"Drink this potion, and verything you have forgotten shall come back to you."

Kenjatsu shrugged and looked back down at the potion in his hand. Well, fairwell tamrial.. Kenjatsu thought to himself as he uncorked the bottle. He raised it up to his mouth and took a sip..

"Taste like.." Kenjatsu began with a sour face, but his face soon changed. "Strawberries!" He said with a happy tone to his voice. He smiled a toothy smile but soon the smile quickly faded away. Kenjatsu soon fell off of the stool screaming. He repeatedly slammed his fist on the ground up to the point that they started to bleed.. "I'll kill you all!" Kenjatsu said with a wrathful voice. Soon tears began to stream down from his eyes and soon the Argonian was out cold..


OOC: Alright, now im definately going to write a fanfic about Kenjatsu soon!

"Perfect..." Marrow whispered. "Alright!" he shouted. He drew his knife and put it to Kenjatsu's neck. "If there is so much as a spark of Magika in here, the Argonian is dead!" He backed towards the basemant. "I just wnat a word with him! If anyone follows me, his head is off, you hear me! Stay back!!!"

Just then the door slammed open and a female argonian ran in, where she fell to the ground, crying hysterically. She looked like she had been running for a while.

"ARGHHHHHH!" Arnandre screamed with frustration. "You're not going to take any friend of mine without a fight, shorty!"
And with that, regardless of the Elf's warning, Arnandre cast a powerful Wizard's Fury spell him, breaking the bond between Marrow and the screaming Kenjatsu for just a second. Quickly, Arnandre began summoning up his restorative powers to calm the Argonian down.

Then he turned to the wailing Argonian who had just entered, and summoned Frostbite to assist her.

"You bring me again, my Lord? Very well, I shall help this mortal."

And with that, Frostbite picked up the Argonian and started using magical spells on her.

Although her breathing was calmed down, and the various minor injuries that you would get from running full-pelt in a swamp in pitch black were healed, she was still hysterical, and the only word she uttered was "Leyawiin!"

Meanwhile, deep in a prison in the Imperial City, various plot events suddenly reset, freeing Elithaule from his both literal and figurative prison.
Now he could be reintroduced into the story with out being stuck in a prison just because I put him there because I was annoyed.

Marrow was thrown back, but landed standing up. He flipped himself back over to the Argonian, landing a kick in the face of Frostbite. "Fadila ven," he whispered, then in a more known tounge, "I need to speak to you Kenjatsu. And I will."

Frostbite appeared stunned for a second, and took a large step back. Then, he issued an extremely loud, inhuman screech of which even Arnandre had to put his pink earmuffs on to resist, and began fighting the elf with all his might. Arnandre simply sighed.

"Frostbite, we don't need your temper tantrums right now. Your work is done, could you please return to Frostcrag?"

Frostbite glared at Arnandre, before disappearing with a poof.

Arnandre looked at the Argonian female.

"Leyawiin? You mean the Mythic Dawn have attacked already?"

Arnandre thought for a moment, then turned to Marrow.

"If you wish to speak to Kenjatsu, then you will speak to me as well." Arnandre commanded firmly.

"Then you shall follow me. This way. Bring the Argonian." Marrow rushed down the stairs to the basemant.

Kenjatsu finally openned his eyes but did not move. He looked around at everyone in the Inn but did nothing. He then remembered Marrow and the Potion he gave Kenjatsu. Kenjatsu felt like drawing his sword but was to tired to. One thing was sure though, the potion really did bring things that he had forgotten back to him, the only problem though was that the memories were those he wanted to forget and all those memories made him angry and sad and made him lose control. Then he felt that his hands were sore and felt wet, yet he was still to tired to look at his hands to see why they were sore and wet. Finally, he closed his eyes again. He was still tired and the memories that came back weakened him greatly, but he would quickly regain his strength soon, for now he needed to rest a little bit longer..

Link silently walks back into the inn. He hears voices down in the basemant, and decides to get involved. One of the voices he recognized.
Marrow! That Bastard!
Link snuck downstairs and hid behind a barrel of what smelt like ale. He silently drew his knife and waited.

OOC: Someone find him!

Leona frowned as she thought she saw a something move down the stairs out of the corner of her eye-not Marrow or Arandra though. Hmm...that can't be good.

"I'm following to." And without even knowing if he heard her Leona began to follow Marrow down the stairs.

Link saw someone coming towards the basemant stairs, and crouched down even lower.
What is with people these days?! He thought as he watched the figure move closer to the stairs.

OOC: This is Firenze96, something went wrong with my old account so I made this one.

Firenze got up from his bar stool, all he remembered was Kenjatsu, the Argonian, screaming after drinking something that Marrow bastard gave him, he then remembered the pair going down to the basemant, so he followed, after slipping a Phial of Invisibility down his throat.
Ugh, that tastes as bad as I remember...
He slowly stepped down the stairs, cautious not to trip on the rubble caused by the fallen Daedroth. Then he noticed a shadowy figure hiding behind a barrel of ale with a glinting dagger in his hand.
Don't you steal my kill assassin...

Kenjatsu openned his eyes once more. And finally regaining his strength, he went to move only to find out that he was strapped on a chair he sat on and that both hands were tied behind his back. Life's not fair, is it? Kenjatsu thought to himself with a frown..

Link saw some-one else climb down the stairs. He watched them drink a phial of some sort, make a disgusted face. Then disappear. He waited and heard footsteps near him. And saw a shadow. He froze completely, and after a moment. Got his dagger ready again. He watched and waited for what was about to happen.

Firenze carefully weaved in-and-out of the crowd to reach Kenjatsu, getting behind the chair, he couldn't see that bastard Marrow anywhere.
"Don't speak Argonian, I'm getting you out of here." He whispered, so quietly that the captive had to strain to hear him. Firenze lifted his leg and reached into his dark grey boot and produced a small daedric knife. He began working away at the ropes as by-standers looked confused at the Argonians binds. Suddenly the seemingly flimsy ropes snapped and Kenjatsu was free...

Leona frowned as she heard something snap and she turned her head to see what is was. She smiled as she realized her friend was free.

Now what though? If they fight Kenjatsu may not be the one who wins an less me or someone else helps. And I probably would not be much help.

Kenjatsu looked back at Firenze and nodded with thanks. He looked around to see if Marrow was nearby but could not find him.. Luckily, Kenjatsu still had his sword and would gladly use it if he must..

OOC: sorry about the delay guys, a bit of account trouble

IC: Marrow walked down the road towards the forest. He looked back at the warm, inviting inn. He had not found what he had come for. At least his promise was completed. "Well!" he laughed,"I still got some in me!" He sprinted into the night.

OOC: Don't worry, Marrows part is not played quite yet.

Firenze's acute ears pricked up and he heard the door open then slam, then leather booted stomping fading into the distance.
"Great!" He announced "Marrow's gone...who's up for a drinking game!" He asked, almost cheerily...

OOC: Is anyone going to replyyyy?

Marrow crouched below the window of the inn, and summoned his arrows and bow to his hand again. He peeked above the edge to see what they were doing. The dirty half breed Firenze was drunk already.
"Oh they will see what happens to them. Kenjatsu will know who I am...."
He crawled to an over hang and climbed to the top of the building. He swirled his arms and his knife turned a flaming red. He sliced through the edges of the roof, and stomped down. The roof caved in, and fell upon the inn's patrons. Marrow landed in a crouch. He raised his boot and planted a kick in the gut of Firenze.
"I don't care if some half blooded, stuck up, dirty, half drunk son of a [censored] gets in my way. I will get Kenjatsu! And even if I don't, he'll die by sunrise anyway! I am Marrow the necromancer, and he will be my slave!"

OOC: It's ok to kill him now

OOC: Sorry it took long. I got a rather strange rumor from Lucian Lachance, wonder if he created this one as well? I'll post in later on today. I was laughing so hard that i ended up caughing!

Kenjatsu looked over at Marrow and drew his sword. First the Mythic Dawn, now a Necromacer! What next? Dark Brotherhood? Kenjatsu thought to himself. He then pointed his sword at Marrow "Why do you seek my body? The only thing special about me is my blue scales, nothing more." Kenjatsu said.

This place is nuts! Once the trouble is gone, more comes to replace it!

Leona's claws became unsheafed again as Marrow seemed to be attacking. although she doubted she could win a fight due to the fact her only weapons are her own claws and that she was wearing a robe, not armor.

The khajiit frowned as Kenjatsu spoke.

I would like to know that to. Why does Marrow want him? He seems perfectly normal to me.. An less he has a secret as well? Hmm...