''Who am I?'' The Imperial laughed, ''You need not know who I am, only what you know of yourself, Teegus Evon Narune, of the Agaceph Tribe'' He spoke with a thick accent. Teegus lowered his sword, more curious, then suspicious, ''How do you know my name?'' He asked.

The Imperial chuckled once more, ''We have known about you since the moment you were hatched, we may even know you, better then you know yourself''

''I highly doubt that''

''Doubt as much as you wish, you can only escape from your destiny for so long''

''And what is that?''

''I do not, and will not have the will to explain it to you, nor do I have the time!'' At this, the Imperial seemed to grown angry. ''You have escaped us twenty-two years ago, but you will not escape us now!'' He drew a Shortsword, ''You will be coming with us, so that we may begin''

Teegus, in return, pointed his sword back at the Imperial. ''I don't think so'' He spat. The Imperial in returned growled in anger. ''You will come with us, even if I have to kill you and cut out your beating heart, and bring it with me'' He nodded to the two figures behind him, they moved forwards slowly at first towards Teegus, large Warhammers seemed to materialize in their hands.

Oh, that's not good... Teegus thought. He knew couldn't run from this, these people wanted him for some sort of ritual, he was important to them. And that if he run, they would easily be able to run him down. The Imperial barked an order in a different language, and the two warhammer-armed soldiers reacted like trained dogs. They charged towards Teegus.

He had no choice, but to fight.

"Biting isn't exactly what I'm worried about." Vivian replied with a slim chuckling grin. "But yes, this night is for us to relax, so anywhere is fine. Though I think I recall a nice inn around the second level of buildings..." Vivian wondered as they proceeded towards the northern gate of the city.

When they did reach the gate, the guards nodded, but Vivian didn't reply with the typical civilian nod-and-carry-on routine. Instead he paused and asked about the local inns. The guard looked at him, then at Mia, sized up Mia noticeably, then smiled knowingly at Vivian. It was a smile Vivian didn't approve of. He didn't approve of the look either.

"Well, you got Olav's down by the South gate. Decent place. But then there's the Jerall View. Bit on the more uppity side, not expensive but more than Tap and Tack. Hafid Hollowleg runs a good place though." He answered, before looking over the couple a final time. "You two might want to head to the Jerall, it's just left of the first set of stairs. Can't miss it."

"Thanks." It was a curt, quick reply, as was Vivian's move to open the gate and get into Bruma. When the gate had closed, he glanced back at it, and then at Mia. "Why do I get the feeling I'll have to get used to that rather quickly around you?"
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OOC: Guess I'll do Steffan then.

IC: The captain wasn't exactly the busiest of men right now, so when Paulus approached he was hardly bothered by the request for information. The Imperial Forester was a new face to the Temple, but Steffan had seen him with those others Jauffre was employing. Or... borrowing. None of the Blades were really sure exactly where the 'champions' stood in the hierarchy of things.

"The spies? Jauffre has you looking into them, eh?" The Captain asked, moving towards the door. He opened it and went out into the cold night air, heading for the low stone wall of the Temple. A single metal gauntlet pointed out south, towards Bruma.

"Just a bit Northwest of Bruma, about Southwest of here, we've been spotting figures. We see them moving, but not any details. They're a bit of a distance from the road, by a runestone over there. Not very good woodsmen, stand out rather badly. Id imagine you'd be able to track 'em down, forester." Steffan looked to Paulus and smiled.

"Just as a warning though, we saw them fight off a pack of wolves awhile back. They aren't pushovers." He looked at the sky for a moment, and then smiled. "They are usually out there around dusk. Possibly gone by now; we aren't allowed to get 'em ourselves, Grandmaster Jauffre forbids us to range too far from the walls. But I'd imagine you and a few helpers could take them on quite nicely."
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Iris watched Viuven-Ru get up and nodded when he asked about exercising. She had no problem with it. And she especially had no problem with it when she saw some of the exercises he was doing. Her ruby eyes watched in intrigued awe at what the Argonian was doing, anolyzing every turn and twist and contraction of muscle. She got up slowly, still watching him as she moved to the meat and prodded it.

"Food's done." Iris announced, lifting the meat out of the fireplace after extinguishing it. She carried it around Viuven and to the table, while a knife on the nearby counter slowly hovered off the wood surface. It floated shakily over to Iris and collapsed onto the table unceremoniously. Picking it up, she frowned and began to cut the meat into slices.

"I seem to be getting rusty with that spell. Haven't used it in a while." She muttered, more to herself than Viuven-Ru, and set the slices onto two plates as she cut them. When she was finished she scooted the plates in front of the chairs and then turned to look at the Argonian, pointing the knife casually in his direction. "What are those stretches you are doing, by the way? I've never seen them before."

Adeth had seen the new argonian, he didn't pay much attention though since obviously Captain Stefan was busy talking with another blade so he turned away and walked into the kitchen after getting reminded by his stomach. As he walked closer to the kitchens he could smell the roasting meat and that made his mouth water.

Adeth opened the door to see Iris cooking and the new argonian doing some weird streches. He didn't want to interrupt the argonian but he had to know who the man was, he was the leader after all and had to atleast try to stay updated on who is who. 'Greetings.' Adeth said with a welcoming smile. 'Im Adeth.' He said as he held out his hand but then took it back, seeing the situation a bit awkward. Him holding a hand out downwards at the argonian who was standing on his...other hand. Before Adeth could think of what to say his jaw dropped at the act and he seemed totally amazed. A fresh start is a good one. MAybe I could get a friend out of him, both for the company and the confidence boost. He thought.

(dammit, i missed FC's post)

Mia stood there as Vivian talked to the guards and noticed them looking at he, making the Breton move a little closer to Vivian. For once Mia just wanted to feel normal, but knew thatwasn't going to happen anytime soon. when Vivian replied she smiled at him. "Well that just depends on if you want to keep doing all of this" she said and winked at him knowingly as they walked towards the inn. Olav's probably wasn't the best, as just a week ago it was the place Xio had taken her.. before what happened. The memories of what happened when she actually thought she was normal changed the expression on her face for a moment, when she thought back at what happened.

No.. this is my night with Vivian, and i am not going to dwell on the past.. Mia decided in her mind as she looked back at him. "So.. Are you feeling less nervous yet? This isn't all too much for you yet is it?" She asked as they reached their destination.

Approved by Adeth.



IC: Gregory opened up a new book he had just bought on illusion spells. He relaxed in his chair and began reading the first chapter, starting what would most likely be another long night of nothing but reading. He managed to get past the first two sentences before a loud crash reached his ears, and a woman could be heard shouting angrily in the distance. He ignored it, simply taking it for another one of Volanaro's pranks, and went back to reading. He got a few more minutes of peace before someone opened the door, and two people came into the room. As expected, it was Volanaro and J'skar. Volanaro began speaking, and while Gregory did his best to ignore him, he soon became annoyed and got up from his chair to face him.

"Oh the look on her face was just priceless!"

"Can't you two see I'm trying to read? If you want to talk about your pranks so much, why not go brag to Selena?"

Volanaro had a look of mock offense on his face. "You know Selena doesn't approve of all our pranks, Greg. Besides, you really need to lighten up. You work too much. Come on, I've got a bottle of ale in my room just begging to be opened."

"No thanks. I'm going out for a walk anyway."

"You can't avoid us forever you know! We'll make you have some fun if it's the last thing we do!"

But Gregory was already out the door as he shouted that. He walked the streets absentmindedly, still holding his book in one hand and reading as he walked. How dare they say that I never have any fun! Just because I don't go out anywhere or ever do anything exciting doesn't mean I don't have fun. I have lots of fun working. Yeah, that's exactly right. Lots of fun...

He walked out in the cold Bruma air for quite some time, but he didn't mind. He really liked Bruma, and he liked the cold. That's why he had stayed at this Guild Hall, despite how it's members acted. Besides, they were somewhat endearing. That is, after you get used to their constant, idiotic pranks. Eventually, he ended up in front of Olav's Tap and Tack. As he stared at the door, he weighed the pros and cons of going inside. He had been here before, but it was usually too crowded and noisy for his tastes. Still, there shouldn't be too many people here at this time of night. It took him a moment to realize that he didn't even know what time it was, as he hadn't left his room all day. He grimaced at that thought, but entered the inn anyway, ignoring anyone that might be inside and heading straight for the table in the corner where he usually sat. He put his book down on the table and sat in one of the chairs, glad that he could finally read in relative silence. There were a few people here, he knew, but as long as it wasn't horribly crowded like it was during the day, he was fine. A few moments later, he looked up towards where Olav was standing. He had his back to him, and either didn't notice him come in, or didn't care.

"Hey Olav, may I please have a..." He cut himself off in mid sentence, thinking back to what Volanaro had said earlier. "An ale, please."

Olav grunted in reply, and a few moments later, a glass of ale slammed down in front of him. Gregory winced at the unnecessary force. Olav must be in a bad mood. He searched his pockets for a moment, and then pulled out a gold coin, which he gave to the innkeeper. After Olav had taken the coin and left, he took a sip of the ale and nearly choked. He was most definitely not an alcohol kind of person. Nevertheless, he was determined to finish the drink. Hah, who says I never have fun? Gregory then went back to reading, taking small sips of the drink every now and then.

Viuven-Ru
Cloud Ruler Temple kitchen

Viuven was nearly finished with the Hsksma routines when he saw a young man enter the kitchen. At first, Viuven thought the man was attracted to the growing scent of cooked meat, but he seemed to hardly pay Iris or the fireplace any attention and made straight for Viuven.

"Greetings," The man said, "I'm Adeth." He stretched out a hand, but seemed to find Viuven's contortionist exercises disconcerting. This wasn't a surprise to Viuven. He could remember a Redguard who was quite adamant that Viuven never practice within his eyesight, though he really didn't have any way to stop Viuven even when the Argonian did perform some contortions in front of him, just for the hell of it.

Viuven twisted sideways and planted both feet on the ground. Lifting himself from his upside-down position, Viuven rose to his full, rather tall, height, and looked down at Adeth curiously. "Be you Adeth?" Viuven echoed, "Be I Viuven-Ru. Walk on sands of warm, may you." He greeted in a customary Argonian friendly greeting. Here's hoping there's nothing lost in translation.


"Food's done." Iris announced. Viuven turned and walked over to the counter where Iris set the meat down. He tossed his imitation of a human smile by baring his fangs at Adeth. What odd creatures the softscales are. Viuven thought for not the firs time, They bare their flat fangs as a sign of friendship. In Black Marsh, we bare fangs as a sign of aggression. How peculiar. In his own mind, Viuven's thoughts were thought in the Hist tongue - the native language of hisses and whistles that he had grown up using.

"What are those stretches you are doing, by the way? I've never seen them before." Iris asked as Viuven drew closer. He wasn't surprised that she was interested. Most people were at least intrigued the first time they saw his contortionism.

He shrugged slightly, tightening the robe a bit around his waist, though the front still hung open slightly over his bare chest. Viuven rarely chose to wear anything more than the simple robe. He preferred the freedom of movement afforded by it. "The Hsksma exercises of contortion designed are to make agility and of mind focus strength." Viuven limberly lifted his leg up almost perfectly vertical without any trouble, displaying the sort of agility that practicing contortions gave him. More than that, they built up a very strong, if thin and lean, body that was capable of doing things most foes would not expect. Viuven frequently used contortionist techniques to supplement his hand to hand combat styles.

Do'Rhad looked at Zant and picked up an Akaviri Katana off the rack "Well me? Not really been busy. Anyway, well that guy in the fancy armour I think should have the crap beatenj out of him and told to get lost." he said swinging the blade around. Taking a casual stance with he weapon, holding it two handed with the weapon tip pointed at Zant "On guard" he grinned.

"Karst, I don't believe you're a murderer, no matter what you did." Veyar said softly from beside her, "We all make mistakes, and we just have to keep going and move on with our life. I know- I know it's hard, but.. but the Dark Brotherhood doesn't control you. You're better than them."

Karst looked over at him, a sideways glance, and had to wonder. Would you say that if you knew what I know? Would you still want me if you know what I'd done?

Veyar took her in his arms at this point, holding close to himself. "Karst, Karst... you're not a bad person. Inside, you're good, no matter what you did in the past." She felt his lips brush the furry edge of her ear and he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I have faith in you, Karst. I have faith that even when you make mistakes, you know what you're doing is wrong and you won't keep it up. No matter what you've done, that was in the past."

The whispered words echoed in her head and she had to wonder whether or not, if tested, his statement would hold true. She then recalled something Veyar had once said to her a few days after they'd first met, that they'd have their problems like all couples did, but what mattered was whether or not they could work through them. That would determine if they were meant to be together.

"Thanks." Karst said softly, "It's just that.. there's a lot of stuff in my life right now that I need to deal with. Which.. brings me to my next point."

Tilting her head up so she was looking Veyar in the face, she wiped a tear from her eye before speaking again. "I.. I need time to think. On my own. I.. haven't told anyone but Odeen yet, but.. I'm leaving the group for a while to get my mind together and rest a bit. This is just becoming too much for me to handle all at once. I hope you can understand."
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"Xerxes, huh? Interesting name for a Khajiit." The Altmer mused, then stood and walked over to the giant of a cat and stuck her soft golden hand out. "I'm Melanarde, Mel or Melani for short, whichever you prefer."

After her introduction, she had the insight to ask the Khajiit about her current task, one that had gone on frustratingly long without much result. "You.. eh.. haven't happened to see any of your kind with white fur like the little miss we just saw? I'm looking for a male one. Goes by the name of Zan'Tarre? I've been trying to find him for the last two weeks or so, but.. last I knew he lived in Kvatch." Mel smiled a little and chuckled, "Slight problem there. Any help you could give would be appreciated."
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Zant gave a little laugh at Do'Rhadi's statement about Veyar, then adopted a small grimace.

"If he hurts her again, that's precisely what he's going to get. I've never been too happy with elven males in general, and this is why. Oh, well." He said, then flicked his wrist up to hold the iron sword in a fencing-esque stance. "Did you just want to practice, or you wanna work on something in particular?"

Adeth smiled slightly at the argonian. He had to take a moment to register the words of the argonian's strange accent. 'Uh... You too, Viuven. May you uh... walk on warm sands too.' He said a bit awkwardly but managed and hoped he didn't offend the fellow. His stomach made a loud noise as Iris announced the food was ready but didn't dare to ask if Iris could make him one too. Then the argonian bared fangs at him and he jumped. Adeth wasn't all that familiar with argonians smiling, well not like that anyway. Odeen smiled differently he noticed, more curled.

Adeth then took some bread and dried meat from a cupboard over the counter. It didn't smell as good as the cooked meat, nor would it taste as good. Then he took butter and a knife, sitting on the nearest table. He too was interested in the streching of the argonian. 'Would I be able to do any of that?' He asked the argonian kindly, but then knew it might be something only an argonian was cabable of, or it might be personal and cultural. He looked awkward and tried to hide it by buttering his bread and then putting the meat onto it, he had two slices.

"If you want some cooked meat Adeth you can take some." Iris told the young lad, holding out her plate to him so he could take a few slices of meat from it. "I tried not to cook it too much," She told both the men. "I rather like my meat rather medium and pinkish. Hope it turned out good."

She sat down a moment later, looking to Adeth again. "At the moment Adeth, I don't think you could. But that doesn't mean a little practice wouldn't help. I know I could do at least two or three of the stretches you did Viuven-Ru, but they've never been in the form of stretches. I've actually never heard of those stretches before." She leaned on the table, resting her chin in her hands with an eager look in her eye.

"Think you could teach me?"

OOC: Sorry, but I will be gone this weekend. Ya'll can control my folks as needed.

Xerxes grinnded to the pretty little elf. "Well Melanarde It is a pleasure to meet you." Xerxes said grinning. "But no i am sorry i have not seen a white kahjiit, prehaps I could help you on your search,I am new to cyrodil and have nothing to do." Xerxes stood suddenly. "What makes you think he is here in... Uh what is the towns name?" Xerxes looked about the room. waiting for her answer. he made an odd movment because his size inhibited him in the room.

Teegus tensed himself for the first attack, as one of the Dark-armored soldiers charged at him. He arced backwards as the giant warhammer came centimeters from smashing the side of his face. He nearly lost his footing in the process, immediately the second soldier charged in, trying to attack Teegus from behind. The first soldier raised his weapon for another strike as well, Teegus saw this opportunity and leaped forward, into the first soldier. He rammed his shoulder into the soldiers chest, knocking it over.

He then pinned it to the ground and rammed his sword towards the soldiers chest. The soldier reacted fast, and seized Teegus's blade with it's heavy gauntlet. A small struggle took place, before the soldier broke the blade in half, Teegus's broken sword then proceeded into the soldiers chest. Though it was broken, it was still long enough to pierce through the Soldiers armor and into it's chest. It let out an incredibly loud creature-like scream, which echoed across the land as the blade cut into its heart, then lay still.

Teegus completely forgot about the second soldier, it was standing directly in front of him. He had no time to get out of the way, it's Warhammer swung forward and smashed into his chest. Teegus felt something crack inside of him as the force of the blow propelled him a few feet backwards. He lay on the ground for a few seconds, gasping for air. It felt like something stabbed into one of his lungs. He attempted to stand, but fell over on his side. He had no strength left.

The Helmetless Imperial began to approach Teegus, shortsword in hand. He stopped by the dead soldier and ripped off something around its neck, mumbled something, and the soldiers corpse disintegrated into ash, which was then blown away by the wind. The Imperial stood back up walked to wear Teegus lay. He stood over him, grinned again, and chuckled evilly. The second soldier walked to the Imperial's side. ''We will need to act fast, people may have heard...'' The Imperial said and knelt down beside Teegus.

OOC: No one hop in and save my character yet, he's not done getting his ass kicked

Veyar Nydelvu
A private room in Olav's Tap'n'Tack

Veyar felt his heart sink when Karst said she would be leaving for a bit. Is this my fault? He wondered. I wouldn't blame her if it was my fault she's going to take a break. But even as he thought this, Veyar mentally chastised himself for thinking it. There are probably other things going on in her life that are causing this. You aren't the center of her universe, you thick-headed Dunmer!

"Alright." He said softly to her, "I understand. Will you be at Cloud Ruler Temple, or are you traveling somewhere? I want to write to you, if you'll let me."

The Armiger hugged her tighter, though not too tight since he was still in body armor, and reluctantly let her out of his arms. He wanted to hold Karst forever, to just be there and make her feel better, but he knew that she was her own person, and did need her space as she said.
Veyar smiled and opened the door, "How about some of that Sujamma?"





Viuven-Ru
Cloud Ruler Temple kitchen

Viuven chuckled, a gentle varying hiss, at Adeth's question. The man probably didn't know it, but it took Viuven a decade to get that kind of flexibility to perform the contortions like that. Viuven's nostrils inhaled the scent of the cooked meat Iris set down in front of him, and he resisted the urge to show his dislike of cooked meat.

"Right, is Iris." Viuven said to Adeth, "Many years took learn to of the Hsksma contortions in this way." The Argonian glanced Adeth a one-over and nodded. The man couldn't hope to match the kind of flexibility and agility required to contort his limbs into odd shapes that didn't seem naturally possible at first glance. He had lived too long with a 'normal' range of movement.

Viuven's head turned to look at Iris as she asked to learn. The Hsksma contortions were practiced by the warriors of his tribe for use in combat. As harmless as the stretches appeared, each one of them correlated with a martial or spear-related attack or defense routine that made the Moonmarch Scales legendary through the southern swamps. He looked her over, noting her thin limber arms and legs. She seemed to naturally have a wide range of motion, and what Viuven could see of her looked like a climber or athlete of some kind. She was obviously in good shape, and the softskins probably found her attractive. If they could get past the monkey-face.

"Possibly." He said to Iris, "The Hsksma contortions of much agility do require. Look you as if capable some of, though." Viuven looked Iris over again, paying attention to her joints as his fangs bit into the meat and tore a bite out. After swallowing the repugnant food, happy to get something in his stomach and ignoring the over-cooked flavor, he continued. "Used for martial arts, Hsksma are. Want, show you sometime if interested, you."

Do"rhadi chuckled lightly "Well, working on everything is a good idea. Though I had hoped a spar in the cold outside would have been good. Work on ones tolerance and endurance a bit. Maybe speed for now and we can move on to other aspects. Its been ages since I have used a blade." he nodded and gripped the weapon abit tighter, "Well, elves in general I despise. Especially dark elves. The men are bad and the females are worse.." he said taking a deep breath and closing his eyes followed by a sudden charge at Zant, the katana blade pointed to the ground, followed by a up swing with the weapon aiming to catch Zant's legs.


ooc: HK, your brain must work strangely to even make sense of what your typing for viuven >.<

OOC: I hate myself sometimes, I really do. I thought I had made my post, but it turns out I didnt notice the fact that it didnt go all the way through! :brokencomputer:

IC:

"Just as a warning though, we saw them fight off a pack of wolves awhile back. They aren't pushovers." He looked at the sky for a moment, and then smiled. "They are usually out there around dusk. Possibly gone by now; we aren't allowed to get 'em ourselves, Grandmaster Jauffre forbids us to range too far from the walls. But I'd imagine you and a few helpers could take them on quite nicely."

Paulus looked into the eyes of the Captain, and nodded his understanding. He gazed into the night sky, the cold winds bitting at his face made him feel alive and energetic, and for a moment he felt almost at peace with the world, before reality came crashing down. Turning, he strode into Cloudruler, the warmth flowing over him and the scent of cooking wafting under his nose. He began his search for Iris and the others, and evantually wound up in the kitchens.

He recognized the argonian as the one he had seen earlier in the hall, sat down in one of the nearby chairs.

"I have the information we need. From what it looks like, the hard part will be finding them. Not elminating them."

Adeth let chuckled as Viuven made it obvious he wouldn't be able to do any of the streches, atleast not any time soon. He had taken the meat off of the plate Iris held for him with just his hands. the meat was hot and had him drop it onto his plate and then svcking his index finger, more for the meat juices than for the heat. It tasted good. He didn't even pause to swallow the meat as he ripped it apart with his teeth. 'Thif if good mead' He said with a stuffed mouth and swallowed.

Then Paulus came in announcing he had the information for their quest. Adeth's face and hands were greasy now, and didn't quite look like a civilizied man, more like a barbarian. He took the last bite out of the meat and swallowed hard. 'So what did Captain Stefan say?' Adeth asked and stood up, standing like a leader exept that he couldn't turn around much. Suddenly he felt dumb and sat down slowly and then looked into Paulus's direction.

ooc: I just had a brilliant idea for how to get us all together!

And the best part is that it doesn't involve me watching Lie spin anymore! *stares at Adeth* You unleashed terror upon my soul..

ic: Melanarde smiled politely, but sighed as he said he'd not seen the Khajiit. She didn't register his question for almost a whole minute, perking up suddenly as if coming out of a thoughtful trance. "Huh? Oh, it's Bruma. I was just thinking, it's a longshot, but.. What if that little white-furred woman is related to him? A.. cousin or sister or something?"

Realizing how silly it probably sounded to jump to that conclusion, she shrugged. "But.. she'll probably just look at me funny and wonder what my problem is." Mel laughed, "Most folks do."

Turning, Mel summoned her drink to her hand with a simple telekinesis spell, one of few Mysticism-class ones she knew. She smirked a tad at it, finding it amusing that she was essentially utilizing her training in the Mage's Guild to be lazy. Of course, their bastard higher-ups hate me now, anyway. I don't agree to give them a cut of my earnings on the principle that they taught me so they partly own my accomplishments, and they kick me out. I just wish I could get mother to understand that I didn't quit, I was expelled. Mel thought as she turned around, then gave a mental shrug. Though for all I know she'd be angrier if she did, so.. meh..

Facing Xerxes again, Melanarde raised her rum to her lips and took in a nice, burning gulp of alcohol. "Well, I'm going to wait until she gets done with whatever it is she's doing. Until then, I guess I'll have to make this rum last, eh?"

ooc: Hoy, Uggles! Whar you be, sir? I want some Tim action, dammit!
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ic: Karst smiled softly as she listened to him. She was still rather upset with him, but she wasn't blindingly furious like she'd been in the Temple a small while ago. Her main issues now were with trust and treatment, but they could wait until they were both back in the warmth of Cloud Ruler Temple. She let out a small squeak as Veyar squeezed a little air from her lungs with his tightened hug, but she just giggled at it.

"Alright." Veyar said softly in reply to her statement, "I understand. Will you be at Cloud Ruler Temple, or are you traveling somewhere? I want to write to you, if you'll let me."

"Yeah, I'll be at the Temple. Or in town here someplace. One or the other. Any of you can write to me if you want, though I won't be gone that long." Karst told him as they walked to the door. "Besides, I won't be too lonely; Odeen's staying there for a bit as well, says he doesn't want to leave me alone in case something happens. He actually put his foot down and refused to let me dissuade him, so.." Karst shrugged and smiled, "I'm gonna encourage the newfound testosterone for now and let him have his way."

As he opened the door for her, Veyar smiled. "How about some of that Sujamma?" He asked her, and the little Khajiit promptly nodded.

"Yeah, I'll take some. I just wanna have fun tonight. Let loose a bit. Hell, if I had some, I might even smoke a little skooma." Karst looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, a thought coming to her, "You.. wouldn't happen to have any one you.. would you? I promise I wouldn't tell." She added, pushing the door open to the tavern and stepping out. It was colder out here and she shivered, but her coat helped.

OOC: i think its about time i made a post, now.... to decide where i enter.... hmm.... also i havnt a clue what time of day it is but as alot of people were in the bar i'll assume it was late evening time. if im wrong i'll just replace the wrong words.

Also due to "authorization mismatch" Aula sorta just walked straight into my post, that is of course if it was olav's door to outside veyar opened.

IC:

"Red.... Green.... Red... Green...." He said to himself as he closed one eye and alternated to his other eye every two seconds. Heh funny how my eyes pick up different colors more intensely than each other. He mused as he stared at the stained glass of the Fighter's Guild windows. God i must be bored again. A deep lethargic sigh came sweeping out of the mans throat as he took his arms off of his tucked knees and lay back on the cold frosty stone mesa surrounding the chapel. As he gazed up at the sky his eyes swirled around the deep orange haze that flooded the sky, looking past the snowflakes that now fell onto his cool face before melting and running down into his hair. Out of focus, each flake looked like a bright orange ember as if the sky was a sparking forge. If these were embers i'd be set alight in moments, torched to a crisp in a mere couple of hours... he sighed yet again "Hehe, weird."

After a few moments he became restless, not resenting the cold at all in fact he much preferred being too cold than hot, but he had been very slow and thoughful all day and needed something to entertain him. He swung himself forward onto his knees and crouched for a moment before slowly standing up as to avoid getting head rush.

He brushed down his long black trenchcoat and corrected his hat and glasses before looking around at the parts of town in line of sight. Boring he thought as he saw a couple of guards patrolling and no-one else that looked even vaguely interesting. He wasn't even sure why he chose to come to Bruma this time, of all the places in Cyrodiil to have a few days away this was probably the worst choice, except for the snow of course.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and began to walk round to the front of the chapel, he loitered there for a moment, glancing around from his new perspective. Not much different other than a tavern on the lowest step of Bruma. He pulled his dark glasses down to peer over them at the sign forgetting that without his glasses it all blurs at distance. upon replacing his specs and taking a few steps closer he finally read 'Olav's Tap and Tuck'.

OO--errr.... sounds like one of those... bar's. Hehe, maybe i'll wait till someone goes through the door, gotta know what kind of customers they serve. He thought as he stood still like some dark gargoyle and obvserved intently.

After a few moments the door was opened, Jet couldn't see much from his stand point above, but what he did see was a pair of legs and a snow white furred tail, swinging beside. "Ooooh kitty." Jet purred crassly.

Teegus attempted, with all his leftover strength, to crawl. The Imperial scoffed, and kicked him over on his back. Then, making sure Teegus would no longer try to move, he drove his shortsword into his gut. The sword went straight through his gut, and penetrated a few inches into the ground. Teegus tried to scream out the pain, but nothing came out. The Imperial nodded to the soldier, and it knelt down beside Teegus, then withdrew a small dagger, and cut into Teegus's leather jacket, cutting from his chest, down to his waist, then did the same his the Chainmail underneath, exposing a good portion of his torso.

The Imperial withdrew a dagger himself. It looked like a regular steal dagger, but the blade was a coiled serpent. Its head was coiled around the handle, while its back end stuck out, substituting as the blade. My god......this lunatic is actually going to cut out my heart.... His eyes were opened wide in terror, and he began breathing heavily, the breathing made his lungs burn, but he could not help it. The Imperial then held the dagger, blade downwards, over directly over Teegus's heart.

OOC: Now would be a good time for someone to leap in and save my character from being killed.

As Xerxes and the pretty Altmer were talking he grinned to her. "Well, I hope you find what you are looking for. All these people are making me uncomphortable,Ill be around the town if you need me." he said grinning. He noded to the elf and turned around, The bells on his Glaive jingling lightly as he steped through the small room and out the door. The cold night was nothing. His heavy fur completly kept him warm. It made him smile. We truly are superior He thought to himself. A strange man in even stranger Garb was watching Him as he left The bar. Xerxes made no movmnet towards the man but started down the street. A Yell could be heard out side of the town. Xerxes frowned and was going to turn around but decided against it.


Walking to the main gate and then out of it onto the open road He saw Two men holding down An Argonian. Xerxes growled and lowered himself to all fours. Rushing at the two he closed the distance in complete quiet and speed. Xerxes hefted a heavy Paw ant the Man sntanding up, an imperial Knocking the man in the chest sent him backwards and onto his back. In one deft Move Xerxes unhooked His Glaive and spun it around at the man with the hammer. The soldier was good dodging the first swipe,but the second head swung around and cut deeply into the man's chest bringin the glaive down in an arc he was in a perfect opistion to bull rush the man which he did knocking his shoulder into the bleeding soldier he sent the man flying. Xerxes felt a sharp pain not quick enough he thought to himself as a dagger stuck halfway out of his shoulder. Stalking to where the imperial was scrambling up He looked to the Argonian, he wasnt doing very well. Something glinted in the moon light of the Imperial's hand but Xerxes acted as if he didnt notice it. As he closed the distance the Imperial shot out with the dagger. Xerxes dodged it and geabed the man by his elbow. Grunting Xerxes shifted his grip abit and snaped the mans arm. The screaming that issued forth from the man's throat was allmost inhuman. The man seemed in no position to struggle so Xerxes lifted the screaming imperial onto his shoulder then grabed a strange dagger and put it in his sack. Then walking over to the Argonian he lifted the wounded man up gingerly.


Walking back to the city gates Xerxes was sure not to be noticed by any guards. Xerxes Carried the two man back into Olav's the man gasped And Xerxes shook his head slightly. "Mel, I could use your help." Xerxes said as he ran up the stairs and entered an unoccupyied room He layed the argonian on the bed and droped the imperial on the floor. "Mel,can you help him?"

(Sorry to be a [censored], guys, but... Havok, no time warping. Running to the rescue and taking down two in a matter of moments, running on all fours and then suddenly swing a weapon. It's impossible. And as far as I've understood... You need proper paws to move like that, which fits the battle tank type khajiiti and not the gigantic kitty on two legs. Big two legged cats are slow on the move and tanks are fast but not able to use weapons or dress themselves. That counts as ?bering on your part. Just thought to notify. One more thing, Could you fix your grammar a bit?

And Jerod, I dont even get your posts, why is your char attacked? I mean... He's been attacked multiple times already by random bandits, and now they appear to be in mythic dawn armor and such.)

OOC: My point exactly... *nods*

OOC: not to be a dike as well. but karroded who the [censored] asked you? and Adeth it isnt ubering. and if you would of read previous posts or even the char bio he has the glaive set up to where he can pull it out for use. he travels that way. And from what iv read on Lore kahjiits can transfer from four legged to two legged movments.

ooc: C'mon, guys. I think Jerod has some kinda plan with those things both him and Havok are new-ish so give 'em a break. They're both better than I was when I was new.. ><

And Havok, no need to get so upset. Korroded and him were on MSN, methinks, though from your point of view, it does look random.. As for the Khajiit, some can run on fours, but I don't think they're the same ones that can fight upright. I'll go double-check in a moment, though.

OOC: tbh i put adeth up to posting that, i would have said it myself but as adeth's the mod i thought he should if he wanted, but my point was that to run on all fours, you would need paws for hands, but with paws you wouldnt be able to hold a weapon, unless you had human like hands, but human hands = no all fours running, and if your armor was bonemold... which i assume from the pic, it would weigh you down and break your humanish knuckles. And no-one asked me but ive had about 4 or five chars in this rp from near the start so i think i have as much right to voice my opinion as a newcomer, and im not really slating you as i know everyone has to start somewhere. anyway thats enough OOC posts in a row i think so if u wanna voice more just pm me.