Kenjatsu quickly turned his head to see where the lightnight bolt had came from and saw Arnandre. "Good timing, Arnandre!" Kenjatsu said with a smile. He then turned his attention back to the Dark Elf and snarled. "He did work for the Mythic Dawn! He was talking to a Breton all in red robes and they said something about Weynon Priory and Layawiin." Kenjatsu said, bearing his teeth..

Leona soon appeared in the scene.

"Nice shot!" She told Arnandre as she saw him shoot a lightning bolt at the one from the Mythic Dawn.

Once again the door slammed open and a cloaked figure strolled in.
"Who's using lightning without me?" He chuckled as he walked through the small crowd of disorientated people and slammed down a small sack of Septims on the counter and looked at Andreas.
"I think I'll have a Cyrodiilic Brandy please! And chop chop!" He said pulling his hood from his gleaming, white hair and odd features on the top of his head, ears, feline ears but only small.
"Do not let my appearance unnerve you, I'm an Akaviri, rather foreign to this land, but I deserve my drink just like anyone else in this fine inn." He said, baring his sharp, protruding canines. He turned and leant back on the bar and looked across the room.

"What do you think we should do with him?" Kenjatsu said, looking back at Arnandre and Leona. Then he heard the door slam open. I hope that isn't another agent.. Kenjatsu thought to himself.

The Wood Elf lay there, oblivious to the events occuring around him. He was smiling to himself, knowing his life's mission was complete. A few regrets troubled him, and death was none to pleasent, but he knew he was fufilled. Then he felt the scaley hands lift him off his stomach and pour the cool liquid into his throat. He felt relief from his pain almost immediatley, and was soon lifting himself off the ground and to his feet. He saw the dead Mythic Dawn agent and snickered, "Ah, the things I have missed!" Brushing off dried blood from his tunic and face, he turned to the Argonian, "Well hello Kenjatsu. It is wonderful to meet you in person at last!"

Kenjatsu looked back at the Wood elf and smiled. "Greetings! So the potion i gave you did work?" Kenjatsu said with a thankful tone. He looked back at the potion the wood elf brought him and picked it up. "Thank you, marshfriend." Kenjatsu said looking back at the wood elf and gave him a bow. "As you can see, we had a problem with a Mythic Dawn agent. Thanks to Arnandre here.." Kenjatsu looked at Arnandre. "We would probably be dead." Kenjatsu looked back at the Mythic Dawn agent, still unsure if he is still alive or not..

Although the Breton said he was going to Leyawiin, he in reality was heading around the front of the inn, for he had heard someone listening in close by.
But first he ran to the road and cast a firebolt into the sky, where it hovered above the Dragon Inn for a few seconds before vanishing suddenly in the darkness. A signal.
He sat down for a moment beneath the trees, changing from his Mythic Dawn Robes into a cloak of silver grey, that hid his features well. He then headed towards the front door of the inn, slipping in beside a cloaked figure who conveniently had chosen that moment to appear.
No-one noticed him enter. They were too distracted by a lightning bolt that had just appeared above, to notice the Breton sneaking in behind the strange Akaviri.
He crept over near the stairs and observed the situation, his face twisting in malice.
Used to creeping about, it was incredibly easily to get up the stairs without them noticing.
Suddenly Kenjatsu found a dagger against his scaly neck.
"Move and you die," the Breton whispered softly. "If any of you are foolish enough to try and rescue this one, it result in his death. This dagger is poisoned, so even if the cut is somehow shallow, he will die within a minute. The poison cannot be cured. You may have killed Sintathran, or he may be unconscious. Either way, I assure you, he will never truly die. But you will. You have put yourself in deep business this time. Surely you realise who you stand up against? Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric Prince of Destruction!" He said, his voice getting louder at the end.
"So I suggest you do as I say."

OOC: Preferably don't resolve this too quickly...
I took to long to post it, damn it.

Leona's ears gave a small twitch beneath her hood but she stopped it from falling.

I heard something just a moment ago but it's gone now or...

Suddenly a dagger was at Kenjatsu's neck and there was an angry Mythic Dawn member threatening them.

Although her claws where unsheafed but she did not attack. The Mythic Dawn had likely killed before and would not hesitate to kill Kenjatsu.

Great just great! How are we going to get out of this? The best thing to do would be to call for help but then Kenjatsu's doomed...or is he? Hmm...

"You there", the Breton said, pointing at Arnandre.
"See if Sintathran is alive! If he is, then revive him somehow!"

A newcomer stormed into the Inn. Flinging the doors wide open as he entered. His Mythic Dawn robes flung out behind him just as a crack of lightning lit up the sky. He was a young Dark Elf with horrible red eyes and a self satisfied smirk across his face. His hood was pulled down over his face, in a traditional fashion. He also held a daedric longsword in his right hand, his left glowing with magic. He had seen the signal and was there to assist his Mythic Dawn brother at whatever the cost.

Arnandre sighed.

"Bother. Theres always a rotten chump everywhere you go. Heel, Heedly!" he warned suddenly, as the Headless Zombie had begun to slowly advance.

"Behave yourself. Even if these people are evil, we don't attack them right away!"

Arnandre turned back to the Breton.

"Fine. I'll check if your little chum is alive."

Arnandre stormed over to the Dark Elf, with the attitude of a toddler that was denied a packet of sweets. Still huffing, he checked the Dark Elf's pulse, then stood back up again.

"Alive." he deadpanned, casting a ray of blue light that quickly revived the Elf.

Unfortunately, Heedly, who had been taking advantage of the fact nobody was looking at him, had been advancing on the Breton captor, and took a playful swipe at him.

"HEEDLY! NOOOOOOO!" shouted Arnandre.

"God! Another freaking Mythic Dawn attack!" The Akaviri yelled over the commotion as he drew his dual elven shortswords. "I am Lord Firenze! The last of my race! Harm anyone and I will send you to hell where you belong, and no 'Paradise' will await you there.!" His blades suddenlybuzzed with fluorescent blue energy, hitting every metal object in the room. A long spark hit the dagger held by the Mythic Dawn agent but he didn't drop his weapon, he just scowled even more.
Lord Firenze hissed with rage and took a defensive stance, taking in his surroundings, looking for anything that might help him in the expected fight.

"You fool.." Kenjatsu growled under his breath as the Mythic Dawn agent held the poisonous dagger on his throat. Why is it always me? Kenjatsu growled to himself..

Kenjatsu slowly moved his hand close to his sword to stab the agent that held the dagger but then spotted the headless zombie moving closer and closer..

Kenjatsu, who was afraid of zombies, held his hand up and cast a paralyze spell on the zombie before it was able to swipe.. As the zombie flumped down onto the floor paralyzed, Kenjatsu thought of an idea.. If i can move slowly enough i could paralyze this foolish Mythic Dawn Agent.. Kenjatsu thought to himself..


OOC: Sorry about paralyzing your zombie, Parapsam. that isn't godmodding or whatever it's called, is it?

OOC: No, tis fine. The mods arn't gonna get you in your sleep!

IC:

Arnandre sighed in relief as Heedly fell over, and eventually de-summoned.

"Phew, close one." He said. With the Breton captor looking at the downed Zombie, Arnandre saw his chance and cast a very weak Paralyze on the Mythic Dawn member which loosened his grip, giving Kenjatsu the escape chance he needed.

"Mwahahahahaha! Arnandre's too fast, too fast..." he said mockingly, before he once again enveloped himself in red smoke. After it cleared, Arnandre could be seen wearing an Order Priest Hood, Wrist Irons, a Spelldrinker Amulet, a Ring of Wizardry, a Mundane Ring, and what seemed to be the Emperor's Robes and Shoes, but Arnandre had actually magickally tailored them himself - Arnandre was now one of the Arch-Mages, and he wanted to look the part of 'Lord of Magicka'. His new clothes were heavily enchanted - The hood with Night-Eye, Wrist Irons with Feather, Robes with Water Breathing, and Shoes with Water Walking. With his unique hood-mask and robes, anybody might have mistaken him for some kind of Daedric king.

"Sorry, just got telepathic word from my Imps that my Emperor's clothing copy has been completed! Couldn't resist trying it on" Arnandre said gleefully whilst flouncing about, something pretty much nobody wearing such a demonic hood-mask would ever do. Whilst spinning, one could see that he still had his Mage's Staff of Paralysis on his back, as well as the Glass Dagger sheathed at his robed waist.

Suddenly, he heard angry shouts downstairs. Arnandre raised his head.

"Lord Firenze! Goodness me, how long has it BEEN!"

Arnandre ran downstairs, leaving Kenjatsu and Leona with the furious Breton.

"Firenze! How long has it been, again?" Arnandre said, happily firing off lightning bolts at the Mythic Dawn member.

"Oh...my...goodness!" Yelled the Lord, ducking under a hastily fired bold from Arnandre. "Twelve years, at least!" He yelled over the buzz of the spells and his blades. Firenze sheathed one of his blades and shook Arnandre's hand, giving him a small shock, just like old times.
"Ow, ahaha!" Laughed the Breton.
"Nice clothes my Breton firend, said Firenze, "You know how I felt about those zombies though. Can I offer you a bottle of Brandy?" The pair sat down, chinked glasses and both took long gulps.
"So, what brings you back..?" Asked the Akaviri...

Kenjatsu escaped the Mythic Dawn agents grasp and grabbed the dagger in the agents hand and held both the dagger and his sword up to the agents throat. Revenge! Kenjatsu thought to himself with another toothy grin. He watched Arnandre run downstairs and wondered what was going on.. He looked back at Leona and said "What should we do with this one? Quickly, the paralyze spell Arnandre cast on him wont stay on for long."

OOC: Stealing someone else' weapon isn't a no-no is it?

Leona frowned. "If he lives he will only cause more trouble-for us or other people."

The Wood Elf stood and watched the action unfold, overjoyed that his part was done, and that his life was fufilled. As the Breton's knife was taken away from Kenjatsu's neck, he ran to the Argonian, hardily shaking his hand and clapping his back. He stated, "I am so excited to finally meet you Kenjatsu, the pleasure is mine!" He took his dagger and stabbed it into the Breton. "Oh! Did I do that? Nothing less than he deserves. Do not worry, it shall only put him to sleep. I'm sure you can dispose of him before he wakes up."
OOC: As he said, the knife does no more harm to him than sleep gas. A little cut is ok, right?

OOC: Kinda scared me at first when i read "He took the dagger and stabbed it into the Breton." Sure, i think it's ok. Im still new to this RP-ing stuff so im not sure what is ok and what is a no-go.

IC: "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, but.." Kenjatsu began with a smile, but then his smile soon turned into a frown. "Who are you? And why did you wish to meet me? I am not an.. Importent person." Kenjatsu said. Unknown to those inside the Inn, Kenjatsu has taken many innocent lives. Was it because of his blue scales and eyes that Kenjatsu was so importent? or was it something else?


OOC: hmm, think i might write a fanfic about Kenjatsu soon..

OOC: Yeah it's ok. lol I was about to make the Dark Elf suddenly fall in love with you. But that would have ruined the story. Anyway...

IC: The Dark Elf stood too his feet, rage etched in every inch of his features.
"You fools! Mehrunes Dagon will return to Tamriel, and then where will you be? You will fall down at his feet and beg for mercy! And I, I will rule over Tamriel...no, Nirn, with my brothers and sisters!"
His arm outstretched, and soon he was enveloped in Mythic Dawn armour, and a Daedroth stood tall, summoned. Its claws went up, ready to attack Leona...
The Dark Elf fled down the stairs, pulling the unconscious Breton behind him.
And then he saw another Mythic Dawn agent who had answered the signal.
"What do we do?", he asked the agent.

Meanwhile, in all the chaos, Arnandre and Firenze were still sharing their drink, completely ignoring the invasion of Mythic Dawn agents.

"Oh, one tires of a certain realm after a while. I may try to find a gateway to Moonshadow soon, be a grand exploration..."

Arnandre trailed off, and looked behind him to see a summoned Daedroth.

"Ah! A Daedroth! Originally served the prince Molag Bal, but have since spread to other realms in the service of other Princes. Mehrunes Dagon now makes quite large use of the things." Arnandre said excitably, ducking to avoid the Daedroth's claw smashing into him.

Taking in the sight of the two agents running towards him, Draker, the mythic dawn agent, gestured to the door. "Through here!" He yelled. He turned back to the inn and it's occupants.
"No one will follow us..or else..." He said looking around the inn. Suddenly he spotted Laurana sitting frozen behind her table, wide eyed. Grabbing her, he turned to the customers. Draker put a knife to her throat as she emmitted a faint sqeak. "I'll kill the girl!" He shouted. A flame appeared suddenly on his hand and he hurled it at the stairway, hoping to keep whoever was up there at bay. Draker slowly backed towards the door, his wild eyes daring anyone to attack.

Sindathran (the elf), dragged the unconscious Breton to the door, delighted that his signal had lured the agent in the area to the inn. For a moment he had thought he was dead...

"You still know your stuff Arnandre!" Firenze yelled ducking under another swipe from the beast, he soon nwas right next to it with his hand on its chest. The daedroth looked puzzled, but then Firenze's hand pusled with electricity and pushed the daedroth across the room, sending it crashing into the basemant area, semingly unconscious.

OOC: Sorry if that's a bit of godmodding Riveon, it can attack me if you want.

"Well that takes care of that!" Firenze shouted to everyone, as if they hadn't already noticed. He then cast a spell on himself and a grey haze covered him. At first the inhabitants thought he had teleported, but soon the haze cleared and the Akaviri was standing tall in full grey battle gear, with gold trim and blood red F's emblazoned at random places on the armour. Firenze once again unsheathed his swords and his eyes glowed a much brighter shade of yellow, almost white. He charged. Being the foolish 30 year old he was, he didn't think the situation through and dived at the agent named Draker...

Kenjatsu quickly grabbed Leona's hand and lept through the fire and down the stairs. He then saw the one of the agents backing up against the door with Laurana. Kenjatsu drew his sword and pointed it at Draker and Sindathran. "Leave the bard and we will let you leave, quitely. If not i shall tear you to shreds and let my horse drag you through the dirt!" Kenjatsu said with a venomous voice. Then he saw Firenze charge at Draker..