"New friends ey?" Jet smirked as he took his shades and placed them back on his face with one hand. "So you've out grown the old crowd back at the city? tut tut, don't forget the people who made you who you are." he said smugly. "As you just said, you wouldn't be here dressed all smart in a bit castle if it weren't for me, you might say... you owe me." Jet chuckled as he stuck his tongue out slyly. "How bout that pale Khajiiti chick, she got any cute friends?"

Jet wasn't taking this seriously at all, life was a game to him and he thought you might as well enjoy it while you can.

Maybe i'm being a bit harsh on him, but he really needs to lighten up, the little dude's gonna explode if he doesnt let off some steam. He thought to himself as his ever smug face stayed grinning as always. Hang on, what did he just say about skoo...

"Oi! that was uncalled for... You know i never get that high... well maybe that one instance... and that other time with... and... oh.... nevermind."

'Yeah, I've grown alot.' Adeth chuckled. 'Though I dont owe you a thing, wasn't you who caused my growth. I could've grown anyway. Earlier too, I think.' He said in a thoughtful tone but somehow it sounded a bit sad. He might have met Selene a bit earlier. He missed her. 'And I dont think you should go after Karst, or her friends. She'd either kick you in the nuts or eat you for breakfast.' He said with a grin and then looked at the man. He still had that stupid grin on his face.

'You didn't make me. They did and two more than others.' Adeth corrected in a serious tone accompanied by a glare. 'I could've gone to the thieves guild if you hadn't done what you did.' The heat came back to his voice, but like before it was melancholic. 'It's you who owes me. For putting me in trouble and through oblivion. You dont know what's it like in there. Though I do hope you will, soon. The blades will have to know of you.' Adeth said it as if stating a fact. He would have to tell them anyway. 'But I could forget how you got here if you'd keep your mouth shut about what happened and what I was at that time.' He lied fluently and straight through his teeth so to speak.

Tim nodded, "Oh ma'am! That'd be great! An archer, eh?! I could be all, in the trees, the silent hero!" He said happily as he beamed at 'Meline'. "Is there anything I can do for you until then? Like.. Carry your bags or something?" He asked her, he felt a rather large need to help the woman with whatever he could, he had never been given such kindness by anyone, even all the times people were kind to get to him, no one had ever gone so far as this woman.

He looked up at 'Meline' and thought about just how far he would go for her.

"Aha! i see so they don't know who you really are am i right? Ohoho... and what's this? Blackmail Adeth you've still got it!" Jet jested with a big cheesy grin and a thumbs up. "Fine if you really dont want me to let them know then i won't, as long as i can tag along with you and your buddies a bit, i loove meeting new people... Mwhaha..." He cackled in an overly acted manner, almost purposely looking embarressing.

I still have no idea what these Blades are that he keeps saying... oh well.

Jet pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to where he dropped his staff, bending down to pick it up he began whistling before standing up again and twirling his huge pole around with his fingers. Can't wait to show off my combat skills. He casually thought right before hitting his staff on a weapon rack accidentally, sending the swords there clanging to the floor with a ruckus.

Jet recoiled and froze, gritting his teeth with embarressment. "Oops..."

'Now you've done it.'

Adeth chuckled. 'They know Im a thief.' He remarked. 'Also, I wasn't exactly blackmailing.' With that said Adeth lifted Jet up by his collar in a harsh manner. 'You may come with us. I think it will do you good to see the horrors of oblivion.' He told the man quite mischievously, a bit like the good old times.

Adeth dragged the man out by his collar and came to the main hall and saw Veyar there. Adeth let go of the man but instead started pushing the man forward towards Veyar. 'Could you go fetch the Blades? This man...' Adeth pointed at Jet, 'Apparently followed you and Karst here.' Adeth stated. He wanted to atleast give the man some uncomfortabliness. 'I think he's suspicious.'

OOC: i should probably note that Jet has a deep mumbley voice that is often too low to be heard over other sounds and doesnt usually raise his voice. just incase your imagining a pre-puberty voice, also as he is based on me, and i have a bad accent, he often drops letters from his words unless he's purposely trying to speak properly... eg. Butter becomes Buh'uh.... damn Northampton/English scum i am...


Bent over, Jet almost screamed as he was dragged toppling by the small boy, trying desperatly to keep hold of his hat and staff he didn't know where the hell he was being taken although in his head he imagined Adeth literally chucking him off the mountain and into an oblivion gate. The thought made him chuckle as he helplessly ragdolled himself behind Adeth until he was suddenly swung forth and into the stare of a mean looking Dunmer, with strangely familiar armor.

As Adeth let go, and ordered for him to be repremanded he panicked looking round at all diverse assortment of armed people in the room. (OOC: not sure who is in the main hall and who is not)

"Wha'?! Hey no thats not what it was like!" He snapped back at Adeth "Wha's up with this 'ey?"

Heart pounding from the vigorous excercise that was being dragged he turns back to the eyes now upon him.

"Come on we can work this out, i'm sure we can come to some arrangement..."

It was with a certain level of discomfort that Valeria continued her forward trek through County Bruma, working her way along the snow covered road. Her journey through the frigid northern climate had been going for some time by that point, and as a result had left the silver plates of her armour with an icy sting, one she remembered every time her skin grazed the inside of the armour. Overall, however, it was little more than a minor inconvenience, and she continued on, undaunted.

It wasn't long after that she neared her destination, the city gates visible ahead of her. Pausing a moment, Valeria marvelled in the beauty of the locale; the proud, tall walled city, nestled amongt the majestic, snow capped peaks that encircled it. When compated to the rest of Cyrodiil, she supposed that Bruma had an almost exotic quality to it, one which she found she rather liked. With a quick final glance, she worked her way to the gates.

"Ma'am?" one of the guards stationed outside asked, nodding his head as she approached. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes, I believe there is," Valeria replied courteously. "I understand that there is some manner of mercenary group currently within Bruma? One that is working alongside the Blades against the Daedric invasion?"

The guard gave a solemn nod in reply. "Yeah, that about sums it up. You should speak with Captain Burd, if you're interested. I figure if they're heading up against the Daedra, they could use any help they can get." The guard motioned to the gate behind him. "He's inside. Here, I'll let you in."

"Thank you," Valeria replied, giving a quick nod of respect for the guard. "Gods bless you." And with that, she made her way through the opened gate, and into the city of Bruma.

He laughed lightly "yeah, Bitten. Nasty when its done by cousins. Senche kittens have a real bite to them." he chuckled alittle. "Hmm...I smell someone else thats new as well. And cooking.." he purred feeling highly hungry to them.

After Lucifer left and Karst bid him farewell, Veyar spoke up softly. "I don't like him. I don't trust him not to try anything. I believe him when he says he's here to help, but it's only because right now that's in his best interest. The moment it becomes more in his best interest to betray us, he'll do it without a second thought. That's how these Daedra work. They don't care what they have to do to mortals to get what they want."

Karst looked over at him, listening as he talked. She swallowed some food and washed it down with another couple gulps of alcohol, then held her hand up a little in front of her face and wiggled her fingers. Some bits of her extremities were starting to lose feeling and, smiling, she realized she was edging towards getting inebriated. I haven't had that much, have I? Looking down into her tankard, she saw that she'd drained all but a small portion of the drink. Apparently, she'd been drinking faster than she thought she had. I haven't been drunk without being depressed in a long time.. Now all I need is some skooma and a good spot to lie down and relax. Karst thought, then looked over at Veyar and nudged him with her shoulder as he finished.

"Oh, stop it. You act like they're all just mindless animals. If you saw them how I see them, you'd appreciate them." Karst said in a 'so, there' kind of tone. She took another bite, then looked back over. "Except for Clannfear. They are just animals." She added with her mouth full. Karstine finished her food off, belched and giggled stupidly, then drained the last of her sujamma and leaned over on the table, an eye glancing at the Dunmer beside her and tapping her empty drink with one claw and giving her usual half-grin. "Got any more? I'm only about.. ehh.. a third of the way drunk."

As she lay there, rapping her fingers on the ceramic, Adeth came in with a rather oddly dressed man and shoved him roughly in their general direction. "Could you go fetch the Blades? This man.." Adeth pointed at the man, who looked utterly confused, "Apparently followed you and Karst here. I think he's suspicious."

Apparently, he was addressing Veyar, but Karst's ears pricked up as she listened despite. The tall, lanky man looked frightened now.

"Wha'?! Hey no that's not what it was like! Wha's up with this 'ey?" His accent was strange, but Karst thought it was kinda neat. She stood up to go say hello, in any case. If she had a stalker, she was gonna make him think twice about carrying on with his stalking. The man looked over to her and Veyar before speaking again. "Come on we can work this out, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.."

The little feline looked up at him and grinned obnoxiously, leaning over on Veyar. "Aww, look, dear, we've got our own little stalker. He's so cute. Can we keep 'im? I'll feed 'im and walk him every day, I promise!" Karst giggled in Veyar's ear and met Jet's eyes, "Whaddaya say? You wanna be our personal bitch for all eternity?"
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At her words, Mel again watched Tim grow happy at her suggestion. It gave her a form of happiness she had rarely known, the kind one attains from the aiding of those in need. "Oh ma'am! That'd be great! An archer, eh?! I could be all, in the trees, the silent hero!" Tim beamed at her, and the mixedbred mer couldn't have kept from smiling to save her life. "Is there anything I can do for you until then? Like.. Carry your bags or something?"

Though unsure what really to tell him, Melanarde gave another light, mirthful laugh. "Well, I doubt it'd be appropriate to have a future hero carrying bags about, would it? Besides, I travel light. Everything I have with me is either in my pack or on my person." The Altmer set a hand to her chin for a moment, then gave a slight grin and reached into her pocket, producing a handful of about fifteen gold, the last of her spare money that she had on her. Reaching out and taking his hand, she set the coins in it, closing his fingers around the money and patting his hand. "Go put your shirt back on and treat yourself to something. I'm not sure how old you are -I was never good at guessing human ages- but you look about old enough to drink if you wanted to. They've got good rum and ale here. I'm sorry to just leave ya like this, but.. I've got to tend to some business. You can go back to our room and go to sleep, too, and just pocket that for later, but.." Mel shrugged and patted Tim on the shoulder. "You just relax and enjoy yourself, however you want to go about it. I'll be back in a bit. Unless there's anything you need in particular?"

Veyar arched a brow slightly. "I don't really have much more," He replied to Karst, "Beside that, you don't really want to get drunk on this stuff. Helluva hangover." The Dunmer chuckled, poking Karst in the ribs, "And *you* need to go visit Morrowind sometime. It'll give you a big change in your perspective on Daedra and all that. Hell, I've probably slain that Seducer at some point in the past. Dunmer seem to enjoy conjuring Daedra. It isn't that I think they're beasts... it's just that they're so damned irritating. You have to deal with as many Daedra as I have, and you learn to dislike 'em."

"Oh, I could tell you stories." Veyar continued, "Stories about people like you who think the Daedra'll be all nice and hunkydory to them, then they conjure one and it either messes up their life, wrecks the house and locks them in the closet, or outright slays them. You gotta be careful with that lot." The Dunmer's half smirk showed that he was joking, but in reality he wasn't. Let her think I'm over exaggerating. She doesn't need to know that ninety percent of conjurations seem to work out that way, somehow.

Adeth walked in, interrupting Veyar as he was about to say something else, and with him was a particularly lanky and odd-looking man. Veyar listened as Adeth described the fellow and his 'activities'. The Armiger agreed with Adeth in his assessment. The man does seem a bit suspicious. Veyar thought, his crimson eyes studying the fellow intently.

Karst, however, being partially drunk decided to take the whole thing in stride. Whereas Veyar was ready to question the man as to exactly why he had followed him and Karst (a fine-able crime in Morrowind!), Karst seemed content to joke around about the situation. Veyar smirked, deciding to join in on the fun.

"Aye, sounds like a good idea to me, Karst. We do take slaves back home in Morrowind, after all." He began, looking over the man appraisingly. Damn, he's thin. Could probably break that one with two fingers. "I've been looking for another slave to wash my undergarments for me. He's got no meat on his bones, but I think he'll do nicely." Veyar grinned a toothy grin, "That is, unless you have the four thousand septims to pay the fine for stalking an officer of the law?" Veyar grinned, crossing his arms.

Tim shook his head and kept smiling, "Oh no ma'am, i've never needed anything in particular, even now. I think i'll go and buy a pint! Maybe even 2!" He stated, he turned around to head towards the pub but stopped at the stairs, he turned to face Meline and his smile took a serious note, "Thanks again, for everything." he said before rushing down towards the tavern where; to Olav's surprise he ordered a pint of their finest ale.

Olav raised an eyebrow, "I do hope you didn' kill anyone for this pint." he warned as he handed it to Tim and looked at the gold suspiciously. He knew that Tim was extremely poor, and had often had to chase him out of his pub. Tim grinned, "Oh mr olav! You are now looking at a hero!" Tim said proudly as he sipped the strange ale. He didn't like the taste, but it felt good to be normal and drink like a normal person.

Olav mearly chuckled and walked away to give someone another order.

"They were probably thinking of exactly what's happening. Though I bet Iris and Karst were laughing inside at seeing me with any manner of woman." Vivian replied, leaning back in his chair and looking at the flickering fire of the candle.

"But... It's not the reason for my worry. It;s..." He stopped, inhaling, before exhaling and looking her square in the eye. "It's what you are that worries me."
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Iris pulled the screen door open and closed it behind her, freezing as the male seducer passed by. She watched him go, ruby eyes admiring him, and something longing within her. Her current thoughts had been along those lines of longing, and the Seducer's charm did not dull them; rather, they had been manipulated and focused into something more. She almost followed him, but stopped.

Mission, Iris. Mission. She turned away, her free-falling raven hair swirling from the action. It was no longer braided, but instead cascading down her shoulders and onto her back. She'd changed into her job outfit. Hard boiled leather bodice and soft silky black skirt, giving her complete freedom of movement but no protection from the cold. But that's why she wore an amulet around her neck.

It was not a flashy amulet, just one she'd found in one of the dresser drawers. Now the gem, once dull, gleamed with inner magic. A little trick she'd learned in the Mage's Guild in her youth, the enchantment wasn't technically an enchantment at all. It was temporary; by dawn the magic she'd infused in the amulet would dissipate, as it now currently trickled from the amulet. An unbelievably weak flame spell, sending invisible heat across her flesh in periodic waves that her strong skin withstood easily. it would keep her warm for the night's activities, and she wouldn't have to focus constantly to maintain it.

But its creation did leave her with less initial magicka to begin the mission.

She took the side route out to the front of the Temple, and so missed the fiasco with Adeth and his 'friend'. Instead, she walked right outside to find Viuven waiting at the front porch. Currently, he was the only one out there, so Iris came up and leaned one hip on the pillar, regarding him. "Punctuality, eagerness, one of the two. Both are good in their own ways. Didn't expect Adeth to be here yet though... Paulus shoulda been though."

Adeth knew he had interrupted something since Karst was back with Veyar and were obviously having dinner. But he didn't feel bad about it since Karst seemed to be a quite cheery mood.

'Shut it.' Adeth told harshly to Jet as the man started to act up innocently. Adeth turned to Veyar and Karst. He actually smiled at her drunken words about slavery. Then he joined Veyar in grinning for the idea of a personal slave. 'Maybe we should indeed keep him as a slave. He might gain some muscle and fat on our journey through oblivion and back. Besides, a slave couldn't make the life of a hero any worse.' He remarked with a grin.

'I'd rather have you as a slave than have you pay with stolen money.' Adeth told Jet and chuckled. 'Nah I actually think he's too thin to be a good slave. If we had him carry all our stuff he might break under the weight of armors and camping gear. He might even eat all our food.'

(crap post)

Jet didn't know whether to beleive the 3 around him or whether they were just joking, the one Adeth named Karst asking him to be her slave actually made Jet grin and a little turned on at the idea but the reality of it was shot in his face when Veyar and Adeth agreed on it.

"Wha'?!!!?! It's wrong to keep slaves, thats why the ban was actioned." He calmly spoke, trying to sound intellectual and reasoned.

Adeth made a smart mouth comment about stolen money at which Jet glared toward him for as if to say Pot, Kettle... Black.

"Well if its a fine i must pay i may be able to make a trade... let's see..." He said as he swung his backpack round and knelt on the floor to open it.


Arrhhh.... Adeth you'll pay for this... now now... what to do...



OOC: Lame with a capital Fail....

OOC: Inspiration is hard to find these days. I had to get some from a friggin Black Market...

IC: Teegus' attention was focused on the Imperial in the corner, then onto the Khajiit, who continually splashed cold water on the Imperial's face to wake him up. ''That's a nice way to drown him, you know...'' Teegus said blandly, before hearing the Breton say, "However long you've been here I suppose. Not very long. We could wake him up, if you wish. I'm Gregory Rolston, Mage's Guild by the way. I think I've given my name out to more people today than I have all month" In response to hi previous question.

The Argonian looked over at the man, ''Nice to meet you I suppose'' he said then walked over to him, and stuck out his hand, ''Teegus Narrune, Mercenary...'' when they shook, Teegus turned his attention back onto the Imperial, he seemed to be coming out of the woods, and would soon wake up.

Teegus smirked to himself, There's going to be hell to pay....., he then slowly moved and sat down in a chair, near the Imperial, and watched him suspiciously.

OOC: Crappy post from a Crappy Inspiration...

ooc: It's the Crap Post Trilogy!

And yeah, black market inspiration is never any good..

ic: Watching Tim go, Melanarde felt like a proud mother, watching her kid go off to school for the first time. She didn't know why, after all she'd just met the kid, but the elf felt connected to the human child somehow. I've never had a sidekick before. She laughed in her head. I just hope we really can find him an archery trainer around here.. The locals seem more into axes than bow.

Shrugging, the elven mercenary opened the door and walked back inside in time to see the Imperial waking up. Xerxes had poured water on him, but it didn't seem to be doing much, so she walked over and jabbed him roughly in the ribs with her boiled leather boot. "Wake up and talk." She commanded him, "Or the next place I kick you will be further south."
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Karst had fully expected a thwack on the side of the head or a glare for her commentary, but instead Veyar played along with it.

"Aye, sounds like a good idea to me, Karst. We do take slaves back home in Morrowind, after all." He said, and Karst giggled once more. "I've been looking for another slave to wash my undergarments for me. He's got no meat on his bones, but I think he'll do nicely."

"I think so, too. And hey, if you get promoted, maybe you'll get to wash my undergarments." Karst laughed, then heard the bit about the fine. "Oh, I don't think he can pay that. He'll just have to work it off through years of ass-kissing and hard labor."

"Wha'?! It's wrong to keep slaves, that's why the ban was actioned." The man countered with odd calm. Maybe he was onto the joke.

"I'd rather have you as a slave than have you pay with stolen money." Adeth interjected, and Karst laughed again. Well, that's hypocrisy at it's finest, ain't it?

The man glared at Adeth, then knelt and began going through his pack. "Well if its a fine I must pay I may be able to make a trade.. let's see.."

"If ya got any skooma or liquor, I'll take that as part." Karst suggested, only half joking. If Veyar didn't thwack me for the slave joke, he'll do it for that, I'm sure.. Karst thought, but shrugged mentally, But then again, if it nets me some free vices, it'll be worth it.
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ooc: It seems as though I must do my duty and RP the forester. C'mere, Paulus, I'll be gentle. *grabs Legionnaire by the scruff*

ic: As he made his way towards the entrance to the Temple, Paulus grumbled. A couple of the Blades had been bickering at him for 'stealing their job' and told him to 'go back to the forest where he belonged.'

Lazy fools, if they don't want me doing their job as guardians of the Emperor, maybe they should try doing it themselves! All they do is sit around the Temple, maybe stand watch now and then, then come in and whine about the cold. I've spent a week in the snow before, with no shelter but the trees! What're they complaining about? Nobody appreciates us men of the Legion..

In his fuming, the forester hadn't noticed which doors he was going through and when he came out into the cold from the west wing door, it almost startled him. At seeing Iris and Viuven standing there already, though, he smiled. Well, okay, not nobody, but not many either. But some is better than none, right? The Imperial thought as he walked up to the Argonian and Dunmer.

"Good to see you, Iris and.. um.." He closed his eyes a moment, then sighed and looked up at the reptilian man. "Forgive me, sir, but I seem to have forgotten your name.. Where's Adeth, by the way? Wasn't he coming?"

Mia was smiling all the while as Vivian spoke until his last sentence.

"It's what you are that worries me."

"What i am.." Mia said, and she sighed. "I wish that i never found any of this out.. I am still confused about what i am supposed to be thinking. I am me.. but am also her." She said quietly referring to her memories of being a healer, and being what she truly was.

"It worries me as well.. because the others will find out.. Jauffre lnow that i know what i am now, so he may already be preparing to make sure i don't do anything. Everyone will think im some kind of monster.. I mean i am the last person they would have expected and after what happened in that gate.. having them realise that it was me is going to have them try to kill me for the deaths of our friends.."

As Mia said this her hands started shaking a little. Vivian had caused to to think about everything that might happen, making her once happy mood dwindle down to a little flicker. "I.. I just want to have one very good evening before everything goes bad.."

Mia looked Vivian in the eye almost pleading. "You can join the others when they find out if that is what you want.. but please..I just want to know what its like.. to have this for the last time.."

ill do a lucifer post after work.. im late before i started posting so i need to get going lol

OOC: ooooh cuss!....... anyways... as i dont have alot to reply to heres one of the few one liners i shall post during this...... sorry.


IC:


Utterly shocked at the Khajiit's request of booze and drugs Jet froze, knowing full well he had large quantities of both on his person.

Holy [censored], do i really look that obvious? he asked himself I can't admit, not in front of this... Law abiding.. person... in armor... umm

He looked up slightly toward Karst, giving a twinkle in his eye that was barely visible between his hat and glasses as to say "Ask me later"

Moving down the length of the main road that worked its way through the city, her gaze slowly taking in her surroundings, Valeria's movements were noticeably slow and deliberate compared to many others who roamed the streets. Admittedly, she'd never been to Bruma in the past, only having visited the general region a handful of times before then. As such, she carefully took in everything around her, rather unsure of where she was going or how she was going to get there.

Eager to find Captain Burd, she made her way towards a nearby partol. "Excuse me, sir," she greeted with a polite nod. "Might I ask where I could find Captain Burd? I wish to speak with him."

"He should be just over there, at the Chapel, ma'am," the patrol replied, motioning to the large structure nearby. Valeria gave the patrol another nod with a quick thank you, and made her way to the chapel.

As she neared the building, she noticed a large Nordic man, clad in a Bruma uniform, speaking with a Breton woman and a Dunmer male. She could only surmise that the Nord was Captain Burd, though she was unsure about the other two. Perhaps they were seeking to join the group of mercenaries there as well?

Not wanting to interupt whatever it was they were speaking of, Valeria patiently folded her hands in front of her, and waited for the Captain to become available.

Veyar Nydelvu
Cloud Ruler Temple main hall

Veyar chuckled as Adeth joined in. The lanky man who had been stalking them seemed to be either confused or utterly unsure of how to deal with the situation he now found himself in. Karstine piped in about promoting him to wash her undergarments as well, and the Dunmer laughed outloud.

Veyar's laughter faded somewhat as Karst added on a bit about skooma. He thought she was joking at first, but then remembered how many Khajiit there really were who were addicted to skooma and he thought about things Karst had said to him in the past about trying it and occasionally indulging herself. A subject to be brought up later. The Armiger decided. Although he disliked the very thought of Karst or any of his friends taking skooma, he was polite enough not to bring it up in public. That was an argument best left for privacy.

"I don't know," Veyar added, "Whatever he's got in there better be pretty good." His smile faded as he locked gazes with Jet, "After all, I don't talk stalking too kindly; why were you following us, anyway? What did you hope to achieve from stalking us to Cloud Ruler Temple?"


Viuven-Ru
Cloud Ruler Temple courtyard

Viuven arched a scaled brow at Iris as she spoke. The hood of his gray robe was up, concealing all but the ruby muzzle that thrust forward. Small puffs of breath wrapped around Viuven's nose as he breathed, leaning ever so slightly on the halberd that his father had crafted. The wicked ebony blade glinted with soft menace as Viuven turned to regard the Dunmer woman. She still looks like a monkey. He decided.

"Of from me expect punctuality." Viuven replied, "Little eager engaging of battles will find you, me. Prefer avoiding of fighting." The Argonian shifted slightly, wondering what sort of fighting style Iris employed in combat. He was bringing along Herlief, the halberd his father had used, but Viuven would prefer to go hand to hand with the Mythic Dawn agents. He was looking forward to showing these people what real grace in combat was. A year with Jordanna had taught Viuven some pride in his abilities and his practiced elegance. Until fighting alongside the softskin warriors against the foul Daedra, Viuven had never truly realized how unique the techniques his tribe employed truly were.

As Paulus walked up, Viuven's tail twitched in recognition. "Be of name mine, Viuven-Ru." He provided, "And Adeth of coming is may be not. Seen him not have I, save for inside speaking with Khajiit of drunken white fur and Dunmer of women troubles." Viuven tilted his head to one side slightly in amusemant, "If involved with speaking of to them, a time of length may take for him to break free."

Viuven placed the back of his hand to one side of his mouth conspiratorially, "Of them domestic troubles muchly exist, told me Dunmer that is involved has." Viuven nodded as if this explained all. In honesty, he had no idea what the problem was between the two of them. Viuven's approach to relationships was 'forgive and forget', with the forget as emphasis. The Argonian rarely held anything close to a grudge.

Adeth took a serious expression now. He didn't pay any attention to what Karst said about skooma or booze. He assumed the others who were going on the trip to Bruma to be already in the meating place. Adeth looked at Veyar then. 'Will you take care of Jet here, I got to run now. Iris, Viuven and Paulus need me.' He excused himself and walked outside to their meeting place.

'Im sorry Im late.' Adeth said and looked a bit like he wanted to get away as fast as possible. Jet might ruin everything for him. Would they want him if he was just a petty thief, one of no real quality. 'I had to take care of an... well, something.' He corrected quickly and tried not to look back. He and JEt used to be friends of the same tiny group of thieves, him and Jet the more cowardly ones, but Jet was the one for words while he himself was one for locks and sneaking.

'Are we ready to go or are we waiting for Do'Rhadi?'

As Lucifer took his leave he shrugged as he walked down one of the halls. Not wishing to get involved in any of the mortals' issues, the seducer walked out of the main hall and down one of the passageways. As he did so a dunmer woman appeared from one of the doors, and he could almost feel the eyes watching him as he passed, making Lucifer smile. Most mortal women were enthralled by the Seducer's presence, and yet Lucifer wondered at times how his presence caused such fascination, even after living so long.

But as the woman walked off a thought occurred to him about the Arminger that was sitting there. A face of ones killer does not go away so quickly.. Lucifer thought to himself as he recognised who it was. It was Veyar who had slain the seducer's mortal aspect once when he was summoned in morrowind to do a daedric follower's bidding many moons ago. It was a task degrading of the high ranking Daedra, which involved in protecting said follower from a group of the Armingers who were sent to end the summonings that were causing harm to people in the nearby town.

being not one for direct combat, as soon as the one named Veyar as he recalled brought down the lesser daedra Lucifer summoned, finishing off the seducer was easier. Yet Lucifer was not completely useless in combat, as he summoned his custom daedric longblade to parry a few attacks before being brought down by the superior swordsman. It was not often that Lucifer was killed so easily, and the trip back out of the waters of oblivion, as always, was a nuisance, leading to the Seducer never going near the place again.

Seeing the Dunmer here again had brought back these humiliating memories, and if it wasn't for the fact that this was the headquarters to the blades and that he had better things to worry about, he would returned the favour of humiliation.

ooc: Sorry about that brief absence; my router reprogrammed itself in such a way that our computers didn't recognize the encryption. AKA: My interwebs died.

But fear not, the mushroom fume hath returned.

ic: Karst saw the little wink to Jet's gaze and gave him a small grin back. Oh, hell yes. I haven't had any of that in years.. She thought, her eyes returning the twinkle of mischief. Grabbing her bottle of whiskey from under the table, she refilled her tankard with it and took a swig. Grinning, she laughed.

"Well, after that stuff, whiskey tastes like fruit juice." Karst laughed and smiled, leaning on Veyar's should and looking up at him playfully. "I think I'm getting drunk. Whadda you think, Veyer.. uh.. Veyar.. Hee hee."
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Paulus blinked at Viuven's words, the Argonian's manner of speech twisting his brain as he heard it. He managed to pick out the man's name, but 'Khajiit of drunken white fur and Dunmer of women troubles' confused him for a moment.

What the heck? He thought, but eventually figured the little Khajiiti woman, Kast or whatever her name was. The Dunmer had to be the guy in bonemold that she'd been romantic with until recently. Karst, that was her name. What a strange name for a Khajiit, though.. And.. Veyar.

"I.. I see. Thank you." The forester managed uncertainly. He had a feeling he was going to need to get used to deciphering Viuven's.. unique manner of speech. As Adeth came to the group standing out in the cold, Paulus nodded at his question. "Yes, I think so. Are we waiting on anyone else, or will we be ready when he gets here?"

Viuven-Ru
Cloud Ruler Temple courtyard

Viuven turned to nod at Adeth as he exited Cloud Ruler Temple and joined Iris and Paulus and Viuven. The Argonian leaned slightly on his halberd, wondering who this Do'Rhadi that Adeth mentioned was. Viuven figured he was a Khajiit, by the sound of his name. Thinking about it, Viuven smirked slightly. He would play a little work game on Do'Rhadi and see what happened. A brief tease was a good way of learning about an individual by studying their reaction, Viuven had learned. When he met the Khajiit, Viuven knew exactly what to say to him.

The Argonian shook his head in answer to Paulus, "Far as knowledge belonging to me that I know is, of us are the group formed of, unless of more Iris and Adeth found." Viuven replied, "Once gets here the last, ready be I and us to go, methinks."


Veyar Nydelvu
Cloud Ruler Temple main hall

Veyar chuckled slightly. He had felt the same way about Tamrielic alcohol on his first visit to Cyrodiil, and he found it surprising that they could get drunk on such weak liquor. Having lived for decades on flin and sujamma, however, Veyar was used to the strong drinks native to Morrowind. He knew that the Nordic drinks were even more potent, but he had never tried them. Likely I'll think the same about Dunmer drinks after I try Nordic drinks. If I was a drinking man, that is.

"Yes, I think you are." The Dunmer said with a grin, "C'mon, I think we should get you to bed." Veyar stood, "You need to sleep this off, and you said earlier that you were a bit sleepy."

Do'rhadi slowly passed Zant seeing as he noticed the hall was partly empty, that and Adeth had just popped out the door I guess they are all going down to the town. I better tag if its for what Iris had wanted us to do he thought and looked at zant "Hey I gotta run, the others are probably waiting for me outside for a task" he said and headed towards the door and pushed it open. He spotted them, iris, Paulus, the strange argonian and Iris. "Sorry for being late! Was just working on my technique with Zant" he said with a smile and a good humored tone.