"The Dragon Yet Stands!" proclaim the denizens of the Imperial City, but the world of Tamriel knows that the Empire has been beheaded. There is a palpable tension no matter where one would wander. Chancellor Ocato has recalled most of the Legion, though several garrisons remain for peace-keeping operations in unstable regions. Many of the once-proud forts have fallen into disrepair, and everywhere is understaffed. With the Legion waning away, it is only a matter of time before war erupts. That, however, is not our story. Akatosh remains watchful in the Empire's capital, and some have taken that as a sign. The Empire has time yet for its swan song.

The East Empire Company has lost much in the years of the Oblivion Crisis. Since Martin perished, many have elected to refuse the EEC's authority. Many provinces of Tamriel look down on the fragments of the Empire. Since Martin perished, most have chosen to disrespect the Legion.

That is why Anaril, an Altmer heading the affairs of the company, decided to join with a particular Legion company. Anaril was born a schemer. He had ambitious goals for the company. He was also well learned. That is why he also recruited some key members of the Imperial Building Commission for his newest plan. In the end, Anaril did get what he deserved.

And now, dear reader, let me tell you of the happenings of Morrowind. The Imperials refuse to take a side in the conflict between the Nords and the Dunmer. The Dark Elves have started riots against the Imperials, and there have been scuffles in the streets. The Nords have stolen the Fang of Haynekhtnumet from the vaults of the Nerevarine, and the Dunmer are furious that the Empire still remains neutral. In the Imperial town of Helnim Wall, the Cyrodils continue nervously with their business.

It is there that Champion Pelena Amatius recieved a letter from the East Empire Company that would change her life. It read as follows:

To Lady Amatius, Champion of the Legion and faithful servant of the Empire,

It has come to my attention that Morrowind has become a very dangerous place for one loyal to the Empire. No amount of honorable deeds would placate the enraged Dunmer now. That is why I am arranging an expedition to Black Marsh, one of the most neglected provinces, and one that deserves a fort colony and garrison to keep the Argonians from following suit. The East Empire Company and Imperial Building Commission have both already prepared to set up a trade route that will allow this construction to take place. It is up to you now to choose whether this expedition will be protected and then serviced, or if we should let another province join the ranks of those ready to rebel against us.

I eagerly await your reply.

Your humble servant,
Anaril, Factor of the East Empire Company.


It's been only 4 years since the Crisis, but already the people of Tamriel see only two outcomes for the Empire.

"The Empire will die writhing and gasping for air," say the Mer.
"The Empire will not give up and die without a fight," say the Men.

It is time to find out who is right. While the dragon yet stands, some still fight for the glory of the Empire!

***
If you join at this point, you are a resident of Helnim, or at least a wanderer that found his/her way there. Signs have been posted all around town, and citizens share the news that there is something afoot.
***

Wanted:
Men and women still loyal to the Empire of Tamriel, willing to fight for HONOR and ESTEEM, willing to face death in its name. Expedition to the home of the Argonians, the infamous BLACK MARSH. The Empire repays its servants THRICE-FOLD, in time. SIGN UP at the local CENSUS & EXCISE OFFICE. EQUIPMENT PROVIDED. ALL HELNIM WALL LEGION MEMBERS MUST REPORT.

OOC: It doesn't matter if the forms are IC or OOC. Whatever floats your boat.

The forms at the office include:

Name:

Race:

Birthsign:

Class:

Background:

Physical Description[in case of death][optional]:

Personality[for "compatibility" issues][optional]:

Equipment Package[Choose One]:

1: Steel Cuirass, Steel Broadsword, 1x Fortify Strength
2: Leather Cuirass, Steel Bow and 200 Iron Arrows, 1x Chameleon
3: Shield Enchanted Robe, Steel Quarterstaff, 3x Standard Restore Magicka
4: [Legion Members Only] Package 1 with Imperial quality steel and Legion insignia.
All packages include vittles, cure disease potions, and equipment for wilderness survival.

You may be asked to carry Legion supplies at the discretion of any officers present.

The documents proceeds with legal issues and a reminder to obey the representatives of the various factions involved, including:
Lady Amatius, Champion of the Legion
Andre, Breton Architect of the Imperial Building Commission
Mr. Bacalo Maro, Merchant of the East Empire Company.

Enquiring after the latter two reveals that they are stationed in Cyrodiil. When enough members have applied, the group will set sail, bound for Leyawiin.

OOC: This is my first RP, so I'm sorry if I can't fully deliver. I took plenty of notes before hand and have a paper filled with plot points and a conclusion to the story. I really do hope to get that far. Standard RPing rules apply, and also lycanthropes/vampires will be treated as they would be by the Legion i.e. killed on sight. There will be two more points where people can join in seamlessly, but if you want to pop in at any time, be my guest. Just be sure to fill out the forms and let me approve the characters via PM.

A special note on lore: Black Marsh is one of the (if not the) most mysterious provinces out there. I read through the Argonian Compendium, UESP pages, and The Argonian Account, but I'm by no means guaranteeing this rendition of the marsh will be 100% accurate. If something seems way off, feel free to inform me via a PM, but just roll with some of the lesser details. With that said, let's see if we can't make a grand adventure out of a novel RP.

Feel free to post now. You can skip reading about the NPCs if you aren't interested, but be sure to at least read the first IC post. Don't forget to shoot me a character sheet PM!

NPCS
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Name: Andre

Race: Breton

Birthsign: The Tower

Class: Architect

Background: Andre lived in the Imperial City for most of his life, but left prior to the Oblivion Crisis. He was always fascinated with architecture of all sorts, and he ended up working for the Imperial Building Commission in Firewatch. Partly out of boredom for maintenance work, and partly out of a regret for the loss of his family during the Crisis, he signed on for the Black Marsh expedition.

Physical Description: Andre is bald despite his fairly young age of 31, and also fat but not weak. He has blue eyes and is always clean shaven.

Personality: Andre is talkative no matter what mood the group is in, often irritating others through his complaints during harsh periods or even annoying others through his almost constant pvssyr during easier times.

***

Name: Bacola Maro

Race: Imperial

Birthsign: The Lady

Class: Merchant

Background: Born to a noble family, Mr. Maro lost his inheritance due to a gambling problem. Of course, being an entitled brat made him blame his parents, so he left them at an early age and caught the attention of the EEC during one of his ventures. He has regained his wealth twice over. Still, his position is one of a lackey, and so of course he was sent on one of the most dangerous missions possible, courtesy of his employers.

Physical Description: Overweight and tall, Mr. Maro is often described as a bumbling fool. He has green eyes and cropped brown hair. He is 33 years of age.

Personality: Testy and impatient, Mr. Maro needs everything on schedule and all according to plan before he is satisfied. Despite his nobility, he is uneducated in all matters that do not concern trade, and he is especially ignorant of foreign cultures.

***

Name: Julanza

Race: Argonian

Birthsign: The Tower

Class: Smuggler

Background: Julanza grew up in the slums of Gideon, and is well familiar with the culture of his Marshkin. He is serving the Legion to avoid jail-time after being caught selling "questionable materials." Still, he appreciates the Legion's notion and is more than willing to assist them, for now.

Physical Description: Julanza has bright green scales and a blue throat, as well as a ring of horns he often hides with a hood. Julanza is short and has a gaunt frame for an Argonian, due to malnourishment in his youth. He is 25 years old.

Personality: Julanza believes he has always chosen the right decisions, despite his misfortunes. Some would consider him optimistic to a fault, though at times the opposite is true if something is affecting him personally instead of the group as a whole.

***

Name: Pelena Amatius

Race: Imperial

Birthsign: The Serpent

Class: Legion Champion

Background: Lady Amatius rose through the ranks of the Legion slowly, but with such dignity and honor that her superior would not even consider giving her any privilege other than that of Champion for her many services to the Empire.

Physical Description: Pelena is of average height but rather strong compared to most Imperial women at her age, 43. She has bested many others in combat, armed and otherwise. She has deep-set blue eyes and brown hair.

Personality: She does her assignments by the book, is strict with her servants, and is always cool and calculating in her demeanor, though sometimes she can be callous. If ever she is driven into a point where she loses her cool, she becomes very dangerous to be arround.

***

Name: Uramul

Race: Orc

Birthsign: The Steed

Background: Uramul was part of a raucous Orc band, but when a sergeant of his company was slaughtered he turned to mercenary work. Unusually quiet for an Orc, Uramul is as impatient as Maro when it comes to his job.

Physical Description: Green skin. Big frame. Large fangs. An Orc all around. Wears his hair in a rogue knot and is 29 years old.

Personality: Uramaul has the tendency to be impatient, but at the same time he is no hurry to get things done himself. Uramul is calm when it comes to danger due to his nonchalant attitude, but that often gets him into more trouble than it's worth.

***
Name: Vilvan Apo

Race: Dunmer

Birthsign: The Warrior

Class: Legionnaire

Background: Vilvan Apo has had a family that has served the Imperial Legion for generations, and he is not about to break that tradition due to the "petty squabbles" of his kin. Brought up in Gnisis, where he grew comfortable with Imperial values.

Physical Description: Vilvan is of average strength for a Dunmer, with a frame that is powerful but not imposing. He is very young at 22, as evidenced by the charcoal black hair common to Dark Elf youth.

Personality: Vilvan has grown cocky due to his quick advancement in the ranks of the Empire. He thinks there is nothing that can conquer him, though he secretly fears Black Marsh may prove to be the exception. He has a soft spot for his mentor, Pelena, though their relationship is nothing beyond that of friendship, as it will remain.

***
PCs:

Kilan Faryon: Kilan Faryon, Dunmer, M

Sabboth: Aluna'Zira "Words-Like-Walls", Argonian, F

Ambrose51: Lucius Jucanis, Imperial, M

FlyingWeaselMan: Maldrid Lujtym, Imperial, M

Manu: Fara, Bosmer, F

Lady Nibenay: Pallas Flaminia Sulca, Imperial, F

*Please do refer to their CS for a more detailed look at individual characters. This list is only for a basic reference.*

The local tavern was drear enough without the light rain splattering on the cobblestones outside and tapping against the window. The fire was dying, the patrons were quietly murmuring.All in all it was just one of those patently stereotypical days of depression in modern Morrowind. An Imperial seated at the counter was cynical about the possibilities of future events, but she still felt she could conquer the challenge fate had just thrown her way.

Lady Amatius sighed heavily as she sipped her brandy. What is Anaril thinking? The Argonians and the Dunmer are traditional enemies.This will only make matters worse in Morrowind. Not that Morrowind could be salvaged now. That was why she did end up agreeing to Anaril's scheme. In the end maybe we could establish a presence in the marsh.

Black Marsh. What a fitting name. From what she'd read, she was sure it would be gloomy, dank, and hopeless. Countless expeditions like this had failed due to any matter of conflict: disease, rough terrain, natives, dangerous fauna (not to mention flora), and so on. The only happy tale of the marsh was The Argonian Account; that, of course, was fiction.

Still, she had sent out a few troopers to post signs throughout Helnim. Any volunteers would be a miracle. The posters just seemed like they wouldn't really attract anybody. They could be summed up by "Die for a dying Empire, for a chance at eventual pay!" She was expecting the boat to be filled with troopers, the only people required to go. Poor soldiers. Wait... Why should I think that? I'm going with them!

"Anaril is off the deep end. You know it, don't you milady?"

That was Vilvan, talking in the gravelly voice associated with all Dunmer of Vvardenfell. He seemed to recognize her discomforture. Her mood became lighter. Vilvan tended to pull out the best in people.

"Perhaps it is I who's been claimed by Sheogorath. I'm the one who agreed to this."

"Quite true."

"I was hoping someone would defend the choice, y'know. I'm not the craziest servant of the Empire."

Vilvan laughed quietly.

"I'm afraid I have to disagree. This is Black Marsh we're talking about. Land of one thousand plagues."

"Yeah, well, you have to come too now. As do all the other soldiers. This expedition has been better prepared than most."

"Some of your soldiers have gone AWOL. Not all of us are as loyal to the Empire as you may think, though be glad I am not among the faithless. My father guarded an eggmine in Gnisis for at least a decade. I'm not about to let his toil go to waste by giving up on the Legion."

"Still, we've got the backing of the EEC and the Imperial Building Commission. We're still better prepared than most, as I said." Despite seeming to ignore Vilvan's earlier statement, Pelena was already formulating plans for punishing the deserters.

"Even other expeditions planned more excellently than our own have failed. Horribly," replied Vilvan in a grave tone.

"But we have you this time, right?" she smiled.

He chuckled again, albeit nervously.

"I guess we're going to conquer the marshes after all," he joked.

There was a brief silence as both of them reflected on some of the possible outcomes of their agreement to Anaril.

"So what's the word from that old local C&E fellow?" Pelena ventured, turning their thoughts away from a party of Legionnaires sinking into darkness.

Vilvan laughed at the question.

"What do you think, milady? Well, actually, we did have a few people stop by, but they complained about not being allowed to take their own weapons and armor."

"Ridiculous! They should know better than that. This is Legion quality gear. It's been treated by the best alchemists around so that it actually has a chance of not rusting away in two days down there, for Mara's sake!"

"Or at least they say. The alchemists haven't actually tested them."

"True. But the Legion is a bad enemy to make, even in its weakened state. The Legion should still be on fair terms with the merchants; it's the Office of Census and Excise that gets on their nerves."

"I suppose. A few townsfolk have started spreading rumors about what we're doing in the Marshes. Supposedly we're digging up treasure."

Vilvan smiled before continuing.

"Just like my pap used to say. 'Wealth beyond measure.' That's what we're going to find down there, eh?"

Pelena chuckled. "I guess we're about to find out. I don't think it'll be much longer before I'm ordering the ship to set sail."

Pelena was planning to leave as soon as she got back word from Anaril. She wasn't sure she'd be able to provide the volunteers the expedition would require by then, though. Only time would tell...

Name:Kilan Faryon

Race: Dunmer

Birthsign: Tower

Class: Alchemist

Background: Kilan never came from a wealthy family at all, he ran away at a young age and lived off the streets and turned into a tough man, seeking adventure someday he has traveled far and wide for someone to adventure with.

Physical Description: Well built, Athletic

Personality: Can be aggresive in combat, will stop for important ingrediants.

Equipment Package: 3: Shield Enchanted Robe, Steel Quarterstaff, 3x Standard Restore Magicka

Other Items: 10 Septims, Bread, Standerd travellers items alchemy set, steel shortsword, elven dagger.

As Kilan Flew open the door and sat down at the lonley table Kilan sighed, He thought he would never be able to join any adventure with any body untill he saw the poster, finally his call to the Tribunal answered!.
He looked arund the room and saw a legion officer He walked up and said "Are you still recruiting? I know it will be dandrous and stuff but I know im ready please! I will not let you down!"

(I await the answer...)

OOC: Cleared!

Name: Aluna'Zira

Race: Argonian

Gender: Female

Birthsign: The Mage

Class: Battle Mage

Background:
An Argonian native to the Black Marsh, hatched in a small Nest village Southwest of Blackrose, Aluna'Zira came to Cyrodill to live in Leyawiin after recieving her naming ceremony at a late age. Taking a small raft down to the southern coast, she was able to catch a ride on a Mages Guild ship that was collecting Dragon's Tongue samples from an off shore port of Lilmoth. Because of her father bringing her up as a Battle Mage as best he could, just as he was, she only expected to do odd jobs for the Mages and Fighters guild. She spent most of her free time practicing alchemy to avoid the cultural squabbles of her Leyawin neighbors. Though, being present on the day of the Imperial City siege during the Oblivion crisis trying to purchase more adequate materials for her quiet hobby, she experienced first hand the strength and loyalty the Imperial Legion had for the safety of their people and all of Tamriel. Seeing through the Dunmer's cries against the empire's standing on their petty fight with the Nords, and believing that the empire knew what was best for the whole of Tamriel by not taking sides, she immediately saught to join the legion's ranks.

After noticing an offhand remark of the Legions newest endevour in a copy of the Black Horse Courier, she now arrives at Helnim to request the position of guide, so that she may aid this expedition through the dangerous depths of the Black Marsh. Her homeland.

Physical Description:
5'8", 26 year old, Dark reddish skinned Argonain female with a dark green belly. Has a slightly pointed lizard-like face that's not as blunt as Cyrodiilic Argonians and has a slight snout. Healthy appearence, though not hardy, and has average body features. A kind yet tired expression on her face. Two curved fins close to the head and pierced with gold loops.

Personality:
A talkative, comical woman who has much going through her mind, though is very reserved about her personal motives and to those she doesn't consider friendly. Is quick to judge on first impressions and can be painfully blunt sometimes. Tries to keep a lighter mood on most situations and tends to hide any sad or angry emotions. Earned her nickname "Words-Like-Walls" by having a tell-it-how-it-is attitude. She doesn't have a good standing with any Dunmer.

Equipment Package:
Requesting custom package consisting of Steel Broadsword, Leather Cuirass, Calcinator, 3x Standard Restore Magicka

Other:
Long cloth bag with rope sling attached at both ends. Elf Cup Caps, Mandrake Roots, Redwort Flowers, Knife, Mortar & Pestle.

Aluna pushed open the slightly cracked door to the tavern of Helnim. She shook the stray beads of rain off her shoulders and scanned the room noticing two members of the legion discussing something rather casually at a table near the back of the tavern. With a toothy grin she walked slowly to another table and slid an extra chair up to theirs. With the same innocent grin she spoke up to them, rather oblivious to the possibilities of interrupting something important.

"Oh uhm..." She cleared her throat and spoke with a smoother voice than most argonians "You're from the legion right? I was wondering where the Census office was here. I want to volunteer."

She pulled the rope of her bag over her head and set the bag on the floor. She produced one of the posters that were also located around the town, holding it up as if they hadn't already seen it many times before.

" I saw in the Black Horse Courier what you were planning for the Black Marsh. I thought I could be some help. Uhh..."

She stared at the Imperial woman the whole time, ignoring the Dunmer across from her. She had nothing to say to the Dunmer and didn't think it necessary to acknowledge any of them for no good reason. She continued to hold a hopeful look on her face.

"I... I want to be your guide."

An uncertain look flashed across her face.

I never really thought I'd be signing up for the Legion Aluna thought. The concept seemed much more exciting in her head than in person.

Almost as soon as Pelena was done thinking about when she was going to set sail, with volunteers or otherwise, the door burst open. Wind raced through the tavern and the fire danced wildly. The publican scowled as a Dunmer walked through the door, which slowly creaked back into place and came to a stop before it was fully shut. The Dark Elf seemed to be looking for someone, and when he turned to Pelena and Vilvan he quickly approached them.

"Are you still recruiting? I know it will be dangerous and stuff but I know I'm ready. Please! I will not let you down!"

Vilvan looked at his kinsman with a half-bemused and half-puzzled expression. Pelena cleared her throat. "Yes, we are still recruiting. 'Dangerous and stuff?' I've never heard anyone put anything more lightly."

Pelena was tempted not to let on the details of such danger in case it would cause the mer to change his mind, but she realized it was her duty.

"Black Marsh is probably one of the most vicious and wild provinces of fair Tamriel. Many natives are not supporters of the Empire. Caravans are regularly attacked. The roads aren't nice enough to allow for efficient travel with wagons or horses. We'll be going on foot. In the wild. I promise you things won't be completely dandy."

Vilvan added "Don't let that stop you though. Like the posters said, the Census & Excise office here in Helnim Wall is the place to report. If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to go?"

Pelena scowled at Vilvan, worrying that pressuring the mer would cause him to back off. They were interrupted by a reptilian voice.

"Oh uhm..." began the lizard, clearing her throat. "You're from the Legion right? I was wondering where the Census office was here. I want to volunteer."

Pelena hadn't seen the Argonian before, but she was sitting right next to them. Had she been listening to their conversation? " I saw in the Black Horse Courier what you were planning for the Black Marsh. I thought I could be some help. Uhh..." She seemed to be studying Pelena before continuing. "I... I want to be your guide."

Pelena smiled warmly, noticing the Argonian's uncertain look. "Vilvan, you stay here in case any one else shows up. I'll take you to the office straight away. Did you live in Black Marsh? A guide is just what we need! What did you say about the Black Horse Courier? I don't remember ever paying for them to do an article. Oh, I'll deal with them if it puts the Legion in a disrespectful light. Probably ridiculing the expedition," she added under her breath. "Excuse me! I'm starting to ramble, aren't I?"

Pelena scooted back her seat, leaving her brandy on the counter. "Come with me then. What a development. Two volunteers at once! More than I was hoping for, but hardly enough yet..."

She opened up the door and made her way to the office.

Aluna stood up as the Imperial woman did and followed her to the door, leaving the two Dunmer behind. She didn't mind though.

"Well actually it was just an innocent side comment really. And you probably didn't pay them, they always seem to know more than they should."

She smiled again now that she was making small talk with the Legion officer.

"But yes, I was born near Blackrose, which is basically in the center of Black Marsh. I overheard what you were saying to that... Dunmer. Yes, many of the roads are rough and impassable, but I just want to note that there aren't many roads at all to begin with."

She looked up to see the Census office in front of her.

"Since many of your previous expeditions failed, you might not have known that most travel is done by boat, at least for non-Argonians." she laughed as she said this "Though I'm sure you're at least familiar with the adventures of Scotti, plus I could always go for a good long swim."

She pulled open the door to the office quickly before the Imperial did and held it for her.

"Do you mind if I ask what your name is by the way?"

The rain began to chill her and she wanted to rush in first but she was trying her best to be courteous towards the Legion member.

"If you don't mind me asking."

"Well actually it was just an innocent side comment really. And you probably didn't pay them, they always seem to know more than they should. But yes, I was born near Blackrose, which is basically in the center of Black Marsh. I overheard what you were saying to that... Dunmer. Yes, many of the roads are rough and impassable, but I just want to note that there aren't many roads at all to begin with."

Pelena nodded. "I hear you. Still, the Legion deserves respect. I won't let the Black Horse Courier get away with any slander. What did the article actually say? Am I worried over an innocent advertisemant? In any case, it is good to meet a native of the Marsh. And though there aren't many roads, we intend to stick to them as far as we can. Unfortunately, that will only get us as far as Gideon, where we plan to restock. The mer who arranged this expedition will tell us exactly where we are headed when he next sends me correspondence."

"Since many of your previous expeditions failed, you might not have known that most travel is done by boat, at least for non-Argonians." She laughed as she said this "Though I'm sure you're at least familiar with the adventures of Scotti, plus I could always go for a good long swim."

"We plan on arranging more detailed plans of transportation once we arrive in Gideon. It's an Imperial town, through and through, as I'm sure you are aware."

As they approached the office, the Argonian walked ahead and held the door. How courteous! Pelena beamed.

"Do you mind if I ask what your name is by the way? If you don't mind me asking."

"Of course! Lady Pelena Amatius at your service. Let's get indoors."

Once they were safely tucked inside the Office of Census & Excise, Pelena took a seat at a wooden bench. "You'll want to talk to the man at counter two. The gentleman with the beard. He'll get you all signed up. Welcome aboard, Miss..." she trailed off. "Well, I best be knowing your name as well. I don't want to learn it from the forms." She waited for the Argonian to reply, eager to ask her of the affairs of the Marsh once they had dealt with all the official business.

Aluna shut the door behind her and fumbled with her thoughts for a moment.

"Oh, yes, Aluna'Zira is my name." Quickly and quietly she added "Sometimes I get Words-Like-Walls, and once I was called Al..."

Faltering for a moment after blurting out this information, she turned on her heel with an embarrassed look and stepped up to the counter marked "two". The bearded man, seeming to know exactly why she was there, slid the form onto the counter in front of her without a word. Near the edge was already an ink well and quill.

She began to fill in the forms, repeating her answers to herself quietly as she did so. After leaving most of the form fairly short, she stared at the "In case of death" notice next to the physical description line, turning back towards Pelena for a moment with a nervous laugh. She leaves the last line blank, leaving the document to read:



Fiddling with the quill in her hand, she looks up at the bearded man behind the counter and asks " Is there anyway I can request a slightly modified Equipment Package? I think a little of each would do nicely... Maybe a Broadsword, a Leather Cuirass, and some Magicka potions? Oh, and a calcinator..."

She stared down at the form, tapping her quill on the counter noisily, apparently lost in thought.

Without looking up she says "Yes, could you do that for me?"

"Is there any way I can request a slightly modified Equipment Package? I think a little of each would do nicely... Maybe a Broadsword, a Leather Cuirass, and some Magicka potions? Oh, and a calcinator..."

The Argonian was staring at her forms. Without looking up she adds "Yes, could you do that for me?"

The withered Imperial grumbled. "Shure. I guess we could shpare shome extra equipment. Plenty o' extra supplies. Jusht remember not to take anything you don't want ter lose into the Marsh. 'Course you don't really have to worry about that. No doubt you are a native, eh? No Argonians living in Morrowind these days, not even those shtill in shlavery."

Flecks of spittle shot from the old man's mouth as he spoke. As the Argonian continued with her forms, he ordered a nearby worker to unload a few crates. He shifted their contents around and moved the crates that were now missing supplies to the side. His assistant began loading some equipment into several pouches attached to a leather belt. A pack that was already loaded was hoisted over the counter.

"This includes your food n' shome cooking gear. You wouldn't mind carrying the cooking shtuff, right? It's bulky, but it weighs less than some of the other bits n' bobs you folk'll be needing."

When the belt was packed up with pouches for smaller utensils, food for travel, and a few potions, he also handed that over. Next came the blade. It looked used; it had several etchings in it and the scabbard was worn, but it wasn't completely sheathed and an onlooker would notice that the sword was at least freshly sharpened. Last came the cuirass. It was in pristine condition.

"Once you are done, I'll clear your forms. Check back with me tomorrow when everything is approved and I can give you a bonus: We don't have any calcinators, but you can get one free from a local alchemist with a C&E coupon. Good luck, Miss!"

Pelena rose as she heard him finishing up. Being polite, she would let the Argonian speak first, but she really was dying to know more about Black Marsh. She was very glad that Aluna had volunteered. Someone with detailed knowledge of the Marsh would be worth at least a dozen troopers on this expedition. Still, she was hoping for at least a few more before they would be leaving Helnim Wall, possibly for the last time.

OOC: I'll post in a little while. Got some things that I need to take care of right now.

Name: Lucius Jucanis

Race: Imperial

Birthsign: The Lord

Class: Knight

Background: Lucius Jucanis is a man so down on his luck, that he doesn't even have dice to throw anymore. Everything's over for him, and he has no future except death in a foreign land. After a successful venture at establishing a mercenary company willing to hire out to any side in the approaching conflict, the Legion came down on him. Hard. They stripped him of everything he owned and disbanded the group. The members went fleeing anywhere they could make a living, but conveniently forgot their brave leader in the process.

With nowhere else to go, he is faced with a gut-wrenching decision. Join the people that ruined his life.

Physical Description[in case of death][optional]: Lucius is a decently tall man, standing at 6'2" and having an average weight, despite the fact he never eats anything healthy. He has raven black hair that has been trimmed per Legion specifications, much to his disgust. He is heavily muscled, and often wears clothes that reflect that for intimidation value.

He will often have a strange looking smile on his face, as if it's merely a reflex, and this often makes people wary as it's fairly evident that it's faked in the worst way. His eyes betray nothing about him, always remaining emotionless no matter what action he takes. The ice blue eyes are quite off putting, and very noticeable. He has no scars that are evident, but does have a very long, scrawling tatoo going along his left arm. It shows long lines of stylized thorns.

Personality[for "compatibility" issues][optional]: Lucius is not completely unstable, but is far from normal personality wise. He is extremely private, only giving his full name when forced, and hates nosy people. That said, he often inspires personal questions with his behavior, which is not particularly social friendly. He has a near legendary temper and can be set off at the slightest thing, though recently he has become incredibly subdued.

He loves money, and all things that come with money. He's utterly ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants, willing to absolutely anything necessary to get his due. It's just an added bonus that he happens to enjoy most of what he does. He tends to smile while killing, though it isn't all that surprising, as he smiles while doing most things. To him, killing is just a task, and he doesn't hold people above animals in that regard. He has very few morals, but the few he has may as well be life binding, as he won't cross them. For instance, he won't go back on his word when it's given, but likewise expects this from others. He is not a good person to cross and is definitely not an upstanding citizen by anyone's standard. He is, however, good at what he does.

Equipment Package[Choose One]: Steel Cuirass, Steel Broadsword, 1x Fortify Strength. In addition to the Imperial setup he was given, he has held onto a mostly decorative dagger with a ruby in the hilt, which also has his family crest; a rose crossed by a sword.

Watching bits of drool fling from the man's mouth and onto her form, Aluna decided that her form was adequate enough. It probably wouldn't affect her chances much as Pelena seemed to be positively glad that she was joining them, judging by the face she wore when she turned back to see her. Was she not expecting many volunteers? She loved her homeland, despite it's slight falling outs with public opinion, and just assumed that not everybody appreciated the Black Marsh as she did. Leaving from Lilmoth with her father was a sad day indeed.

"...No Argonians living in Morrowind these days, not even those shtill in shlavery." She winced as he said this, only just noticing that he was speaking to her. She only replied simply "Yes..."

"This includes your food n' shome cooking gear. You wouldn't mind carrying the cooking shtuff, right? It's bulky, but it weighs less than some of the other bits n' bobs you folk'll be needing." He said, dropping a belt of freshly packed gear in front of her. An assistant delivered a very new looking cuirass and a sword that seemed slightly aged.

"Once you are done, I'll clear your forms. Check back with me tomorrow when everything is approved and I can give you a bonus: We don't have any calcinators, but you can get one free from a local alchemist with a C&E coupon. Good luck, Miss!"

Aluna nodded, and absentmindedly folded the form in half to hand to him. Picking up the belt and coupon, she wanted to remove all of the items from the pouches and stow it into her bag, but decided not to in front of the man who just packed it all for her. She then chose just to put the whole belt, pouches still attached, into her bag. She reached at her shoulder for the rope only to notice it wasn't there. She had left it back in the tavern. Groaning, she tied the belt around her waist, attached the sword loosely to her hip and pulled the leather cuirass over her shirt, fastening the buckles across her chest. She turned back to face Pelena.

"Well, I think I might've uh... left my things back in the tavern..." She had left it on the floor in her eagerness to join at the Census office. "Plus, I think we should go back for your friend right? The Dunmer?" She dragged the word "Dunmer" out for a small moment longer than needed.

She stepped towards Pelena and the door.

Lucius walked into the inn, slightly wet from the rain. He had experienced worse though, and hadn't been in any hurry on his walk. After all, what kind of man wanted to go to his death at a quicker pace. Okay, so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it may as well be true. Working for the Legion will be a death sentence even if Black Marsh doesn't kill me, career wise.

He ignored the patrons, walking quickly to the bar. He took a seat and got the attention of the bartender with some effort, as he seemed to have been doing his very best to ignore his new patron. Too bad for him that Lucius was stubborn, and nothing was getting between him and a drink at that moment, not even Vivec, Almalexia, and Sotha Sil themselves. He quickly chided himself, knowing that they were dead and that they wouldn't be coming anywhere near him, but still. The thoughts were just preparation for inebriation.

The bartender quickly went reaching for the beer, but Lucius was having none of it. "I don't want any of that piss you call a drink. Real men drink rum. Am I right?" Lucius said, shouting the last part. All he got was unfriendly muttering and glares in response. "Bah. Well, you do have rum, right?"

The bartender eyes him warily, seeming to make a decision in his mind. "What are you going to be paying with?"

Lucius sighed, expecting the question, but disheartened by it at the same time. He reached up to his back, drawing his silver longsword from it's sheath. The Dumner's eyes widened in surprise. "You Dark Elves still do the whole pay by barter deal, right? Well, would you consider a sword like this good compensation for a final glass of rum?"

He threw the sword onto the bar, where it clattered, attracting the attention of everyone who hadn't already been watching. The bartender seemed split between insulting Lucius and laughing at him, but settled for quickly reaching out and taking the sword, storing it away somewhere Lucius couldn't see. "All right then, I'll get you that drink. If," the Dunmer said, holding up his finger, "you give me the sheath as well."

"Aren't you making enough off of this already?" Lucius said, untying the sheath from his back and handing it to him.

"Thank you kindly. Now, I'll go get your drink."

A few minutes later, and a full glass of fine rum was sitting in front of Lucius, his trademark smile finally finding itself back to his face. At least for today, he would enjoy himself.

"I don't want any of that piss you call a drink. Real men drink rum. Am I right?" Lucius said, shouting the last part. All he got was unfriendly muttering and glares in response. "Bah. Well, you do have rum, right?"

Vilvan was waiting for his kinsman to make any motion to speak, but the boisterous Imperial stole his attention quickly. "You Dark Elves still do the whole pay by barter deal, right? Well, would you consider a sword like this good compensation for a final glass of rum?"

Vilvan's eyes widened. That was a quality sword he was giving away. If that wasn't enough, the bartender requested the sheath too! Surely he will withdraw his offer now. Imperials are creatures of business, even those who are less-than civilized.

Still, the man undid his sheath and got his rum. This is something else! Vilvan thought that this man must be a real trouble-maker. What else would explain his disregard for peace and value? Surely he noticed that a Legionnaire was sitting nearby. Then again, the Legion was not nearly as influential these days. If this man thinks little of us and stirs up trouble, I'll show him some *real* Imperial values. Vilvan was well-pleased with the knowledge that they would vanish into the Marsh, where he wouldn't have to deal with ne'er-do-wells like this ever again. If only he knew...

***

"Well, I think I might've uh... left my things back in the tavern. Plus, I think we should go back for your friend right? The Dunmer?"

Pelena again smiled, but it faltered for a moment as the Argonian mentioned her friend with just the hint of straining the word. Don't mess this up now. It's only natural for her to see the Dark Elves in a less than positive light, what with illegal slavery continuing despite it being "abolished" here and their renewed violence against men.

"It's no trouble at all, Aluna. You know, that's a nice name. I'd heard the Argonian tongue was a harsh one for other races, but that's really quite clear. Does that really translate to Words-Like-Walls, or is that just a nickname?" Pelena dropped her smile now, getting tired of being overly positive. She really was grateful for the volunteer, but she wasn't really in the mood to be completely cheery. This changed nothing about the Marsh, even with a guide it could prove their end.

She listened to the answer, and explained herself as to not come off as offensive. "I don't mean to upset you, but I'm still not thrilled at this whole ordeal. So please excuse me if I'm not at my brightest and best. I would like to hear more about what you know of the Marsh, though. You said you grew up in Blackrose? How fares that city now that its small Imperial presence has left it? If you don't mind, answer along the way. The people here always have work and they prefer to be left to their business."

Pelena got the door and held it for the Argonian before they took their walk to return to the tavern.

OOC: I don't remember answering you. Heh, I'll roll with it anyway.

"It's no trouble at all, Aluna. You know, that's a nice name. I'd heard the Argonian tongue was a harsh one for other races, but that's really quite clear. Does that really translate to Words-Like-Walls, or is that just a nickname?"

Aluna gave Pelena a strange look as she asked this. Why would she believe that a name like Aluna'Zira translates to Words-Like-Walls? Really, Aluna just meant Luminescent, and Zira was the product of her fathers toying with introducing surnames. Her father's name ended with Zira as well. Dagona'Zira. Her mother, though, was Milina'Saii, and Aluna was grateful for her family's creativity at the naming ceremonies.

"Uh, no? It's just a nickname..."

"I don't mean to upset you, but I'm still not thrilled at this whole ordeal. So please excuse me if I'm not at my brightest and best. I would like to hear more about what you know of the Marsh, though. You said you grew up in Black Rose? How fares that city now that its small Imperial presence has left it? If you don't mind, answer along the way. The people here always have work and they prefer to be left to their business."

Aluna could forgive her for the slight misunderstanding, nodding to Pelena as she walked out the open door.

"Yes, I can tell much about the Marsh, but really, I haven't been to Blackrose since I left for Leyawiin. Though I could only assume that my kin can be a little more relieved now that the Imperials are out. It's a wonderful city, but a haven for less favorable types, even considering that the most secure Prison in Tamriel is right there. Many Argonians are released only after a short time, and plenty stay within the city walls. Makes it easier to return to their 'duties' once they're released."

OOC: I assumed there would be some sort of answer at this point, though I left it to you to define what that is. If you want, I'll avoid stuff like that, but it makes conversations feel a little more natural rather than having a monologue before waiting for an answer. I could leave it to you to include the conversation in your post and fill in answers where you feel obliged if that's what you'd prefer. I guess that's a more correct DMing practice, eh?

Aluna nodded to Pelena as they headed out the door, seeming to not have noticed Pelena's change in attitude until she explained herself, or at least not letting it concern her. She continued with what she knew of Blackrose. "Yes, I can tell much about the Marsh, but really, I haven't been to Blackrose since I left for Leyawiin. Though I could only assume that my kin can be a little more relieved now that the Imperials are out. It's a wonderful city, but a haven for less favorable types, even considering that the most secure Prison in Tamriel is right there. Many Argonians are released only after a short time, and plenty stay within the city walls. Makes it easier to return to their 'duties' once they're released."

"That prison is still being maintained without the Imperial influence? I'm surprised. I thought the Argonians would just let it rot after we had left, or even go so far as to tear it down. May I ask you how well prepared you think we are for our venture down that way? We will be acquiring a few more supplies in Gideon, namely the boats and construction supplies, but do you think that will be enough? Vilvan, that's the Dark Elf who was with me in the tavern, doesn't have much hope for our success."

As they talked, the rain slowly faded. Thick clouds were still rolling overhead, but beams of sunlight peaked through the gloom sporadically. Everything seemed a little brighter, and the streets began to fill back up with people going about their business. A few people saw the Legion outfit and stared. Some of that lot were caught in Pelena's cold glare and instantly turned back to their own affairs. It was still quite plain that most of the citizens of Helnim Wall weren't counting on any luck for her. I guess I can understand that. Not many here are even considering our return.

Once again, Pelena imagined the Marsh. Endless trees stretched into the distance, expelling mist in the early morning and blotting out the sun. Underneath the canopy, a line of men marched forward, the wet ground svcking at their boots. An array of bogs blocked their way forward, yellow eyes gazing from the mire. They turned aside, following a rough path made ages ago that was already overgrown with thorny plants. The air was as thick as the trees, starving them of breath and carrying an unhealthy warmth that pervaded their helms. Something caws in the distance. The file is nervous now, sweating heavily and swearing. Bugs dance among the trees, some as big as your hand. A giant centipede creature wallows through the primeval murk. Then, suddenly it is pitch black. The men are calling out, searchingly. There are many voices, but as time passes they realize there are less and less of them. As she stumbles through the foliage, she trips and is covered in mud. Pelena curls up against a gnarly old trunk, realizing she is all alone and lost forever.

THUNK.

Pelena was drawn out of the trance by the heavy wooden door. Several older Imperial men sitting down nearby burst out laughing as Pelena turned red. She ignored them and pushed opened the doors, forgetting her manners and her companion by not holding it. There is still time to call this whole thing off. There aren't enough volunteers. Drop this madness! There is no possible reason for going through with this. An Imperial fort in Black Marsh? Most of the Imperials have been driven out of Black Marsh! How in Oblivion is this going to please the Argonians?

She sat down heavily at the table nearest to the door, waiting for Aluna. The bartender gazed over his patrons to get a glance at who had knocked so loudly. Lady Amatius back already? Stupid N'wah. Good riddance when she finally drags her Imperial ass to a swift death in the marshes, along with any other s'wit foolish enough to go with her.

Lucius downed the rest of his drink and motioned for the barkeep to get him another. The Dunmer glared at him, as if he were expecting him to suddenly draw another sword and try to rob the place, but went off to refill the glass anyway. Lucius leaned back in his chair, thinking. He didn't have to enlist. He could simply try to make his way back to Cyrodiil, doing odd jobs here and there to make money. But then again... He had just exchanged his sword for a few glasses of rum. That would complicate matters. He could just take it back by force, which he estimated to be an easy task, but he didn't really want to make a scene. The Legion already knew who he was, so he didn't want to make the situation any worse.

Then another thought struck him. If he did get back to Cyrodiil, what would be waiting for him? Nothing but ashes. Kvatch was gone, after all, and he wasn't exactly on friendly terms with most of the city's town guards. He didn't have any family that he was aware of, not that he would have really cared either way. His company was gone, thanks to the Legion, and he had nowehere to go and no money to get him anywhere anyway. He didn't even have a sword to get into a fight with.

The bartender brought him another drink, which he drank more slowly than the first. This would probably be his last real drink for a long time, so he wanted to savor it while he could still make out the taste. A loud knock on the front door attracting his attention momentarily, but he just returned to his drink when he saw a woman walk in. Normally he'd be all for hitting on the nearest lady, but he was too busy thinking right then, something he didn't get much practice at.

He sighed loudly, leaning forward with his drink in both of his hands, staring at the contents of the glass. It just made the most sense to join the Legion on their merry little quest. He had no illusions of fame or fortune, he simply wanted a way out. And he figured that they would eventually be called back to somewhere else, right? Wars break out regularly in the Empire, after all. I could bear working for the bureaucratic scum if I could only get a little excitement. I bet the whole Black Marsh job won't last that long anyway. I mean, who in their right mind would want to stay in that barbaric place. It's not like the Empire can do anything if they decide to rebel anyway. No one lasts in that cesspit except the lizards that live in it.

With that thought, he downed the rest of the glass and motioned for yet another one. The bartender grudgingly obliged, and Lucius was content. He wondered how long the Dunmer's patience would last though, and how long it would take him to get kicked out. He had a very high tolerance for alcohol, after all, and it would take more than a few glasses for him to get well and truly drunk.

OOC:Sure, I guess that could work. It would make our posts considerably shorter if you waited for an answer at the end of every question but yeah, if you can already expect the answer well enough you can go ahead and let me fill in the blanks.

The air felt lighter. Aluna looked upwards, the rain drops stinging her face as they became less and less heavy. Villagers were already emerging from their homes as if they were never confined in the first place, walking about. Pelena seemed to attract the eyes of some though Aluna merely looked at her feet as she stepped through the mud with heavy steps. She always enjoyed the feel of soft earth beneath her feet.

Pelena commented on the prison. "That prison is still being maintained without the Imperial influence? I'm surprised. I thought the Argonians would just let it rot after we had left, or even go so far as to tear it down."

"Well, don't of us as a people full of angst for the empire. If I remember correctly , the empire were not the one's who built the prison. The toll on the prisoners are still breaking, even though the times they remain inside are short." Aluna kicked a rock through the mud. "We are not proud of our trouble makers."

"May I ask you how well prepared you think we are for our venture down that way? We will be acquiring a few more supplies in Gideon, namely the boats and construction supplies, but do you think that will be enough? Vilvan, that's the Dark Elf who was with me in the tavern, doesn't have much hope for our success."

Aluna gestured towards the tavern. "Well I brought with me some supplies. There'll be some Mandrake plants in the marsh, basically anything that grows in the Black Woods of Cyodiil grow in the marsh... But I had to go hunting in Colovia for extra Elf Cups. You see, these two ground into a paste-" Aluna began to racall the history of Alchemical properties on the spot. "And that makes a pretty quick cure for some diseases. If we run out of Elf Cups, we can still eat the Mandrakes if we had to, but that's slower. So I'd save those for when we really need them, there's many many Foxgloves and those mixed with water can really help hold off..." Aluna stopped. No one's ever let her drone on with Alchemy before. She looked up at Pelena just as she-

THUNK

Pelena slammed into the door, bringing laughs out of some nearby.

"Are you alri-"

The door was shut in her face as Pelena walked into the tavern. Aluna pushed the door lightly and stepped passed her. A red mark seen on her fore-head. Aluna grabbed her things, though before she did so, saw the Dunmer Vilvan watching a patron at the bar. She preffered not to speak, and retrieved her things silently to go back and sit with Pelena.

Pelena looked up when Aluna sat nearby, now realizing her former rudeness. She was still upset and did not offer an apology. "You have everything then? Good." She didn't even wait for the Argonian to respond before continuing. "I'll send for you when the time comes to depart. Until then, there are plenty of places to stay in Helnim Wall. One second." In a moment, Pelena was over by the counter, writing up a small note explaining that whoever possessed the document was entitled to stay a week at any inn of choice, free of charge, by the most honorable authority of the Imperial Legion. The Dunmer publican grunted, noting that she was using his parchment and ink. After she was done, he wrote his own note explaining that the establishment he was running was temporarily out of any spare rooms due to excess reservations of a party to arrive at a later date. He had it pinned to the wall before Pelena had even returned to the table where she had left Aluna waiting.

Vilvan hadn't yet noticed that Lady Amatius had returned. He watched as the nearby Imperial downed yet another helping of rum. I can't tell if he's doing some heavy thinking or if that is the effect of a drunken stupor that makes him look so contemplative. Watching for one glass more, he realized that the Imperial was holding down his drinks just fine. The man was somehow still sober. Deciding that there was nothing else of interest to see in the Imperial, he turned his attention away. He looked over his shoulder to see who had knocked a moment ago. Why had someone knocked? The place was obviously open, wasn't it? It was then that he realized the Argonian and Amatius were back. Pelena looked like she was in a sour mood, despite the weather taking a turn for the better. Was her excursion to the office really that bad? He slipped a few drakes onto the counter and downed the rest of his own drink, a small glass of shein that hadn't been satisfying in the least. The mer running this joint can't tell comberries from guar droppings. Nothing like the stuff in Vivec. Now *that's* a city worth visiting.

Indeed, Vilvan was quite tired of their stay in Helnim Wall. He probably would've found another assignment long ago if it wasn't for his loyalty to Lady Amatius and the fact that it might be his last post before they entered the terrible marshes. He sat down at the same table as the lady and invited the Argonian to take a seat alongside them. "Something up at the office?" he inquired, casually scratching his shoulder.

"I don't need company right now, Vilvan. I'd prefer some solitude so I can at least get my thoughts in order." Pelena rested her head against one hand.

"Suit yourself. Hey, miss!" He now addressed the Argonian."Would you care for a small tour of Helnim Wall?" Vilvan comically cocked his head as he waited for his reply. He looked like he didn't care either way. In fact, Vilvan was none too concerned with the new volunteer. He was just looking for an excuse for Pelena to be left alone.

OOC: Sorry for the late/short post. School just started for me, and I had a friend over today as well. I still intend to try and post at least once a day as long as there is any interest in this RP.

Aluna readjusted herself in her seat as Pelena spoke.

"You have everything then? Good." Aluna nodded. "I'll send for you when the time comes to depart. Until then, there are plenty of places to stay in Helnim Wall. One second."

Pelena stood up and walked briskly to the bar counter, picking up a quill and paper. She began to scribble down something onto the parchment. Aluna looked around the room and noticed the Dunmer, Vilvan, staring rather oddly at a patron of the bar. She didn't pay any attention to it. Aluna dug around in her bag, dropping the small sacks from her belt into it. She removed a book from the small pile inside. Flipping to a previously marked page, she began to study the effects of the local flora and fauna.

Pelena returned to the table and dropped the note in front of her. Aluna skimmed over it and stuffed it under her belt. Vilvan stood. Aluna adjusted herself once again. He sat next to her at the table.

"Something up at the office?" He scratched at himself absent mindedly.

"I don't need company right now, Vilvan. I'd prefer some solitude so I can at least get my thoughts in order." Pelena spoke coldly. She must've had a hard bump on the head.

Theram didn't seem to mind though, he turned to Aluna who avoided his gaze. "Suit yourself. Hey, miss!" Aluna pretended not to notice. "Would you care for a small tour of Helnim Wall?"

Aluna sat for a moment, looking from Vilvan to Pelena, to Vilvan, to Pelena. Pelena didn't all too pleased with herself or the present company so Aluna merely grumbled. "Uh yeah... sure." She waited for Vilvan to get up. Call it a bad habit, but she never let a Dunmer walk behind her.

Name: Maldrid Lujtym

Race: Imperial

Birthsign: The Shadow

Class: Rogue

Age: 23

Background: Maldrid has spent a good portion of his life wandering. He has had no real ties to any faction. His reasoning behind this has always been that if he was affiliated with anyone he'd experience an undue amount of attention from anyone opposing the one he decided to join. He does however aid anyone who cares to ask, which resulted in "him doing many odd jobs here and there" as he'd put it. Though at times he has gotten scorned by a few people that recognize him from a job he did for a rival faction (although very rarely).

Physical Description[in case of death][optional]: He has long black hair that reaches down to his shoulders and stands at around 5' 8". He has a goatee for a beard with stubble all around his cheeks. Maldrid has green eyes that have a calm yet serious look in them. When he's not wearing his armor he's often seen with simple travel-stained pants and shirt with leather boots. He almost always has a brown cloak on his back.

Personality[for "compatibility" issues][optional]: Maldrid has a calm and patient personality, saying that a level head will keep a person out of trouble. He is kind and sociable. If you get him started on a topic he's passionate about you can get him rambling on for a good long while.

Equipment Package[Choose One]:

2: Leather Cuirass, Steel Bow and 200 Iron Arrows, 1x Chameleon



IC:
Maldrid had enjoyed his travels in Morrowind. The landscape was unique to the area and there was a wide diversity of the types of environments that you'd find here. It was quite a site for an outlander. A term that he had become all to familiar with since he had first gotten there. Apparently some of the local dunmer weren't to fond of people from away. He'd also heard about the riots that have been taking place in this province. If it ever came to violence against another, Maldrid felt that he'd be prepared for whatever came to him. Still he liked to travel, despite the prejudices that he might encounter in different provinces and because of his tendency to travel cross-country he knew how to defend himself very well. If he really wanted to he could live in the wilderness, but that would take the fun out of his life. Traveling was simply too much fun and too much of an education for him to simply give it up. The one thing that would serve as roadblocks, however, was money.

Money could come easily some days, and others there could simply be not enough of it. Even though he didn't like to become affiliated too much with any faction, he still performed jobs for them despite the meager pay. Perhaps I could learn alchemy, Maldrid thought. He had heard from a few that it was a great way to earn money and that starting to learn to be an alchemist was fairly easy. Maldrid did know to take every rumor he heard with a grain of salt. More often than not it would get a man in trouble. Though they still could hold information that may one day prove invaluable. But you couldn't investigate these things for long without money of coarse, which was what he was running out of at this point in time.

Maldrid had set off for the nearest town after he had checked his purse and found it lacking coins. The nearest town happened to be the Imperial town of Helnim. Maldrid continued to walk leisurely towards the place and took the cowl of his cloak off of his head(he preferred to not own a horse because he found that he'd be able to enjoy his journey's a bit more and his body would be more physically fit.) He looked up towards the walls as he walked into the town. As he walked through he started to do some job hunting. Perhaps the Fighter's Guild needed something done for them or the Mage's Guild needed a particular ingredient that they were to lazy to collect. As he walked down a street he noticed a sign that was calling for anyone willing to do some fighting for the Empire. Maldrid read this form and considered if this would be worth it in the end. Then he concluded that he had nothing else better to do at the time and that he'd never been to Black Marsh. Maldrid then decided to go and sign up for this expedition and headed out for the census office. When he arrived Maldrid opened the door and walked inside, not knowing what to expect.

Vilvan stretched his arms and yawned. Hoping to be a gentlemer, he waited for the Argonian to rise first. An awkward moment passed where nobody moved. Pelena shifted uncomfortably. "Ahem, well then, I guess I'll lead the way." Vilvan rose and pushed his seat back under the table. "There's not too much too see here in Helnim Wall, but we do have at least a few sights." Vilvan briefly pondered what he actually meant by that. Helnim Wall was pretty bland by anyone's standards. Pehaps there is the wharf area, but that's marred by the slums. Same with the town mine. Bah, who would want to see that anyway. The wall itself? The guard outpost? It is what the town is named after. Might at least catch a glimpse of the whole town from the top. Sure, why not.

"There is a reason we call this place Helnim Wall. You've obviously noticed it's namesake on the way in, but as a Legion member I can show you the works. You can see the whole town just on morning patrols. This way."

Vilvan noticed the Argonian seemed agitated. Perhaps something had gone poorly at the office. "Hey, if Dilbor gave you any trouble, I know how to pull his strings. Fellow's too senile to even care. He's a good guy, but he isn't the brightest Breton around."

Vilvan smirked, deeply enjoying being able to share some information on what little power he did have.

"We won't be pestering him immediately, though."

Vilvan pushed open the door and stepped out into the fleeting sunlight, making sure to hold it wide for the lass. So I did end up becoming a tour guide for the Legion. Guess I shouldn't have been so sarcastic with those other outlanders. I always end up eating my words.

***

Dilbor was half-asleep in the office, despite having some fresh forms to fill. His younger assistant pushed him slightly. "Whasit? I weren't napping! There's never any time for that, nohow."

The door to the quaint building creaked on its hinges as it opened again. Dilbor was suddenly sitting up again, trying to make himself look busy. "Hello, shir! How can the Office of Censhush and Exschice help a gentleman like yourself today? You wouldn't happen to be another one of those Legion volunteers? Would you believe we had shomeone already shign up today?" The Breton smiled, showing off his scant and crooked teeth. His assistant smiled too, but one observing more closely could detect the falsehood of it. The man rolled his eyes when he was sure nobody was looking his way. Oh, brother. Probably some crook dealing with taxes. Look how unkempt he is. That's a disgrace to the Empire! Dilbor doesn't really think that we should be expecting another volunteer so soon. Not even he is that out of it. Not yet at least.

The dull flames on the candles lighting the office danced about, playing at the shadows and casting an eerie glow on the wet gums of the senior worker. He kept smiling as he waited for a reply.

Aluna stared at Vilvan with a blank stare, unblinking, unmoving. "Ahem, well then, I guess I'll lead the way." Vilvan stood and went for the door. "There's not too much too see here in Helnim Wall, but we do have at least a few sights." He gave Aluna an uneasy smile. Aluna stood up and pulled the rope of her bag over her shoulder and across her chest.

"There is a reason we call this place Helnim Wall. You've obviously noticed it's namesake on the way in, but as a Legion member I can show you the works. You can see the whole town just on morning patrols. This way." She stepped towards him, tilting her head downwards, fixing her stare upon him.\

Never trust a Dunmer he always said. They took mother, they'll take you. Never trust them. She leaned casually to one side.

"Hey, if Dilbor gave you any trouble, I know how to pull his strings. Fellow's too senile to even care. He's a good guy, but he isn't the brightest Breton around." He grinned as if he was about to laugh. Aluna always disliked the way the Dunmer always laughed at themselves. They always seemed to have this misguided belief that they were the life of the party. What a party this was.

"We won't be pestering him immediately, though."

"I hope not." Aluna said with a condescending tone "Really, just take me to wherever the local alchemist is. I need something." She held a Census and Excise coupon in front of Vilvan, before shoving it back into her book, which she held under her arm.