remains of the crystal on the floor. Sifting through the shards, there was no doubt in the lizard's mind that it was a soul gem. This suggested the prey had used magic beyond his abilities to effect his escape. A small part of him felt cheated, not having caught his quarry. Getting back to his feet, Mizar scanned the room. No one was hurt, with the unrelated exception, and that was what was important. After the distraction, Constantine seemed to take it upon himself to heal the Breton. That was fine. After using so much magicka in that short period, Mizar would have a chance to rest and replenish his reserve. He wasn't sure of the Knight's skill in that area, but the Argonian would still be on hand if needed.

With a sigh of relief, Mizar looked around and took stock of the situation. He and Constantine had entered early in the morning, as usual. Their unknown guest was now gone. Then the Dunmer had entered, and his wounds were now healed. Still needed to be fed, though. There was the heavily armored woman, who had remained mostly silent and aloof this whole time, more reminiscent of an Altmer than whichever human race to which she belonged. He could never tell the difference. Now they had the injured woman and another unknown male human. No clue yet as to why he was here. Now Galvon had started spouting something about being a Bouyant Armiger. Something from Morrowind, he knew, but nothing else. Sounds like someone who fights underwater, perhaps? Foolish elves. They could never hope to match an Argonian in that arena. He seemed to have caught Constantine's interest, however. He would leave them to it.

"If I am needed, I'll be outside," Mizar said as he made his way to the front door, deftly avoiding the puddle of vomit. He would let the Mop Master take care of that too. "Need some air."

With that, the Argonian stepped out into the glorious rain, and already he felt the unsettling stress begin to melt away.

Jakundr

Jakundr was glad to see the woman recover so quickly. The restorative arts were certainly impressive. He quickly got to his feet and stepped back to give her some space when she rose from her seat. It seemed that the other people had laid their arguments aside for the moment. The cloaked Argonian announced his desire for fresh air and stepped outside into the rain. An awkward silence spread across the room. The Nine Divines looked down upon the bizarre group of people with their stained glass faces.

"So... I take it that was the cat?" Jakundr nodded towards the door where the Argonian had left. He did not really know what else to say.

Great, now he thinks that I must be some sort of new champion on a great hunt for evil. He said that he knew a Bouyant Armiger, doesn't he know what in Oblivion we are? Galvon sighed. Surprisingly, he got the exact opposite reaction that he thought he would get. He looked to Constantine. "The 'hunt' that I was talking about is simply my duty as a Bouyant Armiger. I'm a bit more...free than most of the others. Lord Vivec hasn't given any sort of order for quite some time." Nice wording, now he's really going to think that I still worship Vivec. The Dunmer looked at everyone in the room before returning his gaze to Constantine. "I am on a hunt of sorts, but not of evil. I've been looking for an object that means quite a bit to me, and this search lead me back here to Water's Edge. That is why I 'recklessly' assaulted a group of vampires."

Vivec, why did he have to mention Vivec? Maybe it was a feeling of gratitude to his supposed saviour, or just the effect of being brought up with the belief that the Tribunal were gods. Sometimes Galvon wonders what would have happened if he had actually gone to Red Mountain as Dagoth Ur had asked, or if he had helped Almalexia in killing the Nerevarine. Now there were no false gods, and no threat to Tamriel. At least, none that he knew of. The Dunmer now just wished he hadn't made a promise to the Dissident Priests never to return to them. They seemed to have all the answers...

The Argonian particularly puzzled Galvon. He was obviously an experianced healer, and yet he seemed to have...other talents. Coupled with the fact that he seemed overly nice for an Argonian, the Dunmer felt uneasy. What if this Mizar was an assassin, or some sort of petty thief? Galvon quickly checked what few of his belongings he had left and gave a brief sigh of relief. Still, he was not so sure about the Argonian. Constantine was a compleatly different issue. The man obviously was quick to anger, and yet practically jumped at the mention of a hunt. What was he hiding? That question bugged him.

"Anyway, I don't like being spied on, and I am almost compleatly sure that you do not either." the Dunmer said to Constantine before glancing back to the gem dust on the floor. It was likely made from a soul gem. An odd form of magic. A scroll would certainly be far easier than that. he thought to himself for a brief moment. Galvon turned back to the other people in the room. The woman wearing the pure-black ebony armor rose pleanty of questions in his mind, but there were more important things to worry about than that. Even if she turned hostile, a decent spell would deal with her quickly. The other woman whom had earlier found an arrow in her body seemed to have recovered, and didn't seem as threatening as the other. The Nord seemed to be quite out of place, but Galvon decided to respond to his question. "Supposedly. He does not think himself a cat, but the Mop Crusader here would say otherwise."

"So... I take it that was the cat?" Jakundr nodded towards the door where the Argonian had left.
"The healer's definitely an Argonian. Maybe he was being metaphorical?" Daniella replied, referring to Constantine, accidentally talking over the Dunmer who answered the same question at the same time. She apologised.

Nobody answered her question about if it was alright to start mopping up so she decided to do it anyway, still feeling that she owed everyone. She walked over to the mop and bucket and, stopping to think for a moment, wrung her hair out into the bucket. There was nearly enough extra water to mop up the vomit on its own. She then carried the heavy bucket and mop to her vomit puddle and started to work on removing it, vaguely wondering how. She wanted to push it outside but the healer was out there and she was sure he wasn't in the mood to have to look at her vomit again. After pushing the vomit into a smaller, taller pile she took her alchemy bag and emptied it out, piling her ingredients and potions under the nearest pew, carefully putting the flax seeds on the biggest cairn bolete cap so they would be easier to retrieve. She hoped she could trust these people not to mess with any of it. She didn't mind losing things, she could replace everything easily enough except for perhaps her Magebane, she just didn't want to be held responsible if anyone was silly enough to drink her poisons. Again. Now she took her empty bag and started pushing the vomit into it with her hand. Disgusting, she knew, but she had touched worse. Plus, she could wash her hand when she dumped the vomit in the river. The rain would probably wash it before she got anywhere near the river in fact.

Once as much vomit as she could move was in the bag, she got up and walked towards the door.

Mizar finally emerged from the shadows, inspecting the shattered sould gem in the corner before excusing himself from the chapel. The Nord, Breton and Galvon briefly discussed Constantine's referance to Mizar as being a cat, they called him the 'mop crusader,' Constantine ignored them while he waited for the Dark Elf's answer to his questions.

"The 'hunt' that I was talking about is simply my duty as a Bouyant Armiger. I'm a bit more...free than most of the others. Lord Vivec hasn't given any sort of order for quite some time." he seemed quite dissatisfied with himself after mentioning the god Vivec. "I am on a hunt of sorts, but not of evil. I've been looking for an object that means quite a bit to me, and this search lead me back here to Water's Edge. That is why I 'recklessly' assaulted a group of vampires."

"Reckless? Brave would be a better word for it I would think. But this... Heartrime, was that not an amulet held by one of Dagoth Ur's Ash Vampires and then later the Nerevarine? Is this that what you hunt? For what purpose?" Constantine's curiosity had been raised further, with yet more questions swirling in his mind.

He noticed the Breton had begun piling her vomit into her bag, a sight which disgusted Constantine quite a bit. "Madness," he sighed.

As Daniella left she heard the Imperial complain of madness. She was a bit too busy to inquire as to what was madness, she had to get to the river. She opened the door and sighed. It was still raining heavily, although the Argonian who was standing out here seemed to love it. You're welcome to it she thought as she ran on. She ran as fast as she could, the world became a blur as she ran past wandering locals, the bag starting to drip. With relief, she reached the river in less than half a minute. She tipped out the contents of the bag into it, washed it out with extra attention paid to making sure her vomit covered hand was under the water for as long as possible, then ran back to the chapel.

Back in the chapel she wrung out her hair and bag into the mop bucket then left her now clean bag to dry properly over the back of the pew she had placed her alchemy gear under.

Daniella was starting to feel a little antsy. She was an outdoors person and wasn't used to having a roof over her head for this long. She told everyone that she was just heading out for a walk before putting her alchemy gear back in her bag which was still wet but that didn't matter, it would just get wet again if she waited for it to dry anyway, thanks to the rain.

She left the chapel and headed south out of the town. Along the road she came across green stain cap mushrooms and remembered she had been trying to get hold of some earlier. Now she continued her search for them, wandering down the road away from Water's Edge. She was sure the collection of strange people in the Chapel wouldn't miss her too badly. Not wanting a repeat of the earlier Dunmer woman incident, she made sure to look around carefully for signs of things other than the mushrooms she was after. She passed a lodge that had always been on the road here, she had never worked out who owned it. Not long after there was a bridge to a small island she liked to relax on. It was rare anything bothered her there. She sat in her favourite spot on the edge of the water. She relaxed for a moment, allowing the rain to make her hair heavy again because she had stopped minding it now. It was then that she spotted a curiously bloodless body across the water outside a tomb. Wondering if the body had anything she could scrounge, she swam across the river. At the other side, utterly soaked, she saw that the body was that of a living elf who was being crept upon by two mudcrabs. She grabbed her bow and an arrow in one swift movement and fired at the nearest one to the elf. She knew she wouldn't hit him, she was too good a shot even in this weather. She was proven right when the arrow pierced the armoured carapace of the first mudcrab, killing it instantly. She nocked another arrow and killed the other mudcrab just as quickly. She hurled her bow to one side as she quickly knelt next to the man who appeared to be a giant Bosmer. He was uninjured but certainly unconscious. She wasn't sure what his problem was but knew the people at the Chapel would be able to help. She grabbed her bow, putting it over one shoulder then heaved the large Bosmer off the ground and threw him over the other. She may not be able to take hits, but she was very strong. Archery needed strong arms.

With the unconscious Bosmer held tightly to her shoulder, she dived back into the water, making sure to keep his head above the surface, swam back across as fast as she could, climbed out the other side and ran as fast as she could to the Chapel and burst through the door. Inside, she carefully placed him on the ground then collapsed with exhaustion. She sat on the ground with her back to a wall and breathed hard and fast, unable to get her breath back enough to tell anyone that the Bosmer needed help. She hoped someone would notice him because she was in no condition to speak at the moment.

Jakundr

He listened silently to the conversation between the two men for a moment before he turned away and continued what he had originally come to the chapel for. The topic they spoke of did not affect Jakundr in any way either so he felt it unnecessary to eavesdrop on them. He walked along the wall past the images of Dibella and Arkay before stopping in front of a small altar.
Stendarr, the deity watching over his hometown, looked kindly down at Jakundr. He kneeled down on the cold stone floor and reached his right hand up to touch the edge of the altar. He closed his eyes and silent prayers filled his mind and pushed all other thoughts aside.

He prayed for the safety of his family and friends. Protection for the weak and justice brought to those of ill intentions. Light and guidance for those who wandered in the dark... and nothing for himself.

After his prayers he got back up on his feet and moved to the far end of the chapel where the donation box was located. Two silver coins and one golden septim made their way down into the small box where they softly clinked against each other before settling down.

He walked back to the small group and politely waited for an opportunity to speak.

Aliera weighted the increasing evidence that someone had been spying on them invisibly, but concluded it probably didn't concern her. No attempt had been made to kill her, so it was probably nothing to be worried about. In any case, Aliera decided to put it with all the other weird things she had no way of getting to the bottom of. Instead, she decided to find out about one thing she could perhaps satisfy her curiosity of: why Constantine seemed familiar. She was fairly certain he had nothing to do with her life in the last thirteen years, so he had to be someone from her youth.

Aliera turned to Constantine, "excuse me, you seem familiar somehow, yet I can't quite place you. Could you perhaps help me, with a full name for example?"

Constantine watched with surprise as the Nord approached the altar of Stendarr. Prayer?, he tought, and here I was thinking I was the only one who came to a chapel of prayer.
Then, again to his amazement, the Nord placed a few coins in the donations box, Well, it seems there is another who donates money generously.

"Thank you Nord, your money will be going to the Kvatch Reconstruction and Survivors Fund," before he could ask the man's name he was interrupted by the Imperial woman in ebony armor, who, until now, had remained quiet, Probably in shock, he thought as she spoke, "Excuse me, you seem familiar somehow, yet I can't quite place you. Could you perhaps help me, with a full name for example?" She didn't seem all that familiar, she was a good few years younger than him.

"Well, fellow Imperial, my full name is Constantine Julius. I lived much of my life in the Imperial City, perhaps you know me from there?"

Julius.
Suddenly the middle-aged man in front of Aliera fit into a totally different place, not the humble squire of some Miles Gloriosus as she'd expected, but the son of a Councillor!

"What? You are Constantine Julius, one of the first high-born nobles to join the reconstructed Knights of the Nine?" Aliera was lost in childhood memories she had thought forgotten, memories of a time when her own way had seemed straightforward, and she had a crush on a distant idol of noble heroism."You made being a questing crusader fashionable again! You were like a modern Sir Berich, only without the civil war and murder! I had a terrible row with my father because I wanted to join, too. What brings you to this godforsaken village? And how are the knights these days? I imagine they must have scoured all of Tamriel for relics by now."

Aliera was so lost in her reverie she never considered that Constantine's story might not be a tale he wished to share.

"What? You are Constantine Julius, one of the first high-born nobles to join the reconstructed Knights of the Nine? You made being a questing crusader fashionable again! You were like a modern Sir Berich, only without the civil war and murder! I had a terrible row with my father because I wanted to join, too. What brings you to this godforsaken village? And how are the knights these days? I imagine they must have scoured all of Tamriel for relics by now."
Memories washed over Constantine, both good and bad ones. He was shocked, many old wounds threatened to be reopened, but he pulled himself together somewhat.

"Well, thank you, but, I believe you exaggerate my importance within the Knighthood. Have you not heard the news of the Knights?" he asked with a tinge of sadness in his voice, "They are... gone, destroyed by... it doesn't matter. As for what I am doing here, I do not rightly know. If you'll excuse me, I need some air."

He quickly left the woman's comapny and exited the chapel and took a deep breath. It was raining and it felt good on his skin, cool, refreshing. He looked over towards his humble home and the sheep in his garden. "They're eating my flowers" he sighed.

Galvon stood silently for a bit after Constantine brought of Heartrime. Wait, how does this man know more than I knew about the amulet? I didn't even know the name until earlier, maybe he knows more than just how to attack with a mop. What Constantine had just said cleared up several things, but questions still remained. The Dunmer wanted to think that the glowing figure had to have been the Nerevarine, and now it seems that he had evidence. Dagoth Ur...it seemed that Galvon just couldn't escape from his grasp, even after his death by the Nerevarine. He just needed to know, why him? Why was it him of all people who had this connection to the evil one? "I...I believe that is what I have been searching for." Galvon finally replied, though several minutes after the question. "As for why I am looking for it..." Galvon paused for a moment. He's going to think I'm crazy. The Temple would've killed me if it weren't for Vivec. he thought. Finally, he decided that he had to trust someone, and certainly if the man thinks he's mad he simply would stop asking questions that even Galvon himself didn't know the answers to. "I think I saw it is a dream..." Galvon shook his head at that.

Suddenly, Galvon was shocked when Daniella rushed into the chaple carrying someone. He walked over to the two, looking over both. She might be mad, but she is strong. he thought to himself as he took a quick look over the Bosmer. Upon a first look, the elf seemed to be an Altmer, but since Galvon wasn't sure, he decided to put that detail to the side. The two were quite wet, and in Daniella's case Galvon was glad of that. Daniella was obviously out of breath, and the mer was unconcious. "Looks like we need some more help over here." Galvon said back to the group. He was tempted to go out and tell the healer, but Galvon was a bit suspicous. He started to check the elf over for first any wounds, but also for anything odd.